this in inspired but that pic of noah at the baseball game. also idk anything about baseball or the schematics of it. also my tummy hurts so idk how much i’ll post today. hope u guys enjoy! mwah mwah mwah 💕
michael robinavitch has not been to a baseball game in years. at least not one of his own volition. there’s been a few games that the hospital paid for, and as chief attending he as practically mandated to go, but nothing like this. he’s got you in the bathroom of whatever suite he bought for the day. you’re pressed against the sink and his cock is thrusting in and out of your poor pussy. when you let your eyes roll back in your head at the onslaught of pleasure, he tuts at you and squeezes your cheeks, forcing a pout and for you to look at yourself in the mirror. you whimper at his big hands on your face so he forces a thumb and forefinger into you mouth, cooing and bucking his hips into you when you suck on them harshly. you try to whine out that you’re coming coming coming coming but you can’t manage to with his fingers so you’re just drooling over his hand. but he can tell. your cunt is clenching hard around him and he feels your thighs shake. in fact, your pussy is so tight that it sparks his orgasm too, and he has to bite down hard in your shoulder to muffle his groans as he stills in your cunt. he pulls out with a groan, and begins softly wiping you down. you’re hardly there, hazy in pleasure and the stuffy bathroom. eventually he gets you all clean and leads you back out to watch the game. you’re not too sure what’s going on in front of you, but that’s okay! robby will murmur the plays in your ear, it’s only the first inning after all. maybe it’ll go into overtime and you and robby can have some more fun!
Your writing is incredible, so hear me out on this request, Sammy Bryant and Wife!Reader playing the no please, officer game from Reckless… Not even gonna anon this cause I need that. 😫🤍x
honey i think we should kiss right now because oh my GAWDDD :D holy sexy thought !!!!!
when you first asked sammy to roleplay, he got a bit confused. no one ever expressed their attraction for him in uniform the way you did, it made him feel more flustered than ever before.
so when you whispered the idea into his ear one night in bed, he had choked on air, asked you about three dozen times if thats what you really wanted, then had you tell him the next time you were going for a drive.
and once he actually had you pulled over, he would definitely be nervous at first, his voice not firm or severe enough when he had you roll down your window and asked you, "do you know how fast you were going ma'am?"
you however, were completely serious. batting your lashes and even wobbling your lower lip as you pleaded with sammy when he pressed you up against his patrol car, "please officer! i can't afford a ticket- please don't give me one! i'll do anything!"
sammy fumbled putting the cuffs onto your hands because he was so turned on. you felt the heavy bulge beneath his belt prod at your backside, and you bit back a giggle when he buried his face into your hair and broke character with a huff,
"jesus baby. you're real good at this- gonna make me blow my load before i even getcha in the backseat."
dad!jack would put his kids towels in the dryer while said kids are in the tub so theyll be nice and toasty when they get out
he’s so sweet ugh of course he does!!
and he’s pulling them out of the dryer when the buzzer goes off just in time from down the hall. he dries off his two oldest, the youngest already cleaned up and put to bed, and wraps them each up so tight in their oversized towels. they giggle as he tucks in the end to completely engulf their tiny forms before scooping one kid up in each of his arms and walking them over to their shared room where you’re finishing up putting some laundry away, baby monitor at your side.
“i got a special delivery?” he’s putting on a casual voice.
you turn and giggle at their squirming bodies, damp auburn curls peaking out from the warm fabric. he plops them on one little bed with a kiss to each head.
and they get spoiled with the nice warm towels and when he doesn’t do it they’re refusing to get out of the bath and he’s like what have i created? but they’re his sweet baby angels so of course he’s getting up to warm up fresh towel for his kids he spoils rotten.
