Yesterday I posted a Robby fic and it got flagged in less than an hour. I requested a review, and after that, it was permanently taken down. Today I tried posting it again, and the exact same thing happened. Iβm pretty sure the fic never even showed up in the Robby tags.
Honestly, I have no idea what to do going forward. Itβs incredibly discouraging.
Iβve thought about maybe posting the fic on my updates account and then reblogging it here, but thereβs always the chance the same thing will happen over there, and I know it would probably reach a much smaller audience.
The other option Iβve considered is posting the header, summary, tags, and everything else as usual, then including a link to the fic on AO3. The problem is that this option feels really demotivating to me. In my personal experience, Iβve never received much feedback on my work on AO3. One of the main reasons I write, and spend so much time proofreading, fixing grammar mistakes, editing, and trying to make every fic the best it can be, is because I love sharing it with people and hearing what they think. Reading comments, seeing reactions, and getting feedback is such a huge part of what motivates me to keep writing. I feel so much more comfortable interacting with you all over here. It feels a lot more personal to me. On AO3, though, I often feel like Iβm just throwing my work into the void and hoping maybe one person finds it.
Right now, Iβm honestly just feeling lost. I know this sounds sooo dramatic, but after finally finding the motivation to write again after months away, having the fic taken down twice in two days has been really disheartening.
I was (still am!) looking forward to read your new Robby fic πππ Youβre one of my all time fave Robby writers! I hope youβll post it somewhere and I also hope youβll still get some kind of interaction even if itβs not posted here. We love you, Avi π€π€π€
I genuinely feel so sad. I canβt stop blaming myself for all of this, thinking that maybe itβs my fault for being away for so long. Maybe if I had stayed active Iβd still be able to post my fics without them getting flagged.
I tried clicking the fic on your updates account but it says not available for public? π₯Ί
Tumblr is flagging my fics https://www.tumblr.com/cinnxmxngxrl/822503720681127936/my-fics-keep-getting-flagged-lol
π¬ 0Β Β π 0Β Β β€οΈ 1Β Β·Β My fics keep getting flagged lolΒ Β·Β Yesterday I posted a Robby fic and it got flagged in less than an hour. I requested a re
I'm sorry tumblr is being such a little bitch π
Coming back after a few months and having this happen was the worstπ I was so excited to finally have something new to post. But Iβll figure something out
Hello! Where can we read your new Robby fic, it doesnβt show on your profile at all!
Thatβs because Tumblr sadly took it down. :(
Iβm going to try uploading it again today, and if it gets taken down a second time, I guess Iβll post it on AO3 and share the link with all of you over here so anyone who wants to can read it.
Low key kinda random but thanks to your Robby fics and reblogs I actually watched the Pitt and I love it! π Thanks. π
Awwwπ₯Ή That makes me so happy cause I genuinely loooove introducing people to the media I enjoy. Whenever I watch a movie or show that I end up loving, I immediately need all my friends and family to watch it too, haha
hi, i just saw the tinder fic got strike (i donβt have an answer why sorry) but i just finished reading it and it was soo good and so well written π€π€
(i still had the fic open on my like page thatβs how i could finish reading it.) i hope you can find a way to put it back on maybe if you mark it as adult content π€·π»ββοΈ lots of love π«Άπ»π€πͺ·
Itβs such a bummer because I was so excited to post it after spending almost two months without writing anything. But oh well. I guess Iβll try uploading it again today and cross my fingers that it goes through this time.
Girl, throw 'It's A Match' fic up on AO3. Tumblr is through another being hypersensitive episode again >:[ I'm mad as fuck I didn't get to finish it. I started reading it before my shift.
I think Iβll try posting it again tomorrow, and if it gets taken down again, Iβll just post it on AO3. The thing is, I feel like people arenβt as interactive on AO3 as they are here on Tumblr. At least thatβs been my experience. People rarely leave me comments or feedback over there, and I guess that can be a little demotivating. For me, part of the reason for posting something is getting to share it with other people and hear their thoughts. Otherwise, I probably wouldnβt spend hours editing my fics, checking the grammar, proofreading everything, and making sure itβs the best version it can be before posting :(
So I posted a new fic today after being away for two months, and Tumblr decided to flag it for violating the community guidelines.
Was there something specific that might have triggered that, or did it just happen randomly? Is there anything you can do to help prevent it from happening again? Itβs the first time this has happened to me, and Iβve seen other smut fics around that donβt seem to get flagged
synopsisyou just wanted to be helpful, robby's helpful girl, you didn't realise that helping out might've exposed robby in an un-expected sort of way... (2.1k words)
warningssmutish, mention of sex, mention of big dick (it's robby, duh) condom, language
authornotei just absolutely was obsessed with this ask, i loved it so much. it's a big short, just a little thing, lowkey i think it's ass but it was fun. (gif credits to @timothyolyphant)
Pitt masterlist. Last Robby fic!
