𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁RABBOT WHEN... you call each of them daddy for the first time
CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI, oral f receiving, p in v sex, jack domestically in a wheelchair <3, use of daddy, obviously, spanking, dirty talk, not proofread! 𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁
JACK ABBOT... absolutely melts. He furrows his brows, purses his lips and coos as he swipes sweet kitten licks along your weeping cunt. He's got you sprawled on the kitchen table, planted in his wheelchair while he lifts your hips to his mouth. He's messy with it, sloppy kisses and licks along your clit, can't help but drag his teeth over it. You jerk in his grasp, a soft whine followed by a guttural, "daddyyyy oh my god!!!" spilling from your lips. He pauses for a moment, and you can feel him smile against you. "Sorry, honey, that hurt?" You nod, whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut. "Daddy can't help it, little clit's just so cute," he murmurs into you, and the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge. White spots line your vision, an all encompassing ache lurching through you as you arch off the table. "Daddy!!" You whine, earning you a few more harsh sucks, some slaps to your thighs, even. "Yeah, that's it, sweet girl," he murmurs against you. "Just needed daddy to straighten her out, hm?"
MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH... is mean. He's smug, your back flush to his chest as he pile drives you into the mattress. Sneaking his hand aronud your waist, he finds your clit, and rubs a quiet "oh! daddy!" right out of you. He slows his strokes at this, and you can practically hear the smirk stretching his lips. "Yeah?" He asks, sardonic and sick as he swats at your ass. "Y'need your daddy?" He asks, and you nod desperately against him. It's not enough, of course it's not enough, as he pulls back at your scalp, a sharp yank slicing through your skull. "Yes, Mikey, mmph!" You groan, another sharp slap delivered to your ass. "Daddy! I'm sorrry, daddy, I'm sorry," you wail, pushing impossibly closer to the edge. "Good fuckin' girl, little brat just needs her daddy, hm?" You nod, desperate and blubbery as he pushes you closer to your peak. "Yeah," he croons, "just needs daddy, let daddy take care of you."
Spicy Leon request if you’re feeling it?? He’s back from a mission and she’s feeling needy/touch starved but doesn’t want to smother him because he’s probably exhausted and has a few places needing bandaging so she tries to solely focus on doing that and the whole time he’s feeling just as needy as her and is like I just need my girl. Feel free to make your own changes and write the spice as you want lol thank you in advance!!!
♱ cw. 18+. soft smut. established relationship.
an. omggg my first leon piece. hope you like it anon <33 thank you so much for this request!
he comes home at two in the morning, which is normal. the state of him is also normal, which is the part that never gets easier. jacket torn at the shoulder, a cut above his brow that’s dried dark, moving like his ribs are aching. you’d been awake on the couch pretending to watch tv and the second the door opened you’d felt the knot in your chest loosen just slightly.
“hey,” he says. like he just got back from the grocery store.
“hey,” you say back. like your heart hadn’t been sitting in your throat for six days.
you get the first aid kit without being asked and he sits at the kitchen table and lets you, which means he’s more tired than he’s letting on. you start with his brow, tipping his chin up with two fingers, and he looks at you from under your hands with those tired blue eyes and you focus very hard on the cut and not on the fact that you’ve missed him so much it’s been almost physical, an ache that sat right behind your sternum the whole time he was gone.
“this one needs steri strips,” you say.
“okay.”
“the shoulder?”
“just bruised.”
“leon.”
“just bruised,” he repeats.
you move to the shoulder anyway, peeling back his jacket and the shirt beneath, and he lets you check it without complaint, which is how you know he’s exhausted. the man argues on principle when he’s got energy to spare. you clean it and tape what needs taping and try very hard not to notice the warmth of his skin under your hands or the way he’s been watching your face this entire time with an expression you can’t quite look at directly.
you’re reaching for the antiseptic when his hand closes around your wrist.
“leon—”
“i just need a minute,” he says quietly. he tugs, gently, and you let him pull you in, let him wrap both arms around you and press his face into your neck and breathe. you feel him exhale, long and slow, and something in him unknots by degrees.
you’d been so careful. so focused on not smothering him, not making it about you when he was the one who’d been gone for six days doing god knows what, and here he is holding on like you’re the thing he’s been waiting to get back to.
“i missed you,” he says into your neck. low and a little rough. “the whole time. just kept thinking about coming home.”
you pull back just enough to look at him and he looks back, tired and earnest and it makes your chest ache, and you kiss him soft and he makes a quiet sound and kisses you back deeper, hands sliding from your waist to your hips and pulling you closer, tongue pressing against yours.
“your ribs,” you say against his mouth.
“are fine.”
“leon—”
“are fine,” he says again, and stands, and you go with him.
he takes his time with you the way he always does after he’s been gone. hands relearning you like he’s been thinking about it the whole ride home.
he presses his mouth to your throat first, lips dragging slow, then your collarbone, then down your arm, the inside of your elbow, your wrist, back up to the soft skin of your inner arm and closer to your underarm and you feel heat rise to your face because it’s so intimate, so careful, like he’s paying attention to parts of you that nobody else thinks to.
he reaches behind you and unclips your bra and pulls it off and then presses his face between your breasts and hums, a satisfied sound, cheek against your skin. not rushing. you card your hands through his hair and feel the tight thing in your chest finally, finally come undone.
when he finally settles between your thighs and looks at you, blue eyes soft, you reach up and touch the bandage above his brow without thinking.
“hi,” you say softly.
“hi,” he says back.
he pushes into you slow and you feel every inch of him. the thick drag of his cock stretching you open, his heat filling you so completely your breath stutters and your walls flutter around him instinctively, pulling him deeper. he goes still for a moment, forehead dropping to yours, panting.
“god,” he exhales. sounding a little wrecked. “missed you so much. missed my girl.”
he starts to move and you feel everything. every slow thorough roll of his hips, the slick grip of your walls around his girth pulling tight each time he draws back, the warm wet heat building between you with every stroke until you’re arching up into him and gripping his shoulders. his forehead stays on yours, one hand laced through yours against the pillow, the other spread warm at your hip like an anchor.
“missed you,” he murmurs again, like he can’t stop saying it now that he’s started.
his mouth finds your neck and he’s kissing you, licking at your skin, so very desperate, like he’s been starved of you, which he has, dragging his lips up to your jaw and back down to your collarbone and back up again like he can’t decide where he needs to be, like everywhere isn’t enough. his hips keep their rhythm but his mouth is everywhere, tasting you, breathing you in, and you feel the low sound he makes vibrate against your throat.
“just need you,” he mumbles against your skin. “just my girl—ah—just need my girl.”
you don’t answer. you can’t. he feels too good, in too deep, filling you so completely that coherent thought is somewhere far away and you never want to come back from this, never want to move from this exact spot, his weight and his warmth and his mouth on your skin.
his hips stutter, pace faltering, and you feel him getting close, but his hand slides between you without hesitation, thumb finding your clit, pressing in slow circles like even now, even while edging closer to his own release, he’s not going to cum without you. you gasp and clench around him and he groans into your neck.
“cum,” he breathes. ragged. “with me. cum with me, baby.”
you do. your walls grip and flutter around him and he comes apart right after, shuddering, face pressed hard into your neck, your name leaving him in breathless moan.
he stays there after. his body heavy, face in your neck, very still. you don’t move either. you’re not sure either of you could.
a long quiet moment passes.
“…sorry,” he says eventually. muffled against your skin.
“for what.”
“came straight from a mission.” he murmurs. “didn’t even shower. just got you all—” he shifts slightly, almost self conscious about it, which is so endearing on him you could cry. “sorry.”
you laugh softly, hand moving through his greyish blonde hair. “leon. i genuinely do not care.”
“still.” he lifts his head and looks at you, a little sheepish. “shower with me.”
he peels himself off you with great effort and pulls you up with him and you both stand there for a second, equally wrecked, and he looks at you in the low light of the bedroom with something so soft in his face.
then he takes your hand and walks you to the bathroom.
the water is warm and he washes your hair without being asked, big hands careful at your scalp, and you stand there with your eyes closed. he presses his lips to the top of your head when he’s done.
Could you do the talk/fight between Robby and Ex wife that caused the divorce please 🙏 Im so obsessed with this series btw
the last night
thank you so much!!! I came up with a little blurb about it. I hope you enjoy it <3
wc: 700
warnings: mentions of suicide and depression / aggressive and abusive behavior / this is NOT ok, I do not endorse this behavior at ALL. If you're going through a violent relationship my inbox is always open to talk. you're not alone❤️
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You didn’t even know why you were fighting anymore. The hours he did; the depression he denied; your own post-partum struggles; if you had asked him to stay with the kids so you could go out or if he had gone out without letting you know.
