would actually anyone be interested in a jack abbot fic where dr. robby snaps at fem resident reader and she snaps back at him too and then jack sees the scene, reader goes to the rooftopm, jack follows her and comfort her?
Indigo ! reader who... due to family complications leaves Maine and continues her residency at the Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center (PTMC).
Indigo ! reader who... always carries a silver locket necklace either around her neck or in the pocket of her scrubs.
Indigo ! reader who... is empathetic and kind towards her patients, always providing them with the best treatment and mental support possible. Her professionalism and expertise, despite her young age, are envied by many.
Indigo ! reader who... is not afraid to stand up for herself or recognize when it’s time to take a break and step out of the game. She spends little to no time socializing with her coworkers, preferring to focus entirely on her patients, thus preventing his colleagues from getting to know his deepest and most sensitive side. For these reasons, she is deemed by many as aggressive, distant and cold.
Indigo ! reader who...will never admit how lonely she feels, nor will she admit having a soft spot for some of the night crawlers.
Indigo ! reader who...finds comfort in the ocean, in its beautiful, deep, rich colors, in the sound of its waves crashing on the shore and in the smell of its briny and salty water.
Indigo ! reader who... can’t bear the night and the stillness and apparent calm it brings with it.
Indigo ! reader who... tunes into music whenever she experiences a moment of discomfort, pain or an anxiety episode. Her comfort albums are Blue Bell Knoll by Cocteau Twins and Carrie & Lowell by Sufjan Stevens but her playlist features also other artists like Beach House, Radiohead, Slowdive and You’ll Never Get to Heaven.
Indigo ! reader who... can’t begin nor finish her shift without drinking a cup of tea. She was the one who filled the lounge cupboards with all kinds of tea boxes.
Indigo ! reader who... finds in handwritten letters a timeless act of love and care, a gesture that feels more intimate than anything else. There’s nothing quite like receiving one, even when the words contained in it are painful to read.
Hello everyone! I'm currently writing a Jack Abbot fic (more details about the plot here) and since I had some very specific ideas about reader's personal history my bb @musingsofheaven adviced me to come up with a oc character, so here we are. Let me know what you think, mwah <3
WARNINGS: nsfw content, dom/sub dynamics, spanking, grinding, piv (protected), kind of dirty language, weird friendship, cum play (?), sadness, mention of self harm and addiction, MOVIE SPOILERS.
WORD COUNT: 3.3 K
PAIRING: bsf!rafe x reader
A/N: Hi guys! welcome to my blog. this is my first time writing a fic. I watched Secretary (2002) a few days ago and its complexity inspired me to write this. I hope you'll like it ♡♡♡
I highly recommend listening to Massive Attack - Angel while reading this ;) English is not my first language, so please, be kind. If you have any suggestions or tips feel free to write them! 🤍
Also I wanted to thank @cherrywriterrr since she gave me tons of useful advice, thank you bb 🩷💋
the lacy divider is from @uzmacchiato ⭐️
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MDNI.
You were aware of the fact that your friendship with Rafe wasn’t exactly a normal one. You knew it by the way he stared at you when he would make out with a random girl at a party and you would smirk at him, or by the way he placed his hand on your lower back – dangerously close to your ass – whenever he introduced you to anybody, or by the way you always found yourself caressing his thigh whenever he was driving or sitting next to you. You were conscious of the sexual tension that there was between the two of you and yet, you couldn’t care less. You loved the consuming feeling that grew inside you every single time he would leave your house after doing anything but properly handling the tension. It turned you on even more, maybe deeply inside you were a masochist but again, you didn’t care. You adored the unconventionality of both your friendship and your personalities.
Little did you know that tonight all of that buildup tension will finally explode.
It was a Friday night, and you were bored, you didn’t know what to do besides thinking about your life and your past. It was doing you no good, you were spiraling and that’s when you decided to text him.
You: wanna come over and watch a movie?
He replied immediately.
Ray <3 : be there in fifteen, Angel.
You chuckled, he always called you like that and somehow you hated it. You didn’t think of yourself exactly as an angel, but it didn’t matter because to him you were. “You are my angel…come from way above, to bring me love” he confessed you once while he was high on cocaine a little after Ward kicked him out of Tannyhill. In that occasion you made him stay at your place for a bit. But before you could think of anything else you heard the bell ring. You rushed downstairs to open the door. And there he was.
“Hi Angel, I brought some snacks” he informed you while pulling you into a hug.
“Hi Ray, didn’t have to” you said, slowly releasing yourself from it.
