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notes/warnings: fluff, first brett thing. short and hopefully not ooc. 9k celebration fic.
wc: ~400
You weren’t aware that Brett Richards knew what the word vacation meant. So, when he came home one day and told you he had rented a beachfront cottage for his next block off, you were surprised to say the least. When you asked what brought this on, he’d simply smiled and shook his head. “Just want a few days away with my girl is all.”
Now it was a week later and the two of you were holding hands as you walked along the beach, shoes left back at the cottage. You wrapped your free hand around his bicep and leaned into his arm.
He kissed the top of your head. “Happy?”
“Always am when I’m with you,” you answered honestly. Even when you fought with Brett, it didn’t last long, him insisting you talk it out instead of letting it fester.
He made a sound of agreement and squeezed your hand. “Something I wanted to talk to you about.”
You tilted your head back to look up at him in question. “Am I in trouble?”
His laugh showcased his wrinkles you loved so much. “No, sweetheart.”
You simply nodded in satisfaction and returned to your previous position. “Talk.”
“I was thinking about taking three weeks off in the fall, if that works for you.”
Your brow furrowed. “I mean, you know I can work around whatever. Is there any particular reason why?”
“Thought it might be a good time for a wedding.”
The casual way he said it brought you to a stop, pulling him with you. You turned to face him. “What?”
He smiled then, eyes sparkling. “Oh, that’s right. Knew I forgot something.”
When he dropped to one knee, your hands flew to cover your mouth. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a velvet box, flipping it open. “Sweetheart, you would make me the happiest man alive if you agreed to marry me.”
He’d barely gotten the words out of his mouth before you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. You repeated “yes” over and over again as you kissed anyplace you could reach. His arms wrapped around you as he snapped the box closed to protect the ring and the two of you toppled into the sand.
Your laughter filled the air until his lips found yours in a breathtaking kiss. And as the tide came in and soaked you both, there was nowhere else you’d rather be.
hello!!! saw a vid that says abbot just makes eyes w everyone sooooo what if we have jack who is hopelessly yearning and pathetic and in love but then reader genuinely believes that he's just that way with everyone
Oh Mr. Jack ‘The Flirt’ Abbot how i love you.
Jack Abbot who is such a natural flirt and so charming and charismatic that little ole’ you has zero clue just how down bad this man really is for you. Like he’d move buildings and god damn mountains if only you asked him too.
The man who stares at you with hearts in his eyes and yet you have no idea he’s being serious when almost every shift since starting at PTMC he has bought you coffee from the coffee shop out of the way when he comes in, all cause you said it was your favorite! The man who calls you honey, darling, sweetheart every chance he can, almost slipping up and doing it in front of a patient once, all because the kid was checking you out and flirting with you. And little oblivious you who just thinks he gives all his co-workers nicknames cause, well he calls Robby brother. The man who brings you in sweets from your favorite bakery, brings in a book you mentioned wanting to read once or twice. Excusing the gesture as just “Oh i heard you talkin’ about it and had a copy at home” which was a bold faced lie, he bought it just before shift.
The man who uses any possible plausible excuse he can to touch you, going the most inconvenient way to slide past behind you, brushing a hand across your back as he passes. His fingers brushing yours when you hand him a chart, when he hands you your coffee, etc.
Jack who is so obvious with his flirting and affections that it’s a joke with Robby and Dana when they catch him ogling you. Jack who’s so blatant with his want of you that Ahmad started a betting pool not on when the two of you will get together no its on when you’ll actually realize Abbot’s genuinely flirting.
The man looks at you like he wants to eat you half the time you’re around him and when Mel asks you why is Dr Abbot looking at you like that and all you can say back is “oh he’s just a flirt he’s like that with everyone” jack has to throw his hands up in defeat and sulk off while trying to think of any possible way to make it more obvious how badly he wants you.
Ohh the headcannons im thinking up for very clearly into you jack abbot and oblivious reader!! Or touchy jack abbot 👀 Send me thoughts you guys have for Pitt characters!! Wanna write more.
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But can you IMAGINE Jack doing the ‘dad walk’ when leaving the hospital with your newborn? He insists on taking the carrier, leading the way downstairs while the labor and delivery nurse follows with your wheelchair. He’s walking proudly through the halls in a well fitting tee - maybe with his military branch emblem - a pair of joggers, tennies, and a backwards hat. He’s using his other arm to carry both your overnight bags. You get outside and he goes to pull the car around, beaming that he got the carrier in on the first try.
