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the face he makes half a minute before having his hand in Raffy's pants:
me @ any true clark kent lookin mfer
GIVE THEM TO MEEEE
Any thoughts on yearning HJ? Feel like he's type (or maybe I'm just projecting) to be a yearner both pre and during a relationship. Never stops feeling the hunger for you, and its more than just physical. Starts associating you with himself that you're pretty much engraved in his mind, and your absence (or simply a preoccupation with something else) is like the pain of a phantom limb.
I loved your HJ kisses headcanons. Yum. English isn't my first language
god yes, you get him
jack is very very much a yearner, a romantic whose more than happy to simply spend the day doing nothing as long as you're there
there is no you without him after a time, no him without you, a deep bond that borders on obsession. this longing inside him to constantly be near you, to remind himself that you're his, that you're still here
fate isn't something jack is fond of, very much a man of working for your own place in the world, for earning it, but with you- it'd be hard to ignore. this sense that you were meant for him, that he was meant for you
pre relationship he'd be flirty, nervous around you but still fully willing to throw himself head first into any number of innuendo. that behavior being reciprocated however? he'd be stunned. he wouldn't know what to do. he'd burn a hole through his mask with how hot his face gets. he's not good at accepting genuine, unfiltered compliments nor flirting from someone he's actually interested in
he'd follow you around, in little ways, have angel keep an eye on you or do it himself. he'd learn your routines to catch you walking to and from your work or place of living, he'd catalog all your favorite things; color, clothing, places to eat, places to spend time with friends, books and movies you enjoy or games you play. he'd want to know you so deeply, asking questions and having long conversations being his favorite way to spend time with you. this hunger for knowledge, this hunger for you
this need to consume any part of you he can have, he can touch, that he can see and taste for himself
during the relationship, these things would only get more intense. he wants you with him all the time, he wants to be with you all the time, he wants to know your every thought and hear every complaint. he practically worships the ground you walk on, showering you with gifts and compliments and keeping you the highest priority in his mind
he's attentive, always in tune with what you're feeling even if you've barely said a word; he knows you, he's studied you. there's no part of you he can't see. no part that he can't find his way into
like i've said before, ownership and love go hand in hand in his brain. your his just as much as he is yours. he falls to your word, even if it annoys him, even if it gets in the way of things. he trusts you, even above himself sometimes, values your opinion over anyone else. values your happiness over anyone else's, with his own being an extension of yours
your attention is everything to him as well, and he hates being ignored. it's an apt comparison saying that your absence would cause him pain. physical or not, hours, days, weeks without you would drive him mad, frustrated and even quicker to anger than typical. he doesn't do well with separation, even worse if the distance isn't willing- if you're kept away by work or other such annoyances he has very little patience for it, calling you constantly or keeping track of you as you go about whatever it is you've decided is more important than being on helios
overbearing, maybe, but from a place of deep love? yes, nearly to an unhealthy degree
he loves you deeply, enough to having portraits painted of you, for your name to be added to hyperion branding, to be displayed on magazine covers and hyperion advertisements. he wants you to be a part of his empire, of what he's created, each idea and sprawling ramble of his being entirely directed at you. he may not take feedback well all the time, but he's more willing to hear it from you than anyone else
he loves you and is good at showing it
sleepy the type to hover initially instead of fully sitting on jacks face but jacks the type to be like no i dont care if you fucking kill me i said sit
forceful dinner mdni, 18plus, just a lilbit of pussy eating
.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.
You're just afraid to kill him, is all. That's why you hover uncertain above Jack's face, his head between your firmly planted knees. He licks the strings of slick that your cunt drips onto his chin.
Lapping up, really. You don't want to smother someone so beautiful.
"I don't care if you kill me. I said sit."
His eyes meet yours, and god---maybe you do want to suffocate him. The ache in your insides is telling you that much. You even brush your folds against his lips, but you didn't mean to---
"No, Jack! Don't---"
"Sit. Jesus fucking Christ."
