⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧ currently far away thinking about pope &&& jack 𝄞
♯likes: the pitt, perverted girls, shawn hatosy, medical dramas, game of thrones, white lace, my ex,harry styles, ariana grande, alex warren, noah kahan, one shots, live music &&much more…. ᭝ ᨳଓ ՟
♯dislikes: maga, homophobes, racists, zionists, supporter of wars/genocides, support ai, support ice, disagree with non canon shipping, restrictive of free will and free thought.
summary: charting is keeping you way later than you planned. after finding a quiet spot to focus, earbuds in, you accidentally fall asleep. jack abbot stumbles upon you and questions your taste in music.
pairing: jack abbot x reader
warnings: language
you didn’t even notice it, not even a realization of the fact that you were currently drooling on the desk in front of you.
the day had been long, longer than usual, and nothing had made it manageable. you tried coffee, energy drinks, and now your last resort, your “hype” playlist.
it was futile.
the buzzing from your earbuds intrigued jack abbot. the night shift attending peered around the corner at you, slumped over your computer, no worry about sleeping in the hospital.
he lurked closer and was curious about what was playing in your ears. megan thee stallion’s “thot shit” blasting.
one thing i know, two things for certain
none of these hoes sayin shit to my face
none of these finna see me at the bank
“huh” you startled awake, feeling drool drying on the corner of your mouth.
“you can sleep through anything can’t you,” jack shook his head, chuckling.
“you mean the great orator megan thee stallion?” you sat up, “it’s part of my affirmations.”
“is that so?” he leaned over the desk. “maybe you should be getting more sleep at home.”
“there’s something so peaceful about the hospital — the beeping, yelling — it’s soothing to my soul.” you feigned.
“thot shit, huh?”
“let a girl live.” you sighed.
he placed his hands on the back of your chair. “maybe you could show me the dance?”
“the dance?” you gulped.
“you know… ‘hands on my knees, shakin ass on my thot shit.’” he smirked.
“dr. abbot!” you slapped his shoulder.
“you’re a bad influence.” he shrugged as he walked away.
did jack abbot, night shift attending, 50 year old man, just quote meg thee stallion to you?
NSFW ⟡.· ft. jack abbot + fem. reader. he loves his babygirl. no doubt about it, but he’s always been strict about you not teasing him while he’s at work, you’ve always liked pushing his buttons though, and when you disobey, someone has to put you in your place. abbot mocks you through it, implied age gap, mean! jack abbot, brat taming, pussy spanking, daddy kink, dumbification, slight dacryphilia. 3.8k.
shawn hatosy hyperfixation is like an infection and i have been infected. first time writing for papa abbot, reblogs + comments are always appreciated. ^_^
abbot isn’t known for his patience. he wasn’t level-headed or calm; sure, he doesn’t crack easily under pressure—any feelings of unease or stress he keeps close to his chest. jack could offer advice; he could talk a resident through a complicated procedure because surgery was taking too long to respond to their page; he could talk about hard and complicated issues using his personal experience, but he wasn’t patient.
you’ve recently developed the frustrating habit of pushing jack’s buttons: you teased, you pushed, you wanted, and while he was more than willing to give, that sentiment only stood when you listened.
you knew better than to send him that. jack knows you do, but knowing doesn’t take away the want to do it.
jack had felt the vibration of his phone inside his pocket as he spoke to ellis, though he didn’t open it then. working night shift in the emergency room meant dealing with the shit you don’t see during the day. it was hard finding time to answer a message from his girlfriend mid-shift, but jack knew you well.
you got pouty if your message sat unanswered in his phone for too long. the last thing he wanted was to come home to see your doe eyes glittering with hurt.
once he finally had a moment to spare, he stepped away from the traffic of the floor, intending to check his phone quickly, expecting a sweet message from you. once his screen lit up, your notification sat on top of a mountain of unnecessary email notifications from newsletters, appointment reminders, and useless travel deals he wasn’t going to take. you had sent him a picture captioned with: ‘i miss you so much, daddy. i couldn’t help myself :(‘
that alone made jack’s shoulders tighten. while he was all for fun and teasing, he had always told you not to send him risky texts when he was at work. not simply because the lives of others sat on his hands; no, he could handle the weight of the world while making sure a person had the best chance to live. he was simply impatient, and if he got turned on while you weren’t there, he disliked the action of waiting.
if all goes to shit mid-shift, he would have to stay for much longer than intended to try and help the transition from night shift to morning shift, which meant spending more time away from you.
after a second of trying to think of what you could’ve possibly sent, he found himself opening the text, despite knowing it would just piss him off. once the picture loaded, the sight of your heavy tits spilling from under your shirt filled his screen, with your hand reaching down between your thighs.
jack felt his body heat up, warmth coming to his neck as he tightened his grip on his phone, jaw clenching tight as he stared at all the little details of the picture, noticing his sheets, your lack of panties, and the small smile curved on your glossy lips. with a frustrated breath, he typed back a quick response.
