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if you snitch on other impostors when you get voted out as imp on among us genuinely go fuck yourself. i’ve been snitched on THREE TIMES today because of bitch ass fucking sore losers. there is no sufficient amount of expletives that can convey my deep hatred for these dumb evil stupid fucking cum sucking ballsacks of idiotic moronic cunts that do not have the decency to lose with grace. go fuck yourselves, fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your grandma, i hope you all get fucked in the ass by a fucking horse so deep horse cum is going to seep out from yalls fucking noses. curses on your bloodline for 1000 generations i hope you all get the plague and never heal from it. fucking snitches.
in addition to this i would just like to say if you are one of the idiotic dickwad players that always accuse but never give any sort of proof, regardless of whether or not your accusation was correct you are permanently considered to me a rude and inconsiderate piece of dogshit that doesn’t have the decency enough to actually engage in PROPER speculation. your little “it’s [color] trust” bullshit is exhausting and is not making it fun for imps specifically. even as crew, personally, it’s still not fun because there have been many cases where people have been VERY wrong and we ended up losing because apparently the entire crew went to school in a building made of mud with rocks for teachers. the problem is that, you are not giving ANY substantial evidence whatsoever that your claim is true and it gives off a feeling that you think you’re superior, that your sole opinion should be trusted without question (which is probably exactly what you’re trying to give off because you have no friends and you live in your moms basement eating your own farts and picking your nose for food), and it’s just plain annoying. i hope you drown in a ditch if you act that way. but wait! you’re not the only one who also needs to take responsibility. a big FUCK YOU to all of the mentally impaired ass sniffing little crew members that blindly vote people out too! without considering first the possibility of … i don’t know, having a civilized conversation with the accused AND the accuser? i beg you to please stop playing if you are not willing to participate in the game even the least bit smartly. and i beg you to go get a rope and a chair if you do this shit in EXPERT lobbies. you would think by joining an expert lobby you would finally be able to play with sensibly minded persons right? NO! apparently, the only grounds to qualify for an expert lobby is knowing what stage the viper kill is in.
if you snitch on other impostors when you get voted out as imp on among us genuinely go fuck yourself. i’ve been snitched on THREE TIMES today because of bitch ass fucking sore losers. there is no sufficient amount of expletives that can convey my deep hatred for these dumb evil stupid fucking cum sucking ballsacks of idiotic moronic cunts that do not have the decency to lose with grace. go fuck yourselves, fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your grandma, i hope you all get fucked in the ass by a fucking horse so deep horse cum is going to seep out from yalls fucking noses. curses on your bloodline for 1000 generations i hope you all get the plague and never heal from it. fucking snitches.
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jack abbot can't stop the way his brows are furrowing. he doesn't have a wife, but he does have someone he hopes to someday make his wife.
you. the realisation dawns on him like that.
its probably something simple. you miss him or something. he's rarely on the day shift and he knows how much it disrupts your routine when he's not there.
you need to speak to your daddy, thats it.
"thanks, princess, ill go call her."
he disappears to the ambulance bay in an odd moment of serenity in the ED. his wife. thats what you've said on the phone. a secret wish that belonged to the ring stuffed in his underwear drawer that you've just exposed to the world.
jack stands out in the ambulance bay, staring at robby's stupid motorbike. he pulled his phone from his pocket and clicks on your contact.
you pick up immediately. "jack!" you shriek and he's immediately worried.
"what is it, sweetheart?"
"I can't get out of the-" you scream again. "there's a spider!"
and jack pauses. he doesn't want to laugh, but its so hard to keep a straight face. he clears his throat, as if that'll help him compose himself. "where's the spider, sweetheart?"
"it's in the doorway!" you scream again. "daddy im scared."
and he can hear the genuine fear in your voice. this isn't silly to you. its a small spider, and you're terrified.
"okay baby, listen to me," he says and sits on the wall, bracing his hand on his knee. "you know the cup our toothbrushes are in?" he asks. there's silence and jack can only assume you've nodded. "dump our toothbrushes put and put the cup over the spider."
there's a little bit of commotion, your toothbrushes hitting the counter. but then, jack hears nothing. "i can't, daddy," you say and jack thinks you’re gonna start crying again.
"you can baby. just put it down carefully and it'll keep the spider contained until I get home."
"can you come home now?"
your voice breaks and jack feels his heart breaking with it. his sweet girl, you should never feel this scared.
"soon, baby," he answers as Dana joins him, cigarette in hand. she side eyes him, but jack keeps going. "put the cup on, step over it and go hide in the bedroom."
you sniffle. "can you stay on the line while I do it?"
"of course, baby," he says and hears you exhale. "just gotta be quick, okay?"
you give a quiet okay. Jack stays on the line with you while you put the glass over the spider. he tells you he's proud of you when you cheer and step over it.
"I gotta get back to work, baby," he says. "ill be home soon. love you."
"love you," you say back and end the call.
Dana looks at him, eyebrows raised. her way of asking what that was all about.
