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꒰🐰꒱﹒about me﹒⟢
she/her ~ you can call me molly! or you can call me puppy. (but I’d probably get a little too excited about that) (oh no) (don’t call me puppy) (I’d hate that soo much)
mostly reblogs or whatever’s on my mind.
interests ⇢ breaking bad, the office, new girl, marvel, twilight harry potter and the hunger games.
꒰🎼꒱﹒music mitski, lana del rey, deftones, the smiths, paramore, jeff buckley and radiohead
spirit animal is 100% a deer. Hot older men are my fricking poison
this is an 18+ blog, so expect nsfw posts, & plenty of hot sexy men.
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currently on vacation wishing I had Pope who gets a little too touchy around the pool but will also do little things for me like pulling my hair up so it’s off my neck when I’m all hot and sticky
꒰ ⟡ 𝒎𝒅𝒏𝒊 ⸝ 𝒄𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝒘𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 : 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽 𝖽𝗈𝗏𝖾 , 𝖽𝗈 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝖾𝖺𝗍 . . heavy fauxcest . established relationship . daddy ᵎᵎ jack abbot . female ᵎᵎ reader . use of dad , daddy , dada . use of little one , baby , daughter . doctor patient roleplay . medplay . fingering . biting . unprotected piv penetration . male ﹠ female orgasms . all characters are 𝟤𝟣 years or older ﹠ consenting adults . .
꒰ ⟡ 𝒔𝘂𝗺𝗺𝗮𝗿𝘆 : dadbf jack plays out a scene as soon as he gets off nightshift ᵎ 𝟥.𝟪k words .
꒰ ⟡ 𝒏𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 : basically just more fauxcest smut ᵎ title is inspired from unfit by kmfdm ❤︎
You weren’t used to hospitals — and in all aspects of whom you cultivated a relationship with, the mere fact of your unfamiliarity with the PMTC was a bit obscene. Yet, when you received a message that Jack needed you, post-haste and post-night shift, you appealed, allured into his own audacious fantasy. Preceding the glow of dawn, you were beckoned and discreetly tucked away in a vacant exam room, now awaiting and alone. You had slipped into the provided hospital gown, with pebbled nipples straining against the thin and nearly transparent cotton. The stale air of the space was suffused with the scent of antiseptic and your own arousal, and the fluorescents above your head furiously blared in a sneer, striking down bright upon the tile. You presume it’s been slow before the daybreak, or else Jack would not have withheld enough energy to sneak you in for the sake of play. Still, your gut swirls with lingering reluctance and lust, and you fidget your fingers until Jack finally knocks upon the door. He peeks inside with a soft grin before proceeding into the rest of the room, locking the handle behind him.
Despite it not entirely fitting the role, you couldn’t help but break into a full smile at the sight of him, your Dad. It had been a bleak shift for him — it nearly always was when you were what awaited him at home. He looked nearly deluded with exhaustion, and tinged with desperation for you, his sweet girl.
Jack sighs happily, as if he’s already sated with the glimmer of your teeth and your honeyed little hum of, “hi dad…” Your socked feet are hung off the table, kicking up like a joy-strewn puppy attempting to behave and not yet pounce on him. Jack is immediately permitted to swallow his groan, his cock already starting its swell in the groin of his black scrubs.
“Hey, sugar,” he smiles back, the creases by his mouth gleaming in the white-hot lighting. He steps close and slips right into the scene, his brows furrowing in faux concern about what’s ‘written’ on the chart before he meets your eyes again.
“See here you’re having some pain in your privates?” His finger taps at the folder twice before gently setting it down on the counter. “Mind if the doctor takes a look?” You nod, shifting your thighs together and suckling on your bottom lip, succumbing to his request and spreading them.
Jack is unable to suppress his smirk, tugging up the scrub fabric on his thighs to properly sit on the stool in an examination. Your slick imbues freshly through your underwear, and he nearly shivers with anticipation before exhaling slowly. His thick palms press at your knees, shoving them more apart, and you hike the hospital gown up enough to expose the sliver of skin just above your waistband.
You’re irrevocably swollen – Jack can already tell from how see-through your panties are; the translucence from the seeping slick now outlines your tender, tumid folds, and he begins to trace them with the lightest touch, noting the contour of your puffy pussy lips and how your pleading clit is nudging through the thin fabric. Another groan is subdued in his throat when he conceals his desire within his ‘Doctor Dad’ facade, and he slowly peels the sticky fabric off of your cunt. Strings of your arousal break with distance, and you begin to leak on the paper beneath you. You’re so reddened, and Jack bites back a beratement – he can already tell that you’ve been rubbing the night away while he’s been working – although for now, he feigns indifference.
