daddy's favourite — smut — Out of all the Pittlings you are Robby’s favourite and the others love to tease you about it, but what happens when they're right?
john carter... i know him — upon returning to the ED Robby is surprised to find not only the ED not up in flames but you have a new someone on your arms. er cross over!
hard to get — smut — you and Trinity decide you've had enough of being the casual booty call, agreeing to play hard to get to prove to your partners you can go without them. easier said then done
cabin fever — smut — when you get a phone call from robby at 2 am when he's supposed to be sabotical your mind kicks you into all the horror stories. when he doesnt pick up when you try to call him back what choice do you have but to drive across states to get to him
bet on it — you and Robby had been going steady for a few months now but when a betting board is made on who your mysterious male friend could be, Robby is not happy with the outcome.
camera on me, baby — smut — robby's going away and he's very worried about his two singular house plants and mail, so he's asked you to house sit. he gave you keys and the lay out of the neighbours, he maybe just forgot to mention one tiny detail. the cameras in almost every room
lights, camera, action! — smut — robby went away hoping to catch peace in his three months get away but he caught sight of something else instead. now he's coming back after watching you for months over a camera, desperate for the real thing but what you don't know won't hurt you, right?
tear in my heart — you and Robby have always had an un-spoken understanding, that if you were two different people you'd fall in love. but he was a mess and refused to bring you down. so instead, fate threatens to take you away forever
ladybug — hi fell in love with your portrayal of dr. robby is it okay for me to request for dr. robby’s attending! wife and the early signs of pregnancy before she decided to take a test? (like falling asleep while doing charts or over a casual conversation hehe) request!
the kids aren't alright — Robby wants to take you- his beautiful wife- on a romantic get away, he forgets about the knuckleheads that means leaving at home
very important person — when your and Robby's son joins PTMC he sees just how much his parents have to deal with, including Myrna, the gift that just keeps on giving, and she thinks trading in the older model for the younger is a good investment
hurt forever — Robby req. Where him and reader had a fling for a while. She eventually wanted more, he was content with the non commitment, which she ended it over. Fast forward, she's getting married soon, new guy is out of town (if it was park it would add a little flair but you do you). Robby show up at her doorstep, which they end up sleeping together one last time, your choice if she regrets it or not. request!
i love you, i love you, i love you — Robby is known to speak before he thinks sometimes, but when the cost of his words is losing you, he’d rather die
“eat it for dinner!” — smut — Dr J makes the hospital famous with her tiktoks and, especially robby and jack. robby has something to say about what everyone thinks of him.
extra, extra ! — you just wanted to be helpful, robby's helpful girl, you didn't realise that helping out might've exposed robby in an un-expected sort of way...
taste back — ft, F Langdon, Robby knew he loved you but he knew he couldn't love you the way you deserved. So he leaves. But when he comes back and sees Frank in the place that was his, he can't help but want the taste of you back (request)
live with it — robby invites you to stay with him when your apartment becomes un-inhabitable, and just when he thinks things might be moving ahead in your relationship, he's forced back to earth when he hears something he really wished he didn't.
JACK X READER(S)
always go older — smut — a patient tells you older is always better, Jack wants to know if you can confirm that.
take care of you — jack really wants to take care of you, you're really not used to that feeling, but when an accident has you in harms way and rattles jack more than you, you have little choice but to accept how he feels about you. (I want to take care of you- it's rotten work- not to me, not if its you) type.
