𝓇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖾

𝑅𝒪𝒮𝐼𝐸’𝒮 𝑀𝒪𝒯𝐸𝐿 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 + 𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘀 𝗱𝗻𝗶

[daughterbubs]

MDNI . taboo ﹠ dead dove nsfw . LIBRARY . POLICIES

🛼 𝓇𝗈𝗌𝗂𝖾 ❤︎ 𝟤𝟣 𝗒𝗋𝗌 ❤︎ she / they ❤︎ neurodivergent ﹠ writing when able ⛲️ jackie abbot’s sweet baby ❤︎ lovechild of scully ﹠ mulder ❤︎ little princess , mermaid believer , saturated in sparkles ﹠ sweetness ❤︎

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my posts contain dead dove , do not eat content with DARK TABOO themes — for now , this includes fauxcest , dd/lg , cg/l , infantilization , nonsexual + sexual littlespace descriptions + “dad daughter” relationship dynamics ❤︎

my blog is adults only — 𝟣𝟪⁺ , preferably 𝟤𝟣⁺ — ‘nd a safe space for dark fictions ‘nd kinks . please read my policies for my hard no’s on what i will not write about . . anything else is fair game to request or chat about ❤︎ i reblog ‘nd post dark , taboo , ‘nd sensitive fictional content . you are responsible for your own media consumption when interacting , this is your warning . .

my current character index ❤︎ dean winchester , soldier boy , dr. jack abbot , titus danforth , pope cody

[hatosypex]

mad dog energy

[laceoddity]

glad i can now focus on the things that really matter (jack abbot cock)

[daughterbubs]

꒰ ⟡ 𝟣𝟪+ blurb — ❤︎ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐓 & 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 . . It’s longer, a gleaming silver, gilding over his chin and jaw, while you’re forced to feel it. That thickened, rough, unshaven texture alongside every thick, wet lap he makes at your little puffed-up pussy. His tongue, licking and slipping through sticky folds, soft and sweet in contrast to the sharp texture of his facial hair, which is unintentionally marking up your thighs. It has just grown so much, prickly and nearly white, rubbing against your tender, pulsing hole while his tongue licks up in languid glides. His chin firms itself on your perineum to feel your pulsing little slit rubbing against the coarseness; to feel his baby grinding up on his own face. Jack just wants you shuddering, helpless and humping his silvered, rough-fuzzed jaw. His lips part to slick you up with saliva, allowing a thick, wet string to connect his face to your needy, swelling pussy. The wetness pools up in the seam of your clit, and he spreads his tongue onto you, flat and demanding, stiffening it for a moment on your needy bud, before licking and kissing into where your clit hood is exposed — pulled back, alit, and inflamed, all from his face between your thighs.

 "Gonna lick you 'til you're raw." Jack admits hoarsely into your little cunt. "Just need to have my mouth on you, honey."

He wraps himself on the thickened flesh of your bulbed-up clit, suckling wildly and coating his chin in you during his latch. His thicker scruff frictions right against the skin of your chubby and delicate pussy lips, before his tongue swirls hard, just once more, and retracts away from where you're spread. His fat, aged and freckled hands keep your soft thighs speared wide open, just to observe your desperate, aching hole. You’re beard-burned and sensitive, a soppy little cunt rubbed raw from his face; chafed up, creamy, and fluttering wetly around nothing. Jack's jaw is steeped in you, wet on the growth that shrouds the curve of his face and neck. He takes a long, rough breath, an open-mouthed aspiration to taste your sweetness through the air, swallowing the scent as his head lilts in working condescension. Silver curls, dampened with his own sweat, swath over his lined forehead with the tilt. 

“Aww, pumpkin… does she like it? Little pussy likes my scruff? I think she does…" Jack coos, his voice enough to make your legs quiver under his pinion. He inhales, puckers his lips, and effuses a jet of his hot breath, runneled right to your needy hole. His lips upturn, thumbs pinching deeper into your thighs.

"Look at her. She’s already clamping up – just ‘cause Daddy had his mouth on you…” 

A finger glides through the mess, thick and seeping down irritated, velveted flesh, clinging to the sheets below your puckered hole. Jack can't halt his hand, which lifts to press his thumb pad to the cleft of your ass, like he's surveilling the vicious throb of you through your puddle of arousal. 

