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going feral for waking robby up in the morning w ur mouth on his dick so u can feel it get hard <3
this made my tummy flipppppp //
worst part is you're not even sucking it! robby wakes up to his dick wrapped snug and wet in your warm mouth, twitching against the side of your cheek every time you suckle on it in your half asleep state. your head on his thigh facing him, eyes mostly closed but he knows by your breathing that you're awake.
he grunts, low and rumbly, and puts a hand on your head, brushing hair out of your eyes thumb following the line of your nose and cheekbones. "woke up hungry, honey?"
you hum so soft n sleepy, making vibrations against his cock, eyes fluttering open to look at him with hearts in them, speaking muffled around him. he cracks a smile at that and gently pulls you off, wiping a little drool off your chin. "say that again?"
"wanted to taste you," you blink so slowly he almost thinks you're drunk, and I guess you are but only on how good and heady he smells, how familiar he feels on your tongue. you turn and kiss at his palm before turning back to your treasure, a soft kiss then a wet kitten lick. "stay soft, okay, daddy?"
he chokes on a laugh then, letting you take him all the way down your throat again. "I'll try, honey."
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PLS im begging you to write a late bloomer fic with Robby or Jack or both where reader is a nurse who was so focused on herself and bettering her life and her career that suddenly at 26-28 she looks around and realized she’s a late bloomer and hasn’t ever even had relationship ……..
I don't really take fic requests but this is literally me minus the nurse part and instead of being busy n focused on myself it was crippling fear of intimacy and body issues 🤪🤪🤪🤪
how’d you feel about the Argentinian YouTuber (Gaspi) passing away in the helicopter accident? Watching his videos he was so funny
I don't know much about the crash or any of the people on it but it sounds devastating, any death like that especially with young people is so awful :/ I'd be down to check him out if you have a rec!
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fucked in the head bc i get so jelly when i see gifs of robby with noelle or heather 😔
this was me texting maya as i was watching the show truly humiliating </3 heather was fine mostly it was his interactions with noelle that pmo... “or you could come along” literally shut the fuck up idiot I will kill you
robby......... pawing at his tummy, rubbing your cheek against his beard, whining when he moves you off his lap saying his back hurts, dropping your head into his lap to mouth at him through his pants with big, pleading, watery eyes
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being petty and a lil mad at robby so you offer to rub his back after work and really digging into those knots and pressure points as hard as you can <3 helpful and hurtful
18+ mdni as always this got away from me!! i love this idea!!! i need to ragebait this old man with my dramatic tendencies!!
he’s letting out little huffs and soft groans of pleasure but then you really go in on a knot in his shoulder and he winces and sucks in through his teeth… he’s a stubborn ass, hell bent on being mr tough guy, so it takes a solid 3 minutes of your rough treatment for him to finally acknowledge it— “Ach— jesus, hon, ease up.”
“You’re tight.” You grit out, and just from the way it sounds he can picture the little expression that’s on your face— brows furrowed, jaw set, teeth clenched, lips pouted.
Robby huffs out a laugh. “You mad at me, sweetheart? That what this is?”
That only sets you off more. He doesn’t even know. You grind your knuckles into his shoulder blade, hard enough that you may as well by trying to dig right through his skin to get to the muscle.
“Fucking hell!” Robby’s forehead drops to the pillow and he tries to angle himself away from your touch. “Shit, kid, is this still about dessert last night?”
“No.” Yes. You put all your weight on the heel of your hand and press hard against his lat.
Robby hisses then shakes his head with an exasperated laugh. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You said I ‘shouldn’t have any.”
“Because you’d end up with an upset stomach and whine about it all night. We went over this.”
“You hate me.”
“Kid,” Robby groans and starts to shift, and you lift your weight off his hips just enough for him to roll onto his back under you. He meets your eye with a serious expression. “I don’t give a fuck if you have dessert.” He chuckles wryly, “Hell, I’d love for you to have dessert every single night. Whenever you want. But you’ll always eat some rich, creamy pasta dish, or something spicy, then overdo it with ice cream, and you know what happens?”
You just glare at him and cross your arms, and Robby scrunches up his face in a dramatic display of faux pain. His hands come down to cup his stomach, and his voice lilts “Robby, I don’t feel good.” He mimics your voice in a high-pitched rasp. “Owww, Robby, my tummy hurts.”
You’re working really hard not to smile, and Robby can tell. He lets a grin form on his own face.
“Tell me I’m wrong, brat.”
“Fuck you,” you have to mumble it softly, because if you gave it any more juice a laugh would come out with it. Robby pokes your side, chuckling as you squirm away.