“Yeah, but I wanted to…wait, are you already in your pyjama?”
You rolled your eyes. “It’s 10 pm Ray and to be more precise this is a nightgown.”
His eyes scanned your body and then they lingered on your short purple nightgown. He licked his lips, only to breathlessly murmur “Yeah…shit a nightgown, not a pyjama.”
Your core began to ache. He was pathetic. He had been at your house for less than five minutes, and he was already looking at you as if he wanted to rip all of your clothes off. And even though you were fond of the idea you still thought he was pathetic; but at the same time you realized that you didn’t know whether you were able to keep up with this lustful game anymore, and if in the foreseeable future he didn’t made the first move, you were going to take the lead.
In the meantime, though, you had to pretend that his gaze wasn’t affecting you at all. So, you grabbed the snacks that he brought from his hands and said “I’m going to take these to my room and choose the movie. You should get changed too Ray; your stuff is at the same place”. He nodded and then the two of you headed upstairs.
While he was changing in the bathroom you opened your computer and looked for the movie. Secretary. You heard this title slipping from the mouth of some girl at your favorite café. You didn’t mean to listen to the whole conversation but the title, combined with the words she pronounced after, caught your attention. She referred to the movie “as something silly perfect to watch on a Friday night” and her friends agreed with her. You decided to go for this title, since you did in fact need to watch something silly.
“Secretary uh...do you want me to think about work even on a Friday night Angel?
You jolted. “Jesus Rafe, you scared the shit outta me!” You were too immerged in your own thoughts to hear him coming out of the bathroom.
He laughed softly while sitting on the bed, right next to you. His eyes met yours and he said
“I’m sorry Angel didn’t mean to scare you.”
Then he placed a kiss dangerously close to your lips and then he smiled. Your skin burned at such contact. He knew what he was doing, and you knew what he was doing. He was desperately trying to seduce you, to push you to your limit, to finally put an end to all of that heated tension that has been building up between the two of you. You noticed his intention not only by the kiss or by the smile he just gave you, but by what he was wearing. A fitted black t-shirt that emphasized all of his muscles and a pair of navy checked bottoms. From all of the things he left at your place he choose to wear these, interesting choice. You mentally laughed. Manwhore. But even though you found his behavior hot and irresistible, you decided to not give up, yet. It was too early, your movie night had just begun, and you wanted to see how far he would go. That’s why you rolled your eyes in response to his fake apology, pretending that you didn’t notice his intentions, and that frustrated him.
“By the way, yes Ray, the secretary. I heard some random girls talking about it at the cafè, they said it was silly-”
He interrupted you. “What’s going on?” He asked you softly while his eyes searched yours. You didn’t answer.
“Were you spiraling ?” His tone was more concerned now.
You didn’t have the courage to look at him in the eyes so instead, you decided to lower you gaze and focusing on the fabric of your bedsheets and then you murmured a “How do you know?”
“Cause you hate silly movies, since they often don’t portray complex characters and tropes, and that’s a problem to you. You want movies to be complicated, you want to dwell on them for days and days until you finally understand them. And don’t even get me started on the characters, they need to be complicated, complex, unconventional so that you can make yours a part of them, because, ultimately, as you always say, complexity is the only constant in your life. You only reach for silly movies when you want some relief. That’s how I know.”
At the sound of his words, you immediately lifted your gaze with eyes full of gratefulness. You were both speechless and surprised by the way he could read you so easily, by the way he knew you like the palm of his hand. You didn’t even open your mouth and yet he already knew what was going on with you. He was the only one who truly understood you and there was no doubt that he was your person, and you were absolutely grateful to have him in your life.
He was already looking at you, with a compassionate expression. He figured instantly that you were not in the mood to talk about what was bothering you, so he preferred to shift to something else.
“Shall we press play and distract a bit Angel?”
You nodded, while placing the computer on your lap, while he was adjusting on the bed. And then finally you pressed play, ready to finally distract yourself and have a fun night with your best friend.
But the universe seemed to have other plans for you tonight. It was clear from the very first few seconds of the movie that it wasn’t as silly as those girls in the cafè described it. You shouldn’t have trusted them. Rafe noticed it too but decided to stay silent. Even though it wasn’t superficial as you expected it to be and brought you a certain wave of sadness and familiarity, you decided to continue to watch it since the feeling was bearable.
And then when you thought that everything was under control the scene came.
E: Why do you cut yourself, Lee?
L: I don't know.