“Is it all stingy, baby? Should Daddy shave so he doesn't hurt your little pussy anymore?” 

Your head shakes violently, writhing on the sheets, whimpering as you gush out more between your forcedly spread thighs.

“No? You like it? I can tell. My baby’s already too close…” Jack sighs with a sated grin, and his digits ascend back up to your throbby little hole.

“Should we let her, hm? Let your little cunt just cum – all messy on Daddy’s beard?” It’s rhetorical, plainly mean, and Jack completely rescinds a response from you when his jaw presses right up against where you're pulsing. He fucks his tongue inside, driving it in deep, without warning or clemency. 

Jack adheres his face and stubbly bristles to your soft, sloppy folds, prompting you to leak, fresh and hot, all over him. The strong muscle licks inside at inner walls, his fingers rubbing at your quivering clit to feel you grip onto him in tighter, cinching pulses. He pulls away just enough to watch your tiny hole cling to his tongue, his scratchy fuzz slick and sticking to your slit, and then he's lapping at you, from entrance to bud once more. He curves his lips onto your swelled clit, suckling and licking into the fleshy rift. Your whines crack open to sharp-pitched moans when your orgasm torments every nerve ending, muscle, and cell. Your belly swoops, warming in your release, riveting the heat through to your trembling thighs. Your eyes shimmer with tears through the cascades of pleasure and the prickle of his chin, which Jack rubs over your poor pussy well into the aftershocks. And he still doesn’t stop – his silver hair is lambent and streaked with your cum, and he strokes his mouth down you to elicit a shiver, patting your hip in coax. “That’s it – My good little girl. Daddy’s just gonna get you real clean now.”

◞ daughterbubs ⭐︎ 2026 ༝

[daughterbubs]

꒰ ⟡ 𝟣𝟪+ blurb — ❤︎ 𝐉𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐓 & 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐅𝐅 . . It’s longer, a gleaming silver, gilding over his chin and jaw, while you’re forced to feel it. That thickened, rough, unshaven texture alongside every thick, wet lap he makes at your little puffed-up pussy. His tongue, licking and slipping through sticky folds, soft and sweet in contrast to the sharp texture of his facial hair, which is unintentionally marking up your thighs. It has just grown so much, prickly and nearly white, rubbing against your tender, pulsing hole while his tongue licks up in languid glides. His chin firms itself on your perineum to feel your pulsing little slit rubbing against the coarseness; to feel his baby grinding up on his own face. Jack just wants you shuddering, helpless and humping his silvered, rough-fuzzed jaw. His lips part to slick you up with saliva, allowing a thick, wet string to connect his face to your needy, swelling pussy. The wetness pools up in the seam of your clit, and he spreads his tongue onto you, flat and demanding, stiffening it for a moment on your needy bud, before licking and kissing into where your clit hood is exposed — pulled back, alit, and inflamed, all from his face between your thighs.

 "Gonna lick you 'til you're raw." Jack admits hoarsely into your little cunt. "Just need to have my mouth on you, honey."

He wraps himself on the thickened flesh of your bulbed-up clit, suckling wildly and coating his chin in you during his latch. His thicker scruff frictions right against the skin of your chubby and delicate pussy lips, before his tongue swirls hard, just once more, and retracts away from where you're spread. His fat, aged and freckled hands keep your soft thighs speared wide open, just to observe your desperate, aching hole. You’re beard-burned and sensitive, a soppy little cunt rubbed raw from his face; chafed up, creamy, and fluttering wetly around nothing. Jack's jaw is steeped in you, wet on the growth that shrouds the curve of his face and neck. He takes a long, rough breath, an open-mouthed aspiration to taste your sweetness through the air, swallowing the scent as his head lilts in working condescension. Silver curls, dampened with his own sweat, swath over his lined forehead with the tilt. 

“Aww, pumpkin… does she like it? Little pussy likes my scruff? I think she does…" Jack coos, his voice enough to make your legs quiver under his pinion. He inhales, puckers his lips, and effuses a jet of his hot breath, runneled right to your needy hole. His lips upturn, thumbs pinching deeper into your thighs.

"Look at her. She’s already clamping up – just ‘cause Daddy had his mouth on you…” 

A finger glides through the mess, thick and seeping down irritated, velveted flesh, clinging to the sheets below your puckered hole. Jack can't halt his hand, which lifts to press his thumb pad to the cleft of your ass, like he's surveilling the vicious throb of you through your puddle of arousal. 

