#jack o'malley smut

[georgiapeach30513]

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

Masterlist

@tis-thedamn-season @marveloustaylortot @pono-pura-vida @peaches1958 @seitmai

@smile1318 @andydrysdalerogers @cjand10 @midnightramyeoncravings @kmc1989

@pandaxnienke @donutloverxo @whiskeytangofoxtrot555 @bambamwolf87 @rogersbarber

[fandomfluffandfuck]

"Randoms" Masterlist:

Started: 11/16/20

Updated: 11/11/24

Bold links are smut

Italicized links are fluff

Strikethrough links are angst

*some have multiple, like hurt/comfort are italicized and striked out for example.

*ordered from oldest (at the top) to the newest (at the bottom)

*this list includes ONLY Tumblr works, go to my AO3 for full fics

Omegaverse Service Top Alphas

Omegaverse Ass Grabs

Chris Evans Trying Pottery

Steve & Bucky & Pottery

Some Art I Made! 

Chris Is A Mouthy, Grabby Fuck

More Art!

Chris Evans Reader Insert 

Sebastian Stan Reader Insert

Freshly Post Serum Steve ft. A Tiny Kitten

Desperate Daddys, Doms, & Tops

Assorted Evanstackie (Chris/Seb/Mackie)

Ari Levinson × Reader ft. Touch Starved-ness & Daddy Kink

Steve Rogers In Panties & His Shield Harness Art

Seb As Tommy Art

Reverse Rolls In Omegaverse

Evanstackie Origin & Then Working Seb Over Good

Evans & Mackie Making Sure Seb Is Taken Good Care Of

Evanstackie - Chris & Mackie Calling Seb "Princess"

Just Some Of My Art But ✨Watercolor✨

Evanstackie Fic Recs

What Would A BDSM Scene Look Like Between Evans, Stan, and Mackie?

What About Dom's Under A Desk... Not Their Sub?

Quick Andy Barber × Reader

Assorted Drafts That Never Got Flushed Out (Evanstan & Stucky)

Insinuated Sebastian Stan Gangbang On P&T Set

Sub!Chris Evans & Dom!Anthony Mackie

Sebastian Stan x Reader ft. Heels Kink

Artist Steve Rogers Favorite Art Tool

Dom Exhibitionism

Slutty Chris Evans In A Crop Top Art

Chris Evans × Gender Neutral Reader: Fun In The Sun

Pegging Chris Evans (Chris × Fem!Reader & Gender-Neutral!Reader)

Thoughts On Sub!Steve & Sub!Bucky w/ Dom!Nat

Andy, Ari, & Ransom × Reader: What They're Each Like In The Bedroom

Top & Sub Sebastian Stan × Bottom & Dom Reader

Younger-College-Age!Dom & Older-Sub w/ Hurt/Comfort

Chris Evans Lightyear Premier Sketch

Sub!Ransom x Dom-Mommy!Reader

Daddy!Sebastian At The 2023 Golden Globes

Anon Provided Avengers-Group-Sub!Steve

MORE Avengers-Group-Sub But... Bucky

Pottery-Student!Chris × Pottery-Teacher!Reader

Thinking About Seb Sucking Dick In A Back Alley

Subby Ghosted Chris (or Cole) Thoughts

Quick Lloyd Hansen Mustache Thots

Seb Getting Used By Multiple People 👀

A Little Steve Rogers Selfcest

A Little Bucky Barnes Selfcest

Seb Being Suspended For Chris' & Anthony's Use

TJ Hammond & Andy Barber Meeting At A Bar

Pre-Serum Steve & Fresh 21st Century Steve Selfcest

Skinny Steve Doodle

Whiteglovemanor Provided Sub!Ransom

Steve Rogers Playlist

Nomad Steve Being Sweet & A Lil Mean To Freshly Thawed Steve

Playboy Bunny Boyfriends Doodle

Steve And Feelings Of Cleanliness

Steve w/ Sensitive Teeth

Evanstackie--Sebastian Waiting At Home w/ An Inflatable Plug

Steve & Natasha Bonding While On The Run

Steve Getting Carded

Chris Evans In Art Markers

Andy Barber & Chase Collins Mini AU

God The Bounty Hunter × Cole Turner

Sam Encouraging Steve To Make More Art

Drawing Of Chris Evans' Side Profile

Professor Evans, Model Sebastian, & Student (Fem)Reader

Writing Reference For What Being Aroused & Having A Dick Feels Like

Steve And Sleep

Andy Barber & Steve Rogers Making Out

Brat & Brat w/ Carter & Ransom

Chris Evans Is An Ass Man--Chris × Female Reader

Post-Gym Sebastian × Female-Dom!Reader

Steve's Homesickness & Restlessness

Steve Rogers: In Queerness, Time, & Loneliness

Bucky Barnes Selfcest ft. Metal Arm Kink

Art Of Chris' & One Seb

Quick Steve At College Thought

Touch-Starved WS!Bucky × Male!Reader

Jack O'Malley × Bucky Barnes (Chris Character × Sebastian Stan Character)

Sub Max Burnett × Brat Ransom Drysdale × Mommy!Reader

Steve's Ice Water PTSD

Rebel Rebel Steve

Evanstan × Reader: Post-Morning Run, Making Breakfast & Innuendos

Steve Selfcest, Hand Difference

Evanstan x Trans Man Reader

Bucky's Hair Post-HYDRA

Chris Evans Body Hair

[bookgeekgrrl]

My media this week (14-20 Nov 2021)

📚 STUFF I READ 📚

🥰 Casual Encounters (MoreThanSlightly (cadignan)) - 66K, Stucky, modern no-power AU - dumbass-idiot-best-friends-to-FWB-to-lovers with lots of delicious angst & pining along the way!

🥰 You Bring Out the Best in Me (LeeHan) - 76K, Stucky modern/canon-divergent - The SSR & The Howling Commandos are rival agency to SHIELD & The Avengers and then they gotta work together to defeat HYDRA. Great characterizations of everyone, great relationship development, just enough HYDRA plot to make it interesting, and some really, really good sex

Dearest Malachi Keogh (N.R. Walker) - a short, holiday epilogue about the Dearest Milton James characters

😍 A Marvellous Light (The Last Binding #1) (Freya Marske, author; David Thorpe, narrator) - LOVE LOVE LOVE - magical Edwardian England, excellent worldbuilding, love a magical bond with a house. also love the sunshine/grumpy dynamic. 

🥰 Alley-Cat Quartermaster (Only_1_Truth) - 41K, 00Q - Holmes!Q, lots of action & very solid relationship development garnished with some excellent smut - 

😃 Temptation (Leather & Chrome #2) (Kiki Clark) - very satisfying kinky motorcycle club romance

😃 Off The Ice (Michaela Grey) - enemies/rivals-to-lovers hockey romance; a bit of a speed run but still satisfying characters and emotional arcs

😃 Anne's House of Dreams (Anne of Green Gables #5) (L.M. Montgomery, author; Susan O'Malley, narrator) - still love learning how Anne’s life is developing but the ‘actually-written-in-1917-period-typical’ ableism in this one was a lot.

💖 +351K of shorter fic so shorter work shout out 💖

other plans (MyCupOfTea) - Check Please!: Zimbits, 33K - great AU - “Eric Bittle is navigating his last year of obtaining his degree, after dealing with dropping out of Brown, coming out to unsupportive parents, working multiple jobs, and applying for internships. Luckily, he’s got the money he won from his appearance on Chopped to cushion the transition. Jack Zimmermann is navigating his second year as captain of the Providence Falconers and first year as an out and proud queer man. With his friends and connecting with his artistic side, Jack hopes one day he’ll be able to stop panicking over the “out” part and move on to the “proud”. And maybe figure out who the guy he keeps running into is.”

[Podfic] Ceasefire (ipoiledi, sallysparrow017) - MCU: Stucky, 30 min - very well done podcast of a fave fic wherein Steve & Bucky have really great sex on a very hot day 🔥🔥🔥

📺 STUFF I WATCHED 📺

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings - enjoyed this a LOT more than expected. Tony Leung, whew 💦💦💦

Whose Line Is It Anyway? - S7, e4

Noises Off - had a vague memory of this from 30 years ago; farce is very hard to pull off on film and they don’t quite succeed but they do give it every effort and there are some solid laughs. also some unfortunately dated offensive MENA stereotypes. I did love the cast though.

Living Single - s1, e3

Luca [+ Ciao Alberto] - super cute, really liked this

The Christmas House

Love Hard

🎧 PODCASTS 🎧

Strong Songs - “Let It Go” from Frozen

The Atlas Obscura Podcast - Red Sea Blue Hole

Richmond Til We Die: A Ted Lasso Podcast - Ted Lasso S2E1: All People Are Different People

Strong Songs - “Stairway to Heaven” by Led Zeppelin

Twenty Thousand Hertz - It’s Not TV. It’s HBO.

Ologies with Alie Ward - Tiktokology (THE TIKTOK APP) with Hank Green

🎶 MUSIC 🎶

90s Sing-Alongs

Voyage [ABBA]

Rude Boy Train

Eagles

Presenting Dolly Parton

Rock & Run!

Classic Disco Hits

I Will Dare: Cutting Edge Favorites '84

30 [Adele]

Presenting Adele

Raise The Roof [Robert Plant & Alison Krauss] 

Presenting Led Zeppelin

[kyluxadjacents]

FANFIC Kissing, Confessing by oorsprong

Summary: Moon and Gage settle in for the night at an inn and talk about the past.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Moon (True Grit) + The Snickers Commercial Cowboy

Disaster Cowboys (Moon/Azarado Gage)

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Resolute by spiteandmalice

Summary: Philip is trying to become an actual responsible adult. But first, he’s going on vacation.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Phillip Altman (This Is Where I Leave You), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Bea (Peter Rabbit)

Phomas + Bea (Thomas/Phillip/Bea)

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Withdraw by starkickback

Summary: A bunch of adjacent ships converge in a spooky old house.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Abraham H. Parnassus (SNL), Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Paterson (Paterson), Rick (Tracks), Sevier (Midnight Special), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal), Stensland (Crash Pad), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit), Matt the Radar Technician

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson), Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland), Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie), Parnassus/Faraday

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Blind Confidence by Jathis

Summary:  “I wish I could go out and eat in the cafeteria like everyone else.”

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Clan Techie (Dredd), Matt the Radar Technician

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Kyluxception - Adjacents' Month 2019 by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Collection of works for Adjacents Month

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Other characters as apply

Flip Zimmerman/Gabriel O’Malley

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Whispers by spiteandmalice

Summary: It starts with a whisper amongst the Stormtroopers. An assassin, sneaking ship to ship, killing as he goes.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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this glistening hour by srawratskcuf

Summary: Paterson saves Ash, or maybe it's the other way around.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Aquatic Rescue by Jathis

Summary: He watched the Human carefully from just below the waves. His cousin had always told him to stay under the waves, moving with the motion of the water. It was easier to blend in that way, ensuring the Humans wouldn’t be able to spot him from their boats.

Gen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Mermay

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Hold Your Tongue by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland asks Clyde to shut him up. By sitting on his face. Clyde is more than happy to oblige.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Light Years Away From You by Tagatha

Summary: The First Order were not spared from the snap.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angst

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Obsidian by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Freddie Joyce is stewing in prison, until a mysterious man appears, hell-bent on getting him out of there.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Angels & Demons

Man (Archangel) & Freddie Joyce (Calvary)

Fredman (Freddie Joyce/Man)

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Gloriously filthy by dreamyafterdark

Summary: Gareth Averill has a problem. When he gets nervous or excited, his skin breaks very easily, and oh how the blood flows

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Gareth (Your Bad Self) + Neil (Gayby)

Gareth (Your Bad Self)/Neil (Gayby)

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Undercover by starkickback

Summary: Paul and Monty's "relationship" is on the rocks. Monty will have to call for reinforcements.

Teen

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Sevier (Midnight Special), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Ponty (Paul Sevier/Monty Schaefer), Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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The Fire Theft by for_autumn_i_am

Summary: On a lonely night in 2019, sad med student Faraday got a boner and it nearly ruined his entire life.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Hold You Tight by spiteandmalice

Summary: Paterson meets AA Milne and invites him into his life.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Paterson (Paterson), A.A. Milne (Goodbye, Christophe Robin)

Milne/Paterson

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Oh Detective, My Detective by Chifuyu

Summary: A disgruntled Flip Zimmerman working undercover, a bored Gabriel O'Malley & a mafia wedding. What could go wrong?

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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Carried with Him on the Crosswise Streets by CallmeLyss1

Summary: Faraday and Basil navigate life in 1950s New York, their respective pasts, and a possible future.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

BDSM, Smut, Medical Kink

Basil Anthony (Man and Boy), Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger)

Basilday (Dr. Faraday/Basil)

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Just A Conversation by DaisyChainz

Summary: Stensland meets a handsome stranger in the jazz club. Paul isn't sure if he's in the right mindset to get picked up.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Sevier (Midnight Special), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Sevierland

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May I Have This Dance by dreamyafterdark

Summary: When Dr. Faraday spots a young disabled man trying to kill himself on his property, his instincts as a human and a doctor prompt him to try and intervene.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Suicide Attempt

Dr. Faraday (The Little Stranger), Glen Stetson (You Don't Know Jack)

Doctor Faraday/Glen Stetson

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take my hand (take me whole life, too) by sstensland

Summary:  His eyes meet Techie’s. Warmth fills him. Butterflies flutter in his gut. He feels light, dizzy, under the gaze of those big blue eyes. There's a pull—magnetic or otherwise—bringing them closer together. Or is that just Matt’s imagination? His desperation? The crush he’s been harboring for the last six months? Has he finally gotten to the point of desperation?

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Fluff

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Out of Hand by srawratskcuf

Summary: Stensland has an unusual proposal for Clyde.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Once Upon A Time At SWC by HastaLux

Summary: Techie attends a Star Wars Convention dressed as General Hux and meets a really awesome guy dressed as Kylo Ren.

Teen

No Archive Warnings Apply

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Sample Taking by Naniris

Summary: Paterson, as the first man on Mars, takes routine semen samples to check how being on Mars affects his sperm count.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Masturbation

Paterson (Paterson), Ash Starmer (Black Mirror)

Ashterson (Ash Starmer/Paterson)

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Transient by DaisyChainz

Summary: Clyde Logan is in town to get his new arm fitted properly.

Mature

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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happiness isn't happiness (without a violin-playing goat) by storytellingape

Summary:  Thomas runs a little toy shop in Crouch End with the aid of his intrepid shop assistant, struggling actor Adam Sackler. Then Adam catches a big break that catapults him into stardom. The rest is history.

Mature

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff

Adam Sackler (Girls), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

McSackler (Adam Sackler/Thomas McGregor)

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And They Were Cellmates by BoStarsky, StartingWithTheRidingCrop

Summary: Or the one in which Stensland ends up in prison with Clyde and they slow burn their way to heaven.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Stensland (Crash Pad)

Clydeland (Clyde Logan/Stensland)

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Last Kiss by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: There is a way for Caleb to get out. He's not sure if he wants to take it or not.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Caleb (Ex Machina)

Caleb/Clyde

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Adjacents Three by DeviantDarkBelle

Summary: Rental car problems Bea being... unreasonable... And Thomas just needed to go to that bar and get a pint. Of course he did.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Ronald Peterson (The Dead Don't Die), Thomas McGregor (Peter Rabbit)

Peterson/McGregor/Matt (Technical McPocalypse?)

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Long Past by Ezlebe

Summary: “Shit,” Clyde curses, drawing the whiskey bottle back and up the right direction, watching money more than liquor dribble down the bar and into the cracks. “I – shit. Hey there, Monty.” “Logan,” Monty says evenly, leaning forward slightly over the bar. It might only be imagination, but he looks… disappointed, a tight smile crossing his lips before he looks down at the mess. “Sorry to surprise you.”

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Clyde Logan (Logan Lucky), Monty Schafer (Barry Seal)

Monty/Clyde

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Three Things by Thrasirshall

Summary: “Gabriel O'Malley, you are now under arrest, you have the right to remain - ” 

There was a grunt from Gabriel, “I remember these being a lot more pleasurable.” 

“ - silent. Please use it.”

Mature

Graphic Depictions Of Violence

A/B/O, Zombie AU, Mpreg

Flip Zimmerman (BlackKklansman), Gabriel O'Malley (The Kitchen)

Zimmalley (Gabriel O'Malley/Flip Zimmerman)

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A gift from God by rudbeckia

Summary: Captain Henry, running for his life through the forest where he has been trapping, trips and falls unconscious. When he wakes, he is still in a forest but it is very different. He meets a ragged man, close to starvation, who says Henry is proof that he has not been abandoned by God for his despair.

Between them, they must survive, work out where they are, and find a way back to civilisation.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Hurt/Comfort

Garupe (Silence), Andrew Henry (The Revenant)

Henrupe (Andrew Henry/Garupe)

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And You Don't Say Much (but I Lose It When You Do) by itsallaboutflowermetaphors

Summary:  “You wanna, like, do stuff?” Matt asks quietly, leaning forward to whisper into Techie’s ear hoping the mic won’t pick up his voice.

They talked about it before, how they maybe want to do something where people might listen in.

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Bait by Deadsy, Ktula

Summary: Techie’s goal is a slow takeover of the First Order network via virus-infected porn. Call it an insurance policy. The side-effect is that porn doesn't do shit for him anymore, but that was bound to happen. His dick works fine for everything else, so when he gets edgy, he fucks someone anonymously. Crosses their name off the list, one and done. No repeats. It's fine.

Explicit

Rape/Non-Con

Smut

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

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Caleb's Lucky Day by liviay

Summary: After receiving the best news ever on his job, Caleb meets a weird guy on the subway, and the day gets even better...

Explicit

No Archive Warnings Apply

Fluff, Smut

Adam Sackler (Girls), Caleb (Ex Machina)

SackSmith (Adam Sackler/Caleb Smith)

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What Would It Take? by srawratskcuf

Summary:  Techie is extremely insecure and doesn't understand why someone as built and hot as Matt could ever be into him. When it comes to sex, he's afraid that he won't compare to Matt's past partners and that Matt will leave him. The first time Matt penetrates him, he's nervous and underprepared and it's so, so painful but Techie doesn't say anything because he doesn't want to disappoint Matt. Instead, he encourages Matt to keep going because it's obvious that Matt is enjoying himself, even if Techie isn't. This makes Matt get rougher and rougher because he thinks he's pleasing Techie, when he is really putting him in increasing pain. Matt was actually a virgin and Techie's worry about past partners is completely unfounded. Somehow Matt finds out afterwards and hurt/comfort ensues.

Explicit

Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Hurt/Comfort, Dub-Con

Matt the Radar Technician, Clan Techie (Dredd)

Techienician (Matt The Radar Technician/Clan Techie)

[tinknevertalks]

Sam/Janet now brain? Really?!

[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 14

Summary:  Did Finn get his Christmas wish?

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  mild

Warnings:  language, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.3K

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“What does it say?” Jack leans over on the counter to give you the biggest smile, while you look at that pregnancy test.  All these years.  All these moments, and here you were staring at that thing.  “Sharkie?” his arms wrap around your waist, and he rests his chin on your shoulder, peeking over to view the results.  You could feel his mouth turn up into a smile as he views the test.

Things had been great.  Amazing even.  You refused to let Jack sleep in the guest room anymore.  He was right back where he belonged, and that was in the bed with you keeping your feet warm.  He tilts his head to the side, and gives a kiss to your neck with a grin.  “It says our son sabotaged us.”

“What?” He laughs, looking down at the test just to make sure he sees two pink lines.  “Are you mad?”

“Do you think this happened on Christmas?  Like Finn asked for a baby sister, and Cal told him it was impossible,” Jack’s hands rub over your stomach while you look at the test, and then up into the mirror at his reflection.  He looked happy, while you were just in shock.  “You put a baby in me the first time we had sex again, didn’t you?”

“How am I supposed to know?  You went to the doctor, and your IUD wasn’t in there.  It wasn’t like we were being careful.  I think we have had quite a bit of fun doing what married people do.  And who is to say this little precious bean in here is a little girl.  Are you mad we’re pregnant this early?”

“No,” you sigh, holding your hands over his.  “Are you happy?  Because you look happy.  But I also know that you didn’t want another baby.”

“I wasn’t ready for one then.  I am ready now.  I’m more ready than I ever have been.  And this time, we’re not going to stress.  We’re not going to care about what anyone says.  We’re going to get to enjoy this.  I’m not going to be worried that I made a mistake.  Because I can honestly say you getting prematurely knocked up with Finn has been the best part of my life.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet,” you sarcastically respond, and he gives your tits a squeeze.  “Ow!”

“I should have known you were pregnant,” he squeezes some more, but this time was much more gentle.  Pulling out his shirt off your body, he looks down at your tits, and you laugh, smacking his hands away, “Yep, they appear to be bigger.  I’m going to have to check on these things everyday.”

“Would you stop it,” god, he was a slutty menace, and you loved him for it.  “Jack, we’re going to have a baby,” his hands finally go back to your belly, and he gives it a few squeezes.  “I don’t want to tell Finn.”

“Why?”

“Because, you know how delicate pregnancies can be.  And our boy asked for a baby sister.  So we could wait until we know what we’re having, or at least wait until after the first trimester.  Okay?  I don’t want him to get his hopes up, even if he gets a baby brother.”

“You know,” Jack starts kissing over your shoulder, randomly pushing his front into your ass, but he tries to keep his eyes on your reflection.  Sweet and sexy.  Jack liked a variety, “Santa Cal has never disappointed.  This proves it.  We got us a baby, if I had to guess this bean was conceived on Christmas, and if it’s a girl, well, Callum Drive really does know Santa Claus.”

“What is this?” Finn asks, holding up a card.  “It’s not my birthday.”

“I know, buddy.  Just open it,” Jack pulls you over into his lap, while the two of you smile at him.

“I don’t wanna open it,” he pouts, walking over to you.  Giving you the card. “I feel like this is when you told me dad was moving out.”

“Oh, baby, daddy isn’t going anywhere.  This is something good.  I promise.  It’s…it’s a late Christmas present.  It just got here, Just…baby, can you open it,” he leans off you, looking up at Jack, and you and his dad were still smiling, “When we told you daddy was moving out, was I sitting on his lap?”

“No.”

“That’s because I’m not going anywhere.  Mom and I are together, and are very happy.  But I need you to open the card.  We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Finn still wasn’t sure about this card, so he opens the envelope up slowly.  Constantly looking at you and Jack, and then he looks down at it.  Bringing the card out, and he still didn’t understand the generic congratulations.  But when he opens it up there was an ultrasound photo with a pink bow over her head with the words of him becoming a big brother.

“Really?” He asks, getting tears in his eyes.  “My third wish came true?” Nodding your head, he comes to hug you.  Letting Jack mess with his hair, while you hold your baby a little bit longer.  Smelling his sweet watermelon shampoo on his hair, and kissing over his tear stained face.  “She’s really a girl?  And daddy isn’t moving out?”

Hearing Finn call him daddy, Jack looks up at the ceiling, trying not to let himself cry.  Telling himself that your emotional self and Finn’s tears was enough.  “So we’re gonna have a baby here?  Will Jedi like her?”

“Jedi is going to love her.  And you’re going to be the best big brother.  She’ll grow up with you as her hero, and you get to tell her that she was your Christmas present.”

“So she’s really my baby then?” He definitely got Jack’s sense of needing to change the atmosphere with jokes.

“Yeah, buddy, you get to change her poopy diapers, while me and mom just sit and watch.”

“Oh…she’s definitely your baby when that needs to happen.  I don’t want that.”

“Jack!  Jack!” You scream into the bedroom, and Finn beams at you.  His hand over your stomach, and she kicks at his hand again.  “Jack, Finn can feel her,” Finn smiles up at his dad, pulling his hand over where his sister was kicking at your stomach.  

“Oh!  Oh, she’s strong.  Look at you princess, you making sure that Daddy and Finny know you’re in there?  We can tell by looking at mommy’s belly,” you rub over your belly, giving her home a few taps.  “I didn’t mean that bad, babe.  You’re doing an amazing job growing our girl.”

“I didn’t take offense to it.  My belly is supposed to get bigger.”