βI need a condom,β
It wasn't the typical greeting you were used to, really, it wasn't a usual sentence you heard in the ED. Especially not from Samira, flushed in the cheeks with her hair scraped back into a bun.
She'd rushed to you and Santos as you stood outside exam room three, discussing a patient when she joined the two of you, making the statement a little louder than she probably intended. Samira looked around the space behind her and besides you.
Trinity smirked, eyeing Samira up and down. βOkay, Mohan.β
βNo, no, not for me, my patient,β she said with a roll of her eyes. βPlease, I wish it was for me.β
βWhy do you need a condom for a patient?β you asked, amused almost. βIs he hot?β
βWhat? No? My patient, he's HIV but apparently very, very active and he doesn't have condoms. He says he-he prefers it without and I've explained everything to him but there's no condoms in the draw where we keep them!β explained Samira.
βWe have a condom draw?β asked Trinity, taking only that as the necessary information from Mohan's ramble.
You handed her the chart. βYou sleep with women.β
βWhat? So I'm not allowed in the condom draw?β
βIt's for sex ed teachings, people who are young and having sex,β you shrugged. βStuff like that. Come on, I can help you out.β
The nurses desk was practically vacant. Around you everyone busied themselves with greeting the nigh shift and getting them out, taking away patients like the changing of the guard. It was almost too early to be dealing with tough patients who wouldn't protect themselves.
You led the way around the counter, Mohan and Santos (who took an invitation for herself) followed you over to the desk as you reached down for Robby's bag, propping it up.
It was no surprise to them that you were reaching for his bag, reaching for his stuff like it was yours. What was Robby's was yours. The real surprise had been when Mel found the two of you eight months ago making out in the storage room, shrieking and dropping a bag of blood that then splashed all over you.
And obviously at the scream everyone ran over and found the two of you rather compromised and covered in blood. You still weren't really done living that down.
You fished around in Robby's bag, the owner somewhere not there to see as you brought out an opened box of condoms. βHere,β you said handing her a thick strip as Santos laughed.
Samira took them wearily, a small dusting of pink on her cheeks. βWon't you... miss these?β
βNo,β you said, rocking on your heels, suddenly feeling the familiar creeping heat of embarrassment. βWe have... more.β
Santos smirked. βKeeping Robby in shape, huh?β
Samira shuddered. βI really don't want to think about my boss like that, but thank you!β you said, waving the strip like it was a flag and rushing off before her patient could walk off. She was a good doctor, dedicated you knew and you were just happy to help her reach her potential.
Distracted by watching her leave you failed to notice Trinity sneak over to Robby's bag, peeking inside like a nosy cat.
βHey!β you lectured, pulling the zipper shut on her hand.
βWhat? Just wanted to know what else you got in there? Does he keep a pair of panties? Vibrator if it gets quiet,β she teased.
You blushed, shaking your head and looking down to the bag. βYou have no shame, that's your boss you're talking about.β
She made a pfft noise. βYou're the one screwing him.β
Yes, you were. Proudly and happily.
Javadi slid up next to you, practically shoving you a tablet and asking for your advice. You were somewhere deep in your residency, one of the first they were introduced to on their hell of a first day. Not as scary as Robby, easier to talk to than Langdon. It was typical for the Pittlings and Mohan to come to you when they needed advice. You liked it really, as much as Santos teased you and as much as Mohan and Javadi doubted themselves.
βHey Crash,β said Trinity, all but giddy with the new knowledge she had about Doctor Robby's contents in his bag. βYou wanna know what's in this bag of secrets.β
βNo,β you chastised.
Javadi's eyes lightened up. βIs that Doctor Robby's bag?β
βIt doesn't matter,β you said, pushing it back down to your feet.
βHey,β Samira joined the group of you again, handing you back the strip of condoms. βHe said he can't take these.β The rest of the doctors and nurses hustled around the Pitt, un-knowing of the personal dilemmas being aired out.
You lifted your shoulders. βYou needed condoms, those are condoms.β
βYes but they're not the right size,β said Mohan. βHe says they wouldn't fit, they're too big.β
Oh.
Perhaps at some point you'd been shocked at the size of Robby. Before you'd only had your imagination and hints of him beneath his scrubs. The times when he'd brush past you in the teasing beginning of your relationship and you'd feel something prod at you. The first time he'd dragged you to his bedroom, lips seething in heat and teeth nipping in want to only lay you out on his bed and drag his pants and underwear down to show all of him- then you'd been shocked. Mouth watering so.
Over the months the shock transformed to desire, reaching hands and an eager mouth that you stopped thinking about the size.
You didn't think anything of it when you handed Mohan a strip of five extra-large condoms.
