bunny

hiiiii!! i’m bunny!

she/her, 18, desi

requests are so open! feel free to send all your smutty thoughts

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minors please please please do not interact! this is an 18+ blog. ageless/blank blogs will be blocked.

please don’t dm me if it’s not fic related (basically, do not message me if you’re going to be weird and pervy towards ME. let’s only be weird and pervy to the characters)

i do write taboo/dark kinks. most is probably dead dove. read at your own discretion!!

i only write for f!reader !!

my hyperfixations

titus danforth (ready or not 2)

ursula danforth (ready or not 2)

jack abbot (the pitt)

michael robinavitch (the pitt)

terry mccandless (reckless)

sammy bryant (southland)

daniel le domas (ready or not)

pope cody (animal kingdom)

will also write for

frank langdon (the pitt)

brendon park (the pitt)

baran al-hashimi (the pitt)

dean winchester (supernatural)

john winchester (supernatural)

okay we’re gonna get a bit fucked up with this…… choose your adventure mentally, realcest or fauxcest

uncle!jack abbot x female reader, jack is a perv 💕, 1.6k words

jack had tried. he really had. he had tried not to look at you that way. since the moment you turned sixteen, he’d made an effort not to be alone with you too long, to keep conversations brief. he mentally hit himself whenever he caught himself staring at your legs at barbecues and family gatherings.

“do not picture her bent over. do not picture her naked. do not picture her in the bath or the pool or near any body of water. do not picture her lips around your cock. do not picture— you asshole, she’s your niece.” the mantra he kept repeating to himself. over and over till the information felt like it was seeping out of his skull and onto the floor. you’d felt it, the great shift. no more uncle jack ruffling your hair or picking you up or calling you baby.

but now, your parents are hosting a pool party to celebrate your eighteenth birthday. you’re in an outrageous gingham bikini. seriously, if you were his daughter, he’d never allow this. he knows how men are. how they’d look at you. how he looks at you.

he brought a gift, of course. it’d be rude not to. he went to sephora and picked up a few glosses. then he kicked himself because he started picturing you applying it, which led to him picturing you kissing him, which led to— “uncle jackie!” you call out “get in the pool!”

he laughs, trying to cover up the fact that he absolutely could not go in the pool with you. not without getting arrested, that is. he waves a hand. “i’m good where i am, kiddo. trust me, you don’t wanna see this old man without his shirt.” fuck. he made it weird. why did he have to make it weird?

you frown and lift yourself up on the ledge of the pool, breaking into a sprint to hug him. he glances down. do not look at her tits, you dirty old man. do not do it. he does anyways. he couldn’t help. the sheen from the pool and sun making you all the more inviting, what it would be like to bury his face in….

you slam into him, desperate for the easy affection he used to provide you with. he wraps an arm around you, kissing your head. “eighteen, huh? i remember when you were just born, all tiny and pink. now you’re an adult. jesus. i’m getting old.” he taps your cheeks. “remember you when you were still potty training. you had this guilty little look whenever you told anyone you had an accident. just the cutest.” you wrinkle your nose. “can we not talk about” you whisper “potty training.” he raises his hands. “sorry, kiddo. just remembering how full my sister’s hands were with you.”

your eyes dart hungrily to the sephora bag. “that for me?” he furrows his brows, scratches his head in deep concentration. “damn… i thought i bought lip glosses for myself.” you giggle. uncle jack is so funny! you press into him again and stand on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. “thank you, uncle jackie.” he takes a deep breath in. do not get hard. do not get hard. do not get hard because the girl you’ve known since before she was born kissed your cheek, you fucking pervert! you are a physician, a veteran, goddamnit. you can keep your cool.

you grab the bag out of his hand, and whip your head around. your mom calls. “shower and put on your dress, hon. we’ll take pictures and cut the cake when you’re out.” you pout, but know better than to pick a fight with your mom, on your birthday, no less. you run off, kiss your mom on the cheek, and head into the house.

jack sits at a table with your mother. she pulls out her phone, scrolling to a picture from exactly eighteen years ago today. jack holding you as a newborn. she tears up. “can you believe it, jack? my baby girl? a woman?” oh, he can believe it. he believes it so hard that if his sister knew how much he believes it, she’d have his head on a spike, rightfully so. he shakes his head, throat growing dry. “she’s still a little girl,” he says, trying to convince himself “’s not like eighteen changes anything.” she dabs at her eyes, then checks the time. “thirty minutes… jack, go up to her room and try to rush her out, i’ll take out the cake.”

he does not groan. that would look weird, right? he’s not about to look weird. he’s been in your room countless times. he raps on the door. the water is still running. he should leave. should tell his sister that you’re still in the shower and that he’ll check again in ten minutes. he does not. he sits on your loveshackfancy bedspread. he remembers your mom decorating this room years ago. god. his niece.

the water shuts off five minutes later. he should announce himself. should call out that he’s here. should say “get yourself decent, kid.” he does not.

you exit your bathroom, fully bare, save for the towel on your head. he expects you to scream, to freak out, to hit him. instead, you just tilt your head. fuck. he’s hard. “uncle jackie? why… are you in my room?” he rubs his greying facial hair, looking down. “your mom wanted me to get you for cake.”

you shift from side to side. “why aren’t you looking at me, jackie?” his voice goes rough. “uncle jackie.” he corrects. his brow raises as you make no effort to cover up. “i should go—” your hand darts out, grabbing his wrist. “stay. i’ve missed you.” you frown. he chuckles. “kid, there’s better ways to catch up that don’t involve you being naked in front of your uncle. you’re not a little girl anymore, don’t know if you realize, but it’s a little inappropriate.”

