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Masterlist
Heads up, it's gonna be real fucking empty for a while.
Criminal Minds* - Emily Prentiss - Alex Blake - Penelope Garcia
*I'm still watching this show, so there are more characters I haven't been introduced to yet. Please don't spoil anything past the 10th season!
Grey's Anatomy - Addison Montgomery - Callie Torres
House of Cards* - Heather Dunbar - Ayla Sayyad - Jackie Sharp - LeAnn Harvey
*I'm just starting the fourth season, so please no spoilers!!
The Umbrella Academy - The Handler
The Fall of the House of Usher - Camille L'espanaye - Verna
Game of Thrones - Brienne of Tarth
NOTES: I'm open to writing for more characters, this is just for now!
12/10
Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, smut, strap on, fingering, lots of praise, soft dom jackie kinda.
Covers the "strap play" square for @thatesqcrush kinktober! And officially gives me my first BINGO! yay! (also if there is anyone on this taglist who was merely along for the ride from CA to Bruised Peach and isn't actually interested in Jackie lmk and I'll take you off lol)
Normally Friday’s were reserved for date nights with you and your girlfriend, whether that be dinner, a movie, both, drinks, a night in or even just a phone call with a glass of wine. But tonight, Jackie had a late work meeting, one that involved its own version of dinner and drinks, so you’d been left to fend for yourself. You ordered in some take out, poured a large glass of wine and made yourself at home in front of the television. You weren’t concerned or upset at her having a work event, it happened from time to time and you knew she’d come straight home to you. Plus she mentioned that because of the late evening she was able to take a few hours off in the afternoon and had picked you up something special that she couldn’t wait to show you. That piqued your interest, Jackie’s gifts were always a surprise, and you never knew what she had coming, your relationship was still relatively on the new side and between both of your jobs keeping you busy and travelling, you didn’t get to see each other as often as you’d like. You’d gotten things as menial as your faved take out order when she was out of town, a bouquet of flowers, a pre-paid card to go shopping, to fancier pieces of jewelry, and of course the one time Jackie knew she was going to be on the road for nearly a month, a blue tooth vibrator she could control from anywhere. That one had made for some particularly fun video chats.
You cleared your plate, rinsing it before sliding it into the dishwasher, refilling your glass of wine when you heard her key in the lock and you couldn’t help but smile. You busied yourself with tidying the kitchen, listening to her let out a soft sigh as she stepped out of her shoes, the shuffle as she hung up her coat, purse finding a home on the small table in the entry way. The small rustle of gift paper that you assumed came from whatever she’d brought for you.
Suddenly she was behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist, gently pressing a kiss to the bare skin of your neck, letting out a happy hum as she did so.
“Hi dove.”
“Hi yourself.” You replied, hand squeezing at hers as her other arm swung around you, placing the gift bag on the counter in front of you. “What’ve you got there?”
“I thought we could try something new tonight.” She murmured, her lips leaving a feather light path up you neck, ever so gently nipping at your earlobe, “you said you’d never experienced it before…” the husk of her voice was already enough to have your body tingling, “I’d like to be the first, if that’s alright with you?”
Her lips ghosted across your skin as you reached out for the bag, pulling out the tissue paper to reveal the discreet box buried within in. Upon inspection, you realized the box contained both a dildo and a strap, something you had been talking about being interested a few weeks ago.
“Who’s wearing it?” You asked with a grin, spinning in her arms to face her and she let out a small chuckle.
“I was thinking I would, but I wouldn’t be opposed to taking it either.”
“We can always try that after.” You leant in, lips meeting hers, softly at first, the kiss the first proper greeting of the day.
Your breath caught in your throat when Jackie nipped at your lower lip, tugging it into her mouth for a moment before her tongue slid into yours. It was only a matter of minutes before you were putty in her hands, it never took long, she just knew exactly where and how to touch you to make you melt.
“Bedroom…” was all she needed to murmur against your lips to have you hurrying down the hall, stripping out of your clothes, tossing them into the laundry bin along with your underwear. Jackie chuckled softly, eyes on you as she swiftly stripped out of her own clothes and slipped the strap on, picking up a bottle of lube from the bedside table before crawling across the bed to you. “You’re so goddamn beautiful dove.” She murmured, lips meeting yours again and you let out a happy sigh into the kiss.
Her arm wound around you, gently lying you down onto the bed, her hand brushing your hair off your face as she continued to kiss you, lips moving with grace against your own. Your tongues danced in the familiar rhythm, little groans and soft sighs being breathed into the kiss as hands began to roam bodies. Jackie’s fingers slid between your legs, cupping at your heat, trailing between your lower lips and you let out a whine into the kiss. Her lips curved up into a grin against yours before she shifted down, nipping at your collarbone, tongue soothing the burn, lapping against your skin. She easily sunk two fingers into your pussy, curling and scissoring, stretching you out as your head dropped into the pillows.
“Oh god…” you breathed, “right there…”
Jackie chuckled, her lips wrapping around your nipple while her hand continued to thrust into your warmth, curling with each thrust. You could feel the pleasure building within you already, your legs falling even wider apart with each pump of her fingers, eager and waiting for even more.
“Yeah… that feel good dove?” She cooed, biting at the underside of your breast, latching on to make a mark, “trust me, my cock will feel even better. And I know you’ll take it so well, always my sweet girl, looking so fucking gorgeous when you come undone. Are you going to come for me dove?”
“So…so close…” You moaned and she hummed happily, her fingers pressing into your g-spot harder with each pump of her hand. Her lips wrapped around your nipple, sucking it into her mouth and your hands clutched into her hair as you let out a loud whine.
Jackie could feel your pussy pulsing around her fingers, walls fluttering with pleasure as she continued to curl her digits within you. It only took a couple more pumps before you let out a gasp, your cunt clenching down on her and your hips shot up off the bed, orgasm shooting through you.
“That’s my pretty girl.” She murmured, kissing up your chest and neck to your lips as her fingers slid from you. “Are you ready for my cock?”
“Yes! Please!” You nearly whined and she chuckled softly, pressing a tender kiss to your lips as she propped herself up on her elbow, her free hand wrapping around the dildo, running it through your folds and coating it with your juices. “Oh god…” you let out a breathy moan at the sensation, body rocking up to the feeling, pussy throbbing ready to be stuffed full.
“That’s it sweetheart…” Jackie praised, the tip of her cock at your entrance as she began to sink into you, smiling at the happy groan you let out when she was fully seated. “Feel good?”
“So good…” you whined in response.
Jackie wrapped a solid arm around you, rolling onto her back while keeping you on top of her, cock still buried deep within you. Your hips ground down onto her, rolling ever so lightly as she kissed you, tongue plunging into your mouth, groaning at the taste of you.
“I wanna see my pretty girl ride me.” She husked, nipping at your earlobe as she nudged you upwards. You nodded eagerly at the suggestion, pushing yourself up, bracing your hands on her stomach before raising yourself up until just the tip of the toy was left inside you and then sinking back down fully onto it once again.
“Oh god!” you cried out, your head falling back at the pleasure shooting through you, every ridge of the toy hitting just where you desired as you started to bounce on her cock.
“That’s it dove.” Jackie cooed, her hands coming to rest on your hips, guiding you up and down on her cock, urging you to roll your hips at the end of each thrust. “Just like that.” One of her hands squeezed at your ass while the other trailed up your body, pinching and playing with your tits. “So fucking gorgeous…”
You let out a low moan when Jackie braced her feet on the bed, thrusting up to meet your hips while pinching at your nipple. The pleasure was coursing through you, prickling just under your skin as it built higher and higher, pussy fluttering around her cock, your breath getting more uneven each time you sunk down on to her.
“So pretty riding my cock dove.” She praised, the hand toying with your chest slid down your body, leaving you shivering at the feather light touch, “come again for me sweetheart, I know you’re close.”
“Fuck!” The cry escaped your lips when her fingers found your clit, rubbing softly at it, the small chuckle coming from her as she watched the way your lips fell open, wordless gasps leaving them, “more!”
“You like that? Hmm?” She smirked, her hips driving up into you, circling when they met yours, cock twirling within you, hitting every sensitive spot you desired. The speed and pressure of her fingers increased, your clit swollen and throbbing underneath them. “Let go for me.”
“F—fuck..” you moaned, your head dropping forward as your thrusts started to get more erratic, heat burning through you lower and lower until the coil burst and you let out a loud cry.
Your body shuddered, legs clenching around Jackie’s hips and her fingers didn’t let up on your clit, watching the way you trembled, nearly collapsing over her panting. You let out a whine, burying yourself in the crook of her neck and she kept rubbing until she’d coaxed a third orgasm out of you one that caused you to sink your teeth into her neck to not scream out with pleasure.
With a soft chuckle she pulled her hand from between your bodies, leaving a soft kiss on the side of your head while you caught your breath. Her fingers ghosted down your back, softly rubbing at your skin while she murmured sweet nothings to you. You let out a soft sigh, shifting slightly and her cock slipped out of you. She kissed you softly, fingers gently tilting your chin up to her lips before she rolled on the bed to slip out of the strap, tossing it to a chair to be cleaned later before returning her attention to you. An arm wound around you, pulling you to her, urging you to rest your head on her chest and you let out a happy sigh at the gesture, lips brushing against her skin.
“Verdict?” She asked, a smirk evident on her lips and you chuckled.