His anger came in waves, some stronger than others. One day he was crying in your lap, the other he couldn't look at you. And that was something that hurt you more than you could ever voice: how when your depression hit, when your darkness consumed you, he couldn't bear to look at you.
You knew the story. You knew what woke in him to see you like that. The ghost of his mother taking her own life would haunt him for the rest of his life, and yours too. But he was supposed to be your rock. And instead all you got was quicksand.
The kids cried often, Mila more than Isaac. She’d snuggle you closer as you cried silent tears whenever the yelling woke her up. At 4 months she had already learned to stop crying whenever you picked her up with fresh tears of your own. Little bundle of empathy.
Isaac always tried to wait for daddy perched on the couch, cars or planes clutched in his fingers as he dozzed off and you'd have to carry him to bed. A two year old feeling tremendously heavy under the pain of post-partum.
That night he came home late, again. You knew Jack wasn’t working, you texted almost daily. Him checking up on you and the kids, knowing far too well his brother was not. You were already in bed when you heard the door and the rummaging in the kitchen.
You went downstairs barefoot, hoping he would accept to eat something. But instead, he was grunting at everything you said.
His plate was still warm when was yelling at you again. Saying he couldn't be home 24/7 to take care of you, that you were the one who wanted kids in the first place, that he didn't have time to be worrying about you while he was working. And then you whispered, foolishly, that he should see a therapist.
Because you knew that anger wasn't really directed at you. You knew it belonged to your late mother in law. That woman you didn't know but still whispered prayers in her name every now and then. Still saw her in the songs Robby sang to the kids on bedtime. On the little understanding he had about motherhood.
Robby slammed a heavy hand against the counter, his fingers curling into a white-knuckled fist.
You could have sworn the entire house shook. Your heart certainly did, crumbling into dust, because you knew, with chilling clarity, that this was the end.
“Get out,” you ordered, your voice thick with tears.
He looked at you, his face twisted into a mask of cruel confusion. “What?”
“Get out of my children’s house.” Your voice splintered, but the command was absolute.
Robby scoffed, a dismissive, ugly sound. “I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“The fuck you won’t.” You sneered, the fire of self-preservation finally overriding the fear. “I should have stopped you sooner, but I’m stopping you now. You’re out of your fucking mind if you think this is acceptable.”
He scoffed again, a sound that made your stomach turn. “What are you on now?”
You rounded the counter and stood before him, daring him to see you. “Get out, or I’m calling Jack.”
“Jack? What’s he going to do? Mediate?” He mocked, head shaking in disbelief.
“Considering he’s the one who told me to stop trying to ‘fix’ this the moment your anger turned physical, I think he’s going to drag you out of here and kick your ass.” You pulled your phone from your pocket, your thumb hovering over the screen. “Your choice.”
“Give me that.” He lunged, trying to snatch the phone.
But you retreated instantly, releasing a frightened sigh and raising your arm to shield your face. An intuitive response that betrayed the truth and shot Robby dead right there: you had come to fear him.
The movement stopped him.
When you finally dared to look at him, the cruelty had vanished, replaced by the raw reality. He took a step back, then another, until he reached for his backpack. “I’m sorry,” he choked out.
He walked out the door.
You called Jack anyway. Let him know what had happened. Twenty minutes later, he texted you confirming that Robby was at his door.
That night, you knew the marriage was over.
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I’ve always had this head canon that he’s a bit of a guard dog boyfriend. So my request is Park the Shark and younger nurse reader have been secretly dating for a bit. They keep things professional at work but he decides to bring her around his med school ortho friends to introduce her. Immediately they start playfully flirting with her and he gets protective and possessive. They start teasing him and telling him things like “if I had her in my OR I wouldn’t get any work done I dont know how you do it.” She notices that he’s a bit tense and tries to get him to calm down a bit. However he has the satisfaction in knowing he gets to have a pretty young thing like her to take home while they can just look but not touch ;)
You watch your reflection closely in the mirror as you apply one last coat of mascara.
Tonight there was a reunion event for Brendon’s graduating class from medical school.
You had seen the invitation in the mail and insisted he go and see some familiar faces. And also throw around some bragging rights as the one of the east coast’s top orthopedic surgeons.
After some top tier convincing, he finally agreed but only if you went with him. Now it was you who had to be convinced.
Brendon watches you get ready from the doorway of the bathroom. If he could stare at you all day long he would.
When he met you, you were the fresh faced nurse starting out in the pitt.
It only took him overhearing you talk about your interest in orthopedics once for him to fight day shift tooth and nail for you.
With a promise to Robby that he would watch out for you, you were moved to orthopedics.
You were brilliant and young, eight years younger than him and completely out of his league.
You still were out of his league now.
Yet as soon as he asked you out for the first time back then, you immediately said yes.
He often worried with the age gap people would have things to say. That those words would drive you to be with someone closer to your age.
Even though you always reassured him that would never be the case, you both agreed to keep things under wraps at work and discreetly out in public.
You never minded, only wanting to ease his mind. You’d do anything for him
Brendon was glad to have you on his arm tonight but he still worried just a tad that you’d catch the eye of someone who may try to steal you away.
—-
You and Brendon walk into the event room, your hand holding onto his bicep.
“Wow..” you say looking around at the beauty and decor of the room “it’s gorgeous in here.”
Brendon’s gaze lingers on you as you admire the space “Yeah, sure is.”
You turn your head and catch him staring, rolling your eyes with a smile.
He chuckles at your reaction as you both make your way to the bar.
“Hey! Look who it is! If it isn’t Park!”
The voice makes you both turn your heads.
To the right of the bar in a seating area towards the back are a few guys, all smiles as they wave in your direction.
Brendon waves back as he leans close to you.
“Some guys I studied and hung out with most of the time in med school.” he whispers
He gently leads you towards them.
A taller guy greets you guys first when you get closer.
“Well well well if it isn’t Pennsylvania’s most sought after ortho surgeon” he smiles and then his gaze turns to you.
“Well hello there, and you are?”
You smile politely and introduce yourself.
“You a doctor too, sweet stuff?”
Brendon’s hackles go up at the flirtatious tone and pet name.
“No, I’m a nurse for orthopedics at ptmc with Brendon.” you share
The guy briefly glances at you and Brendon and notices your intertwined hands.
A giant smirk works its way on his face.
“Ohhh shit! Guys!” he grabs the attention of the other men sitting close “Our buddy here brought his O.R. nurse and girlfriend!”
Your face warms in slight embarrassment from the attention as all the men start whistling and yelling at the introduction.
Brendon’s hand moves from yours to your waist, pulling you close.
A waiter walks by and offers you both drinks.
Thank god.
You both needed one.
Brendon grabs a whiskey and you grab a wine glass.
The friend closest to you guys beckons you over to sit.
Casual conversation flows and Brendon adds in here and there, glad that the attention is off of you.
Or so he thought.
Brendon glances around the group subtly and notices a few of the guys eyeing you and looking you up and down, not so subtly.
His jaw clenches at how they unashamedly stare and gawk at you.
“Hey baby,” he whispers to you “could you grab me another drink? Maybe a snack we can split?”
You smile at him and kiss his cheek quickly.
“Yeah of course. Be right back, baby.”
He watches you as you walk off and turns back to the guys and sees they’re also watching you walk away.
“Yo Park, your girl is fine as fuck” one guy says with his eyes still on you in the distance.
Brendon’s composure is slowly crumbling.
“Yeah,” another guy chimes in “if I had her in my O.R.? Shit, not a damn thing would be getting done except for her.”
The man breaks into a fit of laughter as the other guys high five him and agree.
Brendon frowns at the jokes being made, gripping his thigh hard to keep from decking the men.
He doesn’t like the idea of anyone else having you.
You're his.
—--
On the other side of the room you're grabbing new drinks.
It’s like you can feel his brooding attitude from across the room.
You turn to look for him and you see the irritation clear across his face as he swirls the whiskey around in his cup.
After the bartender hands you the drinks you make your way back to him.
His buddies quickly glance at you as you walk past, not being discreet enough with their comments about you.
“Fuck, the things I’d do if I had her.”
“She could have anyone and she chooses old man over here.”
“I bet he had to pay her to be here. No way she’s actually dating him.”
The smiling assholes aren’t subtle when they say it and it’s clear that Brendon hears it too when his frown gets even worse.
Luckily you can squash the talk and reassure Brendon all at once.
Brendon is sitting on a leather couch. So you place your left leg between his and then place your right knee on the cushion on the outside of his leg.
The placement has you practically straddling his thigh with your dress riding up dangerously high.
Brendon must notice because his hands grab your ass and hold you closer to him, shielding what’s only his to see.
“Hey baby” you greet him sweetly.
He gives you a “hey”, frown still in place.
You lean in closer so your mouth is right by his ear.
“I know what they’re saying, Bren. You also know that none of it is true. As far as I’m concerned,” you whisper “they’re not the ones who get me in their O.R. every day. You do.”
