Today I attended a pride parade in my city. I walked with my union. 🌈
It’s mandatory for kindergartens and schools in Norway to promote equality, equal worth and diversity.
I am a kindergarten teacher. We have a Framework Plan for Kindergartens.
“Kindergartens shall promote equity and equality irrespective of gender, functional ability, sexual orientation, gender identity and expression, ethnicity, culture, social status, language, religion and world view. Kindergartens shall combat all forms of discrimination and promote compassion.”
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you tell your childhood friend simon that you're going on a blind date. he isn't exactly thrilled.
you had known simon your whole life, since he'd moved into the house across the street with his parents. he'd never gotten along with the other kids from the neighborhood, you'd the only exception. you'd run to him, tears falling down your cheeks, whenever someone made fun of you. he'd always taken care of your problems for you.
when you told him about your date, over text, because you were too scared to say it to his face, he left you on read. you waited and waited but never got a response, which was weird because simon always replied to you immediately, even when he was busy.
you were having a pleasing conversation with your date, a guy named gavin, when the bell above the door chimed. you didn't have to look up to know who it was. simon stood in the doorway of the cafe; his cold eyes swept the room until they found you, and something dark flickered across his features. he didn't smile like he usually did when he saw you. gavin looked up, confused. "uh, do you know him?"
before you could answer, simon grabbed a chair from an empty table nearby, making a screeching sound, and sat down between you two.
simon leaned back, legs spread wide, thick arms crossed over his chest, and just glared. not at you, but at gavin. his expression was unreadable, but you noticed how his palms were clenched in fists. your date opened his mouth, closed it and opened it again. "can i, uh, help you?" he managed, voice cracking on the last word.
simon didn't answer. it was only when you cleared your throat that he shifted his attention towards you. "simon, what are you doing here?"
"having coffee," he said flatly. "you done here, love?" your face burned from the awkward atmosphere. he was blatantly lying, you knew he hated the taste of coffee.
"i'll drive you home." he added, before you could say anything. he grabbed your coat as he stood up and threw cash on the table, more than enough to cover the bill.
his grasp on your wrist was tight, you could only follow him to his car. simon didn't start the engine, he sat there, gripping the steering wheel, before turning his body towards you, attacking your lips.
you had a feeling that you wouldn't go to any more dates.
how about daughter who fakes being sick because she knows robby will put a thermometer up her butt?
dad!robby x daughter!reader -- bordering on munchausen
18+ cw: incest, anal play/fingering
wc: 690
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“daddy,” she whines, “i don’t feel good.”
robby looks over at her from the couch. “what’s wrong, pumpkin? is it your tummy?”
his daughter shakes her head, forcing a few coughs from her throat.
“come here, i’ll feel for a fever.” robby beckons her over, placing a hand on her forehead. “you feel a little warm. let’s go read your temperature.”
she bites her tongue, trying not to let her excitement show. “‘kay, daddy.”
robby goes to his bathroom to search for his doctor’s bag. “huh. pumpkin, do you know where the ear thermometer is? i can’t seem to find it.”
“no,” she lies. it’s hidden under her pillow, and will stay there until later.
"well, that means we're gonna have to use the rectal thermometer," robby sighs. "i know it's uncomfy, but it's more accurate than the oral thermometer."
his daughter pouts, exaggerated enough that it might cause suspicion. "okay..."
robby sits on the bed and pats his lap. "hop on up, bunny."
she bounds over to him, laying across his lap. she settles in, hiding her blushed face in the comforter. letting dad touch her ass is exciting, but it's still a little embarrassing.
robby pulls down her pajama pants and panties in one swipe, baring her bottom to him. he rubs his hand over the plump skin, gives one of her cheeks a squeeze and chuckling when she squeaks in surprise. "sorry, pumpkin. i can't help it, you're just so adorable back here."
his daughter peeks out from behind the comforter, giggling.
"oh, that's funny, huh?" robby grins, giving her bottom a pinch.
she shrieks with laughter. "daddy," she whines, "'cmon..."
"alright, pumpkin." robby grins. he palms her ass, gently parting her cheeks to expose her tightly clenched little rosebud in the center. "there she is. i need you to relax for me, pumpkin. it'll hurt if you're tensed up."
his daughter shakes her head, blushing so hard that the pink begins to show on the back of her neck where robby can see.