you pout. “you never hang out with me anymore… did i do something bad?” he stares at the floor intently, desperate for you not to notice the hard on in his shorts. “nah, kid. nothing you need to worry your pretty head about. i’ve just been busy.”

jack tries not to look as you bend and take the towel off of your head, water dripping down onto the hardwood floor. you sit on his lap. he sucks in a breath. “jesus, baby. this is so not okay.”

you wriggle over his erection. jack throws his head back. “honey. i’m your uncle. you can’t be doing this.” you press your face into his neck. “just want you to like me again…” he barks out a laugh. “you’re gonna make me more than like you if you keep that up.” your face lights up like a child, which, to be fair, you were less than 24 hours ago. you wriggle around even more. he sucks in a breath. “christ. where’d you learn how to do that?” your face brightens. “my friend told me this is how you make guys like you.” his jaw tightens. “never tried it before?” you curl into him further, rocking your hips over his clothes. “nope!” you pop the p “just you, uncle jackie.”

it is at that point that jack throws the last remaining shred of his morals to the wind. his hands comes down on your ass. “you know what’s even better at making guys like you?” you shake your head. “let uncle jackie show you. but it’s just for us, mkay? just uncle jackie and his sweet girl’s secret.”

you grin as he pushes you back on your bed. he curses internally. who knows how long you two have before your mom gets fed up and comes searching herself. “you’ll like me so much after this?” jack sighs, unbuckling his pants. “i’ll like you the most, princess.” he crawls over you on duvet. he hasn’t taken off his shirt, polo still fully on. he presses his lips to yours, shoving his tongue in roughly. “that’s how grown ups kiss. and you’re a grown up now, aren’t you?” you whimper. it feels strange. but uncle jackie promised to like you the most after this!

jack presses a kiss to your forehead. “now,” he strokes your cheek, “this may pinch a bit. i’m gonna cover your mouth so no one finds out we’re having so much fun without them.” you nod. that makes sense. besides, uncle jackie is a doctor. he wouldn’t do anything that would damage you. his hand clasps firmly over your mouth as he slides into you, all the way to the hilt. he does not stop as you whine and cry into his hand. his voice lowers. “i know, i know, bunny. that was a biiiig stretch, huh? but you’re so brave, yes you are. uncle jackie’s got you.”

you cling onto him, trying to kiss him as he pummels your cunt. you whine softly into his palm. he silences you with a kiss to your forehead. “so good, baby. making uncle jackie like you so much. you’re the best girl ever.” you wriggle under his grasp. “even better than your wife?” his hips stutter. his dead wife. and here he is, fucking his barely legal niece. the guilt barely lasts a second. “much better. you just wanna make me happy, right?” you nod fervently, close, though you do not know it yet. you squeeze around him, causing his head to fall over. he thrusts, over and over and over again, until you are dripping and full with his cum. he starts to soften inside you, pressing another kiss to your head.

oh….. well yes!!!

titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest

you come to titus with the idea when he was having lunch. steak. extremely rare. sometimes, you thought he did this just so you’d see him with blood on his teeth. all the same, you came with a brochure for a university in the area that allowed hybrid programs. you weren’t stupid. you knew there was no way he let you live on campus. you shift yourself from foot to foot. “um, daddy? there’s something important i want to ask you…”

titus smiles, sharp as any shark, “anything for my little girl.” you gulp. you can do this! daddy’s not that scary. he loves you. he— “i want to college— there’s a program— hybrid, i’d live at home, but some days i could go to class and—” it comes out as word vomit. you’re cut off by a bark of a laugh. “honey, your old man is the most powerful man alive. you don’t need college.” he says it like it’s a slur.

you steel yourself. you can be a big girl. you can!! it’s possible!. titus stalks towards you, the light gleaming off silver curls. he pinches the flesh of your cheek. you squirm. “was just an idea.” there it is. you fold like a house of cards, too frightened to betray the only comfort you’ve ever known. he knew this would happen. but he has to keep his little girl in check. he can’t have you running around, thinking independence is in appropriate subject. his voice lowers. “you trying to make dad sad, baby?”

you begin to tear up. no. no. that is even worse than making dad angry. “cause from where i stand, it seems like you don’t appreciate how much daddy cares about you.” a fat tear runs down your face. then another. then another. he brushes them away. “gonna bring one of these stupid, ungrateful ideas to me again?” your face crumples. “no, daddy.”

he pushes you to your knees, which hit the hardwood floor with a pronounced thud. “you wanna make it up to daddy? ‘s the least you could do.” you let out a sigh of relief. “yes, wanna apologize.”

rabbot x reader, cw: fauxcest, aftercare, but also they can’t stop trying to fuck you, robby is dad, jack is daddy

the moment you feel your vision going spotty, you attempt to tap out. you hit the couch. once. twice. but it doesn’t come out as a tap. it looks like you having a tantrum, which is what got you into this mess in the first place. your chest heaves. you can’t breathe. distantly, you hear robby click his tongue behind you. “we hitting the leather now?” your head swims and you slam against the arm of the couch, going completely limp.

when you come to, robby is the one who looks like he’s about to crack in two. your head is in jack’s lap, and dad keeps wiping your face and brow with a cool cloth. your lips part. robby’s face crumples with complete relief. “oh god, honey. you were trying to tap out, weren’t you?” you try to muster a nod. jack bends to kiss you hair. “our poor baby. dads got too mean, huh?”

robby’s large hand envelopes your own. he brings it to his lips. “i’m so sorry, baby. i wasn’t listening right. that was on me.” you move to nuzzle his cheek. “‘s okay, dad… love you.” he looks to jack, who nods. robby pulls you into a crushing hug. “my baby. i love you so much. so, so much. dad got out of hand.” his voice cracks. you shake your head. “was bad… was so, so bad.” your breath hitches. you’re close to tears again. robby rocks you, back and forth and back, “you did so good. we’re so proud of you. we love you so much.”

