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10,500 Follower Celebration: The Blues: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (NSFW) ExWife!AU

Summary: You and Robby spend your first wedding anniversary in New Orleans.

SET AFTER:

The Neurologist - Robby doesn’t think much of Jack’s friend The Neurologist…

Cuffs - Robby makes a discovery when a pair of handcuffs malfunctions at a crucial time.

SET BEFORE:

Bed Rotting - Robby starts to blow up his life after you return to Seattle.

The Voicemail - Robby puts the final nail in the coffin of your marriage when he leaves THAT voice mail.

Divorce Papers - Jack gives a couple of home truths to Robby after he finds out he signed your divorce papers.

A Fucking Nightmare - Robby’s worst nightmare comes true when his ex-wife shows up as a guest at Dana’s vow renewal ceremony.

Regrets - Robby can’t help but think about his regrets after seeing his ex-wife for the first time since he signed the divorce papers.

Unread - Robby turns to Jack when you don’t respond to his message

The Call - Robby takes the plunge and decides to call you, leading to a surprising revelation.

Shepherd - Robby’s world is turned upside down when he receives a call from Derek Shepherd.

Husband Number Two - Robby gets into it with the man vying for the role of Husband Number Two in your life.

The Road Trip - Robby makes a decision that brings the two of you closer together in the wake of your concussion.

You spend your first wedding anniversary in New Orleans, in Robby’s old haunt The Spotted Cat Club, listening to Robert Bradley’s Blackwater Surprise. You’d surprised Robby with the trip a couple of days ago and he decides to show his appreciation by taking your hand while the support band are on and pulling you into the bathroom so he can make love to his wife like he’s in his early twenties again.

Christ, you taste like a Tequila Sunrise on his tongue. He licks the citrus bite right out of your mouth as he backs you up against the vanity, that pretty sundress fluttering around your thighs. In the background the support act are getting into the swing, the call and response of the blues vibrating through the walls of the building along with decades of worth of history.

“I’ve lost track of the amount of times we’ve fucked to a blues soundtrack.” You laugh into his ear as his eager fingers draw up the cotton hem, bundling it in his fist. “I’m afraid we’ve conditioned ourselves to get turned on whenever we hear it.”

“Is that why you wore no panties?” He tuts as his palm slides over your bare mound. His fingers trace over your clit, tapping it in a light slap that makes your grip on his t-shirt tighten. “You knew you’d be getting fucked tonight?”

You’re soaked for him, turned on by having him pressed against you all night as the two of you swayed to the music. His fingers stroke through your wetness, coating them in your arousal as he circles that needy little hole of yours. He captures your lips, drinking down your desperate little whine as he pushes a finger inside of you, keeping rhythm with the tempo that thrums through the building. He strums your notes right to the peak, before pulling out and looking down at that sensual pout and your flushed features.

You look stunning under the warm light, the perfect darling for him to ruin as the music of his heart plays on. Your hands slide down his shoulders, fingertips skating over the planes of his chest underneath the fabric of his t-shirt, seeking out the button of his jeans.

“Are you going to give me this or do I have to beg for it?” You tease as you guide the zipper down, your hand dipping inside the denim, cupping his cock. His hips buck towards your palm as you squeeze it, thumb trailing over the head, smearing the pre-cum that’s leaked through his underwear.

“Oh Vivi.” He smirks, his hands coming to rest on either side of the vanity, caging you in. “You don’t have to beg for anything tonight. You gave me this wonderful gift, let me show my appreciation.”

His hands grasp your waist, turning you around so that you’re facing your mirror on the wall above the vanity. He shucks his jeans and underwear down past his ass, his cock slaps against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the slit as he yanks your dress up, admiring that pert ass of yours.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you.” He whispers into your ear as his boot kicks your feet apart, opening you up for him. “Out of everyone in the world you chose me.”

“Oh Michael, that wasn’t a choice.” You say your eyes meeting his in the mirror as your arm reaches back, threading through his dark hair. “I knew the moment you outhustled me at pool we were soulmates.”