“I’ve got it from here, thank you guys for everything,” Jack says to the nurse. He helps you into the car, going as far as leaning over to buckle you in. Before he closes the door he gives you a soft kiss on the crown of your head. “You okay baby? Comfortable?” You smile and nod your head. He pats your thigh gently and closes the passenger door. The whole ride home he can’t stop smiling, holding your hand in your lap and squeezing it with excitement. “So proud of you, honey. So in awe of you,” he whispers sweetly. Damn that six week rule.
as someone with 300+ unanswered asks in my inbox, i would love to see any “oops only one bed” uwu xoxo @rr-after-dark
james!! thank you so much for the request (: i decided to do this one with jack. i reallllyy hope you like it!! <3
content: 18+ mdni, sexually explicit content, a conference, a blizzard, and a single bed what could go wrong?? (:
dr abbot x f!reader
Jack frustratedly tapped his credit card against the front desk, "I don't understand, I reserved two rooms."
"I'm really sorry, sir," A flustered receptionist in her early twenties said emphatically, "With the rush because of the storm, we overbooked and—"
"Hey, I got the rest of the stuff," You said, materializing next to him with your bags. When you looked up to see his face, you frowned, "What's the matter?"
"Uh," Jack nervously rubbed at the back of his neck, "With the, uh, storm… The hotel seems to have… Overbooked the rooms—"
"Again," The nervous receptionist interrupted, "I'm so, so sorry."
"Oh no," You frowned, "There's no rooms?"
"No, no," The receptionist said quickly, "No it's just, you booked two rooms, but we only have one."
You visibly brightened, "Oh! That's a relief."
Jack could feel his blood pressure steadily rising. He knew coming to this conference with only you for company was a mistake. Robby had teased him about it when he realized, with horror, it would just be the two of you.
The entire trip he was overly conscious of his proximity to you, the heat of your body, your knee knocking into his. And you, by all accounts, seemed painfully oblivious to his internal warring. He had to fight himself not to touch you, not to look at you too long, not to imagine what it would be like to kiss and touch you the way he really wanted to.
Robby had encouraged him ages ago to just ask you out, but he felt so out of practice after his wife he couldn't deal with the possibility of rejection. It was much easier to just use the idea of you as a fantasy. What if he finally worked up the courage and you said yes?
But this entire trip, his anxiety had been at an all time high with no one else for him to buffer his nerves.
He cleared his throat, "The room only has one bed," He said lowly.
"Hm," You hummed and turned back to the receptionist, "Could we get a cot in the room?"
She shook her head ruefully, "I'm so sorry, all of them are in use. If you want I can cancel the reservation and fully refund—"
"No!" You said quickly, "No, no, it's um…" You turned back to Jack, "I'm totally fine with sharing a bed for one night if you are. I mean, everywhere has to be booked up because of the storm. We might not find anywhere else."
You were right, of course. Despite the fact that kill bill sirens were on a loop in his brain at the idea of having to be so close to you all night when he desperately needed to let off some steam in private after being so close to you all goddamn day— It seemed he didn't have much choice.
He forced a smile, "If it's good with you, it's good with me."
And with that, you took the room key from the receptionist and Jack Abbot willingly followed you down the hall into his own personal hell.
You showered first as he carefully removed his prosthesis and sighed in relief as he sat at the edge of the bed. Turning on the TV, he watched the weather report as a man went on and on about the severe blizzard conditions that were expected to start in a few hours. About ten minutes later, you came out of the bathroom in a robe and sat down next to him, the scent of coconut and vanilla wafting off you.
"Oh, shit," You murmured as you took in the report, "This is worse than they were saying a few hours ago."
Jack nodded. Although he was distracted with thoughts of you, he was also running over emergency contingency plans in his head. But really, besides having emergency supplies in his duffle (warming blanket, non perishable foods, flashlight, batteries, first aid kit) it seemed likely that they might be stuck here for more than just one night.
He tried not to think about that. Went to shower and fucked his fist in his shower chair, biting on his arm to keep himself quiet while his mind raced with thoughts of you, imagining himself peeling you out of that robe, kissing gently down your neck and color bone, licking up stray water droplets from the shower. He tried to imagine what you might sound like moaning his name in pleasure. He longed to worship you the way you deserved, if only he had the fucking nerve to tell you how he felt.
