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Trope: Professor AU x Introverted Student [age gap, reader is in early 20's]
Characters: Jack Abbot, Black Reader
Content: College courses, age gaps, smut mentions, forced proximity, foul language, suggestive themes, forbidden romance, mentions of a prosthetic, The Tragedy of Romeo and Juliet hater [ love-hate relationship with that piece of work] masturbation, wet dreams, [daydreams?} Abbot is an asshole as a professor, and I will not explain further.
Head-cannons: 1/?
🪶 Against your family and friends' better judgement of attending the family HBCU as the chosen school, you decided to attend a prestigious Ivy League University on a full ride scholarship. It was farther from home, but the academic program and professors were some of the best in the country, and you would be a fool to turn down a full ride and be debt free just for the experience of being around people who looked like you.
🪶 You were a double major, needing a reason to keep yourself busy every day aside from your work study job that barely kept food in your fridge, but between your family sending money when they could, and the university meal plans, you seemed to manage just fine.
🪶 English Literature and Creative Writing had been your second major and minor of choice, replacing the gaps in free time you had when your other major didn’t have classes offered for that semester, or had become online course where you worked at your own pace. You love literature, reading, writing, and coming up with your own analysis, thesis, essays, but it was also known that it wasn’t sustainable for life after college, but you didn’t care.
🪶 Nearly done with your Eng Lit courses, there was still one more class you had to take, and you were nearly dreading it as it was only offered by one professor and only at nights during the spring. Literary Theory taught by Professor Abbot.
🪶Professor Jack Abbot, war veteran, blood donor, a jack of all trades, is one of the University’s most esteemed and well sought out Professors, no matter the course taught. He was well versed in Philosophy, Anthropology, Sociology, Psychology, but his personal favorite had been English Literature.
🪶Professor Abbot teaches the courses depended on the mood he’s in, and whether or not he felt like making some poor, over-worked, stressed out golden-child crack under pressure. He’s made a few drop the class, switch majors, transfer schools and not his proudest moment but a few did drop out of school entirely to go take a gap year in their parent’s basement for twenty years. This year he’s chosen a Spring semester course, Literary Theory. The exact one you needed to take to finish out part of your transcript.
🪶 No one rushes to sign up for the course, and by the time the first day of night classes start, only ten students signed up for course, against the mixed reviews the Rate My Professor App gave him. It was funny to see the surprise on his face as the comically large classroom he reserved was fairly empty. By the second day of classes, a much smaller classroom was reserved, and it left you more exposed to his now intense gaze.
🪶 Night Classes were a lot more intimate, you sat in the front row by the windows, to have a plug for your computer and phone, but to also have something to lean against while you watched him go over the syllabus and course materials. It was dangerous the way he showed up on the first day, nearly giving you and the three other girls in the room a heart attack as he walked up to the podium with a sort of swagger in his step that left you wondering if it was bigger than it seemed.
🪶Professor Abbot shows up in a pair of wide-legged tailored slacks and a button down with the sleeves rolled up half-way, bag perched on his shoulder, and a coffee mug in his hand. You focused on the way the veins circled around his arm, flexing beneath the constraints of his shirt. How the skin that was visible was covered in dark freckles, browns of his eyes scanning the room like he was looking for his prey to hunt. He moved with purpose, speaking in that raspy, gravelly, bedroom tone that shifts your attraction to something you knew you couldn’t pursue, but had started to dream about.
🪶Aside from the growing attraction to your insanely hot professor, you enjoyed the class as every did the readings, and discussion boards on Canvas on time, his curriculum has been well planned thoroughly to account for the course material and other resources were also easily accessible. Him being attractive was still an added bonus.
🪶 Professor Abbot who decides to dress down in casual, athleisure and sometimes loungewear after the second week of classes. Nights on campus were dead with students and professors going home for the night. There was no need to impress or put on a professional facade. He could go straight home and not worry about changing, but he also knew it would drive the girls crazy, especially you. It worked, as one night he showed up in a black t-shirt that was a little too tight, and grey sweatpants she could’ve swore she saw a print. It left little to the imagination and yours liked to run wild. Like wanting to run your fingers through the salt and pepper curls as he descended down her frame in between her legs.
🪶You had been so into your own daydreams about this man who was twice your age that you didn’t notice the signs of him secretly-not-so-secretly watching you to. His own attraction building as you showed up to class everyday eager to learn but also looking at him like you want to jump his bones. He was flattered, but it was forbidden on the account of two reasons:
He was a University Professor. Student, teacher relations were strictly prohibited because of the power imbalance it would cause.
He was twice your age with a residual limb and a prosthetic leg. He came with his own baggage.
🪶 He relished in the way you looked at him, how intense your gaze was upon him as he lectured the class on why Romeo and Juliet wasn’t really a love story people should romanticize, that people only take the good parts to fit the narrative that they want to see. He enjoyed hearing your in-depth input on how two people who kill themselves for each other is more of a tragedy than it is romantic. Despite the open discussion he found himself wanting to hear more of your interpretations.
🪶Off that one open discussion, Professor Abbot presents the class with more material, more quizzes, tests and longer literary analysis papers, forcing him to finally open office hours after dark. A decision he was sure he was probably going to regret.
🪶Office Hours! After Dark. The only thing that seems to help on the nights his insomnia is bad and going to volunteer his time at a nearby blood bank, homeless shelter, or free clinic doesn’t help. Instead, sitting in his office thinking about you seems to be the only thing that works.
