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Summary: Jack is lonely and sexually frustrated. Through all of the nights of going to sleep unsatisfied, he decides to take measures into his own hands. He searches for a camgirl to watch and stumbles upon you, his Cherry Darling. As Jack’s obsession with you grows, he finds out that you may be a lot closer to him in reality than online.
Lovergirlnote: Whew y’all, this was a ride with writing, but I really enjoyed bringing it to life! Once again, thank you all so much for supporting me and showing love! I appreciate y’all🥹♥️
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), camgirl!reader, sex work, mutual masturbation, use of sex toys, unprotected sex (m/f), dark!Jack, obsession, murder, stalking, fingering, blackmailing, dubcon, daddy kink, kind of medical kink?, vagina inspection kink(I think that may be all, but let me know if I got forgot)
Jack Abbot is lonely.
There’s no other words or synonyms that he cares to use to explain his situation. Each day after his shift, he does the exact same routine. Call it familiarity or call it the years of army training, but Jack can’t find it in himself to break this pattern.
It’s lonely without having the distinct laughter of his wife permeating through the walls of the house. It’s lonely not being able to slot his body against hers and smell the body cream that she’d been using for ages.
It’s lonely to not feel the intimacy of human touch, or the sweet pleasure that comes with connecting with another fellow human being.
Which leads Jack to another revelation.
He’s so incredibly horny.
His body is craving that oh so sweet relief that courses through your veins when you climax. He misses the full body shudders that racked through him when he would cum.
He’s already done the obvious. Jack’s jerked off more in this current timeline than he did when he was married. Contrary to popular belief, Jack Abbot is very tech savvy. He’s just a traditional man and prefers to do things the old way, such as still using a fax machine.
He’d considered getting one of those fleshlights, but the ideas of pumping his dick inside a rubber toy and wasting his cum just sounded like so obscure. The fleshlight wouldn’t moan or tell him how he good that he was making it feel. And the fleshlight surely wouldn’t be warm or tighten around him as it climaxed. So yeah…toys were out of the question.
He knows that there’s apps now that he could utilize to get a quick hookup, but Jack doesn’t want that. He doesn’t just want a quick fuck—he wants intimacy.
He wants to feel the other person’s body undulating beneath his as he licks the sweat from their body. He wants to hear the loud, wet squelching that comes from good pussy.
He wants a woman.
He does what any normal man does, he pulls up the good ole’ porn sites. He spits crudely in his hands and wraps it around his dick. He breathes a deep sigh of relief at the first tug. Jack navigates to the videos of women pleasuring themselves. He’d always been a sucker for watching a woman know her body and bring herself to a climax.
Normally, he’d be able to jerk himself off, cum, and go to sleep. But tonight’s different. Every single video that Jack clicks on just feels wrong. There’s no excitement or heat building in his stomach. In one video, it’s clear to him that the woman is faking it by her high-pitched and over exaggerated moans.
It turns him off even more when she starts to make her voice more child-like.
Those type of vibes had never been for Jack when it came to picking out his porn. He likes when he can tell that the person is actually in pleasure. He wants and craves realness. Not something that’s been overproduced and oversaturated to please boys who don’t know the first thing about making a woman cum.
Jack sighs before tucking himself back in his boxers. He continues to search endlessly for the perfect site and video, and it all proves to be futile.
Until…
An ad pops up one of the sites that he’s on.
Are you lonely and looking for companionship? Maybe you just a want a release after a long day. Our girls are ready to make all of your fantasies come true. Click the link and journey into your sensual experience of a lifetime.
Curiosity gets the best of Jack, and he clicks on the link. The first thing about the website that catches Jack’s eye is how the website looks. It’s pink, elegant, and hyperfeminine. He can tell that the website design has a distinct women’s touch to it.
Sensual Desires is the name that flashes across the top of the screen in a neat cursive font. Jack’s impressed by what he’s seeing so far. He’s used to vulgar simplicity of most other porn sites, but this is different.
His eyes flicker over to the tab that says live camshows. He never actually considered the fact that he could watch the women live, instead of some prerecorded video.
Before Jack can journey into the live cam sessions, the website prompts him to make an account. He’s also surprised to see a list of rules outlined as he’s making the account.
Rule #1: Always respect the women. That means any rude, disgusting, and perverted customers will be blocked from the shows and website permanently. No derogatory comments allowed!
Rule #2: Do not request underage play, or anything related to minors or children. You will be blocked and reported.
Rule #3: No sharing any of the women’s private information.
Rule #4: Tip the women well. They work hard to put on a show for you all. Compensate them well.
He clicks the box to acknowledge that he understands the rules. Jack signs up with the username silverfox. He’d heard a few nurses jokingly referring to him as a Silver Fox, and he figures that the name is appropriate for his username.
The screen loads and show Jack a bunch of different live shows that are happening now. He clicks the button that has ‘preview,’ which gives him a sneak peak into the shows. He swallows at the sight of the woman bouncing up and down on a hot pink dildo shaped like a tentacle.
It’s hot for sure, but it’s not quite what Jack is hoping for tonight. He continues to stroll through various pages until he stops suddenly.
He looks at the username: cherrydarling17 is now live….
Jack looks at the preview where you sit with your legs beneath you. He can only see the bottom half of your face and your pretty lips, but nothing to be able to make out your whole appearance.
Jack runs his eyes across your frame, which is adorned with a pink floral set. The cups are mesh, and he peeps the sight of your dark nipples beneath the cups.
You run your hands up and down your body slowly. Just as you’re reaching for the strap of your bra, the preview ends. Jack hurriedly clicks to join the stream. He doesn’t want to miss a second of the show.
The screen loads and finally Jack can see you again. You pull down the other strap teasingly as you flash subtle peeks of your nipples.
You move your head down slightly and chuckle, “Seems like we have a few eager boys tonight. You know the rules, you pay to see what’s next.”
The chat blows up more as the viewers pay to get more of a glimpse at your gorgeous body. Seemingly satisfied with the flow of the money, you finally appease your viewers by dropping the bra.
Jack feels himself hardening in his briefs as he finally catches sight of your body. He can’t help but drool a bit at the sight of your breasts and nipples. You move your hands up to palm at your breasts, tweaking the nipples between your fingers.
Jack finds his eyes wandering down to your still covered center. He can see the way that you’re moving your hips for some form of friction.
He wants more. No. He needs to see more of you. Before he knows it, he’s taking out his debit card and putting the information in.
He types in the chat as you read.
silverfox: $200 to see you take off your underwear. $400 to see between your legs.
Your glossed lips quirk up, “Looks like you all may have some competition. For you silverfox, I’ll honor your request.”
You sit up and toy with the edges of your underwear. Jack sticks his hand in his briefs and pulls his dick out again. You start to shimmy the underwear down your legs. Your mound is bear and Jack figures that you make more money this way.
If he had it his way, you’d never have to shave yourself again. He’d worship and bury his face so deep inside you to show you how much he liked your hair.
You hold the panties up to the screen to show Jack and all of the other viewers the wet spot that covers the seat of the underwear.
“I guess you all got me wet already, and we haven’t even gotten to the best part of playing.” You sit back with your legs still closed before you slowly start to open them.
Jack leans over and allows the glob of spit to trail from his mouth and onto his dick. He twists his hand upwards just as you fully open your legs.
Jack lets out a loud, desperate moan at the sight of your glistening folds in the light. The chat blows up with comments and tips as all of the other viewers enjoy the sight of you.
“Is that good enough for you, silver fox?” You ask, using your fingers to spreads yourself open more. Jack cant help but try to memorize every detail of you in his mind.
He looks at the slick that flows from your hole, which clenches around nothing. His mouth waters at the sight of your pearl that looks like it’s begging to be touched.
silverfox: you’re perfect sweetheart. I’d be willing to pay a lot more to see you play with yourself.
“Fingers or toy?” You ask him, and for a moment, Jack feels as though you’re talking to him.
silverfox: fingers first. I want you to warm yourself up and then if you’re good, I’ll let you use a toy.
By the way that your breath hitches, Jack can tell that you like being told what do. You trail your fingers down to your center and run them through your soaked folds. Your hips jerk as the tips of your fingers touch your clit. You trace small circle around the throbbing pearl as you moan softly.
You have Jack’s full attention. He’s not even jerking off at this point. He’s just watching. When he stuff two fingers into your hole, Jack’s heart beats faster. He looks at the way that hole stretches to accommodate your fingers, and he can’t help but yearn to taste you.
You get into a rhythm of thrusting your fingers inside of yourself while your other fingers circle your clit. You moan and hump your fingers faster and faster.
A loud moan leaves your pretty lips as Jack and all of the other viewers watch you cum. This is what Jack craves. This is that raw pleasure that he seeks to be apart of.
You drag your fingers from your core and present them to the camera. Jack can make out the slick that clings to your fingers. You bring your fingers to your mouth and suck your release from them. This causes the chat to go crazy as many of the men comment on how they wish they could be the one tasting you.
Jack wishes that he could too.
“Now, I get to play with my toys. Question is, are we feeling the blue one or the clear one?” You hold both of the dildos up to the screen for the viewers to decide.
Jack thinks hard about the choice.
silverfox: $600 for the clear
“My, my silver Fox, you really know how to spoil a girl. Clear it is,” You said, placing the blue off to the side.
You open a bottle of lube and rub it across the dildo before positioning it at your entrance. “I hope you’re touching yourself, silver fox because I’m imagining that it’s you.”
You notch the bulbous tip at your entrance before beginning to slot it in. Jack grips the base of his dick as more precum begins to pool out from his tip. He moves his hand up softly as he watches your walls stretch to accommodate the toy.
“Mmmm…it’s so big,” you moan, and Jack can tell that you aren’t faking it. He imagines that you’d say the same thing to him as he’s sliding inside you.
Due to the opacity of the toy, he and the other viewers are treated with slight peek of your pink walls.
For the next fifteen minutes, Jack watches you thrust the toy in and out of yourself as more of your slick pools beneath you. At the same time, he jerks off to the rhythm of your thrusts.
“Right there baby, keep that same pace, I’m almost there,” Jack moans, twisting his hand faster.
“I’m so close,” you whine through the screen.
Yours and Jack’s releases hit at the same time. Your thighs shake as the orgasm consumes you, and Jack watches you clench around the toy.
At the same time, long ropes of cum shoot from his tip and cover his shirt. Jack’s surprised by the sheer amount of cum that comes from his body, and by the time that it’s over, he feels drained. He hasn’t cum like that in a long time.
You slide the toy from your center with a soft pop and present it to your audience. You hold it up to your lips as your tongue flicks out to taste your release. You don’t stop until the toy is completely clean.
You smile, “That felt so good. Thank you all for tuning in and for making tonight special. I’ll see you guys soon for the next session.”
You give a little wave before the show ends.
Jack is left sitting there with the cum staining his shirt, but he does come to one scalding realization.
He needs to see more of you.
A week later when Jack comes in on the day shift, he’s noticeably in a better mood. He’s never been one to take his emotions out on others, but he is known to be a bit grumpy at times.
Robby frowns when he sees Jack smiling brightly, “Are you possessed or something?”
“No, I’m just in a good mood,” Jack answers.
“Right. You mind helping out in Room Five?” Robby asks, to which Jack nods. Robby calls your name and you perk up before walking over to him and Jack.
“Would you mind helping Dr. Abbot out in room five?” Robby asks, eyes flickering between you and Jack.
“Yeah sure,” you said, turning to Jack and waiting for him to start walking.
While Jack has a major online crush on Cherry Darling, he also has a huge real life crush on you. You’d been working at the hospital for about a year, and you’d made quite the impression on the entire department.
Jack had heard all the chatter about the new nurse on day shift, who was stealing everyone’s heart. He also didn’t miss the whispers of everyone about how pretty they thought you were.
Jack figured that it was just the classic case of “new kid on the block” until he finally had the chance to meet you for himself. You had filled in for one of the night shift nurses who had caught the flu.
When Lena first introduced you to Jack, he felt like his brain was short circuiting. You smiled all pretty at him before getting to work. Not only were you pretty, but you’d proven to be a brilliant woman.
There were certain things that you were catching before the residents themselves.
Jack finally had a chance to speak to you in debt when you turned to face him, “Hey, I’m going to get a coffee. You want one?”
“Yeah that’d be great. Thank you,” Jack said. He spent the next minutes watching you walk down the hallway and admiring the way that you made the scrubs look good.
After a while, you came back and slid the cup over to Jack. He was honestly expecting to get a taste of the horrible cafeteria coffee, but was pleasantly surprised at the taste.
You chuckled, “From the look on your face, I assume that you were expecting something gross.”
“S’not you, I promise. The coffee here isn’t known to be the best,” Jack responds, taking another sip of the coffee.
“Trust me, I learned that on my first day here, so I’ve been bringing my own ingredients from my supply, including the instant coffee.”
For a moment, something warms in Jack. You actually had offered him coffee from your personal supply and took the time out to make it for him. Sure, there’s a brief moment where he guesses that you’ve probably done this for other people in the Pitt, but he pushes that thought aside because he likes the idea that he’s special to you.
It unlocks something darker in Jack. Something he’s not ready to come to terms with yet.
“Well, I appreciate it a lot, kid. Thanks.” He states. You give him a nod before returning back to charting.
Now in the present as he walks alongside you down the hallway, he reflects on how deep his crush is on you.
“Shouldn’t you be resting before you actually have to come in, Dr. Abbot,” You tease, throwing him one of your signature smiles.
“I should in theory, but I heard about the accident and figured I’d come help. ‘Sides there’s still time for me to go home and nap,” Jack explains. However, he knows that he won’t be napping. He’ll be too busy strolling through his Cherry Darling’s videos and cumming to them before going to sleep.
“You need a hobby, and not your little SWAT rendezvous either. Something that’s not this place, you know? Something fun,” You said.
“What do you suggest? I hope you don’t say golf because I haven’t gotten to that point yet.”
“Huh, I thought all old white men liked golf,” you said, smirking at him.
Jack laughs loudly, “Hey, sweetheart, I’m not that old. If anything, Robby’s the dinosaur here.”
“Sure, Dr. Abbot, whatever helps you sleep at night.” You tease before bumping his arm with yours. Jack finds himself smiling at the playful gesture before he returns it.
Soon, you’re both in room five working on the patient. Jack likes how you can just anticipate what he needs before he has to speak it. Working on shifts with you is much easier and peaceful.
He allows himself to think about how life would look with you outside of the Pitt. What were you like at home? How was your house decorated? Did you like to watch crappy reality shows and curl up with takeout? Did you walk around the house in a pair of your skimpiest panties and an oversized tee?
You consume Jack’s thoughts for the remainder of his time helping out. Even when he’s heading out the door to go sleep, you tease him.
He walks out of the Pitt with a smile on his face. Maybe you actually reciprocate his crush.
Back at his house, Jack plops on the couch before pulling out his computer. He logs back into Sensual Desires before navigating to Cherry Darling’s page.
He observes the amount of followers that she has and knows that she deserves it. Just from the show that he saw, he can tell that she takes her content serious.
He navigates through all of her videos and clicks on the most recent prerecorded one. In the video, Cherry Darling sits in her room with a soft pink lingerie set covering her brown skin.
Jack likes the fact that she builds up the foreplay for herself and the viewer. Before long, he watching as she bounces up and down on a flesh colored dildo. Her juices run down the toy as she moans in pleasure.
She’s turned away from the camera so that the viewers can watch her cheeks as they ripple beneath her own thrusts.
Jack’s cumming in perfect sync with his Cherry Darling as she shakes from the pleasure. At the end of each video, she’s always polite enough to say thank you.
Each video only serves at making Jack’s yearning for you grow deeper. He wants to spend every second of his time watching you.
Two months later
Notification from cherrydarling17: Hi everyone, I’ll be doing private sessions and custom videos over the weekend if you want to sign up. There are only 10 spots available, so I hope to see you there.
xoxo,
Cherry 🍒
Jack’s pretty sure that he didn’t even sign up for the army as fast as he signs up for the chance to have a private session with his Cherry Darling.
The excitement of it all builds up throughout the week. Then comes the overthinking. What if she felt creeped out by him? What if she thought that he was some old and disgusting pervert?
What if she didn’t like him?
For a moment, Jack considers cancelling his session with you and just going back to watching his videos until he sees a notification from the sensual desire website.
*New message from cherrydarling17*
Cherrydarling17: Hi! I saw that you signed up for a private session with me, and I’m excited to meet you. I just wanted to check and see if you had any special requests..like is there a specific color that you want to see me in on Saturday, or is there something that you want to see in particular?
Jack swallows down the nerves. She was really trying to make sure that he had a good experience.
Silverfox: Hi, thanks for the message. I’ve actually been really nervous about our session. But if it’s possible, could you wear something blue? In terms of other things, I’m fine with watching and going from there. I just really want to see you feel good.
Cherrydarling17: I have the perfect set in mind, don’t worry!😉Also, it’s normal to feel nervous. If it helps, you don’t have to show your face. I just want us to have the best possible time together and for you to get your money’s worth. Thanks for subscribing!♥️🍒
Her words put Jack at ease, and he feels more prepared than ever to spend some one-on-one time with his Cherry.
On Saturday night, you change into the navy blue set that you have prepared for your last session with silverfox. You slide the sheer stockings up to the knees before moving to your spare bedroom, which acted as your studio.
You had got into camming over two years ago when you decided to try to make some extra cash. You had found Sensual Desires through a mutual friend and signed up. You liked how the website was women-owned and how the founders cared about the safety and wellbeing of their creators.
It wasn’t long before you had become one of the top creators.
It was a bit hard at first with making videos, but then you reminded yourself that even though the viewers were paying, it was still all about your pleasure.
As a nurse, you made a pretty decent salary, but you still wanted to have extra money to buy yourself the things that you desired.
No one at the Pitt knew about your little side hustle. To them, you were just the sweet, extroverted nurse that everybody got along with. There were too many big mouths at the Pitt, so you didn’t want to risk sharing that part of your life with anyone.
Plus, you weren’t ready to have all of the scrutiny and stares that came with people finding out.
You were thoroughly intrigued with the man behind the username, silverfox. Since he first joined your live show, he’d been consistent with supporting you. Each one of your videos were liked and commented on by him. He also tipped you well on regular videos and live shows.
You liked him more than your other viewers because he was actually sweet and considerate of the time and effort it took to put on your shows. Unlike some of the other viewers who wanted you to tire yourself out, silverfox was consistent to reminding you to take breaks or take a second to drink water.
He’d tip you $100 if you drank water and took time to recuperate after having an orgasm.
So when you saw that he had signed up for a private session with you, you couldn’t help but feel excited.
Most of the other slots were men who wanted you to use various toys or degrade them in some fashion. One man wanted you to boss him around and call him your bad puppy, while he barked and whimpered.
It was interesting experience for sure, but you got a nice $2,500 out of it so you wouldn’t complain.
As you set up your computer, you can’t help but think about Jack Abbot. Truly, there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t think about Jack. Sure you had a little crush on the man, but who didn’t?
Through your moments of interacting with Jack, you cherished each and every one. Though, you weren’t sure how the man felt about you.
There were moments where you both would share jokes and dry quips or a coffee, but nothing further. You’d caught him staring at you across the room a few times, but he did that with everyone.
Plus, you really didn’t want to fall into the line of gossip for starting an affair with one of the attendings. There was enough chit chat about Robby and all of the other nurses to go around.
So you decided to just be content with the cards that you’re dealt with.
Turning on the camera, you make sure that your body is perfectly positioned and only part of your lips visible.
Right at 9:00 PM, the site lets you know that silverfox has joined. You take a deep breath to ease the nerves before admitting him to the session.
Your breath hitches at the sight of the man sitting with only the bottom half of his face showing along with his toned body in the black t-shirt. There’s something distinctly familiar about him that you can’t put your finger on.
You smile, “Wow, are you usually this on-time for everything, or were you excited to see me?”
He chuckles, “Yes to both. I’m always on-time and I was really excited to see you. You look gorgeous by the way.”
You glance down at your set before moving closer so that he can see you more, “Thank you, after you picked the color, I knew the perfect set that I wanted to wear tonight.”
There’s a beat of silence. You can tell that there’s still some nerves on his end.
“Why don’t you tell me where you’d like us to start? We can keep talking and ease our way into things,” You suggest.
“Yeah, I’d like that. Umm..what’s your favorite color?”
You giggle, “I actually have two. I like blue and green. What’s yours?”
“Blue. What’s your favorite fruit?”
“Cherries, hence the username,” you respond.
For the next twenty minutes, you and silverfox use the time to talk to each other and learn surface facts. He learns that you’re obsessed with Moschino cherries and that you have cherry stickers on literally everything. You learn that his favorite movie is Roman Holiday, and the movie he always cries to is Steel Magnolias.
Truthfully, you almost forget the other portion of the session or the fact that you’re sitting in a lingerie set while you talk to him.
You don’t feel like you have to feign interest in him. You just are.
The conversation shifts to something more erotic when you feel bold enough to ask him his favorite position.
“I’m more of a missionary guy. I like to see my partner’s face while I’m making them feel good,” He states, shifting in the seat.
“You seem like the type who thoroughly worships a woman. Like her pleasure is yours,” you point out.
“It is. I like watching the person I’m with give into that pleasure. It’s sexy getting to watch the way that their body freezes for just that tiny second before they cum.”
You squeeze your thighs together at his tone. On the other side of the screen, Jack can see his words are affecting you.
If only, you both knew who was on the other end of the call.
“Why don’t you take your bra off for me, sweetheart? Let me see you.”
You sit up and reach behind you to unclip the bra as it falls down your chest. Jack’s throat bobs at the sight of your breasts. He imagines what it’d be like to touch you.
“You’re perfect, baby. Everything that I ever imagined.”
A smile graces your lips, “Thank you. What do you want me to do next?”
“I wanna see you make yourself feel good, sweetheart. You know that dildo that you have, the one that’s similar to my complexion? Grab that one for me.”
You nod before moving off to the side to grab the toy. You carefully sit down, ensuring that your face is still hidden.
“Good girl. Now…take off your underwear and spread your legs for me,” Jack orders softly. You swallow roughly at the praise before obliging to his orders.
Jack trails his greedy eyes down your perfect body to your perfect wet center. He’s never seen anything more beautiful than you.
“Look at you, so wet and so needy. You should get that toy all wet. Show me how you would suck me off if I was there,” He demands.
You hold the toy up to your lips as your tongue comes out to trace at the faux veins. You slide the tip into your mouth as you move in and out of your mouth. Jack palms himself through his sweats at seeing your lewd actions. He imagines how he’d look in your throat.
“Push it deeper baby.”
You do. A soft gag leaves your mouth until you adjust. As you pull toy out, a thin line of saliva follows.
“You’re so good baby. Now let me see you fuck it.”
An hour and thirty minutes later, you nearly collapse as the last orgasm racks through your body. On the other side of the screen, Jack tries to catch his breath as his cum stains his hand and chest. He can still see your thighs shaking and the puddle that had formed under you.
“You were so good for me tonight. Now, I want you to go get a glass of water and drink it. M’gonna sit right here with you for a while until I know that you’re okay,” Jack said.
You nod and shakily stand on your legs. You procure a glass of water before sitting down to drink it in front of him. Even over the screen, Jack wants to ensure that he gives you proper aftercare.
“Are you all good now?”
“Yes, thank you for that. No one’s ever been that considerate.”
Jack nods and flicks his tongue to lick his lips, “You’re welcome. As long as I’m around, I’ll always make sure you’re taken care of.”
Little did you know, he’s planning to be around for a very long time.
Jack continues his private sessions with his Cherry darling. He finds that he becomes more and more enamored with the girl behind the screen. It isn’t just lust. Jack actually cares about her wellbeing.
During the day, he still finds himself drawn to you. There are some instances of overlapping shifts where he talks with you, and you both still share the same familiar joke.
Neither of you suspects the obvious connection that you share.
Well not at first.
There’s something that makes Jack pause when he comes to help out on day shift. You place your Stanley cup on the desk beside Jack after you take a sip of water. He takes sight of the cherry stickers that litter across the bottle. He swears that he’s seen the exact same bottle in Cherry’s videos, but he quickly dispels the thoughts.
Those were pretty common stickers. There was no way that the pretty nurse who he had a crush on was also the same woman who he’d been cumming to.
The second coincidence comes in the break room when Jack spots you casually stabbing your fork into a mini to-go container, which has surprise, surprise Moschino cherries in it.
Jack swallows nervously, “What ya got there, kid?”
“Oh, just a few Moschino cherries. They’re my favorite.”
“Nice, make sure you don’t give yourself a sugar rush. Can’t have you jittery on a case,” Jack jokes, trying to brush off the nerves.
You chuckle, “Dr. Abbot, I’m already sweet and jittery. It’s a little too late for the warning.”
He laughs, despite the pit in his stomach trying to convince him that you’re his Cherry. Maybe he’s finally lost it. Maybe he’s been spending so much time with Cherry and crushing on you simultaneously that he’s managed to combine you and the woman into one person.
Unfortunately for Jack, the universe only proves to get more and more crueler to him. You had managed to accidentally nick your arm on a door in a rush to help out with one of the cases. You don’t notice the small stream of blood as it trails down your arm, but Jack does.
He calls your name gently, “Come here for a second. You have a cut.”
You follow Jack to the hallway, where there aren’t many people, and he gently grabs your arm in his hands as he dabs at it with alcohol pads.
“What’s the prognosis, doc? Can we save my arm?” You ask teasingly.
Jack chuckles as he grabs a nearby bandaid, which happens to have cherries on it. “I don’t know, kid. We may need to send you up to general surgery.”
“Yeah, and who’s going to foot that hospital bill?”
Jack looks up at you, “I’d pay for it.”
There’s a brief pause of silence as the older man stares into your eyes and still holds your arm in his firm grasp. You can feel the beginnings of the butterflies creeping up in your chest.
“Good to know that I can depend on you, Dr. Abbot. Thanks by the way.”
You gently remove your arm and walk down the hallway. Jack keeps his eyes on you the entire time.
Later in the week when he has another session with his Cherry Darling, he feels his heart drop down upon seeing the Cherry bandage on her arm. The exact same Cherry bandage that he’d placed on you earlier in the week.
“What happened to your arm, sweetheart?”
He waits patiently and eagerly for your response.
“Oh, I got hurt at work. It’s nothing major, I actually forgot that it was there.”
It’s only during the session that Jack takes extra special care to compare and contrast the details between you and his Cherry.
He finds that there are no differences and he won’t find any.
Because you and his Cherry Darling are the exact same person.
Quite frankly after the revelation, Jack doesn’t know what to think. You were Cherry Darling. You’re his Cherry Darling.
The realization stirs something dark and possessive inside of Jack. He’s appearing on more day shifts just so that he can be close to you. He’s openly flirting with you a lot more, much to Robby’s surprise.
Being around you also unlocks the jealously.
You’re a beautiful woman. Everyone in the hospital can attest for that fact. Which means that you naturally bring a lot of attention to yourself—namely male attention.
Jack spots Langdon flirting with you and glares openly at the younger man as he makes you laugh. You reach out and touch Langdon’s shoulder as you laugh at his joke. Jack’s sure that it’s definitely not that funny.
He moves over to you and Langdon, “If you two want to continue laughing like children, I suggest a playground. My ER’s not the place to do especially with how many patients we have,” Jack states, all hints of malice in his voice.
You and Langdon flinch at his words before Langdon moves to go check on a patient.
You nervously bite at your lip, “Sorry, Dr. Abbot. It won’t happen again.” Jack hates the way that you’re looking at him now. Like you’re afraid.
He never wants you to be afraid of him.
Not you. Not his Cherry Darling.
So he decides to make it better. He starts by looking up custom necklaces on a website. By the time that he’s done designing it, he’s satisfied that it’ll make up for his snapping at you. Even though, you won’t even know why.
He also purchases another gift for your play sessions together.
He opens up the text thread that he has with you. He’s deciphered by now that this isn’t your real number and only a spare that you’re using.
Silverfox: Hi, I was thinking about you and I wanted to get you something special. Is there a P.O. Box that I could send it to?
Jack watches from across the room as you take your phone out. A small smile crosses your face.
Cherrydarling17: awww you’re spoiling me now. You can send it to P.O. Box 99BA Pittsburgh, PA. Thank you♥️
Silverfox: Anything for you, sweet girl🍒
On Saturday, Jack’s sitting outside of the mailbox that you had mentioned. You’re smart enough to choose a mailbox that’s an hour away from your house. But you truly underestimate just how much he’s interested in you.
He slumps down in his truck as he peers at you through the window. You walk into the mailbox looking radiant as ever. It’s different for Jack to be see you wearing normal clothes.
He’d seen you in scrubs and lingerie, but never a simple pair of jeans and a halter top. He admires the two puffs that you have your hair in.
You walk out of the mailbox holding the box that contains his little gifts for you. He even took the liberty of wrapping it in cherry wrapping paper along with a big red bow.
He can’t wait to see you wearing and using it all.
