so many people hating trinity santos and her “terrible bedside manner”, yet if i was in the pitt and she came in to check me over, i’d make myself sicker to let her look after me for longer
Just had to say I love your writing so much. Call me the miller's daughter the way I'd sell my firstborn for the chance of reading your works.
With every new variant of pervy Robby you write about, I feel like unlocking a new character in Subway Surfers and also just finding out new stuff about myself. subby!stepdad!Robby awakened something in me fr.
After finishing reading that work I could envision him with a pair of panties in his mouth, drowning out his moans, the piece of cloth being placed there by the reader who decided to play with him for a bit while her mom is busy downstairs. Maybe some edging, slapping his dick and/or face, watching him shiver at the touch. Once his mouth is empty he begs to come and specifically inside, ready to sell his soul if that was the price for his sweet release. And she agrees, but not before snapping a picture of him in that state.
i’m cryingggg thank u so much!! that’s the funniest and sweetest thing i’ve ever read 😭😭
stepdad!robby is a pathetic little mess (f!reader)
(subby!robby)
“god, you’re so pathetic” you bite, your phone recording in one hand, the other wrapped around his cock stroking him lazily.
robby mumbles something incoherent, muffled by the panties you stuffed in his mouth to keep his whining down—with your mom being downstairs you couldn’t take any chances, also he looked fucking hot.
“look at you, leaking all over my hand. i’m barely even touching you and you’re already a mess, you like this huh? like it when i make you my little bitch?” you sneer, panning the camera down to show your hand pumping his cock, capturing the pre non-stop dripping from his tip down your hand before panning back up to his face. his eyes glazed over, tears threatening to fall—you’d been edging him for a good hour now, robby’s hips struggled to stay still as you worked his overly sensitive cock.
all robby could manage was a muffled “mhmm”, saliva spilling from the corners of his mouth where he couldn’t quite close it around the intrusion.
“god, bet you’re just dying to cum aren’t you? is that what you want? want me to let you cum?”
robby nods furiously, his hips bucking wildly against your hand.
“you know you have to ask if you want to cum” you raise an eyebrow at him.
he tries to speak but it comes out all garbled and unintelligible. you smirk at him, holding your hand up to your ear as if you were trying to hear what he could barely say.
“sorry, didn’t quite catch that. guess you don’t want to cum then?” you let go of his cock, letting it fall against his stomach with a heavy, wet thud. robby’s eyes plead with you, all big and wide with his eyebrows turned up in the middle.
he’s frantically trying to beg with the panties stuffed in his mouth, you’re dripping at the display—seeing him so desperate and out of control really did a number on you.
you lean over him and take the panties from his mouth, holding the soaked material in your hand as robby pants for a moment, taking in the air he couldn’t get before.
“p-please, hmff, please can i cum? need it” he begs through gasps, his cock twitching against his stomach, still dripping from his flushed red tip.
“hmmmm…” you pretend to consider it. you were always going to let him cum, you’re not that mean, just had to make him beg.
“please! i’ll do anything, i’ve been so good. i want to cum inside your sweet cunt so bad, pleaseee sweetheart” his tone is so whiny, so desperate that you have basically no choice but to give into his pleas.
“hmm, fine, i suppose you have been good” you relent. he’s on you in no time at all, scrambling to pull down your panties and pushing you down on the bed, knocking the phone out of your hand onto the floor.
he lines himself up at your dripping entrance and pushes himself in, shuddering as he feels your warmth surround him finally.
in about 3 pumps he’s done, you shove the panties back into his mouth to muffle his loud groaning, he’s fucking you furiously as he spills himself inside of you, filling you up with an hours worth of pent up cum.
you reach down to the floor to pick up your phone again, capturing his fucked out expression as he rides out his high, his hands gripping your hips tight enough to surely leave marks.
“that was so fast, you really needed that huh? what do you say to me?” you stroke the side of his face, he leans into your touch.
“th-fuck, t-thank yo-u” he spits out the panties and drops his head against your chest, his stomach heaving against yours as he catches his breath.
you end the recording and save it to the folder you labelled ‘in case of emergencies’—a little collection of evidence you’re saving for a rainy day.
puuuuurrr, ily subby!stepdad!robby you’re very very dear to me!!
also we double posting today!! yippeee
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thinking about jackie helping to heal you <333 he notices you need positive reinforcement from an authority figure and makes sure you're taken care of during a shift. he gives you little cuddles when no one else is around and strokes the back of your head whilst telling you hes got you and you did so good today <333 i need him so bad im gonna combust
oh my gosh you read my mindddd today <3
oh to be coddled by jack abbot and have stolen moments in the ED where he pats your head and tries to meet your eye-line when you're anxious! peering down at you in the softest, most paternal voice "you feelin okay? 's a lot isn't it?" and he's only ever that soft with youuuu.
he's almost sprinting by where you're sat at the nurses annex, whistling at you as he trudges by "you drink water today, kid? don't go passin out on me, take a sip. for me, huh?" pointing at your bottle as he heads into trauma 1 to help a case
or, or, or you're in the break room for a quick breather and he comes up behind you with a hand on the small of your back as he comes to the front of you. "c'mere" pulling you in for the warmest, comfiest cuddle. swaying back and forth a bit as he breathes in the scent of your perfume & hair, it's so relaxing to be held safely in his arms. nothing bad can ever happen there, nothing bad can ever happen with jack's eyes on you. you're both sure of it.
little do you know that jack's soothing himself too. eyes closing for a second as he presses your chest to his, your arms tucked up between you as he bear hugs you. he feels like he can breathe a little easier knowing you're pressed to him, where nothing and no one could ever take you away. <3
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