𑣲⋆｡˚ rabbot love taking you at the same time p link
jack is grasping your hips from below you with an iron rip as your boobs press against his chest, dragging against him with each harsh thrust. he's looking straight up at your face, and you gaze down at him with bleary eyes, already so fucked out :(
he pouts sympathetically at the dumb look on your face and brushes some of the hair that had fallen in front of your eyes when your head lulled forward. you make sensual eye contact while he caresses your face in his big hand, gazing at you adoringly.
it would've been so romantic
if not for the absolute brute robby was, pounding into you from behind, with a harsh grunt from each thurst.
no wonder you were so dumb already, your poor pussy was struggling to fit both of their big cocks at the same time :(
robby readjusts and hikes his leg up to give him more momentum, gripping onto your shoulders to drag you right back down their lengths when you tried to squirm away.
the new angle caused you to let out a shocked squeal and then a defeated whimper when you realised robby wouldn't let up. jack tuts, "aw robby's being mean isn't he baby?"
you let out a dumb nod, making eye contact with jack again while they both plough into you. robby ignores the comment and just keeps going, and jacks hands drag up your body to squeeze the plush planes of your boobs, still holding eye contact while teasing your nipples.
you were a mess, bless your soul, spasming, drooling, your hole leaking. but they loved it. they revel in knowing they ruin you so good your brain can't function anymore and all you can think about is dick.
rabbot love ruining their girl at the same time ᥫ᭡.
Started coparenting a baby with my best friend, and I think I’m in love with him. What do I do?
I (M 54) recently became the father of a baby girl through kinship adoption. While I thought I could raise her on my own, it became apparent very quickly that I could not. It turns out knowing how to care for a baby’s health is a fraction of the things you need to know. One night in a fit of desperation (after 3 hours of her nonstop crying no matter what I tried) I called my best friend of 20+ years (M 50). He came over immediately, got the baby to settle down, and then just kind of never left. Now it’s been 2 months and we take her to the park together, switch off feeding/changing/and checking on her during the night, and send photo updates to each other constantly.
The other day, I walked into the kitchen and he was wearing a shirt covered in spit up and had her up against his shoulder. I could hear him singing Dancing in the Dark to her while he swayed her back and forth, and I just froze. When he looked up and noticed me leaning against the doorframe he smiled at me… and it just hit me. I’m in love with him.
Now I don’t know what to do or how to act around him.
Am I just imaging things because he’s helping me take care of a baby? Or can you really fall in love with someone after knowing them for decades?
rabbot grindr au - inspired by @roobydoos 's post :)) (pt.1)
summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.
warnings: mature content
pt.2
If you asked Robby how he got here, he'd tell you he has no fucking clue, which he really doesn't.
Maybe it's due to middle aged desperation, loneliness, many years of struggling with commitment, what have you. But here he is, staring at the Grindr logo on his phone, and he can already feel the regret seeping into his bones.
It somehow got even more embarrassing when he had to make a profile and input his information.
Michael Robinavitch
Male (He/Him/His)
55 years old
6'1"
195 Ibs
White
Then it asked for his preferred position, which again made it glaringly obvious that this app is for hookups. He grimaced and put it in.
Switch
He can't remember the last time he's been fucked, but if he was against it, he would've gone to the local strip club and picked up a woman instead.
He put himself in as negative for HIV, thank you very much. He knew he was far too committed to this whenever he got an STD panel done on himself a week ago. The amount of time it's been since he's gotten laid is so long you may as well consider him abstinent. His patience has worn thin, clearly.
The description was very short and sweet "Looking for a good time."
He pressed post on his account and waited.
∆
The first week was interesting. Most of his messages were from men almost half his age and very "manhandle-able" as they liked to describe themselves to him as if that was some type of unavoidable temptation. Good for them, but not exactly what he's interested in.
One night when he was incredibly bored and needed a distraction, he opened up the app just to look. And the men he actually wanted pulled up more than once. The muscular ones, the life-worn ones with bodies he could lose himself in. But he would never be the first one to say something, which is probably a major failure on his part. Something about this still makes him feel avoidant, nervous. Like if he put himself in it too much it would wound his pride. So he turned off his phone and rolled over.
In the next few days, a miracle was bestowed upon him.
He was putting together a quick dinner after a fucking exhausting shift. He felt like a little bit of his soul was forcefully tugged out of him and he was way too tired to try to fight for it back. So when he felt his phone vibrate in his scrub pocket, he was more irritated than anything else.
He pulled the device out with a sigh and glanced at the description of notification he received.
Jonathan messaged you.
The one night he's not interested in reading some DM from a 30 year old wanting to get their dick sucked. Of course. But he felt called to look at it anyways, so he did.
Hey handsome.
He presses on the profile and holy fuck. 50 years old, 5'9", 215 lbs, and every corner of him made up of muscles. Broad shoulders, large biceps, a temptingly large chest (the something he could lose himself in), abs, and a smattering of freckles everywhere. The dusting of a gray happy trail made his mouth water like a teenager. This might be what he needs to wash himself clean of tonight's nightmare.
