Lumi!

ㅤㅤ⊹ ୨ 18 ୧ ࣭ ◖ She/they ◗ 𑁯ִଓ ˑ ܀

[lostintoxicz]

── NAV

𓇼 🌊⋆. lumi. she/they. Pan. 18. drifting like the tide.

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[robbyscoffee]

rabbot using their girl after a long day, & making you suck each of them off. and getting it all on film.

jack cooing about how well you’re doing while you suck robby’s dick, praising you like the good girl you are. “oh, i know, honey, robby’s bein’ real rough on you. . .but you’re taking it so well, aren’t you, sweet girl?” jack holding the phone with one hand while the other rubs the small of your back, occasionally stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you while robby ruts into the heat of your mouth. jack would capture every second of robby cumming down your throat, watching you struggle to contain every spurt of his thick ropes of cum down your gullet.

robby being so condescending as he fists his hand into your hair, driving you so far down jack’s dick that your nose brushes against his heavy balls. “keep slutting yourself out for the camera, baby. you like sucking daddy off, huh?” he’d croon as you grew teary from the roughness of it all, staring up at jack who was so much sweeter in contrast. robby would put your face in the view completely while jack painted it white, releasing with a pleasured shutter as you milked every drop with your hand.

rabbot who’d tell you what a good girl you are for getting them off ‹𝟹

[suturettee]

so i just watched ready or not 2 and seeing titus was like seeing pope again ugh i missed him so much i needed this little refresher😮‍💨

[girlp3rv]

is it just me or does this lowkey look like pope…

after you’ve tested his patience by teasing him all day, pope decides he’s finally had enough, and drags you off to his bedroom.

“wasn’t this what you wanted?”

a.n. i finally made a twitter to repost vids without their awful captions lol

[moodyabbott]

i made this to respond to a tiktok comment for one of my edits. sharing with u guys too lol

[groovyangelkisses]

jack is so “back scratcher” husband :(

like he knows it soothes you before bed & gets you extra comfy, so he does it every night(or whenever you’re having anxiety) without a second thought!

and he doesn’t just scratch the same place over & over until it’s raw— no, that’s lazy, and jack abbot is never half-assed when it comes to you.

lightly scratching your back, your arms & thighs, giving you little kisses while he cuddles you closer under his left arm as you lay on your tummy. whispering “you’re gonna be so cozy, gonna sleep so good tonight baby. mmm, is that nice? you all snuggly?”

[tinythebunni]

Jack Abbot giggly sex!!!

thinking about Jack Abbott who's a little off balanced during sex due to the amputated leg. If he keeps the prosthetic on during sex, which is a huge NO, it'll creak and make it difficult to fully maneuver, as well as discomfort for the partner when it rubs against them awkwardly during heated moments.

But if he takes it off, then he's wobbly and having to rely on his arms for full support, occasionally slipping. its been a bit, since the original procedure, but he never fully gained back his balance.

to him, this meant his sex life was done. reduced to lonely nights in his overpriced apartment, jerking off to whatever. and since he hated porn, deeming it too glamorized and airbrushed, it was whatever blurry memories he could pull up without crying.

Until he meets you one quiet night, going out for a walk to escape the nightmare that previously plagued him. You clicked fast, old souls in two different ways. ways you both were okay with and appreciated. craving something different, you both decide to see where this heat takes you.

Sex with Jack Abbott is giggly and messy and comfortable. its hushed whispers and fuzzy moments with flushed cheeks as you both laugh about Jack slipping when kissing you on top. It's reassuring him that every part of him is beautiful, even the parts worn by age and ones torn from him during trauma.

Giggly sex with Jack Abbott is happy and not so scary when the man you're doing it with isn't so untouchable and perfect the whole time.

Sex with Jack Abbott. Sex with Jack Abbott. sex.....

[lostintoxicz]

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[science-hoes]

Michael Robinavitch Lactation Kink + NSFW gif (under the cut) 🫶🏼

It wasn’t often that you woke up before your children on a day off. Between the fucked up sleep schedules and odd night shifts that Robby would take so he could spend the day helping with the kids, you and your husband were desperate for a second of extra rest. Usually your newborn was screaming through the baby monitor, or the tiny pitter patter of feet trailed into your room followed by your seven-year-old daughter and two-year-old son tackling you and Robby.

But not this morning.

The house was still so quiet, oddly so, but just like in the emergency department, you didn’t dare utter the word or even think it too loud.

Robby laid beside you, the comforter up to his neck, nestled into the pillow. He was out cold from waking up in the middle of the night to give your baby girl a bottle and sing her back to sleep. He looked so handsome, hair tossed in all directions, the gray slowly streaking more and more of it. The glow of dawn crept through the curtains, and you could see the gorgeous profile of his nose outlined by the light.

