hiya (àčËÌ”áŽËÌ”) [ 18+ ] sometimes I make things, but I love reblogging and reading! psst⊠I love big mean daddies and hyperfem women (àč>âĄ<àč)
him walking into the kitchen one morning in only his underwear, cock hard and heavy enough it bounces against his thigh when he walks. he doesnt acknowledge it; he pours himself a cup of coffee and gives you a nod.
"you're staring at me," he says.
neither one of you have acknowledged the tension between you. the way he watches your lips and the way you undo your bikini tops when you sunbathe by the pool.
"I'm just really hungry all of a sudden," you say. "Your son fed me before he left, but he just... didnt fill me up."
the next day, you get your coffee in just your panties and your favorite bra. he's back again, just as hard as he scooches behind you to grab the pot from the percolator. his cock is press against your ass and you can feel how thick he really is.
"did you get your fill this morning?" he asks from over your shoulder.
"no," you press back slightly. "I'm ravenous."
"You think he'd be more like his father. I always make sure my woman are stuffed."
You two get into a habit of hugging when you say good morning. He wraps his arms around you and keeps you tight so you can feel him against your stomach. Sometimes he lifts you on to the counter to "hug you better". like that his cock is pressed right up against your cunt, angled perfectly as if he's about to enter you.
"Best hug we've ever had," he whispers with a roll of the hips.
Iâm thinking of making a separate blog with a different aesthetic instead of doing the college work I need to bc I do all fandoms on here but I want to lowkey focus on daddy/mommy types on one blog
Iâm changing my stance on Robby. At first, I was initially triggered by his actions towards everyone around him (I wonât forgive his words to Samira), but then I kind of kept watching him and realized that he really is just fucked. Like he just is. Years upon years of this job, of this constant stress, of declaring bad news to patients to losing patientsâitâs going to drive anyone insane. You have to have an antisocial personality disorder to be able to function in a place like the Pitt that requires a very hard to manage amount of empathy for oneself and patients, but even then I think anyone would struggle. His empathy is present but at times itâs also suppressed because he canât function with himself needing care and his patients needing care at the same time. Heâs always choosing his patients, because thatâs his duty.
He is complex and flawed and I hope an accurate representation of (sadly) what healthcare providers go through to alert audiences of how much of you can be lost in your efforts to not lose a patient. Though there are moments I donât like his behavior, I try to see it through the lens of his character.
while i donât believe in audios made by businesses like Quinn should be distributed because of the effort made by the creators/voice actors, nagging americans need to stop going âomg itâs only 8 dollars you guys are so cheap itâs a small business blah blah blahâ
have you ever considered not everyone pays in dollars. have you ever considered what is little to you is larger to other currencies. have you ever learned of the concept of exchange rates.
so dumb BOO !!!! people lose out on what is accessible to you. people also want to enjoy erotica. to ensure I always have backup money, I canât spend American dollars, and my currency isnât even considered the lowest. itâs only two episodes anywayânot worth a lot of peopleâs money, even if I and others enjoy Shawn Hatosy moaning into our ears.
jack abbot who teaches you how to kiss. itâs your first time doing itâ boys at your high school and then up to college never caught your eye, until jack came along. heâs got you on his bed because he doesnât need to do this in public, both of you sitting up at the edge, knees touching. heâs thumbing the necklace he gave you, using it to tug you forward.
you breathe into him more than you kiss him when he first starts. your lips donât move like his do. only until heâs traced the back of your teeth with his tongue do you open up a little more, letting him slip his tongue further inside, and yours into his mouth. jack likes that you donât kiss well at first, because you donât stop even when you know you arenât good. it shows trust.
when youâre done your first little practice sessionâbecause there will be moreâ youâre both hot in the face, saliva smeared across your mouths, courtesy of your drooling. his tongue runs across his lip to collect some, slipping it back into his mouth with a low hum.
he rests the locket back against your neck, already planning the next time. youâre so good for him.
Jack Abbots dick is thick. Like stupid thick. Like âlaughing in disbelief when you first see it because theres no way he thinks thats going inside youâ kind of thick. I mean its to be expected, every other part of him is so meaty and broad but its still a shock to the system. You cant even suck him off properly :( you try and you can get the tip in your mouth but other than that you just have to kiss and lick and suck at his shaft :((( God forbid he goes commando. Even soft that things a monster.
from an ask i plan to expand on later áŻâ jack abbot obsessed with how fat your pussy is đ”âđ« on your first ever night together, he takes your panties off and goes catatonic. he derails all the plans he had to take you one step at a time and shoves you down, shoves his face between your thighs. you taste as juicy as you look and he loves your smell, color, loves how much of you there is to suck on and squeeze between his fingers, so much so that he puckers hickey's on your pussy lips and plays with them until you're creaming, til' your clit is swollen. most, he loves how you hug his thick cock when he fucks you from behind. he thrusts so slow in you, he's so mesmerized, so loud. he's just moaning, one long drooling moan, 'mmm, fuuuckk...' and you tell him to shut up, you have roommates who'll hear, roommates he knows. he only spanks you for interrupting his concentration. '...shouldn't have such a fat fuckin' pussy, baby... get comfortable, gonna spend all night filling it full.'