“Is it all stingy, baby? Should Daddy shave so he doesn't hurt your little pussy anymore?” 

Your head shakes violently, writhing on the sheets, whimpering as you gush out more between your forcedly spread thighs.

“No? You like it? I can tell. My baby’s already too close…” Jack sighs with a sated grin, and his digits ascend back up to your throbby little hole.

“Should we let her, hm? Let your little cunt just cum – all messy on Daddy’s beard?” It’s rhetorical, plainly mean, and Jack completely rescinds a response from you when his jaw presses right up against where you're pulsing. He fucks his tongue inside, driving it in deep, without warning or clemency. 

Jack adheres his face and stubbly bristles to your soft, sloppy folds, prompting you to leak, fresh and hot, all over him. The strong muscle licks inside at inner walls, his fingers rubbing at your quivering clit to feel you grip onto him in tighter, cinching pulses. He pulls away just enough to watch your tiny hole cling to his tongue, his scratchy fuzz slick and sticking to your slit, and then he's lapping at you, from entrance to bud once more. He curves his lips onto your swelled clit, suckling and licking into the fleshy rift. Your whines crack open to sharp-pitched moans when your orgasm torments every nerve ending, muscle, and cell. Your belly swoops, warming in your release, riveting the heat through to your trembling thighs. Your eyes shimmer with tears through the cascades of pleasure and the prickle of his chin, which Jack rubs over your poor pussy well into the aftershocks. And he still doesn’t stop – his silver hair is lambent and streaked with your cum, and he strokes his mouth down you to elicit a shiver, patting your hip in coax. “That’s it – My good little girl. Daddy’s just gonna get you real clean now.”

◞ daughterbubs ⭐︎ 2026 ༝

[winterswake]

SHAWN HATOSY ANIMAL KINGDOM 3x13

[flutterbvnny]

stuff like “i’ll be a better parent to you” and “i could’ve raised you better” is still so romantic to me that it makes me sad sometimes Sorry

[da-pitt]

Shawn Hatosy as Dr. Jack Abbot | The Pitt 2.13

[iheartshawn]

making dadbf!jack ♡ repeat his age to you whilst riding him. 

𓊆 cw: SMUT, fauxcest, dad / daddy kink, dadbf!jack wearing his readers, age gap, reader is an adult with a fully developed frontal lobe ! !, dubcon, undertones of reader wanting to baby trap jack, unprotected sex, coercion, creampie 𓊇 ‧₊˚ ┊ 755 words

“say it again, daddy–” squish. squash. every bounce you made on jack’s thick girth was discernible in the quiet stillness of his home office. “p-please say i-it to me–” squelch. “–again.” 

you merely snuck in as you were feeling lonely and would like to be in close proximity with him. and by that, it meant nestling into him as you stick his cock inside you. you said in faux confidence that you would stay still as he proceeded to work on his computer. 

‘you really think you could last more than a minute like this?’ jack squinted at you through his readers, there was a teasing lilt to his question — as if he could already envision how this was going to end. spoiler: he would be correct. 

but you were determined (and stubborn) to prove to him you could. ‘promise – i’ll be good, dad.’

“tell me how old you are.” you mewled, you gripped onto his strong shoulders, ruining the crisp shirt jack got on. 

his head was tilted up, groaning to the ceiling. his readers had gone out of alignment, it now sat on the pointiest tip of his nose. his hair unruly from your fingers roughly running across his scalp, and his face flushed and sweaty — he looked absolutely laughable like this. what would his peers or juniors think if they caught their very serious and very professional attending — helpless before a pretty young thing?

there was a large, creamy stain starting to form on jack’s dress pants, and it’s only getting bigger the longer you keep this up. 

“oh god. fuck– ff-fifty. i’m fifty.” he almost whined at the end of his response. 

“again.” you pressed. the roll of your hips getting faster and more desperate.

“i’m fifty. i’m fifty.” he held you firmly at the soft curve where your hips met your thighs, encouraging your movements. his breathing had become more ragged, his moans and groans getting much louder as he’s nearing his peak. 

you begged once more. “say it again, please. dad, please! i’m gonna cum if you tell me again. please. please! i’m gonna cum–” 

since you asked so nicely, looking so pretty as you did, jack leaned in close to the shell of your ear. the lightest touch of his lips and the gruffness of his voice made you shiver. 

