꒰ 𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥 ꒱

˚❀　.　˚　　✦　　✿　.　˚　. 　 ˚　✿. 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 & 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲𝐦𝐨𝐨𝐧 ♡ 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐚, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐥, 𝐛𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 & 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫 ♡

[petalpureeflower]

petalpuree, a romance daydreamer

a teenage girl with a love for men twice her age

i take requests and your welcome to ask me anything, I wont write incest, anything non-consensual or abuse

i mainly write for robby robinavitch, but do also write for joel miller

welcome to my blog angels ♡

[classic-cevans]

Lemme gobble him whole

[petalpureeflower]

ughhh I need this man so bad

[millermouth]

Hi mouth what’s a word that makes you cringe? Mines naughty

I literally have to close my eyes when typing the word pussy

[petalpureeflower]

how it feels to re-watch a movie or tv show just for the hot actor you love

[hellboys]

THE WALKING DEAD 7.04 — Service

[autoeroticed]

how it feels to laugh at your own jokes

[hyomuq]

[petalpureeflower]

𓂃 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 — ♡

Summary: robby had a gruelling shift, too many traumas and too many sickening reminders. life starts to feel like hes existing, not living. just when he thinks the world's lost its beauty, he sees you.

warnings!: Smut, angst?, intimate sex, gentle kissing, neck kissing, making love?, praise, talking you through it, a little body worship, p in v sex, fingering, robby crying if you squint.

notes: i was inspired when listening to black beauty by lana del rey, hence the title. i just really wanted to write something romantic? I kinda hate this but oh well! anyway, enjoy angels ♡

Robby was tired. Exhausted even. This shift felt so much longer than his ones before. Everything felt overwhelming. To the point he called Jack in. Hoping he'd come in early to give him a helping hand.

A trauma too bloody, too cruel. A father of two children on a motorcycle hit by a car not looking. An elderly patient whos time was slowly coming. Sickening reminders that left him nauseated.

He wanted nothing more to come home. And when he finally did? The relief he felt. The scent of your shared apartment hit him immediately. Coffee lingering from early morning, the faint scent of dinner you mustve made earlier, something like vanilla emitting from a candle.

Home. It's smells like home. He sighs heavily and drags off his bag, hits boots and jacket. Like hes trying to discard the day. Then he hears it. A faint hum of music, something slow and gentle. Piano adorning its notes as a woman croons about heartbreak.

His footsteps are slow, letting his feet carry him to the sound. And there you are. In all your beauty.

Sat in front of the vanity he helped you build on a day off. A silk robe hanging loosely on your shoulders and what he can only describe as a breathtaking nightgown adorning your body.

Its not suggestive, not really. But its gorgeous. Lace detailing, ruffles at the bottom of the skirt, a small bow between your breasts which are covered by delicate lace but his eyes are on your face.

The content look. Like your at peace. Slowly rubbing in your moisturiser, gently patting at your face. Candles lit, which must be the vanilla he could smell. He guesses you got out of the bath, maybe shower. Cared for yourself. Done this little ritual. Just for you.

The beauty he thought his life had lost, has been here the whole time. Its not in nature, not in art, not in music. Its in you. Your the only beauty he needs. But more than that. Your full of love. And he sees that when your eyes meet his in the mirror.

Your eyes soften on instinct as you catch the exhaustion. You dont say anything. Rising from your stool to walk over to him. His eyes fixated on the gentle flow of your robe, you look like some form of angel to him.

"Long day?"

You ask softly before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into your embrace. His arms immediately wrap around your waist as he buries his face in your neck. He hums, just once in conformation.

You know better by now than to ask what had upset him. What made him feel this way. You've grown to understand hes not the most talkative about feelings. So, he just holds you like that. Your phone still crooning some old love song. One probably older than him.

But its background noise to him. When all hes focused on is you in his arms. Smelling like flowers and vanilla. He presses a kiss there to your neck. One of his arms leaving your waist for a second so his hand can move your hair to one side of your neck. The side where his face isn't buried. Giving himself more access.

His kisses are gentle. Little pecks and presses. One of your hands rise to run through his hair. Just gently. Threading your fingers through it. He hums low in his chest. His throat suddenly feeling tighter than it did before.

An unwelcome whirlwind of emotions choke his chest. The exact ones he had pushed down in order to get through his shift. Even if he...took it out on some people. You sense the tension in his body and pull away to look at him. Only to find his eyes glossy.

"Oh robby.."

You coo, your voice a gentle whisper. Your arms leave his neck. But his arms never leave your waist. A hand of yours rises to cup his cheek. Brushing your thumb over his cheekbone. His eyes flutter closed as there's a faint tremble of his lip benesth his beard.

You lean in, brushing your lips against his. His breath hitches. Like he wasnt quite expecting it. He leans onto you then, pressing his lips to yours. The kiss is nothing but tender. Slow and gentle. Both your hands rise to cup his face. Feeling his beard tickle at your palms.

