Slay

Criminal minds brainrot with the occasional other fandom | they/she/he | music nerd | 18

[slaygirl466]

if anyone i know irl finds this account no you didn’t

[fawnsweetie]

‘that’s like jamming a shark into a ziplock bag’

andrew cody who just doesn’t know how to fuck! his cock is just so big that whenever he gets close to fucking one, either he chickens out or the other person does. so, when andrew starts dating you, and hasn’t fucked you in the first six months, you think it’s just an issue from his past! not an issue, per say, because you’re perfectly contented to have him eat your pussy day and night as he so desires. but you just think maybe it’s trauma from his mom or a byproduct of his stay in prison, and he just wasn’t able to get hard. but then, one night once he’s finished licking and sucking at you for the past three hours and your practically wrung dry, you watch him go to the bathroom. he does this often after he’s finished making you cum, but that’s just because he needs to get ready for bed!

the only difference is that this time you follow him there, after a few moments that is. it’s almost your bedtime and you’d like to brush your teeth before falling asleep. this is not what you’ve expected to see. andrew has his head thrown back and he’s white knuckling the sink. the only hand is stroking up and down his cock, that’s bright red and angry. angry, weeping, and fucking huge. you don’t ever think that you’ve seen a cock that big but andrew doesn’t seem to see you, biting his lip harshly and eyes closed tight.

he does seem to notice when you whine out a soft holyyy shit. his eyes snap open and he whimpers at the lust in your eyes. he comes into the toilet, tips of his ears and cock the same bright red, and you whine petulantly at the fact that he’s not coming somewhere on you. yeah, you need to talk to him and reevaluate your sex life.

[romanceandruiin]

The Damn Glasses

Jack abbot x fem!reader

Summary: Jack Abbot is a sick little freak that gets turned on by your new glasses because he thinks you look like a slutty porn star and begs for you to suck his cock.

warnings: 18+, mdni, face sitting, oral (male receiving oral), mention of a  sexual fantasy (jack thinking you’re a sexy student of age okay!!), finishing in mouth, dirty talk (calling jack a good boy, jack calling you baby and a dirty little slut/girl), literally jack being the freakiest freak. if i miss anything please let me know!

author note: alright i’ll be honest, yes this did happen to me over the weekend because a pair of glasses i wear do be doing this to my many so this is def boots on the ground journalism! plus i really like writing female readers that call men good boys!!

wc: ~1.7k

“Baby come on let me see.” Jack called you. You were in the bathroom, getting ready for bed, hiding from Jack as you did not want him to see you in your new glasses. You had gone to the eye doctor, after finally listening to Jack to go and get your eyes checked when you were squinting at work. Squinting at the screen, unable to see the street signs when you were driving home. And after the constant nagging and nagging, you made an appointment where they told you that yes you needed glasses.

Two weeks went by and your glasses finally came in the mail. You tried them on, in horror. Oh god they’re horrible you thought to yourself. They were too big, too dorky, the frame was too thick and swallowed your face whole. But you needed to wear them, and after days and days of his night shift, Jack finally had his days off. And was able to sleep with you in bed tonight. “Baby please?” He begged. “I’m sure they’re not bad at all.” You looked at yourself, fixing your lace tank top and matching sleep shorts. You opened the door, looking at Jack, ready for him to do that stupid thing where he bursts out laughing so much he makes himself cry. But instead, when you opened the door Jack did not laugh. He was speechless. 

“Please don’t laugh at me, okay I’ve already had a day and you will actually piss me off.” You said walking back towards your side of the bed. You climbed in, grabbed your book on the night stand, and realized he was still just standing there. “Uh hello?” His eyes went wild. Fixated on how the glasses framed your face so well. The way they sat perfectly on your nose, how they framed your eyes to make them even bigger. Oh fuck you’re so sexy in them he kept saying in his head. Something came over him, this hot burning sensation that flushed his bare chest and made him climb into bed, getting on top of you. He grabbed your face and kissed you. Sliding his needy tongue between your lips while you giggled. 

