Sammy Bryant x reader, where the reader works as a tech analyst and she's Sammy's new gf. And Terry is Sammys brother, and for those who've seen reckless, we all know how kinda obsessive he gets when he wants something. And he becomes fixated on Sammy's gf. And it's like a whole thing, plus Terry kinda gives me sub vibes sometimes.
Any wayyyyy
So Terry has "business" and ends up stopping by where Sammy works and he can't help but stare at reader, and it's a whole thing and Sammy knows exactly what his brother is like as he'd had the habit of stealing his previous Gfs.
...possible threeway.. literally begging for someone to write this
frustrated sammy bryant that had a really shitty day at work and has to take it out on his free use gf????? i mean like- he's not stopping until he is satisfied, regardless of how overstimulated she gets >:3
(if it's not asking too much, would love spanking to be included because his meaty hands on reader's ass.... YUM YUM YUM)
ALEX!!!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME, IM RAVENOUS.
MDNI - 18+
CONTENTS: sammy bryant x f! reader, unprotected p in v, free use, breeding kink, daddy kink, spanking, i make a lot of sex comparisons to food i guess???
sammy crossed the threshold into your shared home, a dark look taking over his expression.
"sammy!" you smiled at him as you stirred at the pan. "i thought we could have breakfast for dinner, and i made your favorite steak and eggs..." you yapped, the sound drowning in the background to sammy. you didn't even notice the clack of the metal as he unbuckled his belt.
he circled his thick arms your middle, his hands snaking to your hips. he placed kisses on your shoulders and the nape of your neck.
"sammy!" you laughed. "i'm cooking! do you want me to burn your steak?"
"c'mon, sweetheart," he smiled against your skin. "i had a bad day."
"do you need to talk about it?" you said as your brows tugged together, concern drawing across your face.
"nah, baby," his gruff voice reverberating against your jaw. "just ignore me, pretend i'm not even here."
"sammy, what the hell are you even talking about-," you barely uttered the sentence before he jerked your ass to his hard crotch. oh.
"just keep cooking, sweetheart," he rasped out, a smirk crossing his lips. "after all, you don't want daddy to go hungry."
you choked down the moan that was creepy up your throat. he yanked your skimpy little shorts down along with your panties. your ass exposed to him. a hot harsh smack struck your plush flesh. you gasped at the afterburn as the raw meat sizzled in the pan.
"focus, baby," he commanded. "y'know how i like my steak, nice and pink."
he burrowed his two fingers into your slick folds, feeling the barriers of your halls hug around his digits.
"so slick for me," he whispered. "like it when i use you like this, sweetheart?"
you couldn't even respond as he raked his fingers inside of you. he continued as he unbuttoned and tugged his zipper down, hauling the hem of his boxers, freeing his rigid length.
he pumped himself while his digits pumped into your wetness. you whined as you plated the steaks.
"b-baby," you heaved. "what about dinner? y-you've, fuck, gotta be...ah- shit."
"shut the fuck up," he demanded. "y'know i like dessert first anyways."
he drew his fingers out of you, he pulled his soaked digits into his mouth, slurping at your wetness. "mmm, sweet as always."
he spread your cheeks, exposing your sparkling entrance. he groaned he pressed the flush head of his cock into you, slowly sneaking his way inside.
"yeah, s'good, honey," he grunted. "always letting me use you like this, tell me you like it, right, sweetie?"
"y-yes," you mewled as he teased your hole, cursing when an eggshell you fall into the yolk as you cracked them.
he lurched his length into you then, you hissed you sucked him in till you reached the hilt of his fat cock. he met your cervix with short and sharp movements.
"aw yeah, fuck, baby," he said as he jerked your head back by your hair. "i'm gonna fuck all my stress into you, all my worries, all my anger."
his thrusts were raw and ferocious. you could barely keep your concentration on the hot stove in front of you. the fat of your ass were moving waves as your wet crotch met his.
your knees started to buckle, you weakening as he continued to fuck into you. he caught you by your tummy, feeling his length bulge at the flesh as he continued pounding mindlessly.
"o-oh, fuck," he whimpered. "god, i'm that deep, huh? gonna put a fuckin' baby in you."
your walls squeezed tightly around him as you shakily put the eggs on the plates while your orgasm worked its way through your body. you casted aside the pan, a loud clang rang through the kitchen.
"fuck, baby, yes, cum around me. you're doing so good," his throaty grunt falling from his lips. "i'm gonna c-cum, you're almost done, i promise."
his cock pierced your insides with one final thrust, hot threads of his seed spilling into you. he released from your entrance, the mixture leaking from your hole.
"d-dinner is ready," you said, trying to catch your breath.
sammy buttoned up his pants, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple.
"thank you, doll," he whispered into your hair. "looks delicious."
blah blah i know sammy bryant is just a total and utter sweetheart baby but i want to see him manhandle reader.
i was scrolling through twitter or x (whateva you wanna call it) saw this tweet about wives asking their cop husbands to try to take them down in 30 seconds and now just imagining asking husband!sammy to do it.
he doesn't want to hurt his sweet girl but they way you're looking at him doe eyed, pleading and tugging at his arm has him chubbing up in his jeans. he had come home, still in uniform when you blocked his way to the shower, shoving your phone to show him the video. "sammy, c'mon please? just once, i wanna what all these bad guys get when my husband is takin em down" your chin on his chest as your looking up at him.
"let me just go shower first and then–" "no, baby you gotta do it uniform! how am i gonna take you serious when you're trying to pin me down in some sweats huh?"
now standing in the living room giggling like a school girl as he tries to size you up, trying to play serious cop now. "you know how fast you were going?" "mmm nope!" "i don't like your attitude, little lady. c'mon gonna take you down to the station for some more questions." sammy's reaching to grab your wrist but you're pulling away giggling, it's cute but now he's too into it. he's got you by the waist hoisting you up and taking you down onto the carpet. the sudden force has you gasping, squealing when he's managed to get both your wrist behind your back, his foot already hooked around your knee as he's pinned you down.
your giggling and squealing like a mad woman but he's rock hard now as he presses himself into. your giggling is cut short when you finally feel his hard length pressed against you through his uniform. his work belt was laid out on the couch beside you so there was no mistaking this for his gun. he's panting and pressing his lips into his ear, one hand is holding both wrists and his other hand has snaked between your legs toying with your slick panties.
"and here i thought my pretty little wife was a good girl... no, good girls don't get this soaked from having an officer man handle em like this. so what are we gonna do about that huh?" he's taunting you as you hear his pants begin to unzip, already pulling out his cock to rub his leaking tip over the wet mess between your legs.
Need an angst where the reader is dating Sammy for a few months. And Sammy ends up working a case with the FBI. So when Sammy is months into it he realises too late the killer has been watching him and the agents but also has become obsessed with the reader. And she ends up getting taken and held for weeks. And to torment Sammy the killer sends live footage or clips of the reader.
And I just imagine weeks later she managed to get free and ends up fighting her way out but she badly hurt mentally and physically. And she ends up in Pittsburgh (maybe a crossover with the Pitt and Abbot is her doctor).
Just an idea. Im also thinking of this while listening to drag path by twenty one pilot's. But feel free to write this pretty pleaseee
Currently thinking about abbott x young primary school teacher.
I remember watching this episode of swat years ago where this young group of kids got like a tour of swat and what it was about. So now I kinda wanna read about the reader meeting jack during one of the tours with the kids she teaches and they end up hitting it off and dating in secret. And the episode where he gets grazed by the bullet and Mohan is patching him up. But the reader ends up getting hurt and brought to the hospital and needs stitches or something. And she ends up in the room beside him and the curtains open so as they're both being patched up. The reader is a little pervy but honestly can't help it around him cause he's hot asf, so she says some flirtatious stuff aimed towards him and he gets asked if he wants to file a report or something. And he's all like "a report? For her?" And whatever. And after she practically catches up with him and she holds his hand and kisses his cheek just to get a ride home cause her car is still in the school parking lot
synopsisa patient tells you older is always better, Jack wants to know if you can confirm that.
warningsSMUT. MDNI. Oral (f and m receiving) fingering, dirty talk, slight dom Jack, penetration, p in v. language
authornotei dont even think god will take me after this one. this aint proofread
“So you think older is better?”
“Like anything good,” said Lu as you cleaned out her leg, pulling the light over to find the grit. “Like cheese... wine... sex.”
Your lips quipped up and you nodded. You didn't know how you started talking about this- you'd only asked what she was doing and how she fell. Date with an older guy, she said, was walking back from his when I fell. It must have been more of a tumble, roll and fall from the state of her leg that had got her through the waiting room and triage.
The next thing you knew she was highlighting how good sex was with an older man.
“It's like they have the experience and the confidence and they care more about getting you off than they do themselves,” she said.
“How many dates have you been on with the guy?” you asked, only trying to keep conversation while you plucked out the gravel. Trying to distract yourself from thinking about sex and older.
“Oh, this was the first one,” said Lu, laid back on the bed with a dreamy look in her eyes. “We've been talking for a few months on this app for older guys to meet women who are younger and interested. We met tonight and I had the best sex ever.”
The pling of gravel on the metal tray echoed out.
“You got a boyfriend?” she asked you.
You were silent, acting as if you were focused on the gravel. “I don't.”
Lu smirked at your silence. “But you got somebody?”
To that you had nothing to say. Maybe you did have somebody- or at least someone came to mind. Grey hair, stubbled chin and dark eyes in the shape of a doctor.
“Oh you got somebody,” said Lu.
You managed two more pieces of gravel and glass before she opened her mouth to speak again, to probably ask you another question but at the same time the door opened, bringing with it a small snap of the bustling sounds of the Pitt at night and the faint air of woodland and grease.
“How we doing in here?”
Jack walked in like he was un-aware to how you'd thought about him and then he came like you'd conjured him up. His grey hair, short stubble at the chin that he quickly rubbed at and dark eyes evaluating.
You betrayed yourself in looking to Lu.
“Is this him?” she asked, eyes lighting up.
Jack looked between the two of you. “Talking about me again, doc?” Jack asked.
You were focused on the task at hand but you didn't need to look to find him at your side, diligently watching you work.
“All good things,” said Lu.
He huffed out a little smile, hands held behind his back. His eyes bore into your head. “I'm Doctor Jack Abbott, I see you're in good hands here. How're her bloods?”
“Bloods are all clear though blood pressure is a bit high, we wanna keep an eye on that,” you said.
Jack nodded. “Well I'm sorry you're night took an unfortunate turn, Miss Marigold.”
She shrugged, rumpling her black dress. It was sleek and fit her in ways you could never imagine the dress fitting you. “Meh, it was pretty much done anyway.”
You were too caught up in the gossip she had been giving you that you didn't think about Jack not being informed. “He kicked you out?”
“No,” she said. “I left. Didn't want that awkward after sex small talk.”
“That's called aftercare.”
It was such a thrown away comment in Jack's words. He said it like he was prescribing her morphine. But the words rushed to your body, jolted you awake and alert to his presence.
Aftercare to some may have been normal, you didn't know other peoples sexual habits- you only knew yours and aftercare wasn't part of it. Your... sexual partners were few and far between and also loved to use your bathroom and sleep it off. Besides that was months ago before you started night shifts. Now your sex life was nothing but dry dry dry with the only occasional fantasy of your attending keeping you going.
“How old are you, Doctor Abbott?” asked your patient.
You caught Jack's smirk.
“Don't you know you should never ask a gentleman his age?” he said.
“Forties? Fifties?”
“Well I'm glad you ruled out thirties.”
You laughed.
“Are you single?”
“You asking?”
“And what do you think about younger women?” Lu asked with seemingly no shame. You carried it all in the blaze of heat in your cheeks.
“I don't know if this is an appropriate conversation to be having,” you said, trying to deflect. Looking between them, you found Lu waiting with curious eyes, not at all uncomfortable and Jack... surprisingly much of the same.
“You mean how do I feel about dating younger women?” asked Jack, standing at the other side of her bed.
In your eyeline.
“There's this app, called 'Always go older' it's catered for men over forty meeting younger women with similar interests. Go on dates, have long term relationships, or just sex.”
You couldn't believe the conversation you had been having with her before Jack came in, making the small space of the exam room even smaller. Having it with him in the room was your idea of a nightmare.
Jack nodded slowly, considering. “An app for... sugar daddies?”
You looked up at him. “You know what sugar daddies are?”
He pursed his lips at you in disappointment. “I'm old, I'm not clueless.”
“If you're interested I can get you a great discount,” said Lu like this was a business meeting. “Both of you.”
Jack looked at you but you missed whatever his eyes were trying to convey when you realised this app cost.
“You have to pay?”
“To be a member yeah, there can be a lot of creeps out there and they do real good work to make sure they're not in the club. You interested?”
“Not if I have to pay,” you said, thinking first of your bank account and nothing else. You only realised once you'd said it what it sounded like.
That you were interested. That older men and dating for you were hand in hand.
You looked up hoping at least Jack wouldn't have noticed. His eyes were on you, an amused tilt to his lips. “Okay!” you stood up, pulling off your gloves. “All the gravel and glass is out but I'm gonna get another blood test in to check your alcohol levels. I'll call a nurse to dress you up and we'll keep you for observation on that blood pressure.”
She nodded. “Do you think I could do a pregnancy test too? Just, while I'm here.”
Jack approached your side, watching you again. His head was tilted up but his eyes were down on you. He was attending but as always he waited on your say. He never overstepped, never made assumptions, always let you lead with your gut.
You wondered if that was what younger women were looking for...
“Sure, I'll get you a pot for a urine sample and we can get those tests.”
“Were you practising safe sex?” asked Jack.
Lu stretched out on the bed, pulling at the seams of her dress at her cleavage. “It feels better without.”
Jack seemed un-bothered, if anything understanding as his head slowly bobbed in a nod.
You'd never had sex without a condom before. Never wanted to risk it.
Jack held the door open for you, letting you lead the way out.
It was noisier and busier yet it was easier to breath. At least for a second before Jack's body brushed yours as he walked next to you.
“Is she a cop? Feel like we were being interrogated in there.”
“That or she gets paid to promote the app.”
You slid into a chair desperately trying not to look at the clock. You had a bad habit of doing so and the night would drag on. You pulled up her chart and distracted yourself with repeating what you'd already said to avoid the inevitable conversation you were gonna be having with Jack.
His mouth opened and you beat him to it.
“I swear we just started talking about that, I was just asking her how she fell and she told me about the guy and started talking about sex and the date and the app, I... I did not invite that conversation.”
He nodded. “It's okay if you did.”
“I didn't.”
“Okay.”
There was silence between you. Your finger moves quickly over the keyboard and Abbott stayed stood there, watching.
“If you're interested-”
“- I'm not,” you said, quickly, without really knowing what he was asking for.
Jack held his hands up in surrender. “Older men aren't too bad.”
“Oh no, I'm-I'm sure they're great, I have nothing against age, you know, old's great! Like.... like wine! Or-or cheese! I just, I mean, my love life- sex life is kinda, urm-” you stumbled over your words. It was annoying how Jack just stood there, letting you, without stopping or helping. “I just don't really have the time for dating.”
You worked nights and in the day you were catching up on sleeping and eating. The furthest your date life got was phone calls with Jack when he was grocery shopping and wanted your opinion, or sometimes in the morning when you got breakfast together before heading back.
He always walked you home, even if it meant an extra half hour before he got home. He was a gentleman like that.
He was still calm as he held his hands behind his back and watched you. “Are you looking to date?”
You chuckled. “Ha, you know a guy who works as crazy shifts as me?”
Jack's eyes lowered to yours. “Maybe. Might be a bit older though.”
You realised what he meant just as an ETA was called in.
The ETA had turned into five and for the rest of the night you and Abbott were too busy with the rest of the team to brush by each other. Every move was a hard move of shoulders to not bump or ripping of the gowns off and the harsh change of gloves. There was no time to talk about anything through the night, let alone whatever the hell had happened at the start of shift.
Your small reprise came when a man dressed in the makings of a rushed man walked in as the clock was striking past five in the morning.
“Excuse me, I'm looking for Lu Mari-gold?”
His hair was silver and growing at the back of his neck. It was brushed back handsomely and though he clearly must have been in his fifties (at least) he had a head full of hair and stubble growing on his chin.
He was handsome and even more so when you saw the bouquet of flowers he held in hand.
“Are you- are you family?”
“No I'm uh- I'm her partner.”
So you escorted him to her room, letting him in and giving him a small update on her care. He set the flowers next to her and you lingered, diligently checking her chart.
“Why'd you leave, honey?” he asked, sitting on the edge of her bed and petting back her hair.
“Oh you know,” she said, casually. “Didn't want to do the whole awkward morning after thing.”
“There'd be nothing awkward about it. I was gonna make you breakfast, had plans to make love two you in the morning.”
Your cheeks flamed up as he said it so casually, like he was laying out a list for morning plans which.... he well was.