‘You know I don’t like it when you tease me at work.’
your reply came quick; you had learned early on that if you message him back fast enough, there’s a higher chance of maintaining a brief conversation another before he had to get back on the floor.
‘what are you going to do about it?’ your reply read.
an amused scoff left jack’s lips. who did you think you were? a brat, that’s for sure. of course you just wanted to irritate him; he could see right through you. jack knew you better than anyone else you knew, and he was no better, so your little bratty scheme was effectively working.
‘Just you wait until I come home.’
he typed back with a heavy breath, leaving his lips before shoving his phone back into his pocket, both hands moving towards the back of his neck as he laced his fingers together and rolled his shoulders before he spared a quick glance at the floor. trying to focus on his job while the mental image of you needily rubbing your clit remained in the back of his head felt like his own personal purgatory. he could imagine it vividly: you nuzzled against his pillow with your hand between your thighs, practically humping nothing to soothe the warm ache inside your belly.
bratty girl, eager for daddy, but painfully insolent.
you knew how to push jack’s buttons so well you could be considered an academic with the level of skill that goes into riling up your older boyfriend.
you only wished you could see him, with his jaw locked tight as he continued his work in the emergency room while the idea of you festered inside his brain. jack always looked so good when he was irritated; it only made you miss him more.
his bedroom was a constant reminder of him, from the prescriptions littered around his nightstand down to the yellowish-brown boots he wore when he volunteered for the pittsburgh swat team. with a soft sigh, you plopped down against the bed, curling up against his worn bed sheets before you moved to press your head against his pillow. the smell of his shampoo, sweat, and cologne occupied the air; you moaned to yourself. your delicate hand moved down your stomach before pressing between your thighs as you waited for jack.
already fantasizing about what he would do to you when he arrived back home.
“j—jack—!” you cried out, your tone high-pitched and desperate.
you lay on your side, his sheets rubbing against your sticky skin as the pad of his fingers worked vigorous circles against your sensitive clit, his touch making your body feel feverishly hot. jack lay behind you, his body warm against your back while his free arm lay beneath you, his free hand gripping your breast tight as he kept you pinned against him while he groped you.
his firm chest and soft belly pressed against your back as he nuzzled his face against the curve of your shoulder, his scruffy stubble rubbing against your soft skin as he glanced at your side profile. jack savored the sight of your pretty face while his fingers toyed with the sensitive ball of nerves between your thighs, feeling your body twitch and jolt against his, considering the proximity between you two.
his fingers were thick, his skin coated glossy with your slick, while your hips rolled against his hand desperately, from both the want you had for him and the desperate need you felt for more friction.
“you’re so wet, baby.”
jack cooed, squeezing your chest while applying more pressure against your nub, making your body jolt from the increased pressure applied to your poor clit. you let out a soft sound, barely a gasp, before a breathy moan left your glossy lips. “jack..” you whined; the sound of his name on your lips made his body feel hotter than it was.
“what’s wrong, baby? isn’t this what you wanted?” he taunted, watching you squirm as he continued to toy with your slick pussy, glossy from all of the attention it’s been receiving through the night.
your eyes were shining, sparkling under the dim yellow light of jack’s lamp, his curtains drawn to keep the sunlight out.
as you mewled, your hand moved to rest above his over your chest, fingers shaky as you tried—pathetically—to pull yourself together. the difference in hand sizes was painfully obvious at such a stark comparison. you babbled small words, mostly whimpers of his name, while he made more of a mess from your aching cunny.
jack knew you like the back of his hand; he knew how you bounced your leg when you sat still for too long, how you fiddled with your fingers if you wanted to ask him something but you were too shy, and how you bit your lip when you were deep in thought. he knows he knew you better than anyone, which meant that he knows exactly where to touch to make your brain feel fuzzy.
his hand remained firm, squeezing your chest, fingertips brushing against your hardened nipple to make you tense, before he pulled his other hand away from your cunt. the loss of touch earned an immediate sound of disapproval from you.
“w—what? — why did you stop?” you grumbled, squeezing his hand to accentuate your frustration.
“you really think you’re going to get off after not listening to me?”
jack rasped, the hand that left your clit moving to rest briefly on your stomach before he moved it towards the back of your knee, pushing your leg up to spread you open for him, his heavy dick sitting against your inner thigh as he shifted slightly from behind, angling his body to get better access to your drooling cunt. pushing his available knee up, he tugged you closer, moving his arm from beneath you to rest under the nape of your neck while his hand moved to tangle itself in your hair.
you kept yourself spread open for him as he threw his thick arm over your stomach.
“w—what?” you stammered, for a moment not understanding what he meant.
you were so turned on that it made your memories feel distant, and for a second you forgot how you had gotten yourself into this situation. the memory of your brattiness hours prior refreshed in your mind slowly, and before you could babble out an excuse for your behavior, a sharp spank hit your drooling cunny; the stinging pain that followed afterward made your body jolt.
