Summary: Just a little blurb about reader and jack’s escapades in bed. With filming mini sex tapes being one of their favourite ways to spice things up in the bedroom.
Wordcount: 800 ~
Tags: Smut 18 + MDNI, sex tapes, dirty talk, pet names, idk its pretty self explanatory, no use of y/n, softdom!abbot, established relationship, freak4freak.
A/N: explicit writing eeeek! Luv the idea of freak4freak gotta meet each other on the same page, implied previous conversations on kink/boundaries etc. Healthy boundaries and communication is important and hot u guys!
Dividers by @strangergraphics!
There is really something about how Abbot loves to film you. He really is obsessed with you, the way you squirm under his gaze, under his touch, and of course under his filthy habit of filming little snippets of your sex life.
You can see it in his eyes, he’d be all sweet and loving on you rubbing down your tits, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as he bites down on your ear and jaw. You’d see the glint in his eyes when you moan a bit louder at the contact of his teeth with your jaw and he pulls back quickly, pushing into you deeply. Without missing a beat or thrust, Jack reaches over you to get his phone from the nightstand, telling his pretty girl to keep going, just like that, with you taking over, rocking your hips up towards Jack with a level of determination you reserve only for the bedroom. He takes his phone in one hand, and drills into you just the way you like it, eyes rolling back and whimpers running out of your mouth. Oh it’s like he is so obsessed with catching you mid orgasm, clawing at him to pay attention to you, but no, he is too busy with his phone,
“Sush, this is for us - for when we aren’t together baby”.
And you stretch more, over exaggerate like the good girl you are, tits up to the camera, desperate for him to tell you how well you are doing, a firm hand landing on the side of your hip, squeezing the soft flesh, half moons from his nails pressing into your skin.
“oh Jackie please, please, oh please - yes!”,
exclaiming as he aids you riding out that wave, thumb of his freehand swirling around your clit, laughing smugly at your desperation. As much as Jack loves to see you like this, his favourite part, to catch on camera, more than your desperate moans or your hips rocking harshly against his, is his ropes hitting your chest with you all blissed out, pussy pulsing from the sudden loss of him inside. He murmurs over and over as he cums -
“oh god yeah, such a pretty girl for me - oh god f-uck”.
He makes damn sure to zoom in on how his cum looks on your plush tits, capturing the obscenity of it all. As you both come down from it all, heavy breathing and deep kisses, Jack puts the phone down beside you turning it off. With one deep kiss on your jaw he tells you that he doesn’t think its possible to love you anymore, telling you in between laboured breaths that your his -
“Sweet, sweet angel, I love you so much baby”
If anyone found out what the two of you got up to in the bedroom, you’d be mortified, you think you’d have to leave the country from embarrassment, but in the moment Jack makes you feel so good, so safe and so loved that you couldn’t care less that he takes out his phone, in fact, you secretly love putting on the performance of a lifetime for him as he shines the camera light in your face. Afterwards, you are lying in bed, water in hand, chest cleaned with the precision only he could have, head on his chest curled in as if you’d die if you didn’t have as much surface area contact between your bodies as possible, asking Jack -
“You would never show anyone these videos would you?”
the post sex clarity and anxiety slowly seeping in. Jack sweeps the messy strands of your hair off your forehead, looking down on you with a level of softness that makes your legs weak. A look of concern washes over his eye, as he pushes those gorgeous, now damp, curls off of his forehead, trying to gauge how serious you are being right now. You know he wouldn’t ever actually do anything with the video or spread it around, but you need to be reassured anyways.
“No sweetness, why would I ever do something so cruel to you?”
And you hum sleepily against his side curled up, and god, you would do anything to stay like this forever. As you sink further into his side, Jack thinks of all the times he’s looked at the select few videos he has of you, tucked away in a private password protected folder, made especially for when your schedules don’t align and god the sound of your moans nearly give him a heart attack with how much it makes him want you. It leaves him counting down the hours until the next time he gets to hear you keen “Jackie” at him again. He sighs in sync with you, wondering what he did to deserve a woman like you in his life, his sweet, sweet girl.
synopsiswhen you get a phone call from robby at 2 am when he's supposed to be sabotical your mind kicks you into all the horror stories. when he doesnt pick up when you try to call him back what choice do you have but to drive across states to get to him
warningsSMUT MDNI. handjob, boob play, fingering, dirty talk, language, slight praise kink, spanking, oral (f! receiving and m! receiving) a bit of dom robby and dom reader? p in v penetration. this ones loooonnng, there's illusions/ worries of suicide
authornotei know he was going to some head smashed in place but that was too far so he's closer to home. btw i am british, i haven't got a clue how far lake huron actually is from where the pitt is so let's just pretend
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Everybody knew that a phone call past midnight was never a good thing. Nine times out of ten it was bad news- however- working in the ER you realised bad news didn't wait for the strikes of a clock, it simply delivered when it was due.
