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justagirlwhosbored

Until the back of my throat is bruised.

brinababydoll

“I have tattoos older than you”

Ok well my clothes just fell off

pwincesstearz

nothing is better than finding an older man who treats u like his sweet little girl and lets u call him daddy ..<3

jackabbotsgf

need him to chase me and rough me up...omg

witchesgraves

Shawn Hatosy release me from wtv it is you have over me

bunnylpvr

linadiaries

࣪ ִֶָ☾This, and an older, slightly buff guy who loves me deeply࣪ ִֶָ☾.

whats a girl gotta do to find some older men on here

#older man <3 #girlblogging #hell is a teenage girl #older man bf #older man crush

jackabbotsgf

stepdad!jack abbot x reader

fem!reader, use of daddy, not really full on smut, perv!jack, even pervier reader, kinda icky, (legal) age gap

at first, you thought jack was being nice, just catering to your little sweet tooth by handing you a strawberry lollipop.

but after the first few times of it, you noticed a pattern. the pattern being his gaze locked in on your mouth, watching the way your tongue lapped and circled the candy, and the way he not-so-subtly adjusted his pants after hearing the soft pops when you released it from your mouth.

so it was definitely for...ulterior motives.

knowing this, you decided to tease him a little, wanting to see how long it'd take him to finally get you down on your knees and take what he wanted from you.

you sat on the couch beside jack as he watched one of his random old-man movies. he looks to you, smiles, and rests his hand on your knee, rubbing circles innocently.

"hey sweetheart" he greets, turning back to the TV.

"hi jackie, do you have another lollipop? wan' the strawberry one again please," you say sweetly, before kissing his cheek.

"'course, honey."

jack reaches over to the table beside the arm of the couch, digging for the jumbo bag of the candies that he had bought.

after handing it to you, he tries to focus back on the movie, but the slick sounds of your sucking causes his eyes to dart over to you again.

you look at him, not breaking eye contact, wetting the lollipop with your spit and pushing it between your lips repeatedly.

"what is it, daddy?"

he loves when you call him that. and you know it.

he clears his throat, snapping out of his ogling, tearing his eyes away from the sight.

"nothing, sweetie-- just... fuck--" he looks down and sees the obvious tent in his pants, "needa go use the bathroom."

jack gets up and rushes to leave the room, and you can hear him cussing to himself before he closes the bathroom door.

you only smile to yourself, realizing that breaking him will be more easy than you thought.

bleghbarbie

foreplay but ’s jus u saying an age ’nd jack telling u how old he was nd what he was doing at that time <33

st4rfckerz

olderbf!abbot teaching you medical terms (pt. 2)

cw: nothing crazy, just a little suggestive

You sit on the edge of the bed, Jack beside you, his voice low and careful. He traces the gentle planes of your face with his fingertips, speaking quietly about the little joints and hidden bones beneath your skin. His touch lingers, deliberate, as if memorizing every curve.

“This is your supraorbital ridge,” Jack leans closer, his fingers brushing lightly over your brow.

Then his hand drifts lower, cupping your chin. “And this,” he murmurs, tilting your head slightly as he traces the edge of your jaw, “over here is your mandible, and your zygoma,” His thumb lingers a moment, warm against your skin.

“Open your mouth for me,” he whispers. You obey, and his finger rests gently on the side of your face. “Good, this is your temporomandibular joint, feel that hinge?”

You can’t help but giggle, a soft, nervous sound that makes Jack’s lips twitch. With slow, deliberate precision, he slides two fingers gently into your mouth, pressing lightly on your tongue to examine its movement.

His eyes stay locked on yours, watching every little reaction and small movement, like he’s memorizing you completely.

Jack’s fingers slide a little further along your tongue, gentle but deliberate, following the line he’s been tracing. You feel the warmth of his touch deepen as he moves closer to the back of your mouth. After a moment, a light gag escapes you, soft and involuntary.

“Easy,” he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper, keeping his touch careful as he holds your chin steady. “Here is the median sulcus of the tongue, and back there is the uvula.”

Jack gently withdraws his fingers, letting you close your mouth. You swallow, your cheeks still warm from the closeness.

“Good job baby,” he whispers, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “But I’m not done yet.” He pats the bed beside him, guiding you to lay back, his voice soft but insistent. “Lie down, I need to see the rest.”