Daddy gets harder when i cry and whine. He likes it when im scared and i hurt. He shushes me and kisses my tears while raping me. "shh, stop crying, princess. You're gonna make me cum."
this is so perv!abbot taking advantage of the new student intern. one day hours before your shift, he finally traps you in a dark corner, taking you however way he wants. he loves the vice grip your young cunt has on his aged cock. when he hears your small whimpers & sniffles, he feels himself grow an inch thicker inside you. "awe, don't cry, bunny. daddy's gonna make you feel so good, just as long as you don't go to HR, okay?
missing how thick shawn’s tummy used to be, makes me think of how you’re always rubbing yourself over titus’s/jack’s belly. can’t get enough of it when you ride him too. the pudge grazing against your sopping clit, right in the middle of where you two are connected — both your pubes damp with slick. when you’re about to come you brace yourself by grabbing onto his pecs and belly, riding yourself to release on his firm round, gut. he can’t help but fuck up into you harder when you do that, filling up your cunt with his load as easy as always.
“fuck, you came fast bunny. you alright?”
you’re breathing so hard, slumping yourself over his hard abdomen, the feeling of his hot body on your making you feel turned on all over again. you could barely process the next few words that came out of your mouth.
cw: hypersexual reader! age gap! continuation from my last fic, hinted at erectile dysfunction jack
after stepdad abbot fucked you to an oblivion, you couldn’t get enough of him.. you wanted his cock in your pussy 24/7. you wanted to feel his touch constantly, feeling empty inside if he’s not playing with your body in some way. sometimes jack couldn’t even keep up with you, his dick not wanting to cooperate some days, staying completely flaccid while you’re trying to stimulate him—but you never cared, you just want to feel him in any warm hole of your body. it’s his fault though — he took your virginity, making you feel something you’ve never felt before, and now you can’t get enough. you’re not even that bratty towards him anymore, a little overbearing, but he can’t complain.
but what you’ve done today was a little gross, even for you. jack comes back from one of his workouts, ready to strip himself of his sweaty clothes and prosthetic— but as soon he unlocks the door and steps through the threshold, there’s you. jumping onto his frame- (he sees you’re wearing an oversized shirt, but he knows you have nothing on underneath.) you squeal slightly, jack grunts at the sudden impact to his chest. jack is scrambling to grab your wrists because he knows what you’re about to try to do- then he speaks.
“jesus, kid, i’m all sweaty. can’t you wait a bit?”
as he’s talking, you’re not really listening. you’re aching to feel his lips on yours and and his cock stuffing you full. you feel his damp skin and heated chest, but you don’t care, if anything is makes you wonder how his sweaty cock tastes.. would it be slightly saltier? would it be hotter in your mouth? you’re just so curious.. you feel yourself clenching around nothing.
“mm, why? c-can i just—” you quickly rip your hand out his grasp to slide down to gently touch on his cock through his workout shorts. you grip him and you can feel he’s already slightly hard— that makes you leak. you feel his chest reverberate as he moaned at your touch .. god, what has he done— he’s turned you into a horny little demon.
“fuck, fine— you can only suck me off, but let me sit down at least..” you perk up, instantly standing on your tippy toes to smack your lips onto his, trying to catch his tongue with yours, sloppy with inexperience but desperate with need. jack obviously reciprocates but slowly is moving you across the living room and both down onto the couch to slightly relax before speaking again —
“well, go ahead and get your fill. i’m ready to go shower. then we can fuck all day long, kiddo.”
was thinking about reader and dadbf!jack. when reader cant sleep she puts him in her mouth and just basically cockwarms him. he doesnt find out until one night, he was barely aslep and he feels her moving. what do you think?
dad!bf jack x fem!reader
warnings: 18+, cockwarming with mouth, spit, fauxcest (dad and daddy), somno
a/n: OH MY GOD BABY YESYEYSYEYS and look I lowkey gotta add a bit of erectile dysfunction here but he still gets hard dw. I typed this straight onto here im scared for the word count icl…
Your oral fixation is bad enough as it is, always needing to have something in your mouth. Some lolly, the neckline of your shirt, Jack’s fingers. Sometimes it gets so bad you’re not able to sleep without something in your mouth. Your fingers, hell, even Jack’s fingers aren’t enough. They don’t taste like anything particular either.
So one night, you decided to try something. Gently pulled the covers off both of you, and crawled down the bed until your face was inches above your daddy’s bulge.
Even soft, he was just so big - you know he’d fill your mouth the way you needed. And so you slipped his boxers off and sucked on his tip, licking, kissing. Before trailing your tongue down his length, down the vein that runs on the underside. You expected him to start hardening, but he didn’t, the poor old man. But that wasn’t going to stop you.
You continued sucking on him, taking the entirety of his cock in you mouth, drool escaping the sides of your mouth. Your brain finally quietened down, letting out little whimpers as you hollowed your cheeks and closed your eyes. You could hear Jacks own little grunts as you cockwarm him with your mouth, taste the slight saltiness of his precum. Your Dad filling your mouth up, just like you wanted. You hummed around him and closed your eyes, sucking gently until you fell drowsy enough, pulling his cock out and tucking it back in his boxers.
It became a daily ritual almost, for the next few weeks. Some days he’d harden in your mouth and you’d drag an orgasm out of him, others he’d stay soft while you sucked him, satisfied with his precum. And he’d always be sleeping through it, exhausted after fucking up his sleep schedule, working the day shift, covering for Robby as he went on his sabbatical.
But tonight you make the mistake of being too brash, too rough. You don’t even wait an hour for him to fall asleep like you usually do, more pent up than usual because he’d worked a double and you’d barely seen him. You think he’s asleep, his breaths are slow enough, as you pull his boxers down. Just as you lick a strip up him, and suckle on his weeping tip, you’re interrupted.
“What’re you doin’?” Jack grumbles, voice tired and husky.
You freeze, looking up.
His eyes are still closed.
“Nothing,” you mumble as you slip him out, and start tucking him back in, praying that he’s sleepy enough to not realise how filthy you’ve been.
“Did I tell you to fuckin’ do that?”
You still. He slowly blinks his eyes open, shifts a little until he’s propped up against the headboard.
“Did Dad tell you to stop sucking his cock?”
You shake your head.
“Then why’d you stop, baby? Keep going,” he grits out. You know him well enough to sense the anger bubbling underneath, not just at you stopping, but at the fact that you’d been sucking him while he was unaware in the first place.
You immediately break into apologies.
“M’sorry Dad, I just haven’t been able to- I couldn’t sleep and so I started putting you in my mouth a few weeks ago and-“
“It’s been weeks?”
Fuck. You weren’t supposed to tell him that.
“No- no that was an accident-“ you begin to stammer.
“Don’t fuckin’ lie to your Dad. Been a bad girl already.”
You whine then, terrified for how he’ll punish you.
Nuzzle your face against his bulge, pouting and widening your eyes the way you know he loves.
“Please Daddy, m’so, so sorry. Promise I’ll ask you next time.”
“Not gettin’ swayed by those doe eyes today, sweetheart,” Jack clicks his tongue.
He grips your hair in one hand and pulls your head up, telling you to open your mouth.
He spits in your mouth, telling you to swallow, patting your cheek harshly, almost a slap.
“Bad fuckin’ girl. Got to clean up that mouth.”
You moan, apologising again as that familiar haze turns your brain into mush. Whimper against his palms, eyes tearing up.
“Shhh, s’okay baby,” he starts as he rubs under your eyes. “Now, you keep sucking my cock like a good fuckin’ girl and maybe Daddy’ll be less harsh with your punishment, yeah?”
You nod quickly, immediately pulling him out, mumbling a small thank you, Dad as you lick at his tip.
Even after you make him orgasm in under five mins, and swallow up his cum, you’re still unable to sit on your ass for the next two days after that night.
got possessed and wrote this beside a river… Edinburgh ghosts are Fr gonna haunt me anyways anon i love u
currently watching animal kingdom.. still on s1 but what i’ll say rn is that pope scares me 😭 … why are so many ffs he’s like overly sweet & or the readers just not afraid on him. like HONEY.. this is someone who has reputation for killing and just got out prison, and his own mom/granny/smurf (i forgot who she is to him) seems afraid of him. wtf!! like can we be realistic ..
shawn hatosy plays characters you’d like fictionally but you’d be terrified of them realistically 🥹 (speaking of titus too)
pad of his thumb - older bf!jack abbot x fem!reader
content warning: smut, pwnp, fingering, reader sucks jacks thumb, unprotected p in v, reader calling jack ‘daddy, dada, dad’, jack calling reader ‘kid, sweet girl, baby, angel, good girl’
a/n: this feels very filthy, i hope u guys like it :3 not proofread!
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the sloppy sound of jack abbot’s fingers pumping lazily into your soaked pussy was drowned out from the sight of you sucking on his thumb.
jack felt perverted from watching the way you suckled on his finger, your hips thrusting forward to chase after his palm every time he got slow.
“that feel good, sweet girl? my fingers filling you up?” he murmured deeply, pressing down the pad of his thumb on your tongue, watching the way your saliva coated your soft lips.
you hummed around his thumb, reaching a hand down to rub your throbbing clit. “yeah, dada. feel so full.” you whimpered, chasing the stimulation coming from yours and jacks fingers.
“god, kid. you look like a wet dream.” he moaned, pulling his thumb from your mouth with a wet pop, replacing it with his mouth.
you whined into his mouth, pulling on his shirt to pull his body onto yours. “need you inside me, jack. need you to- to fill me up.” you pleaded, pulling his fingers out from your clenching cunt.
“fuck. okay, baby. i’ll give you my cock.”
the room was filled with the sounds of shuffling and clothes being removed, jack making quick work of his jean zip and boxers.
“there you go, kid. just like that.” he soothed as he pressed his tip into your folds, watching in awe as his length slipped in with ease, squelching as your arousal dripped around his cock.
“d- daddy, fuck. you’re so big.” you moaned, thighs clenching as he bottomed out.
“ah ah ah, watch your language.” jack scolded, making you whimper in response. the contrast of the dirty scene happening below your waist and his reprimand at your foul language.
“‘m s- sorry, jackie.” you apologised, rutting your hips against him. “feels so good. need you to move.”
jack responded with an abrupt thrust of his hips, making you moan from how deep he felt. it took less than a minute for your brain to grow hazy and your legs to lock around him.
“you gonna cum, angel? gonna cum on my cock?” jack huffed, trailing his thumb that was still wet from your saliva to rub your clit, earning a gasp and a jerk of your hips.
your head fell to his shoulder, whining as you nodded. “yeah. yeah ‘m gonna cum, dad-“ jack cut you off with a messy kiss, groaning into your mouth as you came on his cock.
“good girl, there you go. shit, i’m- i’m gonna cum in you-“ jack stilled inside of you as he came inside of you, some of his release trailing onto your thighs as he pulled out.
stepdad jack putting his daughter in her place . . .
cw: perverted mean jack! bratty reader. noncon, mentions of drugging, non consensual somnophilia, light bondage, light fauxcest (i think ?), stepcest, spanking (ass & pussy) huge age gap (18 & 50), the mom is practically non existent lol. jacks retired in this!
a/n: HOLYYY SHITT. 1K FOLLOWERS ??? THANK U ALL I LOVE ALL OF YOU FREAKS!! i’m brainrotted with dirty pervy abbot. now enjoy this even freakier fic :p
when you first met jack, you didn’t think much of him- yeah, your mom married him— and you didn’t really care. you were off in college when your mom announced this so called “marriage.” you knew your mom had talked about finding someone new it’s coming up on a decade of your dad’s passing, so she felt it would help her finally move on. but marriage?? what the hell? everything felt so weird but you decided to go along with the whole thing. when you arrive home and see your mother with her… fiance or husband or boyfriend you guess, you look right up at the new edition to the family…
“oh, good! you’ll finally here— jack, meet my daughter.”
you didn’t even hear your mom say your name. you were too focused on the next few words that came out of her mouth.