J over my heart — hi again(im gonna be so annoying with this). i had some voices whisper into my ear about a shared tattoo with jack abbott and wife(pediatrics doctor?) reader? reader and jack having two tattoos. one that everyone would see and the other where only the two of them would. and what if, their marriage is like not known to everyone except for Robby and Dana(?hehehe) request!
softer, harder, in between — you and Jack have always been two peas in a pod, working the ER together, on the field together, no wonder you started to search for those dark eyes and damning smirk. and you thought for a second, just for a second, he might be searching for you too, until you hear the man you're crushing on airing out everything he hates about you
dad's best friend — smut — Jack was just looking for an easy night, a quiet drink, but what he finds is so much better. You, sat in a seat that's his, fresh, new and young to the area, starting a new job with your dad. Jack just didn't think to ask the right questions...
with or without you — Jack and you have always been ying-and-yang and until a few months ago, the love of each others life. but when thing start shifting and you start drifting from Jack for the worse he doesn't know how to stop it, until he can stop it in the most brutal way possible
you know how to ball — Jack is a party boy, but above all he is a you boy and his affection only grows when he sees you punch the notorious camp dick
RABBOT X READER(S)
golden girl — you were Robby's star pupil, his favourite person, but when he catches you and Jack in the middle of performing a high risk procedure you definitely shouldn't be doing he can't handle the jealousy. so really, is it your fault if your pushed into Jack Abbots bed, but can't stop thinking about Robby?
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s = smut
sp = spice (nothing explicit)
f = fluff
a = angst
h/c = hurt/comfort
smau = social media au
⟢ Jack Abbot ⚕
I'll take the couch by @weird-is-life f
jack abbot spanks by @ickology s
back scratcher by @groovyangelkisses f
pussy inspection by @ridgeflaw s
i love you, baby; i promise by @/ridgeflaw s
sugar daddy!jack abbot 2 by @unmarlou f
DOLL'S CORNER by @80sfilmclub
sushi with jack by @softtachycardia f, sp
wife guy by @tumbleweedstillhaspanic f
distracted by @pinkandblueblurbs s
accident by @fluttervoid f
fingers in your mouth by @mparksy
⟢ Brendon Park 𓂁
softness in sex by @zivistardust f, s
Girl Dad by @tumbleweedstillhaspanic f
sleepy bren by @novatheory f
apartment by @soobshi f
⟢ Rabbot ❤︎
heatwave by @carbonfiction s
texts by @urfavoritewritersfavoritewriter smau
lesson learnt by @robbyscoffee s
sleeping between rabbot by @/robbyscoffee f
⟢ Michael Robinabvitch 𑣲
hands-on inspection by @mariasont s
⟢ Joel Miller ☣︎
strings by @softly-potter s
honey baby by @mcthsman s
⟢ Pope Andrew 𖦏
In this corner by @mcybank a, s
hyperspermia by @misspossexxive s
his inability to let anyone else near you by @groovyangelkisses f
⟢ Clark Kent ⎚-⎚
desperate by @maiamore s
NEW IN DREAM'S LIBRARY @barnesdreamcatcher
⟢ To Need Somebody (Jack Abbot) a, s
⟢ Take me to your river (Jack Abbot) s, h/c
⟢ casual dominance (Jack Abbot) sp
⟢ mock sympathy (Jack Abbot) s
⟢ Nothing's quite enough (Jack Abbot) a
⟢ As long as you’re with me (Jack Abbot) s, h/c, f
⟢ phone sex (Jack Abbot) s
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Welcome to the spot where horny posts are the norm and asks are always open! please note, smut is in tagged in red fluff is tagged in pink
Marvel:
Bucky Barnes(Winter soldier)
Stay Quiet- Summary: being in a secret relationship with your dad's hot best friend may be classified as a sin, but teasing him under the table at a family dinner is another.
Drabbles:
Jealous!bodyguard
Logan Howlett (wolverine):
Beggin' blues- Its been a long day for you both; so what better way to unwind with come couch cuddles that, with the help of Logans teasing, turn into you begging on your loves lap..
Line to cross- When DBF!oldman!Logan catches you in a compromising position.. You should probably tell him to stop, should hold the fabric tigher in your fingers, be less calm, put up more of a fight.. He's your dads friend, a taboo line you really shouldnt want to cross..
