synopsis: even as change looms overhead and blossoms in your womb, little yuji insists upon keeping up tradition.
or, alternatively: yuji climbs you like a tree at every family gathering— this time, however, your boyfriend has a problem with it.
pairings: sukuna x pregnant!f!reader
content: fluff, silliness, protective bf kuna, toddler yuji shenanigans, unckuna, you and yuji lowkey mog sukuna i can't lie
notes: my first official sukuna fic!! i wrote this in under an hour while bored at work today (which i still am, rip), so i'm sorry if i missed any edits! enjoy!!
credit: divider by @/muerdida
wc: 1k
“Hey, brat!”
Even over the din of clinking glasses and endless conversation, your boyfriend’s voice is impossible to miss, loud and tinged with upset.
And yet, no one cares.
All around you, Sukuna’s family continues on as if nothing has happened— including little three-year-old professional menace, Yuji Itadori— who is still working to climb up onto your lap despite the ever-increasing lack of room to be found for him there.
Holding your plate of food high above the little one’s head, you watch on in amusement as he willfully ignores his uncle’s complaints, adorable face screwed up in concentration as he tries to lift his knee onto your thigh for leverage, tiny hands pulling uselessly at the fabric of your sundress as if such an act could result in anything other than stretching it out.
Not that you mind, of course. How could you ever be mad at such a sweet face?
Adjusting to hold your plate with just one hand instead of two, you reach down and grab beneath the little one’s armpit, helping him gently in his efforts to crawl upon your lap the same way he did during every gathering around the time he would normally take a nap.
Except this time, things are a little different.
“Hey!” Sukuna barks out again, and you watch with an amused glint in your eye as he storms over from where he’d been piling food high onto his own plate.
A frown tugs at the corners of his lips, scarlet eyes set in a glare that’s aimed directly at his toddler nephew as he approaches.
Still, if anyone finds this at all remarkable they don’t show it, opting instead to continue chatting about how nice the weather is and how good it feels to see everyone.
That said, you can see a slight grin on Kaori’s lips as she leans over to whisper something in her husband’s ear, and immediately Jin glances in your direction, watching as Sukuna comes to a halt beside where their chubby tot is trying to settle in upon your lap.
And honestly? Considering the obstacle in his way, it’s a valiant effort.
Still, Sukuna doesn’t appear nearly as amused as you, bristling with frustration while the pink-haired boy continues to ignore not only his words, but also his presence.
“Boy!” Your boyfriend snaps, thick arms crossing over a broad chest, “Don’t you ignore me. I told you last time to give this clingy climbing bullshit a rest. Does she look comfortable to you?”
Still, even in spite of his usual talkativeness, Yuji remains silent, opting instead to turn his head toward his uncle and stick out his tongue before moving to adjust so he’s sitting sideways across your lap.
You wince sympathetically at the sight, free hand moving to press against his back in an effort to steady him. Poor little guy, he’s in for a rough one if he’s gonna try to get comfy on your lap today— or any day for the next several weeks, for that matter.
Beside you, you swear you hear Sukuna growl in response to his nephew's impishness, and you’re quick to shoot him an exasperated look.
“Kuna…” you warn, watching the way his eyes dart first to your own, and then to the obvious swell of your stomach— nearly seven months pregnant with his daughter.
His eye twitches.
“I already told that brat he can’t keep doing this.” Your boyfriend defends, arms lowering to his sides as he narrowly resists the urge to simply lift the cretin from your lap. “You’re pregnant. What if he—”
“What? Gravely injures me with his thirty pounds of bodyweight? Get real babe.” You chide, shifting a bit in an attempt to help Yuji get comfortable. He’s rather hilariously attempting to find a way to get his little legs beneath your belly, but you doubt he’ll manage (or like it much if he does, given how heavy your daughter is quickly becoming).
From where he stands above you, Sukuna’s hands twitch at the sight, just itching to get his rascal of a nephew as far away from you and your unborn child as possible.
“He needs to listen.” Your boyfriend counters, changing the reason for his frustration on a dime now that he knows his other excuse won’t work (even if it is the real reason he’s so concerned). “You tryin’ to teach the kid he can disobey his elders? He knows better than to pull this shit, he just doesn’t care because he thinks you’ll be able to save him.”
At that, you level the pink-haired man beside you with some nasty sideeye, and from where they’ve been watching both Kaori and Jin have to stifle their laughter at the way the large man briefly seems to flounder as a result before finally catching himself and steeling his resolve.
“Are you saying I can’t?” You ask, voice low and tinged with something dangerous, “Because if you even so much as look at Yuji wrong, I’ll personally see to it that you have no need for that vasectomy you keep threatening to get.”
At this, the surrounding members of Sukuna’s family finally crack, audibly whooping and laughing at the way you’ve just put the man in his place.
Meanwhile, Sukuna audibly groans, bringing a hand to his face as he shakes his head.
“Dammit woman, I only said that once!” He barks, glancing away when you fix him with a look that could wilt flowers.
“‘M not getting a damn vasectomy, alright? Didn’t mean it and you know that.”
And he’s right, you do know it.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t rub his own words in his face a little.