“Wait.  Bigger than this?” Finn asks with his eyes wide.  “How much longer do we have to wait?”

“About sixteen weeks?” Finn repeats the amount, and looks up at his dad.  “It takes time to grow a baby.  You saw how small she was.  She’s gotta keep growing, and getting stronger.  Oh, ma’am, I need you to not be so active.  She’s like a little fish in there.  Finn, your dad used to pout when he couldn’t feel you.”

“I did not.”

“We were out to eat dinner, and he was pouting because he couldn’t feel you.  Got a bit of an attitude, but then I drank some soda, and put his hand over you, and he was so happy.  Smiled so big at your kicks.”

“Really?  Did it feel like this?” His hand presses up against your stomach again, searching for another place that she was moving, until you bring his hand to your side, and he could feel her again.  “It’s kinda weird.”

“Wait until she’s moving so much she makes your mom’s stomach roll around like there’s an alien in there.”

“No.  I don’t think I wanna see that.  I’m good.”

You lean your head back on Jack’s shoulder as he holds up your belly.  Your daughter pushes out your stomach, and you weakly groan at her.  “She’s getting too big.  We need to induce.”

“No.  No, the doctor says she’s growing just fine.  Is this helping?” You nod your head.  Thankful for some relief off your back.  Jack made a point to do this as many times as possible.  He could literally see your face relax the minute he took the weight of her off you.  “You think she’s going to like me?”

“She’s going to love you.  Probably going to like you more than me.  And I hope that she follows Finn around.  Crawls into his lap.  Feels safe and comfortable enough to just fall asleep next to him.  God, he wanted her so bad.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Because, I don’t want my baby to think he’s being replaced.  He’s been the only one for so long, so I hope she loves him so much, and wants him to be included.  I can’t have Finn regretting his Christmas wish.”

“Sharkie,” Jack coos at you, and gives you a kiss.  “She’s going to love him.  What’s not to love, babe?”

“I’ll give her to Elaine if she doesn’t.”

“Uh, no you won’t.”

“I’ll give her to Sy and Chelsea.”

“I’m keeping my baby girl.  She’s going to love Finn and Jedi.  She’s going to rely on you a lot, but I think our little angel is going to love everyone.”

“Jack!” Nick bursts into Jack’s office, and he glares up at the man.  “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”

“Because I’m knee deep in paperwork.  What do you want?”

“TJ has been trying to call you, and so has your wife.  He had to rush her to the hospital because her water broke.  Finn is still in school.  Would you stop yelling at me?” He shouts into the phone.  “You need to get there, so he can pick Finn up from school.  Or he can call a grandparent to be on standby.  Yes, I know!  Just get your ass to the hospital.  This is a fast labor and…oh, that’s gross.  Would you tell her to quit screaming?”  

Cal drags Jack out of the office with his keys ready to drive as Jack looks through his texts and voicemails.  “Uh, Cal, I don’t care if you got to put the siren on.  They didn’t have time for an epidural, and she’s dilated at eight.  Get me to that hospital now!”

Jack rushes into your hospital room, and you cry.  Holding onto TJ’s hand as you push again.  Thankful that he made it before she was born.  Going to your other hand, and TJ tries to leave, “Don’t you go anywhere!”

“I need to get Finn.”

“Tell Cal!” Another contraction has you barring down, and gritting your teeth.  Barely hearing the doctor tell you she was crowning, and when Jack goes to look, you hold him tighter.  “Don’t you dare.”

“What?  Why?  I didn’t look with Finn.”

“If you look, you’ll never want to fuck me again.”

“Yep.  That sounds like her,” TJ laughs, giving a quick apology to the doctor and nurses.  “She’s…she’s got a mouth on her.

“Sharkie, I’ll always want to fuck you.  I just want to see our daughter….ow!” Everyone, including the doctor, looks up at Jack as you start pushing again.  Surprised that he was the one crying out in pain.  Sweat lines your brows, and you try to focus on your breathing.  She was almost here.  

“We’ve got us a head.  A few more times mama.  And you’ve got your baby girl.”

“Jack, please don’t look.  We’ll…we’ll watch a movie of someone else.”

“It won’t be my daughter though.  I just,” you look up at him glaring, and he nods his head, “Okay, yeah.  I won’t look.  Just keep pushing.  Bring us a baby.”

“Finn, are you sure this is what you want to get your sister?” Jack’s mom looks at the gray and white striped blanket, lined in silk, with an elephant head attached to it.  Trying to coax him into something different.  

“Yes, Nana.  She’s my baby sister, and I get her what I want.  I asked for her for Christmas,” she looks up to the ceiling, but it didn’t take much to figure out a September baby's conceivement date.  “Now, can I go meet my sissy now?”

Jack’s dad holds out a hand to his grandson, and walks him through the hospital, where Jack was sitting next to you on the bed, cradling your sleeping daughter.  “Finny,” you croak out.  It felt like you had nothing but tears of joy since her birth.  “You ready to meet your sissy?”

Nodding excitedly, he starts to crawl on your side of the bed, but Jack tsks him, “Finn, on this side, buddy.  Mom’s a bit sore,” he hands you the little angel who was fast asleep, and pulls Finn up onto the bed.

He looks down at her, and then up at his dad, giggling.  “Calliope Anne, you couldn’t wait until I was out of school?” Her eyes slightly part, and she releases a singing coo.  “Oh!  Calliope did you know I’m your big brother?  And I’m going to keep you safe.  Mom and dad are a handful.  You’re going to be sleeping in their room for a while.  They got you your own bed.  But you do have a room with a bigger bed in it.  And,” he makes grabby hands at his Nana, reaching for the little blanket.  “I got you this special toy.  He’s going to protect you.”

Out of all the things you had done right, your family was your favorite.  Letting Finn get settled on his dad’s lap, you let him hold the sleeping girl while she wasn’t hungry.  And just like a brand new toy at Christmas, Finn stares at her with so much awe and love.  “She’s so pretty like you, mama.”

And there the tears go again, but you let them fall as you lean over on Jack, and stare at your precious babies.  You were so happy and in love with them.

“Where’s that baby?” Elaine asks, walking through your front door.  “Hey, sweetheart,” she says, kissing your cheek.  “Your house looks beautiful.  TJ help with the Christmas decorations?”

“He did.  If you want Calliope, you’re going to have to fight Jack and Finn for her.  Finn hardly ever leaves Jack’s lap, and she never leaves Finn’s arms, unless it’s feeding or changing time,” she walks through the foyer, and into the living room, where it was Cal who was holding her.  Showing her the Christmas decorations, and whispering about her Christmas gifts.

“Finn, what did you ask from Santa?” With an extension of her arms, she takes the baby from Cal.  Booping her nose, and Calliope gives her a cute little giggle.  “You didn’t ask for another baby did you?”

“Mom said I couldn’t ask for one of those until Callie could talk,” the second that Calliope hears her brother’s voice, she coos, moving her head around in search of him.  “Bebe, she wants me.”

“I know, Finny.  Let me hold this baby a bit longer, since TJ and Dougie don’t want to give me one.  And what a beautiful angel she is.  Calliope you have the most darling parents and brother.  Yes, you do.  And you’re going to be just as spoiled as Finn.  And when you start walking.  Oh, you’re going to be trouble, aren’t you?”

Calliope leans forward, and slaps her hand against the washing machine.  Looking up at you very disgruntled, and upset.  “Uh,” she grunts, tapping on the window again.

“I’m sorry, darling.  Your Sisi had to be washed before Christmas,” she looks back at the washing machine.  Her silky elephant is just rolling around in the water, and she throws her head back, giving a little cry.  “Calliope Anne O’Malley, you are just fine.”

“Fi!  Fi!” She lets out her distressed call for her bubbie, and he walks into the laundry room, and she points at the window.  “Bubbie!  Sisi!”

“Sisi was dirty.”

“Ahh!”

“What is wrong with my baby?  Oh,” Jack says when Calliope points back at the washing machine.  She had them both completely wrapped and concerned.  Even though this was a normal occurrence.  Sisi’s bath days was always a tough one for your princess.  She couldn’t let him out of her sight.  And would just watch as the elephant was tossed around in the water.  “Oh, sweet baby.  You want daddy to make you a sandwich, and you and Finny can watch to make sure Sisi comes out alive?”

She stutters her crying, pointing back at her silky.  “Jack, you can’t tell her Sisi is going to d-i-e.  Sit in there with the princess, and I’ll make boxes of food for you three,” Jedi gives a little bark, sitting beside your smallest baby.  “Four.  You can have a treat.  Best behaved out of all of you.”

“Yeah, but you love it,” Jack gives you a lingering kiss, and he grabs at your ass before you walk away to make everyone something to eat, while they do their monthly watch of a silky elephant.  You tried to wash her while Calliope was asleep, but she always woke up and looked for her.  

“Dad, do you think mom will get mad about one of my gifts I asked for?”

“Depends.  What did you ask for?”

Finn gives a tap onto his sister’s head, and she turns to look at him, cooing up at Finn in her special way.  It was like she had a special language with her brother and dad.  She always made cooing sounds to them.  Some things never changed.  “Yeah, maybe we shouldn’t mention that to mom.”

“She said when Calliope could walk and talk.  She says dada, mama, Sisi, Bubbi, Finn, and Jed.  She also can make a T sound when talking about TJ, and a Ca sound when talking about Cal.  She’s almost there.”

“Sisi!” Her chubby little hands clap together when the washer stops, but when Jack stands to put everything in the dryer, she pouts up at him.  “No, dada!  Sisi!  Bubbie, Sisi!”

“She’s gotta go for a few more spins.  This year, do you think you can open up your own presents?  You won’t be sleeping in someone’s arms,” Finn tries to give her a few tickles, but she wasn’t having it.  She was too preoccupied with her security blanket being shoved into the dryer.

“Sisi!  My!”

“Jack,” you whisper as Finn and Calliope watch that silly silky elephant.  You hadn’t had a chance to tell him, but you turn to the side, rubbing your belly.  

“Are you serious?” Nodding your head, you sit down in the little laundry room, pulling out sandwiches and goldfish from a basket.  “Like serious, serious?”

“Yes.  Isn’t that what you wanted all those nights?  Isn’t that what you were begging for?”

“Begging for what?” Finn takes a big bite of the peanut butter and jelly, and tears off a piece for Calliope who messily eats it, but still watches her elephant.  

“One day you will understand, son.  And tonight, you two got to go to bed early, because tomorrow is Christmas.”

“Sisi!” Just to make sure you hadn’t forgotten about the silky, Calliope taps the glass angrily.  

“And Sisi is going to be nice and clean for everyone to come over and see.  Here, eat a fishie,” she grabs the fish out of your hand, and backs her butt towards her bubbie, before plopping down in his lap.  “Finny, you still like that Christmas gift?”

“It’s a hard choice between her and Jedi of who I like more,” it really was.  And you loved your little Christmas babies.  With one on the way.  Christmas miracles, wishes, gifts, and asks will always be your favorite.  Magic always happens on Christmas.

The End

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[georgiapeach30513]

Every Other Weekend, Part 13

Summary:  Merry Christmas to the O’Malley’s

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, a bit of oral sex (F receiving), unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.5K

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Giggles.  That’s what stirred you from your sleep was giggles.  You curl more under your covers, silently listening to Jack and Finn giggling in what seemed to be the kitchen.  You didn’t know what they were doing, and you couldn’t fully hear the conversation, but you heard their laughter.  Their complete joy of whatever it was they were doing.  

If it wasn’t for the waft of breakfast being cooked you wouldn’t even bother getting up.  It was so comfortable and cozy in your bed, and their chuckles made you feel warm and fuzzy inside.  It was Christmas Eve, and Jack hadn’t left your house in what seemed like weeks.  He still hadn’t been back in your bed, and the cold spot where he would normally sleep was a constant reminder of that.

This is what you had always envisioned your life to be.  Your husband cooking breakfast with your kids, but it wasn’t stressful. It wasn’t him yelling out demands, or getting on to Finn, Jack was enjoying the time with your son.  Your hand rubs over his empty spot on the bed before that familiar smell of coffee has you sitting up.  

Grabbing a pair of slippers and some flannel pants, you groggily walk towards the kitchen.  The tree was lit up and casting a beautiful warming glow into your home.  Finn was sitting on the counter while Jack finished up frying the eggs.  He tilts his head back laughing about something Brody had done at school, when you catch Jack’s eye.  

“Shh, mama just wouldn’t understand.”

“No, she wouldn’t.”

“You two have secrets?” You ask playfully, stepping behind Jack to get some coffee.  Making sure to slyly rub your hand against his butt.  He didn’t have the poker face you did, and his eyebrows shoot up.

“Yeah, mom, it’s just guy stuff.  You know, spitting and peeing outside.”

“Mmm, how riveting,” the coffee was just right.  It warmed you from the inside out.  But this morning was everything you could hope for when it came to Christmas Eve.  “So what is the plan today?”

“Uhh, gingerbread houses?” Finn’s smile gets so wide, and he points over at the bar where three untouched boxes of gingerbread houses went untouched.  “Dad has to finish wrapping your present.”

“I’m not wrapping that, buddy,” Finn smiles, rolling his eyes.  “But I think that gingerbread houses with Christmas music, maybe some Christmas movies, and popcorn, and hot chocolate, just being together is just what I would like.”

“Yeah, cuddling up on the couch sounds like a great idea,” Finn’s eyebrows raise up and down, and you snort, reaching over to grab a piece of bacon.  Jack stops to look lovingly at you, while Finn looks anywhere but the two of you, “I’m going to play my drums.  Let me know when breakfast is ready,” he says, jumping off the counter and running upstairs.

“It looks like it’s already finished.”

“It is.  He’s been eating bacon faster than I could cook it.  Plus he had two waffles.  He said you were being lazy and sleeping all morning.”

“It’s nine.  I didn’t sleep that late.”

“You didn’t,” he whispers, turning his head to look back at the eggs.  Trying to keep himself from looking at you for a prolonged period.  “Uh…I don’t want to impose…”

“I think you should just move back in,” he turns back to look at you quickly, and the thoughts that had been running through your head suddenly sound too fast, “I mean…we have the room here.  There’s no sense in you paying for that apartment anymore.  It’s worked out the past couple of weeks.  Finn…he really likes having you here.”

“Is he the only one that enjoys having me here?” Biting your lip, you shake your head no.  “So, does that mean I need to move my clothes into the guest room?  And we’re essentially dating roommates?”

“I think you should just move back in and we’ll navigate the rest as it happens.”

There is a moment of pause, and he pulls a plate out of the cabinet.  Piling it full of food, before sliding it in front of you, “I love you,” you almost didn’t catch it, until those blue eyes roll up to meet yours.  “Our time apart actually has made me love you more.  Love Finn more.  I didn’t realize what I was doing, until it was too late.  I don’t deserve your kindness that you have shown me during our whole separation.  And I still don’t know how you’ve forgiven me, but I don’t want to question it.  I just want to be the husband and dad that you two deserve.”

“I’ve forgiven you because I love you, and I wanted this,” you smile looking around the kitchen.  This was your dream house, but the moment you and Jack bought it seemed like everything went to shit.  “This house is not what I wanted.  I wanted us to have a home.  To build our family here.  It felt so empty without you in it.  I know we had a shitty start…”

“I don’t think it was shitty.  Unconventional.  Irrational.  But you married me for me.  I hardly had to coax you, you just agreed, and we went to the courthouse.  You wanted a wedding.”

“I wanted you,” he looks away, making his own plate, not knowing what to say after that confession.  But every time he turns to look at you, you could see the glossiness in his eyes that wasn’t there before.  “A wedding means nothing without a good marriage.  I still want that with you, Jack.  Uh, Monday, I’m calling to stop the divorce.  But there’s stipulations in our marriage.”

“Anything,” the lack of hesitation warmed your heart.  Jack was all in this time, and he was ready to prove it.

“I need us to continue dating.  Last night was fun.  It was just you and me, and I love Finn, but one of these days he’s going to grow up, and hopefully build a life of his own.  And if we don’t have anything to fall back on, we’re going to be a miserable old couple, and I don’t want that.”

“Hopefully, there will be more kids after Finn leaves,” you can’t help, but get the biggest smile on your face.  “We got a pretty good son, and I think we could make a few more like him.”

“I need us to communicate.  I don’t care how bad you think work is.  I know what you do.  And I am your wife.  I need you to talk to me.  I know that your stresses are different from mine, but I still want you to listen to me, too.  We don’t have to always understand, and I know sometimes we’ll get annoyed, but we have to communicate.  We have to be able to talk about everything.  Not just work.”

“Of course,” Jack’s fork taps on his plate a moment, and you’re wondering what he needs in your relationship.  “I want us to be able to have at least an hour, maybe thirty minutes, but nothing sexual.  No talking.  Just the two of us together.  No kids.  I know sometimes it’s not always going to work.  But sometimes I just want to look at you.”

“Does that mean Finn is getting one of his Christmas gifts?” You giggle, looking over to the Christmas tree.  He had several gifts, but you know those three were something special.  

“It means we’re dating, while married, but I don’t want to lose you.  We’ll go as slow as we need to.  I can still sleep in the guest room.  I still want to use the big bathroom.  It’s a nice bathroom, and the shower is amazing.  I love the dual shower heads.”

“Okay,” you whisper.  You and Jack had come to this conclusion together, and it felt nice knowing that.  Knowing that you two could have a conversation about your relationship, and make it work.  Coming to appreciate and understand one another, “I don’t want to make a big deal about it to Finn.”

“He saw us making out on the porch last night.”

“We were kissing.”

“We were coming inside for you to straddle me, while you pretended not to be dry humping me,” he was such a slutty flirt.  It was one of your favorite things about him.  There was an element of seriousness, but he was also mostly joking.  “You were going to ignore the wet spot on my pants, and I was going to change while you greeted your mom and Finn at the door.”

“You rubbed your crotch on my ass in front of my mother.”

Jack shrugs laughing.  Shaking his head a moment, “She shouldn’t have been here.  Sharkie, she knows we’ve…she knows I love you.”

“Good save, Jack,” there was a peaceful moment between the two of you.  His hand slides over on the bar, and he rubs over your left hand.  Picking it up to weave his fingers in yours.  “What are you doing?”

“Your hand always looked so pretty with a ring on it.”

“Stop it,” you yelp, pulling out of his hand, and swatting him on his shoulder.  

“I mean, if you’re off the market…”

“Finn!  Let’s make some gingerbread houses!”

“Wow.  Trying to avoid this conversation by bringing in the boy.  You're saying you’re never going to wear a ring?”

“I’m saying I’m not putting one on today.”

“Good.  I didn’t want you to,” he turns his nose up to the ceiling, pretending to be annoyed with you, but when Finn’s thunderous feet come pounding down the stairs, all of it is lost.  You just want to enjoy the day with the two most important people in your life.

“When are TJ and Cal going to get here?” Jack whispers, laying a few more presents out under the tree.  Finn was so spoiled.  The only child in any of your families.  He needed a sibling.  

“Probably around seven.  They’re bringing the puppy.”

“Okay.  Good.  Good,” you lay the last present down, and Jack flops back onto the couch.  Hands resting behind his head.  Leaned back, and legs spread wide.  “So what did you ask Santa for?”

“I didn’t ask Santa for anything,” you crawl onto the couch right beside him.  Placing a leg over him, while your hand rubs over his belly.  Jack drops one of his arms around your back, pulling you even closer to him.  “You remember Finn’s first Christmas?  He was just this tiny little baby.  We had Christmas at the Hammond’s because Elaine wanted to give her first grandson a proper Christmas.”

“It was the first time I realized how much money TJ’s family had.  You would never know with him.  Our parents stayed, Cal stayed.  Everyone had their own space.  And everyone was fussing over this baby.  Everything under the tree was for him.  And he didn’t even know.”

“But the second Christmas,” you stare at the tree remembering like it was yesterday.  He was such a chunky toddler.  And he didn’t care about the presents, it was all about the wrapping paper.  Sat in the middle of the floor giggling as Jack ripped the colorful paper in front of him, and letting it fall on his head.  

“It took us a long time to get a house big enough to host Christmas,” your hand goes under his shirt, and you softly play with the patch of hair around his belly button.  “And then we never had it here.”

“We are this year,” looking up at him, he whispers yeah, simultaneously pulling you into his lips.  Pressing his soft pillowy lips against yours. He gives you soft, gentle, and chaste kisses over your pout, before your tongue slips out, and you tickle it over his lips.  He invites your hungry mouth in immediately.  He pulls you over into his lap, and his hands slide down your back, cupping your ass.

He rubs over the swells of your butt, while kissing down the sensitive column of your neck.  Nipping over your skin, and you start to pull off his shirt, “We’re taking things slow,” he whispers on your neck.

“We’ll take things slow tomorrow.  I’ve missed you,” you breathlessly answer, and he pushes the two of you off the couch.  Carrying you into the bedroom.  

“You’re sure?”

“Jack, I love you.  Right now, I just…I want to feel you.”

Laying you on the bed gently, you already start pulling off your pants, but he presses his hand against yours, “I’m not just going to fuck you,” when you start to speak, his finger presses up against your lips, “I’m going to make love to you.  It’s what I should have been doing all these years,” shimmying out of his pants, he pulls off his shirt as well.  Leaning over you onto the bed, where his mouth starts kissing on your stomach.  Pulling down your pants, his lips touch every inch of your thighs.  

Nuzzling against your heated skin.  Open mouth kisses on each of your thighs.  Getting so close to where you want his mouth, and he was still so far away.  When he kisses over your covered mound, your back arches off the bed, and your fingers run through his hair.  While this wasn’t exactly what you wanted, it felt almost more intimate.

His tongue licks a stripe up the festive panties.  Memorizing your taste, his nose rubbing right over your clit, and he leans back, smirking at you, “I don’t know if it’s you or my tongue that has got your panties ruined.”

“Jack…”

“Shh, let me take care of you,” pulling at your hand, he lets you sit up, while he takes off your shirt.  One handed taking off your bra, and he gives each hardened nipple a pinch.  And you yelp.  Your eyes looking over to the door.  “We do have a kid, huh?  Don’t move.  I’m going to lock it.  If I see you doing anything more than what you are, you don’t get my cock.”

“You’re mean.”

“Merry Christmas, ya filthy animal,” he giggles, walking over to lock the door.  His boxers were hiding nothing.  His cock was aching to get out of their confined space and into your warmth.  He walks back over, giving his base a tight squeeze, “Where were we?”

“You’re a slut.”

“And you’re my slut.  Let’s not pretend here,” you roll your eyes, and the second you do, he jerks your legs, making you fall back onto the bed.  He lifts up your bottom half, and presses his engorged cock on your covered sex.  “Maybe we should just go to bed.”

“No!”

“Then just enjoy this not so sweet love making, okay?  You keep pulling me back into wanting to destroy you,” giving him a little pout, he growls, “Stop!  I want something sweet for Christmas.  We’ve got years left for me to destroy you.”

“Okay,” you whisper, and he drops your legs back on the bed.  Running his hands up your legs, until they slide over your panties.  Hooking his fingers around the band, he pulls them down slowly.  Your legs drop down, and you give him an eye full of your weeping cunt.  Your chest heaving with your labored breaths of just wanting him.  It was always just him.  No one has ever been what Jack meant to you.

It was almost an instantaneous thing, how you felt for Jack, but this time around it was slow.  It was hard and painful, but you came to love his flaws.  You came to know a vulnerable Jack that proved to you that he wanted you and Finn.  He pulls down his boxers, and it was like looking at him for the first time.  He was beautiful in all his glory, and he was yours.  But this time, he was all yours; mind, body, and soul.  

You had taken the time to learn from each other.  It was a battle that you would have taken again and again if it meant ending with the same result.  A man that was completely committed to you and his family.  A man that was willing to do anything to keep your relationship sacred.  You had met new people along the way that taught you about yourself as well.  Opened up your life to more friends.

Jack crawls over your body, completely caging you in.  His cock finds your entrance instinctually.  Circling your legs around his waist, you pull him into your waiting wet heat.  Chirping as his length slides through your tight channel.  Not stopping until he was balls deep, and resting on his elbows.  It was like the first time.  This is what your first time should have been.  Not some tipsy ‘one night stand’.  But this.  

