im thinking of jack waking reader up with sex?? or like taking care of reader when they start getting subby during rough sex?? 🗣️
also your writing is actually insane thank you for your service 🫡🫡
omg yes to both. idk how this got so filthy im sorry
perv!bf!jack abbot x fem!reader.
18+ MDNI! | content warnings: daddy kink, use of little one and eventually dada, DUBCON, somno (? he wakes reader up by groping them), a little name calling and a little praise, jack gets mean and rough for a second, a singular spank
but jack would wake you up with sex that pervy old man :( gets home from his night shift at like 8am and you're still tucked in his sheets all warm and cozy. the perfect prize at the end of a hard shift.
before he can stop himself, one of his hands is sliding under the hem of your shirt to grip at bare skin.
"little one," he murmurs gruffly into your ear. "wake up for me."
"mmmn— jack?" you stir with a whine.
"yeah, 's just me, baby. daddy's home." he kisses and gropes you for a while, stealing your heat while you whine and gasp under him: "wanna take care a'you. 'm all cold, warm me up, pretty one."
you're immediately fussy and grumpy at being woken up just to be pawed at. "nooo," you grumble.
he hums with amusement at that whining, the way you sound all groggy and bitchy and adorable. he knows you can get cranky when he wakes you up so early, but he can't resist the urge to rile you up right now. he squeezes the bare skin of your side, the one that he knows is a little ticklish. "come on, princess, wake up for daddy."
"whyyy?" you whine, burying your face in his neck as your legs kick in frustration.
"'cause daddy said so," he rumbles against your ear before nipping gently at the shell of it with his teeth. "he wants your sweet pussy right now."
"why now?" you whine again, petulant and overtired as you writhe in his arms.
"because i've been waiting for this all night," he seethes, his patience with your protests growing thin. his hand drags up to pinch at the soft curve of your ass through the fabric of your panties before adding gruffly: "... and 'cause i know my little one likes it when her daddy tells her what to do."
and it's true. you can't really deny that at all, that you're loving this as much as he is. "... okay," you acquiesce limply.
"good girl," jack practically growls, triumphant and impatient, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties and yanking them down your thighs. "that wasn't so hard now, was it? bein' all bitchy for no reason, lemme show you what i want." his palm smacks against your bare ass once, making you yelp, before sliding between your thighs with a deep groan.
"goddamn," he mutters as his thumb drags between your dripping folds, the wet squelch louder somehow in the dim room. "why the fuck were you bein' such a brat n puttin' up a fight? you're beggin' for me."
"daddy," you whine, overstimulated already.
"yeah?" jack rasps, watching your face closely as he finds your clit with his thumb, rubbing slow circles over that sweet little spot. "you like it when daddy touches you like this? when i tease my angel 'til she's all messy and needy?"
you huff, kicking against the mattress in indignation. "i'm tired!"
your little kicks just make his grip on you tighten. "yeah, you're tired," he agrees as the edge in his voice darkens into a hypnotic command. "but you're gonna be a good girl and make daddy feel good right now. okay, baby?"
you huff again irritably, feeling a protest form in your throat. jack knows that sound, the way your shoulders tense as you get frustrated, the way your pretty little mouth starts to pout out into a sulk. his hand tightens on your hip.
"hey," he snaps, his tone suddenly rougher, more authoritative. "i asked you a question, little one. you gonna be a good girl for daddy and let him have that sweet pussy?"
"...yeah," you mumble back reluctantly, and that's enough for him. his thumb immediately drags down your slit and nudges at your fluttering cunt, just teasing, before sliding back up to your throbbing clit.
"there's my girl," he mutters as he feels just how wet and sensitive you are for him. his other hand grips your chin to tilt your face up toward his. his gaze is dark, prideful. "now keep them pretty eyes on daddy while i make 'em leak."
jack loves the way you look at him with those wide eyes, all needy and submissive and obedient. he's obsessed with you. your hips begin to rock into his touch, and when you let out those soft, sleepy, shy moans of not daddy, but dada, he grins.