“Well you’re gonna mean it by the time I’m done with you.”
You state matter of factly, smiling down at the toddler on your lap as he finally seems to get comfortable, leaning his little head against your chest with a contented sigh.
“Now stop bothering us. Yu is trying to take his nap.”
“You—!” Sukuna blusters, eyes searching your own for several seconds before he finally tosses his hands into the air with a scoff, muttering under his breath about ungrateful girlfriends and spoiled brats as he stomps back to the kitchen, where his plate of food is still waiting for him.
And if when he looks back at you, his heart lurches in his chest at the sight of you gently cradling Yuji against your swollen bump, food abandoned on the nearby end table?
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summary: steve drops you back home, but he doesn’t want you to leave just yet…
wc: 2.5k
contains: fem reader, established relationship, NSFW but no sex (MDNI), grinding, making out, pet names (baby, my girl), suggestive ending, no use of y/n
a/n: literally couldn’t get s1 steve bathroom scene out of my head. needy steve>>
Steve parked his Beamer on the curb outside of your house at 1 am. It's raining outside, and the soft splatter of the rain can be heard through the glass windows. Steve turned the radio down to a low hum; its soft sound mixed with the sound of lips smacking.
Steve had a problem: he just couldn't seem to let you go. You guys had spent the whole day together, and after a lot of coaxing on your part, you finally got him to drive you back home. This wasn't enough for Steve. He craved more of you, so now he is holding you hostage in his car, using his wonderful lips to keep you captive.
Your boyfriend has always been a little needy. Always wanting to hold your hand or praise you with those lips you so adored. Today was an entirely different situation. He was extra needy, extra doting, starving and deprived. The only way to relieve him of this hunger was to have you as close to him as humanly possible, always.
In the past, receiving excessive affection wasn't something you necessarily hated; it was just something you didn’t know how to handle. But when it comes to Steve, how could you hate it when he looks at you with complete adoration? How could you hate it when he looks up at you, pouting when you stop running fingers through his hair? And how could you hate it now when he’s kissing you like he needs it to survive?
“Steve,” you laugh while dragging the ‘e’ at the end of his name. “I have to go now, my parents are gonna kill me,” you say softly, your voice breathy as Steve continues to plant kisses on your lips, your cheek, anywhere he can kiss you.
“Just.. gimme.. one more minute,” Steve mumbles in between kisses. He places one hand on your cheek and the other on the back of your neck to bring you closer to his face. He lightly rubs his nose against yours – his way of telling you that he’s going in for another kiss. He leans in and kisses you, slowly at first until it grows to be messy and desperate. Despite your best efforts to leave his car, you can’t seem to resist his touch, his kiss.
Whenever Steve kissed you, it was as if the whole world went quiet and it was just the two of you. No monsters, no upside-down, no disappointed parents – it was just you and him. Nothing but you and Steve sweetly embracing each other, and a kiss that makes both of you melt into one another. For both of you, that feeling of nothing, nothing except the two of you in that moment, was sweet and devoid of any expectations.
You gather enough self-restraint to pull away from Steve's hold, pressing your palm flat against his chest to create some distance. “Okay Steve, I really have to go now,” you plead, but he is already moving, positioning himself to hold your face with both his hands.
“Okay, just one more minute, and then I’ll let you go.” he uses his thumbs to caress your face slightly. His eyes focus on your lips like he’s spellbound, as if your presence has him completely hypnotized.
“You said that five minutes ago!” You laugh at your boyfriend's silly logic. You slightly shake your head in his hands, but you make no move to push him off. With any other guy, you would've been annoyed, but it was different with Steve. You loved when he got all clingy; it made you feel wanted.
“I know baby, I know…” he trails off, eyes wandering all over your face, from your lips to the loose hairs on your forehead, like he’s trying to engrave this moment into his brain. “I just really missed you.” Steve does that slight pout that he knows you can’t resist, and in that moment, you feel your stomach flipping.
“Steven Harrington, I know you're doing that on purpose.” Your tone is playfully stern. You swiftly take his hands off your face, moving them down to the middle console of the car. You don’t let go of his hands though, and Steve uses this as an invitation to lean into you again, noses almost close enough to touch.
“Maybe…” Steve gives you a sheepish smile while his eyes dart from your lips to your eyes. “Is it a crime to miss my girl?” This earns him an eye roll from you, but regardless, a big grin stays planted on your face. In Steve's defence, you guys have been apart for a bit. With your hectic work schedule and Steve’s odd work hours at the radio station, it made it hard for your schedules to match up, leaving him with massive ‘you’ withdrawals.
A piece of Steve's hair falls on his forehead, and muscle memory has you freeing one of your hands to brush it into the rest of his perfect hair. This causes Steve to let out a quiet sigh, his head leaning slightly into your touch. His eyes flutter closed as you rake your fingers through his hair in that practiced way where you know won’t mess up the shape of his hair. The two of you stay like this for a couple of seconds before Steve breaks the silence.
“Okay, let's make a deal.” His eyes open again, looking into yours. He knows you have a weak spot for his hazel eyes, and he uses this to his advantage, making puppy eyes at you, eyebrows slightly raised.