your eyes are glassy with devastation. you repeat “didn’t wanna be bad.” jack presses a kiss to your head. “you’ve never been bad a day in your life, angel.” he looks to robby, who clears his throat. “daddy’s right. you’ve never been bad. you know we love you.”

jack wipes at his eyes, though he’d deny it if you ever asked. he forces a smile. “you want cocoa, princess? think that’ll make it better?” you shake your head miserably. “don’t deserve cocoa.” robby fights the ugly, automatic urge to lecture you. to slap you. to say “you don’t decide that.” instead, he rubs your back, tilts your chin, and peppers kisses on your cheeks. “course you deserve it, baby. sweetest girl in the world deserves sweet drinks.” he adds, semi cruelly, “you trust us, don’t you?”

you nod your head fervently. if there is one thing you trust in this world, it’s your dads. jack kisses your head again. “daddy’s gonna make you cocoa, okay?” you make a pitiful sound. “okay…”

while jack works in the kitchen, robby kneels in front of you. he presses your thighs apart. “lemme say sorry, angel.” his mouth works against you. your head tilts back. “‘s my fault.” again, he fights the urge to smack your thigh. he shakes his head, beard scratching against your skin. “no, baby. it wasn’t. you did so well.”

jack comes back into the living room, cup of hot chocolate in hand. he smiles softly, then settles beside you as robby continues. “dad helping you out, bunny?” his lips are on yours, firm, steady. you feel the tension in your heart ebb. jack kneads at your breast. “we just want you to feel good, honey. wanna cum for your dads?”

your body begins to spasm. you clutch at robby’s hair. he doesn’t flinch. his tongue works until you fall apart, and pulls away without overstimulating you. jack pulls you into his lap. robby kisses your cheek, lips still glossy with your release. “forgive us.”

like robby is so out right mean and condescending always calling her a clumsy rabbit when she does something he doesn't like or pulls her ears when when she's trying to watch tv. Sometimes when he's had a long shift and he comes home to his bunny sleeping he takes her right there : (( she used to be a brat and complain abt it but now she just turns and kisses him since her little bunny brain is so foggy from his touch

jack on the other hand is so sweet: (( he'll always coddle and spoil her with gifts and affection he even took her to a sex shop to buy her special toys ! only thing is he'd put them within her reach when both men are at work and watch on the cameras as she touches herself: (( he even shows robby knowing she'll get punished when they get home

rabbot x reader, bunny!reader, mean!robby (but jack is definitely playing into it)

you can’t help it! you’re just a dumb bunny, after all! jack says that with affection, robby with a hint of derision.

you can’t help that you need something inside you constantly. robby sighs in the middle of the night often when you climb on top of him, rolling your hips over a very involuntary tent in his pants.

he likes to slap you. “bunny can’t even fucking control herself.” you whine, unable to see through the dark, the haze of your own need. you press against him, skin burning. “dada…” he lays back lazily, makes a show of yawning. “well, c’mon, sweetheart. we don’t have all night. dada’s gotta go to work and be a productive member of society.” a large hand pats your hip, all the encouragement you need. you furrow your brow and grab his cock in both hands, attempting to shove it inside you. “easy, bunny. easy.”

after particularly hard days, robby will grab you. even if you’re just on your tummy, watching a show, gnawing on a carrot shaped chew toy. he pulls you against him. you’ll thump one foot against the carpet, and receive a firm pull to your ears. you yelp out, ears flattening, cowering :(. he just flicks your cheek. “bend over.”

jack, on the other hand, lives for coddling you. “can’t be mean to her, man. ‘s not like she can help herself. just wired that way.” he holds you in his lap, toying with your clit. “you’re built to be needy, aren’t you?” you nod desperately. jack pets your head, then shoves your face down into a cushion. “see what she’ll do if you’re just a little nice to her?” he produces a plug with a cotton tail at the end, swipes between your pussy lips, and eases it into you. you squeal, but do not fight. you whimper. give a little kick of your foot.

jack even brings you special treats. whipped cream. all you have to do to earn it is bend over and let him fill you. and you want to be filled anyway!!! sometimes robby will come home to you under jack, on the dining table. jack throws his head back, and robby points a finger at you. “look at what you do to jackie. now he’s gonna be all frustrated at work.” jack ruts into you, pressing kisses to your soft face. “such a good bunny.”

jack leaves toys out on your bed when he decides to pick up an extra shift during the day. it’s not malicious. he wants you to feel good! you take the rabbit, the plug, and use them, crying for your daddy.

-🥀

well yes he would be!!

titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest, slapping

titus catches you smoking his cigar in the middle of the day. it is big and thick and you clearly don’t understand how to wield it, given it keeps slipping out of your mouth. he was supposed to be in a meeting, but gone done early and wanted to see his little girl. he clears his throat. “baby.”

you jump, easily startled. he points to the cigar, now burning in your hand. “whatcha got there? couldn’t be daddy’s cigar, could it?” you panic. “no, it’s not.” titus raises his brow. “so there’s some other man who smokes cigars that you’ve been stealing.”

you begin to sweat. daddy does not seem to be in a forgiving mood. you pout up at him. “‘s not a big deal, daddy.” critical error. his face goes cold. “oh, so i should just let my little girl smoke? that what i’m hearing?” you choose, wisely, not to comment.

he grabs your face in his palm. you shift nervously. “i’m sorry, daddy. just wanted a taste. ‘ve never done it before.” his thumb rubs over your cheek. “aw, you’ve never done it before? only betrayed daddy’s trust this once, then?” his hand cracks down across your mouth. you yelp, tears already pooling. he brushes them away. “no, don’t cry cause you got caught, honey.”

