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pretty please requesting icky dad!bf robby holding naive hospital intern reader to his chest from behind while he fingers her, keeping her legs spread open with his. he’s whispering in ear her she should quit her job and move in with him and let dad take care of her. his sweet girl is too pretty and soft and dumb to work such a hard job, or any job. all she needs is her dad. pls
‘pretty girls shouldn’t have to work’ dadbf!robby
you should’ve known what was coming when your boss and recent boyfriend, robby, asked you for a quick word as he pulled you into the direction of a seldom used supply closet. should've become even clearer when you heard the door lock with a dull click, but genuinely you thought he wanted a chat.
"so, what did you- woah!" you start but get cut off by your own squeal as he spins you around and holds you against him, your back pressed up close to his chest.
"shhh. just relax, baby. let dad take care of you." he whispers low in your ear as he slides one hand down your stomach, letting his hand slip under the waistband of your scrub bottoms and subsequently your panties.
you gasp as his long, calloused fingers find your clit with ease and you lean into his touch, throwing your head back against his chest and arching your back into him. your ass finds the hard outline of his cock which strains against his own pants.
"b-but we're at work." you try to protest but the small whine that follows betrays you.
"about that.." robby starts, sliding his fingers through your folds, the rough pads teasing your entrance before finding your clit again. "i think you should quit."
you're a little shocked by his statement and for a moment you think you've misheard him so you don't say anything. "too pretty to be working in a place like this." oh. no, you didn't mishear him at all.
"wha-. you don't think i'm a good doctor?" you try to pull away to face him but his arm tightens around your chest, forcing you to stay where you are. your eyebrows turn up in the middle and your heart sinks a little bit, you had worked so hard to get here and thought you really were a good doctor and hearing robby maybe suggest otherwise…well that stung.
"no, no. of course you are, baby. of course you are." he trails a stream of kisses down from your jaw to your neck. you're slightly relieved but still confused.
"then why?"
"i just think pretty little girls like you shouldn't have to work. believe me, this job will take everything from you and before you know it this job will be all there is and i don't want that for my sweet girl." robby explains, his fingers still rubbing circles over your tight bundle of nerves, occasionally he'll slide them down and dip into your now soaked hole.
"but i worked so hard.." you pout, tears pricking slightly at the corners of your eyes.
"i know, baby. i know. you shouldn't have to though, shouldn't have to worry about a thing like that." he shushes you, placing more sloppy kisses against your skin.
"but i racked up thousands in med school debt...i need to work to pay-"
"i'll take care of it. don't need to worry about anything, dad'll take care of it all. i want you safe at home where i don't have to worry about you getting hurt, okay?" he's pulling your pants down now, you let them fall to the floor as he undoes his own and bends you over to line himself up at your dripping entrance.
"i don't know...i like working here and- fuck!" you gasp when he shoves the thick head of his cock inside of you, no matter how many times you've fucked you're sure you'll never get used to his size.
"please, baby. you'll make dad so happy. just move in with me and you'll never have to worry about a single thing ever again, okay? i'll take care of everything; bills, debt, you, everything. i promise. please? for me?" he begs in your ear, teeth nibbling softly on your lobe as he fucks into you, hard enough for you to be so pliable for him, but not too hard that anyone walking by could hear.
he's got workplace sex down to an art at this point.
"it'll really make you happy, daddy?" you ask in whine, biting your lip to try and suppress the moans that want to slip out.
"mhmm, the happiest, baby." he has both hands now on your waist, pulling your hips back to meet each thrust, the sound of your skin slapping dampened by the material of his pants meeting the backs of your thighs.
"hmm, okay. if it'll really make you happy." you resign, maybe it wouldn't be so bad lounging around all day having nothing in the world to worry your little mind.
"thank you, baby. you just be your pretty little self and let dad take care of you now."
once you're both done and cleaned up the best you can be with limited resources robby rushes to his computer to draft your letter of notice, absolutely thrilled with himself that you're going to be all his from now on. no more will sleazy doctors and flirty paramedics be able to leer at you, which is what all this was really about.
you'll be his, dad's sweet little girl, all his. forever.
