#michael robby robinavitch

[pittrabbit]

warning: smut!, very badly described medical gala, just a rendition of that challengers scene but at the aftermath of a medical gala instead, pwp, robby x reader x abbot, m/f/m, not a lot of m/m but some, three way kissing (everybody cheered!!), p in v sex, blowjob, teasing, extended foreplay, etc etc etc.

summary: your first time at a medical gala as a brand new senior resident is marked by the special attention your two favorite attendings have been servicing you with all night

word count: 4.7k

note: taking on my new title of old man fucker

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this was a completely unspoken part of a career in healthcare.

years and years of medical school, internship, residency, and finally, you had enough seniority to land yourself in one of your least favorite parts of emergency medicine (or medicine in general).

medical galas.

a smooching fest, basically. a fundraiser orchestrated specifically to appease the hidden higher-ups with enough money to fund the existence of your workplace. gloria had worded it better, more corporate-friendly, but to you it was all the same.

you knew why you were here. you were a pretty face, one of the friendlier presences in the ED, always receiving stellar patient satisfaction scores due to your habit of going above and beyond to aid the patients under your care. sometimes you'd receive a few side-eyes from robby at your overachieving patient-care methods, but he never expressed the same disappointment in you that he reserved for samira.

this was why you found yourself at this year's gala, finally at a level of expertise high enough to accompany your favorite attendings to what they conned as the most wasteful event of their calendar year.

it was usually abbot and robby who attended these, always dragging along some unlucky resident to take some of the brunt of the department's investors. this time, you were the lucky one.

it was a waste of time, truly. any money these people were willing to give to the ER never actually made its way to useful spaces. there was still a shortage in nurses, an ever so present lack of beds available, a staff that seemingly shortened year by year. it was all completely useless in your eyes. and also in that of abbot and robby's.

but you still took advantage of the all-paid expense trip to new york, not wanting to let the fancy hotel and free food go to waste.

you'd even splurged on a dress, figuring that you might as well make your presence known if you were going to be forced to smooch up to rich men who couldn't care less about your profession.

and maybe you also wanted to catch the attention of your two chaperones. maybe you'd been waiting for a chance to get them alone. maybe this was finally your moment to test if the looks they'd share with you — and with one another — actually meant anything.

and if their sudden silence as you stepped out of your hotel room to meet them in their hallway meant anything, you were confident that your plan was working.

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"are you on facebook?" abbot suddenly asked during a lull in conversation.

the gala had ended a few hours back. it had been a success, according to gloria at least. you'd made the rounds, ate good food, met insufferable people, and apparently made the ED the promise of lots of money.

it had gone well enough that both your superiors even offered you a dance (respectively, of course), going as far as asking you for an afterparty meal as soon as you were able to sneak away past gloria.

and so you found yourself at some outdoorsy joint in the middle of the night, dress still on and makeup slightly smudged from its wear and tear through the night. but according to jack and robby's wandering eyes, you still looked as edible as you had when you left the hotel earlier in the night.

"what?"

"he's asking for your number. and so am i." robby interrupted, confident smile on his face

"you both want my number?" you tilted your head in amusement. 

"seems so." said abbot, taking a drag from his cigarette. 

"i'm not a homewrecker." you rebutted. 

robby chuckled. "we don't live together." 

"it's an open relationship." added abbot. "you're at our same floor, right? i'm in room 102. come hang out with us later."

"what, want me to tuck you in?". you challenged. 

abbot smirked at this, but did not fall for your bait. "we can just keep talking – about medicine, of course."

he was a hard one to crack. the confidence never left his half-looped smile.

you nodded with a chuckle, deciding to walk away from them end the night there, ignoring any rebuttals coming from them as you left, knowing that you'd likely find yourself at their hotel room in a few hours.

that was the last exchange you had with the two men during what was supposed to be your first gala. you'd dressed to the nines, knowing how expensive these things were and well aware that you needed to look the part in order to get more donors coming your way.

you just hadn't expected this outcome.

when you had first arrived at the party, you had obviously expected a bit of attention from the attendees, – call yourself conceited, but you knew what you were doing when you packed that dress with you – but you had never expected that you'd end up actually earning a visceral reaction from the two men you'd always looked up to — their eyes had been glued to you all night, staring up and down with no shame and even landing their gazes on what appeared to be their favorite parts of your body.

abbot and robby; the er cowboys. never had you ever thought your silly school-girl crush(es) would be reciprocated, but the way they'd been looking at you all night already had you lightheaded.

jack was clearly the more confident of the two. a tenured combat vet who seemed to not be fazed by anything that came his way. robby, although equally as confident in his field (truly earning the name of er cowboy) was a little more reserved than jack when it came to things like this. he still had his own air of confidence, looking at you with those brown eyes you'd have to look away from any time he'd praise you for a job well done, but he was slightly more awkward. he'd cough to cover any fumble of words, run his hand down his beard any time he was unsure of what to say. meanwhile, jack had a dry, blunt sense of humor, never seeming fazed by any of the suggestive words shared between you that night.

it was also easy to tell that both these men wanted the night to go in a less than friendly way – at least based off the way they'd shamelessly flirted with you all night. 

you knew you'd likely have to end up making a choice between the two when it came down to it, but did you really have to? they seemed close enough for you to enjoy them both at once, you just had to play your cards right. 

