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sweetttsummer · 10 days ago

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the three times you’re called chase’s wife (+ the one time it’s true)

dr. robert chase x fem!reader

summary: i fear the title says it all. three times you’re called chase’s wife and the one time its true!

this is connected to my one shot here! but can be read as a standalone (i think?) !!!!

wc: 4.1k

tw: actually…none? this is lowkey just fluff

author’s note: my last chase fic was so well received and the house md fandom as just been so nice and welcoming... i felt the urge to give yall some more. i feel like i could make a whole universe within this world so :p there are a few plot points i could make one shots within this one like the cave marriage, the convo they have in the second part, so many let me know what yall would like best! (not beta read as usual)

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The first time it happened, neither you or Chase had been particular keen on correcting the doctor. Chase had already been a bit a problem, forcing Dr. Lovell to give you a check up in the first place. It had been at least a year since you had any sort of flare up with your GBS, a year and a half since you were first diagnosed, first reconnected with Robert Chase.

Really, the first few months were the hardest, and sometimes it felt like Chase was still living in those months. So when he let you know he had gotten an appointment with an important neuromuscular neurologist and he pressed a quick kiss onto the top of your head you deiced to indulge him.

Now you both sat in the separate waiting room, you humming a little under your breath as you glanced around the space. Chase had settled in the chair for about 10 seconds before he started to chew on his thumb nail. You weren’t exactly sure why Chase had been working himself into a fit about your health lately, but chalked it up to the fact that the anniversary of your diagnosis had passed with no real fuss. You spent the weekend excited to celebrate the anniversary you truly cared about, your first full year with Chase.

It had been incredible, at least after you finally found yourself back at full health. The first three months Chase had hovered a little, used all his vacation days to come to your doctors appointments, helped you with simple tasks like putting on your shoes, learned to cook your favorite soup and tried to make you eat it every other day, (“Really Robert, you’re a doctor, you know soup isn’t actually a medical solution, right?” you had joked as you ate another bowl for dinner “Its January in New Jersey and you have a weak immune system still, I just want to keep you warm,” his response had you eating soup well into May).

You pulled Chase’s hand from his mouth and laced your fingers together, giving his hand a small squeeze to catch his attention. His gaze immediately turned to you, the obvious concern laced within it. You pressed a kiss against the back of his hand before you spoke.

“What are you worried about? I’ve been in recovery for longer than I was sick, I told you I’d mention if something felt wrong. The only reason this Doctor is even entertaining this is because who you work for,”

“Actually, it’s because who my father was,” Robert squeezed your hand three times before letting out a small sigh, “Cameron told me that GBS can reoccur in 2-3% of cases, and you’ve never been good at taking care of yourself,”

“Well that’s why you’ve been taking care of me, and you’re great at it,” You joked a little before realizing what he said earlier, “Did you name drop your dead father for this appointment?”

Robert shrugged a little at your question, “Thought maybe he’d finally give us something good,”

You went to argue against it hating the idea that you’d owe his father anything when the door to the room swung open revealing Dr. Lovell.

“Sorry about that, just wanted to double check everything,” Dr. Lovell shut the door behind herself and stood in front of you guys.

You felt a tight squeeze against your hand again and couldn’t help but hum back a small confirmation that you felt it.

“Well (Y/N),” Dr. Lovell paused, “You are perfectly healthy for a women your age, at least from my standpoint, all the tests came back as they should, you haven’t complained about any weird muscle pains, or headaches, you seem in my medical opinion, completely healthy.”

You nodded a little as she spoke, none of it shocked you, you knew you were healthy, felt good, so instead you simply turned to look at Robert, “See, told you, nothing to worry about,” teasing tone obvious.

“Your wife is right, Dr. Chase,” Dr. Lovell couldn’t help but have a small smirk break through the professional tone, “You should trust her,”

If it had been any other doctor asking for this appointment Dr. Lovell would have found a way to avoid the whole situation, but once one of her nurses had told her it was Rowan Chase’s son and he was part of Dr. House’s team, she bit the bullet and accepted the appointment.

Robert had opened his mouth to correct Dr. Lovell, tell her that you weren’t married yet, didn’t want to confuse her or made you uncomfortable at the implication but was quickly distracted by you leaning into his side a little jostling him. You didn’t seem phased at all at the title, didn’t even think about correcting the doctor.

“Yeah you should trust me,” Your tone was barely laced with relief, (sure you knew you were healthy, but now having Chase understand it, does cause a small amount of relief,) “I know I already used one but, how many ‘told you so’s’ does this get me,” You joked and bumped your nose against the side of his cheek.

Robert leaned into the affection without any real thought happy to feel you close to him at any point, Dr. Lovell couldn’t help but look away the small touches intimate in a strange way. She took a moment to pull out some papers that the nurse will walk you through and nodded a small goodbye to Dr. Chase before she slipped out of the room.

“You stay that healthy and you can tell me you told me so every day for all I care,” Robert sighed a little at the nuzzle you seemed to lean into once Dr. Lovell slipped out.

“Sounds like a deal,” You sigh back a little silly in love.

Chase turns his face without thinking and presses a kiss against your nose, followed by a kiss against your forehead, finally he moves his empty hand and brings you closer for an actual kiss.

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The second time it happens, you’re not even around, and he still jumps at the idea of the word freaking you out.

Chase hadn’t seen you much in the last two weeks, having been completely engulfed in the case that House had brought the team. It wasn’t a rare occurrence and the first time, he had come home with flowers, tried to cook dinner dead on his feet, looking for anyway to apologize for his absence. He had watched the toll it took on his mother when his father was always away, couldn’t help but imagine you wasting away in his (now your) apartment, learning to spite him for making you love him enough you can’t leave, saved your life so you couldn’t leave when you stop loving him. He had thrown himself into a small spiral on his drive home, not helped by his poorly state. So when you walked into the apartment (having a late night yourself at the law firm), you were shocked to see an exhausted Robert cheeks red from trying to cook, bags starting to development under his eyes and obviously flustered by your sudden appearance. You kicked into action fairly easily, pulled him from the stove forced him into the shower and finished dinner. While he was in the shower you had gotten out of your work clothes, pulled out something comfortable for him and by the time he was out, the apartment was lowly lit, dinner ready and you had cleaned your face in the guest bathroom, cheeks shiny clean and fresh.

It wasn’t until you forced him into bed, earlier than he was use to, that he realized you had taken care of him, the opposite of what he had set out to have happen. He mumbled an apology and you had pulled him in, letting him rest against your chest and pressed a small kiss against the top of his still slightly damp hair, you made a mental note to ask him why he was sorry in the morning.

Since then, Chase had done his best to take your advice (“Don’t think about me when you’re working a case, especially if it’s just to make yourself feel bad, that useless to both of us and your patients,”), and it worked well. He didn’t have to feel guilty about being completely engulfed within each case, didn’t imagine you waiting up for him anymore, (“Robert, I love you, and I promise not to wait up for you unless I want to,”).

Still, you appeared in places he didn’t even realize, he saw your presence in the strawberry pudding that the nurses passed out once a week, in the shirts he knows you’d like that Cameron wore, in the amount of creamer that Foreman poured into his shitty coffee. Now, he’s seeing you in the worst place, the patient. She shared your hair color, your body type, even the name felt a little close to yours, but he had called you during lunch and now he was ready again.

The patient had a turn for the worse, now in a medically induced coma, just a few feet away. Chase had let Foreman take the lead, speaking to the husband about the three risky treatments that the team had come to believe would be the best choices. Chase wasn’t listening to the way Foreman was exampling the condition, the treatment, he was wrapped in the diagnosis, disagreeing with both Foreman and Cameron but having no good rebuttal.

“Are you married Dr. Foreman?” The husband asked when Foreman was finally done explaining, “If this was your wife, laying here, could you make the choice?”

It was obvious the husband was sick of doctors who weren’t giving real answers yet acted like they knew everything, sick of the idea of a doctor and not a friend. The most important person in his life was on the edge of dying and strangers who, as far as he knew, didn’t care were in charge of helping them.

Foreman shook his head, “No, I’m not married but-“

The husband immediately cut him off, against irritating Foreman, “So when I say to imagine it’s your wife you can’t, not really, neither of you can understand the situation I’m in,”

Chase heard the annoyed guff Foreman let out under his breath, “Mr. Bryon, I get that-“ Foreman started again

“No you don’t”

Foreman clenched his jaw and glanced over to where Chase stood and suddenly unclenched his jaw, “Okay you’re right, I don’t get it, but,” Foreman made eye contact with Chase for just a moment before obviously make a choice,

“Dr. Chase has been where you are, I might not understand, but his wife and him have been in this position” Foreman stepped back subtly letting Chase finally take the lead, emphasizing the small white lie for Chase to follow.

The husband pulled his eyes from his wife and instead looked at Chase, large eyes obviously looking for someone to have some sort of understanding of the panic, the ice cold fear that had started in his limbs and spread across as his wife got sicker and sicker.

“Your wife is sick?”

“Was” Chase corrected without a second thought. It was his own instinct, you weren’t sick anymore he had made sure of that, would keep making sure of that and couldn’t imagine letting the idea of you currently being sick infect his own mind.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” The husband, in his worst situation, assumed the worse.

Chase immediately shook his head, then paused and debated using the phrase. My wife. He thought of the way you’ve reacted to the word before the few times you had heard it, how the first time with Dr. Lovell, it was like you didn’t even hear it. He never asked you about it, and you never brought it up. Obviously, he never doubted he wanted to call you his wife since you found each other again, but he had never asked if you wanted to be his wife even in theory. What would you do if you found out he was about to use the phrase out loud? Then he remembered ‘Don’t think about me when you’re working a case, especially if it’s just to make yourself feel bad’.

In a few seconds, Chase made his decision. He came closer to the husband and reached his hand into the pocket of his slacks. He pulled out his wallet and in the slot that had previously held the only letter he thought you wrote, a photo now resided. You had printed out a few of them to decorate the apartment, and he had stolen this one when he thought you weren’t looking, the smallest print of the two of you on your first vacation. Without a second thought he smiled a little at the photo, neither of you were looking at the camera, instead looking at each other in mid laugh as the self timer on the camera had gone off. He can’t exactly remember what he had said, but he had made you laugh and that was enough to have him laughing. He had loved the photo immediately, proof that he made you happy, and you only printed it out because he insisted. He flipped the photo around so Mr. Bryon could look at it.

“Look Mr. Bryon, When my wife was sick, Dr. House and his team were the ones who helped us,” He doesn’t mention the fact that he had found the correct diagnosis, “But, they can’t make the choices of someone who loves her, that’s on you. She picked you to make these choices, it’s hard, but you have to make them. In sickness and in health, right?”

Chase ignores the way Foreman seems to cross his arms and try to peer over to see if Chase was being sincere, instead focusing back on the photo he was holding this time upside down so Mr. Bryon could keep looking at it, “Feels nearly impossible when it’s someone so important, but you’re the one who knows what she’d pick, you know her the best and she’s trusting you, so you should trust yourself. It can work out fairly well in my experience” Mr. Bryon’s had been staring at it for a moment as he spoke but now that Chase was smiling down at the photo, Mr. Bryon took a second to debate Dr. Chase’s legitimacy.

Mr. Bryon looked back at his wife on the hospital bed for a long moment before turning back to Dr. Foreman, “Can you walk me through the options once more?”

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The third time it happens, it’s not Chase or you that are flustered by the phrase. After Chase had come home destroyed by a patient’s death, you had stayed up with him and did whatever you could to comfort him. It was about 3am when he moved his head off your lap on the couch. He was poorly lit by the television playing whatever early morning news the station had switched to. He rubbed his sore eyes a little before looking at you, gaze unwavering, and asked if you see yourselves married at some point. After that, it was easy to see it in the future, something to come eventually.

Now, Cameron sat at the cafeteria table with Chase as they waited for you to join them for dinner. It wasn’t the first time you had visited Chase at work, but it was the first time Cameron had decided to tag along. She had the chance to get to know you over the years she had worked with Chase at events he had been forced to attend, during quick chats when he forgot something at home and you had to drop it off, late nights after a case when you eventually joined them for a drink. It was weird leaving the team, but after some time away she came to the conclusion she could dislike what happened during her time there and still want to stay friends with the people she had met there, so she invited herself to lunch when she had seen Chase in passing.

Cameron was munching on a fry while Chase started to complain about the way the patient was acting about treatments they were offering when suddenly he heard your voice approach the table. He looked up to see you chitchatting with a nurse that you had grown to recognize every time you swung by, one that had helped you out when you had your own stay here.

You waved a little as you approached the table with the nurse, she spoke up before you had the chance, “Ran into your wife in the elevator, sorry I held her up,”

Chase stood up from the bench seat and smiled a little at the nurse before turning his attention completely on you, “Thanks for keeping her company,” He hummed a little as he watched you lean up towards him for a kiss.

Cameron furrowed her eyebrows a little at the way you both slide past the nurse calling you his wife. She watched Chase leaned down just a smidge and meet you for a kiss. It was a short kiss, just a peck, not enough to satisfy Chase as was obvious in the way he pulled you a little close his nose coming to the top of your head for a small kiss,

“It was nice catching up with you!” You spoke to the nurse, completely causal about the way Chase seemed to almost test how close he could pull you before someone started looking at you guys funny, “Wanna join us for lunch?” You asked as you pressed a gentle hand against the hand Chase had resting on your shoulder.

The nurse shook her head, “Gotta go finish rounds, next time?”

Once the nurse said her goodbyes you slipped away from Chase’s hold long enough to slide into the booth that Chase was sitting in and holding out your hand to him. Cameron sent you a weak smile as she watched Chase take your hand and slide into the booth, asking for another kiss once he’s settled. You give in without thought.

“If you got married and didn’t invite me, I will be beyond angry.” Cameron finally spoke up, breaking up the kiss. “Really you guys wouldn’t even really be together if I minded my own business, so if anything, I should be maid of honor, just saying”

Chase took his hand out of yours once you pulled your lips off of his, “That’s not true,” He deadpanned as he reached his arm over your shoulder and took a carrot off his plate before sliding the plate closer to you.

You shrugged a little, unsure if it was completely untrue. You eyed the plate of food that Chase grabbed too much of for himself alone and picked up a grape, “Probably not completely untrue honey,” You looked up at Cameron as you chewed the grape and realized she was truly offended.

“Alison, of course we didn’t get married you would obviously be invited,” You grabbed the fork Chase pushed towards you and you poked around the bowl of salad.

“Well that nurse just called you his wife!” Alison gapped a little.

Chase can’t help but preen a little when the he notices you’re biting back at smile at the sound of the words, you shrug it off, “It’s not a big deal, especially when it’ll happen anyways,” You gather your favorite bits of the salad onto your fork and shovel a small bit into your mouth.

Cameron looks over at Chase and tries to reason with her eyes for him to confess if you guys did get married, Chase could tell and immediately gave her a deadpan look, “Not married yet,” He confirmed and raised his left hand as if to display the lack of a ring.

“Yet?” Cameron raised her eyebrow.

“Yet” you and Chase say together.

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The fourth time, it’s finally true. He’s fairly sure that’s why House had called him out on it, had picked his words carefully when he walked in perfectly on time into the conference room.

“How’s the missus, Dr. Chase?” House sat at the end of the table, “Did she take your last name?”

“The wedding isn’t for another three months,” Park spoke from her spot at the conference table confused, “Didn’t you get the invite?”

Chase internal groaned a little at how oblivious Park could be when it comes to House’s scheming.

“So much to learn,” House stood up and hobbled over to where Chase was sitting leaning over his shoulder just a little “Being married and having a wedding are two different things. See to be married, all you need is a witness and an officiant, right Chase?”

Chase rolled his eyes a little and leaned back in his chair, his hands had been shoved in his pocket since he had sat down, “I get back from vacation and you’re already trying to annoy me? Might be a new record House”

He had taken a month off, you said you wanted to visit Australia again before you had your wedding, joked and called it a pre wedding honeymoon and he couldn’t resist it when you phrased it like that. It wasn’t in the itinerary to get married, but suddenly you were both in one of the caves you use to hang out in when you were young and the plan seemed to form as you speak, Chase had stepped out for two minutes, made a few calls and suddenly you were both in your fanciest vacation clothes, cold sand between your toes and rings slipped on. You made him swear to keep the official wedding date, this one was just for you two.

“Would anyone like to talk about the case I brought or?” Dr. Adams huffed a little

Chase went to reach for the case file with his right hand, House brought his cane up just barely and lightly smacked Chase’s moving right hand,

“Ouch,” Chase gritted out annoyed and pulled his left hand out of his coat rubbing the back of his right in pain.

There on his left hand ring finger, a shiny gold ring sat. You had suggested he simply wear it on a chain, or maybe slip it into his wallet when you guys got back home. He had made the decision that he would take it off in the locker room, but the month of wearing it in Australia had made it difficult when he was sitting in the locker room. He took it off for about a minute before he turned around and put it back on. In three months he’d be wearing it for the rest of his life anyways, he couldn’t help but want to get a head start on that.

