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i post a lot of dead dove things! mostly (faux)incest, a lot of daddaughter, and some consensual underage stuff. it's obviously all fictional and that kind of stuff is illegal/unethical/immoral and i would never support it in real life. that's the great thing about fiction! we get to safely explore dangerous themes and concepts!
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fanfics!!!
the pitt
my man on willpower (dad!robby x daughter!reader x uncle!jack)
gave me his whole heart (then i gave him head) (robby x reader, daddy kink)
You meet Jack before Robby does: he takes you home from a bar and fucks you clear into the next level of heaven, but you're not looking for anything serious right now so you kiss him goodbye and wish him the best
You're both so damn surprised to see each other almost a year later when Robby wants to introduce his partner and his kid.
You slide into the habit of fucking when Robby's on shift, and Jack thinks it's wrong because he's engaged to your father and you're terrified of blowing up your father's first good relationship in a decade and you really really do love your father.
But you can't just stop. Hell, Jack finds you in your long gown on the day of the wedding and eats you out on his knees in a back room during the reception
when Robby catches you-- he was always going to-- you're both expecting him to say something, or immediately ask for a divorce, or turn and run
But:
He leans against the door frame to watch. "Go on," he says, and you don't know what to do so you just... do it, awkward as it is at first. But Robby knows his husband, can give you pointers for how to touch him, and he you get back into the rhythm as he compliments Jack on his technique. You fall back into the rythym easy enough and you surprise yourself when you come.
Robby asks to finish Jack off, and you nod but when you try to go he tells you to stay. You sit add watch from the edge of the bed as he takes Jack into his mouth and moans as he tastes you
(Robby is immediately scheming to get you in a less round about way)
Oh fuck me. Hurt/comfort because I feel like it’s necessary. Also with Robby finally getting a taste of his girl, because it’s what we all deserve. Jack is one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure
“M’sorry, daddy.” You sniffle, climbing onto Robby’s lap and burying your face into his neck. You feel so bad, so guilty as a sob wracks your body. Robby holds you close, large hands running up and down your sides slowly. “I’m a horrible daughter! I’m just the worst!”
“That’s not true, baby.” He coos, swiping your tears away with his thumbs as a fresh wail leaves you. You love your dad more than anything, you would do anything for him. Sleeping with his very new husband multiple times is enough to shun you forever, yet for some reason Robby doesn’t seem to be angry at all. “You’re a sweet girl. Just so young, don’t know what’s good for you.”
“Michael-“ Jack cuts himself off, face twisting in discomfort, clearing his throat weakly as he fiddles with his wedding ring. “I don’t-“
“It’s fine.” Robby grumbles, for what feels like the millionth time. He doesn’t mind your constant apologies, but Jack’s are starting to agitate him. “I get it. I’ve got a real beautiful girl, don’t I?”
“Yes.” Jack breathes, watching as his husbands hands slide from your sides to cup your ass, licking his lips as you snuggle deeper into his touch. “A very beautiful girl.”
Robby doesn’t speak, just stares at Jack as his starts to squeeze and grope the fat of your ass lightly. Relishing in the whiny whimpers you let out as you roll your hips against him, always so eager. Jack can’t help himself as he grins crookedly, “Jealous that I got her first?”
“She’s my daughter.” Robby sneers, tugging you closer to him and letting out a low exhale when you give kitten licks to his neck. You squeal when Jack grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs. “Fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”
“I’m sorry, dad!” You sniffle again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nosing at his beard. “Please don’t be mad at daddy, it’s not his fault!”
It very much is, Jack has initiated every single time he had the chance to. All three of you know this, but you still feel the need to defend him. To appease them both. Robby inhales sharply, pressing a kiss to Jack’s palm before giving you one on your cheek as well. “I’m not mad, don’t think I could ever stay mad at the two of you.”