"my wife is scared of spiders," jack says and heads back inside.
pairing – dr. michael “robby” robinavitch x f!reader x dr. jack abbot; rabbot x reader
rating – mature. minors dni
wc – 6.6k
summary – reader is on a medical convention with her attending. what happens when she meets two charming doctors at the resort’s beach on their day off?
warnings – age gap (reader is in her late twenties to early thirties, robby and jack are in their late forties/early fifties). smut with a fluffy ending. complete filth. mmf. yes, there’s old men yaoi in this, robby and jack get frisky with each other, please be aware if you are not into it. voyeurism, female masturbation, fingering, a bit of manhandling, facesitting, oral (f and m receiving), protected sex and use of lube. p in v, double vaginal penetration, slight face fucking, some breathplay, spit play, slapping, pet names/name calling (sweetheart, honey, pretty girl, good girl, dumb, little slut, slut, trouble, sir), multiple orgasms, squirting. drinking (no one gets intoxicated, no dubcon). soft dom!jack, hard dom!robby. reader is the proud owner of a bush. once again, reader is a menace. reader has this grey area relationship with her attending that she doesn’t really see it, but it’s sort of implied. couple of e.r. nods thrown there. she/her pronouns and afab!reader. no specific descriptions of body type, race or ethnicity, but reader is described to wear one of robby’s shirts and to have a soft tummy. all lowercase for styling purposes.
a/n – hello, i come here today offering you some pure filth. tomorrow? probably some filth too, idk. this had me writing bulletpoints in the middle of the market. it’s named after my favourite threesome song, no i in threesome by interpol. also, i wanna thank you guys for following me, i just hit 500 followers yesterday. i’ll doing something to celebrate this week, maybe blurbs or headcanons, so stay tuned. also, i’m annoyed by how i described reader’s clothes in one scene (you’ll know which one it is), just know it looks like the jumpsuit fleabag wore when she met the hot priest for the first time. well, i’m rambling once again. ciao! feedback is appreciated! hope you enjoy it and thank you for reading 🤎
dividers by @/uzmacchiato
you hate conventions. you hate how stuffy they feel, how you have to smile and fake laugh and play pretend, only to stroke the easily bruised egos of doctors who one day could be your boss. it fucking sucks that you can’t be yourself.
but still, you come. you come because, for some reason you are still to find out, your attending loves you. not in the “i expect something sexual out of you” way (which you wouldn’t complain, to be honest, she’s a beautiful woman), but maybe in a “i see me in you” way. it has been like this since you were an intern, and now as an r3, you two only seem to get closer.
it’s great, you can’t lie. you adore her and you are thankful for everything she does for you, it’s like having a best friend and a mentor all in one. yeah, people talk a lot, speculate about your relationship and even rh got involved once, but it’s nothing besides a mentor and her mentee bond.
and because of that, you’ve been to so many conventions and expos that you’ve lost count.
yeah, you hate it, but it has its perks. like staying at a beach resort in cancun.
it’s the second to last day of the convention, the one they usually let everyone do what they want during the day and throw a big party to close it off at night. so you do what most of the people do, you go to the resorts’ beach.
it’s earlyish, around 8a.m. the sun is not that hot yet and it’s pleasant enough for you to bask in it. as you expected, the beach is not crowded, most of the doctors usually sleep late on the last day and you like to take advantage of that. so you set your towel on the sand, untie your bikini top so you don’t get any tanlines, reapply your spray sunscreen and turn the music on your headphones on. you brought a book, one of those spicy romances that you liked to read to escape reality, but this one wasn’t doing it for you, so you decide to just enjoy the music and the nature’s view.
your approach to the beach is a bit methodic. you tan for fifteen minutes in the front, turn around and tan for another fifteen on the back. then you stay for god knows how long in the water and get back to the hotel for breakfast. it’s usually when the beach starts to get a bit more crowded, by 09:30.
it’s around the ten minute mark of your back tanning session when you feel someone approach, they sit down on the bench-like shaped rock that nature had carved over the years. they are lucky enough to start talking in that ‘in between songs’ silent period, so you hear a male voice say “you here for the medical convention?”
you pause the music, something you don’t do for many people, take the headphones off and raise your head to see the owner.
it’s a man in his late forties, handsome with an edge. these really soft looking, salt and pepper curls that you know it would be great to pull on, the stubble of a day old beard and the prettiest hazel-green eyes you have ever seen. he is tanned, freckled skin and toned body. he doesn’t really have a six pack, but there’s hint of a v line that is making you salivate. you can see that he wears a prosthesis on his right leg, and that somehow just adds to his aura.
after your eyes get used to the clarity once again, you answer. “yeah, you?”
he nods. “dr. jack abbot. attending, emergency medicine. just jack,” he shakes his head and snorts “i’m not a doctor right now, am i?” he extends his hand, offering a handshake. you take and offer him your name, when you are about to give him your position and what you are specialising in, he says. “no, hold on. let me guess.” he sees you are struggling with the straps of your bikini top, wanting to tie it again so you can sit up and give him better attention, so he gets up and offers to tie it for you. he smells so good, woody, earthy and a bit salty. the tip of his fingers brush against the nape of your neck and goosebumps rise over your arms. you think he notices it as he lets a little huff out. he pulls the strings a bit and asks “too tight?” and you shake your head. when he finishes, he says “there you go.” and you sit up.
“so… you’re an r2, maybe r3, in dermatology.” jack says, very confidently.
you laugh. “close, you’re good at this. i’m an r3, almost r4, in dermatology and emergency medicine.”
“double specialty?” he whistles. “you’re a tough one, huh?”
“or maybe i just hate myself.” you laugh and he shakes his head.
“you look like a smart girl.”
“thanks.” you feel the heat rise on you face. “what about your guard dog over there?” you say as you point to the other man sitting on a lounge chair in one of the huts that oversees the beach. you had noticed he has been staring for a while.
you had seen him around the resort before. he’s tall, with dark hair and a beard that is getting some grays in it, very charming. he’s probably in the same age range as jack, but opposite to jack, he has a hairy torso and a soft tummy, one you would commit crimes just to lay your head on. he has an almost boyish charm to him, kind eyes that fools the untrained ones, he definitely hides some darkness in there.
jack laughs at your choice of words. “that’s robby, he’s my best friend.” jack cocks his head back at robby. “what do you think he is?" you look at him, take a good look at him. he smiles and waves at you. you return the gesture and hums, pretending to be thinking. “trauma surgeon. chief attending?”
jack laughs an honest laugh. “oh, he’s gonna hate that.” he cleans his face from a happy tear that fell and continues. “tell me, sweetheart, did you have breakfast already?” you shake your head, denying. “come on then, join us.”
jack helped you up, helped you gather your belongings and even carried your beach bag for you. his hand felt warm on your middle back, and made you wonder how it would feel like somewhere else.
