#cassie's writing

[zacksfairest]

i need to write more for them :(

[venusvhs]

it’s short but first piece that isn’t a blurb !! who cheered —🐇

sevika fucking you in her car just cause you mentioned you were horny in the middle of the long ass drive back from visiting your family for the holidays. hands gripping the fat of your thighs as you cling to her, fingers tangling in her hair while she fucks you in the backseat. she’s grateful for the fact you’re in the middle of nowhere because the sounds coming from you are downright pornographic. pretty little whines and whimpers of her name that only seem to get her going more, burying her strap into your pretty cunt cause she’s so desperate to make u feel good ! she loves seeing her angel feeling good, and she’s alright with a delay in the schedule if it means getting you off.

“love this pussy, baby. ‘s so pretty.” she grins, eyes fixed on where you join, watching the purple of her strap disappear and reappear, practically dripping with your slick. you’re basically going stupid, clinging to her like she’s your life force.

“ohmygod, ‘vika-“ you’re keening against her, trying to get her to focus on you rather than your cunt. it’s useless. she’s drunk on it, as she often is. there’s nothing sevika loves more than your pussy, except maybe you. she looks up at you for a moment, head dipping down to kiss you so softly you almost forget the roughness of her thrusts. you’re quite sure the car is shaking, but you’re too fucked to care. ���gonna make me cum, baby–“ you gasp, thighs trembling.

“hnm, i can tell, sweet thing. practically drowning me, shit,” sevika laughs cockily— she knows she fucks you good, and she’s proud of it. the little pool of your wetness that’s gathered on the blanket beneath you is proof enough for her that she should be proud. she slows her movements and you practically sob with need.

“Someone’s impatient,” you can tell from her face that she’s absolutely enjoying this, and she doesn’t even try to hold back a little grin when she speaks. her thrusts pick back up again, and she lets out a little hum in satisfaction when she hears how slick you are.

“Oh baby, listen to ‘er,” she murmurs into your ear, hot breath sending a chill down your spine when her thumb moves to your clit, a cocky laugh slipping from your girlfriend’s throat.

when you finally cum, letting out a downright nasty moan of her name, sevika cleans you up quickly and sets you in the back of the car with all the pillows and blankets she can find so you can get some rest while she keeps driving. what a gentleman she is.

[corkinavoid]

DPxDC Glass Coffin

Weirder shit has happened in DC universe, but hear me out, Young Justice finds a glass coffin with Danny sleeping inside it. Maybe it's in some ancient tomb and hidden away for centuries, maybe it's in some villain's private collection of artifacts, maybe it's in some museum in plain sight.

And then Kon hears a heartbeat from it.

(I'm going with the version of YJ that is Kon, Tim, Cassie, and Bart here, fyi)

Assuming they didn't come to wherever they found the coffin just for the sake of it, they, as the responsible teenagers they are, finish their business first and take it to Mount Justice later to figure out what the fuck. Meanwhile, Danny is sleeping peacefully like a princess, all up in his King garb, with the Crown of stars, cape of night sky, and whatever else pretty stuff you want him to have. Point is, he looks majestic.

Tim looks up the records for the coffin. The files say it's hundreds of years old, and no one has been able to open it yet. The boy inside is stated to be either a statue or some kind of really well-preserved corpse - no amount of scanning registered any signs of life, so it was treated like a piece of art for the most part.

Yet, Con is absolutely positive he heard a heartbeat inside. What's more, he can still hear it now. It's impossibly slow but still recognizable.

Cassie finds a whole lot of legends about it, most of them speaking of 'only those from the other side can open the casket', and there are no clarifications to what kind of other side they are all talking about.

Of course, they all try. Because this is some kind of Snow White or Sleeping Beauty shit, and besides, none of them even think they would be able to open it anyway. And, sure, as soon as they are done having fun with it, they will report to the JL about their finding. Maybe the magic users will know something about the weird Sleeping Prince. They even go as far as to reason with the casket, loudly proclaiming where they are from, because they all come from very different 'sides'.

Bart goes first, explaining how he is from the future. The casket doesn't budge. Cassie goes next, stating herself as Themyskirian, but to no avail. Kon is next, with his half-Kryptonian heritage, but the glass coffin doesn't accept him as worthy either.

And then it's Tim's turn. And somehow, he flips the glass lid open with no effort at all.

A moment of silence follows, all the YJ members frozen in place, waiting for anything to happen, but the boy inside keeps just laying there, unmoving and with his eyes closed. Then Cassie makes a joke about kissing the princess to wake her up, and all of them start arguing on ethics and stuff because why is Robin the one that has to do the kissing, do you have any idea where that boy has been? Fuck off, you kiss him if you want it, and also, do you really want him to wake up, what if he is some kind of villain or an evil spirit, or-

"Which one of you assholes is dead enough to wake me up from my nap?"

And that's as far as I got with this idea. Maybe Danny was put into some magic sleep, maybe it was Clockwork's time shenanigans, maybe someone locked him inside and he decided to sleep it off, maybe he is there on his own volition, taking a vacation from Kingly duties.

I'm just having this vision of eternally beautiful Danny in a glass (oh, maybe it's not glass, maybe it's ice) coffin, and the YJ arguing over it. There's also Dead Tired potential here, because I love them, yes.

[v6quewrlds]

DOCTOR'S ORDERS, JOE BURROW.

pairing⠀⁎⠀joe burrow x doctor!reader. word count⠀⁎⠀9.6k.

summary⠀⁎⠀between petty fights and an abnormal level of clinginess, you're at your wit's end with joe's recent behavior. who would've known that ja'marr could crack the code before you?

author's note⠀⁎⠀combined a couple of different requests into one. collection of scenes more than a real plot? struggled with the smut so pls forgive me if it sucks. i have zero medical training, pls don't yell at me. warnings⠀⁎⠀18+ mdni, established relationship, married couple fights, one (1) communism joke, joe can't shut up when he's in love syndrome, teasing, fingering, oral (fem receiving), joey talks you through it <3

Slumped shoulders and tired sighs filled the still air of their Cincinnati home as you and Joe crossed the threshold just ten minutes apart. Words remained limited to the necessary as you greeted each other for the first time that evening, the clock hanging over the front door reading 6:45 PM. The crisp smell of antiseptic and hand sanitizer mingled with the lingering scent of Joe's familiar deodorant and cologne.

You padded down the hallway to your room, heels in hand, eager to shed your work clothes and scrub the clinical office off your skin. You hadn't seen Joe in what felt like days, your paths only crossing at night, a brief intermission in your chaotic schedules. Between your patients and his training, the time you had together was a blur of tired half-sentences and fleeting kisses.

Mindlessly, you stripped out of your white coat and knee-length dress, tossing them onto the chair by the door. The sound of the fabric hitting the wood was a welcome release of the day's tension. You stepped into the bathroom and turned the shower knob, letting the water heat up. You heard Joe's footsteps approaching, the soft thud of his sock-covered feet entering your bedroom.

You lathered away at your brown skin, softly humming a tune that had been stuck in your head all day. The warm water cascaded over you, the steam wrapping around you in a comforting embrace. Suddenly, the bathroom door creaked open, and Joe's large frame filled the doorway. You paid him no attention, assuming he was just checking in before heading back to the bedroom to answer some emails, settle into bed, and mentally prepare himself for his media obligations tomorrow afternoon.

To your surprise, Joe didn't retreat. He stepped closer to the shower, his blue eyes squinting at you through the foggy glass, a deep sigh escaping his lips. "I need a shower too, babe. Can you hurry?" he said, his voice tinged with annoyance.

You rolled your eyes, holding back before answering him. "I had a full schedule today," you retorted, your voice echoing off the tiles. "You got home before me. Did you not get one in at the facility?"

Joe leaned against the sink, his arms crossed over his broad chest. "No, I wanted to shower at home." He tried to play it cool, but the hint of irritation in his voice was unmistakable. It was one of his rare flaws, the inability to hide his emotions when it came to inconveniences.

You reached for your exfoliating sponge, the sweet scent of your body scrub filling the small space. "Baby," you began, your voice firm yet tired. "I'm almost done. You could've used one of the other bathrooms."

Joe's sigh grew heavier, the frustration in his eyes evident. "It's not the same, all my stuff is in here," he said, his voice tight. "Why are you taking so long? Just hurry up."

You couldn't help but feel a spark of annoyance flicker within you. You had been looking forward to this shower, the one thing you could control after a long day of treating patients and navigating the chaos of your new practice. "Joe, I’ve been seeing patients all day. Can't you wait five more minutes?" you snapped, your voice bouncing off the shower walls.

He stepped closer, his expression unyielding. "Five minutes turns into ten, turns into twenty," he said, his voice flat. "I'm exhausted, babe. I just want to get clean."

You felt a twinge of guilt, but you stood your ground. "I've been looking forward to this shower all day," you said, your voice a mix of frustration and weariness. "You could've just told me you needed to get in first."

Joe grumbled something unintelligible under his breath, pacing for a minute before yanking off his clothes. You felt the cooler air of the bathroom flood the shower before you realized what he was doing. You squealed as Joe stepped in behind you, large hands reaching for your shampoo as if disregarding your personal space.

"Joey," you whined, your pout deepening as the shower suddenly felt much smaller. "What are you doing?"

He shrugged, ignoring the tone of your voice to deliver a straightforward answer. "What does it look like? We're sharing."

The initial shock gave way to a playful scoff from you as you turned to face him, your eyes glinting with amusement despite your earlier irritation. "You're serious?"

Joe nodded, a smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he squeezed past you to stand under the water. "Deadly," he said, "If you’re good, I might even scrub your back for you."

You rolled your eyes, gently nudging him away from the direct shower of the steamy water. "You can’t hijack my shower, Joe. That’s not how this works," you said with a huff.

Joe chuckled, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he stepped closer to you, the water now spraying you both. "I'm not hijacking, I'm sharing," he said, his hands reaching for your very expensive, tropical-scented shampoo, squeezing a generous amount into his large, open palm. "Like we learned in preschool?"

You didn't respond, choosing instead to focus on scrubbing your extended arms. You felt Joe's amused chuckle reverberate through his chest as he lathered his hair, the suds cascading over his shoulders and down his torso.

Sensing your irritation, Joe reached over you to nudge the temperature valve. The once warm embrace of water turned frigid, causing you to jump and shriek. "Joseph!" you yelped, trying to avoid the icy spray. You took a step back, your back meeting the solid wall of Joe's broad chest as he rinsed the shampoo out of his hair, the water temperature now to his liking.

"Perfect," he murmured, his voice thick with feigned innocence. "Just how I like it." He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer as the cold water continued to assault your skin. You squirmed in his grasp, the shock of the cold water fading into a laugh as you realized the futility of fighting him on this.

"Joe," you squealed, your laughter mixing with the sound of the water, "turn it back!" Your attempts to escape his grip only made you laugh harder as he held you firmly, his deep laughter vibrating against your back. You attempted to get a hand on the valve but your movement was cut short by Joe's larger hand gently swatting yours away.

"Come on, it's good for your skin," his deep voice rumbled in your ear. You shivered and tried to push him away, but he was too strong. The cold water continued to pummel them, and you felt your body tighten with the shock of it. "You should know better, doc," he quipped, his breath warm against your neck.

Your tense laughter subsided into a whine. "Joey, please," you begged, your teeth chattering slightly. "It's too cold. You're ruining my shower."

"Your shower?" Joe echoed, his tone incredulous. "This is our shower now."

You couldn't help but laugh despite yourself, the absurdity of the situation bringing a smile to your lips. You leaned back into him, your body beginning to warm again as the chill dissipated. His arms tightened around you as the water washed away the last of the soap. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, the sound of the water the only thing breaking up the quiet.

"Alright, Comrade Burrow, let go of me," you said, your voice filled with mock irritation. Joe's arms loosened, allowing you to twist the valve back to a warmer temperature. The lukewarm water washed over you, and you turned to face him, your eyes dancing with playful anger.

"That's strike two," you muttered, a hand settling against his jaw as you pulled him down for a chaste kiss, leaving his skin tingling with a bite at his pink bottom lip.

Joe raised an eyebrow, chasing your lips as you pulled away and turned back around. "Strike two?"

You nodded, your eyes still closed, as you enjoyed the warm water cascading over you. "First, you try to bully me out of my shower, then you try to freeze me to death. You're on thin ice, babe."

Joe leaned in, his breath hot against your ear. "I'll warm you right up," he whispered, his hands skimming over your wet body.

"That's strike three, I'm leaving." You giggled, pushing Joe's hands away with a gentle smack. You stepped out of the shower, your skin glistening with water droplets. Joe stepped aside, the playfulness in his eyes never fading as he watched you wrap a towel around yourself. You grabbed another for him, tossing it onto the vanity counter before exiting the bathroom.

Joe stepped out behind you, long limbs leaving a puddle on the gray mat beneath his feet. He wrapped the towel around his waist, his skin still slightly red from the cold water. "You're cute when you're mad," he said, his voice teasing.

You rolled your eyes, the corners of your mouth twitching with a smile you couldn't hold back. "I'm not mad," you replied, walking over to your side of the sink to start your nightly skincare routine. "Just disappointed."

Joe stepped closer to you, the warmth of his body contrasting the coolness of the bathroom air. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, his chin resting on your shoulder as he peered at your reflection in the mirror. "How can you be disappointed with this?" he asked, his voice playful as he gestured to your reflection.

Your hand paused mid toner application, and you couldn't help but smile. "It's the principle," you said, turning your attention back to your routine. You felt Joe's warm breath against your neck as he leaned closer, his arms tightening around your waist.

"Well, the principle is that we both needed showers, and we're both tired," Joe said, his voice dropping to a more serious tone. "Let's just get ready for bed before we start arguing over stupid shit again."

You took a deep breath, feeling the tension in your shoulders ease slightly. You finished your skincare routine, your movements precise and methodical, while Joe brushed his teeth with a hint of minty toothpaste wafting through the air. Joe finished drying off, forgoing a trip to his closet for a pair of sweatpants, and simply heading off to bed.

You set off for the closet, swapping your towel for Joe's raggedy Athens Bulldogs long-sleeve and a pair of his boxers. The fabric of his shirt was well-worn and smelled faintly of his scent. You couldn't help the shy flutter of your heart as you emerged to find him sprawled out underneath your sheets, taking up a good deal of space. The room was dimly lit by the bedside lamp, casting a soft glow over Joe's muscular form. His bare chest peeked out from beneath the line of the sheets covering his lower half. He held his phone in one hand, the other arm bent behind his head as he scrolled through his notifications with a trademark unimpressed expression.

You approached the bed, sliding under the covers with a dramatic sigh, your body heat immediately melding with his. As if second nature, Joe's arm curled around your waist, his free hand coming to rest on your lower back, your head finding its usual spot on his firm chest. The two of you lay there in silence for a few moments, the only sound being the soft rustling of the sheets and the occasional buzz of his phone. Your eyes drifted shut, the warmth and safety of Joe's arms around you acting as a sedative after a grueling day.

"Love you," he hummed, placing his phone on the nightstand before switching the bedside lamp off. The sudden darkness enveloped them, and you felt Joe's chest rise and fall as he took a deep breath. You knew he was waiting for your response, but you remained silent, fighting off the twitch of a smirk.

He nudged you, a hint of urgency in his voice, "You gonna say it back?"

You pretended to be asleep, your body relaxed and limp against him, enjoying the quiet after the shower squabble. You felt his grip on you tighten slightly, a silent protest to your silence. With a dramatic sigh, you opened your eyes and propped yourself up on your elbow, the moonlight from your bedroom window highlighting the mischief in your gaze. "You really expect me to after you ruined my relaxing evening?"

Joe rolled his eyes, but the tension in his body dissipated as he couldn't help but smile at your feigned indignation. "I love you," he repeated, his voice softer this time.

You leaned in, your fingertips tracing his strong jaw as you whispered, "I love you too," before leaning in to kiss him softly. Your kiss held the promise of warmth and comfort, a silent apology for your earlier squabble. As you parted, Joe's eyes searched yours in the dim light, looking for any lingering traces of irritation. Finding none, his features softened, and he pulled you closer, soothing the two of you into your familiar embrace. His hand moved from your ass to your lower back, rubbing in slow, comforting circles as you slipped into slumber.

Your schedules left little time for cuddly nights like those as the season pushed forward. Between your full work weeks and Joe's demanding training and game days, your time together had melted into an afterthought. The occasional dinner date had turned into a rare luxury, and your once-nightly pillow talks had been replaced by quiet grumbling about who forgot to take out the trash or who left their keys scattered around the house.

The world only seemed to grace you with a few fleeting moments on Sundays when the Bengals played at home. Though you wouldn't see Joe until after the game, sharing him with his parents for a few hours before you all retired to bed, you always looked forward to Sunday evenings. It was the one day you could count on for a decent stretch of time together. This weekend, however, had been particularly testy on both your nerves.

Joe's parents, Robin and Jimmy, were staying over before making the trip back home the following morning. You and Robin fluttered between the living room and the kitchen, chatting about the game as you prepared dinner together. Jimmy sat in his designated Lazyboy, nodding along to your conversation, occasionally throwing in a comment about in his southern cadence so similar to Joe's. The house was filled with the comforting scent of dinner cooking and the first pumpkin pie of the fall baking.

You could feel your nerves frazzle every time you came within Joe's grasp. His constant touches, though affectionate, felt suffocating today. You needed space, but he seemed to need you more than ever. Each time he grabbed you, you'd give him a look that was half-playful, half-exasperated, but he remained oblivious, his attention not quite turning away from the conversations at hand.

Finally, Robin spoke up, her voice carrying a hint of teasing. "Joey, let the poor girl breathe," she said, gaining a chuckle from Jimmy.

Joe looked up, eyebrows furrowing in confusion at his mother's words. "What do you mean?" he asked, adjusting his grip on your waist as he pulled you closer to his chest protectively.

You couldn't hold back your laugh. "Sweetheart," you said, your voice light with affection. "You're smothering me today."

Joe met your eye, jaw set with tension. "I just want to spend time with you," he murmured, his voice thick with a hint of defensiveness. His hand remained firmly on your waist, his thumb idly tracing circles against the fabric of your crewneck.

Your smile softened, and your eyes searched his. You knew he was just feeling the weight of your different lives. "I know," you said gently. "But you're being a little clingy."

Robin looked up from the salad she was tossing, a knowing smile playing on her lips. "It's okay to let her go, Joey," she said. "You guys need to learn to live without each other a little."

You shot her a grateful look, which Joe returned with a glower. "You're one to talk," he said, his voice tight. "You and Dad have been joined at the hip for what, thirty years?"

Robin chuckled, setting the salad bowl down on the kitchen island. "That's different," she said, waving a hand dismissively. "You two are still in the 'can't keep your hands to yourselves' phase of being together. It's adorable, really."

Jimmy coughed out a laugh, his eyes twinkling with mirth. "Your mother's right," he said, his gaze flicking from you to Joe. "You're both young, and busy. If you're serious about staying together, you need to find a balance of affection that works."

Joe's grip tightened, and you felt the beginnings of a petty protest brewing. "I just want to spend time with you," he grumbled into your ear, his voice a mix of annoyance and longing. "Barely see each other these days."

"I know, babe," you said, placing a reassuring hand on his forearm. "Just give me a few minutes to breathe, okay?" You gave him a warm smile, hoping it conveyed your love without patronizing his feelings.

Joe hesitated, pouting like a scolded puppy.

"Actually, sweetheart, do you mind taking a look at this?" Robin said, holding up her hand to reveal the beginnings of a scar running along her forearm. "It's been a week since I got it, and it's not healing right."

