#mean!robby

OH YES

rabbot x female reader, cw: fauxcest, spanking, degradation, dadbf!robby, dadbf!jack, robby is dad and jack is daddy, 1.8k words

jack had been invited to an emergency medicine conference in new york to present some research that he had helped one of the med students get published. he was very proud of it. you and robby and jack all went out for dinner before he left. daddy had even let you have a few sips of his scotch, which got you all buzzy and touchy. robby let jack have all the fun last night. poured himself a drink and sat on the bed reading a book while daddy took you apart, occasionally reaching over to pinch your thigh when he felt like you were enjoying yourself too much.

then the morning of comes around. you’re crying on the couch and jack is comforting you, holding you in his lap. “hon. it’s only gonna be for four days. you have dad. you’ll be okay.” your face crumples. you love dad. of course you love dad. but you also love daddy and he’s leaving and dad can be so mean. you try to interject “but,” as if reading your mind, jack bounces you. “hey, i already talked to dad about being gentler when i’m away. he knows you need that. he agreed.”

the first day goes without incident. robby comes home from work. he notices you’re feeling poorly. he teases you a little. a few kisses. he ruffles your hair. “oh, c’mon. you’re not really scared of your dad, are you? oh, i know, i can be strict. but it’s cause i care, kid. you know that.” you nod. of course it’s because he cares. he tells you all the time. “i know! not trying to make you feel bad… just really miss daddy.” robby coos. “poor thing. i know. you’re really close to him, he dotes on you. i know, baby. it’s real hard. but guess what? we’ll call him tonight after he’s finished presenting.”

he holds true to his word. you have dinner, and he makes you eat all your vegetables, even though jack only ever makes you eat half. “no can do, kiddo. eat it up. then you can have that strawberry milk you like.” you whine. strawberry milk doesn’t count as dessert. “but daddy lets me have ice cream after dinner!” robby exhales through his nose, as if fighting to keep his calm. “well, that’s daddy’s business. dad says no ice cream unless you’ve had a vaccine.”

after dinner, robby gets you upstairs. he takes you into the big steam shower in his bedroom. he even makes you cum in the shower! dad is being really nice! he’s still him, still firm and strict and “okay, time for bed, kid. we’ll call daddy now.” he facetimes jack, who picks up with a cheery “hey, brother. how’s our girl?” robby scoffs, but there’s no heat in it. “fought me about wanting ice cream after dinner, but other than that she’s been real good.”

robby hands off the phone to you. you squeal. “daddy!! how was presenting? how’s the hotel? do you miss me?” dad gives a little eye roll, but daddy replies, “of course i miss my perfect girl. presenting was fine,” robby lifts up your nightgown, spreading your legs, lowering his face to your cunt. your eyes flick down. “dad..?” he doesn’t respond, just immediately dives in to lap between your folds. “what’s dad doing, honey?” jack is already smiling. he knows. “he’s… eating me.” jack coos, “oh, yeah? he’s got that beard on your pretty little pussy, doesn’t he?”

you whimper as robby works you. jack smiles. “see, michael. knew you could be sweet with her.” robby grumbles and lifts his head up, “i am her dad, you know? ‘s not like i want to be a dick to her. just trying to keep her well behaved.”

jack nods sagely and hums. “i know. behave for dad, princess. you know he tries.” you nod, extremely close now, and throw your head back. “yes, daddy.” you tip over the edge when you feel robby’s tongue slide into your hole. “ah—” the phone tips onto your chest. “‘m gonna—” robby pinches your thigh. you are done for. you whine out “loveyouloveyouloveyou.” jack laughs. “oh, it’s happened.” you claw at the faded hebrew tattoo on robby’s shoulder. surprisingly, he doesn’t scold you, just pulls his head up, kisses your cheek, and mutters. “go to bed, now.”

the next day, robby goes to work early in the morning. he leaves oatmeal, an egg, and covered orange juice on your placemat. you decide not to do any class work today. you just miss daddy so much.

you spend most of the day texting daddy, who does not ask if you’ve done your work. you send him pictures of you in the shower, then a video of you spinning around in a new dress.

