This Is Such A Cute Fic I Died By The End From The Cuteness

This is such a cute fic I died by the end from the cuteness

Hi, I love your blog!! I pretty much leave “hearts”/likes on your posts. Please don’t stop writing!! 🥺💓

I’m new on tumblr so I don’t really know the terms.. like, is it a blog, is it a wall, is it a board... 😅😅😅

Anywayyyyyy

I was wondering if you could maybe write about any of the Pedro characters falling for a medical resident...? 😕 I’m currently 23

*squishes you w hugs*

**I thought this would be perfect for Whiskey!!!

Hi, I Love Your Blog!! I Pretty Much Leave “hearts”/likes On Your Posts. Please Don’t Stop Writing!!

Doc

“Doc, I don’t understand why I have to do this.” You look up as a man that looks like he just walked off a GQ photo shoot for what a modern cowboy should look like barreled through the door. “I’m fit as a fidd- well, hello there.”

He had been expecting old Doctor Jenkins, the man who had run the medical lab for Statesman for twenty years, not you. The man’s scowl quickly turned into a charming smile. His lips turned up under his thick mustache that would normally turn you off, but somehow added to the appeal of the lanky man in dark denim and a sports coat.

His dark eyes swept around the examining room as he reached up and took off his hat. “I must be dreamin’ cause Doc Jenkins was never as easy on the eyes as you, sugar.”

Ah, Jack “Whiskey” Daniels. One of the senior agents at Statesman. You had been warned by Champ when he hired you and Ginger when she showed you around that Jack was something of a lady’s man. Only Doc Jenkins had said that there was more to Jack that met the eye and that while he did have a reputation, he also respected women.

“Jack.” Both of you turned towards the open door to see the silver haired, bespectacled doctor coming in. “I see you are already hitting on my new resident.” Doc shook his head, his stern tone belied by the smile on his craggy face. He introduced you. “Eventually she will take over my position when I’ve decided I’ve had enough of patching you up.” He tells Jack and you flush under the subtle praise.

There were other medical residents, but Doc Jenkins had taken a shine to you. Telling you that you worked harder than the others, not pompous or thinking that you knew it all because you had gotten your degree. He had picked you from the others and taken you under his wing, something you would be eternally grateful for.

“Doc, why are you pulling me in for another-” Jack started to protest but Doc just held his hand up.

“Jack, you aren’t 23 anymore like our little lady here is.” Jack scowled at the old doctor while you felt your cheeks grow hot. It was true you were definitely younger than the agent, but that didn’t stop you from thinking him absolutely handsome. Jenkins turns toward you. “This boy is more stubborn than a mule. Refuses to listen to Doctor’s orders.”

“Dammit Doc.” Jack muttered before a smirk made its way to his handsome face, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he looked at you. “Just means I’ve got more experience, darlin’.” He winks and you feel like you are going to melt from the heat that floods your body.

“Alright, lover boy.” Doc slaps Jack on the back and turns him towards the table. “You know you have to have the physical done. Champ’s already breathing’ down our necks to get them done.”

Jack grumbles but starts to strip down, showing now modesty whatsoever if you judge the grin on his face when you start the examination. You just know you are going to have your hands full with this cowboy.

****

Over the next few months, you manage to see Jack Daniels every few days. You didn’t think much of it, agents had dangerous jobs and they were constantly beating their bodies up for the good of the country and the world. Various aches, pains, bruises and sprains were treated while the two of you talked and laughed together. You had really not thought it was unusual until today.

“I swear to the finest Kentucky mash that boy has it bad for you.” You look up from the chart you were filling out to find Doc standing at the door to your office with two glasses of bourbon in his hands.

“Huh?” You shook your head, not understanding what he was talking about.

“Jack.” He laughs when he sees your furrowed brow. “Boy’s coming in again. Says he pulled a muscle during his latest mission.”

“So?” You turn back to the chart, dismissing his claim. “He’s always in here. Being an agent is hard on the body.”

“That’s just it, girl.” Doc comes over and plops down in the cushy chair opposite your desk and leans over, setting your glass next to your hand. “I used to have to threaten to hogtie that man to get him anywhere near an examine room.”

Your pen freezes as you look up at him. Noticing the smug grin on his face before he takes a sip of his drink. “Now Champ is threatening to hogtie him to keep him away.”

