#robbyxreader

[hawksbacktattoo]

Make Up S*x | Robby x Fem!Reader

Summary: The relationship between reader and Robby begins to dwindle, during a night out something sparks between them that draws the two back together.

Warnings: smut with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, slight angst, choking, slapping, use of "good girl".

Word Count: 2.7k

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Ever since Robby came back to school from juvie, your relationship has become rocky. Between the constant attention he's suddenly been getting, to the simple fact that you haven't seen him in so long. His friend group grew, whilst yours dwindled, it was hard trying to keep his attention. 

Your body slouched into the hard chair of your seat in class, elbows hitting against the wood as you placed your head in your hands. Thoughts running through your mind, him running through your mind. You missed him for sure, the lack of his presence was heavy. It had been so long since he held you, kissed you, wanted you. 

Almost like the gods were listening, the classroom door swung open and in came Robby and his little possey of friends. His eyes lingered on you briefly as he walked past, nothing behind the way he looked at you - per usual. The sound of chatter filing the room when they all took their seats, joking and poking at each other like immature children. 

You couldn't help but despise the people her hung around, they were always causing problems and frankly you just couldn't stand to be around them. This being a main factor for the distance growing between you and your lover. Everywhere he was, they were lingering close behind, never leaving time for the two of you to spend any intimate time together. 

Sighing and slouching further in your seat, you turned your focus to the professor striding into the room. His voice booming as he began the lesson of the day, switching on the projector and dimming the lights. Resting your head against your arm, eyes fluttering close as the lesson progresses. 

A tap to your shoulder shaking from the sleep you weren't even aware you were having. "The bell rang, class is over." His words were hard, annoyance behind each syllable. "Thanks..." you muttered, hand rubbing her your face as you stood from your seat, slinging your bag over your shoulder. He didn't say anything else and just walked away, hands tucked into his pockets. 

Each day repeating like the last, minimal words shared between the two of you, no contact whatsoever. It was starting to make your blood boil, what was the point of keeping the label if nothing was actually happening amongst the two? Phone chiming in your pocket, you pull it out reading the words displayed on the screen.

West Valley Seniors

Kyler: Party at my place tonight, 8pm and no later 

You chuckled at the message, Kyler being one of the only people you truly got along with well. His sarcastic yet bubbly personality drew her in, not to mention, he was the only person to stay real to you when Robby was released from juvie. Calls in the middle of the night when you just needed someone to rant to, a shoulder to lean on when things were rough between you and Robby. He was truly her favorite person, her rock. 

Thinking to herself, why not? She needed some air, and a party was the best way to distract her mind from the wondering thoughts of the boy who seemed to want nothing to do with her. 

Scavenging through her closet, looking for something suitable to wear, she stumbles upon a dress. The dress Robby bought for her to wear to the date he promised to take her on before everything that happened which put him in juvie. 

It was a tight fitted black dress, a slit along the thigh with lacey arm straps. She remembered the night it was gifted to her. He had showed up to her parents' house, fitted into a pair of dark blue jeans and a white pattered dressed shirt. He looked like heaven, paired with that pearly white smile he always used to have. Her heart fluttered when she swung the door open to see him at her doorstep. Bag in hand as he stepped inside, brushing the side of her waist as he did so. 

Their conversation was light but heartfelt, sharing a few sweet words before he presented her the dress. Planning a night out under the stars after a late dinner, she was excited to spend some one-on-one time with him. But the plans never made it past the words he spoke that night. A fight breaking out between him and Miguel Diaz that went way too far and the next thing she knew, she was paying for a phone bill to talk to him. 

The longer he was cooped up in there, the shorter their conversations became. Most nights they sat in silence on breaking it to say their goodnights and goodbyes. She loved him with all of her heart, but it was getting hard being the only one trying to keep the spark alive. 

Slipping the outfit on her freshly showered body and spritzing on her favorite perfume, she shot Kyler a quick message to let him know she was ready to be picked up. Stepping into a pair of heels as she hit send. 

The ride back to his parents' house was something for sure, but in a good way. The stereo on full blast as he butchered the lyrics to a beabadoobee song. You practically laughed the entire way, tears streaming down you face from how hard you stomach hurt from laughing. He was always a fun spirit to be around. 

