welcome to my blog!!! thought i’d do a quick little intro
kayleigh, 24, she/her
i ♡ dilfs
usually maladaptive daydreaming about either being in a secret relationship with dbf!joel miller or running around the ER flirting with my attending physician doctor jack abbot
obsessed with a lot of things but will mostly be posting about the pitt, animal kingdom and honestly anything shawn hatosy
other interests include tlou/joel miller, the punisher, the bear, twd, ethel cain and more but probably won’t be posting much about them on here
my holy trinity- jon bernthal, pedro pascal and shawn hatosy
mdni!!! this blog is very much 18+!!!!
currently working on a dbf!jack abbot fic!!!!
mostly writing for jack abbot atm but down to write about any shawn hatosy character
hopefully, i’ll get back to writing for my neighbour!jack abbot fic at some point (two chapters are out but honestly they need a lot of work because i’m not happy with them :( but atm im more focused on writing my dbf!jack abbot fic
pope x reader | insinuating smut | aftercare | mdni
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thinking about how she could barely keep her beautiful eyes open afterward. fluttering her lashes as she caressed her index finger against his moist muscles.
she was melted into the large and familiar mattress. she’s all warm and dazed. her limbs heavy in that numbing, floaty way that always made her feel disconnected from everything.
except pope’s hand that was draped over her waist. anchoring her back down.
“hey,” he said quietly, still out of breath.
he gave her thigh a light and slow squeeze when she didn’t answer the first time. “baby, you gotta stay with me.”
she blinked slowly up at him from where she was half buried in his pillows, lips parted slightly, completely blissed out.
“i am,” she mused.
“nuh uh.” pope leaned over her, one hand settling against her jaw to keep her attention on him. “you’re in and out of it.”
a sleepy little smile tugged at her mouth. “mm, i feel nice.”
his expression shifted at her words. he softened for half a second before the seriousness set back into his features.
“baby, i know.” his rough and calloused thumb brushed once under her eye. “need you to focus for me now.”
she really tried for him.
be the good girl that he needed her to be.
but then his hand moved down her arm slowly and her eyes drifted again.
pope clicked his tongue softly. “c’mon.”
he pushed himself up off the bed and came back within minutes, holding a glass of water. she made absolutely no move to take it from him, still staring at him with that hazy little expression that made something possessive twist hard in his chest.
“sit up.”
she whined quietly at the command, barely moving.
pope just stared at her for a second before placing the class of water down on the nightstand. then he started hooking an arm behind her back and lifting her against his chiseled chest himself. “there,” he nodded, “there baby, take it.”
she immediately sagged into him bonelessly, face tucked into his neck.
“baby,” pope warned lowly, though there was no real heat behind it. “drink the water.”
he pressed the cold glass into her hand and kept it there until she finally took a few timid sips.
“good girl.” he purred in relief.
the praise made her eyes flutter shut again instantly.
“hey.” his hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her again.“no, no. stay awake another minute.”
“mean,” she whispered weakly.
“yeah?” pope’s mouth twitched slightly as he pulled the blanket over her legs. “you’re still listening though.”
she looked so soft like this. completely relaxed. trusting him enough to let go entirely.
that part always got to him.
because pope wasn’t used to people trusting him with the vulnerable parts of themselves. or any parts if themselves.
but here she was, half asleep in his arms without an ounce of hesitation, letting him guide her through every little thing.
his hand rubbed slowly up and down her back while he kept talking quietly to her, reeling her back in every time she started float.
“look at me.”
she obeyed.
“that’s it.” softer now. “you with me?”
a tiny nod.
“good.” he kissed her forehead once, lingering there for a second. “doing so good for me.”
Riding dbf!Jack in your bedroom during your 4th of July barbecue, muffing your moans because your father’s downstairs.
He sits up against the headboard as you bounce on his cock, rough groans muffled in your tits. His wide hands encasing your waist as he bounces you, moves you up and down on his cock.
“Fu-fuck just like that daddy,” you whimper, gripping his shoulders tightly, nails leaving half moons on his pale freckled skin.
He grips your waist tighter, letting out a pained groan.
“Yeah baby, daddy’s cock makin’ you feel good?”
His gravelly voice taunting you only turns you on more, hands moving to hold sides of his neck. You let out a soft whimper buried in his hair.
He grips your hair tightly and pulls you back to face him.
His brows furrow as he grits out, “Fuckin’ look at me while you ride me.”