Soundless somethings- When logan comes home one day to absolute silence throughout your home, he knows something isnt right. He further cements that when he finds you tucked up in bed, struggling with a migraine attack.
Cross to bare- A continuation of line to cross. This time its you who catches Logan in a compromising position; Behind the safely locked door of your bathroom- or so he thinks. After your last encounter you feel its only fair to return the favor.. right?
Irrevocably mine- Sometimes you get to be too much for Logan; not emotionally, god no. Never like that.. Just the mere presence of you stirs something within him. somedays, it just gets too much, that visceral need to be enveloped by you. it makes him nothing short of desperate, worn eyes begging and pleading, unsatisfied and unhappy until he has you closer than close. Worst!Wolverine
One step at a time- Summary: sleep can be a fickle thing, a struggle more personal than most.. But it just so happens there's another person in the mansion that understands. angst to fluff Written with X1 logan in mind!
Dark desires- summary: a week ago you found yourself drunk texting your best friends dad; something that should've been a mistake, but you were sure in that drunken moment that Logan would know everything you'd kept from him all those years. You'd been thinking about it for longer than you'd care to admit; adding to the fantasy. so what happens when logan finally indulges you.. older best friends dad!Logan
A little suprise- Summary: After another cosy Christmas morning shared together, it's time for the gifts. Little things thoughtfully bought, wrapped and passed over. This year however, theres something else. Something you've meticulously managed to keep hidden for a little while now. Origins!Logan
Redlight, Greenlight- Summary: You and your stepdad Logan have an.. Unconventional, kind of relationship. One that runs deeper and much more intimatly taboo than your mother knows. You need him? Heres there.. Except for, well, when hes not. So what happens when wants to play a little game with the gift he gets you from the fair to fill that exact problem? Stepdad!DOFP!Logan
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like.. A whole heap of p!rn PT1. PT2. PT3. PT4
Drabbles:
When needs must
Loving him loudly
Study buddy (boyfriend)
bitter days and bitten lips
Sittin pretty
Soothing sickness
Poolverine (Deadpool/Wolverine/reader)
drabbles:
Misbehavior
Eddie Brock/Venom:
Drabbles:
Venom lends a helping tendril
Frank castle (The Punisher)
First bloom- summary: Frank has a moment of vulnerability when gifting you flowers for the first time
listen and learn- Summary: You should've known better than to push, to ignore Franks warnings. Expression stern, voice snipped, he'd repeatedly told you to listen. To quit it, just for a little while. So was it truly all your fault when you just wanted some of his attention?
Ain't no shame- Summary: Riding frank for the first time proves a challenge, one that you thought yourself ready for. When it turns out you aren't, insecurity sparks up your spine. But its just your luck that Frank doesn't mind, infact, hes more than happy to help.. So long as you ask.
See how it fits- Summary: Your attempt at teasing frank in that deliciously sexy leather trenchcoat of his doesnt quite go to plan, or maybe it does, depending on your point of view. You just hadn't quite factored in that vanity mirror you'd begged for..
Drabbles:
Cuddles and cockwarming
soothing sickness
Midnight munchies
Not to me
Lil mama
Festive feels
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like.. A whole heap of p!rn. PT1. PT2. PT3. PT4. PT5. PT6. PT7
Matt Murdock (Daredevil)
Drabbles:
Inexperienced college!matt
Midnight munchie
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like.. A whole heap of p!rn. PT1
The walking dead
Shane Walsh
Drabbles:
Cruel to be kind
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like.. A whole heap of p!rn. PT1
The last of us
Joel Miller
Lover, you should come over- summary: You shouldnt be here, not in Joel Millers arms, his bed or even his house. Especially not when you have your own place and a boyfriend your own age asleep in your bed. Yet its where you find yourself once more as the dark torments your mind.