“what?” jack repeated, drawling out his words mockingly.
“ow!” you yelped.
your thighs twitched; your first instinct was a meek attempt to close your legs to ease the lingering sting.
jack was quick to stop your motion, though. his strong hand caught the back of your knee, then forced your leg up as before.
“jack—!” you wanted to argue, telling him this wasn’t fair.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he mused. “i thought this was what you wanted?”
before you could think of a reply, another sharp spank was landed against your aching pussy, making you wince from the sting.
“please,” you whimpered; the words that had come to you just a second earlier were forgotten under the touch of his hand.
“please? for what?” he replied, uninterested in your whines. “what have i always told you?”
you frowned; he was scolding you, like he always did when you acted out of line. biting your tongue, you huffed, letting your silence be enough of an answer. you didn’t want to get scolded; you were a big girl, and despite wanting to act as if the resistance was because you wanted to seem independent, the true reality was that you wanted to egg jack on.
your little act of defiance didn’t impress the older man, which earned you another spank on your cunt, harsher than before. this time, your body acted faster, and as you cried out from the sting, your thighs slammed shut.
warmth came to your eyes as the sting made your nerves surge, jack tsked, his hand wrapping around your thigh once more before yanking your legs open.
“you asked for this, sweetheart,” he reminded, keeping his grip on the back of your thigh tight as you squirmed.
“m’sorry, daddy,” you said quickly, hoping to butter him up to lessen his tension.
daddy could be so mean sometimes.
“it’s too late for sorry now, baby.”
he crooned, moving his hand away from your leg, trusting you would keep yourself spread open for him, to wrap his fingers against his hardened dick, his hand working up and down his shaft in slow pumps.
his words earned a whimper from your lips.
he could be charming, clever, and pampering, but if jack wants to be mean—or if you push his buttons far enough—he can be really mean. while you loved getting out of your place by your daddy, you always seemed to forget how harsh he could really be.
feeling his dick press against your drooling cunt made your stomach flutter; his cock was big, almost too big. the first time he fucked you, he made you cum twice while he stretched you out, just to make sure your pretty little cunny was ready. the girth of his cock was almost unfair too, with pretty veins curling around his shaft that make your brain melt when they rub against your walls.
jack pressed himself against your back, making sure to keep you close as he peered over your shoulder to glance down between your spread thighs.
“what has daddy always told you?” he repeated, tone softer, though you knew better than to think he was going soft on you, the older rasp of his voice making you squirm.
finally deciding to stop misbehaving—mainly because you wanted to feel him inside you—you pouted, leaning your head back against his thick arm. you glanced to your side to look at him.
“you tell me not to tease you while you’re at work.”
your tone was muted, the words spilling behind your pouty lips, because you don’t like admitting when jack is right.
“and what did you do today?” he asked, clearly rhetorical.
“i teased you..” you answered begrudgingly.
“and what happens when pretty girls want to act like brats?” he continued, tone authoritative, as if he was teaching a kid a lesson, before leaning closer to press a kiss against the side of your neck.
“they have to be put in their place,” you replied softly.
“good job,” jack praised, voice rough despite his tauntingly soft tone, as you reveled in his praise—you let yourself believe maybe he would let your behavior tonight slide, settling to fuck you while babying you the way you liked. feeling jack slap his hardened length against your pussy, you felt a shiver go down your spine in anticipation.
those hopes of getting let off easy felt possible as jack brought the tip of his cock against your aching cunt, pushing your glistening folds apart before aligning himself carefully.
that hope came to a crashing stop as you felt jack’s thick, heavy cock slam deep inside you.
bratty girls don’t earn gentleness.
the sudden intrusion dragged out an involuntary cry from your lips. the force of his hips making your ass made your body jolt, his dick was girthy, pushing apart your warm, slick, walls to make room for him. as his cock settled inside you, the tip pressed against your spongy cervix, the fibrous organ warm and welcoming despite his force, your cunny has taken his cock too many times to count, by now your body was conditioned to take his length without much stress. though when you and jack first started having sex, he used to coax you gently, sliding in inch-by-inch while your eyes got glossy from the stretch.
a heavy groan left jack’s chest as he felt the firm grip of your walls around his girth, moving his arm to rest over your abdomen. jack caged you in against his chest before drawing his hips back and shoving himself inside.
his thrusts set the tone. his cock rubbed against your gummy walls as he pushed his hips back; you let out a breathy sigh before his length was shoved back inside you. jack’s dick hit your cervix again, and again, and again; his breathing became heavier, his eyes shutting tight, the creases of his crow's feet deepening at the motion.
you were putty in his hands; the idea of being silent was laughable as his cock battered your sensitive pussy.
the sounds that left your lips were a disarray of moans, pants, and cries of his name.