🪶Professor Abbot, against, his better judgment and ADA accommodations to be on the first floor, has the only usable office on the third floor of the fine arts building. It was pretty much vacant except for his office that was at the end of the hallway. It came equipped with its own private entrance, elevator and bathroom. It did wonders for the days he wanted to get away from the other professors.
🪶Professor Abbot has an open-door policy that no one uses for the first two weeks since starting them, leaving him to stew in his thoughts of how attentive you looked during his class. He obsesses over the intensity of your eyes when you focus on his lectures. How your bottom lip pulled between your teeth in concentration during active readings, the way you seemed to hide behind whatever hoodie you worried about that day when he let his stare linger a little too long over you. The sweetness of your voice traveling to his lower half, forcing him to stand behind the podium for the rest of class. He just doesn't know, the way he slips his glasses on and flips through his book has you crossing your legs for friction, imagining the two of you were back at your dorm and he was fucking you through your twin sized mattress while wearing nothing but the thick black frames.
🪶 Professor Abbot watches you leave the room after everyone else, fighting that urge to call you over to discuss a failing grade on a recent quiz he knows you don't have just to get a whiff of your signature scent, to brush his fingers over yours as he passes the papers to you, to ingrain the imperfection of your features of your face into his memory for later.
🪶Professor Abbot who thinks no one is coming to his office hours after 8, lets his mind wander to the thought of you on your knees before him right here in his office, hands folded in your lap like a good girl while he fisted his hardened cock. Abbot would imagine the scene of you finally wrapping those pretty full lips around him, swallowing him whole until you choked and gagged on it, mouth creating its own slick and spit to coat him down to the base and dripping over the heavy sacs you would finally massage with your hands.
🪶His hand moves faster at the fantasy, head thrown back against his chair in satisfaction as he let out a low string of fucks mixed with whispers of your name entangled with him finally getting to chase that release, he’s been looking for since the moment you stepped foot in his classroom. Little did he know it wasn’t going to be enough, or that fact that you were just outside his barely cracked office door, mouth parted in both shock and arousal.
Trope: Combat Medic & ER Physician x Assistant Childcare Director
Characters: Jack Abbot (The Pitt) x Fae Kairie "Autistic Black reader"
Content: Shift Changes, Running Errands, Day in, Canceled Reservations. use of multiple pet names. mentions of death, child neglect. overuse of a prosthetic, despite Fae's protests. jokes
warnings: PURE SEX
Drabbles 2/?: Man I Need x Levii Jeans
Word Count: 6.9k
Part One
Note: I know this was supposed to be a black reader insert, but she has a name, as I'm not much of a reader insert writer, however, I will try my best to not describe character's features too much, so it still feels like a reader insert.
This has become longer than usual and was meant to be a drabble, but it is now a continuation of the first part. don't mind my terrible smut. I don't write it often enough.
Jack’s townhouse was exactly how you expected it to be. It sat ten minutes off the back gate of a military base and fifteen minutes from The Pitt. It was surrounded by lush greenery, an array of in season flowers the elderly couple next door would plant, random toys and bikes on the sidewalk, and the occasional stray animal lurking near the trash cans. The cul-de-sac filled with other townhouses were occupied with retiring veterans, first time families and sometimes the random work from home college students. Jack, being a decorated war veteran, active combat medic and now attending Physician, had been one of the first picks to get the funded housing. A plus side in gaining his pension, retirement and other VA benefits since his ‘first retirement’.
The neighborhood was cozy, quiet, gated and the go to for his fiancé Fae, even though she lived on base. It was Unconventional. He knows. Still, Jack wasn't surprised to see her black Kia GT parked in his spot instead of hers in the driveway. The right side was free, but there was an ant bed she always stepped in when she got out. The tree separating them from the neighbor's driveway had spiders. She wasn't a fan of spiders. His spot was closer to the door, and the neighbors could easily look out the window to see into her non-tinted windows if she parked on the street or run the risk of one of the kids hitting it with a basketball.
Jack shuts the door to his truck, slinging his bag over his shoulders. His crutches in one hand, he tapped the hood of his truck with a sigh. “I know buddy, her little car is precious.” He looks around the exterior of the home and down the sides of the paved driveway. His face frowned in displeasure at the sight of the donut on her car and wondered why she hadn't called him. He treks his way up to the side of the house where the mudroom would be. Jack steps through the threshold, already seeing her dirty white Nikes on the shoe rack and keys hanging up in her spot. The large purple tote bag he gifted her for her birthday is sitting on the entryway table. Either she just got home or she didn't want to bring work further into the space.
But I can't tell with you sometimes
So, baby, let's get on the same page
Stop making me read between the lines
He could hear the vintage Crosley record player in the background. A birthday gift for him that she used the most of. The vinyl playing wasn't his usual choice, but it had a vibe to it that he liked. Jack found himself humming the lyrics as he unwinded from his long shift. The stresses of the day shift long forgotten.
“Jack, are you home?” Her voice was soft, sweet. A hint of stress laced beneath it, even if she tried to hide it. It cracked and was sometimes pitchy without her knowing. She had a rough week. He opens the door to the kitchen before sitting down to remove his prosthetic leg for the one he uses around the house. From the corner of his eye, he could see her walking around the kitchen, freshly showered and dressed in his clothes.
“Fae.”
She stops in the threshold connecting the kitchen to the mudroom. Hands on the frame as she grins. “I'm sorry I took your spot again.” Fae refers to where she parked.
