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antisocial - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
word count: 6.0k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, fauxcest (you call him “dad” and he calls you “kid”/”kiddo”), age gap, streamer!reader (you're a recluse who streams online), brat taming, roughhousing (you literally slap him oop-), unprotected sex, cnc/rape roleplay, fear play, squirting, forced orgasms, bdsm, sex toys (including a sex machine, woah!), knotting (with a dildo), breeding kink (mentions of “giving you a sibling” bc im a freak!), anal sex, humiliation/degradation kink, he films you (and posts it online!), size difference, he's just trying to make you feel better after he murdered your mom (in his own unique type of way…)
summary: your dad wants you to do more than just wallow away in your room all day playing video games. but you just sit behind your little screen, talking to your “chat” instead of going outside.
titus is the only person you actually interact with, even though all he does is get on your nerves…and in your pants…
a/n: wait what is this? oh it's another fauxcest? wow did not see that one coming!
I just had this horrid itch to call titus “dad” so uh sorry for what you are about to be subjected to…bc this is pretty much all porn, no plot, go crazy go stupid brrrrr
hope it's a sick read ♡
Titus Danforth never wanted kids. But when he had to shoot his wife in the face on their wedding night, he got stuck with you.
Technically, he has no obligation to you. It was an arranged marriage. You were a kid she had back when she was twenty and you're currently the age she was when she had you.
An adult, so Titus doesn't need to take care of you.
But he feels like he should because he did kill your mom in front of you.
It was unavoidable.
The moment your mom pulled the Hide and Seek card, Titus had to put a bullet through her head.
For the family.
In a way, you should be grateful to him.
If he hadn't done that, you'd be dead too since you became family the moment your mom said “I do” at the altar.
However, you're ungrateful. You don't care that you live a life of luxury.
You'd rather hole up in your streaming room, playing video games, having a one-sided conversation with random strangers on the internet that you call “chat”.
Titus can't stand it. He comes home to you talking nonsense to these people online. It's the only time you willingly speak.
The moment you take off your headphones, you're completely mute. You barely speak a few words to him.
You only speak to him is when he touches you, which is why he has to. It's not his fault you choose to act like this!
“Ready to go to bed, kid?” He watches the way his words make your chest rise and fall quicker.
Is it excitement or fear? Probably a mix of both.
“Not tonight, dad.” You whisper, so quiet that Titus almost doesn't have to pretend not to hear it.
“Did you say something?” He walks up to you in your room, liking how you immediately back up with every step he takes towards you. “Why are you running from me?”
“I'm not…” You definitely are.
“Come on, kid. We don't have all night. I have a flight to catch in the morning.” He puts his hand out. “Let's go.”
You mumble nervously, “I-I don't want to tonight.”
“That's what you always say.” Titus closes the distance between the two of you, pushing you up against the wall. “Unless you want to do it here? We can turn back on your stream and let your chat watch your dad eat you out.”
You furiously shake your head in response. You cannot let him do that. It would ruin you if people saw Titus Danforth, one of the wealthiest men on the planet, your stepfather, with his head between your legs.
Because they'd see how easily he can make you cum…
He knows your body too well now.
You never should've let him touch you that first time.
But you were weak. Depressed about your mom. And he said he could make you feel better.
And he did, by making you cum so hard that you've been chasing that pleasure ever since.
Now, even when you want to refuse, Titus won't let you.
How can he, when he has grown so used to being buried in his kid's tight pussy?
“Please, not tonight.” It's a bad night.
You're ovulating.
And Titus never wears a condom…
“What are you afraid of?” He asks, his hands pressing up against the wall at either side of your head. He leans in, every word so hot on your lips, “let your dad make you cum like always.”
“You're not my dad!” You shove him off of you as hard as you can before you sprint away, running for your bedroom.
You barely get past your door before Titus tackles you to the ground, your back smacking against the hardwood floors, knocking the wind out of you. He climbs on top of you and grabs your wrists so you can't hit him. He holds them above your head, smiling when you wriggle in his grip.
“Stop being a brat. It's irritating.” Titus lowers his voice, hovering over you so close that you can feel him whisper against your lips, “though, you've always liked it better when you're pretending to hate it.”
Your breath catches in your throat when his lips land on yours. You hate it when he kisses you because it's sloppy and overbearing. He tastes like a freshly smoked cigar and well aged bourbon…the flavor more intoxicating than the kiss itself.
The weight of him on top of you keeps you pinned down to the ground. Why does he have to be so much bigger than you, keeping you held down without any effort?
You can't avoid his tongue sliding into your mouth, forcefully taking up space. You're getting dizzy from not being able to breathe properly.
It doesn't help that Titus is grinding his hips against you like an animal in heat.
Tears stream down your face when you get close to cumming from this. You shouldn't but his hard cock keeps rubbing against you so fiercely that it doesn't matter that there's layers of fabric between the two of you.
It's like he's fucking you through your clothes…
And it makes you wish he was actually fucking you.
Titus smirks when he feels your resistance wane. You aren't struggling anymore. You lean into his kiss more, which helps you breathe easier. You moan against his lips when he rolls his hips just right.
That's when he lets go of your wrists.
So that you can start fighting him like you always do.
You shove at his chest, trying to push him off of you. When that doesn't work, you grab a hold of his hair and yank his face off of yours, saliva dripping down the sides of your mouth when his tongue finally releases yours from its grip.
“Get off of me!” You shout at him before scrambling out from underneath him, trying to get to your feet.
Only for him to drop you right back to the ground.
“You're such a little brat.” He shakes his head at you, then he clutches it, still reeling from the pain of you yanking his hair. “Do you know how hard it is to have a head of hair this nice at my age, naturally?”
“I don't care!” You slap him across the face. “Leave me alone!”
His jaw clicks. You know he hates being slapped.
That's why you did it.
You're gunning for a punishment.
Titus lets out an incredibly menacing laugh in response. “You've really done it now, kid. Trying to piss me off.”
“I'm trying to get you to stop raping me!” You scream back at him before raising your hand to slap him again but he snatches your wrist before you can. “Let me go!”
“You think I'm raping you?” That draws another laugh from him, goosebumps forming on your skin in response. “We both know that isn't true. I have the footage to prove it.”
You freeze at that. Titus loves how scared you look when he mentions the footage.
“No, don't.” You can tell by the look in his eyes what he wants to do to you. “Please don't. I'll be good. I promise. Just don't—”
He grabs you by your throat, tugging you up flush against him. He stares down at you then says, his tone more frightening than usual, “you're accusing your dad of raping his daughter. I need to prove my innocence.”
You furiously shake your head. “No, no, don't do this, dad.”
“Oh, so I am your dad? Didn't you just tell me I wasn't?” He taunts you, loving the tears that are pooling at the corners of your eyes.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. You are my dad. Please don't—”
“I am your dad, which means I need to teach my kid a lesson she won't forget since you didn't learn from the last time you called me a rapist.” He gets up, dragging you along with him by the throat.
Titus doesn't throw you onto your bed. You claw at his arm as he drags you across the penthouse apartment instead.
You know where he's taking you.
“No, please, no!” Your words barely come out because he's gripping your throat so hard.
There's a door that's painted blood red in the apartment. The only door that's red. It can only be locked and unlocked by Titus.
Which means you're fucked when he opens the door and tosses you inside.
“Dad, please.” You didn't think he'd be this mad…
Titus rarely takes you in here. Normally he just takes things out of it, like the sex toys off the shelf or a leash or paddle.
But if he brings you into the play room, it means you're staying there for a while…
“You should've thought about your actions before you did them, kiddo.” He shakes his head at you.
You sprint to the door, tugging on it, knowing that you can't open it but trying anyway.
You have to try!
While you attempt to escape your fate, Titus sets everything up. He scans the wall for which dildo he'll use today and settles for one that has a knot. He knows how you get when it pops in and out of you.
He places it on the sex machine and debates how he should have you set up.
Should he have it fucking you from behind? From below? Missionary?
He glances over at you, then snaps, pointing at his feet. “Come here.”
You don't listen. You never do.
Titus sighs. From below then, since you want to be so stubborn.
Your arms are sore from tugging at the door that you can't even fight back when Titus yanks you off from the handle by your hair. You shriek and kick at him as he rips off your clothes until you're completely naked.
Then he drags you over and tosses you onto the leather seat. You scramble, trying to get out of it but he restrains your hands immediately, then your ankles, spreading your legs open wide enough that your pussy is exposed from below, given the cut out of the seat. It's specially made for this exact purpose. To render you immobile...
You glance down at the toy on the machine that's perfectly lined up to thrust into you.
“Oh god, Titus—”
“Don't fucking call me by my name.” It looks like you really want to get punished tonight.
“Dad, please don't do this.” You can't let him. Last time he left you here for hours and you haven't been the same since.
You've grown more and more depraved every time he does this to you…
“You could've had my cock.” He lets out a sigh. “I would've went down on you, made you cum on my mouth and then fucked you real good until we were sleepy. But you just had to be a brat tonight. This is your fault, kid.”
“No, no!” You brace yourself when Titus thrusts two fingers inside of you, checking to see how ready you are to take the dildo.
