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He stood shirtless in front of the stove, the lighting melting over his muscles in just the right way, bicep flexed as he poured (what you assume to be) pancake batter into the pan.

You make your way over to the kitchen, rubbing drowsy over your eyes, one of Clark's shirts swallowing your small frame as you approach him, mumbling a soft "Morning babe."

He immediately turns around, eyes twinkling joyful before he bends down, pressing a short kiss to your forehead. "Awhh look who's finally up," his voice is still laced with sleepiness, "You were knocked out so bad, thought I could surprise you with breakfast."

You curl into his side while he finishes making each pancake. "Mhmm gosh, you're too good for me Clark."

He looks offended down to you, wraps his free arm around you and purrs out. "No, you deserve to be treated like a goddess, that's what I'm here for." He squeezes you tightly and moves his arm to hold the pan as far away from you as possible to flip the pancake—to not hurt you by accident.

You stay curled into his side, not even noticing how fast the time passes and a how a large amount of pancakes is neatly stacked onto eachother on a plate, the faint smell of vanilla and butter filling the whole room in a familiar warm scent.

You and Clark sit down on the couch, devouring the pancakes together. You swing your legs over his, closing your eyes for a second at the comforting warmth seeping of off him, his free hand instinctively drapes over your shoulder, pulling you snug against him.

You both keep eating in comfortable silence, the tower of pancakes vanishing before you could even process it and you pull a face, pouting at Clark after chewing on the last bit of your pancake.

His expression softens, and he immediately offers you the half-eaten pancake in his hand. Your whole face lights up and Clark could swear his heart just stuttered. You move your face towards his hand with a cheeky grin and just eat the pancake out of his hand in big bites.

At first he just stared flabbergasted with big puppy eyes at you. The urge to squeeze your cheeks almost unbearable, you're too cute. Cheeks now looking chubby because of the gigantic pancake bites you took while you chew joyfully like a hamster.

He just keeps looking at you with that expression filled with so much love and adoration you fear you're gonna have a heart attack right on the spot.

So you push the empty plate aside, climb into his lap and press your face into his chest, and close your eyes. Just focusing on the feeling of the grounding warmth thats always radiating off him, and how the soft tissue of muscles feels beneath your cheek.

Clark instinctively wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer if that was even possible. His hand went to tenderly stroke the back of your head. You close your eyes and your hand curls into the fabric of his shirt as you almost drift back to sleep again.

Those domestic moments meant everything to you—to Clark aswell. There's something about two touch starved individuals who can't get enough of each other. There's something so deeply intimate about those tiny things, things every normal person would overlook. Lingering touches, lingering glances, limbs tangled up.

You love just snuggling into his chest and hearing his steady heartbeat. He had the advantage of being able to hear your heartbeat from miles away, well—superman stuff.

But at least you had an excuse to always snuggle up to his chest, even though you didn't even need one.

Clark loves seeing you like that.

So at ease and soft.

Melting just the second your body touched his. Your body looking so small curled up against him, it truly was a sight.

Well there quite literally wasn't a chance you wouldn't look small compared to your beefy boyfriend, but that was cool.

You both continue to just sit snuggled up in that position, not either of you planning to move anytime soon.

Clark nuzzles his face in your soft hair, taking a deep breath, letting out a satisfied grunt before brushing your hair behind your ear and planting soft kisses all along your temple.

You draw lazy lines across his ribs and let out a relaxed breath, you could quite literally feel all the tension of the past few weeks melting right off of you, it feels incredible.

You didn't know how long you've been in that position, but at some point you felt Clark's arms (which were tightly wrapped around you a second ago), going completely lax and his head drops on your shoulder.

You hear him snoring softly, his breath feeling warm on your shoulder and you couldn't help but let out a squeaky "awwhh", your big boy was too cute for his own good.

But you didn't dare to move a muscle, to not wake him up, so this is how you spent the rest of your day.

You'd never complain though.

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Yet no matter how much you try to hide it, Jack always notices.

You step through the door, dropping your jacket on a chair that was standing nearby. You pull the door shut, shuffling your shoes off and then make your way over to the bedroom, trying to sneak past the bed containing a very hot yet very tired silver fox.

You weren't sure if he was sleeping so you tried to be extra quiet, not wanting to disturb the few hours of sleep he usually gets.

You slip quietly into sweats and one of Jack's shirts, just to see him turn around softly—face looking groggy—opening the covers for you, stretching his arm outward—muscles bulging out in just the right yummy way—to invite you into bed.

You immediately launch onto him with such a force he involuntarily lets out a loud huff before enveloping you in his warm arms.

"Tough day huh?" The low rumble of his voice is like music in your ears and you couldn't reply, just nod.

