jack abbot scoldingly saying “ah! no ma’am” unlocked something for me… oh my god…. i saw you wrote a lil petplay so if you’d be open to any puppy!reader and jack i’d love to hear any thoughts you have!! your writing is great!
jack expects good manners from his little lady!!
but rly i cannot stop thinking about jack and his gf, who has a penchant for biting and generally being a brat.
he’s brushing hair out of her face? she’s trying to nip his fingers. he’s cuddling her in bed? she’s sinking her teeth into his bicep. he’s cooking dinner? she’s coming up behind him and chomping at his neck, startling him. (and if he smacks her ass with the wooden spoon, that’s between him and god.)
he knows she does it to get a reaction from him. and - it works. more often than not, he’s swatting at her hands, or holding her jaw shut, or pulling on her hair in an effort to correct her, usually adding a low “ah ah ah - what do you think you’re doing?” or “no ma’am - hands to yourself,” or “if that’s how you’re going to use your mouth, i’m not going to let you use it at all.” - and then he shoves a bone shaped gag in her mouth so she can look and sound stupid for the rest of the night :(((
thinking about mean!dom Jack. like i’m talking you’re running your mouth all day and he’s so fucking frustrated. he is counting down those mf minutes until everyone’s leaving his house.
as soon as that door closed? oh calm, cool and collected Dr Abbot is nowhere in sight.
he looked at you with a stern stare. "wanna tell me why you've been acting up all day?"
you just chuckled at him. which just irritated him more. "cmon. speak up little lady. you sure had a lot to say earlier."
"okay Jack, you wanna know so bad? fine i'll tell you. you've been so busy, you've barely even looked at me. i could get way more attention from fucking Robby before you even had a second thought! let alone touch me." before you had time to take the breath after you exploded, Jack reached out, grabbed your jaw and pulled you close to him. "what the fuck did you just say? hmm? say it again. i fucking dare you." he spat.
"you heard me." you mumbled out.
he lets go of your jaw and right as you went to speak up again, his hand hit your cheek. not hard, just enough to get your attention.
"awe, you wanted attention baby, that all? just needed to be roughed up and used yeah?" you nodded up at the man.
"all you had to do was ask. no need to be such a brat. now get on your knees and let me remind you who you belong too."
a/n. teeny tiny little blurb. more like a singular thought than an actual fic, as i’m still trying to get a hang of writing. i toyed with this idea while back and a few people were interested, so i figured i’d give it a go! i’m shocked there’s not more knife content for jack as i think he’s perfect for it. anyways, hope you enjoy!
cw. knife play
“i told you to stay. still.”
you tried to adhere to jacks warning from earlier, you really, really, did.
but as the tip of his knife dragged from your sternum down to your navel, another shudder ripped through your body.
“‘m sorry” you mumbled. your hands fisted the white sheets beneath you as you tried desperately to follow his instructions.
keeping his focus on where the blade met your skin, he brought his unoccupied hand to your hip, applying enough pressure to pin you down on the bed as the weapon continued it’s downward trajectory.
you let out a frustrated whine when his movements stilled momentarily, just above the waistband of your underwear. he then ran the tip of the knife parallel to the fabric, tracing a line across your lower belly before dipping it underneath the elastic.
he angled the blade upwards, letting it catch on the fabric before slowly pulling it away from your skin. the slight tension from the stretch of the elastic caused you to glance down to where the cold steel disappeared under the fabric. he pulled the knife back a little more, silently asking for permission.
your eyes were wide and glassy as you looked down at him, silently begging for exactly what he was dying to give.
“please?”
thought i’d add some knife play p!links to accompany my teeny little blurb. so as always….
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These thoughts are not fully formed yet but consider Robby fucking you while Jack watches and you’ve got tears streaming down your cheeks and Robby’s in your ear saying things that make your legs shake—
“Look at him, baby.”
“You think your daddy likes watching me ruin his baby? His sweet girl? Hm?”
“Yeah, your daddy’s all sweet on you but he loves seeing you cry just as much as I do.”
Hi I love your stuff. I have an idea. I would love to see Abbott punishing the reader for disobeying him I know that it's vague but it would be so fun to read or maybe something with Robbie hitting on the reader and Abbott getting jealous and punishing the reader over that. Thank you for listening
WOOF i heart toxic!controlling!jack you sooo get me
“I told you to keep a handle on things.” Jack is multitasking-- cleaning up red solo cups from around your home and scolding you like a disobedient child.
The party wasn’t supposed to get so out of control. You just wanted to have a few friends over for drinks. It started off good, but then it turned from your friends to your friends’ friends, and then their friends’ friends, and then just kept going until you only knew a handful of people who were gathered in your living room. Most were in scrubs, a nice rainbow of Figs swimming in your house.
