this is strictly to fulfill the fantasies i have about this man. indulge me
summary: jack was many things. a perverted old man being one of them.
tags: established sub/dom relationship, smut, pwp, slight bratty reader, spanking, fingering, daddy kink, praise kink, dumbificafion kink, collars, bondage/cuffs, mentions of sharing, pet names, jack is a meanie, breeding kink, hair pulling, dirty talk, biting, mating press
Jack was many things, he often told himself. a highly skilled doctor, a trained solider, a veteran, amputee, but the most important title belonged to the girl sitting in his living room dressed in fuzzy pink socks and a dress; your dom.
you came into Jack’s life three years ago, having met at the store you were working at back then. you had these big eyes that drew him in, begged him to find out more. you were shy that day, your hair pulled back into a ponytail tied with a bow. he couldn’t help himself, complimenting it in the tone he saved for pretty things like yourself.
the blush on your face told him everything. he couldn’t get you out of his head after that morning. he needed to know what you sounded like right when he brought you to that edge, that breaking point that would have your head spinning for days. he wanted to push you so far into subspace that he’d have control of every thought that went through that pretty head.
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your relationship started innocently enough. that first date was just that; a date. no alternative motives behind his kind smile and laugh. you were ready for him on that first date, he had no doubts. the way you leaned so far over the table to be closer to him; the way your thighs squeezed and rubbed together told him so. you squirmed as he ordered your dinner and drinks for you, as he stared at you when you took your first bites. he insisted he would take care of it if it wasn’t exactly how you wanted it, even after assuring him that it tasted so yummy.
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even your first time having sex together was vanilla. you figured he ‘was an old fashioned man with old fashioned tastes.’ he guided you onto the bed with a gentleness that made you yearn for more. he was reading every moan, whine, and pant from you to figure out exactly what made you squirt, which he was the first to make you do.
he gathered you into his arms after, taking you into his rather large en-suite bathroom. he set you on the counter and kissed your head, turning to run you a bath. you whimpered at the loss of touch and the older man chuckled. “i’m here baby. just making your bath.” you still whined, arms outstretching towards him.
“such a whiny thing, hm?” he mused as he turned back around. you squirmed on the counter as he came closer. “don’t worry, i’m right here, sweetheart. i’ll get you all clean and then we’ll go lay down, yeah?” he kissed your head again as he lifted you up to bring you to the bath.
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it wasn’t until a year in when he jokingly compared you to a dumb bunny. a comment that was simply meant to tease you shouldn’t have gotten the reaction you gave it. you blushed harder than normal, eyes darting around to avoid eye contact with the older man. he gripped your chin firmly, forcing you to meet his watching stare. it made you almost cum on the spot as he pressed you.
“what’s wrong, bunny? big bad wolf got you trapped?” his voice was teasing, his other hand gripping your hip so you were caged between his body and the wall. “don’t be such a dumb little bunny and use your words.” you actually whimpered at the phrase. your mouth opened and closed, words not forming as your brain whirled a million directions.
“aww look how hard you’re trying,” he cooed. his hand slid from your hip agonizingly slow across your stomach, right above your waist band. “oh my bunny. what am i going to do with you, hm?”
“Jack…” you batted your thick lashes up at him as his name came out as a desperate whisper. “please..”
“please what, dummy?” he gently tapped your cheek as his hand slipped under your waistband. “need me to help you?” you nodded frantically, not understanding why his words had this strong of an effect on you. “okay…since you asked so nicely.”
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he was the one who brought it up first the next day, approaching you cautiously. you were sat on the couch, legs tucked under you and wrapped in a blanket. he leaned over you, putting a hand behind your head to grip the back of the couch. your eyes darted to his, watching him closely. “you seemed to really enjoy yesterday,” was his only comment. he wanted you to be the one to lead the conversation so he waited for your answer.
“uh yeah…it was…” you trailed off, trying to find the best word to use. it was everything you needed, you woke up that morning feeling more clear headed than you had in weeks. “fun,” you settled on. his eyebrows raised and nodded. “i’d agree it was quite fun. was a bit shocked you liked that sort of thing.” casual; he’d play it casual to not scare you off.
“neither did i…i just did.” you shrugged as if it was something simple. “what did you like specifically about it?” your noncommittal response was what he was looking for. a halfhearted shrug that poorly covered your flushed face. “words bunny.” he whispered to you and your thighs squeeze together, your hips shifted back and forth.
“i uh…that.” your face was so red that Jack was sure it’d explode. “you telling……tellingmewhattodobe.” you rushed out, eyes shutting with embarrassment. “okay…so you like when i tell you what to do.” he reaffirmed, tone not changing. “what else?”
