summary: you're seated next to gob at the bluth company's fundraiser. after a long night of gob being hit on by women at the party, you get a little jealous. you get back at him through his brother michael.
cw: slightly nsfw, teasing under the table, jealousy, fwb dynamic
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you’re about to see him again. this time, at his family's company’s fundraiser. you go to work everyday with his brother, but your boss is unaware of the unspoken relationship you have with his hot older brother.
your hair stands up noticing the few heads that turned the moment you step foot into the party. there was one particular face that quickened the pace of your heart beat.
your eyes lock with gob's. the first to look away would be considered the loser between the two of you, but you’d be lying if you said gob isn’t the first person you go to when you're on your break. you’re the loser, but you have never met a man as sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, and arrogant as gob bluth. still, you can't deny he's good in bed... and in the bathroom, and in the car, and in the yacht.
he gives you a quick nod to say 'what's up?' and you return a smile like you don’t know this man. you both stand near the catering service. gob’s face is expressing… hesitance?
“something wrong?” you tilt your head slightly as you inquire.
“no… it’s just… you’re… you look… good. you look really good. god.”
he’s totally not used to giving compliments. he’d tell women they look good to get a quick fuck but your backless black dress that hugs your body looks like it had an impact on him.
“let's keep it professional tonight, gob. i don’t wanna lose my job.” you smile, ignoring his reaction to your dress. it feels as if you’re above him now.
“yeah. well— you know what, i think i left something in the car. wanna help me go get it? it’s in the backseat, specifically.”
you’re not so sure now. but he would never hesitate to compliment for a quickie.
“no, we’re not doing that right now."
“it'll only take five minutes." he begs, on the brink of saying 'please' three times.
you sneer. “three?” he squeaks.
"y/n, welcome to the party. how are you finding it so far?"
michael approaches you with two glasses of champagne in his hands.
"beautiful party, really. i'm glad to be a part of tonight. i think tonight might be the first time i meet all of your siblings as well."
"happy to hear that. i mean, not about the last thing you said. i will have to wish you good luck for that.”
he offers you a glass and you take it almost immediately, even though champagne won't be strong enough to get you through the night you're about to have. michael is too nice, and you and gob both know what you're doing together is wrong. what makes it even worse is that michael has no idea. he takes a quick glance at gob, assuming he's hitting on you, which he is. you know michael feels sorry for you.
"especially for this one. y/n, let me know if you need anything. okay? seriously. we're on the same table anyway."
"of course. thank you for the drink, michael."
before michael completely leaves the conversation, he shortens the distance between you and him to leave a message.
"is he making you uncomfortable?"
you giggle. he wasn't trying to be funny, but if that's how michael saw your interaction with gob, you must not be the only person who thinks gob is that sleazy, horny, self-absorbed, arrogant character from the docks.
"i'm okay, really. i can take care of myself." you reassure michael.
gob scoffs as michael leaves to go out of sight and probably go broaden his network. when was a part of the conversation, you forgot gob had just implied he wanted a quickie in his car. but god, its hard to resist to his offer when he looks so good in that suit with his hair slicked back. you couldn't ever forget about that.
you two have never discussed what you both wanted out of the relationship, if you could even call it a relationship. with that in mind, something deep inside is telling you you don't want other women in this party to know gob exists.
"i’ll see you around, gob. i have an actual job and reputation to maintain. have fun.”
you pat him on the shoulder before turning your back. part of the reason why gob's so infatuated with you is because you treat him like he's just another guy. michael would always tell you about the disaster-relationships gob has had in the past, and the reason for disaster would always be gob himself. him and his fear of commitment and not being in-control.
the least you could do for your boss after secretly having sex multiple times with his older brother is strengthen the bluth company's relationship with its clients. while speaking to clients, you couldn't shake off the feeling of being stared at. it takes a great amount of strength to resist looking around for gob, but it took only a second for you to turn your head to the woman who shouts gob's name as she laughed.
"you're hilarious, gob!"
'come on, he couldn't possibly be that funny for her to have to announce that to the whole party,' you thought.
it looked like she was having the time of her life, clinging onto gob's arm and playfully hitting him like that. that should've been you. your body starts to feel cold, but your face is heating up. a familiar feeling starts to disturb you. you know you'll start making bad choices as soon as you realize the emotion you're currently feeling.
jealousy. you want to get back at him. you'll let any man, even michael, to touch you for a quick second just for gob to realize what he's missing. you just have to time it right, then he'll see.
it's wrong. you know it's wrong, but it'll just take a second. michael's finally alone, and you know exactly where gob is. your feet starts to numb from all the standing and walking on your high heels, but it'll only take a second. you finally approach michael.
"hey you. look who's been working so hard." a smile grows on michael's face. he lifts his hand up, waiting for your high five. of course, you rush to high five him.
"thank you, thank you. i see you too, michael. you just don't stop working, do you?"
he chuckles and looks down. it's his way of agreeing with what you say.
"i get that a lot."
there it is again, that feeling. it's telling you someone's staring at you. your 'plan' is working.
"we don't talk a lot about our personal lives."
"except when you talk to me about your… interesting siblings."
"that, i'm still sorry about." michael assures.
"no, don't be. they’re not your fault. i'd go crazy too."
if only michael knew you have already gone crazy because of his sibling. after all the feeling of guilt and jealousy from your first glass of champagne to the fifth, a conversation with michael served as the actual refresher— to the point where you don't realize 15 minutes has already passed.
"right, the program's about to start. we should take our seats. you coming with me or do you still want to break off your legs standing on those heels all night?" michael reaches a hand out to you, waiting for your response. he knows you've been working hard all night and you needed support, both physically and mentally.
"definitely coming with you," you gently place your hand on his and gently pull up your long dress by your hip with the other hand. you couldn't take your eyes off the floor knowing you might trip on your own dress. maybe also the fact that you might lock eyes with gob again.
but you're already way over that. your eyes widen seeing gob's already sat at the table you were assigned to. he won't even look at you, he was too busy playing with the corner of his table napkin... even when you made sure to spray 2 more times than your usual amount of perfume so you could make a lasting impression. michael squeezes your hand as he helps you take the vacant seat next to gob, signaling he'll have to leave for a while to host. you nod and smile at him, mouthing 'good luck.'
"i know what you're doing." gob mutters.
if he's not turning to look at you, you wouldn't dare move a single inch for him.
"what are you talking about?"
"michael? really?"
"what about the guy i go to work with everyday?"
he sighs and crosses his arms in return like he's throwing tantrums because his crush won't give attention to him and only him. it's unfair. you don't even know where gob goes when you're not with him, and it's not like you're in a relationship with him. it's just casual, that's what you both non-verbally agreed on ever since you started working with michael.
the lights dim and the sounds of jazz weakens. it's dark and everyone's looking at the stage, you wouldn't want to miss the opportunity; you gently place a hand on gob's thigh while expecting for him to remove your hand and doing the same to you instead.
all he did was slightly change the way he sat instead, manspreading even more, 'submitting' his thigh to you. as the hosts on stage were introducing themselves, your hand slowly caresses his thigh, slowly traveling up to his inner thigh. you graze his clothed crotch for a second, making him take a sharp breath. if it weren't for the tablecloth you'd have been caught by now.
"you okay, gob?" you tease, moving your face closer to his to inquire.
"i’m okay.” he purses his lips and hums in response, facing your way a little until his lips are only a few inches away from a kiss with you that you’ve both been craving ever since the two of you got here.
⤿ REQUESTED! “… could you write something about michael bluth calling the reader a good girl? in like a completely innocent context but then he sees that she gets a rise out of it and starts calling her that more often? :)”
extras: established relationship; use of ‘good girl’ and ‘atta girl’ (though if preferred, can be swapped out for whatever term); no use of y/n or she/her pronouns; sorry for the wait!
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michael bluth, you learn, likes catching you off guard.
a recitation of your day (after having been asked by a voice clearly spoken through a sly smile that meant he was waiting for your mentioning of it) is what brought up the situation at work: deadlines and impatient coworkers and clients with a night of sleep that was anything but. you droned on with a twirl of the phone cord to your pointer finger, punctuating your relief with a sigh that it was all over and done with after a stressful, albeit necessary, talk with your boss.
he didn’t cut off your sequence. it was quiet for a beat once the line was just your patient breathing before he hummed. “good girl, i knew you could do it.”
your eyes widened as the words met your ears, the coil around your finger suddenly a little too tight, not that he could take notice. you answered a little too quickly before you could seal your lips and cut the response short. “oh, it was nothing. what about you—how was your morning?”
much to his amusement and your hopeful disregard of the fact, he did notice the delivery that met his ears much faster than he’d anticipated, just didn’t know how he’d go through with it.
the next week, you were looking over paperwork your boss had given you last minute that needed to be done the next afternoon. something tedious, fine print resembling parallel lines with how much was lined on the page. michael stepped with wide strides around your dining room table, briefcase clutched in one hand. he had forgotten his brush at the model home; it might as well have been no accident, as you had mentioned to him when you first started seeing each other that his unkept hair was quite cute. he had groaned and rolled his eyes but kissed your cheek nonetheless, mumbling something incoherent against the skin—clearly it wasn’t a reluctance.
he stopped for a brief moment to put a palm against the wood, leaning over to check how much you had left. a few seconds and you tapped the pen on his knuckles as a means to say you were fine, that he should get going. he pressed a kiss to your head as he obliged, sliding an arm through the sleeve of his suit jacket. “atta girl, you know what you’re doing. i’ll see you later, alright?” it flew from between his lips, carried away with his rush to the hall and the soft shut of the front door.
soon it’s over the phone, at times over dinner, the dim of your bedroom. never in every line to a brash degree, only said here and there to mirror the smile he croons that he loves to see.