Jack leans in for a kiss, Robby reciprocates with a shuddering whine. Jack kisses you next, sloppy and wet just because he likes the way your lips redden. Then he’s grabbing you both by the back of the necks, forcing you to kiss your father as he practically purrs, “That’s it… that’s what I like to see…”
boyfriend jack abbot who always lets you touch but never lets you come. not unless he’s around to give you the express permission or to force it out of you. says he likes the sounds too much. the squeaks and the whines and the nails digging into his shoulders when you repeat his name. his not name, too. the begging and the pleading, the muffled ‘daddy, daddy, daddy’ as he fucks into you, your pussy sloppy and wet, your burning face hidden against the curve of his neck.
he makes the argument that waiting is the very least you can do. ‘for me,’ he says, his thumb brushing the curve of your cheekbone, leaning down to press warm, knowing kisses to your mouth. ‘just want you to try for me.’
so you agree, hesitant at first but also excited. like the prospect of denying yourself orgasm is a shiny new toy that’s been dropped in your lap, ready to be turned over and inspected for possibility, for layer and depth. you touch yourself when he’s not around and you don’t let yourself come. let yourself teeter on the edge and text him sweet, vague nothings, like ‘miss you’ and ‘thinking of you’ and ‘can’t wait to see you later.’ and he responds in kind, when he can, when he’s not elbow deep in traumas.
over time, the messages grow bolder, less vague. messages he has to hide his screen to read lest his ears and the back of his neck flush bright red. and that makes it even better, you think, of having a dirty little secret. of being one too. jack abbot’s needy, desperate girlfriend who can’t go a single day without him giving her an orgasm. who has to bother him at work like a child would their guardian. ‘can i go to the park? can i watch a movie? can i come in our bed thinking of you?’
‘so empty, it hurts,’ you text him with one hand down your pants, and, ‘i almost came, but i didn’t! didn’t want to disappoint you. but now my pillow’s all wet :(’ and once, memorably, because he calls you almost directly after, ‘i need you to take care of me, daddy, where are you?’
a cute, flirty little game that makes the distance apart more bearable. connects you through space and time and a digital footprint that should most definitely be wiped clean before you die. it evolves into slow, delicious torture over the course of the relationship. as you find it exceptionally more and more difficult not to come on the days you’re ramped up, near impossible during ovulation.
days like today when you’re at home, naked in your bed, the past who knows how many hours spent with your hand between your thighs, rubbing mindless circles around your clit and thinking of jack. of his voice and his hands and the thick circumference of his waist you absolutely adore, that you love to wrap your legs around when he’s deep inside of you, holding onto him with all four limbs like a koala.
you still stop when you get too close, breathing fast and hard and squeezing your thighs together at the achy, empty feeling but you hate it, think you might actually vibrate out of your skin soon if he doesn’t come home and take care of you. in an act of desperation, you send him a voice note that he sees twenty minutes later, ducks into the bathroom to listen to, phone pressed to his ear.
it’s almost two minutes long. begins with the slick, wet sounds of your pussy he knows so well, realizes with a hot pulse of desire in his stomach that you’re fingering yourself and then your voice starts up, pleading. you sound wrecked, completely out of it, like your entire world has been shrunk down to your cunt and what you can fit inside of it.
‘i’m sorry—i’m sorry, i just need it so bad. need something inside me, 'cause you’re not here to—,’ you cut yourself off on a moan and then the slick sounds get faster, more urgent. ‘fill me up. i’m so empty, all of the time ‘n i need it, daddy, need your big cock inside me, stretching me open, oh—,’ a squeak then loud, audible breathing, the slick sounds of your pussy ending, ‘almost came. fuck, fuck, i almost came.’ there’s muffled rustling, the bed maybe, the phone, and then your voice again, sweeter, closer to the microphone, ‘i need you to come home and fuck me. i’m so wet, you have no idea. i'm getting the sheets all dirty. i would feel so good inside when you—,’ more shifting, a high, soft moan. ‘stuff me full. you wouldn’t even have to ask for permission. you could just bend me over and take what you want. nng—you could fuck me on the floor.’ you were touching yourself again. he could hear it, his own fingers white knuckling his phone. ‘in the hallway, and i w-would beg for it. beg for you to come inside me, so, so deep, daddy and—,’ you let out a delirious giggle as the slick sounds grow louder, ‘it would probably stick 'cause i’m—fuck—'cause i’m ovulating.’
jack is slowly but surely banging his forehead against the solid door to the bathroom.
