brat!tamer robby is so so so dear to me. the raised brows. the ah-ah-ah's. the pinched eyes. i just KNOW if his girl truly misbehaves he's so surprised and pulls out all the classic one liners too because hasn't he trained her so wel???? yummy
18+ mdni HNNGG YES he hits all the basics!! “careful “ah-ah” “watch it”…. loves to hit a raised brow and a click of his tongue and a “you know better” whenever he sees you thinking about doing smth bratty….
dare i say he whistles at you… he spots you scheming from across the room, sees you start act on it so he whistles sharply to get your attention, n it makes you jolt and stop dead in your tracks and snap your head towards him. “Don’t even think about it.”
Line cook!Simon who's been sweet on you lately, always making sure to get your tables tickets out as fast as possible, and managing to sneak you a snack during your shifts.
He always brushes it off, shrugging about it when you ask, 'was tryin' somethin' new ou', luv, tell me f'its good, yeah?', knowing he would never let you eat anything less than delicious. Regardless, hes always eagerly watching for your approval, wanting to see that stupid smile on your face as you gush about his work.
Waitress!Reader whos saved plenty of money on meals, because even with your employee discount, appetisers and sides cost a fair bit of money when it adds up over the week. Not that it mattered anymore, Simon was always using his cooks discount to get you main meals, 'no' gonna le' 'is luvie, go hungry, will 'e?'
Head chef!Price who cocks a brow every time SImon does it, but never pries. Game is game, after all.
Simon who always makes sure to give you a lift home, even when you finish earlier than him, using his break to do so. He also manages to learn that your crappy studio flat is in the bad part of town...
Line cook!Simon who is quick to suggest you moving in with him. He lives close to your uni, you'd save money on rent, and be able to travel to work together most days.
You're quick to agree, it sounding like a dream to not worry about rent or transport and to live with your friend who's been so sweet to you!
Now he just has to figure out how to ask you out and address your lack of self preservation, because really luv, youd only known him a few months...
A/n: wait guys I might lowkey be onto something, let me cook up my idea 🫰
ALSO, if there are any specific posts of mine that you want a part 2 for, let me know cause im struggling to decide ("-ࡇ-)
Waitress!reader, who's a new hire, working part time in a restaurant to make just enough money to support yourself through uni.
Youve been having the absolute worst day, from losing the assignment that you were supposed to hand in today and getting reamed out by your professor, to having dropped a tray of waters at the start of your shift, a preemptive sign that the rest of your night would be tough.
You're just trying to make it through your shift, when you get a table of crude, middle aged men, who make you feel anything but pleasant.
You do your best to cater to their needs and try be as polite and neutral as possible, despite wanting to give them to another waiter, but as usual, the restaurant is overwhelmed and understaffed.
Line cook!Simon who's been watching the pretty little new hire get progressively stressed as your shift goes on. His heart aches for you a bit. A pretty little thing, doing her best to make ends meet, whilst dealing with idiot customers.
Simon who feels his jaw tighten whem you come back into the kitchen, teary eyed, explaining to another server how one of the men at your table tried to hit on you and grabbed the back of your thigh.
Simon who tells you to sit in the walk-in for a bit, whilst he goes to deal with your table, he was needing some fresh air anyway.
Simon who soon comes into the walk-in pantry with a little plate of chips and hands it to you with his now-bruised hands. He pats your head softly, before gruffly saying 'take a break, yeah luv? Go' someone on yer tables'
...Line Cook!Simon who refuses to address his soft spot for you, telling the whole kitchen to shut up when teasing him about it. They can see the faint pink on the tips of his ears though.
one last fuck, to be more exact, between you and vacation!price before the world and callings from home forced you back into the unforgiving grips reality… work and grocery shopping and paying bills. all the things john swears he would very much pay someone else to do for you while he’s paused mid-thrust. belly rising and falling against your back as he huffs out the gruff promises. flexing himself inside you at the same time he grabs for handfuls of your sides. palms hungry.
a thick sound grunts out of you when john collapses on top of you, his cock slicks the remaning veined legnth inside you. you curse, eyes trying not to roll when the man readjusts, somehow sinking himself deeper, head nudging against a place that warms you well past the capabilities of the setting sun.
