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I mostly just write for The Pitt, I will take requests for 911 and 911 lone star, star wars, Chicago fire and med(not PD) and any marvel characters but my main is The Pitt.

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[stereosonicanimatronic]

ryland grace is aroace. however he is also stratt’s dead wife, rocky’s red string of fate starcrossed soulmate, & intensely violently homosexual for mark “simon iron lung” iplier. all things are true & all things can coexist. peace & love on planet erid

[blueumbriel]

Choose your fighter looking ahhh

[donniesdorm]

bloodymary unlocked

[baransdollie]

helloou im being anon bcs im abit shy haha..

can i req any fauxcest pisskink jack abbout mayhaps.. i love ur writing sm :)

Haiii baby !! I love this req so much oh my god 😵‍💫

⤷ cw : fauxcest , pisskink , mean Jackie :((

Imagine Dadbf!jack making sure you stay hydrated!!He'll fill up your water bottle constantly when it's close to being empty. You don't think much of it after all dad knows best, right? It's not until later in the day, when you're sitting in Jack's lap, that you start to feel that pressure building up in your bladder. You're uncomfortably squirming in his lap when he grabs your hips to still you.

"D-Dad, I gotta pee." You miss the way his lips pull up into a small smirk, his hand rests on top of your bladder, where he applies slight pressure. "W-what are you doin' dad?" You let out a small whimper, tears gathering in your eyes.

"Shh baby, know you can hold it for Dad." He's applying more pressure to ur bladder nd you genuinely can't hold it anymore, but you don't wanna disappoint Jack, so you suck it up.

"Please, ah ah I can't please need to go dad." You hold onto his big arm tears falling down your face, he leans down to your ear, "then go doll" you really didn't want to let go on his lap but you couldn't help as you whimper louder and let go.

"What a messy little girl you are."

Tags : @mast3rbait3r @mytearsricochetm @damoclesdarling @graciedollie

[bayouette]

I have a folder called Time is a Flat Circle in which I collect evidence of humanity. Here is most of them.

[aqueerkettleofish]

Okayokayokayokaybut "My hand will wear out but the inscription will remain" is kind of a power line BEFORE you factor in that it is, in fact, over a thousand years old.

[totallynotagentphilcoulson]

Me, every time I see this multigenerational handprint mural from Cueva de Los Manos:

[jone-slugger]

[motherofcatsandmess]

[vampyshlut]

you storm into the house, robby on your heel. it was 10:26 PM. he just had to stay around PTMC to help with the night shift, fucking bullshit. “‘m sorry!” he whines. you pay no attention to him as you take off your shoes, strip your scrub top and bottoms before throwing on an old t-shirt of robby’s. he does the same, but putting on some shorts over his boxers before heading to the bathroom. you glare at his back and reach your hand up to the back of his neck.

“you don’t deserve to go to the bathroom.” you seethe, your nails digging into his neck. he lets out a pained whine but makes no advances to continue to the bathroom. he turns around, and heads into the living room. you watch as he walks out. you go to follow him but you’re mind catches on something in your bedside table. you open the bottom drawer, revealing handcuffs. you grab them and head to the living room.

robby has the tv on and is on his phone. you walk past him and into the kitchen, you open the fridge and grab out three water bottles—all for robby. you opt for a glass of red wine. you walk into the living room, not saying anything but just looking at him. he looks up from his phone and groans. “down,” you command and he sinks to the ground. you walk up to him, throwing the bottles on him. “drink them.” you tell him, sitting yourself behind him on the couch—careful not to spill your wine. he doesn’t say anything but cracks open the first bottle and starts drinking it.

you don’t tell him anything as you cuff your ankle to his hand, he looks up at you confused. “so you don’t run off to the bathroom without permission, you dummy.” he meekly nods and continues drinking the water.

thirty minutes later and all the bottles of water are gone, you’ve been nursing your glass of wine for the same amount of time. robby has abandoned his phone to focus on not peeing himself, the rapid influx of fluid making it hit him sooner than expected. his eyes have unshed tears in his eyes, he was in pain.