“Jack please…” you felt so vulnerable telling him about it, scared he’d not like it. “i wanna hear what you liked about it considering it made you cum harder than i’ve seen you before. don’t be embarrassed, i liked seeing you like that.”
you opened your eyes and looked confused. “you did?” he nodded lowering closer to your face. “i wouldn’t have called you a dumb little bunny if i didn’t wanna see how it made you blush and squirm, baby. i promise i like a lot more than just that.”
you had to admit that you were curious about what else he liked, not even sure you knew what you liked. “okay…i guess i like when you called me dumb and when you made the decision for me so i don’t have to think anyway. i’m not even sure if that made sense.” you were flustered now; not from embarrassment, Jack figured, but frustrated you couldn’t express your thoughts properly.
“it did…you did a good job explaining.” he kissed your forehead as a reward and then refocused. “baby do you know what bdsm relationships are?” he wanted you to ask him; wanted you to ask him to take care of you in that way. he wanted you to ask him to be your dom.
you shyly nodded in a way that seemed familiar. “one of my friends had a dom most of college.” you recalled the memory and turned back to him. there was a silence that fell over the room, not a judgmental silence, but an understanding one.
you did, but there was hesitation on your face. “is that something…..” you trailed off, not sure how to ask it. “have you done it before?” he nodded, humming about pretty you looked like this. “if we….i…i don’t want to stop being your girlfriend.” your eyes watered as you looked up at him.
“that would never happen. you’d just also be my submissive.” hearing him say it out loud made you blush. “then okay. i have more questions, but i don’t think i can handle that right now.”
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now, you had him completely at your mercy, wrapped tightly around your pretty finger with a pink bow. he had you moved in soon after you finally asked him to be your dom, building a small playroom in the spare bedroom that was filled with anything and everything the two of you could possibly need.
the two of you explored different kinks and dynamics, finding out exactly what your limits were and what you enjoyed. most importantly, he had gotten you to finally open up about what exactly you wanted and were scared of; being intimidated by his experience and with you already being shy, you were petrified he’d make fun of your lack of.
Jack often could tell if you would enjoy something, either a new roleplay or kink to try, and knew instantly the moment you no longer enjoyed it. he felt it was his job to help you discover these things, breaking you down only to build you back up time and time again.
Jack was driving home after his 4th night shift in a row, exhausted yet excited to get home to his girl. he could picture you now; a pink mug of hot chocolate on the coffee table as you played on your ipad on the couch, waiting so patiently for him to get home.
he could see your hair pulled back in your favorite clip, your body wrapped up in a blanket as you played the next level in whatever mobile game you saw in an ad on your last obsession. Jack pulled into the driveway of your shared home and let out a sigh. you were so good to him, taking your training with such grace it was almost second nature to you.
you would tell him it was due to his excellent teachings, his expert hands giving out whatever punishment he deemed not only appropriate, but exactly what your little head needed then. as much as he knew what got you going, you knew exactly how to press him. when to push, when to pull, when to beg him for more, when to egg him on in hopes for a punishment that’ll relieve whatever stress had been eating at him that day.
you had taken to the role so well, Jack thought. being his perfect little toy was not only second nature, but the only thing you wanted. he remembered going collar shopping with you; watching you try to pick the best one that didn’t scream ‘collar’ but showed a form of ownership.
Jack walked into the house, setting his keys down on the table next to the door. “princess?” he called out, confused that you didn’t meet him at the door. recently the two of you created a list of rules you’d follow as a dip into what a total power exchange dynamic would be like. where you’d give him full control over yourself.
since it was a recent addition, you only a a couple of them to follow for the time being. one of the rules the two of you settled on was you were to greet him every morning at the door when he got off shift.
“i’m sorry!!” was your meek response when you ran to meet him, clearly out of breath. Jack set his coat on the hanger before crossing his arms, eyebrow raised. “(y/n). i know this rule is new and you’re still learning, but this is the second time.” his voice was steady and firm, no room for discussion, yet you pressed.
“i was in the potty! i didn’t hear your car.” your voice had an edge that stirred something in his stomach. “what time do i get off?” you looked down at your pink fuzzy socks and mumbled “7..” you already knew what he was going to say. you knew it too; he was strict about his schedule, always home by 7:30. that’s why you had the rule. it would force you to wake up at a specific time, force you to get ready, and Jack enjoyed seeing you as soon as he walked in.
he stepped forward, hand grabbing your chin to force it up. “what does this mean?” he waited, expectantly. “i broke a rule….means i get punished.” you pouted, crossing your arms. “i don’t know why you’re acting like a brat. you’re the one who broke the rule; or does your dumb fucking brain not get that?” he was stern with you, fingers squeezing your chin as your eyes glazed over in the way he wanted; they filled with a desperate need, a want.
