here's an idea, have you guys seen that cat that brings its owner camellia flowers?
imagine you're a neighbor and jack's been crushing on you, and his cat happens to also adore you, so the cat brings you the camellia flowers from the shrubs growing outside of jack's house. the cat does it almost every day and so you, thinking it was a sweet trick jack trained his cat to do, returns the favor by tying a small pouch of sweet treats for jack.
jack is so confused because this is the first time you've done something like this -- and why through his cat? so then he starts noticing his cat disappearing at the exact time of day and follows it, and sees what it's been up to this entire time.
and then he overhears you talking to his cat: "you know, jack's so sweet telling you to bring me a flower every day... i kinda wish he'd do it himself."
and so jack races to the flower shop to get you a bouquet, knocking on your door with a sheepish smile, finally asking you out to dinner.
his cat only gets the expensive treats from now on, as payment for being the best wingman ever.
You meet Jack before Robby does: he takes you home from a bar and fucks you clear into the next level of heaven, but you're not looking for anything serious right now so you kiss him goodbye and wish him the best
You're both so damn surprised to see each other almost a year later when Robby wants to introduce his partner and his kid.
You slide into the habit of fucking when Robby's on shift, and Jack thinks it's wrong because he's engaged to your father and you're terrified of blowing up your father's first good relationship in a decade and you really really do love your father.
But you can't just stop. Hell, Jack finds you in your long gown on the day of the wedding and eats you out on his knees in a back room during the reception
when Robby catches you-- he was always going to-- you're both expecting him to say something, or immediately ask for a divorce, or turn and run
But:
He leans against the door frame to watch. "Go on," he says, and you don't know what to do so you just... do it, awkward as it is at first. But Robby knows his husband, can give you pointers for how to touch him, and he you get back into the rhythm as he compliments Jack on his technique. You fall back into the rythym easy enough and you surprise yourself when you come.
Robby asks to finish Jack off, and you nod but when you try to go he tells you to stay. You sit add watch from the edge of the bed as he takes Jack into his mouth and moans as he tastes you
(Robby is immediately scheming to get you in a less round about way)
Oh fuck me. Hurt/comfort because I feel like it’s necessary. Also with Robby finally getting a taste of his girl, because it’s what we all deserve. Jack is one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure
“M’sorry, daddy.” You sniffle, climbing onto Robby’s lap and burying your face into his neck. You feel so bad, so guilty as a sob wracks your body. Robby holds you close, large hands running up and down your sides slowly. “I’m a horrible daughter! I’m just the worst!”
“That’s not true, baby.” He coos, swiping your tears away with his thumbs as a fresh wail leaves you. You love your dad more than anything, you would do anything for him. Sleeping with his very new husband multiple times is enough to shun you forever, yet for some reason Robby doesn’t seem to be angry at all. “You’re a sweet girl. Just so young, don’t know what’s good for you.”
“Michael-“ Jack cuts himself off, face twisting in discomfort, clearing his throat weakly as he fiddles with his wedding ring. “I don’t-“
“It’s fine.” Robby grumbles, for what feels like the millionth time. He doesn’t mind your constant apologies, but Jack’s are starting to agitate him. “I get it. I’ve got a real beautiful girl, don’t I?”
“Yes.” Jack breathes, watching as his husbands hands slide from your sides to cup your ass, licking his lips as you snuggle deeper into his touch. “A very beautiful girl.”
Robby doesn’t speak, just stares at Jack as his starts to squeeze and grope the fat of your ass lightly. Relishing in the whiny whimpers you let out as you roll your hips against him, always so eager. Jack can’t help himself as he grins crookedly, “Jealous that I got her first?”
“She’s my daughter.” Robby sneers, tugging you closer to him and letting out a low exhale when you give kitten licks to his neck. You squeal when Jack grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs. “Fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”
“I’m sorry, dad!” You sniffle again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nosing at his beard. “Please don’t be mad at daddy, it’s not his fault!”
It very much is, Jack has initiated every single time he had the chance to. All three of you know this, but you still feel the need to defend him. To appease them both. Robby inhales sharply, pressing a kiss to Jack’s palm before giving you one on your cheek as well. “I’m not mad, don’t think I could ever stay mad at the two of you.”