He squeezes you closer to his chest, glancing softly down to you—observing.

You don't know what to do, feeling so vulnerable and bare under his gaze, and before you notice it your eyes start to sting, the tears bubbling up faster than you can process it and you blink frantically, in hopes not to start full on sobbing now.

Jack lowers his head, forehead nuzzling gently into your cheek, voice pitched down in that incredibly soft tone as if he was speaking to an startled animal or something, "Shh. It's okay let it out sweets."

You wrap your arms tightly around his huge frame, fingers curling around the thin fabric of his shirt, as if to reassure yourself he wouldn't just vanish into thin air or something.

You slide down slightly and nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, closing your eyes tightly shut and just breath him in.

His arms settle gently around you, one around your shoulders, the other around your waist, pulling you closer (if that's physically even possible). His fingers draw warm soothing patterns across your back which made you almost forget your frustration about work.

Around him everything was just so.. simple.

All the thoughts that usually make your head all dizzy just get quiet when he's around. You have nothing to worry about when you're here, in his arms, focusing on solely nothing but his heartbeat and steady breath.

You bury your head deeper into his neck, hands digging desperately into his back, but he never seems to mind.

He adjusts you so your thighs are snug against his, and Jack's hand goes up to your hair, slowly tousling through each strand with care. Your senses are drowning in him, his scent, what he feels like, and for once—your body goes limp in his arms..

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you love some silent time. you both understand how taxing it is to be social, even sometimes with each other. you guys find yourself having a lot of silent time, sat on opposite sides of the couch while you read and pope cleans one of his guns.

maybe you have separate rooms. you guys don’t have the same ideas when it comes to the way you like things, you have your things and you need your own space, same with pope. you loved the idea of having to see the way pope decorated his room verses how you would, it was nice that you both respected that time and space alone, is needed and it’s what makes your relationship so healthy. you agreed you guys would spend a few nights out of the week in your own rooms which only lasted a week because you find yourself sneaking into pope's room every night, he’s too warm to pass up.

he knows when it’s time to go home. you can both get a little irritated and stand off-ish when you’ve been in an overwhelming social situation for too long. the second your leg bounces, you start tapping your finger, or rocking a little he knows it’s time to leave. he can feel your energy shift, and he has no problem leaving whenever because your social batteries are pretty in sync.

he knows all your safe foods, he cooks them for you all the time. the second you tell him there’s a food you don’t like he practically forgets it ever exists because he never brings it up again. he knows what it’s like to not find the food in front of you appetizing, so he tries his best to avoid you feeling like that.

he knows what fabrics you hate and he avoids wearing them. it’s something you bonded over because you both disliked a lot of the same fabrics.

popes pretty quiet so he loves when you talk about your special interests to him. he’s a great listener, especially when it comes to you, so he loves nothing more than listening you ramble on about the things you love. he knows how much it means to you and he doesn’t just hear you, he really listens so he takes interest in your interests. he's even taken the time to do research of his own so he can tell you things he’s learned and indulge in whatever it is you like best.

pope is very protective of you, in many ways. if your safety is put at risk in any way, he’d do anything to protect you, really, anything. even if it’s something less life threatening, like you being overwhelmed. he’s doing anything he can to calm you down and get you to a point where you can regulate yourself.

he’s huge on consent. he grew up without being asked for his consent often so he’s always double checking if what’s he’s doing is alright with you. he also knows how you need to know when physical touch is about to happen sometimes which is why he’s grown accustomed to it.

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“Hi honey, I’m home,” Jack said as he pushed the door to your bedroom open.

You were perched against the head board in your robe. Your legs were crossed comfortable as you rubbed the lotion into them.

“Hi babe,” you said without looking up, “reservation isn’t until 8:30, so you have plenty of time.”

Your hair was in big rollers, a few loose strands falling over your forehead, you hadn’t gotten to your makeup yet, wanting to deal with your hair first.

“You want to make it to dinner?” He asked from the foot of the bed.

You cocked your head at him, finally looking up. You rubbed the extra lotion into your hands. “Why wouldn’t I want to? It’s our anniversary?”

He smirked, “I walk in to you all dolled up on the bed, basically waiting for me, you trying to kill me?”

You scoffed, a grin forming on your face.

He reached his hand out and grabbed your ankles, gently but firmly tugging you towards the edge of the bed in one swift movement.

God he was so strong. His biceps flexed against his scrub sleeves and it always went right to your core.

He was standing between your legs now.

“Since we have plenty of time…” he said quietly, dropping to his knees. He put your thighs on his shoulders, kissing the inside of each of your thighs lightly.

He wasted no time, “need you to be quick, so we can make that reservation.”

He wasted no time in diving his tongue into your core, already wet and needy for him.