“No.” You scoff, throwing down your pen and grabbing your drink, suddenly feeling as if your throat was a bit dry. “You said it yourself, Whiskey is getting older so it’s natural that he would be a bit more injured as time goes on.”

“That boy is healthy as a horse.” Doc snorts, lifting his glass up in a mock toast. “He might not be 23 but he acts like it, and he damn sure never came willingly to get treatment, not even after being shot.”

Your eyes widen. Doc had turned over the treatment of all the senior agents over to you soon after Jack had completed his physical. So every time he had been hurt, he had come to you. He was….he had….You couldn’t even finish the thought in your head but Doc nodded at you.

“I see the light bulb’s gone off.” He chuckles before tossing back the rest of his drink and standing. “If you don’t feel the same way, girl, let him down easy.” He frowns for a second, pausing before speaking again. “A lot of others dismiss him because of the reputation he built for himself. But it was done on purpose to protect his heart.”

You knew about his past. You had read the files on every single agent in Statesman. Agent Whiskey had lost his pregnant wife in a robbery gone wrong only weeks before she was due to give birth to their son. There was a long time where his psych evals were a grim picture of recklessness and a lack of self preservation. As if he had wanted to be taken out and join his family. Eventually he had worked through his grief and had adopted the persona he now carried.

Doc looks down at you thoughtfully. “He’s a good man, honey.” He tells you honestly. “And if you want him, you can guarantee that cowboy would worship the ground you walk on.” He turns and walks toward the door. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes.”

You stared at the door for a long time after he left, lost in thought.

****

Walking into the exam room, you see that Jack is already up on the table, shirtless with a sheepish smile on his face as he nods towards his shoulder. “Sorry to pull you away from other important things, darlin’, but I guess I just went a little too hard with the lasso.”

You normally required all the other agents to call you by your name or Doctor, or even Doc but you let Jack get away with calling you darlin’ or sugar or honey just like Doc Jenkins. You let him get away with it because it always made the butterflies erupt in your stomach to hear him call you some term of endearment.

There was a soft spot for Jack inside you. Had been since that first meeting, you couldn’t deny that. “Let’s take a look.” You smile and snag a pair of gloves from the body and pop them on.

It was a pulled muscle, if it was really injured at all. Looking back, most of the injuries Jack had come to you for were minor. Ones that you really couldn’t do much for beside heat or ice and a massage coupled with anti-inflammatories.

You put your hand on his shoulder and a subtle shudder ran through him before you heard a belated hiss. “Yeah, there it is.” His shoulder shakes as he gives a chuckle. “I guess I need to slow down some, stop being so good at my job.” He turns his head and winks. “Maybe Champ will let me hang around the office more.”

Your stomach did that butterfly thing again, and you avert your eyes back to his shoulder as you press and poke, feeling the muscles and bones underneath. “Just need a little TLC, Jack. That’s all.” You venture, heart starting to pound in your chest. You were going to do this. You were going to ask him out.

“And where do you suppose I could get that, sugar?” He asks quietly.

You step away from his shoulder and pull your gloves off, looking into warm brown eyes that are solemnly fixed on yours. “I recommend you get cleaned up and come to my house tonight at 7 for dinner. I’ll even make sure your shoulder gets the proper treatment it needs.” You know he doesn’t need anything. His shoulder is fine and both of you know it.

Jack’s smile is bright and his eyes glitter with excitement. “Sure thing, Doc. I’ll always follow Doctor’s orders.”

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Wear My Name

mondern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.0k

You've bought a new pair of panties. Hopefully, Eddie likes the little surprise when he sees them.

Warning: 18 +. breeding kink, p in v, unprotected sex, lil bit of a hand job.

Thank you to my beta readers <3

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"What is that?"

You turn to look over your shoulder at your boyfriend. With an eyebrow raised you ask, "What's what?"

"That." Eddie points at your lower back. "What's that shining right there?"

You smirk. He had noticed the little surprise you'd bought for him. So, you stood from your spot at the edge of his bed and hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your thong. Pulling it up a little you say, "Oh this?"

You knew by the short intake of air that Eddie had finally seen the full thing. The red lace of the thong had his name spelled out in what you thought were tacky charms decked in rhinestones. When you’d seen the Etsy listing for them you couldn't help but wonder what Eddie’s reaction would be.

"Do you like them?" You ask. You have to turn your body slightly to see his response as words seem to have left him.