“oh, my g-god.” you gasp. and then gasp again, reaching but failing to grab onto something as his beard drags along the skin of your shoulder.
“i mean it, dove. give y’anything ya like. get ya set up real nice. a house. dog. whatever you want… jus’ come home with me.” john’s vows come out low, just at the shell of your ear. in between each sentence, a long, dragged-out drive of his hips. always concluded with a smacking of his sack, heavy with need, and a squeezing of john’s embrace around your shivering, sweaty figure. he’s holding you like you’re already his. as if you’ve already agreed to leaving all you know by replacing it with him. john fucks you the same way, raw and sticky skin and to pattern of silent claims. “and just think… we can do this every night, ’n then some. keep y’nice ’n full. drunk on me, yeah?”
with blurred vision, you mumble and nod. drunk on him. drunk on the way he’s fucking you from behind, smushing you under him. drunk on the very recent memory of how you sucked him until he painted your mouth, then the feeling of his fingers swiping against your swollen lips to rub in the thick seed. drunk on the pants at your ear and the cream you can feel forming a ring at the base of john’s cock. drunk on the possibility of feeling like this again and again.
tears in your eyes, you clench at the building of hot pressure that has you barely able to breathe. john’s really taking you now. less rambly and more focused, hips striking your ass, pumping inside you with deep desperation. he’s got you pinned and closer enough to wail at how his weight won’t let you do anything but take it.
“ah… f-fuck. go-gonna come again… i–john…” your croaks tug a smirk at the man's lips.
“s'alright. go ‘head ’n come if it’s a yes, dove.”
with a croak, you gush and cry around john, who’s already wondering what color to paint the bedroom.
18+ mdni thinking about jack abott and his sweet girl who gets distracted during sex n can have trouble finishing…
he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.
His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.
“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”
“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”
Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”
You nod.
“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”
You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.
“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”
“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.
“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.
He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.
“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.
His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”
Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.
When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.
“Goood girl.” Jack grits out. His hips stutter as he diligently fucks you through your orgasm. “You’re so good, honey. Fuck.” His forehead falls against yours, sweaty gray curls pressing against your hairline and lust-blown eyes mere inches from your own. “That never gets fucking old.”
“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”
no shut up im literally not stable enough to handle this right now!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! GOTTA STAY WITH ME 🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡🫡
★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, p in v, praise kink / soft dom dynamics, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl, perfect girl, etc), dacryphilia
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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.
One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool.
“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”
You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line.
“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”
Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.
Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.
His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum.
Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body.
You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.”
A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.
He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.
“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”
Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound.
“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”
His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”
The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body.
He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”
MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3
I KNOW SHE’S FULL…..HOLD ON TO ME…….FEELS BIG DOESNT IT… LET ME MAKE IT BETTER……MY PERFECT GIRL…. LET ME HANDLE THE REST…. maria….. you have outdone yourself…..
cregan stark likes to watch his spoiled, pampered wife bathe
"You are in no need of more oils, wife," Cregan mutters, grey eyes watching bedrugingly as you pour yet another vial of scented concoctions into the milky bath water you are lounging in.
He swears it must be the tenth one you added. How a woman can even breathe with so many cloying, flowery smells stinking up the bath chambers is beyond his comprehension. Cleaning oneself needs to be a simple, efficient affair, not a godforsaken parade of every single lotion and oil you own.
"If you are so slighted by it, husband," you lilt, leaning back into the water with a soft, pleased sigh, closing your eyes as you let yourself relax fully, body submerged up to your shoulders. "You may leave and allow me a moment of peace without your brooding."
"I am not—"
"But you are," you interrupt, humming, lifting a hand to thread your fingers along the surface of the water as you speak. "Every time you join me, you do nothing but stand there and brood," the sound of your tongue clicking follows, as if expressing your distaste for this odd tradition your lord husband has instilled in the moons you have been wed. "It disturbs my repose."
Cregan scoffs, having half a mind to not roll his eyes at your audacity. He should be used to it by now, seeing as you have never shied away from making it abundantly clear how much you love being indulged and enjoying your reprise without a single interruption.