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standing outside their door, you knocked, gluing your ear to the wooden barrier in order to take in the commotion going on inside. 

the sound of scrambling and hushed rambles as they readied themselves for you was entertaining to say the least. they were clearly not actually expecting you to come see them, but you couldn't blame them — you liked to make your presence unpredictable. 

it was slightly unexpected. they always seemed so put together at work, with confidence radiating from them as they achieved the impossible in unimaginable situations.

their unspoken want towards you made a burst of confidence spark within you. your legs pressed together outside the door at every thought of what could happen tonight.

suddenly, their steps got closer to the door, causing you to unglue yourself from it as they opened it. their breathless states matched one another as they greeted you with an awkward 'hi' and 'hey,' leading you in. 

after drinking for a bit while lounging around on the floor of abbot's hotel room, you began asking each other questions to get to know each other a little better, more intimately — icebreakers you'd never gone through as mere coworkers. you'd come to find that they'd known each other since they were in their thirties, with jack joining the pitt a few years after robby had become chief attending, being hired straight out of his last tour as a combat medic.

they'd become quick friends after that. something between them had just clicked, it seemed. there was no implication of anything other than platonic happening between them, but there was also no adamant denial of it. you could see a special bond there, one you wanted to try and explore with them.

your interest was piqued. despite no explicit interest between each other being unveiled to you, you just knew that with some encouragement, you could get them there. a twisted part of your brain could not help but want to test out how far they'd be willing to go with you whilst together. 

"we're out of beer." you said after a slight lull in conversation, getting up as they both gazed at your legs shamelessly, with you now donning some flimsy pajamas as opposed to your red gown from earlier. they were also in casual clothes, looking somehow even more delicious than they had in their tuxes.

with enticing eyes, you went to take a seat on the bed, smirking as you spoke again. "c'mere." 

"which one?" asked robby with a gulp as jack took the lead and went to sit next to you. robby quickly followed after him, taking a seat on the other side of you. 

with both men surrounding you, you took turns to look at both of them as you offered them a teasing smile, causing them to quietly chuckle at you. you bit your lip with want, eyeing their lips once, twice, thrice as you let the lust invade the fancy hotel room.

you decided to begin with abbot, turning to face him as you gave your back to robby. leaning in, your lips teased his own, drawing your head back before he could kiss you, enjoying the needy way in which his lips attempted to follow your own. that's when you turned to the other side, now facing robby and repeating the same movements, though this time actually sealing the kiss. 

the kiss immediately grew heavy as the two of you practically swallowed each other. it was wet, nasty, loud. your hands went up to his hair, his beard, running your fingers through it as you pressed him closer to you. your tongue went out to play with his, drawing him in with every lick and suck of his tongue. he moaned breathily into your lips, deep, throaty voice making you press your legs together as his hand rested shyly on your thigh while you took full control of the kiss. 

the way robby kissed you was desperate yet sensual. it was like he was confessing something through his kiss. you enjoyed it all the more knowing how much he clearly wanted you.

only a few moments were spent like this before you disconnected your lips, pulling a needy whine out of him as his lips chased yours in a similar manner to jack's just moments ago. 

your body turned yet again, facing jack once more and leaning in slowly, teasingly. he appeared to be a bit more adamant in actually kissing you this time, specially after having had to sit through you kissing his best friend while he just watched with nothing but air in his head and a heaviness between his legs.

dare you say he also seemed even more turned on as he kissed you. it was almost as if the sight of you kissing his friend had unlocked a new part of himself he had not yet discovered. his kisses were passionate and hurried. jack did not waste any time in exploring every inch of your mouth, creating a wet and nasty kiss that took up every corner of your mind. he sucked on your tongue, bit your lip, pulled at it, sucked it, made a home in your lips. his hands were far braver than robby's too, finding their way higher than robby's had. 

in the meantime, robby's hands laid on your thighs, softly caressing your legs while he awaited his turn again, breath heavy on your neck as he dragged his nose up and down its length.

abruptly, you broke the kiss, now facing forwards once more as the men shyly chuckled once again, awkwardly letting the sensuality of the moment take over. taking initiative yet again, you uncovered your neck and shoulders from any hair, silently gesturing at them to occupy their lips with your skin. 

they needed no further instruction, leaning down to kiss at their respective side of your neck as you leaned back and took it all in. they held no reservations in the way they kissed you, sucking, nibbling, licking, loving on your skin to the point where your eyes were rolling back. they marked you as theirs, breaking your resolve little by little.

you almost lost track of your main goal here as you fell victim to their suckling of the most sensitive areas of your jaw and neck. allowing them a few more moments to kiss you, you eventually redirected their mouths towards your own, silently communicating your need to kiss their lips again. following direction without a second of doubt, they both leaned in to kiss you at the same time, sticking out their tongues a bit to meet your own. 

your three pairs of lips met in the middle, sighing immediately at the contact and allowing your desires to take over. despite their prior negation of anything funny ever happening between the two of them, you felt no complaint from them as their lips touched. 

you stuck your tongue out, licking at robby first before letting your tongue wander off to jack's and sucking on it, soon joined by robby. your three tongues swirled, making you unable to hold back a moan at the feeling, at the wet, nasty exchange of saliva between the three of you.

enjoying the attention from both men, you continued to kiss them, occasionally even being left out of the kiss as they focused on one another. a depraved part of you took over then, forcing you to lean back and subtly push them onto a kiss of their own. sitting back, you watched as they aggressively made out with one another without a care in the world. 

you sat back and watched, legs rubbing together with desperate need at the sight. your poor lip was almost at the point of bleeding from how harshly you were biting at it. lightheaded, your hand went up to your breast, toying at it in order to relieve the slightest bit of sexual frustration rapidly building within you.

this went on for a good minute, up until your first verbal interruption of the night. 