^^ You say that every time- summary: Joel gives you what you want in the warmth of his bed. You promise him it's the the last time and in trying to return the favour, you find it really might be.. Part two to the fic above
^^^ Pick me up on your way down- summary: the aftermath of Joel's words seem to haunt you and peace grows harder to find. The two of you too stubborn to relent in your avoidance until he finds you somewhere you certainly shouldn't be.. Part three of the fics above
In my arms instead- summary: You've known Joel Miller for a ridiculously long time, trusted him in all fields including picking you up from bad dates and getting over even worse boyfriends. Which is why, you think, you trust him enough to ask for the only thing you've always wanted but are yet to have, a baby.
In my arms instead; Part Two- summary: As you and Joel adjust to the changes that come from sleeping together, things begin to shift in your relationship. The arrival of that little line quickly lacing moments of pure pleasure to ones marked with excess vulnerability. While Joel's protective streak quickly evolves, intent on keeping you comfortable and content as your due date comes around.
Tell me n' its yours summary: Joel has this habbit when you fuck- always getting you to use your words when he knows just what it does to you. Tonight's no different, even beneath the christmas tree.
Drabbles:
Jackson sunsets
Make it all worth it
Older!Joel thoughts
Morning glory
Mine? Yours.
Tommy Miller
Drabbles:
Differences
On the clock
Red Dead Redemption 2
Arthur Morgan
Drabbles
That which folk dream
The Pitt
Rabbot (Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch/ Dr. Jack Abbot/ reader
Drabbles
Brat Tamer/Enabler Rabbot
Heatwave (pervy!boyfriends dads)
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like; a whole heap of p!rn PT1
Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch
Drabbles
Star of david
Big stretch
Twitter links- exactly what it sounds like; a whole heap of p!rn PT1
Dr. Jack Abbot
sleepy girl- Summary: the one where Jack Abbot doesn't play about helping his girl get to sleep.
Nothings gonna hurt you, baby- summary: after a bad nightshift you get stuck in your own head, letting it dift you away into that hazy space until you need Jack to reel you back in with a worthy distraction
Drabbles
Watching
Aftercare
Aftercare; the accident
Watching; your turn
Cottontail dreams
Papa rabbit
Other:
Elvis 2022:
Austin Butler!Elvis:
Jealously problem- Summary: The photo was completely innocent, youd stumbled over a step by the door and the poor guy you'd tumbled into was just making sure you were okay. But Elvis, you think, has a bit of a jealousy problem
Andrew Cody:
Our bodies are covered in scars, will you let me take away your pain and suffering?-Part 1
your scars are the constellations that light up the night sky-Part 2
The darkness wraps around us like a blanket, guide me home where I'm safe in your arms-Part 3
I would spend a million years healing the scars on your body, as you've healed my own-Part 4
I see the way he looks at her, it's the same way I look at you-Part 5 Finale
I'm sorry, I'm so goddamn sorry for what I've done
The Stars Collide
Why Didn't You Tell Me?
I Always Knew
jack abbot's heart is breaking because he went too rough with you, bruised your cervix too hard after you begged to be taken prone. now the effects are hitting you post sex; you're usually emotional in general afterwards but you're pressed face down against the pillows, hesitating to look at him even after he asked.
"please baby," he starts. "lemme see your sweet face."
if his heart was broken before, it's absolutely shattered now. you've got your bottom lip poking out as you sniffle softly, looking up at him with wet eyes and tear stained cheeks.
"it's okay sweet girl i've got you." he lunges forward to cup your face in his large hands, brushing the tears beneath you eyes wit his thumbs. this is what always breaks the dam for you unfortunately, and the tears start to flow freely. it's like his acknowledgment gave you permission to finally let go of whatever was holding you back.
jack's hushing you now, rubbing soothing circles all over your body just the way you like. he should've known to go a little easier on you, it's just that sometimes he gets lost in you and doesn't realize his strength.
in the morning, he'll make it up to you with a nice breakfast just the way you like it. but for now he'll hold you close, wrapped around you tightly as you finally drift off to sleep.
you ride jack to help him relax after a hard shift...
you move slowly, your hips rocking back and forth, taking jack’s fat cock deeper and deeper inside you. your fingers are tangled in the ends of his silver hair, tugging at them as he fills you so deliciously, bringing soft moans from your lips.
his calloused hands knead your bottom, pulling you impossibly close; his lips rest right by your ear, letting you hear the quiet growls and murmurs that escape him.