And yet, he was not going to allow you to discard him with a flick of your hand and a defiant tilt of your chin whenever you wished to be undisturbed. He was your husband, and if he wanted to be in attendance at whatever ridiculous southern pompous customs you had, he would.
That's why he had asked the servants to put an armchair in your bathing chambers, close by the tub, where he shall sit every time he has the luxury of disregarding or postponing his duties for a while, just so he can watch you bathe and pamper yourself. Cregan did not care if word filtered through the walls that The Lord of Winterfell and Warden of the North spent part of his pastime sitting splayed out in a chair in his wife's bath chambers, feasting on one of the most exquisite viewings in the Seven Kingdoms. Let them talk and whisper. He did not need to explain himself to anyone, least of all to gossiping servants and sycophants alike.
His wolfish gaze was shameless as it traced the damp, dewy skin of your neck and shoulders, fingers drumming onto the wooden arm of the chair, faltering in rhythm just a tad whenever you shifted, the water lapping at your curves. He swore sometimes you were moving with the intent to drive him to madness, even if it was the most minute gesture.
"Disturbs your repose," he parroted, lips twitching with amusement at your feigned disdain for his presence. "My apologies for being such a pest to my own wife," Cregan continued, "I was not aware bathing oneself required such solitude."
Your expression shifted, a scowl marring your pretty features as your chin tipped upwards, as if his words had no place even reaching you. "It always requires solitude. You are just adamant to perturb it," you complained, sighing, as if the mere thought exasperated you, which made Cregan's mouth curl further, dripping with mounting enjoyment. "You stand there watching me like some kind of lecher," you accused, scowl deepening, a scoff leaving your plush mouth. "It is unbecoming of a husband to ogle his wife so shamelessly. You northerners have no decorum."
And oh, the way your lips curled every time you mentioned his culture, tone haughty and dipped with venom at the edges, as if spitting out the very word, made his blood sing.
"Just brutes with no finesse," you finished, chin raising just a bit higher, showing him you were above such things, above him, above his culture.
Gods, he wanted to haul you out of that bath and spank you until you cried those fat, pretty tears again, cheeks flushed and voice wet from babbling at him to stop. Cregan was not a man given to punishment easily, especially with the woman he was bound to by law and vow, but he came to understand that there were few ways he could make his wife see reason, and even then, only if you wanted to give in to his whims and relent.
"If you wanted a soft southerner lord with nough but a flaccid cock and no mind of his own, wife," he spoke, lips curling into that slow, wolfish grin, the one where his canines peeked through. A wolf showing his teeth without biting, but making it clear he could if provoked further. "You wouldn't have accepted my proposal so readily, riding for Winterfell not even a fortnight after our sigils were put on parchment."
You scoffed, rolling your eyes in that infuriating way Cregan loved and hated in equal measure, as if his words were nothing but white noise you were forced to listen to. "It was in my best interest to accept," you protested, inclining a little higher, leaning back against the tub, the water lapping at the tops of your damp breasts. A muscle in Cregan's jaw twitched as his eyes followed the movement. "Why would I be the lady of some lesser lord when I can be Lady of Winterfell?" The words were accompanied by a hum, evidently pleased with the title you possessed. "I am nothing but a woman of great ambitions, as you're well aware, husband."
Cregan huffed, more amused than anything, head tilting, not taking his eyes off the way he could make out the pebbled shape of your nipples just shy of peeking above the milky, fragrant water. He knew what you were doing. This little game of yours was as old as time.
You were losing ground, not pleased with the way he was biting back at your attempts to unnerve him, and had no other alternative but to call to his most primal, animal instincts that reside as deep as the marrow of his bones. He was a man, after all, and no stranger to the cravings of the flesh, more so when it came to his infuriatingly enticing wife, bare and glistening, lounging in the tub, indulging his eyes with glimpses and flashes of your body, willing to make him falter in his resolve.
"You never cease to remind me of the fact, wife," he said, feeling his chest puff up a tad at the way you huffed at his words, clearly displeased that he was not indulging your whims still. Not yet. Cregan was enjoying this more than he wanted to admit. "No woman in the Seven Kingdoms can rival you in that regard."
"What about other regards?"