"having fun?"

that broke them out of their trance, immediately turning to face you with a matching dazed look on their faces. 

"fuck, I-" 

"sorry." chuckled jack, once again giving you all his attention. 

he seemed more willing to explore whatever was going on between him and robby. this made you smirk internally.

"who wants me first?" you decided to cut to the chase. 

"we get to choose?" asked robby with a slight stutter. 

"me." responded jack at the same time, once again winning over robby with fast-thinking.

"wait, no, i-"

you leaned up to land a sweet kiss on robby's lips. "it's okay, robby. you can just have me after." 

making quick work of your clothes, you left yourself in just your panties as both men sat and watched, completely hypnotized by the sight of you. 

robby's mouth opened and closed multiple times as his eyes zoomed in on your breasts. still leaning back, you smiled at him as a way to gesture him to come closer, repositioning yourself a bit to make your tits stick out a little more. 

he gasped quietly, visibly gulping as he came closer. with some hesitation, he approached your breasts, opening his mouth as he leaned over to get your left tit in his mouth, moaning audibly at the contact. robby was nothing short of obsessive as he made out with your tit, causing you to throw your head back and tangle your fingers in his hair to further encourage him. 

jack watched attentively for a few moments before joining in and attaching his lips to your other breast, far lazier as he teasingly played with your tit. it was clear to you he was a little more confident in touching you than robby, though you enjoyed both men equally. 

"god, you're so fucking gorgeous." mumbled robby against your tit, hand softly wrapping around your thigh as he breathed through his nose, lips too occupied with your breast. 

"yeah? you're perfect, robby. making me feel so good, both of you." you moaned as both men continued to kiss at and play with your tits. 

robby would suckle and lick at you with a desperation you'd find pathetic in any other context, while jack teased you with his tongue, occasionally nibbling at you to elicit the most pleasurable pain possible. 

"shit, okay. that's enough." you finally said after a few minutes of them enjoying your body. disconnecting them from you by lightly pulling at their hair, you knelt on the bed and stared at them expectantly. 

"so, am i the only one who's gonna take their clothes off?" you eyed their still clothed bodies, tilting your head in a questioning manner, teasing smile on your face. 

you received sheepish responses of 'oh, shit,' and 'right, sorry,' before both men took off their clothes in a haste, almost tripping on their own feet as they climbed back on the bed with just boxers. 

"boxers too?" you requested as you began to slowly work your panties down your legs, eyes never leaving the two men. 

without question, they followed your instructions, this time even with more of a rush as they raced to get closer to you. you took a moment to eye them up and down, drinking in every detail of their bodies.

despite robby beating jack with a few inches in height, jack was a little more muscular, donning an extremely toned body with muscles contouring every inch of him. robby, however, was overall wider, carrying a good amount of muscle himself. 

they both fed your imagination quite well, and you wanted to fuck them both just as badly. however, you could not simply act on desire. no, you needed to maintain control over both. they were already very clearly into you, so making them follow your every instruction would be easy. 

"jack? come here, please?" you smiled at him, making him crawl to you immediately not even bothering to remove his prosthetic, quickly hovering over you as he leaned down to kiss you. 

the kiss was slow and sensual, all while his hands went down to feel up your body, bringing you as close to him as possible as he made out with you. 

"fuck, you're gonna make me lose my mind." he murmured into your lips. "want you so fucking bad." 

whining into his lips, you tilted your head so he'd kiss down your neck, now able to make eye contact with robby as he still sat near the edge of the bed, staring at you with lustful eyes. 

whilst keeping your eyes on robby, you spoke to jack once more, "fuck me." you breathed with a smile, making robby's face morph with something that looked like pain at your words.

"how do you want me, baby?" jack murmured into your ear, biting it a little as his hands gradually lowered to make contact with your cunt, making you sigh. 

"from behind. wanna look at robby while you fuck me." robby visibly gulped at this, nodding dumbly as if you'd asked him a question. 

jack chuckled as he looked back to eye his lust-ridden friend, clearly far less put-together than himself. he didn't need further convincing to begin helping you position yourself, placing himself behind you as he pressed his hands on your lower back to arch it to his liking. groaning gratuitously at the way you pressed your ass against him, his hands took the liberty of feeling your skin up and down as he ground into you, cursing under his breath at how good you already felt. 

"can i-" interrupted robby as he watched you and jack in front of him. 

"mhm. come closer, robby. i wanna see." you requested with a soft voice, smiling when he crawled his way to you. 