He huffs a laugh into the hollow of your throat as he notches himself against your entrance. His lips weave a heated trail up along the curve until his teeth graze your earlobe. “Are you ready to get fucked by your husband?”

You clench around the tip of his dick, earning a deep moan in response. “Does that answer your question?”

He groans into your hair as he eases inside you, his hips flush against yours, pinning them against the vanity. You watch his expression in the reflection, the moment of rapture, that thrum of connection. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking as his other grasps your hip and he starts to thrust. Hard, slow strokes that have you squeezing his fingers everytime he strikes that sweet spot. His hand shifts from your hip, fingers pushing down the strap of your sundress. The neckline goes with it exposing your breasts to the humid air.

“I know how much you love me to play with them when we fuck.” Robby’s breath ghosts in your ear. “And I love how sensitive they are.”

His thumb traces over your nipple, pinching it hard enough that you clench around him. “Oh that’s it, isn’t it? You like it when I get a little rough with them, pity we left the clamps at home.”

Your breath catches as he rolls it between his fingers. That flush starts to creep down your chest. The pleasure builds, a euphoria that seems to grow with the melody of the band on the opposite side of the wall as it pulses through your body, strings strummed, chords plucked.

“You gonna come for your husband?” Robby’s voice is rough in your ear, a harsh rasp through grinding teeth as he tries to hold himself back, to delay his pleasure. “You gonna come all over my cock, show me how much you love me.”

His hand slides up to your throat, tightening over the gold chain he gifted you for your anniversary, his palm covering the circular gold pendent with neuron etched into it. Your family may not give a shit about the work you do but Robby does, he understands it’s a fundamental part of you, he admires it, respects it, accepts it with his whole heart.

That’s why you love him.

He sees you and that’s why you gifted him this trip, because you see him too.

“Why don’t you fuck me harder and show me how much you love me.” You challenge him and that thin thread of control snaps.

He drives you into with force, hips snapping, cock pounding that sweet spot. Ecstasy surges up inside you, setting your nerve endings ablaze as he gives you exactly what you want.

These are the moments you crave in the relationship, the reassurance that you are enough and Robby shows that with his entire body as he fucks you like a tempest, like you’re the only woman on this earth he’ll ever love. The hand on your throat squeezes harder and you see pinpricks dotting over your vision as your eyes meet his in the mirror once more.

“I’ve got you Viv,” he whispers. “Come for me.”

You erupt like a star, shattering across the sky, burning for him. He buries himself deep, his release spurting into you in white hot streaks that leave him breathless. His beard rubs across your cheek affectionately, his honied eyes meeting yours again in the mirror.

“You are the best fucking wife.” His lips grace your shoulder, his words a soft kiss upon your bare skin. “I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

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10,500 Follower Celebration: The Big Bad Wolf: Sammy Bryant x Reader -Werewolf!AU

Summary: Ben Sherman gets the surprise of his life when he attempts to threaten you into handing over Nate.

Companion piece to:

Research - Sammy decides to do a little a research…

The Werewolf In The Woods (NSFW) - Sammy’s warned you about running in the woods during the full moon.

Cubs & Campfires - You, Sammy and Nate start to develop your own traditions in your new blended family.

Sticks & Bones (NSFW) - When Sammy refuses to claim his mate, the wolf decides to woo you itself.

Night Talks - While Sammy’s asleep, The Wolf tells you its secrets.

You’re at the park with Nate when a man you don’t recognise sits down on the picnic blanket alongside of you. Your hand comes to rest on the baby’s back protectively as Nate continues to pull up handfuls of grass, chortling at the feel of it slipping through his fingers. His nose twitches as the man tilted his head to look at him, his tiny nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air, the same way he does in wolf form.

“He’s caught my scent.” Ben Sherman says from beside you, his elbow propped up on his knee. “He’s definitely a wolf like his daddy, isn’t he?”