“Someone’s in a mood.” You said shifting under him. “Mhm,” he cooed back. Everytime he looked back at you your glasses gave him more and more dirty thoughts, until it clicked in your head you look like a fucking pornstar. A dirty little slut he’d ask to stay behind after class. Your voice so low and innocent while he stood over you and made you get on your knees. Your sweet pretty doe eyes looking up at him, as you unzip his pants and stroke his cock. And when you were ready, you’d stick your tongue out for him so he could tap his cock against it. Your mouth would take him in slowly, his hands naturally gathering your hair, and guiding you take him deeper and deeper until he could hear and feel your choke. He’d make such a mess of you, and you’d keep your glasses on the whole time.   

The thought of it all made him so hard. So horny. So desperate for this little sick fantasy to be true he fully lost control of himself. Kissing and groping your breasts, practically ripping the lace from your shirt with his large calloused hands.

“Jack Jesus," you cried out. Unsure of what has gotten over him but you found it so incredibly hot. Something had gotten him so riled up that he started humping the side of your leg. Moaning uncontrollably that it made you almost want to giggle. What the hell has gotten into him?Jack couldn’t control himself, grabbing onto your waist, kissing your skin and burying his face into your side as he created the perfect friction between his cock, his pajama pants, and your leg. It was sweet and so intoxicating. He couldn’t come up with any words, so he just moaned and moaned and moaned. 

“Fuck baby.” He breathed out. 

You looked at him with soft eyes. Fuck she’s looking at me he thought. He didn’t know what to do. Fuck you? Finish on your leg. Ask you to please just suck his cock and end his misery? “Oh my god you’re rabid.” You giggled. Your hands dug into his soft curls. “What do you need me to do?” He looked up at you. Your eyes. Those fucking glasses. He had to beg. He had to beg. “Baby please…suck my cock.” He said a little shy. He felt like such a sick fuck for even thinking about it. But he needed this. He needed to see your pretty eyes just like that. “Uh…okay.” You said. He laid down next to you, taking out his cock, practically springing from the waste band. You began to take off your glasses when he grabbed your wrist. “No no no…the glasses,” He said in his deep gravely tone. “Have to stay on.” “What?” “Yes baby please keep your glasses on please.” He whimpered that last please. You squinted your eyes. This neediness, this horniness, are because of your fucking glasses? “Is this all because of my glasses?”

“You’re so fucking hot with your glasses please baby.” He gripped onto your hair. 

“Why? They’re so ugly.” “No baby, they're so sexy. Please, I'm begging you. Please I need your pretty mouth on my cock so bad baby.”

You smiled. Not innocently anymore, just with your own filthy agenda. You liked that he was begging. And now you wanted to see just how much he really needed it. “You want me to suck your cock baby?” You asked. Your eyes fluttered, making them bigger, softer, just like the dirty slut that got him going in the first place. “Yes please baby.” He grabbed onto you, pulling you to straddle on top of him. 

“Show me that you need it.” Without thinking you moved to sit on his face. “You have to earn it baby.” He hands gripped onto your thighs, frantically pulling your shorts to the side and messily shoving his tongue into your folds. His warm tongue made big, wet, frantic laps all over your clit and opening. You let out a small little moan. Grinding into his tongue as you can hear him from under you. “I-I love you baby. Please.” His tongue flicked you faster with more pressure. “What’s that?” Then his fingers shoved right inside of you, making your gasp. He went to work licking and sucking while creating a rhythm that sent you on fire. You loved the view, looking down at him with his eyes looking up at you, suffocated by your pussy. And he kept this pace until he felt his fingers become suffocated by your walls. You left out a loud moan as you finished all over his mouth, still grinding against his tongue for another moment before getting off his face. You leaned in, looking at him with your wetness on his lips and chin. “You’re such a good boy for me.” You whispered. He bit his lips, nodding and looking into your eyes. “I think you should be rewarded.” You wasted no time moving down to the end of the bed. Resting in between his thighs. Jack could have came from the view alone. You gently massaged his balls, causing him to curl his head back. More precum shot out, dripping onto the side of his shaft. He hadn’t even felt your lips and he was already losing it. Your soft hands dragged up and down his shaft, gathering as much precum to make a slick, wet surface for you to glide up and down. The sound alone made him moan. “Look at me baby.” You said. He opened his eyes, propping himself on his elbows to get a better view. There was his dirty little girl, stroking his cook. With her pretty little glasses. “Oh fuck,” he moaned out when you swirled the palm of your hand on his tip. You worked slowly, teasing him with your lips just centimeters away from his shaft. And he didn’t take his eyes off you, not for a second. When he finally felt your sweet soft lips trail kisses up to his tip, he gripped onto the sheets. 