So when your phone rang next to you on your bed at 01:39am you picked up without checking the name of the caller. Without checking if it was the 'Night Crawlers' asking for your help though you'd only gotten out five hours ago.
“Hello?” you mumbled, your vocal chords holding on for dear life.
Heck- you'd only been asleep three hours.
“Hey.”
You yawned. “Hey.”
There was a low chuckle down the line of the phone. “Sorry, I er- I didn't mean to wake you.”
“No, it's fine. You didn't,” you said though they absolutely did.
It took your sleep ridden mind a moment to recognise the low drawl on the other end of the phone. Robby.
Your body jerked awake with your minds realisation. “Robby.” You reached over, flicking on your lamp and sitting up in bed, pulling the covers closer to your chest. “What's going on? Is everything okay?”
There was a muffled sort of noise down the end of the line.
“Yeah... yeah... everything's fine.”
You waited for more. For some sort of explanation as to why he was calling you.
“I shouldn't have called.” Was all you got instead.
“No!” you said abruptly. “No, I'm glad you did. How's-how's wherever you are?”
“It's good. It's quiet.”
It wasn't an unusual occurrence for Robby to call, the two of you had fallen into a routine of calling each other after hard days or good days. Your phone was compromised with calls from either your parents or Robby and the calls from Robby were heavily outweighing any others.
They lasted hours usually, the both of you calling it seemed as soon as you were each through the doors of your separate apartments. Even if you spent all day together in the ER, you never got tired of each other. You'd talk about the days traumas or something annoying Gloria had done. Other calls were maybe only minutes long where one of you would ask if the other would come over with pizza and beer.
Some- few and far between- lasted all night, the both of you falling asleep on either ends, plugging in your phones for the night and only ending it when you were both on your way into work.
But Robby had left on his great Sabbatical a week ago and you'd been faced with silence ever since.
“Too quiet?” you asked, pulling at the tassels of the blanket over your covers.
He hummed down the line. “Jus... different quiet.”
You nodded. “Is it pretty up there?”
“... Very.”
“You should send me pictures.”
“Yeah, I-” he cut himself off with a small annoyed grunt that you almost didn't pick up.
You could hear the silence beyond his words. No shuffling around like he did in his apartment, no low static from a tv just... nothing. “Hey, is everything okay?”
“Yeah, I jus...”
“Yeah?”
There was a deep sigh down the line. “I just wanted to hear your voice.”
The worry that had clasped around your heart since the day he left gave a tight squeeze. Your stomach re-arranged and your mind went blank.
“Robby?”
“I just wanted to hear it.”
“Stay on the line with me, then, let's talk. Talk about anything.”
“It's late, I should... go,” he uttered. “Let you sleep.”
“No, I wanna talk, I-” there was suddenly very little on the other end of the phone. “Robby? Robby?”
You looked down to your phone and your home screen was staring back at you. A picture of Robby, leaning over the nurses counter with a pair of glamours and far too big sunglasses on. You'd snapped it in seconds, made it your background in even less time.
Why? Because he was your friend. Probably your closest friend.
And he'd just called to hear your voice and put the phone down.
Your fingers fumbled as you called his name but got nothing. You tried twice more before you stumbled on your feet and started to dress, picking up whatever clothes that weren't scrubs from your bedroom floor.
You hastily parked, narrowly missing another car parked out front the Pitt. You ran through the ambulance bay, ignoring those that saw you and questioned if you were working today.
You ran through like you were hurt. You might be- if Robby was.
“Jack!” you rushed in, yelling.
“Woah- hey!” said Ellis, the first to find you. “Everything alright with you?”
“Is Jack around?” you asked, breathless like you'd ran all the way.
“He's in a trauma, honey,” said Lena, clocking you. “Are you okay?”
You shook your head, hands on your hips as you caught your breath. You'd tried Robby at least ten more times, dropped him texts and were getting nothing back. Complete radio silence like he'd dropped off the face of the earth.
You prayed he hadn't.
The doors to trauma two flung open and Jack walked out, clocking you at once as he pulled off his gown and gloves.
“Hey- what's going on?” he asked.
You rushed to him like he was a lifeline and you were drowning. Your chest felt so tight you might've been.
Jack caught your arms. “Woah, woah, woah, you don't look so good, what's happened?”
“It's Robby.”
Jack's face dropped, his hands gripping your elbows to either steady himself or you. “What's happened?” he asked, seriously.
The two of you walked away from the residents slowly forming, hearing 'Robby' and nothing on the other end.
You brushed your hair back, sweat beading at your forehead. “He called me. Randomly! He just called, said he wanted to hear my voice, that was half an hour ago and now he's just- he's not picking up. I've called, I've text but there's nothing.”
“Did he say anything else?” asked Jack.
“No, not really.”
The two of you paused at a quiet corner.
Jack took in a deep breath.
“Jack, I'm scared what if he.... what if he's?” you chocked on the word you couldn't say, hand clamping to your mouth like you might throw up.
His hand held your back, firm. “He wouldn't.”