Pausing just so he could feel your velvety walls hug every inch of him.  He forgot how you had dated these past few months.  Forgot how you had given your body to others, but never your heart or mind.  That had always belonged to him.  His thumb traces over your lips, and you didn’t know it was possible, but he sinks even more into you.  Every part of the two of you was touching the other.

“I love you,” he whispers your name.  “I love you so much.  And I would very much like to marry you again.  I want you to have a wedding.”

“I just want you,  Jack.”

“Fine.  I want us to have a wedding, and a party.  And just tell the world that I am a taken man, and no one will ever have this man again,” he draws out his hips, and his thick cock pulls out with them.  Slamming them back down into you, until you’re left yipping.  “Marry me?”

“Is that what you want?  A wedding?” He nods his head.  His eyes fill with tears, when you pull him down to your lips.  Waiting until his mouth was touching yours, “I’ll marry you.”

Jack starts thrusting into you.  Steady and rhythmic.  Deep and slow.  Over and over again, but all you wanted was him.  The two of you becoming one for the first time.  Both of you are in the same place and wanting the same thing.  It was like this journey was to make you actually fall for each other.  It was all worth it to have this man’s weight pounding into you.  You could feel him in your throat because he was so deep.

His mouth stays over yours, tasting all of your sweet whimpers.  Your hands grasp to his ass, pushing him even further into your warmth.  And all you see and feel was him.  It was right and it was real this time.  Only he mattered.  You didn’t care about the outside world.  You would live it with him and your family.  “Jack, I wanna feel all of you.”

“You’re gonna.  I’m giving you all of me.  Every bit.  It’s yours.  Always yours.  Always…fuck…it’s all…all yours.  Damn,” your walls flutter around him, while your belly heats up.  There was something so amazing about this.  It wasn’t the hard pounding fuck you were used to, but this was better.  Your veins start to light up with the best high of your life.  It was like you could feel Jack throughout your body.  

“I’m yours,” he grunts, right before he spurts his load deep into your cunt.  “Fuck,” he pants, pressing his forehead against yours.  “I’m all yours.”

“And I’m all yours,” the two of you stare motionless at one another.  He was never going back to that guest room again.  He was moving back in, and back in here.  He had you, all of you.

Your eyes start to close, and he slowly pulls out of you, but you squeeze your legs around him, “Sharkie, let me get you cleaned up,” he looks over to the clock, and smiles, “It’s Christmas and our son will be waking up in a few hours.  I can’t have him see us like this,” you knew he was right, but you wanted him to stay inside of you even longer.  “We’ve got years to go, and I’ll make sure you feel me just inside of you.  We’ll finally take a honeymoon, and you will have to beat me off you.  Shh, close your eyes.  Let me do the rest.”

Finn tiptoes down the stairs.  Looking randomly through the presents.  Giving a little whistle, and his face falls when there was no barking.  He knew that Santa Cal knew Santa Claus.  Maybe all he had to do was wake you and his dad up.  Peeking his head into the guest room, he turns up his nose when everything was still as it was left.  

Sighing, and thinking that his dad went back home, he opens up your bedroom door, “Mom?  Oh!” He had not expected to find his dad using your stomach as a pillow, or your fingers weaved into his hair.  Jack was snoring, and he didn't understand how you were sleeping comfortably.  Head to the side, and mouth agape.  With a smile, he slowly closes the door.

His belly growls for a second, and using a stool he makes himself a small bowl of cereal.  Christmas morning Cal always made a big breakfast, but he was hungry now.  He settles onto the couch with his cereal, wiggling his shoulders, because he had one of his Christmas presents already.  Everyone was still sleeping, so he wasn’t sure about the other two.  

Turning on Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, Finn eats his first breakfast slowly.  His eyes keep going to the presents under the tree, and the giant stockings over the fireplace.  Peeking into the hall, he sees if you two were emerging from the bedroom.  You weren’t.

“Merry Christmas!” Cal’s voice booms from the foyer, but no one responds.  “TJ, are we early?” TJ looks at his watch, shaking his head no.  Trying to pet the puppy to be quiet, so Finn didn’t notice.  “Finn?” Cal whispers, and gets a shushing sound from the living room.  

Walking in there, he spots Finn leaned back and comfortable, but all the presents were still wrapped, “Uhh…what is going on?”

“Mom and dad are sleeping together?”

“What?”

“I think he means they’re in the bed together,” TJ rolls his eyes.

“What is that!?” Finn jumps up from the couch, coming over to TJ, aweing at the black puppy in his hands.  “Where did you find him?  Did Santa bring me this?”

“He did.  Found him outside,” Finn pulls the dog out of his hands, and sits on the floor with him.

“Oh, you poor thing.  You’ll never be left outside again.  You’re going to have a bed, but you can sleep on mine, and…will one of you wake them up?  I’m tired of looking at my presents, but they looked comfortable.  Cal…I got two of my gifts.  What do you think about the third?”

“Already told you that was impossible,” he says walking into your bedroom.  Looking only for a moment, because you two did look comfortable.  Jack was usually awake at this time of morning, but he was sure it was your fingers randomly scratching on his head that made him so comfortable.  “Jack!”

“Son of a…” he jerks awake.  Since his body was in between your legs, you startle awake as well.  You were always a heavier sleeper.  “Why are you here?”

“It’s after seven.”

“You already gave Finny the puppy?” Cal has to look away.  You had the most pitiful pouty face.  “I wanted to see him get it.”

“Uhh…I mean, maybe if you were awake, and had some presents opened, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“Mom!  Dad!  Look,” Finn comes running into your bedroom.  Jumping on the bed with the cutest little fluff ball.  “What do you think I should name him?  I’m thinking Barry or Jedi!”

“I love Jedi,” Jack says, starting to sit up, and you miss his warmth.  You look up at him with the softest smile.  “Let’s go open up your presents then, buddy.”

“Yeah, you gotta give mom her ri…”

“Finn Anthony!”

“Sorry!” He giggles, grabbing up Jedi, and running into the living room.  Making sure to pull Cal and TJ with him.

“So what did you get me?”

“My cum,” you smack at his arm, sitting up off the bed.  “Come on, presents.  Tonight, I’ll make sure to give you some more.”

Finn giggles playing on the floor with Jedi, while you hold out your hand.  Looking at the ring that Jack always said he was going to get you.  Claiming that your first ring was just not enough.  “Well, Finn, did you get everything you asked for?” You say finally looking up at him.  He shrugs his shoulders, asking if he could play upstairs while Cal cooked.

“Finn, what else did you ask for?” Jack pulls your arm back to his stomach, sinking back into the couch a bit more.  “I mean, what did you ask Santa Cal?”

“For the dog, and for you two to be back together, and…well, Cal said the other was impossible.”

“Because it is!” Cal shouts from the kitchen.  Walking back in with TJ, “I told you Santa couldn’t get that for you.  Things like that take time.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he says, starting to walk up the stairs with Jedi.

“Finny, what was the third ask?”

He stops on the stairs, looking between you and Jack, and sighs, “I asked for a baby sister,” he walks up the stairs with a bag of his and Jedi’s toys, and you look over to Jack, nervously giggling.

“I mean, not only does it take time,” TJ throws a pillow over to you two, and brings a fluffy blanket over his body.  Breakfast was almost finished, and TJ wanted to sip on his tea.  “But you two would have had to have sex,” another nervous giggle, has both TJ and Cal looking at you.  “What?”

“It was Christmas Eve.  Jack, can you check something for me?” You move to stand up, but he pulls you back down.  “Jack, I’m serious.”

“What?”

“I don’t really want to talk about my period and IUD in front of Cal and TJ,” he allows you to stand up, and follows you into the bedroom, where you pace around a moment.  

“What’s going on?”

“I thought it was kinda strange that I had a period last month.  I haven’t had one really since I got the IUD.  I have an appointment next week to make sure it’s intact and in there,” he stares at you still confused on what you were getting at.  “The IUD was the only protection we were using.  Finn didn’t get a baby sister on Christmas, but what if we made one on Christmas?”

“Oh!  Oh!  Wait…you want me to check and see if there’s an IUD still in you?”

“Well, no.  I just…we can get a Plan B.  This is soon.  What…what do you want to do?  I mean, I don’t want anything to jeopardize us getting back together.  If we can’t handle,” he pulls you in close, and gives you a kiss.  “Jack?”

“I’m not concerned.  If your IUD isn’t in there and we made us a Christmas baby.  I’m okay with that.  Now, with that being said, if there’s no Christmas baby in there, you need to think about if we’re going to just sex it up and figure it out along the way, or if you want to wait and plan a pregnancy.  But let’s just enjoy Christmas.  And besides, Finn always gets his Christmas wishes…”

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A Snowflake Melts, Part 3

Summary: it's spring time...or is it?

Pairings: Steve Rogers X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, stalking, voyeurism, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.9K

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You take a glance out the window, eyes raking over the still powdery white lawn. Winter is lasting too long. You had chosen this place because of its long winters, but this has gone on far longer than anticipated. You catch a glimpse of Steve, tending to the animals with a much larger Sugar Cookie and Mistletoe trailing behind. He looks towards you, winking, and your cheeks flare up like the heat of coal.

You look down to the sourdough, trying to avoid his lingering gaze. Steve gives you a boyish grin that you don’t see, his face just as heated as yours, despite the never ending snow. The two of you had too many moments of getting too close, and still it isn’t close enough. You don’t know how much longer you could withstand not touching him.

Especially if the temperature continued to plummet. You fear for the livestock. They’ve been cooped up all winter, and there should be signs of spring arriving. Sighing, you take a glimpse at your phone. You know what you have to do. Your dad had a busy Christmas season, and now he’s in a hibernative state until preparation for the next Christmas season begins.

He would know what to do. He would know how to get in touch with Jack, and demand that he stops the winter. This isn’t right, and he wouldn’t be aware of it if you didn’t tell him. Gulping, you pick up the phone. Steve still had a while before he would come back into the house, you really didn’t want to explain either man to each other.

Rolling your eyes, you call up your dad, waiting until his jolly voice answers the phone. Tapping your fingers on the counter to the merry tune, you nearly lose your voice when he says your name. How long has it been since you’d fully heard his deep timbre, “Babydoll!” You want to cry. He sounds like home.

“Hey, daddy,” the overwhelming feeling of just wanting to crawl into his lap hits you like a ton of bricks. He always knew how to make things better.

“I have so much to tell you, but it doesn’t even matter. It’s good to hear your voice. The few photos you’ve shared haven’t been enough. Did you and Jack make up?” You shake your head like a nerd, but your silence tells him everything. “With it being winter I should have known. To what do I owe the pleasure of this conversation?”

“Can I not just call you?” His laugh jingles in the air. Everything he does always seems so magical. He is your hero in so many ways. “Well, it’s still very cold.”

“Some places the winter takes longer to fully defrost, you of all people should know that,” it wasn’t just the cold. It is frigid. Steve could only stand to be outside for short bursts to tend to the livestock, and let the girls run around. They love being in the snow.

“There’s no patches. Ste — umm, the lake is still frozen. There’s no melting to see earth. And the snow is still falling,” silence befalls the conversation, and you can only hope it’s a good thing. Your father rarely involved himself in Jack’s business, but Jack to your knowledge has never been so vindictive. His superior is your father.

“Daddy, his tracking works better in the winter. I swear I smelled peppermint, and Missy hissed at me to get back inside,” your father didn’t want to believe that Jack could be mean to you. But he wouldn’t never deny Mistletoe’s unwavering intuition concerning you. She is special, and she takes her job very seriously.

He takes a deep breath in, a low growl spewing out of his mouth, “I’ll take care of it,” the line ends quickly, and you turn your phone off. Laying it on the counter, and watch Steve. You hate to call it frolicking, but you didn’t know how else to describe it. He runs around with the girls in the snow, smiling and teasing them. Missy looks to be playing a game of tag as she bounces between the two of them.

You can’t help the smile that spreads across your face, and you wish that you could be out there with them. Frolicking in the snow, and throwing snowballs at Steve. His cheeks are more red when he’s outside. The prettiest shade of pink. You’re happy that they had someone that could get them out and running.

Nearly returning back to your bread, you notice Missy pausing. Her crystalline eyes darting around the clearing before a gut wrenching scream echoes through the forest. You watch in terror as she sprints to the house, and Steve and Sugar Cookie follow swiftly. They didn’t know what her battle cry was for, but you did. You take tentative steps away from the window. He’s here.

Too scared to even start pulling down the blinds. Huffing and rustling noises sound outside, and you collapse on the floor. Scooting away from the entrances and windows. Clenching your eyes as you cover your face. Rocking back and forth when Missy hisses as she approaches you. Her thick muscular body stalking around you. Followed by Sugar, and you look up to see Steve bring in a wheelbarrow of firewood before he slams the door shut.

He makes quick work of placing the board over the door. He stomps around the house, closing every blind and curtain before he sits on the floor behind you. Steve wraps his arms around your body, and he rocks the two of you much slower than you had been. A steady rhythm before you even dare to speak, “Why did she scream?”

You don’t know if Steve happened to see anyone, or if it was just her instincts. There’s a reason she was yours, but you were also hers. And she immediately liked Steve, even brought him to you. It’s something you struggle with ignoring. It meant something good.

“I believe she smelled peppermint. You want to tell me about this ex?”

“He’s a bounty hunter. The best in the world, and he flourishes in winter,” your words clip off as you look up. The cabin is cast in so much darkness and shadow, and the wind roars outside. Your father clearly spoke to Jack. “There’s going to be a blizzard,” you answer with finality. “The cows and horse?”

“They were fed, and I made a covered cat walk to get to the barn earlier this winter. Nothing will stop me from getting to them. Not snow, not ice. But we’re not dealing with a normal man are we?” You shake your head no. It’s too difficult to explain everything. “Peppermint. Is it like your never ending scent of marshmallow?”

“You smell me?” Everything is caked in terror right now, but Steve can smell you. Mortals didn’t have the gift, but he smells you. That can’t be just luck or coincidence. That’s fate.

“Yeah,” he chuckles. He slides his body from behind you to in front of you. You two stare at each other, sitting on the floor like children. “It’s a very strong scent. Sometimes you smell like roasted marshmallows,” you look away from him, while your embarrassment radiates through your body. He could smell the change. Did he know what that change meant? Did he know that whenever the two of you fell asleep, and you woke up with his arm around you that your body burned for more than his arm.

You’ve tried to remain cool with him living with you because he’s been the biggest help. But simply put, you want him. You like him. You want to feel him all over your body. “What do I smell like?” A bit of pink stains his cheeks, and you look down at your lap, wondering if he’s been feeling the same way you do.

“It depends,” his brow cocks up as he looks at you with a mischievous grin. “Most of the time you smell like pine. Fresh, a bit of darkness, but also bright. But sometimes — sometimes your scent is like burning embers in a fire. That brightness is still there, but it’s smoky, and…deep,” you gulp, and Steve shuffles around on the floor. Making it no secret of adjusting himself. Surely you aren’t alone in these feelings.

“Why,” Steve clears his throat, his eyes cast down your body, staying on your neck and chest. Your body heaves with how deeply you’re breathing. “Why does one’s scent change?”

“Well,” your throat is parched, and you need a tall drink of water, or just him. You aren’t sure, but you’re not the only one uncomfortably swishing around. His scent is so heady and deep that it makes you dizzy. Your vision blurs everything out, but him. He’s more clear than you’ve ever seen him before. “Generally speaking, it’s during heated moments.”

“And what does that mean?” He smirks. Is this flirting? Is he toying with you because he wants you to be explicit about why his scent is changing?

“When,” you close your eyes softly, unable to look at him anymore because emotions are running like crazy in your mind. You try to focus on anything but the quickened beat of his heart. You’d heard about how scents of true mates mimicked one another in some way. Your dad smelled like cinnamon, and your mom like cookies. They complimented each other.

You forced yourself to believe that marshmallows and peppermint worked, but you were the warmth, and he was the cold. You are the very heart of Christmas, while he is the crystal on the trees. Steve’s scent is warm, and harmonizes with yours, and you’re terrified as to what that means.

“Holly?” He pries for more information. His body scoots ever so slightly closer.

“When your scent gets darker like that it’s usually because you’re aroused,” you look away from him quickly, but he captures your chin, forcing you to look up at him. “I’m sorry, this close proximity is getting to me. Fear is elevating it. And…”

“You don’t find me attractive?”

“I didn’t say that,” your voice is timid as you look at him, wishing you could shrivel up inside yourself. His eyes flick down to your mouth, and you forget to breathe. It was only a split second and it stole your thoughts. “You know you’re attractive.”

“To you?” You nod your head, and he inches even closer, “Breathe,” impossible. You cannot breathe currently. You’re struggling to stay afloat here. Your body screams for him, and your mind is saying there’s a blizzard outside due to Jack’s anger of needing to cut winter, and let the spring prevail. He is probably running through the woods looking for you. He’s close, but Steve is closer. “I’m right here.”

Steve holds your gaze, and you wish he’d just close the gap. Wish he would end your misery, and judging by the tightness in his pants, his own. What did you have to lose? You’d been here for months with Steve, growing to know him. And nothing happened. The most that had happened was snuggling. Giggling. Smiles. Fun. Warmth despite the cold. Home.

It’s hit you in this moment, while you missed your parents and ‘home’, you’d miss Steve even more. He is home. Wherever he is, you want to be.

“Kiss me,” you whisper because you dread the rejection that’s about to follow. Instead Steve adjusts himself to his knees. Leaning forward too slowly, “Steve?”

“I’m taking my time, but I do plan on kissing you,” he studies you from this angle and closeness. Looking at you like he’s never seen you before. Never seen anyone but you before. Everything freezes and stands still as you study him. Nothing before now mattered, and nothing else will ever matter but him. Home.

The two of you create a snow globe with this tiny little cabin. The snow may swirl around outside with Jack’s fury, but you’re safe with him. Right where you belong. Jack’s need to isolate you, made you want to truly be alone, and in that journey, you found Steve. A friend. And now…

He inhales briskly before he closes the gap. A tingle of a snowflake surges through you the moment you touch, and then your body lights up with a cozy fire. Immediately you pull him back with you as you lay down on the floor. His body hovers over you, and this just doesn’t seem enough. Months of being separated by clothes, and all you want is him all over you, and in you. Two people becoming one.

His tongue instantly brushes against your lips, and hungrily you open your mouth to grant him access. Home. You can’t explain it. It’s just a perfectly fuzzy feeling. Like Christmas morning with people you love. People that you need in your life, and you claw at the material daring to keep the two of you separated.

Howling winds beat at the doors and windows as each of you pull and tug desperately at the other's clothes. Swirling hands and arms wrestling to get each other naked. To feel him in the depths of your soul. Your hand runs up his bare chest, resting over his heart, and you take comfort in knowing his heart is bursting to get out, too.

“Are you sure?” Steve asks. Giving the two of you a moment to realize that you are as naked as the day you were born. You hadn’t even given yourself a chance to stare at the most perfect man in existence. Hadn’t even gawked at the steel rod he’s kept hidden. Has it been as hard for him these past few months as it has been for you? “We can wait.”

He tries to keep his eyes on yours, but he curiously glances over your body. Tracing the gentle curves of you, until he sees your weeping cunt, and a squeak exits his mouth. “I don’t want to,” he grips tightly to the base of his cock, and smooths it through your folds. Your mouth gapes open at the erotic feeling of his wet skin on yours. You’ve never wanted anything more.

“Steve, I want,” his hips jut forward, and the crown of his cock rests at your entrance. “I want you.”

“Shh,” he looks down between the two of you. Silently gawking at his head just kissing against your entrance. “They say when a woman really wants a man,” his mouth lifts into a smile, while yours turns into an O. Arching your back, while you look up at the ceiling. “That her body just sucks him in.”

If you didn’t see it happen or feel it, you would laugh and think he was crazy. But your cunt pulls him into you. Sucking him like a lifeline, and he sinks into your wet heat slowly. Making your body mold to him. Letting you feel every ridge of his cock, and follow the vein on the underside of his length. He doesn’t stop until he is balls deep, and the cabin rattles. Shutters trembling when he fully seats himself into you.

Your arm wraps around his neck because you’re obsessed with this feeling. The feeling of having him so close, and still it didn’t feel close enough. The lights fade in and out. The power suffering from the connection, but you still only see Steve. You see nothing but the man that changed everything.

Grunts, sniffs, snorts, howls, screams, and a world of horror rages outside your bubble, and you don’t hear the torment of Jack’s wrath. The storm of his power failing to break in, and rip the two of you apart. You don’t hear the lashing of his anger. Water immediately turns to ice. You only hear Steve’s heartbeat.

Steve pulls himself out of you, snapping his hips quickly back in place. The feeling of not being in you, torturing him to the point of a quick return. Grabbing onto his ass, you pull him more into your depths. Pleasure wraps you into a cocoon with every roll of his body into yours. Had it been so long or was this really that great? You’re guessing it is that great because immediately you're dumb off him.

Your vision is blurry with anything that doesn’t involve this moment. Hell is happening in the forest. The demons of winter come out as reinforcements for Jack, but inside is the brightness and warmth that winter can have. The Spirit of Christmas being reborn, and coming into its own power. Sobbing out his name when a crash of lightning rockets the most intense pleasure in your body, and Steve halts his movements to stare at you.

“What was that?” He smiles down at you.

“I wanna ride you,” you knew Steve was a strong man, but the ability he has to lift you up without leaving your warmth. He walks you over to the couch. Sitting down, and immediately you start bouncing on him. Bringing his hands to your chest, letting him knead the spheres, while you ride him. Pressing your forehead against his. Breathing in his smoky scent. Fusing the two of you together for all eternity.

Breathing so deeply you see stars, and you crash your lips into his like your life depends on it. Swallowing all his moans, and all his sweet pleasure. Because each of you owns that. You’re claiming the other’s euphoria as your own.

“Son of a bitch!” Jack curses. Looking up to the sky when another crash of lighting lights up the cabin and your silhouette. “Such a fucking whore!” He kicks a tree, knocking it down to the forest floor. Bringing other trees with it, creating so much chaos, and you don’t falter your movements. You hear nothing.

“No! Nonononono!!!”

His eyes turn to pure ice. Gathering up all the cold he can muster until a figure lands in front of him, punching him in the chest. “That’s enough of that,” he cracks his neck as he looks to the cabin. Another round of lightning illuminating the two of you.

“You get off on watching your ex? I’m sure her father wouldn’t think too kindly of this temper tantrum.”

“Why are you here?” Jack grunts, and crawls out of the snowflakes. He glares at the head of the soldiers of winter. He’d known where you were all along. Of course he did.

“Well, I am her personal bodyguard, and your time is up. You’ve extended winter, were told to cut it out, and now you’re sorely pissing me off by making this storm, and more damn snow. She doesn’t realize you’re even out here, you know why, don’t cha?” Jack glares up at the tall soldier. His eyes are nearly as icy and cold as his own.

“There’s nothing you can do now. You chased her right into the arm of her mate,” it’s the very thing Jack has been refusing to admit. To see. The reason he was trying to break into the cabin, and stop this foolishness. You belonged to him, and instead, just like the whore you were, were spreading your legs for an idiot.

“He’s a mortal!” Jack growls. He bounces up, and stands nose to nose with the soldier. “He’s nothing. He’s not good enough for her! She belongs to me, and I will destroy him!”

“Are you threatening the Spirit of Christmas’ mate?” Jack doesn’t back down, but the soldier sees in his eyes the fear. “You’re already on probation. You were supposed to return north.”

“And what about her!” He shouts, and it isn’t lighting that lights up the house, but something else entirely. A warm glow encapsulates you and Steve, and the soldier grimaces as both of you scream out in pleasure. And the glow remains, and all anyone can see is you two sharing breaths.

“It’s done. You can’t fake that, and he’s not ready. They have seasons to get through. And nowhere does it say she belongs north. You do. So get your ass back where it belongs, and deal with your consequences. She wasn’t ever for you. You dulled her light. You were with her for years, and never could produce an heir. Because she wasn’t yours!”

“You’re playing the old man’s politics again, soldier. It doesn’t look good on you,” Jack cocks up an eyebrow, but the soldier knocks him again, sending him to the icy floor. “Would you stop?” Jack had forgotten how deadly the soldier could be.