“Twelve outta ten. Would definitely indulge again.”
“Good. ‘Cause I’ve got a lot more thoughts to explore on the matter.”
“Mark me down as intrigued.”
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Currently watching House of Cards and I don’t think you understand how badly I want to see Jackie in a military uniform. Like I’m begging someone to write a Jackie sharp x reader fic with her in uniform surprising the reader or something like that.
And I know this is like, not what I usually post and I should be continuing my waps instead of watching tv and reading fics, but college has been kicking my ass so don’t judge.
I Put a Bow On It
Jackie Sharp x reader x Heather Dunbar Warnings; language, smut, threesome F/F/F, sex toys, Mommy kink, Daddy kink, strap on, “cum” play, technically, there’s snowballing, minor puppy kink. A/n; covers the secret santa square for holiday bingo. Also…she long…we talking 5000 words ish…you’re welcome? Also…remember Heather in CA was much worse than normal/canon, so this is in character IMO… ALSO, y’all have @melk917 for producing some BOMB smut that reawakened my smut writing gene for finally getting this off the ground, so…bless you…
Heather let out a huff of a sigh as she finally stepped into the entry way of her home, a satisfied groan as she stepped out of her heels, hanging her winter coat by the door. She was thankful the house was quiet, she’d nearly expected to come home to at least one staff member still around, but it appeared the proximity to the holidays had them knowing they could take off a little bit early.
She had to admit, she was a little bit annoyed, the only reason she’d been trapped a little late at work, and on a Friday no doubt, was the divisions Christmas party. While she understood the need for the fancy political galas over the holidays, the fancy dresses, the schmoozing and networking that was required for their level of jobs, she truly didn’t understand the apparent dire need for her smaller department to host a secret Santa. She thought it was childish, a waste of time, and something done by companies who couldn’t afford to pay their employees bonuses, or give them a proper holiday treatment. This was only enunciated by the fact that whomever had apparently drawn her name had forgone the entire evening. Not that she had an issue with not receiving a cheap gift, she had everything she could possibly need already, especially something under a fifteen dollar limit.
She left her keys and purse on the entrance table, making she she had her phone and table to plug in upstairs as she moved through the house. It was only at the sound of a clink coming from the kitchen that she froze, her head tilting, assuming there still was a housekeeper there, or that one of the kids had come to escape their own holiday torment.
“Maria?” She asked hesitantly, noticing there were a few more lights on than normal.
A small chuckle replied to her and Jackie Sharp rounded the corner, bottle of liquor in one hand, glasses in the other.
“Just me.” She nearly smirked, “don’t worry.” Heather laughed,
“And you’re here because?”
“I owe you a stupid secret Santa.” She rolled her eyes.
“You could have not wasted your time, just left it with Maria when you got here, have her put it under the tree.” She gestured towards the main floor family room.
“Mmm… that wouldn’t have worked…” Jackie mused, “I left it upstairs. We all know you have the more lavish and preferred tree set up in the sitting room off your master bedroom. You only keep the tree down here for the kids, I know it’s the one you hate. Where else should I leave something just for you?”
“And you’re downstairs because?” Heather raised a brow and Jackie let out a small laugh.
“You keep the high end scotch in the basement, don’t think I’ll ever forget that.” With a smirk, she turned, moving to the staircase as Heather watched the sway of her hips, “don’t you want to see what your gift is?”
“Sharp…you better not be wasting my fucking time.”
“Oh I’m not.” Jackie grinned over her shoulder, “and if you think I am, I can at least offer you a drink.”
“Of my own scotch?” She raised a brow and Jackie laughed.
“Is my company really that terrible?”
“It’s a hell of a lot better than the imbeciles I spent the evening with.”
“Exactly. Now c’mon.”
Heather practically rolled her eyes, but followed the younger woman up the stairs. She took in Jackie’s appearance as she did so, normally she flaunted her femininity around the White House, a way to shove it to the other Senators that a woman could do their job just as well if not better than them. Tonight, while still dressed professionally, she was in a deep black, perfectly fitted pant suit, crisp white button up underneath, an extra few buttons undone than normal. She’d abandoned her shoes at whatever door she’d come in, but Heather had no doubt they were sky high stilettos, the ones that made the curve of her ass stand out even more in those stunning pencil skirts she usually wore.
As they approached the sitting room that adjoined to Heather’s bedroom, she noticed the lights had been turned down, that the tree was the main spectacle, the coloured lights around the window lighting the room along with the electric fire place. There was a warmth up there that the lower floor lacked and she wondered just how long Jackie had been here. Suddenly, Jackie stepped to the side, pausing in her steps,
“Well?” She nodded towards the tree, a grin on her face, “what do you think?”
Heather let out a small ‘ah’. Perched at the edge of the tree on the rug was you, dressed in a red lingerie set, intricate bows and lace patterns throughout the entire thing. Clipped into the side of your hair was another red bow, and you were sitting pretty, ready and waiting on your knees, your hands folded neatly on top of your thighs as you looked up at the other two women with doe eyes.
“This…is my gift?” Heather asked, glancing toward the other woman.
“I put a fucking bow on it, didn’t I?” Jackie laughed, moving through the room she placed the glasses and scotch down on the coffee table, pausing to briefly rub her thumb over your chin, cooing down at you.
“And are there restrictions?” Heather asked. She knew how long you and Jackie had been together, but had been disclosed just how your relationship worked. She knew that things got rather kinky, that occasionally, Jackie was okay with sharing you, but things had to be very specific. Her and Jackie had a very brief history, back when they were both just starting out in the political field, so something like this wasn’t completely new to her. To be completely honest, the first time she’d laid eyes on you as Jackie’s plus one she’d hoped you were just a friend, disappointed to discover that you’d been together for years already. She’d been hoping for an opportunity like this to present itself, and now, she was suddenly very thankful for the stupid secret Santa that had been organized.
“As long as I’m here…I’m in charge.” Jackie mused, pulling the cap from the bottle of scotch with a pop that echoed through the room. The noise caught your attention, your head glancing up, looking towards Jackie and she chuckled darkly, “oh…pup…are you thirsty?”
Knowing you probably weren’t allowed to speak yet, you simply nodded, feeling a pulse shoot through you at the way your lover’s eyes darkened.
“Mmm…” She simply hummed in response, taking a hefty swig of the scotch, her eye gleaming at you while she did so.
What surprised you was that she, instead of stepping toward you, stepped towards Heather, pulling the other woman into a kiss, meeting her lips softly, but guiding the liquid into her mouth, tilting Heather’s chin up, keeping a hand on her throat as an indication to not swallow quite yet. It was her way of passing the next level of control over to her, letting the both of you know that while she may be the first in command, and in charge, that there was no way you were to disobey Heather tonight, that as long as you were okay with it, you had to do whatever she wanted you to.
“Go on.” She nudged at Heather’s hip post kiss, pushing her towards you. You were, ready and waiting now, head tilted up towards the brunette, your mouth open, letting out a soft gasp as her hand wrapped around your jaw. It was gentle, guiding you to make sure she got the liquid where she wanted as she let the liquor dribble into your mouth. Without a word you held your mouth open, glancing between her and Jackie until Jackie nudged her again and Heather softly caressed your cheek,
“Swallow, my sweet girl.”
You did as so, letting your throat bob before presenting your empty mouth to both of them.
“Good girl.” Jackie praised, giving you a soft nod.
“Thank you Daddy.” You murmured, nearly ducking from Heather’s gaze, not sure if she was aware of that portion of your relationship of not.
“Well..” Heather mused with a smirk as she turned to the other woman, “that is fitting.”
“What do you mean?” Jackie asked with a laugh, pouring out the actual glasses of scotch, handing one to Heather while she placed the third on the coffee table. She stripped out of her blazer, folding it neatly over the back of her chair, rolling up the sleeves of her shirt as she sat down.
“She already has a Daddy.” Heather shrugged, “I much prefer Mommy.”
“Are you alright with that pup?” Jackie raised an eyebrow in your direction and you eagerly nodded, causing her to softly laugh, “alright. We want you to feel good, and your knees must hurt, why don’t you come sit on Mommy’s lap? Have a drink with us?”
“Yes Daddy.” You nodded toward her, slowly moving across the space, picking up the glass of liquor from the coffee table before pausing in front of Heather, “may I?”
“Of course.” She smiled warmly, her hands dancing at your skin, ghosting over the seams of the lingerie, tracing over your exposed body with a small smile on her face. You did your best to not let your breath catch in your throat at the contact, your body already tingling at the thought alone. “Get comfortable pup.” Heather’s added usage of the name Jackie usually called you made your pussy clench, a shudder nearly shaking through you as your hand clenched around the class of scotch.
You instead took a breath, sinking down into her lap, you let yourself sink sideways, so that you were still facing Jackie, your body mainly on Heather, looping an arm over her shoulders as you still faced Jackie. One of your legs half tucked under you while the other extended on the couch in the direction of the chair she was settled in.
“Pup…relax…” Jackie murmured with a small laugh, “I am very happy sharing you with Heather. And she is very eager to explore….as long as you want this…let go. Do you still want this?” The last sentence was said softer, Jackie’s hand softly closing around your ankle, her eyes meeting yours as Heather’s hands suddenly vanished from your body.
“Yes…oh fuck yes.” You replied, “please..” your eyes begged Jackie, “I just don’t want to disobey you Daddy.”