‘don’t you want that? to become a real daddy? you could hold my legs open and make me take all of it. your cum, pump a load inside of me.’ he hears a squelch and then a moan. ‘you could stay like that until i’m pregnant. please, please, please, i’m made for it, made for you. jack—oh my god—,’ you make a guttural, unintelligible noise that abruptly cuts off as the message ends.
what the fuck?
jack pulls his phone away from his ear, breathing hard, and texts you. ‘did you come?’
you respond back almost immediately. ‘no >:( i stopped’
then he groans as an image comes through. fingers of your right hand spread apart, shiny, wet string connecting them. evidence of what they’ve been doing. and then another of your face, smushed cheek into the bed and beaded tears on your eyelashes.
fuck. jack rubs the aching skin on his forehead and hopes there isn’t a red mark.
‘good,’ he texts, ‘that’s really good, sweetheart. i’m proud of you.’
he receives back a long row of frowny faces that make him huff a laugh and then words. ‘i’m tired of being good. it hurts.’
‘i know, baby,’ he says, ‘but you’ll do it for me?’
a brief pause as three dots appear then disappear and then appear again.
‘yes, daddy, i’ll do it for you.’
he squeezes his dick as it pulses between his legs.
‘good girl. i love you.’
‘i love you too. home soon?’
‘home so soon, baby. just be a little more patient for me.’
and then jack spends the next five minutes splashing cold water on his face and the back of his neck, willing his erection to die down enough to leave the fucking bathroom.
big brother robby who thinks he’s sooo much better that you because he’s at northwestern on his way to being a doctor, or maybe already a medical intern. is sooo sarcastically sweet to you when he has you prone on the couch in the living room. but! you’re the whole reason he’s studying to be a doctor in the first place, he wants to provide for you when he gets you both away from your parents under new names and identities
Big brother Robby has both sets of my lips drooling holy shit…. He’s soooo mean but caring because you’re his little sister but also his girl and ouhhhhhh fuck ok ok ok
I can soooo see him coming back to the house on weekends just to see you, even if he’s swamped with school he had promised to make the time to hang out with you. Greeting you at the door with a smarmy grin and northwestern shirt worn proudly, always a little too smug.
Ruffling your hair and laughing at you when you snap at him in annoyance, shoving him weakly and his hands are settling on your waist for a moment too long before your parents are shooing you out of the way to hug him. Your dad offering him a beer while your mother coos about how skinny he is, ushering him into the kitchen with the promise of taking home enough food for a month.
You don’t join them, you rarely do. Ignoring the praise from your parents as they rave about how smart your older brother is, how proud they are to have such a great son. Robby attempts to meet your gaze, cocky and egotistical as he basks in the praise, only for you to roll your eyes and make your way back to your bedroom. Shutting the door with a click and biting your tongue when you hear your mom make a comment about how rude it is that you don’t want to hang out with family, you know better than to take the bait.
Hours later, when your parents finally retreat to their own room, you flinch in shock when Robby bursts through your door, that stupid smirk still plastered on his face as he eyes you. Hissing out, you quickly shut the door behind him, “Don’t do that! Can’t you knock?”
“Whatever,” He mutters, stepping a little too close as his fingers twitch at his sides. They linger above your hip, you swallow thickly when he finally touches you. Robby snickers after a moment, scanning your bedroom with a bored expression. “You got accepted anywhere yet? Have you tried the community college with the roach problem, it’d be perfect for you.”
“Shut up.” You push him away with a scowl, crossing your arms as he laughs. School has always been a sore subject, especially with a future doctor as a brother. “I’m just… considering my options.”
“What options? You’re never going to get into a place like northwestern, that’s for sure.” It stings. He’s said it before, even your parents have, but it still upsets you more than you’re willing to admit.
“I’m not dumb.” You try to sound firm, yet your voice cracks just enough to be noticeable. Your brother pauses for a moment, as if he was only just now considering your feelings. Taking another step back, your eyebrows furrow when he takes one forward. “M’just considering my options, that’s all.”
