cw: f!reader, smut (mdni), like… watersports but tame (?), my first time dabbling with that, it’s really more bladder control, I guess? correct me if I’m wrong, daddy kink, forced orgasm (again, kinda?)
Jack can be so mean. So mean.
Whenever his fat cock is bullying your cervix, your slick walls molded to his shape, you always feel the pressure on your bladder with every thrust.
Today, he’s already drawn three or four orgasms from you, and your cunt feels raw. So sensitive that every pass of his fingers over your clit sets your nerves aflame and your hips buck wildly.
“Jack,” you gasp.
All you get in reply is him shushing you.
“Take it, baby,” he grunts, “you’re doing so good. Just take Daddy’s cock.”
One of his arms is planted next to your head, where he stabilizes himself. The thick cords of muscles work every time he rolls his hips towards yours. You’re so boneless by now that your head has lolled to the side, your eyes transfixed on his forearm. If you had a little more strength left in you, you’d bite down hard on the sun-kissed flesh just to have something of him between your teeth.
You’re ripped out of that daydream when Jack’s other hand suddenly presses down on your stomach. He only means to feel himself—the way his cock slides into you and slightly distends the ceiling of your lower tummy. But he presses a little too hard, too deep, and you squeal with surprise when you feel the pressure in your pelvic area.
Jack stops immediately, his brows knitting together.
“What? You okay, baby? Am I hurting you?” he asks hurriedly.
You feel your face heating up (even more) as you shake your head.
“No,” you stammer, “I… that… you’re gonna make me… that makes me feel like I have to pee.”
You can almost see how the information enters Jack’s ears and travels up to his brain, where it sits for a second before his eyes light up.
“Yeah?”
He grins and resumes his thrusts, his hand remaining on your tummy. He doesn’t push down yet.
The level of smugness on his face should be studied.
The heat between you rebuilds after the brief interruption, and you almost forget what had been one of the most embarrassing moments ever to you.
But to Jack? That was information worth millions.
He kisses your neck and hikes up one of your legs to aim even deeper into you, then watches your face. With your eyes closed, you don’t notice just how intensely he examines every micro-expression you make, including the light twitch of your brows when he goes particularly deep.
His palm is warm against your belly, grounding you—until it doesn’t.
Jack smirks as you squeal again while his hand presses down right above your pubic bone.
“Ja-ack,” you gasp, “stop it.”
He shakes his head and fucks into you deeper as he keeps up the pressure on your bladder.
“Just let go, baby,” he instructs, “c’mon. Make a mess for me.”
You shake your head, your face now uncomfortably hot.
“No, Jackie, please,” you beg.
Your plea falls on deaf ears.
He holds you down with that hand on your belly and keeps aiming his tip right at your G-spot. Your thighs tremble as you whimper.
“J-Jack, please,” you try again.
“That’s not your word, sweetheart,” he reminds you. “C’mon, trust me. Make a mess on Daddy’s cock.”
You whine and beg, torn between chasing the pleasure growing in your core and saving yourself from a huge embarrassment.
In the end, it’s not like you have a choice. Jack’s rhythm leaves you no other option but to cum, and the second he hears that high-pitched moan spill from your lips, he intensifies how hard he pushes down on your tummy.
When you cum, your juices spray everywhere. Jack watches with amazement, not quite letting up as you soak his cock and sheets, your wetness dripping everywhere. He twitches inside you as you keep squirting with every roll of his hips until you’re empty.
“Fuck, baby, that- that was amazing,” he rasps. “Can you do that again?”
Summary: After a small kitchen accident you have to sneak into the Pitt to have the wound taken care off before Jack finds out and bans you from using knives or something equally insane. Poor Javadi gets the wrong idea, and Robby is stuck in the middle.
Warnings: none
Word count: 1.6k
You watched the blood start to stain the outermost layer of cloth wrapped around your hand and cursed. It was going to need stitches. You’d considered sitting in chairs but as soon as your name went into the intake system the game would be up, you’d have to sneak in. It wouldn’t be hard, almost anyone would just assume you were here to see Jack. Or you hoped they would. Deep breath you though, before marching yourself into the Pitt.