Jack shakes his head. “Gotta clear the ant bed, and spider webs over there anyway.” He moves his prosthetic to the large basin to be cleaned later, standing to meet her at the door with a kiss to her nose. Her arms come down to his shoulders, studying the way his face smiled at her.
“They were pretty big the other day.”
Jacks holds her close with one arm, using the other to balance and walk them backwards into the kitchen. The sun warmed their skin through the bay window, just enough so she could see the dark freckles on his cheeks.
“You're home early.” Jack looks at the grandfather clock behind her. Time reading half past eight. It was still breakfast time, and some were still on their way to work.
“The center got closed down for a few days for repairs, some of the staff decided to babysit from their homes while parents are at work.” Fae shrugs. “I was headed to do the same until I caught a flat.”
Jack nods, realizing he may have still been at work stuck in trauma when it happened. He was grateful she was close enough to his home to where she wasn't stranded. “I'll take it to the dealership tomorrow.”
“You have to work. Tonight.” Fae tilts her head at him.
“Not since they made me the day shift attending, starting Monday.” Jack rubs her back in circles. “Weekend off before doubles on Monday and Tuesday.”
With Dr. Robby's start of a three-month Sabbatical, and Dr Al-Hashimi’s first day, the board had no fate in The Pitt remaining open unless Jack took over day shift. The residents seemed more at ease when he was there. Patient wait times lessened, and satisfaction scores…well they still needed work. Still, it was an offer he couldn't turn down. Not when he had the chance to possibly be at home more with her during the night.
“What about your job on base?”
Jack moves until she sits on one of the bar stools. “I'm strictly on mission essential, a new soldier made rank today and is a former peds surgeon.” He pressed himself between her legs, pressing his forehead against hers. “So hopefully we don't get a natural disaster.”
Fae looks at him with a sigh that turns into a soft giggle as he kisses along her neck. He wanted her back home. Fae knew the way they were doing things was unconventional, and in the least bit traditional. Despite being engaged, she kept her housing on base. It gave her a sense of security on days she felt too overwhelmed to drive home from work, she could walk a half a mile from her job to home. Jack would come some nights too, having just finished a training drill or returning from a field mission with his team.
“For how long?” Rewards didn’t come without risks. She didn’t like the change in routine if it wasn't going to be consistent. She wanted to truly enjoy her time with him before he was away called again.
“I don’t know.” Jack is honest. He didn’t know how long he would have this much free time. He knew for sure he wanted to see Fae like this every morning. In his clothes, waiting for him to come home from work. The scent of her lingered in the sheets, reminders of her next to his stuff.
“But I do know I’ve picked a date.”
“For what?”
“Our wedding.”
A cocky grin spreads across his features. “Yeah?” He presses his head against hers softly. “What day?”
Fae brushes her nose along his own. The corner of her mouth pulling up into a soft giggle. “December 29th.”
“My birthday huh?” Jack keens, pressing a kiss to her mouth. “Why that day.”
Fae smooths her hand down his chest to gripping the sides of his scrub shirt to pull over his head. “You asked me to be your girlfriend and proposed on my birthday.”
“Yeah, cause those days were never about you,” Jack replied, allowing her to go through the motions of his midday routine herself. Fae’s childhood had been pretty rough growing up, and celebrating birthdays wasn't a priority when it came to jumping from home to home. “You deserve to be the center of attention for once.”
“And so do you,” Fae pressed a kiss to his chest after removing his shirt. An action that took Jack by surprise but still had him grinning. “Plus, a winter themed winter fairytale wedding doesn’t sound too bad.”
“Whatever you want ladybug.” Jack watches her fingers tug at the drawstrings of his scrub bottoms, fingers grazing lightly against the skin on his stomach. “You moving back in full time is all the attention I want right now.” He pulled her head up with his fingers on his chin. Leaning down, he kissed her slowly, pulling her lip between his own to cut down. Fae’s mouth parted, eyes closing as she let him explore her mouth with his warm tongue. Jack’s pants fell to the floor, leaving him in just his briefs. She felt the hard bulge strain against his briefs and pressed against her thigh.
“I need essentials.” Fae tells him, doing her best to avoid the growing need between her legs. “And Axel.
“We can do all of that tomorrow,” Jack hooks an arm around her back, and the other to grip her thigh. “Tonight, I wanna cook dinner for my fiancé.”
Fae is pleased. With the rare off day on a Friday, she preferred to spend it at home with her Jack, cuddled up on the back porch with Axel, while Jack pulled out the grill and cleaned. To enjoy the stillness of their home. No patients, children, or nagging staff. Just them two
“Steak and potatoes?” Fae suggested, hooking her legs around his back as he picked her up.
“Anything you want.” Jack takes them up the stairs towards their room. She was going to protest about him putting more pressure on his prosthetic just to carry her around. Fae had his house crutches placed next to the mudroom door for easy access, and he ignored them at the sight of her. “
“You need to use your crutches." The tense of his shoulders beneath her hands gives away the slight discomfort. “I put them by the door for a reason.”
“I’m fine,” he grunts.
“You’re not.” The cool air of the room hit his skin with a soft his, chilling his already warm hot body. Coffee and leather wafted through his senses. The curtains pulled, blocking out the glare of the sun to darken the room. Muscle memory moved him towards the bed to place her on it. She looked up from her splayed position. “You have to give your leg a break Jack.”
