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[earthhtoness]

pervy plumber!robby x younger inexperienced!reader

content °❀.࿔ 18, kind of insane behavior, stalker core robby, bad writing, SMUT, DUB-CON, slight fingering, allusion to p in v, like idk it’s rough??, did i mention, bad writing??

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you've never owned a home before. you had no idea the amount of upkeep that somehow came with it, despite the many warnings from the older generations in your family. sure, security was somewhat of a concern, but what really troubled your parents, was the distance.

you up and moved many states away from any family of yours. so, now that you were on your own, you had only yourself to blame when the drain pipe of your shower seemed to be super clogged.

your research to find a plumber wasn't super extensive, probably just a singular google search, and you landed on the first name you saw. michael robinavitch. he wasn't exactly expensive and his reviews weren't necessarily glowing.

his presence was large and somewhat imposing on your new home. his rough exterior didn't match the cozy vibe that encapsulated the space. he was practically squeezing himself into the small bathroom, exhaling when he propped up his tools.

this wasn't really a long job, or at least it wasn't meant to be. but robby does get paid the hour, and your bathroom isn’t cramped enough to make him want to return to his empty house. not when he can fantasize about what you might look like in the shower he’s kneeling beside.

it’s maybe an hour later when you knock on the door jam, fidgeting anxiously. “um, this is probably a dumb question, but… i can still, like, use the other bathroom while you’re working, right? like- it won’t affect your work?”

robby almost has to hold back a laugh, but he gives a little nod. “uh. yeah. that’s fine. uh, listen, the problems worse than i thought. i’m gonna have to run by the hardware store really quick to pick some stuff up.” he stands to his full height, pretending to wipe work off his hands.

your face falls at the thought of having to pay more. “oh. okay, yeah. that’s fine. um, how much more is that going to be?”

robby waves it off. “don’t worry about it. don’t wanna leave you without a working shower. not gonna charge extra.”

“oh! thank you,” you beam, nodding along.

as soon as robby gets to his car, he’s jerking off. with no shame. his eyes were closed, eyebrows furrowed as he thought about you in that shower. his belly pressed to the curve of your back. fuck.

when he finished up fixing your shower, he couldn’t just leave. he needed an excuse to come back.

he conveniently “left” his toolbox. perfect. it was no surprise when you later messaged him a picture of his toolbox and asked if he needed that back before tomorrow.

god, you were sweet. so sweet.

he swung by that night, heavy boots on the nice porch. you were there, opening the door with that big, kind smile. it made his dick twitch in his pants, his mind heading straight for the gutter.

you let him pass, assuming he’s heading to the bathroom to grab his toolbox. instead, he makes a quick bee line for your bedroom. he moved toward the window, unlocking it, and leaving it a crack open, just enough that you wouldn’t notice.

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he starts leaving gifts. gifts that make you look around when you arrive home and find flowers. chocolates. framed pictures of you.

at night, you’re oblivious to his visits. the way he creaks your window open, climbing inside. only to lay with you for a bit. and smell your hair.

you finally wake up during the night, a month into his endeavor, while he was brushing your hair with his very own brush. as soon as you so much as twitch, his hand finds your mouth.

his nose presses to your temple, mouth to your ear. “sh, sh, sh, sh,” he hushes, gently rolling you over to lay on your tummy and settling his weight on top of you. “it’s okay. ‘s just me.”

obviously, you’re more than alarmed. there’s no one in a hundred foot radius that you’d be comfortable with being in your home at this hour. you squirmed, but he was heavy. his filled out stomach pressed into your back, successfully holding you down. you kick your legs up, trying to hit his back, only to be halted by his knees separating your legs and ankles hooking over yours.

like his age seemed to convey, he was experienced, especially at keeping hold of you. he growled into your ear, “keep still, yeah? such a pretty girl. you think i don’t see the shit you like on social media? your secret twitter account isn’t so secret, sweetie. i know this stuff turns you on, doesn’t it?”

you freeze up slightly, face inflamed with embarrassment. your reaction makes him chuckle and coo. you hated how he was right. you hoped he wouldn’t check.

“you’re not gonna scream, yeah? not until later, at least,” he nuzzles your cheek obsessively, his facial hair scratching your soft skin. “be the good girl i know you wanna be for me.”

you nod so slightly, so hesitantly, he almost missed it. he leans back, his hand on your mouth now sliding to hold you down by the back of your neck. he straddles the backs of your thighs, dragging the oversized t-shirt up and over your ass to see your cotton panties. he clicks his tongue, smiling.