You stuck out your tongue, dragging it up to taste his shaft. He was biting his lips, completely a mess as he moaned and kept watching the view. Finally, your mouth took in his tip, and you lowered slowly, savoring each inch of Jack until you felt his thick cock hit the back of your throat. He was mesmerized. Seeing just how deep you could go. You began to bop your head, up and down. Each time going further and leaving a wet trail of saliva. The wet and popping sounds you made echoed off the walls. Jack grabbed your hair, guiding you while you looked into his eyes. “You’re such a dirty fucking girl baby.” He moaned out. His grip got tighter, firmer. Directing your head to go deeper and deeper until his tip pushed past your uvula, and you finally gagged on his cock. Your eyes started to tear up as he pushed you faster and faster. “You like my cock hm?” Deeper and faster, his cock slid in and out of your mouth as he grew harder and harder. You were a mess. Drooling, tears running down your eyes, and still your glasses stayed on the whole time. He was getting so close. He could feel everything in his balls scrunch, ready to release everything into your pretty little mouth. “Fuck fuck fuck that’s it baby. I’m gonna fucking cum.” You braced yourself for the release. It was warm, sticky, going down smooth on the walls of your throat. He moaned so loud, a sound you don’t think you’ve never heard. Shaking into the mattress, holding your head still as more cum pumped and pumped into your mouth. When he was completely done he let go, letting you finally breathe through your mouth. He pulled you into him, kissing you along your cheeks and forehead. “Thank you thank you thank you,” he whispered. You laughed, playfully swatting him away. “All because of these fucking glasses?” “Oh yeah.”

[robbyscoffee]

─ ⊹ ⊱ ꕤ｡˚⋆ you’re notoriously sensitive . . . but robby doesn’t mind 𐔌՞. .՞𐦯⋆. ❤︎⁠︎⁠ ⁠︎⁠

𝐋𝐘𝐍𝐍𝐈𝐄’𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐏 ⛾ ⟡ ݁₊ .

“Baby, baby. You have to stop crying, honey. You’re breaking my heart,” Robby coos with a gentle palm on your cheek as you heave another sob. He’d been trying to talk you down for hours to no avail, but a bad day at work meant you’d left teetering the line between fine and not — right now, you were the epitome of the latter.

“I know, I’m sorry, Mikey,” you sniffle with tears free falling. You nuzzle into the gentleness of his palm, but feel guilty for accepting his touch. He shouldn’t have to play shrink because of your oversensitivity.

Robby thinks that sentiment is nonsense. He can see it on your face without you having to vocalize it. He tilts his head and kisses your tears away for the umpteenth time. His other hand rubs circles into your back where he’s had you cradled since this all started. “Why’re you sorry, baby?”

“Because I — I’m so anxious all the time. All I do is cry and cry and take everything personally and you don’t deserve to deal with it.”

“Deserve it?” Robby scoffs. “I don’t deserve you, baby — I earned you. And with that, I earned everything you come with, the good parts and bad. I signed on for this, honey. And I’m not going anywhere,” he says. “Got it?”

The declaration only makes you cry harder. His tone of voice and its genuineness. Like he means it. Like you’re a prize and not a punishment, and that he isn’t eternally damned because he chose a girl with a soft heart. It’s touching, overly so, and it only has you sobbing harder.

But Robby’s prepared for that. He pulls you closer on instinct, lets you cry into the crook of his neck, and rubs your back in soothing motions. “Mhm,” you mumble simply in turn. It’s all you can manage without choking up further.