“What about the wedding? Wait can you get married here if you’re already married in Australia?” Park started to ramble once she spotted the ring on his finger. Adam has admitted defeat on trying to get her case looked at and furrowed her brow in her own curiosity.

House hobbled back to his seat and put his feet up against the table before looking back at Chase,

“So, how’s the wife?” House asked again, smug in a way only Dr. House could manage.

Chase tried to keep the annoyed feeling in his chest, tried to be pissed that the secret slipped not even an hour into being back, but the wedding ring shone on his finger and he couldn’t help the small smile that settled across his own face.

“She’s doing great,” He stopped and kept his eyes focused on the hand, wedding ring against the folder he had finally grabbed, “My wife is doing incredible.”

He twisted the ring a little on his finger, “And she’s keeping her last name,”

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roosterforme · 1 year ago

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Covering the Classics Part 4 | Bob Floyd x OC

Summary: Anna was afraid to face her new friends after the night out at the bar. Admitting she was attracted to Bob was easier to do than explain why she couldn't have him. When she finally sends him some book recommendations, she finds his taste in books familiar in an all too intimate way.

Warnings: Fluff, angst, adult language, eventually 18+

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Robert "Bob" Floyd x Female OC (this story is part of the Beer Boy/Sugar and Jake/Jessica universe)

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Anna spent the rest of her weekend working on lesson plans and looking at Bob's number saved in her phone. She had compiled a mental list of titles she thought he would like, and she'd even pulled a few dog-eared books from her own collection and stacked them up on her narrow counter. She would absolutely love to have Bob borrow them from her, but she'd completely messed everything up.

Why, when confronted with a decent man, did she shut everything down and destroy all hope? Because of Kevin. That's why. She knew this crush on Bob was a bad idea. Nothing good could come of it, but she still caught herself looking at his contact information on Sunday evening with longing in her heart.

She made herself a sad sandwich for dinner and packed herself a second sad sandwich for lunch the next day and then she settled in with her computer. The idea of taking her sad sandwich to the quad and eating with her friends was making her anxious. What if they didn't even want her around now that she'd made a complete fool of herself in front of their friend? What if they looked up at her as she approached them sitting on the bench with their perfect, beautiful lunches and scowled with their perfect, beautiful faces?

"Oh no," she groaned, covering her eyes with her hand. She really liked them, but they probably hated her now. And she really liked Bob, but he probably went home with that better looking woman who was at the Navy bar and hadn't thought about Anna one time since.

She forced her attention to her computer screen which was prompting her for a password. She entered Kev1n1s@t00L and watched as the website she'd had open on her browser came to life. She sighed as she scrolled through her saved favorites on PoetsAmongUs. It was kind of pitiful that she knew what she was going to end up reading before she could actually admit it to herself.

Your whispers call out in the darkest shadows, My heart answers like a flame, Igniting this shared space with every breath I take, Giving you a love that will never find the end. It binds me to you, pulsing through my veins, Emotions like I've never known before. I've doubted that I could reach this place, But I feel endlessly sure here now.

Anna whined from her bed in her sad little apartment as she looked at the pen name of her favorite poet before clicking on it. He either never finished filling out his profile or he was being purposely vague. Male, 30s, United States.

"Sky Writing. The only man I would trust with my heart ever again." She read the poem once more. That was her favorite passage, but she knew everything he posted by heart and got excited every time something new from him popped up every few months.

It was late enough that she could probably just go to sleep without acknowledging that she hadn't texted Bob and probably never would. She couldn't set foot back in that bar ever again. Maybe that other place that Jessica loved so much would be somewhere she could check out next time she had nothing better to do. Chippy's or something? She started to doze off.

When her alarm started blaring, it was almost like she had slept too well. She'd dreamed about a faceless man with beautiful hands reading poetry to her while he ran his fingers slowly up and down her bare thigh. She couldn't shake the delicious feeling even as her alarm got louder. When she managed to turn it off, she lay there wishing she had time to go on the poetry website and masturbate before work.

"Stop it," she whispered as she got up and started getting herself ready for the day.

At least she got to teach English 522 this afternoon. Feminist Literature was becoming one of her favorite classes, as evidenced by her well worn copy of Carmilla by Sheridan Le Fanu which was in her bag. When she stood in her kitchen and ate a peanut butter granola bar and drank some coffee, she looked at the books she had pulled out as options for Bob, but she shook her head and left for the day without dwelling on how disappointing her life truly was.

Relying solely on public transportation meant leaving a lot earlier than you wanted to, but Anna still barely made it to her office in time to grab her notebook and teach her first lecture of the week. Half of the students still looked like they were asleep while the other half were looking at her like she was a literary messiah. It was almost comical, and when lunchtime rolled around, she was in a pretty great mood. Until she realized she was still on the fence about going to the quad.

"Just do a vibe check," she muttered as she grabbed her lunch from her office. "If they look pissed off, you can come right back here and never talk to anyone else again for the rest of your life." She could subside on sandwiches and online poetry and only speak when she was giving lectures. That sounded simultaneously amazing and also terrifying.

The college campus was bustling today. There were some guys skateboarding through the quad, and she recognized a few other faculty members from the English department who waved to her. But that didn't stop her palms from sweating and her heart from thudding in a sickening rhythm that Edgar Alan Poe would think was beautiful. When she spotted the two women on the bench in front of the weird tree, Anna was shocked to see them waving to her with smiles on their faces.

"Anna!" called Jessica. "You'll never believe it! The vending machine just gave me my bottle of Pepsi and a bonus bottle of ginger ale! Like it knew I was about to see you!"

"Chaos Theory at its finest," said the other woman before she bit into her carrot stick and hummus.

"It's really more of the Butterfly Effect," Jessica replied. Anna had no idea what they were talking about, but they scooted away from each other on the bench to make room, so she decided to stay.

Anna swallowed hard as she sat and opened her pack of peanuts. "How was the rest of your weekend?" she asked the two of them, and soon her nerves calmed down.

"Excellent. Bradley and I took a tour of the library yesterday."

"Pretty good. I helped Jake make waffles for breakfast. Lots and lots and lots of waffles. What did you do with the rest of your weekend? After the Hard Deck?"

Anna accepted the bottle of ginger ale that Jessica handed to her as she said, "Um, well I did my lesson plans for the next few weeks. And I started writing my midterm exams. Nothing exciting."

She was met with a bit of awkward silence, and she could feel the two women sharing a look behind her head. "Did you happen to text Bob?" Advanced Calculus asked cautiously, and Anna knew this was the part where it was all over. The dramatic climax, except she was actually the villain in this story.

"No, actually. I think that ship has sailed," she replied softly.

"Why?" Jessica asked, not unkindly. "When we figured out that you and he already met at the bookstore in North Park, we were ecstatic. He's the mystery guy you were losing your mind over, Anna! The handsome one with glasses who smells so good!"

"He really does smell good," Advanced Calculus muttered as she dipped another carrot into the hummus which was probably unfairly homemade. "Are you no longer attracted to him? Was it his nerdy tee shirt? Or were all the guys so obnoxious you couldn't wait to leave?"

Anna held onto the cold bottle of ginger ale a little tighter as she said, "It's not that at all. I mean, who in their right mind wouldn't be attracted to Bob? And I thought his shirt was kind of charming. And the rest of the guys were welcoming in a slightly intense way."

Now Jessica was turned to face her, eyes wide behind her glasses. "Bob thinks you ran away from him twice now because he's unappealing and boring."

Anna jolted and the pack of peanuts went flying to the ground, nuts rolling in every direction. "He does?" she asked, palms beginning to sweat again.

"Yeah. Big time. But he's quite attracted to you. Apparently the red hair is a thing."

"Oh my god," Anna moaned in embarrassment. Bob liked her red hair? "Oh no. No. No. He's just.... he's so.... and he's also.... I can't even." She took a deep breath as she kicked at the lost peanuts. "Bob is so handsome. It's hard to look into his eyes for too long, because you start to feel like you're going to break out into song. And I don't think I've ever been around a man who smells quite that nice. And he's funny and just a touch nerdy, but that's a good thing."

There was another beat of silence before Advanced Calculus said, "I'm not really understanding what the problem is."

Anna shook her head and unwrapped her sandwich to keep her hands busy. "Listen, none of my weirdness is because of him. It's all because of me. I can't have a crush on him. I can't be interested in him. I can't be interested in any men whatsoever."

Jessica nudged her shoulder and said, "Maybe you could just text him? Maybe making another new friend wouldn't be so bad?"

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"Well if you can't find a girlfriend, I hope you're at least getting your rocks off with an attractive lady."

Bob was cradling his forehead in his hand and trying to escape from Suzanne's house without having this conversation. Whenever he stopped to pick up dinner instead of cooking something at home, he always brought something for her, too. It was the neighborly thing to do, especially when your neighbor was decades older than you, but right now he just wanted to vanish.

"I wouldn't tell you even if I was," he replied, earning a laugh as she opened up the container of soup at her kitchen table.

"Sit down and stay for a while," she told him, pointing to the empty chair. "I'll pay you back for dinner with my charm and witticism since you won't accept any money."

His phone started to vibrate in his uniform pocket, and he dug it out thinking it was probably Jessica having finished mocking up her barbarian character for their campaign, but it was a text from an unknown number. He was about to pocket his phone again, but then he saw the words book recommendations and paused. He quickly unlocked the phone and started reading the texts that were coming through.

I have some book recommendations for you if you still want them. I'm sorry I didn't send them over the weekend.

This is Anna, by the way.

I should have started with that information.

Wow. This is already embarrassing.

Bob laughed and started to type back immediately, and then Suzanne's voice cut across his thoughts. "Are you sure you don't have a special lady? You're smiling an awful lot at your phone."

He looked at her and shook his head. "I'm sure. I like this girl, but she doesn't return my feelings that way. She's just sending me some recommendations." He started to back away as he added, "Enjoy your soup. I'll see you later, Suzanne."

"Good night, Robert."

Bob ended up standing just inside his front door as he saved Anna's number and typed back a message to her. He thought keeping it simple would be his best move. Anything more than that and he'd embarrass himself once again by getting ahead of himself with his feelings.

I would love some more recommendations from you. You're the expert.

He only had to wait about a minute for her response, which was just a list of book after book after book that he'd never even heard of. The first were the ones she'd given to him verbally on Friday night, but the rest were just as foreign to him.

Anna Webber: Persuasion by Austen. Northanger Abbey by Austen, Lady Chatterley's Lover by D. H. Lawrence, The Age of Innocence by Edith Wharton, Far From the Madding Crowd by Thomas Hardy, Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf, Cranford by Elizabeth Gaskell, and The Black Tulip by Alexandre Dumas (because you like poetry so much)

Bob quickly ate his own container of soup while he read the list over and over again. Then without changing out of his uniform, he grabbed the keys to his beat up truck and headed to the bookstore in North Park to see if he could find any of these titles before they closed.

The store was virtually empty, and when he climbed the stairs up to the slightly dusty loft he could practically picture Anna's pretty hands and painted nails gliding along all of the spines. He could imagine her pretty, wide eyes looking up at him before she figured out he was boring. He could hear her laugh as he made his way to the spot where they had been standing together.

That horrible Vonnegut book was still there which made him chuckle. "Figures nobody else would want to read it," he muttered as he reached for it. Then he backtracked a little bit to start collecting everything from Anna's list. He referenced his text messages several times, hunting all over the Classics section until he had almost everything in order. Then he spread them out along the shelf and took a photo. He texted it to her before he could second guess himself after he added a short caption.

Did I miss anything?

He was walking back down to the poetry section when his phone vibrated.

Anna Webber: You're at the bookstore right now? The one in North Park?

Bob froze in the middle of the stairs. He embarrassed himself without even knowing it. He must seem desperate right now. Running out to the store as soon as she sent him the list. "Shit," he groaned softly. When he got another message, he was almost afraid to look at it.

Anna Webber: I LOVE that store. I wish I were there right now, too.

Bob thought that sounded perfect, actually. Maybe if she were here now, she wouldn't run away this time. He'd been playing those kinds of scenarios over and over in his head, ones where she liked him back the way he liked her. Ones where they left the bookstore holding hands.

He continued downstairs to look for the book of poems she suggested for him, which he found quickly, along with Votive by Keiran Goddard. Would Anna like a copy of his favorite book of poetry? Did he even want to ask her? At this point, he had nothing to lose. She wasn't going to suddenly want him, but that shouldn't stop him from sharing a recommendation of his own. Especially when she might really enjoy something he found so spectacular.

Bob held the book up and snapped a quick selfie, sending it away into the universe before dwelling on it too much.

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Anna was preparing a piece of toast with jelly for herself or dinner, desperately wishing she were back at the bookstore. Bob was there, probably smelling so nice and luring everyone else who was shopping closer to him. Perhaps he was wearing another Dungeons & Dragons shirt like he'd worn to the Navy bar. Perhaps his biceps were straining against it.

She didn't have to use her vivid imagination for very long, because suddenly Bob was staring at her through her phone screen with his crooked little smile and his beautiful eyes. And his uniform.

"Oh my god." The toast slipped from her fingers and landed jelly side down on her plate as she took in every single detail. Navy uniforms were khaki? Why had she assumed they were all navy blue? Why didn't she know more about the Navy? She was going to take the time to learn everything she could about the United States Navy.

When she realized her mouth was dry, she reached for her glass of water and downed it. She was in a daze. A Bob Floyd induced daze. Even all the little pins on his shirt were distracting. She wanted to count all of them. She wanted to touch them. She wondered what they would feel like if she pressed her lips to them.

"Stop," she gasped. But she couldn't. Now her eyes drifted up to his face again, and she thought she'd only really ever seen the exact color of his eyes in a Kandinsky painting at the Guggenheim. She couldn't look away. "No. No. No!" she moaned. And then she finally read the actual message he'd typed out after gawking at his photo for five whole minutes.

Bob Floyd: Have you ever read Votive by Keiran Goddard? It's my favorite collection of poetry.

Anna laughed a little hysterically. She hadn't even noticed he was holding up a book at all. His graceful fingers were wrapped around the damn thing, but she'd been too distracted by him to actually look at the book. But now the fact that she'd never read Goddard before had her flushed and flustered, because Bob had sent a book recommendation to her. Nobody ever did that, and all she could think about was how she absolutely needed to get her hands on a copy and devour the whole entire thing if it was something he liked.

Very calmly and rationally, she typed back to him.

I have not read it yet, but I'll add it to my list of things to check out of the library.

When she set her phone down and realized her toast had become a casualty to this text conversation, she moaned and flipped it back over. Her heart was still beating a little erratically from looking at Bob's photo for too long, and she didn't think she could even eat. There was no way she could waste any food in her current financial state though, so she took a bite anyway as he texted her back.

Bob Floyd: I'll just pick it up for you while I'm here. I hope you'll like it, but if you hate it, that's okay too. It's a bit of an acquired taste.

Oh no. She couldn't let him buy it, because she didn't have any extra spending money at the moment to be able to pay him back. But admitting that to him would be excruciatingly embarrassing, and she didn't even think she could do it. Perhaps she could scrape together twenty dollars if she skipped a few meals, but then she wouldn't be able to join the girls in the quad at lunchtime. They'd notice her lack of food right away.

"Why are you such a disaster?" she asked herself as she scarfed down the rest of her toast and typed back to him.

Thank you. I can pay you back for it later.

She would figure it out. She always did. Even when she didn't want to, she managed to find a way to solve her problems. Even when it hurt.

Bob Floyd: It's my treat. I can give it to Bradley or Jake at work tomorrow. I'm sure either of the ladies wouldn't mind getting it to you when they see you. Or if you feel like it, we could meet for coffee one day and I could give it to you in person. Just let me know.

"Oh, Anna," she whispered, already typing out a response before she could think better of it.

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Bob was surprised Anna took him up on his offer to meet for coffee, but he found himself looking forward to it in spite of the fact that he was still pining a bit. He'd get over it in time. He'd find someone new to crush on, or maybe he'd meet another girl that he was interested in, and maybe she would be interested back. But none of that stopped him from being excited at the prospect of being around her again. And none of that prepared him for the way he felt when Anna pushed through the door of the coffee shop on Wednesday evening and looked around tentatively. Her red hair was in another loose braid, and her freckles were so endearing.

As soon as her eyes landed on him, she looked less apprehensive but also more resigned. When she approached the table where he was sitting with three books, he stood. "Hey. Anna. How are you?"

"Hi, Bob." Even her voice was soft and sweet as her eyes swept along his face and body. She blushed a pretty shade of pink as she said, "Thanks for the book. Will you let me buy you something to drink?"

He didn't respond beyond nodding and leading the way toward the counter. He listened to her order a small coffee before he ordered a large hot tea, and when she reached for her wallet, he was already handing over a twenty. When she looked up at him with wide, brown eyes, he just smiled. "You don't have to buy me a drink."

She watched the money leave his hand as she said, "Well, you don't have to buy me one either."

"Too late."

She was quiet as they returned to the small table with their hot beverages, but as soon as she sat, she said, "You'll have to let me pay next time."