Your hand makes its way to the back of his head where you lightly scratch through his hair.
A weakness of his.
“They’re also not the ones who are gonna get to fuck me at the end of the night. You are. So, how about you turn that frown upside down and we go home to our own party?”
You hear his breath hitch at your words and a slight groan escapes him.
“Y-Yeah. Yeah let’s fucking do that” he grits out “But can we wait a few minutes?”
Your eyebrows furrow at the question.
“I mean yeah but wh-”
Your words are cut off as he pulls you flush against him.
More so against his hard cock.
“Aaah okay baby” you laugh a little.
“Thanks sweetheart.” he groans as he leans his head back against the couch.
—-
Unbeknownst to you both, your audience had watched the interaction with rapt attention.
Eventually they all had silently slipped away to collect themselves and let their jealousy spill over elsewhere.
You made it clear you were Brendon’s and they had finally gotten the message.
leon kennedy who relieves his stress by eating you out.
2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.
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leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face. you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent. still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding.
you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush.
fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough.
he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.
”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.
“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment.
he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement. there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?
leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.
he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.
there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.
you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control.
or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that.
your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.
”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check.
“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand.
leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn.
you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please.
“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.
his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.
“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.
insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more.
and more he took.
”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away.
“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.
“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering, every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.
“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could.
you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry.
“um, leon?” you called carefully.
“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry.
“aren’t you done?”
he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it.
“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”
“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”
“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”
and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.
he made you cum twice more after that.
well long story short, it turned out all leon had to do to relieve his stress was to eat you out.
leon kennedy who relieves his stress by eating you out.
2.4k words of leon having the time of his life being inbetween your legs. nsfw obviously. minors dni.
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leon had come home later than usual today, shoulders all tight and jaw tense from the teeth gritting you’re not sure he even noticed doing. problem at his work was your best guess as to why he had that expression on his face. you decided to swallow your usual question about how his day went since the answer was pretty apparent. still, like the sweet man that he is, leon greeted you with a soft kiss to the forehead, the gentleness he had preserved only for you shone through despite all the tension he’s withholding.
you embraced the taller man through the silence, hoping that the little gesture could provide some kind of comfort to him. but it seemed like leon had an entirely different idea of comfort that day as he smoothly brought a hand under your knees to carry you straight to the bedroom instead. he laid you down into the mattress, wasting no time in capturing your lips vigorously leaving you breathless under the ambush.
fire-like sensation flared across your body, your nerves came alive at the touch of his hand on your side, like it’s the only thing keeping his self control intact. you hummed into the kiss, the giddiness only excited him further, kissing you deeper, his mouth moved in a pace like that of a starving man. and to the hunger you could only respond accordingly, matching his hurried rhythm, tasting the desperation from someone who seemed like he couldn’t get enough.
he took what you gave and still demanded more. a groan escaped him, like it hurt him physically to pull away. but before you could even miss the warmth of his lips it was already back in full force against your neck, him leaving hot trails of kisses as he moved lower, sucking slightly on ridge of your collarbone, a breathy moan that left your mouth served as a fuel for leon as he brought his free hand to skillfully open the buttons of your silk pajamas, revealing your naked breasts in their glory. the man let out a sigh full of wonderment at your gorgeous body, worshipping every inch on your skin as though his kisses were the prayers.
”so beautiful. so perfect,” he mumbled, the timber of his voice sent shivers all the way down to the end of your spine. his wet mouth found your right nipple, sucking as his other hand twisted your left one in-between his fingers, the stimulation made your stomach jolt at the overwhelming sensation, abdomen unconsciously chasing the pleasure and meeting him halfway. leon’s heavy breath ghosted over your chest, turned on beyond belief, his eyes deep in a haze; lust glossing across his orbs.
“l-leon,” your needy whine snapped him out of a trance, letting you go and he could say with confidence doing so was harder than him having to pull out a knife out of his arm that one time. he licked once more out of greed before planting soft kisses down to your stomach, his hand couldn’t quite get it off your tit just yet, his thumb brushed over your stiff as a rock nipple like an anchor, a reminder that you desired him just as much as he did you in that moment.
he moved lower, lower, until his chin felt the fabric of your waistband, hooking a finger on it but he stopped himself, tilting his head as he faced you. “can i baby? ‘ve had a long day,” he asked gruffly, the gravel on his voice practically made your pussy tingled in excitement. there was nothing explicit in his words yet your mind filled the blanks pretty fast, your brain answered first by nodding rapidly before your mouth could catch up. something in the way he pleaded had made you so eager for his touch, the man had just declared that pleasing you would help him relieve some stress, like you’re the one doing him a favor instead. what else were you supposed to say besides hell yes?
leon flashed you a smile that could make a grown man or woman weak on their knees before giving your lower stomach another kiss in gratitude; like someone who had been denied water in the middle of desert for a long time had finally found a lake to quench his thirst. a smirk that from your experience, was filled with a promise that had something to do with your ability to walk properly tomorrow.
he pulled down your shorts, you lifted your legs in response like it’s second nature, making it easier for him to take off your pants. he threw the fabric to the ground without care, his eyes loyal and unmoving like he’s stuck in a trance towards what the cloth was hiding this whole time. at his stare you attempted to close your legs but the grip of his hand on your inner thigh prevented you so, leon knelt in front of the bed as he put your legs on your shoulders, supporting your lower half; dangling if it weren’t for his sturdy body.
there it was in its most beautiful state, your soaking cunt right in front of his face. leon used the back of his hand to wipe the corner of his mouth, he could’ve sworn he thought he was drooling. “fuck. is this all for me?” he whispered, you could hear the proud smile in his question, knowing damn well what the answer was. you stared at the ceiling hoping it will help you to form some kind of a proper counter, yet you couldn’t find it in you to think of anything aside from this subliminal want for the male to do something.
you squealed at the touch of his rough hand brushing over your fold, the movement was slow, excruciatingly careful as he took his time like he’s admiring a piece of art. for a man who looked like he was ready to destroy any obstacle to get to this point, leon was unusually patient and looked very much in control.
or so you thought, until both of his arms sneaked themselves around your thighs locking your legs in place and you knew right there and then. there will be nothing stopping him from enjoying the feast he’s about to devour. and he made sure of that.
your body shook in anticipation as leon leaned in, running his tongue across your lips very slowly. each sweep getting deeper, sending mental notes to his senses so they would remember this taste forever. carving it thoroughly like a man who refused to take this moment for granted. your hips bucked at the sensation, chasing it in urgencyfor more, for it to be deeper.
”m-more please,” you pleaded, heaving. having no damn idea how you could be so out of breath even though leon was the only one doing all the moving, yet with every touch of his tongue, every tease, you found it hard to keep yourself in check.
“patience baby, i’m going to take my time with you alright? waited all damn day for this,” he replied with ease, fooling no one when his boxer looked like it was about to burst by his bulging erection. yet he stayed true to his words, because above his own pleasure what got him off the most was seeing your face in bliss, expression changing in every careful touch he did; enjoying how sensitive you became under his hand.
leon eyed your swollen clit that’s already begging to be licked, sucked, anything. and who was he to deny you that? his mouth then moved to the delicate spot, flicking it gently with his tongue as your body jerked like it’s burned alive, finally being granted the pleasure you’ve been waiting for. even when you flailed, leon easily sucked your bud with a scary accuration as he held your lower body steady; the sounds he made as his lips kept licking and swirling were like it came straight out of porn.
you let out a shameless moan and leon thrived under it, basking under the sexy noise you made like he’s an athlete who trained his whole life for this. and he would, if given the chance. him and your pussy everyday? give him a gun if he’d ever deny that. but that’s a wishful thought, a fake—albeit enticing situation he’d found himself daydreaming about, unlike right now, where your very real sopping wet cunt was right in front of him, all for him to please.
“you taste so fucking good.” leon hummed contently, his tongue encircling your clit like a madman who couldn’t get enough, feeling like he was about to cum in his pants every time he felt your center pulsate, twitching because he knew it did that only for him, by his touch only. you grinded your hips on his tongue, chasing for more friction. by then leon had started to lose himself, his control, like a man who was finally at the end of his wits, he began to eat you out genuinely.
his wild movement raw with lust, borderline unhinged as he leaned in deeper to caress and suck your slit like his life depended on it. you were sent into a state of frenzy at the ambush of his tongue, the grip on your thighs preventing you from pulling away as he worked on your already swelled clit, you felt your orgasm coming, stomach coiled. your hands that were grabbing the sheets were now on his dirty blonde hair, holding the soft strands tight like it’s your lifeline, the only thing keeping you still on ground. the tug on his hair as you led him deeper was what sent leon into overdrive, clinging to it like it’s an addiction as he got rougher.