You retreat the hand that was in his hair back to the middle console of the car. You give him a hesitant glance, almost accusatory. “Come on, don’t look at me like that!” Steve shakes his head, chuckling a bit before continuing. “Listen, all I’m asking is for one last kiss and then I'll set you free. I promise.” He looks at you with pleading eyes, hoping that you agree to his proposition.
You think it over for a second, slightly squinting your eyes, which you can tell is making him a little nervous. “Fine, but just one last kiss! I’m serious this time.” You poke your index finger against Steve’s chest, and he puts his hands up in defence.
He moves his hands to cradle your face once more, “One last kiss, I swear.”
Steve gazes into your eyes lovingly, and you decide right in that moment that if this was going to be the last kiss of the night, you would make it memorable. You slowly turn your head to kiss the palm that Steve had resting on your face. Steve doesn't take his eyes off of you, his lips slightly parted as he watches you. You then turn over to his left hand and lightly kiss his thumb. There was something about Steve that always brought out the most delicate parts of yourself. He just knew how to bring out an affectionate side of yourself that you’ve never been able to share with anyone else.
Taking Steve's hands off your face, you swiftly maneuver over the middle console of the car and settle yourself into his lap. You place your hands against his chest as he hugs you closer to him, one arm circling across your waist and the other holding the back of your neck. In this moment, Steve looks at you with absolute hunger in his eyes. With the hand placed on your neck, he pulls you closer to his face, softly brushing his nose against yours until your lips meet. Immediately, your head feels fuzzy as you start to lose yourself in the feeling of growing pleasure.
The kiss is soft at first, a kiss that truly shows how much you've missed each other. His lips were warm, soft, and all too inviting. You can feel his breath tickle beneath your nose as he plants gentle kisses on your lips, each one getting longer than the last. The familiar warmth that comes with kissing Steve spreads through your stomach. There’s a slight trace of peppermint that lingered from the gum he was chewing earlier on his lips.
With every passing second, the kiss gets hungrier and hungrier. Steve wastes no time sneaking his tongue into your mouth, making the kiss even sloppier and heightening the taste of peppermint. His arms tighten around your waist, gripping you as a way to stabilize himself. He cradles your head with that gentle firmness that you’ve grown to expect when Steve holds you close to him. It makes you feel like you're in the safest place on earth.
You take in a fistful of Steve’s sweater to help you softly grind your core into his lap, desperate for any friction that your Levi’s jeans will allow. You moan frustratingly in his mouth, wanting more. Steve slides his hands onto your hips, his big hands squeezing and helping you grind down onto his lap. You feel the growing bulge in his pants, which only adds to your pleasure.
Both you and Steve are now moaning messily into each other's mouths. He takes up all your senses. The feel of his sweater in your hands, the taste of his lips, the faint smell of his cologne.
You feel one of his hands slide to your ass, grabbing the back pocket of your jeans to further control the roll of your hips in his lap. This new position has your hips rolling against Steve’s bulge in just the right way that has him breaking off the kiss to hiss out a “fuck…baby”. He leans his head against the headrest as you continue to grind down on his lap, using this time to catch your breath. All thoughts of getting home on time are out the window when Steve is whimpering out a series of curses, completely overwhelmed by the feeling of you on top of him.
You let go of your grip on Steve's sweater and slide your hands up to the back of his neck. Heavy breathing and soft moans fill the car as you gently tug the hair near the nape of his neck and close the distance between your mouths. Steve continues to whimper into your mouth as you deepen the kiss.
You guys continue like that for a couple more minutes. Moaning messily into each other's mouths as you guys grind into each other, trying to chase any feeling of pleasure you can.
After one final stifled moan into your mouth, Steve reluctantly pulls away from you, resting his forehead on yours and slightly panting. If there was one thing about Steve Harrington, it was that he was a man of his word. Even if it pained him to leave you, he would keep his end of the deal.
You’re also trying to catch your breath, eyes half lidded, and in an act of pure desperation, you go against your better judgment. “Stay the night,” you say, looking dead into Steve's eyes with a look of pure need.
You knew the risks. You knew that your parents were strict when it came to unexpected visitors, especially when said visitor was your boyfriend sneaking in with you at 1 am, way past the time your curfew was set. And even though you are an adult, living under your parents' roof means they still treat you like a teenager. Despite knowing all of this, you physically and emotionally did not want Steve to leave you, so you said fuck it.
Before he responds, Steve searches your face for any signs of hesitation, giving you the time to really make your mind up about this. But you still had that expression that he knows all too well, the almost stubborn look when you’ve made your mind up on something, and you’re willing to face any consequences that come with your decision.
“Well, if you insist,” Steve grins up at you, hands resting on your hips. This earns him a light slap on the shoulder. You’re trying to fight your smile as your boyfriend dramatizes the hurt from the slap.
“Don’t push your luck,” you say, giving a stern look. Despite the sarcasm in your tone, you still plant your two hands on the area that connects his throat and shoulder, your thumbs caressing light circles on his neck. Steve's grin grows into a smile as he acknowledges your pattern. The one where you use a tough voice with him, but the most gentle touch. He’s come to understand that it's your way of reassuring him that you're not being serious.