Hello
First time someone not young enough to be my child has messaged me.
Ha
We might be the only old dudes in all of pittsburgh on this godforsaken app.
Lucky us.
He didn't even check how far he was. Now looking back at it, 6 miles away, a blush starts heating up at his ears.
What's brought you here tonight?
Boredom
Now you
Right to the point huh
If that was the case, l'd be asking you for nudes already
But l'm a gentleman
Is that what this app attracts?
For men as compelling as you, I'll be anything you want
Don't know if l've ever been described as compelling before
I can call you a lot more if you're willing
God, he's run into a smooth talker. He should not be as thrown off as he is by a random man with no face on his profile on the internet; he could be getting cat fished right now. But the idea that he actually exists is enough to get him hot under the collar.
Too much?
He now realizes he's been quiet for too long
No
Long shift, that's all
Understood
What do you do for work?
I think that'll have to wait until at least the second date
He does not like the sound of that
Don't tell me you re a murderer or some other crazy shit
And if I was?
Funny.
∆
The next day he goes into work a little bleary-eyed. And the reason why is shocking.
He stayed up talking to Jonathan. A man. On a sex app that's fronted as a dating app to straight people. He also unfortunately does not regret it as much as he should. Especially as he makes a run to the bathroom after hand off with Jack and receives a message.
Thought you could use a pick me up for your shift doctor 😉
(see attachment)
Fuck him sideways. Actually, please. He almost forgot he told him what he does for work, regardless of his reluctance to share his own profession, in light of the very tasteful nude he's received.
His dick isn't fully in the picture, he may have shared too much about his affinity for the man's muscles earlier so they are the focus, but he can see how full it is in between his legs and he hasn't wanted to blow someone this bad since med school. He finds himself wanting to lick a line between every sun kissed centimeter of his skin. Wanting to get a hand on every bulging part of him.
God man
You make me feel tempted to reciprocate
I wouldn't be mad
Actually l'd beg, I'm sure that body of yours is insane.
Insane is definitely a word for it. But it almost makes him feel bad if he just walks away now. So he's getting half nude in a PTMC single bathroom. What is happening to him?
(see attachment)
Fuck look at you
All that hair
And that stomach
I could eat you fucking whole
He cannot be getting hard at work. He can't. Point blank. He needs to collect himself, this is already getting out of hand.
-
He should be ashamed. Embarrassed. A "I need to kill myself" kind of sinfully guilty. But he's not, not even a little bit.
Seeing Robby's face pull up on his feed was a shocker to say the least. But the underlying pining he's had for his best friend for the past few years came roaring into his brain...and his dick, and he was messaging the man before he knew it.
Jack almost told him it was himself, he honestly did. He intentionally has his full legal name and a photo of himself with no face in it because he was worried about this exact thing - a person he knows seeing him on this app. But then Robby kept responding to his texts. And he couldn't do it. He knew with astounding confidence that he would cut the whole ordeal off if he knew it was his long time best friend at the other end. So he stayed in the shadows like the disgusting pervert he is.
But this pervert is having way too much fun. He is trying to quell his now boner in the parking lot of both of their jobs at the picture that Robby just sent him.
The image itself is knee weakening alone, don't get him wrong. But just the idea of Robby in the bathroom, pulling his scrubs up, and snapping a picture to send to Jack is enough to get him groaning in the not so privacy of his car.
He is not letting the possibilities of this opportunity slip through his fingers now.
∆
The first time he sent Jonathan a full nude, he felt awkward and misplaced. He was laying on his bed, post shift, in the dim light of his lamp, talking to this man like he's a virgin or something, feeling weird as all hell trying to get a picture of himself that didn't make him seeth, it was bad. But he did it. The send button was already pressed. No going back.
(see attachment)
for your generosity
Lord knows he's gotten a plethora of variously angled photos from this hunk of a man in this past week. The one who seems perfectly content to not have fucked, or be fucked by, him yet. A fact that is getting increasingly harder to ignore. This is turning into a lot less "let's have sex once and move on" and a lot more "I like you as a person, can I have your phone number?"
He didn't get a response until the next morning this time. Which admittedly made him a little suspicious. But the response he got was enough to quell his anxiety this one time, especially with a long shift ahead of him.
I think I just came
Or I'm about to
What the fuck
You're everything
I need to see you lose your mind with pleasure and I need to be the one to do it.
What a way to start his day.
What a way to also remind him, as aforementioned, that he hasn't had this man yet. Not like he's desperate to end this nice back and forth they have, but he did download this app for a very specific reason.
I don't think I can play this game anymore
You're driving me insane
Don't like me anymore?
Like you too much
Too much pent up energy
Me too baby
But nothing was sent after that. Interesting. He's not interested in fighting for him. He's not a chaser for random men on apps, never ever. But he might lose his mind if they don't fuck. Cause at this point, who the hell else can capture his attention like this motherfucking silver fox has?