when robby comes home, he makes dinner. chow mein and spring rolls, because you wanted chinese food, and robby doesn’t trust restaurants to make healthy food. he puts in a lot of effort. you sit on his lap while you eat. he kisses the back of your head. “want your strawberry milk?” you grumble. “ice cream.” he cocks a brow. “you’re not getting ice cream right now. and you better fix your attitude, kid. i’m really not in the mood.” he’s never in the mood, you think bitterly.

you mumble, “fine. i’ll have the stupid milk.” robby swats your thigh. “absolutely not. we do not behave like brats in this house. wanna try it again?” you refuse. robby lets out a long suffering sigh. “fine. gimme your computer. gotta make sure you did your homework.”

your blood runs cold. this is not good. this is beyond not good. “um, my computer died after i finished the work. it’s dead now.” robby gives you a blank look over his glasses. “bring it here.” you fidget with your fingers. “i left it upstairs. don’t wanna walk up.” robby takes a breath in, trying to remain calm. “kiddo, is there something you want to tell me about the computer? is there anything you maybe didn’t do?” you shake your head vigorously. “no! god, dad. you always think i’m hiding something. shouldn’t think like that.” robby lets out a disbelieving huff. “oh, you definitely didn’t do your work. deflecting like that.” you try to protest, but his hand cracks against your face.

“tell me the truth. did you, or did you not, do your homework?” you clutch your cheek. “didn’t do it….” robby laughs. “okay. and instead of telling me, ‘dad, i mismanaged my time. i didn’t do my work.’ you lied and deflected and acted like i was being unfair to you. right?” you nod, tears gathering in your eyes. now would be the time that daddy jumps in, where he pulls you to his chest and says “ease off, man. she gets distracted easily,” but daddy is not here. dad is here. and dad is pissed.

robby holds out his hand. “give me your phone. let me see what you were doing when you were supposed to be working.” you hand it over. any resistance will be used against you. you know that. besides, maybe he’ll take pity on you when he sees you were just texting daddy.

he opens your phone. the messages app. literally your entire day has gone to texting jack. “of course he didn’t think to ask if you’ve done your work. of course. i always have to be the bad guy.” you whimper, “i don’t think you’re a bad guy.” he sneers “shut up. you knew you were already disobeying. and then you bratted at me about ice cream.”

he takes your wrist and drags you over to the couch. you try to squirm, but he’s tall and broad and holding you entirely in place. “wait, please.” robby clicks his tongue. “sorry, kid. you earned this.” you can hear the facetime ringing. jack picks up almost immediately. “hey—”

“guess who didn’t do her homework.”

jack winces. “angel, this true?” you open your mouth, but robby cuts you off. “yes, it is. she was too busy texting you. and you didn’t even ask if she’d done her work.” you whine miserably “was just missing daddy.” you can feel jack’s sympathy through the screen. “oh, honey. i know. i know you miss me so much. daddy misses you too. but you can’t be shirking your schoolwork like that.” tears well up again, and this time they actually fall. “i know…” jack sighs “come on, man. she’s learned her lesson. she feels awful. lay off.” robby snaps. “no. this is exactly why she keeps misbehaving. you coo and coddle and make all the consequences of her actions go away.” jack raises an eyebrow. “first of all, calm your tits. second of all, i’m her parent too. i’m allowed to not punish her.”

robby rubs the crease between his brows. “well, you’re not here now. guess i’m gonna have to teach her a lesson she won’t forget.” jack’s voice goes thick with alarm. “robby? come on, man. let’s not.” robby laughs. “nope. we’re doing this. hold the phone if you want daddy, kid.”

he pulls up your nightgown and pushes you over the arm of the couch. you clutch the phone, desperate. “daddy, make him stop!” a thick leather belt meets your ass, and you scream. jack grimaces. “oh, my sweet girl. daddy’s here. daddy’s here.” robby scoffs. “no, he isn’t. dad’s here. and dad’s not letting this fly any longer.”

you sob into the couch, smacking robby’s phone against the leather at one point. he smacks you again. “we do not disrespect dad’s belongings, do we?” you scream. “no, daddy!”

