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Thinking of abbot saying he’s gonna take you to his truck and punish you after ignoring his call : sassy!abbot x brat!reader
18+ mdni | CW : reader calls Jack sliver fox • sassy!abbot is on board guys he’s ready to put brat reader in her place…
a notes : Please show me a good time I just need him at this point .. yes we are all aware that he does own a truck he just prefer to walk most days .. my little leap into smut for you guys first time.
Sorry if this is bad
“We’ve been a bad girl, haven’t we?” abbot says, as he walks past you ..
You smile a little and nod and follow after him , but he wants an answer. “You know,” he says, “I should take you to my truck right now,” he adds, his voice low. “And deal with you for ignoring my call.”
“Oh,” you say softly, “did you not see the chaos you just walked into?” you add, trying to plead your innocence. He just shakes his head. “Sweetheart, that’s never stopped you before, for anything…”
“Silver fox, my sweet boy,” you say. “If you’re gonna keep threatening me with a good time, maybe follow through with it, got it?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear.
“Otherwise, we’ve got work to do.” You say as you lift a brow.
Thinking of abbot saying he’s gonna take you to his truck and punish you after ignoring his call : sassy!abbot x brat!reader
18+ mdni | CW : reader calls Jack sliver fox • sassy!abbot is on board guys he’s ready to put brat reader in her place…
a notes : Please show me a good time I just need him at this point .. yes we are all aware that he does own a truck he just prefer to walk most days .. my little leap into smut for you guys first time.
Sorry if this is bad
“We’ve been a bad girl, haven’t we?” abbot says, as he walks past you ..
You smile a little and nod and follow after him , but he wants an answer. “You know,” he says, “I should take you to my truck right now,” he adds, his voice low. “And deal with you for ignoring my call.”
“Oh,” you say softly, “did you not see the chaos you just walked into?” you add, trying to plead your innocence. He just shakes his head. “Sweetheart, that’s never stopped you before, for anything…”
“Silver fox, my sweet boy,” you say. “If you’re gonna keep threatening me with a good time, maybe follow through with it, got it?” You lean closer to him so only he can hear.
“Otherwise, we’ve got work to do.” You say as you lift a brow.
Thinking about : feeling embarrassed after Robby finds out you want abbot
18 mdni | CW : you though you were gossiping with Dana turns out she was on the phone • embarrassing moment • Small thought blurb
Sry if this is bad …
“I want him,” you sighed, looking down at the chart in your hands. You didn’t even look up when you heard footsteps coming toward the nurses’ station. “Who we talking about?”
The voice beside you made you glance up. Robby was standing next to you, coffee in hand. A soft laugh left you. “Didn’t think you were the kind to listen to gossip.”
“I’m not,” he said. You raised an eyebrow. “Then why are you listening to my conversations?”
“I wasn’t he says as he sighed.” You looked over at Dana, still on the phone talking with someone, you’d thought she’d been the one listening, she wasn’t really paying attention to either of you.
That’s when it hit you. Robby heard you. “Oh my God.”
A grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “So?”
You glanced up just in time to see Abbot walking through the doors . “It’s Abbot,” you admitted feeling embarrassed, because now Robby knows your secret . Robby followed your gaze and let out a knowing hum.
“ well , he says let’s get back to it shell we … ”
you sigh, scrolling on your phone. it wasn’t anything special. if anything, it was sad. it was of sad puppies—to keep you from orgasming. “feel good yet?” robby whines out with glossy eyes, his cock straining against his boxers begging to be released. you flick your attention down to him.
“was i moaning? no. try harder,” you bite out, focusing back on your phone, “fucking pathetic.” you bite your lip to stop a moan from coming out as robby whimpers against your clit. you stare intensely at your phone, the sad puppies pulling at your heartstrings.
you yelp unexpectedly as robby bites on your clit lightly. you look down at him and see him rutting against the bed. you scowl, reaching down and threading your fingers through his hair before yanking his head up. “you can’t do anything right. lay down on the bed, im sitting on your face to make sure you don’t do anything you aren’t supposed to be doing.”
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After he did something wrong I imagine him crawling towards Reader, starting to kissing her feet all the way up to her thighs, and finally trying to rub his face all over her pussy.
but reader is really mad at him :( so she shove him away.
Robby wants her so bad , reader calls him a pathetic dog.
the way i fell to my knees when i read this 🤤 anon, how dare u come to my account and have better ideas than me 😭
subby!stepdad!robby begs for forgiveness (f!reader)
you woke up in the middle of the night to strange noises coming through the thin wall that separates your room from your mom and robby’s room. it takes you a minute to register what it is.
it’s moaning. specifically the familiar sound robby makes when he’s close to climax.
you sit up straight putting your ear to the wall and a smirk flickers on your face when you think you’ve caught him jerking off in the middle of the night, something you’ll get to tease him about later. but then you hear another noise, another voice.
it’s your mom.
nausea washes over you immediately and you throw a pillow over your face to try and muffle the sickening sounds. you can’t fall back to sleep and the longer it goes on nausea makes way for anger.
when you go downstairs in the morning your mom has already left for work, robby is sat at the kitchen table reading something on his phone. wordlessly, you grab the orange juice from the fridge and grab a glass before making yourself some toast.
“morning, sweetheart.” robby smiles at you but you ignore him, giving him a glare before taking your breakfast up to your room.
confused, robby follows after you asking you what’s wrong but you stay silent, closing the door in his face when you reach your room.
he knocks on it a couple of times before letting himself in.
“did i say you could come in?” you don’t even turn to him, your voice laced with venom as you take a bite of your toast.
robby sighs, “no.”