He sits on the edge of the bed to pull off the prosthetic. The suction slipping from around the slight swelling of his residual limb. His surrounding skin is tinted red from the pressure he’s put on it all night. He’s silent as she rolls over to press against his back.
“Creme Brulé for dessert.”
Jack nods in agreement. “Now we’re talking,” He pushes himself up off the bed, grabbing the bed post to help stabilize himself. It wouldn’t be his recommendation, but he always kept his old forearm crutches near his bed, though he did notice they were in their usual spot, instead it was a rolling scooter. “Are you mockin’ me?” He looks over his shoulder at her, a twitch in the corner of his mouth almost forming a smile.
“There’s ibuprofen on the counter, and towels in the warmer.” Fae smiles and rolls back to the center of the bed, phone in hand as she looks at him slowly sitting on it, the discomfort relieving for the moment. “Don’t want my muffin man to slip and fall.”
“Shrek is banned from this household.” Jack shakes his head and rolls into the bathroom with his own smile of amusement.
“You’re still using it.”
“To please you.” He shouts from the bathroom. “My crutches were fine.”
“You don’t have to suffer for my comfort; you worked two doubles and a holiday. Fae climbed out the bed to pull out a pair of grey sweatpants she made custom for him and some boxers. “The strap was ripping, the rubber on the bottom off, screws loose,” She brings them into the bathroom where he’s sitting in the shower with the hot water going, the steam fogging up the glass. “Should I go on?”
“I appreciate the gesture mama,” Jack says softly, watching her silhouette move through the bathroom as he showered. “Just…” He sighs. “You don’t have to replace my things. The VA handles all that for me.”
“I know.” Fae shrugs like he could see her. “That’s where I got it from.”
Jack shuts off the shower, moving to get out. “What.” The steam floats out as the glass door pushes open. Fae sitting on the counter swinging her legs. “You did what?”
“I had put in a request for new equipment for you.” Fae passes him the towel once he sits on the closed toilet. “It was on your to-do-list the last time I was here, so I called your OT and PT, and they put one in for you.” She grabs a few lotions and creams she did have here and waits. “It just got here today.”
Jack wasn’t used to people doing things for him. He wasn’t sure if it felt invasive, or grateful that someone put him first for once. The gesture was small, but not having to use his prosthetic or crutches just to go to the bathroom felt nice, quicker, and something he knew would come in handy when he was back on night shifts. “Thank you, sweetheart.”
He tosses the towel to the dirty hamper, causing her to hop down in front of him. She would lotion his residual limb for him despite his protests and silence him with quick kisses. Jack dressed himself and slid onto the waiting scooter by the sink. Before Fae could walk ahead of him, he pulled her down on his lap by the arm. Fae giggled and braced herself to adjust comfortably. “Jack!”
Jack’s smile curls into a teasing smirk. “Oh, don’t wanna hitch a ride from your senior citizen?”
“Not the ride I was thinking of.” Fae hums. “Should I get you a basket and a little American flag to attach to it?”
Their bodies shake from the deep laugh he lets out. “OH, you need a nap.” Jack rolls them towards his side of the bed. “That sounds like sleepy talk.” It wasn’t without fail that she loved nap time with him. She enjoyed the feel of him crushing her beneath his military trained frame. Large biceps curling around her hips to pull her closer. Her legs tangled between his own under the sheets. Fae got in first, instantly making room for him. Jack pushes himself up next to her, instantly grabbing her by the waist to pull her closer.
“I got jokes.” She grins. “The kids can crochet you a seat cushion, they need a new project.”
“Yeah, you’re tired.” Jack runs a hand down her face playfully until she giggled and slapped it away. He tugs her closer with a kiss to her head. "Now sleep.”
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Their nap was short, neither one of them really needed it, just wanting to enjoy the moment of laying together. The sun had begun to set once Jack started cooking their dinner. Fae switched out the Olivia Dean Vinyl for a different selection. Jack wasn’t too much of a fan until he met Fae. He still appreciated good music. Their night routine was an adjustment. Rarely did Jack get to see Fae like this. Unwinding, unmasking, herself around him. He knew her diagnosis. It was a first for him. Autism never presented itself in the form of a black woman. The signs were different. She was different. She was vocal about her likes and dislikes. That’s when she didn’t shut down from stress and overstimulation of work. Their first date was an old typewriter museum where she yapped about the different brands of typewriters. Jack thought he was a yapper. He still pursued her in favor of the change of pace. He wasn’t upset to find out she wasn’t a physical touch person. It was rewarding to him to see her finally get comfortable in his presence when they started dating. A year in, they finally held hands and hugged from the front. He was patient with their first kiss. Testing the waters with gentle brushes of his lips on her cheek, then the corners of her mouth until one night at his place her lips met his while watching a movie. He let her set the pace since, every so often going a step further until their first night of true intimacy on their two-year anniversary when he proposed.
You call me pretty little thing
And I love to turn him on
Boy, I'll let you be my Levi's jeans
“Which one is this baby?” Jack calls from the kitchen as he washed his hands before pulling the steaks out of the fridge to prep, the cast iron grill sitting on the top of the gas stove warming up.
