Ozzie's Fic Notif Library

The corners of your mouth lift as you think of the silver-haired cook. You hired Jack on a whim, but it was one of the best decisions you ever made. He was your first "in-home" chef, and now you couldn't think of your life without him. Of course, his recipes were delicious, and everyone you hosted raved about his cooking, but he was more than that for you. 

Jack was the one you chatted with every day, especially after intense days at work. You'd sit at the counter with a glass of wine while he prepped and cooked, seemingly enjoying your constant blabbing and venting. Despite all the chopping and sauteing, he never missed a word. He was always there with a follow-up question or snarky response to make you smile.

The atmosphere began to thicken as the year went on. You'd grown fond of the chef after you learned more about him and his life. His time spent as a field cook in the army, the horrific struggle of losing his leg from the knee down, and the devastating loss of his wife. 

He'd caught you staring more than once, and you caught him doing the same. It was like you two were in middle school and neither one could gather the courage to talk about your shared feelings, so you just let it settle into the enriching "work relationship" that it was.

But you knew you'd never meet a man quite as lovely as Jack Abbot.

The basket of freshly picked cucumbers innocently sits on the kitchen marble counter. You eyed them with vivid curiosity. It'd been too long since you last got fucked. You rub a hand over your face. Are you really going to succumb and use a veggie to get yourself off?

"Fuck it."

You grab the largest cucumber from the lot and give it a thorough washing before sliding it between your thighs. The vegetable is now warm to the touch thanks to the rinse, and to your surprise, it feels realistic enough to get the job done. 

You slumped against the counter as you pressed the veggie into your pussy. Your arousal coats the dense flesh just enough to make it slide in with ease. A satisfying moan echoes into the room as the stretch eases the persistent ache buried deep inside. 

Your thoughts drift to Jack as you slowly pump the cucumber in and out. You picture him bending you over and spreading you open, licking at your cunt with his tongue before sliding his cock into your dripping hole. You'd give anything to feel his five o'clock shadow scraping the insides of your thighs.

Your slick cream coats the veggie as the pleasure climbs higher and higher, imagining Jack filling you up with his cu— 

The lock on the front door unlatches causing you to freeze mid thrust. Jack calls out your name as he walks through the foyer alerting you he’s back from the store.

You scramble, unsure of what to do with the incriminating cucumber as the seconds tick down and Jack's booted steps get louder and louder. You make a last-minute decision, one you will not regret, and thrust the cucumber back up into your core and slam your legs shut just as Jack turns in the corner. 

"Man, the market was still packed. I almost got into it with an old lady over a head of lettuce." Jack jokes, beaming a smile at you and placing the overflowing reusable bags on the counter. 

You stand stock still, worried to even speak, let alone meet his gaze, so you run your fingers over the marble pattern of the counter and plan a way out of this mess.

"What's going on?" He asks, reaching for his dark tan apron. His biceps flex under the tightly rolled sleeves of his white tee as he ties the waist strap with a tight knot. 

Your core clenches at the sight. If only you could feel that bicep hooked around your throat. "Shit," you gasp as the cucumber nudges ever so slightly against your g-spot forcing you to brace against the counter. 

Jack sends you a worried stare. "Are you okay? You look a little unwell." He maneuvers around the island quicker than you anticipated, making the alarm bells in your brain sound.

You awkwardly chuckle and raise a hand to reassure him, but the panicky expression plastered across your face doesn't help. "No, no. I'm fine."

"You don't look fine." He places his palm against your forehead, and you do everything in your power not to melt into his touch. "You're kinda warm."

His hazel eyes rake across your face before placing his hands on your shoulders. "Let's get you to bed." 

"No, no, no," you bluster, clutching the counter and squeezing your thighs.

He hooks a determined arm around your waist. "It's okay, I've got you. I won't let anything happen to you."

The moment he moves you, the veggie slips from your core and falls to the floor. 

Jack cranes his head at the strange object bouncing near his boots. His brows pinch as he stares down at the shiny cucumber. "What the fuck?" His eyes flick to the basket a few feet away. "How did you get all the way over here?" 

He bends down to pick it up, but you grab his arm. "No, don't!"

But it's too late.

As Jack stands with the veggie, he notices a peculiar layer of glistening white covering half of the dark green skin.

