content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, f!reader, icky domesticity, pet names, fauxcest -> use of dad / daddy / kid, mention of spanking.
jack kind of uses your dad kink against you sometimes.
like when you refuse to get up and give him a proper kiss in the morning before he leaves. it’s not your fault that it’s 5:45 and you’re not used to him leaving so early. fuck robby to hell and back for needing to switch shifts. you’re just way too cozy and sleepy to open your eyes all the way. he has to resort to more effective tactics to make you stir, like tickling the sole of your foot that’s peeking out from under the covers. right through your cutesy sock that most definitely doesn’t match the other one you’re wearing.
“c’mon, baby cakes. dad wants to see your pretty face— you can go right back to sleep once i’m gone.”
the annoyed whine that falls from your lips is music to his ears.
you finally move, pushing yourself up before turning on your side to look at jack. one hand comes up and shoves your sleep mask onto your forehead as your face scrunches and your heavy eyes blink open. there she is, jack thinks to himself. his spoiled princess.
he huffs out a laugh and leans over you, face inches away from yours as he speaks to you softly, “here i am— trying to give my girl a chance to say goodbye and get a big mornin’ kiss, but she’s too busy being a sleepy brat. you’re breaking dad’s heart, kid.”
“‘m not being a brat, daddy…” you mumble in return. your features relax, now you’re looking up at him with big eyes and lifting a hand to rub his face as he moves closer, feeling his stubble in that way you like to. one of the small things you do to remind yourself he’s all yours.
“beg to differ.” he whispers against your pouty lips.
then he places a smooch right on them. then another… and another. all sweet and warm and enough to make you sigh. you can smell his shower gel on his skin and the comforting scent makes you dazed with something other than slumber. he trails a hand down your arm, reaching for your fluffy duvet to tuck you back in all snug. he ignores the small sound you make when he pats your ass through the material.
“for the love of god, be good today.” he mumbles, “i don’t wanna bend you over my lap when i get back like last time.”
summary ﹏ you have been bratty all fucking day long, whining about being hungry, your feet hurting even though ben told you to change shoes, asking him to carry you. when you both get back to the house, he makes sure to teach you a lesson or two.
cw ﹏ ( +18 ) mdni / no plot smut. afab!reader. reader & ben have bushes!!!! fauxcest (ben calling himself & making reader call him dad). petnames (kid & doll). brat / brat-tamer dynamic. dirty-talking. praise / degrading. mocking. orgasm denial & control. humiliation. unprotected piv. she / her pronouns for reader's genitalia. slight hair pulling. messy fluids focus (saliva, wetness, cum). oral fixation. rough sex. squirting. creampie / internal ejaculation. overstimulation. light impact play (spanking). drug use (weed / ben smoking). lack of aftercare.
reblog is a creator’s best-friend, thank you!!
“See? That’s what happens when you’re now fucking listening to your dad.” A whine escapes from your mouth at the words coming from Ben.
You want to tell him how icky and disgusting he is for calling himself that when he has his fat cock buried all the way inside of your sloppy, throbbing cunt. You want to tell him how much of a pervert he is, how he should shut up and keep fucking you—but that wouldn’t work at all, and so, you just shut up.
You had been bratty all day long, Ben’s words, obviously. You had asked for things when out shopping, had pleaded with him to buy you food, whined when your feet hurt just after one hour of walking even though he had told you to put on some more comfortable shoes. But no, you had to go and do what you wanted, pissing him off with whines and, “When can we get home?”, “I want to sit down now!” or “Beeeen, carry me, please!”
And Soldier Boy just had to show you how annoying you had been as soon as you both got home. He had dragged you to the couch, not even taking the time to get to the bedroom you both shared. Your clothes had been torn off, your favorite panties thrown away in the room before Ben had spit a fat glob of saliva on your cunt, making it glisten even more. He had been cruel—rubbing your clit with the pad of his thumb, smearing both wetness and saliva into the hair of your pussy.
It had never bothered him; how you preferred to keep your bush on (not that he had a say in it), on the contrary, it excited him if anything else.
He liked to burn of hair against his pelvis, the feeling of you wet and messy with juice and come mixing together. That’s why he now had you sit on his muscled legs, thighs on each side of his hips as he just watched you whine and try to rub yourself on him.
“Little fuckin’ pussy, all wet and tight around my cock. Y’think I should give her attention, doll?” He asked, his hazel eyes lifting up to the expression of your face like he wanted to see and hear you beg. Your thighs were shaking, two orgasms denied already and juice leaking from your entrance to drip down to the fat of your ass and into the crack just to stop at his balls. Ben’s hands were strong and firm as they kept holding your hips so you wouldn’t move and give yourself pleasure. One of your hands curled through his hair, tugging on the strands as if to push him closer, trying to kiss him. He clicked his tongue on his palate, shaking his head.
“What do you think you’re doing, kid? Want dad to make you feel good again? After you have been so bratty all day long?” He said, and your eyebrows furrowed at his words. “Ben—Don’t call yourself that, it’s so disgusting.” The words leaving your mouth only made him smirk because he truly could care less, and he knew the title made your right hole clench anyway. Like your body couldn’t deny the fact that it liked it. It liked Ben being disgusting and icky. “Your pussy loves it, doll.”
Your back arched as if to melt your body against his own, hips trying to rub and jiggle just to feel his throbbing cock deeper inside your hole.