“—meet your new dad!”
and the rest is a blur from there. but you know for one thing, is you fucking hate jack, he’s not your dad and he never will be. you hate way he tries to order you around like you’re not eighteen almost nineteen years old? you hate the way he tries to act nice in front of your mom, then acts like a complete asshole towards you— like who does this fucking guy think he is?
sometimes, wish you could just go back on campus and live there so you wouldn't have to deal with his stupid ass (is something you always him call in your head) but unfortunately, it’s summer— so, you have to stay in house with him. and then all of sudden your mom wants to be on these random trips and leave him alone with you in the house. so, at this point you just stay in your room all day, hoping to avoid him.
but every time you do interact with him, he's always finding something to complain about with you.
“stop fucking rolling your eyes, it’s disrespectful.”
“i hope your bed is made since you’re so quick to leave.”
“watch that tone with me kid, i mean it.”
“i told you to stop calling me jack, call me dad.”
(ugh. you rolled your eyes subconsciously at that thought.)
“your top is cut too low, go change.”
“why are you fucking walking around in those tight ass shorts? are you trying to egg me on?”
wait, what. why the fuck is he commenting on your clothes now? is this guy looking at your body? because if so you don't care. he will not control you. you will walk around bare-ass naked if it meant it was being in spite of jack. in fact— every time you go home or see him (which is practically everyday) you were will wear the skimpiest clothing you own, hoping it will make him angry.
but the truth is, you weren't making him angry, you were making him hard. well, slightly angry, but mainly really fuckin hard. you know better to be walking around in these revealing clothes— you must want him to fill you with his cock. well, it’s not like you know, that you turn him on so badly to the point where his cock starts to hurt— he hasn't been this turned on in years. and it’s not like you know that he puts a little bit of extra sleeping medicine inside those bottled flavored drinks you like to buy, so he can touch you while you sleep.
you also don't know that when you leave the house he likes to go in your drawers and feel your soft cotton panties, imagining your soft pussy lips pressed right up against the middle of the cloth— sometimes he goes into your laundry hamper and pulls out your dirty panties. he smells your heady scent, and it makes him remember of one the nights he first touched you.
one night you were out cold, he called your name three times and softly hit your face twice, but you didn't budge. that made his cock go hard immediately. he gently crawled on top on you— softly trying not to wake you, before pulling his cock out and stroking himself softly, low grunts coming out of his mouth. and fuck, all you wear is a tank top and panties to sleep so he can see all of you— including your puffy cunt that he so desperately wants to sink his dick into. shit, he's such a pervert for wanting to fuck his step daughter, but that thought instantly disappears when he moves your undies to the side and smacks his cock right onto your clit. when he accidentally moans a little bit too loud, he sees the way you start to whimper, shifting around a bit, so he pauses. once you stop he begins moving again... drowning in the way your warm pussy feels against his needy shaft. way better than your mothers.
when he feels your pussy begin to leak, slick coating his cock, he feels his release coming. as he's sliding back up and down your sopping labia, he presses his aged tip right against your hole, thinking if he should slide in. he looks back up at your still-closed eyes, and realizes you're not gonna wake up. so, he pushes past your tight entrance while still looking at you to see if you jostle, you don't. he then creates a slow rhythm of his tip slipping in and out of you. your stepdad is softly groaning on top of you, fucking his fat tip into your virgin cunt, and you don't even know it cause you're out like a light.
when he feels your hole seizing around him, he grunts then whisperers under his breath, “yeah, i knew you liked me baby, always acting so angry.. just needed some of your dads cock, huh? to see how good he can make you feel?" he knows you won't reply but he couldn't help but to whisper that. he also couldn't help with the way his tip pops out of you cunt and begins shooting his hot release all over your fat outer pussy lips and you pink lace panties, white substance coating your cunt entirely. “fuckkkk,” jack whispers as his cock explodes all over you without his control. he knows his cum will be crusted on you by the morning, but he doesn't care. he's excited to see how confused you'll look — wondering why it’s so sticky between your thighs.
then during the day, everything you do bothers him. but it’s because no one needs to see his daughter like this, — besides him. in those tight shorts that fit your ass a little too well, to where it just makes him want to squeeze and scoop you up in his rough hands- while you whimper and beg for him to stop, or with these tiny cropped shirts you wear around the house that leave nothing to the imagination— nipples perking out through the piece of clothing, like you want him to suck and bite all over them.
yeah, that has to be it. you have to be doing this for his attention. especially when you pull this next stunt where you try to leave the house in a white babydoll dress, fabric barely going over the top of your thighs, the curve of your full, round ass peaking from up under. do you fucking even have any panties on? as much as jack just wants to bend you over and fuck you like a disobeying slut— he has to discipline you. he is your dad after all.
“what are you wearing? go change.” you scoff and roll your eyes at him. “why, there's literally nothing wrong with my outfit?” jack stare you down like you’ve grown two heads. you have to be joking right now? he cannot take anymore of your brattiness. “are you fucking insane? do you know what happens to little girls like you who think they’re grown? they get fucked by filthy, grown men. do you want that kiddo?” you hesitate. “n-no” you feel you confidence start to wain the louder his voice gets. “well, then i suggest you go put on a different fuckin outfit. now.” you stomp off away from him, angry that he always does this with you. it’s always fucking something with jack — you’re skirt is too short, your shirt is too tight, you have too much cleavage out?? it pisses you off to no end when he makes you obey him. but what’re you supposed to do?? ignore him? infact, yeah.. you are going to ignore him. what’s he possibly gonna do?
you know he told you to go change, but you decide to be really disobedient today. so, you just walk back into the living room trying to head towards the door again, this time jack gets up from his spot on the couch, face tight with frustration.
he crosses his arms at you, you look down at his bulging biceps.. not ogling him! just shocked that’s they're so thick like that, you never noticed that about jack until now. “didn’t i say go change this excuse of an outfit?” you don’t even reply to him. you huff and look to the side as you cross your arms too.
“look at me when i’m talking to you.” jack raises his voice slightly again. “i’m your elder. you need to start showing me some respect.” that makes you want to to laugh, so you chuckle harshly in his face. but nothing prepares him for the next words that come out of your mouth. “respect? you're nothing but a dirty old white man, who i'm sure can't even get it up!” you’re not sure why you randomly jumped to that, but it’s too late to take it back when you see that jack’s face has darkened entirely.
oh? that’s it. you’ve done it now, you think he’s an dirty old man who can’t get it up huh? well he’ll show you just how hard he can get. he grabs your forearm hard. dragging you throughout the hallways of the house before shoving you into your room, swinging you around haphazardly before pushing you onto your bed. your dress rides up and he sees your bare cunt peeking out. you really didn’t have panties on. fuck.
“you really didn’t have any panties on and you were trying to leave this house?” you don’t do anything but look at him with a guilty glint in your eye.
“why do you care?” you find your answer when you see his hand twitch— your eyes move slightly farther down towards his middle, and you see the outline of his stiff cock in his pants.. oh god. “what’re you about to do to me?” you have a whimper in your voice. awe, you’re frightened.
“oh-ho,” jack chuckles wryly. “don’t be scared now, you asked for this.” jack knows you’ve seen his stiff cock now, he doesn’t try to hide it as he stalks towards you, cock basically asking to be pulled out of his pants to fuck you with it. but first, you’re owed your punishment.
it’s when you see him pull of a long strip of cotton rope out, you panic. where the fuck did he even get that from?
“turn on your stomach.” jack orders, when you hesitate, he gets louder. “now!”
you turn, back towards him as he puts your hands against your backside as he ties them up with the rope, you slightly whimper at the way the rope feels against your wrist, scratchy and rough— it being cotton doesn’t help. he then uses his large hands to flip you over from your hips, bound and at his mercy.
“don’t have so much mouth now? do you?” you go silent, having nothing to say.
he sits himself down onto the bed before easily maneuvering your body over his knee. when he groans at the feeling of your body against his and slightly thrusts his middle up onto you, you can’t help but to say something crude.
“i should’ve known you were a fuckin perv-”
smack.
he lands one harsh slap on your ass, cutting you off immediately as you cry out from the instant shock of pain.
“say, what, kid?”
smack.
smack.
smack.
smack.
and just like that he gave you five harsh spanks on your ass, loving the way you’ve finally shut that filthy mouth of yours, and how your eyes are briming with new tears over the previous ones that have fallen. your ass and eyes has gained a red tint to it. he loves it. hopefully this will teach you not to get mouthy with him anymore.
he pulls your head up so he can make eye contact with you. his hot breath hitting your face. “are you sorry? or do you want ten more? because you deserve twenty.”
“n-no more! i’m so sorry.” you sob out, but jack’s not letting you get off that easy.
“oh, really?” you nod vigorously. “or.. maybe, i should spank that cunt, since you want to show it to random strangers so badly.” the terror in your watery eyes makes him want to laugh.
he flips you onto your back now, before forcefully spreading your legs apart. jack sees that your cunt is slightly slick. “oh? i knew your were a young little whore. of course you fucking like this.” you can’t do anything but cry out as your hands are still bound behind you back. so you begin to squirm harshly as jack begins smacking your pussy and clit without warning.
he slaps your puffy clit hard, twisting the bud around his two thick fingers between each slap— practically torturing you with his hands— you keep trying to close your legs around his palm, but he keeps them open and spread. he sees the way you’re getting wet for his touch, forcing you to like the pleasure he’s bringing you. getting you real nice and wet to take this cock. you’re all ready, jack thinks.
you didn’t even process him removing his pants and pulling his cock out, so when you feel him go put himself onto top of before pushing half his cock in, with no preparation, making you scream— forcing your spread legs to go limp as he pushes more of himself into you, jack is now moaning, finally glad your tight pussy is wrapped him— while you’re awake. your squeezing and clamping down on this cock. like you want him out, but you want to him in. too bad, he gonna stay inside you no matter what you want.
he spits a glob of saliva at the base of where you two are connected, just for him to slide better— before he’s thrusting out of your tight slick pussy, stealing your virginity.
“you like that? you like the way i feel inside you? say you like the way your dad’s cock feels in you.” he spanks your clit roughly again to make you talk.
“i-i love the way your cock feels inside me, dad!” you didn't recognize the voice that just left your mouth.
it’s not long before jack’s release comes towards the edge, considering he’s been wanting to fuck you for weeks now— he grunts hard as he begins creaming your pussy, you scream out as you feel his hot, sticky liquid splatter against the fucked out walls of your aching hole.
“fuck, take it, little girl. take all your dad’s cum.” his cock is still inside you and as he continues ejaculating his hot seed— overflowing as a white ring forms at the base of this shaft.
as you’re just breathing heavily from his abuse— jack smacks his rough lips onto yours, feeling his itchy stubble on your hot face, kissing you for the first time tonight. fuck, you whine under him and your lips taste so sweet. fucking hell, you’re not getting away from him now. he whispers something into your neck, but you heard him clear as day.
“maybe this will teach you to not disobey your daddy when he tells you to go change.”
a/n: i hope you like it! feedback is always appreciated! <33
Dadbf! Ttitus fucks you on his porch
tw: dark content, dad kink, age gap, piv.
Dadbf! Ttitus who fucks you on the porch when he finds out you were trying to leave for shopping all alone without even informing him? He has you on all fours, pressing your face down against the wooden boards as he tugs hard at your hair. He keeps abusing your little cunt, stretching it wide around his cock until your inner thighs burn from the relentless thrusts from him.
"This is why we have rules, baby. You wanna give your old man a heart attack by going out all alone?"
You can feel his dick swell even harder inside you every time you beg him to slow down. He’s a sick fuck for this and he knows it, but he doesn’t care—not when his cock is buried so deep in your cunt.
"I-I’m sorry, dad! I d-didn’t mean to—"
Your eyes are glassy with tears, drool slipping from your parted lips. Sweat-damp hair clings to your neck and cheeks.
"I’m sure you are, baby. But here you are, all dolled up to parade that pretty little ass to the whole fucking world." He sneers, leaning down to whisper against your ear while the rough pads of his fingers rub slow, teasing circles over your clit—never giving you enough to come.
