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@robinavitchslut
valᢉ𐭩 .twenty four year old girl nextdoor . m.lists
icky nasty disgusting perv!robby lvr . requests closed . rules
she/her . fauxcest enthusiast .swtst grl in twn .robby p!links
latest — letting jack and robby piss in your mouth — ᨳଓ .
Hey! I'm just curious, did Bunny ever find her way back or has she been lost to the digital ether of being banned/termed? I miss her works a lot and she was so sweet 😭
Also, how are you? How have you been holding up? I know you said you were overwhelmed in your last blog. I hope you're okay 🫂 /gen
ooh i actually don’t know, i haven’t seen her pop back up but i’m not really involved in the jack fandom very much. tbf if i got termed twice i’d probably not come back, i wouldnt want to be on a platform that keeps fucking me over as a creator so i don’t blame her if she hasn’t.
but if she has someone let us know, people miss her <3
and i’m good, just going through a lot of dark stuff rn trying to find the motivation to write but it’s escaping me and i scroll through my reqs to find something to write about and i just end up getting overwhelmed. but i’m good :// happier knowing i wont have to work an england world cup final (even if i secretly wanted us to win)
guys i’m gonna close requests for a little while, my inbox is currently sitting at 81 asks and i’m overwhelmed. my inbox will still be open for u guys to like send me stuff and chat or whatever but pleaseeee no requests for now <33
this is up there with this all timer.
cannot believe they gave HE MAN pronouns smh, woke mafia strikes again 😔😵💫😵💫
its okay dr. robinavitch the people on tiktok don't understand you but i promise that i do
so sorry for all you have been through and dealing with that shit at your grandfathers funeral, Val. Just know you always have a community on here if you ever need people to talk to 💜
thank you anon, that’s very kind of you <3
i think now my sadness has moved on to anger i should be okay. being angry is much easier for me to deal with
trauma dumping below the cut. mentions of SA and r*pe and grandparent death. don’t read if ur sensitive to that, or if you just don’t want to!!
but tldr: might not get anything written for the next few days, going through a spicy something something.
update: no trigger warnings this time except for mentions of funeral.
just got back. he didn’t end up speaking but his girlfriend (my cousin) wrote a tribute in which he was mentioned 5 whole times by name!! 5 times!! she’s actually such a fucking freak. imagine you’re writing a tribute for your grandads funeral and out of spite of your cousins you mention your boyfriend by name 5 fucking times!! just because he wasn’t allowed to speak! bruh i’m so over them they’re all fucking nasty weirdo’s.
i’m not even sad i’m just so angry. like i barely cried bc i was just numb and angry.
i need him to stop being so beautiful
his hair looks so soft!! ughhh i need him!!
thinking abt gross!icky!dbf!robby who still kept in contact with your dad even after he moved to a different state. and now that you’re going to university in pittsburgh, he asks robby if you can stay with him—he knows robby and it saves you money on dorms. and obviously robby says yes.
you get used to robby wandering around his house in just boxers and a bathrobe but at some point, something changes and you find yourself in your bedroom, hand between your legs and whining his name—unknowingly doing it while he’s stood outside the door, hand stroking himself over his boxers. he grins while he steps inside, watching you flail in bed and hide yourself under the covers.
he coos at you, sitting on the edge of the bed and reaching a hand over to your shoulder, staring at you, the worried expression on your face only turning him on more.
“i heard you, y’know.. it’s okay.. d’you want to show me what you were doing?”
you swallow thickly, but you don’t want to disappoint him so you push the covers off and you suddenly feel small, curled up in bed wearing only a vest top.
“oh sweetheart.. c’mon, open up for me..” robby cooed, hands moving to spread your legs apart, sighing when his eyes land on the stickiness between your legs. you whined, pushing your hands down and trying to cover it up—but robby swatted your hands away, one hand holding both your wrists while he held your legs open with the other.
“oh, sweetheart..” robby’s voice drops an octave as he slightly pouts at you, before he looks back between your legs and continues talking, “she looks like she needs some help, honey.. someone to make her feel all warm and full.. s’okay, that’s what your good uncle robby is for..”
“that’s what your good uncle robby is for”
ughhh i’ve missed that icky bastard so much!! give me 20 of him rnn 🤤
this is so perfect oomfie!!
mhmmm oh yeahhh, this hits the spot!!