You're dripping wet, your slick practically coating his hand already. He curls his fingers, digging into your pussy to find exactly where he needs to thrust to get you even wetter.
“I don't want to cum.” You cry out as your orgasm builds. “Please stop!”
“It's better if you've cum once.” Titus grabs your thigh with his free hand for leverage before he starts ruthlessly fucking you with his fingers. You're tensing up, clamping down on his fingers, “that's it, kiddo, cum for your dad. You can do it.”
You shake your head, not wanting to. But your body betrays you, like it always does.
Titus draws out a violent orgasm that has your whole body convulsing, the tension unraveling at your core. His fingers don't stop moving until you've squirted all over the toy below you, coating it in your release, getting it nice and ready for you to take.
Once you've cum enough, he pulls his fingers out of you and then proceeds to wipe your slick down the length of your chest, causing shivers to rack your body.
“I think you're ready.” Titus grabs the leather belt and secures it tightly around your waist, so you can't squirm too much.
“Don't leave me here again.” You beg him. “Please. I-I have to stream tomorrow. I promise them I would.”
“I could always stream this for your followers.” Titus points to the camera that's facing you. “Besides, why are you so nervous? Don't you remember how much you enjoyed yourself last time? Why don't I jog your memory!”
He sets up the tablet off to the side, so you can easily view the video from the last time he did this. You were on your stomach then, the dildo driving into you from behind.
You were bound, gagged and blindfolded. You stare at the video playing, then your eyes shift down to the view count.
It already has a million views. Titus blurred your face and you never said his name so it isn't compromising anything to post it.
Though, is it really a stretch to believe Titus Danforth makes forced orgasm porn videos in his free time? Maybe the stretch comes from the fact that he makes them of his stepdaughter.
It's the perfect humiliation tool because you seem to go rigid every time you realize how many people have watched you cum over and over again online. You nearly cum at the thought of how many people have watched your video to help themselves cum.
“I wonder if any of your followers have figured out it's you getting railed by a dildo against your will.” Titus chuckles that dark chuckle of his that sends chills down your spine. “Maybe I shouldn't blur your face in the next video. We can let the whole world know who's begging for her dad to let her cum.”
“Please, I'll be good.” You plead with him. “I'm sorry I was bad. I'm really, really sorry, dad.”
Are you actually sorry? Titus is unsure about that but…he decides he'll push you.
“Tell me you love me and I won't leave you here for a whole day.” Titus looks you right in the eyes when he says that.
“Y-You were going to leave me here all day?”
“I will if you don't say it.” He's not bluffing. He has something to do in the morning so he won't be back until the evening, so you would be stuck in here all day.
“I love you.” You tell him right away. “I love you so much, dad. I promise I won't do anything bad anymore.”
“Mmm.” He grabs your face, tugging you to look up towards him. “I don't believe you, kiddo.”
“I do. I love you so much.” You lean in, kissing him, which startles Titus.
You never kiss him first.
He's not going to fool himself into believing this is real. It's definitely a ploy.
But then you lay your forehead against his and whisper softly, “I'll always love you, Titus.”
And now, he doesn't care if you're bluffing.
Because to him, it's real. He's going to make sure it's real.
“You're going to sit here and if you don't resist and you let yourself cum your brains out, I'll fuck you after. Understood?” He gauges your reaction.
“I understand, dad.” You nod then give him a kiss on the cheek. “I know you're doing this to make me feel good.”
Oh, you are testing him so much with this sweet act. Another bratty side of yours, pushing him to his very limits.
“I'm such a good dad, aren't I?” His hand slides down to rub your clit. “How about I help you cum the first few times?”
You gulp because he's never done that before. Usually he just turns the machine on and lets it pound into you until you see stars.
But today, he's going to spoil you rotten.
That'll keep the little brat at bay.
“Let's make sure you're all set up.” Titus pulls the remote for the machine out of his pocket and turns it on.
It slowly lifts the dildo upwards until he hits the button to stop it right before your entrance. He lines it up and you can feel the silicone tip of the toy pressing into you. Then, he pushes the button again and it slowly slides into you, drawing a gasp from your lips.
Titus keeps his fingertips on your clit, rubbing methodical little circles as he control the toy that's inside of you. It does agonizingly slow, shallow strokes and you're already begging to cum.
“I want to cum, please.” You promised Titus you wouldn't resist so you're being honest with your needs now. “Please, I need it deeper.”
“If it goes any deeper, you'll have to take the knot. I don't think you're ready yet.” Though, Titus is ready to see your tight little pussy swallow up that knot.
It's one of his favorite sights. That, and when you cum all over it once it pops out of you.
“I'm ready.” You want it so badly, to feel that full, to be filled that deep.
“If you say so.” Titus hits the button and the toy goes deeper inside of you.
You choke on your breath when you feel the knot pushing past your entrance, prying you open, demanding to be let in. Your eyes roll back into your head when it finally pops inside of you, your pussy swallowing it up. You've taken the toy all the way to the base now and Titus pauses the strokes just so he can watch the way you squirm from being so full.
Then, he doesn't give you a second to prepare for it to suddenly begin pounding into you. You're screaming, gasping, moaning as the knot pops in and out of you furiously, causing your whole body to shake violently.
“Dad, dad please, slow down, slow it down!” You can't move. You're stuck in place as the toy rams inside of you over and over again at a pace you've never felt before.
“That's it, kiddo.” Titus smacks your clit as the knot sinks into you and you cum so hard, your mind goes fuzzy, your orgasm ripping through you when the knot pops back out. “Keep cumming for your dad.”
Titus steps away to go back over to the shelf of toys. He pulls out a butt plug and a wand and brings it over to you.
You shake your head, pleading, “don't, I won't be able to handle it, I won't—”
You bite down on your lip when you feel the wand press against your clit, the vibrations numbing your mind with pleasure. Titus slows the strokes of the toy inside your pussy, making you fully aware of the abuse on your clit.
That distracts you from the feeling of cold lube on your ass. He pushes the plug slowly past your tight ring until it hilts.
Then, he whispers in your ear, “I'm fucking that ass later.”
You really start wriggling at that. “No, you can't, you can't!”
You don't even want to recall the last time he did. You're still trying to live with the fact that you came so hard with his cock buried in your ass. You can't possibly experience that again.
It'll ruin you completely.
You'll never be able to escape your dad…
“But first, I'm cumming in my daughter's tight pussy.” He adjusts the machine until the toy is no longer inside of you and he pulls it aside so he has the space to stand in front of you, your legs already perfectly spread to take his cock. “I've always wanted to fuck you completely restrained like this. Means you can't fight me while I'm pumping a baby into you.”
That has you tugging desperately on your restraints. “Dad, please, it's a bad day, I'll get pregnant if you cum inside of me.”
“Don't threaten me with a good time, kiddo.” He smirks at you, unzipping his pants so he can show you his incredibly hard cock. “You'll make me want to cum inside of you more than once. Maybe I will. I wouldn't mind giving you a sibling.”
Titus rams the entire length of his cock inside of you in a single stroke and you can't even hide your orgasm because you squirt all over him the moment he hilts, drawing a degrading laugh from his lips.
“My daughter really likes the idea of me putting a sibling inside of her, doesn't she?” He rolls his hips, driving the tip of his cock against your womb, grinding at the entrance of it, making you whimper. “It sounds like you do. Admit it.”
You shake your head, much to his annoyance. Still acting like a brat it seems.
Titus grabs the wand and presses it back against your clit, making you fully aware of the plug in your ass and the vibrations bullying your clit. All while your dad is deep inside of you, thrusting nice and slow against that spot by your womb that has you panting.
You mumble to yourself, cursing under your breath, “fuck, fuck, my dad is going to make me cum on his cock, oh fuck—”
Titus clamps his free hand over your mouth then, telling you sternly, “shut the fuck up and cum already.”
You do. It's impossible not to. You cum so hard that you're moaning into his palm, your hips grinding into him as best you can despite being restrained, your body no longer denying itself of Titus.
He rewards you by fucking you faster, pounding into you rougher, increasing the vibration against your clit, sending you over the edge of stimulation.
Titus grins at how dazed you look, cumming on his cock so easily now. “There we go. I was wondering how long it would take for my kiddo to finally give up. Doesn't it feel so much better to let your dad fuck you?”
You nod then press a gentle kiss against his palm.
Again, the first time you've ever done anything like that.
Titus lifts his hand off of your mouth and cups your face instead.
“Do you want me to kiss you?” Is he reading your signals right?
He definitely is because you nod. “Please, dad. I want to kiss you when I cum.”
Oh fuck, Titus is going to have to fuck you up now.
His lips are on yours right away, his tongue fighting with yours for space in your mouth. His kisses, like always, are so overbearing but you moan against his lips, loving every second of it.
“Please untie me so I can hold my dad.” You beg, wanting to touch him.
And Titus doesn't know why he listens.
He normally isn't so easily convinced but you're looking at him with so much affection in your eyes that he can't help but listen, undoing your restraints.
You grab him by his shirt immediately, pulling him back to kiss you. Your legs wrap around his waist, tugging you close to him as you grind yourself against him, driving his cock deeper inside of you.