Standing at the nurses station it may as well have been a deserted island and you stared down at the condoms like it was your first offering of food.
βUh-β
Javadi snatched the condoms from Samira first, staring down at them with mouth agape. βOh my god.β
βJavadi-β
βHoly shit!β
You looked back and Santos had pulled out Robby's bag again, pulling out the box and staring at the size stamped on the front. βSantos!β
βNo wonder you walk in limping.β
βI do not- I do not walk in limping!β
βWell, there was that one time-β said Mohan.
βNo, there wasn't!β you argued. βI'd bruised my ankle.β
Mohan chuckled to herself. βSure.β
Trinity smirked. βBruised something.β
Javadi was still staring at the strip of condoms in wonder. βHow do they even get this big?β
You snatched them away from her the way you might have if a child found them. Quickly you stuffed them in the box, threw them back in Robby's bag and kept it behind your back.
βWait, why do you have a box of condoms for work?β asked Javadi.
βOh please,β said Santos with a groan. βThey're always at it in work. Better safe than sorry.β
βWe are not always at it at work,β you defended.
βThe storage closet?β asked Mohan, apparently abandoning the venture of finding fitting condoms for her patient.
You held up a finger. βThat was one time.β
βThe toilets,β added Santos, sadly remembering the time you and Robby had hid yourselves in the bathroom for a break. A break that was only supposed to be comforting touched turned hot and reaching quickly.
βThat one time in the exam room where we thought we were examining a broken hip for a Mrs Driscoll-β began Javadi.
βOkay! Okay, I get it!β you interrupted.
βI think it's nice,β Trinity quipped her lip, arms crossing over her chest. βGet some dick when you can right.β She patted your shoulder like a proud sister as she left the group of you, laughing quietly to herself.
Victoria and Samira followed suit, leaving you with the ramifications of your own embarrassment. So what your boyfriend was largely endowed, wasn't it a compliment? Weren't you the luckiest girl in the world to have Robby with soft and tender touches turned to almost hateful thrusts with how hard he loved you.
You made sure Robby's bag was tightly closed before sliding it back under the desk.
The day brought the same usual storm the ED always brought. Enough to distract you from the mornings events and the package sitting inside of Robby's bag. You were left with only a creeping heat crawling up your neck, the last dregs of your doctors eyes on you and their giddy smiles.
You'd only managed to make it to the staff lounge for a coffee by mid day, taking the mug that was yours, marked with an inside joke and given one secret Santa round.
βHey.β Robby slipped into the room, leaning his back against the sink and standing next to you.
βHey yourself.β
For a moment there was a silence where you poured coffee for the both of you, handing him his mug.
Robby's fingers grazed yours, the simplest touch sending shivers through your skin. βCan I ask you something?β
You hummed, head tucked away. He wouldn't have heard about the mornings teasing's, would he?
βSantos has been... off today,β he said.
He would.
You gulped, a feign of concern falling to you. βShe has?β
βKeeps looking at me and smirking. She's doing this thing with her hands where she-β he demonstrated, spreading his hands to different distances, some small, some bigger. His hands wavered around the imaginary object between his hands.
You were left groaning.
Robby's head tilted toward you. βDo you know anything?β
In attempts of hiding away the story your head ducked and shook side to side.
βWhat did you do?β
βNothing,β you said.
Robby's fingers were slightly calloused but no less humble as he pinched your chin, realigning his gaze with yours. His brows rose, gaze pouring into yours. He didn't even have to ask you again.
You sighed. βThis morning Mohan had a patient with HIV and she wanted to give him condoms but there was none where they usually are so I gave her some of ours. But they weren't exactly... the right size.β
There was a small furrow of confusion in his face as he waited for you to elaborate.
You turned your body into his, lowering your voice. βNot everybody can fit into an extra large, Robby.β
The furrow gave and a small grin split his cheeks as he glanced down to your shoes, a pink blooming under his beard and to his cheeks. It was different from your own embarrassment. He was more pleased with himself.
Robby straightened, hands wavering. βSo how does... this connect to-β
βSantos was there this morning when Samira asked.β
He chuckled, tongue poking out into his cheek as he shook his head in amusement.
βIt's not funny,β you said, nudging him.
He rocked on his feet. βYeah. Yeah, it is.β
Your coffee was turning lukewarm in hand, the bitter taste suddenly too sweet as you made to walk away from him and stew in your own humiliation.
Robby's fingers wrapped around your wrist and tugged, using you to pull himself in closer. βOh, I'm sorry,β he teased, voice dropping into the low drag in his condescending way. The sort of voice he used to coax you down into bed with his darkening eyes and lustful approach. βIs my dick too big? Do I fuck you too good?β His hands grabbed at your hips, bringing you into him, tongue darting out to your neck.
Your body wriggled in his hold, trying to escape as his arms grew strong around you. βStop!β You laughed.