It was most on his mind this trip since you'd been forced to be alone together for so long. You'd traveled here together on the same flight, spent the entire conference side by side cracking jokes and mingling with other doctors. He saved you a seat at every table, listened intently when you rambled on about how nervous you were about presenting at a big conference for the first time.
"I've always been shit at oral presentations." You said, fingers twisting nervously in front of you as the two of you waited in the wings. You were up next.
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself," He said, "I'll be there the whole time. I'll jump in if you need me to.
You'd grabbed his hand, squeezed it gently, and smiled at him, "Thank you."
He'd nodded and pretended the softness of your hand in his didn't feel transformative, didn't make him feel like they were made for him to hold.
Now he made his way out of the shower, in just a pair of briefs as he used his crutches to maneuver back into the bedroom. You were sat up in the bed, eReader in hand, the blue light of the TV flickered over the plains of your face. Your eyes widened just slightly at the sight of him, shirtless and still dripping from the shower, but then swallowed and averted your eyes.
"Um, do you—" You cleared your throat and Jack stifled a smirk, "Do you need help with anything?"
Jack shook his head as he lowered himself to the edge of the bed again, "No, I got it. Thanks."
After some time, he made his way into the bed next to you and the two of you sat in companionable silence as the weather man continued to give play by play updates as the blizzard got ever closer. Jack was trying not to think about the warmth your body might provide in the night when you yawned and placed the eReader on your nightstand.
"Think I'm gonna try to get some sleep," You said, settling beneath the covers.
"Oh, let me turn off—" Jack started, reaching for the remote, but you cut him off.
"No, it's okay. Turn it off whenever. I can sleep through anything."
Jack sat awake for what felt like hours, unable to sleep for fear of reaching for you in his sleep. Somewhere in his subconscious was a level of desire he was hardly able to keep in check when he was awake. He had no idea what his body would do once his brain was offline.
He was listening to you snoring softly and had flipped the channel to M*A*S*H reruns when the room suddenly went dark. The whir of the heater creaked to silence until the only sound in the room was the wind rattling against the windows.
Fuck. He thought.
"Jack?" Your voice was bleary with sleep.
"Power went out," He said in response, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed and fumbling around for his crutches.
"Well—Don't—It might come back in a second—"
"It's not coming back on. They can't send crews out in this weather."
"Well the hotel must have a generator."
"Maybe," Jack said, now ruffling through his duffel for a flashlight, "But it might be a while."
He clicked on the switch on the flashlight and immediately felt relief as light flooded the room. Pointing it towards your spot on the bed, you squinted and covered your eyes with your forearm at the sudden brightness.
"Sorry," He said and pointed it away from you.
"Why don't we just get some sleep," You said through a yawn, "The power'll probably be back up by the time we wake up."
You were likely right, but the more time passed the more he felt like the possibility of him being able to sleep while you were right next to him was slim to none.
He reached for his prosthesis, "I'm just gonna take a walk to the front desk to see—"
"No!" You said quickly, and it came out almost like a whine, "Please, don't. I just, um, I don't wanna be alone."
He almost laughed, "Are you… Afraid of the dark?"
You sighed, "Don't make fun."
"I'm not," He said quickly, schooling his features, "I'm just surprised. I won't leave if you don't want me to."
"Thank you," You said, the relief in your tone palpable.
He climbed back into the bed, leaving the flashlight on the nightstand and pointing towards the ceiling so that it bathed most of the room in a warm glow. He saw you shiver after a moment and frowned, "You're cold?"
You sank deeper into the duvet, "I can already tell the heat is out."
"Well I have an emergency warming blanket—"
You laughed, "You really are prepared for everything, huh?"
Not everything. He thought. Not you.
Instead, he only shrugged.
"I don't want some weird foil blanket, I'd have to be close to hypothermic before I'd use it."
He chuckled, "Suit yourself."
But after almost twenty minutes without the heat, you were nearly vibrating the whole mattress with your shivering.
"Could I, um…" You sounded shy and when he looked over at you, you were staring at the ceiling, "Could I move a little closer to you? Just…For warmth. I don't wanna make you uncomfortable."
He fingers itched to pull you to him, envelop you entirely in his warmth, but he resisted.
