She was the standard, his firsts. You? You were just the rebound, never the first one, never the girlfriend.
No matter how much he reassured, promised, or explained, you knew deep down he was projecting their previous relationship onto you. The same old reused pet names, the way he wrapped his arms around your waist, his hands — which once perfectly fit against her hips — still adjusting to the unfamiliarity, the way he buried his nose against your hair, his mind still expecting the smell of her shampoo.
You acted like you didn't notice it or it didn't bother you, but it ate you up inside. The way he'd look at you with that same smile he flashed to her — but his eyes held less joy, and more bitterness. It was sickening, the subtlety of it. Call it out and you'd be seen as crazy, but you couldn't just ignore it.
Then it was the gifts. The mix-ups happened more often. He thought this was your favorite color! You corrected him, and replied it was hers. He swore you loved this, you shook your head and reminded him it wasn't yours. Remember your inside joke? No, you weren't there, she was.
You didn't know how long you could keep up with this, in somebody else's shadow.
Then it happened.
In the dead of night, he held you in his arms, his face buried in the crook of your neck as you ran your fingers through his hair; And this finally felt.. normal. Like your moment, no one else's. No one to compare to.
Until you heard it. He whispered her name against your skin, and god, it stung. It burnt, and you felt disgusting, like her name was etched into your skin.
You had never pulled away so fast, that once peaceful moment shattering into a million pieces, the shards cutting into you. You stared at him with millions of emotions crashing through you. Anger, disbelief, despair.
But one emotion stood prevalent — realization. It solidified all the doubts you had.
Because he was never yours, you were just the rebound, the doctor to heal him up and pick up the pieces before he'd eventually come crawling back to her. You're the distraction, the lesson, the realization he needed that she was the one for him.
You had left, and it shattered your heart more that he barely did anything to stop you.
✩
It had been a few weeks since you ended things with him. You finally had the courage to step outside rather than rot in your apartment.
Then you saw them again, together now, sat inside a restaurant, his eyes finally lighting up the same way it used to. Not with you, though.
The food you were eating became unappetizing as you stared at the plate, all steps of healing crashed down in a single moment.
His eyes flicked towards your frame, looking at the woman he used, broke, and discarded, and without a second thought, focused back on the girl of his dreams, pushing down all the feelings of guilt.
But he couldn't keep hiding from that shame, shame that he had haphazardly taken advantage of you and your kindness.
It'll eat him up forever, and he'll never have the guts to look straight at you again.
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wrote this with lacy, glimpse of us, deja vu, and all because I liked a boy on loop!
Jack feels like a bloody fool for not valuing you enough, for letting himself be carried away by the desire to return to his former glory days and the attention of another woman. He can't stop thinking about how he never should have left home, left you.
Jack can picture you cooking while the sunlight shines directly through the window. How many times he's witnessed that scene, simple but always warming to him. But he took it for granted, and now he'll never see your bright smile or have your sweet kisses again.
He thinks about you, wonders what you're doing, wonders if you're okay. But he already knows the answer. You must be worried about him; it's been days since he last saw you, and you must be trying to find him. That thought makes him nauseous and fills him with fear.
You couldn't come to this island, you couldn't fight these damn robots. You would die like him
Damn it, he'd rather you think he abandoned you than you end up dead because of him.
Gods, please don't come looking for him.
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Gamma Jack-no, Jack Miller had a bad day at the factory. He got yelled at by his boss because Jack decided to take a quick seat due to exhaustion. The foreman's grating voice and hotheadedness completely ignored Jack's reasons as he barked at the man for being an incompetent twat whose only good asset is his good looks.
Something snapped within Jack, he usually thrives in words like that but ever since the ban of supers, somehow it irritates him. Oh, how his fists glowed a faint green. It would only take mere seconds for that hideous foreman to be disintegrated into a pile of hot ass. But he instead took a breathe and monotonously apologized before taking a wrench and goin back to his work.
Whatever, guys like that foreman had nothing going for them anyway. He needed this job to keep food in the table.
Jack smells the sweat, oil, and iron stuck to his clothes as he entered his pickup truck and he grimaces. With a roll of his eyes, he jabbed the keys in the ignition and drove home...but got stuck in traffic as honks and angered yells filled the street. It was tempting to just get out of his car and fly back home but he didn't have super strength like Bob to lift up a car. So all he could do is groan loudly as he waits for traffic to subside as his stomach growls for food.
Finally, he was back home. He parks the car in the driveway and drags his legs towards the front door. He looked at his watch and saw that it was past 12 already, you were most likely asleep seeing that the lights are turned on...wait, on?
He sees that the living room window flickered behind the curtains as he stops in front of the door. Strange how you were still awake, you were always a woman of routine. The door suddenly opens, revealing you with sleepy eyes and a tired smile.
"Traffic?" You mumbled without waiting for an answer as you lazily wrap your arms his shoulders. He sighs before dropping his tool bag to wrap his arms around your waist. "You hate dirty."
"But I don't hate you."
"Sorry, I'm home so late."
"Its ok, 'm glad you're home safe." You kissed his cheek as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a plate for him. Gamma Jack watches from behind as you methodically placed a plate of mashed potatoes, green beans, corn and steak in the dinning table. He quickly washes his hands before relishing in the dish that was cold but he didn't mind that, not when his heart was warm at the sight of you sitting across him.
Eyes blinking sleepily as you suppressed a yawn, he stops biting mid chew and gestured his his head towards the hall where your shared bedroom was but you shook your head. He couldn't help but sigh in defeat. Since when did he get so damn lucky?
You were there for him ever since he was still a super and stayed with him, comforting him after the ban, enduring constant arguments about his powers and complaints about being a normie, and him jumping from job-to-job.
You were still there beside him. Smiling hopelessly as he flirts with you despite marriage, kissing him before he leaves for work and complain with him as he talks about his boss, and letting him in girl gossip.
Jack could feel his lips stretch into a smile as he sees sleep had taken over you shortly after he started to wash his plate. You wanted to wash it but he insisted. Carefully, he approaches the couch and over from the back, you were leaning against the arm, an arm to your side and the other under your head. A laugh rumbles from his chest as he sees the small drool at the corner of your mouth.
With practiced ease, he carries you like a bride as he goes towards their shared bedroom. He carefully lays you on the bed before he stripped of his work clothes to enter the bathroom, to wash off the sweat and grime of todays work. He didn't bother wearing a shirt, less laundry for you to worry about.
He enters the bed, climbing under the blankets to search for you. Arms wrapped your body, tucking you under his chin as he breathed in your scent.
After the ban, he didn't know what to do with himself not under the limelight, showered with praise, women clinging to him like leeches, and villains he killed with ease. But if there was one thing that was consistent even after ban was him coming back to you after a long day at work.
He remembers receiving an unknown package earlier that day, the brown envelop tumbles out of his locker. He entered the toilet stall where inside the envelop was a device which revealed a beautiful woman--not that you were gorgeous yourself--saying that he could go back to being a super with double the pay.
Double the pay from his measly factory gig and other side jobs would be great, you could stop your waitress job in that dinner. But as he recounts his glory days...he remembers that you were always so stressed whenever he comes back home, tears gleaming your beautiful eyes.
A groan stumbles from you as you felt your husbands familiar warmth envelop you. You cracked an eye and open and saw him still awake, thinking. You kissed his handsome and strong jaw, catching his attention in return as he pressed his lips against your hairline.
"What're you thinking, baby?"
"Just how lucky I am to have you."
He didn't call Mirage, he threw away the business card and burned the gadget before resuming his work.