...He knows the answer
Nobody.
∆
Jack was not reluctant because of a lack of interest. He's been wanting to get in that man's pants for a long time. But the moment he pulls up at his apartment, which he already has the address for, or vice versa, this perfectly built fantasy world will collapse like a tower of cards. And he can't have that quite yet. It's going to take a little bit more of a push on his restraint first.
He unfortunately did get that sooner than he'd like.
Robby came into work early one day after a night of borderline sexting. If Jack got off from just that conversation alone in a bathroom when he should be out working, that's between him, his dick, and the walls. But that's besides the point, the point is that he sent him a message of appreciation when he finally had the time to after a long stint spent in a trauma room working on an MVA patient.
just wanted to let you know how much this shit is affecting me
how much you're affecting me
Too much vulnerability? Maybe. But it's too late to regret it now. Too late to find the regret when he finished hand off with the same man he sent that to, stayed overtime to chat with Dana a bit, and thus watches the exact moment Robby finally reads the DM.
The man smiles softly, and Jack can feel the vibration of his phone whenever he sends his response.
Tell me about it
(see video)
Shit, he's never gotten a video before. But Robby's dick is full and leaking in just the preview, and he needs to go home immediately.
His eyes track the man as he follows one of the students to South and he knows he also needs to get the truth out because he just watched his unknowing coworker/long time friend send him a personal porno at the beginning of his shift.
He has the night off, he's doing this.
-
Right as soon as his shift ends, he gets a response from Jonathan.
what if I come over tonight
finally
you absolutely can
I'll send you my address
don't need it.
what?
He gets no response after that. It leaves him on edge, much like some of the other things this man does that he couldn't explain. What is this guy really on about, what is he about?
The questions spiral and the annoyance increases until he gets a knock on his door. Here goes nothing. He walks up, opens it, and. And it's Jack.
"Oh, hey brother, you didn't tell me you wanted to come over today."
"Yes I did."
With significant effort, he has to quell the way Jack's tone pisses him off. It's not his fault he's in a bad mood.
"What are you talking about?", he says with an incredulous laugh.
He pulls out his phone, scrolls a bit, and faces the screen towards him.
And his stomach fucking drops.
"Wha-"
"I know. It's horrible of me and I'm a horrible person and you can hate my fucking guts all you want. But I couldn't be honest with you because I knew that you never would want me like this-"
"-Jack"
"I will leave right know if you want me to, in fact I should've never come-"
"-Jack"
"Dude I'm really so-"
"Jack! Shut the fuck up."
He does. Okay.
"It's been you the whole time?"
He just nods.
Robby stands there and grapples with that information. The pictures. The videos. The very inappropriate texts. Those have all been to Jack. And he's readily returned it all. His incredibly attractive best friend he's been trying to ignore his feelings for has been pretending like they don't know each other so he can sext him on a gay hook up app.
"Do you need me to go."
"No. I need you to get your ass in here and do exactly what you DM'ed for."
Jack's heart stopped. But his brain went into overdrive. And he's never been a man to hesitate.
pervy ᵎ rabbot x reader . cmnf . fingering . female orgasm . dad/dy kink ( jack is daddy , robby is dad )
Jack and Robby prefer you like this – your flesh unearthed, entirely unclothed. It’s easy access, sure, but it also leaves no doubt about what their sweet girl needs when they can see her: your achy cunt, drooling out need and want on whatever surface you're strewn upon. There’s no use in discerning why you’re fussy or insolent when your exposed little pussy immediately gives you away.
You're fit on Robby's lap, straddled and wrapped in his warmth, while Jack stands at the sink, prosthetic already donned below the knee whilst cleaning the dishes from breakfast. Watery sunlight drools through the curtains, slipping across your bare flesh in tangent, bright streaks, although your focus mostly resides on the touches and soft groans that emit from Robby. For the last half hour, he’s been mending his heat into you, delivering taunting little traces over your clit, working your cunt up in momentary grazes, before pulling away again. Over your navel, palming your belly, stroking in gentle circles before thick fingertips pad over the underside of your breast. His other hand grazes over your inner thigh, further overflowing your mind with buzz and lingering static.
A fat hand crests over the plush skin, squeezing and rubbing to spur on the pleasure he won’t yet provide, while his rounded tummy stays soft and thronged against your back. His coarse beard, brunette and tinged with those aging, white hairs, encroaches over your shoulder, hooked and prickling into your bare skin.
“You’re staying right here, just like this.” Robby practically purrs, punctuating his words with a wet kiss, smacking it on the junction between your jaw and throat.
“Mm.” Jack hums under his breath, eyes flicking over to the two of you. His pink lips upturn in a smirk. Eyes of dark hazel and greenage sweep over your figure – where you’re seated and spread over his lover’s lap. “Too cute to put clothes on.”
You sigh in surrender, yielding completely as Robby flicks the peak of a nipple. He soothes it with his thumb, before his palm traverses down your abdomen. His deep, chocolate brown corneas are purely amorous when he pivots them over to Jack. Seized to him, he rubs over your body while speaking in a soft tone. “You know what I love about mornings like these?”