“she thinks you’re a surgeon.” jack says and laughs when robby’s face sours.
“you think so little of me, honey?” robby says as he extends his hand for you to shake. “michael robinavitch. you can call me robby.”
you laugh shyly at the tone of his voice and accepts the hand shake. you give him your name and your position and specialisation and his eyes wide, followed by an acknowledging nod. “so we got a genius between us. smart girl.” he gives you that sweet smile again.
the constant praise from two of the hottest men you’ve ever seen is making something boil inside of you that you only felt when you used to hookup with the attending surgeon during your intern year. he left for a better position at a hospital in new york. no one ate you out like he did. you miss him. robby reminds you of him a lot, maybe that influenced your answer.
you have a surprisingly good time with the two of them. they are funny, jack in a cranky way and robby in a self deprecating way. sounds weird but it’s very charming. they ask about you first, so tell them you are a resident at chicago county general hospital, that you liked it there but that you are not sure if it’s going to be your end game. you tell them about your attending, how she always brings you to these events, only to, when robby asks her name, find out they went to med school together.
they tell you about pittsburgh and the ptmc, how different it is to be attending during the day and night (you can see the stark difference between them, jack is more laid back, the kind that has already accepted the woes of life and just goes with it, and robby… well, he looks like he is one wellness check call away). jack tells you about the military and robby about how it was working during covid. you guys talk about hobbies, you tell them you don’t have much time right now, but that you like to knit to destress, jack tells you how he is a volunteer tactical medic, to which you say “oh, so you work as a hobby?” he shakes his head and laughs. robby says he is working on a bike and goes for rides, you nod your head in a slight condescending manner and say “and you are in a midlife crisis and have a death wish. hot.”
robby looks at you, purses his lips a few times and smiles. “you’re trouble.”
you nod and tell him. “yeah, an old man told me this, once. you remind me of him.” and smile. both him and jack laugh.
conversation flows so easily between the three of you that you lose track of time. you only realise you’ve spent all morning with them when your attending texts asking if the outing into the city you two had decided to go on last night, for lunch and shopping, is still up. so you tell them you got to go, you say your goodbyes and jack asks “will we see you tonight at the party, sweetheart?”
you nod. “yeah.”
to say you were nervous for the party was an underestimate. did you have a reason to? maybe? you don’t know. yeah, you wanted to see robby and jack again, maybe hookup with one of them, they seemed interested. were you seeing things where there aren’t none? maybe, you were really trying not to think too much about it.
so you got dressed, thanked your past self for packing the outfit that always grabbed the attention from older guys when you wore it, black wide legged trousers and the black high neck top with a plunging cut, comfortable black heels and cherry perfume. enough make up to just accentuate your features.
you spent more time pep talking yourself than anything else.
not long after, your attending knocked and you left for the bar together.
it’s not a party per se, they closed the bigger bar of the resort like they do most years, hired some local band to play live music while people talked, drank and ate. it is nice, it is a distraction, the food is good and the drinks are even better. it is also a good opportunity to talk, to make yourself known, to maybe get in the good graces of some attending or director of a hospital in an interesting city.
your attending knows you don’t want to stay in chicago, which makes her sad, but she’s supportive enough, she has been there too and wished someone had done the same for her, so she introduces you to everyone she knows.
and that’s how you spent the last two hours, forcing smiles so many times you jaw aches, talking to men and women about your skills and hoping they would remember you a year from now. it’s tiring. your feet hurt and you need a drink. also, no sight of robby and jack the whole night. you wonder if they will show up.
you excuse yourself, tell your attending you need some air and head to the outdoor area. there is a smaller bar counter there, one used to serve the few people that are outside smoking or the ones that don’t want to be bothered by the crowd.
you sit down, ask for a paloma and, after it’s served, you turn around to people watch.
you loved doing this during conventions, it was rather funny seeing the uptight doctors let loose. so far you have seen one being carried out by his friends, completely shit faced, another resident, probably an r1, throw up behind a bush, the neurosurgeon you attending hated leave with someone who definitely isn’t his wife, and your attending chatting up the cardiologist she always hooked up with during these events. that made you laugh and shake your head.
“what’s so funny?” you heard the same voice that asked you this morning if you were here for the convention, ask.
you smile at jack. “nothing in particular.”
he looks at you for a while, takes in your form, eyes spending a little too much time on the plunging cut of your top, then on your lips, the red of your lipstick a bit too mesmerising, and finally, he looks you in your eyes. you sip on the last of your drink as he does, almost as a dare.
jack looks good, knit cream shirt that hugs his muscular chest and arms, almost popping when he flexes it, and a deep shade of brown slacks that sits so pretty on his butt. a nice watch on his wrist, nice pair of dress shoes, hair messy enough to be effortlessly stylish. picture perfect for a date night.
he shakes his head, finally taking the seat beside you. jack leans on, lips almost touching the tip of your ear lobe. “see that guy over there?” he points to a tall man, probably in his fifties talking to a woman. he continues after you nod. “he got so shitfaced once in one of these that he woke up buttnaked in the corridor near his room. the maid was the one to find him in the morning.”
that made you laugh harder than it should, and hold jack’s arm in reflex. “oh, that poor woman.”
“what are you drinking?” jack asks and you tell him. “had too many of those?”
“no, this is my first one. don’t really like going over the board in these events.”
jack hums in agreement. “good girl.” the praise makes you bite the inside of your lower lip, the way jack squeezes your arm lets you know he saw it. “want another?”
you nod.