You shook your head. You wished you could believe it but he'd seemed so defeated when he left. After a whole day of telling people he didn't know when he'd be back, if he was coming back at all he'd left you with a lingering hug, promising you he would be back.
The phone call didn't feel like a promise. It felt like a break.
Jack was silent, thinking while you were trying everything not to.
“I'm really scared he would,” you whispered.
Jack nodded, understanding. He'd done everything to try to make him stay, or everything to at least get him on the right tracks of searching for help and not running from demons.
If there was anyone who could have got through to Robby it was Jack... or it was you.
“Where's he staying again?” you asked Jack.
“It was a lake, cabin there... Lake Huron?” Jack searched through his phone. “He gave me the address, or I pried it out of him- here-” he showed you his phone.
You snatched it from him, startling him for a moment. You found your contact in Jack's phone that was rather low on contacts and forwarded the address to you. “I'll go find him.”
“Are you sure?” he asked, hands on his hips again. “Are you even okay to be driving?”
“I'll go mad, I will drive myself crazy wondering if he's okay if I don't go.”
Maybe Jack could see it in you then, could see the desperation.
“If this is a cry for help I'll help him.”
Jack sighed, half resigned, half knowing that if you didn't go, he would. “Okay... Okay. I'll keep trying him here. Take this-” he all but forced some protein bars in your hand before embracing you. “Drive safe, call me if you need anything and I mean anything.”
You let yourself for a second enjoy the comfort. “What if I get there and it's too late?”
Jack pulled back, cradling you. “You won't. Don't think about that, okay?”
It was all you could think about, the idea voiced out loud to the universe. The only thing that pushed you from Jack and back out the Pitt was the longer you lingered, the more you'll miss him.
His motorbike was there, sat like an insult.
You'd pulled up and stared at the bike like it had personally offended you. It had. It was the very thing that drove him away from you and it sat there like it belonged with Robby and you didn't.
Maybe it was the hundreds of miles you'd driven, the hours it took or the several calls un-answered but you got out your car, hitting the side of your door into the metal.
There was a satisfying scratch as you did so and then you did so again and again until you were sure you'd made your distaste clear, until you'd thrown your anger and worry into the thing-
“Hey! Hey! Hey!” called out a voice and rushed feet. “What are you doing!?”
Robby was in low gey sweat pants and a white shirt, bare foot as he walked out the cabin, marching over. Out of his scrubs he looked almost un-recognizable but you'd know him anywhere.
You stood from your car and he stopped in place.
Robby frowned, squinting through the sun. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I- What am I-” you stuttered. Did he expect you not to do anything about the heart ache he'd given you.
Robby watched as you rounded your car.
You'd thought a hundred terrible things you'd find on your way over. You'd thought of all the things you'd say to him if you found him safe and sound. They all evaporated as you pushed him.
Robby stumbled back when your hands shoved at his chest. “Wha-”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” you yelled. Admittedly- it was not one of the things you thought you'd say to him.
“What the fuck were you doing to my bike?” he yelled back, not harshly but having to shout over your own voice.
“What the fuck were you doing calling me in the middle of the night?!” you pushed at him again but he didn't move or say anything. You shoved him and shoved him. He only rocked on his heels, didn't even wince.
Were you hurting him even a fraction of the way he hurt you?
“You couldn't answer your phone?” you snapped. “Are you kidding me? I was scared! I was so fucking scared!”
“Okay-okay-” he finally fought back, batting away every wave of your arms.
“You scared me! I was scared! I was so scared! I was... I was-”
“Okay, okay.”
You didn't know who gave up first, whether it was you or Robby but you were quickly brought into his chest. His arms pulled at you till you were pulled into him and he held you in his grasp. You could blame it on exhaustion later but you let yourself sink into him and grasp at the back of his shirt.
You could feel his heart beating and felt he was alive.
Robby led you into the cabin and spared you the tour, taking you first into the kitchen and sitting you down on the stall. He poured you a coffee, making it just the way you appreciated.
It was warm inside, all deep wood and open space. Large windows overlooked the lake glistening in the early morning sun. There was a bag left by the door, the jacket Robby had worn leaving slung over the back of a chair.
Other than that there was little sign of a life he'd seemed so happy to run to.
Across from you, Robby pulled out his phone and turned the power off.
“You turned it off?” you asked.
He nodded without looking at you, watching as it slowly came to life. “After calling you I... yeah.”
Together you watched as his lifeless background flickered to brightness before dozens of texts and missed calls began notifying him.
“Might want to turn that off again,” you said with a breathless chuckle.
You watched as Robby watched every call and text come through. You knew some of your texts were worried, 'please call me!' some were angrier that he'd have you so worried.
“I just, needed some space,” said Robby, rubbing the back of his head.
“You called me.”
He looked down but bobbed his head in a nod. “Yeah, I did.”
“Why?” you uttered, wrapping your hands around the hot mug of coffee. You hadn't realised how cold you were until you felt the heat. “Why call me and then turn off your phone you must have known I'd worry.”