the entire time, jack is pacing the hotel room. “oh, baby. you can do this. show dad that you’re so brave, he doesn’t even get to you.” snot and tears cover your face. robby takes the phone and tilts it so jack can see properly. “i don’t know, brother. looks like i’m getting to her.”

jack slams his hand against the wall. “robby. come on.” the taller man taunts him. “come on, you said she’s so brave, remember? she can handle ten more.”

the last ten are almost merciful in their quickness, but evil in their strength. robby puts his entire bad back into it. you scream against the couch. “can’t!!! stop, please!” robby smacks you again. “will you do your homework.” you struggle, trying to catch your breath. another smack. “yes! i’ll do my homework!”

when robby finally stops, you are crying uncontrollably. jack is cooing at you over the phone. “poor baby. sweet little girl. daddy’s sorry this happened.” robby rolls his eyes. “yeah, yeah. think she just needed some of dad’s special touch, didn’t she?” you don’t answer immediately. he smacks the back of your head. “didn’t she?” you sob. “yes! needed— needed dad’s special touch.”

post pittfest robby who is turns into more and more of a sick freak the more depressed he is, the more he spirals the harder he fucks. pushing your head into the mattress as he fucks into you from behind. also loving to see you gag on his cock, putting pressure on your throat to see how far you would go for him. he loves seeing the tears streaming down your face, all for him.

But the song Devil Doesn’t Bargain by Alec Benjamin

I keep picturing Dennis and Robby, and at first it’s so good and Dennis is so fucking happy. But very quickly it starts to go south. Robby’s got his seven week itch and effectively ghosts him the first time pretends nothing ever happened at work. And Dennis confronts him and they make up and “get back together” but it’s only a couple more weeks before Robby’s eye is wandering again, he’s looking for something newer and exciting and he’s depressed and bitey and mean. They get into a huge argument pretty publicly and Dennis confesses he’s in love with Robby, and Robby gives him something like “well that’s your fucking problem not mine”.

On again off again, back and forth for a while until Dennis requests a change to night shift cause he thinks maybe they just see too much of one another and maybe they just need a little more space to separate what is and isn’t going on.

And Jack takes a notice. He’s not unfamiliar with Whitaker. The kid is sweet. But something about him is just so fundamentally different. And of course he knows Robby’s been fucking this kid. They’re best friends after all. But it sits in jacks stomach and twists up in knots because that used to be him and Robby.

He used to be the one in bed with robby when it was convenient for the older man, the one thinking he could change him, settle him, making him softer around the edges, make him happy, make him stay. And hell even now from time to time when robby can’t find anyone else to sink his teeth into he’ll show up to jacks in the night and be gone by morning.

Jack can see how it’s deteriorating Dennis. And this kid doesn’t deserve that. He’s too good for Robby anyway. He deserves something real and stable and anything but the asshole head of emergency medicine.

He goes as far as to question Trinity about what the fuck has been going on and she unloads on Jack about how much this bullshit with Robby has been fucking with Huck and how she can’t stand it. She’s even suggested he maybe reapply for a residency somewhere else as much as it would kill her to lose him, just so he could be free of whatever the fuck this is.

Jack does what he thinks is the morally right thing and talks to Dennis about it. If the kid wants to stay on nights he’ll gladly have him. But Dennis needs to know that this is how Robby is. It’s how he’s always been. And there’s no hope in changing him. He pleads with Dennis to just let everything with Robby go. Block his number if he has to. Keep the man from sinking his claws back in.

“I can’t.” Dennis cries, and Jack hugs him. “I love him… I love him so fucking much it’s killing me.”

