#dadbf!jack abbot

[j4ckr4bbits]

also from that interview... dad-like, you say? #inchresting implications. walk with me.

[harryscherriess]

Crybaby

Dadbf! Jack Abbot x Female!Reader

cw: daddy kink, dacryphilia, overstimulation, fauxcest because i’m a perv and need jack abbot to be my dadbf!

or

Jack Abbot gets off when you cry when you guys fuck!!! more below the cut

A/N: this is completely self indulgent and i need this to happen to me so badly, i hope y’all enjoy it!!! also there’s not enough dadbf! jack abbot content so i will be providing that! not proof read sorry yall

Jack had you spread out on his bed like a feast, wrists pinned above your head in one of his big hands while his cock dragged slowly, deliberately through your soaked folds. He’d already made you come twice with his mouth and fingers, but that wasn’t enough for him tonight.

His eyes were dark, hungry, drinking in every twitch and whimper like it was oxygen.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice low and rough with that condescending edge you both loved.

“Already shaking and I’ve barely started fucking you properly. Pathetic little thing.”

You whined, hips jerking up desperately as he teased the head of his cock against your swollen clit. “Jack… please—”

He clicked his tongue, slapping your thigh lightly. “Wrong name, baby. Try again.”

“Dad,” you corrected instantly, cheeks burning. Fresh tears already pricked at the corners of your eyes from the overwhelming sensitivity.

Jack’s cock twitched hard against you. “That’s my good girl.” Without warning he pushed inside, stretching you open in one long, relentless stroke until he was buried to the hilt.

The sudden fullness punched a sob out of you. He groaned, hips stuttering for a second. “Fuck… nothing better than the sound of you crying on my cock.”

He pulled back and slammed in again, setting a brutal pace that had the headboard knocking against the wall.

You were so wet it was obscene, the wet squelch of every thrust echoing in the room alongside your broken moans.

He fucked you through your third orgasm without mercy, grinding against your clit on every downstroke until your legs seized and you wailed, tears spilling freely down your temples.

But Jack didn’t stop.

He leaned over you, chest pressed to yours, still pinning your wrists as he fucked you deeper. “Aw, baby. Look at those pretty tears. You gonna cry for Dad every time you come tonight?”

You nodded frantically, gasping. “Y-yes—Dad—too much—”

“Too much?” He laughed softly, dark and mocking, slowing his thrusts just enough to make you feel every thick inch dragging against your oversensitive walls.

“We’re just getting started. You can take it. You’re going to take everything I give you like the needy little slut you are.”

He released your wrists only to hook your legs over his shoulders, folding you in half.

The new angle let him hit even deeper, pounding against that spot that made stars explode behind your eyes.

You came again with a sharp cry, walls fluttering and clenching around him so hard it almost hurt.

Jack moaned low in his throat, eyes fluttering for a second. “That’s it. Cry harder. Fuck, you get so tight when you sob like that.”

He licked a tear off your cheek, then caught your mouth in a messy kiss, swallowing every whimper as he kept fucking you through the aftershocks.

Your fourth orgasm hit without warning, ripping through you so violently your vision blurred.

You were shaking, thighs trembling uncontrollably, pussy so raw and sensitive that every drag of his cock felt like fire and heaven at the same time.

“Dad—Daddy please—can’t—can’t take anymore—” you sobbed, fresh tears pouring down your face.

Jack’s hand came up to grip your jaw, forcing you to look at him while he continued those punishing thrusts.

His voice was velvet and steel. “You don’t get to decide when it’s enough, sweetheart. I do. And I say you’re going to come on my cock until you’re fucking ruined.”

He shifted his angle slightly and started grinding deep, relentless circles right against your g-spot while his thumb found your clit.

The overstimulation was unbearable now—pleasure so sharp it bordered on pain, but you couldn’t stop clenching around him.

You cried harder, ugly desperate sobs that only made him fuck you faster.

“God, listen to you,” he groaned, voice wrecked with arousal. “Crying and calling me Daddy like such a pathetic, pretty mess. You know how hard that makes me? Feeling you fall apart over and over while your poor little cunt can’t even handle it?”

He leaned down and bit your neck, sucking a mark into your skin as his hips snapped harder. “Come on, baby. Give me another one. Let Dad feel you squeeze the life out of his cock while you’re sobbing.”