His lips move against yours. Nose occasionally bumping yours as he tilts his head slightly. When his tongue swipes once against your lower lip, they part instinctively. Allowing him the access he'd so gently asked for. His tongue slides against yours. As if hes re-learning the shape of your mouth, your lips, your tongue all over again.

His hands begin to trail up your body. Up along your waist, to your chest, over your shoulders. And then back down your waist, to your hips, then your ass and settling on your stomach.

When he pulls back, he presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth.

"You're so beautiful."

He whispers softly, his voice like gravel beneath boots the more it lowers. Rumbling in his chest. And he means it. He would stand here telling you it for hours if it meant youd believe him. Your eyes flutter open to find his. The way hes looking at you makes your heart swell. Like your the only thing in the world. His hands settle on your hips. Gently guiding you backwards.

The back of your legs hit the bed. Your about to protest, but the look in his eyes. The hitch in his breathing stops you.

"Let me love you, properly. Your all ive needed all day and I havent even realised it."

Your chest tightens at the sheer honesty. The admission. So you dont say anything. Your throat feels too tight to say anything. Even if you knew what to say. He stands at the top of the bed, watching you move yourself to lay at the top of the bed. Your hair sprawled over the pillows.

His pupils dilate further if thats even possible. He pulls off his scrub top, followed by his undershirt before crawling over you. His forearms caging you on either side of your head. Your breath fans over his lips. Each rise and fall of your chest uneven. The warm glow of the candle catching on his features.

"You know im always here to talk to you."

You whisper, eyes searching his for an answer you have yet to find. He softens. Exhaling through his nose. He leans down to rest his forehead against yours.

"I know that."

"Then talk to me."

The tone in your voice leaving almost no room for disagreement. One he knows not to push. He nudges his nose against yours. Eyes fluttering closed as he reluctantly speaks to you. Tells you how he truly feels.

"Ive thought about Anderson all day. A father of two kids died under my care, an elderly man surrounded by his family passed. It feels like life's lost its beauty."

He murmurs. The words falling from his lips like a confession. Quiet and broken. The way he could only ever be with you.

"Theres beauty in everything, Michael."

"What things?"

He asks. Your heart clenching at the sudden question. Your hand rises to rest over his heart. The bare skin of his chest warm. You feel the steady beat of his heart. A little faster than usual from feeling vulnerable before you. Opening up to you.

"In the fact that a baby was most likely born in another ward when that father passed. Theres beauty in flowers that bloom after a harsh winter. A fire that can start again after it dulls out."

The words clench his heart. Make it skip a beat, which you feel against your palm. Hardly there. But you felt it.

"What are you saying?"

He asks, his eyes opening to find yours. And theres that same glossy look in them that you tried to kiss away earlier.

"I'm saying that you wont feel this way forever. That you will wake up one morning and admire the sunrise. Smell your coffee. Listen to the leaves."

"I love you so much."

His words are sudden but make you smile. A small one of affection. His lips find yours again. Far slower this time, but passionate. A brush of his tongue against yours, shifting himself so he can push off your robe. A small groan rumbling in his chest when he feels the softness of your skin. His fingers toying with one of the straps of your nightdress.

His lips break from yours. Then they press to your temple, your cheek, your jaw and where your pulse races under your skin.

"Can i take this off, sweetheart?"

He murmurs, his fingers tugging at the strap of your nightgown. When you nod he acts. Pushing it down gently, kissing your shoulder. Then he does the same to the other side. The more he tugs it down, the more kisses he leaves on your skin. One to the bottom of each breast, your navel and each hip. Taking his time to show you how much he loves you.

"I want to touch you, want to feel you."

You exhale shakily in agreement, feeling his hand run up your thigh. His callouses catching against your skin on the way up. Hes thankful to find you were naked beneath the nightdress. He brushes one of his fingers against one of your lips. Earning a small hitch in your breath.

His finger then lowers, gathering the slick that has grown around your hole. When he starts to circle your clit you gasp. Hand gripping the sheets beneath you. He crawls back over you. Resting his weight on one hand as the other remains buried between your legs. His eyes watching you with nothing but love.

Watching each little reaction your body gives him. Your hips lift instinctively seeking more. The circles his middle fingers tracing grow faster, none the less gentle.

"I want your fingers inside me."

You moan, the pleasure a steadying build in your lower stomach. The kind that already makes your legs start to tense.

"My desperate pretty girl."

His words are cooed to you, kissing the corner of your mouth. He slides in his middle finger first. Your walls already fluttering and taking him in. Then he slides in his ring finger to join. Moving in tandem with his thumb now circling your clit. Hes working you open, knows exactly how deep to go, how fast to circle. He can read your body like a book. His favourite book.

You gasp against his lips, back arching off the bed and up into him. Your peaked nipples brushing against his chest. Earning a delicious groan from him.

"Look at you, all mine."

He whispers, feeling his own arousal strain against his pants. Listening to the filthy sound of your slick being mixed by him. Your phone playing music is entirely forgotten about by now. You mustve been playing some vintage mix of love songs. Thats what he guesses based off the sound of the crooning voices. But hes not focused on that.