You moaned at the sensation, thanking yourself for not putting anything on under your robe after your shower earlier.

“God Jack,” you whined. Your fingers carded through his curly hair, your other hand behind you, holding you off the bed.

He flattened his tongue and moved from your clit all the way down, repeating it over and over, driving you insane.

He worked harder with his tongue over your clit. Then, he slipped a finger inside, he groaned against you feeling how wet you were.

“Ohgodohgodohgod” you moaned as strings of curses and nonsense left your mouth at the uncontrollable, blissful pleasure crawling up your entire body.

Your moans grew louder and more desperate as his curved his finger driving you insane. Your arched your back and your thighs began to tremble. “Jack, baby, god, if you keep doing that I’m gonna-“ before you could finish he slipped another finger inside of you causing you to moan loudly.

The coil in your ur stomach was wound so tight you thought you were going to explode.

“I’m cumming I’m cumming,” you whined as he picked up his pace with both his fingers and his tongue.

Your orgasm came over you like a wave and you clenched around his fingers as he worked them in out of you hard and fast. He kept the rhythm with his tongue as he moaned over you, sending vibrations through your body.

You screamed his name as your back arched and you pulled his hair so tightly your sure it hurt his scalp, grasping at anything you could. You came undone right into his mouth.

You were panting as you came down from your high. He looked up and began kissing the inside of your thighs with a smirk on his face.

“Perfect,” he said as he stood up to face you, “now that I’ve had my appetizer, I can shower and get ready for dinner.”

He kissed your lips deeply, while you still got your bearings, unable to speak. He turned and made his way to the shower, still wearing that smirk on his face.

Oh boy was going to get it once you got home from that restaurant.

Abbott was quick to notice your knees buckling and gently shoves his leg in-between yours, basically holding you up with zero effort.

Abbott's arms are wrapped possessively around you, you can feel his chest like a solid wall behind you, radiating so much warmth off you could pass out right on the spot.

His face is nuzzled into your neck, sucking and licking quite everywhere. Yet his favorite spot—of course—was your pulse point. He leaves feverish hot kisses on your sensitive skin before he sucks on your pulse point, making your brain go all mush in less than a second.

You lean more into Abbott, legs too buttery to hold yourself up at this point, but the rough fabric of his cargo pants feel actually quite nice when you rock your hips slightly forward on his thigh, the friction making a oh—so—familiar warmth pool in the pitt of your stomach. Jack continuously abuses your neck, sucking so hard it would leave marks, this time for real.

Your hands claw into Robby's hair, tugging, trying to signalize him to let go of your chest and kiss you instead, which he happily agrees to, lips crashing roughly against yours, tongue seeking for entrance in your mouth.The two of you get lost in a messy kiss, groaning into eachother's mouths while you continue to rub your soaked panties along Abbott's thigh, too lost in the moment to worry about ruining his pants or anything like that.

Abbott sets his head on your shoulder, watching you both make out, eyes twinkling amused. He rumbles lowly, "Hmm, she's such a needy girl, Robby, you gotta see how soaked she already is."

Robby breaks the kiss, your lips were still connected by a messy string of salvia, and looks down, seeing you please yourself on Abbott's thigh. His eyes darken with desire and he lets out a content hum before slipping his hand down, rubbing over the damp fabric of your drenched panties.

You squirm at the more direct friction, an embarrassing sound that sounds like a mix of a moan and whine strangling out of you while you shift forward on Robby's hand.

"Damn such a needy girl," Robby muses and looks approvingly down.

Shortly after you were splayed out on the bed, Abbott's thighs on either side of yours, your back comfortably leaning against his solid chest and Robby lying comfortably next to you, his arm resting lightly over your and Abbot's thigh, trailing slowly up your inner thigh, making you shiver sensitive.

Abbott slaps Robby's hand lightly away, scolding, "I think you should ask this young lady what she wants first." You giggle lightly, cheeks flushed and shift around slightly, rasping out, "I want you to touch me," You bat your eyes, giving them your best impression of doe eyes, adding in your softest voice, "Please."

And that was the signal they were waiting for, Abbots hands were dropping to your thighs, lightly grazing them meanwhile Robby's hands immediately drop to your cunt again, ghosting his fingers over your panties again, taking way too much enjoyment in the soft whine you let out.

The impatient man he is he didn't take long to push your panties aside, sliding his hand deliberately slow over your cunt, suppressing a groan.

He holds his hand out for Abbott and Abbott spits in it. You could swear this just made you like a million times more wet.

He's using Abbot's spit to lube you more up, explaining in his doctor voice what he's gonna do next.

"Mhmm—I'll start slowly with one finger, we don't wanna overwhelm you huh?" He looks softly at you and you just nod eager. Robby's a tall man, his fingers were like twice your size, you couldn't even picture in your nastiest dreams what his long fingers would feel like inside of you.