“Oh pup…” she smiled, leaning forward to stroke your cheek, “you don’t have to worry about that tonight. Heather here is going to be the one making you see stars. Do you trust us?”
“Yes.” You breathed out, your face turning to Heather, “what would you like Mommy?”
“Can I start with a kiss?” She asked with a raised brow and you smiled, letting out a small laugh,
“Of course.” This time, her arm wrapped around your waist, pulling you to her as her lips met yours. At first it was gentle, exploring each other before her tongue slipped into your mouth, pulling a groan from you, your hands clutched at her skin, trying to pull her closer to you as your tongues danced. You briefly heard shuffling from behind you, knowing Jackie was moving around the room as you shifted, your legs now straddling Heather to deepen the kiss.
Her hands drifted across your body, nails softly scratching in their path, making your skin break out in goosebumps. Her fingers toyed with the edges of your lingerie, following a strap up to your shoulder, tracing over your collarbone and up to your neck. A solo finger hooked underneath the black satin collar you wore, starting at the pearl that signified Jackie’s birthstone and her claim over you before following it around to the back of your neck where it tugged lightly and you moaned into Heather’s mouth. Your hands buried into her loose hair, tugging at the roots, your teeth nipping at her lower lip, pulling a chuckle from her as you finally pulled apart breathlessly. Your mouth trailed kisses across her jaw, the hold you had of her hair tilting her head to give you access to the column of her neck. You knew as much as Jackie was gifting you to Heather, this was also a present to Heather, and you wanted her as riled up and satisfied as you knew you would be by the end of this.
Heather let out a breathy sigh at the way your lips were tingling on her sensitive skin, your fingers sliding under the strap of her dress to gain access to more of her skin, nipping at her shoulder, laying a kiss over the same spot before you moved back to her neck. Sucking and biting at her skin, your hips ground down as you nearly let out a whine. She chuckled, tilting your head back up to catch your swollen lips in another kiss.
“Careful…” she smirked, “wouldn’t want you getting too needy now, would we?”
“Well then give her some fucking attention.” Jackie laughed, rising from her chair as she drained her scotch, sauntering over to the couch. Her voice caught your attention, your head turning to look at her, she was slowly unbuttoning her shirt as she walked up, exposing her bare body underneath, she caught the way your eyes flickered down to the button of her pants, tongue darting out to wet your lips, knowing what was waiting underneath. “Unless of course, you want an excuse to punish her?” Jackie smirked, leaving her shirt on yet open as one of Heather’s hands caught your chin turning your gaze back to her. Her fingers traced the column of your neck, down to the swell of your breast as she hummed.
“Not yet….” She mused, her other thumb rubbed along your lower lip, causing your mouth to drop open, sucking the digit into your lips, “though I bet you do look very pretty when you’re a mess…”
“Daddy says so.” You murmured, lips popping off her thumb.
“She does look particularly stunning covered in my cum…don’t you princess?” She leant down to nip at your neck, her hands traced down your shoulders to your back, biting into your skin harder as she undid your bra, “though cum dripping all over her tits is my favourite.” After a soothing kiss to where she’d bitten you, Jackie straightened up, dropping your bra to the floor.
“I can see why.” Heather replied with a small chuckle, “you really are a pretty pup.” Her hands cupped at your chest, thumbs brushing over your nipples before groping your tits, briefly pinching at your nipples, “what’s your word?”
“We use the traffic light system.” You whispered back, “and right now everything is very fucking green.”
“Good.” Heather practically growled before her mouth latched onto your chest, sucking your nipple into her mouth as your hands dug deeper into her hair, pulling her impossibly close to you. You felt Jackie’s hands ghosting around your body, nails scratching every so often while she traced your muscles, her lips met your skin randomly, alternating between kisses and bites. Her breath was hot on your neck when she spoke,
“She likes it when you bite.”
Almost instantly Heather’s teeth sunk into the tender skin on the underside of your breast and you gasped, your back arching toward her touch, your head thrown back in ecstasy as your eyes fluttered shut. Jackie chuckled, taking the time to steal a kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth, tasting every inch of you she possibly could while you began to grind down onto Heather’s lap. Heather moved from one of your tits to the other, her hand taking her mouth’s place on the first as you let out a whine of a moan.
“Oh pup…” Jackie laughed, “I bet you’re just dripping right now. Have you gone and ruined that pretty set I bought you for Mommy?” You whimpered, nodding gently at her, feeling the desire pool within you even more, you could feel your pussy dripping, the dampness soaking your panties. You felt Heather pop off your nipple, waiting for your reaction, looking toward her your breath nearly caught in your throat. Her pupils blown, lips kiss swollen and she looked like all she wanted to do was absolutely devour you.
“Mommy..” you nearly whined, “will you touch me?”
Heather let out a small laugh, a shake of her head as her hands trailed down your body, not missing a single reaction you had to the way her or Jackie’s hands touched you. Finally, she reached between your legs, her fingers ghosting over your inner thighs as she glanced up to you,
“Is this what you want puppy?”
“More…please..” you could feel your cunt clenching around nothing and Heather chuckled once more, looking over your shoulder to Jackie,
“She really is needy.”
“When she wants to be…” the darker haired woman replied, pressing a trail of kisses to your neck, “which means she really wants you to fuck her.”
“Please just touch me!” You cried out and Heather let out an ‘awee’ that you knew you’d later regret, but at least she was doing what you wanted. Her hand snuck between your legs, staying overtop your panties, her knuckles rubbing against your pussy, pressing into your clit as you whimpered, clutching her closer to you as you felt the tension and fire build within you. You were inches from being at your release, shaking in Heather’s lap, wanting to wait til later to actually come, with either her mouth or cock destroying you.
“She’s so fucking wet.” Heather mocked and behind you Jackie laughed,
“She is a little slut.” Jackie mused, pinching at your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, “and she just loves being used.”
“You want me to use her?” Heather cocked a brow, her fingers toying with your cunt over your panties, continuing the conversation as if you weren’t there. Every so often they would flick over your clit and your body would shudder against hers, breath catching in your throat and the dirty words being exchanged between her and Jackie.
You were suddenly broken from your trance of lust as Jackie’s hands were pulling you off Heather’s lap, wrapping around you tightly, holding you close enough you could feel the strap bulging into your ass. You gasped as she trailed kisses down your neck, her hands toying with your tits as Heather rose from the couch, caging you in between the two of them.
“I think it’s time you get on the bed pup.” Heather murmured and Jackie’s hands released you, nudging you toward the bedroom before she spoke to the other room.
“And I think it’s time for you to get out of that fucking dress.”
It was a flurry of movement as the three of you moved into the bedroom, you were quick to hop up onto the bed as requested, your body nearly shivering with anticipation. You couldn’t help but rub your thighs together as you perched on the edge of the bed in an attempt to feel something, but that didn’t go unnoticed by Heather, who let out a dark chuckle.
“None of that pup.” She smirked, facing the bed as Jackie slid the zipper of her dress down behind her, “let Mommy see that pretty pussy. I know you’re already soaked and needy, but let’s make you a mess before I even touch you, hmm?”
You pouted, but didn’t defy her, ridding yourself off your panties, your breath catching in your throat at the sight of Heather getting more naked by the second. It didn’t take too much of that to have you collapsing against the pillows, your hand shooting between your legs. Doing your best to keep your eyes open and on the show in front of you you let out a moan at the relief of finally being able to touch your clit, rolling it a few times before your fingers delved lower, spreading your pussy lips open.
“Good girl.” Heather praised with a breathy moan, watching your cunt glisten in the low light of the bedroom.
“Now we know she listens…” Jackie husked, nipping at her ear, “the question is do you?” The younger woman’s hands curved around Heather’s body, pinching at her nipples, letting her tits bounce back against her body before sinking lower. “Listen to how fucking wet she is….how good that little pussy sounds…” her taunting continued as the two of them watched you fuck your fingers, the sopping sounds echoing through the room accompanied with your little moans and whimpers, your free hand toying with your chest. “What do you think? Would you like to fuck her? Or shall I? While you sit on her face?”
“Are those my only options?”
“What’re you thinking?”
“That I need to taste her…now.”
“Interesting choice.”Jackie mused, nipping at Heather’s neck while her fingers gently played with her pussy, “does that mean I get to fuck you? You are practically dripping…”
“You’re in charge, aren’t you?” Heather sassed back, turning to the other woman with a raised brow.
In response, Jackie simply shoved her towards the bed, letting her crawl closer towards you as she swatted at her ass, “don’t make her wait any longer.”
She’d barely finished her sentence by the time Heather’s tongue replaced your fingers, lapping through your pussy, flicking at your clit and you gasped. Your hand sunk into her hair, gripping as she began her assault on your cunt. Your hips rocked up when her mouth sunk fully into you, tongue toying with your juices, pulling them further out, lapping them into her mouth, groaning at the taste of you. You were absolutely drenched, and your body was already burning with passion, you weren’t sure how long it was going to take for you to reach what you were sure would be your first of many peaks.
