#stepdad!robby x reader

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I needa go back to my roots n write more fauxcest n stepcest man. I fear I’ve lost the ancient texts… stepdad!robby…uncle!jack..sigh creepy stepbro!dennis??? IM NEGLECTING THE NEEDS OF MY PEOPLE. I needa get more freaked out well I never stopped..

like ughhh stepdad!robby who tries, he really does but when he walks by the sliding glass doors and sees you floating leisurely in the pool atop a floaty? he can’t help but stare at the tiny excuse of a bathing suit that you have on. the way your tits are practicing spilling out from the top, nipples clearly visible through the fabric. how it leaves absolutely nothing to the imagination. how he’s sure that if he had his glasses on he could see the curls that peek out from the sides of your bikini bottoms. how pretty your legs look shimmering in the sun. he attempts to banish any inappropriate thoughts from his head but when you stretch out crossing your legs? he’s done for. openly fantasizing about how easy it’d be to untie those bows holding everything together. it’s even worse when you unintentionally make eye contact with him. perking up and waving, a devastatingly pretty smile on your face as you call out a sweet “hi dad!” he tries and fails.

or uncle!jack who can’t help but smile when he comes around to hang with robby. because you, in all your sweet summer glory loves to stay around the garage while they work on their bikes. asking questions n helping when you can, bending over to gather tools for him. the swell of your ass peeking out from under your shorts in a way he really can’t ignore. you’re sweaty too, he can tell, he can smell it. when you first leaned in to hug him the aroma hitting him all at once, that was when he initially arrived and even more so now as you walk about the garage. the somehow sweet smell making his mouth water, he sees it soak the underarms of your shirt, drip down your neck. and sees it make a perfect imprint of your thighs and ass in the fabric of the lawn chair you were sitting in as you chatted with them over the neck of the wine cooler in your hand. his eyes locking in on it immediately after you had got up to grab yourself another. you were mouth watering, truly..and his best friends daughter.

and stepbro!dennis who loves you, so much. always wanted a sister really. he’s the sweetest thing ever. but god do you tempt him. in the blazing sun of early june wiping down his dads truck accompanied by you. suds and water flying about as the two of you are far more interested in getting the other soaked. dennis armed with the hose and you a bucket of soapy water. it was innocent really, you splashing cold handful’s at him causing him to retaliate by dousing you with the frigid water was all in good fun. until he saw how the water soaked right through your short sundress. the material clinging to your body becoming ever so see through. the color of your panties visible along with the clear outline of your breasts. no bra, he immediately noticed and it made him swallow hard. he’d never seen so much of you before so he stared..and stared. then came more water until you were laughing and dripping. droplets tracing your legs collecting in a puddle at your feet. none the wiser to his prying eyes.

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going to the beach with stepbro!dennis (or bf!dennis and stepdad!robby? 🫣) and wearing the tiniest bikini you can find, it barely covers anything, one wrong move and your nipple is out, the bottoms is basically a g string.

i feel like with stepbro!dennis he would get really possessive and be groping you all day, maybe even moving your bottoms to the side to snag a peek at your cunt 🤭

with bf!dennis and stepdad!robby i think dennis would try to control himself since he doesnt wanna make a bad impression on your stepfather. but robby is shamelessly ogling you, staring directly at your boobs when talking to you, or asking you to sit on his lap while he's hard as a rock 🤭 bonus points for some tummy mention because my mind is still reeling from that tummy shot in the trailer 😵‍💫

stepbro!dennis would be all OVER goin to the beach with you. absolutely elated as soon as you bring it up, not just to see you half naked but in general just to have fun. mostly to see you half naked

warnings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby, stepbro!dennis.

so like your family definitely has one of those big ass beach tent things that you can’t see inside of and he’s using that to his advantage. offering to help you moisturize sunscreen into your skin, using it as an excuse to get handsy. once you’re laid out his hands are all over you, back, arms, ass, thighs, legs. resting his knees over the back of your legs so you can’t get up before pulling your bottoms to the side. “den—dennis! what are you doing? mom and dad could be back any second.” comes your panicked whines trying to push the man off you. “m’sorry just..you look so pretty I just wanna see okay?” youre huffing about it but you relent.

he leans down nosing over the back of your neck, inhaling deeply. the smell of salt on your skin and your sweat is enough to have him half hard. his tongue peeking out as he licks down your shoulder. “you’re so gross!” ignoring you he continues moving down your back in wet streaks. lifting your arm and sticking his nose there, where the scent of your sweat is the strongest n licking there too. him panting all the while, you squeal, the sensation a confusing mess of arousing and horribly ticklish. continuing his earlier practice he tugs the bottoms to the side coming up off your back to peer between your legs. the peek he gets sends a shiver though him. bringing his spare hand down to pull apart the glistening mess “wanna taste you..you’re wet.” a finger slides through your sticky mess, ever so slightly pushing against your hole “can’t den, you know that— you said just a look!.”