"princess," robby soothes, gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over her hole. "i don't wanna hurt you back here. can you relax for dad?"
the touch of his warm finger between her cheeks gives her a start, making her tense up tighter.
"okay, i gotcha. we can take our time," robby says, grabbing a little tin of coconut oil from his doctor's bag.
the sound of the tin clinking open made her peek out from the safety of the comforter again.
robby braces her parted cheeks with one hand, gathering the oil onto his index finger with the other. he gently rubs the oil onto the entrance of her hole, making his daughter whine into the bedspread.
she can already feel wetness gathering between her thighs, hoping her father won't notice.
"i'm gonna go in, just a little," robby murmurs, letting his fingertip breech her hole.
it makes her brain buzz, and she can't stop herself from rolling her hips.
robby cocks a brow at her, swiping his free hand between her slit to find wetness. "oh, pumpkin," he chuckles, "look at you, gettin' all excited 'cause dad's in your bottom."
she squeaks in embarrassment, muffled by the comforter.
"nothing to be embarrassed by, sweetheart. you're sensitive back here, you can't help it," robby says. and that's almost more embarrassing, being treated like a horny bunny who just can't help themselves when their dad touches them.
robby lets her hump his finger for a minute, so amused by her little charade that he can't help but continue to play along.
"i'm gonna put the thermometer in," robby warns her, before her removes his finger and slides the metal tip inside her.
his daughter makes an unhappy noise at the intrusion, the cold, hard, smooth feeling of the metal being so different from the warm finger of her father. she squirms a little, just to tell him that she's uncomfortable.
"hold still," robby commands, "or you're getting a spanking."
the thermometer finally beeps, and robby removes it to read out the result. "96.8. you passed with flying colors, pumpkin," and gives her bottom a pat.
"so i'm not sick?" she asks, almost disappointed.
"nope. you're healthy as a horse," robby confirms.
"maybe the reading was wrong," she says shyly. "maybe we should check one more time, just in case..."
mmmm thinking about being robbys daughter and sabotaging all his attempted relationships with women. and the best part is he doesn't even really realise you're doing it on purpose when you get all upset and ask him if she will replace you, he just genuinely comes to the realisation that no woman will ever make him as happy and fulfilled as his sweet little girl.
bonus points if one of the women starts arguing with robby about how his relationship with his daughter is a little strange and hes saying thats ridiculous, when you walk in and go straight over to your daddy wrapping your arm around his waist and he gives you a kiss on the head. and then you give the woman the most satisfied smile because no matter how hard they try, no one will ever come between robby and his sweet daughter ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
cw: implications of incest
robby’s daughter knows her daddy is a very handsome man. he’s strong, and smart, and a good doctor. who wouldn't fall in love with him? but the women who come sniffing around her dad need to understand that they’re encroaching on her turf.
she let it slide when he was with janey, she was too young to really care back then. but a few years later, when heather collins and noelle hastings come along, she realizes she has a problem on her hands.
as it turns out, it only takes one dinner date at home for the message to be received.
robby escorts his date through the door after a long day at work, visibly weary despite the company of a woman. but his face absolutely lights up when he sees his girl dashing down the stairs.
and of course, the new woman is ostensibly here to meet robby’s daughter. that seems to be news to robby, who spends all evening fussing over on his daughter, barely paying attention to his date.
they go to the couch to watch a movie— robby spends the whole runtime with his daughter wrapped around him, never sparing his date so much as a sideways glance.
when she gets up to go get a drink, the woman confronts robby. she tells him that his relationship with his daughter seems to be a little off, that the two of them don’t seem to have healthy boundaries.
she hardly gets out the last sentence before his daughter returns and plops herself in robby’s lap, wearing what are clearly boxers and a t-shirt that belong to robby. his daughter tugs at robby’s neck, whining about taking him to bed.
and that’s the last time robby ever sees the woman.
after she leaves in a rush with some hurried excuse, robby goes upstairs to bed with his girl. as he snuggles into bed with her, she asks why robby is trying to replace her.
robby soothes her, promising that no woman could ever replace his baby girl. and he realizes that she’s right— he never goes on another date ever again.