Your whole body convulsed under him, tears streaming, chest heaving with sobs as the orgasm tore through your exhausted body.

Jack cursed, hips stuttering as your pulsing heat dragged him closer to the edge. But he still didn’t stop.

He fucked you through it, slower now but just as deep, dragging out every aftershock until you were a whimpering, tear-soaked wreck beneath him.

“Shhh, that’s my girl,” he cooed condescendingly, brushing damp hair from your forehead while still rocking inside you. “Look at you. So fucking pretty when you’re overstimulated and crying for me. My perfect little crybaby.”

[motelbabyydoll]

i’d love a jack or robby fauxcest fic but only comfort!

something about them comforting you when you’re stressed about work/ home life, and they make you feel safe/wanted without sex!

mdni 18+

cw: fauxcest, daddy kink, fluff, pet names (sweetheart, baby, kid), reader is in college (20+) a/n: wait anon ur speaking my language here…I don’t know if this is what you wanted but I lovedddd the idea and I would love to expand on it <3

Dadbf!Jack Abbot who can always tell you had a bad day, and probably not a good night's sleep because you're moody and not following your routine.

He gets home in the early hours of the morning, usually you're already up by the time his car pulls into the driveway, usually he hears you before he sees you: dishes clattering in the kitchen, espresso machine running, your laugh at whatever sitcom you've put on for background noise. Followed by the noise of socked feet racing out of the kitchen and into the hallway to greet him.

So that is what he is expecting to see, but instead he is met with an empty hallway.

“Sweetheart?” He calls, walking into the kitchen.

His tired eyes meet yours over the kitchen island and you’re immediately on him. It’s as if there was some magnetic pull, you press yourself against Jack’s broad chest. And he doesn’t realize you’re crying until he hears the soft sobs and feels your tears dampen his shirt.

“Hey…hey, honey…I’ve got you, I’m here,” One of Jack’s hands cradles your head, pulling it back so you make eye contact. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing, just had a long day yesterday, and couldn’t sleep tonight, and–” You cut yourself off with a sob.

“Okay,” he breathes, tightening his hold around your waist. “Daddy’s here, it’s okay.”

You really don’t know why you’re crying so much, but you’d had such a long day: You woke up late and almost missed an entire lecture, your car had been having issues starting after class and you took half an hour to start it, and then the grocery store was out of the pasta sauce you wanted, and Jack wasn’t home when you got there, it was all too much.

You were so tired and angry that night, but you weren’t going to text Jack, you weren’t going to rely on him, you could get out of an emotional crisis by yourself. But as it turned out, you couldn’t, and you stayed up the whole night tossing and turning and overthinking every prior interaction, every word you’d said.

“‘m sorry, daddy,” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “I don’t know why I’m feeling like this, just had a bad day yesterday, and I missed you…”

Jack is tired, and he knows you are too, so he forgoes breakfast and instead picks you up bridal style and carries you to the bathroom. He needs to clean up, to wash himself of the grime of the hospital and relax, so he fills up the bathtub and lets you wash his hair before he washes yours. Not long after that you’re falling asleep against his chest, with your head tilted back, mouth agape.

“Are you tired, baby?” He breathes against your neck, pressing open mouthed kisses up to your ear.

“A little sleepy, yeah.” You mumble, and he’s ushering you out of the water and to bed.

Your body is still warm from the bath when Jack gets you dressed in one if his old shirts, worn cotton soft against your chest, and your sleep shorts. He lays you down against his chest and, with the curtains drawn and the lights off you could almost believe it was nighttime.

Jack brushes your hair back from your eyes as you fall asleep, soft snores leaving your lips that lull him to sleep.

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[llittlekittennn]

Rollercoaster ride at the fair with Dadbf!Jack

the two of you are at the county fair, playing games, eating funnel cake, drinking lemonade, watching some of the tractor pulls, and just having a blast.

You’re walking together, you’re big pink bear stuff he’d won for you at the ‘dead hang’ in your arms as his hand is on your back, tips of his fingers slightly tucked into the waist band of your skirt, walking in step together. You’re rambling on about something he can’t quite grasp the concept of because he’s too busy staring at how your eyes are floating from the sunset, how your so enthusiastic about the topic, and how your lips keep moving.

