Kelly #2

kelly ⊹ 30 ⊹ they/she ⊹ mdni a pitt side blog for x reader fics & whatever

[glitter-abbot]

a writing blog, mostly

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fic listing below

⊹ ⊹ fyi: all have smut or almost smut or implied smut ⊹ ⊹

Jack Abbot

Just Neighborly - couch sex with your neighbor who does nude yoga sometimes

Voicemails - While you’re away for work, you and Jack leave voicemails back and forth

Mercury - used-underwear selling reader & her best customer Jackrabbit

thanks for the photos - dad's best friend Jack & college student reader, with a sprinkle of stepdad robby

the bbq one - dad's best friend Jack & graduate reader, summer bbq

Andrew Pope Cody

Pope Cody breeding kink but it’s Andrew on the receiving end

Robby Robinavitch

long weekend - icky!stepdad!robby and post-college reader

practices that HR would definitely frown upon - robby being pervy with another PTMC staff member

[rabbotheart]

Playing pool volleyball with Pervy stepdad robby… hmmm

[rabbotheart]

So like… you’re home from college and your mom and robby host a bbq for Memorial Day. You wear this tiny string bikini that makes your mom give you a look ™️ and every one of Robby’s friends stare and drool over you. You don’t really notice though, or care. Robby does though. It makes him crazy, the way these men, these married men, mind you, stare at his little girl. He hovers around you, moving behind you when you bend over, keeping that view only for himself.

There’s a net in the pool and someone suggests a friendly game of volleyball, a game that becomes very popular with the men when you excitedly make your way over to the water. Robby puts himself on your team, hovering close enough that he’s right there when your top comes undone on a particularly ambitious jump.

He crowds you immediately, bringing his hands up to grope your tits protect your modesty. He lingers longer than he needs to, slowly moving his hands to your neck to tie the strings again, bringing them a little tighter to enjoy the way it makes your tits press together. He slides one of his big, rough hands down your side, pats your hip just over your swim bottoms, (subtly pulling at the string to loosen it) and tells you gruffly to be careful.

[robinavitchslut]

i neeedd him!!!!

[jackcody]

jack abbot cheating on his wife with u

a/n: this grew a mind of it’s own and yeah….that’s it really i have nothing to say tbh

tags/warnings: mdni!!!, infidelity, jack abbot is NOT a wife guy, use of “jackie” and “kiddo”, HUGEEEE age gap (but it’s legal), trash talking, implied future cuckqueaning + voyeurism(?), pinv (wrap it before you tap it), riding

jack abbot considered himself, by all accounts, a good man. he was a lovely neighbour, husband and friend.

so when jack kissed his wife over the kitchen counter, muttering to her about how he’s spending the day “helping the kid next door” fix her terrible air conditioning problem?

she didn’t bat an eye. instead, she shouted out over her shoulder about bringing the mail in once he’s done.

and he did fix your little air conditioning problem!

he just took you riding his cock in your living room as payment.

“god, she doesn’t even put out like this anymore,” jack breathes out, his hips thrusting up to meet your bounces. “fucking tight, college pussy waiting for me–”

his eyes squeeze shut as he’s cut off by a moan, head falling to the back of the couch. his hands hover awkwardly around your waist – the slaps of your ass hitting his groin echoing throughout the room.

“hnng, jackie,” you whimper, your hands falling to meet his chest. “‘s too much for me.”

jack opens his eyes at the sound of your voice, and he’s greeted with the most beautiful sight.

you.

your jaw slack as you bounce tirelessly up and down on his cock, tits bouncing in his face as you drew pleasure from him, your face contorting in that tell-tale sign he knows all too well.

“i know, baby, i know,” jack coos, brushing a damp piece of hair from your forehead, before pinning it behind your ear. “jackie’s sooo big for you, but you don’t want him fucking someone else, do you?”

he bites back a smile at your very insistent nod.

“jackie was saving his cum for you, did you know that?”

“really?” you sniffle, eyes searching his.

“really,” jack hums, thrusting up harder now.

you collapse into his chest, his arms stabilising you as he continues to drive his cock deeper into your pussy, hitting your g-spot repeatedly. he buries his face into your face, sighing when he smells the scent he told you to use - before placing a tender kiss to your temple.

“didn’t fuck my wife because i wanted to fuck you, kiddo. lied to her,” jack starts, his voice muffled by your hair. “maybe one day i let her watch, huh?”

as soon as those words leave jack’s mouth, you let out an involuntary moan, pussy clenching around his cock. grinding your hips desperately against him, you tighten the hold you have on his chest.

“would she touch?” you whine, burying your head deeper into his neck.

he lets out a low grunt, string of curses as he feels you fuck yourself back onto him. “my girl would like that? she’d like jackie’s wife watching them fuck? good idea kiddo, maybe she’d learn how to take dick from a pro.”

you nod frantically before he hooks two fingers gently under your chin, forcing to meet his fucked out gaze.

“whatever jackie’s girl wants, is what she gets.”

[popecodysgirl]

IM SORRY BUT FICTIONAL CHEATING IS SO HOT THIS HAD ME DROOLING

[caged-cherry]

"there’s something so yum about robby being a stranger and just deciding he has to have you"

damn this tag has me thinking thoughts?

like if you're dating jack, maybe even have been for a while? and you've talked about his friend robby, you just haven't met the guy yet

anyway. robby finally visits and you're already asleep and jack says "you've just got to meet her, brother, you'll love her" and robby goes "well don't mind if i do" and walks on into the bedroom to say hello

jack is eager the next day to hear from both you and robby about how it went. was he watching on a camera? was he sitting and listening in the living room? did he go to work? idk but it's an interesting thought

ANON THIS IS SO GOOD OMG ! My mind is buzzing over these nasty old men, I swear they’ve ruined my life. I’m so sorry this took a few days to get to, but I hope it was worth the wait !! Extremely dubious consent in this one btw !! Also some brief somno 🙂‍↕️

It was already pretty late out, yet Jack had been determined to get Robby to come over after shift. He had claimed it would be the perfect time to meet his girlfriend, brushing Robby off when he asked if he was sure now would be the best time.

Robby knew a decent amount about you. He knew what you looked like, the kind of music you listened to, how you liked to dress, your favorite color. All things he learned from Jack.

He also learned other things from his friend as well. Things he probably shouldn’t know about yet never told Jack otherwise. Like how sensitive your tits are, and that your chin starts to wobble when you’re close to climax, and that one night you made your boyfriend cum three times which should be impossible but Jack swears up and down that it’s the truth.

So, yeah, he’s exhausted after a long day. But he’s also looking forward to meeting the young woman that seemingly turned his best friend’s life around in the best way possible.

You’re already asleep when they arrive, a cute little note wishing Jack goodnight and reminding him of dinner in the fridge taped to the wall by the front door. Jack grins as he nudges Robby with his shoulder. “Go ahead and introduce yourself. I gotta sit, my leg is killing me.”

“Need your crutch?” Robby asks, fingers twitching at his side when Jack stumbles just slightly.

“Nah, brother. I’m good.” He jerks his head to the direction of the bedroom, as if Robby doesn’t already know where it is. “My girl’s been real excited to meet you.”

“Best not to keep her waiting then, huh?” Robby chuckles, waiting until Jack finds a place to sit before slowly walking down the hall. He was hoping to meet you when you were awake, maybe not in yours and Jack’s shared bedroom. Though he’s sure it’s fine, he’s gotten permission. That’s all he really needs.

Opening the door to see your naked body sprawled out on the mattress isn’t exactly what he was expecting to see. Blankets kicked off of you, hugging Jack’s pillow, and little full body twitches as you dream.

