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Thinking about Robby getting jerked off sitting in Jackâs lap and the whole time Jack is huffing and panting in his ear like heâs the one getting touched
Heyy doll! Love your work like RAHHH you're so tea with it!
So like imagine the Cody brothers going to rob a store and Pope sees his girlfriend there. She purposefully gives attitude and refuses to get on the ground or follow orders from him knowing he wouldn't hurt her. It lokey turns him on.
Lmk what you think đ
the noise that just left my mouth was animalistic this is so creative RAHHHHHHH
the music playing in the jewelry store was almost putting you to sleep as you waited in the line. the day was already dragging and you were just ready to go home, see pope, and go to bed. all you needed was to get the bracelet that he had gotten you for your anniversary fixed. the stupid clasp snapped when it got caught at work so now here you were, trying to get it fixed so you didn't have to explain to him that you broke it. the man in front of you was taking his sweet old time, looking over every single ring with a fine tooth comb. your foot was tapping against the floor impatiently, the scowl on your face giving away that you were in somewhat of a rush. it wasn't even busy in here, why were they taking so long?
you didn't even turn as you heard the bell of the shop door go off as someone entered, the jeweler behind the counter looking up to greet the incoming guests but his smile immediately fell. "everybody on the ground!" an all too familiar voice boomed from behind you, your head immediately snapping behind you to where 3 masked men stood, guns and bags in all of their hands. this could not be fucking happening. the few customers and jewelers were quick to all drop to the ground, your arms staying crossed tightly over your chest. pope spotted you immediately, the eyes behind his mask staring holes into you. you could see the way craig and deran looked at you before to pope, confused as to how to handle you. "get the fuck on the ground lady," craig finally spat out, him and deran making their way around the counter to where the jeweler was. they were quick to start barking orders at him to fill their bags, pope marching straight up to you to grab you arm tightly.
"just lay on the fucking ground," he mumbled through the mask, the anger radiating off of him at your disobedience. "can you fucking idiots hurry up? i have a very annoying boyfriend at home who will be absolutely fuming if my bracelet is broken," you sighed, moving to stand up to the counter to look over it at the man who was frozen on the ground. a chill ran down you at the feeling of a gun barrel being pressed to your spine, an arm hooking around your neck to pull you back into his chest. "fill the bags man or i'll fucking shoot her," pope spat to the jeweler, his arm tight around your neck but not tight enough to hurt you. you couldn't help but roll your eyes, pushing back against pope a little. the small breath that left his lips from the contact made you smirk, deran pulling the man to stand before craig was moving towards the back where they kept the safe.
"lady just get on the ground," the guy who was trying to buy a ring hissed at you, both you and pope's heads snapping towards him. the gun immediately left your back and was pointed towards him, the man shrieking and hiding. "don't fucking tell her what to do. i'm in charge," pope yelled, his arm never leaving your neck. you couldn't help the annoyed sigh that left your lips, watching as the other two began to stuff their bags full of jewelry and any cash they could get their hands n. "so is my bracelet going to get fixed?" you interrupted, the two turning to look at pope with raised eyebrows through their masks. you could tell they were pissed you were foiling their plans, even more annoyed that pope was just letting you mouth off.
the jeweler didn't even answer you, his face stuck to the ground in fear. the sound of the gun cocking making everyone freeze from the shaking they were doing. "keep your fucking trap shut," pope spoke directly in your ear, the fabric of his mask tickling your ear. the gun was pressed to your ribcage now, his grip around your throat tightening causing your thighs to clench tightly. "you're sick," he whispered, the obvious hard on in his pants digging into your back. you watched as they finished shoveling the jewelry in, pope pushing you towards the counter so you were now stuck between him and the glass. "get up and fix the bracelet," pope spoke, pointing the gun at the man still on the ground. craig and deran shot you both a look, a satisfied smirk on your lips.
it only took 10 minutes, the man shakily fixing your bracelet as pope stayed pressed against you, continuously aiming the gun between you and the man. when he finally he handed it over, pope snatched it from your hand. "you all just go back to what you were doing. we will be taking her," pope yelled out, dragging you backwards out of the store with his arm still around you. your legs were kicking and arms were flailing, nails digging into his arms as he threw you into their van, deran and craig climbing into the front before they were speeding off. "are you fucking crazy?" pope immediately, yelled at you as they all ripped their masks off. you were simply pissed, staring straight out the window with your arms crossed over your chest. his hand was quick to grip your jaw tightly, forcing you to look at him. "you're going to regret that little stunt when we get home," he mumbled, cheeks squeezed tightly in his hand.
you knew he could only be mad for so long. he'd fuck it out later.
dr robby at work getting the âshopping haul!!!â text from his controversially young gf and he knows heâs about to scroll through endless pics and videos of short dresses and bikinis and bra and panty sets all purchased on his card all while heâs on the clock
Robby comes home one day to a VHS player of all things hooked up to the living room TV.