“ ‘m sorry daddy…am too dumb. need reminder.” you batted your lashes at the older man, who just shook his head with a dark smile. “yeah i’ll give you a reminder alright.” he patted your cheek before pointing down towards his work boots, “off.”
you got right to work, dropping to your knees so fast that the thud made when your knees connected to hardwood made Jack tense. you ignored the dull ache and took his left foot in your lap. dutifully unlacing the boot with a care and gentleness Jack marveled at. how beautiful you looked like this, on your knees before him, caring for him even though his tongue was sharp.
you set his left boot in its spot next to the door before pulling his right foot to replace it. you took a moment to pause and look up at Jack, eyes wide and begging for release. you looked happy, fulfilled. “my little bunny…how good you’re doing.” he cooed, stroking your cheek and brushing your hair back. you practically glowed as you leaned into his hand. “thank you sir.” your voice was so soft that it made him want to weep.
once both boots were removed, you looked up at Jack again, waiting for your next order. “you did so good love. i don’t know why you don’t listen when i tell you to be right here, just like this,” his fingers danced over your hair, “when i get home. does your brain just only listen when you’re horny?” he ran his fingers through your hair before gripping a section at the back of your head. he leaned down and pulled your face closer to his by your hair when you didn’t answer.
“i asked you a question, baby.” you gasped at the pain, eyes shutting as you planted your hands on your thighs to steady yourself. your core was on fire and your clit was aching. you wanted nothing more than to pull him into your playroom and let him fuck you however he wanted. “ ‘m sorry! yes daddy! only think when i want you!” you cried out, eyes filling with fat tears.
“you’ve been doing so good on your training, bunny…don’t slip up.” he was firm, pulling you to stand up. “playroom. now. clothes off and kneeling on the bed.” your breath picked up as you nodded, “yes sir.”
Jack took his time to go the playroom. he wanted you to sit for a bit, let the anticipation build on it’s on as you sat in your nerves. he loved this part, lived for it; the before the punishment when his pretty sub got herself so worked up on just the thought alone that it just made it all so much better.
Jack did a small amount of prep for aftercare before heading to the spare bedroom. it wasn’t a big room by any means. there was a black four-poster bed full of white fluffy pillows against the wall in the center of the room, white lace curtains draped across, creating a veil around the bed.
against the wall closest to the door were two black wood dressers full of different pink toys for Jack to use on you and little lacy outfits that Jack often bought and tore off you. he was a man of many pleasures, dressing his little toy up in whatever he wanted being a big one.
Jack’s favorite piece in the room was a black leather arm chair in the corner, a matching black wood side table next to it. it was his favorite for many reasons, but a main was to just watch you. watch as you put on shows for him; touching yourself on the center of the bed. watch as his closest friend Robby take you over and over again. it had the perfect view and it was comfortable. many post scene naps took place there.
on the wall next to the chair was a floor to ceiling mirror that also had the perfect view of the bed. Jack loved when he occasionally caught you staring at yourselves in it.
your favorite piece was a black pet cage in the furthest corner of the room. it was big, stuffed with all sorts of fuzzy things. a big pink and white pet bed was on the bottom with as many pink pillows as you could get padding the sides. a pink blanket with a separate piece of baby pink lace laid on top to give the cage a princess’s touch.
and there you were, at the center of it all. you had done exactly as told; naked on your knees, sitting with your legs tucked and palms facing up on your lap. your head was down and you were silent as he approached the bed.
you could feel the weight of his gaze on you, examining every bare inch of your skin. his hand reached out and his fingers glided down your shoulder to your wrist. they wrapped around your wrist, giving a gentle squeeze, then he pulled you forward slowly.
guiding you to rest on your hands and knees, Jack stepped back and crossed his arms. “look at you…” his voice dripped with a lustful honey that blanketed your mind, silencing all the racing thoughts he knew you had spiraling. “all laid out for me. ready to take,” he paused, admiring your body as you preened under his gaze. your hips shifted as your back arched just a touch.
“why are you being punished, beautiful?” he asked, turning towards the dressers behind him. he sorted through a drawer while awaiting your response.
“i wasn’t at the door when you got home. was distracted,” your voice cracked with need, not turning to see whatever he grabbed. you listened as your dom moved around the room, feeling the bed dip only slightly next to you signaling he put a couple toys down.
you felt the back of his hand on your ankle, warning you of his touch. he gently pet the outside before lifting your ankle slightly to slide what you immediately identified as the pair of white leather feet cuffs he so dearly loved. the pair of bonds were worn with use and love, but the soft fabric on the inside was a comforting embrace as Jack locked your ankles in. he then grabbed the thigh cuffs that attached to the ones at your ankles. the position it forced you to keep was a bit difficult but he would be right there. you just knew
“good girl,” he rubbed his hand over your back as he came to sit next to your arms. “now what did we agree would be the punishment?” he reached up and gently pushed your hair out of your face. you were trying to think of the agreed punishment and Jack waited patiently for you, hand rubbing your back.
“10 spankings.” you lowered your gaze, face flushing red at how intensely he was staring at you. Jack nodded, smiling at you. “oh good job baby,” he hummed, kissing your cheek. “i know how hard that must’ve been. thinking isn’t easy for dumb little girls, is it?”
your brows relaxed, smiling lazily at him. “is not easy, daddy.” you mumbled in response, earning a warm chuckle. “that’s why i’m here baby girl. daddy’s here to think for you.”