E: Is it that sometimes the pain inside has to come to the surface and when you see evidence of the pain inside, you finally know you're really here? Then, when you watch the wound heal, it's comforting. Isn't it?
L: I... That's a way to put it.
You immediately proceed to pause the movie. Those words hit you like a bus. You swallowed hard, your eyes brimming with tears, eager to be released. But you didn’t want to cry, no, not today, not after having forgotten that dark period of your life; that’s why you decided to lift your gaze up to the ceiling, hoping to hold back your tears. But in that moment, your mind thought of Ray. If the scene made you like this, you couldn’t imagine how your best friend was feeling. You turned to him, only to meet a misty-eyed expression.
“Hey” you both said in unison.
Then, unexpectedly he took your right forearm, bringing it over to his lips. And then he placed a soft kiss over the only scar that remained.
“It’s over now okay? Don’t think about it, you’re a different person now.” He whispered to you, trying desperately to fight back his tears.
You only nodded and then pulled him into a desperate hug. And there neither of you could hold back anymore. You could feel him sobbing into the corner of your neck, and he could feel you, coating his t-shirt with tears.
You then pressed your lips to the nape of his neck, a conforming kiss, that meant more than anything to him and told him
“Same goes for you Ray. He’s gone now, and with him most of your problems. Do not forget that you matter and that you’re a good person.” Your words made him cry even more.
You both remained in that hug for quite a while and then, when things calmed down you pressed play again, deciding to continue the movie, despite everything.
But as the second part of the movie began, the whole energy in the room shifted. Sadness left the place, and a new lustful sentiment – that echoed the one of the film – found its way into your bedroom. Rafe was particularly sensitive to the kinky scenes portrayed. You could hear him swallow, exhaling profoundly and repeatedly adjusting his position. You didn’t utter a word. You only glanced and his lap and found his pants tighter around that area.
You then brought your focus back to the movie, but you were growing sensitive too, seeing Ray like that made you realize that the sexual tension was getting exhausting and not so fun anymore, at least for you, that’s why you decided to test the waters. You started by placing you right hand onto his left thigh, then you gently caressed it. Nothing too odd, you did this all the time. But then your hand went higher and higher, arriving near his sensitive area. That’s where you stopped, you didn’t want to push him to do anything. In response, he moved his left hand towards yours and he interlaced his pinky with yours. Consent. Like in the movie. This little gesture allowed you to finally touch his bulge. You felt him growing harder under you and that aroused you, incredibly. And as the film continued, your hand stayed there. The kinky scenes continued too, and that, in combination with Rafe, turned you on even more than you already were, reason why when it ended you immediately got out of the bed and headed towards your desk, and you pulled it away from the window.
The sudden noise made Rafe jump out of bed. He stood in front of you. He was confused, why were you moving your furniture in the middle of the night? But then he saw you.
You, bended over the desk with your ass now facing the window. Forearms and hands supporting your angelic face. You gave him a sultry stare. He swallowed hard, that intense eye contact both intimidated and intrigued him.
Then firm words left your lips “I want to be your secretary.”
He didn’t reply anything further. He understood where this demand was leading, and he proceeded to walk his way towards you.
When you felt his presence behind you, you turned your head to your Ray and then you “innocently” said “Rafe, I made a mistake…a typo I thin-”
He didn’t let you finish. “The only mistake that you have ever made Angel, was not taking the lead before.”
“Then punish me for it.” You returned with a lower tone.
These words sparked something in him. He didn’t expect this behavior from you. To him you were an Angel, and now you were transforming yourself into another creature, a siren, ready to seduce her prey and use it at her disposal. And yet, he found this version of you as intoxicating as the previous one. He knew that tonight even if there would have been moments in which he would have been more dominant, ultimately you were the one in charge, and that sat perfectly fine with him. He would do anything to make you fulfilled and happy, even if this meant setting aside his dominant nature.
“Then look at the door Angel and place your forearms and hands on the desk.” He ordered you.
“Yes Sir.” You smirked and proceeded to do as he said.
Then he lifted your nightgown , softly caressing your ass before giving you the first spank. He hit you so hard that you had to cling to the surface. You moaned. It hurt so badly, but you loved it. Then several followed and each slap left a burning sting across your skin which made you soaking wet. But even though this moment was making you scream out of pleasure, it wasn’t enough. You wanted more, you wanted him. That’s why you ordered him to stop, and he obeyed.
You changed position, now you were standing in front of him and also very close to him. So close that he was about to kiss you.
“Take off your shirt.” You demanded and he did so. “You’re so hot Ray, your body was sculpted by an artist.” You admirably said while touching his muscles.