Yeah, Robby is aware of how great of a personality you have. But your body… fuck. No wonder Jack’s the happiest he’s ever been.

Before he can think things through, he’s on you. Climbing into the bed and letting his hands trail along warm flesh, your skin is so soft that Robby can’t help but to curse at the feeling. You squirm when his thumb brushes against your nipple, humming quietly when a thigh gets pushed between your legs. So reactive for him, and he hasn’t even started yet.

Robby is careful not to wake you yet, wants to get you nice and eager first. Wants to see if he can get you to fall apart just the way Jack seems to do. He’s latching his mouth around one of your nipples just as he presses his thigh against your pussy a little more rough, smugness rolling through him when you let out the sweetest little gasp.

“That’s it, love.” Robby murmurs when you just barely start to grind against his thigh. “Doing so good for me. Bet I’d be a better boyfriend. Your body seems to agree, hm?”

A high pitched whine has him chuckling, moving to lick and suckle at your neglected nipple as you begin to soak the fabric of his pants. Jack is one lucky bastard, Robby thinks. He pulls his leg out from between your legs, replacing it with a hand as he drags thick fingers along your puffy lips and leaking hole. Robby knows it’s too soon to tell, but he thinks you’re his favorite out of all the other girls Jack’s had in the past.

You don’t wake up until he has a finger shoved inside of you, nudging against a bundle of nerves that has your eyes fluttering open and legs spreading even wider. “J-Jack?”

“Not exactly.” Robby murmurs, free hand splayed out on your abdomen to hold you down onto the bed once you realize that it’s not your boyfriend making you feel this good. “I’m Robby, surely you’ve heard about me?”

He knows you have. Jack has told him many times about how eager you seemed to be to meet him after being told stories and shown pictures. You tense under his touch, sleepy eyes growing wide with discomfort and fear. No, no, he can’t have that. Robby won’t let someone like you be afraid of him. “Jack said it’s okay, don’t worry.”

“My boyfriend said that it’s okay for his best friend to molest me?” You snap, biting your lip to stop a moan when Robby adds another finger into your cunt. “I don’t think-“

“I’ve known Jack longer than you’ve been alive.” Robby grunts, nipping at your jaw slightly until you start to squirm away. He spreads his fingers, grinning when your back arches off of the bed. “You can trust me.”

You don’t seem convinced, not that Robby necessarily can blame you. He’ll fix it though. Make sure all your doubts melt away and the only thing you’ll want is his hands on you and cock rearranging your guts. Cupping your cheek, he softens his expression and forces himself to stop fucking your pussy with his fingers until he has you where he wants you.

“Jack never told you we’ve shared partners before?” You shake your head, eyebrows pinched together and swallowing thickly. “He’s an idiot. Usually we’d both be involved. I’d go grab him to put you at ease, but his leg is messing with him today. Surely you understand?”

“N-No, you don’t have to get him. I don’t want him in pain.” You whisper, and Robby has to bite his cheek to not smile at how easy it was to guilt trip you into submitting to him. “If he said it’s okay then- then it’s okay with me too.”

“Good girl.” He purrs out, pumping his fingers in and out of you once more as you preen at the praise. “You trust me then?”

“I- Yeah… okay.” You hesitantly rest your hands on his shoulders, a shy smile on your face when he pulls you even closer. “I trust you, Robby.”

Excellent. Now he can have some real fun with you. Robby will have to thank Jack later for finally introducing you to him. You really are just the best little thing.

[glitter-abbot]

long weekend

icky!stepdad!robby x f!reader

content: NSFW/mdni ⊹ implied smut ⊹ age gap (reader is 20s, Robby is canon age) ⊹ stepcest

1.4k words

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You find out only a few days before the three day weekend that all of your friends are either leaving town or are going to be ridiculously busy. You’d figured that you’d drop by someone’s house, maybe figure out who was throwing a bbq, or at least watch some movies with your roommates and bake something.

But no– everyone is going to visit college friends, or else they’re working extra to make holiday pay.

You grumble about it when you’re on facetime with your mom, and behind her in the kitchen her new husband cocks his head.

“You could come here,” Robby offers. 

Your mom scoffs. “I’m headed out of town too, there’s the work conference up in Boston.”

He shrugs. “Just a thought, kiddo.”

You roll your eyes, but it is a nice offer, going back to sleep in your old bed, take your mom’s dog out for a walk, maybe drop in and see if any of your old friend also had the time to go back to Pittsburgh.

“I’ll text you if I decide to drive up,” you tell Robby, not really committing because then it would be like he’s won. But you at least do have his number, even if you’ve only ever sent him two things. It’s not like you know the guy your mom met and married when you were off at college.

I’ll drive up Thursday night you text him on Wednesday.

He sends back a thumbs up– like a fucking dork– and then reminds you that you shouldn’t have to worry too much about packing, your closet is still pretty full.

What he does not mention is that when you reply back with a thumbs up, he takes a garbage bag in to your old closet and shoves everything aside from the skimpiest things into the bag and hides it in his own closet.

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You drive in straight after work on Thursday, and show up at the house when it’s full dark out and you let yourself in. The light to your mom and Robby’s room is still on, but you slip into your own room and frown when you look in your dresser drawer for pajamas

The sweater from sports in high school, the holiday pj pants your mom had gotten you in college as a joke– all gone. You shrug and just strip down to your underwear and call that a tomorrow problem so you can just knock the fuck out after a long day.

In the morning, the closet is bare, too– the t-shirts you’d accumulated in college for random clubs and the knee-length cargo shorts you’d gotten from goodwill have disappeared. All that’s left is the daisy dukes that show your whole ass that your mother hates and lacy bras that are a size too small and the ribbed tank tops that cling to every curve.

You get dressed in that anyways and head downstairs, lured by the scent of pancakes. You pout when you go downstairs to find Robby in the kitchen in a bathrobe. He at least looks comfy.

“What’s wrong, kiddo?” He asks when he glances over his shoulder and sees your face.

“Most of my clothes are gone.”

He looks up like he’s thinking hard. “I think your mom might have cleaned some out to donate? Sorry, I should have double checked.”

He watches you carefully as you move around the house that morning– bending down to refill the dog’s water dish, which gives him a straight view of your cleavage in that top– and then again to to pick up his bone to throw it, which shows your ass cheeks that are practically hanging out of the ripped denim.

He curses under his breath when he gets the call that he has to go in– not surprising, given the holiday, but still– and you offer him a hug when he comes out of his room dressed in scrubs.

“Thanks, sweetie,” he says, and wraps his arms around you tighter than he ought to for just a polite good-bye. Honestly, you might have just forgotten that your mother isn’t here and that you’re not obligated to do this, but he’ll take it.

You’re asleep– in your underwear again, since it’s not like the skimpy shorts will do much of anything– by the time he gets home. Your door is cracked open so that the dog can come in and out if he wants, and he figures that it won’t do any harm the push the door open just a little further to get a glimpse of you in the sliver of light from the hallway.

Robby doesn’t see your eyes open just a little, he’s too wrapped up in looking at the rest of you and trying not to groan aloud.

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The next day you’re up first, and you return the favor of cooking, so you turn and smile at him when he comes in bleary-eyed in his robe again. 

“Good shift?” You ask, and pretend not to notice how his eyes sweep down you and realize that today you’d forgone the too-tight bra. You’d skipped any bra. In the cropped, undersized concert t-shirt he can see your nipples right through the fabric.

He nods, not trusting his voice for a second. “Slammed, but fine enough. I’m on call again, though. Sorry if I’m not very exciting company.”

You turn back to the eggs you were cooking. “I was here to relax, really. And nobody else in town is here, so I’m getting plenty of that done.”