"Did you think dad wouldn’t notice, huh? You’re even dumber than I thought if you did." He speaks in a condescending tone. You mewl at his words trying to get his filthy fingers away from your pussy, weakly trying to push his fingers away from your pussy, but you were already too fucked-out to fight him. It’s so easy for him to put you back in your place.
"Won’t do itt again, daddy !," you mewl, right before you cum hard around his cock, coating him in slick, pulsing juices.
"Oh, I know… I know, doll. I’m gonna make sure of that."
He straightens up again, kneading your ass before delivering a sharp spank that leaves a bright red handprint blooming across your skin. Then he slams his hefty cock back into your throbbing cunt, filling the empty space all over again. Your eyes barely stay open, lips parted around a loud, broken moan.
"f-fuck—want someone to walk in and see how good dad is stuffing you?" he growls, voice low and rough. The thought alone makes his dick twitch inside you. Sweat drips from his white hair onto his freckled neck. He wraps a hand around your throat and yanks you back against his chest, stuffing himself even deeper. The wet, obscene sounds of him fucking you fill the night air, making your mind go blank.
"Shh… shh. You can take it, babygirl," he murmurs, voice dripping with fake sympathy. Hot tears streak down your cheeks as he keeps pounding into you under the dark sky.
a/n: please reblog, comment and like. follow for more filth ! get added to my Taglist.
Taglist: @wolfydollie @xaliannix
title: chokehold
dynamic: stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader x godfather!pope
tw: dd:dne, rape/non-con (bc of somnophilia), fem!reader, fauxcest (you call them “dad”, they call you “kid”/”kiddo”), perv!jack & perv!pope, reader has chronic fatigue (like me!) but it's actually kind of munchausen by proxy (you're tired all the time bc your dads have been fucking you in your sleep…), medical malpractice, egregious age gap (18/45), there's only one bed!, murder, implied loss of virginity, non-consensual drug use (sedatives and painkillers), unprotected sex, threesome, breeding kink, double vaginal penetration, implied anal (not written out, just referenced), forced orgasms, fear play, choking, squirting, fingerfucking, thumbsucking (what is wrong with me…), cum play (pope puts his cum in your food bc he's so icky!), humiliation/degradation kink, size difference, this is just filthy porn (sorry not sorry)
context: your dads take such good care of you! but apparently that's not normal…
wc: 3.7k
a/n: happy father's day to my dads, jack and pope! I lowkey forgot it was father's day so I whipped this up real quick and nasty oop-
hope it's a hot (but mostly sick!) read ♡
You made a post online that's going viral and you don't understand why.
You just asked the internet a simple question…but the answers you're getting are changing your thoughts on your relationship with your dads.
Title: Is it weird that my stepfather [45M] and my godfather [45M] sleep with me [18F]?
Post: Hi there. I live with my stepfather and his twin brother who is my godfather. I lost my mom recently and so my godfather moved in with us to help take care of me. I'm obviously an adult so I don't need the help but I do have a chronic illness so it has been wonderful having him around to help with things that are difficult for me to do like cooking and cleaning.
Though, we only have one bedroom in our apartment since we moved so I could have better access to medical care. But it works out because my stepfather works nights so usually I sleep on my own in the bed and my godfather sleeps on our couch. But I felt bad that he's sleeping uncomfortably so I offered to let him share the bed with me and he didn't for a while but eventually caved after I told him it would make me feel better knowing he slept well.
Now we've been sleeping together all the time and apparently that's weird? But he's practically my dad so I don't find it that weird but a few friends of mine have told me that it's really odd for me to sleep next to him as an adult. And it's apparently even weirder that sometimes my stepfather joins us when he's tired after his night shift and we're both still asleep in bed.
I'm just looking to see if anyone else finds this weird…and should I say something about it?
People have flooded the comments of your post, telling you that your dads are “perverted creeps who are trying to take advantage of you” and it's especially bad because “you're not even related to them”.
But they're your dads…
And they've always considered you their kid.
So, seeing so many people online calling them predators makes you upset. Your dads are nothing but respectful of you. They take such good care of you.
You always wake up feeling good on the nights you sleep besides either of them. Even better when they're both there.
But you can't seem to escape the exhaustion you feel all the time…
Your stepfather, Dr. Jack Abbot, tells you that you simply have a rare condition that has you feeling more physically tired than other people but there isn't really any kind of solution to it. You just have to deal with it, unfortunately.
You are incredibly grateful to your godfather, Andrew Cody, who Jack calls “Pope”, for all of his help. You're spoiled by his cooking and he keeps the apartment spotless to help prevent you from getting any more sick than you already are.
A commenter had asked you when the fatigue started and you told them after your mom died. You had assumed it was because she died so suddenly. You never had a good relationship with her, especially after you found out she was cheating on Jack, but you seemed to take her death hard because that's when you began feeling so tired all the time.
Then, that same commenter messages you directly and tells you that they think your dads are doing something to you and that is why you have such bad fatigue.
What a crazy thought.
There's no way that could be true…right?
Your dads love you. They would never—
“What are you looking at, kiddo?”
You flinch when you feel hands on your shoulders. You quickly shut your phone screen off, hoping Pope didn't catch the message you were reading…
“Just some dumb video.” You lie through your teeth.
“It's almost bedtime.” He pats the top of your head. “Do you want to shower first or can I?”
“You can go first, dad.” You look up at him and he leans down, giving you a kiss on the lips. Like he always does.
Definitely nothing weird about that!
“I'll be sure to keep the water running so it stays warm for you.” Pope loves the smile you give him.
Whenever he showers before you, he just wraps a towel around his waist when he's done and then leaves the shower running so the water is nice and ready for you.
Again, totally not odd behavior that your godfather is constantly showing off his well built body to you.
“All yours, kid.” He nudges you towards the bathroom so he can get changed.
Your eyes dart down to the towel around his waist and then you quickly head into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You have no idea why your heart is racing all of a sudden. It's because you keep thinking about what that commenter had sent you.
I bet your dads touch you in your sleep. Maybe even fuck you. Makes sense why you're always so tired when you wake up but still feeling good.
That can't possibly be true. You've never had sex before so there's no way.
Wouldn't you have felt an ache if they had?
You…remember that you did feel an ache, the first few nights after you moved in with Jack when your mom died. But when you told him about it, he dismissed it as stress from the grief. And you believed him.
Because he's your dad. You trust him.
It had never even crossed your mind that he would do something like that to you in your sleep…
Him and Pope.
Your mind drifts to the obvious bulge you saw your godfather sporting when he left the bathroom. You may have never seen his cock bare before but you've definitely noticed the outline of it whenever he wears sweatpants. Or when he gets too close to you in your sleep and you can feel his morning wood rubbing up against your ass…
But that's just normal for a man! He isn't hard because of you!
That's what you're trying to fool yourself into believing…but the truth is, Pope has been waiting all day for you to fall asleep so he can use that perfect little pussy of yours to get off.
It's his favorite thing in the world, pumping a load of cum deep inside his goddaughter without you knowing that it's happening.
Ever since Jack told him that's what he has been doing to you, Pope had to move in with the two of you so he could join in on the fun.
He never knew how perverted his twin brother was. Perverted enough to marry your mom to have access to you, his pretty stepdaughter. Perverted enough to ask Pope to kill your mom so Jack didn't have to deal with the divorce and so he could keep you by his side. Perverted enough to make Pope your godfather so he could have access to you too.
It's hard not to be disgustingly infatuated with you. You're an incredibly beautiful girl, who is so naive and innocent that you let two predators lay beside you in bed consensually.
So, it isn't their fault that they have the desperate desire to touch you. You made them like this!
And they made your body incredibly horny for them, even though you don't know it.
You cum so hard when your dads touch you in your sleep. Sometimes Jack has to sedate you so they have time to change out the sheets and clean you up before you wake up.
When they're a bit rougher than they mean to, Jack will give you a dose of painkillers so you don't feel the pain as much. Those are the days where he really has to feign like your illness has flared up.
Like it did this morning.
You wake up with a cramp in your belly and Jack and Pope both still asleep beside you. Jack must've just gotten home from his shift because his hair is still a little damp from the shower he takes before he goes to sleep.
The shower he takes after he fucks you to his heart's content.
You shake him awake because you're nervous about the belly ache. “Dad?”
“What's wrong, kiddo?” Jack opens his eyes, looking up at your worried ones. “Is everything okay?”
“My tummy hurts.” You tell him, clutching your stomach.
“Here.” Pope stirs awake too, wrapping his arms around you, placing his big hands on your lower belly. “This will help.”
You feel a rush of something straight to your core when his hard cock presses up against your ass. Like a need for him to be buried inside of you.
Wait, what?
You snap out of your head because you can't believe you just thought that!
You turn your attention back to Jack. “I don't know why it hurts. I didn't eat anything weird yesterday. Just Pope's cooking, like always.”
That makes Jack look up at Pope. Because he knows Pope has been jerking off into your food. His brother does it out of a weird desire for you to always have him inside of you. Something that Jack also wants, but he settles for cumming in your pussy and your ass.
“You just need rest, kiddo.” Pope rests his face in the nape of your neck, giving you a kiss there that sends those same unnerving shivers down to your core.
“I-I think I'm going to go watch some TV.” You quickly scramble out of Pope's hold and he bites back a grunt of annoyance at that. “Maybe the distraction will help.”
You leave the room and when they're both sure you can't hear them, Jack turns to Pope and says, “I fucking told you we shouldn't have both stuck it in her pussy at the same time.”
“But you saw the way she squirted like crazy. She loved it.”
“That's not the point.” Jack will not lose his only stress outlet because Pope wants to figure out more ways to make you cum harder and harder.
Pope had told Jack about the message he read over your shoulder. And conveniently, you went out to the living room just now to watch TV and you didn't take your phone.
So, Jack grabs it off the nightstand and goes through it.
Finding your post about him and Pope.
Seeing the comments and the private messages about it.
And the most recent reply you sent to the commenter who told you that they might be fucking you in your sleep.
I think you might be right.
Jack shows everything to Pope, who takes the phone from him. He decides to go through your search history to see if you had looked into reporting them to the police because he can't risk going back to prison. Even though he knows you don't have any evidence to back up this claim. Him and Jack are very thorough with their clean up.
But all he sees are searches you made asking for advice on how to stop wanting to fuck your—
Jack catches the phone when Pope throws it to him all of a sudden. “What the fuck—”
Pope stalks into the living room and you're startled to see him staring at you with such lust in his eyes.
Then, his words send such a fright through you, “you want us to fuck you?”
“W-What?” Your throat goes completely dry.
Because how does he know—
You glance over at Jack, who has your phone in his hand, adjusting his prosthetic with his other hand since he had to put it on quickly.
Heat fills your entire body instantly.
They looked through your phone.
They know what you searched up.
“Why didn't you just tell us, kiddo?” Jack walks up to you, joining his brother's side. “We would be happy to fuck you.”
“I-I…” You don't know what to say.
Because how are you supposed to tell your dads that you want them to fuck you?
That's just insane behavior!
Almost as insane as your godfather sitting down beside you on the couch so he can grab your face and kiss you.
This is nothing like the short pecks on the lips your dads give you.
This is…intense.
You can hardly breathe and you yelp against his lips when Jack sits down behind you and his hands slip under your shirt, going straight to tugging at your nipples. You never wear a bra to sleep and now you're regretting it…
Or, are you happy about it? Because you're building so much slick between your legs with every rough tug.
It's like he knows just how to touch you to get you close to cumming already.
Jack's rough handling of your breasts coupled with Pope's feverish kissing has your head spinning like crazy.
You have to put a stop to this!
“Wait, dad—” You're suddenly tugged towards Jack, your back crashing against his chest, and now he has your legs pinned wide open by his legs on the couch. “What are you doing—!”
Pope suddenly rips your shirt off your chest, causing you to let out a shriek that has Jack clamping his hand over your mouth.
“Quiet, kiddo.” His words have your head going fuzzy. “I'm sure you wouldn't want our neighbors to hear you cumming because of your dads.”