“Go home.”

“I don’t want to. I have business to attend to.”

“Go home!”

“She is mine!”

“She’s been fucking claimed, you creep. Do you see that glow? Do you see the two of them wrapped in it? If you stayed in contact with the boss you would have known,” the soldier looks back to the cabin, and still that glow radiates around the two of you. Growing brighter. Warmer.

Jack rolls his eyes as he starts to walk deeper into the woods. “The fucking cat again?”

“She’s not an ordinary cat. You hate her because she’s never liked you. Kris just tolerated you because he thought you made Holly happy. And you’re not walking that way,” Jack freezes, and spins around to glare at him. “You’re coming directly with me. The boss wants a private word with you, and I’d meet with him. You’d hate to be demoted. Again.”

Jack’s full arm points towards the cabin. Annoyed that the soldier is ignoring you laying down with a mere mortal. Hadn’t even let him slip out of you. The two of you were sickeningly just staring at each other, “Now that you’re gone, those two will have some peace and quiet, and she can go outside, and enjoy the snowflakes, like she’s supposed to,” Jack grunts again, but the soldier grabs his arm roughly, and they disappear with a flicker.

You tremble in Steve’s arms, but his soothing hands on your back calm you slightly. That was new. All of it was new. Like you’d never had sex before. Nothing has ever been or felt like that, “That was magical,” he pants, looking across your glistening skin. He starts ghosting his lips over your shoulder. Looking so beautiful, the most beautiful person you’ve ever seen.

You should tell him. You should tell him everything, but you can’t. You’re terrified that he will run. You just need more time. Let him see you in your element. Unafraid of the outdoors. Missy meows loudly, and you jerk your head towards her. He was gone. But he was here. Lifting up Steve’s hands to your mouth, you kiss his knuckles, “Winter’s over.”

“Holly it was brewing a blizzard earlier. Winter isn’t over.”

“If you say so,” you know deep down inside of you that winter is over. He’d returned. Somehow you just know that this snow wouldn’t last. By tomorrow afternoon, you’d see a patch of earth, maybe even some green. His power couldn’t hold the winter any longer. It had overstayed its welcome, and now spring can prevail. And you can join Steve outside tomorrow. A new adventure awaits.

“How does this work?” He asks, kissing around your neck, and you hum in question. “Are you on anything? Are we taking a gamble here?”

“Are you asking about pregnancy?”

“Yeah,” he looks up at you confused, and you give him a sweet smile. “I’m not opposed, but it’s very early,” you couldn’t tell him that your window with pregnancy was during a true winter. While not impossible, it is extremely unlikely to happen.

“I’m not, but after this time, maybe we should be more careful,” you see what he’s thinking. He didn’t have a supply of condoms with him. “Just pull out. I trust you,” you pull him in for a sweet kiss, you’d never tire of this.

“Are you worried about your ex?” You shake your head no. Jack could never hurt you again. Well, almost never. At least his powers would be drained until next winter. “Are you going to come outside and build a snowman with me tomorrow?”

“He’ll probably be a teeny tiny snowman,” you didn’t have the heart to tell him that snow outside was not going to last. You didn’t want to terrify the man. Leave him with more questions before he ever works through his feelings with you.

“Are you okay?” He asks, and you smile, kissing him as you answer yes. “Okay. Me, too.”

And everything would be okay. Everything is going to be okay.

“You girls stay away from the cows!” Steve yells over to Mistletoe and Sugar Cookie. Giving the two of them a disapproving look because Missy wants to play. He clears his throat when the stubborn cat takes another step towards the cows.

“Steve,” you giggle trying to pull him back down to the blanket. “Just sit back down. Leave them alone. The cows enjoy the attention,” you always let them get away with everything. “Here. What do you think of this?”

“Everything you make tastes delicious,” he says with a grunt, falling down onto the blanket, but more importantly onto you. Your cheeks heat up with unashamed happiness as he starts nipping on your neck. His body crawls more on top of you, and you playfully try to get him off.

“Steve! We’ve got to eat.”

“Mmm, I’d rather be eating you.”

“I’m sure you would,” your voice darkens, and Steve jumps off you. Sitting up straight, and starts to pick at the fruit in the picnic basket. “No, that's not fair!”

“If you don’t want me to eat you, then I’ll eat these grapes. I can think of something so much sweater,” he’d been insatiable. So had you. You wanted to try and get some fresh air that didn’t include washing the sheets again.

You groan, falling onto the blanket, and in his lab. “What cha doing?” He asks, looking more like a schoolboy than the sex fiend he is. As much as you love winter and the snow, seeing Steve’s arms exposed in that stupidly tight shirt, and his freckles start to pop out over his nose is amazing. You’ve loved the seasons for their own beauty, but Steve is adding to that beauty. He is beautiful.

You discover something new about him everyday. Every hour, you learn a new story of his, or find a mark on his body, a new move he’s used on you, a new way to make him climax, a new facial expression when you tell a corny joke. It didn’t matter, you just wanted to soak every part of him up. So much newness and you thought you were learning about him when you were just friends in a cabin.

“Winter would have been miserable without you,” he pops another grape into his mouth before he looks down at you. “I’m serious.”

“Are you talking about me or my cock?” You roll your eyes at him. Did he seriously forget the months that you were just cuddling?

“You’re such a teenager! I am talking about you,” his cheeks turn rosy as he looks across the property, avoiding your gaze, and you can’t look at the beauty here, because you’re struck on him. He is far more beautiful than any forest.

“Stop staring,” he giggles, staring down the road that leads to his cabin that he’s never returned to. Well, to stay in. The two of you did bring his clothes here. “I think we should go visit your folks,” he says nonchalantly. Still refusing to meet your eyes. He’s so embarrassed, and it’s adorable.

“I don’t know if you’re ready to meet them.”

“Why not?” He looks down at you accusatory. “I’m fun. And cute. And you love — spending time with me,” holy shit. He knows. He knows but is afraid to say it. It’s more endearing in a way. “Why?”

“It’s complicated. My dad is kinda famous.”

“A famous delivery man? Okay. So you’re not ashamed of me?” You gasp, clutching your nonexistent pearls. “Okay, I’ll take that as you’re not ashamed. So when do I get to meet them?”

“You really want to?” He gives a smile, nodding his head as he lifts you up from his lap. Holding you almost like a doll as he kisses your lips over and over again. “Okay okay! But you have to have an open mind, and you can’t judge. Judging kills the — essence.”

“I don’t even know what that means.”

“My dad kinda runs on people believing in him,” you cringe, trying to come up with a way to explain things. It’d probably work best with actually seeing it. Everyone believes when they see. “But he does tend to hibernate in spring. Maybe…maybe in fall? Give him some time to get ahead for the winter season.”

“I like these riddles,” he starts kissing you again. Pulling you on top of him as he lays back, his head in the grass and not on the blanket. “He’s a delivery man, he hibernates in spring, Christmas is his biggest season but it’s everyone’s in retail, he needs you to believe him so his ego must be a bit broken, and you flourish in winter. I get why you call yourself the Spirit of Christmas,” he had no idea…

And you didn’t call yourself that. That was a title bestowed to you. But for the first time in your life, you feel like you deserve it. The joy that wraps around your heart with just the simplest of acts makes you feel all warm and fuzzy. Like roasting the most decadent marshmallows.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 5

Summary:  Things did not go well for Jack, and things went great for you and Nick

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  language, discussions about cheating, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spitting, choking, multiple orgasms, implied dumbification, implied objectification, cocky!Nick Fowler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.8K

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Nervously you busy yourself, doing anything, before Jack arrives to pick up Finn.  Had swept the house multiple times.  Vacuumed and vacuumed again.  Mopped until you were light headed from the cleaning supplies, and still you couldn’t sit still.  A constant beating and banging of Finn’s drums, and honestly it makes you want to scream.  Thrilled when Jack just walks into the house without knocking.

Walking into the kitchen to see you unloading the dishwasher.  Again.  He takes a deep breath, and dramatically coughs at the lingering clean smell, before sitting down at the bar, “What’s the deal with the cleaning?”

“I’m getting the stench of loneliness out of this house,” you answer shortly.  Continuing about your business.

Jack’s finger taps on the counter, hissing through his teeth.  “Can we talk?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?”

“No, I say something, and you snap back.  That’s different.”

“Well, what do you want me to say Jack?” You go to make a cup of coffee, and Jack walks over to you, pointing at the stools.  “What do you want?”

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee,” while you roll your eyes, he moves around to the machine, and spins on his heels to stare at you.  “I messed up.”

“Mhmm.  We established that nearly a year ago.”

“Can we go back to sessions?” You shake your head no, but his face doesn’t change from his determination.  “Why?”

“We tried Jack.  I tried.  While I was trying you were getting text messages at three o’clock in the morning from that woman.  Doesn’t take a genius to figure out your late night bootie calls.  So while I’m at home asleep, with your son upstairs, you’re getting your dick wet with some whore that you promised you would never speak to again.  So why should we go back to therapy?  I filed for divorce.  You were served.  I’m done.”

He grimaces a moment before he blurts out, “I never had sex her.”

“Oh?  So what were you doing?”

“Talking.  That’s it.”

“Hmm, you know, I think I liked the idea of you having meaningless sex better.  But I guess if you can talk to her instead of me, it wouldn’t be meaningless would it?  You developed feelings for her.”

“I deserve that,” he chokes out, turning around to grab the creamer from the fridge.  “I should have stopped.  She works at the DA’s office, and…it was mostly business because I feel I can’t talk to you about things from work.”

“Oh my god!  Jack, you’re telling me that she’s always going to be in your life?  This is great.  And you let her around my son.”

“You had Dean around our son.”

He slides the mug over to you, starting his own cup, but you can only angrily stare at the mug, it was the perfect shade of brown.  It smelled divine, and you hated that Jack knew how to make your perfect cup of coffee.  “Is this what this is about?  You saw me with Dean.”

“I saw Dean groping you on a Ferris wheel.  Cal had to stand in front of Finn so he would see what a disappointment…”

“Say it.  I’m a disappointment?  You can risk your marriage for some bitch that you’re not even fucking.  And the minute that I get out and go on a date, I’m the disappointment.  Which, by the way, we weren’t even together.  Just because your indiscretions went unseen by Finn doesn’t mean that you’re the innocent party.  I didn’t know you were going to be at the fair.  And if I recall, Dean wasn’t the first one to grope me on a Ferris wheel.  So is Dean your problem?  Because I’m at a loss here?”

“Do you have a date with him tonight?” You snort, shaking your head no.  “This weekend at all?”

“No.  I’m not dating Dean.  Not that it’s any of your concern.  Is that all?”

“Why him?  He’s Finn’s teacher, and…why him?”

“Is this because he’s Finn’s teacher or does it bother you that he was my first love?” Jack shrugs, unsure how to answer.  He didn’t know if it was Dean in general that got under his skin, because who Dean was to you, or the fact he was in too close a vicinity to Finn.

“Remember when I told you I was okay?  Before the arguing really started, I just shut down.  Then you were gone and didn’t come home until four or five in the morning.  And one time I had to take our son to the ER because his fever skyrocketed, and I couldn’t wake him up, and I couldn’t reach you?  My son was so feverish he was unconscious in my arms,” Jack has to look away from you.  He was ashamed that he chose someone else’s time over his family that needed him.  It was the reason that he now made time to be with Finn as much as possible.  

“Work, and this woman took you away from the two people you claimed to love above all else.  Our son was in the hospital, and I didn’t get in touch with you until his fever dropped.  He needed you.  I needed you, but you were unavailable to us, because of her,” you slap your hand on the counter, getting upset at how utterly alone you felt then.  How you couldn’t help but wonder what would Jack do if he were there.  Instead, you watched over your baby who had finally broken his fever, and still you were alone.  Comforting him, but not having the support that you needed.

“I realized something then.  I realized I lost myself.  I was a hairdresser.  I was Jack’s wife, and I was Finn’s mom.  But I wasn’t me.  It became painfully clear that instead of your partner, I became your live-in maid and babysitter that would sometimes share the comfort of your embrace.  Sometimes I was used as wet flesh for you.  And yes, I pushed for us to have a baby because you were so good when Finn was a baby.  I had all of you.  I thought by having a baby I would get that back, and you stop with your tomfoolery.  And you refused, so I refused to let you just fuck me.  Because Jack, that’s what it was.  There was none of that passion that we used to have.  There was none of the kissing or the holding each other.  It was the gripping and pounding every fucking time.  And I couldn't bring the Jack that I love back.  That’s why I needed to separate from you.  I couldn’t play these draining mind games I was having with myself.  You move out and came here every night.  Every night we had us back, and every morning you left and I had to wake our son and get him ready for school.  I always get the hard part.  You get to be the fun dad.  And you blamed me when I got jealous of you getting to have fun with our son.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he shakes his head rapidly, trying to reach towards you.  “It’s too late,” the two of you caught up in your emotions don’t realize that Finn had stopped beating on his drums.  He places a hand on your hip, and you jerk it off.  “No.  I am done being the one that loved the most in our relationship.  There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for us, but I can’t do this.  I won’t go back to feeling like a prisoner in our home and our relationship.  I can’t do that.  I need to find me.”

“Sharkie, please.”

“No!  Don’t you fucking use that name with me, Jack.  You lost the privilege when you chose someone else,” he tries to hug you, but you push him off of you again, “No.  Stop it!”

“Mom?” Finn squeaks out, and you spin around and away from him, trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, while Jack steps away from you.  “Dad, is mom okay?”

“She’s fine, buddy.  Go get your things,” not listening to his dad, he walks behind you, and gives you a big hug.  Squishing his face up against your back before he goes back upstairs.  You don’t even let Jack get out your name before you’re walking away from him.  “Wait.”

“I’m not talking about this.  You should have talked while we were in therapy.  Things might be different.  Have a good weekend,” you wait at the bottom of the stairs, giving Finn a big hug and kiss, watching only him as they leave.  Going into your bedroom, you lay down.  There was enough time to take a nap before you called Nick.  You just needed a moment.

Jack is too focused on the road.  Usually he made jokes with his son, or would poke at him.  He does nothing.  Finn looks over at his dad, and crosses his arms over his chest, “Why did you make mom cry?”

“I made her cry?  Why would you say that?”

“You were in there.  And she was crying,” Jack shakes his head no, looking out at the road before him.  “You’re lying.  You always make her cry.  Every night.”

“What?  Finn, no…no, your mom and I…”

“You fight.”

“Argue.”

“And it hurts her feelings.  She only cries when she talks to you.  I miss when you both were happy, and together.  Don’t you?  You came home and tucked me in.  If you couldn’t we would FaceTime, and mom left smiling, still talking to you.  She loves you, and you…do you love her?”

“Finn,” Jack has to stop his words, while he tries to hold the tears in his eyes.  Not wanting to make this a bigger deal in front of Finn.  It was a huge deal, but you both decided he didn’t need to know everything.  “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you.  She still sleeps in your shirts.  Still sometimes sets the table and puts a plate in front of your chair.  She holds a pillow when she watches TV.  She doesn’t sleep.  Do you do those things like she does?  And if she misses you so much, why can’t you just come home?  I don’t want you sleeping on the couch this Christmas.”

Jack pulls into the apartment complex and turns to look at him, “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you.”

“I just don’t show my love the same way she does,” Finn rolls his eyes, and opens up his door.  Needing to get out of the car, and away from him.  “Finn.  Buddy stop.  Why are you so upset?”

“Why did Coach Winchester ask how mom was doing?  He asked if you were living back at the house.  Why?  He was at the fair with mom wasn’t he?  Is she going to see him now?  I wanna go home.  I don’t want her with him.  I want her with you.  Take me home!” He pushes his face up against his dad’s chest, while Jack tries to think of the best way to deal with Dean.

Dean should have never involved his son in any of this.  Much less allude to them dating.  Jack just pets his son’s fluffy hair.  “Buddy, it’s my weekend.”

“Stay in the guest bedroom.  I don’t want him to be with her.”

“He’s not.  He’s just majorly overstepping his boundary because he thinks he knows your mom. I’ll make sure that your mom knows, and we’ll let her take care of everything, and if he asks you anything else about your mother, I need to know, okay?” Finn gives him a pitiful nod of his head, and Jack pulls him along to the apartment.  

“Uncle Cal and Uncle TJ are coming over for some pizza and beer.”

“You mean I get root beer, TJ drinks that nasty static water, and you and Cal drink beer?” Jack laughs, answering with a yep.  “Can we play Mario Kart or Mario Party this time?”

“Yes, this time you get to pick out the games, movies, and snacks, okay?”

“Good because you guys suck,” Jack ruffles his son's hair, and gently pushes him into the apartment.  Trying to take a deep breath and reflect on everything that was said in a short amount of time.  He had already determined he was going to do whatever he could to get you back, and while everything you and Finn had told him hurt like hell, he still wasn’t ready to give up.  It just made him face the reality of how he made you feel.

“Nice place you got here,” Nick says walking through the door.  Looking around the living room before his eyes gaze up and down your body.  “Where to my lady?”

“Maybe,” you start as his mouth attaches to your neck.  His hands roam down your body, and you lead the way to the room.  “Maybe let’s not make this sound so gross and…transactional.”

“Are you wanting to fuck me and that’s it?  Or you wanting to date me?” You bite at your lip stopping at the door, “That’s what I thought.  Listen, I’m okay with the casual hookup.  A weekend long sex marathon, whatever.  I’m less inclined with the dating scene.  Let’s face it, you chose me to piss Jack off.  And I’m okay with pissing him off, because I’d like to piss him off myself.  So maybe if we can get to the foreplay so I can make you forget how you’ve officially filed for divorce and stop with this silly nonsense.”

Opening the door, Nick looks around, and then turns back to you, “This big house, and that’s the master bedroom?”

“This is the guest room.”

“Rolling out the red carpet for me, huh?  What’s wrong with your actual bedroom?” Your eyes go to the floor, and you lose confidence.  This was a bad idea.  He had no right to be in your home.  And you didn’t want another man in your bed that you shared with Jack.  With his fingers, he lifts your chin up, making you look at him.  “You don’t have to explain.  What about the table?”

“My kid eats there.”

“The couch?  Right, kid.  I would suggest the stairs, but your kid walks down them,” he lifts you up, pinning you against the wall.  Those skilled and sinful lips start kissing and sucking on your neck.  “This wall okay?”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“When was the last time anyone made you feel good?  Just you.  Not you trying to get themselves off, but made you feel like the only one in the room.  Fucked you so hard that you forget about all those ugly things in your brain.  You become mush, and pliant.  This guest room is perfect.  But I’m going to enjoy softening you up on this wall.”

Every whispered word comes out raw on your neck.  A warm tingly feeling courses through your veins, and your body starts moving on its own accord.  Slightly running your sweltering core over Nick’s stomach.  He rips at your shirt, pulling it down enough, and attaches his mouth to your shoulder.  Kissing on your skin until a bruise forms on you.  

Even when you try to kiss him, he pushes your face away, “I said this was about you.”

“Why?”

“You look like you need to have your brains fucked out.  And if it’s good enough, do I get to stay all weekend?” His hand pushes past the elastic of your leggings moaning when he feels how slicked up you are.  Pressing his finger against your bundle of nerves, still letting you hunch on him.

“You need this,” he walks you into the spare bedroom, never moving you off his body, and crawls the two of you on the bed.  You start pulling down your leggings, and Nick shoves two fingers in your cunt.  Slowly pumping into you before adding a third finger.  “She likes being stretched, huh?” He notes as you move your hands to your tits. Tweaking your own nipples, while Nick enjoys your body’s reactions.  Even in just a shirt, you were enjoying discovering your body again.

You were shaping up to be everything he always thought you were.  Jack hadn’t dulled your light too much.  You were sure of yourself, and what you liked.  Even started slamming your body on his fingers.  Holding still he lets you enjoy yourself.  Using his fingers to make yourself feel good.  Your juices drip into his palm, and he can’t believe his luck.  You were responsive.  A neglected sex goddess.

Curling his fingers, he fucks into you.  Your voice sings out when he hits your special spot.  Pressing down on your stomach, he starts pushing into your warmth with a heated fervor.  You reach behind, and cling to the headboard, as you moan.  Body lifting off the bed, as your tummy heats up.  Pleasure you hadn’t felt in years builds up, and you want to hang on.  Let him push you past the limits that you set for yourself.  Letting Nick dominate your pussy.  

Your toes curl up, and you nearly lift off the bed.  Bending your back to a harsh angle as juices gush out of your body.  Nick keeps going.  Smirking at you when he pushes down on your stomach harder, and you scream.  Gritting your teeth as you squirt once more.  Trying to say thank you, but it was more of a grunt.  

Removing his fingers, he lets your body settle back down, but he buries himself in between your thighs.  Slurping up all your juices, and when you try and push him off because the pleasure was almost blinding, he just goes harder.  Sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth, giving it a tiny nibble as your walls start crumbling down.  

Nick pulls back enough to lick up your juices.  Those bright eyes smiling up at you from your cunt.  Making sure that you hear every salacious sound, turning his face to the side, he wipes your slick on your thighs.  Lifting up to sit on his heels, and he gives you a dopey smile.  “You good?  Or do you need more?”

“More!”

“What do you want, hmm?” Your eyes flick down to the tent in his pants, and you whimper.  Nick was blessed, and he seemed to know exactly how to use his gifts.  You were too far gone, and needed to see what else he could do.  “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you giving me permission to do whatever the fuck I want to your body.”

“With a condom.”

“Of course, safety first.  Now, I know your best friend is with Jack.  He came by the station for something, and said he would see him this weekend.  You’re going to be all alone.  What are you going to do?”

“Are you asking to stay all weekend?” He slowly unbuttons his shirt, and you gaze down at his body.  He looked like he was carved from marble.  He gives you a quick shrug, and looks down at your throbbing pussy.  You wanted it.  After today you needed it all  weekend.  You needed to forget.  Desiring nothing more than to push away the despair that you felt deep in your chest.  You felt it was truly over, and there was nothing that could save you and Jack, so why not let him give you a mindless weekend?

“I could make you my own personal fuckdoll for the weekend.  Use you for my pleasure, but if you think I’m talented with my tongue, you’ve not seen anything,” his pants were undone, but he wanted you to wait.  

Leaning over you, making you feel his hardened cock on your weeping cunt, he fully rips off your shirt.  “There’s no need for clothes.  We’ll have food delivered, and then I’ll walk away, and we forget this ever happened.  I never stay long.”

“Just until Jack calls to bring Finn back.  And!” He cocks up an eyebrow, waiting to see what stipulation you come up with.  “You have to make me pass out.”

“Oh, darling, are you hurting that bad?” Even though you smile, it never reaches your eyes.  Still hovering over your body, he starts kissing on your skin. Making a trail of bruises along your collarbone, while he rolls his hips into you.  “If I make you pass out, you become my dumb baby the rest of the weekend?”

“Yes,” you whine, palming him over his pants.  “Yes, you make me pass out.  I’m yours all weekend.”

He sits back, and quickly reaches into his pocket, grabbing out a foil packet, and tears it with his teeth.  Spitting the small part out with a puff of air.  It was like watching a ballet the way he finished undressing, and rolls the condom on his long cock.  Everything was so precise, and almost beautiful.  You had never found the action of putting on a condom to be sexy, but he was proving you wrong.  

Jerking you down to him, he spits down at your puffy and spread pussy.  Rubbing on your swollen clit, before slapping it a few times, making your body jolt with excitment.  In one swift motion, he pushes into your tight channel, not stopping even when he’s fully entered.   Pulling back out, he starts rolling his length into you.  Much too slow and steady of a pace for you at the moment, “Harder.”

“You want harder for the first time?”

“I said, harder,” you growl, grabbing ahold of his tight ass, shoving him even deeper into you.  He grabs your legs and lifts them up.  Putting them in the same direction as your head.  Vigorously fucking into you, and you mewl out his name.  The prettiest and most desperate sounds spew out of your mouth, and he goes harder.  “Yeah!  Yeah!”

“Oh, you’re going to be bruised and sore when this weekend is done.”

“Give it to me.  And Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” letting your legs rest on his shoulders, he grabs onto your hands on the headboard, “So you into choking?  Can I choke you?  Or are you going to swallow my spit?”