“Okay, baby, I see you’re having some swelling and tenderness. I’ll need to check everything carefully.” You nod, listening to his clinical request as you watch your Dad snap on sterilizing gloves, whimpering when his thick digits flex beneath the material. “I’m going to press gently to access the inflammation. Tell me if it hurts too much, alright?”
His hand rubs at your inner thigh in a poor play of professional detachment. “Deep breath for me now.”
Your hips twitch involuntarily with your stifled breath, and Jack just drinks in each little reaction of your body. His eyes are dimming now, the hazel spurred within them now staining with something darker. Something languorous.
A blue-veiled index finger begins to prod the swell of your slick pussy, and immediately, you squirm and choke down whines of pleasure. His lips quirk up when a fat drool glistens out of your cunt.
“That’s it. Just relax for me, little one... Know it must feel strange with Dad touchin’ you like this…” Jack chuckles, and it’s playfully light, as if he’s mending a scraped knee or bandaging a papercut, rather than probing himself at your drippy little pussy. You try, and wholly fail, to not rut on his hand when he firmly presses his thumb on your pulsing, gooey bud – you cant your hips up eagerly in an involuntary response.
His brows raise in that subtle, parental admonishment, clicking his tongue to talk. “Tch. Baby... I need you to stay still so I can get a good look.” The sensation on your clit slows to a soft and deliberate taunt, a testament to the former pressure he’d just tormented your body with.
“‘m sorry, dad.” You mumble, biting hard onto your lip. He retracts unreservedly then, adjusting his gloves in the respectable role of your current physician.
It’s impossible for Jack to remain stoic when his own face is flush with want. His groin aches, and his cock is evidently bobbing through the strained material of his scrubs. He finds himself leaning in between your quivering thighs, attempting a steadying breath. The role is crumbling; he can’t help it — he’s more Dad than Doctor when his face dips in, his nose brushing the inside of your thigh to inhale the scent. Your skin is sugared from body lotion, warm and salted from the night, and infused with the sweet aroma of what drips out of your swollen little pussy. He sighs, sitting up to conjure up some composure, and slips a gloved hand against your cunt.
“Okay, sugarplum. You’re definitely inflamed.” He nods once to himself before parting your inner folds to expose the glistening that clings to them. He can see your hole undulate at his touch, clenching on nothing before more translucent want weeps out of you.
“Does it hurt when I do this?” He asks, playing into the part of what’s purely diagnostic. He applies the pressure of his two digits right against where your entrance quivers to be filled, and instantly, your throat cracks out a whine. Jack ignores it, pressing more pronouncedly onto your hole. “What about here, honey?” He ponders out loud, before shoving his gloved index finger past the ring of muscle, pushing all the way inside you, scraping walls with an audible squelch. You let out a pitched gasp, nearly a moan, and much too loud for the exam room. He prods into the tender flesh of your tightening cunt, and the pressure has your back already arching and eyes clenching shut. The paper crinkles under your writhing body as you ineptly simulate the ingenuousness you’re supposed to exude.
“ahh–! dad.. dad, that.. feels rea- really funny,” you whine out, whilst your doctor remains neutral. He’s too fucking good at this, feigning it all in this fantasy of provoking pleasure in a poorly oblivious and inexperienced ‘patient.’ You want to kick his ribs, jam your heel in an effort to bare his skin and rip off those godforsaken black scrubs, to just have his swelling dick deep inside you already. But you don’t. You just worry at your lip, peering down at your Dad’s forehead lines and how they scrunch in his rapt perusal of your pussy. You stare at the silvered curls that streak against your thighs, softly sweeping over your skin and leaving you to shiver in their wake.
“Funny, huh? Hmmm…” His voice is heavier now, and the breaths that exude from his lungs are hot and curling over your clit in a whisper of sensation. Your hole flutters in a relentless, sloppy throb.
“Does it feel funny when I do this?" His finger inside mushes itself right inside that soft, sponged spot inside, and this time, you do react, in a roused, surprised moan. Your hips buck, and you shudder, half slouched on the wall against the exam table. Jack’s mouth is only mere inches from your warmth now, and it takes everything in him not to salivate and suck on your turgid, needy bud. You smell like sweet musk, heat and heaven, and he parts his lips to aspirate the flavor, swallowing it thickly before forcing out another fallacious assessment with a frown.
“Oh. That doesn’t feel any better, does it, pumpkin?” He sighs, his brows furrowing in a contrived look of bewilderment – he acts as if you’re in physical, unexplainable pain, rather than sensitivity from hammering arousal and your need for release. But Jack can’t quite angle his wrist right with enough success to ram in relentless thrusts, and he pulls out and away as a result. You whine with sheer impotence and anguish.
“Let’s try something else. Lay back, honey. Let Dad take another look.”