"you gonna make a mess for dada?" he coos, his thumb still circling your achy clit as his eyes burn into yours. he is so madly in love. he leans in close, his lips so close to yours that his breath brushes against your mouth as he speaks. "you gonna make dada proud, little one?"
your whole body shivers. he's making you feel so good that all you're capable of replying is a whimpered "mmmn..."
he lets out a huff of a breath that's almost a laugh as his thumb speeds up, mercifully bringing you closer to your orgasm.
"use your words, baby," he murmurs, the roughness gone from his voice, replaced by something more tender as your body start to shake. "tell dada if you're gonna make him proud."
"... m make you proud," you manage out through a soft gasp as he pushes you over that sweet edge and pleasure makes your vision white out.
girls who are brats for pope. girls who scream and cry when they don’t get their way for pope. girls who like to be slapped around when they’re being bad for pope. girls who never have enough ‘n always need more for pope. girls who need someone to take control of their lives for pope.
stalkerbf!pope who sends you pictures of him touching you in your sleep and videos of him jerking off over your face, sliding his tip across your lips while you're deep in dreamland.
all while whining about how he's been a bad boy and should be punished.
jack fucking reader whos studying for an anatomy quiz the next day fo her college class.. hes touching her and asking her whats the name of the body part, helping his girl study <3
yes AND what if we make him ur prof too...
perv!professor jack abbot x fem!med student!reader.
18+ MDNI! | content warnings: student x professor, dry humping, praise
professor jack abbot teaches a clinical rehabilitation course at your college. he takes a liking to you instantly: you're curious, attentive, and you're always speaking up in his lectures and discussions. jack chalks his fascination with you up to the rarity of finding a student as engaged as you are, nothing more.
but when he's laying in bed at night, he just can't stop his mind from wandering to you, what you could be doing... are you up late studying? are you at a party? whose bed are you in?
so when you turn up to his office hours with your lip worrying between your teeth, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, he can't help but give you his full attention.
jack rumbles out your name before making a few clicks and turning away from his computer screen. his eyes are trained on you over the rim of his glasses. "take a seat. what can i do for you today?"
your eyes flick anxiously around his office as you sit. the room is dimly lit, and smells like coffee mixed with hand sanitizer. the whiteboard above his desk is covered with lecture diagrams and research frameworks.
"um, hi, professor abbot..."
he shakes his head, chin tilting up at you as he speaks, "call me jack."
you swallow, nodding. the low, gruff tone of his voice makes your thighs press together, and you pray he can't see it over his desk.
"oh— okay, jack. i'm actually not here to ask about your class today... i've actually... been really struggling with anatomy lately," you confess. "a-and i would've gone to ask professor robinavitch about it, because it's his class, but he..."
jack exhales through his nose, nodding with understanding. he's worked with robby long enough to know that some students can feel a little intimidated by him. "robby's a really great teacher," he tells you, "but i'm glad you came to me. i think i have a teaching method that you'd benefit from, actually."
your eyes widen a little. "oh, yes, please," you reply eagerly. "yeah, i'm really struggling, jack. n the exam's tomorrow..."
he hums, his eyes subtly raking up and down your figure. god, looking like that, how could you ever struggle with knowing the human body?
"you're cuttin' it pretty fine, asking for help the day before. seems like you could use a crash course."
you nod, almost shamefully. you know you have a bad habit of procrastination, and it had really gotten out of hand this time. "yeah, i really could..."
"lucky for you, i'm free tonight," jack remarks, grabbing a pen to scribble his address down on a sticky note. "my place is just a few blocks away from campus, i'd be happy to give you a little refresher session."
you accept, of course. you could really use the extra help from your favourite professor!
you don't even question it later that night when jack leads you into the bedroom of his apartment. "sit," his voice is gruff as he motions you to the edge of his bed. "alright. let me show you a thing or two."
your breath hitches as he crosses behind you and you feel his warmth on your back. the scent of his cologne wraps around you: rich and sweet and dark. his hands begin to massage at your shoulders, "mmm... 's tense here. y'know what these muscles are called?"
you try so hard to conjure up any answer that could make sense from your brain. "uh— um— upper... trapezius?"
jack makes a satisfied sound that comes from the back of his throat. "good girl." his thumbs move lower, sweeping up and down your spine through your t-shirt. "and here?"
you pray to whatever god there is that jack doesn't notice how your back arches under his touch. there's no way you're accessing the studious part of your brain right now. "i... i don't know..."
he sighs, shaking his head as his hands leave you. "looks like you've got a lot to learn, sweetheart, and not a lot of time... i got an idea on how to make your revision a little more intensive... but first, you gotta take off those pretty clothes."
and that's how you end up in your bra and panties, sitting on professor jack abbot's bed, his big hands holding your thighs open while he shows you his special study technique. he presses his mouth reverently over your body, inhaling your sweet scent.
jack thinks it might even be working, surprisingly— you do seem to be better at recall under the pressure of his lips.
