Courtney

what is the internet for if not to read fan fiction they/them

[satanssideho]

Jack’s hoping to turn your little family of five into six…

“Come on, love, I think we should just have one more…” Jack’s sweet voice says, ready to do whatever he needs to get his way.

“Jack. Neither of us are home enough for another, plus Franky is still just a baby. It wouldn’t be fair.”

“I hear you, but, and just walk with me for a second, if we have four then there’s always a partner and no one has to be alone.”

“That’s bullshit and you know it.” You laugh, snuggling further into the couch with your babies and husband. “Can we go back to watching the movie?”

“Fine. But I’m not dropping it.”

“When you’re the one doing all the prep work, I’ll listen.”

“What about adopting?” He says one day, leaning against the counter while you’re finishing your charting.

“I am not having this conversation at work.” You roll your eyes with a smile, not bothering to take your eyes off work.

He ignores your protest with a smile of his own, continuing on his point. “If we go older we don’t have to do all of the early stage work and instead just get to enjoy it.”

“Leave them alone. They already do enough work here, no need for a bigger load at home.” Shen chimes in as he walks by to another consultation.

“Thank you!” “Shut up.” You both say at the same time, earning a laugh from the other attending.

“Jack! Someone pooped in the kitchen!”

“It wasn’t Ralf! He’s a good boy!”

“You aren’t supposed to have favourites!” You laugh as he pads into the kitchen to clean up.

“I don’t have favourites… just… preferences.”

“Well I’d prefer there wasn’t shit on our kitchen tile.”

“Does this mean no puppy..?”

“You’re unbelievable…” You laugh, leaving him alone.

Little did you know in less than two months, the perfect baby would stumble across your path, and your fur family of three would soon turn into four.

as a child hater, this is my personal manifestation onto jack :P

[satanssideho]

Thinking about baking cookies with Rabbot…

It was an odd off day, where somehow the universes aligned and the three of you were all off, leading to you suggesting you guys make cookies.

Secretly, you had snuck onto Robby’s phone a few weeks ago and adjusted Jack's and his schedules around when you had a day off.

“You can’t just be adding things; you have to measure properly.” Jack sighed as you had just eyeballed the butter measurement.

Three-fourths of a cup was basically a full one.

“I’ll have you know, I’ve been baking since I could stand. Basic chocolate chip cookies are ingrained into me. Tell him, Robby.”

“I’m staying out of this. I’m only here to test the product.” He laughed, hands up in defence.

“You’re useless.”

“Okay, whatever, but dry ingredients have to be measured.” Jack says, pulling the attention of the conversation back to the food.

“Jack.”

“You can’t ‘Jack’ me, sweetheart, whenever you want to get your way. The chocolate chips and vanilla are the only thing you can measure with your heart.”

“I second the chocolate chip measurement.”

“I thought you were staying out of it…” You say, shooting a playful glare at Robby.

“Just adding feedback to get the best outcome.”

“I should’ve just baked alone and let you two know when I was finished…”

“Sweetheart, don’t be that way.” Jack laughs, moving to hug you from behind. “I just don’t want you to be upset when they don’t turn out well because you made up the recipe along the way,” his voice lowers before he adds the next part, “And I don't want to have to deal with a cranky Robby because he didn’t get his cookies.”

This makes you laugh and kiss his cheek. “Fine, but just know I’m only doing this for you.”

“Good enough for me.” He mumbles, kissing the top of your head.

“What about me?” Robby laughs, looking offended that he’s not included in this little moment.

“Not everything is about you, Michael.”

“Ooh, you’re in trouble, brother… You only get first named if you’re in deep shit or the kid’s fucked out of their mind…”

“You know what? I’m going to grab something from the store. I’ll be back when these are done…” Robby shakes his head with a smile before grabbing his wallet and keys and exiting your apartment.

Fourty-five minutes later, and Jack is pulling out the last tray while you’re dancing around, singing to your music, while you clean the dishes. Just as Jack places the tray onto the stovetop, Robby returns with a tub of vanilla ice cream in hand.

“Thought you might want to make some sandwiches.”

“Michael!” You squeal, quickly drying your hands before rushing over to him and giving him a kiss. “You are so perfect.”

“What about me?” Jack laughs, now walking over to greet and kiss his partner.

“You had your moment before; now it’s his turn. How come you guys are only good at sharing in bed?”

Both men look at each other before looking at you and shrug with wide smiles on their faces.

made this while waiting 8000 years for my fucking cookies to bake kms

[satanssideho]

MDNI (18+)

Thinking about Robby eating you out till you can’t take anymore…

“It’s too much, I’m serious Robby!” You whine and squirm beneath him, weakly trying to push his head away.

“Come on kid, just one more… then I’ll leave you alone…” He mumbled from between your legs, burying his tongue further into your weeping cunt, his nose pressing perfectly against your clit.