“please—i need to go,” he whines, his nonhandcuffed hand holding his cock to stop any leaks. “fuck- please!” he whimpers out, a few tears dropping and coating his cheeks. you jut out your lip in a faux pout with fake sympathy.

“aww, you can hold it a little longer baby. let mommy finish her wine.” you say, wiping some tears off his cheeks which only causes more to come out. he starts thinking about literally anything else to get his mind off of his full bladder, squeezing his cock to the point it hurts. you tsk at him and grab his other hand, making him hold your now empty wine glass.

he cries, as a dribble of pee comes out of his tip. he looks up at you, you’re all blurry from the amount of tears in his eyes, “bathroom? please, i need it!” he groans as he humps your leg to get some sort of pressure on his cock. you ignore him as you watch the tv, the newest episode of love island loading on the screen.

he whines again and again, leaking little by little while rutting against you. “i can’t hold it anymore!” he warns, full on sobbing at your feet.

you roll your eyes, “fine, you can go.” you tell him as you reach to undo the handcuffs before his shorts become instantly soaked with pee. he whimpers in embarrassment but the relief was too good. he kept humping your leg while relieving himself.

“ah! fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck,” he mumbles out as he starts spurting cum as well, he was in complete euphoria. and his shorts were so soiled that he’d have to throw them out.

you moan at the scene in front of you, it almost felt like you peed yourself as well with how wet you were. “‘m sorry!” he cries out, tears still coming out in embarrassment.

“cmon, baby. let’s go clean you up. and then i’ll punish you for cumming without asking.” you whisper in his ear and he lets out a pained groan.

@robinavitchslut 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

[pedritomosquito]

Daddy!Robby making you cum so many times that you’re just a soaked, crying, drooling mess. He’s fucking you into the mattress and you’re so far gone, you call him Dada instead of Daddy.

“Good girl, taking me so fucking well.”

“Mmm…Dada—isso good—”

He nearly cums on the spot, choking on a groan and a dark laugh.

“I’m fucking you so good you can’t even use your big girl words? Huh?”

You just nod dumbly, eyes unfocused, head lolling with each of his thrusts.

“I know, baby, I know.”

Your thighs start to twitch, clawing at his back, whining and writhing.

“You gonna cum for me again, baby? That’s it, I’ve got you—cum for dada.”

You sob, your pussy pulsing and spasming around him.

“Good girl, fuck—gonna fill you up—oh fuck—” his hips stuttered, slamming into you, a deep groan vibrating against your ear as he shoots strings of cum deep inside you.

You don’t even notice him pulling out or taking you into his arms.

“Shhh, I got you,” he whispers into your hair. “You’re okay, Dada’s got you. Deep breath.”

You realize you’re still crying, your own whimpers echoing in your ears. You follow his direction, taking a deep breath and blowing it out slow.

“There you go. Good girl. Dada’s good girl.”

[shakedownstreet73]

Tom Mason is so delicious 🤤

[robbyology]

apple juice

robby x f!reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: NASTY. dark-ish mean!robby, piss kink, piss drinking, kinda rough blowjob, dirty talk, semi public oral ?the roof), breathplay, mentions of holding/bladder control, power imbalance, resident x attending

for real, this is icky. <3

The problem is that you meet Robby at a bad time—at his worst time. He’s the worst version of himself after PittFest, drowning and in denial about it.

He’s still a damn good doctor, still does his job the way only he can, but he’s mean. So much meaner than before.

You transfer into the pitt as a second year resident not long after the MCI, and from the very beginning, you’re awe-struck, amazed and smitten and really fucking bad at hiding it, so everyone sort of knows, including Robby.

He should’ve nipped it in the bud as soon as he caught on, but he didn’t. How could he? You’re the only fucking person who doesn’t look at him like he’s broken. You see his competency—his effort—and it means so much to him, but he’s so drunk off the gratification that all he wants is more of it.

It’s like—it’s like he has power over you, more than he has as a boss, and considering the way he often feels completely powerless, well…

He takes advantage. Robby takes and takes and takes, wonders how much you’re willing to give. What are you willing to do for him? What are you willing to let him do to you?