“i-i’m cumming!” you screamed loudly, you were sure the neighbor could hear it so you knew for a fact that leon heard it as well yet his mouth stayed relentless. even as you writhed, overstimulated by the overwhelming waves of thrill he didn’t stop pleasuring you, even as you came undone his tongue was merciless, he was right there with you as you rode out your climax, never stopping even for a second. there were only flashes of light in the blackness as you eyes rolled, your spine tight with heat as you finished.
insatiable, that’s what he was. your hips stuttered, unfurling as he lapped up your release until the very last drop like it’s the best tasting meal he had all week. even with your cum smeared all around his lips, his skin glistening from the lights reflection the man still looked like he wanted more.
and more he took.
”w-wait leon, ‘m too sensitive,” you whimpered, asking for mercy he wasn’t going to give, mercy you weren’t sure you were going to accept either. after all, leon knew more than anyone that you had just as much unsatiated appetite as he was when it comes to this. you panted, your hands were still on his hair, squeezing it to prevent him from starting again, neither pushing him away.
“i know you have one more in there baby, do it for me?” he asked gently, though his gesture was anything but. mouth already on your quivering cunt and you let him, you always do. grinding his tongue against your swollen clitoris once more without giving you a break. you gasped, closing your legs out of reflex and without his hands holding your legs back anymore as they were on your knees, your thighs were practically smothering the man yet he didn’t seem to mind it even a bit. with him continuing to move without a care as he held your legs tighter around him, the man looked like he was exactly where he wanted to be.
when the fresh wave of intense pleasure started to hit you once more, you began to moan louder. the increased sensitivity on your clit had pushed you into taking more than you could, eager in giving the man everything he needed, since he gave you the same. intangible string of pleads escaped your lips as leon pressed on, knowing exactly how much you loved it when your limit was being tested. and even with the repetitive motion you didn’t find the man’s movement any less rigorous than before, it was actually the opposite. the thought of bringing you into the edge for the second time in just a short span of period made leon an ambitious man. no, it made him a beast.
“i-i can’t. ‘m close,” your core clenched and unclenched its muscles at the marvel of the man’s lips. who seemed like it had memorized every curve, every spot that would drive you wild. and he had full intent in doing so as his touch rapidly becoming more staggering, every flick pushing you under a rush that eventually became too much for you to hold. something that felt like a hot chain coiled itself within your stomach, tighter and tighter, begging for the sweet release of climax.
“come on my tongue, let me taste you again.” and like some kind of a mantra, you did just that, a yell of ecstasy cut through the room as your hips faltered erratically all under the soft of his touch, making sure you knew you were safe with him to feel it all, to let go. leon groaned like he ejaculated himself, the feeling of you coming undone was something he’ll never get used to, something that he wanted to all the time if he could.
you panted like someone had personally taken the oxygen from the room, inhaling air like you lack the source. coming down from the high you had noticed once again leon had lapped you all clean sateless man than he is. and when he showed no sign of getting up and changing his position, you started to worry.
“um, leon?” you called carefully.
“yeah?” he replied in ease, like a man without worry.
“aren’t you done?”
he gazed at you, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead which somehow added more to his sex appeal. he still had half of his face buried in your pussy, like someone really had to physically pull him back to get him away from it.
“one more, please baby? i know you have it in you.”
“i-i don’t know if i can, leon,”
“you can. please sweetheart. for me?”
and you knew you could, especially if it’s with leon. so you nodded, having no idea what you just agreed to.
he made you cum twice more after that.
well long story short, it turned out all leon had to do to relieve his stress was to eat you out.
Domestic Park! He wakes up early, even on days he's not on call, always making sure coffee is ready for the two of you.
Domestic Park! Acts of service and quality time are his love languages.
Domestic Park! He always calls after surgery to ask if everything is okay or if you need anything. If you do, he tries to fulfill your request as quickly as possible.
Domestic Park! When he's studying, he often reaches out to you without taking his eyes off the book, just so you can hold his fingers for a moment.
Domestic Park! He likes to sleep with his head on your chest; he says feeling your breath calms him.
Domestic Park! He learns to cook so he can prepare family dinners on days he's not on call.
Domestic Park! He turns simple tasks into something methodical, almost as if he were still working on a clinical case.
Domestic Park! He leaves notes by the bedside before going out, some with a scheduled appointment at his favorite restaurant or beauty salon.
Domestic Park! He likes to kiss his partner's neck whenever she's cooking.
Domestic Park! He enjoys speed reading, where they both read the same book and talk about it.
Domestic Park! He's afraid of not being present enough, that the exhausting routine will end up compromising the relationship.
Tags: Leon (RE2R) x F!Reader, established relationship, smut, nicknames, mentions of sex positions, tit sucking, fingering, lots of kissing, clingy Leon and more!
Note: Finally a post!! I'm so excited, I hope u enjoy it 💖 It's inspired by this request from a while ago!
Bf!Leon who doesn't say he's going to "fuck you" he says he's going to "make love to you." Although he ends up fucking you like wild.
Bf!Leon who secretly likes it when you put your fingers in his mouth while you ride him until he goes crazy, but he's too shy to ask you or confess it.
Bf!Leon who had a big size kink. He gets incredibly turned on by how easily he can put you in a mating press or how his thick fingers can open you up so easily, feeling your walls contract around them.
Bf!Leon who will definitely fuck you in his uniform in a shy or clumsy attempt at 'roleplay'. But he forgets all his shyness when he has his cock buried deep inside your pussy with his uniform pants barely unbuttoned.
Bf!Leon who fantasizes about having sex with you in the back seat of his police car.
Bf!Leon who is a big fan of quickies. Especially in the morning before going to work, he says they bring him 'good luck' during his shift.
Bf!Leon who is incredibly clingy and passionate. His fingers are always intertwined with yours during intimacy, no matter what position you're in. And his lips always have to leave sweet kisses on your cheek, forehead, or any part of your face he can reach.
Bf!Leon who loves kisses. Your kisses, to be precise. That's why missionary is one of his favorite positions, because he can kiss you, keep his fingers intertwined, and his cock completely inside you.
Bf!Leon who has days when he just wants you to pamper him. He'll fuck you lazily while sucking on your tits or beg you to ride him slowly and take care of him.
Bf!Leon who loves every part of you, but your tits? Oh, man. He loves sucking on them and playing with them all the time, sometimes not even in a sexual way. He simply loves them, no matter their shape or size.
Bf!Leon who is loud, quite loud. His moans are as loud as yours. Loud "Baby, I'm coming—" or "Baby, I love you...I love you so much" echo throughout the apartment.
Bf!Leon who loves to fuck your face. He likes to see you gag around his cock, your eyes blurring, and him cumming deep in your throat. Bonus points if you swallow, but he won't force you if it's not your thing.
i missed our boy!!😫 exam season has really kept me busy, but i looved writing again!! Let me know if u enjoyed it too💘😋
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x mom!wife!reader x twins!toddlers
Warnings: stressed toddler, crying, fluff, domestic, exhaustion, implied intimacy.
Summary: After making a mountain of muffins, the family treats night shift before facing a tearful kinder drop off.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ Twins power 🐻
A/N: Where I live some kindergarten are in schools, that's why I wrote kinder and school as the same place.
Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes.
🎀 based on this request 🎀
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You were wrapping up some work in bed, propped up against a mountain of pillows. Jack was halfway through his night shift. And you had finally managed to get the twins tucked in and asleep by nine.
Or so you thought.
The bedroom door creaked open. You looked up from your screen to see Lily. Her eyes were half closed and her hair was a wild nest. When she shuffled closer to your bed, you noticed her bottom lip trembling.
"Lily?" you murmured, setting the laptop aside. "What’s wrong, baby? You're supposed to be fast asleep."
Instead of climbing in for a cuddle, Lily buried her face into the side of your mattress, a muffled sob escaping her. "I- I fogot, Mama."
"Forgot what, princess?" You shifted, gently smoothing down her messy hair.
She lifted her tear streaked face, her big eyes wide with anxiety. "F-For 'morrow! Is Friday and my tun for snack day. My brain is loud cause I forgot tell you!"
The panic in her voice was heartbreaking. To your four year old baby, forgetting a classroom promise felt like the end of the world.
"Oh, come here," you said softly, scooping her up into your arms and pulling her onto the bed with you. She clung to your neck, her body shaking anxiously. "What did you want to bring?"
"Muffins!" Lily wailed into your shoulder. "But the stores are closed!"
"It’s okay, princess," you murmured, pulling back to wipe the tears from her cheek. "We can make them."
Lily blinked, hiccuping. "Now? But it’s sleep time."
"Yes but we have a kitchen and I think we have everything we need," you smiled at her. "We can work something out."
The anxiety on her face instantly melted.
She nodded rapidly. "With the sweet chips!"
A few minutes later, you were in the kitchen. Lily was perched on a barstool, her chin resting in her hands as she watched you rummage through the pantry.