he’s basically pouting knowing you’re right. but god if this isn’t the hottest thing he’s seen. holding his sister down and touching her to his hearts content. the previous half boner he was sporting now growing into a full hard-on. he likes it, loves it even knowing that he isn’t forcing you but the fact that he could..and you’d like it is enough to have him just as wet as you.

maybe he even slides his cock between the cheek of your ass and the swimsuit, rutting against you until he’s spilling all over your lower back.

now, for stepdad!robby he definitely noticed dennis’ behavior towards you, mostly because he was staring too. with his darling stepdaughter running around in scraps, how could he not look? you’re breathtaking. young and pretty, it makes his cock twitch from where he sits in his folding chair. watching you and dennis splash around, unfortunately for you though all the running around loosens the tie on your top. causing you to rush out of the water and back into the tent and past michael with a yelp. while dennis tries to hide his obvious boner robby is gently asking if you need help. and of course your nodding with a “yes please.” voice shy n low.

ordering you to sit on his lap so he can retie it for you has you happily obliging. plush thighs on top of his firm ones, covered in course hair that makes you squirm. “gotta come closer honey..s’okay.” large hands grip your hips sliding you back on his lap. his soft tummy presses to your back and his hands begin to work at your top. all your squirming making him groan, “stop moving.” “sorry..” the friction making his dick kick to life in his shorts pressing against your cunt. “robby you’re—“ he hums out a low “shh”

“your fault for all that moving baby.” once he’s done you try to get up but his palms keep you still. “give me a sec honey, I need to calm down before you get up.”

imagining both of them perving on you all day is so fun. maybe dennis even intentionally loosens the straps of your bottoms while you both swim. so he has an excuse to go under water and “look” for them. which, there is no looking he grabbed them they second they came off. he just wants to look, n maybe even finger you in the water who knows!!

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Is it bad that I'm hoping Jack gets to robby's stepdaughter first...

warnings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby, uncle!jack, minor descriptions of sex.

oh that so juicy, imagine it all culminates on a family trip up to robby’s old cabin. you, him, michael, and your mom. it’s late summer, the august sun is hot and overbearing and oh! there’s a lake attached to the house.

it’s a small thing really, three rooms one bathroom. small kitchen next to the large living area. one room for you, one for jack, and for robby and your mom.

just a little family fun you know? some time to get away and relax away from the big city chatter. while michael is off with you mother exploring the grounds. you’re left alone at the cabin with jack..for unspecified amounts of time, who knows what he’ll do now that he’s got you alone? honestly much of the trip would go like that you and your precious uncle jack stuck together while your stepdad and mom spend time together.

they even kick you out of the house well, your mom does, so that she and michael can have some “adult” alone time. as she puts it, which promptly makes you grimace openly complaining about how you did not need to know that.

much to the slight annoyance of robby, knowing that you being alone with jack will give the sly man all kinds of ideas. having already told robby the length of his desires in regards to you after long shifts in the park across from the ED. beers in hand and inhibitions dwindling, where nobody is around to overhear or judge the vulgar words that spill from his lips. or the way michael agrees with him. in short he doesn’t trust him, it stems from concern but mostly jealousy, deep down past his maddening guilt for the lust he harbors for you. he wants you first, wants to touch you first to hear what melodic sounds he can pull from you. to see how you’d react to the pleasure he knows he can give you. how you’d shake underneath him, looking up with those pretty eyes of yours. would you call him michael, robby, or maybe even dad. the thought shakes him to his core.

before you both leave robby is pulling jack to the side with a rough hand on his shoulder giving him a stern look. as he all but yanks the man into the kitchen away from where you sit. “don’t get any ideas man.” and jack is giving a grin way too sharp to be innocent in the way he clearly tries to play it off as. “oh i’d never, scouts honor.” tone entirely fake paired with botched ‘cross my heart’ gesture granting him a completely unconvinced look from michael.