Jack abbot who lives to emotionally undress you. He gets off on the way you get all vulnerable and soft under him, holding on like he might disappear. He sinks to the hilt inside of you, chubby girth pressed up against your soft walls and balls pressed into your wet folds. He holds you there, arms wrapped around you, gently rolling his hips into yours.
And the worst part is he's not even doing it on purpose half the time. He just makes you feel all that more safe even when vulnerable and small beneath him.
You grasp at him, choking a "thank you daddy," through a hitched sob.
Jack hums from above you, slips an arm under yours so that yours rests over his, "mm, for what, baby?"
"Takin' care of me."
Jack gives a soft sigh, pressing his lips to yours in a gentle kiss that seems to slow the world around you. You chase his lips when he pulls back just enough to breathe. He pecks them sweetly, stroking your hair thats matted to your clammy skin. He looks you over, eyes soft, he pulls you into another kiss, whispering against your lips "Wouldn't be your daddy if I didn't."
can't stop thinking about abbot using his biceps to brat tame reader, theyre so underappreciated in fics ;((((
18+ minors dni
sorry to my asks that im behind on but this had to be done immediately hashtag eating his biceps
(content : f reader and BRATTYYYY, brat tamer!jack abbot, hes meany mean mean but so sickingly sweet, riding his bicep, he calls u bunny hehe, daddy kink. google doc link at the bottom â„ïž)
youâve been on his last nerve since he got home. after a loooong night shift, he expects to come home and be smothered by his pretty little thing. you usually greet him right at the door with that giddy smile and kisses to his cheeks and lips before he can even drop his backpack. sometimes you donât even make it back towards the bedroom, pushing the delicious breakfast you made for when he got home to the ground. he pounded you right there on the kitchen table.
you were pretty moody last night before he left. he doesnât blame you for that. he had been working too much and by the time he got home in the morning, he passed out in the first 10 minutes. you have been sleeping alone too much, and waking up alone even more. all you wanted was his attention.
today, as he walked in, he braced himself once he unlocked the front door, assuming youâre gonna be there ready to jump into his arms. nothing. he loosens up, looking to his right, and there you were. cooking breakfast. breakfast for one. weird.
you didnât even look up. there was music playing from your phone. maybe you didnât notice heâs here. he places his bag down, walking over to you and pressing his chest to your back. still nothing.
âmorning, bunny,â he mumbles, pushing a kiss into your cheek.
âmorning,â you say simply, pushing the eggs around in the pan.
jack pauses. thereâs that tone. if there was anybody he didnât want to bother in a bad mood, it was you.
he swallows. âhowâd you sleep?â
âgreat,â you drag on in that monotone voice that makes his skin crawl.
okay, then. he thinks in his head, then pats you on the ass. âkay, iâm gonna go shower.â
you donât respond as he walks off.
the whole rest of the day, he was met with dismissive behavior from you all day. he could just feel the tension drowning every inch of his usually love filled home. when he plopped down next to you on the couch, he heard you huff out a sigh. when he leaned down to kiss your cheek, he didnât feel you lean into it. just accept it.and there was the fact that youâd barely even look at him.
he was in agony. after awhile he just gave up. clearly his efforts werenât going anywhere.
later that afternoon, he was lying in bed, tv on, shirt off. you were showering up in the bathroom. he heard you opening the cabinets, covering yourself in your lotions and creams and what-not. you always smelt so yummy before bed.
leaving the bathroom, to jackâs surprise, you climbed right on top of him, straddling his hips. you hadnât put your pajamas yet, leaving you completely bare upon him. his hands hover in the air as you lean in, pushing your face into his neck.
âhey, hey, what dâya think youâre doing?â jack laughs in shock, pushing on your shoulders gently.
âwhatâs it look like iâm doing?â you mumble. you grab his hands, placing them on your tits and leaning forward to kiss him. he swerves you. the nerve! âwhatâs your problem?â
he looks at you like youâre some crazed animal. which, inside, you sort of are after a week of no action.
âwhatâs my problem? youâve been a brat all day and now you wanna act like you love me?â
âoh, god, donât be such a baby-â
âyeah, iâm the baby,â he gives you a smile. even when youâre acting ridiculous, youâre still adorable to him. âyouâre not getting this dick tonight, bunny.â
the way your eyes drop, a pout making your bottom lip jut out, almost breaks his heart. almost. you release your grips on his hands, your own falling down to rest on his belly. you quickly start to regret your behavior. you couldnât help it! youâve been without him for far too long. you missed him, and it hurt that he kept leaving you.
his left arm extends out onto the bed. he stares at you with that knowing look.
