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She has spent her whole life being good and doing the right thing and putting others before herself.
So right now, she doesn’t care that her dress is now indecently riding up as her legs spread so she can straddle Jack’s lap. All she cares about is how Jack welcomes her immediately, his hands resting on her hips and his gaze burning into hers as she grasps his face in her hands, closes the gap and finally is able to kiss him with the vehemence of a woman starved.
// firefighter jack x paramedic samira AU
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11 Oct 2025
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You’re not from his world—you don’t speak in vitals, don’t flinch at blood, don’t belong to the people who call him “Abbot” like it’s both a sentence and a survival tactic. But when he texts—too late, too clipped, too careful—you go. Because Jack Abbot never asks for anything, not really. And tonight, for reasons he won’t say, he wants you. A cherry-red dress. A quiet reservation. A man built to hold pressure, not affection. He’s never been good with words. But he’s about to show you everything he means.
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04 Oct 2025
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It's a delicate balance, being caressed gently by lethal hands.
Simon "Ghost" Riley/Heiress! Reader
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- Part 1 of A Peach Pit and A Cold Heart
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11 Aug 2025
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Keegan looks good like this. Laid out, bare; skin stained with the bites of your nails, the nips of your teeth, nestled evenly amid the smattering of battle wounds and blemishes that colour him in a rich history wrought with gunfire and calamity.
(You often tell him that the two of you are kismet.
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13 Jun 2025
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"Fuck, love," his voice carries the taste of cigars and scotch when it rumbles in your ear. You smell the heady Maduro on his skin when you sink your teeth into the freckles on his shoulder. He tips his head forward; his rasping groan is heavy with smoke. "The things you do to me."
(you haven't stopped thinking of what it would feel like to burn your lips on his cigar, and numb the sting with the scotch on his tongue.)
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11 Jun 2025