Jack leans in for a kiss, Robby reciprocates with a shuddering whine. Jack kisses you next, sloppy and wet just because he likes the way your lips redden. Then he’s grabbing you both by the back of the necks, forcing you to kiss your father as he practically purrs, “That’s it… that’s what I like to see…”
I feel like simply calling JK Rowling a transphobe isn't strong enough anymore. Like. This is not your grandpa calling you by your deadname at a restaurant kind of transphobic. This is her wanting to eradicate all trans people (with an extra special hatred towards trans women specifically). This is her trying just that by personally funding transphobic hate groups with millions to push around laws in the UK. It is not hyperbolic to call her a dangerous, genocidal maniac.
It's not about cancelling a problematic writer. It's about literally trying to save lives by denying her as much money and power as possible.
Ok idk if you’ll get me on this buttttttt reader goes to Frank and he takes a scan of her or smth (like an x ray) and her scans are like 1:1 perfect and he goes “you’re body is textbook perfect……” hello is this too weird…………..
AHSJSISJSOS no i 10000000% see your vision i am walking with you running even
just the thought of him becoming obsessed with your body on an anatomical level 😵💫😵💫😵💫 jerks off to your scans imagining how your insides shift to accommodate his dick inside you…… is there a way to get an x ray when he’s inside??? if not there should be
I'm picturing Frank (and maybe Jack/Robby tbh bc i think all of them would be fascinated from a horny standpoint) buying a home-ultrasound machine or sneaking one of the hospital ones into an empty room and fucking reader whilst scanning your belly so they can see their dick moving
thinking about how many a times you’ll be in bed with robby with your head on his chest just yapping his ear off and usually he’ll let you go on, sometimes he’ll even listen, but other times when you’re really just talking for the sake of talking his big hand just wordlessly descends over your mouth, and it’s so big that it spans the entire lower half of your face close to covering your nose too and he just shushes you quietly eyes still on his book n gives you a kiss on the head and nothing more until he decides you’re ready to be let loose again :(
jack must have some sort of sensor, because whenever you’re out with friends, you can always count on a “Hi baby. Making good decisions?” text from him <3
“is that cock you’re thinkin’ about baby? thinkin’ about jackie’s cock?” he coos, tilting his neck to demand eye contact.
you’re staring forward, teary-eyed and trembling, shivering under his gooey gaze. you don’t know why you’ve been so needy, don’t know what came over you to weepily walk over to jack at this bar and grip his wrist. maybe it’s because it’s the first time you’re seeing him all day, tummy swirling with warmth and insatiable desire for his attention at all times.
maybe that’s just what it is to be jack abbot’s girl— a push and pull that controls you, not the other way around.
you, ever overly-emotional you, start to cry at his tone. a big, fat tear coursing down your cheek as you pout and nod and he stands straight. “alright baby, let’s go, c’mon.” leading you away from his coworkers, jack nods, your back to his front as you walk. he holds you to him, arm around your tummy & sliding to your hip before you get to his truck.
buckling yourself in, it’s almost pathetic to see how low your head is hung as you wait for the warmth of him on the bench next to you. sliding in a with a pop of his knees & a groan, jack massages his knee for a second before turning to you. “want me to play with you a little before we get home? can your brain handle that now, honey?” “yea” you nod desperately, wide eyed and biting your lip to stop crying again. “yeah? okay baby, thereee we go. all good now, huh?” he slides his hand into your panties, finger tips resting just under your slit; nearly sucking them in as he palms at your clit & starts the engine. “gonna fuck you so good when we get home, baby. promise. okay? daddy promises.” he breathes against your hair, kissing you before pulling away <3
we all know jack has a daddy kink especially when he’s being called papa by his sweet little girl <3
papa!jack loves you so much, he just wants to make sure you're taken care of ♡ he feeds you his cock so well and always makes you feel so good with his mouth before he tucks you into bed for the night and sometimes you ask your papa to sleep with you because you don't want to sleep on your own and he can't possibly say no to his sweet little girl so he tucks you in close to him and rests his huge cock inside of you until you're squirming and begging to cum then rubs your soft belly lovingly and tells you that you're going to sleep so good once he fucks a baby into you and you always do because of all the orgasms he gives you since he's such a good caretaker and makes you feel so warm filled with his cum and cozy in his strong arms that will never let you go!
making dadbf!jack ♡ repeat his age to you whilst riding him.