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daddy robby talking you through masturbation like he would teach a medical procedure at the hospital
“that’s it, baby, start very, very gently and very, very slowly.”
watching intently as you circle your clit with your slim fingers, giving you proud nods as you figure it out
“sensitive, isn’t it? keep touching it. try a few different angles to see what you like. you might like circles.” he murmurs as you play with it. he’s right, you do like circles. “just don’t touch it—
you gasp when it’s overly sensitive to touch your clit directly
“—like that,” he finishes, giving you a smile and an encouraging kiss. “keep going, touch yourself more on the clitoral hood”-he grabs your hand to guide you himself-“that part there. that’s better, isn’t it?”
watching your bare cunny get all wet and aroused for him as you squirm beneath him, going feral for it
“now insert two fingers… mmm, perfect. good girl. you’re doing great. you’ve got this, little one. we’ve got to get you ready for daddy” he loves teaching you how to fuck yourself on your fingers before he rails you with his big cock
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could you please write something where the reader (who is in her mid 20s) accidentally calls Robby "daddy" for the first time during one of their initial hookups, then the both of them suddenly freeze on realising that she called him that and starts to freak out thinking he's grossed out about it but he continues thrusting into her and gets her to continue calling him that and she realises that he's actually turned on by it
i love this prompt. my fave. you have inspired a lot of words 💕
mdni 18+ / dr robby x reader / daddy kink, age gap, f!reader / 1.3k words
you’ve barely made it inside the front door of robby’s condo when he’s already pushing up against you in the hall, kissing you hungrily.
“missed you, baby,” he mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming your hips.
“you too,” you say, just catching yourself before you call him ‘daddy’
“I thought about doing this all day,” he says. “‘specially when you teased me at the hub”
“I didn’t tease you,” you reply
“yeah you did. saw that pen in your mouth.”
you giggle. he might be right. you just get a little distracted when you’re that close to him at work
he has that effect on you
he has your pants off and his fingers inside you, teasing you open. you love it, you love giving yourself over to him. but now you’re blushing because you almost revealed your secret; that you have a daddy kink and you really want him to be your daddy, but you doubt he’s into that.
you push those thoughts down and reach for him. can feel his hardness between his legs. you pull at his belt, needing him. one of your favorite things about robby is how hard he gets for you. his big cock just rock solid in his pants, responding to your touch. you can’t wait to have him inside you
he gets you into his bedroom, grinning as he looks at you. he can’t believe you want to fuck him; he thinks you’re out of his league. he pushes you down on his bed, curling his fingers inside you while his thumb rubs your clit, getting you nice and sloppy and achy for him.
he loves how wet you get, how responsive you are to his actions. he can’t wait to slide inside your tight young cunt
you strip off your shirt and grin when he immediately goes for your breasts, fondling them and sucking them to make you shiver. it’s really nice, n you let out a moan
then he pulls away, but only to undo his belt and shove his pants and boxers down, his big cock sticking out straight toward you, and you feel your pussy flutter with desire for him.
he bends over to kiss you down below, using his mouth on your clit and pussy to stimulate you further, and you grow even wetter from arousal while he eats you out
“‘s good?” he asks against your clit
“sooo good,” you moan back to him, writhing against him.
he licks your clit once more then kisses back up your body until he reaches your mouth, sliding his fingers back into your pussy and his tongue into your mouth. you taste yourself. his beard rubs against your lips. good thing you have a day off tomorrow- you’ll probably have beard burn and you don’t need everyone in the pitt questioning who gave it to you.
then you feel him shift above you and his fingers are replaced by his throbbing cock. his tip slides easily inside you, and you moan at the fullness of it. you look at robby as he gently pulls back out and then pushes in again. his beautiful cut cock stretches your pussy.
“fuck,” you groan loudly
“is that ok?” he asks
you nod, smiling at him and tilting your chin up toward him for a kiss. he fulfils your desire, a smile on his lips before he kisses you
“good,” he murmurs into your lips.
you love that he checks in with you. he’s so caring, and he always puts your pleasure above his own, and of course you can’t discount that he’s thirty years older than you. it’s no wonder you think of him as your daddy
as he’s kissing you he thrusts inside again even deeper than before, and privately you think about how good your daddy is at fucking you
“fuckkk,” you moan and grip his ass.
he chuckles and kisses you, his cock now pistoning in and out of you. you’re dripping for him. you rock your hips toward him, taking him deep with his every stroke.