Your gaze shifted from Joe's sulky expression to Robin's arm. "Sure," you said, your professional instincts kicking in. You stepped out of Joe's embrace, following Robin to the bathroom. You could hear Joe grumble something under his breath as you closed the door behind you.

In the well-lit bathroom, you washed your hands before reaching out to take Robin's arm in your hand. "It does look a bit red," you said, your voice concerned. "How did you get it?"

"Tripped over a box at the garage sale," Robin said with a shrug, her tone airy. "Thought it was nothing, but it's still bothering me."

You continued scrutinizing the scar. "It's definitely inflamed," you said, your voice even. "I might need to write you a script for some antibiotics."

"Oh, no need," Robin said, her voice bright. "I got this checked out on Friday. I just wanted to hear your opinion and get you some space from Joe."

Your eyes widened as realization dawned on you. You couldn't help but laugh. "He's gonna kill me," you said, shaking your head. "But thank you, I needed a breather."

Robin chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "You guys are going to be okay," she assured you, giving you a comforting pat on the arm. "You just need to remember to make time for each other, and communicate when you need space better. Like Jimmy was saying, you need to find a good balance. I wouldn't want you two to be miserable over communication."

You nodded, your eyes lingering on the scar, which you knew was fine. The whole thing had been a clever ruse, but it had given you the break you needed. "We've been at each other's throats the last week. He just wants to be with me, but he can be..." you trailed off with a sigh.

Robin leaned closer, her expression understanding. "A little too determined?" she offered.

You nodded, unable to hold back a chuckle. "Yeah, that's one way to put it. But I love him, and I know he just misses me. I feel awful asking for space when he's so obviously trying to reconnect."

Robin squeezed your arm. "You're not asking for the moon, honey. Sometimes, Joe just needs a nudge to understand. You two are both stubborn as hell, but that's what makes you work. You understand him." She smiled softly before adding, "Just be upfront with him. Tell him you appreciate the affection, but you need some breathing room."

You nodded, taking Robin's advice to heart as you returned to the kitchen. You could see Joe sulking on the couch, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up, his eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of the argument's resolution. You felt a pang of guilt, knowing he was just craving your attention. You gave him a warm smile and took a seat beside him, your legs curling under you.

"Better?" he asked, a hint of hope in his voice.

"Much," you assured him, leaning into his side. You knew that Joe's clinginess was just his way of dealing with the distance your hectic schedules had forced between you. "Your mom just needs antibiotics for that scar," you said, trying to be as inconspicuous as possible.

Joe looked up from his phone, his expression unchanged. "Oh," he said, his voice devoid of interest, choosing instead to allow you to pull his arm around your shoulders. A sly smile tugged at his lips, he couldn't help but feel the tension in his chest ease slightly.

Your office buzzed with the steady rhythm of a busy clinic, the murmur of patients, and the tap of your heels against the linoleum punctuating the air. You stood at a long counter, finishing up your notes, when one of your nurses, Luca, looked up from where he was entering data into a computer. "Joe's here," he said, a knowing smile playing on his lips.

"Where?" you responded, your focus still on the paperwork you were filling out.

"In room four. He said he had an appointment," Luca replied, raising an eyebrow.

Your eyes darted up, a mix of surprise and confusion. "Appointment?" you murmured, setting your pen down and looking at Luca. "Was he on my schedule?" you trailed off, reaching for one of the stray iPads kept around the office to take a look at the day's appointments.

"Well, no. But your 2:45 was a no-show," Luca explained, his smile widening as he leaned back in his chair. "Taylor did his rooming and said it was something simple, probably just a sunburn."

You couldn't help but laugh, your heart warming at the thought of Joe sneaking in for a visit under the guise of needing medical attention. It had been weeks since you had any real quality time together, with his football schedule colliding with your busy clinic hours. You shook your head as you closed the manila folder you were holding. "Alright, I'll go see what Mr. Franchise needs," you said, your tone playfully sarcastic as you handed Luca the folder and pushed away from the counter.

Walking into the exam room, you saw Joe sitting comfortably wide in the light blue exam chair. He looked up when you entered, a familiar spark entering his eyes when he took in the sight of you. "Hey," he said, his voice low and a little shy.

"Hey yourself," you responded, your smile genuine despite your initial surprise. You set your iPad down, sitting cross-legged in your chair just a few feet away from him. "What's this about?" you inquired, your gaze traveling over his face and exposed limbs for any hint of the irritation that had allegedly brought him into the practice.

Joe shifted, his eyes avoiding yours for a brief moment before meeting them again. "Well, it's…it's my neck," he said, his cheeks flushing slightly. "My skin's been bothering me for a couple of days."

Your smile grew softer as you stood from your chair, walking over to inspect the area. "You know, I've told you before," you said gently, your voice professional despite the intimate setting. "You really need to get a better helmet liner. This irritation is from the constant rubbing."

Joe shrugged, his large hands folded in his lap. "I know, I know. I'll look into it," he said, his eyes meeting yours. The silence grew between them as you examined the reddened skin, your touch feather-light.

"When you sweat, the friction just the irritation makes it worse," you added, your thumbs tracing the inflamed line along his neck. "It's not anything serious, but it could become infected if you don't treat it. With your skin being so sensitive, we need to be careful."

Joe didn't respond, his eyes lingering on yours. You could feel his hands settle gently on your hips, urging you closer. You sighed, setting aside your professional demeanor for a moment. "You know you could've just called me to tell me about this," you murmured, a hint of exasperation in your voice. "Or gone to the team physician."

"Honey, are you listening to me?" you asked, your eyes searching his as you stepped closer, your hand reaching down to thread your fingers through his hair. The ends of his unstyled dirty blonde strands curled around your fingers, reminding you of the hundreds of times you had done this before. His cheek pressed to your chest, his breathing slowed, you knew he was enjoying the simple closeness.

His eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned into your touch. "I am," Joe said, his voice a soft rumble.

You couldn't help but chuckle, continuing your gentle threading. "You know you're being ridiculous," you said, your voice a warm tease. "Is everything okay? How was practice?"

"Practice was fine," Joe replied, his eyes still closed. "I missed you. Just wanted to see you."

You felt a twinge of guilt. "I know," you said, your voice gentle. "I miss you too. I'm sorry we've been like this lately."

Joe's arms tightened around you. "Me too," he murmured, focused on the way your heart beat steadily beneath his ear.

"Did you really come here just to see me?" you asked, your voice filled with a mix of affection and skepticism.

Joe looked up at you, a boyish grin playing on his lips. "I don't know what you're talking about," he said, his blue eyes sparkling. "My skin was irritated so I came to see the best dermatologist in Ohio."

You rolled your eyes playfully, unable to resist the warmth spreading through your chest. "You're terrible," you said, your voice filled with affection. "But I'll take the compliment." You lifted his jaw, meeting his eyes before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the tip of his nose. "I'll write you a prescription, you big baby."

Joe grinned, his grip loosening slightly. "I'm your big baby," he murmured, his eyes lighting up as you kissed his nose.

You couldn't resist the charm, your eyes crinkling with laughter. "You're something, alright," you said, stepping back to scribble something on the prescription pad. You tore off the top sheet and handed it to him. "This should help with the irritation, but you really do need to get that helmet sorted out."

Joe took the prescription with a nod, his eyes never leaving yours. "I'll do it," he promised, his voice earnest. He pulled your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles gently. "Thank you, Doc."

You felt the tension of the day melt away as you leaned into him, your free hand coming to rest on his cheek. "Any other ailments or afflictions you'd like me to check out?" you asked, your voice teasing.

Joe's smile grew into a grin. "Maybe just one more," he said, his thumb tracing a line down your arm. "My lips are kinda chapped."

You rolled your eyes, your own smile widening. "I'll take a look," you said, leaning in to kiss him lightly. "Feels fine to me. But maybe you should keep hydrating," you said, lightness entering your voice once again.

You shared a quiet laugh, the air in the room thick with the intimacy that had been missing from your recent interactions. Your hand lingered on his cheek for a moment longer before you stepped away, washing your hands before reaching for the medical cream you needed to apply. You squeezed a small amount onto your fingertips before gently rubbing it into the irritated area. Joe leaned into your touch, his eyes drifting closed as the coolness of the cream soothed his skin.

"You'll pick this up from the pharmacy, right?" you said, your voice firm but gentle as you capped the tube of cream.

Joe nodded, his eyes still closed. "Yes, ma'am," he mumbled, the tension in his shoulders visibly easing.

You couldn't help but smile at his obedience. "Good boy," you said, your thumb smoothing over the cream to ensure it was evenly applied. "And Joe, please don't make a habit of this. I nearly popped a blood vessel when I thought you had something serious going on."

Joe nodded, his eyes still closed, savoring the moment. "I know," he said. "But sometimes, I just need to feel you taking care of me, you know?"

Your heart swelled. You did know. Your lives had become a series of passing moments, stolen kisses, and rushed conversations. You missed the simplicity of your early days together too. You gently placed your hand on his shoulder, your thumb brushing against the fabric of his shirt in small, comforting circles. "I'll make sure to be home at a reasonable tonight," you promised.

Joe's eyes fluttered open, and he gave you a warm smile. "You don't have to," he said, his grip on your waist loosening slightly. "But I'd like that."

You nodded, your eyes soft as you met his gaze. "Okay, I'll be home by seven. We can have dinner together, and maybe watch Episode IV for the thousandth time?" you suggested, your voice hopeful.

Joe's grin grew. "Now, you're talking," he said as he leaned back in the chair. "You promise to stay awake for the whole thing?"

You rolled your eyes playfully. "It's dangerous to make promises like that," you teased. "But I'll try." You stepped back, your hand lingering on his shoulder before you finally pulled away. "Now, go get that cream, and start looking for liners. No more sneaky appointments unless it's a real issue."

Joe chuckled, standing from the chair. He wrapped his arms around you in a quick, tight embrace. "Deal," he murmured before letting go.

Things had seemed to cool off, but as the weekend drew closer, the two of you were swept back up into your separate routines. By the time Thursday evening came around, you were both exhausted and looking forward to a quiet night in.

It wasn't unusual for Ja'Marr to pop over, especially before important games when Joe had his individual film sessions. The two men had made it a tradition since their time together at LSU, their friendship had remained tight with their close proximity.

Ja'Marr, with his broad shoulders and a fresh cut, strolled into your house without knocking, having memorized the code to the keypad ages ago, a bag of chips in hand. "What's up?"

You looked up from the open fridge, shaking your head with a smile, watching him unload his pockets as Joe's heavy footsteps echoed down the hall. "Hey, I'm about to make dinner, you want some?"

Ja'Marr nodded, tossing the bag of chips onto the counter. "Yeah, sounds good," he said, offering you a side hug as Joe approached. The three of you settled into the kitchen, Joe leaning against the counter, Ja'Marr with his hands in his pockets, while you started pulling ingredients out of the fridge.

"You're cooking?" Joe asked, raising an eyebrow as he watched your flurry of activity. "Why don't you just order something?"

You shot him a look over your shoulder. "Because I want to?" you said, a sassy edge to your voice. You knew Joe's question was more than just a preference for takeout; it was his subtle way of hinting that you were working too hard. "It'll help clear my head."

Ja'Marr chuckled, taking a seat at the kitchen island. "Joe, are you really complaining right now?" he teased, popping a chip into his mouth.

Joe shrugged, his eyes still focused on your moving figure. "Nah, just making sure you're not pushing yourself too much," he said, his voice filled with affectionate concern. "You've been going non-stop lately."

You rolled your eyes but couldn't suppress your smile. "I am literally making you dinner," you said, your voice light. "How are you complaining?"

Ja'Marr laughed outright at that, shaking his head. "You two are something else," he said, taking a sip of water, scowling when Joe reached into his bag of chips for a few pieces.

"What?" Joe said, munching on a handful. "You walk into my house uninvited, man. I can have a few of your chips."

You walked over to Joe, pressing a kiss to his cheek. "Go watch film, I'm okay, I promise," you said, gently nudging him away from the kitchen. You knew he was just trying to help, but you needed this time to unwind.

Joe sighed but didn't argue further, grabbing his iPad and retreating to the living room. Ja'Marr lingered behind, watching your every move with an expectant look on his face.

"Yes, Ja'Marr?" you asked, your eyes flickering over to him as you prepped vegetables.

"Are you still driving up to Cleveland on Sunday?" he started with a light tone. "If you are, maybe my girl could sit with you? She's been wanting to see me play in person for a while."

You paused mid-chop, the knife hovering over a bell pepper. You looked up at him, a hint of surprise in your eyes. "No, actually," you said, placing the knife down carefully. "I thought I'd stay home this weekend, maybe go to the spa, and catch the game from here."

Ja'Marr's eyebrows shot up, and he looked at you as if you had just suggested something unthinkable. "You're not going to the game?" he said, his tone incredulous.

Before you could respond, Joe's voice cut through the kitchen, his tone incredulous. "What do you mean you're not going to the game?" he called out from the living room.

You took a deep breath before releasing a long sigh. You knew Joe was sensitive about you not attending the games you typically did, but you had her reasons. "I just need some me-time, Joe," you called back, your voice firm. "I don't want to drive to Cleveland by myself. Besides, you're going to be busy with the game. I won't even see you until we get home at like two in the morning."

Joe appeared in the kitchen entryway, his expression a mix of confusion and hurt. "That's not the point," he said, his voice tight. "You always come to the games in Cleveland."

You took another deep breath, keeping your eyes on your task. "Joe, this has nothing to do with you. I just know I'm gonna be exhausted, and I want to take care of myself."

Ja'Marr looked uncomfortable, shifting in his seat. "Maybe I'll just ask Tee," he offered, trying to ease the tension. "His mom is staying with him this week, she might go to the Cleveland game."

"It's fine," you said, turning to give him a reassuring smile. You didn't want to ruin his night with your relationship woes. "I didn't know you were that serious about her. I wish I could meet her."

Joe's face fell, and he took a step forward, obscuring Ja'Marr's view of your faces. His voice dropped, "Are you really not coming?"

You could hear the disappointment in his tone, and you felt a twinge of guilt. You knew Joe thrived on your support at games, and you had been his rock at every single one, cheering him on from the sidelines. But you were tired, so tired. "I'm sorry, babe," you said, your voice sincere. "I was gonna tell you tonight."

Joe crossed his arms, his eyes searching yours. "Is that the real reason?" he pressed, his voice low. "Or are you upset with me about something?"

You took a deep breath, turning to face him fully. "Joe," you said, your tone measured with a warning. "I have my own life too. Work is tiring, and I need the weekend to recover."

Joe's jaw tightened, his blue eyes boring into yours. "But we hardly see each other as it is," he countered. "I like knowing you're there, supporting me."

"Are you worried I won't watch if I'm not sitting in the stadium? Because I promise you, I'll be screaming at the refs through the TV just as loud." You knew Joe was taking your absence personally, but you couldn't help the way you felt.

"It's not the same," Joe said, his voice gruff. "You know that."

You sighed, wiping your hands on a kitchen towel. "Babe," you began, your voice calm but firm. "I love watching you play, but I can't always drop everything to follow you around. I have my own shit to deal with here."

Joe shook his head, biting at his lip with a frown. "I don't get it," he murmured, his voice tight with frustration. "But whatever."

Your eyes narrowed slightly at his tone, but you kept your voice steady. "What don't you get?" you asked, your patience wearing thin.

"We will talk about this later," Joe said, his voice a low growl. Your jaw tightened, the two of you engaged in a silent staring contest.

Ja'Marr took the moment of silence to clear his throat awkwardly. "I can leave if you need to talk? Just let me know when dinner's ready?"

You offered him a tight smile. "No, it's fine. Stay and watch film."

Joe didn't say anything, choosing instead to continue staring intensely at the side of your face as you resumed chopping vegetables. The kitchen was filled with the rhythmic sound of the knife slicing through the peppers, the tension palpable. You felt a simmer of annoyance build in your chest, but you pushed it down. You didn't want to fight, not really, but you had to stand your ground.

"Okay," Ja'Marr drew out slowly under his breath. "Y'all two fighting like an old married couple. Maybe you need some one-on-one time, or some shit."

Joe grunted, his arms still crossed tightly over his chest. "What do you mean?"

Ja'Marr leaned back against the counter, popping another chip in his mouth as he attempted to play relationship counselor. "Y''all been at each other's necks," he said, gesturing between you. "Maybe you just need to, you know, fix it in the bedroom."

You couldn't help but snort with laughter, turning to Joe with narrowed eyes. "Did your best friend just tell us to have sex to solve our problems? Both of you get out of my kitchen, please. Go do literally anything else."

Joe couldn't help the laugh that erupted from his chest. He turned to stalk off to the living room, already taking Ja'Marr's words to heart. The wide receiver followed him as he muttered, "I'm just tryna help you, bro."

You finished dinner, serving the two men before retreating to your office to catch up on some paperwork. Ja'Marr had left before the clock hit 8:30, reminding Joe of his earlier words.

"Maybe he's onto something," Joe mumbled to himself, watching as the front door closed.

By the time Joe made it up to your bedroom, you were already tucked into bed, your laptop open and the soft glow of the screen casting a cool light over your features. You looked up at him as he entered, your eyes questioning. He paused in the doorway, his mind racing. He knew he had to tread carefully; he didn't want to start another fight, especially not after your earlier tension.

"Hey," he began, his voice tentative.

You paused from her work, the glow from the laptop lighting up your face. You studied him for a moment before closing your laptop with a sigh. "Hey," you replied, confusion etched into your features as you observed Joe carefully.

Joe took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the unspoken words between the two of you. He walked over to the bed and sat down beside you, his eyes searching yours. "I'm sorry about earlier," he said, his voice sincere. "I overreacted. I just miss you, you know?"

You nodded, the tension in your shoulders visibly dissipating. "I miss you too," you admitted, your voice softer, offering him space to climb under the blanket with you.

Joe leaned in, his hand brushing against your cheek as he turned your face to meet his. His eyes searched yours, looking for any lingering anger or resentment. Finding none, he leaned in to kiss you, a gentle brush of his lips against yours that grew more urgent with each passing second. You closed your eyes, your arms sliding around his neck as you melted into the kiss.

Your kiss grew deeper, your bodies pressing closer together as Joe's hand traveled down to your waist, pulling you towards him. You felt the warmth spread through you, the stress of the day slowly evaporating. The two of you broke apart, both panting slightly, staring into each other's eyes as if seeing one another for the first time in weeks.

"Do you want to...?" Joe trailed off, his voice low and hopeful, his thumb tracing the plump of your bottom lip. His palm cupped the side of your face, blue eyes searching yours.

You studied him, the love and desire swirling in his gaze undeniable. You knew he was referring to the "one-on-one time" Ja'Marr had so bluntly suggested. Despite your initial dismissal, you couldn't ignore the spark it had ignited within you. The petty fights had clearly been a symptom of a deeper issue - your lack of intimacy. "Please," you murmured, leaning into his touch.

Joe didn't need any more encouragement. He leaned back, pulling you with him so you were straddling his hips. The weight of you felt like home, the warmth of your skin seeping into his as he kissed you deeply, his hands exploring your curves. Your sighs turned into a moan as you ground your hips down into his, feeling his hand squeeze your ass under his palms before bringing a hand down to hear the satisfying 'smack', the friction sending shockwaves through Joe's body.