After breakfast, he offers to clean up so you’re about to head out to the couch to read a book with the dog curled on your lap, but you turn back to say one last thing.

“I’m glad I came,” you tell him. “You’re still good company.”

Honestly, it’s the most time the two of you have ever spent alone, so he just watches you walk off without really knowing how to answer you. At least it’s a nice view, your shorts riding up again.

He doesn’t have to go to work, thankfully, so you have a quiet day together in a way that drives him mad. It’s a hell of his own making, but he wonders if he made the right choice when it seems like you are actively showing off. 

The two of you pick a movie to watch, and then you keep getting up, shuffling past him between the couch and the coffee table so that you don’t bother the dog where he’s sleeping on the other side.

You wince when the movie is over, and say that you must have slept wrong, and you ask if he knows how to make a muscle chill out. Robby tries to say massage calmly, nonchalantly, but you then sit closer to him and turn your back so that he can help you out.

When that’s done, and you sigh like a giant weight is off your chest, he shoves himself to his feet and heads off to his room.

That night, he thinks it’s over, and he vows to put your clothes back once you’re gone and not try this again, when you knock on his door.

“Come in,” he calls.

You walk in wearing an oversized t-shirt from your college– one that he knows he hadn’t left for you, and not something you could have just bought when you’d left for a little while in the afternoon.

“I’ll be heading out in the morning,” you say, and wait to see if he’ll say anything. You could have been wearing this the whole time, and he’s definitely figuring that out. 

He nods. “Drive safe, then.”

You pout again and step into the room. “Not gonna call my outfit pretty? You really ought to learn how to flirt.” Even with both of your outfits, he’d never commented on them. It had driven you up the wall, that he would stare but wouldn’t say anything.

If he wasn’t going to make a move, then you will.

“I… thought you didn’t bring anything.”

“No, you said I shouldn’t. But I packed. I just saw your game and you know what?” You walk closer to him, and it’s a victory that he takes off his readers and sets his book aside as you do. That you’re so mesmerizing that he is going to watch you now, especially since you’re practically giving him permission.

“What, kiddo?” Robby asks. Doesn’t even deny that he’d been playing some game.

“I was down to play.” You put one knee up onto the bed to crawl closer to him, and he makes a sound that you’ll hold onto for a long time when he sees that you’re not wearing any underwear beneath the shirt.

[dollyonduty]

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.

[robinavitchslut]

WOOF WOOOF WOOOF WOOOF WOOOF WOOF!!!!!

[carbonfiction]

Heatwave

Summary: some filthy, nasty pervy boyfriends dads Rabbot thoughts that stemmed from me melting outside tanning in this current heatwave

(Jesus forgive me for i have fantasized about them eating younger pussy... Again.)

Warnings?: 18+ content including taboo relationships (boyfriends dads rabbot) they're pervy here, age gaps, potential dubcon depending how you view it (though it was written with drunk reader in mind!!) alcohol, mentions of intoxication, fem!reciveing oral, pussy pronouns, fingering, nipple play, overstimulation, one single robby referring to himself as daddy moment aaaand an 18+ twitter link! think thats it but feel free to correct me!!

Thinking many thoughts about this little clip and just how rabbot coded it is.

Maybe even, and walk with me here, boyfriends dads rabbot.

Maybe you’re staying with your boyfriend for a little while over summer break. Maybe some of those days said boyfriend still has tennis or perhaps soccer training meaning he's out for the majority of the morning/early afternoon.

And on those days, the only people still home just so happens to be his two hot, older dads.

You get along, always have since you first met the pair, but that doesn't quell the fuzzy feeling in your gut whenever they interact with you.

The pair find it endearing really, the way you'll slip sometimes, calling them Mr Abbot and Mr Robinavitch instead of Jack and Robby (or Micheal if you'd prefer it). You struggle to keep eye contact with them too, even more so when you trip your words up when responding to questions about yourself. Your degree, your hobbies, what you enjoy to eat, hell, they'll even how your relationship is going with their boy- they're just interested thats all!

But the thing that gets both Jack and Robby chubbing up in their pants like perverted old bastards the most?

How you've spent your time bouncing around the Robinavitch-Abbot household in what must be the skimpest of summer clothes. That bikini that barely covers your tits as you soak up the sun in their garden, or the denim shorts that hardly hides the line of your panties as you sit on the couch reading.

Theres guilt, of course there is, the pair of them perving over their sons girlfriend. But not nearly enough to make them stop thinking about you in ways they shouldn't be. Like how wet you get when worked up or how beautiful your body must be truly bare.

Robby always thinks your lips would look stretched around the girth of them, while Jack ponders the perfect whines you'd let free as you cum.

Its after a long day of sunbathing does everything finally come to a head though

Your skin glistens with a mix of sunscreen and sweat, heart thudding in your chest from the heat. You're boyfriends gone again, has been all day, leaving you, Jack and Robby at home soaking in the summer sun in the backyard.

At lunch you learnt Jack knows a thing or two about making cocktails, by almost dinner you're pretty confident he's got a mean pour.

The world floats by as you lounge on a chair, watching Robby stood by the grill cooking steaks with his own sweating beer. The glass on the table next to you half full, your.. Fourth? Maybe third? Fruity Margarita abandoned as you giggle about something that feels funnier than it is.

Thats the last thing you properly remember- the gruff laughter, the sundrunk haze, Jack and Robby drinking, grilling and hosting like regular older men.

When your eyes blink open again (did you shut them on purpose or did they flutter without you knowing?) the scene is vastly different.

Grey curls sit messily between your plush thighs, hazel eyes peering up lustblown and dark. It hits you then, the intense pleasure of a skilled mouth lapping and lavishing your pussy.

Its hot, wet, perfect and utterly wrong all in one, legs desperate to close around the older mans ears to little avail. Jacks big hands hold you open though, palms flat on your inner thighs, panties of your bathing suit crooked to the side and held steady by two thick fingers.

Your back arches from the lounger, a ragged, breathless gasp ripping from your heaving chest. "O-oh my god!"

The tongue flicks playfully against your clit, before plump lips suckle lewdly, a voice you recognize as Robbys chucking as he sits crouched beside you. "Mm, not quite sweetheart. You wanna that try again?"

The moan breaks with your voice, a hand flying down to those mused salt and pepper curls, tangling tight. "J-jack oh f-fuckk"

"Yeahhh, There you go" he grins wolfish, "s' he makin you feel good kid?"

The nod is jerky, the response even more so. Your hips bump up despite Jack's grip, brain unsure if to run or relish in the overwhelming feeling between your legs; at how fuckig wrong it is to let it continue. "M-mphm y-yeah"

Jack offers some reprive just a moment, unlatching his mouth for just a moment to gravel out "Got you squirmin like no ones done this before, s' our boy holdin out on you honey?"

The question only serves as a reminder these men are your boyfriends fathers, men decades older than you and him. Its wrong, sick, absolutely fucking vile to do to the man you love.. But fuck, his dads devouring you like your sloppy, slick pussy is the only thing left on earth to sustain him. Hes licking you with experience that only comes from enjoyment, suckling like every gasp and whine gives him air.

But in this moment, your hot. Hazy. Utterly drunk of bliss. So you mewl out the truth, jerking your hips to hump at Jack's face like the pleasures the only thing that will keep you alive. "M-mhm.. Says he.. He doesnt like it- fucking shit- that s' not enjoyable-"

"Doesn't like eatin this pretty pussy up, Christ, where'd we go wrong mi- mphmn" Jack murmers incredulous again your folds, stubble rubbing a heavenly kind of pain on your most intimate of areas, fumed point cut off by Robby reaching over a hand that pushes his partner back into your pussy so tight its a wonder he's able to breathe.