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going to the annual ptmc pool party and dad robby getting jealous after you ask langdon to put sunscreen on your back.
he would be simmering with anger. he’d order you into the quiet clubhouse and slam the door behind you. he’d demand to know what you was doing with langdon, and you sort of laugh it off because you think he’s joking.
robby tells you that’s “loose behaviour”, and that you should be careful how you go flaunting yourself in a bikini around young men because they’re all dogs. you protest and tell him that langdon had just offered to do something nice for you. but robby shakes his head and says “do you have any idea of the excuses a man will make to touch you?” you kinda smirk and say “oh i sure do, dad.” robby scowls and tells you not to fuck around with him right now, and he’s seriously considering having langdon recommended for demotion- cause nobody half-decent touches another man’s daughter like that in front of him.
you say you're surprised to hear him say that, considering he hasn’t made a claim on you of any sort. his voice gets all deep and he growls- “you want me to brand you?” you keep teasing him, saying “oh, yes, sir. you should take me over that porch railing, right in front of everyone, and show ‘em all why they shouldn’t go sniffing around your daughter.”
he finally snaps and orders you to bend over the desk, and then he fucks you so hard he leaves bruises on your thighs. when you've both put yourselves back together, you notice he’s left this massive hickey on your neck, and you complain about it. he hardly looks up from buckling his belt, and throws out- “what’cha whining for, sugar? thought you wanted to get branded?” so you have to walk around the pool deck for the rest of the day with it on your neck.
genuinely i will take any writing about pelvic exams ending in sex it just hits so different for me for some reason. like it just makes so much sense, robby is a doctor , who else is better to make sure his girl is happy and healthy?? and why would she be confused that her friends' ones are uncomfortable and dont end in sex??? she doesn't need to know why anyway because her daddy is the best doctor and always makes her feel comfortable and blissed out during them 🙂↕️🙂↕️
dad!robby x daughter!reader -- isn't she lovely
18+ cw: incest, pussy pronouns, overstimulation
wc: 672
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robby’s daughter kept hearing the worst horror stories from her friends about their first visit to the gynecologist.
some said the speculum hurt, others said their pap smear was uncomfortable, and they all complained that it was just plain embarrassing.
she thought her friends were being silly. she doesn’t understand why they’d bother going to a whole separate doctor— any physician can perform one just fine. at least, that’s what dad says.
so of course dad will do hers! she trusts him to be gentle, and he’s already seen her pussy a bunch of times. and one day, her dad ushers her into the master bedroom and pats the mattress of his king bed.
“clothes off, pumpkin,” he instructs.
“are we doing the pelvic exam?” she asks.
"yes we are, little miss," robby confirms. "if i recall correctly, someone just had her 21st birthday."
she sighs as she begins to strip. "can't you try to be less doctor-y for once?"
"no i cannot," robby retorts. "forgive your old man for being too focused on making sure you're healthy."
when his daughter is naked, he has her sit on the edge of the bed with her legs open. robby nudges the inside of her thigh. "open more. c'mon, i've seen these legs spread wider before." he says.
she gives a little huff. "daddy... please," she complains.
"what?" robby looks at her quizzically. then-- a lightbulb goes off. "oh," a smirk slides across his face. "you're getting all fussy cause dad's not gushing over you, huh?"
his daughter blushes red. "it's not gushing... i just want it to feel romantic."
"don't you worry about that, pumpkin," robby says, nudging her legs apart. "now come on and show me my pretty girl."
she smiles happily at that, satisfied with his change in rhetoric, and parts her legs for him. "what's this for, again?"
"oh, dad's just makin' sure your pussy's healthy," robby looks between her legs, running a finger down her slit. "she looks good," he nods.
"you see her all the time, dad," she giggles. "i don't think you need an exam to determine anything."