He rolled you over, his body pressing yours into the mattress, his hands roaming over your skin, peeling your clothes away. Your hands were equally busy, fumbling with the hem of his shirt, your nails scraping lightly against his chest as you pushed the fabric over his head. The room was filled with the sound of your ragged breaths and the rustle of fabric.

Your kisses grew more urgent, Joe's hands tracing a path down your body, his fingertips dancing along the edge of your panties. You gasped, your body arching up into his touch. He paused, his eyes dark with desire. "Tell me what you need, baby," he whispered against your skin, lips drawing heat as they pressed wet kisses to your chest, nipping eagerly at the fat of your breasts, hands kneading the flesh beneath his palms.

Your breath hitched, your voice thick with want. "You," you managed to get out, your eyes fluttering shut as Joe's mouth found your neck, kissing and sucking the tender skin there. His touch was soothing an ache you hadn't realized you had been carrying with you for weeks.

"I can do that," he said, his words muffled against your salty skin. Your hips squirmed against him, your lips parting with another pretty moan from the feel of his tip pressing against your core. You could feel the frustration of him being so close but not close enough. The thin fabric of your underwear - ironically matching in color - was the only barrier left between you.

With a low groan, Joe's hands slid down to the waistband of your panties, his thumbs hooking into the elastic. Your own hands were busy in his hair, pulling him closer as his mouth found your breasts. He kissed and bit, his teeth grazing your nipples, and you couldn't help but arch your back, pushing yourself into his mouth. He took his time, savoring the taste of you, feeling the tremble of your body with each nibble.

You whined, tugging at the messy strands of his hair. "Joe," you breathed out his name, a plea for more. He chuckled darkly, his eyes gleaming with lust as he peered up at you. He held your gaze as his fingers slipped into your panties, humming in approval when he found you slick and ready. With a nudge, he kept your thighs spread to accommodate him, allowing you access to his lips as his fingers lightly stroked through your folds.

"You're so wet for me, baby," Joe murmured, his voice thick with want. He kissed your stomach, your hips rolling with impatience. He took his time, dragging his kisses down the line of your navel until his mouth was right there, hot breath against your clit. His cheek rested against your thigh, breathing in your sweet scent as he continued to hold you open for him.

Your eyes fluttered shut, your teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Joe's fingers continued rubbing you in slow circles, your hips bucking upward in silent demand. He trailed kisses down your inner thigh, his tongue darting out to soothe you after biting into your brown skin. The anticipation was agonizing, but you knew he enjoyed teasing you, drawing it out until you were begging.

"Joey," you breathed, your voice trembling with need. "Please."

He chuckled under his breath, forcing himself to keep his attention on your sensitive center. His fingers still pressed against you, sweeping through your wet pussy as your arousal began to coat the inside of your thighs and slowly drip down to the bed. He knew if he looked up and saw your face, he'd be lost in your eyes, so he focused on your reactions, the way your body arched and trembled. He brought his face closer, hovering just out of reach, his thumb gently teasing your entrance without giving you the satisfaction you craved.

"Give me a second, honey." He murmured reassuringly under his breath. "Need to make sure she remembers me. It's been so long, you think she does?" He smirked against your skin, his teeth grazing your inner thigh again, making you squirm.

Your grip tightened in his hair, your hips bucking upwards. "She'd never forget you," you managed to gasp out, your voice breathless. "Just..."

Joe took the hint, his smirk growing wider as he leaned in closer, his tongue pressing flat against your center, licking up your slit with a maddening slowness. Your nails dug into his scalp, your body tensing as he finally took you in his mouth, sucking and licking with a hunger that had been building for weeks. The sensation was overwhelming, your thighs shaking as they tense over his shoulders. You released a soft moan, the sound of his name on your lips like a prayer.

Your body was tightening, the tension in your core growing with each flick of his tongue, each gentle suck of his lips. Joe could feel you getting closer, the muscles in your legs tensing as your breath grew shorter. He didn't stop, his mouth working to bring you to the edge of pleasure. Your hips began to rock against him, your moans growing louder, gasping and writhing to his touch, feeling yourself getting closer and closer.

Joe pulled away with a smug smirk, watching you react to his touch as his fingers took over for his mouth. With a start, he inserted one finger inside you, feeling the heat and the tightness of your walls. He stayed close, watching the way your body quivered in reaction to his touch.

"I know, baby, I know," he soothed, voice deep as he kissed your thighs, his breath brushing over your overly sensitive skin. He watched your face, the way your eyes had glazed over and your teeth bit at your bottom lip. He didn't want you to come from his fingers, though. He wanted to feel you come around his cock, wanted to hear you scream his name as you lost control.

"Keep 'em open for me, gonna give you my cock, beautiful," he urged, instructing you to keep your thighs open as you whimpered at the loss of his fingers. He kissed your stomach before sitting up to remove his underwear. His cock stood proudly, thick and hard, the tip glistening with pre-cum. Your chest heaved as you watched him gently stroke himself, turning your head to the side as your thighs closed together, the ache for him unbearable. You could feel your pussy fluttering, begging for his attention.

He wasn't quite done teasing you. As he sat back on his heels, he guided his tip through your folds, using your wetness as his lubricant. You pressed the back of your hand to your mouth, muffling a moan at the sensation. Your eyes were glossed over with lust, watching him with a mix of frustration and need.

Without another word, Joe pushed into you, watching your eyes widen as he filled you up. He took his time, savoring the feel of your tight warmth surrounding him, your inner walls pulsing around him as you adjusted to his girth. Your eyes rolled back, your back arching off the bed as he began to move, setting a steady rhythm that had you both panting within moments.

Joe leaned forward, supporting himself on one hand as the other pulled your leg to rest against his hip. He was positioned directly over you, allowing your hands to reach for his jaw, bringing him down to kiss you deeply. You could feel the heat from his body, his chest pressing against your breasts, and you reveled in the feeling of being filled by him. His strokes grew more urgent, and you could feel the tension building within you once more.

"Come on, talk to me, sweetheart," he groaned out. "'M listening, need to hear your sweet voice."

Your breath hitched, your eyes snapping open to meet Joe's intense gaze. "I need you deeper," you whispered, your voice a desperate plea. He smirked, his eyes lighting up with challenge, and lowered himself onto an elbow, pulling the thigh in his grasp higher on his hip. The adjustment sent him deeper, and you gasped, your body tensing for a brief moment.

He chuckled, his thumb drawing a soothing circle into your thigh. "Breathe, baby," he murmured, his eyes never leaving yours. You took a deep breath, feeling the pressure building once more. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your legs locking around his waist as he began to move again, his hips rolling into yours with a deep, steady rhythm that had your toes curling as you struggled to stay in control of your body.

"Yeah," you moaned, your voice strained, "like that."

Joe's pace quickened, the sound of your skin slapping together filling the room as he pumped into you with an animalistic fervor that had been building since you started fighting. The frustration of the day, the need to claim you, to make you his again, was palpable in every thrust. You whimpered as his nose nudged against yours, reminding you to keep your eyes trained on his. He liked watching you come, liked the way your pupils would blow wide and your eyes would glaze over like you were baring your soul to him.

He felt you tighten around him, your legs squeezing him, your breaths coming out in short puffs. You were close, so close, and he couldn't help the smug smile that tugged at his lips. He leaned down, pressing a kiss to the corner of your mouth. "Right there?"

You nodded, mouth wide, pupils blown, your breathing ragged. "Yes," you gasped, "right there, don't stop. Fuck, yes."

Joe groaned, his eyes never leaving yours as he felt you tighten around him. He could feel his own release building, but he held it back, focusing on you, wanting you to come first. His hips slammed into yours, the rhythm relentless, his cock driving deep within you with each thrust. You were so wet, so tight, the sensation of your pussy gripping him like a glove threatening to send him over the edge at any moment.

You began to squirm as your orgasm approached. Your breathing growing more shallow, your eyes locked with Joe's as if begging for release. His own breaths grew strained, the muscles in his arms tensing as he held himself above you, his hips moving faster, pushing into you with a force that had your body rocking against the bed.

"Uh uh," he tsked, snapping his hips into you with more force, the smugness in his expression growing with each whine you made. "You're not going anywhere, baby. Stay right here with me. I got you. Just let it go for me. Let me make you feel good."

The words were like a dam breaking, the orgasm crashing over you with a ferocity that had you arching into him, your legs tightening around him. You threw your head back, moaning his name as you came, your body shaking with the intensity of it. He watched your face, the way your eyes screwed shut and your mouth fell open in a silent scream, the way you clamped down on him, and it was his turn to moan out. He could feel your pulses around his cock, your walls milking him for all he was worth.

"Yeah, there you go, babe. That's it, baby, good fuckin' girl." Joe's voice was a gruff whisper in your ear, his thrusts growing more erratic as he felt your climax ripple through your body. He held on, waiting for you to come back down before he allowed himself to go over the edge. Your nails dug into his skin, leaving lines on his back, but he didn't care. He liked the push and pull, liked knowing that you were feeling everything just as intensely as he was.

"Oh, my fucking god - shit!" you gasped, feeling your orgasm continue to ravage your senses, each wave more intense than the previous as Joe's hips continued to roll into yours.

"Look at that. So fuckin' beautiful," Joe murmured, his voice thick with the beginning of his own climax. He leaned in, capturing your mouth in a searing kiss as his own release began to build. The taste of you was on his tongue, and it was all he needed to push him over the edge. He groaned, his hips stuttering as he filled you, the warmth of his cum spilling into your depths as his muscles tensed and then relaxed.

Your bodies lay tangled together, a mess of sweat and limbs as you both caught your breath. You felt Joe's weight shift, his muscles slackening against you as his breath evened out. You trailed your fingers through his tousled hair, pressing gentle kisses to his forehead as the fuzziness in his head cleared.

"You okay?" He murmured, his voice gruff with satisfaction.

You nodded, a small smile playing on your lips. "Okay," you assured him. "You?"

"Better than okay." Joe nuzzled closer, his chest rising and falling with deep, contented breaths. You lay in a cocoon of warmth, the sheets twisted around your legs. "We should do this more often."

You chuckled, stroking your hand down his back. "Damn," you breathed, your voice filled with a mix of pleasure and amazement. "You've never spoken to me like that before."

He laughed, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed the still aftermath of your passion. "It's all that pent-up frustration," he murmured. "But you liked it."

It was a statement, not a question, and you couldn't help but agree. You kissed him again, your hands still tangled in his hair. "I loved it," you admitted, your voice still a bit breathless.

Joe chuckled, his chest rumbling against you as he pulled out of you. "Good to know," he murmured, his thumb tracing over your cheek. "Guess we know what the cure for our petty fights is now."

You couldn't help but laugh, the tension from earlier dissipating. "Next time I start arguing with you about stupid shit, you have my permission to fuck it out of me."

Joe smirked, planting a kiss on your forehead. "Deal," he agreed, his voice filled with a newfound lightness. He rolled away from you, collapsing onto the bed with a sigh of contentment. You turned onto your side, kissing him softly before slipping out of bed to clean yourself up.

Joe followed her, allowing you space to handle your business before taking his turn. When you both climbed back into bed, the air was thicker, charged with the aftermath of your released tension. You lay down with a satisfied sigh, your body still humming with pleasure. You snuggled closer to him, your hand tracing shapes over his chest as you lay in the quiet darkness.

"I'm sorry for being such a pain in the ass recently," Joe said, his voice soft and sincere. "I know you've got a lot going on with work and stuff, but I just feel guilty being gone so much this season."

Your hand paused on his chest, your eyes searching his in the dim light of the room. "I know, baby," you replied, your voice filled with understanding. "It's not your fault, I should've been more honest, should've told you I wasn't going to Cleveland when I made the decision."

"That's okay," Joe said, his thumb tracing lazy circles into your supple skin. "We're good. I'll go up to Cleveland, get a win, and come back for victory sex." His voice was light, the tension from earlier replaced with humor and affection.

You couldn't help but laugh, "Sounds like a plan." You cuddled closer to Joe, feeling the warmth of his body seeping into yours.

[bluerosefox]

Young Justice's Luck Strikes Again

Batman sighs deeply and rubs a temple.

It was meant to be a simple space mission, nothing to big. Just a quick check and report back.

Only problem is the ones he would normally assign this to are all dealing with other things so he had to ask... Someone else...

Like...

The ones that were once Young Justice.

Look, they were the only only ones with a spaceship (How? He still had no idea, Tim keeps saying 'What happens in YJ, stays in YJ') that could go far out without problems, and even though he knew putting the old YJ team together might be a bad idea, he trusted them especially Red Robin to be just a bit more professional at least. Since they were no longer teens but young adults now.

And again it was meant to just be a quick mission.

Nothing big.

So...

So why was Young Justice currently wrangling two floating black haired toddlers, one with blue eyes while the other one had red, and a black haired baby.

Turns out they found these children floating in space on their way back from their mission, cryo sleeping in a ice block huddled and cuddled together around a well loved teddybear with a teal headband on its head.

Or they were sleeping in cryo sleep until Superboy brought the ice block in and the thing melted allowing the children to wake up.

Batman could feel a headache coming on when he noticed just how... attached Young Justice was becoming to the children as well and knew it would be a miracle if he could get them to separate from the children.

[yjcorefourenjoyer]

I fully believe that yj98 doesn’t tell ANYONE about their missions anymore.

they probably did in the past with their early ones, but after the 7th lie detector test, and 3rd time they had to get J’onn and/or Wonder Woman’s lasso involved to prove they were telling the truth, they just stopped.

After you’ve heard one mission people usually think they’re lying and stop asking questions. All YJ have to say is ‘it was a Classic yj mission, do you really want to hear about it?’ and all other inquiries would be dropped. YJ themselves won’t bring it up, and you won’t believe them anyways, so what’s the point?

So you won’t believe what this leads to when Damian and Jon after being curious for a while, decided to answer “yes, we do wanna know” to them

now YJ has to deal with two teens and the justice league, who finally decides to look at them (and what they’ve done) for the first time…

[puppycassie]

Headcanons for Jacob Alden with a breeding kink? 🥴🥴

♡ absolutely !!

! 18+ , nsfw content, lurking for love is an 18+ game <3 ! 🩷🍰

some of my headcanons for jacob with a breeding kink ♡

♡ he's a yandere, of course the idea of filling you with his seed is more than enticing to him

♡ he definitely tracks your cycle so that he knows when you're ovulating

♡ "not gonna chase after anyone else with my baby inside of ya, darlin'"

♡ uses his fingers to push his cum deeper inside of you

♡ LOVES mating press

♡ likes to pull out to watch his cum drip out of you before fucking it back in

♡ "you're gonna look so perfect when you swell up for me"

♡ makes you ask for it "what is it, sweetheart? want me to make you a mommy/daddy?"

♡ just loves the idea of claiming you, marking your insides with his loads

♡ makes you go multiple rounds, cumming inside of you again and again until you physically can't take it. telling you "shh shh darlin', gotta make sure I knock you up"

♡ praises your features, telling you he hopes that the babies he's gonna make you carry inherit them

♡ can't wait to take pictures of your pregnant body

♡ once he has said pictures, he frequently masturbates to them, even when you're not pregnant anymore

♡ the idea of his beloved's breasts swelling with milk drives him crazy, covers your tits with kisses as he reminds you of what's going to happen to them

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thank you for the request, lovely anon ♡

[mamawasatesttube]

it's time for powerpoint night with core four!

tim's going first:

cassie raises her hand. "i have a question," she says.

"go ahead," tim says, foolishly assuming it'll actually be about cars.

cassie snickers. "so do those pictures, like... do it for you, or...?"

tim does not deign to dignify that with a response, but his face truly says it all.

cassie goes next:

"cassie," kon says, squinting. "that's so hard to read. and i have super eyeballs."

"well, at least i didn't do times new roman on grey!" cassie retorts. "just for that, maybe i won't tell you about my worldbuilding concept of integrating the kryptonian pantheon into the percy jackson-verse so you could be a child of rao."

"wait wait no i'll shut up i'll shut up!!!" kon exclaims.

"i won't," bart says. "why the--and for that matter, how the sprock did you make the text that shiny?!"

kon's up next:

"what. what is this, some kind of media studies masters thesis?" tim asks incredulously. "don't tell me you have citations at the end."

"of course i have citations at the end!" kon puffs up his chest. "and i also included video clips because the delivery of some of the lines can't really be portrayed over text, and..."

"i have a confession," cassie says. "i... have never seen this episode."

kon pauses. then goes on a face journey. "okay," he says. "i'm gonna need to add approximately fifty minutes to my presentation timer."

and finally, finally, they make it to bart:

"NO," tim declares incredulously, as soon as the slide goes up. "absolutely not! no!'"

"ha!" bart points triumphantly. "someone didn't read the fine print!"

tim squints at the screen like a confused fifty-year-old dad who's lost his glasses for the fifth time this week. then he sighs, pinches the bridge of his nose, and folds his arms over his chest. "are you ever going to do a powerpoint where you don't have to bully me first?"

"and they say there's no stupid questions," kon mutters. cassie nods in fervent agreement.

"obviously not," bart says, and clicks to the next slide. "so the first reason tim should let me drive his car again is..."

[colbycheeseslice]

But what if Young Justice was a band? 🤔

[delusionsofgrandeur13]

doing some research..

[achillean-knight]

[venusvhs]

★ sevika who eats pussy like it's her first meal in decades and her last meal ever. she's so messy with it, it's almost ridiculous. lapping at ur cunt like it's the only thing on her mind. and it is. she's so drunk on it, mumbling praises against you despite the fact she knows you can't understand her. and her hands are everywhere while she's doing it, too— roaming over the soft fat of your thighs, your stomach, kneading the flesh in her calloused fingers, appreciating your plumpness. it's her favourite thing, being buried between your thighs. she thinks she could die like this, and she'd die more than happy.

[popeabbot]

Safe in your skin - Jack Abbot

Summary: Jack's day off for Memorial Day turns into a shift from hell, can you keep him from going under or will the darkness consume him completely?

Jack AbbotxWife!attending!reader

WC: 11.6k

Tags: Child death, medical gore, Medical inacurasies, like 2 seconds of smut in the beginning, violence, explicit language, mature themes, Gloria being so mean and nasty fr, PTSD, flashbacks, flashback related violence, Jack beating a pos dad, New med student being a whitaker 2.0, ideations of self harm and suicide, you and Jack both being flight risks to the roof, A main character having a breakdown in the ambulance bay in front of god and everyone fr, So so so many holiday injuries.

a/n: If you've seen this before NO YOU HAVEN'T anyways, proceed with caution.

There were few days that workaholic Doctor Jack Abbot refused to set foot in PMTC. Memorial Day, Fourth of July and New Years. He had learned over the years how to push past the darkness that followed him, make light in the face of trauma. But not on days that involved fireworks, even his therapist agreed it would probably be better to avoid those days.

Memorial Day was hard, especially for veterans. Everyone wanted to remember their service while, in a lot of cases, all they wanted to do was forget. So on days like today, you and Jack stayed in and went at it like absolute rabbits. (Hence the nickname Jack Rabbot). For most people, 5am might be too early for sex but you were currently working Jack through the adrenaline high of a nightmare. Sex wasn’t normally how Jack coped but he insisted he needed something real to ground him.

“You’re safe, here, with me.” You left hot open mouth kisses down Jack's neck as he gripped your hips for dear life, like you’d disappear if he let go. 

“Too good for me,” he choked back, bucking his hips into yours at a reckless pace. You tried your best to ground him, placing a flat palm over his heart, taking his hand and splaying it out over your own. Sparks of white flew across your vision with each buck and snap of his hips but you did your best to keep yourself grounded, squeezing his biceps for some form of support.