You're so lost in the pleasure that you don't care how needy you seem.
You just want your dad to fuck you silly.
“Fuck me harder.” You tell him, your hands slipping into his lovely silver curls. “Please, dad.”
He tosses the wand aside so he can brace both of his hands on the seat behind you, using it as leverage to pound into you furiously, making you cry out as you squirt all over his cock from the intensity of your orgasm suddenly ripping through you.
You clench around him so tightly, milking his cock so perfectly, that he has to cum too, pumping every ounce of his release so deep inside of you that you can feel the heat of it in your lower belly.
You're both breathless, which is why Titus is stunned to feel you cup his face and bring him towards you as you kiss him so gently, with so much love. He leans into it, kissing you back with that same amount of love.
He's as dazed as you are when your lips finally part. And your words make him even more insane than he already is.
“Do you love me?” You ask him, wanting to know.
“Of course I love you. You're my daughter.”
“That's not what I mean…” You cling onto him a bit tighter, your face flushing with heat. “I want to know if you actually love me or not.”
He blinks at you, not knowing what kind of game you're playing now.
The same game he was playing earlier when he asked you the same thing.
Because he wanted to see what you'd say.
And now you want to see the same.
So Titus answers, “I'd love you more if you weren't such a brat.”
You pout at him, looking sad. “So you don't love me?”
He groans, not liking that you're upset. “Yes, I love you.”
“Forever?” You're pushing it now, to the very edge.
Titus shoves the two of you off the edge. “Until the day the devil takes us.”
You smile at that. “Good.”
You lean your head against his chest, wrapping your arms around him, hugging him. Again, something you've never done before.
Which makes Titus suspicious.
“What the fuck do you want?” He pulls you off of him, glaring at you.
You frown at him. “What do you mean?”
“Don't play fucking coy with me.” He's not stupid. You're being too adorable.
There has to be an ulterior motive.
“Am I not allowed to hug my dad after he fucked my brains out?” You bat your eyelashes at him, purposefully acting cutesy.
Titus growls at you. “You're being a brat again. Don't test me.”
You giggle, poking him in the chest. “This is way more fun than fighting you.”
You yelp when he grabs you by your hair and drags you behind him out of the play room without any warning.
You're promptly tossed onto his bed.
“On your knees, ass up.” He snaps at you as he undresses. “Listen to your dad or I'm going to spank you until you bleed.”
You swallow at that. You definitely don't want him to do that. You have to stream tomorrow, which means sitting the whole time!
So, you submit, getting on your knees. Titus climbs into bed behind you. You feel his presence looming over you and you love the thrill of it. Of knowing he's going to make you cum again.
Titus dips his fingers into your pussy, drawing out some of your slick and his cum so he can smear it all over his already hard again cock, getting it nice and wet. Then, he grabs the base of the plug in your ass.
“Deep breath.” He instructs and you listen, inhaling. “Now breathe out.”
On your exhale, Titus pulls the plug out of you with a pop that has your whole body shaking. He stills your movements when he presses the tip of his cock against the tight ring of your ass.
“Same thing, kiddo.” He gives your back a light smack, since he said he wouldn't slap your ass. “Deep breaths.”
You focus on your breathing as Titus slips more and more of his huge cock inside of you. You grip onto the sheets below you so much that they almost shred.
“Easy now.” He rubs your back, cooing at you. “You can do it. My daughter is so good at taking her dad's cock. Say it.”
“I'm so good at taking my dad's cock.” You repeat before screaming into your pillow when he hilts. “You're so big…it feels so crazy…”
“It'll feel even crazier when you cum from me fucking your tight little ass.” He grabs your hips hard, his fingertips digging into your soft flesh. “Are you ready for me, kiddo?”
“What if I cum too hard?” You're still scared from last time.
“You can make as big of a mess as you want.” Titus likes the idea of you being nervous about what you're about to leave behind for the help to clean up.
“Go slow.” You know asking won't convince Titus of all people but you do it anyway, adding, “please, dad.”
“Okay, just because you ask so nicely.” He has to reinforce good behavior!
You whimper into the pillow when Titus starts his slow strokes, thrusting just an inch of his cock back and forth, letting you get used to him prying your ass open. Your whole body is quivering with every thrust, your orgasm building in your core, your stomach tensing up so much.
He grinds against you, trying to figure out where to press his cock that has you crying out his name. “Titus!”
“Mmm, that must be the spot then.” He angles himself until every stroke of his cock teases the right spot in your ass that has you cumming beneath him, making you dry heave when the orgasm crashes through you all of a sudden.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck…” You can't believe how good that felt. “My dad made me cum from just my ass…”
“And I'm going to make you do it again.” He smacks your lower back again, making you shiver all over. “Come here.”
Titus hauls you up until you're seated on his lap with your back against his chest, his cock burying deeper into your ass. His hands drift up to cup your breasts, tugging at your perky nipples, drawing out the cutest whine from your lips from the sudden stimulation.
“Do you think I can make you cum from just this?” He pinches your nipples between his calloused fingers, watching your reactions to gauge how he needs to touch you to get you kicking your feet. “Feeling too much, kiddo?”
“Can I touch my clit?” You're aching to feel something there. “Please, dad.”
Titus chuckles into the nape of your neck, kissing right there. “Sure, but only because you asked so nicely. You're being very good right now. Keep it up.”
You eagerly play with your clit while he plays with your breasts and you arch your back into him, looking up at him.
“Kiss me, please.” You want to feel his lips on yours when you cum.
“You're going to be the death of me.” He can't deal with how cute you're being.
Titus leans down to kiss you, loving the way you moan unapologetically now as you cum on his lap.
“Please finger my pussy.” You don't care how desperate you sound. You beg in between kisses. “Please, please, please.”
Titus doesn't answer. He just slides his hand down the length of your body until his hand is holding onto yours.
“Keep rubbing your clit, kiddo.” Titus slips past your hand to thrust three of his fingers inside of you before suppressing your gasp with his lips.
You're grinding yourself on his lap now, on your fingers, on his fingers, on his cock in your ass, needing more and more because you want to cum again.
He's glad he came once already or it would be much more difficult to hold back. He's never had you so horny before. It's incredible to see you give in like this.
“I love my daughter so much.” He breathes out, nibbling at your bottom lip lightly.
“I love you too, dad.” You press a kiss against his lips then ask, “will you please make me cum?”
“Gladly.” He curls his fingers inside of you, pushing up against where his cock is pressing into your ass and you fucking burst, squirting all over his hand immediately. He keeps thrusting his fingers right there, driving you further and further off the edge onto an insane orgasm. “Good girl, that's it, keep cumming until you feel your dad's cum in your ass.”
The moment he spills his release deep inside of your ass, Titus pops his fingers out of you so he can furiously rub your clit, swiping back and forth so quickly over your wet pussy that you drench his hand uncontrollably, the sounds so erotic and unbelievable with how sloppy they are.
“Oh fuck, I can't stop—” You're dripping tears from your eyes from how hard you're cumming still, your mind going numb from the pleasure.
Titus licks up your tears, humming softly to himself when he finally slows his movements and lifts his hand off your overstimulated pussy. “What a mess you've made, kiddo.”
“I'm sorry.” You curl up into him. “I can clean it up.”
He presses a kiss to your temple. “Don't bother, the help will deal with it in the morning. We'll sleep in your room tonight.”
“Okay.” You snuggle up against him. “I'd like that.”
Titus grabs your face, making you look at him, “what the fuck is up with this sweet act, hmm?”
“What do you mean?” You blink at him, feigning confusion.
He lifts you off of his cock slowly then throws you down on the bed, climbing on top of you so he can glare down at you.
“You're suddenly being nice to me and you want me not to find that odd?”
“What if I just wanna spoil my dad a little?” You open your arms. “I want a hug, dad.”
Titus grumbles. “You're so fucking annoying.”
You giggle as he comes down to scoops you into his arms, hugging you. You let him lift you back up and carry you to his bathroom, bringing you into the shower with him.
You give him a lovely peck on the lips when you both finish washing up and he drags you into the tub with him so he can spend more time with you like this. Titus is enjoying this more loving side of you.
He wishes it was permanent.
“Are you going to act like this from now on or is this a one time thing?” Titus lays his chin on your shoulder, wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling your back closer to his chest, wanting to hold you close. Giving away a bit too much of how he feels about you.
“Depends how mean you are.” You lay your head back against him, snuggling your cheek against his, feeling his light stubble tickle you. “If you keep spoiling me, maybe I'll be a good girl from now on.”
Titus nips at the skin of your neck. “Only good girls get spoiled. You have to be good first.”
“Hmmm.” You shrug. “I'll think about it.”
He groans. “Now I know this is the real you.”
You smile at him. “You love the real me. You like getting to punish me.”
“I do.” He does, a lot. “I didn't realize I raised such a naughty kid.”
“You didn't raise me at all.” You remind him that he's not actually your father. He's barely your stepfather.
“Glad I didn't. I wouldn't be able to fuck you if I did.”
“I bet you still would've.”
“Shut the fuck up.” He grumbles because he is fucked up in the head so…
But it would have to be you.