Robby doesn't mind that either. “There’s my girl. S’all I want, okay? You never burden me, ever. Never will. That’s a promise,” Robby says, brushing away the tear-stricken hairs that litter your cheeks and forehead. “Enough tears, honey. That’s it, just let me hold you” ♡

[fawnsweetie]

i’m on my period so pls be satiated w this blurb. maybe i’ll put out another or an acc fic idk yet, my tummy hurts 😿also! im working on my dialogue skills so any feedback is so much appreciated! hope u guys enjoy! i love you all so so much💕mwah mwah mwah!

michael robinavitch and his controversially young girlfriend. he is truthfully just astounded at the ability you had to integrate yourself into his seemingly sad life. you grew up wealthy, enough so that you’ve never had to work. so, when you meet robby, at the pitt, decked out in designer white and high pump heels, he prepared for the worst. although you were a bit bratty, you were a welcomed and necessary reprieve from the horrors of the pitt. you had thanked him kindly, leaving with a kiss on his cheek and your number tucked in his from pocket from your stitches. he was lucky that the curtain was closed, otherwise dana would’ve taunted him relentlessly for the rest of the shift.

but what was months ago! four months to be exact. and now you’ve moved in with him. you still don’t work, you just don’t want to! but now you spend your days lounging about, shopping on robby card, he insisted you do, with the catch of sending him photos of what you buy, even though you could more than afford it. which is what you’re doing now. shopping and sending photos that is. you began the day with an iced coffee, snapping a quick pic of the sweating beverage. you sent it to robby and he hearted it, a common reaction for when he was really busy running the pitt. after finishing going shopping, you went home and began to lay your outfits out. you started with photos of a cute jacket, then a new dress, and finally the new bra and panties sets you had bought.

you sent all of this to robby, the picture of you in your panties laying on the bed. your back is arched and you can see the straps of the bra that rest on your shoulder blades. your ass is in the air, the pastel blue contrasting against your recently oiled skin.

you watched as the sent receipt turned to read. you waited a few moments, figuring he was gathering himself and answered the facetime call that rung from your phone less than two minutes after. he was clearly in the bathroom of the pitt, hiding from the chaos, and he scrubbed a hand over his face, ‘jesus baby, i hope you’re still wearing those panties’

[zweiginator]

need to get finger fucked by patrick 😛😽 telling him you can’t take a third but he does it anyway

This is the one!!! You’re completely naked, sat between his legs with your back against his chest and he has you all spread out for him, fucking his fingers into you while his other hand is wrapped around your throat. You’re so wet you’re making a mess on your sheets and you’re so tight you tell him you can’t fit another finger—they’re too thick. Patrick just shushes you and teases his ring finger against your hole, the thumb of his other hand rubbing over your bottom lip, prompting you to suck. You do, and let out a jagged, breathy moan as he pushes a third finger inside you. It’s tight, but it fits.

“Atta girl. Taking it like a fuckin champ.” He holds your jaw, the praise snaking from your ear down your spine.

Leaning your head against his shoulder, body almost limp as he fucks his fingers into you harder and you’re like putty in his hands as you cum.

[zweiginator]

husband patrick fingering you on your kitchen island, big hand holding your shaky thighs open as his thick fingers spread and stretch you, cooing softly when you whine, cold metal from the wedding ring making you gasp digging your nails into his buff back. he’s literally just come home from work still in suit and tie at all but you and your orgasms are obviously his top priority.

husband Patrick….suit and tie….. I’m hard….

he worships the ground you walk on and is truly obsessed with you. he used to be a bad partner and he admits that, but now, when the other men at work complain about their wives or ogle other women, it disgusts Patrick. he thinks about you all day every day—what you’re doing, what you’re wearing, how you smell, taste. so he needs you as he opens the door, pulling his sunglasses off and loosening his tie, briefcase abandoned by the front door. you stand on your tip toes to give him a kiss and he immediately deepens it, picking you up easily to sit you down on the counter. he knows your body so well; he can push your panties to the side and press a thick finger inside you after a few slow, deep, needy kisses and you’re soaked for him. and every time it’s like the first. Grinding against his fingers pumping deep inside you, grabbing him by the collar and begging him to make you cum. your fingers reach for his hair and he groans as your pussy swallows his ring finger, so eager for him. so needy. you can see his dick straining against his pants but he just wants to make you cum because he loves you and making you feel good is what he is sure he was put on earth to do.