Just when you were about to make a move to snuggle closer, you felt a strong discomfort in your chest. Your breasts were full and ready to be pumped empty, but doing so would require you to get out of bed, make noise, and possibly ruin this incredibly peaceful morning.

So you opted for your human pumping machine. Your husband loved to drain you with his mouth any chance he got. Ever since your oldest daughter was born, Robby was hooked on suck you dry, letting you bounce on his cock, fucking you into a euphoric oxytocin high.

You started pressing kisses across his broad shoulders, slowly up his neck. Robby’s breathing fell out of its steady rhythm, and his throat muscles shifted when your lips massaged them. He let out a drowsy hum, turning his head slightly in your direction, eyes still shut.

“Mornin’, kid.” He mumbled.

You smiled against his skin, carefully throwing one thigh over his hips to straddle him, squishing your body against his.

“Want some breakfast?” You asked sweetly, moving your lips to his beard, kissing the roughness.

Robby instinctively brought his hands to your hips, dragging them across his morning wood concealed by boxers. “Whatcha thinkin? Want me to cook some bacon and eggs?” He asked.

You sighed in playful thought before moving further up his body until your chest hung above his eyes, still closed.

“I’ve got something sweeter.” You teased.

Before Robby could respond, he opened his eyes, only to be met with your engorged breasts. You lowered yourself just enough so that one of your aching nipples drug slowly against the sharp outline of his nose. He let out a guttural moan, gripping your hips tighter.

“Really?” He asked, dark brown eyes shining with excitement.

You squeezed your breast a bit to stimulate the let-down reflex, tiny pearls of milk beginning to bead at your nipple. His mouth watered at the sight.

“Yeah. Figured you could use some creamer before your coffee.” You giggled.

Robby’s mouth latched onto your bud with haste, suckling quickly to coax your let-down reflex. Muscle memory led your hips back over his, pulling your cotton panties to the side to sink on his cock that he pulled out of his boxers. He rocked you gently against him, the gentle tug of his lips on your breast amplifying the pleasure.

The pins and needles sensation from the let-down overwhelmed your chest and stormed through your body, but the oxytocin rush soon relieved your senses. Robby let out a growl when the constant stream of milk trickled onto his tongue, swallowing every last drop. His calloused fingers played with your other nipple, tugging and massaging, until it sprayed his bare chest with your cream.

The feeding session ended with an orgasm from each of you. Robby was milk drunk, and you were still high from the oxytocin rush. Within minutes of your sweet releases, the baby monitor shrilled with the cries of your baby girl.

Robby sighed, but a smile still graced his lips. “Want me to get her?” He asked, carding his fingers through your hair.

You hummed and shook your head. “No, I’ll get her. How about you get working on those eggs and bacon you mentioned?”

He chuckled and climbed out of bed, hoisting his boxers back over his hips. He grabbed the towel hanging on the bathroom door and wiped away the excess milk on his chest and arms. “Think I’ll even make pancakes.” He suggested.

You quirked a smile and propped your head on a hand. “Pancakes? You’re in a good mood.”

Robby dressed himself in gray sweatpants and his old Pitt Med t-shirt before leaning down to kiss you. “Started the day off pretty good, don’t ya think?”

[marlboroughmills]

dirty santa - j.a.

✧･ﾟ: * pairing: Jack Abbot x Female!Wife!Reader

✧･ﾟ: * summary: jack is always willing to try out new things for you, but he has no idea what he’s in for this time :)) pittcember day 1!

✧･ﾟ: * content: smut (18+ MDNI), use of a cock ring, clit rubbing, oral (f receiving), unprotected p in v, soft femdom, handjob, overstim, male squirting. reader helps with his prosthesis bc we gotta be tender along w/ the porn you know? (wc: 3.7k)

Unbelievably, it was a gag gift at the Pitt holiday party, which has gotten progressively raunchier over the years. It started with small bottles of lube and ridiculous lingerie made of Smarties and thin sugar paper. Now, you can expect to get anything from an innocent heated throw blanket to a vibrator, depending on who’s buying, and everyone has learned to roll with it. 

But when Jack opened the small box, you were expecting a gift card to a local restaurant or a pack of saucily-illustrated playing cards or something. The size of it didn’t seem to have much potential on the Dirty Santa spectrum.

Instead, it was a black silicone ring. It came with a slip of paper with warnings and cleaning instructions, and the front side simply declared: PLEASURE. Jack smirked and held it up for each person in Robby’s living room to see. Drunk and ready for hilarity, everyone had fallen out laughing, especially Robby, whose face was so red that Dana had to check that he was still breathing.

