no idea how to introduce myself on here..but hi. im ro, 25 and when im not working i imagine all the nasty scenarios i would end up in with shawn hatosy characters. that’s about it really.
brat tamer jack abbot who cannot stop fucking you even though he keeps claiming that he despises you. it’s not normal for him to hate viscerally but you’re the very exception. except he can’t stay away and he keeps ending up thrusting inside you every night as you continue to goad him on how addicted he is to you..
bello okthis is my first tag game im doing it for u peanut @wary-peanut
hair colour: light brown
favourite colour: blue
favourite drink: mayb multifruit juice
thing i like about me: that im great at talking with other people and im not awkward at all
animal: either a snake a dog or an otter. or maybe a freaky hybrid of those combined
dream place: probably to australia because i want to meet my aussie goat and pet an emu
looking forward to: my birthday so that i get money and maybe buy myself huge minion plushie
biggest dream: live a chill little life with my best friends and partner mayb in my comfy little apartment in a country where it is COLD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
song on replay: can i just say my playlist where i throw in everry song ive ever heard
tags........ dont slime me out pls.. i dont have many moots........
I laughed when I saw that you only tagged two people im sorry can you forgive me
Hair color: PINK YAY
Favorite color: maybe pink or orange or blue or green… or yellow or purple… there’s too many options but I think rainbow or super bright colors or or or
Favorite drink: GRAPE JUICE or something else like matcha or just water is ok
Thing I like about me: I like that if I meet someone super introverted I become the most extroverted person alive
Animal: SQUIRREL SQUIRREL SQUIRREL or deers or bunnies or dogs
Dream place: IRELAND OR CANADA
Looking forward to: the new phoebe Bridgers album :3 and also Wednesday because turtlewithhat will post on the bunch of friends channel #excited
Biggest dream: become a filmmaker and make a movie starring Ruby Cruz and she’s like oh wow you’re really good and she falls in love with me and we get married and and and- my other dream is to be a teacher ☺️
Song on replay: hmmskwinsais maybe maggots for brains by Olivia Rodrigo or blouse by clairo or buy me presents by Sabrina Carpenter yay
idk where this came from or what happened here but uh enjoy a 3k world "drabble" that got way more nasty than I expected
this was inspired by this ask and god I love you so much @quandoquires. in my head im calling this mad scientist!jack lol.
I don't usually put warnings on these shorter works but since this is basically a fic and I think this one probably deserves a few, here you go: dubcon (they're in an established relationship but there is no explicit consent for sex or really anything he does), vaginal fisting, major overstimulation, dacryphilia, multiple orgasms, oral f!receiving, sex toys, references to tying reader up
18+
Jack Abbot was dangerously curious.
He was a very smart man. Obviously. He was smart enough to get through med school at John Hopkin’s (top of his class, mind you) and to secure himself a job as an attending at the best trauma center in Pennsylvania. Smart enough to survive war.
He was also an inquisitive man. He liked to learn, he liked to study, and nothing was worse to him than not getting an answer. His name was on more research papers than he could count on both hands, and most of those were from back when he was just a student.
But the things he did to you would never end up in a research paper or in some article in a medical journal. Jack was sure if you’d let him, he could find some institution willing to publish his findings. Although, the only willing party would probably be PornHub or a similar site.
Established medical journals would likely not be all that interested in his experiments on the limits of female pleasure. Not to mention, his sample size was way too small to provide him with any valuable empirical data when it came to the rest of the population.
But Jack wasn’t interested in the rest of the population. He only wanted to study you. And boy did he.
He didn’t always plan out his experiments. Sometimes, he saw an opportunity and he took it.
Like the time he finally got you to try yoga with him.
He’d been content so far to let you sit on the couch and ogle him as he made his way through his routine. He always asked before he began if you wanted to join and you always said no, settling in on the same spot on the couch, coffee mug in hand, entirely focused on his form bathed in late afternoon sunlight shining through the massive windows. It wasn’t exactly relaxing for him, but he thoroughly enjoyed the feeling of your eyes raking over his naked body as he stretched and loosened his muscles before a long shift.