Bob slid two of the books across the table as he asked, "Next time?" But she didn't respond as she let her fingers brush along Votive before she picked it up to reveal the one underneath it.

Anna's laughter filled the small space as her eyes darted back up to meet his. "You bought Cat's Cradle? I didn't think that was the kind of thing you were looking for?"

He glanced down into his tea. "Uh, it's not. I got it for you."

"Bob," she said quietly, her fingers tracing the spine now. He liked her nail polish and wanted to touch her hands. "You did not have to get me two books."

"Yes I did," he said with a smile. "Vonnegut sounds horrible. I felt bad for it because nobody else was ever going to buy it. I couldn't just leave it to rot on the shelf when I know the only person who would be willing to give it a nice home."

When she laughed again, she seemed resigned to the fact that the books were both hers. "Thanks. Money is a little tight for me right now. You know how it is when you first move," she told him while she fidgeted a bit. "But next time, I'll buy your drink. Or your book. Or something."

"You keep saying 'next time'."

Anna poked at her coffee cup and said, "I thought maybe.... we could be friends."

"Friends." His voice felt and sounded stale. The word made him feel sadder than it should have. "Of course."

She looked even more relieved now as she took a sip of her coffee, but Bob was busy trying not to memorize the pretty pattern of her freckles across her nose and the way her lips were pursed. He wouldn't look at a friend that way.

"Which book is that?" she asked, nodding toward the last one in front of him.

He flipped it over so she could see the cover, and he said, "Oh, it's The Age of Innocence. I'm almost done reading it, and I was just hoping to get your opinions on a few things."

Anna's eyes went wider. "You're almost done reading it? Already?"

"Yeah." His voice sounded like a groan, and he knew he should be embarrassed since she recommended it two days ago, but he said, "Once I start a new book, I can't put it down if it's good."

"So you like it?" she asked, leaning a little closer to him as a smile played along her lips.

"It's fantastic," he replied, and her foot brushed his softly beneath the table.

Anna licked her lips and shifted in her seat as she made a soft sound that just made Bob want to get closer to her. She clasped her hands on the table in front of her and cleared her throat before she blurted out. "You're really handsome." His lips parted wordlessly, unsure how to respond, but he didn't have to as she immediately said, "And you're not boring. Not at all. I could have stayed in that dusty bookstore all afternoon, tucked away in the loft, talking to you about book after book."

"Oh," he replied, his brow furrowed in confusion. "Really?"

"Yes. Really," she said, and it sounded like she meant it. "I didn't disappear because of you. I disappeared because of me. And I'm really sorry about that."

Then he realized what was going on. His friends got to her already. He'd told Jessica on Saturday night that he was sure Anna ditched him because he's probably not as handsome or interesting as she's used to. And now he was going to have to text her and tell her to lay off. This whole thing was embarrassing enough without having to hear Anna pity him like this.

"Don't worry about it," he told her softly with his best attempt at a smile. "We can be friends."

When he got home, she texted him to thank him again for the books and the coffee. But he was still thinking about her freckles and how far down her neck they might go. Maybe they made a pretty pattern across her shoulders, too. Maybe they would disappear into her bra, a perfect treasure for another man to find. But not Bob. Bob and Anna were just friends.

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When Anna finally got home after taking two buses, it was so late, she knew she should go right to bed. But she was wishing for another cheap bottle of wine to try to take her mind off of Bob. He was perfect, and she couldn't let herself have him. They could be friends, but nothing more. She could send him texts, but they couldn't flirt.

She already missed his soft voice and the way he gave her his entire focus when they were together. He bought her two books! Nobody else ever bought her books! And he read the ones she recommended to him! Maybe Kevin was to blame for most things that had gone wrong in her life, but literally no man she'd ever known was as kind and thoughtful as Bob.

She collapsed back onto her bed in her sad apartment were she could look at her kitchen and her bathroom at the same time, and she opened the book of poetry. Bob's favorite poetry. Within minutes of reading the first few pages, she felt warmer and maybe a little flustered. The passages were romantic and insightful in such a familiar way. Something was tickling at her brain, trying to trigger a memory. She kept reading, making it fifteen pages in before she gasped and realized what it was.

"Sky Writing," she murmured, reaching for her computer in favor of the book. She was reminded of her favorite novice poet from her favorite website. The poetry in the book sounded a bit like the poems written by Sky Writing, and now Anna was even more of a mess knowing that this was the kind of intimate literature Bob preferred to read.

She wanted him. She wanted to know what his big, sturdy hands would feel like on her body. What his lips tasted like. She wanted to erase that pinch of doubt she saw on his face when she tried to reassure him that even though they were going to be just friends, she definitely found him attractive.

The next time she went shopping, she was going to need to stock up on some more bottles of cheap wine.

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Just friends. Okay, Anna. Sure, babe. Let's see how long that lasts. Bob's wingwomen are powerful. Thank you @lauratang for the book/reading list! And thanks to @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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mothdruid · 1 year ago

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Sing the Body

pairing: robert ‘bob’ floyd x afab!reader

summary: the idea didn't seem that hard, him eating you out while you read him poetry. what you didn't realize was he meant I Sing the Body Electric by Walt Whitman. now your professor was between your legs as you tried to read nine long verses of the most intimate poetry.

wc: 3.9k

warnings: 18+, smut, mdni, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal fingering, hand job, pet name (dove), penetrative sex, unprotected sex, bob fucks.

a/n: finally, more poetry professor bob.

“And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.”

The last word ended with a moan, the sound filling the space around you. It egged Bob on, pushed him to lick a stripe up your slit. Tongue tracing every part it could, swirling and flicking against your clit while keeping you tightly to him. Strong arms were wrapped around your thighs to hold you in place. His glasses were slightly askew as he watched you from below. He was currently on his knees worshiping you while you sat on the edge of his desk.

“Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?” Your mind was swimming, eyes struggling to figure out the words on the page.

The pleasure was so much, making it too hard to focus. But you had to, if not he wouldn’t let you come and send you away with the promise to not touch you for a week. That was your punishment, his as well. This little game of cat and mouse was becoming more exciting the longer it lasted. The cat had finally trapped the mouse, but he had always loved playing with his food before consuming it.

“And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead? And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul? And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?” You let the book rest against your chest. Shaky breaths passed your lips as you watched Bob give one earnest lick to your clit before pulling back to place a kiss on your thigh.

“So good for me, dove,” he whispered, then nipping at your skin lightly, “got through that verse with no problem.”

You nodded then picked the book back up when he motioned to it. He pressed a kiss to your thigh right before you started verse two. His tongue traced down the inside of your thigh back to your aching cunt, licking a big stripe from your entrance to your clit. A shiver ran through you as he started back up again, pleasure flaring up again.

“The love of the body of man or woman balks account, the body itself balks account, That of the male is perfect, and that of the female is perfect.” A gasp escaped your lips as Bob sucked harshly on your clit at the last word. Your abdomen clenched tightly, but you kept up with the words. “The expression of the face balks account, But the expression of a well-made man appears not only in his face, It is in his limbs and joints also, it is curiously in the joints of his hips and wrists, It is in his walk, the carriage of his neck, the flex of his waist and knees, dress does not hide him.”

A shudder ran through you as he flicked fervently against your clit. Your hand that was planted on the desk to balance you moved to his hair. Your fingers threaded through his soft locks as your body curled forward. A tightness was forming along your shoulder blades. Your eyes were shut tight, your hand holding the book had a similarly tight grip on the book. When you finally opened your eyes and looked down you were stunned. Bob’s head was tilted back slightly, mouth open with his tongue hanging out and still working against you.

Silent noises were coming from you, your facial expressions being the only telling sign of them. Seeing Bob like that was mind numbing, making you wonder how you were going to get through the rest of the poem. Your abdomen already felt impossibly tight, how could you handle eight more verses. You let your fingers loosen from his hair, moving back to your original position but laying on your back this time. This was going to be the easiest way to focus, or at least the easiest to focus on the words you were supposed to be reading.

“The strong sweet quality he has strikes through the cotton and broadcloth, To see him pass conveys as much as the best poem, perhaps more,” a shock of pleasure ran up your spine, making it bow lightly, “You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side.”

“The sprawl and fulness of babes, the bosoms and heads of women, the folds of their dress, their style as we pass in the street, the contour of their shape downwards,” Bob started sucking a little harshly. You felt one of his hands disappear from your thighs, only to reappear between your legs. He replaced his mouth with his fingers momentarily as you continued, “The swimmer naked in the swimming-bath, seen as he swims through the transparent green-shine, or lies with his face up and rolls silently to and fro in the heave of the water.”

“The bending forward and backward of rowers in row-boats, the horseman in his saddle, Girls, mothers, house-keepers, in all their performances,” Bob said the next two lines from memory, watching as you peaked down at him.

“God, you’re impeccable,” Bob whispered into where your inner thigh met your pubic bone. With that he was diving back into you, tongue licking slowly at your clit. This time his fingers wandered lower, one circling your entrance.

“The group, group of laborers,” you couldn’t help your sudden stutter as Bob sunk one finger inside of you, “seated at noon-time with, with their open dinner-kettles, and their wives waiting, The female soothing a child, the far-farmer’s daughter in the garden or cow-yard, The young fellow hoeing corn, the sleigh-driver driving his six horses through the crowd.” You had to pause, you knew that if you kept going you were going to come. You had to take a minute to compose yourself.

Bob hadn’t said anything about entering you, fingers or cock. He had only said he wanted to eat you like a starved man. Someone who hadn’t felt a touch for years. A man who merely dreamt of the day he could worship you again. Provide all the pleasures of the world to you, letting you know he would never leave you again. Conveying that the yearning within him was real, and so much more than that.

“The wrestle of wrestlers, two apprentice-boys, quite grown, lusty, good-natured, native-born, out on the vacant lot at sun-down after work,” one of his fingers pressed into you, eliciting a moan from you in between lines. “The coats and caps thrown down, the embrace of love and resistance, The upper-hold and under-hold, the hair rumpled over and blinding the eyes.”

During the last sentence Bob brought his free hand up to your side. A soft squeeze that reminded you that even though he was deep between your legs, enjoying every sound you had to give him, he was still here for you and all you had to do was say if it was too much. Even though you were starting to question if you could get through all nine verses of the poem, you were more than determined to give him what you wanted. That sweet, sweet man who has risked everything for you. The least you could give him was to comply with the idea of reading to him while he pleasured you.

“The march of firemen in their own costumes, the play of masculine muscle through clean-setting trowsers and waist-straps,” your breath hitched in your throat as his fingers worked you open, tongue working tirelessly against your clit. “The slow return from the fire, the pause when the bell strikes suddenly again, and the listening on the alert.”

The combination of his fingers pressing against the bundle of nerves inside of you and tongue working over that outer bundle of nerves was pushing you closer to the edge. The flame that was licking at the inside of your abdomen, causing everything to clench up, was hard to stave off. You felt like you’d be consumed by the flame at any moment, it bursting into a full blaze of flames.

“The natural, perfect, varied attitudes, the bent head, the curv’d neck and the counting,” you moved up onto your elbow, letting the book rest onto your chest once more. The urge to look at the way your professor was currently on his knees for you was too strong. It was demanding your attention, as if he himself was forcing you to watch. Your voice was weak and unbalanced when speaking once more. “Such, such-like I love—I loosen myself, pass freely, am at the mother’s breast with the little child.” Moans and sighs punctuated between the words, Bob’s fingers slowly moved inside of you, curling up and pressing against the bundle of nerves again.

“Swim with the swimmers, wrestle with wrestlers, march in line with the firemen, and pause, listen, count.” Bob finished for you, having noticed it was getting harder for you to continue. “You’re doing so well,” Bob whispered as his slick and spit-covered lips pressed onto your thigh.

“Thank you,” you said, watching his eyebrow quirk up. Fuck. “Thank you, Professor Floyd.”

A groan fell from his lips when he heard the title. It should not have made his dick twitch as much as it did, the intense throb driving him nearly mad. The only thing holding his sanity together was the sweet noises you were making, but it felt as if you were also pushing him further into his madness. He knew from the moment this arrangement happened he would be fucked. Literally and metaphorically. It was so wrong, but it felt so fucking good. Who knew that breaking the rules could feel this good?

“I’m not sure if I can finish,” you whimpered, “it’s getting to be too, too much.”

Bob inched up your body, pressing kisses up your clothed upper half. He had thought about begging to completely undress you, but he knew it could be too risky. Yes, it was a Friday night and nobody would be walking near his tucked away office, but the risk was still there. Hestood and leaned up over you, pressed his slick covered lips against yours, and elicited a moan from you. His own clothed chest was barely grazing the binding of the book resting on yours.

“You can, little dove, I know you can,” he pressed his forehead to yours then brought his free hand to your face. Knuckles softly ghosted over your cheek and jaw. He could tell from the way you were squeezing around his fingers that you were close, had been for awhile. It must have been hard to hold back for so long. He pressed his thumb to your sensitive clit, rubbing rhythmic circles against you.

“Help.” It was the only word you could get out. You hadn’t planned on asking for help when this started. Bob had offered it, but your pride had got the best of you. But now it seemed like the only way to complete all nine verses of the poem.

“Help?” The thumb on your clit stopped. Bob held back a deep groan, his cock twitching in his pants. You were asking him for help, the thing you had so vehemently denied at the beginning. Both of his hands cupped your face, slick covered fingers wet against your cheek.

“Please,” the whimper wasn’t intentional, but you knew it’d make him break.

“Of course,” he grabbed your jaw and tilted it up, forcing your lips to meet his. “Can I fill you up?”

A moan escaped you, his words fueling the bonfire deep within your abdomen. The thought of his cock filling you to the brim while reciting a poem so intimate. If someone had told you that this, your poetry professor asking to put his cock in you, would happen to you, you would have laughed. The very idea was something out of a book, but yet here you were, actually experiencing it.

“Yes,” you wrapped one arm around his shoulders to pull him closer.

Your lips smashed together once more, moaning at the taste of your slick on his tongue again. He removed the book from your chest, throwing it somewhere behind you on the desk. The warmth of his touch was then cascading down your sides, giving an occasional squeeze to your covered flesh. They ghosted over the skin of your uncovered hips, only to trail up your outer thighs, then down the backs of them. When the kiss broke, you looked down to watch his hands move from your thighs to his slacks. Bob’s eyes were trained to your face, watching you watch his hands. His fingers worked diligently to undo his slacks, pushing those and his boxers down just enough to reveal his cock.

You would never get tired of seeing his cock. It was gorgeous, pretty even. The way it felt inside of you, pulsing and stretching, always had you coming so quickly. You shifted your weight slightly, moving the arm holding you up down to grab his cock. A muffled groan graced your ears, which urged you to stroke his cock a little more.

“I knew a man, a common farmer, the father of five sons, And in them the fathers of sons, and in them the fathers of sons,” Bob started the poem again, trying to not lose the objective of this rendezvous.

“This man was of wonderful vigor, calmness, beauty of person.” It was easier to recite now that you weren’t the one having your mind completely clouded with pleasure. “The shape of his head, the pale yellow and white of his hair and beard, the immeasurable meaning of his black eyes, the richness and breadth of his manners.” Your strokes started to quicken, a part of you wanting to make him struggle the way you had earlier.

“These I used to go and visit him to see, he was wise also,” Bob’s hands gripped your hips as he pressed his forehead to yours. “He was six feet tall, he was over eighty years old, his sons were massive, clean, bearded, tan-faced, handsome,” his voice was starting to waver slightly, taking more time for each section he recited.

“They and his daughters loved him,” you slowed your strokes and spoke precisely, “all who saw him loved him, They did not love him by allowance, they loved him with personal love,” you squeezed your hand lightly around the head of his cock, a gasp passing Bob’s lips. “He drank water only, the blood show’d like scarlet through the clear-brown skin of his face,” your gaze locked with Bob’s, his glasses still askew. “He was a frequent gunner and fisher, he sail’d his boat himself, he had a fine one presented to him by a ship-joiner, he had fowling-pieces presented to him by men that loved him.”

“When he went with his five sons and many grand-sons to hunt or fish,” he slowly started to thrust into your hand, “you would pick him out as the most beautiful and vigorous of the gang.”

“You would wish long and long to be with him, you would wish to sit by him in the boat that you and he might touch each other.”

With the last line you loosened your hand from his cock. A shuddering breath left him, giving you a surge of confidence. You pressed your lips to his neck, running your tongue along his salty skin. As you paid attention to his neck and ran your fingers up through his hair, he was adjusting you on his desk. His grip was firm on your hips, scooting you a tiny bit closer to the edge. It suddenly felt like your ass was hanging off of the desk, making you pull back in concern.

“I have you, don’t worry,” Bob whispered.

One of his hands left your hips, moving to grip the base of his cock. He adjusted between your legs, assuming a tall and stable stature. The head of his cock pushed through your folds and rubbed against your clit. Moans were lightly falling from your lips, whines accenting them every now and then.

“I have perceiv’d that to be with those I like is enough,” Bob was the one to start the next verse. “To stop in company with the rest at evening is enough,” a groan escaped him briefly, “To be surrounded by beautiful, curious, breathing, laughing flesh is enough.”