You don't give him a second longer to wonder. You make a grab for it, but Jack holds you at arm's length and keeps eyeing the veg. 

Something stirs deep inside of him. 

He slowly turns to face you with the biggest smirk. He tilts his head back and looks down his nose at you. 

"Did you fuck this cucumber?"

You beg for a sinkhole to open up beneath you and swallow you whole.

He holds the veggie in front of your face and pins you against the edge of the counter. Your spine curves from the pressure of the hard marble, which forces your chest out. Jack takes a long look and licks his lips.

"What—No— what. No. That's insane." You stare at the ground, begging for any sign of a crack. You've never been so utterly embarrassed before. 

"No, no. Answer my question." He demands, pinching your chin between the fingers of his free hand, and draws your attention back.

Your eyelids flutter when he pushes himself against your body. You don't feel threatened, this is Jack after all, but he's so broad and sturdy he's like a dead-end alley; you've no way out.

You look up at him through your lashes. "Yes."

Jack clenches his jaw. His mind races with depraved images of his boss pleasuring herself with a veggie he grew in her garden and hand-picked himself. 

You frantically try to save the situation by apologizing and offering to break his contract with extra pay before he puts a finger to your lips, quieting your rambling.

"How did it feel?"

Your eyes bug. "What?"

His shoulders relax, and he sinks closer to you. "I asked, how did it feel?"

Your brain races to catch up to his question. You shake your head, "Uh, good?"

"I would hope so by the amount of cream covering it." 

Your lips part with a breathy moan before you gasp and cover your mouth with your hand.

"Did you come?" he coaxes, looking at the soaked cucumber.

"No, you came home before I could."

Jack frowns. "That's too bad. Maybe I could help?"

One booted foot kicks your legs apart, wide enough for him to slot a jean-clad, burly thigh between them and press the thick veggie against your cunt. He slowly pushes the object inside you while he pins you with a fervent stare. You cling to his shoulders like a woman on one of those romance novel covers.

He thrusts the veggie steadily into your warmth, watching with vivid fascination as your face and body respond to his touch. 

"It's a good thing you picked this one."

"Why's that?" you hazily ask, the sweet bliss already making you slur your words.

"'Cause it would've taken longer for me to open you up with my fingers." He proclaims as he unzips his jeans and tugs out his cock.

Your legs almost give out at the sight. "Oh, fuck."

Jack chuckles at your response. "See what I mean?"

His cock is so fat and thick that his fingers barely touch while he glides his hand up and down the shaft. 

The violet, bulbous crown drips with precum, adding lubrication as he pleasures himself in front of you. You'd drop to your knees if he wasn't holding you up at the moment.

He taps his tip against your clit, making you shiver. "You want this, sweetheart?" He curls a hand around the base of your neck, meeting your eyes for consent.

You nod feverishly.

He tuts his tongue and shakes his head. "I need words."

"Please, Jack."

He doesn't wait a second longer and splays his lips over yours. The kiss is all-consuming. As if he's trying to breathe you in, taste and savor every bit of you. He teases at your bottom lip, bidding you to open up before he swipes his tongue across yours. 

Jack notches the pulsing head of his cock against your soaked hole and flicks his eyes to yours. You're lost in his gaze as he starts to push his length in. The pressure is overwhelming; like you're being split in two, you can barely think straight.

"You can take it. You can take it. Almost there," Jack praises over your high-pitched mewls while he circles a nimble thumb over your clit. He sinks his cock deeper into your heat, every inch opening you up until it feels like he's in your belly.

His crown nudges your cervix, making you both groan in unison when he finally bottoms out. 

Jack traces his fingers from your clit to where you're connected, sliding along the taut, slick-covered edge where his cock splits you open. A ravenous growl pours from his throat. "You're stretched to the brim with me, baby." 

All you can do is nod. Your body feels so heavy with him inside you. It's hard to breathe.

He trails kisses along your neck, scratching your skin with his gray whiskers, and slowly withdraws until just the tip is keeping your hole plugged. You whine pathetically when he doesn't push back in. You try to move your hips, but he's got them locked in his grip.

"She missing me already?" he muses, pulsing his cock and making the crown swell. Your pussy clenches in retribution, which earns you a dark laugh from the older man. 

Jack leans back and spits into the valley between your bodies, landing a heavy wad onto his cock, adding to the obscene amount of arousal. 

