The Witcher — 3.06 For @vortexoffate
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The Witcher — 3.06 For @vortexoffate
𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲
𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐮𝐛!𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐃𝐨𝐦!𝐟!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫
𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞: 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭
𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 𝟐.𝟔𝐤
𝐋𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
𝟏𝟐 𝐃𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭
He rarely yielded control, rarely let the mask fall away from that cool and aloof exterior to reveal the need that bubbled beneath the surface. Always, he needed to have the upper hand, needed to be the one at the helm to manipulate a situation to best suit him and his wants. Losing control was dangerous, it could betray a weakness that lead to his downfall, so he never yielded it. Not once.
Until you.
You were the exception, the outlier to his golden rule, and you knew it. You knew that all it took was calling Loki your good boy in that low, sultry voice and he would melt at your feet. He would kneel before you in the perfect picture of submission, waiting for your next command, waiting to see how you would play with his body.
You knew he loved it, knew that no matter how much Loki got off on being the one in control, he craved to submit just as much. He craved the praise and making his body an instrument of your pleasure.
He craved being your toy.
wdym i’ll never have that hot older doctor
"this meeting could've been an email" but instead it's "this ship war could've been a threesome"
BAELOR IS THE TYPE TO TALK YOU THROUGH IT
"yeah, just like that," he groans into the crook of your neck as you ride him. "you are beautiful, my princess." his large palms settle on your hips, adjusting you just enough to make it feel even better for both of you.
his hips meet yours with wet, rhythmic slaps as he picks up the pace. he is losing his mind over the way you take him in so greedily, and over the way your whimpers sound so wonderfully wrong beneath his steady guidance. "exquisite. you look perfect," he murmurs, his hand gently brushing along your cheekbone before pulling you into a kiss. baelor needs his wife to know that she is the only one who can bring him to such a state. this man would never make you deprived.
"i can see you are getting tired, sweetheart, but hold on just a little longer," he whispers, the moment he notices how you begin to whimper and tremble beneath him. "you are doing so well." his grip on your sides tightens just slightly, spurred on by the way you ride him and the way your pussy clenches around his length with a certain hunger. baelor's eyes roll back involuntarily at the sensations you are giving him. restrained grunts escape his lips. "gorgeous… keep going."
"you have no idea how beautiful you look from this angle right now," he says as his shining eyes meeting yours. "let us try a little harder." baelor says this before letting himself go completely, driving into you with even greater intensity as he quickens the pace.
you tighten around him, and a wave of pleasure crashes over you. tears well up in your eyes, and baelor pulls you into a tender embrace, gently wiping the tears from your salty cheeks. "you were incredible, my love," he says, before kissing you as if you were the most precious thing he has ever possessed.
Tell me why I now want to write a fic about how teenage Park the Shark was forced to be a clean cut athlete all American boy by his parents but he was a lil emo boy at heart…and was absolutely crushing on the girl (reader) who worked at his local hot topic and is a classmate of his…just Park passing by the hot topic with his auntie Anne pretzel making moon eyes at Reader who absolutely does not notice him at all despite the 👁️ 👁️ he gives her…he makes her mix cds with all the band shirts he sees her wearing but never is brave enough to give them to her in person but instead is leaving them in her locker at school…
Eventually she might find out and be shocked because what do you mean Mr. Football jock knows about the Used and Avenged Sevenfold…
Either Reader is his teenage sweetheart turned wife…. or they break up in college…
If they break up in college it’s not by choice and they very much view one another with fondness and as the one that got away….
Then maybe Park and Reader reconnect as adults when Reader (who is now still very much an alternative chick just more mature) brings in her brother or her coworker into the Pitt cause he broke his leg at a concert and who should the consulting surgeon be but Park…
Cough they reconnect cough and the man puts a ring on it this time…
A Helping Hand ( pathetic!robby NSFW)
Maybe all Robby needs to get on the right track is a helping hand from the attending he seems to hate the most ;) NSFW
Maybe it was the way you walked into the ER with a pep in your step, head high, lazy grin on your face. Maybe it was the fact that you had survived a gruelling first shift where a multi-vehicle incident brought in dozens of patients in the span of a few hours as though it was just a walk in the park. Or maybe it was even the fact that you took your thirty minute lunch breaks daily, granted they were two hours late and only lasted fifteen minutes but it was always with a healthy home-cooked meal and even snacks that didn't come from the vending machine. To say that you left a great and long lasting impression was to downgrade what really happened as you stepped into the ER with the goal of making everyone's lives and workloads easier.