The first fuck was after you’d both gotten tipsy at the nearby bar. You were giddy with excitement, looking at him with stars in your eyes until you couldn’t keep them open any longer, Robby’s cock leaving you a drooling mess.

The first risky fuck was on the clock, on the roof, Robby pissed about a patient and you happy to help him relax. You’d been nervous at first—as you should’ve been—but he made sure to distract you from all your worries with three fingers buried in your cunt and his teeth in your shoulder. You’d walked around for the rest of the day in a bit of a daze, not making any mistakes but bumping into things and slow to answer questions.

That same night, Robby made you ride his cock while he quizzed you on trauma procedures, slapping your tits when you took too long to respond, teasing cruelly, “you still wanna be a doctor, or did I fuck you too dumb?”

He makes you cry, makes you beg, makes you moan his name, and Robby loves all of it. Every second. You hand over that control he so desperately craves, lets him get high off of it—get off on it—and, it obviously makes you hot too, the way you keep coming back to him. The way you keep cumming for him.

It’s a particularly fucked day, emergency after emergency, too many fires for one man to put out, Gloria breathing down his neck, and Robby snaps when he tries to piss for the third time only for you to skip up to him and ask a question.

“Jesus fucking Christ, fuck this,” he growls, doesn’t even check to see if anyone is watching as he hauls you out of the pitt and into the elevator.

“What—”

“Shut up,” he huffs, doing it for you as he crushes his lips against yours in a harsh kiss.

Hands on your hips, Robby grinds into you, making the pressure in his bladder even worse as the elevator climbs.

“Mm, Robby, the—the patients—” you try to argue, though you don’t push him away.

“They can wait for five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” you snort, “when have you ever cum that fast?”

Robby hums, smiling in spite of the horrors of the day, then lowers his mouth to your ear and hushes, “I don’t need to fuck,” catches your earlobe between his canines for a moment before, “I need to piss.”

This is when he expects to be shoved away, to be told to fuck off, that he’s sick in the head. You haven’t talked about anything like this before, and now is definitely not the time to try for the first time, but holy shit, he’s close to leaking into his pants and—

And, your eyelids are heavy. Your pupils are blown. Fuck, he watches you lick your lips.

“Here?” you ask, like a short pant, and now Robby is gonna have to fight against his hard-on if he wants relief.

He draws you in close again, a groan trapped in his throat as he presses his aching dick against you, mouth dry when he answers, “the roof. Can’t make a mess in here.”

Your hand snakes down his chest, his belly, pressing the heel of your palm into the space over his bladder, and Robby makes a punched-out noise before grabbing your wrist and reiterating, “the roof,” because if you pull that shit again, he will absolutely piss right here, right now.

The doors open, and you walk ahead of him to the staircase that grants roof access, eager as you shove the door open.

Robby chuckles, already has a hand at his belt as he swings you around against the little rooftop structure so that your back is to the wall.

“As much as I want to, you know I can’t just piss all over your scrubs,” he tells you, a thumb against your lower lip, pressing in as if to emphasize what he’s trying to say.

You nod, eyes foggy, your face warm where he’s touching it. Feverish.

Robby isn’t sure he’s ever seen you this desperate. How long have you wanted this?

“You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is all gravel as he muses, replacing his thumb with his middle finger then using it to fuck your mouth, watches the way your eyes fill with tears when he triggers your gag reflex.

He adds his ring finger, makes sure that your mouth is sloppy and your throat is open before pushing down on your shoulders to guide you to your knees.

What he’s about to do is fucking depraved, and Robby knows that, but if he’s terrible for wanting to do it, then he doesn’t know what that makes you for wanting to take it.

Robby hisses spit back from his teeth as he draws himself from his pants, half hard and heavy, twitching when he presses his cockhead to your lips.

You open your mouth, intent to suck him in, but Robby stops you with a short, “ah, ah, ah,” reminds you, “can’t be hard for this. Give me a second.”