Jack stood, turning to face your lower half and wrapped his left arm loosely around your middle. his right hand reached out to rub your ass. he felt your body tense beneath his arm and he shushed you. “i want you to count for me, yeah?” he gently patted your ass cheek and you agreed.
the first strike startled you, forcing a yelp from your throat. “one!” you leaned against Jack’s side, using him for support. you felt his grip around your waist tightened and he delivered the next two strikes.
you counted out each hit, each slap of his hand made your core heat. Jack couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the whole scene; the way your pussy gleamed in the soft light. he paused after the 5th slap, rubbing your already red cheeks.
“my my baby…i wish you could see how red this pretty little ass is. hmmm does it hurt?” he mocked your whimper. “maybe now you’ll remember to be a good sub and be waiting by the door. look at how wet you are baby, fuck.” his fingers dipped down to push your puffy lips apart and swipe down your dripping center.
you gasped and pushed your hips back, moaning out for him. “oh don’t start that with me.” he growled and delivered a particularly brutal slap to your clit. your body almost collapsed as a sinful gasp came from your lips. Jack felt like his erection was about to explode from his pants, so he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer so your thigh was pressed tightly against his clothed dick.
you were familiar with this move, your hips rolling subconsciously so your thigh would grind against his length. you continued the count.
by spank 8, you could feel your arousal drip down your thighs. you weren’t sure if you could take any more. Jack had teased your clit more, pushing his fingertips in and out at an agonizing pace.
“9…10!” you cried out as the last strikes came down in quick succession, a mercy you were thankful for. Jack had your body trapped with his strength, his hand soothing your now maroon, borderline purple, cheeks. “what a brave bunny. my brave little girl…you did so good, hm?”
his hand rubbed down the back of your thigh as you cried. “daddy! please. it hurts.” your whimpers send shock waves to his cock and he couldn’t help but just eat up the fat tears that rolled down your face. “oh sweetie don’t worry. daddy’ll take care of that.”
true to his word, though without his normal softness, his fingers ran over your dripping clit. “so wet from your spankings. such a naughty little girl. you like being spanked?” two of Jack’s fingers skillfully pushed their way in your center with ease. there wouldn’t have been resistance with how utterly soaked you were.
you moaned as his fingers curled and pumped in and out, his pace steady and sharp. “tell daddy how much you liked your punishment and i might let you cum around my cock.” your head tipped back against his arm and you begged. begged for him to fuck you hard because you just couldn’t help but love your punishment.
you loved his rough hands leaving angry marks to claim and remind you of him. you could only see the side of his face as you begged for his cum too, his lips twitching up into a dark smile. “don’t worry baby, daddy’ll fill you up good with his seed.”
he needed to stretch your pussy out before he could dive in. he wanted to do a lot of things to you but with how wet you were and how tired he was from shift, he just wanted to be in you. so he bullied his fingers into your clit over and over, feeling it pulse around them.
you were babbling, hips a bit shaky but still raised. you pushed back in time with his fingers, deepening the stretch. “c’mon baby, little longer and i’ll have my cock in you,” his words soothed you as he curled his fingers over and over again, pulling you closer and closer to the edge.
“oh god! daddy! ‘m close!” your shoulder dipped as your thighs shook, fighting against the restraints. you chanted ‘daddy’ over and over as his fingers fucked you harder and harder. your arms tremble trying to hold your weight, but you could feel a wave of intense pleasure building.
“come for me, bunny. turn that dull brain off for daddy and come on my fingers.” he smirked as his thumb lightly teased your hole while his fingers pounded into you over and over again.
the new sensation caused your release, a loud pathetic moan erupted as your arms finally gave out. it didn’t matter as Jack already held most of your body weight up, taking the rest as you rode the high. Jack looked over you while he reached above to grab a pillow. he shoved it under your hips and slowly released you. your hips still raised, but your arms gave out so your cheek rested on the mattress.
Jack moved around you freely, adjusting your thigh cuffs to tilt your legs open enough for him to fit behind you. he then reached to pull your arms back behind you, grabbing the other set of cuffs he grabbed and locking them in place. he rubbed your sore behind and leaned down to kiss the bruises. “bunny...” he mused and he grabbed onto your hips again. “i’ve been dreaming about your little pussy all night, little one…been thinking about your cries as my fat cock abuses your holes.” you pressed your lower half back until you felt his cock pressed against your clit. you turned your head to try and see his face, your hips sliding side to side to grind against him.
Jack reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled the fabric up and over his head. you felt the warmth of his skin on your ass and sighed happily. next to go were his pants, pulling his belt off then the jeans. you ground against his hard length through his underwear. he moaned loudly, feeling your wetness through the fabric. “fuck baby girl…”
he pushed the briefs down and stroked a hand over his thick member. you wanted to touch him, taste him even.
his fat tip poked at your entrance, Jack carefully lined his length up before pushing in slowly. you gasped at the stretch, as you did every time. he tried his best to prep you, but his thickness stretched your hole open painfully yet oh so deliciously. once he was fully in you, he paused and allowed you to soak in the fullness.
