Jackās hands stayed on Y/Nās hips, the pads of his thumbs rubbing against her hipbone area as his lips moved against hers. Y/Nās was back was against the kitchen island, arms wrapped around Jackās neck when she softly moaned.
āIāve been missing you,ā he mumbled, nudging his nose against hers. āBeen missing this.ā
He closed the gap between them, his tongue swiping her bottom lip, begging to be let it in. She accepted and from there, it was a clash of tongue and teeth.
The intensity grew with Jackās fingers sneaking up past the hem of Y/Nās shirt.
Just then a āmeowā drew his attention. He looked over to see Gizmo sitting there, staring up at his parents.
āNot now, buddy,ā Jack said. āWeāre a little busy.ā
He went to kiss Y/N again when - āMeow.ā
āGizmo, cāmon, man.ā
āMeow.ā
Jack sighed as Y/N jumped down from the kitchen island and picked up Gizmo.
āMy poor baby needs attention, huh?ā she cooed, kissing the cat.
āYeah, but I need it more,ā Jack quipped.
Y/N snorted. āMaybe a treat will keep him occupied.ā She went into the drawer designated for Gizmoās food and treats. She grabbed a packet of a Sheba meat stick, opening it. She set Gizmo down on the floor and pulled the stick out from the pack.
āGo play, ok?ā she whispered.
She then walked back to Jack, smiling. He welcome her back into his arms, smirking at her.
āCan I get a treat too?ā he teased in a low voice.
āMaybe. Gotta earn it though.ā
āOh yeah?ā
He kissed her again, this time his hands holding her face as the pad of his thumb wiped her cheek. After a few moments, his teeth gently pulled on her lower lip.
She whimpered, pulling him closer to her.
āTake me to bed,ā she pleaded. āNow.ā
He pulled back, grinning victoriously. āThat was easy.ā
āMeow!ā
Jack closed his eyes. āJesus Christ, Gizmo.ā
āWhatās going on with you, little man?ā Y/N cooed.
āHeās gonna be the reason I get blue balls,ā Jack mumbled.
Y/N shot him a look. āHow about Iāll get him distracted while you get ready for me in the bedroom?ā
Jack perked up a bit. āI can do that.ā
He went into the bedroom, throwing off his scrubs and unhooking his prosthetic leg. He laid on the bed, only wearing his black briefs.
After a few minutes, the door opened and Y/N walked in.
āCat TV is on, thereās kibble in his bowl, his water fountain is fine,ā Y/N listed off as she threw off her t-shirt. She pulled down her sweatpants and then straddled Jackās hips. āNow, where were we?ā
He leaned up to kiss her, his hands grabbing her ass as he pulled her closer to him.
My favorite thing about Brendon and Wife!Fem!Reader/Peach is that the reader has always been a bit of a weirdo and Brendon is just like āi love that weirdo and I would do anything for her.ā
Even in college heās been like that. Like when they first started dating the beginning of their sophomore year, some guy told the reader she was weird and Brendon was like āTHE FUCK DID YOU SAY ABOUT HERā and had to be held back by his buddies.
When Brendon gets home, he sees you in the kitchen with Murphy lying right beside you.
The dog perks up at the sight of Brendon, getting up and whining for attention.
āHey Murph boy,ā Brendon coos, getting on the floor. Murphy climbs on him, giving him kisses. āOh thatās a good boy.ā
Brendon gets up off the floor and kisses your lips. āHow are you feeling?ā
āBetter now that youāre home,ā you answer with a smile. āDinner is in the oven now. Should be ready in 30-ish minutes.ā
āSounds good. Iām gonna shower and change. Feel like joining me?ā
You shake your head. āIām sorry, babe. Iām not in the mood after the whole park debacle.ā
He nods understandingly and kisses the top of your head. He walks up the stairs and into the bedroom, Murphy following him.
Brendon sits the bed and pats the space next to him.
āMurph, cāmere,ā he says
Murphy jumps up on the bed, lying down so that his paws are on Brendonās Brendon scratches behind Murphyās ear.
āYouāre the best boy,ā he tells him. āYouāre sweet and well-behaved and your mom and I love you very much, ok?ā
Murphy whines, lowering his head. Brendonās heart swells.
Murphy was the sweetest boy who was judged before people could see how wonderful he was. Sure, Brendon and Y/Nās parents spoiled him and their siblings and friends treated him like a king. Murphy was also so sweet and patient to their kids and babies, often giving them kisses.
Then again, Brendon knows what itās like to get a bad wrap before people get the chance to know him. Heās just lucky his friends didnāt give a shit.
And heās lucky you gave him a chance all those years ago.
Sammy and Angel are in traffic. Sammyās in the driver seat, Angel, as always, is the passenger princess.
Angel is on her phone while Sammy is listening to music.
āHow You Remind Meā comes on and Sammy sings along.
Angelās eyes glance over at him, watching him sing along. At first sheās stunned that Sammy Bryant sings along to any song, let alone a Nickelback song.
But here he is, doing just that and sheās flabbergasted.
It's not like you to say "Sorry"
I was waiting on a different story
This time, I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong, I've been down
Been to the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head scream, "Are we having fun yet?"
His eyes go to her and he freezes, realizing heās been caught.
āIf the narcs think Iām gonna stop baking brownies for my kids with AIDS, they can go fuck themselves in Macyās window!ā
Mary Jane Rathbun (1922-1999) was raised in Minneapolis and later became known as "Brownie Mary" in San Francisco as the Godmother of the medical marijuana movement.