“I’m serious I..I—“ “—you what? get real brother. s’not my fault you’re taking too long.” his tone is flat and honest, before robby can rebuttal your mother is walking in urging them to wrap it up so jack and you can evacuate the premises.

with one last pointed look at the still grinning man, robby is begrudgingly telling you guys to have a good time. you responding with a bright “we will! uncle jack is always fun.” wide excited eyes melting him from your pure excitement, before he’s glancing at jack who wraps an arm around your shoulder “that we do kiddo.”

maybeeee this is all conceptual. aka not cannon just fun :)

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I SEE FAUXCEST!ROBBY AND I AM UP!!! love anything that has robby feeling guilty and absolutely disgusted with himself whenever he catches his thoughts about reader straying a little too much into how desperately he's craving them. he mentally flogs himself every time it happens! maybe he confides in jack at some point, and instead of being the angel on his shoulder, jack enables him instead, asking robby if he's fucked you yet, telling him to snatch your underwear and to bring you over to robby's place more often -🏵️

HI HONEY YOURE BACK!! the kids missed u! this is sorta a continuation of the other thing like this I wrote here. its set in the same universe u could say!!

warnings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby, uncle!jack

so michael is loosing his goddamn mind, plagued with dirty thoughts of the worst kind. the kind that entail debauchery to its fullest extent. the kind about you, and your short summer dresses that flutter when the wind kicks up. the kind about those flimsy denim shorts you parade around in, barely covering anything and so easy to rip off. almost like it’s teasing him with the amount of skin they show. begging him to slip them off and run his hands over what he cant, what he shouldn’t. so in defeat michael makes the drive over to jacks place hoping to get some advice.

“well what the fuck are you doin’ here man, everything alright?” jack says when he opens the door to his apartment eyes narrowed in suspicion. clearly having been laying around, gray hair mussed and sweats on. face surprised at the image of the defeated man that stares back at him from the hallway of his complex. michael sighs, walking past him into the doorway. immediately making a beeline to the fridge where he knows liquid solace sits, chilled to a crisp in a little glass bottle.

“hello to you too then.” then jacks huffing out a laugh and shutting the door. trailing behind the taller man who slumps down at the small kitchen table, sitting heavy against the chair. jack stands at the head of the table arms crossed and looking at the man questioningly. “alright talk to me before I assume you ran somebody over on the drive here.” robby sighs again, looking up at him, before taking a swig and mumbling your name. the other man quirks a brow. “what about her..?”

“I..want her.” there’s a moment of silence before jacks face splits in a boisterous laugh. shoulders shaking at the absurdity of the confession. robby scowls, a lick of embarrassment flies across his face. “fuck you man.” “holy—holy shit” he wheezes out between laughs “you wanna fuck her?” “what an unceremonious question.” he doesn’t answer, knows he doesn’t, giving a deadpan look in return and that’s all jack needs. before dropping himself into the chair across from his visibly frustrated visitor. “you haven’t already..?” voice light but muddled in slight bewilderment. “what do you mean?” “brother, you eye her like she’s a piece of meat when she’s around. you stare at her tits almost as much as I do, thought you already did, I wouldn’t blame you either.” michael leans back in his chair tilting his head to the side, a confused grimace “that’s my kid man.” “stepkid, she’s not yours plus you married her mom when she was what, 20? s’been a year get over yourself and screw her already.”

he’s not wrong, sure you’ve adapted to calling him dad on occasion, the sound of it still makes him twitch im a sick satisfaction. but you also just call him robby!there’s no real father daughter bond going on between the two of you. but it still crosses a moral and ethical line. “she’s less than half my age.” he argues “just makes it better, look rob, she’s a hot piece of ass and with those scraps she calls clothes it’s a miracle I haven’t made a move on her yet.” his words earn him a pointed look, almost a glare and entirely a warning that has him lifting his hands in surrender “can’t say I haven’t looked. if you don’t I just might.” that has him sighing again deep and exhausted. this has been keeping him up at night, riddling his mind with whispers of what ifs, and the thought that one little touch cant hurt. wanting to know how you’d react if he started to pursue you.

“I feel like some stereotypical stepdad, lusting after my wifes daughter.” “there’s a reason why that category is popular, just sayin’.” “shut it, what should I do..?” he genuinely is looking for some guidance here. some sort of solace to lead him down the right path because temptation is calling and he’s one second from picking up. he gets the opposite though.

jack sighs, leaning forward on his elbow over the table face dropping into something more serious “bring her over here.” that sends robby almost sputtering “the fu—“ “zip it and listen, bring her round here somewhere that’s not her mom’s house.” he nods in understanding urging him to continue “see if she’s feelin’ it too, chances are she is, i’ve seen the way she looks at you.” he takes another long drink from the beer bottle.

“and if she’s not feeling you, shes sure as hell gonna be feelin’ me. seriously, I don’t know how you’ve held out this long. ya gotta be a saint.” he’s grinning again, sly eyes meeting his friends. there’s intent behind his eyes and michael knows he’s not lying.

swiping a hand over his face, fingers running over the course hair of his beard. keeping the palm there rested on his chin in thought. “why the fuck not, I’m already this far gone.” “huh?” it’s jacks turn to be confused, michael hasn’t said anything to allude to him giving into his desires so he’s puzzled at what he could mean.

he doesn’t stay confused long however, because a second later. robby is digging in his hoodie pocket and pulling out a pair of panties. a dark navy, simple in color excusing the lace that trims the edges in delicate waves. and sliding them onto the table. jacks jaw drops staring at them before looking back up at his life long friend.