❀ thinking about how jack abbot would talk to you while helping you be more vocal in the bedroom... ❀
! mdni !
ughhh he’d be teasing you. rubbing his fat fingers through your wetness, gliding across nothing in particular that would give you any relief. he'd be all gruff, not taunting but teaching, “cmon honey, use your words. gotta tell me what you want, yeah? know you can do it."
you're squirming beneath him, legs spread wider then you're comfortable with due to being pinned beneath his heavy thighs. but you'd need him sooo badly that you'd forgo the insecurity and whine, “please jack! touch me- please!”
he'd hum, circling two fingers on the sensitive spot that had you gasping and clawing at his shoulders. and you thought that was it, that your older boyfriend was done instructing. but then you needed more. needed to be filled. when you tried to push his fingers inside you wordlessly with a grip on his muscular forearm, jack would chide, "want em inside you sweetheart? yeah? i know you do. tell me how many."
you'd whimper at his ridiculous yet dirty command. but cowering under his intense stare only had him pausing his movements. you'd panic at the loss, mustering enough courage to raise your voice barely above a whisper, "need- need two please…"
much too satisfied with himself, jack would slide his thick fingers into you easily due to how worked up he got you, “gooood job. such a good girl. that wasn't so hard, was it munchkin?” you'd shake your head as you grow warm with pleasure. all the embarrassment washing away as jack works his fingers how he knows you like before making you beg him to let you come <3
synopsis: robby suggests that you come with him to a fourth of july barbecue hosted by one of his work friends. fresh out of college and recently single, you really don't have any other choice but to comply. it's there that you meet jack abbot, a man who seems to be as smitten with you as you are with him. weeks later, the two of you end up sharing a night full of passion. and neither of you are seemingly ready to let the other go 8.4 wc
warnings: dad's bsf so obvi age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is mid 20s), reader is mentioned to be robby's goddaughter but she calls him dad, robby calls reader bug, a couple uses of y/n sorry :/, cursing, smoking/vaping, jack is flirty asf and whipped, but it's ok bc reader wants that old man dih BAD, mention of mother and wife passing away from cancer, shotgunning smoke into each others mouths, smut (mdni), oral (f receiving), jack is a dirty talker but also a soft dom, unprotected piv but reader is on the pill
a/n: my smut is mediocre at best, so if it sucks pls don't tell me bc i'll cry
a month has gone by since you've moved to pittsburgh. it's nothing like the small town in oregon you grew up in, but you're grateful that robby was kind enough to offer you a room free of charge. he took a whole week off during your first week back so that he could show you around town. even taking you to his place of work so he could introduce you to everyone on his crew.
most of them were shocked to discover that robby had a daughter, all except dana, who already knew of you and your existence. and you had to explain that long story about robby technically being your godfather, but it's easier to just say he's your dad. besides, it wasn't like your actual dad was always the most stable figure in your life.
speaking of him, he calls you one night as you begin plating the table for you and robby. he starts spouting the same bullshit about you being such a terrible daughter for leaving him and oregon behind to pursue a career that'll never take off. you just let him talk, not really caring anymore to defend yourself. already knowing that it'll go nowhere and only escalate the argument. just as you finish setting up is when robby comes home, discarding his shoes and jacket, dropping his backpack beside the front door.
the volume of your dad's voice is so loud over the phone that you have to hold it away from your ear, making robby tilt a brow in confusion. 'your dad?' he mouths, which you nod. "listen, i gotta go and make dinner. goodnight," you say, ignoring the flew of curse words he spills as you hang up.
"what lovely things did he have to say to you tonight?" robby questions, wasting no time to dig into the spaghetti you made. "oh, you know, how much he hates me for leaving. how he thinks my acting career will go nowhere. and how disappointed mom would be in me if she was still here. so the usual," you reply, harshly stabbing at the salad you made as a side. he lets out a soft huff, shaking his head. "that's not true, you know. your mother would be very proud to see the woman you've become," he assures softly. "yeah, i know that. you would think he'd know that."
"how's the job hunting going?" robby questions, changing the topic. "there were a few listings for some roles that seem interesting. but in the meantime i got an interview tomorrow for a local record store down the street."
"that's good, bug. you've been so stuck in the house this past month. i'm glad you're getting out. speaking of getting out, though, one of my friends from work is throwing a fourth of july barbecue this weekend with some of his old army buddies."
"and you're thinking of going?" you ask with a chuckle. "wow, i never thought i'd see the day when michael robinavitch would willingly take a day off."
"haha, very funny," robby replies sarcastically. "with al-hashimi around, i don't feel as conflicted taking days off. but just for that, you're coming along with me."
"are you serious? what am i supposed to do around a bunch of old guys drinking and sharing their war stories?"
robby shrugs. "gets you out of the house. besides, one of them is bound to have a son around your age. maybe you can get yourself a boyfriend."
"i think i'm okay with no boyfriend for a while." he stares at you with a look combined of pity and understanding. he knows why you've come to the decision of steering clear of men. mainly due to the fact that your now ex-boyfriend had been cheating on you with your now ex-best friend for more than half the time you two had been together. so, you know, not the best relationship ever.
"alright, well, just think about coming with me, okay? jack is a good friend of mine. nice, too. i think the two of you would get along."
"i'll think about it," you promise. "that's all i ask, bug. now you go ahead and get ready for bed. i'll clean up." you nod, handing over your empty plate to him. "night, dad."
"night, bug. love you," he says, pulling you into a side hug and kissing the crown of your head. "love you too."
saturday comes by a lot sooner than expected. robby parks the car on the edge of the curb, just near the driveway. he looks over at you before exiting the car. "just try and have a good time, yeah? if it gets too boring, there's a balcony on the second floor that you can hang out on. i'm sure jack won't mind." you give him a small smile. "don't worry me about me, dad. just focus on enjoying your night off. he mirrors your smile, rubbing his palm over the top of your head. you groan, trying to slap his hand away, making him laugh. "c'mon, bug, let's head inside."
jack's house is huge compared to the apartment that robby lives in. it's two floors with a spacious kitchen and dining room. hell, there's even a living room and a tv room. no way he was able to afford all this while having the same pay as robby. "they must be outside," robby infers, guiding you towards the large french doors that lead to the backyard. you didn't expect the outside to be just as huge as the interior, but you were quickly proven wrong.
just like he told you, there's nothing but guys at this party. most are just sitting around and drinking. and a few of them are hanging in the pool. a couple of them greet robby, eyeing you as you walk past them and to the long table near the grill that holds all the food. he drops a couple beers in the cooler while you set down the brownies he requested you to make. one guy comes up to robby, grabbing a beer from him and making friendly conversation.
"hey, man. it's good to see you. we weren't sure if you'd take the day off to come see us," the man says, slapping robby on the back. "yeah, i'm just as surprised as you. but i decided that a day off could be good for me," robby replies.
"tell me about it. work has been kicking my ass recently. obviously nothing compared to yours and jack's, of course." the man's barely glances at you before doing a double take. "who's this?" he asks, a smirk making its way on his face. "don't even try it, adam," robby warns. "this is my daughter, y/n."
"it's nice to meet you," you greet with a tight lipped smile. the man, adam apparently, puts out his hand for you to shake. you don't. not because you're trying to be rude. you just don't do well with physical touch. especially from strangers. "don't sweat it, sweetheart. it's a pleasure to see a pretty face at one of these things instead of a bunch of old guys." his words make you grimace. they also have an affect on robby, who stands a bit taller and shifts his body in front of yours. but before he can say anything, an unknown voice cuts in.
"adam, back off it. don't harass the girl." even though it's masked as a joke, you can hear the underlying warning. it's enough that adam backs off with his hands held in surrender, before walking away to another part of the backyard. robby turns around to the new man. "thanks, brother," robby says, dabbing him up before pulling him into a quick hug. "don't worry about it. adam can be a piece of work at times." you turn around as well, coming face to face with probably the hottest guy you've ever seen.
he stands a couple inches shorter than robby, but he's larger in size. his biceps strain against the black tee that he wears. and the slightly baggy jeans he has on does nothing to hide that his thighs are fucking huge. his hair is gorgeous, the salt and pepper curls sitting perfectly atop his head.
okay. you need to stop staring before you start drooling. get a grip. like seriously.
thankfully, mystery man doesn't notice you ogling him. if he does, he's kind enough not to mention it. "you must be y/n, i'm jack. robby talks highly of you." he doesn't put his hand out for you to shake. he must've noticed that you didn't shake adam's. "uh, you have like, a crazy nice house," you say awkwardly. but it makes him laugh. "i appreciate that. you let me know if there's anything you need, okay?" he's just being a good host, you tell yourself. "yeah, thanks." he nods once at you, a gentle smile on his face, before slapping robby on the back and heading towards the grill. "told you he'd be nice," robby mutters, bumping your shoulder once with his.
the barbecue ends up not being bad as you thought it would be. most of your time is spent sitting beside robby and eating. some of the guys ask you questions, but other than that, you're mainly silent. not like you mind it, though. you hate pointless small talk with others. by now, the sun has set, and people are starting to shoot off some fireworks. the guys have also gotten a little more drunk as the night goes on, making the environment louder than before. so it's no surprise to robby when you politely excuse yourself to a quieter area.
when entering back into the house, you remember what robby had told you earlier about there being a balcony you could escape to. you walk up the stairs and down the hallway. you're cautious when looking for said balcony. the last thing you want is for jack to assume you're some weirdo trying to snoop in his house. as if fate is on your side, there's a bedroom door cracked open at the end of the hall. and when you peek inside, you can see the balcony door open across the room.
there's two chairs placed on the small surface, both of which are facing towards the skyline. minutes go by of silence and the occasional firework. jack's neighborhood is relatively quiet. you take a hit of your vape when you hear a familiar voice. "those things aren't good for you, you know," jack scolds playfully, leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed. you can't help it when your eyes drop down to forearms. "even on your day off, you're still giving doctor's advice?" you tease. he shrugs, moving to the chair beside you. a soft groan escapes him as he sits down. "what can i say, i'm just a caring individual."
you chuckle softly. "it's just a bad habit i picked up in college. i hope you don't mind me being up here. dad said that it was a good place for me if it got too loud."
"don't worry about it. robby had mentioned that loud and crowded spaces get you nervous at times, so i set up the chairs out here just in case you needed to get away."
jack's words take you by surprise. he did that for you? before tonight, he'd just heard stories about you from robby. yet he's singlehandedly done the most thoughtful act anyone has ever done for you. "that's really nice of you. thank you." you start to feel how warm your cheeks are, so you look away before he notices the soft blush on them. "it's beautiful tonight," you murmur, admiring the night sky. "yeah, it is," he agrees. but you're too focused on the fireworks to notice he's looking at you. "how are you liking pittsburgh so far?"
"slowly but surely i'm getting used to it. it's definitely different than roseburg, but overall, i like it here. it's more lively and has more opportunities."
"robby told me you were a drama major, is that right?"
"i am, yeah. i know it's not the most useful degree, but..." you just shrug, unsure of what to say. "hey, a degree is a degree. from what i've heard, you're pretty talented. you been in anything?"
"nothing major, no. a few local commercials and i was a background character in a horror movie a couple years ago."
"well, i'm sure any agency would be glad to have you." god, could jack be anymore perfect? you've only known him for what, a couple hours? and somehow he's raised the bar for you by miles.
a gust of wind blows by, making you shiver. maybe wearing shorts and a tank top with no jacket wasn't the best idea. "you cold?" jack asks. "a little, but i'm okay. you don't have to-" halfway through your sentence he stands up and goes into the room connected to the balcony. now that you're looking at it, you realize that it's his bedroom. oh my god. he comes back out with a navy blue blanket in hand, draping it over your legs that you pulled up to your chets. "there you go." the blanket itself is soft and warm, like it recently came out of the dryer.
"you know, you don't have to feel inclined to stay. i'm sure being down there is a lot more fun than up here with me," you suggest. "nah, i like it up here. besides, you are a lot more fun than those guys, believe me, sweetheart. a lot less drunk too." you like the way he calls you sweetheart. it feels less icky than when adam called you it. you barely notice how much times passes by.
unlike most people, jack doesn't attempt to fill the silence with forced conversation. the questions he asks are sincere, like he actually wants to know about you. and your responses come out so naturally that it doesn't feel like jack was a complete stranger until tonight. you only know that it's gotten late when robby comes searching for you. "bug? there you are," he says, walking out on the balcony. "hey, brother, what are you doing up here?"
"just getting to know the little movie star. you planning on heading out?" jack asks. "yeah, it's getting late and i promised dana that i would come in tomorrow to make up for missing today. you ready to head out, bug?" you nod, stretching as you stand up. "thanks for the blanket, jack," you say, folding it and setting it down on the chair. "you're welcome. c'mon, let me walk the two you of out."
robby leaves the balcony first, then you, and then jack. as you walk downstairs, you nearly miss the last step. but just before you take a tumble, jack catches you with a hand on the small of your back. "careful there. that step is rickety," he mutters. you can feel how warm his breath is on the back of your neck, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
once outside, jack pulls robby into a quick hug. "thanks for coming tonight, it was good seeing you outside of work."