“That’s what you said last time!”

“And I mean it this time. Please, baby, I just want to make you feel good…”

“Oh fuck!” You moan, your slight argument interrupted as he drags his tongue fully across your pussy, leaving a playful nip just above your sensitive bud.

“There we go… Give into it, baby… Cum for me one more time…”

“Fuck! Fuck! Seriously, Robby, it’s too much!”

You’re barely able to get out any more words, pleasure and overstimulation flooding your body. Your thighs shake and squeeze Robby’s head, which only pushes him further to his goal, while your hands desperately tangle into his greying hair, needing anything to stabilize yourself.

Your unstable state mixed with Robby’s determination sends your over the edge quickly, making a mess of both the bed and Robby’s face.

“Mmm, perfect…” He mutters, lapping up as much of your juices as he can, pulling you closer by your hips in attempt.

Unable to say anything, you just pant in response, slowly regaining feeling in your body.

“You always taste so amazing.” He smiles, wiping his now soaking beard as he gets up and lays next to your blissed out body. “You’re always so good for me… My perfect kiddo.”

Literally pulling shit out of my ass with this one

I want to get into writing little blurbs so like hopefully this is a good start 😛

[satanssideho]

What Are Best Friends For? | J. Abbot

Pairing: Jack x fem!reader

Summary: Your marriage with Robby was falling apart, luckily his best friend is able to help pick up the pieces.

Tags/Warnings: MDNI (18+) explicit sexual content, lots of fluff, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, oral, pet names, lowkey cheating but like not really, brief mentions of drinking, possible ooc (I literally just write and see where it takes me)

Word Count: 3000~

To say your marriage was falling apart was an understatement.

It had completely shattered, and you were trying to carefully pick up pieces off the floor and glue them back together, hoping you had the puzzle right.

Ever since Robby had caught Langdon stealing benzos, your marriage had been put on the back burner, nothing new, but you didn’t think it would be this permanent.

If he’s not at work, he’s picking up shifts. If he’s not picking up shifts, he’s out on his stupid motorcycle. If he’s not on his stupid motorcycle, he’s at the gym. He’s always anywhere but home; anywhere but with you.

And the worst part is, you’ve gotten used to it.

He used to come home and either not talk and go straight to bed, or come home, not talk and instead take out his emotions and decompress with sex.

Then in the morning, you guys would talk while you both got ready for work, and sometimes, if you were lucky, you’d get a peek into the storm in his mind.

You knew that even if he wasn’t talking, he still was there for you; still present enough in your marriage to understand your concerns and your needs.

Now, he’s never home, and when he is, it’s either fighting or complete silence.

Some days, you’d actually prefer the fighting because then he was at least talking to you. You could get some kind of understanding of his frustrations.

You started reaching out to Abbot as Robby drifted, knowing sometimes your husband would confide in his best friend. Jack tried his best to keep you in the loop, and was quite helpful in the beginning, but after a few months started to pass, and Robby’s treatment towards you shifted, Jack’s communication started to lack. Not on his behalf, of course, but because Robby became more closed off.

“She’s worried, you know.” He mentioned once during one of their roof shift swaps, Robby on the other side of the barrier this night.

“She’s got nothing to be worried about.”

And that was the end of that conversation.

No matter how hard Jack pushed, it was like fighting a brick wall.

“Please, just tell me something positive. Anything.” You begged as you drank your feelings across from Jack.

The idea was to get you out of the house and to have any kind of distraction, but as soon as you and Jack met up for drinks, you couldn’t keep it together anymore.

Jack sighed and gave a meek smile.

There was nothing new, or positive, or anything, for him to tell you.

You were on the verge of tears, and Jack would do anything to see you smile again, even just for a second.

He knew the pain his best friend was causing, and knew, deep down, that it was over for you two.

“Don’t cry, please,” He muttered softly, moving to sit beside you in the booth and pull you into a hug. “I hate it when you cry.”

“I just… I wish I knew what to do…”

“Well, maybe this sabbatical will be a good thing for both of you.” He says into your hair, placing a gentle kiss to try and calm you.

“What..?”

“What?”

“What the fuck do you mean, sabbatical?” You turned to look up at him, expression immediately changing from sad to angry.

“He didn’t…? Fuck, of course he didn’t,” he grumbles, grabbing his phone before getting up. “I’ll be right back, angel.” He smiled softly before storming off, trying to hide his frustration from you.

“Hey, asshole! Why the fuck didn’t you tell your wife you were planning on leaving!?” Jack spits out immediately once Robby picked up.

Before Robby can even speak, Jack cuts him off and continues.

“She’s been crying for the past two hours here with me over your lack of communication, and then I just became the one to tell her about your sabbatical? What is wrong with you!?”

“Look, I just need space.” He said calmly, too calm for Jack’s liking about the whole situation.

