Jack used to be so embarrassed that he couldnāt get it up, I mean, he understood that it would happen to guys his age. Usually it would take him an hour or hour and a half to finally get it up, and he didnāt wanna take Viagra. When he started dating you, it all changed.
The first time you two had sex, he was nervous, so much so that it caused you to completely stop and tell him to tell you what was going on with him. With a heavy heart, he told you that he had erectile dysfunction and he was fully expecting you to get up and leave. That you never want to see him again, but to his surprise, you hop back onto his lap and force him to look at you.
"Jack, thatās the hottest thing anyone has ever told me.ā Safe to say you had the time of your life that night.
After you moved in with Jack, he started picking up on a habit of yours. You always had to have something in your mouth, especially when you were stressing. Youād find yourself biting away at your fingers or popping a hard candy in your mouth to suck on.
Itās no different tonight, Jack is sitting on the couch with you tucked into his side. His readers low as he reads his book, youāre on your phone doomscrolling on TikTok. He thought it was stupid, but he understood thatās what you do to wind down. He also takes notice of you biting the hell out of your poor thumb.
An idea strikes him in the moment, he puts down his book and carefully pulls down his sweats and boxers just so his limp cock is out. He reaches over and removes your thumb from your mouth, you whine at the loss of it.
"Daddy, what are you doing?!ā He doesnāt answer you, just laying you down on his lap where you see his cock in your line of sight, you look up at him confused.
āI canāt bear to see you biting the hell out of your thumb, so if you need something in your mouth just suck on daddyās cock yeah?ā You hesitate for a second but slowly wrap your lips around his length. It feels comfortable and heavy in your mouth, it also feels kind of soothing.
āThatās a good girl, so good for daddy.ā He grabs his book again, and his other hand is stroking your hair. Youāre so distracted by Jack's cock in your mouth you donāt even bother going back on your phone, just focusing on the feeling of his cock in your mouth.
18+ minors do not interact!! cw: toxic relationship, breeding
"you're a fucking asshole, sammy."
he laughs, head thrown back as he walks through the house, shrugging his jacket off, throwing it on the dining room table with his badge. he eyes you standing there with your arms crossed, silk black robe, cleavage on display, fuckāhe loved coming home to you.
he walks over to the fridge, grabbing a beer and taking a long swig, "sorry, baby. got holed upālots of shit i had to deal with." you huff, roll your eyes as he steps closer to you, "what about me? always waiting up for youāmaking me look stupid. who knows what you're doing."
he sighs, bringing his finger up to trail along your chest, tugging your robe to the side, murmuring, "you know i'm not doing shit. love that you wait up for meā" kissing up your neck, his lips meet your ear, "why don't you give me a proper greeting, babyāhad a long daāā
you lean back, raise your hand to slap his face, making a loud "smack!" his head turns sharply to the side, red hand print blooming as he huffs a laugh, tonguing his cheek. you freeze, but keep your head held high as he looks at you, gritting out, "you done? that make you feel better?"
fuck, he's pissed. you start to back away, inching back towards your bedroom when he grabs your arms, spinning you aroundāback to his chest. you cry out, wincing at the way he pins your arms down. he leans down, speaking softly in your ear, mocking you, "come on, answer me, baby. that make you feel good? hitting me?" you shake your head n he grips your wrists harder, "n-no! it didn't!"
he hums, chuckling, "yeah that's what i thought. could've just asked for attentionāasked me to fuck you properly." he walks you forward, slamming you down, face first against the bedsheets. he unbuckles his belt, making quick work of his zipper to free his aching cock. lifting up your thin robe, he smacks your assāhard. smacks it again, watching as it turns bright red. you're crying, whining, trying to wiggle out of his hold, but he just pins your hands against your lower back, "quit moving, doll. let me fuck this attitude out of youābe good for me."
running his cock over your leaking pussy, he groans, throwing his head back as he fucks his tip into your hole, watching the way you gasp, drooling all over the sheets. one hand holding your wrists together, the other gripping your plushy hip, he slides into you, leaning down over your back, fucking you so deep as he condescends to you, "yeah, babyāfuck. that feel good? you feel better? we'll work on this attitude problem, don't worry. just gotta fuck you like this more often, hm? that right?"
you moan, nodding dumbly as he fucks you into the bed, his balls slapping against your pussy as he lifts your ass up, hitting a deeper angle. you're squeezing his cock so well, squirming as you try to meet his hips, grinding back onto him. "you gonna cum, baby? c'monācum for me so i can fuck a kid into you. want my kids? give you something to do while you wait up for meāfuck."
you cry out, "yes! fuckāsammy!" you cum so hard, clenching down, hard, on his cock. you feel him pulse inside you, feel his body jerk, as hot ropes shoot inside you, causing you to moanāfucking yourself back on his cock. when he feels you move your hips he smiles, smacks your ass playfully, "look at youāwant my kids so bad, huh? my good girl."
he watches the way your cum mixes with his, creamy white mixing against his cock n suddenly he's not mad anymore, pulling out of you to move youāholding you against him as he soothes the marks on your ass. kissing and tucking you into him as you fall asleep. ā”
youāre standing in his doorway, trying to stop pope from leaving to go on his first job back with his brothers, wearing his favorite panties of yours, his favorite bra. āandyācāmon just a quickie, they wonāt notice!ā
he walks up, looking down at you over his nose, huffing as he tries to move you. you trip a little, twisting to wrap your arms around his neck. āpleaseāyouāve been gone so long, baby. i miss you.ā you run your fingers over his scalp, watching him debate this in his head.
āfine. only if you shut up about itān make it quick. this is my first job back.ā
you squeal. bouncing on your toes as you take his hand, guiding him towards the bed, having him sit against the headboard in his camo pants, army green top. fuck, he looks so good. veins on display and all.
you sit down on his lap, lifting up his green shirt, running your hands along his abdomen before fiddling with the button of his pants, dragging his zipper down to take out his hard cock. you start to pump him, relishing in the way he feelsāso hard and so soft, before heās grunting, āquit playing with it.ā
you roll your eyes, āso strictāthey wonāt leave without you,ā n you lift up as pope helps you, taking his finger to pull your panties to the side as you sink down on his cock, moaning and arching your back at the feeling. youāre still not used to his size with him being back, didnāt forget how big he was, just need time to adjust.
once heās bottomed out, pope guides you by your hips, up and down slowly, gritting his teeth as youāre moaning like a fucking porn star above him. āfuck, andrew! so bigāoh my god, oh my god!ā
it feels animalistic the way you fuck himāscratching him through his army green shirt, biting on his ear, throwing your head back, hands to your tits to play with your nipplesāpope loves it, loves watching the way your pussy swallows his cock, fabric of his pants chafing your thighs.
youāre lost in each other, donāt even hear it when deran bangs on the door, yelling for pope to come out, āquit fucking! weāve gotta go!ā when pope finishes inside you, poor boy scrambles to get up n button his pantsānot wanting to miss this job as youāre giggling on the bed.