"i appreciated the invite. you coming in tomorrow?"
jack shrugs. "we'll see how my leg is feeling. it's been killing me all day." robby claps him on the shoulder, the closest thing to comfort that he'll give. "well, just let me know. i'll see you around, brother."
"see ya, brother." robby waves, before hopping inside the car. "and you," jack points at you, "don't be a stranger, yeah? it's nice having a new and pretty face around."
"you got it..." you're unsure of what to call him. you know that his last name is abbot from the small background robby gave you on the drive here. calling him dr. abbot would be too formal. but would jack be too casual? you just met him, so you don't know. "jack. you can call me jack, sweetheart," he assures.
there it is again. sweetheart. and that smile... god, you're gonna need a cold shower when you get home. "alright, you got it, jack. might have to take you up on the offer and try out that pool of yours," you say jokingly. "it's open to you anytime you want it," he retorts. but he means it. "have a good night."
"you too," you reply, waving goodbye. now in the car, robby looks over at you. "you feeling okay? you're looking a little warm."
"huh? oh, yeah, i'm fine. i must've got heat exhaustion or something." sure, heat exhaustion. it looks like he almost doesn't believe you, but chooses not to argue. "alright, well, drink some water and electrolytes when we get home. and put a cold towel around your neck."
"you got it, dad." robby then pulls off of the curb, making a u-turn and driving away. the whole drive home, your thoughts are stuck on jack. you're not sure what will cure whatever it is that jack is making you feel.
you end up not seeing jack for almost two weeks since that night. in those two weeks, you've done everything in your power to get him off your mind. you ended up getting the job at the record store, taking shifts pretty much whenever possible so you could rake in money for yourself. you did a few auditions here and there, but had no luck in getting callbacks. hell, you've even rearranged your room more times than you could count whenever thoughts of him flooded your mind at night.
by this point, you believed that luck was not on your side. until robby called you on your way home from work. "hey, bug, i hope i'm not bothering you while you're at work, but i'm gonna have to pull a double tonight."
"everything okay?"
"as okay as it can be, i guess. there was a pretty big pileup and the closest hospital is ours so we're gonna need all hands on deck basically," robby explains.
"okay, well, i can bring you dinner if you want."
"you don't have to if you can't, bug."
"dad, really it's fine. besides, i just left work so i don't mind it," you insist.
robby sighs over the phone, knowing how stubborn you are. "alright. you can come in through the ambulance bay, it'll be faster. i'll let ahmad know you're stopping by."
"sounds good. love you."
"love you too, stay safe."
due to the aftermath of the pileup, it takes you longer than expected to pickup the food and get to the hospital. thankfully, though you don't run into any complications when arriving through the ambulance bay. a man in a security uniform waves you in and politely nods. that must be ahmad. you head towards the nurses station, looking for dana. but you instead find an unfamiliar, older woman.
"hello," you greet with a soft smile. "can you please tell me where dr. robby is?" she's not nearly as friendly with you as you were with her. "are you a patient?"
"no, ma'am, i'm not."
"are you the family member of a patient?"
"no-"
"then why are you here? matter of fact, how did you get in here? so leave, before i call security on you."
you're grateful for the familar voice that cuts in. "monica! this is robby's daughter, y/n, that's why she's here. how about you go take a smoke break, huh?" dana suggets. monica eyes you up and down with clear disdain, especially at your outfit. she mumbles something about 'this generation nowadays' before walking outside to the ambulance bay. "sorry about her, honey, monica can be a real piece of work sometimes," dana apologizes once she's gone.
"it's alright, i'm fine," you reply. "can you tell me where dad is?"
"he's in trauma room one right now. why? something wrong?" dana puts on her glasses, ready to examine whatever injury you might have. "no, nothing's wrong. i just brought him some dinner since he's pulling a double. do you think he'll be out anytime soon?"
"i don't think so, hun. the patient he got was in a pretty rough state when they came in." you nod, understanding. "okay, well, can you give it to him when he's done? i know that if anyone else does it he won't listen and actually eat the food." she laughs, tapping you on the arm. "you got it. come back and visit more often, yeah?"
"yes, ma'am, see ya!" she waves goodbye, you do the same. as you walk out, you glance down at your phone for maybe a second, before running into a brick wall. no, it's definitely not a brick wall. because a brick wall doean't smell like sandalwood. also because two large hands grab you by your biceps to steady you. "jack," you breathe out.
"gotta be more careful, sweetheart. i can't always stop you from falling," he teases. "what brings you around here?"
"i brought dad some dinner for tonight."
he hums softly. "it's good to see you again. you doing alright?"
"i am, yeah. how about you?"
"better now that you're here." jesus christ, if you weren't surrounded by ambulances and complete strangers, you probably would've jumped his bones right here and now. "hey, are you free this weekend?" he suddenly asks.
"uh, i should be. why?" please be a date, you think over and over. "i was thinking about inviting you and robby over for dinner. it would be nice to get to know you more," he instead says. hopefully, you mask your disappointment well. "that would be great, yeah. i'll let him know."
"alright, well, i need to give you my number so we can smooth out the details." you put your phone in his outstretched hand, watching as he punches in his number. "well, i should probably head in there soon. but hopefully i'll see you this weekend?"
"yeah, this weekend," you echo.
"cute shirt, by the way," jack says, fingers lightly brushing the thin strap of your flowery top as he passes. it doesn't occur to you until you get home that robby already has jack's number.
jack never needed to give you his.
friday night, you receive a text from jack's contact who saved himself in your phone as 'jack 😎'. the single emoji makes you laugh softly.
the next day, you spend all morning trying to figure out what to wear. you know that it technically isn't a date, but you still want to look nice. but nothing too forward. god, this is hard. you land on something basic, but reason that it'll be good enough. jack offers to pick you up, but you insist that you can drive yourself. so he texts you his address.
jack greets you at the door with a gentle smile. "i'm glad you could make it, sweetheart. dinner's already made. i set it out on the patio if that's okay."
"that's perfect," you assure.
"alright, follow me then."
you're surprised by how all out jack has gone for this dinner. a fresh bouquet of flowers sit in a glass vase right in the middle of the table, with small candles lit around it. "you did all of this?"
"yeah, i did," he responds. like it's no big deal. "why? you don't like it?"
"huh? no, i do. it looks amazing. i just wish i would've known you were going all out. i would've worn something a little more nicer than this," you say, gesturing towards your outfit. he looks at it up and down. "i think you look beautiful the way you're dressed now," he replies without a second thought. "now let's eat before it gets cold." he moves over to the atble, pulling out your chair for you. even pushing you in once you're sitting down.
jack takes his place across from you, plating your food first before his. "i wasn't sure what you liked to eat, but i figured that you can't really go wrong with pasta. and i also assumed that you don't drink alcohol because i didn't see you drink during the party. but i noticed you drinking diet coke. is that fine?" it makes you smile to see how attentive he is. he cares so much to impress you at the moment that you're almost taken aback. "everything is perfect. like, seriously. the food is amazing too," you praise.
jack's shoulders drop just a bit, like the praise you've just given him was exactly what he needed to hear. he hasn't done something like this in years. not since the passing of his wife. so it feels good to hear that he's doing this right. "robby told me you got a new job?"
"yeah, i did. i work at the record store down 5th."
"how are you liking it?"
"it's good so far. it's close to the house, and the owner and all the staff is really nice. but i don't see it as like, a forever career, obviously. i'm mainly just working there so i can save away money to move out of dad's place. i just feel bad for free loading or whatever," you ramble, a little embarrassed when you realize that you added on a lot more details than needed. but jack doesn't seem to care. he doesn't even seem to notice. he's just sitting there and listening. "you know, your dad doesn't see it that way. he loves you a lot," he reassures.
"yeah, i know. but dad has already done so much for me, you know? he's always been there for me since i can remember."
"was he friends with your birth dad?"
you shake your head. "no, he was friends with my mom. they grew up together, actually. same neighborhood, same school. they were really close. apparently, everyone used to say that they wouldn't be surprised if the two of them ended up marrying each other. it obviously never happened because he went away to new orleans to do his residency. when he came back, my mom was already married with a little girl. i remember being so young and telling people i couldn't wait to become a doctor like my uncle robby." you recall the memory with a small laugh. for your seventh birthday, he even bought you one of those play doctor kits.
"why didn't you?" jack asks softly.
"my mom got diagnosed with stage four breast cancer when i was sixteen. it was just really hard, you know? to see her so weak and sick when i so used to seeing her lively. she passed a few months after the diagnosis. after that, i just couldn't see myself being surrounded by sickness and death."
you had never told anyone that before. besides robby, no one knew about your old dreams of being a doctor. you're not sure why you tell jack all of that. but there's just something about him that seems so trustworthy. but you appreciate that he doesn't look at you with pity like everyone else does. instead he almost looks... understanding of you and your pain.
"i, uh, i lost my wife to breast cancer. about ten years ago now," he admits quietly. "it's good to talk about them, the people you've lost. just because they're gone doesn't mean the relationship is done."
"amen to that," you say, tipping your soda towards him. the small gesture makes him laugh. and the previously solemn air feels lighter. like maybe two people have just felt a little less lonely than before.
dinner unsurprisingly continues to go well after that. jack asks you all kinds of questions, and you answer them all with enthusiasm. you notice that he doesn't really talk much himself. not for a lack of trying, though. whenever you would attempt to let him chime in or change the conversation topic, he would turn it back around on you. "i feel bad. i'm doing all the talking," you say. "good thing for you, sweetheart, i like listening," he retorts.
once dinner is over, you try to help him out by washing the dishes. but he comes up from behind, grabbing your hips as he moves to the side. "jack, c'mon, i'm trying to help out," you argue, but he clicks his tongue, shaking his head while rinsing the utensils. "you're my guest, meaning you don't do the cleaning up."
"are you sure? i don't mind helping."
"positive. go ahead and hop in the pool if you want. there's a bathroom down the hall for you to change in."
you nod, knowing that no amount of convincing will change his mind. grabbing your purse off of one of the chairs in the dining room, you head down the hall and towards one of the doors. "uh uh, to your left, sweetheart. there you go," he says, leading you to the correct door. thank god your back is turned so he can't see how warm your face gets. you shouldn't feel so aroused at what he said. they're normal, everyday words! but it's just how he said it... you throw some cold water on your face to snap out of it.
jack is robby's best friend. and whether blood related or not, you still see robby as your dad. it would probably give him a heart attack to see his surrogate daughter all over his best friend. besides, jack doesn't see you that way. he's just being nice. he had mentioned he was born in south carolina. it's just that southern hospitality or whatever. he definitely has southern charm, that's for sure.
quickly, you realize that the bikini you packed is probably not the most appropriate. it's not scandalous, and even if it was who gives a fuck, but it's also not the best to wear around a man that you barely know. not that jack would do anything, at least you hope not. but it was the only one you had unpacked. you peek your head out of the bathroom to look towards the kitchen and see if jack is still there. oddly, he's not. fully stepping out, you realize that he's nowhere to be seen. he's probably outside. but when you go out there, his presence can't be found. must be upstairs, then.
slowly, you sink into the shallow end of the pool. inch by inch since it's so cold, causing goosebumps to rise in your skin. to be honest, pools were never really your thing. being an only child and only having older cousins meant never getting to experience playing mermaids with someone your age. but you enjoy the calming effect that water has on you. so most of the time, you just end up awkwardly floating around until your fingers prune.
the sound of a chair being scraped across the concrete breaks you out of your thoughts.
looking behind you, you see jack sitting down, rubbing at his right knee. "you're not coming in?" you ask and he shakes his head. "can't," he replies. just as you're about to question why, he tugs up his right pant leg, displaying the metal prosethtic. "sometimes the chlorine really messes with it."