“Need some space? You’ve got space! She’s given you space, and now she needs you to quit acting like a fucking child and grow a pair! She’s been doing this alone the past four months whilst you mope around and- and live like you’re hoping it’s your last day on this fucking Earth! I can’t- I can’t keep doing this shit for you and doing your fucking job in this marriage.”

He’s pacing, and seething, and is craving a nicotine patch, all while the line stays silent, the only proof the call is ongoing is the faint breathing on the other side.

“You’ve left already, haven’t you..?” Jack says through a breath, exhausted at this whole ordeal.

Whether he’s mentioning the relationship or for his sabbatical, he doesn’t know, but he knows the inevitable answer for both.

Silence fills the line.

“You’ve got to tell her, man. You can’t keep dragging her through this.”

“I know.”

“Sooner, rather than later.”

“I know.”

“She knows it’s coming. She’s told me,” He admits, his voice shaking ever so slightly. “You should just rip the band-aid off, free both of you from this cycle.”

“I know.”

“Do you know any other words?”

A small chuckle is let out on both sides of the call, both grateful for the small break of humour in such an awful time.

Jack stayed on the call a while longer, neither saying anything, just taking in the reality of the situation.

“Promise me you’ll take care of her for me.”

And the call ended.

Jack let out a shaky sigh and rubbed the tears brewing in his eyes before heading back in to see your figure sinking into the sticky faux leather, desperately wanting out of the bar.

“Sorry that took so long.”

“It’s okay… Can we go?” “Of course, angel.”

You had already gathered all of your things, finished your drink, paid your tab, and stacked the glasses to make the booth easier to clean; too fidgety to sit still the twenty minutes Jack was gone.

Jack didn’t bother asking where you wanted to go, instead, taking you back to his place, knowing the last thing you needed was a reminder of your shitty home life.

The drive was quiet, yet comfortable. Jack rested his hand on your thigh, checking on you every few minutes, whether it was by turning to look at you or gently squeezing your leg.

When you arrived back to his apartment, he opened the car door for you, and walked the entire way up to his unit with his hand on the small of your back.

“I’m sorry that you’ve been dragged into this. You shouldn’t… shouldn’t have to deal with all of this. Whatever the fuck this even is…” You mumble as you make yourself comfortable on his couch.

Jack’s apartment is familiar enough, having been around lots in the past with your husband.

Your husband.

The one who was probably halfway across the state by now. The one who hasn’t talked to you for the past three weeks. The one who was supposed to be with you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, and all that other bullshit you had once said at your wedding.

“He’s an asshole. It’s nobody’s fault but his. If anything, I’m sorry.”

Two words.

All it took were those two words that you had been begging Robby to say.

I’m sorry.

You couldn’t hold back the tears anymore as they slowly started to stream down your cheeks, causing Jack to immediately rush over to comfort you.

“Hey, hey, look at me. It’s going to be okay. It’ll get easier.”

“How long..?” You choke out through the tears. “How long till it gets easier?”

Jack pauses in his soothing rubbing on your back, trying to think of how to carefully word his next sentence.

He could lie and give an exact time, but in truth, it had never gotten easier for him. The distance just made it easier to digest the truth and for emotions to change.

“I still have yet to figure that one out.” He chuckles softly, giving you a light squeeze.

“At least you’re honest.” You sniffle, trying to laugh, but instead it comes out as a weird cough.

An awkward yet comforting silence settles between the two of you once again, the faint light of the hallway lamp and the moonlight sneaking through the blinds making everything a little easier to take in.

“Is there anything I can do to make you feel better?”

“Sex.” You say with a dry laugh, kicking off your shoes.

“Okay.”

“What?”

“I said, ‘okay.’”

“Yeah, I know, that’s the fucking problem.” You scoff, burying your head in your hands at the absurdity of the situation.

“Look, I know it’s been a while for both of us, and not to be blunt but, it’s not like Robby’s coming back to this relationship,” he pauses, motioning between the two of you as if talking about your individual relationships with the man. “If it’s what you want, and it’ll make you feel better, even just a little, I’ll do it. I don’t want to see you spiral like I did when I lost my wife.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Yeah, fuck it, let's do it. It’s not like I have anything left to lose… No offence.”

“None taken, I get it.” He chuckles, conceding with open palms.

“I feel like a rookie.” You laugh as you both awkwardly shed the last of your clothing onto his bedroom floor, leaving you both in your undergarments. “I genuinely haven’t been this in my head since I first started having sex.”

Jack’s eyes are glued to your body, taking in every inch of your skin, memorizing every dip, curve, and mole.

In his fifty-something years of living, he’s never felt more alive and magnetically attracted to something. If he were a teenager, he would have finished already, and currently, he was fighting for his life to not do something so similarly stupid.

