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30s. She/her/hers. Wife. Mom. Fangirl. Oh jeez I really love stuff Pro pic by @natendo_art

[mimosa-sex-tea-people-contrsf]

I always forget there are maga people on tumblr, this doesn’t feel like a website you’d find them on, so to keep them away:

Reblog if your blog is a maga free zone because if it wasn’t clear enough fuck ice, fuck maga, fuck Trump, Fuck Rowling, and fuck all the other bigots I missed

[bubblegumspacebxtch]

hey, jealousy

Pairing: Jack Abbot x doctor!reader

Summary: Not having seen you in a week has Jack on edge, and to add to his frustration, a certain doctor thinks he can touch what’s his

Warnings || smut, P in V, unprotected sex, implied age gap (Jack is 50 and reader is 30) oral (f!receiving), creampie, rough sex, daddy kink, jealous!Jack is a warning, inaccurate depiction of a hospital workplace

A/N: I had an itch that needed scratching so I wrote it myself. Hope ya’ll enjoy reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it!!

More Jack Abbot x doctor!reader here and here

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Jack had been in a mood for what felt like forever. Your schedules weren’t lining up so the last week or so had been just texts and short phone calls.

Being doctors, you both understood what was demanded of each other. Him as an ER attending and you as a pediatrician, work life balance wasn’t exactly something either of you excelled in.

But when things became official, bit by bit you’d drawn boundaries at work, now refusing to compromise time you could’ve spent with each other.

Still, duty calls, and for over a week, Jack hasn’t seen your face unless it was through a phone screen. Not being able to kiss or touch you in any way has made him an even bigger grouch.

Truth be told, he was loosing it. He’s exhausted and pent up to the point he’d consider giving up his other leg if it meant spending even a little time with you.

So when his rare day off finally comes along, he’s already making the trip to the pediatric ward. With your coffee on one hand and a small excited smile on his face, he wishes the elevator would go faster. He can’t waste even a second.

Jack is already planning the evening in his head. He’ll pick up a few steaks and cook it at his place, not forgetting to grab your favorite wine too. Maybe you’d watch a movie, but he’d probably feign interest because all he really wants to do is make out with you on his lap.

Jack is busy playing out scenarios in his head when he’s stopped dead in his tracks. At the end of the hall is you, hair in a loose bun, looking every bit as beautiful even with the fatigue weighing you down. But it’s not the sight of you that has him on pause, rather the hand that’s running up and down your arm.

That blonde pediatric surgeon you’ve introduced to him some time ago is offering you a smile that looks fond, but Jack knew better. He knew that behind those eyes was an attraction you were oblivious to. You offered a polite smile back, mind only half registering what your colleague was saying.

Almost as if you had a sixth sense specific to his presence, you had turned your head, bright smile instantaneous as you watched Jack walk closer to where you stood.

Taking a few steps to close the distance faster, you were quick to wrap your arms around him.

“Jackie…” you murmured as you slanted your head to bury your face in his embrace.

Standing there, finally having you in his arms, the animosity that had started creeping up his veins slowed to a stop, albeit momentarily. He pressed you harder against him, communicating his longing through the hug both of you clearly needed.

Only when an awkward cough came from behind, did you reluctantly release your boyfriend.

“Jack, you remember Dr. Adams.”

If looks could kill, lord knows Dr. Adams would’ve dropped dead on the sterile floor. Jack only offers a small nod of his head in reply.

“Ah Dr. Abbot. Nice to see you again. I was just telling Dr. L/N what a great job she’d been doing with-”

“I’m sure she did. My girl has always been amazing at what she does.”

Your eyebrows crease at that. While Jack has always been a fan of pet names, it’s the possessiveness in his tone that has you tilting your head.

“Well, that’s true. Just the other day, with her patient, she-”

“Actually, I did have something I needed her to look at downstairs. So if you don’t mind…”

Jack was quick to intertwine his fingers with yours, walking back to the elevator with you in tow, not sparing doctor blondie a second glance.

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“Ah- fuck, Jack it’s too much- god,”

Jack definitely missed this. You’re panting and whining as he sucks on your throbbing clit, fighting the urge to lock your thighs around his head.