"Yeah, of course." He said instead, carefully camouflaging the want from his voice.
You scooted your body over until your hips were touching his. He wanted to resist, really, he did. But you were so cold.
"Well, that's not gonna help you much," He said softly and turned on his side toward you, "Can I?" He asked, reaching his arms toward you.
You barely hesitated before nodding and he pulled you into his arms. Once settled, you sighed in contentment, running your hands along his arms as they held you flush to his chest.
"This okay?" He asked softly.
You nodded, "Yeah, you?"
He closed his eyes, "I'm good."
He relished in the feel of you in his arms, the way your chest rose and fell with each breath. With you so close to him, his mind wandered to thoughts of kissing your neck and allowing his hands to wander beneath your shirt, knead and toy with the soft flesh of your breasts—
Shit. He felt it when the blood rushed between his legs, his cock swelling and prodding at your ass. He felt the flush crawl up his neck, "Fuck, sorry, I—"
"It's okay," You said quickly, sounding a bit breathless, "It a normal reaction, but…"
He hung on your every word, "But…?"
"Well, I just, if—If it were more than that. That would be okay, too."
He thought his heart might have skipped a beat. He swallowed thickly, "Yeah?"
You nodded, "But it's okay if… if you don't feel the same."
He laughed, "You have no idea just how desperately I want you."
"Really?"
He nodded and used his hands to gently tilt your face to the side so he had access to your neck where he laid gentle kisses all the way up to your ear. You sighed and turned your head so you could meet his kisses. The taste of you, finally on his tongue, it was addicting. The sounds you made, better than anything he could have imagined.
His hands roamed up your shirt and as he teased and twisted your nipples, you squirmed against him, creating friction against his cock, "Jesus Christ." He hissed.
So quickly, you were putty in his hands, unable to string a sentence together. Drunk on his touch.
He slipped a hand down your belly and into your panties. Slowly, he ran his fingers over your lips and then circled your clit. Repeated the motion, ghosting over your entrance, but never quite penetrating. Until you were writhing against him, rutting your hips into his palm, whining for more.
"That feel good, baby? You want more?"
You hiccuped, nodding helplessly.
"You want me to fuck you with my fingers?"
"Please, Jack." You managed finally and he smiled, pressed a kiss just below your ear.
"Good girl, so good for me." He murmured and slowly pushed his middle finger inside you.
Already wet and aching, you accommodated the stretch with ease and he began prodding, finding where it was that most drove you crazy. Then he pushed his ring finger inside you, used his thumb to continue rubbing your clit.
In moments, you were falling apart in his arms. He cooed sweet words in your ear as you came down and then slowly slipped his fingers out of you once you settled again. Unable to help himself, he sucked your juices off his fingers. The taste of you riled him so thoroughly, his cock twitched, aching and full against his thigh as he considered splaying you open to feast properly.
But before he could do anything, the TV came back on and the heater hummed back to life. You turned in his arms to face him, the blue light casting shadows across your face. But it didn't matter, he saw the giddiness you tried to hide. You swallowed, "Looks like the generator kicked in."
He nodded and ran his thumb over your lower lip, "It's a shame, I was looking forward to keeping you warm all night."
Finally, a smile split across your face and you closed the inches between you to kiss him, "I'm still pretty cold," You said softly into his mouth, "If the offer still stands."
A wolfish grin spread across Jack's face as you began tugging at his boxers.
I like the idea that Pope squeezes your face when he’s going to kiss you. Fingers reached out to pull your puckered lips to his, fingers dimpling your cheeks. He loves the way your lips quirk into a loving smile when he does it, smushed lips spread into a giddy grin while he leans in to kiss you, the feeling of your warm skin squeezed in his palm. It’s easier to maneuver you this way, part from your lips between muttered words, pulling you back when you try to chase his lips. His lips pulling into a smile when he finally gives in, letting you topple over him to finally take his lips against yours again.
girl…. do yk how fast he’d be in these panties if jack wore a cowboy hat and tipped it while winking….. UGH NEEEEED
my eye is twitching i'm foaming at the mouth rn i need cowboy!jack like there's no tomorrow.