He only loves you.
His sweet, lovely daughter.
Who is finally talking to her dad openly.
To the point where you're letting your stream meet him.
Just briefly, because you asked Titus to bring you food on his way home from whatever he had to do.
You look at your chat, giggling. “Chat, that's my dad. Don't be weird!”
“What are they saying about me?” Titus peers at the monitor you have that's tilted vertically so you can read the incoming chat.
They're all…talking about how hot he is. He furrows his brows at this.
Then, he sees someone comment: if he was my dad, I'd fuck him.
Little do they know, you're doing exactly that…
a/n: I had so much fun writing the play room. titus, in my mind, is a sex toy connoisseur who ofc has a play room! he can afford it! its where he rails his stepdaughter, duh!
this was a nice set up so that I could eventually write them fucking on stream oop! ive been craving writing that kind of scandalous scene hehe so hopefully that is in my future ~
tw: fauxcest, dubcon, mean jack, pussy spanking, connotations for anal, papa/daddy kink, implied big hefty age gap !
thinking about aged up, much older jack, with barely any traces of reds and browns left in his hair and stubble ♡. . . he's telling you you're gross for calling him 'papa'. . . you answering back, "well, you're gross for flirting back with someone young enough to be your granddaughter!" you accused, jutting your chin up.
"the fucking mouth on you." jack roughly manhandled you, positioning you easily over his lap. you squeaked in surprise. you bit back a giggle, imagining the countless of possibilities of what's he going to do to you next. bad idea.
jack clicked his tongue disapprovingly at your attire. "is this what young girls are wearing nowadays? why do you even bother wearing anything at all?" he didn't even need to flip your micro skirt up to see your ass. didn't need to push the gusset of your sheer so-called string of an underwear away to see you already dripping all over the couch. you basically presented yourself to him.
"little fucking thing." jack observed quietly mostly to himself when he started rubbing his thumb along the lacy covered slit. "juicy pussy. . . she's drooling, baby. does that mean she's happy to see me?" he said it in a sickly sweet tone you wanted to smack him because you're so embarrassed. "i should keep you here to myself, hm? wouldn't want anyone knowing my granddaughter is a gross disgusting girl."
god, he's so nasty. "papa, you're being so cruel to me." your whimpers turned into loud groans of pain when jack started to spank your pussy in quick successions. "oh yeah? and whose fault is that? you're being a bad girl right now so i'm treating you how bad girls should be treated. you're going to cum just like this. . . if i'm feeling merciful i might give you my finger up. . . here." probing at your rim. ♡
💭 i don't think this needed to be said but my readers in all of my writings are legal adults with fully developed frontal lobes !
i was inspired by the recent shawnyhats appearance like omg. i'm diving in the snow grandada
immediately thought of abbot. right after date night he’s so ready to get his hands on you. you didn’t do anything besides be so fucking cute & innocent on his arm all night while wearing a sexy little bandage dress. so when you two enter the threshold of your home, he immediately says “strip.” and you most certainly obey.. already so wet between your legs.. but when you push them slightly together like you’re scared, abbot scoffs.
“don’t play. spead these pretty legs. you know what i want.” jack groans out, thick bulge prodding out of his slacks.
idek how many kinks this has because this got dirty FAST. non con, naked female/clothed male, virginity stealing, power play since he’s a doctor lol, dumb reader lol, abbot is technically not a good man but oh well!!
perv!gyno abbot who you’re a little surprised on seeing, because he wasn’t your doctor at first.. but apparently there was ‘just some kind of mix up!’ according to your now ex doctor, so you just listened as he introduced you to your new doctor: dr. jack abbot. all you was said okay & let him proceed with the screening.
perv!gyno abbot who asks “so, why did you come here today?” you began to open your mouth to answer. “um.. they said i was scheduled for my yearly checkup so i just came..” abbot blinked at you. “so you don’t know what you’re getting looked at for exactly?” he said it in such a condescending tone it kind of intimidated you.. “no..” you replied, immediately wanting to slightly shrink into yourself.
perv!gyno abbot who then walks over to the dispenser box to pull out some blue gloves & then snaps them on, before speaking again- “well then. we will go ahead and begin the screening, but first, please remove your clothes.” wait what? did you hear him right?
perv!gyno abbot who didn’t stutter. he just stood there & watched you until you obeyed. so, you began to strip.. one piece of clothing dropping after another until you were completely bare naked. you felt so vulnerable & exposed in front of him, considering he was still fully clothed. you felt like he was devouring you with his gaze.
perv!gyno abbot who snapped you out of your daze when he spoke again.. “so, there will be three tests i will screen you for & then you’ll be good to go home, got it?” you found everything so weird but you still decided to go with it- so you nod.
perv!gyno abbot who calls the first test ‘the respond test’ to see how your body responds to certain feelings. he starts by bending down at your ankles, caressing your thick calfs, & traveling his tacky fingers up the back of your thighs, already seeing he has a fantastic view of your sweet pussy. he likes the way you shiver from his touch..
perv!gyno abbot who continues the test by standing up to your level, kneading his large, gloved hands all over your bare body, before cupping both your heavy breasts & squeezing hard- you can’t try to hide the way you’re so turned on anymore.. you moan as he gropes you, cool hands gliding against your nipples. “mm, you’re already fucking passing with flying colors, baby.” he groans out. he already knows how damp you are between those cute little thighs..
perv!gyno abbot who goes to the next part of the screening. he calls this one ‘the stretch test’ so, he directs you to get onto the examination table to spread your legs, & you’re a little scared as to what’s about to happen. dr. abbot can see your legs trembling. he tells you no need to worry, but all of that flies out of the window when you feel two, warm thick digits protruding into your raw cunt. when did the doctor take his gloves off?
perv!gyno abbot who revels in the way your pussy stretches around his fingers.. sucking him in so easily.. you squeak out when you feel him pumping his two fingers in deeper, “dr. abbot, what’s going on..? is this s-still apart of the test?” you feel so dirty when your legs begin to spread out more, soaking yourself around your doctors fingers .. “sh, sh, sh.. you’re doing very well. good girl.” jack nearly cums in his pants when he feels the way you contract & gush around his fingers because of his praise.
perv!gyno abbot who begins the final test by pulling his fingers out your sopping hole & replacing it with his stiff cock. you yelp at the foreign feeling, never having a cock inside you before now “s-sir!, stop! what’re you doing..?” your inner termoil comes to a stop when he replies to your question- “this is your last and final test. to see how well you can take a cock.”
perv!gyno abbot who grunts while thrusting in & out of your tight virgin pussy.. loving the way your cunt is clenching around him. your hole is widening because you’re trying to press him out of you, but that just makes him stuff his dick deeper into your wet, creamy hole. your tits are bouncing with each thrust as he gets rougher & rougher. you feel your bladder coming down & you panic.. “d-doctor! think ‘m gonna pee! can’t take anymore..!” but jack doesn’t care.. he knows that means you’re about to come. so he continues bullying his vieny cock into your slick pussy.
perv!gyno abbot who doesn’t care when you start spasming & spurting out hot squirts of liquid with each new pump that stains the bottom of his scrubs, he’s the one who kept pounding into you. but he’s not lasting any much longer when you can feel him stop thrusting all together to bottom out completely in you & use you as his own personal cum dump. you cry out when you realize what he’s doing to you, filling your hole up with his own hot, sticky substance. abbot loves the way he’s stealing every bit of your innocence.
perv!gyno abbot who after a few minutes, having slightly heavy breaths, pulls out of your cum filled cunt- cock semi-hard completely drenched in your juices only to then say: “congrats. you passed your screening.”
i never know if i want abbot to be nice or mean to me.. i think both lol.. hope this was decent!! <33
oh & jack made everything up he just wanted to fuck u lol
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pope x reader | insinuating smut | aftercare | mdni
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thinking about how she could barely keep her beautiful eyes open afterward. fluttering her lashes as she caressed her index finger against his moist muscles.
she was melted into the large and familiar mattress. she’s all warm and dazed. her limbs heavy in that numbing, floaty way that always made her feel disconnected from everything.
except pope’s hand that was draped over her waist. anchoring her back down.
“hey,” he said quietly, still out of breath.
he gave her thigh a light and slow squeeze when she didn’t answer the first time. “baby, you gotta stay with me.”
she blinked slowly up at him from where she was half buried in his pillows, lips parted slightly, completely blissed out.
“i am,” she mused.
“nuh uh.” pope leaned over her, one hand settling against her jaw to keep her attention on him. “you’re in and out of it.”
a sleepy little smile tugged at her mouth. “mm, i feel nice.”
his expression shifted at her words. he softened for half a second before the seriousness set back into his features.
“baby, i know.” his rough and calloused thumb brushed once under her eye. “need you to focus for me now.”
she really tried for him.
be the good girl that he needed her to be.
but then his hand moved down her arm slowly and her eyes drifted again.
pope clicked his tongue softly. “c’mon.”
he pushed himself up off the bed and came back within minutes, holding a glass of water. she made absolutely no move to take it from him, still staring at him with that hazy little expression that made something possessive twist hard in his chest.
