thank you books!! thank you tv shows!! thank you music!! thank you concerts!! thank you movies!! thank you video games!! thank you crafts!! thank you napping!! thank you escapism!!!
having the most nonchalant conversation about work or errands or fucking whatever with jack abbot while dry humping on your living room couch.
he’s listening, he swears. looking up at you, neck strained but who cares, with a pointed stare that tries to peel you apart by sight alone. his hands knead your hips to glide you back in forth across the bulge under his sweats as he absorbs your words. moving you through deliberate, sluggish grinds until your center in nudging him in a way that hitches your breath while you speak.
“you promise you had a good day?” jack asks the question without looking away from you, your lips. tugging you again and again. “nobody i need to beat up or anything?”
a huff laugh from you lifts the corners of his lips. with arm around his neck, you shake your head.
“s’okay. i’ll take ‘em to the ed right after. get ‘em all fixed up. maybe,” he shrugs, dragging his hand to press into your ass. with his prosthetic off since he’d arrived at your house, jack uses his left leg to buck upwards while pushing you down. hard enough for you to really feel him knock into your slit.
“oh, can—mmm—your off for a few days, right?”
“yep. all yours.” jack rasps the promise, nosing at your neck and inhaling before licking across the skin.
“can you run to the store for me? m’ a little low on some stuff… toothpaste, toilet paper, shit like that.”
jack keeps lapping at you, breaths turning loud and rough at the fact that you need him for something.
“yeah, baby. just send me the list. i’ll pay for it.”
not using AI genuinely feels like the rest of the world is experiencing some kind of mass amnesia. if someone says they never use it, the immediate response is that can't be true because "everyone" uses it to write their emails or answer their questions. saw a comment suggesting that not using chatgpt to write an essay is "like the 90s". girl I graduated in 2021 and we weren't doing that! how is it that everyone has suddenly forgotten that they were entirely capable of doing these things all by themselves for their entire lives up until the past few years!! am I going crazy!!!
Summary: Jack is convinced he’s no good for anyone.. even his new fiancée.
(angsty jack, mentions of anxiety around getting married, messy love, sweet, but insecure!jack, reader is headcannoned to be a nurse from the same hospital and has a history of running away from problems.)
they fight, like they do every night. ever since the proposal its like Jack is finding reasons to yell and start arguments.
Jack is afraid, he knew it deep down but it took some talk therapy to get it out of him.
what if she runs at the alter and leaves me there? runs through Jack’s mind more than it should. he wants to be on solid ground with her but she hasn’t shown him that.
He’s never lived with anyone besides living in the barracks for army deployment and never lived with a woman since his late wife.
Jack had met his match with her. Unlike him, she runs when things get too difficult. too daunting. too close to home.
Which leaves him pacing around the apartment after another stupid argument. The floor boards groaning under his anxious movement. he stops at the kitchen counter, staring at his untouched coffee- gone cold hours ago. his voice is gruff but quieter now. “Damn it… baby? C’mere.”
He rubs his face with one hand like he’s trying to scrub away the frustration. when she doesn’t appear immediately, he limps towards their bedroom door frame but doesn’t cross the threshold- like part of him’s afraid to fully enter her space uninvited.
”You know I'm no good at this shit,” his voice drops to that gravelly whisper reserved for her. “Just… tell me what you need me to do differently. because I'm standing here trying not to be some broke-down old soldier who ruined your life by asking you to marry him.”
There’s a long pause where he stares at a framed photo on the nightstand— it's a photo of them from last summer, her giggling while he pretended to hate being dragged onto that ferris wheel.
”I don't know how people do this part..” he admits quietly. “but I want us to figure it out before we walk down any aisle.”
You look at him teary eyed, you're sat in his Army Navy hoodie. It's a calling card. a white flag. “Honey… you didn’t ruin my life.”
He sighs quietly as he looks at her, his features immediately soften at the sight of the hoodie. Jack leans against the door frame, running a hand through his hair and messing up the curls. something about you in his clothes always immediately set him at ease.
”Sometimes it sure feels like I did,” he mutters, watching you for a moment before finally stepping into the room, "you're too good for me.”
”I am not..”
he huffs a dry laugh, shaking his head as he crosses the last bit of distance. calloused fingers brushing her soft cheek to wipe away tears gently.
“stubborn.” Jack murmurs, but there’s affection under it all. his thumb lingers at the corner of your mouth where that smile he loves lives.
”Christ… you really are sticking around for this mess?” his voice dips lower, rough with disbelief and something closer to hope. “Because I need you to be damn sure before I let myself believe in it.”