When you make it home, you set the box eagerly on the table. This wasn’t your first time receiving gifts from your subscribers. There’d been plenty of lingerie gifts, money, and tech that had been sent to you. But with silverfox, you feel like it’ll be a little more different. With how he takes care of you during the sessions, you’re sure that his gift will be a little more thought.
As you open the box, you gasp at the sight of the lingerie in the box. You peer at the tag which has Agent Provocateur attached. However, from the intricacy of the design, you can tell that he had it custom made for you.
You set the lingerie aside carefully as you pick up the smaller velvet box. You can contain barely the squeal of excitement that leaves your mouth upon seeing the necklace that has ‘Cherry’ written on it in cursive font, along with a small cherry charm to the side.
You can’t help but eagerly take the necklace from the box and clasp it around your neck. You open your phone camera to get a look at yourself.
Moving it lower, you snap a picture of the lower half of your face along with your neck containing the necklace.
cherrydarling17: I love it sooo much, thank you! Also thank you for the set🥹💕
Your phone buzzes not even a minute later.
silverfox: you’re welcome, sweetheart. Anything for my special girl. Did you see the last gift?
You move the rest of the tissue paper, revealing a pink box. Open it, you see a pink dildo rests in the box. It has a card on the side.
Dear Cherry,
I wanted to get you a little something to show my appreciation. But I also wanted to give you something to heighten our time together. I know you’re probably thinking that this is a standard dildo, but it’s a little more special. There’s a camera attached to the tip. I enjoy watching you play, but I figured that it would be even sexier to see what you look like inside when you’re clenching and cumming around those toys.
I was hoping we could use it at our next call, but if you’re uncomfortable with it, I completely understand. It’s controlled by an app that you can install on your phone. Instructions are in the box.
xoxo,
Silver Fox
Cherrydarling17: I’ve never used one like this before, but I’d love to explore with you.
Silverfox: I’m happy to hear that. We’ll do things at your pace, sweetheart
Cherrydarling17: ♥️
Jack’s obsession with you only grows. He wants to be with you at all times. On his days off, he follows behind you, and you truly don’t suspect a thing.
Not even the fact that he’s logged into the city’s street cameras to watch and make sure that you’ve gotta home safely. Not the fact that a tracker is sitting under your car that’s directly attached to your phone.
Not even the fact that he’s using all of his resources to be on cases with you. You seem pretty oblivious to it all.
It’s cute, really.
Trinity leans over to you and lowers her voice, “Is there something going on with you and Dr. Abbot?”
You frown, “What? No, why would you ask that?”
“Oh, come on. You can’t be that clueless. He’s been pulling you to assist on all of the cases that come through here. Mohan was definitely free, and he sidelined her for you,” Trinity explains, lifting her eyebrows.
“I don’t know what you want me to say, Trin. It’s strictly platonic. Maybe he just likes how we work together.”
As much as you would love to believe that Dr. Abbot likes you, you quickly push the delusions aside.
“Fine, suit yourself. But you owe me $30 if it’s true,” Trinity states, holding her pinky out.
You chuckle before twisting your finger with hers.
Unbeknownst to you, you miss the way that Jack stares at you from across the room. Of course, you don’t even notice that he’s taken one of your scrunchies from your locker, and he has it stuck in his pocket.
Later that week, you set up all of your equipment as you prepare for your call with Silverfox. You’ve already downloaded the app onto your phone and tested out the quality of the camera. It’s about as clear as any professional camera, which leads you to the conclusion that the man spent a lot of money on the toy. You had even gone the extra mile of connecting the app to your computer so that he would be able to see when the session began.
You get ready in the lingerie set that he bought and make sure to moisturize your body. At 8:00 PM, you officially start the call, checking to make sure that your face is concealed.
Little did you know that your efforts are pointless at this point. Jack already knows who you are, but he doesn’t have any intention of letting you know that.
You smile brightly when you see him. By now, Jack’s able to deduce that it’s a genuine smile. You aren’t just pretending because he’s paying you.
“Hi,” You said.
“Hi, sweetheart. How’s your week been?” Jack asks.
“It’s been good, kind of stressful. But I’ll survive,” You respond, laughing a little.
Jack smiles, “I’m sorry to hear that it’s been stressful. A pretty girl like you shouldn’t have to worry about anything. If you were mine, I’d have you sitting down and enjoying yourself.”
“Yeah? You’d take care of me?”
“Mhmm, I’d give you whatever you wanted, no matter how much it cost,” Jack said.
“Maybe I’ll take you up on that offer someday. But enough about me, how was your week?”
You and Jack engage in a conversation about his week. He’s intentionally left out the fact that he’s a doctor. Unfortunately, Pittsburgh is one of those places that you could quickly deduce between medical professionals, so Jack doesn’t want to take that risk.
It isn’t long before the tone shifts. You eagerly slide the toy over before presenting it to Jack.
“I need you to get yourself all warmed up first, sweetheart. Let me see you play with yourself,” Jack orders.
“Okay, daddy.”
Jack feels the puff of pride in his chest at the name you’ve bestowed upon him. It wasn’t intentional on your part. It just kind of happened. There was one session that you had with Jack where you were using the dildo that he said closely resembled his dick with a vibrator pressed to your clit. The combination of you stimulating yourself and Jack talking you through it is what caused the name to slip out as you came around the toy. Jack remembers that day well–it’s actually one of his favorite memories. He can remember the way that your body shook and the small squirt that ejected from your pussy.
But his favorite part was seeing those tears run down your face. Even though he couldn’t see your full face, it was enough to see only half of it. In response, he came harder than he had before.
You trail your fingers down to your covered center and start to rub your fingers up and down. You move closer so that he can see the dampening material.
“Don’t be shy, baby. Pull them to the side,” Jack said.
You obey, your manicured fingers pulling the material to the side to show Jack his favorite girl. He groans loudly before sliding his hand beneath his pants.
“She’s so pretty, baby. But your clit looks a little lonely, why don’t you give it some love?”
You collect some of your slick and guide it upwards to your clit, where you start rubbing and circling your fingers. Soft moans fall freely from your lips as you stimulate the bundle of nerves. Jack watches the way that your body undulates to meet your movements. You slide two fingers down into yourself before curling them to hit that spot inside of you.
“Feels so good, daddy. I like to imagine that it’s your fingers,” You said.
“Yeah? You want my fingers inside you, sweetheart? If I were there with you, I’d spend all my time making you feel good.”
“I want you so bad. Can I see your dick now?”
Jack obliges and pulls his weeping dick from his sweats. Your eyes zero in on the precum that leaks from the tip. You wish that you could get your mouth on him.
“How about we test out our new toy, Cherry?”
You nod before sliding your fingers out and sliding them along your tongue. You slide your soiled panties off and toss them to the side. Sprading your legs for his view, you carefully slide the toy inside of yourself. Clicking the button activates the camera feature. You tap on the computer, and Jack is breathless at the sight of your pink, wet walls as they enter his sight.
“Fuck…”
You giggle, “D’you like what you’re seeing?”
Jack’s mouth feels dry. He has to grip the base of his dick to stop himself from cumming early. He swallows roughly, “Yeah, sweetheart, you’re perfect.”
And you are. Obviously, Jack’s been to medical school. He’s done a few rotations in gynecology and studied female anatomy more than he’d like to admit. But this. This is something else. Seeing the inside of your pussy is something that transcends Earth for him.
“Slide it a little deeper, sweetheart.”
You slide the toy back farther just as Jack starts to slide his hand up and down his length. The sight of the entrance of your cervix fills the frame of the camera. In all of Jack’s years, he’s never seen anything or anyone more perfect.
For a moment, he wonders if you’d ever consider letting him do a vaginal exam? Would you let him spread you open so that he could see the contours of your pussy up close and personal? He supposes that he’ll have to ask you one day.
You hold the toy in place. “Is that what you wanted to see, Daddy?”
“Yeah, sweetheart, you’re perfect. Every single part of you is perfect.”
As Jack continues to watch your walls contract around the toy, he comes to a startling realization. He can’t live without you now.
You’re clueless about the storm that’s brewing.
Unlike everyone else who works at the PTMC, you actually favor a steady work-life balance. When you first came, you saw how stressed and drained everyone looked after a shift. Sure, you knew that Emergency Medicine was hard work, but you weren’t about to allow yourself to get lost in it. You were a team player through and through, which meant you sometimes stayed when things got backed up.
But you were also very clear on your boundaries. You weren’t afraid to tell Robby no when it came to coming in. Your days off were strictly for you.
Which is why you find yourself on your second date with a guy named Alex that you met through mutual friends. You and Alex had naturally clicked through your first date and decided to keep things moving. He’s smart and funny, and quite frankly, he doesn’t work in healthcare, which is a huge relief.
You like how detached Alex is from the medical world.
Jack Abbot has always been a very watchful and observant man. He likes to pay attention to the small details that others would miss, which includes knowing that his Cherry Darling is deviating from her usual routine.
Right about now on your day off, you should be going to your yoga class. Not sitting across from some prick and smiling lovingly in his face.
“I really like you. You’re smart, beautiful, funny. I mean I could go on and on, but I just really like spending time with you,” Alex said.
Jack can make out the smile that crosses your face at the younger man’s words. How could you be entertaining someone else when he was willing to give you everything you wanted?
For you, this feels good.
It feels good to be desired and wanted out of being a doctor and even outside of being Cherry Darling. Sure, silverfox seemed to care for you, but you’d never actually meet the man in real life. Besides, for all you knew he could be married with kids.
But Alex is real. As he sits across from you and grabs your hand, you feel the sparks of excitement rush through your body. For the first time, you feel giddy and nervous.
This feels real.
You lock your fingers with Alex’s glancing down at how good they look together.
“I like you too, Alex. I’d really like to see where this goes.”
You can’t possibly hear the sound of Jack’s heart shattering as he sits across from you.
He feels something that he hasn’t quite felt in a long time. Grief. It’s all consuming and creeps between the space of his ribs. He compares the distinct ache to the same pain that he felt when his wife has passed away.
Only this time, he can actively change the outcome of this event. He can’t possibly lose you now. Not when he’s fallen so deep for you.
On Monday, a notification pings with an announcement from your page.
Cherrydarling17: Hi everyone. Just a quick announcement, I will be taking a haitus on creating content at the moment. It’s nothing to do with you all. I love creating for you all, but I think that this is best for me at this time. I’ll upload my remaining pre-recorded videos. Any paid commissions will still be honored and sent out. Thanks for understanding.
xoxo,
🍒
Jack has to excuse himself to go outside and take a deep breath. He knows that you’re only doing this because of him. Even just thinking about the other man’s name brings a bitter toiling through his stomach.
He knows that this is serious between you and the younger man because he overheard you gushing to Samira about how much you liked him.
It hurts. He feels so replaceable.
Two weeks later, you’re filling in on the night shift for one of the other residents. A nasty case of food poisoning that Jack may or may not have had a hand in.
The Pitt is calm. A little too calm, but everyone’s too suspicious to comment on it. You all stand by the front desk, charting and waiting on the next case.
Lena gets a call and looks up at you all, “Incoming. Latino Male. Late 20’s. Motorcycle accident.”
Everyone perks up at the desk before looking at each other to see who’ll be assisting. “I’ll help out,” you state, moving alongside Jack to meet the EMTs.
Like clockwork, they push the gurney in just as you and Jack step forward. You freeze at the sight of the man lying on the gurney.
“Alex…”
Your concerned eyes flicker over the man’s bloodied and swollen face. You don’t even hear Jack calling your name.
Jack’s eyes flicker over to Ellis. “Ellis, scrub in for me. John, take her to the break room.”
You don’t even register Shen pulling you along with him to the break room. Your thoughts race to Alex lying on the gurney. You had joked with him about the motorcycle being a death trap, but he assured you that he was always careful.
How could this have happened?
Inside the operating room, Jack calmly directs Ellis and the nurses on what tools to hand him to stop the bleeding. With the severity of Alex’s injury, Jack determines that it still not enough. He knows that he could save Alex’s life.
Every emergency room doctor knows that every second counts when it comes to saving a life. Jack knows this, it’s been something that’s kept him going for years.
Which is why he waits seconds and accidentally misses a step when it comes to saving Alex’s life.
He thinks of all the seconds that Alex took away from you both spending together.
Why should he give Alex more time to steal you away? Jack knows that every second counts, which is why he doesn’t try nearly as hard to save Alex’s life as he flatlines.
“Call it,” Jack announces.
“Hispanic male. Late 20’s. Time of death 3:30 AM,” Ellis recants softly. She sighs, shaking her head and snapping off the gloves.
There’s a moment of silence for the deceased young man lying on the bed. Perhaps, he had a bright future ahead of himself. It doesn’t really matter now.
Jack will gladly appease his grieving family with a tale of doing the best that he could. Which in his mind is true. He did do the best that he could.
He did the best that he could to keep you.
You look up, concern painting the edges of your irises. Jack hates how much you care about the other man.
“Is he okay?” You ask timidly, almost like you know the answer already.
Jack sighs, running a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, sweetheart. He didn’t make it. We tried everything we could, but the internal damage was more severe than we thought.”
The tears leave your eyes quicker than you realize. You openly sob with your head bowed into your hands.
“Oh sweetheart. Hey come here…”
Jack pulls you into his arms, gently shushing you and rubbing your back. He can’t fight the warmest that spreads through his body at the feel of you pressed against him. You cling to him tightly as your tears soak through his scrubs.
“How about I take you home? You’re in no condition to be here like this.”
You’re about to protest until Jack holds a hand up. “No, buts, sweetheart. I can’t have you or our patients at risk. Let me drive you home.”
If you were in a better state of mind, your mind would register that you’ve heard that exact same soft domineering tone before.
Fortunately for Jack, you aren’t.
“Okay, thank you Dr. Abbot.”
“You’re welcome. Go get your things from your locker.” You wipe your eyes before exiting the break room. Jack finds himself staring up at the fluorescent lights filled with dead bugs. He supposes that some of the bugs have been in the ceiling way before his time.
It’s unnerving how calm he is about the whole situation. However, it doesn’t phase Jack because it was all for you.
He wouldn’t apologize for that.
Soon, you’re sitting next to him in his truck. You lie your head against the window as you watch the city pass by.
Jack’s eyes flicker over to you, “You doing okay over there?”
“Yeah, it’s just surprising. I was just with him the other day,” you said.
“I’m sorry. Life’s fleeting, sweetheart. One minute we’re here and the next we’re not. I’m sure he knew how much you cared about him.”
Jack wants to pat himself on the back for how reassuring he sounds. He knows that he has to play his part of being supportive even though he could care less about your boy toy being dead.
He glances down and spots that you’re wearing the necklace that he got you. “That’s a really nice necklace,” Jack said.
You reach down to grab the necklace between your fingers. A soft smile crosses your lips, “Thanks, someone really special got it for me.”
It takes every morsel of strength for Jack to not reach over and kiss you. He was special to you.
A few minutes later, he pulls in front of your apartment. You’re so out of it that you don’t even question how he knows your address.
“Thank you for driving me home, Dr. Abbot,” You said, smiling softly at him.
“S’no problem kid. Take care and don’t be afraid to reach out to me if you need anything.”
Two Months Later
You pick yourself back up after Alex’s death. The police had ruled it as an accident following reviewing the damages to Alex’s motorcycle. No one would ever suspect that Jack had been the one to sabotage the bike.
You grow closer to Jack. You’re back to sharing the same jokes with him, but this time, you both lean a lot closer to each other.
You resume making videos, but this time, you only make them for him. You still have your private sessions together, and he pays you well. Almost more than you make with your current paycheck.
He still stalks you in his free time. Jack reckons that he’ll tell you that you need to be more watchful of your surroundings once you both get together.
It’s a random Thursday. You’ve volunteered to cover Ellis’s shift while she’s out of town. It’s one of those rainy days that you dread going out in. The type of the day where you want to curl up under a nice blanket and sleep all day.
At the end of your shift as you get to your car and try to turn it on, nothing happens. You turn the key into the ignition a few more times. Nothing.
Pulling out your umbrella, you go to the front of the car and pop the hood. You don’t know why you do this. You’re the farthest thing from a mechanic. Besides, even as you look down at the car, it all looks like a combination of Tetris pieces.
Before you can pull out your phone to call for an Uber, Jack rolls up in his truck. He rolls the window down, “Hey, sweetheart, is everything okay?”
“No, my car won’t start. I’m not sure what’s wrong, but I’m gonna just call an uber.”
“Don’t do that. I’ll take you home. Free of charge,” Jack suggest.
You shake your head, “No, it’s okay, Dr. Abbot, you don’t have to do that. I wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.”
Jack chuckles. If only you knew. “It’s not an inconvenience. Look, I’d hate for you to get into a random stranger’s car and have something happen to you.”
You think it over before nodding. You grab your things from your car and lock the door before making your way to Jack’s truck. Always the gentleman, he’s already gotten out of his truck to open the door for you. You slide into the seat before buckling your seatbelt.
Jack slides into the truck before driving off. He turns up the heat when he notices that you’re shivering.
“Thank you, Dr. Abbot.”
“Just Jack, sweetheart.”
“Okay, thank you, Jack,” you said, laughing a little at the end.
The side of Jack’s lips quirk up, “What’s funny?”
“I don’t know, it just feels weird to call you Jack, especially outside of work.”
“I get that, but I don’t want you to feel like you can’t. We’re both adults, so please, no Dr. Abbot,” Jack said.
A few seconds of comfortable silence passes as Jack navigates through the streets. You glance at him, “You know that there’s rumors going on about us?”
Of course he did. Jack was privy to all of the gossip going on in the hospital. “What are they?”
“Well, the first one is that you and I are secretly seeing each other and sleeping together on the low. The second one is rather interesting, people seem to think that we may be married. But there’s also a rumor going about you and Mohan. But people also seem to think that I have something going on with Mateo,” you explain.
While Samira had been the object of Jack’s desire at one point, you had sharply replaced her. The thought of you and Mateo together makes his stomach hurt.
“Quite the rumor mill. How’s that make you feel? Them putting you together with an old man like me?”
You frown and turn to face him more, “You’re not old. I mean you are older, but you look good. A lot of the nurses dig the silver hair.”
He smirks, “What about you, kid? You like the silver hair?”
It’s your turn to smile shyly as you laugh nervously. You clear your throat, “Yeah, I think it suits you nicely.”
“Good. I like your hair too, you know. The braids are always pretty, but you look gorgeous when you wear your natural hair out,” Jack said, glancing at two puffs that adorn your head.
“Thank you. I didn’t think you paid that much attention to me.”
Jack fully stops in front of your apartment before putting the truck in park. He turns his attention fully to you. “Sweetheart, you always capture my attention. You make the shifts much better.”
Your expression softens. Jack reaches out to start caressing your face. He leans forward and you naturally mimic his movements.
The first press of Jack’s lips against yours sends a shock through your system. You can’t help but sink further in his hold to press your lips harder to his. A soft moan escapes your lips when Jack slides his tongue between your lips.
He groans at the feeling of finally being able to taste you. Jack’s tongue caresses yours. He lightly nibbles at your bottom lip before pulling it back and letting it pop into place.
He’s about to go in to kiss you again when you pull back.
You lick your lips nervously, “Maybe, we shouldn’t be doing this. I mean you’re one of my attendings, and I wouldn’t want it to come off like I slept my way to the top, you know? Everyone already notices how you pick me for most of the cases.”
Jack frowns, “Hey, I pick you because you’re talented and intelligent. Not because of my crush on you. I like you sweetheart, but I understand if you want to stop this.”
He really doesn’t understand, but he’ll play the part for now.
“It’s not that I don’t like you, Jack. I do. I just want to be safe about everything.”
“Of course. We’ll take this at whatever pace you want to.”
“Thanks Jack. I’ll see you later,” You said, pressing a light peck against his lips.
“You’re welcome. Take care, kid,” He states, watching you exit the car. His fingers lightly trace his lips where he can still taste your lip gloss staining them.
Jack reaches down under the cup holder to take out the lip gloss that he stole from your locker. There’s still some residue from your brown lip liner coating the tip of the lip gloss. Jack brings the lip gloss up to his lips and applies some.
It’s almost like you’re still here with him.
Jack flips the burger on the grill as Robby stands next to him. He had to find some other alternative way to spend more time with you out of work, so he bit the bullet and decided to host a bar-b-que for everyone.
You’re across the yard, holding a cup and laughing at something that Frank says. Jack frowns at the sight.
Even with the man being married, he was still sniffing after you. Jack surmises that he’ll just plant some drugs on him later to teach him a lesson.
Right now, though, he takes the time to admire you. The sundress that you’re wearing stops at your thighs. You’re glowing and the faint smell of your perfume wafts in Jack’s direction.
“You’re staring again,” Robby comments, taking the spatula from Jack’s hands.
“S’nor my fault that she’s so gorgeous,” Jack said, turning back to the grill.
Robby leans in and lowers his voice, “Is there something going on between you and her that I should know about?”
How exactly does Jack say that you’re a cam girl and Jack’s been watching you for months and cumming with your name on his lips? Or even the fact that he’s done some pretty unhinged things to keep you to himself?
“Nope, nothing’s going on,” Jack said.
After the food is done, you all sit together at the long table in Jack’s backyard. He purposefully sits next to you, despite the fact that he notices that Whitaker is about to sit next to you. One sharp look makes the younger man tuck his tail between his legs and go to sit beside Robby.
You take a bite of your burger and moan, “This is really good. I didn’t know you were such a good cook.”
Jack smiles, “There’s a lot that you don’t know about me, honey.”
If there was an imaginary camera, this would be the moment that Jack would look into it and wink. Conversations flows steadily throughout the table. Jack tries to pay attention, but his gaze keeps falling to you.
He moves his hand closer to you and touches your thigh where your dress has moved up. It’s easy to brush it off as just an accident, but you and Jack both know that it’s not.
You don’t make any move to move his hand, so Jack lightly skims his fingers up you thigh. You tense and press your thighs together.
You look at him from the corner of your eye as he gives you a small sly smile.
As the dinner continues, Jack continues to caress your thighs much to the oblivious nature of your coworkers.
After dinner, everyone helps to clean up and now there’s just casual conversation and drinks. The night continues to wind down and everybody starts to bid their goodbyes to Jack, along with words of gratitude.
You’re about to leave when you feel a gentle tug on your arm. You turn to face Jack. “Could you maybe stay a little bit? There’s some things that I’d like for us to discuss.”
“Sure,” you said, going to sit back on the couch. Robby eyes you, but doesn’t press the issue as he passes Jack to go out of the door.
“Good luck,” Robby said, clapping Jack on the shoulder.
Jack closes the door, ignoring the giddy feeling that he has at having you here in his home.
He sits next to you on the couch, leaving some distance. You smile, “So what did you want to talk about?”
“I wanted to talk about us, or at least the potential of us. I like you a lot. You’re intelligent, beautiful, and I just would really like to have the opportunity to get to know you more, even outside of work.”
Which is partially a lie. Jack knows everything about you. From the way that you like to order your coffee to the brand of tampons that you like to use during your period. He even knows your social security number if you want to get technical.
“Really? You don’t care that everyone would start to talk?” You ask.
“No. But I want you to know that I care about your reputation. You’re a brilliant doctor, so I’d never want to do anything that would jeopardize your career, so if you wanted to keep this under wraps, I’m fine with that. I just want to be with you,” Jack said, turning and grabbing your hands in his.
“Okay, let’s do it. Honestly, I’ve been crushing on you for a while, but I just never felt that you saw me that way. I’d love to explore this more, Jack.”
You and Jack stare at each other. He takes the opportunity to lean forward to connect his lips to yours. Somewhere through kissing him, you end up straddling his lap.
You weren’t planning for things to go this way, but quite frankly, you’re horny. You’re craving the feeling of having a man actually touch you. For so long since you’d become Cherry Darling, you had been making yourself cum for other’s pleasure.
You want to feel wanted. You want to have a man who actually values your pleasure and needs. The only man who’s actively done that was silverfox, but you weren’t gonna be meeting the man in real life anytime soon.
Jack’s arms come around your backside where he slides his hands beneath your cheeks to feel your skin. You moan as he drags your core across his jeans. By now, the panties that you’re wearing are soaked through. Jack can feel your wetness seeping through his jeans.
“You’re so pretty, sweetheart. I wanna see every part of you,” Jack states, kissing the sides of your neck.
You stand from his lap and kick your shoes off first. Your hands travel beneath the dress to slide your wet panties down your thighs. You smile mischievously before flinging the soiled material in Jack’s direction.
His eyes darken and your jaw drops when he brings the wet material up to his nose and inhales deeply. You just don’t know how long Jack has been waiting to smell you.
He stuffs the panties into his jeans, “Lift your dress and let me see her.”
Your clit throbs at his words. You grab the hem of the dress before exposing yourself to Jack. He swallows at seeing your mound. It’s one thing to see you on camera, but this is much better. He can see your curly pubic hair and all he wants to do is bury his face there.
You let the hem of the dress fall before grabbing the straps and sliding the dress down your body. Jack’s eyes slowly track across your body, taking in all of the familiar parts that he’s only seen over the camera.
“You’re perfect, baby.”
He sits and up and pulls you to sit on his lap. Your back is to his chest and Jack pulls your legs apart to set over his thighs. Your core is fully exposed to the cold air.
Jack presses his lips to the side of you neck, sucking light marks on the skin there. He brings his hands up to cup at your breasts. He rolls your fingers through his fingers, “You don’t realize how long I’ve waited to see you, honey. Every day, just watching you walk around in those scrubs with that pretty smile on your face. There’s no one like you.”
“Jack,” you whimper as one of his hands come down to trail through your wet folds.
He spreads his fingers and runs them across your throbbing pearl. You buck your hips in his grip. “Shhh baby, Daddy’s got you. M’gonna make you feel so good.”
Jack slides two fingers inside of your wet heat. He moans simultaneously as you at the feel of your warm walls gripping his fingers. He’s dreamed about feeling you wrapped around his fingers like this.
Curling his fingers up inside you, Jack presses against you spot that makes you whine and grind down on his fingers.
“S’that the spot, sweetheart?”
“Yes Daddy. You’re making me feel so good,” You whimper out. Jack smirks, there’s his Cherry Darling. The audio of the computer didn’t do your moans justice.
Jack’s other hand moves to close our your throat. He tightens his grip around your pleasure points, “You’re all mine now, baby. I’m never letting you go. You understand?”
You nod dumbly. You can only focus on how good he’s making you feel. Your fingers claw at Jack’s arms as he continues pumping his fingers in and out of you. The loud, squelching of your pussy is music to his ears.
“M’coming, Daddy,” You said, your wide eyes meeting Jack’s.
“It’s okay, baby. Let go for me,” he mutters. You walls clench tightly around his fingers as your release consumes your body. Your body writhes in Jack’s holds, but he continues to stroke his fingers across your throbbing pearl.
Jack slides his fingers from you and places them on your tongue. You clean his fingers obediently. He angles your head up and presses his mouth to yours. The kiss is downright filthy as Jack greedily slurps the taste of your from your tongue.
“You taste just as good as I expected,” He states.
You let out of a gasp of surprise when Jack picks you up and walks over to the kitchen counter. He lays your body upon the cool marble counter. You shiver at the feeling.
Jack slides his shirt over his head. Your eyes trace down his frame and how good he looks for his age.
You frown upon seeing the white gauze upon his chest that’s taped down. Your fingers lightly trace over it. “What happened?”
“Just a little accident. Nothing you need to worry about, sweetheart,” Jack said.
Before you can think further on the gauze, Jack connects his lips to yours again. You both pass kisses back and forth as your fingers fumble with his belt.
Jack doesn’t even get his pants down fully before he’s notching the tip at your entrance. Your walls part to accommodate his wide length. Your mouth forms an ‘O’ at the fullness of Jack as he sinks deeper into you.
He cradles your body to his before pulling back out and thrusting into you again. Jack grabs the back of your head and angles it down.
“Look at how good we look together, baby. You see how well you take me? You were made for me.” He punctuates each word with a thrust. Your breasts bounce against the brutal nature of Jack’s thrusts, but it all feels so good.
“Please, Jack, I want more,” you beg, tears creeping onto your waterline.
Jack lays your body back upon the counter before pushing your legs towards you ears. He looks at the white slick that forms at the base of his dick.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. I’ll give you whatever you want,” Jack said, glancing at the cherry necklace sitting upon your neck.
He leans down to slide the chain between his teeth.
You can only tighten around him and scream out in pleasure at the sounds of your skin slapping against Jack’s.
The feeling of Jack’s deep thrusts combined with the stimulation of his pelvic bone hitting your clit has you whining.
“Jack, I’m close again.”
“It’s okay, baby. Cum for me,” Jack orders softly. He grabs your hands and pins them above your head. He stares deeply into your eyes as your orgasm hits. Tears stream down the sides of the face.
It only turns him on more. Jack presses deeper inside of you when he feels his release creeping up the edges of his brain. He groans loudly before slamming himself as deep as he can and cumming inside of you. The ropes of cum spurt against your womb.