Cregan's mouth twitched again, but he reigned in his expression for now. "Other regards?" He feigned confusion, tilting his head to the side, dragging his eyes from where they traced the shape of your damp breasts, up to your narrowed, inquisitive gaze. "I fear I do not follow. Must you be so kind as to specify, wife?"
Your brows furrowed, body shifting slightly into the tub, the water lapping at your skin, wetting it anew, drawing Cregan's eyes towards every patch for a few moments, rough fingers twitching onto his armchair, but he won't be baited this time. Raising one eyebrow, he waited, grey eyes now solely focused on yours, keeping you ensnared until you gathered the words to throw back at him.
"Am I rivaled in other regards by the women of the Seven Kingdoms?" You asked, chin held high, trying to absolve yourself of the vulnerable undertone woven into the question, gaze sharp, narrowed. But the way one of your hands lifted to grip the edge of the tub, curling around it, gave you away. You needed to ground yourself for this sort of fragility, and it made Cregan's heart soften just a tad every time, melting the frost of the North around it and giving way to the ceaseless warmth you brought with you from the South.
He huffed, letting his mouth form that tender, soft curl reserved only for you, grey eyes crinkling at the edges with barely concealed fondness. "No, wife," Cregan said, tone glazed with honeyed affection, letting his eyes feast on the way your chest heaved with a soft breath, as if his words had eased an unknown burden curled beneath your breastbone. "There is no woman in all the Seven Kingdoms who could dream of besting you."
And still, you scoffed, protest ready on your tongue, bristling in the milky water, never one to cease when you wanted certainty. "If your words are baseless, you may keep them, for I have no use for-"
"Not in my eyes," Cregan interrupted you, tone lowered but firm, halting your tongue before you could descend into yet another one of your haughty deflections.
It was ever pleasing, the way you faltered in the face of his sincerity. Blinking akin to a startled doe, your expression passing from one emotion to another, offense to confusion to reluctant preening. He could see it. Your chest heaving with soft breaths, plush mouth parting, pupils dilating wide enough to encompass the color of your eyes, leaving behind pools of black. And then, the flush. That warmth spreading from the tops of your breasts and climbing up, up, up your throat, splotching over your cheekbones and reaching the tips of your ears.
Mhm, he got you good this time. Cregan might have to ride the high of such an accomplishment for the fortnight to come, if he was lucky. The Gods were ever so merciful to grant him such a gift and let him savor it, too.
"The smell of the bathing oils must've affected you a great deal, husband, to say such theatrical musings," you mumbled, not meeting his eyes for a heartbeat, two, before looking into that northern gray you preached you found so insufferable. "It makes you sound like one of those flaccid men you mentioned earlier."
Cregan could only huff, amused, watching as you tried in vain to deflect and throw whatever attempt at diffusing the meaning of his words back at him. "Sound, maybe," he said, offering you a slow, wolfish curl of his mouth, baring just enough hint of teeth to allude to a threat, but not bestow it. "But I am anything but flaccid, wife. You, of all people, should be familiar with the hardness of—"
"Silence!" You shrieked, one hand dipping beneath the water's surface and swatting upwards, sending droplets of water towards him, attempting to will him into silence. "Have you no shame, you brute? To speak of such things in the company of your wife?"
But he was not perturbed; on the contrary, his lips pulled into a smirk, pleased and smug. Making you bristle truly was the thing he favored most, aside from the feel of your body and the sound of your voice. "Should I speak of such things in the company of someone else, then?"
"Don't you dare! Gods, you're giving me a headache," you fussed, swatting water at him again, eyes narrowed as you demanded. "Help me bathe, so you may amend for your wrongs."
And who was Cregan to refuse such a decree from his wife?
coming up behind him in the kitchen and just wrapping your arms around his waist, a firm set of abs covered by a soft lil tummy.
laying your head on his stomach while watching an 80’s movie that has a great soundtrack but definitely didn’t age well, head bouncing and vibrating every time he talks or laughs.
his stomach pressing into yours when he’s fucking you missionary, flushed and freckled because his irish skin will always always always give him away.
his warm, soft tummy squished up against your back when he has you in a lethal cuddle in bed (more like a headlock, you’re not going anywhere) your skin sticking together
the lil peek of tummy when he lifts his arms to stretch or grab something that you definitely try to bite if you’re in the comfort of your own home. even better if you can see one of your old bite marks fading.