You decided to give them some privacy and save yourself form listening. You gently closed the door over and watched them through. He kissed her gently on the forehead, cradling her and Lu soaked it all in in adoring eyes and gentle touches.
It was a sort of tender touch you weren't used to even seeing, let alone feeling.
“Hey,” there was a ghost of a touch on the small of your back and Jack came to stand next to you. “That her boyfriend?”
“Yeah, though I don't know if they're their yet,” you admitted. “They only met tonight- well, last night. But she ran out.”
“And he came to her,” observed Jack. “They'll be just fine.”
“How'd you know?”
“The way he looks at her.”
When you looked at Jack he was already looking at you.
The thousand moments between the two of you played out. The gentle ghosts of a hand, the watchful moments but Jack was like that with a lot of people, attentive.
Your eyes fluttered as you looked away from him to the scene playing out again. “Are you some sort of relationship whisperer?”
He huffed a small amused laugh and followed your eyes to look ahead. “I just know things.”
It wasn't long before Lu and her partner were walking out, the flowers in hand as his arm was around her waist, supporting her.
They stopped off by the nurses counter where both you and Jack lingered working on separate cases.
“We just wanted to say thank you,” said Lu. “And here. There's a ninety percent success rate.”
She handed you a business card with the app name and promo code applied.
“Oh, er, thank you,” you said, un-sure on what to say other than a thanks.
Lu smiled kindly, leaning in to you as subtle as possible. Her eyes lingered somewhere over your shoulder. “Though I don't think you'll need it.”
You turned, catching sight of what she was watching.
Jack stood with Crus who was thrusting a tablet to him but he was looking at you.
“I'll- er- put it to good use. I'll see you in a couple days to check out those stitches.”
Slowly they left and you were stood frozen, staring down at the card. Ten dollars a month wasn't so bad if you didn't count the subscriptions you already had at the student loan and bills and such. You got three months half price, maybe three months to meet the love of your life or at least get some-
The card was plucked from you fingers.
Jack twirled it around. “You thinking about it?” he said, an edge to his voice.
“What? No- I don't know, she just- it was a parting gift?”
He nodded, reading the card. “Always go older,” he read.
“It's the app, younger women with, um, older men.”
“Interested?”
The way he looked at you felt more like an invitation than a general question. His eyes were hooded as he looked at you. It was the way he always looked at you but it felt weighted.
“It's just an app,” you excused.
Jack held the card out between the two of you, letting you chose.
It should've been your choice but it felt like there was a right and wrong answer.
Slowly, you plucked it from his fingers.
Two days later you found Jack Abbott on the app.
You were scrolling in the bathroom on your three minute pee break. You'd got the app that morning, caving in after spending a night tossing and turning and dreaming. You could say the dream was any old man, a faceless sort but even if that were true you felt the hard press of the chest, the tickle of the stubble. You imagined the freckles along the arms and the low rumble of his voice in your ear.
“That's it... that's it... take me in... all the way... god you feel beautiful,”
You woke wet between your legs and hot all over with little to no time to do anything about it.
You were desperate, you told yourself as you hastily built up a profile, picking what small pictures you had of yourself not in scrubs.
You hadn't had time to check it until the bathroom break and you don't make it three profiles before you were faced with Abbott.
The pictures of him were pictures you'd seen before, a selfie with his stupid smirk, the peek of army uniform there. There was another of him that seemed to a couple years ago and the third and final was a picture of him in scrubs.
It was a picture of the night shift but you could tell there were several cropped out, but you who stood next to him were still there.
You stared down at the picture of you two, his arm was thrown over your shoulders casually. He was grinning at the camera and you had a small smile to, your body leant into him. You hadn't even realised you did that.
Didn't Abbott know it wasn't a good sign to have a picture of another woman on the dating app? Unless it was your mother and you were a mamas boy.
There was knocking on the bathroom stool doors.
“Have you coded in there?” Crus called out.
You huffed and got off the toilet, pulling up your pants and pocketing your phone.
“If only.”
The night continued as usual, abdominal pains, charting, lacerations, charting, traumas and charting.
You'd hardly got a look at Jack when it was turning to six in the morning and day shifters started piling in.
You were passing the break room when the door swung open.
Jack popped out, catching you, his arms braced at the door. “Get in here, now.”
You were worried, reading through every patient you'd seen that day. You were sure you dealt with them all attentively, you'd never misdiagnosed someone before and today couldn't have been the day.
Jack closed the door behind him, checking nobody was on their way to find you before speaking. He was calm as he walked over to you, leaning his hand on the table and crowding you. “Why do you think I need to talk to you?”
You tried to think of something you'd done wrong. Anything. “Trauma came in, I er, didn't intubate quick enough?”
He shook his head and you tried to think again.
Before you could hazard a guess, he spoke. “I thought if you were interested, you'd have said something.”
There was a beat of silence.
“Interested?”
Jack's chest rose and fell in a deep breath. “In going older.”
“In going-” your mind short-circuited to his profile. If you'd seen him just a few hours ago, he could have seen you before then.
“I thought I had made my invitation clear,” he uttered.
“Invitation?” you repeated, feeling like a stuck record player.
“To go older,” Jack stepped closer and you could feel the warmth of his breath. “I was inviting you to try it.”
His breath somehow still smelt of mint freshness whereas you were sure yours was coffee stained from the three cups you'd already drunk.
“And not through the app,” he added.
You gulped. “You saw me on the app?”
“I saw you on the app.”
“But you're on the app,” you pointed out, eyes flickering up to his.
“I got it two days ago to make sure you didn't get it,” he said. His eyes weren't focused on yours. They were flickering between your eyes and your lips.
You wondered if you were still dreaming. If you were still in your bed, still dampening your panties and sheets with this crazy dream of him. You pinched yourself slowly but you felt the pain and didn't wake.
You squeezed your eyes shut and opened them and he was still there. Still calm. “You want to have sex with me?”
Jack's jaw clenched. “Honey, I want so much more than that.”
His finger was light as it brushed the back of your hand that rested on the table there.
“I want what you want, and maybe even more,” said Jack, his hand cradled your face. thumb dragging over your cheekbone. “You just got to tell me what you want and I'll make it happen.”
You'd thought that being with an older man meant being told what to do, that you wouldn't get a word in edge ways and yes, it was hot to think about.
You imagined Jack would be that, gently guiding you through your pleasure like he understood it better than you did. “You, I want you.”
Jack's lips were soft on yours, his head tilted at the perfect angle that meant he reached every edge of your lips at once. He didn't push against you, annoyingly so, he just let you feel the press of his lips like a fresh summers breeze.
It was your hands that fell on his chest, it was you that tilted your head back so he could reach deeper. It was your tongue tracing the bottom of his lips to get in deeper.
The door clattered and you jumped from Jack like he'd scorched you.
Jack only opened his eyes slowly, turning.
Robby leant on the door frame, arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his lips as he sipped from his coffee cup. “Good morning, brother.”
Jack took you home to his and carefully man handled you through the door. Once it was closed his lips sort yours in a hunger even a twelve hour shift couldn't kill.
He breathed against you hard as he kissed you, stirring you through his house with his hands migrating from your cheeks, to your neck, to your waist, to your hips, to anyplace he could get a hold of you.
Your hands made his neatly combed hair a mess as you leant against him, letting yourself be moved around like a rag doll.
“Is this your house?” you asked against his lips. You couldn't look around to study his space, he was hardly letting you go to catch your breath let alone turn your head.
He nodded, kissing you. His tongue entered the warmth of your mouth and he moaned into you. “We didn't break and enter, baby.”
“But you-” you gasped as his hands travelled under your shirt, sending a chill. “You don't rent.”
This wasn't your best dirty talk.
Jack smiled against your lips. “No, I have a mortage.”
You kissed him again, holding him close as your hand slithered to the back of his neck.
He was still navigating you through his house till you felt your back hit a wall. “Does that turn you on?”
Slowly he pulled at the ties of your scrub pants and he slid his hand in enough to get a feel of the warmth of your cunt through your panties. You were wet, impossibly so just by kissing him.
“Yeah,” he said, breathless. “It turns you on.”
Jack's teeth scraped down your neck, his tongue soothing where he nipped.
You tilted your head back, a silent invite for more.
A thigh of his slotted between your legs and you fell onto it.
“You wanna- wanna tell me about tax returns next?” you teased.
“Maybe,” he said, lifting his head back to yours. “I kinda wanna taste you first.”
With strong hands on your hips he turned you and pushed you through the open door into a master of a bedroom. The bed was in the middle, a four postered type thing with clean and made sheets. There was nothing messy about it, nothing to signify the exhaustion of a night shift.
Jack held your body into his, hips rutting against yours.
You acknowledged somewhere in the back of your head that he'd told you years ago he moved into a bungalow. No stairs- easier on his leg.
“Do you know how many times I've touched myself thinking about you, on that bed?” he whispered into your skin, kissing the words there.
“You-You have?”
You felt his hair tickle you as he nodded. “Do you like knowing that?”
“Yes.” You reached over, cupping the back of his head till your tongues were meeting in a sloppy kiss.
Jack's hands slipped down your waist, down your underwear and spread at your cunt till he could easily slip in a finger.
You gasped against him, body curling in pleasure you'd never felt.
He moved with you as if he was chasing you, sucking on your bottom lip.
“You like that?” he uttered, dragging out your bottom lip.
You nodded as he slowly withdrew his finger to slip another in.
“Need to hear you like it, baby.”
“I like it, Jack, like your fingers inside of me.”
The fingers on his free hand moved to wrap around your neck, tilting your head back till it rested on his shoulder. With this advantage he could like on the skin, feel the heat of you and the jump of your pulse as he slowly worked his fingers in and out, curling at the spots that got you shaking.
Your held onto his arm, fingers digging into the skin.
“You're gonna like it,” he whispered. “You're gonna like it so much you'll never go back, never want anyone else.”
His fingers worked quicker as you felt him leave marks at your neck, in places you knew people would be able to see. “Still like my fingers inside of you?”
“Yes, god, yes!”
“How'd they make you feel, baby?”
“Good, so good.”
Jack withdrew his hands and turned you, guiding you up on the bed. He leant back on his knees, slowly undoing the ties of his scrub bants.
You'd never been happier that they were black, showing the outline of his cock, hard and begging for attention.
“Take your top off.” He gestured.
You did and his eyes grew darker though didn't know how that was possible. Your hands trembled with eager excitement to get your hands on him or for him to get his hands on you. You moved to un-clasp your bra but Jack shook his head.
“Keep it on. Take my shirt off.”
His chest was broad and slightly defined. Freckles dotted around and one or two scares you'd never seen before were littered there too.
It was instinct to move in to his neck to kiss him but his hand wrapped around your neck and pushed you down till you bounced off the mattress.
“Eyes on me, keep your eyes on me.”
You followed his order as he slowly dragged down your scrub pants and panties, getting a glimpse of how wet they were before they were chucked aside.
Hopefully that was the time Jack let you see all of him. No.
Like a prized possession Jack laid you out and spread your legs.
It was suddenly all too real. The haste of the drive over, his hand on your thigh, everything he said about being with an older guy and how Lu had told you how experienced they were. Would he expect something you couldn't deliver? Did you expect something?
“Jack,” you said only his name but you didn't know what else you were trying to lead on anyhow.
His eyes were earnest though clouded by desire as he pushed your legs up till you were sprawled out for him. “I'll stop any time you want.”
You watched him get closer to your heat. Felt yourself cry out for his attention.
“You're gonna like it, gonna love it,” he promised, eyes focused on you as he slid his middle finger inside of you. “Relax... relax.”
You tried to but as another one of his fingers slid into you, creating a slow thrusting pattern and his other hand kept playing with your cunt to get your lips spread you could do anything but relax.
Your breathing kicked up, your pulse was high.
As Jack leant down to slowly flick his tongue against your clit you threw your head back and moaned.
“Oh shit, Jack- Jack!”
His gaze flickered up to you, daring you to try to speak.
When you did it came out as another moan, his tongue flattening against your bud of nerves.
He played with you like that, moulding your legs around to where he wanted them. Flat on the bed, over his shoulders, up in the air. Anything to get him deeper inside of you.
All the while you alternated between watching him and falling back on the bed in aches of pleasure.
Jack watched where his fingers disappeared inside of you. “Swallowing me up, can't wait to get my cock inside of you.”
“Want it.... want it....” you mumbled, head back on the softness of his quilt.
“Yeah?” he whimpered.
Your hand fisted the quilt that smelt like him and you smothered your face in it as his fingers curled.
“Oh my god, honey... yeah....” Jack moaned before you felt the wet of his tongue on the heat of you.
You couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Whether it was his spit on your cunt or your want that was pooling into wetness on his sheets.
There was no warning, only your moans, as you came around his fingers and tongue. You had no idea you could come so quick, had no idea it could be pulled from your head to your toes.
Jack let your orgasm play out, pulling back to watch it leak. “Oh yeah... yeah...” his fingers swept up the mess lightly. “You're so sweet, oh yeah... moan like that...”
His tongue went in, licking up all the mess around you.
“Jack please, I can't- I can't!”
Your body was trembling beyond your control and he was still playing around with you and your sensitive bud. Your arms wrapped around yourself as if you could hold yourself together from breaking out in cries.
You hadn't noticed your eyes were screwed shut until you felt him move and heard the demand in his voice.
“Look at me.”
When you did you found Jack standing at the foot of his bed, scrub pants deserted and hand wrapped around his own cock.
You looked at him and then some.
“Touch me, touch me,” he said gently, prying your hands away from your chest with care.
With guidance he helped you sit up and helped you feel his cock.
You'd done this before but your mouth had never watered by the idea, your body never wept with the need to suck another guy off. Nothing about him disgusted you. Not the scars around his knee where he lost his leg, not the hair that dusted the base of his cock in tamed grey.
It moved you on.
You only jerked him off slow, only a little at first but his breath became laboured.
Jack's eyes closed as he grabbed a hold of your legs like they were his anchor.
You wanted to speed up.
“Go easy on me,” he said with a drunk grin. “It's been a while.”
You moaned and inched your body closer to the edge of the bed, your heat wanting to swallow him up.
Jack's eyes watched as you withered. He held onto your wrist that stayed wrapped around the base of his cock. “No, no, no, don't put it in yet.” Slowly he came to lean over you. “I want you to suck on it. You want it? Want to suck this old mans cock?”
In answer, the two of you moved quickly till he was lying flat on the bed and you were over him, slowly taking the tip in your mouth.
“Oh my god... oh yeah...” he moaned. Jack petted back your hair. “Take the tip.... take the tip... swirl your tongue...”
You took in his tip and swirled the tongue just as he said, watching him as you took him deeper with his careful help.
A string of 'oh yeah, don't stop' fell from him like a mantra as you took him deeper and faster, the need growing in you again.
“It's not- it's not too much?” he checked in, his head falling back.
You only took yourself off him to shake your head before sucking him into your mouth again, holding the base of him and working what you couldn't manage.
Jack groaned, hands flying to his head as his fists clenched. “You're so good... oh you're so good, baby.”
You took him deep and hollowed your cheeks.
Jack lurched. “Fuck! Fuck- shit, don't do that,” he moaned, guiding you off with pink cheeks. He chuckled, guiding you up to him. “I'll finish if you do that.”
He kissed you, never minding the both of your arousal on each other's lips. “They're are so many ways I want to be inside of you.”
You moaned against his lips. “I want you inside me, Jack.”
“I know, I know.” His brows pulled together as he seemed to have a battle in his own mind about just how to have you.
You didn't make it easier. In temptation you lied back on his bed and spread yourself out. All the while he was still caught up in thinking.
You almost started playing with yourself to relieve the build up when Jack grabbed your wrist and guided your fingers into his mouth.
He gently kissed the pads of your finger tips. “Turn around.”
Jack lied next to you, your back flush with his chest. He lined his cock up with your cunt, slowly sliding the length of it between your folds.
“Con-condom?” you mumbled, dreading the feel of anything that wasn't completely him.
Jake kissed your shoulder. “It feels better without. I'm clean.”
You nodded, breathless at the promise of feeling him. All of him. “I'm clean and I have a, an IUD.”
He kissed you again as he nudged the head of his cock into you.
Your moans echoed around the room as he held onto you, inching himself in further and further.
Only once you'd just got the feel of all of him he was slowly retreating to push back in again. For a moment it was only the sound of the both of you breathless and the gentle sounds of skin on skin as he moved at a steady pace, growing needier, getting deeper by every thrust.
“Oh my god... oh my god...” you moaned.
Jack's hands grabbed your hips, helping you meet his thrusts in urgency. The sun was just peeking through the blinds and a thin layer of sweat glowed off both your bodies.
You tried to grind your backside into him, desperate to feel relief as his pace remained steady.
Jack gripped your hip, leaning into your ear. “Don't rush it, don't rush it,” he nipped at your ear. “Don't be greedy, we'll go slow.”
You didn't want slow. You wanted fast. You wanted hard.