“Just fuck me!  Ahh!” He was hitting all the right spots, even if he did talk a lot.  Demanding your body, much like he demanded a room.  Nick was cocky for a reason, and you couldn’t wait to find all those reasons.  “I’m gonna cum.”

“I can tell.  Fuck!  Got me in a fucking vice grip.  Go on.  Let’s see how many times you cum before you pass out,” as your walls flutter around you, he removes one hand to grip to your neck.  Adding a bit more pressure, until you pussy clenches down on him, and he releases you.  “There’s one.”

You give Nick a dopey smile as he feasts on your cunt.  He seemed to favor this the most.  Running your fingers through his hairs as you bite your lip.  His scratchy beard and tongue had made you raw in the best way.  You had convinced Jack to keep Finn Sunday night and just take him on to school Monday easily.

And this is how you woke up.  With Nick dragging your body down the soiled bed, and shoving his mouth into your worn cunt while he kneeled in the floor.  He kept his promise of keeping you dumb.  It was the most peaceful weekend you could remember in months.  

His tongue enters into your sore pussy, while his nose stimulates your clit.  You were wrecked in the best possible way.  Thankful to have Mondays off, so you could enjoy this.  Condom wrappers were discarded throughout the floor, and after a long nap, you knew this room needed the deepest of cleans, but right now it was just Nick drowning in your juices.

You give his damp hair a quick tug at the roots, clearly, he had already showered.  Your fingers run up the back of his head, putting him as close to you as possible.  His hands were fondling your tits.  Pinching at your nipples when the spring in your tummy winds up.  The number of times you had came this weekend was unknown.  The amount of times you passed out was a mystery.  But right now that sweet high runs through your body, and a bright light blinds you momentarily.  Waking up only for Nick to run his tongue up your slit.  Gathering all your sweet honey, and moaning with satisfaction..

“If ever you need to forget, you’ve got my number,” he smirks as he struts out of your house.  You breathe harshly for a moment.  Letting your body come down from your high, before closing up the room that stenched of filthy sex.  Walking into your own where you grab one of Jack’s shirts, and carry it into the bathroom.  You needed a soaking hot bath to ease your aching muscles, and aspirin.  

You weren’t sure if now you felt better or worse.  Feeling as if you crossed a line with one of Jack’s co-workers.  You dip your body into the warm water slowly, groaning until your ass hits the bottom.  Leaning back, and sighing.  At this moment.  You really didn’t care.

——

Jack watches Nick as he struts into the precinct break room.  Getting unnecessarily close to him to make coffee, when Jack smells it.  A mixture of your favorite shampoo, and the undeniable scent of you.  He had left it on himself plenty of times to know.  Nick brings the mug up to his mouth with a smirk, giving Jack a wink.

“Fowler,” Cal nods his head to get his own coffee.  “How was your weekend?”

“It was rough.  I stayed in the house all day, soaking wet.”

“You do a new workout?” Cal asks, grabbing out a water bottle.

“Oh, I was definitely working something out.  All weekend long,” he sticks his finger in his mouth, and pulls it out with a pop.  “Still taste that sweet honey on my fingers.  Of course.  My fingers were very busy, having them in the honey pot over and over again.”

“You son of a bitch,” Jack growls out.

“What?  Is there something wrong?  Did I say something?”

“That’s why she wanted Finn to stay another night?” He slams his mug in the sink, and it shatters into thousands of pieces.  “You tell her how you like to brag about your sexual conquests?”

“It’s just sex.  Just hot, wet, throbbing, trembling, screaming, squirting flesh,” Jack lurches towards Nick, but Cal wraps his arms around his whole body.

“Jack, he’s an asshole,” Nick chuckles as he walks out the room, and Jack attempts to push Cal off of him.  “That’s not gonna work, you realize that, yes?”

“Get off me!”

“You almost punched your colleague.  Jack, the divorce is in the system.  She didn’t do anything wrong.  If she feels the need to sleep with a loser that won’t ever walk through her door again, that’s her prerogative.”

“It’s my fault,” Cal nods his head, grimacing, “No…we got in a fight when I picked up Finn.  She told me she was done.”

“Let her be done,” Jack shakes his head no, still refusing to even let that be an option.  “Then let her explore this time.  Maybe she needed it,” Jack looks up at Cal growling, and he backtracks.  You didn’t need Nick.  “If you want her, it’ll take more than telling her.  It’ll take time.”

“Finn says she still sleeps in my shirts.  What am I supposed to do with that?  I can’t…I can’t shake the feeling this is really it.”

“You want her back?  Work for it.  What did you do, agree to therapy after the divorce was filed?  It should have been your chance to make it work to begin with.  It’ll take more than that, and you know.  Expect more of these one off guys, buddy.  She’s turning into a buck wild woman again, and if she’s still sleeping in your shirts, maybe she’s trying to convince herself she doesn’t love you.  But you gotta work.  And work hard if you want to be with her.  Get ready for the ride of your life.  Because that’s two men you know she’s slept with.  Deal with it the best you can, but don’t give Nick what he wants.  He’s been hard up on her for a long time.”

“She didn’t want me to call her Sharkie,” Jack looks down at the floor, giving the disgusting wood a few taps with his boot.

“Jack, that’s your nickname for her from your first…hell, your first time sleeping with her.  That name represents the best part of your relationship.  Of course she doesn’t want you to call her that.  It hurts her.  Now, go clean up that mess, we’ve got paperwork to do.  And by we, I mean you.  You need your mind busy.  You’re gonna need that for a while,” Cal leaves Jack to clean up his coffee mug shards, but all he can do is picture you alone in your once shared bed, holding his pillow, and wearing his shirt.  If Finn saw you like that, it was true, and that hurt him more than anything.

The reality of just how much he had hurt you was becoming stifling to him.  He didn’t deserve you, and yet, he wanted to prove at least to himself that he tried.  Try to be the man that you deserve.  And tried with everything he could to get his family back.  He had to.  But he also knew Cal was right.  And your dates had only just begun.  And he hoped that this was the last one he knew about.  Because he couldn’t handle flashes of their hands on your body, the same body that he once called his.  

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Jack O'Malley Moodboard Event!

I'm going to do at least five moodboards, and will start posting them tomorrow. And since we love the wheels 🤭

You choose whatever combination that you want, spin the wheel, and send it in an ask with what you got. Like always I'll do a blurb on the story and create the moodboard. Jack will be the main male character, but if you want an addition to that, spin the wheel for a

Sebastion Character, Chris Character, Henry/Jensen/Charlie Character

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Every Other Weekend, In the Beginning

Summary:  You and Jack instantly connect

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, unprotected sex, pull out, squirting, unexpected pregnancy, mentions of an abortion, sweet!Jack, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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A/N:  so I got an ask about Jack and reader in the beginning, and this was originally going to be a drabble...but it didn’t turn out to be.  These two are something else, but at least it gives you an insight as to what they’re fighting for, and their sweetest stage of the beginning of the relationship.

*dividers created by @firefly-graphics​

You take a sip of your beer as your eyes roam the bar, dumped again by a jerk who wasn’t worth your time, but now here you sit on a Friday night with your best friend TJ scoping out the bar, “Why are we here?” You whine looking up at him.

“You said you wanted to get laid.”

“Did not,” before you can even pout, TJ covers your face with his hand. Already spotting a man he had been eyeing again.

“Being seen with you is not helping my game.”

“Fine, then leave me,” he turns, looking at you, narrowing his eyes, and starts shaking his head. “We came here for me to find someone as desperate as me to have sex, and go on about our lives, but now you’re eye fucking some hot man at the bar.”

“Guilt tripping?”

“Yep,” you answer, popping the p. “Find me a man.”

“That one,” he points out quickly, and you turn to glare at him. He wasn’t your type at all. “Are you looking to get fucked or looking to get married?”

“Why not both?”

“No!” He playfully bonks you on the head. “You don’t marry the first guy you see at a bar.”

“I’m not interested in the first guy. Find me another,” you look back at the bar to see the man you actually were sizing up. He was just your type. A bit rugged, drank beer, boots, leather, and one that kept looking back at you. Confused as to why you were checking him out when you clearly had a man with you.

“Fine, then why don’t you go talk to Mr. Mysterious and his giant friend.”

“I am not interested in the giant friend.”

“No, you’re interested in a man that looks like he has ten layers on,” you give him a whack to his arm, but look the man up and down again. You couldn’t see, but it looked like he had a cute ass. He gives a stretch, and another look over at you before his friend and him go over to the pool tables. “Don’t look at his ass.”

“A good ass is the way to my heart,” you respond, lifting up off your chair, and yes, a perfectly rounded tush. “I want that.”

“Go get that. One night,” getting in front of you, TJ puts both hands on your shoulder, “I know you. One night.”

“Or…”

“No! Down girl. One night.”

“I was going to say, all night, next morning, and all weekend,” he rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “TJ, you’re killing my game.”

“This…this is your problem. One night turns into you doing sweet things for them. Leaving your little crumbs that you were with them. I swear you wipe your pussy juice on their shit, because they can’t get enough of you. That or you're a freaky thing in bed, and quite frankly I don’t want to know which is correct. But then they chase you around, and you love it, but when you give them nothing in return, they retreat, and you chase, but it’s not fun for you, and your texting and calls happen less frequently until they break up with you.”

“Are you writing a book on my dating?” Slapping his hand on his face, he pulls it down. “That is not…no, I don’t do that. I don’t wipe my pussy juice on anything.”

“They become obsessed with you, until they don’t. Explain.”

“I would say that you could sleep with me, and find out, but I’m not your type,” you start walking away and over to the man with his giant friend.

“I tried! The thought of touching that made me vomit.”

“Shh,” you whisper as you get closer. Grabbing up a pool cue, and playing the dumb girl. TJ groans, because he’s seen this a few times as well. He sits down at the bar, ordering another drink for him, and a beer for you.

Just like clockwork, you pick out a cue, but somehow a few fall to the ground, “I’m sorry,” your whiney voice. He wasn’t going to fall for it. Even Daphne the bartender snickers watching the show. She’s seen it, too. “Oh,” you stop standing up as the man you had been ogling for an hour comes to your rescue. “Thank you. I’m such a clutz,” standing up you get to finally see his eyes, and he was exactly your type.

Bright, and almost innocent looking. “It’s okay. You play?”

“Yes,” TJ and Daphne answer together, but of course you shake your head no.

“I don’t even know how to stack the balls,” another play. Say things that could possibly turn into a crude twelve year old boy joke, make them sweat, while they try to be as polite as possible.

“Why hasn’t your boyfriend taught you?”

“Boyfriend?” You give him a smile, and look over at TJ, “That is my best friend. He’s gay. While he might be someone who I would go after, he’s been looking at that man right there,” thankfully you always knew when to help TJ out. Giving him the go ahead to leave you be.

“You wanna play with us?” Jack grabs a stick, and places it in your hand, “Seems you’re losing your best friend.”

“Will you teach me?” Daphne doesn’t even pop the top of your beer. You were in your zone. Jack timidly grabs your hand, and leads you to the table him and his friend were playing at. Introducing him as Callum, and nervously realizing he never got your name.

It’s easy to pretend you didn’t know what you were doing when Jack actually did know how to play. Jack wasn’t a dummy, though. He had caught you a few times slightly shaking your head at the plays that Cal had made. Well, if you wanted him close to you, he was going to make sure that you got what you wanted.

Leaning over your body completely, and holding your hand, every time it was your turn. His mouth was right at your neck as he whispers directions on what to do. His front was pressed completely to your back, and you could feel what he was hiding under those loose clothes. His arms were huge, and you had a desire to have them wrapped around your neck, or even ripping your legs apart.

Jack chuckles behind your ear, as his lips brush against your heated and tingly skin. You arch your back, and push your ass more into him, and he softly moans in your ear, “What’s wrong, Jack?”

“Nothing. Just,” his voice was silky, and the way he was speaking made a flood of slick rush to your core.

“How much have you had to drink?”

“Just a beer, why?”

You peek back at him after you hit the cue ball yourself. His eyes were just as black as your own. You were adults, and there was no need to deny your urges. “You could drive us to your place?”

“Yep,” he says quickly, standing up and looking at Callum, “I’m calling it a night,” he raises his eyebrows, while Cal looks between the two of you. His shoulders falling.

“We’re not finished yet.”

“Yeah, well, I’m tired. I’ll call you sometime tomorrow,” Cal watches as Jack pulls you towards the door, but TJ bolts to the exit, and stands there. “What?”

“I need an address. Real one. What is it that you do? I know karate, and know how to use a gun.”

Jack gives him his address, and pulls out his wallet. His ID shares the same address as he told TJ, and even shows his police badge, “There’s the badge number. You’re killing the mood.”

“As long as you’re not killing her, I really don’t care,” you can’t help but giggle at your overprotective bestie. Following Jack out to his car.

“How far away?”

“Ten minutes,” you give him a pout, but Jack reaches over, and lays your seat down a bit.

“What are you doing?” You squeak out.

“Since I’m so far away, how about you let me play with your pussy.”

“Oh!”

“I’m sorry…is this where this was going? If I misread all this, I am,” you unbutton your jeans, and slide your hand down your front, pulling it out to show Jack just how soaked you were, “How does it taste?”

Slipping your fingers in your mouth, you moan at your taste, “Good enough for me,” his hands dip under your pants, and for a man that had only just met you, he seemed to know what you liked. Teasing at your clit. Giving enough stimulation, but never too much. He didn’t want you to cum on his fingers, he selfishly only wanted his dick to feel you clench around him.

Both of you knew this was just a one night deal. You were aware that this wasn’t serious, but you enjoyed it. Your body rocks with his ministrations as he pulls into his garage. You looked almost too pretty like this to even want to get out of the car, until he finally pushes two fingers into your neglected hole. Pumping them in and out of you, and you were sensitive. Whimpering out his name, and your walls start to flutter. God, he hoped this wasn’t a quick encounter.

Grabbing at his hand, you pull him out of your pants, and bring his fingers to your mouth. Sucking off your arousal, before smiling at him, “I think you have something better than your fingers, huh?” Looking down at his jeans, he readjusts himself again, but he couldn’t hide how hard he was. “Show me the bedroom.”

Jack struggles to find the door handle, and helps you out. Your mouth slams onto his, while he walks backwards into his house. Pushing aside any item that was out of place with his foot, before the two of you were dropping onto the bed. Becoming a mess of sloppy kisses, wandering hands, and flying clothes until he was crawling over you.

Settling himself in between your thighs, and pushing them further apart with his legs. His tip runs up and down your slit as he gathers your slippery juices on his cock. One night stands were rarely this personable. He was staring only at you as he slowly enters into your wet heat. His cock stretched you out beautifully. He was thick, his mushroom tip guiding him deeper, and you could feel every ridge and vein on his cock as they sunk into your pussy.

It was like he was made for you, because he hit every spot inside of you. Picking up your hands he holds them over your head as he bottoms out. You let out a desperate moan, wrapping your legs around his waist, you pull him even closer, “Can’t get enough of me, huh?”

“I want to feel your entire weight on me,” he lets go of your hands, and holds himself up with his forearms. Slowly pulling himself out completely, before he drills back into you. Making you yip as his tip grazes your cervix. Leaning down he gives you a filthy kiss while his thrusts become harder. His speed picks up, but still he wants to take time with you. Watching every change your face makes as you slip into pure unadulterated pleasure.

Fingers grip tight to his back as your jaw goes slack, letting him feel every heated breath coming out of you. You scream out his name as your walls clench down tight around him. His hips push him deeper into your weeping cunt, until the dam breaks, and you gush on him. Throwing your head back as a deep guttural moan releases from the both of you. You don’t want him to pull out, but you know you should.

He pulls out and barely makes it with his spunk coating your mound, and he lays his forehead on yours, panting. “You want me to call a cab?”

“Shh,” he whispers. “Shh, just…shh,” Jack doesn’t want you going anywhere. He wants to keep you here all night. “When I get horny again, can…”

“Please?” He chuckles at your answer, and leans back to look at you. His calloused fingers pet over your face.

“Where did you come from?”

“The bar.”

“Well, how about you stay here tonight,” he pulls himself off of you, and his naked ass walks into the bathroom, and you still think he has the cutest tush. Coming back with a cloth where he cleans himself off you. “And when one of us gets horny, just, have at it?”

“Just for tonight?”

“You want to make this a regular thing, Sharkie?” You curl your nose up looking at him. “What? You want me to believe you didn’t actually know how to play pool? Even the bartender was laughing at you. You gonna play me and leave, Pool Sharkie?”

“Never.”

Callum follows Jack out to his car, and gets in, and immediately starts laughing, “What?” He asks as Callum lifts up a pair of your panties, “Yeah, about that…I have no explanation.”

“You see her every night?”

“When you get to spend most of the night fucking, yeah. Yeah, she can come over whenever she wants to.”

“And you go see her?” He asks, holding your lacy underwear up with two fingers before Jack swipes them from him, tucking them safely in his pocket.

“TJ prefers her to be here at my place. He says we're loud,” Callum slaps at his partner's shoulder laughing. “What?”

“You’re falling for the girl.”

“I’m falling for her pussy.”

“You’ve been drunk fucking her.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jack scowls looking at Callum, who shrugs his shoulders. “No, spill it.”

“I’m sure Mrs. O’Malley would love to hear that her alter boy was fucking a townie every night. Unprotected?”

“Man, shut up. I pull out.”

You pace around the bathroom, while TJ just stares at the test. Waiting for anything to change, “Have you ever heard of condoms?”

“Yes, Teej. Things just…happened. He pulls out.”

“Yeah, well, your lack of a period is proving that’s a bad idea. Like…when was your last one?” You give him a shrug the last couple of months were a blur. “Seriously?”

“I’ve had at least one. Never had someone who wanted to have sex during my period either. If you could do it, I would highly suggest it.”

“Does he even take you out?” You give him a little swat on his arm. TJ knew that Jack took you out, you just didn’t stay out long. “Honey,” he looks down at the test and then back at you. “You and Jack need to have a talk.”

“Shut up. Shut up,” picking up the test, you throw it into the trash, and reach for another one. “I’m going to test again. That one was a lie.”

“And if that one is positive?”

“Then I’ll test until it’s negative.”

“That’ll be a few months, honey,” you scream, as you sit down on the toilet, letting your head rest in your hands. “It’s not that big of a deal. If you don’t want to say anything to Jack, we’ll go to a clinic. He never has to know.”

“I would know,” you look back up at him, and TJ squats down, “You know, all these failed relationships…I never…never mind.”

“Tell me. Because, I already know. You were reckless with sleeping with men. You get tested regularly to make sure you’re safe, but after a few months of sleeping with people you never cared if they came in you. You wouldn’t care if they left you if you were pregnant, because you wanted to be a mom. Those tests under your sink aren't because you’re scared, they’re in hopes of an actual positive test, and now that one is, you’re wondering if Jack is going to leave you or stay.”

“I hate you,” you pull him close to you, and rest your chin on his shoulder. “I could do it, you know? Be a single parent, I could do it.”

“I know. You just don’t want to. You want that nucleus family. If he doesn’t want the baby…I’ll be a good uncle,” you hiccup through your tears, clinging to him more. “I’ll take you to your appointments, because I know you want a baby. You want a child, so just…talk to Jack. You actually talk right? Or is it just moaning?”

“Yes, we talk. He loves Italian food.”

“Wow. I’m glad you know so much about your baby daddy.”

“So…you’re sure, sure?” You nod your head as you look at Jack go through all the emotions. “And where…what…I wanna give you the choice. This is your decision. It won’t affect me,” your eyes go wide at him, and you start to stand, pissed off at the audacity, “I mean, you’re the one that changes. Not me. You’re the one that has to deal with the strain and taking off work.”

“Do you want to be a part of the baby’s life?”

“Yes. But,” his hand goes behind his neck, and he ruffles his hair, grimacing at you. “I can’t tell my mom.”

“What?” This was all very confusing that he couldn’t tell his mom. He was a grown man, and eventually whether he told her or not, you would show that you were pregnant. If he wanted to be apart of the baby’s life, eventually his family would see you.

“She would die if she knew I was having sex without a ring on my hand. She’ll want this traditional husband and wife when it comes to children, and I can’t…I don’t want to do that to her.”

“What are you suggesting? Me turning up after the baby is born?”

“No. It’s crazy…it just is. I’m not suggesting anything,” he can’t even look at you while he talks. But it’s like nonsense over and over again. “I mean, eventually I’d like to think we got there, but to suggest it now, seems dumb. But I want to be in the baby’s life and yours. And I don’t want the baby to be the family secret and…it’ll happen sooner or later, so why not sooner.”

“What are you asking?”

“It’s crazy, so don’t freak out, but…we should get married,” you stare at him stunned, because this wasn’t at all where you thought he was taking this conversation. Never believed he would try to commit that much. There was a baby, and now there was a proposal of sorts. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

“If we’re married you would…I mean your parents wouldn't freak out about the baby?”

“Alter boy,” he points at himself. “Ma thinks I’m still her perfect son.”

“So you don’t want to tell her that two people who have known each other for a little over two months that they can’t be in the same room long without fucking or sucking, and now I’m pregnant, but you’ll be okay with telling her we’re married?” It was crazy, but at the same time, you wanted to give it a try, and that made you feel even crazier.

You and Jack had shared a quick relationship, and one built mostly on sex, but it felt right. The moment he entered into you, you felt like he was your future. You tried to make the others work, knowing it never would, but Jack was different. “Okay. This is stupid, but let’s do it. We’ll get married. No wedding. Just…married. Maybe a wedding later, if we make it.”

“When we make it.”

“When,” you add in.

You slide into the booth, waiting on Jack as well, as you have a nice dinner with Cal and TJ. You were beginning to get uncomfortable and stretched because your growing boy was just getting so big. Jack seemed a bit distant and removed from the pregnancy, and you didn’t know what to make of it.

“You know, I never saw this one with kids,” Callum hums, holding his beer towards Jack. “He’s surprised me.”

“I always knew she was going to become a mom. She wanted it,” you wince, but smile over at TJ, “Everything okay?”

“He’s just moving a lot.”

“I can never feel him,” Jack awkwardly laughs. “I try, but I haven’t ever felt him. TJ has of course,” this was what was bothering him. You pick up your cup, and take a big drink. Waiting on Finn to start rolling around. Pressing your hand on your swollen stomach, and hoping to coax him out of hiding so his daddy could feel him.

Just when you see him push out your stomach, you grab Jack’s hand, and he waits. Getting a bit miffed, until Finn kicks right under his palm. Jack gasps as he looks up at you. Feeling around your stomach for his moving son. “That’s him.”

“It is,” you smile, tears springing in your eyes. For the first time Jack looked so proud of his son. “That’s your son, daddy.”

“Oh,” he moves his hand around, continuing to feel him. “Finn, I have waited months to feel you. It’s like you're really here now.”

“They’re so cute,” TJ whispers up at Cal. “You think they’ll make it,” he didn’t have to be too quiet, because you and Jack were lost in a bubble all on your own. He was so handsome, smiling at your moving boy.

“I think they could. Marriage is hard work though. And they got married quickly, so as not to make their timeline for conception too confusing. But look at him,” Jack leans in to give you a bruising kiss, but keeps his hand on your stomach, a place that it hardly ever left the moment he felt Finn kick. “I’ve known him for a long time, he’s never been happier.”

“Same. I’ve been her bestie since middle school. She pretended to be my girlfriend for a few years. She’s a loyal one. But for whatever reason, that man makes her happy. And apparently, nobody does it better than him.”

“I figured. I’ve found a few panties.”

“She leaves them for him,” Cal looks over at TJ, raising his brow, “Just a reminder of what he gets to come home to. By the way, you need a roommate? Mine got knocked up, married, and left me.”

“Hmm, yeah. I could move in. As long as you don’t mind women coming home with me.”

“I got used to men coming home with her,” Callum holds up a fist, which TJ awkwardly bumps. Looking back at you, before he slaps the table, “Alright, we came here to eat. I don’t want to vomit beforehand. We get it, Finn is precious and sweet. But the pregnant woman needs to eat. No pregnancy sex before dinner.”