His hands latch your hips in a hot grip, his thumbs digging into your hipbones, and in an impossible second, you're yanked.
Your cunt slams over his mouth and nose.
...You think Jack's brought as much of your weight down as he can to crush him.
"There you go, baby. Was that so hard?"
Even with your nerves firing wild, you can't help but squirm at first as Jack's taunt squelches into muffles. Your hips twitch, and your thighs tremble to rise, but his thick, freckled arms lock you smashed against him. You can actually point out where the veins of his biceps bulge to pin you helpless.
How could Jack Abbot want to taste me this much?
"Jack---"
You cry out when his nose grinds your clit with rough circles, chin tilting to lap your taint with even longer strokes.
You gasp when his teeth nips at your labia.
"Mtat's what you get for not listenin' the first time. Just drown me, baby. M'can handle it."
Why the fuck would you think he'd never want to die by your cunt, kiddo? Don't be ridiculous. As ridiculous as you are, you're smarter than that.
His hands, just after he smacks your ass cheeks, spread you open to expose your asshole. It clenches pathetically when his long licks slather you from taint to clit with your aching, pooling slit caught in between.
But you can only moan in filthy when his tongue starts fucking your cunt the way his finger rams your asshole. Everything stings, and everything grips, and everything is beautiful.
"Jack...Jackie---fuck---"
Your hands fly to the headboard under Jack's muffles. You buck your hips with all the greed in the world as you grind into his tongue thrusts that swirl your walls coated in the gush.
"Enough with the..."
A grunt and a whimper, sending vibrations throughout your core. A swishing. A squelch.
"Enough with the nerves. Full weight always."
Jack's lips suckle, and yeah. It's the sound of how he likes you.
"Kill me all you want, kid."
eeee love ur writing! it’s actually insane <333 if ur taking requests for best friends dad, i was thinking about ur bsf begging you to go on a double date (jack is only letting her go out if you can be there to chaperone) so you oblige but the guy you’re paired up with doesn’t even bat an eye at you. feeling needy and subby you cry to jackie :( he seethes at how ur date passed up such a perfect little girl 🤍
the double date
a/n: holy shit .. 800 followers?!?! thank yall sm 🥹 also i guess this piggy backs onto my first best friends dad fic, but omg yes i actually really like this trope. this is basically their second time fucking too lol cw: fauxcest, cunnilingus, age gap
you were somewhat excited for the date too, hoping to finally get somewhere in your dry dating life. you even talked about it all day with jack, asking what type of things do guys like, what type of colors do they like on women the most, things like that. he even helped you pick out a nice dress, when you tried it on for him, you asked what did he think, he looked at you with a deep intensity in his eyes, eyes flickering down to the way your.. womanly frame fits perfectly with the dress.
your young, supple figure has jack speechless- so when you see the way he hesitates, making you second guess everything you’re doing right now, he’s snapping out of his thoughts to reassure you.“i think it looks beautiful on you, sweetie.” he loves the way you brighten immediately at his words— his praise has way too much of an effect on you.
jack sees the way you’re so eager. eager for love. eager to be taken care of. eager for a leadership figure in your life. you need to be protected and guided— he can do that for you. he wants to be that for you. so, when his daughter asks go on a date with a guy, but she's doing double date with you, —his eye twitches. the first thing he asks is who are these guys? your friend says two college guys from off campus. his mouth twitches downward now, he knows how college boys can be, he was once one before.
when he sees you stand next your friend looking highly in compliance— like you're not even ready to do this, just wanting to appease your friend, he asks how you feel about it & you hesitate. you then say you’re excited & it might be fun! he knows you’re lying, but you & him both see how excited your best friend is. so he says yes, partially glad you’ll be there with her tonight.