Dadbf!Jack Abbot taking you to the movies to cheer you up!!
Cw: Fauxcest!!! Visible age gap
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Dadbf!Jack who always notices when his girl is feeling down in the slumps :( The way your feet drag a little more than usual or how your face seems settled into a subtle frown while you roam around the house. Everyone has their off days, and he knows sometimes asking what's wrong can make it worse.
His knuckles brush softly against the hard wood of your bedroom door before he creaks it open.
"Hey sweetpea, can you put these on for me? Dad wants to take you on a little adventure"
He hands you a small stack of neatly folded clothes, one of his old military shirts, a pair of his sweatpants to match, and even a fresh pair of socks with little snoopy characters on them.
(He has a bit of an obsession with snoopy and he thinks it looks cute on you so now you've ended up with half of your socks and pj's being littered with the characters face)
He wasn't being controlling by telling you how to dress though! He just wanted you to be as comfortable without trying to stress about a cute outfit :(
He helps you slip on some shoes, holding your smaller hand gently as he guides you to his truck. Buckling your seatbelt for you and resting a gruff palm on your thigh as he drove you two to the theater.
He lets you hold two of his thick fingers with your whole hand as he guides you inside, glancing over at the posters to see if anything interesting is coming up. Once you both make your way to the ticket booth he greets them with a smile
"Two tickets please."
He picked a kids movie, something soft to ease you up. Plus, he secretly prefers watching them with you— even he gets a little sick of trying to keep up with stressful plots of adult movies when he just wants to relax with his sweet girl :(
He nudges you forward gently, encouraging you to pick the seats you want when the cashier shows you the screen. A soft smile on his cheeks as he watches you take the responsibility so seriously since you didn't wanna get a stiff neck from watching it at an awkward angle.
As he hands over the shiny black credit card from his pocket his eyebrows furrow slightly, hazel eyes squinting at the words on the screen.
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He takes the tickets from the cashier with a rumbled 'Thank you', turning back to you with that faux annoyed look as guides you towards the snack line. "hehe old man-" You turn your head away as you try to stop yourself from smiling and giggling at him.
"Oh shut it, or this old man isn't paying for your snacks"
He pinches the back of your hand before grabbing it firmly by his side and interlacing your fingers together. "I don't even have that many grays— I only look old because I'm standing next to you with your soft cheeks and innocent eyes" He grumbled under his breath, his tone making him sound pissed despite his sweet words.
He lets you hide behind his arm as he orders the snacks- a large bag of popcorn and a kids box with your favorite candies and a small icee. He pays quickly and hands you the kids box, guiding you towards the butter/straw station so he can pour some popcorn into your box. He helps get everything situated, even putting the straw in your cup for you and making sure you don't need to use the bathroom before you go in. He gives you a small kiss on your forehead as he sets a firm hand on the small of your back to guide you to the movie room. Dad always told you to practice your manners and you absolutely couldn't miss the perfect chance to mess with him-
"Thank you for taking me on this date senior— I mean sir"
Dadbf! Jack who gains 5-10 lbs once he started dating you. He just doesn't want his pretty girl getting insecure if he lets her buy those cookies and sugary drinks by herself:( So obviously he has to buy one for himself too- He's always asking to taste yours to make sure it's not 'poisoned' but if you like his drink more than your own, he just silently gives it to you while walking through the mall. Sometimes even tugging at the belt loops of your pants before you rush into the next store.