Robby looked up at you through his lashes. His hair had gotten longer, beard too. It made him look younger and refreshed but his eyes were still dark. “I wasn't thinking. I didn't do it to hurt you.”
You nodded, trying to understand. “Did you do it to hurt yourself?”
Finally, it was as if he understood.
Robby walked around the counter and settled in the stall next to you. He didn't reach for your hand, didn't hold you at all but his body curved around you. “I called you because I wanted to hear your voice. I've been alone for a week and all I've wanted to do was talk to you. I thought hearing your voice would-” he wrapped his fingers into a fist to announce something but the words didn't follow.
“You have no idea how scared I was that something happened to you,” you uttered, hardly feeling your lips move but you felt the effect of the words between the two of you.
Still, Robby didn't say sorry.
He didn't say anything.
Carefully you un-wrapped your fingers from the mug and stood up.
Robby's eyes watched you go.
“I should call Jack, I told him I'd call when I got here. So...”
On the front steps of the porch you settled down and texted Jack, not finding the strength to explain over the phone. You told him Robby was safe, knowing he'd be finishing up his shift and heading home.
At least one of you would get a good nights sleep.
The wind whispered of kindness and the warmth you’d never felt before kissed your skin. It calmed you- if only for a second. Maybe that was why Robby had ran here.
The front door squeaked Robby stepped out, stretching in the glow.
His shirt rode up enough for you to be welcomed with a slither of his stomach, wide and hair trailing down his joggers.
You cleared your throat and turned away. “Sorry about your bike.”
He chuckled. “Not me you should apologise to, but Duke.”
“He’s doing well by the way,” you said. “If you haven’t been speaking to him, he’s been coming in, asking about treatment. I’ve took over his case.”
Robby nodded like he knew this. “I wouldn't trust anyone else.”
Was that why he called you? In a way you were flattered, glad that he had called but you couldn't quite feel it through the fear yet.
Robby moved as if he was going to settle down next to you and you jumped up before he could. He stepped back, peering through the light to look at you.
“Well I'm glad you're okay,” you said, dusting off your pants. “But I should probably go.... I got work.”
Robby shook his head. “No you don't. Just cause I'm not working doesn't mean I don't see the scedule.”
Ah.
If anything you'd love to stay, for an hour, for a day, for the rest of his trip. Ever since you and Robby had met his presence was warmth to you even if his attitude sometimes came off as anything but.
But the longer you stay with Robby the less you can be held accountable for what your thoughts conjured up.
“You drove over five hours through the night to come up here. Three hundred and sixty miles,” he stated as if reading from some charting notes.
“Because I was worried about you.”
He was a step over you, his body looming. “Stay a while. At least drink your coffee and get some rest.”
You had, a very rare, two days off ahead of you. You could drink the coffee and even get in a nap before heading home. In your mind you were already planning to go home and sleep till you were called in.
Robby's hands pushed against each other in front of his chest. “Please.”
“Okay.”
Still neither of you moved from the steps.
The birds overhead sung a song for the two of you and the trees stopped in their breeze to watch what would come next.
“You wanna see the lake?” Robby asked, moving down the stairs before you could say anything.
He led you around the cabin and there still wasn't a whisper of life. You hadn't noticed any other houses up the road you travelled nor another human. Silence and rest was good for a time but three months for a man that fell asleep either with the tv or listening to your voice didn't seem healthy.
The lake was still, only small ripples from fish bobbing seen. Across the way- and it was far- there was maybe another house or two, docks and boats. Larger houses than you could ever afford, prettier then you'd ever have the time to do up.
You were already calculating how fast one of his 'neighbours' could get to him if something should happen.
Robby crouched next to you, brushing his fingers in the water.
“You been swimming?”
“In lake water, no.”
“Why not? It's nice.”
He didn't seem convinced.
You didn't know what you were thinking. Well... you hadn't really been thinking the last several hours. You rolled your jean pants up till they were under the knee and slipped off your shoes and socks.
“Are you? What?” Robby mumbled as you slowly stepped in.
First your feet squelched in mud before it found stones and pebbles. The water was cold but not unwelcome as it stroked against your ankles.
Oddly, it focused you.
“You've had this lake here the whole time and haven't done anything about it?” you asked, facing away from him.
Robby didn't say anything.
When you turned, wondering if he was still there, you found him in the water, slowly making his way to you. His feet were already bare and he'd tried to roll up his grey sweat pants but one of the legs had fallen down and a darker grey was creeping up.
“Jesus-” his winced, tensing. “Fucking cold.”
“Baby,” you uttered under your breath.
He crossed his arms over his chest, the shirt pulling at his arms.
“You just have to get used to it,” you told him, dipping your hands in.
Robby still didn't seem convinced, standing there with his body rigid.
Maybe he hadn't been relaxing like you thought this last week.
There was a beat of anger in your heart again. It was quickly replaced by... something else. Something you couldn't put a label to. Something that told you you needed to see him smile, or hear him laugh and that you'd do nearly anything for it. You wanted to feel the planes of his shoulders relax under your touch alone.