“Cowboy Carter,” Fae joins him in the kitchen, sitting across from him at the island. Already in her spot, there was a cutting board, a kitchen knife, a steel bowl and giant russet potatoes. She set to work on peeling and cutting the large potatoes. It could be described as unhealthy, her obsession with Beyonce. Fae considered it appreciation. The musician had a song for every occasion. Fae even had a curated playlist for her wedding, and her walking down the aisle song. Jack had no protests. He was just footing the bill. “Levi Jeans”
So you can hug that ass all day long
Come here, you sexy little thing
Snap a picture, bring it on
“I like this one.” Jack nods. He flips the meat over to season the other side. Just salt, pepper, and a little steak season on hers. Once done he washed his hands, wrapped the steaks in saran wrap and put them back in the fridge. He joined Fae on the other side to peel the rest of the potatoes. “How’s work?”
Fae frowned but expected it. Jack wouldn’t let her end the week without talking about anything that stressed her out, left her frustrated, or to just clear her mind. Being an Assistant Director of a School Age Center came with its challenges. She was constantly pulled into meetings with higher ups, parents, and staff. Paperwork was never-ending. Soldiers were dropping their kids off as soon as they opened and sometimes not picking up until well after closing hours. Inspections were coming up, summer camp started Monday, and the lack of funding for field trips would have them stuck at the center more than they should be. Still, she managed to handle it all. What bothered her the most was the consistency in which one child was constantly left at her center after hours.
“There’s this kid.” Fae starts, dropping another potato in the bowl. “Sweetest little girl ever, but I can’t help but wonder if her parents truly care that she’s there from opening to closing every day, and with summer camp starting, that’s a long time for a kid.”
“How old,” he asked. Jack knew all too well what it was like to be a military kid, with constantly working parents. It was a never-ending cycle of moving, finding new after programs to go to, making new friends, new schedules. It takes a toll on a child. “Are parents active?”
“Ten, and single dad.” Fae puts down the knife. “He is mission essential, so his schedule is always changing. He just came back from a TDY in Fort Worth.” She frowns. “I’ve offered several resources, and even recommendations for nannies, but he’s turned down every single one.”
“Fae.”
“She’s wearing the same clothes every day, her hair half done some days like he can’t be bothered.” Fae rants. “Asked about a mom, and it turns out, they're in a nasty custody battle. She can’t even see her mom, cause her mom’s an addict.”
“Listen to me when I say this.” Jack stops and turns to rest his hand on the back of her chair, and the other on her leg to ground her, bringing her attention back to him. His hand smooths across her thigh. “You’re doing everything you can for that little girl. The effort isn’t going unnoticed.”
Fae tilts her head with her lip pulled between her teeth to try and fight the tears. “But-”
“No. No buts.” His voice was stern, almost as if he was scolding her for stealing candy. “He has the resources, knows there’s people to help, the best you can do is be there for her while she’s under your care for as long as she’s under your care.” Jack tilts his head down, hand coming up to wipe away the tears. “You have an amazing heart baby, but with that you have to know when to step back before it consumes you.” He presses a kiss to her forehead. “Promise me you won’t get too invested.”
Fae is conflicted but nods. “I promise.”
“Good girl.” He presses another kiss to her cheek. “Now how about we finish dinner, and we can put a movie on.”
Fae nods, and the two finish cooking dinner.
“Life in the military is never easy, pretty girl.” Jack tells her. “As hard as it is for you to see, it may be hard for him to deal with.”
“I just want to help.”
“You can’t help everybody.”
“I can say the same for you.” Fae bites. “You couldn't save the Veteran, but now you try to save every soldier that you come across in the field or trauma bay.”
“I forget you and Ellis are sisters.” Jack chuckles “There's always hope that I can save at least one person.”
“Shouldn't I have hope that I can help a child.” Fae looks at him.
“Not when that hope has you crying and stressing about it.” He tells her. “She’s not your kid, and you did more than what the law requires you to, unless you report him."
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Fae still had her days of not wanting physical touch, of needing her space, but he could tell tonight wasn't one of those nights. The way she curled up against his side once he got comfortable in the corner of the couch after washing dishes from dinner. Her hand soft and gentle on his amputated leg, knuckles kneading into the tension knots that bothered
him the past week. Her head found home on his chest as the chosen movie flickered across the tv.
“What movie is this?” Jack asks, hand smoothing down her back and curve of her ass to rest on her thigh.
“365 Days, or something.” Fae doesn’t look at him, snuggling closer until her head is on his chest. “Tiana said it was good.”
Jack nods, rubbing lazy circles in her skin. “I'm taking your car early; I'll need you to drive my truck so I can have a ride back.”
“It's just a flat tire.”
“Rotation & Balance, oil change, brake check, your car was last serviced two years ago baby.” Jack reminds her. “I would do it myself, but I want to make a Lowe's run as well.”
Fae looks up at him and squints. “What are you doing?”
Jack shrugs with a smile and kisses her nose. “A couple of projects to work on, don't worry that pretty little head of yours.”
“I wanna go to the bookstore then.” Fae sits up. “There's this set of books I want, oh and Dutch bros to try the new chai tea flavor! Maybe craft store to get some stuff and-”
He silenced her with a few kisses, endeared by her sudden eagerness to run a few errands with him. “Save the excitement for tomorrow, little one.” He nosed along her cheek and neck with a hum. He oftentimes forgot how young she was, how much she loved the act of quality time, and retail therapy. It wasn't all the time, but it was enough that she could spend her entire paycheck in a day. “We can do whatever you want.”
“Okay, don't say anything when we end up in the thrift store.”