“sit up.”
she whined quietly at the command, barely moving.
pope just stared at her for a second before placing the class of water down on the nightstand. then he started hooking an arm behind her back and lifting her against his chiseled chest himself. “there,” he nodded, “there baby, take it.”
she immediately sagged into him bonelessly, face tucked into his neck.
“baby,” pope warned lowly, though there was no real heat behind it. “drink the water.”
he pressed the cold glass into her hand and kept it there until she finally took a few timid sips.
“good girl.” he purred in relief.
the praise made her eyes flutter shut again instantly.
“hey.” his hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her again.“no, no. stay awake another minute.”
“mean,” she whispered weakly.
“yeah?” pope’s mouth twitched slightly as he pulled the blanket over her legs. “you’re still listening though.”
she looked so soft like this. completely relaxed. trusting him enough to let go entirely.
that part always got to him.
because pope wasn’t used to people trusting him with the vulnerable parts of themselves. or any parts if themselves.
but here she was, half asleep in his arms without an ounce of hesitation, letting him guide her through every little thing.
his hand rubbed slowly up and down her back while he kept talking quietly to her, reeling her back in every time she started float.
“look at me.”
she obeyed.
“that’s it.” softer now. “you with me?”
a tiny nod.
“good.” he kissed her forehead once, lingering there for a second. “doing so good for me.”
♡ synopsis: while the others are out for the night or entertaining themselves by the pool, uncle andrew finds you all alone on the couch boredly flipping through tv channels & decides to make use of your soft body.
♡ content: dd:dne, incest, oral fixation (sucking on fingers), dirty talk, fondling, p in v sex, creampie, breeding kink, breathplay
Splayed out across the couch while the others are out by the pool, or just out in general leaves the house as a quiet reprieve for you to enjoy by yourself.
Flipping through various channels—local and national news stations, trashy reality shows, sitcom reruns, and scammy adverts—leaves much to be desired in way of entertainment, though. Just as you're considering the blu-ray player beside the TV and a stack of movies, you hear the quiet padding of bare feet coming from down the hall. When silence falls once more, you look up curiously to see what company has come to join you and still at the sight of Pope watching you with dark eyes.
You only manage to lift your head from a throw pillow before he speaks.
"Don't get up," he rasps before plodding down into the living room.
Lying your head back down, you stare at the TV ahead while your heart thrums in your chest like a rowdy jackrabbit.
"Scoot forward," he commands with hands positioned on his hips.
Wiggling toward the edge of the sofa, you silently do as instructed.
Pope slides a knee atop the cushion where your feet lay before settling in behind you.
You think to remain precisely where you are to grant the two of you a bit of breathing room, until he snakes his right arm over your waist and tugs you flush against his chest. "This is nice," he whispers while running a calloused palm along your hip, all the way to your bare leg.
You should've wore sweatpants instead of a t-shirt style nightgown, but it was sweltering today, so pants seemed rather unappealing to you after getting out of a hot shower just a bit ago.
You hum in response.
You feel him shift halfway onto his back and you loose a small sigh of relief. Maybe he plans to go to sleep then?
Snuggling into your pillow, you click through the channels again before finally settling on Pretty Woman. Hollywood has always seemed so enchanting to you, but you've never been, despite it being only about an hour and a half away.
Narrowing your eyes at Stuckey when he comes on-screen, you glare at the fictional character with vehemence.
Least he eventually gets his ass handed to him before the film's end.
Pope's breathing eventually turns from calm and steady to ragged, with the occasional quiet whimper, interrupted by the odd groan.
You don't want to know what he's doing back there.
Just as Julia Roberts slips into Richard Gere's borrowed ride, Pope rolls onto his side again and your eyes go wide at the unmistakable feel of an erection pressing into the small of your back.
Continuing on with his ministrations—his knuckles occasionally brushing against your nighty while he strokes himself—Pope pants against the back of your head. "You can touch yourself," he quietly encourages.
Ignoring the warmth blooming between your thighs, you remain focused on the movie. "I'm okay."
He huffs in quiet irritation. "Then I will."
Sliding his hand beneath your nightgown, Pope shoves the thin material to the curve of your waist before returning to himself.
More shifting and grunting like he's seemingly trying to get comfortable again, and then a finger ghosts along your ass cheek.
Snapping your head back in his direction, you stare up at the ceiling. "What're you doing?"
"Just trust me," he mutters huskily. "It'll feel good."
Pope then prods between your legs with his index and middle finger and your hips buck in response. Snorting from amusement, he slides a finger underneath and peels the damp material away from your crotch and yanks it to the side. "I'm okay," he mockingly repeats. "My ass. You're fuckin' soaked."
Taking himself back in-hand, Pope swipes his weeping tip against your slick entrance.
"Uncle Andrew," you whine while squirming restlessly.
"Stop moving," he hisses before shoving the tip in.
Biting your lower lip, your eyes roll back in your head as he eases the rest of his cock between your fluttering walls before finally bottoming out with a low curse.
Once his erection is fully submerged inside your slick, pulsating cunt, He clamps his hand down on your hip again while rocking his hips against yours. "Now you can move with me," he murmurs while sliding his palm higher, underneath your nighty and toying with the soft pouch of your belly.
"I love how soft you are," he sighs while moving higher and cupping your breast. "Tell me," he begins while licking his lips. "That you like when I fuck you."
Your head lulls forward while drool slips from the edge of your lips and onto the pillow beneath. "I do," you whimper while squeezing your eyes shut and clenching around his throbbing cock.
A shuddering breath breaks past your lips when he eases his erection out before slowly slipping back in. "That feels good," you whimper. Pushing your hips back, you flex your walls around him.
Shoving his left arm beneath your neck, Pope maneuvers his hand up to your mouth before sinking two fingers inside a pool of warm drool that's gathered under your tongue.
Closing gently around them, you begin to suck.
"Good girl," he whispers.
Ghosting your hand across your sensitive body, you venture past the waistband of your panties and have only just touched your clit when Pope grips your wrist tight enough to hurt and yanks the limb out before shoving it between your back and his chest. "You come on my cock or not at all," he growls possessively. "Got it?"
You pout, but ultimately nod in agreement.
Releasing your arm, you grip the edge of the couch again, ignoring how your clit tingles—desperate to be played with.
Popping his fingers out of your mouth, he instead wraps his palm around your throat and carefully squeezes the sides. Just enough to make your head feel light and airy, and his fucking you all the more pleasant.
Squeezing your breast in his other hand, he pinches your nipple, then cups the soft underside of it. "You gonna come for me?" Pope grates directly in your ear. "You gonna come all over your uncle's cock?"
You nod and swallow gingerly.
Trying to, you think.
Increasing in fervor, Pope begins slamming his hips against your ass, causing his tightened balls to slap against the bottom of your rear.
Practically going cross-eyed with pleasure, you can't fight off the happy smile which crawls across your lips. "'M gonna come," you mumble—your words breathy and hard to hear from the lack of air in your lungs.
"Do it," he spits. "Right here."
Pushing your hand under your nightgown, you lace your fingers between his and hold on for dear life. Your pants develop into uneven, dramatic gasps, black spots fill your vision, and your climax claws its way down your body before culminating between your overstimulated legs.
Just as you open wide to scream his name, Pope releases your neck to clamp his hand over your mouth instead.
At the rush of air that enters your lungs, you squeal into his palm while your dripping walls contract rapidly around his thick member.
Always ready to meet you wherever you are, Pope clenches his teeth and groans your name between filthy curse words while his cum spills inside you.
When his gyrations slow, you half slump over and hang an arm lazily over the side of the couch.
Pulling out of you inch-by-inch, Pope tucks his weeping cock back away into his shorts.
Repositioning your panties over your messy slit, he tugs your nighty back into place over your hips and thighs.
You think to rise and go to the bathroom to clean up, since you can feel cum running over your thigh, which you know will stain the couch, until he wraps both his arms around your weakened body. "Hold it in. Maybe it'll work this time."
Your eyes flutter closed when he presses a kiss to your neck.
Sluggishly, you turn around to face his chest which you nestle against. "Do y'think?" you mutter sleepily.
Pope shrugs and squeezes you hard enough to make you squeak. "Don't plan to stop trying 'til it does."
You slide your arms around him and inhale the scent of woodsmoke and earth. "Think I'll be a good mom?"
To my own cousin...
Pope kisses your forehead, followed by your eyelids and the tip of your nose. "Perfect."
♡ synopsis: unable to sleep, you decide to swim for a bit. awoken when you go outside to the pool, pope joins you soon after & informs you of his exploits of the day—a trip to a strip club with his brothers and yours—in hopes of gaining a reaction from you.
♡ content: dd:dne, incest, dub-con, panty sniffing, pope undressing you w/o your knowledge, dirty talk, reader bites pope & draws blood, masturbation, mutual orgasm, kissing
Like many other nights, you couldn't sleep. Tossing and turning did little good as the minutes, and then hours ticked by with you having nothing to show for your efforts aside from a thin sheen of sweat covering your skin from ceaselessly flopping around.
Eventually, you rose and threw off the covers before discarding your panties and leaving them forgotten on the floor when you exchanged your sleep attire for swim, and padded out to the pool to cool down. Maybe doing a few laps in warm water will aid in tuckering you out until you're so sleepy that you can hardly stand to keep your eyes open.