“ja—jack, m’so full!” you whined, lips parted in an ‘o’ shape while your body bounced with every sharp thrust of his hips. his cock made your brain numb; every ridge, every vein that pressed against your spongy walls made your toes curl.
at your cock drunken words, jack felt his stomach tighten hard, hearing you mewl such desperate lewdities turned him on more than he wanted to admit.
hearing his baby girl cry out because of him was one of the greatest pleasures he got when he fucked you.
“yeah?” he panted, his face pressing against the hollow of your shoulder, your skin sticky against his as he continued to slam his hips against your own.
“i thought you didn’t mind when daddy filled you up?”
he taunted, moving his arm from your stomach down to your slick clit, pressing his finger against your hardened bud to see you shudder. you nodded at his words, despite knowing he was actively making fun of you.
“that’s what i thought,” he crooned, sucking in a heavy breath as he continued to toy with your clit, your leg spread, making sure jack had access to your messy cunt as he fucked you.
your eyes felt warm as he continued to use you, your body shivering from the overstimulation that came from his attention. jack glanced over at you, shifting you so he could get a better look at your pretty face as your eyes glossed over with tears.
his lips curved. “what’s wrong, baby?”
you whined, your eyelashes clumping together from the wetness in your doe eyes. “it’s too m—much,” you babbled, words tumbling past your lips.
“too much?” he pressed. “poor baby, can’t handle daddy?”
you nodded, eyes glazed over as his cock battered your cunt, his tip knocking against your cervix over and over. “mmm,” you whine, too cock drunk to reply; you felt your mouth salivating while warm tears bordered your lash line.
jack’s hand moved from your overworked clit to your face, reaching over your body to turn your head to the side, making you face him properly. “use your words, baby; you know daddy likes well-spoken girls,” he cooed, voice soft despite the harsh shove of his hips. your tearful gaze met his, your eyebrows furrowed upward while your lips parted, trying to find the words to express yourself.
“you’re too big ‘n’ s’rough, my cunny can’t take it—!” you finally said, words slurring like a drunken sailor as he stared down at you expectantly.
fuck, you always sounded so pretty like this, practically incoherent from his cock.
“yes, you can. you can take daddy. you’ve done it before, haven’t you?” jack murmured, pressing a kiss against your tear-stricken cheek.
you whimpered, your walls tightening around his heavy dick at his softened words. while you loved when jack was mean, you couldn’t help but melt when he babied you while he shoved deep inside you. yours cunt tightened around jack hard, making the older man grit his teeth.
there was a knot in your belly you hadn’t noticed before, tight and warm, straining inside you with every push of jack’s hips against your ass.
gasping, your body tightened as a sudden push of his hips led to his cock pressing hard against that gummy little spot inside you that made you see stars. a long, drawn-out moan of his name left your lips as your back arched against his torso.
seeing this, jack let out a heavy breath, his grip on your body tightening to pull you closer as he continued to hit that spongy spot harder, harder, and harder, and before you could even try to mutter a warning about how close you were, that tight knot inside you snapped. your eyes shut, eyebrows pinching together as you cried out his name.
your already tight walls squeezed around jack’s heavy cock, the squeeze felt unforgiving as your hips rolled against him, your body instinctively twitching as you rode out your much-wanted orgasm.
locking his jaw, jack let out a grunt beneath you, pushing your hips forward to better his angle into your drooling cunt before working his cock past your tense walls.
“did i say you could come?” jack berated. “since when do brats get to come before daddy lets you?”
your eyes were half lidded, your body shaking from the aftermath of such a hard orgasm. your nerves were on overdrive, and your brain was foggy; the only reply you gave him was a shaky moan.
he moved his arm, the one he had under your head, to wrap around your delicate neck. putting you in a headlock as he continued to abuse your cunt.
his arm was heavy, his freckled skin brushing against your face as you rested your head against his forearm, your hands moving to pathetically grab at his muscular arm.
“is your head that empty?” he grunted. “can’t even speak, huh?”
you shook your head, a little whine leaving your lips as jack pumped himself inside you, your pussy milky from all the slick. the sight of you like that made jack’s body tense; you were so messy, so dumb over his cock, and seeing you like this—cock drunk and stupid made his body feel sensitive, his dick twitching inside your messy insides.
keeping your body molded against his own, jack chased his orgasm with more vigor than grace, his pace becoming less concentrated and more desperate with each pump of his hips.
with a choked groan, jack’s hips pressed against your ass, burying himself deep inside you as ropes of sticky cum left his twitching dick. his breathing shook as he rolled his hips against you slowly, savoring the feeling of his orgasm as he made sure to fill you up with every last drop of cum.
you moaned; the warmth that filled your belly made your stomach flutter with butterflies as your legs shook, jack’s arm loosened around you, and your hand found his, fingers intertwining as you felt warm in your belly.
jack let out a heavy breath, shuddering as he moved his hand to grip your thigh, keeping your legs spread as he finally slipped out of your cunt. finally he guided your thighs together before he pushed himself up by his elbow. his hand moved over your breast, guiding your body to lie on your back to see your glazed-over eyes.