"i'll take any excuse to look at her," robby murmurs, placing a kiss at the top of her mound. "she's so pretty."
he inserts two fingers into her, gently feeling around for any irregularities. on one hand, this is a regular exam-- of course he wants his precious girl to be healthy and safe. but on the other hand, his fingers are inside her so often that if anything were really wrong, he would've caught it long before now.
so sure, he's gonna examine her just to be safe. but he'll be damned if he's not gonna treat his girl extra special while he does it.
with two fingers inside her, he feels for her g-spot under the guise of checking her for abnormalities. "i'm just making sure you're safe, pumpkin patch," he murmurs as his fingers finally notch against her spot. he breathing gets heavy, and she has to squeeze her eyes shut. "cervical cancer is deadly, and daddy doesn't want you getting sick, okay?" he says.
his daughter squeaks and nods, biting her lip to keep herself from moaning.
robby smirks at the sight of his daughter squirming under him. "dad's gonna make sure your button's healthy," he says, meanly rubbing the pad of his finger relentlessly against her exposed clit.
she jolts with a whine, writhing. "dad," she moans shyly, "it's working fine."
"we're gonna keep going 'til you come for dad, pumpkin," robby tuts. "a healthy clit should be able to give you an orgasm without penetration. 'cmon baby, show me your button's working," he gives a tender kiss to the top of her clitoral hood.
he keeps rubbing, working her over until she whimpers out a little "daddy.... daddy," as her orgasm crests over her.
he gathers his daughter into his arms and kisses her forehead. "there we go," he coos. "pelvic exam with a happy ending. nothing but the best for my girl."
What better way to fix your woman’s attitude than to have your friend fuck her dumb? A nasty sight it was. Simon practically dwarfed your body in a way that seemed like you were about to get crushed. Tears stained on your chubby cheeks, your plump lips jutted out as groans were continuously forced out of you with every mean thrust that beast delivered, and the way your pretty hole stretched and creamed while trying to accommodate Simons's length. If John didn't know any better he would honestly feel bad at the way you were being fucked…It almost made him forget about your attitude earlier. Almost.
"Don't know why you keep lookin’ over at him, he ain’t gonna save you, love.” You could practically hear the condescension in Simon’s voice. That sick fuck enjoyed every second of this. How your greedy hole clenched around him tighter whenever you heard his voice or when you pleaded him to slow down despite the fact that your creamy cunt consistently leaking onto him. You would think he was the one you disrespected with the way he was beating your shit in.
“J-john, John please m’sorry!” another shaky babble that went straight to John's dick. He hated seeing his baby in pain but you needed to be set straight. You were spoiled without a doubt and it seemed to seep into your pretty little head. He was originally going to be the one to punish you, perhaps spanking your pretty ass until he felt like you learned your lesson or tying you down with a vibrator to your clit but John always caved into your pleas and cries. Besides, Simon always did well with intimidation.
“Bit too late for apologies, focus on this dick you're getting.” A languid roll made you practically gargle your moan. A firm hand press down on your back forcing you into an even deeper arch. You could feel his tip rut right into that spot of yours that made your stomach clench.
“Thats it, be quiet. Gotta teach your ass some manners, yeah?” He cooed, a please hum leaving his lips at the creamy ring being formed around the base of him.
“S-simon-” Your voice got cut off as thick fingers started to rub your clit. That warm pressure in your stomach that you were holding back started to get stronger. Your hands tried to reach back and push him away, trying to get a little mercy on your poor cunt yet your struggle only seemed to drive the brute even more.
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➶➴ your boyfriend catches you asleep with suspiciously specific older doctor smut open on your phone.
➶➴ content: [mdni] established relationship, age gap, brat tamer, teasing, mild dominance, bratty reader, suggestive touching, doctor kink, explicit sexual language, smut being read aloud, masturbation references & jack being unbearably smug.
wc: 1,279
the morning light was cutting sideways through the blinds of the living room, throwing dusty gold stripes across the hardwood floor. jack came through the front door and tossed his keys onto the entry table with a clatter. his backpack followed. another brutal night shift had completely fried his brain, his shoulders locked tight, his leg aching where the prosthetic met his skin after hours on his feet.
he walked into the living room, ready to greet you with a tired smile, but stopped dead in his tracks.
you were curled up on the corner of the sectional asleep. the exhaustion of waiting for him must have caught up to you because your head was pillowed on your arm, your breathing soft and even. right beside your hand on the cushion, your phone lay unlocked, the screen still glowing brightly.
jack’s steps were silent as he crossed the room, a tired frown settling across his face as he reached down to grab the device so the battery wouldn't die.
his eyes caught the text on the screen before his thumb could hit the power button.