“fuck, you feel amazing, baby,” he says. “I really was thinking about you all day.”
the pet name doesn’t help your kinky thoughts
pleasure flows through you and you grab onto his arse, pulling him deeper as he fucks you.
“ahh, fuck,” you moan at a particularly perfect stroke. you love how he feels inside you, and he looks so sexy above you, all powerful and protective. you can’t help it.
it just slips out.
“fuck, daddy,” you gasp.
robby stares at you, eyes widening in shock as he freezes, his cock still filling you up, but he’s not moving. your heart pounds in a bad way. you think you’ve just ruined everything. he must be so grossed out.
shit, fuck, shit
you want to run away and hide. this is so embarrassing.
“sorry, robby, I—”
“don’t apologize,” he says, resuming fucking you, and you relax a little, but you’re still anxious that you’ve just freaked him out
“‘kay,” you reply
his eyes are far too good at noticing your emotions, and he leans in to kiss you softly
“relax, babygirl,” he murmurs against your lips while thrusting in and out of you. his cock feels so good inside you. you try to ignore what just happened, but then robby makes that impossible by whispering right in your ear, “what’d you call me before?”
you gulp, “um… daddy.”
“daddy,” he says, still thrusting into you, and god that word sounds too sexy coming from his mouth. “huh.”
you feel your heart pounding anxiously again. he kisses your neck, and you don’t know what he’s thinking. you really hope you haven’t turned him off you.
but then he asks, his voice all quiet, “call me that again?”
you blush profusely at the request, but obey him. you whimper, “…daddy”
his next thrust is even harder than the previous, and he sucks on your neck, then kisses his way around to your mouth. he grips your jaw gently, a bit possessively. a thrill rushes through you. you’re starting to think maybe robby actually likes this?
“say it again, baby girl,” he says, locking eyes with you, and you see a gleam in them
“daddy,” you say confidently this time
he moans, and you bite your lip
“fuck,” he gasps, adjusting his position and leaning more of his weight on you so he can fuck you hard and fast
you moan, wrapping your legs tightly around him as he drills into you. “fuck me, daddy”
“fuck… baby, you have no idea how hot that is,” he says, his voice all gravelly, the way you like it best. “you like it when daddy fucks you like this?”
“mhm,” is all you can manage. you still can’t believe he’s into this, and it’s turning you on like crazy. he’s fucking you with an energy you’ve never felt before
“oh, my babygirl,” he grunts, staring into your eyes, “you’re so damn cute. aren’t ya? so cute taking daddy’s cock.”
“daddy,” you gasp, your body full of pleasure
“that’s it, good girl”
you feel dizzy as he—daddy—fucks you into his mattress. it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to hit, and he kisses you through it. his tongue in your mouth as your orgasm crashes over you, and it brings him with you. he moans and spills his cum inside your pussy. he collapses down on top of you, cuddling you close and stroking your hair and making you feel all safe and nice, and you cuddle up to him
he kisses the top of your forehead and you smile and cuddle into him. “thanks, daddy.”
“no, thank you, baby girl,” he says, a smile spreading over his own face. “next time, you just ask for what you want, alright?”
you bite your lip, your mind swirling with possibilities. “ok, daddy.”
you keep finding excuses to hang out with dana under the guise of just being polite. or that's what your dad thinks anyway...
from this ask | f!reader x dana evans, abbot!daughter!reader, 18+, secret dating, brief smut, timelapse, age gap
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there’s nothing remarkable about the first time dana meets jack abbot’s daughter. you.
it’s just after seven in the evening, the ED settling into the familiar blur of shift change. day staff handing over to nights, charts changing hands, coffee cups being abandoned wherever there’s a free surface. dana is already halfway out the door, bag slung over one shoulder, when she walks past you and jack in the ambulance bay.
"forget something again?" she smiles between the two of you, mouth open chewing a piece of gum.
"his dinner" you role your eyes mockingly and she laughs.