“another one of what she’s having for her and whiskey for me. neat.” he tells the bartender.
comfortable silence falls between you as you wait for your drinks, the thumb of the hand that squeezed you is now on your elbow, tracing soft circles. you wonder if jack realises what he is doing or if it is automatic to him.
it makes your legs press together a bit harder.
when the bartender finally hands you your drinks, jack grabs them and asks you to follow him. he takes you to one of the conversation pits a bit further from the loud bar and near the sand. as if he read your mind, he tells you “robby is having to kiss ass right now. something about a possible donor to the hospital and the directors wanted him to talk to her.” you nod.
he notices you looking at the ring on his finger. “no wife waiting at home. well, just the one in the urn.”
your face contorts when you squeeze your eyes shut. “jesus, jack.” you laugh and he follows you.
your laughter is interrupted by robby complaining. “i swear to god, if gloria makes me do this again i’ll be jumping off the roof.” he bows down and kisses your head. “hi, honey.”
you smile and wave your fingers at him.
something about robby’s outfit makes you overheat. nice shoes, dark wash jeans with a straight cut, white button down, the first two buttons unbuttoned, enough to give you a peak of his chest hair, and a black jacket. well fitted, so well fitted that it frames his shoulders perfectly, showing how broad he is. it’s making you lightheaded.
“chief attending, the face of the ptmc, baby!” jack exclaims and robby shoots him a warning look.
they talk about admin stuff, the donor and things that don’t really concern you, so you just sit there looking pretty and nodding sometimes.
they are talking about something that happened in one of those donor parties when your attending calls your name. she sees robby sitting near you and goes to talk to him.
“robby, hi! haven’t seen you in a while.” she tells the older man as she hugs him. robby introduces jack and she introduces her cardiologist fling.
he squeezes your shoulder and you see how fast robby’s and jack’s eyes ping pongs between his hand, him and you. you stifle a laugh.
your attending looks at you and the two man, how close you are sitting next to them. she gives you a knowing smile. “sweetie, just stopped by to tell you i’m heading back and see if you need anything.”
“i’m good.” you tell her.
she nods, looking at you a bit longer than necessary. she turns to robby and starts talking. “robinavitch, you’ve got a precious gem in your hands. you better take good care of her. she’s the best professional i’ve ever had the pleasure of working with.”
“don’t worry, i will. keep singing her praises and i might steal her from you.”
“we’ll see.” she laughs. “bye guys.”
robby is quiet, you notice him studying you while you and jack talk enthusiastically about procedures he did during the military, he was in the middle of explaining a surgery he did in the middle of the desert when robby asks “why don’t we head back too?” the two of you look at him. “what do you say, honey?”
you nod, getting up. “yeah, let’s go.”
the warmth of both of the men’s hands on your back is dizzying.
the walk back to their room is quiet. you think it’s robby’s by the way he is leading. you’re thankful his suite is located on the opposite side of the resort of yours and your attending’s.
when you arrive at his room, you notice it has the same layout as yours. spacious, big tv, a desk with a chair, king size bed and floor to ceiling windows that led to a view of the beach. you love that you can hear the waves crashing.
you sit down on the end bed, jack following suit, sitting by your right. his hand is less shy now, roaming around the small of your back with the slowest pass of fingers, squeezing your waist from time to time. robby is still by the threshold looking at the two of you, silently. it’s when jack kisses your shoulder and gives it a nip that makes you bite your lip that robby speaks again. “honey, you know that–“
you interrupt him. “robby, i know what you want. wouldn’t be here if i didn’t want the same. i clocked your ‘me and my–“ you pause, considering which word to use. “friend saw you from across the bar and really liked your vibe’ vibe.” jack laughs at your comment, giving the base of your neck another nip, you whimper and continue. “it’s not the first time, probably won’t be the last.”
robby nods, uncrossing his arms. you tap the spot on your left, and he sits.
you turn your head to face him, a smile on your lips. “hi.”
“hi, honey.”
you smile again, look from his eyes to his lips a couple of times and kiss him.
it’s hot, but not messy as you thought it would be. robby kisses you with precision, a hand on the back of your head, through your hair, to bring you closer. it’s commanding, imperative, his tongue works yours with ease, taking everything you have to give.
jack still on your neck, biting you hard enough to bruise. his hand squeezes your breasts through your top. he notices that you are braless, and pinches one of your perky nipples. you moan in robby’s mouth and that makes him tighten the grip on your hair.
you lift your right hand, feeling around to find jack’s head. you run your fingers through his hair, gripping it tight to pull him to join the kiss.
robby groans when he feels jack’s lips connect with yours. the feeling of both of their tongues on yours is thrilling, makes a shiver run down your spine and your pussy get wetter.
both of your hands are occupied playing with their hairs, also pulling them closer.
you pull out to take a breath. robby and jack continue kissing without you, the hottest sight you have ever seen. it’s rough, borderline animalistic, the way the men are eating each other.
you sit back on the bed to watch, bracing yourself on your elbows. they bite and pull, undressing each other. your breath hitches when they unzip their slacks, hands working with expert movements on the other man’s cock.
you unzip your own trousers, fingers rapidly making their way to your throbbing, neglected clit. you feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with the sight. it is maddening, you have been in threesomes before, say a configuration and you have done it (your first years of medical school were… something), but this, the sight of two of the hottest dudes you have ever seen, the kind of men you and your friends would fantasise about on sleepovers, going at it is truly maddening.
you wonder if this is how tashi felt in challengers.
you can feel the beginning of your orgasm building and it’s the moan that slips past your lips that breaks their bubble.
it’s overwhelmingly hot the way they are looking at you, almost predatory. they are heaving and the way their hard cocks move with the motion of their bodies is hypnotising.
it’s not those monster cocks people talk about in books or fanfiction, but big enough that you know they will hit the right places. jack’s is longer, a bit thinner in girth but slightly curved upwards. robby’s is shorter but thicker, enough to make you worry about how you are going to make it fit.
jack is the one to break the silence. “look at her, robby. the poor thing is having to touch herself.”