Nearly everything was coming out in panting whines, and you were incredibly thankful when Heather suddenly let out a gasp, freezing in her movements, giving you a moment to regain your composure. Jackie’s fingers had snuck between her legs, smearing her juices around before she sunk a finger into Heather’s cunt, pumping slowly. She let out a satisfied hum at the warmth around her hand, the way her juices were practically dripping down her wrist already, it clearly didn’t take too much to rile her up, although, with the taste of you, Jackie wasn’t too surprised. She froze in her movements when she’d realized Heather’s mouth had detached from you and let out a small tsk.
“Don’t forget what you wanted…” she swatted at her ass with her free hand, only restarting her movements when Heather buried herself back into your cunt. Jackie added a second finger, twisting and scissoring to make sure she was ready and stretched out, though, the noises coming out of her, and how drenched she was was more than an indicator. She shifted off the bed to rid herself of her pants, admiring the view for a moment.
Your head was tossed back against the pillows, eyes fluttering between shut and trying to watch what else was going on in the room. Your skin was heated, coated in a glistening of sweat as your body writhed against the mattress, hips rocking up to meet Heather’s mouth.
Jackie managed to catch your gaze while she shifted back onto the bed, positioning herself behind Heather, shooting you a wink with a wild grin right as Heather flicked at your clit, a loud moan escaping your lips. Heather was the next to let out a gasp of a moan as Jackie’s strap slipped into her soaked pussy, slowly fulling and stretching her out until she was full to the brim. She slowly pulled almost all of the way out before plunging back in, her hips meeting Heather’s with a soft groan.
“You’re going to have all the time in the world with her..” she murmured, starting a steady pace fucking Heather, “but you’re not going to tease her right now. She comes first. Then I’ll fill this greedy pussy to the brim, understood?” She enunciated with another swat to the other woman’s ass.
“Yes!” Heather grumbled into your pussy, her fingers coming to join her mouth, easily slipping into you.
The way her fingers curled within you had you letting out a cry, hitting exactly where you needed as her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking it into your mouth. You could barely keep your eyes open any longer to enjoy the sight of Jackie’s cock sinking into Heather’s dripping cunt, though you could hear it. And that coupled with Heather’s moans, and the sound of her fingers fucking you into oblivion were really all you were going to need.
The room was a cacophony of moans, whimpers and whines, wet sounds bouncing off the walls, skin slapping on skin, slurping up juices, and the more than occasional dirty talk spewing from Jackie’s lips as she took in the entire spectacle. The sight of all of it coupled with her beginning to fuck Heather harder enough to get her off, knowing that everyone was pleased and satisfied was all she needed on a night like tonight.
Your body began to shake, trembling against the bed, the hand you had in Heather’s hair tightened, your thighs shaking around her, trying to close your legs. Instead she merely chuckled into your cunt, feeling the way it was fluttering around her fingers, the way your clit pulsed heavily between her lips only causing her to suck harder. Your entire body shook, a near yell broke free of your lips as your orgasm rocked through you, juices streaming out of your cunt onto Heather’s hand, dripping down her wrist. She simply groaned in response, continuing to lap them up, though she gave you some relief as she pulled her fingers from you, using her mouth to clean you up.
“So. Fucking. Hot.” Jackie enunciated each word with a powerful thrust, her hand wrapping around Heather’s hip in search of her clit. The movement shoved her closer to you, burying in between your legs causing you to shudder at the near over stimulation. Never once while Jackie fucked her did the brunette let up, even if she was gently lapping at you or moaning into your skin, she made sure that she got every goddamn drop of you that she could, simply unable to get enough of your taste.
Jackie suddenly grabbed at her hips, flipping her over on the bed to give you a bit of a break as you panted, your chest heaving as you watched the show. Heather’s hands clawed at the headboard as Jackie’s fingers found her clit again, rubbing furiously as she fucked her hard, only taking another few moments before Heather’s hips were thrusting up, freezing as she cried out, hitting her peak harder than expected. She let out a surprised gasp when Jackie squeezed around the base of the toy, filling Heather with her cum, a few slow pumps made sure that she had emptied everything into the other woman, continuing to toy with it as she fucked it back into her squelching pussy with a small chuckle.
She pulled out gently, watching Heather’s juices mix with the thick lube drip out of her pussy, admiring the view. Though it only took a matter of seconds before you dove between Heather’s legs, lapping as much of the mixture up with your tongue, moaning over the taste of the strawberry lube mixed with the taste of Heather. Jackie’s hand suddenly wrapped around your throat, pulling you up from behind, tilting your head back to catch her gaze with a smirk on her face. You eagerly accepted the kiss, her tongue plunging into your mouth, massaging at yours and scooping as much of the mixture out of your mouth, pulling it into hers before she broke the kiss. Out of the corner of her eye she made sure Heather was watching as she opened her mouth, the mixture drooling back from her lips onto your waiting tongue. She swallowed what was left in her mouth, her thumb swiping some spillage from your chin, humming as you sucked the digit into your mouth, licking it clean before swallowing yourself. She looked towards Heather with a grin,
“I knew the strawberry would be good for you. You want a taste?” She raised a brow and Heather laughed, though it morphed into a breathy moan as your tongue swiped through her pussy lips again. This time you swallowed the mixture down as your crawled up her body, meeting her in a heated kiss, letting her suck the taste off your tongue before you pulled away, dropping into the bed beside her with a satisfied sigh.
Jackie let out a small laugh at the sight of you curling against the pillows, the two of you both still out of breath. Heather wrapped around your back, her lips kissing a trail across the back of your shoulder and up your neck, nipping at your earlobe while her hands softly roamed your body. Your eyes fluttered shut at the sensation, humming as your back arched your body into Heather’s, causing you to miss the sight of Jackie getting redressed, buttoning her shirt back up until she was decently covered. Her hand stroked softly at your cheek right as you let out a small gasp; Heather’s hand had found it’s way to your clit. Jackie pressed a kiss to your lips, smiling as her fingers closed around the pearl on your collar, pulling it toward her with a raised brow.
“Now…don’t you forget who you really belong to, alright pup?” You nodded and she booped your nose in response with a nose crinkle of a smile before she turned to Heather, “have all the fun you want. I’ll pick her up on Monday.”
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Bruised Peach Ch 4
Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, smut, daddy kink, tiny smidge mention of hurt?
The following morning your alarm was set for as little earlier than normal, quickly pulling your skirt and blouse on and gathering your things before meeting Claire for a quiet breakfast in the residence. After taking your second cup of coffee to go, you stepped into your heels and made your way through the halls until you got to Jackie’s office.
The two of you had been texting throughout the morning and you knew that she landed at eight your time, and then was going home to quickly shower and get changed. You, on the other hand were in charge of making sure that her files were all set and ready to go for the day and that her agenda was up to date, adding in any new appearances or meetings that weren’t already in there.
You could hear her heels on the hallway floor before she even rounded the corner, a small smile breaking across your lips as you caught a whiff of perfume, this one was new, but still absolutely delectable. You were still focused on paperwork when she entered the office, so you didn’t look up, feeling her hand squeeze at your shoulder while she dropped a kiss to the top of your head.
“Morning peach.” She mused, crossing over to her desk to put her things down.
“Morning.” You murmured back, signing off on the document you were finishing before you looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of Jackie in a pristine, very well fitted pant suit, her usual stiletto heels on her feet. “Holy fuck!” it slipped out before you even realized you were speaking, Jackie smirking at your next words, “you really showed up today looking like a straight up daddy.”
Jackie chuckled, sitting down in her chair, the grin staying on her cheeks as she slid back, spreading her legs just enough for you to completely forget about work, your mouth practically watering. She watched for a moment, smirk on her lips as your tongue darted out to wet your lips unconsciously, the way she could tell your skin was already heated, burning with desire. She let out another chuckle, shaking her head at you before speaking.
“C’mere.” She patted at her thigh twice and you gulped, standing from your chair, “but lock the door first.” Both sets of eyes darted towards it before you quickly crossed the room to do so, thankful it was already closed. You flicked the lock and moved to stand before her chair, “well?” she raised a brow, “don’t you want to say a proper good morning to daddy?”
“Jesus fuck….” You swore quietly, your entire body tingling as you nodded, eagerly dropping into her lap, your legs straddling her hips. Your arms easily wrapped around her shoulders as you leant toward her for a kiss, your lips brushing against hers as she whispered out into the room,
“Good girl.”
You did your best not to let out a whimper at the praise, your lips hovering against hers until she surged upwards, meeting them in a kiss. Jackie’s arms wound around you, pulling you tightly to her as her tongue slipped into your mouth. You let out a soft groan at the sensation, tongues dancing with ease, now having learnt the other’s dance as one of her hands tickled up your back. The kiss broke breathlessly and her lips continued to trace across your jaw, moving down your neck, you let out a gasp when her teeth scraped against the tender skin. Instinctively, you found yourself grinding down into her lap, your body simply begging for some sort of relief. That was when you let out a small gasp, leaning back away from her body to gain her gaze, your eyes wide as she smirked.
“Are…. are you strapped right now?” You asked and she let out a dark chuckle.
“You did say I looked like a daddy, didn’t you?”
“But…at work? Really?” You let out a small giggle and her fingers came up to gently pinch at your chin.
“What better way to feel like one of the boys?” She asked, a brow raising as her head tilted in suggestion and you laughed. “When’s our first meeting?”
“Not for another hour.” You replied breathlessly as her hands cupped at your chest through your shirt.
“Well…” a hand traced down your body, squeezing at the globe of your ass, “would you like daddy’s cock now? Or would you rather wait?”