You’re too distraught with the discomfort to discern Jack’s feverish desire. This innocent doctor-patient act you both are playing at has his fat dick pulsing, his breaths too fast, and he has to force himself to maintain configuration. Maybe he’ll just cum contactless. It already feels like he will. He’s dribbling precum already, and his hips twitch every so often to spurt and slicken his boxers. It certainly wouldn’t be the first time. He’s not sure that they’ll ever be a last – his kid tests him and his virility more often than he should allow.
Jack’s teeth spear into his bottom lip, watching you obey doctor’s orders so willingly. You reposition yourself to properly lie vertically on the table, your tiny cunt smearing on the paper sheet as Jack rounds the side on the stool. Your knees are bent past the edge, feet hung once again, before he’s racking a leg over his shoulder to properly spread and palm your heat. His free hand presses on the plush of your inner thigh to keep you splintered open for when he plunges his thick digits back in. And he does, immediately. Before you can seal your legs shut again. Two fingers pry against sloppy petals, and then penetrate inside of you once more. The friction of his finger pads grind incessantly against the sweet spot where you throb, and it draws out a long, tormented moan from you.
“Ah..” He smiles in faux guile at the diagnostic discovery, “I think I know what the problem is – My baby’s pussy is empty. Poor little cunt.. that’s why you’re all puffy, isn’t it, honey?”
You whimper and nod discordantly, babbling out a, “yes, doctor,” that makes Jack’s hips twitch as the knot in his gut stutters a sharp spike of arousal down through his spine.
“That’s right. Doctor Dad's gonna fix you right up.” Jack promises, but the pressure of his digits inside remains too slow.
You still gush, squelching out when you push your cunt up on his knuckles, moaning an implore of, “dada– please dada, more…”
Jack groans gutterrally at your prattish want, pressing kisses to the side of your knee that’s slung over him. “Yeah. That’s right baby, it’s Dada. And Dada’s just trying to make you feel better. Although…” He fucks his fingers deeper against your fleshy, inner walls, just to accentuate his unsound words, “I’ve never had a patient react quite like this before.”
“s’ ‘cause ‘m your daughter,” you murmur back, and your shameless, immediate claim nearly makes him cum untouched in his scrubs.
“Fuck… Yeah. I know.” Jack grits out with fierce need, his breath ragged, and his grasp on your thigh grows white-knuckle taut for a moment before relaxing again. “Can’t let my baby hurt, though.”
You’re a prowess for fucking ruining him. You always do. And in reply, he mars you with two fingers deep within the confines of your body. His exhale is dizzy, his eyes hazed, and he heeds all he can muster to subsist through the scene.
Your squishy pussy slips out more arousal, puddling up the paper below the cleft of your ass. When Jack speaks again, it's only hushed in condescension – all saccharine and succulent, just to make you snivel.
“Ohh, look at you. Baby’s getting allll fussy, over just a little checkup, huh? Just so runny down here...” The words melt off his tongue and settle hot in your spine. Jack fucks his fingers harder, before popping them halfway out, just to see your poor, inflamed little pussy flow out arousal. “Aw. Look at her. Makin’ a little river for Dad.”
You start thrashing when he doesn’t press himself back in, beginning to purposefully and petulantly whine aloud. Jack watches as you attempt to toss – your thighs only tremble in his asundering grip, but the calf crutched over his shoulder shudders against his jaw, shoving flush with his face in defiance. His teeth sink in before his mind can interject. And it works. It does halt your twisting muscles.
You gasp, pacified immediately from the pain as you’re left panting. Jack doesn’t shred through skin – it's only just enough to stifle your squirms, leaving your lower leg indented with a bite pooling with saliva. His laugh is bitter, bred straight from tutelarous, torturous depths, sated from your stasis and sweet, shuddering cunt. It’s an unbidden break in the role, clearly, but he’s able to curb it and recompose himself. He kisses the faceted mark before a grin furls onto his lips.
“Poor little one. Can’t even stay still for her exam.”
You don’t respond; you can’t, really. You just turn your head away as a pout blooms on your face in a biddable, silent plea. Jack clears his throat, pinching at your inner thigh with his free hand.
“I see. That’s not what a good little baby does, you know… You have to try to hold steady for the doctor, or I’m not going to be able to make you stop hurting… Do you understand that, sweetheart? Can you listen? Stay still for Dad?”
Your mouth stays silent in an attempt to concentrate on remaining stationary, but your pussy whines in squelches when he twists his wrist, angling it a little deeper once again. It’s not until you experience the icy sensation of metal, softly pressed against your pleading clit, that a sound, a gasp, is wrung high and raw from your throat.
“Such a reactive little patient.” Jack’s smirks, positioning the stethoscope more firmly as your pulse hammers through your wet, wanting flesh. “Making such a mess of my equipment, baby… but Daddy has to listen; your rhythm is accelerated.”
