“What deodorant do you use? I need to try a new brand…” Trinity says as she lifts her arm to take a cursory sniff and makes a face.
“Whatever Robby uses…Old Spice? I think?” You answer without thinking too much into it.
“You use Robby’s deodorant?” She asks, quirking an eyebrow and suddenly everyone else around you is interested, too. “does he know you use his deodorant?” She snickers
“Yes….we live together….” You answer matter of factly. “And honestly? My armpits laugh at ladies deodorant…so I’m doing him a favor” you add cheekily.
“Dr. Robby…do you know your girl steals your deodorant?” Princess asks as Robby approaches central. He looks up to assess the group and realizes that this is a perfectly normal conversation between The Usual Suspects.
“Yes. We live together.” He echoes your answer without even realizing it.
“And you’re ok with that?”
“Have you seen her?” He answers quickly and Princess cocks her head in confusion.
“What’s your point, boss?”
“She lets me sleep with her…share a bed and a life….she puts up with me. Me.” He widens his eyes to prove his point. “The least I can do is let her use my deodorant” he shrugs before landing a soft kiss on your scrub covered shoulder and walking off towards his patient.
Imagine the male section of the Pitt crew arriving to post shift beers after the ladies and they walk up to hear them talking about a beautiful penis and passing a phone around.
“Wait…WAIT….i thought dick pics were a no no” Langdon says immediately.
“Unsolicited….yes. Requested? Gimme” you answer with a goofy smile, taking your phone back.
Robby stands there like a statue. Blush creeping up his neck. He remembers telling you he didn’t care if you wanted to brag to your friends…as long as they didn’t know it was him, but watching it happen in real time is a little different.
“This girl…I’m shocked she walks without a limp at this point” Garcia says, laughing and gently patting your shoulder. “Whoever giving it to her…he uh…it’s a nice one…and I’m a lesbian” she finishes with a shrug, facial expression holding no guilt.
“Lucky you….bitch” Princess says playfully.
Your eyes briefly catch Robby’s and you smirk.
His mind snaps a picture of your devious expression before he quickly drops his eyes and then asks Donnie for a beer.
“Alright…enough dicks. We see dicks all day. Let’s talk about something else” Robby says before cracking his beer and taking a long sip
“Not like this, we don’t…” Princess mumbles just loud enough for the group to hear.
What about the reader who has an OF and Robby finds it….but instead of being shy and hiding that it’s him? He just tells her.
Warnings: female masturbation mentions of male masturbation reader is AFAB and has an OF page.
A/N: idk where the FUCK this came from. I sat down and just started typing. Written on my phone and most certainly NOT proofread
It’s public. She had to expect some people in her life would find her. She was slightly jarred when one of those “some people” turned out to be Dr. Michael Robinavitch, the chief attending at your job.
Sure you started the page to help pa for your BSN, but in the process, you found out something about yourself…you liked showing off. So you kept it up.
Even after SteelERsDoc71 revealed himself to be none of than Robby. Shamelessly. Not crude. Just confident.
“I’d like to think I’m better than subscribing to this…but I think we both know I have issues with impulse control”
It took an hour for you to respond. He started to sweat a little, but figured you were a little gobsmacked by his confession.
“I think you have more than enough control over your impulses, Michael….i just think you’re getting tired of not being able to control mine”
And that started it.
He was your most loyal customer.
Of course, no one else knew. You both kept it professional at work, people didn’t notice a thing. You worked together in tandem the same as always.
But as soon as you clocked out?
You’d desperately grab for your phone to open your site and read Robby’s newest custom video request. You’d gush over the tip he left you….always way too much. You’d rush home to film his content.
You were extra naughty for him. You liked it.
It was him that brought up the Amazon wish list…
It was only right to film videos of you using and wearing these things he bought for you.
“What if I made you a clone of my cock? Is that too much? Would you fuck yourself with that for me, Bambi eyes?”
You drooled onto your keyboard.
“Please”
**********
It was at your door in 10 days.
Robby lost his MIND at the stretch. You had to coat it and your pussy in lube and you still hissed out when the head pushed in.
“Jesus, Mikey…this is really all you?” You whined softly taking inch by inch gently and slowly so he could watch in detail. When it was fully seated inside you, you sighed dreamily.
“Always wondered what you’d feel like…how big you were…if you’d stretch me so wide, you’d ruin me for any other cock…fuck Michael” your breath hitched as you continued to fuck yourself. You even attached a mic and placed it close to your pussy for maximum wet sound effects. He could hear every lewd squelch.
It hand you stretched so wide your clit just barely touched the top of it. The way your clit grazed across the ridges of the top of the dildo made you mewl and paw at the sheets with your free hand. The creamy ring forming around the base was becoming thicker as you quickened your wrist.