"Shhh jack, jus' keep goin. Shes gettin close huh honey?" Robby grins, hand sliding beneath the cups of your bikini top. Your nipples pert and tight as his calloused thumb offers a delightful friction. "Sides, we've gotta correct that bullshit ourselves hm, apologize to that sweet little pussy for everything she's been missin"

Your head is thrown back, hair mused against the chair, your body quivering as the bliss only draws tighter in your gut. Your eyes struggle to stay open between the now setting sun and the onslaught of pleasure. Those plush, still glistening thighs tremble against Jack's touch, one of his hands sliping down to press one, then two, thick digits inside.

You can feel the cool edge of his wedding band bump your hole with each slickened drive, every curl managing to rub at your g spot in a way that only pushes you closer to crumbling.

Then, as quick as Jack's mouth had appeared at your pussy, another sensation has your spine arching almost painfully. Robbys somehow pushed the cup of your top to the side, mouth hot on your skin, his own tongue flicking and teasing at your nipple. His peppered beard making you shake as it rubs your skin with every move he makes.

Its that combo that sends you over the edge with a wail of their names so perfect their chubbed up cocks throb and leak inside the confines of shorts now way too tight. It takes your breath away near violently, the orgasm hitting you so hard you're almost convinced you'll never come back down.

They both keep it up until tears slip down your cheeks, until you're pushing them off and your body is overwhelmingly sensitive. Blood thunders in your ears, hazing over the praise the pair murmer to you.

Jack rises with a groan, shuffling himself forward to meet your mouth in a messy, filthy kiss. You can taste yourself on his tongue, feel the dampness on his stubble, letting yourself drown in the dopamine a moment longer before you know you'll have to address everything that's just happened..

That is, until hot breath fans over your twitching clit the same but different, you're eyes wide as you dart between Robby who you didn't even realise had moved and Jack.

Robby grins wolfish again, shuffled between your shaking thighs, a large hand pressing on your still heaving belly. Your eyes must look like saucers, lips pouty and bitten raw, peering down with the most doe- like expression.

"Nawh whats that look for?" he coos, pitiful and mocking, inhaling the sweet, musky scent of you in a way that makes your insided lurch. "S'it too much t' take sweetheart? Two old men wantin to lick your sweet pussy?"

"mhm.." you mewl, hand reaching blindly for the loungers edge- for Jack and some semblance of safety. "R-robby please..cant.."

The chuckle is mean, a rumble you feel in the deepest parts of you, hips shifting preemptively to little avail. Robbys gaze drops, as does his wiry haired jaw, his sentiment cut between a broken moan and the envelopement of your puffy clit into the cavern of his mouth.

"Ah ah, no cant n' no runnin.. You'll manage, cause Daddy's got some apologizing left to do; poor little thing.

[robinavitchgf]

:((((((( mean!stepdad!robby who says biiiiiiiig stretch baby all condescending and sweet when he finally sinks his cock into you

[robinavitchslut]

You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s dad

You’ve done reader and uncle!robby getting caught by reader’s mom

I think it’s time for reader’s boyfriend to walk on reader and Robby; maybe if they’re in position that reader always refused to do with her boyfriend. (you can make it more disgusting if it’s step dad!robby)

hear me out hear me out!!!! boyfriend’s dad!robby getting caught with reader by his son!?!?!?!

walk with me…

getting caught with boyfriend's dad!robby (f!reader)

wc: 3.9k (whoops) warnings/tags: smut. mdni. cheating!! age gap (unspecified but there), oral (m! and f!), unprotected piv, creampie, angst i guess but not really??, getting caught having sex, comfort at the end. f!reader. daddy kink.

you and your boyfriend had been together for a couple of months, you met at work and he’d been begging you to go on a date with him since your first day. you turned him down probably 100 times before saying yes, remembering everyone’s advice about never dating your co-workers. but he was nice and seemed somewhat normal so eventually you agreed.

the date was okay, nothing to write home about but it wasn’t terrible so you agreed to another, and then another until he asked you to be his girlfriend. you weren’t in love with him per say, but you thought maybe you could be, could end up falling in love with him some point down the line…

that was until you met his very handsome father.

it was your boyfriend’s birthday so you ended up travelling to his home town of pittsburgh to meet his parents to spend the weekend with them. given the fact that you weren’t really that invested in your relationship yet you weren’t exactly nervous about meeting his parents, until you stepped into the arrivals terminal at the airport and saw the very handsome older man who you assumed to be his father.

taking in his tall, broad frame and his greying hair and aged features your breathing got caught in your throat and you silently hoped that he wasn’t in fact your boyfriends dad. but as your boyfriend waved at the couple and they waved back that hope was shattered.

“oh! my sweet boy! i missed you sooo much!!” the older woman who you presumed to be your boyfriend’s mom cooed as she wrapped him up in her arms, peppering the top of his head with kisses.

you stood awkwardly behind, gripping the handle of your suitcase until your knuckles turned white as you took a closer look at his hot dad. noting the way the skin by his eyes crinkled as he smiled at his son, and then the way his cheeks flushed an unmistakable shade of pink when his eyes finally landed on you.

you looked away, staring awkwardly at the floor when his eyes met yours. you had felt it then, a jolt of heat that rolled through your body when his eyes lingered just a little bit too long on your own. fuck.

“mom. dad. this is my girlfriend…” he introduces you by name and you could’ve sworn you saw a little bit of light die behind his mother’s eyes when he used the word girlfriend. but she smiled sweetly at you anyway, whether it was genuine or not, you didn’t really care.

“it’s nice to meet you” she smiles, notably not extending her hand out for you to shake or really acknowledging you in anyway but by word.

“you too!” you extend your own fake smile before your eyes land back on his dad, who was offering you a real genuine smile. it was shy, small and his cheeks grew a darker shade of red when you returned the same smile. heat pooled low in your belly at that and subconsciously you pressed your thighs together.

“hey, i’m michael but everyone calls me robby” he extends his hand for you to shake, you take it and you swear you felt a spark as your hands met and the way he immediately looked away from you told you he felt it too.

“hi, robby” he’s so much taller than you that you have to look up at him, your eyes all big and round as you peer at him through your lashes. a small smile creeps up on your face and you feel your own cheeks getting hotter by the second.

you don’t say much during the ride back from the airport, you can barely get a word in anyway as your boyfriends mom asks him all sorts of questions about how he’s been since she last saw him. so you just sit there in the back of the car, fiddling with your hands awkwardly in the back making eye contact with robby in the rear view mirror every so often. he looks away immediately every time but two seconds later he’s looking again, like he can’t stop even if he wanted to.

that first night at his parent’s home is pretty uneventful it was late when you got in after dinner so you headed straight to bed. you couldn’t sleep, your mind full of thoughts of robby as your boyfriend held you close to his chest you felt sick as you wished it was his dad instead.

it took ages for you to fall asleep and when you woke up around 10am the next morning your boyfriend wasn’t in bed beside you anymore. you threw on some pajama shorts and a loose tank top and went downstairs to look for him but you only found robby sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone.

“morning..” you announce your presence in the room and robby jumps at the sound of your voice, his head snapping to where you stand in the doorway. his eyes scan your body, taking in the way your tits move in your loose top as your chest heaves from the effort of your breathing. then he’s taking in your legs, how they’re pressed together slightly as you shift on the balls of your feet and how your tiny pajama shorts cup the plump mound of your pussy so obviously.

“hi..” he breathes out, not realising he’d been holding said breath since he laid his eyes on you.