Helping Kyler set up a few more things before bodies started piling into the spacious house, plugging in his phone to the speaker and clicking shuffle, the house began to rattle with background chatter. 

Robby arrived at the party with his group of friends, grin on his lips as they stride through the doors and into the crowd of intoxicated teens. He was enjoying himself, cup in hand filled to the brim with something harsh, mind fuzzy from the strength of the drink swirling in his system. It was a good night for him; until his eyes fell on to you. 

Body pressed against Kyler's side, snug in the dress that made his head spin, head falling back as you laughed at whatever he had said. It felt as if the tipsiness was ripped from his body in that moment, hands balling into fists at his sides. "Yo bro, you good?" Hawks voice intruded into his thoughts. "Mhm." He replied blandly, slamming his red solo cup on to the edge of the pool table beside him. 

You took a sip from you cup before a hand grip at your bicep, yanking you away from Kyler's side. A gasp leaving your lips when you cup hit the ground. "What the fuck!" You fumed, head snapping in your throat. The saliva catching in your throat when your eyes meet Robby's hard gaze. "Chill dude, what's your problem." Kyler stood from his seat, coming to your defense.  

"Shut the fuck up and back away from my girl." Robby glared at the male stood behind you. "Oh, now she's your girl. Where was all this energy before?" Kyler continued, words stabbing at the other male. 

"This doesn't concern you or do you want me to whoop your ass too." Robby stepped closer, stopping when you press your hand to his chest. "Ky it's okay, I'll text you tomorrow." You give him an apologetic smile before dragging Robby out of the loud house, the chilly breeze causing the hairs on your arms to stand. Once the two of you were far enough away from the house, music now a murmur in the distance, you shove your hands against his chest. 

"The hell is your problem?" You scolded, anger taking over. You weren't sure if it was the alcohol or how long you've been suppressing how you felt, but your hands keep hitting against his chest, over and over. He finally stopped your abuse to his chest, hands gripping your wrist firmly. "Me? What's my problem? I don't know, maybe it's because my girlfriend is here, in the dress I bought her, on another man's arm." He argued back, a hint of hurt laced in his words. 

"Like you care." You scoffed, words panging Robby's heart. "Why do you care all of a sudden?" You voice trembles as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Robby felt terrible, he never wanted to see you cry, he didn't mean for things to get this out of hand. 

Swallowing back his egotistical pride, anger replacing with guilt. He wasn't sure what to say, so many things were running through his mind, but he never uttered a word. Eyes scanning her tear-filled expression, he breathed out heavy. "I'm sorry, you're right. I don't have the right to do what I did. And there's no excuse for the way I've been treating you lately, all I can say is sorry." His words stuttered out, grip tightening around her wrists. 

You stared at him dumbfounded, that's all he had to say? After the nights filled with tears, days of constant hurt, there's no way sorry could just fix how broken he's made you. Shaking your head and pulling away from him, a tsk falling from your lips. "You know what Robby, screw you. You don't to just come up to me and act like things between us will just wash over after everything that has happened. Fuck your lame ass sorry." Your words were like poison to him, heart becoming heavy with every hurt filled word you muttered.

Stepping closer to you, taking your hands in his he broke. "Please, let me make it up to you. I promise from today on out, it'll just be me and you." He plead, lips trembling as his eyes watered. He felt like crap. Yes, he pushed you away, but he thought it was what you would've wanted. Things were different and he was scared to admit that he messed up bad, scared of looking weak to you. But none of that mattered to him anymore, the way you looked at him with so much hate in your eyes made him wanted to break down. 

"How are you going to possibly make up for the time lost, the peng you put against my heart," Your words coming out softer than before, expression softening. It fell silent for a moment, the bustling of leaves brushing by and the wind combing through the trees filling the moment. 

Almost in a whisper, he responded, "Let me show you." The heat of his breath wafting over your lips. He was close, too close for you to think straight. You wanted to step away and tell him no but the way his chest brushed against yours as he breathed clouded your judgement. His fingers laced with your as he led you to his car, no words spoken as the door creaked opened and you stepped in, ducking your head before the door clanked shut. 