âwhat?â you ask, looking between his face and arm.
âride it.â
huh?? your eyebrows raise, mouth hanging open.
âyou didnât hear me?â jack asks mockingly. you shake your head. âi said ride it. youâre not getting this dick tonight but that doesnât mean youâre not cumming. so shut your bratty fuckinâ mouth, sit on my arm and ride.â
his tone scared you. he didnât speak like that to you often. you started to feel like a bad patient, one that was getting on his nerves. you wanted to laugh but he wasnât joking.
when all of your self respect drained from your body, you slowly climbed off of his waist and placed your thighs on either side of his bicep. hovering for a second for one last moment of dignity before lowering your bare pussy right on his bulging muscle. his skin was warm from being cuddled up under the blankets.
âjeez, babe, that from the shower or you just happy to see me?â
you huff in embarrassment, sliding your slick along his skin. it felt too good. shouldnât, but it did. his arm hair tickled your clit, only making you ground down harder. you glanced down and saw the pretty freckled skin shine. it only made you move quicker.
jack watched you for a few seconds before looking back at the tv. like this was normal. god, you were really gonna kill him. only after you soak his skin.
it was so fucking humiliating rutting on your boyfriendâs arm like a dog in heat all because you needed to fix your attitude.
âstop moving so much, iâm trying to pay attention here,â he grumbles as if you were bothering him. in reality, there was a visible tent beneath the sheets that was getting unbearable.
you only whine in retaliation, hands reaching up to twist your nipples so you can relieve some tension. you could feel yourself getting close.
âjackieee,â you cry out, hips grinding down harder.
âwhatâs that?â he snaps his head towards you, flexing his bicep.
the sudden bulge popping out caused you to jolt. it felt like there was a pulsing heartbeat in your pussy, begging for that same feeling to come back again. youâd do anything.
âdaddy, pleaaaase,â you begin to babble, a hand on his shoulder to keep you upright. drool pools in your mouth and tears prick your eyes. âwanna cum! âm s-sorry, i didnât mean it!â
âdidnât mean it, huh?â jack hums, flexing his bicep again. âfunny that you donât mean it right when iâm givinâ you what you want, baby, isnât it? iâm just a mean old man for doinâ this to you, arenât i? you gotta talk to me, bun. canât read minds here.â
but you canât. not when he lets his bicep bulge, the veins giving you a nice groove to ride on. it was heavenly. you lost all shame from that feeling. you chased it. that sweet tightening feeling in your bladder. the one he taught you to let creep up and explode.
âi can feel it,â he breathes out, free hand reaching up and tucking your hair behind your ear. how could he be so nice when he was being so mean to you?! you hated loved him!! âcan feel you tightening and drippinâ all over me.. let it go.. wanna feel you soak me up, mâkay?â
with another flex, you feel that coil snap. your hole flutters around nothing, squiiiiirting all over his arm. his freckles shimmer under the lights of your shared bedroom. he talks you through your orgasm, although you canât quite hear through the ringing in your ears.
âdaddyâs got you, bunny.. not gonâ anywhere tonight. promise. iâve been neglecting my girl, havenât i? yeah, yeah, get your revenge on the bad man⊠love you so much..â
his words got clearer once you slowed down. your hips twitched a bit before he pulled you off, laying you down on the bed. he rolled over you, turning his head to huff at his arm, dragging his tongue up the fatty muscle. you might as well have not even been there.
leaning down, he nudges his nose against yours. you feel his cock poking at your thigh, the oversensitive area making you jump and giggle.
âthought i wasnât getting dick tonight?â you say with a smug smile.
he laughs. âif i ever say anything like that again, youâve got permission to slap me upside my head.â
Him swiping something from the corner of your lips, pressing the pad of his thumb against the plush of them, slipping the salty digit inside your mouth when you gasp softly.
Him holding you in his lap, a hand on your jaw holding you steady, his other resting at the curve of your chin, his pointer and middle finger resting past your lips on your tongue.
You mumble something around his digits, hand coming up to hold his wrist.
"Hmm?" He coos and readjusts, pulling his fingers out just enough to hold your bottom lip down.
"Y'taste good," you tease, eyes lidded.
Jack's brows raise for a moment, "oh, do they?" He smiles, slips them back into your mouth and presses a kiss to the middle of your brows when you moan around them.
Its more of a soothing decompression than anything else â for both of you.
"Was work okay?" You mumble.
Jack nods, curls his fingers up to stroke the roof of your mouth.
"S'alright. Elderly woman with AFIB came in. Wasn't fun."
You can tell he's trying to avoid the memory, eyes focusing more on your lips and the way they form around his fingers. He grinds his hips up into the curve of your ass, bulge of his cock stroking against you.