He indulged you, strong hands shifting your hips just to lean his head toward your glistening pussy, spitting another fat glob of saliva right against your sensitive clit. The drool dripped to the hair resting at your puffy folds and around, adding wetness for you to rub your bundle of nerves against his own bush. “Ah! Yes, please, Ben…” He chuckled at the words, shaking his head. “It’s dad to you.” You whined, closing your eyes before rolling your hips once more. “Dad—Please…”
Ben then hummed, his fingers burying themselves in the fat of your hips just to help you rub down. Your gummy walls clenched around the girth of his fat cock, you swear to feel the veins running all the way to the length throb inside you, pre-cum mixing with your essence.
Your bush created a friction against his skin as you rolled your hips to find pleasure. All Ben did was watch you whine like you wanted his help, but his head only rolled against the leather of the couch. What an asshole, you thought to yourself; letting you do all the work like he couldn’t just grab you and fuck you.
You ignored him, well, did your best to. It was hard when your clit rubbed against the patch of hair above his cock, harder when you felt warmth coursing through your lower belly again and gasped, thighs burning and shaking from the effort. Only then did Ben speak up. “Want to cum? Want to cum around dad’s cock like some sort of icky girl?” He asked, voice loud enough for you to hear it and have your dripping hole clench around him.
His hands tightened their grip on the fat of your hips and you nodded. “Yes, I—I want to come, now… Please!” Sweat rolled down from your neck to the dimples at your lower back, your muscles contracted as you felt the orgasm trying to course through you. You only fastened the grinding of your hips then, mentally begging Ben to let you come finally. But a loud curse escaped you when he suddenly grabbed your thighs, stopping you from moving anymore, denying your orgasm for the third time now. “Ben, no! Please, fuck!” You whined loudly, upper body folding toward his chest as he shushed you quietly.
“Now, doll, that’s not how you ask for what you want. I fuckin’ taught you about being polite, didn’t I? Your fuckin’ generation and saying please, swear to God.” he groaned as he watched you, your eyes becoming all teary from being denied once more. Your walls clenched around his fat cock, you swore to feel his pre-cum ooze out of his tip to mix with your juices at the feeling of your sloppy pussy gripping him tight.
Both your hands moved to his shoulders to stabilize yourself as he groped the fat of your ass, suddenly. His strong hands spread your asscheeks apart, his cock sliding deeper inside your hole.
You could feel his mushroom head kiss gently the skin of your cervix, bringing both pain and pleasure through your body. Ben’s hazel eyes lowered to the state of your pussy; glistening bush pressed against his own pubic hair, messy, puffy and wet folds gripping his cock to keep him inside you like you didn’t want him anywhere else. “Lean back. Let me see that mess of a cunt.” He groaned, hands shifting your hips to angle them forward just so he could see himself inside your cunt, how your hole was stretching around his girth, the wetness creating threads to connect your bodies. Saliva and juice pooled at your clit, making the view more perverted.
Ben groaned at the view, licking his lips before looking back up at you. “All that for dad’s cock, fuckin’ icky girl. Look at your pretty pussy and that pretty bush. S’fucking making me throb. Want me to fuck you full, don’t you?” You immediately nodded at him, but remembered all too well how he had treated impoliteness before. “Yes, please… I want you to fuck me, dad.”
He groaned at the words leaving your mouth before nodding and his hands moved to your thighs to pull you back correctly on his cock, making you feel him all the way inside. A gasp left your mouth, making him smirk and he only replied by thrusting his hips up to slot against yours. “Ah! Mh, fuck, please…” You whined at him, not caring about how embarrassing you must look at that moment, truly needing him to fuck you.
Ben didn’t stop at that, his hips immediately taking a fast pace as they thrusted up against yours. His cock rubbed and hit the spongy spots inside your sloppy cunt, creating squelching noises that echoed inside the empty room. Your juice smeared around, wetting your bush and his own, creating a friction that almost burned. His groans and grunts hit your ears, making your walls clench, and his pace faltered for a second.
“Fuck, keep clenching that pussy ‘round dad’s cock, yeah? Show me how much you love when I fuck you.” He spoke, but you could only nod your head in answer.
Your hands moved, grabbing at his shoulders and down to his biceps as if it could help you stay up. His mushroom head kept hitting the spot at the entrance of your hole, making you moan out each time. Your body was begging for a release, the muscles of your thighs were burning and aching for a new position but Ben kept going, nuzzling his fat cock inside your cunt. His ballsack kept hitting the skin of your ass, creating slapping noises that sounded so perverted. You could feel your wetness running all the way down to his base, making your skin sticky against his own.
Ben’s head rolled against the leather of the couch once more before he moved it just so his eyes could lower to your hairy pussy; watching his fat cock disappear inside your hole. A creamy white ring of come had been created at the base of his cock, smeared into his pubic hair and yours.
He didn’t say anything, too busy focusing on fucking you, his hands moving to your hips and his digits tightened their grip on the fat there. He kept pulling you back down onto his cock each time he thrusted up, not letting you do any work, using you like his personal fleshlight. Your body bounced, his balls sticking to your ass, his pubic hair brushing against your very sensitive clit as you started to roll your hips to add pleasure. One of his hands lifted up to the back of your head just to tug on your hair, making you wince in pain.