“sweat beaded across his wrinkled skin, a drop slipping from his temple as he leaned over you, grunting with exhaustion before pressing his hand on your lower abdomen feeling his cock through—”
jack froze.
he stared at the screen, his eyebrows pulling together. for a second, his brain—exhausted from trauma bays and complications—just tried to process why his girlfriend was reading smut about an older man when she was already dating one.
he didn't lock the phone; he kept it in his hand and carefully lowered himself onto the edge of the sectional beside you, taking the weight off his tired legs. he reached out, his warm fingers gently brushing a stray lock of hair away from your face.
you stirred sleepily, blinking against the morning light, your eyes fluttering open to find jack sitting right there on the couch, looking down at you with a fascinated expression.
“hi,” you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep. "what time is it?"
“just got off,” jack murmured. he didn't move away, resting his hand on the edge of the couch right beside your hip. “i have a few diagnostic criteria to sort through.”
you blinked up at him, disoriented. “wait, what?”
jack tapped the screen, his eyes scanning the visible text as he scrolled upward with casual precision.
scroll. “doctor.” scroll. “scrubs stay on.”
jack went still as his eyes scanned the tags, then flicked back up to meet your gaze.
a slow, profoundly amused smirk began to tug at the corner of his mouth. the rigid tension in his shoulders completely melted away, replaced by the unmistakable satisfaction of a man who had just acquired ammunition.
you looked at him, still confused, still waking up.
“let me make sure i understand this,” jack said, his tone entirely too calm, too analytical. “i work at the hospital, come home in scrubs, and find my girl reading smut about an older man.”
“you could’ve just called me, honey.”
“you said emergencies only!” you shot back.
“this seems like one to me,” he deadpanned, his eyes dipping to your chest, watching your breathing give you away.
your face instantly flushed a brilliant, burning red. you pulled the edge of the blanket up toward your chin, groaning softly. “i hate you.”
“yeah, i always read suspiciously specific smut that practically describes someone i hate too,” jack said dryly.
"...wrinkled?" jack repeated, eyebrows lifting. "i know you're not thinking about me."
"please don't."
“i mean, i’ve got a few,” he admitted, glancing at his reflection in the screen with a smirk. “but wrinkled? is that how you view me? because this feels personal.”
jack reached out and smoothly pulled the blanket down, exposing your mortified expression.
“let’s tally up the diagnostic criteria. older man? check. doctor? check. still in his scrubs? unfortunately, check. girlfriend at home apparently requiring supplemental reading material? glaringly fuckin’ obvious, check.”
“leave me alone,” you hissed, reaching out to snatch the device back.
“solid work finding parallels.” he clicked his tongue, looking far too pleased with himself.
jack effortlessly tilted his hand out of your reach, scrolling back with one thumb, one eyebrow lifting at a particular tag.
“tsk. you follow the ‘age gap smut’ tag. color me shocked.”
“ugh, i am begging you to drop it,” you huffed, your thighs pressing together as heat gathered low in your stomach.
“nothing to be embarrassed about,” jack said, his smugness ratcheting up another notch. he shifted closer on the sectional, stretching one arm along the back of the couch, his knee pressing firmly against yours. “explain the logic to me, though. why are you reading about an older doctor when you have a perfectly functional one living under your roof?”
“i miss you when you're at work, jackie,” you muttered defensively, a small, humiliated smile breaking through your embarrassment.
jack went still for half a second. then his eyebrows lifted.
“sweetheart.”
you immediately looked away, staring hard at the throw pillow.
“look at me, pretty girl.” jack’s fingers caught lightly beneath your chin, turning your face back toward him with gentle, inescapable pressure. “so while i’m at work, you sit here and read this, imagining it’s me?”
“i never said that,” you protested weakly.
“that’s cute,” jack replied, his smile widening into something dangerously pleased as he watched the utter regret settle over your features.
as your unspoken admission hung in the air, his hand shifted from the back of the couch, sliding down to rest casually over your knee, making your eyes flutter shut for a second.
“well,” jack murmured, his thumb tracing a slow circle against your knee. “since the real thing apparently can't compete with whatever the hell kind of literature you've got queued up on this phone... read it to me.”
“jack!”
“you were comfortable reading it earlier. don’t let me stop you.”
“fine!” you huffed, snatching the phone back. you scrolled backward until you found the part you wanted, your voice trembling as you started to read.