𓊆 cw: SMUT, fauxcest, dad / daddy kink, dadbf!jack wearing his readers, age gap, reader is an adult with a fully developed frontal lobe ! !, dubcon, undertones of reader wanting to baby trap jack, unprotected sex, coercion, creampie 𓊇 ‧₊˚ ┊ 755 words
“say it again, daddy–” squish. squash. every bounce you made on jack’s thick girth was discernible in the quiet stillness of his home office. “p-please say i-it to me–” squelch. “–again.”
you merely snuck in as you were feeling lonely and would like to be in close proximity with him. and by that, it meant nestling into him as you stick his cock inside you. you said in faux confidence that you would stay still as he proceeded to work on his computer.
‘you really think you could last more than a minute like this?’ jack squinted at you through his readers, there was a teasing lilt to his question — as if he could already envision how this was going to end. spoiler: he would be correct.
but you were determined (and stubborn) to prove to him you could. ‘promise – i’ll be good, dad.’
“tell me how old you are.” you mewled, you gripped onto his strong shoulders, ruining the crisp shirt jack got on.
his head was tilted up, groaning to the ceiling. his readers had gone out of alignment, it now sat on the pointiest tip of his nose. his hair unruly from your fingers roughly running across his scalp, and his face flushed and sweaty — he looked absolutely laughable like this. what would his peers or juniors think if they caught their very serious and very professional attending — helpless before a pretty young thing?
there was a large, creamy stain starting to form on jack’s dress pants, and it’s only getting bigger the longer you keep this up.
“oh god. fuck– ff-fifty. i’m fifty.” he almost whined at the end of his response.
“again.” you pressed. the roll of your hips getting faster and more desperate.
“i’m fifty. i’m fifty.” he held you firmly at the soft curve where your hips met your thighs, encouraging your movements. his breathing had become more ragged, his moans and groans getting much louder as he’s nearing his peak.
you begged once more. “say it again, please. dad, please! i’m gonna cum if you tell me again. please. please! i’m gonna cum–”
since you asked so nicely, looking so pretty as you did, jack leaned in close to the shell of your ear. the lightest touch of his lips and the gruffness of his voice made you shiver.
“i’m fifty years old, babydoll. shouldn’t have any business playing around with your dad like this, hm? but you’re a nasty girl. when nasty girls feel achey here–” he pressed the pad of his thumb over your throbbing clit. “–they fuck themselves on their dads’ cock.”
“aahh!” you shrieked at the top of your lungs, the walls of your cunt intensely pulsated around his fat length.
“shit! i’m gonna cum. i’m not wearing a condom – baby, baby i gotta pull out!” he tried to maneuver himself so he could take himself out before he shot his load in you.
but you kept yourself buried deep, using your position to your advantage.
“babydoll–” jack warned you. “get up, young lady.”
“no!”
he wriggled and squirmed beneath you. he should be able to overpower you but if he got up all of a sudden, he’s afraid he might push you down the floor or hurt you in any way. he just desired for you to gently pull out.
“you asking to get spanked?!”
he didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he’s very strict about using practising safe sex. it was already risky enough to let you warm his cock in the first place. he also didn’t want you to feel regret — if something or someone did come to fruition. he didn’t want to put any pressure on you if you were unprepared to step into that chapter of your lives.
“don’t care, daddy. jus’ wanna feel you cum inside me. i need it.” if that was not convincing enough for him, you took hold of his face in your hands to look him in the eyes.
despite the sensitivity of your core, you started to slowly grind on his lap again, mercilessly not giving your lover any other choice.
that made the dam burst, loads and loads of his spend was released in your sex. his cries were sharp, the loudest you’d ever heard from him. you noticed there were actual tears in his eyes, you carefully wiped them away with the tips of your fingers.
“daddy? i reallyyy want a sister, but i don’t care that much at all, to be honest. a healthy sibling would be perfect.” ♡
🐑 : something short, sweet, and icky that's been collecting dust in my drafts for 2 weeks now. i couldn't get it out of my head so might as well drop this lil treat :3 CORRUPT THAT OLD MAN MONDAY !
jack abbot mixing up his personal and work ipad and turning on the obnoxious ass 13 inch screen in the crowded break room to a literal sex tape of the two of you already playing bc he left the tab open <3
and the volume and brightness are all the way up cause he’s an old fart and can’t see or hear :(
the concept of jack having a special Sex Ipad AAAGHHHH
the difference being that you've stuck stickers onto the back of the Sexy ipad, but he's in such a hurry to get to work one night he doesn't notice he picked up the wrong one :(
he has NO plausible deniability, everyone can either straight up see you bouncing on his lap, or they can hear that distinctive gruff voice moaning, and the smack of your hips against his, and him telling you to "ride daddy just like he taught you, come on, bunny."
the break room goes silent for a few seconds as jack fumbles to turn off the screen, but it's still playing the sound and he doesn't know how to stop it!!! and his fingers are too thick and sweaty to work the volume buttons :(
the tips of his ears are reddening as he glares at the residents and nurses. "... it's just porn," he mutters, but it's no use, drowned out by the sound of you whining "jack! jack, please..."
being drunk and silly with your boyfriend jack abbot !!
had some tipsy jack talk with @mochapuppy and got to work!
