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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ are you ever going to tell me where we're going or am i being held hostage? ❜⠀⠀⠀/ @neonatals.
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⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀❛ are you ever going to tell me where we're going or am i being held hostage? ❜⠀⠀⠀/ @neonatals.
@neonatals said: [ needy grind ] clothes still on, sender grinds against receiver until they’re both panting, desperate for more + ROBBY 🤭
they don’t know how to have a normal night in. it was impossible for them, because at one point or another they always end up like this. hungry for each other, desperate to feel their bodies pressed as close as physically possible. it’s an insatiable need that time has only made stronger. sometimes they can make it upstairs, other times they barely make it in the door before the clothes start falling and they end up skin to skin right against the wall. god, right now he wishes their clothes were not an obstacle. robby wants to tear the clothes from her body, take her right here on the couch, but she’s making any coherent thought fly out the window as she moves above him, grinding against his rapidly growing erection.
his hands cling to her clothed hips like a lifeline, dragging her down harder, desperate for the friction, the relief that only she can provide him. his lips place wet kisses against her collarbone, the only skin that’s visible to him in this moment. it’s not enough, but robby also can’t bring himself to stop the delicious movements above him. ❝ fuck… ❞ the curse rolls easily off his tongue as his hips thrust up, meeting her needy grind with his own. ❝ you feel so good. ❞
THIS IS EITHER THE WORST IDEA HE'S HAD or it's genius. Could it possibly be a combination of both? Ben sighs, standing outside Addison Montgomery's office as he holds up a slightly curled first to knock on her door. Good fuckin' going, Callahan. Take the woman who despises the very fibre of your being and ask her to be your pretend wife.
He's surprised when the door opens and he pauses, clearing his throat. " --- was just coming to get you. He's here, and I thought..." Ben gestures down the hallway, "We could walk in together."
@neonatals for DOCTOR BEN. from here.
"i'm starting to think the only environment that i really know how to thrive in is one of survival." it says a lot about her as a person that the words don't really bother her, or what they imply about her as a person. it's just a simple fact. one that settles in, like an open wound that refuses to heal but never gets worse. the problem, she knows, is that she's not had enough sleep. or food. or caffeine. especially when going into hour thirty-one of what was supposed to be a simple twelve hour shift. finally allowing her head to roll against the wall behind her, meredith lets her gaze rest on whoever had fallen victim to her presence when sitting down on the empty bed next to her ( it doesn't actually surprise her to see addison ). "what does that say about me?"
starter call for @neonatals !
LIKED : dialogue starter / @neonatals
featuring: michael robinavitch and addison montgomery
❝ did they try to buy your department contentment with pizza too? or is the pitt just special? ❞
3...2....1! Happy New Year!!! The chorus of cheers and very happy drunk people cascade around the room as Ben slowly smiles, a familiar boyish grin, cheeky in its nature as he pulls Addison towards him without another word. He takes her head in both of his hands as he kisses her deeply. With want and a reckoning that has been decades in the making.
"Happy New Year's." He murmurs, only breaking for a moment, lips tingling as they're still close, " --- Have I mentioned how hot you look in that dress tonight?"
@neonatals wanted a kissy kissy nye
@neonatals said: “ is it noticeable? “ + liv
one brow raises as she peers over the frame of her glasses. the question was absurd, because she clearly already knew the answer. she closes the file and sets it down on the coffee table. unfortunately for her, work had no other choice but to follow her home to what was meant to be wine night. instead, for olivia, it would be a two glass maximum wine night just in case.
❝ i would notice it from a mile away. ❞ her honesty is blunt as she grabs her glass, taking a careful sip. ❝ pretty sure wine night is supposed to be when we spill all our secrets under the guise that we’re too tipsy to remember, even though we know full well what we’re saying and remember every detail. ❞ the glass is placed back on the table, and olivia tucks her legs up underneath her. ❝ so, are you going to enlighten me on who gave you a hickey the size of mars, or no? ❞
@neonatals said: do you know anyone here? + liv
oh, olivia knows a few faces here, but it does little help her comfort level. as the captain of SVU she knows how to socialize, how to put on a friendly face and pretend she’s having a good time, but the reality? she hates coming to these big gala events. she would rather be at home with her son, lounging on the couch in their pajamas watching silly movies and eating ice cream. instead she has to be here, making an appearance and chatting up all the higher ups because the chief of D’s told her so.
❝ i went on a date with him once. ❞ she gestures with a nod towards a man in a suit standing by the bar. a doctor, but not at the hospital addison resides. ❝ i knew it was a lost cause because all he could talk about was the varying ways to identify cancer. biggest mood killer. ❞