Especially not when he feels your breathing grow heavier and your legs tense. He knows exactly how close you are. His fingers curl inside you faster, his thumb mirroring the rhythm. Faster than it was before. Your spare hand raises to run up his back. Nails scratching lightly as you reach between his shoulder blades.

"Michael.."

You whimper, hips starting to shy away from the pleasure. He shakes his head gently.

"Come on, sweetheart. Dont shy away from me now."

His words are a filthy whisper, low in your ear. The kind that vibrates in his chest and makes your knees weak. His movements grow more desperate, more wanting. Determined to make you fall apart beneath him. Coaxing it out of you.

"Ive got you, baby. Let yourself feel it."

And then he feels it, the flutter of your walls around his fingers, the arch of your back, tensing of your legs as you moan his name. Head tilting back into the pillows as he watches with rapt attention.

When your hips start to shift away from overstimulation, he pulls away. Gently easing his fingers out of you as you whine at the loss of warmth. He licks yourself clean off his fingers. Its filthy in nature, but to you? Its intimate. Wanting to taste you on his tongue.

He leans up, but only for a moment. Enough to unbuckle his belt. He slides it out through the loops as you watch him with already hazy eyes. His fingers are then undoing the zipper of his pants before tugging both them and his underwear down at the same time. You dont even catch a glimpse before he's over you again.

But you feel his cock against your thigh. Already leaking from watching you fall apart beneath him. His lips are on yours for the third time this night. As if he cant get enough of you. Which he cant. One of his forearms rest beside your head, the other hand snaking down between you both. He suckles on your bottom lip before you even register his tip proding at your entrance. His other hand guiding himself. You gasp, leg lifting to wrap around his waist. Holding him close to you. His chest is now flush with yours. Your breasts pressed firmly against him. Your heartbeats falling into a fast rhythm. One driven by arousal.

He pushes in the first inch, earning a groan from him and a hitched moan from you. Its a miracle he still has some form of control to not just bury himself fully. Both his forearms are on either side of your head now. The kiss growing more desperate, a clash of teeth and tongue.

He thrusts in so slowly its almost torture. But the moment hes buried to the hilt he lets out a shuddering breath. Your nails scratching at his back. He begins to move, gentle, deep thrusts that make him feel like hes everywhere. He pulls back from the kiss to just look at you. Take in your flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, the light sheen of sweat on your skin. But the love in your eyes that mirrors his own.

"God I needed this."

He confesses, his words rumbled. You exhale a sharp breath. A mewl slipping past your lips.

"If you ever have a bad shift.."

You pause, feeling a particularly deep thrust that hits that spot inside of you just right. Moaning softly before your head tilts back. Exposing your neck to him.

"Im always here."

You finish breathlessly. He buries his face into the crook of your neck. Humming low in his chest.

"I know angel, thats why i know no matter how bad my days been. Youll find a way to make it better."

He whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to your sweaty skin. Hair sticking to your forehead. But your too blissed out too care. One of his hands slide down to press on your lower stomach. Feeling himself there. Your leg around his waist making him go deeper, but if he isnt still so gentle. For a few moments no words are spoken. Just the sound of your mewls, his heavy breathing and some old love song still playing from your phone.

He feels a familiar flutter of your walls around him. A small gasp. His face still buried in your neck, kissing there occasionally. He starts to move faster, nonetheless deep. But more determined than before. Continuously hitting that spongy spot inside you. It might be the most intimate hes ever been with you. Loving you in ways youve never felt before. His hand on your lower stomach moves down to circle your clit again. Earning a surprised moan from you.

"I love you."

He whispers against your skin, a confession that scares even him. Something he hasnt let himself feel in a while. Being so vulnerable with someone. But you, only ever like this with you. Maybe thats what tips you over the edge. Not his finger circling your clit, not his cock thrusting inside you, but those words. You clench and flutter around him, legs starting to tremble as you gasp and moan. Leaving your mark on his back with your nails. He groans before thrusting once, twice before burying himself to the hilt.

You feel him twitch inside you before a familiar warmth starts to blossom. You're both left panting. Held in eachothers embrace. He leans up to press another kiss on your lips.

"I love you, but I love how you can be open with me."

You murmur against his lips, pulling away to look at him. Kissing the tip of his nose. Your still dazed from two orgasms he coaxed out of you. But not too dazed to now be aware of the music playing. You smile and his brows furrow with confusion. Following your gaze to the vanity. He huffs then, a sound almost like a laugh.

"Since when do you listen to Frank sinatra?"

He asks, starting to ease out of you. A tiny whimper leaving your lips as you feel his seed leak out of you. Probably making a mess on the sheets.

"Since I discovered old music."

You tut, watching him stand. He then goes into your en suite. The sound of the tap running catching your attention. You lean up on your elbows. Hearing his words emit from the bathroom.

"Surprised you didnt say from my time."