(thank u to the anon who sent this in my ask box, i downloaded it to post bc it shared ur tik tok with ur name so i didn’t want to post ur ask just in case x)
(oh and thank you to miss orange blossom for also sending it me in another ask ahahah)
“my father is a boy and my mother is a girl so i’m mixed” is the funniest possible response to someone asking your gender and it came from 6’5 Viking footballer and notable weird little guy Erling Haaland on a Snapchat
comedians can only dream of writing something this funny
that’s up there with this masterpiece.
“not even allowed to write something wrong now in this perfect world sorry to all the perfect brothers and sisters out there” is genuinely so fucking funny and has become a part of my vocabulary unforch.
trauma dumping below the cut. mentions of SA and r*pe and grandparent death. don’t read if ur sensitive to that, or if you just don’t want to!!
but tldr: might not get anything written for the next few days, going through a spicy something something.
Okay hear me out - prnstar reader has some sort of incident with one of her toys. Maybe she’s worried she’s having a bad reaction to a gel or has pumped too much or something has gotten stuck. If only there was a doctor in the house who could take a look and reassure her everything is okay.
Wait I’m loving this so much. I hope you enjoy the direction I’ve taken this because my mind is BUZZING !! CW for stepcest smile
I like to think you’d be using a pussy pump, sprawled out on your bed while recording yourself. Not the most intricate video for your followers, but you don’t necessarily plan on stopping after you’ve finished pumping.
You’ve been going at it for awhile, a few pumps while you moan softly for the camera, hips twitching at the pressure between your legs. Your slick mixes with the lube you smeared along your toy for better suction, pussy aching from the way it’s being teased. You mumble out a quiet whimper, “Feels good…”
Pulling the toy away from your cunt, you run your fingers between your slit and moan when you nudge against your enlarged clit, giving yourself light smacks to keep your future viewers entertained. The pump gets vacuumed against your pussy once again, desperate to get her nice and fluffy to play with later. Three pumps are easy, the next one feels good but just isn’t enough. The fifth has your pussy swelling inside of the transparent cup so full it has you humping the air mindlessly, a guttural groan escaping you at the feeling.
You know now’s the time to stop. To ride out the high until the toy loses suction and your body can take a small break so you can do it all over again. Yet you feel like you can take it, you’re certain of it.
So when you squeeze the bulb one more time, the instant pain instead of pleasure has your brain and body on high alert. A yelp tears itself from your throat as your hand lurches for the emergency release valve, launching the toy away from your body as if it would attack you otherwise. You feel as if your heart is going to explode out of your chest, hands trembling as you gasp for breath.
It hurts, you decide. You feel like your vagina got turned inside out. Is there blood? Did your clit fall off? You’re too scared to look, what would you do if that’s what happened? You’d have to go to the ER, you’d have to explain to people what happened, you could never show your face again.
Wait! Your stepdad is a doctor! A really good doctor, you think. At least that’s what you’re told. Ohmygod, and he’s home! There’s no reason to go to a hospital when Jack Abbot can help you!
“Jack!” You call out, voice cracking because you hate yelling but also you really need help. Badly. You bite your lip, no response. “Jack! Dad!”
Footsteps clatter up the steps, you feel a pang of guilt at the thought of him struggling due to his leg. If you weren’t so terrified to move, you would’ve just gone to him yourself. Unfortunately you convinced yourself your organs will fall out if you attempt to stand. Your door flys open, doorknob slamming into the drywall as Jack stands in the doorway, “What happened? Are you okay? Is something wrong?”
The assault of questions has you feeling even more anxious, eyes widening as you stare at your stepdad. You curl in on yourself, tears brimming in your eyes. Jack’s eyes scan the room, looking for a reason you could be acting this way. His eyes land on the laptop and pump at the corner of your mattress, they shift to linger on your form, you watch as he swallows thickly before speaking once more, “What’s going on, kiddo?”
“Was filming a video…” You croak out, “My pump- I did it too much. I think- um, can you look? Please?”
Jack blinks at you, seemingly piecing together the information you didn’t give him by context clues. Suddenly you feel even worse, maybe a random doctor looking at your vagina would be better than your stepfather. But you trust him, and you know he’ll take care of you.
“Okay. Okay, just lie back for me.” You do so slowly, careful to not disturb any potential wounds as Jack comes further into your bedroom. You can’t help but to look up at him pitifully, “Spread your legs, sugar.”