Shutting his eyes, Robby breathes, wills away the arousal you’ve worked him up into, focusing on the stretched, burning sensation of his lower abdomen, and when he feels the dam start to give—

“Okay, now, now, baby,” said in a rush as he shoves your head forward, sliding his soft dick into the wet, open hole, and releasing.

Robby is still sizable when flaccid, still fills your mouth, still triggers your gag reflex, still pushes past it so that his tip dips into your throat.

You jerk beneath him at whatever sensations you must be feeling, airway partially obstructed as liquid shoots down your throat.

No matter how much you seemed to want it, the body’s instinct is still to jerk away—self-preservation and all—but Robby really would prefer to not make a mess all over your scrubs, sort of hard to explain you getting drenched in piss while on your break.

Plus, now that he’s felt what it’s like for his cock to be wrapped up, all warm and snug as he pisses, he really doesn’t want to fucking stop.

So, with both hands on the back of your head, he keeps you in place, offers a weak, “pinch me if you need,” that he mostly means, though he follows it up with a much more genuine, “fuck, this feels so good, baby, you’re so fucking good to me.”

Your shoulders shake, but you aren’t fighting his grip, just whining and swallowing dutifully. Robby moves one of his hands to brush fingers over your throat as it bobs, moans as he presses against the bulge he feels there but lets up when you splutter around him.

“Sh, sh, gotta take it all. No messes, remember?”

Robby chances a glance down at you, finds you staring up at him with watery eyes and a full mouth, your nails digging into his thighs as you gulp down the steady stream of piss.

His piss. Fuck, he’s really doing this. You’re letting him do this. It makes him feel deranged, makes him feel like a monster, makes him feel—

“If I knew you wanted this so bad, I would’ve turned you into my little urinal a long time ago,” he huffs on a disbelieving laugh.

He feels the vibration of a wanton noise, watches your eyes roll in pleasure, and surprises you and himself when he gives you gentle slap on the cheek and commands, “eyes on me, sweetheart. Want you to look at me while you drink my piss.”

This time the vibration is faster, a noise that would be higher pitched had Robby been able to hear it.

No matter how hard you try to keep up, his stream is fast and heavy, leaving a few dribbles to escape the corners of your mouth. Robby is quick to catch them before they can drip down your neck, though he vows to himself that one day soon, he’ll fucking drench you, preferably when you’re not at work (god dammit, the two of you are at work. You’re doing this on the clock. There are patients down here, and he’s got you on the roof drinking his piss, fuck, fuck).

Robby has had to hold it for hours, so much built up that he’s finally able to let out, and by the time the stream slows to a trickle, he knows you must be feeling bloated. You just drank a lot in a pretty short amount of time.

He pulls out so that just his tip remains, makes sure you clean him off, not surprised when you start suckling at his head, wrapping your hand around his shaft to pump him to full hardness.

“Shit.”

Planting a hand on the wall behind you, Robby cants his hips forward again, back and forth, slow at first, until he gets caught up in what the two of you just did, and suddenly he’s fucking into your throat like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

Rough and relentless, he makes sure to protect the back of your skull, refusing to let it slam into the wall behind you as he face fucks you, mumbling nothing but filth as his orgasm quickly builds.

“So ready to take whatever I give you, aren’t you, honey? Just wanna be on your knees for me all the time.”

Jesus Christ, you really are so good. Pliant and willing, still staring at him like he’s some kind of god even after he defiled you the way he just did.

“You like it?” he keeps going, thighs starting to twitch the closer he gets, “s’it feel good, knowing your tummy’s full of my piss?”

The way you sob around his cock doesn’t look or sound distressed. No, it’s pure desperation, no doubt about it as you shove a hand down the front of your scrub pants.

“Dirty fucking girl,” Robby laughs, pressing his hips even further forward until there’s no way you can breathe anymore.

He stills right there, full body shaking with the orgasm he’s so close to, but he can wait just a little longer. He can play just one more game.

Reaching down, Robby carefully pinches your nose where it’s shoved against his pelvis, nearly hidden in his wiry hair, and for the first time all day, you actually look a little panicked.

“Cum, and I’ll let you breathe again.”

It’s dangerous. Breathplay as a whole is fucking irresponsible.

