꒰ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ꒱

˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿. 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 & 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ♡

[robinavitchslut]

My dream is getting a Quinn’s audio with Noah Wyle

he has such a nice voice, he would be perfect

i would actually give up my first born child to hear a noah erotic audio…that tik tok sound that they took from robby’s season 1 breakdown that they’ve looped to make it sound like moaning already has me on my kneeeees 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

[petalpureeflower]

men will never understand what it feels like to watch Godfather as a woman

[inmyvampireempire]

I love tumblr because somehow I can end up being mutuals with a celebrity (someone that wrote a fic that I loved)

[dafaaaq]

marriage is scary, what if he’s not Michael Corleone in Sicily with the bruise and his black suit bringing me a gold necklace???????????

[roryslaces]

[satanicfranic]

nobody speak a WORD to me right now

[petalpureeflower]

ohhhhh something is purring

[gabbyyxoxoo]

[barnesdreamcatcher]

No matter what I do

michael robinavitch x f!reader

summary: you try to give robby hell for making you feel unimportant all night, but he has his own ideas how to make you forgive him.

cw: mean!dom!robby vibes, he eats it nasty from the back, um, kinda forced but everything’s cool consent wise :P (this is fiction!!!! be better irl), a bit of pain kink, edging, aftercare (yay)

wc: 1.7k

a/n: michael EATER robinavitch. but he is such an asshole in this (and in general. I still love him tho) hayden, I know you won’t, but please, I need this song to be officially added to spotify

now playing: Tongue (unreleased) – Ethel Cain

And I, I, I, I think I wanted you dead

Fell as an angel just to please, no matter where you want it

Fightin' my way up to your tongue so I can die up on it

And show you what it really means to need somebody 

Beyond their body 

You’d slap Robby across the face for his stupid smirk if he weren’t pinning you to the bed, his strong arms holding your flailing ones.

“I said I was sorry,” he murmured softly. 

And yeah, he had apologised a few times now. But no apology was going to fix the fact that he ditched you at some medical gala to smoke cigars on the roof with Jack. You had wandered around the grand room, standing awkwardly in the dress Robby had paid for, your makeup and hair done just for him.  He had wanted arm candy, and you had put in the effort to be just that, only to lose the fight for his affection to his friend and a few cigars. 

On the ride home, you had given him the cold shoulder and frowned out the window. The words “I’m sorry” had echoed through the car at least five times before he gave up. 

But the second the door had closed behind you, he had swooped you up and carried you to the bedroom.

His lips attacked your neck, pressing kisses to your heated skin between soft apologies. 

“Robby,” you complained, twisting away from him as best as you could with him sprawled on top of you. “I mean it. Get off.”

He shook his head and pressed his nose to your collarbone. 

“I gotta apologise to my girl,” he mumbled. 

“I don’t wanna hear it,” you hissed. 

He ignored your aggravated tone and caught your chin between his thumb and pointer finger, forcing you to meet his eyes. 

“Shh, baby, hold still.”

As he kissed your neck again, you felt him grind his hard cock into your core. 

“Robby—fuck,” you gasped, struggling against him. “Get the fuck off of me!”

“Mhm,” he mumbled. Before you could complain again, he bit you. Fucking bit you. Like a feral dog, he sank his teeth into the tender flesh of your neck, leaving behind an impressive mark that reddened with every passing second.  It wasn’t deep enough to draw blood, but a pained hiss fell from your lips nonetheless.

“Ow! What the fuck? Robby!? I said get off of me.”

You felt his stupid smirk when he pressed his lips against the tender spot, soothing it with his tongue. 

“Listen to me,” he whispered.  Those brown eyes, deep and dark like melted chocolate, peered up at you.  “I’m really sorry, baby. Let me make it up to you. You just have to hold still.”

“I already said—” 

You didn’t finish your sentence. You couldn’t. 

Robby’s hands slid from your waist to your sides, digging into the soft tissue hard enough to leave bruises. With one quick movement, he had you flipped onto your belly. He hiked up your hips, then slid his hands up your thighs. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned.

Goosebumps erupted across your skin as his fingers caught the hem of your skirt and shoved it upwards. The fabric bunched around your waist, leaving you exposed in nothing but a thin strap of black lace. 