“where is everyone?” you ask, finally stepping into the kitchen and pulling out the chair closest to robby. he watches intently as you sit, appreciating the way your thighs fill out as they press against the wood of the chair, making the v shape of your pussy in your shorts more noticeable.

his eyes don’t leave your crotch the whole time, unashamedly staring as he asks, “who..?” you giggle at that, at the way he’s so stuck on you and your body that he forgot all about his wife and son.

“your wife? your son? my boyfriend?”

that snaps him back to life, his eyes finally leaving your legs and meeting your eyes. pink flushes your cheeks again just as it did back in the airport. “oh they went out for breakfast, some silly birthday tradition they’ve had since he was a kid”

you nod, tugging your bottom lip between your teeth as you look robby up and down. he looked so good in his plaid pajama pants and white t-shirt that was a little too tight on him, hugging his soft tummy and big arms in all the right ways.

robby offers you a drink then which you accept, your eyes trained on him as he moves around the kitchen. you spend a little while chatting over glasses of orange juice, giggling at all his jokes and listening intently as he tells you about himself, his job at the ed and just anything that comes to mind. all the while he’s devouring you with his eyes, it’s somehow so casual and intense at the same time. your thighs burn from how hard you’re pressing them together under his gaze.

he asks you questions about yourself too, smiling and nodding along when you answer them. it honestly felt like a first date, and you were feeling a lot more than on any date with your actual boyfriend.

who speaking of which came home soon after with his mom, interrupting yours and robby’s little kitchen moment. your boyfriend comes over and kisses the top of your head, you want to pull away but force yourself not to and you wish him happy birthday. his mother looks you up and down in something that resembles disgust, obviously not impressed with your revealing outfit, unlike her husband. her husband who was now looking anywhere but at you.

the rest of the day is spent at home celebrating your boyfriend’s birthday, opening presents and enjoying drinks with a couple more close family members. you mostly stay out of the way, sitting on the patio with robby as everyone fusses over the birthday boy by the backyard pool.

you’d changed into a white string bikini earlier much to your boyfriend’s mom’s dismay and robby’s delight, only covered by an almost sheer cover up tied around your waist and just like this morning robby’s eyes were all over you.

you’d spent the better part of the last hour teasing him, pushing your chest out purposefully when he looked, leaning over him further than necessary to talk over the music playing on the speakers, placing your hand on his bicep to stabilise yourself when you did so. and it was working, there’d been a somewhat noticeable bulge in robby’s shorts for some time now, which he hoped you hadn’t noticed but obviously you had.

you wanted him so bad, so much so that it was getting harder and harder not to just jump on him and take him for all he had right there on the patio. and when he laughed at something you said and placed his hand on the top of your thigh, it only got harder. you looked around to check if anyone was watching but they were all too busy with your boyfriend, who you imagine had forgotten you were even there. so you placed your hand over his and brought it up higher, his long fingers slipping on the inside, grazing your pussy over your bikini bottoms.

robby sucks in a harsh breath, his eyes snapping to yours, his pupils were already blown wide. “not here..” he whispers, removing his hand from your leg.

“where then?” you ask, biting your lip and giving him your best doe-eyed look.

he looks around and thinks for a second before grabbing his drink and tipping it over you. he shoves the drink into your hand before you can even let out a gasp. everyone turns to look at you then. robby takes the drink from your hand and places it down on the table next to him before standing up and helping you up too.

“come on, let’s get you cleaned up” he’s pushing you forwards now with one hand on your back as he guides you back into the house and up the stairs, pulling you into his bedroom and clicking the door shut behind him.

as soon as you’re in the room he’s spinning you around and pushing you up against the wall. his lips are on yours in seconds, taking your mouth in a hot, wet kiss. it’s messy and possessive, he’s forcing his tongue in your mouth and you can’t help but moan into his as he literally takes your breath away. his hands are all over you, grabbing and squeezing every single inch of your skin.

he pulls away after a minute to let you catch your breath, his eyes are so dark, almost fully black now as he looks down at you with an intensity unlike anything you’ve experienced before.

“fuck, this is bad” robby pants, reaching his hand around your back and pulling the string of your bikini top open. his lips are on your collarbone then, kissing across it and down the soft swell of your breasts until your nipple is in his mouth.

you gasp, your hands fly to the back of his head, gripping his hair tight as he swirls his tongue around your hardened nipple, suckling it softly in his mouth.

“i know..so bad” you whine, your hips involuntarily bucking forward into his, grinding your clothed cunt against the prominent erection in his shorts.

“we shouldn’t be doing this” he says as he pulls off your nipple before giving the other the same attention.

“i know” you moan, reaching one of your hands down between your bodies to grab his cock over his pants, giving it a gentle squeeze that has robby groaning around your breast.

“so tell me to stop” he’s sinking to his knees now, his hands already untying the strings on your hips, your bottoms falling to the floor by your feet.

you shake your head, “don’t you fucking dare.”

you part your legs for him and his tongue finds your clit in seconds, his big dark eyes trained on yours as he eats your cunt like a starved man. he’s pushing his face into you, his nose brushing against your clit as his tongue teases your dripping hole, swallowing every taste of you that hits his tongue.

your hands are in his hair again, holding him tight against you as you grind your hips against his face. robby lets out a deep, guttural groan and his eyes roll back from the pleasure of you using his mouth to get yourself off.

that familiar heat builds up in your stomach fast, your thighs clench against robby’s face signalling to him that you’re close so he takes two fingers and pushes them against your entrance before shoving them in. he doesn’t even need to lube them up, you’re soaked, your own arousal dripping down your legs as you come undone on his face.

“fuck– oh my god, ‘m gonna– shit, robby just like that– please” he curls his fingers against that spot inside of you and suddenly you’re seeing stars behind your closed eyes and your body shakes as your orgasm crashes over you. robby holds you up against the wall with one hand, the other still pumping inside of you working you through your high.

your breathing is ragged as you come down, your knees buckle beneath you as you look down to see robby cleaning you up with his mouth, his beard shiny with your arousal.

“feelin’ better, sweetheart?” robby coos as he straightens back up, cradling the side of your face with his large hand, wiping away a stray tear that had fallen during your orgasm.

you nod, your eyes glassy and a hazy smile lines your lips as you mumble, “mhmm– yes. thank you.”

you lean up on your tippy toes and kiss his cheek, tasting yourself in his beard, he smiles at that. but the smile fades as his lips part when your hand strokes his cock over his pants again and then you’re the one sinking to your knees. you pop open the button of his shorts, your fingers shake slightly as you pull down the zipper and then again when you’re hooking them under the waistband of both his shorts and boxer briefs, pulling them down to free his achingly hard cock.

he’s big, not huge but much bigger than his son you note as you wrap a soft hand around his girth, bringing his flushed tip to your lips and giving it a small lick. robby hisses, stumbling forward he holds himself up with one hand on the wall as the other comes down to grab a fistful of your hair.

“you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, we can go back downstairs–” robby starts, getting cut off by another lick to the underside of his head. you furrow your brows as you look up at him, tapping his cock against your tongue.

“i just don’t want you to feel like you have to just because i ate you out, you know? i know women don’t like to do this”

you raise an eyebrow at him, “is that what your wife tells you?”

robby nods, swallowing thickly as you press a kiss against his tip.

“you poor thing. your wife not taking care of you? don’t worry, i’m here now.” you smirk before finally wrapping your lips around him, sinking onto him halfway, swirling your tongue around the length of him, tracing every ridge with your tongue.

robby shudders, his knuckles turning white against the wall from the effort of keeping himself up as you suck on his cock like you were made for it. his hand in your hair tightens, trying so hard not to force you the rest of the way down.