[strwbryshortcakeprincess]

Something something… Robby spitting in your mouth mid fuck, arms pinned above you as he pounds you into the mattress. Small whimpers leaving your throat as you peered doe-eyed at the man above you, “swallow it, little one…” he murmurs as he brings his hand to your chin, squeezing your lips closed together. It takes you a moment to process everything, especially with his cock rearranging your insides- coming up to your fifth orgasm… or was it your sixth? Seventh? You can’t remember, too fucked out to care. You do it nonetheless, humming in satisfaction as the warm liquid rides the passage down your throat. “Good girl… always listening to her daddy huh?” His voice so sweet yet borderline callous, nodding your head eagerly with tears falling down your cheek, ‘yes yes, anything for you daddy,” you whine, overwhelmed with pleasure as you feel the knot in your stomach ready to burst.

Robby’s lip perk into a smile, watching you so avid to please him even when coming undone for him. Moans filling the room, mostly from you- as your legs shake, your whole body writhing under him. You can tell he was up there with you due to his hips sputtering and losing rhythm, “ let go for me, sweetheart, cum with your daddy… wanna feel you all over me…” his words were enough to send you over the edge, screaming as you let go all over his cock. Robby’s groans spilling into your ear as he spilled inside of you.

A/n: sorry for going MIA on you guys, momma went a little crazy but I’m gonna try posting more, luv u<3

[sugartalkingwrites]

this was a late night thought as i tossed and turned in bed and then it actually happened to me (partially)

MDNI 18+

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crinkled sheets, restless thoughts, a single strand of hair on your back that you've suddenly become acutely aware of. all of the these things have historically robbed you of a peaceful night of sleep. tonight breeds a new issue– the cracking, popping of your knee. it was hard not to fixate on the sensation or the sound when you were aloe but now, in bed, with your slumbering boyfriend, the issue seemed to prevail. you attempted to ignore the intrusive thoughts that begged you to fixate on your knee popping, even more so on the why. why it popped so loudly with every bend and why was it bothering you so much now. it was likely crepitus but that knowledge was of no use to you at this moment. trying to stop the freight train of urge that insisted you pop your knee in bed, right now, was pointless. caving, trying to leave jack undisturbed as you swung your leg out from under the comfort, extending it up in the air and bringing it down to bend–

crack

"ooh, getting rusty on me now, honey?" jack asked. the room was dimly lit by the moonlight spilling in from the window, you could just make out his face enough to see his eyes were shut. he was clearly awake, for how long he had been was up for debate as a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips.

"i know you're not talking, old man," you retorted, sighing with relief as you extended your leg out once more. knee bent again– pop

"oh, but i am, old lady," jack scoffed as you began to tuck yourself back beneath the comforter. old lady? so the old man thinks he's funny now.

rolling over, to lay closer beside him as he brought his arm around your waist, tugging you in. a grin on your face as you closed your eyes, one he would've known to be more weary of if his eye had been open.

"hmm? that so? how about you trying getting out of bed without groaning on the way up or just rolling over? or try not let your hip pop either when you straighten out?"

silence fell over the room.

"alright... you win. geez, baby, why you gotta swing that low?" he murmurs as he tucks his face into your neck, planting apology kisses on your cheek and jaw. "you hurting your old man's feelings now."

an amused hum emits from, turning your face to give him a kiss as you bring a soothing hand up to his chest. you swing your over his thigh, pressing into him, a small groan escapes jack when your hand rubs at his tummy beneath his shirt.

"m'sorry, honey, how can i make it up to you?" you whine with a faux pout. it's his turn to let out an amused hum in response.

"i can think of a few ways that involves that pretty little mouth of yours... but save it for the morning, get some sleep, honey."