On the last word you felt him against your entrance, teasing you. Those sea blue eyes locked with yours, telling you everything that you needed to know.

“To pass among them or touch any one, or rest my arm ever so lightly round his or her neck for a moment, what is this then? I do not ask any more delight, I swim in it as in a sea.”

The gaze never broke as he started to press into you. The stretch of his cock felt amazing, pushing almost all the air from your lungs. No matter how many times he had fucked you, you would never fully get used to his size, his girth.

“There is something in staying close to men and women and looking on them, and in the contact and odor of them, that pleases the soul well.”

The words of the poem were becoming more and more real. It felt as if the poem was describing the two of you currently, encapsulating the essence of your sensations and pleasures. That flame that had been consuming you, engulfing the both of you. You went to continue, say the last line, but Bob was finishing it for you with a single deep thrust into you.

“All things please the soul, but these please the soul well.”

A shudder of pleasure rushed through you as he continued into the next verse.

“This is the female form,” one of his hands traced up your side, “A divine nimbus exhales from it from head to foot, It attracts with fierce undeniable attraction.” He refused to move within you, cock stuffed deep as he spoke. “I am drawn by its breath as if I were no more than a helpless vapor, all falls aside but myself and it,” he leaned forward, lips close to your ear now.

“Books, art, religion, time, the visible and solid earth,” his voice was barely a whisper, “and what was expected of heaven or fear’d of hell, are now consumed.”

His lips ghosted over the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. Your body flexed around him, feeling the hard length filling you. Hot breath coated your ear, a soft groan flooded your hearing. His groan made you clench around him again, holding him like a vice. Bob’s left hand moved up your body, gripped your jaw, and turned your face to look at him. There was this feral look in his eyes, one you didn’t see that often from him. You could only recall two other times you had seen it. His lips parted, tongue darting over them.

“Mad filaments, ungovernable shoots play out of it, the response likewise ungovernable,” his eyes darted to your lips, only to flick back up to your eyes. His right hand started to move over your body, kneading at the flesh of your torso and thighs. “Hair, bosom, hips, bend of legs, negligent falling hands all diffused, mine too diffused.”

The words were being spoken into you, giving you a new meaning to life. A new meaning of intimacy. Fingertips were digging into the bare flesh of your thighs, pressing your leg tightly to his side. His hips were pressed just as tightly to yours. The opening of his pants were most likely going to leave an imprint on your ass, but you didn’t care. Almost even looked forward to it.

“Ebb stung by the flow and flow stung by the ebb, love-flesh swelling and deliciously aching,” he shifted his hips slightly, pressing harder against you. “Limitless limpid jets of love hot and enormous, quivering jelly of love,” his hand left your thigh and moved to the apex of your legs, “white-blow and delirious juice,” his fingers moved to the spot where you two were joined.

A moan left you when you felt it, his fingers touching your stretched hole. You could feel his fingers gather some of your slick, using it to rub your clit. You clenched around him, the tightness in your abdomen returned quickly. All you could do was stare into his eyes, his gaze unwavering.

“Bridegroom night of love working surely and softly into the prostrate dawn,” he was drawing perfect circles on your clit, “Undulating into the willing and yielding day, Lost in the cleave of the clasping and sweet-flesh’d day.”

Fire was coursing through your veins, pleasure licking at all of your insides. The circling of his fingers and stretch of his cock was getting to be too much. It was all becoming too much, the way his words were mixing with his movements.

“Professor,” it came out as a whimper, “I can’t.”

“It’s okay, I know,” he reassured. He knew you were close, could feel it by the way your cunt was gripping his cock.

“But I we agreed tha-”

“Don’t worry, dove, I want to feel it, feel you let go.”

He pressed his forehead to yours, reassuring you that it was okay. Bob knew there was a chance that neither of you would be able to complete the task at hand. Even though he had placed a consequence in place, he knew deep in his heart he could never follow through with it. The way you were clawing at him, clutching onto every aspect of him, it was driving him mad like it always did. Ever since your first time together he knew he was a goner.

The tightness in your abdomen snapped quickly, a flame licking at all your organs while pleasure was coursing through you. You curled in on Bob while you came, clutching him as if your life depended on it. While you were coming Bob started moving, thrusting lightly into you to keep your orgasm moving through you. Both of his hands landed on your hips, gripping them tightly. The noises coming from you were spurring Bob on, wanting to keep your orgasm going. His thrusts were becoming stronger and harder. That’s when you felt it, again.

“Oh, fuck!”

It felt like another orgasm hit you, making your legs quake against Bob’s sides. Bob’s movements stilled, balls deep inside of you. A shudder passed through his body, one that felt almost like your own. A warmth filled you up, his cum covering your insides. Bob moved his head to your shoulder, trying to catch his breath as you both started to come down. You brought one of your hands up to the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing and playing with the outgrown ends of his hair.

There was a small guilty feeling starting to creep up inside of you. You had started this with a large ego, boasting about how easy it would have been. But now here you were slumped against him, out of breath with a blank mind. All you could do was touch his hair and try to get your breath synced with his. You thought about the punishment that was now to come.

“I’m sorry,” you whispered into his hair.

Bob pulled back from your shoulder. He pressed a kiss to your cheek before speaking.

“Don’t be, we can try again another time,” he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Excitement filled you. The thought of hearing all these words again, him reminding you of the way you made him feel. A smile pulled at your lips as you thought about it more. God, you were truly smitten for your professor.

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rheanyraaaa · 3 days ago

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hello!! could you write a short smut with a little fluff of Robb Stark and a Baratheon reader? she could be robert's only legitimate daughter or maybe Stannis's daughter and it's their wedding night, robb married her to get the Baratheons help to invade kings landing and keep the North's independence (you can change the overall plot if you want) 💙

— Oaths

Robb Stark x Baratheon!Reader | Wedding Night Fluff 💛 & smut

summary: you are the daughter of Robert Baratheon and your marriage to Robb Stark only meant war … or so you both thought

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The candles in the bridal chamber flickered, casting warm, golden light over the rich tapestries of Winterfell. The scent of pine and smoke from the hearth mingled with the sweet aroma of winter roses scattered across the bed a Northern tradition, one you were still growing accustomed to.

Robb stood by the window, the silver embroidery on his doublet gleaming as he turned to face you. His auburn hair was tousled from the feasting, his blue eyes dark with something unreadable nervousness, perhaps, or desire.

"You’re staring," you murmured, fingers tracing the edge of your wine goblet.

He exhaled, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Aye. Forgive me. It’s not every day a man marries a Baratheon."

You smirked, setting the cup aside. "And it’s not every day a Baratheon weds a Stark to start a war."

A shadow crossed his face, but only for a moment. Then he was before you, his calloused fingers brushing your cheek. "A war for justice," he corrected softly. "But tonight… tonight is for us."

His kiss was tentative at first a question, you answered by tangling your hands in his hair, pulling him closer, the taste of spiced wine on his lips, the heat of his body against yours, the way his breath hitched when your fingers traced the laces of his tunic it was intoxicating.

The furs were cool against your back as he laid you down, his touch reverent. "You’re beautiful," he whispered, and for the first time since this marriage was arranged, you believed him.

Outside, the winds howled, but within these stone walls, there was only warmth the joining of wolf and stag, of duty and desire. And for tonight, that was enough.

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He slowly undid the laces of gown, quietly and carefully giving you the space to say no, when you didn’t and let the dress fall away, his breath hitched with the woman who laid naked on his furs, you gently clawed off his tunic until you were both naked together.

He entered you with no warning, as though he had done this before, and made several thrusts, you reached out to tangle your hair into his curls while he softly nipped your collarbone, leaving some red marks around.

“You don’t have to be quiet you know, if you need to scream do it.” He almost growled, if not angry that you are only breathing heavily.

You nodded at this and closed your eyes, making all sorts of noises and moans that pleased him more, before you finally felt yourself filled with a sweet mixture of his cum, and you made sure that you had released before this, he took two fingers and brushed them against your clit, and thrusted more and more until you released even more, before licking your cum off his fingers and then he kissed up, and put those two fingers into his mouth, letting you taste your own cum, he took his dick and grabbed whatever cum was still sticking on his cock and wiped it over your face downwards. As though this wolf was making some sort of claim on you.

“Mine” he muttered after looking at his creation, your face covered with his sticky cum, you licked your lips happily, having a taste of his sticky juices in your mouth.

Afterwards you both rested and it did not take you too long for you to fall asleep into his arms.

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my-proof-is-you · 1 year ago

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I Wonder About You - Pt. 5

Hi, I’ve missed you all :)

Request from @waywardsistersandpie:

“Hi Sam!

I was wondering if I could request a really angsty Dean x Reader One Shot based of this?

I Wonder About You by Robert M. Drake.”

Summary: Is it possible to love with a broken heart?

How many times can the muscle be shattered and put back together?

How can it pump blood–keep you alive–when it’s held together with pieces of tape and rubber bands?

How can the person that stomps on it over and over also be the one that keeps it from turning to dust?

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: Angst

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Dean

The last week had been torture for Dean.

Not only had this nightmares returned, but for some reason he had actually listened to Sam.

All he knew when he saw you laying in your bed and unmoving last week was that he wanted to fix it. So when Sam came out of your room and forcefully told him to give you space, he listened. Sammy was your best friend, after all. Dean was sure his little brother knew what you needed.

Of course, this also meant that he hadn’t gotten to hang out with his best friend in a week.

He missed goofing around with you. He missed picking on you. He missed watching Dr. Sexy with you.

And most of all—not that he would ever admit it to anyone—he missed having you there at night to talk him through his nightmares. The way your fingers would card softly through his hair as he tried to fall back asleep. The way you’d ground him—remind him where he really was and that you were there. The warmth of your body next to his as you inevitably fell asleep next to him for the rest of the night.

Why was it so hard to leave you alone, though? He missed his best friend, of course. But you were his friend. Friends come and go. It was a part of life. And you hadn’t even really gone. He was just giving you space.

He hadn’t realized how much you’d become a part of his day to day.

Waking up to a beautiful woman laying next to him was nice, of course. Any guy would like that.

But it was something different with you. Dean realized that waking up with you next to him made him smile. He thought about how he would sometimes watch you after he woke and you were still asleep. He would memorize the way your hair fell across his pillow, making a note to inhale the scent your shampoo left there later.

He looked forward to making you laugh every day. He loved the sound of your giggles, like little peals of a bell. He loved the way your brow would crinkle when he annoyed you--the little shove you’d give him when he made fun of you.

All of those things, he was starting to realize, weren’t things he paid much attention to. He’d ignored them, attributing them to your friendship.

The absence of you in his life made him realize the truth:

You were more than his best friend. You were everything.

“Hey, have you seen Y/N?” Dean asked, jogging into the kitchen.

Sam sighed, shaking his head as he grabbed a glass from the cupboard.

“I thought you were leaving her alone,” he replied as he turned around.

“I was. But then I realized something. Just...do you know where she is?”

“I don’t know, Dean. Check her room.”

Dean ignored his brother’s sass and turned around, jogging back down the hall to your room. He knocked on the door, and when there was no response, he cracked it open.

“Y/N?” he said. He flipped on the light, shocked when the room was illuminated.

No…

Your room was empty. All of your personal items were gone. Your pictures of you and the brothers that usually sat on your dresser; your stuffed dog you’d had since you were a kid that usually sat on the bed; your entire wardrobe; gone.

He pulled out his phone and tapped your name in his contacts. It rang twice, then went to voicemail. After that happened three more times he stopped trying.

Panic flooded his mind, his brain unable to make his body move.

He couldn’t lose you. Not now. Not when he had finally realized when you meant to him.

“Sam! Sammy!” He yelled, his legs finally finding the strength to move him into the hall.

”What?!” Sam asked, alarmed as he came around the corner. His face fell when looked behind Dean and into your room.

“Where the fuck did she go?” Dean asked, not sure if the question was rhetorical or actually aimed at his brother.

Sam sighed. “I thought she was doing better. I had no idea she’d…”

”She’d what, Sam?” Dean felt anger rising at his brother for not sharing whatever had been going on with you lately. “Leave? Tell me what this has all been about! Tell me why she needed ‘space’ for the last week, and why she only needed it from me?”

Sam sighed again, running a hand through his hair. “What it’s about isn’t mine to tell. You’ll have to talk to her.”

Dean was seething. “Well, I can’t exactly do that right now, can I, Sam?” He said through gritted teeth.

“Dude, get your fucking anger under control. This is not my fault.” Sam replied, his voice unwavering.

”Then whose is it?” He demanded rather than asked.

Sam glared at him, but didn’t give anything away. “It doesn’t matter. I can find her,” he said, turning suddenly and leaving Dean in your room alone. He glanced around at the empty room for another moment before stomping down the hall after his brother.

”She and I shared our locations a few hunts ago in case we got split up,” Sam said, grabbing his phone off of the counter. He tapped around for a moment before turning the screen to face Dean.

There, on the map that had been zoomed in, was a little blue dot with the name “Y/N” next to it. Dean used two fingers to zoom it out a little, looking at the bigger picture to see where you’d gone.

“Let’s go,” he said, once again not asking. Sam nodded, not needing to be convinced.

Dean still felt confused and in the dark about why you’d left, but it didn’t matter. He was going to find you and tell you how he felt, and nothing would stop him.

You

”Hiya! Want me to make you some pancakes?”

The question pulled you from the daze you were in, making you blink hard to return moisture to your now-dry eyes.

Your mouth pulled up into a half-smile, your appreciation for Donna making its way through your depression.

“I’m not hungry, Donna, but thanks,” you replied. You were sitting pretzel-style in the middle of the bed in her guest room, where you’d been staying for the last two days.

After a week of the silent treatment from Dean, you couldn’t stand it anymore. You had to leave the bunker. You had to get away from the heartbreak you were feeling and the face of the man who had become indifferent toward you.

Once you realized Dean didn’t need you anymore—in any capacity—you couldn’t stop the pain of not being with him from invading. And while you’d convinced Sam that things were better, it was all a lie.

So you’d packed up your room in the night and drove your car to Stillwater, where Donna welcomed you with open arms. She didn’t fully know the reason you’d had to leave the bunker, but she knew it was something to do with the Winchesters, and she didn’t question it further than that.

“Gosh, I know food’s probably not the answer. Heck, it wasn’t when I got divorced, either.” Donna said, walking into the room and perching herself on the edge of the bed. “I just can’t help but offer when someone looks as sad as you do, though, kiddo.”

“Thanks again for letting me stay, Donna. I’ll figure out what I’m doing next and be out of your hair soon, I promise,” you replied, dodging a response to her comment.

”Don’t you worry about that. You just do whatever you need to do and take whatever time you need. I’ve got plenty of room!” She opened her arms and leaned over, enveloping you in a hug. It reminded you of your mother’s hugs, a lifetime ago. It gave you the smallest bit of comfort.

You missed the boys terribly, though. Sam was your best friend, and not being able to see him was like torture, especially when you were trying to work through your sadness. And even through all your feelings for Dean, you couldn’t help but miss watching Dr. Sexy, MD with him and even the way he would tease you just to get a reaction.

None of that mattered, though. Being in the same home as Dean knowing that he didn’t feel the way you did was just too hard.

So when you heard the all-too-familiar sound of Baby’s engine rumbling outside Donna’s house, you were half-convinced you were imagining it or that it was wishful thinking.

“Oh boy,” you heard Donna say from down the hall. “You better get out here, Y/N.”

Your eyes widened at the realization that she heard it, too. You jumped up from the bed, jogging down the hall to the front door. Donna was looking out the little window next to it, her eyes wide as well.

“Want me to tell them to leave?” She asked, her eyes searching yours.

“No, Donna. I can’t say I’m surprised they found me. I’m just surprised they would bother,” you said, your brain trying to understand why it wasn’t just Sam climbing out of the beloved car.

“Of course they would, sweetie,” Donna replied, placing a hand on your shoulder. “No matter what happens, you mean the world to those boys. Anyone can see that.”

You smiled sadly, unsure if you believed her. “Mind if I talk to them alone for a moment?”

Donna smiled, giving your shoulder a squeeze before dropping her hand. “You betcha,” she said, heading back down the hall toward her room.

You breathed in deeply, pulling open the door.

Dean

Dean could barely breathe, he was so nervous. The steps he took to Donna’s front door felt like they took an eternity, and the fear of the unknown nearly froze him to the spot before he could reach up to knock.

It didn’t matter, though. The door slowly opened to reveal you on the other side, your face unreadable.

Dean’s breath caught in his throat when he saw you. He’d always known you were beautiful, but his recent revelations only made you look that much more gorgeous to him. Looking at you, he felt something click into place that had been missing for the last week. The time spent apart from you had been slowly tearing him in two, and even just the mere proximity of you started repairing the rift. It was all he could do to not run to you, to scoop you up in his arms and kiss you.

You didn’t even know how he felt about you, though. And for all he knew, you didn’t feel the same way about him at all.