The slow drag of his cock through your walls drove you mad. He reached around, fingers circling your clit as his other hand finally un-hooked your bra.
It wasn't long before Jack was slamming into you, harder, your body rocking with his movements and the head of his bed hitting the wall.
“God, it's been so long.... you feel amazing...” said Jack as his fingers circled your clit hard.
“Jack I'm gonna-”
At the warning he stilled himself inside of you.
“Not yet, honey, not yet.”
You whined, hand moving round to grab at his ass and hold him in.
Jack groaned and bit into your neck. “I know, I know. Just gimme a minute.”
You had no choice as he slid out of you and moved you around so you were flat on the bed. You felt his fingers thrust inside of you again harder than before.
His breath was hard, chest rising and falling quickly. “I wanna make you come in so many ways I can't chose how.”
He was a man starved, ravenous as he dedicated time to licking you up again, if only for a minute. But he moaned around you, sucked in your nerves and released it to the mercy of his fingers.
“Jack!” you yelled, screw the neighbours.
There was a growl somewhere in the back of his throat as he loomed over you.
“You wanna fuck me?”
“Yes, Jack, bad so bad!”
“Okay, okay honey, fuck me then, come one baby.... I know you can.”
Jack pushed into you as the both of your eyes clashed watching the pleasure in each others eyes. He set a brutal pace, holding a leg up as he peppered kisses along your chest.
“J-Jack-”
“Tell me how good I feel.”
“So good.”
“So good, yeah baby, so good,” he gasped. “Oh fuck, god baby!” He reached over and gripped the headboard, body tight in pleasure.
You arched off the bed.
“I need you to come,” he announced, eyes screwed up in pleasure as he thrusted into you hard, the slap of his balls on you.
You watched where he met you as your legs shook.
“I need you to come so I can come.... one more time, baby.... one more time, please....” he begged.
The sight of him sweating, his body rigid, eyes shut in pleasure and mouth hanging open only to voice obscene moans was enough to have you coming over the edge.
Your walls tightened.
Jack must have felt it as he steadied himself over you, fingers falling between your bodies to work you through it. “That's it.... that's it.... that's it...” He kissed along your collarbone.
You released over him, gasping, body melting into him as Jack rode out your orgasm.
“Arg... oh god... you feel so good, I-urg-”
Dirty words spilled from your mouth as Jack latched onto your mouth and let go inside of you.
The both of you were a panting, sweating mess as he calmed down, slowly slipping out of you but kissing away every whine and protest.
Your breathes slowed and slowly Jack slipped out of you, watching his release leave you.
His eyes flickered back up to you, brushing away hair that had stuck. “I've never come like that in my life.”
You were still catching your breath, still waiting for the race of your heart to dull. “Your welcome?”
Jack chuckled, falling beside you and throwing an arm over you. “I think you can delete that app now.”
You groaned with a wave of embarrassment, covering your face. Gently, Jack pried away your hands and kissed the palms of them. You turned on your side. “Are you going to delete it too?”
“Honey I only got it cause I couldn't stand the thought of you getting it, and some other gut thinking he can treat you better.”
“I always hoped it would be you.”
Jack kissed you tenderly. “So?” he asked against you. “You think older is better?”
Late. Tired. And alone enough that your thoughts started sounding like suggestions instead of warnings.
Your apartment was quiet in that heavy, unnatural way—no traffic, no neighbors, just the soft hum of the fridge and rain tapping the window like it was trying to get in.
You should’ve been asleep.
Instead, you were scrolling.
Forums. Urban legends. Ritual pages people swore were fake right up until they weren’t.
You didn’t believe any of it.
Not really.
That’s what you told yourself when you found the page.
It was old-looking. Not aesthetic-old. Wrong old. Like it had been copied and recopied for years by people who didn’t want to be the last ones holding it.
At the top, in uneven handwriting, was a name:
Le Bail.
You stared at it longer than you meant to.
Then laughed under your breath.
“Yeah, okay,” you muttered. “Sure.”
Still, you kept reading.
Candle. Mirror. Salt. A name spoken aloud. A simple setup. Stupidly simple. Like the world was that easy to poke.
You stood up before you could talk yourself out of it.
Bare feet on cold tiles. Hoodie hanging off your hands. The kitchen light too dim, like it didn’t want to be involved.
“This is dumb,” you said out loud, because saying it made it less real.
It didn’t help.
You still did it anyway.
A candle on the counter. A mirror propped behind it. Salt drawn in a rough, uneven shape that didn’t look like anything meaningful.
Your hands hesitated before the final step.
Then you rolled your eyes at yourself.
“Nothing’s going to happen,” you whispered.
You lit the candle.
The flame caught immediately.
Too clean. Too perfect.
You frowned.
“…Weird.”
You leaned in anyway, reading the final instruction again under your breath. The part you were supposed to speak.
You exhaled sharply, half-laughing at your own stupidity.
“Le Bail.”
The candle went out.
Instantly.
No flicker. No smoke.
Just absence.
The silence after felt… wrong.
Not quiet.
Waiting.
Your smile faded.
“…Okay,” you said slowly, stepping back. “That’s not funny.”
The fridge hummed louder than it should’ve.
You turned your head toward the window.
Your reflection was there.
A little pale. A little off.
Then it blinked half a second late.
Your body went cold.
You didn’t move.
Didn’t breathe properly.
The moment you said the name, something in the air changed.
Not dramatically. Not like thunder or breaking glass.
More like the room stopped agreeing with you.
The candle flame wavered—too smooth, too steady in a way that made your skin crawl. The edges of the kitchen felt softer than they should’ve been, like the world was losing focus.
You frowned.
“…That’s weird,” you muttered.
A pressure built behind your eyes. Subtle at first. Like tiredness.
Then stronger.
The room tilted slightly to the left.
You grabbed the counter to steady yourself, but your hand didn’t feel quite connected to your body anymore. Your fingers were slow to respond, like they were being told what to do a second too late.
The mirror on the counter blurred.
Your reflection lagged behind your movements.
Your stomach dropped.
“No—okay, that’s not—”
Your voice cut off halfway through.
Dizziness hit suddenly. Not like spinning—like slipping. Like the floor beneath your thoughts had given way.
The candlelight stretched long across the walls.
The kitchen felt further away even though you hadn’t moved.
You tried to breathe deeper, but your lungs didn’t feel like they were filling properly.
The last thing you clearly registered was the counter edge pressing into your palm as you tried to hold yourself upright.
Then even that disappeared.
When you came back to yourself, it wasn’t gradual.
It was violent.
Cold air. Wet ground. Leaves stuck to your skin.
Night.
Your eyes snapped open, but it took a moment for anything to make sense. The sky above you was dark, broken by shifting branches that moved too slowly in the wind.
You sucked in a sharp breath and immediately regretted it—your whole body ached like you’d been dragged for miles.
You pushed yourself up.
Pain shot through your arms.
Your clothes were damp.
Heavy.
Wrong.
You looked down.
Blood.
Not fresh in one place—spread unevenly across your sleeves, your hands, your front like you’d been somewhere you shouldn’t have been for a very long time.
Your pulse spiked.
“What…?” Your voice cracked.
Your phone was gone.
No lights. No buildings. No apartment.
Just trees.
Endless forest stretching in every direction, thick enough to swallow sound.
You turned slowly, unsteady.
That’s when you saw it.
Through the gaps in the trees—far off, half-hidden by darkness and distance—was a massive estate.
Old. Imposing. Lit faintly in places that didn’t look welcoming so much as watchful.
You didn’t know where you were.
But something deep in your gut tightened anyway.
Like your body recognized it before your mind could.
sunshine!reader x Titus Danforth where she walks into that cursed mansion acting like it isn’t haunted by generations of rich psychopaths and titus is immediately like oh this girl is going to die if i don’t physically keep her attached to my side.
like reader is all soft smiles and sleepy “good mornings” and wandering around barefoot at night meanwhile titus is losing his mind every time she disappears for more than five minutes because she has NO idea what kind of monsters live in that house 😭
and he tries so hard to stay distant at first. cold looks. clipped warnings. grabbing her wrist and pulling her away from locked doors with a rough “don’t go in there.”
but the tension??? insane.
because reader keeps noticing the little things. the way he always stands too close behind her during dinners. the way his hand lingers on her waist when he moves her out of danger. the way his voice drops lower whenever he tells her to stay in his room at night “for her safety.”
and GOD the first time she sneaks into his room after another nightmare from the chanting downstairs???
titus opening the door half dressed, exhausted, blood still staining his cuffs, only to completely freeze when she quietly asks if she can stay with him tonight because she doesn’t want to be alone 😭
this man trying SO hard not to touch her while she’s curled against his chest in his bed but the second she grabs his hand in her sleep he’s done for. absolutely finished.
and then after she accidentally witnesses one of the rituals and comes back shaking and terrified??
titus snapping. grabbing her face with both hands, checking her over like he needs proof she’s alive before pressing his forehead against hers and breathing out “i told you to stay away from this.” in that low angry voice that’s really just fear.
reader finally kissing him because she’s scared and emotional and he kisses her back like he’s been restraining himself for weeks 😵💫 all rough hands and desperate tension and titus trying to keep control while she’s literally sitting in his lap tugging at his shirt whispering “then stop pushing me away.”
the kind of relationship where every touch feels forbidden because the entire house is rotten and cursed but somehow they keep crawling back to each other anyway.
Titus Danforth wasn’t built for normal people feelings.
That was the first thing everyone in the hotel learned about him.
He walked through life like rules were optional — reckless, violent when he wanted to be, cruel just because he could. Every headline about the Danforth family painted him as unstable, arrogant, impossible to control, and honestly? They weren’t wrong.
Titus liked being feared.
He liked watching people fold under pressure. Liked the attention, the money, the chaos. Relationships never lasted because eventually people realized there was something deeply wrong with him beneath the charm and expensive suits.
Everything always came back to Titus.
Until you.
You were just supposed to be another hotel employee glaring at him from behind the front desk. Another person annoyed by his attitude and sick of cleaning up the messes he left behind every time he swept into town like a hurricane.
Instead, you became the only person who didn’t seem impressed by him.
You rolled your eyes at his flirting. Told him off when he was rude. Refused to act intimidated when everyone else practically scattered out of his way.
And for some reason, Titus couldn’t stop thinking about you after that.
Which pissed him off more than it should have.
Because suddenly he was noticing stupid things. The way you bit the inside of your cheek when you were irritated. The look on your face when you laughed with other staff members. How you’d go soft for exactly two seconds before remembering you hated him.
He didn’t understand why he cared.
Titus was used to obsession in the ugliest form possible — possessiveness, violence, control. Wanting someone usually ended with blood on his knuckles and another disaster for the Danforth name to bury.
But this?
This felt humiliating.
He’d show up at the hotel pretending he just needed a room, only to spend hours lingering near the desk trying to get a reaction out of you. Picking fights with you because at least anger meant you were paying attention to him.
And the worst part was how obvious it became that underneath all the arrogance and insanity, Titus genuinely liked you.
Not in a normal way, obviously.
In a dangerous way.
The kind where he’d come back from one of his family’s violent disasters covered in bruises and immediately look for you first. The kind where he’d grab your wrist during an argument and stare at you like he was fighting the urge to ruin both your lives just to keep you close.
Because Titus Danforth had spent his entire life believing he was incapable of loving anyone more than himself.
Then you looked at him like there might still be something human left in him.
And suddenly he became terrifyingly desperate not to lose that feeling.
Just imagining Titus with a sunshine reader, but his sister doesn't like her especially with a new hunt coming up, so she tries everything even sabotage or making up stuff reader never said, and he gets mad at reader and Ursula sets titas up with some she can control and when reader finds out she ends up going crazy like titas would if the roles were reversed.
⭒ Jack Abbot ⭒ Part 02 ⭒ Part 03 ⭒ Part 04 ⭒ Part 05 ⭒ Part 06 ⭒ Part 07 ⭒ Part 08
The Things I Notice | @abbotafterhours
Jack Abbot notices things. Especially when they're involving you.
The Abbott Incident | @/abbotafterhours
reader spends most of her time in the hospital lab fighting broken analyzers and secretly admiring Jack Abbot from afar, until one misunderstanding brings them face to face.
one of your lines | @/abbotafterhours
You flirt with jack every shift like that's what you spent years in med school studying for. When you overhear a conversation between him and another attending, you decide to pull yourself together and face the music - no amount of one sided love would ever change your relationship. At least, that's what you think.
you can find her at the med tent | @/abbotafterhours
You've convinced Jack to join you at the med tent at a local music festival this weekend. Your event organiser friends are really hoping to get you set up with someone this weekend, too bad they weren't looking right infront of them.
between blood and daylight | @/abbotafterhours
you and jack built a life in the spaces between shifts, but when pittfest turns into a mass casualty, you're forced to find each other again in the aftermath
Stay | @/abbotafterhours
after months of something not quite defined, jack ends up on the other side of the trauma bay, and you realise what you could lose if you never say it out loud.
Where the Hell Is My Husband? | @imaginesofwonder
It was supposed to be date night… but Jack was nowhere to be seen.
Mistaken Identity | @/imaginesofwonder
In the chaos of a mass-casualty call, your badges get swapped, leading to a quiet, loving moment with Jack as you switch them back.
Yes, Ma'am | @/imaginesofwonder
During a normal emergency department shift, you and Jack disagree on a treatment plan.
Acquired Taste | @/imaginesofwonder
Robby doubts your place in Jack’s life, thinking you’re with him for the wrong reasons, but when Jack is hurt, your love and devotion change his perspective.
High Alert | @/imaginesofwonder
A normal ER shift takes a highly unexpected turn when a patient’s homemade brownies hit a little too hard
Semper Fi Masterlist | @hirukochan
Jack Abbot finds himself feeling oddly protective over the new night shift attending.
He tells himself it's natural. You were the young widow of a Marine, a military spouse who brought the greatest sacrifice for her country - your husband. He watched you push on with gritted teeth, haunted by your own demons and trauma, all for the little girl depending on you. It was only natural. Any serviceman would feel an obligation towards your well-being. Any serviceman would want to know you were safe... happy… So how come, he can't help but feel like he is stealing another man's life?
Easter Bunny | @novaleeabbot
Jack enjoys flirting with the night shift’s newest nurse.
Jack Abbot Loves His Pregnant Wife! | @/novaleeabbot
Peanut | @rr-after-dark
Hosting your Halloween party turns into a visit to the ER when you discover an adult-onset peanut allergy.
Family Secret | @/rr-after-dark
You've managed to keep your relationship and family with Dr. Jack Abbot private from his work for an entire decade. But your last pregnancy doesn't seem to care about that as you get brought to PTMC for an emergency delivery.
dumb love | @inkydelusions
as you reclaim your power by silencing your toxic ex during a trauma intervention, your firm professional boundaries leave jack convinced your connection is purely casual, even as he realizes he has fallen hard for you.
hoola hoop | @/inkydelusions
when you first heard of code hoola hoop you’d whished you’d never have to use it, but the pitt is full of surprises. when jack abbot finds you on the hospital roof, defeated and hurt, he makes the decision to change both your lives for good.
just one single glimpse of relief | @/inkydelusions
after years of loss, you finally bring your daughter to this world to find the healing you’ve both earned. meanwhile, jack settles into his new role as a devoted girl dad.
something med school didn’t cover | @/inkydelusions
when the doors of the pitt swing open to reveal you on the gurney, dr. jack abbot’s world shatters, forcing him to fight for two lives he didn’t know were at stake
warm wool and sandalwood | @/inkydelusions
your neighbors are remodeling their entire apartment, which messes up with your sleeping schedule. jack offers you a escape from the nightmare of drils and hammers.
Public Profession | @drjohncarters
when an ob consult flirts with you, jack decides to make your relationship status very clear.
On the Clock | @/drjohncarters
jack interrupts your dinner plans when he calls you into work. when he tries making it up to you on the rooftop, someone new finds out about your relationship. can be read as a companion piece to sergeant, md!
Officially Growing Up | @boiohboii
Jack tried to prepare his daughter for her first period. As a doctor and as a father. But alas, she still needs her dad with her. And maybe an adult girl on her side.
PTMC, but make it GenZ | @/boiohboii
Raining Cats | @morguesiren
on your way home from the store, you find an abandoned kitten under a car hiding from the rain, and you bring it home, to your husband’s surprise.
The Proposal | @/morguesiren
the three times you and jack thought about marrying one another - and the one time he finally asked you to marry him.
wife!reader and dad!jack | @/morguesiren
wife!reader and dad!jack come to the hospital when their daughter gets injured.
Co-Parenting | @/morguesiren
you and jack might have gotten divorced, but you still have to manage your six-year-old daughter, despite neither of you really being over one another.
i. fourth of july, pt 02 | @itsaintmebabe
as the emergency department staff prepare for a mass casualty event, a teenage girl is rushed in after suddenly having seizures at a water park. as the trauma team works quickly to stabilize her and gather information from her frightened friend, they discover that the patient is Jack’s daughter.
jack abbot x daughter! reader
HEAT WAVES | @peachyparkerr
jack abbot and the pretty young nurse he can't seem to get away from. it's only a matter of time before he can't help himself.
