Can you do 33 and Dr Robby (and Dr Abbot if you are inclined) for your blizzard bacchanal game? Thank you in advance!
doctor stress relief
pairing: dr. michael 'robby' robinavitch x doctor!female reader (+ implied dr. jack abbot x same female reader)
summary: when there's a power outage in The Pitt during a snowstorm, dr. robby gets stressed and you help him blow off some steam.
warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, vaginal fingering, piv sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, slightly painful sex, creampie, multiple orgasms, come play, big cock, biting, established free use dynamic, bdsm undertones, dirty talk, degradation kink, some praise, objectification kink, pet names (sweetheart, baby), aftercare, stressed out Dr. Robby is a little mean but we love him anyway 🤭
word count: 2.1k
a/n: thank you for sending in this prompt, MJ!! i wasn't totally sure what to write at first (especially since i did a Jack Abbot + power outage fic already) but then i had this idea and i ran with it, and i think it turned into some very filthy fun 🤭 also i might have to revisit this idea and write a sequel for reader and Jack 👀 anyway, i hope you enjoy what i came up with—thanks for playing my blizzard bacchanal game ♡
The power outage in The Pitt was making the stress of the snowstorm even worse, and it didn’t take the brightest mind in the building to see that Dr. Robby was beginning to unravel at the seams. Even though the hospital had backup generators to keep the necessary machinery running, it was a headache on top of an already disastrous day.
It was the type of day when everyone needed their captain, so you kept your eye on Robby while seeing to your own patients. Your gaze found him from across the nurse’s station whenever you had a free moment, and you could tell that his blood pressure was skyrocketing even without strapping him into a monitor.
When he snapped at Dana—Dana, of all people—you’d seen enough.
Leaving your patient who’d gotten banged up on a sled with Dr. Santos, you beelined for Robby and grabbed his arm, tugging him away from the others while Dana glared daggers at the attending from over the top of her glasses.
"Meet me in the break room in five minutes," you whispered, eyes darting around to make sure no one could overhear your conversation. Thankfully, The Pitt was a flurry of activity, and no one had the time or attention to spare on you and Robby.
The day shift attending’s entire body tensed, and you didn’t know how that was possible when he was already wound so tight. Just from the shift in his demeanor, though, you could tell he was going to blow you off, so you tugged him closer, your lips nearly brushing his ear.
"If I don't get your dick inside me in five minutes, I'm going to lose my mind."
Your words were bitten off, and a little harsh, but they did the trick.
Five minutes later, Robby crowded you into the corner of the break room, toward the counter and cabinets where someone might throw together a quick lunch. The room was bathed in dark shadows, the backup generator being used to illuminate more important rooms of the hospital.
"You're such a slut, you know that, sweetheart?" Robby growled, turning you around and pressing your hips into the counter. "We're in the middle of a power outage during the biggest snowstorm Pittsburgh's seen in years, and all you can think about is getting my dick inside you."
"Yeah, I am a slut," you shot back over your shoulder, bracing your hands on the counter and pushing up onto your tiptoes. You rubbed your ass shamelessly against his cock, which was already thick in his scrubs. "And you fucking love it, doctor—love that I'm your personal cock sleeve, always eager to have you buried balls-deep in my tight little cunt."
"Jesus—fuck," Robby cursed, his forehead falling to your shoulder like he was overcome. But his stillness only lasted a moment. Then his big hands were shoving your scrubs and panties down around your thighs, before pushing down his own.
You felt the hot, heavy length of him press against your ass, then the brush of his knuckles as he tugged himself to full hardness. All the while, you tried to stay quiet as wetness gathered between your folds, your body eager for him to slide home.
"This is gonna be quick, sweetheart, 'm not gonna last long," Robby muttered, using his free hand to shove two fingers in your dripping hole and stretch you for him.
You gasped at the blunt intrusion, spreading your thighs as wide as you could and arching your back obscenely as Robby fingerfucked you open from behind. He was being rough and careless, even as he tried to prepare you for his cock. But you didn’t bring him into the break room for this—you were prepared enough.
"Just gimme your dick, doctor,” you whined, tossing a heated look over your shoulder. You caught Robby’s eye in the darkness of the room, his gaze gleaming with hunger for your body. “I want you inside me. Now.”
"Such a demanding, needy little slut," Robby muttered under his breath, pumping his fingers deep into your cunt and twisting them to stroke against that spot inside that had you turning into a whining, whimpering mess. “You want my cock? You’re gonna have to cum first, sweetheart.”
Robby worked your body like a master, and you were weak for him, giving him what he wanted in no time at all.
Within just a few seconds, you were coming all over his fingers, his mouth capturing yours in a devouring kiss to keep you quiet. Your moans were muffled by his ravenous mouth and rough beard, Robby groaning in return as your cunt squeezed his fingers tight.
Before you’d even finished coming, Robby was pulling his fingers free, and you could tell by the slick sounds of him stroking his cock, he was using your wetness to coat the hard length of himself. Then the blunt head was sliding through your slippery folds and you moaned weakly for him, pushing your ass out in offering.