Jack leaned over to cage you against the mattress, one hand on your hip and the other planting on your chest to lock your back against his. you were writhing and whimpering, pussy completely full to the brim. “feel good angel? feel good stretched out on my cock? i wish you could feel just how tight your little pussy is.” he whispered lowly in your ear, feeling how you fluttered against him. “i bet you’re already so cock dumb and i haven’t even moved.”
he was right, all thought shut down as soon as he entered you. why even bother thinking of anything other than his thick cock almost split you in two. “please daddy~” you purred, leaning back against his shoulder, “please fuck me daddy. don’t be nice, hurt me.”
the older man chuckled darkly against your neck, warm breath sending chills down your spine. his hand trailed from your chest up to your throat, his thumb and index fingers resting on the sides in a domineering way. a light squeeze made your head even more fuzzy and you whimpered. “since you asked so nicely, pet.” he kissed your earlobe before you felt him shift into a better position.
the pull out was slow, but the slam in was sinful. it was delicious as he bullied his cock into you over and over as he had done with his fingers. his hand on your hip gripped so hard you knew you’d have bruises later; good, you wanted them there.
your stomach rest on the pillow as his free hand gripped the back of your neck, affectively pinning you and absolutely pounding you into the mattress. “god fucking damn baby….i’ll never get over how good you feel on me. you’re taking me so well, i know you can take more,” he reached over to the side you couldn’t see, releasing your hip. he did not relent as you heard a toy whirl to life.
the buzzing was unmistakably, a recent addition to your collection, having caught your interest a while before. the loud buzz indicated the power and strength you weren’t sure you could handle with his unrelenting strokes. a hitach wand with a larger head and a longer handle. your stomach churned as you heard him flip through the different settings, quickly deciding on a middle level.
you expect to feel the vibrator on your clit, ready for the powerful shaking to instantly send you over the edge. when you felt it instead on that sensitive hole he teased earlier, your head jerked back. the moan that ripped through you was louder than Jack had heard before. he greedily drank it in, fucking you harder while the wand buzzed against your hole.
“daddy! oh!!” you felt drool on your chin, babbling as your pleasure built up and up. “oh shut up baby girl. just let daddy take care of that dumb head. feel so good angel.” Jack groaned as he felt the vibrations ripple through his cock down to his balls.
he leaned back and watched as you desperately fucked yourself on his cock, hips pushing back and forth. he slapped your sore and definitely now purple ass and you yelped before giggling. the man looked up at you and saw you looking back with eyes filled with tears.
“keep looking at me like that and your ass will be blue.” he growled, leaning over your body. your hips held so high and your face buried in the mattress as he sunk his teeth into your shoulder. your moan drove him to lick the mark up to your ear. “you gonna come again for daddy?” his pace was unrelenting, fucking deep into you with a grip so firm, legs still pinned by the cuffs. “you want daddy to fill you up good? get you all full of my seed, pretty girl.” he kissed your ear, you having gone silent a minute prior.
Jack needed to be deeper, need to brutalize your warm and wet core. he pulled out and you whined loudly in discomfort. “sh shhh. only for a second, daddy’s got you.” he put the vibrator down, it roared against the mattress, and unlocked the cuffs at your wrists. then he flipped you on your back, pausing to take you in. you looked like your brain was floating as he moved you. adjusting the pillow beneath you to rest higher on your back, he pushed your hips up into the air and forced your legs as open as they’d go.
grabbing the wand and holding against your weeping clit, Jack pushed his cock deep inside you as he towered over. your legs locked and open, hips high to allow him as deep as you could take. your sore arms reached out for him, each hand gripping one of his arms. your moans were pathetic, tears free falling as you babbled on and on. the vibrator adding to it all, making your head spin.
“daddy’s getting so close bunny. you want my cum? want it deep inside you? say please.” he grunted as his pace got rougher, sloppier. you looked up at him with pleading eyes, “please cum in me. wanna cum with you,” you begged, hands desperately clinging to him as he turned the vibrator up a level, the buzzing sending shock waves of pleasure up your spine.
Jack nodded, his release right there. “cum for daddy. i’ve got you bunny.” after a few more expertly timed thrusts, you felt such intensity in your gut. your whole body trembled as a white light filled your vision.
you heard your moan but didn’t remember letting it go. Jack felt his orgasm hit him like a brick, slowing his thrusts as his hands shook. he continued to hold you there, vibrator attacking and his cock thrusting his seed deeper into your womb. your head was thrown back and your mouth wide. he wish he could keep you right here forever. he would if you’d let him.
“mmfph..daddy..” you cried and he was instantly moving. he turned off the wand and set it to the side, slowly pulling out of you. “daddy’s here, little one. float back down to me.” he soothed as he lowered you down and removed the cuffs. you were in another world and felt him move around you. your eyes closed and he just moved on autopilot, falling into his caretaker role.
he cleaned you up and carried you from the room, bringing you to your shared bedroom. you could bath and eat later, he was tired and you were in no state to disagree. so he grabbed a couple waters and tucked you in first before stripping himself of his prostheses and joined you.
