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After he did something wrong I imagine him crawling towards Reader, starting to kissing her feet all the way up to her thighs, and finally trying to rub his face all over her pussy.
but reader is really mad at him :( so she shove him away.
Robby wants her so bad , reader calls him a pathetic dog.
the way i fell to my knees when i read this 🤤 anon, how dare u come to my account and have better ideas than me 😭
subby!stepdad!robby begs for forgiveness (f!reader)
you woke up in the middle of the night to strange noises coming through the thin wall that separates your room from your mom and robby’s room. it takes you a minute to register what it is.
it’s moaning. specifically the familiar sound robby makes when he’s close to climax.
you sit up straight putting your ear to the wall and a smirk flickers on your face when you think you’ve caught him jerking off in the middle of the night, something you’ll get to tease him about later. but then you hear another noise, another voice.
it’s your mom.
nausea washes over you immediately and you throw a pillow over your face to try and muffle the sickening sounds. you can’t fall back to sleep and the longer it goes on nausea makes way for anger.
when you go downstairs in the morning your mom has already left for work, robby is sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone. wordlessly, you grab the orange juice from the fridge and grab a glass before making yourself some toast.
“morning, sweetheart.” robby smiles at you but you ignore him, giving him a glare before taking your breakfast up to your room.
confused, robby follows after you asking you what’s wrong but you stay silent, closing the door in his face when you reach your room.
he knocks on it a couple of times before letting himself in.
“did i say you could come in?” you don’t even turn to him, your voice laced with venom as you take a bite of your toast.
robby sighs, “no.”
“then get out.”
robby sits on the edge of your bed, “what’s wrong?”
“nothing”
robby exhales an exasperated sigh, “sure. have i done something?”
“no.”
robby frowns, he knows you’re lying so he slides off the edge of the bed onto the floor. you turn to him then and watch as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls the short distance to you, where he settles on his knees by your feet.
“what are you doing? stop that.” you roll your eyes and scoot your chair away from him but he grabs your foot and begins kissing along the side of it up your leg.
“i’m sorry.” he looks up at you with pleading eyes as he kisses up your leg to the inside of your thigh where he tries to nuzzle his face in your pussy over your shorts but you push his head back.
“you don’t even know what you’re sorry for.”
robby frowns again, his bottom lip thrown out and eyebrows turned up in the middle, “tell me, i’ll make it better, i promise.”
“i heard you, you know.” you fold your arms across your chest, he leans forward to place a kiss over your shorts but you push him back with your foot.
“heard what?”
“last night, heard you and mom through the wall.”
robby closes his eyes and drops his dead down to the floor, “i’m sorry, i had to. i didn’t want to do it, i promise.”
you laugh, “you had to? come on, do you think i’m stupid?”
“no, baby, of course not. i would never think that.” he’s looking up at you again with genuine hurt in his eyes that you’d say something like that.
“sure. you just had to have sex with her, did you?” you roll your eyes, kicking him back softly every time he tries to reach for you.
“yes, she was complaining that we never have sex anymore and that she felt like i didn’t love her. i could tell she was going to leave me, and if she leaves me that means i’ll have to move out and there’ll be no more this. no more us. and i couldn’t have that, couldn’t bear to be away from you so i had sex with her so she wouldn’t divorce me. i didn’t want to. i hated every second of it but i did it for you, for us, sweetheart.” robby explains, his eyes glassy as he searches your features for any sign that you believe him.
“didn’t sound like you hated it to me.”
robby sighs, smoothing his hand over your thigh, you don’t push him away this time, “i did, i promise. she’s nothing like you, nowhere near as good as you, doesn’t even compare to you, baby.”
your lip quirks up with a smirk, “keep going.”
and he does, robby goes on for a good 5 minutes about how amazing you are. how you’re the best he’s ever had. how much he loves you. how much he needs you. how he couldn’t stand to be away from you. how he imagined he was fucking you the whole time.
eventually you stop pushing him back and let him touch you. you let him kiss up your thigh, let his lips meet the soft fabric of your pajama shorts, let him pull them aside and place gentle kisses against the outside of your pussy.
“please forgive me, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again, i promise. i’ll let her leave me, i’ll move out, you can move in with me and we can be together. i want that so bad, want to be yours.”
you think for a second, a long second that has robby’s heart thumping in his chest as he waits for your verdict.
“okay, i forgive you.”
robby’s face lights up.
“but…”
it drops again.
“you have a lot of making up to do” you raise an eyebrow at him and nod your head to where his face rests between your legs. he understands immediately and nods before getting to work spreading your folds with one hand before eating your pussy like his life depends on it. it does.