βMake me.β He nipped at your neck, licking over the sting he caused.
The door was pushed open and Langdon stumbled in the doorway, catching sight of the two of you tangled in arms and laughter.
βAre you two doing it in the lounge now?β he asked.
You guessed you just should've been thankful Langdon wasn't there that morning, otherwise there would have been competitions between him and Santos on who could make the best jokes out of your misery.
Slowly, Robby moved away from you, pulling himself up straight and pulling at his hoodie before leading the way out the room.
McKay was wheeling a patient away to x-ray, Samira was giving aftercare instructions to an elderly couple and Mel was somewhere lurking in a corner talking to Dana.
Santos, however, was still being the most productive, sitting across from Javadi and still trying to make sense of some invisible size between her hands.
You watched, un-able to stop as Robby walked behind Santos and spread her hands apart just a little, enough to leave more than enough inches between her hands.
Robby walked away, satisfied.
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synopsisDr J makes the hospital famous with her tiktoks and, especially robby and jack. robby has something to say about what everyone thinks of him. (4.8k words)
warningsheavy smut. MDNI. This is all about this man eating pussy. oral (f receiving) slight fingering, robby's got something to prove, face sitting, come eating? if you squint, language, slight jealous robby
authornotes this is completely based of that meme i saw that i'll put below because i know what its trying to say but as a Robby girl I've got to defend my man (jack abbott though can also get it anyday) i dont know if i'm proud of this, i just have so many ideas that they all clump up and come out as barf but i hope you like (gif credits to @timothyolyphant :)
pitt masterlist! Another Robby fic!
Robby went to you first because he didnβt understand what it meant and if he were to go to any of the younger residents or students theyβd make fun of him. He didn't know what he had been staring at but he knew his residents.
You might tease him to but your teasing he could take, and if he really felt like it, make you regret in his bed later. After all he all but signed up for it when you started dating six months ago.
Guy who berates you for not making dinner, vs guy who eats it for dinner? Robby didnβt get it- at least he hoped he didnβt.
βHey,β he said, sliding up next to you.
You didnβt bat a lash. βHey yourself.β
βI need your opinion.β
You were still distracted on your charting, even as you said: βYes, Robby, green does bring out your eyes.β
βWhat? No,β he said with a frown. He caged your body in, leaning is arm over you at the counter. βYou're young.β
βThat's why you like me, right?β
Robby hummed. He looked over you, making a mental list of all the reasons he loved you. βYeah, sure, one of the reasons, so what do you think this means?β
He handed his phone over to you and finally you looked away from the charting to consider it. He watched as you read the text and saw the grainy pictures, one of him and another of Abbott, screenshots of them in backgrounds.. You didn't have to slide on any glasses or pull the phone away from you to see clearly.
Slowly, a grin broke out.
βOh,β you chuckled.
Robby wasn't laughing and when you looked at him you realised that.
βIt's nothing, it's just some meme,β you said, handing him back the phone.
Javadi had been gaining more attraction with her TikTok. She gave health advice with the background of the Pitt as her scene. It wasn't her fault- not really- if followers caught wind of the drama, friendships and hot men that worked there.
Her loyal followers had already deemed Santos as 'a hard exterior but caring soul', Whitaker with a 'heart of gold', and you 'the eldest daughter type.'
And they labelled attendings Robby and Abbott as DILFS.
Apparently they'd already explored how the two doctors would be in the bedroom.
βOkay,β he said, slowly sinking down to his knees in front of you as you swivelled your stool to face him. βBut what does it mean?β
There was something hesitant in your gaze. The amused purse of your lips as you tried to stop a laugh and the light in your eyes. If you found it funny at his expense- which he had a feeling you were- he at least wanted to know what it meant.
You clearly thought he was joking. βYou want to know what it means?β
He nodded.
βI can tell you at home?β
Robby let the words sink in, the fact you were undoubtedly referring to his place as home. But he didn't want to go home with you and this terrible feeling that everyone was laughing at him for reasons he didn't know why.
βOkay,β you said, holding his hands as if you were delivering bad news. βIt means- and it's just Javadi's followers that think this and have clearly made this- that they think Jack is .... a more attentive lover.β
You chose your words carefully.
β 'Eat it for dinner',β you continued. βIs a reference to how guys-β
Instead of saying anything you gave him a look and he gave you one back.
You sighed. βThey think Jack eats pussy better than you.β
Robby didn't know what he was thinking but he wasn't sure it was ... that.
βI have a patient that's diaphoretic so I should probably-β
With little else to say you left your boyfriend kneeling, patting him on the shoulder as you went.
You could practically feel Robby distracted all day.
Every time you passed by the nurses area to go from one patient to another, he was there. Either sitting at the counter, head in hand and mindlessly looking through the computer or he was standing and listening to anything the one next to him was saying but you had a feeling he wasn't so much paying attention.