You guys stay like that for a couple of seconds, your thumbs on his neck and his hands rubbing up and down from your hips to your waist. That sweet nothing feeling that you guys have grown so familiar with, a feeling that has you both completely out of touch with the outside world, is being felt by you and Steve at this moment.
“You’re so beautiful.” Steve looks up at you with glazed-over eyes, a mix of lust and love in his expression.
“You’re so corny,” you grin at him. In response, Steve frowns and pretends to be all wounded. This makes you laugh a little as you go in to give him a peck on the corner of his mouth.
“I guess you’re pretty beautiful yourself,” it comes out sounding so shy, and a small smile tugs at your lips.
Steve’s faux frown morphs into a smile as he rakes his hands up your back and pulls you in for a tight hug. He breathes you in, savouring this moment for one more second. “Thank you, baby,” Steve mumbles into your neck, planting a ghost of a kiss to your skin. Just that slight contact sends a shiver down your spine. You can’t believe that he still pulls that reaction out of you.
He loosens his arms around you and gives you a slight pat on your butt. “Time to go,” he breathes out. You shift back into the passenger seat. You watch as Steve pulls the driver's door open and walks into the rainy night. He does a little jog over to the passenger side, and you
turn in your seat, getting prepared to exit the car. Steve holds his hand out, helping you get out of the car.
He lifts his jacket above both your heads as a makeshift umbrella, and you guys make a beeline to the front door. Once you reach the awning of your porch, Steve lowers his jacket and snakes one arm around your waist as you fumble with your keys.
Before you fully unlock the door, you turn back at Steve, one of his hands still resting on your waist. You tug at the collar of his sweater, ushering him down to meet your lips. You swiftly kiss him, causing his breath to hitch at the unexpected action.
Just as he's settling into the kiss, you pull away and make your way into your dimly lit house. The quick kiss has Steve's head all scrambled, and he quickly follows your retreating body inside like an eager puppy dog.
Dr Michael Robinavitch x Dr Jack Abbot x Fem!Reader
Summary: While Abbot works the night shift, Robby gets to have his way with you, but after handover, you’re all Jack’s.
Or Jack Abbot makes love. Michael Robinavitch fucks.
Warnings: strictly 18+, smut, sex with both men but not at the same time (yet 😏), degradation, daddy kink, implied age gap, sloppy blowjob with Robby, unprotected sex, mentions previous spankings, a little bit of mean Robby, Abbot going down on you and eating out Robby’s cum, fingering, creampies, cockwarming
Word count: 3.1k
A/N: banners by @vase-of-lilies, dividers by @uzmacchiato and belated birthday gift for my love @treatbuckywkisses
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Michael Robinavitch and Jack Abbot are yin and yang. Different sides of the same coin.
Jack likes taking care of you, knowing if your emotional needs are met you’ll give yourself over to him physically. Whereas Robby takes care of you by pushing your body to limits of pleasure you didn’t know existed.
Jack Abbot makes love. Michael Robinavitch fucks.
“When I get home, I need you bare and on your knees for me.” He orders every morning before leaving for his shift. You would never again defy an order from Robby, you learned that after the spanking he gave you the first time you dared to be a brat.
You couldn’t sit directly on your ass for a whole week without being reminded of your punishment.
It’s difficult to know some days what time Robby will make it home, often staying late to check on patients after handover, but tonight you hear the front door close behind him before half past 7, which means he would have practically run out at shift change and sped home on his motorcycle above the speed limit.
“You know how to follow orders, don't you Angel? Always looking so pretty on your knees for me when I get home.” Robby’s calloused hand cups your jaw, tilting your head so you look up at him while he praises you.
He places a soft, quick kiss to your lips as you hear him undo the zipper of his fly, as a reminder that even though he’s about to act like he disrespects you, he does love you in a way only his damaged heart can.
“Now open that pretty mouth.” He commands, rubbing the head of his cock along your lower lip. Like the obedient girl you are, you stick your tongue out and invite Robby in. “That's it, you’re going to take all of daddy’s cock, aren’t you? You’re going to choke on it.”
Robby’s cock is as long, thick and heavy as the rest of him. He’s generous enough to let you set the pace to start out with, taking what you can in your mouth and wrapping your hand around what you can’t fit. But it’s not long before he starts driving his hips to meet your movements.
“Such a whore aren’t you? Only a whore could take a dick like this.” His hand finds the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, as you hum in agreement around his tip, coating it in your saliva, before he thrusts deep enough to feel the back of your throat.
A rumbling moan from the back of his throat falls past his lips, allowing you to pull back for breath before forcing you back down, stretching your jaw as wide as possible, gagging on his entire dick, your nose nuzzling a greying patch of pubes. He holds you there for as long as he knows you can take it, before he lets you go, pulling back with strings of saliva as you gasp for air.
There’s tears trickling out of the corners of your eyes as you nod agreeably. “I’m your whore, daddy.”
Using your saliva as lubrication, you start to pump his member, taking a second to catch your breath while still pleasuring your man.