It took him less than 10 minutes to drag you to his truck in the hospital parking lot and even less time to have you screaming his name.

“That’s it… my pretty baby, let me see you cum on daddy’s tongue”

His fingers have replaced his tongue, twisting them upward and curling them just right to hit that spot while his teeth lightly graze your sensitive clit.

“I-I, Jack! Please- Ah ‘m gonna cum” you squeal as he slaps your clit, sending shocks through your body, his stubble further adding to your overstimulation.

“C’mon pretty girl, let go for me,” his words have your muscles seizing up as you squirt into his awaiting mouth.

While he has you catching your breath, Jack is impatiently taking his pants off. You watch with wide eyes as he strokes his hard cock, tip an angry red, desperate to sink into your heat.

He’s gentle when he lifts you unto his lap, smiling softly at your flushed face as you settle your knees on either side of him.

Jack can’t wait for long, not when your soft hands have wrapped around his length, lifting your thighs up as you sink down on him slowly.

You let out a broken moan at the stretch of his cock. It’s been awhile, the frustration and impatience catching up to you as well.

More than a week without his touch and your pupils are dilating as you watch Jack throw his head back as you take him deeper inside.

“Fuck, there you go, my baby girl, so perfect, all mine” you mewl at his praise, wrapping your arms around his neck to stabilize yourself.

There’s a pool of your slick between the two of you as he rubs on your clit again with a rough thumb.

Jack bounces you softly at first, relishing in your little gasps as you adjust to his size. His length has always been a challenge, and your time apart makes him extra gentle with you despite the animalistic urge to lift you up and slam you back down his cock till he hits the very back of your insides.

He leans forward to suck and kiss your tits as you begin bouncing faster on his cock. He lifts one hand before landing a harsh smack on your ass.

“That’s it, baby… you’re so good to me, princess”

The pressure deep in your belly is overwhelming as Jack thrusts up to match your movements. The kiss you share is desperate and filthy. Your cries filling the small space.

“You going to cum for me? Yeah, baby c’mon- make a mess on my cock,”

That sends you over the edge. The absolute filth that comes out of Jack’s mouth is downright sinful. He has you shaking in his hold, coming hard for a second time.

Jack doesn’t take long after that. His hold on your waist is bruising as he keeps you rooted to the hilt while he cums inside you.

You’re breathing heavily as you collapse on his chest, your insides still warm from his release. Neither of you speak as you revel in the bliss of your orgasms.

Jack is planting soft kisses to your neck and shoulder when you finally find your voice.

“This was what you wanted to show me?” You teased. “The backseat of your truck? For you to fuck me in?”

Jack grumbles as you giggle.

“I was gonna invite you over to my place. Cook you dinner, ya know? Just wanted to spend time with my girl” he whispered the last part as he nuzzled into your neck

“I was gonna wait for you till your shift ended but then doctor Ken had his hands all over you” Jack continued.

“Doctor Ken?”

“That Ken doll looking, blonde idiot”

“Oh my god… are you,” Jack groans and hides his face deeper in your neck.

“You’re jealous of Dr. Adams?” Your tone carries your amusement at the situation.

“He’s obviously into you,” Jack whines. “Looking at you with hearts in his eyes, all lovey dovey and shit”

You’re laughing harder now, relishing in the way Jack is blushing at your delight.

“You know you have nothing to worry about right?” You pull Jack’s head back so he’s looking into your eyes.

“Dr. Adams is just a colleague, if anything, him acting that way towards me knowing I have you just makes me want to set the record straight with him.”

“You sure I can’t just punch him?”

“Dr. Abbot!” You gasp. “That’s no way to treat the other doctors,” Your face gives way to a teasing smile.

“Doctors aren’t supposed to fuck each other on the job either but that’s never stopped us”

You slap his chest at the crude remark and Jack can only laugh at your embarrassment.

“Your shift ends in a few minutes so I think we can go straight to my place, sweetheart”

“At least let me get my things before we leave”

“Mmmm you’re gonna walk back to peds and say goodbye to doctor blondie while my cum drips out of you? That’s so fucking hot, I-”

“Jackie!”

