muse

nineteen | writer

[vincentssins]

vi | nineteen | aroace — oc or fandom content .

writer who has terrible writing/art block .

masterlist coming soon | interests: the pitt , yes chef on quinn , hsr , jrwi , any role shawn hatosy plays honestly .

[dietcokepitt]

getting worked up over robby bc. ugh. duh SMUT AHEAD! 18+ MDNI! -> afab!reader x robby, unprotected p-in-v, pussy pronouns

you stopped wondering why it was like a switch flipped every time robby walked through the front door of his apartment. you didn’t really care, not anymore, not when he steps inside with those heavy, tired footfalls, creases under his eyes a little deeper, a deep sigh leaving him. the smooth, downward slope of his nose, the breadth of his shoulders as he shakes off another twelve-hour shift. you can’t help it, if your gaze goes hungry.

you almost feel guilty for it, almost, as gives you a slow wave hello as he drops his backpack by the door and leaves his keys in the catch-all. any guilt fades as he hooks his fingers underneath the collar of his scrub top, pulling it off, revealing a sliver of his curved abdomen and the happy trail that leads underneath his matching trousers. he tugs his olive green undershirt over his stomach. you shut your mouth in fear of drooling.

“okay day?” you ask him, from where you’re curled up on the couch as he approaches the back of it, leaning down and resting his hands on the upholstery. he drops his head to look at you, as a little smile plays at his face.

“as okay as it can get,” he says, taking one hand and pinching your cheeks between his fingers, giving your lips a slight pucker as he leans in to kiss you. your fingers curl into his shirt as his lips meet yours, and they stay there, even as he breaks away. you whine, gripping his shirt tighter, not letting him move an inch.

he laughs. “sweetheart, i needa get changed.”

“you can get changed right here,” you croon, kneeling on the cushions to face him, running your hands down his crewneck. “i missed you.”

“pretty girl,” his hand cups the side of your neck, thumbing the hair at the back of your head. he smiles, a little exasperated, as he looks down at you. “i missed you, too. can i go shower? please?”

another whiney sound escapes you, brows furrowing as you tug him closer. again, he laughs, a little disbelieving. “jesus christ.”

“you look so good right now.”

“thank you.”

“i want you.”

he chuckles. “i can tell.”

you shoot him a glare, lips jutted out in a little pout. your finger hooks into the drawstring of his pants. “don’t laugh.”

“oh, i’m sorry. this is serious for you.”

“this is very serious for me,” you mutter, tugging his scrub trousers along with his boxers down, just enough to free his half-chubbed cock.

he hisses, big hand finding its way onto the side of your neck. “can’t go a second without you trying to jump my bones.”

“can you blame me?” you ask him. you start pumping his cock in slow, lazy strokes, feeling him harden in your palm. your eyes stay locked with his, half-lidded and hungry.

his jaw shifts. he rubs at it with his free hand, shaking his head in resignation. he lets out a huff of air, amused. “no, sweetheart.”

“that’s what i thought,” you respond, self-satisfied, as you wrap your lips around the warm head of his cock. he groans, thick neck tilting back with the movement of his head, hand on your cheek shifting to fist into your hair. he lets you get your fill for a good minute or so — but robby’s old, and god knows he’d hate himself if he shot a load down your throat instead of fucking it into you the way you both want it, so he’s pulling you off and rounding the couch, climbing onto it and tugging you into his lap.

he pushes your shirt up over your chest, groaning lowly at the way your tits spill out of it, soft, nipples pebbling. lifts his big hands to palm at them, feeling the flesh between his fingers as you smile, giggle, at his ogling.

“happy?” he asks mindlessly, eyes lost in the sight of you bare-chested in front of him after a long, grueling work day. “got all my fuckin’ attention now.”

you’re in just your panties, because, of course you are — and a wanton moan leaves you as he cups your heat over the fabric. pink lace, wet and translucent under his palm. eagerly, you nod, a cheeky smile gracing your features as he pulls you in, slotting his lips with yours.

his fingers slip underneath the gusset of your underwear, if only to hear you gasp, to see the way your eyes widen a fraction. he hums in satisfaction when he comes into contact with your wetness, circling your clit in small, tight, slow motions. "jee-zus," he drawls, as you whine, licking into his mouth as you begin to gyrate your hips. he grins in an almost goading way, nodding against your lips as he mutters, "yeah. that's good. fuck yourself on my hand, sweetheart, just like that."

"robby," you shudder.