He bit his lips and again, he tried to close the gap between the two of you, but you didn’t let him. Instead, you laid yourself on the desk, elbows supporting your body. He scanned it and then his gaze landed on your mouth. And since you couldn’t resist any more, you nodded. You wanted him to do more, anything than just kissing. And as if he could read your mind, he satisfied you.
A wild sentiment grew in him, you could feel it by his eyes and then, in no time at all, he tore your nightgown apart and smashed his lips with yours. You gasped. It was a long, needy, eager kiss born after all of those years of buildup tension. There wasn’t anything sweet about it, but it didn’t matter, this was what the both of you needed.
Your hands to his clanged back and your legs to his hips. This contact enabled you to grind against his core, making you thus a moan mess.
He then began to place wet kisses across your neck and collarbone, while his hands navigated through your body.
“You’re pure perfection Angel. Fuck- this body was made to worship. Can’t believe that I’m finally able to touch it.” He said between one kiss and another.
“Ray…” you breathlessly murmured “I can’t wait any more, I need you inside me. I’m on the pill.”
“You wish is my command.”
He wasted no time, took off your panties and his remaining clothes and you saw. His hard, big cock. You heard some rumors regarding you’re bestfriend dimensions but you couldn’t imagine that it was that big. Fuck it was perfect, you couldn’t wait to feel it inside you.
He then decided to tease you a bit by grinding his length onto your core. But he didn’t have the right to decide, not since he never made the first move.
“No teasing Rafe, you’re not in charge, remember that.” You firmly said.
He smirked in response and then he shove it inside you. He groaned and you moaned out of pleasure. His dick was stretching you perfectly.
“Fuck Angel, your pussy is clenching me perfectly. Think that my dick was for you.” He said while whimpering.
“I think that too Ray.” You whined.
He continued thrusting in you but now you were adjusting at the pace and it was becoming boring, and again, you needed more. You wanted him to tear you apart, to ruin you without mercy.
“Don’t hold back Ray, I made an unforgivable mistake, remember?” You said with a desperate tone.
“Shit-right, you made a mistake, a huge one I forgot”
And then he slammed in you. You screamed. Each thrust was now, hard, rough, wild. So rough that you had to grip to his back, which now was decorated with your scratches. That’s what you needed, and Rafe, was more than welcome to give you what you wanted.
The room now was filled with curse words, screams, moans and the noise of your bodies smashing into one another. Everything was a mess, a lustful one.
Your body was rushed by a wave of pleasure that you’ve never experienced before and you started to realize that soon you would have reached your climax.
“Ray, baby, I’m close.” You cried.
Baby. The word that escaped your lips sent him to heaven and you felt his cock twitch inside you.
“Fuck, say that again, please.” He breathlessly begged you .
“What exactly, baby ?” You questioned him with a mischievous tone.
“Uh- yes that.” He whimpered.
You smirked. “You’re pathetic Rafe-uh. Little Kook King getting so desperate and messy because his best friend called him baby. I bet that all of those whores that you fucked before never saw you like this, and never called you baby.” You hissed.
“No, never Angel, -ah.”
Then you grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced him to look at you. “Look at me and say it. Say it Ray, say that I am the only one who can see you like this, can treat you like the fucking whore that you are and can call you baby.” You spitted with an even more aggressive and possessive tone.
He struggled to meet your eyes, since he was too caught up in his own pleasure but then he breathlessly replied. “You are the only one Angel, no one else- uh can treat me like a whore and call me baby ah shit I’m close.”
At the sound of his words you groaned, louder than ever. Your vision hazed and finally your climax was reached.
Soon after he followed you, but instead of filling your core with his semen he pulled out his cock and released it on your stomach.
Oh you were pissed now. He noticed that, the look you gave him made him swallow.
“Clean it Rafe.” You ordered.
“Shit yeah-umh sorry Angel, I forgot that you were on the pill. Where are the tissues?” He stuttered.
“No tissues baby, use your tongue.”
He followed your order. His mouth moved closer to your now sticky area and he meticulously cleaned everything of it, making sure that not a single drop of his cum could befoul your angelic body.
“You are such a good boy Rafe.”
Then the both of you stood up and the words that followed after surprised you.
“We can´t do this 24 hours a day a 7 days a week.” He confessed you with a lower voice.
An amused smirk lit your face “We´ll see that, Ray. ” Then you placed a kiss dangerously close to his lips, like he previously did.
And with that you directed yourself bathroom, leaving him in front of the desk chokehold.
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