A strangled moan slips out of you the second he starts easing his finger inside of you, nothing couldve prepared you for this.

You try to wiggle away but Robby just lets out a soft 'tsk-tsk' and pushes your hips down without using any real strength.

It takes you a few minutes to get used to his finger but after you got used to it you didn't want this feeling to stop, like EVER.

He thrusts his finger inside you in a steady rhythm and then starts to curl them, knocking the air right out of you.

Shortly after he adds another finger, the trusts getting faster and he adds his thumb to assault your clit, his expression turning smug as you turn into a blabbering mess, begging him to never stop—and how close you were.

To all the overwhelming sensations Abbott lifts his hands up to your tits, kneading them softly before circling your nipples.

You were literally so close to combusting you couldn't possibly last any longer.

It also didn't really help that you could feel Abbott hardening, his erection pressing against your ass—and well— the tent in Robby's pants was hard to ignore.

Your breath shifts, more uneven, croaking out tiny whines whenever Robby's fingers are inside you again, bucking your hips forward to get him deeper, which led to your ass basically grinding against Abbott's hard dick and the soft grunt he lets out was a pure blessing for your ears, so continue grinding forward, the tension coiling tight inside you, close to its release.

Robby goes a bit faster and that was it, tension snapping inside of you, your orgasm rippling through you, tight walls pulsing around Robby's fingers.

Robby huffs out, "Fuck, such a good girl, I wish those tight walls would milk my cock dry instead of my fingers."

You close your eyes in the aftermath of the orgasm, cunt still clinging onto his fingers.

Abbott shakes his head, "Nuh-uh buddy, 'ts my turn now."

And just like that Robby scoots to the side and Abbott flips you around, hands grazing softly over your back before asking in a affectionate voice, "You up for round two babygirl?"

You arch your back against him, nodding, but he lets out a disapproving sound, mumbling in a husky voice, "Use your words baby."

And just like that you started begging in the most pathetic voice for him to just fuck you already.

It felt almost surreal to be here, you cant recall how many filthy daydreams you had about Abbott fucking you like that—but being really next to him—feeling his straining hard cock against you was a feeling nothing could ever compare to.

He gives your ass a approving small spank, muttering some soft praise out before slowly unbuckling his belt, freeing his dick.

You twist your head around to catch a glimpse at it, and your eyes immediately go wide—how was this fucking Monster supposed to fit inside you?? It was fucking huge and long, with aesthetic veins draped all over it, curved at the end with a thick pink tip, which was already leaking precum. You whimper at the mere sight of it, but Abbott gives you a sympathetic look.

"Don't worry, we'll start gentle, you'll see it's good." He smirks cocky before lubing his cock up with his spit and then drags it deliberately slowly along your cunt, tip prodding at your clit which makes you squirm in pleasure.

He groans and slowly slips his tip inside you, gripping your hips tightly.

You both moan out in sync, your hands grabbing tightly onto the sheets as Abbott tries to inch deeper inside of you, the stretch around his girth burning in a way that just made you ache for more, "Please, I need you deeper," Your voice wasn't more than a weak whimper, but Abbott slowly inches himself deeper, eyes rolling to the back of his skull at your tightness.

It took a bit until he was able to establish a rhythm, but at least he split you open far enough to be able to slip easily in and out, thrusts turning more and more steady.

Robby was just watching, slowly taking off his pants to release his dick, watching his best friend fucking your brain out.

Abbotts thrusts turn harder, and he groans out some praise of how tight you are and how well you take his dick, which just makes you tighten on him already, there's no chance you'd last long anyways with THAT thing inside of you.

The curved end hit spots nothing ever hit inside you, each time his tip brushes along your cervix your mind goes completely blank.

You hear Robby's groans in the background, jerking off to the scene in front of him and that just aroused you so much more.

Abbots thrusts turn harder, heavy balls slapping against your clit with each thrust, and all you could do was just whisper how fucking close you were.

Abbott kept up the same speed, one hand spanking your soft ass roughly, leaving a red mark on you and you whine out, so fucking close to just cumming undone.

"Wait please do that again—Nghhhh—oh my fucking—"

Abbott spanks you again, harder this time and shoves himself deep inside you. This time the tension snaps immediately and you cum, eyes rolling back as your orgasm crashed over you, cunt spasming around Abbot's thick cock.

His last restraint snapped and he pushes out just to thrust even deeper this time, cock throbbing as your walls puls around him.

He groans before he spills his load inside you, thick white ropes shooting deep inside you.

He just collapses on top of you afterwards whispering some soft praise before he glances over to Robby, Robby's hands covered in his cum—welp, time to clean up I guess.