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sweetheart — .ᐟ

summary: despite you and robby agreeing to keep your strictly physical relationship under wraps, you self-combust when your attending keeps calling you 'sweetheart'. wc. 1k notes.this is completely based off my lab partner calling me 'sweetheart' and me nearly breaking a vial. enjoy :)

Sweetheart. Sweetheart. Thanks, sweetheart.

It replays in your head like a cursed audio loop as you meander your way through the Pitt. You stay focused but your mind circles back to it. Sweetheart.

showgirlshawn

Peppermint Winter

Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Nurse!Reader

When the flu hits the night shift nurses at PTMC, you agree to pull a double and work a night shift before your scheduled day shift. Robby decides to still sleep at your house that night. There’s no way that will lead to everyone finding out you’re in a secret relationship with the day shift attending - right?

Warnings/Notes: Secret relationship trope (duh) unspecified, but implied age gap. Slight scent kink. Mentions of smut (but no actual smut). VERY brief mention of pittfest (one line - for a backstory). Cannon typical mention of ([kid] patient) death(s). Slight season 2 spoiler - blink and you miss it. Michael Robinavitch is a goofball. Medical and hospital inaccuracies (all medical things I know are from two medical shows with one Noah Wyle and some Dr Google bullshit). Mention of garsantos. this idea came to me because ya girl only has peppermint body wash from Christmas 😂. Thanks to my night shift @atlaslapis for listening to this idea when it popped into my mind & being the best beta. I love you the most.

Michael sat at central trying to catch up on charting. It had been a hectic day in The Pitt. Everytime he turned around, someone else was saying his name.

“Dr. Robby, can I present to you?”

“Hey Dr. Robby, I need an extra set of hands.”

“Trauma ETA 5 minutes Dr. Robby.”

He didn’t want to be Dr. Robby anymore. He wanted to be Michael. And the one place he was Michael was in your arms.

emziess

Noah Wyle as Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch The Pitt, 5:00 P.M

amphib0e

rabbot & their independent gf ˖°

smau !!

cw: f! reader, alludes to smut, kinda bossy rabbot (they just want to take care of you!!!), sugar baby reader? kinda?, reader doesn’t know what a day off is to save herself, these two are gonna get more gray trying to take care of you i swear

a/n: baby’s first smau !!! just a little idea i had in mind and wanted to see how it would flow as a text chain !! i hope y’all enjoy it xoxo

𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

lovebunwrites

Robby with pregnant!reader headcanons

Nothing nsfw!

Immediately drops the whole sabbatical idea when he finds out. He was still on the fence about it, and the two of you argued about it every day. You knew something wasn't right whenever he brought it up. He'd tell you to take good care of yourself while he was gone, like he would never come back. Eventually, you broke down and told him: "Why do you keep bringing it up then, huh?! I told you it'll be fine!" he yelled, walking around with his hands in his hair. You were crying already, tears streaming down your face. "YOU CAN'T LEAVE, I'M PREGNANT!. The room went dead silent; he couldn't even speak. He comes over and hugs you, your wrecking sobs against him and he just holds you tight rubbing your back up and down. "I won't go, I won't go, I promise, baby," he coos.

2. Helicopter husband and dad already. He doesn't mean to be, but he feels such a sense of responsibility for you. He texts you every hour to ask how you're doing. "Did you take your prenatals?" he asks very sternly. "...Not yet," you whisper, knowing you're about to get chewed out. "Honey. I set a timer on your phone for a reason. How much have you eaten today? You can't just live off one meal anymore; you're carrying a baby." He monitors everything, not because he's an asshole, but because he wants the pregnancy to go as smoothly as possible.

3. Tries all your cravings with you. You feel bad about eating weird shit by yourself, so he chugs it down with you. "Mmh, oh fuck yes, that hits the spot," you moan in complete bliss, meanwhile poor Robby is trying not to throw up the most disgusting combo of his life. He'll never tell you he hates it, though; he sees your face light up, and that's enough for him to keep eating.

4. Reads about 10,000 parenting books. He never had good or devoted parents, so he makes sure he gets all the help he can. He always leaves them on his nightstand so he can read them before and after bed.