Mel hid her face in her hands and wished she could disappear into the carpet. Trinity whistled and shouted, “Dr. Abbot’s gonna have some fun this Christmas!” But she was three rum and cokes deep and the words were a little wobbly. Everyone howled at her slurring while Jack closed the box and dropped it in your gift bag. (You had gotten fuzzy slippers, which you would defend from Dirty Santa theft with your dying breath if you had to.)

“Wait, wait, wait,” Jesse whined. “Anyone wanna steal?”

Feeling courageous from all the wine, you climbed on to Jack’s lap and threw out an accusing finger at Jesse. “You suggest such a thing at your peril, Mr. Van Horn!”

“Horn’s in his name for a reason,” Princess quipped, and the room exploded into laughter all over again. She walked over to the gift pile to get her own pick, since it was her turn after Jack, and effectively cut off further debate. “Let the old man have his cock ring. It’s my turn.” 

Jack had shaken his head and hidden his face in your shoulder. You ran your hand through his gray curls and whispered in his ear, “Merry Christmas to me too, hm?”

When the two of you got home, he put it in his bedside drawer and forgot about it. Even though Princess called him an old man—and he guesses he’s getting really close to that category—he’s never had trouble getting it up. Or keeping it up, especially not for you. Usually he has more stamina than you do.

An innocuous week goes by. He comes home from a twelve-hour shift, but he’s practically bursting with energy. He had a large coffee around four and is now wide awake as the sun comes up. You can tell because he wakes you up with open-mouthed kisses to your neck, and he’s rutting against your thigh, even though he’s still on top of the covers.

“Jack,” you whine. He pulls back the duvet so he can cup your heat over your pajama bottoms, and you gasp. It’s ridiculous how quickly he can make you wet. As though he can hear your thoughts, Jack presses the heel of his hand into your clothed clit hard, and you can feel his scruff as he smiles into your collarbone. “Let me at least brush my teeth first, you animal.”

He growls and rolls his palm a few more times before he withdraws his hand. You notice he’s panting, and you feel your nipples pebble under your bralette at the sound of his breaths. Maybe you really are just animals.

“You have three minutes.” His hazel eyes are dark with want.

“Five?” You jump off the mattress and toe into the fluffy slippers you got from the party.

“Four and no more,” he groans. As you run over to the bathroom door, you notice he’s stripped down to his gray briefs, and you can tell that under the fabric he’s half-hard already. He didn’t even bother to take off his prosthesis before he woke you up. You swallow at the sight.

You shove your toothbrush into your mouth and use one hand to try to do something with your hair, even though Jack will ruin it again in mere moments. To your surprise, you hear him padding down the hall, and then he’s behind you, crowding you into the bathroom counter. You expected him to stay on the bed and stroke himself, honestly, but he must be feeling extra needy this morning. He wraps his arms around you; his hands are still cold from being outside, but he runs them up under your shirt and plays with your bra. The stark bathroom light makes the freckles in his skin stand out even more.

“Baby,” you chide, your mouth full of toothpaste, so the consonants aren’t very sharp. You can feel his dick pressing against your backside, and you lean over the sink so that you’re rubbing up against him.

“Fuck me,” Jack huffs. How he can find you sexy in your polka dot pajamas and white foam all over your lips is a mystery, but you personally can’t solve it while he’s kneading one of your breasts with his callused palm. You rinse out your mouth.

“Is my sweet boy desperate for me?” you tease, and the guttural sound he makes in your ear is divine. He keeps one hand at work on your chest and slips the other into your pajama bottoms and into your panties. You see him grin in the mirror as his fingers snag on your clit.

“Want you to need me as bad as I need you,” he murmurs into your ear. He uses two fingers to drag along your sensitive bud, and you’re afraid he’s already making his wish come true. Jack squeezes your clit between two fingers and twists. Before you realize it, you’re standing on your toes and grinding on his hand. You reach behind yourself to tug on his curls, which makes him groan into your neck. His teeth run over the skin there.

“I want your mouth, Jack,” you sigh. “Please.” 

Both of his hands are suddenly withdrawn, but only to spin you and easily yank down your pajama pants and underwear. While you didn’t mean he necessarily had to do it here on the hard tile, you can’t complain, not when he’s eyeing you like this. Your pussy is glistening already; you can tell just from how the air feels against it. Jack can see it, and he curses under his breath. When you climb onto the counter between the two sinks, he lifts both your knees, and your slippers fall to the floor.

He kneels on the rug and spits on your wet folds. The casual way he does it takes your breath away.