In which Jack shares a rare morning with you after a night shift. You say you're in a hurry. Too bad he's a pleaser.
Dad!jack | @cartersway
Jack is the best father to his unborn child, but it’s a even better husband to his wife.
a mans touch | @pope-codys
when your baby won't stop crying, you bring her to the Pitt and get help from a very handsome doctor
human touch | @/pope-codys
you make another visit to the pitt when your baby won't stop crying, and jack suggests meeting up when he's off shift
Oops | @/pope-codys
it's the 4th of july and you hear that your boyfriend jack has come in with an injured SWAT guy and a gunshot wound for himself. but no one knows he's your boyfriend
Your Favourite Doctor Abbot | @writingismycardio
Pieces of the domestic married life with your favourite doctor Abbot.
Stay. Please | @/writingismycardio
You host a dinner party for your friends and Jack stops by only for him to stay for the night. And maybe finally forever.
THE ICING ON THE CHARTS | @swirlzpitt
when baker!reader gets woken up at 2 in the morning with a complaint from her sweet baby about a stuffy nose and a case of the sneezies, she brings her to the er, down the block from her bakery- meeting your customer crush, jack abbot- black scrubs, blue glove, silver hair, and delicate hands taking care of your sleepy daughter
She’s My Wife | @petalsforjoy
No one knows at the Pitt that Jack is married. They finally get to meet her…when she walks in as a patient. She cut her finger needing stitches. Jack can handle blood and chaos what he cannot handle is his wife on an ER bed.
Breathe (3:15) | @emotionallyintubated
Coming Home, part 2, part 3, part 4 | @/emotionallyintubated
The “Veteran!Jack Abbot x Veterinarian! Reader” Masterlist | @midnightgardentales
Common Mistake… | @/midnightgardentales
Y/N might just be “the one”, so it’s only right that she finally meets Jack’s work family…
Common Situation… | @/midnightgardentales
When Y/N’s trip is delayed, Jack wants to squeeze in more time with her. But watching her bf share war stories with a woman who “just gets it”, isn’t exactly the night Y/N had in mind…
Hopeless.. | @/midnightgardentales
It’s Valentine’s Day at the Pitt! And amongst all the emergencies flooding in, Jack Abbot is faced with the biggest one: asking out his co-worker…
Back on His Feet | @optimisticplb
After losing his leg in the war, Jack Abbot begins the long work of learning to walk again. The only problem is that somewhere between the bad days, the victories, and the parallel bars, he falls in love with the one person helping him stand.
godlight masterlist | @robinavich
working as in house counsel means you’ve become very acquainted with jack abbot and his little scrawl of a signature. god help him.
eight years, apparently | @solaceinruin
The entire ER thinks his wife isn’t real. They’re wrong.
Helping Hand, pt 2 | @rynwrites4fun
On your first flight with your six month old daughter, you struggle to get her to settle. That is until the man seated beside you, Jack Abbott, steps in to help.
The Bet | @brieeee02
Reader and Jack have been married for three years and only Robby knows. When Princess finds out you’re married, she goes to Ahmad to start the betting pool.
The Bet: Double or Nothing | @/brieeee02
You and Jack have been trying for a baby for a few months now, after losing hope, you finally see the two lines you’d been waiting you. Trying to keep it a secret from your coworkers, one slip up leads you in revealing your secret— which then starts another betting pool.. or two.. or three.
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the second one | @alinathinkstoomuch
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give it till april | @vanillapjm
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The way he loves you | @yawnlovescookies
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I Can’t Pretend | @/voidsagent
after jack gets hurt on shift, you find yourself having trouble pretending whatever is going on between you is just casual anymore.
𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 (𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧) | @/cryonme
a failed marriage, a traumatic brain injury, an old emergency contact, and a love that doesn’t give up.
BABY-SHARK | @/lovebugism
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old bets | @/bitters-n-sweets
an old bet has accidentally resurfaced and you question where you stand in your relationship with Jack.
dating jack abbot and you also work in the same ER. | @/bitters-n-sweets
Jack Abbot x Single Mom!ER Nurse!Reader | @/titus-danforth
Jack Abbot is the dad that stepped up for the sweet little girl who is the daughter of his favorite ER nurse- having been a part of her life since she was a newborn. How does he not fall for her mom?
summary: you're at evan's final game of the season, only the night doesn't go according to plan.
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a/n: me after making every professional in my stories women<333 this chapter was fun to write and it got away from me, hope that's okay hehe. enjoy<33
warnings: evan get's hurt :/, no use of y/n, fem!reader, race inclusive!reader, barely proofread (too long ://)
It’s the last game of the season, and you feel the cold from the metal seat beneath freezing you to the bone. You’re wearing a jacket over Evan’s jersey, but even with your layers, the absence of sun in the sky paired with the harsh wind is making you shiver. Even so, you can’t take your eyes off of him on the field. He looks so good, so large as he runs across the field, dodging and tackling other players as he goes. It makes your stomach churn as you try to warm your hands with your breath, hands cupped around your mouth as you blow steady breaths onto your frigid skin.
In between the third and fourth quarter, while Evan is standing at his team’s bench, he takes his helmet off and looks up to you sitting right behind the bench, giving you a wink. You feel every hint of cold leave your body as you smile back at him, your entire body heating up now that his attention is on you. You blow him a quick kiss, laughing to yourself when he catches it with one hand, keeping his hand low so his teammates don’t see it and tease him, again.
His friend Owen, however, does see, and he chuckles as he nudges Evan’s shoulder. You know Owen more than any of the others, and while you’re still not particularly close with him, you send him a smile as he looks up at you and shakes his head with a laugh. Owen has grown to like you; he likes seeing Evan happy, almost as much as he likes to tease him about being “whipped.”
You bite your lip as the fourth quarter starts. They’re down by a couple of points, and you’re hoping that they can turn it back around. You know how much Evan loves his team, and you can’t imagine how it would feel for him to lose the last game he ever plays for your school. His team is playing well, as far as you can tell, and they finally score another touchdown, now only two points behind the other team.
You’re blowing hot air against your hands once again when you see Evan get tackled, hard, and you inhale a sharp breath, one hand clapping over your mouth while the other clutches your chest. You feel tears welling up in your eyes as you see his head bounce off the ground, your ears ringing as everyone around you lets out sounds of sympathy. You watch anxiously, holding your breath as you wait for him to move, praying to anyone that will listen that he can get up and walk it off. You knew football could lead to this, but you never imagined how it would actually feel to watch someone you know injured and lying unmoving on the field.
You feel a tear roll down your cheek as you see medics running onto the field, and you have to resist every urge to race down onto the field and make sure he’s okay yourself. You let out a shaky breath when you see Evan’s hand move up and lift off his helmet, but it doesn’t do much to calm your nerves as the medics help him limp off the field slowly. You leave your seat quickly once he disappears from your view, racing down to the locker room where you assume they’ve taken him.
Your heart drops to your stomach when you see an ambulance pulling up to the back doors of the stadium, right outside the locker rooms. Your eyes meet Evan’s as he’s wheeled out from the locker room doors to the ambulance, and he gives you a sheepish, yet dazed, smile.
“Oh my god, Evan. Are you okay?” you ask, having to raise your voice at all the noise coming from the stadium, the game having been resumed.
“I’m okay, princess. I’m tough.” he tells you, but he seems a little dizzy, his head lolling to the side as they wheel him along the walkway. Once you make it to the ambulance, a paramedic tells you that you can’t go in the ambulance unless you’re family. You huff, biting your lip as another tear falls from your eye. Seeing Evan in the back of an ambulance is something you never want to have to see again.
“Meet me there. Take the jeep. The keys are in my bag in the locker room.” he tells you, resisting the urge to fight against the paramedics and go to you. All he wants is to calm you down and wipe your tears, but he knows the pain radiating from his body means that he should just let the paramedics take him to the hospital. You nod, mumbling a quick “okay, okay” right before a paramedic closes the doors and tells you which hospital they’re taking him to.
You hesitate going into the locker room at first, but since there’s still a few minutes left in the game, you’re confident there won’t be anyone else in there. You sigh in relief when you see that all the lockers have numbers on them, thankful you don’t need to open every single locker to find out which one is his. You grab his bag from your locker and take it to the jeep, just so he won’t have to come back and grab his stuff. You find the keys in his bag as you jog to the jeep, and get in quickly, hands shaking slightly as you start to drive to the hospital.
You sit under the harsh fluorescent lights in the emergency room, hand holding tightly onto Evan’s as you wait for the doctor to come into the room. Your leg is shaking anxiously, and you’re chewing on your lip as you keep your eyes straight ahead of you, mind completely zoned out as you think about everything.
Evan is pretty sure he has a concussion; he’s had them before, and he knows how they feel. He’s had his x-rays done, and now you’re waiting for the results.
“Princess, I’m fine. You really don’t have to worry this much, as much as it flatters me.” he teases you softly, pulling you out of your own mind. You turn to him with an absentminded smile, finally looking at him as your eyes become focused again.
“I have to worry about you, you’ve been too calm about this.” you tell him, leaning your forehead against his shoulder. He smells like a mix of sweat and grass, but you don’t care. All that matters to you right now is that he’s here, and he’s okay.
“I’ve been in hospitals before, I’ve had a concussion before. I’ll be good as new in a week or two.” he tries to reassure you, reaching up and forcing your head back. He cups your cheek in his hand as he looks into your eyes, hoping that this will settle your racing heart.
“This is your second concussion, they’re usually worse. And you hurt your ankle. You’ll be lucky if it’s not broken.” you tell him, getting slightly frustrated as he tries to brush his injuries off. If you weren’t so goddamn worried about him right now, you’d probably be yelling at him for thinking his pain doesn’t matter.
“But I’m still here. And it’s the last game anyway, so I won’t be missing anything.” he tells you, and you huff softly at his words. You know he’s right, but you’re so on edge that you feel like you can’t be reasoned with. You’re about to respond when the doctor finally enters the room. Your head snaps in her direction, and you can feel Evan squeeze your hand, but you stay focused on her as she begins to speak.
“Well, your ankle isn’t broken. It’s pretty severely sprained though, so you’ve gotta stay off of it for a few weeks. It’s pretty safe to say you’ve got a concussion as well, so I want to keep you overnight, just because it’s your second one. Wanna make sure you’re alright.” she tells him, although her gaze moves between the two of you as she speaks. While you’re relieved his ankle is only sprained, you don’t like the idea of having to stay overnight for his concussion, even if it is just a precaution.
You stay close to him as he makes his way to his room on crutches, wincing when he does, flinching when he does, as if you can feel his pain. Once you’re both in the room, he’s freshly showered and changed, and he’s lying somewhat comfortably on the uncomfortable hospital bed, you lean over him, kissing him softly.
Once you pull away and sit down in the chair beside the bed, you pull out his phone, which was also in his bag, and smile as you read the text from Owen.
“We won. 32-29.” you tell him, happy that the game ended well, at least. He smiles, but he feels a hint of sadness. He hates that he missed the last few minutes of his final game, although having you here beside him and doting on him, still wearing his jersey, is definitely a good way to make up for it. “Hoped that we’d win. Didn’t want your last game to be a total loss.” you speak quietly.
His heart swells at your confession. He already knows how sweet you are, how much you care about him, but this makes his heart race. He grabs your hand, urging you to stand and lean over him again. His hand moves from yours to the back of your neck, humming softly as you part your lips and allow his tongue to slip into your mouth. You pull back after a moment, cheeks hot, realizing that you’re still in a hospital room, beeping and quiet chatter floating into the room through the open door.
“I wish I didn’t have to miss the last few minutes.” he says softly once you pull away. Your eyes soften at his words, and you frown, your heart clenching.
“I’m sorry.” you whisper, cupping his cheek and running your thumb across his skin. You get an idea, remembering what you had planned for after the game and smile cheekily. Leaning down to whisper in his ear.
“Would it make you feel any better if I said I was wearing a matching set in your team colours?” His body stiffens at your words, and you’re met with furrowed brows and eyes full of desire as you pull back to look at his face.
“No, it absolutely does not. I can’t do anything about it in here.” he tells you roughly, fighting the urge to pull you onto his lap. You giggle softly, rolling your eyes. He’s so easy to tease.
“I’m sorry.” you whisper again, leaning down to give him another quick peck. As you’re about to sit back down on the chair beside his bed, he shakes his head, tutting softly.
“Come here. If you’re gonna stay, you’re not sleeping on a chair.” he tells you sternly, and you don’t have the heart to argue. He’s injured, after all. You lay on your side beside him, resting your head on his chest and throwing your arm over his torso. It’s a bit of a tight squeeze, but you make it work, staying as close to him as possible. His thumb runs across your shoulder as his eyelids grow heavy, feeling his fatigue creeping in from the football game and the anxiety of having to be lifted off the field.
It doesn’t take long for either of you to fall asleep, and while Evan sleeps soundly the entire night, you can’t help but wake up every hour or so, making sure he’s still okay.
The next morning, you both get ready to leave, and are sitting in his room eating crappy hospital food when the doctor comes in.
“Alright, you should be fine to go home now. You know the drill, no sports, lots of rest. Stay off that ankle and give your body some time to heal.” she tells Evan sternly, as if she knows how stubborn he is. You figure since she works at the hospital closest to USC, she’s seen a lot of the sports related injuries from the school, and knows how most guys like Evan are.
He nods, giving her a begrudging “alright, fine,” but he’s smiling softly, looking between the both of you. When she turns to walk out, you follow her, wanting to know if his concussion is worse than he’s letting on. You’re not very familiar with them, so you just want to make sure.
“Excuse me. I just wanted to ask about his concussion. Is there anything I should know about it? Is it something I should worry about? He’s not telling me much.” you ask nervously, and she turns to look at you with a soft smile.
“He should be fine, as long as he lets himself heal. It’s a little worse since it’s his second concussion, but from what I hear, he didn’t get tossed around too badly.” she tries to reassure you, and you nod, biting your nail anxiously.
“Just make sure your boyfriend doesn’t try to do anything too strenuous while he’s healing. He looks like the type to try to push himself too far before he’s fully healed.” she tells you, and you laugh softly, nodding as you tilt your head to the side.
“Oh, he is. I’ll try my best.” you tell her seriously, a hint of a smile still on your face. You were already planning on having to force him to take it easy, knowing he’ll try to brush it off.
“He’ll listen to you, I’m confident in that.” she tells you, nodding towards him. You turn, seeing him staring at you through the door. You laugh softly, feeling your cheeks grow hot as you see his lovesick expression, as if silently pleading for you to come back in, eyes barely focused as he looks over your body.
“I hope so.” you tell her, smiling as she laughs. She gives you a soft good luck before she turns and walks away. You shake your head and make your way back into the room, giving Evan a smile as you make your way to the side of his bed.
“You ready to go?” you ask, then lean down to press a soft kiss to his lips. He hums against your lips, mumbling a “yes” as he happily returns the kiss. When you pull away, he starts to get up while you grab his bag, still feeling uneasy as you watch him grab his crutches and start to head towards the door.
Once you get to his jeep, he tries to tell you he’s good to drive, but you shut him down quickly and tell him to get in the passenger seat. He sighs, muttering to himself as you help him into the jeep, and once he’s in, you take the crutches and put them in the back.
It’s a short, and relatively quiet drive, as Evan looks out his window and you keep your attention on the road. He’s secretly enjoying being in the passenger seat for once, he likes watching you drive his jeep, he feels strangely possessive over you like this. When you get to his house, you grab his crutches and help him out of the car, which is difficult, as he loses his balance with only one good leg and almost topples onto you. The walk inside is easier, as he’s able to use the crutches, and when you get him into his room, you watch as he lays down slowly. Once he’s settled, you smile softly, and move to sit beside him on the bed.
“Okay, I’m gonna go to my place and get some clothes and stuff so I can stay here for a couple days. Need anything before I leave?” you ask him. He sighs, shaking his head.
“Princess, you really don’t have to do that. I’m fine.” he tries to argue, but you cut him off, giving him a look as you tilt your head to the side.
“You’re on crutches, and you have a concussion. I’m staying here so you don’t do anything stupid. Do you know how scared I was when I saw you lying on that field?” you snap at him. You feel a little bad, but you’re a little sick of him downplaying his injuries, and you can’t help it.
“I’m fine, princess, I promise. Why are you so worried about this?” he asks, his brows furrowed as he takes in your annoyed, and slightly worried, but mostly annoyed expression. He knows you’re not used to being around people playing football, but he’s not sure why you’re being like this when he’s sitting here, perfectly healthy, right in front of you.
“Because I love you!” you practically yell in exasperation. Your eyes widen when you realize what you said. You’ve only known him for three months, and although you definitely do love him, you think it’s also definitely too early to tell him. His expression matches yours as he looks into your eyes, freezing. After a second, a wide grin erupts on his face, and he lets out a breathless chuckle.