he picks up the cigar, turning it between his fingers. he hands it back to you. “well, go ahead. finish it.” you look at him suspiciously. he smacks the back of your head. “you’ll finish the whole thing. put it to your lips.” you obey.

four puffs in, you start to cough. he laughs. “not so much fun now, is it?” your eyes water. “wanna stop…” he shakes his head. “not happening, baby. you’re gonna learn why daddy has rules.”

titus moves in front of you. he grabs your legs and lifts them. your hamstrings burn. your lungs burn. your eyes burn. he undoes his pants. “you’ll be pretty uncomfortable, angel. that’s what happens when you steal from your old man.”

he doesn’t prep you. doesn’t make an effort to try to get you wet. doesn’t even try to circle your clit like he halfheartedly does normally. he just shoves inside your warmth. you gasp. he grabs the cigar and pushes it down into your mouth.” you choke. “remember. gotta keep it in, baby.” you try to shake your head. it slips. he smacks your ass. “i said keep it the fuck in.”

he pumps into you. “do you think that daddy has rules for no reason?” it’s a trick question, let the cigar slip, get smacked. don’t speak, get fucked rougher. you opt for the latter. sure enough, he slams into you. “i asked you a question. gone all dumb, haven’t you? cigar smoke and dad’s cock in you.”

he folds over you, pressing you deeper into the chaise, skin dangerously close to the cigar. “you gonna fuck with me again, baby?” you shake your head fervently. he removes the cigar. your face has gone red from holding your breath. you gasp. “no, daddy!”

— 🎭.

michael robinavitch x female reader, robby is dad, jack is daddy, cw: fauxcest, part of dadbfs!rabbot, but really just robby in this

you shock robby on a normal tuesday night.

that’s the part that gets him.

jack had already been gone for two hours on shift. he’d kissed your face, clapped robby on the back, and said “be good for dad, angel.”

robby had rolled his eyes. he loved you. god, he did. but there was no way you were going to be good. that’s okay. he’s accepted this. he’s not really in the punishing mood tonight, and crosses his fingers you don’t break too huge of a rule and force him to discipline you.

but you’ve been shockingly good. you didn’t complain at dinner. you sat on his lap, asked about his day, talked about a book you were reading. he checked your homework with a pit in his stomach, but found everything in order. when bedtime rolls around, he’s certain he’ll get some resistance. a whiny “but i’ve been so good,” at least. nothing. you let him lead you up to bed, brush your teeth, and run your bath.

he sits on the chair beside your bathtub, because he always insists on it. he’s not going to let his kid drown, no matter how bratty you may or may not have been. you play quietly with the bath toys until he speaks. “not to jinx it,” he smiles “but you’ve been really sweet tonight.”

you hum, swirling around a pink duck. “didn’t wanna make you mad. you looked sad when you came in.” his heart gives a stupid little pang. he did have an awful day. someone died. it was stupid and preventable and he had practically begged the family to take the treatment they were offering. if he was in a meaner mood, he probably would’ve sneered. would’ve said something like, “oh, you think you can manage your dad’s moods now? is that it?” but he just smiles sadly, reaches over into the tub, and pets your hair. “that’s very nice of you, baby. thank you.”

you blush, squirming in the tub, bathwater sloshing around you. dad doesn’t normally call you baby, unless it’s combined with a faux coo of “poor baby” while he punishes you. “didn’t wanna be trouble…” robby is rolling up the sleeves of his cotton shirt now, long fingers flexing. “oh, you’ve been so, so good. let dad take care of you now.” he grabs your arm, pulls you up, and turns you around. digits quickly find your pussy. “aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the world?”

his voice has gone syrupy and soft. it’s not like robby normally. given, you don’t often give him the chance to be this nice. you gasp as two fingers press into you. “dad… feels good.” you can hear the smile in robby’s voice, still gentle and low. “yeah, dad wants to make you feel good, baby. lemme make my sweet girl feel all happy.”

he speeds up his motions when he feels you getting close around his fingers. your legs shake and he’s standing over you now, and arm around your waist to keep you from falling, still working you. “just what dad needs after a long, hard day. should be like this more often. ‘s not like i want to be punishing you all the time.”

you whine softly. “please—” robby goes deeper than before. you’re finished. through. you soak his hand and start to tear up. he quickly picks you up, wraps you in a towel, and carries you to your bed. “so warm and soft. my sweet baby.”

normally, after a bath, robby is quick with drying your hair and getting you to sleep. but he climbs in the bed with you now, pulling you against him, face to face. his beard brushes against your skin as he kisses your shoulder. you shiver, and his arms tighten. “can dad give you special cuddles now, kiddo?” your heart flutters again. he doesn’t ask to fuck you. normally he just pushes into you, smacking you around a little if you dare to protest.

you nod, and feel him, thick and hard, entering into you. his face drops to the top of your head, as if his strings have been cut. “love you so much, kid. y’know that?” you nod fervently as he ruts into you, your face pressed into his neck. he mumbles. “love you just as much as daddy does. just scared you’ll get hurt. ‘s why i’m so strict.” you squirm as your orgasm comes on. he holds you tighter. “love you too, dad.”

titus danforth x female reader, cw: fauxcest, cw: noncon

the first time titus puts you on display, you shake uncontrollably. he had told you earlier that morning, “i wanna show off my girl at the poker game tonight.” that alone had scared you, as it should have. titus hosts a poker game once a month, in the danforth resort’s casino. he has been ever since you could remember. normally, you weren’t allowed in the room. he kissed you tenderly while dressing you in a soft blue babydoll, thin and nearly transparent. “daddy’ll be there the whole time. you’ll do great.”