hiii bunnyyyyš¤ donāt know if this is nasty enough for ya but! pope pussy slapping you because youāre getting too loud while at Smurfs place :(you told him youād be good but heās just so thick and itās so deep from the back. āall you needed to do was just shut the fuck upā he huffs into your ear ābut you just canāt listen can you?ā he raises his hand for every time heās had to repeat himself but this only gives you more incentive for misbehaving
this is beautiful ā” love me some rough pope
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pope's got you on your back, fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his grip on your ankles. he's so focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you, your cum making a creamy ring around the base of his cock. fuck--you're so hot. n it feels so good, you can't help yourself when your back is arching off the bed, moaning so loud the neighbors can probably hear. everybody is home, and while pope doesn't really give a fuck, he doesn't want everyone to hear his girl in this vulnerable state.
you're so fucked out, practically crying with how good his cock feels, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you--when you feel a sting on your clit, watching pope slap you, grunting, "shut up. you want everyone to hear you?"
your back bows, a gasp escaping your lips that turns into a drawn out moan at the pain, "pope, fuck!" he slaps you again, leaning down to rest his chest against yours, whispering in your ear, "can't listen, can you? too fucked out?" he lifts back up, hips keep pounding into your pussy, driving you towards another orgasm as he brings his hand down again, causing you to squirt all over him.
you're mewling, crying out to him as he watches with wide eyes, nostrils flaring when he sees what a mess you've made. he fucks you slower, leaning back down, cooing in your ear as he moves your hair from your face, being so so tender, "aww, fuck--baby. 'm sorry, you feel good? made a mess on my cock, you liked that? so pretty."
when you both walk out into the kitchen for dinner, pope's got you tucked under his arm, filling up your water to make sure you're hydrated, grabbing you a plate of food as you sit down. you're wearing one of his big t-shirts and boxers, and everyone takes a look at you over their food. pope glares at them, daring them to say a word about what they heard. his little doll. ā”
1. during sex, you had a habit of touching him anywhere you could reach. dex made you feel so so good, you needed ways to release energy before you could come.
one way or another your hands would always end him in his hair, long nails raking his scalp as you softly moaned out his name.
he really tried not to, but anytime he felt your hand brushing strands of hair from his forehead, or rake your fingers through his scalp, he would let out a soft whimper while shutting his eyes from pleasure.
2. for the most part, you and dex never faught. he was your puppy, you didnāt like something he would never do it again, you asked him to do something, you wouldnāt have to tell him twice.
but like all couples, some sort of argument would take place. your hands waved around in the air, aggravated sighs from your soft lips as you tried to get your point across.
meanwhile, dex sat and listened. hands folded, head down but eyes tilted up at you. he felt so good when you yelled at him, like he was worth fighting.
somewhere between cursing and pushing his shoulder, a whimper slips from his lips and then only would he calmly apologize and make you feel heard and understood.
3. he woke up from the ungodly sound of your alarm, you begged for 5 more minutes and he headed for the shower.
while reaching for his pain meds, he felt an odd sensation on his back. somewhere between sore and sharp aches.
he reached for his t-shirt and pulled it off.
turning so his back faces the mirror, he tilted his head and low and behold. he let out a pathetic whine.
light pink scratches littered all over his back. all different lengths and positions. the sigh brought a grin to his face. a boost of confidence filtered over him knowing he brought you so much pleasure, snippets of last night flashing in his eyes.
4. dex was very selfless, even with sexual activities. they always benefited you. so when you decided to suck his dick.
the soft pants of āthank youā couldnāt stop from his mouth as he massaged the nape of your neck. his eyes were shut tight, he couldnāt believe how good you felt.
as he felt himself reach his release, he couldnāt sum up the energy to speak. he was lost in how good you made him feel. dex couldnāt stop the desperate, needy whimper that echoed against the shower walls as you swallowed his release.
5. you didnāt like shopping, you dressed pretty simple and often wore the same pieces styled differently.
so when dex visits your apartment for the first time and sneaks in your closet. the whimper that he tried to suppress eventually came out when he slid a drawer open and found bras and panties of different styles and colors.
fuck, he couldnāt wait to see you in all of them, whether in bed or through your bedroom window.
6. some rare nights, dex was usually alone in bed. you were sometimes too busy to come over or just not in the city.
desperate dex would roll over to your side, take in the scent that you left on the pillow and hump the bed imaging it was you.
he would sob and whimper into the pillow just wishing you would show up.
7. oh he loved your tits, he loved everything about you but holy shit.
when he saw your hardened nipples through t-shirts or just naked in bed, his dick would twitch.
or when you bent infront of him to place a plate or a book, fucking whatever. and he saw your cleavage down your shirt. an incoherent whimper would slip his mouth as he would pull you down to his lap.
8. you complimented dex often, likeā¦he was fucking perfect and you wouldnāt let him forget it.
sleepy after fucking or doing whatever together, your mouth would let loose and you would mumble heaps of stuff.
āgod your back is..so broadā
āif you wanted, you could probably choke me with your biceps.
ābaby, let me kiss your chinā
āi miss your fingers, dexā you once pouted, drunk as fuck.
every time he would be left speechless, often ending up a whimpering mess in your hold as you kissed down his abs or massaged his big hands in your smaller ones.
he couldnāt believe his luck as your soft body leaned over his whispering things you loved about him in his ear.
a common misunderstanding | benjamin poindexter x reader
Word count: 1.4k
Summary: You come home early to accidently discover something new about your boyfriend.
Author's note: when i saw this gif i was like ohhhh okay i need to open a word doc right this moment! content tags are smut, descriptions of violence and weapons, reader uses she/her pronouns, manipulative bad man!!!! i will tag dubcon for this reason because he manipulates reader but also reader is deranged and matches freak 4 freak, cannon divergence, established relationship, p in v, unprotected sex, pet names, creampie, no physical description of reader, hardly proofread... thank you for reading i hope you like it
Dex lines up the scope, training it on the apartment building across the street. This window had a perfect viewpoint into where the copy cat was hiding. It also happened to be your bedroom window. He might have been a little reckless, staking out in his girlfriend's bedroom, but you were out of town for the weekend. He would have everything would be cleaned up by the time you got back. And besides, he really needed to eliminate this copy cat. He hums to himself as he adjusts the tripod of the sniper, but suddenly a prickle starts in the back of his neck. As soon as he registers that something wasnāt right, the bedroom light flicks on. This was not the plan. You weren't supposed to be back for another day, but here you stand stand in the doorway. Your face is momentarily frozen in time with a look of pure shock, with your finger still on the light switch. A strangled yelp escapes you as you drop your bag, and turn on your heel fleeing as quickly as you appeared.Ā
āAh fuckā he mutters under his breath. He gives one last glance at the window, wistfully imagining driving a knife right through the copy catās eye, groaning as he stands up, and brushes off his suit. Your fingers fumble with the front door and chain lock, that you always locked when you entered your apartment, but now curse yourself for it. "There is a fucking intruder in my apartment this cannot be happening" loops in your head over and over.
Finally, your trembling hands open your front door, and you had only breached the front hallway when a hand is clamping down on your mouth. The intruderās arm is reaching around your middle with such force that your feet comically fly out from under you. āWhoa, not so fast" soothing voice chides next to your face. The voice sounds like your boyfriendās, but no, this is a psycho murderer assassin, with his tactical garb and sniper set up in your bedroom. With all of your might, you wriggle under his grasp, but he keeps talking, the voice becoming less foreign with each word. āSweetheart, itās just me. Itās Dex. Youāre alrightā He keeps repeating, muffled though the blue ski mask covering everything but his eyes.