"i'm right here," he chuckles. you mewl at the sound, condescending and loving at the same time, his big brown eyes crinkling at the corners.

"shut up," you pant, continuing to grind down on his fingers as he trails them lower, slipping his index and middle digits into your waiting hole. you squeak, bottom lip getting caught between your teeth before they part again in a loud, pitchy moan. "can you–can you fuck me?"

"no magic word?"

you groan, rolling your eyes.

"none of that, hon, c'mon," he says, a grin on his face like he's fighting the urge to laugh. "say it. taught you to be nice."

through gritted teeth and a weak glare that shakes when he curls his fingers, you say, "can you fuck me, please?"

his smile splits wider. "'course i can.”

it’s only a handful of minutes before he’s got you on your back against the couch, knees up to your ears as he bullies his cock into you. he loves it, the way your face scrunches, those knit brows and puffy lips parted in silent gasps at the pleasure. big hands hold your thighs up and apart, squeezing at the flesh as the sound of his intense thrusts echo through the room, alongside your squeaks and mewls.

he’s had a hard day.

“mi—mike—“ you gasp, words coming out strained, almost choked at the press of your thighs against his chest and every thrust he gives you. “oh, my god, mikey, yes!” you moan, and the sound is so pornographic he can’t help the way he quickens his pace out of his own need.

“fuuuck. yeah? feel good?” he pants, letting out a soft whine of his own when you clench around him. he hooks your legs over his shoulders. “fuck, sweetheart. squeezin’ me so tight, look at her. wants me to stay in there forever, huh?”

eyes rolling back, you don’t register that you’ve already nodded. he chuckles lowly to himself, shaking his head. “pretty fuckin’ pussy, baby. suckin’ me in — oh,” he groans, watching with rapt attention the point where your two bodies collide.

“robby—oh, god, r–robby,” you mewl, body arching as far as it can underneath him. “i’m gonna come, robby, please, please let me come.”

“yeah,” he nods breathlessly, the warmth of his stomach pressing against yours causing you to tighten around him again, sending a hiss through his teeth. “fuck, yeah, sweetie. come all over this cock, show me what you can do,” he rambles, pinning his thumb over your clit and rubbing it in rapid circles, sending you over the edge.

he follows not long after, only slowing down once he feels his cock soften inside of you, wanting to watch the way his cum seeps out of you.

“that was so good, robby,” you mumble, close to mindless, eyes elsewhere once he finally lowers your legs. “fuck.”

he chuckles again, softly. “yeah, it was,” he rasps. “can i go take a shower now?” he asks.

you giggle. “yeah, yeah,” you mumble. “but only if you let me join you.”

he gives you a smile and holds out his hand. you take it.“yeah, y’can. just don’t get any ideas, you li’l freak. think i almost pulled a muscle back there.”

[whichwayisthebeach-seabass]

reader when she hears that front door open

[tears-of-acid-and-sluts]

Oh PAPA’S BIG MAD

[vincentssins]

i have a little blurb of words planned, so expect to see this eventually !

[lilstickerbook]

hey do u also get painfully turned on from “my poor baby” or are u normal

[vincentssins]

i like my men old, hot, and crazy

[unc-peepaw]

Puppy eyes Jack

[mermaidrobby]

he LOVES goggles

[mermaidrobby]

[abbotverse]

THE PITT - SMAU

pairings; jack abbot x fem!reader, mel x langdon, robby x whitaker, maybe more tbd...♡

basic info; reader started the same time as whitaker, santos and javadi. reader eventually switched to night shift, where she gets closer to jack abbot. i don't know much about medicine, so there will be inaccuracies on that front, LOL. this first chapter is just a little started chapter, we'll get down to business soon!

ps. they also have a groupchat with mel in it, she just asked not to be in the one in this post, because they text SO much that she cant keep up. they're more tame in the groupchat with her LMAO

also, there's use of y/n, but i try to keep it to a minimum :)

part 2

enjoy!! <3

[fandiagnosis]

live abbot reaction

[lissa]

1.01 “7:00 A.M.” vs. 2.15 “8:00 P.M.” | THE PITT

[vincentssins]

Petition to stop babying Whitaker in fanfiction because that boy is on a farm he WILL throw you around

[shadeofpeach]

need to use his back as a cat scratcher

[painflexer]

hearing titus saying / whispering “see? i told you it would be me who got you” and then fucks you in front of everyone so everybody knows that you’re his???????

[jackabbotcult]

[aninmudsman]

I'M NOT 50???? Gillion learns about human lifespans