And every time he’d get halfway through his routine and say “you should join me.” And every time you would say “I am very happy to sit here and watch.” It became a routine of its own the two of you would engage in every day.
Except today, a day you both have off, he’s got you naked in your shared living room. When he’d asked you to join, you’d surprisingly said yes.
“Some of the nurses were talking about how yoga helps them focus before a shift,” you’d shrugged when Jack had raised an eyebrow, almost taken aback that you’d actually said yes when he’d extended the invitation. “I figured I’d give it a try and let you show me how to do it.”
You’d protested a bit when he’d insisted you get naked, too, but you’d complied.
“It’s more relaxing this way,” he’d said, his voice slipping into the deep, rasping register you regularly told him was downright slutty. “Let the sun warm your skin. Sink into the feeling.”
So you’d acquiesced, allowing him to guide you into pose after pose. You’d considered yourself a rather fit person, being familiar with other types of exercise and the nonstop rush of the ED, but you were sweating and trembling slightly after an hour of Jack manipulating you into positions your muscles were painfully unfamiliar with.
“One more, baby,” Jack was back behind you, his large hands settling on your waist. You let him bend you over, guiding you into downward dog.
Jack had been shamelessly half hard the entire time. How could he not be when he had you naked and sweating and oh so pliant beneath his hands? He’d been careful to keep from letting you feel his cock too much, though. There was no way he was going to squander the opportunity to bend and move you around to his heart's content. Not to mention, he truly did want you to start doing yoga with him. It would probably do you good before a shift.
But there was no shift today and Jack had you bent over before him, palms on the floor, ass in the air, and your legs straight and pressed together. He let his eyes rake over you, focusing in on the gleam of wetness coating your folds. He had a clear, uninterrupted view of the most intimate parts of you and it was getting to him. Very quickly, his cock had filled out, tip pressing against his lower stomach as he stared. He wondered just how long he could make you hold this pose.
“Jack,” you called out. He could see you adjusting the position of your feet slightly, fighting against the fatigue he knew you were feeling.
“Keep your back straight.”
Instead of doing the logical thing and walking around to your side, Jack instead stepped so he was almost straddling your legs. Your tensed thighs were between his and his hips and erection made contact with your ass when he lent over you slightly to place his palm squarely on your back.
“Hold it,” he felt a bit evil as he ground against you, feeling the slick that was seeping out of you coat the underside of his shaft.
“Jack, what-”
“Shh,” he kept one hand on your back as the other grasped his length, guiding it to where you were already dripping. He pushed in slowly until his hips hit your ass. “I want you to hold that position until I’m done, ok?”
Other times, Jack approached his experiments with a rough outline. He didn’t have every detail planned out, but he had an idea of what he wanted to test.
Like when he’d overheard you and your friend in the living room while he had banished himself to the bedroom so you could have some girl time. He hadn’t intentionally meant to eavesdrop, he’d only been planning to come grab some water from the kitchen, but he couldn’t help himself.
“-like all of? Seriously?”
“All of it. All five fingers.”
Jack couldn’t see you or your friend from where he stood hidden by the hallway. What he could hear was how shocked and appalled you sounded.
“There’s no way that felt good,” your voice was followed by the clink of your wine glass against the wood of the coffee table.
“Oh it definitely did,” your friend was laughing.
“I cannot believe you let your boyfriend stick his entire hand in your pussy.”
Oh.
Jack was getting an idea. He wondered how you’d take it if he did that. How well you’d stretch around him, how you’d sound when he pushed you farther than ever before. Maybe you’d whine and cry and beg for mercy. He wondered how it would feel when you came around his hand.
So Jack put together a loose plan, and he put it into action one night a week or so later after he’d already made you cum on his tongue and two of his fingers.
Your head was thrown back against the pillows, chest rising and falling rapidly as you came down from your orgasm. Jack still had his fingers buried in you, but his mouth had moved, pressing lazy kisses to the soft skin on the inside of your thigh. You didn’t push him away, though, allowing his still fingers to stay put, so he took that as his green light.
