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siiiighhhh…. dad robby watching his daughters make out on the couch from his armchair, book discarded on the coffee table with his hand on his cock 😵💫😵💫😵💫
18+ cw: incest, dubious coercion by daughter, heavy petting, orgasm denial, fingering while on period, nonsexual bathing that turns sexual
wc: 2.0k
robby's daughter never grew out of demanding that he bathe her every night, despite being fully grown and able to do it herself.
and robby, who never says a word to complain, only ever cooed at her and rolled up his sleeves without question.
now that his girl is in nursing school and starting to build a life of her own (as much as it pains him to watch her need her dad less and less), robby encourages her to be more independent. and it's not that he doesn't love their nightly ritual, carefully undressing his daughter, watching her nude body distort under the water, giving her little kisses and tickling her as he dries her off on the bed. but he knows that encouraging self-reliance is what any good father would do.
so one night, he takes home his daughter's favorite dinner, brings her flowers, and lets her have as much ice cream as she wants for dessert. and then-- once they're cuddling on the couch with full bellies, and she's got that sweet, contented smile on her face-- he drops the bomb.
"baby girl," robby murmurs, "what do you think about having your bath by yourself tonight?"
just as he suspected, his girl huffs unhappily. "why?"
"i think it would be good for you to learn how to do this kind of thing on your own."
"but i love bathtime with you," she emphasizes.
"i know you do, pumpkin, and i love it too. but you're well past the age you should've learned this, and... well, honey, what'll happen when i'm not around to do it for you? daddy won't live forever," robby jokes.
he realizes that statement was a mistake as soon as the words leave his lips. his daughter's eyebrows crease, just the way they always do right before she begins to cry.
"daddy... please don't say that," she whimpers.
"i'm sorry, princess," robby sighs. "but it's time. i bought you some nice new bubble bath soap, and i'm gonna have your favorite towel all laid out and ready for you."
his daughter frowns, rising from the couch. "i don't even know how to start a bath!"
"i promise it's easy," robby soothes.
"can you please just start it for me to make sure the water is warm?" she begs, looking up at him with that little pout she knows he can never resist.
robby can't bring himself to say no. soon enough, they're in the master bathroom upstairs as robby sits by the tub.
"you're gonna turn the knob to 2 o'clock. you like the water right there, where it's not too cold." robby explains, turning the water to her preferred temperature as the bathtub fills. he unscrews the cap on her bubble bath soap. "and you're gonna let it get warm for a minute. i'll pour in your bubble bath to let it get all fluffy."
his daughter nods. "then what?"
robby caps the soap and sets it aside. "well, now comes the easy part. you go on and get in, i'll be right outside."
"wait-" she turns her back to him, "my dress. i can't unzip it on my own."
robby complies, unzipping her dress down to her ass to reveal the laced edge of her panties.
when she pulls the dress off and lets it drop to the ground, he opens the door to leave, when he's called for again.
"daddy, my bra," she whines. "you know i can't unclip it myself."
robby sighs, reaching forward to help her. "you're gonna need to learn to do this too, huh?"
his daughter shrugs her bra off, turning to face robby. "so we're not gonna get dressed together in the mornings anymore?" she pouts, leaning against the doorframe clad in nothing but a little pair of lacy panties.
robby ignores her question and averts his eyes from his daughters bare body for the first time in his life. "i'll be just outside the door, okay?"
he exits the bathroom before he can protest, going to retrieve her towel as promised. when he returns, he hears quiet sloshing of water and little splashes. good, he thinks, she's doing it on her own. she's learning. a small, melancholy lump rises in his throat at his baby girl finally taking a set of training wheels off, but he swallows it away with pride.
he almost goes to sit down on the bed when he hears her calling for him-- "daddy?" she says. "i need help."
robby weighs whether it's a good decision to give in to her this early, before ultimately deciding its no use to resist. "what's up, honeybun?"
"can you just come in please?" she whines.
goddamn, robby thinks as he walks into the bathroom, i tried so hard to train that bratty whining out of her, but it never stuck. mea culpa, i guess.
robby opens the door to a steam-filled bathroom, making out his daughter sitting up in the bath. he can just make out the curve of her tits before they disappear under the water's surface. "what's wrong?" he asks.