this is how you find yourself on the stage. the stage is normally meant for live music, lulling gamblers into a false sense of safety. now, armed guards are positioned at each door, and the room only holds seven men, one being titus.

he comes behind you, cashmere sweater pressing against you. you lean in instinctively, cold from the material of your barely there dress. his lips curl as he glances at the men watching you. “gentlemen, this is my beautiful girl. say hello.” the men look at you with sharp, assessing gazes. “hello” the chorus rings out.

titus tilts your head up, then turns it so you have to properly see the men. “the rules of the game are simple. you all get to look, you bid on what tricks you want to see her do to me, and you do not, under any circumstances, think this gives you the right to touch.”

the first man raises his paddle. “100k to see her crawl.” titus’s jaw tightens. “you lowballing me right now?” the man’s face pales. “a million?” titus smiles. “well that’s more like it.”

you are gently pushed to the floor. titus stands a few feet away. “crawl to daddy, sweetheart.” you do. your cheeks burn and your knees ache, but you do.

the next man raises his paddle. “five million to see her gag on your cock.” titus tilts his head and looks down at you. “c’mon, baby. you’ve done it before.” you reach out to undo his pants, but he beats you to it. he takes your face between meaty palms, rough, and moves your head so your nose is touching his pelvic bone. you sputter, try to press at his thighs. it is futile. he keeps moving your head, cock sliding down your throat as tears well in your eyes.

another man raises the paddle, just as titus finishes. he doesn’t remove his cock. you know you’re supposed to swallow around him, throat constricting. you do it. “seven million to see you fingerfuck her.”

titus picks you up by the wrist. you shake your head into his chest. “no more… ‘s embarrassing.” titus coos. “oh, baby. there’s nothing to be embarrassed of. dad’s friends are just looking at how pretty you are. nothing bad about that.” he wipes the tears from your face and kisses your hair. “you’re doing so well. daddy’s so proud of you.”

he bends you over the podium. your mouth goes slack as he presses two fingers into you. your head falls forward. “see what i mean? she’s so obedient. she’ll fuss, sure, but she’ll do whatever i ask of her.” the men nod approvingly. he curls his fingers. you screw your eyes shut, close. “trying to fucking milk my fingers. attagirl.”

OH WELL YES

titus danforth x female reader, cw: stepcest, cw: noncon heavy, 1.4k words

your mother’s family was much beloved of mr. le bail. even when they broke the rules, no one from your line had ever exploded. this was extremely valuable to the high council.

when titus took the high seat, he decided that he wanted bloodline immunity for himself. he sent your mother a proposal through mr. le bail’s lawyer, and she accepted instantly. the wedding happened in the satanic temple under danforth lodge the next night. you were still away at university. you found out over the phone. your mother presented it to you as the most wonderful thing possible. “oh, honey. he has the high seat. he’s the most powerful person in the world. that makes us the most powerful people in the world.”

for a month, titus conducted his marital duty with reluctance. your mother did not make a lot of noise. he flipped her over, fucked her, and then collapsed. night in, night out.

when you arrive at the danforth lodge the summer following your freshman year at college, your mom rushes to greet you. “oh, my baby. you haven’t changed a bit. come. meet your new dad.” she leads you through the lodge. oakwood and mounted heads of various exotic animals. you grimace at the sight of a stuffed tiger.

you are having tea with her in the dining room when titus walks in. he raises a brow and takes the seat next to you, not your mother. “well, if it isn’t our lovely daughter.

you shift, uncomfortable under his predatory gaze. your father had died less than a year ago. still, your mother kicks your shin under the table. “say thank you.” heat rises to your cheeks. “thank you.” “dad” your mother fills in. you grimace, looking as if you’ve tasted something sour. “thank you, dad.”

she turns back to titus, giving him her most charming manners. “she has absolutely zero manners sometimes.” he smiles back. it’s cold. “nothing a little discipline can’t fix, i’m sure.”

the entire night at dinner, titus openly touches you. a hand at your back when you stand to go the bathroom. a hand at your lip where a spot of food has appeared. your mother notices, of course she does, you look to her a dozen times. she says nothing, just gives a pursed smile.

you are led to your room upstairs by pernilla. she is a large and imposing woman. you try to make small talk. she doesn’t respond. at first glance, the room is spacious, but sparse, not that you ever kept much decor. a few mementos, here and there. you strip off your clothes, ready to take a scalding hot shower. titus enters without knocking. you cover yourself instinctively. “get out!”

he laughs, and your blood runs cold. “relax, honey. i’m your dad now. dads see their little girls naked all the time. though, we do have some lost years to catch up on.” you shake your head fervently. “i’ll tell my mom!” he gives you a faux pout. “oh, i’m sure you will. and she’ll kiss your hair and tell you to be nice to your new dad, won’t she?”

the awful, terrible thing about that, is that he’s right. he’s so right. your mother would say exactly those words. he takes your face in one hand, smushing your cheeks together. “don’t worry, sweetheart. daddy’s gonna keep you safe from now on.”

he leaves without fucking you that night. just lets his gaze pass over your naked body, assessing. he smiles, a twinkle of amusement visible. “have a good night, princess. sweet dreams.”

you have to get out of here.

the next morning, you wake up early. you repack your suitcase. you tell yourself you will leave this house and titus and your godforsaken mother behind. you drag the suitcase down the stairs, wincing at the noise. you make it to the door when you hear a throat clear behind you. “sneaking out, are we? that’s not good behavior, is it?”

you smile, fake and polite and everything your mother has trained you to be. “it was so lovely meeting you, but my friend has had an emergency. i need to go be with her.” he shakes his head “absolutely not. you’ll stay here. what use could you possibly be in an emergency?” you try to laugh, but it comes out thin. “she needs me. you know how it is.” he tilts his head. “i’m afraid i don’t ‘know how it is,’ what i do know is that my daughter came sneaking down the stairs with her suitcase, about to disappear into the night. clearly, no one has ever taught you the first thing about safety.”