“i’m fifty years old, babydoll. shouldn’t have any business playing around with your dad like this, hm? but you’re a nasty girl. when nasty girls feel achey here–” he pressed the pad of his thumb over your throbbing clit. “–they fuck themselves on their dads’ cock.”

“aahh!” you shrieked at the top of your lungs, the walls of your cunt intensely pulsated around his fat length. 

“shit! i’m gonna cum. i’m not wearing a condom – baby, baby i gotta pull out!” he tried to maneuver himself so he could take himself out before he shot his load in you. 

but you kept yourself buried deep, using your position to your advantage. 

“babydoll–” jack warned you. “get up, young lady.”

“no!” 

he wriggled and squirmed beneath you. he should be able to overpower you but if he got up all of a sudden, he’s afraid he might push you down the floor or hurt you in any way. he just desired for you to gently pull out. 

“you asking to get spanked?!” 

he didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he’s very strict about using practising safe sex. it was already risky enough to let you warm his cock in the first place. he also didn’t want you to feel regret  — if something or someone did come to fruition. he didn’t want to put any pressure on you if you were unprepared to step into that chapter of your lives. 

“don’t care, daddy. jus’ wanna feel you cum inside me. i need it.” if that was not convincing enough for him, you took hold of his face in your hands to look him in the eyes. 

despite the sensitivity of your core, you started to slowly grind on his lap again, mercilessly not giving your lover any other choice. 

that made the dam burst, loads and loads of his spend was released in your sex. his cries were sharp, the loudest you’d ever heard from him. you noticed there were actual tears in his eyes, you carefully wiped them away with the tips of your fingers. 

“daddy? i reallyyy want a sister, but i don’t care that much at all, to be honest. a healthy sibling would be perfect.” ♡

🐑 : something short, sweet, and icky that's been collecting dust in my drafts for 2 weeks now. i couldn't get it out of my head so might as well drop this lil treat :3 CORRUPT THAT OLD MAN MONDAY !

[mariasont]

── .✦ JACK ABBOT who coddles you during sex

★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, p in v, praise kink / soft dom dynamics, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl, perfect girl, etc), dacryphilia

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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.

One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool. 

“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”

You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line. 

“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”

Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.

Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.

His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum. 

Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body. 

You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.” 

A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.

He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.

“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”

Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound. 

“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”

His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”

The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body. 

He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”

MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3

YOU CAN FIND MY JACK ABBOT MASTERLIST HERE ⭑.ᐟ

[honeyroots]

being pope cody’s little sister who is a little too interested in his cock. “can i see, andrew? just wanna see what you look like everywhere… you’ve seen all of me…” and pope just shrugs his shoulders, contemplating the morality of your question because he doesn’t want to tell you no. he can’t tell you no. you’re his little sister

[unc-peepaw]

Mon amour 🥹

[macabrebatz]

Look at my stupid fuckass satanist husband

[j4ckr4bbits]

[groovyangelkisses]

it always feels like pope’s in your stomach when you’re his girl. the memory of his cock stuffing his way into your cunt isn’t something you can usually shake.

it’s similar to the feeling of watching his large, bulky frame bend over to pick something up off the couch and seeing a sliver of his toned back when his shirt rides up. a deep twist, almost like hunger… an empty tummy when you should be satiated.

he was in your guts about 2 hours ago but still… the slow grind, pulsing palms mashing against each other and spreading heat and want and the heady scent of yearning.

when he lifts back up he turns to look at you in surprise, “ya alright?” his flighty eyes drag across you & then the room awkwardly– he can practically feel the heat and pulsing of your belly from where he stands.

vascular arms, tight t-shirt, broad shoulders cutting through the air as he straightens up. your hand presses to your stomach as your half lidded eyes take him in.

press, press, press. but nothing mirrors the sleeve of you cradling his cock closer & closer into your stomach.

depraved, you shake your head and whisper “wanna feel you again.” “n-now?” “now, please.” “b-i… what if you’re still sore?” “don’t care andrew, please now.”

it doesn’t take long for him to decide, especially not when he sees your small palm pressing into your stomach in thrusts; mirroring the rhythm he had you in this morning.

scooping you up like an angry bull, breathing heavy through his nose as he walks you into the bedroom and lays you out for the second time this afternoon.