"sweetheart, do i get to fuck you now?" grumbled jack as he ground his cock into your ass, ignoring robby's presence altogether. 

you sighed at the weight of his cock dragging up and down your cunt from behind, nodding with a moan as you eyed robby's cock as he neared you. 

without further warning, he finally entered you, letting out a short groan of your name all the while robby's thick cock stood proudly in front of you, your eyes crossing at both the sight of him and the feeling of jack finally penetrating you. your eyes then went up to robby as jack began fucking you, silently asking him for permission to get his cock in your mouth. robby simply released a broken groan of your name and nodded pathetically, getting even closer to you and guiding his cock to your open mouth. 

"oh, fuck- it's so, fuuuuck- you feel so fucking good." robby ground out in a high-pitched whine. 

"wait til you feel her cunt." breathed out jack, hands tightening on your hips as his pelvis hammered against your ass. 

"shut up," he barked back. 

"feel good, baby? cunt's so fucking tight for me. just pulling me in, shit." he murmured as he continued to mindlessly fuck into you. 

mouth full of cock, you were unable to respond to him, instead moaning around robby's dick as the poor man cried out at the vibrations of your mouth. his hands wrapped in your hair, guiding you to suck him into your mouth. 

"f-fuck, keep talking to her. she fucking loves it." robby barely managed to let out at how you so-visibly reacted at jack's praise. 

"o-oh, god. so fucking good..." jack huffed. "you keep talking. she just got so fucking tight." he added. "like having two guys at your mercy like this, huh? feel so good. holes so pretty and ready for us." he rambled on, hips never halting in their haste to fuck into you. 

you continued to tighten around him as you mewled around jack, knowing they'd soon break as your own orgasm approached you. after a while of breathing purely from your nose, you finally disconnected your lips from robby, now catching your breath as you worked him with one of your hands, using the other to hold yourself up for jack. 

the position was quite tiring, making your stamina almost deplete completely. thankfully robby was considerate enough to come even closer and help hold you up, even using his hand to caress your cheek and wipe a bit of precum hanging from your lips with his thumb. he was extremely sweet even as his best friend continued fucking into you, causing your breaths to be stammered. he did not complain from your lack of action for those moments in which you caught your breath, making you want to pleasure him even more. 

"god, you're so fucking perfect, robby. want you so bad." you couldn't help but moan, hands finally wrapping around him and jerking him as he slowly lost himself to you again. 

"baby, you drive me fucking insane." your lips had gone back to his cock, lightly licking and suckling at the tip as you looked up at him. 

you were just about to shower him with praise even more, but your words were interrupted by jack's increasingly high-pitched moans as the noise from the slapping of skin became faster. 

"'m almost there, sweetheart, f-fuck. it's so fucking tight, baby ... need you to cum with me." he practically sobbed, a noise you never even dreamt of hearing from jack abbot. "how do i get you there with me? need to make you cum." 

"my clit, jack. please, god!" you whimpered when his hand immediately went around you, finding your cunt and fishing for your swollen clit "oh, just like that. that's so good, jack, oh my god!" you sighed as your mouth went back to licking and sucking at robby's cock, giving him far too little to cum but enough to have him shuddering under your touch. 

robby was out of words as he realized you were now simply teasing him, dragging his orgasm without giving him as much stimulation as you had when you had been deepthroating him. the only type of noise that left his mouth by then were whimpers, matching those of jack and your own as your highs approached, unlike his own. 

it was making you lightheaded, all the sounds you were able to pull out of these men. you were in heaven, unable to think, to breathe properly at all the pleasure you were feeling.

"c-cumming, shit- tell me you're there too. fuck, c-cum with me, gorgeous." jack croaked out as he began to unravel behind you. 

you didn't have it in you to respond, simply joining him in an orgasm as you let go of robby's cock, too high from the pleasure to continue edging robby. you barely registered his groan in complaint at your sudden halt, but your mind was too hazy to care anyways. 

"j-jack, god, f-fuck!" all you managed to let out were expletives and moans of jack's name as you rode your high. in the meantime, jack grumbled behind you, practically growling in mindless pleasure as he filled you up, hips slamming against you endlessly. 

when your highs finally wore down, you took a few moments to catch your breath as jack slipped out of you and let himself fall back onto the bed, completely out of energy. by the time your ears stopped ringing and your eyes dried from the tears of pleasure, you finally caught sight of a pained robby still sitting in front of you, flushed and desperate for release. the sight was extremely arousing– robby sat there, cheeks reddened and eyes pained as he slowly stroke himself, looking down at you with a tortured look on his face. 

"i-i need you, sweetheart... fuck, please." he let out, broken and needy.

"oh, robby." you pouted, sitting up and straddling him with no warning. 

fuck any rest, you had the most pathetic image of an usually well put-together man sitting in front of you. you had to take away that poor man's pain and fuck him out of his misery. 

you attacked him with a kiss, engulfing him in your cunt with no warning. you were sure you'd find no orgasm from this, but the feeling of his cock was enough to make it worth it. his immediate gasps and chants of 'thank you thank you thank you' were also feeding your ego in ways that made you feel a bit ashamed. 

"love the view." you heard jack chuckle from behind. his eyes were likely glued to your ass as you rode his friend. 

your hands went up to robby's shoulders, bouncing on him so aggressively that you had him moaning out your name endlessly as his nails dug into your hips. 