A/N: the incredibles getting popular again? oh hell yes. i love this nasty, megalomaniac freak. hope you enjoy. comments and reblogs are always appreciated!
Tags: dub-con, forcefulness, degradation, public sex, rough sex, p in v, choking, misogyny
Wordcount: 1.3k
You were unsure of how life came to be this way for you. You were sure your poor decisions slipped your conscious, ducking between the cracks of late rent and unsupportive family, but if you could have stopped yourself before it got this bad, you would've. You would have grabbed the old you by the shoulders and shook her.
You would have smacked the stolen bracelets and rings right out of her hands. When you were starting small, testing the waters, you would have stopped her. You would have told her that it wasn't worth it, that there were other ways.
You didn't ever get the chance to stop yourself, though, so you only got worse. Less cautious. You felt the risk and reward of criminal life wash over you. Where you were just barely scraping by, you now had more than enough, and outside of even that, you had offers from real, powerful villains. Just teetering on the edge of something bigger for yourself, even if it was not the most noble path.
Unfortunately for you, taking one of those offers was the worst decision you made in your short, crime ridden career.
A villain had enlisted you for a heist of sorts. A sketchy man, but weren't they all? What business did you have judging him? His idea was not too far out of your wheelhouse, but it would be the first time you would had work on such a large scale. You were set to sneak into a jewel store at night. The plan seemed rather straight forward. Almost too easy. That should have tipped you off, but it didn't.
Disaster struck, and fast. You had barely escaped the store with a small satchel of gems and jewels in your possession when a terrifyingly iconic figure stood only a few feet away.
"Little thief in the night, huh?" Gamma Jack crossed his arms over his chest, back resting against the brick wall in the alley. "Cute. Very cute."
"We've got a couple choices here," he said, hand firmly pressing you against the wall by your throat. His other hand wandered slightly. Not suggestively, but with a quiet dominance. "You don't seem like a fighter, so I don't assume you're gonna try that. I could bring you down to the authorities, don't think you'll fight them either."
You were prepared for the consequences from the moment you saw him. You may have been a criminal, but you weren't blessed with any powers to fight against him. Hell, for all purposes, you were just a woman. A woman with criminal intent, sure, but still. You hadn't the skill nor the energy to resist arrest. You were willing to let him take you into custody, you'd deal with the rest from a jail cell, you supposed.
That wasn't what Jack wanted, though.
"Or, we could work out a deal."
You eyed him suspiciously. Handsome as he was, his face reeked of hidden motive. Nothing about a deal with him seemed safe, but you were in no position to turn him down.
You spoke up finally, mouth dry. "What sort of deal?"
He ran his free hand over your hair, smoothing it out with eerily gentle movements. It felt like he was coaxing something out of you. Luring you into a false sense of comfort—it was working, to an extent. His touch did feel quite nice.
"You just sit there and look pretty, doll. You won't have to move a finger for this, I might forget all of this," he tilted his head over to the spilled pile of gems in the corner of the alley, "if you shut those lips and let it happen."
You fell for his trap perfectly. Like a sacrificial lamb, too stupid to see the blade in its shepard's hand, too blinded. That's what you were. Blinded. Completely blind to the thin, porcelain mask of charisma Jack wore.
You thought that his touch would remain soft, that this would be easy. That it would be worth it to just give in and be free. You would have rather served jail time than this, you were sure of it.
"If you weren't so pretty," he said hiking your leg up, pushing it against your abdomen to help deepen his thrusts, "I probably wouldn't be so gentle with you. You're a lucky thing, aren't you?"
Gentle wasn't the word you would have used to describe his actions. His hands were calloused and rough as they dragged over your body. You felt used to completion, yet he still took more from you.
You had been pushed against the wall for uncomfortably long. The texture of the brick had started to imprint into your bare back. It scratched your flesh each time Jack fucked into you, but that wasn't nearly as bad as the crescent shaped divots his nails left over your tits and hips. They burned a soft pink hue, catching too deeply on your delicate skin.
What was worse than all of that, though, worse than every stinging touch and bloodying thrust, his words stuck you like needles. Thinly veiled insults wrapped as compliments were spat into your face.
"With a pussy like this, you'd be better off a working girl. Could make some real money sellin' this thing." He forced his mouth against yours again, not minding how your teeth clashed with his. There was no passion nor tenderness. Just rough, pure desire. "I'd be your best customer, baby. Good thing I'm getting it for free now."
It hurt. He could just laugh off his little jokes, his mean spirited, sexual jabs. You would have let your self sniffle and sob if you didn't think it would get him off even further.
"You know what I like about dames like you? You're all so desperate. Look at you—startin' a life of crime and for what, baby? Must be on your last leg here."
With his tongue back down your throat again, you nearly gagged. You couldn't seem to escaped being penetrated by him. Not even your mouth was safe, and it was beyond humiliating. What was more embarrassing was tight feeling in your stomach that started to grow. You really didn't want to cum, he didn't deserve the satisfaction of it, but it would likely be the only win you would get out of the whole thing.
It was a degrading feeling—having you cunt betray you to clench over your momentary enemy like a vice. Gushing over his cock, painting it with sweet release. You shuddered at how his eyes dipped down between the two of you. They bored into the dimly lit scene, watching how your slick coated him so perfectly.
If he were in the right headspace, he would have shoved his cock back in you when he came, but he lost control as soon as you finished. His dick twitched, the tip just barely kissing your ruined entrance, and he shot load just on the outside of your cunt.
Surprisingly, he let you move your leg back down and out of his grasp. You tried to steady yourself, but you felt so weak.
You bit your cheek, trying to hide how out of breath you were. "A deal's a deal, Jack," you said, avoiding eye contact with him.
He let out a soft chuckle. "You can't really think I'd keep good on that, can you?"
"You—!"
He pressed his hand over your mouth to shut you up. "See, I was just going to kill you once we were done here, but we're not done. I think you'll be useful to me alive."
Your eyes blew wide. This wasn't how it was supposed to go, this wasn't what you agreed to!
"Could use something like you on my days off," he said, loosening his grip on your throat just a bit. Not enough to stop the dizzying feeling, but enough to let air through. "You're coming home with me, pretty."
♡ 𝐬𝐮𝐦. After attending Helen and Bob’s wedding, Jack can’t help but give you a tempting offer back in his apartment (2k)
𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — afab!reader x gamma jack, 18+ smut mdni, consensual sex, hookup, alcohol mentioned but no one gets drunk, fingering (f receiving), nipple play (f receiving), p in v, unprotected sex, and creampie. NOT PROOFREAD!
That was the saying, anyway. Weddings were celebrations of love so radiant that it spilt over into everyone present, an infectious sort of happiness that made even strangers feel like family. You sat among the guests with the familiar, bubbly ache swelling in your chest, clapping, smiling, watching Bob and Helen make their vows. However, as much as you wanted just to soak it in, a treacherous thought whispered in your mind: what if it were you up there in the white dress, promising to share your life with another?
You pushed that notion down into the depths of an unconscious psyche, the way you always did. Commitment wasn’t your thing; that was what you told everyone: friends, flings, and even family when they continuously asked when you were going to settle down with a lovely man and start a family. It wasn’t like you were totally against the idea of settling down, or disliked people who chose that path; it just felt unfeasible sometimes. You had no issue getting a date, it was just making them stay and trying to mould them into the partner you wanted that was the issue; no matter how many times you had a therapy session where your therapist always said you couldn’t change people, it still always stung how you’d see people become better versions of themselves for a partner, and no one ever did the same for you. So, you just wore the label of ‘noncommittal’ like a badge of honour, at least you wouldn’t get hurt or feel embarrassed if things only remained as a fling—just rolling with the punches, you always told yourself. After all, it wasn’t like you had time to settle down and think about a love life, not when your career as a superhero was taking priority in your life. A role of wife in the suburbs probably wouldn’t happen, and you were okay with that, right?