"Hey hey- hold on kiddo drink some of this, need to stay cooled down, yeah? Can't let the heat get ya'"
as he holds the straw to your lips because he thinks you're too ditzy and little so you might spill it<3
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Can't stop thinking about how Jack's muscles looks so soft :( especially his titties
you and robby have a very specific night time routine. he comes home after his long shift at the hospital, his face still and energy heavily depleted. until he opens the door and is greeted by his special girl waiting for him with tired eyes. tired from staying up just to catch him on his late shift, he’ll smile and say hi sweetheart, probably his only genuine reaction all day. walking into the hug you welcomed him with, kissing you at the door as he puts his bag down on the floor. asking how your day was and vice versa.
he’ll eat whatever it is that’s left in the house which is probably just your left overs, very quickly as you chat about the craziness that he had to deal with that day. a short chat because he knows your tired and sluggish. telling you to go wait for him in bed and insisting you don’t fall asleep like you previously had nights before, and that he’ll be back after his shower.
then he’ll wash the long gross day off, getting dressed in his t shirt and boxers seeing you already snuggled up in bed waiting for him. robby will smile as he dims the light a bit and gets into the bed, a dip creasing at his knees. he gives you another kiss on the forehead and then lefts your chin up and gives you a kiss on the lips too. reaching for his glasses and pulling out his phone. he tilts his head up n down and squints to get a better look like most older people do, gearing up to say alright let’s see.. making you simper at his habits. and you want to get as close as possible, swinging your thigh over his body and laying your head and arm on his chest, watching at the screen.
already logged in, now it’s time for you guys to solve your wordle together!! your cozy and relaxed as you look for the combination of letters that’s correct, and robby is helping you. you tell him to try, H-O-U-S-E, but only get the O right but it’s not in the correct spot. he tells you that it was a nice try and thinks about what else it could be. you tell him to try another word and he doubts you from your previous “fail”, you sure about that?, he’ll say. and you’ll softly hit his chest with the hand that was resting there and demand him to try it.
after a few more tries and thinking you start to get drowsy, only having one more column left to solve. three out five are green on the last attempt but your too tired to think that hard, robby encouraging you to just use one more ounce of brain power before you hit the hay. you grumble a word in annoyance, coincidentally it was the correct word but you couldn’t celebrate like you usually do. you were already drifted to sleep on robby, breathing in an out on his chest as he tells you how you did a good job. kissing your cheek and pulling you closer to his warm chest.
thinking abt jack training puppy!reader to fetch things and bring them to him but she isn’t the brightest so she just kind of starts bringing him and robby random things. robby’s always like 😐 and jack’s like “thank you puppy! 😁”
IM CRYINGNGNGGN it's probably supposed to be for their slippers or beer or smth but when she runs out of things she starts bringing a sock or an oven mitt or an egg?? and she drops it at their feet and looks up so eager and expectant for their praise but robby's so unimpressed, just sighs and rubs his forehead :( jack clicks his tongue with a smile "c'mon, man." he reaches between her ears and scratches, laughing at the way her tongue lolls out in pure bliss. "ignore him, pup. you're a very good girl."
18+ mdni LITERALLY!!! and it drives robby nuts!! he’ll talk to jack like “I’m telling you, man, it’s like— what’s that shit Santos said? Weaponized incompetence?”
and jack huffs and rolls his eyes while he’s actively scratching your head, which is resting sweetly in his lap. “C’mon, Mike, she’s a puppy. She can’t weaponize her incompetence, she’s just incompetent.”
and robby’ll huff and shake his head. “You haven’t seen it, brother. She knows.”
Hello!!! I’m new here so idk if you’re down to write more soft Robby but if you areee, what about puppy!reader acting really off and quiet for a couple of days and Robby noticed but doesn’t do anything until you stop coming into his bed at night?
hihi welcome!!! I love playing with the nuance of robby being so strict but at the end of the day he loves his pup :(( maybe pup overhears him complaining about this very thing and he makes and off handed comment about returning her to the pound for a better dog (mean!), and she usually does not process any of his grumblings just wants to love on him but maybe she's extra sensitive that day so she takes it to heart :(((
at first he probably thinks you finally learned your lesson. you weren't meant to be on the bed in the first place, and he always made a big deal of huffing and puffing and turning his back on you even though he let you stick your cold nose right against his nape.
so the first night he takes it as a win. the second, he starts to miss your clumsy licks to his face, the way you would stumble on to the bed in the least inconspicuous way possible while still trying to be sneaky. he still doesn't do anything, convinces himself he doesn't care because this is how it was always meant to be.
by the third night he's sitting up in bed, cursing to himself before calling out "pup. c'mere."
it's quiet for a second before there's the pitter patter of your footsteps coming into the bedroom and then staring at him over the edge of the bed. he pats the bed and sighs when you look at the spot and then back at him. "come. up."
you jump, still very clumsy, enough that he has to reach over and help you up when you almost tip over and then you settle into the tiniest ball and look up at him with the saddest eyes :( he pats your head, "not feeling too good, pup?"
you just whine, so happy to have his touch again having missed him so so much!! and his bed smells like him just like you like, not like the bed in the kennel that just smells like you. he scratches your belly, "what's gotten into you, huh?"