“look at you, on your hands and knees for me like some pathetic little dog.” robby’s cock throbs at your words and he reaches his hand down to relieve some of the pressure.
“ah. ah. did i say you could touch yourself?” you knock his hand away with your foot.
he shakes his head, his tongue still exploring your wet cunt, licking and sucking on every inch. you grind the ball of your foot hard against the rigid outline in his pajama pants and he whimpers at the feeling, moaning right into your core.
“what do you say?”
“i’m sorry.” it comes out muffled and barely discernible with his face pressed right up against your glistening skin.
you press your foot down harder, “i’m sorry!” robby yelps, pulling away for only a second to take in the satisfied smirk on your face.
“good boy.”
a wittle bit of foot stuff for this fine wednesday, perhaps?
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Ngl I’m kinda starting to hate tumblr/tiktok after the new pics of Noah, like why is it always the same “ discourse”. Like no Noah is not jealous ofShawn, like they’re friends. And no Noah his reason for no night shift isn’t because of Shawn. Also why is it always those mfs upset that people sometimes find Noah more hot than Shawn or finds both to be hot! Like stop bring up Clooney as a way to bring down Noah. Like motherfuckers are so bored and it’s tiring.
Also, another thing that I realized that is New especially being in fandoms for over 10 years. Is that when I go on the tag #robby x reader or #jack x reader for ex, and I understand not every different type of Trope is for everyone. But it’s always some mfs complaining about stupid shit like if you don’t like it just block the account or go look in search. it’s always like, “guys I hate that in fics when they always make Robby be a dad or have him in a pregnancy fic” or “I hate how we have reader being so naive/bunny like,etc”. 
Like, yes, you’re allowed opinions but at the same time if you don’t like it then leave! Or block the account or look somewhere else that caters to YOUR interest. Some mfs even have the audacity to tell writers or people interested in those tropes to stop because they don’t like it. Like there are different types of reader characteristics from different blogs just because a few cater to a specific reader characteristics/trope that is popular doesn’t mean you can start posting up the tag list with your complaints.
Like back then people just used to ignore, find other blogs or make their own without bringing down and insulting those who feed into those tropes/characteristics. And especially without going to blogs & tell them to stop posting their interest w/characters. Like I understand if some tropes need warning but why are yall going into pages and spamming on their content for YOUR amusement. This is especially with the Pitt fandom which I’m seeing currently 😒. Also sorry if it’s random. I don’t usually write in these ask things. 
agree!!! i don’t see a lot of discourse anymore bc i blocked the tag on here and i don’t really use other apps but it’s super annoying.
also with the people complaining about fics thing!! like i’ve been so mad about this for so long!!! like you can literally just not read it!! i know @blehbarbie is getting a lot of anon hate for ‘infantilising’ her reader (she’s not) and it’s like???? if you don’t like it, just don’t read it?? it’s super fucking easy to just not read something you don’t like?????
how sad and pathetic do u have to be to go to a creators page and type out a whole nasty message in their ask box just bc u don’t like their writing style???? get a jobbbbb!!! its so insane actually!!!
not everything on the internet is made for everyone!!! and if u don’t like it no one is forcing u to read it! and not everyone needs to know ur opinion on everything all of the time, shit pisses me off so bad!!
i’ve been in fandom and reading/writing fanfiction for 14 years and have only started seeing this trend of people publicly ridiculing creators and their fics in the last year or so. i can’t help but feel like it comes from tiktok with the rise of ‘what-about-me-ism’
like someone will post a recipe on tiktok called ‘meat pie, it’s got meat in it, and the crust is made out of meat and also the plate’ and some mf will be in the comments like ‘okay well i’m vegetarian so what about me?’ !!?!? what do u mean what about you? don’t fucking make it 😭 same with fanfiction ‘i don’t like this trope so what about me?’ don’t fucking read it if u don’t like it!!! i actually don’t know what’s so hard to understand about that 😭😭
anyway rant over this has been pissing me off for a long time and i’m SOOO glad u brought it up so i could say what i’ve been wanting to say.
anyways don’t have a lot of thoughts about the noah/shawn drama outside of what i’ve already said about it in another post.