The ceremony was beautiful, despite Bob arriving ridiculously late. You had the chance to watch their vows, witness how they toasted to their happiness, and then retreat to the reception’s edge. Your eyes continues to watch how they fed each other a slice of cake, both of them being gentle and holding their hands in a cupping motion underneath the fork as they partaked in a tradition; on the other hand, you were sitting at the corner of the room, at a table alone with amber liquid in your hand, your two left feet firmly keeping you off the dance floor. Couples spun across the room, laughing, swaying, their movements full of ease and warmth. Husbands twirled their wives, boyfriends dipped their girlfriends, and arms wrapped securely around someone who mattered.
Must be nice, you thought as you continued to swirl your glass.
You couldn’t help but think about your plans—or shall we say your lack of—when you would come home. Like any other day, you would go home to emptiness, maybe have another drink and convince yourself that it was never an issue and that even heroes need a bit of pick-me-up now and again, and fall asleep, alone, as per usual. It seemed everyone had someone, and you were left with silence.
“Now,” came a smooth voice at your shoulder, interrupting your sombre thoughts. “What’s a pretty thing like you doing all alone?”
Of course. Jack.
You smirked without looking at him, your vision remaining on the glass. “Oh, you came, I didn’t expect you to be here. Weddings never struck me as… your kind of celebration,” you answered back.
“Bob’s my friend,” he replies easily, settling into the seat beside you with confidence radiating off him with every word and movement. “Had to show up. Besides, Helen doesn’t exactly hurt the view.”
You rolled your eyes, teasing. “I’ve yet to meet a girl in this room you haven’t ogled.”
He grinned, unbothered. “What can I say? I appreciate variety. Diversity of taste isn’t a crime.” His smile curled into something sharper, more deliberate, his movements creeping closer to your personal space as the pad of his finger ran up your arm. “And for the record, you’re definitely the one I’ve ogled at most.”
Of course, classic Jack. It was well known to everyone that Jack was a ladies' man, a womaniser to be exact. Still, at least he never tried to be something he wasn’t. He was honest about enjoying a roll in the hay and appreciating the aesthetic of a woman—friend or foe. With both of you having the ‘noncommital’ aspect of your public personality, it was no wonder that you two had conversations that were rich in tension and flirtation. But it wasn’t like you were complaining; it felt nice to be wanted, even if it was for one thing.
You arched your brow, lips quirking in return as your gaze finally met his. “Oh, really?”
“Really. When do I ever lie?”
Of course, you did want to be cheeky and announce the times he did lie, perhaps trying to get away with something he or his friends did that was mischievous or how he let yet another pretty villain out because she gave him the eyes. But, you weren’t going to go into detail. If all things went to plan, maybe you wouldn’t have to be alone with your thoughts tonight. You would take anything if it meant a change from your miserable routine.
“Hm,” he could audibly hear you biting back a response, watching as you sipped your drink to mask your growing smirk, “but you do get a little… much sometimes.”
He chuckled, leaning closer, the warmth of his breath brushing against your skin. “What can I say? I get ahead of myself. But… tonight’s about celebration,” his finger started to trace slow circles on your skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake, “and you look lonely… I’m feeling kinda lonely… I wanna fix that, don’t you, doll?”
You kept your voice and demeanour smooth, matching his game; it wouldn’t be fun if he didn’t have to put even the slightest bit of work in. “What happened to being here to support a friend?”
“C’mon, doll,” he murmured, closing the space between you as his muscular arm started to wrap around you, feeling the quality of his shirt as it pressed against your skin. “You know there’s always been something between us. We just never gave it a chance… Besides, you’ve always been on my radar… I say we take a chance.”
It was bold. Too bold. And yet, with the warmth spreading in your chest and the image of another quiet night in your empty apartment awaiting you, well, that choice wasn’t difficult.
~~~
After the celebrations, it wasn’t long before you found yourself in Jack’s apartment. Neither of you wasted time; the champagne glasses were abandoned on the coffee table, and a trail of discarded clothes marked the path to his bedroom. The place looked every bit the bachelor pad you imagined it to be: sleek, dark tones that practically screamed red flag. Maybe it was the alcohol, perhaps it was the gnawing loneliness you’d be fighting all night, but you didn’t care. Tonight, you were content to be his flavour, and he knew exactly how to make you forget about the ills of anxiety festering in your mind.
“F-fuck, Jack,” you cried out, toes curling as his fingers worked mercifully between your thighs. The slick slide of them inside you had your body arching off the bed, needy whimpers spilling from your lips. “Mm, I can’t handle—fuck… I can’t take any more.”
“Oh, I think you want more, don’t you, dollface?” he drawled, eyes glinting with amusement as he slid a third finger in your arching hole, stretching you deliciously. A shudder tore through you when he curled them just right, brushing that spot that made your vision spark white. “Look at that… you’re so tight, grabbing onto me like such a good girl… I think you can take a lot more.”
“Please—Jack, I can’t—” your voice cracked, hips bucking helplessly against his hand, you were practically obsessed with how he was making you feel, slowly pushing your body weight down to fuck his fingers into wild oblivion as your chest rose and fell rapidly with each labouring breath of desperation you made just for him.
He chuckled low in his chest, leaning close enough that his lips brushed your ear. “You think you’re reading for my cock, sweet thing?”
“y-yeah,” you gasped, clutching the sheets in a death grip, your eyes starting to roll back into your head as you felt the pad of his thumb trace sensual circles around your sensitive bundle of nerves; your lip quivering as he matched the overwhelming feeling with a long, wet, stripe licking along your pebbled nipple.
“Oh, I think you can ask better than that, sweetheart,” he gave you a dangerous smirk, “come on, ask properly.”
“Please… Jack… I want—I need to feel you, please, please, please,” you mewled out pathetically. To think you were dealing a good stack of cards at the reception earlier, now you’re left to be a shuddering mess of a person.
“Mm, that’s better, much better,” he finished his words off with a playful nibble of your erect bud, leaving you to release another gasp into the atmosphere. He finally withdrew his fingers, starting to line his body up with yours. “Besides, how could I deny a lady when she begs so sweetly?”
He was so annoying, so infuriating, yet felt so good. Jack had you wrapped around his little finger. As much as you knew he had far too much practice in moments like this, you didn’t care, you only cared about the pleasure he had you chasing; how he ignited that coil within you to start to tighten into a knot, tension rising as you were chasing for the coil to snap back into a releasing straightness.
He pressed the thick head of his cock against your soaking entrance, teasing you as he slid it up and down sensually and painfully slow, making you whimper every time it caught at your entrance, waiting for when he’d finally press himself in.
“Jack,” you whined, half-lidded eyes looking up at his, a pleading look painted over your features.
“You look so fucking good like this,” he murmured, voice like velvet. “Why haven’t we done this sooner? Seems like such a waste.”
“I—I-I don’t know—just shut up, and—aahhh!” Your words cut off into a scream, your eyes widening and fluttering into a blissful look as he buried his thick, hard length inside you with one rough, claiming thrust. Your legs automatically locked around his waist, dragging him impossibly closer as your walls clenched around him like a vice.
