#michael robinavitch masterlist

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

TITLE: rainy day

PAIRING: michael "robby" robinavitch x female reader

RATING: explicit | WORD COUNT:

SUMMARY:

when a thunderstorm cuts your plans short, you and robby make the most of his day off together at home.

TAGS/WARNINGS:

no use of y/n, established relationship, domestic fluff

explicit sexual content (18+ - minors do not interact): oral (f receiving), fingering, hair pulling, dirty talk, unprotected p in v, multiple positions, creampie.

let me know if any are missing!

LINKS:

main blog | masterlists | AO3

The bed is empty when you wake up. It usually is, given Robby’s schedule, but you know he has the day off. You sit up, stretch your arms above your head, and leave the comfort of your mattress in search of the man.

You find him in the kitchen, standing at your stove with a spatula in his hand. He looks up when he hears you, smiling in the way that creases the corners of his eyes.

“She lives,” he jokes, sliding the spatula beneath a pancake and flipping it expertly. “I thought you’d sleep longer.”

“Probably would have if you were still in bed,” you respond pointedly. He raises an eyebrow at you and gestures to the pan.

“I made breakfast.” He points to the fridge. “Even got some of that juice you like.”

“You went to the store? How long have you been up?”

“Since five.”

“Jesus,” you laugh. “You’re insane.”

He doesn’t argue, just laughs and shakes his head.

“What did you want to do today?” He asks.

“Coffee, used bookstore, farmer’s market,” you reply. “In that order.”

“Yes m’am.” He flips the finished pancake onto a stack of similar ones. “But first, eat some of these.”

You gladly accept the plate and get the fancy maple syrup from the fridge, along with the juice he picked up for you and the last of your strawberries. You slide everything across the island towards the barstools on the other side and grab some plates and forks before taking a seat.

Robby sets the dirty dishes in the sink and joins you in the seat next to yours, using his foot to drag your stool closer and kissing your cheek when you’re within reach. A warmth settles in your belly.

Mornings like this one are rare with Robby’s schedule. He works a lot — more than he should, really, but that’s an argument for another day — so when you get the chance to see him for more than a brief kiss goodbye as he heads out the door, you both try to savor it.

Because rest looks good on him. The circles under his eyes fade, if only slightly, and the tension in his shoulders eases. He smiles at you when he catches you staring.

“See something you like?” He asks.

“Always,” you respond easily, relishing the way his cheeks grow pink and the flush spreads down his neck, disappearing beneath his t-shirt. “Thanks for breakfast.”

He hums, leaning in to kiss you. It’s slow, soft — syrupy, like your pancakes. Your fork clatters against the plate as you drop it in favor of wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close.

His big hand settles on your waist, squeezing, feeling the shape of you, before sneaking beneath the hem of your shirt in search of skin. A little moan escapes you at the warmth and he swallows it, licking into your mouth as he does.

Robby pulls away first to say, “You better go get dressed if you want to leave the house today.”

“Leaving is overrated,” you reply, stealing another kiss that’s more of a shared smile against each other’s mouths.

“I’m happy to keep you in bed all day,” he murmurs, “but I know how you get when you don’t get your fancy coffee on the weekends.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce, giving his lips one last peck. “Rain check?”

“I’ll hold you to it.”

Coffee in hand, you wander the aisles of your favorite used bookstore. You’ve already got two in the reusable bag slung over your shoulder.

When you cross paths with Robby, he pulls you in for a kiss that turns into a heated make out session against a shelf in a little corner of the shop, tucked away from other shoppers. He pulls back when he hears footsteps approaching and reaches above your head for a book, opening it and pretending to read as another customer passes by the aisle. They don’t spare you a glance, thankfully — otherwise they would see the way your lips are still spit slick and swollen, your chest heaving as you catch your breath, or the way Robby looks down at you, gaze dark and expression smug as he reaches down to adjust himself in his jeans.