“M’ head hurts,” you groan, grabbing one of the cups of liquor off the kitchen counter and pouring it into the drain. “Can you yell at me tomorrow instead?”
A loud, mean laugh comes from him. In a second, he’s spinning on you, trashbag clanging against his knee.
“Yell at you?” He seethes, coming opposite the counter to stare you down. “Quit whining. You’re such a fucking brat, can’t even get mad at you without you crying about it.”
Pouting your lips, proving his point, you continue to dump the full cups he finds into the sink.
“You promised me that you would keep things under control,” he gripes. “And I come home to half my department blackout drunk in my living room.”
“Our living room!” You shout back, because he always does this. Everything is shared until you make a mistake and then suddenly it's his.
The yelling does nothing to quell your pounding headache.
“Right, sorry. You let them beer spill on our couch, and you let them use our coasters as ash trays and you--”
An immature grunt comes from you as you stomp around the counter and yank the trash bag out of his hands.
“Just go away!” You shout, beginning to toss cups into the bag like a madwoman. “I’ll clean everything if you’ll just get off my fucking. Go shower, go fuck yourself, I don’t care just go!”
Beer is splashing up onto your shirt as you throw half-dranken cups into the bag.
“All I hear is you lecturing me about every little thing I do,” you continue ranting as you move around the room collecting trash.
Jack comes up quickly, grabbing your face with one hand and smushing your cheeks together.
“I’m upset because you told me you’d keep an eye on things.” His eyes are angry, wildly scanning your face as he drives his point home. “And you didn’t. You lied to me.”
“I didn’t lie!” Your voice is distorted by him squishing your face. You jerk your head away from his grip, sending a shooting pain up your temples. “I didn’t lie! I kept an eye on what I could, Jack. You forget that I’m only human. I can’t keep an eye on everything.”
When you turn your back, you know immediately it’s the wrong decision.
The trash bag rips when he tears it from your grasp, sending it flying into the wall. He walks toward you, backing you up until you’re pressed between the kitchen table and his strong frame. He’s still in his scrubs, shoes on.
“Get away,” you grumble, pouting up at him.
“Say you’re sorry.” His jaw ticks.
“Cut the shit, Jack. You’re not my dad.”
His brows knit tightly together, head tilting at an angle that is predatory.
“Fuck did you just say to me?”
You try to keep from cowering under his stare.
“I said you’re not my dad. Stop trying to tell me what to do.” There’s a little waver in your voice. The glint in his eyes tells you that he clocked it. His head drops to your ear, hands bracing himself on your hips.
“I wouldn’t have to if you’d just be a good girl for once and fucking listen to me,” he says quietly, breath hot against your ear.
You don’t move. Don’t dare to.
“Hate coming home to discipline you. Wish you’d just be good for me.” His voice is rough, tired. When you don’t respond, he tugs at the roots of your hair and turns you to face him. “Did you hear me?”
Swallowing hard, you nod, clamping your legs together.
“What do you say?” He prompts, fingers tightening around your hair when you drop his gaze.
“I’ll be good for you,” you whimper, screwing your eyes shut at the growing heat at your core.
“Missing something.” He’s teasing now. He knows you’re reacting to his dominance.
“I’ll be good for you, sir.”
He nods, releasing his hold on you and standing straight. It’s cold without his hands on you.
“Promise?” You swear there’s a little smirk on his lips.
Fucking pervert.
“I promise,” you respond quietly.
He caresses your face, tilting his head forward to press a gentle kiss between your eyebrows.
“Good girl. Now clean this all up, and then come meet me in the shower.”
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the rare time that hucklerobby has the same day off (love you, besties):
"oh no, puppy." robby gasped with condescending worry, pumping the vibrating dildo in and out of dennis’ puffy hole—the sound of his choked moans music to the older man’s ears.
“oh, puppy, i think it’s broken—i don’t think it’s gonna stop, baby.” robby cooed, listening as dennis dissolved into more whimpers and sniffles.
he loved whenever he got to play the familiar game with his special boy.
“oh, puppy, it is broken. is it becoming too much your puppy parts?” robby questioned, using his free hand to cup the younger’s cunt—a satisfied hum filling the air when dennis didn’t waste anytime, grinding his t-dick against the edge of his daddy’s palm.
"maybe we should take it out?" robby suggested, beginning to pull the toy out, but he stopped when a pitched whine left the younger's lips, his eyes rolling back at the delicious pressure.
finally, dennis managed to shake his head, “l-leave it? daddy, please? please, l-leave it.” he begged, lifting his trembling limbs to tug at robby’s hair and beard.
understanding what his baby needed, robby pushed the toy back into dennis’ hole, crawling onto the bed until he was lying behind his boy, “hi, puppy.” robby cooed, pulling dennis against his chest.