Pope had been asleep on the couch when he heard the sliding glass door glide shut. He'd rose with the immediate thought of there being an intruder, until he caught sight of you wading into the rippling blue waves outside.
He means to join you, but in a bit. He's onto other things first.
Stealthily making his way back to your bedroom, Pope slips inside, then softly shuts the door behind himself. He's unsure of exactly what he's in search of, until he finds it balled up on the vacuumed carpet of your bedroom floor.
Bending at the knee, Pope scoops up your panties before rising and seating himself on the edge of your bed. He doesn't even hesitate before lifting them to his nose and deeply inhaling the scent of you. Fresh soap from putting them on just after your shower, but also hints of something else which is strictly you that appeals to a far more primal part of him.
Palming himself over his jeans, he groans before standing and shoving the item into his pocket, knowing that he'll have other uses for it later.
Gripping the far edge of the pool, you've decided to kick, kick, kick until you grow bored of the activity. You're not really sure why you're doing it, but at least you're having fun.
A pool is admittedly nicer than the ocean you and J used to pretend was your own personal one, in truth. Hot, fishy seawater doesn't always make for the best recipe when it comes to keeping things in tip-top shape down there. At least this way, you're swimming in something that's chemically treated.
You glance down and watch your legs disappear and return, disappear and return before a solid hand is suddenly clamped over your mouth.
You first think to scream, until your mind registers that the rest of you is free to move as you wish. Abruptly circling around, you come face-to-face with none other than Pope.
"Oh my—" you press the heels of your palms against your eyes and groan in irritation while your heart slowly calms from its rapid pulse.
"Think I was somebody else?" he drawls.
Lowering your hands beneath the water again, you cross your arms in vexation.
Pope finds himself unable to remove his attentions from the way your breasts push together when you do so.
"I'm starting to think you get a kick out of scaring me," you grumble.
He shrugs nonchalantly. "Or I get something else out of it."
You chew the inside of your cheek, but don't reply before looking to the side and watching as a filter blows bubbles into the water. Until Pope slides his hands beneath your thighs and wraps them easily around his waist, due to the buoyancy the water provides. You think to lean back against the portion of wall behind you to gain even a modicum of distance, until he does the same with your arms, but around his neck.
"You miss us today?" he asks while running his thumbs over the generous, fleshy portions of your hips.
You shrug.
He cocks his head to the side while brushing his damp palm across your cheek. "Maybe I should tell you where we went."
Your eyes flit nervously between his, unsure that you want for him to. But he mentioned it for a reason.
Because he wants you to ask.
"If you want to..."
He toys with the thin bows on the hips of your bikini bottoms. "A strip club," he leans in closer while his eyes flit to yours. "Does that make you jealous? That J went?"
An expression of genuine confusion paints your features. "Why would that make me jealous? I mean, I'm pretty sure he's not old enough to go in one yet, but I guess so long as nothing happened, then it's ok. And...at least he wasn't alone."
Probably not the first place his uncles should've taken him to, but you hardly consider yourself surprised by the unwanted knowledge. You're sure J himself was probably a nervous wreck inside while trying desperately to remain composed on the out.
Pope stays quiet for a moment while mulling over your satisfactory answer. "Does it make you jealous that I did?"
Your brows slowly knit together before you shake your head. "No."
Why would it? You couldn't care less where he goes, what he does, or who he sees. So long as it keeps him the hell away from you.
He pinches your hip painfully and you yelp in surprise. "Maybe it would if I told you what I did," he says lowly while staring at you from beneath hooded lids.
"Get a lap dance?" you say with a nervous chuckle.
He frowns. "No. But I did go in a back room with a stripper."
You nod slowly; trying to think of a way to not only exit this conversation, but the pool as a whole. "Okay."
The night descends into silence again with only the occasional gurgle from the pool filter and quiet lapping water to break it.
"I had sex with her."
Glancing back to him, your eyes flit between his, half wondering if he's joking. He shouldn't be telling you this.
It's improper conversational material between an uncle and niece.
"Hopefully you two used protection," you say with a small, forced laugh.
You don't find this funny.
"I wore a rubber," he states dismissively.
You don't reply. Not that you would know how, even if you wanted to.
"Ever since I went to prison," he says, continuing. "I haven't been able to achieve an erection."
Touching him while he tells you these things makes you feel grotesque. If only you could unzip yourself from your body and crawl across the masonry that'll lead you back inside where it's safe. "Sorry to hear that..." You swallow thickly. "Maybe you should speak to a doctor about it?"
Pope rolls his eyes at the suggestion. "I tried something different tonight. Roleplay, I guess."
He's about to make things impossibly weirder, isn't he?
"Do you wanna know who I pretended she was?" he inquires.
No, not really, but if it'll bring this conversation to a close, then... "If you wanna tell me," you say warily.
Sliding his hands beneath the waistline of your bottoms, he takes your ass cheeks in either of his hands.
Your eyes now the size of saucers, you open your mouth to begin berating him for his lascivious behavior, until he continues on with his sordid tale. "You." Would've been miles better had he had the real thing in front of him to sink his cock into, but he took what he could get in the moment. "Couldn't get hard for the life of me before. But with you here now, I am all the time."
"I-I don't think you're supposed to say stuff like that to me," you state in a rush of breathless words.
He snorts derisively. "Why not? It's the truth. You fixed a big problem for me." Pope shrugs. "Could always reward you for it... With it."
You shake your head in a panic. "That... That's not funny."
He deadpans. "I wasn't joking."
Bringing himself close to your ear, he whispers in it with a gravely voice that causes your nipples to pebble.
You blame the physical reaction on the night air, despite it being humid.
"You helped me come, so let me help you."
With you so distracted by the words leaving his mouth, you're left wholly unaware to the fact that he's just untied your bottoms, and that they're now floating away to the other side of the pool.
"I... I don't want to right now."
He raises a brow of interest. "But you do get off when you're alone." The way he phrases it—coupled with his tone—makes it seem less like a question and more like a statement.
You scowl. "That's not for you to ask about."
He smirks. "You wanna know what I had her call me?"
No, I most certainly do not, you muse.
He squeezes your ass in his hands until he's sure he's left prints. He wonders if you like that. If you like all of this and you're just pretending otherwise for the sake of your own morality. "Uncle Andrew," he whispers while slipping the bow tied around your back free. "So I could be inside of you. Not her."
When your top begins to float is when you look down and finally realize that you're completely naked.
You flail, then reach around to fix it, until he goes for the tie around your neck and yanks it free as well before tossing it onto the sun-bleached stone tiles surrounding the pool with a wet splat.
"You're pretty like this," he croons while holding you close with unyielding strength. "Naked. In my arms."
He suddenly draws nearer while sliding the tip of his nose along your neck and inhaling. "Even the way you smell is nice."
"P-Please," you blubber. "We shouldn't be doing this."
"Everybody's asleep," he mutters against your neck before gently kissing it. "We can do whatever we want out here."
He slides a dripping hand up your back to cup the base of your head. "We could fuck on one of the chairs, if that's what you wanted."
He plants sloppy kisses upon the swell of each of your naked breasts. "I'd do anything you wanted, if only you asked me to."
When he sucks a nipple into his mouth is when you cry out in ecstasy.
You can't help it. It's just your body's unwitting reaction to his hands having roamed all over your sensitive skin and... No. You don't like the things he told you. Do you...?
Keeping your arms around his shoulders, you know you're helpless to free yourself from his advances. He's so much stronger and older and—
He takes your other nipple into his mouth then, and when he does, you feel something prodding against your fluttering entrance.
Looking beneath the rippling water, it looks distorted, but is undeniably an erection trying to greet you.
"Mm," you moan frustratedly, unsure of what the hell you want.
Planting his tongue between your breasts, he drags it all the way to your clavicle. "Do it," he rasps. "Use it. It's yours."
You hardly spare a moment before grabbing his throbbing cock in your hand—which is covered only by a thin pair of briefs—and rubbing it against your swollen clit.
You throw your head back and let your eyes flutter closed as you sigh in happy relief.
Continuing on, you swipe it between your folds, all the way to your clit, and then back again.
Pope shoves your head down so your lips can meet his. And he lets you hover there while working his cock against your needy cunt.
"That's it," he pants—your lips only inches apart. "Fuck yourself with it. With me."
You dig your nails into the base of his skull and he groans.
"I want you to come on it," he spits. "Don't stop until you have. Understand?"
You nod fervently before leaning to the side and sinking your teeth into his shoulder.
He curses, but doesn't jerk away. Not even when you draw blood and it begins to drip into the pool.
Reeling back, you lick your red, glistening lips and he grins before you crush your mouth against his.
Furiously swiping his cock against your pulsating entrance, you clamp down gently on his lower lip and draw it between your teeth before releasing him again.
"You're fuckin' sick," he rumbles. "But, God, I love it," he finishes before pulling you back to him.
When you break for air, you lie your head against his shoulder while panting like a bitch in heat, you're so close to finishing.