“did the laundry..found em. couldn’t—“ he’s sighing, seems like he’s doing a lot of that today. placing the half empty bottle on the table. before placing his face in his hands in defeat “—stop myself.” to michaels credit he does sound slightly remorseful.

jack gives an sideways smirk, a thorough enjoyment lacing his features. before he’s leaning back, crossing his arms once more and looking at robby down his nose

“and you call me a dirty pervert, fuckin’ hypocrite.”

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stepdad!robby who calls you kiddo😵‍💫

this only made me thing of dialogue sooo here!!

“cmon kiddo you can take it..you’re a big boy/girl” when he’s sliding his cock into you for the first time.

“fuck— didn’t..didn’t know you could move like that kid.” when you’re on top, riding him from base to tip.

“look at that would you? m’just stuffin you full aint i kiddo?” when he realizes how much he stretches you out.

“yeah—yeah fuck yourself on me like that kid..shit feel so fucking good..” when he’s got you bent over n you start meeting his thrusts by pushing back on him.

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the concept of reader being as much of a pervert for stepdad!robby as he is for reader.... (cynthia erivo gif)

oh and she is, she just likes acting dumb. yk what’s more fun than letting someone know you want them? playing coy and doing things that could be considered as flirting or making a move but its never obvious enough to be called out on. and that’s what she wants for robby to stop acting like he’s some saint and drop them pants.

plus can you blame her?? she’s really trying. how many times can a gal leave her panties in his laundry before he understands. how many kisses pressed to the corner of his lips until he’s kissing back. how many times does she have to call him into the bathroom to hand her a towel that she “forgot” until he’s jumping in with her.

maybe she really is gonna have to fuck jack to get his attention. which is perfectly fine because she wants both. too many chances and not enough action can make a girl bored after all.

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a req u can't write later because this has been on my mind, and i just wanted to send it in ur ask box before i forget.

but like.... cockwarming stepdad!robby. imagine he asks for you to sit in his lap, and u do, ur (unintentionally) wearing a skirt for easy access. he pulls ur panties to the side and inserts himself, just holding u there as a punishment

“robby..isn’t my mom gonna be home soon?” you question, voice strained and breathy as you pant it out.

his hum rumbles low and deep from the bottom of his chest. “suppose she is..why?” you swallow trying to readjust yourself every movement has the tip of his cock pressing inside you sending sparks of pleasure under your skin.

“stop moving sweetheart I’m trying to read.” voice rough, laced with a stern kind of certainty.

you sniffle, he’s had you like this for the better part of an hour. fed up with your snarky attitude deciding to sit you down on him as punishment. tugging your panties to the side and stuffing you full of his cock. right on the couch right in front of the door, the unlocked door, the same door your mom was due through any minute now. your eyes stay trained on it, anticipation and shame rolling in your tummy at the prospect of being caught like this.

“b-but..what if she comes in?”

putting his novel down with a sigh. his large hands move to grip your hips tightly, moving you back and forth grinding you down on his cock. in slow, intentional motions.

“hm..that’d be quite unfortunate for you.” groaning at the stimulation right in your ear, heated breath fanning down your neck leaving goosebumps in its wake. your warm cunt clenching repeatedly around his shaft. precum leaking from the tip and into you, it makes you whimper out.

“you know honey..” he starts, palms sliding under your knees to hoist you up and back into his chest. ripping a startled half yelp half moan from you.

“wouldn’t be in this situation if you had listened to me baby, s’your fault. not mine.” his hips begin to snap into you harshly the course hair of his thighs tickling the sensitive skin of your with each slap.

“so, I suggest you make me come before she walks in.”

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cnc w/ stepdad dr. robby — after a semester filled with anonymous lingerie and flower deliveries, grad student comes home and has to put on a show to get next semester’s tuition paid for (all agreed on in advance)

warings: fauxcest, stepdad!robby

robby is definitely making you try on everything he’s bought you, gently coaxing you to turn and spin for him. eyes trailing down you so slow it makes you nervous. you stand in the middle of your childhood room, michael sitting on the bed legs spread and eyes only on you.

every set that showed up in the mail, wrapped in a sleek black box topped off with a satin bow. now laid out on the bed behind him. “don’t be shy honey, you look gorgeous..knew you would.” it comes out breathy n low his big hands running over the material of his cargos.

and so it goes, you’re changing outfits and posing in provocative ways in hopes this’ll be enough to convince him to continue supporting you financially. with every change the flush on michael’s cheeks grow and so does the bulge in his pants. you can see the outline of him straining against the fabric.

he doesn’t touch you though, wanting to stay respectful but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t touch himself.