You mewl, unmoving, even as his fingers frot knuckle-deep inside, gently swirling the diaphragm through the slick that’s soaked and sticky on your bulb of nerves.
“Babycunt’s all throbby… She’s beating so hard.”
Jack sighs with furrowed brows and faux apprehension; Your ‘ailment’ is not yet cured by the remedy of his hands. Of course, Jack also knows that he hasn’t given you enough pressure or pace to cum – the torment of your pleasure is a part of the appeal and the scene. And so his digits pause inside you once more and press hard into your plush spot while you fight the need to writhe. “Such excessive sensitivity. I think… I think you need a different course of treatment, little one.”
He sighs before he stops all the stimulation of your pussy. Fingers force themselves out of your stretched, seeping hole; the stethoscope is withdrawn and whisked away, and you cry in helplessness and denial.
Jack stands with a groan, his good knee popping at the joint while his prosthetic adjusts to position. He grins as you weep, watching you grind on the paper, mindless and crying. His hands slip beneath the hospital gown, below your arms, as he hikes you higher off the table, hips raised in the air for him to properly scale himself against your lain form.
His girthy thighs ascend from his scrubs as he sheds them off just enough to expose his hardened, seeking cock. A fat dribble of precum weeps out when it’s exposed to air, and Jack grunts, squeezing his length while his other hand parts your thighs, exposing your already clenching pussy.
“Dad’s gonna give you the right medicine now, okay, baby?” Jack doesn’t wait for you to respond – you only convey yourself with a baby whine, anyway. He just drags your hips to his, notching his puffy, pleading tip against your slit.
“Shh… shh, honey.” He rasps in a whisper, entirely enthralled by the way your eager cunt is already attempting to clench on his cockhead. “S’just a special treatment, okay? Take it like a good baby.”
The first push makes you cry out, your hole so hot and puffy, stretching out on his fat dick while he just coos to you. “Fuck… there she is. Jus’ a little stretch — you’re okay, you got it.”
He slots the thick, aching length of him further inside your plush, clamping walls, even as you whimper softly. “Gonna get you all better, kid.”
With a squelching thrust, more of your slick sputters out of your creamy cunt, suckling your Dad further inside. Jack grunts, his hands pressing to your hips, holding you still as he pumps himself deeper, prodding into the walls of your warmth. His lips are parted, eyes closed and biceps tense as he holds back the sharp curls of heat that spike in his groin. His baby just feels so good. Pulsing and squeezing him, and he bucks up once more, pulling your pelvis tight against his. His swollen cockhead buries itself right against the spongy spot inside you, your palpitating, quivering pussy beating right through the veins that bulge through his dick. You watch Jack bite his bottom lip, his mouth dipping into those familiar lines around the silver bristles when he frowns in pleasure – entirely enraptured in the way you ripple around him. A hand of his shoots down to steel himself, pinching at the base of his cock to calm the orgasm that simmers inside his gut.
You listen to your Dad pant, before he’s giving an exploratory roll into the tightening clutch of his baby, kissing up at your cervix, and making you gasp out with the full sensation.
His thumb finally makes contact with your sticky, exposed bundle of nerves, which is already engorged from so much friction and firmed up with blood flow. Jack rubs it in lavishing glides, in tandem with each shivering thrust that he makes inside you, and the heat in your belly sunders. Your orgasm hits in a hot, dizzying surge of seeping arousal. You gush from around him with a gasp, your body nearly convulsing with the clench of your pussy. Your puffy walls writhe against the thick ridges of him, cumming on your Dad’s length in extended whimpers of ravishing pleasure.
“Oh, looook at you.” Jack chuckles gruffly, “Cumming so sweetly for the doctor.” You can hear the infantilizing tone of his voice, and it only makes your cunt shudder harder in a constricting hold on him. “Mmh– I know… Didn’t know a checkup would feel this good, did you, honey?”
You respond with a shake of your head, or more of a jerky sway, accompanied by a dazed look in your eye when you look up at your Dad. He moans above you, at the scent and sight of him sinking himself further in and out of your pussy, watching his baby’s cunt swallow the slick, thick base of him.
“That’s it– fuck. Dad’s just gotta fill you with your medicine, baby.” Jack slots himself entirely inside, for the final time, flush with your hips, slumped and bent over your body to press against your chest. He feels the throbbing, sticky sheath of you on the swell of his cock, gripped and twitching tight. His free hand clasps, clenched on the side of the exam table as he ruts needily inside your tender, twitching little cunt before stilling. Jack cums with a sharp, hoarse groan, flooding you in scorched surges of warmth. His orgasm nearly feels endless as he seeps into you, filling his baby, and fucking himself deeper when spurt after spurt shoots through his slit and thickly stuffs your puffy hole. He doesn’t stop; not until there’s a foamed ring of your cum and his semen coating the base of his cock where the silver hair curls and prickles at his groin.
