rip to the guy who posted his very expensive yixing teapot to r/tea, only for the comments to be not compliments on his taste as he expected, but instead GREAT GOOGLY MOOGLY and I SHOULD CALL HER. he then crossposted it to r/gongfutea, which is ordinarily more dignified and self-serious, but was it? was it?? of course not, because this is reddit, and this was the teapot
robby telling frank to spank brat more if she keeps pushing him away… frank sending him a video 20 minutes later of brat bent over, hands tied behind her back as she cries and writhes from frank’s mean smacks against her already welted skin while his cum is very obviously leaking out of her 😩 robby hours later coming home after his shift to her still teary eyed and excessively clingy with the both of them 💦 oh i’m wet
part 1 here :)
18+ mdni omgggg that is soooo ahjfowjsoajdoaj……. robby has to deal w a hard-on all shift and he is not happy… but tbh not unhappy enough to actually punish frank :/ all frank gets is displeased looks and a few brief reprimands here and there throughout the night, but guaranteed if YOU pulled that shit you’d get your ass beat once robby got home…
and the aftermath my godddd…. Robby walks in the door and is greeted by exactly what he’s expecting: you in frank’s lap on the couch, reruns of your favorite show on the tv while he rubs your back and gently shushes your occasional whimpers and sniffles. you keep shifting atop his thighs at the pressure of your bodyweight on your sore bottom.
robby sighs, drawing your attention to him, and then he is quickly met with your wobbling lower lip n fresh tears in your eyes.
“daddy” you draw out, soft and weepy. robby shakes his head and his hand comes up to quiet you.
“Don’t try with me.” he says flatly, kicking off his shoes and approaching the sofa. “I saw the videos, honey. Frank had every right.”
You pause for a moment before heeding robby’s words. “I’m sorry.“ Your face crumples further. “It hurts.”
Robby clicks his tongue then coos, sympathetic and mocking all at once. He sits down on the sofa beside frank with a sigh, for once foregoing his chair (just for you!!). Then he pats his lap. “I know. C’mere, sweetheart. Let daddy take a look at you.”
dad!bf robby bro!bf frank and dbf! jack x fem!reader. poly relationship, daddy kink, penetrative sex, oral sex (m receiving), praise, light degradation, d/s dynamics, teasing, riding.
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You put on a pretty little sundress when Robby tells you his buddy Jack is coming over for dinner.
Robby's starting the grill while you make lemonade and Frank sets the table. You're so focused on Robby, as usual. You always find him so attractive like this, wearing an old t-shirt and sunglasses and manning the grill. You try not to let it distract you from your tasks-- putting out a vase of flowers, fetching Robby anything he forgot from the kitchen. You're eager to be good and helpful, desperate to make sure everything is perfect to welcome his friend.
But then in walks Jack through the gate of the yard. Your heart skips a beat and your pussy clenches at the mere sight of him. The way his t-shirt strains around his chest and arms, his grey curls and stubble. You stare dumbly as he walks over. He greets robby with a brief on-armed hug and Frank with a nod, and their mouths are moving but you don’t even hear them.
Then, suddenly, you realize Jack is looking right at you, brows raised expectantly and mouth curled in an amused grin. And his hand is out. “Oh,” you quickly take it, trying not to fixate on how big and warm it is wrapping around yours. You let him move it in a firm shake.
“I said it’s nice to meet you, sweetheart.” Jack repeats. Frank chuckles somewhere behind you, and your ears burn with embarrassment.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Abbot.” You smile at him. He angles his head back, chin out, and studies you from down his nose. The eye contact feels so intense that your knees threaten to buckle and you can’t help but look away.
You’re awkward and ditzy the whole evening. Stuttering over your words, mishearing things, bumping into the table and almost dropping your plate.
At one point you’re so distracted staring at Jack’s lips while he eats that Robby has to snap at you to get your attention. “Jesus christ, honey.” He laughs and shakes his head. “You back now?”
Jack’s kind enough to stifle his chuckle and smirk down at his plate, playing it off like everyone didn’t just catch you ogling him.
Soon everyone's plates are cleared. You and Frank stand up to take the dishes to the kitchen, and you know what’s coming before he even starts talking.
“You’re really subtle, you know that?”
“Oh my god, shut up.” You grumble, putting the stack of plates in the sink.
“No, seriously.” He says, of course, not shutting up. “I mean I know you, so I can tell that you’re undressing Abbot with your eyes— but I’m sure he hasn’t even noticed.”