βIs Doctor Robby, okay?β asked Javadi. She was presenting a case to you, typically she went to you or McKay. You were sure she only went to you now as Cassy had the day off.
βOh yeah, he's fine,β you said. It was no secret to anyone that you and Robby were dating, though you kept it professional around the ED. βJust TikTok, you know.β
Javadi smirked. βTikTok?β
βYeah, yours.β
The smirk dampened and her eyes widened in the sort of frightened puppy way. She started stuttering over her words.
βRelax, he's not angry. At least not at you just what people are saying,β you said.
βWhat-what people are saying?β asked Javadi. βBut everyone thinks he's hot. Really! They-they love Abbott and Robby. Seriously, people even ship them. Not that they don't like you and Robby, no they're obsessed.β
For a second you were intrigued.
In a way, maybe that should have have made you jealous or annoyed that everyone was finding him to be handsome and wanting a piece of him but if anything it made you proud. It made you want to hang off his arm.
βSome people are saying some things, nothing harmful.β
And also certainly none of their business how he ate you out at nights.
βOh my god, I can totally tell them to stop, I can take the videos down, and I'll-I'll stop filming in here-β she stammered out.
βIt's okay, don't worry,β you assured with a smile. βGet a CT and run blood toxics and come find me with the results.β
You found Robby exactly where you expected to find him, staring at the patient board without reading.
You didnβt even have time to greet him before he was speaking.
He jerked his head. βCome see a patient with me.β
So Robby led you off to exam room three, where an empty bed was made and no monitors were on. Even the lights were dimmed down low.
Robby pulled the curtains over and closed the door.
βIs the patient invisible?β You turned to Robby but hardly had time to see him before he was on you. His hands were on your hips, keeping you into him and his head ducked as he kissed you. He groaned into it, the forceful nature of his kiss having you stumbling back.
You couldn't help but kiss him back. When he started, there was no stopping. Even if you were in the hospital and desperate to keep it professional.
You shook your head, his lips moving with the movement. βNu-uh.β
βWhat?β his hands came up to cup your cheeks, voice muffled with his not letting go of you.
βYou're not kissing me cause people think Jack gives better head,β you said against his lips.
There was a noise of protest in Robby's throat.
βCruel woman.β
Your hands slid up to his chest. βWait- Michael.β
He brushed back. βWhat?β
βWe are not getting it on here just because of some meme.β
You knew it to be the reason why almost at once. Robby was the one who had set certain boundaries in the work place. Like no making out. Yet he was the one huffing in frustration and surrendering, holding up his hands where you could see them.
βIt's just some things people are saying on the internet.β
βI just don't get why,β he said, honestly. His head was tucked into his chest as he shrugged.
You were almost convinced he was upset. βI dunno. You're stern, sometimes, here,β you explained. βMaybe people saw that in the back of Javadi's TikToks and thought you had.... a hard exterior.β
βThey think I'm un-caring?β he asked
βI didn't say that.β
βAnd Abbott?β
Quickly, you realised it was more than just feeling bummed about people thinking he gave bad head.
You smirked. βJealousy looks good on you, Robinavitch.β
Slowly Robby sank down on the edge of the bed, sighing heavily as if this situation was weighing heavy on him.
You followed suit, sitting on the stool and wheeling close to him, treating him like he really was the patient. You knew how Robby got in his own head more times then was good for him. He didn't worry what people thought of him ever, but this was different.
β What else is it?β you asked, softly, voice dropped low.
βHave I ever,β he began, shoulders high in tension and head low. His hands were braced on his knees. βHave I ever left you... un-satisfied?β
You wanted to laugh.
Robby and un-satisfied didn't belong together.
The nature of your jobs meant the two of you were exhausted more times than you were energised but that never stopped the two of you. If you were wanting you weren't left wanting, in fact, you'd be left thoroughly satisfied.
βNever,β you said.
He peeked at you with a little smirk.
βThose people don't know you, Robby,β you carried on, fingers circling his wrists and slowly holding him there. βThey don't know what you do to me.β
Seconds ago you were berating him for kissing you in an exam room. But you leant into him and kissed his lips slowly.
βWhat I do, huh?β he mumbled against your lips.
βUh-huh, things that Abbott could never.β
Just at the name of his friend had Robby grabbing you and all but pulling you over him. He leant back on the bed and slot you between his legs as he kissed you, hard. His hands couldn't find purchase as they sort every part of you, pulling our your scrub top and finding the skin there, running the back of his knuckles over.
Your hands wound in his hair, pulling until his mouth was opening up for you.
There came a sharp knock at the door before it opened. The curtains weren't pulled back but Dana's voice called out.
βBreak it up in there! We need the room!β
Robby groaned, head throwing back on the cushion before you climbed off him. He didn't move even as you did.