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having thoughts about creepy motel owner!robby x struggling actress!reader who’s had to move into robby’s motel after trying to make it in LA for a year and going broke.
and he’s super creepy but is sooooo nice to her, like suspiciously nice. and she thinks it’s super sweet that he gives her a discount on rent and it’s definitely not just bc he’s set up a hidden camera in the light fixture above her bed that he watches her through every night with his cock in his fist…….
and if i said icky!disgusting!perv!robby who lives in a trailer park and spends his time lounging on his couch, drinking beer and occasionally, smoking weed.
and you’re the cute girl next door who’s just moved in, the one who, despite being told to stay away from mean old grumpy robby, you knock on his door anyway. he grumbles when he opens it but stops when he sees you. you’re sweet, bubbly and so soft. he takes a liking to you—especially when you affectionately call him mister robby. after that, you spend most of your nights in his trailer, chewing gum while you’re sat next to him on his couch, babbling on about some stupid boy who likes you but you’re 100% not interested.
one night you come over to his place and he happily invites you in, before he stops you and grumbles this isn’t about some other stupid boy is it? and you huff out a laugh, place your hand on his chest, before saying not this time, just need your help with something mikey, the sweet lilt in your voice going straight to his dick.
you brush past him to sit on his couch and tap it for him to come join you, which he happily obliges. he tilts his head at you when he sits down, watching your face drop slightly—which makes him worried. how could his sweet girl be upset about anything? how could he have let his sweet girl get upset?
“ok.. i lied.”
“about what?”
“this is about a boy.. but uhm.. it’s also not..”
“okay?”
“i don’t know how to kiss.. i was wonderin’ if you could teach me?”
robby can’t believe his fucking luck. all those times he’s spent laying on his couch after you’ve gone back home, his hand fisting his cock as he mutters out your name. many, many times he’s pictured you bouncing on his cock, your hands on his stomach as you giggle on top of him. and now here you are, sat on his couch, asking him to teach you how to kiss—and he’d be a stupid ma to say no.
“oh, sweet girl.. of course i can..”
you squealed in delight, swinging your legs off the couch before settling down on his thigh, your hands grasping at his shoulders. his hands come up to cup your face, pulling you gently towards him, before he gently whispers close your eyes, honey and just follow my lead—which you nod in response, your eyes slowly fluttering closed. his lips were soon pressed against yours, his tongue parting your lips to slide in your mouth. you squeak out a gasp, opening your eyes wide before being lulled back into a daze as his hands move to settle on your hips, dragging you fully onto his lap. your eyes roll to the back of your head as your eyelids flutter closed, lazily kissing robby as he controls every movement. you absentmindedly grind your hips and feel the bulge in his pants twitch between your legs, so you pull off him for a second, saliva hanging between yours and his lips.
“a-are you hard, mister robby? from kissing me?”
“yeah, sweetheart.. i am, feels that good..” he breathes out, watching as you swallow thickly, eyes focused on the twitching in his pants as you grind over him. whining slightly, you look back into his eyes and speak quietly, nervousness overwhelming you for a second.
“can i.. can i touch it, mister robby?”
“of course, could never deny my sweet girl when she wants something, hmm?”
“am i your sweet girl?”
“mmhm, ‘course you are..”
it’s then and there that robby decides to confess everything to you.
“been thinkin’ about you a lot, angel.. been thinkin’ about how good of a kisser you’d be, how soft your little hands would be as you stroked my cock, how your mouth would feel with your lips wrapped ‘round my cock.. and especially how that tight little pussy would feel all stuffed up with my cock..”
The last song you listened to +fave lyrics / thank u my love for the tag @popecodysgirl !!
Wish I could do nothing with you Sit in the yard while the day dies, leave it all on the table And I’ll say I love you and mean it this time Say I’m sorry for everything else
pov, an exhausted robby had forgotten to untie you 🤭👀 18+ mdni
note: just a random, most likely absolute rubbish, drabble to get me in the habit of writing again.🤣
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One round was enough to have Robby passing out.
You’re still bound to the bedpost when the snoring starts, and you know there’s no waking him. It’s not the first time this has happened, and you clearly haven’t learned your lesson. But you’re a sucker when it comes to Michael Robinavich.
Despite working an exhausting shift together, Robby still had some energy left to pin you against the wall and coax an earth-shattering orgasm out of you using just his fingers before railing you into next week. Now, he’s completely drained, in more ways than one.
And you? Spent, dripping, and cursing yourself for letting your attending seduce you once again.
So, as payback, you plan on not talking to him for the majority of your next shift.
It drives him crazy.
Unfortunately, you can only torture him for so long.
Forgiveness takes place in the abandoned wing, twenty minutes after your next shift ends, his tongue down your throat and his hand down your scrub pants. It didn’t take him much to get you to forgive him, because no matter how much you convince yourself that you don’t, you love him more than life itself.