“Right.” You can’t tell if he’s agreeing with you or not, you wince when he pushes the hair out of your face gently. “You know you don’t have to go to college, right? Just wait for me to graduate, then I’ll take care of you. Like we planned, remember?”
“What if I want to go to school, though?” Robby cups your cheek, ducking down to nose at your jawline. “I’m not some useless chick, I want my own life too.”
“That’s fine.” Robby murmurs, pressing a wet kiss to your pulse point. “Keep applying if you want. Or wait for me, once I’m a doctor I’ll pay for whatever you need.”
“You’re being serious?” He can’t be, Robby spent two entire months reminding you of the bill he paid for after saving you from a horrible date, chiding you for not having enough money and for trusting some sleazy guy to treat you right. He had only let up once you burst into tears and told him just how awful the dude really was, you think you might still owe him the money.
“Why not?” Robby shrugs, humming lowly when you kiss the corner of his mouth. “I make fun of you because you’re my little sister, but one day you’ll be my wife. Have to prove I can treat you right.”
It sounds foreign, what he’s saying. Yet it still makes your heart pound and blood rush through your veins, sighing softly when he licks into your mouth and groans at the taste. “Talked mom and dad into letting me take you to my apartment for the weekend, just the two of us. It’ll be fun.”
Robby’s hands dip underneath fabric, palming at your warm skin while his hardening cock presses against you. Your fingertips tease the waistband as you pretend to think, “You won’t invite any sorority girls this time?”
“I told you that was my old roommate.” He grunts, shivering when you lick his earlobe into your mouth. “You’re it for me. No reason to get jealous, baby. Makes you seem desperate.”
“As if!” You raise your hand to swat at him lightly, he grabs your arm before you can strike. Robby’s eyes linger on yours as he presses a kiss to your inner wrist, dragging his tongue along your veins slowly. The whimper that escapes your lips has him smug once more, corralling you onto the bed as he whispers roughly in your ear.
“C’mon, show me how good of a wife my sister will be for me.” And oh, you intend to do just that.
thinking of being between baran’s thighs, mouth on her cunt nose framed by the dark curls that surround it and robby is watching from above kneeling on the bed next to you while he tugs at his hard leaking cock, fully mesmerized by the way you melt into her pussy all dumb and brainless eyes glazed over while her hand pets gently at your head
he leans down and lets a dribble of spit drip down past the hair between her pussy lips until you’re lapping at it like it’s heaven sent. he doesn’t miss the way you moan into her cunt with your brows furrowed, thighs rubbing together humping the air like a desperate dog :(
So anyway. Robby who stumbles across you on FetLife & knows it's you from your nose, lips, & chin being visible, even if the top portion of your head is cropped out of various photos. And he knows it's wrong bc you're his resident who's always so sweet & curious, but fuck you're just so perfect & needy, wanting after a tender daddy dom to direct & love you. And, well, he already does the former often at work, so what's the harm in providing it outside of there as well?
He just needs to figure out a way to eventually tell you that it's him so he can finally have you all to himself. Because every time another man so much as loves one of your pics? Makes him fucking seethe & his blood boil from jealousy & possessive anger.
dad!robby gets all sad about never getting to have the picture perfect family he always dreamed of, with the wife and the kids and the pond.
he got one precious, now-grown daughter, but her mom is long since out of the picture. he's convinced that the dream is dead for him, and he'll never get to be a father again.
but his sweet baby girl starts begging him to knock her up. and he wants to be the responsible father, wants to say that the risks outweigh the joy of seeing his girl all round with his child (and grandchild... but he tries not to think too hard about that.)
but his girl is persistent, swearing she'll be the best wife. and daddy can never say no to his girl. so come a few months later, he's helping her pick out maternity clothes.
Warning! This is between fully consenting adults! This includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Someone request something similar to this but now I can't find it.
Big brother that finds your toys and snitches on you. Dad is in shock! He knows you're technically a big girl you can do whatever you want. He can't fathom the idea of his little girl doing such dirty things! Well... technically be can...he's spent hours fisting his cock to the thought...just he can't admit that...