Your heart was beating as he drove through the dimly lit streets. You knew it was stupid to be accepting of him this quick, your mind fighting a hard battle with your heart. The way the streetlights gleamed over his face reminded you of why you had fallen for him in the first place. How his beautiful green eyes lit up every time he saw you, how his arms felt around you when he hugged you so tight, he respectful he was. 

You could go on and on, but you shouldn't, you haven't seen that side of him for a while, yet there you sat. Thighs pressed around your hands, eyes admiring his side profile as he drove you two, to his apartment. You figured out the destination after he took the all too familiar turn down the road to the complex. 

Your heels clacked against the cement as you followed closely behind him, lips pressing together in straight line as you rocked on your feet waiting for him to unlock the door. Everything changed the moment he locked the door behind him. His gazed darkened, jaw clenching as he glared down at you small frame. 

You squeal as your feet left the ground, body slumping over his shoulder as he made his way to his bedroom, steps heavy beneath his. Your body bounced against the bed; dress pulled from your body in one swift movement. "I'm going to fuck my apology into you until you taste it." He sounded so damn sexy, the slight rasp behind each word. 

His clothes piling atop of your now crinkled dress on his bedroom floor, now the only thing lingering way his boxers the clung tightly around his print. Pulling your body closer to the edge of the bed, he dropped to his knees with a thud. Nose brushing against your cl!t through your thong. Pressing a long kiss to your quivering bundle of nerves he let out a sigh filled with desire, his eyes closing as his hands slid over your fleshy thighs. "I've missed you so much." He groaned, fingers hooking around the thin fabric at the hilt of your hips before pulling it away from your heat. 

The growl he let out made you shiver; you couldn't help but give in to his touch. You missed him so much and no matter how mad you were, the love and yearning you had for him easily drowned it out. A longing sigh whispered past your lips when his tongue brushed over your cvnt. The thick muscle flicked over you cl!t and you moaned, hands coming up to cover your mouth. A smile crept up his lips at the sound. 

Twirling his tongue over the sensitive bud had your legs shaking, he had always been good at giving head, but it felt like your senses were through the roof. Every brush of his tongue, every lick, suck, kiss he placed to your heat had you moaning pathetically. Just as your climax stirred in your stomach, he pulled away, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. "Not yet, my love." 

Shedding of his last piece of clothing and crawling on to the bed, he stood on his knees and pulled you up into his chest. Lips whispering over yours as he spoke, "I love you so much." She could feel the adoration in his words, his pupils dilating when his eyes met hers. 

The soft moment didn't last long though, his eyes filling with lust and want. His hands were rough on her skin, gripping and groping at her breast, fingers squeezing around her throat. You weren't bothered by the lack of oxygen though; you liked it when he man handled you. Pressing your body back in the mattress, you gasp deeply as he slips into you. You almost forgot how good he felt, how girthy he was. 

"You belong to me." He hissed, the grip on your throat tightening momentarily before he releases all together. "All yours." You moaned; mouth gaped open as his hips fucked into you so deliciously. Slipping a finger past you gasping lips, his gaze lowering as he watched you suck on the salty flesh. "That's right, good girl." He praised, tapping his hand against your cheek. 

Pushing one of your knees to your chest, he adjusted himself before beginning to pound into you mercilessly. Cries of pleasure and pain erupting from your throat and spewing from your swollen lips. His sweat dripping on to your chest as he grunted, lips parting as he panted. Thrusts slowly as they become sloppy, the sudden change of speed ripping your orgasm out of you as he brushed against your g spot. 

His climax following shortly behind, body falling limp beside you as he heaved. Hair sticking to his sweaty forehead. Your gaze falls on him and your heart flutters. He looked like sin, puffy lips, sweaty and the way his breath shook every time he exhaled had your face heating up.

Gulping down a breath, he finally turns to face you, resting his head on his perched elbow. "I'm really sorry about lately, how about we skip class tomorrow and just spend the day together so we can talk things over?" His hand brushed over your cheek; eyes locked on yours. "That sounds wonderful." You gleamed, butterflies churning in your stomach. 

[lavenderdaisychain]

RobbyXHoney where she gets hurt by a psych or pissed off patient 🤭

Knights in black figs

a/n: OH. EM. GEE, Dr. Honey and Dr.Robby are BACK! I almost switched this where Robby got hurt instead but it was not working, but here we are!!

