#robby thoughts

oh my goodness...

robby is the kind of guy to buy his partner a string bikini that's one size too small. you'd see it and laugh because there's no way all of you is fitting into all of that. robby just shrugs and says how he thinks you'd look cute in it.

of course, you know his game. how could you not? your boyfriend isn't exactly subtle. so, the next sunny day you have, you make sure to set time aside to tan. so what if robby's office overlooks the pool?

you're only out there for ten minutes when you feel the warmth of the sun on your skin disappear. with a sigh, you peel your eyes open. robby looms above you, mouth parted as his eyes roam your body.

"hello, michael," you say. "can i help you?"

"fucking shit," he murmurs, sitting down on the lounge chair. his hand rests above your barely-clothed cunt. His fingers graze the hair he finds exposed. "is this for me, pretty girl?"

"baby..." you warn, "not outside. someone will see."

a finger pulls the gusset of the bikini to the side, exposing your bare pussy to the warm breeze. ignoring your whine, robby hums, "but you look so pretty out here."

his head dips, coming only a few inches from your pussy, but you grab him by the chin. robby whines as you tug. "and i'll look prettier in our bed, with your face between my legs. don't you think?"

exhusband!robby who is ALSO a perv, who makes little comments to you about it when you guys are at work-

“you imagine me when they’re fucking you huh? when they’re eating your pussy and you look down you’re wishing it was me don’t you baby?”

“you miss me you know you do, that’s why all those men are just like me”

“just say the word kid and i’ll be in your bed tonight”

and then one night you crumble under his words and you let him fuck you into your mattress. then your phone rings, it’s Rowan, or maybe Robert..? whoever it is Robby answers it..puts it on speaker, all while not relenting on his thrusts-

“go on baby fuck- tell him you don’t need him anymore huh? say daddy’s got you, huh? fuck yeah-you like that huh? fu-“

you cum around him just as he fills you, your moans so loud the only thing you hear after is the disconnecting tone.

“it’s okay baby..you didn’t need him anyway..you have me..you’re mine..” robby says as he keeps himself in you.

*im sorry idk what came over me, toxic ex!robby has a death grip on my pussy lips bruh I CANT*

anon ur mind!!!!!! i need to get in on this exhusband!robby business.

just gonna post this as is bc this is like a basically a whole blurb on its own and the people have to see this.

Thank you @purplesimmer455 I love starting my day like this. It really helps me get in the mood to write!

I have a lot of different hobbies. I bake (obviously), I crochet, and I read.

My favorite recipe here and my go-to recipe is my not boxed brownies, (The page on the cookbook is almost falling out 😭). Recently did a s'more brownie for the 4th and it was really good.

2. I made my very first wearable, a skirt. It somehow had pleats in it and I am fine with it. it was such a flowy skirt and just long enough. so cute (I am not saying this so I can show everyone my picture of my skirt.)

MICHAEL ROBINAVITCH GET YOUR COCK IN A CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i wrote too much (grab somebody sexy tell them heyyy)

*****

he's the one to propose it, actually. not even nervously. no, apparently not with this. michael just greets you as he comes home from work, a box in is hands. you barely have time to ask what it is when michael drops it on your lap.

it's a cock cage. your husband just dropped a cock cage in your lap.

three seconds later, a receipt from a local sex shop floats gracefully onto the box.

"you want me to...?" you shake your head, laughing.

he just nods, "put it on me, yeah." he shrugs, "if you don't want it, i'll return it."

oh goodness… send him MY WAY!!! GET HIM OVER HERE!!

a chubby, hairy michael robinavitch who loves nothing more than his baby… except holding his baby. it drives you nuts, you’re sweating surrounded by all of his heat, and he’s so goddamn happy that you feel too bad to ask him to go the fuck away.

it’s tough enough on a normal summer night, but it’s a heatwave and your husband doesn’t like to keep the air conditioner below seventy. eventually you get to the point where you haven’t slept more than three hours in two days. when you tell your husband you’re going to sleep on the couch (or, as he heard it, that you hate him and want a divorce) michael knows he has to do something.

robby puts up cameras to see if the kids will misbehave while he’s out (possibly he calls them the twins..)

+ if he asks uncle jack to watch them for a bit, reader and dennis will try to convince him that they’re allowed to do certain things “but uncle jack, dad always lets us play before bed 🥺🥺” (play = rutting against each other and whining)

ohhhhh uncle jack come here i promise i just want to suck your cock

jack would be so fucked if he had to "babysit" dennis and reader. these two work day in and day out to fuck with robby. to his credit, robby has kept up with you guys pretty well. he sniffs out your tricks fairly well, and is able to tell when you two are up to no good.

now jack, poor jack, he doesn't know a thing about your tricks. robby tries to warn him, but jack shrugs him off. you're two horny residents, how much trouble can you be?

very quickly, jack realizes his fault. from the moment robby leaves, you and dennis are pouncing on each other. jack tries breaking you two up but you both turn your attention (your attack) to him. as you peel his shirt off, dennis whimpers in his ear, begging so sweetly for his cock ("please uncle jack? daddy didn't fuck us before he left")

the whole weekend goes like this. you're either humping each other (clothes on and off), humping jack, or taking turns riding his cock (jack very quickly understands why robby has a 100 count bottle of viagra in the medicine cabinet). luckily, you two enjoy playing with each other. he has to oversee it of course, which means that jack spends half of the day on the couch trying not to feel like a dirty old man while you two moan and beg for uncle jack to join you.

robby ends up coming home at the same time that jack is overseeing you two playing. he just ends up standing there, slack-jawed for a whole five minutes before someone eventually notices that he's there

robby has an empty unit attached to his house. it's sat empty for about twenty years now. it's not like robby needs the extra cash, plus he isn't too fond of the idea of someone always being around........ until the med student/soon-to-be intern that he has the hots for starts crying (literally) about not being able to afford non-student subsidized housing.

you're over the moon when robby offers the unit to you. when you ask what's the rent, he says not to worry about it, that you can just chip in for utilities. it raises a few flags in your mind, but it's not like you have any other options.

which leads to robby making it his sole purpose to see you squirm. not-so-shockingly, it's easy to do.

he offers you rides to work on days where you're clearly running late, makes you act as his backpack, just to feel you wrap your arms around his waist and cling to him when he takes a turn just a little too fast.

when you text him about repairs, robby makes an effort to wait until he hears you showering (which you do with the windows open. unfortunately he can't see through the window, but he can hear you sing and hum just fine). he pounds on the front door, delighting in the way you panic and call coming!, before greeting him in nothing but a thin bathrobe.

but his favorite part has to be when you use his pool. your swimsuits are tight, leaving practically nothing to the imagination as you lounge in the sun. if robby happens to catch your eye through the window, he shoots you a polite wave and averts his gaze. i'll leave you to it, he says like a proper landlord should.

oh woah,, woah,, this is , this is a lot

tw: breeding kink!

dad!robby just pounding into you in the early morning, his hand clamped over your mouth. his weight pins you to the bed as robby gasps quietly in your ear. maybe a quiet moan slips out every now and then, a curse or two. he’s trying not to wake the kids, but that doesn’t mean he won’t whisper to you about how nice it would be to have another. meanwhile you’re just nodding along to whatever he’s saying because he’s so hot and big and sexy and— wait, did you take your birth control this morning?