"i can't wash my back," she whines. "can you do it?"
robby doesn't even bother arguing. he just takes a washcloth and lathers it with her soap, kneeling beside the tub to wash her. "this part can be hard, but we've gotta learn it anyway, okay?" he says. "i'll get you a loofah with a long handle."
his daughter huffs. "kinda feel like it's easier to do baths together," she mumbles.
"i’m not falling for that one, you little romantic," robby coos with a smile, tapping the bridge of her nose.
“oh, please get in with me,” she pleads. “just this once?”
robby squints at her. “if i do, will you promise not to fuss anymore?”
his daughter nods. “pinkie promise!”
“alright. im gonna hold you to it,” robby knowingly lies, mostly saying it as a reminder to himself.
he strips himself of his clothes, unblushing— modesty is a long-forgotten principle in their household. he pretends not to notice his daughter staring at his cock in fascination as he steps into the large whirlpool bathtub.
he’s used to his cock drawing her eye; that fixation started a few years ago. despite robby’s assumption that the novelty would fade with time, she seems just as enamored with his body now as she was before. and damn if that wasn’t a guilt-ridden boost to robby’s damaged ego. his daughter was infatuated with his body— regardless of his beer belly, hairy chest and all.
robby settles on the opposite side of the tub, his ankles knocking against his daughter’s under the water. “alright, turn around so i can wash your back,” he commands.
his daughter happily complies, leaning into him as he washes her back.
"you know, princess, i like our bathtime too,” robby murmurs. “but this is something i want you to learn. what'll happen when you go get married and you need dad to come over to your house every night to bathe you?" he pretends his stomach doesn't flip when he speaks that idea into existence.
"don't be silly, dad. i'm marrying you." she says confidently.
for the sake of time, robby decides not to take the bait. they've talked about this before, to no avail. he hopes she'll understand one day.
robby finishes washing her, and settles back against the edge of the tub. "okay, all done. did you scrub everywhere, like dad normally does?"
she nods, turning to face him, nearly straddling his thighs.
"even here?" robby lifts one of her arms up above her head to expose her armpit, inadvertently pulling her chest above the water and giving him a glimpse of her tits.
"yes," she mumbles.
"you sure?" robby prods, giving her underarm a brief tickle and making her shriek with laughter, jumping away. water sloshes around the tub, partially dousing robby. "i deserved that," he chuckles. "alright, did you wash between your legs too?"
she blushes, shaking her head. "the cloth feels too harsh."
"you can just use your hand," robby encourages. "you don't need to scrub. just do it gentle, the way i used to."
"i'm afraid i'll be too rough," his daughter frowns. "please? just show me one more time?" she says, fiendishly opening her thighs.
robby cocks a brow at her. "sweetie pie, why don't you try doing it yourself first?"
her brow creases. "but you always said i’m all delicate down there. what if i hurt myself?”
oh. robby thinks, feeling stupid for not picking up on it sooner. she's playing me like a fiddle.
“now sweetpea,” he tuts, “you promised me no fussing.”
but he’s already moving his hand to cup her between her legs, nudging her thighs apart further.
he works his fingers between her folds, gently washing her clean as he usually does. but this time, his girl closes her eyes with a sigh, a little smile crossing her face. robby finishes, pulling his hand away. "all done," he remarks.
she opens her eyes with a frown. "but i don't feel clean yet."
"i thought i told you no fussing," robby chides, but returns his hand to her crotch.
he resumes his ministrations as his daughter begins to breathe heavier, little noises escaping her throat. when her hips begin to rock against his hand, robby pulls away. "pumpkin patch, you should be washed by now. are you being honest with daddy?"
she pouts. "i am! you know i just started my period, daddy. i feel gross."