5. Spends all the time he can get in the pediatric department; if there's a case with a baby or a kid, he immediately snatches it up. He gets so happy interacting with them, knowing he has his own little one on the way. He is also much more temperamental in situations involving kids. He used to be bulletproof, but now when he even senses abuse of neglect he has to physically hold himself back from punching them.

6. Talks to your bump any time he's free. When he gets home late and you're asleep, he'll crawl next to your stomach and softly rub it. "Hey, it's your dad. You okay in there? Good. I had a long day, sorry I was gone for so long, angel," he'll softly whisper, not wanting to wake you up. You were awake a few times, but you pretended to stay asleep till he was all done. He looks forward to it every single day.

7. Loves buying clothes for the baby. He doesn't care whether it's a boy or a girl; he just wants his baby dressed in outfits he picked out. He buys little scrubs and is so excited to show you. "Robby, honey, you're buying clothes like we're having triplets! There's one baby." You huff after coming home to 4 bags of onesies, shirts, pants, socks, and shoes.

8. Keeps a photo of the ultrasound and you in his backpack. Whenever days are harder and he feels like he wants to hurt himself, he'll take them out and look at them till he calms down. They are the only things that can get rid of his panic attacks now. Looking at his whole world in his hands makes him know everything will be okay and that he has so much now.

robinavitchgf

older neighbour!robby who gets worried about you when you’re home alone, so he knocks on your door, bowl of popcorn in one hand and two glass bottles of coca cola in the other. you obviously invite him in, both of you settling down on your couch to watch a movie—your choice of course, because there’s no way he would choose legally blonde as a movie to watch on a saturday night.

he doesn’t overstep, just wants to make sure you’re safe while you live alone. when he leaves at the end of the night, he gives you his number, letting you know that if you ever need anything, he’s only a phone call away. you smile and thank him, watching as he crosses the patch of grass between your houses and enters into his own house. you’re totally giddy and you immediately call your best friend and tell her all about him.

“he’s like.. a bit older, but he’s so hot and he’s super nice..”

“you sure he’s not perving on you?”

“absolutely not, we watched legally blonde and shared some popcorn.. just made small talk, that was it..”

“okayyyyy.. well maybe he might like you.. flirt with him a little.. plus, you said he was a doctor right.. think of the money!”

“oh shit, you’re right.. oh my god..”

you talked with her some more before you yawned and called it a night. you made your way back downstairs to clear up the popcorn and the bottles, when you noticed his grey jacket slung over the arm of the couch. picking it up, you headed out your front door and looked over at his house, there was no light on so you figured he had gone to sleep and you would just take the jacket back over tomorrow. you walked upstairs to your bedroom, throwing it at the end of your bed before going into your ensuite, brushing your teeth and getting ready for bed—and as soon as your body hit the mattress, you were out like a light.

80sfilmclub

smutty blurb request for agegap robby where he likes to end the day with you riding his thigh/dry humping until you make a mess on his lap so he can clean you up before bed? 😵‍💫

blurb requests are open — ♡

oh sweet nonnie...... this was so much fun to write omfg. quick warning: excessive daddy kink and indulgent uses of petnames!

robby likes to think he's doing better now, finding new routines to have a healthier work-life balance. he doesn't stay later than his alotted shift and he's got something else to help him destress once he gets home.

you.

"fuck, daddy—!" you squeal as your legs slot around his thigh, your panty-clad clit rubbing against the firm muscle beneath you. robby grunts as you push his shoulders back against the headboard from your eagerness. you're like a bunny on his lap, young and overeager in the way you chase your pleasure like this.

cyber333angel

was thinking about robby and how he loves how swollen and puffy your pussy looks after he’s done with you, how it would be drooling out both yours and his arousal onto the bed.. how you would be trembling and reaching for him to hold you after literally turning your brain to mush just from drilling his cock into you.. how the older man laughs when you whine for him to fill you up again because your sloppy hole feels all empty without him, and robby declines because he knows his drowsy girl isn’t in the right headspace right now hmm..

rosefiammotta

such sad eyes - chapter one

pairing: michael "robby" robinavitch x nurse!reader synopsis: You are a newly hired nurse whose dating preferences shake up the whole ER; little do you know, your new attending is exactly your type. And little does Robby know how guilty as sin he feels around you. Will you both let your guards down long enough to let the other in? Or will this just be a quick fling?

warnings: 18+ mdni, age-gap, reader is in her 25+'s, I have no medical knowledge so sorry for innacuracies, this is a series so serious slowburn, angst, both of them have trust issues, reader has daddy issues lowkey, maybe eventual smut? stay tuned here is it on ao3 if you prefer a/n: I started writing this in 3rd pov but have decided it's probably better in 2nd so this is the 2nd draft of this chapter. this is my first published work on tumblr and my first published work since like 2022 so go easy on me please. First time writing for Robby and as much as I know this first chapter is kinda meh I have better stuff lined up! hope you enjoy!