i need literally anyone and everyone to tell me how they get inspo to write. bc i just watch my tiktok folder entitled MEOW😻😻😻 with 879 thirst edits of robby and abbot and park until smth speaks to me. anyways! hope u guys enjoy! this was inspired by a pic of robby in bed w glasses and a book! mwah mwah mwah ily all so so much 💕💕💕
michael robinavitch and his girlfriend who can’t ever sleep! it’s really not your fault you keep tossing and turning around in ronny’s king side bed. and you know he has work in the morning, so you try to limit your movements to just small shuffles. unfortunately, these shuffles rub your ass right against robby’s cock. and it’s not his fault he gets hard! in fact, he’s not even awake! but slowly, as you try to sleep, you start grinding yourself against his front. and eventually he wakes up, but not completely. he’s groggy when he rasps out what’s wrong honey? can’t sleep huh? need this cock to put you to bed? and you do! so you nod shyly with a whimper and he pushes down his plad pajama pants and pulls out his cock. he insists that you don’t wear underwear around the house because why would you? so he can just slide right into your sopping wet cunt. this is a common occurrence, every other day if not more often, so you both know what to do. he rolls over onto you, gripping the base of his cock until he can guide it into your cunt. it slides in easily and he groans at the combination of pain from moving in his back and the tight heat of your pussy. he rocks in and out a few times, but eventually stills. he rests his forearms beside your head and eventually settles his weight onto of you. this is how you sleep best. you eventually stop squirming at the pressure that surrounds you and drift off to sleep. this will happen tomorrow, and the day after, and for the rest of eternity and you cannot wait. you dream of love, happiness, and robby.
michael robinavitch who likes to feed you peaches by his pool. you’re sitting and tanning on a float, in a little pastel yellow bikini. every other hour, he pulls you out of the pool to slather sunscreen all over your body. he unties the strings to both your top and your bottom, promising full coverage application to you whilst groping you all over. he makes you sit out of the water for fifteen minutes just to let the sunscreen set in the best. it is during this time that he feeds you the fruit. it’s all cut up into little squares, and when the juices leak out onto his fingers, you lap them up. he clenches his jaw, but makes no effort other than to feed you another piece. his hands taste like sweetness, sunscreen, and salt. once he seems that your allowed to return to the pool, he watches you stand up, slapping your ass as you leave, and watches you as you dive into his pool and hoist yourself onto the pink flamingo floaty. he returns to his book and sets a two hour timer.
this is once again inspired by an edit that i saw. also we should all lowkey cheer, i said id be pretty inactive, but i think this is the most ive posted in a day. let’s all kiss celebratorily yay! hope u all enjoy!!!!
michael robinavitch who rubs the back of his neck when he’s stressed. and you know this! but you didn’t know it would affect him so much if you did it. you’re on your back and he’s apparently trying to bury his cock inside of you. you’re arching harshly, either into him or trying to get away he doesn’t know. you’re clawing at the sheets, at everything around you. your head is thrown back and your eyes are just rolling around in your head. your cunt is clenching hard around him, and your thighs are shaking. robby’s groaning into your ear, some are sort of soft and breathy but the majority of them come from the back of his throat. you’re clawing at his arms, at his back, anything that you can get your hands on. after a particular hard thrust from him, his stomach pressing down hard onto yours, your hands make their way to the back of his neck. your nails dig hard into the wrinkled skin there, and you can feel his entire body shudder. he comes suddenly then, huffing out a disbelieving laugh at what just occurred. he feels your cunt squeeze his softening cock hard and he coos apologetically. you hadn’t come on his cock yet, how silly! he rubs his thick meaty fingers over you clit in small circles. after a few minutes of writhing and whimpering, you come. afterwards he’s just so exhausted! he rests all of his weight on top of you, his chest hair tickling your nipples. the two of you rest like that for a while, your fingers nimbly running through his hair, focusing on the nape of his neck, and him mouthing at your collarbones.
dr robby grunting when you accidentally bump into him on your way out of a trauma, your elbow digging harshly into his gut. you feel the softness of his tummy and then his hot huff of breath right over your ear. you sputter out apologies, and he waves you off with a dismissive hand. he shakes his head lowly, staring at the floor with a smile he struggles to conceal.