“What?” Jack murmurs, focused on scrubbing a soapy pan.
“You,” Robby responds to him, his fingers drawing over the mound between your legs. “You, cooking, cleaning – doing this whole domestic thing.”
Jack’s lip tilts up – you both can hear the amusement in his timbre. “Oh yeah?”
“Mhmm.” He snuggles closer, humming roughly into your temple while still half-turned towards his partner. “Looking all sexy in your sweats; your hair all messy.”
“You just can’t help but objectify me, huh?”
Jack laughs at his own retort, and you squirm slightly, leaning back on Robby to catch sight of him with a single summon of, “daddy.”
“Yeah, yeah, we see him.” Robby chuckles, his hand now palming between your thighs, covetous and outright. “Daddy’s lookin’ pretty this morning, huh?”
Jack shoots you both back a beguiled glance, his tone reprimanding, as if the upturn of his mouth doesn’t immediately sell him out. “Don’t encourage her.”
“Too late for that, brother.”
"mhm.. daddy's always pretty." You gleam, eyes pinned to the glow of daylight that weaves itself into Jack’s untamed, sleep-tossed silver ringlets.
"You two are bad for my ego." Jack huffs warmly, yet his spotted cheeks burn up, blushing with the praise. "Gonna make me swell up." He mumbles loud enough for you to hear.
Robby's chin dips against you, the bristles of his beard grazing your outer ear. "You like that thought, huh?" He drawls, while his fat fingers interject between your legs, spreading the wet petals of your pussy open.
There's no use hiding it; not when he's about to submerge a digit inside you. Not when you're about to gush against where his hairy, bare thigh is sat below your cunt. You nod a little "yes," in defeat.
"Yeah." He smiles. "Course you do. Little pervert." His thumb nudges your opening, wet and sticky, before polishing the arousal over your distended clit. He massages your button in gentle, slow swirls, allowing your exposed pussy to slip out more need. It dribbles down your skin, against warmed, delicate flesh, to drip and absorb against the meat of his leg.
It's not until Robby jams the pad of his digit into your bundle of nerves that you physically jerk in his hold, effusing a whine shrill enough to beckon Jack's attention away from his priorities of wet porcelain and Dawn dish soap. The flow of water stops, and he steps over – hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable in his accustomed, curious stance.
When his eyes scale down at your needy, pulsating heat, you immediately tighten on nothing, nibbling into your bottom lip beneath his scrutiny. It doesn't last long; Jack’s smirk returns along with the sight of his palm, and he roughly pinches the peak of your breast. You mouth parts in a sweet little gasp at the sting, brows knitting up towards him.
"Fuck." Jack mutters, "And you say I'm the pretty one."
His gaze falls on Robby's hand, surveilling how he rubs their baby – thumb slotted into your swelled-up, twitching clit, inflicting pressure into every nerve ending, before Robby starts stroking down, slipping them over your slit in a teasing circle, just to feel your cunt feebly attempt to pull them in.
Robby indulges your body when a chubby finger frictions into your hole before your mind can catch up, squishing into your cunt while Jack views the entire sight from above.
"Dirty little thing, isn't she?" He rasps, biting the bottom of his pink lip. He grunts, shifting to sit beside you both. A joint of his cracks in protest, and the wooden chair creaks under his weight.
"’Course she is," Robby murmurs, kissing your throat once more. "Been wet since breakfast. Can never sit still in Dad's lap." His arm hefts your body up in an effort to settle your ass right over the swell of his groin, the motion further submerging his finger inside you. "There we go."
You whimper, head lolling on Robby's shoulder, the pressure of his finger, firmly curling into hot walls, enough to already make you shudder.
"Aw.. You feelin' good, kiddo?" Jack smiles, but it's all taunt. You only moan in response, lust-filled and eager, the noise unleashing light chuckles from both men. The vibrations dip through your muscles and spread into your gut, accumulating the desire into a bleary, dizzying heat. "Think she's ready for another?"
"Oh, she is." Robby hums, halfway pulling his digit out while you needily whine in protest, back arching, thighs tensing over his with the transposing loss of fullness.
Doubly thick, two digits spear into your slick little cunt, stretching delicate flesh through your pants of pleasure. The angle Robby offers is too fucking good; sensations of his languid thrusts have you shaking, not enough and too much in every second. A slow, squelching pull out, wrist twisting in angularity, before his knuckles bump back inside your plushy pussy to drag his thickened, fat fingers into every sensitive crevice of your warmth. Deep seated inside, he strokes up into that tender, needy spot inside you, inducing those thrumming, little waves inside, and those shivers in your thighs.
Through the bliss, you discern Jack's groans. Heavy and resounding, he's palming his cock through boxers a bit too eagerly. You watch as his sun-speckled fingers bend in little circulations across his firmed bulge, as if he’s petting his erection through the busting seam.