He drives his girth into your cunt with one long thrust. You've never been stretched like this before. He quells the feverish ache you've been living with for so long. Your body melts under his touch.

Jack keeps a steady pace, sawing his cock in and out of your weeping pussy. He enjoys the way you writhe and beg for him to keep going. "Never gonna stop, baby. She's mine now."

His admission makes your belly cramp. "Oh, fuck. Jack—"

You blindly reach for him, sinking your fingers into his silver curls as the oncoming orgasm feels foreign and yet, frighteningly powerful. You turn into a babbling mess of breathy whines as his thrusts drive you over the edge. 

An intoxicating wave of pleasure surges from your core, splashes against his pelvis, and drowns his cock in your sticky arousal. Jack grunts, deep and cavernous, as his hips stutter from the way your cunt milks him.

"Can I come inside 'er?" he pleads, breathless. His chest flushes a light shade of red from the exertion, but he barely breaks a sweat.

"Yes. Please." 

Jack nods quickly and lands another heavy thumb on your clit. "Need to feel you come around me again."

Your body shivers from overstimulation, but you're already so close to coming that there is no point in fighting. Jack roughly bullies his cock into your sopping core, burying himself as deep as he can go until your cunt spasms and locks like a vice. 

Jack tucks his head into your neck and holds you close as he hits his peak. Ragged, uneven grunts vibrate your skin as he comes, filling you to the brim just like you wished.

He keeps you locked in his hold until you softly graze your nails over his scalp. "If you keep doing that, then I'm definitely not moving from this position," He mumbles into your collarbone. He splays kisses all over the tops of your shoulders before making his way up to your lips.

"So. This changes some things, huh?" you ask in between kisses.

He smiles against your lips, and you fall for him ever harder.

"Uh, yeah. I'd say so." He slowly withdraws his length and helps straighten your clothing. "But I do know one thing."

Your brows meet your hairline. "What's that?"

"That I'll make you anything with cucumbers whenever you'd like."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

be it a twist of fate or extremely bad luck, your paths crossed at the local bar. 

he spotted you from across the dingy bar enraptured by whatever your friends were talking about. you’d been home for the week, figuring out your next steps since graduation was around the corner and job hunting was on the horizon. it looked like you were having a well deserved night out and jack didn’t want to intrude but he did want to give you a little early graduation gift. 

you found his eye through the crowd after the bartender brought over a round of drinks and nodded his jack’s direction. your smile cut through the smoke and roaring bar chatter. jack watched you with a steady gaze as you left the booth and stalked towards him. 

the slinky dress you wore was tight, forming to your curves like a glove and the cut was dangerously short. his hands itched to slide under the flimsy material and palm what lay hidden. he swore under his breath as he felt his cock twitch. 

"hi jack.” you saddled up next to him with a soft smile. “thanks for the drinks.” 

"t’was the least I could do, kiddo.” his eyes traveled down your frame, disobeying his every command.

you clear your throat and jack flicks his eyes back up to yours. caught red handed. his skin turns crimson and the giggle that haunts his dreams fills the space between your bodies. 

jack scans the room to gather himself. what the fuck is he doing?

"you here by yourself?” you ask, 

jack nods. “yeah, sometimes the quiet gets too loud so i come here for a beer or two and then head back home.”

he hates the look of worry in your eyes. he never wants to be the reason you fret.

"you gonna be out partying much longer?” he asks changing the convo, eyeballing your friends over your shoulder.

you turn and follow his gaze. your friends are watching you and jack like group of hawks. you send them an awkward thumbs up and they lift their drinks in salute. 

you and jack laugh in unison and melt closer together. you turn back to the older man to find him staring at you with rabid affection.

"you sure, you guys don’t need a ride or anything?” he asks, taking a swig of beer hoping it’ll distract you from his avid gaze.

the corners of your mouth lift. “i wouldn’t mind a ride.” 

you enunciated the word ride so heavily, jack would be a fool to think you were actually needing a ride home. he takes another swig of beer and barely weighs his options. 