“You’re so perfect, honey.”
The following morning, you wake up to the feeling of Jack cuddling you to his chest. There’s a pleasurable ache between your legs. After your rendezvous in the kitchen, Jack had taken the liberty of making love to you all over his house.
You lost track after orgasm five. Jack had been kind enough to give you a shirt and pair of boxers.
Gently, you pry his arm off of you before walking to the bathroom. Inside, you conduct your business before moving to wash your hands. You look at the numerous love bites that litter your skin and smile.
You had never felt more worshipped than you had last night. Jack Abbot had taken you to the stars and beyond.
Walking back into the bedroom, you make your way downstairs to grab your phone. You pull up to the CVS app and navigate towards the wellness section. Your add a Plan B to your cart before walking back upstairs.
You feel at your throat gently and frown at the absence of your necklace. You turn on the lowest setting for your flashlight as you search for the necklace.
You kneel onto the before aiming the flashlight under the bed. You spot the discarded necklace before dragging it to yourself.
However, you pause as the familiar item catches your sight. Your scrunchie is beneath Jack’s bed. It makes you pause because you didn’t wear a scrunchie to Jack’s house. You grab it and catch sight of a small box.
You peep at Jack, who is still sleeping. You grab the box and quietly pull it in your direction. Your heart beats faster at the name written on top of the box.
Cherry Darling
Lifting the lid, your heart drops into your stomach. There’s numerous pictures of you inside the box. There’s some of you at work, some of you out and about. It’s the ones of you taken in your apartment that make you queasy.
A small plastic baggie lays flatly in the box. You hold it between your fingers and quickly drop it at seeing the bloodied tampon inside. There’s writing on the front: 06/17/2026 cherry’s tampon.
You fight down the bile that creeps up your stomach. Much to your horror do you spot the alternator from your car.
It’s the last object that truly makes you sick. A watch. Not just any watch. Alex’s watch.
“You weren’t supposed to see any of that.”
You jump at the sound of Jack’s voice before scrambling backwards. Your gaze settles on the man as he stands on the opposite side of the bed. You hadn’t even heard him get up. Casually, Jack walks to the lamp in the room and turns it on.
You don’t know what’s worse. How calm he looks or the soft expression on his face.
He walks to your side of the bed and you quickly move back. His eyes soften more, “You don’t have to be scared of me, Cherry. I did all of this for you. I just wanted to have you.”
He walks closer and kneels in front of you, “This doesn’t have to be a scary thing. I care about you, I really do. See, you’ve been on my mind day and night. I didn’t even know that you and my Cherry Darling were the same person. Not until I saw that band aid that I put on you that day. From that point, I knew that I needed to be with you. I mean, what would’ve been the coincidence of you being the same person. It’s clear that we’re meant to be together.”
Tears fill your eyes, “You hurt Alex. You lied to me, Jack.”
“I know. I’m sorry. I just didn’t want to deal with the possibility of losing you. You’re everything to me. Now, we don’t have to just interact over a screen. We can just be us,” Jack states, smiling gently.
He looks down at the white gauze on his chest. He smiles, “I even got a surprise to make this more special for us.”
He gently peels at the tape revealing a tattoo. In black cursive font is ‘Cherry Darling’ with cherries sitting next to the writing. The room feels like it’s spinning, even as you sit on the floor.
Jack walks over to pull you to your feet, “Say something. Say anything.”
“You’re crazy. You can’t expect me to be with you after all of this, Jack,” You said, the fear course through your body.
“I do expect us to be together after all of this. After all I’ve done to prove my love to you. You may not believe it, but I do love you, Cherry. I think you feel just as strongly as I do, or at least you will. You’re not leaving me,” Jack mutters darkly.
“I’ll run.”
He chuckles, “There’s not a corner of this Earth that I would leave untouched if it meant that I had to get to you, sweetheart. Besides, no matter how far you go, I’ll be there. What? You think you’ll ask Robby or Gloria for a transfer to another hospital? Baby, I’ll make sure that no other hospital will take you.”
He walks around you to go to his laptop. He opens up a folder and shows you all of the photos and videos from your live streams. “If you think about leaving, I’ll ruin you. You’ll lose your license. All that you’ve worked for.”
The hot tears feel like lava as they travel down your face. You now openly sob in front of Jack, who closes the computer and walks over to you. He cups your face in his hands.
His concerned eyes meet yours, “Cherry, I don’t want you to be scared of me. I’d never do anything to jeopardize your career. I meant it when I said that you’re a brilliant doctor. I just wanted to show you how far I’d go to keep you. I love you, Cherry.”
He takes the opportunity to press his lips against yours. Initially, you’re stiff to his affections, but you can’t fight the way that your body gives into his.
Jack pulls back to stare at you, “I’m gonna make you so happy. Just like you make me happy.”
He pulls you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your temple.
“Hand me your phone,” he orders.
Wordlessly you pass the device over to him. He effortlessly types in the passcode to your phone before navigating to the CVS app. You watch as he deletes the Plan B from your cart.
Jack looks up at you and smiles, “You won’t be needing that.”
“Don’t worry, Cherry. I’ll always be here to take care of you.”
With story theft running rampant, people constantly misidentify what "inspiration" actually means. I'm going to explain the definitive line between building on an idea and stealing someone’s work.
1. The Difference
Inspiration: You read a story, and a specific concept, dynamic, or emotional description resonates with you, sparking an entirely new, original idea. You take that spark and write it using your own voice, your own structural layout, unique dialogue, and your own world-building.
Plagiarism: You took the author’s blueprint. Changing a few adjectives, swapping character names, or using a thesaurus to copy the same sentence structure is theft. It does not matter if you physically typed the words yourself; if you stole the exact paragraph flow, lines of dialogue, scene-by-scene progression, and specific narrative, it is plagiarism
2. Textual Examples: Seeing the Difference
Example A: The Physical Discomfort / Closet Setup
The Original Work by @2neaky:
The Plagiarized Version by @getmoneygirl:
Why this is theft: The author did zero original structural thinking. Even though they converted the perspective to second person ("you") and changed the underlying cause from a food allergy to ovulation, they stole the exact flow of the scene. They followed the identical sequence of physical moments: standing at the mirror, pulling up a top, analyzing a slight swell over the waistband of sweatpants, prodding the skin, experiencing an unexpected sharp ache low in the stomach, and combining a teeth-sucking sound with the exact dialogue "Are you fucking serious?" They even wrapped the sequence up with the exact same comfort element—the realization that they are wearing their boyfriend's oversized clothing. This is lifting a writer's unique pacing and creative choices, then just rephrasing the sentences to hide it.
The Inspired Version (genuine creative transition):
The mirror was a harsh critic, but the tight, heavy pressure building in her lower abdomen was worse. She adjusted the waistband of her track pants, sighing at how unforgiving the fabric felt against her bloated skin today. It was a dull, heavy ache that made even standing up straight feel like an effort. Sucking in a breath, she leaned against the cool porcelain of the sink and closed her eyes, waiting for the sudden cramp to subside. "Not today," she muttered into the empty space. She did a series of deep breaths before giving up on the reflection entirely, she grabbed the nearest oversized shirt from the laundry basket—his, of course, smelling faintly of cinnamon—and drowned herself in the fabric, desperately seeking the extra room and comfort.
Alternative Inspired Version (even more distinct):
The apartment was dark when he arrived, save for the faint glow of the television. You were curled on the sofa, staring blankly at a sitcom, completely drained. Hormonal shifts always hit you hard, turning minor inconveniences into insurmountable walls. He didn't ask questions. He ran a hot bath, dumping in the lavender salts you kept in the cabinet, and left a mug of chamomile tea on the counter. When you finally climbed into the tub, he sat on the bathmat beside you, quietly recounting a stupid story from his workday just to give you something to focus on.
Why this is inspiration: It takes a similar core concept—a character dealing with sudden bloating/discomfort in front of a mirror and finding comfort in a partner's clothing—but the execution is entirely unique. The physical reactions are different, the dialogue is completely distinct, and the atmospheric flow belongs entirely to a new writer rather than copying another author's story.
Example B: The Studio / Creative Frustration Setup
The Original Work by @aizawash0e:
The Plagiarized Version (Structural Theft & Setting Copier):
The track had been looping in your headphones for hours. It was the usual routine, you trapped in the vocal booth, the headset pressed to your ears, standing right before the microphone. The music stand held your printed lyrics, though you didn't actually need them. You knew every word by heart, but the vibe wasn't hitting right. Maybe staring at the physical pages would help you see what the issue was. You couldn't figure out if it was your delivery, the track, or the words, but something waswrong. On the other side of the double-paned glass was the high-end control room, with its expensive leather chairs, state-of-the-art gear, and walls covered in your plaques and favorite singers' albums. Sitting across the glass were your manager, Maya, your assistant and best friend, Chloe, and right in the center, sitting directly at the mixing board was Jordan, your producer and boyfriend.
Why this is theft: Once again, this is a complete narration lift. The plagiarist changed a few vocabulary words and swapped the character names, but they stole the exact pacing, the specific internal conflict, and the layout of the room. They copied the exact progression: blocking out hours in the booth, staring at a lyric sheet the character already knows by heart to diagnose a vague creative block, describing the expensive control room through the glass, listing the plaques on the wall, and naming the exact same three-person lineup in the exact same seating order (Manager->Assistant/Friend ->Producer/Boyfriend at the center of the board).
The Inspired Version by @alaiasole: Studio Nights (lacks credit)
The Inspired Version:
The vocal booth always felt a little claustrophobic after midnight, the heavy foam walls swallowing up every breath. She leaned her forehead against the cool metal of the pop filter, letting the instrumental track bleed through her open-back headphones for the twentieth time. The song was technically perfect, but the emotional delivery was dead on arrival. Across the studio floor, the glass partition reflected the green and red glow of the soundboard. Her producer—who also happened to be the guy she went home to every night—was slumped in his chair, rubbing his eyes while their small puppy dozed off on his lap. She didn't need to look at a lyric sheet to know they were losing the magic; she just needed him to cut the playback so they could figure it out.
Why this is inspiration: It takes the exact same premise—a singer experiencing a creative block inside a recording booth while her producer/boyfriend watches from the control room—but it builds an entirely fresh scene. The atmosphere is different, the character's physical reaction to the frustration is unique, the room layout isn't copied bead-for-bead, and it relies on completely original imagery instead of piggybacking off another writer's structural draft.
Example C: The Direct Copy-Paste
The Original Work by @liliacsdelight:
The Plagerized Fic by @lovedcow:
Why this is theft: The wording is identical, copy-and-pasting has been done, and the entire story follows the original's structure, dialogue, and pacing.
The Inspired Version: You didn't know what to do after last night. The timeline in your head kept looping back to the exact moment the screen shifted on FaceTime. He had been screensharing something stupid, a corny video about JJK fans, when his thumb swiped too far left and cracked open his camera roll, and you saw it. The apology after had been clumsy, automated. "Oh, um... sorry. Just forget you saw that." You had forced your face to stay flat, keeping the conversation running on autopilot until the random facts about whales became too awkward breathe through. "Who are you even sending nudes to?" you’d asked, trying for a detached, casual tone. He’d shifted on his end of the screen, the sudden flare of embarrassment turning the tips of his ears dark. "Nobody," he muttered. You let out a dry, sarcastic hum. "Riiiight." Then he’d leaned into the camera, a sudden, nervous joke cutting through the static. "Why? You want some?" The air had left your lungs instantly. Your throat felt coated in sand, a sudden, choking heat climbing up your neck. You mumbled some half-baked excuse about needing to throw laundry in or check the door, snapping the call shut before he could see the panic in your eyes. And now, twenty-four hours later, your brain was stuck in a loop.
3. Why Giving Credit Matters
People love to argue, "No one owns a trope! Ideas aren't unique!"
True, no one owns the producer trope or the comfort trope. But if you read a specific author's work, and their specific execution of a trope gave you the idea to write your own version, give them credit. A simple "Inspired by @[Author Name]'s incredible story" costs you nothing. It shows humility, respects the community, and acknowledges that another creator's brain sparked your own creativity.
Feigning ignorance and pretending you came up with a hyper-specific concept entirely in a vacuum after just interacting with their post is transparent and disrespectful.
4. The Parasitic Nature of Theft and AI
When you copy an author's story, run someone's work through an AI generator, or use AI to write your fanfiction, you are announcing that you are lazy and talentless.
Writing is a muscle. The more you struggle through the awkward drafts, look for the right words, and build your own worlds, the more your mind expands and your skills improve. If you slack off and steal, you will never grow. You will remain a scummy, fake-writer.
If you want to get better:
Read actual literature: Stop consuming exclusively internet erotica. Read published books, analyze their prose, and study how professional authors pace a scene.
Do your research: Learn about the subjects you write about.
Seek feedback: Reach out to authors you admire and ask for constructive criticism (I still do this even though my writing has improved drastically).
5. How to Handle Story Theft
To the authors and readers who care about this community; telling thieves to stop won't magically fix their morals. We have to look out for one another—especially keeping an eye on popular accounts or new creators who quietly lift concepts, plot structures, and entire stories from other writers.
If you find your work has been plagiarized:
Gather Proof: Take screenshots immediately. Document the timestamps, the exact paragraphs, lines, and the formatting matches.
Decide Your Approach: You can handle it privately if you think it's a new writer who genuinely doesn't understand anything. Or, if they are malicious and you just want to, you can put them on blast publicly. Expose them and spread awareness outside of your immediate circle.
Do not let people tell you that you're overreacting/reaching. Your words and your creative work belong to you. Protect your work, credit your inspirations, and stop letting people treat your labor as a free resource.
Lovergirlnote: Whew! First of all, I apologize to all of you for the wait on this chapter. I was working on other things and then I kept starting at stopping on this because I didn’t want to just throw anything together. I wanted to make sure that I gave Jack and Princess a proper honeymoon. We are getting very close to the end of this series. It’s been a long ride, but I’m excited to share the remaining chapters🥹.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), dirty talk, praise kink, daddy kink, oral (f and m receiving), use of a toy, anal sex, unprotected sex (they married so they can do that), public sex
“What do you guys think of this one?” You ask Jaylen and Kiara as you hold up the bikini to the camera. The bikini in question can hardly be called that, as it really looks like a piece of dental floss.
“Ugh, Jack must be conservative. Why are you so covered? You’re going to Brazil, they be practically naked there,” Kiara exclaims.
Originally, you and Jack had planned to go to Puerto Rico for your honeymoon, but after your co-workers came back from vacation with all of their exploits from Brazil, you immediately changed your mind.
Always one to let you have your way, Jack readily agreed to the change in plans, and you both set off to book the trip and hotel together.
Jack looks over at the phone, “Kiara, I’ll have you know that I do run a strict program when it comes to my wife, but the bikinis are all her choice. I’m just here to look.”
He turns his gaze to you, “You should definitely pack that one.” He slaps your butt before lying down on the bed to play with Princess.
Jaylen laughs, “Y’all are some freaks! This honeymoon is just going to be you and Jack all over each other.”
“Exactly! My husband and I get to be all over each other and as nasty as we want,” you comment, winking at Jack, who winks back.
“Good, y’all can start working on my nieces and nephews while y’all there,” Kiara said, before she looked off to the side. You figure that either Dennis or Robby is probably in her apartment. Knowing your sister, it may be both.
“Plus, I can’t go too small on the bikinis, where would I put fat ma?” you said, to which you and your sisters all burst into laughter.
“Don’t worry about where you’re putting fat ma, my mouth is always available,” Jack quips.
Kiara screeches through the phone, “Jack, please never say that again.”
“I won’t be surprised if you come back pregnant,” Jaylen states, chuckling through the phone.
“Whatever, y’all aren’t messing up me and my husband’s vibe. I’ll talk to y’all later. We gotta finish packing. Are y’all still good to watch Princess while we’re gone?”
“Yeah, just drop tt baby off,” Kiara said before you all say your respective goodbyes and love yous.
You fold the bikini and slide it into the luggage before folding the accompanying cover-up. You look up to find Jack staring at you. You smile, “What?”
“Nothing, I’m just happy that I get to spend a full two weeks in another country with my beautiful wife,” Jack announces, scooting to the edge of the bed so that he can be closer to you. His hands find your hips as he places his head against your stomach.
You smile once you feel planting small kisses against your stomach. You trail your hands down to play with Jack’s curls.
He looks up at you, his soft hazel eyes softening at your appearance, “I’m happy that I get to spend forever with you, baby.”
“Forever and always, Jackie. Just think, we’ll be expanding our family after a while.” At your statement, Jack smiles and kisses your stomach again. You aren’t pregnant, but you’d both been talking about the prospect more since getting married.
You both weren’t rushing anything. In fact, you figured that you’d just let the process come naturally.
You didn’t doubt for a second that Jack would be a good father because every single thing about him has proved to you that he’d go above and beyond for your kid.
Your hands come around to cup his face. “Now, while we’re on this trip, all I wanna see is skin from you and hoochie daddy shorts. This is my time to objectify you more than I already do.”
Jack chuckles, “Got it, baby. I’ll pack my sluttiest shorts and button-downs.”
“Don’t tempt me with a good time, Jack. I might have to get you out of your clothes as soon as we touch down in Rio,” You said, raising your eyebrows suggestively. Jack only laughs and pulls down onto the bed next to him.
“We’re gonna have a good time, sweetheart.”
You and Jack are up bright and early for the flight to Brazil. It’s a 14-hour flight, so you both expect to be sleeping for the majority of the way there. You and Jack stand side-by-side at your respective sinks in the bathroom. Even though you're sleepy, you’re excited to spend your honeymoon with Jack.
You zip up your jacket as you do a double-check to ensure that you and Jack have everything. Jack is downstairs, making sure that everything is secure before the two of you leave. Of course, Robby and Dennis had volunteered to watch the house while you both were gone, but Jack still wanted to be proactive in checking.
He scoops Princess up in his arms, “Hey there, pretty girl. You ready to spend a week with your aunts?”
Princess barks in response, which you and Jack both know means yes. You’d both been working consistently with her to get her to respond and answer to different commands. Kiara had even thought that it’d be a funny idea to buy her different buttons to communicate with you and Jack. So far, Princess had decided that the ‘girl please’ and ‘treats’ buttons were her favorite.
“Are you gonna be good for aunts?”
Princess barks twice, which signals no. Jack laughs loudly before moving to grab her bag that he packed the night before. As you descend the stairs, you and Jack work in tandem to load your respective luggage into the truck. Jack drives to Jaylen’s house because you know that Kiara won’t be up this early.
Jesse opens the door with his silver hair swiped in different directions, “Morning, love birds. You ready for your honeymoon?”
“Ecstatic, really. Jack packed all of his hoochie daddy shorts,” You state, winking at you.
Jesse turns to look at him, “Good for you. I always thought that you could use a nice tan.” He turns his gaze back to face you, “What about you? What swimsuits did we pack?”
“Floss, of course! You know me, Jesse.”
He chuckles in return, “After two years of friendship, I definitely do. But I should be letting you two go. Don’t worry about Princess, she’ll be in good hands.”
“Thanks again for agreeing to watch her, Jess.”
“S’no problem.” He leans forward to pull you into a hug before kissing your cheek. Once your hug ends, Jesse pulls Jack into a similar hug.
He waves you both off, “Now, get out of here. Go have fun. I’ll tell Jaylen you stopped by.” He picks Princess up out of Jack’s arms and grabs her bag. Princess looks like she’s already in Heaven at the prospect of being held by one of her favorite men.
Jesse looks down, “Tell mommy and daddy bye.”
Princess barks once before turning her attention back to Jesse. You and Jack laugh softly before heading back to his truck to go to the airport. Surprisingly, it doesn’t take long to get there, and before you know it, you and Jack are checking your bags at TSA and sitting at your terminal.
“You wanna get something to eat before the flight?” Jack asks, peeping down at you.
“Yes, please. My stomach’s in my back.”
You both end up with breakfast sandwiches and coffee from one of the airport cafes. You get an iced latte, while Jack sticks with his usual black coffee. After you eat, you and Jack hold hands as you wait for your flight to be called. Jack’s fingers play with your wedding ring, and you can see him looking down at it.
There’d been a lot of moments since getting married when you had caught Jack staring at you. It was almost like he couldn’t believe that you were there. You knew that it was still surreal for him at times to be married again.
But throughout it all, you never doubted the fact that Jack loves you. Even when you woke up in the morning and saw him lying next to you, it still all felt like a dream.
You were officially married to the love of your life, living in your dream home, and you had the best support system out of this world.
After twenty minutes, yours and Jack’s flight is called. You chuckle to yourself as Jack pulls out the printed boarding passes.
“Baby, I already told you that they’re on our phones,” you said.
“I know, but what if something happens. It’s just a precaution, Princess,” He explains. Frankly, you’d never get tired of his old-man tendencies.
Once you and Jack are in your seats, you smile brightly at him, “We’re about to be in Rio, baby!”
Jack smiles in return. Seeing you happy and at peace will always be one of the things that makes his day brighter.
“Two weeks of sitting out in the sun with my hot wife,” He comments.
You lean over and lower your voice, “Two weeks of you getting to see me in all of my bikinis and taking them off me too.”
Jack lays his head back, “Sounds like the making of the best vacation ever.”
After fourteen hours of flying, the pilot officially announces that you have all arrived in Brazil. As expected, with Jack being a certified old man, he claps when the plane lands, which then causes everyone else to clap.
“Okay, Jack, I see you being a trendsetter,” You tease as you both walk from your seats. As you walk from the plane, you head to the conveyor belt to grab your luggage.
Jack orders an Uber to come pick you both up to go to the resort. It isn’t long before your Uber driver, Roberto, picks you both up and drops you off at the resort.
Jack ushers you inside the resort as you both walk to the front desk. The girl at the desk smiles, “How may I help you both?”
“We have a reservation for Abbot,” Jack answers.
“Ah, yes, our newlyweds. Congratulations, and here are your keys. Domingo will help you with your luggage, and we hope that you both have a lovely experience!”
You’re practically bursting at the seams with excitement as you and Jack stand in front of the door to your room. Jack had been meticulous with choosing the resort and the room. You both planned the itinerary together, but he made it very clear that he wanted the room to be a surprise.
He scans the key over the door and opens it. “After you, Princess.”
As you walk into the room, your jaw drops upon seeing the flowers that adorn the bed, along with the stunning view. Directly connected to yours and Jack’s room is a private jacuzzi. You already have a few ideas for it.
The bathroom is beautiful and has a lot of natural light. It warms your heart when you see the shower chair there just as you both requested. You wanted Jack to be stress-free during this honeymoon, which included not having to worry about his leg.
“So, how’d I do on the room?”
“I love it. You really went all out,” you said, stepping closer to stand in front of him.
Jack reaches out to cup your cheek. “I only get the best for my wife.”
The jet lag starts to weigh down on you, and Jack can clearly see it by the way that your eyes droop.
“How about we order room service and relax for the rest of the day? We can start our adventures tomorrow,” Jack said.
“Have I ever told you how much I love you?”
Jack chuckles, “Yeah, you have, but you know I’d love to hear you say it again.”
“I love you so much, Jack Abbot.”
He leans down to press a soft kiss against your lips, “I love you too, Princess. Now let’s get settled in.”
The next morning, you and Jack are up bright and early. You feed him another slice of mango as you munch on a piece of kiwi. He lies back on the bed as the light filters into the bedroom. Jack takes a second to admire the way that the sun reflects on your skin and braids. He reaches out to touch one of the braids that has a golden accessory attached to the middle.
“I really love the braids,” He comments as he twirls the hair between his fingers.
“Thanks, I think she did a really good job. Even though I’m convinced you thought I was missing,” You tease.
Jack chuckles, “Listen, your old man is still learning. I had no idea that your braids would take 5-6 hours, honey. I was worried.”
“Well, now you know. Kiara was clowning you the entire time. She was convinced that you were about to issue an Amber Alert with Robby.”
“If I needed to, I would.” By the tone of his voice, you know that Jack is dead serious. The last thing Jack played about was your safety. Ever since the Pitt fest situation, he’d been more vigilant about protecting you. That included you both sharing your locations and doing random checks throughout the day.
You didn’t see it as Jack being overprotective. You still remembered how scary the entire situation was and how scared you were that you wouldn’t make it back to Jack. So you would let him play mother hen to ease his worries.
“What’s the plan for today?” You ask Jack, as you sip on your iced coffee.
“Few excursions. Visiting some landmarks and I figured that we could go to the beach, and then out for dinner tonight,” He explains.
“Good, so I should dress comfortably for now?”
“Definitely.”
After breakfast, you and Jack both get ready. You put on a pair of denim shorts with a tube top, while Jack opts for a button-down and khaki pants.
Your eyes zoom in on the long nature of his pants, “Where’s the hoochie daddy shorts? You’re gonna burn up in those, Jack.”
Jack glances down at his pants and gives you a tense smile, “It’s fine, baby.”
You both stare at each other for a couple of seconds until you squint your eyes at Jack. You take a step forward and pull his body closer to yours. “Jack, I know you just as well as you know yourself at this point. What’s going on?”
You catch the brief conflict that goes on in his eyes before he sighs, “It’s my leg. I just don’t want people to constantly stare at it, you know? I want this to be a normal vacation for us, and I definitely don’t want people to look at you a certain way because we’re together.”
It hurts your heart to hear him talking about himself like he’s a burden, but you know that this is a subject that you’ll both have to navigate together.
You reach out to cup his face in your hand, “Hey, listen to me. There’s nothing wrong with you, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with your leg. If people stare, then let them. You’re my husband, and I love you just the way you are. I’m not embarrassed or ashamed to be walking around with you because, if you weren’t aware, you’re the full package, Jack. Plus, if someone gets too feisty with you, I’ll cuss them out in a second.”
Jack chuckles at your words because he knows that they’re true. You’d both been out and about one evening when someone made an ignorant comment to Jack. You didn’t even blink before you were cursing them out so badly that they started to tear up.
“I love you, Jack. I want you to enjoy this vacation. You deserve it. Don’t deprive me of seeing you because I love each and every part of you, okay?”
Jack’s eyes mist up with tears before he leans in more to your touch. He turns his face to kiss the palm of your hand. “God, I love you, sweetheart.”
“You better. Now, go change into the hoochie daddy shorts so I can objectify you,” You said, pushing him towards his suitcase.
After Jack changes into his shorts, you make him stand in front of you and do a little turn. He blushes as you whistle loudly. “Ugh, if I didn’t want to explore, I would let you bend me over right now.”
“We have plenty of time for that, honey,” Jack answers with a chuckle.
You and Jack travel from your room and catch a ride with one of the hotel workers to the center of town. You both end up doing a local tour to some of the landmarks, which you both take pictures at. Jack knows how much you value eating and trying local cuisine, so eventually you end up at a cooking class where you learn to make local dishes.
Jack watches as you laugh along with some of the older ladies, who are teaching the class.
Your host, Bruna, looks up at Jack and nudges you a little, “Your husband is very enamoured with you.”
You look up and catch Jack’s eye. He smiles sheepishly at you before looking back down at his dish. You chuckle softly, “I’m very enamoured with him too.”
“How long have you both been married?”
“About a month, but we’ve been together for a year,” You said.
She gives you a bright smile, “Only a month and he still looks at you that way. Cherish that. That kind of love never fades away. I can tell that he’d move the Earth for you if you asked.”
“I’d do the same for him if he asked.”
“There’s a small festival happening tonight if you and your husband would like to come back. My family and I would love to host you both for dinner,” Bruna suggests.
“That sounds amazing, actually. I’ll let him know, and we’ll be back out. Thank you for inviting us.”
Bruna nods, “You’re welcome, my dear.”
After the cooking class and a meal together, you and Jack venture out to look around a few local shops for some souvenirs. You can’t help but buy a pair of Havianas and customize them with special charms. As you and Jack walk to the beach, you turn to face him. “You ready to see one of the special bikinis that I packed for this trip?”
Jack chuckles, “Honey, I’ve been dying to see you in a bikini, especially after watching you pack them.”
On the beach, you enter one of the changing stalls before changing into a bikini that has the Brazilian flag printed on the top. As you come out of the stall, Jack’s eyes flit down to appreciate the swimsuit. You clock the way that his eyes visibly darken as his Adam’s apple bobs in his throat.
“Honey, you look amazing. Turn for me,” Jack orders gently. You turn so that Jack can get a view of the back of the bikini, which is basically a string. He reaches out to grab your backside in his hand and groans lowly, “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
You move so that you’re facing him again. “So, I guess it’s safe to say that you really like this one?”
Jack steps closer and fully cups your backside in both of his hands, “Baby, I love it so much that I’m this close to taking you back into that stall.” He holds up two fingers and pinches them together. You laugh loudly while leaning into his chest, “Save all of that energy for tonight. I have a surprise for you, and the hosts from earlier invited us to a family dinner tonight.”
Jack leans down to place his lips over yours, “I’ll try to be on my best behavior then.”