You plunged your hands in and brought them up in a quick whoosh- successfully splashing Robby.
His head whipped around as he jumped at the cold. Water ran down his nose, dripping into his beard.
You were only supposed to give him a hard glare but you couldn't help but laugh at the sign of his anger while dripping.
“It's not funny,” he said using his best doctor voice.
You laughed again and turned away.
Suddenly there was a splash and cold water ran down your back, soaking your top. It stuck to your back and chilled your spine.
Robby stood there, hands wet and smile all too smug.
The both of you ended up chuckling, splashing each other, each trying to run away while stay close enough in the shallow water to win one over on the splashing scale.
“Robby! Stop! Stop!” you shrieked as he got sizable splashes on you.
Your feet stumbled in the rocks, your body pitching back.
At once Robby was in front of you, arm wrapping around your waist and drawing you up.
“Easy, easy.”
Your own heart was racing, you knew that much. Through the thin material of your shirt that was sticking to you from water you could feel another beating heart, it's rhythm practically matched with your own.
Robby's hair was damp, droplets of water falling between the two of you. You could see the indents of his chest as his shirt stuck to him and the other leg on his joggers had fallen.
He couldn't have cared less, not when he was looking in your eyes in the way that he was.
You couldn't help it. Really, you couldn't. Your eyes flickered down to his lips of their own accord.
“Why did you call me?” you asked again.
Robby breathed against you, his arm holding tight while his fingers curled and un-curled on your hipbone. He gulped before he spoke. “Because I missed you. Since walking away from you a week ago I... I've missed you.”
That you knew.
“I'm fucked up,” he added. “I know I have a hundred and one things I need to figure out and think about but you're all I can think about. You're in my head all day.”
“What does that mean?” You asked.
You could guess what all the late night calls and lingering touches meant, or the smiles he only gave to you. Guessing wasn’t knowing.
Knowing was as his lips met yours. They were chapped and light to the touch but his arm was strong around you, holding you in. His fingertips dug into the skin of your hips, voicing the need his lips were tentative to give.
You knew you risked slipping but you stretched up on your toes to meet him, to push your lips against his.
His arm curled around you, his other hand engulfing your face in his large palm. You kissed him back harder.
Robby’s nose bent against yours as he angled deeper, breaking apart only a fraction for a breath.
You flattened yourself against his chest, practically climbing up.
He held onto you, letting you as your arms wrapped around his shoulders.
Your tongue traced his lips and he pulled back. “Please.”
Robby pulled back your hair, hand holding your face into his. “Stay. I want to take you up to that cabin. I want to make you mine. I never want you to leave.”
His teeth grazed the lobe of your ear, biting down before soothing it.
The lake washed up to your calves as you nodded.
The walk up to the cabin was filled with grabbing and pulling hands, eager lips and hushed whimpers.
Robby slid the back doors open, slamming them shut behind him before grabbing you again.
Your hands were all over him, feeling the curve of his body as you both led the way and let his own hands dictate where you move to. His hands, cold and wet, dragged under your shirt and groped at any bits of skin he could get.
You whimpered against his lips when his hands crawled up your back.
Robby gasped into your mouth, his tongue prodding yours. “I'm obsessed with you.”
The two of you stumbled your way to the sofa. You pulled at Robby's shirt and he broke away long enough- though resigned to throw his shirt off.
He reached to kiss you but your hands met his chest and you nudged him down on the sofa. He fell back with a humph and you could see the hardening line of his cock and your mouth watered.
Robby grabbed your hip before you could get an eye full and tugged you into his lap. His tongue was in your mouth, your saliva mixed with his as you let your hands wonder down his chest to his round stomach. You wanted to feel all of it and more.
“Don't, don't,” he mumbled against your lips, the word hardly legible as he wouldn't pull away long enough.
It wasn't an order. He just didn't want you to feel the curve of his stomach.
Did he know how you drooled for him?
You dragged your nails lightly over him. “I love your body, Robby. I always wanted to see you under your clothes.”
You kissed under his jaw, holding onto the side of his face as you nuzzled into his neck, kissing and biting at the skin. There was the faint trace of sweat and wood on him and your breathed him in.
“Yeah?” his voice came out hoarse.
You nodded into him.
Robby's hands grabbed at your backside and squeezed. He brought you in closer to his cock that you struggled to feel through the layers of clothes.
But you knew it was there and you knew he was hard.
He moved you against him and moved your hair back, sucking on the skin he could find an leaving trails of saliva as he moved down the path.
“Robby,” you groaned. Your hand moved between the two of you to sink between your bodies, grasping his dick through his sweats.
He seethed. His fingers wrapped around your neck gently, forcing you back to look at him . His eyes were hooded, glued to your lips. “You want it?”
Your fingers played with the elastic of his joggers. “I want it. I've wanted it-”
“- don't say it-”
“- so long, Robby. Wanted it for so long.” Slowly your hand wrapped around him.