“H—holy shit,” he moaned as a shaky breath escaped as he felt your tight walls flutter around his throbbing cock, “tight little thing, aren’t you?” His groan was guttural, almost reverent, as he began to pound into you, the sound of skin meeting skin echoing filthy and raw. He shifted, hauling one of your legs over his shoulder to drill himself deeper, and you shattered, moans tumbling out in incoherent strings as your thighs started to shake and finger nails pressing into the skin of his back.
He was good, no wonder he was a favourite of the ladies.
Your vision blurred, breath ragged, until the coil inside you snapped, your release crashing over you with violent force. You cried out, gushing around him, and Jack soon followed suit with shuddering curses, spilling hot ropes inside your fluttering walls. As both of you kept releasing laboured breaths, he slowly continued to rock his hips inside your heat, milking every last pulse and stroke before finally pulling out, leaving you achingly empty.
Your legs collapsed on the bed, your body flat as your chest continued to heave, eyes fixed on the ceiling as you tried to catch your breath.
Beside you, Jack laughed softly, running a hand through his sweat-damped hair. “You know,” he murmured, his voice still thick with satisfaction, “it’d be a real shame to leave this as a one-time thing. Seems like a waste of a… really good connection.
a/n: Soooooo I've been in a fanfic slump for about a year now and I'm trying to get back in so I just wanted to write a silly and horny one shot to kinda just get writing and have a bit of fun. I have also been kinda obsessed with the incredibles and the loveable maniac gamma jack so I just had to write haha. I also know I did mention how I was gonna only post on ao3, tbh I know I change my mind tons but I think I might just keep writing oneshots here but keep my series and darker stuff on ao3. Anyway, I am thankful to anyone that took the time to write this and please be nice I haven't written creatively for a year so my quality probably isn't there, I do wanna improve myself so let me get back into the groove. All my love <3
Kiss it better | Gazerbeam x Gn! reader x Gamma Jack
Summary: You’ve been working as a hero doctor ever since the NSA discovered your unique healing ability. The job pays well, but you wonder if it's worth it when the trigger to your power is a little… strange.
Author's note: First long fic! I'm ngl, I was tempted to quit since this was such a pain to edit and revise, but I finished it for you guys 🤗 Hope you enjoy! I also posted this on ao3 so if you prefer to read there, it's in the Gamma Jack/reader tag
Warnings: Suggestive
Word count: 4576
Gazerbeam sits on an examination table in your office, dressed in casual clothes, with his hands resting in his lap as you check his ankle.
He had sprained it during a mission, and the ache was impossible to ignore. Normally, Gazerbeam avoided seeking your help, preferring to let his body heal on its own. But when an injury threatened to hinder his performance—like this one did—he was willing to make an exception.
“It doesn't look too bad,” you murmur, studying the joint carefully. “Shouldn't be hard for me to heal at all.”
“That’s a relief,” Gazerbeam exhales, the tension in his shoulders easing. “There's plenty of work that needs to be done. I can’t afford to dawdle.”
You purse your lips at that. He could definitely afford to take a break from work occasionally, but you know he wouldn’t allow himself to rest if he felt like he could assist in some way. His selflessness honestly leaves you in awe sometimes.
“I’d prefer if you didn’t immediately go back to work after this, but I can't stop you,” you admit with a resigned sigh.
You’ve known Gazerbeam long enough to realize that dissuading him is an impossible task. There’s no point in trying to convince a man as stubborn as he is.
Instead of replying, Gazerbeam watches as you check his injury. When his gaze lingers for too long, he looks away.
“I'm sorry for troubling you with this,” he says at last, his voice low and distant. “I know you're probably very busy…”
“Don’t be silly,” you chide gently. “My job is to keep you guys in top condition. I’ll always be ready to help out whenever I can.” Then, softer, “You’re my friend, Simon. I’ll never be too busy for you.”
Gazerbeam’s shoulders drop further, his posture loosening at your reassurance. Despite the dull timbre of his voice, his emotions are written clearly across his face.
“I appreciate that,” he mumbles, glancing back at you. His eyes are filled with such a genuine fondness that it makes your heart flutter.
A sheepish smile creeps onto your face. “Well, you know how my powers work, so this might be a little awkward.”
A faint half-smile tugs at Gazerbeam’s lips. “Yes, I'm well aware of how your powers operate. It’s a unique gift, and I respect your professionalism, especially considering how unusual the trigger is.”
That makes you feel slightly better. “Thank you. That means a lot to me,” you say, sincerity softening your voice.
The faint hum of the air conditioner fills the room as you mentally prepare yourself to heal him. You always end up feeling a little embarrassed before using your power. It’s amazing, sure, but you sometimes wish it had a more conventional trigger—preferably one that doesn’t involve you kissing your patients.
After a moment, Gazerbeam speaks up again, his voice calm and reassuring. “Go ahead. Do whatever you need to do.”
You nod, feeling a little anxious. This is the first time Simon will see your power in action. You really hope he won’t be put off by it.
Taking a deep breath, you move closer to his sprained ankle, dropping to one knee. Settling comfortably between his legs to get a better look, you notice the slight tension in his muscles as you near. It’s subtle, but enough to make your cheeks warm.
Pay attention, you scold yourself. He’s injured. Don’t ogle him.
Tentatively, you reach out and carefully run your fingers over his ankle before taking a hold of it.
He tenses a little, jaw tightening just enough to notice. He’s clearly trying to pretend it doesn’t hurt—but the flicker of discomfort on his face and the subtle twitch of his hand give him away.
To help him, you already know what you need to do. Looking up at him, you silently ask for permission one last time. Once he gives a small nod, you lean forward and gently press your lips against his swollen ankle.
Even though Gazerbeam knows what to expect, he still jolts—not expecting the rush of warmth that spreads through his body when you use your power. A faint blush creeps onto his cheeks and he draws in a sharp breath.
You let your power work its magic, a soft glow emanating from your lips as you channel your energy into him. The swelling in his ankle begins to gradually subside, the inflammation fading as the tissues repair themselves.
As you lift your head, you notice the tightness in Simon’s expression has eased, and the discomfort clouding his eyes has begun to fade. You carefully set his ankle down, testing its mobility to make sure the injury is fully healed.
Gazerbeam takes a moment to collect himself, his chest rising and falling with each slow breath. “That, uh... that was quite nice. A relief really. It feels like I never sprained it at all.” His gaze flickers toward you, then darts away almost immediately. “Thank you.”
You gently set his foot down, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at the sight of him more relaxed. “You’re welcome,” you say warmly as you get up from your knees. “Try to take it easy for the rest of the day, okay? I don’t mind healing you, but I’d prefer it if you didn’t get hurt.”
He pushes himself to his feet, rolling his ankle in a slow circle to test the repaired joint. As expected, the pain and swelling that plagued him earlier is completely gone.
The corners of his lips lift into a small, sincere smile. It's moments like this when you're reminded of how handsome he is.
“I'll try,” he says, his tone softer than usual. “But I can't make any promises.”
You roll your eyes at his last comment, knowing that he’s not lying. He can’t promise that he’ll take it easy—because honestly, it’s just not something likely to happen.
He's always pushing himself. It's admirable of course, but it worries you sometimes. You're always concerned that he'll push himself too far and end up getting seriously hurt.
You're pulled away from your thoughts when you notice a splotch of red on the far side of his left cheek. How did you not see that before?
Without thinking, you reach out and gently turn his head to look at his cheek, worry etched on your face. “Hold still.”
He’s a bit taken aback but stays still, obliging without protest. You get a better look at the red mark on his cheek—a faint bruise, probably from a fight during his mission.