The weather starts to shift while you’re at the farmer’s market. Dark clouds rolling in, wind picking up speed, the scent of the earth growing thick in the air. Vendors start packing up, finishing transactions with furtive glances at the sky.

“Let’s head back,” Robby suggests. You agree, taking his hand and following him through the crowd.

You’re nearly home when the sky opens up and the rain pours down, soaking you to the bone. Water drips from your clothes and onto the floor of the elevator, little puddles forming at your feet.

Back in your apartment, the two of you kick off your shoes by the door. Robby sets your bag in the kitchen and follows you to your bedroom, shutting the door. You turn on one of the lamps on your nightstand, bathing the room in warm, gentle light.

Outside, rain batters the windows in a tempo that matches your pulse as Robby’s hands find the bottom of your shirt, lifting the soaked fabric up over your head and dropping it to the floor. He reaches behind your back, unhooking your bra with one skilled flick of his fingers and a smug tilt to his lips.

“How about that rain check?” He asks, his voice a deep rumble like the thunder that grows louder as the storm rages on.

His hand is on your lower back, pulling you against his body. You tilt your face toward his and he takes the invitation, kissing you, hot and hungry.

He reaches for your jeans, popping the button and dragging the zipper down. The warmth of his mouth and his hands against your damp skin as he drags the denim down your thighs makes you shiver. Before standing up, he pulls your underwear off as well, adding them to the growing pile of clothing and leaving you bare.

“On the bed,” he rumbles. You follow his command, lying back against the pillows and watching him remove his clothes.

He joins you on the mattress, caging you beneath him with his broad frame, his lower body cradled between your thighs. His cock is hard and heavy against your mound, trapped between your bodies.

Robby drops his head to kiss your neck, leaving a searing trail that begins beneath your ear, moving down until he’s taking a nipple into his mouth. Your eyelids flutter at the sensation, the harsh pull of his mouth and gentle flick of his tongue over the hard bud.

“Fuck,” you breathe, arching into him. Your fingers tangle in his hair. “Feels so good, Robby.”

You can feel his smile against your skin. He releases you with a slick pop, giving the opposite breast the same attention until you’re whining beneath him. He shifts lower, peppering kisses down your stomach, stopping just shy of where you crave his mouth most.

He gets comfortable, urging your legs over his shoulders, wrapping his arms around your thighs before leaning in and dragging his tongue through your slit and circling it over your clit in slow, lazy circles. Your hips buck at the sensation but he presses a hand to your lower belly, fingers splayed against your skin and broad palm holding you down against the mattress.

Robby doesn’t care about finesse when he’s got those pretty noises you make filling his head. He’s messy with it, sloppy, spit and slick coating his chin and his nose bumping your clit when he drives his tongue inside of you, desperate for more. Your fingers are in his hair, pulling hard enough to make him moan against your pussy, the vibration only serving to send you spiraling even fast towards your release.

Two thick fingers slip inside of you with little resistance, making you gasp. He drives them into you in time with swirls of his tongue, rough in a way that has your eyes rolling and your head dropping back against the pillow.

“Robby, fuck—I—“

You come undone before you can even finish getting the words out, squeezing your thighs together against the wave of sensation that crashes over you. He eases you through it, gentle laps of his tongue instead of maddening circles, slowing the push and drag of his fingers until you’re fluttering around him.

He sits up, beard shiny and lips swollen. He lies in his spot on the bed, turned to his side to face you, reaching for you and dragging you closer, until you’re chest to chest and he can reach down to hike your leg over his hip.

You reach between your bodies and wrap your fingers around his cock. His breath stutters, a quiet fuck, yes spilling from his lips. He’s slick with pre-cum, your fist moving over him easily.

When he flexes his hips, the flushed tip of him drags against your cunt and you both gasp. You angle his cock so that the next thrust drives him into your body, one steady slide into your tight heat that has you seeing stars.