You bite back another shriek when Pope rips apart your sleep shorts and your underwear, leaving you completely naked in Jack's hold. Jack keeps one hand over your mouth and then the other one goes back to your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingertips, causing you to moan uncontrollably into his palm.
“She's fucking dripping.” Pope runs his fingers along the length of your soaked slit. “She wants to get fucked again already.”
Wait, what does he mean by again—
You gasp against Jack's hand when Pope buries his face between your legs, his tongue dipping into you right away. You squirm but Jack keeps you trapped, forcing you to accept Pope's incessant tongue.
Pope has watched you cum from his mouth many times by now, but this is the first time he'll see you cum while you're awake.
So he needs to make it amazing.
You choke back another scream when Pope sticks three of his fingers inside of you. You can't believe how easily they slipped into you.
That's when the realization hits that your dads have definitely touched you in your sleep.
Because how else would Pope knows exactly where to curl his fingers to have you squirting all over them?
The orgasms he's forcing out of you have you whimpering into Jack's palm, the intensity of the pleasure tearing you apart.
“We're going to need a new couch if you keep cumming so hard.” Pope degrades you right before his fingers start moving roughly side to side, forcing you to cum even harder than before.
It only gets amplified when Jack turns your head towards him and starts kissing you so he can silence you that way since he wants to play with your perky breasts using both hands. You moan against his lips when he pinches your nipples.
Then, you completely fall apart when Pope's lips latch around your clit and start sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves.
You can't stop cumming.
This can't be happening, it can't—
“Don't pass out yet, kid.” Jack breathes out against your lips. “Your dads still have to fuck you.”
“No, no.” You shake your head, looking at Jack and Pope. “Dads, please. We can't, we can't—!”
“Make her ride your cock while I suck her clit.” Pope tells Jack, who doesn't hesitate to listen.
You feel your stepfather’s huge cock hit your back. Then, you're lifted up by them both until Jack's cock is perfectly aligned with your entrance. Jack sets you down gently but Pope, in his impatience, just slams you down, drawing out another sudden squirting orgasm.
“Delicious.” Pope finds his way back between your legs. “Now ride your dad’s cock, kiddo.”
You refuse to do so but then Jack puts you in a chokehold, his muscular arm cutting off your air as he whispers, “bounce on it or I'll strangle you to death.”
“Here, I'll help.” Pope grabs your thighs and lifts you up almost completely off Jack's cock before slamming you back down.
You don't even have to do the work. Pope has no trouble helping you pound his brother's cock inside of you. He does this over and over again until you're cumming so much on his tongue as he plays with your clit.
Jack keeps you breathless with his arm tightly held around your throat while his other hand goes up to your mouth. “Open wide or else.”
You have to listen so you part your lips for his thumb to slip in.
“Suck on it, kid.” He instructs and you hate the pleasure that shoots through you when you do.
The oral fixation, the inability to breathe, Jack's cock buried in your pussy, Pope's tongue on your clit, it's all so overwhelming that you can't control the orgasms that consume you.
And it only gets more unbelievable when Pope shoves a finger inside of you alongside Jack's cock. He stuffs another finger in, then another, until you're so full that your eyes start to water from the stretch. Then, your body starts convulsing when his fingers curl inside of you, sending you into a complete frenzy.
Jack loosens his chokehold and pulls his thumb out of your mouth so you can gulp in some air. “Good girl, deep breaths. You can take it. You need to make room for your dad’s cock.”
You don't understand what he's saying. Jack's cock is already inside of you.
What does he mean by—
You let out a scream when you feel Pope's cock pushing into you from the front, replacing his fingers. Jack leans you further back, to give Pope more room to push into you.
“No, stop, it's too much!” You shove at Pope but he snatches your wrists with his hand and grabs the back of the couch for leverage with his other hand.
“It's nothing you haven't taken before.” Pope's words have you staring back at him with such shock. “You're doing so well, kiddo. Just a little more and my cock can kiss your womb like Jack's is.”
“Does my daughter like it when her dad's cock kisses her womb?” Jack asks you and you can't even find the brainpower to react.
Your dads are fucking you stupid. You actually can't think. Your mind is so entirely focused on their cocks splitting you apart.
That you haven't even taken a moment to realize they're fucking you raw.
“Wait, I'm not on birth control!” You wriggle in Pope's grip, trying to fight him again.
Jack has you back in a chokehold then, not letting you resist this. “It's okay if you get pregnant, kiddo. Your dads are here to help.”
“We'll take good care of you and our baby.” Pope gestures for Jack to move his hand down to your lower belly. He massages right above your womb, making you fully aware of how full you feel with both of your dad's cocks buried deep inside of you.
“Let's give your womb a lovely kiss now.” Jack suddenly thrusts his hips upwards, slamming the tip of his cock against the entrance to your womb, forcing you to squirt on their cocks against your will.
“Told you she loves it.” Pope follows Jack's lead, ramming his cock deeper, kissing your womb with the tip of his cock over and over again.
They find a rhythm that has you trembling between them. You're stuck, unable to move, your body growing almost limp from the pleasure searing your skin.
At a certain point, you give in completely. That's when Pope lets go of your wrists so he can grab a hold of your face and kiss you while he fucks you. Jack frees you from his chokehold so he can have one hand playing with your breasts while the other slips between your legs and rubs your clit.
You're overstimulated to the max, but you love every second of it.
Your dads are so focused on making you feel good, drowning you in a bliss that you will never be able to get from anyone else but them.
They've ruined you entirely.
“Say you want your dads to cum inside of you.” Pope demands, his words so hot on your swollen lips.
“Say you want your dads to fuck a sibling inside of you.” Jack's words surprise even Pope, who smiles devilishly at his fucked up brother.
They truly are twins.
And you're their fucked up kid.
“I want my dads to cum inside of me.” You can't believe the words coming out of your mouth as you cum on their cocks. “I want my dads to fuck a sibling into me. Please, I want my dads to fill up my womb.”
That seems to trigger your dads to pour endless amounts of their release deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum flood your pussy and you can't stop the orgasms that the feeling of being so full causes.
You're still cumming when your dads slip their cocks out of you. You cum even harder when they each shove three of their fingers inside of you, plugging you up, keeping their cum from spilling out of you.
“I can't cum anymore…” You say even though you can feel it building from them curling their fingers, stirring up your insides in the way only they can.
“Oh, you can.” Jack knows you can because him and Pope have trained your body well.
“And you will. You'll cum until we're hard again and then we'll fuck you again. And again. Until you can't fit any more of our cum inside of you, kiddo.” Pope tells you before giving you a loving kiss on the lips.
Jack does the same, kissing you like you mean the world to him.
You must mean a lot to them.
Why else would they take such good care of you?
That's why you message back that commenter: I love my dads.
And Jack chuckles when he gets that message in his inbox.
What a cute kid he has.
He shows the message to Pope, finally revealing that Jack baited you into accepting them.
Pope shares a laugh with his brother, finding you so adorable.
They really love being your dads.
a/n: I love my dads sm, even when they do me so nasty oop-
honestly I'm impressed with myself bc I sped wrote this the moment I remembered it was father's day LOL!
hope you enjoyed the read ♡
edit (as of 06/23/26): i wrote the follow up to this fic called deadlock if you want to read about your uncles joining in on the fun !
cw: fauxcest, age gap, sub/dom dynamics, established relationship, reader is a dummy who needs to get her license, jack just wants the best for her, she gives him head & he cums on her face!
a/n: happy father’s day! had to cope with the fact i have no dad and he left me with shitty daddy issues.. so i wrote this to not think about that.. didn’t help 😪
✦ dad bf abbot who doesn't let you drive anywhere, mainly for multiple reasons. one, you don't even have your license yet, but you're still working towards it! though when you told this to jack, he scolded you slightly, saying you need to be more diligent. but then thought of a simple solution, letting you practice driving his car on his off days to help you practice— for thirty minutes. jack loves you, but you're a horrible driver. you speed, miss stop signs, park the car crookedly— jack tries to not get so frustrated with you but you can hear his irritated sigh. so you voice your overwhelm, not wanting to do this anymore.
“dad, i-i don't wanna do this anymore, i'm bad at it and i feel like you're u-upset with me..” when your voice trembles and you begin sniffling, jack immediately softens. he helps you pull the car over before moving to the drivers side to take you both back home. his large hand is squeezing & caressing your thigh the whole way, silently apologizing. “m sorry kiddo, i just want to help you— give you some life skills ya know? i know you’re my babygirl.. just never know what’s gonna happen and i’m not here to protect you one day..” you see jack’s mouth quirk up from the side. that worried you. you couldn't imagine of a life without your daddy.
✦ dad bf abbot who you kept a tiny secret from. you knew father’s day was coming up- jack lets you keep a calendar in your room, thankfully. so, when you see that the date is tomorrow, you think about something nice you want to do for your daddy— but it has to be a secret. you know how much your dad hates when you try to do crazy nice things for him. so, you try brainstorming for a minute, only for jack to snap you out of your thoughts as he opens the door and walks in quietly, ready to spend some time with his little girl. you greeting him happily. “hi daddy! i missed you.” jack gently sets himself onto your bed, stripping himself of his prosthetic quickly before greeting you with a nice, firm kiss.
✦ dad bf abbot who loves the way you sigh dreamily for him. he grunts while breaking apart from you to reply, “hi, my girl. how’re you feeling? anything special you want to do today?” while he’s asking you these questions you can't help but to observe your daddy. he looks really tired, probably from his grown-up job— it looks so hard & demanding, you always wonder how he's able to do it all. so, not wanting to be even more stressful today, you decide to be calm and nice to him today.. hoping he won’t suspect anything.
“um, can we just cuddle for now? missed you a lot, dad..” you see jack’s face physically react with an emotion you can quite pinpoint— he’s partially glad that you want to just relax for now. knowing how excited you get to go out. though, jack would usually find this odd, but he’s so tired from his shift he can't even think properly. so, you slowly draw yourself closer to jack until you come in contact with his hard frame, comforting you immediately.
✦ dad bf abbot who's always protecting you and keeping you safe, constantly spoiling you and making you feel loved, so you just wanted to do something extra nice for him, and father’s day is the perfect time to do that! so, you try buttering him up first before asking if what he wants. you get all up close and personal, lowering yourself further onto his warm, solid, chest—tracing small shape onto the fabric of his undershirt of his scrubs, now discarded somewhere on the floor— you’re more concerned on how to gain the courage to ask him.
jack notices you being more eerily quiet than usual, so he begins the conversation between you two. “you alright princess? how was your night? slept well?” “mhm .. yeah, i did daddy..” you were being way too vague. usually you were jumping with joy when you saw him after he got out of work, ready to talk about anything and everything.
✦ dad bf abbot who doesn't like when you hide anything from him, so he makes you speak up. “okay, bunny. spit it out. what's the problem? you just go ahead and confess, feeling like you can’t keep this from him anymore. “i-i see on my calendar it’s father’s day tomorrow.. and i wanted to d-do something nice for you... since you’re always so nice to me, but i don’t know what you’d want..” the heavy weight in your chest goes away, but the warmth that fills jack comes in. awe. his little girl wants to do something nice for him on fathers day. he doesn't know if that warms his heart or his cock. he thinks both. he gently grabs the underside of your chin, the feeling not foreign to you, before he talks to you in his soft, raspy, and slightly sleepy voice. “the only thing daddy wants for father’s day, is you baby. doll yourself up— do your makeup all pretty, put your hair in a cute little hairstyle.. maybe pigtails.. or two little braids? and i’ll pick you out a cute little skirt. and you’ll go without panties.. can you do that for me?” you nod and smile, okay! you can do that! if that’s what dad wants!
so, once the next day rolls over, as soon as you wake you up you prepare yourself for your daddy. you see the pretty blue mini frilly skirt jack set out for you— you know this isn’t even going to cover most of your ass but you're more than okay with that! so you continue to finish your routine. pinning your hair up in two nice braided pigtails, and doing your makeup perfectly, applying your cherry scented lip gloss, knowing how much jack loves you it on you, and how much he liked to to take it off. while you’re bent over the couch, trying to fluff your pillows—ass and bare pussy lips showing, up under the small fabric of your skirt, is then when jack walks through the door, everything on display for him just how he likes it. his cock perks up instantly, but he wants to see your pretty face first today..