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we all know jack is naturally a flirt, a bit old fashioned. he sees a pretty girl, he's gonna man up and introduce himself. where most men might run off with their tails tucked between their legs trying to come up to a girl out with her friends, jack isn't that man. he's introducing himself to everyone with his hat crossed on his chest until he gets to you, kissing the top of your hand as he places his hat back on his head and shooting you wink. he's asking to buy your next drink, leading you back to the bar as he pulls a stool out for you to sit while he stands over you. a game of eye fucking and flirty touches as he nurses a beer.
with a saccharin grin and your lip tucked between your teeth, slipping his hat off his head, watching his reaction as you place it atop your own head. jack's eyes flickering across your face as he adjusts it on your head before leaning down, a hand resting on your hip lightly. his mouth against your ear as his voice rings low and rough, "you know what they say, doll." he's squeezing your hip playfully, his breath hot against your neck and your thighs are clenching together.
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Sammy keeping a picture of you in his wallet. Just to remind him of you, and it’s not one of those cute pictures. It’s one where you’re in nothing but one of his button ups.
It’s a picture he’d taken of you specifically because he said you looked so beautiful in his shirt he needed to capture this moment.
Now he carries it in his wallet with him everywhere. One day Nate noticed while they were getting some food from a food truck that was stopped by the office and he quirked a brow
“What’s that you got in your wallet there, Sammy?”
He’s pushing his wallet deep into his pocket to avoid Nate seeing it again. It’s for Sammy’s eyes only. Not Nate’s. He just shakes his head and lets out a chuckle as they walk with their food together.
“Just my girl, man.”
Nate lets out a small whistle and nods
“Mmm, she know that?”
Like he’s in some sort of parasocial relationship. Of course he knows Nate is just giving him shit because it’s what guys do. But still
Sammy just lets out a small scoff
“What you think I’m not capable of having a pretty girl?”
S1 puppy Sammy, who will NOT speak to you, only force his head between your thighs, fully clothed whinning as he goes go town on the mattress... :)
there’s no doubt Sammy has awful shifts almost every day. after all he works for the state/government and people tend not to respect people of that authority. so safe to say he usually doesn’t have a ‘good’ shift per-say. but there are some shifts that seem to just absolutely suck the life out of your poor Sammy.
shifts like the one he had today, that made him sit in his car before going inside the house because he just needed to collect his thoughts, and make sure that any negative energy he had wasn’t going to project.
so with one big exhale he pulled the car door handle, stepped onto the concrete floor of the attached garage, and took his usual route of walking to the door from the garage to the kitchen.
he looks forward to come home because as soon as he steps through the threshold of the door he stops you with a big smile coming over to greet him with wide arms.
but today he’s not even acknowledging your hug, or the attempted kiss. you just frown a little but are quickly changing your expression to shock because you’re watching Sammy drop to his knees in front of you.
you quirk an eyebrow and lazily attempt to pull him back up to ask your sweet puppy what he’s doing. but he shows you before you can even ask.
waiting no time and lifting the fabric of your slip dress, one of many you wear around the house, and he plants a slobbery mushy kiss to your mound. then licking over before he darts his tongue to slide all over your slick.
you immediately place a hand on the kitchen table behind you and another hand into Sammy’s auburn curls, the kitchen light was glistening just perfectly to show off the red-ish tint to his hair that was so thick.
you hummed pleasantly, and couldn’t help your smile as you looked down at the completely starved man.
it’s like he wasn’t between your thighs just last night. the man loved that place, and who were you to complain?
he never minded if you had a bush, no bush, or even on menstruating (sometimes). he just loved the sweet fruity like taste.
your back is arched and your making ungodly sounds as you tug at his curls that seem to be damp a little from the little sweat he was starting to break out from how concentrated he was.
he’s slid his tongue every which way up, down, left, right, even spelled out his name. sliding between your lips, grazing his teeth over your clit a bit before he’s got a tight taco shaped hold on it and moving in slight circles, making you shiver and goosebumps rise over your skin. once’s he’s had his fill of that he moves his head to angle himself properly in order to slide his tongue into your cunt.
licking around the edges of your hole before he slips in the tip of his tongue and slides it every which way and grazes your walls, then eventually sliding in & out so he can tongue fuck you. he’s so sick. but how it feels so nice.
he can tell it does by the way you’ve slowly backed yourself up against the kitchen table and he’s inched closer with you each time. every tug of his curls and every “oh-oh!!”. and once he’s gotten you on the edge enough and can feel the way your thighs start to squeeze, how you rise to the tips of your toes just to try and lift yourself up onto his mouth then back down, he’s proud of himself. almost feeling cocky.
you let out an official “m’ coming, Sammy…” that’s so slurred and barley understandable that lets him know to brace himself a little before he opens his mouth every so slightly so he can lick up every ounce of cum that pools out of you.
once you come down, he pulls back and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, leaning back on his knees and looking up at you.
wrapping his arms around your thighs and gently rest his chin right below your tummy. you smile at him with shaky breaths and evenly raise a hand to pat him on the head.