“Good. Now, go change,” You said, pushing him gently towards the stall. It doesn’t take long for Jack to change into his swim trunks, and you make it obvious that you’re ogling his chest. You both walk and find a spot with empty chairs. You take out the sunscreen and hand it over to Jack.
“Can you put this on for me?”
Jack fails at hiding the smile on his face, “Course I can, baby.”
He starts at the bottom of your legs, squirting the sunscreen onto his hands before rubbing the cream gently into your skin. As he makes his way up your thighs, you can see Jack taking his time to rub the sunscreen in. He stares up at you, “I gotta take my time and make sure you don’t burn up, baby. You know, protect you from all the sun rays.”
You chuckle, “Is that right? Well, you’re the doctor, and I follow your orders.”
“Exactly, it’s in my medical opinion that you need to let me take my time on this,” Jack states, rubbing slower between your thighs. Once he’s done, he presses a kiss to one of your thighs. You’re about to take the sunscreen from his hands when he stops you. “I got it. I wouldn’t want you to miss a spot.”
From that point, Jack makes a show out of putting sunscreen on your upper body. When he reaches your breasts, he traces his hand along the sides of your breasts that peek out from the swimsuit. He moves around your body and slathers the sunscreen across your back.
“There. All done,” Jack said, pressing a kiss to the side of your neck.
“Your turn. I can’t let my white man burn up out here,” You joke.
You take the same care and attention that Jack did when applying the sunscreen to his body. When you reach his torso, you pointedly plop down into his lap. Jack stares up at you, his hazel eyes shining beneath the glow of the sun. You rub your hands up and down his chest while gazing at him, “You look so pretty like this, Daddy. This sun is gonna do wonders for all of those freckles.”
You lean down to press a kiss to Jack’s shoulder where there’s a litter of freckles.
You can already see the beginnings of Jack blushing as you fawn over him. His arms close around your waist, and you can feel the chill from his wedding ring. “You sure know how to make a man feel desired, sweetheart.”
“Good, because I always want you to know that I want you, Jack. Every single part of you.”
After you and Jack finish putting on sunscreen, he follows you out into the water. He had packed his waterproof prosthesis for the vacation, so that he could swim with you as much as he liked. You both laugh and splash each other in the water before floating alongside each other.
Once you’re both done playing in the warm water, you walk back to your respective chairs and sit down. Jack pulls out a book while you lie on your front to tan. As much as he tries to pay attention to the book in his hand, he can’t help the way that his eyes drift off to look at you. His eyes trace over your brown skin and the way that your braids just casually lie off to the side.
As the kids would say, Jack is down bad for you.
He subtly adjusts himself in his shorts before dividing his attention back to the book in his hand. You smirk slyly when you notice the movement.
About two hours later, you tell Jack that you’re ready to leave and you both head to the stall to the showers to wash the sand off. Jack runs hands across your skin to remove the grains of sand from your body.
He’s surprised when you pull him into one of the stalls and locks the door.
Before he can think even further, you push him down onto the bench. Kneeling between his legs, you look up, “I wanna taste you before we head back.”
You reach inside Jack’s shorts and pull out his hardening dick. Your tongue meets the tip of his dick as you lap at the bead of precum that sits there. You trace your tongue up and down Jack’s length before moving your lips to engulf him in your mouth.
“Fuck baby…” Jack moans, his hands coming up grasp your braids.
You relax your jaw as Jack’s length slides deeper down your throat. You tap his thigh, signaling that you want him to use your throat. Pulling your braids into a ponytail, Jack uses the opportunity to guide your head up and down.
You stare up at him with your pretty eyes as he groans softly under his breath.
“My pretty wife. You letting me use your throat like this. You feel so good baby,” Jack said, looking down at him.
You moan at the praise as Jack’s hip start to lift to fill more of your mouth.
It’s not long before he’s moaning and throwing his head back as warm spurts of cum hit the back of your throat. You happily swallow Jack’s release before pulling back with a soft pop.
You smile up at him as he looks thoroughly wrecked. “Do you need a nap when we get back, old man?”
Jack chuckles, “Nope, I’m just saving my energy for tonight, baby.” He leans down to smush your cheeks together, “I’m gonna make you feel so good.”
He notes the way that your eyes darken.
It only fuels the growing desire that you have for him.
Once you and Jack are back at the hotel, you both wash off and decide to take a nap. You wake up a few hours later and start to get ready for the dinner and festival.
You put on a baby blue two piece set. The skirt flows around your hips. You add a waist chain to complement the look, along with other pieces of gold jewelry. You style your braids into a ponytail before sticking a flower accessory in your hair. As you start to slick your edges down in the mirror, Jack appears behind you.
“Look at my beautiful wife. I swear you just keep getting prettier, Princess,” He states, wrapping an arm around your bare waist.
“I’m glad you think so. You should wear your blue button down. It’ll match my outfit,” You tell him.
He nods before pressing a kiss to your lips. You spritz a few sprays of perfume onto your body before walking back into the bedroom to watch Jack get ready.
You whistle loudly, “Excuse me sir, are you single?”
Jack chuckles, “No ma’am. I’m happily married and my wife can fight.”
The statement causes you to laugh loudly.
“See you remember!” You said, referencing back to the time that you told Jack to start saying the phrase when women flirted with him.
You lean back into the chair, “And what’s the last thing you do after they ask?”
Jack holds his hand up to flash his wedding ring at you.
“Good boy.”
You both take an Uber to the middle of town where the festival is being held. It’s exciting to you to see many beautiful black and brown people enjoying their time without any worry of being profiled.
You and Jack watch as the floats come by and Jack takes the opportunity to take pictures and record. This is definitely Facebook material.
“Smile, sweetheart,” He says, holding the phone above you both.
A wide smile covers your lips as Jack snaps the pictures. You turn your head to press a kiss against his cheek as he captures the moment. The last picture that Jack captures is of you both kissing each other.
“Come on, let’s go dance,” You tell Jack, ushering him to a different part of the street where multiple couples dance together.
“You know I don’t have that much rhythm,” He states, blushing slightly.
You turn and wrap his arms around your waist, “Good thing you have a beautiful wife who can. You know how to handle me real well.”
You grind your body against Jack’s to the beat of the music. The tempo picks up as you bend down in front of him to start twerking. Jack’s mesmerized, but he catches what you’re throwing back.
A few of the other dancers whistle and cheer loudly at you and Jack. You look back to find him smiling at you.
A few songs later, Jack decides to go sit down at one of the spare tables as he watches you continue to dance with the other women.
You hike your skirts as you follow the rhythm of the samba that the other girls are showing you. It makes Jack smile seeing you be this carefree and joyful.
He silently says a word of thanks to whoever above is listening. He’s forever grateful for the opportunity to be married to someone like you.
Your host, Bruna, from earlier walks up to you and you happily greet each other. Jack can see you animatedly talking to the older before you both look in his direction.
As you and Bruna walk to the table, she pulls Jack into a quick hug.
“My family and I have prepared an amazing dinner for you both. A few of the other guests who took the class today will be joining us,” Bruna explains.
The three of you walk back to her house, where she hosted the earlier cooking class. She introduces you to most of her family members, along with re-introducing you and Jack to the other people that came to the class.
As you and Jack take your seats at the big table, Bruna and her family bring out various dishes and place them on the table.
You lean over to Jack, “This looks so good. We might actually pass out from a food coma.”
Jack laughs softly, “Don’t pass out too quick. Don’t forgot that you have to show me your surprise.”
“Oh trust me, baby. You’ll be wide awake for it,” you tease.
Bruno comes out and stands at the head of the table as she raises her glass, “Thank you all for coming tonight. My family and I have always been honored to host people in our home and share parts of our culture. Tonight, we’ve prepared different local dishes, and we hope that you all enjoy.”
Before she takes a sip of her drink, she looks in yours and Jack’s direction. “Also, I would like to raise a toast to our newlyweds, the Abbots. May you both be blessed forever with love and prosperity.”
The rest of the table lifts their glasses and cheers to you and Jack.
The dinner goes by smoothly with you and Jack making conversation with everyone. He keeps his hand placed on your thigh. You eye him from the corner of your eye as his runs the tips of his fingers up your leg.
Jack moves closer to whisper in your ear, “I think it’s about time that we head out, Princess. Daddy really wants to be alone with you.”
You bite your lip. “Okay, daddy.”
You and Jack stand together. “We’re gonna head out, but thank you all for your generosity.”
Bruna stands to hug you and Jack. She gives you a sly smile, “Thank you both for coming. Have a good night.”
As you turn to leave, she grabs your hand, “You’ll both have many children. Take my word for it.”
You chuckle, “Thank you, Bruna.”
Bruna’s husband offers you and Jack a ride back to your hotel. As you and Jack bid the man farewell, Jack’s gaze goes to the weird way that you’re walking.
He frowns, “Hey, Princess, you feeling okay?”
You turn, “Mhmm, just a little off. I think it’s my legs. Maybe my thighs?”
“Okay, I’ll check when we get into the room,” Jack states, ushering you along with him. You smile innocently behind his back at the fact that he’s falling for your plan already.
When you get into the room, it’s clear that Jack’s being very careful with you. He steps in front of you, and his concerned gaze filters over your form.
“Where’s it hurting at, baby?” Jack questions.
“My butt,” you answer plainly.
“Alright, turn around so that I can see. We may need to go to an urgent care.”
You widen your eyes for dramatic flair, “I think I should bend over so that you can have a better look.”
“Yeah, that’s a good idea”, Jack replies, still oblivious to your ploy.
You turn and bend to lie over the bed. You purposefully hike your ass higher in the air for Jack’s gaze. Jack kneels to start his inspection. He presses at your legs as he lifts the skirt. “Does this hurt, baby?”
“No, I think it’s a bit higher.”
Jack nods, pushing your skirt up higher. He pushes it all the way up and is pleasantly surprised to find you bare beneath the skirt. It’s not the fact that you’re not wearing underwear that surprises him.
It’s the fact that nestled between your cheeks is the flashing glimmer of a butt plug. He looks up just as you turn around with a mischievous smirk.
You pout, “What do you think, Dr. Abbot? Am I gonna need to take a trip to the ER?” You start to move your hips from side to side. As if in a trance, Jack’s gaze follows you.
He swallows, “No, Princess. I’m perfectly equipped to handle this on my own.”
He meets your gaze again. “How did you manage to get a butt plug through TSA?”
“I talked the TSA lady into letting me bring it on. I mentioned that it was our honeymoon, and I was planning to get extra nasty for you. She was down for it,” you said.
Jack flips you around and pushes your legs back. He stares intensely at your wet center before looking back up at you.
“I need a taste of my girl. I’ve been missing her all day,” He mutters before lowering himself to the floor. You feel him start to press kisses to the insides of your thighs.
He hovers his mouth over your mound before lowering himself down to press a kiss against your clit.
“Jack…” you moan softly.
Jack’s tongue comes out to lick a long stripe up from your entrance to your clit. He moans at the taste of you hitting his tongue. He leans back down to tongue at your entrance. He keeps his hazel eyes connected to you so that he can watch the way that you writhe and grip the sheets.
Jack makes out with your pussy as his nose bumps into your clit. You grip his hair between your fingers. His tongue moves down to swipe at the slick that’s gathered around the plug. You shiver at the feel of him licking around the plug and swiping his fingers across your clit.
“Mmm, you taste good, baby,” Jack states, moving up to slide his fingers inside of you. His other hand moves to the plug, and he starts to push in and out of you at the same time as his fingers.
Your eyes roll back at the full feeling. Jack takes the opportunity to connect his lips to your pearl again as he continues stimulating you. It isn’t long before he feels your pussy contract around his fingers as you explode. Your back arches from the bed as you grip Jack’s curls tightly between your fingers.
He presses one last kiss to your clit before removing his hand from you. Jack slides the pads of his fingers into his mouth and licks them clean of your release. You sit up and grab his face in your hands. “You always make me feel so good, Daddy.”
You switch spots with Jack as you fully strip in front of him. He mimics your motions, and now you’re both bare before each other. Leaning down, Jack watches you softly as you remove the prosthesis.
“Lay back,” You tell him.
Jack obliges and scoots up the pillows to watch as you crawl onto the bed. You surprise him when you straddle his lap backwards. You peep at him over your shoulder, “I want you to watch me ride you this way.”
Sitting up, you grab his dick in your hands and point the tip at your entrance. Jack keeps his eyes on you as you lower yourself down. A mutual moan leaves both of your lips as Jack feels you clench around him.
Jack reaches out to grab your hip in his hand. “Come on, baby, let me see you ride me.”
You lift and slam yourself back down. Reaching out, you place your hands on Jack’s thighs as you keep moving up and down on his length. The glimmer of the plug winks at him as you watches the way that you ass ripples against him.
“Who knew that my pretty wife would be such a slut for me?”
“Only for you, daddy,” you reply back, as you grind down. Jack uses the opportunity to grab your hips and he thrusts up into you.
The loud sound of your skin slapping, along with the sound of squelching fills the space of the room. You moan loudly at feeling Jack use you. Jack watches the trail of sweat as it makes it way down your spine.
You pant loudly, “Want you to use my other hole now.”
You slide yourself off of Jack’s dick and move to lay on your stomach with your hips hiked in the air. Jack moves behind you and stares down at the plug. Gripping it gently between his fingers, he slides the plug from your hole.
He can’t help but be transfixed at the way your hole is open from the plug. Gripping his dick into his hand, he guides the tip to the entrance of your ass.
“Just relax for me, baby. Don’t tense up,” He orders softly.
You nod into the pillows. Jack notches the tip at your entrance before starting to slide in. Already, you can feel the fullness from how big he is. Jack eases in carefully until he’s fully seated inside of you.
“You’re so deep, Jack.”
“Yeah? You like me when I’m this deep, Princess.”
Pulling back an inch, he thrusts forward and watches as your walls greedily suck him back in. You reach back to hold yourself open for Jack’s viewing. You look back at him, “Harder.”
This only serves as motivation for Jack as he picks up the pace of his movements. Grabbing your braids in his hand, Jack brings your body back to meet his thrusts. You claw relentlessly at the sheets as the tears of pleasure start to prickle at your eyes.
Unintentionally, you reach back to palm at Jack’s stomach. He smirks and takes your hand in his. “Is Daddy going too hard for you, sweetheart?”
It only makes you moan more at hearing the condescending tone of his voice. Jack lets go of your braids to bring a hand around to start strumming at your clit.
“I’m close, daddy,” you whine into the sheets.
“Cum for me, baby. Let me feel you,” Jack said, increasing the speed of his fingers.
Your orgasm hits you like a freight train. The sensation of Jack filling you up combining with his fingers stroking your pearl is all so much. Your body shakes in Jack’s hold as he feels you tightening around him.
Jack feels his own orgasm creeping up, and he presses deep inside of you. You moan and shiver at the feeling of his cum spurting deep inside of you. It feels weird, but oddly comforting at the same time.
Jack shivers and presses a kiss to your shoulder before sliding out of you gently.
He lays back on the pillow and pulls your body close to his. He looks down at you and presses a few soft kisses against your lips.
“Thank you for the surprise,” Jack mutters into your hair.
“You’re welcome. We definitely have to do that again,” you state.
Jack chuckles and nods his head. He pulls you closer as both of your eyes start to close from the events of the day.
"this one's gonna teach my ex a lesson, this one's gonna get my boyfriend's attention"
summary: you send your partner, or ex, a risqué photo, telling them you're going to post it.
contains: women of the pitt x reader; gf!samira mohan, gf!emma nolan, ex-wife!baran al-hashimi, ex-situationship!trinity santos, gf!victoria javadi, wife!parker ellis. fem!reader. allusions to smut. swearing. some characters might be ooc, i apologize in advance. inspired by the song leak it by flo. also i realized i made a few typos last minute, so i apologize for that!!
gf!samira mohan
gf!emma nolan
ex-wife!baran al-hashimi
ex-situationship!trinity santos
gf!victoria javadi
wife!parker ellis
a/n: i'm definitely doing a part 2 with the pitt men, if you were looking for them!! thanks for reading, and please leave any feedback!!
you were like a vixen straight out of a 80’s porno. always had curtain bangs, hair black with streaks of blonde or pink. lips puckered with a dark brown lip liner and nude pink in the middle glossed up. eyeshadow always sparkled with glitter, body always sparkled in glitter. and Jesus you smelled so good.
looked even better with your black lace bralette and black lace panty, thong so skinny it almost looked like you had nothing on if it wasn’t for what’s between your legs getting hidden by that exact lace. top and bottom belly pierced with a tattoo that reached the top of your ribs all the way to your ankle.
gosh, to say onyankapon was infatuated would be an understatement.
“so you the birthday boy?” you questioned, walking up to him where he was seated in the private room. “friends out there hollering about you, how you deserve this cause you just won a football game, what? last thursday?” you smirk at him, you tease him.
he’s never felt so stuck before, not when he was on the field, not when he had to talk in front of damn near millions of people when he lost a game, and never when he talking to some female. his lips curl as if he was mad at her for even given him a reason to stutter on his words.
he bite his lips, diamond grills showing slightly “yeah, that’s me.” he eyes your feet first when you get closer, cute, feminine with black frenchtip. he eyes trail higher when he sees the long straps on your heels that reaches below your knee, you so fucking captivating. the hell you doing at a strip club?
his eyes meet your pelvic bone, looks at you petite waist and ribcage and he can tell you been working hard on that pole. your body just shows it, faint muscles in your arm, ass so plump and he bet he can sit a cup on it if he concentrated hard enough. “yea that’s you?” you bite your lip back at him, all white straight teeth.
you get even closer, one heeled foot going between his man-spreaded legs. and with that he leans back, gets more comfortable. arms behind the seated area. you tuck your head to the side as you inspect him, designer baggy pants and chrome heart long sleeve, he has a hat on but you can tell he got a fresh cut with some braids underneath. Silver Cuban link chain around his neck and an even big Cuban link bracelet over his wrist that matches perfectly with a blinged out Rolex.
you can’t say the money he obviously has wasn’t making your pussy a little wet, you loved when men came in, and they looked as good as they money. but you can tell onyankapon is different, he’s a little calm, he looks like he was forced into this but possibly has taken a interest in you. and another thing you absolutely loved more than a cute face with money is someone you can get over.
the way he flinches a little, you can tell even though bitches probably flaunt they way at him he ain used to someone like you, and that makes him…cute.
“you cute onyankapon.” and just as he was about to question you with a eyebrow up, you plop on his lap. “can tell you never did nothing like this before huh? even though football filled with niggas that ain shit, you a good boy.” you lean closer to his ear and ony swears his spine tingles and straightens.
his fist balled up and he leaned his head to the side as if it was an invitation. you don’t take the invitation though, you lean back and look at his face, your hands going behind you to lean or his knees, covered pussy in the front of his zipper.
“I-it, what?” it’s like he wanted to confess but a cat caught his tongue telling him no. One hand from his knee moves to grab on his jaw, his breath is caught up and staggered. “usually men aren’t supposed to be touching on the girls, not supposed to be doing more than giving money and watching,” you lean closer to his face, teeth softly biting at his bottom lip, he groans almost pathetically. “I can tell though ony, you might be my favorite.”
your hips grind once against his, and his hands find your thigh, not giving in all the way.
ony was frustrated to say the least, though you had something so skimpy on, his jeans was making it hard.
and speaking of hard he can feel his shit twitching more, the more he smelt you, the more you body moved, the more your fingers touched over his face and under his undercut, the more you fucking breath against his ears.
he was a sensitive man, barely fucking anyone because that’s just not his style. he aware of gold diggers and money hungry girls, which is ironic because he at a strip club where the reside at but fuck he was forced her and fuck did you change every thought process he had.
his friends told him about you, how you move, how you laugh and just how sexy you are. they always said how strict you are about the touching policy, about how you barely even give them more then a 5 minute lap dance before you requesting the money.
he doesn’t know nor you, but you end up on your back.
his jeans still on but dick so hard it’s form against his thigh and he’s getting so fucking greedy he just jumping against your thigh and covered pussy like his famous career doesn’t even exist. like she can’t go and rat him out for actually being a loser.
but you would never, because this is exactly how you like em.
“f-fuck sorry I just….oh god.” he moans softly. his hands grip the underside of your thighs and your hands follow his shoulders. “it’s okay ony, you can take it out though.”
he pauses, breathing heavy as fuck and eyebrows furrowed. “you can’t put it in, but I’ll give you a little something more for your birthday.”
and he does, his thick tip sliding against the pudge of your pussy that’s now poking outside of your panties.
he feels the wetness, he feels the lace and he so turned on he feels like a teenager.
you can tell he’s getting into it, your biting your lips and your pussy is fucking throbbing cause it all just feels so good. he smells so good, and he’s doing so good.
“mm, my- I’ve never did this before.” you mumble and moan, watching him bring your legs up and over one of his shoulder so your thighs close better around his dick and he goes deeper like that, balls squished against where your hole is pulsating and the top of his dick covering almost your whole belly button. “just like that ony.”
“uhn fuck! mama, I think I can nut just like this.” he half way laughs and groans. and now he’s unstrapping your heels to digs his nose in your ankle, to suck and lick on the heel of your feet all the way to the tip of your toes.
you moan out in shock, back arching off the couch.
yes, this is exactly your type.
his hips go sharper, but sloppy nonetheless, it makes him tremble and he’s not even sure what he’s doing anymore, “ima become a regular. I swear, you gon give me this treatment everytime?” he questions and oh he’s the cutest with the way he’s absolutely deadass.
you smile behind a moan and you nod.
you’d give him everything he wants.
A/N: lowkey y’all im finna drop drafts because why not. I’ve been MIA ASF, i edit a little of em but not all. I have so many drafts. (Should I start finishing them? I lowkey lost motivation, I feel like a Wattpad author when they ghost their audience lmao)
Princess!Reader who since being born was the apple of your parent’s eye. You were the only girl child in a family of four boys to a father with only brothers as siblings. So yes, it made sense how you become the princess of the family.
Princess!Reader who grew up stressing your father to the point of baldness but he catered to your every whim. And that was a pattern your uncles and your brothers followed through with.
Princess!Reader who due to the high standards set by the men in your family fails to have successful relationships with the men of your age. You don’t tolerate disrespect, incompetence and laziness. The manosphere talking points don’t work on you. You just leave and never look back.
Princess!Reader who despite being spoilt, was raised to be a hard worker. You graduated top of your class in high school and your undergrad degree. Now you were finishing your master’s degree with a distinction and your interior design business was finally blowing up.
Princess!Reader who also loved spending money as much as you made it. And you were fortunate enough that the allowance from your family - even at twenty-eight - was overflowing. You were a lover of the mainstream fashion houses but you preferred LaQuan Smith or Pyer Moss over Chanel.
Princess!Reader who has the men in your life at your beck and call for whatever problems arise in your life. You didn’t know what it is like to ever have to figure out how to fix something manually.
Which is why when Princess!Reader’s tyre blew at the side of the road and you couldn’t reach any of your male family members, you were close to having a panic attack. It was past 7am in the morning, the roads were empty and you were staring down hard at the deflated tyre with a mean mug hoping somehow it would fix itself.
Princess!Reader’s whose head shot up when you heard the rumblings of a truck coming closer. It stopped in front of you and the window rolled down. You were momentarily frozen as you were struck by the beauty of the man that was staring back at you. His thick greying curls and freckled skin were impossible for you not to notice.
“You alright darlin’?” There was something about the tone of concern in his voice that caused your bottom lip to tremble and for the tears to fill up in your eyes. “No.” The sight of your tears, the handsome stranger immediately put his truck in park and hopped out.
Princess!Reader who explained your situation and the stranger immediately jumped into action. Fortunately for you, everything that was needed to change a tyre was in the trunk. And you loved watching a man hard at work.
Princess!Reader who as you watched his muscles flex as he worked on your car decided that, this was your man now. You swayed as he tried to hold conversation with you.
“So what’s your name darling?” He asked and Princess!Reader answered and asked the same.
“The name’s Jack. Jack Abbot.”
Princess!Reader who never thought the kindness of a stranger would lead to the best romance of your life.
ru’s note 💌: SURPRISE! I’m back again. I was working on some thangs. This is one of them. I really hope you love it. I’m trying to bring something a lil different to the Jack Abbot/Shawn Hatosy space. Hoping to be posting more soon 💕.
Summary: After Sammy’s divorce from Tammi, he has a whole new outlook on life, which also includes a whole new look. You notice that your cute neighbor has transformed into a total smoke show, but you’re quick to remind him that you wanted to crack him even when he was chubby.
Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), praise kink, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), officer role play, use of a mirror, objectifying Sammy Bryant and his chubby face & body😩, cum licking, unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity.
Sammy Bryant has always had his eyes on you. I mean, who wouldn’t look at you? You’re an absolute stunner is what he’d say if anyone ever asked. You’d been his and Tammi’s neighbor for about two years before the divorce.
Each morning, when you both were heading to your respective jobs, you’d still be polite enough to yell out a “Mornin’ neighbor!” All while waving your pretty manicured nails at him.
He’d blush each time, but he’d still offer up his own “Good morning” to you. Sammy liked having you as a neighbor. You were always polite and helpful.
Whenever you’d have a cookout with your friends and family, you'd invite him and Tammi over. Of course, Tammi never came, but Sammy never let that stop him from going to eat good food.
“Make yourself at home, Sammy. Come on, I’ll make your plate,” you said, tugging him along with you to the kitchen. As you passed by different members of your family, you would introduce them.
“Say mane, you ain’t gone arrest us or nothin’ right?” Your uncle asked him.
“No, sir, m’just here to enjoy some good food and company,” Sammy answers.
“Uncle Leroy, leave my neighbor alone,” you said, laughing slightly as you pulled Sammy into the kitchen. The man watches quietly as you move around the kitchen and grab one of the long plates.
You look up at him, “Do you eat potato salad?”
Sammy nods, “Yeah, I do. Honestly, it all looks great, so load me up with it all.”
You chuckle, “I’ll hook you up. My dad makes the best ribs this side of town.” You navigate around the table as you pack Sammy’s plate with various foods. His mouth waters the more that you put on the plate.
But truly, he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his mouth was watering from the food. In actuality, the man can’t keep his eyes from trailing over your body. He can’t help the way that he notices the way that the shorts cling to your body, or how they rise each time you lean over the table.
He’s a cop. He’s supposed to pay attention to the details that other people would miss, such as the fact that when your shirt lifts, he can see the faint glint from your belly button piercing.
Or even the fact that he can tell that you just shaved your legs–as evidenced by the bandage on the side of your leg.
“You hurt yourself?”
“Huh?”
When you turn to look at him, Sammy points to the bandage on the back of your leg. You look down at it and hum as though you forgot it was there.
“Yeah, I nicked myself shaving this morning. You know how it is, playing host. You never really get time to yourself,” you explain, before sticking a fork in his plate.
You pass the plate over to him, and he ignores the way that his skin tingles at the feel of your fingers brushing against his. Sammy follows you back into the party, where you both sit together at one of the tables. He takes the first bite of potato salad and nearly moans.
The ribs are even better.
“This is some of the best food I’ve had in a while,” He states, taking another bite of the ribs.
You smirk, “Your wife not cooking many home meals?”
Sammy wipes his mouth and swallows down the food, “Not really. She does her best, but she’s not much of a cook. But I knew that when I married her.” He winces once the sentence is out and tries to save face, “She makes a great casserole.”
He cringes even harder at that sentence.
You laugh softly, “M’just teasing you, Sammy. Since you like the food so much, I’ll make you some to-go plates.”
Sammy takes his time to stare into your eyes. He analyzes the different shades of color present there and how your eyelashes perfectly complement your eyes.
“I’d really like that. Thank you.”
“S’no problem.”
You hold eye contact with him for a beat before breaking it once one of your cousins calls your name. You’re polite enough to include Sammy in the conversation. Actually, you’re great at reassuring him throughout the entire evening.
Even when you’re teaching him to play Spades, you’re patient and calm with him. He finds himself laughing along with your family as they joke about you bringing a white boy around.
You laugh loudly, “Y’all are gonna put some respect on my neighbor’s name. I’m not about to let y’all come for him like this.”
“Right, niece! Y’all ain’t coming for my friend. He said he's going to help me get rid of these parking tickets,” your uncle, Delmont, said, all while winking at Sammy.
Sammy can’t help but admire how joyful and carefree you are when you’re with your family. It only makes him more attracted to you, especially with how welcoming you are.
He stops the thoughts before they can even begin to manifest into a montage of images. If there’s one thing that Sammy Bryant doesn’t do is cheat.
He knew his fair share of guys at the station who were messing around on their wives and girlfriends, but that had never been Sammy’s scene.
He took the sanctity of marriage seriously. When he said those vows to Tammi, he meant every single word. So as much as he liked you, he’d never cross that line and hurt his wife.
Because his parents raised him to be a lot of things, but a cheater wasn’t one of them.
Even though he has his suspicions of Tammi, he still wouldn’t allow himself to ever cross that line.
By the end of the night, as things are winding down, Sammy stands across from you in your yard with his to-go plates stacked together in a plastic bag.