You managed to find a bag of flour, sugar, vanilla extract, eggs, baking powder.
"Perfect," you said. "We’ve got muffins covered. We can start and you mix while I look for the chocolate chips."
Before you could pull out the mixing bowl, steps came from the entryway of the kitchen.
You turned to see Luca standing by the doorframe. He was wearing his matching star pajamas, dragging his stuffed animal, a plush dog, by one leg along the floor. His eyes were heavy with sleep.
"Hi, you," you said softly, walking over to kneel in front of him. "What’s wrong, bug? Why are you awake?"
He pulled his thumb out of his mouth and blinked up at you. "Can't sleep," he mumbled softly with sleep. He glanced over at Lily on the stool, then looked back at you. "Was alone."
Your heart completely melted.
Ever since they were babies, they had slept in the same room. The moment Lily’s side of the room went empty, Luca’s woke up because his other half was missing.
"Oh, buddy," you cooed, scooping him up into your arms. He immediately buried his face into your neck, his plush dog trapped between you.
"Let's make muffins, Lu!" Lily called out from her stool, her voice was... pretty loud and excited.
Luca tightened his grip on your shirt and gave a slow nod against your shoulder.
"Looks like the whole team is awake," you whispered, kissing his temple. "Let's make some muffins."
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"Alright, my little bakers," you said, setting the large glass mixing bowl on the counter. "Luca, you’re in charge of the recipe card. Lily, you’re on pouring duty."
You pulled up a second stool so Luca could sit right next to his sister. He sat up straight, holding his stuffed dog under one arm while proping up the handwritten recipe card with his free hand.
He couldn't actually read words yet, but he knew numbers and forms perfectly, tracing the bold numbers with his index finger.
"Two cups of this," Luca read aloud, adopting a very professional voice that sounded exactly like Jack.
"Of flour" you said behind him, knowing the receipt perfectly.
Lily grabbed the plastic measuring cup, scooping it into the flour canister. "Two!" she echoed, dumping the powder into the bowl.
"Now the sugar," you indicated to them. "Then put the baking powder."
"One cup." Luca commanded.
While the twins were focused on their highly official assembly line, you turned around, hunting for the bag of chocolate chips. "Where did this man hide the sweet ones..." you muttered to yourself.
"Wait, it's-" Luca screamed then whispered "Uh-oh."
In parent language, uh-oh spoken in that specific tone was an universal code for: disaster.
You turned around. Lily was holding the baking powder container completely upside down over the bowl.
"She put all of it," Luca reported, his eyes wide as he looked from the bowl to you.
"I wanted make sure it was enough," Lily explained, her bottom lip poking out as she realized she might have made a mistake.
You stared at them and shook your head with a smile. If you baked it like this, the muffins would probably explode in the oven.
"It's okay, baby," you said, stepping back over and pulling the container from her small hands. "We just have to fix it now."
For the next twenty minutes, the baking session turned into a science experiment. To balance out the amount of baking powder, you had to double measures, crack more eggs, and pour more milk.
Luca went from reading the numbers to counting how many scoops you were adding to save the muffins. By the time the batter was finally balanced, you had enough batter to feed an army.
Later, the sweet aroma of vanilla filled the kitchen. The clock now read 11:50 PM.
Golden and chips muffins sat cooling across the counter. There were easily three dozen of them, far too many to bring to kindergarten.
Both toddlers were blinking slowly against the lights, looking exhausted.
"Look how many you two made." you said, wiping flour off Lily’s cheek.
"Lot of muffins!" Luca mumbled-screamed.
"We can't take all of them, you're only 15 on your class," you smiled, looking at the muffins. But then, an idea struck you. "Hey, what if we do something special tomorrow morning? We could take some these to daddy's work."
"Exactly," you nodded. "I bet daddy and the nurses are going to be super hungry after their shift. We can drop off a big breakfast for them before we head to school."
"Muffins for Daddy!" Luca chimed, he liked the idea of taking care of his dad.
"Yeah! Muffins!" Lily cheered softly, clapping her hands.
"Alright," you wrapped your arms around both of them and kissing the tops of their heads. "But now both of you need to get back to bed and get some sleep. It's pretty late."
Luca grabbed Lily’s hand and they run back to their room, ready to dream about the surprise they had waiting for Jack.
When the alarm went off at 6:30 AM, it felt entirely too soon. By 7:15 AM, the three of you were walking through the doors of the ER.
The twins were a funny contrast of sleep and excitement.
Lily was fiercely clutching a bakery box, walking by your side. Luca, on the other hand, had completely lost the battle to his late bedtime. He was dead to the world, his arms wrapped around your neck as you carried him.
The ER was in that moment where the night shift was exhausted and the day shift was just starting to trickle in.
"Well, look who it is," a familiar voice called out.
Dana was by the central desk. Her eyes crinkled with a smile as she took in the sight of you carrying a sleepy Luca and an anxious Lily beside you.
"Don't tell me Dr. Abbot forgot his keys again," Dana teased quietly, walking to greet you.
"Luckily no," you laughed, shifting Luca’s weight on your hip. "We had a midnight baking emergency and thought we'd bring muffins to the staff."
"We made chips muffins!" Lily announced loudly as she held the box up like a trophy. "For Daddy and nurses!"
Dana’s jaw dropped as she peeked inside the box. "Oh, you are an absolute angel. You just saved the whole department."
"Daddy here?" Lily asked, looking around the room.
"He’s wrapping up in the breakroom," Dana whispered, winking at her. "Why don't you go surprise him? I'll take this box and make sure we don't eat them all before he gets one."
Lily proudly handed over the box to Dana, then reached up to tug on the hem of your shirt. "Luca, wake up, let's find daddy!"
"I think Luca is staying right here, sweetpea," you whispered, kissing the top of your son's head as he let out a tiny yawn against your neck. "Go ahead. Lead the way."
Lily didn’t need to be told twice. She took off and you followed her. She stopped outside the staff breakroom, pushing the door open with both hands.
Jack was sitting at the table, staring blankly at a half-empty cup of coffee. He had already changed his scrubs, so maybe he just needed something to drink before going home.
"Daddy!" Lily squeaked, ignoring all hospital volume rules.
Jack snapped his head up. "Princess?"
Lily sprinted across the room and threw herself against him. Jack chuckled, scooping her up into his lap and pulling her tight against his chest. "What are you doing here, mh? Aren't you supposed to be getting ready for school?"
"We made muffins!" Lily beamed, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Lot of them! For snack day!"
"Is that so?" Jack looked up, his eyes locking onto yours as you stepped in. Luca stirred against you and rubbed his eyes with the back of his fist before he blinked them open. He spotted his dad with sleepy smile.
"Hi, Dad," Luca mumbled and reached out one arm toward his father.
"Hey there, buddy," Jack murmured softly.
Holding Lily in his arm, Jack stood up and walked over to you. He pressed a kiss to Luca’s cheek, making the little boy giggle.
Then, Jack shifted his gaze to you.
He leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a slow peck, his free hand coming up to gently cup the back of your neck.
"You baked at midnight?" Jack whispered against your lips, his thumb tracing your jawline.
"This miss forgot to tell me it was her snack day turn," you said leaning into his touch. "And we had an uh-oh with the baking powder, so we bring some of them before dropping off."
"You have to eat one! Right now!" Lily interrupted, breaking the romantic bubble you and Jack had just settled into.
"Alright, alright. Let's go see if they left any for me." Jack said and the four of you walked back toward the central nurse's station.
The box of muffins was already open on the counter.
"Dana! Muffins!" Lily called out.
Dana looked up from the computer, a half eaten muffin in her hand. "Abbot, your daughter is an absolute culinary queen. These are better than the cafeteria's by a mile."
"Heard we have muffins this morning." Robby walked in to start his shift.
"Uncle Robby!" Lily squeaked. To the twins, Robby wasn't just one of Jack's colleagues; he was Uncle Robby.
"Well, good morning to my favourite princess," Robby grinned "What’s in the box?"
"Muffins!" Lily explained proudly, leaning out from Jack's grip so far that Jack had to tighten his hold on her overalls. "Made lot of them, snack day!"
"No way," Robby gasped. "Did you bake these all by yourself?"
"Mama and Luca helped," Lily conceded, nodding toward you.
"And she did a lot of pouring," Jack added dryly, catching your eye with a smirk as he reached into the box and pulled out a muffin.
He took a bite, chewing thoughtfully while his daughter watched him anxiously, waiting for the final verdict.
Jack’s eyes went wide. "Oh, wow, babygirl, this is the best muffin I have ever had in my entire life."
"Yeah! Muffins!" Lily clapped her hands in absolute delight.
Robby grabbed one for himself, taking a bite and humming in approval. "Mmm, absolutely elite. Hey," Robby shifted his attention, leaning over slightly to look at the quiet bundle in your arms. "Are you hiding from me, Lulu?"