“Michael…Robby - fuck…fuck baby…ugh Doctor please” you whimpered and he could see the first tiny spurt of squirt exit your body. You gasped and stilled your hand.
“No no don’t fucking stop.” He growled to himself. His hand stilled when yours did, leaving his cock aching and pulsing.
“Fuck I shoulda put a towel down” you giggle before starting up again.
“Baby you’re gonna make me squirt” you say directly into the camera, resting sturdily in the tripod. You were wildly fucking yourself with this perfect fucking replica of Robby’s stunning cock. Your feet were planted and your hips were bucking up to meet your own thrusts.
The first torrent was quick and you shrieked. The second was the killer. Your moans came out in short yells as you soaked your comforter while riding down on the toy.
Robby’s yell ripped through his chest as he came across his laptop screen.
He fell back against the couch, panting wildly.
“Mmmmmm…see you at work tomorrow, Dr. Robinavitch” you say sweetly into the camera while slowly…very slowly…pumping the cock in and out of yourself causing small tremors of aftershocks through your body. You let out one more adorable giggle and then the video ended.
*******
Next morning Robby was standing at central going over the day with Dana. You approached with a wide smile.
“Morning!” You greeted them both.
“You win the lottery?” Dana asks with a smirk.
“No…I wouldn’t still be here” you answer back organically with a cute laugh. Robby chuckles with you.
“I just had a good nights sleep…it’s been awhile since I’ve slept through the night” you say with a shrug.
Robby smiles widely, “Good, you’re a great nurse. You deserve decent rest.”
“What’s the secret, kid? I could use some of that magic” Dana asks.
“Honestly I just did an insane workout when I got home yesterday. It tired me out and helped me calm down and get relaxed.” You answered with an absolute straight face. There was never any crack in your facade.
“Good for you, babe” Dana pats your shoulder before walking off towards Emma who looked completely in shock by something Myrna just said.
“Good workout?” Robby asked curiously.
“Super intense workout, Dr. Robinavitch. The muscle stretch was insane” you answer back before moving past him to sit to tie your shoe. He chuckles low under his breath when you involuntarily wince as you sit.
“Insane stretch, indeed…Maybe next time you workout, you should have a spotter” he taps the counter twice and walks off.
A creator I follow just had a baby and her husband posted on their page a picture of him making pineapple juice while cheat carrying their infant daughter in a baby carrier. And my ovaries woke up.***
IMAGINE waking up with a start because your body suddenly realizes you haven’t heard your newborn cry and you’ve slept for way too long…but Robby’s side of the bed is empty and cold…he’s been up for a while.
You shoot out of bed, mommy fears still in high gear, and you make haste around the house to find your husband and daughter.
When you enter the kitchen in a slight panic, you see your husband standing there in just his long navy plaid sleep pants and glasses. Your daughter strapped to his hairy chest as she snuggles against the soft curls and sleeps. He is cutting up fruit for your waffles and humming softly and he bops gently from side to side to keep baby girl satiated.
He let you sleep in….and now he was making you breakfast. Could he be any sexier?
Your baby girl whimpers softly against his chest and you watch his large hand gently smooth against her brown hair covered head. “Shhhh little mama…shhhh” he coos at her softly and she settles.
You also start to settle, your heart rate and breathing returning to normal as you watch your husband handle….life.
It’s an unbelievable lightness in your life to have such a dedicated partner. Sure, you fought. You bickered and nagged each other, but it never lasted more than a day or two. And even then you always said “I love you” before bed.
You lick your lips slowly at the softness of his tummy peaking over the waistband of his sleep pants, extra prominent from your daughter’s weight pushing down on him. The hairs on his belly look soft and lonely. Without an announcement of your presence, you walk across the kitchen and before you get to him, he lifts his arm up to welcome you into his side, sensing you behind him.
Your hand immediately goes to his tummy, nails gently scratching under his belly button causing his chest to grumble. Your daughter whines and crinkles her face at the sound of her father’s reaction and you both laugh softly.
“Morning, mama bear” he says softly and kisses the top of your head. You kiss his chin then lean down to kiss the crown of your daughter’s head.
“Morning, daddy” you coo, placing another soft kiss to the side of his chest. “Thank you for taking her….i needed that sleep”
“You never have to thank me for being her father” he says matter of factly, placing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m not watching her, I’m parenting.” He shrugs with a smile. You let out a soft sigh, unsure how you got this lucky.
You heard and seen enough horror stories with men thinking simple parenting responsibilities were considered a chore or a babysitting duty. But to your husband? Your daughter was now an extension of the two of you. If she’s not happy, he’s not happy.