“then get out.”
robby sits on the edge of your bed, “what’s wrong?”
“nothing”
robby exhales an exasperated sigh, “sure. have i done something?”
“no.”
robby frowns, he knows you’re lying so he slides off the edge of the bed onto the floor. you turn to him then and watch as he gets on his hands and knees and crawls the short distance to you, where he settles on his knees by your feet.
“what are you doing? stop that.” you roll your eyes and scoot your chair away from him but he grabs your foot and begins kissing along the side of it up your leg.
“i’m sorry.” he looks up at you with pleading eyes as he kisses up your leg to the inside of your thigh where he tries to nuzzle his face in your pussy over your shorts but you push his head back.
“you don’t even know what you’re sorry for.”
robby frowns again, his bottom lip thrown out and eyebrows turned up in the middle, “tell me, i’ll make it better, i promise.”
“i heard you, you know.” you fold your arms across your chest, he leans forward to place a kiss over your shorts but you push him back with your foot.
“heard what?”
“last night, heard you and mom through the wall.”
robby closes his eyes and drops his dead down to the floor, “i’m sorry, i had to. i didn’t want to do it, i promise.”
you laugh, “you had to? come on, do you think i’m stupid?”
“no, baby, of course not. i would never think that.” he’s looking up at you again with genuine hurt in his eyes that you’d say something like that.
“sure. you just had to have sex with her, did you?” you roll your eyes, kicking him back softly every time he tries to reach for you.
“yes, she was complaining that we never have sex anymore and that she felt like i didn’t love her. i could tell she was going to leave me, and if she leaves me that means i’ll have to move out and there’ll be no more this. no more us. and i couldn’t have that, couldn’t bear to be away from you so i had sex with her so she wouldn’t divorce me. i didn’t want to. i hated every second of it but i did it for you, for us, sweetheart.” robby explains, his eyes glassy as he searches your features for any sign that you believe him.
“didn’t sound like you hated it to me.”
robby sighs, smoothing his hand over your thigh, you don’t push him away this time, “i did, i promise. she’s nothing like you, nowhere near as good as you, doesn’t even compare to you, baby.”
your lip quirks up with a smirk, “keep going.”
and he does, robby goes on for a good 5 minutes about how amazing you are. how you’re the best he’s ever had. how much he loves you. how much he needs you. how he couldn’t stand to be away from you. how he imagined he was fucking you the whole time.
eventually you stop pushing him back and let him touch you. you let him kiss up your thigh, let his lips meet the soft fabric of your pajama shorts, let him pull them aside and place gentle kisses against the outside of your pussy.
“please forgive me, i’m so sorry. it won’t happen again, i promise. i’ll let her leave me, i’ll move out, you can move in with me and we can be together. i want that so bad, want to be yours.”
you think for a second, a long second that has robby’s heart thumping in his chest as he waits for your verdict.
“okay, i forgive you.”
robby’s face lights up.
“but…”
it drops again.
“you have a lot of making up to do” you raise an eyebrow at him and nod your head to where his face rests between your legs. he understands immediately and nods before getting to work spreading your folds with one hand before eating your pussy like his life depends on it. it does.
“look at you, on your hands and knees for me like some pathetic little dog.” robby’s cock throbs at your words and he reaches his hand down to relieve some of the pressure.
“ah. ah. did i say you could touch yourself?” you knock his hand away with your foot.
he shakes his head, his tongue still exploring your wet cunt, licking and sucking on every inch. you grind the ball of your foot hard against the rigid outline in his pajama pants and he whimpers at the feeling, moaning right into your core.
“what do you say?”
“i’m sorry.” it comes out muffled and barely discernible with his face pressed right up against your glistening skin.
you press your foot down harder, “i’m sorry!” robby yelps, pulling away for only a second to take in the satisfied smirk on your face.
“good boy.”
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thinking about : secretly!in a relationship with robby
Paining : Robinavitch Michael x f!reader ( attending )
18+ mdni | CW: (blurb) 0.6 Wc turns out it’s not a secret • love having the group discussion come up together with reader • Gloria is mentioned
dvs by @strangergraphics
you’re seeing him, aren’t you? Trinity asked you… I mean, you don’t even see it, do you? he brought you your favorite coffee this morning like he has every morning for the past few weeks, he waits for you in the parking lot when your shift ends just so the two of you can walk home together, and to top it all off she looks at you—really looks at you—he even pulls you off cases you were on, puts you near him just so he can be close to you.
Someone keeping tabs on me? you murmur, coffee lifted halfway to your lips, you can smell the French vanilla , as you take a slow sip.
“It’s not like that,” Trinity says quickly. “I’m just curious.”
“More like observing,” you reply, eyes flicking over the rim of your cup before you look at her.
to be honest, you say, I don’t know what we are… he doesn’t do the whole relationship thing, you add softly…
abbot comes slides his bag under the desk. “who doesn’t do relationships?” robby? trinity says before you can say anything. “oh—i’m not touching that one,” he says. “why are we talking about it anyways?” abbot asks.
she looks at you, then looks at abbot. “they’re together.”
abbot looks at you. “really, kid?”
let’s get back to work, Gloria says as she comes up, already in motion. “where’s Robby?” she asks, eyes landing on Dana. “trauma two,” Dana answers without looking up.
“this can’t be good,” Abbot mutters under his breath. “great,” you say, barely above a whisper. “what?” Trin turns toward you. “he’ll be crabby the rest of shift,” Dana says, like it’s obvious—and she knows exactly what you mean.