You giggle then, eyes finding him as he approaches you again with a warm, damp cloth. He leans down. Coaxing your legs apart to wipe away the mess he'd made of you.

"That would have ruined the moment."

You say simply. He smiles then, a rare one that crinkles the corner of his eyes. He finishes cleaning you up. Grabbing you a glass of water before actually turning off your phone. Blowing out the candles to join you in bed. After youd maneuvered yourself under the duvet. He slides in behind you. Your back pressed to his warm chest as he kisses your shoulder. Just once.

"I really needed that, needed you."

You just hum once before blissfull sleep takes you. He smiles at how quickly youd seemed to have fallen asleep before following not too long after you. And this night? Instead of thinking about the awful shift he had like most nights. He fell asleep to thinking about the peaceful moment of you sat at your vanity. The real beauty hed been searching for.

[bluetimeombre]

“Eat it for dinner!”

synopsisDr J makes the hospital famous with her tiktoks and, especially robby and jack. robby has something to say about what everyone thinks of him. (4.8k words)

warningsheavy smut. MDNI. This is all about this man eating pussy. oral (f receiving) slight fingering, robby's got something to prove, face sitting, come eating? if you squint, language, slight jealous robby

authornotes this is completely based of that meme i saw that i'll put below because i know what its trying to say but as a Robby girl I've got to defend my man (jack abbott though can also get it anyday) i dont know if i'm proud of this, i just have so many ideas that they all clump up and come out as barf but i hope you like (gif credits to @timothyolyphant :)

pitt masterlist! Another Robby fic!

Robby went to you first because he didn’t understand what it meant and if he were to go to any of the younger residents or students they’d make fun of him. He didn't know what he had been staring at but he knew his residents.

You might tease him to but your teasing he could take, and if he really felt like it, make you regret in his bed later. After all he all but signed up for it when you started dating six months ago.

Guy who berates you for not making dinner, vs guy who eats it for dinner? Robby didn’t get it- at least he hoped he didn’t.

“Hey,” he said, sliding up next to you.

You didn’t bat a lash. “Hey yourself.”

“I need your opinion.”

You were still distracted on your charting, even as you said: “Yes, Robby, green does bring out your eyes.”

“What? No,” he said with a frown. He caged your body in, leaning is arm over you at the counter. “You're young.”

“That's why you like me, right?”

Robby hummed. He looked over you, making a mental list of all the reasons he loved you. “Yeah, sure, one of the reasons, so what do you think this means?”

He handed his phone over to you and finally you looked away from the charting to consider it. He watched as you read the text and saw the grainy pictures, one of him and another of Abbott, screenshots of them in backgrounds.. You didn't have to slide on any glasses or pull the phone away from you to see clearly.

Slowly, a grin broke out.

“Oh,” you chuckled.

Robby wasn't laughing and when you looked at him you realised that.

“It's nothing, it's just some meme,” you said, handing him back the phone.

Javadi had been gaining more attraction with her TikTok. She gave health advice with the background of the Pitt as her scene. It wasn't her fault- not really- if followers caught wind of the drama, friendships and hot men that worked there.

Her loyal followers had already deemed Santos as 'a hard exterior but caring soul', Whitaker with a 'heart of gold', and you 'the eldest daughter type.'

And they labelled attendings Robby and Abbott as DILFS.

Apparently they'd already explored how the two doctors would be in the bedroom.

“Okay,” he said, slowly sinking down to his knees in front of you as you swivelled your stool to face him. “But what does it mean?”

There was something hesitant in your gaze. The amused purse of your lips as you tried to stop a laugh and the light in your eyes. If you found it funny at his expense- which he had a feeling you were- he at least wanted to know what it meant.

You clearly thought he was joking. “You want to know what it means?”

He nodded.

“I can tell you at home?”

Robby let the words sink in, the fact you were undoubtedly referring to his place as home. But he didn't want to go home with you and this terrible feeling that everyone was laughing at him for reasons he didn't know why.

“Okay,” you said, holding his hands as if you were delivering bad news. “It means- and it's just Javadi's followers that think this and have clearly made this- that they think Jack is .... a more attentive lover.”

You chose your words carefully.

“ 'Eat it for dinner',” you continued. “Is a reference to how guys-”

Instead of saying anything you gave him a look and he gave you one back.

You sighed. “They think Jack eats pussy better than you.”

Robby didn't know what he was thinking but he wasn't sure it was ... that.

“I have a patient that's diaphoretic so I should probably-”

With little else to say you left your boyfriend kneeling, patting him on the shoulder as you went.

You could practically feel Robby distracted all day.

Every time you passed by the nurses area to go from one patient to another, he was there. Either sitting at the counter, head in hand and mindlessly looking through the computer or he was standing and listening to anything the one next to him was saying but you had a feeling he wasn't so much paying attention.

“Is Doctor Robby, okay?” asked Javadi. She was presenting a case to you, typically she went to you or McKay. You were sure she only went to you now as Cassy had the day off.