You nod, head bobbing up and down, babbling apologies softly leaving your lips, “m’sorry dad.”
His hips jerk up at that, a low moan leaving him.
He leans down, keeping his eyes on you as he runs his tongue around your nipple, once, twice, then sucks it into his mouth. Pinches your other one, dragging his tongue along your tits as he alternates between the two, leaving a line of slick in its wake.
You have to bite your lip to muffle your moan, gripping him tightly. Your walls clench down on him tightly while he keeps his head between your chest.
You slide a hand down his chest, your nails rake over the littering of chest hair there.
“Yeah just keep- just like that sweetheart, such a good girl for me, fuck.”
His husky voice spurs you on, and you drag your fingers down, over his nipples. Then you pinch them, hard.
“Oh- oh fuck, fuck baby I’m- I’m coming, shit!”
Jack bites down on your breast as his hips jerk shakily under yours, and he comes. His spend fills you, some of it dribbling down his length and pooling at his base where you’re connected.
But you don’t stop riding him, still searching for your release.
“Fuck, daddy, that was so hot,” you moan into his mouth as you lean down and kiss him.
He groans softly against your mouth, hands gripping your waist in attempts to stop you.
“Yeah baby, but you gotta- fuck, you gotta stop, s’too tight.”
You whine, “No dad, still need to come.”
You grind slowly on him, the patch of gray hair rubbing against your slit, feeling his cock hardening inside you again.
“Shit, fuck bunny- s’hurting.”
“Daddy please, please just a little more,” you beg as you litter kisses over his face between each word, whimpering.
He leans back, groaning as his head softly hits the headboard behind him.
“Please, daddy let me use your cock.”
He folds when he sees you pouting, bottom lip jutting out. Anything for his pretty girl.
His fingers travel down to your clit, rubbing slow circles. You moan softly, clenching.
“S’fine you just keep bouncing yeah? Be my good little bunny.”
You press a kiss to his lips muttering soft thank yous as you ride him, bouncing on his cock, until you come with a soft moan of his name.
He gets you back once everyone leaves the barbecue and he stays the night, giving the excuse of being “too drunk to drive back home”.
Little does your father know that across the hall from his bedroom, Jack’s got you splayed over his lap, fingers pressing into your aching cunt as he makes you come, over and over again. Until you’re a babbling mess crying for her dad.
for the anon who requested dbf!jack and for @tempestfawn whose dms this was brewed in per usual
just thinking about how pope likes to watch you do your makeup. your beautiful to him always but he loves watching you so focused on the task at hand. right as your finishing, he'd come up behind you, tilting your chin up to him as he looks down at your face. the sparkly highlighter on your inner corners of your eyes, the button of shimmer on your nose, the soft blush on your cheeks and sparkly eyes looking up at him. his thumb strokes your throat before he leans down pressing a kiss to your lips, murmuring against them so sweetly 'my girl's so pretty'. he's always so patient when you're doing your makeup, he always waits until right before you reach for your lip combo so you don't pout at him for messing up the freshly applied masterpiece. of course he's ruining it later when he's got your face mushed into his pillow at the end of the night while you take him from behind.
Thinking about Jack kissing you goodbye before leaving for work. You're in the kitchen, making dinner, and you can't help yourself but smack his ass as he walks away. He can't scold you, having done the same thing many, many times. Even if you're just leaving the room, he can't keep his hands to himself.
Unfortunately for him, he's wearing his dark scrubs, and you had flour all over you. When he gets to the hospital, everyone can see your full handprint on him, and no one has the heart to say anything.
Until Robby notices.
"Uh, brother, you've got something, uh, there," he nods.
"What?" Jack looks down, but sees nothing.
"Didja get a good kiss goodbye?" he raises his eyebrows, hoping Jack will take the hint.
He does. And he blanches immediately, excusing himself to go to the bathroom.
Are you out of your mind? He texts you later.
Yes. Absolutely. What are we talking about.
I'm walking around the emergency department with a handprint on my ass.
Not my fault. It's the perfect shape. You want me to start keeping my hands to myself?