 “Pretty girl,” he moans. Then his tongue follows the path of his own saliva. You gasp as his tongue traces figure eights across your clit. His early morning scruff only adds to the overwhelming pleasure of his expert mouth, and you feel the back of your head hit the mirror when your back arches. He alternates between caging your clit between his lips, sucking, and delving his tongue into your entrance.

Jack knows exactly what to do to make you happy. To have you melting before him.

“Baby, that feels so good,” you practically sob. His fingers tighten on your thighs at your praising tone. “Your mouth is so perfect. My good boy.”

Somehow, with those words, his magic reaches a new level. Open-mouthed kisses to your clit become devastating, harsh sucks, and the pop of his lips when he releases your tender skin makes your face heat. He begins licking stripes from your hole to your clit until tears blur your vision and your legs start to shake. You pin him to you with your hands fisted in his hair. Warmth spreads from your calves up into your thighs and into your quaking pussy. When he feels you coming undone, he pauses to say, “Cum for me, sweetheart. I need it.” He swirls his tongue around your bundle of nerves to make sure you do. 

“Fuck! Jack!” you scream, thankful you live in a huge house and not some paper-wall apartment. He continues assaulting your folds as you whimper, wanting to draw out every moment, and the bastard is swallowing every drop that your weeping cunt produces. 

At last, you beg him to stop, completely overwhelmed, and he rests his head on your thigh. His fingers lovingly run up and down your calves. When he looks up at you, you can see the gray scruff on his chin glistening, and your pussy clenches all over again at the picture before you.

When you can catch your breath, you lean forward and hold out your hands. With his prosthesis, he needs help up, and you can only imagine how his leg aches after a shift. Although you don’t know how to tell him—even after all these years—it’s a beautiful thing to be useful to someone as sturdy and competent as Jack Abbot. He uses one of your hands and the counter to slowly lift himself before helping you down off the vanity. 

Jack kisses you, knowing how you love the taste of yourself combined with his mouth, even though you would never admit such a thing.

“Go lie down and I’ll take care of you,” you command. He winks and leaves.

Legs still a little wobbly, you crouch to get alcohol wipes from under the sink, then head back to the bedroom with the packet in hand like a fawn just learning how to walk.

Jack is on the edge of the bed, hands on the mattress behind him, so he can stretch his leg out at an angle to the floor. You can see the precum stain on the front of his gray boxers. Fuck. You have to ignore it for now. You kneel between his knees and help him take off the prosthesis.

“My handsome husband is so good to me,” you say, gently propping the piece up on the floor so you can wipe the liner. As you do, you kiss the inside of his thigh, and he sighs. He strokes his hand over your hair while you finish cleaning the socket.

You’re not sure when he lost the urge to recoil from you seeing his scars, but thankfully your relationship is past that point now, and he can only groan with relief while you massage his residual limb. “Does that feel good?” you ask in your sweetest voice.

“Yes,” he says, fully lying back on the bed now. “But don’t think I’ve forgotten what I was promised after I let you brush your teeth.”

You knead a tiny bit harder. Although you want it as badly as he does, you usually don’t get this much time to tease, and it’s irresistible. “Don’t you wanna shower? A bath, maybe? I’m sure you had a long night.”

“Showered before I left.” He sits up suddenly, and you freeze at the intensity of his face. “What I want is for you to get up here and let me fuck you.”

You toss the alcohol wipe into the small trashcan and put the wipes on his nightstand. “But you woke me up so early.” Nevertheless, you straddle his thighs, and put your lips an inch away from his. He leans forward and bites your lower lip. When he rolls it between his teeth, you whimper, and he sneaks his tongue in your mouth. He also grinds his hips up into yours, and the cloth of his briefs slides along your still-sensitive core. Jack grins into your mouth when you hiss. 

As a punishment, you pull back, even as he leans forward to chase your mouth. You put your palm over his lips and tut. “I think waking me up at this ungodly hour deserves a punishment.” You lean over to the top drawer of his nightstand and pull out the little box he had unwrapped a week ago. 

At the sight, Jack instantly begins whining. “But honey—”

“Hush—”

“Honestly, I think I’m already too hard to even get it on—”

“Shut it,” you say, grabbing his jaw and pressing into the hollows of his cheeks hard. He has no choice but to obey. With your other hand, you take out the cock ring, and when you’re satisfied he won’t complain anymore, you command, “Strip and lie down.”

He helps you stand before dropping his briefs. He is in fact half-hard still, but you can work with it. Jack settles himself back in the middle of the bed and runs a hand over his eyes, agitated and still leaking precum.