[abbotsdoll]

biting jack abbot’s arm ♡

masterlist

every time jack has a night off, the two of you have a routine.

yes, sometimes you go on fancy dates to expensive restaurants, sometimes he takes you out to town in his luxurious car, but your real routine is to just… relax.

you take a warm shower together, sit on the couch, order takeout, and watch shitty movies until one of you falls asleep on the couch (you), and the other doesn’t have the heart to wake them up (jack).

that’s pretty much exactly what you’re doing tonight; you’re curled up next to him, resting your head on his shoulder, and (supposed to be) picking the first movie of the night. but you’re distracted. his arms are just so… there.

since he joined SWAT, you’ve been worried because you’re not sure it’s a very… healthy hobby, but he’s gotten so beefy. he had muscles before, but god he looks good now. for a few moments, you just stare, and then you lean down and kiss his bicep.

he smiles, looking down at you, “comfy, baby?”

you nod, and you gently bite down. it’s affectionate, it’s not to hurt him. you’re trying not to laugh, watching the confusion on his face.

“what’s… what’s that for, love?”

you grin, “nothing, you’re just so… eatable. your arms are… wow. i wanna bite them.”

jack chuckles, “yeah? you wanna eat me, baby?” he leans down, coaxing you to lay down on the couch as you giggle. he smiles, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, “well… can’t say i mind.”

[fangirl-dot-com]

⋆｡°✩ NSFW MDNI 18+

there's just something erotic about being fully naked, skin bare to the ac flowing through the ceiling to raise goosebumps along your cooling sweaty arms and legs, while jack stays fully clothed beneath you. your hands find purchase in his shirt hems along his broad shoulders that somehow always feel larger than life no matter if you're standing or straddling his left thigh. your chest brushed against this front each time you use your tiptoes to push forward, nipples forming stiff peaks as they scratch against the fabric.

however, your brain is fully focused through hazy pleasure on the way your cunt drags along his pants, your clit getting full stimulation with every recoil of your hips. your bud practically pulses when you take a moment to catch your breath. jack's hands would grip your hips harder, fingers bruising deeply into the pudge, a signal to keep going, that he hadn't told you to stop yet. whimpers spill from deep in your throat when you resume, and your sticky folds glide over the slick, wet spots you've left on the fabric.

every so often, jack flexes his thick thigh muscles after you grid down on him, and the reaction he gets from you has his soul elated. your keens and breathy moans makes him want to keep you on his thigh for as long as possible. and when your hips stutter, and your chest starts to stageredly rise and fall, he knows your close to cumming. he doesn't need his fingers up inside you to know that your pussy is just drenched and fluttering around nothing. his cock presses painfully against the zipper at the thought of you using him for your pleasure. he keeps one hand on your hip while the other threads through your hair to keep you steady next to his mouth in an almost-there kiss, just needing to feel you breath against his chin as you come undone.

"there we go, sweetheart," he coos as your hips jerkily move back and forth in attempt to chase your orgasm. "just needed my thigh to get off. you look so pretty on my lap; maybe I should keep you here for a long time. what do you thin about that?"

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[fangirl-dot-com]

⋆｡°✩ NSFW MDNI 18+

just thinking that jack abbot, having been so long without touching a woman in respect for his wife, doesn't realize that women these days desire to hear men be loud in bed. he's always thought that the most he was allowed to do are small grunts and puffs of air.

so when he happens to finally give into his carnal needs and falls into your bed after throwing caution to the wind, he's very confused as to why you literally stop him mid-thrust and ask if he's enjoying fucking you as much as you are. he knows he's doing a good job; all that's been flowing through your mouth are high-pitched keens and breathy sighs and his name dancing around a moan when his tip manages to brush the deepest parts of you.

his eyebrows furrow and he painstakingly admits that he's always been quiet even if whimpers and cries fight against his teeth each time you clench around his length. and now you're telling him that you, the gorgeous young resident that managed to get him out of abstinence, wanted him, an old, grumpy attending that didn't know the difference between living and being alive, to scream your name? he can hardly believe it.

well, that is until you manage to hook a leg around his hip, flip the two of you over, and start moving up and down his cock in grinding motions, your clit rubbing deliciously on that thatch of gray hair leading up to his navel, with the need to hear your name fall from his pretty, plushy lips.