Eventually he snaps out of his trance when you’re tugging at his shirt and jumping up and down trying to convince him to go on the rollercoaster with you.

“Please? Pretty, pretty please, dad? I’ve been good all day. Pleaseee?”

He just nods very begrudgingly, and follows behind you as you’re trailing over to the line of people who are waiting to go on. The suns dipping lower and there’s pinks & oranges meshing with some purples & blues now.

You’re standing in the line for what feels like forever, and once the two of you finally reach the booth where the man is checking people’s height your jumping a little more and tugging at his shirt again.

“Oh im so exited! It’s gonna be s’much fun! Thank you dad!!”

when the guy working the rig finally lets the two of you reach the front of the line you set your bear down by the booth as the guy promises to keep it safe, while Jack stares him down because if anything happens to that bear Jack’s gonna be pissed.

The two of you get into the cart together, at the very front, and Jack fastens the lap bar down tightly and let out a small scoff and looks over at how happy you are. You turn to quirk an eyebrow at him and shrugs a little.

“Can’t believe you’re making me do this, kiddo.”

You just smile then playfully nudge him with your shoulder. He smiles a little then rests his hand on your thigh as the ride starts to roll forward on the tracks.

As the ride picks up, time seems to slow, and Jack’s hand is ridding up to the point it’s a little ways higher than the hem of your skirt. His pinky lightly moving to rub over your clothed pussy and play with the hem of the fabric. You’re just watching in front of your eyes fluttering a little as he’s turned to face you. Not even caring about the fact you’re about to drop down like forty feet in the air.

The rides getting to the drop, and Jack’s hand is now completely in your panties, two fingers curling inside you, as your eyes close, mouth parts, and your head tilts back hands holding onto the lap bar with a tight grip.

He’s moving his fingers in and out of your cunt while he watches you in awe. Your slickness is devouring his fingers, and your so tight around them you might be cutting off circulation, you start to buck your hips forward a little bit as he keeps thrusting his fingers in and out of you.

Then it happens. The drop. Your cart is falling down the tracks and his fingers go a little deeper as they fall back into you with the way the cart moves. He’s smirking a little as you let out small moans and your mouth is full of saliva to the mouth bubbles are forming and you feel like a babbling mess.

“oh, Jackie… mmmph… I love you.”

He’s got a mile-wide shit-eating grin on his face, as he runs his tongue over the back of his teeth and watches how much you’re enjoying yourself. You’ve started to stiffen. Hips now more focused on moving, grip on the lap bar handle tighter than ever making your knuckles white and your heads tilted back so far.

Without a second to miss you’re cuming all over his fingers. Wet, sticky, and hot mess. The wind you catch from the way speed of the rollercoaster is letting a breeze blow through your thighs and it feels so good paired with the hot mess he’s made of you.

Once the ride comes to a halt his hand is already away from you, your panties now soaking up the gooey mess of your cunt, and his wiping his fingers on the inside of his shirt.

Neither of you said anything. You just normally go about. Lap bar coming up, Jack steps out first offering you his hand, then you step out walking with him down to the gravel of the fairgrounds. Getting your bear back from the guy working the rig. You make it about four steps and then you’re looking over to him. Beaming.

The sun’s set a lot lower and the sky’s practically dark. Only small hints of blue left in the sky, but the stars are still not out.

“I’ve had a lot of fun. But can we go home now, dad?” You lay your head against his shoulder and he nods

so if any of you have seen Fear that’s where I’ve got my idea from… <3 also just realized Jackie doesn’t say much… too late! Anyways. Love you all LOTS AND LOTS like polka dots!!

[harryscherriess]

POV: what your camera roll looks like when you’re dating older!Jack Abbot, you love a good 0.5 photo but jack just doesn’t get it and is always going “Babe… I don’t know why you wanna see me from this angle. I look ridiculous.”

You’re cracking up, arm stretched out, already snapping the next ten: “Because it’s so fun, Jackie! And you look so handsome, oh my god.”

a/n my first time doing one of these, lowk very fun and might do more idk, lmk what yall think and please don’t let this flop 💔

[harryscherriess]

Chill Guy

Pairing: Dad bf! Jack Abbot x f!reader

This is based on this post. I literally couldn't stop thinking about it!!! need to be his controversial young girlfriend so bad.