“Now…”
“That’s what I thought….”
Her lips returned to yours, the kiss full of fire and passion this time, knowing exactly what direction you both wanted this to go. You couldn’t help the groan as her tongue slipped into your mouth, one of her arms stayed firmly wound around you, pulling you to her, the other tickled up the bare skin of your leg, thankful that you’d chosen a skirt today. Jackie nipped at your lip as her fingers slid your panties to the side, beginning to toy with your pussy, pads of her fingers barely dipping in, teasing you. You couldn’t help but quiver in her arms and she chuckled.
“Someone’s eager.”
“Missed you…” you murmured breathlessly; your eyes fluttering shut as she continued to play with your pussy. She hummed in response, her mouth returning to the crook of your neck, kissing and biting her way across your exposed skin, lips curving into a grin when you let out a breathy sigh, grinding down towards her hand.
Not wanting to tease, Jackie slipped a finger into you, easily pumping it a few times before adding a second one. Your head dropped onto her shoulder, attempting not to whine as she curled her digits within you, hitting that sensitive spot exactly as you needed.
“please…”
“Please what princess?”
“Please fuck me.”
“That’s daddy’s good girl.” Jackie praised, and you let out a quiet yelp as she suddenly stood, lifting you onto the edge of her desk. Her hands slid up your thighs, bunching your skirt high around your waist before one began to glide up your torso, gently pushing you down against her desk.
She wasted no time in tugging your panties back to the side, unzipping her pants with her free hand and pulling out the strap, sliding the tip of it through your juices, smearing them down it. Without even thinking you let out a frustrated whine and she chuckled, scolding you with a pinch to your inner thigh before she sunk her cock into your begging cunt. Right as she settled herself deep within you, you let out a louder moan at the sensation of finally being full.
“Quiet peach,” she warned as she pulled her hips back, beginning slow yet deep thrusts, “can’t have anyone knowing what we’re doing in here.”
You replied with a muffled moan, the speed of her thrusts picking up as she found a better rhythm. Her hands planted on your hips, rolling the motion of her own so the tip of the toy hit your g-spot with each thrust. Your body rocked towards her, trembling already, begging for more, on a particularly heavy thrust the tip of Jackie’s cock hit exactly where you needed it and you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips.
“What did I say?” Jackie warned, her thrusts slowing as her and found its way planted over your mouth. You bit at the palm of her hand, your tongue soothing at the burn before lapping out, pulling two of her fingers into your mouth. She let out a chuckle, her fingers curling into your lips as her thrusts picked the speed back up, “you like that princess? Being all stuffed full for daddy?”
You quietly moaned around her fingers, nodding the best you could while pressed against the desk. While her cock dragged through your sensitive walls, her fingers curled, massaging against your tongue while you sucked them deeper into your mouth, begging for her to fuck you harder. Jackie felt the way your legs wrapped tighter around her, the way your thighs were beginning to shake and she thrusted harder into you, your back pushing into the wood of the desk with each thrust.
The fire was building quickly within you, pleasure shooting through your body, your breath picking up with each moment that went by. A shiver shot through your body and your breath caught in your throat, a silent gasp escaping your lips. Jackie’s spit slicked fingers slid out of your mouth, finding home on your pulsing clit, pinching and rubbing at it, harder and faster as she watched your breath pick up.
“That’s my good little girl,” she cooed, “looking so fucking pretty with her pussy wrapped around my cock…” the only noise in the office was the one of your drenched cunt, the sound of it bouncing off the walls as Jackie continued to thrust into you, little whimpers and whines occasionally leaving your lips as her fingers pinched at your clit.
“fuck…”
“That’s it peach… come for daddy. I know you want to.”
The little amount of praise was all it took, your orgasm rocking through you as your body trembled against Jackie’s desk, biting into your lip to not moan too loudly as your pussy clenched around her cock. Jackie slowed her thrusts, her hands resting gently on your hips as you rode out the high. The two of you panting, skin hot and flushed as your eyes finally cracked open, catching Jackie’s eyes and she smirked down at you. One of her hands moved to yours, tugging you up to sitting so she could catch your lips in a breathless kiss that you moaned lightly into her, her hands caressing down your sides. She pulled her hips back, gently removing the toy from you and you let out a breathy whine that caused her to chuckle, though her breath caught in her throat as you slid from the desk.
Your eyes remained locked on hers as you sunk down to your knees, hands bracing themselves against her thighs as you took her cock into your mouth. Lips eagerly wrapping around it, letting out a low moan at the taste of your juices slicking it.
“Fucking hell…” Jackie swore quietly, watching the way the toy disappeared into your mouth. You sunk all the way down to the base, sucking at it, tongue winding around it, slurping up all of your essence. Jackie couldn’t help but softly rock her hips, moving between your lips, her hand cupping your cheek, thumb stroking at your heated skin. Once you were satisfied, you’d properly cleaned her up, you popped off her cock, placing a gentle kiss to the tip and she swore once again, “you really are something else, aren’t you?” She aske with a wicked grin and you giggled.
“Just want to be good for daddy.”
“Oh you certainly are princess.” She gently tugged you up to your feet before collapsing back into her chair, pulling you into her lap. “And just for that I’ll do whatever you fucking want after dinner tonight.”
“And if what I want is you sitting on my face?” you asked with a smirk, raising a brow in her direction.
“I have no complaints there.”
“Good.” You leant in, kissing her softly, murmuring against her lips “cause I’ve been dying to taste you all week.”
“I’m starting to think I should go away for work more often.” She teased and you laughed.
“Problem being that I’m kinda your chief of staff. You go away for work; I go with you.”
“I’m sure we can figure something out.” She smirked, kissing you once more.
“Mmm…” you replied, resisting the urge to sleepily nuzzle into her shoulder, “right now I’m figuring you should put your dick away before Remy shows up for meeting prep.” Jackie laughed at that, kissing the side of your head before nudging you off her lap.
You took a moment to fix you appearance, smoothing your skirt back into place and quickly checking the mirror to make sure nothing was too mussed. A minute later and Jackie was standing behind you, wrapping an arm around your waist loosely while she pressed a kiss into your shoulder.
“You look stunning today.”
“Thank you.” You ducked your gaze, feeling your cheeks heat at the comment.
“Speaking of tonight…” she started and you glanced back up to the mirror, catching her gaze through it, “your place or mine? And did you want to do dinner out or cook?”
“You…” you turned in her arms, “have a five o’clock dinner meeting, and I have a five forty-five therapy session. And considering where we left off last session, this one’s gonna be a heavy one.”
“Alright.” She stroked at your cheek, “you call me when you’re done and if you’re up for some company, I can pick you up some dinner on the way?”
“Sounds like a plan.” You smiled at her, accepting the tender kiss she left on your lips.
“Where did you leave off?” She asked hesitantly as you moved back to your desk, “if you don’t want to say, I get it, and we can leave it at that.”
You gave her an appreciative glance as you sat down, you were always so incredibly thankful for how supportive Jackie was when it came to your privacy about therapy, and how you were dealing with the trauma of the past year. She knew when to steer clear of the subject, and when you needed a little extra help, and was always okay with you not talking further about it.
“Funny you should ask.” You let out a small laugh, “it was actually the night we first met.”
“Hmm?” Her brow furrowed as she settled back in her chair, confused at your statement.
“That night at Plume. I was out with Heather; we ran into you?”
“Did I really cause that much of a rift?”
“No.” You laughed, “that was the night she went through my phone.”
“God.” Jackie rolled her eyes, “she truly knows no boundaries.”
“Nope.” You sighed lightly, pausing to check a notification on your computer, “which is another reason I have to thank you for being so understanding. Other partners would want to know as much as they can about what goes on at the therapist’s office, or just in general. You let me have my own life.”
“Because you deserve it, as does anyone. You’re your own person.”
“I adore you.” You stated in return, a warm smile on your face. Jackie’s cheeks flushed, ducking her gaze with a soft huff, “what?”
“Nothing.” She replied, shaking her head with a smile.
Just as you were about to speak again, there was a haste knock on the door before it swung open, causing both of you to jump, forgetting that Jackie had unlocked it before sitting back down.
“Am I interrupting?” Remy asked, cautiously glancing between the two of you.
“No.” Jackie insisted with a smile, “let’s get started.”
Without needing prompting you shuffled through your desk until you found the memos she needed, passing the folder to her so the three of you could get prepped for your very full day of work.
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Bruised Peach Ch 7
Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, mentions of alcohol, smut, daddy kink, strap on, dirty talk. a/n: I believe there are only going to be two ch's of this left. Originally I had some more planned, but I'm condensing a few chapters into one. partially cause I want to get this wrapped, and partially cause again, engagement has been down (but i also get that a lot more of you are heather stans vs jackie, so...you'll be pleased with things that are coming up)
The night of election day was as celebratory as one would expect being on the winning side of the battle. Laughter, smiles and positive energy surged through the ballroom, the drinks flowing easily and quickly as the celebration continued. There were small little pockets of political and procedure talk, but those were pretty hard to avoid with the current company. Jackie thankfully only got pulled into a couple of them, managing to avoid most of them, opting for accepting the win and having a good time. She kept you on her arm and by her side the entire night, often praising your help, hard work and dedication for securing her the win.