So he waited, his eyes darting between yours as he searched for some sign that you were even willing to talk to him.

You didn’t say anything, just slowly pulled the door open further, stepping to the side to grant the brothers access. They walked past you and into Donna’s living room, taking seats on the couch across from the armchair you’d claimed.

Dean cleared his throat, swallowing hard. He wasn’t even sure how to start with everything he wanted to say to you.

“Listen, Y/N…I need—I need to talk to you, a-about…feelings.” he stammered. He knew he sounded like an idiot but wasn’t sure there was anything he could do to fix that.

Your face changed instantly, your eyebrows pulling together in anger. Dean watched, confused, as your gaze shifted to Sam.

”You told him?!” you yelled. Sam’s eyes became alarmed and he looked like he was going to say something, but you continued furiously.

”How could you do that, Sam? After everything we’ve been through—all the secrets I’ve kept for you? You went and told your stupid brother that I’m in love with him?!”

Dean felt his eyes go wide.

Sam closed his eyes, pursing his lips. “No, Y/N, I did not tell him. But you just did.” He said, giving you a pointed look. Dean watched as the color drained from your face.

”You—you love me?” Dean was able to get out. He was in disbelief.

You squeezed your eyes shut against the tears that had begun to well up. A few dropped down your cheeks, and if Dean hadn’t been so shocked, he knew he would have run to you so he could wipe them away.

“Yes, you idiot,” you said after a few moments. “And I’m sorry to freak you out. You’ve made it pretty clear you don’t see me that way, and that was why I left. I didn’t want to pretend anymore. I couldn’t pretend anymore. It’s better this way,” you said, suddenly standing and shaking your head as you paced. “I’ll be gone, and there won’t be some lovesick puppy dog at your heels all the time, breaking into your room at night just because you had a scary dream,” you finished, turning to face him. The tears flowed freely down your cheeks now, and Dean finally broke through his shock to stand up and go to you.

You looked taken aback at his sudden movement, and Dean noticed through his hunter senses alone that Sam had gotten up and sneaked out of the room. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was thankful for the privacy.

”Y/N,” he said, taking your face in his hands. “You’re not freaking me out, and yes, I am an idiot,” he began, his eyes darting between yours. He finally used his thumbs to wipe your tears. “I should have known. I should have seen it a long time ago.”

You still looked heartbroken, and Dean realized that you truly didn’t know how he felt about you. You’d been just as blind as he was.

”I don’t just mean I should have seen how you felt about me. I mean I should have seen it all. I should have seen that the best part of my day was messing around with you in the bunker. I should have seen that my best mornings were the ones when I woke up with you next to me. I should have seen that I wasn’t just annoyed or worried about you the night you brought that douche home from the bar, I was jealous as fuck. I should have seen it long before my brother told me to lock my door at night. Before I spent a miserable week avoiding you. Before I opened the door to your room and felt my heart shatter when I saw it was empty.”

Your face changed, suddenly confused. You had the little wrinkle between your eyebrows that you got when you were thinking hard that Dean always loved so much.

“I love you, Y/N. I’m sorry it took me so long. And I cannot believe the sheer luck my dumb ass has that you love me, too.”

A smile finally graced your lips, and Dean couldn’t keep himself from staring at them. He didn’t think he could wait a second longer to feel them against his own. He leaned in, slowly at first, to give you time to reject him if you wanted to. Judging by the way you grabbed the back of his neck and slammed your lips to his, though, that wasn’t going to happen.

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mickimoo1409 · 19 days ago

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It's Complicated

Chapter 5 - An Unexpected Offer

Pairing - Chris Evans x Female Reader

Summary - Y/N Downey-Junior is the younger sister of Robert Downey-Junior. Due to their large age gap they spent most of her childhood apart and Y/N ended up moving to London for her entire adult life before finally moving back to LA in her mid twenties. Robert offers her the job of a lifetime working as his assistant PA while he films the newest avengers movie in an attempt to help her out and spend more time with her. His only rule - don't date any of his costars. A rule that seemed simple enough to follow, until she met Chris Evans and her world turned upside down.

Full Series Masterlist Here (28 Chapters)

Word count - 2152

Warnings - 18+ only! Mentions of sex

Full story also available on wattpad / username mickimoo1409

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It had been 4 weeks since I attended the party at Chris'. The time had flown by as filming started getting more manic and I found myself completely swamped with work. Robert was incredibly busy between shooting, interviews and other appointments. We only managed to get a few days off here and there, but I was fully enjoying the job and getting the hang of it all.

There had been no further incidents between Chris and I, but instead we had thrown ourselves into the friendship idea, becoming very close in a short space of time as we spent time together whenever we could, just the two of us or with a couple of the others. We continued to flirt, but it felt a lot more relaxed after having established those boundaries with each other and it made it more fun to see how far we could push it in front of Robert, knowing it was all innocent. I also spent time with Sebastian and Scarlett mostly, which was really nice having a few more people to hang around with.

Sophie and I had been out only a handful of times since I started the new job, the time demands and the busy schedule meaning it was difficult to commit a full evening to her but she was understanding as always and I made up for it by getting even more drunk when we finally did get time together.

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It was a Friday afternoon on set and I was finally due to have a full weekend off, after doing a 10 day stretch working ridiculous hours. Robert was called to shoot a scene and so I took a few minutes to myself, flopping down on one of the spare cast chairs next to Chris and Sebastian.

"Two more hours.." I groaned as I collapsed onto the seat, slumping my body in it lazily as I tipped my head back and closed my eyes.

I heard the boys chuckle lightly next to me, they knew just how exhausted I was after I made sure to moan about it at every opportunity over the past few days.

"Are you coming out with us tonight?" Sebastian asked.

He'd been pestering me about it all week, but I'd actively avoided giving him an answer, knowing that I would probably want to collapse the second I got home and not move for the whole weekend. But as I woke up this morning, my body had another idea, an ache appeared within my abdomen and the overwhelming need to have sex took over my body and so I finally opened up to the idea, going in with the hope of finding someone to take home.

"If I say yes, will you stop nagging me?" I groaned, still stuck in my relaxed position.

"Yes." He responded, nudging my arm and forcing me to look up at the two men as they looked back at me with hopeful eyes.

"Urgh, fine. On one condition." I said as I sat up in the chair.

"Shoot." Chris said with a curious smile.

"You need to be my wingmen. I need to get fucking laid." I moaned, pulling my hands over my face and dragging them down as they both laughed.

"What are you all chatting about?" Robert asked, as he approached us suddenly, grabbing his bottle of water from the floor.

I shot Chris a playful smile, urging him to take the hint as I responded to Robert.

"Just about the fact that I need to get laid." I smirked.

Roberts expression dropped instantly, forming a grumpy pout as he glared back at me.

"Y/N I thought we agreed, no more meaningless one night stands." Robert scorned before sipping his water.

"Oh we did, Chris offered to help me out instead." I smirked, winking in Chris' direction.

"Well it's only polite, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn't help a friend in need?" Chris returned with a smile.

"No gentleman at all. Wouldn't you agree Robert?" I responded, smirking at my brother as he glanced back at us in annoyance.

"Funny." Robert said sternly.

"In fact, I don't think I can wait any longer. Is your trailer okay Chris?" I continued, biting my finger seductively as I stared in Chris' direction. Robert was getting visibly redder and more annoyed by the minute as he watched the exchange.

"Fine by me. I've got a spare 5 minutes, as long as you don't mind me keeping the suit on." He teased.

"Alright, that's enough." Robert snapped grumpily.

We couldn't hold it any longer and burst out in fits of laughter, I clutched my stomach giggling loudly as Chris slapped his right boob, laughing loudly. Sebastian sat between us sniggering away.

"I hate you all." Robert said snidely as he headed back towards the set.

"But seriously." I said a little more quietly as Robert walked away, "Will you help me?"

"Of course." Sebastian said with a devious smile.

Chris sat silently, with a small smile on his lips, I assume also in agreeance to help, although he didn't really say otherwise.

"Y/N I need you to come and take a look at this." Mira called from a few metres away, clutching a tablet in her head as she stared down at the screen.

"See you guys later." I said as I jumped up from the seat.

"9pm, Rosie's bar. Don't be late!" Sebastian shouted after me as I walked away.

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The rest of the day ran by quickly and before I knew it I was at home, searching through my wardrobe, chewing on my bottom lip and attempting to find something to wear. I settled on a sleeveless black playsuit, that gripped tightly around my boobs, showing off a good amount of cleavage and then cinched in at the waist with a black belt before flowing out until the trousers came to a stop at my ankles. I paired it with a pair of red heels, throwing my hair into a messy bun and applying a smoky eye look and red lip gloss. As I was leaving my apartment, to make the short walk over to the bar, my phone began buzzing loudly and so I quickly answered it as I walked, regretting my decision instantly as the colour drained from my face.

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A few minutes later, I stormed into the bar, water droplets filling my eyes as I searched the bar for my friends. Chris and Sebastian were sat in a sectioned off area towards the back of the bar, sitting around a circular booth with Mackie and Becca, all with drinks to hand as they conversed happily. I made my way over to them as fast as I could, not even giving them a chance to say hello as I slipped into the seat next to Chris, hitting my elbows onto the table and burying my face in my hands as I tried desperately to hold back my tears.

"Y/N, what's wrong?" Chris asked as he placed a hand between my shoulder blades.

I peered up from my hands at the group, all eyes baring in to me worriedly.

"It's nothing. I'm fine." I said abruptly, sitting back in my seat and crossing my arms over my stomach.

"It's obviously something Y/N." Mackie said sternly with an eye roll.

"Come on doll, you can talk to us." Sebastian said softly.

"Urgghh. My fucking landlord." I huffed, "He's given me a week to get out."

"What? Why?" They all said almost in unison.

"Have you been paying your rent?" Sebastian asked.

"Yes, I've been paying my fucking rent." I snapped back accidently, causing Sebastian to look a little scolded by my outburst.

"Shit. I'm sorry Seb. I'm just stressed out." I said quickly, sliding my hand across the table to squeeze his lightly.

"It's alright." He sighed, offering me a half smile.

"So did he give you a reason?" Chris asked, rubbing his hand softly over my back in an attempt to comfort me.

"Something about building works and needing my apartment and a few others empty for a few months. I don't know." I shrugged grumpily.

"What are you going to do?" Mackie asked.

"The only thing I can do." I responded abruptly, "Get fucking wasted." I slapped my palms on the table, pushing myself up from the seat and heading straight over to the bar where I ordered two shots of tequila and a beer.

As soon as the shots where placed in front of me, I wasted no time slamming them back one by one, barely taking time to register the taste as they scorched my throat.

"Hey, do you want to go somewhere else? We don't have to do this tonight if you aren't up for it." Sebastian said softly, leaning onto the bar next to me as he smiled reassuringly.

"Trust me Seb, this is exactly what I need." I said dryly as the burn in my throat became more apparent and my head was hit instantly with a warm buzz.

The barman returned with my other drink, sliding it in front of me.

"6 more shots of tequila." I shouted at him. He nodded in response and went back to the other side of the bar immediately.

"Doll, maybe you should slow down." Sebastian said with a concerned look in his eye.

"Maybe you should speed up Seb." I teased, ruffling the top of his hair. "Besides, these aren't all for me, you are all doing one too."

Seb chuckled, shaking his head as his tongue slipped over his lower lip.

"You're trouble, you know that right?" He teased.

"I'm well aware." I smirked back.

The barman returned with the new shots on a tray and I carefully picked it up, carrying it over to the table and smiling devilishly at everyone as Seb and I slipped back into the booth next to each other.

"I tried to stop her." Sebastian quickly shouted as the group eyed up the shots.

"But he failed." I said proudly, "So come on, drink up."

I passed the shots around, leaving the extra one beside me as we all raised them above our heads and slammed them back in unison. I barely lifted my gaze to draw attention to their faces as I picked up the spare one and slammed it back.

"Fuck. Yes." I shouted as the buzz hit me harder than before.

"Seb come dance with me." I demanded, tugging on his arm as I tried to slip out of the booth.

"Not a chance." He said smiling.

"Come on, please!" I said again, pushing my lower lip out into a playful pout.

"Not going to work doll." He laughed.

"Chris!" I shouted, getting his attention from the other side of Sebastian. He looked at me curiously with an eyebrow raised.

"Come dance with me, pretty please." This time I pulled out all the stops, widening my eyes and pouting my lips into the sweetest puppy dog look I could muster.

"Sure." Chris chuckled, taking a lot less convincing than I expected.

"And that's why he's my favourite." I teased, smirking at Sebastian as I slipped from the booth.

Sebastian slid out, allowing Chris to leave before he settled back into his seat. I gripped Chris' hand tightly and pulled him in the direction of the dance floor before I began dancing next to him, feeling the beat of the loud music pulsing through me as I swayed my body in time. I span around, draping my hands over Chris' neck as we moved our bodies against each other. He placed his hands lightly on my hips as they swayed against him.

"Why don't you move in with me?" Chris shouted suddenly above the music.

"What?" I said, staring at him in shock as we continued dancing, unsure if I'd heard him correctly.

"I have a spare room. You could move in with me, until you're ready to find somewhere else, if you want?" He repeated.

"Are you sure? I wouldn't want to get in your way, besides we haven't known each other long. What if I'm a mass murderer?" I smirked.

"I know we only met a little while ago. But you've become one of my closest friends. Let me do this for you." He said convincingly, "Besides I can help you hide the bodies, what are friends for?"

"Can I think about it?" I asked.

"Of course." He smiled.

A few seconds later, Mackie and Becca joined us on the dance floor, dragging a very annoyed looking Sebastian behind them. We all danced together for a while, laughing together. I couldn't believe my luck, this job had provided so much more than just a new career path. Here I was, surrounded by amazing people I was lucky to now call friends, finally helping me to feel at home in LA.

#chris evans smut #chris evans #sebastian stan #anthony mackie #the avengers #fanfiction

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adoracora-elizabeth · 27 days ago

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War letters, chapter 5

"On one condition." Cora squatted in front of Mary. She was getting tall, just like her father. Cora herself was not short either, so it would be expected that their girls inherited their height. "Grandpapa is very tired, I do not want you to bother him too much."

"I will be quiet, Mama." Mary said with a serious face.

Cora got up and stepped into the room. The nurse was helping Patrick to sit up straight. "Papa, you have a visitor," Cora said while stepping closer to help the nurse.

Patrick's eyes wandered towards the door. "Is Robert home?" He said while struggling for air.

"It is not Robert." Cora swallowed. "Mary is here to see you." She turned towards the door and saw Mary step inside.

"Hello grandpapa." Mary said with a small voice.

"Come up here." Patrick padded the empty space next to him.

To Cora’s shock, Mary climbed onto the bed and sat next to her grandfather. She pulled a book out of her skirt. "I can read you a story. If you like."

Cora had not seen her bringing this book into the room, but it warmed her heart that this was the reason Mary wanted to go to her grandfather.

"I would like that very much," Patrick said, while sinking back into his pillows.

Looking out the window, Cora noticed Violet's carriage riding towards the house. Mary was carefully reading her story to her grandfather, who was lying with his eyes closed, but clearly listening. She could go downstairs for a minute; the nurse was in the room, so Mary would not be alone with him. She let the nurse know she was leaving and quietly left the room.

"Mama, can we have a moment?" Cora asked when miss Wilson walked away with Violet's coat.

Violet frowned but nodded. "Come to my sitting room." She said, and Cora followed.

"Do you think we need to let Robert know about Papa's condition?"

"Why should we bother him with that?" Violet's voice was cold.

"I know that you do not think………"

"You do not know what I think." Violet interrupted.

Cora lowered her eyes, her hands were resting in her lap, and she started to fidget with her fingers. "Papa is quite ill. What if he." Cora swallowed. She did not want to cry in front of Violet. "What if he dies? Robert should be here." Cora saw a shadow on Violet’s face, and she knew how worried she was for her husband. "Do you want me to send a telegram?"

Violet nodded.

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Parker drove the car towards the village; Cora sat in silent in the backseat. She had to go to a lunch, Violet was initially invited, but she asked Cora to go instead. It was only for the best that Violet finally decided to stay with Patrick. He needed his wife not his daughter-in-law. She made sure that Mary was back in the nursery before Violet came upstairs. Patrick had loved the company of his eldest granddaughter, but it had also exhausted him.

Dr. Clarkson made sure he was not into much discomfort. With morphine he tried to ease his pain, but he had told them it was a matter of time before his lungs would not be able to give him enough oxygen. It was a scary thought that Patrick could die from suffocation. She wished they could do something to prevent that.

"Parker, can we please stop at the post office?"

"Yes Milady. Right away."

"Thank you." She needed to send a telegram to Robert, but Rosamund also needed to be informed. She should be here in Downton together with Marmaduke.

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It had been another freezing night. Robert gave his blanket to a young soldier who got shot last night. He should have been transported to the medical barrack, but it happened late at night and without a light, they would never find the way. Using a light, however, would be the start of a deadly fire. Bates gave the boy his stretcher, and when Robert noticed that the one blanket was not enough, he gave him his.