“You have nothing to worry about…” He mutters, his voice barely above a whisper as he continues to ogle you, unable to focus on anything else in the room.

“God, is this a mistake?” You question, more to yourself than anything, subconsciously starting to cover your chest with your arms as you sit on the edge of the bed.

“Maybe… Probably.” Jack chuckles as he sits next to you, resting his arms on his knees to be able to lean forward and see you better. “But like you said, it’s not like you have anything left to lose.”

“I don’t like it when you use my words against me.”

“Shouldn’t say stupid things then.”

“Asshole.” You snort, playfully pushing his bicep.

His strong, freckled, bare bicep.

That was an immediate snap back to reality.

Your husband’s best friend was next to you, willing to do anything to make you feel better, and was currently being cockblocked because you were having doubts that didn’t need to exist.

“Okay, I’m ready.”

“You sure?”

You nod and squeeze his side before pulling him in for a soft kiss.

Jack Abbot was attractive, no doubt about it, but his care and generosity for you was really what made him attractive. He never wanted to hurt you or push you too far, somehow knowing your limits better than you knew yourself. He took time making sure you felt loved and important, his hands trailing where his lips couldn’t reach, too preoccupied with tasting the faint alcohol mixed with your own taste on your tongue. His touch was as light as a feather, which made you laugh slightly into the kiss at the juxtaposition between the appearance of the man in front of you and how tender he was.

It wasn’t long before you were on your back on the plush mattress, his arms caging your head as he worked his way down your neck while your fingers tangled into his silver curls.

“You taste even better than I could’ve imagined… and I have yet to get to the sweetest part.”

“You’re such a tease.” You barely make out between small moans.

“It’s part of my charm.” He mumbled before getting lower and lower, his stubble now scratching just above your pubic bone.

“May I?”

“Please.”

In one swift movement, your panties were discarded on the floor, Jack’s eyes now glued to your faintly glistening folds.

“Can’t believe he’s giving all this up…” He mumbles, kissing down your inner thigh. “He’s a fucking moron.”

You laugh slightly at Jack’s comment about Robby, but it quickly fades into a moan as Jack’s tongue glides across your clit.

“Holy shit.”

“Mhm, I was right about this being the sweetest part.”

Then he’s eating you out like a starved man, desperate to learn every way your body craves his touch and attention, memorizing what makes you moan and squirm. His tongue is carefully exploring your pussy, committing the shape to memory so that next time, his tongue can guide him to all the right places. His calloused thumb rubs circles on your hip while the other hand holds your thigh to keep your legs open just the right amount. The collective actions of how he’s making your body feel, and your mind go fuzzy, is something you don’t think you’ll ever be able to survive without, now that you’ve experienced it.

“Cum for me, angel. Let go and relax for me, please.”

Between his begging and skillful tongue, you’re not far from your orgasm, that is, until a finger slips inside.

That extra digit sends you over the edge, becoming a shaking, moaning mess, trapping Jack between your thighs whilst you ride your high.

“Holy shit…”

“So you’ve said.” He chuckles, wiping his chin with the back of his hand before he makes his way back to your lips, kissing you as a reward for your release.

“Thank you.” Your voice is barely above a whisper, but it carries all the emotions needed to convey your feelings.

“No need to thank me, at least not yet. We’ve got a long way to go tonight before I’m done with you.” He smiles, kissing the corner of your lips while his hands slide under your back to unclasp your bra.

“Fuck, Jack, I’m so close…” You whine, your legs shaking beneath yourself.

You were currently nearing your fourth orgasm of the night, Jack nearing his second, too focused on making you feel good to worry about his own release.

“Me too… Don’t hold back for me…”

As his words left his mouth, he reached an arm around your torso to start playing with your overwhelmed clit, wanting you to have the most amount of pleasure for your final orgasm of the night.

“Oh fuck!” You moan, your orgasm finally washing over you as you slump further into the mattress.

Jack is seconds behind, holding you close as he buries himself deep into you and cums, whispering sweet nothings into your ear.

The room is hot, both of you sweaty and sticky with bodily fluids, while echoes of your combined panting fill the room.

You sink further into the bed as Jack pulls out, catching his breath for a second before getting up and heading off to find something to clean you. He comes back a few moments later with a warm cloth, carefully cleaning your sensitive pussy and then his cum covered cock.

“You know, for someone who claimed to be feeling like a rookie, you sure didn’t act like one.” He teases, pulling on a pair of pyjama pants then handing you a pair of his boxers and an old army shirt.

“Instincts kicked in.” You laugh, slipping into the clothes then help him place his prosthetic beside the nightstand.

“I’m curious what you’re like then when it isn’t just instincts then.”

“Guess you’ll have to wait and find out.” You smile, kissing his cheek before the two of you settle under the covers. “Can I thank you now?”