That's if they make it to that. He pats her thigh, glancing over to look out the window. There were a few kids playing in the cul-de-sac. Neighbors were hanging out on their front porches. It was the perfect night to introduce Fae to them, but she seemed to have other plans as the sounds of sucking from the TV pulled his attention back. The scene wasn't as erotic as he hoped, but it was enough to send the blood rushing to the growing arousal in his shorts.
The actress, brown skinned, completely bare except for the lace black underwear, was forced on her knees between a man. The actor's hand on her guided her into obscene motions and the sounds were lewd. Jack would glance at Fae who shifted. She's admitted to never sucking dick before, it was an act she knew happens during sex, but not something she was entirely comfortable with doing. The experience of sex was still pretty new to her, and he wasn't going to push her to do something she wasn't ready to do. He was okay with never having his dick sucked, as long as he had her sitting on it every night. Jack could still imagine the scene of her on her knees in front of him and her pretty pink lips wrapped around him.
Fae wasn't dumb. She knew Jack had needs; he was far more experienced than she was. She could feel it, see it in the way his pants tightened. It wasn't that she didn't like sex, or oral for that matter. Sometimes she had the ick and others she just had to be in the mood for it. Fae was learning, and this was something she wanted to learn just for him.
“I want to try that.” Fae comments. she doesn't pull her attention from the screen, just shifts until she's comfortable.
A questioning look spread across his face. “What is that?”
“Sucking dick?”
Jack coughs a bit in his hand at her easy admission. If he had his prosthetic on, he would be standing up quicker than she said it. “You've never done it before.” He brings a hand up to rub her head, finally looking down at her. Fae’s expression was tight, lips pursed as her eyes flickered between the scenes. Her hands clenched against his thighs, almost as if she was too nervous to ask. “We’re not doing anything you aren't comfortable with yet, princess.”
Fae looks up at him with her; hands folded in her lap. His eyes turned downward as he leaned forward, expecting an answer. “I want to Jack.”
His lips twitched with a smile, a hand on her exposed thigh with a gentle squeeze. She watches as he spreads his legs, grabbing two of the black couch pillows to place in between them. His thumb rubbing circles inside her thigh pulls her attention back to his face. Just an inch away from hers with his breath ghosting across her lips.
“On your knees, pretty girl.” He kissed her cheek gently, moving his hand to guide her up to her feet. His large black shirt falling past the cuff of her ass, fitting her like a dress. His other hand squeezes her hips. “Get comfortable.”
She nods and lowers herself between his knees, adjusting her position until her heels dig into her ass. Her hands stay folded in her lap, looking at him with wonder when he presses another kiss to her nose. “Jack.”
“Hm?” He leans back, never taking his eyes off the sight before him. His hands, worn from years of military and medical experience, pushed his sweats down until they pooled at his ankle.
Her head tilts as the bulge presses hard against the black briefs. Curiosity peaked as she reached out but dropped her hand just as quickly. Jack couldn't help but chuckle and grab her hand. “Go ahead, touch it.” He guides it to the base.
“Like this?” Fingers tentative and nimble, they stroke on along the length through the fabric. Jack sucks in a breath with a nod, letting her explore at her own pace, even if it was teasing him. Her touches continued up the length, the pads of her fingers tapping against the cotton material. “
Pull them down.”
She looks up at him and he nods. She grips the waist band of his boxers and slowly pulls them down, his hips lifting to help her until his dick sprang free. It bobbed against his torso, half- hard with an angry, red, leaking tip. “It's big…” she wraps a hand around the base with a tentative tug. Fae has felt him before, it was different seeing it and feeling it in her hands.
“Stroke it,” Jack covers her hand and guides her hand in an up and down motion until she finds a steady rhythm. The slow rise and fall of his chest came from the softness of her hand. “Firm hand, not to…fuck”
She squeezes the head gently as she goes up, swiping her tongue across her lower lip, intrigued if he tasted just as good as his cologne smelled. Without his instruction she leaned forward and licked the tip. He was salty with a little musk that she didn't mind. She continued to lick around the head, sucking as if she would a lollipop. His hand grabs his erection that was now hard and straining underneath her own, his other on the back of her head. “Open that mouth baby, we're gonna take it nice and slow.” Jack knew she was inexperienced, completely okay with just making her his pillow princess. As their relationship progressed physically, she wanted more, to learn more, to do more. He knew there were hidden kinks, but he didn't want to scare her off.
The stretch at the corner of her lips burned but she welcomed it. His large comforting hand guided her head down inch by inch. Her mouth was warm, wet and tight just how he imagined it. Jack's head flew back against the back of the couch, grunting when he heard the familiar gurgling sounds of her gagging around him, spit already pooling at the corners of her mouth. His hand remains on the back of her head, fingers scratching at her scalp. He moves the other from beneath hers to grab under her jaw, thumb smoothing across her cheek. “Look at me.”
Her big brown eyes flick up to his low-hooded ones, and he groans at the sight. His hand smooths palm first down her throat with a light squeeze. “Breath through your nose.”
She inhales through her nose with the walls of her throat opening to allow for her to take more of him, only half as he was a pretty thick nine inches with a slight curve.
“Good girl, use your hand to stroke while you suck.” Jack loved how quick of a learner she was, taking direction with no complaints, pushback, or was it due to her still being so shy around him. He reveled in being in the one to taint that innocent image she liked to portray outside their home. “Find a rhythm.”
Fae slows her motions following each of his directions, until he is groaning beneath her. She keeps her eyes on him, using both hands now to stroke what her mouth couldn't reach. She could feel the rise and fall of his toned stomach, the sharp inhale when she licked the underside of the head. She did it again just to hear it again.