"She's watching you, Jack." Robby grins, fucking his fingers harder into your spasming heat.
"Fuck– I know. You like it? Like watchin' Daddy?" He grunts out.
You huff out, shaking your head, obstinate even through your quivers.
"No?" Jack chuckles, strained with longing, although he has already garnered what it is you want. Ever the greedy girl, you're demanding that his hands must be on you, too.
Robby arches his knuckles inside you, just as Jack leans over, the pad of his hot index frotting into the exposed nerves of your plump clit. Your hole weeps, drenched and overwhelmed with both hands that stimulate your drooly pussy. Whines, moans, and little gasps pool out from your mouth, too enveloped by the pleasure to speak.
"Thaaat's better." Robby rumbles into the skin of your shoulder, free arm wrenching you still tight against his chest and belly. "Baby just needed Daddy, too?"
Your messy cunt replies before you can, nuzzling tight around where he penetrates you, your pelvis bucking involuntarily as your orgasm approaches. Your movement is too much, too fast, for the man you’re sat upon. Your wriggly body makes Robby’s dick twitch under your ass, provoking a moan out of his mouth before he can stifle it. He buries his face into the crux of your throat, trying to continue his rhythm of bullying deep inside your pussy.
Jack observes the crude scene; your rutting, desperate hips on his partner's lap. The globs of your arousal that drip out in claim down over his contorting wrist. The tremble of Robby's thighs in attempts to not disrobe, force, and fuck his cock up into you – although the feeling of his prodding dick and heaved pleasure does impend your release that much faster.
"Baby likes that, huh?" Jack deigns, kneading your bud in a ruthless glide. "I know. I know you do. Little one needs to cum so bad."
You nod, quick and pouty with the pace he has on your clit.
"Go ahead, sweetheart," Robby grunts, nipping at your throat, separating his fingers in the cavern of your cunt, piercing the sensation further in each deep, dragging grind. "Go ahead — feel really good for us."
Both men feel it quick with the given permission – your pussy pinching up, gripped onto fingers as they stuff you through the squeeze, your sweet, thudding bud, involuting under Jack's rubs. A creamy surge sluices over Robby's fingers, warm, wet, and all theirs. Your moans don't let up; they can't when you receive each curl, circle, and scissor into your overwrought cunt, extending the waves of your orgasm.
It's only when you grow limp, damp with sweat and want, sighing with a faint simmer that still resides between your thighs, that Robby offers a slight respite. His hand stills, while his free one rubs your tummy, whirling over skin all too sweetly. "So good. Good job, baby," he croons, although his voice curls in on itself, his timbre stained with arousal. "You all fucked out now? All hazy?"
You don't get a chance to respond at all – Jack is already bending over, face dipping to where your cunt is seeping, still adhered to Robby, all but salivating for your taste.
"Mm. No." Jack rasps, his tongue delving in where fingers slot inside you, licking over your inflamed clit. "I think she could use a second helping."
OR: the one where jack and robby can't seem to get on the same page. until you're in between them
This is from a pre-established universe in my mind that sort of resembles Twin Peaks - essentially, Reader's sister goes missing, and Jack is her ex/the town sheriff, and Robby's the FBI agent sent to work the case. This context doesn't matter for the following fic because it's literally just a threesome lmao, but I think it lets you know where my head was at writing this. Idk if I'll ever share/write the rest of it, but there very much is a fully fledged fic somewhere in my brain?
warnings: 18+, mdni! threesome, ex!jack, dom!jack, switch!robby, switch!reader, jack and reader are a little mean to robby and it makes him horny, oral (f receiving), they all make out, reader and jack have a sex tape, robby's lowkey a voyeur
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“He watched our sex tape,” You murmur, leaning into Jack’s touch as his lips attach to your jaw. “Thought it might be some big clue to unlock the case.”
Your eyes flutter closed, a heat pooling low in your stomach under the weight of both of their stares. Jack’s arm snakes round your waist, applying just the slightest bit of pressure as he holds you to him.
“Yeah?” He hums, stare turning on Robby, still sitting across the room. The way he’s fidgeting, adjusting his jeans, tells you he’s just as affected by this as you are. The thought makes you dizzy, your thighs clenching together subconsciously. You’re pretty sure you could get off on anticipation alone.
Jack’s free hand tucks under your chin, tilting your mouth up to his. He tastes like vodka, and your words die on your tongue as he kisses you, deep and slow. For a second he’s everywhere, invading your every sense. But then he’s pulling back, drawing a whine from you at the loss of contact. “Look like that on film, Robinavitch?”
Robby swallows, voice thick. “Somethin’ like that.”
You tilt your head, allowing Jack better access as he mouths at your neck. “Did you watch the whole thing?”
A snort escapes from Jack. “’Course he did. Bet he got off on it, too.” His fingers creep under the hem of your shirt, tugging upwards. As soon as the fabric is discarded his hand returns to your front, kneading at your breast over the lace of your bra. “Does watching do it for you, Michael?”