dr robby grunting when he drives his big hard cock into your weeping cunt. you’re laying on your stomach and he’s pounding into you from behind. you can feel his hairy tummy bump the curve of your spine every time he thrusts in. you feel him breathe hot and heavy in your ear, and cunt cunt clench’s hard around him when his tip bullies your cervix. his big hairy arms are trapping you to the bed , but you wouldn’t have it any other way. he’s not doing this for anything other than his own pleasure. he’s already made you come three times, with his fingers, with his face, and then with his cock. and now it’s his turn. when he comes in your poor abused cunt, it’s with a groan that originates from the back of his throat, and he drops his entire weight onto you. you couldn’t get away even if you wanted to, but that’s okay because you’re right where you wanna be
brat running her mouth and getting cock shoved in her mouth… she instantly shuts up and forgets what she was even talking about.. just self soothing by sucking on robbys cock <33333
18+ mdni cw light cnc? UUUGGGHHH need. neeeeed. im such a sucker for cockwarming and head-in-lap blowjobs so this really does it for me
you've been crabby all day and running your mouth and earning low reprimands n threats n sharp little warning smacks on your ass....
once evening rolls around robby thinks he finally has you settled-- you're snuggled up beside him on the couch while he scrolls on his phone with your favorite show on the TV-- but there is a strong emphasis on thinks. he is quickly proven wrong when some random background character gets a speaking line and you say, "she's so pretty."
it's clear in the way you say it that it's not just an observation. you're not just speaking aloud, it's very much directed to robby. expecting a response. robby glances up from his phone and offers a simple "mhm," hoping to placate you, but you're quickly lifting your head from the crook of his shoulder and shooting him a look
"what does that mean?"
robby takes a breath through his nose and his eyes flit over to you. it's written plainly on his face that he doesn't like where this is going. "It means "sure, honey, whatever you say""
Despite his carefully crafted response you don't miss a beat-- "so you think she's pretty?"
"Not as pretty as you," he lilts, reaching out to pinch your cheek with an appeasing smile before it falls away and his voice flattens, "so drop it."
"But she is pretty--"
"Stop." He says, shaking his head. "Don't do--"
"I mean, you just agreed." You speak over his warning, face still stubbornly set in a scowl. "You just said she's pretty."
"Hon, you brought it up." He reminds you, his calm voice starting to strain with wavering patience. "And you talk plenty about how hot you think actors are."
"That's different," you snipe back. You know just as well as robby that you're being unreasonable, but you're itching to pick a fight. "You said you don't care when I say that, kind of stuff, but I care, and she doesn't look anything like me." Robby unzips his fly and pulls down his boxers as you go on your bratty tirade "So, what, do you wish I looked more like her--?"
"Shhh," Robby urges. His big hand finds the back of your head and guides you down towards where his other hand is stroking himself to hardness. "C'mere." He guides his tip towards your lips. "Don't--" he grits out when you stiffen your neck in resistance and stubbornly seal your lips tight. "Open, baby. C'mon."
Your eyes flit up to shoot him a mean glare. He raises a brow. You open your mouth to speak-- "You said sh--"
Robby seizes the opportunity to push his cock past your parted lips, shushing you again. He groans softly at the wet heat of your mouth, then nods when you seal your lips around his head, suckling gently. "Attagirl. That's right, you know what to do."
Robby pets your hair while what is, at this point, almost pure instinct kicks in. Your lashes flutter subtly, the familiar weight of his cock on your tongue making your heartrate slow and your irritation fade into the background. Your brain practically starts pooling out of your ears.
"That better now, sweetheart?" Robby coos when you hum contentedly, using his thumb to swipe away some drool that has gathered at the corner of your mouth. "Yeah. Just need a cock in your mouth and you settle right down.'
pope cody who asks you to give him a haircut, not expecting you to take in a dramatic gasp and climb into his lap, straddling his thighs, resting your hands on his broad shoulders.
"you want me to cut your perfect curls?" you say, running your fingers through his hair, tilting his face up towards you, "i don't think i can do that my love,"
"J said his girlfriend cuts his hair," pope says, looking up at you with a glimmer of confusion in his eyes, gripping down on your waist, "i just thought because you're mine..."