“I know kid. I know…” Jack replies, his own voice shaking slightly. “Me too.”

sprinkle of dumbification, almost pleasure-dom type of vibes…

i’m not sure who i want to write the prompt for yet, but i feel it takes a certain level of harshness that suits michael robinavitch more than jack abbot.

i’m open to suggestions :)

like robby is so out right mean and condescending always calling her a clumsy rabbit when she does something he doesn't like or pulls her ears when when she's trying to watch tv. Sometimes when he's had a long shift and he comes home to his bunny sleeping he takes her right there : (( she used to be a brat and complain abt it but now she just turns and kisses him since her little bunny brain is so foggy from his touch

jack on the other hand is so sweet: (( he'll always coddle and spoil her with gifts and affection he even took her to a sex shop to buy her special toys ! only thing is he'd put them within her reach when both men are at work and watch on the cameras as she touches herself: (( he even shows robby knowing she'll get punished when they get home

rabbot x reader, bunny!reader, mean!robby (but jack is definitely playing into it)

you can’t help it! you’re just a dumb bunny, after all! jack says that with affection, robby with a hint of derision.

you can’t help that you need something inside you constantly. robby sighs in the middle of the night often when you climb on top of him, rolling your hips over a very involuntary tent in his pants.

he likes to slap you. “bunny can’t even fucking control herself.” you whine, unable to see through the dark, the haze of your own need. you press against him, skin burning. “dada…” he lays back lazily, makes a show of yawning. “well, c’mon, sweetheart. we don’t have all night. dada’s gotta go to work and be a productive member of society.” a large hand pats your hip, all the encouragement you need. you furrow your brow and grab his cock in both hands, attempting to shove it inside you. “easy, bunny. easy.”

after particularly hard days, robby will grab you. even if you’re just on your tummy, watching a show, gnawing on a carrot shaped chew toy. he pulls you against him. you’ll thump one foot against the carpet, and receive a firm pull to your ears. you yelp out, ears flattening, cowering :(. he just flicks your cheek. “bend over.”

jack, on the other hand, lives for coddling you. “can’t be mean to her, man. ‘s not like she can help herself. just wired that way.” he holds you in his lap, toying with your clit. “you’re built to be needy, aren’t you?” you nod desperately. jack pets your head, then shoves your face down into a cushion. “see what she’ll do if you’re just a little nice to her?” he produces a plug with a cotton tail at the end, swipes between your pussy lips, and eases it into you. you squeal, but do not fight. you whimper. give a little kick of your foot.

jack even brings you special treats. whipped cream. all you have to do to earn it is bend over and let him fill you. and you want to be filled anyway!!! sometimes robby will come home to you under jack, on the dining table. jack throws his head back, and robby points a finger at you. “look at what you do to jackie. now he’s gonna be all frustrated at work.” jack ruts into you, pressing kisses to your soft face. “such a good bunny.”

jack leaves toys out on your bed when he decides to pick up an extra shift during the day. it’s not malicious. he wants you to feel good! you take the rabbit, the plug, and use them, crying for your daddy.

well yes!

rabbot x female reader, cw: fauxcest, spanking, overstim, dadbf!robby, dadbf!jack, robby is dad and jack is daddy, 3.3k words

you had bought the toy from a prepaid 150 dollar visa gift card that jack had given you for fun. he’d noticed how your eyes lit up when robby or him let you swipe their card at a register, and he thought it was sweet. of course, you had access to his and robby’s cards. it was on your apple pay. but they saw the bill for those. you knew that. in fact, robby had told you multiple times, “don’t even think of buying anything you don’t want us to see, kid. we both have the app on our phone. and we check it. often.”

but jack was out with the swat team for the next couple hours. and robby has his own 12 hour shift today. which left you with the perfect, three hour window to get in your car. you don’t have a job, of course. you tried once, because you wanted to have work experience, but robby shut that down immediately. said your only job was to get good grades in university and be their good girl. jack had just given a shrug and said “sorry, sweetheart. i agree with dad here.” you’d had sense enough not to pout or whine.

they did allow you your car, though, which jack pushed for, much to robby's reluctance. you could still remember the way robby said "she's just a kid, man. she'll wreck it and get hurt. or she'll wreck it, be completely fine, and then cry for a week." but jack pushed, "come on, brother. she already goes to online school. we're always working. don't want her to be cooped up inside all day. 's bad for her health. she could go to the bookstore or something. make some friends."

now, you find yourself at the cash register at spencer’s, shakily handing a pink vibrator to a cashier with dyed purple hair, your face hot. you swipe your visa gift card against the register. the cashier bags your vibrator and you hurry out of the store, behaving like you’ve just committed a crime against humanity. “have a nice day?” the cashier calls out. you don’t answer. you check the garage app. no one’s come in or out since you’ve left. good. good. this will be fine.