"you're right, bunny. i'm sorry," robby says, half believing her as he continues touching her cunt.
this time, she barely bothers to hide her intentions. she grips the edge of the tub, rocking her hips in time with his hand, her clit seeking friction against the hard knuckle of his thumb.
but it's the moans that escape her lips that give robby pause. "sounds like someone's happy," he remarks. "what's got you so excited, pumpkin? huh?"
he allows a finger to slip inside her entrance, aiming the pad of his pointer finger to brush right on her clit with every swipe. her hips start to tremble as she becomes overwhelmed by the sensation.
"daddy," she whines.
"what's wrong, baby? i'm helping you wash," he rumbles. "you told me you felt gross. i'm just trying to help."
"daddy, no fair!" she groans, her pitch now steadily rising.
robby can tell she's close, and pulls his hand away when it seems like she's right on the edge.
"all done," robby says. "that kitty's as clean as it's gonna get."
his daughter's bottom lip wobbles. "b-but i feel all achy, dad," she whimpers.
"i know," robby says dismissively. "come on out and let me dry you off. you'll get all pruny if you stay in there any longer."
"i thought i was supposed to learn to do it all myself," she grumbles, standing and letting robby wrap her in a towel.
"we can save that for another day," robby shrugs, walking her into the bedroom and laying her on the bed. he unwraps the towel, finally revealing the pure, unobstructed sight of his daughter's naked body. it never gets old, no matter how many time's he's seen it.
robby leans down to kiss her belly, making her giggle. "is my girl ticklish here?" he grins.
she shakes her head frantically.
"i think she is," he growls, peppering her abdomen with quick pecks, causing her to dissolve into laughter.
"i'm ticklish here too," she warbles, pointing at her tits.
robby rolls his eyes. "oh, of course you are, you little troublemaker." but he relents anyway, peppering her chest with kisses, even giving each nipple a quick nip with his teeth.
by the time he's finished, she's nearly entirely dry, the only wetness on her body between the thighs she's been rubbing together.
robby backs off, nudging her legs apart. "alright, lemme see if i did a good job cleaning you up."
she opens her legs, almost proud to show off her cunt to him. it's glistening wet, and robby can just faintly smell the metallic tinge of blood. "gonna have to get a pad on you in a minute here," robby remarks, mostly to himself.
"am i clean, daddy?" she asks, peeking up from the pillows.
robby chuckles, planting a kiss to her mound. "yeah baby girl, you're all clean."
ugh the med play of it all!! dad!robby going "say ahh, baby." and he's got he's gripping your cheeks with one hand, smirk forming on his face as you look up at him and your mouth forms a little 'o', your cheeks squished under his fingers.
he tuts, "know you can do better than that, baby. open up wider for daddy."
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and what if i said this is dad!robby at his daughter’s graduation ceremony knowing her graduation present is going to be her finally getting his cock that night….who said that???
18+ cw: incest, p in v, falling into subspace, robby and his daughter being disgustingly in love
wc: 1.7k
robby couldn't be prouder: his precious girl is graduating summa cum laude from the university of pittsburgh with her bachelors in nursing.
after high school, she'd had her pick of the litter for colleges. but when she got that acceptance email from uPenn-- her dream school-- she took one look at robby and declined the offer, instead choosing to live at home with her father and attend university in town.
and robby had never loved her more than he did in that moment. until her graduation day came.
he'd been handshaking with her friends' parents before the ceremony, sharing congratulations amongst each other, when one of the mothers asked him what kind of celebration he had planned for afterwards.
"ah, it's a secret," robby chuckled. "i'm taking her to dinner, and then i've got a present waiting at home that she's wanted for a long time."
one of the other fathers pats him on the back. "new ride?" he suggests.
robby fights a grin. "something like that."
he tunes out most of the ceremony, but takes hundreds of pictures of her crossing the stage.
as the students file out of the stadium after the ceremony, her friends go off to find their boyfriends. when his girl sees him standing there waiting for her, she takes off, running so fast that her delicate stilettos fly right off her feet, ultimately flinging herself into his arms, barefooted and shrieking with joy.
"you did it, pumpkin!" robby kisses her forehead. "oh, i'm so proud of you!"
"daddy," she whines, "i just graduated. give me a real one."
"all your friends are here, honey," robby reminds her. "i didn't wanna embarrass you."