"c'mon, jackie," you whimper into the room as wet squelches flow from your sopping pussy and around his dick. "wanna hear you be loud for me. wanna hear it all. I'll ride you all night if I have to. just wanna know I'm doing a good job too."

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[misspossexxive]

jack and robby eating your pussy at the same time...

you were lying on the crumpled bedsheets, your legs spread wide to make room for both jack and robby. their massive bodies were squeezed between your inner thighs, but neither of them seemed to mind – not when their tongues were resting on your sensitive pussy, licking and savouring it as if it was the sweetest dessert.

your body trembled with the almost painful and overwhelming sensation of pleasure you were experiencing. your hands, tangled in both men’s hair, held on tightly, unsure whether to pull them impossibly closer or perhaps push them away.

but they decided for you. holding you in the almost iron grip of their strong arms, controlling your sweaty body however they pleased, while their lips ravaged your swollen folds and your pebbled clit, kissing and sucking.

"too much" you moan breathlessly, arching your whole body as another electrifying wave of pleasure washes over you.

"don’t lie to us, sweetheart" robby says, his beard brushing against your soft skin, making you shiver "i can see you want more. i can feel you want more."

there’s no point in denying it because you know he’s right. the sensation is overwhelming; you can feel them everywhere. you can feel jack penetrating you with his tongue, kissing your folds. you can feel robby sucking your puffy clit, his long fingers brushing along your entrance, sliding deep inside you the moment the other man finds another spot to torture you with. your pussy is covered in their saliva and your juices, of which there’s so much that it’s dripping down their chins and your thighs, showing just how long this has been going on. and yet you still want more, even when you say otherwise, because your mind can’t keep up with their greed, but your body, your body begs for more, as if addicted to the feeling of jack and robby on your body.

and when the orgasm finally hits you, it’s sharp and rough. your legs clamp down on both men’s shoulders. moans and cries that are downright pornographic escape from your lips and you can feel yourself squirting, but you don’t even have the strength to pull away, letting jack and robby lick up your cum, making you feel as though you’re on the brink of another numbing orgasm.

"you think you can give us one more baby?" jack’s raspy voice snaps you out of the haze almost instantly, but before you can reply, their tongues are back on your sweet pussy, devouring it once more.

© misspossexxive

[abbotsbunnygf]

"c'mon, baby, gimme one more,” jack pants, his lips right against yours. his fingers had been plunging deep inside your cunt for the past long minutes. you've lost count already. brain turned to mush, all thoughts wooshed away. 

“jackie,” you whine, gripping his forearm, your nails digging into the skin of his forearm. 

“yeah, baby. i want you to come for me again. come for your jackie, sweetheart,” he kisses he corner of your lips. 

it's too much. his thick fingers splitting up your cunt, the metal band of his ring now warm against your skin, but it only spurs you on. jack's thumb circles your poor, throbbing clit in time with his thrusts, making your eyes roll back shut. 

your orgasm builds fast, barreling you over the edge. with your head thrown back, you let out a sinful moan as you come. your legs close around his arm, but jack doesn't stop. 

he rides it out with you, fingers moving slowly inside you as you come down. 

“good job, baby, cum so pretty f'me,” he whispers, voice raspy. jack chuckles when your pussy squeezes again. “look at that, she doesn't wanna let me go.”

his fingers slide off you slooooowly, a wet pop following. 

“look how wet you got my fingers,” he taunts, smirking down at you. jack locks his eyes with yours, bringing his fingers up to his nose and taking a sniff of them. “i love this cunt so fucking much, baby,” he groans, licking his fingers clean. “let me say it to her,” jack slides down your body until his face is buried in your pussy.

[dietcokepitt]

i want john carter to read me poetry. or medical journals. whatever. lying in bed w him while he reads e.e. cummings w one hand stroking gently over your hair, voice getting quieter and words slipping clumsier out of his mouth as he lulls the both of you to sleep

[richeeduvie]

He needs to go before you do, baby.