"then let’s get you home.”

you barely make it to his truck. 

jack thanks every higher power that made him park on the edge of the lot where the street lights dimly glow. 

he cages you against the drivers side door and wraps his arms around your waist. his lips smother yours like he’s consuming you. you wrap one leg around his torso, pulling him close and nudging your core against his pelvis.

each little wanton moan that slips from your throat makes his cock pulse. he wants to be the only reason you make those sweet sounds in the future.

his hands slide down to your ass, palming the silk covered, weighty flesh with a deep groan. his fingers graze the edge of your panties before rubbing up the crease of you which earns him a raspy whimper.

"you got some nerve wearing this.” he’d grits, the bulge in his jeans sliding easily across the satin. 

you roll your eyes. “you love it.” 

jack smiles against your lips. “yes, i fucking do.” 

he hooks his fingers under the elastic of your panties and pulls the damp material to the side. a sticky thread of slick catches on his knuckles. 

“fuck, you’re soaked.” his honey eyes flick between your bodies, finding his digits and your cunt covered with glistening arousal. he downright growls at the sight and has to hold himself back from staking his claim on you like an animal in the wild. 

"say you want this.” with a firm hand under your chin, he forces you to meet his eye line. his tone dripping with authority. “say you want this, because there’s no going back. not after this.” 

you barely let a second pass before your hips angle toward his cock with a needy whine. "i need you, jack.”

his lips curl into a smirk. “‘atta, girl.”

he slides into your cunt with one weighty, severe thrust. it feels like it lasts forever until he reaches the end, bottoming out like a punch to his gut. the breathy moans you elicit travel up his spine and take root in the base of his skull. 

he’ll remember those saccharine sounds until the day he dies.

your lips meet again, hasty and devoted, teeth clashing and tongues laden with each other’s saliva, kissing as if you’ll never see each other again.

your silk dress rides further up your hips with every bone shattering thrust. jack knows you deserve more than a quick fuck against the metal door of his truck but as your cunt pulses around his cock, he could care less.

"that’s it. that’s it.” jack moans, resting his forehead against yours. “you’re so pretty taking my cock. just like i imagined.”

he watches your eyes roll back and feels your cunt spasm so tight he can barely move. the thin straps of your dress slip off your shoulders baiting him to nuzzle your tits. your hands sink into the base of his gray curls as he sucks a pert, sensitive bud between his lips. you come with a silent shout, curling your back like a bow pulled taught and shuddering your release all over his pelvis. 

jack bites back a swear, growling like a rabid animal as you drag him over the edge. he fucks you full of his come, pressing his hips flush against the backs of your thighs, desperate to sink every inch of his length into your warmth in a bid to forever be tied to you.

he prays he hasn’t left any marks as he unlocks his grip on your waist and eases you back onto two feet. you haven’t pulled away and he doesn't plan to. the silence brims with vast trepidation but you sink into his warm embrace as he curls his protective arms around you. 

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

Jack groans and eases his grip on one of your wrists and curls it under your chin to steady your wild gaze. “Now is not the time. Let Robby finish his exam and then we can go home.”

You let out a frustrated moan and chase Robby’s articulate touch, hips rising just as he withdraws from gently pressing down on your belly. “She seems to be fine. We can keep her here for another hour and try to flush the drug from her system.”

“Robby please. Touch me again. It feels so good.” You plead, desperation dripping from your tongue. “I’ve always wanted to know how deep your fingers can reach inside me.”

Robby’s eyebrows shoot into his hairline. “That so, sweetheart?”

He knows he shouldn’t but watching Jack slowly loose his cool is too fun.

You nod as if your life depends on it—certainly feels like it does. “Jack knows how much I’ve thought about you.” Your back begins to arch, taking on a life of its own, seeking any source of pleasure. “We talk about it while we fu—”

Jack quickly smothers your mouth with one of his hands. “Baby, shh. You don’t want to say something you’ll regret.”

You mumble under his hand, oblivious about spilling your wicked thoughts straight to Robby’s face.

He sends Jack a wry smirk.

“What else have you thought about?”

Jack shakes his head, “You’re playing with fire, man.”

Robby pushes Jack’s hand away from your mouth, letting your obscene stream of sexual consciousness pour into the med bay.

“—your cock looks like. How I wanna choke on it. Taking both your cocks at the same time. Jack fucking me while you watch.”

Your hands clutch his navy blue sweatshirt and tugs him closer. “Please, I’m so wet. I need you.”