“do you feel good, daddy?” you ask, even though you know the answer, but still need to hear it – needing it more than the air you’re breathing “do i make you feel good?”
“so good, baby” he replies hoarsely, cupping your rosy cheek in his large hand and running his thumb along your lower lip “so good for daddy” he murmurs as your lips close around his finger, sucking it lazily.
his cock throbs at the sight, and you can feel it. your body trembles, and your gummy walls tighten even more, turning the slow movement of his cock inside you into a lazy grinding.
suddenly, your cheek is no longer nestled against his hand; instead, it’s nestled against his face. you brush against his stubble like a cat, your wet lips grazing his jawline and the corner of his mouth, while both his hands are on the flesh of your thighs, holding them tightly, controlling your movements, causing you to be pressed so close to him now that your clit brushes against his pubic hair, causing the orgasm that has been building slowly to suddenly wash over you so intensely that you cannot resist it, cumming with a choked sob.
you are worried that jack didn't cum, that you didn't do what you promised. but then you feel that addictive sensation of warmth filling your pussy and the weight of his softening cock, which still rests inside you, still filling you so much that you feel as though your insides are being crushed by it.
“are you feeling a bit less stressed out, daddy?” you ask softly, your fingers gliding over the freckles on his chest, gently scratching the skin there.
“yeah, baby, thank you” he says, kissing the crown of your head and stroking your spine, forever grateful for his sweet girlfriend who looks after his old self.
you tell jack abbot you can’t cum without a vibrator and he proves you wrong. not proofread btw
“i didn’t sit through all those anatomy classes for nothing,” he grumbles, one hand holding your hip and the other keeping his dick in line with your pussy.
“that was what? like fifty years ago?”
he starts shoving himself in before replying, “very funny.”
“ah, ah! i’m—jesus—telling you, jack. it won’t work.”
“you know i have to try, at least once.”
he hasn’t let up on it ever since you told him. you can’t have an orgasm without some sort of toy. of course that simply can’t be true.
he always just assumed it was a preference. the few times you’d slept with him so far, you’d always had a vibrator ready on the nightstand.
“just—let me try, huh?”
there’s a pillow beneath your lower back, and your legs are tensed up around his hips.
“you need to relax, though, honey.”
you exhale a deep breath and nod shakily. “okay, i can try.”
“good, just listen to me. do you feel me here?”
he pushes down on your stomach, just above your pubic bone.
“sort of,” you say to be nice, appreciative of his efforts. you expect him to pull out and give up, suddenly decide you’re not worth the effort.
“okay, tilt your hips up towards the ceiling a little bit. good, hold it right there.”
he rolls his hips back and forward again, dragging against your upper wall and hitting something that makes you yelp.
you slap your hands over your mouth and stare at him with stupid, wide eyes. he ignores you, just keeps rolling his hips up into you with his hand pressing into your stomach.
“good girl, focus.”
one hand leaves your mouth to dig into the linen sheets. expensive sheets. the ones you liked in the store, that jack had to insist you buy.
the other hand stays covering your mouth to keep in all the noises you’d never made before.
“how’s that feeling?”
“pressure—there’s pressure, jack. i don’t know what—”
he shushes you, “you don’t have to do anything, just feel it. feel me taking care of you.”
he runs his big hands up and down your sides, keeping the same rhythm with his thrusts, not speeding up or going harder.