And he would do anything to keep the both of you happy.
The moment your daughter realizes she fully trusts Robby
Warnings: fluffernutter Robby.
Life was a beautiful, fucking mess until you met Robby. Being a single mother of a 2 year old while actively in a nasty divorce AND finishing up your masters and NP degree was nothing short of gladiatorial. You more than managed. Your daughter was only ever rarely affected by your sleep deprivation attitude, lack of funds, and divided focus. You, however, were constantly upended.
Exhaustion was constantly chomping at your heels, you barely made ends meet to make sure your daughter was happy and fed, and you bent over backwards to give as much attention to her as you did you work and school…it didn’t always add up, but you truly did your best.
Meeting Robby was your game changer. It was instant. That moment you always heard about growing up: the sparks, the flame, the electricity. It hit you both like slap. Within 6 weeks of you starting at PTMC, you and Robby were dating.
Introducing him to your daughter was rocky, at first. Only being 2 and having been raised mostly by her mama, she wasn’t used to a lot of male attention.
It wasn’t until Robby came over for dinner one night with a stuffed Zero from her favorite movie, Nightmare Before Christmas, that she started warming up to him. By the end of the night she was calling him “Oogie Boogie” and totally enamored that he also knew a “Jack”. Of course, at almost 3, she was enamored at pretty much anything.
The moment you knew that your daughter was fully comfortable with Robby came about a month later. It was the first night Robby stayed over your house-while your daughter was actually home. Of course he had been there over night before, but the little lady had always been with your parents overnight.
She had a habit of crawling out of her new big girl bed in the middle of the night and scampering into your room to sleep. You always welcomed her snuggles. A time would come when she wouldn’t want to anymore, so who were you to deny them now?
It was 1 am when she woke up this time. Gripping onto her Zero stuffy, she padded down the hallway and pushed up the door to your room. Standing at the bottom of the bed, she took a moment to be confused before moving from one side of the bed to the other, seeing you on one side and Robby on the other.
She slowly closed the bedroom door with a soft click and pads over to Robby’s side. This was the side she would normally crawl up onto, so technically he was on her side. With a gentle toss, Zero lands on the bed after bouncing off of Robby’s thigh.
He momentarily grumbles and brushes his leg in his sleep before stereotypically smacking his lips in his sleep. Baby girl moves to the area of the bed frame she climbs up and makes her way up onto the mattress.
She waddles on the soft mattress up to Robby’s chest area and plops down on her butt. He’s lying on his side, facing her, still asleep softly snoring.
“Boogie” she whispers softly, gently shoving his tshirt covered chest. He barely moves and lets out a puff of air. She audibly sighs. Your almost 3, going on 17, year old daughter sighs at this man.
“Boogie” she says a little louder in her bubblegum baby girl voice and shoves his chest a little harder, too. He grunts louder in his sleep, clearly not used to having a toddler in the house. His eyes move under his lids back and forth, but stay closed.
“Boogie!” She all but yells and smacks down on his chest causing Robby’s eyes to shoot open and he lets out an “OOMMPH” and a cough. You softly whine in your sleep and roll over, wrapping your arm around Robbys midsection and mutter “S’just a dream, baby”
Robby’s brown eyes meet the soft lavender iris’s of your daughter, who is grinning sleepily.
“Jeez, honey bear. You scared me…are you ok?” He asks in a low voice, opening his arms for your daughter. She crawls up and plops down against his chest, pulling Zero up between them.
“Cuddle me” She softly demands and reaches up to grab his other arm, trying to pull it down over her little body.
Robby’s heart melts out of his chest through his pores. How could he ever deny this little mini version of you anything?
His arms wrapped around her and held her close to his body. He could feel her tiny heartbeat against his chest and her breathing started to even out as she fell back to sleep.
He knew, in this moment, he would never remember what life would be like before now. Lying in bed with both his girls, comfortable and safe. He didn’t want or need anything else. He was content.
He was watching her sleep , almost entranced, when he felt her tiny hand creep up and pat his bearded cheek, “Boogie…sleep” she murmurs out with her eyes still closed.
He chuckled softly and leaned his head down to kiss the crown of her hair. “Ok, princess, let’s go back to sleep”
You woke up the next morning and stood up without much attention paid to anything other than your bladder being full. After walking back in from the bathroom, you stop short. On the bed in front of you is your baby girl lying half across Robby’s chest. Her stuffed Zero is half under Robby’s head and her hands are framing his face, holding his cheeks while she sleeps. Her tiny fingers gently scratching Robby’s beard.
Suddenly, everything felt right. Everything clicked into place. Every trial and tribulation made sense. It all brought you to this moment.