When Jack gets home in the morning, he makes sure to return the favor. You're bent over his knee, ass painfully red, as Jack tells you how perfectly shaped you are.
every time this pops up on my feed and i see that silver of pit i genuinely fight the urge to lick my fucking screen. i’ve pulled this up on my ipad just so it can be big.
i'm not thinking, i know pope cody would apologize after a fight by waking you up and begging for a comfy lil prone bone <3
you and your boyfriend's current dynamic is... complicated. you love him so much that you stay with him even when his family ruins your time together. like tonight, when you two were supposed to have a nice dinner and some rare alone time earlier today, but one phone call from Smurf and he had gone running. you had begged him to stay, telling him how you made him a nice dinner, rented out the first ever movie you watched together, and planned on taking a nice romantic bath with each other before falling asleep in his arms.
pope hadn't budged, he left in a hurry of frustration after a fight ensued between the two of you. he had said things he didn't mean- like calling you needy and clingy- and you had told him you regretted ever asking him to stay. once he was gone, and you had blown out all the candles, threw away the 3 course meal you prepared. and you had cried when you realized he left without even kissing you goodbye :(
you ate alone, showered alone, and went to sleep alone. crying the whole way through. pope had called you multiple times, but you didn't answer. you couldn't bear the thought of answering the phone and him still being mad... or maybe even ending things. you sent him one text that read, 'goodnight. be safe. i love you and i'm sorry.' then you settled into the bed he built for you, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts that smelled like him, and tried not to cry yourself to sleep.
when you hear popes boots thud against the floor hours later, you think you might be dreaming. you peel your puffy eyes open and blink into the darkness. you're laying on your stomach, arms crossed underneath your tear soaked face. you vaguely hear the sound of a belt clinking, jeans zipping, and clothes being discarded onto the floor. the feeling of the bed dipping confirms that your boyfriend is finally home. popes heavy body crawls over top of you, settling on you like he always does.
he plants small kisses to your cheeks before he even says anything, laying down so his thighs cage in yours and his bare chest presses to your back. you sniffle when you realize he is in his boxers and you feel the warmth you missed so badly. pope freezes. "hey sweetheart. 'm so sorry about earlier." he brings a palm to rub at your side while he continues to whisper apologies in your ear. "shouldn't 've left you like i did-." his words have you shaking your head into your pillow as your bottom lip wobbles.
he sucks in a sharp breath. "fuck- 'm so so sorry honey. i ruined our night, i know. will you lemme make you feel better? p-please sweetheart?" you're half asleep and so gloomy. and even though you're still hurt, all you want to do is let your boyfriend make love to you.
pope kisses at your damp cheek when you nod. "gonna make it all better. promise." his gentle words and his even more gentle movement to slide your t-shirt up over your butt has more tears spilling from your waterline. you never see him this sweet, only when you fight.
he kisses your shoulder while his hand dips down between your legs. your gasp is watery and you shudder when he carefully circles your clit with two calloused fingers. he whispers sweet words the whole time he gets you ready for him. tracing your weepy hole so softly and sweetly. "yer so perfect for me." he slides one thick finger into you and you buck your hips back. "never leavin' you again honey. promise." you cry out when he adds another. "you're my everything sweetheart. love you so much."
the last sentence has you coming on his fingers when he curls them just right. you whimper and squirm underneath his hold while he kisses your hairline the whole way through. "andy..." you voice cracks on the first word you've said to him since he's been back. he shoves down his boxers and nudges your legs apart. "i know. i know. god 'm so sorry. fuck- can i sweet girl? can i please?" you arch ever so slightly as a yes and he immediately shoves his hard cock inside of you. you moan at the stretch his thickness provides every time no matter how nicely he preps you.
popes forehead falls to the nape of your neck. he slowly starts to thrust into you, still whispering. "missed you. hate when we fight. love you so- hnnhg- love you so much."
you're blinking back tears and nodding at his words. you can't form your own right now due to the mix of pleasure and something much deeper you can't quite name. pope rests all his weight atop you, bringing one strong arm to hook underneath your neck. he lightly tilts your head sideways so he can press his lips to yours. you whimper when he ruts his hips until he bottoms out then pauses, letting both of you feel how deep he is.
"didn't mean what i said." you barley hear his quiet, shaky words over your own sniffles and the pulse of his length stilled against your warm walls. "you're not clingy or needy, honey. thats me. i-i need you. god, i love you so much- need you always. wanna stay just like this forever."
its exactly what you needed to hear. tears threaten to spill due to the fact that he knows you so well. you love him so much. you’re choking through your words. " 'm sorry andy-." he cuts you off with a tender "shh shh- jus breathe sweetheart- mhm jus like that." then starts to grind his hips again. pope's heavy weight above you and his thickness dragging inside you only adds to the warmth you feel from his words.