You tut softly, lightly touching the skin near the bruise with your fingers. “You didn’t tell me you got hurt here too.”
“It wasn't anything serious, so I didn't find it necessary to mention,” he admits.
Your brows furrow. If you don't treat it now, it'll only get worse with time. Sure, you could let him heal on his own, but knowing you can help and choosing not to? It doesn't sit right with you.
Before you can stop yourself, the words slip out: “Want me to take care of it?”
It takes you a moment to process what you said. If you were to heal his cheek, you’d have to kiss him there. You’re not sure if he’d even be comfortable with that.
Your cheeks warm. Not that you mind kissing him, but his comfort comes first. You hope he doesn't think you're weird for asking.
Gazerbeam hesitates. Part of him wants to refuse, not wanting to trouble you with something as small as a bruise. But when he sees the concern in your eyes, he can't bring himself to say no. “Alright,” he says, his voice quieter than before.
His response eases your doubt, though a flicker of anxiety still gnaws at you. “Okay,” you say, doing your best to sound calm. “Could you lean down a little? You're a bit too tall for me to reach your cheek.”
He complies, lowering his head slightly so that he's at a comfortable height for you. “Like this?”
This flusters you more than you'd like to admit, the heat in your face worsening as the space between you shrinks. You force yourself to tune out the sudden pounding of your heart against your ribs.
“Perfect,” you say, your voice a bit shaky. “Now just stay still, okay?”
He nods and averts his gaze, the tips of his ears reddening.
You take a slow, steady breath, trying to calm your racing heart. It's just a quick kiss, you remind yourself. You're just healing him. There's nothing more to it.
But then why does it feel like there is more to it? Why are you suddenly more aware of his presence, of the warmth of his skin beneath your fingers as you cup his face, of the steady rise and fall of his chest as he breathes? You shake off your thoughts, refocusing on the task at hand.
You close the distance, gently pressing your lips to the bruise on his cheek.
As soon as your lips touch his skin, the familiar tingle of your power spreads across his cheek, healing the injury. His breath hitches ever so slightly. You wouldn't have noticed if you weren't so close.
You try to ignore the warmth spreading through you as your lips linger on his cheek for a moment longer before you pull away, breaking the contact. Taking a small step back, you give him a nervous smile. “There. All healed.”
He touches the spot where you kissed him, his fingers trailing over the now-healed skin. It's unmarked, the redness having completely faded.
“That… that feels much better,” he says, looking a little dazed.
It's a small thing, but seeing how affected he was from the kiss steadies your nerves. At least it's not just you feeling like this.
“Good,” you manage to utter. “I'm glad that helped.”
There's an awkward silence after that, neither one of you knowing what to say. You find yourself studying his face, noticing little details that you hadn't paid attention to before. Was he always this attractive?
“Well,” he begins, clearing his throat. “I should get going. I still need to file a report on my last mission.”
“Right, yeah," you say, forcing a casual tone despite the twinge of disappointment you feel. You didn't want him to leave just yet, but you can't exactly say that aloud.
“Take care of yourself, okay?” You offer a small smile. “And if you do get hurt again, don't hesitate to come to me.”
Gazerbeam returns your smile warmly. “Of course.” He takes a step towards the door but then pauses. “Truly, thank you. The work you do is very admirable.”
“You're welcome,” you beam, hoping you don’t sound too eager. “It's what I'm here for.”
He nods, looking like he wants to say something more, but ultimately decides against it. He gives you one last smile before opening the door and leaving your office.
Once the door closes, you collapse into your chair, letting out a deep sigh. What was that about? Why did healing him feel so… intimate?
With Gazerbeam gone, you're left in the quiet of your office, your thoughts swirling in your head. You can't help but replay the last few moments in your mind, the memory of his skin against your lips and the way he looked at you. It was probably nothing, right? You're just feeling lonely, that’s all.
You shake your head, trying to clear your mind. You can't afford to get distracted like this—you have a job to do. And so, you prepare for your next patient.
—
Gamma Jack had just returned from a mission, brooding over the fact that the supervillain he fought had actually managed to land a hit. His lip was split from the punch—courtesy of the villain’s ring, which had caught him square in the face.
He might have gone a bit overboard with how slow and painful their death was, but at the time, he was just too angry. Oh well. In the end, he did the world a favor by getting rid of them. One less supervillain to worry about.
He raises his hand, fingertips hovering just above the cut on his lip. The second they make contact, he lets out a sharp hiss.
Yeah. He doesn’t regret killing that supervillain at all, especially since they marred his face. It’s frustrating that he’ll have to wait for the cut on his lip to heal—it’s throwing off his otherwise handsome features.
Then, out of nowhere, he thinks of you. You’re a nurse… or maybe a doctor? He can’t quite remember. All he knows is that you could be the solution to his problem.
Since he’s at headquarters anyway, he figures it’s worth paying you a visit.
Gamma Jack strolls down the long hallway toward your office, humming to himself. His mind drifts to how good you look in that lab coat you always wear. He’s sure that whatever is underneath it is even better.
As he nears the end of the hall, he catches sight of Gazerbeam just as he’s leaving. His face is oddly flushed for someone coming from the nurse’s office.
“Finished getting some good ol' lovin' from our nurse?” Gamma Jack calls out with a playful grin.
Gazerbeam flinches, caught completely off guard by Jack’s sudden appearance, but he quickly regains his composure.
“Doctor,” he corrects smoothly. “And no, nothing of the sort. Just the standard procedure.”
If Gamma Jack didn’t know any better, he would’ve assumed Simon was just being his usual rigid self.
But unfortunately for him, Jack has sharp eyes. He noticed the red tint on Simon’s ears and neck almost immediately.
Huh.
So Simon has a thing for you. Why else would he be that red?
“You sure? You’re looking pretty flustered for someone who just got standard medical care,” Gamma Jack teases.
Gazerbeam adjusts his glasses even though they were already set correctly. “I’m perfectly fine. You should be more worried about yourself,” he says, nodding toward Jack’s face. “That looks like it hurts.”
Great, another reminder about his split lip.
“Ah, that? Just a little souvenir from a fight.” Gamma Jack shrugs off the concern. “I would say you should see the other guy, but… you know.”
“I suppose there’s no need to ask if you won, then,” Gazerbeam raises a brow.
He smirks. “Damn right. I always win.”
Gazerbeam shakes his head with a sigh. “Well, I have somewhere to be, so I’ve got to go. Goodbye, Jack. Make sure to get that cut treated. Wounds like that tend to get infected rather easily.”
Gamma Jack gives a casual two-finger salute as Gazerbeam walks away.
Once he disappears from view, Jack lets out a quiet chuckle. Simon has no idea just how obvious his crush is.
It’s a shame they both have eyes for the same person. He would’ve been the best wingman if Simon liked anyone other than you.
But that’s fine. Jack doesn’t mind a little competition between friends. It makes things more interesting after all.
He continues walking, eventually reaching your office. Instead of knocking, he decides to make a grand entrance.
—
The door flies open, slamming into the wall with a loud bang. You jerk in surprise, your pen and clipboard slipping from your hands and clattering onto the desk. You’re about to snap at whoever just barged in when you catch a glimpse of blonde hair and a familiar blue-and-yellow super suit.
Wait… Jack?
You’ve interacted with him a handful of times before, but it was mostly just him flirting while you shut him down. You’re not even sure he knows your name, let alone what your powers are; he certainly didn’t seem to be paying attention when you were first introduced, more focused on your looks than anything else.