"ah, getting old abbot"
jack goes to protest then realises there's no point, exhaling.
“this is my daughter. not sure you've met"
you stand beside him with a paper bag tucked beneath your arm and your car keys looped around your finger.
“dana" she greets you. "nice to finally meet you. feel like i already know you, doll"
you raise an eyebrow. "that’s concerning"
“he talks about you. a lot"
“only the embarrassing stories" jack mutters.
“mostly" there's a playful glint in her eye as you laugh. that lingers with her long after she leaves.
--
after that, your visits to the ED become more regular. nobody bats an eyelid. sometimes you drop off his wallet, a phone charger, his phone itself.
once, after jack’s truck refuses to start, you’re there just before seven driving him in.
dana always seems to be leaving as you’re arriving. it becomes routine.
“morning"
“evening"
“busy shift?”
“god don’t ask"
one morning jack gets held up with a patient while dana smokes outside before heading to the subway.
you lower the passenger window.
“need a lift?”
she waves you off.
“m good, your dad'll be out soon"
“he's caught up. and you'll be waiting ages"
“i don’t mind"
“i do"
she hesitates just long enough to lose the argument. something dana evans wasn't familiar with.
“well… thank you, hon"
it’s only a fifteen minute drive and she expects awkward silence. instead, the conversation never seems to stop.
you ask about nursing whilst she asks about your work.
you tell her about the city, about moving back home after a promotion that finally let you work remotely.
she tells you she’s forgotten what eight hours of uninterrupted sleep feels like. you laugh.
“i think my dad says the same thing"
“that’s because he’s dramatic"
“i’ll be telling him you said that"
“oh he already knows"
when she gets out, she catches herself smiling, waving back at you through the passenger window.
--
the lifts become frequent. jack never questions them. he assumes you’re simply being thoughtful. and you are. you drop your dad off, pick dana up. it's simple. he hardly ever drives anymore.
“you’re a lifesaver" dana says one evening as she climbs into your car in the pouring rain, shielding her hair with a jean jacket.
“that’s your job"
“okay, okay, touché"
there were a few occasions you'd pick dana up from her house, taking her to work in time to collect your dad. some mornings you'd arrive with coffee. two cups.
“you didn’t have to"
“i know"
she takes it anyway. never questions if you're okay going out of your way at 6:30am just to give her a ride. mainly when the weathers bad.
one morning, as she climbs out of your car, you call after her.
“can i…”
she bends down through the open door.
“…get your number?”
she smiles.
"you know, if i'm ever running late or..." your thought trails off. you know that's not why you're asking but it'd make sense to have each others number right?
her eyes narrow, something you'd call wicked behind them if you didn't know better. she pulls out a piece of paper and pen from her scrub pocket, scribbles down the digits and leans into the car to hand it over.
"see you later doll"
suddenly there's a warmth in your stomach.
--
you exchange practical messages, like you said.
running 5 minutes behind
your dads stuck with a patient
hope you got home okay!
the shift was small. but noticeable.
hope the ED goes easy on you today...
saw this and thought of you [1 image]
omg you'd die for this cafe, we should go sometime!
dana found herself smiling every time your name appeared on her lock screen. sometimes she caught herself, thinking it's all too ridiculous, shaking her head as she's sat waiting for your texts. yet she still finds herself looking forward to 7pm.
--
a storm hit pittsburgh one weekend.
the rains torrential. dana in your passenger seat, parked outside her house, not ready to take the leap and run through the monsoon up to her driveway.
the engines off. just the sound of heavy rain patting against the windscreen, streetlights turning to blurry streaks above as you tap the steering wheel idly.
"you're quiet today"
"am i?" she looks ahead out of the window. a second of silence. "just thinking"
"careful" you make the joke and she swats you playfully. the silence comes again, it's comfortable but loaded. something unsaid hanging between the two of you. this has been going on a while now, the hospital visits, lifts, texts.
another minute goes by when you attempt to break it but then—
"you keep finding reasons to drive me home"
your gaze meets hers.
"maybe i like driving you home" you shrug.
she hums. "you're looking at me different"
"am i?"