But, Robby feels very irresponsible right now, and it’s not like he doesn’t know the warning signs.

He also knows you’re into it, a point proven by the way your eyes start rolling again, fingers working furiously on your clit judging by the way your hips starting jerking erratically.

He takes it all in, keeps pinching, grunts at the sensation of your throat spasming, begging for air, and once he sees your body start to lock up in preparation for your orgasm, Robby releases you and pulls out, watches you take a ragged breath just in time for you to hit your peak and cum harder than he’s ever seen.

Before you can alert all of fucking Pittsburgh of what the two of you are up to, Robby slides his cock back into your open mouth, cutting off your cries, and all it takes is a few long thrusts for him to spill down your throat, a new ingredient to the little cocktail he’s left inside of you.

Absolutely fucking disgusting.

And, dangerously intoxicating.

Robby helps you back to your feet, steadies you when you sway, and stares at you in genuine concern as he asks, “you okay?”

You blink a few times before nodding, still dazed and leaning into Robby’s palm when he wipes the tears from your face.

“Come on, let’s get back downstairs. I’ll find you some apple juice.” Something from the stash of trauma snacks, the shit everyone takes from when a mood and/or blood-sugar crash is imminent.

“Maybe later,” you laugh lightly, look down at yourself and run a hand over your stomach. “Don’t think I can fit anything else in me right now.”

It makes Robby swear under his breath. If his refractory period wasn’t what it is, his dick would definitely be twitching back to life.

Doesn’t mean he can’t still have fun, though.

“Okay, then you better hold everything you’ve already got.”

Your mouth drops open, a cute, dumb expression. “You want… Wait, Robby. You just—that was so much,” you whine, “I already feel like I need to pee!”

Smirking, Robby covers your hand with his, presses gently against your stomach.

“I held it for as long as I did. I think you can make it ‘til six.”

It’s only two more hours, after all.

divs by @/saradika-graphics

[robbyology]

apple juice

robby x f!reader

wc: 2.4k

warnings: NASTY. dark-ish mean!robby, piss kink, piss drinking, kinda rough blowjob, dirty talk, semi public oral ?the roof), breathplay, mentions of holding/bladder control, power imbalance, resident x attending

for real, this is icky. <3

The problem is that you meet Robby at a bad time—at his worst time. He’s the worst version of himself after PittFest, drowning and in denial about it.

He’s still a damn good doctor, still does his job the way only he can, but he’s mean. So much meaner than before.

You transfer into the pitt as a second year resident not long after the MCI, and from the very beginning, you’re awe-struck, amazed and smitten and really fucking bad at hiding it, so everyone sort of knows, including Robby.

He should’ve nipped it in the bud as soon as he caught on, but he didn’t. How could he? You’re the only fucking person who doesn’t look at him like he’s broken. You see his competency—his effort—and it means so much to him, but he’s so drunk off the gratification that all he wants is more of it.

It’s like—it’s like he has power over you, more than he has as a boss, and considering the way he often feels completely powerless, well…

He takes advantage. Robby takes and takes and takes, wonders how much you’re willing to give. What are you willing to do for him? What are you willing to let him do to you?

The first fuck was after you’d both gotten tipsy at the nearby bar. You were giddy with excitement, looking at him with stars in your eyes until you couldn’t keep them open any longer, Robby’s cock leaving you a drooling mess.

The first risky fuck was on the clock, on the roof, Robby pissed about a patient and you happy to help him relax. You’d been nervous at first—as you should’ve been—but he made sure to distract you from all your worries with three fingers buried in your cunt and his teeth in your shoulder. You’d walked around for the rest of the day in a bit of a daze, not making any mistakes but bumping into things and slow to answer questions.

That same night, Robby made you ride his cock while he quizzed you on trauma procedures, slapping your tits when you took too long to respond, teasing cruelly, “you still wanna be a doctor, or did I fuck you too dumb?”

He makes you cry, makes you beg, makes you moan his name, and Robby loves all of it. Every second. You hand over that control he so desperately craves, lets him get high off of it—get off on it—and, it obviously makes you hot too, the way you keep coming back to him. The way you keep cumming for him.