“Yes you are, Angel. Now get on the bed, ass up, daddy’s had a rough day at work and needs your sweet pussy to take it out on.” He smacks your ass as you stand up, an alluring smirk on your face as you do what you’re told, legs spread wide, giving him the perfect view of every glistening fold.
Robby wastes no time, his intrusion allowing no time for adjustment, taking what he needs from you with no warning, nor sympathy. His hips are merciless in their momentum, his strong arms pushing both your hips and your head into the mattress so that you’re completely pinned by his strength, amenable to his every whim and desire.
“Oh god, I can hear how wet you are.” And he’s right, with each slap of his hips the room fills with the sound of how soaked you are, along with your symphony of cries and whines.
His pace is relentless, utterly unforgiving. His hips drawing back further with each thrust before slamming into you, his fingers digging into your waist so tightly you’ll have bruises there tomorrow.
“Look at you, so fucking pathetic aren’t you? Daddy’s little slut who can’t get enough of his cock.” You can’t get enough, it feels too good, too much, like you’re about to combust from how perfectly complete you feel when you’re stuffed full of him.
“Can I cum? Please, I’m so close.” You whine, needing your release more than needing the air you breathe.
“Daddy hasn’t given you permission yet, Angel.” Robby taunts. It’s all so much that tears begin falling from the corners of your eyes, desperate for the approval of the man who’s currently controlling every sensation coursing through your body.
He continues to piston into you with a fervent vulgarness that leaves you breathless. Teetering on an excruciating edge of ecstasy that threatens to consume you whole.
“Beg for it.” He whispers harshly directly into your ear without stuttering his brutal pace, bending one of your arms behind your back. “Use your words.”
“Please daddy, please, I’ve been so good! I was such a good girl all day. I need to cum… pretty please.” Your voice is strained, words you’re not even in control of spilling past your lips.
He simply smirks at your helplessness.
One of his large hands grabs the back of your neck, the other snakes around your tummy and pulls your back flush with his chest all the while never letting up with his hips.
“You were a good girl for Abbot during the day, not me, why should I let you cum?”
“Please I was all ready for you when you got home, just like you asked!” It’s the only argument you can consider in your current state, wetness leaking out of you and down your thighs where his balls slap your clit with each fervent thrust.
“You were, weren't you? My obedient little whore.” Robby reaches around your body and begins strumming your clit, making you mewl. “Daddy permits you to cum Angel.”
As soon as he gives you licence, you're cumming around him. Your entire body quivers as white hot pleasure floods through you from your clenching toes to the tip of your tongue as you shout his name.
“Oh there she is, fuck yeah, give me everything.” You’re saturating everything, Robby’s thighs, the bedsheets, his hand as it continues to play with your clit in just the way you like that completely overwhelms all your senses, that transports you to a dimension of pure rapture.
You don’t get any time after your climax to catch your breath, Robby flips you around, legs resting on his shoulders as he grunts, thrusting back inside you. The feel of his scratchy beard against your ankles has tingles running through your entire legs.
“Oh god… it’s too much.” You whine, scratching at his tummy as his hips persist with plunging into you.
“You can take it, be a good cockslut and take everything daddy gives you.”
At this angle you can feel him even deeper inside you, impossibly so, the rock of his hips captivating every neuron in your body burns with a yearning for Michael Robinavitch.
“Open wide.” Robby instructs, and it’s not a difficult command to follow when you’re already a panting mess. He bends you in half to lean over you, allowing saliva to pool in his mouth before spitting it in your mouth.
You gladly accept his offering, and the rough, devastating kiss that follows.
“Oh someone’s getting greedy, you’re going to cum again already? What a pathetic cumslut.” Robby can feel your walls fluttering around him, tightening your hold on him as he himself can sense how close he is to release. “Tell me you’re a pathetic cumslut.”
“I’m your pathetic cumslut, daddy.” You enjoy the sly grin curving on his face, and the stutter in his hips at the mention of you being his.
You could tell your approaching orgasm was one for the history books, but the reality is something else altogether. Ecstasy in its purest form courses in your veins when the taut band in your belly finally snaps. A shiver runs through your entire body, a high from being pushed to your absolute limit you may never reach again.
The groan as Robby coats your walls with his warm seed is downright pornographic, and you can’t help but feel bewitched seeing the deep set wrinkles at the outer corners of his eyes as he grapples with the same euphoria flowing through you.
He collapses beside you, breathing heavy, hair glossy with sweat, but when he turns to gaze at you, there is an unmistakable glint of endearment in his eyes.
“You need anything? Some water?” He asks with the softest voice you’ve ever heard from him as he brushes hair from your sweaty forehead with one hand, the other teasing your still hard nipple.
“Yes please.” You respond and he places a delicate kiss on your lips.
“Of course Angel, I’ll get that. You be a good girl and don’t let any of that cum leak out of you until Abbot gets home to fuck it back into you.”
The sun has already risen high over the horizon by the time Jack makes it through the front door.
It’s the dip of the bed beside you that wakes you up as Jack sits down to take his prosthetic off, along with his scrubs, after a long night. There’s no sign of Robby, who must have left for his shift without waking you to say goodbye.