He calmly steps backwards into the threshold of your apartment, kicking the door shut. Only then does he remove his hand from your mouth, and use it to pull off his mask. Sure enough, itās your boyfriend Dex, not a strange man in your apartment. And heās beaming down at you like this is the most normal thing in the world. His mouth tugs up in a lighthearted way that you had seen countless times before. Your heart tries to flip, the way it usually does, but now your heart feels like itās in your throat. Your whole body trembles as you feel sheathed knives slung across his body digging into your back.Ā
āCan I let go of you now? Or are you gonna try to run again?ā He asks.
You choke out fragments of words āI donāt-. Wha-?ā Fear and confusion mix in your veins. Your mind feels detached from your mouth, so all the questions swirling around cannot be articulated out loud, even though you desperately want to scream them.Ā
He hushes you. āItās alright, baby. Donāt be scared.ā The iron grip around your middle tightens even more, as he peppers quick kisses down the side of your face. āSee? Itās just me.āĀ The familiar smell of your boyfriend has reached your nostrils, further confusing your brain. āYou came back early to see me? You missed me, huh?ā His words and affections are having the same effect as usual. Your racing heart still isn't calming - usually your boyfriend makes your heart race, but now it feels like it actually might beat out of your body. Your low belly ignites as he pulls your arse against his body, the protrusion of his cock digging into your backside.Ā He nudges your head to the side, so he can access your mouth. āGimme a kiss?ā He asks close enough that his lips are already brushing yours, but heās waiting on you to fully close the gap.Ā
āI donāt know..ā you trail off, unsure of how to finish the sentence. You donāt know whatās going on, why he is dressed like an assassin, or why youāre so turned on. Your center feels like it's pulsing, aching and competing with your survival instincts to see which will dominate your thoughts.
His eyes bore into yours, crinkling at the edges āItās still me. Still your Dexieā He uses the nickname that you use sometimes and he hates. āAnd I missed you too by the way. Feel how much I missed you?ā Another grind into you, brings sensation of his hardening cock and a holstered weapon prodding you.
You raise up on your toes to meet your mouth against his, and he instantly melts. You feel his body weight slump with relief into your back. You open your lips so you can slot wet teeth and tongue - an action that feels familiar with your boyfriend even though the circumstances are anything but.
The clink of a belt unbuckling pulls you out of your thoughts. āDex, what are you doing?ā the words rush out of you, sounding nervous and eager in your own ears.
āJust reminding you.ā He hastily hikes your dress up and pulls your arse up so he can wedge his heavy cock underneath you, dragging it across your entrance. "Reminding you that I'm not gonna hurt ya" With each brush across your wet folds, his words sound a little more slurred. āSweetheart youāre soaked. Ya missed me so much, huh?ā A finger hooks your panties, now thoroughly soaked in both of your arousal, off and onto the floor. He leans into you, bracketing your head with his arms on either side, and presses the tip of his cock inside you with a pained groan.
āMoremoremore" the plea flies out of your mouth automatically, embarrassingly fast. You bend to his mercy as he leans his body weight into yours. And he's so heavy that it's hard to keep standing, but feels overwhelming and invasive and perfect all at the same time. He presses his cock in, inch by inch, until finally there is none left to give. He's fully sheathed inside and the stretch is sending you clawing at your door. He wraps a protective arm around your middle again to hold you secure. Heās so big, holding you so tight, enveloping every one of your senses until all you feel is him. He finds a rhythm of gentle, easy thrusts, savoring every ridge of your wet, silken walls.
"I know, baby, I know" he mumbles into your face, and the scrape of stubble on your cheek pulls you back into your body. You hadn't realized you had been whimpering with each languid thrust. "You're so close" he soothes. A callused hand reaches under your dress to find your aching clit. His motions are picking up to become desperate snaps of his hips, plunging his cock at a new angle that makes you see stars. Energy shoots down to your feet standing on tiptoe as Dex circles your clit the final few times. Waves of orgasm rack your body, shuddering with pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his cock, your stomach muscles involuntarily clenching, and he chases his own orgasm with a final few thrusts. "Oh fuck sweetheart" he pleas, and soon after you feel spend filling you practically up into your stomach. He pants into your shoulder as his cock twitches and pulses inside of you - and now you're certain that you can barely hold against his body weight any longer. He senses your struggling underneath him, and pulls out of you with a hiss, standing you upright again and fixing your dress back over your arse.
"You do look really pretty. And I did miss you, really." He says. Then, groans as his knees pop when he picks up your panties off the floor and places them in your outstretched hand.
"I really did miss you too. And I like your..." Your eyes rake over his body - tactical blue fabric hugging every curve of muscle, rows of knives sheathed on each hip- as you search for the word. "Outfit?" You had a million questions for your boyfriend to answer, but damned if he didn't look good doing it.
bunny offering herself for dex to practice knots and tying people up on her š«¢ see which positions are the most efficient
curling up on the couch while heās all in serious mode, brow crinkled as he clicks around on his laptop. you knew he was doing bullseye stuff purely from his demeanour, and you knew you werenāt supposed to interrupt. but, scrolling on pinterest was getting boring ā so you strike up conversation.
ādexie?ā you chime, dropping your phone and turning your body toward him.
āhm?ā he doesnāt look up, continuing to click, click, click.
āwhen youāre doing your big boy bullseye stuff, do you ever have to tie people up?ā you tilt your head curiously and he blinks out of his concentrated trance, observing you for a second before speaking up.
āwhat?ā
ālike, when you go toāā you make a dramatic throat slicing action with your hand, followed by another performative rendition of you pretending to throw a knife. you then also played the role of the victim, throwing your hands up and whisper-screaming, pretending to die as you slump against the couch.
āspit it out, kid.ā
ādo you ever use rope to tie people up? so they donāt escape?ā you clarify, clearly excited from the topic. dex scratches his jaw in thought, shrugging a shoulder.
āif i gotta ā yeah. why?ā
you hop up out your seat, holding up a manicured finger to gesture āone secā to him, toddling off to your room. he hears a bunch of shuffling and a few things falling before you come skipping back out ā a soft pink rope between your hands.
āwhy donāt you practice on me? you know ā to figure out which positions are most efficient for you.ā you beam, hopping on one foot to another as you hold the rope in two hands infront of you. dex licks his lips, placing his laptop on the coffee table before taking the rope from you, passing it between his hands.
āāfuck do you think i do with these guys? tie their legs open nāfuck āem? i tie their wrists together so they canāt reach for a weapon. sometimes their legs if they try nārun. theyāre not hard knots to make, baby.ā he goes to hand the rope back as you pout, shaking it in his hand when you donāt take it.
ābutā¦ but you could just try new stuff? it could be really helpful? i wanna be helpful.ā you sulk, feeling rejected. dex sighs out his nose, a small smile tugging at his older features.
āyou just wanna get off, that right?ā
āno i donāt.ā you huff, stomping your foot. as a reflex, dex grabs your wrist and yanks you into a manoeuvre in less than a second, arched over his lap.
āyeah you wanna stomp that foot at me?ā he challenged and you concede, shaking your head with a pout.