“Oh yeah, he's fine,” you said. It was no secret to anyone that you and Robby were dating, though you kept it professional around the ED. “Just TikTok, you know.”

Javadi smirked. “TikTok?”

“Yeah, yours.”

The smirk dampened and her eyes widened in the sort of frightened puppy way. She started stuttering over her words.

“Relax, he's not angry. At least not at you just what people are saying,” you said.

“What-what people are saying?” asked Javadi. “But everyone thinks he's hot. Really! They-they love Abbott and Robby. Seriously, people even ship them. Not that they don't like you and Robby, no they're obsessed.”

For a second you were intrigued.

In a way, maybe that should have have made you jealous or annoyed that everyone was finding him to be handsome and wanting a piece of him but if anything it made you proud. It made you want to hang off his arm.

“Some people are saying some things, nothing harmful.”

And also certainly none of their business how he ate you out at nights.

“Oh my god, I can totally tell them to stop, I can take the videos down, and I'll-I'll stop filming in here-” she stammered out.

“It's okay, don't worry,” you assured with a smile. “Get a CT and run blood toxics and come find me with the results.”

You found Robby exactly where you expected to find him, staring at the patient board without reading.

You didn’t even have time to greet him before he was speaking.

He jerked his head. “Come see a patient with me.”

So Robby led you off to exam room three, where an empty bed was made and no monitors were on. Even the lights were dimmed down low.

Robby pulled the curtains over and closed the door.

“Is the patient invisible?” You turned to Robby but hardly had time to see him before he was on you. His hands were on your hips, keeping you into him and his head ducked as he kissed you. He groaned into it, the forceful nature of his kiss having you stumbling back.

You couldn't help but kiss him back. When he started, there was no stopping. Even if you were in the hospital and desperate to keep it professional.

You shook your head, his lips moving with the movement. “Nu-uh.”

“What?” his hands came up to cup your cheeks, voice muffled with his not letting go of you.

“You're not kissing me cause people think Jack gives better head,” you said against his lips.

There was a noise of protest in Robby's throat.

“Cruel woman.”

Your hands slid up to his chest. “Wait- Michael.”

He brushed back. “What?”

“We are not getting it on here just because of some meme.”

You knew it to be the reason why almost at once. Robby was the one who had set certain boundaries in the work place. Like no making out. Yet he was the one huffing in frustration and surrendering, holding up his hands where you could see them.

“It's just some things people are saying on the internet.”

“I just don't get why,” he said, honestly. His head was tucked into his chest as he shrugged.

You were almost convinced he was upset. “I dunno. You're stern, sometimes, here,” you explained. “Maybe people saw that in the back of Javadi's TikToks and thought you had.... a hard exterior.”

“They think I'm un-caring?” he asked

“I didn't say that.”

“And Abbott?”

Quickly, you realised it was more than just feeling bummed about people thinking he gave bad head.

You smirked. “Jealousy looks good on you, Robinavitch.”

Slowly Robby sank down on the edge of the bed, sighing heavily as if this situation was weighing heavy on him.

You followed suit, sitting on the stool and wheeling close to him, treating him like he really was the patient. You knew how Robby got in his own head more times then was good for him. He didn't worry what people thought of him ever, but this was different.

“ What else is it?” you asked, softly, voice dropped low.

“Have I ever,” he began, shoulders high in tension and head low. His hands were braced on his knees. “Have I ever left you... un-satisfied?”

You wanted to laugh.

Robby and un-satisfied didn't belong together.

The nature of your jobs meant the two of you were exhausted more times than you were energised but that never stopped the two of you. If you were wanting you weren't left wanting, in fact, you'd be left thoroughly satisfied.

“Never,” you said.

He peeked at you with a little smirk.

“Those people don't know you, Robby,” you carried on, fingers circling his wrists and slowly holding him there. “They don't know what you do to me.”

Seconds ago you were berating him for kissing you in an exam room. But you leant into him and kissed his lips slowly.

“What I do, huh?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Uh-huh, things that Abbott could never.”

Just at the name of his friend had Robby grabbing you and all but pulling you over him. He leant back on the bed and slot you between his legs as he kissed you, hard. His hands couldn't find purchase as they sort every part of you, pulling our your scrub top and finding the skin there, running the back of his knuckles over.

Your hands wound in his hair, pulling until his mouth was opening up for you.

There came a sharp knock at the door before it opened. The curtains weren't pulled back but Dana's voice called out.

“Break it up in there! We need the room!”

Robby groaned, head throwing back on the cushion before you climbed off him. He didn't move even as you did.

“Aren't you coming?”

“Just... just give me a minute,” he said.

You chuckled to yourself, letting your eyes linger over all of him and left him there with the curtain drawn.

Dana was at the door, shaking her head with a chuckle.

You feigned innocence as best you could, working quick to tuck your scrub top back in and brush back your hair. “What?”

“The two of you, at it like rabbits.”

“We were not.”

“Not what I saw.”

“You didn't see anything.”