The thick tip of Robby’s cock pushed into your tight pussy and both of you groaned in relief, the sounds low and animalistic in the dark of the break room. For a brief moment, you stayed like that, simply enjoying the feel of each other’s bodies and the familiarity of it.
Then Robby’s big, capable hands grabbed your hips and he slammed his cock home inside your cunt, letting out a loud grunt right next to your ear when he felt your tight warmth wrap around the entirety of his thick shaft.
Meanwhile, you had to slap a hand over your mouth to muffle the scream of taking Robby’s cock all at once. Despite coming on his fingers, you weren’t quite wet or stretched enough to take him easily, but the pain-edged pleasure was enough to send you hurtling toward a second release in no time.
In fact, you relished the burning sting of his thick cock stretching you open and forcefully making room inside your body for his thick girth. You knew it meant you'd be feeling him for hours, and that thought alone had more wetness gathering between your thighs and easing the slide of him inside your tight channel.
“That’s my girl, fucking take it, sweetheart,” Robby growled against your cheek, his coarse beard rasping against your skin. He pulled out halfway before yanking your hips back, fucking you on his dick. "Take my cock in this slutty fucking cunt. You were made for this, made to take my cock and make feel good, isn't that right, baby?”
"Yes, yes, I'm your fuck toy, doctor—your cock sleeve, your cum dump," you babbled, knowing Robby loved it when you degraded yourself for him. You were rewarded with even more pleasure, your head hazy and heavy with every thrust of his cock deep in your cunt. "Fuck me, Robby, pound my cunt, I need it so bad. Need you to punish me for being such a needy slut for you.”
"That's fucking right," Robby rumbled, giving you a particularly brutal thrust then pressing his hips flush against your ass. He stayed there for only a moment before he was pulling back and snapping his hips forward with even more force and unrestrained power. “You deserve this—deserve to be used like my own personal fleshlight until I cum in your filthy fucking hole.”
The unrelenting dirtiness of Robby’s words stole the breath from your lungs and any response you might’ve had fled your lips while he kept pounding you against the counter. All you could do was cover your mouth with your hand to stifle your obscene moans, pressing your cheek against the cabinets to brace yourself for Robby’s harsh fucking.
It seemed he was done with dirty talk, too, as he lost himself in you, fucking you with abandon while he buried his face in your shoulder, biting down through your scrubs to keep quiet. He braced his forearm on the cabinets beside your head, while his other hand dove between your thighs, rubbing your clit ruthlessly.
"Cum on my dick, sweetheart,” Robby rasped in your ear, sounding desperate and so close to the edge, you felt like you could lick his pleasure from his lips. “Let me feel this slutty pussy gush all over my fat cock before I fill you up with so much cum, you’ll be leaking with my seed for hours.”
It was too much—his dirty words, his fingers on your clit, his heavy cock in your cunt. You were lost to the pleasure he so roughly offered you, and as the tension that had been winding tight in your body snapped, you came hard. With the last rational thought in your mind, you pressed your face into Robby's arm, muffling your piercing scream by biting his bicep through his sweatshirt.
As your body clamped down on his thick cock, Robby grunted his own pleasure and he followed you over the edge, his hips slapping brutally against your as he rutted into you wildly. His teeth sank into your shoulder and he gave a feral groan as he came, his cock twitching as he emptied himself in your hole.
"Fuck—fuck," he huffed into your neck, catching his breath as he continued lazily pumping into you. "Jesus," he muttered on a deep exhale, wrapping you up in his arms and pressing a kiss to the side of your head, holding you tight to quell the shiver of satisfied pleasure that raced down your spine. "You always know exactly what I need, don't you, baby?”
At that, you couldn't help but giggle, the sound husky as it fell from your pleasure-drunk mouth. Turning your head, you cupped Robby's bearded cheek in your hand and pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. You knew you’d picked the perfect time to step in and pull him away to blow off some steam, but it was nice to hear him confirm it.
“Just call me doctor stress relief,” you quipped, nuzzling your face into Robby’s beard and pressing a kiss to his jaw. He rumbled a pleased sound, and you knew you had him right where you wanted him—so you gave him a warning nip with your teeth and said firmly, “Now, go apologize to Dana. She didn't deserve to be snapped at."
"I know," Robby said, heaving a sigh and hanging his head a little. You pressed another kiss to his slightly damp forehead, smiling into his skin as he murmured an earnest, "Thank you."
"Anytime," you said, squeezing his softening cock with your inner muscles, wringing a helpless groan from the doctor at your back. He gave you half-hearted glare as he gently pulled himself from your body, which you returned with a self-satisfied smirk.
Robby tucked his cock away, then helped you right yourself—though he spent much longer than was necessary watching his cum drip from your pussy. He pulled your scrub pants up without cleaning you thoroughly, and you knew he was going to be thinking about his cum leaking from your hole for the rest of his shift.
When you were both done making yourselves presentable, Robby pulled you close and you shared a deep kiss before he finally pulled away, swatting your ass playfully and making you gasp.
He left the break room first, heading back into the fray of The Pitt before you followed a few moments later. By the time you made it back to the nurse's station, Robby was giving Dana a heartfelt apology, his head hanging in remorse while she smirked at him.