“I love you too.” he tells you, pulling you in for a kiss. One hand goes to the back of your neck as he pulls you in, and the other settles on your waist, his thumb running across the exposed skin between your pants and your shirt. You pull back with a wide grin, your head spinning as what he just said sinks in. He loves you too. It isn’t too early.
“Maybe if you’re lucky, I’ll make you some lunch when I get back.” you tell him in a teasing tone. His smile doesn’t falter, but he shakes his head.
“You don’t have to do that just because you feel bad that I’m stuck in bed. Although, I’d appreciate some company.” he teases, licking his lips. Now it’s your turn to shake your head, and you scoff softly.
“I’m gonna take care of you, and that’s final. No more arguing.” you tell him sternly. You lean down to give him a quick peck on the lips before you stand up.
“Yes ma’am.” he says with a smirk, leaning further into the bed to get comfortable as he watches you back up towards the door. With one last eye roll, you’re out the door and making your way to his jeep again. It’s not like he’s going to use it right now anyway, and you really don’t want to lug your stuff the couple of blocks to his house. It’s also freezing today, and you don’t want to weather the cold twice.
You’re met with your roommate when you get up to your apartment. She’s sitting on the couch, curled up in blankets, and she smirks when she sees you looking rather disheveled, and still in Evan’s jersey.
“What did you get up to last night?” she teases, smirking as she sets her tea down on the coffee table. You sigh, shaking your head. You know what she’s getting at, but you’re far too tired to humour her for a second.
“Evan got hurt at the game last night. Had to go to the hospital.” you murmur, walking over to the couch and plopping down beside her, eyes trained on the reality show that’s playing on the TV. She lets out a surprised gasp, and reaches for the remote to pause her show before she turns to you and gives you a look. Clearly, your very real drama is more interesting than the fake stuff she has on.
“Is he okay? What happened?” she asks, anxiety written across her face. She’s not close to him or anything, she’s only met him a couple of times in passing, but she knows how much you like him. You nod, starting to explain the entire night to her, and she nods along, humming and gasping every now and then.
After a little while of venting, you finally get up and make your way to your room. You shower first, then pack your bag with a few days worth of clothes. You figure since it’s only a 10 minute walk anyway, you don’t see a reason to pack for any more than that.
You go to the kitchen next and grab one of your reusable grocery bags, figuring it would be easier to bring ingredients from your house than go get groceries on the way to his house. You decide to make some soup for him. Even though he’s not sick, your mom used to make this soup for you when you had a cold when you were little, and it’s an easy recipe that he’ll be able to eat for a few days if you don’t have time to cook again.
You don’t have a few of the ingredients, but you figure with a house full of student athletes, someone must have chicken in their fridge. Once everything is packed, you say a quick goodbye to your roommate, and head downstairs with all your bags.
You’re met with all three of his roommates in the kitchen when you walk through the door with the bags dangling uncomfortably from your arms. You smile sheepishly as you drop your bags on the kitchen counter, and all of their eyes drop to the bag full of food.
“You doing his shopping too? He’s gotta get injured more often.” one of them jokes. You laugh softly, shaking your head, your cheeks growing hot.
“I brought some stuff from home. I’m gonna make some soup. Do any of you have chicken I could use? I’ll replace it?” you ask, looking between the three of them as you start unloading the ingredients from the bag.
“Or, you can use my chicken, and I can have some?” another replies, a hopeful look in his eyes. He can see all the items you’re about to use, and he’d be lying if he said it doesn’t look like it would be delicious. You laugh softly, shrugging.
“Deal. Could you grab it for me, please?” you ask, starting to root around his cupboards, trying to find cutting boards and knives and a big pot. You turn your head as you hear pots and pans clanging, seeing one roommate grabbing the chicken, another grabbing you a pot, muttering something about helping in return for some soup, and the other standing there, frowning.
“Can I have some too?” the one standing still asks, and you chuckle, nodding.
“You’re really that desperate for someone to cook for you?” you tease, washing off the veggies you brought as his roommates set up the kitchen. While you’re not that surprised that they’re begging for food, it still makes you laugh regardless. They all nod in agreement as they shrug, and you roll your eyes.
“Alright. It’ll be ready in an hour.” you tell them, and they all smile widely, thanking you before trailing out of the kitchen and to their rooms.
You hum softly as you move around the kitchen, chopping and dropping things into the pot. You’ve gotten more used to being in his house, and although you’re not especially close to his roommates, you’re friendly enough with them. So much for Evan being able to have leftovers for a few days. With four athletes in the house, you’re sure it’ll be hard enough for you to get a bowl once they have theirs.
Once the soup is prepared, and you’re letting it simmer, you start to search the kitchen again, smiling to yourself when you find some buns in the cabinet. You don’t know whose they are, but you figure since they’re all getting some of the soup, they won’t care. You cut up the bread and get some garlic bread prepared, then set a timer for when you should put the garlic bread in the oven.
You finally make your way to Evan’s room, a smile returning to your face as soon as his eyes are on you. You walk over to his bed and sit cross legged beside him, looking over at the random show playing on his TV.
“Thought you left me.” he says in a teasing tone, grabbing your hand and bringing it up to his lips.
“I told you I was gonna make you lunch. I somehow got roped into making all your roommates lunch, too.” you tell him with a quiet laugh, rolling your eyes. He chuckles as well, shaking his head.
“Of course you did. You’re too sweet.” he says, looking up at you with twinkling eyes. You tilt your head to the side, looking down at him.
“I had to borrow some ingredients from them. It’s the least I could do.” you tell him, moving to lay beside him, propped up on your elbow as you lay on your side.
“Yeah, whatever. But I’m not sharing you anymore with them.” he teases, and it’s now that you notice the sleep in his eyes. He’s definitely had a nap while you’ve been gone, and you’re not sure why it makes your heart swell. At least he’s taking his health seriously and resting.
You laugh softly and roll your eyes, rolling onto your back.
“Okay, fine.” you say in an exasperated tone, laugh getting louder when he rolls over and places a kiss on your neck.
“No, not ‘okay, fine.” You’re all mine.” he says in your ear. Even though he’s teasing, he can’t help but feel a little possessive of you. He pulls back after a moment, looking deeply into your eyes. “I love you.” he speaks in a quiet voice, his tone serious. You smile, then bite your lip as you nod.
“I love you.” you tell him, voice just as serious. You lean in to capture his lips in a deep kiss, and only pull away when your alarm goes off for the garlic bread. You jump slightly as you back up, then stand up with a groan. You tell him you’ll be right back and then you walk to the kitchen. You hum happily when the smell of your soup hits you, and you’re carefully putting the garlic bread into the preheated oven when Evan comes limping into the room on his crutches.
“Smells good, baby. Is it almost ready?” he asks, trying to sit on one of the kitchen island stools.
“You shouldn’t be up.” you tell him once you turn around. You walk over to him and urge him to get up from the chair he had finally gotten settled at.
“Princess, I’m fine. I can sit here for a few minutes.” he says with a sigh, but you shake your head. You pull on his arm, forcing him to stand up.
“You have to elevate your ankle. Especially during the first 48 hours. You’re gonna sit on the couch.” you tell him sternly. You keep a hand on his back as he moves to the couch slowly, then grab his calf and pull his foot up onto the couch, forcing him to have his legs outstretched across the cushions.
He blushes as he watches you, but he feels slightly guilty at how much you’re doting on him. He’s never felt this cared for, and although he loves that it shows how much you care, he doesn’t want you to think you have to, that he’s incapable or weak.
You jump up again when you hear your alarm go off, making your way to the kitchen quickly to grab your phone off the counter. Once you shut it off, you take the bread out of the oven and turn off the stove. You turn when you hear footsteps in the hall, seeing all his roommates making their way towards the kitchen with hopeful looks in their eyes.
“It’s ready.” you tell them, then move to grab the bowls, filling them all up. You put the garlic bread on one plate, and offer the plate to them as they grab the soup, and they all take turns thanking you happily.
Once they all have their food, they make their way back to the large, slightly wobbly, kitchen table, humming happily as they dig in. You laughed loudly the first time you noticed the state of their kitchen table. They all claimed they had no idea how it got to be in the condition it’s in, but you’re pretty sure you can picture at least one of them doing something stupid when they were drunk and then having to glue the table back together the next day.
You bring Evan’s food over to him, smiling softly when he sits up straighter and thanks you. You sit on the couch with him to eat, not wanting to leave him alone on the couch, and also feeling a little awkward about sitting at the wonky table with his roommates. It’s a little difficult, and you’re sure you’re gonna end up spilling food on yourself, but you persevere. No one talks as they eat, so you turn on the TV to break up the silence. You leave it on the sports channel that you’re not at all surprised it was left on, watching it absentmindedly as you eat.
Once his roommates are done eating, they all make their way over to the stove again, ready to load up a second bowl when Evan speaks in a playful, yet serious tone.
“Hey, hands off! My girlfriend made it so the rest is mine.” You roll your eyes, and let out a laugh as they all groan. They drop their bowls on the counter and start to walk back to their rooms, muttering soft thanks as they go. You hum softly at them, waving them off as you continue eating, then look over at Evan, smirking.
“What? I don’t wanna share my own personal nurse.” he teases, giving you a wink. You fight back a smile as you look down at your food, biting your lip.
“If you actually rest and let yourself heal, I’ll happily be your own personal nurse.” you tell him, a hint of suggestiveness in your tone as you look back up at him. His smirk widens at your words, and he looks you up and down before speaking again.
“Is that a promise?” he asks, raising a brow as his tongue runs along the inside of his cheek. You nod, biting your lip.
“It is.” you say quietly, still having half a mind to make sure his roommates can’t hear this conversation.
“Then I’ll definitely be taking it easy.” he tells you, licking his lips as he sets his empty bowl on the coffee table. He leans forward and grabs your bowl too, which still has a few bites, but neither of you care. He sets your bowl on the table beside his and then grabs your hands, pulling you towards him. You get up on your knees and move to straddle his legs which are still outstretched across the couch, and wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a deep kiss. You giggle softly when he grips your hips tightly, whispering against your lips in a desperate tone.
“God, I love you so much.”
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Based on the end of Season 4. LILA AND FIVE NOT CANON.
Warnings: A N G S T. Not proof read, not time line proofed etc. roll with it :D
A/N: uhm yes hi hello? is this thing on? first time writing fan fic for the umbrella academy woooo!!!!! please please please for the love of GOD let me know if this good, bad, ugly or just straight mid. k thanksssss <3
Word Count: 3.4k
Summary: She's the missing puzzle piece after all.
“Five what you doing?” She asked sternly.
Lila had dragged her family and her children into the runaway train that Five got lost in. Seeing this pristine train was an unsettling sight. They could hear the Durangos roar in the distance. Time was of an essence.
“You’re going with them.” Five spats.
A look of disbelief washes over her eyes. Looking towards the man she’s loved all these years with tears threatening to spill from the corner of his eyes. She wanted to pull him close. Comfort him despite this big manly persona he led everyone to believe.
“No.” She states. Crossing her arms in protest.
Above them the chime of the train departure interrupts their conversation.
“Five, no-“ She’s about to reach out to him when he shoves her roughly. She stumbles into the train car and into Claire.
“No! No!” She screams as the doors begin to close in front of her. Fighting against Claire and Lila’s father, she breaks freak from their grip.
She starts to pound on the glass. Tears streaming down her face as Five lets loose the ones he was holding in. The train starts to move. She’s screaming at the top her lungs now. How could he. How dare he go on this journey alone?
The train starts to speed up. Throwing her off her feet. She lands on the floor and curls into fetal position. Their memories running through her head a mile a minute. Her heart shattered. No more shared moments between the two of them, no more laughter, and love. How could she live in a world were he was a distant memory?
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She’s pulled to her feet by Ronnie. A cherished family friend of hers when the train comes to a halt. She looks around confused at how she got to where she was. Being with Ronnie and Anita’s family, and Claire. Claire was sniffling, holding on to a ripped and crumpled note that read, ‘take care of my daughter.’ Something in her gut told her that Claire was her responsibility now.
That was months ago.
Instead of splitting off into separate lives, Claire made the argument that they had to live close to Ronnie and Anita. Claiming that some weird intuition told her to do so. So, that’s what they did. She bought a condo not far from the home that the Pitts purchased. The condo felt familiar in some odd way. Like déjà vu. This overwhelming sense of love and admiration flooded her senses when they first toured it. She didn’t even need a day to think on. She put an offer in that same hour, and within that same hour it was accepted.
Claire stayed with her, finishing high school and moving off to college. Their goodbye was tearful and heart felt. Claire promised to visit her during holidays so that way she wasn’t lonely. Despite having their friends to visit each year.
During the summer she found a job within the local city library as a librarian. She found peace and solace in the quietness. The smell of books seemed to fill this whole in her heart. She also started therapy during this time. She had these magical dreams about this man. But he really wasn’t a man. He was a man stuck in a young adult body who had magical powers. Him, and siblings all had magical powers. She dreamt of the world ending. The apocalypse beginning. Being stuck in 1963 in Dallas. But, that boy was always by her side.
These dreams felt so real some days. That when she awoke she could’ve sworn that the man she was dreaming of was in her room. Only to fade away with the morning sun. Shortly after the dreams began, she started to receive bouquets of flowers each week. The card only ever reading -MH. She had no idea who, or what that meant. The only possible explanation for the H was Hargreaves. But that couldn’t be possible. Hargreaves was the last name of the man she dreamt of. And he wasn’t real..right?
One particular week, she was gifted these beautiful marigolds, nothing else. She had trouble bringing home the bouquet because of how large this particular one was. She fished around the bottom cabinets of her kitchen to find a vase big enough for them. She filled it up with water and placed them in. Something told her that they needed to be in the bedroom with her. She smiled as she placed them on the other side table. They seemed to glow within the room itself.
That night, was the worst of the nightmares she had. She watched helplessly as the man she seemed to have love and his siblings die. But she wasn’t there fully. Like she was a ghost watching a show. Until the Cleanse seemed to reach up at her. Just as her foot was sucked in, she shot up in bed. Breathing heavy she rose out of bed and went to open the bedroom window to let in the crisp air. Sitting on the bench that adorned the window, something from the shadows down below caught her eye. There was absolutely no way what she was seeing was real. The man she dreamt about was below her in the alley way, looking up to her. He smiled brightly before turning and disappearing into the darkness.
Jumping from the bench she ran to her front door. Grabbing the oversized black coat she wore and slipped on her shoes. She rushed down the stairs in hopes to catch him. Her heart racing with each step. Finally busting out of the back door that lead into the alleyway, she sees what she believes is to be his shadow further down.
“Hey!” she yells towards him. The man briefly looks over his shoulder before making a left. Disappearing into darkness again. She takes a deep breath. This is crazy right? Going after a shadow in the dark? But her gut screamed at her to follow. She had to follow.
Sprinting down the corridor she makes the same left turn he did. She sees his shadow illuminated behind the street lamp that was across the street.
“Hey!” She screeches again as she comes up to the sidewalk.
The man still not saying anything turns, and starts to head down a flight of stairs she didn’t even know was there. Gulping, she makes sure to look both ways before sprinting across the avenue. She stands at the top of the stair case. The man’s back disappearing under the overhang. Debating on whether to follow, she decided to. She had come too far without knowing who the hell he was.
She entered into a train station. Too clean of a train station to be atypical city train station. But, the noise of music and rattling dishes pulled her from her thoughts. Around a corner, bright lights illuminated onto the train station tile to which she followed.
As she turned the corner, a bright neon orange sign read MAX’S DELICATESSEN. It was a diner in the middle of a underground train station. Totally not odd. She opens the door to the diner and steps in. Almost immediately regretting it as multiple heads turn her way. Her breath caught in her throat. They were all him. The man she dreamt about. Scared, she was about to step back when one of them from the middle booth rose in his seat.
“Please! Don’t go,” he shouted. Looking flustered as the others of him in the room snickered at his attempt.
“That’s not how you treat this particular guest Five,” The one behind the kitchen counter spat.
He came out from around the counter. Wiping his hands over the waist apron he wore. She looked at him curiously. After padding down his hands, he stood to attention with a smile.
“Miss, Y/N, your table awaits, follow me please.” He said with a wink. A small giggle arose from her chest. Which caught her by surprise.
“And here you are, coffee, black I’m assuming miss?” The man in the apron asks as she settles into the booth seat where the other man was.
“Yes, how did you know?” She asks. Looking between the two men.
“We know everything about you Y/N,” he said with smile before turning on his heel back towards the counter.
The other man who sat in the seat across from her seemed nervous. He was fiddling away with his thumbs. They sat in silence until the man in the apron brought her fresh cup of coffee.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
She brought the hot cup of coffee to her lips. Taking a brief sip. Her face contorted at the bitterness of the coffee.
“Apologizes, the coffee is shit.” The man in the apron said with a grin before he made his way back over to the counter again.