when the time rolls around and you & your friend are preparing to leave— jack pulls you into his room privately for a quick talk. he can visibly see your nervousness, so he tries to calm you down, “hey, kid, why are you shaking? don't be nervous, you look gorgeous.” you ignore the sly compliment and voice out to him that’s not the problem. “t-that’s not the problem, dad. i-i just dont know how this is going to be. i haven't had good experiences with peers, let alone boys my age. they're just so mean to me, i don't understand why..?” jack’s entire body immediately tenses up for you.
he fucking hates it— how these little boys treat beautiful girls these days, just thinking with their dicks and finding the easiest lay possible, not even realizing the prettiest gift is right in their face. but he's going to be optimistic for you— and for himself too. “listen here.” he grabs a hold of your face with both his hands to forces you to make eye contact with him. “go out there and be your pretty, adorable, self on this date okay? this guy would be a fuckin lunatic to not like someone as selfless as you.” his words make you smile, which makes him smile. he likes seeing this face on you instead. “and if all else fails, you back here to me, and we’ll settle any problem you have, alright?” his voice suddenly gets serious. every bone in your body feels like you have to obey him.
you nod at him again. when he leans in & kisses the top of your head, you suddenly feel your anxiety slowing down. but feel it slowly come back up again when you hear your friend calling your name. fuck. time to go. you back away from jacks space and head towards the door, feeling the comfort of him trailing behind you. so when you leave out of the door and into the car, you suddenly feel cold & tense again, but you tell yourself it’s all gonna be okay, it’s all gonna be okay...
when you both arrive at the restaurant, your friend spots the two guys instantly— you already want to get this over with. when your friend goes over to her date— she introduces you to yours. it’s some random guy from a random class that you aren't even in, you honestly forgot his name a few seconds right after he said it, but you still replied back with your name anyways. you’re sure he forgot yours too with the way he can't even take his eyes of your best friend, switching to you every two seconds to make it seem like he’s interested. when you two head into the restaurant, your date is fucking trying to open the door for your friend like she doesn't already have a date, leaving you in the dust having open the door for yourself.
when you all finally find a booth to sit at, the dates sit from across the both of you— and once again your date isn't even glancing at you. what the fuck??? is this a fucking humiliation ritual that your best friend set you up to because what is going on? you feel your confidence slipping away by the minute. and every time the guy even gives you a stare for longer than five minutes- his face begins to morph into a pile of disgust. you try to contain back your tears as much as you can— you just tried to think of jack & how he’s waiting for you after all this.
speaking of jack, he was silently, patiently waiting for you to come back from this double date. he was reluctant to let you both go and was worried, but as he waited his thoughts kept wondering to you, wanting to know if you’re okay, if the guy is treating you right, & how you’re feeling. he knows how you’re such a sensitive little thing. he likes to think that he’s to the only one who gets you— there is no one who can love you better than he can. you’re his girl. his cute, adorable, but fucking tempting— little girl.
you don’t even know how much you tempted him tonight, in that magenta-colored bandage dress that just hugged every part of your body just right, cupped your fat breasts perfectly— just enough for him to look down into your cleavage. hell, no boy will be able to handle your body right, only your daddy knows you, knows how and where you like to be touched. fuck. he needs to stop thinking like this. right now. but he knows. he knows how pliant you’d be for him, you’re already such a deprate thing for his attention, imagine how desperate you’d be for his thick co—
there were three loud knocks on the door that snapped jack out of his thoughts. it was the additional three more than made him get up and open the door, and what he what he saw was more upsetting that anything. it’s you, shaking in your little purple dress, trying to hold in your sobs, fat tears streaming down your face. you're so down in your sorrows you don't even realize the door opening before jack pulls you hard into his embrace, trying to console you. “hey- hey princess, breathe.. breathe... bad date?”
you begin to sob into his chest harder. you try to voice out your problems— but you're so hurt right now. “h-h-he—” jack's still trying to calm you down. “deep breaths, my girl.” you wanted to tell him where your best friend was too, that she was just sitting in the car on the phone still enjoying extra time with her date, but those words never made it out of your mouth. “he-he ignored me the entire time! i really thought this would be different..” then you asked the most heart wrenching question, it made jack want to cry with you. “no one will ever love me.. will they, dad?” that settles it. jack can't see you like this anymore.