Warnings: semi explicitness, public dry humping, Robby being a dirty boy, so naughty stuff and dirty talk.
Dropping his head to your shoulder, Robby lets out a nervous chuckle and moves his bottom half off of you to give you space.
“Shit…I’m sorry…I just- ah…I’m so into you. And this just…this wasn’t why I took you out tonight” he tries to explain, avoiding your eye contact and briefly reaching down to adjust himself.
“I didn’t come out tonight …expecting…anything” he desperately tries to grab at straws, something to pry his foot out of his mouth.
Your soft giggle jerks him back to reality.
“I wasn’t complaining, Michael” your hands find his hips and tug them forward until his bottom half is pressed flush against yours. He’s thick and full against you. The pulse of him was thrumming through the fabric of your dress and causing a warmth to pull to your center, igniting all those tiny little nerve endings protected by that thin strip of fabric you call panties.
The second your hips connect, you both groan out loud, his head falling forward on your chest and yours falling back against the SUV. Your fingers thread into his hair as he starts to thrust his hips against yours, letting you feel the weight and heft of his cock.
The action of his hips was pulling your dress up inch by inch until you could feel the swift breeze tickle the damp patch collecting on your underwear. Your breathes quicken, creating soft puffs of air to hit Robby’s sweat beaded neck.
“If you don’t stop me I will drop to my knees right here, throw your leg over my shoulder, and fucking devour you in the Hyde Park Prime parking lot” he growls against your ear before sucking the bottom of your lobe into his mouth and tugging.
You let out a soft squeal and a breathy laugh at his pornographic description, he wouldnt dare.
The color in his eyes started to disappear as his pupils blew at the sight of your defiance. The low chuckle that left from the depth of his chest covered your body in chills.
“I will eat your pussy right here.” He says as he slowly lowers to his knees. You gasp and trap for his shoulders to drag him back up.
“Robby! Oh my god stop” you say in a soft panic, still half laughing at the absurdity of this man.
“I believe you! I believe you, stand up” you let out a giggle when he doesn’t budge.
His large hand ran out the outside of your leg starting at your ankle until it rested on your thigh, just under where your dress stopped. His eyes caught yours in a silent ask of permission to keep touching and fuck, how could you tell him no.
His hand stayed while his thumb stretched upwards, swiping up and down where your clit rested under your panties, letting the fabric soak up your arousal. Whimpers start to tumble from your mouth as your hips move to the rhythm of his thumb almost involuntarily.
Just as quick as he started, he stopped. The loss of pressure makes you whine as he stands up and brushes off his suit pants. He pops his thumb in his mouth and rolls his tongue over it, getting a good taste of you coating the inside of his mouth. He pulls his thumb out with a pop and a smirk.
“You wanna get outta here?” He has the nerve to ask with a wink and a tap to your ass.
You stood there stunned for a moment. This man was going to be the death of you.
“You better finish what you started, Robinavitch” you say as you slide into the passenger door Robby just opened for you. After helping you up into the seat, his hand rests on the exposed skin of your thigh.
“I always do, sweetheart. Can’t leave you unsatisfied…I need you so satiated that no other man could ever be able to live up to your expectations again”
With that, he shuts your door and moves to the drivers seat, getting in and starting the engine. After putting it into reverse, His arm goes around the back of your seat as he turns to look as he backs up. Fuck. Why is that so sexy…
Once backed out fully and the vehicle is put back in drive, his large hand rests again on the naked exposed skin of your thigh, thumb gently swiping as he focuses on the road.
Robby’s ears perk at your exclamation from the living room. He starts to venture slowly, peaking around the corner to find you looking at your phone on the couch.
“Good god…this man…holy shit” you mutter to yourself.
He huffs.
“Mikey! Come see this guy he’s so hot! Even you’ll think he’s hot!”
That’s it. He knows you’re his and you’re still HUMAN with eyes…but come on, now. Way to rub it in.
He stomps over to you, ready to pout and whine about how he should be the only “hot guy” you’re staring at, when he realizes you have your phone camera on selfie mode.
The closer he gets to you, the more of his own face fills up the screen.
His cheeks immediately turn beat red and he lets out a soft, awkward laugh.
“That’s….babe, that’s me”
“Duh. So fucking hot…hottest man I’ve ever SEEN!” You say with a wide smile and snap a selfie quickly before he can escape.
He drops his forehead to your shoulder and chuckles.
“I thought you were gonna show me some young muscled up, clean shaven prick…” he admits
“Ew.” You simply state before kissing under his chin and nuzzling against his beard.
“It’s the dad bod and grey in the beard for me”
Robby groans and rolls his head back, “I gotta get to the gym”.
“NO! You leave that man tummy alone! That’s my pillow!”