“So beautiful,” Robby mumbled. “Now—let me make it up to you.” 

He leaned forward and kissed the small of your back, right above the waistband of your panties.

“I don’t want—” 

The words got stuck in your throat when his fingers brushed over your barely covered cunt, causing you to gasp. 

“What don’t you want, hm?” Robby asked, “Tell me, angel.”

His palm smoothed over your ass cheek, kneading the flesh.

“Robby—” you tried to get a proper sentence out, but his hand felt so good that you almost forgot why you were mad. “Stop…”

“Stop what?” he teased. “This?”

The pad of his thumb rubbed over the gusset of your panties. He chuckled deeply as he felt your arousal seeping right through the lace. “Why should I stop? You’re so fucking wet.”

You couldn’t lie—not when your body betrayed you like that. 

“I’m still angry,” you murmured. 

“And I’ll make it up to you,” Robby repeated. 

His other hand pressed in between your shoulder blades, forcing you forward until you were face down, ass up. He slid down your panties and pushed your knees apart with his own, then captured your wrists. He held them in place on the small of your back. 

With your face in the pillows, your already dwindling protests were muffled. 

“Easy, angel,” Robby mumbled when he leaned down and kissed one of your ass cheeks, then the other. “I got you.”

The first thing you felt was his beard. It scratched the sensitive skin on your thighs deliciously when he swiped through your folds with the tip of his tongue. 

“Fuck,” you squealed, rocking towards him instinctively.

Your mobility was pretty fucking limited with him holding you in place practically everywhere, but with his tongue in your cunt, you were literal putty under him. 

“That’s it,” Robby praised, “Let me make you feel good.”

He circled your clit, his spit mixing with your arousal.

A breathless moan spilled from your lips, making Robby chuckle against your skin. You felt the vibration travel up through your core, the pleasure feeling like liquid heat at the base of your spine. 

“Robby, oh- god!”

He lapped at you shamelessly, palming your ass cheeks and spreading you further apart. When his tongue dipped into your clenching hole, you tried to free your arms, just to find some kind of purchase. But Robby’s grip was relentless, and you had no other choice but to take what he gave. 

“Where are you going, angel?” Robby mumbled huskily. 

You managed to twist your head far enough to look back at him, earning one hell of a view. 

His pupils were blown wide with pure lust. Your arousal shimmered in his beard, sticking to the brown streaked with salt and pepper.

You were more out of breath than he was. 

“Robby, goddammit-“ you began, but he was quick to shut you up. 

His lips enclosed around your clit, sucking hard. Your entire body twitched in response, your legs almost giving out under you.  When he flattened his tongue against your button, his name fell from your lips in a moan loud enough to make neighbors complain. 

Robby held you in place as he continued to drown himself in your wetness, but he didn’t let you cum. Not yet.  Every time you got close, he pulled away just long enough for the coil in your tummy to loosen again.

“Robby, please,” you whined, “What are you doing? Please let me cum.”

“Do you forgive me?” he asked. 

You shook your head as best as you could, trying to catch his eyes. 

“Well, then you’re not cumming,” he declared. 

“No, Robby, that’s—that’s not fair. Please. I’m the one who’s mad at you.”

He shook his head, then dipped his head down again. His tongue circled your clit again, kissing and lapping at you, not letting a single drop of your wetness go to waste. But when you got close to sweet release again, he stopped. Pulled away. You whined like a child, trying to push yourself closer to him. 

“Uh-uh,” Robby mumbled. “You know what you gotta say.”

Tears welled up in your eyes—ones born from frustration.

You tried to stay strong, you really did. But Robby knew just how to break you. You couldn’t recall how many times he let the idea of an orgasm dangle over you before stopping completely, but it was pitch black outside when you finally gave in. Your legs were quivering, and your throat felt raw. 

“I forgive you,” you whimpered, “Please, Robby, I forgive you. Now let me cum.”

Robby chuckled and kissed the inside of your thigh, causing you to gasp. 

“Thank you, baby,” he mumbled. 

Then his lips moved again—he sucked on your engorged clit rhythmically, making you cry out. You were wound so tight that pleasure and pain bled into each other.  Robby held you, the only thing keeping you up at this point. He kissed and licked and lapped until you were seeing stars. Heat spread through you from your lower tummy to the tips of your fingers.