It’s a particularly fucked day, emergency after emergency, too many fires for one man to put out, Gloria breathing down his neck, and Robby snaps when he tries to piss for the third time only for you to skip up to him and ask a question.

“Jesus fucking Christ, fuck this,” he growls, doesn’t even check to see if anyone is watching as he hauls you out of the pitt and into the elevator.

“What—”

“Shut up,” he huffs, doing it for you as he crushes his lips against yours in a harsh kiss.

Hands on your hips, Robby grinds into you, making the pressure in his bladder even worse as the elevator climbs.

“Mm, Robby, the—the patients—” you try to argue, though you don’t push him away.

“They can wait for five minutes.”

“Five minutes?” you snort, “when have you ever cum that fast?”

Robby hums, smiling in spite of the horrors of the day, then lowers his mouth to your ear and hushes, “I don’t need to fuck,” catches your earlobe between his canines for a moment before, “I need to piss.”

This is when he expects to be shoved away, to be told to fuck off, that he’s sick in the head. You haven’t talked about anything like this before, and now is definitely not the time to try for the first time, but holy shit, he’s close to leaking into his pants and—

And, your eyelids are heavy. Your pupils are blown. Fuck, he watches you lick your lips.

“Here?” you ask, like a short pant, and now Robby is gonna have to fight against his hard-on if he wants relief.

He draws you in close again, a groan trapped in his throat as he presses his aching dick against you, mouth dry when he answers, “the roof. Can’t make a mess in here.”

Your hand snakes down his chest, his belly, pressing the heel of your palm into the space over his bladder, and Robby makes a punched-out noise before grabbing your wrist and reiterating, “the roof,” because if you pull that shit again, he will absolutely piss right here, right now.

The doors open, and you walk ahead of him to the staircase that grants roof access, eager as you shove the door open.

Robby chuckles, already has a hand at his belt as he swings you around against the little rooftop structure so that your back is to the wall.

“As much as I want to, you know I can’t just piss all over your scrubs,” he tells you, a thumb against your lower lip, pressing in as if to emphasize what he’s trying to say.

You nod, eyes foggy, your face warm where he’s touching it. Feverish.

Robby isn’t sure he’s ever seen you this desperate. How long have you wanted this?

“You really would do anything for me, wouldn’t you?” His voice is all gravel as he muses, replacing his thumb with his middle finger then using it to fuck your mouth, watches the way your eyes fill with tears when he triggers your gag reflex.

He adds his ring finger, makes sure that your mouth is sloppy and your throat is open before pushing down on your shoulders to guide you to your knees.

What he’s about to do is fucking depraved, and Robby knows that, but if he’s terrible for wanting to do it, then he doesn’t know what that makes you for wanting to take it.

Robby hisses spit back from his teeth as he draws himself from his pants, half hard and heavy, twitching when he presses his cockhead to your lips.

You open your mouth, intent to suck him in, but Robby stops you with a short, “ah, ah, ah,” reminds you, “can’t be hard for this. Give me a second.”

Shutting his eyes, Robby breathes, wills away the arousal you’ve worked him up into, focusing on the stretched, burning sensation of his lower abdomen, and when he feels the dam start to give—

“Okay, now, now, baby,” said in a rush as he shoves your head forward, sliding his soft dick into the wet, open hole, and releasing.

Robby is still sizable when flaccid, still fills your mouth, still triggers your gag reflex, still pushes past it so that his tip dips into your throat.

You jerk beneath him at whatever sensations you must be feeling, airway partially obstructed as liquid shoots down your throat.

No matter how much you seemed to want it, the body’s instinct is still to jerk away—self-preservation and all—but Robby really would prefer to not make a mess all over your scrubs, sort of hard to explain you getting drenched in piss while on your break.

Plus, now that he’s felt what it’s like for his cock to be wrapped up, all warm and snug as he pisses, he really doesn’t want to fucking stop.

So, with both hands on the back of your head, he keeps you in place, offers a weak, “pinch me if you need,” that he mostly means, though he follows it up with a much more genuine, “fuck, this feels so good, baby, you’re so fucking good to me.”