So he's calling both of you now for a family meeting. Big brother gets in trouble for snooping through your things and you get in trouble for having such a dirty toys. Dad asks all sorts of questions, he especially questions if you've dared bring other men into his house!
He will not allow his precious girl let some lowlife enjoying her pretty cunt. So he has to be at least a little relieved that you have toys for your needs. Then he starts asking if you even know how to properly use them. How do you know how to use them? Have you been watching dirty videos too? Try to defend yourself all you want because you're a big girl but at the end of the day your dad's little girl and big brothers little sister.
Toys are confiscated. If you wanna play with that pretty cunt you need to ask for permission. You need the permission of Dad or Big Brother. You go a decent amount of time without your toys. You can make it work until one day you just can't handle it anymore!
Walking into Dad's bedroom, tugging on your bottom lip, and avoiding eye contact. Asking him for your toys all shy. Dad is so proud you finally asked! Of course he says yes but when he grabs them he doesn't let you take them. He makes you lay in the middle of the bed and calls over big brother. They tell you to take your panties off and spread your legs. When you refuse they explain this is the only way you are allowed to use your toys.
Soon enough Dad is holding the vibrator to your clit while big brother is fucking you with the dildo. Each on either side of you as they talk and praise you. They figure out quickly exactly what you like and tease you for it. Taunting you for being so wet too. They bring you to multiple orgasms but don't stop until you are too tired and dumb to do anything. Both are proud of you and themselves for this idea.
dad bf!robby always holding your hand :) especially when you cross the street or you’re both out in a store because you have a tendency to wander and he doesn’t want his baby getting lost :( and if his hands are full, he’s telling you “be good & hold on to daddy’s pocket. can’t have you getting lost on me.” :)
(bonus points when he’s fucking your brains out and you blindly reach out for his hand to ground yourself and he just coos at you and says “always just need your dad, huh?”)
also good luck with your surgery! sending you love and good vibes! <3
literally insanneeeeeeee robby with his sunglasses on about to step onto the street with a hand already reaching for you :((( you grab it, licking at your ice cream cone with not a worry in the world because dad always takes care of you :(((
holding on to his arm !!!! maybe he's pushing the grocery store cart and you're practically hanging from his arm, face smooshed against his bicep already bored and a little whiny while he eyes up the different cuts of meat. "jus' a little longer, honey." kiss to your head ugh!!!!!
and YES !! handholding while he's fucking you is a must!! his baby gets overwhelmed so easy! even if he's actually being nice and eating you out, making you come over n over you'll still reach for him while your hips wiggle and hump at his face, "hold my hand, please!" and he laughs into you pussy because he's mean but still threads his fingers through yours because you're so stinkin' cute! ugh need dat
LET ME COOK giving Robby a card for Father’s Day and you two go out to eat and the entire time he’s not correcting the waitress who’s thinks hes your father. You’re pretty much squirming in your seat every time the oblivious waitress calls him your dad just for him to pound your guts in when you get home while saying shit like “you’re dads best girl” “best fucking Father’s Day ever baby” before cumming deep in you and letting you to cockwarm him all night, plugging his cum inside
FUCKKKKKKK you're so embarrassed the whole time and yet you're pooling in your underwear every time the server comes by :( robby reads the menu with his glasses perched on his nose, orders for the both of you, kisses your head when he steps away to the bathroom :) the server spots the card on the table and wishes him a happy father's day too, and when he pays the whole bill she nudges you with a smile "you have such a nice dad! you're a lucky girl."
he fucks you in the backseat of his car right there in the restaurant parking lot. barely makes it into the back before he's folding your knees to your ears, pushing your panties to the side and burying his face in your cunt. his beard scratches against your skin so mean n he bites at you thighs n your clit until you're squealing :(
thankfully he has an old man back so he doesn't last long bent over like that. he sits back and pulls you to straddle him "help your old man, honey, put me inside."
makes you ride him until your thighs burn and you're crying into his neck, but you're so desperate - to cum but also to please him - so you work through the burn, bouncing up and down making loud wet smacks every time you drop down on his cock. "got the sweetest little girl," he mocks, squeezing your cheeks together as he look into your weepy eyes. thee's a bit of drool dripping down your chin, he licks it up. "always take such good care of her dad, hm?"