“shit– feels so fucking good. almost forgot how- fuck- good this felt” he groans, his head lulling forwards, his eyes fixed on yours as you look up at him through your lashes with your mouth stuffed full of his cock. the sight of that alone would be enough to make robby cum, but he holds on.

“want to be inside you so fucking bad. bet that pretty little pussy of yours is so tight. shit– need that so fucking bad” he’s pulling you off of him now, you release his cock from your mouth with a wet pop and a pout.

“but i wanna-” you go to take him again but he yanks your head back.

“don’t have time, need to feel inside of you before someone comes looking for us. please, sweetheart” he’s begging with his eyes which you just can’t say no to.

“only if you promise i get to finish what i started later”

“of course, you can do that again whenever you want” robby huffs out a laugh as he takes your hand and pulls you over to his bed. you climb on and lay down in the middle. he’s on you in seconds, settling between your open legs not wasting any more time.

he pulls your legs up over his hips and lines himself up at your entrance, swiping his cock through your glistening folds a few times before sinking in with a deep groan. he falls forwards, his hands land either side of your head as the warmth of your tight cunt consumes him.

“oh fuck–that’s it. shit. so fucking tight” he presses his forehead against yours as he looks down to where your bodies meet, watching as he thrusts slowly, savouring the feeling.

you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling your lower half up to meet his thrusts, needing more than the gentle roll of his hips that he’s giving you.

and as if robby senses your neediness he speeds up, his hips meeting yours with a lewd slap, his balls hitting your ass on every hard thrust. he’s groaning wildly now, almost as if he’s forgotten where he is and what’s he’s doing. like he’s not fucking his son’s girlfriend in the bed that he and his wife share while they’re all outside celebrating his son’s birthday.

you’re moaning too, loud. you try and hold it back but with each thrust robby’s cock punches your cervix and pushes another loud moan out of your throat. it’s obscene, the mix of your pleasured moans and the sound of skin slapping fills the room.

“fuck, yes. fuck, you feel incredible– so fucking pretty, baby.” robby strokes the side of your face, looking deep into your eyes. you turn your face to the side and take his thumb into your mouth, wrapping your lips around it and sucking.

his hips stutter at that, “such a dirty girl, sucking on your boyfriend’s dad’s thumb while he ruins your pretty little pussy. you like that? like daddy splitting your tight little cunt open on his big cock?”

you moan around his thumb, “yes. fuck yes. love daddy’s cock stretching my little pussy. feels so fucking good, daddy. thank you”

and that’s when you hear it. the sound of the bedroom door swinging open. robby hears it to but he doesn’t stop his efforts, he’s too lost in the moment to even think about stopping.

you turn your head releasing robby’s thumb from your mouth. it’s your boyfriend, robby’s son stood in the doorway with his eyes wide and jaw practically on the floor.

you turn away immediately, burying your face in robby’s neck, robby who hasn’t even bothered to look up yet.

“i’m sorry, fuck– i’m sorry” you cry out between moans. now this is obscene, getting fucked by your boyfriend’s dad while he watches in pure horror.

“dad, what the fuck!?” he finally says, still not moving from his spot in the door.

“shit– i’m sorry son, i– oh fuck, i’m…s-sorry” robby’s pace falters. he wants to stop, knows he should, he keeps telling himself to stop but his body just won’t listen and to his deepest shame he slams into you with a couple more sloppy thrusts as his orgasm crashes through him.

your hand flies up to cover your mouth as you feel robby spill inside of you, filling you up with his thick release as his son watches on. you want to cry, shame and embarrassment washing over you in between the waves of pleasure from robby’s movements between your legs.

“you’re fucking sick, dad!” and with that he turns and leaves, no doubt running to mommy to tell her what he just saw.

robby collapses on top of you then, breathing laboured as he comes down from his high. he doesn’t say anything for a minute and neither do you. what even is there to say after that? so you just lay there with robby onto top of you, feeling like the worst person in the world.

“god, i’m so fucked” robby sighs after a minute, rolling off of you he drags his hands down his face.

“yeah..i don’t think there’s any coming back from this” you turn to face him, placing what’s supposed to be a comforting hand on his chest but it just feels stupid after everything. there’s no making this better, no fixing this.

“you think? god, he’s never going to talk to me again”

“no..probably not” you frown, nuzzling your face into his neck. he wraps an arm around you, neither of you care that the door is still open, it’s not like this situation could actually get any worse. the damage has already been done.

it’s safe to say that your relationship was pretty much over after that. you didn’t care to stay around for the fallout, you just packed your bag and got yourself a ride to a nearby hotel where you stayed until your flight home the next day.

a couple of days passed and you hadn’t heard a word from your boyfriend, not that you were surprised by that. you’re sat on your couch watching tv late at night when you hear a knock at your front door. you check the time on your phone, 3 am. you go to answer it thinking maybe your boyfriend had come home and wanted to talk about what happened but to your surprise robby is standing there on your porch, his bike helmet in one hand, a bag in his other.

you don’t say anything yet, just open the door wider to let him in. he steps in and drops his belongings on your floor. you offer your open arms for him and he falls into them almost knocking you over with his weight in the process.

“so…i take it you need a place to stay?” you huff a laugh after a long minute, it comes out sad though. you really did feel bad about blowing up robby’s whole life like that.

he takes in a deep breath before sighing, “yeah, if you’ll have me?”

you smile at that, “of course, i’d love nothing more”

he pulls away after another minute, you close the door behind him and take his hand leading him back to the couch where you resume your earlier position, though this time you have robby curled up by your side. you place your hand in his hair, stroking softly as you watch tv together like it’s the most normal thing in the world.

like this is how it was always supposed to be.

and you did it at my birthday dinner!!

this is a looooooong one! hope it’s okay! didn’t really plan how they were going to get caught or what was going to happen so i kind of just winged it, hope it was okay!! <333

also don’t ask how he knows where she lives…this is fanfiction ok it doesn’t have to make sense

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[rabbotheart]

Mm okay but imagine you’re a stripper and the bar you work at gets raided and who else would be so gentle and sweet to you but detective Sammy Bryant? You shiver in the late night cold, your outfit is so skimpy and small and there’s cops everywhere staring at you :( but it’s okay because he offers you his jacket so you can cover up, very respectfully keeping his eyes on your face. He forgets to take it back though, so you head to the station the next day to return it to him, dressed in tight little shorts and an equally tight tank top.

He stands all nervous and polite when you saunter in, his jacket folded over your arms. You stand real close to him as you thank him, push your arms together so he gets a nice eyeful of your cleavage as he tilts his head down to keep eye contact with you. He can’t help but stare as you walk out, your ass bounces so beautifully he has to pay attention to it.

“You finally replace wife number one with a newer model?”

Sammy glares at him over his shoulder, tossing the jacket on the desk. “Man shut the fuck up.”

“Nah, seriously, where’d you meet such a hot chick?”

“And how the hell did you trick her into goin out with you?”

“We’re not goin out, dickheads. She works at the club we raided last night. I loaned her my jacket. That’s it.”

“The strip club? Ohh man, Sammy’s gotta stripper making house calls.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nah nah nah. You can’t wear this jacket anymore, man. Look at all this glitter.”

“Oh yeah. If he wears that thing home Tammi’ll finally leave his ass for real.”

“Wait wait wait. Gimme, I wanna smell,” Sammy’s partner holds the jacket to his nose, then groans. “God strippers always smell so goddamn good. You should keep this somewhere safe.”