"g-gonna, oh, fuck-" he groaned before digging his head in your neck, suckling weak kisses into it. 

"cum, baby. need you to fill me up, okay?" you encouraged as you sped up, hands scratching at his back, surely leaving marks. 

once more, he chanted endless praise at you, pathetically crying out your name every so often. he finally stilled under you, letting out a strangled groan as his high took over him. the pretty sight of his red nose and his bloodshot eyes did sinister things to you. he could've easily driven you to another high if you hadn't edged him for so long. 

allowing him to nuzzle into your skin, you caressed his back softly, knowing you must've taken a lot out of him through your extraneous teasing. he stayed pathetically glued to you for a few moments until an interruption from abbot came along. 

"what, do i not get any aftercare?" he complained in a joking tone. 

looking back at him, you crawled off robby and made your way to lay with jack, pulling robby along to cuddle into the other side of you. 

"i can't believe you guys made me into a homewrecker." you chuckled.

"we told you, baby. we don't live together." laughed jack in return.

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i wrote this for another fandom a very very long time ago but i kept the draft so i decided to rework it for rabbot yay

[menckencoded]

I just know their arguments turn the ER into a war zone and every single person that works there is a collateral damage

[sum1theteddy]

I forgor to post this one. It's compensation for all the angst. A little cute Robby moment.

[wlwloverwrites]

okay but imagine robby and jack on a mission to stuff you full of their cum like a threesome sandwich and they have to keep checking on you because you woudl never say no or stop them

omg this is fucking filthy!!! actually im shy reading this… creampies for life (i have a fear of getting pregnant)

it’s rare for the three of you to have the same day off.

hell, it’s even more rare for two out of three to have the same day off. so when you wake up up in both of their arms, you know today will be good day.

you’re sticky between your legs, evidence of jack’s desperation seeps through your panties, but robby only uses it to his advantage.

“don’t even need to stretch you out,” robby hums, hooking your thigh over his hip, “jack did all the work for me, mm?”

you only sigh softly, blinking away the sleep from your eyes.

“should be thanking me,” jack groans into the pillow as his hands blindly search for you.

hissing at the feel of robby pushing inside you, your head falls back, landing on jack’s chest. his arms are quick to wrap around your body, while hands sneak under your shirt and groping your tits.

“so wet,” robby moans, rutting into you, a creamy ring adorns the base of his cock.

with your neck on display, robby’s head faces forward, groaning into your skin. his groans become even louder when you tighten around him, courtesy of jack’s fingers slipping between your thighs, rubbing at you clit.

curiosity gets the best of him, and before he knows it his fingers reach out for robby’s cock. squeezing the base, same way your walls squeeze his tip, only for a few seconds before robby’s warns the both of you.

“i’m coming!”

robby should be embarrassed at how fast he comes, but he isn’t.

not when you and jack are the ones to blame.

he just can’t handle it.

the heat from your pussy, the way you’re hugging his cock, the way jack’s come decorates the base of his cock - it’s too much.

hips stuttering, his hands grips your thigh, pulling you impossibly closer so his cock can twitch inside you.

you whine at the feeling of robby’s come fulling you up, similar to the way jack did last night. the warmth, you think, is almost soothing.

“think you can handle another load,” jack asks, pressing a kiss on your naked shoulder.

you didn’t even notice him pulling your shirt off, your breast on full display and begging for robby’s mouth. as if he can read your mind, robby’s mouths at your nipples, licking them until they harden in his mouth.

“just one more,” you whimper.

“two more,” robby convinces, his words muffled by your skin.

“gotta make it fair, right?” jack hums, “two from me, two from him.”

it’s easy math.

before you can refuse, jack is slipping inside you, replacing robby’s cocks that glisten with a mixture of your come. he’s quick enough to plug everything inside - he’s always been the one to never waste a drop.

“fuck.”

the angle of jack’s cock hits all the right spots. just a few thrusts in, your pussy is clenching around him so tight that he’s groaning your name.

“gonna fuckin kill me, sweetheart.”

with robby’s mouth on your tits, robby’s hand - or is it jack’s? - on your clit, you’re tensing in their arms. a thick spray wets the sheets, your thighs, and both men who sandwich you.

“there she is!”

you don’t know who says it, too overwhelmed by the feeling of jack fucking you through your orgasm.

your pussy is still clenching rhythmically around jack, pushing him to an early orgasm.

his finger’s dig into the meat on your hips, thrusting in deeper, wanting the tip of his cock to kiss your cervix. the pressure of his come spurting out, flooding your walls like a dam that has cracked and fallen.

as jack pulls out, his lips are there to comfort you, whispering soft praises on your skin, making room for robby to have his share.

you don’t see it, but jack’s head is quick to tilt to your pussy, a command for robby to move quickly. your flinch when you feel robby’s fingers slip inside, plugging all the come inside you.

with heavy eyelids you look at robby who smiles at you. trailing your eyes downwards, you see robby’s cock resting hard on his tummy, waiting for his turn.

his eyes catch yours when you look back up, a reaction from him curling his fingers and pressing on the spongy spot inside you.