"oh, i'm sorry," you apologize, a bit sheepish now after not knowing about his disability. "no need to say sorry, sweetheart. you didn't know," he says, shrugging it off. "people have said and reacted a lot worse when seeing it."
you let a few seconds pass before asking, "does it hurt?"
"sometimes it can, yeah. if i keep the prosthetic on for long periods of time, it'll put pressure and dig into my skin. and once in a while, i'll get phantom pain where my leg once was," he explains. he doesn't allow himself to dwell on it too long before changing the topic. "you liking the pool?"
"it's really nice. wish i had my own on days when it gets unbearably hot."
"then come over whenever you want. not like anyone else is using it," he simply says, pulling out a cigarette and lighter. you smirk softly. "those things aren't good for you, you know," you say, mocking his words from the other night. he mirrors your smirk. "you gonna stop me from smoking it, sweetheart?" jack asks, smoke spilling out the side of his mouth as he talks.
you hold up your hands in fake surrender. "let me have a hit?" and he nods, holding it out to you. "i don't wanna accidentally drop it or something." playfully he rolls his eyes. "forgot how clumsy you are," he teases. "c'mere then." you push yourself up, forearms resting on the edge of the pool. it takes all the restraint in him to not look down at the way your cleavage is pushed up in this position.
jack takes one long drag of the cigarette, holding the smoke in his mouth. he beckons with his pointer and middle finger to come closer, which you do. his nose brushes yours as he leans in to let the smoke travel from his mouth to yours. your lips touch, just barely, but it's enough for him to groan at the feeling. once the smoke is gone, you move away. but only slightly.
jack glances down at your bikini. just this once, he reasons. red, white, and blue. cute. "did you buy it for the fourth?" you shake your head. "not for this one. i bought it a couple years ago for a pool party with my boyfriend."
"you still got one?"
"got what? a boyfriend?"
"yeah, a boyfriend," he confirms. "a pretty girl like you must have one."
"no, i don't. not since i found out that he was cheating on me for three out of the five years we were dating."
jack tsks, flicking some of the ash off the cigarette. "it's his loss then. should've known that he had the best he's ever gonna get." you snort softly. "you're just saying that," you say, but he shakes his head. "no, i mean it. he wouldn't know how to handle you, anyways."
you raise an eyebrow. this is definitely getting interesting now. "oh, really? what, and you do?" you wonder if jack knows what you're doing. which, of course he does. he's not blind. and much to your luck, he taks the bait. "yeah, sweetheart, i do."
seconds, minutes, maybe even hours pass as the two of you just stare. you're not sure who, but someone leans in first, closing the distance between you. the second your lips touch his, jack doesn't hold back. he lets the cigarette fall from between his fingers, stomping it out beneath his shoe. his hands come up to hold the sides of your face, pulling you as close as possible. one of your hands reach out towards the edge of the pool to stabilize yourself.
you tilt your head to the side, deepening the kiss. jack's tongue swipes across your bottom lip, silently requesting access. and you give it to him, obviously. you moan softly, which makes him smirk against your lips. the kiss continues for a few seconds more, with quiet sounds escaping the both of you. he pulls away first. a soft whine slips from your mouth. his thumb bumps your bottom lip, wiping away the single strand of spit connecting your lips to his.
"don't be like that, baby. i'll take care of you. want me to do that?" he asks and you nod, but that's not enough for him. "use your words, c'mon."
"i want you to take care of me, jack. please," you breathe out. ever the gentleman, jack helps you out of the pool, careful not to let you slip. he's now given a better view of you in your bikini. the wet cloth sticks to your skin, water droplets dripping down your smooth thighs. but that's not what intrigues him. well, correction, everything about you intrigues him. but there's a belly button piercing that catches his eye. it has a silver bar and jewel, with the little playboy bunny logo dangling.
"when did you get this?" jack asks, brushing at the piercing. "when i was seventeen. after my mom's passing, i kinda went through this rebellious phase. getting this piercing was one of the first things i did," you explain. "why? you like it?"
he nods. "yeah, i do," he rasps, "let's take this upstairs, okay, baby?" you let out a small 'okay', letting him gently drag you into the house.
you can't believe it. you really can't believe it. no way did you ever think that coming to jack's house tonight was gonna result in you two hooking up. not that you're really complaining, though.
you smile to yourself. he likes my piercing, you think as you walk up the stairs. your ex hated your piercing. always claimed that it was a poor excuse to slut yourself out. yeah, well, he was a fucking dick so who cares now.
once in the room, jack shuts the door behind you two before pulling you into another breath stealing kiss. it's shorter than the first, but not any less passionate. he grabs at your hips, moving you backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bedframe and you fall onto the bed. his body cages yours, forearms resting on either side of your head. pulling away from your lips, he begins to trail kisses down your jaw and neck. he bites you on your pulse point before sticking out his tongue to soothe the aching spot. you moan, bucking up your hips to meet his, feeling his growing bulge.
you hope that he leaves a mark. selfishly, jack does too. one of his hands sneaks into your bikini bottoms, swiping at your entrance. a soft groan escapes him when he feels how wet you are. "fuck, baby. all this f'me?" you nod rapidly. "yes, jack, it's all for you. just, please," you beg, pushing up against his hand for anything. any kind of friction to soothe this aching feeling. "please what, huh? use your big girl words again."
you let out a soft huff. it's almost humiliating to admit how needy you are right now. but you know won't get what you want, what you need, if you don't speak up. "i want you to fuck me, jack. please, jackie, please," you admit, breathing heavily.
jack smiles against your neck. licking a long stripe from the base of your neck to behind your ear. he then presses a small kiss there. "that's it, sweetheart. that's what i wanna hear." he pulls away to look at you. "but not yet, okay? i gotta ease you into it." he slides down to the floor in a prayer position, ignoring the way his leg starts aching. instead, grabbing at your thighs to pull you closer. "hand me that pillow beside you," he softly commands, gesturing to the light gray one to your left. you do as he says, tossing it to him so he can place it beneath his prosthetic.
slowly, jack starts to tug down your bikini bottoms, inch by inch, before your hand reaches out to grab his wrist. "what are you doing?" you ask hesitantly. "i told you. let me ease you into it. but if you don't wanna do this, that's okay too, baby," he replies, already moving to stand up, but you pull him back in. "no, i want this, please. i just didn't expect you to, you know, eat me out," you admit. truth be told, your ex never did that. always said it was gross, despite the multiple times he would make you go down on him. his form of 'foreplay' was roughly fingering you for like five seconds before putting it in.
jack is able to pick up on what you don't say. this is your first time getting this kind of treatment. "i'll go slow with you, okay? if it gets too much for you, tap on my shoulder twice."
"okay, i trust you," you whisper, nodding once as a sign for him to continue. jack finishes tugging your bikini bottoms down, letting them fall onto the ground beneath him. he begins to kiss up the insides of your thighs. the light stubble on his jaw rubs against your skin, making you shiver. he starts with short kitten licks on your cunt. the sensation is nothing like you've ever felt before. he goes slow, but in the best way possible. it keeps you right on the edge.
jack keeps his left hand on your thigh, pinning it down to the bed. but his right ends up between your legs. he starts with his pointer, slowly sliding it in. his fingers are longer, thicker. reaching places that you never could when by yourself. a soft moan slips from your lips. "you like that?" he asks, voice muffled.
"yes! yes, jack. more please." and how can he deny you when you ask so nicely? he pumps his finger in and out faster, simultaneously speeding up his tongue. he slips a second finger in. this one hits you just right. another moan from you. this one louder than before. there it is, he thinks to himself. he starts to lick at your clit. the two sensations combined feel like heaven on earth. he keeps the same pace. only slowing down when he feels you getting close. he hopes that you know he's not trying to be mean. he wants this to last for you.
it all feels so good that your legs start to shake. he forces one of your legs open with his free hand. a coil in your belly starts to tighten when he keeps hitting your g-spot over and over and over. "jack, 'm so close. please, right there. just- ugh, fuck, keep going," you whine, fingers digging into his sheets. you're fisting the sheets so tightly that you might rip them. jack lets go of your thigh to grab that hand. he squeezes it once. a silent 'i got you'. he brushes against your g-spot one last time, sucking on your clit, before you come. it rushes out of you so hard that you almost see stars. without meaning to, your thighs clamp around his head as a multitude of moans escape you. not like he minds it, though. he's happy right where he is.
finally, jack pulls away, moving to hover over you again. "you doing okay, sweet girl?" he notices your eyes are shut. when you don't respond, he lightly slaps your thigh. your eyes open. "i'm sorry. it's just... i haven't come like that in a really long time. kinda took me out for a sec," you reply. "do you think you can keep going?" he questions. he's not gonna push you if you don't want to. you nod. "i can. besides, i can't just leave you hanging." your eyes flick down to the bulge straining against his jeans.
fuck, even in his pants he looks huge.
"c'mere," you mutter, pulling him in by his chin to makeout with him. your sudden burst of dominance makes jack groan into your mouth. your hands tug at the hem of his shirt with a soft whimper. a silent plea that you need this stupid fabric off of him. he obliges. breaking away from the kiss for just a second. the sight of him shirtless distracts you. with the farmers tan on his thick arms, the freckles across the expanse of his chest, and his soft belly. "like what you see, sweetheart?" he asks. "fuck, yeah, i do," you reply, before pulling him back in for a kiss.
his large fingers tangle into the wet strands of your hair. you blindly fumble with his belt, unable to get a firm grasp on it. he reaches down with his right hand, though, undoing the button and zipper easily.
pulling down his boxers and jeans in one go, jack's cock springs free, slapping against the ridge of his soft abs. your ex was average, only around five inches. but jack? he's huge, just like you expected. seven, maybe even pushing seven and a half inches. but not only that, he's girthy as shit. now you understand why he couldn't just fuck you right away. you swallow nervously, eyes darting between his face and cock. "will it even fit?" you ask soflty. he presses a quick kiss on your forehead. "i'll be gentle. i won't rush you, promise."
jack leans over to search through his nightstand for a condom. when he doesn't see the familiar gold foil, he mutters a quiet expletive. "shit, baby, i'm sorry. i don't have any condoms-" he begins to say, but you cut him off, blurting, "that's fine! i mean, i'm on the pill," you correct yourself. "so i'm okay with it if you are." he nods once. "only since you're said it's okay, yeah? but if it gets too much, you let me know," he reminds. he grips the base of his cock, lining it up with your entrance. then, slowly, he begins to push himself in.
the initial push takes your breath away. he then adds another inch, then another. by this point, he's barely halfway in and still has you letting out soft mewls. the burn of his thick cock splitting you open is new, but not unpleasant. inch by inch, he enters in you before he's fully nestled inside of you. both of you let out similar moans of pleasure. he doesn't move for a few seconds, allowing you to get used to his size. you feel so full you almost can't breathe. it's like the tip sits right under your sternum, leaving you to feel nothing but him. gradually, he begins to move back and forth, cock dragging against the walls of your cunt.
it doesn't take long for him to find your g-spot once again. you let out a quiet whimper when he does. but this time, he doesn't move fast, like with his fingers. his movements are slow and calculated. right now isn't about him. it's about you and giving you the pleasure that you deserve. he won't allow himself to come until you do. he hits that gummy spot over and over.
you drag your nails down his back, before digging them into the skin between his shoulder blades. a quiet groan escapes him when you do. he likes it, you realize. as his cock pulses inside you. "you feel that, huh? got me all hard and pent up. that's what you've done to me. haven't been able to get you out of my mind since we first met. you and those little shorts. you're just so gorgeous, baby," he praises, which makes you moan and clench around him.