One night, you stay home because you're not feeling well, and even though you've gone through shifts in worse conditions, Jack insists you take time off to rest and recover.

When the attending comes back to you, the morning doesn't end up the way it usually does, mornings where he tends to end up inside you, smarmy flirts and fatigued old man grunts laced with every thrust.

Those mornings are desperate to remind you that Jack will always need you as much as you need him.

"M' Back."

This one has him particularly needy in a way that's desperate to remind him that you're still alive.

"Hey, how was work?"

You've just woken up on the couch, still lying on your stomach, as you hear the door unlock and his heavy, booted feet make way toward you. The sun's already gleaming through the curtains.

His boots hit the floor. So does his prosthetic.

"Jack?"

He collapses on top of you.

"Whoa, trying to suffocate your girlfriend first thing in the morning?"

His body is heavy on yours, the way it is when he pronebones you. You think you've been Pavlov-dogged into feeling a heat pool in your cunt at his man-weight engulfing you like this.

"You feeling better?"

"...Yeah."

Jack's breath warms your ear until his nose treads along your jaw to find the crook of your neck. His thumb rubs back and forth over your shoulder blade.

"You didn't answer my question. Was the ED okay tonight?"

"You sound more congested."

His crotch curves up into your ass as his shifts, and the force of his body cuddling yours is only more intense as you sorta move to lie on your side. It gives Jack a perfect chance to snake his arm around your waist.

His nose brushes against the first knob of your spine. You swallow.

Did Jackie have a bad shift? Can I make him feel better?

"Did you have a bad shift?"

You can't help the way you wiggle and press your ass to his scrub-bottomed bulge more than it already is, turning face to try and kiss him. The corner of his mouth, at least.

"Or are you just flattering me even though I haven't brushed my teeth yet---"

You get the brush of his stubble before he locks your body into a state where you can't move.

He pushes your head back to the way it was, holding it down with his cheek smushed into yours. His leg's thrown over yours, and everything, that and the way he squeezes you so tightly, you think it's Jack's demand to keep still.

So he can just feel all of you.

His arm that holds you by the waist takes its hand over your chest, but he doesn't grope your tits the way you think he would. It just settles there.

Resting over your beating heart. Alive the way it needs to be for as long as his is. Longer after.

"I know you don't like talking about it, but it's a good thing I'm going to die before you. A very good thing."

Jack breathes into the back of your neck. Even breaths, like he's calmed at the reminder that he's more likely to die before you. How dare he?

"Don't gotta be happy about it, but that's just the way it is. If it wasn't, I don't what I would do---"

You can hear his throat bob. The panic.

"It's a good thing, kid. Gotta suck it up and accept that."

...Something bad happened with a patient. Maybe a couple. You already know that as a healthcare worker whose personal conflicts inevitably surface with cases that hit too close to home, and as a person who's obsessed with Jack Abbot. To the point you understand every expression and tone and what they mean.

But you think he's terrified and trying to make up for that with facts. With every breath you take, as he grips you tightly.

"If it alleviates anything, I wouldn't mind if I died before you---"

"Shut up."

Your breath stills.

It's not a flirtatious, humored demand. It's Jack, so, so angry at you for even bringing up the idea that you might go before him in the first place.

"If you're gonna be mean to me, I'm going back to sleep."

"You do that. I'll be here."

He will be, because something bad must've happened last night, and he'll make sure nothing bad will ever happen to you. He has to, kiddo. For the sake of his own beating heart.

[starlord-s]

jack’s running late for work. he should’ve left ten minutes ago, but a couple shifts with the SWAT unit have caught up with him and he snoozed his alarm more times than he would’ve liked. he’s just about to grab his keys and run out of the door when you enter your shared apartment, the pout on your lips making him stop in his tracks.

“you okay, honey?” he asks softly, dropping his keys in the bowl by the door so he can cup your face in his large hands and bring you into him.

“shitty day,” you sound close to tears and it makes jack hold you tighter. “hey, what time is it? shouldn’t you be gone already?”

“i have a second to hold my girl.”

you melt into his arms, and with zero hesitation he shoots robby a text that he isn’t gonna make it in today.