āsorry daddy.ā
āuh-huh. you want me to tie you up just say that, donāt gotta make up excuses.ā you feel him roughly begin to bind your wrists together at the small of your back and you kick your legs happily behind you. āpractice.ā he scoffs. ājust wanna feel like a victim, donāt you?ā
bf!dex who looks way too pleased with himself when you get angry enough to hit him.
you two make a very disfunctional couple, that much could be said. you patch him up from knife and bullet wounds more often than you go out on dates, and you're constantly arguing about dex's obsessive, infuriating need to keep everything in your life under his control.
on particularly bad fights, you make him grovel for days.
dex will mostly spend them chasing you around your apartment while you pretend not to notice the hulking mass of a man stalking you around every room, an inevitable presence you couldn't get rid of even if you tried. he says i'm sorry and please talk to me and i'll do anything while you try your best to remain unphased, even if the undeniable lack of remorse in his voice only fills you with even more rage.
one day you turn on your heels and slap him across the face.
it's a sudden, sharp crack that echoes around the room like a gunshot. his head turns to the side and stays there, because you struck him hard enough for dex to freeze like that for a moment before he blinks once in surprise, tongue moving inside his mouth to poke the inside of his cheek.
you can see it in him, the change that happens when dex registers the sting and the heat that starts spreading across the side of his face, the shape of your fingertips painting his skin a crimson red. his mouth curls then, lips tugging into a smile as his eyes flutter closed to savor the impact.
you make a disgusted sound, and because you're still pissed, even more mad now than before you realized you can't even hurt him without his deranged brain turning it into this, you snarl: "what the fuck is wrong with you?"
dex only laughs in response, seemingly pulled out of his trance by the sound of your voice. it's the first time you've spoken to him in hours, and something inside him hums in satisfaction at finally earning back your attention, even if you're still scowling at him with an intensity that would make a lesser man feel the urge to bolt.
to dex, though, the only thing worth registering is that he has your eyes back on him once more, your touch back where it belongsāon his skin, burning across his cheek as physical proof.
he reaches out to grab your hand, fingers enclosing around your wrist and lifting your arm with enough gentleness to make you hesitate upon the thought of pulling it right back, then guides your palm to lay flat against the other side of his face.
"i'll let you take it out on me all you want, we both know i deserve it," he says, soft eyes fixed on yours despite the haze of rage still clouding your vision. "but if you really want to hurt me, then you'll have to hit me harder, sweetheart."
his wife āā michael robinavitch
michael 'robby' robinavitch x wife!reader.
summary: robby doesnt advertise his marriage. so when his wife shows up at ED to discuss their son, safe to say the residents were shocked. now they wonder how the two of you met. this throws him back to when he was a ms3.
content warnings: reader and robby w/ 2 year age gap. thought to be 22 and robby 24 when met, around when he'd be a MS3. fluff. med school robby. lightly flirty young robby. lil mention of mature content so pls mdni 18+. reader is clinical psychologist/completeting masters to be one. lowkey implied fem reader shorter than robby. im short im sorry. he adores his wife like hard. two kids.
authors notes: lowkey med school au and robby who isn't as emotuonally consipated in the show. lowkey wanna do a few bits here and there about their life but not sure lol. inspired by this meme.
word count: 4079
Everyone was aware of the chain that hung around Robbyās neck. It peeked from under his scrubs sometimes. Though, no one knew what might be on the chain. There might be nothing or there could be something. Either way, it was always tucked under his shirt.
Nobody questioned it, never really thought to. Heās a private person. Residents donāt ask about his personal life. But they get curious when he steps out to the ambulance bay sometimes, phone to ear.Ā
Santos thinks that maybe heās faking to take a break. Whitaker thinks he might be talking to a relative, parent or sibling. Javadi thinks ā¦ Well, she isnāt quite sure what to think. But she doesnāt think its what Santos or Whitakerās thinking.
So when a gorgeous woman strolled into the department, beelining towards the charge nurse with a smile, they were confused to say the least. You seemed to be friendly and familiar with Dana, greeting each other like old friends.Ā
The med student and two residents share subtle looks, watching the interaction.Ā
āIs my husband around?ā You asked Dana, glancing around to see if he was nearby. It was never predictable where he might be. Itās not uncommon for him to not answer his phone when he works and you donāt blame him. Itās understandable. But itās rare for you to show up at the department, that usually means itās important.
The three watching noticed your eyes wandering, quickly busying themselves. Santos and Javadi looked at the same computer, as if they were reading results together. While Whitaker fumbled with the chart heād picked up. The two women look at him in disbelief and annoyance. Smooth.Ā
āTrauma one. Heās in a mood.ā Dana pre warned you, giving you a knowing look. You werenāt surprised by the fact, very aware how moody Robby can be when heās stressed.Ā
āNot surprising.ā You huffed out a dry laugh. āWhen isnāt he?ā
āTrue that.ā The charge nurse hiffs, knowing you'd understand more than anyone. But youāre able to diffuse him unlike anyone else.Ā
āAlright if I hang around?ā You asked, knowing the answer but much preferring to be sure instead of assuming.Ā
āOf course.ā Dana assured you, well aware you donāt like to presume but instead hear directly. Everyday is different in the ED. āEverything okay?ā
āYeah, just Levi.ā You explained, not details but enough for her to understand that something had happened. Your son could get into his own mess these days, heās 22 and at college, figuring out his life. Didnāt mean he didnāt avoid doing dumb shit.Ā
Before Dana could respond, her mouth hanging open before shutting as a painstakingly familiar voice rang out.Ā
āWhatāre you doing here?ā You heard your husbandās gruff voice, head turning as he wandered up beside you. He pressed a kiss to your head before his eyes returned to your face. Concern was etched across his features, worried that something was wrong. You didnāt show up here without a reason.Ā
Javadi tried to not look invested but she was, Robby was married? Santos and Whitaker thinking the same thing. And this woman is his wife? No way. That canāt be right.Ā
āYour son decided that getting drunk and running around campus was a good idea.ā You informed him dryly. This is the second time you've talked about this. Not that you were angry but more annoyed. You had to leave work, because Robby couldnāt, to go and get him from the police station by his campus. āNaked.ā
āWhy is he always my son when he does something stupid?ā Robby inquired in disbelief before shaking his head immediately. It was too early for this, barely 8:30am.Ā āActually, donāt answer that.ā
He knew that if either of you had passed the doing something dumb gene, it was him. He had never done something quite like that but he was the more reckless between the two of you. He didnāt need to have his workplace hear about some of the dumb things heās done in his 20s.Ā
Levi isn't a bad kid. Just tends to do dumb things.