“da-daddy,” dennis weakly cried, holding onto robby’s forearm when he felt the dildo slip from his hole to land directly against his tip, “ah! ah!” he wailed, forcing his legs to spread farther.
robby didn’t scold him for the noise—it was beautiful music to him. instead, robby kept the dildo balanced against dennis, using his hands to guide the younger’s hips up and down.
all help his puppy feel the intense vibrations and pulses.
“da-daddy! fuck, fuck, f-fuck—n-need to… fucking n-need to cum.” dennis cried, white spots dancing in his vision—all while robby chuckled.
robby let go of dennis’ hips, lowering his hands until they settled between either side of dennis’ puffy folds.
“let’s have a look then.” robby hummed, quickly grabbing his glasses from the bedside table to conduct his own inspection.
dennis bit his bottom lip, leaning his head against his daddy’s shoulder when robby spread his folds, “oh my, puppy—you’re so wet. look at that little hole, clenching around nothing—daddy’s cock should be there, huh? does my baby want daddy’s cock?” robby cooed, lifting his attention to dennis’ hazy features.
Hucklerabbot ; Puppy!Dennis x Mutt!Jack x Handler!Robby
[cw; belts, corporal punishment, crying, getting in trouble]
Dennis knew that he and Jack saw two different versions of the same dom.
He was a puppy. A puppy who yipped and tussled and growled and nipped and liked to mess with Jack whenever he could. Something cute and young to coo over and cuddle. Robby was Daddy, his daddy who gave him scritches and treats.
Jack was a mutt. The kind that laid in his favorite chair and napped and growled at Dennis when he nipped him too hard. The kind that heaved big sighs and let Dennis scuffle with him on energetic days. Robby was Sir, and Sir was fair but firm with him because he's an old military dog, he likes the structure and orders.
Dennis knew Robby had a different dynamic with Jack, and that was fine! He liked his daddy, he much preferred cuddles and baby talk and kisses to Sir's trained commands and tricks he does with Jack. He never had a reason to need Sir.
It was a bit of a perfect storm when Dennis first got to be on the receiving end of Sir.
Jack was curled up in his chair- being boring- as Dennis squeaked his toys and whined and whuffed at Jack. Usually by now, Robby would have directed his energy towards himself with a toy, a soft "let's let Jack nap, sweetheart, okay?"
But Robby was making dinner. More importantly, he wasn't around to tell Dennis to behave.
The first warning was when he had been biting and tugging at the leather ear of Jack's hood. Growling and tugging Jack's head while he grumbled and huffed, still refusing to play, until Jack wrapped a big paw around Dennis's neck and wrestled him into a headlock that had Dennis yelping and whining and trying to gnaw on his arms.
"Denny, what did I tell you about messing with Jack while he's napping? Robby tutted. He had come in with a towel slung over his shoulder,giving Jack a look which convinced Jack to loosen his grip and let Dennis wriggle away. He walked over and saw the bite marks in Jack's leather ear, frowning and rubbing the leather between his fingers.
"Let Jack nap, Dennis, he's an old mutt. Besides, I don't like you roughhousing by the liquor cabinet, you know that." Robby cooed, making sure to pet and scritch at his dark blonde curls until Dennis nodded and pressed his head into Robby's hand. "Sweet boy. Dinner will be ready in a half hour, you can behave until then."
And sure, Dennis could….
or he could play "try to get Jack to wrestle with him."
Soon he was circling Jack's chair again like a shark, nipping and biting at his exposed legs and arms that draped over the edge of the cushions. At one point he popped over the arm of the chair where Jack's head was, ready to plant another set of teeth marks into his pup hood, but this time Jack swiveled his head and snapped his teeth in a low growl.
It startled him so much that he ends up bumping into the liquor cabinet and breaking something.
The two pups froze at the sound of shattering glass, and if that wasn't enough of an indicator of his crimes a slow trickle of amber liquid begun to drip onto the floor. Dennis felt his stomach drop.
When he looked to Jack with wide, panicked eyes he only chuckled and gave him a sly little grin
"Better to tell him now than later, puppy." Jack hummed, entirely too pleased with the turn of events. So Dennis slowly crawled into the kitchen, sat by Robby's feet and gave a little whine. Robby picked up a vegetable butt between his index and thumb, ready to make Dennis do a trick for some scraps before he stopped and looked at his distraught pup.
Dennis doesn't even want to tell him at this point, he wants to go back in the living room and clean it all up and make it look like nothing had happened. But he knew that would get him in more trouble- if Robby found one of his very expensive bottles of whiskey inexplicably gone
"I. um... Daddy-" Dennis started, fidgeting with his fingers.
"Shh shh, what is it pup? It's okay."