You saw Jack immediately, it was always like that. No matter the room or how crowded, you could always find him. And him you. That was the issue. But lady luck was on your side as you watched him quickly duck into a room, shouting orders in a way that did not have you rubbing your thighs together.
It had been a minute since you had visited Jack but you were surprised to see so many new faces, you were quick to grab the first passing warm body with a stethoscope around their neck.
“Hi Doctor…” you trailed off looking at the younger woman.
“Um Doctor Javadi?” She looked around confused. “Sorry, can I help you?”
“Yes. Please. I need you to put me in a room and find Robby. Please just Robby.” You held her gaze hoping she would understand you.
“I’m sorry, you need to go back out there and wait to be called, you shouldn’t ha-”
“I know! I wouldn’t normally do this but please I promise Robby will sort everything I just can’t be here” you gestured to the open floor. “Please”. There must have been something convincing enough in your tone because the woman sighed and quickly took you towards the empty room.
Once you were inside the young doctor stood awkwardly hovering by the door. “Um look he’s going to ask me what this is about so can you at least let me look at your hand?” You winced trying to weigh up your options about exactly how pissed you wanted him to be when he found you. Javadi watched you nibbling on your lip nervously, only adding to the growing concerns in her head. “Listen if you don’t want someone to know your here-” she was cut off by your sharp laugh.
As Javadi tried to move closer to you again, you saw a blonde familiar woman walk pass the glass in the door. And walk back. She looked at you through the glass for half a second before barging in.
“Absoluely not!” She pointed her finger in your direction, as you gave her a sheepish grin. “I swear to god this is the last time, do you hear me!”
“Yes ma’am” you said in a quiet voice. She shook her head at you, before sticking her head out of the room and shouting for Robby.
You used your good hand to rub your eye, the stinging pain really starting to get to you now. It wasn’t unbearable but you were tired and almost wished you had asked for Jack now.
Robby was quick to shuffle into the room, lighting up as he saw you. “Hey kid, what you doing in my house?” You waved your bloody stump of a hand at him pouting. “That looks like it hurts, can I have a look?” He was gentle with you unwrapping it to look at the cut winching. “That looks like it will need stitches, kid.” He looked up at you and something wordless seemed to pass between you before you shook your head.
Doctor Javadi opened her mouth to offer to do the stitches, there was no need for the chief of the department to do that, but Dana just took her arm firmly and guided her out off the room.
When the door was closed she turned to the older woman. “I think something is going on. With the patient.”
“With her and Robby?” Dana laughed.
“No, she was really scared, I think maybe there’s something wrong with her home life?” Dad sighed.
“What she is, is spoiled. I promise. You did the right thing raising your concerns to me, but that” she jerked her thumb towards your room, “isn’t fear. We’ll not like your thinking anyway”. She laughed walking off.
Javadi tried to keep distracted but her mind kept wandering to the mystery woman. Jack walked over to her by the board, “hey have you seen Robby?” and she couldn’t stop her eyes flashing to trauma 3 where he was still with that woman. Jack looked back at the board to see that room listed as empty before walking towards it before she could say anything. Javadi bit her lip and contemplated for half a second before following behind.
“Who exactly was going to tell me that my WIFE was in the ER?” She had never heard Jacks voice so furious, as she quickly entered the room behind him. The woman was now clinging onto Robby and quickly to hide behind the other man, while Robby was stood near the head of her bed.
“Oh don’t worry, wife of mine, I see you there and we will be having a talk after.”
There was a quiet squeak of “okay” from the woman in the bed, but from this angle Javadi could see the wide grin on her face.
“Look brother, she asked me to stitch up her hand so you wouldn’t know she cut it open with a knife.”