once at home, you hurry up the stairs and head straight to your room. then, realizing you don’t have anything to open the box with, you go to jack’s room and take out his swiss army knife. you grapple with the edge of it for a second, your fake nail not allowing it to open easily. the blade nicks you as it emerges. you don’t care. you slice the box open and press on the power button until it starts buzzing.

you close your door and briefly wish you had a lock. but dad and daddy made it very clear that that wasn’t happening. so a simple closed door will have to do. you remove your leggings, then sit down on your pink duvet and stare at the clit sucker for a moment. you check the time. 2 pm. jack shouldn’t be home till at least 4, robby till 8. you open your phone, set it to do not disturb, and close it. jack and robby never text at work anyway. well, they do, but it’s more reminding you to eat and with jack a few sappy messages about how much he loves you, but they don’t expect instant responses. you should be fine. you prop your ipad up in front of you, then open it to the private video album jack and robby update every night. all your sex tapes. some with just daddy. some with just dad. some with both, one at each end of you, splitting you open completely.

you slip your hand, clasped firm around the vibrator, under your cotton panties. you tilt your head to see the screen and press play on a thirty minute long video. both your dads touching you. you remember this one. it was after a hard day for both of them, a mass casualty, jack had to go in early, just a mess. you were whining as robby fucked into you roughly. jack was behind you, with one hand on your mouth and another rubbing your clit.

the vibrator suctions your already swollen clit. you know there are rules about this. you don’t touch yourself without supervision. dad had said that you’d end up hurting yourself without knowing it. daddy agreed. the only toys in the house are locked in jack’s gun safe, kept there until whenever they decided to tease you during play.

your pussy is completely slick with fluid. your panties are damp. you realize with horror that you cannot operate a washing machine, and therefore will not be able to clean them without your dads knowing. that’s okay. it’s okay. robby often says that vaginal discharge is normal. that it’s healthy. that it’s healthy to be aroused, just as long as you don’t do anything about it without telling them. you’d just say you were really turned on during the day. easy peasy.

you raise the volume on your ipad in an attempt to drown out your own thoughts. you can do this. you can cum like a normal girl who doesn’t need her dads to watch her every second of the day. you are an adult, damn it. you can do this!

you push your hips down onto the toy as you feel your orgasm starting to build. you squeeze your eyes shut, whining out a mix of dad and daddy. “please, please, please, lemme have it. please. please. ‘m a good girl.” you cum in an intense wave. panting, immediately working for your second orgasm.

unfortunately for you, because your phone is on do not disturb, you do not hear the garage app chime with jack’s arrival. because your ipad is on so loud, you do not hear jack’s boots against the hardwood floor. you do, however, hear your door open, the vibrator still pressed uselessly against you. jack clicks his tongue and lets out a disappointed sigh “oh, honey bunny…”

you scramble up, desperate to make it go away. you toss the vibrator to the floor, as if throwing it will make it so this never happened, will make it so you never disobeyed or deceived.

“pick it up.”

jack’s voice has gone strict in a way you’ve almost exclusively seen from robby. jack doesn’t get strict. jack lets robby be the mean parent. jack gets to be the fun daddy. the one who says yes to ice cream and getting a car and letting you go outside.

your eyes well up with tears. “please don’t tell dad.” jack cocks a brow. “not worried about me? just dad? think i’ll let you get away with this bullshit?” before you can protest, jack is calling robby. 4 rings later, he picks up. jack puts him on speakerphone. “hey, brother. we got a problem on our hands.”

robby sighs. “like the house is burning down or misbehavior?” you’re sniffling on the bed now, looking down guiltily at your hands. “somehow, bunny over here got her hands on a vibrator. caught her getting off to one of our videos.” you can practically feel robby’s glare through the phone. “kid. that true? daddy walked in on you acting fucking desperate?” you don’t respond. jack smacks your ass. “answer him!” you squeak out. “yes! ‘m sorry.”