+ "he probably just misjudged it, he was old right?"
"not that old," the server says, polishing a hot glass straight out of the dishwasher. "I swear to god he grabbed his daughter's ass. like full squeeze. fucking pervert."
cnc w dadbf!robby and he’s fucking your mouth over the edge of the bed and he’ll make you hold his dick inside all warm and snug in your throat until you’re kicking your feet gasping for air around his thickness all while he groans and slides in even deeper “yeah keep kicking those little feet, honey. tighten up so fuckin’ good”
18+ mdni sitting in the back of robby’s car on a roadtrip. jack in the passenger seat n frank in the back with you…. frank murmuring dirty things in your ear the whole time….
“bet you can’t wait for all the things we’re gonna do to you once we’re there, huh baby?” “think daddy’ll let me have your ass? hm? bet he will if i ask him nice enough.” “how’s your pretty pussy feelin? getting nice and wet for us? gonna be ready?” n you whine and squirm as you sit on your heel, which puts a teasing pressure on your clit with every bump in the road, n frank grins wickedly. “yeah it is. so fuckin’ turned on, aren’t you? need daddy to find the next rest stop so i can help you out, baby? get my fingers inside your needy pussy? yeah. ask him, go on.”
you clear your throat awkwardly, n your voice wavers as you pipe up “Daddy?”
robby spares you a glance through the rearview. “What’s up, hon?”
“Can we… can we stop quick? I need to pee.”
and he’s feeling nice, so he opens his mouth to agree, but he catches jack’s eye and sees him smirk and give an almost imperceptible shake of his head… because he’s been watching you squirm n rock on your heel through the side mirror for the past 10 minutes.
n of course it doesn’t take much for robby to take jack’s word over yours, so he says “We’ll be there in an hour, kid. You can hold it.”
you groan and let your forehead fall to frank’s shoulder dramatically as the youngest man laughs and jack barely suppresses a chuckle </3
Warning! This is between Consenting adults! This post includes Fauxcest, no one is actually related.
Reverse cowgirl with Dad as he talks and drinks with Uncle casually. Getting spanked every time I slow down or him meanly fucking up into me. Uncle strokes his cock as he watches and waits for his turn with his niece. Dad pushing me off and sending me over with shaky legs to uncle. Uncle cooing at me softly but sinking me down completely on his cock. Gasping and shaking because I can never get used to them. Getting passed between them throughout the night until they are both a little too tipsy.
They are done stroking their cocks as the other uses me. Uncle is laying me on the couch and fucking me. Pushing my knees back to my chest while Dad is kneeling by my face and pushing his cock down my throat. I have to lay there and take it. Uncle moaning loudly as he cums in my hole. Slowly pulling out as he does and painting my tummy too. While dad makes me swallow all of his cum. Both older men panting and looking at me proudly.
I'm tired and messy as I lay there exposed. Uncle bringing his big hand back to my cunt and tapping it a couple times making me jolt. Praising me telling me I did such a good job while dad says I should be used to it by now.
Oh to be the lesson Jack Abbot can't seem to learn.
The young pretty resident who recently joined the night shift and also his wildest fantasies. The shift from dream to reality did not take long; your hot attendant was, in fact, the first thing you noticed as soon as you arrived.
Jack likes to remind you that whatever has happened between you two can't happen again, yet he is the one who finds the silliest excuses to touch you in some ways and pushes you in the first empty room to kiss your skin.
As you put your scrub back on as soon as you can, Jack likes to remind you of his favourite words "Can't happen again". At the millionth time you hear that, you just roll your eyes and ignore the old man.
"Same time tomorrow?" you ask.
To which Jack finds himself nodding faster than he likes to admit.
You kiss him quickly before leaving the room.
"Tomorrow is the last time" Jack tells himself and he knows he is lying.