"i am yours," you say, leaning forward, placing a soft, sweet kiss on his lips, "but you look so handsome just the way you are,"
popes eyes flick down to where his hands rest on your waist, a small blush spreading across his cheeks.
"are you gonna ask me to cut off a toe next?" you say dramatically, twisting one of his auburn coils around your finger, "like, where does it end?"
"it's just hair," pope says, a small smile playing on his lips at your antics, "it'll grow back,"
you smile back at him before pulling his head to your chest, burying your face in his soft curls, breathing in his warm smell.
"i'll miss you," you mumble against his head. pope smacks your ass playfully.
"i don't want you to buzz it," he says as you pull back with a mischievous grin on your face, "just a little trim,"
"ok," you sigh, leaning forward, brushing the tip of your nose against his, "only because I love you so much,"
"i love you so much," pope says before connecting your lips in a gentle kiss.
Being rabbot's controversial young gf would include
tw for age gap (duh, lol), daddy issues, daddy kink, oral (f receiving), brat taming, being called jail bait as a joke, riding, bush mention, if I missed anything please let me know ! Mdni ! Whole blog is 18+ and so is this post
Trying to balance your time between the two. The amount of scheduling alone that goes into dates with all three of you is...a lot. Catching them when they have the same day off and figuring something out that doesn't disrupt either of their sleep schedules is hard! And that's not even taking into account if they're up for it or not.
Fighting over whose card you use. They're both prideful men who have almost your life times worth of big doctor money tucked into the bank. They're not frugal but they don't splurge on themselves often. A nice place, regular upkeep, bills paid early, money tucked into a retirement fund. Nothing crazy.
Which lets you do the spending for them. Jack is always wordlessly tucking his card into your hand, pocket or purse. "You know the pin, use it, okay?" is often paired with a kiss to your temple.
Robby uses a different tactic. Direct deposits to your accounts. Looking at your carts online. Paying for your student loans and car note, setting them up to automatically come out of his account. Giving you a look when you're getting lunch with him and you reach for your purse before tapping his card on the reader.
Robby and Jack sit through the hauls after a shopping spree patiently, knowing how excited you get and that you want to explain what you got, why you got it, and what you plan to do with it. It's a part of the deal, they know this and accept it. Jack is the one to ask you more questions, encouraging you to talk about it all while Robby just tells you it's all very pretty. If you buy craft supplies or art supplies, he tells you "You know more about that stuff than I do, honey. More talent for that than me."
They're old men (affectionate) so they have old man habits. Some cannot be broken. Calling stores and things the wrong name, not understanding certain slang, telling you to get off your phone while they're trying to go to bed/talk to you.
"Put your phone down and go to bed, baby. Get some sleep and stay off tiktoks. You'll stay up all night on that thing and then you're cranky in the morning."
Jack has the light flash feature on for alarms and calls due to being a deep sleeper and being a little hard of hearing. Robby has a generic ring tone but set one for you specifically so he can know when it's you.
"Sweetheart, I've been down to one good leg longer than you've been alive."
Pet names galore. Sweetie, honey, baby, etc! All the classics. Don't get calling your partner stinky or pookie.
Robby sometimes just needs you to lay on him. Clothes off, feeling the warmth of your skin against his to ground himself in his body. It doesn't stop the thoughts in his head, no, but it does keep them from getting worse. Dragging his large, calloused palm down the length of your spine. Self soothing, is the word, he thinks.
Jack likes to crawl under your shirt and rest his head against your chest. Listening to the thud...thud...thud...of your heartbeat with his own ears, not through a stethoscope like you're a patient. The fabric of your shirt stretching around him. Almost swaddling his broad shoulders. A tuft of his gray curls poking out from the neckline. Being able to breathe your scent in so deeply.
Listen, they're old(er). They don't want to dance around problems or give you the silent treatment. Preferring to tell you if there's a problem or just talk it out. Jack is usually the one to start the conversations. They understand that you're younger and that sometimes you'll have a little fit. But they let you get it out of your system before sitting down and talking.