! mdni ! smut below !
date night had been successful as always. the only hitch in your romantic plans was you getting accidentally wasted.
jack had insisted that the two of you could go to bed when you got home. that he wasn't expecting anything from you and didn't need anything besides you cuddling up in bed beside him.
but drunk you was persistent. you put on a tiny dress after all, did your makeup and wore a matching lacey set you knew he'd love. and by the time you pushed him onto the couch and dropped to your knees in front of him, he was already hard from your sloppy kisses and whispered dirty words in his ear. you couldn't just leave him hanging!
as you took his thick cock out of his boxers, you tried very hard to stay serious, even though everything got slightly fuzzy and realllyyy funny. so you decided not to look into your boyfriends eyes as you tried to suck his dick while shit faced.
you lean down to place a kiss to the head of him, then another. then another and another while giggling as you think about how cute his pink tip is. you hear him sigh impatiently and you blink up at him through bleary eyes. "s-sorry *hic* soryy jackie- 's jus sooo pretty."
he runs a hand through his silver curls before reaching down to try and haul you off your knees. his arms grip under your armpits like how a parent picks up a toddler. " 's alright baby you don't have to. lets just go to sleep alright?"
but you squirm out of his hold and firmly plant yourself on your knees. pouting all serious now. "no! i can do it *hic* promise!" after a second of scanning your face for doubt, jack nods and settles back into the couch when all he finds is determination.
you wrap your manicured hand around his pretty cock, a lopsided grin forms on your face when you hears jack's breath catch. you prop your elbow on one of his spread knees and rest your cheek against your fist as you stroke him way too slowly due to time meaning nothing to you in your buzzed state of mind.
you don't even realize you're eye lids drooping until jack thrusts up into your hand with a rough, "cmon baby." you jolt upright instantly, swallowing down a drunken yawn before forcing yourself to focus on the task at hand. sweetly saying "sorry jackie."
you bend forward to lick him, a long stripe from base to tip that has you smacking your lips with a "mmmm tastes good." jack huffs a laugh thats snuffed out by a groan when you take him in your mouth.
one languid suck of his length has you feeling dizzy. but not the usual kind of dizziness that blooms from pleasure, the intoxicated kind. when you bob back up the world spins, you mumble jacks name weakly before your hands shoot out to grab at his thick thighs.
he straightens instantly, cursing as he grips your biceps, hard cock still standing at attention inches from your face. "no more." he grunts with a grimace on his wrinkled face, looking like he's about to try and move you from your spot again.
but he's so hard! and you told him you wanted to do this. and you still do. you love making him feel good and getting drunk was not going to stop you from doing so. you start to whine and shimmy out of his hold. " 'm jus too dizzy. *hic* help me please?" your lower lip wobbles and tears brim at your waterline. jack gives you a doting smile and strokes your hair, not being able to say no to you. "course i can sweetheart."
thinking he's gonna fuck your face, you form an 'o' and go to take him back in your mouth. you squeak in surprise when jack grips your hair and gently tugs you back to look up at him. he chides "nuh uh baby. dont wan't you gettin' nauseous." before you can even argue he lays his thumb on your tongue and drags it outwards. "lemme do all the work. stick that tongue out. good girl- just like that."
you giggle at the praise, shifting on your knees so he has a better view of you all glossy eyed and pliant for him. jack takes himself in his vein covered hand and starts to leisurely stroke. watching him touch himself has your cheeks heating and thighs squirming. "jackiee" you whine, for nothing in particular.
but he just shakes his head as his movements speed up, grunting as he twists his wrist at the tip. "don't worry baby. just sit there and look pretty- fuck- y'so pretty sweetheart." after however long -you're so wasted you couldn't say- his jaw clenches and his thighs tense and you can tell he's getting close.
you see his aged face pinch as he squeezes the thick base with his hand while staring at you wide eyed for him. your hands start to feel real useless. so you reach out to grip his balls to help! he groans loudly as you start to massage them in your soft palm.