you square your shoulders, attempting to look bigger than you truly are. “i’m an adult. and i’m your wife’s daughter. not yours.” he clicks his tongue. “see. this is what i mean. you think because you’re an ‘adult’ you can just go endanger yourself. not in this house. in this house, little girls are safe and respectful.”

you try to push past him. “you can’t force me to stay.” he grabs you, rough around your wrist. “on the contrary, yes i can.” he drags you upstairs. you scream. writhe. nearly fall to the ground. he throws you over his shoulder and carries you the rest of the way up. he slams you down on your bed. “now. you’re going to stay here and think about how daddy is only trying to keep you safe. i have some issues to sort out with your mother.”

you scream, “you’re insane!” as he locks the door from the outside. you cry, curse, slam your fist against the heavy door. it won’t give. nearly half an hour later, you hear voices outside your door. your mother’s. and titus’s.

“i’ll put this plainly. i think we need to live separately. i’ll keep our daughter. you’ll retain all the benefits of being married to me, i’ll retain all the benefits of being married to you.” there’s barely a pause, your mother’s voice coming instantly “whatever i want, whenever i want it. swear on mr. le bail, and she’s yours.” your heart sinks. no. no. no. do not leave me with this madman. “i swear on mr. le bail, that you may have whatever you want, whenever you want it, if i get to keep the girl.”

the door unlocks, and your mother walks through, a smile plastered on your face. “honey, i’m gonna be away for a bit. i want to travel. dad will take care of you! love you lots!” you scream. “you cannot give me to him!” she pets your hair. “oh relax, sweetie. he likes you. he won’t hurt you.”

your mother leaves soon after that. she gives titus a kiss on the cheek. he says, extremely politely, “i’ll get your things mailed.” anything to get you alone as soon as possible.

the moment the door closes, he stalks back up to your room. he unlocks the door. “you’ll understand why i have to keep you in here soon. you’re just too pretty. you don’t know what men will want to do to you. i do. you just gotta stay here, with me.”

you’re frozen with fear. your one hope at safety, your mother, just left with her trunks packed, not a care in the world. he presses your legs apart, pushing you back on the bed. “spread your legs wide, there we go, just like that.” you try not to look as he undoes his pants, hard cock springing free from dark trousers. he pushes the head of it against your hole. “now, this is going to feel a little funny, okay? stay with me.” you do not say that you’ve had sex before. that would likely anger him. you close your eyes, tight. he groans into your ear. “such a sweet girl. you’re going to learn how to be so good for your dad, won’t you? you just haven’t had a proper parent yet.”

his thumb circles your clit in tight circles, unwilling though you are, your peak approaches. you let out an involuntary whimper. he smiles, pleased. “that’s it. just give in to daddy. i’ll make you feel so good. you won’t ever need anyone else.”

okay nixing whitaker (so sorry, not my thing 🙈) absolutely running with dadbfs!rabbot bringing a puppy home for reader because she’s been so lonely. but there are strings attached…..

rabbot x female reader, cw: fauxcest, cw: noncon-ish, robby is dad and jack is daddy, dadbfs!rabbot

the day jack brings you a puppy, you nearly faint from the excitement. robby didn’t love the idea, “we’re gonna end up taking care of it, jack, not her.” but daddy insisted you needed one. “she’s so lonely, man. something like that would be good for her.” robby, as always, reluctantly gave in.

the puppy is a small golden retriever, who jack purchased from a breeder, because dad said that he doesn’t trust the temperaments of shelter dogs, and he doesn’t want to see you bitten. he likes to yip and nuzzle your thighs. you immediately pull it to your chest. “this is goldie. he’s my best friend now.” jack laughs. “hear that, brother. we’ve been demoted.”

you love goldie. you’d do anything for him, which makes him an extremely effective tool to control you with. one night, you throw a fit when robby comes home, a bit too rough with bullying his cock in your cunt. you slap at his chest, “stop it! too much.” he catches your hand, “c’mon, kiddo. gotta deal with some discomfort if you wanna be a good dog owner. otherwise, daddy and i will have to take him to the pound.” you immediately go boneless. “sorry— no. i can take the discomfort.” you try to lift your head. robby smiles, too sharp. “attagirl. maybe daddy was right to get you that thing after all.”

the next day, you decide to take goldie to the park. you play fetch, get some reading done, and walk back home. at the house, jack is waiting. he pulls you in close from behind, “how was the park?” your face lights up. “oh my god, daddy. it was so much fun! we ran and played and—” he presses his face into your neck. “yeah? looks like you really love him, huh, princess?” you nod excitedly “yeah, and—” he smiles. “yeah, i had to fight a lot with dad to get him for you. wanna give daddy a special thank you?”

you turn around, and he pushes you down to your knees on the hardwood floor. jack gives you a little pinch. “open your mouth, sweetheart. show me how much you like the puppy.” you open your mouth, and pulls his underwear down and slaps his cock on your tongue. “now, pant like a puppy, honey.” you pant. he laughs. “that’s my sweet girl.” he grabs the back of your head and pushes in all the way to the base. you gag. but you remember, you have to show you can handle discomfort. you start to suck. he pets your face. “that’s it. my perfect girl can handle it.” you don’t even cry when he cums down your throat. you just smile and press your face to his thigh.

that night, jack doesn’t go into work. it’s one of his off days. robby comes home, and you’re still kneeling, face covered in cum and spit. he claps jack on the shoulder. “she’s become so much better behaved since getting the dog. ‘s like the damn thing’s rubbed off on her.” jack laughs. “yeah. maybe we ought to get her a microchip as well.” he taps your face. “would you like that, honey? want to share another thing with the puppy? let dad and daddy put a tracker in you?” you hesitate. but then, would they take away goldie? you can’t risk that. you nod.

