#;;musing: jack

[malusrecord]

@magioffire

what a fascinating person. can I run you over

[blackkatdraws2]

[Toon x Mobster] drawn for fun, he doesn't know how to hold that thing wwwwww

[superhoeva]

if there’s one thing about jack abbot, it’s that he’s going to mock you during sex… though never done out of cruelty or with any malicious intent. if fact, the two of you don’t even think of it as such—mocking.

his words are more of a… provocative ribbing that he knows will flood your mind with a haze. a haze you’re comfortable with floating in, that fills you full, right into a world-bending breaking point.

you’re both on your sides, facing and pressing against each other. substituting oxygen with your panting huffs, jack inhales your moans with sloppy, spit-slick kisses. he feels you shiver in his arms when he slips himself back inside, resettling your leg over his hip to push as far into your pussy as you’ll let him.

jack smirks to himself, his palm moving to splay against the cheek of your ass and yank you closer. he grunts through a sudden exhale at the new angle, commencing a roll of his waist that causes a gasp to burn your lungs.

“fuck, jack,” your mewl, voice weak and wobbly. “ah—ah, ‘s so deep…”

“is it? s’it nice and deep, baby?” he mumbles at your lips, copying your desperate nod and small yeahs with an expression of pity you can tell is fake. “wonder ‘f i can get any deeper...”

you aren’t given a chance to wonder the same before jack is gripping your ass with a stronger squeeze. his tender thrusts adjust into a sharp, sturdy pounding that jerks his balls back and forth against your pussy.

leaking around his thickness, you hand reaches behind to clench the sheet beneath you. it’s the only thing you can manage, the rest of your mind a sweet mush.

“t-too much.” you can barley talk, air escaping your body faster than you can replace it. “it’s too much, feels too good.”

jack doesn’t let up, cock throbbing and pumping hard into your heat. his bottom lip pokes out, just barely, matching your blissed out expression.

“oh, ‘too much, it’s too much’,” he recites, drawing out the words in a teasing tone you wouldn’t tolerate from anyone else. “i don’t think so, baby. shit, you’re doing so good. takin’ my cock all nice and pretty.”

you crumble against jack but he holds you steady. lips smushed into his neck, you smear it messy with the spit drooling from slurred, open-mouthed mumbles. 

“you’re so big,” you stammer, vision going blurry at the wet squelch that sounds whenever he rears out of you, and subsequent groan that jumps from jack when he slicks back inside your creaming hole. 

“ooh, i‘m so big?” jack keeps his pace steady through the witty responses, and you can’t yourself from meeting his thrusts with your own grind. you don’t have to see him to feel the grin quirking the corners of his mouth. “hm? maybe i should pull out, give you a break—”

“no. no,” you whine over the rocking of the bed, clutching his as if he’s truly considering slipping his cock out and leaving you empty and cold. “no, don’t stop. gonna come again…”

the words flip a switch in jacks brain and he fucks you the hardest he has all night. foot planting into the bed, he sounds with deep coos at your uncontrollable cries he forces out of you.

it’s disgusting, the way you’ve coated his member in a velvety mixture of your juices. dripping down, it even collects against his sack, glossing him and making his eyes roll.

“gimme that cum, baby. just like last time, squirt it all out for me.”

you body goes numb yet feels like it’s imploding all at once. jack watches the way you shiver in his grasp, clenching around his swollen cock as you gush messily. he fucks you through it, the liquid spurting to wet his stomach and balls.

“that’s it,” he chokes out, inching dangerously close to his own finish. it only takes a few more pulses of your peak to finally clutch his own, plunging feverishly until he’s balls deep inside you. “f-fuck, yeah, right there.”

jack breaks. groaning into the side of your face and latching onto you while comes, the inescapable bliss makes his entire body twitch with harsh trembles.

“holy fuck, i’m still goin,” jack almost growls, air caught in his throat at the continuous ropes of cum he spills into you. the both of you are still heaving and coming as he leaks out of you. your lips puffy and swollen, and a sticky mess. it goes on for so long that jack ends up laughing through his moans, stomach sore from all the clenching.

it takes a few more minutes for your bodies to finally melt into tangled piles of limbs, the warm residue of your climax swimming nicely in your belly.

