I call this one the drabble about Robby packin heaaaaaat🙂↕️
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Warnings: 18+link below!! (Inc piv sex, lil size kink and some clit play) Robbys big and he knows it so size kink, basically porn without plot, slight mentions of oral, belly bulges and squirting. hes filthy mouthed, big dicked and gettin his girl awf.. Feedback and requests always welcome! Please come yap to me bout the old men and gorgeous girlies of this show!!!🫶 cough cough would anyone be interested some pitt f4f links..
God this? This is so fucking Michael Robinavitch coded to me Bc yeah, its a stretch. Its always a stretch when it comes to taking Robby.
He's undeniably big down there, thick and perfectly long without being too much, with a vein on the underside that pulses when he comes.
It takes prep, always, always takes prep, first on his fingers then onto his mouth, before combining the two. Robby needs you dripping, needs every squelchy debauched sound, cunt puffy and pink and fucking perfect. He'll make you shake, tongue flicking over your pearl, thick fingers curling against your walls until you shatter. Until you inner thighs are glossy with the mix of arousal and saliva.
Then, and only then, does he work you down.
You feel it immediately, that delicious pressure as he stretches your little hole wide open, thighs begining to tremble between Robbys own spread wide over the edge of the bed. Peppery chest hair tickles your back, big hands rubbing and softly squeezing your biceps as you let out liftle whines the further you sink.
"Gotta- fuck- gotta breathe baby" robby prompts, your cunt almost half way down his length. "breathe through it, almost there.." and then, with a kiss to your temple, "mm, there you go, good girl"
Like this Robby can feel every clench, every tremble, every single inch of him burried deep inside you. The weight of him inside your walls a delicious pressure, the slightest bulge in your belly on display. Ofcourse robby notices that, does every time this happens, a big hand drifting from his grip on your bicep to press against the slight swell.
"You feel me in there? Yeah?" he coos, calloused palm rubbing carefully over. "My poor baby all stretched out with my dick in her belly"
You feel yourself whining, feel the telltale tremble of your lip as drool pools in your mouth. "P-please.. M-Michael s' too much"
"Nuh uh, s'not, you can handle it" he retorts, other hand cupping a breast as his thumb finds your nipple. A distraction, thats what always helps. Because Robby always knows what you need before you do.
He grunts as he reclines slowly towards the mattress, your spine pressing back against his chest as you rest atop of him. Soft sushes pour from his lips, pressing against your ear, his feet flat on the bed with bent knees. The silver brown of his beard tickling the sensitive skin as it nuzzles. "Backkk we go, nice n easy, I've got ya. Aint lettin you go. Jus focus on that nice big cock, s' my girl"
Robby reaches down, pulling your legs over his, keeping you spread open. Like this the stretch is different, intense yes, but less heavy- fat tip angled to hammer against the spot that always makes you shudder, shake and squirm. On one hand your fingers immediately grapple at his forearm, nails digging in deep cresents, while the other goes to cover your mouth, a loud moan muffling through your fingers at the sharp snap of his hips.
That, he thinks, is almost an insult, you muffling the bliss he draws from your body. He can hear your pussy, the way it swallows him whole as he pounds up, lewd, wet squelches unmistakable with his hips snapping, heavy balls swatting almost violently against your ass. You cant hide those sounds, and that? Thats what makes your head turn into his neck, beard scratching the soft skin of your forehead.
"Ah-ah, no hidin" he grunts, jostling you with every thorough plunge, hitting deep and perfect. The hand on your belly heavy as it moves toward your pubic bone slow- so close and yet so far from where you need it. "Cmon out n' move that hand, let me hear everything. Aint rubbin on your pretty clit otherwise baby"
Praise pours when you do, gritty and rough, hammering against your g spot in a way that makes you sob, back arching from robbys chest. Thick, deft fingers rub you, circling your puffy clit with toe curling pressure. The coil of your orgasm tightening rapidly as you do little but take everything robby gives.
There's little reprieve when you do cum though, trembling and crying out, you jerk atop of his chest, those same maddenly perfect digits coaxing you through, making you gush and soak both him and the bed. His beard scratchy on your face, lips wet as they press to your temple- your cheek- adoring and breathless "Yeaaaah, There it is, good girl. Cummin on that fat cock, showin me just much you love it"
If you have any other p links for DrRobby please share! Or if you know someone else has shared them
Ohhhh absolutely by all means!! I've been compiling a few recently actually that i haven't been sure what i wanted to use em for so what better moment than now😌 and i personally haven't seen many other link posters for robby buuuut my lovelys if anyone has please feel free to share w the class!! <3
Spicy links that give Dr. Micheal Robinavitch vibes
A selection of p!rn links, all sourced from twitter. Please make sure you are logged in to view! Aaand as always, 18+ content so MDNI. And as always, my asks are still very much open if anyone wants to share any thoughts or specific link requests!
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When you've been a brat all day Robby will huff, puff and begrudgingly let you play; its just a shame you fall for it every time.. (Dildo riding and blow job)
Mean!robby catches you playing.. You can take it though right? S' what you wanted (handcuffs/dildo use)
Sunday nights are best when it includes sloppy makeouts and you dry humping at his bulge before bed (dry humping/grinding)
Sometimes Robby choosing to drive his truck to the bar works out in your favor; Especially when you get drunk and needy (car piv sex)
You know exactly what Robby needs after a bad shift; a hot, wet mouth to fuck away the frustration (blowjob/facefuck/deep throat)
Grinding all over his cock and tummy, making it glisten with your arousal and sticky with cum (humping/grinding)
You both really like when he goes deep (piv sex/clit play)
Robbys favorite place to be is between your thighs while you shake atop of him (face sitting)
You cant help it, you just get overwhelmed sometimes. S' why its a good thing Robby understands (comfort/checkins/reassurance)
Could you please maybe do Frank Castle + squirting? 💜
Thank youuuuu!! 🫶 and i totally can!!
18+links/drabble below-
One thing you've learnt from your time with Frank is that for him, your pleasure is paramount, It doesn't matter the circumstances.
You're pulsing around his fingers on your third orgasm whilst he's rutting against the bed having not gotten himself off yet? No biggie, he's more than content.
You woke up needy and wanted his mouth on you so bad you disturbed him getting ready for the day? It's fine, he'll just wash his face off in the sink before he has to go.
You cum so hard you push his cock out with an audible and sheet soaking gush? He was already planning on stripping the bed and doing laundry anyway.
But that last one.. That one's secretly his favorite. When theres a visual representation of just how fucking good he can get you feeling that transcends a simple, and yet mind clearing, orgasm.
Frank's doing it again now, knuckles deep inside your pussy. His whole palm is soaked, slick and shiney, having already pulled one high out of you. You've barley come down since then though, his actions never ceasing, words barley processing in your brain. Everythings too fuzzy, too hazy from the blood pumping around your system.
"Mm, That the spot sweetheart? Right there?"
You dont respond, cant even begin to. The audible slaps of his palm colliding with your puffy cunt lewd and sopping as his thumb works over the sensive nub of your clit. A feeling building from the post orgasm sensitivity that you can't do anything but surrender to. Your fingers grip his thick forearm tight, nails leaving cresent marks as your hips writhe. "S' too- oh god frankie- s' too much- cant- m gonna-"
His forehead shifts, slipping from your temple to press direct on yours, the murmer low and brushing your mouth.
"Shh, i know, I've gotcha. Aint gotta worry bout a thing alright, jus let it go. Let her gush f'me sweetheart"