“how are you feeling, baby?”
he softened, giving your chest a small squeeze before his hand pushed some of your hair out of your face.
you looked over at him, eyes half lidded and shimmering, before you nodded, still too drunk on his touch to think of a verbal response.
jack’s lips curved before he pressed his lips against your forehead, his kiss soft against your skin before he pressed his lips against your own. “you’re still a brat, y’know?” he mumbled against your lips, earning a soft noise from you before you reached up to rest your hand against his shoulder, squeezing the muscle before you kissed back.
“m’sorry,” you finally answered, words raspy after the cacophony of noises you made earlier.
jack pulled back, looking down at you knowingly. no matter how many times you whimpered apologies for your behavior, jack knew it wouldn’t last long. you were always finding ways to push his buttons, but he would be lying if he said he disliked it.
after all, jack would always love his bratty girl.
popebride, 2026 ⧽ i hope you enjoyed! ⋆. 𐙚 ˚ tags: @aangelheartt @xom4yy @tearsofjoyandsorrow1
sammy bryant is the type of guy to secretly have a daddy dom twitter account.
it's his biggest and dirtiest secret, and god help him if tammi ever found out, but it turns him on so much to have random girls on twitter thirsting over him and giving him attention :(
he can't help it, he just wants to feel desired <\3 at work, the other guys make fun of him and his dad bod, but his followers go rabid over his chubby tummy. they can't seem to get enough of it.
he'll play the doting husband all day, and try to cuddle up to tammi in bed. but when she inevitably turns to face the other way? that's when sammy opens up twitter and lets his mind run wild.
it's just fantasy, of course, and some might even call it cringe, but it gets him hard like nothing else. sometimes he has to sneak off to the bathroom in the middle of the night to take care of himself because the replies get him so worked up :(
Had you asked anyone else, you're sure the answer would be a resounding 'no.' Or even a mocking laugh.
But you didn't ask anyone else. You asked ghost, under the dimly lit awning of the pub, "can i fuck you, si?"
"You already do, love," ghost points out with a mumble around his cigarette. He lights it and takes a drag, exhales slowly "an' not here."
"I don't mean like that, si." You huff, knock your ankle against his bad one pointedly "I mean can I fuck you. As in with a cock. I bought a strap and...well."
Ghost takes a moment to raise both brows at you, deadpan. He takes great pleasure in silently judging you before shrugging "alright. But I want my tea."
Which is how ghost ends up sprawled naked on your bed that you really should size up, nearly taking up the whole mattress.
"Christ, simon..." you whisper, kneeling between spread thighs. Ghost is big in the way important things are big. More than just size, his entire presence takes up space. Meaty thighs covered in scars lazily drop open to reveal an already prepped hole, and you drag your eyes up a round stomach and fat tits to see ghosts smirk "don't trust me to do it myself?"
Ghost hikes a leg higher, loops his ankle behind your hip and rubs the leather of the strap into skin "wanted to make it easy for your first time, sweetie."
God, you love him.
You smile, notch the head of the strap against his rim. The minute twitch if his abdomen makes your cunt ache, "ready, si?"
With a firm, slow, thrust you push in. Torn between watching the silicone slide into ghost or watching the sudden pinch of his brow or the way he tosses his head back with a pleased groan "fuck, okay. Keep going–"
You do, a bit awkwardly at first. You're using muscles you previously didn't need to, trying to adjust and finding yourself wholly frustrated that you can't get the angle you want while ghost is too busy whining under you to really help.
"Fuck– okay, hold still–" you grunt, having enough and all together shoved ghosts thigh up and hooking his calf over your shoulder so you can thrust down to the base and–
"Wait– wait fuck–!" Ghost seizes, stomach tightening and back arching and his orgasm hits sharp and sudden. Thick ropes shoot across his chest while ghost moans and huffs through his teeth like he's trying to fight himself from grinding further onto the strap.
"Woah." You mumble once he's finally down. You wear there's a puddle under you at this point by how wet you are.
Ghost groans, breathes. He cracks one eye open and motions you to crawl up his chest. "I'm not getting up again, lovie. C'mere, you need a reward."
Once you're both cleaned up and snuggling, you'll notice ghost didn't even touch the twenty pound tea that he wanted. Asshole.
TW: sub!black!reader, BDSM dynamics, brat!reader, mean dom!frank but he gets nicer, age gap(frank is 43, reader is 22), riding, hair pulling, hickeys, face slapping, spanking, cock worship, choking, belly bulge, reader going into subspace.