Seeing Robby’s ever increasing embarrassment, you swat at Jack lightly, whimpering slightly as he pinches your nipple. “You’re being mean.”
“I’m just being truthful.” Hand snaking beneath your bra, you find yourself arching against him, nipples taut as he continues to work you. “Bet he was sitting in that crappy hotel room, jerking off to the thought of another man fucking you. Probably had to turn on the shower so no one would hear.”
Robby stammers a little, a garbled sound that gives away far more than it should. Jack’s right on the money.
“S’okay Robby,” You murmur, almost a purr. You can’t tell if the haze clouding your vision is the alcohol, or the sheer desire coursing through your veins. “I’m not mad. Think it’s cute, actually.”
Everything feels too tight. Your clothes, your chest - you think you might burst. You curl your fingers into Jack’s hair, tugging slightly to keep his head flexed down at your neck. You keep your eyes on Robby, lips parting as Jack sucks a harsh mark on your skin.
Finally, you can’t take it anymore. Letting out a slight huff, you pull back from Jack. “Are you waiting for a formal invitation, or what?”
“Maybe Mr. FBI man doesn’t want to concern himself with smallfolk like us, honey,” Jack replies, voice dripping in sarcasm. “Or maybe he just wants to watch.”
From the tent in his pants, you’re positive that isn’t the case.
“C’mere baby - let me take care of you.”
You untangle yourself from Jack’s grasp, getting to your feet as you beckon Robby over. He gets to his feet, movements slightly unsteady. Giddiness sweeping over you, your breath hitches as Robby closes the distance, pressing his chest to yours, a solid weight keeping you grounded in reality.
Any hesitancy you expected to see from him vanishes as soon as he kisses you. The movements turn hungry, and you’re met with the man who fucked you until you couldn’t speak just a few days ago. You give him a minute or two, before pulling back, wicked smirk tugging at your lips. "You boys going to find a way to work together or what?"
“You know, I think she might be trying to rile us both up,” Robby says, voice low.
“You might be right about that, Robinavitch.”
*****
It's too much. Robby's head between your legs, licking delicate stripes through your folds, while Jack mouths at your tits with a fervour. One hand massages, while he presses sloppy kisses to the other.
Your hips buck up towards Robby, desperately trying to grind against him. He chuckles into your skin, the vibrations sending your head spinning.
Your breath comes out in a choked gasp, hands fisting the sheets pitifully. "F-Fuck, oh my god."
Desperate for something, anything, to keep your mind sharp, you reach forward, hand curling around the base of Jack's cock. He hisses slightly at the contact, pinching at your nipple in response.
"Careful, honey," He warns, and you just shoot him as much of a smile as you can manage.
"What?"
Robby's beard scratches at your clit, and your voice breaks off in another whimper, leading Jack to chuckle again. "My poor girl thinks she's in charge, huh?"
"Shut up," You groan, but you know you're winning when Jack starts to redden, tense from the effort of holding off an orgasm.
"Can't be doing that sweetheart - not if you want tonight to last."
"You don't want to be the weak link, do you Jack?" You taunt, sighing prettily as Robby continues to lap at your cunt. "Careful, or Robby'll be the only one allowed inside."
Taking that as an invitation, Robby's hands are firm, repositioning you just how he wants. Ass in the air, you can feel him pressing into you, cock brushing through your folds. Everything moves so quickly you don't even notice Jack moving too.
Turns out they can work together. Sometimes.
A groan escapes, and your head bobs forward towards him, who's now stretched out on the bed, looking amused at the entire situation.
Like he wasn't moaning your name a few minutes ago when you had his cock in your hands.
*****
“You know, I really feel like I've been carrying this tonight,” You finally breathe, chest heaving. Three orgasms in, and you're exhausted. “You-” You point at Robby, digging your finger into his chest, “-have only finished once. And you-” Jack's turn, “-haven't cum at all.”
“Are you seriously mad at us for focusing on you?” Robby murmurs, fighting back a smile.
“Last I checked, you've spent a good chunk of tonight on your back, while we've been doing the hard work,” Jack replies, eyebrow raised. “Not sure how that constitutes you doing everything. 'Sides - we're not as young as we used to be, honey. I'm one-and-done these days."
“I'm just saying,” You begin, pulling yourself up so you're sitting against the headboard. Robby follows, elbow against the wall as he turns to face you both. “I think your enjoyment could be greatly increased if you… y'know.”
“Gotta use your words, sweetheart," Jack says.
"What's the point of all this if we aren't all going to enjoy each other? You're makin' me feel selfish."
You're not entirely sure how it'll land, given Jack and Robby have spent the last month loathing each other, but when they don't dismiss the idea, you lean forward and press your lips to Robby's.
The kiss is the softest it's been all night, with him leaning over to cup your cheek.
It's the kiss of a husband returning home to his wife after a long day's work - not that of a dirty fuck in the middle of nowhere.
“Such a pretty girl,” He mumbles, breath fanning across your face as he trails his lips along your jaw.