You settle yourself next to his left knee and stretch the ring as far as it’ll go with your fingers. As you slide it down Jack’s shaft, he groans and bucks his hips, but you slap his stomach. Little brat. He involuntarily bucks again at the pain, but seeing your commanding glare, he settles.

“If you’re good and still for me, I’ll be nice,” you lie. He swallows thickly as you unbutton your pajama top and toss the shirt and your bra over the side of the bed. Then, he watches with unveiled lust as you straddle his hips with your own.

You take his thick length in your hand and slide the tip along the seam of your pussy. You’re thankfully a little less sensitive now, but you still grit your teeth, and Jack swears like a sailor. The sound of his soft skin through your slick folds is obscene in the quiet of your bedroom.

“Do you think I should ride you? Do you think you deserve it, hm?” You let maybe a centimeter of his tip slide inside your entrance, just to test him. He doesn’t move. Jack has become very well-trained, it seems. You try not to let that intoxicating thought derail you.

“Please, baby, I need you so badly,” he huffs. His fair skin is red from the exertion of obeying. 

“What do you need?” you hum, completely lifting off of him. Jack groans through gritted teeth.

“Your pretty pussy. I need to feel you around my cock. Please,” he begs. There’s nothing hotter in the world than someone as smart as Jack being pussywhipped for you. With relief, you sink down onto his leaking, throbbing cock, which is even more swollen than normal because of the ring at his base.

“Shit,” he spits. When he’s reached the hilt, his stomach goes concave with the effort of not thrusting up into you. He knows if he does that you’ll sit on his face until he suffocates and he’ll never get to cum. “Baby.”

You smile and slowly raise yourself, going up and down in languid motions. Because you know Jack loves it, you lean forward so that your chests are touching and kiss him deeply. When you pull back for air, you say, “My sweet husband goes out and saves lives all night. Then he comes home and I get to take care of him. Isn’t that right?”

“Yeah,” he answers. His hands at your waist are probably leaving scratches where he’s gripping you so hard, trying not to fuck you into oblivion. “Y-you treat me so well.”

You kiss him again and take him as deeply as you can, squeezing your walls and rolling your hips. Jack moans into your mouth and you know he’s moments away from losing his composure. You take his earlobe between your teeth and run your hands over his nipples, just to be mean, because it drives him insane every time. After a few more circles with your hips, you say right into his ear, “Beg for it.”

He doesn’t miss a beat. “Please let me fuck you, honey. I promise it’ll feel so good. Please, please.” The pure desperation in his voice makes your pussy clench, and he gasps. “You feel fucking amazing. God.”

His eyes are glazed over when you pull back to look into them. When you run your hand over his bottom lip, his tongue swipes over it, and you nearly shiver. The little jerk. Never one to defy you outright, but if he can needle you, he always takes the chance. You can feel another orgasm building, so this time you let it slide.

With your hands on his chest, you prop yourself back up. “Fine. You can fuck me as hard as you want, since you asked so nicely.”

Instantly, he’s adjusting his left knee so that he has better leverage to thrust up into you. His first thrust makes you squeak against your will. He feels absolutely huge at this angle.  Jack is biting his bottom lip hard and spearing you like it’s his last chance to ever fuck you. Every vein on his cock is searing inside of you. Another orgasm is creeping up your spine, even as Jack is just getting started.

The speed and intensity is making your breasts bounce, and he stares with awe as you reach up to hold them. “My beautiful wife,” he grunts, refusing to slow his speed. “Pretty girl with such a tight pussy.”

He knows that his dirty talking is usually what sends you over the edge. You put your hand over his mouth, but he only licks the skin of your palm and continues to shove you down on his dick with abandon. The slapping of his hips against yours makes your eyes roll back. Even though he doesn’t need a bigger ego, you can’t help but stutter, “J-Jack.”

He bites the thick flesh around your thumb lightly so you’ll pull your hand back. “Touch yourself. Wanna feel you cum around me.”

You shove two fingers into his mouth, and he diligently coats them with spit. He watches, mesmerized, as you use them to circle your clit furiously. A tingle goes up your neck and over your scalp. Jack’s pace doesn’t let up, and your thighs begin to quake. He’s hitting your most sensitive spot over and over. A primal groan rips out of you as stars explode behind your closed eyes. 

As your walls flutter, you start to gasp, because Jack isn’t even close to cumming. He’s panting and chasing a high that’s twice as hard to reach now. Overstimulated and whimpering, you grab his hands and lift yourself off him. He nearly yells with the loss of contact.

“Baby,” he groans, his dick red and stiff, glistening with your cum. You lie down next to him and put your head on his chest.