Javadi, Whitaker and Santos all shared glances in utter shock. This man has a son? A kid? No way. They don't believe theyād heard this correctly.Ā
āAnyways. Heās alright. But he called Jack who called me.ā
āFuck.ā Your husband signed, hanging his head low before looking back at you. āYou going to get him?ā
He gave you a look that said you gonna go orā¦ not to rush you out but instead to figure out why you were hanging around with your shared son behind local station bars.Ā
āYeah.ā You nodded, pausing before you explained absentmindedly. āLetting him sweat a bit.ā
āYouāre evil.ā He commented dryly.Ā
āItās why you married me.ā You grinned.Ā
He huffed a soft yet dry laugh. He wonāt even deny it. Your nature was one of the many reasons heād fallen inlove with you in the first place. He knows how incredible of a mother you are. Heās cherished raising children with you. Heād never seen you so soft and loving. He sometimes still found it hard to believe you had married and had kids with him.Ā
But he was aware that you werenāt going to let this stint slide.Ā
āThatās why youāre here?ā He quizzed, almost a little amused, though pissed that his son had done something so stupid. This would be something you two would discuss with him later.Ā
āPartially. But thought I'd tell you before Jack blabs at shiftchange.ā You answered, not going to have spoken to him later about this. It was too important. And you knew Jack wouldāve let him know this evening. Better if it comes from you.Ā
Jack has been a staple in your kids' lives since heād met Robby years ago. When Robby had started working at PTMC as an attending, youād been pregnant with your second child. When Jack had joined a few years later, your kids were 8 and 6 at the time. Heād immediately grown attached, loving them like they were his own. They adored him, not having a day without him since (minus when heād been in the army and deployed).Ā
As much as he loves them, he made it clear he wouldnāt keep things from you and Robby. Especially when itās important. He loved them. But he loves you both too. All of you are like his family. He wasnāt going to lie.Ā
āGood thinking.ā He nodded, appreciative youād told him instead of letting him be blindsited later.Ā
āIāll head out.ā You said, wanting to get this whole thing sorted and just get back home. Not like youād go back to the office. Thankfully your appointments were all via zoom today, it helped. āHopefully wonāt take too long but iāll let you know.ā
āAlright, thanks.ā Robby replied, pressing a kiss to your forehead. It was something he always did when youād separate for the day. āSee you after work.ā
āI love you.ā You said softly, leaning up to press a quick kiss to his lips.
āI love you, honey.ā
You waved goodbye to him and Dana, turning back around and heading back to your car.Ā
āYouāre married?ā Santos blurted in disbelief, unable to keep it in. Whitaker nudged her with his elbow in panic, she should not have said that.Ā
He looks over at her, pulling the chain out from under his undershirt. The chain dangled with a gold band hanging from it. His wedding ring. ā26 years.āĀ
He doesnāt hide heās married. He just doesnāt find himself needing to share that information unwarranted. He loves his wife and kids but he prefers to keep his family outside of the workplace. So if heās not prompted, he doesn't talk about them.Ā
āHowā¦ when ā¦ what?ā Santos stammered, in disbelief heās been married. To you. For 26 years.Ā
āYou didnāt know?ā Langdon quizzed the three as he wandered to the desk, amused at their shocked expressions.
āDonāt act like you didnāt react the same way when you found out.ā Dana mused, shooting Langdon a knowing look.Ā
He canāt even deny it. When he discovered his attendingās long-lasting marriage, he was shocked. The man didnāt seem emotionally capable. But must've been wrong. Heās grown to know that over the last few years when heād seen you two interact.Ā
Robby is a man inlove.Ā
āHowād you meet?ā Javadi mustered up the courage to ask, curious to hear how youād met. Especially since youād been married for so long.Ā
Robby huffed a laugh at the memory, recalling the evening youād met. It was forever seared into his memory.
1995.
Robby was out with a couple of his med school classmates for a rare night out between rotations. Being a MS3 was intense, going from classroom to real direct-contact work with patients.Ā
The four of them were mostly sharing how their recent rotation had been. Theyād all been put into different specialties. Paediatrics, orthopaedics, cardiology and gastroenterology.Ā
He was mid laugh when his eyes glanced over the room, eyes locking on you. It felt like his breath had been pulled from his lungs.Ā
You were out with friends for a monthly catch up. Since youād both graduated and begun your careerās, you rarely get to spend time together. The two of you made it a point to organise a once a month where youāre both free to catch up in person. Talking on the phone can only do so much for a friendship sometimes.Ā
The two of you were chatting, discussing recent events in your lives. She was halfway through telling you about an incident at her new job.Ā
āGod, can you believe it?ā She said in disbelieving scoff. āI mean, who in their right mind thinks that itās okay to show up drunk and deny the whole thing, it's just dumb to try and gaslight your boss.ā
āThatās so fucked. Please tell me he was fired. Or at least suspended.ā You said in disgust, already hating whoever this guy was.
āI wish.ā Your friend shook her head in annoyance. She went to take a sip of her drink, to realise it was empty. āBut I will say that I need another drink.ā
āIāll get some.ā You said as you stood up with a chuckle, grabbing your wallet. Though you gave her a playfully pointed look. āDonāt venture anywhere.ā
āNo promises.ā she teased, though not really planning to go anywhere. She was the type to just wander away without prompt. But honestly, so are you. Sheās just worse than you, especially when intoxicated.Ā
You chuckled and rolled your eyes at the tease, but accepted it. It's normal for the two of you, the teasing. But you do hope she wonāt venture far if she decides to.Ā
You made your way to the bar, sliding up between a tall man and a woman, there being a gap. They werenāt interacting so you took it as a safe spot to choose. It didnāt take long for the bartender to make it to you, barely 30 seconds.
āWhat can I get for ya?ā He asked, leaning forward slightly to make sure he could hear you. It wasnāt too loud but to be safe.Ā
āVodka lemonade and a vodka coke please.ā You asked kindly, always making sure to be nice to staff. He nodded and got to making the drinks.
Robby glanced down at you when he heard the honeyed voice. Oh shit. Itās you. He made an effort not to stare at you from a distance when heād noticed you earlier. Heās not shy but he respects youād been with a friend and heād been with his. He barely noticed the bartender heās spoken to before, placing the beers heād asked for in front of him.Ā
āThanks.ā He said to the guy but he made no effort to move. He glanced down at you again, at the same time your eyes had flickered up to him. You gave him a smile before looking back ahead of you, eyes seemingly glancing around behind the bar.Ā
Robbyās attention went back to the bartender as he dug out a few bills and handed them over. He gestured with his head towards you besides him. āHerās too.ā
The bartender nodded, not really having much of a thought as he put the money through, conversing with the other bartender for what youād asked for to figure out the total cost.Ā
Your head had snapped up towards him, eyebrows slightly furrowed. Youāve had guys offer to buy you drinks, your friend too. Though never had been quite as forward as this.Ā
āThatās awfully nice of you.ā You commented dryly, looking up at him. You were a little suspicious. But you can't help but think of how gorgeous he is. Itās not actually fair. āWhatās the catch?ā
āNo catch.ā He said honestly, offering you a grin that made your heart skip a beat. Fuck this guy.Ā
āBut it got you talking to me.ā He added a beat later, that breathtaking grin widening a smidge.Ā
āAh, so that was your plan, huh?ā
āNo, kinda just happened in the moment.ā He said with a shrug, grin not faltering. It wasn't a total lie. He had been thinking about ways he could start a conversation with you. He normally can do without ease. But youād made him throw away the idea of using shitty pickup lines.Ā
āIn the moment.ā You chuckled, a grin of your own forming. Somehow you could tell it wasnāt a complete lie, but he wasnāt telling the whole truth. For not, you wouldnāt question it. As gorgeous as he is, you didnāt plan on hanging around long. You had your friend to get back to.Ā
āThat hard to believe?ā He teased, having noted you seemed to be somewhat amused.Ā
āNope, but you canāt tell me you donāt already have a list of pick-up lines ready to go.ā You joked, but half-meaning it. He was unfairly attractive and youāre sure he knew it. No doubt he could easily get a girlās attention.Ā
The bartender placed your drinks in front of you. Thanking him, you turned back to the man youād been interacting with.Ā
āYou got me.ā He chuckled, not going to deny it. āBut they donāt seem like something youād be interested inā
āNow that's a line.ā You laughed, grin turning into a genuine smile.Ā
That smile? That nearly stopped his heart.Ā
āMaybe it is.ā He said with a light laugh, not denying but not having intended on it being that way. But really, anything to make sure you kept smiling like that. He leant his head slightly forward towards you, speaking in a conspiratorial murmur. āDid it work?ā
āIām not at liberty to answer that.ā You chuckled, unwilling to admit that maybe it was. It might just be his pretty face. But you werenāt immune.Ā
āBesides, I have my friend to get back to.ā You added, gesturing over to your friend. When your eyes landed on her, she seemed to be occupied with a guy. The two close together as they seemed in deep conversation. Good for her.