Your hand reaches out, tangling in the curls at the nape of Jack's neck, as you guide him towards you both.
The moustache scratches at your neck, the friction making you sigh. A turn of heads, and you collide with Jack, while Robby turns his attention to your pulse point.
Soon, you can't even tell who is who. An occasional brush of hair from Robby's stubble is the only thing that differentiates either man as you kiss them both.
When you finally pull back, it's like they don't even notice you're gone. You can't help the self-satisfied smirk. This is what you wanted.
Butterfly (complete): Callie is vet tech with a silly sense of humor. Jack Abbot was immediately obsessed. When she lands herself in The Pitt from a work injury, Jack falls apart. Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3
Promises, Promises (complete): Companion to Butterfly. Dr. Abbot is a nervous first time father. It's not helping that the L&D is flooded and his girlfriend is stubborn. Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Alt. Ending
You Wouldn't Ask: Companion to Promises, Promises and Butterfly. Jack has set aside one day a month to take his girlfriend out and pamper her, their daughter in tow. Callie, loves it. But when pickles at the farmers market make her realize that she's going to have a very bad day, Jack has to keep his little family from falling apart.
Broken Smile: You are one of PTMC's best ER residents, but it's your day off. You head to Pittfest. Robby and Abbot have to pick up the pieces. Reader x platonic!Abbot and Robby
Salvation: Jack needs you like air, but he's too wounded to keep himself from breaking everything.
Easy: You're a new ER nurse and feel like you aren't cut out for it. Jack sees what you don't.
Like You (complete): You're a single mom with a teen boy. Jack can handle the anger, he'll still care for him. Years later, Pittfest makes them equal and it breaks Jack's heart. Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4
Spitfire (complete): Lena Murphy is the best of the best. Her mentors, Dr. Robby and Dr. Abbot, taught her well and her coworkers lean on her. But everyone has a breaking point. How will the Pitt handle one of their own breaking? Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5
Organized Care: You forget to take care of yourself. Jack is a walking pharmacy, so it's fine.
Dysphagia Dilemma: Emma is sick and no one knows what it is. Not even Dr. Jack Abbot.
You're a Good Man, Jack Abbot: Ashley suffers from Endometriosis and Ovarian Cysts. When she's having a bad flare-up on a day when her partner, Jack Abbot, is covering another department, she has to deal with dismissive doctors.
Desperation: She and Jack receive the worst news. They hold each other, what else is there to do?
An Unfair Trajectory: Reader is in a car accident and suffers from severe injuries including a traumatic brain injury. Jack helps her navigate her healing.
Going Up: You and Jack get into some sexy shenanigans when the elevator breaks. 18+ only!
Time Machine: Jack's daughter is pregnant and he has to figure out how to keep everything from falling apart. And learn to not kill her boyfriend.
Too Much: Jack x OC: Jack has to reckon with the promises he made to his wife in order to keep her safe. Warnings: Bipolar Depression, violence, blood, self-harm, trauma, therapy
Get Used to it: When Rose finds herself single and pregnant, Jack Abbot steps up. As the due date approaches, feelings are harder to hide. Complete. Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
The Adventures of Fuzzy and Ducky: (Rabbot) Robby was close with his goddaughter until her parents moved away and became reclusive. When he recieves a call that changes both of their lives, he has to figure out how to help his not-so-little goddaughter while keeping his marriage together and running an ER. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11 Ch 12 Ch 13 Ch 14 Ch 15 Ch 16 Ch 17 Epilogue Part 1 Epilogue Part 2
Woodland Treasures: Jack likes to go on hikes on his day off. He finds something unexpected while enjoying the start of fall.
Kittens are Great Wingmen: Jack has taught his kitten, Peg, to walk on a leash so they can hike together. When a hike goes wrong, it lands him in the Pitt. But there's always a silver lining. Especially when the person fixing your laceration is your crush.
The Exhaustion of Being a Woman:Being a woman in the world is tough. When A patient gets handsy, you think about packing it in. Jack is there to make sure you're okay.
Rain on Your Birthday: It's raining. It's your birthday. You hate your birthday. Jack is there for you to lean on through it.
The Baby Dream: You wake up from the infamous Baby Dream and are distraught. Jack has no idea what is going on. He tries his best to understand.
Slipped: Jack Abbot x Robinavitch Sister! Reader; You've been struggling with Infertility and Jack has been holding you together. Eventually, you both reach a breaking point and have to figure out how to put each other back together. Ch 1 Ch 2 Ch 3 Ch 4 Ch 5 Ch 6 Ch 7 Ch 8 Ch 9 Ch 10 Ch 11
Ice, Ice Baby!: You slip on the ice outside of PTMC, your husband, Jack Abbot, is doing his best to not mock you.
Watch It: Companion to Slipped and Robinavitch Jewels but can be read on it's own. You meet Jack Abbot and the two of you have to figure each other out. There are ups and downs.
Lessons in Communication: Jack attends ASL classes and hits it off with the teacher.
Out of Hand: Jack Abbot X Reader: When the reader starts acting strange, everyone notices and Jack has to figure out what's going on.