Carefully, he withdrew, only to add a third finger as he pushed back in. You whimpered, eyes still closed and head still resting on the pillows, but your hips jerked towards him. That spurred him on further.
He kept his movements slow, knowing he’d really need to work you up to it. With his tongue moving back to draw barely there circles around your clit, he began to spread his fingers wide within you. They alternated stretching against your walls and brushing over your g-spot with every thrust.
“Jack, fuck!” You were writhing against the sheets again, hips bucking into him, one hand tangled in his curls.
“Just a little more, baby,” Jack barely lifted his mouth from you to mutter the words. Before you could question him, his lips sealed over your clit, sucking and using his tongue to stroke it while his fingers pulled out, only to slide right back in, his pinkie joining them.
You were breathing hard now, still not clued in to his objective and too lost in the pleasure to notice exactly why you felt so full.
Jack was in awe. He didn’t dare take his mouth off you, wanting to make sure you were still feeling good while he stretched you, but his cock was throbbing at the thought of seeing just how well you took him. And you really were doing so good. Your walls parted for him like you were born to take all of him and you were dripping down his wrist. Jack really needed to invest in some waterproof sheets.
He took a little more time with four fingers than with three. The stretch of his thumb and his knuckles would be the biggest thing you’d taken by far and he wanted it to be painfree.
But he couldn’t let you cum until his whole hand was in you. If he let you cum now, the overstimulation might make it too painful. You’d also probably realize exactly what he was doing and he really wanted to see you take it all before your rational brain caught up to the horny part.
When all four fingers met no resistance and you were clenching around them and begging him for something he couldn’t make out through your babbling, he decided now was the time. He kept his movements slow and gentle, cooing and shushing you when you cried as he pulled out. The tips of fingers, literally dripping with you, came together and then they were pushing in.
You parted for him so beautifully. He wished he could watch, but his tongue had doubled down, curling around your clit mercilessly. His fingers met no resistance until the knuckle of his thumb.
“Jack?” Your voice was breathy, gasping for air. “What are you- ohhh!”
Your voice broke as he applied more pressure, pushing until your entrance gave into him and his hand slid in up to his wrist. The very tips of his fingers brushed against your cervix while his knuckles, by virtue of not having anywhere else to go, pressed into your g-spot hard.
The orgasm he’d been holding you back from exploded, and Jack watched with hungry eyes as your entire body convulsed. Your eyes rolled back, your mouth dropped open, and tears fell from your eyes. And he held you there, right at the peak of it. His tongue didn’t slow and he rocked his hand back and forth, stroking every inch of you.
To make it even better, Jack was rewarded for his efforts by you squirting. The fluid exploded out of you, soaking the bottom of his face and his forearm. His own eyes rolled back and his hips ground against the bed as he tasted you. The rhythmic clenching of your walls around his hand had him longing for that same feeling around his cock.
Finally, when you were sobbing and boneless, Jack relented. His head lifted away and slowly and tenderly, he pulled out. With wide eyes, he watched as you clenched around nothing once his hand was free. The sight of your stretched out little hole was almost enough for him to come in his pants. He wanted desperately to fuck you, but he wasn’t even. That was probably too much for your poor little fucked out body. So he settled for jerking himself off until the streams of his release were painting your folds white and dripping down to join the mess you’d made of the sheets already.
He was still kneeling between your legs, softly petting your inner thighs as he finally told you what he’d done and why. Your jaw had dropped and you’d called him insane, but he could see how your eyes focused on his hands, how you swallowed hard, and shifted against the mattress and he knew he’d have to do this again. Soon.
When Jack put his mind to it and constructed a concrete plan, he was damn near lethal. He liked a little bit of chaos in his life, but when it came to you, he really preferred everything to go smoothly. And the best way to ensure that was to make sure he had a step by step plan.
And for testing his newest hypothesis, he was well and truly prepared. A towel laying under your bottom half, a few formerly chilled water bottles that had long since warmed up, your favorite vibrator pressed between your legs, a dildo sitting unused on the comforter, and a notebook with four tally marks already written down.
