wait SO sorry but to circle back to ur anal!frank hypothesis...
thinking abt his fucking feet hooking around your thighs to force them open, one hand pressing between your shoulder blades, other in the back of your hair, muffling your grunts and groans and whimpers into the mattress when you get too loud, just rocking in even harder. "this is good for daddy, right? just like we talked about," as he pulls you away from the mattress by the hair to kiss and lick your pretty tears off your sticky cheeks with patronizing coos. he guides your hands back to spread your own ass for him - gripping your fingers harder when you don't immediately comply. "c'mon pretty, open up, now, there you go, you got it," while he pants, floppy hair over his eyes as he fights every urge to cum right there </33
WAITTTT 🤚🤚🤚🤚 making u hold yourself open :((( n your skin is already slick from being worked over so many times and also your cum and his sweat so you keep slipping n he tsks his tongue, "c'mon baby I know you can do better," kissing ur spine lickin' the back of your neck, "hold yourself open, puppy, show me this pretty hole, hm?" n you're just nodding mindlessly babbling into the sheets, "m'trying, daddy, promise, promise." "know you are, honey." cooing and nodding w you "show me you can do it." nghhh
hello queen!!!!!! im so glad you're back, I hope you're well rested now!!!!!! I know rn you're obsessed with the pitt (and so am I), but i was just wondering whether you still write for the marauders. I love your poly!marauders work sm!!! ok bai love u
hi babbeeeeeeee i sort of do? but i also haven’t read or written for them in a bittt
18+ MDNI thinking about robby x reader x dennis where dennis is the well behaved sub and you're the brat intent on corrupting him :(
you're not allowed to fuck if robby's not around, you both know this, but you always find a way to corner him on the couch or the bedroom, soft tits pressed against his chest while u pout and kiss his face, twirling his hair and humping him like a dog in heat, all "please, denny." whimpering n batting your lashes at him. "just the tip, he'll never know, promise."
and he's a stammering mess because he hates disobeying robby but he's also just a man, and you're so pretty with your pouty lips and pleading eyes so he always ends up letting you. it starts off as just humping - u ride him without letting him inside you, just his cock all slippery and shiny from precum and your slick sliding through your pussy lips, tip kissing at your little clit with every grind of your hips.
eventually, when he's almost entirely fucked out u use his distraction to angle your hips just right so his tip slides just past the tight ring of muscles of your entrance. he groans, whimpers, grabs hard at the fat of your hips and tries to still you, to push you off but you're returning the same whimpers and mewls into his mouth. a mix of spit and kissing and licking into each others mouth while you slide down onto his cock inch by inch.
by the time robby gets home he's met with two fully fucked out puppies on his bed. it's hard to tell where you end and dennis begins, your limbs are all pretzeled together, tear stained cheeks and shivering naked bodies. he might need to think of a better way to get his rules across :(
it’s actually sooooo significant to me that after inviting mel out the first thing trinity says when mel tells her she’s usually with becca is “so bring her”
mom’s bf!robby with knuckles turning white around his beer because you keep giggling at jack’s jokes and leaning over his shoulder to refill his iced tea and calling him “mr. abbot” :(
idk kinda obsessed with the idea of meeting abbott at the bar and being the last ones there before closing.
like maybe you started out decently spaced apart at first, but then slowly started gravitating towards each other the longer the night went on, and now you're sitting on top of the bar and he's standing between your thighs, telling the corniest jokes just to hear your cute little laugh...
teehee u always remind me how fun small font is
the bar had been half empty when the night began, with patrons lingering around the antique pool tables around around the bar on the far right corner of the bar. he was there, when you walked through the door, alone, shoelace dangling beside the metal footplate of his stool, eyes on dark bottle in hand.
you looked away - nervous of possible detection - and found your seat at the opposite end of the bar. by the time you'd finished your first drink, the bartender fumbled a glass and spilled vodka over the bar in front of you. you bumped over a seat, closer in the man's direction, accepting apologies and a complementary drink in the bartender's apology.
a couple drifted in halfway through your third drink, and asked for your seat, and you bumped over another stool. you found yourself staring at the painting behind the bar, the art dusty in appearance, using any excuse to catch glimpses of the salt-and-pepper of his jaw and the cord of his biceps, hoping he wouldn't notice your obvious glances through your periphery.
by your fourth drink, the crowd had further dwindled. your bladder stung, your leg shaking against the foot rest. the man bottle thunked against the table. that was the first time you had heard any sound from him, and then he cleared his throat, checking his watch. you looked away again.
then you got your fifth, paid out your tab, and pocketed your cash. it was a lot quieter than you remembered it being, although it had been four hours, and most people weren't here at 1 am on a thursday. you got up, needing to pee, eyes locked on the door behind the stranger's head.