He reaches out to chuck underneath the baby’s chin, but you get there first, slapping his hand. His lips curl up into a snarl as his eyes flash, his wolf lurking underneath the surface like a rabid beast. Your free hand delves into your purse, fingers wrapping around the Colt 45, loaded with silver bullets.

“Don’t make me take out my earrings and fight you, Ben.” You say, your finger coming to rest on the trigger. “You won’t like that version of me.”

“You know who I am.” He remarks, his gaze still fixed on Nate. You don’t like the way he looks at the baby, the way he observes his mannerisms as if cataloguing every single one of them. “Then you know that Sammy and Nate belong with us in a real pack-”

“They have their own pack.” You respond coldly.

He laughs, it’s a mocking sound that makes Nate’s features scrunch up as he grizzles at the older wolf. “You are not pack. You’re just the thing he fucks when he needs to expend some energy during the change.”

It’s cruel blow, one that’s meant to cow you, to remind you aren’t like Sammy or Nate, that you don’t belong in their world but Ben forgets, he’s not your Alpha and you aren’t scared of some dumbass wolf who is trying to take your little family away from you.

“I could snap your neck right here and now.” He continues, the left side of his mouth twisting up into a cruel smile as he shares the thought. “Take the baby, there’s nothing here to stop me.”

“Uh huh.” You tip your head towards the purse, drawing his attention to it. “Except the Colt 45 in my purse is filled with silver bullets and aimed right at your dick. I may not be up to date on my werewolf lore, but I don’t think that’s going to grow back if I blow it off.”

“You’re bluffing.” His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he observes the outline of the gun through the leather.

“I thought werewolves could smell a lie.” You retort and a dangerous growl emits from him, sending your hackles raising as you contemplate squeezing the trigger. Nate bares his own teeth, his own tiny growl threatening the man who’s being mean to his ‘mom’. “So, what was the plan, you come here and bully me into handing over Nate, maybe leave me for dead in the bushes if I didn’t comply.”

That was exactly the plan… you can see it written all over his features as his mouth presses together into a thin line, the vein in his temple throbbing.

“Sammy belongs with us.” His voice lower now, raspier. You can sense the desperation underneath it, the way he fights for control of his wolf. “Nate does too, he should grow up around other wolves. He should learn his place in the pack-”

“I’m not taking parenting advice from the man who was going to kill me five minutes ago.” You snort, recalling what Sammy’s wolf told you the other night while he slept. “I think the problem is you need Sammy more then he needs you. You’ve been having a little destabilisation issue since you killed the previous Alpha, haven’t you? Everything’s not going according to plan, is it? So, you need an Omega-”

“How do you…” He trails off, his brow furrowing as he studies you. He’s not used to such resistance, he’s starting to wonder if he’s misjudged you, if there’s something else going on underneath the surface that made Sammy choose you instead of another wolf.

“Sammy doesn’t want to join your pack.” You tell him and Nate lets out a fierce grunt. “And neither does Nate. Now do me a favour and fuck off before I do decide to pull, he trigger and blow your balls off.”

“You can’t protect him all the time.” He tells you pushing to his feet. You’re not sure if he’s talking about Nate or Sammy but that doesn’t matter because their both your family. Your pack. “Sooner or later, you’ll let your guard down and when you do, I’ll tear your fucking throat out.”

You glare at him because there’s a reason both Sammy and his wolf chose you as their mate. You’re strong, fierce and you protect the ones you love with everything you have. “I’d really like to see you fucking try.”

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What? No, no. Orwell, Vermont.

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10,500 Follower Celebration: The Blues: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (NSFW) ExWife!AU

Summary: You and Robby spend your first wedding anniversary in New Orleans.

SET AFTER:

The Neurologist - Robby doesn’t think much of Jack’s friend The Neurologist…

Cuffs - Robby makes a discovery when a pair of handcuffs malfunctions at a crucial time.

SET BEFORE:

Bed Rotting - Robby starts to blow up his life after you return to Seattle.

The Voicemail - Robby puts the final nail in the coffin of your marriage when he leaves THAT voice mail.