“we are bad hosts, jack. we invite her over and leave her like this.” robby says in such a condescending tone that you get wetter, somehow. “but this isn’t about us. i’m sorry, honey.”
they come over to you, assuming their previous position by your sides. jack helps you take your shirt off and robby’s eyes widen the slightest bit when he sees you braless.
he kisses your necks, makes the way down your shoulder to your left breast, peppering small kisses. before he takes your nipple between his lips, he asks “you’re a little slut, aren’t you? a needy, little slut.” you hum and nod.
jack pops the nipple he was sucking on out of his mouth, slowly licking it before saying “answer him, sweetheart.”
you gulp and nod and say “yeah, i’m a needy little slut.” in a breathy voice.
“good girl.” jack tells you and goes back to sucking your nipple.
robby nods, give your perky tit a couple of kisses before starting to suck it himself.
it’s overwhelming in the best way possible. the way they alternate between licking, sucking and lightly grazing their teeth has you bracing yourself on the duvet, and your other hand working faster on your clit. you are at the tipping point of your orgasm when you let out a shuddering moan and jack notices. he grabs your wrist, taking your hand out of your pants, it makes you whine in protest and he shushes you. jack brings your hand to his lips, sucking one of the two fingers you were using. he calls robby, who looks up at the two of you. he quickly understands what jack wants and opens up his mouth so jack can shove your fingers in. robby sucks them, humming.
you whisper a “shit”, breathless.
robby tells you are very sweet.
jack agrees.
they get back to assaulting your nipples and jack’s fingers replace yours on your clit. he let’s out a barely understandable “fuck” when he feels your bush.
you were always one to wax, until one day with that surgeon ex, where he told you he felt weird about eating you hairless and asked you to grow it out. you always kept it trimmed like it is now, and somehow that was always a hit with the older guys you used to go out with.
you’re once again thankful to your past self for cancelling the brazilian and going for a bikini line instead.
jack is so dexterous with his fingers, maybe it’s a combination of the size of his digits and the pressure that he is applying that makes your orgasm fastly build again and crash without a warning. it knocks the air out of you.
both of the men get up, jack lays down on the middle of the bed while robby takes your pants and underwear off.
you can hear jack tell you to sit on his face, but the orgasm hit you so hard, your ears are ringing. it takes you a bit to compute what he had said.
robby stands by your side, sarcastic smile on his face and cock painfully hard. “one orgasm made her dumb, jack. a dumb, needy little slut.” he holds you by your arm, not strong enough to hurt, but enough the manhandle you up on your feet. robby takes you to where jack’s head is and jack orders “sit, not hover.”
you sit, and holy fucking shit, jack’s tongue feels great on you. it’s the pressure, the way he alternates between sucking and licking your, the way he grips your thighs so hard you know you will have five bruises on each one. you grab his hair to use it as leverage so you can move your hips to chase another orgasm. looking down, you see his hazel eyes clouded, staring at you with the hint of a smile. you are a bit lost in this trance when you feel a tug on your hair. robby brings your face down to his dick and cocks his head, silently telling you to suck it.
you do. start with kitten licks on its head, tasting the salty pre cum. you kiss your way down to the base, playing with his balls a bit before tracing a messy wet path back up, finally taking it inside your mouth. you sink it down slowly, getting used to the thick girth and the weight of it. it hits the back of your throat, making you gag a bit, but quickly you control your breath. the tip of your nose hits robby’s tummy and the coarse hair tickles you. you look up at him, making a show of shaking your head slowly, as if trying to swallow more.
robby gives you an incredulous looking toothy smile, muttering “you really are trouble huh, my little slut?”
you smile at him and pull your head all the way back before setting a semi fast pace to suck his cock, hitting it on the back of your throat every time.
it is so much all at once that you only remember you are riding jack’s face when he pinches your nipple to come out for air. he laughs at the sight, thumb still stimulating your clit before he dives back in, this time, easing his index and middle finger inside your weeping hole. obviously experienced, jack finds your spongy spot in record time, and massages it in a torturous speed, that combined with his lips sucking your pearl, brings you closer to the edge one more time.
you pull robby’s dick out of your mouth fast, a line of spit connecting your lips to the head of his cock.
“fuck, i’m– i’m cumming!” you announce. robby wipes the spit all over your face, bringing your lips back to his cock once again. he chokes you on it, just enough to make you lightheaded, enhancing the shocking feeling of your second orgasm. he pulls you back with a somewhat proud face and you tumble over to jack’s side. your chest heaves as you look for air, the hormones released making you laugh.
jack turns to you, hand caressing your belly and he tries to kiss your shoulder, but you stop him.
“sensitive?” he asks and you nod. he noses your hair line and tells you “breathe, pretty girl.”
you do. ten seconds or ten minutes pass, you are so blissed out that you have no idea. you can hear robby walking around the room and unzipping something, perhaps a bag. something plasticky hits jack’s chest and when you finally open your eyes, you see him rolling a condom down his shaft.
still a bit wobbly, you sit back up. jack comes closer to you, holds your sweat covered, hair sticking to it face. “you ok?”
you nod quickly. “yeah.” voice a bit hoarse from getting your throat abused.
jack smiles, “you are doing great, baby.” he kisses your lips. “so good to us, pretty girl.” he lays back down, and when you are going to align yourself over his dick, he tells you to turn around. of course you do as told, finding robby sitting at the end of the bed, looking at you. you straddle jack, stroke his cock a few times and sink yourself in it, the speed punching the air of both of your lungs. jack holds you down for a bit, getting adjusted to the feeling.
he squeezes your waist and moves his hips up, signaling for you to start moving too. tucking your feet under his hips, you start to ride him, slowly increasing your movements. robby holds your jaw, thumb tracing circles to the underside of it.