"bad dog," you're still getting your voice, so the words come out scratchy but he makes them out all the same.
robby shakes his head, weirdly uneasy with you thinking that. "you're not a bad dog," your tail wags and he cracks a smile, still scratching your belly. "well, sometimes. you're a bit of a mess." the wagging slows down and your head tilts curiously, ears twitching. "but you're my messy pup. mine to train, and to punish when you misbehave." the wagging speeds up considerably, he sighs, resigned to your attachment to his punishments. "you can sleep on the bed, as long as yo—jesus, pup" the last words are muffled by your wet tongue on his face. he grabs at your tail and tugs a little at the base where he knows you're sensitive - you stutter sand hump at the air. "not a good start, mutt."
you’re sitting between robby’s legs on the couch, both of your feet up on the cushion, your back to his chest and your pussy completely exposed under his fingers.
n he’s mumbling in your ear, wet lips against your skin. “thaaats it, baby. come on, y’ gonna cum for dad? hmm? gonna be a good girl and cum all pretty for me? i know you can do it, sweet girl.”
n you’re all whimpers and whines, hips bucking into his hand as the circles he’s rubbing over your sensitive clit get faster n faster. “‘s too much, dad. please, too much.”
he lets out a low chuckle, delivering a gentle wet smack against your little pussy :( “too much? i’m barely touching you, baby. come on, you want to be a good girl f’ dad dont’cha?”
you nod weakly, trying your best not to squirm too much but it’s hard not to when robby touches you all soft like this.
“need a little help, huh?” he asks, sliding two fingers down, teasing your dripping entrance.
“please, daddy.” you moan, he slips both in at once, you’re already wet enough that he’s met with very little resistance. your whole body shudders as he pumps his fingers inside of your tight little hole and again when he uses his thumb to flick over your sensitive clit.
“there y’ go. you’re so close, huh? can feel her squeezing me. just let go, baby. you can do it, i know you can.” his lips are on your neck now, pressing hot wet kisses into your skin, nibbling and biting your pressure point all soft.
and just like that your orgasm finally crashes over you. your release dripping down his fingers to his wrist making him all wet and sticky as he holds your body tight against him with his free arm to stop you squirming away while he works you through your high.
once you’ve calmed down it’s all soft kisses and warm, sweet praises mumbled into your hair. “mm, there she is, my good girl. always so good for y’ dad, aren’t you? my sweet little thing.”
just a quick little something before work. hope u enjoy <3
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okay, stay with me! beach day with robby, like maybe you tag along with him to a medical conference or something and maybe he’s done with all his obligations for the day so you drag him to the beach with you. he stays with your stuff while you go off and play in the water and collect sea shells (you come show him every single one and ask if he likes it or if he thinks mr. abbot would like it) but robby has a timer set for every like 30 minutes to reapply your sunscreen. he calls you over and you kinda grumble and whine but secretly you like it (it’s not a secret to him) cause he gentle pets your face and really rubs it into you hips/thighs/ass/chest
18+ mdni hmmggh the thought of standing between his legs while he sits in his beach chair and him kneading the flesh of your thighs and ass and hips to work in the sunscreen… he’s so rough n drawn-out about it, somehow makes it seem so casual but also lewd at the same time…. patting your hip and sending you off with a “you’re good, kid.”
the shells thing yes!! walking back to him and opening your palm and handing him the contents pf your hand one by one… “look, this one has purple” “see the lines? it’s so pretty!” “this rock’s shaped like a heart” and he holds each up to his eyes, peering over his sunglasses, n nods and hums “i see, honey.” “very pretty. “it sure is.” UUUUUUUGH
dragging him into the water and clinging to him like a barnacle as he bobs in the waves <33 god i love him