You get looks when you go out with them. God forbid you go out with the both of them. It makes for a few awkward conversations when people make assumptions about the nature of your relationship.
One time a waitress overheard you calling Jack daddy and the next time she came over, she mentioned how it's so nice that even grown up you still make time to go out with your dad's and spend time with them. Saying how no matter how old you are, Daddy's little girl is always their special lady. Jack got hard under the table.
Robby silencing his alarm, looking at you and Jack snoring next to him with a sigh and a drag of his palm against his face. Pushing himself out of the warm cocoon that you've turned the bed into since moving in. His warm hand rubbing over your back, over the fabric of a familiar hoodie, as he leans over to press a kiss to your temple and then jacks. Despite the protest from his aging back, he lingers. Lips pressing against your skin as his eyes flutter shut while he breathes in the sleepy scent that surrounds the two of you before starting to get ready for his shift. He says it makes the day a little easier to start.
Jack isn't ashamed of his leg, he's lived with it long enough now that it's just a part of him. But it does make him feel old sometimes, and some previous people have left over it. Getting a pretty thing like you to grab his crutches for him? The tips of his ears get a little warm. All the support bars in the bathroom and the shower chair? He goes to explain before you shut him down with a soft look. He realizes you don't care about the way any of it looks, that it doesn't make him seem old or broken. The way you hand him his crutches with a kiss on the cheek, offer a steadying hand when he needs one and keep creams and compression socks by your bed for when he sleeps over proves that. He can't believe he ever thought you'd have an issue with it now.
The first time you come into the pitt to drop off lunch, a forgotten badge or what have you, the muttering is quick to start. Not to your face and not necessarily negative.....just....shocked. You're so....young. Are Robby and abbot paying you? Have they reached that point in being so lonely? Trinity calls you jail bait, it's a joke. Mostly.
Meanwhile Dana just offers you a smile as she talks to you from her spot behind the desk. She's noticed the way the two of them have seemed lighter lately. A little easier of a flow to them. Dana had also caught a glimpse of an...... enthusiastic..... conversation in the group chat the three of you have a little while ago and forced one of them to spill. There just hadn't been time for a proper introduction. She talks to you kindly, tells you to ignore whatever gossip starts to float around. While young, young enough to have gone to school with one of her daughters she realizes, you're an adult. You're a big girl, who picked Robby and Jack.
Worry warts! You text the group chat one day saying that you're getting a McDonald's coke and large fry to fix your headache and they....are less than thrilled. Asking you to rate your pain, where it's located, if you hit it etc. Telling you that they have some medicine in the cabinet, to take that instead of getting the drink and fries. That it's not a full proof method and that the carbonation won't help your head feel better.
"Give it to him, yea, that's it baby, good girl." Jack says from behind you, his hands on your hips as you ride Robby, controlling your movements. Giving the soft skin of your thighs a sharp swat when you slow down or stop.
Jack is daddy, I hate to tell you. The way he holds himself lends to it so well. Firm when you need a guiding hand but knows when to give it soft enough that you actually listen.
Robby on the other hand.....he's a bit of a brat tamer. Gives you that look when you're acting out or doing something you're not supposed to. Jack gets a bit soft and gooey on you when you blink those big Bambi eyes up at him, but it makes Robby hard when he sees tears welling up in them because of a spanking or punishment.
"I know that's not our sweet girl. Daddy's sweet girl wouldn't be doing what she knows isn't allowed, would she? Gonna bring our good, sweet baby back? Hm?"
Big big big on eye contact!!! Jack doesn't like to cum if he isn't looking into yours or Robby's eyes. "C'mon, look at me please." In that low, slightly frantic voice he gets.
They're not as young as they once were but keep in general shape to be able to run around the ER all day and night. Their stamina isn't completely shot but they need a little bit longer between rounds than you do. Which is when taking turns with you comes in handy. Being able to keep you satisfied until one of them can go again, until they have your brain in clumps in your noggin.
"Gonna keep us young with a cunt like that, huh baby?"