The PDA was minimal at the event, but you could feel the absolute love and adoration wafting off Jackie as you made your rounds. Her hand often lingering on the small of your back, fingers trailing over your heated skin, tangling within your own as she guided you through the room. Both of you feeling the effects of the champagne, a little buzzed by the time you were saying your good nights. As you made your way back to the guest suite in the residence the small laughs were more frequent, the stolen kisses heated, lips lingering on tingling skin, tongues slipping their way into the kisses. You got lost in the moments, pausing in your steps, Jackie pressing you gently into the wall, teasing at your body with her tickling hands, her hips rocking toward you as you tugged her body tighter to yours.
By the time you were back in your room your breaths were coming out in pants, eyes fluttering shut as Jackie’s lips made a home in your neck, your hands shoving the skirt of her dress up, fingers dancing at the lace of her underwear. Her hands only left your body to tug at the zipper of her dress, pulling it down and letting it pool around her ankles, moving to repeat the action on your clothing. She stepped backwards, pulling you with her towards the bed, letting out a soft sigh as your fingers slipped under her panties, toying with her nearly dripping pussy.
“Fuck peach…” she breathed out, her face tucking into the crook of your neck as you slid your finger in, groaning over how wet and warm she already was.
A few pumps and you added a second one, curling them with ease, dragging right over where Jackie needed them to. She let out a shudder, hands grasping at your skin, her teeth scraping against your neck as she held back her moans. Jackie stumbled slightly on her feet when the palm of your hand pressed on her clit and she moaned out a small swear, trembling in your arms as he pussy fluttered around your fingers. She grasped at your shoulders, pulling her head up to catch your lips in a kiss, glancing up at your as she murmured against your lips.
“I want to try something new…” She husked, pecking you quickly before she slipped out of your arms, stepping over to her bag. Your brow raised when she returned to you with a strap, dildo slipped into it already.
“That is bigger than usual.”
“It’s not for you.” She smirked, leaning in to steal another kiss, “I want you to fuck me.” Her words ghosted over your lips, your eyes widening slightly at them, feeling the desire pulse through you, “I think I deserve it after all…Daddy is the vice president-elect now peach….”
“You most certainly do deserve it.” You murmured, taking the strap from her to put on as she dropped down onto the bed behind her, tossing the rest of her lingerie to the floor, “been working so hard these past few months, let me take care of you daddy…” your lips traced up her body as you spoke, meeting hers in a burning kiss as you finished.
Jackie’s hand tangled in your hair as her tongue slunk into your mouth, rolling and dancing with yours as she pulled out your dominance, her breath catching in her throat when you pushed her back down onto the bed, your teeth nipping at her lip. She smirked out a gasp, her eyes fluttering shut as your free hand returned to her pussy, scissoring and stretching within her, your lips wrapping around her nipple, tongue flicking around the nub until it was hard between them. You only paused to repeat the actions on the other side before you sat up, ready to nudge her legs apart further when Jackie rolled onto her stomach, pushing back up onto her knees presenting herself for you.
“Jesus.” You swore quietly, letting out a small laugh as she chuckled, tossing a glance over her shoulder at you, her hips swaying, rocking closer to you.
Reaching out your hands you smoothed over the skin of her ass, caressing gently before one planted on her hip while the other snuck between her legs. You gathered her wetness, smearing it over your cock before teasing her quivering cunt with the tip of the toy. She let out a near whine, her hips rutting back against yours and you couldn’t help the smirk, but she was right, she did deserve this, so you weren’t about to be mean. The toy easily sunk into her waiting pussy, you slowly thrusted until your hips met her ass and she let out a groan of satisfaction.
“Oh fuck yes peach…” She rolled her hips, letting out a gasp as your cock moved within her. In return you pulled out nearly all the way before sinking back in, setting a steady rhythm. “that’s it, just how daddy likes it.” She encouraged and you began to move a little faster, your hips snapping into hers more intensely, the base of the toy beginning to rub at your clit as you moved.
“Fuck…” you swore at the sensation and the sight in front of you, Jackie dropping down onto her elbows, burying her face into the sheets as she rocked herself on your cock.
“Harder.” She murmured, gasping as the toy curved right where she needed it, brushing against her g-spot. Her skin was hot, burning at the pleasure coursing through her, her hips rocking with ease and determination as you began to fuck her just as asked. Your hips snapping into her, cock filling her deep and heavy with each thrust. She felt her body being pushed forward on the bed, letting out a louder moan as an arm reached up, bracing herself against the headboard, “oh fuck, god yes! Feels so fucking good…” her moans began to get louder as she felt the coil burning within her, getting hotter and heavier with each thrust into the mattress.
The sounds filling the room simply egged her on, moans and groans, little whimpers escaping both of your lips, the wet sounds of her dripping cunt, squelching around your cock. Jackie could feel the wetness between her legs smearing on her thighs, spreading onto your skin as you bent over her, changing the angle of your thrusts to get even deeper within her. A yelp broke free of her lips, her eyes scrunching shut as one of her hands clenched into the bedspread, her pussy fluttering around the toy, her cheeks burning, skin alight with the passion.
“Oh fuck!” She moaned, “gonna make me come…” she whined out. Feeling your lips on her back, leaving breathy kisses, teeth nipping at her skin as your arm securely wound around her, holding her tight to your body as you continued to fuck her deep.
“Want you to come for me daddy…” you husked into her ear, nibbling at her neck as you did so.
“Fuck!” she let out a near shriek when the hand you had wrapped around her found her clit, fingers pinching at it before rubbing feverishly.
Her words turned into mumbles and whines, her body trembling against yours, hips barely able to thrust back onto your cock as they began to shake until they finally stilled. She let out a cry and you could feel the extra dribble of juices leaking from her drenched cunt as her release spilled out of her. You removed your hand from her clit, letting her drop completely down onto the mattress in relief, fingers soothing at her back as you slowed your thrusts. You continued to lazily fuck her until the shuddering of her body finally stopped and her panting had shallowed, gently you eased your cock out of her, smirking at the juices that nearly gushed out of her now empty and aching pussy.
Leaning over her you left a trail of kisses down her back before shifting to the side, tossing the strap aside to be cleaned later. Jackie let out a small whine, her arm reaching out to grab your hand, forcefully tugging you back to her and you let out a small chuckle.
“Well? How’re you feeling Madame Vice-President-Elect?” you asked with a nudge to her ribs as Jackie burrowed herself into your arms, wrapping herself tightly around you, peppering your collarbone with kisses. She let out a huff of a laugh, murmuring into your skin,
“On top of the fucking world.”
“You’re gonna be the best VP this country has ever had.” You mused, placing a kiss to her forehead, smoothing her hair back from it.
“You have to say that.” She teased, glancing up to you with a smirk, “you’re both my girlfriend and my chief of staff.”
“Unfair advantage.” You laughed, relaxing back into the pillows, your arm staying wrapped loosely around her, playing with her hair gently.
“You really think I’m gonna do great things?” Jackie murmured, glancing over at you and in return you smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
“I know it. You just won the election; the numbers speak for themselves…. the country loves you. Now you’ve just gotta get Underwood’s backing on a couple of those bills, and you’re going to do wonders, especially for the community.” You tilted her chin up for a kiss she very eagerly accepted, “now how about we leave the political talk outside of the bedroom, hmm?”
“I think that’s a pretty good policy to put into place.” Jackie laughed, humming into the kiss she gave you, her lips curving up into a smile, “I love you peach.”
“I love you too.”
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Jackie Sharp NSFW HC's
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex) Jackie’s *incredibly* needy post sex, whether she’s just absolutely railed you into oblivion, or she’s the one completely wrecked, she’s so touchy. Pulling you tight to her, letting you rest your head on her chest while she plays with your hair. Or if she’s simply done for, just adorable little whine, wraps herself around you, nuzzling as deep into your embrace as she can get.
B = Body part (your favourite body part of theirs and theirs of yours) You absolutely adore her legs, and the curve of her hips/ass. She’ll purposely flaunt both in the sky high stilettos and pencil skirts around the white house. Jackie has an incredible soft spot for your neck and collarbone, wishing that she could actually mark you on either, but knows you’ll put up a fight if she does.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically) When she’s in her Daddy Jackie moods, she absolutely loves to breed you, filling you until you can’t take it anymore. Otherwise she doesn’t like to get too messy, if you’re fucking her, she’s more than okay with you finishing in her mouth so she can swallow it down mess free.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs) homegirl’s got a size kink. Like, you cannot tell me otherwise. She took one look at 6’2 Remy Danton and said “yes. I want that one.” If you’re fucking her, she’s making sure that you’re using the biggest strap the two of you have, stretching her out and filling her up completely.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?) She’s got a very good chunk of experience, she knows what she likes, she’s tried out a number of kinks and dynamics in the bedroom/sexual relationships. I headcanon her as a switch, she can either be a full blown daddy, or she will be nothing but your very good girl, aiming to please, ready and waiting on her knees for whatever you want. It switches around depending on who she’s involved with, but also her mood.
F = Favourite position (this goes without saying) hmm…I literally thought about this for a solid 10 mins and still can’t come up with a solid answer lol. I’m gonna say riding, she likes to put on a show and be able to touch you easily/easily be touched. So riding, or just her on top fucking you.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.) it’s a bit of both. She slips into a certain mode when it comes time for sex, especially if she’s dom-ing, so it’s usually more serious, but little giggles and laughs can sneak their way in and if something humorous happens, it doesn’t ruin the moment.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect) She’s full of praise, constantly reassuring you, telling you how good you’re being, how well you’re taking it or how well you’re fucking her. If she really loves and trusts you is when she’ll let go, holding you close, breathing the same breath as you, letting her guard down as her eyes flutter shut, little tender kisses pressed to each other’s skin, whispers of I love you dancing through the air.