Your eyes looked up at his face just to see him already watching you; his lips parted and eyebrows furrowed. “Fuck—Let me see that pretty face when I make you come, doll. Need to see how much y’like it.” He said, and your own lips parted just for your tongue to stick out, for saliva to drip from the tip of your tongue in a fat glob, hitting the skin at the valley of your breasts.
Ben groaned at the view, nodding his head. “You disgusting girl, what d’you want? You want dad’s cock? His finger?” A nod of your head was enough for Ben to let go of your hair, just to shove his finger inside your mouth.
His digit pushed against your wet tongue and you immediately closed your lips around his thumb. His other hand kept helping you down on his cock as his strong hips thrusted up, cock rubbing at your sweet spot. “That’s it, good girl, taking dad’s cock and finger so well. You were made for that, aren’t you?” He spoke as you sucked on his thumb eagerly, moaning his name as he slotted his cock inside you, making your pussy gush and leak down his shaft. One of your hands moved to hold his wrist so he wouldn’t put his digit away, your tongue rolling around the warm skin. The view of you like that made Ben fasten his thrusts, making you bounce harder.
You cried out around his thumb, tears forming at the corner of your eyes, drool dripping down your chin as you sucked on his thumb. Ben hissed as he watched tears slowly roll down your cheeks, his strong hand shifting your hips and angling them toward his body. The new position made his fat mushroom tip hit directly onto your g-spot, making you gasp loud. Your free hand moved to hold onto his shoulder like you had done before, and you tried to push his hand away from your face, but he clicked his tongue on his palate. “Keep suckin’ on that, kiddo. Let me see how you’d like to have my cock in your mouth next.”
You had no other choice but keep his digit inside your mouth as he thrusted back to slot his cock deep inside your dripping pussy. Louder squelching noises echoed around the room, your wet pussy clenching around his cock as he kept rutting his hips up. Ben groaned, eyes lowering to the clearer creamy white ring at the base of his shaft that your pussy had created, both of your bushes glistening with come and wetness.
Suddenly, Ben pulled his thumb out of your mouth and you were able to moan his name back, crying for release as big tears rolled down your cheeks to mix with saliva. You were a mess; muscles aching even more than before, sweat covering your face, breathing labored from the efforts.
Your walls clenched tightly around Ben’s cock when he pressed his wet and warm thumb against your slick clit. Your body squirmed at the feeling, an overstimulating sensation coursing through you; you gasped. “Mhpfhhpf, Ben! Ah, too much!” Ben only started to rub and circle your bundle of nerves after your reaction. “Too much? I thought you wanted to come? Want me to stop?” He groaned, mocking you through his actions and tone. You shook your head, lips parted wide and head becoming dizzy. “No, I—I want to come!” You replied to him, rolling your hips to feel both his cock and digit.
“Then be a good fuckin’ girl and take it, I know you can. Y’can be good for me, yeah? For dad?” He asked, making you cry out as his tip rubbed against your g-spot once more. He started to thrust up toward this spot specifically, making you gasp non-stop, and more tears rolled down your cheeks; you felt his fat cock throb inside your cunt at the view he had of you.
“Yes, yes, yes! I can be good!” You replied with a shaky voice, both hands lifting to the back of his head, fingers running through his strands and tugging on them. The tug was so sharp that Ben hissed and his thumb rubbed harder against your slick clit, his cock slotting itself deep inside your dripping pussy, kissing all the nooks and crannies of your gummy walls.
His Adam's apple bobbed up and down as his hazel eyes lifted up to your face. “About to come, aren’t ya’?”, he asked before looking down at the mess you were creating on his cock.
“Fuck, if only you could see your little cunt squeezing me up. Bet she wants me to stay all the way inside.” He grunted, words perverted and disgusting as they hit your ears, but only made you clench harder. A warmth started to spread around your belly, your muscles burning as you felt your orgasm showing the tip of its nose. “Ben—Dad! Going to come, please!” You said, rectifying yourself before he denied your orgasm again.
His hand on your hip tightened, his thumb on your clit rubbed faster as your walls clenched once again. “That’s my fuckin’ girl. So polite, aren’t you, baby? Go on, come on dad’s cock, make a mess for me.” He hissed and it sufficed you. Your lips parted wider, pupils blown out as you looked at him. He never stopped the stimulation of your clit as you came down his cock; the orgasm was strong and violent. Your whole body squirmed and twitched, and you tried to push yourself away from him. “God, god! Too much, please!” You cried, but Ben only groaned, his hips thrusting up harder for his cock to hit your g-spot. Your upper body folded against his chest as you drooled.
Your brain was empty of thoughts as he kept fucking you, pace relentless, overstimulating you. The muscles of your thighs contracted, your pussy clenched hard. “Fuck, that’s it, sweet little cunt… M’going to fill her up, yeah?” You were unable to reply, saliva dampening the fabric of his suit that he hadn’t bothered taking off. His bulbous tip rubbed against your clenched gummy walls, hitting your sweet spot on purpose. Ben was completely overstimulating you now, his thumb never stopping the circles around your clit, keeping pleasure course through your body.
You felt another type of warmth course through your body as Ben cursed, his eyes focused on your cunt—and suddenly, you were squirting all over his cock. He didn’t even seem surprised as he kept thrusting up, juices flowing out of you to drench his hairy cock, balls, hips and the leather of the couch. Loud squelching noises were created his cock thrusting in and out of your sloppy, dripping pussy. The essence coated your thighs, your bush and made it glisten, as Ben finally stilled inside your hole. “Here is it, baby, dad’s cum. All warm and ready for you.” He groaned at you.