“Jack, I’m not going anywhere,” you moaned as he bit at your neck roughly. In this moment all that mattered were the two people fighting tooth and nail to become one if at all possible.

*ring* *ring* *ring*

“Somebody- ah- callin’ you?” Jack asked, finding a steadier pace and taking your mouth back into his. You fumbled around your bedside table, catching a glimpse of your screen. 

“Jesus…it’s Gloria.” You groaned, part of you wanted to ignore her, the heat in your belly increasing.

 Unfortunately you knew you had to answer, you tapped Jack's pec and he seamlessly flipped you over without disconnecting. 

Your hand flew over your mouth to cover the moan that escaped you as you answered the call. A shit eating grin spread across Jack's face. He was loving this.

“Abbot, I hate to bother you but we need you to come in for the day shift. The attending that was in place of Robby called out.” Gloria’s voice was curt, almost annoyed that she was bothered with calling you.

You were more annoyed that she was calling you in the middle of sex with your husband. You pushed against Jack’s chest with your freehand, doing your best to not fall over.

“Uh, yeah yeah I can come in.” You nodded, your vision hazy as Jack slowly rotated his hips. “Does that mean I’m pulling a double since Jack has off?”

“Unless he comes in-“

“H-he won’t,” you cut Gloria off, causing Jack to raise an eyebrow at you. “I’ll work a double, be over there as soon as I can.” Jack bucked up into you right as you hung up the phone, the moans you’d been holding back coming out like a sea of praises.

 “I have to work.” 

“No.” Jack pouted, pulling your hips down to pepper you in kisses. 

“Jaaack!” You giggled as he flipped you over again, back pressed into the mattress. You cupped his face. “Robby’s back up called in, I can’t leave the day shift or the night shift with no attending. It wouldn’t be right.”

Jack groaned, nodding as he kissed your forehead.

“You’re just too good,” he muttered. “I’ll make some breakfast, get ready to take on the world sexy!” You giggled again. Part of you wanted to call Gloria and tell her to figure it out. Jack needed you. But so did all the helpless idiots that would be coming through the hospital doors. The devil on your shoulders was quite tempting but the halo never failed to remain high on your brow.

Texts were sent out to his brothers as you rinsed off in the shower. You donned your usual uniform: Sage green compression socks with little white stars, black OCs and scrubs, a white undershirt and a navy blue jacket you’d stolen from Jack. 

Makeup was applied quickly as you tied your hair back, you would make the most of today.

The smell of breakfast coaxed you into the kitchen, Jack stood at the stove humming something under his breath as he rolled burritos.

He had a bag full of all your favorite snacks, breakfast burritos for when you got to work (you planned to at least eat one on the drive over), wraps for lunch and he'd bring dinner most likely. Two packs of gum, some liquid IVs and a bag of candy to keep your blood sugar up.

“Will you be okay?” You asked with genuine concern, snaking your arms around his waist, “I have dirt on Shen I can keep him working.” 

“I am a big boy may I remind you,” Jack shifted around so he could look in your eyes as you spoke. Jack had a knack for holding incredible eye contact, it used to bother you when you first met him but, it quickly became a quirk of his you adored. “I spent many Memorial Days on my own before you, my love, I think I can manage.”

“Just remember what we practiced, you have me, your therapist and the boys on speed dial. I love you so very much Jack.” He smiled softly, you rubbed his jawline with your thumb, trying to cling to him before you had to leave.

“If I have any problems I’ll call you, promise. Now here’s your bag of goodies before you’re late to receive your crew,” Jack produced your backpack full of goodies from behind his back and placed it on yours.

“Ugh what would I do without you?” You kissed him tenderly as he handed a coffee filled thermos and your notepads.

“Mmm, crash and burn I suppose,” he mumbled into another kiss, causing you to smile. His strong arm wrapped around you, caging you in his space. You took a second to breathe him in, there were seldom shifts you worked alone so working with the dayshift without him seemed practically impossible.

6:30am

You drummed your fingers along the truck steering wheel, blaring Coming Undone over the stereo. Jack always joked that it was impossible for someone who looked as sweet as you to listen to hard rock. Your hair swayed back and forth as you moved your head with the music. 

The suburbs along your drive were flooded with red, white and blue in anticipation for the holiday to be celebrated once the sun rose. Families all across Pittsburgh would celebrate with a lot of alcohol, barbecues, and holiday cheer, you could only think of the amount of trauma cases you would be greeted with. The thought of fireworks quadrupled your hypothetical case numbers. 

Your mind drifted to Jack again. He had spent many years pushing through Memorial Day on his own since his late wife had passed, but the both of you knew how drastically he’d improved since you walked into his life. He would be okay but it didn’t mean you wouldn't worry about him.

Stepping out of the truck you were greeted by the cool air of the morning, you pulled your hoodie tighter jogging from the parking lot into the main entrance of the ED. The bustle of the Emergency Department at Pittsburgh Medical was one you had quickly come to love, it took less than a year for you to find your place with your family, the ones who always had your back.

“Well good morning Doc!” Kim greeted you from the nurses station, you smiled brightly, taking your ID from the clip on your pants and swiping it into a computer to log in. 

“Mornin KK!” You took your time not being needed to set up camp as day shift started to come in and take over for the night crew, an uneasy feeling started to swirl in your belly but you pushed it away. The morning seemed too..calm? Usually you walked into the ED swarmed in chaos, its uncharacteristic coolness couldn’t help but be unsettling. You talked with Kim about how the night had gone,  she hugged your neck before leaving as Kingsley- Dana’s fill in for charge nurse- came to set up her own spot at the nurses station.

“No Robby?”

“Nah, Heather made him take off so they could take the kids to see her parents. I was supposed to have off as well but duty calls!” You shrugged as Kingsley offered you a soft smile. “Plus today is just me getting a chance to traumatize the poor innocent med students,” The smile that crept across your lips was quite sinister, earning a smack on the arm from King.

“No Jack?”

“Absolutely not. He’s spending today with his brothers, not treating idiots.” 

“Oh...the day crew has no idea what they’re in for, they got the mean Dr. Abbot!” Dr. Shen snickered as he dropped a coffee off at your area with hand off notes, the board was simple…for now. You smacked his arm and shooed him away, making him promise he wouldn’t end up back here later as a patient. 

McKay and Samira greeted you as they clocked in, you knew all of the veteran day shift doctors but you couldn’t look away from the confused med students that stood around the nurses station looking for an attending. Kingsley called everyone over, the group quickly gathered at her call; she wasn’t Dana but she had been trained well and had become quite respected.

“Alright y’all listen up! Doctor Robby won’t be in with us today so this is our attending Doctor Abbot,” she nodded in your direction, giving you the queue to speak.

“Good morning everyone, I know a few of you but for those of you who don’t know me, my name is Doctor Abbot and I will be your attending for today! It’s Memorial Day so I am sure that today will be chaos, please please do not hesitate to come to me if you have any questions. I will be bouncing around the whole department checking in on everyone but don’t be afraid to come to me. I would rather you come to me with a hunch than a severe emergency.” 

You looked to the crowd of nurses, residents and med students alike, doing your best to fake enthusiasm as that feeling of impending doom crept back in. “You are all smart, capable doctors and nurses, and we are a team! Lean on each other, it’s a beautiful day to save lives so let’s get out there and do it!” 

Kingsley groaned, cringing internally for ever showing you Grey's Anatomy in medical school. Some of the students laughed awkwardly as the residents just rolled eyes and went on with their day as the day time traffic started to pick up. The ambulance bay sat bare and untouched as patients from chairs made their way in and out. You took a free minute to flip through the hand of notes Shen had given you, nothing stood out as needing any kind of immediate attention.

Until the shouting started.

“Security!” Samira shouted from Chairs, your feet were moving before you had a chance to absorb what you were doing.

A man in his early twenties had started beating his younger girlfriend in the middle of the waiting room for not getting him help for his headache fast enough. The girl couldn’t have been older than 17, certainly not old enough to be with the man who was holding her by the nape of her neck beating her to a pulp. Shouting erupted as the people who were healthy enough tried to pull him off of the girl. Dr. Mohan had cut in on the fight, removing the girl from the man's grasp and demanding he leave.

“I’m taking her and we’re leaving.” He spat in Samira’s face, he seemed to be all bark and no bite with a woman who showed no fear. She was anything but afraid as she stood firmly between the two.

“You will be leaving this hospital with security, not her.” 

Crack-

You pushed your way into chairs right as his fist connected with Samira’s nose, sending her stumbling backwards, three security guards came in behind you and rushed the man. He tried to push against the security guards in a means to get at Samira again, a look of murder was eminent in his eyes. 

 You were at Samira’s side in an instant, stabilizing her face. You turned to the sound of crying to see the teenage girl laying in an older woman’s lap, her face battered and bruised. Your blood boiled at the sight, but against your want to pound the man yourself, you focused on the people that mattered. 

“Mo, can you walk?” Samira nodded, wobbling as she stood but finding a steady pace to walk, she helped the young girl up and shuffled her into the ED, a handful of nurses at their side. You turned to face the man who was thrashing against security. 

“You will never touch that girl again, or anyone else for that matter,” you growled lowly to the scum who’s name you didn’t bother to learn. He screamed profanities at you as security put him in a room alone to wait for police. You took the time to check on anyone else who may have been injured, thanking them for trying to help. 

“I’ll find that dirtbag when he gets out, he has no idea what’s coming.” An older man grumbled as you checked his knuckles for any breaks, he was the first to try and separate the couple.

“Trust me,” you nodded, “I know a guy who will make his life hell.”

“Good.”

“Will that poor girl be okay?” Miriam, the older woman who held the young girl, asked. Her words were laced with heavy concern. You nodded, giving her a half smile before thanking her and rushing back to the ED. 

You scanned the department for any sign of Samira or the girl before Dr. King was rushing to your side.

“Mel, what's the sitch?” You ripped a pair of gloves from the wall and followed at her side.

“Male, 30’s, gave himself 3rd degree burns by...pouring diesel over his grill to start his fire faster.” She shared a perplexed glance with you as you walked. What kind of dumbass was your first thought, but you knew people who did way dumber shit with way less.

Wailing coming from South 4 confirmed where your patient was, nurses and EMTs surrounded the man trying to calm him down. The sight was grueling to say the least, his forearms were already forming boils and his skin was still audibly sizzling. Do not throw up in front of this man. Deep breaths dude. Deep fucking breaths. You took a moment to compose yourself before going to the distressed man’s side.

“Gotta name?” You looked to the EMT across from you.

“Antonio Vasquez, piece of work here huh doc? ” He answered. You chose to ignore his comment, facing the patient.

“Mr. Vasquez? I’m Dr. Abbot- are you allergic to Morphine?” The man shook his head no as he did his best to hold back his screams. Heart rate was elevated, due to his current condition. All other labs read beautifully given his circumstances. “Kay, let’s get Mr. Vasquez 3 of morphine for the pain and once he’s settled what do we do Dr. King?”

“Clean and treat the wound, keep under observation on fluids, changing dressing regularly.”

You beamed at her. “Well done! Mr. Vasquez we’re going to have someone down here to look at those burns once they’re clean. And maybe, call your friends and tell them not to use diesel for a fire. Patience and safety are key to a successful Memorial Day!”

The man nodded, grimacing only slightly at where his sheer stupidity had gotten him. You couldn’t help but shake your head slightly, trying to hold back laughter at the memory of a cousin doing the exact same thing. Your pager blared from your pocket, you nodded to Mel before stepping out.

North 4- possible lost appendages. 

You cringed at the note on your pager, picking up your pace as you crossed the ED. There were still no signs of Samira or the girl but you had full confidence they were being taken care of. You stepped into the exam room to see two girls standing around the bed, in the middle was Victoria Javadi examining the third girl, who’s hand was in a cup of red sugar.

“Javadi, talk to me.” You went to her side immediately, the smell of margarita mix invading your senses.

“We’re totally not drunk I mean….it's only like 8:30 in the morning right?” One of the girls, Madison, hiccuped. Oh great. That red cup of sugar was probably blood. You looked at the two girls trying to decipher who was smart enough to clot the bleeding with sugar. Sugar clots was a trick of the trade, you either had to be a nurse or grow up with a nurse to know it. 

“Um- well, the girls came in saying Melanie here cut her hand and maybe cut a finger off while cutting limes.” She leaned in closer to you. “I think they’re wasted…”

You clicked your tongue, pulling on fresh gloves. “Let’s see, ah common case of ‘hand used as a cutting board’.” You cleaned the incision, it spread parallel down her palm, and it wasn’t light. The trio gawked as you placed topical lidocaine on Melanie’s hand and then watched as Javadi stitched her hand with still confidence. Melanie had sliced her three middle fingers but it was nothing some medical grade super glue couldn’t fix.

“So who’s the nurse?” You asked the trio as Javadi worked. The tallest girl, a blonde woman named Leah, sheepishly raised her hand. She was the sober one of the group. “Well done. If you hadn't put her hand in sugar she would probably be in worse shape than she is now.” Leah nodded in full agreement, but her eyes widened as she looked behind you. A police officer stood in the doorway. 

“I’ve got this Dr. Abbot,” Victoria spoke up, “finish stitching then walk through aftercare and discharge. Piece of cake.” You nodded, a small smile on your lips. Victoria was so bright, she’d become a wonderful doctor under the right care. 

“Make sure to put your charts in when you’re done. And ladies? Lay off the tequila juuuust a smidge okay?” The girls nodded as you stepped out.

“Atticus.” You nodded your head to the man who stood before you, hands resting on his vest. You shoved your hands in your jacket pockets, swaying back and forth on your feet slightly.

“Doctor Abbot.” He returned your nod, keeping his features stone cold.”The man from earlier this morning has been taken in, they did have to treat him at AGH as Myrna of all people caught her fist in his face on his way out.” You couldn’t help but let a chuckle get past you, Myrna had a knack for beating on abusive men. 

“I don’t need to treat her do I?”

“No, but we’d like you to come with us to speak to the vic since her parents are apparently out of town for the holiday. She was spending it at a friend's house, or so she told her folks.” 

“Sweet Jesus…” You shook your head, lacing your hands atop. “Yeah, yeah. Hey, how's Samira?” You asked as you walked with the officer to Lark Evans’ room. 

“She’s got balls of steel I’ll tell ya that, she demanded Kingsley tape her nose and keep working unless her CT said otherwise.” 

The two of you made it back to the north wing and into a private room. You knocked a few times before walking in, making sure to announce your presence.

“Lark? It’s Doctor Abbot, Doctor Mohan is getting assessed still, may I come in?”

“sure.” Her voice was quiet, barely above a whisper. 

“I have a friend with me, his name is Officer Montgomery and he’s here to help y-“ Lark began to freak out at the sight of the officer. Jumping from her bed she ran to you in a panic.

“No. No, no, no I can’t talk to him! If I say anything he will kill me!” Lark sobbed into your chest, white knuckling your open jacket as hot tears ran down her face. Her breathing was erratic, you sat her down and rubbed her back. 

“Lark, we want to help you. That man? He doesn’t love you, he hurt you. He hurt you in public for trying to help. Atticus will make sure you are safe. I promise.” 

“He’s gone, and once your parents get here they’ll take you home and we’ll make sure you never see him again,” Atticus added from the doorway, arms crossed tightly to keep his composure at the sight of the girl breaking down. Since Lark was a minor she wouldn’t be able to leave the hospital grounds unless she was in the care of family. According to Atticus her parents were currently on a plane and would be here in a few hours. 

“can- can I get some water?” 

You nodded, stepping out of the room and dodging Gloria as you grabbed water from your bag. 

“Doc-“

“I’ll be back!” You dodged Gloria again, cracking the water open as you stepped back into the room. Lark tried not to choke as she gulped the water down, her throat sore from the bruises that blackened it. You patted her back softly, blood boiling as you remembered the way he had his hands on her. 

You held Lark as she told Atticus every bad thing her (ex)boyfriend Jason did: to her and in general.You couldn’t imagine how a sweet young girl like her could get caught up with such a low life loser. You grabbed a box of tissues, handing her a fresh one when needed. When she was done talking she laid back down, wrapping your jacket around her frame. Gloria was blowing up your phone, wanting your attention as you made sure Lark had everything she needed in order for you to leave.

“Atticus, do not leave her side until her parents are here.”

“Yes ma’am, didn’t plan on leaving till I walked her out myself.” The officer nodded as you stepped out of the room to face the devil herself.

“Gloria.” You greeted curtly, arms crossed defensively across your chest. She turned and walked down the hall and you followed slightly behind. 

“Doctor. It’s a holiday, we need to get people in and out, not keep people in beds who don’t need them in.” 

You stopped in your tracks, gawking at Gloria openly. You worked nights so day shift management was only talk from Robby over brunch before your shifts. You’d heard him go on and on about how much of a mythic bitch Gloria could be. Hearing it was one thing, witnessing it was another.

“I’m sorry. You want me to kick out a girl who was assaulted in chairs when we have plenty of beds open?”

“We handled the incident in the waiting room,” Gloria said flippantly. “Officer Montgomery told you the threat was removed, she’s free to leave.” 

You scoffed quite loudly, pushing your face into your hands to avoid doing something stupid. Gloria turned, glaring at you. 

“She’s a minor. We legally can’t let her leave. I thought you knew that Gloria? Hospital rules and regulations and such.” It was now Gloria’s turn to scoff at you, your comment leaving her almost speechless. She muttered something about finding a place in the hall before deciding she was needed elsewhere. You took a free moment to text the one person you wanted more than anyone else.

Gloria is driving me up a wall and it’s not even lunch! Hopefully Shen decides he wants more money. I’m ready to come home. Love you babe!

You slipped your phone into your pocket, walking to the nurses station to check the board. Louie was in an exam room- no surprise, the burn victim you saw this morning was on fluids and the girls had left. Things seemed to be evening out, but the board was ever demanding of patients to be seen.

“Fun morning, huh doc?” Samira slid up next to you, her hands folded atop the table. You turned to look at her, a cloud of purple and green had spread from her nose to a black semi circle under her left eye, her nose had been stabilized and taped to the high heavens.

“You can say that again. You feelin’ okay?”

“I popped 3 ibuprofen. I'm livin large!” She laughed lightly. “On a more serious note, how’s your partner in crime? I know he doesn’t work today but I’m half shocked he didn’t just come in with you.”

“Ahh, yeah he thought about it I’m sure until Uncle Jack duties called, some of the guys he served with are getting together until the fireworks get intense so he’s got kiddos galore to juggle.”

Jack's text tone had you slipping your phone out from your pocket. Opening his text you saw a selfie of him and his niece, and red white and blue nail polish messily decorating their fingers. You couldn’t hide the wide smile on your face, seeing the way his dimples etched into his skin and the sun illuminating every one of his freckles made you miss him even more.

“Abbot! Mohan! We got a trauma comin in 5, might be alcohol poisoning, might be an OD” Kingsley called, phone hanging from her ear. You turned to Samira fully, your hand clenched in a fist in front of you. 

“Mo, rock, paper, scissors who gets it.”

“Oh my god you’re a child!” Her eyes lit up mischievously before presenting her own fist. 

Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot-

Rock-

Scissors-

“Damn. You’re good.” Samira frowned.

“Must be lucky! Hey you-“ you pointed to a med student whose face you hadn’t seen until today. “You’re with me.” The boy's eyes widened in fear but he nodded and came up to you. 

“I-I’m Bradley Summers. First year med student.” You couldn’t help but feel bad for the boy. Emergency Medicine was a shit first rotation, but he seemed bright so you wanted to see what you were working with. A couple minutes later EMTs rolled in with an unresponsive couple.