Dr. Micheal RobinavitchxFem!Doctor!Reader

tags: Established relationship (married), Age gap (not specified but 20s/40s), PTSD, veteran experiencing an episode (this is dramatized and not always an accurate description of how veterans react), violence, angst, but also fluff at the end, very much hurt/comfort, medical inacuracies bc im j a girl, Langdon saves the day?? in this economy?? very much needed.

It happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on a patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER.

"Mr. Prescott it's me Doctor Robinavitch." you announced, softly stepping into the dimmed room. Logan Prescott was a younger man, a vet. He’d come in for some head pain and you were trying to rule out if it was physical or mental. You were always soft with these patients, but should've had another nurse or even Robby there with you, but you knew you could handle him.

Leaving the battlefield didn't mean the war was over, you were all too familiar with the warzones that wage in the mind like a raging torrent.

Logan was curled up on the bed, not asleep but not awake, his hands clasped tightly over his ears. He'd told you he hated hospitals but knew he needed help, you'd bribed Myrna to get a bed in the hall so he could try and get some quiet in a room. You watched as he slowly rocked back and forth, humming a military cadance to himself.

"Logan? I brought you some Tylenol, then we need to do some testing down here before we send you up to imaging is that okay?" You made sure to give him plently of space, not always knowing how a patient with PTSD will react. Logan turned and looked to you, terrified and in pain, he sat up and took the tylenol gratefully. "I got you file from the doctor at the VA, you do have some history of head trauma, is there any way you can expand on that?"

You shined a light in his eyes as you spoke, routine. His pupils were reactive to light and sizing properly. According to Logan he had a few stories of gettimg hurt in combat- passed the finger test -but didn't remember any head injuries.

"My pain is all at the back of my head Doc," He winced again, "feels like the base of my neck is on fire all the time."

You chewed the inside of your lip as you felt the base of his neck for any injuries, not knowing this action would send everything sideways. All it took was a sharp press at the nape and you were being overpowered.

it happened fast. Too fast to even register. One moment you were checking on your patient and the next you'd become a hostage in your own ER. A hand grabbed the back of your head before slamming your face into the metal tray that sat beside you. Strong arms wraped around your waist and throat, locking you in place as a blade hovered near you. Logan barked an order at you, but it wasn't in English, you cursed yourself for not taking Arabic like your grandmother had begged.

"Logan, just drop the blade and we can talk about this-" the blade pressed into your top, wrong answer. "If we walk out there with you holding me like this shit is going to hit the fan, fast-" You tried your hardest to plead with him, craning your neck to see his face, but his eyes were hollow. He was running on a deadly autopilot.

"We have to go now. I trade you I get her back that was the deal." he growled in your ear as he began to walk to the door. Your chest began to tighten and your breathing was on the edge of becoming erratic. You weren't fearing for your life as much as you feared for the man who kept your body captive against his.

"I am walking out with a patient who is not in a clear state of mind," You called out to the hallway praying someone would hear you. "Do not approach aggressivley he is armed!"

The two of you stumbled from the room into the heart of the ER, which came to a screaming halt at the sight of a man with a knife to one of their own. And not just one of their own but Dr. "Honey" Robinavich of all people. One of the nurses tried to lunge at Logan before you could protest, earning a slice to your shoulder. You bit back your pain, shooting daggers at the nurse as he backed off, eyes wide with fear.

"What the hell is goi-" Robby couldn't finish his sentence as he rounded the corner with Dana, coming face to face with his wife being held up, bleeding. A wave of emotions crashed into him as he assesed you from afar. Blood was splattered across your face, a stream trailing down your bicep. Logans head snapped around as he faced Robby, seeing him as the authority.

"I'm here for our trade. I want my wife," He growled.

"Sir, I don't have her," Robby started gently, you felt an arm squeeze tighter around your throat. You tried to pull yourself free, hoping if you could speak to Logan he would listen to you. "You're in Pittsburg, you're safe. But you are causing a scene in a hospital and you've hurt someone innocent.” Robby brought his palms up in a surrendering stance, eyes focused on you the whole time.