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A/N: Jack Abbot can get it any day idfc we ride that shit till dawn

[mayraki]

THAT’S IT???????????? THAT WAS THE SEASON FINALE????????

[lifeofapittgirl]

TOO MUCH TALKING

Spoilers below

they could have given us the ENTIRE BATTLE like in the book and no stupid peace treaty

No getting stabbed in the ass (even though it’s a great fuck you to being a homophobe)

Fuck putting the children up to the posts (that wasn’t necessary, most of the people that watch now are old GOT viewers who now have children come on)

What’s up with this whole killing the high septon shit?

What I DID like was the meet up in Harenhal!

IM ALIIIIVE!

[autisticlittleguy]

"Grace Ryland is Rocky's dog" is such a funny fucking dynamic when you think about it

Eridians are further behind than humans technologically right? They dont have computers, relativity, quantum mechanics, etc. In fact, Eridians probably dont even know about the Big Bang because their atmosphere would filter out most of the cosmic microwave background radiation we use to detect it. On a human timeline, theyre anywhere between like early-mid 20th century. Rocky's basically a cosmonaut.

So the human civilization is pretty advanced from Rocky's perspective. Rationally he understands this. On a conceptual level he knows this to be true.

But at the same time... imagine youre one of the first ever cosmonauts to make it into space. Then you meet a 10 year old alien dog who cant do 2+2 without pulling out its calculator. It forgets everything constantly and has to keep notes everywhere, like it basically lives in Memento (2000). Also if it doesnt nap constantly it gets even stupider. And you somehow has to reconcile this with the fact that this dog has a better understanding of physics than your entire civilization does. Like the dog knows how the universe started.

[bulkhummus]

based off of this post

[tadpole-art]

Landscaping

[lifeofapittgirl]

I love that they’re SINGING

[lifeofapittgirl]

So I’m watching moon knight and While Ethan Hawke is fabulous…I can’t help but think that Shawn Hatosy would have been really perfect for this part.

Anyone else thinking the same?

[helvyeah1]

bring your kid to work day

[jakewearys]

[voidsagent]

happy 4th to my sweet jack abbot !! hope your shift is less crazy than last year. HOOAH !! <3

[billynohouse]

Posted this one already on my twitter its not letting me post the png so i took a screenshot!! Be sure to check out my twitter

[targaryensource]

caraxes and syrax snuggling each other <3

[mariasont]

YOUR BOARDING PASS HAS ARRIVED!

reblog to get your passport stamped!

this is part of my 2 year celebration: maria's summer in santorini 𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ to learn more, click here!

MARIA'S SUMMER IN SANTORINI MASTERLIST

[leahbear30]

This Author has come to bear news regarding the marriage mart, Miss Samira Mohan and Dr Jack Abbot are engaged to be wed! Through whisperings of the ton, it is apparent the proposal took place during their recent promenade.

[mariasont]

SHED SOME LIGHT ON ME ⋆˚✿˖°

pope goes to smurf's house only to find you playing dress-up in lingerie

bet u wanna MEET THE READER! ── .✦ °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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PAIRING pope cody x bunny!reader

WARNING 18+ MDNI explicit language, sexual tension, male-gaze objectification, lingerie/revealing clothing, voyeuristic framing, possessive behavior, jealous pope, power imbalance (age & authority), internal monologue with some violent thoughts, smurf's coercive caretaking, family dysfunction/toxic dynamics, obsessive attraction

WC 2k

Well, that sucked. 

By the time Pope gets back, the rush has leeched out, leaving only that deep-kernel ache that seats itself behind his eyes and chews on the hinges of his knees.

Two straight hours of Craig’s bullshit. Handling one of his messes: steal a box truck, ditch it by the frontage weeds, ferry a duffel that sloshes like loose change in hell.

And that kid — peach-fuzz jaw, barely old enough to drive, hands rattling on the wheel — kept chirping, They get the plate? You think the cops got the plate? Until Pope finally told him to Shut the fuck up. 

It should’ve been simple. And it was. But now his shoulders have ratcheted up to his ears, boots scraped with dried roadside clay, and something electric still zings along the wire of his veins, buzzing rest right out of reach even while his muscles sag for it. 