March 20th 6:49am

You came in the spring. Petals opening up with their vibrant colors, leaves flushed with sage, sun blazing and unforgiving. Your hair fell from your face in a beautiful mess, claw clip enclosing the rest of it. Skin smelling like vanilla and florals, scent enclosed by the navy scrubs you adorned, little keychains hanging from your breast pocket. Although you were a younger soul, you weren't blinded by optimism. Nor were you calloused like someone finishing up their residency. You knew deep down that some wounds couldn’t heal, the physical and the emotional ones. You weren't familiar with this particular ER, but you knew eventually you would be. Giving time and dedication to it, this would be your new home. You were ready and willing to dedicate yourself to its desires.

The doors shut behind you, and you don't hesitate, walking to the main section of the desks. Some might call it a bullpen, others have labeled it “The Pitt.”

“Good morning to you too,” said the woman with platinum blonde hair pulled back loosely in a clip, clearly noting your eagerness. She lowered her black readers to get a good look at you, size you up, you were fresh meat after all.

“Good morning,” you replied, hand flexing on your tote bag.

“You must be my new nurse, right? Name’s Dana, welcome to The Pitt.” Dana flashed a smile and immediately went to work with you. She gave you the lowdown of the place, names and faces almost overwhelming you.

“Hi “Fresh meat”,” said the woman with a mean mug and sassy eyes.

You gave a once-over; dark locks were pulled into a tight, low ponytail. She wore navy scrubs with a teal long-sleeve underneath, and her blue eyes gleamed with mischief.

“Doctor Santos, she mostly barks, but she also bites so be careful.” Dana said it half-sarcastically, but you were pretty sure she meant the biting part. Santos playfully mimicked a bite before walking away, seemingly lost interest in the new toy thrown into the playpen.

“She’s just like that,” a boy, no, a man, a man with eyes of a boy, responded. He gave out his hand to be shaken and you took it. “Whitaker, welcome.” His lips curled in a small smile, his eyes kind. You noticed he had mousely features, big eyes, and floppy golden hair. Cute. He was endearing in a boyish way, like a brother you'd tease.

But Dana had no patience for your moment, rushing you through the halls, clearly no time to waste. So many tasks to memorize, procedures, code names, and actual names; Mohan, McKay, Javadi, Langdon, King, Nolan, Princess, Perlah, Jesse, Ogilvie, Kwon, Al-Hashimi, Donahue. Some with doctor in front of it, some with nurse. And just when you thought you'd had enough, exhausted by the information overload, one more person appeared.

“Good morning,” the man said sing-song-ingly, seemingly in a good mood. Everything about him drew you in. His voice like whiskey, dark and smooth. You watched as he placed his thermos down at the desk, the bitter smell of pure black coffee hitting you in contrast to the disinfectant smell in the air. He was leaning against the counter, his large frame towering over the computers. Calloused, large hands had grabbed a chart that had been sitting in a stack behind the desk and began perusing, perching round glasses atop his strong nose. The bags under his eyes indicated his lack of sleep, wrinkles in his skin announcing his weathered age. He had a navy blue zip-up jacket over pitch black scrubs, a white tee underneath it all with a gold chain peaking out. Even from a distance you could smell him; a deep, woodsy smell mixed with leather and the clean scent of a dove soap bar. All in one. All manly. Classic American.

“Last person to know, this is our chief attending, Dr. Robinavitch.” His face was buried in a chart before briefly looking up, locking eyes with yours. Deep brown meeting your gaze. “Please, just Dr. Robby.” He flashed a tight-lipped smile. You weren't nervous, but you released a deep breath you hadn’t realized you'd been withholding. Smiling in return, your name dropped from your lips. He repeated it and it felt like a homemade syrup to you; natural, arguably too sweet, and yet left wanting more.