“Yeah, share all your thanks and praises now.”

“I hate you.”

He just smiles and kisses the tip of your head before reaching for his phone on the nightstand checking notifications and the news as you start to drift in his hold. Before he puts his phone down and turns off the light, he sends a final text to Robby.

Don’t bother coming home.

I literally wish I was lying when I say I started this over a month ago, but then I got super ill, and writers block, and personal shit, but anyways... here it is!

The ending is kinda balls not gonna lie but I'm trying to be less judgmental of my writing and less in my head and I really wanted this done and over with... I’m leaving it and going to go bash my head into a wall to prevent my stress

yolo

[satanssideho]

Somewhere People Don't Leave | M. Robinavitch

Pairing: Robby x fem!reader

Summary: Robby leaves for his sabbatical and stumbles across a small town, where he meets you.

Tags/Warnings: MDNI (18+) explicit sexual content, age gap, lots of fluff, porn with plot, unprotected p in v, oral, lots of praises, pet names, possible ooc (I tried so hard man)

Word Count: 4000~

The start to Robby’s sabbatical was interesting, to say the least.

With no direction and no plan, driving wherever the road took him, he ended up going north, to a place where no one could find him. Hell, he wasn’t even sure a map could find the hillbilly town he stumbled upon late one night, desperate for a place to crash and a cup of coffee.

In the late night, arriving to the motel on the outskirts of town, he immediately got to his room and slept. While the constant mental task of driving for hours on end was tiring, it was nothing close to the exhaustion the emergency department brought; something he had thought of more than he would like to while on his trip.

When he woke, he looked over at the small alarm clock on the old oak nightstand and groaned.

7 AM.

Not nearly late enough for his liking, yet his body was still on his Pittsburgh schedule, even though it had been just under a month now since he left.

The morning was slow.

Lying in bed and enjoying the warmth of the worn-down quilt that he had pulled from the closet late last night when he had gotten up to pee and noticed the chill of the room.

A long, hot shower, staying in the water until the heat started to dim and the ache in his body wasn’t quite so intense.

Once dressed and as ready for the day as Robby could possibly be, he grabbed his phone, keys, and wallet, then headed to the reception area to ask for directions to the nearest cafe, or restaurant, or anywhere that would serve shitty coffee that would make him grimace, yet feel more alive.

He walked into the small building, the smell of must and mildew reaching his nose, as he took in the cozy reception area. 

A photo wall was across the door, showing off pictures from county fairs and fishing competitions, with scattered images of the surrounding lakes, corn fields, and wildlife.

There was a small seating area with an old leather loveseat that looked as if he were to sit on it, the couch would swallow him whole.

And then there was a desk, parallel to the battered couch, where a woman was playing pinball on the computer that reminded him of his university years.

“Morning,” you smiled as Robby approached the desk. “You look much better now that you’re well rested.”

He let out a small chuckle and rubbed the back of his neck. “Thanks.”

“So, what can I do for ya?”

“I, uh… coffee.”

He didn’t know why his brain was so puzzled all of a sudden. Maybe it was the fumes getting to him.

“Gotcha. There’s a diner about a quarter mile from here, little gas station next to it if you need to refill your bike.”

A blank stare spread across his face as you held back a laugh.

“You’re the only person staying here, and I know it doesn’t belong to anyone in town. Too fancy and not enough rust and mud.” You paused before continuing, “I can take you there if you’d like. I could use the walk and the coffee, myself.”

“Sure, yeah, okay.”

You got up and grabbed your things before remembering to turn off the computer, afraid of the fire it would cause if left unattended for too long.

As the two walked, they introduced themselves and made small talk, walking the gravel along the old asphalt road.

“So, how does a hotshot Pittsburgh doctor end up in this shithole town?” You laughed, turning your head to look at him as you entered the parking lot to the diner.

Robby pauses for a second at the bluntness of the question, using the excuse of holding the door open for you to think. He debates coming up with some generic lie, but decides better, knowing no harm could be done in this little town if he were honest. Jack would be proud of him, going on about how openness is the key to life, or some bullshit his therapist put in his head.

He shakes his head at the thought, a faint smile on his face as he answers. “I needed a break, some time to just think and live. Try and feel alive again.”

You nod slowly in understanding as you two head to a booth, the connection already feeling natural, like something only lifelong friends could achieve.

“Hate to break it to you, but this isn’t really the kind of place people tend to go to during a midlife crisis. Actually, this direction entirely. Vegas tends to go best with your generation.”

Robby lets out a small snort at the comment on his age, the first that really grabbed his attention to the difference between the two. He was old, and grumpy, and his body was always achy and sore, no matter what he had done to himself. You were younger, spry, and had a whole life in front of you, and yet, you were here, talking to him, in a town in the middle of nowhere.

“Yeah? Then what’s a kid like you doing in a place like this that you seem to love so deeply?”