“need a break, sweetheart?”

you send them a toothy smile before shaking your head ‘no.’

you could do this all day.

please lmk what you think ! comment or reblog :)

[bullet-prooflove]

Lines: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @flyinglama @yousigned-upforthis @oklahomapeach

Summary: It's been a long time since Robby's been attracted to someone like this.

Prequel piece to:

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Poolside - When Robby's had a really shitty day he always ends up whereever you are.

The Betting Pool - Robby discovers that his collegues have been taking bets on his relationship.

Fifty Shades of Robby - Robby's collegues see the truth of his relationship when they find your Instagram.

Dumb Bitch - Robby exhibits his protective side when another man steps on his territory.

Stop Compressions, Start Compressions - Robby loses everything in the aftermath of Pittfest.

24 Hours - Robby refuses to leave your side in the aftermath of the shooting.

Saftey Rail - Abbot gets real with Robby when he finds him on the roof.

Baby, It's Gonna Be Alright - Robby wonders if he's fucked things up with you for good.

Exorcism (NSFW) - Robby and you finally find a way to be honest with one another.

Ready - Robby and you discuss starting a family in the aftermath of Pittfest.

The Rose - You give Robby a special gift for your anniversary.

Heartbeat - Robby finds something to help him sleep.

Jinx - Robby discovers a particular superstition of yours.

The Scary One - Robby and you face concerns during your second pregnancy scan.

Pop Tarts - You and Robby decorate the baby's nursery.

Brave Little Boy - Robby wakes up to the baby kicking and gets a suprise.

It’s that smile that makes Robby realise that you’re interested in him. The slight flicker at the edge of your mouth when your eyes meet across the pool. He’s supposed to be picking up Jake from Junior Lifeguards but that kid is taking forever to get his shit together.

“How’s he doing?” He asks as he sidles up to you, trying to sneak a peek at the assessment scores.

“Better than most the kids here.” You say holding the clipboard against your torso away from his prying eyes. “He hasn’t drowned anyone yet so that’s a bonus.”

“That’s all we can hope for.” He grins, crossing his arms over his chest whilst trying to keep his gaze firmly away from yours.

When Jake first told him about the program he hadn’t expected the instructor to literally look like an extra from Baywatch. You’re clad in a red swimming costume and cute blue shorts. That matching blue fleece does nothing to hide your athletic frame or your supple curves.

His imaginations been running wild ever since he first took his seat up in the stands. Thoughts of those perfect legs wrapped around his waist as he pins you to the wall, rutting into you. It’s been a while since he got laid, too long if he’s honest.

“Jake says you’re a doctor.” You remark bringing him back to his current situation. His cheeks colour as if he’s been caught out, his palm rubbing over the nape of his neck. “It just so happens I need a doctor.”

“Is that a line?” He asks you, tilting his head to one side trying to get a read on you. “Because it kind of sounds like a line.”

You laugh and it sounds like windchimes swaying light in the breeze.

“Trust me I’m a lot smoother than that.” You inform him, shaking your head. “I need someone to teach a CPR class on Saturday for my assessment hours. My usual tutor’s been fucking me around and if I don’t make up the hours by Monday then I have to retake the course next year…”

“Which means a whole lot of wasted money and time.” Robby summarises knowingly as he deliberates. He was really planning to catch up on some sleep over the weekend, read some medical journals but he’s a sucker for damsel in distress, especially one as pretty as you. “Yeah, alright I’ll do it.”

“Thank you.” You tell him before leaning in close so the other parents don’t overhear. “I can take you out for dinner afterwards, show my appreciation.”

The way you say with that lilt on the end, it gets Robby all kinds of hot and bothered.

“That’s definitely a line.” Robby responds gruffly, trying to maintain his composure as Jake comes barrelling out of the locker room.

“Yeah.” You say with a smile he’s sure has broken half a dozen hearts. “It certainly is.”

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[noiamexhausted02]

Abbot: *Sitting in break room*

Robby: *Walks in smiling*

Abbot: what’s ya got there Robby?

Robby: *carrying Tupperware with food and juice boxes* oh some food for the kids

Abbot: Kids?

Robby: Yup

Whitaker, Mel, Javadi, Santos: *Walking in the break room*

Whitaker: Uhm… what’s ya got there Dr. Robby?

Robby: Well you guys have been doing so good I brought some food for ya!

Mel: Oh what is it?

Robby: I got you some juice boxes to go with your fries and Dino nuggets

Whitaker, Mel, Javadi, Santos: *excited* DINO NUGGETS!!!

Robby: Yup so grab a plate and get some food in your system

*Robby sits next to Abbot*

Abbot: well… at least they’re eating

Robby: *happy* yup… I knew they would love the Dino nuggets

[merz-8]

I can't keep falling for older men with salt and pepper hair, beard, glasses and sad brown puppy eyes... RELEASE ME PLEASE

[hagarsays]

Noah is out here looking handsome for the FYC event

[pineapplem00n]

Robby and Jack sharing their glasses back and forth because they can't find their own pair or because it's quicker like the old married couple that they are send tweet

[jackrrabbot]

i can totally see robby having a cute little cam girl he frequents and showers with money and praise

he's just so pent-up and overworked from his job that he needs an outlet, that being you

unfortunately fortunately for you, he manages to track you down bc he happens to notice something in your background that gives your location away

next thing you know he's at your apartment asking for you to give him a live show. for his eyes only.