robby takes in a deep breath. he exhales. “alright, then. jack. i’m not supposed to be off for another five hours. i’ll come home earlier if i can. deal with her till then. just make sure she’s conscious and not too fucked out by the time i get back.”

jack laughs. “oh don’t worry, man. she’s not gonna be blissed out like that any time soon. see you later.”

you whine from your spot on the bed, hugging your stuffed bunny to your chest. “please don’t spank me… i said i’m sorry” jack laughs. “oh, baby. that’s dad’s job. daddy’s just gonna give you what you need. now drink some water. this is gonna be…” he smiles, as if this whole thing is some humorous incident “intense.”

jack takes the vibrator from the bed. clears his throat. puts his real knee against your comforter. “lay back.” you obey. “thought you could disobey us? fucking hell, look at ‘cha.”

you try to protest. “didn’t think it was disobeying…” jack barks out a laugh. “really, hon? didn’t think you were disobeying? christ, that’s what we’re going with? drove your pretty little ass to the store, picked it up, drove back, hid in your room, used it, and you didn’t think you were disobeying?”

you try to guilt trip him. “well, maybe if you were home to take care of me instead of working all the time….” a heavy palm cracks down on your face. “don’t you dare. you know me and dad work so you have everything you could possibly want. don’t be an ungrateful little girl. ‘s ugly on you. say sorry.”

“sorry!” you cry out. “so sorry, daddy” jack rubs his thumb over where he hit you. “good girl. just gotta correct your little notion about being allowed to disobey.”

he walks over to the ivory colored dresser and pulls out thick silk ropes. he turns on the vibrator. “spread your legs, honey bunny. there we go. attagirl.”

your legs are shaking as he ties the vibrator in between your thighs. “since you wanted to use it so much, we’re just gonna wait until the damn thing dies.” your eyes roll back and you grab his hand. “aw. poor girl. wanting daddy to make it feel better. shouldn’t have done all that then, should you have?” he pats your thigh.

your chest is heaving uncontrollably as he ties your hands above your head, connecting them to your headboard. “learned that knot way before you were born. back in the army. you remember your old man was in the army, right? that’ll hold.” you try to kick. “daddy please. love you so much. loveyouloveyouloveyou.” he pats your face. “love you too, kiddo. you know i do. but we’re your parents. gotta nip bad behavior in the bud, y’know? don’t want you doing anything dangerous because you got it in your pretty little head that you could just do whatever.”

he kisses your forehead, deceptively sweet. “now, i’m gonna take a shower. be good!” he gives you a faux stern look. “oh, you can handle it, i’m sure. such a big girl. went out and bought herself a sex toy.” the door clicks shut.

you struggle against the binds. it’s no use. you’re voice comes out garbled, thick with tears and exhaustion “daddy, come back!!” no please, you were spoiled that way by jack. dad insists on manners. “yes, please,” “no, thank you.” daddy doesn’t.

jack smiles from where he stands outside your door. good. it really pains him, having to do this to his kid. but, robby always says, kids need discipline.

you hear him walk away, the shower from his room turn on and start crying. you’re close again. you feel awful for disobeying. you want to hold your bunny. the cries get louder. he winces. this fucking hurts. but he reminds himself he needs to work on following through with consequences. that’s parenting.

you cum again fingers curling and uncurling. what you wouldn’t give for daddy to just stroke your hair right now. tell you you are doing so good. so, so good. the vibrator doesn’t let up. you try to escape, to rock, to pull, nothing stops it. you think you pass out, then wake up to another orgasm, scream, pass out again, over and over and over.

two hours later, the vibrator dies completely. the past 30 minutes were relatively low sensation. jack walks back in. he taps your cheek. “aw, pretty girl. you took that so well, didn’t you? stayed right where i left you.” he rubs his hand across your cheek. “so good. i think you deserve a reward.”

yes, god yes, you need a shower and pajamas and a cuddle. but jack doesn’t move to untie you. simply removes the vibrator from between your thighs, and, in its place, his face.