“you did so wonderful for me, little bunny…’m so proud of you.” he praised, kissing your face softly. “sleep, i’ll be here when you wake up. just sleep love.” you just nodded, eyes fluttering closed. he pressed a kiss to your lips and settled down himself into the bed. eyes closing, he soaked in the morning, feeling so warm and so loved.
ani’s notes 𝜗ৎ some scenarios are based around things i’ve written b4 for context. apologies if any links no longer seem to be working, i will try to replace them if they are deleted xoxo
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+ f!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, pet play / hybrid AU, spit kink, free use, nymphomania.
how jack fingers you when you’re bratty — “what happened to that smart lil’ mouth, huh?” he grumbles over your pitched, whiny and huffy moans. his free hand grabs one of your ankles and stops you from kicking so much, thumb rubbing over your cotton sock. “gotta stop acting out just ‘cause your pussy needs attention, sweetheart.”
when you and jack both wake up needy — jack’s so sneaky when it comes to pinning you down under him. one minute you’re lazily kissing in the soft morning light and you feel his hands all over you, the next your face is stuffed into a pillow with his strong chest pressed against your back while you claw at the sheets and drool. he grunts over your ear, grabbing your waist and your hips and whatever soft skin he can touch. “fuck, that’s it— cum on my cock, baby. make daddy proud.”
jack giving kitty!reader attention after being gone all day — “such a sweet girl,” jack coos, watching you rut yourself against his thigh. his warm, strong hands cover your hips to help you move gently, reveling in the sounds and pleas that fall from your lips. he kisses you, mumbling words between each sweet smooch, “y’wanna be filled up, baby? i know, i know— let’s see if you can cum like this first.”
clingy!pope needing to feel you up — andrew lets out a soft gasp as you work his belt open. his hands are already slipping into your pj bottoms, rubbing the fullness of your ass. his touches make it difficult for you to focus on his fat cock that’s now in your hand but he doesn’t mind, not when you’re mewling and breathing like that. “c’mere,” he mumbles before curling himself over you and rutting his cock against your softness— “need to feel my baby close.”
being a good girl for pope in the backseat — “made me pullover just ‘cause you needed your throat stuffed, baby?” he chastises softly, his gaze meeting your big dazed eyes as you work his drool covered cock with your hands. he makes you stop for a second, grabbing your face and leaning over you. your lips part on their own, already expecting him to spit in your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl.” he coos out, voice raspy.
free use!pope letting nympho!reader tease ‘n fuck herself on him — “babygirl…” andrew whines, watching your hands reach for his as you press your ass against his hardening cock and mimic the way he fucks you. he already pounded you into the mattress less than two hours ago, and here you are whimpering for more. “fuck— you always do this.” he grits out, letting you pull his pants down and guide him with your hips.
jack abbot likes a good time with his girl . Without Robby yapping his ear off about how loud you were yesterday night as he took you on the old creaky white wooden porch of your home , life’s gottn better in just one day , therefore he will not punch someone . “ here gotcha’ ur drink daddy “ you smile , coming back in happy hops from the shop not far away from the beach . Such a sweet sight he think . Small flowered bikini sittin’ on your tits like it’s life depend on it :( the bottom , cute matching thong that’s rubbing up and down in between those plush cheeks of yours . Jack feels the heat make it’s trip down his groin—cock gives a visible twitch underneath deep blue swimshorts . The veins pump and blood flows rapidly through the thick length as he gives a slow , calculated look down from manicured toes to your face . Confusion is present , you quickly shy away , bringing the cold drink up to your cheek as you feel warmth over there , your thighs are sticky from sweat and lathered in candy scented butter . They start to rub at each other as you almost stumble on your feet . Wavy coils in the wind flow gracefully—your hair had grown long and full , Jack thought you looked like some unreal , supernatural being or something …told you too after having a vivid dream , it’s the best way he could describe it and you had laughed smacking his chest while cutely giggling , calling him silly . Your cunt gives a beat at his attention because you love his eyes on you — chomping at every part one by one with greed behind them . Felt like his prey . Pretty little lamb . “ c’mere sweet thing , over your dad’s lap c’mon “ the beach is small and quiet today , The gears in the old man’s head turn slowly as he gives his need to have his hands on you time to think it , eyes scanning around the area for any liabilities but he wasn’t aware of his palm already rubbing circles on your clothed pussy , cupping it firmly . You know he hasn’t realized because you’ve been whimpering and hiccuping for more , for the past four minutes and he hasn’t answered :( just torturing you . Your hole drips slick webs and it starts to feel uncomfortable in this bikini . Completely lost in thoughts he watches the beautiful hues of the sea infront of you both , rethinking maybe you should move behind some rock or “D-dada p-please….do somethin’” he flinches slightly getting out of his trance , before cooing at you — saying he’s sorry that he’ll give it to you back home only now “let’s stick some in hm ? plug this wet cunt up a lil bit , don’t worry sweetheart dad’s gonna give it to you deeeeeeep into that womb … there she is” as he plunge three wide digits into you , twirling around that cute spot that brings tears out of your waterlines , loving wet kisses are by your throat as he tries to shush your cries . Completely at his mercy , he gives slight thrusts of his own hips into your buttocks , the friction of your fidgeting bringing a strangled grunt out of him — bare chest against your back puffing put hot breaths .