"you could never embarrass me," his daughter murmurs, pulling him down into a kiss right there on the lawn, in front of god and everybody.
she wraps her arms around his neck, working his mouth open with her own, and letting one of her bare feet pop up behind her as she practically hangs off his tall shoulders. it's a proper hollywood movie kiss that attracts more than a few stares.
this was nothing new.
robby had let them mess around and kiss as much as her little heart desired for a few years now, but he had always stopped her short of touching his cock. she'd seen it plenty of times while changing or bathing together, but he'd never let her go below the belt. he'd eat her out as much as she wanted, let her fuck his fingers, but no getting his cock involved.
once upon a time, robby had a hangup: messing around with your daughter is just messing around, but letting her touch his cock would mean capital "I" Incest. that doesn't matter to him anymore-- his baby girl is his soulmate, no ifs ands or buts about it.
robby pulls back from the kiss just before she can slip her tongue down his throat.
"i wasn't done," she grumbles, pulling him back in.
"slow down, cowgirl," robby chuckles, putting a hand over her mouth. "i wanna get us on the road so i can give you your present."
"fine," she relents, giving him one last peck before taking his hand and walking to the parking lot.
robby takes her to the nicest, swankiest restaurant downtown. they chat over fancy dishes he can't pronounce while his daughter drapes herself over him, practically sitting on his lap were it not for the chair arms obstructing the way.
"you wanna try to guess what your present is, sweetheart?" robby asks between feeding her bites of his crème brûlée.
"mmm," she hums, "a pony?"
robby makes a gameshow buzzer sound. "try again."
"a honeymoon bungalow in bora bora?" she accepts another bite from his spoon.
"wrong, but a good idea. i'll file that away for another time."
she looks up at him through her lashes. "special pajamas?" she says coquettishly.
robby nips at her ear. "we're in public, naughty girl," he rumbles.
"you're no fun," his daughter huffs, tugging at his lapels. "i give up. i wanna go get my present."
"alright, brat. i'll get the check."
robby drives home with a hand on her thigh, giving her a squeeze every now and then. he likes watching her squirm, knowing how wound up she is after teasing him all day long-- especially considering what was coming for her once they cleared the front door.
his daughter bounds out of the car as soon as it's parked, coming to a halt at the door.
"slow down," robby calls after her, "i'm coming."
when they get inside, she whirls around to face him in excitement. "okay, where's the present?" she grins.
robby takes both her hands in his. "well, pumpkin, what's dad's one and only rule for us when we have special time?"
"no touching below dad's belt," she mutters. then, the realization hits her, and her eyes grow as big as saucers. "daddy- do you mean... is that my present? i can touch it tonight?"
"not just tonight," he taps her chin. "from now on, you can have my cock whenever you want, however you want."
her jaw practically hits the ground. "really?!" she squeaks in amazement.
"yes, really," robby chuckles.
in an instant, his daughter is on him like a feral cat in heat, mouthing at his lower abdomen as she tries to undo the fly of his suit pants.
"ah- hold on. bedroom," robby orders. "doing it standing up is hard on your old man's bad back."
she practically hauls him to the master bedroom -- their bedroom, it has been for a while now-- and nearly rips her dress peeling it off her body in record time.
robby sits on the mattress, placing tender kisses along her chest. "you worked so hard for that diploma, baby girl. i'm so proud of you."
she whines in appreciation, pulling his face up to kiss her as she climbs into his lap. she unzips his fly, rooting around in his pants to grasp his shaft and bring it out.
when her hand touches his cock, she almost gasps. "dad, it feels so big," she mumbles into his mouth. "it looks big, but it feels bigger."
"you scared, sweetiepie?" robby asks. "we don't need to do this tonight, if you're not ready--"
"no!" she growls. "no way. i can do it. besides, i've been wet since dinner."
"i know, pumpkin, but it's more than being wet," robby gently explains. "your hole needs to be soft and ready to take me. it's gonna hurt a little the first time."