“Thank you again for inviting me and for the food,” He said, smiling shyly at you.
“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming. You know it was really nice having you here, Sammy. You’re welcome to come to any future cookouts.”
He smiles, “Good, because I don’t think I ever want to miss out on your dad’s ribs.” Before he knows it, you’re stepping closer to him. He can practically feel the warmth of your body with how close you are.
“Have a good night, Sammy.” He expects that to be the end of the conversation. What he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into a hug. He can feel the increasing thumping of his heart beating against his chest at the feel of your body pressed to his.
He tries to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but that only worsens the situation because then he gets a big waft of your perfume. He circles his arm around your waist and pulls you more to him.
You happen to move your head back to stare at him, and for a moment, he’s trapped within your gaze. He clears his throat and moves back. For a second, he allowed himself to visualize what it’d be like to have your lips pressed against his.
He swallows roughly as the guilt starts to creep up into his body. He smiles awkwardly at you, “G’night.”
You spare him one last smile before turning to walk back inside your house. Sammy follows suit and walks back to his house. When he gets inside, he spots Tammi sitting on the couch, watching TV and texting on her phone.
“You’ve been gone all day. Thought I might have to file a missing person’s report,” She said, eyes flickering over his form and the bag in his hand.
“No need for that. The neighbor and her family invited me to stay and eat with them. They were really nice,” Sammy responds.
Tammi hums. She’s not blind. She can see how pretty you are and the occasional glances that you spare Sammy’s way. Even just the fact that he was so excited to go to your house has her raising her eyebrows.
Sure, she’s already having an affair of her own, but something about the thought of you and Sammy together just makes her stomach queasy. However, it would absolve her of some guilt about her affair if Sammy were sleeping with you.
Maybe he’d even be willing to look past what she’s doing in favor of his affair with you.
The next day, Sammy’s on edge.
He suspects more and more that Tammi is cheating on him. But it’s fully confirmed for him in that moment when he checks his to-go plates and sees that someone had eaten his ribs.
Tammi doesn’t even like ribs.
So who did she have in his house?
You’d noticed the change in Sammy since his divorce. At first, he was more withdrawn and isolated. You’d grown worried when you started to notice the usual softness and joy present in his face fading away.
You were there for Sammy even when he started to push you away. You’d send over meals to his house, and he’d give you a soft smile, but you could always tell that the light had left his eyes.
It only got worse when he found out that the baby that he was so excited for wasn’t his.
In that moment, Sammy Bryant decides to become a brand new man. As he looks in the mirror, he takes in his chubby cheeks and the slight curve of his stomach. He figures that he’ll start there.
He starts going to the gym more and being more mindful about what he eats. Soon, the weight practically falls off, and his face becomes slimmer. His jawline’s sharper, and the man that stares at him in the mirror is him…but not him at the same time.
He likes it. And he’s not the only one. Sammy starts to garner a lot more attention from women on the regular patrols. They’d usually keep their eyes on Nate and disregard Sammy.
But now, they flash heated looks and sugary smiles in his direction. It puts a certain pep in his step. Even as he goes to the bar with the guys, more women are pulling him to the side and suggesting that they come back to his place.
He smiles politely and declines.
He sips from his beer after he’d rejected yet another woman. Ben turns to him, “Jeez, Bryant, she was a real smoke show. I bet she would’ve been open to showing you a good time.”
Sammy shrugs, “Nah, not my type.”
Nate scoffs, “Not your type? What’s your type then? Oh, let me guess, your fine ass neighbor next door?”
Sammy shoots him a warning look. Nate chuckles, “So, I’m right. Why don’t you just ask her out, man? She seems like she’s into you.”
“I don’t know. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
“Well, you’d better get a move on it. Pretty girl like that. Some guy’s bound to scoop her up soon.”
Sammy knows that he’s right. You’re a beautiful woman, and not too many men would miss their opportunity to have you on their arm. Since the divorce, he’s been watching you a lot more.
He finally feels like it’s not a sin to look at you and imagine what it’d be like to be with you.
Which just happens to be the case now as he watches you head out to your car. You glance up, feeling his eyes on you, “Mornin’ neighbor.”
“Morning,” Sammy replies before he starts to walk over in your direction.
You lean against your car and give him another one of those dazzling smiles, “Long time no see, Sammy. You get a brand new look and dump me.”
You don’t hide the fact that you’re checking him out, which he really likes.
“I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I swear. It’s just been a lot with the divorce and then the baby…” He trails off at the end of the sentence and swallows roughly.
It still hurts him to talk about the fact that the baby isn’t his. A cute, chubby-faced baby that Sammy was prepared to give the world to. Even after the DNA test came back negative, he tried to make it work. It was always his dream to be a father. But as all things are with Tammi, they eventually become complicated. Her affair partner was still a constant in her life, and he obviously wanted to be a part of the kid’s life.
So Sammy did the mature thing.
He bowed out and left. There was no point in fighting for something that would only hurt him in the end.
“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, Sammy. Really. You’re a great guy,” You said, your expression softening.
“Thanks, and thanks for being there. Those home-cooked meals meant more than you know.”
“You’re welcome. You know you’re always welcome over anytime,” You said.
Sammy smiles shyly. Even with his new look, he still found himself nervous around you.
“I should go, but I’ll see you around, Sammy. Be careful.” With one last parting smile, you get into your car and drive away. Sammy watches you drive away and mentally scolds himself for not being brave enough to ask you out.
It’s a random Friday night, and Sammy finds himself on patrol with Nate and Ben. There’s nothing too crazy besides them having to get a few sloppy drunks in line. Sammy’s eyes scan to the entrance of the club, and he stops once he spots you walking out with your friends. He lets his eye run down your figure in the way that the front of the dress dips dangerously to show the outline of your breasts.
You look beautiful, and you’re practically glowing as you laugh loudly at something that one of your friends says. Your eyes scan your surroundings, and they automatically land on Sammy leaning against the patrol car.
Sammy sees you say something to your friends before you start to walk in his direction. By this point, Nate and Ben have noticed you approaching them. Nate nudges Sammy, “Aye, Bryant, there goes your lady.”
Sammy rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile that covers his face.
“Evening officers. Hi, neighbor,” You say, looking in Sammy’s direction.
“Hi, uh..you look really nice. Girls’ night out?”
“Bachelorette Party, actually. My best friend’s getting married next week,” You reply, briefly glancing back at the group of women, who wave at you before making obscene gestures. Sammy chuckles at their antics. Your friends use his laughter as an excuse to come over and antagonize you finally.
A woman with long faux locs and a sasha labelled “Bride” smirks while looking between you and Sammy. “Oh, so you must be the sexy neighbor that she won’t stop talking about.”
Your eyes widen, “Kamari!”
“Ooops, my bad. I’m a little tipsy officer, forget I said anything,” Kamari states before turning her gaze to Ben and Nate. “Hey, is it possible for you guys to handcuff me and put me in the back of the cop car?”
Your other friends laugh at Kamari’s suggestion, but truthfully, Ben and Nate are down to make her wish come true. You watch in amusement as Ben puts the cuffs around her wrists loosely as your other friend, Shay, takes pictures and videos of the moment.
You find that Sammy’s already looking at you, “Aren’t you gonna frisk me, Officer?”
Sammy smirks at the insinuation, “I don’t know, ma’am. Have you been a good girl or a bad girl tonight? I have to have reasonable cause for a search.”
You step closer and pretend to think it over, “I don’t know, Officer Bryant. I think I’ve been pretty bad tonight. I think you should cuff me and make sure that I’m not in possession of anything. You know, for the safety of the public and all?” You peer at him from beneath your lashes as you flash one of those dazzling smiles in his direction.
“How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?” He figures that it must be some sort of liquid courage if you’re openly flirting with him like this.
“Not a lot. I’m playing designated driver tonight, so that means that I’m completely sober and in my right mind to flirt with you,” You mutter as you reach out to lightly touch his shirt. Your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, and Sammy feels flush at having your hands on him.
From the side, Kamari stumbles, and you take a step back from Sammy. “I should get her home. It was nice seeing you, Sammy. Stay safe tonight.”
“Drive safely, sweetheart.”
He watches you walk away, the dress clinging to each curve of your body. You throw a fleeting glance over your shoulder and wink at him before turning around.
“She’s so into you, man. You gotta get in on that,” Ben suggests.
For the first time in a while, Sammy figures that it’s time to make his move.
12:20 AM.
That’s the precise time that Sammy makes it to his house. He briefly glances over to your house and clocks the fact that the lights are still on.
He walks into his house, which is silent except for the sounds of his dog, Cooper, snoring from the couch.
As Sammy showers, he’s suddenly hyper aware of his body and all of the different changes there. The slight pudge that used to sit over his pants is nonexistent. Even as he stands in the mirror and observes his jaw, which one lady stated “could cut through glass,” he just stares.
He starts to wonder if maybe Tammi wouldn’t have cheated on him if he looked like this. Was she turned off by his chubby cheeks or the feel of his stomach against hers when they had sex?
Then he thinks about you.
Never once during the times when he’d talked with you did you ever make him feel like he was disgusting. In fact, the only time that he ever felt wanted was when he was with you.
The realization is what gives him the confidence to finally walk across the pathway as he stands in front of your door nervously.
He readjusts his grip on the wine bottle as he raises his hand to knock.
He lowers his hand, “What are you doing, Bryant? She’s probably asleep. What? You bring wine and then what?”
He jumps as the door opens. You stand in front of him with a wide grin on your face, “Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you talking to yourself at my front door, Sammy?”
Sammy blushes under your gaze. He awkwardly rubs his hand through his hair, “How’d you know I was at your door?”
You take a small step forward and point to the side of the door, where a ring camera sits.
“I saw you on my camera. The motion detector went off, and then I just kind of watched you psych yourself up at the door,” You respond, laughing.
Sammy laughs right along with you.
“I’m sorry. That was weird. I should probably go.”
“Don’t be. It’s cute. Plus, you walked all this way, you might as well come in,” you states, leaning on the door. Frankly, it’s not like he walked far. Your house is literally only a few steps away, but implication is just far too sexy to resist.
Sammy follows behind you into your house, and he takes the chance to look around. You’ve changed things around since the last time that he’s been here. It’s warm, cozy, and completely you.
You navigate him towards the kitchen where you go to the cabinet to grab two glasses.
He removes the cork from the wine glass, and you blatantly stare at the flex of his muscles.
“Sorry if it’s not the good stuff,” He said, as he pours you both a glass.
“It’s fine. I’ve become all too familiar with cheap wine, and truthfully, I kind of like it,” you reply. You usher him into the living with as you both sit side by side. You pull your feet up to rest on the couch as you stare at Sammy.
“What brings you by this time of night, Officer Bryant?” You ask teasingly.
“ I wanted to see you.”
You smile, “I wanted to see you, too. I was hoping that you’d stop by.”
“You looked really beautiful tonight,” Sammy announces, eyes briefly flickering down to your bare legs.
“Thank you. You looked pretty hot in your uniform.”
He smiles bashfully, “Yeah? That’s seems to be the consensus among everyone these days. Guess they didn’t really like the way that I looked in the uniform back then. Nobody likes a chubby guy, you know?”
He tries to laugh at the end of the joke to take the sting away, but it still hurts. The insecurity of it all stillhurts.
You set your glass down the table before turning to look at him. He wants to smooth the frown out of your pretty face.
“Is that really what you think of yourself, Sammy? Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot like this, but I liked you when you had a little weight on you, too. You were fluffy.”
Sammy chuckles, “Fluffy? Like a bunny?”
“Yeah, like a bunny. You always looked like you were good at cuddling and like you could keep a girl warm on a cold night,” you explain, your expression darkening.
You scoot closer to him on the couch until your legs are touching his. You trail yours eyes across his form and suddenly, he just feels so naked under your gaze.
He finds himself leaning in closer to your face, but you stop him. You stand from the couch and hold your hand out to him, “Come on, I wanna try something.”
Sammy’s like a little puppy with how he willingly lets you lead him throughout your house. He eyes the various pictures frames that have you and your family in them. His heart is hammering against his chest as you both get closer to what he presumes is your bedroom.
It also doesn’t help that he can feel himself hardening in the grey sweatpants. You push the door open lightly as he finally catches a full view of your room.
The big bed sits neatly in the middle of the room, but what catches his eye more is the huge mirror that sits in front of the bed. Sammy’s mind goes to less innocent scenarios, such as you pleasuring yourself in front of the mirror.
You turn to face his as you both stand in front of the bed. “Is it okay if I touch you, Sammy?”
He nods, wide eyes seeking your approval.
You click your tongue, “No, baby, you’re an officer, you know how important consent is.”
He swallows the saliva that fills his mouth, “Yes, you can touch me. You can do whatever you want to me, doll.”
“Good because I wanna make you feel good tonight.” Your fingers reach out to lightly squeeze the bulge that peeks through the sweatpants. He jumps in anticipation.
Your hands grasp the edge of his shirt before you lift it above his head. The fabric falls carelessly to the floor. Sammy suddenly feels very shy under your gaze.
You pull his body to yours with the drawstring of his sweats. You peer up at him, “I want you to kiss me, Sammy.”
He doesn’t need much else after that as he lips descend upon yours. Sammy’s lips move across yours, and it feels like he’d devouring you. But truthfully, you don’t know how much, he’s been waiting to finally touch you.
You moan softly at the feel of his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the faint hint of mint on Sammy’s tastebuds. You move your hands up to cup his face, “You know how many hours I spent thinking about this face? Sammy, I’d literally cum to the thought of sitting on your face.”
You move your lips to the side and press a kiss to his cheek, “I was always happy whenever I’d get to see your sweet face in the morning.”
As expected, he blushes. You slide your hands from his face down to his stomach, which is now lean with abs and a visible v-line running down. Your hands grasp the side of his waist.
“I really liked your stomach.” Sammy’s mouth goes dry as he watches you to come to stand behind him. You turn his face to the mirror, “Eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch every single thing I’m doing to you.”
He watches you bite your lip through the mirror, “You wanna know what I fantasized about when it came to your stomach?”
“Tell me,” Sammy orders gruffly.
Your manicured hands slide down the length of his body before you dig your nails into his stomach.
“I used to think about you and me together. I thought about you laying your body atop of mine, and you thrusting away. But you wanna know what really turned me on? I couldn’t stop thinking about your belly rubbing up against mine. It didn’t turn me off at all. Means that you’re eating good. Can I make you feel good?”
“Please,” he whimpers, as he leans back in your hold.
You gently usher him to sit in the middle of the bed. Grasping the sides of his sweatpants, you pull them down as his dick slaps against his stomach.
You kneeling between Sammy’s legs, staring up at him all pretty.
“I wanna see you too,” Sammy said, softly.
You lean back to toss your shirt over your head. Sammy’s greeted with the sight of your beautiful breasts as the air starts to harden your nipples.
“You look beautiful,” Sammy states.
“Thank you, baby. So do you. Now let me make you feel good,” you tell him, to which he nods.
You take his length in your hands and slide your tongue across his tip to collect the precum dripping there.
Sammy shudders in your hold. Licking up the underside of his dick, you allow your glossed lips to cover his tip. Lifting up, you swirl your tongue around like you’re licking a lollipop.
“You taste so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.” Sammy jumps and moans loudly at the feel of you enveloping his full length into your mouth. He pulls your curly hair out of your face so that he can stare at you.
You look at the Sammy the entire time as you move your head up and down. When you move up again, you allow a large amount of saliva to trail over Sammy’s tip before slurping it back into your mouth.
“Baby…fuck…that feels so good,” Sammy moans, his face scrunching up in pleasure.
You moan around him at the praise and Sammy finds his hips lifting each time to meet your mouth. Quite frankly, you’re happy to see him prioritizing his own pleasure and wants. You know he deserves it after everything that Tammi put him through.
Sammy feels the creeping of the orgasm rising in his body before he can fully comprehend it. His mind feels frazzled as he moans unabashedly in the room. He tries to push you back a little, “Baby…”
But you already know what that means, and you’re not letting your man miss out having his pleasure. Hallowing your cheeks more, Sammy moans increase as you fully submerge yourself to the base of his length, pushing your nose into the ginger hairs at the base of his dick.
Stars burst beneath his eyes as his orgasm starts. He moans and whimpers as the ropes of cum leave him. You obediently drink him down and move up at the sheer amount of cum that floods your mouth.
With him now out of your mouth, you point his leaking dick at your chest as the white liquid paints your breasts like a canvas.
The last bit of Sammy’s white release trails lazily down the side of his dick. You catch the liquid before it can drop on the bed and bring it to your mouth. Sammy’s dick jumps at the sight of your wet mouth, along with your bare chest painted with him cum.
“Come here, sweetheart,” He orders.
You stand in front of him, bare and waiting. Sammy surprises you when he moves his face closer to your body and his tongue flicks out to swipe the cum away from your nipple. The ginger-haired man fully wraps his lips around your nipples as he sucks gently. Sammy repeats the action on your other breast before moving to lick the remaining remnants of his cum from your chest.
Once you’re cleaned up to his satisfaction, he connects his mouth to yours. You both kiss messily as the faint trace of him remains on your tongues.
Gently laying you down on the bed, Sammy hovers above you. He presses light kisses down the length of your body. He grabs your hips in his hands as he slides your sleep shorts down your legs and discard them on your floor.
“M’gonna make you feel good too, baby. For the next couple of days, all I want is the taste of you in my mouth,” He explains, laying down between your legs.
Kissing up your thighs, Sammy nips at your thighs before soothing the bites over with his tongue. Truthfully, he wants to mark you. He wants to leave this bedroom knowing that some part of him is still imprinted on your body.
Sammy pushes your legs back and is greeted with the sight of your glistening folds. Leaning down, he collects the slick that gathers at your entrance on his tongue and licks a long stripe towards your clit.
It seems like just from that small taste, it incites Sammy to fully bury his face into your pussy. You lean up on your elbows as you watch his head move back and forth.
Stuffing your hand into his curls, your jaw drops at the feel of the man eating you out like you were his last meal on Earth.
“Sammy…”You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. How could Tammi be this stupid and give an eater like Sammy up?
Admittedly, this is the first time that a man’s been able to bring you the edge so quickly just off of head alone. Sammy’s Bryant a dangerous man, and you’d definitely be willing to fight anyone before you gave up your best eater.
With one last suck to your clit, you’re exploding on Sammy’s tongue. He watches as your back arches from the bed. It brings a huge sense of pride to his chest at the fact that he’s making you feel so good.
You breathe heavily and laugh, “If I knew you were this good, I would have came to your house sooner.”
Sammy licks his lips, tasting the remaining juices on his face. “I think we both have a lot to make up for baby.”
Leaning up, you pull his lips to yours, “Well, we can start now.” You grasp his hardened dick in his hand, “I’d love to feel you inside me.”
Reaching over to the bedside drawer, Sammy pulls out a condom and slides it over his length.
“Yeah, baby, we got a lot to make up for.”
From that moment, you instantly become Sammy’s girl and there isn’t a thing that he won’t do for you. Sammy feels good about his relationship with you. For the first time in a while, he feels valued and less like a burden.
Knowing that you found him attractive in every single state sent a wave of flutters throughout his chest each time.
Naturally, the guys at the station teased him for getting a woman as beautiful as you. He’d heard his fair share of “You sure you can handle all that, Bryant?” But truthfully, Sammy had excelled at proving that he could handle you.
The man was practically manhandling you all throughout his house. He got off on seeing just how much he could make you cum. He always kept a perceptive eye on you as he liked watching you cum, and seeing how overwhelmed you got by the orgasm.
He liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good.
Even the first time that you’d let him go raw inside you, Sammy Bryant had literally turned you every way but loose.
You still didn’t see how Tammi could ever cheat on the man when he was putting it down like this.
Speaking of Sammy’s ex-wife, she’d started to become a rather bothersome nuisance. She’d heard around town that Sammy had started seeing a new woman. So imagine her surprise when she spots you and Sammy walking hand-in-hand in the grocery store with love sick smiles on your faces.
It’s also not lost on Tammi how good he looks. This wasn’t the same Sammy Bryant who’d divorced her months ago.
No, he actually looked happy with you.
She swallows down the sting of bitterness. As the saying goes, you never know what you have until it’s gone. And Tammi was surely recognizing that now.
Sammy gets off on Friday and heads home to take off his uniform. He’d already since logged his body cam back in at the station. He parks in front of his house and walks in, just as he smells food wafting through the home.
He smiles at the realization that you’re here and you’re cooking for him. He’d given you a key to his house pretty early on the relationship, and he didn’t regret it. As far as Sammy was concerned, he was serious about his relationship with you.
Sure, the sex was great, but there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t enjoy spending with you. He loved the fact that he was able to get to know you on a more deeper and intimate level.
He spots you stirring away at the stove. His eyes zero in on the pretty dress your wearing and how it rides up when you move.
Gently walking up behind you, Sammy wraps his arms around your waist.
“Evenin’ ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant with the LAPD. I’m here to discuss something serious with you, you might if I search your person for anything?” Sammy questions.
You smirk, you already know this is about to end with you cumming around Sammy. You turn the stove off as you turn your head slightly to the side, “Of course, Officer. May I ask what’s this about?”
“Well, ma’am, I have reasonable cause to suspect that you’re harboring something deadly on you. Now, do I have your consent to frisk you?”
You laugh lowly, which Sammy catches as he chuckles.
“I don’t know, Officer Bryant. Do you have a search warrant.?”
Sammy raises his eyebrows in amusement, “M’afraid I don’t ma’am. But I could take you down to the station and it’d be a lot longer. I think it’d be easier if you just consented here.” He trails his fingers down to the edges of your dress.
“Okay, Officer Bryant, you have my permission,” you respond.
Sammy navigates you away from the stove and to the the nearby counter. “Hands in front of you where I can see them, ma’am. Spread your legs for me.”
You follow Sammy’s orders as you spread your legs more. You can already feel the panties between your legs becoming wet with freakiness of it all.
Starting at your chest, Sammy gently pats his hands along your body. He gets to your breasts and cups them in his hands. You lean into his touch. Patting along your waist, Sammy moves his mouth close to your ear, “Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?”
“Mhmm..I’m always a good girl for you, Officer.” Sammy hums before kneeling behind you.
He trails his hands up your legs as he reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes the fabric over your hips and whistles at the sight of your panties clinging to your wet pussy.
“Now what do we have here, sweetheart? Is this getting you all hot and bothered?” Sammy asks, as he swipes his fingers along the damp center of your panties.
“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll make a deal with you. I got a little situation going on if you catch my drift. You help me out and I’ll let you go scot free,” Sammy suggests.
“Okay, Officer Bryant. We can do that,” You state, subtly waving your hips in his face. In response, Sammy pulls the wet material down your legs as he stuff it in the back of his pocket.
He practically salivates at seeing how wet you are.
Standing up behind you, Sammy unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough before guiding his tip to your entrance.
You bend over more as you arch your back. You and Sammy moan in unison as he slides into you.
“God baby, you feel so good,” he mutters against your shoulder. He has to pause due to how your warm walls encircle around him.
Pulling back lightly, Sammy thrusts forward, which makes you let out a soft moan. He starts a steady pace as he rocks in and out of you. The man looks down at his your pussy stretches around him, and at the white creaminess that coats the base of his dick.
You know Sammy’s watching. He’s always been a fan of looking at your bodies being connected. You start to thrust back as your ass bounces against his thrusts.
Sammy reaches around to close his hand around your throat as his movements increase. The loud sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen space. You and Sammy are so utterly lost in the moment that neither of you pays attention to the woman, who stands gobsmacked in the kitchen.
Tammi doesn’t know what she expected to find when she came back to her former house. All day, she’d talked herself up to come back to the house. She had said that she would tell Sammy that she’d forgotten something, then being the nice guy that he is, he’d let her in.
She expected that they talk, reminisce on the good old days before they’d talk about how much they missed each other. Them missing each other would lead to them kissing and then they’d go at each other like rabbits.
At least, that’s the scenario that Tammi planned in her head. However her plan was severely flawed from the jump. As soon as she had gotten to the house, she’d knocked and knocked. Not that you and Sammy would be able to hear over the sounds of your lovemaking.
So Tammi got desperate and used her old key, which has led her to the current moment. Having to watch her ex-husband fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do. Her eyes zero in on Sammy’s hand wrapped around your throat, and how much pleasure you seem to be in.
Tammi has to admit it to herself, Sammy’s always been a phenomenal lay and even better when it came to giving head. But as she watches him here with you, a large flare of envy creeps into her mind.
Here you were reaping all of the good benefits of Sammy. The parts of him that she had neglected.
With one last thrust, you and Sammy moan loudly as your mutual climaxes erupt. Sammy holds your body flush to his as you can feel the white spurts of cum shooting against your womb.
You laugh softly, “You keep cumming in me like this, Sammy, we’re gonna be picking out baby names.”
“Wouldn’t bother me, one bit, honey.”
You’re both startled at the sound of keys hitting the floor. You both look at the former Mrs. Bryant as she stands awkwardly in the doorway.
Sammy pulls his pants up as he smooths your dress down, “Tammi, what are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”
The blonde woman blushes in embarrassment, “I was coming by to talk and I knocked, but you weren’t answering.”
Her eyes flicker over to you, “I can see why now. You know, I always knew that you liked him. You’d look at him whenever he came out of the house. I guess you were just waiting on your chance to swoop in and steal him from me.”
Sammy scoffs, “Oh, come off of it, Tammi. Last I checked, you cheated on me, and we’re divorced so you can stop with the whole ‘woe is me’ bullshit.”
“I just wanted to talk, Sammy. You remember when we used to do that?”
“Yeah, I do. I always remember that you used to not cheat on me either, or maybe the fact that you got pregnant with his kid. God, Tammi, nothing that I ever did was ever gonna be enough for you,” Sammy states, running a hand through his hair. You place a reassuring hand on his back.
Tammi sees it. She also sees the way that Sammy’s body visibly relaxes in your hold. She isn’t dumb. She sees what’s going on here, and she swallows down the acidity as it crawls up her throat.
Sammy is in love with you.
It’s just as clear cut as it needs to be. There’s no chance of reconciliation for her and Sammy because she’d already lost his love to you.
Even with the way that she can see Sammy grasping your fingers between his, it solidifies the moment.
“I shouldn’t have came. I’m sorry, Sammy.”
She turns to leave the house until Sammy calls her name. She’s honestly expecting him to make some grand speech in front of you about how he would always love her and how he wants them to be friend.
But that doesn’t come.
Sammy holds his hand out, “I need my key back to my house.” Tammi’s eyes widen as she fishes the key from the key chain. She slides into Sammy’s hand and watches as he hands it over to you.
“Aren’t you at least gonna walk me out, Sammy?”
You roll your eyes as Sammy huffs in annoyance. He’s about to take a step forward until you stop him, “I’ll walk her out, baby.”
Sammy watches as you usher Tammi to the door. You both disappear around the corner. She turns to face you, “It won’t last with you two. Sammy and I have history together. He isn’t gonna throw it all away for some fling.”
You laugh, like actually downright laugh in her face. “Honey, was that for you or me? I seem to recall you threw all of your history with Sammy away for some fling. You even let him knock you up. You never deserved Sammy. He’s a great man, who you took for granted. But hey, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go fuck my man again.”
Before she can respond, you close the door in her face. You walk back into the kitchen where Sammy is standing.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know she still had a key. And for the record, you’re not just a fling to me. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.” He takes a second to pause, “I love you, sweetheart. I know it may be too soon to say this but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.”
That pretty smile that made Sammy fall for you covers your face. You step forward to cup his face in your hands, “I love you too, Sammy. And for the record, I like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.”
Sammy leans down to press his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, “Thank you for being here and loving me at every stage. There hasn’t been a moment where I had to wonder if I was worthy enough to be with you.”
Your eyes soften, “Sammy, I’ll always spend every moment reminding you of why you deserve the world.”
He smiles, “And I’ll make sure that I spend every moment making sure that I’m giving it to you.”
“Good. Now, are we eating or going for another round?”
Sammy laughs loudly, “Let’s eat, then I can show you all the ways that I love you.”
“I like the sound of that.”
End.
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A lil blurb inspired by my fave video: https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTS8nyPAP/
Rated: M
“Baby! I’m about to leave,” Cameron says as he walks out of your shared bedroom to go to practice.
“I’m in here,” you yell back from the kitchen, making him stop in his tracks.
As he follows the sound of your voice, he pauses and takes in the sight before him.
You’re bent over the kitchen counter in one of his hoodie and a pair of your booty shorts. Completely engrossed in your phone call, looking as fine as ever.
“That’s so crazy! No, he didn’t tell me that,” you exclaimed as you continued to snack on the chips.
He walks over to you, pressing a kiss to your forehead and wrapping his arms around your soft stomach.
“Imma be back in like two hours, bae. You'd better still look this sexy when I get back,” he whispered in your ear.
This earned him a playful smack to the chest and a chuckle, as you were still on the phone.