The biggest grin plasters across Robby’s face as his gaze flicks over to Jack who’s shaking his head and pinching the skin between his brows.

Robby softly removes your hands from his sweatshirt and cradles them in his own, “Jack’ll take care of you real soon, sweetheart.”

Your bottom lip trembles, “But Robb—“

A curt finger presses against your lips as he clicks his tongue. “Now be a good girl and relax while I set up an IV.”

You slump against the gurney with a exasperated huff. Seconds pass before you take matters into your own hands and shove your hands under your skirt to tend to the wildfire that’s burning through you.

“I don’t wanna have to put you in soft restraints.” Robby lightly threatens as Jack removes your hands from between your legs. “Don’t make me do that.”

The silver haired man silently apologizes but Robby shakes his head with a glint in his eye.

“Shh, sweetheart.” Robby soothes as you reach for them like a desperate toddler. He has to bite back a smile. You’re so unaware about what’s going to happen. He should be used to this sort of control, having wielded it in the ED and over you countless times, but this was different. Both he and Jack thought this would be the best way to deal with the issue.

The issue being how rambunctious you are. It’s one thing to have a partner who wants to jump your bones anytime of day, but there is a time and place for it.

“Scoot to the edge. Closer.” Jack directs with a curl of his finger before flattening his hand. He spreads your legs, dragging his warm touch up the smooth skin of your thighs until you’re open and dripping onto the bedspread. “Perfect.”

Robby’s jaw goes slack at the sight of you. He has to grip the base of his shaft so tight, tamping down the need to spill over his knuckles the moment your puffy, shiny hole is exposed to him. “Fuck. She’s beggin’ for it.”

Jack drags a heavy finger through your slick folds before dipping the tip of his finger into your warmth. Your back arches, sucking him deeper than he intends. He tuts his tongue, removes his finger and revolts with a light swat to your sticky folds. Both men chuckle at the pathetic whine that bubbles past your lips.

“This is going to be just as painful for you as it’ll be for us.” Jack holds your gaze with a somber stare. One that makes your insides flip and heart skip a beat.

“Just relax, sweetheart.” Robby tells you as he rubs his free hand over your knee.

Metal clicking fills the room before something hard and lukewarm presses against your searing hole.

Your body freezes like a deer caught in headlights.

“It’s a speculum.” Jack replies like he could read your thoughts. “Now do as Robby said. Relax.”

The moment you take a deep breathe, Jack presses the device into you. It’s jarring and unwelcome like always. Not like their cocks that split you half and make you see stars.

Before you can even let the breath out, he’s clicking it open and pressing your walls apart until it reaches the width he desires.

Your hips writhe as Robby’s nimble thumb traces your clit, making you clamp down on the unyielding metal. You cry out because it’s not what you need. It’s not the stretch or the pressure you’ve been begging them for.

“Lookit’ her tryin’ to clench. That’s so cute.” Robby comments, talking about you like you’re not even there as he twists his hand along the length of his cock. As if you’re not currently struggling under their gaze and the rigidity of the harsh device.

You’ve never felt so exposed. It’s raw. Like a wound in a sensitive area that’s never going to heal correctly.

Jack leans his head back and closes his eyes as he steps closer, nudging your thigh with his drooling tip, smearing a shiny stain along your skin. “Gonna fill ‘er up.” He grunts, thrusting faster into his fist.

Robby keeps circling your clit, making tears spring to your eyes as the hazy pleasure begins to thrum in time with your heartbeat. He fucks his cock into his massive, competent hand as if it’s your cunt taking every lengthy inch.

“She wants it, Jack.” Robby grits, clenching his jaw. The veins in his neck pulsing as he nears his peak. “Give that sweet little pussy your cum.”

Jack adjusts his stance, one hand gripping your other knee for support while he aims his cock straight toward your quivering cunt. A deep, cavernous groan fills the room as his body draws tight and hot ropes of white spill into your stretched hole.

Your walls flutter, instinctively moving, trying to milk his balls despite his cock not touching you.

Before you can fathom what happened, Robby mirrors Jack’s movements. A strong hand plasters to your waist, gripping the soft curve as he jerks his length, chasing his own high.

His brows pinch tight and a long drawn out growl explodes from his chest as he spurts his milky release into your velvet warmth.

