about the "pussy throbbing on robby's lap" (lmao) i imagine they're out on the town with a bunch of other doctors from all over, at a convention of some sort, so they're feeling way more comfortable than usual, having a couple drinks on a night out and one thing leads to another... reader ends up in his lap, feeling all warm and fuzzy, she tries to act casual about it but she's so fucking turned on and when he feel it, he doesn't ignore it, he starts slowly stroking her thigh with his big ass hands and whispering things in her ear like "i can fucking feel you throbbing for me... you're killing me kid"
If you could do anything for anyone, what would you do?
you couldn’t... narrow that one down a bit?
y’know - there was a plan. vegas was big time, and sure - i was enjoying it. but i was going to make sure my folks could retire somewhere nice. wouldn’t have to worry about anything. wanted to do right by cormack and maeve too -- it’s not like i’d be who i am now, or, more poignantly, where i was then without them. would have seen them all a week after... seven little days. but apparently the world can go to hell in one, sooo....
i guess, if i had to pick something... i’d want make sure my sister was okay. i’m not sure that counts as something for her... or me. probably me. still haven’t quite shaken the vision of her disappearing into that void.
would your opinion change if it was someone close to you; such as max?
riiight... i see where we’re goin’ with this.
no. it wouldn’t.but sit the fuck down’ and lemme provide a little -- illumination.
i don’t even pretend to know what the hell is goin’ on with that... lightshow. the whole wings an’ angel thing? that’s above my paygrade. but one thing i do know by now - is that no matter how much she comes off as a wiseass, she cares. max? she cares about these people. she talks with them. notices them. helps them. she puts herself aside, time and time again to make sure that they’re okay. and on max’s list, everyone she cares for, and even some she doesn’t, have their names stamped waaaaay above her own.
so - what we’re talkin’ about here - ain’t max.what we’re talkin’ about is that power inside her.
the real question is -- would i put a bullet in max’s head if the power she has poses an imminent and significant danger to people.
y e s.
for two reasons. first - if she completely lost control of whatever that thing is and she became that much of a danger to others, if those powers turned against the people she cares about, she’d never forgive herself. she’d blame herself for something she ain’t got no say in. an’ i’ve seen what they can do. she fought off the fuckin’ raiders and evaporated some evil shit like it was nothin’. but take point and think about that... she ain’t hurtin’ these people. she’s protectin’ ‘em with everythin’ she got. at some cost to herself to boot. do i think her powers pose a risk? yeah, but so do the fuckin’ guns everyone’s packin’. so ‘nless they all start pointin’ in the wrong direction then there ain’t shit to say about that, you get me?
second - if you don’t think she’d be the first person to ask me to do that, you don’t know a goddamn thing about her.
so -- IF -- we ever get to that point... it’s on me. it’s all on me. you hearin’ this?
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2) crying crying during sex that leads to a pause or early end to comfort and take care of whatever emotions bubbled over
This one screams reader x Robby (or even reader x Rabbot) to me.
Yes.
Yes to reader x Rabbot.
My first dive into that pond
Warnings: Smut and comfort
Robby was fast asleep next to you where Jack had you comfortably pinned under his body. The both of you kept your moans silent, some special cell in your DNA able to contort them into soft pants so you don’t wake up your other lover.
“So soft, sweet baby” Jack whispers softly into your ear as his hips kept pushing forward. Your legs were wrapped high on his waist and your fingers tangling and tugging on his curls on the back of his head.
You both worked night shift last night, you not being as used to it as Jack. Last night was particularly hard for you. Twin 5 year old girls were brought in by police after being found locked in their basement and severely emaciated. Their mother was now in custody, but the case took quite the emotional toll on you.
You, yourself, had a not great childhood past with your mother. You had a hard time leaving that case at work. The walk back to your shared apartment was silent. Your fingers would periodically scratch against jacks palm, just to let him know you were still there, but no other communication.
It wasn’t until he was half asleep, and you climbed in his lap whimpering for some kind of comfort, some kind of distraction, some kind of connection, that you finally started talking again.
Jack hears a soft sob from below him and stops mid thrust. Looking down he sees the tears spilling from your eyes and you trying desperately to hold back the sobs.
“Sweet girl…it’s ok, baby…let it out” Jack says, not completely stilling his hips, but slowing down to a soft and gentle pace.
“Rob…wake up, man” Jack gently shoves Robby’s shoulder. The other man grunts in his sleep before softly blinking his eyes open. “Wha- what’s wrong?” Robby asks, sounding confused.
The look of confusion switches to a look of high alert when he hears your sob. He’s rolled over and sitting up before Jack can even explain.
“What’s wrong?” He doesn’t even seem phased by the fact that Jack is still inside you.
“Bad night” Jack offers, keeping his hips slow and soft. Robby’s hand goes your hair and he gently runs his fingers through as you continue to cry.
Jack stops, suddenly feeling like maybe he’s not helping, but you whimper in protest.
“Please Jackie…it’s the only thing keeping me sane right now” you say weakly pushing your hips up to meet his.
The boys situated you so your head was laying in Robby’s lap as Jack continued to make love to you. The both of them trying to replace whatever sour emotions they could with feelings of love and adoration.
Robby’s fingers threaded gently through your hair as he cooed softly, telling you how much they both love you and how much you’ve changed their lives.
Jack keeps his pace long and sturdy, making sure you can feel every inch pumping in and out of you. It’s his way of keeping you grounded, present.
The two of them together whispered soft words of love to you. “You’re the most amazing woman we’ve ever met”
“Sweetheart…we couldn’t get by without you”
“Beautiful girl…you’re our reason”
“Our whole purpose”
“We love you so much…we love you”
Your tears didn’t stop, they just changed direction.
What started off as a distraction from pain turned into a beautiful declaration of love between three souls who found each other in a hopeless place and somehow still found their way back to the pathway leading them towards the light.