He was hot and your hand wrapped around the thickness of him and the length that only continued to grow as you slowly coaxed your hand up and down. There was pre-cum leaking over your hands and you used it to your leverage.
“Wanted it when we'd call every night, every time you'd come over.”
Robby's eyes fluttered close and his head tilted back on the sofa. His jaw worked at holding on the tension. “Fuck.”
You watched the flush of his face as you slowly moved your hand, jerking him slow enough to drive him insane. He drove you insane, and not just from acting like you both didn't understand what all those small things meant between each other. But driving you mad all night.
“Your cock feels so good,” you whispered.
“It's not even inside you yet.”
Robby lurched suddenly and kissed you hard enough that you could feel the indent of his teeth through his lips.
You couldn't help but work him a little faster, his breath becoming laboured.
Eventually though he forced your hand out of his pants and pushed your arms up. He threw off your shirt and before you knew it his face was smooched between your breasts.
You gasped, your hips rocking into his again as your back arched. He perused your every move. “Robby!”
His teeth grazed your breast before he pulled your bra down and freed yourself. His hand groped while he focused his attention on the other one, tugging your bra down.
Shit, his tongue was wet and hot as it made a path from one to the other and travelled back and forth.
Your hands wound around his neck, fingers running through the ends of his hair.
His beard scratched your chest as you angled yourself into his mouth. He took a nipple in, swirling his tongue.
“Sh-shit,” you gasped.
“Grind on me,” he said, still holding your breast in mouth. “Grind on me- atta girl.”
Your hips moved against him, not only dragging your throbbing pussy over his cock but the meat of his thighs. Anything for some friction and you could feel the dampening of your knickers.
Robby groaned as he gave his attention to the other breast, leaving your chest wet and you a withering mess.
“Robby I really need you,” you uttered. “Really need you now.”
He chuckled against your chest before slowly winding his way back up. “Easy, we've got all day,” he said as he reached around and un-clasped your bra.
You shook your head. “Don't wanna wait.”
He grinned.
“Been so long, Robby,” you whined. “Do you want to wait?”
It was as if he'd realised that in making you wait he'd have to make himself wait.
“No.”
In a struggle Robby managed to pop the buttons of your jeans and get his hand down your pants.
Gently, his middle finger slowly worked your clit.
“Huh-oh,” you moaned.
“I could slip in just like that,” Robby uttered. “So wet, huh?”
You nodded, your mouth hanging open as a finger of his slipped in and curled.
You grabbed onto his shoulders, fingers digging in as he pumped his finger inside of you and curled it. All the while he watched your face contort in pleasure.
“You like that?” he asked, quiet.
You hummed, lips pursing.
“Tell me, tell me.”
“Really like it, Robby.”
He kissed you again, the both of you equally as desperate to get any part of each other you could. The smack of lips and the groans and moans bounced around the room.
“Stand up, stand up,” he urged, taking his finger and making you stand.
In a daze you did, thinking this was when he stirred you toward the bedroom.
Instead he harshly pulled down you pants and panties and shoved his face into your cunt.
You squealed out a gasp as his tongue flicked your clit, hands prying apart your thighs as Robby sat on the edge of the sofa. He flattened his tongue against you and rubbed up and down. “Oh fuck- oh fuck!”
His hand left your body and returned with a harsh slap to your ass cheeks. They rippled under his palm and jolted your body into him, his nose brushing your bundle of nerves.
Robby slapped your ass again and again until you were crying out. His fingers dug into the flesh or you ass, prying it apart as he worked in tongue in deeper inside of you.
“Robby, I'm not gonna... I'm gonna-”
He moaned into you as he carried on messaging your ass cheeks apart, reaching deeper and deeper into you. He pulled back to spit on your pussy before licking and slurping and making out with it.
“Robby I'm gonna- gonna cum!”
In seconds you were releasing all over his mouth and as you expected him to pull away he went further in.
The cabin was full of sounds of sin as you came down from you high and Robby took it all in. He kissed away the mess, licking it up as his fingers rubbed around your pussy.
Your legs trembled. He kept an arm wrapped around the back of them to steady you into him, like holding his favourite meal close.
He cleaned you up good and your heart calmed down. The only thing you were left hearing in the cabin was the sound of both your laboured breaths.
“You're good at that.”
Robby pulled back, wiping away his mouth with the back of his hand. He stood slowly and you could see the heavy outline of his cock. “Just wait till you see how good I am in the sack.”
You chuckled. “Is that what the old people call it?”
He cocked his head aside and kissed his teeth. “Oh you're asking for it.”
He swatted at your ass again and forcefully turned you around. He pulled your hips in and you could feel the rub of his cock through the material of his joggers.
For a moment you thought he was going to bend you over and fuck you there.
With his hands guiding your hips and his front rubbing against your ass he lead you up the stairs, only forcing you to stop once on there to make out with you like you were teenagers sneaking in after a party.