You sniffles and wipes your eyes getting mascara on his hoodie. “I’ve never been sure of a lot of things in my life… almost never…hell I barely was sure about being a nurse.”
The corner of Jack’s mouth ticks up, and he thumbs at the stain absentmindedly. his laugh is quiet but warm when it bubbles in his chest, "Don't remind me. I still have your resignation letter saved in Robby’s desk from when you quit med-surg after two weeks.” his palm finds the back of your neck, pulling your forehead to rest against his shoulder with a sigh that shakes loose something lodged deep between his ribs.
“guess we're both fumbling through this, huh?” There's a moment before he speaks again softly like a plea, “keep fumbling with me anyway..”
You sigh and sniffle, your arms wrap lazily around Jack, exhausted from crying, “I’m sorry I'm so difficult.”
His free hand finds the small of your back, holding you tight against him to hide how his frame relaxes into your arms. his fingers splaying over your spine to rub slow circles.
“Difficult is putting it lightly.” Jack teases, his voice soft and rough with affection. “It’s part of why I love you.” he rests his chin on the top of your head, breathing you in.
“All I know is I love you and I wish we could talk like we just did all the time.”
his hand comes up to brush back your hair, gently as he presses a kiss just above your ear. the tension in his shoulders bleeds away, replaced with a quiet exhaustion. “Same. I wish everything was this easy.”
”Will you turn off the kitchen lights and come to bed?”
Jack pulls away just enough to look at her, “Yeah… yeah. alright.”
He flicks off the lights before limping back towards her. he nudges her toward their bed with a gentle hand on her shoulder blades. always gentle never pushing.
“Move over..” Jack grumbles as he settles into bed, his hand slipping under the hoodie, callouses dragging over her skin as he pushes the fabric up. “C’mon. off. it needs to be washed anyway.”
He makes quick work peeling the hoodie off her. fingertips trailing her waistline, tugging her sleep shirt back into place. he tosses the hoodie toward the hamper and missing before collapsing back to the bed with a grunt.
“Christ..” Jack mumbles into the pillow, as he shifts to get settled, “Forget dealing with psych patients… dealing with you is harder than any night shift.” there’s no malice only teasing, as he’s already tugging you against himself.
“That's very rude jack, remind me why I said yes to you?”
His head rolls to the side, the corner of his mouth twitching in that wry not quite a smirk he gets when you are sassing him. he hooks his chin on her shoulder, his voice in your ear. “Because you love me.”
”Do I really?” you say in a exasperation.
Jack laughs softly, rumbling all the way through his chest and into her back. he tucks his face into her neck,stubble scraping at her skin. his teeth dragging over the column of her throat.
This is them in a nutshell, tears and yelling and arguments and making up in sultry ways. “Mmm don’t know if you got it in you tonight Sarge..”
Jack growls low in his throat biting a little harder. enough to leave a pretty pink mark he knows she secretly likes. he rolls her onto her back one hand braced beside her head while the other tightens on her hip.
”Careful” he murmurs agains the shell of her ear, "Because I know for a fact you don't have enough energy left to outrun me.”
She giggles, “you can run?” she says in that ditzy teasing lilt she uses to mock him with.
Jack snorts, his nose brushing against her jawline as the fingers of his free hand move from her hip to wrap slowly around her jaw to cup her face— not tight, just anchoring weight— as he looks down at her through dark lashes. “Should be surprised how fast this old man still is when he wants to get somewhere quick.” a soft kiss at her pulse point makes his point, “Keep it up and I'll chase you across every flat surface of this apartment… tomorrow.”
One kiss from her melts his edge of dominance just slightly, Jack’s grip loosens to cradle her face instead.
Her hips lift up to tease him. his hand clamps down on her hip hard enough to still the movement but not to hurt. “Uh uh. not tonight, sweetheart.” he drags his mouth along her jaw, “You’re exhausted and i’m not that much of an asshole.”
the artemis ii mission reminds me why i love humanity so much. they play pink pony club for the astronauts. they have issues with microsoft outlook. one of the astronauts named a moon crater after his late wife. a jar of nutella just flew by. they make 67 memes because they’re big nerds with huge hearts who say that we look beautiful from there. they call dibs on sleeping arrangements and the mission specialist likes sleeping like a bat. the pilot’s daughter shows her dad off on her social media.
dunno just sometimes helps to think that we can do things like that.
summary: late night ice cream at Smurf’s house get really steamy really fast.