"i don't care, i want my dad inside me. please, please dad, please, please..." she's reduced to begging, mouthing at the fabric shoulder of robby's button-up.
robby slips a hand between her legs and gives her clit a quick swipe to test the water. his hypothesis is confirmed: she's practically dripping.
"babydoll, i know you're raring to go, but i'm gonna put you on my fingers first," he explains.
"i don't need it," she sobs into his neck. "please daddy. i've waited so long to do this with you. wanna feel it all, even the hurt."
as blissed out on hormones as she is, it's quite a touching sentiment to robby. "my angel," he kisses her forehead. "promise you'll tell me to stop if it's too much?"
she nods, clearly desperate to do anything for it.
robby lays her down on the mattress, lining up to her entrance. "alright baby, take a deep breath in with me right here-" he instructs, inhaling with her, "-and breath out," he gently sinks the tip of his cock inside her.
it's clear on her face when the head breeches her hole. her mouth goes slack, eyes going a little hazy and unfocused. but she's still relaxed around him, which is a good sign.
"how's that feel?" robby asks.
all she can manage is a plea for "more."
robby obliges, letting her slowly, agonizingly sink down the full length of his cock. to his surprise, she was right-- she took his whole length like a champ.
she's left half-catatonic, drooling profusely with tears leaking from her eyes. "dada... dada... ah.... s'full dada," she mumbles out.
damn, she hasn't called me dada since she was in diapers, robby thinks. her brain must be resetting, her father's dick having pressed some button inside her that reduced her back to some base instinct.
"yeah?" he coos. "is dada filling you up, baby girl? is your sweet hole all stuffed?"
she merely stares blankly in response, her bottom lip trembling pathetically. she's completely whited out with pleasure. her cunt flutters involuntarily around him, causing robby to groan.
"gonna go out, then back in, okay?" he says, not bothering to wait for her answer seeing as her brain can't compute at the moment.
when he begins to move inside her, she seems to become slightly lucid again. "hi, sweet girl," robby coos, gently moving in and out of her. "are you back with daddy?"
"dada," she cries, "dada."
robby grinds to a halt. "are you hurting? does your kitty hurt, honey?"
he quickly realizes stopping was the wrong call-- she begins wailing when she realizes he's halfway out of her. "dada, want dada," she sobs.
"okay, sweetpea, i'm sorry," robby soothes her as he begins moving again and he tears subside. "there we go. daddy's cock, back where it belongs, huh?"
robby notices her mouth moving, apparently on subconscious instinct. he slips his thumb past her lips, which she accepts and happily nurses on. "oh there we go, all better," robby kisses her forehead. "poor baby. all cockdrunk on just a little taste of daddy."
his daughter's gleaming eyes gaze up at him with adoration bordering on worship, and that's enough to tip him over the edge of his orgasm, coming inside her for the first time.
she keeps nursing on his thumb as he settles them agains the headboard, gathering her into his arms.
"oh sweet girl," robby murmurs. "you got your daddy wrapped around that little finger of yours."
a little smile peeks out from the lips wrapped around robby's thumb, and robby knows he's sunk.
he takes out his phone, looking up the soonest flights to bora bora.
and what if i said this is dad!robby at his daughter’s graduation ceremony knowing her graduation present is going to be her finally getting his cock that night….who said that???
You meet Jack before Robby does: he takes you home from a bar and fucks you clear into the next level of heaven, but you're not looking for anything serious right now so you kiss him goodbye and wish him the best
You're both so damn surprised to see each other almost a year later when Robby wants to introduce his partner and his kid.
You slide into the habit of fucking when Robby's on shift, and Jack thinks it's wrong because he's engaged to your father and you're terrified of blowing up your father's first good relationship in a decade and you really really do love your father.
But you can't just stop. Hell, Jack finds you in your long gown on the day of the wedding and eats you out on his knees in a back room during the reception
when Robby catches you-- he was always going to-- you're both expecting him to say something, or immediately ask for a divorce, or turn and run
But:
He leans against the door frame to watch. "Go on," he says, and you don't know what to do so you just... do it, awkward as it is at first. But Robby knows his husband, can give you pointers for how to touch him, and he you get back into the rhythm as he compliments Jack on his technique. You fall back into the rythym easy enough and you surprise yourself when you come.