“Good morning pretty girl.” He whispers in your ear as he crawls under the covers behind you, arm slinging around your naked form, pulling you back into him.
You mumble a greeting still half asleep, turning into his broad, musky scented chest, basking in how Jack kisses every plane on your face, finishing with a luscious, if slightly lazy, kiss to your lips.
“Did my girl have a good night?” He asks as his lips move down to the curve of your jaw, before landing on the pulse point of your throat.
“Mhmmm, bit sore from Robby’s turn though.” You strategically say, knowing Jack will take that much better care of you if you advise him of an ailment sustained during a particularly rough session with his partner in crime. He always feels responsible for how both of them treat you, not just himself.
Jack’s attention immediately shifts from kissing your neck to inspecting your face, eyes quickly flicking down your body, then back to your expression to ensure you’re not seriously hurt.
“Sore my love? Looks like I’ll just have to focus my attention on taking care of you for the next twelve hours.” He smirks before kissing you again, sensual, loving, lingering long enough to leave you feeling like you’re floating on a cloud.
Where Robby had been rough, Jack is tender. Robby leaves bruises, then Jack kisses them better.
He slowly makes his way down your body, lips tasting every inch of you he can reach, paying close attention to each of your nipples, large hands caressing your body with the tenderness that speaks louder about his devotion to you than words could ever do.
The affection poured into his every movement is precisely what you need after Robby’s degradation, making you feel cherished, loved in a way that isn’t tied to your performance in the bedroom, but for just being exactly who you are.
He starts with inserting a single finger, and though his hands are thick, one finger is never enough to satisfy you when you’ve already experienced what his cock is like.
“Oh look at that, Robby left a gift for me.” He smiles, manoeuvring his body so that he has a better view of your core, warm breath tickling your centre before he dives in tongue first.
His stubble scratches against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, but it’s the lapping motions as he eats Robby’s cum from you that starts tightening the coil in your lower belly.
“Oh Jack! Fuck yes, right there!” You shout as he sucks you between his lips with a low, gravelly moan, finally adding a second thick finger, curling upwards to hit that spongy spot inside you that feels like he’s setting all your nerves on fire.
One hand reaches down to tug on his greying curls, the other stimulates a hardening nipple as Jack’s strong, freckled arm keeps your legs from closing around him.
“Fuck gorgeous, you’re dripping.” He hums against your folds, placing an open mouthed kiss to your clit, his wrist rotating with every plunge of his fingers. “Leaking for me.”
He dives back in like a man starving. Licking up all the sweet nectar you are producing from the very bottom of you, near your puckered hole, through your glistening folds, to circle your clit, before doing it all over again. Every swirl of your bundle of nerves, combined with the force of his fingers, makes your body quiver.
“Oh god your tongue, oh Jack.” Your body involuntarily tries to twist away from his attention, but his weight holds you in place, subjecting you to every hungry stroke of his unrelenting tongue.
With his lips sealed around your clit and a vigorous thrust of two fingers your back arches off the bed as you cum with a shout of his name. The coil at the base of your belly snaps with a ferocity that makes your entire body convulse, your legs tremble uncontrollably as obscenities fall from your lips.
Jack doesn’t let up, he continues slurping every last drop of release your body provides, only prolonging your transcendence into utter bliss. It’s only once your crying moans and the quiver of your legs subside does he pull back, admiring how spent his actions have left you.
His chin is coated as he crawls up the bed to kiss you, giving you the perfect taste of exactly what he had relished devouring moments earlier.
“Need you Jackie.” You say, reaching between your bodies, guiding him towards your entrance. He always gets rock hard while eating you out.
“You’re not too sore?” The way the words tumble gently from his lips, that he puts your comfort and wellbeing ahead of his own gratification. It only makes you feel even more empty of him.
“I need you, please.” You angle your hips to open yourself up to him, breath catching in your throat when the heavy head of his cock presses against your slick hole.
Jack’s groan as he sinks into you reverberates through your bones. He holds your gaze as he slowly sheathes himself inside you, your body stretching to accommodate the thickness that always makes your head spin. Stilling once he’s fully seated inside, his forehead dropping to yours, studying your face to not only ensure you’re experiencing pleasure, but to relish in the beauty of the woman below him, the woman he adores more than life itself.
“That’s it, take me all the way, good girl. Shit, you feel so fucking good.”
You moan at the praise, at how utterly full you feel of him, and the way he looks at you like you’re the beginning and end of his entire world.
Juxtaposed to Robby’s merciless pace, the grind of Jack’s hips is much slower, but far more deliberate. The drag of his cock against your walls is intoxicating, purposeful in the way he hits all the areas inside you which makes you see stars.
“You make such pretty noises my love.” Jack nuzzles into your neck, his rhythmical, deep thrusts pushing you further into the mattress. “I could cum just from hearing audio of you.”
You wrap your legs around his waist as he sucks on the salty skin of your neck, teeth occasionally scraping against your pulse point which makes you gasp.