“Fuck- oh, fuck, Robby,” you cried. 

When you finally came, every single muscle in your body trembled. Robby guided you through your orgasm, his tongue playing with your clit until he had drawn out every aftershock. 

Only when you were more twitching than breathing did he release you. 

As soon as he let go of your wrists, you sank fully into the mattress, your chest heaving. 

Robby’s hand, now light as a feather, caressed your thigh tenderly. 

“You okay, baby?” he whispered. 

You nodded weakly, staying face down. 

Robby accepted your silence and busied himself: he went to the kitchen. 

“Got you something to drink, angel,” he mumbled when he returned. He placed the water on your bedside table, then sat down by your side.

He didn’t force you up yet but simply stroked your back, his touch tender. 

Once your breathing had evened out again, he asked, “Can you sit up for me, sweet girl? You need to drink something.”

You did as you were told and straightened up a little with his help. He brought the water up to your lips, watching as you took tiny sips. 

“Okay?” he questioned softly. 

You nodded, your eyes focused on his. 

“Words, please,” he reminded you. 

You took a deep breath to steady yourself, then mumbled, “I’m good.”

A small smile made the skin around his eyes crinkle.  “Good,” he answered and leaned forward to kiss your forehead. “I really am sorry, you know?” 

“I know,” you mumbled. “You’re still an asshole. Next time, just ask Jack to be your plus one instead of me if you’re not gonna talk to me anyway.”

He chuckled lightly and shook his head. 

“I wanted you there. I just… forgot the time, cause, as you said, I’m an asshole. But I’ll do better. Promise.” He brushed a thumb across your cheek. “I know it looked like I didn’t care that you were there. But that’s not what happened. Sometimes, I just miss the good thing that’s right in front of me.”

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[petalpureeflower]

how could I forget, happy birthday to my fav dilf

[eternalabbot]

TEXTS…

husband!robby x reader

18+ minors do not interact

warnings: female reader, slight age gap, reader is 30ish

a/n: 2/5 fics for 1k drop! enjoy babies!

[themanwhooncedweltinavault]

[headoverharrington]

how i feel reading smut in the morning like it’s the newspaper

[robinavitchslut]

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

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

[petalpureeflower]

Robby Robinavitch finally dating, but his girlfriends a hypochondriac

It starts with something simple, a complain.

"Robby..."

You whine, your hand coming up to massage your temple. His head is in a book hes reading. Glasses perched low on his nose. He looks up, quirking a brow as if to ask "yes?". And he notices you massaging your temple, he can guess.

"I have a headache."

You complain. He places his book to the side before approaching you. He holds his finger out.

"Follow my finger."

He states, and you do. Your pupils are normal in the light from what he can see and your able to follow his finger. He shrugs.

"Have you drunk enough water?"

His eyes search yours. And judging by the way your expression turns sheepish he already knows the answer.

"Your dehydrated."

He states it like its the weather before going back to his book. And you just huff. Going to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

And then it happens again. Your reassurance for things so tiny.

"Robby, ive got a pain in my back."

You murmur while making dinner at one point. He leaves the vegetables he was chopping to approach you from behind. Feeling around your back. When he presses against the area in the middle of your lower back you wince.

"When was your last cycle?"

He asks, his rumbling voice right by your ear as he focuses.

"Two weeks ago, if anything I'm ovulating."

You answer. He hums in thought before pressing down again and earning another wince.

"You've probably pulled something, did you pick something heavy up recently?"

And when you nod, he huffs out a laugh.

"Then your fine, sweetheart."

But this time made his curiosity grow. You'd gone to the bathroom and then he hears you approach. This time he's getting ready for work. Your always up early with him. He pulls on his scrub pants, and you look genuinely worried. He stops in his tracks to approach you. Cupping your cheek and tilting your face up. His eyes search yours. And its a miracle he doesnt laugh at your words, or even smile.

"Im peeing green."

He blinks. As if trying to process it and not laugh. He'd dealt with patients with the most mortifying stories and treated them without even cracking a smile. But this almost breaks him. Yet the genuine worry in your eyes makes him pause.

"Have you taken any vitamins? Eaten anything with food dye in it perhaps?"