"Ibrokesomethingintheliquorcabinet."
It came out in a rush, Dennis still looking at his feet and not at his Daddy's face.
Robby blinked for a second, processing, before answering. His voice was deceptively mild.
"...And this was after I just told you to stop rough housing with Jack?"
Dennis nodded miserably, startling when Robby snapped his fingers by his head.
"Look at me. Did you break something because you were messing with Jack?"
"...yes daddy." Dennis whines, fingers fidgeting on the floor. Robby sighed and leaned back up, cutting the gas stove and grabbing a towel. "Well, lets go check the damage."
Following him back to the scene of the crime made Dennis's stomach squirm. He slunk back into the living room on Robby's heels, sitting by the armchair while Robby opened up the cabinet to see which bottle broke. Jack's got one eye open from his pretend nap, watching shit hit the fan.
Robby found the bottle- thankfully broken into clean, big pieces- and sighed.
"Puppy, do you know how much a bottle of Bushmill's Single Malt Whiskey costs?"
Dennis doesn't even want to guess, he knows it'll be more than he'd even think a bottle of whiskey could be. Dennis looks at him through his lashes and trying not to let the whine slip from between his teeth.
"Th-three- four, four hundred?" He stuttered, looking up at him, but Robby's face gave nothing away.
"A little higher than that, pup."
"Daddy-"
"Tsht. Try again."
Jack chuckled at Robby's reprimand and shifted in the chair so he could properly watch.
"The whiskey was only 2 years younger than you, pup. Come on."
"S...seven? Hundred?" Robby clicks his tongue and looks at Jack.
"Mutt?"
"Nine hundred and seventy, Sir." Jack answered swiftly,
"Come here." And he didn't want to, but he was positive Robby's would grab his collar and pull him if he doesn't, so he slowly crawled over next to Robby. Before he can sit up though, Robby's palm is in his hair and pushing, down until his cheek is pressed against the wood floor and the sweet smell of whiskey fills his nostrils
"Sweetheart, I told you that roughhousing by the liquor cabinet would make something break, didn't I?" Robby asked softly, making Dennis's eyes tear up.
"I'm sorry, Daddy, m'sorry-" Dennis whined.
"Oh, you're going to be."
The hand in his hair is gone, and Robby's standing up and unbuckling his belt. "25 spanks- one for each ounce that's gone down the drain."
Dennis tries to sit up so he can ready himself but Robby makes that "Tsht." noise that has Dennis freezing in place. "I didn't tell you to get up."
He counted them out for Dennis- each one pulling a yelp from him, whining and whimpering like a puppy as big ol' tears welled up and rolled down his cheeks. After the 13th robby knelt down and asked for a color
"G-green."
"Are you sure, puppy?"
"Yes Daddy." Because yeah it sucks, but this is how he makes up for it. There's no way he can afford an almost 1k bottle of whiskey but the punishment settles the feverish guilt and worry bubbling inside of him. His own form of atonement.
Robby finishes them out and it's like a switch is flipped- Robby's kneeling by Dennis and kissing what hair is dry still, telling him he did so good, took it so well, what a good boy. And Dennis is whining into the large hands petting his cheeks and hair, nodding vehemently when Robby asks him if he's going to listen to Daddy next time.
"Ok, honey. Let's go upstairs, come on." The two of them make their way upstairs, Robby on two feet and Dennis on his hands and knees, following Robby to the den and where splashing water could be heard. Robby gave Jack a kiss on the forehead and a soft "Good Mutt." Before grabbing one of his college shirts and a pair of boxers for Dennis to wear after.
Dennis doesn't love having his collar taken off, whimpering low in his throat until Robby reassured him that Jackie's gonna clean it off for him, make it all nice and clean so he can wear it after his bath.
He helped Dennis climb into the tub of water and followed him once he's stripped down. Dennis hisses at the warm water on his ass but it melts away the stinging hurt the longer he's in it
Robby settled Dennis against his chest and carefully pours water over his hair, shields his eyes with one hand even, massaging shampoo and conditioner into his hair and murmurs about how much he loves Dennis, and how he's sorry he had to be mean, pressing kisses to his wet forehead with each rinse
"It's all done now, Denny. It's over, everything is forgiven. You're a good boy sweetheart, such a good boy. Oh, I know, I know." Shushing him occasionally as the sobs sometimes make random little reappearances. "I'm sorry it came to that, puppy. I know it wasn't very fun for you, hmm? But we're done, I promise, and you were such a good boy. I love you, puppy. Everything's okay, I promise."
Dennis ends up being The Most ClingyTm the entire night in a sweet puppy pile with Jack and Robby after Robby cleans the glass and whiskey from the incident.
And… maybe Dennis turns up his nose to whiskey for a good while.
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