“Oh fuck, you’re so deep.” You groan, feeling thoroughly satiated by how fucking full he leaves you, and when he pulls back, all you want is for him to fill you up, to make you whole again.
Jack pulls back slightly to observe every micro expression on your face, how your features contort in pleasure, your warm breaths mixing as his name falls from your lips in hoarse gasps.
“You’re taking me so well, gorgeous.” His nose nudges your cheek, followed by a kiss to the same place, somehow still so delicate and affectionate with you while railing into you.
“You’re gonna make me cum Jackie.” Your fingernails claw down his back, desperately trying to pull him even closer to you despite his entire body already laying directly on top of you.
The feeling threatens to overwhelm you, you’ve already cum multiple times today, but you’re determined to be a good girl, the best girl for your Jack. However, it doesn’t stop you from turning your head away from him in some absurd attempt to escape the firestorm of pleasure.
“Nah uh, none of that. Eyes on me sweet girl, keep your eyes on me when I make you cum.”
As soon as you turn your head back, eyes meeting his hazel ones, the irises that always observe you with such tenderness, an affection so bright you could see it from light years away, you crumble.
You feel your entire body seize up, like a lightning bolt striking through you, Jack coaxing you on as you ride out your high.
“Oh fuck, that’s it… shit, oh god, I’m gonna fill you up.” His thrusts become sloppy, it’s the feeling of you clenching around him that is his undoing.
The air is ripped from Jack's lungs, his whole body shuddering at the force of his high as he spills all he has deep inside you, grunting and groaning into your mouth before capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, wet tongues sliding against each other.
Jack rolls over when you’ve both come down, with his half hard cock still inside you, so that you're laying on top of him. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead before he closes his eyes, relishing having you so close as you feel his breathing slow.
“Sweet dreams Jackie.” You whisper, kissing the freckles staining his chest.
“I always sleep better when I’m inside you.” He mumbles back, arms slung around you, holding you tight as he drifts off into dreamland.
Probably doesn’t know he’s doing it until one day, you ask him to tell him more about one of his facts…
'Y'know coffee is the second biggest commodity after oil." Ryland's voice seemed so far away as if you weren't even there but he cared enough to give you a snippet of a fact. "It's grown in like... 70 countries, I think."
"I did not know that." You smiled, drawing your bottom lip to chew on it tenatively. "Kind of interesting, I guess for as much of it as I drink, I don't know a lot about it. You got any other facts?"
You had just dropped off his mid-day coffee, it was steaming on his desk to the right but attention was all to you as the Doctor had swivled his chair in your direction. There was very little time to spare other than for the paperwork, never ending, and the meetings that were jammed in between that seeing you in person was a treat. His were glasses hap-hazardly hanging from his right ear, mouth agape in shock before he sputters and tilts his head to the side. There’s some minimal attempt at trying to play it cool, but it’s hard to ignore the jump his heart gave into his throat. It was permanently stuck there and he had a hard time pushing it back down.
“I mean…” Ryland mutters, vocal cords dry, tapping his pencil against the metal frame of the desk, subsequently losing grip on it and watching as it flew and made contact with the plexiglass of his makeshift Project Hail Mary ‘cubicle’. There was no point now in salvaging so he tried to push the conversation forward. Maybe you wouldn’t notice the jitters that rose in him so suddenly now that he was under the proverbial microscope.
“You actually want to hear more? You could totally google it and it would tell you everything I’ve got up in the old noodle.” He rhythmically pressed a finger to the side of his head, indicating he meant his brain before dropping his hand to grab at his glasses so they could now be between his long fingers. A sense of distraction, he hoped.
“I asked you, not Google.” You clarified, seeking his eyes and leaning against the crudely built foundation that separated his space from the rest of the science team on deck. “But if you don’t have the time,” You gestured over your shoulder with a finger, “we can talk about it tonight at the bar, maybe-“
“I think they’re doing karaoke there tonight.” Ryland said, nearly oblivious to the true nature of your suggestion.
“Oh…”
“I think I have like..." He counted on his fingers, whether out of humor or legitimacy, you were unsure but it was still rather affectionate to watch such a moment happen up close. " Maybe 5 to 7 minutes right now before the meeting on Spin-Drives---"
"Is that enough time?" You laughed.
Ryland shook his head, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his head. "No, unfortunately my coffee facts are going to run us about a 15 to 22 minute conversation."
"How about we start now and pick it up after the meeting?"
"Deal." He grinned, lifting his hand up in a fist-bump motion which you returned. "Fist bumps. So much better than handshakes." He said more to himself as you pulled up a chair beside him.
My other Ryland Grace writings:
Reason is Life. ( Oneshot. )
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Eddie is reaped when he’s 17. He hails from District 6, the family of factory workers. He’s good with his hands, but lanky and awkward and he accepts the reaping for what it is: a death sentence. He had almost made it out- so close to 18- but apparently this is what the fates decided.
Except the arena is, somehow, made for him. There’s traps everywhere, barely-noticeable rigs meant to kill the tributes with fire or insects or mutations of already deadly animals. Eddie sees it for what it is, though- it’s a well-oiled machine, no different than the engines he works on at home. He deftly avoids each trap, sometimes even taking them apart to build new killing machines. He waits out the other tributes, killing when he has no other choice, and emerges victorious.