CW: fauxcest? kinda, smut, praise kink, daddy kink, idk what else

a/n: this might be my best work yet idk, lmk what yall think 🫦

The living room smelled like vanilla candles, prosecco, and the faint citrus of your body spray. Laughter bounced off the walls as your friends sprawled across the sectional, half-drunk and loud. Jack moved through them like a very expensive, very attentive shadow refilling glasses, carrying trays of snacks, quietly clearing empty bottles without being asked.

He looked stupidly hot doing it. Black t-shirt stretched across his shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show the muscle in his forearms. Salt-and-pepper hair just messy enough to look effortless. Every time one of your friends thanked him, he gave them that small, almost shy smile that made your stomach flip. You caught him watching you again from the kitchen doorway, brown eyes soft and a little uncertain.

Later, after the girls had migrated to the balcony for photos and gossip, Jack gently caught your wrist and tugged you into the hallway just off the living room.

 The music was still thumping, but it felt distant here. He backed you against the wall, one big hand braced beside your head, caging you in without quite touching.

“Sweetheart…” His voice was low, rough, almost embarrassed. “Your friends… do they like me?”

You blinked up at him, biting back a smile.

“I mean, do they think I’m… y’know… chill?” He winced at his own word choice, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t want to be the creepy old guy who just pays for everything and hovers.”

God, he was pathetic in the hottest way possible.

You slid your hands up his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart under your palms. “Jack.”

He looked down at you, desperate for reassurance.

“They don’t think you’re chill,” you said softly. His face fell for half a second until you continued, “They think you’re hot. Like… stupidly, unfairly hot. They’ve been asking me all night how the hell I landed a man who looks like you and still acts like this.”

His breath hitched.

You rose up on your toes, lips brushing his ear. “They all wanna climb you like a tree, Daddy.”

The pet name hit him like a live wire. Jack’s hand snapped to your waist, gripping hard enough to bruise as he pressed you flush against the wall. His other hand slid up to cradle the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair.

“Fuck,” he breathed, forehead dropping to yours. “You can’t say shit like that to me right now.”

“Why not?” You smiled sweetly, sliding one hand down his stomach until your palm pressed over the very obvious bulge in his jeans. “You’ve been such a good cool dad all night. Don’t you want your reward?”

He groaned quietly, hips twitching into your touch.

You kept whispering, cruel and sweet at the same time. “They’re all jealous, you know. They see the way you look at me. The way you pay for everything, the way you spoil me rotten… They want a man who’ll do anything to make his little girl happy. Even play butler on girls’ night just so she can show him off.”

Jack’s control snapped. He kissed you hard, all teeth and hunger, like he was trying to climb inside you. 

When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, pupils blown.

“Bedroom,” he rasped. “Now.”

You barely made it inside before he had you bent over the edge of the bed, dress rucked up around your waist. He didn’t even bother taking your panties off, just shoved them to the side and pushed in with one deep, greedy thrust.

“Jesus Christ, baby,” he growled against your neck, one arm wrapped around your chest to hold you tight against him. “So fucking tight. Always so good for me.”

You moaned into the comforter as he fucked you in steady, punishing strokes, the wet slap of skin loud in the room.

“Tell me again,” he demanded, voice cracking. “Tell me what they said.”

“They think you’re so hot,” you gasped, pushing back to meet his thrusts. “They want you. But you’re mine. Only ever gonna be mine, Daddy.”

A broken sound tore out of his throat. His rhythm faltered, hips stuttering as he got close.

“Gonna fill you up,” he panted. “Gonna send you back out there dripping down your thighs so they know exactly who you belong to.”

You came first, clenching around him with a muffled cry, and Jack followed right after, burying himself deep and spilling inside you with a low, wrecked groan.

For a long moment, the only sounds were your breathing and the distant bass of the music outside.

Then Jack carefully turned you around, kissing you slow and tender, thumbs brushing over your flushed cheeks.

“You really think they like me?” he asked again, quieter this time. Vulnerable.

You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Baby… they love you. Almost as much as I do.”

He exhaled shakily, pressing his face into your hair like he still couldn’t quite believe it.

Outside, your friends were calling your name, wondering where you’d disappeared to.

Jack kissed the top of your head, voice low and satisfied.

“Go back out there, sweetheart. I’ll bring more drinks in a minute… after I clean you up.”