"was my fault. should've stayed. god honey, 'm so sorry i made you upset." you're full on crying now, whimpering his name over and over while he does the same but with " 'm sorry." he's panting soothing words in your ear, muscular forearm tightening around your throat. you feel his thighs twitch on the backs of yours in restraint. you can tell he is trying to keep the slow and sensual pace to match the apology he's giving you.
but you don't want slow. not when you've missed him all night and just want him to make you feel as good as he always does. you push your ass back to fuck yourself onto him a few times as hard as you can with all 200 plus pounds of him on top of you. he complies, instantly knowing what you want, and pressing his cheek to yours and starting to thrust relentlessly. your wet eyes roll into your head as his hips slap harshly against your butt. you feel his fat tip kiss your cervix while the weight of his chest stays glued to your back. a spark starts in your lower belly and tingles start dancing behind your eyes.
a small bit of liquid drops onto your cheekbone and you blink up enough top see pope crying too. it's the first time you've been able to focus on his face. your eyes trace his freckled face thats laced with devastation and his auburn curls that are all messy as if he'd been running his hands through them all night. "t-tell me y'love me sweetheart. please -mmhf fuck- please 'm so sorry. needa hear it."
his small and pathetic words are a stark contrast to the way he's pounding into you. your big strong boyfriend is now sniffling and whimpering just like you had been all night. you comply because it's truly all you feel in this moment. there is nothing else in your euphoria-blanked brain besides the words. "love you andy- loveyouloveyouloveyou-!" he's moaning unashamedly above you as you flutter around his cock. he uses his free hand thats not balancing him to intertwine his fingers with yours that clutching at the sheets.
the tangible pleasure grows and grows till it locks tight behind where your eyes are pouring tears. pope smashes his damp lips to yours once more before starting to beg you. "hnnhg fuck honey- come for me. please. give itta me- i'll keep it safe. promise. come with me please."
he's taken over all of your senses. his words are in the air you breathe, his body is creating the heat you feel, and his throaty groans are taking over the noises you hear.
you can barely move your lips against his as you cry out when you shatter. you're clenching around him so tightly that you're about to push his hefty cock out, but it's all pope needs to come too. your releases are a mix of tears, moans and repeated "iloveyou"s. it's warm and intimate and has your vision blowing white as your hearing fades in and out due to the intensity. when you come down, your body is still shaky and pope is still moving inside of you, even though he's soft and you feel his come warming your insides.
he hasn't stopped whispering sweet nothings to you. "love you. love you so much. yer perfect. don't deserve you." you shake your head in disagreement, brain too fuzzy and body too tired to use words. when he moves to pull out, all you can manage is a raspy whine in protest. pope settles back instantly as if he never actually wanted to move in the first place.
he stays there all night. resting inside of you and laying above you while gently reminding you how much he loves you <3
18+ mdni (some cnc vibes towards the end— safewords are in place!)
when jack comes back to the table you start picking up your purse and sweater— “you ready to go?”
he flashes you an amused grin as he pulls out his chair. “still gotta pay the bill, honey. sit tight.”
“oh,” you shake your head, casual as ever, eyes all innocent, “i took care of it.”
he stops in his tracks. his eyes flit around your face, waiting for you to crack a smile or bust out laughing, waiting to hear your lilting ‘just kidding!’
when none of it comes jack’s chin tilts forward and his brows furrow. “scuse me?”
“I took care of it.” You repeat, slowly, like he just didn’t hear you the first time. “The bill.”
Jack’s eyes narrow. He catches the flash of excitement in your eyes despite your efforts to appear nonplussed. “Right. Let’s go.”
When you stand Jack sidles up beside you like he always does. But when he slips a hand around your waist his grip is tighter than usual. His fingertips dig into the flesh of your hip. He leans down, lips brushing against your hairline.
“You wanna drive home too?” Jack says lowly against your ear. Somehow he makes that simple question sound like a threat. Your stomach flips
“No,” you murmur. Jack grunts.
“Yeah. That’s what I thought.”
when you’re home he helps you shrug off your jacket and hangs it up beside his own. then, the moment your shoes are off, he nods down the hall.
“Bedroom.”
You swallow at his tone. “Am I in trouble?”
Jack chuckles and hooks a finger under your chin. His thumb swipes over your lower lip. The way he’s looking down at you makes your knees threaten to give out.