āAh, that's one of mine.ā he chuckled, eyes having followed where youād directed and seeing it was one of his friends with your friend. He hadnāt quite anticipated his friend chatting with yours. But it certainly seemed to work in his favour here so he wonāt complain.Ā
āYeah?ā You quizzed but werenāt completely convinced he hadnāt coordinated that.Ā
āNot my doing. Promise." He chuckled, raising his hands in faux-defence, sensing you thought it may have been. He meant it, genuinely not having a single thing to do with the situation. But he thought of it as good luck.Ā
Your eyes drifted back to him, eyebrows raised. You looked at him for a few beats before grabbing your friend's drink and one of his beers. āDonāt move.ā
He didnāt say anything as you left him, and your own drink. Not a smart move but it hadnāt even occurred to you in the moment. You made your way back to the table your friend was at, placing the drinks down in front of her and her guest. You subtly winked at her before you turned back and headed towards the drink and man youād left.
As you slid back besides him, he felt elated. He hadnāt felt this excited to just talk to a woman in well ā¦ ever.Ā
āGonna tell me your name or am i gonna have to guess?ā
āMichael. But you can call me Robby.ā
āI donāt see how that correlates.ā You mused, raising an eyebrow at him. You don't exactly see how those names worked together. Robby? You think Robert.Ā
āRobinavitch.ā he explained with a chuckle, eyes dazzling.Ā
āAh, gotcha.ā You nodded with another light chuckle. Last name. You told him your name in return.Ā
He repeated your name, letting it roll off of his tongue. He liked it. It was your name after all.Ā
The two of you converesed. You discussed your lives, work, study, friends, hobbies. You discovered he was a third year med student, just completing a rotation in cardiology. He mentioned he liked the idea of emergency, wanting to help people at the hardest point of their lives. You respected it, understood it even. You were hanging onto every word he spoke, enjoying the words rolling off his lips and interested in what he was saying. That hasnāt happened in a long time.
He discovered you had graduated with a bachelor of psychology last year, now practising as such as you worked on completing your masters of clinical psychology. You explained how you want to conduct cognitive clinical assessments for patients who think they might have ADHD, autism and anything else that might support patients understand what is going on inside their brains. You didnāt go into details but you had admitted youād had your own struggles with mental health. That being a huge part of wanting to support others with theirs. You wanted to work in a few areas of psychology, he had gathered.Ā
You two spoke for hours. Literally hours. About everything and nothing at the same time. You joked, had serious topics at hand and discussed absolutely anything either of you could think of.Ā
You checked the time on the wall with a glance, realising it was nearing 12am. God, youād been talking to him since about 9, knowing youād been here since at least 8 when you and your friend had arrived. Neither of you even touched your drinks, both just sitting there useless.Ā
āNot to cut this shortā¦ā You said with a light huff as you got up from the seat youād been on. Eventually the two of you had drifted to an empty table, finding it more comfortable to be seated as you chatted. But he wouldāve happily stood there in discomfort if he got to hear your voice. Not that heād admit that. ā...but I should go, it's nearly 12.ā
He looked at the clock as you spoke, eyes widening in surprise. It had been 3 hours? Thatās how long heād been talking to you. It felt like it had been 30 minutes. His eyes drifted back to you, not going to argue. He should probably find out if his friends are still here or not. Youād both noticed yours and his friend leaving earlier, so you didnāt need to worry about her being alone.Ā
āYeah, it was great talking to you.ā He said with a soft smile. He was disappointed you were leaving but he understood. And he wasnāt going to make assumptions. Not with you. Other women he may have made some sort of line, getting them to go home with him or vice versa to never see them again the next day. But he didnāt want to do that with you.Ā
āYou too.ā You replied with a smile of your own. āBye, Michael.ā
āBye.ā He smiled, his lips tugging wider at the use of his first name. Not his nickname. But his name. He watched as you waved and made your exit, eyes trailing you as you walking out the front door. He let out a small sigh, disappointed you were gone. He realised a moment later that he hadnāt even asked for your number. The thought slipped. Likely to avoid the anxiety. He;d never been anxious to ask a girl for her number before.Ā
Meanwhile, the cold air was a welcomed slap to the face from the heat of inside the bar. It was soothing. But you couldnāt help the disappointment you felt. You had really begun to like him. Youād spoken for hours. Not like youād spilled your entire life story. But still, you thought something was there. Something you hadnāt felt before. Not with your exes.Ā
You became annoyed. Had he not felt that? Or did he? Either way, he didnāt ask for any form of contact details for you.Ā
With a huff, you turned back inside and marched towards him.Ā
Robby was shocked when he saw your figure storming towards him. He had just stood up to go in search for his friends.Ā
āOkay. We have something. Thereās this ā¦ thisā¦ I don't know ā¦ spark. It's there.ā You ranted, eyes wide as you looked up at him. You wished you could blame it on the alcohol because this was not something you did. But you couldnāt help but blurt this at him. You can be embarrassed later. āWeāve been talking for hours. Literal hours. And you donāt ask for my number? Seriously? What the fuck?!ā
His eyes were wide in shock as you spoke before softening. He hadn't exactly anticipated you running back to tell him off. It was hot. A soft grin tugged at his lips at each word you said.Ā
āWhat?ā You asked him in annoyance, arms now crossed over your chest.Ā
āIs it too late to ask for your number?ā He questioned, a hint of tease mixed in the hope in his voice. He had wanted to ask but had been caught off guard by you leaving. He was nervous at the prospect. What if youād said no? Thatād have just about broken his heart.Ā
āYouāre asking now?ā You asked dryly. āBecause I yelled at you?ā
āFirst, you didn't yell. You firmly stated your annoyance.ā He corrected genuinely but firmlyĀ āsecond, i wanted to but i got nervous.ā
āNervous?ā you quizzed, not quite believing that. He hadnāt been nervous the entire time youād spoken to him. Not openly anyways.Ā
āYeah. Nervous.ā He admitted without shame. āBeautiful girl I've been talking to all night rejects me? That's nerve-wrecking.ā
āEnough with the lines.ā You responded dryly. He hadnāt really given you lines but that didnāt automatically exclude him from going to use them.Ā
āNot a line. I'm serious.ā Robby said, sincerity seeping through his voice. His eyes didnāt leave yours. He wanted you to know he wasnāt trying to be smooth. Just honest.Ā
You stared at him for a few moments, debating if you could trust it. He sounded painfully sincere. You donāt think you can fake this kind of honestly.Ā
āStill want my number?ā
Present.Ā
āI love her.ā Javadi rushed out immediately, then flushing with embarrassment as she realised she said that outloud. Her hand covered her mouth in shock at her own words.Ā
Robby just chuckled, which surprised her and the two residents.Ā
āSheās incredible.ā He commented fondly. His mind reeled with thoughts of you. Both from recent years and the early times of your relationship.Ā
āCareful, youāre sounding human.ā Dana joked, though she had grown fond of the dynamic between you and the attending. He was practically a different person with you. Your kids too.Ā
āDonāt let my daughter hear that, sheāll use it against me.ā He joked back, having broken out of his thoughts and preferring the humour based dynamic in the workplace. He didnāt need to be vulnerable here. Not about his family.