He wins the games. He gets to go home. He tells his dad to kick rocks and shares his new house in the Victor’s Village with Wayne, his uncle who has been the only real father figure he’s ever had. His life has changed in a matter of weeks, and now he’s socializing with the well-to-do’s in District 6.
That’s how he meets Steve Harrington. Steve’s 16 and the son of a manufacturing manager. He’s strong, has kind eyes, and an ambitious attitude that just spells trouble.
It’s no wonder Eddie falls in love.
It’s illegal, their love, but they find their ways, especially now that Eddie has the kind of status that forces people to believe his lies. Steve spends more nights in Eddie’s home than in his own. He comforts Eddie through the nightmares of the arena, reassures him time and again that Eddie is safe, that nothing can ever hurt him again.
The foolish thing is- Eddie believes him. He falls for the lie of the Capitol, that a victor’s life is pain free, that as long as they fulfill their annual duties of mentoring the next unlucky group of kids, he and his loved ones will be just fine.
He believes that lie up until the next reaping, when Steve Harrington’s name is pulled out of that bowl and the love of his life is suddenly being sent to slaughter, with Eddie being forced to be there every step of the way as Steve’s mentor.
Suddenly, Steve’s survival is up to Eddie and his ability to rally support for Steve in the arena. He may not be back in the games, but his heart is- and Eddie’s going to be damned if he lets anything or anyone lay a hand on his love.
Whenever he gets bored in history (professor Binns drones like his life DEPENDS ON IT- despite being a ghost?) Harry’s scribbling your name, your initials, your name and his LAST name in the margin of his notes. ✏️
He loves giving you/collecting little things that reminds him of you. It’s because if quidditch isn’t on his mind you 100% are. If he’s walking back from practice and sees a cool rock? He’ll be knocking on your dorm door at 10 o’clock at night to give it to you. 🪨
He CANNOT physically be in a better state than you are. You’re the #1 priority at all times. If it’s chilly in the air and you so much as SHIVER. Bam. He’s wrapping you in his coat even though his teeth are chattering ❄️
Even if yall have been dating FOREVER if he sees you in the library and the sun hits your hair juuuuussssttt right? He’s knocked over a whole thing of books just staring at you open mouthed, eyes wide. Madame Pince DID ban him. 📚
He always splits his food with you. If he’s got the last chocolate frog and Ron’s over here giving him puppy dog eyes so HE gets a piece? Harrys already plopped the bigger half in your hand. Ron is betrayed. 🐸
Again with the food, he forgets to eat 95% of the time but he’s always got your favorite snacks on hand. He’s like an ACTUAL magician because you’ll both be studying in the common room, you’ll have just begun to whine “Harry you know what I’m CRAVING-“, he’s already slid it over to you without looking up. 🥨
Harrys VERY big on like the old time gentlemanly stuff. He walks you back to your common room (if you’re in a different house) or to your dorm (if you’re in Gryffindor like him) even if it means he gets his ass handed to him by a prefect. 💤
You don’t EVER have to worry about having a seat beside Harry because he always saves you one. He once stepped on Seamus’s foot just to stop him from sitting down. Although half the time you find him half asleep into his cereal with his jumper saving your seat. 🥣
If you ask him anything about a homework assignment he’ll go all proffesory and absolutely BS his way through an explanation… only to run and ask Hermione the same question the minute you look away. And then come back and say “his sources were wrong” for the og explanation. ❓
He’s SO AFFECTION STARVED IF HURTS. if you call him “love” right before first lesson you can bet that boy is blushing, stammering, and half walking into walls all day. 🌹 
You are a regular person living in the modern day when the world around you changes. All of a sudden, you have to contend with strange powers and a life of constant danger, but you also meet new people, friends you can trust to have your back.
You have a goal, you want to deal with all this quickly and make your life, your world, go back to normal.
You lose people. You go on.
You go on faster than before, more solitary, more focused on your goal than you have been. Because you still have hope, hope for everyone else that remains, hope for yourself, hope that one day, you will be strong enough to not lose anyone.
Until you realise that you can't do it.
You can't go back to your previous life, you can't change how things are now. Your goal is further now than it had been at there start.
Was it all meaningless?
But you've come too far for your efforts to go to waste now.
You pick up the pieces of yourself and shape then into what you think you must have been like at the beginning, before this world changed you. The picture formed has some parts missing but it is still you, somehow.
You go on.
Because you can't stop. Not now. Not when you still have a duty to those around you, those who helped you and supported you and those who you love in turn.
Because even if your own goal was nothing but an unattainable dream, there are still others who need you.
Because even if your fate was set from the beginning, you'd still choose this miserable journey.
Because even if you've distanced yourself from others, even if you can't tell how much you've changed, the fact remains:
You are, at your core, a good person.
And despite what fate tells you, despite your seemingly fruitless struggles, you can't do nothing when you know it might be within your power to change the situation.
And that, that tragic, lonely yet meaningful path you walk on, that dangerous road you tread on for the sake of others, is what makes you, you.