“You should mind you own fucking business. Gimme that.” Sammy snatches the jacket back and holds its protectively in his grip. The detective holds up his hands defensively.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t know you were on your period.” The bullpen erupts with laughter and Sammy laughs mockingly, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Why don’t you get back to work?” Sammy sits back down heavily. The group loses interest in their teasing and go back to their own desks too, some still chuckling and making crude comments. Sammy rubs the material of his jacket between his fingers, resisting the urge to lift it to his nose the way his partner had. He does slip his hand into his pocket though, finding the slip of paper you’d written your name and number on. Before he can really think about it, or think about his wife, he slips it into his pocket.

(This got away from me ngl)

[j4ckr4bbits]

canonical badge bunny origin story btw !!!!

[cherrywineisawaltz]

MINORS DNI

Free use with Jack abbot is such a beautiful reality because you two are absolutely on different schedules, it’s impossible to find time to be intimate when you’re on alternating rotations, blurred kisses chastely pressed to the others lips in hurried excuses of passion, fumbling hands desperately trying to make the other cum in the split second of time you have before work, hands shoved under the band of scrubs and sleep shorts in an aching rush that leaves you both sticky and unsatisfied. He slips into bed while you’re sleeping, still catching up on the hours before your shift starts, when the firm press of his lips lulls you awake, tongue prodding the inside of your mouth when you can do nothing but moan and hum, still hazy from sleep while he’s bunching your panties down the warm plush of your thighs. His hands easily turn you toward him, body languid with exhaustion, palm groping your tits when you meekly begin to mumble agaisnt his lips, spit coming down your chin where you try and kiss back with matched fervor, “S’okay, just keep sleeping. Gonna get you ready for me, okay? Just a little bit, sweetheart,” your writhing and whining as his fingers stroke your clit, fingers feebly grasping his shoulders with that little strength you can muster. He only shoves his pants down enough to settle under his cock so he can sheathe himself inside you entirely without wasting any more time, cunt swallowing him whole, so warm from being neatly tucked under the blankets all night. His body settles over you, rocking his hips back and forth to breach your cunt with shallow thrusts that knock the gasps from your parted lips. Your eyelids are still heavy with sleep, thighs dangling idly against the mattress, too tired to keep them up and his heavy rumbling groans press up against the cusp of your ear, “Fuck, that’s it, doing so good for me. Sleepy girl, just couldn’t help it seeing you lay here all soft and warm for me—mm—put you back to sleep, yeah? After I cum in this pussy, put you right back to sleep.”

[jackabbotsgf]

cw: icky age gap

thinking abt dbf!robby tryna show reader smth on his computer n accidentally opening the tab full of porn that he was jerking off to earlier

reader teasing him for how old n grainy it looks- saying that the videos look older than she is, not realizing that that just made the poor old man hard again :(((

[robinavitchslut]

i feel like jack is more fun uncle like he lets u do things that ur strict dad robby wont >:3

yuuuup!! exactly u get it!!

also warning: this is a pussy inspection blurb!! i repeat pussy inspection blurb!! dd:dne!! do not eat this dove if u don’t like eating doves!!! i’ll be honest it’s really just fingering but under the guise of a pussy inspection…

uncle!jack watches you while stepdad!robby is away cw: fauxcest (icky icky icky!!!) (jack calls r! little one)

uncle jack is the fun one. he lets you get away with much more than robby, he lets you drink, lets you curse and stay up way past your 10pm bedtime—says its character building.

however, he still follows some of robby’s rules, including his favorite—nightly pussy inspection. you get dressed ready for bed, wearing your cutie little pajamas and shuffle back down the stairs to meet jack where he’s sat on the couch.

he pats his knee and without hesitation you lay across his lap, your ass in the air and your face buried in the cushions. jack pulls your pajama bottoms down your thighs, his breath hitching when he sees your sweet little pussy. you’re already wet, you always are when you know it’s inspection time, you can’t help it you just get a little excited—especially when it’s uncle jack, it’s different with him, more fun, less clinical than with robby.

with one hand firmly planted on your ass he takes one finger and runs it along your slit, gathering your slick as he goes. he lifts his finger to take a closer look, a string of your arousal still connecting him to you, jack can’t help but bring his finger to his mouth to get a taste of you.

“fuck, taste so sweet doll” he groans, his eyes rolling back from how good you taste.

he goes back in, running his finger through your folds a few times before circling over your clit. your back arches and you let out the softest gasp, robby would spank you for that, but not jack.

“that’s it, sweetheart, let it out, feels good, huh?” he coos, rubbing your ass with his free hand while he circles your clit with the other with feather light pressure that makes your head dizzy.

“mhmm…feels s’good, uncle jackie” you mewl, lifting your ass to meet his hand, wanting more pressure, more friction.

he gives it you, uncle jack always gives you what you want. he takes his hand from your ass and runs two fingers through your folds a couple of times before pressing them against your tight entrance. you let out another gasp, his fingers are so thick that even two of them feel like much more than you can manage.

“s’okay doll, you’re okay, just relax f’me, uncle jackie’s gonna take real good care of you” his voice is so soft and calming so you let yourself relax, just as you take a deep breath in jack slowly sinks his fingers inside of you.

“mm, shit—m’sorry, didn’t mean to swear jackie” you cry out, feeling so full already with two of his fingers stretching out your tight little hole.

“s’okay baby, you can swear if you need to. i know it’s a lot for a little one like you, don’t worry i won’t tell dad” jack smiles, endeared by even in your fucked out state you’re still trying your best to be a good girl.

“bein’ so good f’me, sweetheart, takin’ me so well. such a sweet little girl” jack’s cock strains against the tight fabric of his pants, he wants so badly to take it out and have you sit on him, really stretch you out but he know’s robby will kill him, you’re his sweet little girl after all.

your walls clench and flutter around jack’s fingers, he can tell that you’re close so he quickens his pace on both your clit and his thick fingers working inside of you. before long you’re writhing in his lap, crying out soft little noises, begging him to let you cum—obviously something you have to do with robby, jack on the other hand would never not let you.

“okay baby, you can let go. want to feel you cum for me, sweetheart—yea. that’s it, just like that–aw, look so pretty coming for me, doll. what a good girl, my good girl” jack coaxes your orgasm out of you and talks you through it, singing sweet praises as you gush all over his fingers, your body shaking as he rides you through your high.

when you’ve finally come down he pulls your pajamas back over your legs, giving a light tap to your ass before you shakily get up off of his lap.

“come on, let’s get you to bed, i’ve already let you stay up way past your bed time” jack smiles as you kiss his cheek, your face all pink and flushed from your orgasm.

he helps you get cleaned up in the bathroom before taking you to your room, perching on the side of your bed as he tucks you in. he presses a soft kiss to your forehead before turning out the light and heading back to the living room thinking about how robby must be the luckiest guy in the world to be able have this everyday—to have you.

finally did a pussy inspection blurb after being asked probably 100 times—forgive me but i made it uncle!jack, saw a video on x that reminded me of him doing this and went crazyyyyyy!! i hope u enjoyed even if it’s super icky!! <33

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[robinavitchslut]

oh my god, coming back home to your mom's place and your bed smells... different. the sheets are made, everything's clean, but the vibes are just unusual. not bad! you don't want to deal with it just that moment, so you fall asleep the first night back and in the morning go to wash your sheets, air the place out. you go out with your old friends, come home, and it's back to the same vibes.

you shrug and accept that maybe it's always been like this?

stepdad!robby has been going in to jerk off in there while you were away and was personally offended that you were washing up in the morning so while you were out he went in and made it smell like sex and him all over again

THIS!!!!!!!! when i said there’s amazing things happening in my inbox—i meant it 🤭

stepdad!robby jerks off in your room

he waits for the second you and your mom are both out of the house and then he’s straight up the stairs and onto your bed. he doesn’t even need porn to get himself off, just being in your room, surrounded by your stuff and knowing how wrong it is, is enough to get him off.

sometimes, if he’s feeling particularly naughty he’ll get into your bed, under the duvet, laying with his head against your pillow as he pumps himself in his fist. then other times he’ll grab a pair of panties out of your washing basket and wrap them around his cock, spilling himself all over the delicate fabric before just throwing them away—he can’t leave any evidence behind of course.

he’s already downstairs at the kitchen table when you come down, bed sheets and pillowcases in hand ready to put them in the washer for the third time that week. robby’s eyes are flickering between you and the laundry, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

“doin’ laundry again?” he asks, bringing up the newspaper he’s reading to cover the lower half of his face, trying to hide his smirk.