"fuck, jackie, 'm close. please, let me come, please," you beg.
"yeah? you wanna come, baby?" jack teases and you nod rapidly. "i bet your ex never fucked you like this, huh?" you shake your head. he lightly slaps you on your cheek, just enough to make you look at him. "come on, sweetheart, words. i bet your ex never fucked you like this," he repeats.
"no! no, he never did. not like you, jackie. mhm, shit, you feel so good."
"yeah, that's what i like to hear. come on, sweetheart, come on my cock. you got it, i know you do." he moves one of his hands back down to start thumbing at your clit, just enough to push you right over the edge. barely three seconds later, you come around him with a scream. thanking god that he doesn't live in an apartment complex. your cunt clenches around him as you come, giving him enough stimulation to follow suit. but he pulls out at the last second, coming on your stomach with a groan.
nobody moves for minutes. both of you needing that time to catch your breath. jack start gets up first, tucking himself back into his jeans. "i'll be back, just lie down," he says, kissing you on your temple. he leaves into the bathroom, before coming back out, a wet rag in hand. he cleans off his release from your stomach, moving down to wipe at your cunt. the cold rag makes you shiver and whine, attempting to close your legs. "shh, it's okay, baby. let me clean you up first," he coos, wiping you down as gentle as he can. once done, he tosses the rag in the same corner of the room as his shirt. "can you stand up?"
you grumble, attempting to roll over. "i'm too tired."
"i know, but you gotta go pee first. then we can go to bed." jack pulls you into his arms bridal style, quietly hissing at the ache in his back and leg. he carries you all the way into the bathroom, sitting you down on the toilet. leaving you to do your business as he finds you something to sleep in. a pair of boxers and old army shirt will do. just as you're finishing up washing your hands is when he returns. "you can sleep in these for tonight." you mutter a quiet 'thanks.'
jack turns around, giving you some privacy to change. it makes you giggle softly. the man just rearranged your guts and fucked you so well less than ten minutes ago, yet he's still not watching you as you change. "i'm done," you say, and he turns back around. the dark green shirt falls just above your knees, slipping off one of shoulder. the ends of your hair slightly curl from getting wet earlier, and you have that after sex glow. you look beautiful right now. he must realize that he's staring, because he clears his throat and steps to the side. "uh, you can lie down. i'll finish cleaning myself up," he says, to which you nod.
the second your head hits the pillow you're knocked out. from swimming to fucking, you're body is completely drained. about thirty minutes later, jack comes back out. grey hair wet with water dripping down his chest. he's careful to not make any noise on his crutches as he moves towards the bed. sitting down on his side, he leans the crutches on the wall, before rubbing some moisturizer on his stump. he slides under the covers, instinctively wrapping his arms around your waist. even in your sleep you lean into him. head on his chest, right above his heart. "sweet dreams, baby," he murmurs into your hair, kissing the top of your head.
it hits jack in this exact moment that he just slept with the goddaughter of his best friend. he should probably stop it before it happens again. before feelings arise and emotions get in the way. but it's too late. now that he's had you, he doesn't think he can let go.
a/n: this was originally supposed to be wayy longer but i wanted to get it out for the 4th of july, so if u would like a part two pls lmk if u wanna be tagged in that >⩊<
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x wife!reader (ft Michael Robinavitch)
Warnings: bloody angst, hurt, domestic accident, falling down stairs, blood, facial injuries, medical procedures, angry Abbot.
Summary: A routine task like doing laundry turns into a nightmare when a sudden slip makes you trip on the stairs. With a deep cut on your face and an injured knee, you try to downplay your clumsiness, but for your husband, Jack, the accident is anything but funny.
🎀 based on this request 🎀
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
You were trying to balance a mountain of folded laundry in your arms, hurrying to get back downstairs before the timers on the kitchen stove went off.
Jack’s voice always echoed in your mind in these moments—“Stop running on the stairs, please.”
But you rushed anyway.
Your foot caught the edge of the third step. The laundry flew from your grip, sending sheets and towels flying as your weight shifted violently forward.
You launched. Your knee slammed hard against one step, and before you could even register the ache there, the sharp edge another one scraped violently across your cheekbone.
For a second, the world just went completely quiet. You were crumpled on the steps, the breath knocked clear out of your lungs, staring down. The pain in your knee was loud and throbbing, and your face felt… numb.
"Doll, what happened? Are you okay?"
Jack’s voice broke the silence. You looked at him, his gaze sweeping over the scene. Because of his leg, he couldn't just drop to his knees or rush up the stairs to scoop you up; he had to take each step deliberately. The frustration of his own physical limitations was already written in the tight line of his jaw.
"I'm fine!" you managed, your voice sounding small. "Just... dropped the towels. And added another bruise to the collection." You tried to laugh, pulling yourself up to sit straight.
Jack reached the step just below you. "Don't move. Stay exactly where you are."
His tone was rigid. Stripped of all warmth.
"Jack, seriously, it’s just a scrape—"
"I said, don't move," he snapped, his fingers gently but firmly clamping onto your chin to tilt your face upward into the dim stairwell light.
That was when you felt it. A strange trickling sensation creeping down your cheek. Something dripped past your jawline. You reached up to touch it, but Jack caught your wrist mid air, holding it tightly away from your face.
But your fingers were already stained red.
"Oh," you whispered, the adrenaline suddenly spiking. "That's... blood." You tried to deflect with a nervous laugh. "Does the cut matches the bruise on my knee? A matching set for the collection. I'm keeping you in business, Doc."
Jack didn't laugh. He didn't even smile.
"Shut up," he said. "Don't make a joke out of this."
"Jack, I'm just trying to—"
"I don't care what you're trying to do." He snapped, letting go of your chin. He pulled a clean handkerchief from his pocket and pressed it firmly against your cheek. "Apply pressure. Hold it there."
You took over, pressing the cloth to your face, the sting finally waking up beneath the numbness. "Don't talk to me like that. I just tripped."
"Because you were running! How many times do I have to ask you to slow down?" Jack’s hands were trembling slightly. "You treat your own safety like it’s a punchline. 'Another bruise to the collection.' Do you have any idea what it’s like for me to hear a crash and know I can't run down there to catch you? Do you know what went through my head when I saw you lying here?"
His voice cut through your defense mechanism. You looked at him, he was angry and terrified. And, you knew, he was trapped by a body that wouldn't let him be the protector he desperately wanted to be.
"I wasn't trying to minimize it," you said softly. "I joke because I'm embarrassed, Jack. I'm clumsy, and I hate that I make you worry."
"I don't care about being worried," Jack replied. "I care about you being safe. I spend all day at the hospital patching up people who didn't see the accident coming. And you... you're rushing through our own home like you're invincible. And I can't... if something happens to you, I can't get to you fast enough. You know that."
The silence returned, heavier this time.
Jack gently reached out, taking your hand away from the handkerchief to check the bleeding. The edge of the cut was clean, but it was deep enough that it would probably need a few butterflies, if not a stitch or two.
"It needs to be cleaned properly," he murmured. "Can you stand?"
"Yeah," you whispered, wincing as you shifted your weight onto your bruised knee. "I can stand."
"Good." Jack took a deep breath. Once he was stable on his good leg, he offered you his hand. "Let's go fix you up. No more jokes."
"Okay. No more jokes," you agreed, letting him pull you up into the kitchen.
Jack guided you to a stool by the kitchen island. Without a word, he moved around, pulling a first-aid kit from the cabinet and grabbing a damp washcloth from the sink.
"Keep pressure on it," he ordered softly, setting the kit down.
When he turned back to you, he pulled up another stool, carefully positioning his stiff leg out to the side so he could sit close enough to work.
"Okay, take the cloth away. Let me look."
You pulled the blood soaked handkerchief from your cheek. Almost instantly, a fresh crimson stream welled up from the split in your skin, tracing a rapid path down your jaw and dripping onto your collarbone.
Jack’s brow furrowed. He took the damp washcloth and gently tapped around the wound, trying to clear the area to see the actual depth of the laceration. "Hold still. I know it hurts."
The cold water hit the raw nerves, and you gasped, leaning back instinctively. "It stings—god, Jack."
"I know, I know. Don't pull away from me." His hand was firm on the back of your neck, holding you in place. But as he wiped a fresh layer of blood away, the wound immediately filled again, spilling over. The edge of the step had sliced deep, right over the prominent curve of your cheekbone where the skin was tight.
He waited a beat, pressing a clean piece of sterile gauze against it, counting silently under his breath. One minute. Two minutes. When he pulled it back to check, the blood welled up just as fast. It wasn't clotting. The edge of the cut was jagged, grinning open in a way that made his stomach do a sick flip.
Jack let out a frustrated breath. He didn't say anything, but the professional shift in his posture told you everything.
His ER doctor self had completely taken over.
"I-Is it bad?" you asked, your voice trembling.
"It’s deep," Jack said, his voice felt cold. "It tore right through the dermal layer. It’s too wide for butterflies, and because of the location on your face, it’s going to keep opening every time you talk or blink. I can't close this here. It needs a layered suture, and it won't stop bleeding until it gets one."
He packed a thick stack of sterile gauze against your cheek, taking your hand and forcing your fingers to hold it there with heavy pressure.
"We're going to the hospital," he said, already standing up. The sudden movement made his brace click sharply.
"Jack, can't you just do it? You have a kit, you're a doctor—"
"I don't have a local anesthetic or the proper fine gauge monofilament sutures in the kitchen cabinet," he snapped, his voice cracking with sudden panic. He grabbed his car keys and his and your jacket from the hook by the door. "If I try to patch this up with what I have here, you’re going to end up with a massive scar on your face. We’re going to the hospital. Now."
The drive was quiet. He kept his hand firmly on the steering wheel, his eyes locked on the road, while you sat in the passenger seat, pressing the now heavy gauze to your face.
You looked over at his profile, his jaw was clenched so tightly a muscle was jumping in his cheek.
"Jack," you whispered, the movement pulling painfully at the cut. "I'm sorry."
He didn't look at you, but his grip on the steering wheel tightened. "Just keep pressure on the wound, please. We're almost there."
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The doors of The Pitt hissed open, swallowing you both into the familiar air of the emergency department.
Tonight, you were the intake.
"Jack? What the hell happened?"
Robby said from behind the central desk, his eyes darting instantly from Jack’s tense face down to you. He saw the blood soaked gauze you were holding tightly against your cheek and the dark stain on your collar.
"She took a fall on the stairs," Jack said, sounding entirely professional, though the tight grip he kept on your elbow betrayed him. "Laceration to the zygomatic arch. It’s deep. It’s been bleeding consistently for minutes. I couldn’t get it to clot at home."
"Alright, let's get her into Room 4, it's empty," Robby said, immediately stepping into gear, stepping beside you. "Can you walk okay? Did you hit your head? Lose consciousness?"