Logan began to ramble again, in Arabic you assumed, but the more he rambled about needing his wife back the tighter his grip got on your throat. The edges of your vision began to darken, stars shooting in front of you.

“Sir, can you tell us where you are?” Dana asked, bravely stepping forward, Robby was locked in his place behind her not looking at you but looking behind.

“Unless you bring my wife back you need to get the fuck back!” He shouted.

“We’re trying to get her right now,” Robby cut back in, slowly pulling Dana behind him. “But you need to let her go.” Robby’s eyes were trained on you, your fear began to slowly wash away. He had you, he always had you. But Logan didn’t like his answer, he raised his blade to your chest. You had to think fast.

“Baby,” you choke through his grasp. “Logan it’s me. Please baby let me go.”

That got his attention. Logan’s grip on the knife faltered as he thought for a moment maybe he’d dragged his wife into this mess to get her back. You didn’t see Robby’s small nod, but as a needle pierced Logans arm, the knife made its home in between your ribs.

The panic set in. At first you didn’t feel the knife, didn’t feel your knees hit the ground, or the strong arms that lifted you onto a trauma bed.

Muffled shouting clouded your mind as your vision was darkening quickly. Was this how you were going out? Trying to help a patient? Stabbed in front of your family and maybe never heard from again before you could tell them all you loved them?

“Honey, Honey you have to stay with me.” Robby’s voice was shaky, fear coating each word.

You opened your mouth to speak, or at least you thought you did, but no words or sounds came out. Your ears began to ring and as hard as you wanted to stay awake, you couldn’t. Not anymore.

“Oh my God.” Was that…Langdon? Your eyes fluttered at the sound of his voice and the monitor quietly beeping behind you. “Robby I didn’t know he was gonna do that!”

“It’s okay kid, I gave you the go ahead,” Robby replied, his voice was tired. "None of us knew how he'd react and we had to get him down. She's alive...that's what matters." you rolled your neck to get a better look at you husband who was slouched in the shitty hospital chair. The movement sent waves of pain causing you to hiss, the men turned to face you. Langdon's eyes were wide with shock, and maybe shame. Robby was just happy to see you awake.

"You saved me Frank," your voice was strained, barely above a whisper, "I'm grateful for you." He almost broke right there, fingers twitching slightly like he wanted to come in the room and reach for you. He cleared his throat and mumbled a quick 'any time Honey' before he was whisked away by a beeping pager. He knew he needed to leave because as soon as the door shut Robby was curled up in your side, pushing your hair back and kissing the side of your face tenderly.

You couldn't hide the way the shakes took over your body as you thought about the day you'd had, being the empathetic person you were, Logan was on your mind. Tears pricked at your eyes, the pain in your throat radiated through your body, you'd become acutely aware of the deep scar that now lived in your chest.

"Hey, hey baby breathe," Robby's calm voice pulled you from the panic that tried to set in, you leaned into his touch, taking the Star of David that lay around his neck in your hands. Robby softly dragged his hands up and down your spine, careful to avoid the blossoming pain in your ribs.

"I want to go home." You choked out.

"Soon," Robby nodded, placing another tender kiss to your temple. "we don't have to talk about today yet but I love you so much, I don't say it enough."

Of all things you could've done a laugh escaped you, through the pain and the sorrow there was never a day Robby couldnt make you laugh. You cupped his beard, pulling his face down slightly to place a kiss to him. "I love you," you whispered back. That was all the energy you had but he knew everything left unsaid behind it. As the observational hours went on, you laid against Robbys chest, the drumming from his talking of hospital nonsense comforting you.

"I mean really it's been months since Pittfest we should not be seeing those rats still!"

"Call Whitaker, I got him to kill one at the house the other day because I felt sorry for it." The way Robby's full belly laugh rumbled against you like thunder in a summer storm made the stress of the day melt away completley. Your heart soared at the fact that your husband would come up with pure bullshit just in the hopes it would make you laugh.

Now you were home. Safe, away from the hospital until you had a psych eval but it wouldn't be for another 3 weeks.