They can be a little mean. Slightly condescending. Cooing at you from behind as one of them holds your legs, the other's hips drilling into you. A laugh against your ear when you whine that it's too much, too fast, too big.
They've both walked in on the other ruining you as they get home from their shift in the morning or evening. Robby just raises a brow and asks "It's 7:30, shouldn't we be feeding her about now?" While you moan and gasp from under Jack. On the other hand, Jack chuckles and watches Robby move on top of you before commenting "You're a dirty old man, before 8 in the morning? Poor thing is gonna be sore the rest of the day."
Robby who begs to eat it whenever he can. From behind, while he's on his soft belly, sitting on his face, he doesn't care. He wants to eat it. Sometimes you think it's more for him than it is you, with the way his eyes flutter shut as his mouth wraps around your clit and he groans against you. Rutting that gorgeous nose on you as his tongue plunges into your walls. It's not uncommon for Jack to walk into the living room to you sprawled out on the couch, eyes on the TV as you try to hold your moans in while Robby works between your legs. Head moving as he tries to get you to break, one of his favorite games.
Few things will make Jack chub up faster than being called a dirty old man (affectionate) by you. It makes him get that little grin and makes him raise a brow at you as if to say 'oh, really?' before starting to pepper you with kisses, nipping at your neck. "S'that what I am? Your dirty old man? Yea, sounds about right."
Bush enjoyers. They won't ask you not to shave but they might drop a few comments if you say something about going to get a wax or buy a new shaver. Saying things like back in their day, that kind of thing was incredibly sexy. That you know they don't care what you look like down there. One day, Jack flat out tells you he wants to bury his face in it. Says a little hair isn't gonna stop him.
Sensitive Robby ! Scalp, thighs and hips, neck. All over. His eyes flutter shut when you lightly drag your nails over his scalp and down his neck, shivers running through him at the sensation. Leaning into it like a dog getting scratched behind the ears. He might as well be a mutt for you anyways.
Jack is a biter. You, Robby, any skin is free game. Clamps his jaw down on your shoulder when he's rutting into you from behind and he feels himself getting close. Loves to see the indent of his teeth on the both of you. Makes him grin a little before nipping at your skin once more.
Taking them both can be so overwhelming but in the best way. Stretched beyond what you thought you could handle, the feeling of their warmth pressed against either side of you, hands roaming all over you to the point you lose track of who is where. It's almost biblical, really. In greed, in lust.
It's more than just sex at that point. It's a full blown experience. Mind melting heat that radiates off of all of you. Skin slick with sweat. Hot breaths ghosting over the back of your neck with every movement. Your own pleasure star forming in your bedroom. Right where it will live for the rest of time between the three of you. Robby thrusting deep enough to touch your soul. Jack holding you tight enough to keep you in your corporeal form.
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reducing screen time just means reader is more locked in when it comes back. So Robby’s trying to initiate something but reader is like “wait— can I just enjoy these last few minutes.”
^^in reference to this blurb
18+ mdni omgomgomg anon you’re so right. he’ll be trying to talk to you on the couch one night, not about anything serious just conversing, and he wont even hear a peep in response… he finally looks over at you to see your nose inches from your too-bright screen, so he grabs your socked foot and jostles your leg. “hey. sweetheart.”
“wait, i only have 5 minutes left”
“y’know this is supposed to make you less invested in your phone, right?” crickets. “don’t make me take it away—“
“okay, okay, i’m listening!”
also the brilliant @perlvert mentioned screentime dad bf robby 🤝🏻 bedtime dad bf jack and it made my pussy clench UGGGH yeah. jack takes bedtime very seriously— it is at the same time every night unless something special comes up.
he’ll come find you wherever you are and pet your head, lean down n kiss your temple and murmur “c’mon, babydoll. bedtime.” n if you argue he’ll remind, low n calm “it’s good for you to stay on a schedule, sweetie.” “sleep is one of the most important things for your health.”
then finally, if necessary, the big guns: “you gonna make me go to bed all alone?” in a gruff whisper while he fixes you with sad eyes </33
also the two of them together… you’ll get into bed where jack is already settled in, robby brushing his teeth in the adjacent bathroom, n jack will hold out his palm expectantly. “Phone?”
n your cheeks will heat up as you grumble “Robby took it after dinner. While you were at the gym.”