“I said I’d take care of you,” you say, still breathless. “And I meant it.” When you take him in your hand, he stops breathing for a moment. It’s astonishing just how swollen he is. You run your fingertips up and down his shaft and watch as his thick thighs tremble with anticipation.

You decide to focus on his tip, squeezing and twisting your palm, and Jack is immediately putty in your hands. Not wanting you to stop, he begs and praises and tells you he’ll do anything in the world for you if you just make him cum.

But of course you will. You’ll do more than that.

The squelching of his wet cock makes you moan into his ear. He’s lightly thrusting into your hand, which normally you would punish him for, but at this point you desperately want to see him paint himself with his own cum. His swollen tip begins to pulse in your hand, and his deep voice is scratchy with desire. “Please, can I cum?”

“You may.”

With a few more passes of your hand, he shoots ropes of white onto his abs, and his groans echo off the walls. He thrusts up into your palm mindlessly, a sheen of sweat visible all over his torso. The buildup from the cockring has you milking much more than normal from him, and you lean in to tell him what a good boy he’s been for you. “Look at all the cum. Is all that just for little old me, Dr. Abbot? That’s so hot, baby.”

He kisses you. “Fuck, that was incredible, sweetheart.”

But you’re not finished yet. You squeeze your hand hard and watch as his hips jerk. “I think you can give me more.” Before he can respond, you sit up and take him between both hands. You piston his length between your palms and watch as he realizes what you’re doing. He sucks his bottom lip into his mouth and closes his eyes.

“Ah—ah,” he mewls, his voice higher than normal with the sensation of it all. “Baby—”

“I need you to cum again, Jack,” you insist, not taking your eyes off his, not even to look at his beautifully swollen shaft. “I know you’ll give it to me. Because you love me. Yeah?” He looks like a beautiful painting as his mouth drops open into an o. He knows better than to writhe when you’re the one in control, but he’s getting very near it: his feet are flat on the bed, and his hips are slowly lifting.

“Baby, too much—I can’t—ach, fuck—” he swears when you turn your face into his propped-up knee and bite.

“Hips down,” you command. Chest heaving, he drops his torso back to the mattress. “I need my darling husband to cum again.”

Sweat drips down his brow as you mercilessly squeeze his cock, up, down, up, down. The sound of his panting goes straight to your still-soaking cunt. His breathing is dissonant as his whole torso rolls and he buries one cheek into his pillow. “Fuck!” 

Clear drops explode from his tip, up onto his chest and onto the headboard. The sounds he emits are music to your ears. His jaw is so tight that it’s bringing out the cords in his neck. 

“Good boy,” you say, finally taking your hands off of him as he trembles. You climb up his exhausted frame to kiss his forehead.

“The hell was that?” he gulps, eyes unfocused.

You resist the urge to laugh, and instead tilt his face up to kiss his mouth. “The result of a really good Christmas gift.”

taglist: @cowardly-carrot-cowers @plutorice @h0ngh0ngh0ng

[maybetoast]

i got issues - jack abbot oneshot

pairing: jack abbot x fem!reader

summary: hopelessly in love with an older man.

warnings: MDNI! SMUT! 18+! (seriously) nsfw, unprotected piv (wrap it up pls), age gap, power dynamics, daddy issues, use of pet names (babygirl, daddy, princess, etc.) oral (f! recieving), spit, hair pulling.

word count: 1600ish?

a/n: my first post since coming back and it's NASTY.

Your therapist had a word for it.

You couldn’t quite remember exactly what it was, something with transference in it, or attachment schema, the kind of phrase that sounded clinical enough to keep you from feeling too seen.

Whatever the word was, the meaning was clear enough;  you had a type and that type was men twice your age that gave you even an ounce of attention. You'd laugh it off in your therapist’s office,  but you’re not laughing now.

Because now, you’re straddling the waist of your very hot, much older, senior attending, as he whispers sweet little encouragements in your ear.

“You're s’pretty” he hummed, his hands having purchase on your hips, guiding them in a slow grind against his very obvious erection.

“Jack” you whined, and that only seemed to egg him on more. 

His large hand slipped down the front of your pants, toying with the lace of your panties before slipping beneath it. He dragged his fingers through your folds, finding you absolutely soaked. “you’re drippin’ babygirl.. want me that bad” He hummed, his calloused middle finger finding your clit, rolling small tight circles.

Your body reacted immediately, hips bucking into his hands, your long lashes fluttering against your cheeks.

“Open your eyes babygirl.. look at me..” he practically groans. You whine in protest, and his hands immediately stop.

“Mm-baby.. no don’t stop.. please..” you whine, your hips chasing the friction.