"yeah"
"how?"
she swallows. courage mounting by the second. "like you want to kiss me or somethin"
you don't deny it. "maybe i do"
there's something unreadable on her face. you've bared all, cards on the table, and she's looking at you like she doesn't know her next move.
"you shouldn't"
"why's that?" you paused. "because i'm younger than you? because you work with my dad?"
"to name a few" she almost scoffs.
"doesn't have to be complicated" you turn a little in your seat. "do you want to kiss me?"
you undo your seatbelt when her gaze flickers to your lips for a split second.
"you make it sound so easy"
"because it is"
you reach across the centre console, slowly enough that she has every opportunity to stop you. she doesn’t.
the kiss is gentle and a little hesitant. over almost as soon as it begins.
when you pull away, dana covers her face with one hand.
“god"
you smile. "that bad?”
she lets out another laugh. "the opposite, doll"
--
it gets to after eleven when your phone lights up.
dana:
i shouldn't have done that
you stare at the screen before replying.
you:
did you want to?
dana:
yes
you:
then i'm glad you did
a few minutes pass and you thought she'd fallen asleep for the night, ready to put your phone down.
dana:
why do you like me?
it didn't take much thought to reply. you had a whole catalogue of reasons you'd collected over the last month or so and it kinda made you said she had to ask.
you:
you're kind
you make me laugh
i think you care about me as much as i care about you
and i haven't stopped thinking about kissing you today
the dots appeared and disappeared for a few minutes before her reply finally came through.
dana:
i'm nearly 30 years older than you
you:
i'm aware
dana:
doesn't that bother you?
you:
no
does it bother you?
ten minutes go by before she answers.
dana:
i don't want it to
but i'm old enough to be your mom
you:
i don't care
--
it spiralled quickly after that. you found yourself at danas place, seeing her house for the first time. the framed pictures of her daughters, endless books and cds filling the living room shelves, a wine fridge stocked to the brim that you just had to make a joke about.
then you found yourself in her bed. floral sheets, dark wood headboard, a slit of light peeking through the half closed curtain as evening settles in. everything smelling of her. it felt addictive.
"fuck fuck fuck, right there-" she'd pant, one hand clutching onto a fistful of your hair as your tongue lapped along her cunt with intent, the other gripping the sheets with whitened knuckles.
it was even better in the shower. when she had you flush against the cold white tile, knuckle deep in your pussy as she fucked you from behind. "jesus dana 'm gonna-" then you'd come with a strangled cry as she kissed your neck.
sometimes on your couch, she'd ride your fingers while your dad was at work for the night. against the kitchen counter when you'd attempt to make dinner for the two of you until distractions won and she was moaning against your skin, telling you to fuck her harder, deeper.
it was weeks full of secret nights and stolen moments. kisses in the parking lot, hidden touches out in the ambulance bay after you'd dropped your dads lunch off yet again.
it was kept quiet. not because either of you were ashamed, but because explaining it felt impossible.
how you and dana were grabbing dinner after almost all her shifts now. sometimes a walk through the park, the late-night phone calls.
dana starts laughing more.
you're finding excuses to visit the hospital even when jack isn't working.
the emergency department notices before jack ever does.
nobody says a word.
--
it happens on one of jack’s rare nights off.
he and half the day shift gathered at the bar a couple blocks from the ED. course he told you to swing by, he didn't know dana had already invited you.
you’re already there when he arrives.
“look who remembered she has a father"
“i’m here, aren’t i?” you kiss his cheek before disappearing to the bar.
when you return, you set a gin and tonic in front of dana without asking. she smiles.
“thank you"
“you’re welcome"
jack notices. not much but just enough to think you’re being polite.
throughout the evening, though…
you slide her another napkin before she asks. she steals a french fry from your plate.
your hand settles briefly against the small of her back as you squeeze behind her chair.
she doesn’t even flinch.
it all feels… natural. like you’ve been doing it forever.
jack frowns. there’s something oddly familiar about it all and he can’t quite place why.
then he sees the faint smear of lipstick just beside the corner of your mouth. before you can notice it yourself, dana reaches over. her thumb brushes gently across your skin.
“there"
you smile up at her. "thanks"
without thinking, you lean into her touch for the briefest second.
the room suddenly feels very quiet.
jack lowers his beer.
looks at you. looks at dana. then back again.