He asks softly, now sensing your worry. You shake your head softly before remembering something.

"Oh! I take a multivitamin. Ive had this before but its just so random."

The concern in your eyes makes his chest clench before, only in his scrub pants he leaves you there before striding to the kitchen and looking for your vitamins. While hes rummaging, he asks another question.

"Theres no burning? No pain, you feel fine?"

He asks. You stand at the doorway of the bedroom. Watching him. Another shake of your head.

"Thats why its so weird, I feel fine."

He finally finds your vitamins, reading the labels. Sure enough. There it is. Vitamin B2. Riboflavin. He actually smiles now. Holding up the bottle of vitamins like hes won a prize.

"Riboflavin, a famous vitamin that can make people's pee green."

He says it with such a proud smile that you laugh and feel the anxiety in your chest ease.

"Your kidding?"

You ask, now embarrassed at how anxious you were about something so..miniscule. He shakes his head with a grin wide enough to make his crows feet wrinkle.

"Nope, your digestive system might have just digested it differently this time. Disposing of the vitamin and making you well...pee green."

He tosses the bottle onto the side before approaching you once more. Leaning down to nuzzle his nose against yours. A fond glimmer in his eyes.

"My little hypochondriac."

He whispers softly, a small giggle slipping past your lips.

"Dont I annoy you with the constant worry about my health, all the questions?"

You ask. A hint of insecurity creeping into your expression. But he just appears genuinely amused.

"No, your like flashcards. Always keeping my medical knowledge on its toes."

Its a fond answer, one filled with warmth and love as he places a gentle kiss to your lips.

"Want me to check your heartbeat next, although that might be a little elevated from the panic?"

He teases and you playfully bat his arm. Scoffing at him.

"Hey, it might be a tiny problem to you. But to me? Im dying."

Theres a look in his eyes of something softer, but then far more amused.

"Good thing your boyfriends a doctor then, hm?"

He kisses your temple before leaving you in the doorway and heading back to where his scrub top lays. Pulling it over his head. Unable to tease you a little further. And you could swear your as red as a tomato.

"You want a pelvic exam while we're at it? The usual checkup too just to cover all bases?"

You cant tell whether hes being serious or not. But you'd be lying if the thought of him going into doctor mode to check you, examine you, doesnt make your thighs clench. But you just look..flustered. And perhaps take a mental note of actually doing that at some point.

[joelscure]

the thought of him going to play guitar after ellie yells at him makes me so maternal

[misspossexxive]

your older boyfriend jack teaches you how to suck him off...

you could feel your jaw getting wet from the saliva that was lazily trickling down your chin, and slowly coating your fingers that were wrapped around the thick shaft of jack’s cock. your tongue massaged his tip, while your tear-filled, doe eyes watched his reactions, unknowingly forcing jack to physically restrain himself from thrusting his hips upward, repeating to himself like a mantra that this was your first time, and that he had to do everything he could not to scare you away.

but how could he have resisted when you tested him so much?

your face was the very image of sin—sin wrapped in sweet innocence, which you radiated from head to toe, giving him the impression that what he was letting you do was wrong, immoral. yet how could he say no to you when you were so eager to learn, so eager to please him?

his hand found its place on your flushed cheek. his thumb caressed your soft skin, giving you a sense of praise, when in reality it was a sick urge to feel his cock filling your sweet mouth.

“take your time, okay?” he hoarsely whispered, his voice vibrating through your body, leaving your nerves on edge and trembling “you’re doing so good for me, sweetheart. daddy’s proud of you.”

that singular compliment had an embarrassingly quick effect on you; your thighs clenched, a quiet, muffled moan escaped your throat, and your gaze filled with a need that was impossible to miss.

although you were still unsure of what you were doing, you took him deeper into your mouth, choking almost immediately, but you stubbornly kept going, even as your jaw grew sore and your eyes began to water. yet you didn’t stop, wanting—no, needing—to hear once more how good you were for jack.

and he knew just how hard you were pushing yourself, how desperately you were trying to please him, and that’s why the only thing that came out of his mouth were groans of pleasure, which only served to fuel a fire that was already burning inside you.

after all, he was your teacher—how could he not appreciate your effort?

[petalpureeflower]

I wish all the weight I gained would go to my boobs