Robby asks to finish Jack off, and you nod but when you try to go he tells you to stay. You sit add watch from the edge of the bed as he takes Jack into his mouth and moans as he tastes you
(Robby is immediately scheming to get you in a less round about way)
Oh fuck me. Hurt/comfort because I feel like it’s necessary. Also with Robby finally getting a taste of his girl, because it’s what we all deserve. Jack is one lucky son of a bitch that’s for sure
“M’sorry, daddy.” You sniffle, climbing onto Robby’s lap and burying your face into his neck. You feel so bad, so guilty as a sob wracks your body. Robby holds you close, large hands running up and down your sides slowly. “I’m a horrible daughter! I’m just the worst!”
“That’s not true, baby.” He coos, swiping your tears away with his thumbs as a fresh wail leaves you. You love your dad more than anything, you would do anything for him. Sleeping with his very new husband multiple times is enough to shun you forever, yet for some reason Robby doesn’t seem to be angry at all. “You’re a sweet girl. Just so young, don’t know what’s good for you.”
“Michael-“ Jack cuts himself off, face twisting in discomfort, clearing his throat weakly as he fiddles with his wedding ring. “I don’t-“
“It’s fine.” Robby grumbles, for what feels like the millionth time. He doesn’t mind your constant apologies, but Jack’s are starting to agitate him. “I get it. I’ve got a real beautiful girl, don’t I?”
“Yes.” Jack breathes, watching as his husbands hands slide from your sides to cup your ass, licking his lips as you snuggle deeper into his touch. “A very beautiful girl.”
Robby doesn’t speak, just stares at Jack as his starts to squeeze and grope the fat of your ass lightly. Relishing in the whiny whimpers you let out as you roll your hips against him, always so eager. Jack can’t help himself as he grins crookedly, “Jealous that I got her first?”
“She’s my daughter.” Robby sneers, tugging you closer to him and letting out a low exhale when you give kitten licks to his neck. You squeal when Jack grabs a fistful of your hair and tugs. “Fine. Maybe I’m a little jealous.”
“I’m sorry, dad!” You sniffle again, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and nosing at his beard. “Please don’t be mad at daddy, it’s not his fault!”
It very much is, Jack has initiated every single time he had the chance to. All three of you know this, but you still feel the need to defend him. To appease them both. Robby inhales sharply, pressing a kiss to Jack’s palm before giving you one on your cheek as well. “I’m not mad, don’t think I could ever stay mad at the two of you.”
Jack leans in for a kiss, Robby reciprocates with a shuddering whine. Jack kisses you next, sloppy and wet just because he likes the way your lips redden. Then he’s grabbing you both by the back of the necks, forcing you to kiss your father as he practically purrs, “That’s it… that’s what I like to see…”
dad!robby gets all sad about never getting to have the picture perfect family he always dreamed of, with the wife and the kids and the pond.
he got one precious, now-grown daughter, but her mom is long since out of the picture. he's convinced that the dream is dead for him, and he'll never get to be a father again.
but his sweet baby girl starts begging him to knock her up. and he wants to be the responsible father, wants to say that the risks outweigh the joy of seeing his girl all round with his child (and grandchild... but he tries not to think too hard about that.)
but his girl is persistent, swearing she'll be the best wife. and daddy can never say no to his girl. so come a few months later, he's helping her pick out maternity clothes.
18+, cw: incest, lowkey manipulative reader, discussions of inbreeding (this one is really icky, even for me)
dad!robby having to weigh the decision to knock up his daughter as she’s sitting on his cock, whining to be given his baby.
she’s all huffy and pouting, her breath coming out in stutters as robby’s hips fuck up into her. "please," she whimpers, "please, papa. i want it. wanna be a mommy to our baby. you’re such a good daddy to me, wanna give you another one."
robby shakes his head, groaning. "honey lamb, daddy's already got his hands full with you. and it’s not right. i've gotta make grown-up decisions about this stuff."
her bottom lip trembles and fat crocodile tears gather at her eyes. she knows her father is a total sucker for her-- he's never said no to her before. "dada, no. please. i want it."