“told you to open yr’eyes” he grumbled. You immediately open your eyes “They are open” it comes out as a whine

“But they weren’t baby.. Didn’t listen t’me”

“I can listen.. I can listen i promise” 

Jack's large hand finds the back of your neck, not rough, but guiding— pulling you into a messy kiss. It’s all tongue and teeth “open your mouth” he mumbles against your lips, and when you obey…

he spits, right into your mouth.

“yr’a good girl.. aren’t you, princess?” he says as he drags his thumb on your lip, smearing the saliva all over your lips like it’s lipgloss. 

“Mm.. so good daddy” you whimper, letting him drag your bottom lip down, showing your teeth.

His thumb slips between your lips, pressing your tongue and you know the queue. You wrap your lips around it, hollowing slightly, eyes locked on his as he groans.

He can’t take it anymore, in half a second he has you lifted up from the couch and he’s carrying you over his shoulder, his palm flat against your ass as he makes his way to his bedroom.

“Daddy’s gonna be so good to you..” he murmurs as he lays you down across his bed, and he just stands there for a moment, taking in the sight. Your hair fanned out like a halo– like the most beautiful angel he’s ever seen in his entire life. 

He’s moving before you can even breathe, hands pulling at your leggings, discarding them unceremoniously to the floor. He slips his hands between your legs again, finding the lace of your panties slick and sticky. He presses his fingers against your clothed clit while his mouth finds your neck, kissing, sucking, biting.

“Tell me what you want..” he groans, his hand finding a steady pace and pressure.

“You baby.. You… want you” you whine like the good girl you are.

“That’s my good girl”

Jack pulls your panties off, and he’s between your legs before you can even process he was moving. He presses kisses to the spot your thigh meets your hip, a soft bite, then more kisses.  He trails kisses over until he’s so close to where you need him, and you whine.

“Words babygirl..” he reminds you.

“Please..”

“Please what?”

“Jack..” another whine

“Please… what?”

“Your mouth..”

And then he’s on you, tongue flicking your clit, and he groans. “Taste s’good babygirl.. So sweet for me..” 

“J-jack” you gasp, hand immediately fisting his hair, keeping him close.

His tongue flattens, keeping his head still as your grind your hips against him, fucking his face. “Just like that baby.. Use me.. Use daddy” he says horsely.

Your fingers tighten in his curls, your hips finding the perfect pace. Your moans have dissolved into filthy whimpers, so close– you’re so close.

“Gonna… oh my god.. Jack..” you cry out, as your legs start to tremble. He takes his queue, shoving two fingers into your aching cunt, curving it to find that spongey spot he loves so much

“Yes.. yesyesyes..” you gasp, whining like a mantra. 

Your back arches, fingers tighten, and then you’re right there. Your walls flutter around his fingers and he just groans, working you through it. His tongue slows, not enough to lose contact, but enough to avoid overstimulation.

“Good girl.. You’re so good babygirl..”

After a few minutes of lazy licks and slow pumps, he pulls away, kissing up your body and pulling your shirt with it.

“Take a minute baby.. Daddy’s spoiling you tonight” he mumbled, biting your hip. He continues to pull your shirt up, until it’s off and tossed into the same spot the rest of your clothes went. 

As you come down, panting and slick with sweat, he rises up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, eyes gleaming with raw hunger. “Good girl, you came so hard for Daddy. Now look at what you did to me.” He unzips his pants slowly, teasing you, and his cock springs free—heavy, thick, veined like ropes under the skin, the fat head already leaking pre-cum in pearly beads.

It’s bigger than you imagined, curving slightly upward, and at 22 years older, he’s still rock-hard, throbbing with need, the tip flushed dark red. The sight makes your spent pussy clench with fresh hunger, aching to be filled despite the soreness.

He strokes himself once, twice, smearing the pre-cum over the shaft, eyes never leaving yours. “Tell me how bad you want it baby.. Tell me you want my cock” 

“Yes—please, Daddy, fuck me hard, stuff me full,” you beg, wrapping your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, heels digging into his ass. The infatuation burns brighter than ever—this is your boss, your mentor, the one man who could make or break your career, and you need him inside you like air, need his cum to wash away the emptiness.

He nudges the tip at your entrance, rubbing it through your slickness, coating himself in your release before thrusting in with one brutal stroke, bottoming out to the hilt. You cry out at the stretch, walls gripping him like a vice, the burn mixing with pleasure as he fills you completely, his balls pressing against your ass. “So fucking tight... shit, babygirl, this pussy’s made for Daddy’s cock, isn’t it baby?”

He pulls back only to slam in again, setting a punishing pace right away, hips snapping against yours with wet smacks, balls slapping your ass rhythmically. The bed creaks under the force, headboard thumping the wall as he fucks you deep, cock dragging over every sensitive ridge inside you.