[langdon-apologist]

the pitt character sexuality headcanons bc i love being a fandom freak :3

robby - idk some kind of fag. he doesn’t use any specific label but he’s probably closest to being bi with a preference for women. but boy does he love praising younger men upon occasion.

colins - straight aroace spec. kissed some girls in high school and college but decided it wasn’t for her. also romance and sex in general just aren’t for her but she does like it sometimes. it’s complicated.

langdon - swears he’s straight but he is not 😔 it’s funnier to me if he’s gay and just so very repressed. his marriage is failing bc of so many things but also because he wants to suck dick and he feels bad about it

mel king - bi aroace spec. she prefers men but would not refuse to date someone bc of their gender. her autism gives her a complicated experience with dating and sex that she describes as her being on the aroace spectrum. she doesn’t have any more specific labels but feels that her experiences with dating and sex are different from “normal” so aroace spec is what feels most right to her

mohan - was gonna say bi but i can’t see her dating a man so lesbian it is.

mckay - bi. def sensing some hostility from chloe for something more than their thing about harrison…. maybe a little homophobia? but honestly cassie is like robby in that she doesn’t really give a shit about it and doesn’t really label herself.

santos - LESBIAN that is a LESBIAN right there. her and garcia have something going on

whitaker - mlm. idk if he likes other genders but i know he likes men.

javadi - straight but a great ally. she’s confused but she’s got the spirit

dana - straight but also not. she’s been around. she’s tried everything under the sun. some of it’s not for her but hey you never know until you try.

princess - pan. idk i don’t really see her caring about gender or anything

perlah - straight but again, great ally

jesse - gay

abbot - gay. mega fag levels of gay. he was in the army????? gay.

ellis - lesbian <3

shen - gay.

ok that’s it hmu if i missed anyone important to you and remember these are my opinions :)

[abbotfan]

i am a SUCKER for a single parent au and i need a rabbot one ASAP!

[menckencoded]

do you guys think Robby told Jack about Garcia shamelessly flirting with Santos and Jack had to break it to him that they do the exact same thing and have been doing so for decades and Robby just sat there with the information because maybe Jack did have a point

[sum1theteddy]

Give this old man a break!!!!!

Breaking my heart with Mitski this time <3

[wisps-writes-fic]

Read on Ao3

Pairing: Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch x Fem OC

Summary: Evelyn knew he was a doctor, of course. Professions had come up briefly in the weeks they spent tangled up together. That didn't mean it didn't come as a shock when he was the attending seeing to her care after she was shot at Pittfest.

CW: Age gap (~20 yrs), Angst, Soft-dom Robby, Praise kink, Smut in later chapter

AN: This was written in a couple hours and I also know nothing about medicine. If this sucks, I'm sorry.

Chapter I

Evelyn

“This really isn’t necessary, is it? The person I was with—Other people—” 

“Evelyn, right?” She nodded, grimacing. In the grand total of three minutes she’d spoken with Dr. McKay, the woman had proved herself to be the no nonsense type. Something Evelyn could respect, if the bullet wound in her arm wasn’t putting her in the ugliest mood of her life, painkillers be damned. She was never going to a festival again. “Your friend is in the OR with the best care she’ll get. You might not need surgery, but if I don’t stitch and dress this properly this you will undoubtedly be looking at a nasty infection.”

“Stubborn patient here, Dr. McKay?” The familiar voice registered before the man carrying it came past the half-drawn curtain and into her field of vision. Startled her enough to break through the rising anxiety regarding her roommate’s condition.

“Not to worry,” he continued. “Intake has slowed and the worst is behind us. It’s—” He froze, a wariness taking over his handsome features. She watched him carefully as he took in the damage done, resisting the urge to pull down her torn sleeve to cover the dried blood and sloppy dressing one of the intake nurses had applied to stop the worst of the bleeding until she could be seen more formally. “Through and through?” he asked after clearing his throat.

“Evelyn Sinclair. Twenty-six Came in with a gunshot wound to the arm. Nothing vital hit. We were just getting to the cleaning and stitching. Evelyn, this is one of our attending physicians, Dr. Robinivitch,” McKay provided, obviously marking the lingering tension despite her attending’s remarkable talent to mask what might leave him shaken. He clearly wasn’t in any more of a hurry than Evelyn was to explain that tension.

“Go wrap up what you need to, McKay. I’ll finish things here.”

She raised a brow, but didn’t argue, no doubt in a hurry to finish her business and get back to the son Evelyn had overheard another team member mention at one point. She’d always been that way, gathering information how she could, storing background insight for whenever she may need it in the future. 

Her hope this time was that she’d never return to this particular ER. Never see the doctor eyeing her so carefully as he drew the curtain completely closed. Go home, drink tonight away, and shove down everything she thought she’d spent the past four years healing. Forget the hurt of him leaving after those two wonderful weeks she’d spent in his arms, away from her cruel reality.

No strings, they’d promised.

What a load of bullshit.

“Robby.” His name was out of her mouth before she could stop herself, the tender inflection telling him everything she couldn’t say out loud. She hated that weakness.

Just the bloodloss. Nothing more. You went your separate ways years ago. You’re over him. He’s just an old summer fling.