Before anyone could respond, he headed off. Intending to see a patient, check in to see how his residents are doing. But heād instead slowed his moments and pulled out his phone, pulling up your text chain.Ā Ā
Husband <3: if he claims he was dared, youāre going to let me eat you out
Wife: if he says that heās made a mistake and wonāt do it again, youāll eat me out
Husband <3: deal
āIām sorry ā¦ DAUGHTER?!āĀ
He heard the disbelief of his resident, ignoring the question and instead pocketing his phone continuing on his day. Heās the chief attending here. At home? Heās just a man whoās obsessed with his wife.
imagine being bullseye's target for a paid hit. he's so good at inserting yourself into your life, becoming an integral part of it. you're stupidly unsuspecting; he'd feel bad, but quite frankly, he's never seen such a high bounty placed on anyone's head yet, let alone a simple girl like you. it's almost too easy.
until it isn't. until he realises that he genuinely does like you, likes taking you out on dates and seeing you smile. even though you know him as tony, and he's been careful not to let the real him show, it's been slipping out anyway. and all the things he's catalogued in his brain about you under the pretence of knowing his target are things he keeps in mind around youāyour coffee order, your morning routine, the temperature you like your shower water at.
he knows you charge your phone in the living room so you don't scroll in the morning, and your preferred way of waking up is when you're curled right into him with your legs tangled together, and when you're at home you skip more than you walk because you don't know what to do with the excess energy you have. and he's taken you on what, twenty dates now? and you call him your boyfriend and he's talked to your mum beforeāalthough it has been on the phoneāand he has the spare key to your apartment.
he conveniently forgets to "do recon" sometimes, and he is not a man who ever forgets. he keeps on letting his guard down; he likes you too much. it has to be today.
or that's the plan, anyway.
it's a pretty warm day and you're already halfway through a tub of ice creamāor two; you've dumped both flavours in your bowl together and open the door with the spoon still in your mouth.
"hi," you say, but it comes out unintelligible, and he kisses your cheek and his hands slot into place on your hips. your free one traces the contours of his muscles up his side even through the hoodie he's wearing, and he kicks the door closed behind him.
"hi," he whispers back. you put the bowl and spoon down, licking your lips.
"y'miss me?"
"yeah."
then he kisses you for real, shuffling you back towards the wall. your arms loop around his neck, pulling him further into your space, and you taste like strawberry ice cream, a hint of vanilla. the weight of the gun, 3d printed to be untraceable, is devastatingly heavy from where it's tucked into the back of his jeans. justājust five more minutes, let me live this dream, he thinks.
you hum happily into his mouth, fingers brushing through the short hair at the back of his head. he doesn't mean to make a sound, but it happens, and you pull back to laugh at him. you're perfect, don't give him that look, now. you don't even know.
your eyes move to somewhere over his shoulder. "oh, my ice cream's melting."
he turns back, too, glaring at the offending mixture of pink and white. "oh."
you're scarfing it down at amazing speeds, sat beside him on the sofa with his arm 'round your shoulders. you'll get brain freeze if you keep going like thisā
"i think i have brain freeze," you announce between mouthfuls of your strawberry-vanilla concoction. there it is.
he takes the bowl from you and finishes what little's left of it; your head's leaned back against the sofa, staring into space as you reconsider life.
"want me to kiss it better?"
you lift your head to stare at him, unamused. "tony, that's not how it works."
"i know that's not how it works," he responds, and his voice has dropped an octave, and you know what he wants, and you laugh.
"okay," you relent. he sets the bowl on the coffee table and you pull him down by the front of his hoodie to kiss him again and he makes the executive decision to not kill you tonight or forever. there's spit and teeth the way he likes it, the way you know he likes it. his knees bracket your thighs, arm braced by your shoulder as the other one tilts your head up; you push him away, back into the cushions, grinning at him with swollen lips already. he bites back a whine when you climb onto his lap, hand straying under the hem of your shorts. you guide his mouth to your neck with one hand, other one busy with god-knows-what (taking off your shirt, he hopes) and he's sure he'll leave bruises on your thighs, but the good kind, born of love and something more, ones only he gets to see, because your life will not end tonight. or anytime soon, if he gets to have a say in things.
the safety of your gun clicks off. you'd hidden it beneath the cushions, waiting for the perfect opportunityāas in right now.
"game's over, poindexter," you're still smiling, but its something sharper, meaner. so very unlike you, a mask fabricated for this very moment.
he draws in a breath, slow, controlled. "oh."
"i know why you came here tonight," you say. "to kill me, right?"
"wasn't gonna."
"no?" you realise with horror that even with your gun pressed up against his head, he's gazing up at you adoringly through his lashes, thumb still rubbing circles idly into your thigh. there's a faint flush on his cheeks. he doesn't seem scared.
"no," he repeats. "gun's under the hoodie. i changed my mind."
you reach behind him, pull it out, toss it to the floor like it burns to touch.
"you have no other weapons on you?"
his eyes flicker downwards, yours follow. then he looks up again, and your cheeks are burning because of what he's just implied. nothing you haven't seen before, of course, but under these circumstancesā¦
"no, baby, i don't."
he looks like he wants to kiss you. and he isn't scared.
things are much, much worse, actually.
he's in love. with you.
a terrifying prospect, really.
(your heart skips a beat. or three.)
"you're my target," you say, more to convince yourself than him. "i'm going to have to shoot you now."
"okay." his voice is steady. he shifts, just a little, and the movement below makes your breath catch in your throat. "do you want me to put my hands up, or is this okay?"
your palms are sweaty, grip faltering. you're trembling. he tilts his head a little, surveying, and you push the barrel further into the side of his head.
"don't be scared," he murmurs. it's intimate, the way he's talking to you, like you're not holding him at gunpoint. "bravest girl i know."
"i'm not scared," you snap, but the gun's not even aimed at his head now; your hold falters. "any last words?"
his hand reaches up to yours, realigns it so it's like you'd originally held it.
"can you kiss me?" it's patheticāhe's pathetic, and he knows it. or maybe he knows you. "i know it was real for you tooā"
he thinks he might've died and they accidentally let him into heaven.
or,
you chuck the gun away from you abruptly, scooting forward on his lap. you're not crying, 'cause you don't cry, especially in situations like this, but he swallows the distressed sound you make anyway and kisses you harder, licking into your mouth like a beast that's finally been uncaged. you're apologising with every breath, and a part of him wonders if he should tooā
he pauses in place, pulls back just a little to look at you better, and you let out a soft tony, not liking the delay (even though you know it's not his name).
"dex," he corrects gently; you repeat it in the same breathless tone as before. he thinks he's never heard a prettier sound. when he cups your face, you lean into the touch with a sigh.
"i'm sorry," he says. he doesn't say it often, but he really means it when he does. "for everything."
and then a quieter confession. "i love you."
it's not like either of you haven't said it before, but something's changed this time. it's different, more honest in a way, even though you'd meant it every time you said it before.