You offered him a kiss and leaned up to give him a soft peck on the lips. You turn back to your original position to finish your conversation.
Not being able to resist himself, Cameron lands a soft pat on your butt before heading out the door.
For some reason, that soft tap was very unsatisfying to you.
“Unh unh! I didn’t like that”
“What are you talking about?” Cam replies with a chuckle before swinging his head back in your direction.
“Don’t pat me on the back like I’m one of yo lil homeboys! Do it right,” you exclaimed, rolling your eyes and shaking your head.
Without a word, Cam walks back over to you, grabs you by the hips, and lands a hard smack on your plush ass. The slap being able to be heard through the entire apartment.
“Ouu-“This action makes you jump a little bit as you feel a wetness start to grow between your legs.
With that, Cam places another kiss on your lips before turning to the door.
You feel a heat reach your face as you bite your lip. “Ok, I’ll see you later, baby.”
When the door finally clicks shut, you lean yourself against the corner with a giant smirk on your lips, forgetting about your phone.
“Bitch!" your friend shouted. "Hello?! What the fuck just happened? Y'all are freaky as hell!"
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Idk if this is that good! But I had time this morning so I just decided to write sumn! Hope yall thinks it’s cute!
just found ANOTHER uninspired, non writing ass bitch on this god forsaken app! (first pic is the og) deleting the post and blocking me wont do shit you weirdo, you ain’t even ACKNOWLEDGE the evil ass shit you did! DONT RUN!!
WORD FOR WORD YALL. KYLIAN DONT EVEN TALK LIKE THAT, JUST WRITE YO OWN SHIT 💀
asked the thieving bitch bout it and now i’m blocked!… #nahdolly. yall make sure she ain’t snatch up none of yall shit because apparently she thought this was an easy lick!
i even asked the REAL author about it and they confirmed that it’s not their account either and the fic was indeed stolen.
idk why mfs keep playing like are you not fucking embarrassed??? if i wasn’t into basketball too and read other fics on here i would have never known that this fic was literally COMPLETELYYY stolen. like are you not fucking embarrassed? and then was in the comments telling mfs thank you like you wrote it! that’s a new level of mentally ill! 💀
the audacity of you @musialaslut …of course i’m blocked so the loser wont see this but i want yall to be aware of the weird shit going on.
"reader and joe's reconciliation 1000% should have taken longer and not been as "easy" as it was." wait YESSSSS, do you know how would you do it?
⠀⠀⠀⠀𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞 — 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧
a/n: i've talked about this before, but essentially showing more of the back and forth between joe and reader. his anger and hurt combatted with her hurt and pride. two steps forward. three steps back sort of thing.
words: 2k+
warnings: angst, disjointed, unfinished, unedited, non-proofread segments
note: this section stems from a scene where joe is watching callie alone for the first time and was my original plan for how he finds out reader gave baby girl his last name.
It’s when Joe catches a glimpse of her sparkly, pink crayon box that he sees Calista A. written in black sharpie in the corner, an old school method to make sure kids’ school stuff doesn’t get accidentally taken by another kid. He recognizes that, what he doesn’t recognize is what the A stands for.
Your last name doesn’t start with A.
“Callie.”
She continues to color, focused on staying in the lines, “yes?”
“What’s your last name, sweetie?”Joe knows he’s wrong, has to be wrong, because there’s no way in hell you’d be that bold. No way you’d do something so official, so binding and still keep him in the dark.
At that, she looks up and smiles, dimples on full display. “Anoa’i.” She says it, says it so perfectly, pronunciation and all. And he’s forever grateful for her continuance of explanation because it distracts her from the multitude of emotions he’s struggling to manage in that moment. “Mommy says it’s my daddy’s last name, that he wanted me to have it.” Her smile drops, sadness replacing the previous happiness. “I asked mommy why he doesn’t want to meet me, and she says it’s not cause I’m a bad girl, but….”
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You didn’t expect the meeting to go as long as it did, or maybe you expected to be able to sneak out sooner than you could. It was that damn Mrs. Johnson. She always had 50/11 questions that really didn’t need to be asked and required substantial answers to curb her curiosity.
As soon as you open the door, you’re immediately met with absolute silence. That gives you pause. Callie is never quiet, unless she’s sleeping. And there’s no way your little twin is sleeping before she sees that you’re home. Not quite sure if it’s a pending separation anxiety issue to watch for, Callie refuses to sleep unless she gets to either see you, if you’re coming home or at least talk to you if she’s spending the night. Right now, you just find it endearing and a testament to your closeness.
So, a little bit of anxiety builds when you don’t hear her call out for you and the patterning of her little feet. You bump the door shut with your hip and ensure to lock it before dropping your bags on the kitchen counter.
That’s when you see it.
Joe’s big body is sprawled out on your sofa, his head against the back of the sofa, soft snores leaving his mouth. And tucked into his side, small arm across his abdomen and head against his chest, Callie is fast asleep.
Scoffing quietly, you kick your heels off and tip toe to grab the remote to shut off the TV that’s stuck on the splash screen for Raya. Sitting on the edge of the coffee table, you take out your phone and snap a photo, unable to resist the opportunity to forever seal this moment with a photograph. And then you just take it in. Take in how in a matter of weeks, Callie has almost instantly bonded with Joe. How easily Joe has bonded with Callie.
Never have you known your sweet girl to be able to sleep without seeing or speaking to you in some capacity, even on her busiest days where she’s literally struggling to keep her eyes open but almost needs to see you to rest. But one look at her sleeping face, and you’ve never seen her with such a peaceful expression.
She trusts Joe.
Almost as much as she trusts you.
If not the same.
Emotion overcomes you. Is this what you’d been depriving her of? A beautiful relationship with the man who helped create her? All this time, you thought you’d spared her from the hurt and rejection you experienced from your own father. Now, you’re seeing that you’d maybe unintentionally created a different kind of pain for her.
You don’t realize your eyes are watering until your vision starts to blur, and it’s of course at the same time that Joe stirs in his sleep. Shit. Blotting your eyes to avoid being exposed for the vulnerable mess you are, you watch him come to, confusion on his handsome face.
“Hey.” He looks around and then down, face softening. “You guys must have had one hell of a time. She never goes to sleep without telling me goodnight. Ever.” You watch him lightly stroke her hair, clearly not wanting to disturb her. “I’m sorry I got in so late. My meeting—”
He cuts you off, finally looking back at you. “You don’t have to apologize for me spending time with my daughter.”
There’s a tightness to his voice, an edge, and you accept it, because it’s fair. He has a right to be irritated with you. You’re starting to accept that more and more. “Can you bring her to her room for me?”
He seems wary, so you assure, “don’t worry. She’s a heavy sleeper.” Bending down to pick up some of the dolls sprawled out across the floor, you send him a small smile. “Wonder where she gets that from.”
He chuckles and moves infinitely more cautiously than what’s necessary to stand up with her little body in his arms. He’ll learn that Calista could sleep through the rapture and the tribulation.
When he leaves for her bedroom, you get back to tidying. There’s not much to do, though you can tell Joe definitely didn’t task her with cleaning as they played, something you’ve been working to instill. Not that it’s super important. If he wants to spoil her, you won’t get in the way of that.
You’ve gotten in the way enough as it is.
Joe takes longer than what’s necessary to put a child to bed, but you make the active decision to leave him be. You know it’s probably because he’s dreading having to leave, knowing he won’t see her again for a couple weeks. It’s clearly a hard goodbye.
Finally pleased with the state of the living room, you plop down on one of the barstools and start removing the bobby pins holding up your high bun. You feel a pending headache and know you need to relieve your scalp of the tension by taking out the double hair tie you have to use to hold down your thick curls.
“Hey..”
Your head snaps in his direction, curls slapping against your face. “Hey.”
Joe has to catch himself. You look so goddamn beautiful without even trying, always have.
“You gave her my last name?” Silence. You should have known this would come up eventually. You just didn’t expect eventually to become a now. “So you can give her my last name, give her a Samoan middle name, but you can’t let me be a part of her life?”
Your eyes shut. You really don’t have the strength for this conversation right now. “Joe, I don’t want to argue with you.”
“Right. You don’t want anything to do with me, that’s fine."
“I’m sorry, okay? What do you want me to say? I thought—-I thought I was doing what was best.”
“Best for who, Y/N? Certainly not for her when you have her thinking I don’t want–”
“You know what? I’m really getting sick and tired of you acting like we weren’t in a fucked up situation and I made the decision to keep her from you when every was fine and dandy between us. You were marr—”
His head goes back, smiling bitterly. “God, how many times are you gonna say that? It’s not even relevant to this, Y/N.”
“How is it not relevant, Joe?” You can’t believe the words coming out of his mouth. “I’m sorry, was I supposed to show up at your door and show off my pregnant stomach to your wife?”
He raises his voice again, punching his fist into his hand. “This isn’t fucking about her! It’s about you and me and our daughter!”
“God, Joe, what the hell do you want me to do, huh? I’m sorry! How many times do you want me to say the same fucking thing? I did what I thought was best!”
“Bullshit. You did what was best for you.”
“Excuse me? What the hell did you just say?”
“You took the fucking easy way—”
“Easy? You think that was easy for me?
“I told you to leave because I loved you!” You finally snap, unable to hold it in any longer. It’s been building up, since he reentered your life, but truthfully, even before that. “I loved you so much that it fucking hurt me every time you’d leave me and go back to her. It hurt, Joe. All I wanted was to be with you, but you never chose me. You chose to keep me on the side, hidden like something you were ashamed of, and I couldn’t do it anymore.”
“It killed me to let you go, the first man I’ve ever actually really loved who also was unavailable.”
a/n: that last portion of her showing vulnerability was going to come at a later portion and precede the following segment (i.e. joe's response to her confession)
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a/n: this scene refers to the og lore in that joe and jadah didn't have a perfect marriage, but he was still in love with her when he met reader, thus the difficulty in picking or leaving one or the other.
“I never wanted to marry her, you know.”
Fuck. You knew this was coming, could feel the discomfort he experienced at having to wait all night to have this very conversation that’s now got you feeling uncomfortable.
“Joe…”
“Let me finish,” he asks, almost a plea. When you don’t say anything, he continues. “We met in high school, dated throughout college, and because of that, my family thought we should be together. Get married. In my heart, I always knew it wasn’t really what I wanted, but Samoan culture is very family oriented, and you know how much my family means to me.” Your back is still toward him, your hands submerged in the soapy water as you find another plate to wash. That doesn’t stop you from slowly nodding in acknowledgment. Joe’s family is always in the top 3 of his priority list. “I can’t tell you when I fell out of love with her, only that we’ve both become more distant over the years.” His voice takes on a sad tone, and you get the sense there’s something he’s leaving out, not out of deception but pain. You decide not to interrupt though, not to push. “ When we’re intimate, it’s because of a need, not a want. I…I do care about her, but I’m not in love with her. And I know she feels the same about me.”
There’s a question on the tip of your tongue, but you refuse to ask, refuse to be that woman. And thankfully, you don’t have to because he answers it for you.
“Divorce isn’t very popular in her family or mine, so she does her thing, and I do mine. It's an unspoken arrangement, I guess, and it’s worked for us.” A beat. “At least, it did.”
You pause in the middle of scrubbing a plate, knowing where he’s going but not wanting to tag along with him.
“Joe….” You gasp when he’s suddenly behind you, hands on your waist, strong body pressed up against your backside. “We can’t—”
“I love you,” he breathes your name, and your eyes flutter as his mouth drops against your neck. “You were never my mistress, never my whore, but my home.” Your body has a mind of its own, leaning back into his embrace even as your mind screams at you to push him away. To stop this now before it goes too far. Again. “Letting you walk away was one of the hardest things I’ve ever done, but you were right, you deserved better. But, I’ve thought of you every goddamn day since then.” Your hands drift from the water, reaching for a towel as his move across the span of your stomach, rubbing your belly. “There’s not one thing about you that I haven’t missed.”
“And when I saw that picture of you, saw Callie, I knew—”
“Joe…..” your eyes shut, an unconscious act probably intended to settle every bundle of nerve that’s going haywire right now.
“I love you.”
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a/n: some of this is familiar, i'm sure, as it's part of what ended up being the first smut scene. but originally, it takes place a few days after both reader and joe's confession. most likely after callie and reader attended one of his shows, and he just flew back with them.
The ride home is more quiet than the journey there, and that’s because you’re trying to balance this heavy battle between your head and your heart.
Your mind is all over the place. You’ve felt so conflicted since opening the door for Joe for the first time in almost five years. And you don’t regret it, far from it. Callie’s father is in her life. She has that relationship, that love with him.
That’s all you wanted, all you expected.
You didn’t expect for your feelings for Joe to resurface or his for you to be as strong as they clearly are.
It’s such a suffocating, overwhelming experience.
And at the same time, everything you’ve ever wanted.
He is everything you’ve ever wanted.
Walking into your apartment, Joe locks the door behind the two of you, always wanting to make sure you’re straight before he leaves. As he always does.
He brings his hands to your face, concerned, asking, “what’s wrong? Talk to me.”
Your eyes close, hand to his chest.
This is too hard, too painful, too difficult.
You can’t do it anymore.
“Fuck it.”
In a matter of seconds, your lips are on his and his hands are all over your body. It’s explosive, the both of you battling for dominance, Joe’s tongue circling around yours. You moan into his mouth, and he hikes you up on his waist.
He skillfully guides you to your bedroom only breaking the kiss when he places you on the floor in front of the bed. “Take off your clothes.”
Summary: Much to his delight, Jack is finally listed as a guardian at Nova’s daycare. He continues to grow his connection with Nova. He also get another chance of asking you on a date.
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Warning(s): flirting, a little dirty talk from Jack, but nothing too crazy, nightmares, nova gets a little scared
Lovergirlnote: Heyyy, so I was going to add the date to this chapter, but I really liked the end of this chapter, so I’m saving it for the next upload. Also, shout out to @a-true-janian-reply for the suggestion about Jack comforting Nova after a bad dream. As always, let me know what you think!♥️
Chapter VI: Jack Abbot, Emergency Contact
Jack casually tosses Nova in the air as she giggles loudly. Her loud squeals fill the living room before he catches her again and pretends to fly her around the living room.
“Look at that baby, we’re gonna have to make an emergency landing to mommy,” Jack whispers before making plane noises and navigating her over in your direction.
You open your arms wide and catch Nova as you snuggle her into your chest. She laughs loudly, “Mommy! Dada airplane!”
“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You and Daddy were playing airplanes. You were so brave,” you said, before plopping a large kiss on her chubby cheeks.
Jack plops down on the couch next to you and Nova as he leans over to give his little kiss on her cheek. She gladly accepts the love and affection that she’s receiving from you and Jack.
You turn your head in time to catch the soft smile on Jack’s lips, “What?”
He looks down shyly, “Nothing. It’s just, I’m the luckiest guy in the world. I get to be here with my best girls. Nothing could top this moment.”
You reach over to toy with his silver curls, “We’re happy to have you here, Jack. Seriously, I couldn’t imagine doing this with anyone else.”
You both look at each other for a moment before Jack leans in to press a kiss to your lips. He pecks your lips a few more times. You’re both interrupted by the sound of Nova clapping and giggling.
“Yay! Mama! Dada! Kiss,” she states, grinning excitedly at you and Jack. She looks between you and Jack and seems genuinely pleased with herself.
“Are you hungry, Nova?” You ask, setting her between you and Jack.
“Mhmm, mama, salmon,” Nova replies. You chuckle to yourself. Your baby would have an advanced palette at such a young age.
You glance at Jack, “You wanna stay for dinner?”
“Yeah, I’d like that a lot,” He responds, that same bright smile returning to his face as he plays with your fingers.
You gently tickle Nova’s side, to which she giggles, “Do you want Daddy to help us cook, lovebug?”
“Yes, Dada cook!”
She slides from the couch and walks to her toy chest to pull the small chef’s apron out of the box. Nova slides the little apron over her outfit and comes to stand in front of you and Jack.
“Dada, I cook!” She states proudly.
Cue Jack’s heart melting in his chest. “I see, babygirl. You look so cute! The best chef around.” Nova pulls on your and Jack’s hands to stand from the couch. She ushers you both into the kitchen as you pick her up.
You let Nova get the salmon from the fridge as she sets it on the counter. You set her on the counter as you move to grab the pan and seasonings.
Jack makes sure to stand close by to keep a steady hand on Nova, who hums happily from the counter.
As you clean and season the salmon, Jack can’t help but admire the scene in front of him. You turn to face him, “You’re supposed to be helping, daddy.”
He swallows roughly at the sound of the words leaving your lips. “You tell daddy where you need him, and I’m there, sweetheart.”
“You can cup up the broccoli florets with Nova. It’s her favorite part,” you comment, as you hand Nova her child-safe knife. It was hardly sharp and wouldn’t even be sharp enough to prick her finger.
Yet, Jack keeps a close eye on her regardless. His heart clenches at even the slightest thought of his baby getting hurt.
Nova sticks her tongue out slightly as she navigates the floret in front of her and brings the knife down to cut at it. The little knife slides effortlessly through the broccoli—a little crooked but a success nonetheless.
Nova holds the broccoli up in her little fingers, “Mama! Dada! I cut!”
You and Jack gasp in wonder before cheering and clapping. “Oh my goodness, lovebug, you’re doing so good!”
“We’re so proud of you, Nova. Our big girl,” Jack praises. Nova smiles widely at the mutual praise. You’d always tried to make it your mission to praise Nova at every step of the way and build her confidence up.
The last thing you want is for your baby girl to be hard on herself at a young age.
You, Jack, and Nova work effortlessly together as you search for the salmon. Jack works on peeling the potatoes before depositing them in the pot of boiling water.
As he passes you to dispose of the potato peels, he slides an arm around your waist and pulls you back into his chest. You chuckle and reach back to curl your fingers through his hair as he gently sways with you in his hold.
By now, Nova had decided that she had completed her tasks of cutting up broccoli, and she was dancing to Gracie’s Corner with Bun Bun.
You and Jack both watch her excitement and pure joy as she giggles.
“I hope she never loses that joy,” You tell Jack, who leans down to press a kiss on the side of your head. He looks at Nova, “She won’t. We’ll be here to make sure that she doesn’t. The world needs more joy like hers.”
It scares Jack to think of anyone possibly hurting his little girl. It’s only been a few months, and he’s already in protective dad mode. He never realized that it was possible to feel so much love in his heart for someone.
But as he looks at Nova and even at you, all he can feel is the love that he holds for you both.
It’s also not lost on him the pure domesticity of this moment with you. For a moment, he allows himself to envision a future ahead of him. You, him, and Nova. A ring on your finger….and maybe another baby.
Jack finds that he likes the fantasy more than he can acknowledge right now.
As he sits at the table having dinner with you and Nova, Jack realizes that he’s truly the luckiest man in the world, and he fears that nothing can top being here with his girls.
It’s one of those rare off days for Jack. Since he’s been in your and Nova’s lives, he’s been learning to slow down more so that he’s present with you both. He finds that there isn’t a moment that he wants to miss with you or Nova. He doesn’t want to miss any of her milestones, even if it’s just her drawing a picture.
He’d called you in the morning when he knew that you and Nova were getting ready to wish you both a good morning.
Even through her sleepiness, Nova still couldn’t contain her excitement at hearing Jack’s voice on the phone. He’d spoken to you during lunch while he casually lounged on the couch.
Jack has to admit to himself—it’s a lot more relaxing to not be in a rush and to have a moment to just sit and breathe. For the past few years, since the divorce, he’d thrown himself off the deep end on working countless shifts.
The police scanner that he often liked to listen to hadn’t been turned on in months since he had met you and Nova.
He really figured there was no use for the scanner, especially when he was spending most of his time with his girls.
Jack falls asleep on the couch with Bluey playing in the background. He’d actually found himself watching the show even when Nova wasn’t around. Quite surprisingly, the show taught a lot of valuable lessons, especially with it being geared toward kids.
He jumps at the sound of his phone buzzing from the table and moves to pick it up. Your picture pops up on the phone—one that he’d taken of you and Nova on one of your family outings.
He clicks the answer button and puts the phone to his ear, “Hey, sweetheart. Everything okay?”
“Hi, so I may have a little situation…” You start, to which Jack sits up straighter.
“Are you and Nova okay?” He asks, standing up from the couch to grab his keys.
“Oh no, it’s not anything too dire. My car is having some problems, but don’t worry, I’m at the shop. I need someone to go pick Nova up from the daycare. I would’ve asked Zara, but she’s working overtime this week at her job. Would you mind going to get her?” You ask, and Jack can hear the rise in your tone at having to ask him.
He lets out a sigh of relief at you and Nova being safe. “Yeah, honey, I can go get her. Do you want me to swing by the car place?”
“No, it’s fine. I actually know the mechanic, and he let me know that it’s nothing serious, so you don’t have to worry about him up-charging me either,” you explain with a slight laugh. It was cute that he was already being protective of you and Nova.
Jack nods, “Good. Don’t worry about anything, I’ll go pick Nova up and bring her here. If something else comes up, let me know, and I’ll come. Okay, baby?”
“Okay. Thank you, Jack. Really, you’ve been amazing,” you said.
“S’no problem. I’d do anything for you and Nova. Text me updates on your car and when you’re on the road.”
“I will. I’m gonna call Nova’s daycare to let them know you’re on your way to pick her up.”
You and Jack say your byes before he’s heading out the door to his truck. He checks the backseat where Nova’s car seat is. He pulls on the car seat multiple times and checks the seat belts to make sure that everything is attached.
As he drives to the daycare, a certain giddiness enters his chest at the fact that he’s getting to pick his baby up from daycare. That same goofy boyish smile works its way onto his face at the thought.
Jack parks his truck in front of the daycare and walks through the front door. He finds a girl with box braids sitting at the front desk, typing away at the computer. An older woman with silver hair stands next to her. They both look at him as he enters.
“Hi, welcome to Miss Sunshine’s. How can we help you?” The girl asks.
“Hi, I’m Jack Abbot. I’m here to pick up Nova,” He explains, fighting (and failing) to hide the smile that covers his face.
Both women look at each other before looking back at Jack in appreciation. The older woman smirks, “Huh, so you’re the new daddy?” She raises her eyebrows at the end of the question.
Jack blushes at the double meaning. He nods, “Yes ma’am, that’d be me.”
The older woman holds her hand out, “Berta Jones, but you can call me Ms. Berta. It’s nice to finally put a name to a face. Little Miss Nova can’t get enough of telling everyone about her Dada. You know, you’re a permanent fixture in her pictures now. She even makes it a point to let us know that it’s you in the picture.”
The tears sting at the back of Jack’s eyes. He swallows down the sob, but it’s clear by the way that his face softens that it hits him directly in the chest.
His little girl had fully adopted him in the lexicon of her mind. In her mind, he was Dad, and there was no confusion about it.
He shakes Ms. Berta’s hand and smiles.
“I’m glad to hear that. I love Nova a lot, so I’m honored to be a part of her life.”
Ms. Berta nods, seemingly pleased with his answer. She looks down at the girl, “Connie, why don’t you set Jack up a profile in the system and take his picture?”
“Yes, ma’am,” Connie responds, pulling up the form.
She hums lightly before looking up at him, “Okay, Mr. Abbot, what’s a good phone number and address for you?”
Jack recites the information as Connie types it in and reads it back to him. Little does he know that Ms. Berta watches the eagerness in his posture at being able to do this. Through her experience of being a daycare owner, she’d seen her fair share of fathers.
There were the ones who came to pick up their kids because their partners told them to. Those men were the ones who huffed and puffed like it was an inconvenience to pick up their own kids. There were the baby daddies, who were still navigating the highs and lows of fatherhood. But then there were men like Jack.
Men who actually took joy in the role of being a father. Even though Nova isn’t biologically his, Ms. Berta can say with full certainty that none of that matters to you. Nova is his through and through, and no one would be able to take that from him.
She knows he’s cut out for fatherhood by the way that he smiles brightly for the picture.
She glances at Jack, “We’re printing your badge out. That way, any time you need to come pick up Nova, you’d scan in and show whoever is at the front desk. Come on, I’ll take you back to Nova. She’s gonna be very happy to see you.”
She types a code into the door before opening it and ushering Jack through. He can see why you chose the place. There are multiple classrooms set with kids learning in them. He even spots a nursery with cribs where babies are sleeping.
Ms. Berta catches his inquiring gaze, “Have you ever imagined yourself being a father?”
“Yes, ma’am, I did. I thought about it a lot growing up. I just figured it was off the table for me, but Nova’s made me realize that it isn’t too late,” he explains, following behind her.
Soon, they’re standing in front of a door together. Jack peers through the window and spots Nova sitting with some other kids and playing with them. His heart melts as he takes in the sight of her building blocks and even shares them with the other kids.
Ms. Berta catches his look. “She’s a very sweet little girl. She’s always sharing and making sure everyone’s included. If someone is crying, she’s the first one hugging them.”
Jack chuckles, “That’s all her mom’s hard work. She’s been amazing at raising Nova.”
“Sounds like you really like her,” Ms. Berta comments, smirking at Jack.
He smiles in return, “Yeah, I like her a lot. She’s a beautiful and intelligent woman. I’d be crazy not to appreciate what I have.”
“Good answer. You ready to see your baby?”
Jack nods quickly. Ms. Berta opens the door and walks in, “Miss Nova, it looks like you have a very special guest here to pick you up.”
At the sound of her name, Nova looks up, and her eyes immediately flicker over to Jack. Both Jack and Ms. Berta watch as the little girl’s eyes widen in excitement and the grin that takes over her dimpled cheeks.
She stands from the ground and immediately starts running towards Jack, “Dada!!”
Jack bends down just in time to catch Nova in his arms. She throws her arms around his neck and hugs him tight, “Missed you, Dada.”
Jack hugs back equally as tight and kisses her cheek, “I missed you too, Princess. You look so pretty in your outfit. Did you pick this out or did mommy?”
“I did, Dada,” Nova states proudly.
Jack smiles, “That’s amazing, baby. You look so pretty. Now, mommy had some problems with her car, so Dada’s gonna take you home until mommy is done, okay?”
“Otay, Dada,” Nova replies, seemingly already on board with the plan.
“Miss Nova, do you want to show your daddy some of your work?” Ms. Berta asks.
Nova nods excitedly in Jack’s arms. He follows behind Ms. Berta until she reaches the folder with Nova’s name. As Jack scans through the folder, he’s truly impressed by the work that Nova’s doing even at one.
He flips to the next page and finds a picture that Nova has recently drawn. In the picture, there are three stick figures. The small stick figure is in the middle while two bigger stick figures hold hands with the smaller one.
Above, the small stick figure, Nova, has written “me.” Above the bigger ones, she’s written “mama” and “dada.” There’s a big heart above the three figures. Jack breathes deeply as the emotions start to hit him. His lip trembles slightly.
Nova looks up at him, “You, Dada.”
“Yeah, I see, lovebug. You did so good. I love it,” Jack states, discreetly wiping at his eyes.
Once he gathers Nova’s small backpack over his shoulder and she carries Bun Bun in her arms, he walks to the front desk to fully sign her out.
As he signs his name, he gets to the portion of the form that states, “Relationship to child,” and he gladly scribbles “Father” in the box.
“Alright, Mr. Abbot, you’re all set. Here’s your official badge!” Connie chirps as she slides the laminated piece of plastic over to him.
“Thank you,” He tells Connie and Ms. Berta.
“You’re welcome. Bye, Ms. Nova. We’ll see you tomorrow,” Ms. Berta calls.
Nova waves from Jack’s arms and bids them goodbye. When they get outside, Jack straps her down in her car seat. He checks the seatbelts multiple times before sighing in satisfaction.
He hands Nova his iPad and turns it on Bluey for the drive home. He’s already proactive enough to have a small pouch of Goldfish waiting for her, along with a sippy cup of apple juice.
He rounds the truck and gets in. Before he leaves the parking lot, he looks down at the badge that Connie gave him. The picture of him that was taken sits in the corner, along with the logo for Miss Sunshine’s.
It’s the information that makes him tear up.
Jack Abbot
Father of Nova LN
Phone number: (724)-129-1975
He wipes the tear as it falls. He was officially listed as Nova’s father in some capacity. He doesn’t take the fact lightly. It means the world.
When Jack arrives at his house, Nova is still humming happily to the Bluey theme song. By now, she’s finished her Goldfish. Jack dusts the small crumbs from her lap and lifts her into his arms.
He listens as she starts recounting her day to him. His phone buzzes from his pocket, and he checks it.
My Girl💕
Hey, my car’s all fixed now. I’m about to head to your house.
Jackie💗
Sounds good, baby.
Nova and I just got here. We’ll be waiting for you. Drive safely♥️
He kisses Nova’s cheek as he walks into the house. Setting her down gently, he kneels in front of her, “Hey, sweetie, you hungry?”
“Mhmm, chikey nuggies, Dada.”
Jack nods, “Okay, I got some Dino nuggies, you wanna help me put them on?”