“…you"
both of you still.
he points between the two of you.
“…are dating my daughter?”
dana blinks.
for perhaps the first time in thirty years of nursing, she has absolutely no idea what to say.
All I can think about is getting absolutely railed and hearing "I'm gonna fuck a baby in you" "I'm gonna get your pregnant" "I'm gonna make you swell right up with our cute little babies" and lord is it hot in here??
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some days you don’t feel like a girl and you’re happy your daddy understands. don’t worry about it he just calls you kiddo instead as he fingers you, tells you you’re such a good kid as he kisses your neck, making you shiver and whine and rut against him. his cock still gets just as hard for his beautiful little kiddo, who he’s fucking so deep and hard until you cum all over him and he cums inside you
𑣲⋆｡˚mdni 18+
cw: mean!robby, unprotected sex, d/s dynamics, creampie, kinda cnc, daddy kink
a/n: don’t forget about mama…I love you, perverts (divider by @angeliicide)
Robby never tells you to get off birth control, he would never do something like that!! Instead he just…always has some kind of excuse for you not to take them. And of course, you always do as he says, not only because he is a doctor, so he must know better, but because there’s an unspoken rule between you, because you would do anything he said, follow any of his rules without much complaining, except when you’re feeling bratty, but Robby can deal with that too.
He’s never been one to wear condoms, doesn’t like the feeling of it, says it’s constricting, says “I can’t feel you the same, it feels much better without” with a very convincing pout. So you begin to take your birth control and morning after pills seriously, even setting timers for them. But that’s just making things harder for him, because it’s not really only about feeling your warm wet cunt raw for him, it’s also about knowing he has that much power over you, the power to get you pregnant, to have a kid with you.
So he has to lie, has to hide the tablets from you, when you ask “Hey, Mikey, I can’t remember if I took my birth control today…did I?” he has to tell you “Yeah, you already took your pill, I saw you”. He has to, you really are forcing him, sweetheart.
And Robby would never have a child, not so late in his life anyway, but it’s about the possibility. It’s leaving everything up to fate, it’s being able to feel you like that, like nobody else has, it’s that what excites him.
But he won’t tell you that, he’ll just make you play into it without knowing. Getting you to forget to take your birth control is easy, he is good at distracting you, he’ll take you out shopping or ask you to watch a movie, ask you to help him with anything right after you turned off your “birth control” alarm but riiiight before you could take the pill. It’s all about timing, see? And, well, he just won’t remember to say anything about that later…he’s old, his memory isn’t what it used to be…
Or, right in the middle of sex, he’ll get you so drunk on his cock, so dumb you’ll whine about how you need him closer and, well, who is he to deny his pretty girl? After all, you asked for it. And when you’re whining “…daddy…wait…pull out…” with wide eyes and shallow breaths he’ll just cover your mouth with his hand, he doesn’t need to hear that, surely you don’t mean it. And he’ll spill hot ropes of cum deep inside you, he’ll fuck it back into you until he decides it’s enough.
And then he’s being so sweet, petting your head as you lay down on top of him, kissing your face, telling you how proud he is of you, saying “Such a good girl for daddy, you’re such a good girl…yeah?”, lifting up your thigh and watching his spend dribble down onto the bedsheets…and you're so sleepy, pressing kisses to his chest, whispering "Good night daddy, love you so much." against his collarbone.
If you love him so much you will let him knock you up, right?
robby with an unorganized reader? like to find one outfit in the morning she thrashes her whole room or she’ll leave things out accidentally 😭 and robby always has to be so strict, won’t let her go out with mr abbot if her rooms not clean or see frank :((
18+ mdni ugh yes!! i feel like he’s relatively fair about it at first… he doesnt mind what your room looks like as long as common spaces are kept clean n neat… so he’ll nag you to put away your nail polish after you paint your toes in front of the tv, is constantly calling you into the bathroom to put away the makeup n hairbrushes n skincare strewn about on the counter…
but then even your room becomes an issue. you’ll make them late looking for things in your mess, a couple times you even end up crying because you’re convinced you’ve lost your favorite top, your headphones, etc., only for them to turn up somewhere in your cluttered room once frank and robby help you look
thats when robby starts getting intense about it. he makes it a rule that every sunday you tidy up your room, and you’re basically grounded until it’s done
so if you go to him sunday afternoon asking to go see a friend he’ll just look at you with a raised brow. “Your room clean?”