You groan and thump your forehead against the cabinet dramatically. “Frank. Please. I already wanna crawl into a hole.”
Frank’s sarcastic snark turns into an equally irritating coo. “Don’t worry, princess.” He reaches out and pinches your cheek. “He probably thinks you’re the cutest thing.” He just laughs when you smack his hand away and shoot him a hard glare.
You guys bring out icecream and more beers after washing the dishes. Robby beckons you over and pats his thigh, summoning you to sit in his lap. Your cheeks are so warm as you do it, hyper-aware of Jack's presence next to you while you settle into Robby's chest. He's not even 5 feet away.
The three men keep chatting while you’re eating your icecream. You try to keep your head down, hoping not to embarrass yourself any further. But then you feel something pulling your gaze towards Jack. It's his eyes on you-- fixated on your mouth. Watching the spoon disappear then come back out clean, the white cream lingering on your bottom lip that your tongue darts out to swipe away. Your heart hammers in your chest.
When you finish your icecream Robby's quick to take your bowl from you and put it on the table. Then his warm hand finds your thigh. Rubs up and down in what starts as a soothing gesture, but soon his touch moves higher and higher…
“Da-“ the word catches in your throat as you spare a glance at Jack. He’s watching you like a hawk. You shift nervously in Robby's lap.
Robby leans forward, smirks against your neck then presses a kiss there. “What was that, sweetheart?” His voice rumbles against you through his chest. His big hand cups your pussy over your skirt. “It’s okay, you can say it in front of Jack.”
“Daddy,” it’s barely above a whisper. Jack curses under his breath, leaning back in his chair and spreading his legs to accommodate the blood rushing to his dick. Frank’s grinning from across the table.
“Attagirl." Robby presses another kiss to your cheek, his facial hair leaving a scratchy tickle. You curl back further into him. "Don't be shy, honey. Jack's practically family."
You let out a small squeak at that. All actual words seem to escape you as Robby presses his fingers firmly against your clit. You can’t help but raise your hips in search of more delicious friction.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” Jack voices, soft and gruff and just a bit teasing. You turn to hide your face in Robby’s neck. He chuckles while Jack clicks his tongue. “C’mon, sweetheart, look at me. I don’t bite.”
Your gaze hesitantly finds his. He’s careful to keep his smile kind and reassuring despite the intense hunger looming behind his eyes. “There she is.” He crooks two fingers, gently beckoning you towards him like you’re a small animal threatening to bolt. “C’mere, babygirl. Why don’t you sit with me.”
That open invitation is enough to override any shyness you’re still feeling. Robby releases his hold on you and you’re on your feet in an instant, practically tripping over yourself in your haste to get into Jack’s lap.
Robby laughs at your eagerness. “That’s more like it.” He reaches over to where you’re now straddling Jack to grope your ass through your dress then delivers a solid smack. “Needy fuckin’ girl.”
Jack’s grinning up at you, hands running up and down your sides while you smile shyly back at him. You loop your arms around his neck. He tilts his head up. “Gimme a kiss, honey.”
Your smile widens to show your teeth, exposing your giddiness. Jack mirrors it and brings a finger up to tap his lips.
You take your cue, leaning down and giving him a sweet peck. He chuckles against your mouth, murmurs “you’re cute,” then his hand finds the back of your neck to urge you closer. He uses the gasp you let out as an opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth.
He kisses exactly how he presents— confident, measured, smooth. Everything is intentional despite the obvious passion behind it, from the way his teeth graze your lip to the way his hips rise up to meet yours.
When you finally pull away you’re breathless. Your head is swimming, your cheeks are hot, arousal swirls in your stomach, and you’re craving more of him.
“Oh my god,” you mean to whisper, but it comes out more like a moan.
Frank laughs. “Baby, he hasn’t even touched you yet.”
“Don't be an asshole,” You snip back before you can think better of it. Jack purses his lips with a quiet ooh, amusement twinkling in his eyes— but it earns you a low warning to “watch that mouth” from Robby.
“Uh oh, letting the good girl act slip already?” The younger man taunts again. He looks so fucking smug, and you really could smack him— but you know the better angle to play.
“Frank,” you’re whining now, gripping Jack’s shirt and throwing in a pout for good measure. You know it's working when you feel Jack's hand rub your back soothingly.
“Ignore him, babydoll.” Jack coos. “You’re doing great.”
Robby lets out a low whistle. “Careful, man. She’s gonna have you wrapped around her finger.”
Jack just shrugs and clicks his tongue. “She already does.” He shoots you a little wink, like the two of you are colluding and this is some shared scheme. You giggle and lean down for another kiss.