"You're like my own personal sex toy," he remarks, causing your hips to jerk in excitement. "All mine."
"Ah," you cry. "'M gonna come."
He slams you back against the pool wall behind you—nearly knocking the breath from your lungs. "That's it," he says while looking down to watch. "Come on it. Then I will, too."
It's almost like some sort of lever you've taken to operating, you're so efficient at it. But from its length and how hard it's become, it feels quiet akin to one.
"Oh, fu—" His cock slams against your entrance, but doesn't sink inside. Not with a thin, flimsy boundary still between you to prevent it. "Keep going."
Practically animalistic with need, you swipe its swollen tip against your clit until finally, you careen over the edge.
When you cry genuine tears, stemming from your wanted release, Pope kisses and licks them away while his cock spasms in your hand as he spills himself against you, and also into the pool.
Once you've reached your resolution, you let his erection go, only to collapse against his chest in exhaustion.
Wrapping his arms around you, Pope kisses the side of your head.
He's never felt so close to someone before in all his life.
"I love you," he mutters.
Sliding your arms around his neck, you sniffle quietly. "I love you, too, Uncle Andrew."
I’d love to request a Jack Abbot x reader! With pet play (pink bunny), dressed man/ just lingerie woman, and general cosiness. Like fluffy smut please!!
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oooo i had so many thoughts about this last night too. you’re jacks pretty little bunny. he bought you cute little floppy ears & a puffy white tail, along with a custom baby pink collar that says ‘pretty bunny.’ & like the sweet little girl you are just say “thank you daddy!!” when jack orders you to go put it on now.
so when you come back into the living room wearing those items, plus the brand new lingerie set jack just bought you, a cute lacy white bra- matching crotchless panties & tight thigh garters, jack wants to devour you whole - “fucking sexy little bunny.” he thought .. when you giggled at his words it was then he realized he spoke out loud.. when he gave you a slight glare you quickly quieted down. he then spoke again.
“i want you to do something for me bun, can you listen?” you nod eagerly, wanting jack to touch you already. you hate the way you become so needy for him so easily..
“crawl to me, and come lay your head on my lap.. can you do that for me?” you nod again.. jack sees your blinking slowing down, already knowing your brain is becoming all fuzzy.
as you use all fours to crawl to his spread lap, you can see his bulge prodding out of his pants now, so you begin to do the obvious thing.. nuzzle him. your soft cheek begins to rub onto his middle, jack softly grunting above you trying to keep his composure, but after a few minutes, your voice gives out a little squeak-
“s-sir…? can i have it please?” you gesture towards his cock, mouth watering with need. you have been a good girl, but he just doesn’t wanna give you the prize that easily, especially since he sees you starting drool all over his lap like a dumb little baby.
“not yet bunny. you need to take something a little smaller first.” he says while rubbing your little head to soothe you from not getting what you want. he knows you need something in that empty mouth of yours- so he pushes his thumb abruptly past your lips- groaning at the way your drool coats his digit immediately, hot tounge swirling around it. he knows your cunt is leaking for him right now.
your spit is becoming so messy- flowing at your chin. jack can’t take it anymore & pulls his soaked finger out of your mouth. he needs more from you.
“such a sloppy little thing. do you want me baby?” when you whine & nod ferociously, he decides not to tease you anymore.
he directs you with such strictness- “stand up, go lay on the bed & and i want your legs spead when i come back there.”
with wobbling feet, you walk quickly to the bedroom- so sticky between your legs, already knowing what you’re in for.
fuck- he’s about to pound your little pussy to an oblivion.
i hope you liked it! it turned out way more erotic than i hope but he’s still soft with her!! :3
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warnings: smut!! jack is a single dad (widower), fauxcest, you are so horny for jack you can’t even think straight lol, jack has a guilty conscience but still fucks you, you love his praise, you have severe daddy issues (self indulgent lol)
you love your best friend. you do.. but you’ve always loved her dad a little more - maybe because he was always a dad to you as well, knowing yours passed away at a young age. it’s something you & your friend could always relate to, knowing she didn’t have a mother.
so he always made sure to be there for you in subtle ways: making sure you ate after school when you would come over your best friend house for a playdate, when he would buy you your favorite treats along with his daughters when going grocery shopping, just always thinking of his sweetie & how nice her friend is- and when he was there for you in high school when prom came along & you didn’t have a date - he was there for you & went as your plus one. you friend thought it was so embarrassing that her dad would be keeping an eye at her at prom, but she’ll be fine in the end, you thought- plus you two had a fun sleepover after. and when he helped both you move into your dorm for college with your friend & settle into your studies.. you felt the most safe with him.
but what your best friend didn’t know is how sometimes you crossed certain boundaries, like your first day of college. you had a stressful time settling into classes & maintaining your chaotic schedule- you kept getting lost on campus which due to that made you become late to your classes. by the time the day ended you had cried twice, ruined your makeup- & sweated through your clothes. you knew what you needed right now, so, you just walked to your dorm pulling out your phone to send a quick text to your favorite person.
dad <3: can i come over please? had a stressful day :(
jack was just relaxing when he saw your message, but he replied with a swiftness. he deemed himself a regular man who cared for more than one sweet girl in his life, & that girl was you. you were just the nicest little thing always looking for approval. especially his. he loved the way you smiled brightly when he subtly complimented you. he loved your manners. the way you always said “please” & “thank you.” you even called him sir for a very long time until he corrected you-
“please- call me dad, sir makes me feel all old.”
so when you texted him, he didn’t hesitate at all when it came to his answer.
jack: you don’t even need to ask, honey. you can know you can. is my other daughter in the dorm with you currently?
as you stepped out of your shower, you thought about her- you don’t know where your best friend was currently. you remember she told you about a guy she was interested in so she’s probably with him. so you decide to cover for your friend this time, only cause you didn’t want jack to worry..
you: yeah, she’s here!! chilling & relaxed so no need to worry ! & i’m on my way right now :3
you felt slightly guilty about the little lie, but what your best friend didn’t realize- is how you also call him dad.. just when it’s you two, you just feel so comfortable around him & plus you he wanted you to.. so why not?
“as long as you feel good around me okay?” jack voice ringing in your head from the distant memory. so when you finally get to his house & jack opens the door, you knock into his chest and hold onto his embrace, his warm chest comforting you immediately.
“missed you a lot dad, had such a bad day.” you say muffled into his chest. you’re just so at ease around him, it naturally slips out. when he hears the wobbling tone of your voice he felt his fatherly instincts kick in with you immediately, wanting to shield you from the rest of the world.
“awe, come’ere. what do you wanna do? just cuddle & watch tv for now like always?” jack says in such a soft voice not wanting to upset you even more.. he could never upset you though. he kicked the door back with his foot so he could still hold onto to you- only to soon break you apart from his chest. you whine slightly.
“hey, hey- have you eaten yet?” you shook your head no. “you know better baby..” jack grips the bottom of your chin with his thumb, grazing just below your lower lip. you look down guiltily. you know you know better, but you were so overwhelmed today you just simply forgot.
“well, i’m gonna make you a meal & then we’ll cuddle together & we can watch whatever you want okay?” you nod now. you’ve gone nonverbal- his care making you feel all warm & relaxed.
“words, my girl.” “o-okay..” his casual dominance towards you stirs something inside of you. you can’t do anything but obey him.
“go upstairs, make yourself comfortable in my bed, and i’ll be up there soon. okay?” when you nod your head again he kisses the top of your forehead then dismisses you. your stomach is swirling with different emotions, but you head upstairs walking to his room anyway.
when you entered his room all of your worries just floated away.. you didn’t want to think about anything else.. all that was on your mind was jack. dad. your daddy..
so, you dropped the white skirt you wore over along with your top and put on one of his plain black shirts, feeling engulfed by him completely.
you felt your thoughts start to drift again when you relaxed onto jacks bed, smelling his musk all over his clean, organized sheets. you started to think about the ways that he’s always been there for you. always there when you needed comfort.
especially in these simple situations of distress. you begin to think about how he could be there for you in other ways.. like helping you get your scheduling together back at college, like maybe giving you a bath for the days you’re really exhausted & you just need someone to take care of you…. like thrusting his thick fingers in & out of your wet hole while you’re needy, whispering into your ear telling how you’re his favorite daughter, and how you’re always so good for him…
you don’t even realize your hands are in your panties swirling around your soaked clit.. so lost into your imagination about your dad. you’re so far gone when you realize you’re thinking about jack pressing his thick cock into your tiny cunt.. stuffing your wet pussy while telling how much of a perfect girl you are. you’re filling yourself with your own fingers, dreaming of your dads cock in you. fuck. you feel so dirty.. but you can’t help it..
but what you don’t know is how dirty your dad feels too. because he’s watching you. jacks watching you. in the doorway- pumping your fingers in & out of your sloppy cunt through your panties - and you don’t even realize because your eyes are snapped shut, drowning in your own bliss. he was coming up here to check on you only for him to see you doing the unexpected.
jacks not stupid, nor is his blind. he sees the way you’ve grown… womanly over the years. but he knows he shouldn’t see you like that, his daughters best friend- basically a second daughter to him.. he’d be pervert to see that.. to see the way your lips became so pouty when you were sad just earlier in his arms, to feel how your chest felt again his hard one, so full & plump.
your body filled out very nicely… he thinks. the way his large hands fit perfectly with your hips & the way he softly caressed your back .. you fit perfectly with his body. the way your cute, sparkling doe eyes just look up at him with such want- looking to be cared for.
but fuck- he can’t let his thoughts wander, it would be unethical. immoral. and he can’t ruin his relationship with his babygirl. he can’t. he loves you too much.
but when he sees that you’re softly whimpering “dad.. daddy..”while toying with your soaked little clit, he speaks up.