“C’mon, sweetheart, trouble? You treated me to dinner. I’ve gotta make it up to you.”
he ends up eating you out until you’re a crying writhing mess <3 thighs squeezing his head, hips lifting off the mattress, mouth running mindlessly with pleas for him to stop
pope cody who cries while he spanks you ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ 18+ MDNI-spanking, canon typical controlling pope, kinda got a little cnc at the end
he's got you bent over his knee, the short skirt of your mini dress flipped up to reveal your pert ass. excitement and anticipation swirl through you, and you arch your back into his hovering hands.
thwack his hand makes harsh contact with your ass, eliciting a sweet whine from your lips. this only earns you more, lurching forward with each hit.
he tuts, his lips pursed while his hand smooths over your already red ass. he leans over you to give it a kiss, or two, or three. his kindness doesn't last long, though, as he greets you with a resounding six slaps in rapid succession.
you squeal, legs bending at the knee, kicking out at the impact. you whimper, resting your cheek on your forearms, teary eyes fluttering shut.
"oohh, i'm sorry baby..." he coos, running his hand over your flaming skin. "you knew this was gonna happen, though, hm?" another slap, or three. you nod, brows furrowed, lips apart.
he seizes this opportunity, hooking his thumb in your mouth. "what?" he growls lowly, and you shiver. "what is it? i thought it was so much fun breaking the rules."
you whine, though it's muffled from his digit. he spanks you again, and again, and again.
"i thought it was so fun when you went out with your friends while i was on a job," another hit, "i thought it was fun when you put on a short dress and let other guys look at you," another hit.
this one's different, though, because his voice cracks on that last sentence, his chest giving a heavy shake.
"popey, i'm sorry," you whine, but he's merciless. he smacks you again and again and again, relentless in his pursuits.
"'m sorry, angel, hurts me more than it hurts you, y'know that?" he croaks, and tears stream down your own face. "hurts me that my girl doesn't listen."
"i'm so sorry, popey, i won't do it again," you whine, and he kisses your poor, bruised ass.
"good girl, that's what i like to hear," he continues to kiss, to smooth his hands over your flaming skin. "need you safe. dunno what i'd do if something happened to you while i was away. don't think i would make it."
you squeeze your eyes shut, heart clutching as you take in his words.
"'m gonna go get your lotion," he starts, lips moving along the skin of your ass. "lay on your stomach for me when i get back, hm?" you nod, and he continues. "gonna rub your lotion into this sweet little ass, then i'm gonna eat you pussy, 'kay?" he asks.
your legs are like jelly. you can barely stand, let alone think—and it's all because of sammy. his head is between your thighs; his large hands hold them so you can’t pull away, while his lips taste your pussy. his tongue slurps your juices, never getting enough, sucking on your puffy clit, making you squirm, before moving right to your opening, teasing it and licking up the juices that lazily ooze out of it.
your manicured fingers are tangled in his hair, tugging at the ends. your legs clench again and again from the overwhelming sensation of pleasure, but sammy doesn’t mind—he welcomes the softness of your skin against his face, pulling you closer to himself as he mumbles quiet praises into your pussy.
however, these are drowned out by your breathless moans and his tongue, which shamelessly licks and kisses your folds so intensely that the echoes of his actions fill the room and ring in your ears.
that sweet torture went on for a long time—so very long. you didn't know how many hours had passed, how many orgasms sammy has given you; you stopped counting when the mirror behind you stopped being cold and began to fog up with every passing second.
but you didn't dare tell him to stop. you knew he needed it; you saw it when he walked through the door; you saw it in his eyes when he turned you away from the sink so he could kiss you; you saw it when he fell to his knees in front of you; and you saw it when his lips found their way to your pussy, all needy and waiting just for him.
and when sammy gave you another brain-numbing orgasm, your body went limp. you felt the marrow in your bones screaming, the blood in your veins surging, and every single nerve in your body seeming to die from the pleasure, which was no longer just good but downright deadly.
yet even then, you knew it wasn’t over—oh no. the look in his eyes when he saw the state he’d brought you to only deepened the profound hunger within him.
sammy bryant was just a man—a worn-out, tormented man—and no matter how pitiful it sounded, you were everything he needed to forget, if only for a moment, if only for one night.
jack never argues with his girl. on the rare occasion that he does, he never ever raises his voice at her. on the other hand, she'll yell and scream while fighting. from the beginning, he's known about the small temper that she can get when something really sets her off. a bad trait passed down to her from her father. so he lets her get as loud as she needs/wants to. once she finally takes a deep breath and stops, he'll just give her that look that says, "you done?" and maybe he'll let you get your frustrations out even more in bed.