J = Jack off (masturbation head canon) multiple toys, for various tasks. she’s either a before bed or before getting in the shower/while in the shower. She uses the self sessions a lot for destressing, or playtime where videos/pictures/audios are sent to you.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks) kinda already covered this, but the daddy kink is there, (and can go both ways), and the size kink. Also has a soft spot for the pet name puppy, and isn’t afraid of buying her partner a collar, or wearing one herself.
L = Location (favourite places to do the do) she prefers the boring places such as a bedroom, but that’s simply because it’s the easiest, it’s where the toys are, the large as fuck bed has enough space to play around on, to have other’s join in on. But she’s never going to say no to office sex, and like all of our smutty politicians, she’s got a craving for the oval office that she can’t quite fix.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going) hear me out….it’s feeling the wave of love wash over her when she looks at her partner, especially when she’s proud of something they’ve done, whether work or otherwise related in their life. She wants to remind them how proud she is, show them how good they are, and reward them for it. She’s incredibly passionate.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs) knife play, blood play, anything con non con.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.) I like to think that she prefers giving, it’s her way to submit easily, but also please you and give you orgasms, which are some of her favourite things. I mean lets be real, homegirl literally says “I wanna taste you first” canologically so…there ya go. She also definitely knows what she’s doing, and isn’t afraid to go all out and this is where she doesn’t mind getting a little messy.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.) combo of both. If she’s rough, it’s more the dirty talk, and the deep heavy thrusts that are the rough part, or a hand around the neck, or pulling at the hair. She’s still slower while she’s fucking you or riding you until she’s chasing her own orgasm then she’ll pick up.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.) enjoys them, moreso in the heat of the moment where one of you is wearing something that the other simply can’t keep hands from straying. Back of the car on the way to an event, in a private bathroom or office at said event/work.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.) she’s got an image to uphold, but also, doesn’t care too much. She’ll fuck you in her office, but you’ve got to be quiet, discreet about the entire thing.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?) she can basically go all night, and is always prepared for multiple rounds. Her ideal day off is one with absolutely nothing to do but each other. Little breaks for water, coffee, snacks and cuddles in between that lead back into lazy fucking, they’re just the best.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?) she owns more than a few, some to use on herself, some to use on you, some that get used on both, or swapped around depending on who’s involved. U = Unfair (how much they like to tease) her teasing is usually pre getting in the bedroom. The sultry voice, lingering glances or touches, comments about how nice you look, what a good girl you are, things that she knows are driving you wild and getting you going so that you’re practically dripping by the time she gets you undressed.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.) she’s not overly loud. While on the receiving end, she’s more breathy panting and moans, little gasps and the like. While she’s on the giving end, it’s more dirty talk and praise that’s coming out, urging you to be the one making more noise
W = Wild card (a random head canon for the character) I’ve literally given like 3 extra ones already but i'll toss this one in her. I headcanon Jackie has being pretty open/fluid. she'll switch when it comes to dom/sub-ing, and I also think she's pretty open to who she dates, whether you wanna call that bi or pan is up to you, and tbh that might just be because i ADORE her with Remy, but like, she also totally got fucked by Heather....
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes) she’s gorgeous.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?) a little higher than preferred with the amount of work she constantly has to do. But it also depends on who her partner at the moment is, and can fluctuate based on that, she’ll usually settle around where their desire is and things work out. It’s also why she has the plethora of toys, 98% of the time it’s easier to pull out a toy and get it done quick and move on to whatever’s next on the list.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards) this one depends on what dynamic she had in the bedroom. If she’s receiving and is completely and utterly destroyed afterwards, she’s probably going to be asleep pretty quickly. Otherwise she’s gonna have a nice little cuddle, pressing soft kisses to your skin until you both drift off.
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Bruised Peach Ch 8
Jackie Sharp x reader Warnings: language, alcohol consumption, mention of weed consumption, some angst mentions/hurt/comfort. Mentions of past trauma, otherwise all fluff though. A/N: welp. here we go. I originally wanted the childhood conversations to be a full fledged chapter and dig into it more, but I just simply couldn't be bothered (and it is explained in the third installment of this series). I just wanted to wrap this up. I also meant to include a lot more of Jackie's past and her own troubling issues and how that helped the two of them find solace in each other, but again, this just fell through. So. this is officially wrapped, stay tuned for the next installment where yn1.0 shifts to an OC and Heather returns... For reference, anyone wanting the full conversation between Heather & yn that's mentioned in this ch/wants a refresher, click here! for that (it's about halfway down, start reading at the *)
With the stress of the election behind you, everything seemed to be running smoother, a little less chaotic, and far less schmoozing with press and reporters. Following Remy’s advice, Jackie sought out a little soul searching therapy herself, and brought up the idea of some joint sessions with you that you agreed was probably a wonderful idea. As November pressed on, moving into December, it became very apparent just how important sessions like those would be to make sure that your relationship stayed on track, and to help you work through the trust issues Heather had created in your head. Christmas was always a tough time for you, you hated it and usually were able to just throw yourself into work, it being the busiest time in the service industry, distracting yourself by nearly burning out instead of thinking about the festivities.
It was a joint session that you opened up, revealing just why you were continually shooting down any and all of Jackie’s holiday suggestions unless they were work related. You had yet to ever talk about your family with Jackie, she only knew your mom passed when you were young and you didn’t ever talk to your dad. That day she felt her heart break as she discovered the truth, squeezing at your hand as you both processed your way through your emotions. Discovering just why you felt so abandoned and broken, left behind by anyone whom you’d ever thought had cared for you. Why you were so hesitant about even making friends, so many of them turning their backs while you tried to get through life, why you honestly didn’t have that big of a circle friends currently.
Jackie felt the tears slip over her cheeks as she listened to you talk about how you’d managed to work through all of that, how there were parts of your childhood trauma that you’d completely forgotten about until Heather had lead you on, made you feel safe and cared for. Her manipulation flourishing the emotions going through your brain, crossing wires and making you feel like she held feelings for you, that she wanted the best for you, and maybe even could fall in love with you. How she, like many, many before had simply laughed in your face and reminded you that you were useless, that you were nothing but a speck on the ground and you should feel incredibly lucky to have ever been associated with her. Jackie felt herself feel even more grateful that you had accepted her love, that you were working on trusting her, and she made sure that you knew that. That she was thankful for just how much hard work you were putting into your relationship, and that she knew how much you were doing just to keep afloat and make the relationship last. She reminded you that everything that came through her lips was the truth, but she understood if you doubted her, and understood that things would take a little bit more time. Most importantly, you reminded each other that you loved one another.
That holiday season she made sure to hold you a little tighter, give you an extra couple of kisses in the morning and always fall asleep in each other’s arms at night.
Inauguration rolled around, Underwood re-swore his oath and Jackie took her first one in front of the entire country, the entire world, with you at her side and neither of you could be prouder. She kept her apartment, knowing that her term living in Observatory Circle was temporary, whether four years or eight. You obviously had an all access pass to the white house now, and spent a good chunk of your time there, but still had some hesitancy, especially to give up your condo. And that was something that Jackie understood completely, and never once mentioned. It was when the weather began to change, winter melting away into spring that you let out a little sigh, saying that you’d much rather spend all of your time with the woman that you loved so dearly. Jackie simply smiled, kissing you gently and told you to bring whatever you wanted, but to keep the condo, as a little back up emergency pad. When asked if she was sure, her response was simply, “well, where else are you going to be able to smoke weed with Becca?” her signature smirk on her lips.
Summer was a highlight for everyone, celebrations galore as Rob reached milestones at work, Becca received her final grades from her graduating year at college, and you and Jackie solidified your careers and your relationship. It was cliché, probably too cheesy, but it was under the light of the fireworks on the fourth of July that you turned to Jackie, pressing a gentle kiss to her skin, murmuring how much you loved her, and how you wanted to spend the rest of your life with her. She teased at first “that sounds like a proposal.” But the laugh was lost on her lips at the sight of the ring in your hand, her eyes filling with tears of joy at something that she was sure was never going to happen, quickly accepting and kissing you breathless.
It wasn’t long after that that the weather changed once again, the air cooling, leaves turning, crunching under your feet as you wandered the streets of Washington. Things seemed to nearly slow down in the political field, and when you were called by Salt Line, begging you to cover a shift and you were actually able to say yes. That was a surprise on its own, but the bigger surprise came within the last hour of your shift, a server needing you to cover a table, your heart leaping into your throat at the sight of Heather Dunbar seated in her regular booth.
You calmed yourself enough to greet her, taking in the very small and subtle changes in her appearance, the fact that she wasn’t drinking, or throwing around wads of cash to anyone who so much as picked up a piece of silverware from her table. The awkwardness breezed from both sides, but did subside throughout her meal, a little bit of small talk exchanged as you both took a peek into the other’s life. You, trying to see if she was still the same woman she was a year ago, and her trying to figure out how her family was, trying to see if she would maybe be welcomed back. Her heart jumped in her chest when you called her name right as she was leaving, thinking that your relationship with Jackie hadn’t made it, that maybe you were still harbouring feelings, and were about to be the one to forgive her first. Instead she was met with you holding the keys to the condo she’d bought you while she had you under her thumb. You’d moved on, and you wanted nothing to do with her anymore. She could at least try to accept that fact, leaving you with a card for Becca that you promised to drop off.