Robby’s hand is on your ass, grip tight enough to ache as he rocks your body against his. The position is intimate, all shared breath and sweaty limbs and your nails dragging across his shoulders, leaving little red lines like a brand.

But it’s not enough. He wants to be buried so deep you feel him for days, so he pulls out even though you whine about it and turns you on your stomach, dragging your hips into the air to meet his and sinking back into you with a groan.

“Fuck,” he growls through clenched teeth. He spreads your cheeks, watches his cock disappear inside of you, watches the way you clench desperately around him when he pulls out.

It drives him a little insane, the way your back arches on instinct and your ass bounces against him with each thrust. He won’t last long like this but he won’t have to, not with the way you’re moaning his name and fisting the sheets.

He brings his fingers to your clit, drawing tight circles over the sensitive bud and waits for that telltale little pulse of your cunt around his cock that means you’re close to finishing and then pinches your clit, a little rough, making you completely shatter, your moan muffled in the pillow and your body shaking with the force of it.

He follows soon after with three sloppy thrusts before burying deep, holding your hips in a tight grip as he fills you with his spend. You collapse against the mattress, exhausted and sore in the best kind of way.

Robby disappears into the bathroom and emerges with a wet washcloth that he uses to clean up between your legs while you lie there in the aftermath of your orgasm, spent and sated. When he’s done, he adds the cloth to the pile of wet clothes and crawls back into bed with you, tugging the duvet up over your naked bodies.

“I guess that’s one way to spend a rainy day,” you comment, playing with the chain around his neck.

“Day’s not over,” Robby says, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk. “Rain hasn’t let up either.”

You laugh, warm and bright, and he can feel it through his chest. Closing his eyes, he commits the sound to memory, tucking it away for when he needs a little sunshine on his rainy days.

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[asxgard]

Masterlist for Dr. Robby

The Pitt

— Most my work is 18+. Anything marked with an astrik* contains explicit content. Minors DNI, you will be blocked.

— All work is my own. Please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

Under the cut you’ll find all my works for Dr. Michael Robinavitch!

Series

Companionship masterlist (x f!reader) ongoing

Risk. masterlist (currently outlining)

Rough Day masterlist (currently planning)

Multiparts

A Lesson in Vulnerability (1/2) | A Lesson in Romantics* (2/2) | A Lesson in Firsts* (alternate ending)

A Lesson in Parenthood (prequel) | A Lesson in The Good (1/4) The Bad (2/4) The Ugly (3/4) The Better (4/4) (currently outlining)

Heartbeat (1/3) | Healing (2/3) | Handprints* (3/3)

casual. (currently planning)

One Shots

In the Vibrations - Sleep refused to take hold of you, but Michael never did.

Bedside Manner — After ignoring your symptoms for too long, Michael is forced to bring you into the ER.

Cursing* — Robby figures out what gets you all hot and bothered.

A Fresh Start — Forgiveness comes slowly, and you’re thankful for the fresh start.

Be. — You had no intentions of falling for the sad-eyed attending on one of your rotations. And yet, here you are.

More TBA

updated 05/06/2025

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[flofaiiry]

★ ‣ smut | ♡︎ ‣ fluff | 𖦹 ‣ angst | ❀ ‣ suggestive ✎ ‣ personal favs

⋆·˚ ༘ * the pitt

dr. jack abbot slim pickins ★ | ✎ how he shows love ♡︎ fifteen minutes ★

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc.] morning sex ★ ♡︎ first time ★ breeding kink ★ | ✎ domestic!jack ♡︎ size kink ★ jack & younger gf!reader ♡︎ ❀ house hunting ♡︎ jack & taller gf!reader ♡︎ ❀ jack & shy!reader ♡︎ eye contact ♡︎ taking care of him after a long day ★ body worship & breeding ★ shy!reader & praise ♡︎ sub!jack abbot ★ "keep your eyes on me" [prompt game] ★ "louder. let me hear you." [ prompt game] ★ "tell me what you want" [prompt game] ★ breeding kink pt2 ★

dr. michael robinavitch sick day ♡︎

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc.] "you can take it." [prompt game] ★ "you taste so good" [prompt game] ★ florist!reader moodboard [series/story coming soon!!]