“jack, i think im gonna cum. i’m gonna—oh, jesus christ!”
you sit upwards, instinctively tensing your entire body up. jack pushes you back down with a hand on your chest that moves up to curl around your neck. no pressure, only a firm, reassuring warmth.
your stomach drops into that familiar buzz you thought you could only achieve with a toy.
“c’mon, breathe through it,” he grunts, letting himself go as you clench around him so tight he tips his head back and groans like an animal.
when all is said and done, you’re panting and glistening with a sheen of sweat.
“look at that. didn’t even have to play with her,” he says with a smirk, giving your clit a light slap.
Summary: after a bad nightshift you get stuck in your own head, letting it dift you away into that hazy space until you need Jack to reel you back in with a worthy distraction... Based on this lovely anon request <3
Warnings: mentions of a bad ER shift and the negative impact on mental health, some subspace/subdrop vibes, softdom/Olderboyfriend!Jack, car shenanigans, praise, over the panties rubbing, clothed play, clit stimulation, vaginal fingering whilst driving, Jack talking you through (bc ofc he does?!) kinda open ended cause i wouldn't mind picking up from this at some point.
Masterlist
It'd been one of those shifts.
You know the kind that starts in a mood far too good to be working a 12-hour shift and ends with the lingering question of why you'd chosen to take the path into medicine at all.
The same kind that goes from good to bad in a blink, that goes from stable to crash carts, and condolences that are never enough.
Those 12 hours felt like a test of will, of strength, of your shreds of remaining sanity. You can’t stop thinking about it all; those saved and those... Those not.
It weighs heavy in your head but presents heavier in the slump of your shoulders beneath a backpack strap.
The early sun is already golden as you finally make it out to meet Jack at his car again, leaving a night you'd rather forget behind. All you want now is to be home, to curl up with the man who understands it all on such an experienced level—highs and lows—and sleep.
"There she is," he calls whilst you cross the lot, his beam almost as bright as the sun's rise, eyes crinkled, and jaw peppered with white stubble. He still has some energy left in him by his voice, how though you have little clue. At least there's no way break room cold coffee is the answer.
You pull on a smile of your own, though, one like you didn't already spend your night working beside him or catch up with him half an hour ago about having to finish up some charting before you could leave.
"Sorry about that," you apologize anyway, to a shake of his head.
"Told you already, s'fine it happens—hop in." Those thick, freckled biceps ripple as he takes your bag and places it inside the backseat along with his own.
The engine is a rumble you're almost thankful to be able to hear when he pulls away, a distraction from replaying beeping machines and commands during procedures. It pairs perfectly with Jack's humming and the tap of his fingers on the leather wheel along to some song playing quietly on breakfast radio.
You're too busy zoned out on it all to notice Jack's curiosity, though, or to catch the crease in his brows or the bite of his jaw. He can see you in his periphery, fingers clenched tight into scrub bottoms you couldn't be bothered to change from, that slightly misty look in your eye as you watch the world go by through the window.
He's seen this before with you and knows the drop of a bad shift too well—what your mind needs to ponder and what to be distracted from.
Jack clears his throat, a quiet attempt at getting your attention before he asks. "Doing okay there, sweetheart?"
You meet his eyes in the rearview mirror, clearing the lump out of your own throat. A sound thoroughly unconvincing, your reply bordering closer to a question than an answer.
"Oh, Yeah m'fine?"
"Uh huh.." Jack hums, attention half on the road, half on that telltale knotting of your fingers in your lap. "Been staring out that window for a lil while now; I wanted to check in."
"Just.. Tired."
He sighs, nodding, offering you a sympathetic smile. "I know honey, was a long one, not so far now." he lets that sit for a moment, lets his eyes track the squish together of fabric squeezed thighs and fingers picking until theres loose thread.
"In the meantime.. S'there somethin you're wantin? Keep on fidgeting over there"
You swallow, shrug, chew at your lip slightly, before offering. "I.. I dont know"
Its a lie, a bad one really, but it fits the state you're in- when being verbal makes your mouth feel like its stuffed with cotton. When your thoughts jumble and make it hard to untangle the things you need from those you dont.