βAren't you coming?β
βJust... just give me a minute,β he said.
You chuckled to yourself, letting your eyes linger over all of him and left him there with the curtain drawn.
Dana was at the door, shaking her head with a chuckle.
You feigned innocence as best you could, working quick to tuck your scrub top back in and brush back your hair. βWhat?β
βThe two of you, at it like rabbits.β
βWe were not.β
βNot what I saw.β
βYou didn't see anything.β
βOkay, not what I heard,β she said, lips smacking from the nicotine gum you slid onto her desk every morning.
βHe was upset.β
βAbout that TikTok stuff?β
You looked to her. The last thing Robby needed was thinking everyone had seen the meme, that people thought he wasn't a good enough lover or whatever else he thought it meant.
βIs it bad?β
Dana shrugged. βIt means nothing to me but you know guys, hurts their ego that kind of stuff.β
You nodded. You would say something in Robby was hurt. Whether it was that people thought he was a tough guy to work with or something about him that provoked the idea of selfishness.
But then they seemed to deem Abbott a capable lover, something you couldn't count on due to the fact you'd never gotten the chance to know.
Not that you wanted to.
(Except that one time in a dream before you were dating Robby)
Victoria rushed up to you and Dana excused herself. βI've just seen the post, Santos showed me,β she rushed out her words, panic evident. βDoes he hate me? Oh my god, he hates me. My attending hates me.β
βHe doesn't-β
βI mean it's so inappropriate, like, he saves lives you know maybe he just wants a meal cooked sometimes, not saying like- no- not that he'd ever get mad at you- or anyone for...β
You let Javadi trail off.
She blushed. βI should walk away shouldn't I?β
βProbably for the best.β
As soon as Jack walked in an hour before his shift was supposed to start, Robby stood, ready to leave.
It was rare he ever got out on time, let alone early but he hadn't been doing much work anyway, only thinking and being stuck in his own head. And sometimes with how much he thought about you: Yours.
βThank you, brother, thank you,β he said.
Jack's gaze levelled on him. βIs everything okay?β
No, not at all. People on the internet speculated he was an asshole who'd get angry if you didn't have dinner on the table. As if he wouldn't live between your thighs if given the choice.
Robby bit his tongue and nodded.
βHey Jack,β you greeted, coming by.
Robby's eyes followed you at once. He thought of all the plans he had in his head.
βYou're here early,β you noted.
βI asked him to come by, listen, I got some errands to run. You think you're okay coming home by yourself tonight?β he asked.
There was a hint of confusion in your gaze but you didn't prod. You never did push him, always letting him come to you when he was ready. He'd never been so thankful for it.
βEr yeah, sure.β
Robby kissed you quick and hard, his hand cupping your backside and squeezing before he left you.
He only caught a glimpse of Jack digging into his phone to show you something funny. He dread to think what it was.
The last hour of work without Robby felt like a whole other twelve. Every patient answered questions too slow and chairs piled up with more minor problems. It felt like everything irritated you. Which it had.
By the time you were getting home, climbing up the stairs because of cause the elevator was broke you almost forgot all about the meme that had Robby so worried earlier.
That was until you pushed open the door.
You expected the tv on low, the lights on, maybe the sound of the shower.
You were greeted instead by a dull orange glow from the dozen or so candles lit around the living space. There was a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table and a sleek box tied off with a ribbon.
Hands landed on your hips and the soft belly of your boyfriends pressed against you.
βRobby,β you grinned, raising a hand to fall on the back of his head and stroke his hair there.
The stretch gave him perfect opportunity to pepper kisses over your neck. His other arm circled your waist, pulling you into him.
βWhat is all this?β you asked, eyes closing in the bliss of feeling him everywhere.
He hummed into your neck. βI just don't think you know how much I love you.β
You bit down on your lip as his hot tongue swirled over your pulse. βOh, I think I know.β
His nose brushed over your jaw as he guided you forward, his toes clipping your heels as he didn't let you go or turn you around. He dragged you to where the present sat on the table, below the roses. His hands were large as they palmed and moved around your stomach. He breathed against your ear, your body waking in shivers as he uttered against you. βOpen it.β
It was tough to do so- even to bend down and grab it- as Robby was adamant in letting you go. Eventually you got a hold of the ribbon and pulled.
He let you go enough for you to pull out the garment inside. Or the lack of garment.
It was a small set of lingerie, red and black- his favourite colours on you. The colours of seduction. There were ribbons and straps that upon just looking at you weren't sure how they were to go.
βI want you to put it on,β said Robby, head resting on your shoulder and looking. βAnd then I'm going to make you come on my tongue until you're begging me to stop.β
Your knees weakened but Robby still held you.
βYou think you can do that?β he asked.