“‘i’ve been such a good girl—i didn’t touch myself while you were at work! i promise, i swear—just please!’ you say as he pushes two fingers into your dripping—”
jack’s brow furrowed. he glanced down at his scrubs, then back at you.
“two?” jack asked, interrupting you.
you stopped reading, glaring at him. “that’s what you’re taking issue with?!”
“currently,” jack said smoothly as his hand drew higher on your thigh.
you paused, staring down at his hand before looking back up at him.
“go on,” jack prompted, his tone innocent.
“i can’t read when you’re doing that,” you protested, your face burning even hotter.
jack glanced down at his own hand like he’d completely forgotten it was there, his mouth twitching with wicked satisfaction. “you went back to it.”
“what?”
jack glanced at the screen. “sweetheart, you just scrolled backward specifically to read me that part. you like it.”
groaning, you dropped your head back against the cushions. “just let me off the hook.”
“not until you finish.” jack smirked, his thumb drawing lazy circles against your thigh.
“you're so mean, jackie,” you muttered.
“and you're a brat that likes it,” jack countered softly, his hand sliding slightly higher up your thigh.
“no! i don’t!” you huffed, knowing damn well you were lying.
jack’s eyes dropped deliberately to where his hand rested against your thigh, dangerously close to the crease of your hip, before returning to your face.
“right,” he cooed, entirely unconvinced. “and i’m sure your search history is full of evidence proving just how much you hate it.”
➶➴ a/n: this was my dream last night, everyone thank my subconscious for the material. hope you enjoyed xx
*the banner was created by me in photoshop. no ai was used.*
i like the idea of the centaurs having a rival team too, but it’s completely one sided and they just sort of decided that they don’t like them a really long time ago and now no one really knows why.
ilya finds it fucking hilarious when he joins and is happy to join in with the mean spiritedness when they play against them. of course, the fact that he’s joined finally alerts this giant team of ottawa’s inexplicable hatred towards them, and they are so baffled like why is ilya rozanov tweeting about how much he hates us??
when shane joins he thinks it’s kinda silly and dumb and he just chalks it down to an inside joke he doesn’t really get but then, kinda out of nowhere, he develops genuine feelings about it.
they travel to the city to play a game against the team, he sees mugs with the team logo on and his lip curls in disgust. every time they score it infuriates him more than usual, and totally boils his blood. when they win he feels this bone deep satisfaction kind of like he feels when they win against montreal but without the heavy baggage. and he realizes that he genuinely, seriously hates that fucking team.
all of a sudden he’s the no. 1 rivalry enforcer. no we will not be going out tonight, we’re playing against [x team] in three weeks. are you wearing fucking green? as in [x team’s] color? are you fucking insane? no, ilya, we can’t name our kid that that’s the name of [x team’s] center’s daughter.
obviously ilya finds this hilarious, but it’s even funnier when shane gets out onto the ice, giving every single player on that team the most terrifying icy glare anyone’s ever received and they’re all just baffled bc wtf did we do?
pervy ᵎ rabbot x reader . cmnf . fingering . female orgasm . dad/dy kink ( jack is daddy , robby is dad )
Jack and Robby prefer you like this – your flesh unearthed, entirely unclothed. It’s easy access, sure, but it also leaves no doubt about what their sweet girl needs when they can see her: your achy cunt, drooling out need and want on whatever surface you're strewn upon. There’s no use in discerning why you’re fussy or insolent when your exposed little pussy immediately gives you away.
You're fit on Robby's lap, straddled and wrapped in his warmth, while Jack stands at the sink, prosthetic already donned below the knee whilst cleaning the dishes from breakfast. Watery sunlight drools through the curtains, slipping across your bare flesh in tangent, bright streaks, although your focus mostly resides on the touches and soft groans that emit from Robby. For the last half hour, he’s been mending his heat into you, delivering taunting little traces over your clit, working your cunt up in momentary grazes, before pulling away again. Over your navel, palming your belly, stroking in gentle circles before thick fingertips pad over the underside of your breast. His other hand grazes over your inner thigh, further overflowing your mind with buzz and lingering static.