your voice is insanely hoarse as you shake your head. you can barely muster words. “no. please. please, no.” jack smiles and tilts his head. “but you always say that you just love when daddy gives you head. that i’m so much better than dad.” you try to shake your head again, but are cut off by jack’s tongue fucking into your cunt.” you try to grab at his curls, but are still tied. you cry, “wanna touch!” jack lifts his head and sucks in a breath, his face doing that stupid, infuriating expression. “sorry, hon. you’re not exactly in the position to be making demands.” his stubble rubs against your oversensitive, puffy pussy. you try to squirm away. he purposely drags his face down again. “what, you don’t like that? don’t like that? does it burn?”

you sob out. “please. daddy. ‘s too much.” he drags his nose between your folds. “this hurts me more than it hurts you, bunny.” you black out.

when you come to, jack is finally untying you. he hauls you across his lap, sitting on the edge of the bed. “oh, sweetheart. you’re okay. did so well for daddy. come, let’s get food in you before dad comes home. and he is pissed.” your head goes to his shoulder, shaking uncontrollably. “no. nonononono! tell him ‘ve already been punished.” he runs his hand down your back. “you know how dad is. he’ll probably spank you. make you write some lines. but he won’t fuck you. daddy’ll make sure of it. you’ve had enough of that for the night, haven’t you?” you nod weakly. jack picks you up, and you blearily realize he put back on his prosthetic after his shower. you rub your face against his. endear yourself to him, and he just might save you.

jack sets you down on the couch and takes a photo of your tear streaked face. your skin must be angry and red. you try to cover it. he sends it to robby

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look who’s been punished

when jack brings the egg back, he ruffles your hair. “eat up, bunny. gotta get you refueled.” you collapse into his lap. “please, don’t let him punish me too bad.” jack gives you a stern look. “i’m not going to interfere with whatever consequence he gives you,” your face dims, and he quickly strokes your hair again “but i will stop him if he’s being unfair, okay? you’re not gonna pass out. daddy promises.”

the moment robby walks through the door, you bury your face in jack’s chest, your hand moves over his stomach, attempting to soothe yourself. “you’re okay, sweetheart. it’ll be fine. you’ll be all done and tucked into bed in two hours tops.” no matter what, your dads don’t let anything go past bedtime. no matter the punishment, you are always washed, brushed, kissed, and tucked in by ten pm.

robby doesn’t speak when he comes in. he gets into the shower. washes himself. changes into a pajama set. he comes back downstairs fifteen minutes later.

“i told you we made a mistake getting her that damn car, jack.”

jack rolls his eyes, stroking your back still. “i stand by the car. but we should take her keys for a week.” you whine. ‘spposed to be on my side.” jack kisses your hair. “baby, i am. i didn’t say shit about taking it away permanently, did i?”

robby rolls his eyes and pulls at the back of your tank top. “on your feet, kid.” you try to keep a grip on jack. robby glares at him. “a little help, man?” jack gently removes your hand from his shirt, kissing it. “less than 2 hours to bed, angel. daddy believes in you. my brave girl.” you sob. robby spins you around, grabbing your face. “haven’t even fucking done anything yet. relax.” you shake your head, your face covered in fresh tears now. “gonna spank me” he nods “yeah, i will.” you wail “gonna make me write lines!” he nods again. “yeah, kid, i will. you made some pretty awful choices today.”

your face crumples, and jack grimaces “ease up, brother. she knows she fucked up.” robby pushes you so that you’re bent over. “we’re gonna do thirty smacks with the belt. you don’t need to count tonight.” a small mercy, but a mercy all the same. jack working his magic. robby pulls down your panties, pinching your clit. “this little thing just controls you, doesn’t it? takes all the sense out of your goddamn head.”

you try to breathe over the couch. robby picks up a thick, leather belt. he turns to jack. “wanna grab yourself a beer? you’ve done a lot today.” jack shakes his head. “i’m good, man. we’ll have one after she goes to bed. i wanna be sober to put her to sleep.”