But Jack knows. He always knows, when you need things that you cant always say just yet. "Thats alright" he says softly, one hand leaving the wheel to reach over the cener console, before letting it rest limp in your lap. His lips curve into a smile that both reassures and confirms. "Aint gotta know. Tell you what, you can have my hand to hold the rest of the way; how's that sound?"
You nod, letting yourself drift again, this time allowing your nails to trace the worn lines and plush curves of his palm.
You admire how thick his fingers are, marvel at the way you know exactly how fucking perfect they feel stretching you open.
"Jack.." you breathe, thighs pushed tight beneath where you hold his hand.
He hums, focused on the road.
"Please.. Need to- to not think. Now."
Jack doesn't say a word, just waits for your fingers loosen around his, for your thighs to part in the car seat. Then he touches you, fingertips apply the barest pressure over the crotch of both scrub bottom and underwear.
The friction is.. Nice, But just that. Not good, not direct and, most of all, its not at all enough.
And asif on cue, Jacks voice breaks the quiet. Asking a question he knows is almost mocking.
"Hows that angel, better?"
You cant speak, cant even begin to have your mouth form the words, but a mewl does slip free- wanton and needy. It makes Jack's lips quirk up into a smirk, the maddeningly slow pace he rubs you at never faultering.
"aint enough is it?" he coos, glacing your way. "my poor girl, Huffin n' puffin in that seat. We're almost home, can have whatever you want then i promise"
The speed you head shakes almost makes him worry about whiplash, a pitiful sound filling the car. You squirm beneath the seatbelt, wiggle your hips against his still moving hand, anything to keep it going.
"C-cant.." you struggle. "Please Jack, need it now.
"We'll be home in few more mi-" hes cut off via the soynd of fabric tearing, of seams giving in from the pressure of both fingers curled into them tight and legs trying to shuffle wider in an awkward space. The rip leaving behind frayed edges and a gaping hole that reveals the wetly stained patch of your arousal in your panties.
You're nothing but wide eyed and illuminated by the morning sun in that moment, squirmy and needy, wanting nothing more than to get out of your head.
And Jack? Still with one hand gripped on the leather wheel, driving steady down intersections and bustling blocks, finally gives in.
"Oh honey.." His coo is pittying as he meets your eyes in the mirror, fingers already moving on your thigh toward the rip. "Alright shh, let's make some space." He taps your furthest hand with his fingertips. "pull those panties over f' me, open up a little wider, thats it good girl."
If you thought the contact of the air inside the car on your bared pussy was bliss, the slow trace of Jack's middle and ring finger up your sticky slit is sublime. He teases them up and down, traces the lips of your pussy, gathering your arousal until his fingers slide with little resistance. That first circle to your clit making your hips jolt up, a quiet gasp ripping from the depths of your chest.
Its good- so fucking good- that the hand not holding your panties digs into his forearm, keeping him there; controlling the stimulation you revel in. It's like the radio melts away, like the sun bothering your eyes and the streets passing by no longer exists, every flick and pinch toward your puffy little nub further dousing the fire in your gut in excess gasoline.
"Thats it" Jack drawls, suppressing a growl in his throat. "guide my fingers angel, take what you want."
And boy do you.
With a broken moan and a lilt of your hips, you guide a thick finger into your fluttering hole. You take it greedily, jaw falling open at the strech of his middle inside you, before guiding in a second to join in. Leather seats squeak quietly as you rock your hips, chasing the perfect drag of his tips against your walls, curling dangerously close to the spot that always has you shattering.
Those squeaks of the seat are drowned out however, quite literally, what with the debauched squelch and drip of your pussy. Your gasped moans and soft whines dont help, every sound in the car hardening Jack's cock in his pants to something solid.