Divorce Papers - Jack gives a couple of home truths to Robby after he finds out he signed your divorce papers.

A Fucking Nightmare - Robby’s worst nightmare comes true when his ex-wife shows up as a guest at Dana’s vow renewal ceremony.

Regrets - Robby can’t help but think about his regrets after seeing his ex-wife for the first time since he signed the divorce papers.

Unread - Robby turns to Jack when you don’t respond to his message

The Call - Robby takes the plunge and decides to call you, leading to a surprising revelation.

Shepherd - Robby’s world is turned upside down when he receives a call from Derek Shepherd.

Husband Number Two - Robby gets into it with the man vying for the role of Husband Number Two in your life.

The Road Trip - Robby makes a decision that brings the two of you closer together in the wake of your concussion.

You spend your first wedding anniversary in New Orleans, in Robby’s old haunt The Spotted Cat Club, listening to Robert Bradley’s Blackwater Surprise. You’d surprised Robby with the trip a couple of days ago and he decides to show his appreciation by taking your hand while the support band are on and pulling you into the bathroom so he can make love to his wife like he’s in his early twenties again.

Christ, you taste like a Tequila Sunrise on his tongue. He licks the citrus bite right out of your mouth as he backs you up against the vanity, that pretty sundress fluttering around your thighs. In the background the support act are getting into the swing, the call and response of the blues vibrating through the walls of the building along with decades of worth of history.

“I’ve lost track of the amount of times we’ve fucked to a blues soundtrack.” You laugh into his ear as his eager fingers draw up the cotton hem, bundling it in his fist. “I’m afraid we’ve conditioned ourselves to get turned on whenever we hear it.”

“Is that why you wore no panties?” He tuts as his palm slides over your bare mound. His fingers trace over your clit, tapping it in a light slap that makes your grip on his t-shirt tighten. “You knew you’d be getting fucked tonight?”

You’re soaked for him, turned on by having him pressed against you all night as the two of you swayed to the music. His fingers stroke through your wetness, coating them in your arousal as he circles that needy little hole of yours. He captures your lips, drinking down your desperate little whine as he pushes a finger inside of you, keeping rhythm with the tempo that thrums through the building. He strums your notes right to the peak, before pulling out and looking down at that sensual pout and your flushed features.

You look stunning under the warm light, the perfect darling for him to ruin as the music of his heart plays on. Your hands slide down his shoulders, fingertips skating over the planes of his chest underneath the fabric of his t-shirt, seeking out the button of his jeans.

“Are you going to give me this or do I have to beg for it?” You tease as you guide the zipper down, your hand dipping inside the denim, cupping his cock. His hips buck towards your palm as you squeeze it, thumb trailing over the head, smearing the pre-cum that’s leaked through his underwear.

“Oh Vivi.” He smirks, his hands coming to rest on either side of the vanity, caging you in. “You don’t have to beg for anything tonight. You gave me this wonderful gift, let me show my appreciation.”

His hands grasp your waist, turning you around so that you’re facing your mirror on the wall above the vanity. He shucks his jeans and underwear down past his ass, his cock slaps against his stomach, pre-cum leaking from the slit as he yanks your dress up, admiring that pert ass of yours.

“I can’t believe how lucky I am to be with you.” He whispers into your ear as his boot kicks your feet apart, opening you up for him. “Out of everyone in the world you chose me.”

“Oh Michael, that wasn’t a choice.” You say your eyes meeting his in the mirror as your arm reaches back, threading through his dark hair. “I knew the moment you outhustled me at pool we were soulmates.”

He huffs a laugh into the hollow of your throat as he notches himself against your entrance. His lips weave a heated trail up along the curve until his teeth graze your earlobe. “Are you ready to get fucked by your husband?”

You clench around the tip of his dick, earning a deep moan in response. “Does that answer your question?”