"yeah, look at you, riding my fucking dick." he hissed as he had your head pulled back by your hair, staring at all the hickeys he left all over your chocolate skin, specifically your neck. that comment made your knees buckle, making you slow down your bouncing on his thick length. "don’t you fucking stop, who told you to stop?" he said harshly, pulling your hair harder which made you hiss in pain which quickly subsided when he began bucking up into you, your ass meeting his hips as he forced his cock deep into you which made you moan aloud, "’s too much daddy!" you whined, his dick bulging out of your stomach but he ignored you, "wasn’t saying that when you was teasing me outside, right? now shut the fuck up & take this dick." he said sternly, before he laid you down flat on your back, "please, i'm sorry!" you pouted, using your signature puppy dog eyes to get out of a situation which always works. he looked you in your eyes & paused, your heart beating quickly before he looked down, repositioning himself as he entered, "nah, you not." he told you, which left you a bit flabbergasted.
"wh— shut the fuck up." he told you after delivering a firm smack to your face, making you whimper as your eyes teared up. you gave him a mean look but that didn’t do anything but make him laugh, "oh what? you gonna be a big baby & cry?" he taunted as he began to move his hips at an insanely fast pace. "look like an angry puppy, you’re not intimidating nobody." he told you as he grabbed you by your neck, choking you tightly but just enough where you can breathe. the slight lack of oxygen made your head spin as his monstrous cock dug out your insides, "mmhm, this tight ass pussy.." he mumbled to himself as he rammed into you. he watched as your mouth fell open while your stomach turned violently, an orgasm approaching rather quickly while he played in your guts. your eyes rolled back & he stared at your face, carefully examining every little detail of it before he smacked your face gently this time, "come back to earth, you ain’t cummin’ yet." he said as he pulled out, leaving you right there which made you whine more, "daddyyy!!~" you complained once more. "don't ‘daddy!~' me you spoiled brat, you lucky i'm even giving it to you after that bullshity stunt you pulled today." he mocked you as he clapped back, effortlessly flipping you on your stomach before pulling your hips up; now in doggy.
"you wanna say sorry?" he asked as he pushed himself in slowly— no matter how many times he’s fucked you, his girth was still shocking to you, you’re even surprised that he can even fit into you. "fuck you!" you spat at him which was the wrong call. he grabbed you by your hair, pulling you back to look at him, "fuck me?.. fuck me??" he repeated as he began to fuck you without any remorse, his hips snapping against your backside with extreme force, the tip of his cock hitting your cervix which made your eyes roll. "nahnahnah, what happened to ‘fuck you’?" he questioned as he continued to deliver inhumane thrusts, staring at your contorted face before he grabbed your neck, now gripping both your hair & neck. “i see, you just wanted me to fuck you like a slut, hm?" he asked before a sharp sting was delivered to your backside, causing you to yelp as you tried to push yourself away from him but he was a strong, beefy man. you couldn’t escape him. "no running now, babygirl, you're gonna take every inch of me." he whispered in your ear before he slowed down his thrusts, going slow but really fucking deep. "o-oh sh-shit!~" you moaned, his cock constantly hitting your G-spot the deeper he went. you even started to shake a little bit, "oh, that feel good? right here?" he asked before he went back to his ruthless thrusts, fucking you like he hated you. "tell me how good this dick feel." he said as he let your hair go, delivering more spanks to your ass.
"feels so good daddy, real fucking good!" you moaned aloud, your mind cloudy— only focused on his voice & cock. "keep going babygirl, don’t you stop." he told you as his a knot started to tighten in his lower stomach, making him grunt lowly, "i love your cock daddy, feels ‘s good!" you said pathetically as he grabbed your your, pulling your head back & looking into your blown brown pupilled eyes. "oh, there's my princess.." he said softly, rubbing your cheek gently which made you shudder, your mind blank but focused on him. "you're doing so good, so fucking good." he told you as he stared into your eyes, both of you staring at each other with lust & love as he tore you apart from the inside. "can i cum, daddy? please can i cum?!" you pleaded, the familiar knot building back up rather quickly which made your walls flutter around him. "you think you deserved it after today?" he questioned, taunting you as he knew he was gonna cum soon as well. "i’m so sorry daddy, so very sorry!" you pouted, which made his heart melt; he knew you were being genuine. "good girl.." he purred as he started to deliver slow thrusts, "cum all over my dick, babygirl." he told you, which you did; your warm walks contracting as you creamed all over his length, whining quietly as your body jerked in intervals while he came inside of you with a loud groan, pushing your upper body down so now your back is arched. he held onto your hips as he pulled you back onto his cock, making sure you got every last drop of his cum.
sammy bryant pillow humper agenda. (getting dragged away by day release nurses) SAMMY BRYANT PILLOW HUMPER!!!