“babygirl, no. look at me. i love you. me. your daddy loves you. and that’s all that matters. fuck all those other stupid boys out there, they can't treat you right bun, they can't see how much of shining star you are. say the word and i’ll do it. i’ll make sure he’ll never hurt you again.”
you don’t really care about the guy anymore. you never really did, all you’re thinking about is jack now.. your sniffles and sobs have gone down from his mini-monologue, and all that fills your brain is how warm is his hard chest feels against your head and torso. you look at up at him through your lashes with red rimmed eyes as you thank him for making you feel marginally better about yourself. “it’s okay.. thank you daddy, you made me feel all better.” you hear your voice begin to slur.. oh god.. you hate how he turns you to mush so easily..
jack hears it too, so he just couldn't help himself when he presses his lips against yours, hard, loving your surprised moan into his mouth. you reciprocate to him quickly, and he loves it. “fuck, there's my sweet girl.” he grumbles onto your skin while peppering sloppy kisses all over you face. you submit your body to him completely, going limp in his hands as his kisses you dumb. “i'm sorry kiddo, i just wanna make you feel good. something these shitty boys in your generation can't seem to comprehend.”
he drops farther down past your jaw, kissing and sucking faintly onto your neck, licking stripes here and there to see what you like— you like the way his hands are teasing between your thighs, grabbing the fat of them both. he wants to go to the forbidden place between your legs, he just needs your permission to go there. you’ll practically let him do anything to you when you've become subby and needy, so he just needs simple confirmation from you. “do you want it again baby? want dad’s cock to make you feel good? i promise i’ll take all of your worries away my girl, i’ll only bring you happiness and pleasure." you whimper in reply, center leaking because now jack has his finger slightly carressing your clit through the fabric of your damp panties. “dad, please. make me feel good, again.” with the bucking up of your hips into his finger and the verbal confirmation, that’s all it takes for him to make you his.
he carries you swiftly to his bedroom before setting you down gently onto his large bed— giving you one last kiss onto your mouth. god, he can’t get enough of your sweet lips, but now he wants to see more of you. “take your dress off, bunny.” you slide your dress above your head, clad in your lace bra and panties- with a visible wet patch showing. jack knows he's hard, throbbing even— but he wants to absorb you, tease you before taking you entirely. all you do is swing your legs back and forth as you patiently wait for him to use you as he pleases.
as he approaches you to stand right infront of you, he places his hand on your face, thick thumb brushing against your lower lip, you immediately catch it into your mouth. jack praises you for catching on quick. “mm, good fucking girl.” you feel your hole gush again. god, you need your daddy so badly. you want to swirl and lick around the salty digit. but he has it pressed down onto your down tounge - making tiny circles into the muscle. you squirm and shake, whining around his finger— needing more friction. “i’m sorry bun, i’ll stop teasing.. want more?” you nod eagerly around his finger. he lifts the pressure up slightly and you immediately begin licking and drooling all over him- like a dumb little baby.
“you’ve been needing this, huh little girl? just needed dad to give you some little extra attention, hm?” you gurgle on his thumb and his thrusts it in and out of your mouth. when he pulls it out of your needy mouth- there's one long line of spit that connects until jack breaks it apart. filthy thing. he thinks as he takes in your desperate form.