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oh hey so like doggy style with robby after he’s had a really long shift and he gets tired halfway through and starts to make you do the work “c’mon, help me out a little here. you wanna cum, don’t you????” like right okay
!!!!!!!!!
after work sex with a very tired robby (f!reader)
as soon as robby left the ED all he could think about was crawling into bed, curling up next to his best girl and falling straight to sleep. that was his plan anyways until he stepped into the bedroom and saw you laying naked on top of the sheets with one leg tucked up to your chest and the other straight out, holding his pillow to your chest as you softly snored away.
he strips himself off his clothes, not even bothering to throw them in the wash basket (which you’ll have him for in the morning), before he climbs onto the bed right behind you, pulling your body right into his.
“mm, m-mikey?” you mumble still half asleep. robby nuzzles his face into the back of your neck pressing soft kisses against your skin, the scratch of his beard making you giggle sleepily.
“yea, baby. it’s me” he smiles against your neck and you turn around in his arms reaching both of your hands up to cup his cheeks before pressing a small kiss to his lips.
“missed you” you kiss him again.
“i missed you too, angel”
his large hands roam your naked body, not grabbing or squeezing, just gently rubbing, soothing you.
you kiss him again, this time it’s deeper. he settles with one hand splayed out across your back, the other on your hip as the kiss gets hotter, needier.
subconsciously you start grinding your hips against his thigh, your bare pussy sliding against his skin as you moan softly into his mouth.
“mm, need something, baby?” robby smirks against your lips and you nod.
“tell me what you want”
“want your cock, mikey. pleaseeee” you mewl, rolling your hips harder against him.
then he’s kneeling on the bed, grabbing you by the hips and bringing your ass up to meet his. you’re already soaked and he’d been hard since he first saw you splayed out on the bed. so after only a few quick passes through your folds he’s pushing the blunt head of his cock into you, groaning as he feels the tight warmth of your cunt surround him.
his thrusts start earnestly, snapping his hips against yours with the force he knows you love. but after a minute or so he feels that familiar dull ache in his lower back and his knees feel like they might give out at any second. his pace falters and he lets out a pained grunt which he hopes you mistake for a moan, but you don’t.
“everything okay?” you turn your face against the sheets to peer at him over your shoulder.
“gotta help me out a little here if you wanna cum, sweetheart. can’t make an old man do all of the work” he smirks when he sees your eyes darken at his words, he knows exactly how to get you going.
without another word you’re throwing your ass back onto him, bouncing on his cock. he reaches a hand around underneath you, his fingers toying with your clit as you fuck yourself on him. he’s bending over you to kiss up your back, whispering “such a good girl, bein’ so helpful for your tired old man. y’like this don’t you? love fucking yourself on my big cock. can’t even go a day without it to let me sleep, such a needy little baby, huh?”
and that’s it, you’re throwing your ass back harder, faster, greedier as you feel that band in your stomach starting to unravel. his pace on your clit increases, he’s rubbing fast circles, whispering obscenities in your ear, knowing it won’t be long until you’re a crying, shaking mess on his cock.
and only after that will he finally get to sleep.
idk if this is anything, ngl i am notttt feeling it today but wanted to get something out there so i hope u enjoyed anyways <333
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robby who likes to pin you down and have his way with you
he manhandles you on the bed so you’re spread out under him, kneeing your legs apart, one hand pinning your wrists above your head, the other holding your leg up to your shoulder so you’re completely at his mercy.
he’s pistoning into you at just the right angle to make you squeal with every thrust. slow, sharp strokes that knock the air out of your lungs, where he pulls back until just the tip is in only to slam into you deep, rolling his hips.
“that’s it, baby girl,” he coos almost condescendingly, “take every last inch. i know you can.”
or maybe he takes you from behind, one hand on the back of your head shoving your face into the pillow and forcing your spine to arch while the other restrains your hands behind your back. your muffled moans join the wet squelch of your pussy and the slap of his balls against your clit as he fucks into you desperately, no longer holding back.
“love having you like this,” he groans so low it almost sounds like a growl, sweat rolling down his forehead. “i could do anything i want to you, and you couldn’t stop me.”
and he can tell you like that by the way you get even tighter around him.
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Imagine catching Robby jerking off with a fleshlight, and after that you gift him one of those custom ones, where the top is moulded after your own vulva, and make him use it while you play with yourself in front of him.
Or vice versa:
Him catching you use a dildo while moaning out his name and in order to punish you he fucks you with a dildo that's the exact copy of his dick, ramming it into you as you apologize and beg for the real thing.
(this would go well with uncle!Robby)
ughhhhhh yesss!!!! i looooooooove this!!
subby!robby’s punishment
you make him use the toy as punishment whenever he pisses you off. making him fuck the toy while you finger yourself and tease him.