“Hey!” you called out indigently at your partner in crime giving you up under no pressure. “Next time I’ll ask the nice doctor over there to help me then”. You punched Robby lightly in the arm, as Jack gaze turned to Javadi who gulped. “Leave her alone Jackie she didn’t even know who I was. Go back to yelling at Robby!”
Robby turned with his hand over his heart in mock hurt.
“Everyone out”. Robby bent down and kissed your head before walking out, winking at Javadi as they both left. You started to climb out of your bed, “not you” Jack said in a voice that absolutely didn’t have your heart doing summersults.
Outside Javadi looked at the older man, “so she isn’t being abused?” It wasn’t professional but her mind was racing. Robby laughed so hard she was worried the old man was going to fall over and she’d need to get someone to help lift him up.
“Oh god no, you won't find anyone more loved and spoiled. That’s partly the problem. Jack is terrified of her being hurt and wants to protect her from the world. And when he can’t and she gets hurt she doesn’t want him to know. Partly because it upsets him, partly because he’s now going to insist that if she wants to cook he will do all the chopping”.
“Isn’t that kinda overbearing and controlling?” she was really crossing some personal boundaries here but Robby started it.
“Eh” he said shrugging, “ask her if she minds”, and he left.
Javadi saw a few more patients, getting updates and discharging as quickly as she could but her gaze drifting to trauma 3 several times. Finally Jack found her, “I am about to head off but she wants to speak to you quick while I pack my shit up” he nodded towards your room as if there was any doubt who he was talking about and left.
She knocked on the door, you turned, smiling at her and waving her in, your hand now significantly less stumpy. “Hey thanks for seeing me. I am sure you are super busy. It’s just Dana mentioned that you thought I was scared of um of Jack?” You trailed off, not too sure how to have this conversation.
“Oh my god, I am so sorry. I just. I mean when you came in, I um. I am sorry”, it tumbled out her mouth so quick it was hard to follow. You reached forward grabbing her hands.
“No! Not at all. I am sorry, I must have given you the worst first impression” you laughed. “It’s just I don’t like to worry Jack. So I usually sneak in and get Robby to fix me up.”
“He um, he mentioned.” She hummed, a questioned written all over her face.
“Go on hun, ask me whatever it is thats eating away at you.”
“It’s just Robby mentioned that Jack probably won't let you cook now?” You laughed harder at that. Why is this all so funny to everyone Javadi thought.
“Probably not” you sighed, “at least not while he’s home.”
“It’s that frustrating” you sat down on the edge of your bed and patted the other side for the doctor knowing she could use a few minutes off her feet.
“I, like most, have some issues from childhood. And I always found it hard to believe when people cared about me. I have never second guessed or doubted Jack’s feelings for me. The way he loves, is the way I need to be loved.” It seemed so simple when you put it like that.
“But why hide it? Especially today, you must have known that you would need stitches. Did you think he wouldn’t notice?” She watched your face light up again, this time with a smug grin on your face.
“Doctor, if I have to explain that bit too you, I am afraid you’ve not met the right person.” you said winking. Before she could ask another embarrassing question, Jack barged into the room with his bag slung low over his shoulder. He nodded at Javadi, before standing in front of you.
“Come on then trouble, lets get you home so we can finish our chat.” You stood but before you could walk around him, Jack dipped down and picked you up over his other shoulder. You screamed and giggled kicking your feet as Jack walked passed Javadi with a smug grin on his face like the the cat who got the cream.
Javadi watched them go, slightly less confused than before. “So how did you like meeting Mrs Abbot?” Dana asked from the door.
tw daddy kink, bladder control, at work shenanigans ! 18+ mdni.
thinking ab softdom!jack and nurse!reader who’s working the nightshift for the first time in forever and has lowkey forgotten how insane it can be at times so you simply haven’t found time to pee! and jack notices you need to pee bc you always walk a little funny when your bladder is full (nobody can REALLY notice but he sees everything.)
when you finally get a sec you’re about to push open the bathroom door but he literally sneaks up behind you and blocks it with his huge ginormous sexy arm and smirks in the way he knows will get you to do whatever he’s asked, regardless of how insane or inappropriate it may be (especially at work)
so when he asks you in that sugary voice if you can hold it a little longer, obviously you cave.