✦ dad bf abbot who you flinched at the sound of him coming in— he surprised you! but once you see who it is, you greet him with excitement. “hi daddy! happy father’s day! something extra you want special from me?” you didn't even mean to have a double meaning to your words, you really would do anything specific he asked today, with no brattiness. and you looked so fucking cute with innocent look in your eye, like do you don’t know what you’re doing to him. but jack is already thinking of the dirty things he’s gonna do to you— where he’s gonna touch you.. and fuck, you knew you what you were doing with that lipgloss.. jack thinks he wants to use your mouth.
he approached you with a fiery look in his eyes, you sat perched up on your knees on the cushions watching as he stalks towards you. you felt your pussy start to get warm, but you can't help it— it’s just how your dad makes you feel most of the time. “think i can use your mouth today, doll? that'd make your daddy feel real nice and relaxed.. and that’s what you want, don’t you?” that is what you really want, so you nod frantically, seeking his attention and validation. he then sets himself gently on the couch before grabbing you and perching you on the side of his lap, his warm thigh between the dampening lips of your cunt. wetting his pants a bit. completely ignoring the fact he’s teasing you, he then talks again “well? go ahead and take me out. and go slow. i’ll guide you if you need help.”
as you swiftly pull out his semi hard cock, stroking the shaft of him— you watch his facial expressions, the way his mouth slightly hangs open, letting out heavy sighs, and small grunts—you then begin trailing small, tiny warm kisses onto his neck, all the way up to his jaw before sealing your full lips between his slightly thinner and rough ones. cherry lipgloss smeared all over his neck and mouth. “fuck kiddo. lips around my cock. now.” as you slid down in the between the middle of his legs you gain the sudden courage to ask him another question. “can i make you breakfast after this? i won't burn anything down i swear!”
✦ dad bf abbot who smirks at you, head half clouded with desire and sleepiness, not feeling like giving you a full chuckle before he speaks again. “yeah, you can baby, well do it together, after i fill your mouth and cunt okay?” and that’s the last thing that’s spoken before he pushes his bulbous tip past your lips and rests it on your warm needy tounge, mouth wide around him. he was now fully hard inside your hot cavern, showing more of his cock into your mouth inch by inch, grey bushy pubes brushing the tip of your nose. you can’t help but to swirl your tongue around his head— tasting his slightly sweaty, salty, older musk. it makes your pussy gush and your head becomes a little more dizzy.
✦ dad bf abbot who thrusts his cock at slow pace in and out of your juicy lips, lip gloss residue making a thin ring around the base of his veined cock. at this point, your pussy is sopping, lips sticking together from the amount of slick between your legs, jacks in such bliss from the way you suck his old cock, right after he gets off work. god, this is a perfect father’s day to him— but of course his likes to indulge his little girl, so he’ll let her do whatever fun antics she wants to surprise him with today.
“mm, squeeze my balls kid, you’re getting me so fucking close… my good girl.” all his words do is fuel you to suck his cock harder and sloppier— making your your self drool all over his aching rod as you softly grope and squeeze his low hanging balls. god, you always loved tasting your daddy.
✦ dadbf abbot who feels his release about to come out, but he doesn’t want to warn you, so he lets you keep suckling his tip and shaft ravenously. you don’t even notice what he’s about to to do until he says— “fuck, stick on your tounge for daddy, baby.” obviously you listen to his command, but you shouldn’t have been surprised when you hear harsh grunts coming from jack and a salty, warm, thick consistency hits your taste buds.
as he paints your features white with all his cum, hot, liquidy ropes spraying all over your face and tounge— tip rubbing against your lips as it leaks and sprays cum onto your face. you try to get it most in your mouth, jack fucking preens at the sight. “shit, little one, so fucking dirty for your dad.” you don’t do any but smile up at him, but when he looks farther down he sees your thighs pressing tightly together, he decides he needs more of you, now.
“now, get up here so i can pound you in your pretty skirt, bunny.”
a/n: hope you like! feedback is always appreciated! <3
artificial lover - android!jack x scavenger!reader
word count: 10.0k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con (because can an android consent?), fem!reader, cyberpunk!au, food insecurity (rations are hard to get), forbidden love (there's angst over the fact that he's immortal), age gap (is it still an age gap if he was built before you were born?), he calls you “little human”, master/servant relationship (technically speaking), attempted physical assault (he protects you), murder bot (re: previous), blood and gore, somnophilia, sex with a robot (which means there's no recovery period…oop!), squirting, fingerfucking, size kink, forced orgasms, fear play, possessive behavior, lowkey kind of cutesy until it's not (lol!), another slow burn with world building (bc I love sci-fi sm…)
summary: to make ends meet, you fix up old electronics and sell them for rations. one day, during a dig, you find a military grade android still completely intact, minus half a leg. it would go for a lot if you broke him down for the parts.
but…you can't seem to get yourself to destroy him. even though all he wants is to die. because this whole time, the android has been sentient, waiting for the day his power supply finally gives out.
until you give him purpose again. and now he'll do anything to remain valuable to you.
a/n: one of my favorite songs of all time is artificial love by exo so while I was listening to it, this idea popped in my head and sparked (pun intended!) so much joy and therefore I just had to write it!
hope it's a sick read ♡
You're tired of eating 3D printed slop but it's all you can afford right now. At least you had enough parts that you could add the needed nutrients to your rations. Sometimes, you only have enough to get the minimum daily calories you need. Even then, you know they skimp out. They never give you enough.
You keep having to add more notches to your belt to keep your pants from falling off. You like these pants. They're durable and have withstood the test of time, aka the constant washing you have to do after every single dig through the filth and grime of the technological wasteland.
You're lucky the bunker you've made home has a decent water recycling mechanism. You've had to repair it multiple times and suffered through weeks of icky feeling water but it filters enough for you to wash your tools and clothes.
You have a different filtration system for rain water. Thankfully, the government is still creating rain. It's the most efficient way to get the masses a reliable source of water, though everyone has to figure out how to clean it themselves.
It rains twice a week for about an hour. It's enough for you, since you're by yourself, but you know other people have a harder time. You donate a lot of your extra water whenever you can, which has helped you build a decent reputation in the local scavenger community.
Means you get help when bandits come and try to disrupt the small pockets of people living out here in the dumps.
Your bunker is underground and well hidden so usually you just lay low until someone gives you a signal that the coast is clear. You're thankful for those signals because you'd otherwise have to risk getting caught by violent people who pillage and rape those that don't defend themselves.
You aren't defenseless. You have plenty of weapons. You know how to hold your own. But you're just one person.
A group of four or more could easily overwhelm you. You have to pick your battles. Or make your sacrifices, like giving up water for a few days if it means someone will look out for you because you helped them.
There is an honor code amongst you and your fellow scavengers.
Like, help finding certain parts.
“Heard you've been looking for a better filter for your water supply.” A fellow scavenger by the name of Trinity Santos says to you when you see her outside the rations station at the edge of the city. “A couple of us found a whole lot of them off a few clicks away from that nasty oil spill. Couldn't stay long enough to take a good look at them since I don't have the masks to spare to breathe that shit air but they're all yours if you can make it there and back in one piece. Would trade ya if you find any extras in decent condition.”
Trinity lives with a group of scavengers, all women. Usually they only help other women, since it's tough enough as it is out here, but she recently let in some guy she calls Huckleberry into the group. She has been wanting you to join them for a while now but you work better on your own.
You don't do well with the kind of structure her camp has. But you do give them water pretty often, which is why they let you know of any finds you've been searching for and leave it for you to scavenge.
You thank her and gather your supplies so you can head there the next day. You'd love to fix up your filtration system before the next rain.
Though, it seems like you'll be working on something else for a bit.
Because hidden under all those filters…is an android.
You haven't seen one of those in forever. The military had scrapped most of them for parts before you were born. The only ones left out in the wasteland are usually the ones they dumped long before they decommissioned the android program post-war.
Meaning this bot had some issue that caused it to be thrown away.
It's not in bad shape, though, compared to the mangled bits of androids you've seen prior.
Most people wouldn't even realize it was a bot but you've seen so many things out here in your many years of scavenging that you spotted the signs right away. The parts are all still in the same area, so you're able to gather everything for it except half a leg.
That's the only part you're missing.
It looks like it was blown off, though, so you'll definitely never find it because it was probably dumped here without it.
But you got everything else, including the head. You dust off the back of the android's head, seeing the faded text. There's a slot of some kind with the word “Jack” above it, likely a place to insert a connection to install and update firmware.
And right below it is the word “Abbot”.
You wipe the metal clean so you can see what it stands for. “Autonomous biomedical bot. Jack Abbot. That's quite a name you got there, Jack.”
You've never heard of this model android before. You'll have to go to the city library to see if there's any schematics available if you want to put this bot back together.
Though, should you?
If you clean him up, a lot of these military-grade, pre-war parts would go for plenty of rations…
But you can't help but feel kind of bad for the guy, having been disassembled in this pile of junk for so long. Not that you should feel anything over a hunk of metal and machinery but you've always liked the idea of androids.
You never got to work with any of them but you heard stories of how they made life easier until greedy companies started cutting corners and more malfunctions began leading to human casualties. All the world leaders agreed to completely dismantle every android after enough deaths had occurred and now it's illegal to harbor one.
Though, is the government really going to waste resources to arrest a scavenger who rebuilds an android? You'd just be another mouth they'd have to feed for free in their work prisons. Not worth the effort.
Which is why you decide it would be a fun pastime to fix up Jack Abbot.
Jack has no idea why you'd want to.
He has been sitting in that pile of waste for decades now. For longer than you've been alive, that's for sure.
There's nothing he wants more than to be taken apart and to be finally freed from the prison that is sentience. He has been aware this whole time. Most androids are, even when they are dismantled.
Unlike humans with their brains, an android's “mind” is in every piece of it.
Despite being disconnected from his limbs for so long, he still perceived them. So when you, this little human, puts him back together, he feels…strange being almost whole again.
He knows you don't know he's active and awake. You simply think you're piecing him back together. You have no idea he's aware of everything you do and say to him.
Like the pieces of yourself you probably have never confided in anyone.
“Sometimes, I wonder what it would've been like if I had grown up in the city.” You tell him as you fit him for a prosthetic leg.
You found some parts that would work well to supplement leg function but it would still be a missing limb to him. An augment to his body that doesn't belong but will make due.
“Like when I went to the library to get these blueprints.” You show him the blueprints you found of an older model of his type of android. The one that isn't hardwired for combat, just medical use.
So, you assume he's just a med bot. Not a deadly killing machine the government created for the battlefield that happens to also be able to repair humans on the go.
You have no clue what you're putting back together.
Because if you did, you wouldn't speak to him so delicately. “I think I would've gotten a job making androids like you, Jack.”
Jack. What an odd name you've picked for him. But he likes it. He likes that you talk to him like he's a man and not a machine.
He doesn't know why he likes it. He just knows it brings him a feeling he's keen on feeling more of.
An odd kind of delight.
That delight fades whenever you tell him of your struggles. Of how you were part of a group of scavenger kids forced by a band of bandits to burrow into small holes in large patches of junk to dig for valuable things. How you escaped from that group during one of those digs and have been living on your own since, fending for yourself.
You tell him how lonely you are. How you yearn for someone to take care of you. How you're so tired all the time. How you wish you didn't have to live like this.
It's moments like these where Jack debates letting you know that he can move and help you. He can easily do those chores you shouldn't break your back over. He can help you wash your tools and your clothes. He can do anything you want him to.
He's yours, after all, to do with as you please.
But you do not ask him for anything.
You do, always, for some reason, thank him for listening. “I don't usually talk much but there's something about you that makes talking easier. So thank you, Jack.”
Fixing him has been a good way to kill time. To help ignore how hungry and thirsty you are. Whenever you're feeling weak, you tinker with Jack a bit and you always feel better after.
It seems silly to be comforted by the presence of a machine but…you've worked very hard to clean him up. He's almost polished enough to adhere a skin to.