Luca, who usually loved wrestling with Robby, was feeling shy. He peeked out with one eye, his cheek still pressed flat against your shoulder and tightened his little arms around your neck.
"He's a little tired today, Robby," you explained softly, shifting Luca's weight and rubbing his back. "He was the official recipe reader."
"Ah, the brains of the operation, I get it," Robby smiled gently, reaching out to give Luca's small foot a playful squeeze. "You did a good job, boy."
Jack took one last bite of his muffin and dusted the crumbs off his hands before turning to Dana. "I'm officially signing off. If anything catches fire in the next hours, call someone else."
"Go home, Abbot," Dana smiled, waving him off. "You've earned it."
-
After searching for his bag, Jack reached into his pockets, looking around the parking lot. "Where did you park your car?"
"Actually, I didn't drive. We took an Uber here."
Jack stopped in his tracks. "An Uber? Why?"
"Because I knew your shift was ending right about now," you explained softly. "And I wanted us to drop the toddlers off. Maybe you'd want to be there to see Lily hand over her muffins."
He looked at you, his heart visibly swelling. "You really are the love of my life, you know that?"
The drive to the kindergarten was calm. But the peace didn't last. The moment the car engine cut out in the school drop off line, the reality of the late night caught up.
The sight of the colorful playground completely revived Lily, who scrambled out of her seat, eager to show off her muffins. But for Luca, it was too much. As Jack unbuckled him and lifted him out of the car, Luca’s face crumpled.
The exhaustion hit him all at once.
"No," Luca whimpered, his voice instantly cracking as tears welled up in his eyes. "No school, Daddy. I want to sleep."
"Oh, buddy," Jack murmured, he picked him up, holding him tight against his chest as he walked toward the doors. "I know you're tired, Lu. But you're going to have so much fun with your friends today."
"No, my eyes hurt," Luca sobbed softly, tears soaking into the collar of Jack's shirt. He reached out blindly for you, his tiny hand trembling. "Mama... please."
You stepped in, your heart breaking as you took his hand. You pressed a warm kiss to his palm. "I know, my sweet boy. But Miss Honey is going to let you take a long nap at quiet time, okay? I promise."
Miss Honey walked towards you, her face softening with sympathy as she saw Luca's face, though she smiled brightly when Lily proudly held up the massive box. "Oh, Lily, these smell absolutely delicious!"
"We made them!" Lily said proudly.
"I see, sweety. Morning to you too Luca, are you tired? I have your soft pillow waiting just for you for nap time."
Luca let out a shuddering sniffle, unlocking his arms from Jack's neck.
"My blue one? With the stars?"
"Yes, that one."
Jack kissed his son on the forehead as he lowered him to the ground. "You hear her? Your favourite one. Be a big boy, alright? Daddy will be waiting right here to pick you up later."
Luca gave a nod, wiping his nose with the sleeve of his shirt as he took Miss Honey's hand. Lily immediately grabbed his other hand, guiding him gently into the school.
You walked back to the car in silence, the echo of Luca's quiet cries still lingering in the air. You stared out the passenger window, watching the kindergarten entrance fade from view as Jack pulled out into the street. Your heart ached, the image of your little boy’s tear-streaked face replaying in a loop.
Jack caught the shift in your posture immediately. He kept one hand on the steering wheel, reaching with the other to take yours.
"Hey," he said softly. "Talk to me, beautiful. You’ve got that look on your face."
"I feel terrible," you admitted. "Leaving him like that when he was crying… it breaks my heart. He has such a hard time during the day when he doesn't get enough sleep."
Jack gave your hand a comforting squeeze. "Miss Honey is great with him. He’ll be asleep before nap time even starts. Why is he so tired? Did Lily wake him up for making the muffins?"
"No, she didn't. She was really quiet. He woke up completely on his own because he realized her bed was empty."
Jack glanced over at you curiously. "Really?"
"Yeah," you nodded, leaning your head back against the headrest. "He came looking so lost, and the first thing he said was, 'Was alone.' It’s that twin thing again. It’s like his internal radar alarms him the second she leaves the room. He just... he relies so much on his sister. I worry sometimes that he depends on her too much."
Jack listened quietly. He pulled the car up to a red light and turned his head to look at you fully.
"Sweetheart," Jack murmured. "They’ve been sharing a space since they were in the womb. It’s not a bad thing that he relies on her. Didn't you see them at the door? The second he nodded, Lily took his hand. He protects her and she grounds him. They look out for each other." He paused to smile at you. "He is always so aware of her. Think about it." Jack chuckled. "He’s basically our security guard for our troublemaker princess. We should be thanking him."
You laughed thinking of how Luca always take care of Lily when she is up to something. "A four-year-old security guard who works for muffins?"
"Exactly. The perfect one," Jack grinned.
The light turned green, and he rolled the car forward, keeping his grip on your hand firm.
"You did good, Mama," Jack whispered, lifting your hand to press a kiss to your knuckles. "No more worrying. We have a date with our bed."
"Deal," you looked over at him as he steered the car toward your home. "You have such a happy face when it's my day off," you teased softly.
"Of course I do. It means I don't have to share you with anyone else for the next hours."
"Oh, is that it? You just want me all to yourself?"
"Absolutely," Jack murmured, he smoothly guided the car into your driveway and cut the engine, the sudden silence inside the vehicle making the space feel intimate.
He unbuckled his seatbelt and turned fully in his seat, leaning to trap you against your headrest. His eyes darkened as they traced your face, a deeply affectionate but thoroughly pervy grin spreading across his face.
"The kids are at kinder until four," he whispered, his hand cupping the back of your neck. "Which means no interruptions, no tiny feet running into the bedroom and no toddler emergencies. I have very specific unprofessional plans for how we're spending the first hours of our date, beautiful."
You let out a shy laugh as you reached up to tangle your fingers in his wild hair. "Dr. Abbot, are you taking advantage of your exhausted wife?"
"One hundred percent," he grinned, leaning down kiss you deeply. "Let's get inside before I decide the backseat is perfect enough." he whispered against your mouth.
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“i think i need bigger scrubs now, sweetheart.”
“what was that?” you turned your attention from your vanity to see jack looking at himself in the full-length mirror. you watched him shift his body side to side, analysing — he looked fine to you. you had no idea what he was talking about until you followed his gaze down to his belly.
he ran his hands down his gut, cupped the softness beneath it. he gave it a little jiggle then released it, the recoil made you bite your lip.
it was mainly your fault — your damn cooking and baking were to blame. jack used to live off of subscribing to a meal delivery service. it was ‘okay’ but it was nothing like home-cooked food. apparently he’d rather dedicate his time for yoga and going out for a run.
even jack had gotten a little lazy for those. you insisted on staying in bed for a bit longer to cuddle, or a quickie. you always made too much food, and you always press him to finish his plate. it was a mindset that’s been passed on to you by your grandparents, to ‘clean up your plate’ because ‘someone had taken precious effort to make it for you.’
and there was also a sense of satisfaction to see jack enjoy your cooking. you already felt ‘full’ watching him eat.
you set your brush down and rose from your seat, making your way behind him. you pressed yourself against his back and wrapped your arms around him, your hands barely meeting at his belly. then you rested your cheek against the beef of his arm.
you looked at him seriously through the mirror. “jack–” you started before he interrupted you, “i’m not complaining, just noticing.”
he continued, “it’s just. . .not exactly comfortable, especially when we move around a lot. we’re in the emergency department — it’s like a medical survival show.”
you laughed softly, you agreed. you were ready to admonish him for talking down to himself, you were happy that was not the case. he would be always attractive and sexy in your eyes.
his growing belly excited you so much you didn’t realise you’d started running your hands languidly up and down, kneading and squeezing the fat.
jack looked down to your hands, raising a curious eyebrow. he felt your chest release heavy breaths, he turned his attention back to the mirror. there was a distant look in your eyes, glazed over. your mouth slightly agape. huh.
“uhh, hon? should we head out?”
you snapped out of it at the sound of his deep voice. when you came to, you saw him sporting a tiny smirk. you felt your face heat up with embarrassment.
jack started to connect the dots throughout the night — the way you stared at his stomach when he clasps his hands behind his back during handovers, the gentle pats of praise for his good calls, and, again. . .the containers of food you brought that could be shared between three people, all somehow ending up all for him.
it never occurred to him until now, you’d completely conditioned him into eating more than he usually did. oh well, you wormed your way to his heart through his stomach.
as soon as you locked the door after you got home, jack pulled you into a tight embrace. he’d done it on purpose, holding you against him until you felt his soft belly getting squished between you. you tried really hard to stop the small whimper that escaped you, but he heard it. cat’s out of the bag now.
“anything you wanna tell me, sweetheart?”