You’re far more comfortable now, rolling your hips against his bulge shamelessly and whimpering into his mouth. Somewhere to the side you hear Robby grumble “I’m gonna regret this,” and you can practically feel Frank roll his eyes.
“Heard so much about this tight little pussy, sweetheart.” Jack says gruffly into your mouth. “Gonna let me feel it?” You’ve never nodded so fast. “Yeah?” He voices. “C’mon, pretty girl. Tell me.”
“Wanna ride you,” you breathe out, reaching down to fumble with his belt. “Please, Mr. Abbot, wanna feel you inside me.”
“Good girl, honey. Such nice manners.” Jack’s eyes flit to Robby, who returns the look with a smirk. Jack’s own hand replaces yours on his belt, unclasping it with ease and then working open his fly. “Your daddy taught you well, didn’t he?”
“Mhm,” you affirm. You bite your lip and cast a smile in Robby’s direction, swelling with pride when he gives you an approving nod.
When you look down next, Jack’s cock is out, thick and heavy against his abdomen, already leaking. You suck in a sharp breath.
“Here, doll.” Jack’s hand finds your ass and urges your hips up slightly, allowing him to reach under your skirt and pull your panties aside. “Now sit down, let me inside you.”
You tilt your hips forward and let him angle his cock against your entrance. You moan as you sink down on him, your cunt stretching deliciously as you accommodate his size.
“Thaaat’s it,” he groans out, fingertips digging into you hips. “Shit, Mike, you weren’t kidding. Best fuckin’ pussy I’ve ever felt.”
You pause once your thighs meet the top of Jack’s, breathing heavily and adjusting to the fullness. One of Jack’s hands trails upwards and kneads your breast— you’re braless in your dress, and the thin fabric of the bodice is the only thing separating his fingers from your nipple as he pinches gently. You whimper.
“You like that, babygirl?” Jack asks with a smirk before leaning forward to press a heated kiss to your neck. He ruts his hips upwards, driving his cock further into you and grinding his pelvis against your clit. That action alone is enough to make your head collapse against Jack’s shoulder. He does it a few more times, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, and the pleasure is overwhelming.
“Get moving, sweetheart.” Robby’s low command pulls you back to reality. You glance his way and are surprised to see Frank kneeling at his feet, palming the bulge in his jeans— you hadn’t even noticed the younger man move. “Don’t make Jack do all the work.
You stare at the two of them, watching Frank free Robby's hard cock from his pants, and roll your hips absentmindedly. You startle to attention when Robby says your name, short and commanding. "Yes, daddy, sorry."
You start moving your hips with intention, lifting up off Jack's cock and coming back down in a steady rhythm. “Look at that.” Jack murmurs appreciatively, his eyes raking over your body as you ride him. “So pretty, aren’t you?”
“Thank you,” you say with a breathless little smile. You distantly hear Robby exhale to your side, a familiar tell that Frank has his mouth on him. Jack pulls down the rouched cups covering your breasts, hooking the neckline under them so he can watch your tits bounce. You whimper when you hit the right angle and Jack’s cock sponges over your g-spot. Your rhythym falters. “Oh my god, feels so good.”
“I’ve got you, babydoll.” Jack cups one breast in a warm palm while his other hand grips your waist, guiding your movements and helping to support some of your weight. “Keep going, just like that. Want you to make yourself cum on my cock— can you do that for me, sweet girl?”
“Yes,” you respond in a rush, gripping his shoulders and rocking his dick against that perfect spot. You can feel your release building in your core, tingling in your stomach and pulsing through your cunt. Jack starts to jerk his hips up to meet you. “Please, please, right there.”
“There you go. Good girl.”
That soft, gruff praise spilling from Jack’s lips sends you over the edge. Nearly blinding pleasure shoots through you, making your thighs shake and your pussy clench and a lewd moan catch in your throat.
Jack groans at the vice-like grip of your walls, and he brings his other hand to your waist, continuing to lift you up and down on his cock as you tremble through your orgasm. “Fuck.”
“Not inside, man.” Robby warns, voice rough with arousal as Frank takes his cock down his throat.
“I know, I know.” Jack thrusts a few more times, letting you ride out your pleasure. Then he’s patting your hip. “C’mon, baby, get on your knees for me— lemme cum in that pretty mouth.”
You struggle to obey, moving gracelessly off his lap on shaky legs. Jack helps you, steadies your movements with a strong hold on your waist.