His room was large and much more lived in with rumpled sheets and clothes thrown around. There was a pile of scrubs in the corner from how fast he'd left after work. The tv was still on but the volume turned down low.
His hands were on your neck, kissing you again.
You indulged, running your tongue along his as his hand instantly went down to your pussy.
“Get on the bed.”
You didn't listen. Instead, you slowly lowered to your knees in front of him, pulling down his sweats.
“No, no, no I wanna fuck you, honey.”
“You will,” you assured.
His hand wrapped in your hair but he didn't force you into anything. “Now, can't wait.... can't wait.”
“Let me take care of you,” you said. “Please.”
Robby couldn't say no.
Robby was a large guy and his cock showed it. It was a good length but it was the thickness that had you wet. You darted out and took the head of him in your mouth.
Any dismissal died on his lips in a groan as his head tilted back, his hands flying to the back of his neck as he brushed his hair back, basking in the feel of your mouth.
The salty taste of his precum landed on you tongue and you swirled it around the head of him, wrapping your hand around the base. You took an inch of him more and more, stirred on by his groans.
You only had half of him before you retracted and went down again, bobbing up and down and letting spit spill as you hands moved around what you didn't take.
“Stop, stop,” he panicked and pulled you off and up. He stepped out of his jogging bottoms. “I'll cum in your mouth but not tonight... not tonight.”
Robby crowded you as you shuffled onto the bed, falling into the sheets that smelled like him. He forced his tongue in your mouth as he pumped his cock, teasing himself at your entrance. “I don't have condoms.”
“I'm on the pill.”
“Okay-okay, spread your legs a little more, just like that, baby,” he coaxed.
Slowly- he guided himself in.
There was a push of pain as his cock found its home and he groaned at the feel of your walls, the sound ripped from the back of his throat.
“Oh- oh fuck!”
“Please... more,” you whined, clawing at his shoulders.
He shook his head. “I'll cum. Fuck, I'll cum.”
“I want you to.” And you did. You didn't care if it was over in seconds, you just wanted to feel him, know he was there with you as one. And know later you could spend time taking him, spend time dragging out pleasure till you cried from it.
“No you don't, no you don't,” he said, coaching himself. “You want this to last.”
He pushed in more and the pain disappeared once he'd pushed all of him in, bracing his weight on his hands at either side of you.
“Robby-” you arched your back up, wanting the weight of him on you. Wanting- needing to be engulfed by everything that was him.
Like he understood from your simple whine he let his weight dip on your chest as he pulsed inside of you. Then he was slowly moving out, the tip of his cock jutting out your entrance before he pushed in again.
Eventually there was a mix of your whines, his breathless groans and the creak of the bed as Robby created a rhythm of movement. The thrusts that had him bottoming out in you, that had your nails scratching his skin and the bed rattiling.
“Tell me you missed me,” he said, picking up his head from where he was busy kissing marks into your neck.
“I missed you.”
“Tell me you'll always need me.”
You moan as the head of his cock reaches your g-spot.
“Always. Always.”
Robby's hand caressed down you leg before he hitched it up around his waist and you pushed him in deeper with the advantage. “I'm not gonna last, wanted this so long, not gonna last. You gotta come for me, yeah?”
“Want you to- want you to-” the familiar burn of heat and pleasure in your stomach coiled tight, tighter than ever.
“I will, I will,” he growled low in his throat, hiking your leg higher, reaching you deeper. The rock of the bed grew as the smack of your bodies echoed. “We have time for more, so much more, but I need to feel you cum on my cock. Make me happy... take care of me. You wanna do that don't you? You wanna take care of me?”
The hand that wasn't holding your thigh up cupped your cheek, getting your attention.
You nodded and focused on the feel of him.
Robby nodded along and the plap of your bodies grew faster, steadier. “Come on, come on, come on...”
With a loud whine you let go, clutching at his shoulders and holding him in. Your thigh spasmed in hir grip.
Robby grunted in the line of your jaw, riding out your orgasm with a couple more hard thrusts before he pumped inside of you. “Ah... ah...” his body slumped onto yours even as he slowly moved in and out, trembling as both your orgasms spilled out onto the sheets of his bed.
Your hand fell to the back of his head, stroking him there.
His cock was softening inside of you, twitching out the last of his orgasm.
Robby kissed you slow like he had in the lake, like you were all starting again. “I... I...”
You kissed him again. The words he was trying to say had been in every tender moment between the two of you. The laughter's and invitations to each others houses and lives. Every touch he'd given you and every kiss carried the words he couldn't speak.
The sun kissed his glowing skin over you and you could see it written in his skin.
Call him a freak, but there's nothing Michael Robinavitch loves more than watching you touch yourself. (gn!reader)
He sits at the foot of the bed in a chair dragged from his office down the hall. The chair creaks when Michael undoes his pants to bring out his cock, but the old thing holds strong as he begins to pleasure himself.