A fat hand crests over the plush skin, squeezing and rubbing to spur on the pleasure he won’t yet provide, while his rounded tummy stays soft and thronged against your back. His coarse beard, brunette and tinged with those aging, white hairs, encroaches over your shoulder, hooked and prickling into your bare skin.
“You’re staying right here, just like this.” Robby practically purrs, punctuating his words with a wet kiss, smacking it on the junction between your jaw and throat.
“Mm.” Jack hums under his breath, eyes flicking over to the two of you. His pink lips upturn in a smirk. Eyes of dark hazel and greenage sweep over your figure – where you’re seated and spread over his lover’s lap. “Too cute to put clothes on.”
You sigh in surrender, yielding completely as Robby flicks the peak of a nipple. He soothes it with his thumb, before his palm traverses down your abdomen. His deep, chocolate brown corneas are purely amorous when he pivots them over to Jack. Seized to him, he rubs over your body while speaking in a soft tone. “You know what I love about mornings like these?”
“What?” Jack murmurs, focused on scrubbing a soapy pan.
“You,” Robby responds to him, his fingers drawing over the mound between your legs. “You, cooking, cleaning – doing this whole domestic thing.”
Jack’s lip tilts up – you both can hear the amusement in his timbre. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm.” He snuggles closer, humming roughly into your temple while still half-turned towards his partner. “Looking all sexy in your sweats; your hair all messy.”
“You just can’t help but objectify me, huh?”
Jack laughs at his own retort, and you squirm slightly, leaning back on Robby to catch sight of him with a single summon of, “daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah, we see him.” Robby chuckles, his hand now palming between your thighs, covetous and outright. “Daddy’s lookin’ pretty this morning, huh?”
Jack shoots you both back a beguiled glance, his tone reprimanding, as if the upturn of his mouth doesn’t immediately sell him out. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Too late for that, brother.”
"mhm.. daddy's always pretty." You gleam, eyes pinned to the glow of daylight that weaves itself into Jack’s untamed, sleep-tossed silver ringlets.
"You two are bad for my ego." Jack huffs warmly, yet his spotted cheeks burn up, blushing with the praise. "Gonna make me swell up." He mumbles loud enough for you to hear.
Robby's chin dips against you, the bristles of his beard grazing your outer ear. "You like that thought, huh?" He drawls, while his fat fingers interject between your legs, spreading the wet petals of your pussy open.
There's no use hiding it; not when he's about to submerge a digit inside you. Not when you're about to gush against where his hairy, bare thigh is sat below your cunt. You nod a little "yes," in defeat.
"Yeah." He smiles. "Course you do. Little pervert." His thumb nudges your opening, wet and sticky, before polishing the arousal over your distended clit. He massages your button in gentle, slow swirls, allowing your exposed pussy to slip out more need. It dribbles down your skin, against warmed, delicate flesh, to drip and absorb against the meat of his leg.
It's not until Robby jams the pad of his digit into your bundle of nerves that you physically jerk in his hold, effusing a whine shrill enough to beckon Jack's attention away from his priorities of wet porcelain and Dawn dish soap. The flow of water stops, and he steps over – hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable in his accustomed, curious stance.
When his eyes scale down at your needy, pulsating heat, you immediately tighten on nothing, nibbling into your bottom lip beneath his scrutiny. It doesn't last long; Jack’s smirk returns along with the sight of his palm, and he roughly pinches the peak of your breast. You mouth parts in a sweet little gasp at the sting, brows knitting up towards him.
"Fuck." Jack mutters, "And you say I'm the pretty one."
His gaze falls on Robby's hand, surveilling how he rubs their baby – thumb slotted into your swelled-up, twitching clit, inflicting pressure into every nerve ending, before Robby starts stroking down, slipping them over your slit in a teasing circle, just to feel your cunt feebly attempt to pull them in.
Robby indulges your body when a chubby finger frictions into your hole before your mind can catch up, squishing into your cunt while Jack views the entire sight from above.
"Dirty little thing, isn't she?" He rasps, biting the bottom of his pink lip. He grunts, shifting to sit beside you both. A joint of his cracks in protest, and the wooden chair creaks under his weight.
"’Course she is," Robby murmurs, kissing your throat once more. "Been wet since breakfast. Can never sit still in Dad's lap." His arm hefts your body up in an effort to settle your ass right over the swell of his groin, the motion further submerging his finger inside you. "There we go."