18+ MDNI
GODDD FUCCKKKKK i have this hc that chubby detective sammy bryant has fantasies of being a dom that he'd never tell a single soul because it's too embarrassing. (i also recommend @blehbarbie's chub gooner sammy fics... revolutionised the game, i think abt him constantly)
chubby detective sammy bryant laying naked on his tummy, breathing heavy, humping his poor pillow into the mattress and muttering "yeah? you like that? like this dick, baby? fuckin' take it, little slut..."
he's pounding it so hard, his tip is dribbling and makes a wet spot on the pillowcase that he ruts his cock against. he's so fully immersed in the fantasy that he's grunting, moaning, "mmmh, so fuckin' wet, baby, you always get like this for daddy..."
after he cums he has to hand wash the pillowcase before tammi sees, his thick little fingers scrubbing the evidence of his perversion away <3 he keeps the pillow in the guest room because it feels too dirty to keep it on his and tammi's bed
jack abbot using sloppy kisses in his kitchen to delay your departure from his place. your jacket is only halfway on, the other sleeve dangling while he swipes your tongue with his. the good doctor doesn't realize how much he's groooaning into your mouth because your spit still tastes all sweet thanks to the wine from dinner. something about you... something about the souring potential of you having to go makes him beg in between the desperate snogs.
"jus' stay a little longer, hm? i sleep better when there's a soft thing like you around..."
you laugh into jack's mouth, and he nearly dies.
"you don't sleep at all."
the reminder makes him clutch you tighter. it's true, him and the turbulent relationship between him and sleep. but you make it easier. better. slumber feels a touch more conceivable after pinning you with an arm and slurping you his chin is all slick and drippy.
"c'mon, baby." jack's hands snake down to grab at your ass. kneading a silent plea. "stay, okay? just for a little bit..."
just a little bit. long enough to stuff him inside you and make you do that thing where you forget how to do anything except hug the guy and sob in his ear.
god, he likes that.
loves it.
lives for it, plus getting to kiss up on you like this after feeding you dinner and wine.
jack's victory comes in the stripping of your jack and your palms reaching to grab at his cheeks. hands scratching the stubble along his jaw, he feels you push yourself into his front. growing just as needy as him.
"...okay."
jack tugs your bottom lip between his teeth and pulls enough for you to feel it. he keeps the plus there as a tiny sound pushes out of him.
"yeah? okay?"
you nod. following it, a whimper from the back of your throat. "yeah."
warnings: my blog is always 18+ mdni, drunk!reader
might do other versions with all the characters i write for but we'll seeeeeeee
you're not much of a drinker. you only drink, really, socially. you limit yourself to two drinks, three if you're having a good time. you never mix alcohols (helps with not having a hangover if you do push your limit), you drink water between drinks and you always make sure you've got an appetizer or side dish to ensure you also have food in your stomach. you know your body, you knew your limits.
but it's the second week after you and your super hot, older boyfriend broke up and you're not really keeping count of the drinks your friends are buying you and you haven't had much of an appetite since, the handful of truffle fries you had after your first drink not doing much to absorb all of the alcohol you've consumed.
all that to say: you're very fucking drunk right now. the thirty minute cab ride (only made that long because it took half of that for dennis to wrestle you and trinity into the waiting car) led you right to your apartment and, in what feels like, a blink of an eye, you're in dennis's bed as he whispers there's a water bottle and two motrin on the bedside table for you before he tells you he'll be on the couch if you need anything.
but suddenly, all alone without the heavy bass of the club's music and the flow of drinks and trinity scream singing in your ear and dennis's hands trying to hold the both of you up, you're left to your own thoughts and devices. and all roads lead to one thing, or at least one person: jack abbot. the aforementioned ex who has been plaguing you mind, body and soul.
dennis made the mistake of leaving your phone plugged into the charger in his room instead of in the kitchen like you all planned to prevent exactly what you were about to do. but: no dennis, no trinity and phone free - what else were you supposed to do?
are u uppppp
you moved to place your phone down, not expecting a response right away. but you didn't even have time to lock your phone before a message came back.
Yes
I'm on shift tonight. Of course I'm up.
oh
Are you ok?
i'm great
why wouldn't i be
You're texting me. And it's nearly 2 in the morning.
Weren't you going out tonight?
keeping tabs on me?????
Word travels fast.
Are you ok?
just wanted to say hi
missed u
you're met with silence for the next couple of minutes, long enough that your eyes start to droop and your phone starts to slip from your hands. you're immediately brought back to life when your phone starts ringing, causing you to groan at the splintering headache it brings you.
"what?" you grumble, shoving half of your face into the pillow.
"are you drunk?"
"what's it to ya?" you slur, your giggling dying at the sigh he heaves on the other line. "don't be mad at me, jackie."
"not mad," he quickly amends, remembering the one time you got drunk in front of him and how easily weepy you got when you thought anyone was upset with you. "just worried. where are you?"
"in bed."
"oh," he breathes out, this time it sounds relieved. "you're home. can i come see you in the morning?"
"not my bed," you correct casually, not knowing the sick feeling it would twist in jack's stomach. you were texting him from someone else's bed? he can't even feel a little bit satisfied, because he can't get over the fact that you're not alone in your own bed. "dennis took the couch, gave me the bed."
"fuck," jack breathes out, his hand coming up to drag over his face. "you're alone?"
