Content: Fluff, pet names, a swear, established relationship, pregnancy cravings, Reader being silly, Robert being an amazing husband, Robert taking care of you, domestic Robert, soft Robert, snarky teasing Robert, so just regular Robert, cuddling, smooches, Robert would be such a mother hen I fear
“I'm home.”
Your husband walks through the door and locks eyes with you immediately.
"Shit, busted…."
A disappointed ‘Honey…’ escapes him and he kicks off his shoes and rushes to your side.
“I thought you said you would be resting today.” He kisses your cheek.
“Weeeelllll I was… but I got a craving for a banana chicken pickle pie soooo.” You gesture to the flour scattered all over you and the kitchen. “Wait here.” Robert rushed off to the bathroom to get a cloth. He returned to wipe down your face kissing you gently.
“You should be resting.” He sighs leaning against your forehead. “The pie is almost done.” You pout as he rolls his eyes at you.
“I know what will help.” Robert steps behind you cradling your stomach pulling it up to alleviate some of the weight. The relief is immediate and you groan. “You don't know how good that feels, hun.”
“Lean back on me.” His thumbs gently rubbing back and forth on your belly as you become boneless and melt into him. “Did they kick today?” He says with a kiss to the cheek.
“Not yet. But I bet they'll hear you talking about them then I'll feel it.” Robert leans down a little.
“If ya do kid maybe it'll get her to relax a little.” “I'm pretty sure it will have the opposite effect. And I'll probably have to pee.” A beep sounds from the microwave.
“The pie’s done!” “Nonono you are not getting that out of the oven, sit down.” And you listened to him this time only because you remember the struggle of bending down to put the pie in there in the first place without dropping it.
Robert grabs the Beef patterned cooking mitts that Chase had got made as a wedding gift and transfers the pie from the oven to the stovetop to cool.
You both make small talk while Robert cleans the kitchen and when the pie has cooled brings you a slice.
“Do I need to grab the cloth again to wipe the drool from the corner of your mouth?” You give him a look and make grabby hands at the plate.
“I've been waiting all day for this. Please give your starving pregnant wife the pie.” “Does my starving pregnant wife want me to feed her the disgusting pie?” You shake your head and snatch the plate from him shoving it in your mouth.
“Mmmh omigoooosh come on, try itttttt.” You wave the fork in his face which he takes reluctantly. Your eyes sparkle watching his reaction. His eyes narrow a bit but he remains pretty neutral.
“Y'know it's actually not bad besides the texture of the banana.” “Right??? I think it's perfect.” You shove another forkful into your mouth. “Wait! No it's not… Could my darling husband grab me peanut butter pleeeease?”
“Oh of course, can't forget the peanut butter…” “Robert says monotone and retrieves the peanut butter with a big spoon handing it to you. You then take a horrifying glob and slap it onto the plate where you inhale what's left of the pie.
“Ugh, it's so goooood.” “As long as you're happy dear…” Robert wets the cloth once more and wipes your face before clearing the plate.
“Had your fill?” “Oh yeah, I think so.” “Great!” He then scoops you up off the couch into his arms seemingly with no effort.
“Where are you taking me Mr. Robertson?” “To our bed, I have a very pregnant wife that needs to rest.” “He carries you into your bedroom past a sleeping Beef then carefully lays you on the bed. Robert snuggles into you with a swift kiss to your temple and content sigh.
“I didn't even ask how your day was, Rob. I'm sorry.” You pout again. “Dont be. Doesn't matter, it wasn't anything special. This is all I care about at this moment.” He gently holding your belly gives a slight squeeze.
“Love you. Both of you.” “Mmh, I got everything I could ever need right he-”
Thump.
“…Was that-”
“Yes! Do it again kid!” You both wait eagerly.
……….......
THUMP thump!
“Wow. That's amazing. Should I be buying tiny soccer cleats? Do they even make them this small?”
“Robert…” You giggle and turn your head to kiss him.
“Both of you are so amazing.” “Welp, as cute as that was…” You sigh. “This amazing momma needs to go piss now.” Robert snorts, sitting up helping you to your feet, in which you shoo him away. “Don't fall in.” He laughs when you flip him the bird.