His hips stopped moving, cock slotted all the way inside you as his thick, warm cum filled you up. His balls tightened, the muscles of his thighs clenching and you gasped; your body convulsing slightly as you felt his semen against your slick gummy walls, dripping back down to the base of Ben’s cock just to pool there after kissing your cervix.
Neither of you moved afterward, just breathing loudly before you watched the made-up soldier extend one arm to the side, grabbing a blunt from the side table, putting it between his lips. You’re about to move off of his lap but he looks up at you, shaking his head while lighting up the joint.
“Stay here. Your pussy’s warm, I like it. Want to watch my cum make a mess in your bush.” He just says, and you cough when he exhales the smoke toward your face, smirking. You can smell the weed from it, making you scrunch your nose.
“That felt good, uh? Bet ya’ liked calling me dad while I fucked you.” His words bring shame and embarrassment to you, but your sensitive walls clench around his cock without you realizing, feeling his semen slowly drip out of your hole. Ben hum then, smoking lazily on his blunt, looking at you with half-lidded eyes and a sweat-covered face. “You made a fuckin’ mess.”
You can only roll your eyes at his words, making his strong hand slap on the skin of your ass, the fat bouncing from his action. A gasp leaves your mouth at the sharp sting his hand leaves on your skin. “Hey, that’s so mean!” You voice at him but Ben only exhales more marijuana smoke toward you, making you cough.
“Don’t be fucking impolite, doll, or I’ll fold you in two on this couch and fuck your cunt until you beg me to stop.”
thinking about bunny!reader who is warming up to jackie and is riding him for the first time! however she is still a little nervy around him!!! but he feels so good😵💫 so ofc the only appropriate response is to piss herself while riding him!! all her big feelings spilling out <3
YES YES YES BRING ME THERE BRING ME THERE. oh my gosh bby ur brain is so yum. i hope u guys aren’t getting bored of piss tho bc all my requests have been piss based and i’ve been struggling to come up with ideas but yum!!!!!! and oh my goodness i was in the middle of another fic which is also piss but w robby yay! but this would come next chronically and it’s just too good to pass up!!!
poor little bunny sticks close to robby for the first week or so. it’s not her fault she imprinted on him! and he’s just so warm and big and she just loves to rut against his dick. and who is he to deny a pussy job, especially from a bunny who has the wettest cunt hes ever seen.
and yeah, he knows his dick is big. which is why he brings it up to jack that jack should be the first to fuck you.
“brother, what the fuck? are you telling me that my dick is small? because that’s not what you were saying before we got bunny.”
“jack, please. you know that it’d be better if you had bunny first. plus, maybe it could be a point of bonding for the two of you.”
“mike, you want our bonding to be me fucking her? jesus christ, brother. fine. what the fuck anyways”
so now jack has to figure out a way to get closer to you. this begins at bed time. in someways you’re like a cat. you can sleep whenever which works out in robby and jacks favor because they both like to spend time with you. the only thing you need is a nice little orgasm and you’re fast asleep!
jack usually doesn’t do much more than let you grind upon his leg. he worries for you after all! he doesn’t want to frighten you. but after some encouragement from robby, he’s decided to be more engaged.
after robby drops you off at the pitt and jack takes you home, he can tell how sleepy you are. ‘wanna nap now bunny huh? you’re just so sleepy baby, i know’ he sympathizes.
now while you might be a sleepy bunny, you’re not a dumb one. you know that when you’re with jack you’re usually rutting against his thigh and your little feet are thumping against the ground. so this time you prepare yourself to do just that. which is why you’re so suprised when he sits you around on his lap, his thighs hooked behind yours and spread you out.
‘something different and more fun this time, bunny girl’ and you just love fun things! so you nod eagerly along with him. he runs his fingers along your clit and watches as your little nose twitches. your little hands scratch at his forearms when he teases and he tuts and rubs quicker circles.
when you finally cum against his fingers your ears are twitching and your toes are thumping against the floor. you’ve curled into him in a way you’ve never done before and when you murmur ‘more more more please daddy’ he knows he’s got to fuck you.
but, you’re a considerate little bunny! and you know that your daddy was on his feet the whole day, so when he takes you into the bedroom and lays you down, you hop back up and push him down. ‘oh we’re a brave bunny now aren’t we?’ he teases. you don’t take it as such and nod enthusiastically. ‘alright then big girl, come hop on daddy’s cock’
you do just as your daddy says! and line up your wet cunt with his red cock. and usually you’re a little more talkative, but god his cock is so big and it stretches you out so nicely. so you just whimper and whine and thump your feet against the comforter.
and you’ve never felt like this before! never seen anything like your daddy’s head thrown back. never heard anything like the groans and moans that fall from his mouth when you settle fully down onto his cock and he is suffocated by your tight cunt. never felt anything like his rough hands bruising into your thighs!
and you don’t know what to do with this feeling! so when you whimper out a ‘daddy daddy please it’s not the same!’ you just don’t know what to do with yourself! and in your haze of pleasure, you cum more violently than he’s ever seen anyone. your head is thrown back and your eyes are rolling around in your poor little head. your thighs are quivering and your whole body wracks with sobs.