“maybe she’s not that dumb, jack. didn’t even need to tell her to ride it.” he squeezes your cheeks, kissing your pouty lips. “but she’s still a slut.”
you smile at him.
“you like this, don’t you?” he asks
“yes, sir.”
the grin he gives you is almost cartoonish.
“lay back on his chest.” robby instructs, helping you. jack holds your waist, scooting back up to the headboard. he starts plowing into you.
robby positions himself between jack’s thighs and wastes no time, attacking your clit. the scene is pornographic, robby licks and sucks your clit, alternating his attention between your pussy and jack’s cock, sucking and gurgling on it when the pipe slips out of your cunt.
you adjust yourself against jack’s torso, all you can do is laugh. not a mocking laugh, but an incredulous one, full of want and desire, not believing that one of your dirtiest dreams is coming true. your right hand goes to robby’s head, not forcing him closer or anything like that, just relishing in the feeling of how it moves. you do the same to jack, left hand sneaking up to play with the curls on the nape of his neck.
“feels great, doesn’t it, pretty girl?” jack asks, a bit breathless. you nod and moan when the tip of his cock hits the right spot. “you have no idea how this feels for me. your sweet tight pussy and mikey’s warm mouth? i’m in heaven.”
you feel robby let out a huffy laugh while sucking your clit, the vibration making your legs close around his head.
“you gonna cum again, baby?” jack questions,
you barely let out a shaky “yeah” when your orgasm hits. it’s a soundless one, your mouth forms an “o” shape, your fingers tight around jack’s curls, hand pushing robby’s face closer to your core while tightening the leg hold you had on him, whole body shaking.
robby’s face is so red when you finally let go of him that it wakes you up a little, the fear of having hurt him bubbling up.
he has such a happy look on his face that ends up lessening your worries.
robby climbs up to you, gives jack a fiery kiss and turns to you. “open your mouth.” you do, and stick your tongue out. robby spits on it and you swallow, smiling up at him again.
“you good?” he checks on you.
“i’m great.” you say, stretching your arms and relishing on the feeling of jack squishing the soft of your tummy.
“do you want or need anything?”
“you.” you tell robby.
“really?”
you hum.
robby kisses your temple. “since you’ve been so good to us, i’ll let you choose how you want me.”
you scurry out of jack’s embrace and ask robby to get up. grabbing two pillows, you lay prone, using one to rest your head and the other you position under your stomach.
robby shakes his head and gives your ass a slap. “you are heaven sent, trouble.”
he grabs the condom you saw him set on the bedside table earlier, and shows it to you before rolling it down his shaft.
you feel robby caging your legs between his as he starts to sink into you. jack caresses your head, tells you to breathe, knowing that, after everything the three of you did, robby still is a tight fit.
you mumble a “fuck” when he is finally all the way in and he warns you when he’s going to start to move. it’s overwhelming, robby has his right arm around your neck tight enough to cloud your thoughts and his soft stomach fits perfectly on the curve of your back. you sneak a hand between your legs to touch your clit. all of this combined with the heavy weight of robby’s body make you cum embarrassingly fast.
“shit, you squirted.” robby says. “good girl.”
he snakes his arms around your waist, turning you around so you are on top of him. jack is standing up now and you see them looking at each other.
jack is the one to speak now. “sweetheart, look at me.” you do. “i’m gonna ask you something and you can say no. do you think you can take both of us, at the same time?”
you splutter, looking at him at a loss of words. this is a fucking fever dream. you notice you have been silent for a while when robby runs his hand through your arm.
you nod, probably too enthusiastic for your liking. “yeah… yes, i can try.”
jack nods and grabs a bottle of lube from god knows where.
he squirts some of the gel on your pussy, you hiss at the cold. jack takes his time loosening you out, spreading it around, two of his fingers sharing space on your cunt with robby’s cock.
jack squirts more lube, now on his own cock. he positions himself between your legs and tells you he is going in. it is so slow you think you are going to pass out from anticipation. it doesn’t hurt, the lube helps out, of course, the only thing you feel is a pressure towards your stomach. jack finally bottoms out and you release the breath you were holding.
jack kisses you, reassuringly. they start moving in sync and it is such a weird feeling. it is good, of course it is, but it is like a puzzle that finally came together.
their groans fill you with a sense of pride, giving you a bit of a power trip. it is not long after that they come, robby first and jack a few seconds later.
you don’t come this time and you couldn’t care less after the other four you had.
jack slips out and sits by the end of the bed. you move too, laying by robby’s side on the bed. the three of you stay in silence, letting your breathings regulate. you hear jack get up and go towards the bathroom, then the sound of water running. he comes back a minute later with a warm, wet towel.
“open your legs, sweetheart.” he cleans you so delicately that it makes you swoon. you hadn’t noticed, but robby had gotten up too, and comes back with a bottle of water for you. “drink, honey.”
you feel two pair of eyes staring at you as you gulp the water down. “what?”
jack purses his lips and shakes his head, a hint of smile on his eyes.
“are you ok? how are you feeling?” robby asks.
“i’ve never been better. holy shit.”
they laugh at your answer.
“come on, then.” robby nudges your thigh. “let’s shower.” he pulls you up and you ask jack if he is coming with you two. he shakes his head, tells you he will shower later.
robby tells you that jack doesn’t like showering together, something about his leg.
you notice that there are a few clothes waiting for you in the bathroom, a shirt and boxers.
“pee.” robby says, folding his arms and pointing at the toilet with one finger.
you laugh. “i’m not peeing in front of you.”
he looks at you with a pointed look. “i had my face on your pussy five minutes ago and you don’t want to pee in front of me?” he says, laughing as he enters the shower box. “alright.”