Both men watch, elated, as your cunt openly weeps with their combined gluey seed and drips down your ass crack and onto the bed.

Jack lays down on the sheets beside you and wipes the few tears from your cheeks, “Everytime you try to fuck either of us in the ED, you’re going to get a cunt full of cum with no orgasm of your own.”

The low threat is driven home as Robby removes the speculum and rubs the strain from your tendons buried in your thighs.

A deep groan rumbles from his chest as he finally gets his hands on you. "Been thinkin' of her all day," he confesses, swiping his digits across your slick folds. His fingers worm their way into your warmth, making you hiss from the invasive touch and immense stretch. 

A devious smirk tugs at his lips. "Poor thing. She's so fuckin' tight."

His free hand covets the back of your neck, encircling the fragile column, easily allowing him to meet your wary, wide-eyed stare as he slowly begins to fuck you with his fingers.  

"S'ok, Sweetheart. Just give in." He presses soft kisses along your hairline, trying his best to soothe the worry from your brow. The graying, dark brown whiskers of his beard bristle the shell of your ear as he leans in, "You know it feels better when you do."

Wet, sticky sounds fill the room despite your effort to rid his hand from between your thighs. The pleasure he pulls from your body makes it hard to breathe, let alone think straight.

The heel of his hand grinds your sensitive clit while he scissors your velvet walls. He curls his competent fingers against that hidden spot, the one that makes you come hard enough to see stars. He teases the spongy spot just enough to make you pitifully writhe in his arms. 

"Got a friend comin' over tonight." He begins, standing straight until he can hold your frantic gaze once more. "Remember, Jack?"

A raspy mewl slithers from your lips as your core involuntarily tightens around his fingers. You anxiously paw at his chest, digging your smaller digits into the soft, strong muscle that's hidden beneath his shirt.  

Robby chuckles at the way your body responds to his best friend's name. "'Course you do, Sweetheart." He tenderly rubs a thumb along your carotid, feeling the rapid thrum of your heart as your nerves begin to spike. "We're gonna have some fun tonight, like old times."

Your strength pales in comparison to his, but still you push, desperate to free yourself from the older man. Robby's skilled thumb presses down on your carotid, cruelly denying the supply of blood to your brain. "No need to be nervous. We know how to take care of you, don't we?"

Robby's cock throbs as he watches your eyes unfocus and your body slowly go limp in his arms. He softly caresses your cheek just as the front door opens and an uneven tread pads through the house. 

"In here, Jack!" Robby yells out.

A sturdy, silver-haired man stands at the precipice of the kitchen with his hands on his hips and a slight frown on his face. "Looks like you started without me."

feel free to scream at me -> 💌

His jeans slide down his thighs little by little with every thrust. Your hands wander all over his body before one plants itself on his firm ass that’s now on display and gives it a rough squeeze.

“Gonna fuck my come into this tight little cunt. She’ll be dripping for days.” His dark eyes bore into your wild ones.

You nod, mumbling a breathless response.

“Wanna hear you say it.” Jack insists, punctuating his statement with cruel, powerful thrusts that make you gasp. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how much she wants my come.”

Your head falls back against the door, overstimulated and strung out on sickly pleadure as he slows his hips, waiting for you to reply.

You lick your dry lips and gather your frantic mind to string together the words he wants to hear.

“She needs it.” You whisper, eyes locking with his. “She needs you to come inside her.”

A curse rumbles from Jack’s chest like a dragon waking from its slumber. “That’s right. Gonna fill her up until she’s all pretty and dripping.”

His hold on you grows scarily tight. His pelvis slams into your own as he thrusts his cock as deep as it’ll go. The auburn wiry hairs that litter the base of his girth tease your clit on every shove, forcing you head first over the edge along with him.

It feels like it lasts for days.

Jack pins you against the door as he comes. Shoulders curling, muscles twitching, his head falls into the slope of your neck with a long, dark growl. With every thick rope of white that me empties into your heat, his hips instinctively move closer like he’s trying to burrow under your skin.

Like he’s trying to become one.

It takes you both a few minutes to come down. You stay wrapped together, feeling one another’s heartbeats slowing until he finally lifts his head. He looks you over, staring like he’s seeing the stars of the first time.

“God damn.” He whispers, softly kissing your parted lips. “I’m never gonna let you outta my bed now.”