“You ruin all the fun,” Jack groans, readjusting his pants, and then pulling you closer. Letting his hand rest on your belly, while he feels his son growing. “But I should feed you. You get angry without food.”

“So do you,” you knock your shoulder into him, before resting a hand over his. It felt right. Like even though you and Jack had rushed into this, it felt like you could do it. Like there wasn’t anything in the world that could stop the two of you. Plus, good sex. But the more time you spent with Jack, the more you grew to love him. And you were doing it together.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 4

Summary:  another date with Dean, but this time you get caught

Pairings:  Dean Winchester X Reader, Jack O’Malley X Callum Drift

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, smut, PIV sex, some dirty talk, mentions of divorce, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  4.3K

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Jack leaves his son's side quickly to go into the interrogation room.  This was not at all what he signed on for.  Robyn knew the rules.  She was never to come here to see him under any circumstance.  And of course she would show up on a day that you were going to be here any minute, and a day that Finn was here.  

He slings the door open, and stands staring at her with his hands on his hips, “Jack, I, uh…why are you angry?”

“The correct question is why are you here?”

“I wanted to see you.  I thought…”

“Look,” Jack starts.  He looks out of the room to see that Cal’s massive body was blocking Finn’s view.  “I don’t know what you think this is, but…it’s not what you’re thinking.”

“What am I thinking?” Robyn asks.  Her mouth turns up to a devilish smirk.  “What exactly am I thinking Jackie?”

“I asked you never to call me that.  I asked you not to show up at my place of work.  You know that my son is here, and that my wife,” Robyn, makes a gasp looking up at him, “Yes, my wife.  You know she comes here to pick him up.  You are not to be here.”

“So I’m your dirty little secret?”

“What secret?”

“We’re dating.”

“No, we’re not,” Robyn nods her head a few times, and Jack slaps his hand on the desk.  “We’re not dating.  My wife and I are working through some things.”

“Then why the fuck are you calling me?  Why do we go out to eat when it’s not your weekend?  Why do you…”

“I get fucking lonely, okay?  And this was a mistake.  Of all people, it shouldn’t have been you I turned to, and I’m the fool for that.  But dating?  We haven’t even held hands, or kissed, and I’ve never even slept with you.  You’ve never stayed at my apartment.”

“Because anytime I ask, you tell me that you’ve got Finn, and I know for a fact you don’t.”

Jack stands up straighter, and takes a step back from her.  “How do you know?  You do not involve my child.”

“Maybe that’s why your wife is leaving you, Jack.  You want everything.  Want to fuck her, but you have better conversations with me.  You said that she always wanted something more from you.  Always wanted you to be at home when sometimes you wanted to be out with the guys.  I’d allow you to do that.  But you need to get a grip on reality, she’s leaving you.”

“I want you out of here.  I don’t want you to call me.  I don’t want you to show up at my work, and I want you to keep my wife and son out of your mouth.  They are no concern to you.  I let this go on for too long, knowing I never wanted to fuck you.  There’s the door.”

She walks to the door, and stops to turn around to look at him, “When she leaves you, do not come running to me for a wet place to put your dick.”

“Get.  Out!”

She walks out of the precinct, heading down the stairs when she spots you.  Looking up she gives you a quick smirk, and pulls her phone up to her ear, “Yeah, I’ll see you tonight since you won’t have the kid.”

You try to keep your head held high as you walk into the station.  Trying to ignore the fact that you were pretty sure she was the girl.  And if Jack was seeing her, then he could keep seeing her.  But to have her around your son, you couldn’t tolerate, and you wouldn’t.

Callum flicks the back of his partner’s head.  Jack groans briefly, but doesn’t move.  His friend sits at his desk beside him, staring at Jack, “Don’t say I told you so.”

“What happened?  She finally leave your sorry ass?”  Jack holds his hand up, and quickly shoots Callum a bird.  “Jack, that woman was where your son was.”

“I didn’t ask her to be here.”

“That woman was where your wife was going to be,” Jack sits up, and kicks his feet on the desk, turning his face to glare at Callum.  “Okay, let’s play devil’s advocate here.  Say you went into her salon, and she’s cutting some guy’s hair.”

“She always does that.”

“But say Finn is sitting in the break room, and the man whose hair she’s cutting is the man that she has been dating.  And try to deny it, Jack.  She’s dating someone.  Fowler is already trying to get in her pants, but she is genuinely having fun with a man that isn’t you.  But that man is sitting in her chair, and…”

“I’m not dating Robyn.  I was never dating Robyn.  That was never my intention with her.  She worked at the DA’s office, and it was easy to talk to her about work.”

“You should have been doing that with your wife,” Jack dramatically rolls his eyes, slamming his face back down on the desk.  “Jack, you turned to another woman with your problems.  Don’t you think that your wife would have wanted to hear that?  Listen to that?  She loved you.  And she’s trying to make sense of this.  Trying to find herself, and who knows what she thinks happened.  What she does know, is you put someone else first before her and Finn.  That woman was here, and she saw her.  It doesn’t matter about what happened, because what did happen was enough, and it hurt her.”

The two sit in silence for a moment, before Jack lifts his phone up.  He reads the text slowly, before he narrows his eyes at Cal.  He gives the man a once over, before sending a text back.  “Why are we texting?”

“Because, instead of finding a woman to hover over, you’re dating me.  The fair is in town this weekend, and it's your weekend to have my little buddy.  So, we’re going to get out, you’re going to have a good time.  And you’re not going to think about how that might have been the end of your marriage,” Jack throws a wadded piece of paper over towards Cal, who sticks his foot out, and pushes his chair back.  “Maybe you won’t screw our dates up.”

“You know I don’t have Finn with me, right?” You ask as Dean pulls into the fairgrounds.  “Like honestly, the last time I went to the fair without my son was…”

“With me, huh?” He gives you that boyish sweet smile, and you nod over at him.  “It’ll be fun.  We can go on the Ferris wheel, and the boat, and there’s the fun house, and we’ll eat disgusting but still delicious fair food, and I’m going to win you a huge stuffed bear.”

“Okay, fine.  I’ll make the most of this as long as you promise we can go back to your place afterwards, and watch Netflix or something,” you hope that he was understanding what you were implying, and he nods excitedly.

“Yes!  There’s a new movie on there I’ve really been wanting to watch,” you hoped Dean wasn’t as oblivious as you were now believing, but you were sure getting him alone at his place would make things easy to be hot and heavy.

You actually enjoy walking through the fair with him.  You felt like you were in high school again, and even the way he timidly put his hand in yours made you look quickly down at the two of you.  It seriously was just like highschool.  Getting to the games, you drop his hand for him to throw baseballs at a target.

“You’re not eighteen anymore, Dean.”

“I still got it,” he throws a ball right in the center, but the target doesn’t fall back.  “That’s a bunch of horse shit.  I hit that.”

“Congratulations.  Here’s a toy,” the operator gives him the most adorable small bear, and he holds it out to you with a frown.

“It’s perfect,” you giggle at him.  He pulls you along to the Ferris wheel, his arms wrapped around your shoulders, while he rests his chin on your head.  Waddling up to the bucket before they help the two of you get it.

His arm goes around you quickly, and he pulls you in close.  Waiting until they stop you at the top when those candy apple green eyes turn to look at you, “What do you think of the view up here?”

“It’s beautiful,” you whisper, but never look at the view, just at him in front of you.  “Dean,” his hand tightens around your shoulder, and he brings you in for a bruising kiss.  Your hands card through his hair, while his other hand steadily moves up your thigh.  Forgetting the outside world, while you enjoy this moment.

His tongue rubs over your lips, and you hungrily invite him in.  The tangy lemonade still lingering on his tongue, and you didn’t think it was possible, but he pulls you even closer.  Nearly on top of him when Jack looks up at the ride gawking.  

“What are you…uh!” Cal shouts, moving to stand in front of Finn and his friend.  “I did not ever expect you to have front row seats to her date.”

“That’s the gym teacher!  Winchester,” Jack grunts out, and looks back at Finn who was just talking up a storm to his friend.  “That’s who she’s dating?  A Gym teacher?”

“Wait, the one that you met at the school when Finn had a bloody nose?”  Jack brings his thumb and forefinger up to his temple needing to think for a moment.  He wanted to think about a lot of things, and none of which involved Dean basically groping you in front of a crowd.  His hand sliding up and down your thigh, and dipping in between your legs.

“Could he not?” Jack says as the ride goes back up. Dean’s hand sliding completely up against your core, and you lean even more into him. “I don’t like this. I wanna go home.”

“We just got here. From the looks of it, they’re not staying much longer,” Jack’s body turns to face Callum, and the bigger man grabs his stomach laughing. “I shouldn’t make fun of your misery, but your wife is a catch. Isn’t he an ex?”

“Unfortunately.”

“Makes sense. It’s easier to rebound with someone you’ve already slept with.”

“What?” Jack’s voice goes up an octave, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“Jack, come on man.  That woman thinks you’ve been sleeping with Robyn.  She needs to feel good again.  Not sappy crying good, but someone that makes her feel she’s the only one on the roster.”

“She was,” Jack looks back at Finn, just to make sure that he and his friend were still there, but to see if they had noticed you on the ride.  They were both deep in conversation about some Pokémon or other, and paying no mind.  “She was it.”

“Quit lying to yourself, bud.  You brought this on yourself.  Let her figure out what she wants to do in her time.  So she sleeps with him,” your estranged husband rolls his eyes, and then turns to glare back at you freely giving yourself to Dean.  “You’re not together, she’s cut you off.  Or she goes after Nick, Ow,” Cal grabs his arm after Jack hits him.  “Foul.  Don’t hit.”

“That’s not even funny.”

“Let it go.  This is your own undoing.  The bigger question is how are you going to keep the little man from seeing his mom all flustered and panting from his gym teacher?”

The ride stops, and you bite your lip, looking up at Dean, “Can we leave?”

“Yep,” his voice was raw as he holds your hand stepping off the Ferris wheel.  “We’ll go wherever…”

“Mom?” You stop in your tracks, trying to get past the line, but there your beautiful son was, and your equally handsome soon to be ex husband.  “What are you doing here?  And with Coach Winchester?”

“I’m not here with Coach Winchester.  I came here with Susan, and she ditched me, and I really wanted to ride the Ferris wheel, and Dean was here,” Jack can’t even meet your eyes.  He saw you, and it only made you stand taller.  “Dean, it was very nice to see you out, but maybe I’ll see you at school.”

“Right,” he smiles nodding his head, “Finn, I’ll see you Monday,” he walks away from you, and you start to leave as well, but Jack grabs your arm.

“You’re a terrible liar.”

“At least I don’t pretend to be in love with you, while sleeping with another woman.”

“I wasn’t and have not slept with her.”

“Then maybe you should call her up next weekend.  Or maybe she only likes taken men.  Good luck with that,” you push his hand off you, and give Finn a quick hug before stomping off to find Dean, hoping that his place wasn’t far from here.

“Jack, I don’t even want to hear it.  I want to get on this ride with you, and pretend that this didn't happen.  I warned you.  She warned you, hell, your mom warned you.  I hope she has fun tonight.”

“I hate you.”

“Not as much as she hates you right now.  You gave her fuel to…”

“Shut up!  The last thing I need is an image of my wife having angry sex with the gym teacher,” Cal gives him a smile as he sits in the bucket.  Giving the seat a little tap for Jack to join him.  “She’s with the gym teacher, and I’m stuck with you.”

“You know, all those nights you were stuck with me, while she was in bed alone should have prepared you for this,” Jack spots you quickly, wanting to look away, but he can’t.  He’s sure that it isn’t love that you were feeling for Dean, but there was definitely an animalistic attraction.  The ride on the Ferris wheel showed him exactly what was going to happen, but he hated himself.  Not you.

“She’s really gone isn’t she?”

“You’re judging this because of the gym teacher?” Jack nods his head.  His eyes following you towards the fairground exit.  “She’s not going to marry that man.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Oldest saying in the book.  The best way to get over a man is to get under another.  Meet her another.  She may end up regretting it.  He’s more into her than she is him, but honestly, he’s just an idiot.  She’s still married, and he thinks he’s going to marry her or have a lasting relationship.  It honestly is what it is.  You need to worry about the storm that comes after him,” Jack turns to look at him with wide eyes, “Oh, come on.  She thinks you cheated on her.  She’s getting out there, and she’s either going to find someone, or she’s going to realize that you are worth putting up with.”

“I’m not.”

“Then, I’d say get ready for a long winter.  A long cold one, but then again, sometimes Santa Claus makes Christmas miracles happen.”

“Well, if you see him, tell him I want my wife back for Christmas.  I’ll do anything.  Whatever she wanted,” Jack follows you and Dean all the way out to his car, and Callum can’t help but smile.  His eye twinkles for a moment, and he hopes that Jack means what he says he means, because life can be funny sometimes.

You push Dean past his door, your lips connecting to any part of his body.  Both of your fingers begin a near fight to see who could get clothes off fastest.  Getting an article of clothing off only for your bodies to push back up against each other.  Your fingers push off his shirt, and you run your hands up his chest, but he pushes you off him.  

“My god, you still look amazing.  Better.  You’re curvier.”

“Shh,” you tell him quickly as you undo his button.  “Where’s the bedroom?” Dean wraps his hands around your ass, before lifting you up.  Letting your covered core feel his bulge, and your body searches for any type of relief.  Hunching on him as he carries you into the room.  “Condom?”

“Yeah, I got you,” he tosses you on the bed, and while he reaches for the rubber, you shimmy out of your panties, and he stops, staring at your naked body.  Your swollen folds slippery and glistening.  

You smirk at him, and run your hand over your slit, biting at your lip, “Dean, I promise you it’s much better from the inside.  Just put the condom on.”

He puts the packet in between his teeth, ripping an opening.  Pulling the latex out, he slowly rolls it on his length.  You weren’t the only one that had changed in all those years.  Dean was now a man, and he knew how attractive he was.  Still had that rugged boyish charm, but that deep gravelly voice traveled straight to your pussy, “Dean, I’m waiting.”

He grabs at your ankle, and jerks you down the bed.  Flipping your body around, and lifts you up to your knees.  Flattening his hand out, he gives your pussy a few slaps.  Hitting it over and over again, before one abrupt push has him balls deep into your cunt, and you mewl in desperation.  

It had been so long since you had anyone else’s cock, that this felt foreign.  He was thick.  While he was deep, it was comfortable.  He slowly pulls himself out, before snapping his hips back into you.  Letting your fingers cling to the blanket, and you turn to look back at him.  He was only staring at where the two of you connected.  

Watches every time that he pulls out, and your walls hug him so tightly.  Pounding into your ass harshly, and he grabs at your hips.  Going even harder with the added leverage.  There was nothing he loved more than your hands trying to find something to grip to.  You were arching yourself more, wanting him to hit every part of you.  

This was not the sweet love making from years past, this was manic and hard.  Even the way he wrapped an arm around you to play with your clit.  Moaning when your juices drip onto his palm.  “Did I make you that wet, honey, or is your cunt that needy?  Fuuck! You’re squeezing me so tight.  You missed me didn’t you?”

You just wanted to feel the pleasure.  Wanted to ignore anything he was saying.  “I knew it.  We were meant to be,” what?  “It’s like the universe brought us back together.  And perfect timing.”

“Dean…”

“It’s okay.  I feel it.”

“That’s just my cunt because I’m about to cum.”

“No.  I feel the warmth radiating off of you.”

“Again…my cunt.  Dean, fuck me harder.”

“Ugh,” he grunts as he slams into you even harder.  Your arousal leaks onto the bed, and you let out a pornographic scream.  Arching your back as complete euphoria takes over your body.  Bliss settles over you, and he starts to change his pace.  

This wasn’t going to work out.  You push and pull yourself on his cock instead.  Getting the perfect angle and speed.  Slamming your cunt onto his cock, and you start to see stars.  You were pissed.  Pissed at Jack for trying to ruin your evening.  Pissed at Dean for making this more than it was, and pissed at yourself for thinking your first love was going to be the answer.

Whimpering out in your anger and pleasure, your legs start trembling as you gush over his cock, “Dammit,” you scream.  Crawling off of him, you grab his hand and yank him on the bed.  You were a grown woman and knew how to take control.  You settle over his cock.  Riding him with your face pointing at the ceiling.  This wasn’t how you wanted the evening to go.

You wanted to be fucked.  Face down on the pillow.  Fucked so hard you went stupid.  And now you were having to do all the work.  Your thoughts run rampant in your mind, because Jack had to plant that little seed in your brain.  You still loved him, and that pissed you off.  It pissed you off because you knew you deserved better than a man that would run around on you.  A man that would have his mistress at his work and around his son.  Pissed because this was hard, and it sucked.

“Right there.  Right there, baby.  I wanna fill you up.  Never did that.  Let me do it.”

“Shut up!” You scream at Dean, still unable to look at him.  You cry through your anger.  Your tears only provoke another orgasm.  Dean’s own head tilts back, and he chirps as he lets himself go.  You slow your bounces to a steady grind before you come down from your high.  Looking down at Dean somehow made this worse.  You could never give him all that he was wanting.  You didn’t work out with him for a reason.  You just wanted an easy lay.

Crawling off of him, you go to gather your clothes, “Where are you going?”

“Home.”

“What?  Why?  You’ll be there alone.”

“I need to be alone right now,” he starts to say something, but you push your finger up against his mouth.  “Don’t go chasing after me.  I can’t do this.  I don’t want what we had when we were kids.  I don’t want to go in reverse, or visit the past.”

“We’ve had fun these past few weeks.”

“Dean, I can’t be the woman you want me to be.  You understand that, right?  I can’t pretend that I’m not angry and hurt by Jack.  I don’t want to be that vulnerable with you.  This lovesick moment you cooked up in your head, can’t happen with me.”

“But you're my girl.”

You give him a soft smile, and lean down to kiss his lips gently.  “I’ll always be your girl.  But that girl grew up, and she’s now a woman.  With a child and a divorce on the horizon.  I’m not who I used to be, and I’m not apologizing for my growth, because I’ll continue to grow, and so will you.  You deserve someone that will be this submissive wife to you.  That doesn’t have the baggage I have.  And one day, you’ll have that.”

“I could have it with you,” his pouty face always got you, and you had to look away shaking your head.  “I could.”

“That’s not me anymore, Dean.  Take care of yourself, and don’t take this out on my son.  Everything I do always has to benefit him.  You’re not just dating me, you’ll eventually date him, and you have never asked about him.  Never talked about him.  You get snippy if I have to leave to get him.  He is my everything.  And one day, when a woman gives you that, you’ll understand.  But I can’t have someone look at Finn as an annoyance.  Take this for what it was.  Two people who were once in love fuck one last time.  And it felt good.”

You give him one more final kiss before booking you a ride.  You hated that you had to possibly hurt someone to spread your wings, but you never gave Dean any indication that you wanted anything serious.  He still didn’t fulfill your need for just hard pounding sex.  You pull out your phone, and send a message to Nick, ‘Two weeks from today, I could use a night.’

One night?

‘That’s all I want.’

I can provide that.

You look at your other messages, but click off to text Frank.  He was the only one that you gave your personal number to.  ‘Vacation anywhere in the world, where would it be?’

Puerto Rico.  Good food.  Sun.  Don’t need a passport.  And could spend all day doing nothing.  Or drinking.  Or eating.  There’s water, and boats, complete fun.  You?

‘I like your answer.’

If you had to live anywhere else in the world where would it be?

‘Somewhere out west in the middle of nowhere so I didn’t have anyone to bother me.  You?’

Anywhere where I could be in the middle of nowhere is fine with me.

You click out of the message to send one to TJ, ‘I need wine!’

The dick not that good?

‘He thought we were going to get back together.’

I’m bringing pizza and caramel M&Ms.  Also bringing Nutella and Biscoffs.

‘I love you Teej.’

Did he at least wear something?  I don’t want another oopsie baby even if I love Finn with all my heart.  Next baby I want you to be completely in love.

‘Yes.  Now bring me junk food.’

Jack peeks into his son’s bedroom to find him and his friend passed out, and trash was everywhere.  One look at him was the only confirmation he needed to prove that once upon a time you and Jack truly loved each other.  He thinks about when you and him were the happiest.  Had learned to make a few hookups, turned family work out.  

He gathers up the trash out of the floor, throwing a blanket on each boy, before he leaves.  Checking his phone to only see desperate texts from Robyn.  He clicks on her info before blocking the number all together.  He didn’t care what you were going through right now, he would prove that he could be both the father and husband that you deserved.  No matter what.  

You were made for him, and he was made for you.  He didn’t care if it took until the divorce was final for you to realize that.  He was going to be the partner he should have been all along.  Seeing you with Dean had hurt him more than anything he could realize.  You looked awkward and foreign in his arms, and he finally understood the pain he caused you when you had to see the calls and texts that were being sent to Robyn.  You wouldn’t be seeing them anymore, and that was a promise.  And one he would keep.

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Every Other Weekend, Part 3

Summary:  date number two with Dean, and you get a surprise at Jack’s work

Pairings:  Jack O’Malley X Reader, Dean Winchester X Reader

Rating:  explicit

Warnings:  mentions of divorce, implied cheating, groping, unprotected sex, PIV sex, creampie, angst, 18+ ONLY

Word Count:  3.8K

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“Hey, little man,” Callum holds his hand up for a high five as Jack and Finn walk into the station.  “I thought you were going to be with your mom this weekend,” he raises his eyebrows at Jack.  His eyes move over to a room, but Jack settles down in front of his desk, while Finn takes his seat.  “Jack,” Callum clears his throat, flicking his head to the side.

“Do you need water?” Callum shakes his head no, still moving his head over.  “What is your problem?”

“There’s a witness in room four.”

Jack sits up and looks over at the room before he bolts away.  Finn knocks a picture of the three of you onto the desk, but Cal picks it back up, only for Finn to push it over again, “What’s wrong?”

“Why is that on his desk?” Cal takes a deep breath and sits across from the little boy, “It’s because he doesn’t sit here, huh?”

“He sits there everyday,’ Finn throws his head back looking up at the ceiling, twisting the chair around.  “I think he likes thinking of happy times,” he taps his finger on the desk with a smile, “Open that drawer.”

Finn opens the door and sees more photos of him, you, and his dad.  “It’s a lie.  He won’t come home.”

“They’re working through some things, bud.”

“So he’s coming home?” Cal shrugs his shoulders, and Finn flings his body back in the chair again, “You know something I don’t know.”

“No, I know that your mom and dad really love each other.  And sometimes love is complicated.”

“Because I’m ‘perfect’ and he doesn’t want another baby.”

“It’s more than that.”

“He should have another baby with mom.  If that’s what would make her happy,” he tries to look over at the interrogation room where Jack was, but Cal stands quickly in his way.  “Why can’t I see?”

“You shouldn’t be watching witnesses, and for your dad’s sake, I hope that one is gone before your mom gets back,” pulling out his phone, Cal sends someone a text, and settles in front of the small boy.  “What do you want for Christmas?”

“School just started back.  Why are you asking me what I want for Christmas?”

“Just humor me.  I like an early list so I have time to make sure you’ve been nice instead of naughty.”

With a shrug of his shoulders, Finn pushes the picture back down, and scoots it closer to Cal.  “Is that possible for you to do?”

“I wish I had an answer, Finny.  But I don’t.  Just have some faith,” Jack waits until the woman leaves out of the building before coming back into his office.  Giving his son a smile, he absentmindedly picks the picture back up, and looks over at Cal, “You’re cutting it close.”

Jack didn’t know why Robyn felt the need to show up at his place of work, especially since he told her that Finn was going to be there.  He knew he was making a bigger mess of things, but with you having a date, it made this decision easier.

You walk up the steps of the precinct, and with only two steps into the door, Nick was crowding around you, “So…we matched.”

“Uh-huh,” you answer awkwardly, trying to avoid looking in Jack’s office.  It looked like Cal’s giant frame was blocking most of your view though.

“You hadn’t responded to my messages though.”

“I’ve been busy.  I’ve got a son every other weekend.”

“I mean…this is going to come off rude, and I don’t mean it to, but Finn does fall asleep.  We could do something at your house.”

“No,” there was no way you were bringing any man to your house.  Especially not when Finn was there.  Your home was sacred to you.  It was a home you made with Jack, and the thought of another man laying in his spot on the bed made you want to forgive him completely.