“Hey Doc, I got a woman in her early 20s, unresponsive to touch and her pupils are blown. We got a pulse but it’s weak.”

“Mo, we got a couple so you’re in!” You shouted back to the nurses station, she was already close behind as the male came in, his pupils were responding to light so he seemed to be in better shape than the woman you were assessing.

“Okay Dr. Summers, what do we do?” Once the patient was on the bed, you stood across from your student as nurses got her hooked up to monitors.

“Her pulse ox 70 doc!” Jesse called out over the chaos. “BP is 90/60 we gotta work fast,” he called out again. You looked down at the woman, her skin was clammy and pale. Bradley suggested narcan, you nodded and grabbed some from the medicine cabinet. Bradley administered the narcan and began to rub the woman’s sternum with his knuckles. 

“She’s not waking up,” Dr. Summers looked up at you with fear in his eyes.

“Baby if you can hear us you need to wake up, okay?” You administered another round of narcan as Bradley continued rubbing the woman’s sternum. Jesse lifted her eyelid and shined a light, nothing. 

“Should we shock her?” He asked. 

“We have no idea what she took and she’s not responding to narcan, she has a pulse so let’s put her on fluids and keep a close eye on her, get a tox screen as well..” You walked from the woman’s room to where Samira was going CPR on the man. 

“We think it was an OD, he responded to narcan but we just lost him again.” 

Administer again in a couple minutes if you don’t get him back, Jane Doe was not responsive, do we have a name for this one?”

“Carl Peterson, apparently they were found like this at a farmers market so who knows what’s in their system. I already got a tox screen ordered.” You nodded, standing out of the way as the team worked seamlessly. After 10-15 minutes Carl regained consciousness, fighting against the people trying to save him. 

“Carl-“ You gripped his shoulders firmly. “My name is Dr. Abbot, you’re in Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. Can you tell me the name of the woman that was with you?” Carl began to settle, eyes wide at the mention of the woman.

“Morgan? Where is she?!”

“She’s being monitored. Carl, do you know if you or Morgan took anything?”

“Uh, no. Other than the fact that I had way too much alcohol in the Pittsburgh sun. Is Morgan okay?”

“Well sir it sounds like you experienced some alcohol poisoning, we’re going to hook you up on fluids and keep you here until you’re better and Morgan wakes up.” You nodded to Samira and stepped out of the room. 

Seeing as you weren’t immediately needed anywhere with your med student babysitting Morgan, you took a moment to sit and chart her case and other cases from the morning. There were plenty of nurses around who could chart for you but you wanted to add certain notes for certain patients.

It already seemed like the weight of the world was heavy around you and it was only 11am. You broke open one of the snacks Jack had packed for you, trying to just take a minute to breathe. A headache was starting to set in, most likely from not having enough water. You took a drink from a water bottle and checked your phone. 

Another picture from Jack showed him, his service dog Judd and a group of 3 girls with red white and blue tiaras on.

His text read: The princess squad just won the hot dog eating contest- Judd included. 

The biggest princess looks quite beautiful. I'd love to meet her ;). Wish I was there, hug the girls!!!

Knowing Jack was with people who cared for him put your mind at ease. If there was one group of people who could keep Jack in a good headspace it was kids, but especially girls. Jack always said he was meant to be a girl uncle, you’d hoped one day he could be a girl dad too. 

11:15 AM

More shouting from chairs broke you from your thoughts. What was in the air in the waiting room today? Matteo was close behind you as you entered the waiting area…Myrna. There were people...cheering around her as she seemed to be beating on someone. The cheers turned to fearful shouting as a knife was brandished from her pocket and driven into whoever was underneath her. The same older man who'd growled about Lark’s boyfriend seemed to be the head of the cheering. His cheers got louder at the sight of the pocket knife.

“Myrna what the hell are you doing?!” You ran up to her, she was laid on top none other than Lark’s ex boyfriend who you'd seen what felt like forever ago. Except now he had a black eye and a knife was embedded in his chest. 

“I told him if he came back I’d make him regret it!” Myrna barked, you pulled her off of the man and cuffed her to a wheelchair. An officer finally ran up to see what was going on.

“Jeez Myr- okay Bradley take her in and let her cool off somewhere.” Bradley nodded, running up behind you to wheel Myrna away.

“Who’s this fine young specimen? Are you single? Myrna’s looking for another husband” Myrna purred as Bradley rolled his eyes, taking her back into the ED. You turned your focus back on Jason.

“Uhhhh- McKay! Help me with this loser!” McKay ran over and helped you pick up Jason, the officer was close behind as you laid him out on a bed. McKay cut the shirt around the knife careful to not disturb it, the blood was still flowing from beneath it but it was only the dam holding back the flood.

“King! Call YoYo, we have a knife in chest situation!” McKay called out to the hallaway. 

“Am I gonna die? Please God, I’m sorry about Lark I don’t wanna die!” 

A monitor behind your head started to blare as his heart rate spiked.

“Hey! Chill the fuck out or you will die, Jason.” McKay’s harsh tone surprisingly did calm him down. Jason took shallow shaky breaths to try and calm himself, he had come back looking for Lark to apologize when he’d been jumped by Myrna, again. 

‘Woah what happened here?” Dr. Garcia asked, stepping into the room.

“Angry Myrna.” You and McKay said at the same time. The two of you helped her to steady the blade before sending him back for surgery.

“Is it bad I want him dead?” McKay asked after being caught up on his situation.

“No. No, not really.” You left to go check on Lark who was still asleep, her parents were on their way so you were going to wake her up.

“Hey doc,” Officer Montgomery smiled as he let you in. 

“Hey. Lark’s parents are on their way but Jason is here so keep an eye out when you walk her out.” You whispered. Atticus’s eyes widened, full of anger. He pulled his phone out and began to text someone, if he pounded his keypad any more you were sure it would break.

“Don’t worry he’s in surgery, Myrna got him, again.”

“Oh cute.” Atticus replied flatly. “Have fun filling that incident report out with the she devil.”

You were almost amused by his comment until something wet was wiped across your butt, You whipped around to see Judd staring up at you, whining anxiously.

But if Judd was here, where was Jack? 

Your heart was pounding out of your chest as you ran to find your husband, Judd following close behind. The ED was chaos, Jack could be heard barking orders from one room as Dr. Whitaker and McKay were barking orders in another. Your legs felt like cement as you walked into the room. Jack stood tending to the patient- his niece Amelia who he'd just been at the park with.

“We need to drain more fluids, now!”

“Her lungs won’t be able to handle it, Dr. Abbot. She’s tired.” Princess grimaced at the thought of not being able to save her. Normally a nurse would never tell a doctor what to do but right now Jack was not in a level headspace, he needed the facts even if they hurt.

Amelia wasn't a day over 12, her hair, body and clothes were drenched. An intubation tube was already down her throat as Jack did CPR. Perlah muttered that she was most likely gone when they brought her in. Your heart broke as your eyes fell to her red, white and blue nail polish. The same polish on Jack's hands.

“Come on baby please..please come back,” he muttered under his breath, but you heard him. You always heard him. You stood frozen as his hands pressed her chest up and down, with each curl and squeeze of his hands, a piece of polish chipped away. Each chip was like a piece of his hope shattering. Amelia was gone. She was gone and Jack was here, in the ER, trying to save one of his own children. A place he shouldn’t be, doing something horrific to someone he loved. Tears streamed down his face every time the girl was shocked with no rhythm returning. The nurses all stood shocked and slightly concerned. The stoic Jack Abbot was breaking in front of them. 

“Shock her again.” His voice was strained. The room stood still. “Shock. Her. Again.”

Princess picked up the paddles and shocked the girl, no rhythm. Jack pushed on the girl again continuing CPR. You didn’t notice the tears streaming down your own face until nurses in the hall were giving you concerned looks. You searched for Amelia’s parents, they seemed to be yelling at a man outside. Joanna’s eyes caught yours and she knew. Your feet carried you into the room, your arms came around his shoulders. 

“She’s gone baby…Ame’s gone.” You looked to Amelia’s parents as they walked in, screams tore from her mother as she fell to her baby. Nolen stood behind his wife, his eyes trained on his baby’s face. Whatever had happened was devastating, a young girl taken before she could even hit her prime. You had always been fond of Amelia, she was the first one to accept you when you and Jack first started dating and you’d been stuck like glue ever since. The nurses cleared the room, giving your family a bit of respect.

“Call it Jack.” Nolens voice came shaky, he was trying not to crack. “Call it so I can go after the man that took my baby.”  

“Amelia Jones, time of death 12:00pm.” Jack whispered, the world crashing down around him. Nolen kissed his wife's head and quietly exited the room, Jack squeezed you tightly before following his brother. You could see Whitaker and McKay working on another patient and needing help.

“JJ, I am so, so sorry.”

“Go save that other baby please,” Joanna sobbed, pulling Judd into her lap as she held her daughter's hand tightly.”If she doesn’t live, Amelia died for nothing.”  You nodded, looking at Amelia's lifeless body one more time, her red white and blue nail polish popped against her pale skin. Today was supposed to be a happy day, a day for festive nail polish and hot dogs. You stepped out of Amelia’s room, trashing your gloves and ran into the room across the hall. Garcia was pulling supplies to help Whitaker with the girl.

“Somebody talk to me,”

“Lelani Matthews, 7 year old girl, she’s got fluid in her lungs. Got caught on a line at the lake and was drowning, apparently she was saved by another girl because her father was too drunk to notice.” Whitaker commented, working a tube through the girl's rib to remove the excess fluid.

“Amelia.”

“What?” McKay turned, seeing the grief etched into your face. 

“The older girl, her name was Amelia.” 

As Whitaker extracted the fluid the girl gasped for air, crying that she was hurt. You rushed to her side, brushing her hair away and telling her that everything would be okay, Whitaker looked at her chest on a sonogram as McKay started her stitches, a frown slowly setting in. 

“What’s wrong?” you asked, stroking Lelani’s hair.

“Would you, come look at this please, Dr. Abbot?” You pulled away from Lelani and walked to Dennis, it looked like her lung had partially collapsed from the stress of the fluid. You chewed your lip thinking about Amy. Surely there was a chance she was a match? Were her lungs even viable if they had also collapsed? You cursed yourself for even thinking that way. She had just fucking died.

“Get her on fluids, keep her comfortable. Get her on the transplant list. Think you can pull some strings on that Yo?” Garcia and Whitaker nodded as you stepped out of the room, trying to keep your composure. Nolen and Jack walked to the parking lot with the man you assumed to be Lelani’s father. You took a deep breath, making sure you weren’t immediately needed, and stepped outside.

“You took my daughter from me-” Nolen spat in the man's face, he avoided any eye contact, the alcohol radiated off of him. While Nolen was visibly angry, screaming and throwing his hands around, you were more concerned about the silent anger that was seeping off your husband.

“It’s not my fault your kid jumped in to save-” Before he could finish speaking, Jack tackled him and began laying his fists into the man. Nolen made no effort to pull him off, only standing there numbly.

“Jack- Jack you have to let him go!” You yelled dashing across the street and into the parking lot. You walked up behind Jack, fear in your voice as he ignored the man's pleas to stop. You touched Jack’s shoulder softly, he whipped around ready to pound whoever was trying to stop him, until he was met with your fearful eyes and tears. Jack sighed deeply as he stood, shrinking before you, he fell into your arms. 

You gripped Nolens arms, your eyes telling him everything he needed to know. His wife needed him. Just like Jack needed you. He sobbed into your shoulder, letting grief overtake his form, you held him through the shakes like always. One thing you would always make clear to Jack Abbot was that he was safe in your skin. You could tell him you were sorry, but it wouldn’t change a damn thing. You could let him beat that girl's father, who was too drunk to feel any remorse, but it would just land him in jail. So until you were pulled away from him, you’d stay standing in the parking lot, with your arms wrapped around the only man who mattered, who would ever matter.

Your phone started to blow up with messages after a few minutes. Mostly Gloria. 

“Hey, I have to go back in,”

“I’ll come with you. I’m here, I might as well stay.” You gripped Jack’s hand tightly as the two of you walked back into PMTC. Joanna stepped out of Amelia's room and gripped you tightly. 

“Thank you sweet girl, thank you for letting her go when we couldn’t.” You sniffled as you hugged her back, doing your best to keep it together, you turned and hugged Nolen just and tightly. “I’ll take care of her till someone comes and gets her.” JJ nodded, gripping Judds leash tighter. They offered to keep him since Jack decided to stay here at the ED against your loving suggestion. You sent Jack up to an on-call room to change and shower. Dropping next to Amelia as you waited for the coroner, Gloria walked in and sat next to you.

“What do you want?” You wiped your hand down your face tiredly, you really did not want to deal with her any more today. “My niece just died and her uncle had to code her. Please don't tell me you’re here to bitch?”

“I am so sorry for your loss, both you and your husband. Traffic is starting to pick up significantly, we need beds.”

You groaned, pushing past Gloria trying to get fresh air anywhere you could. Paramedics were coming in and out with patients every 10-20 minutes, you’d been counting. McKay and Whitaker had been doing a fantastic job in Triage, keeping people moving in and out as much as possible. As of right now you had at least 10 open beds with most patients being able to wait in chairs to be discharged. 

“I don’t want to hear about fucking beds.” You threw your arms up exasperated. “I just counted 10, the girl in North 4 will be out once her parents get here and Amelia-“ you took a deep breath to contain yourself. “We have the beds Gloria. I promise. Now please, go find someone else to bother.”

“I suggest you get a grip and keep your composure the rest of the day Dr. Abbot. One more smart ass comment and I’m writing you up.” Gloria’s voice was cold as she got up and left the room. You sat quietly, holding Amelia’s hand until a coroner came to take her to the morgue. You kissed her forehead lightly, keeping your eyes trained on her now covered frame as she was taken from the ED. 

You walked back to the nurses station, feeling eyes all around and sat at your seat letting your head fall into your hands. All you needed was 5 minutes to collect yourself. But that never happened, did it?

“Lark Evans’ parents just got her, I walked her out myself and ran into a man who wants to press charges on Jack for assault.” Atticus laid your jacket over your shoulders, propping his elbows on the desk.

“Why would someone want to press charges?” Kingsley walked up, arms crossed firmly, “he knew the family of the kiddo he lost…no one has seen the other girl's parents, I’ve been on the phone with an aunt for like 10 minutes.”

“No one’s seen the girl's father because Jack beat him in the parking lot.” Atticus gave you a pointed look.

“Jack was knocking some sense into a drunk father who couldn’t even watch his own child,” you shot back, shooting daggers into his heart with your mind. “I can’t say I condone it but you’d do the same if you had to code your own niece and not be able to save her.”

You watched as Atticus’s eyes widened in horror, Kingsley had to cover her mouth to keep her gasp quiet. Her hand found your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze. The air was tense, walls were cracking and someone would break by the end of the night. Atticus promised to talk to the dad and see if they could work something out, who said cops couldn’t be dirty and good? 

1:30 PM

“Bradley!” You caught the young student as he passed the nurses station, coming in from a lunch break. “Walk with me,” His eyes widened, yet he nodded and fell inline with you as you walked to check in on your unresponsive OD. Morgan had every wire you could think of attached to her, her blood ox levels had dropped so she’d been put on additional oxygen.

“Will she ever wake up?” 

“Well,” You logged into your ipad, reading the results of her tox screen, “She had a hell of a drug cocktail so I’m not sure. Hit her with a dose of Narcan and see what happens.” 

You watched as Bradley grabbed the narcan and gently held the woman’s head as he administered to each nostril. What you weren’t prepared for was for Morgan to shoot up from her bed, ready to throw hands with whatever she could grab. She gripped the back of Bradleys head and yanked hard.

“I said to get the hell off of me fucker!” She shrieked, Bradleys eyes had turned into saucers as he calmly removed her hand from his hair.

“M-Ma’am you’re in the hospital. We’re doctors.” The woman continued to flail around begging for help, you tried to jump in to help, when she went for the IV. Blood began to spray over the three of you, causing Morgan to shriek more, a couple nurses came in to help calm her down. You drew up a sedative, just to have in case.

“Morgan, honey no one is here to hurt you, we’re just glad to see you awake you’ve been out for a few hours. I’m Dr. Abbot and this gentleman who brought you back to the physical realm is Dr. Summers. Can you tell us what you remember last?” Morgan settled down, taking a few deep breaths. You handed a wipe to Bradley and began to clean the blood off of you as Morgan spoke. Princess cleaned and bandaged her arm and inserted a new IV into the opposite arm.

“I was at a farmers market with my boyfriend. This weird guy kept harassing us about trying his herbal tea, I kept trying to tell him now but eventually took it just to get him to leave me alone.” She began to cry, voicing how stupid she’d felt for letting a man pressure her into taking something. 

“It’s not your fault.” Bradley cut in, placing a soft but firm grip on her shoulder. “It is never your fault for a man pressuring you into doing something you don’t want to do.” You smiled softly, his demeanor calming the girl instantly, she silently nodded. You left Bradley to care for the girl and walked over to check on her boyfriend.

“Well Mr. Peterson, Princess is coming to discharge you, Morgan is a little disoriented but she’s awake and you’re more than welcome to sit with her.” 

“Oh my god Doc, thank you so much!” Carl hugged you tightly, the first kind gesture you’d received. You gave him a slightly awkward smile before walking out of the room. You were quickly greeted by a mother with a sobbing toddler on her hip, his arm was tight against his chest.

“Oh my, hi i’m Dr. Abbot lets park you in this room right here.” You gingerly let the mother and son into a room, not feeling the eyes that were watching from across the ED. “What’s your name buddy?” You kept your tone light as you took the young boys vitals.

“Elijah.”

“Wow! That's such a cool name, wanna tell me what happened?” You slightly looked up in the mothers direction, she looked like she was a breath away from falling apart.

“H-he was running with a kite and fell and caught his arm wrong, I think it’s broken.”

You nodded and gently pulled his arm away from his chest, he whimpered but put on a brave face, trying to be a big boy. 

“You’re doing such a good job Elijah,” You smiled down at him as you lightly examined his arm. “In a few minutes my friend Jesse is going to come get you and take you upstairs, then some nice people are going to take a picture of your arm so we can see how broken it is.”

“Can I have a purple cast?” Elijah asked, eyes looking up brightly.

“You can have whatever color you want baby!” You smiled softly before stepping out. “Got a kiddo who needs to be queued for an x-ray!” When you turned around you noticed Jack had slipped in behind you and was talking with the small boy. 

“Oh yeah dinosaurs are so cool, maybe the nice doctor will let you do more than one color,” Jack nodded in your direction as he was administering some pain medication to help Elijah relax.

“Could I do them like your nails?” The boy asked, taking Jack's large hand in his smaller one and examining the chipped polish. Your heart broke seeing Jack slightly falter, a smile crept across his face. 

“Yeah kiddo,” His voice cracked lightly. “I think we can make that work.”

Jesse came in to take the mother and son up to radiation, you and Jack took that time to sit together and process the afternoon in silence. You took his hand, drawing small circles over his knuckles, pressing light kisses over each one. You hadn’t even had a chance to look him over after he’d thrown those punches at Mr. Matthews.

“Are you okay?” “No.” His voice cracked again, a sea of emotion hiding behind his stoic eyes. “I think we will be one day, but today we carry on as well as possible and break down when we get home.” Jack made a point to include you in the grieving, Amelia had been like a niece to you, she was your family. Taylor came in with a cast kit, she paid no mind to the moment you were sharing, as soon as she came in she was out. The pain the two of you were experiencing was being felt throughout the entire ED. Families shared pain, they would carry it with you as long as they needed to. Jesse texted you a heads up so you wouldn’t be caught off guard by Elijah's arrival.