after your orgasm is finished, you think that you’re completely wrung dry. it’s not your fault that you piss all over your daddy’s belly and cock! you just have so many big feeling and you’re just a little baby bunny!
and it’s not his fault when he comes. the hot liquid just adds an level of pleasure and your ashamed little bunny face and twitching nose makes his orgasm imminent. you sit for a minute letting his cum fill you up and feeling his cock soften within your cunt.
the two of you lay there until he worries about eh possibility of you getting a uti in your little bunny pussy and he makes you shower. when you’re all clean and fast asleep, he texts robby at work.
brother, i think we’ve really bonded.
he also attached a picture of your abused cunt which is took after you passed out. robby steps into the bathroom to palm himself. only ten more hours then his shift is over
uhhh the pitt fauxcest. call that pittcest HEAVY FAUXCEST. you’ve been warned. @loves-alibi (you inspired me heavyyy)
having a girls day with aunt!dana and she’s got you on her lap saying she’s gonna teach you how to make yourself cum. after you complained to her about how all the boys your age can’t do it right. but apparently either can you! explaining that you’ve never been able to make yourself come without your vibrator.
her explaining that this is an easy fix, putting her fingers between your thighs while she hums about how pretty your cunt is. gently walking you through what she’s doing to you. then when you come, thighs shaking atop hers she pulls back and smiles.
“now let me see you do it baby, you were listenin’ right? or do I have to show you again.”
uncle!robby letting you ride his thigh while he kisses you, his large hands gripping your ass as he drags your cunt over the rough denim of his jeans. panties off, causing your slick to dampen his legs.
your moans muffled against his lips, the course hair on his cheeks scratching over your face with each kiss he gives you. tongue sliding over yours while he greedily drinks down your whimpers. before pulling back and looking down at the mess you’re leaving on him.
“you young things get wet so easy huh? or is it just you?”
dad!jack laying you down while he stuffs you full of his fingers. cooing at the way you push down on him. cunt eagerly taking his thick digits in. stretching open so perfectly to accommodate him. he almost laughs at the display. pulling out to admire the webs of slick clinging to his skin all made by you.
before shoving them right back in smiling at how you squeal body trying to run from the pleasure while simultaneously opening up more for it. for him.
“what a desperate little girl you are..god you’re so cute.”
sitting atop older brother!dennis’s face while he holds you down by your thighs. tongue licking up into you unashamedly, drinking down all the slick you produce. lips latching onto your clit and sucking as hard as he can. just so you can make that one noise he always loves.
his hips bucking up searching for friction as you grind down on him unintentionally. fingers gripping his curls just right. muttering apologies for being heavy.
“sh-shit..it’s okay. you’re not heavy at all sis..m’strong you know. and—and you taste really good..” he pants.
໒꒰ྀིっ ᵌ 𓏲ּ𝄢 𝒲HINY ’ND FRUSTRATED ❛ fem reader gets a little jealous about a nurse who keeps calling jack. jack shows her there’s nothing to be jealous about..
nsfw. p with some plot barely. fingering. dry humping. use of dad. age gappie. size difference implied. filthy mouthed !jack. jack is a tiny bit mean towards the other woman. taboo elements. last bit of this inspired by this post. bit of boomer jack, sorry not sorry. pet name.
“she’s.. she’s calling again..” you fought the urge to roll your eyes, open his phone, and delete the contact. that new nurse. who sought out jack and thought him to be the best person to shadow and take advice from. and ask out for drinks and a.. chat. about work, she claims.
you expected it. your boyfriend is attractive. and women his age would of course want to ask him out. give him their best flirty eyes and brag about what they can do for him. you knew it would happen. you’re not mad at jack. not mad at the women, just.. annoyed.
jack turned off the kitchen sink faucet and turned his head to look at you over his shoulder. he shook off his wet, sudsy hands from dish washing, steeling them against the edge of the counter. “say that again sweetheart, the water was running.”
your eyes unintentionally wandered everywhere but to jack. “just your nurse friend, she called just now..”
jack took a second to stare at the ceiling, thinking up all of the nurses he works with. who could be calling at this time? you two just finished dinner and jack was about to open your routine sweet treat. he doesn’t necessarily understand it, but you typically want it after dinner, so jack always brought something home for you. he narrowed an eye, turning back to you. “which one? is it urgent?”
you bit back a smile, not letting him make you forget the situation. “i don’t know, jack. i still can’t tell the urgency level of someone’s phone call without picking up first.” but he’s so convinced that’s a feature the phone has. like there’s a button option to press how urgent the matter is when you call someone.
“oh, okay.. they probably didn’t press the button. did you see who it was?” he passed the towel back and forth between his hands, patting them dry, then approached your cross-legged form on the sofa.