dr. frank langdon haunted 𖦹 ❀

dr. samira mohan sue me ★

⋆·˚ ༘ * animal kingdom

andrew 'pope' cody why him? ♡︎ show me ★

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc] munch!pope ★ breeding kink ★ | ✎ pope & nurse gf!reader ♡︎ ★ fake boyfriend ♡︎ stalker!pope moodboard [fic coming soon!!] scars ★ | ✎ first night back from prison ★ conjugal visit ❀ sundress ★ "you can take it" [prompt game] ★ "you take me so well" [prompt game] ★

⋆·˚ ༘ * chicago pd

deputy chief charlie reid ultraviolence ★ wanna be yours [ultraviolence pt2] ♡︎ ★ | ✎

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc] uni student!reader ❀ your house gets broken into ♡︎ pre law!reader ★ "hands behind your back" [prompt game] ★ "do you want my fingers?" [prompt game] ★ "spread your legs wider" [prompt game] ★

⋆·˚ ༘ * southland

detective sammy bryant

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc] morning sex ★ "show me how much you need me" [prompt game] ★

⋆·˚ ༘ * marvel cinematic universe

bucky barnes washington's finest ★

[blurbs, thoughts, asks, etc] florist's son 40s bucky ♡︎

[ divider creds ; @uzmacchiato ]

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

Mrs. R Masterlist

Pairing: Dr. Michael Robinavitch x Reader

Warnings: Angst; fluff; all that good stuff

Summary: For as amicable as the divorce had been, the two of you had problems. When Michael was stressed, he shut you out from the source of it, determined not to bring it home. But as hard as he tried, the strain and drain of his work hung on him. You’d wanted to be a safe space for him, but as the pressures of his job mounted, he’d never allowed you to be.

Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

Part Five

[stellamarielu]

the pitt masterlist

the ☆ indicates smut aka everything i write, sorry!

──────────﹒★﹒──────────

jack abbot

first thing ☆

lazy mornings with jack are few and far between, but they always exceed your expectations or jack topping you from the bottom while you ride him first thing in the morning!

stay

jack comes home from a long shift to find you fast asleep in his bed.

rusty ☆

after a dry spell in his sex life, jack would’ve never imagined the next women he’d have naked in his bed would be his favorite first year resident.

soft

jack gets injured on shift and you’re there to help him get stitched up, making it impossible for him to ignore the soft side you bring out in him— especially when it makes his heart rate jump alarmingly high.

jack abbot blurbs + drabbles ☆

michael robinavitch

late night visits ☆

somehow your neighbor is always finding himself at your front door hoping to find relief through casual hookups, but you both can’t deny your feelings any longer

impatient intentions ☆

robby’s innocent obsession with his neighbor takes a turn after a dinner invite that leads him straight into your kitchen and renders him a slave to your touch

[obfuscateyummy]

Welcome to the Pitt: Masterlist

Reader insert series with our favorite bearded broken emergency room attending. I plan on expanding the series eventually. Reader is a female fellow at PTMC in the ER with Robby. They have 3 kids. A girl (Lucy) and a set of twins (still working on ideas for names)

(These are posted in the order of timeline - not when I posted them.)

Baby, we can go where you please (ADAD 2025)

Fuck Me Until I Forget Today (18+ - NSWF - MDNI) Welcome to the Pitt (part 1) Late (Part 2) Positive (Part 3) One and One and One Makes Three (Part 4)

Only the Young.