“New nurse, first day.” Dana said flatly, snatching the chart up from Dr. Robby’s grasp. “Well, The Pitt welcomes you,” He said softly, genuinely, a gentle gaze in his eyes but a distance in his soul when he said it. “Thank you.” You responded, just before Dana sent you off to a new task, too far away to hear the conversation being had about you.

“Your replacement?” Robby said jokingly, paying no mind to you walking away but couldn’t help but note the lingering scent of vanilla and lilies. The older woman chuckled, “You wish.” She watched as his eyes lingered to the room you had walked into. “Guess they finally listened to you.” It was Robby’s turn to chuckle now, as if Gloria would actually listen to him. “Just glad she’s here.” Dana finished, walking off. Your laugh echoed; he couldn’t help but notice its sweet tone. Robby watched as you interacted with the patient, giving them a soft smile and gentle eyes.

“Me too.”

April 29th

Most of your interactions went the way you'd met. Short. Brief. Little. He paid you very little attention at first, waiting to see if you could stomach the demands of the needy emergency department. And you did. Give into its every need with a high head and soft smile.

You earned trust and respect easily, you were dependable, clearly a quick “fan” favorite when you brought homemade sourdough cinnamon rolls to the break room. A new recipe you saw floating around on tiktok. Or "the tweenybopper app," so loving called by Jack Abbott.

People quickly lost bets as they realized you weren't going anywhere, you were determined to stay. But your private life was elusive; you weren't quick to open up and even slower to speak about anything romantic.

So safe to say everyone was surprised when your boyfriend came in to visit one day.

1:32 pm

“No fucking way,” Santos said, leaning back in her chair to see a 50+ year old giving the newbie a deep kiss, his withered hands resting on your back pockets. “There’s no way… right?” Whittaker said, popping into the little gossip circle that was beginning to form, Perlah and Princess placing bets on exactly who this stranger was and the label he would have. When he walked away, and you drew near to them they scattered like mice, all pretending like they weren’t just gawking at the uncanny sight.

You couldn’t help but feel the tension; it was so thick you were practically drowning in it. Turning, you saw them quickly look away, “Okay, what is it?”

Santos piped in first, “So who was that?” You immediately rolled your eyes and turned away, going back to whatever charts you had initially come for.

“If you simply must know, that was my boyfriend, yes, boyfriend.” You dragged the last words out just for them to understand. This was not your first rodeo, nor did your think it would be your last. You were very used to having to justify your elderly taste in men to others, so it didn’t necessarily bother you to explain; it was just a hassle. Saying, “they just get me better,” “less drama,” and “they’re better in bed.”

May 4th 2:34 pm

Robby was rushing off to the next task, but couldn’t help but notice a stranger who didn’t seem like a patient in his ER, clearly looking for someone. The man had his eyes set on the latest hire.

It truly didn’t dawn on him that this couldn’t have been anyone but a friend or relative. So he took a wild guess.

You were too busy typing something to truly notice Robby's bewildered stare at you, but you felt his presence next to you. As well as that classic scent, a little more tobacco smelling today, you wondered if he switched cologne's. Regardless, you waited patiently for him to speak up.

“Looks like your family’s waiting for you,” he said, head bopping in the other man’s direction.

You stopped what you were doing immediately, eyes growing wide, “Family? Dr. Robby, I have no family here.”

It was here you could see it in his eyes; his false assumption and how he regreted making it now.

“Friend?” He pointed in the man’s direction. When you turned your attention to the person, seeing your boyfriend smile and wave slightly, you then also pointed to the man, “Friend? Boy-friend.”

“Boyfriend?” Robby was pretty stumped; it seemed childish to call a 50+ year-old a young 20-something-year-old’s boyfriend.

“I’m a big girl Dr. Robinavitch.” You only said his full name when you were teasing or cross with him; in this instance, he couldn’t tell the difference.

You left your task momentarily, practically leaping into the older man’s jacked arms who lifted you with ease. And right there, within sight of the entire ER, your boyfriend had the gall to stick his tongue down your throat. To which you responded with equal passion.

“You seem surprised,” said Dana, practically materializing out of thin air next to Robby. And he was; eyes widened and brows lifted, practically frozen in place, glasses drooping and nearly falling off his nose as he suddenly closed his gaping mouth.