âPretty sure most people have moved on to DVDs.â
âMost people,â Jack smirks. He pulls a tape out from behind his back. âBut not us.â
Oh, Christ. Itâs been decades since Robby has seen that. Depending on which one it is the contents could span anywhere between âsoft coreâ and âtwink gets railed to the point of crying and is left covered in cum and shaking for two days.â
âThat⊠could be dangerous.â
Jackâs grin grows. âCould be fun.â
âDo you know which one it is?â
âNope. Donât worry, if thereâs a specific one you want, I found the whole bin.â
Robby drags a hand across his face. âExcellent.â
âOh, come on. Little trip down memory lane?â
âYouâre aware I donât look like I did then, right?â
Jack wraps his hands around Robbyâs waist and kisses the underside of his jaw, nuzzling his nose into his beard. âThank God. What do I want with some college kid, do I look like a pervert or something?â
Thatâs enough to get a laugh out of Robby, which only eggs Jack on.
âThose youngins had some good ideas though from what I remember.â
Robby sucks his teeth. They did have good ideas, heâs not sure how well his 50 year old bones can withstand some of those positions, but itâd be a shame not to try⊠âLet me get cleaned up.â
âYes!â Jack pumps his fist, heâs still Robbyâs favorite dumb jock at heart, and beams. âThis is gonna be great.â
you know exactly what he looks like, even though you're half asleep in his bedsheets.
he's got a wide smile on his face when he leaves the bathroom, robby's chest exposed and perfect, gold chain hanging from his neck while his weight leaned against the doorframe head tilting to look at you with that smile that always reaches his eyes.
âno,â you muffle lazily against the pillow, body worn and mind far from reality. "i was wrong. apparently you can keep up with me."
he chuckles, carpet softly giving way beneath him. the sheets move around you, not long after.
âopen your eyes for me?â
your head ruffles against the sheet.
âcmon, sweetheart. know you can.â
the same sound emits from the sheets.
âalright.â he pulls you into his side, and you curl into him like a magnet, warm and comfortable. the rough pads of his fingertips rub lightly against the soft skin of your shoulder, causing a chill to shoot down your spine.
"mmm."
"what's that mean, beautiful?"
"felt nice."
robby chuckles to himself, "last time you said that it led us here."
you push lightly against his jaw, and he rolls on top of you, wedging his face between your neck and the pillow, lightly biting and sucking at your skin, being gentle unlike the first time he did this.
your hips involuntarily roll into him and you can feel him smile,
Erectile disfunction was usually a huge turn-off, maybe even the reason a relationship quickly came to an end, but yours and Robby's? It was healthy and going strong despite his affliction.
Why? Because your oral fixations were easily sated by his flaccid length pressed firmly to the flat of your tongue. A slight weight and a salty taste that had your lashes fluttering sleepily and your lips working in stuttered suckles as you fought off sleep.
His favourite part was swirling his calloused digits lazily across your skin, patting the slight bulge in your upturned cheek to feel the vibration of the touch on his deeply nestled cock.
No hard feelings (pardon the pun).
When he did get hard, you took advantage of such an occasion by warming it in your tight, velvety cunt - his hands firm on your hips to keep you steady and his head usually smushed between where neck and shoulder met to keep himself grounded.
And obviously actual lovemaking was usually cosy and warm too, a safe place for fumbles that have you both laughing until you could barely breathe and kisses that became sloppier the closer you got to reaching the pinnacle of your releases.
slamming yourself down on robbyâs cock when he hits you with a broken and wrecked, âw-we shouldnât be doing t-this.â when you hook up in a back room at jackâs housewarming party.
âwell, stop me then, cap,â you purr into his ear, running your tongue along the curve of it. finishing with a wet kiss to his jaw that makes him shudder.
he was right, you shouldnât be doing this. as a first year resident robby was very much your boss and very much off the table as far as sexual partners in the workplace goes. but youâd had your eye on him since your first day and heâd been giving you looks all night. you knew he wanted this as much as you did.
ân-no, feels too good. fuckâ your pussyâs so tight, baby,â he groans as he throws his face into your neck. you can feel that signature blush of his cheeks searing your damp skin.
his big, weathered hands grab and paw at the plump, bouncy flesh of your ass, kneading it as you roll your hips against him, feeling every vein and ridge of his thick cock drag deliciously against your walls.
his muffled groans grow louder as you take him for all heâs worth, christening his best friendsâand your other bossesânew couch in the process.