He groans into your hair as he eases inside you, his hips flush against yours, pinning them against the vanity. You watch his expression in the reflection, the moment of rapture, that thrum of connection. His hand finds yours, fingers interlocking as his other grasps your hip and he starts to thrust. Hard, slow strokes that have you squeezing his fingers everytime he strikes that sweet spot. His hand shifts from your hip, fingers pushing down the strap of your sundress. The neckline goes with it exposing your breasts to the humid air.

“I know how much you love me to play with them when we fuck.” Robby’s breath ghosts in your ear. “And I love how sensitive they are.”

His thumb traces over your nipple, pinching it hard enough that you clench around him. “Oh that’s it, isn’t it? You like it when I get a little rough with them, pity we left the clamps at home.”

Your breath catches as he rolls it between his fingers. That flush starts to creep down your chest. The pleasure builds, a euphoria that seems to grow with the melody of the band on the opposite side of the wall as it pulses through your body, strings strummed, chords plucked.

“You gonna come for your husband?” Robby’s voice is rough in your ear, a harsh rasp through grinding teeth as he tries to hold himself back, to delay his pleasure. “You gonna come all over my cock, show me how much you love me.”

His hand slides up to your throat, tightening over the gold chain he gifted you for your anniversary, his palm covering the circular gold pendent with neuron etched into it. Your family may not give a shit about the work you do but Robby does, he understands it’s a fundamental part of you, he admires it, respects it, accepts it with his whole heart.

That’s why you love him.

He sees you and that’s why you gifted him this trip, because you see him too.

“Why don’t you fuck me harder and show me how much you love me.” You challenge him and that thin thread of control snaps.

He drives you into with force, hips snapping, cock pounding that sweet spot. Ecstasy surges up inside you, setting your nerve endings ablaze as he gives you exactly what you want.

These are the moments you crave in the relationship, the reassurance that you are enough and Robby shows that with his entire body as he fucks you like a tempest, like you’re the only woman on this earth he’ll ever love. The hand on your throat squeezes harder and you see pinpricks dotting over your vision as your eyes meet his in the mirror once more.

“I’ve got you Viv,” he whispers. “Come for me.”

You erupt like a star, shattering across the sky, burning for him. He buries himself deep, his release spurting into you in white hot streaks that leave him breathless. His beard rubs across your cheek affectionately, his honied eyes meeting yours again in the mirror.

“You are the best fucking wife.” His lips grace your shoulder, his words a soft kiss upon your bare skin. “I don’t know how I ever lived without you.”

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10,500 Follower Celebration: The Big Bad Wolf: Sammy Bryant x Reader -Werewolf!AU

Summary: Ben Sherman gets the surprise of his life when he attempts to threaten you into handing over Nate.

Companion piece to:

Research - Sammy decides to do a little a research…

The Werewolf In The Woods (NSFW) - Sammy’s warned you about running in the woods during the full moon.

Cubs & Campfires - You, Sammy and Nate start to develop your own traditions in your new blended family.

Sticks & Bones (NSFW) - When Sammy refuses to claim his mate, the wolf decides to woo you itself.

Night Talks - While Sammy’s asleep, The Wolf tells you its secrets.

You’re at the park with Nate when a man you don’t recognise sits down on the picnic blanket alongside of you. Your hand comes to rest on the baby’s back protectively as Nate continues to pull up handfuls of grass, chortling at the feel of it slipping through his fingers. His nose twitches as the man tilted his head to look at him, his tiny nostrils flaring as he sniffs the air, the same way he does in wolf form.

“He’s caught my scent.” Ben Sherman says from beside you, his elbow propped up on his knee. “He’s definitely a wolf like his daddy, isn’t he?”

He reaches out to chuck underneath the baby’s chin, but you get there first, slapping his hand. His lips curl up into a snarl as his eyes flash, his wolf lurking underneath the surface like a rabid beast. Your free hand delves into your purse, fingers wrapping around the Colt 45, loaded with silver bullets.

“Don’t make me take out my earrings and fight you, Ben.” You say, your finger coming to rest on the trigger. “You won’t like that version of me.”