Obeying him comes naturally, unlike your real father who you brat off to constantly. You like Jack. He’s a little strange, a little too attractive, but you adore the role he has in your life. You know nothing bad will happen with him around. His hands rest upon your knees, holding you open as he looks at what you consider your most prized possession. The silence worries you, “Is everything okay?”
He hums, hands trailing down your inner thighs before thick fingers start to nudge at your puffy lips. You flinch at the contact, Jack coos in an attempt to calm you down. “She’s nice and swollen, hm? Does it hurt when I touch you?”
Shaking your head, you whisper nervously, “Feels tender and sore. Is something wrong?”
“Oh no, baby, she’s perfect. A little redness, a bit overstimulated. Just take a break from the pump for a few days, don’t push yourself too far again.” The fear you’ve been feeling slowly dissipates at his words, thankful that nothing is wrong but also a little embarrassed over the way your stepdad is talking to you. You freeze when you feel a warm breath fanning against your thigh, a calloused fingertip drags along your inner folds before pressing against your clit.
“What are you doing?” You can barely hear yourself ask, gasping when Jack prods at your clit once more. You blink wildly, eyes landing on your computer and camera. “W-Wait! I didn’t stop recording!”
“You can post it.” Jack shrugs, leaving open mouthed kisses along your hipbone and pelvis, your head collides with your pillow as you toss it back. He breathes heavily against your pussy, watching as it slowly starts drooling for him. “Bet your audience would love to watch your stepdaddy making this poor neglected pussy feel good…”
oh this is sooooooo buzzy cherry, i’m drooling 😵💫😵💫🤤
mdni 18+ / dr robby x reader / age gap, daddy kink, pervy
comforting robby after he has a bad day at work. noticing immediately when he returns home, rushing to him and hugging him tightly. eventually leading him over to the couch where you take his shoes off and cuddle up with him and kiss his cheeks as he cries. murmuring how much you love him. asking him what you can do to help him, letting him kiss you all harsh and clumsy. it’s not his best kissing, but it’s needy and urgent. you want to do anything to make him feel better
he licks and sucks your neck and starts pulling your top off, then your jeans and panties, stripping you naked in the hall and flipping you over so he’s on top
“michael,” you gasp as he grinds his growing erection against you
“no” he says. “call me…”
“daddy,” you say, gasping when he bucks his hips into you.
you moan, your pussy getting sooo wet for him. so icky for your daddy
a cute grin spreads over your face and robby smiles at you. he’s so lucky to have you. he can’t believe you’re his. he already feels better now that he’s able to play with you. he rubs your cunny with his fingers, his big fingers. big like everything about him, ‘specially when compared to you
“oh, baby girl, you have no idea how much I need this today,” robby says
“tell me, dada,” you reply, opening your mouth as he kisses you with tongue and undoes his belt
he stops kissing you to let you look at his boner
his cock is huge, as always, throbbing and red and hard, leaking for you. he lifts your hips up and lines up with your pussy, sliding the tip inside. you moan, your cunny stretching around him
he slowly moves in and out of your pussy. you stretch around him. you’re wet and dripping for him. he’s so big.
“oh, baby,” he mumbles, driving inside you faster and faster. he sucks on your neck and keeps fucking you hard. “you’re incredible. that’s my girl”
“thanks daddy,” you giggle as he pounds into you, making the couch shake
thump thump thump
“that’s it. just like that take daddy’s cock, you’re such a good little girl”
“oh oh oh!”
“fuck, i’m going to cum-”
“daddyyyy”
you’re already close to climaxing. he makes you sooo turned on. you can’t take it. your orgasm hits as he’s pounding into you. it takes over your body, the best feeling ever. you feel all relaxed and slump against him, sighing as he pumps up inside you twice more and then cums with a loud moan
“oh fuck,” he grunts, his own legs shaking as he lies on top of you, careful not to squash you, but you like his weight, like being held down by him. you especially love his big soft cock staying inside you. you’ll keep him inside all night if you can.
“you feeling better, daddy?” you ask
“much better, thank you, sweetheart,” he says with a gentle kiss. “i love you”
Robby helping his girlfriend study
Summary: when studying for your nursing, robby sees the stress your under
Warnings: Smut, cockwarming, p in v sex, nipple play, gentle kissing, neck kissing and praise, so much praise.
Notes: im back ! Ive been studying sm and realised I just need to sit on robbys lap while I study
Studying is a cchore. It always has been. Whether it was the language you were learning in high school, or now the flashcards your learning to become a nurse. Sure, Dana had helped you with some of the basics but theres only so much she can help you with.