“… baby.. what’re you doing..?” jacks voice is so strained, almost like he’s trying to hold himself back. you gasp slightly when you see that he’s in the doorway, but you don’t take your hand out of your panties. infact you start thrusting your fingers back & forth into your needy hole even faster.. seeing the one you crave so close to you.
“i-i need you daddy.. please..” you’re out of breath, feeling yourself beginning to get close to your orgasm- wet squelching getting louder.
jack doesn’t know what controls him. maybe it’s the way you’re getting your pussy wet for him all over his bed, maybe it’s the way you beg so sweetly for him- and you’ve always been a sweet girl, so why not give you a reward?
so he does what any sane man would do in his situation, he walks over to you, go down to your level and kisses your needy lips, basking in the way you respond & reciprocate to him. you moan into his mouth like you’re starved. your tounges clash together with such fervor, you love the way you can taste his masculinity- he loves the way you taste so sweet.
he slides your damp panties down- taking his thick middle and ring finger & dips them into your soaked pussy, just seeing how wet you really are for him. he groans from seeing how sticky you are.
then unbuckling his own pants, he frees his hard cock & starts tapping it directly onto your clit. you mewl & your hole clenches around nothing, feeling so empty suddenly. he rubs his cock back & forth on your clit before sliding down your labia, before swiftly stuffing himself into your tight drooling cunt, making you immediately cum & gush all over his cock. he grunts at the tight feeling around his dick.
“such a pretty little doll. i can’t believe you’re my fucking daughter.. so perfect for me.”
“..dad!- please!- more!” you yell.
you’re moaning so loud but you can’t help it, you’re creaming all over your dads cock from the first thrust. you feel so filthy, but so does jack. he can feel all of his daughters hot juices on him- & as much as he wants to wait for you to come down from your orgasm, he can’t. so, he begins chasing his own pleasure - pressing his cock deep into you then pulling halfway out- then repeating the process, making you squirt with each pump.
jacks preening at the way your hole just takes him- stretching around his aching cock- it’s like your pussy is begging to be filled with his cum.
“fuck, you’re tryna milk your dad for all he’s worth aren’t you?” you can’t do anything but squeal in reply. everytime time his cock pumps deeper into your pussy, feeling the way his balls slap against the bottom of your ass, his cock becomes ready to shoot deep inside you.
loving the way your cunt clenches around him, like you’re trying to push him out, it’s only in a matter of minutes that you feel a warm substance thats filling your hot pussy. “god.. you’re such a good little girl for your daddy..” you both moan at the feeling of his cum overflowing your cunt, making a mess everywhere on the sheets..
“mmm- thank you, thank you daddy.. it feels so good..” you babble out.. your head is so clouded you don’t even process jack removing himself from on top of you to lay himself next to your body & pressing soft kisses onto your damp neck, hoping to soothe you. you love the feeling of his scratchy stubble against your soft skin.
you just hope that this can happen more often now..
i hope this was decent!! feedback is always appreciated!! <33
i’m 18, so all of my fics with be mostly likely be centered around age gaps, so if that’s not your thing don’t read! i only write fem!reader (aka female) so please don’t request any other gender 🥹
all my fics will most likely have smut/erotica in it so if you want something that’s angst/fluff it’ll have to be requested!!
i’m very self indulgedent but i try my best to make sure every girl can feel included!
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this pic has me thinking so many thoughts. you’re sucking jack’s cock for the first time (sucking a cock in general for the first time) & he has his large hand atop of your head, gripping big chunks of your hair. you’ve having a hard time getting all of him into your tiny mouth so he slowly pushes your head back & forth on his throbbing cock- loving the way your warm lips & wet tounge swirl around the veins of his shaft.
“god, kiddo.. you’ve never done this before?” you shake your head around his cock, drool pooling at the edges your lips, greying pubic hairs brushing up against your nose. he’s so big in your mouth..
‘how does she look so innocent with a literal dick in her mouth?’ jack thinks. he feels like a dirty old pervert for having you on your knees like this.
“mm don’t worry.. you’re making your daddy feel real good, baby.” he groans & thrusting more of himself into your hot mouth. he starts guiding you & telling you to do things that he knows that will make him feel good. he knows you’ll do anything to make your dad feel good.. won’t you?
“listen here kid.. lap up my balls then slowly move back up to my cock and softly suckle the tip.. can you do that for me, bunny?” you say ‘mhm’ around him & the vibrations make him grunt.. when you do as he’s told he feels his load going to the tip of his cock & getting ready to shoot right into your hot mouth. god he’s so close..
so you’re shocked when he pulls out of your mouth quickly with a loud pop! but only to say:
“fuck. stick your tounge out, bun.”
you obviously obey. he taps his heavy cock all over your lips & tounge before shoving the whole thing in & cumming down your throat. you love the way he’s moaning through his orgasm because of you- you can taste every bit of him..
this pic is how he looks at you when he sees how fucked out your face is all because he stuffed your face full of his dick for 30 minutes.. pushing stray hairs away from your damp face, lips slightly swollen. so imagine how you’ll look when he stuffs your virgin cunt for the first time..
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just had a dream that shawn hatosy aka jack abbot wanted me.. he was giving me subtle hints & when it was time to go he gave me a really tight hug, caressing my back & all (almost like a grope) & says he wanted to see me after work.. he looked down at me w his glasses on & UGHHHH. i didn’t want to wake up bc it was so erotic 🥹 cryinggg
perv!dad's best friend!dr jack abbot x fem!reader.
18+. content warnings: fauxcest (use of dad and kiddo), vaginal fingering, medical stuff, sexual education, praise, implied masturbation (m)
jack invites you and your father to his lake house every summer. he's never had kids, but he's always wanted a daughter. that must be why he dotes on you, always sneaking you ice cream after dinner, giving you massages when you complain about an ache.
your father jokes that sometimes jack acts like more of a dad to you than he does... you're a grownup now, he says. you don't need to be coddled, you can figure stuff out by yourself. jack disagrees. that's why over time, he went from "uncle jack" to "dad". it was a silly joke of a nickname at first, but now it flows easily from your lips.
one day your father's out fishing and you curl up into jack, pouting as your head falls onto his shoulder. "dad, my tummy hurts..."
his eyebrows raise. instinctively, he starts a differential: it's been two weeks since your last period, and it's a one-sided ache in your lower abdomen.
jack exhales through his nose, bringing you into his en-suite bathroom and locking the door just in case. he has you sit up on the counter, asks you to peel your panties off while he puts on some gloves.
a black lace thong? okay, he guesses that must be what the youngsters are wearing these days...
he spreads your pussy lips open with two chubby fingers, peering down at your fluttering cunt. one look at your egg-white cervical fluid and it's clear to him, nothing's wrong, you're just ovulating.
"s okay?" you murmur breathily.
"she's perfect," he replies, his eyes roaming over your dripping pussy, at the way your clit twitches under his gaze. "still, dad has to check inside. just to be safe."
soon he's got you leaking all over those blue nitrile gloves as he curls the thick digits against your g-spot, making you whimper. jack just grins at you, loving how your eyes can't leave his. "theeere we go. that's it. dad's hitting it, isn't he? i'm a doctor, baby. i know where all your precious spots are."
his fingers massage at your spongy insides, coaxing more slick out of your swollen pussy. "mmmhm. so responsive. dad's girl is perfectly healthy, nothin' to worry that pretty little head about."
and when he starts fucking his digits in and out of you, your hands gripping tight against the countertop, he says, "i wish i coulda taught you how your body worked, kiddo. y'shouldn't be getting scared about things like this, not when i'm right here. you know dad's got his good girl, always."
his free hand presses over your lower stomach and steadies you when you start to shake and your walls begin to clench, rubbing almost clinical circles over where you'd complained about it hurting earlier. "shhh... that's it, almost there, honeygirl. you're trembling, baby, dad's fingers really feel that good?"
when you nod, he coos, thumbing at your clit tenderly. "i got you. don't fight it, 's gonna feel even better now. all tingly, isn't it? lotta nerve endings there, kiddo. touchin' here makes you come real hard." and you do, tight around his fingers while he watches your sweet face, how you look while you whimper for him.
"oh, baby, you look so pretty..." he pulls his gloved fingers out of you with a pop, your juices stringing messily off of the nitrile. he brings them to his mouth and sucks them clean, humming greedily at your taste before he pulls the gloves off with practiced ease and tosses them into the trashcan.
and when he hears your father's car pull up in his driveway, he fists your soaked panties and steers you out of the bathroom. "put your pants on, sweetheart. i'll be out in a few minutes."
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