"There is a telegram sir." Bates stepped back into their tent.

"A telegram?" He asked surprised and realized he should not sound this surprised towards his orderly. "Thank you, Bates."

Robert read the telegram.

'Lord Grantham ill. You need to come home. Cora.'

His face drained all colour. This could not be his father was a healthy man and not that old. What could have happened that it was this urgent to come home? He wished Cora would have sent him a longer telegram. Even though he realised that she could never tell everything in a short message.

"Everything alright Sir?" A young soldier asked.

The boy had stepped into the tent to care for the wounded soldier. Robert ignored his question. "Is soldier Shaw ready to be transported to the medical barracks?" He asked instead.

"He is Sir. I will bring a gurney, and three more soldiers. He will be out of your way soon sir."

Robert grumbled the boy thought he did not want to have this soldier in his tent, but he could not care about that. He had wished all the boys could sleep in a tent and with blankets. "There is no rush boy." He assured the soldier.

Bates stepped back inside, in his hands he had a cup of tea and some bread. He gave Robert a worried look. "Bad news Sir?"

Robert took the cup and took a sip, it was still disgusting, but Bates had tried to put enough sugar in it to hide the horrible taste. "Something happened back in England, and I have to arrange my homecoming."

"I take care of that. Give me a minute and I will pack your things."

"Thank you, Bates." Robert said, while he stuffed his mouth with the bread. He regretted this decision, it was rock hard, and he should have soaked it in his tea before eating it. Struggling to get his mouth empty again he walked towards the officer's tents.

He had to keep his head low; the fights had started in full force again. He felt relief that he could leave this horrible site for some time, but he knew he would have to go back. Quickly he crossed the unsecured area between the burrows and the barrack, behind him he heard yelling.

"Lord Lieutenant."

Before the soldier could say anything else a bullet hit him, and he smacked to the ground. It cost Robert a lot of willpower not to run to him. He watched in horror how the young boy lay there on the sand. He risked his life to tell him something.

Two other soldiers came running and dragged the boy away from the open field. Everyday again he was amazed by how brave all these boys were.

"Your car is ready." Bates handed him a bag.

"Thank you, Bates." Robert kept staring at the wounded soldier.

The letters towards each other will be back, but this needs to be in-between to keep the story going.

#cora crawley #downton abbey #robert crawley #downton #fanfiction #cobert

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justamaddream · 8 months ago

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11.14.03 Cologne, Germany

Tobias finally arrived in Cologne today. It felt great to see him again, like a piece of Berlin had followed me here. We spent the day catching up, walking around the city, and reminiscing about our adventures back in Berlin. The weather was crisp and clear, perfect for wandering through the old town and along the Rhine River.

We stopped by a few record stores, Tobias eager to see what treasures Cologne had to offer. We even found a little café where we spent a couple of hours, sipping coffee and talking about music, life, and everything in between. It felt like no time had passed at all.

As the day turned into evening, we prepared for a party that Lena and Max had told us about. It was at an old industrial building on the outskirts of the city, a place known for its underground scene and eclectic crowd. The excitement was palpable as we made our way there, the anticipation building with each step.

The party was already in full swing when we arrived. The building had been transformed into a vibrant maze of lights and sound, each room offering a different experience. We met some new characters right off the bat – there was Rolf, a DJ with a penchant for experimental sounds, and Mia, a fashion designer with a flair for the avant-garde. They welcomed us with open arms, eager to show us around.

As we moved through the crowd, the energy was electric. The bass thumped through the walls, and the lights flickered in time with the music. The atmosphere was intoxicating, a perfect blend of chaos and creativity...

Then, I saw her – Emilie. She had short, reddish hair with a blond streak in the front giving her a striking, punkish appearance. She was small and petite, much thinner than the thick girls I usually hooked up with back in Miami. She wore an asymmetrical top that showed off her delicate frame and a jeans skirt that hugged her hips just right.

We started talking about the music, and she mentioned how much she loved the experimental sounds of Rolf's set. "It's like he's painting with sound," she said, her accent a delightful mix of French and Dutch. "Every beat, every note, it's like a brushstroke on a canvas."

I was instantly captivated by her spritelike energy and the way she spoke about music with such passion. There was something about her that drew me in, and I couldn’t help but feel a rush of emotions.

She had a gram of this research chemical i ‘d never heard of, like mix between acid and e. She told me she'd taken it once a week for the past two months.

"It’s a psychedelic where sex is most appealing because it triggers intense concentration," she said. "Unlike acid, it allows you to focus on sexual gratification. And the more you have sex on it, the more you want to have sex, which doesn't happen on any other substance." I'd heard enough. I immediately asked for some. Emilie and I looked at each other and sealed the deal.

We went to the patio where she pulled out these vials of the stuff. In Sex, Drugs and Magick: A Journey Beyond Limits, Robert Anton Wilson wrote, "The future will be much wilder and hairier than the immediate past." With this in mind, I drank the vial of clear liquid and waited for my future to begin.

The taste was terrible. She downed her dose and shuddered violently. We're not off to a good start. A few moments pass while we both stare into space. Emilie says, "Well, at least there haven't been any fatalities reported. As far as we know, anyway." I pop a piece of gum into my mouth and chew like crazy.

Oddly, I begin to feel a tingling flush of warmth between my legs. It's absurd. No one could take a drug and get hot 10 minutes later--life just doesn't work that way. Besides. I'm so busy waiting to puke that I can't pay attention. I brush my hand carelessly across my lap; the response is immediate, electric and sharp.

Right after we take it. we figure we have some time to gather supplies from the store--candles, raspberries, water--before it kicks in. But by the time we make it out the door, we are tripping so hard we find the dull sidewalk overstimulating. "I don't think I can make it," Emilie hails a cab to her place.

She leads me upstairs, I suddenly feel like she’s the incarnation of femininity, but not in a sexpot way; more Botticelli's Venus than Madonna. I saunter up to her and shimmy slowly down her body, and it doesn't feel absurd. Clothes, seem unnecessary, so I shrug them off to the accompaniment of Seventies soul. I tell her i need to take a shower.

The water feels invigoratingly strange on skin. My body is a combination of hot and cold--one second I'm trembling, and the next my thighs are slick with sweat.

I step into the room naked. Emily. In room. Topless with only her panties on. Clit solo on couch. Masturbating. Then she turns her attention to me. I walk over and say, “Why didn’t you wait for me?” And she kind of giggled, “I was just..uh warming up?” Then I couldn’t anticipate what would happen next when she grabbed me by the throat and tackled me onto the couch, then she started kissing and licking my chest. As she licked nearer, she asked if she could suck my cock. I said yes. Then she tossed my salad.

Although the physical sensations are like nothing I've ever felt, I'm mentally unchanged. I can speak clearly. but because of the delicious electrical rivulets running along my tongue. I'd rather kiss Emilie’s lips and the soft nest of her throat. Everything, suddenly, is a sex toy: her skin. Her hair, the bedroom curtains blowing in the breeze across my spit covered ass. She gets nude. Pierced clit. I eat her. 69 her on top.

The sex is searing and endless. Screwing rev cowgirl. Shivering from the subtlest waves of pleasure, I close my eyes as Emilie runs her hands and nouth over me. She stops for a moment and puts on a CD of Algerian raï, a spell of Saharan wailing and drumming. I'm no longer aware of the boundaries of our bodies, only the rhythm they make together.

Now i’m fucking her from behind her. She was getting very aggressive and animalistic spitting at me and slapping me to get me to go harder. She asked me to choke her, and i tried, but i don’t think i was really doing right. Sex on this drug turns my skin inside out. Together, Emilie and I shape-shift into different positions like figures in a Mayan hieroglyph. Screwing on her back and she rubs her clit. I came on her face. Best sex ever.

I smoke one of her rolled cigarette after sex. We lay in bed for an hour filled with weightless intimacy. Some drugs lead to a comedown period of hellish introspection, but not this. I can barely remember my problems, my gripes, the lingering doubts in fact, I'm almost disturbingly serene.

I slept long and hard the next day, and when I woke up I gathered my thoughts. 1 realized that the unique aspect of the drug was the way in which I had remained entirely lucid and coherent throughout the experience, despite the overwhelming physical sensations coursing through my body. I never felt like i was in danger of passing out. I was perfectly capable of conversing with the doorman at the club, and I didn't have weird drug-addled conversations with strangers.

Wow what a night. It was like everything just clicked. She’s stunning, and I couldn’t believe how quickly things escalated. It felt so natural, almost automatic. I keep wondering if she was just that into me or if it was the vibe of the night. Either way, I’m still buzzing from the whole experience.

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rebelliousstories · 3 years ago

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Ode To Thee

Relationship: Robert “Bob” Floyd x Wife!Reader

Fandom: Top Gun: Maverick

Request: Yes by Anon

Warnings: Fluff, Minimal strong language

Word Count: 3,434

Main Masterlist: Here

Top Gun Masterlist: Here

Summary: It was a hot day in California, and the Dagger Team has met up for their monthly game of dogfight football. As everyone takes their shirts off, Bob lets the team in on a little secret.

It was hot. Really, really hot. San Diego was experiencing a heat wave at the moment, but that didn’t stop the dagger team from getting together for their monthly game of dogfight football. After the uranium mission, everyone needed some time off. Rooster repaired his relationship with Maverick, and worked it out with Hangman. Everyone got to go see family for about a week before they were called back for some training. A month after the mission, the Dagger team mutually agreed to try and meet up once a month if they could, and play dogfight football. In the hot month of August, and the last few days of summer vacation, Bob just wanted to spend time with his family.

Bob had been granted a house for his family to stay in for his leave time so he waited at the airport until they got here. Dressed in his khaki uniform and holding a bouquet of red chrysanthemums, he waited till he knew their flight had touched down. Only a few minutes later that he was able to see her head poke out from the crowd and he heard his favorite sound in the world.

“Daddy!!” His son came barreling towards him as his wife was just a few paces behind him.

“Jimmy! Please don’t run off baby!” He heard her shout as Bob reached down and scooped his son up in his arms. He placed kisses all over his son’s face while his wife caught up. Jimmy was laughing hard at his father’s affection and Bob was smiling just as hard as his son. When his wife finally caught up to the two boys, Bob set his son down at his feet and embraced his wife passionately. He placed a kiss to her lips before he pulled back to give her the bouquet.

“Oh Bobby, these are so sweet sugar! Thank you!” She said gratefully before giving him another hug. The family made their way to the luggage carousel and kept an eye out for theirs. One they had acquired the luggage, the family went to the car that Bob had bought for his time out here in San Diego. While the Dagger team teased him for getting a mini van, Bob knew he was gonna have them come out soon so he needed the extra space. His son got tucked into his seat and Bob started to drive towards the government housing on base. It was a wonderful evening for the Floyd’s as they got to reconnect after spending several months apart. They played games, laughed, chatted, and when Jimmy had finally gone to bed, Bob sat up and enjoyed time with his wife. They slipped into bed together for the first time in a while and Bob got the best sleep he had gotten in months now that he had his wife with him.

When he awoke the next morning, his body was so used to waking up at a certain time that it couldn’t be unlearned. Just before the clock struck 5:00 A.M. Bob was up and out of bed. He had his shower, made his coffee and breakfast, all while his family slept peacefully. As he stirred around the cereal in the bowl and scrolled through his phone, he felt a pair of arms wrap around his shoulders. Bob leant down and pressed a kiss to the warm flesh around him and he felt her smile against his back.

“Morning dear. Did I wake you up?” He asked as she came to sit in the chair next to him and snuggle into his side, under his arm.

“No,” she mumbled, “it got cold without you there so I came t’ find ya.” She was snuggling into his neck and moved into his lap. He chuckled at her behavior this morning. Her accent also became a lot thicker while her voice was clouded with sleep. But Bob loved hearing her voice and accent in the morning.

“I wanted to let you sleep. I can’t imagine you’ve been gettin’ a whole lot of sleep watchin’ Jimmy by yourself.” His own accent was coming through from the early morning and hearing hers. She hummed into his neck while he went for another bite of his breakfast.

“Listen I’m goin’ down t’ the beach t’ play some football with the Dagger team if ya wanna join. You don’ have t’ if you don’ wanna. Or you can join later in the day. We’ll be there a while.” Bob said rubbing his hand up and down her back. He had set his phone down and pulled her back so he could look at her face. The sleep was just trace amounts in hr eyes now but she still looked gorgeous to him. She pressed herself into his shirt once again and nodded which made Bob laugh.

“Alright let’s get yo back t’ bed now darlin’. I’ve gotta leave soon but you need rest. I’ll check on Jimmy before I go.” He picked her up and carried her through the house while she clinged to him like a koala. It was so easy to fall back into his routine with her around. And very easy to slip back into his natural accent

“Hey! Baby on board!” None other than Hangman shouted as Bob came to the beach. He set the bag down under the umbrella that was set up for the team. Phoenix came over to Bob and pulled him into a hug. He returned it and soon made the rounds of saying hi to everyone. Everyone had showed up for the first time in about six months. Even Hangman, who had only gotten back from his most recent deployment a couple days ago. But he wasn’t going to let that stop him from getting together with his team and playing some football. Bob placed the cooler down before starting to lather himself up with sunscreen. He saw Maverick, Rooster and Penny show up and the entire team then got together to split everyone into teams. Bob sent a quick text to his wife just in case she wanted to come and join them for a day at the beach. It also included his exact location so she would not have any doubts about where to find him.

They started at 8:00 A.M.

Eight in the morning and it already was sweltering outside. Throughout the game, Bob would check his watch for the time. Also, to check and see if she was on her way with Jimmy. Everyone noticed Bob getting distracted but none chose to bring it up. They played a few rounds on those teams, before switching them around. There was a designated snack and water break around 10:00 A.M. that everyone used to go cool off in the nearby ocean. Bob stayed in his trunks, but took his shirt off before going to cool off in the water. He couldn’t tell what was sweat or water anymore. It felt amazing to have the water rush off of him. But when Phoenix splashed Rooster in the face, it went from a quick cool down to all out war. Soon, everyone had taken sides and the teams were engaged in a water war. Maverick stood with Penny near the chairs and shade watching the team play around like children. Rooster picked Fanboy up and threw him deeper into the water. Phoenix grappled Hangman while Coyote tried to free his buddy. Payback snuck up behind Bob who was idle in the water and threw him straight at Rooster. Both men went down in the water, and Rooster dragged Bob back up to get air. They started laughing and made their way out of the water. Bob went and got his water bottle that was thankfully still ice cold thanks to his cooler. Rooster grabbed his own drink but when he turned back to look at Bob, he choked on the water going down his throat.

“The hell do you have on you Bob?!” Rooster exclaimed loudly, catching the attention of all the other pilots. Maverick looked over to the men from his chair and pulled his aviators down just enough to see clearly what was going on. By now, the rest of the team had made their way out of the water and to the shady area. Bob was still looking all around him trying to figure out what Rooster was talking about.

“I’m really confused as to what you’re talking about.” Bob continued to look at himself in complete and utter confusion. But Phoenix decided to call it out.

“You have tattoos?” She questioned, raking her eyes over Bob’s chest. It was then that he understood, finally, what everyone was so curious about. He had gotten so caught up in enjoying himself that he completely forgot about the tattoos that took up space on his chest.

“Umm… yeah… I have a couple.” He explained, rubbing the back of his head. He suddenly felt very shy around the gang and he wanted to put his shirt back on. He just had a few that the Navy had documented, but they all meant a lot to him.

“So when were you going to tell us about these, Bob?” Phoenix couldn’t keep her eyes off the colorful lines that decorated Bob’s chest.

“Uh, well, I, um,” he was put on the spot.

“Come on guys. Let him up.” Maverick said finally getting up from his chair and walking over to where the team had started surrounding Bob. He looked nervous and placed his arms down, trying to cover the colorful ink that was permanently etched into his skin.

“It’s okay Maverick. I’m good.” Bob said as Maverick finally got a glimpse of his chest.

“Listen Bob,” Rooster started, “we’re not judging you. It’s just… Out of everyone here, you’re the least likely person I would think would have tattoos.” He placed his hand on Bob’s shoulder and he finally felt the stares shift. Everyone saw how Bob started curling back into himself, and backed off. It took the man a long time to be open and confident with the group and they didn’t want to ruin that hard work. He stood up straight and allowed everyone to look at the tattoos.

“Well, they all have a personal meaning to me. I didn’t wanna get something that was just to fill space or I was gonna regret.” He explained.

“Mind telling us what they mean? If that’s not too personal.” Fanboy asked, genuinely curious.

“Oh yeah…” he looked around and tried to decide on which one to start with.

“Well this is a red chrysanthemum,” he pointed to the tattoo right over his heart, “in Victorian flower language it means, ‘I love you,’ and that was the first flower I got for my wife on our first date.” The team looked shocked.

“I’m sorry, wife?” Hangman spoke up. The mere image that Bob had a wife was shocking to even him.

“Yeah. I’m married.” It was then that everyone, seemingly as a group noticed the second necklace behind Bob’s dog tags. It was a simple silver chain, with a golden hoop threaded through it.

