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"Don’t kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing."
WEEEE thank you erin i hope you like <3 i know you didn't specify but i did robby i hope that's ok
dr robby x f!reader
Just hours earlier, your life had been delightfully uncomplicated. You were single, living alone just you and your cat, and you spent most weekends that way. You'd given up on dating after a particularly horrifying first date where a man had tried to explain to you, a nurse practitioner, the benefits of consuming raw milk. He had taken on an incredibly condescending tone when you'd tried to explain to him that pasteurization was basically just boiled milk.
"And who told you that? Big Pharma?"
And so for months you had decided, well, maybe it was for the best you stayed out of the dating pool. All it had to offer were alt-right conspiracy theorists, divorced man children, and non-commital polyamorists, all of which you'd had more than your fill of in your near two decades of dating.
So it had really put a wrench in your plans when drunk at the Pitt's annual summer party, you'd kissed Robby.
And it hadn't been a peck or even just a few seconds where you immediately realized your mistake. No, you had pushed him up against a wall and kissed him with seemingly every ounce of desire you possessed. You left no room for misinterpretation.
Admittedly, while drunk, you'd been overly physically affectionate for what felt like hours. Running fingers over his, squeezing his arm as you passed, lingering, longing gazes.
There had always been a playfulness between you. You'd been working in the Pitt for nearly a decade and so there was a familiarity. You would ocassionally flirt and he would flirt back. But it had always been harmless. It had never crossed the line.
But as you were outside getting some air, he'd followed you out. Leaned down and whispered in your ear, "I'm tired of pretending that I don't want you."
And something inside you snapped. You were also sick of pretending you didn't want him, didn't think about him when you were alone. You pressed your hands firmly against his chest until his back hit the wall and kissed him fervently. For a moment or two, he seemed in shock, and then he was kissing you back, both of his hands reaching up to cradle your face.
It was the best kiss you'd had in years. You couldn't kiss him deeply enough to satisfy your want and when you licked into his mouth, tongue stroking against his, the sound and feel of him moaning into your mouth had you feeling completely feral.
Then, just as quickly, rational thought reappeared in your brain. It seemed to politely tap you on the shoulder and say, Hello Ms. Girl, remember when you said you were done with fuckboys? Why are you making out with the attending most well known for sleeping around?
And it felt like a bucket of ice cold water was dumped over your head, "Oh—Fuck me—" You pushed yourself off him, "I—I have to go."
Stunned, he watched you go for a second, then laughed and trailed after you, "Excuse me?"
You couldn't meet his eye, "I said, I have to go. I'll miss my bus."
"I'll take you home."
"I don't get in the car with people who've been drinking."
"Then I'll call us both an Uber."
Finally, you laughed, "I am not going home with you, Robby."
Then his hand was around your wrist and he tugged until you spun back to him. Not forcefully enough to hurt, but enough that you stumbled back into his chest. Enough that your breath comingled with his, his exhales forced directly into your open mouth. The taste of him, the smell of him nearly made your knees buckle. It had been a long time since you'd felt that somersault in your stomach at someone's closeness.
"Don't kiss me like that and pretend it means nothing." The yearning dripped off his words like morning dew, landed sweetly on your tongue.
You swallowed and then your eyes pulled up from his mouth to his brown eyes, begging you to drown in their pools of honey.
But you were not a fly. You would not be so easily ensnared. You straightened your spine and pulled away from him again, "Goodnight, Robby." You tossed over your shoulder before marching away from him.
"This isn't over!" He called after you, "If you think I'll forget about this, I won't! We'll circle back on Monday!"
You couldn't help the smirk that twisted your mouth upwards. Despite your reservations, the possibility of being pursued by Michael Robinavitch thrilled you.
Game on. You thought, and raised your hand over your head to acknowledge that you heard before quickening your pace.
i had a (hell of a) day at work but every time i open tumblr and see you posting i always get so happy. i really love your art and your vibes and i just :)) i just wanted to spread the love ✨(´▽`ʃ💌ƪ)
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EMERALD SPINEL IS JUST 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻 as an Emerald birthstone myself I'm digging my new best fRIEND
HERE THEY ARE YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND!! EMERALD SPINEL!! HERE TO HOST YOUR FUN ISN’T THAT JUST SWELL ISN’T THIS THE BEST PARTY YOU EVER SEEN??DOES IT MAKE YOU NOT WANT TO EVER LEAAAAVE?
Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers//non-negotiable, positivity is cool 💕
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My capacity for empathy
My generosity towards myself and others
My hot bod
My patience tolerance
My youth for enduring what I did to get to where I am