“Little tease,” he croons with another squeeze to her throat. Her slick pooling between her legs at the action. She rubs them together for some sort of friction. “You're getting off on this.”
She muffles around him, shifting on her knees while bobbing her head up and down. Jack leans forward, both hands planted firmly on the back of her head to pull her off with a pop, a string of spit still connected from his lip to her tip. Her face was flushed with tears and saliva coated lips swollen from the stretch. “Yes papa.” She moans when his hand forces her chin up to kiss him.
“Atta girl, I'm almost there,” Jack kisses her again and guides her back to his still hard dick. They moan in unison, both from the pleasure and the act. Emboldened by the sudden confidence and guidance of his hands, her tongue swirls around the shaft with every upward motion. Jack hisses when her cheeks suck in. Fae seen enough videos, to do something, and the woman on the screen had given her ideas. She wanted to take him over the edge. She was a quick learner when she enjoyed doing something. She could add sucking Jack’s dick to that list.
“gonna fuck that pretty little face of yours if you don't stop.” He grunts while looking down at her with admiration and lust.
“Mgjdodo ikwit.” She gurgles around him. He heard her clearly, both hands cupping the sides of her face, feet planted firmly into the carpet. Her hands dropped the moment he thrusted upwards, testing out the pushback. She doesn't move. The sounds of her slurping in content replacing any other background noise.
“Fuck, you're gonna be the death of me.” Jack closed his eyes and timed his thrusts to fuck her throat. Her nose pressed in the cool grey hairs of his pelvis every time her mouth suctioned around the base, spit coating the shaft to create a slick that let him go faster. The tip hitting the back of her throat every time. “Daddy's little slut huh.”
He used her like a flesh light, breaking her into the point she craved more than just a throat fuck. She never expected she would like the idea of being face-fucked, but the moment she caught him watching it in the bathroom once, she knew she had to try it. Fae looks at him; eyes filled with tears and a low whine from her throat. Her hands brace his thighs for stability, her own clenching together from arousal. It didn't take long for Jack to feel his release coming, the blood rushing down and his balls tightening. The muscles in his torso tensed, his pace unrelenting as he thrusted up and forced her head down.
She could feel the disappointment brewing as his thrusts became labored and staggered, hands tightening in her hair until he held her head down into his pelvis and his load came out in spurts down her throat.
“That’s it, swallow it.” Her throat bobs with each gulp, the taste of his cum salty, tangy, and a lot traveling down her throat. “That's my good girl.” Jack cooes, pulling her off with a pop, and drips of cum spilling out the corners of her mouth. Before he could wipe it, her tongue reached out to lick it with an innocent smile.
“Did I do good, Jack?” Her voice hoarse from the force he used. Jack nodded and slowly pulled her up to stand on her feet.
Jack reaches around her to grab and fit his prosthetic back on. “So good babydoll,” He pulls her down to straddle his lap, bunching the shirt at her hips to reveal the light pink lace boy shorts that were wet in the middle. He kissed her softly with a murmur against her lips. “It wasn't too much was it?”
She melts into the gentle kiss. “No.”
“Good,” Jack grips under her thighs and Fae yelps when he stands up with her still in his arms, legs wrapping around his torso for stability as he carries her towards their room. His mouth still on hers in a slow kiss, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck in content. “Jack?”
“Hm.” He mouths down her neck, only worried about getting her in their bed and between her legs.
“The movie.”
Jack lays her against the bed, sweatpants long discarded when he stood up. His good knee bumped her legs open to crawl beneath them. Instead, he kissed her ankle up her calf and thigh. Eyes never leaving hers. “The only movie I’m watching is you on my dick.”
His fingers hook in the waist band of her shorts and slip them past her thighs. Her butt rising to make it easier for him.
“No foreplay?”
Jack chuckles and moves up to press quick kisses to her mouth. “Plenty of that later. “ He covers his body over hers, planting both hands on either side of her to cage her into the deepening kiss. Their lips moving against others heatedly. He kissed her like a man starved, pulling and sucking her bottom lip in his mouth until her mouth parts. Fae barely had a moment to breath when his tongue explored her mouth, flicking against her own with pleased grunts vibrating from his chest. He nudged at her entrance with the tip; it prodded just enough to make her gasp at the sudden intrusion.
“Baby,” She whines with her arms tight around his neck to try and pull him closer.
Jack grabs the back of her neck and noses her cheek, hips wiggling against hers for a light friction between them. “Daddy’s got you in a minute, fuck, just wanna feel you.” The length of him rubbed along her now slick folds, coating him in her essence. It had been months since their last act of intimacy, living off quick kisses, and tired cuddles. He wanted to prolong the moment the longest he could.
Fae whimpers pitifully as his head penetrates her cunt for just a second. “Please?”
“You need it, yeah?” Jack pulled back from her cheek and pressed his forehead against hers. “Put it in for me.”
Fae wrapped her hand around him with a few strokes then guided him to her slick holes, dripping with need as she gasped at the brunt penetration. Jack groans fill the space between them, pushing the rest of the way until he bottoms out with a gasp from her. Her walls clenched around him, his shaft still against the warmth of her slick velvet walls. Pelvis to pelvis, Jack stilled. He caught her eyes, watching them flutter once he started moving, dragging it along her walls in a slow teasing rhythm.