“Grew up here, just like everyone else in this town. People here don’t leave, and new people don’t stay. Just the way things are.” You shrug as a coffee for both is placed on the table, without even having to order. “I’ve thought about it, though, leaving, I mean. But the lifestyle here is just so… different. I can't imagine a fast-paced city where no one knows each other, and you’re barely living paycheque to paycheque.”

“Yeah, it’s quite… different.”

The day went on with Robby being shown around the town and getting a better explanation of the tight-knit community.

“...and every summer there’s a fishing derby held, which people take way too seriously. Goes on for three days, and then after all the awards are given for their expertise in patience to catch a bass, a big potluck is held, and genuinely the best food ever made comes out.”

Robby listens with a faint smile on his face, enjoying the enthusiasm as you talk about the town you grew up in.

“Anyways, that’s the main part of town. Nearest hospital is a twenty-minute drive if you’re feeling homesick,” You tease with a laugh before continuing. “I should probably get back to the motel, you know, for the flood of customers that are to come.” And with that, you left, following the road back to where the worn-down motel was located.

The next few days followed a similar, slow-paced pattern: you and Robby grabbing coffee together, talking about who knows what, then splitting to each go on your way.

He liked the energy change that the small town brought. It was refreshing, and something his conscience and weary body had been longing for since residency.

One night, you invited him to a bush party, going on about how ‘everyone would be there’ and ‘you’ve got to experience one at least sometime in your life.’ After enough pestering, begging, and playful banter, he agreed.

“Dress casual and comfortable… Oh, and don’t wear anything you care about too much,” You told him earlier in the morning, to which he gave an odd look at your words. “You never know what’s going to happen, it’s best to always just prepare for the worst.”

The evening rolled around, and you knocked on his door, not so patiently waiting. 

“If you don’t get your ass out here, I’m leaving you!” You called out before knocking for a third time, to which inside you could hear muffled clatters and Robby’s feet stumbling around.

Just as you were about to turn away to go wait in your shitbox car, the door opened.

“Sorry, I just… It’s hard to dress for something I don’t really know much about… I also haven’t done anything this stupid since I was your age.”

“Are you calling my hick culture stupid?” You tease with a laugh as you both head to the greige 2015 Sentra, held together with spite.

“I would never! How could anyone not love a bonfire in the middle of a field surrounded by ticks and field mice?” He chuckles.

The drive was short, about fifteen minutes from town, located on some farmland near the edge of the forest, the property long abandoned and really only used for gatherings now.

“Welcome to your first-ever bush party, Robby.” You smile as you head out, walking towards a truck bed that was surrounded by kegs and coolers, grabbing yourself a drink before catching up with friends.

Robby took a second before following after you to the truck, shaking off his nerves and trying to let loose, or at least get some kind of story to tell Abbot when he got back.

Cracking open a beer, he made small talk with one of the business owners he had slowly gotten to know in his week here. Somehow, the conversation turned to what he was doing in town, as it always did when an unfamiliar person stayed in one place too long. Robby gave a half-truth, saying he was just looking for adventure and something to change his mundane life. The answer was good enough that the topic of conversation changed, to which he was grateful for.

The night went on, everyone getting tipsy, music turning louder as the alcohol made everything harder to focus on, and people being stupid around the massive pile of pallets being burned.

Just as Robby was starting to relax and let his guard down, a loud yell, surrounded by commotion, came from the direction of the fire.

Some drunk idiot had caught fire.

You immediately sent someone to grab Robby, to which he was already on his way, the two of you assessing the wounds.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Issac, I told you two to quit rough-housing!” You snapped to one of the nearby men, before turning your attention back to the man with skin already starting to bubble in front of you.

“Somebody get me some water!” Robby called out, all his years of training kicking in like a biological instinct.

The two of you worked to remove the clothing in the affected area, carefully peeling as to not bring the skin along with the fabric. Soon, the water was brought to try and prevent the burns from going any deeper, meanwhile, an ambulance was being called to be able to provide the intensive care that the burn victim would need.

“If anyone else does something as remotely stupid as this, you’re getting kicked out, and I’m calling the police.” You warn the surrounding crowd while Robby tends to the wounds until the paramedics arrive. The younger collection of people nod in fear at the scene in front of them, while everyone else starts to disperse as the injuries are being tended to.

Within just under ten minutes, the ambulance arrives, and the man is transferred to the hospital, you and Robby quickly giving statements before receiving thanks and praises from the EMTs.

As things start to cool down, you and Robby head back to grab a drink.

“So… Where did you learn how to do that?” You tease, cracking open a new can.

“I could ask the same to you.” Robby chuckles, doing the same.

“I’ve been taking classes in the spare downtime the motel gives me. Working on getting my certification to be an EMT.”

He stares, not anything negative, just surprised.