“You know who I am.” He remarks, his gaze still fixed on Nate. You don’t like the way he looks at the baby, the way he observes his mannerisms as if cataloguing every single one of them. “Then you know that Sammy and Nate belong with us in a real pack-”

“They have their own pack.” You respond coldly.

He laughs, it’s a mocking sound that makes Nate’s features scrunch up as he grizzles at the older wolf. “You are not pack. You’re just the thing he fucks when he needs to expend some energy during the change.”

It’s cruel blow, one that’s meant to cow you, to remind you aren’t like Sammy or Nate, that you don’t belong in their world but Ben forgets, he’s not your Alpha and you aren’t scared of some dumbass wolf who is trying to take your little family away from you.

“I could snap your neck right here and now.” He continues, the left side of his mouth twisting up into a cruel smile as he shares the thought. “Take the baby, there’s nothing here to stop me.”

“Uh huh.” You tip your head towards the purse, drawing his attention to it. “Except the Colt 45 in my purse is filled with silver bullets and aimed right at your dick. I may not be up to date on my werewolf lore, but I don’t think that’s going to grow back if I blow it off.”

“You’re bluffing.” His eyes narrow, his jaw clenching as he observes the outline of the gun through the leather.

“I thought werewolves could smell a lie.” You retort and a dangerous growl emits from him, sending your hackles raising as you contemplate squeezing the trigger. Nate bares his own teeth, his own tiny growl threatening the man who’s being mean to his ‘mom’. “So, what was the plan, you come here and bully me into handing over Nate, maybe leave me for dead in the bushes if I didn’t comply.”

That was exactly the plan… you can see it written all over his features as his mouth presses together into a thin line, the vein in his temple throbbing.

“Sammy belongs with us.” His voice lower now, raspier. You can sense the desperation underneath it, the way he fights for control of his wolf. “Nate does too, he should grow up around other wolves. He should learn his place in the pack-”

“I’m not taking parenting advice from the man who was going to kill me five minutes ago.” You snort, recalling what Sammy’s wolf told you the other night while he slept. “I think the problem is you need Sammy more then he needs you. You’ve been having a little destabilisation issue since you killed the previous Alpha, haven’t you? Everything’s not going according to plan, is it? So, you need an Omega-”

“How do you…” He trails off, his brow furrowing as he studies you. He’s not used to such resistance, he’s starting to wonder if he’s misjudged you, if there’s something else going on underneath the surface that made Sammy choose you instead of another wolf.

“Sammy doesn’t want to join your pack.” You tell him and Nate lets out a fierce grunt. “And neither does Nate. Now do me a favour and fuck off before I do decide to pull, he trigger and blow your balls off.”

“You can’t protect him all the time.” He tells you pushing to his feet. You’re not sure if he’s talking about Nate or Sammy but that doesn’t matter because their both your family. Your pack. “Sooner or later, you’ll let your guard down and when you do, I’ll tear your fucking throat out.”

You glare at him because there’s a reason both Sammy and his wolf chose you as their mate. You’re strong, fierce and you protect the ones you love with everything you have. “I’d really like to see you fucking try.”

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Well i simply like him

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[phoneticmeow]

Okay the funniest thing about this is that everyone’s saying I’m taking away his space by putting things in the window

He has this entire one right next to it with a blankie and he uses it exclusively for people watching. He really only goes to the other window when he decides to be A Menace

Also his name is Banjo

He as a stroller

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Omg there been updates!!

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sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "mmmhmmm okay yeah i see we both interpreted that differently based on what the show gave us, but i see how you arrived at your ideas even if they're different from mine," and then sometimes you see Takes™ that make you go "brother what show did you even fucking watch"

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I wanna know what people assume about me because of my tumblr.

Put an assumption in my ask. I’ll confirm or dispute it. I’m not gonna be mean or anything, I’m just very interested.

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Liberal Arts (2012) dir. Josh Radnor

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Sydney Adamu and The Berzattos

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not naming any names here but i think some of my followers might be

very kind and sweet and beautiful and ones I love and care for very much