Robby however, was a dream. Maybe thats because he's your boyfriend and with you all the time. Whereas, obviously Dana has a life. Which she one time told you in a fit of giggles when you pleaded her to tell you about how to deal with aggressive patients.
So, you were in training. Sure. You had the basic knowledge, gone to nursing school. But now it was time to actually work. In the pitt. With Robby. Who was a shameless tease. All. The. Time.
You doubted your abilities when you had to ask Jesse for help when a patient got too agitated. Your now sat at your desk. A dim lamp on as you tirelessly flick through flashcards on how to deal with patients. You had the knowledge. Just not the well...experience.
Robby saw you. Your hair tied up messy, his sweatpants hanging low on your hips, and one of his stolen button-up shirts he had to wear once to a charity ball thing. He smiles at the sight before when he gets closer he sees the frown on your lips.
"Honey?"
He asks softly, coming up behind your chair. His hands finding place on your shoulders. Feeling the tension.
"Mhm?"
You answer. Well, mumble. Your pen hanging loosely in your grip now.
"You look like an intern during their first week of medical school."
He points out bluntly. You laugh slightly then, tucking a loose stray of hair that had fallen from your bun behind your ear.
"I had to ask Jesse for help today."
To him those words sound normal. As he stands behind you, his fingers start to press into your shoulders. Feeling for knots. Low and behold, he finds on right where neck meets shoulder. His fingers pressing into it earning a groan from you.
"And?"
He prompts, leaning down to kiss your temple.
"It was because I didnt know how to de-escalate a situation with an aggressive patient. I got scared."
He softens then, turning your chair around to face him. You reluctantly look up at him.
"Everyone gets scared. Thats human."
His words sound so simple. And they are, really. It should be that easy but it isnt. Not to you.
"No, thats not my point i-"
You pause, shaking your head slightly. Even if his back protests, he leans down then to wiggle his hands under your ass. Earning a protest.
"No! Put me down! What are you doing?"
He doesnt say anything, until your in his arms and the next on his lap. He spins the chair back around to face the desk. Moving you so your back is against his chest. Which you comply to far too easily.
"Then let me help. If you want better bedside manner, ill help."
He says softly, kissing the back of your neck. He looks down at both your flashcards and notebook with scribbled cursive and highlighted sentences.
"Start of easy, how should you treat an anxious patient?"
Its a simple question. One Dana had asked you a few weeks ago during your first shift.
"Reassure them and explain what they'll go through."
You answer, it earns a rumble of approval for him. He doesnt bother reading your notes, he probably couldnt without his glasses anyway.
"Good, now how do you approach a calm patient?"
He shifts and something hard rubs against you. Your breath hitches before a tiny smile curves your lips. Hes hard. Your on his lap talking about patients and he's hard.
"Be welcoming and open, answer any questions they have."
He presses a kiss of approval against your neck now.
"Atta girl-"
Hes about to ask another question but your pulling off your pants. Well, pulling off his sweatpants that you stole. They fall to the floor and even his brain short-circuits. You grind down against his very clear erection. He groans, low and deep. Cursing his own body's reaction to your warmth in his lap. Your then shifting again.
Back pressed to his chest as you unbuckle his belt from behind. Somehow. Tugging down his pants and underwear at the same time. His cock is hard, already leaking at the flushed tip.
"How are you going to answer me if your stuffed with my cock?"
He asks, a deep rumble in your ear. You shrug. Cheeks flushing a deep shade of rose with the warmth that spreads through your body.
"I'll figure it out."
One of his hands snake around your front, pulling your panties to the side before dragging a finger through your slit. You gasp, thighs tensing at the sudden touch.
"You can be wetter than that for me."
If you weren't aroused, you definitely are now. His other hand comes up to brush against your breast through your shirt. His shirt.
"If a patient becomes aggressive and you believe your in danger, what do you yell?"
His voice is so controlled, so grounded. Even as his cock is pressing insistently against your back. He pinches your nipple, rolling it between his forefinger and thumb. The material of his shirt against your peak enchances the feeling.
"Hula hoop."
You moan, head falling back against his shoulder as he shamelessly toys with your nipple. His other hand leaving your panties to knead the neglected breast.
"Good, how can you calm an angry patient?"