“asshole.” you giggle.
you join robby under the water. it’s perfectly warm and the pressure does wonders on your muscles. robby is incredibly sweet, a contrast from the man calling you a slut moments ago. he holds you close and kisses you all over. robby takes time washing and conditioning your hair and scrubbing your body. you try to do the same for him, but he tells you to go get dry and put on some clothes.
the shirt he let out for you is one of his old ones from college, a little frayed and soft from being over used.
when you get back to the bedroom, you find jack sitting on the bed, zapping channels. he kisses you and you ask if he is ok, he tells you he has never felt better.
after everyone had showered, robby ordered room service. pizza, burgers, fries and tiramisu, some wine and coke too.
you have been eating in silence for some time now, barely paying attention to what was on the tv.
“you guys always do this?” you break the stillness.
“what? this?” robby points between him and jack. “or this?” he points between the three of you.
you had meant the latter, but you say “both.”
they look at each other, but jack is the one to answer. “we do this sometimes.” jack says, talking about the both of them. “to let out some steam. but it’s the first time with somebody else, we had thought about it, but never found someone we liked.”
you nod, shy smile. “cool.”
you finish eating in silence, robby cleans out the mess and puts the food cart out in the corridor.
“d’you want to sleep here?” he asks.
“mhm.”
robby tidies up the bed and as he does, he casually asks “do you know where you are applying for after your residency ends? where you want to work, maybe a fellowship?”
“i’m considering my options.” you say as you climb on the bed. jack is already laying there, waiting for you. you lay by his side, hugging him. robby goes right after, holding you two.
“maybe you should consider pittsburgh.” jack tells you.
“i will.”
a follow up blurb
domesticblisss 2026. comments and reblogs are appreciated.
imagine you are tipsy, almost drunk, and pope picks you up but you don’t recognize him and you kinda flirt with him bc subconsciously he looks familiar but you also set a limit bc who’s this stranger? and it drives him crazyyyyyy (also can i be 🛼 anon if it’s not taken? bc popes likes skateboarding and i’d love to skate next to him?)
hiiii, of course, 🛼 !! <33
“oaaahhh my gosh! you have a cool truck—looks like my boyfriend’s!”
you’re stumbling out of the bar, pretty drunk as you see pope’s truck parked along the curb. you walk up, slugging your arms through the window, giving him a dumb smile n and wink.
pope grunts, smirking a bit, “babe—get in the car.” you gasp, mock putting your hand to your chest, “babe? m sorry, my boyfriend is coming to pick me up, and if he heard that he’d beat you up.” pope rolls his eyes, unlocking the car, hoping you get the hint to jump in.
you just lean in closer, whispering, “y’know… you’re kinda cute—love the moody thing you got goin’ on. love your curls too. mhmmmm.” pope chuckles, sighing, “thought you had a boyfriend, sweetheart.”
you tap your chin playfully, humming, “he doesn’t have to know.” and you wink—but that comment has him turning a bit serious. “kay, that’s enough, doll. get in the car.”
you squeeze your thighs a bit, panties drenched at his tone, n you open the truck door, moaning, “you’re no fun!”
and him punishing u when u get home for being SUCH a bad girl, flirting with other men even if it just happened to be him ... tsk. gotta fuck that mouth and mind clean, i guess :(
robby who likes to pin you down and have his way with you
he manhandles you on the bed so you’re spread out under him, kneeing your legs apart, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other holding your leg up to your shoulder so you’re completely at his mercy.
he’s pistoning into you at just the right angle to make you squeal with every thrust. slow, sharp strokes that knock the air out of your lungs, where he pulls back until just the tip is in only to slam into you deep, rolling his hips.
“that’s it, baby girl,” he coos almost condescendingly, “take every last inch. i know you can.”
or maybe he takes you from behind, one hand on the back of your head shoving your face into the pillow and forcing your spine to arch while the other restrains your hands behind your back. your muffled moans join the wet squelch of your pussy and the slap of his balls against your clit as he fucks into you desperately, no longer holding back.
“love having you like this,” he groans so low it almost sounds like a growl, sweat rolling down his forehead. “i could do anything i want to you, and you couldn’t stop me.”
and he can tell you like that by the way you get even tighter around him.
if you snitch on other impostors when you get voted out as imp on among us genuinely go fuck yourself. i’ve been snitched on THREE TIMES today because of bitch ass fucking sore losers. there is no sufficient amount of expletives that can convey my deep hatred for these dumb evil stupid fucking cum sucking ballsacks of idiotic moronic cunts that do not have the decency to lose with grace. go fuck yourselves, fuck you, fuck your mom, fuck your grandma, i hope you all get fucked in the ass by a fucking horse so deep horse cum is going to seep out from yalls fucking noses. curses on your bloodline for 1000 generations i hope you all get the plague and never heal from it. fucking snitches.
andrew and gf being soooo loud they make it everyone else's problem
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craig finally understood why his brothers acted the way they did. why they gave him looks and cursed him out any time he stepped out of his room in the morning, hickeys to be found all over his neck and shoulders and red lines trailing down the length of his back.
because last night he'd learned just how thin the walls at the cody house were.
he'd learned that, yeah, maybe he should've been a little more considerate of his brothers when staying up all night with a new girl in his room every other day.
but, to be fair, there was no way for craig to know that this was what his brothers were hearing through all hours of the night when his promiscuity got the best of him.
"i swear to god, if i hear one more 'andy-!' i'm going to march in there with a shotgun."
deran could only chuckle into his mouthful of cereal, clearly way less impacted by the noise than his brother.
he was used to it. courtesy of craig himself.
"what, not as fun when it's not a girl screaming your name?"
before craig could answer, the slam of a headboard hitting the wall that separated the kitchen and pope's room began to accelerate once more, interrupting anything he could've said.
and when he opened his mouth after a short pause, he was interrupted once more, except this time by something worse — wails of his brother's name.