“Okay, not what I heard,” she said, lips smacking from the nicotine gum you slid onto her desk every morning.

“He was upset.”

“About that TikTok stuff?”

You looked to her. The last thing Robby needed was thinking everyone had seen the meme, that people thought he wasn't a good enough lover or whatever else he thought it meant.

“Is it bad?”

Dana shrugged. “It means nothing to me but you know guys, hurts their ego that kind of stuff.”

You nodded. You would say something in Robby was hurt. Whether it was that people thought he was a tough guy to work with or something about him that provoked the idea of selfishness.

But then they seemed to deem Abbott a capable lover, something you couldn't count on due to the fact you'd never gotten the chance to know.

Not that you wanted to.

(Except that one time in a dream before you were dating Robby)

Victoria rushed up to you and Dana excused herself. “I've just seen the post, Santos showed me,” she rushed out her words, panic evident. “Does he hate me? Oh my god, he hates me. My attending hates me.”

“He doesn't-”

“I mean it's so inappropriate, like, he saves lives you know maybe he just wants a meal cooked sometimes, not saying like- no- not that he'd ever get mad at you- or anyone for...”

You let Javadi trail off.

She blushed. “I should walk away shouldn't I?”

“Probably for the best.”

As soon as Jack walked in an hour before his shift was supposed to start, Robby stood, ready to leave.

It was rare he ever got out on time, let alone early but he hadn't been doing much work anyway, only thinking and being stuck in his own head. And sometimes with how much he thought about you: Yours.

“Thank you, brother, thank you,” he said.

Jack's gaze levelled on him. “Is everything okay?”

No, not at all. People on the internet speculated he was an asshole who'd get angry if you didn't have dinner on the table. As if he wouldn't live between your thighs if given the choice.

Robby bit his tongue and nodded.

“Hey Jack,” you greeted, coming by.

Robby's eyes followed you at once. He thought of all the plans he had in his head.

“You're here early,” you noted.

“I asked him to come by, listen, I got some errands to run. You think you're okay coming home by yourself tonight?” he asked.

There was a hint of confusion in your gaze but you didn't prod. You never did push him, always letting him come to you when he was ready. He'd never been so thankful for it.

“Er yeah, sure.”

Robby kissed you quick and hard, his hand cupping your backside and squeezing before he left you.

He only caught a glimpse of Jack digging into his phone to show you something funny. He dread to think what it was.

The last hour of work without Robby felt like a whole other twelve. Every patient answered questions too slow and chairs piled up with more minor problems. It felt like everything irritated you. Which it had.

By the time you were getting home, climbing up the stairs because of cause the elevator was broke you almost forgot all about the meme that had Robby so worried earlier.

That was until you pushed open the door.

You expected the tv on low, the lights on, maybe the sound of the shower.

You were greeted instead by a dull orange glow from the dozen or so candles lit around the living space. There was a fresh bouquet of flowers on the table and a sleek box tied off with a ribbon.

Hands landed on your hips and the soft belly of your boyfriends pressed against you.

“Robby,” you grinned, raising a hand to fall on the back of his head and stroke his hair there.

The stretch gave him perfect opportunity to pepper kisses over your neck. His other arm circled your waist, pulling you into him.

“What is all this?” you asked, eyes closing in the bliss of feeling him everywhere.

He hummed into your neck. “I just don't think you know how much I love you.”

You bit down on your lip as his hot tongue swirled over your pulse. “Oh, I think I know.”

His nose brushed over your jaw as he guided you forward, his toes clipping your heels as he didn't let you go or turn you around. He dragged you to where the present sat on the table, below the roses. His hands were large as they palmed and moved around your stomach. He breathed against your ear, your body waking in shivers as he uttered against you. “Open it.”

It was tough to do so- even to bend down and grab it- as Robby was adamant in letting you go. Eventually you got a hold of the ribbon and pulled.

He let you go enough for you to pull out the garment inside. Or the lack of garment.

It was a small set of lingerie, red and black- his favourite colours on you. The colours of seduction. There were ribbons and straps that upon just looking at you weren't sure how they were to go.

“I want you to put it on,” said Robby, head resting on your shoulder and looking. “And then I'm going to make you come on my tongue until you're begging me to stop.”

Your knees weakened but Robby still held you.

“You think you can do that?” he asked.

You nodded and gasped, smashing your lips into his. You turned in his arms, tongue's battling and arms circling him. You pressed your body into his, practically throwing yourself onto him.

The attentive lover he was he allowed it for a moment before he pulled away.

“Put it on.”

In the bedroom you stripped and with the help of the mirror figured out where everything was supposed to go. The panties did little to hide your ass but clad away your pussy, straps at your tights and bows there. The bra pushed your chest up, lace dancing over your chest.

It was sexy and sensual, knowing Robby had brought it for you and demanded you wear it. All the same, you couldn't wait for him to tear it off you.

Stepping back into the candle lit room Robby was already shirtless, sitting on the sofa with his legs wide and cock hardening.