“It’ll be our tenth anniversary in December.” He held a certain smile that was only for talking about loved ones. He pointed to a shaky plane tattoo next. It was on his pec, near the flower.

“That’s a drawing that my son did. Matter of fact the first one he ever did school. They asked him to draw something that meant a lot to him and he drew my F/A - 18. His mom and I were so proud of him that I decided I was gonna get it on me. His mom has an identical one on her.” Bob’s voice was soft. The Dagger team was just as shocked, if not more so, to hear he had a kid.

“Bob, you are full of surprises today.” Phoenix wrapped her left arm around his neck and pulled hm in close to her. He laughed and went with it. When she relaxed and allowed him to pull away, she noticed another drawing on his right upper arm. She looked at him with a questioning gaze and he followed her view down. He turned and showed the others.

“This is a hawthorn blossom and a cowboy hat. The hawthorn is the state tree of Mississippi and I wanted something to remind me of home that wasn’t super obvious.” Phoenix was more confused than the rest.

“Are you from Mississippi Bob? I thought you said you were from Tennessee?” She asked her WSO. Bob laughed at her questions.

“No. I’m from Mississippi. I lived in Tennessee for a while though. Special deployment. But my wife and I are both from Mississippi.” His smile plastered on his face, and a blush starting to take over.

“How come you don’t have an accent?” Payback asked bluntly.

“Oh my God Payback, you can’t just ask people why they don’t have accents.” Fanboy hit his pilot on the shoulder. The group bursted out laughing at Fanboy’s attempt of a valley girl accent. When Bob had finally recovered, he answered him.

“When I first joined the Navy, I got a lot of people who made fun of me for it. So I made myself learn how to do a neutral accent. It meant less teasing but it does come out every now and then.” By this point, half the team was sitting in the shady sand, including Bob.

“Okay,” Hangman started, “but why the cowboy hat?” It had been puzzling his mind ever since he saw the tattoo.

“Oh, I grew up on a ranch. That’s actually how I met my wife.” The look from the group practically begged for him to continue so he launched into the tale.

“Well my family was a ranching family. Cattle mostly, although we had goats, pigs, chickens. The whole nine. Well her daddy was the local supplier for different farming needs. Stuff for all different kinds of animals and crops. I was maybe fifteen years old at the time, and my pop needed somethin’ from the store so he sent me into town to get it.” As he talked more and more about his home, everyone picked up on the Mississippian accent slipping into his voice.

“When I got to the store though, the usual man wasn’t there. All I saw a pretty girl, around my age up at the counter readin’ a book on early twentieth century gangsters and mobsters. She was just so pretty to me that I completely forgot what it was that I had gone in there for. Luckily my pops wrote it down for me. But I was so shy that I couldn’t say nothin’ to her. So I got what I was there for and left.” Everyone had sat down by now, enjoying the little story time they were getting. It was nice to hear Bob talk about his home life, considering no one there knew practically anything about him other than what happened on base. The whole Dagger team was so enraptured with the story, that none of them noticed a woman and her son slowly approaching the group.

“I went to school the next Monday kickin’ myself for not talkin’ to her but figured that there was nothing I could do about it now. Until I was walkin’ down the hallway and to my first class when I felt a tap on my shoulder. Keep in mind, this is southern Mississippi so I always wore my cowboy hat everywhere and school was no exception. So when I turned around, I did it too fast and my hat hit the person behind me. To my horror, it was the pretty girl from the store. I was mortified but she just laughed it off an asked me for my name. She gave me hers an asked me to walk her to her first period which was the class across from mine. We ended up sittin’ together at lunch and she asked if I wanted to go see a movie in town together. I replied stupidly, ‘are we doin’ a friend date or a date date?’ And she said it was an actual date. So I picked her up that Friday night and brought her a red chrysanthemum. And we’ve dated ever since.” He finished his tale and everyone was speechless. Bob was nervous as to their reactions and felt like he had talked to much and now everyone was bored. Btu he felt a hand on his left shoulder and looked over at Maverick.

“That’s really sweet Bob. Thanks for telling us.” He spoke so sincerely and Bob smiled. It felt good to talk about home even when he was so far away. But home was never far away when he heard the familiar sound of, “daddy!”

Jimmy was barreling towards the group and Bob got up to meet him. He scooped his son up in his arms before he saw his wife coming straight for the pair. The Dagger team watched as the family interacted with each other. When his wife finally caught up to the boys she let out a sigh.

“I really wish he wouldn’t do that.” But her smile betrayed her exasperated tone. Bob smiled and switched his son to his left arm and pulled his wife in with the right one. He placed a kiss to her lips and pulled away. She was in a gorgeous two piece bathing suit that fit her body like a glove. The lace cover up she wore looked gorgeous against her skin. Her usual cowboy hat was on, as well as the pair of aviators she stole from Bob.

“He’s just excited to see daddy. I though y’all weren’t gonna come.” He started steering the family back towards the Dagger team that waited to meet the family with baited breath.

“Bobby, it’s only 10:00 A.M. The day is still young. But when Jimmy asked where daddy was, of course he wanted to go where you were.” They finally made their way to the team and Jimmy tucked himself further into Bob’s neck at the sight of all the other adults. His wife stood nearby, not really knowing who all these people were.

“Guys, this is my wife,” she waved and said hello to the team, “and this is my son Jimmy. Say hi Jimmy. This is daddy’s team that he tells you ‘bout.” The young boy pulled his face out of Bob’s neck and looked around at the people in front of him. While he couldn’t put names to faces on most of them, there was one he absolutely knew.

“Aunty Tasha!!” He exclaimed loudly, his hands reaching for the woman. Phoenix was taken aback by the sudden declaration. She looked at Bob curiously.

“I’ve shown him pictures of everybody. He can’t remember most of ‘em but he always remembers Aunt Tasha.” The woman was almost in tears. Bob set Jimmy down and he ran to Phoenix, who picked him up. Jimmy looked at her face and very plainly said, “hi.”

A round of introductions was made with Jimmy finally meeting all of his uncles and aunt. It seemed meeting them in person made him remember the names better. Everyone was excited to talk with Bob’s wife as they enjoyed their beach day. Rooster and Hangman would toss Jimmy around in the ocean causing the boy to laugh loudly. Fanboy and Payback were building sandcastles with him. Coyote played ball with him when the others weren’t playing football. Maverick and Penny sat down in the shade and told Jimmy stories about Bob when he was flying. Phoenix was almost always nearby joining everyone in their activities. Bob and his wife sat down in the shade and watched their son have the time of his life with his new extended family.

“We did good Bobby.” She said, leaning her head back onto his shoulder.

“Yeah we did.” He agreed putting his head in the crook of her neck.

“Whatcha say to another little Floyd runnin’ ‘round?” She pursed her lips as she waited for Bob’s reaction. He lifted his head as fast as possible off her shoulder and looked at his wife. He stared at her, with excitement and curiosity in his eyes as his hands moved down to her belly. She nodded and that was all he needed to place a passionate kiss to her lips.

"I say that I'm gonna need to plan where to put their first drawing on me."

#rebelliousstories #top gun maverick imagine #top gun imagine #top gun maverick #top gun #top gun fic #robert floyd imagine #robert bob floyd imagine #robert floyd #robert bob floyd #bob floyd x oc #bob floyd imagine #bob floyd #lewis pullman #lewis pullman imagine #lewis pullman x reader

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stray-kaz · 2 years ago

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Out of Bounds : a Jake Seresin x reader FF : II

Summary: Beach date! Swimming! Jake brings flowers! Sand and kisses!

Warning: A little bit of saucy language and a smidge of sexy stuff.

The next day, late Saturday morning, Bob opened his door to find Jake waiting on the doorstep, bouquet of all pink flowers in one hand. Jake tried to give him a winning smile, but Bob just rolled his eyes and hollered over his shoulder for you.

“Found a place for my corpse yet?” Jake asked him, arching one eyebrow.

Without missing a beat, Bob answered.

“Yes. And the shovel’s in the trunk.”

Jake snorted, but the sound died as you appeared behind Bob, a striped towel hanging over one shoulder and a chili red one piece clutched in your fist.

“Hi, darlin’“ he murmured. “You sure are pretty.”

You blushed and slipped past your brother, looking up at your date.

“Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself, golden boy.”

You smiled at Bob.

“See you later, Robert” you said, side hugging him.

He nodded at you and pinned Jake with his blue stare.

“Don’t get her pregnant” he said sternly.

“Okay...” Jake muttered, eyes narrowing a little.

He felt a slender hand slide into his, grip and pull, leading him backwards over to his truck, a giant, shining, black hulk of a vehicle. He freed his keys and unlocked it, holding open the passenger door for you to climb up inside.

When he turned the key in the ignition, the engine roared to life beneath you, and you raised your eyebrows at him as you buckled in.

“Compensating for something, Jacob?”

His jaw unhinged as he turned his head to gape at you. Then his green eyes narrowed and he reached over the space between you and gently cupped the side of your face, sending tingles over your skin.

“I’ve never had any complaints” he told you softly, scrunching his nose when your skin darkened another shade of embarrassment.

He let you go and placed his hands back on the steering wheel, leaving you to grasp at your swimsuit and towel with shaky hands.

The beach was mostly deserted, a few people scattered up and down the dunes. Jake chose a quiet spot, pulled his sunglasses out of his pocket to put them on and then yanked his t-shirt up over his head.

You tried not to stare, you really did. But he was handsome as hell and beautiful to boot, golden skin pulled taut over plentiful muscles and a light dusting of dark gold hairs and freckles over his chest.

Jake tossed his t-shirt on the sand and glanced up to catch you staring, your eyes wide and yet another blush staining your cheeks. You bit your lip and blinked, finally meeting his gaze. You expected him to smirk and act cocky, but instead he just smiled.

“See something you like?” he teased gently.

You threw your towel at him and he caught it easily, snatching it out of the air. He glanced down at it and then back up at you, a little confused.

“What’s this for?” he asked you.

“I need to get changed” you answered, your heart slamming just a bit too hard in your chest.

His eyebrows rose high.

“And?”

“I need you to hold the towel up for me so no one sees me naked.”

His eyes darkened slightly and his tongue flicked out to smooth over chapped lips as he watched you waiting for his response, arms folded and hip cocked out.

Jake came right up to you, touched your shoulders with the towel and slowly turned you in a circle, opening it around you until it formed a complete curtain, pinched together near your shoulders by his strong fingers.

“There you are, darlin’“ he murmured. “Promise I won’t peek.”

You rolled your eyes and started to shuffle around, pulling your skirt and underwear down and your tank top off. You hastily unclipped your bra and bent to pull your swimsuit on, tugging it until it sat snugly over your breasts.

“Okay, I’m done” you muttered, and Jake gathered the towel up to lay it flat on the sand for you.

He eyed you as you collected your clothes in a pile together with his t-shirt, and gave you a low whistle. You straightened again and looked at him over your shoulder.

“See something you like?” you bit back, just a little coy, and he laughed.

“Oh, yeah, I see a lot I like, darlin’.”

You raised one eyebrow.

“A lot, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

Jake rolled his eyes, took two steps and palmed your hips in both hands, his long fingers just barely grazing your backside. He squeezed gently and you jumped slightly, knocking into his chest. He was warm and solid and smelled like pine, sand and blue sky.

“It’s supposed to mean that you’ve got a lot of beautiful that I like” he breathed into your ear. “I could hold onto these hips all day long, but I’m guessing you want to get in the water at some point?”

You shivered and nodded at the same time.

“I’d like to swim” you admitted. “But you can hold onto me later. Okay?”

“Sure thing, darlin’.”

But even though he had agreed to let go of you, Jake kept a hold of your hips as you walked down to the water, feeling you sway as you picked your way over the sand.

You could feel yourself burn underneath his hands, underneath the thin material of your one piece, his touch thoroughly warming up the rest of your body, as if fire licked your skin.

Just before you reached the water, you turned to face Jake and lost your footing in the wet sand, going down with a yelp, Jake right on top of you. You landed on your back and Jake landed with his hands buried in shallow waves and sand either side of your head, his stomach and hips pressed to yours.

You blinked in shock, breathing in the scent of him and the seawater rushing past your ears. He was hovering so close, you could see the hickory flecks in his eyes and the tiny crinkles at the corners of his eyes and mouth as he grinned, his gaze flicking down to your chest and back up again.

“Come here often?” he murmured, arching one eyebrow.

You arched yours right back, in spite of the racing in your chest.

“I don’t know” you retorted. “Do you?”

Oh, he wanted to kiss your smart mouth, but he held himself back.

“Try me” he said, and rocked carefully back on his heels to stand, before reaching a hand down to haul you to your feet.

You tried to brush the wet sand out of your hair, but it was a hopeless cause and you quickly gave up.

“You’re still very pretty” Jake said, scrunching his nose and reaching out to swipe sand from the edge of your ear.

You shyly ducked your head and traced your toes through the cool water lapping at them.

“I think you’re very handsome” you admitted, glancing up at him.

“Oh, I know. Your constant fluctuation between flirty and shy tells me everything I need to know.”

You rolled your eyes and groaned a little, then reached out to take his hand again, gripping his fingers and towing him slowly out into the waves with you. You played a bit, moving your hips from side to side, then jumped as the first higher wave splashed against your back, soaking through your one piece.

You landed against Jake’s chest, his arms coming up to wrap tightly around your waist as he staggered a step in the hip deep water.

“You know, if you keep throwing yourself at me, this whole respecting your brother’s wishes thing is going to be difficult” he mumbled against your ear before straightening.

You tipped your head back and wrinkled your nose at him.

“How about you stop respecting Robert’s wishes and start respecting mine instead?” you retorted.

His smile turned into a smirk and one hand lifted to stroke a thumb across your cheekbone, sending goosebumps fluttering over your skin.

“And what are your wishes?” he asked you, lowering his head again to press his lips to your forehead and wait.

You closed your eyes, sighing softly.

“I’ll let you know” you whispered, so only Jake and the ocean could hear.

An hour later, you were back up on the sand, salt water drying slowly to damp grit on your skin, stretched out on your towels with Jake glued to your back, one of his arms pillowing your head. His other hand traced up and down your abdomen, drawing meaningless shapes and scribbles on your swimsuit with the sensitive tips of his fingers.

He felt you relax against him, your back sticking to his chest, your lower body curled against his. He leaned up over you and nosed along your cheek, felt you squirm and smile.

“Were you falling asleep?” he teased, brushing his lips across your cheekbone.

You mumbled, blinking open both eyes and shuffling further back against him.

Jake grunted at the impact and tried to ease away, not wanting to make you uncomfortable, but your body chased his and he settled against your hips, biting his lip at the feeling of your rear end nudging into him. He splayed his fingers over your stomach then slowly slid it up over your ribcage, between your breasts and finally rested it on the column of your throat, lacing his long fingers up to touch your lower jaw.

Jake gently turned your head toward him and you swallowed rapidly at the look in his eyes, now so close to yours.

“So, darlin’“ he drawled slowly, quietly. “Have you figured out what your wishes are yet?”

You slowly rotated on the towel so you could face him, hooking one leg over both of his. You felt him push against you, his hips rocking just slightly. You traced your gaze over his face; he was sandy in most places, even right by his mouth. But you didn’t care.

You nodded at him.

“I have” you told him softly.

He raised both eyebrows in anticipation.

“And?” Jake prompted.

“I wish for you to kiss me, golden boy.”

His grin was scandalous, the grin of a rake. You leaned in at the same time; he moved slow, lightly kissing your upper lip before pulling back to gauge your reaction. You chased his mouth, kissing the corner of it and tasting sand and salt. You felt his lips turn up in a smile.

“Has it been a while?” he asked, nudging your nose. “You missed.”

“Is it that obvious?” you mumbled, covering your face with your hands.

He gently pried them away and kissed all over your face until you giggled.

“Come here, darlin’. Let me show you.”

You did so willingly, breathless and falling.

It was dark out when Bob noticed Jake’s familiar oversized truck parked at the end of the driveway. He peered out the window, but he couldn’t see beyond the darkened windshield.

He should be glad he couldn’t see inside the truck. You were seated in Jake’s lap, your back pressed hard into the steering wheel, his hands circling your throat as you helplessly ground down against his hips, your moans drowning in his mouth.

Bob should be so glad he couldn’t see inside the truck.

Tagging: @callsign-viper @shanimallina87 @little-wiseone

#jake hangman seresin #jake seresin #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #tgm fic #liss writes

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spiders-rob · 2 years ago

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Ok y'all, so...here's a rough-draft kinda attempt at a fic based on the first part of a prompt by @my-little-wraithlings about Rebbeca and Renfield having sex to get him comfortable with intimacy again and it being awkward. (I might follow up with a part 2 later or I might not. I should probably post this on AO3 sometime too but *shrugs*.) I've never written anything at all smutty before so...here goes nothing. It gets a bit shippy in places because I do like them as more than friends. I'm a die-hard hopeless romantic so I suspect any attempt at smut is gonna end up kinda couplesy from me, especially on a first attempt. That deviates from the prompt a bit but I tried to reel it in more or less.