The exam room is silent except for shared pants and pulses. Jack peers down at you only after the post-sex moments stretch long, and he’s purely endeared by how thoroughly and undoubtedly wrecked you are – cheeks seeped wet, lips parted and glistening saliva down your chin. You’re fiercely clamped on his now slackening cock as if he belongs confined inside of you – and yet, you both are eerily cognizant that the truth is that he does; You’re inexorably, and painfully, aware of your dependence on each other, on the bond that blooms with such inexplicable love. And, of course, the ‘treatment’ of having your Dad spill into your cunt until you’re both trembling and sticky with sweat and cum.
Your eyes tiredly meet his own – dizzy, dreary, and splashed dark with devotion for his daughter. His lungs stutter with his breaths, but Jack smiles with surfeit, still half bowed over you, chest to chest and snuggling his face into your neck. Your senses are fully saturated with only him. The scent of his cum, his sweat, accompanied by the airy, florality of Hibiclens wash and the bergamot of his cologne that seems to curl itself through it all.
“thanks f’curing me, dad.. feels so good now.” You declare ditzily, grinning against his mussed tresses, and Jack huffs a spent, sated laugh in response.
“Mm. Course, baby. You’re always such a sweet, little patient for me,” He slurs back, pressing kisses over your collarbone where the gown has dipped down enough for exposure. Your hand slips into his silver, sweat-damp hair, feeling the curls as he sighs into the sensation, subtly grinding his softening, tender length still inside, just to keep you closer.
You’ll be sore and sticky – and he’ll certainly have to sterilize the room after such an intense exam. But for now, Jack is able to savor this; The besotted touches and shivers from him hauled in your warmth. The afterglowed, winsome whispers under the white fluorescent lights, the flush of your cheeks and the flutters of your lashes – all prior to the sunrise, and another precious, sweet-natured day of loving you.
your eyes are clouded by an overwhelming sense of want , your breathing is shallow, and every nerve in your body burns so intensely that you can no longer think clearly.
your nails dig into his muscular back, leaving behind angry red marks, but neither of you seems to care, especially jack. when you pull him so desperately close, trying to kiss him and failing miserably, because with every thrust of his thick cock into your virgin pussy, your full lips involuntarily part, letting little moans escape from your soft mouth, it makes him want nothing more than to continue this sweet torture, unable to take his eyes off your pretty face contorted by the pleasure he is causing.
his hips move slowly, grinding his veiny cock so deliciously against your sensitive, creamy walls that you try to push him deeper inside you, but he won’t let you—no matter how many times you whisper broken pleas or how hard you try to move your body to show him you want it, he won’t give in; he can’t, jack has his own rules and priorities, and at the top of that list is you and your well-being.
“i won't go any faster, sweetheart. it's for your own good, you understand? daddy doesn't want to hurt you” he says, grabbing your chin with his hand, forcing you to look at him, stroking your lower lip with his thumb “tell me you understand” he orders, but when you respond with a nod, he shakes his head in dissatisfaction “use your words baby”
“i understand daddy” you say meekly, and your body almost immediately obeys the older man's words.
and jack, as a reward, kisses your full lips tenderly, lazily running his tongue across them, slipping it inside and tasting your saliva, causing you to respond very eagerly, moaning with delight.
you’re too busy savoring his lips to feel one of his rough hands trace along your flesh, finding its way to your swollen clit. only when he begins to massage it with precision, pulling it ever so slightly, do you gasp and clench tighter, cumming almost instantly, spilling your juices over yourself and jack.
and he purrs with satisfaction, continuing his little game.
he’ll make you come like that twice, maybe three more times, and then maybe he’ll let himself fuck you hard and give you what you so desperately asked for.
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Thinking about being pressed up against Pope Cody and he’s so hard and warm and huge and ughhhh
He’s got you prone bone, hard tummy and pecs pressed flat against your back, a layer of slick sweat between your bodies. His forearms are locked on the mattress, caging your head between them. All you have to do is tilt your face slightly to suck on the hot, sticky sweet skin of his freckled arm.
His lips ghost the shell of your ear, letting out needy, breathy moans. His tongue darts out to tease your earlobe before he nibbles on it, continuing to pound his cock into you.
“Oh fuck, Pope. I need more, I need—” you let out a strangled moan, struggling to vocalize what your body wants from his.
“Words, baby. You gotta tell me,” he growls, thrusts never faltering.
“Closer, I need you closer,” you cry.
“I’m right here, I’m right on you baby,” he coos, trying to push his weight further into your backside.