Michael's been hard for a long while now. How could he not be, watching you stroke yourself with delicate motions, hearing you gasp to yourself, moaning his name softly as your toes curl in pleasure? If he didn't like the torture so much (of you and him), Michael would already be fucking you, plunging his cock in and out of that tight hole of yours until you're both cumming your brains out.
But he's a disciplined man. He watches, takes in the beautiful thing quivering for him and him alone, and keeps stroking his cock.
During it all, Michael has to wear his glasses. He says it's because you like how they look on him, but really he can't make out the look of pleasure on your face from all the way down the length of the bed. It makes it all the better, because it means you'll be rearing to suck him off once you're all wrung out from your orgasms. Win-win.
summary [jack’s pov] six years after that six month leave, a glimpse into the future, on your 35th birthday.
warnings proof jack abbot has a heart ™, grief and loss, jack’s late wife, jack is a girl dad, implied suicide, brief postpartum depression discussion, mention of postpartum and religious psychosis, widowed jack abbot, morbid humor, robby the wise man, hucklerobby, kingdon, walshellis (if you squint) first three photos (gerbil’s ig, her text, and her tweet) happen a year before the other photos!
a/n took a while to address abbot being a widow but here it is! i was always intentional in some of the texts and her nicknames (gerbil and angel) were always meant to foreshadow the ending. i didn’t want the ending to be something of shock value, i do genuinely believe it was warranted. just because everything gets better physically doesn’t indicate anything getting better mentally. i don’t think time heals all wounds. i hope you guys have enjoyed this smau, i never planned for it to go on this long. i think this is the best ending for her, we can agree to disagree if you think otherwise 💌 also finished this just in time for me to start locking in for finals 🫶🏽🫶🏽 have a great finals season everyone !!
warnings author tries to be funny ™, gerbil’s brother, sap, proof jack abbot has a heart, gerbil finds herself
a/n this is not a banger, and i know bangers; i’m trying to post earlier bc it really occurred to me not every one is on est; a short one for the long ones that follow…
something something secretly sleeping w dbf!robby and he comes over one night when your parents are away on holiday. you’re lazily making out with him on the couch and then he kisses down your neck, before mumbling you ever gotten high before? and you shake your head. he then pulls out a bag from his jeans pocket, which contained one joint and one lighter.
you eagerly pull him outside, sitting him down on the seat in your backyard, before sitting down on his lap and letting him light up the joint. you go to take it from him but he pulls it away and you pout, rolling your eyes when he chuckles softly at you. he then instructs you to open your mouth slightly and you obey, your mouth slightly agape as he takes a drag of the joint. he then grips your chin and holds you in place as he leans forward, mouth over yours as he blows the smoke into your mouth—you then close the gap, sloppily kissing him while you wrap your arms around his neck.
hi my name is Pitt fan. I am the most empathetic person you will ever meet. you all are sick for not having more grace for addicts. Robby deserved his mother's abandonment. hi my name is Pitt fan. I am the wokest person you will ever meet. I adore frank langdon and I stand with my cancelled wife who's done/said several things with racial or misogynistic biases. why aren't we calling evil Robby out more on his blatant racism and misogyny.
hi my name is Pitt fan. I have no unconcious bias of my own. jack abbot is the sexiest man alive when he's condescending. evil Robby can go to hell for talking down to women that's the most unprofessional disgusting behavior I've ever seen in my life. hi my name is Pitt fan. I'm the most morally correct person you'll ever meet. despite his flaws jack abbot is the most liberal leftist woke character on the show remember ☝️ the abortion. Robby who also fudged numbers and protected heather in the same case actually just did it to be condescending and evil. because he's evil.
"Robby hates women" yeah and that's why he insists that Santos goes to the trauma counselor. That's why he trusts Kiara implicitly to help with difficult issues. That's why he encourages Mel to share how she feels about her deposition multiple times. That's why he jokes with Al-hashimi when they're getting the urine sample from Baby Jane Doe and why he uses her first name in a comforting, soft voice when she asks for his help. That's why Dana may be one of the only people that really knows him. That's why he overstepped into Whitaker's personal life when Santos expressed concern for him. That's why he strives to push Javadi and Mohan to be their best, to do their best, because he knows they're capable of more than they believe. That's why he apologizes to both of them when he blows up at them without thinking, because he knows it's just a side effect of whatever is going on in his head and shouldn't affect them. That's why he listens to McKay when she gives him advice and redirection. That's why he advocates for female patients so passionately.
Does he have his biases? He's a 50-ish year old white man, of course he does. He has blind spots the same as everyone. But to say that he's just a misogynist that throws all his problems at women indiscriminately, especially when we saw plenty of projection and vitriol with the men close to him--Langdon, Abbot, Duke--is minimizing a vivid, complex representation of someone struggling with their mental health.
it is not lost on me and it should not be lost on you either that it was a wealthy, seemingly normal man who likes to go golfing with his buddies that assaulted emma when digby, an unhoused man who society often views as inherently inhumane, has treated everyone (including emma) with kindness.
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