"My knee is a little banged up, but my head is fine," you muttered around the cloth, feeling a flush of embarrassment as a couple of nurses glanced your way. "Just... really clumsy."
Robby guided you onto the examination bed. "Let’s take a look."
You layed down and slowly pulled the gauzes away. Without the constant pressure, a fresh bead of dark blood immediately welled up. Robby leaned in, using a piece of sterile gauze to gently dab the edges of the wound. He winced slightly, assessing the deep split over the bone.
"Yeah, you really did a number on this," Robby murmured. "It’s a clean tear but it’s deep. It’s definitely going to need a few sutures. I'll get the lidocaine and—"
"I'll do it," Jack interrupted.
Robby paused, looking up at Jack, who was standing at the foot of the bed.
"Brother, you know the protocol," Robby said softly. "You don't treat family. Let me handle it. I'll make the lines clean, I promise."
"It’s my wife, Robby." Jack said, he stepped closer to the bedside, his eyes locked on the wound. "I’m doing the stitches. I need to do them."
The two doctors locked eyes for a long moment. Robby knew Jack, he knew his friend's frustrations, he knew how much Jack hated feeling helpless.
Letting Jack treat you wasn't standard, but Robby knew that forcing Jack to stand by and watch someone else patch you up would be worse.
Robby sighed, stepping back. "Fine. But I'm staying in the room to assist. And if your hands shake even a millimeter, I'm taking the needle."
"They won't shake," Jack said.
He moved to the side of the bed, carefully adjusting the stool so his rigid leg could extend comfortably.
Jack snap on a pair of sterile gloves, and when he pulled the tray of instruments closer, where a nurse put all the necessary.
"Look at me," Jack murmured softly. He picked up the syringe of lidocaine. "This is going to burn. A lot. Hold my knee if you need to. My good one."
You reached out, gripping his good knee tightly. He didn't flinch as your fingernails dug into his skin. "Okay, you're going to feel a little pinch."
The needle pierced the edge of the cut, and a sharp burning sensation flared across your cheek. You squeezed your eyes shut, gasping as the medicine flooded the tissue. Jack’s was completely steady as he repositioned the needle to numb the entire perimeter of the wound.
Within a minute, the burning subsided into a heavy weight.
Jack worked in absolute silence. He used a small suction tip to clear the pooling blood, exposing the deep layer of tissue beneath. With a needle driver, he began the meticulous process of closing the deep dermal layer first.
You only could feel the gentle tugging of the thread as he pulled the edges of your skin back together. You watched his face. His brow was furrowed, his eyes entirely locked on the millimeters of flesh he was mending. The anger from the stairwell was gone, completely replaced by an aching tenderness.
Every movement of his hands was incredibly precise, deliberate, and gentle.
Robby stood by, cutting the sutures as Jack tied off each knot. "Nice tension," Robby commented quietly, validating his friend's work. "That's going to heal beautifully."
Jack didn't reply. He just kept sewing, treating your face like the most fragile and precious thing in the world.
By the time he tied off the final knot, the wound was closed, reduced to a thin black line across your cheekbone.
Before Jack could even reach for the dressing supplies, Robby quietly stepped into his line of sight, a non adherent telfa pad and a strip of medical tape already in his gloved hands. "I've got the dressing, Jack. Step back for a second."
Jack blinked, the sharp medical tunnel vision breaking as he looked up at his friend.
He didn't argue.
His hands were just starting to develop a microscopic tremor from the adrenaline crash, and he knew it.
Robby offered you a warm smile as he leaned over the bed. He placed the small protective gauze pad directly over the neat row of black stitches, securing it firmly to your cheek with the clear tape. "There you go. That’ll keep it clean and protected. Excellent handiwork, by the way. You won't even be able to see the scar in a few months."
Jack dropped the instruments onto the tray. He pulled off his gloves, tossing them into the bin, and took a deep breath.
"All done, baby," he said softly. "You're okay."
"Thank you," you murmured, with an uncomfortable feeling in your chest.
The ride back home was calm. The dashboard clock glowed a late hour as Jack pulled the car into the driveway and cut the engine.
For a moment, neither of you moved.
"Let's get you inside," Jack said softly. He had the night off.
He got out of the car and walked around to the passenger side. He opened the door and offered you his hand. As you stood up, your leg wobbled, and Jack immediately caught you. He held you close, bearing your weight as he carefully guided you into the house.
He led you straight to the living room, easing you down onto the couch. He disappeared for a few minutes, and when he returned, he was carrying a plush blanket, a fresh ice pack, and a glass of water.
He carefully lowered his weight onto the couch beside you and draped the blanket over your lap, then gently held the ice pack against your bruised knee.
Looking at him, seeing the dark circles of exhaustion, the faint smear of dried blood on his forearm that he hadn't fully washed off, and his unconditional care, the dam broke.
Tears slipped down your cheeks.
"Hey," Jack murmured, his brow furrowing as he set the ice pack down and instantly reached for your face. "Hey, what’s wrong? Is the local anesthetic wearing off? Is it hurting?"
"No," you choked out, your voice thick and trembling. You shook your head, immediately regretting it as the movement pulled at the tight stitches. "No, it doesn't hurt. Jack, I'm so sorry."
"Sweetheart, you don't need to-"
"I do," you interrupted, a sob catching in your throat. You reached out, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. "I'm so, so sorry. I know I make a joke out of being clumsy, but I hate that I frightened you. I hate that I made you feel... helpless. I know how much you want to protect me, and I was careless. I didn't think about how it would affect you to hear me fall and not be able to just run down there. I'm so sorry for being reckless with myself."
Jack stared at you, his eyes softening.
He reached out, his thumb gently catching the tears on your cheek, careful not to touch your wound. He pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you and holding you close. You buried your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in the comforting scent of his cologne.
"Thank you for being honest with me" Jack whispered into your hair, his hand gently stroking your back. "But you don't have to carry that guilt. I was angry because I was terrified. When I'm at work, I can control things. I have a team. But when it’s you... here... Seeing you hurt, and knowing my own body slows me down from getting to you... it scares me, baby."
He pulled back to look into your eyes.
"I know accidents happen," he said softly. "But I just need you to take care of yourself, because you are the most precious thing in my life. Okay?"
"Okay," you sniffled, wiping your nose with the edge of the blanket. "No more running on the stairs. I promise. I'll take them like a snail."
A smirk broke across Jack’s face, crinkling the corners of his eyes. It was the first time he had smiled all night. "A snail might be a bit too slow, but I'll take it."
He leaned in, carefully placing a kiss on the uninjured side of your face, then another on the tip of your nose. "I love you, doll."
"I love you, my Jackie."
"Lay back, you need rest," he commanded gently, helping you settle on the couch. He placed the ice pack back on your knee and tucked the blanket securely around you. He picked up the TV remote and settled back against the cushions next to you.
As the soft sounds of a night time program filled the air, Jack's fingers gently stroked your head, lulling you to relax and close your eyes.
After a few seconds, you drifted off to sleep, feeling completely safe and secure in the tranquility of home.
Wally West x reader+ Platonic! Dick Grayson x reader
summary: Dick gives you and Wally one job: to look after his dog, Haley while he’s away on a mission. But chaos seems inevitable with Wally and you can’t find Haley… Luckily you’re a professional at cover-ups.
warnings: fluff/crack, straight up chaos, gn!reader, a little suggestive at the end, kinda proofread!
a/n: trying to post (almost) everyday now that’s it’s officially summer for me<33 if you guys have any reqs feel free to send them in!
“Wally!” You yelled out from the living room, staring at the mess in front of you.
The room looked like a safety hazard, books scattered everywhere, rips and bite marks imprinted on the furniture, and plants knocked all over the floor.
You saw a flash of light before Wally was standing right next to you, his eyes widening as he looked at the environment around you.
“Wally.” You said breathless, eyes wide, “What the fuck did you do.”
He looked at you, stammering.
“Me? I didn’t do anything!”
You turned to him, “Did you let Haley out?!”
Truth is, when Dick Grayson asked you and Wally to look after his dog while he was away on a mission, you thought it would be a piece of cake. Plus, it seemed like a win-win situation, you’d get to stay at Dicks apartment and spend time with your boyfriend, who wouldn’t want their weekend to look like that?
Well, maybe you would’ve, if Wally hadn’t let Haley out of her cage.
“Why did you let her out?! Dick is going to kill us! He’s coming back today!!”
Wally groaned, burying his head in his hands.
“I thought she was trained. I didn’t know she was gonna try to eat the freaking apartment whole.”
“What kind of a half assed excuse is that?!” You exclaimed, as you started to pace around the room and pick things up.
Wally then followed behind you, and in the blink of an eye, he had picked every single discarded item off the floor.
You let out a sigh, “Thanks Walls. At least you’re not entirely useless.”
He gasped dramatically, about to snap back at you.
Your finger flew up to his lips before he could utter another word.
“Wally.” You whispered.
“What is it babe.” He leaned down, lowering his voice to be at your level.
“Why is the apartment so silent.” You looked at him.
The moment those words left your mouth, you saw something in Wally shift.
“Wally.” You said louder, “What are you not telling me.”
He averted his gaze from yours, looking at the floor guiltily.
“I… uh, might’ve… left the front door open.”
So that explained the lack of whining and barking coming from the dog you were supposed to look after.
You chuckled in disbelief, the kind of chuckle that serial killers let out before murdering their victims.
“… Wallace.”
He forced himself to look up at you.
“I am going to kill you.”
He knows you don’t mean it, but right now he’s convinced you might snap if he does one more little thing to piss you off.
One of his arms flew up to try soothe you, though he quickly regretted it when he saw your eye twitching.
“Wally.” You said sternly, “Go use your superpowers for something useful and find the fucking dog we just lost!!!”
He cleared his throat, already making his way towards the front door.
“Oh and…” you interjected while he looked back at you once more.
“Don’t bother coming back home without Haley.”
He huffed, “Yes ma’am.” Before speeding out the apartment.
You sighed, looking around the apartment, focusing on the ripped furniture, before going over to the kitchen to dig through one of the cabinets.
With a sewing kit in one hand, you made your way to the couch and got to work.
Wally quite literally covered every single mile of the neighbourhood and still could not find Dick’s dog. The sun was already beginning to set and Wally’s mind clouded with concern.
Dick was going to come home in about an hour, and lord knows what the hell would happen to him if he didn’t have that dog back within then.
Suddenly, as if the universe had heard his thoughts, he heard a loud whining and clattering sound coming from one of the alleys on the street.
The speedster went to check it out, carefully approaching the trashcan at the back of the alley.
There he saw a little gray dog emerging out from behind the various discarded metal plates next to the trash can.
“Hey there.” He said breathlessly, lowering himself to pet Haley.
She eagerly came up to lick his hand, tail wiggling with joy like she hadn’t just ravished Dick’s apartment earlier.
“Let’s get you home yeah?” He murmured, gently picking her up and speeding off again.
Wally came back to the apartment building looking a mess, hair ruffled, breath uneven, and hands barely clutching onto Haley.
Yes, he was happy to have found her, but he was not happy to have to inevitably endure the lecture you were about to give him when you guys got home.
There was one thing that he was grateful for, and that is that Dick was coming in 40 minutes, which should be just enough time for him to clean the rest of the mess up and then probably beg for your forgiveness.