Nova nods and slides from the couch to walk into the kitchen with Jack. She’s been to his house so much at this point that she’s memorized the layout just as well as your own apartment.
Jack picks her up once they reach the kitchen and grabs the nuggets from the freezer. He lets Nova help him with setting the nuggets on the baking sheet before they both slide them into the oven.
They both go back into the living room, where Nova walks to her toy box with Bun Bun. Jack glances over and finds her stacking blocks and talking to Bun Bun.
He settles on watching baseball.
Soon, he hears the sound of your car pulling into the driveway.
“Mommy’s here, Nova,” Jack announces.
Nova moves from her spot on the carpet and follows Jack to the door. “Mommy,” she chants on the way to the door.
As soon as he opens the door, Jack moves to the side so that Nova can walk out to you. She starts to scream in excitement upon seeing you.
“Mommy!”
Her little body crashes into yours as you pull her into your arms. “Hi, my pretty girl. Did you have a good day?”
“Yes, mama. Dada, pick me up.”
“He did, didn’t he? Were you happy to see Daddy there?”
“Yes!”
You carry her to the door where Jack is standing. He closes the door behind you, “I’m glad you’re here. Was everything okay?”
“Yeah, he said it was just one of my spark plugs. He’s one of my dad’s friends, so he cut me a family discount,” you explain.
You set Nova down as she walks to go sit back on the carpet to play with her toys. Jack turns to face you and pulls your body into his. You slide your arms over his shoulder, where you play with the curls at the nape of his neck.
“Thank you for picking her up today,” you said softly.
“S’no problem, sweetheart. I’d do anything for either of you,” he responds, pulling your body flush to his. Jack leans down to press his lips against yours. Your lips move together as he slides his arms around your waist. The tips of his fingers toy with the edge of your dress.
He pulls back and stares into your eyes, “God, you’re so beautiful, baby.”
“You think so? I’m really feeling the silver hair, Jack.” You lower your voice, “It’s turning me on a lot.”
Jack closes his eyes as the words hit him somewhere deep.
“Let me take you out this weekend. Just you and me. We can ask Zara to babysit, or I can ask Robby. I think he’s dying for his opportunity to spoil Nova.”
You chuckle, “Yeah, I’ll see if Zara’s free.”
“Good, I can’t wait.”
With that, he ushers you into the kitchen and checks on the chicken nuggets. He looks up at you, “You hungry? I have some leftover pasta that I can heat up for you.”
“Yeah, I’d like that. Thank you.”
You briefly glance back at Nova, who has managed to slide onto the couch and is now actively watching Bluey with Bun Bun sitting next to her.
You turn back to face Jack, who moves effortlessly through the kitchen to warm up the leftovers for you. You subtly clench your thighs together at how natural he takes on the role of providing for you and Nova.
You can’t help the way that your eyes trail over Jack’s figure. You hadn’t been intimate with someone since finding out about being pregnant with Nova. Your trusty vibrator has been taking care of your needs for the year.
However, since being with Jack, your body has been becoming more alive. Whenever he’d touch you or kiss you, you found yourself dreaming about it for days.
It didn’t help the fact that he kept looking at you like he wanted to devour you.
You weren’t ashamed to admit that you’d made yourself cum more times than you could count, at the thought of having sex with Jack.
He was the first man that you actually wanted to experience this with.
You’re unaware that Jack had caught you staring. He smirks and leans over the counter, you see something you like, honey?”
“Yeah, he’s a doctor. 5’9. Silver hair. Great biceps, and he’s amazing with my kid. You know anyone like that?”
Jack laughs softly, “Yeah, honey, I think I’m familiar with him. He told me that he’s equally obsessed with you. You wanna hear another secret about him?”
You shake your head, and Jack beckons you forward. He drops his voice to a low whisper, “He really likes you, honey. A lot, and he spends every single minute at work thinking about you. The way that you smile. Your laugh. Those curls on your head. And then he tries to stop them, but then his thoughts become a lot less innocent when it comes to you. He starts to think about how soft your lips are and how sweet you taste when he kisses you. He starts to wonder how sweet you’d taste in other areas.”
Jack licks his lips, and you can see his hazel eyes growing darker, “He also thinks about how pretty you’d look when you’re cumming. He bets that your moans would be so pretty, and you’d flood his mouth. He really wants to make you feel good, sweetheart.”
Your breath hitches in your chest as you can feel how wet your panties are between your legs.
This man was going to be the death of you.
Jack smirks at seeing how flustered and turned on you look, “I guess we can leave a pin in that till Friday. Food’s ready.”
He casually plates pasta for you and slides it over to you while plating Nova’s nuggets for her. He calls the little girl over and places her in the seat next to you.
He slides glasses of tea over to both of you, specifically putting Nova’s in her sippy cup.
He watches you and Nova munch on your meals and smiles in satisfaction. You look up from eating your pasta and cover your mouth, “You’re not gonna eat?”
Feeling bold, Jack looks down at the fork in your hand, “You mind if I get some of your pasta?”
You catch the teasing tone of his voice and laugh softly. “You want me to feed it to you?”
“Please, I’d hate for us to dirty any extra dishes,” Jack reasons.
“We’d definitely hate for that to happen. Less dishes and all is better,” you conclude.
You stab the fork in the pasta, making sure to get a good bite for Jack. You lift the fork to his mouth, while Jack slides his lips over the food. He keeps his eyes on you the entire time.
Good Lord, this man was trying to kill you.
At the conclusion of the meal, you and Jack wash dishes together while Nova sits on the counter next to you. She giggles loudly as Jack splashes bubbles in her direction.
He wipes his hands off and pulls her into his arms, “You wanna go watch Bluey, kiddo?”
“Yes, Dada.” You, Jack, and Nova all settle together in the living room, while he puts it on Bluey. Jack pulls you to sit next to him while he throws an arm across your shoulder. Nova settles herself down in your lap, but throws her little legs on Jack’s lap.
She’d gotten to the point where she felt that she needed to maintain some form of physical contact with you and Jack. Jack plays with your curls while keeping a hand on Nova. Not surprisingly, she falls asleep with her head curled into your stomach. She has the bottom of Jack’s shirt curled between her fingers.
He looks down at her softly, “You know they gave me a badge today at the daycare? They put ‘Jack Abbot, Nova’s father.”
You glance at him, “Was that okay?”
“Yeah, more than. I told you, I’m all in when it comes to you and Nova. I know she’s not biologically mine, but she’s a part of me now. From the moment, she decided to pick me that night, she became my little girl. Seeing them put it down in print today just felt real, you know?”
The light from the TV allows you to see the way that his eyes glisten. He blinks and a tears trails down his eye before you cup his cheek to wipe it away.
You turn his face to yours, “It is real, Jack. Nova picked you for a reason that night. Even after the hospital, she picked you. You were meant to be her dad. There hasn’t been a moment where I’ve had to doubt how much you care about her.”
“I care about you too, honey.”
“I know you do, Jack. I’ve never had to doubt that either.”
Jack moves carefully to not wake Nova and presses his lips to yours. You smile, “I should get her home.” Jack nods, but there’s a huge part of him that wants to ask you to stay.
After he helps you strap Nova in, he hugs your body close to his. “Text me when you both make it home, okay?”
“I will.”
You both kiss one last time before he watches you drive out of his neighborhood.
About twenty minutes later, his phone buzzes with a text from you.
My Girl💕
We made it home safely. Nova’s all tucked in.
Jackie💗
Is mommy all tucked in too?
My Girl💕
*image attached*
I’m all tucked in🙂↔️
Jack looks at the picture that you’ve sent him and the way that shirt hangs from your frame. He thinks you look like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Jackie💗
You’re killing me sweetheart.😩
My Girl💕
That’s the plan.
Get some rest, Dr. Abbot. You have lives to save and I refuse to be the reason you can’t focus
Thank you again for picking Nova up today
Jackie💗
Anytime, sweetheart
…and for the record, you’re always on my mind 24/7, and you’re never a distraction.
Goodnight baby♥️
My Girl💕
Goodnight, Jack🥹♥️
It’s Thursday.
Jack takes another sip from the stale coffee as it slightly burns the tip of his tongue. He leans against the desk, alongside Shen and Ellis.
Shen takes another sip from his Dunkin’ coffee, to which Jack gags in distain. “That thing can’t be healthy for you, John. It’s nothing but sugar.”
Shen rolls his eyes teasingly while taking another drag out of the straw, “Calm down, Jack. It’s good for my soul.”
Ellis chuckle from one of the computers as she finishes charting her note. They all revel in the calmness of the night as they all refuse to say the forbidden “Q-word” on shift. Though Jack thinks they’re just being superstitious, he definitely doesn’t want to test luck and say it either.
He feels his phone buzzing from his phone and he slides it from his scrub pants. There’s a message from you.
My Girl💕
Hey..so I know you may be busy, so feel free to ignore this if you are, but Nova had a really bad nightmare, and she’s crying a lot and asking for you. I told her that you’re at work, which only seemed to make her more upset. But if you’re free, could you give her a call?🫠
Jack frowns at his phone, which Ellis catches.
“Everything okay, boss?”
“Yeah, I’m gonna go make a call right now. My daughter just had a bad dream. You mind covering if anything comes up?”
Shen and Ellis both nod.
“We got it. Go check on your little girl,” Shen started, ushering his to the door. Little does Jack know, they all watch him as he walks out and lifts the phone to his ear.
Shen takes another sip of his coffee, “Ugh, it’s so cute seeing him like this. How long before he adopts her?”
“I’d give it about a year,” Ellis replies.
Outside in the ambulance bay, Jack navigates to a quiet corner and starts FaceTiming you. You pick up after the first ring, and Jack immediately notices the distressed look on your face.
“I’m sorry if you’re busy, Jack. She was really scared when I came into her room,” You said, rocking Nova in your arms.
She quietly cries into your chest. Jack feels his heart breaking at seeing his baby so scared.
“Baby, you don’t have to apologize. I’m never too busy for you or Nova. Call anytime,” Jack states, to which you nod.
You look down, “Nova…your daddy’s on the phone, lovebug.”
You hold the phone to her face so that she can see Jack. She pouts into the camera and her lip quivers, “Dada…”
“Hey, babygirl, what’s wrong? You had a bad dream?”
“Mhmm Dada, it was scary. Monster and Dada was gone,” Nova explains, her voice still shaky with tears.
“S’okay, baby. Daddy gets bad dreams too, but I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be right here to protect you okay?”
“Otay, Dada.” Nova said softly. Shen walks outside and catches the tail end of the conversation.
“Hey,” He calls out to Jack.
The other man turns to look at him, expecting to hear him say that there’s an incoming emergency.
“Why don’t you go ahead and take the rest of the night off? Go be with your kid. I know how scary it was for my kids when they get them, and it sounds like she needs you a lot,” Shen suggests, rocking lightly on his heels.
Jack is about to open his mouth to protest when Shen shakes his head, “It’s a dead zone tonight, Jack. Go home, we can hold down the fort until you get back.”
“Thanks, man.”
“Don’t mention it.” With that, Shen walks back inside the Pitt.
Jack looks back at his phone, “Nova, Daddy’s on his way over to be with you, okay sweetheart? I’ll be right there in a little bit.”
“Otay, Dada. Love you.”
“I love you too, baby,” Jack responds, just as you point the phone back to yourself.
“We’ll see you in a little bit. Please drive carefully, okay?” He can see the worry present in your eyes.
“I will, baby. I’ll be there soon.”
He ends the call and walks back in the hospital to go to his locker and grabs his backpack. He clocks out and is about to stop by the desk when everyone waves him off.
The drive to your apartment isn’t long. He takes the elevator up to your floor as he comes to stand in front of you door. He knocks lightly and hear the soft pitter patter of your feet as you open the door.
The large t-shirt covers your frame, along with the satin bonnet that contains your curls. Similarly to you, Nova wears a big t-shirt, a pull-up, and a small bonnet.
Upon seeing Jack, she immediately reaches out for him. Jack pulls her into his arms and she curls into his chest.
He kisses her covered hair and whispers in her ear, “It’s okay, babygirl. Daddy’s right here.” He starts rocking her in his arms and cooing at her softly.
You close the door behind Jack, as you take his backpack from his shoulder. He follows you into your bedroom, where you’ve set up Nova’s night light that illuminates stars across the room.
Toeing off his shoes, Jack stands in the middle of the room as Nova keeps his face buried in his neck.
You walk into the bedroom and stand in front of Jack, “Thank you for coming.”
“Anytime,” Jack affirms, leaning down to kiss you.
The three of you climb into your bed as Jack settles Nova into his arms. He gently pats her back as she sleepily gazes up and you and Jack.
“We’re right here, lovebug. We’re not going anywhere,” You tell her. You grab the stuffed rabbit from the side, “Look, Bun Bun’s even here.”
“Sleep in here, mama?” Nova asks.
“Yeah, lovebug, you can sleep in here tonight. Do you want us to read you a story?” She nods, while tucking Bun Bun beneath her arm.
You get up from the bed and go to the bookcase to grab, “Goodnight Moon.” You slide beneath the covers as you and Jack take turns reading the pages to Nova.
As the story continues, she blinks slower and slower until her breath finally evens out and her lashes flutter against her cheek.
Jack is gentle with setting her down between the two of you. He sticks Bun Bun beneath her arm before leaning down to kiss her cheek.
“Night, baby, Daddy loves you.”
He finds you staring at him when he looks up.
“You’re an amazing man, Jack.”
“Thank you. You’re an amazing mom.”
“Thank you,” you respond.
He stands from the bed and goes to grab his bag until you place a hand on his arm. “You don’t have to go, you can stay. Besides, it’s really late and I don’t feel comfortable with you driving back.”
Jack laughs softly, “S’okay, sweetheart. I’m usually driving back this late anyways.”
You shake your head and move to stand closer, “I want you to stay, Jack.” He looks at the definitive look in your eye and knows that he could never tell you no.
“Okay, I’ll stay. Do you want me on the couch?”
It’s your turn to laugh. “No, I want you in the bed with us. You’re more than welcome to go change in the bathroom.”
Jack suddenly becomes hyperaware of his prosthetic in the moment. He shifts on his feet and looks down for a second. You obviously catch the sudden mood shift.
“Is something wrong?”
“Yeah…it’s just..uh..I have a prosthetic. It’s from a long time ago when I was in the army. There was an accident but we don’t have to get into all of that. I should have mentioned it sooner, but if you’re not comfortable—“
You hold a hand up, “That doesn’t bother me, Jack. Prosthetic or not, you’re still you. You’re still Nova’s dad and you’re still the man that I’m falling for. However, I can make you feel more comfortable, just let me know.”
For a moment, Jack just stares at you. You can see his eyes softening even in the dimness of the room. He brings a hand up to cup your face, “Thank you, baby. Really, you don’t know how much it means to hear you say that.”
Jack’s been out of the dating scene for a while. He hasn’t had to have the conversation about his leg because the last woman who knew about it was his ex-wife. He’d always thought about if he started to date again, and how he would approach the conversation with his partner.
There was always this slight inkling of insecurity and fear or being rejected or pitied. But here in this moment, you hadn’t made him feel like either those things. He didn’t feel less than.
You made him feel whole.
“I’ll just go change in the bathroom and then I’ll take it off when I come back,” he explains.
You nod, “Okay, take your time. Feel free to use whatever you need.”
You walk back over to the bed and slide in beside Nova. Jack makes his way into the bathroom and changes into his spare t-shirt and boxers. He washes his face and brushes his teeth with one of your spare toothbrushes. He folds his scrubs neatly into his bag before walking back out into the bedroom.
You sit up upon seeing him and smile gently. He sits on the edge of the bed and starts the process of taking off his prosthetic.
You stand from the bed and enter the bathroom. You emerge with a warm towel in your hand and kneel to apply the clothe to the residual limb. You throw the towel into the dirty basket before walking back over to massage his leg.
Jack is about to stop you until he lets out a deep groan when you hit one of the spots that’s been aching.
You glance at him, “My grandfather was a veteran. He served in Vietnam. Lost his leg up to his knee. My cousins and I would take turns helping him with stuff like this when we stayed with him during the summer.”
Jack sighs in relief at the feel of your hands on him. After ten minutes, you finish your massage and you stand up in front of him. Jack pulls your face down to his as he claims your lips to his. You both kiss for a solid minute before you pull back.
Jack’s lips ghost against yours, “Thank you.”
“Anytime, handsome.”
You walk over to the other side of the bed just as Jack slides beneath the covers. Once you’re both settled, you stare at each other through the soft light from the night light.
You close your eyes and Jack can hear your breath even out. Soon, the sleepiness begins to tug at his own eyes.
He looks over you and Nova one last time.
Yeah, he’s definitely the luckiest guy in the world.
Music!Producer!Stack x Black!Fem!Singer!Reader ‧₊ ♪˚⊹
☆┇a taste of the story: You were having a hard time in the studio today. Things just weren't in your favor today, whether it was the flow or the lyrics. Something was missing, and you just couldn't figure it out..until your producer and boyfriend!Stack helps you alone in the isolated recording booth.
☆┇ingredients & calorie count: this late night sweet treat includes 3k+ word servings. has notes of mr. certifited eaterrrr, music!producer!Stack, black!fem!singer!reader, p in v, porn with a bit of plot, oral (fem receiving), unprotected smexy time. 18+ ,MINORS THIS IS NOT THE BAKERY FOR YOU! Ella’s Mai’s Song 10,000 hours!! all lyrics belong to Ella Mai
☆┇mika's notes: this is in fact a late-night sweet treat for my lovelies who are still up at 2 am!! tried my best with proofreading sorry for the wait, everyone. (this was supposeddddd to be a drabble but…here we are with 3k words) But hope y'all enjoy! dividers cred @cursed-carmine
The music has been playing in your ears for hours now. It's a familiar routine, you inside the isolated booth, headphones that rested against your ear, standing in front of the mic. Sheet music stand holds your printed, now it's not like you really needed them. You know the words by heart, but something isn't hitting the way you want it to. So maybe see the lyrics physically might help you figure out whatever the problem is.
You can't tell if it's your vocals, the beat, or the lyrics themselves, but something is completely off.
Through the double-paned glass that was in front of you, the luxurious control room, with its plush leather seats, top-notch recording equipment, and the walls that were decorated with a mix of your own plaques and favorite artists' records. Sitting on the other side of the glass are your manager, Ayesha, your assistant and close friend, Tia, and right in the middle, sat right in front of the soundboard is Elias, also known as Stack, your producer and boyfriend.
This was supposed to be a quick session, but it has dragged on for three hours now. Wearing a comfortable brown halter top and camo skirt with a double belt that laid low on your hips, with lots of thigh to show underneath, you shift on your feet, the frustration starting to cloud your mind. You hum to yourself, shaking your head murmuring, "Mmm, something ain't right." Usually, you’re entirely confident in your music, but this creative block is causing a stubborn stagnancy.
Now you being in the studio for hours wasn't something new, but you having trouble like this?? now this was something completely different.
Ayesha watched you through the glass as you hummed to yourself . She took note of how you were nodding your head to the beat, but pen in hand and scribbling on the paper that had your lyrics on them.
You were in the studio longer then expected due to something that was bothering you, and you couldn't even place what it was.
You couldn't put your finger on it.
Ayesha took a brief sip of her water as she sighed leaning back in the office chair, that made a slight screeching noise as she leans back. And Stack, oh Stack's eyes never left you, he saw the tension in your expression the uncertainty and doubt clouding your mind, as you shook your head scribbling more on the paper.
Before any of them could speak, your voice broke the silence in the room.
Turning back into the mic, you ask, "Can y'all isolate my vocals? I'll sing it real quick."
Outside the glass, Stack’s head tilts. He leans his elbows on the mixing desk, his fingers moving smoothly against the sliders to mute the backing track.
But as you begin to sing the lyrics raw, it still isn't working. It’s not what you want to hear, and you weren't…..feeling it??
"What do you think it is?" Ayesha asked aloud, to both Stack and Tia, they both knew what she was asking.
Tia shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head, completely stumped on what could be the problem, she thought the song was perfect and sounded good to her "I'm gonna keep it real i ain't got a clue in the world, i liked the song, but you know how she gets when she don't like somethin', it doesn't leave her mind until she fixes it,".
Stack hums agreeing, he knew how she gets in her head so quickly when it comes to her music, she gets like that because she cares deeply about it, he always knew that everything had a place for her and so once something seems outta place, you were the one to fix it.
He just wonders what you were thinking.
You let out a heavy groan, sucking your teeth, unaware of how intently Stack is watching you. He always catches the small things—the furrow of your eyebrows, the tension in your shoulders, the doubt in your eyes.
He twirls a pen between his fingers, his tongue rolling into his cheek as an idea forms. He knows exactly how to break through your frustration or whatever is going on in your head.
"Tia, Ayesha," Stack says, his tone low and calculated as he speaks to the room. "We haven't had our break yet." He briefly looks at you. "Looks like she needs one, and we could use one too. Why don't y'all step out for a bit so I can talk to her?"
Tia and Ayesha exchange a look, then glance back at him. "You sure?" Tia asks.
Stack nods, rubbing his hand along his goatee. "Positive. Y'all go on and grab some lunch. I know y'all were talkin about the new place on 5th, see what happenin' over there. I'll text y'all when we're finished here."
Tia looks at Stack and then you, "You want us to get y'all a lil somethin, heard they got some good fries there too," she offers.
Stacks waves her off "Nah, I'm straight, but you can probably get her something to eat,".
Ayesha gives him a warning look, "You betta make sure she's alright,"
Stacks nods without hesitation "Always,".
Ayesha sighs, pushing back her rolling chair with a slight squeak, and grabs her purse. Tia follows close behind, their distant murmurs fading as the studio door clicks shut.
Now, Stack leans back in his chair, his eyes entirely fixed on you.
You're still looking down at your lyric sheet, pen in hand, aggressively scratching out words and editing lines. The sudden sound of the heavy booth door opening snaps you out of your daze. Looking up, your shoulders instantly ease at the sight of him walking in. Elias stands there taking in your frustrated appearance, his white shirt clinging to his frame, every ridge of his muscles on display, and for a second, the stress of the track completely fades away.
You turn your head back to the sheet of lyrics.
"Elias, i don't know, how do i sound to you?" your head hangs low as you ask.
"You always sound good to me"
Stack's heart softens even more after he hears you call him 'Elias', it was a soft spot for him always. He walks up behind you, his hand on the music stand looking over your scribbles and notes you made on the paper as his hand slither around your waist.
"What's bothering you so much that it's got you writing liking chicken scratch on the lovely lyrics?" He asks with a smirk appearing on his face.
You sigh and shrug. "I don't know.. something ain't clicking, I'm just not feeling it,"
"I'm just….this never happens to me, you know?" you add.
Stack picks up the paper and looks at it, reading it as he paces the room, and he hums the beat to himself .
"How bout, you tell me what you like in the song and what you got going on in that head of yours?" he ask as he lightly taps your temple.
You look around the room, as you pull the one side of the headphones away from your ear.
"Ummm, I like the percussion on this track, also really like slow vibe on the one part that gives a little sensual vibe,". You begin to hum the song and go to the chorus that you love and sing.
"Why you always take so long to call me? Know I gotta wake up in the mornin'. You know every second adds up to a minute.
As you are singing Stack leaves the room heading back to the control room and standing right in front of the soundboard. He watches you, your eyes are closed and singing, he can see that you are easing into the music and then his finger moves against one of the sliders, slowing the tempo down just a little bit.
You like the way that sounds, so you continue.
You sing .
"Need 10,000 hours, We can be so in love, Don't stop, I'm counting them up.
Run the clock, I be counting them up.
We can be so in love.
You know every second adds up to a minute.
Need 10,000 hours
We can be so in love."
As you sing, Stack is adjusting the soundboard, so when you sing the lyrics "We could be so in love" it loops. Your voice is now a background vocal and looping. It sounds exactly what was missing .
A smile can't help but appear on your face as you sing. Before Stack walks back into the isolated room, he watches you as you finish singing and saves that track. You still sing to the music, and Stack walks up to you smiling.
“How does it sound now?" he asks, looking at you.
You smile as you take the headphones off and place them on his ears. Before he even hears the rest, his lips find yours, melting together. His hands immediately find your ass, as he listens to your voice singing to him
"Y/N, you sound so good" he pulls away breathlessly from the kiss.
He presses himself against you and you smile. Your lips dance together as his hand find the back of your head, bringing you closer to him.
"Hold on baby," he says pulling away ripping a needy moan from you. As he takes the headphones off and leaves the room.
He leaves the room and your panties are soaked, you stand there waiting and soon you hear your voice coming from the speakers of the isolated room.
The song you just sang, now playing throughout the room.
He walks back in with a erection that can't be ignored, but he caresses your cheek.
"Told you before to stop doubting yourself, ain't I?". He asks looking down at you.
"Y-Yes," you lean up to kiss him but he doesn't let you get the satisfaction just yet.
"You were stressin' and all I needed to hear was what you were fucking with and what you weren't, and I knew what to add once I heard it.” He kisses your neck, his wet lips sliding up your neck with little bites he leaves as he makes his way up to your ear and kisses it.
You can't help but let out a moan "Mmm, baby,".
Stack smiles against your ear, your hear a soft huff of air and shiver, "Now you just listen to yourself and how pretty you sound," he directs.
You take a sharp breath as he kisses your ear, and smiles.
As you kiss him, your soaked panties cling to your soppy pussy. You feel his fingers pull them to the side, toying with your sensitive clit, causing you to jolt in his arms.
He smirks something cocky as he watches you. He lives for how sensitive you are for him, how wet you are.
His hand slowly holds you, pressing you against the double glass-paned window. You kiss him before he pulls away and shows all the love to your chest, licking the part of skin that shows on your test and squeezing your nipples through your bra.
His eyes lock with yours, causing you to whimper as his other hand has remained busy on your clit. He kisses down your body, your breathing becomes heavy. He moves the material of your skirt and kisses the meat of your thighs. He then drags his tongue on your clothed pussy a couple of times. Your head leans back on the glass window pane.
" 'Lias- you ain't gotta-" you begin to say
"Shh, what i need you to do is it back and sing for me, go on and listen to your song and hit those high notes for me," Stack grins as he pushed your soaked panties to the side, giving your pussy kisses and licks before sliding your panties off.
His grabs your thigh, placing it on his shoulder as he begins to devour your pussy, full of tongue as his nose begins to rub your clit, your eyes widen and mouth agape as you hand supports the back of his head. "F-Fuck S-S-Eliass you—".
Stack smiles as his tongue delves into you. He groans as he hears you having trouble speaking, stumbling and stuttering over your words. Doesn't sound like much singing to him.
Your moans can't be helped from escaping you.
"Baby, I need more, please. I- could you please stop teasing!" you whine out, your hands caressing the back of his head.
Stack chuckles and hits your g spot one last time, leaving a drabble of spit and your juices smeared on his lips and your pussy. He slurps every bit, and he pulls away, standing to his feet as he hears your pleas.
"So damn, impatient. I ain't doing shit until I hear my pretty girl sing like I hear you on these fucking speakers. You got a voice of the angels, princess, and I wanna hear that." He rasps as his dick throbs in his pants.
You clear your throat, realizing he is serious. As he smiles, tilting his head, grabbing your hips and turning you to face the glass window, your hands immediately bracing on the cold glass and your breath panning on the window, fogging up just as you exhale.
And you begin to sing, the lyrics. Your voice oozing like honey in his ears. You are harmonizing with yourself. "I've been high and I've been low." He holds your hips, kissing your shoulder and neck as you continue. You feel the bass from the speakers in your chest, or maybe that was your heart racing because of how wet you were. You begin to find the rhythm of the music as if there wasn't a care in the world."But this time I know it's for sure." He watches you in the glass , his eyes taking in your figure, and feeling your ass, and soon his hands aren't on you. You
You hear a zzziiiipppp sound behind you. Stack fists himself behind you, tapping your leg, signaling for you to spread your legs wider . You continue singing."Cause I'm right where I belong, and we are only getting stronger. Feel's good to be down in my—!"
"Oooouuuu shiit—" You moan as your head leans on the glass, your breath fogging a spot on the window. Stack lined himself up with your soaked pussy so quickly you didn't even realize, and his thrust wasn’t so gentle; they had urgency and passion behind it.
"Fuuck!. You are everything, baby. Ain’t nobody doing it like you ain’t, that right?". He sinks into you again, causing your body to jolt to the window as Stack grips your hips. Your back arching, Stack looks down, looking down as his dick thrusts into you.
In and Out. In and Out. In and Out.
A constant pace, a relentless one.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. All for me, my pretty girl. Sing just for me." He grunts as he kisses your neck. Both of your senses were blown. Your music on a loop in the room, mic stand kicked on the floor. Hands everywhere, and Stack fucking you like there was no tomorrow as you throw your pussy back to him. Stack moaning and grunting in your ear as your head is leaned back on his shoulder, hand on the window, bracing and back arching.
"You sound really close, baby. You gonna come for me, ain't you?" Stack kisses your shoulder, the sound of your lovemaking, remixing with the music you just made in the studio.