A Pretty Great Day: You and Jack go to Kennywood and have a nice day.
Hell of a night: After a girl's night out goes wrong, reader calls Jack for help.
what if he's always had a high sex drive? what if he's always needed to jerk off twice a day, at least, and he's thankful it's thinned out a bit since growing older, but it's still a need.
what if his past partners shamed him for it a bit, or just made jokes that didn't feel like jokes about ready again so soon? and give me a minute, I'm not sure I can keep up with you or not tonight darling, I have a headache, laughed off when he dared to ask for a helping hand.
and let's make him hyperspermia!robby too. he gets it. it’s a production, it requires a production, if he gets too caught up in the moment and forgets a towel, he and his unlucky partner are fucked afterward, have to take a second shower, etcetera.
no one wants a man who can't keep it in his pants, and he's not like that, really, he knows to read the air, knows to suppress his desire and be an attentive boyfriend. and masturbation is usually better anyway. no performance, no pressure, no stress, no worries about how he's being judged, just an escape.
he keeps a towel by the bed, he tries to come as fast as possible to sate the rather annoying need to come so often, only drawing it out when he's had a long week and he knows three short minutes won't be enough. robby is used to this. robby is familiar with this.
come twice a day, try to contain the mess, do a lot of laundry, come into a lot of condoms. shower. rinse and repeat. twice a day is the minimum he needs to function without his dick pointing at the ceiling, and if he can get more, it's a luxury. even though the need never really stops being there, he just learns to ignore it. it's not life threatening, after all, it's just a case of blue balls.
and then there's jack.
jack, who is certainly no prude, who takes everything robby gives him happily, but robby still holds back. comes once with him, a few times more after jack is in the shower or after he goes to work or generally any time he's going to be out of the house.
jack doesn't mind the mess he makes when he comes, in fact, he likes it. he's not shy about asking robby for a facial, and he doesn't rush to get a towel as soon as the high fades. he's the best robby could ever ask for, which is exactly why he doesn't want to drive jack away.
jack, who walks in on robby jerking off one evening when jack is dismissed from work, actually overstaffed for once, not needed. robby thought he had the evening to himself, and he was eager to draw it out, so he's naked on their bed with one towel under him and another at the ready for the mess. he's not even jerking off into a condom tonight.
it's not too unusual or scandalous to find your boyfriend jerking off, except for the fact that robby fucked and came inside jack twice before jack left for work, only a short hour ago. and here robby is again, rock red hard and nowhere near done.
he tries to hide it, of course, but jack takes his hands and kisses his face and asks, gentle and sweet, "was it not good for you earlier, sweetheart?"
"it was great," robby stutters out, blushing and unable to meet his eye, "I just...wanted more. I'm sorry."
"none of that, you know I hate that word," jack says, kissing the back of his hand. "tell me."
he explains it all to jack, who drags it out of him in careful pulls of information. how he has always been this way, how he's never felt drained, how enough is never enough, how he's yet to find the limit. instead of sighing, he can practically see hearts forming in jack's eyes, wide with lust and curiosity.
"you're saying you could go as many times as you want and not have to stop?" jack breathes with awe.
"i need to," robby confesses, still blushing, still embarrassed. "i try not to make it your problem--"
"baby," jack says, kissing him hard with tongue, hands on his face, "i want you to make it my problem every day of my life from now on. i don't care that you just fucked me an hour ago, i want you to use me to make yourself come as many times as you can right here, right here, and always."
robby, who can name on one hand the partners who could keep up with him he's had throughout his life, let alone the people who could match him or outpace his sex drive. but jack--jack is lit up like he just won the lottery.
robby is hesitant, but jack lays out on his back, naked with his legs spread, and lets- no, encourages robby to pound him once, twice, thrice until robby is just beginning to feel like he's getting winded. jack tells him to keep going, getting annoyed after a while with how often robby checks in, is he sure he's still okay?
jack comes, but he says that isn't important, what's important is robby fucking his own sloppy seconds, sobbing out his pleasure into jack's neck as he finally comes like he wants to.
when he gets weak and shaky from holding himself up above jack so long and thrusting and coming so much, jack climbs onto his lap and rides him just the way robby likes. it's perfect.
when jack slurs out, utterly cockdrunk, "'m the luckiest man on earth, sweetheart," robby almost weeps. he never thought he'd find this. utter acceptance. not feeling in the least like he's a bother or strange for coming so much, for having this bottomless well of desire that it takes so much effort to sate.
when he's finally drained, jack kisses him again and says, "I'm never going to take my hands off you ever again, sweetheart. never, ever want you to come alone when you don't want to. and when we're having sex in the future, i don't care if it makes us late, you are going to be satisfied, goddammit. because if you're not, it means i'm not doing my job right. i'm gonna give you a run for your money. you're gonna have to keep up with me."
and doesn't that sound perfect? "i love you," is all robby can say. jack just smiles and kisses him again, still cockwarming him.