You had completely and successfully stepped into your role as the new attending with a calm and yet firm grip. And maybe that's why it irritated Robby. He couldn't help but snap at you for any and every reason; Your sutures weren't tight enough (they were), you spent too much time with your patient (who was a five year old girl waiting for her parents), you even spoke in an annoying tone (one free of stress when he felt like he was two seconds away from crumbling).
And each time you took it on the chin, nodding mindlessly, humming a 'Yes Dr. Robbinavitch' which he hated because why weren't you calling him Dr. Robby like everyone else?
He also hated the fact that you were so helpful with everyone as though that wasn't the main aspect in your personality that made admin hire you before anyone else.
You had preordered extra M scrubs after witnessing how many times Whitaker needed to change, ensured that there were dates for when Perlah had to break her fast during Ramadan, you even kept strap supports for Langdon so that he could use them when his back started hurting. And you knew about Langdon's past. Robby had heard you listen to Santos telling you the story. He expected you to judge, to furrow your eyebrows the way you usually did when a complicated case came your way, so why did you just nod, keeping your mouth shut just to go back to work as though Langdon hadn't broken his trust.
Which is why Robby thought the universe hated him as he spotted you in the dive bar he usually frequents after shifts when his thoughts were too loud, swarming his head with a thousand different ideas, directions, comments. And there you were, entering the establishment and just like a magnet, your eyes found his. Robby hopped you'd get the hint when he didn't smile back at you, but apparently not as you sauntered towards him in a going-out top that seemed to hold your breasts with the power of hopes and dreams. And Robby detests the way his eyes were immediately drawn to them, to you. Because as much as he hated you, he could not deny the fact that you were beautiful, and in the dim lighting of the bar, you looked sexy, irresistible.
"Good evening Dr. Robinavitch." Even your voice sounded irresistible.
"You know you can call me Robby, like everyone else." It seemed as though you didn't hear him, or chose not to, as you simply slid into the seat next to the tall man, legs so close that they caressed him with each swivel of your chair.
"Aren't you going to buy a drink for your favorite attending?"
Robby flagged down the bartender, letting you order an Aperol spritz. And apparently what he hated more than yourself, was when other people ogled at your pretty face, Robby having to stop himself from making a remark at the young man behind the counter.
"You're out alone?" Your eyes stopped skimming the surroundings, finding Robby's gaze as you smiled your usual lazy grin, taking a sip of your drink.
"Yeah, wanted to discover Pittsburgh a bit more."
"It's a nice city."
"Yeah, it is."
And then a rowdy group to your right bumped into your arm and the glass at least a quarter still full emptied its content onto Robby's pants. And thirty seconds later you had pulled him into the toilets, patting at his pants with some paper towels while muttering sorry.
Robby should have felt your intentions, should have seen the mischievous glint in your eyes when you exaggerated your reaction to the push. Because he was now all tensed up, breath caught in his throat as he tried to look at anything but at your hands that had descended to his crotch to remove the Aperol that had fallen. He tried to speak, he really did, but he was no match for your pretty face cooing up at him, finally getting to help him at something.
"I'm sorry Robby, didn't mean to." His gaze remained on your hands, sweat pearling at his temples when he finally felt pressure on his cock.
"f-fuck." You snapped towards him, a look of fake concern appearing on your face.
"Are you okay Dr. Robby?" And he swore that he hated the smirk that appeared on your face, loathed the feeling of you pushing up against him, the toilet sink hard on his back.
So why did he moan when you unbuckled his pants to finally grip his long heavy cock? Why did he curse, eyes closing, when you sucked on his balls before your tongue licked a strip all the way to his tip?
"W-what are y-you doing?" He managed to whisper before your hand took the relay from your mouth as you experimentally stroked him, loving the way his cock pulsed in your hand with every motion.
"I'm just helping you Dr. Robby..." Your lips found his, your tongue pushing for entrance and of course he let you in. You tasted sweet yet bitter but Robby wasn't sure if it was from his emotions for you or from the cocktail you had drunk. "Some people have been worried about you Robby." He whimpered as you spoke into his ear, nibbling slightly at his earlobe.
"A-and you're w-worried about me?" You suckled at his collarbone, only stopping when a groan erupted from his throat and you could feel yourself get wet. There was just something about a pathetic man that got you going. Especially when it came to a beautiful pathetic man like Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch.
"Yes." Because you had noticed the way he looked tired every single day, and not the 'I didn't sleep enough' tired, the kind of fatigue that was caused by the sum of a stressful job, bad work-life balance, and life overall. "I'd feel better if you went to see a therapist."