“She’s so wet what were u thinkin bout over there hmmm ? wanted dad right there onna sand ? want people to see you like this while i as i cream in this tummy up ? ur so sick in the head baby”
⤷ Cw : fauxcest .ᐟ .ᐟ dddne .ᐟ .ᐟ Jack is an icky man .ᐟ .ᐟ ditzy reader to be honest .ᐟ .ᐟ minors do not interact .ᐟ .ᐟ
⤷ Dadbf Jack has been rotting my brain so yeah …
ᥫ᭡ dadbf!jack who makes you wear icky clothes around the house !! Little short shorts , tight tops that show your nipples , crop tops that reveal a little too much underboob , sun dresses with no panties !! Panties are banned in the house because he always wants access to his baby girl !! The only time you can wear them is when he knows he’ll rip em off later !!
ᥫ᭡ dadbf!jack who loves it when you sit on his lap in your mini shorts and starts grinding on his buldge , you’ll be “watching” a show and his hands are on your hips and grinding on his cock !!
ᥫ᭡ dadbf!jack who lets you wear the revealing clothes outside because he knows how to fight !! And he just looks scary
ᥫ᭡ dadbf!jack who gets mistaken as your dad in public and plays into it !! You’re standing at checkout Jack standing behind you holding your other bags !! The cashier rings up your stuff, “that’ll be $285 will that be debit or credit?” Jack pulls out his credit card and swipes and the lady behind the counter smiles at you both, “it’s so sweet to see dads and daughters shopping together !! It’s rare nowadays.” Before you can even say anything Jack grabs the bags and answers.
“She drains my pockets but I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
ᥫ᭡ dadbf!jack who lovesssss cumming in you and pulling your short back up and telling you to keep it in :(( but it drips down your legs anyway !! And so he has to bend you over his lap spank your ass raw until you learn to be a good little slut for him !! :((
you're sat on jack's kitchen counter, swinging your legs, complaining about how incompetent guys your age are while jack washes the dishes.
it's when you get to the "men used to die and go to war" part of your rant that you remember that he literally did go to war, and realise that you might've gone a little too far...
the corner of jack's mouth twitches, because he sees the way your eyes widen and your breath catches, and he knows he's got you. his chest rumbles, soft and warm, and he pinches your hip with wet fingers.
"you're my little sexist, princess," he murmurs as he shakes his head, moving to stand between your legs. "i'm just gonna have to correct your bad little biases."
"oh, yeah?" you tease, leaning forward to place a kiss on his lips. "and how are you gonna do that?"
he kisses you back, his arm sliding up your shirt to pull you against him. "hmm," he replies, tone contemplative as he traps you between him and the cupboards. "i think my little feminist is gonna need a lesson in the power of a strong, masculine male."
"ew," you laugh, your arms circling his neck. "are you gonna de-woke me?"
he snorts, shaking his head as he nips lightly at your bottom lip. "de-woke? jesus, baby, you've been reading too much twitter." his fingers trail down your spine. "i'm just saying, some things are meant to be primal. natural. like a man taking care of his woman."
"besides," he murmurs against your mouth, voice rough with something dark, "you don’t really want equality right now… do you? you want me to hold you down. tell you what to do."
you grin, your eyes bright with amusement as you pull back. you know he doesn't really believe what he's saying, and that makes it hotter. "natural? please. maybe back in the dark ages, when you were my age..."
he laughs softly, his body pressed tightly against you as his fingers slip lower, skimming the warm skin of your thighs. "sweetheart," he mutters, the amusement clear in his tone, "you know what i'd have done to you in the dark ages?"
"what?" you breathe. then his mouth is at your neck again, leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along your throat as he speaks, his voice a gravelly whisper.
"i would've taken you as my wife." another kiss, followed by a hot, possessive bite against your skin.
"and i would've put a baby in you, so i could watch that stomach swell with my kid."
"oh, fuck," you moan, arching against him at the idea. he just laughs again, warm against your skin as he moves down to your collarbone.
"my little feminist, getting hot over the thought of getting knocked up. and you know you'll let me, princess. you know you'll be a good girl and let daddy put a baby in you." his hands slide up your sides beneath your shirt before one cups firmly over your lower stomach.
"you're gonna be such a good mom," he murmurs into your ear, voice thick with teasing certainty.
Jack spends an entire post-sex cuddle session emotionally suffering from the fact you’ve figured out he used to be ginger because…despite all the silver curls and stubble, there is a very incriminating copper color that still exists south of the border.