"a-andy, fuck! please, fuck, andy—!"
"you've gotta be fucking kidding me," he muttered under his breath before addressing his brother, "no. in fact, sex completely loses its appeal when i'm not the one on the receiving end."
"shit! oh, andyandyandy- don't stop!"
craig rolled his eyes, movements brusque as he took out a few things to make himself breakfast. he could feel a headache coming in.
"hey, be happy it's only her you can hear. i can't even imagine what pope would soun-"
craig grimaced, "don't finish that sentence, man. i don't wanna know what fucking pope sounds like during sex."
deran shrugged, continuing to eat his soggy cereal. nonchalance seethed out of him.
some moments of silence passed between the brothers, with the occasional eye roll from craig and the snicker from deran as the noises came and went. both brothers shared a fleeting thought, which was just how long could the two of you go for?
"i mean, there's no way pope's that good, right?"
"dude, you just said you didn't want to think about pope having sex."
"okay, but listen," craig interrupted halfway through making himself a sandwich, "do you hear that? there's no way she's not faking it. pope can't be that good. he's way smaller than me, his dick can't be that-"
"dude."
"i'm just saying—!"
unfortunately, the hammering at the wall reached its crescendo just then, halting any further conversation that could be had.
your screams increased in volume, and now a few sounds could be heard coming from the other party involved. andrew's pained groans joined your wails, making both guys share a look of terror between one another.
and then a very loud grunt from pope was followed by silence.
craig felt some heat reach his neck, but he shook his head in a shudder in order to snap out of it.
meanwhile, deran felt weirdly shocked. he was happy that his brother had found what seemed to be the one and trusted them enough to bring her back home, but this was way more than he'd ever expected to hear from a brother. and this was said with craig's sexcapades in mind.
"okay, i'm gonna kill him-"
"that'll just make him go harder next time."
"fuck, you're right."
and so they found themselves at an impasse.
after the silence began to invade the next room over, it didn't take long for the eldest cody brother to walk into the room, breaking the awkward and defeated silence that had formed in the kitchen.
as expected, be was almost fully nude, with only a tight pair of boxers covering his manhood and a variety of marks adorning his upper body — although craig's nosy eyes noticed a faded trail of hickeys to be found on pope's inner thighs, making him gag internally.
andrew immediately took notice of the weird silence and the shared looks behind his back as he neared the fridge for some cold water.
slowly turning around, he asked, in a somewhat pointed tone, "what?"
settled on opposite sides of the kitchen island, his brothers looked to him with different expressions.
deran seemed mostly incredulous. craig was just frustrated — either jealousy or annoyance, not even he could tell.
"'andy'?" was all craig said.
"got a problem, craig?"
"maybe keep it down next time, yeah, brother?"
deran sighed, continuing to occupy himself with his cereal. pope could be a bit of a ticking time bomb if poked just at the right moment. this was uncharted territory, so he wasn't very sure how much craig could push before making pope blow up.
but craig continued.
his crown had been toppled a little, maybe.
"you're saying that to me?"
with a scoff and an incredulous chuckle, andrew turned back to the fridge, grabbing himself two water bottles before closing it back up and facing his brothers once more. to him, the conversation must've been over.
"i'm just saying, it's a shared space. i don't need to hear your girlfriend, or whatever, screaming your name all fucking night."
pope's eye twitched at the tone in which the word girlfriend was said, but he let it slide.
there was a certain, uncharted, sense of pride he felt at the comment.
his girlfriend screaming his name all night long.
yeah. this could easily become the new normal to him. he had felt a slight surge of confidence upon leaving his room that morning, somewhat aware of how much noise you'd been making, but just completely careless about it. it had been at the back of his mind, but every thrust just buried the thought deeper. up until the point where it became completely insignificant.
(how could he think about decorum when he had you under him, clawing at his back, crying out 'andyandyandy-' in the prettiest voice he'd ever heard, going higher and higher the more he lost himself in your pussy—)
but when he turned around, craig continued to glare at him as if he'd personally offended him.
and normally andrew would've been perfectly fine with decking him, telling him to get fucked, and walking past him. but a very welcome interruption entered the room before he could.
"baby?"
it came from behind craig, leading to the hallway that connected the walls of the kitchen and his room. the soft sound of your voice caused all boys to face you. deran offered a smile, albeit a little forced and awkward. craig scoffed to himself and nodded in semi-polite greeting, hands in pockets as he leaned against the counter in order to create space for you to get to pope.
there you stood, hair disheveled, makeup running slightly down your waterline and donning only one of pope's plain pajama shirts.
with a little extra attention, it would've been easy to spot the matching trail of hickeys up your thighs. and some x-ray vision would've provided the life-ruining sight of your hidden skin filled with marks made by andrew's teeth.
"you were taking too long, what's wrong?"
and, fuck, andrew almost went hard again at those simple words.
pride swelled in his chest, a weird sense of superiority invading him at having his sweet, pretty, gorgeous girl standing in front of his family in such a state.
andrew didn't need to argue with craig any longer. no words were needed as the appearance of his sweet girl said everything that needed to be said.
"sorry, sweetheart, just saying good morning to the guys."
andrew took the few steps that separated you and held onto your hand with one hand as the other held the two bottles of water (swoon), beginning to lead you back where you came from.
at that you smiled at them, sleepy demeanor leaving you a bit as you mumbled 'morning,' seemingly unaware of craig's earlier complaints.
as andrew passed in front of craig, he smirked to himself, twice as much when he noticed craig's annoyed scowl.
"might wanna get some earbuds or somethin'" he mumbled under his breath as he walked away.
once he was gone, craig groaned to himself, speaking up one last time.