[lockeswoodss]

Locke's Masterlist

(My AO3 if you prefer that format: here)

A/N: This is All Smut, MDNI! (Even if it's a fluff piece, this blog is 18+)

The Pitt Request Guidelines: here

The Pitt

Jack x Reader x Robby

Series:

The Crimson Glow: A Soulmate AU

Masterlist

You had long given up on meeting your soulmates. At 33, you felt like you'd miss the window. Pathetic off white pink strings, that had only darkened twice, were your only claim to them. That was until you started your across-state journey from Philly to P-burgh. Feeling brash after a recent breakup you threw caution to the wind and applied for a job across your home state. To your surprise, you were hired. With the encouragement of your close friends and brother, you committed to the new experience. For once, you were excited for adventure, that was until your strings began to darken.

One Shots:

Double It: here

Poly!Robby x Reader x Jack Robby and Jack catch the reader masturbating after a hard shift, and deal with her accordingly

Throuple It: here

A prequel to Double it. This one-shot explores how Poly!Robby x Reader x Jack came to be.

Robby

One Shots:

A Guiding Hand: here

Dr. Robby teaches reader how to masturbate. That's it, that's the whole fic. This is a little long for a drabble, but too short to be a full-fledged one-shot.

[silens-oro]

The Pitt Masterlist

Not all fics have adult content, but this blog is 18+.

My playlist for The Pitt on Spotify

Dr. Jack Abbot Do I Divide and Pull Apart? (f!reader, angst) Pass Slowly Series (f!reader, shared grief/comfort) Patron Saint, Are We All Lost Like You? Retreat to Safer Waters

Dr. John Shen Tight Five (f!reader, fluff, established relationship) Rest My Chemistry (f!reader, fluff) Dr. Michael 'Robby' Robinavitch Pretty Damn Close (f!reader, domestic fluff) Senior Citizen Behavior (f!reader, domestic fluff) You Know Where You Are (complete) (f!musician!reader, angst, grief) Part One Part Two Part Three Part Four

[abbotty]

𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐓𝐘'𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

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Feedback and reblogs are greatly appreciated!

jack abbot

☆ i wanna love you (but i don't) | coming soon!

after 5 years spent with jack abbot, you've come to the conclusion that you'd be better off apart. after all, what good is a loveless marriage? now, with the divorce papers signed (supposedly), there's only one thing keeping you tied to jack: your three year old son adam. In order to protect adam and yourself from the scrutiny of jack's family, you and jack decide to keep the divorce a secret until the 4th of july week spent with the abbot family is over. a week spent in a cabin trying to convince everyone that yourself and jack are still in love... what could possibly go wrong?

[hauntedhowlett-writes]

ONE SHOTS

 ₊˚・[ stitched together ]

neighbor au | explicit | female reader

After accidentally cutting your hand, you seek out your neighbor for help. A favor becomes a friendship and a friendship becomes something more.

↳ TUMBLR | AO3

₊˚・[ comfort in the chaos ]

established relationship | explicit | female reader

Robby comes home late from work and joins you in the bath.

↳ TUMBLR | AO3

₊˚・[ rainy day ]

established relationship | explicit | female reader

when a thunderstorm cuts your plans short, you and robby make the most of his day off together at home.

↳ TUMBLR | AO3

[asxgard]

MASTERLIST

[ REQUESTS CLOSED ] list & rules

— Most my work is 18+. Anything marked with an astrik* contains explicit content. Minors DNI, you will be blocked.

— All work is my own. Please do not repost anywhere else without my consent.

Under the cut you’ll find all my works. Hope this helps you navigate!

The Pitt

Dr. Michael Robinavitch masterlist

Dr. Jack Abbot masterlist

Dr. Frank Langdon masterlist

Dr. John Shen masterlist (coming soon)

(Dr.) Dennis Whitaker masterlist (coming soon)

updated 04/25/2025

My AO3

[booksandteaandtears]

Masterlist

Hi, welcome to my creative outlet! I'm a law student who's trying to write things that aren't just legal arguments. I get inspired by what I watch and read, so the list is somewhat random.

