#dadbf!robby

WOAHHHHHH YOUR MIND :0000 this dynamic defo makes me think of gilli's dad!robby x brother!frank so you should check that outtttt

robby loves his brats, kinda gets off to how you like getting under each other's skin especially when you're fighting for his attention - but your arguments can also get annoying real quick, neither of you ones to back down, so when he's over it he'll sit you both down and make you kiss until you forgive each other :( it's a funny sight, you scowling, frank grinning meanly tryna hide his annoyance, n your lips smooshed together. robby clicks his tongue, "don't waste my time."

frank tries to shove his tongue into your mouth making your nails dig into his shoulders as you go for a bite. "fuck," he pulls away, touches his lip and comes back with a drop of red on his finger. "she fucking bit me."

you blink innocently, a lie neither of them buy "I thought you liked that, frankie."

frank surges forward again to kiss you, rougher this time with a hand in your hair, tugging.

"ow," you scowl back, moving to pull at his hair in revenge.

"alright enough," robby puts his drink down and walks closer. "no more touching, you just kiss. don't make me step in again or you both get it, you hear? hands to yourselves." he gets a strong grip on both your heads n nods them for you, "that's what I thought." and then he pushes you forward like you're dolls he's playing with.

based on this :3

jack gets a thrill out of ragebaiting robby </333 maybe he's over for dinner n robby's just come back from tucking you in to find jack on the couch sipping from his mug :/ "game's on," he says, nodding to the other steaming mug on the coffee table. "one sugar like you like it."

"that's my mug." it come out before he can think twice about it. jack hides his grin against the rim before looking over. "sorry, man, there were only two left."

he's so nonchalant, like he didn't just steal his favourite mug?? like taking the other one for himself wasn't a fucking option?? "right," robby sits next to him and sips at his own coffee - which tastes like shit in this stupid mug - all the while throwing glances at the black stencilled letters against the white ceramic glowing in the tv light.

jack cheers and boos as the game plays on while robby stews, and soon enough there’s the soft thuds of your footsteps down the hall until you’re standing in front of them knuckling at your eyes complaining about them being “too loud” :(

“i’m sorry, honey.” robby smiles softly, already reaching for you “do you want—“

“yeah, sorry we woke you, babygirl.” jack grins w a big hand on his thigh. taps on it and raises his mug at you in cheers. “come sit with dad, rock you right back to sleep.”

oh this tickled my pickled so good cw: choking/air deprivation

he's being so nice already by training your throat. he doesn't hand out praise easily but he's patient, for the most part, gives you a lot of instruction holds your hand through it all.

you've finally managed to fit him all in - his tip has slid all the way down the curve of your throat, his balls to your chin, hair tickling your nose. there's drool and spit all over, your eyes glassy and wet stare up at him while you gag around him, never once moving to pull out because he taught you better than that.

"atta girl," he smiles, thumb tracing your brow n down your cheek and then to where your lips stretch around his girth. he scoops some of the spit and trails it down to where the thickness of his cock bulges in your throat. "gonna fuck the shape of my dick into this throat, hm? that's what it was made for, wasn't it?"

and you can't really nod but he sees it in your eyes that in that moment you'd be happy to exist just to keep his cock warm. he smiles again, a warm proud smile that blinds you against the ulterior motive behind his next words. "let's see how bad you want it."

FUCKKKKKKK you're so embarrassed the whole time and yet you're pooling in your underwear every time the server comes by :( robby reads the menu with his glasses perched on his nose, orders for the both of you, kisses your head when he steps away to the bathroom :) the server spots the card on the table and wishes him a happy father's day too, and when he pays the whole bill she nudges you with a smile "you have such a nice dad! you're a lucky girl."

he fucks you in the backseat of his car right there in the restaurant parking lot. barely makes it into the back before he's folding your knees to your ears, pushing your panties to the side and burying his face in your cunt. his beard scratches against your skin so mean n he bites at you thighs n your clit until you're squealing :(

thankfully he has an old man back so he doesn't last long bent over like that. he sits back and pulls you to straddle him "help your old man, honey, put me inside."

makes you ride him until your thighs burn and you're crying into his neck, but you're so desperate - to cum but also to please him - so you work through the burn, bouncing up and down making loud wet smacks every time you drop down on his cock. "got the sweetest little girl," he mocks, squeezing your cheeks together as he look into your weepy eyes. thee's a bit of drool dripping down your chin, he licks it up. "always take such good care of her dad, hm?"

+ "he probably just misjudged it, he was old right?"

godddd he's so mean!!!!! has you on his lap, humping like a little dog in heat. your panties are a mess, wet and sticky and soaking through his pants where he sits on the couch assessing you through his glasses brushing hair out of your face. you whine, chasing his touch, "you need something, honey?"

"you." your clothed clit catches against his zipper and you shiver, hips stuttering. "please, i've been good."

"can have whatever you want," he lies, "just gotta tell me what you want - who do you want, sweetheart?"

"you," you whine again, this time teetering on the brink of desperate. robby hums, unimpressed, and threads his fingers through your hair, pulling your face out of his neck until he can see your face.

"is that what you call me?"

and the way you curl in on yourself is so fucking cute and pathetic that he would feel bad if he didn't feel the way your cunt starts drooling. your nails dig into his shoulders face scrunched up into a pained pout, begging for mercy.

robby quirks his eyebrow, not moved.

"need..." you start, biting your lip and trying to sniff back embarrassed tears that already starting to stain your cheeks. "need dad to take care of me."

he smiles a little at that, brings your head closer and places the ghost of a kiss against your lips.

"how should dad take care of you?" he holds your face a breath away from his, breathing the same air. his thumb barely brushes over your nipple and you whimper.

"need dad to fuck me."

(bonus points when he’s fucking your brains out and you blindly reach out for his hand to ground yourself and he just coos at you and says “always just need your dad, huh?”)

also good luck with your surgery! sending you love and good vibes! <3

literally insanneeeeeeee robby with his sunglasses on about to step onto the street with a hand already reaching for you :((( you grab it, licking at your ice cream cone with not a worry in the world because dad always takes care of you :(((

holding on to his arm !!!! maybe he's pushing the grocery store cart and you're practically hanging from his arm, face smooshed against his bicep already bored and a little whiny while he eyes up the different cuts of meat. "jus' a little longer, honey." kiss to your head ugh!!!!!

uhhhh is this a safe space to say that this made me think of rough playing w bro!frank and it ends w the two of you fight fucking.. (maybe it’s you on top tho idkkk)

OHHHHHHHHH you're both so feral and annoying and love bickering and you'll be wrestling and slowly lose one item of clothing then another then another and he'll bite you until his teeth marks become bruises and will pull your hair and spank you and then you'll get the upper hand and end up on top with a hand around his throat squeezing until his cheeks flush and his cock twitches inside you, eyes lidded lips in a smirk looking up at you bark bark bark