“you think you can hold off a little longer, sweet girl?”
“jack, i need to pee! i’ve been holding it for hours and this is the first chance ive gotten!”
“i think you’ve forgotten who i am, hm? being at work doesn’t change that, does it?”
you melt at his tone because he’s not wrong! it’s just been some time since you and jack had worked together and your need to pee was throwing you off.
“daddy,” you murmur, so shy and frantically looking around to make sure nobody heard you. “i really need to pee and i would appreciate it if you’d let me.” your murmur was slowly transitioning into a whine, and if you were home you might’ve started full on begging. but you shouldn’t have to at work! still, you gave daddy your best puppy dog eyes and hope that it conveys the message of begging.
it does.
you can tell it does from the way jack smirks at you. you know exactly what’s coming, and it isn’t you getting your way.
“i think my baby can hold off a little longer. i’ve seen you do it in the past. don’t you wanna be a good girl for daddy?”
and that’s all it takes. your knees almost buckle at his words but you are determined to go about your night. and you knew that if you really needed to go, you could just tell jack! or you could easily safeword out of this situation if it was really dire.
after a couple more hours of throwing yourself into your work, doing everything possible to avoid thinking about your bladder, you pull jack aside, grateful for a the quiet moment.
“i really need to go now, daddy,” you whisper. “please, can i?”
jack beams at you asking permission like such a good girl! even at work! so, of course, he doesn’t deny you.
and if he pushed you towards the disabled bathroom and followed you inside, that’s nobody else’s business.
cw: puppyplay, puppy!reader, daddies jack + robby, anal play (tail butt plug), cage stuff, rough robby + jack
puppy!reader sneaking out to a club but she gets caught by her daddies, robby and jack, so they take her home. strip you naked, put your tail plug in, then shove you into your cage.
you know the rules: don’t go outside without one of your daddies, or without their permission. you did both! but they know u feel so bad because you’re sobbing and nuzzling into their thighs, “i’m sorry, ‘m sorry, ‘m sososo sorry—” spilling from your lips like a siphon, but they’re so mean and they won’t budge :(
telling u how bad a girl you are, sneaking out and letting boys your age flirt with you. “you like it when those immature boys flirt with you?” says jack, followed up by robby with “you like being a slut, hmm? going against ur daddies? that’s what bad girls do.”
“nononono!” you cry, grabbing at their belts through the bars to try and get their cocks out. “i’m a good girl! daddy, i swear ‘m a good girl—”
jack’s boot connects with the cage, making you even more upset because jack is always nicer than robby, even just by a hair. you must’ve really upset them!! and you don’t even know what to do to make it better because you know you’ve been a bad girl.
instead of leaving u on your own until you wail yourself to sleep, robby grabs a chunk of your hair and pulls and crushes ur cheek against the bars. “eyes on me, puppy,” he demands, refusing to let u look behind you where jack seems to be fumbling with the metal bars.
when robby finally lets u go, u sink back on ur knees to whine. only, there’s something hard rubbing up and down ur ass cheek. u look behind, just to see a thick, glittery pink dildo strapped to the cage with a raggedly cut strip of ur favourite nightgown.
you really want to cry because they ruined one of the first nightgowns they ever bought you, and it was such a pretty sunshine yellow! before you can even think about it, jack’s pointing his phone towards ur face.
“you wanna be a good girl? ur gonna fuck yourself stupid on that cock, ‘kay, puppy?”
@WHIMSILVERHAND '26
pls tell me if i missed any tags guys!! also thinking about changing up my theme
Working on a really fun fic where you end up rooming with Jack and Robby because they need the house less quiet when they come home, but they can't help babying you and corrupting you into being their desperate free use little toy who lives to make her daddies happy
Something something Jack holding your mouth open and spitting Robby's cum in it after they made you sit there tied up watching them get each other of as punishment for something you don't even remember doing anymore