He ought to drive to his own apartment. Strip, shower, face-plant into bed. Instead, he hooks the wheel into Smurf’s driveway, jaw hooking and unhooking as the tires snap and grind.

His place has felt wrong lately. Like stepping into a church long after the candles are snuffed, all the heat siphoned off, air too neat, too unlived-in.

He skips the confession that he knew you’d be here tonight.

You’d told him earlier you were going over to Smurf’s after dinner, helping finish month-end paperwork for one of the Cody businesses because half the receipts were missing, the books didn’t match, and Smurf liked having someone patient enough to untangle the mess without asking too many questions. 

Pope kills the engine and sits there for a second, both fists locked on the wheel, eyes tracking the jaundiced porch light as if it might blink out. 

The notion of finding you perched on the counter, hair pulled back, tongue caught between your teeth while you tame Smurf’s math brings him a molecule of relief. 

Maybe if he can stand close enough, let that warmth bleed off you and into him, that static in his body will finally ebb.

But when he steps inside the kitchen he doesn’t find you there.

Instead the room is empty except for a lamp left on and a stack of folders spread across the island. 

He’s halfway to calling your name when your voice drifts down the hallway.

“No, I don’t know if this one fits right.” A heartbeat of silence, Smurf’s gravelly reply lost in drywall, then you again, soft and rueful: “It’s weird in the shoulders.”

His boots are already angling down the hall before the thought finishes forming. A prickle climbs the back of his neck. Pre-impact warning, he thinks.

He rounds the doorway and when he sees you, the whole room seems to swim in distorted colors.

Every sane impulse collapses into a pinhole centered on you. Balance? Shot. Vision? Down to one shaky frame. All he can do is absorb the hit and pray his face doesn’t show it.

You’re standing barefoot in the glow of Smurf’s vanity lights, one arm over your chest, gigglinh a little while Smurf fusses with the back clasp of a dove-gray lingerie set that leaves most of your spine exposed.

Lace webs your hips, throwing sparks of silver thread catching every twitch of light, sketching a glittered arrow that drags Pope’s gaze downward before he can marshal a single thought. 

His palms twitch, desperate to chart every raw continent of skin in front of him. He’s never seen this much of you outside a bathing suit.

His zipper strains as his cock twitches in his jeans.

And still he’s motionless, swallowing hard, worship curdling into something closer to panic because if you turn and see what’s in his eyes, you’ll know things he’s barely admitted to himself.

You twist, a startled little oh hitching out as gravity helps sink the lace a fraction to frame your breasts in shadowed leafwork.

Pope’s eyes bite down, brutal and starving, then wrenches upward to your face, forcing itself past you to Smurf.

She waits with that fox-like smile, the one that says she laid the snare hours ago and knew exactly which wolf would step into it. 

“What the fuck is this?” he barks.

“Langauge.” Smurf reminds, tapping your hip like you’re a showroom dummy.

“You got her parading around like that in the middle of the house?”

“She’s not parading,” Smurf corrects. “We were having fun.”

You hunch your shoulders like a breeze just cut through, never mind that the motion only lofts your chest higher in the fabric, and offer him a sheepish half-smile. 

“Smurf was just helping me pick out some… stuff,” you say, as if the word covers feathers and dynamite alike.

Stuff. Harmless, cute, nothing to see. At least that’s the story you seem to be trying to sell. 

What use do you have for lingerie? Especially the kind that looks like sin stitched up?

A boyfriend? Somebody you’re texting while he’s too busy mopping up Craig’s mistakes to notice? Far as he knows you’re not seeing anyone, but the idea of that sweetness wrapped up for anyone else pours molten lead straight into his head. 

“You don’t need —” he falters, fingers flexing like they might crumple the air — “stuff like that.”

He knows it’s a selfish claim. The idea that lingerie is pointless unless he is the one unhooking it, unless his mouth is the one to learn every inch of you that the fabric covers. Anything that decadent belongs behind a door he locks, the key warm in his fist, an invitation meant for him alone. 