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A/N: I just thought this was cute. Also I need him. Part 2 will have smut. Hope everyone is doing well <3
Anie I need to get this out of my mind because I've been dreaming about this for two nights now since I thought about it...
making out with Nicholas, It's not just the moment, he would love to have you on his lap while you rub yourself but he doesn't think about fucking you, He just loves to see his partner with swollen lips, glazed eyes and blush on his cheeks, I'm 100% sure that he would love to leave marks and his hands, always one on your body and another on your neck or face. He would also love for you to pull his hair to separate him from you because he can't stop even if he starts.
hi donna!!
i honestly feel like nico has so much self control even tho sometimes it doesn't seem like it?
so i totally see this happening like in a lazy afternoon or late at night him just sitting in the couch, having you sit on top of him letting you have your way with him, deeefinitely enjoys marking what's his so he tucks your hair behind your ear to have easier access to your neck (even bites it softly)
even tho he is not thinking about fucking you he thrusts his hips up to meet yours only to pleasure you, whenever you pull apart you can see how focused he is on you and tbh i just feel his control is so good he could let you ride him fully clothed without him finishing for a long time
he has wondering hands so his hands are always on your body, caressing your lower back while his other hand pushes your head deeper into the kiss, when he places his hand on your neck he doesn't really apply too much pressure as he enjoys caressing your throat with his thumb softly, he even places them on your hips to help you grind yourself against him
always says things like "you are going to be the death of me" "fuck i could do this forever" and tells you how pretty you look with your swollen lips (biiig big bottom lip sucker only to make them more swollen)
when you pull his hair he always lets out a soft groan and loves it even more when you also mark him up wbkkkk<333
✮ summary: the grief of losing foggy makes you think you can confront his killer firsthand, that quickly backfires.
✮ warnings: brief description of blood, the use (?) of a firearm, language.
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main m.list ⋆ benjamin poindexter m.list tbd
✮ gif by @seaside-storm
Moving from a small, quiet suburb to a city with nine million people was an adjustment; being Matt Murdock’s friend was a greater feat. It was hard to deal with a lawyer who took cases that were destined to lose, yet you stuck beside him through every hearing. With taking in clients like Frank Castle, learning that Matt was the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen was surprisingly easier.
What wasn’t easy, though, was having a half-dead man lying on what was supposed to be your bed for the night. With Fisk becoming mayor, you were thrown into hiding. Quitting your job, saying goodbye to your loved ones, and leaving your apartment without a trace was the beginning. Your resources became limited, relocating your essentials into a stuffy room with your closest friends, Matt and Karen.
But now, as you’re sitting here, a deranged killer unconscious in front of you. You can’t help but wonder, ‘Why the fuck is Benjamin Poindexter in my bed?'. Then Foggy came to mind. You remember the feeling of warmth blooming in his chest; Desperately trying to keep his blood in while being scared to push too hard, scared of causing him more pain even in his last moments. The sound of a body falling four stories, slamming on the floor erupted a scream, your nervous system sending your brain into overdrive.
What felt even worse was that you were considering taking Dex’s life. He wouldn’t know, and maybe, just maybe, you would find some sense of solace. An end to your survivor’s guilt, and bringing justice to your late friend. You fiddled with your fingers as tears stung your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you slouch into the shitty fold-out chair and bring your hands up to cover your face, as if that would shield you from the dangerous thoughts you were trying to conceal.
“What am I thinking?” You mumble.
A quiet groan shakes you out of your stupor, your eyes darting to the man in front of you. His shirt was off when Matt decided to patch his wounds. You could see his shallow breathing, his arms slightly twitching, the handcuffs restraining his movements. He was starting to wake, causing you to slowly reach for the handgun beside you. You hold it up, a strong grip that was quickly shaking as Dex’s eyes opened. He sighs, “You’re not Karen.”
“No,” you stand, “I’m not.”
He blinked away the haze of unconsciousness and sat up to the best of his ability; a small wince from his lips doesn’t go unnoticed. “You were there; I remember you.” You walk slowly, carefully, towards him. “When I killed Foggy–,” you shove the barrel into his forehead, a little too hard. You didn’t care; you needed him to stop talking.
“Shut up,” you mumble, venom laced in your tone. You let the tip of the barrel familiarize itself with his skin. “You say his name again, and that’ll be the last thing you ever say. Got it?”
He pushes his head further into your gun, “Got it.” And for whatever sick reason, he smiles. His split lip opens, blood running into his gums. He leans closer into your gun, and with a small tremor in your hands, he huffs a laugh, “You’re cracking. You’re not gonna shoot me.”