"what's this one, pretty girl?" he asks, dragging his nose down to your lower stomach before nuzzling into your warm skin.
your cunt clenches as you manage out: "m-mcburney's point..."
jack grins, the corners of his eyes crinkling, and presses a kiss to your hip. "that's right, baby. good job. 'm gonna give you a little study reward now, okay?"
he lays you down on his bed, and you watch breathlessly as he crawls over you and positions himself between your thighs. you can feel the hot, heavy weight of his cock pressing over your panties even through his sweats, and it makes you drip.
he kisses at your neck as he starts to grind his hips into yours. "mmmh, there we go, sweetheart, y'feel me? 's what you do to me. such a... such a smart girl, asking me for help."
this time you can't hide the way your body responds to him, how your hands instinctively grip his broad shoulders as you rock up against him. still, even through the haze of lust, there's something close to guilt gnawing at you.
"f... oh.... jack, isn't it against— ah— the college rules? to fraternize with students?"
"i don't wanna fraternize," he pants against your ear, breath coming out in warm puffs as he grinds his hard cock into the soaked cotton, "i wanna fuck you."
ani’s notes 𝜗ৎ some scenarios are based around things i’ve written b4 for context. apologies if any links no longer seem to be working, i will try to replace them if they are deleted xoxo
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+ f!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, pet play / hybrid AU, spit kink, free use, nymphomania.
how jack fingers you when you’re bratty — “what happened to that smart lil’ mouth, huh?” he grumbles over your pitched, whiny and huffy moans. his free hand grabs one of your ankles and stops you from kicking so much, thumb rubbing over your cotton sock. “gotta stop acting out just ‘cause your pussy needs attention, sweetheart.”
when you and jack both wake up needy — jack’s so sneaky when it comes to pinning you down under him. one minute you’re lazily kissing in the soft morning light and you feel his hands all over you, the next your face is stuffed into a pillow with his strong chest pressed against your back while you claw at the sheets and drool. he grunts over your ear, grabbing your waist and your hips and whatever soft skin he can touch. “fuck, that’s it— cum on my cock, baby. make daddy proud.”
jack giving kitty!reader attention after being gone all day — “such a sweet girl,” jack coos, watching you rut yourself against his thigh. his warm, strong hands cover your hips to help you move gently, reveling in the sounds and pleas that fall from your lips. he kisses you, mumbling words between each sweet smooch, “y’wanna be filled up, baby? i know, i know— let’s see if you can cum like this first.”
clingy!pope needing to feel you up — andrew lets out a soft gasp as you work his belt open. his hands are already slipping into your pj bottoms, rubbing the fullness of your ass. his touches make it difficult for you to focus on his fat cock that’s now in your hand but he doesn’t mind, not when you’re mewling and breathing like that. “c’mere,” he mumbles before curling himself over you and rutting his cock against your softness— “need to feel my baby close.”
being a good girl for pope in the backseat — “made me pullover just ‘cause you needed your throat stuffed, baby?” he chastises softly, his gaze meeting your big dazed eyes as you work his drool covered cock with your hands. he makes you stop for a second, grabbing your face and leaning over you. your lips part on their own, already expecting him to spit in your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl.” he coos out, voice raspy.
free use!pope letting nympho!reader tease ‘n fuck herself on him — “babygirl…” andrew whines, watching your hands reach for his as you press your ass against his hardening cock and mimic the way he fucks you. he already pounded you into the mattress less than two hours ago, and here you are whimpering for more. “fuck— you always do this.” he grits out, letting you pull his pants down and guide him with your hips.
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