You claw at his back, nails leaving red trails on his skin, and he hisses in approval, pounding harder.

He grunts, leaning down to capture your mouth in a messy, bruising kiss, tongue invading as he swallows your moans. You taste yourself on him, the musky tang mixing with his groan, and it drives you wild. His hand wraps around your throat—not squeezing hard, just holding firm, a reminder of his control, his thumb pressing your pulse point. 

He pulls back from the kiss, hocking another glob of spit onto your tongue before sealing his lips over yours again, forcing you to swallow it down while he rails your cunt.

He shifts angles, hooking your legs over his shoulders to fold you in half, driving even deeper, the head of his cock battering your cervix with each thrust. “Fuck, yes—right there!” you sob, pussy fluttering around him, the pressure building impossibly fast.

He flips you suddenly, manhandling you onto your stomach with ease, yanking your hips up so you’re on all fours. 

He slaps your ass cheek hard, the sting blooming into heat, then lines up and thrusts back in, fucking you from behind like an animal. His hand fists your hair, pulling your head back as he rails you, free hand reaching around to pinch and twist your clit. He leans over, spitting directly onto your stretched pussy where his cock pistons in and out, the added slickness making everything wetter, filthier, the sounds obscene as it mixes with your juices.

“Gonna... oh my god...” you cry out, legs trembling as the new position lets him go deeper, cock hitting spots that make stars burst behind your eyes. Your second orgasm builds like a storm, crashing over you without warning—you clench around him, milking his length with rhythmic squeezes, walls pulsing as you cum hard, juices squirting around his pistoning cock.

“That’s it—cum on Daddy’s dick, soak me,” he orders, thrusts turning erratic, hips stuttering. He yanks your head back further, spitting into your open mouth one last time as you gasp through the climax, the warm fluid sliding down your throat while he claims your body.

With a final, guttural roar, he buries himself balls-deep, hot cum flooding your pussy in thick, endless spurts. You feel every pulse, the warmth spreading inside you, claiming you completely as he grinds against your ass, emptying himself until it leaks out around his shaft. He collapses over you, chest heaving against your back, cock still twitching inside your filled cunt.

In the afterglow, he rolls you both to the side, staying buried deep as his fingers trace lazy patterns on your hip. “You’re perfect, babygirl– don’t ever doubt that.” He kisses your shoulder, soft now, and for the first time, the ache from those daddy issues feels a little less empty, replaced by the sticky warmth of his seed and the weight of his body.

[dommommygracyn]

thinkin about ellie getting off to you — ⚢♡︎☺︎︎ new moots??

masturbation, fingering, cursing, ellie’s sorta a perv. no use of y/n men dni

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It was late when Ellie rolled over in bed. She should be tired. She ran patrols all day. Helped out in the stables for a few hours too. But she was wide awake. Antsy even.

Ellie couldn’t help her naturally high libido, so this truly wasn’t her fault. She groaned slightly as she rolled onto her back. Her hand slid under the blanket, to the hem of her boxers which were already dampening. She let her legs spread, hand pushing past the band of her boxers. Maybe this would help her fall asleep.

Her fingers found her little sensitive clit, brushing over the bundle of nerves. She sucks in a breath, cheeks already flushing pink. She took her bottom lips between her teeth as she rubbed little slow circles on her clit. She closed her eyes, letting her mind go. Her mind flicks to you. Her breathing goes a little heavier. She imagines you, your scent, your touch.

“Shit.”

Her fingers dip down, down to her sopping little hole. She let herself believe that it wasn’t her though. Not her fingers pushing into her wet cunt. She whines at the feeling, eyes squeezed shut, brows knit together in focus. Little pants leave her mouth as she finds a rhythm with her two digits.

Her mouth falls slightly agape, breathy noises falling past her lips. She imagines your voice, the way you talk to her. Today on patrol she was surprised she didn’t embarrass herself with how flustered she got.

She fingers work faster, curling to meet the right spot. She moans, roughly. Your names falls from her lips, once, twice.

She felt her orgasm approaching, stomach tightening. “Ah— fuck shit.” Her thighs tremble. Meaningless babbles of curses and your name escaping her lips when her orgasm hits.

Her pussy squeezes around her fingers, imagined images filling her mind. What you’d look like with her, touching her like this. A rough high moan pushed from her lips. Body locking up. She came hard. Harder than usual when she got herself off. Her body shook, trembled. When she did come down, her body went limp. She took a moment to catch her breath. Boxers now absolutely soaked.

When she did regain a bit of composure. She rolled over, exhaustion filling her mind and body. She was out like a light.