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IMO, the main difference between Robby and Carter is that Robby is a quieter lover. The occasional groan or hitched breath, but mostly he prefers to listen because your cries of pleasure are music to your ears.

Carter, on the other hand, is a screamer. He isn't shy about shouting your name for the world to hear. He wants you to know how hot you are and how he's the luckiest man in the world to have you.

Those are my horny thots about both of them. XD

I feel like Robby would say a little, not like overly dirty talking babbling, but when/if he wants to tease you or get you there or just loses it in how good he feels, it comes tumbling out.

Your pussy stretches around Robby, the sensation so intense it almost feels like you're being split in two. He starts to move, his hips pistoning as he fucks you hard and deep. He groans, his head falling forward. His balls slap against your ass with each thrust, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The bed shakes and creaks under the force of your passion, the headboard slamming into the wall with each powerful drive.

"You're so tight," he says, his voice strained. "So wet. Fuck, you feel amazing."

Carter is desperate and runs his mouth.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, urging him to go harder. He obliges, his hips moving in a steady, punishing rhythm. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through you, making your body shake. "Oh—oh my God, you're so beautiful; you should see yourself. Wish we had a mirror in here. FUCK, you feel so good around my cock, sweetheart." His voice rises, showing how desperate he is.

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Hey Jas how about for the more fic writers asks: 1, 5, 11?

The last sentence you wrote? You and Robby delve into the fries, enjoying the salty, crispy goodness

5. First sentence of the fifth paragraph of an unpublished WIP? It's been a long week, filled with patients, paperwork, and stress, but it all melts away as you sit here, listening to the rain and feeling the comforting presence of your significant other beside you.

11. A WIP you'd like to finish someday? I would love to write that one, Firefighter!Reader x Rabbot. I'm talking multi-chapter fic. Same with successfully writing a road trip with Robby or Jack because I'm a sucker for domestic fics. And it would be them starting out as friends and then becoming lovers!

Thanks for sending me an ask. bestie <3

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3, 4, 12? 🥰

Thank you for the asks! :) 3. How you feel about your current WIP? Besides the Harry fic I'm working on, I have bits and pieces of WIPs scattered. I have two Robby ones, where he goes to Sheetz with you (You know I have to make my job known lol), and a freaky one where you are into armpit kink/scent kink with Robby.

4. A story idea you haven't written yet? Would you like a screenshot of multiple fics I thought about lol

12. A trope you're really into right now? Only one Bed, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, soulmates, Pretty much any and all AUs

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A screen porch located off the bedroom is for warm-weather sleeping; it's also a good place to enjoy striking views of a river valley.

The Not So Big House - A Blueprint for the Way We Really Live, 1998

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my type of man has a thick happy trail and an even thicker cock amen

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Robby coming home to you in nothing but his hoodie zipped up because you missed him and because you're shorter than him it comes down to your mid thigh and then fingering you while it's still on.

SCREAMING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH RUFF sorry if this is rushed I gotta head into work soon

You're lounging on the couch, watching mindless TV, when you hear the familiar jingle of keys at the door. It's Robby, coming home from his shift at the hospital.

You're wearing nothing but his hoodie zipped up to keep the cold away and to keep in the scent of him that you've been missing all day. The fabric clings to your body, the zipper teases at your bare skin, and the soft material brushes against your breasts, which have become sensitive with anticipation.

"Hey," you say casually.

"Hey, sweetheart," his voice is already wrecked.

He whispers, "this is a good look for you," his voice low and husky. "Love seeing you in my clothes." He's tired, but he's also incredibly turned on by the casual way you've made his clothing your own and how it clings to your curves in all the right places.

He sits down next to you, and he takes a moment to appreciate the view.

"Comfortable?" he asks, his hand brushing against your bare leg. You nod. His touch sends a jolt of electricity through your body. You lean into him slightly, and he takes the hint, wrapping an arm around your shoulders.

"Fuck, you're making me crazy," Robby murmurs, his voice low and strained. His hand comes to rest on your thigh, the roughness of his palm sending shivers up your spine. "You have no idea how hot you look right now." His eyes are glued to the spot where his hand meets your skin.

"Is that so?" you ask, your voice a seductive purr.

"I can't wait to feel how wet you are for me," he whispers. "You're so fucking tempting, I can't resist." He pulls the zipper down slowly, watching the fabric part to reveal your chest. His eyes widen, and he groans, unable to hold back his need.

"I want to touch you everywhere," he says, his voice hoarse. "But first, I'm going to finger that tight little pussy of yours until you're begging for more." His eyes never leave yours, and he pulls the hoodie open completely. "Does that sound good, baby?" The cool air brushes against your skin, making your nipples harden into peaks. You nod rapidly.