Tears begin to prick into your eyelids as you whine. "Aaa-aa- I-I can't hold it anymore".
The wet slapping sounds coming from your pussy only grew as Stack continues, the material of your skirt flipped to your back. You cum, no longer able to hold it, as a moaning cry leaves your lips as your whole body convulses and locks. That doesn't cause Stack to pull back; in fact, it drives him even crazier.
Stack pulls your hips back as he is chasing your release with his own. His thrust pushes you forward to the glass. You use the glass as leverage, pushing your pussy back onto his dick, and you hear him moan. Stack cums with a groan , kissing your neck and sinking his teeth, leaving marks on your skin.
Stack fills you up, and some cum spurts onto the underside of your skirt, sinking into the material. You two catch your breath. As he pulls out slowly, smacking your ass, causing you to yelp, "Eliass!"
“Girl, stop all that," Stack chuckles, rubbing your ass softly and leading you to take a seat.
You both take a minute catching your breath as his arm wraps around you. You look at the glass closely. Squinting and smirking as you whisper, "Oh my god."
Stack looks at you as he is adjusting himself back into his pants, as he zipping his pants back up and catches his breath, "Oh my god, what, what are we whatin' about?" As he moves his head trying to match your eye line and see what you are seeing, a smirk that shows his dimples all too well appears on his face.
You try to stop him. "Don't start."
But you knew it was already done
Stacks smile is wide with pride, "Oh ho hoooo, I'm definitely taking a picture of this for keepsake, damn baby, I had your hand print like that.”
You roll your eyes, giggling at his foolish behavior, as he gets up and grabs his phone, snapping a picture at an angle for the lighting to be just right and.
Click. Click. Click.
A couple of shots were taken, and as he bends down, picking up the music stand and fallen lyrics, phone in hand, he can't help but smile as his eyes examine the picture closer.
"Hold up, I'm not gonna lie, this would make a dope ass cover for the album." He nods at the picture, already thinking of a way to edit it, if you agreed.
You can't help but roll your eyes, but now that you think of it, maybe you would.
A hand print of your love, where you make the music you love, isn't such a bad idea.
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A/N: It’s officially summer y’all! (I’ll be over it as soon as the weather stays above 85 where I’m at tbh 💀) Anyway Cameron won just like I knew he would lol but it was a close call with Ledger—don’t worry Ledger girlies I’ll still do that piece at some point too. Hope this little thing brings you some joy.
WARNINGS: Bossy!Cam, guess you can say this is OC-ish since reader has a name—not much physical descriptions besides hair being mentioned, minor background + career cited, language, comedy/unserious-ness, & references.
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He’s with a fan.
It was only a matter of time and no shape or form was Souline Delaroche bothered by that.
Gave her more time to stall after Cameron decided to dump this news on her as they sat across from each other, bellies stuffed with the itis swimming in her eyes.
Her back is against the wall like Brenda Meeks when she ducks behind the stone structure.
Phone out, starting up another TikTok and ignoring the whole: YoU’RE ACcUMuLAtiNG tOo MANy DrAFTS message, she holds the lens of her camera out along the edge of the wall, zooming in on Cameron standing, hands folding underneath his arms as he nodded along, grinning at whatever the supporter was saying to him.
Then she begins another clip, running her fingers through her invisible micro link install that came right out of her scalp, thick Prada shades perched up on type of her head, before suddenly remembering not to have her arm out too far now, angling her phone lens upwards to start talking, leaving only her hairline and brows in view.
She whispers over the soft jazz music that plays at this outdoor restaurant, “Tell me why thee FUCK, this man is trying to get me to workout when we’re on vacation? In St. Barts at that!”
Souline sighs, lifting the camera downwards to show her face again but she’s peeking around her to make sure Cameron is still busy, “Like? I’m confused. We just got here—two days ago but still. We relaxed the first day because we got here late. Then the day after? Man has a whole itinerary—which is fine because we love a man that can make plans but also? Why are you trying to do laps in the pool at six in the morning? And then think we’re gonna go on a hike by eight? This is what it’s like dating an athlete—now I understand mom. You married one in the nineties! S.O.S. And that’s on Rihanna, I swear to God.”
The crystal water from the view breezes by smelling of salt and light like floral that eases the brief stress from Souline. She flips the view to the turquoise waters and pastel colored buildings in the distance off to the right.
Slowly panning over to the left towards the dining area was a mistake.
The yelp she lets out is enough for her to realize she’s been caught.
“You done talkin’ shit so we can put this work in or what?” Cameron Cade stands by the edge of the wall, shoulder pressing into the stone as his eyes are set on his dramatic journalist of a girlfriend.
She stops recording.
“…and if I say no?”
Cameron puffs out a humorless laugh, “Then you don’t get that Prada bag that you’ve been eyeing for weeks—which I put on hold here this morning at that boutique we drove by and that Dior bag might just turn up missin’. Your choice.”
Souline’s nose crinkles in irritation when she peeks down at the exact Dior bag that’s hanging onto her wrist. She takes a deep inhale, shoving her phone back into her bag. Then she lifts her head meeting his challenging indigo-eyed stare, “I will not apologize for having an excellent breakfast.”
Cameron frowns.
“It was balanced. Sufficient. There’s benefits to exercising after devouring food, believe me when I say that, big back. You’ll be thanking me later since you’re missing out on Pilates this week.”
Souline’s mouth drops while she picks up on the teasing in his tone. A faint dimple appears on the side of his cheek as she steps towards him, finger pointed in his direction, “Did you just call me a linebacker, Cameron Samuel Cade?”
“Nah. Didn’t say all that,” Cameron rolls his eyes at the middle name drop as he meets her toe to toe, “Far from a body shamer baby. Love all that you are…but that doesn’t mean I’m not gonna be on your ass, especially when you’re on my team.”
Souline hated how much she liked hearing that.
Which was unfortunate.
It was making a perfectly reasonable argument much harder to win.
She keeps her chin up though, moving to step around Cameron but he simply matches with her, tossing his arm over her shoulder, and tucking her into his side.
It was all, “Slight work, I promise,” as they ride in the red Moke back to the Villa.
Cameron Cade was the only one looking like a bombshell—as if the concept of fatigue was foreign to him. While Souline lay on the mat, bare knees up swaying from side to side, folded hands pressed against her damp forehead, she fought hard to catch her breath.
It had to be over an hour of exercising.
Cameron’s definition of light exercise was completely different from Souline’s.
This was actually relaxing to him.
How sick!
She was used to thirty minute Cardio on her own every now and then. She’s also only been to Pilates with her sister and her friends once or twice—but that was THEIR thing.
Souline just wanted to try it out.
She even gave into the propaganda.
Now the Pilates reformer that Cameron actually set up back at her place was collecting dust if her sister wasn’t over taking full advantage of it.
She should have known better messing around with a dedicated athlete.
“C’mon, Soul. Up. We hitting the chest raises next.” Cameron calls out, dropping down from the pull-up machine.
Souline peeks over as Cameron is making his way over to her. Her heartbeat is in her ears as she slowly shakes her head.
“…I’m cool.”
“What?”
“I said…I don’t wanna be a gym baddie no more.” Souline pushes up onto her elbows and even that feels like a crime but her eyes sit on the shirtless 6’5 man standing over her, “The more I do these sessions with you? The heller the nah.”
Cameron blinks at her, leaning forward to smack at her calf, “I let you have your five minute break. Hydrate some more. Then get those dumbbells. I’m not playin’ with you.”
He turns his back but that doesn’t stop him from feeling Souline’s glare.
She scoffs and drops back down, head lolling around like a bad ass kid throwing a tantrum in store. Soul thinks she’s muttering to herself just as Future’s voice fades into a Don Toliver track, “…got me feelin’ like Chante Moore: just leave me alone, nee-ga.”
Cameron whips his head around, “Oh you a real comedian huh? Watch this.”
Being dragged by the ankles and tossed up into the air like Souline was suddenly on the cheerleading squad again (that she hated so bad) was insane work, truly.
Hanging over his shoulder like this was NOT it.
Low-key Souline was starting to wonder if Cameron had intentions of trying to kill her.
She would never voice this out loud since that’s a sensitive topic to even joke about—with the whole cult scandal thing but we can all keep a secret.
Right?
His large hand smacks right at her backside, made her hiss and consider jamming her elbow into the back of his head but since she was a considerate girlfriend, who was mindful of his concussions, she decided against that.
“Knock it the fuck off, Joe Jackson.”
“Aye now, don’t you ever compare me to that bitch.”
“Then act like you have some sense, Cam.” Souline bites back while said man starts to lower her back onto her feet, “We’ve been at this for two hours.”
Cam sucks his teeth at her and looks at his watch, “It’s only been forty-five minutes.”
Only?
“Of hell!”
“You a quitter?”
“Yup.” Souline nods her head obnoxiously, “I sure am!”
Cam snorts, “Aight then go. And have fun writing about me in your journal like Moesha.”
A flat look is immediately sent his way when he attempts to wave her off.
It’s like he sees what she’s imagining in her head before she even does it. Almost as if the old scar on his scalp tingles like a left in too long relaxer just before she lunges at him.
He could have stepped to the side but the last thing he wanted was for Souline to ever get hurt.
So he meets the force with a grunt.
Her shoulder is digging into his torso, he curls around her like he’s about to yell, “hut,” with a devilish smirk.
“There she is.”
Cameron Cade holds strong around her tugging, amusement taking over his body.
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Three hours later…after some much needed rest that Souline was actually right about…
Cameron manages to persuade Souline into another outing in town during the late June afternoon.
She’s passenger side beside him in the apple red Moze, glossed lip combo wrapped around the thin black plastic straw, lightly sipping on the fresh pressed juice from the smoothie bar Cam suggested they taste test.
He told her to pick one for him since the menu was only in French and she so happened to be fluent in it, while his mom ended up calling at the moment they were deciding. So he stepped out of line after Souline called out her hello’s to the woman, before Cameron moved to the side to chat with his mom privately.
“How’s everything going, baby? You guys having fun and staying out of trouble?” His mother asks but he already knows what she’s hinting at.
Cam almost smirks to himself at the memory of pushing Soul’s buttons at the villa’s gym to cushioning the back of her head in the steaming shower before her damp body met the slippery tile.
“As much good trouble that’s allowed, ma.”
The woman that gave him life warns, “Cameron Cade.”
Cameron laughs, sliding past that, “Wanna hear the latest about the ring?”
“Yes, Father God!”
“You sure?” He instigates.
“As sure as I am that my president will always be black.”
He grins.
Cam sadly left his, “Take A Hike!” Right in the cup holder after three sips.
“What’s wrong? You don’t like it. I thought it was fitting?” Souline geninuely questions.
With one hand on the wheel, Cam clears his throat, “These are juice cleanses. My stomach is talking and telling me I gotta take it slow. There’s definitely kale in that. I can tell.”
Souline’s mouth forms into a “o,” with a nod of her head until she breathes out a laugh.
It’s Cameron’s turn to send her a side eye.
“I know you’re not laughing.”
“I’m not. I swear.”
“Got you that bag and now you don’t know how to act.” Cameron sits up in the driver’s side then glances over at his girlfriend, “…Did you set me up?”
“What?!” Souline gasps, still laughing, “I would never, CC.”
Her fingers reach out to pinch his cheeks together, cooing.
Cameron stares over at her hard, for as long as he could until he turns back to the road, dodging his face from her hold, quietly wondering if he’s gonna make it.
His stomach was at an easy five but he wasn’t trying to discuss bowel movements right now.
“Do you want me to drive?” Souline offers.
“Did you poison my ass?”
“For an athlete, I thought you would be used to cleanses by now. You said you wanted a juice? So I picked just like you asked.”
“Couldn’t have selected one to boost my glow or help my muscles after back to back workouts?”
Souline knows exactly what other workout he was referring to.
She beams at him, “That’s what mine is.”
Cameron sucks his teeth as his stomach flips again when he fails to avoid a bump in the road, “Foul as hell. So we at war now?”
“No.” Souline rubs at his thigh in hopes of comforting him and making him see she wouldn’t be that petty after everything that went on today, “We’re on vacation.”
She sits back against the passenger chair, her thumb rubbing over Cameron’s knee cap as he caresses his own set jaw.
Her drink sits beside his, between them, a sigh leaving her as the wind whips all around them and inside the car.
“…appreciate the bag tho.”
He meets her stare, humor in her’s now as her hair floats all around her.
“You’re lucky we’re so locked in…otherwise we’d be beefing for the rest of our stay, that it might start some more rumors in the headlines.” Cameron tells her, she laughs moving to smack a glittery kiss against his cheek.
Just realized Father’s Day is this weekend and it made me think about how the next “Without You” chapter will have a time jump, therefore we won’t get to see Joe’s first Father’s Day. 🥲🥲🥲 Can we at least know what Reader and Callie did for him?
a/n: this ended up way longer than i anticipated....as per always. hope it delivers though, friend! 😭🫶🏼
Joe senses the differences before he can make out the specifics. The absence of Y/N's up under him, his tatted arm wrapped around your body, specifically your growing baby bump. The lack of your quiet, soft snoring that's increased since your pregnancy. Even your scent. The way you've lathered your body in rich cocoa butter for as long as he's known you, but especially with, again, your pregnancy.
It's all noted before he hears it. Hears the not so quiet "whispering" and slightly elevated sound of giggling. And then audio shifts to motion. A weight on the mattress that barely registers but is enough for someone as adept as himself to pick up on.
Joe has to force himself to keep his eyes shut and small smile on his face at a minimum. It's a growing, arduous task, however, as her giggling increases and he feels her little hands on his face. Messing with his hair. And it's when she gives a small tug at one of his curls that he realizes she's trying to snag his attention.
Mission accomplished.
He allows a few seconds to pass before Callie's giggles morph into a loud gasp and even louder laughter when he opens his eyes and grabs a hold of her. A mass of her voluminous, kinky, curly hair partially obscuring her smiling face when he turns over on his back, keeping her on top of him.
"Daddy!"
As Callie falls forward and wraps her arms around his neck, Joe takes a moment to soak it all in. To soak her in. And despite the way she holds him close and tight, it's the word that does it for him.
Daddy
Joe isn't sure he'll ever get over hearing it. Even when she types it, messaging him with her tablet, it's impossible for him to contain his smile. That warmth in his chest. His accomplishments career wise have cemented his place in the GOAT conversations and Hall of Fame.
But being a dad....that will be his legacy.
And it all started with her.
Callie lifts her head as he pushes her hair back, granting him a clear view of her adorable face and cheery grin. "I was sposed' to surprise you, daddy!"
He makes a sound and winks playfully. "Guess I surprised you, huh?"
"Nooooo," she whines. His smile deepens. She shakes her head, making his hand further intertwine in her hair, fingertips against her scalp. "That's not the plan, daddy!"
At that, Joe's eyes narrow lightly. "What plan?"
He watches her eyes go wide as she slaps her hand over her mouth. "Ummmm."
"Callie...."
But she's fast, sitting up and reaching for his hand that was in her hair. She starts to move back, pulling at him and groaning from the tremendous amount of effort she's exuding in a task she'll never complete. "Come on, daddy! You gotsa' get up!"
Joe rolls his eyes, eventually granting her request. Naturally, she's his shadow the minute he opens the bathroom door after pissing. Reaches for him to pick her up as he places her on the counter, her legs dangling as she goes on and on about one of her little shows while he completes the rest of his morning routine.
Waking up to Y/N being MIA already keyed him in that something was up, but it's the waking up to find his daughter in bed with him, trying and failing to wait for him to awake organically, that has him stumped.
He hopes you're not trying to surprise everyone with breakfast again. He really doesn't feel like hearing those damn smoke detectors.
But as Callie once again shows that she's your daughter, constantly looking back while holding his hand and guiding him through the house and to the kitchen, suspicion settles into something else.
Primarily when Callie breaks away and runs over to where Y/N stands in the middle of said kitchen with a smile on you pretty face, one hand on the small of your back and the other rubbing your pregnant belly. You're wearing one of his old Georgia Tech shirts that's stretched over your bump and a pair of his basketball shorts. A little thing, but something he loves.
That reminds him of back in the day when you would "sneak" and keep some of his clothes before he just stayed intentionally leaving them behind for you. It always felt like cementing his place in your life.
As Calista turns around, arms lifted up in celebration, he realizes she's wearing one of his merch shirts. "Surprise!"
A word that's never been more fitting.
Joe isn't sure where to look first or where to allow his eyes to settle long enough for him to grasp what he's seeing. The table filled with an array of his favorite breakfast items, including the steaming mug of coffee waiting for him at his seat at the head of the table. The multi colored balloons that read "Happy Father's Day" in a variety of manners. But it's the banner stretched across the top row of cabinets above the stove that takes the cake.
5 Days of Fatherhood
While he would guess you helped her with spelling, given lack of errors, he can see that it's in Callie's handwriting, which makes it that much more special.
It's all special though, truly.
Shocking and slightly confusing, too.
Hence the way he slowly steps forward, looking between you and your oldest. "What is all this?"
Y/N is visibly prepared to answer when Callie beats you to it. "It's for Father's Day, daddy! We gotsa' celebrate all the Father's Days!" While her answer is appreciated, it lacks the specifics required to wane Joe's confusion. He knows that Father's Day is this Sunday. It's something, if he's being honest, he's been more excited about than his own birthday that passed just about a month ago.
His first father's day. As a husband, too.
Nothing could beat that.
But it's when Callie shuffles over to the table and pulls off a sheet of paper that she lifts and hands to him when she runs back over that it finally hits him.
As he looks at the drawing that depicts himself and a small baby next to him with an arrow pointing to said baby that leads to a thought bubble.
Baby Me!
Attached with a paperclip is a photo of Callie as a baby. A newborn. She couldn't have been more than six months.
It's not everything, but it's enough for him to finally start to put the pieces together.
It's Wednesday. 5 days away from Father's Day. Callie just turned five. She doesn't want to just celebrate this Father's Day. She wants to celebrate all of the Father's Day that he's missed.
It's a puzzle finalized when you finally break your silence.
"I wanted to let her decide how we celebrate Father's Day, and this is what she chose." Y/N starts to walk over as Joe swallows back the emotion when Callie tugs on his shirt. He looks down at her.
She peers up at him with those big eyes that always remind him of o you. "You've always been my daddy." Her soft voice and the way it dips almost nervously at the end makes his stomach turn. "Right?"
Your hand on his arm as you stand beside him furthers the emotion that threatens to boil over. An immense amount of pride, joy, and happiness he's not sure he's ever felt before. At one point, this was all he wanted. Was to be a father. To have a family. But after devastating loss after loss, he'd just accepted that that wasn't in the cards for him. He'd accepted that it was never going to happen.
But he was wrong. So....so wrong.
And God, has he never been more fucking happy to be wrong. Joe reaches you the drawing and bends down just enough to pick up Callie. Once more, she moves her arms around his neck and holds him tight.
He closes his eyes and kisses her cheek. "Always, baby." A beat. "Always.
A/N: *sings* second time around! and until we learn more about Parker’s character…I always think it’s fun to come up with your own explorations just based off what we know—which is next to NOTHING! Anyway why wouldn’t I write something for her this month? 😉
PROMPTS ARE FROM HERE & I’m using: 3. I left my sadness on the screened-in porch + 7. prosecco nights and the poetry of almosts + 8. this is what healing sounds like in a sundress.
WARNINGS: Angst, family dynamics/background, Parker has a sister! since it finally clicked who Ayesha reminds me of I casted Aisha Dee as “Sky” in my head lol and because I really miss the bold type, language, & healthy convos?
Playlist while writing + what stood out: Brandy, “Wildest Dreams,” + Kelela, “Point Blank,” + Willow, “Talk on the Hill.” 💙
<- read my previous anthology prompt here.
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PROSECCO NIGHTS AND THE POETRY OF ALMOSTS…
Parker Ellis showed up to your families cookout late into the evening, just like unexpected news.
When most had their Tupperware filled up to the brim tucked underneath their arms, still chatting on your dad’s inherited property—after saying they were gonna head out sixteen times already, Parker showed up.
Parker’s auntie and woman who raised her, Fatimah, a well-poised woman who had been college friends with your own parents was still here, assisting in the clean-up even if it was after nine pm.
Parker had found you on the porch, off to the side of the back of the house, where, “Optimistic,” wasn’t playing as prominent and the night breeze whistled their own song through the closed in screen.
She paused at the sight of you, although your father already told her where she could find you, she took in the appearance of you. The profile, how you sat at ease, almost at a angle, in the cushioned wicker outdoor chair, one leg crossed over the other, which shined beautifully underneath the dim porch lights, that peeked out from the white ends of your sundress.
When Parker finally moved, the single step creaked underneath her weight. Her hand pauses at the door handle that she starts to pull closed, your eyes shifting to meet Parker’s.
Parker can visibly see you take an inhale at the sight of her too.
She doesn’t know how this is gonna go as she inches closer, picking up on the bubbles that sit at the top of your glass, before flicking her gaze to you. Her hands go into the pockets of her dark pants, gaze briefly staring out into the view of the backyard your father once ran around in with cousins as a young boy.
“Parker.” You address first, your eyes trailing over her frame before moving your gaze out towards the trees, so quickly that you don’t want Parker to see that you’re checking her over.
You’re mentally grasping that she still did in fact exist.
This was literally seeing an ex.
Just not a case of one—no Mýa.
It didn’t matter.
She could always feel your eyes.
Parker repeats your name back.
“What brings you by? I’m surprised you’re not working tonight.” You causally say, taking another sip of your favorite sparkling wine.
Parker shrugs, “Had the night off for once. There’s a big change coming around with my schedule soon—probably about to be a mid-shifter.”
You hum, “Nice.”
Parker blinks her view to you, “Nah. Think you’re just playing at it.”
Your eyes finally meet her’s as she continues standing. You feel your brows start to lightly furrow at her tone before your finger motions around your glass, “Oh, I don’t play games. You know that better than anyone. So why don’t you put your defenses down and sit next to me since you’re the one who came looking for me tonight.”
Parker scoffs, her tongue pushes against her bottom lip as she fights the urge to roll her eyes then…she sits.
You sip.
Parker is aware that you handle your drinks well but the gloss in your eyes is vulnerable…yet as pretty as a picture.
Pictures she still had even if it has been awhile.
“…you didn’t answer my question: What brings you by?”
You’re fishing and Parker understands.
She honestly doesn’t know why she’s here either. Didn’t miss how some of your family members that knew of her or even interacted at certain family functions pointed Parker out.
Parker Ellis did what she knew how to do best.
She kept it moving.
Parker clears her throat, hoping that it wasn’t so obvious that she was in fact staring.
A little too hard.
“Auntie-Ma told me she was here.” Parker tells slowly, referring to Ms. Fatimah, “…I thought about not coming since I’m not sure what type of situation I’d be stepping into but Sky told me to put my big girl boxers on and just do it—before she ditched me to go hang out with her fling of the month.”
You laughed.
Actually snorted at this information about Parker’s younger sister, Skyler, telling Parker to basically get it together. You still texted with Skyler every now and then, just checking in texts, wishing each other happy birthday’s and happy holidays—the usual. You were gonna be sister’s at one point in life. Officially…until you weren’t. And you also saw Ms. Fatimah around town a few times, always stopping to chat with a hug and saying, “hi,” to her in the background when she was hanging out with your step-mom and dad. It was as if things were normal.
Yet Parker was sitting across from you, nervous.
You can tell with the way she kept tapping her fingers against the arm of the chair and the way her leg slightly bounced.
Restless leg syndrome at its finest.
You almost offered her some ginger-ale and a stress ball.
“What’s this one’s name?” You quiz.
Parker turns her head quickly at that, her locs swinging with the motion, then silently realizes you’re referring to Sky’s relationship—not hers.
“Uh…after Athena the rest didn’t seem as important.” Parker puffs at a breath while you nod your head along—also once fond of your potential sister-in-law’s old girlfriend, “…think this one’s name is Kayden? K-pop? Something. Shit, I don’t know. I can’t keep up.”
A bubble of laughter rises in your throat.
“Well…she’s single. Free to do as she pleases.”
“Sure but at some point it gets old. She’s thirty.”
“And you’re pushing forty.” You argue, taking up for Skyler, who was always trying to find her way and Parker was just being the typical older sibling.
Parker quirks up her neat brows, “…Now why am I getting dragged?”
“When we met, you were in nothing but non-committed relationships.” You remind.
Parker pushes back, “Then I found something in you that completely changed my mind.”
“Yeah but…you didn’t choose me in the end.”
Parker sharply inhales at that and then her shoulders slump. She felt that. She shifts and buries her elbows into her knees now. At least that got her legs to stop bouncing around like a moth searching for a flame.
“I…take full responsibility for how we ended.” Parker sighs, almost glaring into the dim light before meeting your eyes, “I can’t apologize enough for it. It all probably started to sound like just words to you but...i mean it. I also can’t know if it was ever the right choice but it would have been selfish of me to go through with marriage when I had doubts about myself as a wife—not just as a partner.”
Your manicured finger taps at your scalp, carefully nodding, “I understand that now. Didn’t then. All I was focused on was the fact that you threw that on me three months before the wedding. How time felt wasted. I was hurt and angry. Incredibly angry. As fuck.” You breathe out a laugh, “Couldn’t picture a world without you in my future. As my wife. I really wanted that.”
And theres this grief that sits in Parker’s chest that—no amount of chest compressions could make it right. Make it stop.
“I did too.” Parker answers with a exhale, “Just didn’t think I’d be good at it for you. For us. At the time.”
Your head tilts as you really look at Parker.
Fears, goals, ambitions, all of it had been shared in your relationship plenty of times before. Her fears won the day she decided to call off the wedding. You felt so much all of the time that you couldn’t just continue on as if that wasn’t a big heartbreak. The silent treatment was heavy and anchoring, until you made your own decision to break that hold and leave.
Parker thought you would come back.
That you could work it out.
To fully talk it over but your anger said it all then.
“Maybe we did leap into it…but the love was always there.”
“Yeah…it was. Still is.” Parker trails off, a small smile playing on her lips as she silently reminisces about your time together.
Your laughter breaks through that, as you angle your body towards her now, elbow resting on the arm of the chair as you press your chin into your knuckles. There’s amusement in your glossy eyes as you stare over at Parker.
“Is this the part where you get down on your knees and profess your yearning undying love for me like this is a 90s r&b music video?”
Parker can’t help but to laugh too, that familar crinkle of humor appearing in the scrunch of her nose, “We both know I already got down on one knee before but I’d rather eat your great-uncle Earl’s nasty ass deviled eggs than embarrass myself in front of your people again, thanks.”
“Angie hid them before people could start talking,” You share, almost peeking over your shoulder as you mentioned your step-mom doing the honors, “The last thing we need is more roasting at these things but…at least I got a smile out of you instead of fighting words.”
Parker sits back into the outdoor chair, “I know how to act in public. I have sense. I am quite the professional—please act like you know about me.”
Your eyes immediately roll as you toss a napkin towards her, earning quiet chuckles from you both.
“So…” Parker starts.
You peer at her with the tilt of your head and with warning underneath your lashes, “Don’t tell me you’re about to be up in my business. Don’t do that.”
“What? I can’t have a relaxed conversation with you about your well-being?” Parker teases, “It’s not like i didnt remove myself from social media completely after ya know…things ended.”
“Don’t act like Sky or Ms. Fatimah don’t tell you things here and there.”
“What kind of things though?” Parker presses.
You laugh through your nostrils and suddenly get to your feet, “Nope.” Then you move around the table collecting up your things: empty glass of Prosecco, shades, your phone, and coach bag, “Not gonna do it.”
The corset portion of the sun dress keeps you more in tact than Parker’s crumbling curiosity.
She’s sitting on the edge of the chair now as you move, “Wait, hold up! I wasn’t trying to make you leave.”
You pause and turn your gaze to her’s, “You’re not…I just have other places to be. Just like you and anybody else on this planet. It’s not personal. Just a boundary. Hope you got some sort of closure tonight, Parker—if that was what you needed. Take care of yourself alright?”
THIS IS WHAT HEALING SOUNDS LIKE IN A SUNDRESS…
It was the genuine smile on your lips which matched your eyes that did it for Parker.
You caught her before Parker could even get the words out.
Before she could check up on what life had been like for you without her in it.
How your career in Special-Ed was going.
What side of town you lived on now.
Wondering who was loving you better than she could.
It’s clear you didn’t want to get into any of that and Parker had no option but to respect it.
So…
SHE LEFT HER SADNESS ON THE SCREENED-IN PORCH…
Once you were gone again and once she mustered up the energy to leave too.
The porch stood in its stillness.
The city carried on.
Somewhere in the house that Parker was once adjusted to, laughter and the clinking of dishes being put in place echoed through the windows behind her.
Life moved on without permission from either of you.
And as Parker finally stood, hands smoothing down her black pants, she heads out the back door instead.
In the opposite direction from you.
The screen door creaks and slams shut as Parker makes her way back to her car.
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