“yea, i don’t know what’s up but like the vibes are off in my room, feels weird in there…you haven’t been in there have you?” you narrow your eyes at him, tilting your head.

he shakes his head, “nope.”

you’re not convinced but carry on loading the washer with your stuff, robby rolls his eyes as he watches you, thinking about how hard he worked to offset those vibes and you were ruining all his hard work.

oh well, he’ll just have to keep doing it until you stop noticing.

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[bbuuunnyyy]

18+

you and jack are hosting a memorial day barbecue at your house, jack by the grill all day making sure there’s no shortage of hot dogs and burgers for everyone. you’re walking around in a cute little bathing suit, drink in hand as you talk to your guests, stealing looks at jack as he talks with his friends. <333

white t-shirt, camo shorts showcasing his prosthetic—he’s so fucking sexy like this, silver hair glinting in the sun.

whenever you walk past, he’s tugging you by the waist for a kiss, tucking you into his side as he holds his beer, murmuring in your ear, “wanna bite, baby?” while he flips a burger. feels so safe, so easy to be with him like this—so domestic.

fresh showers and the sun setting, he fucks you in the living room when everybody leaves, has you sat on his cock murmuring while he smacks your ass, spurring you on, “my pretty little house wife did so well.” “been waiting to fuck you all day, baby.”

this is nothing but all i can think about today ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა

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MINORS DNI

Being the girl Craig's been bringing around and being left in the house with Pope. Coming out from Craig's room where you’ve been laying by yourself for an hour, shuffling by the edge of the couch where Pope was watching tv, ringing your hands in your cute little sleep dress that barely came down to cover the sweet little pink panties you had on, ruffles dipping low down your collar. He can tell you were anxious to ask him something, partly surprised you were even still awake since you had bid him goodnight an hour ago, “Thought you were going to bed.” you huffed, soft nighty grazing your upper thigh as you swayed. “Promise not to make fun of me,” you mumble, shuffling when his eyes fall on you expectantly. “I’m scared of the dark…” “...Okay.” You bit your lip, fingers tugging at the loose hem of your dress, “Do you think you can…come into the room with me? Until I fall asleep?”

With the look in your eye he half expected you to beg him if he were to say no. But he didn't, he stood up silently and you both headed off to Craig's room. He had been sitting in the corner upright when you had settled back onto the bed, but you had quickly asked him to lay beside you, “Just until I fall asleep! I promise.” You did appear a bit embarrassed when Pope slid up beside you, your soft thighs uncovered from the thin sheets, too hot you told him. Hard to believe considering you were wearing next to nothing. When a few minutes had passed and you were still tossing and fidgeting around he sighed, “Never gonna fall asleep if you keep moving around like that.” “I can’t help it! Craig usually helps me fall asleep…” “Alright, what does he do?” “Why?” “Tell me how he gets you to sleep and I’ll do it.” You looked at him, a bit sheepish, the soft curve of your cunt peeking out from under the night dress that shifted up your body, “I don’t think we can do that.” “Why not?” you looked at him through your fine lashes and Pope could feel his pulse quickening. His idiot brother wouldn’t be there to do it, so who else. “Don’t you want to sleep?” You nodded quickly. “Then tell me what you need.”

It’s cute how helplessly you rut against Pope's thigh, fingers furling into the taut fabric of his button down, hips rubbing your cunt back and forth on the muscle of his leg. Your lips break in soft mewls that fall right up against Pope's ear, the thin fabric of your panties sticky with your arousal, cunt dragging against the veil of fabric, the rigid denim of Pope's jeans bumping against the aching bundle. Pope is mystified watching you get off on his thigh, hands bound to the plush of your hips, pushing and pulling you back and forth whenever your movements falter,  “Come on, you wanted my help,” he murmurs, your meek whines bubbling up in your throat from the ache in your thighs, “Gotta work your way through it like a big girl.” Your chin juts up and down, rolling your pussy over his thigh, feeling Pope's fingers press against the band of your panties, his eyes flitting over your face wired into a pleading grimace, “What is it? This not enough for you?” “Wanna—mm—wanna use your fingers, can I? Please, just a little,” Pope groans at the whininess of your tone, thick fingers slipping under the pink bow at the front of your panties, “Alright, alright,” he circles your clit once, watching the way your hips stutter into his open palm, “But you gotta do it all by yourself. You wanna cum then you’re gonna ride my fingers until you do, you got it?” 

You’re out like a light after that. Soft lips parted as easy sleep came over you, thighs all sticky from where Pope had you ride his fingers, pulling the band back over your cunt as he sat up beside you. Next morning when Craig finally shows back up after fucking off with whatever train wreck he had spent the night with, Popes already out of his room. Sitting up in the kitchen, eyes watching his brother, “Fun night?” Craig winces, high or hungover he can’t tell, probably both. “You should think about getting a lamp in your room.” “What? What are you talking about?” “Your girls scared of the dark, man, it’s just common courtesy.” “...Pope, what the fuck are you talking about?” Turns out, you are very much not scared of the dark.

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stepdad!robby loves the summertime (f!reader)

and why wouldn’t he? what’s not to love? suns out, seasonal depression feels a lot lighter, it’s actually still bright out when he leaves work in the evening.

but there’s one thing he loves the most about summer; you being home—or more specifically; you being home, walking around in your tiny shorts that cover barely anything and those delicate string bikini tops that are always two sizes too small for your breasts.

robby saves up all his vacation time so he can take it when you’re home for summer break.

summer break where you spend your days lounging in the backyard by the pool, lying on your stomach trying to tan your back—where robby watches you from his position in the shade, his sunglasses low enough on his nose for him to peer over, but not low enough where you can see him doing so.

he always offers to rub sunscreen on your back for you. he’s a doctor, he’s just worried about the risk of skin cancer—it’s definitely not just so he can feel your skin under his rough palms, feel how soft and smooth it is and imagine how you’d feel underneath him.

sometimes, when you know robby’s gone inside, you untie the delicate strings of your bikini and lay on your back, with your supple breasts and sweet pussy completely exposed to the sun to get an even tan.

and unbeknownst to you—you’re completely exposed to your stepdad too…

robby stands in his bedroom window watching you, he knows it’s wrong, he hadn’t even meant to look the first time it happened, he kind of just stumbled upon it as he passed.

he just couldn’t help but pull his cock out of his pants—his cock which was achingly hard—and he jerked himself off right there. his eyes trained on you as your tits glistened in the sun, your body so shiny from sweat and sunscreen.

robby stands there pumping his cock in his fist hard, imagining those perfect tits in his face as you rode him. thinking about how hot and sticky you’d be, how good you’d smell, how wet you’d be for him.

he often wondered what might happen if he went out there, what if he just sat beside you and started touching you? would you like it? would you lean into his touch? moan his name as his fingers worked your cunt?or would you punch him in the face and tell him to fuck off? strangely, he didn’t know which he’d like more.

the thought of him getting caught drove him wild. you calling him a pervert or a nasty old man turned him on just a little bit more than he thought actually fucking you might.

but either outcome would be heaven for him.

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