(Pope being mean like MEAN mean. silencing with a makeshift gag, kinda exhibitionism, degradation, spanking, oral fem receiving with temperature play, sweet dominant Pope towards the end, dacryphilia, aftercare)
"You make too much noise," Andrew grumbles, watching you lick the spoon clean. He's quiet, his dark brown curls falling slightly over his forehead. He avoids looking at you directly, his eyes darting down to your mouth when you suck on the spoon again.
you suck over the dome of the spoon humming sweetly.
Andrew shifts uncomfortably, his beefy arms crossing over his chest as he tries to ignore the sound of your humming and the sight of your lips wrapped around the spoon. He reaches out abruptly and snatches the spoon out of your hand mid-suck. "Fuck's sake,"
you pout, you were trying to get him hard so he would bend you over that little kitchen island.
Andrew's gaze drops to your pouting lips, his own parting slightly as he imagines what else those lips could be doing. Without a word, he reaches out and grabs a handful of your hair, pulling your head back roughly. He shoves you against the counter. his rough grip never stopping. he’s pissed off and turned on that you’d try to get him hard in his mother’s house. in the open layout of the kitchen none the less. anyone could walk in.
Andrew's grip on your hair tightens as he pushes your face down against the cold surface of the kitchen island. His other hand reaches around and lifts your skirt, exposing your wet panties. He growls low in his throat as he realizes you've already soaked through them. "Fucking brat,"
you blush when he yanks them off and shoves your own panties balled up into your mouth unceremoniously. Andrew David Cody can be mean when he wants to be. but it’s always with a purpose: to teach a lesson.
"You think you're being cute right now, huh?" he whispers roughly in your ear, pressing against your back while keeping your face firmly against the counter. "Trying to get me all worked up in my fucking mother’s kitchen?" His hand slides down your ass, giving it a hard smack.
You whine muffled by your cotton panties stuffed inbetween your teeth, it’s late at night. nearly midnight at this point.
"Goddamn," Andrew mutters softly, smacking your ass again, watching the flesh jiggle. He knows how thin these walls are. He knows how easily someone could hear your muffled whines. Like Smurf, sleeping one room over. Or Deran and Craig down the hall.
Andrew’s hand slides between your legs, finding your pussy soaking wet. He growls in your ear, "You're a fucking mess. Look at you, soaking your thighs just from teasing me." His fingers push inside you roughly, pumping a few times before pulling out.
You whine around your panties at the loss of contact.
He smirks darkly, knowing exactly how wet and needy you are. "You want more?" he asks, his voice low and rough. Andrew knows you do, but he's not going to make it easy for you. Not here, not now. He slaps your ass again, harder this time.
It echos in the quiet still of the house. you’re blushing because you know for sure someone in the house definitely hears.
"Maybe someone will hear," Andrew says, his hand coming down on your ass again and again, the sound of the smacks filling the kitchen. He's intentionally being loud, intentionally making sure someone hears. "Maybe Smurf will wake up and find you bent over the counter, fucking soaked,"
He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear. "Or maybe Deran and Craig will hear. Maybe they'll come in and see you like this, all needy and desperate for my cock." He punctuates his words with another hard smack to your ass.
you push your forehead on the cool granite to cool the heat of your face.
“Jesus," Andrew mutters softly, watching your forehead press against the counter like you're trying to hide your red face. He knows you're shy, knows you'd die if one of his brothers walked in right now. He slaps your ass again, softer this time, testing your reaction.
your breath hitches, pussy clenching and dripping globs of arousal down your thighs.
Andrew's cock is rock hard now, aching to be inside you. But he's enjoying this too much—the power dynamic, the risk of getting caught, your desperate neediness. He leans in close again, his voice a low growl. "You want me to fuck you right here?"
He watches your desperate nod, his smirk growing wider. Instead of fucking you like you clearly need, he grabs his ice cream and takes a big spoonful into his mouth. Andrew hums in appreciation as he eats it slowly, deliberately ignoring your needy state. "Mmm, good ice cream."
Andrew chuckles low in his throat, watching your hips wiggle back and forth. He takes another slow spoonful of ice cream, deliberately ignoring your attempts to get his attention back on you. "Something wrong?" he asks mockingly, knowing damn well you're fucking dying for his attention.
He watches your pussy clench and unclench, the wet sounds filling the kitchen. He knows you're so desperate for his dick right now, but he's enjoying the power too much. He takes another spoonful of ice cream, his eyes never leaving your pussy.
"You know," Andrew says slowly, scooping up another spoonful of ice cream. "This ice cream is pretty damn sweet." He licks the spoon slowly, his eyes dropping to your wet pussy again. "But you know what would be sweeter?" He smirks mischievously.