Groaning, she set down the cup and pushed it aside. With the empty table space in front of her, she clasped her hands together and rested her chin on top of them. Starring towards the man in the booth who had picked up the newspaper he was reading. Clearing her throat, he peaked from over the pages. With her eyes, she signaled to him to set it down. His eyes darted between her and the paper before sighing loudly. Setting the paper aside.
“So-“ The man across from her coughed as he took a sip of his own cup of coffee. His face mirroring that same expression she did before.
“So, who are you?” She asks. Eyes narrowing. She watched closely as the man gulped and tugged at his tie.
“Five-“ he responded.
“Five?” She repeated.
“Five Hargreaves.” The man stated before her.
“You’ve been in my dreams.” She sighed, lowering her hands to the table. Shifting to allow her back to rest against the backboard of the booth.
“I know.” He stated through gritted teeth. It seemed like whoever he was, was having a hard time being there too.
“Why?” She asks with a stale flick of her tongue. She was growing impatient at this point.
“I’m your husband.” Five responded. His expression briefly softening before turning stark cold again.
“I-I’m sorry, what?” She chokes on her words.
“From another timeline.” He continues.
“Oh spit it out mate!” Another Five from behind the counter pipes up. They all seemed frustrated with the one in front of her.
“I’m your husband, I’mean- we’re all your husbands. From different timelines. Different points of existence. Each of us loosing you in some way.” The Five in front of her continues. He brushes the bangs from his face and starts to shimmy off the black over coat he adorned. Too similar to the one she was wearing. She notices a cut on his upper left eyebrow. Taking a alcohol pad she had in one the pockets, she opens it to presumably clean the wound. He coughs, making her look at him, and back down to the pad. Confused on how natural it all felt.
“What do you mean by lost?” She asks.
“You died in my arms on the night we got married.” A Five from one of the corner booths huffs out. Twirling the ring that sat on his ring finger.
“I lost you to a fire,” One of them whispers from behind the counter. The other Fives pat him gently on the back.
“And you?” She asks, turning to the Five in front of her.
“I sent you away.” He bluntly responds.
“This train station that you’re in?” He motions to outside of the diner.
“I pushed you into it with Anita and Ronnie and Claire. To save you from The Cleanse.” His voice drifted off at the last bit.
“The Cleanse?” She asks curiously.
“To much to explain darlin’” A Five from behind her says in a deep southern tone.
“So why am I here?” She questions. Her heart felt whole just seeing the other man in front of her but unsure why.
“I need to get you back to the correct timeline. He’s there, right now, dying with him family. Those are the dreams you’ve been seeing. But I gave him the wrong advice. He didn’t need to die. They didn’t need to die. Youre the final key to stop the cleanse.” Five reaches out from around the table and his fingers graze across her neck. She melts at the touch of his skin on hers, but he pulls forward the chain to her necklace.
It was a Umbrella necklace.
“This necklace,” Five saves slightly tapping the main parts of the umbrella folds that begin to shimmer.
“Has an elixir. It was there in front of me all along.” He sighs.
“But I don’t have any memories of him, of you-“ She starts, and Five puts up his hand to stop her mid-sentence.
“Follow me,” he replies, climbing out the booth and holding out his hands to hers.
She grabs ahold and he pulls her from the booth. Dragging her outside the diner, she can hear the other Five’s say their goodbyes.
Five pulls her towards the train that was mysteriously there now. The doors opening once they were toe-to-toe with the platform.
“I’m not-“ She stutters, looking panickily between the train, Five, and the entrance to the train station. Thinking about Claire.
“He needs you, now more than ever.” Five whispers. He cups her face between his hands. Turning her towards him.
“What are you doin-“ She asks when Five places his lips against her forehead.
Simultaneously, a blue orb of light starts to engulf the two. And a massive headache came along with it.
“Ah-“ She grunts, pulling away from the man before her clutching her head and tumbling into the train.
“Wait, no!” She screams, still clutching her head.
The train speeds up and almost tosses her to her feet. However, the same blue light from mere moments before shots out around her. Unbeknownst to her, her eyes glow as well. A light blue shade, similar to Five’s.
As the train comes to a stop. She regains consciousness. The memories of her life before returning. The love she felt for the man she spoke with flooding her blood stream. Above, she could hear crashing and the sounds of civilians screaming.
“Cmon’” She whispers, jumping and shaking out her hands.
In a full on sprint, she darts out of the train. Just has her feet reach the tiled platform she blips.
Landing roughly on a set of stairs. Groaning from the fact that she just time traveled technically, she can hear the shouts of others in front of her. Her blurred vision coming clear. She gasps at the sight.
They all were being engulfed in the Durango.
“Y/N? What the HELL are you doing here? HOW?” Five shouts. She can see him struggling against the Durango.
“It’s the necklace!” She responds as the Durango screeches overhead.
“It has an elixir that Reginald hid. Bitter old man!” She curses to the skies.
“An elixir? What are you talking about?” Five screams from his spot.
The look of fear and pain was washed over his features and she wanted nothing more than comfort him. But she had a bigger job to do.
Whistling, she grabs the attention of the Durango.
“Y/N NO!” Five cries out.
“I love you!” She screams as she turns on her heels. A full sprint down the corridor and out the front door.
Her heart hurts at the sight of destruction. But the roar of the Durango pulls her from her thoughts and she continues her sprint down the street. Hoping to save them in time. She didn’t care if she died here. Just knowing that her husband and his family was safe from the horrible childhood they had to endure that they didn’t ask for.
After almost a block away, she stops. Cooing at the Durango to come just a little closer. But, one of the tentacles from the Durango captures her at her feet. Struggling against it, she takes a deep breath. Allowing the puss to climb up her legs. Just as it reaches her waist, she yanks the chain from her neck. The Durango was fulling on top of her at this point.
“Come get it asshole!” She screams. Tossing the necklace towards the mouth of the Durango.
The Durango catches it as the puss reaches above her chest. In the distance behind the Durango she can see all of them sprinting towards her. Five ahead of them. Unable to make out what he was saying, she smile brightly at him as the puss was beginning to swallow her neck. Just as she’s about to see her lover one final time, the Durango glows blue. Screeching at the top of its lungs, it explodes. The puss around her shattering and the force of it shoots her backwards. She’s launched into a street light pole, and the world around her goes black.
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She groans as her eyes flutter and try to adjust to the ungodly bright light. Coughing, she tries to move her head around but is met with sharp pains shooting up and down her neck. Softly moving her head to the side, she can see Five in a chair, fast asleep but holding on tightly to her hand. Mustering up all the energy that she could, she squeezes his hand. His eyes fluttering open at the sensation. His hair was longer now, but his features were just as handsome as the day they met.
“Y/N,” Five whispers. Gently caressing the hand he held.
“Where am I?” She asks through a bitter cough.
“You’re in a hospital. We made it.” He laughs quietly.
She grins at his response. The sense of relief washes over her shoulders, lifting some of the pain along with it.
“How did you know?” Five asks from beside her. He had scooted the chair he was in closer to her hospital bed and started to caress her bruised cheek.
“You told me-“ She hoarsely replies.
Five’s gaze softens into confusion when there’s a knock on the door.
“Can we come in?” Luther asks from the door way.
She smiles softly and nods. The rest of the siblings begin to pile into the small room that she was being treated in.
“How long has it been?” She croaks.
“It’s been a year, you were in a coma.” Klaus replies. Sitting next to Five in one of the chairs.
“How did you know I was awake?” She asks.
“Silly goose, I always know.” Klaus jokes with a smile and swat of his hand.
The siblings catch her up on everything that happened while she was out. Expplaining that their powers are gone for good now. That Lila, and Diegos family was back, and Allison had Claire again. None of them remembering their lives in the other timeline.
Five sat quietly beside her, caressing her hand the whole time. At some point in the night, the doctors ushered everyone out besides Five so they could run some tests. Determining that she was able to go home at the end of the week. Time didn’t matter for her at this point.
After everyone had left, they two of them remain in the same position in silence. She could hear her heart beating in her chest. That same sense of overwhelming love that poured from such a small man engulfed her. She couldn’t believe that she had such a devoting husband after all this time.
“You stayed,” she comments with a small smile forming on her lips.
Five was puzzled as he was pulled out his thoughts, and she repeated her statement again.
“You mean everything to me, after that suicide mission-“ Five pauses and lets out a cold laugh.
“I love you-“ She interrupts him as he goes to continue his sentence. Not wanting to hear any bashed talk from the man.
“I love you.” He responds with a half crooked smile.
Patting beside her, she motions for him to join her on the hospital bed. About to protest, she stops him. Sternly pointing to the spot beside her. With a groan, he climbs onto the bed. As he settles into his spot, she lifts her head to place it on his chest. Her hand resting over his heart. Feeling it beat beneath her made her sigh. Knowing for sure they were alive lifted a weight from her shoulders. She smiled as Five places a sweet kiss on the top of her head. Pulling her impossibly closer then she already was.
Appreciative of the fact that they got to keep each other after all.
Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.
Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, One-shot
Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult
This was born from a request I received for Five with a young(ish) woman that won't leave him alone. I have modified a few things, but I hope it still works! ❤️
Five sighed and rolled his eyes when he saw you coming toward him. He had been balancing a bag of dry cleaning in one hand and cup of coffee in the other and was just about to chance blinking inside his apartment instead of using the door when he heard your greeting.
“Damn it,” he muttered to himself, wishing he had just risked spilling his beverage all over his newly pressed suits by disappearing inside. Now he was stuck.
“Here, let me help!” you chirped, jogging up to him.
“No thanks, I’ve got it,” Five argued, but as he did so the bag of clothes nearly slipped from his hand.
“Got it!” you exclaimed with a smile, snatching up the bag.
Five gave a weary smile and another sigh. “Thank you.”
“No problem!”
As Five fished around in his pocket for his key, he tried not to make eye contact with you. Actually, he tried not to have anything to do with you most of the time. You just hadn’t gotten the hint.
“What are you up to tonight?” you asked, and Five could hear the twinge of hopefulness in your voice.
“Oh, you know…the same as usual. Make some dinner, watch Unsolved Mysteries, and go to bed.” He opened the door and took the dry cleaning from you. “Typical old man stuff.”
You nodded as if you knew exactly what he was talking about. You did know, in a way. You knew all about Five’s history, his powers, and his actual age. It’s hard to keep that shit private when your entire life has been broadcast across the world for everyone to witness. Unfortunately, at least from Five’s point of view, you didn’t seem to care.
You bit at your fingernail and looked down at the ground. Five wasn’t about to invite you in, so he waited for an uncomfortable few seconds before speaking up again.
“Ok, well, thanks for your help. Have a good night.”
“Oh…ok,” you said sadly. “Good night, Five.”
As Five stepped inside his apartment and flicked on the light, he draped his bag of suits over a chair, taking a sip of his coffee. He shoved a hand in his pocket and looked around his small, quiet apartment. It wasn’t much; just a shitty one-bedroom with a miniscule kitchen. But that was all he needed. That and to be left alone.
Despite trying to keep a safe distance from you, you had yet to be deterred. Five knew you liked him; it was pretty obvious. Ever since he moved into the building, you hadn’t missed an opportunity to corner him at the mailboxes, or in the hallway. Being trapped in the elevator was the most awkward, so Five tried his best to avoid those encounters by blinking around as much as possible. You always seemed to catch him, though.
It's not that Five didn’t like you. You were sweet, and cute, and he would be lying if he said he wasn’t flattered that you were so into him. The problem was that you were 21 and he was in his late sixties. Old enough to be your grandfather; at least mentally. Physically, he was in your same age range, which he assumed made things very confusing for you. While you did know all about his older consciousness, Five figured you conveniently forgot most of the time. Like when you wore those tiny little running shorts with a sports bra and decided to do some warm up stretches directly in front of his door.
Five wasn’t fully immune to your little come-ons. He still had a pulse, after all. Not to mention the hormones and libido of a much younger man. Still…even after all that he had witnessed and done throughout his life, he had managed to hold onto a couple scraps of morality. And only sleeping with women who were over the age of 30 was a personal rule of his.
He wasn’t sure why he picked that age; it was still more than half of his. But he figured most people’s brains had fully matured by then and it made him feel like less of a sexual deviant. He hadn’t had a date or any hook ups in a while, though. Most nights he just came back to his place and did exactly what he told you he did. Old man stuff.
As he stood there, contemplating all of this, there was a knock at his door. Five rolled his eyes yet again and set his coffee down. When he opened the door, there you were, as he suspected. You looked up at him with nervous eyes that couldn’t quite hold his own while holding two large containers of food and a bottle of red wine.
“Hi, again. What can I do for you?”
“Hi, Five. So, it turns out I made too much food for dinner, so I wondered if you wanted some?” You held out the containers to him. “It’s spaghetti and a salad, and I had this bottle of wine that I thought would go well with it. It’s nothing fancy, but I know you’re alone, so you probably don’t have anyone to cook for you…” Your voice trailed off and you looked away.
Five ran a hand down the back of his neck and looked down the hallway. No one else was around and he was hungry. He reached out to take the food, but left you holding the wine.
“Thank you, that’s really nice of you.”
Your eyes lit up at his compliment and you smiled. “Oh, it’s no trouble at all. I cook all the time, so anytime you want me to make you something, just let me know. I’m pretty good at it.”
Five chuckled. “I have no doubt that you are. It looks great.” He was about to go back into his apartment, when he looked back at your disappointed face. Shit. If he didn’t invite this girl in, he was going to look like a real asshole. He was definitely going to regret this, though. “Would you like to come in and join me for dinner? Looks like you made plenty for both of us.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.”
Five smiled gently and shook his head. “No, you’re not. Come on in.”
After you stepped in, and Five busied himself making plates of food for the two of you, you set the wine on the kitchen table and looked around his place.
“Wow, I’m not sure what I was expecting, but this wasn’t it.”
Five looked up while he opened the wine. “Isn’t it just the same as your place?”
You nodded. “Yeah, it is. Which is why I’m surprised. I thought yours would be a little…”
“Old man-ish?” Five grinned as he handed you the glass of Pinot Noir.
“…sexier,” you answered with a sly grin, taking the glass from him.
Five’s eyebrows raised. “Sexier?”
You shrugged and took a sip. “I don’t know. I expected more black and leather. Like a real bachelor pad, you know?”
“Yeah, that’s not really me,” he said with a quiet chuckle. “I’m not exactly a swinging bachelor these days.”
You cocked your head to the side. “Oh, no? How come?”
Five saw he had backed himself into a corner and he didn’t really want to get into his love life with you, so he cleared his throat and gestured to the table. “Food’s ready.”
As you sat across from one another at Five’s small dining table, the initial awkwardness began to wear off as the wine started taking effect. You became a little bolder in your flirting, and Five was finding he didn’t mind as much as he usually did. By the time dinner was finished, and another bottle of red was opened, you had moved to the living room to continue your conversation. Five sat down on the couch as you plopped in the armchair across from him, tucking your leg up under you, making your shorts slide up your bare thigh. Five couldn’t help but notice, and you caught him in the act.
As you continued your small talk, Five watched as you fidgeted in your chair. Every adjustment of your body seemed to be just for him, and he found his mouth pooling with saliva that he tried very hard to subtly swallow back down. It was wrong, but he couldn’t help it. The smooth, bare skin of your legs, the curves of your breasts, the way your lips looked so damn delicious as you talked. He was in trouble.
“So,” he said, his voice cracking. “It’s getting late.”
You nodded with an upturn of your mouth before standing up and crossing to Five. As you loomed over him, he looked up, his gaze traveling the full length of your body. The wine was giving you more confidence that you normally would have. He looked so damn good, sitting there with his hair a little disheveled from running his hand through it all night, and you weren’t quite ready for the evening to end yet. You reached down, taking his wine glass to set it on the table with your own. When you climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs, and draping your arms over his shoulders, he was shocked into silence.
Your warm groin settled over his lap with your tits pressed against his chest. Breathing harder, his hands automatically came to rest on your hips as he looked up at you. You smiled, your hair framing your face as you leaned in to kiss him.
Five closed his eyes, his grip on you tightening for a second as he kissed you in return. You moaned softly into his mouth, pressing yourself down when you felt him start to harden beneath you. That’s when he woke from his trance and pulled his head back.
“Stop.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Look…I like you, but we can’t do this.”
“Why not?”
“Well, there’s a lot of reasons, but namely I’m way too old for you. And you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk.”
Five rolled his eyes. “Ok, well, I am. And that doesn’t change the fact that I’m about three times older than you.”
“I don’t care.”
“I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but this needs to stop before it goes any further.”
“You’re sure that’s what you want?” you asked, tilting your head to the side and giving just a little push into his crotch.
He shook his head slowly, exhaling a long breath. “No, but it’s what needs to happen. Understand?”
After you reluctantly left, Five cleaned up the kitchen, jerked off in the shower, and went to bed trying very hard not to think of you anymore. Over the next two weeks, he did everything he could think of not to run into you in the building again. He was afraid that not only would it be awkward, but that he would start feeling things he shouldn’t.