"Sorry, daddy." You mumble
"S'okay, sweetie." He shakes his head lightly and smiles when he meets your eyes, "just happy to be with my girl." He slips his fingers out of your mouth and traces the shape of them with his thumb, "you happy?" He asks teasingly.
You nod happily, and press a peck to the pad of his thumb, still holding onto his wrist.
"How bout you turn around and show me that pretty pussy, how's that sound?"
okie but jack would be so stern on keeping you safe when it comes to sexual acts. just finished painting your face in cum? heâs holding your head in his hands, smushing your cheeks, biggest smile on his face telling you how pretty his girl is wearing him. then smile instantly dropping and heâs directing you to the bathroom to rinse it off. âdonât need that seeping in or drying. not good for you, sweetheart.â
or getting his groans out, buried deep inside of you, heavy chest on top of yours. slowly pulling out, watching his cum trickle out, cooing at the sight. rubbing it on your puffy lips. âlooks so good coming out of you.. such a pretty flow. wait a second before you go pee, okay? youâre still sensitive, need your bladder to soften back up.â
rafayel/caleb: you are PROTECTED and WATCHED. they get along annoyingly well and end up telling each other all their secrets, even the ones kept from you. they decide working together fully is in your best interest. feed into each other's yandere tendencies. lots of ribbons and blindfolds and manhandling when they fuck you. their shared cute aggression and inability to say no to you is your greatest weapon.
zayne/sylus: daddy duo. zayne is the strict one. you go to sylus when you want to go behind zayne's back to get your way. sometimes sylus betrays you and ties you to the bed posts and leaves you for zayne to find when he gets home. they both call you sweet girl, and when you are in public, they both have a hand on you somewhere at all times.
rafayel/zayne: work really well together when shit gets serious. teacher/student roleplay, often. they have very different worldviews and you are always trying to prompt philosophical discussions between them for your own entertainment. also work together well at night. rafayel holds you against his chest, entirely restrained, while zayne punishes you with his cock. very gentle thorough aftercare.
rafayel/sylus: they nearly kill each other a few times at the start. they are apparently accidents, but you have your doubts. especially when sylus calls raf kitten one day and gets a dagger in his shoulder as a consequence. they take you on exotic trips very often. you get fucked in each place. they keep track of these places on a map and challenge each other in various games to decide who gets to choose the next place to take you. they both love dressing you up all pretty, often in pink.
xavier/caleb: always competing for your attention. snarky. passive-aggressive jealous bickering. lock in together when you need protecting. no hand raised against you lives. every time caleb feeds you a perfectly cooked meal, xavier fucks you for desert to make sure he's keeping the balance. caleb banned him from the kitchen for your safety. xavier makes you call him gege sometimes just to piss him off.
xavier/zayne: you catch them in discussions sometimes that make your head spin. they respect each other a lot. zayne has an accident with his evol one night and needs distance from you, escaping out into the cold night. but before he can spiral into self-loathing, xavier follows him out and talks him out of it. he tells him he's the only one in the universe he trusts with your life.
rafayel/xavier: pure joy and fun with a side of murder. they don't get along at first. xavier doesn't like how involved you are with rafayel's revenge/rescue missions. but after insisting on coming along, he quickly gets on side. ends up completely dedicated to the cause, especially when he sees how it upsets you. you find them napping together sometimes, and rafayel calls xavier old and out of touch when he doesn't understand his art. you have baths together nearly every day, and at night they grab at you and tug you between them like two only children who've never had to share their favourite toy.
xavier/sylus: sylus scares children off as he stands at your side and xavier smiles from your other side and tells them he's not nearly as scary as he looks. sylus stirs up xavier's jealous tendencies on purpose just to fuck with him, and because he knows you like it. he'll sit you on his cock and ask who fills you better or challenge xavier to try and take what belongs to him. respect each other but bicker like they hate each other.
zayne/caleb: serious plotting and scheming. have the potential to take over planet earth. EVER is rubble in 4 business days. no matter how much you want to see them fight, they keep it out of your sight, even when you tease and incite jealousy as best you can. sometimes when you've been more trouble than usual, they punish you together for being a bad girl.
sylus/caleb: the most pampered spoiled princess known to mankind. wants for nothing. sleeps in between them every night and when one of them is gone the other cockwarms you to soothe you. potential for absolute evil to manifest between them as they feed into each other's all-consuming obsession and desire for you. have the potential to work together to destroy all life in the universe if it would make you just a little bit happier.
i believe autistic people who are incredibly honest and cannot lie are actually fae. like you thought that was your justice drive demanding all truths be revealed? no, youâre actually of the pastures and milkwoods and bogs and halls under hills. it is in your blood to be against lying. donât let boring humans make you defy your nature. it will cost you.