“you still with me, gorgeous?”

the only response you can muster is a sleepy mm-mm, and he gives you an equally-exhausted laugh. you only find the strength to peel open your eyes when a soft hand cradles your chin to tilt your head.

eyelids fluttering, you stare at him in a lost, fuzzy daze. thumb stroking your cheek, jack blinks sleepily at you before planting a soft kiss on the corner of your lips.

“i’m right here,” he promises, words certain but still far away when they reach your ears. “right here, baby. need you to come back for me, okay?”

a whine seeps from your lips. it’s not a defiance but you’re not obliging him either. you’re just… still in orbit, where you are the sun and jack’s the earth just before a dawn; as usual, he’ll push past the incoming fatigue, and wait for the otherworldly, ingrained tug that will eventually pull you back to him.

“right here…”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[bertoltblecht]

I think 100% of the dynamic with Walsh and Abbot is that they’re both vets but they’re different branches. He’s like an army medic and she’s like a navy surgeon.

They have built-in respect but also pre-existing beef and completely different approaches to medicine.

[marstonsboy]

i can’t think about jack marston without nearly crying over just how sorry i feel for him. like, i’m sorry you were only four years old when the admittedly unstable support system you had fell apart. i’m sorry you didn’t have a real, permanent home until you were twelve, and i’m sorry you only got four years before that too was ripped away from you. i’m sorry you felt that you had to prove yourself otherwise your father would leave again like he’s done multiple times before. i’m sorry you felt so inferior you were unable to believe that your parents loved you so much and would have done anything for you. i’m sorry you had to pick up a gun and shoot at people at sixteen and kill a man for the first time at nineteen. i’m sorry you watched uncle die then watched your mother lose herself to grief over your father’s corpse, riddled with bullets in front of your home. i’m sorry you had to bury your mother only three years later. i’m sorry you lost your family and yourself and willingly threw your life away so young in the name of revenge no one wanted you to seek. i’m sorry you ended up all alone and grew up to be exactly the man your family did everything to save you from becoming. i’m so sorry jack marston.

[home-of-renn]

AU where Danny never tells Sam and Tucker about the portal accident but they eventually put together the pieces after Danny starts acting hella weird. Especially around his parents.

They eventually figure it out but can't seem to decide whether their friend is actually dead or if there's something else going on. They inadvertently become ghost experts while playing detective, while also simultaneously trying their best to help Danny from the shadows without him finding out that they found out.

Bonus points if they have to fend off Jazz with a stick cause she knows something's up and she knows that Sam and Tucker know but Sam and Tucker keep covering their tracks and doing their best to throw her off the scent.

Bonus, bonus points if Jazz knows that there's something very messed up going on and desperately wants to know what happened to her brother but Sam and Tucker think she's on her parent's side and are convinced that she'll just report back to them if she ever finds out.

Bonus, bonus, bonus points! if Jazz just has this deep, gut-wrenching feeling that she can't tell her parents about her suspicions and that there's something increasingly disturbing about both her parents and Danny's behaviour as well as how the three of them interact after the portal got turned on. She does her best to keep her parent's attention off of Danny, which kinda helps but also inadvertently gets in the way of Sam and Tucker's helping.

Bonus, bonus, bonus, bonus points!!!!! if Maddie and Jack have acquired some very mild ecto contamination from being in such close proximity with the portal on a daily basis and their continued exposure is making them slowly exhibit Obsession-like behaviours about their work and research, which consequentially results in their attitudes/behaviours becoming increasingly more disturbing and concerning from an outside perspective.

[jackhelps]

House M.D – “Deception”, Season Two.

[fukutomichi]

The Rings of Power | Season 2 | Aug 29 - Oct 3, 2024 "You truly are the Great Deceiver. You can deceive even yourself." - Celebrimbor

[rori-is-writing]

Hi I’m totally an inconspicuous individual who never asks anything on anon short of secret Santa. Totally not the chick in your DMs 23 hours a day.

