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"You want me," Jack said slowly, "to film you at your worst. As a deterrent."
"Exactly."
"For a hypothetical future pregnancy you're already planning to talk yourself out of."
"Yes."
He stared at her for a long moment.
Then he pulled out his phone.
The way he did it — one-handed, that small focused expression settling into his jaw — she thought, with total despair: this is the problem. This is the fucking problem.a.k.a. Dr. Samira Mohan is going to want to do this again.
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19 Jun 2026
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Samira can't really pinpoint where the desire comes from. Can't say with certainty why the thought of Jack coming home from work, finding her asleep in his bed and pulling down the sheets to ruck up her shirt or drag her panties down her hips makes pleasure spark low in her gut.
Or: Somnophilia
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16 Jun 2026
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She shrugged, biting her lip to hide her glee at his cluelessness. “Well, plus opening acts and driving? Yeah, have fun spending it with your nightcrawlers. Or could you think of something better to do?”
“Yeah,” he said softly.
His eyes tracked her curls splayed across the pillow she had brought from Seattle. He looked over at the bedside table he had bought and assembled before her arrival, now cluttered with her various pill bottles, chapsticks, claw clips, and loose change. He thought of the boxes littering the hallway, and the quiet reality that they were going to spend months, maybe even years, together in this space.
No more hurried conversations in the ambulance bay at PTMC. No more hotel rooms booked just so she could get out of her shoebox apartment to sleep in a king size bed with him.
“I’d rather be here with you,” he admitted quietly, leaning down to press one more kiss to her lips.
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inspired by “ the art of lazying about (and loving)” artwork by @nikinikori on twitterBookmarked by if_only
16 Jun 2026
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“You look like you give a lot- too much.” He mumbles, eyes falling down her shoulder, “Too bad they ran you to the streets.”
She lets out a small laugh, “I didn’t know I was on the streets.”
Her eyes empty at him. There’s a warmness in her stare- swirls of desire, a lot of attention that he’d eat up.
“You got that stray look. It ain’t a judgement or nothin.” His voice slurs in heavy thought.
Fezco and Lexi exchange a look with each other. She’s trying to avoid looking at his arms, she wonders how it would feel to be held by them- he could feel her yearning-
A gape looking for a taste.
-----Intending to kill a guilty pleasure each month, Lexi begins a year long friends with benefits relationship with Fezco.
As the months pass by, sex becomes turbulent and feelings get messy.
discontinued. final chapter is satisfactory (aka — yes, they kiss and make up).
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11 Jun 2026
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Samira thought that if Jack Abbot could sleep with his nose buried in her cunt he just might.
It had been a little strange at first, she'd felt a twinge of not shame per se but… perhaps bashfulness when Jack would gleefully eat her out post-shift and pre-shower.
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10 Jun 2026