[moodyabbott]

missing shawn hatosy

[saccrificio]

tw piss kink lol (and a little intox if you squint)

every time you worked the closing shift at deran's bar, andrew liked to hang around just to keep you company. he talked about wanting you to be safe and not risk going home alone so late at night, but you knew it was a little more selfish than that.

either way, his presence was more than welcome. sometimes he'd help you clean, but most of the time he would just sit in his usual corner of the bar, staring at you like a shark.

rock music played softly in the background. you were drying the last few glasses behind the counter when you noticed andrew shifting in his seat. you looked up and caught his jaw clenching in an uncomfortable expression.

"are you okay?" you asked, raising an eyebrow. it was always obvious when something was bothering him.

"yeah, i'm okay."

but you weren't convinced. you'd handed him bottle after bottle during the last hour of your shift, much to deran's annoyance. and andrew, being the good man that he was, had accepted every single one with only a little hesitation. every bottle sat empty on the counter, and yet he hadn't gotten up once.

you glanced toward the hallway leading to the bathroom, then back at him. a suspicion crept into your mind.

you probably shouldn't tease him like this, but how could you pass up an opportunity to play with him just a little?

everything was already organized by then, but you suddenly decided it was the perfect night for a deep clean. you turned on the faucet and let the water run while you wiped down every surface behind the bar, polished the wine glasses, scrubbed every tool, filled the ice trays, and ran the glassware through the dishwasher one more time.

every now and then you glanced over at andrew, who was visibly at the edge. when you finally shut off the faucet and dried your hands on a towel, you saw him pushing himself up from his chair.

"where are you going?" 

he froze at your tone.

"to the bathroom."

"no."

"what do you mean, no?" he sounded genuinely confused. still, he slowly sat back down.

"bathroom's closed. some idiots fucked it up."

that was not remotely true and you both knew it, but andrew didn't argue.

you walked out from behind the counter until you were standing between his knees. the tall barstool left the two of you almost face to face.

"hold it." you rested both hands on his thighs, speaking in that same sweet, patronizing voice that always seemed to make him melt. "can you hold it for me, andy?"

he shook his head without breaking eye contact and shifted beneath your touch. you looked down at the growing tent in his jeans.

before you could think better of it, your hand cupped him over the denim, squeezing just enough to pull a quiet whimper from his lips.

holy shit.

you hadn't actually expected him to let you get away with your little game. maybe it was because all of those beers that he drank. for a second, you considered pulling away, pretending you'd never done it.

but then he looked up at you with those wide hazel eyes, waiting for whatever you wanted next.

"come on," you murmured. "you can hold it a little longer."

"i can't." his voice cracked. "i can't do it. i need to go. please."

you squeezed him again, a little harder this time, and couldn't help smiling when he completely fell apart. his forehead dropped against your chest. your hand began rubbing slow circles over the denim, and the moans he tried so hard to swallow became impossible to hide.

"and here i thought you were being such a good boy before..." your free hand disappeared into his auburn curls, still your favorite thing about him. you scratched lightly at his scalp while he helplessly humped your hand like a dog, his sounds muffled against your shirt. "...drinking everything i gave you."

suddenly, his hips stilled and a loud moan escaped his lips. you felt warmth spread across his crotch, then down his thighs. a dark patch slowly stained the front of his jeans.

he'd just pissed his pants.

and all over your hand, for good mesure.

andrew finally lifted his head, eyes all big and wet like a puppy. his face couldn't be any more red from embarrasment, but he was still as hard as a rock under your firm hand.

"sorry, 'm sorry, 'm sorry..." he whispered out of breath while his hands hovered uncertainly at your waist, like he wanted to touch you but didn't dare without permission. he felt so dirty and so uneasy at having lost all control of himself. all because of you.

you shushed him, still petting his hair to calm him. a few tears ran down his face. he looked so good like this.

"do you want me to help you with this?" you asked softly, your hand still resting over his clothed cock. but he shook his head. "okay, andrew. we don't have to."

you stepped away slowly, as to not scare him like he was a wild animal, and made your way to the perfectly fuctioning bathroom to wash your hands.

you appeared again in front of andrew, who was still sitting exactly where you'd left him, and held out your hand towards him.

"we can close now."

he looked up.

"walk me out to my car?"