Smurf lifts a single painted brow. “Need’s got nothin’ to do with it, baby. A girl gets to feel pretty just because.”

Pope scoffs. 

“She’s already plenty pretty —” His eyes flick to you. “ — you’re already… you’re fine without all this.” He swings his glare back to Smurf. “Whatever game this is, it’s not what you hired her for. Cut it out.” 

You wet your lips, nervously looking between the two Codys. “Pope, it’s okay.”

His name, or the semblance of it (he’s not sure you even know his real name at this point), from your lips while you’re dressed like this feels like blasphemy.

In an instant he’s seeing the bodysuit rolled down slow, edges snagging on goose-bumped thighs while you try to stay modest, him kissing away the apologies that rise in your throat, laying you back across the vanity bench so he can have his way with you. 

Sweat beads at his hairline. He pinches his nose, swallows broken glass. “Go put somethin’ else on.”

“Don’t bark orders at her,” Smurf chides, the words lazy.

He pretends he didn’t hear her; only when his eyes meet yours do they soften, apology threaded through the glare. “Go on, please.”

You nod at that and hurry back down the hall. Pope’s body tilts to follow the sway of your hips before he yanks it still until the bathroom lock snicks closed. 

When he turns, Smurf is already studying him the way a jeweler studies a flawed diamond, looking for cracks, head tipped, eyes sharp.

He offers nothing, no twitch of the mouth or flinch, just the blank slate he’s spent years perfecting. 

She finally concedes and pushes off the dresser.

“Think I’ll fix myself a sandwich,” she murmurs, “Try not to devour the poor girl before I’m back.”

Her hand lands on Pope’s chest in a mock-pat; he jerks away and she chuckles low as she saunters past him, heels clicking all the way down the hall. 

He wipes a palm down his jeans, trying to scrape off the phantom of her touch. 

Devour — that’s her word, not his. And as much as he wants to do that, what he feels for you is bigger than hunger.

It’s blueprints and scaffolding, a whole cathedral of intention he barely dares to name. Smurf can’t fathom that depth. She pokes at the surface and calls it knowledge, never understanding the miles of dark water beneath. 

The bathroom door creaks open and you step out, head ducked, hands smoothing a cotton sundress the color of lemon ice.

The hem flutters modestly around your knees, though you still tug it lower. 

“Sorry,” you breathe, a nervous puff of air. 

The word pricks at him. He wants to say there’s nothing to be sorry for, that the fault lies in his own head, in Smurf’s games, in every inch of distance he keeps for your sake.

A knot in his shoulders eases. “Don’t apologize.”

It’s a stupid thing to say, because after the way he’s treated you, how would you know you didn’t have to?

He presses the heel of his hand over his mouth, scrubbing like he could wipe the taste of the whole night away. His eyes flick to the dirt still crusted on his boots, grit he suddenly can’t stand around you, and scuffs one sole against the other as if that’ll fix anything.

“C’mere.” The request is low, ragged, and you obey without hesitation. Always a good listener for him. 

As you step into the slice of light between you, he lifts one broad hand, slowing it at the last second to straighten the twisted strap at your collarbone.

His touch is rough in theory, calloused pads snagging silk, but in practice it’s feather-light, reverent, as though he’s afraid you’ll bruise if he breathes too hard. 

The tiny contact is a fuse and a salve all at once. The instant your warmth bleeds into him the restless buzz he’s been carrying dims, a far-off generator finally cut. 

He draws back just enough to meet your eyes. “You don’t gotta let her play dress-up with you like that.”

“I don’t mind — honest,” you say, giving a tiny shrug. 

“I mind,” he says, the line grating rough. Even he seems surprised by the bite, lips pressing thin as he exhales. 

Your shoulders dip. “You didn’t like it?”

The downward curve of your mouth guts him. He curses under his breath.

“I… yeah, I liked it.” Too damn much, he thinks. “...It’s just the kind of thing that’s supposed to be private, y’know? Meant for one set of eyes.”

“Private as in… like, saved for a boyfriend?”

He schools his face, but inside he’s turning over every recent memory, searching for the invisible man who might already have his hands on you. 