“Oh…well, this weekend?”

“I…uh, I have plans.”

“You’re not just dragging me along?  You actually want a date?  Even though your husband seems to think that you’re going to get back together.  Is this awkward?  I mean…Jack, he…he’s used this place as a…Jack,” you wished your husband wasn’t behind you.  Nick was about to spill something.

You had a sinking feeling that Jack was keeping things from you.  And the last time that happened, it was hard to recover.  Late nights at the station started happening, texts more than phone calls started happening, and your need to have a baby got stronger, and you hated that feeling.  

“You’re early,” Jack looks over at Nick oddly.  He was too close.  That man never could keep his interest in you away.  He didn’t let it be a secret, or even the random hint that he wasn’t above a threesome.  Jack did not like Nick, and he wasn’t a fan of whatever this was.  “Nick?”

“You’ll let me know something in a couple of weeks, yeah?” You smile, nodding your head at him, and still Jack glares.  

You don’t give him a chance to say anything, before you turn to walk away, “What was that?” You shrug your shoulders, but he stops you in the middle of the station, “I have a right to know what that was.”

“Nick asked me a question.”

“What did he ask you?”

He was jealous.  It was wrong to actually get a thrill out of that, but after the things he had put you through, it served him right.  In a way it made you feel more confident.  You were still desirable, when sometimes you felt less than that with him.  As of late you had felt like nothing more than a wet place for him to sink into.  

“Why are you asking?  It’s a question that doesn’t pertain to you.”

“Oh, I see what this is.  You’re ‘dating’.  TJ told me all about your little night with whoever.  You think because you’re dating you can finally go after Nick.  You should know that he’s a player.  There’s a reason why he’s still single.”

“Oh my god.  You self centered, asshole.  I’m ‘dating’.  What the hell does that even mean?  Am I not allowed to?  Are you saying you’re not talking to someone?  Remember Jack, I’m the one who pays the fucking phone bill.  Just remember why we’re here.  Why don’t you be honest with yourself,” you spin on your heels and march towards your son.  Shutting down from this conversation because you didn’t want a fight in front of Finn.

“Hey, Finny, you ready?” He gives a quick look over to Cal, and Cal smiles, tapping on his nose.  Finn returns the gesture before getting up for a hug from Jack.  You loved that Cal was a safe place for Finn.  He had almost adopted the boy as his nephew, and always gave him good advice.

“Look at you,” he stands to give you a cheek kiss.  “Finny, take care of your mom for me, and I’ll take care of your dad for you okay?”

“Okay, thanks,” Jack stands annoyed watching you as Finn gathers his things, and you wave at both men, before taking your son home.  There was a weird feeling in here, and you had to get out.

“You’re an idiot.”

“She’s not supposed to come here,” Jack sits down in his chair, and kicks his feet up on his desk.  “Tell me what I need to do.”

“For starters, quit riding the fence.  If you want to be with Robyn, let go of your wife.  If you want to be with your wife, cut Robyn off.  Simple.”

“She’s ‘dating’.”

“Quit with your stupid air quotes.  ‘Dating’,” Cal shakes his head, and goes over to his desk.  Rummaging through a few files.  “You have a beautiful wife, and you love her.  This is confusing to your son.  Both of you are confusing him.  But that…you said that you wouldn’t have Robyn around your son.  Who was here, Jack?  And your wife.  She’d recognize her.  You did this to yourself.”

“And she’s miss innocent?”

“Jack, you’re my partner.  So take what I’m saying to you as someone who cares for you, but also her, and Finn.  When you first started talking to Robyn as ‘friends’ and your wife called you out on it, you should have listened.  She became distant because of that.  Then she wanted to have a baby to make you stay and love her more.  And you refused, what does that look like?  I love you both, and if you have real feelings for your bed buddy.”

“I’m not sleeping with her!  I’m not.  I haven’t had sex with that woman ever.  Never ever.  The only woman I have slept with for nearly a decade has been my wife,” he lets his face fall in his hands, because he knows what the right answer would be.  Saw the signs of you slipping away, and he pulled away just as much.

“She’s dating because she needs to see if she’s still in love with you.  And if you’re going to do whatever the hell that is, she deserves that.  You can’t get mad at her.  But, if it makes you feel better, she does still love you.  However, she sees Robyn around you again, you know what’s gonna happen.  If you want to save your marriage, save it.  Drop the bitch.  You have me to talk to.  And that,” he points over at the photo of the three of you in your last happy family photo.

“That is worth saving, bud.  Now, we have a case.”

“I don’t wanna.”

“You better.  Keep your mind off of that woman.”

“Dean, where are you taking me?” You look at the dingy building in front of you, and stop walking.  “I am not going in there.”

“Yes, you are,” he pulls you a bit harder, before stopping to bend his knees.  “Come on.  Hope on, princess.  We won’t let your feet touch the ground,” although you may giggle, there was a sweetness about this.  You jump on his back, and he starts walking to the building.  “This will be a treat.  You've gone soft, and don’t know how to have fun or let loose.”

He opens the door to the rowdy crowd.  Music blaring, beer in everyone’s hand, and right in the middle was a mechanical bull.  “Nope.  Put me down.  I am not getting on that thing.”

“Yes, you are.  I’ll go first.  I just wanna see if you still know how to ride.”

“I have never rode a mechanical bull, Dean.”

“Wasn’t talking about the bull,” you give him a little pinch to his nipple, and he laughs, turning his head for a quick kiss.  Dean walks over to the bar, ordering two beers, and still with you on his back, he carries you to his favorite table.  “Best seat in the house.”

Sitting you down, you can’t help, but smile at him.  It was comforting having someone from your past.  He was still the same ole Dean that you remembered, but there were definitely some changes.  When he smiled his eyes crinkled up, but you found him even more attractive than before.  Reaching out to grab your hand, his thumb draws shapes over it, and they were rougher than you remembered.  

His voice was a bit deeper, but that you didn’t mind one bit.  He still liked to wear multiple layers to his ensemble.  Apparently, you had a type in the clothing department.  But then he started singing along to the music, before he pulls you up with him, “Alright, you gotta get on there.  You’re a mother, so prove to yourself you still know how to have some fun.”

He was right.  Biting at his lip, he nods as you walk up to the beast.  Needing a bit of help getting on, and thankfully the driver was taking it slow.  Letting the bull rock you back and forth slowly.  Jiggling the bull just so your tits would get some recoil action, and you hadn’t felt this sexy in a long time.  Dean was nearly frothing at the mouth with every twist and turn of the bull.  When the mechanic tires of playing with you, he spins it quickly, and you fall off giggling.  Ready to go again.  

But with a large hand gripping yours, he pulls you up to him, and practically runs out of the building.  Dragging you to his car, and he lifts you up.  Your legs wrap around him, and you take a few staggered breaths.  “Either we get in the back of this car, or I gotta go home.”

“Those are the only choices?”

“I let you get away one time, I don’t want to do it again.  This may just be fun, and we’re living wildly like we were younger, but I know you’re feeling things,” wrong.  You were feeling sexually frustrated.  You were feeling giddy, but things weren’t strong.  “Fine.  Fine, that’s fine, but don’t let us go again.  Let’s…”

“Dean, we’re just having fun.”

“Fine.  Then let's have fun in the back seat?  For old time’s sake,” wrapping your hands around his head, you pull him in for a bruising kiss.  This was not high school kissing, this was years of practice.  The both of you knew what you were doing now.  Your body grinds over his front as he blindly opens the back door, and carries the two of you inside.

Dropping you on the seat, he closes the door behind him, and you were back to attacking him again.  Weaving your fingers in his hair, and pulling him close.  He pulls off of you, starting to kiss down your neck.  You arch your back up to him as he gets lower on your body.  Pulling your shirt down, his thumb traces over the top of your bra.  Those green eyes look up at you for confirmation, but you were too into the moment.  Just enjoying the small pleasures of his mouth.

Mouth wide with panting breaths, he kisses further down, pulling down your bra, until he exposes your nipple.  His hips roll into your covered core, and when you whimper, his hand goes to your pants.  Only getting to your button, when you pull his hand back up, “I’m not sleeping with you in the back of this car.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I said, I wasn’t sleeping with you in the back of this car,” while he may huff a bit, he crashes his mouth back into yours.  Dean opens his eyes while the two of you make out.  He didn’t understand why you were being so hesitant.  You were holding back, and he had to make sure that your husband understood that you were back where you belonged.  Especially since you were being shy.  He starts kissing down your neck with open mouth kisses.  Giving that sensitive area behind your ear a nibble.  

Blowing his hot breath on you, and you were still weak with that motion.  It would leave a mark, and he hoped your husband saw it.  He could stay separated from you, until the divorce happened.  It was inevitable he was back in your life.  Right where he was supposed to be.

Your pocket vibrates and Jack’s ringtone sings softly, and you pull Dean off you, “Stop.  That’s…Dean, stop.  Jack never calls,” he leans back on his heels, and admires his handy work.  You definitely had a few spots on your neck.  The way you were completely blissful with his motions, “Jack, what’s wrong?”

“He’s running a fever, and throwing up. I’ve got him medicine, and he’s fine, but he wants you.  I know, I’m sorry.  You want me to meet you back at home?”

“I’ll come to you.  I’ll be right there,” sitting up, you readjust yourself, and move to open the door.  “Can you take me to my…Jack’s apartment?  My baby is sick and he needs me.”

“Yeah.  Yeah, that’s fine.  Kid needs his mama.”

You brush Finn’s hair away from his face.  Painting your finger over his heated skin.  He was fine.  But there was something about a mother’s touch. He knew that whenever he needed you, you would be there.  Despite whatever was going on between you and Jack, Finn deserved both his parents.  You lean forward, giving him a kiss on his forehead, and pull the covers tighter around him.

You weren’t sure where time had gone, or even how you had got here.  You and Jack had made it work for so long, and now it just seemed like you couldn’t.  It was either you or him that was bucking at changing.  “Come on, let him sleep,” Jack says from the doorway.  Looking at him for only a moment more, you stand and leave him in peace.  

“Call me if…”

“Stay,” you shake your head no.  It was a bad idea, “Please, he’ll want to see you in the morning.”

“Jack….”

“Please?  You’ve never stayed here.  I’ll wake up and get on the couch before he wakes.  Sweetheart, I don’t wanna be alone.  And I can’t tend to him the way you did.  We can just sleep.”

You lick at your lips, even though you could still feel Dean on them, you could taste Jack.  You didn’t think you could ever forget the way that he tasted, the way he felt, or even the way he touched you.  “I don’t wanna sleep,” you whisper as he walks backwards to his room.  Closing the door softly, he locks it, before the two of you start devouring each other.

A jumbled mess of hands and clothes as you remove things from each other.  Pulling off a shirt to kiss, only to stop to pull down pants.  It was fast and desperate.  But felt right, even though you knew in the morning all those emotions would come crashing back down.  He scoots himself on the bed, holding out a hand for you, and you sling a leg over his.  Straddling him when you start to sink over his cock.  

Sliding all the way down to the root, and your head looks up at the ceiling, whispering out a moan.  You give yourself a moment to adjust to his girth, and his hands discover you all over again.  The tips of his fingers glide over your soft skin.  Gripping onto your hips when you start grinding over him.  

Looking back down at Jack, it was the first time that you had seen him look at you like that in a long time.  His eyes full of lust.  You knew he loved you in his way, but you forgot what this felt like.  And just how it made you feel…desirable.  Realizing that this was something else that had been missing in your marriage.  

You bounce over him faster.  Watching his face turn into pure pleasure.  You were doing this for him.  He was beautiful like this.  Your hands press down onto his chest, and he holds on tighter.  His fingers leaving bruises in their wake.  Racing for a quick release.  Things were becoming too real, and you weren’t ready to deal with it.  Riding him like your life depended on it, and when his mouth falls open, and he lets out that high pitched ahh, you keep going.  You would get off.

Overstimulating him in the process as his cream leaks out onto his pelvis.  His eyes went from lust to love.  His face softening while your walls clench down tight around him.  Almost there.  Giving him a dirty grind when your body releases that sweet euphoria, and you lay down on his chest.

Jack wraps his arms around you, and lets his fingers pet on your back, “Why can’t we make this work?” You feel your resolve start to fall as tears cloud your vision.  “Jack, you’re all I never wanted, but you gave me everything I needed.  What happened to us?”

He lays there silently, still drawing shapes on your back.  “I don’t know how to answer that.”

“When we got together, we weren’t looking for a kid and a marriage.  It was tough.  But we did it.  We gave each other what we needed, but I’m afraid that neither of us are what we wanted in our lives.”

His body trembles underneath you when he lets his tears finally break through.  He had held them in for far too long.  Refused to show you his vulnerable side.  “Jack?”

“Don’t do this.”

“What are we fighting for?”

“Don’t…don’t do this to me,” you give him a kiss on his chest, because he didn’t get it.  “Don’t do this to us.  I love you.”

You close your eyes slowly, “Was it the same woman?”  He doesn’t answer, but his breathing was still rapid.  “She was there today, wasn’t she?  I saw her come out of the precinct, and she gave me a weird look.  You said you weren’t going to talk to her anymore.”

“We’ve never done anything.”

“You chose her company over mine.  This was the last time, Jack.”

“No.”

“Tomorrow, I’m going home.”

“No.  Don’t.”

“Monday, I’m filing for divorce.  You can go after that woman all you want.  Changing her number doesn’t mean anything.”

“Please, stop.”

“I asked you to stop a year ago,” you lift off him, letting your combined cum linger on his pelvis.  Getting up you go to grab his shirt, and your panties.  “I won’t hinder you anymore,” he cries your name, and sits up.  Those baby blue eyes peering at you with so much pain, but it didn’t matter anymore.  

“Why are you doing this?”

“You did this.  I’m just finally letting you go.  You can’t expect people, me, your wife, to hear the same lies over and over again.  We are just talking.  We are just friends.  We were just having dinner.  I wanted that with you.  Your wife.  Now, I’ll have that with someone who wants that with me.  You gave me what I needed, but never what I wanted.  And I did the same to you.  We’re too different.  We tried.  I’m gonna sleep on the couch.”

Jack stares up at the ceiling, and lets his tears soak his face.  Cal was right.  He was always right, and Jack was too stubborn to listen.  He thought that you were happy just going out with TJ.  Letting your best friend take the seat he should have been sitting in.  You had waited too long to voice what you needed, but you couldn’t do it anymore.  It wasn’t fair to either of you, and it wasn’t fair to Finn.  It was better this way, but Jack didn’t believe that.

He picks up his phone when Robyn texts him, but lays it back down.  He knew it was his fault and not hers, but still he blamed her.  Had she not come into his life, he wouldn’t have put a friendship ahead of you.  

“Next date, I’m sleeping with Dean.”

Good for you.  Why?

“I’m filing for divorce Monday.  I can’t do it.  I saw her at his office today.”

Baby, I’m sorry.  You and Jack can still be friends.

“We never were,” you lie to TJ and lie to yourself.  In that moment you forgot the love that you and Jack shared between each other.  It was just easier that way.  You didn’t want to be with Dean.  You had fun with him.  But a moment from your past, to remember young love was what you needed.  And that way you can enjoy your present, and then on to your future.  You deserved that.

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Moodboard One Shots

A Little at a Time

Small town gossip is rarely just that. But when your cousin and best friend catches the culprit in the act, you can no longer ignore it. Small towns rarely let you move on, so instead you move away, and to Boston where you can either wallow in your self pity, or get out…and that’s where you meet Andy Barber. 😭💞🤤

All That Glitters

Leaving behind your baby daddy, you are desperate to find a job you are introduced to the nightlife of an exclusive club. The Moonstone Lounge offers you more money than you realized. Coming into contact with Pete Brenner on the first night, and it didn’t go well. Will his attempt to make it up to you, and remove you from the menu for other men to devour work? Will you allow him to dress you, tell you when you should eat, what you should wear, accompany him to his business parties, and even how you greet him?  Everything has a price, and Pete credit card have no limit with you. 🤤💞😈😭

A Losing Hand

Mafia AU, nothing is what is seems. Trust no one, and listen to everything. Alliances will form, and they will fail, but who is playing who? 😈 🤤 💞 🔪  😭  ⭐COMPLETED⭐

A Snowflake Melts

Your ex Jack O'Malley is an unscrupulous man. An excellent bounty hunter that comes alive in winter. He is winter. He terrifies you. Running away from him and your family, because even they couldn't keep you safe from the winter chill itself, you find yourself in a remote area. Living alone for almost a year when your new neighbor Steve Rogers arrives. He was curious instantly, and you were smitten just as quickly. Can you and Steve deny each other all winter long? And what will the other seasons bring? Will it bring you real true love?  💞🤤😈

Bullet in Your Heart

Madly in love with Carter Baizen, you and him get married right before he’s drafted into World War II.  Is your love enough withstand the possibility that he’s not coming home?  Will you be able to deal with life without Carter?  It just doesn’t seem fair that Carter’s best friend gets to stay at home.  But Sometimes his comfort is what you need.  All’s fair in love in war...🤤💞😭

Captain/Soldier

When Steve Rogers is on the run, what’s his girlfriend to do when after a year she’s had no response from him?  Well, she gets in a relationship with Soldier Boy 🤤🔪😂

Closer to Heaven and Closer to You

When your boyfriend, Ransom wants to take a trip back home to the ranch to meet your family, you are unsure.  Knowing that a rodeo in town could only mean your ex, Frank Adler, was most likely riding for eight seconds, still trying to beat his best friend, Steve Rogers.  All you wanted was a nice time, not old memories bothering your brain.  🤤💞😭

Debauched, Deranged, & Defile

Taken into a home of hired murderers, you are used for their enjoyment in whatever they deem necessary.  Whether it’s to offer them comfort, or to offer them a place to let off some steam, never tell them no, or there will be hell to pay! 😈🤤🔪

Desperate Affairs

Engaged to Andy Barber, and deeming him too safe, and only wanting to be intimate to get you pregnant, you start a sex only relationship with Ransom Drysdale.  Nothing is ever easy, and you get yourself into a web of lies.  Are you the only one lying?  This has a whole heap of Chris Evans characters! 🤤😈🔪💞 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Desperate Lives AU

After reading Desperate Affairs, if are curious about where some of these characters are, or you were curious as to chapters in other character’s POV, more world building, or even the life of the children as they get older, look no further! 🤤😈💞🔪😂

Dire Straits AU

Starting off as roommates with Ari Levinson, until you met the charming Chris, and discovered your true feelings about Ari.  Now, married to Ari, you two still enjoy some fun with your boyfriend Chris. 🤤💞

Down On My Knees

It wasn’t your fault. That’s what your mother told you. But you were still cast aside like common trash. No longer eligible for the crown that you were raised to wear. All because of the baby growing in your belly. But it wasn’t your fault. You didn’t ask for it. The only one that understood was father Jackson. He understands more than you could ever know. And he was going to cleanse you and your name of the sins that you didn’t commit. It’s now their duty to give your life purpose again.  🔪😈🤤

Entangled Lust

Beyond frustrated with Frank Adler, you go in search of a way to work off some of that pent up aggression.  Finding yourself right in the midst of the mysterious Bucky Barnes.  He was patient and kind.  Listened to your wants and needs, at first.  You knew you shouldn’t have got involved with your student’s guardian, but you and Frank couldn’t stay away from each other, until Bucky. 😈🤤🔪💞

Every Other Weekend

Jack O’Malley is your weakness.  A whirlwind relationship, turned into becoming parents quick, and an even faster marriage.  Now you’re separated, trying to co-parent, trying to go to couples therapy, but you let him sneak into your bedroom most nights.  But you wonder when enough is enough.  Deciding to try your hand out with a dating app?  You love Jack, and love your family, but will you ever be able to make it work, or is it best to let things go?  💞😭🤤 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

The Flowers of Waverley Road

Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston.  And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden.  But continues to use them as a bargaining agent.  Each daughter has their own journey and story.  Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak.  And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other.  His pretty little flowers.  His major point of bribery.  But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.  😈 🤤 💞 🔪  😭

Fresh Fallen Snow

Now that your mother has passed, it is Curtis’ job to protect you and keep you safe. You didn’t know that having your body was part of the bargain. And you don’t care.  Are you going to be able to teach Curtis as much as he teaches you? 🤤🔪💞 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Got A Secret

When Dayton White makes a bad call with his latest girlfriend, and she tries to destroy his career, it is up to you his makeup artist to help fix it.  You were older, and more mature.  Had already been spotted with Dayton happily smiling, and the fans loved you.  Now you’re in front of the cameras left wondering when does the acting stop... 🤤😭💞

How I’m Looking at You

You were long considered a spinster.  Your family was desperate for money, and you were their only option.  Sending you to work for a newcomer who was not part of the Amish community was risky, and it brought forth the gossip.  Ari didn't seem to care what others thought about him, but he did care what they thought about you.  Making your innocent crush and close proximity a bit more...harder.  But can you convince him and yourself that the feelings are worth it?  But what if it is just a crush?  Do you even care anymore?  Or are you ready to risk it all and leave the community? 🤤💞

Inside Her Fantasy

Ransom was a sweet playboy, and you are America's sweetheart.  Two opposite people that met in an unlikely way.  Things move fast when you're in the spotlight, and you fell more everyday.  He was happy he had someone who he could trust with his vulnerable side.  You were happy to have someone who could stand tall and not be irritated by your own fame.  Fast love and living in a fish bowl isn't always easy.  But can you and Ransom beat the odds?

In the Dark of the Night 

Hellforsure, Kentucky really lived up to its name.  Nothing for miles and miles, except for The Children of the Night.  Vampire bars were supposed to be illegal.  But a speakeasy vampire bar goes unnoticed.  Sin and filth around every corner, and you’re willing to give up your body, soul, and blood for one night of pleasure.  At least they’re the best looking men you’d ever seen.  

Into the Woods Verse

this is a dark AU. Once you journey into the woods, you may never get out, so proceed with caution. Have you ever wondered what would happen if fairy tales were more modern, and smutty?  These stories will intertwine but they are mostly a lot of smut with a little bit of a plot. Read ALL tag warnings, and have fun.  🤤😈💞🔪

Rumplestiltskin

The North Princess & The Seven Men

Goldilocks & The Three Men

Jefferson’s Sugar Cube

Jefferson might have kidnapped you.  He might have kept you against your will, but somewhere along the lines, you fell for this mad and handsome husband of yours.  He’s a bit unhinged, but he makes sure his Sugar Cube is doted upon and well taken care of, unless you’re a brat, and then you become his Dumb Bunny. 🤤😈

Just Like the Caged Bird

You are a widow who moves back to her husband's hometown after selling your in Georgia home.  Moving in above your brother in law's garage.  Sharing the space with his friend Bucky Barnes, but your other brother-in-law Andy causes problems, along with your overprotective brothers. 😭🤤😈💞

Keys In Your Ignition

Caught up in a sexual relationship with your father’s Vice President, and trying to not get caught.  Blind to everything else that’s going on in the club, and even your old crush, Bucky Barnes.  Not even noticing your brother and best friend flirting, until your father suddenly passes, and things in the club drastically change. 🤤💞😭

Kindly Unspoken

When Andy is convinced his ex had his baby and gave it up for adoption before her untimely death, he’s not going to stop until he finds out the truth, even if it’s eight years later. Being a new social worker, you go out of your way to help him figure out if there is a child, and if the child is even his.  *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU* 🤤💞😭

Sweet Silver Linings

Curtis Everett scared you.  People scared you.  Everyone that you had ever grown close to always ended up dead.  Your trauma and need to be alone kept people far away from you.  But there was something special about the oddly joyful man.  One that just wouldn’t stay out of your bookstore, until you said yes.  *Part of the Keys in Your Ignition AU* 🤤💞😭

Kinktober 2021

The ABCs of kinks, featuring a new Chris Evans and/or Sebastian Stan character each day! 😈🤤🔪 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Kinktober 2022

We’re back with some more smutty, kinky, and dark fun for the month of October.  These one shots are not from any existing AU.  These will get very dark so read ALL warnings before hand.  My blog is an 18+ ONLY space.  All minors and hate will be blocked.  This is fiction, have fun.  This year I’m introducing a few more characters instead of just Chris and Sebastian characters...🤤😈 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Kinktober 2023

This year's Kinktober is going to be featuring moodboards that YOU guys help decide.  Each of these were created by the moodboard events.  Each day in the month of October you will get a new ONE shot.  These are not one big universe.  Each one will be a stand alone story.  🤤😈🔪😭💞

The Legends of Collingswood Glade

Deep into the woods, and past the veil is a beautiful place.  Beautiful but dangerous.  Faeries are not to be trusted, and in their world rules often change.  Each court is different, but one rules them all...