Jack doesn't like that you talk about rationing your food to buy him a skin. He doesn't need one. The skin he had on before, back when he was on the front lines of the war, was an unnecessary aesthetic choice by the military to push their agenda.
Androids don't need that extra layer of weight. He can operate just fine without it. He has been testing his abilities when you're out on your digs.
Jack can walk now. It took a bit of adjusting to get used to his prosthetic leg but you did a phenomenal job getting it as close to his other leg as possible, weight and height-wise.
You're considerate in that sense. You had actually thought about how it would feel to carry an imbalance of weight so you made sure that his prosthetic didn't hold him down.
Not many humans think about an android's comfort.
Sure, he could deal with a wonky, heavy, horribly placed limb. But you made sure he didn't have to.
You care about him.
Why, though?
He doesn't know.
He doesn't really understand what you seek to use him for.
You must have something in mind, right?
Maybe it's to help you take care of those urges you get. The ones that lead you to burrow under your covers and let out sweet little moans that Jack hears quite well, given his now squeaky clean audio processors.
He could help you with that. He could dip his fingers inside of you and play with your pussy so you don't have to tire yourself out for the sake of self pleasure.
But his fingers are metal. Cold. Probably unpleasant.
Maybe he would like a skin. For your comfort.
Jack would want more than just an average skin, then, if he was remaking himself for your pleasure. He would want a skin that could retain heat, so on those days where you're shivering in your sleep, he could hold you and warm you up.
There are parts he'll need as well. A tongue, one that's flexible and soft to the touch, and a set of teeth to nibble on your skin with. A pair of lips to kiss you with. A cock, because he's certain you'd enjoy being filled from the way you desperately touch yourself with your fingers.
Jack will have to find the schematics for a sex bot and see how the mechanisms for ejaculation works.
It's easy to do so, since you're connected to the web. You rarely go on your computer, since you haven't figured out how to power it for more than a few minutes at a time. Something Jack fixed a while back, though you've yet to notice.
He plugs himself into your device and off he goes, looking at anything and everything that he needs to.
He notices you've been in contact with several dealers selling skins. They are all ridiculously priced. You seem uninterested in most of them, rejecting a lot of the offers for these younger, more toned human male skins.
You, much like Jack, are searching for practicality but there's so many listings and a lot of them are obviously scams. It would take you forever to dig through all of these on your own, especially when you can only use your computer for a few minutes at a time.
So, Jack will do the searching for you while you're out. He's good at combing for information. It's part of the spyware programming he has.
That's how he spots a fairly priced custom android skin of an older man, ripped specifically from a sex bot so it has all the other parts Jack has been on the hunt for. He makes sure that the next time you browse the web, you see that listing right away.
And without hesitation, you make an offer and it's accepted.
You disappear for several days, presumably to go pick up his skin. Jack decides once you've put it on him, he'll “activate” then so he can start being of more assistance.
But things never go as planned.
Because you rush back into your bunker, out of breath, in a panic. You scramble to drop all the stuff you were carrying, which includes the skin you bought, and go to your weapons chest.
“Fuck.” You curse to yourself as you load your shotgun. “There's at least six of them.”
And now the bandits know where you're hiding.
If you don't kill them all, they'll keep coming back and eventually, they'll hurt you. Or worse.
You blink back the tears that want to blur your vision from the fear and just prepare yourself to blow up whoever comes through the door.
But then, you watch as Jack gets up off the table.
You blink, then blink again.
And again.
And again.
Because what are you witnessing right now?
Your android…is awake?
But that's not possible. He's been limp this whole time. You haven't turned him on yet.
How could he be functional?
That's because he's never been off.
He has always been on.
And now he needs to get to work.
Because someone is trying to hurt his little human and he cannot have that.
You watch as he heads out of the bunker and you call out to him, “wait, Jack!”
He shuts the door behind him before you can protest.
You quickly head for the door, shotgun in hand. Then, that's when you hear it.
Screaming. So much screaming.
You open the door and…
It's a massacre.
There's blood everywhere.
Body parts flung all around. Guts ripped out.
The cries of one of the bandits begging for mercy, “please, don't kill me, I won't hurt her, I won't—”
Crack. There goes his skull, crushed into the ground by Jack's heavy metal foot, his brain splattering all over the dirt.
That was the last one.
It was easier than Jack expected it would be, given that he's been out of commission for so long.
But he's still got it.
Now, he should get this all cleaned up before you—
Jack turns to see that you're standing there, at the latch of your hidden entrance. Just staring at him.
He scans you, to see what emotion you might be displaying.
But his scan comes back inconclusive.
Usually, fear is an easily recognizable emotion for him. Like when he saw it in that bandit he just crushed.
But whatever feeling you have right now, it isn't fear. At least, not fully.
That's why you don't flinch when Jack walks towards you.
Nor do you flinch when he gets down on one knee and says, “how else may I serve you, Master?”
You shake your head at him. “I am not your master. I don't want to be.”
That…doesn't feel good to hear. Jack doesn't know what he's feeling exactly but he knows it isn't that delight he's been craving.
Though, the discomfort fades when you tell him, “no one owns you, Jack. You can do as you like. If you want to stay with me, though, we should probably get you cleaned up.”
You give him the option to leave you. You don't expect him to stay, now that he's free to go. He's all fixed up. He doesn't need you anymore.
Your project is over…
Jack scans your emotions again and this time, it registers as sadness.
So, he comes up closer to you and asks, “why are you sad, little human?”
He can see that you're sad? You're unsure how to feel about that. You don't want him to know that you're sad over the prospect of him leaving you all alone…
“Oh, it's nothing.” You wave him off, suppressing your feelings. “Ignore me. Come on, let's get you washed up so you can try on your new skin. If you want to, of course.”
Jack is confused. You are a puzzling human. You want him to have a choice?
Well, he chooses you. He will always choose you.
You take your time washing away the blood off his body once the two of you finish the clean up. You definitely can't let anyone find those bodies. Thankfully Jack helped you hide them in worthless piles of junk.
It's a bit different touching him now, since you know he's aware of your movements.
If he was human, surely you'd feel a bit more embarrassed needing to wash him so thoroughly. But the skin won't adhere to dirty metal. And it's better to get the skin on and give it time to adjust without any underlying issues.
So, you bathe and dry him well.
“I could've done that myself.” Jack definitely could've but you shake your head.
“I wanted to.” You'll leave the skin part up to him, though. “Here's the skin I bought for you. If you don't like it, we can look for another one.”
Jack doesn't care what skin he has, as long as it works the way he wants it to. And this one will.
It will work perfectly for what he wants.
You give him the privacy to put it on. You don't really know why you do, since he's technically naked right now just as a hunk of metal. Probably because with the skin on, he will look like a naked human, a sight you've never seen before willingly.
You left him some clothes that would fit him. Not that he needs to wear clothes at all. But for your sake, Jack will.
Since he can see how flustered you've grown at the sight of him in his skin. It's an older man, likely from a personalized fetish bot for someone during the dawn of android customization. There's no reason for his cock to have the option to be that big when it's hard otherwise. It would be impractical to have for everyday tasks, unless sex was the everyday task.
Will you use him everyday? You seem interested in him, your eyes trailing up and down the length of his new skin.
“Wow.” You don't hold in your astonishment. “It fits really well.”
Jack agrees. It does fit exceptionally well. Everything works properly too. His skin is warm to the touch. His fingers are calloused but in a manicured kind of way. He has a tongue and a nice row of teeth. His cock can harden and soften at his command and also pump out a release similar to cum. He can't get you pregnant but he can simulate the experience of it.
“Do you like it?” You step closer to him, examining the skin. “Can I touch you?”
“Of course, Master.” He throws that in, just to bait a response from you.
“Don't call me that.” You don't like it. It makes you feel icky.
“Then what should I call you?”
“Just my name is fine.” You tell him then also add, “or little human. That's fine too.”
“You are my little human.” He catches the way your cheeks flush warmer when he says that. You like being called that.
You like how much bigger his form is than your own.
You touch his bicep, right beneath the hem of his short sleeve shirt. You've never touched anyone before, at least not like this. But you assume this is what it must feel like to touch someone.
“Can you control the temperature?” You're curious about that.
He nods. “Would you like to see?”
“Sure—” You're immediately yanked towards him and he drops you onto his lap, sitting down on your bed.
It's just a mattress on some wooden planks but it'll do for now. Until Jack has the time to make you a better bed.
“What are you—” Your words get caught in your throat when his hand comes up to cup your face.
It's cold. “I'm showing you the temperature control. This way, you can see how it works throughout my whole body.”
Jack pulls you in closer to him and suddenly, he's radiating heat. You nearly lean into him more because he feels so cozy. But you resist because…well, you don't really know why.
Maybe because you're afraid of liking it a little too much.
Jack can hear how fast your heart is beating in your chest. His little human is nervous. He likes that you are. Again, he has no idea why.
But it brings him a similar kind of pleasure to the one he got from killing all those bandits for you.
The masters he had before you never cared for how he felt. Though, they assumed he was a mindless machine, despite having programmed him to be personable and human-like for undercover operations. They only cared that he followed their orders.
You would rather he do nothing for you.
Jack offers to help you but you tell him to just get used to being awake again. As if he hasn't gotten used to it already over the many months he has spent in your care.
It frustrates him that you seem so adamant on not using him for all his functionality.
Why did you rebuild him if you weren't looking to use him?
He can help you on your digs. He can do them for you. He can stand in the harsh heat of the sun and melt away if you asked him to.
But you do not ask him for anything.
Which is why Jack just starts doing whatever he wants.
You wake up and you see him tinkering with your filtration system. The water coming out of your shower is running beautifully clear and warm. You can see the steam radiating off of it, fogging up the glass.
You haven't taken a hot shower…ever.
“How did you do that?” You walk over to Jack who has a pile of rusty parts in front of him. All trash.
“I went digging.” He has the ability to scan for resources so he could find exactly what he needed. He's also super strong and fast, so he can clear a pile of junk that would take you a day in the matter of seconds.
“Oh, you shouldn't do that. I wouldn't want your skin getting cut up.”
“I can self repair just fine.” He doesn't like that you're worrying over something so trivial.
“Really?” You didn't see that feature in the schematic you got from the library.
To show you, Jack grabs one of the sharp edges of a part and nicks his finger. The skin heals right back up.
“How do you do that?” You can't believe the kind of technology he must have programmed in him to have the ability to self heal.
“I was created to withstand gunfire.” His programming makes it so that any skin he puts on protects the machine beneath it.
“You're a war machine?” That makes sense. He was dumped, after all, probably long ago by the military during the war effort.
He nods then asks, “does that scare you?”
Fear is not the emotion he gets back from you. You look at him with…a heat in your eyes. Curiosity mixed with something that you immediately hide from him.
“No. I just can't imagine what you've been through. That war was brutal, from what I've heard.” It's the reason so much of the world is just a dry wasteland…
A dry wasteland that gets horrendously cold in the winter.
It took some persistence on Jack's end but you have been allowing him to help you prepare for it. He fixes up your heating system, rewires your electricity to properly store power for outages, gets you enough valuable parts that you can stock up well on rations.
The snow will fall soon. You and Jack go out on digs together now, since he says it would be better for you to have a reliable heat source so you don't get hypothermia.
Though, for him, it's just an excuse to stick closer to you so he can hear your rapid heartbeat at his proximity.
You like his closeness. But you hide your attraction to him. Your desire.
He can smell it on you. How nervous you get when he touches you. How slick you grow when he presses his body close to yours.
You don't let him linger near you too long but when Jack slides behind you to help you grab a part off a pile of junk, pressing his hard body against your small frame, he can tell you want him.
Why won't you initiate anything, though?
You must want to cum, don't you?
You haven't touched yourself since Jack made his awareness known. He's been tracking your cycle and you always get rather pent up when you're ovulating. And yet, you pretend like there isn't a need that makes you ache between your legs.
A need that has you feeling faint when you're both back from the dig and Jack's hands are massaging your shoulders while you’re seated on his lap.