“Jack!”
You were shaking, your breathing ragged and fast. Jack watched happily as he kept the vibrator pressed to your clit, not giving you any reprieve.
See, Jack was all too aware that one of his biggest shortcomings as a man was his refractory period. And at his age, it was even worse. But he was also very aware of the fact that women, especially you, his younger, hotter girlfriend, didn’t have the same issue. You could come back to back, the only thing stopping you was the increase in sensitivity and declining willpower to keep chasing that high.
But he was more than happy to keep pushing you. In fact, he was thrilled to do it. He’d been planning to push your limits since the first time he’d made you cum twice in one night, and so he’d planned. Jack waited until your busy schedules had kept the two of you from having sex for almost a week, wanting you ready and aching for it. It had given him time to plan, to think of everything he’d need and to contemplate his guess as to how many times he could make you cum.
He settled on ten. That seemed reasonable enough. You’d always been particularly receptive to him and exponentially sensitive after each orgasm. He had no doubt that you could do it.
“C’mon, sweetheart," he cooed while he leaned a little farther over you, keeping the vibrator in place even as your hand grabbed his wrist. A few tears were already leaking down your face as your body twitched and shook. God, he wanted to lick them up. “You can do it. Let go.”
“Jack, no I - I can’t-” you cut yourself off with a loud moan, arching up when his mouth met your breast. His teeth scraped over your nipple. “Too - too much!”
“‘S not too much,” Jack moved to your other breast, trying desperately to ignore his rock hard length straining against his boxers. It took everything in him to not grind against your thigh. “You can cum for me again.”
“No, no-”
It snuck up on you. Jack abandoned your breasts in favor of sitting back up to watch how your body locked up, all of your muscles tensing for one beautiful moment before it truly crashed over you. Your legs shook, your grip on his wrist tightened almost painfully, and your entire body was wracked with spasms. The best part was the noises you made. They were desperate high pitched whines and moans, your voice cracking and breaking over a shout of his name.
Jack couldn’t get enough. He loved to watch you cum. The sight of you falling to pieces at his hands was a better high than any drug could give him.
When your tears started falling more consistently and your body was still aside from the occasional twitch of an aftershock, Jack finally removed the vibrator. You were twitching, eyes barely open.
While he gave you a brief break, Jack leaned over to grab the pen on the nightstand. Carefully, he crossed through the four lines he’d spent the last hour crafting.
“Halfway there, baby,” his next step was to crack open one of the water bottles, bringing it to your lips to give you a sip.
“I can’t, Jack,” you were trying to squirm away as he put the lid back on the bottle, but he couldn’t have that. His hands grabbed your thighs and he yanked you back down the bed.
“Yes you can,” he picked up the dildo, tilting and examining it, relishing in the warring look on your face. He could see your fear, dampened heavily by the hunger in your eyes and the way your teeth dug into your bottom lip.
“It’s too much!”
You were trying to twist away from him again, but he couldn’t have that. Using his body weight to hold you down, he thrust the dildo inside of you, setting a ruthless pace.
He really should have tied you up. But oh well. Like any scientifically sound experiment, this one would have to be repeated. And he would be a very bad scientist if he did not make improvements as he went.
thinking of seemingly nice and caring jack abbot who’s actually incredibly manipulative and controlling. no one understands the way he possesses you and has you submit to him.
thinking of jack abbot who loves to have you sit on his lap while his cock is deep inside you. you’re so overstimulated, just can’t take it anymore and you need him to thrust up into you.
but he refuses to give in. he’s busy kissing you all over telling you how much he missed you and how his little girl needs to learn patience. you feel him twitching inside you, the most minuscule thrusts despite his ongoing lecture and you can’t help but whine and sob.
he won’t fuck you till you’re sobbing and scratching at his chest. not until you’re speaking gibberish and almost on the verge of giving up entirely which is when he finally fucks you. thrusting into you like a madman - praising you, mocking you, making you feel insane.
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