"i know." it comes out a whisper, and you blink and swallow, hoping you don't end up crying. "me too. i meanā"
"i know," he echoes your words from before, before you lapse into a comfortable silence. it's almost normal for a second. then you sit up straighter, clearing your throat, and begin taking inventory of the situation. "we can't stay here for much longer. they'll know something's wrong."
he glances around, not as urgent as you. "we have time."
"hey," you say suddenly. "did you really get hard from being held at gunpoint?"
instead of responding, he shucks off his hoodie and his hand slips under your shirt, burning against your bare waist. he makes no effort to move it upwards; it just stays there, heavy, a brand on your skin. he looks up at you and grins, needy, wanting, and you get your answer.
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summary; rafe refuses to wear the new gift you got him, but no one was surprised when they saw him walk into the country club decked out in his girls favourite color. he'd like to think he wears the pants in the relationship, but his girl always get she wants.
warnings; sappy and cringy! but in like a cute way.
"rafey!"
your soft voice echos throughout tanny hill as the door slams closed, the sound of your multiple shopping bags rustling become louder and louder as you walk into your boyfriends room.
"guess what i got!" you squealed, dropping all your bags onto the floor as you walked over to him. rafe was sat on his bed, his phone that was in his hands seconds ago now discarded as he looked up at you.
"what baby? something pretty?" you giggled as his question, making him crack a smile as he beckoned you to come closer with his fingers. your lips met for a soft kiss as you bent down, his rough hands making contact with the fat of your ass that was peeking out of your soft pink skirt.
you almost let yourself melt into the kiss before remembering your task, pulling back and earning a groan from your boyfriend. "well obviously, but i saw something and i had to get it. you're gonna be so excited"
he watched closely as you bent down to your shopping bags on the floor, riffling through them to find what you were looking for. he was expecting you to pull out a sparkly pink top or something to that effect, that looks nearly exactly the same as the ones you already have, but he would never say that to you.
you made a noise of excitment as you found what you were looking for, shooting up to face rafe as you hid the item behind your back.
"you ready?" you asked "as ready as ill ever be" rafe answers back.
he watched as you pulled a light pink coral-colored polo behind from behind your back, holding it up to him as you smiled brightly.
"look its pink!"
"i can see that baby, thank you" he answered, taking one look at the shirt and deciding that it would soon collect dust in the back of his closet.
he appreciated the thought and all, but he has no idea how many pink glittery versions of things you had found for him on your many shopping sprees that have now been long forgotten in his draws.
"i saw it and i knew it would be so perfect for you to wear to the country club tomorrow!" you said nonchalantly, grinning from ear to ear as you folded it gently and rested it softly upon his dresser.
rafe's eyes went wide at the statement. he knew that there was no way you would let him walk out of the house without that polo on without tears welling in your eyes and a pout resting on your lips, but he also knew there was no way he wasn't going to be ripped to threads if he showed up to play golf in that.
"i think we're doing a bit of a blue theme tomorrow baby" he states, your head turning back to face him immediately at his words, a slight narrow to your doe-like eyes.
"you don't do themes" you replied, not quite yet figuring out what he was plotting. never in your whole life of knowing rafe cameron have you ever heard him do a theme for the country club.
"well, uh. i just... i can't wear that shirt tomorrow. i will next time, promise" he knows how smart you are, that's a thing he loves about you, but you're not falling for his shit for a second.
"ok rafe" you replied. if your tone wasn't clue enough that you were upset, calling him rafe instead of your usual rafey made it crystal clear.
he watched as you turned back to the dresser, taking the folded pink polo and placing it neatly in his bottom draw, bending down so he could see nearly the whole expanse of your ass.
he knew what you were doing, but that didn't make him fall for it any less.
rafe knew he was done for the second your single soft sniffle ping in his ears, almost rolling his eyes but never giving in.
"babyyy" he drawled, rising from his spot on his bed and placing his hands softly on your hips while you stood stone cold in front of the dresser. "what's got you crying and sniffiling?"
"you don't like my present." you responded, turning around to face his chest as tears welled in your eyes, a pout painting your wobbling lip.
"no! no. baby i do. i love it. it's perfect" he replied, attempting to claw himself out of the hole he's created with his girlfriend.
"no you don't." you replied, placing your hands flat on his broad chest as his grip still remained tight on your hips, trying to softly push him away but making no effort to even get close to doing so.
"yes i do. because you picked it out for me." rafe responded, your head lifting at his words as you looked up at him through your tear soaked eyelashes.
"so why don't you want to wear it?"
"i do, i really do. just not to the country club" he stated, nearly punching himself for the words that came out of his mouth.
"oh, ok. it's fine. i understand" you replied. he and you both know you were lying straight through your teeth.
"i'll wear it next time, i swear" trying to prove to himself that he won't drop to his knees the second a tear trails down your cheeks.
you nodded softly, trailing into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.
he sighed to himself, finally winning something between you two that proved he doesn't do everything you say.
rafe smirked to himself in the mirror hung on his wall, looking down at the polo resting in the open draw of his dresser and kicking it shut. emerging victorious.
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your white pumps clacked softly against the floorboard of the hallways of the country club. your soft pink skirt reaching barely over your thighs and your white jumper falling perfectly off your shoulder.
rafe's arm was slung lazily around your waist, resting heavily on your body as you both approached topper and kelce.
topper scanned you and rafe, smirking as he spoke.
"aw, wait thats actually adorable. y'all are matching"
Asking him to pass you a teabag and instead of taking those few extra steps he just throws it in your mug for you.
Forgetting to turn off the lights before going to bed and instead of letting you get up he just balls up a sock and throws it at the light switch. The clothes hamper now sits nicely under the light so heās not overwhelmed by clothes on the ground when it inevitably happens again.
He never misses your mouth when he kisses you. Always right on the money!
Youāre having a bad day, walking down the street. Maybe something happened at work. The pocket of your jacket suddenly feels heavier than just a few seconds prior. You put your hand in your pocket only to pull out your favourite candy. You look around, even up at fire escapes and windows. You donāt know where he is but heās definitely around!
In summer, you make it your mission to get him to toss your sunglasses onto your face. Tipping your chin up as you dig into your beach bag for sunscreen, asking so sweetly if he could put your sunglasses on.
He does it, of course, and gets all that more smitten as you beam towards him. The frames sitting proudly on the end of your nose.
you and jack are hosting a memorial day barbecue at your house, jack by the grill all day making sure thereās no shortage of hot dogs and burgers for everyone. youāre walking around in a cute little bathing suit, drink in hand as you talk to your guests, stealing looks at jack as he talks with his friends. <333
white t-shirt, camo shorts showcasing his prostheticāheās so fucking sexy like this, silver hair glinting in the sun.
whenever you walk past, heās tugging you by the waist for a kiss, tucking you into his side as he holds his beer, murmuring in your ear, āwanna bite, baby?ā while he flips a burger. feels so safe, so easy to be with him like thisāso domestic.
fresh showers and the sun setting, he fucks you in the living room when everybody leaves, has you sat on his cock murmuring while he smacks your ass, spurring you on, āmy pretty little house wife did so well.ā ābeen waiting to fuck you all day, baby.ā
this is nothing but all i can think about today ą«®ź°ā Ė ā ą¾ą½²ź±į
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