actually melting thinking about jack’s knowledge of anatomy plus of your body and how he puts it into practice like a clinician. a hot doctor who knows all your spots and will either hit them all at once or really drag it out to tease you?? he’ll take care of literally everything and do things to you that you didn’t even know you wanted or needed it’s deadly i’m dead

yeah, so this is my first time writing for Jack and it's probably a mess but I had to write something just to rip the bandaid off. thank you, anon for being my first Abbot ask. ilu with all my heart. 💙

warnings: 18+ mdni. Jack Abbot x afab!reader. fingering. asphyxiation. not super filthy.

Jack knows what you need before you do.

He can sense your energy and mood; the slightest imbalance.

Sometimes, all he needs to do is to curl a hand around the back of your neck, fingers softly tugging your hair, while he slides two fingers inside your cunt.

"I know, I know." He coos down at you. His piercing eyes keep you grounded as you gasp from the sudden stretch. "It's a lot. But you can take it."

The intense pressure builds and builds while he steadily works his sticky fingers in a come hither motion and smothers your clit with his thumb.

"Feel that?" He asks, curling his fingers against a hidden spot you had no idea about. Your body explodes, nerves spasming like lighting struck, but he keeps his hold locked tightly.

Deep and raspy, Jack laughs before tipping his head to steal your gaze. He waits until you nod before he continues. "That's a special little spot."

He hooks his fingers against the spot once more, forcing a shocked gasp from your lip as he stokes the fire burning deep in your belly.

A sly smirk tugs at the corner of his lip. "My favorite, actually."

Other times, when you're beyond stressed and need to forget about the world, Jack teases you until you cry in his arms. Keeping you stuffed full of his cock, thrusting over and over until you're on the cusp of bliss, only for him to pause and withdraw, leaving your empty cunt spasming around nothing.

He knows all you need is to take what he gives you. Pleasure, pain, or a mix of both. If he wants to, he'll take you apart piece by piece with his bare hands only to put your back together again.

Jack tempts fate when it's needed.

He moves quick and precise, curling a skilled hand around the front of your neck, letting the heavy weight settle on your sweaty, overheated skin until the time is right.

Another frantic mewl spills from your lips, along with fat tears rolling down your cheeks. Only then does Jack press his thumb down against your carotid.

He knows it's reckless.

With his cock buried deep, spreading your folds, he cuts just enough blood to make you woozy. He thrusts into your warmth with an endurance only army medical doctors have. He watches you tremble, your mouth bobbing like a fish out of water, waiting until he gives you any bit of solace.

Slowing your brain's blood flow can turn south real quick, but Jack enjoys the control. The feeling of you struggling under his touch.

The way you look at him like he's the only thing left in your world.

"Atta girl."

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It feels as if the ground quakes with every step Marcus takes as he stalks after you. It makes your escape much more challenging as you narrowly avoid tripping on curled roots and fallen branches.

Marcus occasionally stops to tilt his head and listen, searching for signs of his frightened prey as they make their escape in the dense woods.

"Best pray I do not find you, girl, for I intend to ravage your soul."

When you make a run for it, he pounces like he'd been hiding behind the exact tree you were using for cover.

Brute hands easily tame your frantic struggle. His sturdy body is heavier and more deadly as the weighty armor he usually wears in battle now lends itself to your demise.

"Why the tears, girl? This was inevitable. The hunter always catches the hunted."

Marcus roughly takes you in whatever position he can at the moment. He's privy to the ground and crushing you under his body, becoming one with you and the earth.

He bends your mind and body to his will, uncaring and wicked, finally letting the beast lay claim to its writhing prey.

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warnings: Lucien POV, angst 💙

Lucien keeps a steady hand on the wheel as he turns the volume dial bolted onto the dashboard. As he drives, a soothing melody fills the vintage automobile. Hazy gold rays envelop the horizon as he drives back into the city. 

Another day to start over, he thinks as if on cue. 