“umm. . .” you could sense blood rush to your face with humiliation again. how could you possibly confess the dirty stuff you want to do to his belly? you stood there quiet and frozen in place. you wanted to separate yourself from his grasp, run to the bedroom you share with him, and lock yourself in.
but jack had voiced it out for you. “i saw you eyeing my stomach.” he ran his palms slowly over the exposed skin of your arms, trying to soothe you. “it’s okay. you like it that much?”
“you like that it’s getting bigger? you like seeing the result of your care and how much you love me?” he continued talking, “fuck, baby. . . now that i’m thinking about it, the way you take care of me is making me sooo fucking hard.”
you gasped at his crudity. he suddenly held one of your wrists and placed your hand on the top of the fat, then he led it downwards to his raging hard on. the sound of your whiny moan made his hips buck up.
he rested his forehead against yours, you could feel his heavy pants fan on your lips. jesus, he’s really horny.
“s-show me. fuck—” he didn’t stop thrusting into your hand, he just kept going. “please, baby. please— show me what you wanna do to me.” he sounded absolutely pathetic begging you, and you fucking love it. you could feel yourself soak through your underwear and pants.
“use me.”
you instantly dropped to your knees, you bunched his scrub top and undershirt up until his tummy was revealed to you. you peppered it with open-mouthed kisses, licked it, bit it, sucked a hickey on it — all the while keeping your eye on jack completely losing his mind.
you were never good with talking dirty, instead you showed it through your actions.
you tugged his pants and boxers down, the heaviness of his cock slapping against the plush of his belly. it was, by far, the sexiest sight you’d ever seen.
you gave him one last kiss on the side of his gut before you enveloped the tip of his cock with your mouth. there was no teasing or patience — you pushed yourself towards the base until you could feel your lips kissing his mound.
jack never pressured you into taking all of him, he could cum just by licking on his tip alone. but you wanted to make him feel good and hear him praise you for being such a good girl.
most of all, you wanted to feel the fat of his stomach pressing against your forehead. you squeezed the flesh with your hands, so you could get closer to him as much as possible. if you could choose a way to go, this was it — death by suffocation due to his growing belly. maybe next time you could ask him to fuck your mouth like a fleshlight whilst you lie on the bed.
you pulled away before ramming his dick inside your mouth again a couple more times. your top had darkened because it was drenched with your spit. at some point, you involuntarily started to hump the air. you could reach your orgasm just by sucking him off.
jack had to forcefully pull away, stumbling back, and would’ve fallen on his ass if you hadn’t help stabilise himself. he didn’t want to shoot his load yet, he badly wanted to see what else you’d do to him.
you two had stripped down to nothing along the way. you were sitting on the meat of jack’s thighs and started bouncing on his cock. you placed your hands on his belly, in awe of the way the movement of your hips caused it to ripple.
jack held on to your waist, watching you stare at his abdomen. something awakened inside of him, he adjusted the position of his lower limbs, bended his knees, and rested the soles of his feet on the mattress. he started to pound himself into you, meeting you halfway. the ripples turned into stronger waves, making you moan out loud and sinking your nails into the flesh.
he brought one of his hands to his mouth — biting the back of it as he groaned at the combination of pleasure and pain. his voice was muffled when he grunted, “i’m cumming, baby. shit–! i’m– cumming!”
he was surprised when you pulled yourself out because he’d always cum inside of you. he didn’t have the opportunity to question you as he could not stop his release, making a mess all over his tummy.
you were almost at your peak as well, you rolled your hips against his belly — your wetness mixed with jack’s seed were used as lubricant to easily rub your clit on him.
“jesus fucking christ.” jack quietly muttered to himself, the scene was making his flaccid dick harden again. “yeah. . . make it messier, baby. make yourself cum on it.”
your body jolted, convulsing in shockwaves. jack could feel your hole clenching and more of your juices leaking out of you. the real thing was even better than you could ever imagine, you’d been humping your pillow wishing it was jack instead.
you dismounted from jack’s body to position yourself at his side, you bent forward to start gently lapping on your mixed fluids saturating his skin. you took your time cleaning him up while he watched, adoring. today, you made him feel more loved and cherished. ♡
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drabble synopsis 𓂃 ໒꒱ you accidentally kick jack in the crotch while you’re asleep, and he’s left questioning whether he’ll ever recover. (0.7k)
pairing 𓂃 ໒꒱ jack abbot x fem!reader.
content 𓂃 ໒꒱ established relationship, fluff, sleepy antics, dry jack humour.
Jack had come to the conclusion that you somehow became an entirely different person once you fell asleep.
Awake, you were always looking for him. Whether it was your hand finding his while you watched a movie or absentmindedly leaning against him while you brushed your teeth, you always seemed to gravitate towards him without thinking.
Asleep, however, you were a genuine hazard.
It never started that way. Every night, you’d curl into his side, stealing his body heat and mumbling something incoherent before drifting off. He’d lie awake for another ten or fifteen minutes, listening to the steady rhythm of your breathing until he was certain you were asleep.
Then the adventure began.
Sometimes you stole every inch of the blanket. Other nights, you’d somehow end up lying across the mattress at an angle that defied basic human anatomy. More than once he’d woken up with your arm thrown over his face or your foot pressed into his ribs, leaving him wondering how someone so peaceful looking could move so much without ever waking.
Jack usually found it amusing.
Usually.
Tonight was no different.
You’d fallen asleep tucked beneath his arm, one hand loosely gripping the front of his shirt as if letting go wasn’t an option. Jack smiled to himself, brushing a few strands of hair away from your face before settling back into the pillows. The apartment was quiet, the only sound the occasional hum of the heater and your soft breathing against his chest.
It didn’t take long before he started drifting off himself, but then you moved.
At first, it was nothing more than a sleepy stretch, your shoulder nudging against his side before your legs shifted beneath the blankets.
Jack barely noticed.
The next movement came out of nowhere.
Your knee drove straight up between his legs.
The air disappeared from his lungs so quickly he wasn’t even sure he’d made a sound until a strangled groan escaped him. Every muscle in his body locked as he instinctively curled forward, one hand gripping the comforter while the other clamped over his face.
“Jesus…”
The sound startled you awake almost instantly. You blinked blearily into the darkness, pushing yourself up on one elbow, your hair sticking out in every direction as you looked over at him.
“Jack?” you mumbled. “What’s wrong?”
He stayed exactly where he was for another few seconds, taking one slow, painful breath before finally answering.
“…You got me.”
Your brows knitted together in sleepy confusion. “Whhat do you mean?”
“You kneed me.”
You frowned, still trying to wake yourself up, “where?”
Jack slowly cracked one eye open to look at you. “If I have to answer that, I’m even more concerned.”
It took a second before the realisation crashed into you, “oh my god.” Your hand flew to your mouth as your eyes widened. “Jack, I’m so sorry.”
“I know you didn’t mean to,” he said, finally managing to lean back against the headboard. He let out a slow breath, still wincing. “Doesn’t make it hurt any less.”
You were already reaching for his arm, your brows pinched together with guilt. “I was asleep, I swear. I didn’t even know I moved.”
“I know.” He turned his hand over so your fingers laced together, giving yours a small squeeze. “You’re okay.”
“No, you’re not.”
“I’ll survive.”
You searched his face for a second, trying to figure out whether he was saying that just to make you feel better. “Are you sure?”
Jack glanced down at the blankets, then back at you, one corner of his mouth twitching despite himself as he shrugged. “I’d still like to have kids with you someday, babe,” he said dryly. “So maybe we retire the flying knees.”
A horrified noise left you before another apology could tumble out, but Jack was already chuckling under his breath.
“Hey.” He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before tugging you back against his chest, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “I’m kidding.”
“You better be.”
“I am.” His hand resumed its lazy path up and down your back, waiting until he felt you finally relax against him. He let the room fall quiet again, listening to your breathing even out as you settled against him.
After a moment, he looked down at you with a smile he couldn’t quite hide. As much as he knew he probably shouldn’t, he couldn’t help slipping in one last joke. “I’m still trying to cope with the fact my girlfriend nearly ended my bloodline in her sleep.”
“Jack,” you murmured in warning, your eyes still closed.
He only laughed, pressing another kiss to the top of your head before settling comfortably back into the pillows with you tucked against his side.
andrew cody who genuinely can’t leave you alone once he realizes you’re ovulating (this is self-indulgent im so sorry.) nsfw
it felt like the world was collapsing, all you could feel was andrew’s tongue lapping at you like he was deprived of water for days. You’re not thinking at all— he’s pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and god, every time you feel like you’re ascending.
his nose prodding against your clit, tongue sliding in ‘n out and then licking a fat stripe up your cunt. It’s a never ending cycle. you’re holding onto the bed frame for dear life while he holds you against his face. He’s rutting up into the air, chasing relief so desperately. His tip is an angry red, cock throbbing but he’s not nearly as focused on that as he is on the scent of you.
your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, suffocating him almost but he doesn’t mind it, infact he seems to fuckin’ love it.
he’s so obsessed with your scent… especially how your panties smell after a particularly hot day outside. but nothing compares to when you’re ovulating, when you’re at his favorite time of the month. Fuck, he could die a happy man between your legs.
pope cody and his weird girlfriend (match made in heaven)
• no one in the family knows how the two of you met, or when either of you got together, you just kinda showed up one day and didn’t leave…
• you hardly ever smiled, unless it was to pope (who you lovingly called andrew) and even then it was tiny smiles.