“Jack.” Fae whimpers, arms feeling like noodles from being propped up and bearing some of the weight. He lowers her until her back hits the sheets, legs spread eagle with his shirt she still wore bunching at the waist. Her pussy and where his dick was inside of her on full display.
“Just like that” He coos, hands going to cuff under her thighs and push them up. His hips rock forward, thrusting into her consistently. One leg rest against her shoulder and the other around his waist. “Tight little cunt.”
The force in which he was going drove her into the bed, skin slapping against skin as he rolled his hips into her. The smell of sex, sweat and vanilla scented candles harshly flooded their senses. Fae’s eyes rolling back the moment his dick curves up to hit that spongey bundle of nerves that has her seeing stars.
“Fuck, please.” Her hands fly up to grip his shirt pulling him to completely bear all of his weight. To feel all of him. Jack covers her mouth with his own to swallow the silent moans when he hits it again. Him squeezing her thighs pulls her back to the kiss, letting him lazily move over her mouth and jaw until his lips find home in the crook of her neck.
“I'm gonna cum” He groans in her neck when she clenches at the admission, feeling her own release build up. Her arms wrap around him, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. “Shit, gotta let me go princess.”
Fae shakes her head, arching up just a little when he moves. Jack grabbed her hips, fingers digging into the flesh and lifting her up with him as he sat on his knees. She sat on his dick and rocked. Their eyes finding each other with breathless pants and smiles. The walls of her pussy clenched, his dick throbbed as his stomach tightened.
“Want to feel you cum.” She’s breathless, looking completely fucked out, like a work of art for him. Jack’s hair was wild and messy from her constant tugging; his face flushed from the heat of her on him. It was wild the way sex felt like their first time every day.
Their foreheads pressed together to look at where they joined, her essence creaming around the base of him as her stomach fluttered. His grip on her hips was bruising and rocked her to a rhythm that brought them both over the edge. Fae felt the warm spurts of his cum paint her walls, pumping staggering amounts into her. Their juices mixed together until they spilled out the sides and onto his lap. Jack locks his arms around her and presses a kiss to her slack jawed mouth.
“You're gonna be the death of me.” He sighs and kisses her chin.
“You love it.” Fae grins, grazing her fingers along his back as he laid them down. The messed-up sheets are being used to cover them for the night. Her head tucked into his chest, his hand around her rubbing her arm.
Dick still inside her, he rocks up until she gasps and he hits his chest. Jack did love it. He lived for how her body responded to him. His hips moved lazily, a hand finding the swell of her ass to squeeze. “I love you.” Jack whispers against her temple
Fae inhales sharply, closing her eyes with a soft murmur against his chest.
s/o to my frenn @loreofsarai for tagging me! 👯♀️💕
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Let Me In - ledger ward x oc
Million Days - jackson brooks x oc x terry richmond
Feature Me - cameron cade x oc
Sanctuary - terry richmond x oc
Daughter - smokestack twins x oc
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feature me is a slow burn rivals to lovers HIM au! sianne was a side oc in the very first draft of Sanctuary, but she grew on me VERY quickly and I love tf outta her and azure's friendship. after I had to scrub the first draft and started re-writing, I decided to give sianne her own story and weave it into Sanctuary later on. cam's personality in this was influenced by a random conversation I had talking about the time justin bieber got caught drag racing. in Sanctuary, sianne was a lawyer and I thought it was fitting so I built the story from that. plot wise, I can't say much at all or else it'll spoil all 3 wips in the universe, but just know it is very conspiracy-theory heavy and I kept a lot of the unsettling and weird vibes from the HIM movie. I just tweaked it to mesh into the bigger picture for my stories!
Thank you for asking, I really enjoy talking about this with yall! <3
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Sanctuary - terry richmond x oc
Daughter - smokestack twins x oc
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@capricornrizingheaux gonna answer your comment up here <3
sooo I've been working on (aka writing and rewriting 50 million times) Sanctuary since late 2024 😭. It started off as a fic for a wrestler I no longer support, so I switched it to terry richmond! My oc, Azure, moves states 4 years after her husband dies on duty. She's navigating her grief and a new stage in her life when she meets Terry, a single father also navigating the loss of his brother. It's a little heavy but it's all about learning how to love while starting to live life again. This story is honestly my babyyy, and its the second story in my lil universe. (feature me is first, then sanctuary, then daughter)
million days came from a reminders of him press tour tiktok that tyriq did. the one where he was answering this or that:book tropes and I was thinking about terry the same day and i was like why not both? so I took a little bit from what he said, put my own lil spin on it and voila! a love triangle between childhood best friends. it was originally supposed to be a ledger fic, but tyriq decided to hop on quinn and I liked the idea of a fine ass special agent and a fine ass former marine fighting over a beautiful black woman 🤏🏽
my biggest problem as a writer is only getting like 2-4 chapters done before accidentally adding something else to write about on my list 😭 a terrible habit I’m really tryna break yall but after I get my degree next month it’s up fr!
currently trying to get that out to yall on sunday 😭
it’s a lumberjack!ledger ward x oc!gia valleroy 2 part(?) lil sumn sumn. similar vibes to a bottle episode on tv, where gia and ledger get stuck inside during a storm after her tire blows on the back road near ledger’s house. they get #realclose 🤭
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Let Me In - ledger ward x oc
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Feature Me - cameron cade x oc
Sanctuary - terry richmond x oc
Daughter - smokestack twins x oc
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