"Spread your legs for me," he commands, his voice authoritative and filled with lust. You do as you're told, feeling the heat between your thighs. His hand slides down your stomach, teasing you, before finally reaching between your legs. His fingers are warm and insistent as they find your wetness. He lets his fingers travel your slit, up and down a few times before. He starts with one finger, sliding it in and out of you with agonizing slowness. "You're so wet," he murmurs, his thumb circling your clit. "You want it, don't you?" You nod again, unable to form words, your body already responding to his touch. He smirks, adding another finger, stretching you, filling you.

"Tell me how much you want it," he says, his voice a demand. "Tell me how much you want me to fuck you with my fingers."

You whimper, "I want it so badly," your voice needy. He chuckles darkly, pleased with your response. His fingers pick up the pace, curling inside you, hitting that spot that makes you gasp. Your hips start to move with his rhythm, seeking more.

"Look at you," he says, his voice thick with lust. "So eager, so responsive. I could play with this pussy all night." He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "But I want more. I want to feel you come all over my hand."

You moan, the pressure building within you, his words and touches pushing you closer to the edge. He senses it and quickens his pace, his thumb now pressing down firmly on your clit. "Come for me, darling," he whispers. "I want to feel it."

And with that, your body obeys, the orgasm crashing over you like a wave, your muscles tightening around his fingers as you cry out his name. He watches you, his eyes hooded with desire, before pulling his hand away, licking his fingers clean with a satisfied smirk. "That's just the beginning," he promises, his eyes gleaming with what's to come. "But now, it's time for me to really make you mine."

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Dr. Robby talking to Dr. Carter blew my mind. 🤯

The way he said “NOAH!”

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Hey, just as a courtesy reminder: If someone is doing a liveblog of a show that is new to them, don’t go to their posts and drop spoilers in the comments. Sure, the show might’ve been out for a while, and I know some people believe in a statue of limitations on spoilers, but like. Don’t be a jerk.

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BEING HUMAN (US) 2x7 "THE TIES THAT BLIND"

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he’s my wife he’s my pet freak he’s just like me fr

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You send Robby nudes halfway through his day shift and he’s sending you videos of him jacking off in the bathroom on his break.

You send Jack nudes halfway through his night shift and he’s asking you why the fuck aren’t you in bed yet.

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I’d ruin my career for him. 🤷‍♀️

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A frustrated sigh comes from the kitchen. Robby reclines further in his chair to get a glimpse of you in there. The smell of your baking envelops the house.

"Sweetheart, you okay?" He asks. The sudden noise of Law & Order SVU theme filters through your speakers.

"No. It came out terrible again." You practically whine as you toss the hot metal pan onto the counter.

"Did you follow the directions?" Robby asks, getting up from his seat, walking into the kitchen to stand behind you. He sees what was supposed to be your lemon cookies melted together.

"It said chill the dough for two hours, I thought an hour would've been good enough." You say rubbing the back of your neck, knowing you fucked up by not following the instructions.

"Doll..."

"I know, I know..."

Robby's hand reaches out and grabs one of the 'cookies' and brings it to his mouth to taste. The thing about Robby is he will tey anything you make, he loves you that much.

"They're not bad, pretty good, actually." He shrugs, eating the rest of it. "You still did good, baby."

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don’t cry. two people trying to eat your pussy at the same time and their tongues meeting over your clit. okay?

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Trapped Chapt. 3/4

Tags: Fake/Pretend Dating, Kissing, Feelings Realization

Summary: Tonight's the night of the gala; you're nervous about pretending to date Harry for the con and what the night may entail.

Word Count: 2.2k

A/N: Okay, so I'm not sure if there are rooms at HQ or not, but just walk with me here, alright?

You're standing in front of the full-length mirror in your room at HQ. You don’t stay here all the time, but sometimes, when you can’t sleep at your apartment, you find yourself here. 

The soft glow of the lamp in the corner casts a warm, comforting hue across the room. 

One of your playlists is playing low in the background as you're scrutinizing the array of high-fashion outfits laid out before you to pick from. Ever since it was announced that you and Harry were the main stars of this con, You’ve been overthinking every little interaction with him over the past few days. You couldn't stop thinking about  when you two were ‘practicing’ kissing that one day,

Your eyes flit between a sharp-tailored tuxedo and a velvet blazer. It's a tough decision.

A knock interrupts your thought as your eyes dart to the open doorway to see Harry leaning against the doorframe. He’s already dressed to impress in a tailored three-piece suit that complements his lean frame. His eyes sparkle with excitement, and you can't help but smile at the sight of him. "Hey," he says. "Ready to turn some heads?"