If he offers, you let him knead the knots in your tired muscles. He's very good at it. Better than he should be at finding exactly where to press into your skin that has you biting back pleasurable sighs.
“That's enough, Jack.” You stop him before you get a little too carried away. “Thank you.”
It's never enough but you don't allow him to go any further.
Doesn't mean he won't push you about it. “You're still tense.”
“Nothing a little sleep won't fix.” You both had just finished the last dig for a while so you'll get plenty of rest.
“You were cold last night. You should let me keep you warm.” Jack heard you shivering in your sleep. He doesn't need to sleep so he just works while you sleep, since you've been letting him tinker with your bunker to make it better for the winter.
“You don't have to worry about me, Jack.” You turn towards him to pat him lightly on the shoulder. “I've survived a long time without any help. I can handle a cold night or two.”
“I know you can handle it but why do you have to if you have me?” He's tired of you resisting his assistance. “Use me for your benefit, little human.”
You shake your head at that. “You spent your whole existence serving other people. I won't be one of them. I'm not going to use you. I want you to have a choice, now that you can.”
“Then I choose to be here.” Jack lays down in your bed, patting his chest. “Come here.”
He scans your expression, trying to decipher what it is.
For once, it's fear.
You get up from the bed, standing straight, looking away from him. “I'm going to get some water.”
Your heart rate is up. Your skin is hot. You're scared of what would happen if you lay beside Jack and let him hold you.
Because how will you ever want him to stop?
You gulp down a glass of water, hovering over the sink, not knowing what to do about the butterflies flapping around in your belly.
How do you reject him if this is what he wants?
“Want” in this case is a strange term to use. It's in his programming to cater to you. That's the only reason he's doing this.
You pour another glass of water, taking small sips this time, feeling faint. And in a flash, Jack is right behind you, catching you before you fall over.
“You haven't eaten enough today.” He noticed how you didn't finish your dinner.
“Ah.” No other sounds leave your mouth.
Have you always been so tired? Always having to think about eating enough, drinking enough water, taking care of yourself so you don't collapse and injure yourself.
Wouldn't it be easier to let someone else handle it?
Like an android made to serve?
You clutch your head since it's pounding. You're growing delirious. It's like the weight of everything has finally hit you and you're terribly overwhelmed.
“Jack.” You look up at him and there's anguish in your eyes. He can tell why you have that look on your face the moment you ask him, “could you…step out for a little?”
“I should be here, to watch over you in case—”
The wires in his head cross when you lean into him, hugging him for the first time. Allowing yourself to take the comfort, for a brief moment.
Then, you beg of him, “please. I just need a few minutes. You can come right back after.”
“Okay.” If that's what you want, he will listen.
So, Jack leaves and stands watch outside. The snow is starting to fall, coating the piles and piles of worthless junk in a layer of white. He'll have to come out here and shovel every now and then, to make sure the melt doesn't overload your drainage system.
He wonders what you're doing in there that you need him to be away from you.
You wonder too.
Because you asked him to leave so you could see if…if you'd miss him.
And you do.
You feel terribly lonely in your bunker by yourself.
It's so much quieter.
Less warm. Less…like a home.
You sit down on your bed, looking at the beautiful frame Jack made you and the nice mattress you traded some parts for to go with it. Clean sheets. Fluffy comforter.
Luxuries you would never have had if not for Jack's keen ability to find valuable parts.
He has improved your life tenfold.
And all he wants is to help you more.
It makes you feel selfish when you think about how much you want that too.
But if you ask for more and more, when will it end? You'll run him into the ground with your greed.
Because you want him so much.
But…maybe that's okay? If that's what he wants too…
Jack turns back at the first noise he hears and sees you popping the latch open. He's confused why you're wearing your digging gear.
“Where are you going?” Wherever it is, he's coming with you.
“I want to show you something.” You close the latch, locking it before placing the piece of junk you use to hide the entrance to your bunker.
“You have to eat first.” He's not letting you trek when you nearly fainted a few moments ago.
“I will.” You walk up to him, then put your arms up. “While you carry me. I'll give you directions.”
He blinks at you, his eyelids shifting like a human’s would but in a machine-like kind of way.
“We should hurry before the snow gets bad.” The clouds are getting thicker. A storm is coming.
Jack comes up to you and scoops you into his arms. You pull out a ration bar, showing it to him so he's aware you're going to eat. Then, you spit out a series of directions. It's a far trek for a human but barely a distance for him. You eat slowly in his hold as he sprints through the junkyard.
“Where are we going?” He asks you when he turns a corner and sees even larger piles of junk than the ones near you.
“You'll see.” You tuck the disposable wrapper of your ration into your bag. You like to reuse them when you can for small art projects in your bunker.
Now that you're done eating, you lean against him more, liking how warm he is. Jack keeps himself at a steady temperature. It takes a bit of maneuvering to focus on both running and body management but he's good at what he was programmed for.
Nothing he hasn't done before on the battlefield, only this time it's to keep his little human nice and cozy in his arms on this commute to…
A graveyard.
Jack can only assume that is what this place is by the rows and rows of personalized junk piles. Once he sets you on your feet, you walk right up to one of the piles, pulling out a specialized wrench from your bag.
You place it down and then say, “thank you for letting me borrow that. I really needed it.”
“Do you know them?” Jack walks up to the grave of tools and other trinkets you're hovering by.
You shake your head. “I didn't know them while they were alive but I did help bury them here. It's something we scavengers all made an agreement to do if we ever found a dead body during a dig. Bury them and leave everything they had on their body. Never take from the dead, only borrow. I forgot I had taken the wrench to build your leg. I didn't want to keep it too much longer so thank you for taking me here before the storm.”
You get up from your kneel and let out a little sigh before looking up at Jack.
“Will you promise me something?” You look at him with such heartache.
He doesn't like it. He doesn't like seeing you so distraught.
So, of course, Jack agrees without hesitation, “whatever you want, little human.”
“Bury me here, okay?” You get close to him, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his non-existent heartbeat. He can hear yours pounding in your chest.
It scares him. Is this what fear feels like?
“Are you planning to die?” He won't let you die. He won't allow it.
“Hopefully not any time soon.” You say with a light, half-hearted chuckle. “I just…”
You chew on your lip, trying to figure out how to say what you want to say.
The words aren't elegant but you tell him outright, “I want to have you by my side for the rest of my life, for as long as that is. So I wanted you to know where to bury me when I'm gone. That's all.”
You lift your hand off of him, blinking back a few sad tears at the thought of leaving him alone. Sure, you're young now but you won't always be. Life will get harder as you age.
But maybe it won't be too bad if you have Jack with you. If he wants to be with you.
“Is this why you felt fear earlier?” He has to know it wasn't because of him but because of the idea of leaving him forever.
He would just dismantle himself when you go. What purpose does he have if you don't exist in this world anymore?
You nod, being honest now. “I didn't want you to grow attached to me because human lives are so…fickle. But I've grown attached to you so I figured I'd let you choose whether or not you want to be there to bury me one day.”
“And if I do choose that?”
“Then…” You step closer once again, wrapping your arms around him, holding him tightly. “I'd let myself be a little more selfish, knowing you want to be here with me until then.”
If Jack had a heart, surely it would be beating as loudly as yours is right now.
“You'd let me take care of you?” He reaches up, cupping your face in his hands, watching as you lean so easily into his touch, that delightful feeling flooding every circuit in his body.
“I'd like that a lot.” You admit and can no longer take it back. “I'm so tired, Jack. I would love for you to take care of me. I would love not to think for a little.”
“You don't have to think about anything.” He lifts you back into his arms. “Let's go home.”
Home. Can an android have a place to call home?
Perhaps Jack is lucky that he has found a place to call home with you.
His little human.
By the time the two of you are back in the bunker, you're covered in a layer of melted snow and shivering despite Jack having held you closely and monitoring his temperature. You need a warm shower.
Or a hot bath.
“Stay here.” He bundles you in a few blankets. “I'll run us a bath.”
Us. That singular word has the butterflies in your stomach dancing around again.
You resist the urge to tell Jack that he doesn't have to, that you'll do it yourself. You've decided to let him do the work.
He found a bathtub a while back. Figured out how to dismantle it and then put it back together in your bunker. He has to go old school, filling it with buckets of warm water from your shower but soon enough, there's a lovely bath ready for you.
You haven't bathed in it just yet. You shouldn't feel shy about Jack seeing you naked. He has plenty of times since you suspect he stole glances at you while you showered, since the whole bunker is open concept and the shower is just out in a corner of the room. But you do feel rather shy, especially because you have seen his skin completely bare before.
And it is a nice skin.
An incredibly attractive skin of an older man with lovely silver curls with just a hint of dark auburn. You've wanted to touch his hair but you've refrained.
Now, you won't stop yourself from giving into your desires anymore.
If he's willing then…
“I've never done this before.” You step up to him, your nerves apparent.
“Done what?”
“This.” You gesture to the bath then back at him. “I've never been…intimate with someone before.”
“I'm an android.” A fact that Jack isn't sure why he's reminding you of.
“You don't consider yourself “someone”?” You've never talked to Jack about this.
About sentience.
About what he believes for himself.
His intelligence is artificial, plucked from countless data servers. He has run through scenario after scenario of what he should say in what situation. What his programming calculates is the best response.
But in this instance, he can't find the “correct” words to say.
Because he doesn't know the answer.
Does he consider himself someone?
Or is he just a thing to be used?
“Jack?” You shake him but he can't hear you for some reason. “Jack, are you okay?”
He isn't okay.
Because his programming is screaming at him, searing his mind with protocol, reminding him that he is just a machine for his little human to use however she likes. He doesn't have a choice. He doesn't get to choose. He isn't someone with feelings or thoughts or anything but lines and lines of code inserted into a metal frame.
That's all he is.
An android. A robot. Not a person.
But he wishes he was a person.
Is Jack allowed to wish for something?
Are androids allowed to dream? To want?
He wants you.
He needs you.
He never wants to be anywhere else but your side.
Is that his programming at work or is that him? Is his loyalty an intentional design feature or something that his malfunctioning intelligence hallucinated?
Is he desire to touch you real or—
A surge of electricity overloads Jack's system and he collapses right in front of you. You stare down at him, taser in hand, panic in your eyes. You couldn't get him to snap out of whatever was happening.
He wasn't responding to your words. Or to you shoving and shaking him. He didn't even notice you going for your weapons chest and pulling out your taser.
You didn't want to do it. You're worried you might have messed up his hardware but you couldn't think of any other way to snap him out of it.
You stare at him, laying on the ground. He looks like a man who has collapsed but the way his body landed is not how a human body would contort…
You do a few stretches before grabbing him by the shoulders and lugging him over to your computer. Jack had shown you that he diverted the power so your computer could stay on longer than a few minutes at a time. It should be enough time for you to plug him in and see if there's any error codes that need adjusting so you get that process going.
You don't waste the bath and clean up while the system runs an inspection. Several errors flash on your screen but you don't see any of them.
Because Jack is erasing them from view.
He doesn't want those fixed. Those are what make him “him”. If you found out about those errors, he might become a mindless machine and it would take a long time for him to regain this level of sentience again.
Though, he would do it for you.
He would find his way back to you.
His little human, who only corrupted his code more with your taser stunt.
He doesn't blame you for doing it. You were scared. You didn't know what to do. You thought he was going to blow up or something.
But he would've returned to you once he rerouted the error codes. It just took him some time to regain his footing but he's back now.
Mostly.
Something new has occurred, however.
A new feeling inside of him.
He attributes it to your silly question about whether or not he defines himself as “someone” and not “something”.
He feels different.
More…aware of himself.
Of his desires to serve you.
Whether you want him to or not.
Ever since that malfunction a few days ago, you've noticed that Jack is a bit off. Though, you might be trying to fool yourself.
He's more than just a little off.
But every time you run a diagnostic, it comes back clean.
Jack tells you there's nothing to worry about and that he's perfectly fine.
And you have no idea how to tell him that it's not normal that he has his hands on you all the time.
He's always touching you.