You nodded and gasped, smashing your lips into his. You turned in his arms, tongue's battling and arms circling him. You pressed your body into his, practically throwing yourself onto him.
The attentive lover he was he allowed it for a moment before he pulled away.
βPut it on.β
In the bedroom you stripped and with the help of the mirror figured out where everything was supposed to go. The panties did little to hide your ass but clad away your pussy, straps at your tights and bows there. The bra pushed your chest up, lace dancing over your chest.
It was sexy and sensual, knowing Robby had brought it for you and demanded you wear it. All the same, you couldn't wait for him to tear it off you.
Stepping back into the candle lit room Robby was already shirtless, sitting on the sofa with his legs wide and cock hardening.
When you stepped out, he smirked, arms stretching along the back of the sofa.
βI think I like when you have something to prove,β you said, slowly walking over, letting every step linger and make him wait for it.
Or drawing out whatever he had planned.
βI have something to prove?β he asked.
You dropped to your knees in front of him, between his legs as Robby's eyes trailed to watch you. βDon't you?β You were desperate to touch him, knowing he didn't have that planned but needing him anyhow. Your hands had only smoothed up his thighs before he grabbed your wrists.
Robby stood and pulled you up with him.
Without words he sat you down the sofa, stretching you out while he sank to his knees.
βNu-uh,β he tutted, fingers wrapping around your legs and prying them apart, slowly. Your panties slipped and your pussy was slowly displaying itself. βYou know what I want.β
βMichael-β
βWhat do you want?β he asked, but tonight was more about him than you. If it was about him proving something, you'd be his practise. If he was an artist you were going to be his canvas.
Your mouth just opened to speak when his thumb pressed down onto your panties. He rubs, slowly, pressing down harder till you grew wetter. Till he could feel it through the material.
His beard scratched at your thighs in the way that made you wither as he kissed at your thighs. His fingers pushed into your skin, kneading the plump of it.
βHave I ever told you, I love the way you smell.β
You gasped as he slid his thumb up and down, circling it slowly over your clothed clit.
βHave I?β he asked again, craving an answer.
βNo.β
Robby was watching the space between your legs as he put his head there and inhaled.
Your back arched as his nose pressed into you, smelling and inhaling and groaning out when he was done. His fingers were pressing hard enough into your thighs to bruise. You wanted it to.
You watched as Robby darted out his tongue and ran it up and down you panties. He got a taste of you through the panties he brought.
Robby started off slow but he could never go slow. It was the way he did procedures, marking off everything first then moving around the room in seconds. It was the way he kissed, getting the same taste of your lips before sliding in his tongue and getting a taste of your spit. It was the way he fucked, slowly moving into you till your walls pulsed around his cock then he was moving like an animal.
They were small presses of his tongue then he was making out with your pussy through the cloth. He drooled against you, moaning and prodding his thumb, pressing in and out.
βGod, I wanna get you naked,β he said against your core.
You didn't know if he wanted you stripped or just your core.
You chuckled breathless. βThen why dress me up?β
Robby pulled away to look at you. His thumbs hooked into your panties. βI like to un-wrap you.β
He dragged your panties down slow, grasping your legs and helping you out of them all the while keeping you limp on the sofa for him.
You expected Robby to ditch them, throw them aside but instead he shoved them in his face and inhaled again. βOh my god,β you groaned, head landing back on the sofa.
βYou're so wet and I haven't even touched you,β he said.
Finally he ditched the panties and faced your pussy.
His gaze flickered up to you and you felt exposed. A sudden need to hide came over you but Robby shook his head like he knew. Keeping your gaze he darted out his tongue and flicked it against your clit, circling your bundle of nerves.
At the devout attention your eyes fluttered shut in pleassure.
Robby sucked your clit in his mouth and pulled back with a pop. βLook at me, look at me.β
You looked at him.
His eyes were dark and wicked with want. He licked his lips and kept your gaze as he went in. He forced your legs up and apart, bending you as he shoved himself into you. He was there quick and heavy, licking and kissing till his slurping was heard around the apartment.
βRobby!β
He chuckled into you, sending vibrations up through you.
βI need your fingers inside of me, please.β
He hummed and shook his head, still occupied with dragging his tongue over you. βNot my fingers people criticise.β
You groaned.
Robby sucked some more, swallowing up your want, driving parts of your soul away while he was at it. βSpread yourself open, baby- just like that- there we go-β he guided your hands to your own core and helped you hold open the lips of you.
Then he went in with new reverence. The tip of his tongue ran miles and as you were left gasping for him, making a mess he cleaned it up from your hole to your clit and ran circles around it.
βOh shit, Michael.β
βFeels good?β
βYes!β
βAm I gonna make you come?β he asked, dropping his spit against you and working it in. When your fingers slipped he took over, holding you open.
Your hands went to his hair, stroking it back.