“I need more,” you moan, bringing your hands up to grip onto his arms, desperate.
“Shit, okay. Lift your head up.”
You comply, pushing yourself up off the mattress just enough for Pope to snake his arm around your neck, holding your head up with his bicep. He flexes his muscles, causing your vision to blur slightly from the pressure at your throat.
The sensation of him choking you with his arm combined with the weight of him flush against your back as he ruts himself in and out of you has your walls clenching around his thick cock, pleasure flooding between your legs.
Pope’s orgasm follows close behind yours, warm ropes of cum filling you up as you’re still coming down from your high.
He sucks hot, wet kisses against the back of your neck, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.
You relish in the feeling of his body weight still pressed into you as he releases his hold around your neck. All fucked out, he’s practically crushing you with his muscular frame, your own makeshift weighed blanket … <3
[✿] ⁺ your older attending who praises you all the time knowing the effect it has on you.
a/n: sorry i need to get this out real quick bc of this video here -> tiktok !
your older attending who praises you all the time knowing the effect it has on you. jacks a very knowing man. he can pick up on almost anything with just a glance. he thought it was cute that you thought it would get past him. your thing for praise. you weren’t very good at hiding it, at least from him. your eyes would pool up a look of a silent beg for more when he’d tell you that he was proud of your work. that “you’re one of his smartest doctors” and “he’s glad to have you on his team.” he didn’t say that to much people, but he knew that look. pupils blown and bottom lip quivering, brain working to come up with an appropriate response. “t-thanks, dr. abbot. means…its means a lot to me.” you gulped out, twirling your thumbs around each other and holding eyes contact like your life depended on it. you were such a brave girl, he thought. it made him think about your limit. how far could he go? would you be able to take it?
it started off slow. the compliments were more frequent. “nice work, kid. knew you had it in you..” was say quietly into your ear after your swooped in and saved the patients life last minute. you should’ve been running off the high of saving a life, but your attending’s words had you going like nothing else ever had. you wondered if you imagining things, that all of words of encouragement were normal. he probably does that with everyone. nope! jack was surprised with how well you were handling it. although, he could see the pretty mask you put up crumble every time he dropped praise into the palm of your hands. your brows would twitch up every single time, thighs almost squeezing together but stopping before he could notice. but jack always notices. he always knows.
the final straw was when he let the two letter pantie dropper out. he pulled you to the side, feign concern your practices. he told you he just wanted to check in, making sure that you’ve been kept all the valuable information he’s taught you in that pretty brain of yours. “m’so sorry, dr abbot. i’ll make sure to s-stay focused. it won’t happen again i promise.” you mumbled out, but holding your head high to not disappoint the man you looked up to. “it’s okay, sweetheart. i trust you. you’re a good girl…my best.” god, he was fucking torturing you. you eye twitched like your brain short circuit. it was too much.
so, when he’s finally got you in his bed, he knows that you’d cum so fast with just a little bit of sweet words pouring into your ears. “there we go, honey. you’re doin so good. s’perfect for me…you’re so fuckin perfect.” did the trick, causing your back to the arch of his mattress and your nails to digging into the freckled skin of his shoulders. you cried you, throwing your head back in pure bliss as you repeated the only word you could remember. “j-jack!”
Pope who’s so so so big and strong. Thick forearms straining while he presses his big hand against the backs of your thighs to pin them to your chest, ankles dangling up helplessly in the air while he has his fingers plunging into your messy cunt. Wiggling in his hold on you, pathetic whines humming in your throat with the ease he restrains you with, sinking two fingers in and out of your cunt slow and languid, watching the way your puffy pussy sucks him in. The heel of his palm bumps against your sensitive cunt that gushes with each curl of his fingers, thighs tensing to be let down, tits smushed against your knees. You babble his name helplessly, fingers pawing at whatever part of him you can reach, thick fingers fucking into you like a cock, he’s giving you so much already but you’re so desperate for the real thing. He’s swatting your hands away and pushing your thighs apart to slot himself between your dangling legs, pulling your ankles up onto his shoulders to keep you from clamping your knees together when his palm starts smacking against your clit, “Say it,” he rasps, your pitchy cries overshadowing the debauched sounds of your eager pussy soaking him down to the knuckle, “Use your words, come on. Big girls ask for cock when they want it. Gotta spit it out.”
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Jack Abbot comes home from work after a rough shift and sees you in the living room and has his way with you (it's all consented)
combining these :3 cw daddy usage, somno, little to no prep, established free use, Jack is rough and but loving n doting
Jack would sigh heavy, eyes shut as he gently closes the door behind himself. he strips off his jacket and bag, letting it hit the tile hard enough to make your couch table shake. he’s ready to slug on to your shared room, take you in his arms and collapse. but the daydream stops when he does in his tread, eyes shutting hard as he recalls the harrowing night he’s had.
he loves his job, he loves being busy. but god. sometimes, when it’s the happy hour rush of the night and patients are flying in faster than they can stand, he’s ready to face plant the cold pittsburg concrete.