His body stopped moving for a second before he managed to mutter a 'no'. Your right hand ran over his cock, skimming his thick veins as he puffed out a breath.
"Why not?" His eyebrows furrowed when you went back to leaving cute little red marks on his neck. He didn't know what to think, how to feel. Abbot had organised an intervention with him, even Dana, and now his very capable, very young and very hot attending was giving him an intervention in the form of a handjob in the dimly lit toilet of a dive bar.
"I don't- mrgh- need a t-therapist." A particularly delicious tug made him scramble for the sink behind him in support as his legs seemed to lose their strenght, lips finding yours to quieten his noises.
And he hated how a giggle escaped you, loathed the way your lips were intoxicating and how he couldn't stop himself from straining towards you for more when you broke out from the kiss.
"Nuh uh Robby, you've been mean to me since I got to the Pitt, and you don't want to seek help. I don't think you deserve this." And to the chief attending's horror, a deep whine left his mouth, tainting his skin with a crimson blush once he realised that it was indeed him who let out the sound. "You need help baby."
"N-No." He muttered out, hips bucking into your grasp, close, so close to his release.
"What did you say?" Your teeth nicked the skin below his ear as a heavy moan erupted once more. Robby felt like he couldn't control himself, with every lingering touch he felt like he was on fire, with every word you whispered dirtily in his ear, he thought he was going to faint.
"I- I said- fuck- n-no."
So you stopped your movement, watching as his eyes blew open wide, little tears of frustration falling from his baby brown eyes while he whined pathetically.
"Only good boys get to cum." And then you disappeared, door closing silently behind you, traces of precum on his pants and the marks on his skin as the only proof of what had just happened.
☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓
Your next morning started off as it usually did, you handed Shen his end-of-shift iced coffee, squeaking past Ellis after giving her an extra protein bar, just to stop behind Abbot and Dana to wait for handover instructions. Straining your ears, you couldn't help but smirk at the whispered conversation between the two.
"I swear, Robby sent me a text last night at 11pm asking me for my therapist's number."
"Maybe what you said finally got through to him?"
"Maybe."
And hopefully for them, they'd never see the link between Robby's improvements and the way you'd wink at him when he finally arrived at the Pitt, cheeks flushing red whenever he met your gaze.
I love pathetic men!
Masterlist
I LOVE PATHETIC ROBBY
Subby!Robby with a reader who won't touch him but will tease the fuck out of him in the hospital, whenever she can. She has to bend over a patient? She'll make sure to put herself in front of Robby so he can see her ass. She might even grab his bulge discreetly, and the risk of getting caught makes him soooo hot and whimpy.
subby!robby wants to come home with you.
and no matter how much he begs you won’t take him home with you despite how much you want to, it’s just sooo much fun teasing him at work. watching the big bad boss turn into this whiny, pathetic mess around you.
eventually, after months of teasing him, you do take him home and make him yours, you worry after the first time he wouldn’t be so easily teased at work anymore, not after he’s had you. but that couldn’t be further from the truth it only makes him worse when you’re teasing him at work knowing exactly what he’s missing, what he can’t have while at the hospital.
LOVE/HATE (2010-2014) 1.01
i love robby’s salt and pepper beard sm ☹️💗 like imagine him on a day off reading a book (glasses on), slightly slouched against the headboard as you lay on top of him and play with his beard and lay soft kisses against his jaw, i can’t 😭💗
cuddling with robby
you climb on top of robby, nudging his book where it rests on his chest to lay your head down in its place. robby lifts it to allow you to settle in before resting it on your back to continue reading, his other hand resting on your lower back rubbing slow circles between turning pages.
you place one hand on his chest to support yourself, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath. you press of a soft kiss against his jaw, the corner of his lips quirk up in a smile, his cheeks turning a light shade of flushed pink.
you reach your free hand up and cup his jaw, combing your fingers through his beard, nails scratching softly at his skin beneath the hair.
robby huffs a small contented sigh, “what’cha doing, honey?” he smiles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before turning his attention back to his book.
“nothin…just loving you.” you giggle softly as his cheeks grow hotter under your finger tips, his smile growing wider.
“oh, well…in that case, carry on.” he chuckles, giving your side a little squeeze.
fluff! fluff! fluff! fluff! fluff! val’s written fluff everybody!!
want to be added to my robby taglist .ᐣ reply to this post ᝰ.ᐟ ( taglist is tagged from another acc )
robby masterlists
Ok so for the club, do you think Jack and Robby are like. A package deal? I can see them going at you individually, sure, but when it comes to another pairing (like Jack and Dana perhaps) what do you think the rabbot dynamic would be like?