“now, take your panties off..” he commands you again, and you oblige. you love the way he looks at you as show him your bare, glistening pussy. fuck.. before he puts his cock in you, he has to taste that pretty cunt.. you just look so cute baring all yourself to him. he gets down on his knees gently, but when you see him hold back a grunt, you get a little worried. “daddy.. are you okay? is it your fake leg?” jack chuckles at that.
you just had the worst date of your life and you're worried about wether or not he's comfortable kneeling on his prosthetic. jesus fucking christ— he loves your selfless, adorable, sexy, self. “no, no kiddo, ‘m just fine. now will you let daddy taste your pretty little flower?” his breath is brushing against your inner thighs as he speaks, slowly planting little kisses in between. you shiver slightly but giggle at the feeling of his stubble scratching and poking at you. “daddy!! it tickles!” you babble out, but your laughs quickly become moans and you feel him like a stripe from sopping hole all the way up the your swollen clit and sucks. your hands fly to his silver locks, keeping him held in between your legs.
he knows how much you love his fingers, so he shoves one thick finger into your cunt, while still kissing all over your needy clit, preening with the way your pussy sucks in his finger so easily— soaking the edge of his palm with your slick. your walls are so hot, gripping his finger like you need more. don’t worry, daddy's gonna fill you all up.
as he's thrusting his finger in & out of your cunt, all you hear are his smacks and slurps as he makes out with your pussy. biting the edges of your outer lips— massaging your clit with his warm, wet tongue before press down onto your swollen bud entirely. it's not long before you feel yourself trembling and more slick than normal gushing out of your filled hole.
“d-dad.. i think its c-coming out.. t-think im cumming.” you see jack brows curl up is surprise. fuck, already? jack needs to fuck you more often, you orgasm tolerance can't be this low, he only has one finger in you. that and he wants to live between your wet thighs. he can't get enough of how sweet your pussy tastes, god— these stupid boys don't know what the fuck they're missing. “sweet personality, and a sweet cunt. those boys wouldn't know what to do with my girl, only your dad knows how to treat you right.” you wanted to reply to him, but you felt your orgasm come down over your entire body— kicking your legs back and forth around jacks head as you spurt out hot liquid around his finger. jacks lapping up all your fluids, not wanting to waste a single drop of you.
“dada.. y-you made me go everywhere..” you mumble as your chest heaves up and down. jack breaks away from your pussy and pulls his soaking finger out- making you whimper slightly, you can see how the lower part of his face is glistening and you feel slightly guilty, but it's on him for devouring your pussy like that. “i’m sorry doll, you just tasted so good, i couldn’t help myself. now..” he grabbed your limp wrist before sliding his hand with yours— taking your hand and palming right against his hard cock. you gasp at how big it feels. “are you gonna let daddy put this in you?” you nod rapidly but he needs you to be verbal. “speak, kid.” he drags your hand up against his hard shaft again, you can feel the way it’s throbbing. “y-yes.. stuff me with your cock, dad.. p-please.” your eyes begin to water. you need it so bad. but have patience, jacks not gonna torture you for long.
he lifts up the plain black shirt, now seeing his naked torso—brown & greyish hairs littered at the center of his chest. you feel your pussy begin to leak once more as he removes his pants, freeing his stiff cock, god, you know he's been inside you only one other time but fuck, you remember how big he was in you, how he could barely fit, and it worries you a little. but it’s like jack’s reading your mind because he then reassures you.
“don't be scared.. i’ll go slow.. just like last time..” jack then takes your other wrist and pairs it with the other before raising your hands above your head. before you can protest, he's kissing your hot mouth again—reaching for your pink muscle. he his has your right where he wants you. he's preparing to fill you with his dick, feeling his fat tip prod against your dripping center. you moan in his mouth, back arching— slightly squirming up under him, jack can't help but to press more of his cock into you.
jacks groaning into your mouth too— he can't help it with way your cunt's stretching around him. you feel so fucking good up under his solid frame, he wants it to stay like this forever. he’s halfway into your cunt when he asks if you're okay. you babble out it's so big.. but you want him to keep pushing, so he does. you gush with each new inch in you, you feel somewhat relieved when he finally bottoms out in you, feeling his balls brush against your damp asshole. but now you want him to move. you don't have to tell him before his you feel his cock slide gently against your walls, creating a rhythm. it takes ten seconds for him to find a speed but he’s slamming in & out of your hot pussy, tip slapping against your womb.