You stared at yourself in the mirror. Robby had protested you getting out of your comfy bed after finally getting home, but ultimatley gave in, you dropped your robe once the bathroom door had (reluctanly) closed. Your face looked like hell, your nose had been taped but it didn't mean the crook would disappear, your top lip was swollen and sliced from where your face had connected with the metal tray. Patches of purple and green spread under your eyes like a sea of wilted moss.

Your throat was covered in black and purple splotches, just looking at it made the pain rear it's ugly head. Your hands trailed down to the white patch at your ribs, Robby said it took 18 stitches and it was a miracle he didn't puncture a lung. He never wanted to hurt you, not really.

"You hungry?" Robby asked through the door, your stomach growled in response.

"Starving!"

When you knew Robby had walked to the kitchen you slipped out of the bathroom, robe still on the floor and decided you needed a piece of comfort. The smell of your favorite breakfast began to travel trough the house, beckoning you to the kitchen.

"Mmmm, my favorite,"

Robby turned at the sound of your feet padding into the kitchen, his eyes taking in every piece of you as you'd traded your robe out for a teeshirt that just covered your ass and nothing else. Robby took you in his arms gently, his hands moving under the shirt you wore to press small circles in your back. You pulled robbys neck down till his head rested lightly on your shoulder. You would never forget today, because today reminded you why you woke up every day, for them.

For him

"I love you," You whispered in his ear. The rest of your weekend to come would be laying around in bed, eating good food and remembering how much you love each other, even if you didn't say it enough.

a/n: omg this was so fun to write, life has been insane so I was so happy to get some Robbyxyou (honey) content out!! I have big plans coming but I hope yall enjoy ~kisses

@ebodebo @kchronicallyonline @sceletaflores @that-sarcastic-writer

my dividers are from the lovely: @enchanthings-a

[sensei-venus]

Fluff with robby about trying to pick baby names for their daughter?

Baby Names~

(Unedited) (Fluff, Pregnant!Reader, Mentions of Midwife!Moon, Moon is number one RobbyxReader shipper, Hinted mention of Reader having some kind of childhood trauma.)

The amount of baby books Robby had picked up was insane. When he came home and dumped the pile of books on their bed, Reader was more than a little shocked. Most of them were about raising kids, newborn and toddler age.

But a few were just purely name driven.

Reader puffed out her cheeks a little while looking though one of the books. Her eyes scanning over page after page of baby names. There were so many to choose from. It made her head hurt just looking at all of them. The ink almost seemed to imprint onto her brain the more she read.

She sighed “Do we have to do this right now? Can’t we just like wait or something until maybe she gets here?” Reader asked out loud. Robby scooted a little closer to her on the bed. A thicker book clutched in his hands. He looked up from what he was reading saying “Reader your already half way though the pregnancy, we have to at least look and some of them. At least to get an idea on what we might end up naming her.” He eyed her bump.

Reader rubbed said bump while still holding the book.

She really had no idea on what they should name their baby. She was never one to think of baby names, ever. The idea of even having a baby seemed so far gone in her mind. A baby was always at the very back of her mind. As a kid she didn’t like the idea of having kids in general, as a teen it was the same way. But then she meet Robby and it felt like a huge maybe. They both agreed that having kids wasn’t out of the question, but it would be far down the line.

Apparently far down the line was two years into their marriage after failed birth control and condoms.

It was just a lot to take in all at once.

It scared her at first and it still scared her now, months later.

Reader didn’t notice the way she zoned out while rubbing her belly. Her eyes hazy until she felt Robby’s hand skim over her knuckle.

“Sorry I got a little distracted.” Her voice was more of a whisper.

“It’s okay, I know you’re your thinking a lot. I am too, I didn’t think we would have to be sitting down and picking baby names so soon if you know what I mean.” He chuckled a little which perked her up a little. With a smile she looked down at her own hand and Robby’s. Both cradling her bump. She wasn’t huge but her round little belly was there.

A kick against their hands had them both surprised for a moment.

“Guess I woke her up with all of that negative stuff huh?”

“Don't say that, you're just stressed. We don't have to come up with a name today just maybe get some ideas okay? Don't stress yourself and the baby out. Just flip through it for a while” Robby smiles and goes back to his own book. Reader mumbles a little but goes back to her book.

“Moon said she was coming over this week to check on me. She wants to take my vitals for her charts.”