“Jesus Christ Angel," Pope mutters softly, watching you suck on your panties. He knows you're tasting yourself. His voice drops lower. "You know what I was gonna say?" He takes another slow spoonful of ice cream, watching your body wiggle again.
she whines into the panties and arches softly, pressing her wet cunt on his arm.
Andrew’s arm is now covered in your wetness as you press your pussy against it, whining into the panties. He can feel how desperate you are, how soaked you are for him. He sets the ice cream down with a clatter and grabs your hips hard. "I was gonna say..."
Your hips still at his harsh grip.
"...I was gonna say that I'd much rather lick your sweet pussy than eat this ice cream." With that He buries his face between your legs without warning, licking and sucking your wet pussy with abandon. "Mmm..."
Andrew’s cold tongue and lips against your hot pussy are pure torture, especially after the ice cream. He starts to realize how erotic the temperature difference is as he watches you shiver. He starts pressing open-mouthed kisses to your clit intentionally now, his cold breath making you shift.
He grabs your hips and pulls you back, holding you in place as he continues his cold kisses and licks on your clit. He can see the goosebumps on your skin, hear your soft whimpers. He smirks against your pussy, knowing he's driving you wild.
He pushes in deep with his cold tongue, feeling your hot, tight pussy clamp around it. The temperature contrast makes your insides tighten deliciously around him. He smirks at your eager pushes back, one hand moving to your ass to hold you steady while he fucks you with his tongue.
Andrew pulls back slightly, looking at your swollen, dripping pussy with disbelief. You're absolutely gushing, soaking the kitchen floor. He's never seen a woman this wet before. It's like your entire fucking purpose is to be fucked and filled. "my god baby... you’re a mess."
He watches you hum softly around the panties stuffed in your mouth, making those needy, whiny noises that drive him crazy. He looks at your body splayed out on the kitchen island - your back arched, thighs spread wide, pussy swollen and wet.
He ignores your muffled pleas, slowly unbuckling his belt instead. He pulls out his hard cock, giving it a few strokes while looking at your desperate state. Your legs are shaking, pussy leaking juices down to the counter. "Shh..."
You quite obediently, knowing you’re in no position to be a brat anymore.
His cold hands spread your legs wider apart as he lines up his hard cock with your dripping wet pussy. He doesn't push in immediately, instead rubbing the head against your clit and entrance teasingly. "Quiet..."
With a sudden thrust, he buries his thick cock deep inside your soaking wet pussy. You gasp around the panties, but manage to stay quiet as he starts pounding into you hard and fast. "Take it..."
He grabs your hips hard, slamming into you with brutal force. The kitchen island creaks under your weight and his thrusts. Your wet pussy slurps loudly with each penetration, your moans muffled by the panties in your mouth. "Fuck... so tight... so wet..." He leans down, lips brushing your ear as he whispers "You're making a fucking mess, baby... look at your little pussy gushing all over my dick and the counter..." He sucks on your earlobe, thrusts never faltering.
He notices your embarrassment and smirks against your ear. He spreads your legs wider, lifting your hips higher so that your wet pussy is more exposed. He starts fucking you harder, the wet slap of his balls against your soaking wet pussy filling the kitchen. "Mmph..."
He feels your pussy clench around his cock tightly and knows you're close. He suddenly stops thrusting and pulls out completely, leaving you empty and whimpering around the panties. "Not yet..." He grabs your hair roughly and turns your head to face him. "Look at me."
As you look at him with puppy eyes. Andrew smirks down at your desperate face, knowing exactly how close you are to begging. His wet cock bobs between your thighs, throbbing with need but refusing to give you the release you crave. "You want to cum baby?"
You use your pull to your advantage and turn to press your back against the counter, it’s more personal. more likely for him to praise her and kiss over her and let her cum if he can see how pretty and used you look cumming on his cock with her own panties in your mouth.
He watches as you press your back against the counter, spreading your legs wider to give him a better view of your pink, swollen pussy. He can see how badly you need to cum, how desperate you are for his permission. He steps between your legs, his thick cock pressing against your entrance once again.
she moves one leg around his hip as to ask for help because she can’t talk with the panty silencer.
He understands your non-verbal request and grabs your leg, lifting it higher around his hip. This exposes your pussy even more and allows him to push inside you deeper with ease. He starts thrusting slowly, his eyes locked onto your pretty face with the panties stuffed in your mouth.
your eyes droop sweetly. you feels you earned it. you need to cum for him. you wants to.
He watches your sweet expression, how you become such a good girl after being teased and humiliated. He knows you need this release, that you're not acting or faking. He picks up his pace, his thick cock pushing in and out of your wet pussy slowly yet deeply, making your legs shake.
your pussy clenching sweetly, she wants the panties out of her mouth finally but you doesn’t dare remove them yourself. Andrew placed them there, Andrew will allow you to be unsilenced when he’s ready.