instead, you pointed out the fray of his shoelace - the plastic bit on the end had, at one point, fallen off, leaving a dirt-spackled unwoven mess of a shoelace, half of it's loop trapped underneath his boot. "you're gonna trip on that y'know," your straw was still trapped between your molars as your eyebrows danced up to your hairline.
his eyes flicked in your direction, and he paused for a moment before he let out a huff of amused air through his nose, shaking his head. "you'd think i'd remember, with it just being the one," his voice was rough, likely coarse from the several beers he'd been nursing at night. he swiveled in his spot, grabbing a handful of his pant leg and revealing the prosthetic.
your face immediately paints in warmth, waves of embarrassment crashing down until even your ears feel as though they've been lit on fire. "oh-" and then you caught his expression, this giddy look of delight that you had fallen - hook, line and sinker - for his wit. "-oh, you're an ass!" and you laughed, putting your cup down beside his bottle.
the bartender pretended to clean for a little while, and jack - you eventually learned - paid off his tab when you finally flitted off for your bathroom visit.
but that was an hour ago, and now you're seated in the corner booth, one of his arms banded around your back with your thighs draped over his. his hand rests on one, thumb swiping in tune with the low bass of the old grunge band still thrumming through the speakers. "okay, okay, serious question - we learned this in med school, back when we still had to learn some animal biology. you'll never guess what it's called." he fibs, thumb tapping twice at a freckle on your thigh. "what do.. you call a pony with a sore throat?"
his head lolls back against the booth as he blinks up at you, eyes glazed over, pupils slightly blown as he licks over his lips, raising his brows as he waits for you to answer. ".. dunno. sick?" your eyebrows furrow, confused, and his shoulders shake with laughter. "how the hell am i supposed to know that?"
he squeezes at your thigh, thumb dipping between your crossed legs, and you jump, but he only tightens his grip. ".. a little hoarse, sweetheart," he murmurs, giving your arm a tight squeeze from where he can reach around your back, laughing all over again as you fall back against his chest, amusingly irritated that you fell for another stupid joke again.
i’ve been plagued with the thought of dp with rabbot and i have no one to tell so and now i’m convinced robby’s the one who wants you crying and jacks the one who licks your tears away and it just won’t leave my brain
YES!!! robby purposefully goes just a little too fast so that the tears gathering in your waterline spill over </33 and he groans and nips at your earlobe and neck and jack coos and presses his lips to your cheeks to kiss away the moisture <33 Shh, baby, you’re alright. Daddy’s gotcha, no more tears.”
++ you crying to jack about getting a B- on a test or some shit and robby’s off to the side watching him comfort you… he’s just staring at your flushed cheeks and wobbly lip, your sad eyes and wet lashes, hearing the little tremble in your voice… he reaches down to adjust his pants and clears his throat and tunes back in when you softly say “do you think so, robby?” and then he realizes you’re looking at him and he has no idea why. he scratches his beard, looking caught. “Well….”
and jack shoots him a look and rolls his eyes and says “Jesus christ, man. Just go to the bedroom, I’ve got her.”
NO STFU RN I LoVE u n this fucking tidbit about him getting off on ur tears regardless of the context makes me fEERRALLL. god i missed your fucking brain so fucking much this is much this is my WILLLLL!!!!
and you don't even understand what jack is talking about :((( what, is he making fun of you, why's he gotta go to the bedroom? and robby guffaws with laughter at the absurdity of the downright stupid look on your face, with your shiny n tack cheeks and frowny pout, matched with a whine of indignation, and his dick just gets harderrrrrr
that scene were jack is like yeah i've got it with my eyes closed... but i won't maybe with one eye ;) i'm literally ovulating!!!!!! getting a little of his sarcastic humor out like i'm wet sorry. i literally want to eat him - 🍓
HE WAS SOOOOOOOOOO SEXY THERE I NEED HIM BADDDDDDDD he’s def so cocky about how well he knows all your sensitive spots and how easily he can get you all worked up <33 you guys are all wrapped up in each other in bed and he’s fingering you at a kinda weird angle and you’re like “is this okay?” and he’ll shoot you a grin and say “sweetheart, I could make you cum blindfolded with a hand tied behind my back.”
UGH and he says it with his eyes closed too, like on the brink of sleep but his fingers never falter. his breath is all hot at your temple, and you're all squirmy, but the arm he has bracketed underneath you is not budging one inch. he tuts against your temple, and he huffs an amused breath out of his nose when your movement twists at his wrist, but he simply just readjusts, and gets right back to it. "y'good now?," he then opens his eyes, but only to peel back and plant a kiss against your hairline :'))))
I think that we can say "Baran Al-Hashimi is a very competent professional" and "Having absent seizures during work at an ER can be dangerous to her and her patients" at the same time, but you all are so full of anger with Robby that you can't comprehend that lol
okay what vibe are we running with with the pitt </3 gilly got me onto like a dad!bf robby bro!bf langdon and close family friend!jack kinda sitch n they're so fucking taunty with her i wanna rip my hair out
robby isn't really my cup of tea but yes to both of the others. obsessed with langdon rn tho so i'm gonna focus on bfb!langdon for thisfbjhfb + took creative liberty bc i be forgetting what i'm even writing about sometimes
in my depiction of bfb!langdon, i wanna imagine that him and your brother met in medical school and did a few rotations together before matching at different hospitals for their residencies. they stayed in contact after, and sometimes your family invites him over for dinner. he's always treated you like a younger sister — despite not being that much younger than him — but sometimes he'll say something a little suggestive, and you're left questioning if he's starting to see you as more of an equal, or if that's just his way of teasing you.