You take his head into your mouth immediately with no prompting. Jack makes a choked sound that eggs you on, makes you suckle needily, humming at the taste of your own pussy mingled with the precum leaking from his tip.
"Fuck, that's it. You're so fucking good at that, babygirl." Jack grits out. The sensation along with the sight of you-- hands in your lap, lips stretched around his cock, bleary eyes gazing up on him through your lashes-- is enough to get him there. "Good girl, here it comes--"
You moan when the first rope of come hits your tongue. You push down deeper, allowing him to shoot down your throat, and the effort is rewarded with a long, low groan from Jack.
"Swallow it all, sweetheart." Robby urges from the sidelines-- as if you'd ever dare to waste a single drop. You swallow two big mouthfuls and don't stop until Jack sucks in sharply through his teeth. You pull off with a lewd pop.
"Goddamn, honey." Despite sounding breathless Jack is reaching for you immediately, picking you up under your shoulders and coaxing you back up into his lap.
"Show him." Comes another command from Robby.
You open your mouth without second thought, allowing Jack to see the broad pink expanse of your tongue. He blows out an impressed breath, reaching up to grasp your chin and sliding his thumb past your lips. You smile around the digit as he strokes your tongue. "You really have got the best girl, Mike."
Robby lets out a huff, half assured half humored. "Sure, when she wants to be."
You pout at that, nuzzling into Jack's chest and making all three men chuckle. Jack's arms wrap around you, rubbing your back and holding you close.
You blink sleepily, finall taking in the scene of Frank, still on the ground, leaning with his head on Robby's thigh. Robby's pants are back on-- he must've cum somewhere along the way-- and there's a wet spot on the front of Frank's jeans. You look at his face to find him already watching you, and when your lips curl in a jeering grin he narrows his eyes and mouths don't say a fucking word.
Normally you wouldn't be able to resist, but Jack's dick left you feeling calm, satisfied and floaty, so all you do is stick out your tongue at him. Frank rolls his eyes.
"So, you wanna come over for the game tomorrow night?" Robby asks after the short stretch of silence, fingers carding through Frank's hair. Jack hums, as if considering, and gives your clothed ass a couple hearty pats.
"Sure," he deadpans, "how could I say no to that?"
i'll forever miss how the internet felt before you had to second-guess the authenticity of every single piece of media you came across. silly videos used to be just silly. fun was coincidental. wonder was just wonder. digital art had character and soul. AI has taken the taste out of everything and irreversibly poisoned the creative sphere and the people still pushing it forward are the doom of both joy and the quality of being.
dr robby and his baby who likes to put him through a little torture. just a little! (gn!reader)
"You think that's bad?" Robby watches you take a sip of your drink, your sparkling eyes dancing as they bounce around the booth. You've got everyone in the palm of your hands when you casually drop, "I had a guy come before I even took my shirt off."
The table erupts. Various members of the day shift, gathered to celebrate Parker's transfer to the better of the two shifts, exclaim their disbelief.
"That's so fucked up," Trinity scoffs. "Fucking men"
Next to Robby, Parker whistles, "Amen to that."
"Damn," Cassie shakes her head, "At least Chad knew how to use his equipment."
The only person at the table who seems even a fraction as uncomfortable as Robby is Dennis. The young man is squished between Trinity and Parker, pink in the face as he listens on. But if Dennis is pink, Robby is crimson. The moment this little sexcapade conversation started, Robby tried to leave, but was promptly scolded by the table to stay.
Robby clears his throat, a dozen eyeballs snap to him. He pinches the bridge of his nose, shaking his head. "I– I should leave. Your attending should not have to listen to this."
"Oh, come on!" Cassie slaps him on the shoulder. "If we had to see you make heart eyes at Hastings for two months straight, you can listen to this."
You trace the rim of your glass, the ghost of a smile on your lips as you tease, "Yeah, Robby, come on. I haven't even finished the story."
"There's more?" Parker throws her arms along the back of the booth. She grabs her neighbors– Robby and Cassie –by the shoulders and shakes them.
Keep shaking, Robby things, hopefully I can pass out.
"Well, I'll only go into it if Robby wants me to," you say. Before anybody can protest, you add, "I don't want to make him uncomfortable. That's all."
You lean in, "What's it gonna be, Robby?" You run your tongue along your teeth. "Do you want me to tell them all about it?"
"Tell me all about it, baby," you coo. "Tell me what you what from me."
Robby shakes his head, his cheeks hot as you slide your hand under his shirt. "It's fine," he grumbles. "I'm fine."