“look at this pretty little number. it’s like you knew i was coming, huh?” his hand comes down, gripping the flesh and spreading you open to wedge the underwear between your folds and the crack of your ass. “so cute. look, i knew you’d like this,” his thumb smooths the damp fabric over your folds.

he straightens out the edges of your underwear so it sits nicely, mainly just to toy with you like a doll. “i’ve been trying to wake you up like this for ages. wanted you to catch me, so i could fulfill allllll those filthy fantasies you’ve got up here,” he taps your head.

it doesn’t take long for his thumb to hook your panties to the side, making your legs attempt to kick up again. you whine into the pillow beneath your head, trying to twist around to get a glimpse of him.

“aww, look at her,” robby’s fingers glide through your slick. “she knows just what she wants. what she needs. weeping tears of joy just at the feel of my fingers, hm?”

when he doesn’t get a response, his patience wears thin, so he pinches your clit and growls, “right?”

the sensations makes you squeak and nod, stammering out an affirmative. the reaction makes him exhale through his nose.

“oh, we’re going to have fun tonight, won’t we?”

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i don’t know, this feels like awful… i don’t think my heart was in it lowk

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[earthhtoness]

help what do you mean i’m 20 now

[coquette-club]

[earthhtoness]

thinking about pervy plumber!robby—WILL be writing about this later, ok?

[earthhtoness]

robby gets baseball tickets gifted to him and takes the (usually) lovely reader

content °❀.࿔ 18+, mention of impact play, brat taming, probably too much description and not enough dialogue, not proofread

i kind of hate this. sorry :(

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the pittsburgh pirates were absolutely killing it. so, robby wasn't exactly sure what was up your ass for the first three innings of the game. they were barely halfway done with the game, and the pirate had already stolen a base.

robby was sitting beside you, arm wrapped around the back of your hard plastic seat. his hand would occasionally rest at the nape of your neck and massage the base of your skull. little things to silently thank you for coming to the game with him--even though it wasn't your cup of tea.

maybe it was the heat, or the fact that you were starving--but you didn't want to get up, so obviously, you were waiting for robby to read your mind and offer to get food--you were in a mood. the game was boring, no matter how many tiktoks (or even robby) explained the game the game to you, it was boring. it wasn't that you were trying to kill the vibe. you weren't. you were annoyed by all the loud cheering in your ears and the way everyone would constantly stand up to get a better view.

not you, though. your butt was planted in that seat.

it was starting to annoy robby. half of the fun of a baseball game, was fan participation. every time he'd sit back down after cheering, he'd exhale long and roughly, then put his hand on your thigh and squeezed in a way that told you he was frustrated.

now, robby was a patient man at times. he rarely let you piss him off. something about your attitude today was absolutely killing him.

his breaking point came when you crossed your arms when the pirates made a homerun. after he celebrated, high-fiving surrounding pirates fans with a canned beer in hand, he sat back down and gently gripped the back of your neck to tilt your head slightly toward him. just enough to whisper in your ear.

"you need to fix that attitude. if you don't, i'm buying two tickets to another game myself--and spanking your ass so raw beforehand that you can't sit in your seat for any nine of the innings. understand?" he tilts his head to catch your eyes, eyebrows raised. after your sheepish nod, he exhales and nods with you. "good. now, c'mon. let's get you a fucking hotdog."

[earthhtoness]

robby gets baseball tickets gifted to him and takes the (usually) lovely reader

content °❀.࿔ 18+, mention of impact play, brat taming, probably too much description and not enough dialogue, not proofread

i kind of hate this. sorry :(

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the pittsburgh pirates were absolutely killing it. so, robby wasn't exactly sure what was up your ass for the first three innings of the game. they were barely halfway done with the game, and the pirate had already stolen a base.

robby was sitting beside you, arm wrapped around the back of your hard plastic seat. his hand would occasionally rest at the nape of your neck and massage the base of your skull. little things to silently thank you for coming to the game with him--even though it wasn't your cup of tea.

maybe it was the heat, or the fact that you were starving--but you didn't want to get up, so obviously, you were waiting for robby to read your mind and offer to get food--you were in a mood. the game was boring, no matter how many tiktoks (or even robby) explained the game the game to you, it was boring. it wasn't that you were trying to kill the vibe. you weren't. you were annoyed by all the loud cheering in your ears and the way everyone would constantly stand up to get a better view.

not you, though. your butt was planted in that seat.

it was starting to annoy robby. half of the fun of a baseball game, was fan participation. every time he'd sit back down after cheering, he'd exhale long and roughly, then put his hand on your thigh and squeezed in a way that told you he was frustrated.

now, robby was a patient man at times. he rarely let you piss him off. something about your attitude today was absolutely killing him.

his breaking point came when you crossed your arms when the pirates made a homerun. after he celebrated, high-fiving surrounding pirates fans with a canned beer in hand, he sat back down and gently gripped the back of your neck to tilt your head slightly toward him. just enough to whisper in your ear.

