yk when u said dadbf!robby puts his hand over readers mouth when they're cuddling in bed n she's yapping away at him but he wants quiet time.... perhaps he knows when to remove his hand by feeling her breathing even out n when he feels her start to drool on his palm (he thinks it's adorable but still def wipes away the drool on her)
skjskj i just thought of her licking his palm and him raising his brow with his eyes still on the page, "i've had worse of your bodily fluids on me, kid."
and he can feel your face heat up in embarrassment but you still manage to loosen his grip enough to squeak, "what do you mean worse?"
he rolls his eyes and now his palm covers your whole face as he pushes you away, "go take a nap."
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dadbf!robby who takes your annual check ups very seriously
tags | age gap, fauxcest, robby gets mistaken as your father, if a father figure was a bf, blood and injections, reader has a fear of needles (she faints), daddy kink, no smut
he is a doctor and an old man. he fully plans to leave this earthly realm before you. and he cannot fathom ever losing you or risking your health for something that can be prevented if caught early.
it was an unfortunate fact because his girl is deathly afraid of needles. but this was the one thing he would not compromise on. so, every february he takes you to a hospital in the next city because you are too embarrassed to make a scene in his workplace and if you are brave and let your bloodwork be done like a good girl he takes you on a weeklong vacation of your choice as a valentines day gift.
that doesn't mean you don't fuss and whine his ear off about it though.
"do i have to, daddy?"
the waterworks have already started pooling in ur doe eyes and he sighs empathetically as he unbuckles his seatbelt and faces you, not being able to help himself and pressing a kiss to your wobbly lips.
"come on, honey. you're breaking your old man's heart. we gotta do this remember?"
you were a sniffling, trembling mess. arms wrapped around his as he strides confidently into the extraction area.
you didn't even care that people were staring at you as you sat crying in robby's lap in the waiting lounge. his soft voice that used to be comforting doing nothing as he coos and tries to distract you from your fear.
he accidentally makes eye contact with an old woman beside him who surprisingly gives him a sweet smile.
"some kids just don't grow out of it. mine was a handful like that too."
robby clears his throat, coughing to hide his embarrassment at being mistaken for your father. no matter how many times it happens, it still catches him off guard. a familiar fluster crawling up his neck and chest. he, instead, focuses on hugging you tightly and pressing your face on his neck when he hears your mumbles of objections at being called a brat.
thankfully, seconds later, your name was called and the tears immediately started falling.
"hi, that's us. i ... i gotta tell you, she's a fainter so I prefer to have her on my lap, just in case," robby explains to the phlebotomist who was thankfully very understanding. "and if possible, i hope i'm not being rude but, i need someone experienced. she has a difficult vein."
"of course," she smiles, looking at you. "no problem at all. i've been working here for 5 years."
"you hear that, sweetie? just a few seconds and a small pinch and we're outta here, okay?"
you nod through your tears, quickly scrambling into his lap and hiding your face on his neck as the woman prepares for the extraction because if you even get a look at the needle you know you would be passing out sooner rather than later.
"daddy ..." you whimper the moment the tourniquet was wrapped around your arm. the tightness of the rubber made you feel claustrophobic. "i hate it. i hate it so much."
"I know, i know. your being such a good girl. don't make it hard for the lady now, just keep your arm still. focus on my voice"
he helps position your arm and gives the signal to the woman as he secures your body into his.
with a sharp yelp he feels your arms threaten to strangle his neck as the phlebotomist makes quick work. thankfully finding the vein after a few difficult maneuvers.
"just listen to daddy, okay? you're being sooo good, honey. we're gonna get you that drink you like in starbucks, and i'm gonna take you shopping, remember? buy you the dress and bikini you wanted for a trip. maybe a new camera? the one you put on your wishlist? would you like that, honey?"
when he feels your hold lax, he knows you've already reached the end of your bravery and fully fainted in his arms, just as the woman says, "all done!"
when robby pulled you out of his neck he could see the loss of color on your face -- which would've worried him if it hadn't happened every year for the past 3 years you had been in a relationship.
"oh dear."
"it's alright, she'll be out for a few," he explains.
"do you want to lay her on the bed for a while or --"
he waves him off as best as he could. preparing his back as he hoists the two of you off the chair. "is it possible to get her results sent to her email. i'm a doctor and well, technically, her doctor."
the woman actually laughs and nods. "alright, we'll send it right out once it's done."
when you've come to, you were already laying down on the backseat of his car, head craddled in his lap as he prepares the chocolate cookie he had bought in advance for you to snack on.
you were still pouting, stray tears rolling down your cheeks that he quickly wipes away while you nibble on the sweet treat.
"i hate it when you make me do this," you whimper, and he chuckles, laying his arms on the seat so you can lean into his chest.
"I know, honey. i'm sorry but you know we had to."
" i hate you."
"hm"
"you're an ass."
"watch your mouth, baby. or you aren't getting that camera."
movie night w dadbf!robby but it’s him putting porn on the big screen and letting you cuddle into his side, laughing when you hide your face even though he can already see the wet sticky mess you’re making between your thighs :(
movie night that ends with you between his legs, back to his chest with one hand ghosting ever so lightly up your belly and over your nipples until they’re hard and pebbled and taught while the other hand slides two fingers inside you so he can mock and coo meanly when something on the screen makes you squeeze around them “oh y’liked that part, honey? want dad to fuck your little throat over the edge of the bed, huh?”
thinking about how many a times you’ll be in bed with robby with your head on his chest just yapping his ear off and usually he’ll let you go on, sometimes he’ll even listen, but other times when you’re really just talking for the sake of talking his big hand just wordlessly descends over your mouth, and it’s so big that it spans the entire lower half of your face close to covering your nose too and he just shushes you quietly eyes still on his book n gives you a kiss on the head and nothing more until he decides you’re ready to be let loose again :(
cnc w dadbf!robby and he’s fucking your mouth over the edge of the bed and he’ll make you hold his dick inside all warm and snug in your throat until you’re kicking your feet gasping for air around his thickness all while he groans and slides in even deeper “yeah keep kicking those little feet, honey. tighten up so fuckin’ good”
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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.
wooooah two posts in one day? who is she? wasn’t very happy with my first performance so have this one as an apology.