‘Well, It looks like we’re going to have to put a couple screws in your arm dude,” Jack drummed his fingers against the ipad as he walked back in from the nurses station. Elijah's mother looked like she was going to faint.

“Woah..like a robot!” Elijah grinned excitedly

“Yes!” Jack nodded enthusiastically, you smiled from the side happy to see your husband get back in his groove. “And don’t worry mom, it’s a pretty invasive surgery, and chicks dig scars,” He winked to Elijah at the last part, making the boy laugh loudly followed by a comment that girls had cooties. 

“Well, we’re going to get you ready for surgery, and I’ll have you know my wife is very lovely and doesn't have cooties!” 

Jack sent the boy off to surgery and walked the mom to the OR waiting room. You smiled softly, if the day could just end like this you’d be happy. You helped with a few triage patients, trying to get as many people out of the ED before the real memorial day fun came, drunk people and fireworks. Every year they held a huge firework show in the middle of Pittsburgh in the park, and every year you’d have at least two handfuls of people come in with fire work related injuries.

You would never forget your first year at PMTC, fresh in your residency, a man had lit himself on fire trying to be his own firework stand, the scene had scarred you for life. Jack, being older than you but still fresh in his residency of civilian medicine, had jumped in like he was back in Iraq. You had never seen someone act so fast, it was like second nature how he treated the man's burns. You hadn’t known much about Jack back then, aside from the fact that he had some previous medical background but technically had to go through medical school. He was short in his words, and at times his temper, but he was seldom ever short with you.

‘You’re the only one who gets it,” He’d told you one night after you’d found him on the roof. ‘Those assholes are here for the money. Me and you, we’re here because we care. Never let it burn you out, they need us.’

That was the day you fell in love with Jack Abbot, and regardless of the fact that it would be two years after that day before he confessed he felt the same, you stayed beside him. Thick and thin, fire and ash. No matter what the world threw at you, you handled it with grace and care.

Jack had gotten better about managing flashbacks but it would still happen on occasion, you learned his tells quickly. Deescalation was key for getting Jack through tough moments, moments like the one about to walk in the door.

"Code Tan!"

An EMT shouted, coming into the ED with a man strapped to a gurney. Jack was at his side assessing the patient before he was even in a room. You ran in behind him, it was a John Doe who ran into midday traffic. He was mumbling something incoherent, you looked up to try to read his lips, his face was covered in his own caked blood, as you looked farther up to find his injury- you saw it. His brain was pulsating from the side of his head that had been completely torn away.

‘Oh- oh my God!” Everyone looked in your direction, the room stopped at the sight. “We- make sure his back is stable, I’m going to clean what I can, someone page surgery.” 

The man's pulse was weak, you were not going to lose him, Jack made the decision to intubate. In, out, he worked like it was second nature.

“Let’s get that leg cleaned and check his road rash for any debris, do we have an ID on this guy?” Jack stood silently beside you, handing and passing off things as you needed them. You’d seen plenty of cadaver brains but to see one pulsing under your touch was horrifying. 

“What do we ha- oh woah is that a brain?” Doctor Santos- the surgical consult- stepped in, donning a pair of gloves. She easily made her way to your side, ignoring the rest of the man’s injuries and focusing solely on the brain that was still pulsing beneath your fingers. You took a step back, taking a deep breath to anchor yourself from the reality that you basically just held a living brain in your hands.

“Doc, you might want to see this,” One of the paramedics gave you a pointed look, she wanted you to see it. You nodded and stripped your gloves, stepping out of the room.

“He’s a Vet.”

Your eyes widened.

“How do you know he’s a veteran?” She produced a pair of broken dog tags from her pocket, placing them in your open palm. You pressed over his name lightly.

Curtis Bradshaw. 

Part of you wanted to keep this information from Jack, if Curtis didn’t pull through he would still carry some blame but if Jack knew he was a veteran he would  never forgive himself, especially today. You nodded to the paramedic and pocketed the tags as you stepped back inside. Jack was going CPR, his heart rate had gone from a thready pulse to none at all. There had been a shift in the room, you spotted the army ranger tattoo on Curtis’s bicep that had been revealed at his shirt being removed, you sucked in a breath of heavy air. 

“Push 3 of Epi,” Jack demanded, holding eye contact with you, sweat beading on his forehead again already. You nodded, drawing a dose and administering it through his IV port. Jack stepped down and grabbed the pedals, praying it would work.

“Clear!” His pulse stayed at a flatline, Bradley jumped in, telling Jack he would do CPR so they could focus on saving the man beneath him. 

And work you did. You’d spent entirely too much time with the patient, after an hour of trying every trick of the trade, pushing more epi and trying more CPR, doing anything you could to start his heart, but it was no use. You patted Bradleys shoulder as you stepped out of the room to catch his breath.

Jack stood silently over the man.

“I’m sorry…” he whispered. “I’m so sorry Curtis.” You rounded the bed and stood next to Jack, taking his trembling hand in yours. 

“I’ll see if he has any family and call them.” Jack nodded, squeezing your hand tightly, his eyes were screwed shut. He was muttering something that sounded like a prayer under his breath. You wrapped your free hand around his arm and closed your eyes, praying with Jack that Curtis would make his transition into the beyond smoothly. It wasn’t fair, he’d obviously needed help, why was no one there to talk him off the ledge? You took a deep breath and stepped back into the heart of the ED. Myrna had Bradley Summers cornered up.

“I’m sorry Myrna, I’m not going to become your secret lover and bust you out of here, you can leave in a couple hours.” 

“Oh come on sour puss, it could be fun! My last 3 husbands said I was an excellent partner,” Myrna winked with a sly smile, Bradley rolled his eyes but made pleading eye contact as soon as he spotted you.

“Myr, he’s a first year student, don't scare him off just yet!” Myrna turned to face you with a sly smile.

“Yeah, I remember when you were a first year and you couldn’t stop making eyes at Sargent Sexy over there,” You couldn’t hide how your ears reddened at the mention of Jacks nickname, Myrna laughed and rolled away, complaining about wanting a juice box to one of the male technicians.

“Is she always like that?” Bradley asked with a perplexed look.

“Always.” You nodded. “She really is a sweet lady, she just has such a dirty mind!” You shared a small laugh before going back to the nurses station, Curtis’s dog tags in hand. 

“Give me his tags and I’ll find a family,” Kingsley placed an open hand out, you nodded and placed the dog tags in her hand. 

5:00 PM

As the afternoon turned into the evening, the severity of your patients grew more intense, more burns and quite a few ATV and road rash accidents as people gathered in the park for the firework show. What no one was prepared for was the 3 car pile up between a truck, car and ambulance in the middle of the bay. You would never forget the sounds of tires screeching and metal crunching. An ambulance came into the bay from across traffic, but a Truck driver who wasn't paying attention clipped the back of the ambulance and hit the passenger side of the car, causing it to flip.

The gruesome noise alerted everyone in the ED. You grabbed Bradley, Jack and a gown and ran outside to assess the damage. The paramedics made it out of the ambulance with their patient, running past the three of you to get inside. 

“Check the truck, I’ll check the driver in the car.” You nodded to Jack, taking Bradley and running to the pickup.

“Sir?” You opened the door to see a piece of rebar from the stop sign the ambulance had hit, sticking out of the base of the man's throat. “Don’t talk okay? We’re gonna do blinks, once for yes and twice for no, okay?” He blinked once, confirming he understood. You ripped your coat off and placed it under the rebar to create slight pressure against the wound.

“I’ll go grab a C collar,” Bradley ran back inside, you peered across the hood of the truck, Jack was laid on the ground, his go bag opened and spread out as he tried to talk to the woman pinned inside.

--

“Hey Charlie, the fire department will be here soon and we’ll get you out of this car, sound good?”Jack was laid in the shattered window of the woman who’d been hit. The woman nodded shakily, she was losing blood, fast. Jack had made an attempt to pull her out himself but she was trapped under the caved in dashboard. There was a crimson pool that spread across her abdomen, drops of it hitting Jack's arms as he sat with her. She had been following the ambulance that was carrying her son.

“I was just trying to have my car...so we could watch fireworks after he got out. I’m not going to be able to do that, am I doc?” Jack looked into the woman's eyes, she’d already accepted she was dying, that’s how Jack knew the morphine he’d given her had set in. He could have agreed, but he needed to hold on to some semblance of hope for the both of them.

“Like I said, once PFD gets here we’ll get you all fixed up. I’ll make sure you have a perfect view of the firework show.” The woman laughed softly at his attempt to comfort her, her laugh turned into a bloody cough. “Easy there mom, save your energy.” Jack pulled a piece of gauze from his bag and wiped her mouth, her eyes widened as she caught his nail polish.

“Hug your girl tight when you get home Doctor Abbot. If I don’t…don’t make it out of this, make sure my baby knows I love him.” 

Her words hit Jack hard, he’d been spending all afternoon trying to push Amelia out of his mind but she kept coming back, kept finding ways to tell him she would be okay. Tears pricked at his eyes as he watched the women's decline set in. He felt like he was back overseas, holding soldiers' hands as they died helplessly. The darkness began to cloud his mind, the screams of everyone he’d ever lost started to ricochet in his head. He tried to blink back the noise, focus on the patient.

“Tell me about your son.” The fire department was three minutes out, they could make it. He couldn’t lose anyone else today.  

“His name is Adam, he’s a wild teenager but I love him. It’s just me and him, but honestly? We wouldn't have it any other way.” Her breathing became more labored as she spoke, her grip on Jack’s hand tightened. “He- he uh, got stung by a bee. It’s a pretty bad allergy and I’d forgotten his epi-pen. I promised we’d be back in time for the fireworks…he loves fireworks.” Her words began to slur together, Jack held her hand tighter, trying to get her to stay awake. He could push epi but it would make her crash faster once they got her inside. She was fighting as hard as she could but the blood loss was making her tired.

“Charlie-” Jack choked back his fear, “hey you gotta fight a little harder for me? Please?” Jack stared into her eyes, she was smiling at him. 

“Tell Adam I love him, and thank you for making me not be afraid.” 

The fire engine pulled up right outside of the ambulance bay, but it was too late. Charlie’s grip went slack in Jack's hand. His eyes widened, a mix of shock, fear, anger and despair. You had walked Bradley through stabilizing the man in the truck, the rebar hadn't gone all the way through his neck so once you were sure he was good to go, two firefighters came to help him out of the truck. Jack couldn’t hold back the shakes anymore, everything that had happened today and every one he’d lost. He just couldn't do it anymore. The darkness reared its ugly head, digging sharp talons into the depths of his soul, where his love laid. He weakly held his face as the sobs tore through him. He was angry, at the world, at himself, and maybe even at God.

“Doc, I think she’s gone,” Bradley stood to the side of Jack as the sobs continued. Twice in one day he cracked. And now he sat amongst the people who looked to him for guidance, broken. It wasn’t fair. None of those people deserved to die.

"It's not fucking fair, what is the point of all of this if we can't save them?!" Jack was breaking, you needed to get him somewhere else.

You reached a hand down to Jack, you and now Bradley could be his safe space. Jack took your hand and stood, pulling you into a tight hug. 

“I’m not home yet, but I’m hugging my girl tight Charlie.” You wrapped an arm around Jack’s waist, the three of you heading back into the storm. Before you could even make it in a group of punk teens on motorcycles whizzed past the ambulance bay, chucking fireworks at the doorway. Jack heard the familiar noise before he even saw the bikers. He pushed you and Bradley down, crouching above the two of you as one of the fireworks popped at your feet.

“Hey, hey! Get up now before they get our fucking location.” Jack was in full soldier mode, slightly crouched still, his head was on a swivel as he looked for enemies who weren’t there. A smoke bomb made to look like a grenade rolled under your feet, it popped loudly as the smoke began to seep from it. Jack’s grip was firm on your waist as he yelled to the other people in the bay about there being an attack.

“J-Jack. Baby we’re at work there’s no attack.” You coughed through the smoke as Jack pulled you into the ER, muttering about needing reinforcements. "We can go to the roof, the reinforcements will find us there, we'll be safe." Jack nodded in agreement, keeping his eyes trained foreward as you limped through the hospital together. You texted Kingsley to call in your own reinforcements- you were not going to make Jack work any more.

Get Bradley to call Vienna, see if she can come in. We're going home.

All ready on it captain! Vi is on her way

As the two of you stepped onto the roof, Jack realized where he was. The familair breeze grounded him as the two of you sat on the roofs edge. Jack's head fell onto your shoulders.

"Hell of a memorial day huh?"

"Yeah," You laughed dryly. "you could say that."

The two of you sat in silence for hours, the day started to gain its golden hues as the sun began to set. You didn't want to talk, not today. Jack always said you needed a day to feel, then a day to talk. Something his therapist had told him often. If either of you spoke it made the hellish day real, and you would have to face your losses. For now, you ignored the way the ground called to you, knowing you felt better above. Jack squeezed yout hand tightly, almost as if he was having the exact same thought.

"Jack?"

"Yeah baby?"

"Let's go home."

"Yes ma'am." Jack stood first, reaching down to help you over the guardrail. You held each other tightly as you snuck out of the ER, leaving everything but your phone to pick up another day. The night shift was in and fixing the chaos as they did, you were grateful to see Bradley's older sister Vienna work with her team like a well oiled machine. You thought of Leilani, who’d been moved up to the ICU after receiving a lung transplant and to Adam, who’d soon be hearing of his mother’s passing if he didn’t already know.

Part of you felt like a coward for leaving, but you knew you were leaving them in the best hands. Jack was no help to anyone if he was suffocating.

You drowned out fireworks with cheesy rom coms and the laughter the two of you desperatley needed. Beer, vodkas and Chinese takeout littered your coffee table. Your legs were perfectly intertwined with Jacks as you laid against his chest. He played with your hair, only jumping slightly at the pops of fireworks in the distance. He kept his eyes trained on the TV. You took his hand in yours and massaged it absentmindedly, something that helped ground him.

“I love you.” Jacks voice came quietly from behind your head, you let it fall against his shoulder so you could look up at him, placing a soft kiss to his jawline.

“I love you so much Jack Abbot. You are a good man, and a good doctor. We just didn’t have the right cards today.”

Jack nodded, the grief still heavy in his features. You snuggled into him further, his old Navy tee shirt only giving you so much warmth. (Aside from the huge furry blanket in your lap). Jack reached under your shirt, drawing small circles on your waist.

Jack would be okay, because you would be right there to help him.

“Remember, you’re always safe right here.” Jack pressed a kiss to your temple, catching a scene on the TV that made him genuinely laugh. Knowing Gloria was blowing up your phone and ignoring her was worth it. The man whose grip held you securely, your Jack. You would burn the world down for him, and he’d do the same.

He was always safe in your skin.

A/N: Oh my god im finally done I hope y'all love it. Jack im so sorry you're so sexy but someone has to stay traumatized.

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❝ love language, j. burrow. ❞  ‎ ‎ ┉  

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀summary: joe burrow was made to be a husband. your honeymoon is proof enough that loving you is his love language.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀author's note: inspired by a couple of anon requests! another addition to the joe can't shut up when he's in love agenda. no real plot, no real substance. took me a solid month to write this so i tried to incorporate as many reqs as i could <3

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀warnings: smut, please do not interact with my work if you are under 18. language, sexual content, excessive usage of husband and wife/mr. and mrs., breeding kink, reader mentions ovulating, massage, cheesy dialogue, oral sex (fem receiving), mention of butt stuff but no actual butt stuff, backshots!!, mirror sex, praise kink if you squint.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀pairing: joe burrow x wife!reader.

‎ ‎ ⁎⠀┉⠀word count: 8k.

In the bustling backroom of the grand ballroom, you stood tall and radiant, your brown eyes sparkling with a blend of excitement and exhaustion. The scent of your bouquet of baby breaths filled the small space, mingling with the faint aroma of Joe's cologne. You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the wedding gown you had spent months choosing.

Joe, dressed sharply in his tuxedo, leaned against the wall with his arms folded, his blue eyes dancing with amusement as he watched you fidget with your dress. "You look like you're about to jump out of your skin," he said, a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

You rolled your eyes, a laugh bubbling up from your chest. "You have no idea," you replied, your voice filled with energy. "I've been holding it together for hours, and now all I want to do is kick off these heels and dance like a lunatic."

Joe chuckled, his sarcasm giving way to affection as he stepped closer to you. He reached out and took your hand, his thumb brushing over your knuckles in a gentle caress. "Well, Mrs. Burrow," he began, his voice low and teasing, "once we make our grand entrance, the dance floor is all yours."

Your eyes lit up at the sound of your new title, a grin spreading across your face. "And what will Mr. Burrow be doing?" you asked, raising an eyebrow playfully.

Joe shrugged, his own smile growing. "Probably tripping over my own two feet. You know I'm more of a 'sway and hope nobody notices' kind of dancer."

"Not tonight, Joey." You said with a mischievous glint in your eye. "Tonight, you're dancing with me like you mean it."

Joe feigned a dramatic sigh, but the joy in his eyes was unmistakable. "Fine," he drew out the vowels, rolling his eyes playfully despite the unmistakable grin that was spreading across his face. "But only if you promise not to laugh when I get a few drinks in me."

Your laugh was music to Joe's ears, and he felt his own tension start to unwind. "Deal," you said, leaning in to kiss him lightly. The kiss was chaste, but it carried the promise of a million more to come, each one more passionate than the last.

The door to the room swung open and in barged a rush of laughter and chatter as your wedding party piled in. "Alright, Mr. & Mrs. Burrow," your wedding planner called out, her voice a mix of hurry and delight. "It's showtime!"

-

"You're up to something," Joe murmured, catching the mischievous glint in your eyes as you sauntered into the hotel room. The evening air clung to your skin, carrying the faint scent of your wedding flowers with you. He was lounging on the plush bed, scrolling through his phone, his muscular form stretched out in the white cotton pajamas that matched your own.

"Me? I'm not up to anything," you retorted, your laughter twinkling in the quiet space. The sight of you made Joe's heart stumble, the way you filled out those pajamas like they were tailored just for you—they were. He knew that look, though. The way you bit your lower lip and your hips swayed just so. You had something on your mind, and it sure as hell wasn't sleep.

Joe set his phone aside, settling deeper into the pillows. "You're smiling too hard for it to be nothing," he said, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

You prowled closer, your smile deepening with the grin that spread across your face. "Maybe I'm just happy to see my husband," you said, your voice a purr that sent a shiver down Joe's spine. "My shiny, new husband."

He knew better.

That glint in your eye was the same one you had before you tackled him into bed back home. Before he could say anything else, you straddled him, your thighs pressing into his hips, palms pressing him into the hotel bedsheets eagerly.

"Your wife is ovulating, Mr. Burrow," you whispered into his ear, your hot breath tickling his neck. Joe couldn't help but laugh, his hands instinctively reaching to grip your waist.

"And that means?" Joe replied, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through your body. Despite his amusement, there was a flicker of interest in his eyes.

"It means I want you to do something about it," you said, your voice dropping to a seductive whisper. You began to rock your hips against him, the friction making you wetter by the second. Joe's laughter died in his throat, and he stared up at you, his eyes darkening. 

"I know how much you love it when I'm like this," you cooed, your hands sliding under his shirt to trace the contours of his solid upper body.