the taller man shrugs. “suit yourself.” he brings down the belt on your bottom. you scream. jack rubs your hand. “doing so well, baby. beyond proud of you.” robby scoffs, bringing it down again, “you always coddle her.” jack grins. “she’s a little girl, dude. our kid. she needs some coddling. and she just loves her daddy.” you sob out “love you both equally!” robby raises a brow, and your daddy laughs. “look at her, being so awfully sweet.” again the belt comes down. you clutch at the leather. jack does his best robby impression, looks down as if looking over glasses, points a finger at you. “this couch is expensive. don’t go tearing it up like a kitten.” robby brings the belt down harder. “i do not sound like that.” jack smiles. “whatever you say, brother.”

robby gives you the smallest amount of praise at the twentieth smack, if you could even call it that. “well, look who can follow directions.” it’s punctuated by another. you beg, “please just get the last few over with.” robby tilts his head. “oh, you think you can decide how your punishment goes? that’s how we do things in this house?” you try to shake your head, to explain that you didn’t mean it that way. it is no use.

the last ten are excruciatingly slow. “you disobeyed us,” smack “you broke an explicitly set rule,” smack “a rule we set for your own safety,” smack “you definitely emotionally blackmailed daddy, i can feel it,” smack “you acted as if you knew better than your parents,” smack “you behaved as if your parents don’t take good enough care of you,” smack. finally, he takes mercy on you. he does not comment on the fact that he stopped four smacks short. you collapse against the couch, sobbing uncontrollably, blinded by tears. “you understand what you did?” you nod. again, mercifully, he does not make you repeat it.

jack comes up behind you. “oh, there we go. our good girl again. so sweet. you’ll never misbehave again. daddy knows. dad got a little mean there, didn’t he.” he’s peppering your head in kisses, reaching in front to rub your tummy. “oh, i know, you poor girl. let’s get you cleaned up. sleep in daddy’s bed tonight, c’mon.” robby sucks air in through his teeth. “well… not yet.” jack glares at him. “you cannot possibly be serious.” the older man sighs. “rules are rules, jack. i said she’d be writing lines. she’s gonna be writing lines for thirty minutes.”

“dude. look at her. she can barely breathe. she can barely see. how in the ever loving fuck is she writing lines.”

“i’m not grading on handwriting. she’ll be okay.” robby goes to the basement, emerging with the dreaded stool. scratchy, with a bathmat attached to it. you buckle again. jack brings a cool cloth to your face. “it’s okay, baby, stay with me. you’ve been so brave. so good. you can write a few silly little lines. show dad what a good girl you are.” you tremble. robby picks you up anyway. jack sighs. “michael.” “no, jack, she’ll be okay.”

when robby sits you on the stool, you nearly collapse onto the bar counter. he pulls you back up, steadying you. “don’t be difficult, kid. listen to your old man. you’re going to write ‘i will not touch myself without either dad or daddy approving it.’” he takes a legal pad and writes out a sample sentence. “you’re going to write this as many times as you possibly can, until the timer runs out.”

jack puts a hand at the back of your neck. he lowers his head, whispers in your ear. “you got this. and you know, dad’s gonna feel so guilty after, i can tell. he’ll probably want to cuddle you all night too. won’t that be fun?” you whimper. the timer starts.

your entire body feels like it’s made of rocks. you are pushed on by jack’s constant and robby’s sporadic praise. robby whispers “knew you could do it” and your heart soars.

the timer goes off. you were only able to write ten sentences. robby doesn’t comment on it. you collapse like a house of cards. he catches you, picks you up, and brings you to the couch.

“that’s my girl. knew you could do so much better. you’re not gonna lie again, are you?” your head lolls against his neck, eyes already drooping. he pinches your thigh. “i asked you a question.” you’re immediately shocked back into yourself.

“n—no, dad”

jack tilts your face up, kissing your lips. “that’s our perfect little girl. best daughter we could ask for, right, robby?”

mmmmm dadbf robby with church girl reader who doesn’t believe in dinosaurs and barely believes in science… rolling his eyes while pounding into you. telling you that he’d force you into different medical procedures if you need it, while playing with your pussy. “what, baby, you’re sinning anyways. but taking cough syrup for a cold is where you draw the line? that’s where you decide to take it to god?” and you’re whining and holding your little cross necklace, and he’s just shaking his head. “my dumb little bunny, don’t even know what you believe, do you? need dad to think for you.”