"fuck- just like that- doin so good-" his praises have you sober the tiniest bit, enough to lean forward and dribble some spit onto his glistening tip. jack throws his head back in a broken moan before gluing his blown out eyes back to yours. "gonna cum- tongue out f'me. now."
you obey him, instantly rewarded by the sound of jack cumming, groaning your name along with a string of lewd praises. "oooh fuck- fuck baby- so good. you're so good-" he tilts his hips forward as his hand jerks himself rapidly, his salty release spraying you from your extended tongue, to your smudged mascara covered cheeks, to the tip of your nose. he only collapses when you're entirely painted in his cum, slowly blinking down at you. his chuckle at your huge grin and sticky face is weak and satisfied.
you stick your tongue out to start to lick up his release but he stops you by successfully picking you up and dropping you on the couch. "leave it." he demands as he makes his way down your body to spread your legs with his large palms.
he tugs your panties to the side and sucks a hickey to your inner thigh after you nod at him as a yes, then rasps onto your skin, "want us to match by the time im done, baby."
Jack Abbot who gets a text from pregnant!reader telling him that her water broke and her sister is driving her to the hospital. He does a sexy, cowboy like howl of excitement that startles a half asleep Santos, and exclaims to EVERYONE in the emergency room, “My baby’s having my baby!!!” And fucking yeehaws up to Labor and Delivery with the overnight bag he’s had ready in his work locker for over a month - the same place he keeps every ultrasound you’ve had throughout your pregnancy, taped on the inside door to look at when he needs hope during a rough shift 🥹
Currently hyper fixated on Jack and pregnant!reader 🥹 Because like let’s say you’re waddling around your kitchen in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep with the uncomfortable size of your tummy at this point. We’re talking third trimester, any day now timeline. In walks Jack post shift, exhausted and grateful to be home. He sets his bag down and slides his shoes off at the door. He knows you’ve been struggling with sleeping through the night, but still moves through the house quietly in case you are.
He can hear you puttering around in the kitchen, cabinets opening and closing as you change your mind twenty different times about what you’re craving. He leans against the wall, a crinkly eyed smile on his face watching you. Amused by you. Amazed by you. His sleepy girl who’s creating a tiny life inside of her. You’re in one of his old band T-shirts, a pair of his boxers, and fluffy socks. Your hair’s up and disheveled with puffy, sleepy eyes to tie together the ‘hot mess express’ look you’re sporting. And Jack loves it.
Nothing screams ‘sexy’ to Jack like the woman he loves carrying his child. You could be wearing a fucking garbage bag and Jack Abbot still wants up in those guts, baby. You let out a little yawn while steeping your tea under the light above the stove, gasping in surprise as he comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms under your belly. He lifts it, earning an actual moan of relief from you. You could cry, it feels that fucking good. The last few weeks have been hell for your lower back, and you’ve been fussing about it (reasonably so) to Jack more often. Your heart just melts at the thought of him picking up a tip or two from the OBGYN nurses at the hospital.
“You get any sleep, mommy?” he mumbles into your shoulder.
“A little. I think we’re having a rockstar, babe. She loves partying into the early hours of the morning, this one. She’s been kicking me since three a.m.” Jack can’t help but chuckle at the havoc your unborn daughter is already wreaking on you.
“Does this help?” he asks. You nod your head appreciatively.
“Jack, it feels so good. Thank you,” you sigh blissfully. You relax into his arms, letting your head lull back lazily against his warm chest. “How’d you know this would help?”
“Dana actually gave me this one. I jus’ felt awful watchin’ you be so uncomfortable. Broke my heart, baby.” He kisses the side of your head tenderly.
“You know what’s breaking my heart right now?” Jack’s head perks up, caught off guard and slightly confused by your question.
“What’s that?” he asks, tentative.
“That we’re all out of chocolate chips, and now I can’t make chocolate chip pancakes,” you whine. Jack can’t help but laugh. You laugh too, you know it sounds ridiculous. But it also sounds so good.
“I see a Door Dash order from Denny’s in my future,” Jack says. You let him gently drop your belly before turning to face him.
“Hmm…I was thinking Waffle House,” you smile. The lack of sleep and backaches are totally worth mornings like this. And - despite the crying - even more so after the birth of your daughter.
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