His hands were reaching out for your hips and before you knew it, Eddie was pulling down the grey sweatpants you had borrowed from him.

You gasp, slapping at his hands. "Eddie!"

"Can't help it, need to see all of them." He sounded memorized. "Do a spin for me, baby."

He lets go of you long enough for you to toe off your pants and do a tiny spin. He gives your ass a small smack as it passes.

"Fuck- baby you look breathtaking."

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You let him pull you atop his lap. His hands are warm as they smooth over the fronts of your thighs. His lips kiss up your clothed spine and you shiver in excitement. He hums as he breathes you in.

“Wanna see you bouncing on my cock with this on, Sweetheart.”

You smile. “Then lay back for me Eds and let me put on a show for you.”

He does as you request, laying back against the pillows with his arms resting behind his head. He watches your every move, eyes following as your fingers tug at his blue and black checkered boxers.

He's semi-hard, cock falling to his stomach, growing stiffer by the second. You take it into your hand and rub your Thumb over the sensitive tip.

“Mmh, that's right baby. Love when you touch me.” Eddie moans, tilting his head back to rest on the headboard.

You reach over to the nightstand and grab your bottle of lube and squinting some into your hand. It's cold. Eddie jumps a bit When you bring your lubed hand to his throbbing cock.

Slowly you begin to pump your hand. He hardens under your grasp and you can feel it throbbing as his heart rate picks up.

Eddie bites his lip as he moans. His legs flex and his hips buck up. He lets out a groan when you let go of him only to quiet down when you turn, swinging a leg over his so that you're straddling him.

His hands immediately grab your hips, thumb rubbing across his bedazzled name.

The room is filled with heavy breathing as you situate the thin string of the thong to the side. You need him inside of you and so you take his cock and guide him into your sopping-wet cunt.

There's a pounding in your core urging you to take him all the way. You choke out a cry as you do. The sudden feeling of the full stretch he gives you along with the fullness has you throwing your head back. “Fuck.”

Eddie's fingers grip tightly into your skin, flesh pudges between the digits. He's holding you so hard there will probably be bruises later, you hope so. When you nod to him, showing that you're ready, Eddie starts to guide your hips. Helping to move you up and down, grinding into his cock.

Your mouth slackens into an O shape as the head of his cock presses deep within you. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” you repeat as you bounce. Your pleasure is all that you can think about at that moment. At a particularly harsh snap of Eddie’s hips, you hurl forward, catching yourself on the mattress with your hands. The angle has him hitting just right and a guttural moan spews past your lips. “Eddie!”

“That’s right Sweet girl,” he praises. “Feel so good around me, just love when this sweet pussy squeezes me. S’my sweet pussy isn't it baby? All fuckin’ mine.” He grunts, hips pistoning upwards faster.

“All yours Eddie! Fuck- my pussy’s all yours!” You cry.

“Yeah? That why you had to mark it with my name? Wear those slutty panties so everyone would know whose fuckin’ pussy this is?” He stopped his thrusts and before you knew it you were lying face first on the mattress and Eddie was shoving his thick cock back into you, pounding into you even harder.

Short grunts and gasps for breath could be heard as he fucked you mercilessly into the bed. His fingers held your hips steady, fingers tangled in the lace of your thong.

“Gonna cum inside. Get you nice and round with my baby. Then there won't be any question of who you belong to.”

His words have you shuddering. Your body begins to tense as you feel yourself starting to come undone. “Yes!” you scream in answer, wanting nothing more than for you to belong to him and him to you. “Yes, yes! Fuck a baby into me, Eddie!”

One hand lets go of your hips and grabs the hair at the base of your scalp. You mewl as he pulls taut, guiding your body up and flush with his own. His lips kiss messily over your neck and shoulder. You turn your head and he connects his lips with yours. It's sloppy, a mix of spit and gnashing teeth.

“Oh fuck! Ed- Eddie I’m… fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Mmm. Cum on my fuckin’ cock baby, show me how only I can make you feel.” His thrusts pick up to a speed you didn't think was imaginable.

Tears are flowing down your face as his grip on your hips tightens. You can’t take it anymore and with a cry of pleasure, you cum, your body trembling as he follows close behind.

He lets you fall back to the bed, falling to the side to catch a well-needed breath.

“Should wear my name more often.” Eddie gives a breathy laugh.

You eye him, watching as the hand he has laid over his stomach rises with his breathing. “I make a note of that.”

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