Kissing your exposed neck. Surely your soaking now. Because you certainly feel it. You inhale shakily but as you do so, both his hands work in tandem. Rolling and pinching at your sensitive nipples. The inhale turns into a gasp.
"Give them space-try and talk them through it and sedate them if needed."
He hums in approval against your neck. Nipping at it playfully before his hands leave your breasts. Both trailing down your stomach as you arch into his touch. His hand slipping beneath your panties while the other strokes up and down your thigh.
This time, he finds you dripping. Worked up just from him toying with your nipples. He smirks against your neck. His beard scratching deliciously against you. Taking advantage, he moves his hands to your hips. Guiding you down onto him. Inch by agonising inch.
His own breathing catches as you whine. Once hes fully inside you. Your ass flush to his hips. He asks yet another question.
"And what you should never be ashamed of doing?"
You bite your tongue, and the urge to start grinding against him. Your probably more worked up than him now. Even if he was the one who started this.
"Asking for help."
You murmur, lifting your head to look down at your notes. Attempting to read through them but his hands are still firm on your hips. Anchoring you in place.
"Very good."
He rumbles approvingly. Now he's torturing you. Letting you hear your own uneven breathing as you stay seated firmly on his cock.
Hear the sound of his breath hitching everytime he feels your walls flutter around him.
"Still feel stupid?"
His question is targeted, he knows exactly why youve been here studying like an intern. You huff, closing your notebook with a soft thud.
"I feel fucked stupid."
He chuckles, low and deep in his chest. The lind that vibrates against your back. One of his hands leave your hips to snake round to your front. Finding your clit and circling it with his middle finger.
"Well, i think youve been so good. Answered my questions so well. Ill take care of you."
A whisper, a promise. He isnt totally bothered about himself. Of course hes turnt on and his cock is throbbing. But, he'd rather feel you cum around him than thrust up into you for his own pleasure. His lips find the other side of your neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there as his finger circles gently around your clit.
Starting slow, just to edge you on. Murmuring sweet praises against your neck as you whimper in protest to his slow rhythm.
"Robby..please."
You whine, grinding down against him. His hand tightens around your hip. His eyes fluttering closed as he resists the urge to fuck up into you.
"I'll take care of you, i promise."
He coos softly against your skin. Pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. Trailing back down your jaw, your neck, to where his shirt had slipped off your shoulder. His beard brushing against your skin. Leaving a tickle almost.
He feels you clench around him, starting to circle your clit faster now. Not wanting to lead you on any longer. He knows how worked up you are. His other hand leaves your hip to trail up and down your thigh.
Your eyes flutter closed as you grip the edge of your desk. A breathless moan falling from your lips. The sounds that falls from your lips grow higher. Each rise and fall of your chest heavier than the last.
Your thighs start to tense, your walls clenching around him. He knows exactly how close you are. He can feel it. Hell, even he feels close just from feeling you around him alone.
"Your close, hm? Then fall apart for me baby, let go."
He whispers hoarsely. His lips right by your ear. Hes everywhere all at once and you shatter. Crying out his name as you flutter and clench around him. Head falling back against his shoulder. He cant help himself, thrusting up once into you before he groans. Deep and guttural against your back as he cums too. Spurting his hot seed inside you. Painting your walls as his. Only ever his.
Your both panting, your hand coming up to cradle the side of his head. Your chests rising and falling unevenly.
"If you forget your beside manner after this then I dont know what will make you remember."
He murmurs, a small chuckle rumbling in his chest. Pressing another kiss to your cheek. Your eyes closed as you soak in the post-orgasm bliss.
"If anything, I'll be thinking about it on our way to work when I think of my bedside manner."
"Next time you need help studying, let me coax an orgasm out of you. That'll help you remember."
welcome back bae!!!! this is delicious!!!
im so sorry for ur loss rip uk team </3
we were never going to win but it was fun to believe:( at least my sunday shift won’t be as busy!! that’s a plus
Tw: pisskink
Pervy!robby and pervy!jack and reader going camping in the middle of the forest and and getting a little tipsy and dancing/grinding with reader in between with their hands in her panties and them just peeing and being nasty
this is disgusting give me 20 of it 🤤🤤
cw: piss kink!!
letting jack and robby piss in your mouth
ughh imagine being pressed between them both, jack’s groping ur ass from behind, robby’s in front kissing down your neck with his hand down the front of your panties.
piss kink jack and robby u are so real to me!!!