• everytime craig or baz would try and mess around with you, all they’d get back was a big eyed stare that would creep them out and they’d back off (pope secretly thinks it’s funny)
• one day craig and deran came home to the two of you taking over the living room. pope was sitting on the couch, nature documentary on, and you were sat on the floor between his feet. a gathering of tools sat neatly around you on the coffee table as you held a dead butterfly, carefully pinning its wings to some styrofoam
“what the fuck is that?” craig furrowed his brow as he came over, looking down over your shoulder at what you were doing. “entomology.” pope muttered, glancing down to see you hyper focused on pinning the orange insect down. craig looked even more confused, looking for deran but not finding him anywhere.
“bug taxidermy.” you said monotonously, taking pins between your fingers and pressing the sharp edge down into the pieces of parchment you had covered the wings with. “found her in the flower bed.”
“uh… nice.” craig rushed out of the living room and went to hide with deran.
• pope and his weird girlfriend that communicate through looks and grunts, no words spoken between them whatsoever some days
• the two of you don’t really sleep… up at odd hours of the night… sometimes just wondering around in the dark… you often scare the other members of the house if they are up only to see you, or pope, or the both of you just standing there (you think it’s funny)
• you also have ocd just like your boyfriend, things have to be a certain way… your way. and sometimes that leads to you and pope having little arguments about how things should be placed/ how things should be done, but your little spats never last long
• craig and deran had stopped by your house exactly one time looking for pope bc they hadn’t seen him in days and wanted to make sure he was still alive…. let’s just say they never came back after seeing creepy taxidermy animals all over the place (it didn’t help that you were brushing your raccoon lamp, its beady little eyes staring right into their souls)
• you often like to scare baz bc he’s an absolute dickhead to women and his own daughter,, so sometimes you just randomly show up at his house (he doesn’t even know how you got his address), creepily sit in the corner of lena’s room while she plays and stare at him, or come up behind him when he’s least expecting it, or just saying some odd shit to weird him out
• craig and deran like you surprisingly, you remind them so much of their older brother in certain aspects and they think the two of you are a match made in… they don’t know where, not heaven or hell, perhaps somewhere in between… baz doesn’t like you too much (and part of it’s bc he can’t charm you like he can with other women) plus he thinks your creepy. j knows to keep his distance, but whenever nicky’s around she thinks you’re odd, but cool
• pope and his weird girlfriend that like to sleep naked sometimes and not for any sexual reasons (well only sometimes lol) but for skin to skin contact, wanting to be as close together as possible (you want to be so close to him that you nearly constrict around him like a snake and your nails dig into his back but he doesn’t mind)
• the other family members often find the two of you just staring at one another. like a silent conversation was flowing between the two of you. then you’d smile, laugh softly like he had said something funny (the others are soooo confused by your dynamic)
• pope and his weird girlfriend that shockingly go crazy in the bedroom since they’re so quiet and monotone everywhere else,,, craig had only found out when he went snooping in their room only to find a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs stuffed in a drawer next to their bed and was like ‘??? what the fuck???’ and ran to tell deran who didn’t want to hear a thing about it
• you have a thing with bugs and other sorts of creepy crawlies. you will catch every single moth that flies into the house, attracted by the light over the island in the kitchen, pope will even lift you so you can grab them and put them back outside. you obviously don’t care to pick up dead bugs. you tease pope sometimes with the worms you pick up from the flower beds.
you once came up behind craig, saying ‘i have something for you’ only for him to nearly jump a hundred feet in the air when he seen the giant wolf spider that took over your whole palm. you gave him a little smirk as he flipped out, finding it hilarious
pope who doesn’t understand how intimidating he can come across as. except he does ⋆˚꩜｡
pope was protective when it came to you.
how could he not be? there were so many creepy people in the world. people who wouldn’t think twice about hurting you. it was his job to make sure that you were safe, that you were looked after.
that’s why he followed you almost everywhere.
to the grocery store? sure, pope is right behind you carrying the basket.
to the park? he’ll bring his skateboard, maybe teach you a few tricks.
to the beach? pope already has the sunscreen, ready to reapply it so you don’t burn in the sun.
there really was no limit to where he’d follow you to.
sometimes he’d make himself known
other times he didn’t
that’s why it didn’t alarm you when he followed you to deran’s bar. it was his brother’s establishments anyway, that gave him one extra reason to be there.
you’d told him that he should go socialize, take a break from being your sworn protector. pope immediately contested it. he didn’t like anyone here but you, why should he bother? after a bit of back and forth he reluctantly left your side. he’d “try” and mingle with the other patrons.
really he just sat down and watched whatever game was on tv. nursing a beer and not talking to anyone.
at least you’d tried.
that’s when you noticed that you were the one struggling to interact with others as well.
you hadn’t expected how people seemingly avoided you. there was the off chance that someone waved hello or gave you a smile, but they never stayed long enough to chat.
until your friend, sarah, spotted you from a few feet away.
she’d embraced you tightly, both of you exchanging pleasantries. finally, someone you could talk to.
about 20 minutes into the conversation was when you’d admitted your quarrel with tonight.
“i don’t know what’s up with people today, but it seems like no one wants to be near me.” you weakly chuckled, stirring your half empty glass.
“yeah, well i don’t blame them.” sarah replied. your head perked up, ready to take offense.
“what? what’s that supposed to mean?”
she looked around as if you’d said something completely asinine.
“are you serious? with pope cody staring you down like that? he’s practically issued a public service announcement that he’ll attack anyone who comes close.” she let out a breathy laugh, downing what was left of her long island iced tea.
you just sat there, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed. she had to be kidding.
sarah casted her gaze behind you, a chill running up her spine.
Pope stared intently at her. his usual hardened gaze strong enough to kill. the beer in his hand gone warm under his grip.
“i mean, god, he looks like he’s gonna kill me just ‘cause im talking with you.”
“what?” you immediately whipped your head around, sending a glare pope’s way.
his gaze softened when he caught your eyes. though, it quickly dissipated into a look of guilt. similar to that of a dog’s.
“for fuck’s sake- would you give me a second?” before sarah could agree you were already getting up out of your seat.
you marched towards pope, your shoes clacking against the cement flooring. he straightened up, putting his beer off to the side. he was in trouble now.
“what’s your deal?” you spouted, crossing your arms in front of you.
“my deal?” he muttered.
“come on, pope, you know what i mean.”
pope only shrugged, mumbling that he didn’t know what you were talking about. he let his eyes drift away from yours. as if that would make him look any less conspicuous.
you rubbed your brow, a faint laugh leaving your throat.
“andrew, you can’t just death glare anyone who comes up to me. this was supposed to be a fun night for the both of us.”
“s’only making sure you were okay.” he said quietly, his mouth forming an annoyingly adorable pout as he looked up at you.
damn him and his stupid face, his stupid eyes, his stupid curls-
“i understand that, but i’m not gonna suddenly die from being more than 6 feet away from you.” you huffed.
“I know that.” pope replied, feeling more defensive of his position.
“do you?”
pope leaned back in his seat, growing more fidgety.
“do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked softly.
“what- no! andrew, absolutely not.” your voice softened. you loved having pope around, even if you knew his reputation preceded him. you just wish he didn’t make it so easy to live up to those expectations.
you looked around, a few eyes watching your interaction with pope. you sighed. leaning down to cup his shoulders with your hands.
“I just wish you wouldn’t death stare anyone who tries to come near me.”
pope’s eyes shifted between your own. he shrugged his shoulders.
“that’s just how i look.”
you couldn’t stop a small smile from breaking across your face.
“well could you try not to? for my sake?”
a moment passed before pope nodded. he hesitantly reached up, grasping your hand.
you sighed, dragging him up to his feet. you held his hand tighter, leading him to the exit.
“let’s just go home, yeah?”
pope leaned into your touch, rubbing his thumb across the top of your knuckles.
“hey! you didn’t pay for your drinks!” deran shouted from behind the counter.
“I’ll pay for it.” pope shouted back, holding the door open for you. his gaze stuck on your pretty face.
at the end of the day, you loved pope’s unconventional forms of affection.
a/n: i despise all the different tenses, also im chronically abusing the sentence slasher thingy
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