"Is that so?" Joe said, his voice thick with amusement. He couldn't deny that there was something about you at your most aroused that made his heart skip a beat. It had become a secret little card between the two of you, one that you loved to play when you knew he was at his most susceptible.

"Mmhmm," you murmured, your teeth grazing his earlobe. "Remember that time you said I smell like heaven when I'm ovulating?"

Joe couldn't help the smirk that tugged at his lips. "I might have said something like that," he admitted, his voice a low, playful rumble.

You leaned in closer, your breath hot against his skin. "Well, heaven's calling," you said, your hips moving in a slow, deliberate circle that made Joe's eyes roll back in his head.

"You're going to be the death of me, woman," he groaned, his hands tightening around your waist as you continued her delicate torture.

Your grin grew wider, your brown eyes gleaming with mischief. "Is that a 'yes'? You’re not too tired?" you asked, your voice dripping with sweet seduction.

"It's definitely a 'yes', sweetheart. I could never be too tired for you," Joe managed, his breath hitching as your hips continued their mesmerizing dance. He pushed your pajama shorts aside, the gold wedding band glittering against his skin as his fingers moved to reveal your slick folds.

"But you better be quiet," he warned, glancing over at the walls that separated them from your parents' rooms on either side. "I don't think they need to know what we're up to over here."

“It’s our wedding night, baby. I think our parents would hope we'd be having dirty marital sex on our wedding night,” you giggled, the sound light and airy, as you leaned down to kiss him. "They want grandbabies and this is how it happens."

Your tongue slipped into his mouth, tasting like mint and a hint of the champagne you had picked out for the reception. The kiss grew deeper, more urgent, until Joe couldn't take it anymore. He flipped you onto your back, his body covering yours, his cock pressing against your heat.

"You're so wet," he murmured, his voice filled with wonder and lust.

"Told you," you said, your voice a smug whisper. You reached down to stroke him through his pants, feeling him twitch against your palm. "You always get me like this."

Joe chuckled, his blue eyes sparkling with desire. "So it’s not just the multi-million dollar fortune now in your name?" he murmured, kissing you deeply.

"We can't have you waking up the whole floor." He pulled your pajama shorts down before throwing them over his shoulder to discard them. Your laughter was muffled against his neck as he positioned himself between your legs.

He slid into you with a groan, the feeling of your tight warmth around him making him forget about the walls that were a little too thin. Your nails dug into his back as he began to move, slow at first, savoring every inch of you.

"Fuck," you breathed, your eyes squeezed shut. "You feel so good."

Joe's teeth sank into your shoulder to keep his own moans quiet. "You're so wet, baby," he murmured, his voice strained. "So, so wet."

"I can't help it," you panted, your legs wrapping around him. "You looked so good out there, all husband-y and...fuck, Joe, right there."

Joe chuckled against your neck, his teeth grazing your skin as he hit your sweet spot with precision. He knew exactly how to make you squirm. He loved it when you lost control, when you forgot about the world around you and just focused on the pleasure he was giving you.

"I’m so thankful you’re mine," he whispered, his hips driving into you with increasing force. The headboard hit the wall with a muffled thump that made you both giggle, despite the intensity of the moment. You wrapped your arms around Joe's neck, your nails lightly raking his scalp as you pulled him closer, silently begging for more.

Joe's breath was hot against your neck as he murmured, "You're so fucking tight."

The words sent a shiver down your spine, and you couldn't help but moan a little louder. "Shh," Joe said, a hint of laughter in his voice as he pressed a finger to your lips. "These walls are so thin."

You rolled your eyes playfully, but your breath hitched when Joe reached over to grab a pillow. He slammed it over your face, muffling your laughter. "Not helping," you mumbled into the softness.

He threw the pillow aside with a laugh and slid his thumb into your mouth instead, your teeth grazing the pad as you tried to keep your noises down. It was a struggle, especially as he found his rhythm and your moans grew more insistent. The scent of your arousal filled the air, and Joe couldn't resist the urge to bury his nose in your neck, inhaling deeply. It was like a drug, making his cock throb even more.

"So good. My wife’s so tight, squeezing her husband’s cock so well, like she was fuckin' made for it," he groaned, his fingers tightening in your hair as he held you in place. Your eyes were squeezed shut, your body arching up to meet his every thrust. The quiet room was filled with the slick sounds of skin on skin, your harsh breathing, and the occasional muffled curse.

"You're so...so...oh, fuck, Joey," you managed, your words barely audible around his fingers. Your legs trembled, your body poised on the edge of release.

Joe couldn't hold back his own groans any longer. He knew he was pushing your buttons, and the way you squirmed beneath him was all the encouragement he needed. "I know, baby," he murmured, his voice a mix of affection and lust. "You're close, aren't you?"

You nodded, your eyes squeezed shut as Joe picked up the pace. You were close, so close, but he wasn't done with you yet. He pulled his thumb from your mouth and slammed into you harshly, his balls slapping against your ass. The sound was obscene, but Joe couldn't bring himself to care. All he could focus on was the feel of your tight pussy clamping down around him, your walls pulsing with each thrust.

Your eyes snapped open, and you looked up at Joe with a mix of love and pure desire. "Don't stop," you begged, your voice a breathy whisper. "Please, Joe, don't stop."

"Never," Joe promised, his voice a gruff growl. He thrust deeper, feeling your muscles tighten around him. He knew you were close, and the thought of you coming apart under him was all he needed to fall over the edge. He reached down to rub your clit in tight circles, his fingers slipping and sliding in your wetness. "I'm gonna fill this sweet pussy up. Make my wife happy like I vowed. Might even make you a mama." he murmured, his voice low and guttural.

Your eyes rolled back in your head, your breath coming in short gasps. The pressure was building, coiling in your stomach, threatening to break free. You nodded, your hips bucking up to meet his. "Please, Joe," you whimpered, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need it."

With a powerful thrust, Joe gave you what you craved. Your eyes snapped open, and you bit down on your lip to keep from screaming. He didn't stop, though, his strokes growing faster and more erratic.

"That's it, baby. Keep squeezing me, just like that. Gonna make you feel real good, sweetheart. Get you all nice and warm with my cum, huh?" Joe's voice was a gruff whisper in your ear as you rode the waves of pleasure. 

“Is that what you want?” His words were like gasoline on a fire, sending sparks of arousal through your body. You could feel him thicken inside you, his breaths growing harsher with each thrust. “You want me to give you a baby?”

Your eyes squeezed shut as you nodded, your hips moving in time with Joe's. The room was a whirlwind of sensations, the scent of your sex mingling with the faint ocean breeze that slipped through the open balcony doors. The sound of the waves outside seemed to echo the rhythm of your lovemaking, a steady movement building up to a crescendo.

"Oh, Joe," you breathed, your voice strained. "Fuck, yes. Yes."

Your eyes met, and Joe saw the desperation in them, the need for release that mirrored his own. He leaned down, his mouth claiming yours in a fierce kiss as he slammed into you, giving you everything he had. Your nails dug into his back, your body writhing beneath his. And then you were there, your orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your inner muscles clenching down around his cock in a spasm of pleasure. He spilled over the edge at the same time, filling you with his hot, thick spend. You both froze for a moment, the room silent except for the harsh sounds of your panting.

"Holy shit," Joe breathed, collapsing onto you with a satisfied groan. His chest heaved with each breath, his heart racing in his ears. The feel of you, warm and wet around him, was heavenly. He kissed your neck, your skin salty with a sheen of sweat.

You chuckled, the vibrations traveling through Joe's body. "You're such a romantic," you teased. "Now get off, you're 20 pounds heavier than normal."

"Nah, gotta make sure it all stays inside, you know?" Joe quipped, his voice muffled by your shoulder. He didn't move, enjoying the feeling of your body still quivering with the aftershocks of your climax. You giggled, your breath warm against his neck.

"You're ridiculous," you murmured, your voice still shaky with pleasure. Joe's laughter rumbled against your skin, his body a delicious weight that you didn't want to shift just yet. The two of you lay there, tangled in the sheets, your hearts racing in sync.

"There's no way they didn't hear something," you said, your voice a mix of exasperation and amusement. You could feel Joe's cock still twitching inside you, the evidence of his release seeping out to wet the bed between your legs.

"Your mom's been talking nonstop about a grandchild. I think she'll appreciate the knowledge that we're working on it right away," Joe replied with a lazy grin, not bothering to move. You playfully slapped his ass, making him yelp.

"Get off, you're crushing me," you giggled, pushing at Joe's shoulder. He chuckled, rolling off you and flopping onto his back. His cock slipped out with a wet sound, and you couldn't help but stare at the mess you had made. You felt a warm trickle of his cum slide out of you and trickle down your thigh.

Joe glanced over and grinned. "Looks like we've got a little cleanup on aisle five," he said, gesturing to the wet spot on the bed.

You threw a pillow at him, which he caught with ease. "You're so annoying," you said, your voice filled with affection. "If you're gonna be into this breeding kink thing, you're gonna have to help clean me up after."

Joe sat up, his chest heaving from the exertion. "Fair enough," he said, tossing the pillow back at you. "Can I lick you clean?" he offered with a waggle of his eyebrows, his voice filled with mischief.

You rolled your eyes, but the heat in your gaze betrayed your arousal. "Perv," you murmured, a smirk playing on your lips.

Joe shrugged, unabashed. "What? Is that a yes?" He leaned over to nip at your earlobe, sending a shiver down your spine. Despite the teasing, there was a genuine question in his voice, his breath hot against your skin.

"Not today, playboy," you said, swatting Joe's hand away as he reached for your still-sensitive folds. "But I'll keep it in mind for later."

You slithered out of bed, the dampness between your legs leaving a stain on the sheet. "For now, I'm going to take a shower before your mom starts knocking on the door wondering if we're okay."

Joe watched your retreating form with a lazy smile, his eyes lingering on your round, firm ass as you disappeared into the en suite bathroom. "Without me?" he called after you, pouting as he feigned disappointment in his voice.

When you looked at him over your shoulder, a smile pulling at your lips, he leaped out of bed. His cock was still half-hard as he chased after you, his playfulness evident in every step.

-

You stretched your limbs against the crisp, white villa sheets. You blinked your brown eyes open to the early morning sun peeking through the luxurious curtains, hinting at the promise of a new day. Next to you, Joe lay still, his chest rising and falling with the steady rhythm of sleep. His dirty blonde hair was a mess, a heartwarming contrast to his usually meticulous grooming.

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the man who was now your husband. Your first days as a married couple had been filled with passion and laughter, and you were eager to start this new chapter of your life together.

Your private plane ride had been nothing short of a dream. The thrilling rush of flying high above the clouds, sipping champagne, and even sneaking away to join the mile-high club in the spacious bathroom.

As you slipped out of bed, the soft carpet whispered a greeting beneath your bare feet. You padded over to the floor-to-ceiling window, taking in the breathtaking view of the tropical paradise that stretched out before you. The sea was a canvas of azure, blending into the horizon where the sun had just begun to paint streaks of gold and pink. It was the perfect setting for a honeymoon, and you couldn't have been more grateful for Joe's thoughtful surprise.

As you continued to gaze at the view, you felt Joe's arms snake around your waist from behind. He pulled you into his embrace, pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck. "Good morning, Mrs. Burrow," he murmured, his voice thick with sleep and a hint of pride. You giggled, feeling the warmth of his body against yours.

"Good morning, Mr. Burrow," you replied, leaning into his touch. "I can't believe we're actually here." You twisted around in his arms, your smile widening as you met his gaze. Joe's blue eyes sparkled with love as he said, "I know what you mean. I had to pinch myself during the flight to make sure it wasn't just a dream."

"Was that before or after we christened the plane's bathroom?" You quipped, your eyes dancing with mischief. Joe chuckled, his arms tightening around you as you shared the intimate memory.

"Before," he said, his voice low and playful. "But I'm sure we can make some more memories today if you're up for it."

You decided to shower together, the warm water cascading over your bodies as you soaped each other up. The sensual act of washing each other had become a morning ritual for you, a gentle reminder of your love and devotion. As you stepped out, Joe couldn't resist smacking your ass playfully, making you yelp in surprise. You shot him a mock glare, which quickly melted into a grin as you grabbed a towel and dried off.

Dressing in your swimwear, you headed down to breakfast. The hotel had laid out a spread that could feed a small army, but you kept it simple: avocado eggs benedict for you and an omelet for him, a side of crispy bacon for you both. You sat by the pool, sipping on tropical smoothies, the gentle sound of the waves in the distance setting the mood for the day ahead. You felt your excitement build as you listened to Joe recount the plans he had made for your day.

Your midday snorkeling adventure was nothing short of magical. The crystal-clear waters revealed a vibrant underwater world of coral reefs and a rainbow of fish. You couldn't help but cling to Joe's arm in amazement as you floated above the aquatic wonderland. His constant, nerdy stream of ocean facts kept you laughing. You held hands underwater, your wedding rings glinting in the sunlight that pierced through the surface, a symbolic declaration of your commitment to each other.

-

"You're so sunburnt," you teased, your eyes sparkling with mirth as you traced your finger across Joe's pink shoulder. Your own skin, kissed by the sun, had a warm glow that contrasted with the vibrant, floral-printed sundress that clung deliciously to your curves like a second skin.

Joe groaned dramatically, his fair complexion suffering from the tropical heat more than your naturally darker skin. "You think that's funny?" he shot back, though his smile gave away his playful annoyance.

You had spent the entire day snorkeling in the crystal waters and lounging under the palm trees, and Joe in all his stubbornness had decided against sunscreen, claiming it would be nice to get a "tan" in. Needless to say, the Caribbean sun had been less than kind to his poor, Midwestern pale skin. You had been more fortunate, your skin a beautiful canvas of brown with the hint of a shimmer from your coconut-scented sunscreen.

"It's hilarious, actually," you said, leaning in to kiss his burnt nose. "Come on. We can grab some aloe from the gift shop for your poor, crispy skin."

Joe rolled his eyes, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Oh, the joys of being married to a smartass," he murmured, pulling you closer to his side. Your hand splayed across his chest, ring catching the golden sunlight as he pressed a fleeting kiss to your temple.

"You love this smart ass," you quipped back, gasping with surprise as Joe's left hand reached down to smooth over the fabric covering your ass.

"I do love this ass," Joe murmured lowly, delivering a full-handed squeeze to each of your cheeks. "No lie."

After retrieving the aloe from the gift shop, you retreated to your luxurious villa. The room was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun, casting a warm, romantic light over the plush California king-sized bed and the floor-to-ceiling windows that revealed the stunning view of the ocean. You carefully applied the cool aloe vera gel to Joe's sun-bitten skin, your gentle touch offering a sweet respite from the sting.

Joe's eyes fluttered shut as you worked your way down his back, your fingers tracing the contours of his muscles, which had been honed from countless hours in the gym and on the field. He could feel the tension of the day melting away under your touch.

"I'm sorry, baby," you hummed softly as Joe hissed when you reached a particularly tender spot. "I know it stings."

"It's okay," Joe managed through gritted teeth, his eyes still closed. "Guess I'll have to stay out of the sun tomorrow."

You chuckled, your hands continuing their soothing dance across his skin. "I can't imagine that happening. It's so beautiful out there," you said, glancing out at the horizon where the sun was dipping below the waves.

"Just means I get to stay in bed with you all day," Joe murmured, his voice thick with innuendo. He turned his head from his spot on his stomach, looking at you over his shoulder with a smoldering gaze.

Your laughter turned into a knowing smile, and you leaned in to kiss the back of his neck. "Is that a promise?" you asked, your voice dropping to a whisper that sent shivers down his spine.

Joe's gaze met yours in the reflection of the large, ornate mirror on the opposite wall. "I'm a man who takes his vows seriously," he replied, his voice low and gruff with desire. Your eyes darkened with anticipation as you set the aloe aside, replacing it with a bottle of massage oil. You climbed back onto the bed, straddling his back with the bottle balanced delicately in your hand.

"Let's see if we can make this feel a little better," you said, your tone a mix of sweetness and conspiracy. You began to work the oil into his shoulders, your soft, skilled hands kneading out the knots that had formed from a full day of swimming and sun.

Joe groaned in pleasure, his eyes still locked on yours in the mirror. "You're a miracle worker," he murmured, feeling the heat of the oil and your touch seep into his sore muscles.

You grinned, your eyes glued to his baby blues. "Just doing my wifey duties," you said, your voice dripping with sweetness. You continued to massage him, your hands moving in slow, firm circles that grew increasingly sensual as you worked your way down his back.

Joe felt his body responding to your touch, his muscles relaxing and his skin prickling with goosebumps. "Is this part of the standard honeymoon package?" he managed to ask, his voice strained.

You giggled, your hands sliding lower, dangerously close to the waistband of his swim trunks. "Oh, this is a special upgrade," you whispered, your breath hot against his ear as you leaned forward to press your chest to his back. "Just for my favorite man."

Your thumbs dipped beneath the fabric, tracing the waistline of his trunks and sending a jolt of electricity through his body. He bit his lip, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. "What else does this upgrade include?" he asked, his voice a low growl.

"Well," you began, your hands moving to the back of his trunks, "It's a full-service deal. I'll take care of every inch of you." You tugged the material down, exposing his firm, sun-neglected ass. His skin was tight and pale, practically begging for the warmth of your palms.

With a devilish smirk, you started to massage the oil into his ass, your touch feather-light at first, teasing him with the promise of more. Joe's breath hitched, his body tensing under your touch. You leaned down, your chest brushing against his back as you kissed the top of his shoulder. "Do you like that?" you whispered, your breath hot on his skin.

Joe's only response was a nod, his eyes squeezed shut in focus. You chuckled, your hands growing bolder, kneading his cheeks with a firmness that made him moan. Your fingers danced closer to his crack, and you could feel his arousal growing against your thigh.

"Just keep that finger to yourself, missy," Joe warned playfully, his voice strained with pleasure. Your disappointed groan was like music to his ears, and he felt his cock twitch against the mattress at the sound.

Your response was to give his right cheek a gentle smack, the sound echoing through the room. "One of these days, I'll get what I want," you teased, your hands leaving their spot on his ass to work at his shoulders once more. The warmth from your touch seeped into Joe's bones, and he couldn't help but let out a low moan.

"One of these days," he echoed, his voice thick with desire, "but not today." You knew he was enjoying the anticipation, the buildup of pleasure that you so skillfully crafted. You leaned in closer, your breasts pressing into his back again as you whispered a command into his ear to flip over.

With a groan, Joe obeyed, his cock standing at full attention underneath his swim trunks as he lay on his back, staring up at the ceiling fan that lazily spun above you. You took in the sight of your husband, your eyes lingering on the trail of hair that led from his navel to his groin, the faintest dusting of sun freckles across his shoulders, and the way his chest stood proud and firm. You couldn't help but feel a surge of pride knowing that this man, this powerful, successful man, was all yours.

Straddling his hips, you leaned over to kiss him, your oiled hands sliding over his chest. Your kisses grew more heated, Joe's hands coming up to grip your ass firmly, now his turn to kneed your flesh. You felt his cock throb against your inner thigh and you broke away, breathless. "Someone's eager," you teased, your eyes sparkling with excitement.

"You have no idea," Joe murmured, his voice breaking with surprise as you playfully pinched his nipples. You straightened your back as you sat up, your crotch slotted perfectly over his erection. Your manicured nails trailed down his stomach, the cool metal of your wedding ring sending goosebumps skittering across his skin. Joe's hands moved to your waist, his thumbs playing with the soft material of your dress. His blue eyes blazed with need as he took in your beauty, the way your tits strained against the fabric, the curve of your hips, the shadow between your thighs that promised heaven.