well yes ofc!!

titus danforth x female reader, dadbf!titus, cw: fauxcest

you were bratty the entire day. that’s what shocks you, that you got away with it for so long. you had screamed, cursed, said that your dad was way too controlling, and he had just stood there. he didn’t bend you over. he didn’t slap you across the face. sometimes he smiled. that should have unsettled you at the time, it really should have, but you don’t have the best self preservation skills, or at least that’s what dad says. that’s why you’re not allowed to drive or go out or touch sharp things without supervision.

when bedtime comes around, titus is sitting on your bed. he didn’t supervise your bath tonight. that was also strange. and worse still, no clothes have been laid out. you stamp your foot, fully nude. “you didn’t put my clothes out!” titus looks up from his phone, a flicker of amusement passing across his grey features. “oh? i thought you were a big girl now. that you curse at your old man. that you tell him he’s too controlling. well, big girls get the privilege of picking out their clothes.”

you huff, and titus picks up your stuffed bunny. “you know, big girls also don’t need stuffed animals. guess i’ll have to throw cinnamon away.” you gasp. “no! you wouldn’t.” titus smiles, and you realize for a brief moment that his features seem rather predatory.

your eyes begin to well up. you want cinnamon. you need cinnamon. you’ve held cinnamon through punishments and nightmares and had tea parties with her. “well, you can either be a big girl or a little girl. big girls get to go out. they don’t have to be supervised by daddy all the time. dad doesn’t pick out their clothes or tuck them in or give them special kisses,” he feigns a pout, “little girls, however, do have to be supervised. but they get everything taken care of for them. daddy makes sure their safe. daddy picks their clothes. daddy hugs and kisses and coddles them. daddy keeps their stuffed animals.”

you’re fully crying now, distressed at the idea of losing all the comfort you’ve ever known. titus strokes your hair. “i think being a little girl would be easier, right?” you nod shakily. he smiles, teeth far too sharp, and retrieves a nightgown from you dresser. “see how easy that was? you’re not built for being a big girl, sweetie. you know that.” you exhale as he dresses you, and lean your head into his chest. he pinches your nipple through the fabric.

OH YES

rabbot x female reader, cw: fauxcest, spanking, degradation, dadbf!robby, dadbf!jack, robby is dad and jack is daddy, 1.8k words

jack had been invited to an emergency medicine conference in new york to present some research that he had helped one of the med students get published. he was very proud of it. you and robby and jack all went out for dinner before he left. daddy had even let you have a few sips of his scotch, which got you all buzzy and touchy. robby let jack have all the fun last night. poured himself a drink and sat on the bed reading a book while daddy took you apart, occasionally reaching over to pinch your thigh when he felt like you were enjoying yourself too much.

then the morning of comes around. you’re crying on the couch and jack is comforting you, holding you in his lap. “hon. it’s only gonna be for four days. you have dad. you’ll be okay.” your face crumples. you love dad. of course you love dad. but you also love daddy and he’s leaving and dad can be so mean. you try to interject “but,” as if reading your mind, jack bounces you. “hey, i already talked to dad about being gentler when i’m away. he knows you need that. he agreed.”

the first day goes without incident. robby comes home from work. he notices you’re feeling poorly. he teases you a little. a few kisses. he ruffles your hair. “oh, c’mon. you’re not really scared of your dad, are you? oh, i know, i can be strict. but it’s cause i care, kid. you know that.” you nod. of course it’s because he cares. he tells you all the time. “i know! not trying to make you feel bad… just really miss daddy.” robby coos. “poor thing. i know. you’re really close to him, he dotes on you. i know, baby. it’s real hard. but guess what? we’ll call him tonight after he’s finished presenting.”

he holds true to his word. you have dinner, and he makes you eat all your vegetables, even though jack only ever makes you eat half. “no can do, kiddo. eat it up. then you can have that strawberry milk you like.” you whine. strawberry milk doesn’t count as dessert. “but daddy lets me have ice cream after dinner!” robby exhales through his nose, as if fighting to keep his calm. “well, that’s daddy’s business. dad says no ice cream unless you’ve had a vaccine.”

after dinner, robby gets you upstairs. he takes you into the big steam shower in his bedroom. he even makes you cum in the shower! dad is being really nice! he’s still him, still firm and strict and “okay, time for bed, kid. we’ll call daddy now.” he facetimes jack, who picks up with a cheery “hey, brother. how’s our girl?” robby scoffs, but there’s no heat in it. “fought me about wanting ice cream after dinner, but other than that she’s been real good.”

robby hands off the phone to you. you squeal. “daddy!! how was presenting? how’s the hotel? do you miss me?” dad gives a little eye roll, but daddy replies, “of course i miss my perfect girl. presenting was fine,” robby lifts up your nightgown, spreading your legs, lowering his face to your cunt. your eyes flick down. “dad..?” he doesn’t respond, just immediately dives in to lap between your folds. “what’s dad doing, honey?” jack is already smiling. he knows. “he’s… eating me.” jack coos, “oh, yeah? he’s got that beard on your pretty little pussy, doesn’t he?”

you whimper as robby works you. jack smiles. “see, michael. knew you could be sweet with her.” robby grumbles and lifts his head up, “i am her dad, you know? ‘s not like i want to be a dick to her. just trying to keep her well behaved.”