"She's so wet, you hear that? Specially When i curl em righhhht there," he marvels in a coo, thumb adjusting to bump against your clit with every motion. "my thumb on that puffy clit, rubbin all those thoughts away. s' been hard tonight, i know baby. Doin so good"
Your lips form the shape of his name, the sound breaking in your throat as your nails only dig deeper into his freckled forearm. Every drag against your walls feeling better than the last, every sensation to your puffy clit growing almost overwhelming.
"J-jack" you mewl, hips jolting in the seat as you slide down slightly, head thrown back in that space between door and headrest. "O-oh god- m' close"
"Yeah?" he responds, pleased. The engine rumbling back to life after another red light, driving like he hasnt got his fingers knuckles deep inside your poor soggen pussy. "Gonna cum like this before we get back home? Be my best girl?"
You hum, the deep curl of his fingers drawing you ever closer, winding that band in your belly tighter.
"That's it, i know" Jacks thumb presses against your clit with the slightest increase in pressure, your hips jolting in the seat. "Just let it happen, dont chase it.."
You dont, or at least, you try. Your whole body is trembling, toes curling tight in your sneakers, nails close to maiming his forearm. The rhythm consistent, steady, perfect in every possible way.
Jack coaxes you anyway, like he always does, keeping you grouded with the husk of his tired voice. "Just ride it out, deep breaths, can feel it comin. drenchin my hand and my car seat, s' gonna be a big one huh?"
You struggle to reply, heaving out a broken moan "U-uh huh"
"Do it," he nods, eyes locking on your hazed, lust blown ones in the mirror, a growl ripping from him as he feels the telltale ripple of your pussy clenching around his curling, dragging digits. "Yeaaah, there we go, cum for me angel, make me proud."
The orgasm hits you in the chest first truth be told, It steals the very breath from your lungs, taking with it the noise you'd intended to let free. Your ears ring, vision a haze of white behind tightly cleched eyelids.
You cum violently, with a stuttering chest, writhing hips, and stomach muscles contracting wildly under your top. Arousal squelches lewdly down his hand, soaking the seat beneath you and whats left of your scrub bottoms, debauched and filthy. Your pussy pulses intensely even as he slows, as if trying to milk out any further bliss jack could bring her.
In fact, he doesn't let up until the last shocks overtake you and the bliss begins to burn. When your body no longer writhes and your moans turn to soft whimpers of overwhelm. Every motion turns gentle then, the draw out of his thoroughly soaked digits, the lift of his thick thumb from your puffy clit.
You let go of his arm with still closed eyes, body slumping into the seat exhausted and stated.
You dont catch him drag his tongue over those fingers, nor register the car's lack of movement, but what you do see when those eyes finally pop open? A smile as proud and adoring as it could possibly be.
And the solid tent of Jacks own arousal
"That feel a little better sweetheart?" he asks softly, reaching over to unclip your seatbelt. When you hum, he lets out a breathy laugh, rounding the car to meet you at the passenger side. "Yeah, i thought so silly girl.. Now, Lets get you all cleaned up and into bed hm?"
Writing this lowkey got me thinking about this here link i saw recently🤭🙂↕️ (fingering)
But Thank you so much for requesting and reading i hope you all enjoyed <33
being married to jack means sleeping on your tummy with one thigh hitched over his waist when he sleeps on his back. his broad hand & chubby wrist holding onto your warm skin, fingers curled around your thigh. you’re basically sleeping on top of him as he wiggles a little closer, lifting your leg up further so he can press his morning hard-on against the soft swell of your cunt.
one hand spreading your cheeks so he can wedge himself into you, while his foot plants flat on the mattress. a low, sleepy, raspy groan “fuuck.” oozing out of him as he settles himself inside.
when you stir, pushing your leg further into his tummy to keep him close, he’s instantly going for the kiss. hips bucking up in circles as he lazily laps at your tongue, “good morning, baby. kiss?”
slooooooooowwww makeout and fucking at 8am on his off-day </3
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