PSA to fan creators who don't have a lot of regular contact with children: They are almost always bigger than you think. A 1-year-old baby may already be walking. A toddler is likely already hip-high. A 10-year-old may already be taller than at least one of their parents. A 14/15 year old may already have reached their adult height.
I actually can’t imagine thinking Pope isn’t an eater. That man would not be able to go to sleep at night without eating you out until you’re literally writhing
I KNOW THATS RIGHT MOOTIE I KNOW THATS RIGHT!!!!
that man eats u for his OWN pleasure! that man eats u as a hobby he eats u as enrichment he eats u out BREAKFAST, LUNCH, DINNER, MIDNIGHT SNACK.
Pope would eat that cookie with hair on it, waxed, stubbled (tho this one makes him whine about hurting his cheeks), fun design - he would EAT IT.
Forget Smurf's apple pie you know what Andrew David Cody is gonna do after a heist? EAT IT
after you come back sweaty from the gym? EAT IT
you just got back from a 12 hr shift?? HES GONNA EAT IT
BLEEDING? HES GONNA EAT IT
BACK FROM DEALING WITH CODY BULLSHIT? EAT IT!!!!
hes gonna eat you out caveman style hunching between yo legs grunting groaning nose pressed to your fupa, thighs earmuffing his eats until you scream. dick rock hard in his pants? don't matter he gotta EAT IT first. hell he might cum in them before he even fucks you.
he's gonna spend the night SLEEPLESS just breathing heavy looking at your kittykat, wakes you up at 2:18 in da goddamn MORNING talking bout "Can I please eat you out real quick? I just need it" while ur there bleary eyed. and when yr dumb ass nods and spreads ur legs hes gonna EAT IT UNTIL HES SATISFIED
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a little thought about s1!Pope who JUST came out of prison.
idc if this is ooc, but i just heard come back by the five stairsteps and im in a sappy mood
just imagining the first time pope's seen you in a while.. three years and some change of not seeing your face.
he went to your apartment again. praying or just hoping—at this point, he didnt know the difference—that he'd see a glimpse of you once more. that maybe you didnt move away to somewhere he couldnt be especially with his parole not allowing him to leave states without permission. god knows he didnt want to get permission.
he drove there right after he got out. smurf would have killed him if she knew he didnt come home first and foremost after his release.
i imagine him hesitating to knock, standing there for a few moments thinking of if you wanted to see him again. if you'd even talk to him again. you didnt know what he did for a living, knew him from friends of friends and yet you were the only one not afraid of looking at him too long.
and JUST as he was about to turn and walk away...
"... Pope?"
his heart would race, eyes widening a little before he clears his throat and schools his expression into a stoic one once more.
he'd have a hard time looking at you, almost like a nervous schoolboy with a crush.
then that song would play from your phone. your bluetooth earbuds dying leaving lyrics in the air.
"If you really love me (ooh)
Let me be your fool
Just come back (come back) to me (come back)"
and dammit if only you'd let him be your fool. he'd do it in a heartbeat.
free my boy i dont care if he did it, he didnt do it oughh lord im gonna sob
coming up behind him in the kitchen and just wrapping your arms around his waist, a firm set of abs covered by a soft lil tummy.
laying your head on his stomach while watching an 80’s movie that has a great soundtrack but definitely didn’t age well, head bouncing and vibrating every time he talks or laughs.
his stomach pressing into yours when he’s fucking you missionary, flushed and freckled because his irish skin will always always always give him away.
his warm, soft tummy squished up against your back when he has you in a lethal cuddle in bed (more like a headlock, you’re not going anywhere) your skin sticking together
the lil peek of tummy when he lifts his arms to stretch or grab something that you definitely try to bite if you’re in the comfort of your own home. even better if you can see one of your old bite marks fading.
tummy :))))
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