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going feral for waking robby up in the morning w ur mouth on his dick so u can feel it get hard <3
this made my tummy flipppppp //
worst part is you're not even sucking it! robby wakes up to his dick wrapped snug and wet in your warm mouth, twitching against the side of your cheek every time you suckle on it in your half asleep state. your head on his thigh facing him, eyes mostly closed but he knows by your breathing that you're awake.
he grunts, low and rumbly, and puts a hand on your head, brushing hair out of your eyes thumb following the line of your nose and cheekbones. "woke up hungry, honey?"
you hum so soft n sleepy, making vibrations against his cock, eyes fluttering open to look at him with hearts in them, speaking muffled around him. he cracks a smile at that and gently pulls you off, wiping a little drool off your chin. "say that again?"
"wanted to taste you," you blink so slowly he almost thinks you're drunk, and I guess you are but only on how good and heady he smells, how familiar he feels on your tongue. you turn and kiss at his palm before turning back to your treasure, a soft kiss then a wet kitten lick. "stay soft, okay, daddy?"
he chokes on a laugh then, letting you take him all the way down your throat again. "I'll try, honey."
I'm an empath🧘 and I feel kinda bad because I feel like r wants Jack more than she wants Robby (ik it's not like thag but yk) so can you write something about idk r doing something good without being ask (shocking) and Robby finally going soft with her, please?<3
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michael robinavitch x female reader, robby is dad, jack is daddy, cw: fauxcest, part of dadbfs!rabbot, but really just robby in this
you shock robby on a normal tuesday night.
that’s the part that gets him.
jack had already been gone for two hours on shift. he’d kissed your face, clapped robby on the back, and said “be good for dad, angel.”
robby had rolled his eyes. he loved you. god, he did. but there was no way you were going to be good. that’s okay. he’s accepted this. he’s not really in the punishing mood tonight, and crosses his fingers you don’t break too huge of a rule and force him to discipline you.
but you’ve been shockingly good. you didn’t complain at dinner. you sat on his lap, asked about his day, talked about a book you were reading. he checked your homework with a pit in his stomach, but found everything in order. when bedtime rolls around, he’s certain he’ll get some resistance. a whiny “but i’ve been so good,” at least. nothing. you let him lead you up to bed, brush your teeth, and run your bath.
he sits on the chair beside your bathtub, because he always insists on it. he’s not going to let his kid drown, no matter how bratty you may or may not have been. you play quietly with the bath toys until he speaks. “not to jinx it,” he smiles “but you’ve been really sweet tonight.”
you hum, swirling around a pink duck. “didn’t wanna make you mad. you looked sad when you came in.” his heart gives a stupid little pang. he did have an awful day. someone died. it was stupid and preventable and he had practically begged the family to take the treatment they were offering. if he was in a meaner mood, he probably would’ve sneered. would’ve said something like, “oh, you think you can manage your dad’s moods now? is that it?” but he just smiles sadly, reaches over into the tub, and pets your hair. “that’s very nice of you, baby. thank you.”
you blush, squirming in the tub, bathwater sloshing around you. dad doesn’t normally call you baby, unless it’s combined with a faux coo of “poor baby” while he punishes you. “didn’t wanna be trouble…” robby is rolling up the sleeves of his cotton shirt now, long fingers flexing. “oh, you’ve been so, so good. let dad take care of you now.” he grabs your arm, pulls you up, and turns you around. digits quickly find your pussy. “aren’t you just the sweetest girl in the world?”
his voice has gone syrupy and soft. it’s not like robby normally. given, you don’t often give him the chance to be this nice. you gasp as two fingers press into you. “dad… feels good.” you can hear the smile in robby’s voice, still gentle and low. “yeah, dad wants to make you feel good, baby. lemme make my sweet girl feel all happy.”
he speeds up his motions when he feels you getting close around his fingers. your legs shake and he’s standing over you now, and arm around your waist to keep you from falling, still working you. “just what dad needs after a long, hard day. should be like this more often. ‘s not like i want to be punishing you all the time.”
you whine softly. “please—” robby goes deeper than before. you’re finished. through. you soak his hand and start to tear up. he quickly picks you up, wraps you in a towel, and carries you to your bed. “so warm and soft. my sweet baby.”
normally, after a bath, robby is quick with drying your hair and getting you to sleep. but he climbs in the bed with you now, pulling you against him, face to face. his beard brushes against your skin as he kisses your shoulder. you shiver, and his arms tighten. “can dad give you special cuddles now, kiddo?” your heart flutters again. he doesn’t ask to fuck you. normally he just pushes into you, smacking you around a little if you dare to protest.
you nod, and feel him, thick and hard, entering into you. his face drops to the top of your head, as if his strings have been cut. “love you so much, kid. y’know that?” you nod fervently as he ruts into you, your face pressed into his neck. he mumbles. “love you just as much as daddy does. just scared you’ll get hurt. ‘s why i’m so strict.” you squirm as your orgasm comes on. he holds you tighter. “love you too, dad.”
he cums with a groan, muffled by your hair. he stays there for a few moments, then withdraws. he kisses your head. “sweet dreams, baby.” your eyes are already shut.