"Really? Because it looks like that pretty little cock of yours is leaking all over your thigh." Robby swallows a groan as your thumb swipes along the tip of his cock, coating your digit in the sticky release. You lift your hand in front of his face, "Open up."
Robby's mouth is moving before he can register what is coming out of it, "Please."
You nod, "So you want to know what really did it for this guy?"
Smirking, you raise your hand, sticking your thumb right out for everybody to witness. Just like them, Robby can't take his eyes off of it, but unlike the others, he notices just how close that thumb is to his lips as you reach across the table. If he just leaned forward a little, parted his lips just so, he swears he could–
"He sucked on my thumb," you bite. "All so he could come before he ever touched me."
Silence befalls the corner booth. You don't bother tearing your eyes from Robby, not even to bask in the stunned and amused faces of your friends.
Three, almost four nights a week, he comes in, dressed in his black scrubs and Carhartt jacket, and sits himself in your section. Every night, he orders a black coffee, a slice of chocolate pie ("And can you put an extra dollop of whipped cream on that, hon?"), and stares at you like it's his damn right.
"Robby," he finally introduces himself as one rainy night, making you almost drop the notepad in your hands.
You're too stunned to repeat it back to Robby so you merely smile politely. The one he returns is marginally less cordial. It's tight, tired in the way that he never seems to sleep off.
The silence between you begins to feel impossible. You pull your pen from your apron.
"Black coffee and a slice of chocolate pie?" You ask, just like every other night. Tradition is nice. Comforting.
"Yes," he says. "With an extra dollop of whipped cream, please."
You nod the second the words are out of his mouth, throwing your notepad shut and turning on your—
“Oh, hon?”
You freeze. That’s not part of our regularly scheduled programming.
“Yes?”
Robby clears his throat, eyes scanning the diner behind you. He leans in and says, “They don’t pay you enough here.”
You shift. “Well—“
Robby puts his hand up, and for some reason you shut up. “Don’t argue. I know they don’t.” He scratches his beard, observing you. “You should quit.”
You laugh because it feels like your only option. It’s beginning to feel hot, and the few other people in the place are noticing you two. You’re sure if it wasn’t empty tonight, you’d get an earful about wasting time from your manager.
“I can’t,” you say. Your skin is buzzing— you should go. “I can’t pay rent without it.”
Robby smirks. “Okay.”
Your face twists at Robby’s tone. You press, “I can’t.”
“You’d be surprised.”
That’s the last word he says all night. Not even a thank you when you drop off his coffee and pie (along with the check). You stick behind the bar, wiping various coffee mugs with a rag.
When Robby eventually leaves, you stay behind the bar longer still. You check on all the pies in the case, counting each and every slice left, and then doing that twice more before deciding it's about time to go grab the twenty dollar bill Robby always leaves.
Except, it's not a twenty– it's a fifty. Twenty of them.
You choke on nothing, nabbing receipt only to find something scribbled hastily in pen on the bottom– a phone number and a message.
18+ mdni cw: cnc dadbf!robby holding you in his lap, chest to chest, his arm firm around your middle… n he tells jack “she’s alright. just let her cry it out.” when you start sniffling and clawing at robby’s shoulders, tears rolling down your cheeks while jack forces his thick cock into you <3
Okay sorry this is probably basic but I don’t get to chat with anyone about him SOOOO…
Frank Castle is absolutely into dacryphilia. Sometimes he’ll make you cry just so he can fuck you better :( he’s so nice about it, too, that you don’t even notice.
The second your voice starts to shake, his cock is twitching in his pants. He’s pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, rubbing your back, whispering, “let daddy make it better, baby…”
Other times, when you’re in the midst of getting fucked so hard you can feel it in your lungs, and tears start to prick along your waterline… he’ll drill into you harder, gripping your jaw and forcing you to watch. He’d get so hot and bothered that he’s rambling, grunting things into your ear like, “you’re so pretty when you cry.”
He’d ask if you want him to stop, of course, like a gentleman. You both know the second he starts slowing down, you’ll beg him for more.
- @cosmicaris
“let daddy make it better, baby…” made me sickkkkkkkkkkk pats his thigh bundles you up on his lap like a baby with his scruffy chin against your face. bounces his knee a lil - "talk to daddy, baby. I got you."
mid fuck - "so fucking pretty when you cry," and you get so shy, tryna hide your wet face and wobbly lip but nuh uh! he moves your hands out of the way, cradles your face with his big scarred hands. "don't hide from me, baby. let me see those tears." licks them up GOD HE'S SO NGHFHSH
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