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Not that you had any obligation to Heather, but you needed to blow off the steam of running into her before you went home to Jackie, somewhere where you knew you could freak out a little bit and get the edge off. Becca was working Shaw’s that night and had been trained behind the bar now which meant it would be a little calmer than if she was serving, not that it was busy right now anyway. Her face lit up with a smile when you stepped into the bar, waving to you as you practically jogged through the room to take your usual seat at the wood.
“Hey! So how was it? You drop a fuck ton of plates?” She asked with a tease and you rolled your eyes.
“It was fine. But right now, I need a shot, and a drink.”
“That bad?” She raised an eyebrow, but pulled down your usual bottle of liquor, pouring one out for each of you, quickly clinking glasses before sinking the liquid back. She took a minute to grab you a pint of cider, sliding it across to you. “So…what’s going on?”
“I think this’ll explain enough.” You dug the card out of your bag, handing it to her, watching as her brow furrowed for a moment, her fingers ripping the envelope open and flipping open the card. You were completely unsurprised at the wad of cash that fell out of it, Becca letting out a loud scoff and rolling her eyes before the card was tossed aside into the trash.
“Where’d you get that? The condo?”
“She handed it right to me.”
“Oh you can’t be fucking serious!”
“In her defence she had no idea I’d be working Salt Line, so like, she didn’t arrange it or anything.” Becca picked up the wad of cash, suddenly interrupting you,
“You want this?”
“Absolutely not.”
“Ugh. I’ll give it to dad for the research grant.” She moved to tuck it safely into her bag, “did she come up to you? Or just to drop the card.”
“I got pulled to help with a couple of tables and ended up taking hers.”
“How awkward was that?”
“Not as bad as you could think?” You paused for a few sips of cider, “she’s…. different…. She wasn’t drinking, she’s in therapy, and was like, open about that. Even apologized for everything and was wondering about you and Rob….”
“Okay but different is easy to fake. And we both know she’s had decades of practice at that.”
“No, there was definitely a change. Like, don’t get me wrong, she’s still Heather, and it’s not like I trust her, but she’s putting the work in.”
“You think she’s better?”
“She’s only been gone a year, how much better could she be?” You offered with a sigh and Becca groaned.
“She’s barely been gone long enough for me to like, adjust to her being gone. None of us need her trying to force her way into our lives, we’re just getting over everything she put us through. Hell, dad still gets calls from reporters trying to bait him into giving a statement or story.”
“For what it’s worth, she’s not about to try and see you guys. Running into me was a coincidence, I mean, she knows where you work and she hasn’t shown up here yet, or at Rob’s. I think she just wants to say sorry, let you know that she’s here again?”
“Yeah. Well, I’m not exactly ready to forgive her, and neither should you.”
“I did accept her apology.” You winced, “but it was a pretty general apology, which is why I don’t think she really realizes the extent of the damage she did.”
“Please tell me accept her apology was all you did.” Becca warned, “she didn’t manage to convince you off to some back room.”
“Ew! Becks, no! There was small talk, an apology, and then I gave her the keys to the condo back. I think she thought something else was coming but I told her about the wedding, so she knows there’s nothing for her here anymore.”
“Good.” She paused to make a couple of drinks for one of the servers, “what’re you gonna tell Jackie?”
“The truth?” You felt your heartrate pick up, “I mean, what else is there to tell. We promised to not keep secrets, and we meant it. Keeping a secret about Heather of all things, would be a major red flag.” Becca grinned across the bar at you and you raised a brow, “what?”
“You’ve really grown a lot in the past year.” She smiled, “proof that at least someone is working on themselves, healing.”
“I think we’ve all done a huge amount of healing.”
“Yeah… cause she was gone.”
“Hopefully she won’t reach out.”
“If she knows what’s good for her she won’t.” Becca rolled her eyes, and it didn’t take long after that for the bar to get busy. You settled your bill and bid her goodnight, heading back to the White House where you knew you had a very loving fiancée waiting.
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The conversation with Jackie was easier than you’d expected, your nerves instantly slipping away at the sight of her smiling face, her eyes filled with adoration and love for you and only you. She joked about Heather still being psycho, and that was that, the thought of Heather vanishing from either of your minds as you sunk into each other’s arms, murmurs of how much you loved each other and how much you couldn’t wait to be wives whispered into the night.
It was less than a month later, a card for Becca showing up at her new apartment – which raised a flag to all of you since Heather would have had to do more than enough sleuthing to get the address – with yet another wad of cash inside, this one larger than the last. The note scribbled inside mentioned that Heather was leaving town once again, this time for a much longer and indetermined length of time. That she wanted to make sure Becca was set up and would have a nice little bonus to get her through her first couple of years post graduation. Becca simply tossed the money toward her father for his foundation and burnt the card. The only reassurance that came from the note was that Heather would be nowhere to be seen for a very long time.
Before anyone knew it, the streets of Washington were coated in a light blanket of snow, the holidays back in full swing. Jackie was more than happy to see your improvement from the previous year, eager to engage in as many activities as you could manage. Knowing that you were surrounded by this new found family that truly appreciated and loved you, one that was never going to let you go, with the love of your life by your side, there was nothing that could bring you down, you’d climbed your way out of the pit that had been dug for you. And now it had been refilled, this time with love and joy, protecting you from ever being able to fall back into it.
As the snow melted, the city springing to life, birds chirping, flowers blooming on trees, the sun shining brighter and for longer each and every day, everything seemed to get better with each moment that passed. The excitement in the air rose with each step closer to your wedding as all the final plans were set into motion and before you knew it, you were saying your I do’s. Jackie’s ocean eyes swimming with happy tears as you promised that she was your love, your one and only and one and forever. Not a single dry eye in the house as your lips finally met, smiles present on both, ones that were bright enough to not fade for the rest of the evening, cheeks aching by the time you’d finally said your goodbyes to the last guests.
Finally able to return home that evening, you couldn’t keep your eyes or hands off each other, stealing little kisses, hands lingering, drawing patterns in the other’s palm while you simply drank the other in. Jackie pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, the tip of your nose and then your lips, a soft I love you breathed against your lips that you returned before following her into the bedroom.
One would think that a wedding night would be filled with bliss and taking each other to your peaks as many times as possible, but the two of you were simply happy to just be. Nothing mattered as long as you had each other, and you both knew that. You cherished those private, intimate moments with no one else around where you could be as sickeningly in love as you desired. Finally out of constricting wedding attire and clad in cozy soft clothes Jackie handed you a glass of champagne and dragged you out onto the terrace.
“What’s gotten into you?” You laughed, kissing her gently as she tugged you onto her lap in one of the recliners.
“Just one last surprise peach.” She kissed your temple, “well, actually it’s not from me. Claire just told me to make sure we were outside by midnight, a piece of the Underwood’s wedding present I guess.”
As if on cue there was a low hissing sound through the air before a burst of coloured light exploded in the sky and a small gasp escaped your lips. Jackie watched the way your eyes reflected the glitter of the fireworks, wide with surprise and admiration, the smile on your cheeks never once leaving as you sunk further into her embrace.
She realized that this moment truly was the happiest she’d ever been in her life, that this day was one of the best she’d ever had. She’d nearly accepted that she’d be alone, married to the job forever, that she wouldn’t find someone who would be willing to put up with her workload, with her own personal issues and dark past. But then there was you, the cute little assistant who blushed whenever she complimented you, the one with her own baggage, and one that she would fall in love with far too quickly, the one that she would love with all of her heart and soul for the rest of her life, no matter what happened. She would protect you with every inch of her fire, support you with everything she had, raise you up as high as she possibly could, because you were the love of her life, and she was so incredibly happy that she would never have to let you go.
You let out a little content sigh, your eyes still on the sky as you linked your left hand with Jackie’s left, bringing the back of it up to your lips to lay a gentle kiss just below her ring. You couldn’t believe it, that you had actually found someone you loved just as easily and as heavily as Jackie, much less one that returned every single ounce of affection that you held for her. Part of you still felt like you were dreaming, that this life was simply a fantasy, but the feeling of her arms around you, her lips meeting your skin, the beating of her heart just beneath you made you remember that everything was very real. You’d overcome your past, you’d made your way from the trenches and had found the exact place you were meant to be, and the person you were meant to be with, the one that you would go to war for, the one who would always have your back, and the one you would always have heart eyes for.
You felt a sudden splash of wetness on your shoulder, frowning slightly thinking it was raining until Jackie sniffled and you let out a small chuckle, burying yourself into her arms deeper, tugging them tighter around your body.
“I love you.” You murmured softly, squeezing at her hand and she hummed happily in response, “you and only you my love, a hundred times over again.”
“A thousand times over again my little phoenix.” She replied, kissing the top of your head, “I love you more than you could ever imagine. And I thank you for loving me.”
“I’ll choose you every day for the rest of my life. You’re the only thing I need. I’m incredibly proud to be your wife.”
“And I’m incredibly lucky to be yours.”
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