Please enjoy!

requests here

❃

The Pitt

❃ Dr. Robby

Dr. Michael Robinavitch x f!prosecutor!reader

Teaching Hospital Building Something A much needed conversation You're my only you A proposal (coming soon)

A sunday kind of love (coming soon)

❃ Dr. Abbot

Dr. Jack Abbot x famous!wife

And to my darling husband! another part coming later!

Makeshift veterinarian (Dr. Jack Abbot x f!cop!reader)

That's your wife? thunder version (Dr. Jack Abbot x f!attending!wife!reader)

That's your wife? sunshine version (Dr. Jack Abbot x f!attending!wife!reader)

Peaky Blinders

❃ Tommy Shelby - series

When the Bleak Midwinter has Passed (Tommy Shelby x ofc)

[rori-is-writing]

Life Line Chapter Masterlist

A The Pitt Reader X Soulmate AU.

Multi-Chapter | Explicit | Soulmate AU | Dr. Robby x Fem!Reader ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Summary: You had always wondered what it would be like to meet your soulmate...Yet, of all the scenarios you had dreamt up over the years, meeting your soulmate in the ER as your lifeblood poured out onto the floor was not one of them.  ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯ Tags: Age Gap (20+ years), Brief mentions of near-death experience/shooting trauma, Caretaking, Hurt/Comfort, PTSD, Soulmates

Fancy Meeting You Here [2,110 words]

Coming Soon [WIP]

[ilariyalavorowrites]

White Flag - Michael Robinavitch x Paramedic!Reader

White Flag - Part One

White Flag - Part Two

White Flag - Part Three

Sunflowers at Dawn - Pre-White Flag

Bright Lights - What if AU

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

[glamorizethechaos]

ੈ ✩‧₊˚ Lindsay. 28. She/her.‧₊˚✩ ੈ

Hi there! I’m Lindsay! I’m a 28 years old historian, Aries, INFP and mother of two. I’ve have been on tumblr on and off since 2010 but only started writing fan fiction recently.

My current ADHD hyper fixations are: The Pitt, Animal Kingdom, Shawn Hatosy, Noah Wyle, Old Hollywood, and I’m also really down bad for tortillas at the moment.

I want my blog to be a safe space for all; racism, transphobia, homophobia, antisemitism, xenophobia, and sexism are not welcome here. DMs are always open if you need a person to talk to.

୨ৎ Jack Abbot ୨ৎ

Series: ✩ Bruises- Part one Part two

Part three

One Shots: ✩ Labor of Love (18+)

✩ Wildflower ✩ Baby You’re a Firework ✩ All That is Lost

୨ৎ Michael Robinavitch ୨ৎ

Series:

Sweet Surrender:

Part one

Part two

Part three

Part four

One Shots:

Off the Ledge

୨ৎ Charlie Reid ୨ৎ

One Shots:

✩ No Tears Left To Cry

[arcane-vagabond]

Feed Well the Land Masterlist

Pairing: Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x Reader

Summary: New York City was never without its problems, but a string of mass murderers has plagued the city in the recent decade. These days, a man targeting the women of the city has captured the attention of the local journalists, everyone vying for the latest scoop--yourself included. However, you have a lead that no one else seems to have. Your mentor, Jack Abbot knows someone that the police seem to look to for answers. Dr. Robby, as Jack calls him, doesn't impress you at first--his sarcastic comments and the seemingly permanent scent of booze doing little to buy your confidence. But as the case drags on, you begin to see the man behind the mask, and it might just be the man who saves you. (Alienist!AU)

Series Content Warnings: Dark fic (Going to go ahead and tag this as DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT because of the overall content), Serial killer, blood, gore, old time attitudes (mainly misogyny), historical inaccuracies, alcohol, alcoholism, grief, loss, police, ANGST, fluff, maybe smut? Individual chapters will have their own warnings!

Updates and related posts will be tagged as "FWTL" and "Feed Well the Land".

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