Despite how annoyed you are with his entrance, you can't help but stare at him. He's a sight to behold: the way his suit clings to his muscular body, the confident smirk on his face, and those blue eyes that seem to pierce right through you—okay, enough of that.
You wonder why he’s visiting you, since he’s never done so in all your years working as a hero doctor. From what you can tell, he looks perfectly fine, aside from the cut on his lip.
He scrutinizes everything in your office as he saunters in, closing the door behind him with a kick of his foot. Once his eyes land on you, he flashes a charming smile. “Nice place you got here. But I personally think the view is better.”
He doesn’t even spare a glance at your window.
You sigh. You’re already exhausted, and the real work hasn’t even started yet.
You gesture to the examination table in the corner of the room, motioning for him to take a seat. “Cut the flirting, Jack. What do you want?” you ask, trying to keep your tone professional but failing to hide the slight exasperation in your voice.
He strides over to the exam table, casually swinging his cape over his shoulder as he sits down. He doesn’t hesitate to make himself comfortable, leaning back and spreading his legs wide, one ankle resting on the opposite knee.
“Straight to business, huh? I thought you’d at least have given me a ‘hello’ first, sweetheart.” He chuckles.
You roll your eyes. You’ve come to expect his overly confident, flirty demeanor by now—it’s a constant in every exchange you have with him. The man has ego for days, and it’s borderline intolerable. Still, something about him is magnetic, though you’d never admit that out loud.
You grab your pen and clipboard from your desk and make your way over, standing in front of the exam table and preparing to get started.
“So,” you begin, trying to sound as detached as possible, “what brings you to my office today?”
Gamma Jack releases a puff of air, amused by your attitude.
“You sure don’t waste any time,” he says with a crooked grin, tapping his split lip, caked with dried blood. “I need you to patch this up for me. Had a little run-in with a supervillain earlier—got me with a cheap shot. I’d rather not walk around with a scar ruining my good looks.”
You resist the urge to roll your eyes again. Typical. Of course his main concern is his appearance, not the injury.
Leaning in, you tilt his chin up with your hand to get a closer look at the cut. He lets out a chuckle, clearly enjoying the attention.
“You know,” he says, voice dipping into a husky tone, “You’ve got really nice hands.”
Heat rises to your cheeks. “Shut up.”
“What? I’m just stating a fact,” he retorts, grinning.
This is what you dislike most about him—his shameless, relentless flirting. You wonder if he even means half the things he says, or if it’s all just empty words thrown out without a second thought, meant only to charm and lower your guard.
You choose to ignore his comment and examine the wound on his lip, assessing the damage. The cut isn’t too deep, but it still needs cleaning. Releasing his chin, you reach over to the nearby drawer and pull out some cotton balls and antiseptic.
“This may sting a little,” you warn, dabbing a cotton ball in antiseptic and bringing it to the wound.
Gamma Jack winces as the antiseptic makes contact with his torn lip. “No kidding. That stings like a—ow!”
You smile at the look he shoots you, knowing it’s from the extra pressure you applied. “Oh, tough guy like you can’t handle a little pain?” you tease.
He narrows his eyes at the jab. “I can handle the pain just fine. I just wasn’t expecting such rough treatment from you, doc.”
You scoff but keep working, your touch careful as you clean the injury. Gamma Jack remains still, his eyes locked on you, studying every precise movement. The intensity of his gaze gets under your skin, and you seriously consider smacking your hand over his eyes to make him stop staring.
When you finish, you take a step back, scanning him once more to make sure you haven’t missed anything. The cut on his lip is clean now, leaving only a faint line where it split.
“All done,” you say, gathering the scattered supplies and tucking them away. “You’re good to go now. See ya, Jack.”
Despite your care, Gamma Jack doesn’t look relieved or thankful. In fact, there’s a hint of annoyance in his expression—a slight furrow in his brow, like he’s more irritated than anything else.
Weird, but whatever. His feelings aren’t your problem. As long as he’s physically okay, that’s all that matters to you.
You turn away to jot down some notes, assuming he’d leave now that he was no longer in any need of treatment. The scratch of your pen against paper fills the otherwise quiet room as you focus on your task.
It stays that way for a while—until Gamma Jack clears his throat.
“That’s it?”
You glance over your shoulder. “Excuse me?”
“That’s it?” he repeats, gesturing to his lips. “No special kiss?”
Your jaw drops. Special kiss!?
Left speechless by his words, it takes you a moment to answer him. “What in the world are you talking about?”
You’re almost certain Jack has lost his mind when he simply grins at you, eyes twinkling with mischief.
“C’mon, don’t play coy.” He tilts his head. “You know exactly what I’m takin’ about.”
“I don’t.” You do, but you can’t believe he’s actually asking for a kiss. You were so sure he had no clue how your power worked. Of course this is one of the things he remembers about you.
Gamma Jack smirks, raising a brow. “Oh really? Not a clue?”
You resist the urge to slap him. Seriously, is he this shameless?
Not that it’s surprising. With the number of people who fawn over him, it’s no wonder he’s like this.
“You’re unbelievable,” you huff. “I’m not kissing you.”
At your refusal, Gamma Jack groans and flops back on the exam table, dramatically posing like a dying Victorian woman.
The sight is so ridiculous you have to bite back a laugh. He looks so damn silly.
“Why not?” he practically whines.
“Uh, because it’s unprofessional? I’m your doctor. I don’t go around kissing my patients.” You pause, then add, “Not like that, at least.”
Gamma Jack shoots you a skeptical look. “Then why did Gazerbeam look so flustered coming out of your office, huh?”
“What?” You sputter, caught completely off guard.
He sits up, leaning back on his hands. You don’t fail to notice how his arms flex with the movement.
“Oh c’mon, don’t look so shocked. I’ve got eyes, y’know. I saw the way he was all red-faced. Couldn’t even look me in the eye when he passed by. Well, not that he usually does, but you get what I mean.”
You avoid his gaze. “Maybe he had a fever.”
Simon’s face did feel pretty hot when you kissed him. You refuse to believe anything other than that… yeah. (You’re in denial)
Gamma Jack snorts. “A fever? Yeah, probably one for you. He was as red as a beet. That doesn’t happen to a guy unless he gets something real good.”
Your face burns at the insinuation. “Shut up. It’s none of your business what happened with him.”
He laughs and raises his hands in mock surrender. “Don’t get all huffy with me, babe. I’m just sayin’.”
If he weren’t capable of erasing you from existence with a flick of his wrist, you’d choke him out.
“Don’t call me that,” you grumble, turning away to fiddle with some paperwork. Suddenly, it becomes very interesting.
“Aw, why not?” He leans forward, trying to catch your eye. “Don’t you like it?”
You grit your teeth. Why does he have to sound so smug? And why does it suit him so well?
“No. I don’t,” you say shortly, still looking anywhere but him.
You can feel Gamma Jack’s eyes boring into the back of your head. A shiver runs down your spine, but you act unaffected.
“Liar,” he drawls.
At this, your patience finally snaps. You whirl around, ready to give him a piece of your mind—but the words dry on your tongue when you take in the way he’s looking at you.
Gamma Jack stares up at you with half-lidded eyes and a knowing grin on his lips. He gives you a very obvious once-over, clearly enjoying the way your lab coat looks on you. Then his eyes slowly rise to meet yours, his grin widening to reveal perfect white teeth. It’s infuriating how attractive he looks right now.
“You’re so—ugh!” You rub at your face. “Do you really want me to heal your lip that badly?”