He's been here before, too many times, really. Driving the dark desert highway with nothing but grim thoughts and a half-empty bottle of wine rolling in the seat next to him. 

As the sun meets the skyline, Lucien takes a deep breath and shakes free from the morose pattern. He flits his gaze from the shadowy, deserted road dancing with hues of amber to find you curled up, sleeping, in his passenger seat. 

He smiles, humming along with the tune, knowing things are different now, better.

Better because of you.

warnings: feels with a happy ending.

You pull your cardigan tight around your body as you walk to your mailbox. Leaves crunch under your heels and scratch across the cracked walkway; fall is setting in. Having never lived in Jackson, you were unfamiliar with its weather patterns.

A cool breeze blows through your bones as you flip the lid on the rickety mailbox and find a lone letter. 

Your name was scribbled across the front, with no address marked. You know that handwriting. The letters shape your name like it's written with love. 

Your throat tightens as you unconsciously lift your head and gaze at the farmer's porch you called a second home across the street from your own.

As much as you wanted, things never worked out with Joel. You fought for your love; as hopeless as it was, you knew it was unique, and Joel felt it, too.

But in the end, it was pointless.  

Your finger slips beneath the edge of the envelope, and you pull out a scrap of paper. It was ripped on the side like Joel had been writing his thoughts repeatedly before finally surrendering and tearing it from the notebook.

Another frigid breeze blows through the town, making the tree tops dance in the wind. You should be shivering from the cold, but happiness burns through you as you glance over the words.

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warnings: fluff!

You hear the familiar crashing in the distance. That dangerous, powerful sound always made you feel small, but your head still whips excitedly in the opposite direction toward the rugged man a few steps behind.

"Come on!" you chirp, tugging Joel's wrist and dragging him toward the beach.

"Alright, alright." Joel groans with a soft smile as you lead the way, curling your hand in his.

As you step through the overgrown tree line, searing warmth settles on your skin, and your ears uncomfortably crackle from the thunderous crash of foamy blue onto the sand.

"Can we stay awhile?" You ask, already crouching to untie your boots.

Joel's hand smooths over the crown of your head. He can't help but chuckle. "Looks like you've already made the decision for us."

"Race you to the water?" You bounce up on your feet like a rabbit, ready to high-tail it to safety.

Joel cocks a hip and perches a hand on his belt. His eyes are soft; they have been since you came into his life and switched the light on, scaring away the darkness.

"Loser has to wash our clothes." Joel playfully declares, dropping his gun and lightly shoving your shoulder to knock you off course before dashing into the sand.

You stumble backward with a half gasp, half laugh, "Joel!"

"You comin' or what?!" He yells, not bothering to look back.

You take off running, trying not to laugh as you watch him attempt to get his boots off while continuing to run toward the ocean.

He somehow gets his boots off and runs head on toward the murky sea before you can catch up. Waves crest as he breaches the water, splashing his jean-clad thighs as you hurtle yourself toward him with a high-pitched scream.

Joel turns in time, catching you in his arms as you topple into the salty blue.

The cold takes your breath away, but Joel's warmth is always contagious. Your arms wrap around his neck as his hands find their place at your hip.

You float silently in the gentle waves. The serenity of the ocean makes you swell with gratitude for the life you created with Joel. The golden rays and salty foam soak your skin as the tide slowly casts your entwined bodies like a seagull relaxing on the surface until the tide calmly washes you to the shore.

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Javier was never a side sleeper until he met you. Now, all he wants is your face to be the last thing he sees every night before he treads the vast unknown of sleep. 

Javier rarely knows peace. He's only allowed glimpses of salvation. 

When a storm rages outside as you lie in bed together, you curl your body around his torso as a loud crack of thunder echoes in the sky.  When he hears you sing in the shower and when you cook his favorite meal. When he pushes your thighs apart, you welcome him with open arms into your warmth like someone who's been forgiven for their past sins.

When he holds you close, can breathe you in, and knows everything is okay in that moment.

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