Your shoulders shake, but you aren’t fighting his grip, just whining and swallowing dutifully. Robby moves one of his hands to brush fingers over your throat as it bobs, moans as he presses against the bulge he feels there but lets up when you splutter around him.

“Sh, sh, gotta take it all. No messes, remember?”

Robby chances a glance down at you, finds you staring up at him with watery eyes and a full mouth, your nails digging into his thighs as you gulp down the steady stream of piss.

His piss. Fuck, he’s really doing this. You’re letting him do this. It makes him feel deranged, makes him feel like a monster, makes him feel—

“If I knew you wanted this so bad, I would’ve turned you into my little urinal a long time ago,” he huffs on a disbelieving laugh.

He feels the vibration of a wanton noise, watches your eyes roll in pleasure, and surprises you and himself when he gives you gentle slap on the cheek and commands, “eyes on me, sweetheart. Want you to look at me while you drink my piss.”

This time the vibration is faster, a noise that would be higher pitched had Robby been able to hear it.

No matter how hard you try to keep up, his stream is fast and heavy, leaving a few dribbles to escape the corners of your mouth. Robby is quick to catch them before they can drip down your neck, though he vows to himself that one day soon, he’ll fucking drench you, preferably when you’re not at work (god dammit, the two of you are at work. You’re doing this on the clock. There are patients down here, and he’s got you on the roof drinking his piss, fuck, fuck).

Robby has had to hold it for hours, so much built up that he’s finally able to let out, and by the time the stream slows to a trickle, he knows you must be feeling bloated. You just drank a lot in a pretty short amount of time.

He pulls out so that just his tip remains, makes sure you clean him off, not surprised when you start suckling at his head, wrapping your hand around his shaft to pump him to full hardness.

“Shit.”

Planting a hand on the wall behind you, Robby cants his hips forward again, back and forth, slow at first, until he gets caught up in what the two of you just did, and suddenly he’s fucking into your throat like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

Rough and relentless, he makes sure to protect the back of your skull, refusing to let it slam into the wall behind you as he face fucks you, mumbling nothing but filth as his orgasm quickly builds.

“So ready to take whatever I give you, aren’t you, honey? Just wanna be on your knees for me all the time.”

Jesus Christ, you really are so good. Pliant and willing, still staring at him like he’s some kind of god even after he defiled you the way he just did.

“You like it?” he keeps going, thighs starting to twitch the closer he gets, “s’it feel good, knowing your tummy’s full of my piss?”

The way you sob around his cock doesn’t look or sound distressed. No, it’s pure desperation, no doubt about it as you shove a hand down the front of your scrub pants.

“Dirty fucking girl,” Robby laughs, pressing his hips even further forward until there’s no way you can breathe anymore.

He stills right there, full body shaking with the orgasm he’s so close to, but he can wait just a little longer. He can play just one more game.

Reaching down, Robby carefully pinches your nose where it’s shoved against his pelvis, nearly hidden in his wiry hair, and for the first time all day, you actually look a little panicked.

“Cum, and I’ll let you breathe again.”

It’s dangerous. Breathplay as a whole is fucking irresponsible.

But, Robby feels very irresponsible right now, and it’s not like he doesn’t know the warning signs.

He also knows you’re into it, a point proven by the way your eyes start rolling again, fingers working furiously on your clit judging by the way your hips starting jerking erratically.

He takes it all in, keeps pinching, grunts at the sensation of your throat spasming, begging for air, and once he sees your body start to lock up in preparation for your orgasm, Robby releases you and pulls out, watches you take a ragged breath just in time for you to hit your peak and cum harder than he’s ever seen.

Before you can alert all of fucking Pittsburgh of what the two of you are up to, Robby slides his cock back into your open mouth, cutting off your cries, and all it takes is a few long thrusts for him to spill down your throat, a new ingredient to the little cocktail he’s left inside of you.

Absolutely fucking disgusting.

And, dangerously intoxicating.

Robby helps you back to your feet, steadies you when you sway, and stares at you in genuine concern as he asks, “you okay?”