“does that feel good, princess? you like the way daddy feels inside you?” you squeal out in approval, hole gripping and convulsing around his thick cock. that date is long gone from your mind, all you're thinking about is the hot pleasure your daddy is giving you between you legs. all jack wants to do is fill you up with the hot seed, that's flowing towards the tip of his cock.
“that’s my good little girl. fuck, you gonna let daddy cum inside you? i think you want it. say you fucking want it baby..”
a/n: @goldieloxxxx i hope u like! i typed wayyy more than i intended to but your trope was godly so i had to!!
Creepypasta Play Wrestling HCs
Characters: ticci toby, eyeless jack, masky, hoodie, jeff the killer, homicidal liu
Warnings: before we start i know a lot of people feel some type of Way about play fighting. like it brings up bad memories and triggers their fight or flight response, or they worry that it’ll lead to something more violent down the road. those are valid emotions and i acknowledge that.
these HCs are very self indulgent, play fighting and rough housing is something that i personally find fun but not everyone is me and that’s perfectly ok. i want to emphasize that in these scenarios both parties are comfortable and this interaction is consensual, which is what separates play fighting from abuse. everyone present is safe and would all back off the moment they were told to. the creeps ain’t no woman beaters!!
slightly suggestive content ahead as well
Did You Get Enough Love?
HuckleRabbot The Pitt Social Media AU
Part Nine: Party Time
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Dennis stood in the kitchen and watched from the counter as Trinity blushed at Al Hashimi's instagram comments, while others were still playing beer pong which was more just alcohol pong at this point as they were using more alcohol other than beer.
He sighed a little and looked around a bit before grabbing his keys and walking out of the apartment, he goes down the stairs and ends up outside on a bench near the apartment building.
Dennis sat there alone for a while until he heard footsteps and then two bodies sat next to him on the bench, "I'm not running off, I just wanted some air."
"We know." Robby said as he opened a new beer and sipped it as he leaned back against the bench,
"We wanted to join you." Jack added as he took his prosthetic off and rested it against the bench, letting out a sigh of relief when it was off.
"You two, I am fine, I don't need guard dogs." Dennis said and sipped his beer.
Robby chuckled a little, "we're not guarding you, we just want to spend time with you." Robby said.
Dennis nodded a little and looked down into his drink, he sighed and didn't turn his head to look at either of his bosses, "I don't know why you two want to be around me, I'm a fucking mess."
"And we're not?" Jack asked.
"We're just as fucked up, Dennis." Robby said.
"You know, Jack gave me a nickname it feels weird that you haven't."
Robby looked at Dennis softly, "well how about I just call you darling, okay?" Robby said.
"God." Dennis mumbled and chuckled softly as he ran a hand through his curls, "people are going to think we're dating."
Jack just made a dismissive motion with his hand, "people can think what they want, I just want you to do whatever is best for you at this moment."
Dennis looked between them both, it wasn't a definite "we won't date you" type of thing but it still left Dennis unsure about how they actually felt about him, they gave him nicknames and they were worried for him so they had to like him somehow, right?
He hummed after a while and looked up, staring into the sky a bit as he thought about what Jack and Robby said. He could feel the two older men looking at him and he didn't want to know what they were thinking, instead Dennis just furrowed his eyebrows in disappointment.
"You can't see the stars here...too much pollution..." He mumbled.
Robby and Jack both looked up with him, "yeah its a shame." Robby mumbled as him and Jack just sat there with Dennis
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i love making these three wait to actually do anything together
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Omg please do more of female but pretending to be male prefect I need this as a series I wanna see all the dorms reactions to this starting off with heartsbyul of course!! Tysm if you actually do this I have loads of ideas lol
yes i am planning on it! so far I have ignihyde and savanaclaw dorm planned out with pomefiore having a super rough outline...!
adding a read more to elaborate on the ideas, ignore if you want to keep it a secret