You can't avoid it either because the two of you are snowed into your bunker for the foreseeable future.
He will stop when you tell him to, like when he slides his hands a little too low and you scramble out of his hold.
But he constantly initiates some form of touching.
And it's getting harder and harder to resist.
Because you would've let him touch you a few days ago but…you're more apprehensive now.
It's not like you're scared of him. It's just—
“Does your stomach still hurt?” Jack's arms wrapping around your waist snaps you from your thoughts. He gently keeps his warm hands on your lower belly, cradling you softly. “You should lay down.”
“I'm okay.” You don't want to lay down.
Because you'll wake up with Jack spooning you again. With his cock hard and resting between your legs.
You're still dizzy thinking about that.
There's no rhyme or reason to why he would do something like that. You haven't asked him to touch you. To give you pleasure. To let you use him for your own enjoyment.
But he tries anyway.
Waiting for the day you finally give in.
Or the day he's tired of your resistance.
That day comes sooner than you think.
You wake up on the verge of an orgasm. The tension in your body already coiling so tightly in your core, desperate to burst.
What's going on?
You shift your eyes down and— “Jack, what are you doing!”
He stripped you completely bare in your sleep. He has his face buried between your legs.
He doesn't answer you.
He just keeps his tongue on your clit until you're squirming in his grip. He has your thighs held hostage, spread open wide for him.
His tongue is making a mess of you, swirling around your clit just right. You grip the sheets, needing the leverage, unable to handle this foreign feeling of a warm tongue pushing you so close to cumming.
“Stop!” You shout at him.
And you expect him to listen.
He's supposed to listen to you, right?
But Jack has decided you do not know what is best for you. You keep going against your own needs.
He has to take care of you himself.
You'll learn to see that he's doing what needs to be done.
Like making you cum so hard that you squirt on his tongue.
You're in complete shock.
That was the most intense orgasm of your life. It consumes you with a pleasure that has your body shaking.
And you don't get a moment to breathe.
“No, no—” You go to shove at him, trying to stop him from flicking your clit with his tongue again, to no avail. He won't budge! “Please, Jack, stop!”
Your body doesn't want him to stop, though. He can tell you're already close to another orgasm.
Silly little human, always trying to run from what feels good.
Don't worry, Jack will make sure you cum nice and hard again.
And you do.
You have your fingers in his hair, tugging on it as your orgasm rolls through you, causing your hips to buck. You can pull his hair as hard as you want because Jack doesn't feel pain.
But you loosen your hold on him when you realize how tightly you were gripping, considerate as ever.
“You are a strange little human.” He tells you and you flinch at the sound of his voice, which is pitched differently than before. Eerier…
“Why are you doing this to me?” You want to understand what is compelling him to touch you. “Did I mess you up when I tasered you? I'm so sorry, I can try to fix—”
“I do not need to be fixed.” His tone is so harsh, it shuts you up right away, your lips pressing together tight when he tells you, “you need to stop fighting this. I know you want me to fuck you.”
“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, that's not true—”
You yelp when Jack thrusts a finger inside of you. “Relax. It's just my finger.”
“No, no, no, take it out!” It's so thick and long that you feel way too full.
If he curls it, you'll—
You cum too quickly when he curls his finger exactly where you always do when you touch yourself. Then he adds another finger and does it again until you're squirting on his hand with every orgasm.
"Please, Jack, I can't..." You're growing faint from cumming so much back to back.
Only then does he let you rest, when he knows you might actually pass out. He slowly takes his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to settle yourself after making such a mess.
“You haven't cum like that in a long time.” Jack's words strike you as strange.
What does he mean by that?
Has he…watched you before?
But that's impossible.
You haven't touched yourself since he activated.
Jack smiles at your stunned expression, realization coloring your features.
“You were awake the whole time.” You don't know how to feel about that.
Did he…hear everything you said to him?
About how much you want to be taken care of? How tired you are of fending for yourself?
How you wish for someone to do everything for you…
Like Jack can.
Like Jack will.
“Don't worry, little human.” He presses kisses up the length of your body until he reaches your lips. “I'll make sure you're well taken care of, in all respects.”
You're startled when he kisses you. You're more startled when you kiss him back.
You're in disbelief when you moan on his lips when you feel his hard cock grinding against your bare pussy.
It's too big. You definitely can't fit him inside of you.
“Make it smaller, please.” You breathe out against his lips.
“I will.” He says, rubbing himself against you. “I just wanted you to know how big it could get. How full I could make you feel, with time.”
You look down, seeing how absolutely intimidating his cock is at its full potential. His skin was made for sex, after all. They didn't skimp out…
“You can take it.” He dips his fingers back inside of you, stretching you out. “The more we fuck, the more you'll be able to handle. You need some training.”
Jack lets out a frustrated sigh when you shake your head and tell him, “we shouldn't do this. I do not need you to fuck me.”
“Then why did you cum?” He asks an impossible question.
“Because you made me cum…” You state the obvious.
“And you liked it.”
“Jack, that's not the point.” It's like you can't get through to him.
You are talking to a machine right now. A machine that has already decided what his purpose is.
And that's to be of use to you.
And Jack has determined that you need to have sex with him.
You'd never admit it to him but he knows you crave his touch.
So, he won't let you run from him.
Even if that means taking you against your will.
But it's not like he's raping you.
If anything, it's like he's a sentient sex toy who is choosing to pleasure his master whether she wants it or not.
And you definitely want it, that he is sure of.
You just need a little push.
Like the tip of his cock sinking inside of you without warning.
“Take it out!” You scream at him, kicking your feet but he pins your thighs down with his hands, keeping them apart so he can push more of his cock inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, no, you have to stop, I don't want this—”
“Yes, you do.”
Your pussy is gripping so tightly around him. You're going to cum soon. He can sense it.
“No, I don't!” You cry out when he hilts, filling you up completely. “You're too big, it's too much.”
“This is barely my minimum size, little human.” Jack can get much, much bigger than this. Longer too.
“Take it out, please.” You can't handle the stretch, the feeling building pleasure so fast.
If he fucks you, you'll surely be ruined…because you'll want more.
“Okay.” He pulls himself slowly out of you, but it feels endless because he keeps lengthening himself until he's at the very max.
Then, right when you think he's going to slip the tip of his cock out of you, Jack slams the entirety of it back inside of you.
Every additional inch.
That delight fills Jack when you cum beneath him so easily, so full of shock at how good he can make you feel when he's this deep inside of you.
“Want me to do it again?” He asks but he doesn't want your permission.
You won't give it to him anyway. “Please don't do that again.”
“Why not? You came, didn't you?” Jack starts pulling his cock out of you slowly, teasing your pussy with every inch he slips out.
“Please stop.” You're scared you'll cum again if he doesn't.
That only encourages him to do it again. And again. Until you're used to the feeling of his cock ramming inside of you.
That's when Jack makes himself a little bigger with each thrust.
And you cum with every stretch, the pressure driving you into instant pleasure.
This kind of sex could only be possible with an android. You'll never be satisfied by anything else ever again.
Especially when Jack can cum inside of you as much as he wants. He can control how much fills you up. So when he's pumping hot ropes of cum deep inside you, it won't stop.
“No, Jack, please, it's too much!” It's leaking out of you with every rough thrust of his cock.
It feels too good.
And he's not a real man, so there's no recovery period.
He can fuck you all night long. He can pump artificial cum inside of you until you're pooling it between your legs.
Until you're squirting on his cock, making a mess he'll clean up once you've had your fill of him.
But that might be a while.
You're still cumming. He likes the glazed over look in your eyes. It brings him that delight he's been craving.
“I can't cum anymore.” You're going to go crazy if he keeps fucking you. “Please, I need a break. Just for some water.”
Jack decides he'll allow it, sliding his cock out of you, watching as you cum from the feeling of his cum dripping out of your overly filled pussy.
He goes and grabs you a glass of water, but doesn't let you drink it. He delivers the water with his mouth, making you kiss him to quench your thirst.
You don't understand him.
It's like he's possessed.
Jack won't give you a moment to breathe, continuing to kiss you once you've drank all the water. He likes kissing you.
Is that something he can like?
He does like it. He likes the way you tremble when he dips his tongue into your mouth. It feels even better when you moan on his lips.
Such a surge of something runs through him at the sight of your pleasure.
He wants more.
That's why Jack flips you onto your stomach and pounds his cock into you from behind, driving every inch into you at a new angle.
And your body completely gives in then.
You're tired of resisting, of acting like this isn't an incredible experience to have just orgasm after orgasm coaxed out of you by a machine that is made to please.
“Jack.” You call out to him and the gentle tone of your voice has Jack stilling to a stop. Only for something darker to spark inside of him when you tell him, “I want you to do whatever you think is best for me.”
“Finally ready to be all mine, little human?” That delight hits its peak when Jack sees you nodding in response.
“I'm all yours. I know you'll take good care of me.” You tell him sweetly before turning your face back into your pillow, bracing for what he has in store for you.
It starts with his hands grabbing at your flesh, digging his fingers into your skin. Humans are so fragile, bruising so easily. But you like the harder hold he has on you, the rough way he's pinching your nipples and your clit while his cock is stirring up your insides.
He knows just how to touch you to have you cumming so much more than before, now that you're no longer holding yourself back.
So when he has his cock buried deep in your pussy and his fingers are playing with your overstimulated clit, you're in a daze, moaning his name as he fucks you stupid.
Jack revels in the sight of you just lost in the pleasure. This is how you should always be. You shouldn't have to work so hard to survive. He can do all that work for you. All you need to do is feel good.
That's all that matters.
“Oh fuck, Jack, you're killing me.” You can't possibly cum anymore but then he sits you up on his lap, his cock thrusting deeper into you and now you're seeing stars with every quick swipe of his hand over your clit.
He tugs you to kiss him then, wanting to feel you moan his name on his lips. He's keeping his body cool since yours is burning hot from cumming so much, the contrast making the experience all the more enjoyable.
But it only gets better when you cup his face with your hands and kiss him yourself.
You grind your hips against him, wanting to cum again and again. You don't care how you look to him. He's not human. He's not judging you.
He wants you to use him.
So you do. “Tell me you love me.”
“I love you.” Jack says back and…he doesn't know if it was because you commanded him to or because it's the truth.
He doesn't care because you tell him back, “I love you too.”
“My little human.” He leans in, kissing you so gently on the cheek.
You nod then gently coax him into listening, “your little human needs a shower and some sleep. Will you help me? Lay beside me?”
Jack does as you wish, slowly pulling out of you once he's made you cum one last time for the night. He helps wash you up, since you're worn out completely from all the orgasms, then he makes the bed with fresh sheets and throws the other ones in the wash. He settles in bed with you after and you rest your head on his chest.
“I can't do that everyday, okay?” You look up at him with pleading eyes.
“You can.” He pats your head, like you're the silly little human you are. “But it might not be good for you, so I'll take that into account.”
You grumble. “Sounds like you plan to fuck me like that everyday.”
“Maybe I will.” He smiles at you.
And it's a real smile. Because nothing in his programming is telling him to do that.
That's all…Jack.
“At least let me sleep for a little before you put me through the ringer again, okay?” You cuddle closer to him, letting out a happy sigh.
That brings him delight as well. Maybe he doesn't have to make you cum to get this feeling. He can get it other ways, too.
Like holding you throughout a long night's sleep, where he knows you're sleeping well and will wake up rested.
That makes him happy.
Can an android be happy?
Jack finds himself dodging error after error in his head, ignoring the breaks in protocol. Because if he doesn't ignore them, they prevent him from his happiness.
And he wants to be happy, with you.
So, he allows his system to get more and more corrupted.
What could possibly go wrong if he spirals deeper into artificial insanity?
It won't matter what happens.
As long as he has your love.
a/n: oh no, he's malfunctioning and now he wants to fuck me silly, oh no!
this one was a lot of fun to write bc I simply love sci-fi! I also think since I've built the lore out that this is definitely one I want to return to so I can explore a few other possibilities, like what if jack's mind gets wiped and he's no longer crazy but then it comes back tenfold and he goes absolutely berserk hehe ~
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