He pretends to ponder the question, stroking his chin with a playful smile. “Maybe,” he says. “It’d be nice not to have a cut there at all.”
“Your lip will heal just fine on its own, without my help. The cut’s shallow, so it shouldn’t even scar,” you say flatly.
“Yeah, but a kiss from my favorite doctor skips the healing process,” he winks.
Oh, for the love of—
You stomp over to Jack and pull him into a kiss, letting your frustration spill out.
He makes a startled sound but quickly matches your intensity. His hands slide to your hips, pulling you closer, and he groans as he returns the kiss just as fiercely.
The kiss is rough, messy, charged with both anger and desire. He nips at your bottom lip, making you gasp, then seizes the moment to deepen the kiss, slipping his tongue inside. His taste is intoxicating, and you can’t help but moan, fingers clutching at the fabric of his suit.
Using his grip on your hips, he pulls you onto his lap so you’re straddling him. You feel every contour of his strong body pressed against yours as his hands roam freely.
He breaks away from your lips only to trail hot, wet kisses down your neck. Finding a particularly sensitive spot, he sucks on it, leaving you breathless.
Gamma Jack chuckles softly against your skin. “I knew you wanted me. Don’t worry—I want you just as badly.”
You part your lips to reply, but he silences you with another kiss before you can speak. You melt into him, fingers tangling in his blonde hair. It’s almost easy to forget why you were angry in the first place.
Then you finally pull away, cheeks hot with anger and something you’d rather not acknowledge. You look at him: his lips are healed but swollen from the kiss, eyes glazed with desire. He’s like this because of you.
You ignore how much you like that thought.
Wiping your mouth, you try to regain your composure. “You got your kiss, you bastard. Happy now?”
He smirks. “Ecstatic.”
You’re just starting to move from his lap when the door to your office swings open.
“Hey, you know the drill. Got any—” Hypershock’s eyes go wide, disbelief halting him mid-sentence.
You and Gamma Jack both freeze, but your reactions couldn’t be more different. Horror and embarrassment slam into you, while Jack just flashes an easy, confident grin.
Hypershock lets out a long, weary sigh, rubbing his eyes. “I just wanted some goddamn Advil. Is that really too much to ask for?”
Tw: Smut, some fighting, swearing, masturbation, daydreaming, wet dreams, oral, P in V, intense kissing, sexual thoughts, the usual smut. Maybe a little detailed.
MINORS DNI
You and Gamma Jack were currently chasing a villain who had recently killed 2 people, along with destroying a whole building. You were so close before you got caught in a vine that the villan had produced, the villan being a plant based villan and all.
Gamma Jack quickly grabbed your hand and helped you before blasting the plant with a burst of radiation while you continued to chase down the villain. Your breath felt heavy in your chest as you and Jack were beginning to close the distance. Just then, the villain glanced back before shooting pollen all over you and Gamma Jack, making it very difficult to see.
You cough as you try to wave the pollen away from your face. "Shoot, he's getting away!" You said quickly, glancing over at Gamma Jack, who was now all yellow. This made you laugh slightly before coughing more.
Eventually, the pollen clears up, but the villain is no longer in sight. You and Jack tried to cover the area where the villan might be, but to no avail you didnt find them. You guys left the scene with heavy breath, pollen, and a side effect from the pollen you didn't know would take effect soon.
"Let's go back to the NSA and get checked out, just to make sure this stuff isn't gonna control our minds or something." Gamma Jack spoke, trying to dust himself off as he did.
After you guys got back to the NSA, you walked to the lab. As you guys sat there, being tested, you glanced at Jack before laughing.
"What?" Jack says, raising a brow.
"You look ridiculous!" You spoke, laughing at him as you did. He just shot you an eye roll before looking at one of the scientists. "So? Are we safe?"
"Not exactly. The pollen is not fatal, but it does have side effects. We are unsure of what, but the computers and testing do read that it isn't just normal pollen. You two will need to go home for around 2 days and stay there." The scientist spoke.
You nodded slowly before standing up. As you and Jack left the NSA, you couldn't stop glancing at Jack, but Jack looked rather preoccupied with his thoughts.
"I guess I'll see you soon." You spoke, looking over at him. "Guess so." He replied while looking back at you. That is when you guys went your separate ways.
Day 1
You woke up. For a second, you were thinking about what villains you'd have to fight today. But then you quickly remember you had to stay at home for today and tomorrow. So you decided you'd spend your day cleaning and watching tv. As the day progressed, your mind kept wandering back to images of Gamma Jack. They'd get more and more sexual as they continued. It was truly annoying, and you knew so well you shouldn't think of Jack that way, but it's almost like you had no control of your brain. No control of your thoughts.
Your mind would slip off into thoughts of how he'd look in his rather tight suit, how his muscles flexed when he'd make the slightest movement. Your mind even dared to wonder to his more intimate regions. You couldn't lie. He was definitely packing. As soon as that thought came into your brain your felt your breath hitch.
"No, no, no!" You mumbled to yourself before looking up at your TV. You just needed to focus on the television. Little did you know, Jack was struggling with the same thoughts
——
Jack went along his day by exercising, reading news articles, or watching some television. But just like you, his mind began to wander. It started off slow. Your soft hair, how good you smelled, your lips, how diligent you were.
Then it would progressively got more provokitive. Your body shape, the sounds you'd make when fighting off villans, the way you sometimes bit your lip when really, really concentrated. The only issue was that he didn't exactly mind those thoughts. Yes, he thought about stuff like that from time to time, but he liked thinking about you.
Day 2
As he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, he was visibly fighting the urge to somehow find you and do unspeakable things. He could feel his hand get slightly sweaty as he slightly gripped his sheets.
He let out a sigh before shutting his eyes and attempting to drift off.
Jack sat up fast, looking down quickly at his sheets. He had a wet dream. This was the first time in years he's had a wet dream. The worst part was that he was still hard. He ran a hand through his hair, mind flickering to the dream.
The way you grabbed at him, the kisses, the sounds, best of all the way your face looked as he thrusted in and out of you, his hands gripping at you hips. Leading himself in and out of you wet womanhood.
"Shit." Gamma Jack mumbled to himself. This was beginning to get way out of hand, even for him. What would he even do when he sees you.
Never mind that he already has a rather hard problem between his legs that need his attention.
——
Your morning went almost the same as his. You woke up from a sexual dream involving Gamma Jack. You laid on your back, sunlight lighting your room with a yellow glow as you let out a frustrated sigh.
You needed to relieve some pressure, so you opened your nightstand drawer. You dug through it like you were looking for some important documents or items.
In reality, you were looking for your vibrator. You grabbed it, instantly turning it on a medium setting before stuffing it under the sheets and into your panties. It felt like itching a bad scratch when it finally made contact with your woman hood, making you whimper slightly.
You closed your eyes, mind trailing off into a little day dream to help you get off.
Jack kissed your inner thighs, looking up at you with those handsome greenish blue eyes. His hands gripped at your thighs, forcing them to open slightly more. He pressed one final kiss right near your woman hood before licking slowly up your wet slit, making you shiver slightly.
His left hand slowly moved up your thigh before moving down your woman hood and inserting two fingers. He continued to lick at your woman hood, mainly focusing on your nub as he pumped two fingers in and out of you.
You let out small moans as you reach down to run a hand through his hair, encouraging him to increase the speed of his fingers. It felt like an elastic was being stretched in your stomach as you moved your hips in rhythm with his fingers. You let out needy whimpers as you felt yourself getting closer and closer. Then it's like that elastic snapped and your back arched, absolute slutty sounds leaving your mouth as you hips twitched against Gamma Jack's mouth and fingers.