“Yeah… like for a boyfriend,” he murmurs. “And only when you’re good and ready. Don’t let some jerk fast-talk you into giving him what he hasn’t earned.” 

“He wouldn’t,” you say, like the question never existed. 

Your eyes lift to his like you’re lining up a target, lashes barely fluttering.

There’s no shimmer of shyness now. Just concentrated fire, sliding over his cheekbones, jawline, the slight stubble he didn’t bother shaving. It feels like you’re pocketing measurements for later, mapping angles with the same precision he uses to load a round.

Hallway light glints off your pupils, then pools into rich shadow.

Pope’s next breath sticks in his throat; he isn’t used to being seen like this — like the whole world has funneled down to just him, and you’re perfectly happy living inside that narrow beam. 

And it’s strange when you just confirmed his suspicions. Proof there is someone out there who’s already earned that privilege, someone so gentle you can declare his goodness without blinking. 

It should reassure him. Instead it tastes like rust and gun-oil, sparks off a terrible instinct that wants a name, an address, a reason to break knuckles until the picture stops existing. 

Possession floods his lungs. He forces it down, masks the scorch as nothing more than a normal breath. 

“Good,” he manages through grit teeth. “Just… promise me you’ll keep your eyes open. People aren’t always what they say.”

Your fingers toy with the strap he’d fixed. “Promise.”

Your gaze drops briefly to his mouth, just a flicker, before sliding back up, a soft smile playing at the corners as if you know a secret he hasn’t caught.

Something in it says the good man you vouched for is already standing here, but Pope’s too busy counting heartbeats to see the answer staring him down.

MARIA NOTE thank u for reading!!!!! u get a gold star and a juice box !! if u r craving more bunny antics (or want pope to suffer in new and interesting ways), requests are open!! and reminder that feedback feeds the gremlins, and the gremlins write the fics :-) 💛⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ 🌼

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[loves-alibi]

its 84 degrees finally!! wearing a string bikini w a full bush for dr robinavitch 🙂‍↕️ he can't die or he wont get to enjoy ✨️this✨️

oh my goodness...

robby is the kind of guy to buy his partner a string bikini that's one size too small. you'd see it and laugh because there's no way all of you is fitting into all of that. robby just shrugs and says how he thinks you'd look cute in it.

of course, you know his game. how could you not? your boyfriend isn't exactly subtle. so, the next sunny day you have, you make sure to set time aside to tan. so what if robby's office overlooks the pool?

you're only out there for ten minutes when you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin disappear. with a sigh, you peel your eyes open. robby looms above you, mouth parted as his eyes roam your body.

"hello, michael," you say. "can i help you?"

"fucking shit," he murmurs, sitting down on the lounge chair. his hand rests above your barely-clothed cunt. His fingers graze the hair he finds exposed. "is this for me, pretty girl?"

"baby..." you warn, "not outside. someone will see."

a finger pulls the gusset of the bikini to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the warm breeze. ignoring your whine, robby hums, "but you look so pretty out here."

his head dips, coming only a few inches from your pussy, but you grab him by the chin. robby whines as you tug. "and i'll look prettier in our bed, with your face between my legs. don't you think?"

"yes," robby's throat bobs as he swallows. "yes, please."

[moodyabbott]

Ahh ok I’ve been OBSESSED with this thought. What about Jack during the summer coming home from work and his girlfriend has just come in from the garden picking the most delicious strawberries that she then feeds him🫠 And of course, she’s wearing his favorite sundress!

thank you for this BEAUTIFUL request mwah ha haaa !! ugh i’m obsessed with everything about this! so sexy yet so fluffy

i’m thinking about how once the front door clicks shut with the heaviness of his double shift resting on his shoulders, he sighs in relief. closing his eyes and letting his keys plop into the bowl in the foyer.

jack struggled as he dropped his backpack onto the floor, kicking it with his foot so it could rest against the wall as he made his way into the quiet home.

"baby?" he called, his tired smile lighting up his eyes as he looked for her.