Or, to put it frankly, you realize he used to be a ginger from his pubes that haven’t gone fully gray.
You’ve been brushing up against them enough to notice.
“Jack Audrey Abbot, You seriously expect me to find out my silver fox boyfriend used to be ginger and not demand evidence? This is the best day of my life!”
You, naturally, react like you’ve found God. Jack wants to die, because you become obsessed with the idea of young ginger Jack. He gets gruffly, pathetically flustered in ways you’ve never seen before.
“You know what, you wanna talk about pubes? Let’s talk about how you thought shaving down there would be a fun surprise for me. That was stupid.”
“Shut up. I want photossss!!”
Fuck. Apparently all it takes to reduce him into a blushing mess is his hot girlfriend nurse young enough to be his kid is her being too delighted by the fact that he used to look like a fucking stocky Irish farm boy.
“I have some…I have some photos. Hopefully you’ll stop sexually harassing me.”
“Yay!”
But unfortunately for him, the more embarrassed he gets, the much more attractive you find him. Which, that should be impossible by now.
18+, f!reader, can be interpreted as pet play OR a hybrid AU, biting, bratty behavior, crying, age gap, daddy mention.
kitty!reader who naps all day with jack after his long, overnight shifts. she’s rolling around in bed and biting and drooling all over his skin in her sleep— his scent keeps her in a deep slumber while jack is knocked out himself. he just barely notices her sleeping habits, but his eyebrows furrow when he wakes up with a few new bite marks on his strong arms and chest. he doesn’t think much of it. who else could the culprit be, if not his rowdy kitten?
kitty!reader who has everything she could possibly ever need. gourmet meals, plenty of toys, cute collars and little outfits galore, a bed that she refuses to sleep in. won’t even go near it for naps because she always needs to be glued to jack. she’s just a spoiled girl! it’s not necessarily that jack can’t so no to her, it’s that he doesn’t want to. she deserves to be pampered regardless of want anyone robby tells him, that he’s too soft on her and that her behavior will only get worse the more it continues. only he knows how sweet she truly is, only he knows what she needs … and most of the time it isn’t anything material! just a hand between her thighs and some his fingers in her mouth to bite on.
kitty!reader who has wandering hands at the worst times, like when he’s trying to go through his emails and be somewhat productive on a day off. usually jack’s pretty quick with grabbing both of her wrists as she sneaks up between his knees and rubs his thighs, before her delicate fingers and manicured claws can reach for his waistband. when he isn’t— she’s a purring mess as she pulls his sweats down, showing just how much she wants to play as the messy gusset of her panties presses against his boxers. god help him if she ever finds out where his viagra is.
kitty!reader who is very sensitive despite her bratty disposition. sometimes she’s a little terror. clawing at things, relentlessly biting, yelling ‘no!’ whilst jack tries to settle her down. when he raises his voice in return, the waterworks are instant. trembling lip and all, with big wet eyes and pathetic sniffling. at first jack just has to roll his eyes because it’s so typical of her, but then he’s welcoming her into his arms and sighing, cooing to her about how she wouldn’t be so worked up if she just listened to her daddy!
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i love being in the locked tomb fandom because you can get as many spoilers as you want and still have no fucking clue as to what's going on unless you actually read the next book
Going feral over the parallels between Gideon and Harrow.
They were both born out of an intense violation and betrayal, by a process thought to be impossible, meant to be a tool for the Tomb (one to keep it and one to open it).
They were the only two children left of their House, and were both dehumanized and depersonalized (one by being put on a pedestal and one by being demonized) and not allowed to be children.
They both were brilliant but in very narrow applications.
Harrow and Gideon both got what they ostensibly wanted at the beginning of the series-- Harrow became a quasi-Lyctor and wanted to never see Gideon again, and Gideon wanted to be a cohort officer and make Harrow regret how she treated her. And how they both desperately tried to undo it when they got what they thought they wanted.
Gideon failed what she was born to do (open the Tomb) and Harrow failed what she was born to do (keep the Tomb sealed).
Harrow was a devout little nunlet who Jod wholly does not understand, while Gideon would only go to the Ninth's religous services when forced, blackmailed, or coerced and yet was space Jesus.
Both Gideon's and Harrow's mothers died for the Tomb and tried to kill their children for it. Gideon talked to a skeleton pretending it was her mom; Harrow puppeted her parents and spoke for them.
Harrow had a surrogate father in Crux, and Gideon found and reconnected with her father John. They both had to contend with their fathers (surrogate and bio alike) being terrible, manipulative, abusive people while still caring for and being cared for by them.
They're both in some sort of weird situationship with Ianthe.
GUYS a coworker of my friend who is a waiter served Hudson and Connor over the break and this girl had NOT watched the show and asked what they had been up to (just doing her waiter thing!) and they said. “Ya know just spitting in each others mouths”. !!!!?? So they are just out here acting like that in real life. To the public to strangers who have not acknowledged their fame. Obbbbbbsessed
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