The truth was, you had gotten to him. Despite his best efforts, that little stunt you pulled by climbing into his lap had worked. Fuck, had it worked. Not a day went by when he wasn’t imagining what would have happened had he not cut it short. Those firm tits pressed against him and your soft lips against his…shit, he was going insane. He had to keep to his rule, though. You were just too young.
But you did not give up easily. You knew what you wanted and you were determined to make him see you as the adult you really were.
“Five!” you called with a little wave, as you caught him trying to enter his apartment one evening.
When Five saw you, he cursed under his breath. He really did not have the energy to deal with you. He had just gotten back from a job and he was not in the mood for your little antics.
“You can’t keep coming over here like this, I’ve told you that,” Five explained, turning his focus back to the key in the door.
“I just wanted to say hi,” you said with an innocence that he wasn’t buying.
“Yeah, I know what you’re doing,” he grumbled.
You paused. “I’m sorry about what happened before, Five. I understand why you might be hesitant, but you know…”
“What do I know?”
“I am an adult, like I said. You don’t have to keep treating me like I’m a kid.”
“You are a kid,” Five shot back.
You looked up at him with a tiny smirk. “From what I remember, it didn’t feel like you thought I was a kid the other night.”
Five’s jaw set, his teeth grinding together. He wasn’t going to stand there and get made fun of by some girl that was determined to get in his pants, even if he did have the beginnings of a boner when she sat on his lap.
“Just stay away from me, ok?” he snarled. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“Oh, please, Five…I think I can handle—”
Five turned abruptly, his face hard with dark brows pulled together. As he leaned in, his jaw set and body tense, you flinched, but did not break your eye contact.
“You think you can handle me, sweetheart? You have no idea what I’m capable of,” he hissed in your face.
Swallowing, but holding your ground, you nodded. “I can handle you, Five. I’m not scared of you. And if you’d just let me get to know you a little more –"
His laugh was laced with menace as he took another step toward you. You were left staring at one another, neither of you backing down. He was close enough that you could hear his harsh breathing through his nose and smell the faint traces of after-shave. His eyes searched over your face before turning back to his door.
“Get the fuck away from me. Please,” he said quietly.
“I know what I’m doing, I’m not sure why you think I’m so innocent.”
Five looked down and sighed. He was tired of constantly trying to maintain his morality. He was an old man in a young man’s body and he was so damn sick of taking the higher road. Most people thought he was an asshole, and they weren’t wrong. He had a high success rate of keeping the people he wanted out of his life out, and barely tolerating the ones he let in. He was a killer. A trauma-filled nightmare wrapped up in a pretty package. He was not normal, and it was time you knew that.
“Fuck it,” he said out loud to no one in particular. As his eyes locked on yours again, his normally emerald-colored ones became dark.
He continued to take another step toward you, and then another, until you were backed against the opposite wall of the quiet hallway. Overhead, the fluorescent lights hummed as a single fly battled for its life inside one of the fixtures.
“Alright…I will confess, I have been thinking a lot about you lately.”
“You have?”
Five nodded, closing in on you until he was inches from your body; close enough that you could see the faint line of stubble on his chin and hear his deep breathing.
“Specifically…what you would be willing to do for me.”
As his gaze traveled over your body, taking in the tight tank top and miniscule shorts you were wearing, you could almost feel the energy pulsing out of him in waves. It was terrifying and intoxicating, and it had you rooted to the spot.
“What do you want me to do for you?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes, blinking slowly.
“Strip.”
You had been trying to keep up with him. Trying to beat him at his own game. But you sucked in a quiet, yet audible, gasp of air.
“What?”
“I want you naked for me. Now.”
He was still so close to you, his mouth mere inches away from yours, and yet he made no further movement to do anything else. He was trapping you there; playing with his prey for fun. And you weren’t sure if he was going to eat you or let you escape.
“Here?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.
He nodded, his eyes never leaving your face. “That’s right, sweetheart. You think you know me? You think you want me? Then, prove it.”
“What if someone walks by?”
Five shrugged with a grin. He took a step back, allowing you enough room to leave, should you so choose. Again, he made no move to grab you, or touch you in any way. He shook his head, eyeing you pitifully.
“Don’t play games you can’t win. It won’t end well for you.”
When you had nothing to say to that, his demeanor changed again. Back to his normal, tired expression, his eyes and mouth drooped. He said nothing more, but just turned back toward his apartment, and opened the door. After he took a step inside, he heard you clear your throat. Turning around, he was faced with an unexpected sight.
With each slow, deliberate step you took in his direction, you started to strip your clothes away. First your top, lowering the straps over your shoulders and drawing it up over your head. Then your shorts, unbuttoning them before sliding them down your thighs and kicking them to the side. Five seemed frozen to the spot, unable to move and unable to speak. But his eyes followed you with an unmistakable hunger.
As you closed in on him, you were left in your bra and panties. With a small smirk, you reached behind you and undid the clasp of your bra. Slowly peeling it away from your body, you watched as Five’s gaze dropped to your breasts.
“Like I said…I’m not afraid of you,” you said, as you confidently jutted your chin out, along with your chest.
Five’s face flickered with shock, followed by what you could only imagine was lust, before it turned to anger. He grabbed your upper arm, squeezing it hard, before shaking you.
His teeth gritted and bared, he snarled in your face. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
You did your best to pretend you were in full control of the situation. “What you told me to do.”
Five’s eyes roamed over your body for a split second, before they were back on your face. He was angrier than you had ever seen him before. And yet, you had a feeling the anger was just masking something else. Something he didn’t want you to see.
At that moment, the loud ding of the elevator doors rang out, signaling that you would soon not be alone. He looked down the hallway and then back at you. When you didn’t make a move, his jaw tensed even more. Stalking past you to snatch your clothes off the floor, he grabbed your arm again.
“God damn it, get inside,” he demanded, yanking you forcefully through the doorway of his apartment.
As you stumbled your way inside, he continued to grasp your upper arm. He slammed the door behind you and got in your face again.
“Are you stupid?” he growled.
You shook your head. “No.”
“Well, stop fucking acting like it. Jesus!” He let go of your arm, leaving you standing there in just your underwear, while he ran a hand through his hair. “You can’t just go around stripping naked in public places just because someone tells you to. What the fuck?”
You smiled and took a step toward him. “What’s the matter Five? Losing at your own game?”
Five’s breath had become louder and harsher. You could practically see the wheels turning inside his head. He wanted you; you were sure of it. The juxtaposition of desire and restraint was evident in every twitch of coiled muscle and nervous hover of his eyes on your breasts. He had been trying to scare you; make you flee in terror at his aggressive advances. But joke was on him, because you fucking loved it.
Another look of anger swept over his face as he laughed darkly. “Shit. You really do not know what you are getting yourself into here.”
You swallowed nervously. “I don’t care.”
“Well, you should. And you should leave.”
Five continued to bore into you with his intense stare. His dark eyes indicated menace, but his stiff body language gave off something else. Fear. But Five Hargreeves does not give into fear easily. When he feels it creeping in, he turns it into something else. Something mean and ruthless.
When you didn’t make a move to leave, he took a step forward. A half-smirk formed on his lips as he crossed his arms over his chest and tilted his head to the side.
“Alright then…you’ve been warned,” he said pleasantly, right before his voice turned ice cold. “Now lose those fucking panties before I rip them off myself.”
Slowly, and without breaking eye contact, you hooked your thumbs into the elastic waist of your lace panties and pulled them down over your hips, letting them drop to the floor at your feet. You stood perfectly still, allowing him to take you all in while your chest began to rise and fall more rapidly.
You thought you had him this time. How was he going to resist a fully nude woman right in front of his face? But instead of giving in, like you knew he wanted, he gave a small shake of his head. Still holding the clothes you had discarded in the hallway, he stepped forward until he was directly in front of you, smiling derisively. His face was so close to your bare skin, you could feel the warmth of his exhale along your leg as he bent to pick up the pair of underwear. When he walked casually past you in the direction of the living room, your jaw dropped as he opened the sliding glass doors that led to a small balcony, and hurled your clothes outside. You watched in disbelief as they floated briefly on the light breeze before disappearing out of sight; fluttering to the ground, six floors below.
He closed the doors, turning back to you with a satisfied, yet stony expression. He pointed at the door to the hall.
“Get out.”
You paused, your eyes nervously darting toward the door. “What?”
He flicked a piece of hair out of his eyes in indifference. “You said you didn’t care if anyone saw you. So, leave.”
When you continued to stand there, wide-eyed and confused, he snorted and shook his head. “That’s what I thought. I’m not the nice guy you think I am. And I’m certainly not one of your little fucking boyfriends you can manipulate to get your way.” His voice softened somewhat. “I can give you something to wear to go home in, but don’t ever come back here again. This is over, understand?”
After a few seconds of silence, you nodded your head slowly. “I understand.” With a sly smile, you turned, heading for the door, letting Five get a nice long look at your ass in the process. As you reached for the doorknob, you glanced over your shoulder, relishing in his bewilderment as you walked right out the door without a stitch of clothing on.
Out in the hallway, you tried not to panic. You hadn’t really thought out what was going to happen once you had committed to your little act of rebellion. Your apartment was on the other side of the floor, and you had to pass by many nosy neighbors’ places plus the elevators to get there. As you considered your options, your back was suddenly slammed into the wall, Five’s hands gripping your arms again after he appeared in a flash of blue.
“God damn it,” he seethed in your face.
Without another word, you were being ripped through one of his portals, reappearing inside his apartment again. You let out a small cry of surprise as you were flattened against the door, Five’s body pressed against yours.
He surveyed your face one more time, his eyebrows drawn together in torment. “Fuck, why did you do this to me?”
The next few minutes were a blur as Five released everything that he had been holding back in one ferocious attack. His mouth sucking and biting at your lips, his hands fisted tightly in your hair, and his hips jerking into you. Something feral and instinctual was propelling him, and you let him unleash all of it onto you.
With another tight hold on your wrist, you were dragged away from the door and whipped through a second portal, this time landing on his bed with a hard bounce. While you scrambled to sit up, Five had stripped off his shirt and was already unbuckling his belt, the clink of the metal drawing your attention to his hands as they unzipped his fly. Breathing hard through his nose, he looked at you, running a hand through his hair while pushing it off of his forehead.
With his cool green eyes locked on yours, he crooked a finger at you, beckoning you over. You worked your way off the bed, hesitating for just a moment, before closing the few feet so that you were standing directly in front of him.
He leaned down, a hand gently cradling the back of your neck, as he kissed you softly. You thought maybe you were going to see a new, tender side of him. Until he latched a hand onto your shoulder, gripping you hard while pushing you roughly down, forcing you to your knees. As he glared down at you, dark hair framing the sharp angles of his face, one corner of his mouth twitched up.
“You talk a big game, honey, so go ahead. Let’s see that mouth of yours in action.”
He was trying to intimidate you; to show you he was the boss. But you weren’t naïve and you weren’t dumb. There were subtle hints, like the way his breath hitched when he spoke to you, or the slight tremble in his hand as he guided your face up by your chin that gave his nerves away.
With your own small smile and a lick of your lips, you reached up to pull the black suit pants down, taking his boxers with them. Five let out a shaky exhale as his hard cock stood at attention in front of your face. With another coy glance up through soft lashes, you took him into your hand. He was bigger than you would have guessed, and you slowly stroked his thick shaft, pressing your thumb into the underside while following the vein from base to head. When you stretched out your tongue to give a kittenish lick across the tip, he hissed loudly, bringing his hand down to rest in your hair.
“Shit,” you heard him mutter under his breath as you started in.
He didn’t let you work up to it with teasing kisses or circles of your tongue around his dripping head. With one shove of his hand on the back of your head, his dick was down your throat. You let out a clipped groan that ended in a gurgling noise, before he was pulling you back and off again. With eyes wide and already gasping for air, your hair was tugged backward so that you were forced to look up at him.
An eyebrow raised, Five questioned you with a low voice. “Still think you can handle me?”
From your position on the floor, he towered above you like a god, watching as you worshiped at his feet. Your eyes traveled over his sculpted abs, his toned arms and shoulders that flexed with the effort of holding your head back. You took in the scars that dotted his abdomen and thighs; the line of soft hair that trailed from his navel to the main event. He was being rough, yes, but there was something in his eyes that gave him away. Like he wanted so badly to be something else, he just didn’t know how.
You nodded your head in an answer to his question, as his magnificent cock bobbed in front of your face, and you opened your mouth wide.
“Fuck,” he growled from deep in his chest.
Five was losing his mind, he was sure of it. All of his pent-up anger and frustration over his body/mind/age situation was coming to a head; and he was shoving that head directly and violently down your throat. He couldn’t stop it. He didn’t want to stop it. You felt so damn good, with your warm mouth wrapped around him and your tongue sliding over the taught skin of his shaft. As his hips jerked into your face, harder and faster, he watched as you gagged and choked on his dick; saliva building up at the corners of your mouth as you so dutifully let him fuck your face.
His head was thrown back in complete bliss as he unloaded copious amounts of cum directly into the back of your throat, the sheer volume making it pour out the corners of your mouth and dribble down your chin. The rest you swallowed, choking down the steady stream of bitter semen while he moaned above you and fisted your hair even tighter.
As he finally began to relax and the last few twitches of his hips came to a halt, he dared to open his eyes and look down at the sight below him. He had loosened his grip on your hair, allowing his dick to slip out of your mouth. You gasped and sucked in the much-needed air that you hadn’t been getting as he released you entirely. Collapsing onto your hands and knees, you coughed and wiped at your destroyed mouth while Five did nothing more than stare down at you with a kind of horrified fascination.
What had he done?
When you looked back up at him, though, and he saw that devilish smile sneak across your lips, daring him to give you more, he stopped caring. It was clear you were going to let him do whatever he wanted. And, fuck, if he didn’t want to do so many things to you.
“Up,” he commanded, still trying to catch his breath.
He held out his hand for you to take, letting him haul you up to standing. He ran a hand down your cheek and kissed your ruined lips. There was that moment of softness again, and you closed your eyes against his touch.
Five guided you so that you were sitting on the edge of the bed. After another kiss, this time leaving you breathless, he dropped to his knees between your legs. Gripping your thighs in his hands, he roughly pushed your legs apart while pulling you closer to him.
Digging his fingers into your hips, he buried his face into your wet, throbbing pussy, and moaned.
“This wet just from sucking my cock? Fuck, honey, you’re driving me crazy.”
Alternating between long laps with his tongue and sucking at your clit, it was obvious he knew exactly what he was doing as you leaned backward, holding yourself up with your hands flat on the bed. When you dropped your head back, it banged against the wall, but you barely noticed since you were already on the cusp of a strong orgasm.
“Five…” you gasped, eyes clenched shut and biting at your bottom lip. You tried desperately to rock your hips into his face, but his grip was too strong. He was devouring you; eating you out almost viciously, while your palms began to sweat as they pressed harder into the bed. “Five…holy fff-uck…OH GOD!” you screamed as one last, perfect lick sent you reeling. With your entire body shuddering, Five only went at you harder; until you were letting out quiet, pitiful cries, and your thighs twitched against his head.
As you tried to catch your breath, Five finally let up, tearing himself away from your warm deliciousness, and standing up to lean over you. He was just as out of breath as you were, with his mouth shining and lips red. A mixture of your arousal and his saliva pooled obscenely underneath you.
“That was…holy shit…” you tried to get out, but you were cut off almost immediately.
“I’m not done yet. Not by a long shot,” he rasped.
Though only minutes had passed since he had unloaded into your mouth, his cock was hard again. As he rummaged around in a drawer, pulling out a condom, and rolling it on, you scooted back so that you were lying down lengthwise on the bed. There was no more time for rest, though, before Five was climbing on top of you, that look of voracity overtaking him again.
He began to kiss you; hard and insistently while running his tongue over your bottom lip and venturing inside. It was a mixture of intense want and hesitation as he squeezed your ass with one hand and lightly stroked your hair with the other. When he pulled back, he looked deep into your eyes, his hand coming to rest gently on your cheek, his thumb pressing under your chin.
“What do you think, sweetheart? Ready for more?”
With a slow smile forming on your face, you nodded.
“Fuck yeah. Give it to me.”
Five groaned, closing his eyes and dropping his face to your neck. His teeth scraped against your skin as he kissed you fervently while your fingers threaded through his hair. The second you opened your legs for him, he was shoving himself inside. Sucking in a loud breath, he buried his face into your shoulder.
“Fuuuck…you are tight…god, you feel so fucking good,” he moaned pitifully into you.
You threw your head back against the pillow with a loud moan. “Oh my god, I knew your dick would feel amazing.”
He didn’t respond, but he took both of your legs and balanced them on his shoulders, angling your hips up to push his dick in even further. He was buried to the hilt, with his tight balls slapping against your ass each time he drew back and slammed back into you.