i can see the two of you cleaning up together while everyone else gathers in the living room. you're making small talk while washing the dishes, and he's leaning against the kitchen counter drying them off, listening intently as you ramble off about your new big girl job.
"and how's that going?" he asks, raising a curious brow. "you like it there?" he tries to pass the question off nonchalantly, but you can hear the concern poorly disguised in his tone. you know what he really means to say is, why are you wasting your time there?
"yeah, i like it enough. the people are nice, the pay is good, but..." you trail off, soapy hands coming to a stop.
"but?" he queries.
"it's not challenging me in the way i expected it..." you finish.
frank opens his mouth to speak, then closes it. he knows what he wants to say but ponders over the way to phrase it, ultimately deciding to just say it.
"your potential is being wasted there. i don't understand why you won't just go to med school," he starts, taking a breath before continuing, "you're obviously being under-stimulated, so just go for it."
you stop washing the dishes completely, and he thinks he's overstepped. something in him compels him to keep talking, even though he probably shouldn't. "i mean, you're smart, you're young —you're fucking amazing. the world is short of people like you, the healthcare system would be better for it."
turning to him, you repeat his words. "'fucking amazing', huh?" you tease, tilting your head. he blinks a few times, then nervously shifts his body away, fiddling with the dish towel in his hand.
"y-yeah, you're pretty cool, i guess," he says, "you're stubborn, and an idiot sometimes, but you don't give yourself enough credit." then he raises an arm and pokes your forehead with a finger. your eyes flit up to his finger, and you grab it jokingly to pull it down, but don't make an effort to let go.
encouraged by his praises, you feel the sudden urge to do something bold, and your heart begins to beat a little faster at the thought of it blowing up in your face. hesitantly, you drop his hand, and notice as his eyes flit down at the loss of contact.
"i'll consider med school..." you say, back leaning against the sink. "on one condition."
his brows knit together, and he folds his arms cooly, ears perking up for whatever this condition entails. "what?"
"you take me out on a date. that's the condition."
frank thinks he's imagined it, that his mind has somehow pieced together this specific set of words, and realized all of his wildest fantasies — about you. his best friend's kid sister. well, an exaggeration, but the premise remained.
"you're not serious, right?"
"very, actually." you say matter-of-factly. "if i recall, you said i was 'fucking amazing' remember? i know you like me, and the feeling's mutual. so let's stop dancing around it."
"jesus, you're..." he breathes, steadying himself on the kitchen counter. "you're gonna get me in trouble, y'know that?"
I’m picturing Frank and Robby edging you for HOURS until they finally let you orgasm…but first you have to call Jack and ask permission
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18+ mdni
it goes on literally all day... you wake up horny and robby rubs your clit through your sleepshorts but then just gets up and leaves for work with a "behave yourself while I'm gone" as casual as ever :/// and it's frank's day off but robby made sure to clue him in, so frank teases you all day with a messy kitchen make-out when he comes home all sweaty from his run in the morning... full-on dry humping while you guys watch tv... but it all leads nowhere and he laughs at your frustration every time
then once robby's home they both work you up 3 times and you're practically vibrating with need, all hot and balmy and whimpery and totally brainless :((( robby taunts "you wanna cum, sweetheart? think you've earned it?" and when you nod and sob please daddy he pulls out his phone and opens facetime "let's see what jack thinks"
robby pans the camera over your teary face and down your body to your sticky swollen pussy and you can hear jack groan over the line. robby gives a couple mean smacks to your pussy that make such a lewd sound. you hear jack say, “Shit, man, what'd you do to the poor thing." and robby chuckles </33
and frank grabs your face and directs "look at the camera, pretty girl. Ask Mr. Abbot for what you want."-- and robby adds a low "Nicely."
"Please, Mr. Abbot," you sound so needy and so gone and jack has to give himself a squeeze so he doesn't bust right there "please can I cum? I've been such a good girl, waited all day"
"All day?" His voice is thick with arousal, more gruff and low than you're used to. Talks so sweet as if he isn't purposefully dragging this out. "Babygirl, you must be hurting"
"Mr. Abbot" you repeat, somehow even more desperate "please"
jack grins even wider through the screen and robby's face mirrors it. "Course you can come, honey. Go on, man, let your best girl have it."
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