That said, drabble request for Robby x Abbot x OC or reader please. Kink of your choice. I trust you’ll do right by our doctor daddies. 😌

[ Wow, hi new friend I’ve definitely never met before! Can I just say you have impeccable taste in daddies—I mean doctors? Please accept this gift of pure filth to christen our new friendship. 😌 ]

Good Girl

The Pitt | Explicit | Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader x Dr. Abbot | 215 words ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot have a little afternoon delight with their favorite person. ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Female Reader, Praise Kink

Read on AO3 or below the cut.

Getting the three of you together was as much of a magic trick as it was a carefully choreographed logistical nightmare. Between your conflicting schedules and commitments, you were lucky if you all saw each other more than twice a month. 

But when you did…well…

The visits were certainly memorable. 

“Good girl.”

The words were like a drug, softening your spine and clouding your senses. Robby knew exactly what those words did to you and he was clearly more than happy to take advantage as he eased his way inside of you. 

(He was just lucky you were lying on your back or else your knees would’ve given out by now.)

“Mmm, she is, isn’t she?” Abbot chimed in, a wickedly playful smile on his face as his fingers rubbed torturous little circles into your clitoris. You spied his other hand squeezing that beautiful, swollen cock of his and moaned. 

“Please,” you whine pitifully, cunt contracting and toes curling as Robby’s cock continued to tunnel its way in—in—in—

“Mmm,” Robby grunted, finally bottoming out. “There we go.” 

“Oh look at you,” Abbot cooed at you like an overindulged pet. “Don’t you feel so much better now? All filled up?” 

Your only reply is a shivery groan. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

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[phuuca]

Anger

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[gofuschia]

based on this gunnar hansen pic:

[coughingupfeathers1]

The boys* are back in town**

*now-problematic 1890s psychiatrist and his favorite patient/irl blorbo who hates him so so fucking much

**my email inbox

[oscquinn]

Jack and [ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better but it’s his shoulder

get well soon jack we miss u ☹️

[ injury ] a careful kiss on a partner's wound to make it all better from these kiss prompts. part of my mini writing event, now closed!

jack hughes x f!reader, rated g. shoulder injury mentions, soft jack <33

jack looks adorably small, all cozy on the couch in one of your pink hoodies and a pair of black boxers. you can't help but smile at him, his sling placed neatly on the table and his arm tucked to his chest.

"jack," you scold with a teasing lilt, "you're supposed to be wearing that."

jack looks up, flashes you a sheepish smile, and replies, "i know, i know. but it was getting all sweaty. and i'm holding my arm like i'm supposed to, see?"

you nod, noticing the way he's moved the loose neck of your oversized hoodie aside from his healing surgery scar. he'd been complaining that it itched all morning, and you figured it was a for the relief.

wary of his injured arm, you slide next to jack on the couch. "what're you watching?" you ask softly.

"project runway. my mom loved it when i was little," he admits.

you ruffle his hair softly, "you're so cute, y'know that?" you ask him, leaning in to kiss his blushing cheek. jack likes to pretend that he's immune to your sweet words. but he cant hide his reddening face, or the little smile that blooms on his lips.

"quit that," he says, all bark and no bite. "at least call me handsome or something."

all you do is smile, leaning down to press a gentle kiss on his shoulder. "love you," you murmur.

jack huffs, pretending to be annoyed, but he turns to kiss your forehead. lips pressed against you he answers, "love you too, sweetheart."

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[whimzycle]

you wanna know the fun thing that I noticed about Jack when I was rewatching rotg?

On both instances that Pitch was about to attack him, he froze up.

[compulsivewriter]

Hot take: The way Jack Wolfe played Gabe Goodman, I tend to believe that had he survived infancy, he'd be the kind of big brother to Natalie that Connor Murphy never was to Zoe.

[st-just]

Eidolon is honestly one of my favorite incredibly tragic tertiary characters in worm. Clearly raised his whole life getting the message that your life only has any value whatsoever if you're useful (and that he equally clearly did not meet the bar), to the point that when Cauldron found him he was about to kill himself after getting rejected by the army.

And then absolutely never outgrew that bone-deep belief, just now he has enough power to be useful - the most useful, even! And the idea of that slipping away as the booster shots grow less effective is driving him to the brink even before he learns just how far his power had gone to make him essential.