Robby calming reader down and holding them back after reader gets into a fist fight or something
18+ mdni (this got long!!) omg omg reader drunkenly trying to fight some girl who hits on robby at a bar 😵💫😵💫 you’re hanging back at the table while he goes n gets more drinks… you end up going after him because you wanna go dance, and as you approach the bar you see a girl around your age gazing up at him and giggling and touching his arm…
she’s as wasted as you are, robby can tell, but of course you don’t care. you march right up to them and catch the beginning of robby’s rejection— “I’m flattered, really, but I—“
“Hi.” You butt in between them, hanging onto Robby’s arm and shooting a little glare to the girl. then you address him. “I wanna dance.”
“Yeah?” He smiles at you. “Sure, kid. In a sec.”
You hum in approval and stand to wait for your drinks… but the girl is still beside you. she didn’t immediately scamper away like you’d expected her to when you made your appearance, which you are not a fan of. you cast a little look her way. “Can I help you?”
“Not really.” She shoots back, words a bit slurred just like yours. She looks past you to robby again. “So, what kind of doctor are you?”
Your jaw twinges visibly. “I’m his girlfriend.” you grind out before he can even think about responding. You feel his big hand on the small of your back, and you aren’t sure if it’s a comfort or a warning— or, most likely, both— but you’re too drunk to care either way.
The girl doesn’t even spare you a glance. “Are you, like, a surgeon? You give surgeon vibes—“
“He’s my boyfriend.” You speak up again, harsher this time. The girl’s eyes roll in their sockets before finally landing on you.
“What, he’s your boyfriend so nobody’s allowed to talk to him?”
Your jaw drops for a moment at this girl’s audacity, and Robby’s surprised he can’t see steam coming out of your ears. “Nobody’s allowed to hit on him.”
“Does he know that?”
Your hands ball up where they’re resting on the bar. “Excuse me?—“
“Cause just a second ago he seemed pretty—“
That’s all it takes to send your fist in the air. Robby’s strong hand catches your forearm before you’re able to take a swing, “Jesus— cool it, Mohammed Ali.”
the girl’s laughing in your face, her hands up to shove you back defensively
You try to elbow robby off you, your movements weak and clumsy, and your other hand comes out to push back against the other girl. “You’re fucking delusional!—“
“Not my fault your boyfriend thinks I’m hot!”
You lunge forward as the girl takes a stumbling step back
“Enough! That’s enough.” Robby’s arm wraps around your middle to pull you away from the girl, which he does easily.
Your limbs and tongue all feel heavy as he drags you away, but you still manage a shrill. “Fuck you!” before robby gets you out the door and it shutters closed behind you.
You keep struggling against Robby’s hold. “I wanna go dance!”
“You need to take a deep breath.” Robby orders, and his voice is calm but has dropped an octave, daring you to argue. You still your body, allowing him to loosen his grip, and then you step away to glare up at him.
“I wanna go back in.”
“We’re not going to dance.”
“You said we could!”
Robby laughs dryly. “Yeah, well, that was before your little cat fight. And now we’re going.” he nods towards the car as you cross your arms, and he raises his brows. “Don’t start with me, little girl—.”
“This was not my fault! She was— she was the—“
Robby’s shaking his head as he raises his voice a bit to talk over you “I don’t care whose fault it was. We’re going—“
“She was the one being completely insane—“ you take a sharp breath, drunk words coming too fast for your lungs to keep up and hot tears stinging your eyes “and you were the one who flirted with her.”
Robby laughs again and scrubs a hand down his face. “I didn’t—“
“You said you were flattered,” you push harshly at him now, feeling flushed and angry and hurt and too far gone to stop a messy sob from escaping your throat. “You— you think she’s hotter than me!”
Robby’s big hands cup your face, halting your tantrum and making you look at him through the big fat tears blurring your vision. “Stop.” You smack his chest. “Stop it. Stop throwing a fit.”
You smack his chest again. one of his hands leaves your face to swiftly gather both your wrists, which isn’t hard given your slow reaction speed. He holds them in place between your bodies as you continue to spit in his face—“You flirted with a girl and now you don’t wanna dance with me!”
Robby grips your face harder, making your lips jut out in an even more dramatic pout. His tone has, somehow, lowered further. “Take a deep breath.”
You stare at him for a moment, stubborn, before inhaling shakily. Robby nods.
“Attagirl.” He keeps nodding along as you do it again. “You know I didn’t flirt with her. You know that. She just wanted to piss you off— and you made it pretty damn easy, didn’t you?”
You scowl at him. “You’re mean.”
Robby laughs. “Yeah? Look who’s talking, slugger.” he bobbles your head with his grip on your cheeks. “You done now? Yeah?” he lets go of you and pats your cheek. “Good. Jesus, you’re a feisty little thing when you’re drunk.”
You huff and let him start leading you towards the car.
“You didn’t say I’m hotter than her.” You grumble when you get to the passenger side. Robby unlocks the car then opens your door for you.
“You’re hotter than everyone, babygirl.”
n Robby sees the last of your hositility melt away as he lets that name slip.
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