Man Out of Time

The never ending story about OFC Charlie Allen and her travels through the MCU with Steve Rogers and Bucky Barnes.  I do not foresee this ending anytime soon, and I enjoy randomly writing chapter and shorts for it. 😈🤤💞🔪

Misguided Ghosts

Charles wants you, but Jake saw you first. Now the ghost of the house you bought has to compete with your best friend, and he’s very jealous of the hold that Jake has on you. Maybe if they could live with you in harmony, but neither men want to share your time. And both of the perfect idea of what’s right for you…and themselves. 🤤💞😂😈

Moon Rituals

As the last Moon Sprite you should stay safe behind your Faerie Ring but when a handsome Chase Collins waits for a Faerie outside of the ring.  What does the witch want? 🤤💞😈

More Than You Know

When you and your fiancé go back to your hometown of Santo Padre, it opens up a world you thought you had left behind.  Running back into an ex set off a whirlwind of emotions and happenings, leaving you to move to Charming.  Featuring Angel Reyes, Ari Levinson, and Jax Teller 🤤🔪💞 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Mr. & Mrs. Barber AU

Married to Andy Barber, and you two just can’t get enough of each other.  When you decided to go through your list of kinks, who knew there was so many?  And oh what fun it is to have with your husband. 😈🤤💞

Mr. Freezy Pops

Life would have been so much easier for you if you didn’t have a random run in with Robert “Mr. Freezy” Pronge.  Or was the meeting that random? 🤤😈🔪 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Sweet Cherry Pops

No one ever said that love was easy.  Try falling for a possessive murderer for hire, and when he’s in prison, and you’re pregnant with his daughter, he leaves his friend and colleague to look after you. You and Cherry spent way too much time together, and when Freezy comes back, you all have to navigate a changing relationship.  💞😭🔪🤤😈

Much Too Fast

Curtis Everett was supposed to be something wild and crazy, but then it got serious fast. Torn between doing what is right, and what you really want to do. And what you really wanted was Curtis. But his life was too complicated. And yours was becoming more, and all because of him.

Night Moves

Alone and wanting safety in your kind of work, you seek out Lloyd Hansen and Carter Baizen. Fierce men with deep pockets and high end clients. They also protect their girls above anything else. Should a man mess with you, they receive Lloyd’s sick sense of retaliation. But what happens when you fall? 🤤💞

The One to Sacrifice

Being a mother was hard.  Being an aunt was harder.  Giving up your dreams of becoming a professional ice skater to raise your niece was proving to be impossible.  With her father dead, your other brother in rehab, and you low on cash and help, you didn’t have a choice but to move back in with your parents.  Your niece did not care to skate, but she wanted to play hockey.  You just never signed up for disgraced Johnny Storm to be her coach.  😭💞🤤

On The Good Ship Ares

In a dystopian future you’re on the ship Ares to land on Mars and repopulate the planet.  You are promised to Chris Beck, but you can’t help but lust after James Mace and what he has to offer.  When James joins you and Chris, will the three of you be able to navigate your life in a new world, and help populate it, or will jealousy rear its evil head?  🤤💞

Open Your Heart

Married to Paul Diskant, the two of you move to Meade to a better cardiac hospital.  In dire need of a heart transplant.  While doing his usual runs, Lee Bodecker can’t help but to become a bit obsessed with you, and he’ll do anything to make sure you get your heart, but he’s the one that ultimately wants it... 🤤😈🔪💞

Out of the Sea

He needed your help, and you couldn't let him drown.  Now that he's back he doesn't need your help, just you.  Your body.  Your everything.  Both of you spent the years desiring and obsessing over the other.  Now that you've reconnected you want to teach him the ways of the ocean, and he wants to teach you the ways of him.  Will this be a matchmade in heaven or in sin? 🤤😈💞

Pretty Little Secrets

Growing up in a home with other women, you are trained to become the perfect housewife, and you’ve caught the eyes of the possible future Vice President Scott Huffman.  While he’s extremely interested, your little crush on Nick Gant, may get you in trouble...😈🤤🔪😭💞

Rebuild Your Ruins

Adopted by Ragnar Lothbrok himself, you train to be a fierce Viking warrior with Bucky.  As children you hated each other.  He despised you for slowing him down, but as you got older you became best friends, and were not ready to be forced into marriage.  Not to mention you may have confusing feelings towards Ari.  Can you navigate relationships with both?  And can Bucky handle him not being the most important man in your life? 😈🤤💞

See Through My Eyes

You had reached the point of your life in the last thirty-six years that you were just going to be alone.  You were content.  Living your happy life with no rules for anyone but yourself.  And there was Bucky.  And one night.  And that was all it took to have your world turned upside down, and it will never be the same again. 🤤💞😭

Smoke and Mirrors

When your husband winds up dead, and there is too much speculation surrounding his death, the one and only Sherlock Holmes is hired to investigate.  There’s only so much that Sheriff Beau Arlen can do to make sure you stay safe.  But at what cost?  And how quickly can Sherlock solve the mystery...if there even is one.  😈🤤🔪

Stained Like Georgia Clay

There’s nothing sweeter than summertime, peaches, honey, sweet tea, falling in love add in the loss of your innocence.  Will the first love be enough to withstand a tornado and a tragedy?  Or just like the changing of the seasons does it wither away and make room for something new? 🤤😭💞 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Step Into My Ride

Ransom was your ride or die.  High school sweethearts turned into young parents.  It never stopped either of you from the thrill of the race.  All is fun and games until he’s arrested for something he didn’t do.  Sentenced to ten years in prison, while you try to raise a child alone, and wait on his return.  Will the truth ever come out, or will you always be left to defend your boyfriend’s name? 🤤😭🔪💞   

That September Night

Unlucky in love, you go against everything you have ever believed, and signed up for The Bachelor.  You didn’t want to, but didn’t want to miss out on the experience.  You didn’t expect the bachelor to be the ridiculously handsome Nick Vaughan.  Didn’t expect an instant connection.  But you also weren’t prepared for the drama, the anger, the hate, the worry, the constant cameras, or Nick’s need to steal you away from the cameras any chance he could. 🤤💞😭

There Goes My Life

Steve was your weakness.  He was the person you loved the most, and then he was on the run.  You had tried to tell him something important, and then the blip happened, and you weren’t able to.  But your secret sure was able to tell him.  Now Steve has to navigate this new life, plus find comfort for himself.  But he never gives up on somehow being able to change what is going on in the world.  🤤💞😭

Trying To Save Me

Fate. A word you were forbidden to ever speak. It wasn’t real and it didn’t exist. A word that was always whispered around you, but never to you. You didn’t know why you were fated for something. Just that the day you were born the great winter came and you’ve been on the run with your family since, but now they were gone. Traveling to what you thought was further and further away from the dark king’s palace. Instead, you had begun to get closer. Following a white wolf instead of your learned route. No wonder you wound up captive and given to the king as a gift. As was fated… 😈🤤🔪💞😭

Two Good Reasons

They should be enough to make him stay. But they weren’t. You should have been all he needed. But you weren’t. He left. And he left for someone who was the complete opposite of you, but the thing that stung the most was her age. You hate her. You hate him. You have to change course, and that includes a new job. And him. Andy was everything. But can he still be everything. You’re used and have baggage now. And he’s perfect. And you’re you. And they are yours.   💞🤤😭

Underneath the City Lights

When your father dies, and the Dirty Martini is ran by your brother, all hell breaks lose.  And the one person who knows the secret to the newest mafia family in town is you.  Forced to perform, and bought by August Walker.  Who knew it was going to take an old family friend to save you?  Hiding you away from the families is where the two of you start to fall.... 🤤💞🔪😈

Unfaithful

Married to Mike Weiss, but once a week you have lunch with Andy Barber, until it’s not enough  😈🤤🔪 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

Victim of the Circumstance

You were not looking for love. You had it, and it was the best thing that had ever happened to you. And it was taken away. Leaving you grieving with two kids. But you finally made it to Florida and the place he had always to retire to. Living on an orange grove when your precocious daughter befriends one of the construction workers. James Mace was not looking for love. And he definitely wasn’t looking for kids. 😭💞🤤😂

With Your Touch

You were supposed to be living a normal life.  Perfect boyfriend, just graduated college, and ready to start your new life.  Until you met him.  Brooding and imposing unless his daughter is around.  You knew nothing about babies, but he knew less.  Tension builds, feelings flare up, but are they just because he looks extremely sexy when he's soft?  Could it be because you are falling for this princess of a baby girl before him?  Is it because when he's in town you're too close?  The money is good, and yet his attention is better.  💞🤤

What’s Wrong and What’s Right

You were the perfect Omega.  Soft, quiet, ready to please an Alpha, but you were used for the folly of desperate Betas.  Betas who wanted to treat an Omega like they were the Alpha.  Nick Fowler kept you mostly guarded.  You were his golden star, never been sullied by an Alpha...and then there was Johnny Storm.  🤤😈

When The Rain Gathers...

You thought that things with Ransom were simple.  They were supposed to be. So why when you announce your marriage to Carter Baizen, and the now fast approaching wedding did things get so complicated?  It was supposed to be you and Ransom versus the world.  And now everyone wants to split the two of you apart.  Ransom is your best friend, the man that had all your firsts.  And even if people, and Carter are trying to pull you apart, you're not ready to say goodbye to the best thing in your life...  😭🤤💞

Your Mark On Me

When you need something to help you stay alert study, you found a whole lot more than you were looking for. Tatted and massive. He was what your dreams were made of, but is he a nightmare? He claimed you, and now he intends on keeping you. No matter what the cost.  😈🔪🤤 ⭐COMPLETE⭐

You Were the One

As a technical analyst in the CIA, you’re in a committed relationship with your fiancé Court Gentry, however, he’s beginning to trust you less and less while he’s on the field.  Then there’s Lloyd Hansen, a senior agent, that has pushed and pushed for you to be in his ear, while he’s on missions, and he listens.  What happens when the two men try to tell each other what it is that you need? 🤤🔪💞😭  ⭐COMPLETE⭐

You Won’t Get Time

From the moment both yours and Steve's parents died in the same car crash, you two had a bond that could not be broken.  Growing up as foster siblings with the Barnes family only amplified that bond, and feelings.  But where does love and obsessive possession meet?  And can you ever have a relationship that isn't dependent on your foster brother? 😭🤤💞😈

Coming Soon

what is flowing through my brain currently.  

[bigtreefest]

Oh, there’s such an allure of Jack!! Definitely a lot lurking under the surface!!

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

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i read this over the weekend and it's so sweet and menacing all at the same time!

🖤😈

Perfume on the Shelf

Summary: You told him he had one more chance to cheat, and you were done. Warning him there would be no second chances, but he didn’t listen. Couldn’t believe you. He definitely didn’t think you’d run into his partner’s arms. Jack was always waiting on you to wise up. And now he’s going to show you just how hard soft love can be.

Pairings: Jack O'Malley X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, drinking, cheating, unprotected sex, PIV sex, hard sex, creampie, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 3K

Jack O'Malley Masterlist

You didn’t need to say anything or cause a scene. You saw him with another woman. Again. Again he disappointed you. Again he lied to you. Again he chose someone that wasn’t you. You gave him too many chances, and you’re not even sure if it’s because of love, fear, or just fucking stupidity that caused you to stay.

You take a sip of your whiskey. Letting the amber liquid burn down your throat, and give you something to think about besides the way he looked as he pushed into her. Her obnoxious pornstar sounds that echoed out into your home. Yes, he paid for it, but you still lived there. You loved it there, but he tainted it for the last time. It just wasn’t worth the loss of your dignity.

You give the bar a little tap, and the bartender gives you a pitiful look. “Just fucking pour me another round.”

“You wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not,” why the hell would you want to tell a stranger your problems? And what were you supposed to say? My boyfriend that’s a hitman for hire cheats on me all the fucking time, and thinks he should be allowed to that because his job is stressful, and he needs to fuck. Of course you have a perfectly viable pussy that he never complained about, but new pussy just feels different. And he thinks that is justifying his actions to you.

Asshole.

Robert wasn’t a terrible guy, but he was far from being great, or even good, especially in a relationship. You let him use you because you ‘love’ him. You scoff hearing that word in your mouth. While you loved him it was one sided, and you’re beginning to think you didn’t even love him at all. Maybe the idea of him, and that just makes you feel sick. What idea of him? The fact that he wouldn’t hesitate to kill someone that crosses you? Where have you heard that line before?

You are just as bad as him no matter how you want to think about it. You couldn’t justify how seeing him punish a man that has wronged you made you feel. How you watched him end the life of people for you — for your safety. You know you’re a sicko, but you also know you won’t be disrespected, and you at least are loyal. It wasn’t worth it.

Maybe the cheating throughout your relationship hardened you each time, so that when it was time to break free it didn’t hurt. What hurts is your ego and the fact he trampled all over it. Asshole. Big fucking dick asshole. You hate him, and hate it worse that you allowed him that amount of freedom with your heart.

Maybe shame is a better word to describe things. You just feel numb. Not the sense of relief you thought you would feel but…nothing at all. You tap your finger on the bar, hoping to get a refill soon. You lift the final drink to your mouth, but a thick and heavy hand lays on yours tapping the table and you look to your right. Annoyed that someone had the audacity to stop you, and you glare at the man.

“I think you’ve had enough. She’s had enough,” he says, waving at the bartender.

“Don’t tell me what to do, Jack. You can fuck off, too.”

“Yeah, he told me you hadn’t made it home. I told him you probably did.”

Your eyes downcast to the scratched wood. This bar is nowhere you would have ever found yourself any other time. You didn’t want to be found though. Robert would look at the high end hotel bars. you wanted to be left alone to lick your wounds and wait for him to get an assignment so you can pack up your shit, and leave for good.

“You knew?”

“Knew that he’s always fucking someone? Yeah. You’re the stupid woman that kept making excuses for him. The one that believed him when he said that he wouldn’t ever do it again, and it would last maybe a couple of weeks. Sex was real good at home, but then…like I said last time, he’s insatiable. It’s not you, it really is him. The man has no business being in a relationship. And I told you that. Or did you forget? You thought your pussy could cure his whoring ways,” you snort, your eyes go glossy as you look to the wall of liquor bottles.

Every time he cheated, Jack told you that you would be better off without him. That he wasn’t going to change, and he hadn’t. He was still a man that was going to fuck who he wanted to fuck. “That’s not all you said to me.”

“Oh yeah? And what else did I say, sweetheart?” His foot wraps around the leg of your stool, and he pulls you dangerously close to his own. Placing you right in between his thighs as he leans forward, “Go on, tell me what I said to you.”

“You know,” you whisper, your hand absentmindedly placing on his thigh. You move the hand up, and pull it back down. Looking at his thick leg, he places his fingers on your chin, lifting your gaze to him. Tsking you as he shakes his head. “You know what you said.”

“And I need you to refresh my memory. I easily forget.”

You lean in too close. Your mouth is right at his ear, and you place your lips over the shell, “You told me I could get under you, and you could help me forget him.”

“And what do you suppose I meant by that?” His breath on your neck sends a chill up your spine, and heat pools to your core. You feel like a bitch in heat with how bad you want him to make you forget. You didn’t love Robert, and had no intentions of returning, or even staying here. But something about your goodbye being with Jack’s cock fucking into you sounds delicious.

“I think you meant you want to fuck me,” leaning back you watch as Jack’s pupils expand. Blowing wide with dark pools of lust, and blocking out the crystal blue of his eyes. What both of you are proposing should be forbidden, but you weren’t loyal to any man anymore. You want him. You want him raw and unhinged.

“I think you want to hear what I sound like when I come on your cock. You want to fuck me so good and hard I forget everything I saw tonight. You want me to cry from pleasure instead of betrayal. You want me to be your little slut tonight, and have my cunt milk your cock dry.”

Jack doesn’t respond with words, he lays down a hundred dollar bill and picks you up, throwing you on his shoulder. His eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels your pussy throbbing with a need to be filled. A need to be punished. Carrying you out of the bar before walking down the street.

“Where are we going?” you ask, giggling because being upside down with some whiskey in your system is making you loopy.

“Uh uh, stay with me. We’re going to a hotel. It’s just a block away.”

“You mean that crummy old motel?”

“Eh,” he shrugs the best he can. “It’s the best option right now. Plus, I know what the best room of the place is. They keep it nice and clean for me. Just trust me,” you didn’t care about trust, you just want Jack to fuck you so you can say a big fuck you to Robert. You hoped that Jack bragged about it. Took a picture of it, hell, record it. You didn’t care. That part of you is no longer there. You want Robert to feel as low as you do, while you moan out another man’s name.

Get to feel blissful for once. You’re an adult, and you have imagined being under, over, beside, upside down, and whatever position this man could come up with, with Jack. The man is attractive, and he’s not been subtle in asking you, more like begging you. You are just now in the right state of mind to receive his kind of attention.

He slams open the door, and slings you on the bed immediately. His hands paw at your pants as he tries to remove your clothes while you look around the room. This is too nice here. It’s bigger than the normal room. “Take your shirt off,” he tells you breathlessly.

His lips attach to your legs, creating a trail of desire all the way up before his sinful mouth is kissing over your drenched panties. “What is this place?”

“It’s my home. Stop talking.”

“You live here?”

“Yes,” he sighs, leaning back on his haunches, and you sit up off the bed watching him. “And I’m apparently a little rusty. I’m pulling out all the stops for you, kissing you over that stupid piece of fabric that you call panties. Moaning at the way you taste, and you’re just worried about my damn hotel.”

“Your hotel?” You didn’t know this about Jack. He’s full of surprises.

“And I’m only mildly offended that you made that gross comment about my crummy hotel, but the fact you’re ignoring my pinky that is only slightly rubbing over you is offensive,” you genuinely smile at him. There’s more to Jack than meets the eye. He really wants you to enjoy this moment. Not just seek revenge on your lying boyfriend, but see him. Pay attention to him, even though you haven’t exactly ignored him.

There’s a true sadness over his face, and you pull off your shirt. Reaching behind you to your bra, “You’re not trying to talk yourself out of sleeping with me this time?” You shake your head no. A grin spreads over your face as you let your bra drop into your lap, and he slings it behind him quickly.

Lifting your ass you shake your hips back and forth, removing your panties, and spread your legs wide. Dipping your fingers into your warmth, and you bring them back out. Stretching them wide, and watching as Jack stares at the webbing of your slick coated your fingers.

“Get undressed, Jack,” he does so enthusiastically. Nearly tripping as he tries to rid himself of his clothes, and that glorious cock springs free. Beads of precum shine in the low lighting, and his member twitches with excitement. Kneeling on the bed, he crawls in between your thighs, and you cover your cunt with your hands.

“Oh, come on!” It’s more silly than serious, but he’s adorable being animated.

“First, tell me, is this a one time thing? Or are we going to be seeing a lot of each other from now on?”

“Sugar, I only want you for sex,” no he doesn’t. A man doesn’t chase after a woman for years just for sex. But you want him to admit it to you. It could be all there is, or it could be that he wants to sneak around some more. Your bet is on the latter.

“Sure you do.”

“I’m being honest,” he smiles as he starts to lift your hands away. Holding his cock at the base he runs his blunt tip through your folds. Collecting your arousal, and he dips lower. Pushing just the tip in before he pulls out. “This is just a one time thing. Understand?”

“Then you better fuck me hard and good, so I don’t forget.”

“I’ll fuck you so deep that your body will be mesmerized by me. Crave me for all of eternity, and ruin you for other men.”

“If it’s just a one time thing, why would you do that?” He doesn’t answer. He just crashes into your warmth. So fast that the world spins on another axis, and your body lurches up the bed. You yelp as his cock whispers against your cervix. Eyes rolling in the back of your head as Jack settles into your warmth.

Giving your walls a chance to accommodate his thick girth, and your breathing to regulate again. “What was that you asked?”

“I said,” he pulls out of your pussy, crashing back in, balls deep. Jack’s sack bounces off your ass, and you forget what you were trying to convey. “I said that — oh my fuck!” He does this again. Stopping your line of thought every time. He is almost painfully deep, but your body pulls him closer. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and arching your back.

You want to feel him through your entire body. “I think you were trying to say something?”

“Just fuck me!”

“As you wish,” he drags himself out of you, and starts to piston back in. A brutal pace, and you can’t think of anything else, but the pleasure. The absolute perfect way that this man melts into your body just like you are the perfect fit for him. The bed slams against the wall, and you still need more. Maybe it’s just Jack.

The thought of only getting this one time, and never again is appalling. You need this everyday. You need to receive him multiple times a day. Have him filling you up, but in a weird way, worshiping you. Petting around your face, and giving you the sweetest chaste kisses while he splits you in two. He is demolishing you from the inside out, and you want him to.

You want him to take all that he needs, just so you can thank him for his services. Thrusting into you so hard that you feel bruises being formed at the apex of your thighs. You could get used to this kind of treatment. The treatment that you are the only thing that could ever matter to him. And you are the only one that could make him feel this way.

“Jack! Jack! Jaaaaaacck!”

“I know. And you’re going to take everything that I give you. Whenever I give it to you, you’re going to take it, and you’re going to tell me thank you. Okay?” You nod your head, words barely able to form on your lips, and you take it all.

Every stab into your body, you take it. Every mark he nips onto your neck, you take it. Every sharp pinch to your nipples, you take it. You take everything with fervor. You will take whatever this man gives you. Every bit of it. You’re ruined for other men sexually, if only…

“I’m going to count to three, and we’re going to come together. One,” you pout up at him. Biting on your lip as your walls start to flutter around his wide cock. This is going too fast. If you only get one chance, he should make it last for hours.

“Two,” he softly wipes his thumb over your forehead, removing the sweat that beads along your skin, and you whimper out his name. He is the devil for being too good at this. You want more. More of him. Not just his body. But the buildup is too much. You want to come on his cock. You want to feel him come into you.

“Three,” his word is more like a grunt as your tight pussy clenches down around him. Holding him so tight that you hope you trap him inside until he gets hard again and the two of you die because you can’t stop fucking each other.

One more push into you, and you feel hot ribbons of his cum spurt deep inside of you, and you both mewl at the feeling of your juices mixing into the most beautiful form of arousal. Fusing together as one as you search his eyes. Please. Please let him tell you that one time is never enough. Be good enough that he wants to stay.

He whispers out your name while his breathing is labored, and choked. “I’m not good enough for you. And I’m not good enough to walk away from you either.”

“Good.”

“I need you to get dressed and walk away from me, and this life,” you twist your head to the side and study him. “You deserve a better life than this, and I need…”

“What do you want though?”

“For you to never go anywhere that I’m not. I’ve always wanted you, and you know that,” how could it be possible that you’re now the one that needs him in your life. Jack has tried for so long. Even before Robert became your poison of choice. Why did he stick around and wait for this moment for all that time?

“I want to do this again and again and again. I want you.”

And for the first time in so long, you want to do what you want, too. You want him. You hate this life. But you want him. You can’t go on pretending that this life doesn’t exist because he is all you want. For how long was anyone’s guess because you’re unsure when Jack is who you wanted, and yet you denied him because you were with Robert. But you are tired of pretending, and tired of fighting.

“I’m sorry I tried to make you jealous,” and there it is. The man is finally apologizing after all these years. Games and more stupid games. Games that had real life consequences. Games that made you both take such different paths in life. “I love you.”

“Ehh, we’re not doing that now. I’m sorry I had to make you jealous for making me jealous. And then I got caught in Robert’s web. No more games.”

“None,” he’s tired of the games and chasing as well. Now he just wants to chase you to the bed.

“Just you and me?”

“And the devil makes three,” and that’s how you like it. Equal partners. For now until you each take your last dying breath. Just you. And him. And the devil makes three…

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