I write for: Jack Abbot, Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Frank Langdon, Dennis Whittaker, Brendon Park, Melissa “Mel” King, Parker Ellis, Cassie McKay
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The Last of Us
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Criminal Minds
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I also write for: Clark Kent (Superman), JJ Maybank & Rafe Cameron (Outer Banks), Steve Harrington (Stranger Things), Eddie Diaz & Evan Buckley (911), Tim Bradford (The Rookie)
jack abbot doing that thing where he’s shushing you even he’s the reason you’re making all that noise. like he’s got you pinned to the bed on your side, curling his body over you to keep reaching that spot. asking “what’s all the fuss about, hm?” and holding your face with fake concern while railing you to literal pleased tears.
you’re grabbing onto whatever part of him you can, tugging the freckled skin as the thick of him splits you open with rough strokes. unraveling you thrust by thrust.
“j…jack,” is all your voice can bunch out of your damp-with-sweat, bouncing figure. the rest of what you say just spills into loud, melty, fucked-out noises.
“that’s my name, don’t wear it out,” he mumbles, lips against your ear. they peck a quick kiss along the shell before he grins at your loud pants—which is exactly how he wants them… wants you. loud and crying (good tears, of course) and stuffed full of him. you cry out his name again, and he just bucks into you harder. feeling a little light headed himself. “shh, baby, i know. we’ll getcha there.”
"jack’s so serious abt your safety that some hard!dom vibes come out… if he catches you pulling into the driveway with a clip still in your hair he’s in the doorway giving you a disappointed frown and a “I can’t let this one slide, honey. Go to the bedroom.”"
this did something to me!!!! hard dom!jack never really making an appearance when you're bratty (because he secretly finds that real cute) but only coming out when you're genuinely at risk of harming yourself? and deliberately not listening to him? oooooooh he's so pissed none of your actual tricks work on him too!!!! where he's usually pretty easily persuaded with a pout or a sweet apology from you he's not now!!! he won't budge unless you're thoroughly punished and promising you won't do it again. bonus if robby watches and actively eggs him on!
18+ mdni
YES YES YES THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT I WAS IMAGINING!! you get it! like you can brat to him all day long and he’ll just chuckle and tease you, maybe fuck you till you’re all sweet for him again… but if you blatantly break a rule that’s in place for your safety or well being? you’re done for. in a way its almost worse than when robby punishes you, because jack’s angry but he’s also disappointed.
and yes, you try your usual tricks— peering at him with big sad eyes, pouting, saying “‘m sorry daddy, i just forgot”
but he shakes his head as he tugs at the top of his jeans so he can sit down on the couch. “Thank you for apologizing, honey. That’s a nice start, but I gotta make sure the lesson sticks.” he pats his lap “Now c’mere.“ and he raises his brow when you just toe at the floor, unmoving. his voice is so stern, “you gonna get over my knee or do I have to help you?”
And he makes such a thing out of it. “Gonna do 15, babygirl, that seem fair?” and you know he’s not looking for your opinion, just your compliance, so you murmur “yes daddy.” .
Jack ignores robby’s muttered “15 seems a bit light.” from across the room, and he ignores the fierce scowl you shoot him in response. He just tugs down your shorts, kneads your ass and continues “You’re gonna count for me, alright?
Every spank is firm and solid, a resounding smack ringing out when his palm makes contact with your ass. At 10 he stops to give you a little break, asks “Why do I have to do this, babygirl? Tell me.”
“Cause I didn’t take out my clip in the car,” You warble, voice wet and shaking with the little sobs that catch in your throat. Jack hums and nods.
“Mhm. And what’s the problem with that?”
“I-“ You stammer slightly, struggling to think through the subby haze that’s settled in your brain and the hot, distracting pain of your throbbing skin. “It’s against the rules?”
And Robby laughs at you from across the room, a mean sound that makes your lower lip wobble. He sounds patronizing as he says “Oh, sweetheart. I certainly like that answer, but I don’t think that’s what Jack’s looking for.”
And instead of defending you Jack just hums in agreement :(( he squeezes your ass, making you flinch at the rough touch. “We have rules for a reason. Why’s it a rule that you take out your hairclips?”
“C-cause it’s not safe.” You finally say. “It’s dangerous if I get in an accident.”
“There we go.” Jack gives your thigh an approving pat. “Knew you’d get there. Five more, sweetie.”
At the end he pulls you into his lap and rubs your back as you ramble through tears “‘m sorry daddy, I learned my lesson. Promise.”
It feels like you’ve been going for hours—cunt aching, clit pulsing each time the base of the strap brushes it. Ellis’ hands grip your hips, keeping you moving at a steady pace even when your legs start to burn.
You’ve lost count of how many times she’s made you cum just like this—two, three? Or was it four? Not to mention the fact that she had you riding her face not even a two hours ago, pulling another orgasm out of you.
“Parker I can’t,” you whine, thighs burning from the exertion. You aren’t quite sure what exactly it is you’re pleading for.
“Getting too tired?” she pouts mockingly as she peers up at you.
You nod in response, gasping in surprise when she flips you over onto your back, the silicone remaining inside you all the while. She brings your knees to your chest, practically folding you in half. The action draws a startled moan out of you, the strap pressing even deeper inside.
The first thrust has you reeling, mouth hung open. You aren’t even sure what sounds are leaving your lips as she begins a steady pace, quickening her movements after a moment.
The angle has her pressing even deeper inside, the pressure causing a tear to slide down your cheek.
“Oh, honey, it feel that good?” she coos, brushing the tear as she continues to thrust in and out of your weeping pussy, pace never faltering.
You nod, sniffling as she wipes away another tear.