“What? A girl can’t have a hobby or want to possibly leave the place her family has been settled for generations?”

“I’m just, shocked, I guess. You went on a whole spiel about how people here are all homebodies and never intend on leaving, and yet, here you are, I’m assuming, tending to leave.”

“There’s lots you don’t know about me, Robby.”

“Michael. Robby’s just a nickname.”

“What would you prefer I call you?”

He shrugs with an awkward smile.

“I’ll stick with Robby. Michael can be for special occasions.”

“Yeah?” He laughs softly, taking in your features under the faint glow of the bonfire, something he’s yet to do in such detail.

“Yeah.” A small smile etches its way onto your face as you watch the way his eyes look you over; the way the atmosphere changes ever so slightly between the two of you.

His gaze flickers to your lips and the faint smile lines on your skin, the way they glisten slightly due to the condensation on the can your holding.

“Can I kiss you..?” Robby asks, so quietly his voice is easily lost in the noise of the night.

Yet, you catch it, as well as the subtle shift of his weight as he second-guesses his every move up until this exact point in time.

You let out a small laugh and a nod, to which he no longer hesitates, instead immediately pulling you in for a tender embrace, your lips connecting like you were made for each other.

The kiss is soft and sweet, no further implications or ideations.

Robby’s calloused hands find their way to the small of your back, careful to not spill his beer or press the chilled bottle against your back.

It lasts all of a few seconds, but enough to change the atmosphere between the two of you.

The night continues almost as if nothing happened, except the air holds something a little lighter, and the two of you stay practically connected at the hip, even to when you both decide you’ve had enough of the party.

Which has led to the moment playing out, Robby and you sitting in your little studio apartment that rests on the floor just above the motel lobby. He’s snooping through photo albums on your bed while you're grabbing snacks and water to help sober up.

“Finding anything good in there?” You laugh as you sit next to him, opening a bag of chips.

He hums in agreement, turning the page to reveal more recent photos. 

“You were making me seem old, yet here you are with physical photo albums.” He teases, snagging a chip from the bag.

“I like physical reminders,” You snort before continuing. “Too many ways to lose important memories when they’re all digital.”

A comfortable silence settles between you two once more as Robby turns the page again.

“Are you really going to spend the whole night snooping through my life?”

“What would you rather I do..?” He chuckles, turning his attention to you.

You shrug with a smile, the same smile that led him to kiss you, to you two heading home together, that had him intrigued from the very beginning.

He looks you over, mumbling your name, eyes begging you to tell him what you want, what you need.

This time, it’s you making the first move, moving forward to kiss him, wrapping your arms around his neck as your lips meet.

The kiss is still tender and sweet like before, but there is something more. Some kind of underlying hunger coming from both of you.

“Michael…” You moan softly as his hands find your waist, gently squeezing your hip.

“Fuck sweetheart, you can’t be doing that shit…” He groans against your lips, starting to trail his kisses to your neck.

Your hold around his neck loosens as he finds your sweet spot, earning more moans and praises at his work.

His left hand slips under your shirt, slowly making his way up your stomach towards your chest, softly groping your breast through your bra, all while his right hand’s thumb traces circles on your hip.

“You feel incredible…” He mumbles against your skin, now making his way to your collarbone, careful not to leave any marks while still making sure to worship every inch of your revealed skin.

“I want… I want you to fuck me…”

Robby pauses for a second, pulling back to read your face and check that it’s more than lust speaking this way.

“Please.” You say softly, a faint whine in your voice as he looks over for any sign he could be missing.

But there’s none.

You truly want him just as much as he wants you.

It doesn’t take long before all clothing is shed, and he’s kissing over every fragment of you.

“You’re so beautiful… I’m so incredibly lucky…”

Your heart flutters at his words, but more so at his lips, slowly trailing towards your core.

He kisses up your inner thighs, gently spreading your legs apart to get a proper look at your glistening cunt.

“Even more beautiful…” He whispers, his hot breath against your sensitive skin, sending shivers down your spine as your finger finds his hair.

Robby’s kisses work their way up your lips before placing a gentle kiss to your clit, arms wrapping under your legs and around your hips to keep you still.

“May I?”

You nod eagerly, slightly tugging at his hair.

“Words, sweetheart.”

“Please, I need to feel your mouth on me… your tongue in me...” You add the last bit quietly, though it brings a huge smirk to his face.

“There we go.” He chuckles softly before doing as you so desperately asked for, letting his tongue start to properly explore your cunt.

His licks are soft and slow, letting you enjoy every small flick of his tongue, while he memorizes the way each movement of his mouth gets a reaction from you.

Robby holds you close as he finally starts to explore the inside of your cunt, his nose pressing against your clit whilst his tongue teases you. He purposefully makes sure that each thrust of his tongue is joined with a small movement of his head, savouring every noise you make at the draw on your clit.