"i know you want it, pumpkin," robby attempts to soothe her. "i'm sorry. but it wouldn't be safe or healthy for the baby. daddies aren't supposed to do this with their little girls."
she suddenly halts her hips, sliding off robby's torso onto the mattress as she begins crying. "y-you said makin' love is how babies are made. are we... not doing that? you're not in love with me?"
"oh sweetie pie, of course not," robby's heart cracks as he gathers her into his arms. "no, that's not it at all. i love you so much. more than anything in the whole world."
"but you won't make a baby with me," she sobs, inconsolable.
robby's heart jolts. "oh, angel, i'm so sorry. please stop crying. you're breaking your daddy's heart," he begs, thumbing away her tears. "okay. okay, alright," he gives in, completely weak to his daughter. "you sure you wanna make a baby with dad?"
her head shoots up, searching his face for the truth. "really? you mean it?"
"yeah, baby bear," robby relents.
she throws her arms around her father's neck, kissing him.
"ah-ah, hold on, little miss." robby pulls back, lifting her by the armpits off his neck and onto his lap. "we'll see a doctor every week to make sure the baby is healthy while they're growing in your tummy. that clear?"
she nods vigorously, a huge smile on her face.
"and you promise not to whine and fuss at dad when you get tummy aches, and back pain, and all the other stuff that comes with having a baby?"
another nod.
"okay," robby's mouth quirks up. "and one more thing-- you gotta love on daddy a whole lot more each day if we're gonna put a baby in you. dad's gonna have you on a strict schedule; morning, noon and night."
she squeals happily, wriggling into robby's lap and already trying to line herself up with his shaft.
robby tries to slow his overeager daughter down as she tries spearing herself onto his mostly soft cock, thinking damn, it's gonna be a really awkward obgyn appointment.
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that whenever you get that weird feeling in your tummy and between your legs you’re running straight to him.
eyes all glassy and sad looking as you whine, “daddy, think i need your help again.” with a big ol’ pout on your pretty lips.
“oh yeah, sweetheart? need daddy’s help with what?” he smiles as he pulls you into his lap. he knows exactly what you need but he has to hear you say it first, you have to ask for it.
“feeling achy again.” you pout, frown growing wider as the feeling you get from sitting in robby’s lap only makes the ache worse.
“ah, well, we can’t have that can we, sweetheart?” he chuckles, tucking a stray piece of hair behind your ear, watching as you chase his hand with your face dying for any touch from him to relieve yourself. “don’t worry, baby. dad’ll take care of you, you just lie back and i’ll make that achy feeling go away for you.”
you’re already scrambling out of his lap and lowering yourself onto your back on the couch. “thank you, daddy. love you.”
he’s hooking his fingers under the waistband of your shorts when he looks up at you again, smile wide on his face. “i love you too, sweetheart. more than anything in the world, my best girl.”
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getting to sleep with dad!robby in his bed when mom goes out of town ᢉ𐭩
he’s got his arms wrapped around you tight, your back pulled right against his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his soft tummy against your naked skin. his face pressed into the back of your neck peppering the area with warm kisses that make you feel so fuzzy inside. his thick cock buried to the hilt inside of your achy pussy just cock warming him until he can’t take it anymore and he has to fuck you.
n when he fucks you it's soft and sweet, he can be possessive at times but knows when his little girl is so sleepy he should be gentle with her. daddy knows how sensitive your little pussy can be, doesn't wanna hurt his sweet little girl because he loves you so much. he'd never hurt you on purpose.
when he’s done he doesn’t bother pulling out and you fall asleep wrapped in his big warm arms with his cock going soft inside of you and being so full of daddy’s cum :3
can i req guilty dad robby who tries to take off his marital ring while fingering his daughter vs possessive, jealous daughter who finds it hot and makes him grind the gold metal against her clit :3
(even better if this is happening under a blanket or something during movie night while wine drunk mom sleeps just a few steps away, and if by the end of it robby admits he’s turned on by all of it too)
This is so juicy I think u just made some of my brain cells come back to life…. Robby and his girl are playing a very dangerous game here
I can just see you all smug and flirty, whorish little moans escaping you while Robby hushes you with a panicked expression, eyes lingering on your moms sleeping form as his fingers touch in places they shouldn’t.