“Umm that's good. Do you want me to stay with you or…”

“No don't worry about it, it's nothing too big so I wouldn't worry about it.”

There was a long quiet pause as they both looked through their books.

Suddenly an idea popped into her head mid-flip of a random page. She set the book down saying “How would you feel if we named her something to honor Moon.” Robby slapped his book down and raised a brow at his wife.

“You want to name our baby after Moon? As in name out baby Moon?”

“No! Not name her straight out Moon. Name her something maybe similar. Moon has always been so supportive of us. Even back in high school she was great, she always had my back and when I got with you and everyone was a little iffy, she never questioned us being together. She's always just so nice to us. Hell she's even being our midwife for basically free… I just think it would be sweet.”

Robby couldn't really argue with her on that. Moon had been weirdly such a big support to them. It was so odd that Hawks's girlfriend would be the one to not say shit about their relationship. And now she was doing so much for them, looking out for Reader and the baby. Going as far as to offer to be their midwife because of Reader’s anxiety and past trauma.

He gave a small sigh, snuggling up next to his wife.

“I'm going to guess you have been thinking about this a lot? Any names stick out to you?”

Reader nodded shile tossing the book to the side. Humming she looked up at the ceiling “Well I was thinking maybe Eclipse? Meteora?” Robby visibly scrunched up his face. He was definitely not a fan of those names and Reader could tell. Thinking harder she offered up one last thought.

“What about Luna? Like the moon phase.”

Robby had to admit that he kinda liked the sound of that name. It was short and sweet and did remind him of the other girl a little bit. One of his hands rested on Reader's belly, rubbing circles into her skin ever so gently. He moved to rest his cheek on her. He gave a small smile saying ever so sweetly “Luna? Do you like that name? Lunaa.” he almost wanted to laugh. Reader did too but stopped herself. Talking to their daughter was a thing Robby had only picked up recently and it never failed to make the girl flustered.

But then a moment later she kicked which made the both of them stop what they were doing. Robby blinked a few times saying “Luna? Luna?” and there was another tiny kick.

They both laughed at the little ones' reaction inside Reader. Reader put her hand on Robby saying “I think she really likes the name Luna. Or she's just moving. I can't really tell.” she laughed a little. Robby kissed her belly and whispered “Nah I think she really does like the name. So I guess in a few more months we are going to get to meet our little Luna in person. Isn't that right Luna.”

There was a small shift in Reader's belly, the skin moving a little as “Luna” moved to a new position.

A sweet little name for a sweet little girl who would soon make a lot of people in their tiny little world happy.

[hawksbacktattoo]

Tag Team | Robby & Miguel x Fem!Reader

Summary: reader gets dragged to a party which ends with a night of excitement

Warnings: p in v, oral (m!receiving), chøking, slāpping, dirty talk, slvt shaming, threesome, smut with plot

Word count: 1.7k

Not proof read

The West Valley High students were having their annual senior graduation party to wrap up the year. This year's party being hosted by Yasmine and Moon made it all she more exciting.

Everyone couldn't stop talking about it all day, anticipation filled the halls at the day went on. Yn was just ready to set back and relax but Tory and Sam decided to drag the poor girl along with them. She tried her hardest to fight the offer but the two were very persistent.

Sitting on the edge of a cafeteria, ear buds in on full blast, yn waited for Sam and Tory so they could leave together. Seeing the girls walk into the crowded lunch room, she hopped down pulling the music from her ears. "Don't make me regret this." She huffed, earning cheeky grins in return.

Sat on Sam's bed in boredom, she watched as the two girls came in and out of the closet in various different outfits. "Oh come on yn, you can't be dreading it that much." Sam stopped her mini fashion show to scold the girl. "I very much am." Yn smiled at her sarcasticly, only to me pulled up from the bed and pushed into the closet alongside the other two.

"Not a chance in hell I'm wearing this." Yn detested, face scrunched in disbelief as she looked at herself in the mirror. They had her wearing a black sparkly mini skirt with a matching corset top. "Without these." Tory held up a pair of silver heels to yns dismay.

The two girls had to practically shove yn in the car as they left. Yn sat in the back seat with a scowl on her face, this was way out of the norm for her.