You blink a few times before nodding, still dazed and leaning into Robby’s palm when he wipes the tears from your face.

“Come on, let’s get back downstairs. I’ll find you some apple juice.” Something from the stash of trauma snacks, the shit everyone takes from when a mood and/or blood-sugar crash is imminent.

“Maybe later,” you laugh lightly, look down at yourself and run a hand over your stomach. “Don’t think I can fit anything else in me right now.”

It makes Robby swear under his breath. If his refractory period wasn’t what it is, his dick would definitely be twitching back to life.

Doesn’t mean he can’t still have fun, though.

“Okay, then you better hold everything you’ve already got.”

Your mouth drops open, a cute, dumb expression. “You want… Wait, Robby. You just—that was so much,” you whine, “I already feel like I need to pee!”

Smirking, Robby covers your hand with his, presses gently against your stomach.

“I held it for as long as I did. I think you can make it ‘til six.”

It’s only two more hours, after all.

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[dear-2-readers]

Loving him from afar

I've been binge watching ER and I was thinking about John Carter and reader. They both started at the hospital at the same time.

You fell in love with him, pretty quickly. I mean, he's handsome, well-mannered and kinda goofy. So you try to look pretty for him, so he may notice you. You took the cases he didn't like and even stepped out of surgeries for your book so he can have them.

But your efforts were in vain, when you learnt that John has been hooking up with Liz.

After that, you decided to focus on yourself and your work. Although almost no one knew about your infatuation with John, Carol noticed. She noticed because she had seen that before, with herself and Dr. Ross. She has become in your confidence, and had helped her to try to get over John.

But, John noticed the distance. He doesn't know why, but he wants your attention. So he lured you back like the calling of a merman. He asked for your opinion on his cases. He lets you practice IVs on him, and study together at his apartment.

You were weak, you love having his attention. Until he started dating the new med student Harper. He kept studying and competing with you for surgical cases.

What should have broke you came at before graduation. John invited you to a fancy restaurant, you thought that maybe he will ask you to be his girlfriend. He didn't, he left you there waiting. If it wasn't for Dr. Greene and Dr. Ross, you would have stayed there feeling the humiliation of being stood up.

Carol told you that Josh celebrated his graduation with Harper at a hotel room.

Dr. Benton told you that you may have been selected for a surgical internship, but you knew that by accepting it you will have to work alongside John. Your heart couldn't handle watching and hearing him talk about his flings.

So, you gave up the surgical internship spot for the ER internship that Dr. Greene offered you. Maybe being separated from John will help you heal.

A/n: I have had this in my drafts for like three months, and I finally found the inspiration to finish it.

[rabbotheart]

Playing pool volleyball with Pervy stepdad robby… hmmm

[rabbotheart]

So like… you’re home from college and your mom and robby host a bbq for Memorial Day. You wear this tiny string bikini that makes your mom give you a look ™️ and every one of Robby’s friends stare and drool over you. You don’t really notice though, or care. Robby does though. It makes him crazy, the way these men, these married men, mind you, stare at his little girl. He hovers around you, moving behind you when you bend over, keeping that view only for himself.

There’s a net in the pool and someone suggests a friendly game of volleyball, a game that becomes very popular with the men when you excitedly make your way over to the water. Robby puts himself on your team, hovering close enough that he’s right there when your top comes undone on a particularly ambitious jump.

He crowds you immediately, bringing his hands up to grope your tits protect your modesty. He lingers longer than he needs to, slowly moving his hands to your neck to tie the strings again, bringing them a little tighter to enjoy the way it makes your tits press together. He slides one of his big, rough hands down your side, pats your hip just over your swim bottoms, (subtly pulling at the string to loosen it) and tells you gruffly to be careful.

[robinavitchslut]

i neeedd him!!!!

[honey-vamp]

Carter’s bunny teef being one of my favorite things

but I need more Robby teef. Look at them. Probably knows they hide behind his beard.

[wesandresons]

SHAWN HATOSY as ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY ANIMAL KINGDOM SEASON 2, EPISODE 4