“Doesn’t take much to surprise me these days, but that is a little shocking.” He straightened up, taking the glasses off his face, at least trying to ignore the sudden ache in his back.

“How so?”

“She’s just so-“

“Young?”

He closed his mouth tightly, scrunched his nose, and tilted his head. Like she’d nailed him.

“Was thinking more lively.”

“And he doesn’t seem lively to you?” She was just teasing him at this point, pushing his buttons. Your boyfriend continued to chase down your mouth, deepening the kiss at any opportunity he had and you let him; you loved it. Until you could hear some whoops and claps from your coworkers who all suddenly began noticing the spicy scene between you and your man. You giggled and pushed him back, a blush creeping to your cheeks as he whispered something into your ear.

“Cause he sure seems it.”

May 9th 4:36 pm

“So what’s the deal with Grandpa?”

“You can’t just ask that!”

“He’s not an actual grandpa… right?”

You chuckled for a moment before responding to Santos, Javadi, and King. “Yes, we’re dating. Yes, it’s fine to ask. And no, he’s not an actual grandpa… yet.” With the last statement, you walked away, trying to avoid that last conversation at all cost.

But Santos followed in your wake, “You can’t actually be serious, right?” She had that subtle edge to her words, she didn't mean for it to come across mean, it's just how she was.

But you didn't care, your life experiences influencing your life. “What? Yeah, he’s not exactly Prince Charming-“

“He’s like 80!”

“And yet none of us batted an eye when we were making theories about Samira and Dr. Abbott?”

“Fair point.” Santos stopped, thinking it over for a split second before continuing. “But c’mon, you’ve gotta admit it’s kinda…”

“Kinda what?” You huffed, already fed up with having to re-explain it to her.

“I mean, he could be your dad, dude.”

This was a bruise for you; an unseen injury to others, but a tender spot to you, something Trinity couldn’t have known but unknowingly dug into. You stopped walking, confronting her dead on.

“But he’s not, and my dad’s not around, so who really cares? Look, I’m not a minor, I have a fully developed frontal lobe and I don't need you to judge me." “I don’t mean to yuck your yum-”

You breathed out heavily and quickly, hands up in a "stop" motion. “Dr. Santos." You hadn’t spent enough time together outside of the fluorescent lighting for you to say her first name. In her eyes you could see the sorry she wouldn't be able to say.

"I don't need to justify myself to your or anyone else." You began, "But, they're good listeners, they're good lovers, they're sexy as hell-" Santos lifted her hand up in defeat, face drawn in disgust.

“Okay, okay, now I’m yucking your yum if you use any more descriptives.” It was your turn to laugh off her statement. You both began walking again, going to your respective tasks.

“I’m happy right now, that’s what matters to me.” And Santos nodded, understanding in a way what you meant. That even if it’s momentary, it’s something.

May 16th 5:42 pm

“Okay, would you just say what you're thinking?” You slammed the chart you'd been working on at the desk, not even paying attention to the clatter it made. No, you were too bothered by the subtle side eye your attending had been giving you the past couple of days. Small enough gestures that made you feel like you were going crazy. It was a particularly slow day, and there weren’t as many people around, so it just made Robby’s moments stand out more. Leaving her frustrated and frazzled, until she felt like she just broke.

“I didn’t say anything?” Robby responded, hands up in surrender.

“Exactly.” You weren't letting up, a genuine upset contorting your face. Robby couldn’t stand that, the subtle pout you were giving. He sighed, recognizing his defeat and running a hand down his face. He took the opportunity to sit, leaning backwards in a chair and holding his face up with his palm, the other hand gesturing.

“He just seems-“ now what word could he possibly use without offending her? This was a battle he surely would lose. And what could he say anyway? That the guy was probably as old as him? What would that insinuate? Yet she was waiting on an answer, eyebrows lifted, and your head bobbed in anticipation of his response.

“Older.”

You had to roll her eyes at that. As if you hadn’t heard that before. “And?”

He looked at you, like actually stopped and looked into your eyes. “You don’t think you could do better?”

You let out a hearty laugh; as sweet as he was being, you just had to think it was funny. “Dr. Robby, this is me doing better. Don’t think you’ve seen the modern dating scene. We don’t meet in drive-ins and mixers anymore.” It was his turn to laugh now.

He shrugged his shoulders and turned back to charting something down. “You’re right, you’re a big girl.”