jack nods sagely and hums. “i know. behave for dad, princess. you know he tries.” you nod, extremely close now, and throw your head back. “yes, daddy.” you tip over the edge when you feel robby’s tongue slide into your hole. “ah—” the phone tips onto your chest. “‘m gonna—” robby pinches your thigh. you are done for. you whine out “loveyouloveyouloveyou.” jack laughs. “oh, it’s happened.” you claw at the faded hebrew tattoo on robby’s shoulder. surprisingly, he doesn’t scold you, just pulls his head up, kisses your cheek, and mutters. “go to bed, now.”

the next day, robby goes to work early in the morning. he leaves oatmeal, an egg, and covered orange juice on your placemat. you decide not to do any class work today. you just miss daddy so much.

you spend most of the day texting daddy, who does not ask if you’ve done your work. you send him pictures of you in the shower, then a video of you spinning around in a new dress.

when robby comes home, he makes dinner. chow mein and spring rolls, because you wanted chinese food, and robby doesn’t trust restaurants to make healthy food. he puts in a lot of effort. you sit on his lap while you eat. he kisses the back of your head. “want your strawberry milk?” you grumble. “ice cream.” he cocks a brow. “you’re not getting ice cream right now. and you better fix your attitude, kid. i’m really not in the mood.” he’s never in the mood, you think bitterly.

you mumble, “fine. i’ll have the stupid milk.” robby swats your thigh. “absolutely not. we do not behave like brats in this house. wanna try it again?” you refuse. robby lets out a long suffering sigh. “fine. gimme your computer. gotta make sure you did your homework.”

your blood runs cold. this is not good. this is beyond not good. “um, my computer died after i finished the work. it’s dead now.” robby gives you a blank look over his glasses. “bring it here.” you fidget with your fingers. “i left it upstairs. don’t wanna walk up.” robby takes a breath in, trying to remain calm. “kiddo, is there something you want to tell me about the computer? is there anything you maybe didn’t do?” you shake your head vigorously. “no! god, dad. you always think i’m hiding something. shouldn’t think like that.” robby lets out a disbelieving huff. “oh, you definitely didn’t do your work. deflecting like that.” you try to protest, but his hand cracks against your face.

“tell me the truth. did you, or did you not, do your homework?” you clutch your cheek. “didn’t do it….” robby laughs. “okay. and instead of telling me, ‘dad, i mismanaged my time. i didn’t do my work.’ you lied and deflected and acted like i was being unfair to you. right?” you nod, tears gathering in your eyes. now would be the time that daddy jumps in, where he pulls you to his chest and says “ease off, man. she gets distracted easily,” but daddy is not here. dad is here. and dad is pissed.

robby holds out his hand. “give me your phone. let me see what you were doing when you were supposed to be working.” you hand it over. any resistance will be used against you. you know that. besides, maybe he’ll take pity on you when he sees you were just texting daddy.

he opens your phone. the messages app. literally your entire day has gone to texting jack. “of course he didn’t think to ask if you’ve done your work. of course. i always have to be the bad guy.” you whimper, “i don’t think you’re a bad guy.” he sneers “shut up. you knew you were already disobeying. and then you bratted at me about ice cream.”

he takes your wrist and drags you over to the couch. you try to squirm, but he’s tall and broad and holding you entirely in place. “wait, please.” robby clicks his tongue. “sorry, kid. you earned this.” you can hear the facetime ringing. jack picks up almost immediately. “hey—”

“guess who didn’t do her homework.”

jack winces. “angel, this true?” you open your mouth, but robby cuts you off. “yes, it is. she was too busy texting you. and you didn’t even ask if she’d done her work.” you whine miserably “was just missing daddy.” you can feel jack’s sympathy through the screen. “oh, honey. i know. i know you miss me so much. daddy misses you too. but you can’t be shirking your schoolwork like that.” tears well up again, and this time they actually fall. “i know…” jack sighs “come on, man. she’s learned her lesson. she feels awful. lay off.” robby snaps. “no. this is exactly why she keeps misbehaving. you coo and coddle and make all the consequences of her actions go away.” jack raises an eyebrow. “first of all, calm your tits. second of all, i’m her parent too. i’m allowed to not punish her.”

robby rubs the crease between his brows. “well, you’re not here now. guess i’m gonna have to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.” jack’s voice goes thick with alarm. “robby? come on, man. let’s not.” robby laughs. “nope. we’re doing this. hold the phone if you want daddy, kid.”

he pulls up your nightgown and pushes you over the arm of the couch. you clutch the phone, desperate. “daddy, make him stop!” a thick leather belt meets your ass, and you scream. jack grimaces. “oh, my sweet girl. daddy’s here. daddy’s here.” robby scoffs. “no, he isn’t. dad’s here. and dad’s not letting this fly any longer.”

you sob into the couch, smacking robby’s phone against the leather at one point. he smacks you again. “we do not disrespect dad’s belongings, do we?” you scream. “no, daddy!”

the entire time, jack is pacing the hotel room. “oh, baby. you can do this. show dad that you’re so brave, he doesn’t even get to you.” snot and tears cover your face. robby takes the phone and tilts it so jack can see properly. “i don’t know, brother. looks like i’m getting to her.”

jack slams his hand against the wall. “robby. come on.” the taller man taunts him. “come on, you said she’s so brave, remember? she can handle ten more.”

the last ten are almost merciful in their quickness, but evil in their strength. robby puts his entire bad back into it. you scream against the couch. “can’t!!! stop, please!” robby smacks you again. “will you do your homework.” you struggle, trying to catch your breath. another smack. “yes! i’ll do my homework!”

when robby finally stops, you are crying uncontrollably. jack is cooing at you over the phone. “poor baby. sweet little girl. daddy’s sorry this happened.” robby rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. think she just needed some of dad’s special touch, didn’t she?” you don’t answer immediately. he smacks the back of your head. “didn’t she?” you sob. “yes! needed— needed dad’s special touch.”