“Michael… more… please.” You say shakily between heavy breaths and small moans.

“Patience, baby. I want to take my time and learn every way your body reacts to me. What feels good and what makes you squirm.”

You could cum on the spot.

No one has ever made you feel as special and important as Robby has in this moment. No one has ever cared enough to put their own pleasure to the side in order for you to feel on cloud nine. No one has ever been like Michael Robinavitch.

He notices the slight change in your demeanour and immediately stops and crawls on top to check on you.

“Hey, did I do something wrong..?” His voice is so kind, and caring, and everything you could have ever hoped for from someone.

“It’s silly,” You laugh awkwardly. “No one’s just ever cared that much about me before and wanting to make me feel good. It’s always just been sex, and nothing more… God, maybe I’m fucking crazy, but I want it to be so much more.”

“It’s not silly. I want you, this, to mean something.”

Both of your faces contort to soft, mushy smiles, as the reality of the situation sits in; both of you are in way too deep to back out now.

“Does this mean you’ll actually fuck me then?” You tease with a laugh.

He rolls his eyes and kisses the corner of your mouth, one hand helping support his weight while the other palms at his full erection before carefully sliding it through your soaking folds, earning a moan from each of you.

He teases your entrance while he gathers your slick before slowly starting to push the head of his cock in.

“Fuck, you’re so fucking wet for me.” He curses, burying his face into the crook of your neck.

You moan in response, bending your legs and spreading them slightly wider to feel him better.

“Can I keep going?”

You nod slowly, eyes shutting as he slowly stretches your cunt, going inch by inch, then letting you have a second to adjust and catch your breath.

In a couple of minutes, he’s bottomed out and slowly starting to rock his hips, his arms propping him up so he can watch your face contort as he pleases you. His thrusts are long and deep, but slow enough for your walls to memorize every vein and inch of his cock.

“You can go faster, I can take it.”

“You sure?” He pauses his movements, which earns a groan of annoyance from you, once again scanning your face for any sign that you may not be telling the truth.

“Promise.”

That word is like honey to him. He kisses you sweetly before starting to pick up his pace, his tip repeatedly hitting your cervix, making your body practically melt.

“You’re so fucking perfect sweetheart… You take all of me so well…” He praises, his eyes glued to where your cunt swallows him whole, every thrust earning more arousal to slick his cock.

Robby continues his sweet words and praises, but you’re too far gone to be really paying attention.

Sex with Robby is euphoric, like something you’ve never experienced before. He loves every inch of you and watching how your body reacts to his every touch. He loves the way your jaw slacks and your eyes roll back slightly when he reaches the perfect spot. But most importantly, he loves watching your lips and the way you moan his name. He would kill to experience this every day for the rest of his life.

Its not long before both of you are close to your climax, and your hands tugging at Robby’s hair doesn’t help the aching need growing in his stomach.

“Fuck, Michael, right there…”

He continues hitting the same spot at your request, one hand digging into your hip to stabilize himself while the other moves to circle your clit, wanting to make you cum before him.

“I’m so close…” You whine shakily, holding onto his arm while the other grasps at the sheets beneath you.

“I know, love, I am too…”

“Cum in me… please, Michael.”

He almost did at those words.

“Fuck.” He groans under his breath, hips snapping faster and harder, your walls fluttering around him as you’re moments away.

You pull him down for a hungry kiss, and you’re immediately done for, his lips swallowing your moans as you finally reach your climax.

Your cunt is practically milking Robby’s cock, and he can’t hold back any longer, his own climax just slightly delayed to yours. 

Both of your visions go white with pleasure as he continues to fuck you through your mutual orgasm, the room being filled with the smell of sex and the faint sound of skin meeting muffled by heavy breathing.

Robby collapses into you after pulling out, pulling you close to his chest as he strokes your hair and wipes the tears that had escaped your eyes.

“I don’t think I’ve felt like that since you were born.” He teases between heavy breaths and kisses to your temple.

“Probably since the dinosaurs ruled.” You retort, laughing tiredly.

“You little shit.” He mumbles into your temple with a growing smile.

A comfortable silence settles over you as you both regain consciousness and breaths.

As soon as Robby can feel his legs again, he’s up, wetting a cloth with warm water in your bathroom, before returning to clean the mess between your legs.

“So… How would you feel about me coming back to Pittsburgh with you..?”

“Yeah?” He chuckles, looking up at you from between your legs.

“Yeah.” You smile meekly, knowing you’re being bold with your request, and yet boldness has gotten you to this point.

“I’m open to the idea.”

Now what if I told you I have yet to watch season two… PLEASE DON’T SHOOT ME (I’m not mentally stable enough to watch it rn)

Also I haven’t written anything in a long time so if this is ass, I apologise GIVE ME FEEDBACK I BEG