“the same one that’s been calling.. and asking you out for drinks. the one you told me about?”
because, yes, jack brought it up to you first. he was simply rendered puzzled when you told him you were surprised he mentioned it even though he didn’t take her up on the offer.
of course i would tell you.. a woman wants to spend time with me that isn’t my own. you should be aware of this, no matter what my response is. it’s your right to know..
even when the situation calls for you to be upset with your boyfriend, you had no reason to be. he does everything right. you have a man, not a boy. one, who at that, retains a maturity level you’ve never met in another before. you found a good one and you knew it.
jack nodded, coming to sit down beside you and pull your petulant form closer, close enough to place half of your body on top of his leg. his phone was still in your hand since you picked it up upon noticing the incoming phone call, so you wordlessly handed it over to him. but he made no attempt to take it and look for himself.
instead, he grabbed it without looking and set it off to the side. “what’s wrong?” he stretched his arm behind your head, bicep flexing comfortably while his other hand rubbed up and down your spread open thigh. all the while, he has no clue what the simple movements are doing to you. how quickly he made you forget why you’re annoyed. only made you focus on the dull throb forming in your mound and the small flicker of arousal in your belly.
“i’m.. i’m fine. she just.. she’s been calling a lot. i see it when you leave your phone while showering.. and i don’t.. i don’t snoop or anything. i don’t pry. i just.. wonder why she keeps it up. if you’re.. i don’t know,” you shook your head, flubbering your words and tossing your hands out, “i know you told me you’ve been rejecting her..”
jack nodded, taking in every word. the hand resting behind your head came up to rub the back of your neck as he shifted lower, bringing you higher up on his leg. letting his hand caress just on the side of where your underwear ended underneath your leggings. not so subtly close to your area.
“then what’s got you like this?” he murmured, eyes never leaving the side of your face. watching for your reaction. because he knows. he just wants you to say it. wants you to communicate your feelings with him. because communication turns this older guy on like nothing else. knowing you feel secure, knowing he’s made you feel safe. hearing you put your trust into him. being able to reassure you.. you could feel him growing hard underneath you.
you shrugged, attempting to close your legs when he barely gently pulled it back towards him. there was no escaping this position. or this conversation while you sat in it..
your face scrunched in a pout, biting at the plush on your lip. “you can go with her.. you can hang out with other women you know.. don’t feel.. trapped by me.” the words tasted like bile coming out of your throat.
he tsked, tilting his head a tick. “that’s not it.. because you know it’s my desire to be trapped by you. to accidentally knock you up.. make up an excuse as to why i can’t put a rubber on then act surprised when you take a test and show me those two little pink lines. you know i’d let you take and take from me until you’re carrying my youngin’. so that’s not the reason, try again.”
the switch of his demeanor from sweet, caring whispers to low, grumbly filth will never fail to throw you for a whirlwind. he does it so seamlessly. so effortlessly..
you knew the act was up. he’d already caught on before you noticed. there was no sugar coating or beating around the bush with this one.
you snuggled a little closer to him, still hiding your face. still a little.. ashamed of how you felt. “i can just see why she assumed it was okay to ask. you’re both in the same profession.. decade.. she just sees herself fit for you, and i understand why, that’s all..”
jack tilted his head in a nod, “mhm.. good job, that’s what i wanted.. ’m so glad you told me..” he let his hand come up to press flat against your cunt. one small rub, then a pat. like a reward..
“now could you tell me why you would think i’d be interested or even look at anyone that isn’t you?” his hand breached the seam of your bottoms, slipping inside and finding purchase outside of your panties.
you quivered on a whimper, slightly lifting yourself to sit up. “i don’t really.. it’s just sometimes i get in my head about our.. age difference, and how appealing you are on the eyes. is that what you want from me? compliments?” you attempted to sound rightfully annoyed but your jab just came out whiny and frustrated.
jack angled your body with the hand that remained in your pants, sitting you on top of his thigh. rocking you. you immediately gave into it, chasing after his hand that never left the dampening material. you turned your head to face his chest, his hand that rested on your neck, now pushing you into him. he rested his chin against your forehead, staring down at where you two were connected. watching the bulge of his hand in your pants move in tiny circles as he rubbed against you. watched you hump his leg, all needy and wanting, body betraying your forced words.
“no.. i don’t care about that. my pretty girl found me deserving of her time all on her own. that’s all i need. not the silly opinion of anyone else.. certainly not some coworker of mine who is damn near breaching sexual harassment codes with her insistence. i keep my phone unlocked for a reason, sweetheart. you could have blocked her if you wanted.. if she asked at work, i would have told her it was an accident. i’m too old to understand how the phone works, remember?” he murmured against your temple, placing a sweet peck as he slid the front of your underwear aside and prodded against you with his finger. pressed the tiniest of circles into you.
“mm..” you caught on a mewl, grinding onto his finger, ducking closer into his chest. “no, i wouldn’t.. ’s not necessary, i just.. didn’t like seeing her name come up. the reminder..”
jack swayed you both gently side to side, peering down to look as he pulled your bottoms away from your skin so he could capture how glistening your pussy was. how aroused you were getting from his simple touches. but you still didn’t sound sure.. and jack needed to hear that.
he buried his hand back in, the two materials hiding it once again. pulling taught against his intruding limb. pulling your lips up.. to the side, bunching, and swirling, pulling all sorts of sounds from you. he spread his own legs upon hearing them. slightly jerking up against your leg. slowly lifting his pelvis.. up.. down.. following your own movements.