When you stepped out, he smirked, arms stretching along the back of the sofa.

“I think I like when you have something to prove,” you said, slowly walking over, letting every step linger and make him wait for it.

Or drawing out whatever he had planned.

“I have something to prove?” he asked.

You dropped to your knees in front of him, between his legs as Robby's eyes trailed to watch you. “Don't you?” You were desperate to touch him, knowing he didn't have that planned but needing him anyhow. Your hands had only smoothed up his thighs before he grabbed your wrists.

Robby stood and pulled you up with him.

Without words he sat you down the sofa, stretching you out while he sank to his knees.

“Nu-uh,” he tutted, fingers wrapping around your legs and prying them apart, slowly. Your panties slipped and your pussy was slowly displaying itself. “You know what I want.”

“Michael-”

“What do you want?” he asked, but tonight was more about him than you. If it was about him proving something, you'd be his practise. If he was an artist you were going to be his canvas.

Your mouth just opened to speak when his thumb pressed down onto your panties. He rubs, slowly, pressing down harder till you grew wetter. Till he could feel it through the material.

His beard scratched at your thighs in the way that made you wither as he kissed at your thighs. His fingers pushed into your skin, kneading the plump of it.

“Have I ever told you, I love the way you smell.”

You gasped as he slid his thumb up and down, circling it slowly over your clothed clit.

“Have I?” he asked again, craving an answer.

“No.”

Robby was watching the space between your legs as he put his head there and inhaled.

Your back arched as his nose pressed into you, smelling and inhaling and groaning out when he was done. His fingers were pressing hard enough into your thighs to bruise. You wanted it to.

You watched as Robby darted out his tongue and ran it up and down you panties. He got a taste of you through the panties he brought.

Robby started off slow but he could never go slow. It was the way he did procedures, marking off everything first then moving around the room in seconds. It was the way he kissed, getting the same taste of your lips before sliding in his tongue and getting a taste of your spit. It was the way he fucked, slowly moving into you till your walls pulsed around his cock then he was moving like an animal.

They were small presses of his tongue then he was making out with your pussy through the cloth. He drooled against you, moaning and prodding his thumb, pressing in and out.

“God, I wanna get you naked,” he said against your core.

You didn't know if he wanted you stripped or just your core.

You chuckled breathless. “Then why dress me up?”

Robby pulled away to look at you. His thumbs hooked into your panties. “I like to un-wrap you.”

He dragged your panties down slow, grasping your legs and helping you out of them all the while keeping you limp on the sofa for him.

You expected Robby to ditch them, throw them aside but instead he shoved them in his face and inhaled again. “Oh my god,” you groaned, head landing back on the sofa.

“You're so wet and I haven't even touched you,” he said.

Finally he ditched the panties and faced your pussy.

His gaze flickered up to you and you felt exposed. A sudden need to hide came over you but Robby shook his head like he knew. Keeping your gaze he darted out his tongue and flicked it against your clit, circling your bundle of nerves.

At the devout attention your eyes fluttered shut in pleassure.

Robby sucked your clit in his mouth and pulled back with a pop. “Look at me, look at me.”

You looked at him.

His eyes were dark and wicked with want. He licked his lips and kept your gaze as he went in. He forced your legs up and apart, bending you as he shoved himself into you. He was there quick and heavy, licking and kissing till his slurping was heard around the apartment.

“Robby!”

He chuckled into you, sending vibrations up through you.

“I need your fingers inside of me, please.”

He hummed and shook his head, still occupied with dragging his tongue over you. “Not my fingers people criticise.”

You groaned.

Robby sucked some more, swallowing up your want, driving parts of your soul away while he was at it. “Spread yourself open, baby- just like that- there we go-” he guided your hands to your own core and helped you hold open the lips of you.

Then he went in with new reverence. The tip of his tongue ran miles and as you were left gasping for him, making a mess he cleaned it up from your hole to your clit and ran circles around it.

“Oh shit, Michael.”

“Feels good?”

“Yes!”

“Am I gonna make you come?” he asked, dropping his spit against you and working it in. When your fingers slipped he took over, holding you open.

Your hands went to his hair, stroking it back.

You knew your hands in his hair, or fingers threading through, drove him insane.

“Yes!”

He shoved his face in again, like a man addicted.

Sweat was starting to from along your body and the hand that wasn't in his hair groped at your own breast until you were humping up your hips to his-

“Get up,” said Robby suddenly.

He stood, his cock stretched against his pants. Robby brushed the back of his knuckles against the hard line of himself and wiped at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Up.”

On shaky legs you did so, feeling the want but the coil of release slowly eased.

Robby bent you over and continued cleaning up your mess.

It was a new angle, the sort he'd never tried and as you felt his tongue in places you'd never felt you wonder how long he'd been thinking of this. How long had he wanted you bent over, ass up in his face.

With your back up to him he easily un-hooked your bras and threw it aside.

“You think Abbott could eat you up like this?” he asked, voice only above a growl. “Huh?”