"out here!" she called.

jack walked slowly, following her voice through the kitchen, the afternoon sun beaming across the hardwood floors until he stepped onto the back porch.

and there he found her.

she was standing barefoot in the garden, the hem of that little yellow sundress dancing around her thighs. it was his favorite one that she owned.

the large stainless steel salad bowl she held was overflowing with strawberries as she looked over her sun-kissed shoulder, cheeks warm from the sun, hair a little messy from the wind.

"hi."

jack rested his side against the screen door as he watched her delicate fingers pluck a berry, “hi, baby.” he hummed.

she smiled, “rough shift?" she wanted to know.

“it was a kick in the ass.” he sighed tiredly, his forhead wrinkling as he frowned.

she plucked another berry from the basket, nodding while he explained what he had to deal with on this particular double. she rubbed a berry against her dress as she made her way towards him before holding it up between her fingers.

"c'mere." she hummed, snapping him out of his stress.

jack obeyed.

"open up.” she gleaned as she rose to her tippy toes once he was finally in front of her.

jack raised an eyebrow, making them both giggle as he spoke softly, "yes, ma'am."

he leaned down, parting his lips just enough for her to place the strawberry against them. but, instead of letting go for him to pull it into his mouth, she held it there.

his eyes flickered to hers, with that dangerous glint.

"are y’gonna feed me," he murmured, voice low and raspy, "or d’ya just wanna be a tease?"

"hmm” she tutted, “maybe a bit of both." she shrugged, biting her lip as he huffed a quiet laugh.

his chest puffed up in that way that made her swoon while she watched as he finally took a bite, the juice immediately sweet against his tongue.

"good?" she gaped up at him.

"best i've ever had." he moaned as he chewed.

"i can’t believe i grew them." she said proudly.

"i can.” he said, resting his hand on her cheek as her head craned down to rest in his large palm.

"mm." she peered up at him lovingly.

then, suddenly another strawberry appeared at his lips causing him so smile smugly.

"again." she suggested making him bop his head to the side.

"you’re a very demanding little lady, huh?” he chuckled making her nod her pretty little head up at him.

“i know you want some more.” she beamed. her dress flowing at her hips now as the wind dangerously moved the hem higher. “baby, you worked fourteen hours. you earned some pampering."

he rolled his eyes so playfully that she almost missed him reaching for her waist— his hands rested there instinctively, thumbs brushing against the soft fabric of her dress.

"jack..." she giggled.

"what?" he cocked a brow as he pulled her closer into his chest.

"you're squishing my strawberries." she squealed as she looked down at the bowl now resting flush against her chest, the berries all cold and damp.

"eh."

"jack!."

"shh" he buried his face against the side of her neck, breathing her in. she smelled sunshine, and grass, and strawberries.

"i fuckin’ missed you all day,” he mumbled into her skin.

she softened immediately at the way his voice quivered. she felt the way his hands groped her tightly and sighed as she breathed him in.

"i missed you too."

he stayed there another few seconds before pulling back just enough to look at her. "did you wear this on purpose?”

"maybe." she shrugged.

"'maybe,'" he repeated with a grin.

"i know it's your favorite.” she smiled, pulling away from him as she adjusted the bowl in her hands.

she reached up, to brush her thumb across the tiny smear of strawberry juice she'd left at the corner of his mouth. "oh, honey! you've got—"

but before she could finish, he caught her wrist gently making her gasp. his eyes didn't leave hers as he moved her thumb wipe away the juice.

he then took her thumb into his mouth, sucking on it slowly making her legs shake instinctively as she watched him.

"j—jack." she whispered.

he removed his lips with a loud ‘pop’ before her hands dropped down to glutch at her chest. he chuckled leaning in slowly to let their lips meet softly, tasting like strawberries and summer and finally being home.

when they pulled apart, she laughed under her breath.

"doctor that made me dizzy." she said, placing the back of her palm against her forehead.

"oh poor thing," he cooed, taking her up effortlessly into his freckled arms. “let’s go get you check out.”

she smiled. “whatever you think is best, doctor."

and without another word, he strode them back inside, glancing down at her as she pecked small, little kisses against his jawline.

he placed the bowl that rested in her lap on the island counter with a big ‘plop’ as they passed.

strawberries could wait.

she couldn't.