On the other side of the room, Jack Abbot caught your eye. He’d come in on his day off to help out during the storm, and he’d been a godsend during the power outage, especially since it meant you could sneak away with Robby without worrying about leaving the others without an attending.
Jack’s gaze flicked from you to Robby and back to you. His hazel eyes were knowing and his mouth was twisted into an amused smirk as he gave you a subtle two thumbs up before returning to whatever he’d been doing.
In the back of your mind, you made a mental note to check on Jack as soon as you could and see how he was doing with the stress of The Pitt during a snowstorm and power outage. He tended to bury his stress and retreat up to the roof when no one was looking, and you didn’t want your other attending to go without the relief he needed.
During an event as stressful as a power outage during a major snow storm, everyone in The Pitt had to pitch in and be a team player—and you were more than happy to serve as stress relief for the incredible doctors who kept the emergency department running.
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Can you just imagine a lazy, rainy day in bed with Robby and Jack? Like everyone has the day off (a rare occurrence) so you three just never leave the bed except to get food. And the rain is coming down outside but you’re nice and warm and cosy between the two of them.
Oh, I’m picturing it, @thedamnqueenofhell! 😌
Robby is the one who wakes up first. He opens the bedroom window open wide and sits in front of it in a kitchen chair with a cup of black coffee. Your eyes slit open, and he hears you stir and smiles at you.
“What are you doing up?” you ask.
“Enjoying this,” he says, gesturing to the grey sky, the dripping trees, the birdsong.
“What’s up?” Jack asks.
He hasn’t even opened his eyes yet, and he’s already trying to assess the situation. His arms wrap around you a little tighter.
“Come back to bed,” you say.
“But then I’ll just want to keep you up,” he teases.
“Let me keep you up,” you say.
This earns you a crooked smile.
“Yeah?”
“Robby, either come back to bed and let us fuck you, or stay over there and shut up,” Jack grumbles.
Robby is older than him, but sometimes Jack can out-old man him. It’s one of his many endearing qualities.
Robby laughs and sets his cup of coffee on the window sill. He stands and climbs back into bed and into your outstretched arms.
Oops! I accidentally made this cute instead of smutty!
Yay. Another Cody run and Roman in the title picture for the other belt. How exciting 🙄🙄🙄
Okay, I wasn't going to go off on a tangent, but I will be taking this ask as both an opening and permission to go off on a tangent, for I fear I am currently Plagued By Many Thoughts.
I continue to be flabbergasted by the creative team and their ability to not only set ceilings for their stars (see: Chelsea Green and all the BS commentary from creative that was shown on Unreal) but for themselves and the stories they write.
The possibilities were endless. They could have set up Drew vs Randy (there is literally already history there). They could have set up a triple threat with Drew/Cody/Randy (they get the Cody headline they're obviously desperate for without having to strip Drew of the title). They could have set up a four-way with those three and Jacob.
Like... what was the point of Cody losing both the Rumble and the Chamber if he was just going to be awarded a title match regardless? And at that point, why have him lose the title at all if he was just going to have it again heading into WrestleMania? It's silly and trite.
I get "draws" and "star power" but recycling the same stars and names is how you shoot yourself in the foot and end up doing all this... last minute scrambling they've been doing. The two-night format should be a great way to keep the main event scene fresh but it isn't.
Did Drew not deserve a main event spot after only getting one (1) during the COVID era? Randy just tonight talked about having only main evented twice. Punk didn't get his first main event until last year despite growing into a main-event caliber star in the 2010s.
Seth is a prime example of being fiercely loyal to this godforsaken company and helping carry it on your back and still not being seen as a "main eventer", because he was long overdue for a main event by the time he actually got one with Cody and the Bloodline, and then last year vs Punk and Roman.
And don't get me started on the women, because after the absolute robbery with Iyo/Rhea/Bianca (which ended up being a MOTY contender or winner several times), they're really going to rob the women again despite the whole Royal Rumble "the winner gets to main event at WrestleMania" shtick? Come on.
Okay, so I started listening to Andy's narration of LotR (thank you Spotify Premium!) and I'm so happy you shared that because his voice is just perfection
His voice is incredible, seriously I could listen to him every day (and I often do, lol) and it's probably for the best that I don't know the actual number of hours I've listened to the Lord of the Rings, The Hobbit and especially the Silmarillion audiobooks (and that's not counting the non-LOTR ones he's done).
It can also be risky listening to them in public because that man definitely activates the voice kink in me, and while one minute he can be doing crazy goblin voices or Sam being adorable, the next he can also do a very excellent raspy Aragorn or the gravelly Mouth of Sauron calling Pippin a brat, which is fINE I'M FINE. 🥴
Also you should definitely check out this clip of how he managed to keep the 130 plus different characters separate that he voiced in the Trilogy (Gilmi is very funny!).
“Sunlight all Around” was so amazing. Mean Dom Robby into soft aftercare Robby was great. Jack and Robby taking care of the reader was great. And just the way you write the feelings of sub drop is perfection.
thank you so much!! i’m so glad you enjoyed it! and thought the sub drop parts were okay. much love <3