“reminder of what? how fitting she would be for me? how age appropriate? you really think that’s what i want? some used up, floppy cunt that can’t even squeeze me like you do? a clueless bag that couldn’t catch a hint if it hit her in the face? you think i want anything but this tight, little body? this perfect, untouched pussy? my sweet, sweet girl who needs me to reach the top shelf for her? because she’s tiny enough to fit in my pocket and be my little pocket pussy? who has to teach me how to turn the flashing light on my phone when it rings because i can barely hear it? because i’m this perverted, old man who gets hard when his little girl gets all whiny and jealous? sweetheart, you’re not that naive..”
you squealed out, hand shooting out to try and stop jack’s. because you already felt so close.. he was just rubbing. fingers pushing your lips together and running up and down the sides. finger tapping right against your slit. two fingers swiping back and forth.. drawing you closer. psychically. you were nearly sitting on his knee trying to catch up to a hand that wasn’t even drawing away. humping on a thigh that swayed beneath you.
“i ca..! i can’t jack.. i think i need to..” you bit down hard on your lip, pausing your movement with your mouth agape, tiny high pitched whine escaping.
“oh sweetheart.. i would love to feel your tiny squirts on my hand. love for you to make a mess on me.. but i need to know you understand.. how gone i am for you. there’s no one else. no one can get me as turned on as you. make me want to fuck as hard as a i fuck you.. no one but you. with your blurry eyes and quivering cunt.. i just want to pull my little pocket pussy out in public and show everyone i’m the one making this pretty pussy feel so good. showing her what a real fuck is like.. how a real, loyal man treats his girl..”
you fisted your hand on top of his, rubbing yourself against him. letting out little dry sobs against his chest. rubbing your face into him, all open mouthed and blubbery. “i know.. i understand. you’re my.. my..” your eyes pinched closed, a tiny twitch erupting throughout you, coming out as a little squeal.
“it’s okay sweetheart.. you can say it, i know you can.. you can either say it or i’ll dial her number and leave us on speaker while i keep you on the edge of cumming. which one do you want, hm?”
“ng.. ah!” you rolled your face into his shirt..squeezing your legs around his unrelenting hand. “you’re my dad.. and you treat me so well..”
jack let out a low rumble, closing his eyes, getting lost in slipping around your pussy. hearing you say the words and feeling you need him. “there you go.. that’s my girl. daddy’s doing good? making his girl feel good? that’s all i need and you can let go, sweetheart. give me your little cunt juice..”
“yeah..! i feel good, i feel so good!” your lips curved into the greediest, excited smile. and jack saw it. then you were both a smiling, filthy duo.
Your genius, i’m gonna need more gross pervy pope cody like yesterday, need to moan and accidentally call him dad while hes just going ham and it like takes him a second to register what you said but when he does its just😩😩😩 (love a closeted freak x closeted freak)
omg yes…he’s absolutely plowing into you too. he’s pushing down on the back of your thighs, holding them to your chest. there’s a creamy ring around the base of his cock from the many rounds you’ve already gone, cumming time after time and he’s not showing any signs of slowing down. there’s a nasty little puddle under you, a mix of sweat and…your guys’ other bodily fluids.
and to make matters worse he’s pushing you to that floaty subspace, talking you up all sweet as he rolls his hips into your soul. you can barely think about anything else.
he’s all, “so fucking good baby, making me feel so good.”
“takin’ it so well, got the whole thing baby. m’so proud of my little girl.”
“yeah baby, that’s it. cmon, you can do it. jus’ gimme one more princess.” you’re GONE. so deep in that subspace you don’t even know what you’re saying.
you’re babbling under him, lashes fluttering against your cheeks as you grasp at his shoulders, your legs feeling like jelly against his thick torso. he leans over you, almost nose to nose as he slows his thrusts, wiping the stray hairs off your wet forehead. there’s a pronounced love when he fucks you like this, all slow n deep, so close to you it almost feels like fusing together.
“my good girl, you’ve done so good baby.. yknow that? look at you, been takin’ it and takin’ it, m’almost done baby don’t worry.” his breath is ragged as his voice is low, so quiet you can hear the scratch in his throat. your heart beats out of your body, you can’t handle how much he’s buttering you up.
“you love me, baby?” he coos, eyes dopey and hazy on yours, thatre still closed. “love you so much dad.. feels so good wouldn’t be like this with anyone else, always gonna love it.” you mewl, and he bites his lip in a grin, lifting back up and keeping that pace effortlessly. “yeah i know baby, don’t i know. such a good girl,” he whispers, head angeles down to watch him push into your aching cunt.
his abs tighten for the umpteenth time in the past two hours, and as he replays your confession, his heartbeat skips a little harder. did you just…? “wha.. what’d you say, babydoll?” he speaks up, brow quirked in curiosity. he licks his lips furiously, breathing hard out his nose.
you feel him start to pick up on how rough he’s being, his hips leaving that loving roll of them, and slowly turning into that slam against you. “h-huh, what?” you breath. “when you said you loved me so much, what’d you call me.” he groans, he feels his chest bubble with a newfound heat, something building in him.