N Jack grins, reaching out to grasp your chin as you crawl up the bed. “Yeah? And you kept yourself busy all that time? Good girl.”
“I kept her busy.” Robby corrects, stepping out of the bathroom.
You roll your eyes then say to jack. “He made us do like five crosswords.”
— ꕤ｡˚⋆ jack abbot who loves his drama queen wife. . . ♡
"no," jack was saying. he was currently holding a divorce paper he wasn't even sure was legitimate, but your show was far too entertaining to disrupt.
"sign. it," you said with your arms crossed.
"no," he repeated. this time, there was a stupid smirk on his face that made you want to shove him away as much as you wanted to kiss it off.
"i'm serious, jackie," you said. mostly serious, anyway. you pretended to be unaware of your dramatic antics to add to the spectacle, but part of the performance was actually real. "sign the damn paper."
jack laughs at your faux show of confidence. he can't take you seriously with your face twisted in the cutest pout. "you're still calling me jackie while you're trying to divorce me. sure that's what you want?"
"mhm," you huff. the divorce paper was real enough! just because it didn't have his or your name on it and was issued by the internet as opposed to an attorney didn't mean anything.
"and what was your reasoning again, baby?" jack mused.
"you don't love me anymore!"
jack sighs. "i tell you how beautiful you are before i leave for work, bring y’flowers everyday, and take you to dinner every friday, and you think i don't love you?"
"yeah, but those are the routine things!" you said. "so, you obviously don't love me anymore!"
jack put the paper down on the nightstand and approached you, backing you into the bed. "say it again, sweetheart."
you gulp at his proximity, sweat trickling down your face from the way his thumb tilts your chin upwards. "you. don't. love. me."
"yeah, okay," jack hummed. if you really thought that, you wouldn't be wearing the shortest little skirt," he says, promptly hiking the garment in question up and making your breath hitch, "when you're trying to fucking divorce me."
"jackie-"
"mhm, there she is," jack said. he pushes you down onto the bed without further warning and pulls your skirt down your body, revealing your pussy to his hungry eyes. "and already so wet,” he tsks.
"hmph," you say with a huff. you turn away from his gaze, but it's short-lived as jack cranes your face back towards him.
"ah-ah. what do you have to say?"
you roll your eyes. "sorry."
"like you mean it."
"sorry," you say again.
jack doesn't have it in him to correct your attitude from that look on your face. god, his wife is just too cute.
you don't say anything else as he frees his cock from his slacks, slipping inside your aching cunt. jack is gentle with you as he rocks into you, whispering the sweetest praises that you'd needed for reassurance.
"tell me i love you. tell me how much daddy loves you, baby," jack coos as he cups your cheek, his thrusts slow as he fucks you deep.
"d- daddy loves me," you relent. "so much."
jack nodded with a triumphant smile. "that's my girl."
── .✦ ANDREW 'POPE' CODY and his nympho girlfriend
★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT WARNINGS 18+ MDNI fem reader, reader has breasts, hypersexual / sexually insatiable reader, established relationship, oral sex (male receiving (except not receiving? don't know how to describe it)), edging / orgasm denial themes, mild degradation language (pope being condescending) spit/bodily fluid imagery, rough handling, very light humiliation / praise-kink mix)
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Pope is still locking the front door when you brush past, bare feet padding across the hardwoods, skin glowing as though you've been hoarding sunlight all day just to pour it on him.
He swears he doesn't deserve it.
The shirt you stole from his drawer, an old skate tee with the collar chewed to hell, slides over your body and lands in a loose heap on the floor. Your tits bounce lightly as they're freed.
Fuck. He could stare at them for hours, probably has, memorizing every curve and shadow with the grim focus he brings to anything he loves too much.