You knew your hands in his hair, or fingers threading through, drove him insane.
βYes!β
He shoved his face in again, like a man addicted.
Sweat was starting to from along your body and the hand that wasn't in his hair groped at your own breast until you were humping up your hips to his-
βGet up,β said Robby suddenly.
He stood, his cock stretched against his pants. Robby brushed the back of his knuckles against the hard line of himself and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.
βUp.β
On shaky legs you did so, feeling the want but the coil of release slowly eased.
Robby bent you over and continued cleaning up your mess.
It was a new angle, the sort he'd never tried and as you felt his tongue in places you'd never felt you wonder how long he'd been thinking of this. How long had he wanted you bent over, ass up in his face.
With your back up to him he easily un-hooked your bras and threw it aside.
βYou think Abbott could eat you up like this?β he asked, voice only above a growl. βHuh?β
βNo,β you gasped, slowly turning to jelly.
The new position didn't last long as Robby stood tall again, pressing the hardness of his cock against the curve of your ass.
You arched yourself back into him. βPlease, please, please.β
βI know baby, I know,β he cooed in something that could have been sympathy in a mocking tone. βGod, you feel what you do to me? Like I feel what I do to you.β
Robby turned you around and kissed you, the trace of your essence on his tongue and shared between the two of you. He let his tongue dance over yours like he wanted to share it, a hand creeping to the back of your neck and keeping you in.
You were so wanting, so needy for any part of him.
βI'm gonna lie back now,β he said against your lips. βAnd you're gonna sit on my face.β
You pulled back, wondering if you'd heard that right.
Robby nodded slowly, not even trying to hide as he watched your lips. His thumb came back down to your clit, circling enough to keep you like putty in the palm of his hands.
βMichael-β
He was already pulling away, popping the buttons of his trousers and making himself comfortable on the sofa.
You were standing, hesitant. βI can't sit on your face.β
He smirked and patted his stomach. βYes you can, c'mon.β
βI'm serious.β
Robby smirked, nudging you up. βSo am I.β
He was looking at you with such wide eyes, though dark. The same way he looked at you when you got something right in work. When you pleased him, when he was so proud of you.
This was for him, you told yourself as you climbed over him, allowing time to run your hands up and down the hairs of his round belly.
You watched his gaze follow yours as you trailed up and up his face, over his beard until all you saw was his eyes.
Lingering on your knees you tested how low you could get.
The tip of Robby's tongue found your centre and slowly worked you open again.
His hands wrap around your thighs and he yanks you down till you're sitting on his face with a heavenly groan.
There was no time for protests as he got to work, his tongue burying inside of you. He was so close he could hardly move, only keep himself there and suck and slurp. At every tiny move his nose brushed into your folds, nudging your clit and dragging out the need.
βOhhh fuckkk,β you whined.
Robby groaned into you as he tried to speak, something like 'beautiful' caught between your pussy. His hands were messaging your ass and grinding you into him.
βS'too much, oh my god.β
He shook his head, wetting your core with his saliva and your need mixed.
βRobby, I can't-β
βYes you can,β he spoke finally, pulling away enough that you could hear his voice.
Your lips pursed together as you shook your head. The coil of tightness in you grew hotter, burner brighter. It felt like your first time with him over and over again. The way his body bounced off of yours with every thrust, the moans he couldn't help let out into your neck, marking himself there for weeks.
βPlease come,β he said against you now. βI need you to come on my face, baby, please.β
Perhaps the world would have liked to know there was only one thing in this word that could get Robby begging. Your pussy.
βThere, huh? You like it just there?β you could hardly make out his words, like he was speaking into your very being.
Your hand fell back into his hair and you leant back, riding his face with a new passion and fever. He moved his head along with your movements and it became a frenzy of passion and need and want, the both of you moaning and uttering any words of encourganemt.
βYeah baby, there you go- there you go-β
βRobby! Robby! Shit!β
βAll over me, c'mon, c'mon.β
You still couldn't believe it, your want all over his beard, smearing down his neck and chest.
βOnly making you come, making my girl come, that's right.β
In seconds you had grasped his hair, shoving him in as you let go into his mouth. He strained his neck up and kept himself open on you as he inhaled and exhaled in groans and grunts.
βOh yes, please... yes- fuck baby,β Robby whined, spreading your cheeks to get every drop licked up. You'd think it was his own release washing over him with the noises he made and sucked out of you.
By the time you'd both calmed down and he'd caught his breath and tapped your thigh you fell lower down onto his stomach.
His breath smelt of love and sex as you lingered over him, letting Robby brush back stray parts of your hair. βSatisfied?β
βVery.β You might have seemed drunk with the way he had you coming but you didn't care. βOne of the best orgasms of my life.β
He smirked at you incredulously. βChange it to best of the night. We haven't even begun.β