"You should wear these dresses more often," Joe said, his voice strained as you ground your hips against his. The dresses in question had been a staple to your honeymoon wardrobe, all thin straps and flowing in every color under the rainbow. You leaned back, arching your spine, giving him a better view of your body.

"You like them? Maybe I'll start wearing them to your games," you quipped, your eyes dancing with mischief. Joe's grip tightened on your waist, his mind racing with the thought of you in this dress, teasing him in front of the cameras. He could picture your figure amplified on national television as the color commentators declared you as his wife, your new last name rolling off their tongues easily.

"That's what I'm afraid of," Joe chuckled, his thumbs stroking your hips as he fought to keep his cool. "No way are you distracting my focus like that."

You giggled, your hands sliding down to grip the bulge of his dick through the fabric of his trunks. "But you'd love it," you whispered, your teeth grazing his earlobe. "Imagine every time you looked over at the sidelines and saw me sitting there, you'd know exactly what's waiting for you after the game."

Joe's eyes rolled back in his head as you squeezed him lightly, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I don't think I'd be able to play," he managed to murmur, his voice tight with need. "I'd spend the whole game thinking about tearing that dress off you. And I don't think I'd be the only one thinking that."

You laughed, your grip tightening on Joe's cock. "We wouldn't want that," you said, your voice a sweet purr. You sat up straight, your oiled hands sliding down your thighs to rest on Joe's. "But you can take it off me now."

He took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring with lust as he sat up and reached for the hem of the sundress. His eyes were trained on your exposed skin as he tugged the dress up over your head. He threw the thin fabric to the side, leaving you perched pretty on his lap. The ruched, bridal white string bikini you had been wearing underneath the dress contrasted beautifully against your shimmering skin.

"You're so beautiful," Joe murmured, his voice filled with awe. His eyes roamed over your body, taking in the fullness of your breasts, and the way your stomach dipped before flaring out into your hips. You leaned into him, your heart racing as his hands found the strings of your bikini top.

With a swift pull, the fabric gave way and your breasts spilled out, bouncing slightly with the movement. Joe's mouth watered as he reached out, cupping one in his hand, his thumb brushing over the hardened nipple. You gasped, arching into his touch. The coolness of the room washed over your bare skin, making you feel even more exposed and alive.

Joe's eyes never left yours as he leaned in to capture your nipple between his teeth, his tongue swirling around the sensitive bud. Your breath hitched, your hands tangling in his hair as you held him to your skin. He kissed and nipped at one peak before moving on to the other, his mouth and teeth teasing you until you were squirming in his lap.

Your hips rocked against him, your pussy slick and hot through the fabric of your bikini bottoms. Joe's cock strained against the confines of his trunks, desperate for release. He reached up, his fingers undoing the strings of your bottoms, and with a firm tug, they too gave way. Your body was laid bare before him, your skin glistening with tanning oil and the light sheen of arousal.

"Your turn," you murmured, your voice thick with desire. You pushed at Joe's shoulders, urging him to lie back on the bed. He did so willingly, his cock bobbing free as you slid his trunks down his legs. Your eyes were glued to his cock, your mouth watering at the sight of his thick, veined shaft.

Without a word, Joe lay back on the bed, his cock standing proud and eager against his stomach. You took a moment to appreciate the view, your eyes drinking in every inch of him. He was perfection personified, and you felt a thrill knowing you were the one who got to claim him.

"Let me taste you, sweetheart," Joe whispered, his voice husky with need as he maneuvered your back to fall against the crisp, white sheets. Your eyes widened in surprise but you didn't resist, your legs falling open to give him access to your slick folds. He kissed and nibbled at your inner thighs, his tongue tracing the path to your core as you squirmed with anticipation. His hands ran up the sides of your thighs, gently caressing the skin before moving them to rest on his shoulders, giving him the perfect angle to dive in.

Your breath caught in your throat as his tongue parted you, tasting your sweetness. You could feel his breath hot against your pussy, sending shivers down your spine. Joe took his time, savoring your flavor, exploring every inch of you with a hunger that made your toes curl. Your grip on the sheets tightened as Joe's tongue swirled around your clit and flattened against your folds, the pressure building until you could hardly stand it.

He knew exactly how to drive you wild. With each flick of his tongue, you felt yourself inch closer to the precipice of ecstasy. "Joe," you breathed weakly, your voice trembling with desire. "I'm gonna come."

He chuckled against you, the vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through your core. "That's the plan, babe," he murmured, his voice muffled by the wetness of your pussy. He picked up the pace, his tongue dancing and flicking in a way that made your hips buck and your breath hitch. You threw your head back, short, strangled breaths leaving your mouth as your eyes squeezed shut, Joe's mouth worked you into a frenzy.

The room filled with the sound of your moans and the wet, sloppy noises of Joe's enthusiastic indulgence mixing in with your glistening arousal. He was relentless, his tongue probing and lapping until you were sure you couldn't take anymore. You felt your orgasm building, a coil of tension in your belly that grew tighter and tighter with each pass of his tongue.

"Oh god, Joe," you panted, your hips rising to meet his mouth. Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, grinding your pussy against his face. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he feasted on your sweetness. You could feel the pressure building, the heat coiling in your core, ready to explode.

And then it did. With a moan that echoed through the villa, your body convulsed as waves of pleasure washed over you. Your muscles tightened around Joe's tongue, your juices flooding his mouth as you came harder than you ever had before. Joe groaned in satisfaction, his own arousal reaching new heights as he drank you in. He didn't stop until you were trembling and panting, your body a puddle of boneless bliss beneath him.

Your eyes slowly opened, and you looked down at Joe, your face warm and your chest heaving. "Damn, baby," you breathed, a lazy smile playing on your lips. "I knew you were a munch but that was… wow."

Joe looked up at you with a grin, his face shiny with her arousal. "I was face first in my wife's pussy, couldn't help it," he said, his voice filled with a cocky confidence that made your heart race even faster. He kissed his way back up your body, leaving a trail of heat and wetness in his wake. When he reached your mouth, you tasted yourself on his lips, a heady mix of salt and sweet that only heightened your desire.

Your kiss grew more intense, your tongues dancing together in a rhythm that mirrored the pulsing need between your legs. Joe reached up, cupping your breasts in his hands, his thumbs playing with your still-sensitive nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your hips lifting to meet his.

"Face the mirror, gonna take you from the back," Joe murmured against your neck, his breath hot and ragged. You eagerly complied, turning to face the mirror and scooting closer to the edge of the bed. Your heart thundered in your chest as you watched Joe's reflection, his muscles rippling as he moved behind you.

He slid his hand down your spine, sending shivers through your body, and gripped your waist, pulling you closer to his body. You felt the tip of his cock at your entrance, and you couldn't help but whimper with anticipation. The position was rare for you two, usually reserved for moments when Joe was feeling particularly possessive. Your eyes locked onto his in the mirror, and you watched as he lined himself up, his hand guiding his shaft to your awaiting heat.

With one smooth, powerful thrust, he filled you, making you moan out with a mix of pleasure and surprise. The angle was new, and it hit you in just the right way, making your pussy clench around him. Joe groaned, his eyes rolling back in his head as he took in the sight of his cock disappearing into your wetness. Your body was a work of art, and he couldn't get enough of watching you react to his touch.

He began to move, his hips sliding in and out of you with a rhythm that grew more intense with each stroke. Your breasts bounced with the motion, your hands straining to grip the sheets as you watched Joe's reflection in the mirror. His eyes were hooded with desire, his teeth bared in a feral grimace as he claimed your body.

Your walls stretched around him, your body adjusting to the new sensation of being taken from behind. Your breaths grew shorter, your moans growing louder with each thrust. Joe's grip on your waist tightened, his strokes deep and demanding as he watched you in the mirror. The sight of your face contorted in pleasure, your dark hair splayed across the pillows, and your body writhing under his, only spurred him on.

"You like that?" he growled, his voice low and possessive. You could only nod, your mouth forming silent words as you struggled to keep up with the overwhelming sensations. Joe's hand reached around to find your clit, his thumb pressing down in a steady, insistent rhythm that matched his thrusts.

"Yes, Joey, I fucking love it," you gasped, your eyes watching him move in the mirror. Your voice was a mix of desperation and pleasure, the words barely recognizable through your moans. His thumb circled your clit, applying just the right amount of pressure to send sparks of sensation through your body.

"I'm so lucky to have you," Joe murmured, your eyes glazed with pleasure as Joe's cock filled you completely. His hand slid down to cup your ass, his fingers digging in as he pulled you back into each thrust. The angle was exquisite, hitting all the right spots, and you knew this was going to be one of those moments that would be forever etched into your mind.

"You're everything I've ever wanted," you managed to pant, your body jolting with each impact of his hips slamming into you. Your inner walls quivered around him, your pussy greedily sucking him in deeper.

"I promise I'll spend every day of the rest of our lives making you feel like this," Joe groaned, his words punctuated by his relentless pounding. You could feel the tension coiling tighter within you, the promise of another earth-shattering orgasm just out of reach.

Your eyes remained locked with his in the mirror, the connection between you two more intense than ever. Your breathing grew ragged, your moans echoing off the walls as Joe picked up his pace. Each thrust was deeper, harder, more demanding, and you could feel yourself climbing toward the peak.

Suddenly, Joe leaned forward, his chest pressing against your back as one arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against him. The other arm fell forward, caging your body in as his hand settled over yours, fingers intertwined, rings nudging against each other. Your chest collapsed, your nipples tightening as you grazed the coolness of the mattress. He whispered sweet, dirty nothings into your ear, his breath hot and ragged, sending shivers down your spine.

"I want to see you come, baby," Joe panted, his thrusts growing more erratic. "Go ahead, baby. Let go for me."

You felt your orgasm building, the pressure in your core growing stronger with each word. Your eyes squeezed shut as you tried to hold back the inevitable. But Joe's touch was too much. He knew just what you needed, and as his thumb circled your clit faster and his cock pounded into you harder, you couldn't resist anymore.

Your body tightened around him, your muscles clenching as you came, your walls pulsing with pleasure. You whimpered his name weakly, your body bucking wildly under his. Joe's eyes watched as you lost control, feeling your pussy grip him as you spilled over the edge. His own orgasm followed close behind, his cum spurting into you with a force that made you both groan.

Your bodies remained connected for a moment, both panting heavily, the sound of your mingled breaths the only noise in the quiet room. You felt Joe's cock soften inside you, and you leaned back into his chest, your body still trembling from the intensity of your lovemaking.

"I don't know if I can move," you murmured, your voice shaky with the aftermath of pleasure. Joe chuckled, kissing your shoulder before gently withdrawing and rolling over to your side. He pulled you close, wrapping his arms around your waist as you both stared at your reflections in the mirror.

"I love you so much, you know that?" Joe murmured into your ear, his breath still coming in pants as he held you close. Your head rested on his chest, your breathing finally starting to even out. You nodded, a content smile playing on your lips.

"I would hope so, you married me last week. You better love me," you replied, your voice teasing but filled with affection as you cuddled closer to Joe, your hand resting on his chest. You could feel the steady thump of his heart, a reminder of the passion you just shared.

The two of you lay there for a few moments, the sweat cooling on your bodies as the tropical breeze gently caressed your skin. You turned your head, your eyes meeting Joe's in the mirror. His gaze was warm, a soft smile playing on his lips as he stroked your hair.

"I think that's only the second time we've had sex in this bed," Joe said, his voice a low rumble against your ear.

You chuckled, your eyes fluttering shut as you nestled into his warmth. "It's not my fault you can't keep it in your pants long enough to make it to the bed, Burrow," you teased, feeling the warmth of his skin against your cheek.

"What's the point of a villa on a quiet island if we're not going to use every surface?" Joe replied with a smirk, his fingers tracing lazy circles into the skin of your lower back. You laughed, the sound vibrating against his chest as you rolled over to face him fully. His cock twitched helplessly as he watched you, the sight of your sated smile and glowing skin making him want you all over again.

But he knew you needed a break. And so, you lay together, your bodies entwined in a mess of limbs and damp sheets. Your hand found its way to his chest, playing with the light dusting of hair that trailed down to his stomach. You traced the path with your fingertip, watching his abs contract with each breath he took.

"What do you think your love language is?" you asked, your voice lazy and content. You traced the contours of Joe's chest with your finger, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your touch.

Joe smiled, his hand moving downward to squeeze your ass playfully. "I'd say my love language is definitely making you happy, especially when it involves me fucking you just the way you like it," he said, his voice filled with pride. You snorted, swatting his chest lightly. "Okay, in all seriousness, I think it's quality time. Nothing makes me happier than being close to you."

Your expression softened, your eyes shining with affection. "Mine's definitely words of affirmation," you murmured, your hand sliding up to caress his cheek. "I love it when you tell me how much you love me, how beautiful I am, how you chose me."

Joe leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I'll never run out of ways to tell you that," he promised, his thumb brushing your lower lip. "I guess I like that too. Hearing that I'm doing right by you. That you're happy. That I'm enough."

You felt a warmth spread through your chest at his vulnerable admission. "You are," you said, your voice firm. "More than enough. And I'll never get tired of telling you that." You leaned in to kiss him softly, the sweetness of the moment lingering between the two of you as your bodies settled.

"You wanna know something cool?" Joe hummed, pulling away from the kiss with a playful grin. You hummed in question, your eyes beginning to hood from the sleepiness that was slowly creeping in. "I'm your husband," he whispered, his voice filled with wonder and a hint of disbelief.

"I'm aware," you said with a roll of your eyes, though the smile on your face gave away the joy you felt at the reminder. "But you know what's even cooler than that?"

"What's cooler than being your husband?" Joe asked, his grin widening as he propped himself up on an elbow. His eyes searched yours, eager to hear your response.

"Cooler than that?" you teased, your voice playful. "I'm your wife. That's pretty cool."

Joe chuckled, his hand sliding up to squeeze your hand. "I guess it's a tie then," he conceded. Your smile grew as you watched the love dance in Joe's eyes, feeling it deep in your soul. You were married, and it was still so surreal. The last week had been a whirlwind of emotions, but this moment right here, with Joe's arms around you and the sound of your mingled breaths, was pure bliss.

The room was quiet except for the distant sound of waves crashing against the shore. Your eyes grew heavy, the exhaustion of the day catching up to you. You snuggled impossibly closer to Joe, your head resting on his chest, listening to the steady thump of his heart. He was your home, your sanctuary, and you never wanted to leave this tropical paradise.

[bluerosefox]

Stellar Dynamics

You know what.

ANOTHER DPxDC idea (as if I write prompts for anything else lol ✍(◔◡◔)

And once again, I think I might have a hyperfixation rn, another deaged Dani (Ellie) and Dan (Dante)! and Dad!Danny.

And you know what, lets make it another DannyxConner idea.

Danny is on a field trip with his class (NOT in Gotham though, LOVE Gotham but lets go with a different city) in like Central City or Metropolis (If Metropolis, Danny is SUPER excited to see the space sections they have at the museum they no doubt have, because well SUPERMAN is an alien and based in their city. If in Central City Conner is visiting Bart.)

During the trip he bumps into Conner and the two just hit it off. Conner enjoys listening to Danny rant about space and the stars and finds watching Danny's eyes light up in joy kinda cute. And if he got his new hero name Supernova from listening to Danny's rants about the stars well... no one needs to know how he got it.

Danny likes how chill Conner is and how the guy stood against Dash and the other jocks when Dash decided he wanted to mess with Danny during the trip, a rare thing nowadays but sometimes Dash does try, and how he respects/likes Danny's friends.

He didn't even say anything negative or hurtful when he found out Danny has two kids back home.

In the end the two exchange numbers, flirt hard, and maybe set up a date in the future. And then more dates. Becoming boyfriends. AND meeting the family. Conner is smitten with just out of toddlerhood Ellie and toddler Dante and adores them. And he loves how the Fentons just love him the moment he stepped into their house and was introduced as Danny's boyfriend, he made sure to bring over a pie Ma should him how to make.

Things get a bit complicated when Conner, Supernova, is at a reunion of YJ members and his phone lights up with a text message from Danny.

He's smiling with a goofy/soft look when he opens the text and see's its a picture of Danny holding a pouting toddler Dante and Ellie on his lap smiling with a notable gap in her teeth at the camera. The message he got was 'Ellie wanted you to know she finally lost her first baby tooth. Dan's been grumpier, I think he misses you.'

He is pulled out of his happy thoughts and musings when he hears Bart gasp hard and drop a bowl of snacks onto the floor. Conner turns to from the future Speedster and see's him about to have a panic attack.

Bart, Impulse, is having a freak out after catching a glimpse of the text picture Conner had gotten and being nosy wanted to know what got his friend to smile so smitten. He knew of Conner's current boyfriend and the kids Conner adores but haven't had time to be introduced to them or even see a pic.

He wasn't expecting to see the very MONSTER of his NIGHTMARES that basically destroyed the world in the FUTURE as a toddler pouting at a camera and surrounded by two smiling identical looking people either. People he never saw in the future or with HIM AND-

Oh.... OH!

Was that why he turned evil? Did something happen to his family?

[cap-trio]

pretty boy

summary: You call Steve pretty for the first time.

pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

tags: fluff, established relationship, shy!steve rogers

word count: 445

You’ve always found Steve Rogers to be pretty. 

All of your friends (and everyone else, really) would describe him as hot. Handsome. Sexy. Of course you agree, but you also see something underneath that. A softness that seems to blossom from the inside out.

You especially notice it today. Nothing is out of the ordinary, in fact it’s a perfectly mundane day. Days like these have become a favorite – mornings spent cuddling in bed, Steve cooking a late breakfast while you’re in charge of the coffee, jazz music playing from the speakers that inevitably leads to a slow dance. 

Steve’s in the kitchen bent over a cookbook (a gift from you on his birthday), the light from the small kitchen window covering him in a golden hue. His hair lightens a bit, the blue in his accentuating from the sunlight, making them almost sparkle. He’s got his tongue darted out in concentration and all you can think is how pretty he looks. You’ve never called him that before, and honestly you doubt anyone ever has. 

“Steve,” you call. He lifts his head up and meets your eyes, a soft smile tugging on his lips.

“Yes, love?”

“You look very pretty today.”

A blush forms on the tip of ears and slowly creeps onto his cheeks. No matter how many times you compliment him, whether it’s about his physical appearance or his personality, it has the same effect on him. 

“Pretty.” He repeats it like the word is foreign to him. “I’ve never heard that one before.”

You frown, even though you figured that. Most people’s go to is to sexualize him, and you’ve made it your mission to never make him feel that way. “Well, that’s a damn shame.”

“Eh, it’s no big deal.” Steve shrugs. “Thank you, though. You’re always too good to me.”

“Because you deserve it.”

Steve smiles again before leaning across the kitchen island for a kiss. He tastes like the chocolate chip pancake batter he’s been working on. Sweet, like him. 

He pulls back and rests his forehead against yours. “I love you,” he whispers against your lips.

“I love you too, Steve.”

“So uh, you really think I’m pretty?” He asks like he can’t believe it. Because he doesn’t.

“Of course. I don’t say things I don’t mean, especially with you. If it makes you uncomfortable, I won’t say it again.”

“No, I…liked it,” he admits sheepishly, cheeks reddening again. 

“Well, I’ll make note of that,” you say with a teasing grin. “C’mon pretty boy, the food is gonna burn.” 

Steve shakes his head and laughs, turning back to the stove. “You’re going to be the death of me.”