“No,” you gasped, slowly turning to jelly.

The new position didn't last long as Robby stood tall again, pressing the hardness of his cock against the curve of your ass.

You arched yourself back into him. “Please, please, please.”

“I know baby, I know,” he cooed in something that could have been sympathy in a mocking tone. “God, you feel what you do to me? Like I feel what I do to you.”

Robby turned you around and kissed you, the trace of your essence on his tongue and shared between the two of you. He let his tongue dance over yours like he wanted to share it, a hand creeping to the back of your neck and keeping you in.

You were so wanting, so needy for any part of him.

“I'm gonna lie back now,” he said against your lips. “And you're gonna sit on my face.”

You pulled back, wondering if you'd heard that right.

Robby nodded slowly, not even trying to hide as he watched your lips. His thumb came back down to your clit, circling enough to keep you like putty in the palm of his hands.

“Michael-”

He was already pulling away, popping the buttons of his trousers and making himself comfortable on the sofa.

You were standing, hesitant. “I can't sit on your face.”

He smirked and patted his stomach. “Yes you can, c'mon.”

“I'm serious.”

Robby smirked, nudging you up. “So am I.”

He was looking at you with such wide eyes, though dark. The same way he looked at you when you got something right in work. When you pleased him, when he was so proud of you.

This was for him, you told yourself as you climbed over him, allowing time to run your hands up and down the hairs of his round belly.

You watched his gaze follow yours as you trailed up and up his face, over his beard until all you saw was his eyes.

Lingering on your knees you tested how low you could get.

The tip of Robby's tongue found your centre and slowly worked you open again.

His hands wrap around your thighs and he yanks you down till you're sitting on his face with a heavenly groan.

There was no time for protests as he got to work, his tongue burying inside of you. He was so close he could hardly move, only keep himself there and suck and slurp. At every tiny move his nose brushed into your folds, nudging your clit and dragging out the need.

“Ohhh fuckkk,” you whined.

Robby groaned into you as he tried to speak, something like 'beautiful' caught between your pussy. His hands were messaging your ass and grinding you into him.

“S'too much, oh my god.”

He shook his head, wetting your core with his saliva and your need mixed.

“Robby, I can't-”

“Yes you can,” he spoke finally, pulling away enough that you could hear his voice.

Your lips pursed together as you shook your head. The coil of tightness in you grew hotter, burner brighter. It felt like your first time with him over and over again. The way his body bounced off of yours with every thrust, the moans he couldn't help let out into your neck, marking himself there for weeks.

“Please come,” he said against you now. “I need you to come on my face, baby, please.”

Perhaps the world would have liked to know there was only one thing in this word that could get Robby begging. Your pussy.

“There, huh? You like it just there?” you could hardly make out his words, like he was speaking into your very being.

Your hand fell back into his hair and you leant back, riding his face with a new passion and fever. He moved his head along with your movements and it became a frenzy of passion and need and want, the both of you moaning and uttering any words of encourganemt.

“Yeah baby, there you go- there you go-”

“Robby! Robby! Shit!”

“All over me, c'mon, c'mon.”

You still couldn't believe it, your want all over his beard, smearing down his neck and chest.

“Only making you come, making my girl come, that's right.”

In seconds you had grasped his hair, shoving him in as you let go into his mouth. He strained his neck up and kept himself open on you as he inhaled and exhaled in groans and grunts.

“Oh yes, please... yes- fuck baby,” Robby whined, spreading your cheeks to get every drop licked up. You'd think it was his own release washing over him with the noises he made and sucked out of you.

By the time you'd both calmed down and he'd caught his breath and tapped your thigh you fell lower down onto his stomach.

His breath smelt of love and sex as you lingered over him, letting Robby brush back stray parts of your hair. “Satisfied?”

“Very.” You might have seemed drunk with the way he had you coming but you didn't care. “One of the best orgasms of my life.”

He smirked at you incredulously. “Change it to best of the night. We haven't even begun.”

The meme btw ^

taglist: @oldbaddies, @mafercita101, @tiddieshakeshownu

[cinnxmxngxrl]

The dirty talk was so fucking goooooooooooood. I’m so glad this was the first fic I’ve read in a long time because wow. Wow.

[robinavitchslut]

feeling very very uninspired ://

[four-eyes-no-brain]

[iiamberrxxxxx]

This is the feeling when your completely shaved

[conleches]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

body language masterlist

a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

550 words to say instead of fuckin said

638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

some more body language help 

[bellero]

REBLOG TO SAVE A WRITER

[virtualfractures]

Dr.robby trying to distract Dr.collins from the obvious rat beside her feet

[puppiegracie]

[petalpureeflower]

pms is killing me rn but id feel better if a handsome dr robby was taking care of me and cooing everytime he sees me

[robinavitchslut]

I FUCKING HATE ARGENTINA AND MESSI

I NEED SPAIN TO WIN AT THE FINAL

too soon, i’m still in mourning

[realdollsrott]