You nod, taking a deep breath to steady your racing heart. "Almost," you reply, gesturing to the clothes on the bed. "Which one do you think I should go with?"

Harry's gaze sweeps over the options before settling on the tuxedo. "That one," he says, pointing. "It'll make you look like a million bucks." You look down, avoiding his eyes, suddenly bashful.

You walk into the bathroom to change; you can’t help the blush that’s covering your cheeks. You slip into the tuxedo, feeling the luxurious fabric glide over your skin. Harry's right; the outfit looks incredible on you. You attempt to tie your bow tie in the mirror, sighing in frustration. Frowning, you go to reach for the door to crack it open a little.

“Harry… Do you mind helping me with my bow tie…? I-I never figured out how to tie one of these.” You feel slightly foolish that you don’t know how.

On the other side of the door, Harry pauses where he was standing, next to your bookshelf, taking in all the different titles of books and DVDs you have stacked. He turns to look where your voice was resonating from, a hint of surprise in his eyes. The sight of you in the tuxedo seemed to have taken his breath away. He quickly recovers, a gentle smile spreading across his face as he walks across the room and enters the bathroom. 

"Of course," he says warmly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. "Let me help you with that." He speaks calmly.

You feel goosebumps erupt on your skin as he comes to stand behind you. His hands are deft as they take control of the tie, the fabric slipping through his fingers with ease. His touch is gentle, guiding you through the process, step by step. You nod, trying to focus on the task at hand despite the heat building between you. His fingers brush against your neck as he adjusts the knot, and you find yourself leaning back into him slightly, unconsciously. Biting your lip as you admire the way his hands move, the way his veins stand out.

Finally, the bowtie is perfectly in place, and Harry steps back, his eyes meeting yours in the mirror. You can see the pride and admiration in his gaze, and it fills you with a warmth that goes beyond the physical touch.

"There you go," he says with a grin. "All set for the big night." He pats your shoulders.

You smile back. The tension in the room is undeniable. "You look incredible," he whispers, his fingertips brushing against the fabric of your lapel. "We're going to nail this. Ready?" he asks, his voice a little huskier than before. You can feel his breath on your neck, and the way he's looking at you is sending a shiver down your spine.

"As ready as I'll ever be," you murmur, turning to face him.

He takes your hand, threading his fingers through yours. The touch is electric as the two of you walk out of your room and down the stairs to the car that’s waiting for you outside to take you to the event. 

As you listen in on the comms, Breanna is feeding you and Harry your cover stories and background information once again to provide a refresher. She speaks with a calm confidence, her voice a low murmur that's somehow reassuring amidst the tension.

“Good luck, guys; you got this,” Breanna says, which does little to calm your nerves.

The mission is to find the office that has the main computer in it that is used for all the illegal activities. Connect the devices to the computer, and it will start downloading files automatically. Step three: get the hell out of there. Simple.

As you step out of the car, Harry, ever the gentleman, holds his arm out for you to take as he leads you up the stairs of the building. 

You can't help but feel awestruck by its beauty. It's like a work of art itself. The place just shines in the moonlight with its fancy white marble outside and all those fancy gold details. Once inside, your eyes scan the area in wonder. The interior of the building is just as lavish as the exterior, with high ceilings, intricate molding, and chandeliers creating an elegant setting. The sound of quiet chatter and soft music fills the air.

As you and Harry weave through the building, you can feel the eyes of other guests on you. The two of you make your way through the crowd, occasionally stopping to chat with other guests. Harry seems to be handling the role just as well, his hand lightly resting on the small of your back as he handles the introductions to different people.

In between getting introduced to person after person, you subtly take a few moments to survey the area, trying to locate the office that you're told is where the wife does most of her business. 

"There it is," you murmur as you take a sip of the champagne you got from a waiter walking by. Harry nods, his eyes flickering with the same intensity. Without drawing any attention, you both slip away from the main room, making your way to the office.

With Harry's hand still on the small of your back, the two of you make your way inside the room. It's spacious with expensive furniture and a desk in the center. You quietly thank whoever is listening that the computer on the desk doesn’t have a password—a rookie mistake, truly. You quickly get to work as you hook up the device Breanna handed you to the computer while Harry paces the room.

"We don't have much time," Harry whispers, a hint of urgency in his voice. The two of you quickly get to work, downloading the necessary files.

The minutes seem to drag on as you wait for the download to finish, the tension in the room growing with each tick of the clock. Harry keeps a watchful eye on the door, ensuring no one interrupts your mission while you watch the progress bar slowly move across the screen. Finally, with a soft beep, the download is complete. You unplug the device and pocket it, shooting Harry a quick nod.