"you need to fix that attitude. if you don't, i'm buying two tickets to another game myself--and spanking your ass so raw beforehand that you can't sit in your seat for any nine of the innings. understand?" he tilts his head to catch your eyes, eyebrows raised. after your sheepish nod, he exhales and nods with you. "good. now, c'mon. let's get you a fucking hotdog."

[starboymuse]

blushing over being called a silver fox!!!!!

[earthhtoness]

reader who's absolutely wired from drinking so much coffee towards the end of her shift + robby who tries to help her go to sleep by any means necessary

content °❀.࿔ 18+, gn!reader, daddy kink, kind of degradation/dumbification idk, almost no dialogue my bad, not proofread

also i've never written/posted anything like this before so... ok.

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you just can't seem to relax. no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many deep breaths robby coaxed you through. your body couldn't seem to try to unwind after the day you've had.

robby tried everthing. feeding you, getting you in a hot bath, combing your hair. nothing but absolute spa treatment for his best resident and best girl. but none of it seemed to work.

somehow, you convinced him that the best way to put you to sleep was rocking you to bed, and obviously, the best way to do that was by fucking you right to sleep... right?

he was pressed behind you, the coarse hair of his tummy tickling the arch of your back as rutted into you. he was flushed, not just underneath the salt and pepper beard on his face, but down to his chest too. he was flustered, mostly by the way you just couldn't seem to let him in.

every time he managed to get the mushroom head just past your tight entrance, he'd slip right out. you were absolutely wound up.

he breathed long and hard against your neck as you squirmed desperately against him--being a whiny, little thing that didn't seem to want to slow down for anything.

"god, sweetheart. you need to relax. don't even know what you're doing to me, hm? gotta breathe, let me in. keep pushing me out," he grumbles lowly as he gently pushes you onto your stomach.

he readjusts to straddle the back of your thighs, one hand massaging your hip and the other kneading the nape of your neck. "so wound up, you just need daddy to take care of you, yeah? but i can't do my job if you don't help me out like a good little thing."

when you finally manage to relax, albeit still trying to desperately wiggle your hips toward him, he slides in with a long exhale, "yeah. just like that. there we go."

[earthhtoness]

reader who's absolutely wired from drinking so much coffee towards the end of her shift + robby who tries to help her go to sleep by any means necessary

content °❀.࿔ 18+, gn!reader, daddy kink, kind of degradation/dumbification idk, almost no dialogue my bad, not proofread

also i've never written/posted anything like this before so... ok.

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you just can't seem to relax. no matter how hard you tried, no matter how many deep breaths robby coaxed you through. your body couldn't seem to try to unwind after the day you've had.

robby tried everthing. feeding you, getting you in a hot bath, combing your hair. nothing but absolute spa treatment for his best resident and best girl. but none of it seemed to work.

somehow, you convinced him that the best way to put you to sleep was rocking you to bed, and obviously, the best way to do that was by fucking you right to sleep... right?

he was pressed behind you, the coarse hair of his tummy tickling the arch of your back as rutted into you. he was flushed, not just underneath the salt and pepper beard on his face, but down to his chest too. he was flustered, mostly by the way you just couldn't seem to let him in.

every time he managed to get the mushroom head just past your tight entrance, he'd slip right out. you were absolutely wound up.

he breathed long and hard against your neck as you squirmed desperately against him--being a whiny, little thing that didn't seem to want to slow down for anything.

"god, sweetheart. you need to relax. don't even know what you're doing to me, hm? gotta breathe, let me in. keep pushing me out," he grumbles lowly as he gently pushes you onto your stomach.

he readjusts to straddle the back of your thighs, one hand massaging your hip and the other kneading the nape of your neck. "so wound up, you just need daddy to take care of you, yeah? but i can't do my job if you don't help me out like a good little thing."

when you finally manage to relax, albeit still trying to desperately wiggle your hips toward him, he slides in with a long exhale, "yeah. just like that. there we go."

[robinavitchslut]

i’m dropping to my knees and the suspenders are staying ON

need something to hold on to when i ride that dick 😌

[earthhtoness]

that part fr

[dollyonduty]

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.

[earthhtoness]

FAWK YEAH

[robinavitchslut]

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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