“Are you sure about that?” The click and release of the safety echoes throughout the room.
Like the psychopath he is, he leans into you more. Enough for your arm to bend, bringing him closer to you. You take a deep breath and try to regain your composure, “Stop.” Of course, he doesn’t. You sit on the bed and grab a fistful of his hair behind his head, “Fuck you.”
A groan erupts from deep within his chest as you pull on his hair, making your breath shudder. What the fuck? You stand quickly and readjust your grip on your gun, shaking off the feeling of arousal you felt from deep in your bones. Your quick movements make his eyes go wide, licking his teeth before he smirks again. “Looks like you’re not as innocent as you think you are in all of this.”
The unlatching of the door acted as your saving grace. Matt walks in with a haste in his step, quickly towards you. You put the gun back on the table and sigh, “Thank God.” You look towards Dex again; he lies back down, his eyes not leaving your figure, that same cursed smile painted on his lips.
You both knew nothing good could come out of this, yet only Dex knew he was willing to see how far he could push it.
✮ author's note: hi guys! long time no see, but i told my sister i write fics and she DEMANDED a dex fic immediately. and what kind of sister would i be if i said no? soooo, TA-FUCKING-DA! happy reading and hello again!!! asks/ requests are open!
You focus into a bright light shining into your face. Someone was holding a small flashlight into your eyes. Without warning you jerked back and tried to focus onto the person behind the flashlight. Wires tugged at your chest.. heart monitor, IV tubing settling you done onto the mattress.
“Easy,” the doctor murmured, now turning the flashlight off. “Seems like you woke up finally, your team was worried for you kid”
You held your hand to your throat, a sign of thirst the doctor picked up on. He turned to your beside table grabbing a glass of water. He handed it to you, making sure you took slow slips.
“Where am I?” You managed to say, trying to make sense of the situation. The room was dull and empty except for the person behind him.
“You’re in the medbay,” he said, before shooting the person behind him a look. “You took a hit on the field, thought we lost you.”
The person behind the doctor snorts and shakes his head before walking over.
“Saying they took a hit is putting it lightly.” The man said and stare at you. “Gaz had to drag you back after an enemy got you from behind. He found you before I could.. before anyone could.”
The man still had tactical gear on, a skull patterned balaclava covered his facial features. Gunk, oil and what seems like blood stuck to him. There was a slight narrow in his eyes as he took the sight of you.
“Shot..?” You repeated, before staring back at him. “wait.. who are you? I don’t know you.”
“Seriously?” The man replied with a small head shake. “Can’t even remember me.. it’s me Ghost.”
“Ghost..?” You mumble and then turn to the doctor. “You are a doctor.. so can you tell me what’s even happening.”
The doctor looked at you as he picked up the clipboard on the front of your bed. You scanned his coat seeing the name badge, ‘Travis’. Travis seemed to hesitate as he read over your chart and looked up at you.
“Memory loss isn’t unusual with trauma, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves here.” Travis says grabbing his bronchoscope and pressing it on your chest. “Does your head hurt? Any dizziness or body ache at the moment?”
“No, I just don’t know this man.” You jabbed a finger towards Ghost. “Or Gaz. Or any of this.”
“This isn’t funny kid, if you’re pulling some ‘I lost my memory’ pranks drop it.” Ghost hissed before blowing out a frustrated breath. “I told price you might pull some shit like this..”
The name Price tigger something deep into your memories, you heard that name before buy where?
You looked at ghost, really looked at him. The balaclava, gear and voice. A memory flashing through your head, you saw him once at a promotion campaign.. a campaign for a fucking game.
“No fucking way..” you whisper before starting to laugh. “Holy shit! This is fucking insane.. whatever the fuck I took to sleep made me insane!” You kept laughing and held your head. “Im in a fucking video game.. an actual video game..”
Ghost and the doctor exchanged a look, before looking back at you.
“Oh! The worst of all..” You moved a hand away from your head and pointed at ghost still laughing, tears now running down your cheeks from the laughter. “I.. I didn’t even want you or this game! I would have preferred Ghosts! Where I could see Keegan.. not.. you!”
There was a long silence from the doctor and ghost. Ghost stared at you, a worried look in his eyes as he really thought you lost your memory. That the person he knew before was gone replaced by some lunatic who thinks they’re in some video game.
“..So definitely some memory loss..” Travis mumbles to himself as he scribbled down on the clip board. “..I’ll have to give them the booty juice..”