“Yes, I am Dr. Robinavitch. I am a big girl.”

June 10th 7:12 am

Until you weren't. Until you came in with teary eyes and a broken heart, hair a mess, miscolored socks and dried up mascara staining your cheeks.

“Woah what ran you over?” McKay questioned, putting her hand on your shoulder; a gesture you clearly needed.

“I wish I were run over.” McKay took that as a sign that the shoulder touch wasn’t enough; this was a hug knd of situation.

Seeing the physical gesture from a distance, everyone took it as a sign that something was very much off. News spread like wildfire; Robby being the last to know, like normal. Jack broke the news to him as they were switching shifts, “You hear about the girl’s boy toy?”

Robby cussed quietly, trying to ignore the burn on his tongue and throat from drinking his coffee too quickly. He swallowed the burning liquid fast because he had to respond, especially since Jack had used the expression "boy-toy."

“What?” Abbott said her name, put up two fingers and split them, then motioned crying. What an idiot. But Robby couldn’t care less, or at least that’s what he said to himself and anyone who asked. “Okay?” And it was partly true. Why would he care? He was just glad that old freak wasn’t coming around anymore and feeling up his latest nurse. Not like he had any emotional investment in how things were going, how the guy kept showing up and bringing you flowers, how he would drive you off in his little sports car, squealing out of the ambulance bay.

No, he only noticed how happy you were and how it came out in your work. But even now, with a broken heart, you were still putting on a smile. You wiped your face and showed up to work; it was just in your character; you refused to let anyone down. It was admirable, and he respected that.

1:23 pm

You were taking a minute in the break room, inhaling a long breath, and clutching onto your mug of warmth. Robby walked in suddenly, going straight to the dripping coffee pot, grabbing the half-full pot and refilling his thermos. There was silence, a weird tension. He cleared his throat, wondering if he should say something. But how could he be comforting? He didn’t know the first thing about comforting a 20-something-year-old going through a breakup.

“You good?” Dumbest question asked ever.

You let out a small chuckle and placed the mug down. “I’ve been better, Dr. Robinavitch.” Cross. And you walked out.

Yeah, there was no winning that one. So he sighed, looked at the time on his watch, and walked back out.

8:42 pm

The sky lit up like a Christmas tree in November; stars painted the sky in their different hues, tiny specks of white, blue, and yellow. You found solace in the stars; maybe they were lonely tonight too?

The creak of the rooftop door would've startled you, but the sirens in the night drowned its heavy thud. Heavy footsteps followed in its wake, that familiar sigh you’d gotten used to hearing behind you now. You had been sitting, palms behind you, feet planted on the roof. Turning only your head, you watched as your attending stopped and stood beside you, looking out to the city’s skyline.

“Please don’t jump, I don’t think I can take any more today.” She said, half-joking, half-serious. His chest rumbled with his chuckle, a small grin on his lips, crows feet present when looking down.

Pushing yourself off of your palms, you leaned forward, knees pressed up to your chest.

“Listen, I’m sorry about earlier,” you began. Robby looked down, unsure of what you could possibly be apologetic for, having a bad day? You couldn't look at him, eyes fixated on the skyline now. “I’d been pissy with you all day. That’s not cool.” He chuckled again, the usage of "not cool," ringing in his mind and displaying your age. Suddenly, the memory of you calling him “Dr. Robinavitch” all day appeared in his mind. Although you were never outwardly mean, you just weren't overly kind like you normally were.

“You’re allowed to have a bad day, kid.” It just spilled out of him, the three-letter word he wasn’t sure he was supposed to call her. Feeling kind of icky when he said it but also endearing.

You chuffed a laugh, a small smile creeping up to your lips. Nodding in response, you got up, dusted the concrete off of you and began walking away. You were ready for this day to be over.

Robby didn’t turn, but he did say, “I’m sorry, breakups, they suck.” He paused in between each saying, emphasizing his lack of experience in this particular area.

Sighing, you shrugged and with that same smile said, “It’s whatever, I’ll get over it.”

It hit him, your smile. The one you gave when something clearly ached, a pain underneath the surface. It was almost worst than if you were crying, because at least then maybe he wouldn't feel so torn. So he tries his best to do what he thinks is comforting.

“For the record, he’s an idiot.” He didn’t mean for it to sound so flirtatious. “An old idiot.” He adds.