Wally sighed as he got into the elevator, setting Haley down as she ran small laps around him in the confined space.
Finally getting to the apartment door, he rang the bell, excited to tell you he had found Dick’s dog.
Instead, he was greeted by the sight of his best friend giving him a wide smile.
Wally’s heart thumped with fear.
“Hey Walls!” The raven haired man exclaimed before wrapping his arms around him.
He heard footsteps coming from behind Dick’s back and saw you, giving him a deathly stare.
The men’s embrace was cut off by the clawing of Haley’s nails against Dick’s legs.
He quickly got away from Wally, going to pet his dog.
“Hey Wally!” You smiled awkwardly, “Back from your walk with Haley already?”
You looked at him in a way that told him to just go with the lie, which you probably had to make up in hurry when talking to Dick earlier.
“Yeah. Feeling reallyyy tired.” He chuckled nervously, running his hand through his hair.
Dick looked up, smiling, completely oblivious to the earlier events of the day, “She didn’t cause you too much trouble, right?”
“Nope!” You answered quickly.
The man laughed again, “Good.”
He then got up, urging Wally to come inside.
The room looked good as new, thankfully. Walt noticed the small stitches in the couch fabric which you must’ve fixed.
“Sooo, you’re home early Dick!” Wally said nervously, turning back to his best friend.
“Yeah, mission went well so I figured I could come a little earlier. You guys wanna do something?” He eagerly smiled.
Dick was inviting you and Wally to stay over, but you knew Wally. You knew he could barely lie to his best friend. And with Dick’s detective skills, he could definitely spot something was wrong with his behaviour.
Which, would lead to Dick finding out and him never trusting you guys again.
“Actually,” you spoke up, “I think me and Wally might head home for the night. Right Walls?”
He swallowed hard, nodding.
You went over the corridor, already picking out your belongings and putting your shoes on.
“Thanks for letting us stay here, Dick. Really.” You put on a charming smile and looked at him.
“Anytime. Thanks for looking after Haley.” He replied.
You quickly nodded back, interlacing your fingers with Wally’s and pulling him out of the door.
You said your final goodbyes before Dick shut the door.
Wally just stared at you, awestruck.
“Did you just lie to Dick Grayson for me?” He grinned.
“Yeah, don’t get too cocky. I’m not gonna do it again.”
He smiled as you both entered the elevator, putting his hands onto your waist.
“However am I going to repay you?” He stated, gently pecking at the side of your neck, gently squeezing at your sides.
You smiled despite yourself, “I have something in mind.”
“Yeah?” Wally grinned against your skin.
“Yeah.” The elevator doors dinged open, “It starts with you apologising to me for being an idiot. We can make out the rest of the details later.”
He laughed as he hooked his arm around your waist lovingly and led you to your car.
“Whatever you want, baby.”
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The bells ring obnoxiously in your ears, about to make them bleed if they didn't stop — you hum lowly under your breath as you walk out of the classroom, letting the fresh air hit you before you suffocate any longer in that room.
But there's another reason why you are the first to walk out of the class, the first to enter the hallway that's about to fill itself with even more students.
It's to avoid him.
Because you knew he would pick you up if you aren't fast enough, and eventually accompany you for the next agonising hours. And if you don't waste time like right now, the probability is higher that he will actually not find you at all.
"Hey, wait up—!"
A shiver crawls down your spine. You hoped too soon — he already found you.
"That was surprisingly fast." you bite back a groan, pressing your lips together as you speed up your pace.
"Wait—!" he calls out your name, eyes trailing after you.
While you hope for him to actually get the message and stop chasing you, he doesn't give up. You manoeuvre your way between the students, steps filled with care and bounce to make you faster.
Careful to not bump against anyone, you frantically search a spot to hide from him, sweat building on top of your skin because of the movements and anxiety to get away from him as soon as possible.
Although you are fast to round the corner, trying to blend with the people as soon as you are out of sight — Dick is a man built for the chase. He weaves through the crowded hallway and students with the ease.
Suddenly, he's a man on a mission, someone who tries to catch you as quickly as possible. He ignores the people around him, calling after him to talk about the party last night or the upcoming party today.
For all he cares, this is a talk for later because his priority one is you at the very moment. He instantly spots you when he turned the corner, eyes locked with your back and seeing how your pace quickened again, his lips curving into a grin.
Do you really expect to outrun him?
Someone who spent half his life performing acrobatics?
Just like you, he picks up the pace again and as soon as he closed the distance, he catches up with you — hand grasping your sleeve, fingers curling around your elbow gently to tug you back.
"Aren't you a fast one?" he pants slightly, amusement a vivid gleam in his eyes.
"Only when I want to get away from... someone." you breathe out and glance behind your shoulder, furrowing your brows slightly in annoyance.
Dick Grayson. In all his glory — not even breaking one sweat, but pretending to pant a bit to pity you. The boy, who has been chasing you since the start of the year for whatever reason.
"Get straight to the point. What do you want?"
He steps into your personal space while an earnest and confident grin forms on his lips. "Since you seem to in such a hurry, I thought I could walk you to the next class." he beams like the sun.
It sounds like a suggestion you could refuse but eventually, it isn't one because he would do it anyways. You twitch, frown etches deep into your face as you continued to stare at him.
"No, thanks." you still try to refuse straightforwardly.
"What?" his face drops into a puppy-eyes one, "are you going to keep treating me like a golden retriever?"
He was, and still is. In all seriousness and honesty and fairness.
You rub your temple to calm yourself down, pinching the bridge of your nose and breathing out again. "You disgust me." you comment at the innocent expression that is supposed to bring in guilt instead of disgust.
Unfortunately for you, it doesn't really faze him. Instead — it amuses him, as he begins to smile at you again. He doesn't try to defend his honour and lets out a delighted, easy chuckle.
"Disgust you, huh? This is a first." he repeats, voice lowered and a mere whisper, enough to make your skin prickle. "I like that."
"Okay, so. Don't word it like this, you make it very weird."
"Only if you donate some of your time to this sad and pathetic and lonely and apparently disgusting puppy."
"Eugh—did you just seriously say that?"
The deadpan turns into a grimace as you take one step back from him, not believing what your ears just took in. Yet that comment makes him chuckle again, the atmosphere between the two of you seems light and friendly, something that actually eases him after all the tension between social circles and drama among the popular students.
Until your time is cut short by a group of boys and girls, who approached him the moment the laid their eyes on him. Their smile and grin are bright, voice boisterous loud, talk long and boring.
"Dick, what's up man—!"
It doesn't take long at all, only a few seconds pass before they're involved in a conversation. His friends drape their arms around Dick's shoulder while the girls hold a respectful distance, only chirpy giggles leaving their lips.
How should you leave? you blink, standing a few inches too close to the center of attention.
The infamous boy is in the middle of a laugh, responding to a joke his friend just made, but he isn't actually listening. His attention seems split, trying to perform the role of the social butterfly the charismatic Dick Grayson. The other half of attention is wondering how he can get out smoothly with you.
You sigh out and let your gaze flicker before they eventually land on one girl. Because she was undeniably pretty — beauty from another world even, on another level.
Warm and angelic smiles that has drawn anyone in who looked into her direction, radiating a soft yet bright aura, gentle and adorable doe eyes. She was dressed the modest, style casual and pretty fitting for her aura she emitted.
Head titling slightly, your gaze goes back and forth between Dick and the girl. If your friends told you right, that girl had a crush on Dick.
You couldn't help but twitch when your gazes clash, noticing how she was staring at you as well. You send her a little smile as soon as she notices how close you stand next to Dick.
Maybe you should leave him at that.
A hum leaves your lips while unfortunately finding yourself amidst the little group, eyes wandering to the open space.
Before you could make an attempt to slip away quietly and unnoticed, Dick intervenes — his instincts kick in and he doesn't even have to think about it. For him, it's a reflex as natural as breathing.
His hand subconsciously finds the edge of your shirt, fingers hooking into the fabrics before a firm but gentle tug pulls you back into his orbit. You yelp, quiet enough to not interrupt the ongoing conversation as stumble — back hitting his shoulder lightly.
"Woah there, princess," he murmurs, his voice equally quiet enough that it's almost lost in the chatter of his friends.
"Let go, Grayson." you hiss in annoyance, feeling how your eye starts to twitch because of him.
Dick doesn't pull his hand away though, barely takes in your demand. His grip softens ever so slightly around the edge of your shirt before his hand finds itself behind your lower back.
He turns his head slightly to meet your glare. His lips curve into a bright grin, brighter than the shine of the sun. You frown at that, corner of your lips weighing down.
Or: The one where they misunderstand what the positive test is for.
Includes: Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Wally West, Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent and John Constantine
Warnings: Reader is implied to be able to get pregnant, however I'm all for them being dumb enough to think they've managed even if it's not possible so you decide lol <3 Beside that, no real warnings, mostly fluffy and humorous.
Morph's thoughts: Hii everyone, this is my first dc comics fic AND first text!au fic ever :) I'm still trying to find everyone's "texting voices" and doing a bit of a trial and error with the formating of the screen shots, so if you have any feedback it's more than welcome!!
I pressed the heel of my hand further against my pelvis and tried to surpress the moan that accompanied the sharp wave of pain that rolled through me. I doubled over myself on the toilet and tried to breath through my nose as I squeezed my eyes tight.
“hey everything alright in there?” Steff called. “You’ve been in there a while.”
"Just peachy." I groaned. Steff slowly opened the door and stuck his head in.
"You sure look it." He snorted. I flipped him off as I rested my head on my knees. "What can I do?"
"Nothing." I sighed, finally glancing up at him. "I took painkiller half an hour ago. I'm waiting for them to kick in now. And don't laugh but this is far more comfortable than laying in the damn bed." Steff shrugged and sat down on the floor next to me. As I laid my head back down, he started to rub my back. It was quiet as I slowly rocked myself. Steff moved to play with my hair, keeping himself busy while he waited for me.
"Did you see that notice?" He finally spoke up.
"What notice?" I asked. "We being fucking kicked out?" Steff chuckled.
"No. They're making the building pet friendly. We could get that dog if you wanted." Steff cocked his head at me. "Or we could get a cat."
"Maybe start you off with a goldfish." I teased, slowly sitting back up. Steff's hand fell to his lap as my head was now out of his reach. "I'm still not entirely sure you can take care of yourself let alone another living thing."
"Oh fuck you." Steff laughed. "I take care of myself just fine. Always have. Always will." I smiled softly at him. "You feeling better?"
"A bit yeah." I nodded. "I think I'm ready to head back to bed." Steff nodded as he stood up. Fixing his hair while I watched, Steff leaned down to kiss me before leaving the room. I stood up with a groan and righted myself before following him out. Steff was already in bed with a hot water bottle and an extra blanket. Once I had climbed back into bed, he helped me get situated again before pulling me into his arms. "Thank you."
"Of course." He kissed my head as he rubbed circles into my arm. I closed my eyes as the pain started to subside. "I think I've proved I can take care of another living thing." Rolling my eyes, I tilted my head to look at him.