Five was gone; completely lost inside his own debauched fantasy. He wanted to fuck you harder and harder until you couldn’t take it anymore. He wanted to make you cry out his name while your back arched off the bed like you were possessed. When his eyes met yours, with the strands of hair stuck to his forehead from the sweat already forming there, you bit your bottom lip and smiled. You knew exactly what you were doing to him, and that made him want to absolutely ruin you.
Smacking your ass hard enough to leave a mark before throwing your legs off his shoulders, Five roughly flipped you over. He forced the side of your face into the bed as he thrust inside you again, stretching your pussy and filling you up with his thick cock. His ragged breath warmed the side of your neck with each punishing drive of his hips against your ass as you whimpered softly.
“Come on, honey, let’s hear it,” he snarled next to your ear. “You’ve been dying for me to pound that sweet little pussy…so let me hear you. I’m not stopping until I get what I want.”
“Fff-iiive,” you sobbed, your fists clutching the bedspread underneath you as he railed relentlessly into you.
“That’s right,” he answered, and you could hear that cocky smirk on his face. “Beg me.”
“Five…please…you feel SO…FUCKING…GOOD!”
The angle of his cock thrusting inside of you, along with his body trapping you beneath him, was more intense than anything you had ever experienced before. You were on the verge of coming; your cries becoming louder while you desperately tried to suck air into your lungs. The sting of his dick drilling inside of you was still not enough to mask the pleasure that was building. It hurt but you still wanted more.
Soon, that inevitable feeling of warmth and tightness formed in your core and you let go with a loud scream that echoed off the walls of his bedroom. Your body convulsed under his as his hips stilled against your ass when he expelled himself one more time. The groan that left him as he came was loud and long, leaving his arms shaking as he held himself over you.
After he was able to move off of you, you continued to catch your breath as you rolled over to face him. Five was kneeling on the bed, chest glistening with sweat and heaving as he flipped his hair out of his eyes. He didn’t say a word, but after a few more seconds, he climbed off the bed to dispose of the condom. You eyed him nervously. You had no idea how he was going to react, or if he was already regretting everything.
After tugging his boxers back on, he sat down on the edge of the bed. “Are you ok?” he asked, his voice tight.
You nodded and sat up. “Yeah, I’m ok, why?”
Five shook his head. “I was way too rough, I shouldn’t have…but you…” he trailed off, his frustration with himself evident. “Look, you got your way. This is done now, alright?”
With a roll of your eyes, you moved off the bed so that you were standing in front of him; the muscles in your sticky thighs aching from the movement. “Get over yourself, Five. We both wanted this, so stop pretending I put some spell on you to make you change your mind.”
He was silent, but he nodded, a brief flicker of a smile forming on his lips. “I’m sorry about your clothes.” He got up to grab a t-shirt from one of his drawers and handed it to you. “You can wear this; it should be enough to cover everything.”
As you worked the too-big shirt over your head, Five pulled his pants back on, zipping them up but leaving the belt hanging open. Reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out a small, balled up pair of women’s underwear. With a guilty smile, he tossed them over to you. “Here.”
You laughed in disbelief. “You stole my panties? What were you going to do with them?”
Five shrugged. “I hadn’t figured that out yet.”
Shaking your head, you looked down at them in your hand. “Such a dirty old man.” Glancing back at Five’s guilty face, you threw them back, and he caught them against his chest. “Keep them. I kind of like the idea of you doing weird things with them.”
Five made no comment, but he tucked them back into his pants pocket with a lop-sided grin. He held out his hand. “Come on, I’ll blink you back to your apartment so you don’t have to go back in just a t-shirt.”
You thought for a second, but shook your head. “No thanks. I don’t mind a good walk of shame now and then.”
As Five walked you to the door, you gave him a lingering kiss and trailed a hand down his arm. “Maybe the next time I make too much food, I’ll come over and share it? Think you can handle that?”
A smile slowly spread across Five’s face and he nodded. “Yeah, I think I can handle that.”
Then he watched as you walked away, wearing nothing but his t-shirt. He shook his head, not quite believing what had just occurred. He had thought he was so damn smart with his moral high-ground and superiority. But as it turned out, you had gotten the best of him. He lost at his own game. Tucking two fingers inside his pocket to stroke the silky material of your panties, he smiled to himself, thinking about how this may have been the first time in his life that he hadn’t minded losing.
Summary: After going through heaven and hell with your boyfriend Diego, you couldn't trust your eyes as you saw him an fives girlfriend going in a date with each other. Five told you he had a bad feeling about this so you both followed them in Diegos Van. Watching them cheating on you both, made you feel things you never knew you could.
This Story was inspired by this TikTok: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGeKLJqmX/ (But I changed the roles a little bit)
"I understand you, down to your bones"
With each passing minute, you sink more and more into the seat of the old SUV that belonged to Diego. Just like your heart, your body slid further and further down to make what you saw unseen. “I can't believe it Five,” you mumble to yourself. Five is sitting next to you, his hands clenched into fists, eyes fixed on what is happening in front of him. He didn't answer you at first, too busy banging his leg uncontrollably on the floor. “I knocked the stars out of the sky for her and this is the thanks you get?” he says angrily.
You are watching two people eating in a restaurant. You've noticed for a few weeks that Diego has been behaving strangely and it was only when Five approached you to tell you that something wasn't going right with his girlfriend that you realized it.
You sit in silence for a moment, the disbelief weighing heavily in your chest as you glance between Five and the scene unfolding in front of you. Diego and Five's girlfriend were laughing, their body language too comfortable, too intimate. It felt like a betrayal too big to comprehend. The man you’d trusted, the one who had fought for you time and time again, was sitting across from another woman, completely at ease with someone else.
"How long do you think this has been going on?" you whisper, your voice barely audible, as if speaking too loudly would make the scene more real. Five’s jaw tightens, his eyes still glued to the two of them. "Too long," he spits bitterly. His leg continues to bounce with agitation, and his fists only seem to clench tighter. "I should have known. I could feel something was off, but I didn’t want to believe it."
You nod, understanding the sting of that realization all too well. You had brushed off Diego’s odd behavior at first, convincing yourself it was stress, maybe something work-related. You’d tried to ignore the little signs, dismissing the growing distance between you as temporary. But now, seeing them together, it all made sense.
Your breath catches as Diego reaches across the table to brush a strand of hair from the woman’s face. The tenderness in his touch, the smile that followed, it was too familiar. Too painful. You bite down hard on your lip, willing yourself not to break down completely.
"I just...I don’t get it," you manage, feeling the weight of the betrayal sink deeper. "We went through so much. How could he throw it all away like this?"
Five finally turns to you, his eyes softening for just a moment as he takes in your hurt. "Some people aren’t who we think they are," he says, his voice low and bitter. "No matter what we’ve been through with them." You swallow hard, feeling the sting of his words, because they were true. It hurt like hell to realize Diego might not have been the person you thought he was. The person who stood by you through thick and thin, who promised you the world, could betray you like this.
Five turns his gaze back toward the window, his voice suddenly cold and determined. "We have to confront them. I can't sit here and watch this any longer." You hesitate, your heart racing. The thought of walking into that restaurant, of facing Diego and seeing the truth in his eyes—it feels like too much. But as you watch Diego lean in closer to her, your anger flares. As he takes one hand up, to reach the door handle, you grasp his hand with a quick movement. "Don't", you say, stopping him from getting out.
Your hand lingers onto his. Five glances down at your hand gripping his, his sharp, icy gaze softening just a fraction. His leg stops its relentless bouncing, but you can still feel the tension radiating from him. For a moment, you sit in silence, neither of you knowing what to say. The world outside the car seems to blur into the background as the weight of the situation settles over you both. “Why not?” Five’s voice is low but laced with frustration. “Why are we just sitting here, letting them get away with this?”
You tighten your grip on his hand, your fingers trembling slightly. “Because I’m not ready,” you admit, the words barely audible. "I don’t know if I can face him right now. If I see him, see them together like this... I don’t know what I’ll do." Five’s eyes remain fixed on yours, searching for something—maybe reassurance, maybe strength. The pain in his gaze mirrors your own, a shared agony of betrayal that cuts deeper than either of you expected.
"I’m furious too," you continue, your voice thick with emotion. "But confronting them right now… It feels too raw, too soon. I need a moment to think before I... before we do something we can’t take back." Five exhales, the sound heavy with disappointment, but he nods. "I get it," he murmurs, his voice slightly softer now. "I just don’t know how much longer I can sit here and watch them act like none of it matters. Like we don’t matter."
You let out a shaky breath, your eyes stinging with unshed tears. "We do matter. We’re worth more than this. But if we go in there now, we might make things worse." You glance over at Diego and Five’s girlfriend, your heart twisting at the sight of Diego smiling, his eyes crinkling at the edges the way they used to when he looked at you. Five shifts in his seat beside you, his hand finally relaxing in your grasp. "So what do we do?" he asks, his voice hoarse.
"I don't know five", you whisper. Five heard all of the hurt in your whispering and his heart arches worse than before. You can feel how his fingers slowly start gliding into yours. "It feels like someone ripped my heart out", you describe it to him, still knowing that he must feel exactly the same right now. "Hurts, doesn't it?", he asks you. You were kind of happy that he was here with you. You don't even want to imagine what it would be like to catch them like this and sit in the Van alone.
"Might sound pretty dumb but I am very happy that you are here with me", you tell him, hoping he would get what you meant.
Five's grip tightens around your hand, his thumb brushing lightly over your skin as if grounding both of you in this moment. For the first time since you got in the van, he looks away from the betrayal unfolding in front of you and focuses on you. His sharp, cold demeanor softens, and for a moment, you see past the anger, past the pain. There’s something raw and real beneath it all—something only the two of you could understand right now.
"It doesn’t sound dumb," Five replies, his voice quiet but steady. "I’m glad you’re here too. I don’t think I could handle this alone." The weight of his words hits you, and you realize how much the two of you are holding each other up in this nightmare. It’s an odd, tragic comfort—knowing that someone else feels the same pain, the same betrayal. But there’s also a strange sense of strength in that shared sorrow. "I don't know how to handle this five, I feel so empty", you try to describe what you are feeling.
"I understand you, down to your bones", he says. The words made your eyes tear, you didn't want to cry. You always wanted to appear hard and unbreakable, that was what Diego gave you. A safe space, where you could let all your emotion out, but now the first man you ever felt safe with, shattered you more than anything. As soon as Five noticed you, breaking apart, he climbed over the clutch and sat beside you. "Don't cry please I can't look at this...", he mumbled as he hugged you. Now that he also was cheated on, he hadn't had the strength to contain his wall to cover his own emotions.
His arms glide around you, like a cloth trying to protect you from the outer world. As Five’s arms wrapped around you, it felt like the dam finally broke. You had been holding back, trying to stay strong, trying to process the betrayal in front of you without falling apart, but his embrace shattered that fragile resolve. You buried your face into his chest, letting the tears fall, the ache in your heart too heavy to carry alone.
“I’m sorry,” Five whispered, his voice rough and low, but full of sincerity. He wasn’t apologizing for the situation—he couldn’t control what Diego or his girlfriend did—but for the pain you were both feeling, the weight of betrayal that neither of you deserved. His hand moved up, gently cradling the back of your head as he pulled you closer.
The tension in your body slowly began to melt, your grief finding an outlet in the comfort of his embrace. You hadn’t realized how much you needed this—how much you needed someone to simply be there, to hold you in the middle of the chaos. And somehow, Five’s presence made everything a little more bearable. It didn’t take the pain away, but it made it feel less suffocating, less isolating.
“I don’t know what to do,” you whispered against his chest, your voice trembling. “It hurts too much, Five. How are we supposed to move forward after this?”
Five’s hold on you tightened slightly, his chin resting on top of your head. He was silent for a moment, as if searching for the right words. “I don’t know either,” he admitted softly, his voice wavering in a way that made you realize just how much this had affected him too. He pushed himself a little bit away from you, so you both were looking at each other. You look at his tear streamed face, imitating yours. "I don't get what I did wrong that he had the demand to cheat", you say with a broken voice.
"Don't... don't do this please", he grabbed your cheek, covering your face. He wiped away a tear with his thumb. Five’s hand lingered on your cheek, his thumb gently brushing away your tears, the warmth of his touch contrasting with the coldness of your emotions. His eyes, usually sharp and full of wit, now brimmed with a pain that mirrored your own. "You didn’t do anything wrong," he said, his voice raw and steady, though it cracked at the edges. "Don’t blame yourself for their choices. This... this is on them."
You stared at him, seeing the reflection of your own heartbreak in his face, the weight of his words trying to sink in. But the doubt, the sense of not being enough, gnawed at you. "Then why does it feel like I wasn’t enough?" you whispered, your voice barely holding together. "Like if I had just... done something differently, maybe he wouldn’t have—"
Five shook his head, cutting you off gently. "Stop," he said, his voice firmer now. "People like them... they make their choices. It’s not about what we did or didn’t do. We gave everything, and they chose to throw it away. That’s on them, not on us."
His words, spoken with conviction, made your heart twist. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was so deep, the betrayal so fresh. How could you not question everything about yourself when the person you trusted the most shattered that trust?
Five’s grip on your cheek tightened slightly, grounding you in the present. "You are enough," he said, his tone unwavering. "More than enough. And if Diego couldn’t see that, then he doesn’t deserve you." You blinked, more tears spilling over despite your efforts to hold them back. "But it still hurts," you confessed, your voice barely a whisper. Five’s expression softened, the fire in his eyes dimming as he pulled you closer once more. "I know," he murmured, his voice low and comforting.
"It hurts so damn bad five", you say while laying your face more into his hand. Five’s thumb gently traced the curve of your cheek, his touch soft yet steady, grounding you in the swirl of emotions consuming you both. His breath hitched as your words echoed between you, the rawness of your shared pain palpable in the small space between your faces. "It hurts so damn bad, Five," you whispered again, leaning into his hand, letting the warmth of his touch soothe the ache inside.
For a moment, neither of you moved, caught in the weight of the emotions swirling around you—the betrayal, the anger, the heartbreak. But there was something else too, something that had been bubbling beneath the surface ever since this nightmare began. The way he had been there for you, how his presence was the only thing that made this unbearable situation just a little less suffocating.
Five's gaze softened as he watched you, his eyes still shining with unshed tears. Slowly, almost hesitantly, he leaned in, his face inches from yours, as if testing the waters, searching for any sign that you didn't want this—didn't need this. But you did. In that moment, with everything crumbling around you, the only thing you wanted was him.
You closed the distance between you, your lips meeting in a kiss that was soft at first, tentative, like two broken souls finding solace in the only place that felt safe. Five's hands slid around you, holding you closer as the kiss deepened, the intensity of your shared pain spilling into the tenderness of the moment.
It wasn’t just a kiss. It was a release, a way to channel everything you had been holding in—the heartbreak, the betrayal, the feeling of not being enough. And in that kiss, it was like you both found a way to remind each other that you were more than enough. You had each other, and in that moment, that was all that mattered.
You let yourself fall back, with him following you. you both melt into each other, something you never felt before, Diego couldn't give you before. His kisses get harsher, finding an output for his anger, as you did the same.
The kiss deepened, growing fiercer as the tangled emotions of anger, pain, and longing poured into it. You clung to each other as if you were the only thing keeping the other from unraveling completely. Five’s hands traced down your sides, holding onto you as if he needed the connection to stay grounded, to stay sane amidst the chaos.
Your heart raced as you felt the fire in his touch, each kiss pulling you deeper into a world where the pain seemed to fade, even if just for a moment. There was a sense of desperation in it—both of you trying to drown out the betrayal, to find comfort in something, anything, that felt real. His kisses grew more urgent, more passionate, as if he was trying to pour all his frustration and hurt into each touch, needing to feel something other than the overwhelming sense of loss.
And you met him, kiss for kiss, letting go of everything but the present moment. The SUV, Diego, his girlfriend—it all faded into the background. For once, you let yourself feel without thinking, without analyzing what any of it meant. It was messy, raw, and full of the unresolved emotions that had been tearing both of you apart. But it was also a release, a brief escape from the reality that had shattered around you.
Five pulled back, breathing heavily, his forehead resting against yours. His breath was warm and uneven, and you could feel the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he tried to steady himself. "This…" he began, his voice hoarse, but he couldn’t finish the sentence. Neither of you knew what to say, because words couldn’t capture what you were feeling.
You met his gaze, eyes still glassy with tears, and for the first time, you didn’t feel alone in your heartbreak. His thumb brushed over your cheek again, but this time, it wasn’t just to wipe away tears. It was something more—something that told you, in this shattered mess of your lives, you weren’t facing it alone.
But your bodies, pressed together, shuddered at the same time as a loud thud emerged onto the Car window. Five's head flew up and yours did too. Diegos eyes were watching you two, your hands still clinging onto five and his hand resting on your cheek.
"Are you fucking kidding me?!", Diego screamed.
New post in a while, just started my job! I hope you liked this one shot, let me know what you think!