You quickly pulled the vibrator away, legs still twitching slightly from the after shocks as you slowly caught your breath. You needed that so bad... you need Jack so bad.
—————————————
You were finally able to go back into duty. Weirdly enough, when you woke up that morning, all the thoughts and urges were gone. Like they never even happened. You couldn't have showerd and put your suit on fast enough before heading to the NSA.
As soon as you got there, you saw Gamma Jack. He was speaking with somebody. Most likely new information on the latest misson. At first, you were a little nervous to walk up to him, thoughts of your little day dream the day before making you all weak in the knees. But you pushed that feeling aside as you had work to do.
You both went out on a mission later that day, it was just as simple as going to some coordinates in the middle of nowhere. Simple, right?
Once you two got there, you looked around the area a little before walking. It looked like an abandoned building, and the concrete parking lot was cracked. As you walked beside Gamma Jack, you felt his warm hand brush against your thigh. You brushed it off, ignoring it completely. You always inisited that you couldn't let your mind wander during missions.
But as you two walked, your mind began to wonder. Once you realized this, you quickly felt your stomach drop. This was the worst place and person to let your mind wander at and near. You swallowed hard, glancing up at Jack, who clearly was thinking about something as he accidently ran into you.
"Sorry.." Gamma Jack spoke, looking down at you. Your eyes meet each other, but you quickly look away. "It's fine." You reply quickly. "Let's just do this." You added, wanting this to be done so you don't have to basically wallow away in your provocative thoughts.
Meanwhile, Jack was battling his own demons, watching you slowly walk faster to get ahead of him. His eyes drifted down your body before raking back up. He felt his heart thumping out of his chest as his eyes tried to focus on the ground.
You guys walked through the dark, empty building. The light in your hand scanning the walls around you guys. You two made your way into a dark room, looking around. As you turn around to leave, you look at Jack. You guys are at least two feet apart. But your eyes meet. As your eyes meet, you swear the urges come back and hit you like a brick wall, and Gamma Jack was feeling it too.
For around 5 seconds, you two stare at each other, the sound of your guys breath echoing quietly through the room before you set the light down on a table and pounce at Jack. Your lips press against his, and he does nothing to stop it. "I'm sorry, I... I can't help myself, I can't stop thinking about you." You whisper against his lips before pressing another kiss to them.
"Me too.." He sighs out between kissing. You hold onto his shoulders as he lifts you onto the table, the light rolling off it and onto the floor. You didn't care, though. You had more important things to focus on.
You guys roughly kissed each other, only stopping for some air before going at each other again. You gently nipped at his bottom lip before kissing his jaw. While you did that, he reached for the zipper on your uniform before sliding it down.
You move your face away from him for a second while he peels off the top portion of your suit. Leaving you in your bra. He then begins to attack your neck as your hands move to his hair, running and gripping at it. He leaves marks on your neck as he moves to your collar bone, kissing and sucking at your skin like your a sweet treat.
He reaches for the clasp on your bra, undoing it and throwing your bra on the table beside you. His warm hands instantly go to fondle and squish at your breasts, his half lidded eyes never leaving your chest. He then leans down and licks your left peak, his thumb running over your right peak, making you whimper slightly. His free hand made its way down to your hip, sqeezing it slightly.
Your hands moved down to the hem on the torso part of his suit before tugging at it. Jack pulled away, allowing you to take the torso part of his suit off before setting it on the ground. Your hands ran up his abs before stopping at the pecs. You then slowly looked up at him, the eye contact intense before you caught his lips in another passionate kiss. You then began to tug gently at the waist band of his boxers and lower part of his suit, slipping them down just enough to free his member.
"Somebody's eager." Jack purrs against your lips before continuing the passionate kiss.
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"You have no idea." You hum as you gently wrap a hand around his member and began to pump. You could hear his breath pick up slightly as he captured your lips in another kiss. You could feel his hands hook at your suit and begin to pull the rest of it down. His hands now resting on your hips.
There you sat in just your panties, hand still working at his member. You watched as he pulled away from the kiss to look down at you and admire your body. As you looked up, you noticed his hands were a more vibrant green than usual. You then pulled your hand away from his member to slip off your panties, discarding them on the floor beside you. Placing your hands down on the table.
Gamma Jack's hands moved from your hips down to your thighs, spreading them slightly more before sqeezing your thigh and moving his hand down to your woman hood. He ran a finger up your slit before inserting to fingers.
"So wet," he stated, eyes watching his fingers disappear in and out of your wet womanhood. His free hand then moved up to your breast, giving it a light squeeze. "Is this all for me, doll?" He chuckled.
You moaned and nodded, looking at him with half lidded eyes. "Do you, mmh, have a condom?" You asked hands gripping the table slightly.
"No... I don't," he spoke, looking down at you, watching the way your face reacted to every pump. "Pull out?" He suggested. It wasn't the best option, but it was good enough for you. A quiet moan left your lip as you nodded. That was all Jack needed, he pulled out his finger before stepping between your legs.
"Wrap your legs around me." He commanded, voice low. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his warm skin finally in contact with yours. His left hand came down beside you while the right one led his member to your womanhood.
He rubbed the tip of his member against your slick slit. He then leaned down, lips ghosting by your ear. "Ready doll? Because I'm not sure if I'll be able to stop." He spoke, his voice almost a whisper.
"Please." You plead, arms wrapping around his shoulders. With that, he slowly entered you, making you gasp and shudder slightly. His right hand came down beside you, now caging you in as he slowly began to move his hips.
You let out moans and whimpers, slowly moving your hips against his. Jack would just let out the occasional grunts, but it was mostly heavy, hitched breathing. Your nails dug into his back slightly, leaving moon shaped marks.
He picked up his pace slightly, nuzzling his face into your neck and kissing it. Every thrust felt like electricity. This was something you never knew you even needed. He continued to thrust in and out of you for about a minute before backing up and pulling out.
"Get off the table." He commanded. Your legs felt like jello as you slowly got off the table. You then felt Gamma Jack slowly turn your around, kissing your neck. "Bend over the table for me." He hummed. So that is exactly what you did.
You felt him rub his hands up and down your hips before thrusting into you. "So good for me." He purrs, voice low and sudductive as he picked up his pace every 5 thrusts. You just let out moans and whimpers, gripping at the table, praying your legs don't give out from under you.
He pulled your hips down against him, hitting your G-spot, making your squirm and moan. He picked this valuable piece of information before continuing to hit that spot over and over, each hit against your G-spot making your legs weaker, and eyes see stars. You felt that tingly, warm feeling in your stomach as his thrusts got fast.
"Go on, finish doll." He spoke, giving your hip a quick squeeze. You rested your forehead against the table as you let out moans. It was music to Gamma's ears. The air got knocked out of you as your wall tightened around Jack's member. "There it is." He whispered. He did a few more rough thrusts before pulling out.
He pumped his member, letting out groans, eyes looking down at your tired, spent form. With one his grunt he finished, his liquids landing on the ground.
He leaned against the table, catching his breath as he pulled you into his arms. "You took me well, doll." He spoke in a low, soft tone. You just stood against him, trying to regain your composure.
You could always finish the mission later.
Pollen, that makes people wanna have sex? Sure, why not.
What can I say guys, people are eager for Gamma Jack. I 100% agree with them because he's cute. Anyways, this is the last ruqest I am taking for the day! I will most likely be back at it tmr as I love feeding the Gamma fans.