"You need to learn how to pick better fucking timing Steff." I complained. Steff laughed and shrugged.
your turn (requested! + nsfw)
bruce wayne x fem!reader
mentions: established relationship, submissive!bruce, cowgirl, unprotected p in v, praises, dirty talk, creampie, breeding kink, intense orgasm, what else am i missing
(this was supposed to be a drabble... also help this was acu a little hard to come up with stop)
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whenever you would have sex with bruce, he was the one that always took the lead
maybe its just instinct for him. how he always had to be in control of the situation, bad or good. it was a habit he picked up from his years as batman
so when he came back home to you after patrol, a painful boner in his pants yet too tired to do anything about it, all you did was instruct him to lay on his back and coo to him that you got this handled
that’s why tonight, you were the one in control. bruce’s hands were pinned over his head while your other hand was slowly tracing his abs over and over, a ghost-like touch that made you feel his abs flex and a shiver go through his body. all while you were on top of him, straddling his lap and slowly rolling your hips to sink his cock deeper in your pussy.
another groan left bruce’s lips before it was quickly swallowed by you, capturing his mouth in a slow yet hungry kiss. god, he’s never seen you like this— whispering praises and words to him in that velvet tone that sounded so, so insatiable
“you stay just like that, let me take care of you”
“doing so, so good for me”
“mm bruce, always fillin’ me up so good”
bruce could easily slip from your grasp and flip you underneath him. but the sight of you in charge instead of him, tracing his scars with one hand while the other held his wrists above— it was the only thing he needed tonight
and this man was so distracted from how your pussy was taking his length to the fucking hilt, the warm sensation of your walls clouding bruce’s mind with each roll and drag of your hips. “fuck sweetheart im gonna cum” he moaned on your lips
you just hummed and bit his bottom lip, swallowing a moan of your name from his mouth before retracting your lips down to his neck, allll the way to his adam’s apple. you placed a kiss there, feeling it bob as bruce gulped another sound, his hands under your grip now fisting in the sheets and his cock in you twitching for release
you purposely clenched around his cock, making bruce let out a choked groan in response. as if that wasn’t enough, your hips started to pick up the pace. that slow, teasing roll of your hips you were giving him now turned into faster, deeper ones that made lewd, wet sounds bounce in the room— along with sounds of your own
soft moans of bruce’s name left your lips as you buried your face in the crook of his neck, panting and biting his skin which made bruce let out a small hiss as your thrusts were getting more and more intense. god, the restraint he was holding back right now, wanting to take his hands out from your grasp to cup your ass and thrust deeper into your cunt, to bury more of his length in you than it already was
you lifted your head and cupped his face with one hand to meet him with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss, his stubble prickling your fingertips. “you wanna— hah— fill me up, baby?” you panted on his lips with a smile. “that’ll m-make you feel better?”
“yes. oh god, yes” he moaned, rolling his eyes to the back of his head with a groan following along from another thrust of your hips. “so so so much better”
and it didn’t take long for bruce to break. with one last grunt, his orgasm hit him like an intense freight train, lips fully agape and eyes rolling to the back of his head from the feeling of your pussy slowly getting stuffed by his cum
“that’s it” you moaned on his lips, arching your back and pressing your boobs more onto his chest, feeling the brink of pleasure come close. “fuck—fuck! bruce!”
you broke the kiss with a breathless gasp, knocking your head back and moaning from the intense buzz of your orgasm, slowing your pace down as your walls clenched onto bruce’s cock for dear life, coating his cock with fluids mixed of yours and his. no matter how many nights you’ve shared with this man, it always feels like the first
bruce looked up, gasps escaping his swollen lips as he stared at you with awe mixed with desire. his orgasm was so intense it left his voice thick and husky.
“again”
and thankfully, you had a few tricks left on your sleeves
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— 𝜗𝜚⋆ your cat can’t read the room and trots in anyway because she’s hungry.
the room smells of sweat, sex and love. you don’t know how many times he’s made you come, lost count after the 3rd time. all you can really think about is the weight of his body caging yours, pushing you both deeper into the mattress, the sheets wrap loosely around his legs, yours tight around his waist, locked and refusing to let up.
the sounds of skin slapping echoed the room, rang through your ears loudly, but his pace didn’t falter, if anything it got faster then slowed just enough to have you whining in frustration. his fists, slightly bawled, rest on either side of your hips.
“always feels good when you’re wrapped around my cock, sweetheart,” he murmurs, voice raspy and slightly broken, a small chuckle vibrates against your neck when your hand flies up, grabbing the back of his arm tightly. “that’s it, hold onto me, i ain’t going anywhere and neither are you, babygirl.”
true to his word, he doesn’t let you go anywhere, keeps his hard chest practically pinned down against yours, thrusts slow and rhythmic. your nails sink into this skin of his arms deeper each time he slides back in, cock stretching you out perfectly. “just like that,” you whine, hands slipping from his arms to his sides, nails raking up and down the skin there before making their way back to his arms; where you cling tighter. “love you.” you murmur softly into his shoulder when he presses his face deeper into the crook of your neck.
“love you, honey,” he pants, grinding his hips against yours slowly to the point your lips part in a silent moan and the arch of your back has your tits pressing harder to hist chest. an action he welcomes happily because he’s groaning and growling into the small space of your neck, fisting at the sheets when your cunt clenches around his cock. “my angel, could stay like this forever, so warm, wanna stay buried in you for the rest of my life.”
neither of you hear the slight creaking sound of the door at first, completely absorbed in each other too much to care, too in tune with meeting each others thrusts to feel the subtle chill soaking in and then suddenly when it’s only the soft sounds of both your moans, a loud meow rips through the entire room.
his body stills completely at the sound, slowly lifts his head from your neck, you see his hooded first but you can also see the hint of confusion lingering beneath as he looks down at you. “the hell?” he mutters hoarsley, turning his head so slow you’d think he’s broken.
sitting completely still in the bedroom doorway is your cat, tail swishing behind her with a slowness that only happens with two things. one, she’s doing it to spite you both. or two, she’s hungry and demands all the attention in the world. “you’ve got to be kidding me,” he scoffs, albiet no anger or annoyance behind his words.
your cat stares, almost like she knows what she’s ruining and does it all over again. meow!
his eyes narrow at the second meow, and his hands finally move from beside your hips to your stomach, dragging them down slowly before sighing in defeat. “okay, she’s not kidding.”
“no, she isn’t.”
“i fed her before we even came in here!” he huffs but makes no effort to move. hell, he hasn’t even made a single move to pull out of you either.
“that was before, and now she’s hungry again, so go on,” you pause, grinning up at him smugly. “time to feed your daughter, daddy.” you teased, giggling with a choked gasp at the way his cock twitches inside you. “oh?”
his eyes widen slightly at your seductive tone and shakes his head quickly “nope, no, we aren’t doing this. m’gonna go feed her like the royal diva pain demands.”
your giggle doesn’t last long, a warm melodic sound turns into a whine when he’s pulling his cock out slowly with a wet pop! your walls flutter around nothing while your eyes, despite being hooded and dazed, followed him. lingered on the firm muscle of his ass when he slipped off the bed, before widening, a shy smile on your face, at the sight of his cock despite seeing it so many times. still hard, angry red, slick with your wetness.
“nothing you haven’t seen before, sweetheart,” he catches that look on your face while tugging on a pair of boxers, the fabric rubbing against him causes him to hiss. “i’ll be back soon, honey, don’t miss me too much.”
by the time he slipped out of the door, leaving you alone, aside from the muttered words coming from him in the kitchen, you slumped back down onto the bed, chest still heaving but you didn’t move to run after him. your thighs still tingled, twitched at the reminder of him being inside of you not that long ago.
sighing softly, you turned onto your side, curling up and smiling to yourself into the pillow. the sounds of his muttering and sighs getting louder. and you can’t help the laughter that leaves your lips at his sudden panicked shout.
“no! stop! we use the litterbox not the floor, oh my god! she’s gonna hate me, use the litterbox please!, honey, the litterbox, right there! oh you hate me so much that you want her to hate me too huh?”
✮⋆˙ . bsf!rafe keeps 'accidentally' slipping inside after promising to just rub against you.
warnings — 18+ MDNI. bestfriend!reader x bsf!rafe pairing. name is self explanatory. manipulative tone & fake apologies.
cherie’s note — loosely based on this p!link.
your knees are bent, thighs open for him, trembling slightly from how real this feels — arms curled near your chest, lip caught anxiously between your teeth, breathing too fast for someone who's supposedly not having sex.
things had always been… complicated with you and rafe. secrets whispered in the dark, your body tucked into his bed more often than your own. he’d even taught you how to kiss — unforgivable, in hindsight. because now, whatever this was… it felt like the point of no return.
rafe kneels between your legs, stroking himself in slow, lazy pulls. deliberately. "just relax," he murmurs, voice low like he's talking you through something innocent. like this was something every best friend did — and you could definitely be convinced of such when it was him doing the talking. "i'm not gonna put it in. i told you."
he presses the head against your slit, sliding it up your folds, gathering the wetness along the underside of his throbbing cock. the squelch that bounces off the walls is unmistakable, a clear indicator of just how much you wanted this, despite the way your pulse raced. you jump at the first pass and he smiles — quick, hidden, gone before you even get the chance to look at him.
"how're you this worked up already?" he teases under his breath, more to himself than to you. "barely even touching you."
you squirm underneath him, embarrassed. "you're... rubbing on me..."
"mhm." he drags the swollen head down again, circling your entrance with soft precision — though his mind is anything but soft. not with you, sprawled out beneath him, eyes wide like a prey caught in a trap. his trap.
you gasp, a soft sound that shoots up his spine — and that's when he lets the tip catch you. not fully. just enough to make your body pull him in that tiny, helpless way you can't control. the thick head of his cock breaches the tightness of your cunt, and your thighs tremble slightly from the pressure.
"sorry," he breaths, pretending to pull back. "didn't mean— you're so warm, and wet. hard to aim."
you believe him immediately, like you always do, nodding. your cheeks burn, "it's okay. just... just be careful."
"i am," he promises, thumb stroking the soft skin of your knee. "i got you."
except he keeps doing it. that same slow glide, catching on you again, the head pushing just barely inside before he rocks back like it's truly accidental. each time, you make this soft, strangled sound that goes straight to his cock.
"you okay?" he murmurs.
you nod quickly, swallowing away at the nerves. "it just feels... weird."
"good weird?"
you nod again — and the way you do it, wide-eyed and trusting, makes him exhale shakily.
he strokes himself harder, a little faster, hips following the rhythm. the spongy tip of his cock keeps bumping and sliding against your slit with every pass, the feeling so dizzying you swear you could see stars. your slick coats his hand, helping the slick grip glide effortlessly against himself — makes everything sloppy and hot and impossible for him to 'aim'.
rafe swears he can lose himself in the sight of you alone. swears he'd give anything to see this everyday — you, eyes glassy and blinking slow, completely fucked-out and trembling under his guidance. so vulnerable. so trusting. pliant, too — keeping your thighs perched open enough to allow him the space he demands, without having to be asked.
you force a tiny breath out, shaky and full of shame, and he rewards you by rolling the head down again. and this time, when it catches, it sinks just a little deeper than before. enough to make your eyes fly fully open. enough to make your hips lift before you can stop yourself, telling him everything he needs to know.
he freezes. not really. just enough to pretend he's surprised.
"shit," he mutters, voice going hoarse. "that—that was deeper than i meant. m'sorry, baby."
and despite his apology, he stays there a beat too long — buried millimeters inside of your warm heat, throbbing. he pulls out slowly, letting a slick string stretch between where he’d previously pushed inside of you.
your heart jumps into your throat, "it's okay, ray," you whisper quickly, like you don't want him to feel bad. "was just an accident, right?"