I just KNOW Shawn Hatosy was fighting for his life when he read the script for that last episode of The Pitt considering his hatred of avocados 😭 I guess that's the real reason he wasn't in it.
So when Abbot tells a patient with an American flag sticking out of his chest without enough pain meds to "shut his fucking mouth" it's funny, but when my girl Santos privately calls a patient stupid for taking an absurd amount of turmeric supplements, she's an evil, unempathetic, monster? Ok.
the cotton sheets were a damp mess, already glued to the curve of your spine with a thin sheen of sweat. they clung to you, heavy and humid, tracing the sharp arch of your back every time your hips stuttered upward. a sound broke from your throat, half-moan, half-broken whimper, as your muscles wound tight, bracing for the next heavy, pulsing wave. you had officially lost count of how many times you’d come.
it was too much, the friction of his tongue making your nerves spark and fray. by mere instinct, you tried to shimmy away, just an inch or two of desperate breathing room, but you didn't get far.
two strong, freckled arms hooked over your thighs and waist with quick efficiency. he anchored you to the mattress, refusing to let the moment break. one of those big hands began to roam, calloused palm sliding up, up, and up over the soft dip of your stomach until his fingers splayed wide just beneath your breasts, pinning you steady while he dove back in.
his mouth was relentless, hot and slick and merciless, tongue flattening wide before curling tight around your swollen clit, dragging slow and deliberate like he wanted to taste every little pulse. wet sounds filled the room, the obscene, filthy little slurps and laps that made your cheeks burn hotter. he sucked you between his lips with a low, hungry groan that vibrated straight into your core, the rumble traveling up your spine and shattering behind your eyes.
your thighs trembled against his grip, muscles jumping and twitching as another thick wave of pleasure slammed into you. he didn't let you twist away though; instead, he spread you wider, thumbs digging crescents into the soft flesh of your inner thighs, holding your dripping pussy open so he could bury his face deeper. his nose pressed firm against your mound, rubbing in tight circles while his tongue speared inside you, fucking you with long, greedy strokes that curled and stroked every sensitive ridge.
you were soaked, embarrassingly so—your arousal coating his chin, dripping down to ruin the sheets even more—but he only hummed in approval, the vibration making your back bow hard off the bed. his free hand slid higher, rough fingertips finally capturing one aching nipple, rolling and pinching it in time with every devastating flick of his tongue. sparks shot from your chest straight down to where his mouth devoured you, the dual stimulation leaving you gasping, almost sobbing, fingers clawing uselessly at the damp cotton beneath you and at his gray curls.
he pulled back just enough to drag his tongue through your folds in one long, torturous stripe, collecting every drop of your slick mixed with his spit before sealing his lips around your clit again and sucking hard. your vision whited out at the edges, again, hips jerking helplessly against his unyielding hold as the pressure coiled tighter and tighter, threatening to snap you in half.
“jack, please—” the words tore out of you, cracked and desperate, barely more than a whimper, your voice was already raspy.
he hummed against your soaked cunt, the sound low and indulgent, and pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss right over your throbbing clit before answering.
“shhh, shhh… it’s okay, baby,” he murmured, voice rough, deepened by lust, lips brushing against your swollen folds with every word. his breath was scalding hot, teasing your highly oversensitive nerves. “just breathe for me.”
you tried to close your legs, overwhelmed, but he held you open easily, freckled arms flexing as he kept you pinned exactly where he wanted you. he licked another lazy, filthy stripe up your pussy, savoring the way you fluttered and leaked for him.
“let me have this, pretty girl,” he cooed, pressing the flat of his tongue against your clit and giving it a slow, heavy drag that made your toes curl. “i’m not done yet. not even close. you’re gonna let me keep eating this pretty pussy until i’ve had my fill… yeah?”
his voice was velvet-soft and teasing, dripping with lazy, adoring confidence while his mouth stayed cruel, so unlike his voice. sucking, licking, humming praises right into your pussy like he had all the time in the world—which in nights like these, when he needed to blow off some steam, he did.— every time your hips twitched too hard or your voice broke on another plea, he’d gentle you with another soft “shhh, baby, i got you,” only to immediately dive back in deeper, tongue diving deeper into you.
jack was starving.
there was no other word for it. the man was ravenous. he shifted his weight forward, pressing his broad chest and shoulders down over your lower body, blanketing you. he was careful to not crush you, just applying enough weight to be heavy enough to pin your hips flush to the mattress, trapping you completely under him while his arms stayed locked around your thighs, keeping you spread open for him.
his mouth never stopped. he licked a long, slow, filthy stripe from the very bottom of you, starting at your soaked, fluttering little hole, dragging all the way up through your dripping folds, over your entrance, and then higher still, teasing your sensitive clit before circling back down. the flat of his tongue painted every inch, collecting the slick that had leaked down to your ass and tasting it like it was the best thing he’d ever had.
“fuck, baby… you’re dripping all the way down here,” he groaned against you, voice wrecked and low. he pressed the tip of his tongue right there, right against that tight little ring, giving it one slow, deliberate swirl that made your whole body jolt. “so messy for me. leaking everywhere f’me.”
you whimpered, completely overwhelmed, trying to twist, but his weight held you perfectly still. he hummed in satisfaction at your reaction and dove back in harder, face buried so deep his nose rubbed against your clit. his jaw must’ve be aching by now, but if it was, he didn’t care.
“that’s it,” he murmured between long, hungry licks, lips shiny and slick with you. “don’t fight it, pretty girl. just let me eat. i’m not stopping until this sweet pussy stops twitching for me… and we both know that’s not happening anytime soon.”
he sealed his mouth around your clit again, sucking hard while two thick fingers slid down to tease your entrance, pressing just inside and curling mercilessly. his weight, his arms, his relentless mouth… all of it kept you pinned and spread and completely at his mercy.