And you erupt in laughter, clutching on to your chest as a couple of tears stream down your face, “You’re one to talk, Dr. Robby.”

Your comment caused him to fully turn towards you now, lips parted slightly, as if he was actually shocked. “I’m not that old.”

You covered her mouth, knowing it would surely get you in further trouble if you spoke, “Right, right.”

He couldn’t help it, seeing the little grin on your face, the way you were holding back your laughter and trying to be polite but hardly keeping it in; he had to laugh too. Then you both erupted in laughter. Sounding like hyenas in the night, squealing and cackling, both letting out the long day in the form of an audible release of air. Minutes pass by, and you finally wipe the tears that had formed at the corners of your eyes away, trying desperately to regain your breath. A heavy exhale left your chest and you stood back up straight, looking at Dr. Robby noticing his eyes looked a little more clear in the night sky then they did before.

There was distance in his gaze still, but there was a genuine kindness you could see. Almost as if he was trying to reach you, trying to meet you where you were. It was sweet, you were grateful.

“Thank you, Dr. Robby.” You turned to leave again, feeling resolved, hand on the door.

“Please," he began, "When we’re not in there, it’s just Robby.”

It surprised you, hearing him be so vulnerable. You turned your head, his gaze still reaching out, you nodded.

“Thank you, Robby.”

Uh oh.

part two

mysatnin

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐄 & 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄. 🕊️

author's note: This is my first ever smau, so please bear with me. This is just for fun, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Dana and Jack are Robby's number one supporters here. Also, Santos mentioned because she's my favourite pittling, and Mohabbot is here. :) x

credit: The cute divider used was made by @robinavitchslut.

taglist, please comment if you'd like to be added: @purplekitty2019 @popecodysgirl @startaegi @metal-armed-muse @bloodink94 @soapyspurnell @themoonwithprophets @1234nla @itsme-jessss @tiireads @kneelforloki

cup1dsgirlll

ready for that lonely life to end — dbf!Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x fem!reader

cw: age gap, doggy, clitoral stimulation, cervical exam???, mating press, creampie

“Holy shit, M-Mikey!” you screeched into the pillow, your moans muffled against the soft cushion. Robby's large hand snaked from your hip to the back of your head, gathering your hair at the root into his fist, and gripped it harshly. You whimpered out in surprise when he yanked at your scalp to lift your head off the pillow. His thrusts did not falter as you moaned out into the bedroom, the wanton sound echoing throughout his apartment.

“Mikey-” you gasped as he tugged harder on your hair until your arched back was pressed against his coarse, hairy chest. He wrapped his arm around your waist and moved his hand from your hair toward your neck. Grabbing it gently to hold rather than to squeeze. The possessive gesture makes you even wetter, and the squelching sounds between you get louder.

“The whole point of bringing you to my place," he grunted with his lips against your ear, "is so that you can be. Fucking. Loud." His thrusts were timed perfectly with his words.

paigepie213

Teasing To Love - Dr. Robby x Female Reader

Request - Do you know what I can't stop thinking about? Pissing off robby... like nothing serious, just having fun. Just being a bit of a brat and getting him all riled up during the day. 😇

thanks for the request, I might have made it slightly serious 🫶

Masterlist

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The emergency department had been open for exactly seven minutes when Dana looked up from the charge desk, watched you walk through the ambulance bay doors with entirely too much confidence, and sighed.

“Oh, no.”

Mel glanced over from the coffee machine. “What?”

Dana nodded toward you.

“You’ve got that smile.”

“What smile?”

“The one that says Robby’s about to have a bad day.”

You looked positively radiant. Hair neatly tied back. Gray scrubs freshly pressed. Trauma shears clipped to your waistband. Coffee in one hand. Breakfast sandwich in the other. You looked like every other nurse arriving for a twelve-hour shift. Except for the mischievous glint in your eyes.

“I resent that,” you said, dropping your backpack beside the nurses’ station.

moonlightglit

Wearing this whilst cuddling up to Robby whilst he’s reading to you and you play with his beard and then your hand trails down to play with his gold chain (i feel like the chain is not talked about enough) 🌝😩

ak-vintage

Latent Instincts - Chapter 1

Pairing: Alpha!Dr. Robby x Omega!Travel Nurse Reader

Summary: Eager for a change of scenery following a messy break-up, you accept a travel nursing contract in the emergency department of Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center. You think this new job will be a soft place to land. However, you quickly find that you may have bitten off more than you can chew when you meet Dr. Michael Robinavitch, the protective, stubborn Chief Attending with misplaced Alpha instincts who treats the entire ED like his pack.