“Be quiet.” Robby reminds you, free hand clasping over your mouth but it does little to silence you, eyes wet and chin wobbling when his thumb presses down on your clit firmly. “Please, sweetheart, be quiet.”
“C-Can’t…” You mutter, mischief in your eyes as another moan tumbles out. You both know you’re lying when you whine, “M’trying, papa.”
Another moan, low in pitch but loud enough to have your mother shifting in her drunken state. Robby claws at the remote to turn the tv up, hoping whatever movie is on will mask your cries. He slaps your thigh roughly, nipping your earlobe with a little too much force. “Dammit, you naughty little girl. I told you to be quiet.”
Robby is yanking his fingers out of your cunt in a heartbeat, and you nearly sob in horror when he goes to remove his wedding ring. Small hands grasping his wrist and he’s cursing when you’re messily attempting to stuff his fingers back into you. “N-No, dad! M’sorry!”
“Shouldn’t be doing this anyways,” Robby grumbles, big brown eyes focused on how horribly you’re attempting to fuck yourself on his fingers. His ring glistens in the dark lighting, creamy and sticky from teasing you. “Married to your mom, not you. You’re my kid, my kid.”
“I don’t care!” You whine, pussy clenching so desperately it seems as if it’s trying to swallow his jewelry whole. “Divorce her. I’m already such a good daughter, I’d be a better wife!”
“Don’t say that.” Robby snaps, pinching your nipple roughly as you squeeze tightly around his fingers. “I raised you better than to say shit like that.”
Your mother lets out a snore, making the both of you flinch in suspense. Breathing ragged and wheezy, cunt weeping around frozen fingers, once her breathing returns Robby starts to pump them in and out of you again. “C’mon, give it to me. Let’s get this over with.”
Curling his digits, he thumbs at your clit until you’re humping his hand erratically and cursing loudly as you cum, leaving his hand sticky and creamy while he digs his fingertips into a bundle of nerves inside of you. You just about screech when Robby jabs at your insides harshly, waking your mom with a sharp gasp. “What happened?”
You can’t speak, hands slapped over your mouth as you shudder around your dads fingers, tears brimming your eyes and although Robby knows it’s wrong to lie to his wife - it would be even worse to not protect his daughter. His thumb drags up and down your clit slowly as he murmurs, “It’s alright, poor kid just got scared.”
“I didn’t know this movie was supposed to be scary.” Your mom yawns, already on the verge of falling back asleep as she settles deeper into the couch. Robby watches her silently until he notices her breathing evening out, and then he’s licking into your mouth eagerly.
“Shit, kiddo. We almost got caught that time, nearly came in my pants. Gimme some love.” Robby pulls his fingers from your pussy, shoving them into your face and watching with pupils blown wide as you lick them clean. Starting at his nails before curling your tongue around his ring, throat clicking harshly as he swallows, the sight being enough to fuel his fantasies for longer than he’d like to admit. You whimper when he pulls his fingers away.
Robby knows he shouldn’t, knows encouraging this behavior will only make things worse in the future. Yet your sad little expression just breaks his heart, he pulls off his wedding ring and places it onto your palm. “Let me put your mom to bed, then we can watch another movie. Just the two of us, yeah?”
Rather than answering him verbally, you grin before plopping the ring into your mouth, sucking on the metal before smashing your face into his own. Robby groans as you use your tongue to push the jewelry into his mouth, there’s still a slight hint of your orgasm clinging to the gold, his cock twitches at the taste. He watches with lidded eyes as you slide the ring back onto his finger, such a filthy little girl.
“I’ll be waiting for you,” You whisper, hand sliding between your legs to rub at your aching clit. “Just like this…”
“Tease.” Robby scoffs, though he doesn’t think he’s ever moved as quickly in his life in order to get his wife into bed just to get back to his minx of a daughter, keen to stuff you full once again.