“Yes, daddy, I just picked up.”
n of course he has to go see for himself, pokes his head in and makes sure it meets his standards. “Alright, kid, looks good. Have fun.”
and one sunday you dont do it then on monday morning jack texts you to see him last minute, and robby just scoffs into his book when you ask to go. “You know what I’m gonna say.”
“Daddy—“
He shoots you a stern look. “What am I gonna say?”
“Not until my room is clean, but—“
Robby shakes his head “No ‘buts.”
“But he wants to grab coffee and run errands with me and he only has till noon so I’d have to go soon—“
Robby cuts off your rushed explanation with a chuckle, “What’re you still doing here then, honey? You better move quick.”
and you know he isnt gonna budge so you huff and rush away to clean up your room as fast as possible </3 he calls after you in a lilting sing-song “This is why we clean on Sunday!”
Lil somno idea with previous consent of course! What about reader who's still feeling needy after multiple rounds. And Frank and Robby are both fast asleep in the bed w her (exhausted from their shift and fucking reader), but she just can't fall asleep :3. So she decides to ease the feeling by touching herself but it doesn't feel as good as their fingers. So in that fucked up, needy state she takes Robby's hand (maybe even Frank's) and starts touching herself w his calloused fingers....
Ps: I looove your writing. Please never stop🥹
18+ mdni somno! (i def imagine frank/reader/robby having a preestablished free-use dynamic…. it just makes sense) PLEASEEE PLEAAASE I LOVE THIS NONNY!!
you do it with frank’s bc they happen to be closer, his arm is thrown haphazardly over your hip n his fingers are already resting against your lower tummy…. you take his hand and guide it low, swipe his fingertips through your soaked swollen lips n barely stifle a whimper at the feeling…. you rub your clit w the pads of his pointer and middle fingers, your own resting atop his n puppetting his movements hnggghh
when he first wakes up he doesnt even say anything. his lids flutter open n he just lays back and observes for a while as you swipe rushed needy circles on your clit with his fingers. when you finally tug his wrist lower and start to push his fingers inside you like they’re some crude little dildo he finally speaks up— “Fuck, baby, you’re such a pervert.”
You yelp and look at him in surprise and can just barely make out the white of his teeth as he grins in the darkness. “Frankie,” you whimper. “Needed more— please.”
“Yeah? Need me to help you, pretty girl?” He coos as he starts curling his fingers inside you himself, just the way you like. He kisses your temple as you moan breathily n your hips start to rock. “Just couldn’t do it yourself, could you. Not the same when it’s your own little fingers, huh?”
You grind on his fingers while he totally indulges you— because of course he does, you’re so sleepy n needy and frank can never fucking resist you when you’re like this…
but he also cant resist being mean about it. “shit, princess, you’re insatiable. what’s next? we gonna wake up to you pulling out daddy’s soft cock n trying to shove that inside your greedy little pussy?
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18+ mdni thinking about. sloppy oral with robby. laying on your back n he’s behind your head, sliding his dick down your throat, his sack hanging heavy against your nose… getting drool n slobber everywhere, when he pulls out there’s a shiny string connecting his tip to your tongue…. him rubbing his big shaft all over your face, smearing your saliva around n making a mess of you, slapping his heavy cock against your cheeks n lip n tongue, squatting down a bit to stuff his balls in your mouth…….. him groaning n growling at the look of you all slack-jawed and obedient, eyes wide and needy, letting you do whatever he wants to your pretty face while your pussy gets wetter n wetter… “look how fuckin cute you are with that old man cock in your face,” him lining up his balls with your hairline n measuring your face with it, smirking at how his tip reaches well past your chin, “so fuckin little”
Being cock drunk is REAL and it CAN happen and I REALLY REALLY THOUGHT it was just a cute little idea like lol what if taking dick could make you totally stupid and forget everything you know OTHER than dick. But no it's very very real and makes you say very very depraved shit
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