Jacks eye is caught when they open, caught by you. it wasn’t surprising that you slept on the couch, you probably tried staying up to see him or talk to him throughout the night, or, you got caught up watching your shows. and with the sight of your phone loosely in your hand, and the “are you still watching?” on the tv, it’s clear you couldn’t decide.
his shoulder slump forward as he forced himself to relax, decompress, a little. he takes you in; you lie there with your face in the pillow, his green SWAT shirt rests over your body and rides up your back slightly, giving him a little look at your cotton white panties.
your one leg hangs out the throw blanket that’s too small fully cover you, you’ve got your fuzzy socks on, the ones he always teases you over because your feet get freezing cold at night and you always just have to plant them flat on his warm bare back.
Jack lets his arms sway as he looks at you, holding his breath so the room is quiet enough to try and hear yours. he gets a huge wave of cuteness aggression when he finds you like this, so unbothered, peaceful.
so peacefully, and fully his girl. his lady sleeping in his (probably dirty) uniform and her fluffy socks, not a care in the world. his wife resting on his couch, who fell asleep with the thought of bothering him throughout his shift on her mind. because you love him.
you love him in all his glory, all his flaws, all his faults, his anger, his depressive tendencies. you even love him after he defiles you, when he yanks the dirty scrub bottoms off and spits in his hand, other hand shoving his boxers down and lathering it on his hardening dick. like he was doing now.
the sun creeps in as he stand over you, hunched and kicking away his clothes as he pulls away the cover over your legs. he pulls his lips in to silence any noise from him, his calloused hand grabbing at the back of your thigh. you move like dough under him, you’re soft, warm, unconscious. malleable.
he moves your leg that hangs off the couch further, spreading your legs open and pulling you panties to hang off them. he could stay like this, jerking off over your ass, squeezing and grabbing at the soft flesh and getting little peaks of your cunt. but he knows he’ll give in. he needs you, honeybun. Jack had a long shift, you’ll let him play with you a bit, yeah?
“love your little pussy, baby.” he uses his thumbs to spread your ass, seeing your wet entrance stretch a little. “daddy’s gonna be a little rough baby, m’sorry.” he mumbled low into the room as he climbs overtop of you. “but daddy also had a rough night. you understand..”
he holds your ass apart as he rubs his tip along your cunt, wasting no time and shoving himself inside you halfway. the intrusion of his girthy cock forcing into your sleepy, unstretched cunt wakes you immediately, getting a shrieky oh!! out of you, your head turning as you squirm under him.
“m’sorry honey..” Jack mumbles, though holding your back down to stop you from lifting up. “j-Jack..? Jack??” you gasp, grasping at the cushions under you when he thrusts the rest of himself in you, a raspy groan exiting him. he fucks you harder when you clenched down, eager to push him out but he’s just so fucking big.
your hand reaches back to try and overpower him, push him off, something, “stop baby, stop,” Jack pushes you back down, ignoring your little mewls and moans and grabbing at your chin from the side. “s’just me, ok? look, open your eyes-yeah, see? just me,” he nods along to his words, looking into your sleepy, frightened eyes as you sport a pout, whimpering under him.
you let out a breath, relaxing in his grip while he continues to fuck you open, “Jaaack, m’sleepy, can’t do this when you’re so big..” you whine, wrapping your arms around your pillow and arching your ass up to him. “i know babygirl, daddys sorry. had a rough night..just lemme use my girl a second, kay?”
his meaty hands holds your hips down to the couch, and he throws his head back in a groan, mouth agape and brows reaching his hairline. “fuuuck baby that’s it, that’s fuckin’ it. she’s bein’ soo good…soo warm n wet for me.” “m’always good for you, jackie..” your little voice makes his head perk up, seeing you look up at him so sweet, sucking on your bottom lip as the sun creeps onto your face.