“i said..i said Pope? what’s wro—” “no. you said dad.” he huffs, his grip on your thighs tightening as he slams his cock into you quicker now, “you,” he huffs, working himself up as he watches you shrink under him, embarrassment in your face. oh yeah, there it is. you said that shit. “baby, you said dad. you said dad.” he emphasized, eyes wider on you as his bicep bulge.
you’re squeaking out moans after each slam of his hips, your thighs burning at the force. “i-i’m sorry i wasn’t thinking Andy—”nuh-uh, don’t ‘pologize baby. keep fuckin’ going, know you wanna.” his canine peeks out as he bites his lip, a small smirk forming in the midst as he fucks you.
he’s over the moon, couldn’t believe the words coming out your mouth. no way his sweet, sweet baby was calling him dad in her head. “you’re so dirty, you think about calling me dad? huh? when i’m so deep in this needy cunt, filling you up that’s what you’re thinkin’ about?” he’s hammering your brains out, your head reeled back as moans fly off your tongue.
he’s making your head swell, you’re on cloud nine. it’s so embarrassing, degrading, yet it feels so good. “fuck you’re so good baby, so nasty. gonna be a good dad for my girl, yeah. know you want that. dads gonna take care of you.. sweet girl.” ohhh guess that means three more rounds >_<
Happy 1K !!!
requesting to share secrets: (lmk if I did this wrong haha!)
but dad/uncle!jack abbot being a dad in AND out of the bedroom !!
him brushing reader’s teeth, cooking r’s breakfast as he’s just come back from work…
daddy’s girl
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, f!reader, implied age gap, casual dominance, dom / sub dynamics, use of dad / daddy, pet names.
at the end of the day, jack’s pride and joy is being a provider. whether that means buying whatever your little, sugar coated heart desires or babying you until you barely know what to do on your own.
preferably a fair mix of both.
it starts off with the little things. ordering your food for you when you go out to eat, holding your hand everywhere and having you cling to his arm so he can see you, making sure you’re eating and sleeping enough. and then it becomes giving you a bed time and a list of rules to follow when he’s at work, it becomes reminders to mind your manners and always ask him for help even if it feels silly.
he’s molding you into the perfect daddy’s girl, and you don’t seem to mind. especially when he leans down and ties your laces before you leave for the grocery store, adjusting your cute socks that peek over your sneakers. or when he stands behind you in the mirror, holds your toothbrush in front of your face and says “open wide, baby cakes— let me help ya.” he sees the way your lips purse, all bashful and sweet.
the first time her refers to himself as dad, your eyes glaze over. it’s the confirmation he needed, you’re into it as much as he is.
“such a good girl for dad, hm?” he murmurs, holding you in his lap as you melt against his chest and take in his warmth. you’re wearing one of his old hoodies and cotton shorts, exactly what he helped you into last night while getting you ready for bed. it’s still stupid early in the morning for you— he got home an hour or so ago, eager to see his baby all sleepy but still bright eyed just for him. you stare at him as he speaks, taking in the tenderness in his eyes and the way his lips move.
“i never have to worry about you. i always know you’re makin’ the right choices even when i’m not here.” he continues the praise, squeezing one of your bare thighs while you nod at his words because he’s right. you have yet to break a rule.
“you’ll get your reward later,” the edge to his voice tells you that whatever he has planned might be more than just a few extra kisses and touches. he ignores the needy sound you make and the way your lips part, already itching to ask what your reward is going to be and break him down until he gives it up.
“nuh-uh, quit whining. you know the drill— we need to get some breakfast in you first, little lady.”
⚠︎ — MDNI 18+. fem!reader, fauxcest (between reader and soldier boy + homelander and reader), voyeurism (homelander watches), slight incestuous themes (homelander watches soldier boy fuck you using x-ray vision), exhibitionism, p in v, male masturbation, dead dove
based on this.
“Your brother is watching through the wall, baby. Why don’t you put on a show for him? Show him how good dad makes you feel…” Ben rolls on top of you, positioning himself between your legs as he hooks his fingers in your panties and pulls them down to your mid thigh.
“Dada….” you mumble the sweet nickname you’ve given your father figure as he slides his length inside of your sticky core. It doesn’t take much for Ben to get you wet, all he has to do is raise a brow and press his body on top of yours and your heartbeat is sent straight to your pussy. The tip of his cock fucks into your cervix, bullying the soft tissue with each rock of his hips.
“That’s right. Your first word, sweetheart. I was so proud when you learned it,” Ben coos as he wedges his hand in between your bodies, his fingers finding the special spot that makes your back arch off the bed. He rubs circular motions, slow and calculated, only picking up the speed to match the rhythm of his strokes. Beneath him, you babble nonsensical words, sounding like a cross between gibberish and ‘more dad!’ as you try to focus on the feeling of Ben’s veins pressed against your wet walls.
“Your kitty is swallowing me up. Such a glossy cunt. You were made just for dad,” he mutters against your ear, the quiet praise still loud enough for Homelander to pick up on through the other side of the wall.
Homelander watches intently, his eyes fixated on the way his father moves around your body. He can’t help but notice his dad knows just how to make you squirm beneath him. As much as he feels that he should pry his gaze away from watching Ben’s length make your belly bulge from his girth alone, or try to refrain from amplifying the sound of your moans and the wet noises of Ben sliding in and out of your cunt, he just can’t stop. Why else would he have developed x-ray vision if not to watch his father fuck you until your juices puddle beneath your body?
John mindlessly moves his hand to his crotch, pressing and palming at his hardening cock. He sucks in a hiss through his teeth as precum leaks from the head. It’s wrong to fuck his hand to this, he’s more than aware, but when has he ever made the morally correct decision? It doesn’t take long to get himself there, the inside of his supe suit painted with his climax as he watches his father slip out of you, dad’s cum leaking down your thighs.
Later when he sees you, John can’t help but say, “You smell like dad, baby. Why don’t you let me have a taste?”