"We've got what we need," you say, trying to keep your voice low.

As the sound of approaching footsteps becomes louder and louder, your heart rate begins to rise. You quickly look over at Harry, your eyes wide with alarm.

"Harry," you whisper urgently, "do you trust me?"

Harry's reply is immediate, his voice firm and sure. "Yeah, of course I trust you."

Without hesitating for a moment, you reach forward and pull him to you, your hand tugging on his tie and bringing his mouth down to yours in a fierce, passionate kiss. A little noise comes from his throat at the suddenness. Your hands immediately start roaming, one finding its way into his hair while the other pulls him against your body. The intensity of the kiss takes you both by surprise, the need for air almost forgotten as you cling to each other.

The feel of Harry's lips on yours is intoxicating, and without pausing to think things through, you slip your tongue into his mouth. Harry lets out a whine against your mouth, which definitely doesn’t make your blood travel south.

The sound of the door opening jolts you back to reality, and you break the kiss, your chest rising and falling with each ragged breath. Time to play the role.

"What the..." The voice of the woman standing in the open doorway jolts through the silence, her eyes widening as she takes in the scene. You and Harry both freeze in place, your chests heaving and lips swollen from the kiss.

“Sorry, sorry…” You apologize, your chest still rapidly rising and falling. “We’re in that honeymoon phase; this one can’t seem to keep his hands to himself.” You chuckle awkwardly, and your hand comes up to ruffle Harry’s hair. Meanwhile, his face is the same shade as a tomato.

The woman looks slightly shocked, but then her face softens into a smile. "Ah, young love," she chuckles, shaking her head. "I remember those days."

You and Harry both force a smile, trying to compose yourselves. The woman's gaze flicks between the two of you, her eyes lingering on Harry's flushed face and mussed-up hair.

"Please, forgive our... enthusiasm," Harry manages to say, his voice a little hoarse. "We got carried away."

The woman chuckles again, clearly amused by the situation. "It's quite alright," she replies, her eyes twinkling with understanding. "I understand completely."

"Right," you chime in, trying to hide your relief. "We should probably head back to the party."

The woman smiles at you both, still looking amused. "Of course. You two have fun, and try to keep your hands to yourselves," she teases playfully.

"We'll certainly try," Harry replies. He gives the woman a charming smile, trying to maintain the act.

You nod in agreement, giving the woman a sheepish grin. "No promises, though," you quip, trying to diffuse the tension.

As you and Harry make your way back to the main room, you can't help but think about how understanding the woman had been. Despite the fact that you had been caught making out in her office, she had been surprisingly unfazed by the situation. It was almost odd; for a criminal mastermind, she had been strangely... nice.

You shake the thought away, refocusing on your mission and the task at hand. After navigating through the crowded party, you and Harry make your way outside, the cool evening air a relief from the humid ballroom. As you step out into the open air, you both let out a collective sigh of relief.

"That was close," Harry mutters, running a hand through his already messy hair, making it even more chaotic.

You nod in agreement. "Definitely. But we got what we came for."

As you walk towards the awaiting car, you find yourself unable to shake the memory of the little noise Harry had made when you were kissing. The memory of it keeps replaying in your mind.  You try to shake it off, focusing on the mission and the importance of staying focused. But the thoughts keep creeping back: the way Harry's body had felt against yours, the way he had seemed to completely lose himself in the kiss for a moment...

Throughout the drive back to headquarters, you can't help but notice Harry stealing glances at you. There's an undeniable heat in his gaze, a smoldering intensity that seems to betray his cool and composed demeanor.

Every time your eyes meet, his gaze holds yours for a moment too long. There's a tension building between you. A silent understanding that you're both thinking of the same thing. The memory of his body pressed against yours, the way he had let out that quiet, almost guttural noise when you sucked on his tongue... It's all you can think about.

As you lean in closer, your gaze flicks to Harry for permission. He nods almost imperceptibly, his eyes darkening slightly with desire. Taking a deep breath, you surge forward and crash your lips against his, the kiss hungry and intense.

He immediately responds, his hands coming up to caress your cheeks as you pull him closer. Your fingers grip his waist tightly as you kiss him.

The kiss is desperate, full of pent-up tension and desire. You can feel his body reacting to your touch, pressing against you as you deepen the kiss. His hands trail down your back, roaming over the smooth fabric of your tuxedo. You moan into the kiss, your fingers running through his messy hair, as though trying to remember the feeling of it.

The car continues to move under you, the driver ignoring or pretending that what was going on in the back seat. But neither of you cares. In this moment, there is only the two of you.

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