I love them sm <3
Involved | The Jackrabbit Club
Pairing: Rabbot x f!reader ft. Dana Evans
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CW: nsfw, mdni, 18+, explicit sexual content, big ass harem babes, lots of pet names (daddy, mommy, papa) cuddling, fingering, piv unprotected sex, phone sex technically??, dana watches you and jack and robby gets jealous
You've gotten greedy.
You're sure of it when you don't hear your name being called down the hall, when you don't hear Dana walking into the room, loud enough that you should've heard it.
But how can you? When Jack's hands are all over you, demanding and perfectly curling those delicious fingers right where you need him the most, the ringing in your ears impossible to quell now.
sugardaddy! baelor targaryen. 18+
ᝰ⋆.˚ the first time he sees you is when you’re working at the coffee shop across from his business center, the one he’s stepping into for the first time ever because everywhere else is closed and he desperately needs coffee at 11 pm.
he walks in and sees you — a cute, young girl in a brown apron, your hair thrown up in a messy bun like you did it in a rush.
“hi! sorry, we’re about to close,” you say, looking at him with those shiny eyes and a tired smile. “i really need it, maybe if i say the magic word?” he jokes, watching with quiet satisfaction as you pull a fake suffering face and go turn the machine back on. “you’re lucky the magic word worked, sir.”
that night he leaves you a $100 tip.
nsfw content. face sitting.
baelor moved to lay down on the rug of his solar, close enough to the hearth to feel the warmth of it against his sprawled form, and intertwined his fingers over his stomach expectantly.
“are you certain?” you find yourself asking once more, face weary as you peer down at him.
Girl I got this fic idea from insta and RAN to share it with you bc I loved The Bet and I think you can execute it so well!!! SO, Reader has a threesome with Abbot and Robby BUT one is praising her, the other degrading her!!! 🥴 You can pick who's who. Someone in the comments under the reel said "Good Top, Bad Top" 🤣 it sent me 🤣😂🤣 I think that could also be the title but you can change that, if you decide to write it. Im in desperate need.. If you don't want to do it, it's ok, but I hope someone does 🥵🥵🥵
Good Top, Bad Top
Rabbot x Resident!reader
CW: 18+ MDNI, smut, threesome, age gap (nonspecified), Oral (m/f), fingering, anal, unprotected PIV, Power dynamics, Pervy old men, and a teensy little breeding kink
Note: Thank you for the ask, it was so fun to write! I absolutely kept that title, it made me giggle out loud hehe. This was supposed to be out sooner, so sorry about that, but I have a curse that is the inability to write a short blurb and it ended up kinda long. But I hope this is okay and you enjoy !
You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up in this situation, but currently you were in the back seat of an uber squished between the bodies of your two attendings. It started out as a normal coworker get together for Javadi’s twenty-first birthday. Such a celebration meant that everyone who was not on the schedule to work was in attendance and those who were scheduled came before or after their shift.
Thankfully you were one of the ones who had it scheduled off, and so did Trinity and Dennis. Both of which were also subsequently your roommates and fellow doctors. You had been a year above Trinity in school but the two of you passed each other a few times in the halls. It wasn’t until your original roommate moved out at the same time you had heard she was looking for a place to live that the two of you truly connected.
Dr. Robby x gf!reader! nsfw
Dr. Robby is a Gemini middle child pleaser, he enjoys being accommodating, helpful, be there if needed but behind doors he seeks praising, yearns being told he’s doing good and he loves being good for you.
“Oh Robby, your cock is made for my pussy, fuck”, that’s your favorite thing after work, Robby fucking you, “yeah baby, it fits so perfect”, he’s big but it does fit perfect stretching you wide, “Robby be a good boy and put your glasses on”, he looks so sexy with them on, “yes honey”, Robby does as you say, such a good boy that man is, “you’re so good, you fuck me so good”, he blushes, “you’re so hot Robby, put those blushed cheeks between my legs”, “yes my love”, you can feel the tip of his nose while his tongue does magic, “you’re good Michael, you’re a good man”, “thank you baby, always good for you”, indeed, a good man he is.
Storms Bow For No Man
Yandere!Lyonel Baratheon x Targ!reader—in which, you walk into his tent and he sees the chance to make you his
TW: 18+ MDNI. NSFW. Sex, descriptive sex. Angst because reader is Baelor's daughter and he dies. Yeah, Lyonel is kinda Yandere but not really, slightly but not much.
NSFW Alphabet : Michael Robinavitch (18+)
This is nasty so it’s under a cut. I’m sorry, and you’re welcome.