âbetter keep it down, hm. unless you want everyone we work with to hear how fucked you are. how much you love my tight, young pussyânoâyour first year residentâs tight, young pussy.â your tone is mean and sure, robbyâs cock twitches inside of you and his grip on your ass tightens exponentially.
yeah, heâs fucked.
heâs biting down on your shoulder to keep quiet as you pick up your pace. your thighs burn from the effort but itâs worth it when he slams you back down onto him, stilling you with all the energy he has left as he empties himself inside of you. muffled and broken cries fall from his lips as he fills you up with his thick load, right there on his best friends couch, with everyone you know just beyond the door.
Thinking about being sick as a dog at work, but you manage to hide it fairly well until the end of the day. Robby spots you dozing off while charting & asks if you're doing alright. You lie, despite the fact that you can hardly keep your eyes open. He checks your temperature with his palm, proceeded by the old-fashioned forehead kissâignoring your protests telling him to go grab a proper thermometer instead.
Robby tells you that he doesn't feel comfortable with you driving yourself home in this state, which you attempt to brush off, but when he catches you at your locker readying yourself to head home, he snatches your keys from you & tells you that he's not asking this time. You're coming home with him. Way too exhausted to argue, you relent.
Once he's got you home, you're standing there all soft & sleepy-eyed staring up at him, so he ushers you into the bathroom so you can take a warm shower to relax & get yourself clean. You ask after clothes, so he offers you a t-shirt & nothing else.
Plopping down on the toilet lid to begin undressing, he observes from the doorway as you try & fail to toe your socks off you're so out of it. With a huff, he grumbles that he'll wash you himself. Awakening with a jolt, you cry that he can't do that, but your complaints are soon silenced when he pulls his shirt off.
Feeling like you're in a fever dream, he pulls you both into the shower. Unable to hold yourself upright bc you're so worn out, you promptly fall against the soft safety of his chest. Meanwhile, Robby is all too pleased at this turn of events. He just hopes his erection doesn't fully develop while you're right up against him like this.
Once he's got you both squeaky clean, he dries the lower portion of your body off before setting you atop the bathroom counter to take care of the rest. Your head now lain atop his shoulder while he scrubs a fluffy towel against your bare skin, he mumbles quiet confessions.
"Starting to make me wish this was an everyday thing, sweetheart. Being able to take you home with me so I can take care of you would be kind of nice, wouldn't it?"
When you release a quiet snore, he chuckles & rests his cheek against the top of your head for a moment to savor the moment. He braves his back pain to carry you to bed. And once he's tucked in beside of you? He cups your cheek, then goes against his better judgement & presses a soft kiss to your lips, leaving you none the wiser.
sitting in jackâs lap, back to chest, the fingers on his left hand filling up your mouth, fingers on his right hand filling up your cunt. his lips to your ear as he checks in.
âhappy girl?â he confirms, humming when you nod. âyeah, âcourse you are. all full of daddy like this.â
he lets out quiet laugh when your pussy clenches down around him, a vibration you can feel more than you can hear. he presses a kiss to your templeâonce, twice.
âwhat do you think, princess?â jack asks, curling his fingers behind your pubic bone and making your toes curl in response, a moan slip out from behind your makeshift gag. âany room left in here for daddyâs cock?â
something that really bothers/upsets me about watching porn, is that I almost never see anyone with a body like mine. I know that every body is different and beautiful, and I agree, but it does get kind of hard to not feel insecure when the only time you see someone who looks like you is when you dig really deep for it or in fetish categories.
Quite frankly yall need to be projecting more on the doms. Make the DOM have guilty sexual fantasies !!! Maybe the DOM is shamefully staring at the ceiling after waking up from a dream!!! Yall are cowards. Do none of you have any appreciation for the noble dom identity crisis. Do none of you have any respect for guilty sadists with control issues and who desperately want autonomy for once in their damn lives and who just want to Keep someone, for once, who want to be allowed to Want and Take . Do NONE of yall have any respect for sadists realizing with horror how badly they want to hurt the person they would do anything to protect and take care of and make smile? Cowards, all of you.
why does every rabbot x reader fic have mean dom robby and soft dom jack⊠imagine jack who is strict, no nonsense ex-military and it bleeds into other parts of his life. he likes giving orders and expects you to follow them. and robby might be more âmean domâ with hookups and situationships but if he genuinely trusts you, it becomes so much harder to be hard on you during sex. he just wants you to feel good, heâd do anything for you to feel good because he wants you to stay with him