“mm, feels sooo good, so soft, so tight. bet you wish you were fucking me instead, huh baby?”
and he’s nodding, frown on his face as he fucks the toy, his eyes trained on where your fingers disappear inside your hole.
“only good boy’s get to be inside of me and you haven’t been a good boy have you?”
he shakes his head, his frown growing bigger and the pace of his hips increasing as you reprimand him.
he does not get to fuck you that night, just gets to watch you cum on your own fingers and that’s already more than he deserves.
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ooo but stepdad!robby not just throwing away the panties he's used
maybe once you're clued in, when you figure it out, you're maddest about him throwing away your cute panties
he's contrite and offers to buy more-which you accept obviously- but you also say just leave them when you're done next time
to make him fucking lose it you show him that you're wearing a pair when you're out somewhere. You pick up your skirt to let him see how you didn't wash them, but you bat away his hand when he tries to reach in
(is this too gross? It's very perv4perv)
hehehehe not too gross at all!!!
this is a continuation of this blurb i wrote!!
stepdad!robby can look but not touch (f!reader)
when you found out your stepdad had been jerking himself off in your room while you were gone, you were furious. not at the fact that he was doing it, but at the fact that he was throwing away your perfectly good panties.
when you confront him about it he’s a blabbering mess. begging you not to tell your mom, insisting it will never happen again, he didn’t even know why he did it, he’s sorry.
you roll your eyes at him, your arms folded across your chest. “so, i assume you’re the reason my underwear drawer is half of what it used to be?” you raise an eyebrow at him and robby drops his head, his eyes glued to the floor as he slowly nods.
“okay, well..where are they then?”
“..the trash” he mumbles, so quiet you almost didn’t hear him. almost.
“the trash!? what the hell, man!! i paid good money for those!” you’re shouting now, arms flying in every which direction as you gesture wildly in frustration.
“i’m sorry, i’ll buy you more. i’ll buy you anything you want just please don’t tell your mom” he’s begging, his eyes all big and round, glassy even.
“don’t tell mom. don’t tell mom. jesus christ, can you stop with that already!? i’m not going to tell her. but you’re absolutely right you’ll buy me more. stop throwing them away, i don’t care if you’re doing it just leave them in the washing basket next time, damn.”
robby nods, “sorry, it won’t happen again, i promise” he says, shame and embarrassment present in his tone. so much shame that you almost believe him…
…until you come home from work the next day and find a pair of your panties in the washing basket covered in dried splotches of white.
you don’t know what came over you but you decide to put them on and accidentally forget to take them off when you accept an offer to go to the mall with your mom and robby.
you’re in some clothing store, dragging your feet down every aisle your mom just needs to look down. you’re bored out of your mind and so you decide to play with robby.
he’s stood just ahead of you, absentmindedly nodding along to your mother’s questions about certain items.
you tap him on the shoulder.
when he spins around you lift up your skirt and flash him a glimpse of the soiled panties you’d dug out of your washing basket and had been wearing for the last few hours. robby’s eyes widen immediately, instantly recognising them to be the pair he’d cum all over just hours before.
he reaches his hand out to touch but you pull your skirt back down before he can reach you, “ah. ah. ah. didn’t say you could touch now did i?” you smirk, whispering so your mother can’t hear, not that she’s even paying attention anyway.
robby whimpers then, he’s actually surprised by the noise that came out of his own mouth and he looks away, turning his attention back to your mom.
but you’re not done with him yet so you tap his shoulder again, he doesn’t turn, he knows what you’re up to and so you continue tapping his shoulder until he does so.
and when he does finally turn around you’re lifting up your skirt again, rubbing yourself over your underwear, your eyes locked on his with your bottom lip tugged between your teeth. your mom had moved onto the next aisle and you were covered by the clothing racks so she couldn’t see the lewd display happening just in front of her.
robby’s breathing becomes laboured, he’s biting his own lip, trying to keep quiet as he fights the urge to reach his hand out again.
you continue teasing him like this for the rest of the very long shopping trip. and then you’re teasing him still in the car on the way home, touching yourself in the backseat whenever he looks up at you in the rear view mirror.
he follows you up to your room when you get home. you’re sat on your bed with your legs spread facing the cracked open door. you know he’s watching you but you pretend not to notice him as you rub light circles against your clit over the fabric of your underwear.
you let him watch through the crack in the door as you make yourself cum, moaning his name as you do so. when you’re finished you finally remove the dirty underwear, balling it up in your fist before pulling your skirt back down and walking over to where robby stands in the doorway.
you grab his hand and shove the wet panties into his palm, whispering “your turn” before walking away, skipping down the stairs while robby is left stunned in the hallway.
back on the perv4perv grind!!!! i love those icky fucks!
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