You whimper, head lolling on Robby's shoulder, the pressure of his finger, firmly curling into hot walls, enough to already make you shudder.
"Aw.. You feelin' good, kiddo?" Jack smiles, but it's all taunt. You only moan in response, lust-filled and eager, the noise unleashing light chuckles from both men. The vibrations dip through your muscles and spread into your gut, accumulating the desire into a bleary, dizzying heat. "Think she's ready for another?"
"Oh, she is." Robby hums, halfway pulling his digit out while you needily whine in protest, back arching, thighs tensing over his with the transposing loss of fullness.
Doubly thick, two digits spear into your slick little cunt, stretching delicate flesh through your pants of pleasure. The angle Robby offers is too fucking good; sensations of his languid thrusts have you shaking, not enough and too much in every second. A slow, squelching pull out, wrist twisting in angularity, before his knuckles bump back inside your plushy pussy to drag his thickened, fat fingers into every sensitive crevice of your warmth. Deep seated inside, he strokes up into that tender, needy spot inside you, inducing those thrumming, little waves inside, and those shivers in your thighs.
Through the bliss, you discern Jack's groans. Heavy and resounding, he's palming his cock through boxers a bit too eagerly. You watch as his sun-speckled fingers bend in little circulations across his firmed bulge, as if he’s petting his erection through the busting seam.
"She's watching you, Jack." Robby grins, fucking his fingers harder into your spasming heat.
"Fuck– I know. You like it? Like watchin' Daddy?" He grunts out.
You huff out, shaking your head, obstinate even through your quivers.
"No?" Jack chuckles, strained with longing, although he has already garnered what it is you want. Ever the greedy girl, you're demanding that his hands must be on you, too.
Robby arches his knuckles inside you, just as Jack leans over, the pad of his hot index frotting into the exposed nerves of your plump clit. Your hole weeps, drenched and overwhelmed with both hands that stimulate your drooly pussy. Whines, moans, and little gasps pool out from your mouth, too enveloped by the pleasure to speak.
"Thaaat's better." Robby rumbles into the skin of your shoulder, free arm wrenching you still tight against his chest and belly. "Baby just needed Daddy, too?"
Your messy cunt replies before you can, nuzzling tight around where he penetrates you, your pelvis bucking involuntarily as your orgasm approaches. Your movement is too much, too fast, for the man you’re sat upon. Your wriggly body makes Robby’s dick twitch under your ass, provoking a moan out of his mouth before he can stifle it. He buries his face into the crux of your throat, trying to continue his rhythm of bullying deep inside your pussy.
Jack observes the crude scene; your rutting, desperate hips on his partner's lap. The globs of your arousal that drip out in claim down over his contorting wrist. The tremble of Robby's thighs in attempts to not disrobe, force, and fuck his cock up into you – although the feeling of his prodding dick and heaved pleasure does impend your release that much faster.
"Baby likes that, huh?" Jack deigns, kneading your bud in a ruthless glide. "I know. I know you do. Little one needs to cum so bad."
You nod, quick and pouty with the pace he has on your clit.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," Robby grunts, nipping at your throat, separating his fingers in the cavern of your cunt, piercing the sensation further in each deep, dragging grind. "Go ahead — feel really good for us."
Both men feel it quick with the given permission – your pussy pinching up, gripped onto fingers as they stuff you through the squeeze, your sweet, thudding bud, involuting under Jack's rubs. A creamy surge sluices over Robby's fingers, warm, wet, and all theirs. Your moans don't let up; they can't when you receive each curl, circle, and scissor into your overwrought cunt, extending the waves of your orgasm.
It's only when you grow limp, damp with sweat and want, sighing with a faint simmer that still resides between your thighs, that Robby offers a slight respite. His hand stills, while his free one rubs your tummy, whirling over skin all too sweetly. "So good. Good job, baby," he croons, although his voice curls in on itself, his timbre stained with arousal. "You all fucked out now? All hazy?"
You don't get a chance to respond at all – Jack is already bending over, face dipping to where your cunt is seeping, still adhered to Robby, all but salivating for your taste.
"Mm. No." Jack rasps, his tongue delving in where fingers slot inside you, licking over your inflamed clit. "I think she could use a second helping."
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