“Easy, baby,” Pope warns, even though his heart is tearing through him, dragging every dirty possibility in its wake. “I bought groceries. At least let me put the milk —”
“Later.” You tug the plastic bag from his hand, thunk it onto the entry table, and hook a finger through his belt loop. “Kitchen’s close enough.”
The fridge whirs, oblivious, while you drag him backward until thighs hit cool marble.
Pope can smell cilantro, gasoline from his truck, the sweet-and-salty rush in your sweat. You taste it, too, licking the hollow beneath his ear like a kid sneaking frosting.
“One track mind,” he mutters, masking a thick swallow when his jeans tent under your touch.
You pull back just far enough to look at him.
“That's not true. I think about a lot of things. They all just end —” Your hand settles over the hardening shape in his pants. “— here.”
He laughs a little, but it dies when you kneel.
You slip two fingers beneath the waistband, teasing skin before tugging down. Fabric puddles at his feet, leaving him bare and aching. You move to trace the underside with your tongue, a lazy path from root to head, then look up through your lashes.
“You leave me alone for hours.” Your hand tightens at the base of his cock, possessive. “What else am I supposed to wait for but you coming home and letting me have this?”
Pope guides himself to tap against your tongue. You happily oblige with an open mouth.
“Yeah? You wait all nice and good for me, princess, or did those needy little fingers wander?” He feigns a thoughtful hum. “Sheets looked a little rumpled when I walked in.”
He watches your mouth struggle to form words, tension fluttering in your cheeks where he fills them.
“Tried,” you admit, voice thick with obstruction. “Made it ‘til lunch before I… got impatient.” Your palm glides up his length in apology. “Does that still count as waiting?”
He winds your hair around his knuckles and tugs until you’re staring straight up at him, guiding your mouth off him with a soft pop.
Pope clicks his tongue, pity painted on like cheap gold leaf.
“Aw, sweetheart. Must've felt like torture, didn’t it?” His thumb smears the shine across your swollen lip, then lifts so you can see the string of spit stretch. “Don't worry, I'll help you learn some real patience... after you watch me finish what you couldn't wait for.”
MARIA NOTE happy tuesday besties! wishing u love in your heart and freakiness in your spirit! stay cunty! stay hot!
adding onto your post about robby using a polaroid of reader as a bookmark, maybe sometimes he’ll swap to a polaroid of your face drenched in his and frank’s cum with his hand around your throat and your eyes all glassy, then he’ll invite you to sit on his lap whilst he picks up his book to read so you’re forced to see it and get all blushy and embarrassed ☺️
18+ mdni omg that picture………… it’s one frank took after they fucked you one night n robby’d gripped your neck n the bottom of your jaw with his big hand to hold you steady. “Look at the camera, sweetheart.”
N frank taps the lens “Right here.” the shutter clicks and he grins wide “Beautiful”
“Attagirl.” Robby sweeps some cum off your cheek with two fingers then brings them to your mouth, n your lips part right away to grant them entry. You blink slowly, lashes fluttering, as you suck them clean. “Mmmm.” he hums out, like he’s giving you a delicious treat, and you smile as you gaze up at him then open your mouth for more. “What a good girl.”
when the photo develops robby’s fed you most of the cum off your face and is now gently wiping you clean with a warm, damp cloth. Frank shows you the photo— your wide bleary eyes, robby’s big hand, two loads of cum splattered across your cheeks n nose— and he looks utterly pleased with himself. “Look how pretty you are, baby. Such a pretty girl.”
n you smile at the picture, nodding. “Pretty.” You affirm in your hazy state. Robby smirks.
+that day when he’s reading he calls you into the living room then pats his lap and you settle into him right away. when he opens his book and that picture falls out you pick it up for him, expecting some sweet photo of you out to dinner or maybe in his lap at the pool— but then your cheeks burn hot and your lips part in surprise. you stare for a moment before whining and shoving the polaroid into robby’s hand, head turning to hide in his clavicle. He raises a brow, smile tugging at his lips. “What, sweetheart?” He coos, low and taunting. “Is that embarrassing now?”
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