Robby never thought he would want an Omega, and frankly, it’s been a long time since he has been stable enough to care for one properly. You certainly aren’t looking to jump into anything after the disaster that was your previous relationship. There are plenty of reasons why the two of you ought to give each other a wide berth.

The only problem is…you can’t seem to stay away from each other. No matter how hard you try.

Chapter Summary: On the first day of your contract with PTMC, you meet Dr. Robinavitch, an Alpha with dark, sad eyes and a tarnished reputation who is struggling to lead his pack.

Chapter Tags/Warnings: Omegaverse AU. Alpha/Beta/Omega dynamics. Moderate/heavy angst. Depictions of depression, anxiety, and PTSD. Robby is not in a good place, y'all. (Nothing explicit or violent, but still 18+ like the rest of my blog.)

Chapter Word Count: 10K

Read on AO3 | Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Next Part

strangelure

thinking about people witnessing the bossman michael 'robby' robinavitch turning into a softy, submissive, pushover when he's with you

like asking him to fetch you something (perhaps a drink) without saying please, only a soft "mikey, can you..." and he immediately gets up without a word and follows your command with a "yeah honey"

at a bar or at a party, robby sitting with his legs spread wide open, you standing in between them facing him, his head smushed against your lower abdomen as you play with his hair, robby's arms wrapped tightly around your legs to keep you still

shoniebalognie

And then there were four

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

Jack and Robby made sure to always take care of you, and now that you were pregnant that was exasperated ten fold. And you, you just wanted this baby out by any means necessary.

CW: 18+ MDNI, smut, pregnancy, nondescript birth, PIV unprotected, oral (m/f)

Note: take it easy on me please this is my first piece since taking my break and I feel so rusty!!! Loll, but this was done for an ask that has been sitting in my inbox for soooo long, it is technically a continuation or epilogue of “The Bet” so I will link the other parts as well. Again I am so sorry for the wait but I hope you enjoy!

38 weeks had gone by too fast and excruciatingly slow at the same time. By now it was the middle of July in Pittsburgh meaning you were sweaty, hot, pissed, and way too pregnant to cope. Even though Robby and Jack have been so sweet and kind throughout your pregnancy. Neither caring who the true biological father was, they were both just ready to love this child and you forever. Always making sure your needs were met and that you were comfortable at all times while carrying precious cargo.

It was a sentiment that warmed your heart. At least it was until you had hit the third trimester. Being unable to tie your shoes or put on pants without help tended to put you in a bad mood. All of this along with a small scare at 36 weeks. You hadn’t felt your baby girl kick for a whole day, this had you taking a cab to the hospital to where both Robby and Jack were. Thankfully after a quick scan in south 5 done by none other than the two men who put you in this position, it was confirmed everything was okay, she was most likely taking a long nap.

However, you about strangled both of them when you saw them measure her more than twice before giving each other an odd look. When Robby finally looked over at you and gave a sheepish smile as he reluctantly told you what had them wide eyed and cherry red. Your sweet baby girl was measuring about 10 whole pounds already.

You wanted her out now.

vanillarot

a fæder’s troth

(fauxcest) dad!michael "robby" robinavitch x fem!reader

word count ~8.2k

summary: robby spots you alone, injured one cold, fateful night; it's kismet. he's always wanted someone to take care of.

content warnings/description: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, AFAB reader, HEAVY fauxcest, reader calls robby "dad," codependency, robby genuinely thinks he’s reader's dad, power imbalance, age gap (robby is canon age and reader is in her twenties), oral sex (m!recieving), unprotected (piv) sex, breeding with the intention of impregnating, robby has a thing for feet, hurt/comfort, some religious themes, alternating POVs, mentions of blood, reader is gravely injured in the beginning (not because of robby)

author's note: please read the tags for this one, lol. if you don't like, don't read! i think i need a cigarette after this (i don’t smoke). sorry if the ending is a bit rushed and disjointed. i wanted to get this away from me. anyway, enjoy!

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