Rebecca and Robert just stare at one another for a while.

"Right so. What do we...how do we start?" He finally asks.

"I mean you have um...done this before right?"

"Yes. I just..."

They both laugh nervously.

"Yeah, no. I know what you mean."

"Um. I guess we should probably be naked."

"Oh, yes. Right." Robert pulls his sweater over his head and folds it before undressing the rest of the way. He sets everything neatly on the bedside table. Rebecca just lets her clothes fall to the side of the bed haphazardly. Robert picks them up and begins folding them.

Rebecca frowns a little but lets him set them aside. For a guy whose apartment is as chaotic as it is, he can actually be kind of a neat-freak when it comes to making sure everything is in its place. It's probably fine. Everything is probably fine. She sits down on the bed. He's looking at her now. Like he's waiting for something.

"You okay, dude?"

"Yeah. I think so. Why wouldn't I be?"

"I dunno, you're kinda...freezing up on me."

"Right. Yeah. Sorry."

They lie side by side on the bed, facing one another. Rebecca leans forward a little and kisses him. This is so weird. Not bad, but definitely weird. Nice weird? He kisses her back easily, following her lead. His lips are slightly open, like an invitation, so Rebecca flicks her tongue against the inside of his mouth.

The kiss deepens and Rebecca finds herself leaning over him, shifting to be on top of him. She rolls her hips, getting into it. Robert's hands are by his sides. He's barely moving.

Rebecca leans back up, giving him space. "We don't have to do this, if it's too weird or you don't feel like it or whatever. Y'know?

Robert frowns in confusion, "Do...you not want to do this anymore?"

"No I do." Rebecca lets her eyes wander over the man underneath her. "I definitely do."

Robert smiles a little.

"You just seemed...I dunno I mean you don't seem very...into it, I guess. So. Y'know. We could always just watch bad tv and throw popcorn at the screen like normal or whatever."

"I'm fine." Robert assures her.

"Okay so...um...maybe we should take a step back? What...I mean...shit this is awkward. How can this be...less weird?"

"Did I do something wrong?" His voice isn't outwardly quiet or nervous but it's flat and toneless and his eyes are doing the...the fucking thing.

"Shit. Fuck. No, you didn't do anything wrong. That's...the whole point is for you to get comfortable with this stuff so like...what makes you comfortable?"

He sits up and folds his knees close to his chest. He's quiet for a moment. "I don't know. I mean if I knew..."

"Right. Okay. So what should we avoid doing?" Rebecca tries.

"Um...nothing too intense? I mean we still have the pitcher in the fridge if we really need it but I definitely would prefer to avoid that. I guess if this is really about getting me comfortable it'd be best to avoid pain in general...definitely no blood." He's in his own little world at this point, blissfully unaware of the look Rebecca is staring at him with. He's smiling slightly.

"Shit. Okay. Now I think I need a minute." She says when it seems like he's done talking. She takes a few deep breaths. This is...this is raising questions that she doesn't really want answered. She's starting to worry that this is answering questions she doesn't really want answered.

When she's feeling a little more steady she says, "Why don't I try something and you can tell me what you think?"

He nods and leans back again. She maneuvers herself over him and leans down to kiss him again. "Kissing alright?" She double checks.

"Yeah."

She kisses him gently, starting at his mouth and moving down along his jaw, lifting back up and pressing kisses against his chest, running her hands across his body, watching for reactions she can go off of.

Certain motions get a soft smile that definitely seems positive. For example, a wavelike motion pressing their bodies together. She doubles down on that and he whimpers slightly. She's about to ask if it's a good noise or a bad noise (If it's a bad noise she is going to feel so, so guilty about the feelings it's giving her) when he asks, slightly breathlessly "Is it alright if I move too?"

"Yeah" Rebecca nods, "Yeah of course"

They roll against one another and smile, making noises somewhere between panting and nervous or relieved laughter.

They should take it slow, tonight, obviously, not go all the way.

Hesitantly, Rebecca moves her hand down between them and presses against him. The noise he makes is so sudden and wounded that she immediately pulls back. "Still okay?"

"Very." He nods a little. Oh. Okay. She returns her hand to its place and strokes him, it's a long, steady motion, then back up, pressing at a place just beneath the head that draws out more of those not-quite-hurt whimpering sounds.

"Can I?" He asks. She's not sure exactly what he's asking but-

"Yeah." His own hand runs over her body and down between her legs, running his fingers in gentle circles. He finds her clit and her own motions stutter. She forces herself to focus, to not stop moving. His own movements barely waver, even as his breath comes in shorter and shorter gasps, and he's wriggling against the pillows.

Everything is rushing inside her now and Rebecca twitches against him.

He's relentless now, latched on to her reactions and she's not sure how it happens but she's half moved half fallen off of him back beside him. She reaches out for him again but before she can touch him she's lost in a hot sliding rush of sensation.

"Shit" She says when she's more or less recovered and reaches for him again.

He falls back onto the pillows, face contorting as Rebecca returns to the motions. He's...whispering something.

"Still okay?" She checks.

He nods, eyes closed, and Rebecca steadies her grip, setting a slightly faster pace, spreading a bit of precum over him to ease the friction.

She actually sees the way his face completely relaxes and slackens before she feels the warm sticky feeling spurt over her hand.

She lets go and lays down on his chest, listening as his heart-beat returns to normal. He nuzzles against her, hiding his face in the crook of her shoulder and she runs a hand up and down along his back.

"You're so warm," he says, voice content, and soft and reverent and trembling slightly.

Her clean hand combs through his hair. "So...that go okay?"

He nods against her, still snuggled close.

"This is the best, though." He admits.

"What, cuddling?"

Another nod.

"Okay, great. Then let's cuddle the shit out of you."

He laughs softly and she maneuvers them into a slightly more comfortable position.

#look #I tried okay?#renfield #renfield 2023 #rebecca quincy #robert montague renfield #smut #fic #I am literally so fucking nervous to post this that I might throw up a tiny bit we'll see #Anyway here's some badly written smut #If you know me in real life no you don't #m/f smut but it's written by a lesbian for some reason

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bytheangell · 3 years ago

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Closer Than Ever

Flufftober Day 3 - Thick as thieves (Read on AO3)

Alec and Jace have always been thick as thieves. From the moment they became brothers they became inseparable friends as well. Jace never teased Alec about the bow and arrow being his weapon of choice, and when it took Alec longer than the others to kill his first demon Jace never once made him feel lesser for it, even as Jace’s own kill tally rose faster than anyone else’s. They were the perfect duo in the field and the best of friends at home.

The decision to become Parabatai wasn’t a decision at all, really. It just made sense. Alec knew that he didn’t care about anyone else the way he cared about Jace, and it only made sense to make Jace the person closest to his heart and soul.

Alec always knew he loved Jace, but he didn’t realize how much until after they became Parabatai. Everything he ever felt about Jace intensified, and while it didn’t seem to change much for Jace it changed everything for Alec.

Alec knew what he would risk by telling this to Jace. To have a fallout between Parabatai could be absolutely catastrophic, but this is Jace. Jace has never been anything but supportive, kind, and understanding. Jace loved him more than anyone else Alec knew. Surely Alec could trust Jace with this - he could trust Jace with anything.

It took Alec longer than he was proud of to finally make that leap.

Others noticed the way he looked at Jace, the way he smiled and flushed and stammered at times, and their suspicions were only coupled with words of caution.

“You’ll lose him forever,” Robert warned, with the faraway look of someone lost in a memory.

“He may not understand, Alexander. Most people won’t,” Maryse pointed out. Alec knew she didn’t understand herself.

“Be careful, Alec,” Izzy warned. “He’s… well, he’s Jace. He has his types, you know? I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

Alec listened. He hid it and bottled it up and ignored it until one day Alec simply couldn’t hold it in any longer.

“Jace… I love you.”

The words spilled out of him one night after training, entirely unceremoniously. There was no plan, only the rush of adrenaline and the feeling of a soul-deep connection thrumming through him as they locked eyes and Jace smiled at him.

That smile didn’t so much as flicker at Alec’s words.

“I love you too, Alec,” Jace said.

He said it so easily as if returning a sentiment like ‘I like your outfit’ or ‘your hair looks great today’.

“I mean, I love you. Like… romantically,” Alec added because he needed to be very clear about that. He needed Jace to get it, to truly know how he felt.

“I know,” Jace confirmed. “You weren’t exactly subtle about it. I was waiting for you to finally admit it.”

“So you…” Alec started with a hopeful smile on his face.

“I love you, Alexander,” Jace said each word with clear intent.

Without hesitation Jace cleared the space between them, giving Alec just enough time to stop him or pull away before he kissed Alec slow and gently.

Alec could barely kiss Jace back through his smile. All that time he was afraid that confessing his feelings to Jace would tear them apart, but it only brought them closer together than ever.

#jalec #jace herondale #alec lightwood #tsc #shadowhunters #elle writes a few deadbeat lines #flufftober 2022

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the-shiftshop · 4 years ago

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One Touch - Part 1

Inspired by @dark-limbo. Might want to check this blog out!

DISCLAIMER: This story might not focus on character development and plot. The story you’re about to read will solely focus on having fun with writing erotic stories. Nevertheless, this story will be filled with foreplay, intimacy and sex, a lot of sex. If straight forward stories are not your thing, I apologize, but otherwise you want to enjoy reading intimate scenes, then welcome and hop on.

This story, One Touch, will also be interactive in a way where the most votes in the poll below will be followed in the next chapter. Enjoy

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All I need is one touch. Just one touch to take control of anyone I want. Just one touch to make them do what I ask them to. I’ve been training with this new found power for over a year now, thanks to that Guide to Hypnosis book that I’ve bought for a very good price.

I’ve been hypnotizing my way throughout my sophomore year. My freshman year had not been that great and through making people do what I want, I’ve been getting great scores that made me catch up with my grades. Just one touch, I make my professors alter my grade, or make my homework, or make them think that they’ve been taking care of me and it’s their job to make sure I do great in school. I’ve been getting free coffee in the university café since the start of my sophomore year. Just one touch to make the manager think I’m their special costumer.

So far I have almost done everything that I have always wanted with hypnosis, except one that I have been craving since I’ve learned about hypnosis. No, it’s not about getting famous. It’s not about robbing a bank and getting away with it with hypnosis. It’s not about getting revenge on people who did me wrong.

It’s intimacy.

I may have touched other people’s hands, arms or shoulders, but even my own body is touch deprived. I’ve been wanting someone to touch me, grope me, kiss me, make them do whatever I ask them to. Now with this power, I can finally make anyone have intense intimacy with me. I’ve trained for over a year for this. I can’t let every attempt fail and make them weirded out, or let people know I can hypnotize anyone I want.

So far, I’ve tried this once with my roommate, Robert.

It was our finals in sophomore. Robert is sitting on his bed, studying for our exams. Looking somewhat stressed, groaning while flipping through the pages of the print-outs which he borrowed from me, and then scrolling through his laptop. I should have been studying as well, but there was something I’ve been focusing on other than studying. Still nervous if this will work, my heart beating fast.

To be honest, I’m not really that attracted to Robert. I find him cute, muscular and all, but I have never considered having sex with him, but so far he’s the only one available right now.

“I’m tired!” Robert complained and dropped my print-outs on the floor. This gave me an opportunity not to miss. I quickly grabbed my print-outs from the floor.

“Dude. Told you to take care of my stuff.” I said, standing up.

“Sorry, man. I’m just super stressed with this one. I give up.” He said, lying down.

I handed out my print-outs to him which at first, he ignored. “Robert, just grab this already.”

“Nah! Let me sleep.” He replied.

Not losing hope, I placed a hand on his arm. Just touching his arm made a significant change, which is always a hint that he’s already in trance. As soon as I touched his skin, he took a deep breathe and his breathing went slower, introducing him to a much relaxed state. I grinned, thinking the first step worked.

“Sit back up.” I said, he followed.

“Why not, let me give you a massage on my bed? Stand up and go to my bed, then lie on your chest.”

“Sure. I think I need a massage.” He replied in his usual tone

This is common with people I control. They’ll just follow whatever I ask them as if they have their free will. They still act like themselves, talk and reply in affirmation to whatever I ask them to do.

Robert grabbed his phone and dove to my bed.

He started scrolling through his phone and then stopped for a while to look at me.

“What’chu waiting for?” He asked, smiling at me, excited for his massage.

I moved near beside his hip, my left leg above the bed in a position where I can give him a massage with me beside him. I started massaging his back. That was the time I have been that close to Robert. I have never touched any part of his body, heck even a pat on the back, or a man hug. I have shook his hand when we first men in freshmen year, but that was when I don’t know about hypnosis yet.

“Feeling good already?” I asked him. I knew I have not been properly massaging him, but with just this question, he groaned in pleasure.

“Yeah, man. That feels great.”

I couldn’t wait that long anymore. I moved my hands on his exposed skin once more and he look another deep breath.

“Kiss me.” Just a simple command.

He sat back up and without wasting any second, he pulled me by my head and placed his lips on mine. He was not doing anything else but a smack. I nervously moved a hand to his crotch. He was not hard at all. That was just a smack. I pulled away and he was just staring at me, not saying anything. I moved my hand to his perk nipples and teased them through his shirt.

“How does this feel?” I asked.

“Nothing at all.” He replied.

“Then it’ll start feeling great every second.” I stared in his eyes.

He started to blush. With a pinch, he adjusted himself on my bed, then gave a very soft moan. I placed another hand on his other nipple which drove him moaning hard.

“How does this feel?”

“It feels weird, man, but... They’ve never been this sensitive before...” He ended with another moan. I can see his cock finally bulging through his shorts.

“Let me touch you down there.” I said.

“Anything you want.” He agreed so I moved my right hand to his hard on.

“Horny?”

“So much. You’re so good...” Again, he ended with a moan.

“Why not play with mine too?” I removed my hand from his nipples but kept the other hand on his cock just to give his arms space to touch me too.

“Sure thing...” He was looking away from me but his hand went to my own hard on. “You’re hard too... Damn you’re big.”

“You wanna see?”

“Yeah.”

This time, my heartbeats got so fast that I may faint in no time. I relaxed myself for a while first, but his hand touching my cock is just droving me to a much aroused state.

“Let me see yours too.” I said.

He immediately pulled his cock out his shorts. He grabbed my hand and guided it to his shaft which again made him moan hard. His other hand pulled on my shorts to make my cock peek out.

“This might be too much to ask but...” He trailed off, I stared at him as he look away. He’s obviously super shy right now too. His cheeks are burning red. Still, he brought himself to his own courage. “Can you stroke me more?” He asked.

“If you’ll let me sit above you, I’ll stroke you more.”

He nodded and let his head fall back as I stroke him more. I moved closer to him, sat on his lap as I stroke him with one hand. My other hand pulled his face closer to mine. I stared him in the eye, but he tries to look away in embarrassment.

“No need to be embarrassed here. You’ve been confused about your sexuality ever since you’ve met me. I’m just trying to help you find the true you.”

“The true me...” His face blanked out for a bit as his memories adjust, with his moans still being consistent, then he came back to his senses once more.

“Look at me in the eye.” I commanded, he followed. “Look at my lips. Look at my body.” I followed. “There’s no need to be shy around me. You should even be thankful that I’m helping you release stress.”

“I am... very thankful...” He said in between moans. “Fuck, this feels so good.” He exclaimed, switching his focus from my eyes, lips and my body. “I’m gonna cum... Do it faster.”

“Touch my body.” I said, his hands move into my shirt.

I stroke him harder. Feeling his muscle tense a lot, seeing his views bulge against his skin. Before he release, I gave him one last command.

“You’ve been keeping that in for weeks now. That’s gonna be a huge load.”

“Y-Yeah! Yeah, it will! Oh fuck!” He screamed as he finally blew his load all over our clothes. I watched as a torrent of cum blow all over his chest, face and hair. Some even went into his mouth. After a few seconds, he stopped. Panting, he stared at me. He looks so cute and erotic at the same time. I wanted my release too.

“Come here.” I pulled him close and kiss him deep. He followed suit and let out tongues intertwine. His arms hugging me, our clothes and body sticky with cum. We continued as I grind my own cock against him. It didn’t take long as I was already near my limit just by looking at Robert like this, I came too.

After all of that, I asked him to join me in the shower. I let him clean me, touch my body, then I cleaned him back. In the end, we got dressed and went back to our own businesses.

“Hey.” Robert called. “Thanks for the massage.”

I chuckled. “You’ll be coming back for more after this finals.”

“I will be” He agreed.

And that was the first time I had sex with anymore. Although, there wasn’t any penetration, I’ve been satisfied. Thanks to just one touch.

Finals had ended. Robert and I went separate ways for a while and went to our own families. It will take us 2 or 3 months until we meet again, but that’s not really disappointing.

I’m planning to enjoy the break with any men that I see, take control over them, dominate them or get dominated by them. Make then my own puppets while they think they’re doing everything in their own accord.

Thanks to that first time, I now feel confident, I think I can finally try getting any men naked.

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