“yes you are baby, f’course you are,” he sports a little smile through his parted lips, “always so good for me, even when you’re sleep. always open up for me, welcome me with this wet pussy,” he slaps your ass, grabbing it and jiggling you in his grasp. “you still tired baby? can go to sleep if you want, ok? don’t worry bout me, i’ll be done soon.”
you hear the soft clap of his pelvis hitting your ass when he starts driving his cock in you, one hand flat on your back as the other pets at your head, laying you back against the pillow sweetly. “mhm, fuck-yeah, daddy’ll be done soon. so fucking good honey.” hes so sweetums ૮˃̵֊ ˂̵ ა
soft launching my size kink by telling him “I’m soo much stronger than you” uggh it makes my brain dizzy.. and they fall for it everyy time sending those slutty bicep pictures in a heartbeat
and this will be the death of me cause I went on a date with this guy once and all I could babble out when we met was “omg you’re soo tall.. what the fuck..” which I reiterated multiple times after he hugged me
soft launching my size kink by telling him “I’m soo much stronger than you” uggh it makes my brain dizzy.. and they fall for it everyy time sending those slutty bicep pictures in a heartbeat
cw: 18+ mdni, smut, d/ș dynamics, humpíng :p, p in v
He’s been making those corny jokes your entire shift, randomly poking your sides as he sees you rounding the nurses station trying to find spare rooms, bumping shoulders when you’re observing a patient.
“What’s up with you tonight Dr. Abbot?”
His eyes flicker from you, who’s typing away at the computer, then to Lena who’s more than intrigued. You can see the the end of his lip curve upward just for a slight second, sucking in a breath before putting on that charming smile, “I can’t check on my favorite nurses? Aren’t I supposed to be a good attending?”
You and Lena share a look, both laughing and continuing your tasks, you point at him, finally giving the older man the time of day to see that beautiful face in all your glory, pursing your lips, “First, get away from my station with your shit,” you lick your lips, trying to hide your smile, “and Trauma 2 needs you.”
Abbot let’s put an exaggerated sigh , feet already heading in that direction before you call out, “And try to keep your hands to yourself this time around!”
You’d take those words back if you knew the old man would have you like this, pussy gushing while you clawed at the pillows of your bed, whining and shaking your hips for more movement. Jacks heavy cock slowly rutting through your glistening folds. His cockhead leaking pre everytime he rolls the tip around your puffy clit that makes you groan out.
You reach for his hip again, letting him smack you hand away for the nth time this morning, “You said no touchin honey,” he tilts his head to the side rolling his hips fast this time, watching you wither and gasp at the feel. “M only following your orders.”
“That was only- anngh- only at work!” You whine, glaring at Jack.
“Don’t make that face baby,” he chides with a smirk, leaning back on his hands on the bed, grinding his hips into yours hard, “You run the show here [+], remember?” He grunts, your so fucking warm even if his dick is just feeling the syrup on your pussy lips, “Oooonly doin’ what you tell me to. Mmh- tell me what you want from me sweetheart.”
You mewl, hiccuping, “W-Want you t’ touch me.”
“Been touchin you this whole time though, huh,” Jack, gently pulls you closer by your plush thighs, letting his throbbing tip, ‘plap, plap, plap’ against your fluttering hole. Putting the tip in before pulling out juuust enough then smearing himself on your cunt, “Feel how good we fit together pretty?”
You let out a frustrated cry, tears starting to brim your eyes as you bottom lip trembles. You feel Jacks hand run down your thighs, his voice softer, richer, “Don’t start that baby, told you to use your words.”
“My words.” You repeat, incoherent to Jack but he nods, encouraging you. You let out a breath, “Need you inside me Jack, hck- aangh- please?”
And it’s just enough, Jack sinking his dick inside your hole inch for inch. Stretching you out so good all you can do is squeeze your eyes shut, clawing at his biceps till he’s folding you in half. His lips finding your plump ones as he rolls his hips into yours, velvety walls holding onto him so snug around him as he picks up his pace.
“Goood job baby.”
a/n: I KNOW I don’t go here, it’s obvious, let me have fun too!!! I was converted!!
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Being Jack abbots little young girlfriend and he just gives you his phone. Obviously because you know more about it!!!
He’s driving and his phone dings loudly over the speakers, he nods his head towards it to you in the passenger seat. “Can you see who that is for me?”
When you grab it and open it up (because of course you memorized his password) you groan seeing the text. “Robby says he will be thirty minutes late.”
Jack hums. He’s already switching on the blinker and making a turn. “Well in that case let’s go pick out some ice cream for my girl huh?”
Also!!! Whenever you walk anyplace he just hands it to you. Like the responsibility of putting the phone in his pocket is too much so he whispers out an: “hold on to this for me honey.”
Whenever he gets a call you pull it out and he answers. Always mumbling a “thank you baby.” Like you’re keeping him on track.
And not to mention he comes to you on the weekends showing you his email and asking. “I’ve been trying for fifteen minutes. How do I find the receipt for the airbnb we booked.”
“Jack you told me to book it.”
“How do I find the receipt to the air bnb you booked.”
n’Jack is so deathly scared of someone taking his phone and seeing the nudes you send him in little panties, he’s this close to putting all those photos on a USB. Until you show him the little private folder.
Old man with his phone is what I’m trying to get at.