“Let’s get you stitched up, Evelyn. Discharge shouldn’t be far behind.” Every action was careful, precise. She had to look away for most of it, dizzy at the sight of the wound and a needle pulling through it even with the numbing agent to mask the feeling of it. “There,” he finally said, securing the end of the guaze. “We’ll get you something for the pain, then you should be set.”

“I can’t leave.” He cocked his head ever so slightly. “Please, my friend was taken up to surgery.” Her throat tightened, fear finally overtaking the adrenaline. “Abigail Hunt. I need to know—” 

His hands were on her just like that, one cradling the back of her neck while the other anchored itself at her right hip. On her feet now, she had her nose firmly pressed to his scrubs, taking in the strange blend of blood and his scent. “Deep breaths. Good girl, again.”

She shuttered, sinking further into his hold even as her fists clenched in the fabric of his shirt. It took several moments longer to push past that tightness, her worries only slightly mellowed. “I can’t go home. I need to know.”

“There’s a waiting room,” he murmured, “if you’re discharged before she can take visitors. Or if you choose to go home we can call—”

“No,” she snapped, shrugging back out of his hold where his touch couldn’t muddle her thoughts and break her resistance. “I can’t leave her.”

She saw it coming in the flash of his eyes—the knit of his brows and crossing of his arms. But the last thing she needed right now was a lecture on traumatic events and taking care of herself. They may have only had a few weeks together, but she knew Robby. Knew how quickly she could fall into that quiet control he wielded with her, especially when she was high strung. 

“I’m staying.”

Finally, he gave a short nod. “Someone will be in shortly with your paperwork.” A flick of the curtain open and shut and he was gone. ~~~ Dr. Robby

She was in his workplace. A woman who had haunted his thoughts in the months following their goodbye. A woman who had left a permanent mark on him he’d spent the past several years trying to get rid of. A woman who was twenty years younger than him and deserved a relationship with someone who didn’t carry his baggage.

He’d told himself he could keep things professional. Even after sending McKay out of the room. But she’d broken down, bared her fears for her friend in a few short words. Holding Evelyn in his arms again, he never wanted to let her go.

But that bridge had long since burned.

[bullet-prooflove]

Fifty Shades of Robby: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @dizzybee03 @cosmic-psychickitty @puredicks @queenslandlover-93

Companion piece to:

Lipstick (NSFW) - It's love at first blow job for Dr Robby.

Crisis - Robby has a bad day.

ASMR For The Soul - Robby doesn't sleep when you're not around.

Bunny - Robby discovers you've been keeping secrets.

Something To Complain About (NSFW) - You ignite the ire of Robby's neighbour with your bedroom noises.

Noise Cancelling - Robby discovers his neighbour keeps a spreadsheet of your antics.

Poolside - When Robby has a shitty day, he just wants to be whereever you are and usually that's the pool.

The Betting Pool - Robby discovers that his collegues have been taking bets on his relationship.

It’s Mateo that finds your Instagram. It’s under the username BaywatchBitch and the profile picture is you and Robby dressed in tiny red shorts and a blue top just like the ones from the 2017 movie. You’re both even wearing the same pair of aviators that Zac Efron is on the marketing posters.

It’s from a New Year’s Eve costume party the caption reads when he locates the picture on your feed. One you both attended with the Abbots.

“It’s like they both have this secret life that nobody knows about.” He tells Cassie as they flick through the pictures studying them with an intensity they usually reserve for their work.

Your Instagram feed it’s fifty shades of Robby.

Him sleeping on a couch they don’t recognise, his headphones on, a blanket draped over him. The caption reads ‘My heart’.

Robby wearing an old white t-shirt with Baby written in blocky, slashed writing across the front of it. An ode to Robert Bradley's Blackwater Surprise, a group he’s loved since the 90s. He’s in the midst of cooking lemon cake for your mother’s birthday, a dab of flour smeared across his cheek.

A reel of him out on the water at an undisclosed beach, standing on a paddle board silhouetted by the sunset.

There’s dozen’s of them all depicting a different version of Robby, one that none of them of them have seen before. A happier, healthier one.

Topless Robby hoisting himself out of a pool, Robby pulling a face because he’s gotten brain freeze from eating ice cream, Robby driving with the hint of a smile on his face somewhere up the coast.

“This is why you’re going to lose the bet.” Dana says gesturing at the phone when she catches wind of it. “It doesn’t take a neurosurgeon to see that they’re in love.”

It’s three days later that Robby comes into work with a smile on his face and a little sun burn on his nose. He has ‘Baby’ playing in his ears because he’s still riding high from the weekend the two of you have spent at Geneva-on-the-Lake.

Sun, sea and sex, there’s nothing like it.

He swings into the security office, taking his time to review the betting board. The stakes are torn between you robbing him blind and killing him mid coitus. There’s still some debate as to whether it’ll be intentional or not.

He takes the polaroid picture out of his top pocket, using one of the magnets to fix it to the board amongst the post-its.

It’s one from two days ago of you both on the beach in Ohio. You’re wearing a white lace dress with an orchid woven in your hair and he’s looking into your eyes, his lips curved up into a smile as he says I do.

Married, he writes on the bottom, his wedding ring glinting in the light from the fluorescent. March 29th 2025

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