He notices your pussy squeezing around him like a vice and decides you've earned it. He pulls the panties out of your mouth slowly, letting them hang around one wrist like a little trophy.
you move to kiss him sweetly, you want to be kiss and fucked til you cums now. you’re through with the mean mean side of Andrew. when you gets closer to orgasm you prefers him talkin her through it.
He meets your lips gently this time, the kiss deepening as he continues fucking you steadily. He understands your preference and starts whispering filthy sweet nothings against your lips. "Such a good girl. Look how nicely you're taking my cock... Almost there, baby?"
Andrew swallows your whimpers, his hands tangled in your hair possessively. He knows you're trying not to be loud so he keeps the thrusts deep yet quiet. He murmurs against your lips again, "Spread wider baby... Let me hit that spot..."
you shifts your legs with Andrew’s help as you lean back on the granite kitchen island gripping it.
With your legs spread wider, he hooks one arm under your knee to lift your leg higher, exposing your pussy even more. He finds the perfect angle and starts hitting your G-spot with each thrust, the thick head of his cock pressing against it mercilessly. "There... Right there, baby?"
you nods and it feels so good she could cry.
Seeing tears of pleasure welling up in your eyes does something to him - it makes him want to fuck you even slower and more deliberately, hitting that spot harder each time. He catches a tear with his tongue before he kisses you. "Good girl... You're doing so well..."
you nod and more tears fall before you can help it, “s-just feels so good” she whispers her lip trembles.
He loves how sensitive you are tonight, how easily he can bring tears to your eyes with pleasure alone. He wraps his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you closer as he fucks into you harder but still quietly. "Almost there baby... Feel how deep I am?"
Andrew notices the tears shimmering in the fluorescent light, the sight making his cock swell inside you. He kisses your neck softly and whispers against your skin. "Such a pretty little thing... Crying while I fuck you..." He slows his pace slightly, making sure each thrust hits that spot perfectly.
Seeing your lip tremble makes him want to fuck you even slower, wanting to draw out your pleasure as long as possible. He presses his forehead against yours, their breaths mingling as he speaks softly. "You’re gonna cum on my dick like a good girl, aren’t you baby?"
“mhmm” you hum gently not wanting to be too loud not that there’s no panties to muffle you.
Feeling your gentle hum against his lips sends shivers down his spine. He starts moving even slower, each deliberate thrust stretching you out deliciously. He watches your face carefully, loving how red and tear-stained it is from pleasure. "That’s it... Right there..."
You kiss him messily, mumbling brokenly, “gonna… gonna… Andrew-”
He captures your messy kisses, knowing you're about to lose complete control. He whispers passionately against your mouth. "That's it baby... Cum on my cock..." He presses deeper with each thrust, hitting your spot perfectly "Such a good girl..."
He groans quietly at the feeling of your pussy tightening around him, pulsating with your orgasm. He grabs your ass with both hands, pulling you even closer, buried as deep as possible inside you. "Fuck... Just like that..." He continues moving slowly, drawing out your orgasm
she buries her face into his neck, He wraps his arms around you protectively, holding you close as you ride out the waves of your orgasm. He presses soft kisses to your neck and shoulder, whispering soothing words. "Shh... I've got you baby... You did so good..."
He carries you to his bedroom, his arms wrapped around your legs and back. He kicks the door shut behind him and lays you down gently on the bed. He tosses his pants and your panties aside, then climbs onto the bed, settling between your legs. "Lift your hips baby..."
He pulls off your skirt carefully and throws it aside. He grabs a warm cloth from the bedside table and gently cleans you up, removing any evidence of your earlier activity. Once you're clean, he pulls out a large t-shirt and a pair of his boxers, sliding them onto you.
she blushes at pope dressing her because she’s so exhausted, He smiles softly at your blush, finding it adorable. He helps you sit up and pulls the t-shirt over your head, then slips the boxers up your legs. Once you're dressed, he pulls you back down onto the pillows and wraps his arms around you. "You're exhausted baby..."
you nod, “can’t imagine why..” you mumble sarcastically.
He laughs softly, swatting your hip lightly. He knows you're sore and tired from him throwing you against walls and taking you on kitchen counters. He pulls the blanket up over you protectively, wrapping an arm around your waist possessively. "Smartass..."
He smiles to himself and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, holding you close. He runs his fingers through your hair gently, watching as you slowly drift off to sleep in his arms. He's completely content in this moment, holding his girl and knowing she's safe and happy with him.