"mhm," you hum, pulling the comforter up to your chin. "but i missed you."
"yeah?" he asks, swallowing thickly as he hears lena call out an ambulance coming in, six minutes out. "miss you too, sweetheart. i have to go, though. got a case coming in. will you try to get some sleep?"
"it'll be hard without you. it's been hard without you," you admit quietly, your voice so small it causes jack to clutch his phone tighter, wishing more than anything he could crawl through the receiver and crawl into bed with you.
"it's been hard for me too, baby," he whispers to you, like it was just a secret meant for you. "try for me. i'll check in with you in the morning. okay?"
"promise?" you ask in a whisper to match his, not hearing him make his promise to you, the sound of his voice causing you to drift off pretty quickly. jack only hangs up after he doesn't get a response from him calling out your name.
Not sure you'll remember this in the morning, but we spoke on the phone. Promised I'd check in on you in the morning. Make sure you take something for the headache, I'll talk to you when you wake up, baby.
he sends that before he chickens out, thumbs hovering over the keyboard for only a second before typing out a second message.
Jack Abbot who falls even harder for Reader than he thought possible when they decide not only to move in together but to find a place together. Reader who insists to their realtor that they only want to see one story houses.
Yes she knows Jack has figured out how to manage stairs with his crutches but she insists that he shouldn’t have to just “manage” and make it work. She understands he tends to go without his prosthetic at home as he does need a break from it and needs to let his residual limb breathe in order to avoid skin breakdown.
She knows a one story place will be way more assessable for him than having to deal with stairs.
She considers his needs even when he tries to insist that it’s not a big deal and she shouldn’t accommodate or sacrifice her wants for him.
She has to remind him that there is no sacrifice as her wants involve a home her boyfriend can feel comfortable in and move freely in without stressing his body.
She does occasionally have to remind him that there is zero shame in admitting his body’s needs. She has to remind him that admitting when he’s tired or in pain is not a sign of weakness, it is simply being aware of his own body.
She makes sure that the shower in their new place has a built in bench. She makes sure the doorways are wide enough if Jack ever does decide to break down and use his wheelchair, which he’s always super reluctant to do, that the chair can fit though them with zero effort.
She insists that her dream home involves a space where he can exist without effort. She loves him effortlessly and she wants him to live effortlessly with her.
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CONTAINS: 18+ MDNI, oral f receiving, p in v sex, jack domestically in a wheelchair <3, use of daddy, obviously, spanking, dirty talk, not proofread! 𓏲🪽˚. ˖ . ݁
JACK ABBOT... absolutely melts. He furrows his brows, purses his lips and coos as he swipes sweet kitten licks along your weeping cunt. He's got you sprawled on the kitchen table, planted in his wheelchair while he lifts your hips to his mouth. He's messy with it, sloppy kisses and licks along your clit, can't help but drag his teeth over it. You jerk in his grasp, a soft whine followed by a guttural, "daddyyyy oh my god!!!" spilling from your lips. He pauses for a moment, and you can feel him smile against you. "Sorry, honey, that hurt?" You nod, whimpering and squeezing your eyes shut. "Daddy can't help it, little clit's just so cute," he murmurs into you, and the vibrations are enough to send you over the edge. White spots line your vision, an all encompassing ache lurching through you as you arch off the table. "Daddy!!" You whine, earning you a few more harsh sucks, some slaps to your thighs, even. "Yeah, that's it, sweet girl," he murmurs against you. "Just needed daddy to straighten her out, hm?"
MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH... is mean. He's smug, your back flush to his chest as he pile drives you into the mattress. Sneaking his hand aronud your waist, he finds your clit, and rubs a quiet "oh! daddy!" right out of you. He slows his strokes at this, and you can practically hear the smirk stretching his lips. "Yeah?" He asks, sardonic and sick as he swats at your ass. "Y'need your daddy?" He asks, and you nod desperately against him. It's not enough, of course it's not enough, as he pulls back at your scalp, a sharp yank slicing through your skull. "Yes, Mikey, mmph!" You groan, another sharp slap delivered to your ass. "Daddy! I'm sorrry, daddy, I'm sorry," you wail, pushing impossibly closer to the edge. "Good fuckin' girl, little brat just needs her daddy, hm?" You nod, desperate and blubbery as he pushes you closer to your peak. "Yeah," he croons, "just needs daddy, let daddy take care of you."
andrew cody, even at his most dominant with you, hates hearing you beg. with every past girlfriend he'd loved it. wanted to make them squirm and cry and wait. but as soon as you say "please" for anything, it makes his gut twist around itself like a knife. the idea of his pretty girl being denied anything, ever, makes him fucking sick. he never allows you to doubt if you're going to get what you want, whether it's his cock or something from a high shelf or a new tennis bracelet. he borderline growls when you have to ask one of his brothers for something twice in a row because they didn't hear or ignored you the first time.