As the three girls walked up to the beach house, they could hear the loud music blasting from inside. The sound of their heels clacking against the concrete muffled by the music. When they walked in the smell of alcohol and green wafted over them. "Well you two have fun I'm gonna go find Axel." Sam gave them a playful wink before disappearing into the crowd.

Not surprised, he had her wrapped around his finger. The two girls found their way to the liquor table, taking to glasses for themselves before moving back into the crowd.

Miguel sat man spread on the sofa next to his friends, red solo cups at hand as they conversed. His eyes scanning the group of dancing teens until they landed on you. Tongue prodding at the inside of his cheek a smirk crept up on his lips.

It didn't take Robby long to catch a glimpse of her either, brow arching while he watched the girl dance with her friend. The two boys set out their goal, yn being the goal of the night.

Stepping away from Tory to fill up her cup, she hummed to the music playing. Hips swaying as she poured the liquid into her cup. She had to give it to them, she's kind of enjoying herself. Smile washing over her face, she turns to make her way back to Tory only to find said girl long gone.

Chuckling to herself, yn found a sofa and plopped down. The alcohol finally catching up to her. Sofa dipping on both sides of her, she looks up from the liquid in her cup. 'Miguel Diaz and Robby Keene are sitting next to me.' She thought to herself, piercing her lips together to keep her cool.

"Where'd your friend run off to?" They finally spoke, a lot closer than she anticipated. Robby's arm draped over the sofa behind her. Miguel's knee brushing up against hers. "I'm not sure." She spoke, looking down at where her and Miguel touched. "We can keep you company if you want." Robby chimed in, fingers brushing the back of yns exposed neck. Goosebumps spreading over her body.

"Yeah that's fine." Her words coming out quicker than she wanted, taking another swig from her cup. Miguel stood and held a hand out for her to take which she gladly did.

Leading her into the crowd with Robby close behind, he spun her around and brought her closer to his body. Fingers intertwined with hers and Robby's hands on her waist. So much happened in a short amount of time but she wasn't opposed to any of it.

Robby's head rested on her shoulder as the three of them swayed to the music. She couldn't help smiling, the attention had her weak in the knees.

The music turned sensual, softer beats falling from the speakers. Yn could feel Robby push himself up against her, the feeling of his breath brushing over her neck causing her to shiver. Miguel lowered her hands to his chest, gaze never faltering as he swayed.

Yn rolled her head back onto Robby's shoulder, hips rolling as the song deepened. She could tell she was tipsy now, vision half blurry. Miguel lent down to her other ear and whispered, "Let's go somewhere more private." With that, Robby pulled her back hand intertwining with one of her hands as the three of them left the crowded room.

Making their way through the house, the music became more faint the further they got. Finding an empty room, Miguel pushed the door open allowing the other two to move in before closing and locking tbe door behind him.

Robby's hands found their way back to her hips, pressing himself up against her. Miguel's lips pressed to hers in a way that had her legs quivering. Feeling Robby's lips on her neck and Miguel's lips on hers sent yn spiraling. She felt so vulnerable under their touch.

Miguel pulled away from this kiss, biting down on her bottom lip before stepping back. "You think you can take us both?" Robby spoke into her ear, hands caressing her sides as he unthreaded the laces of her corset top.

Her words were caught in her throat, Miguel's gaze making it heart for her to form words. "He asked you a question, I suggest you answer." Miguel's voice was rough, pulling his belt from his pants.

Robby's hands snaked around her, hand gripping at her throat to make her look back at him. "Words darling." Shivering and finally spoke back. "Y..yes I can." She stuttered out, feeling her top fall from her body when Robby pulled the last string out.

Their hungry eyes making her tremble, legs squeezing together. The cold air of the room running over her bare chest making her nipples perk. Hand moving from her throat, Robby took a step back just as Miguel walked up to yn. Pushing her down to her knees between the two.

Miguel's fingers caressed the side of her face, Robby's running through her hair before gripping the locs to make yn look up at Miguel. "Look at you, so weak. Ready to take two cvcks." The two were polar opposites. Robby was gentle when he held her, Miguel was rough, they were a good mix.

"She looks so pretty, doesn't she?" Robby asked, yn could head the need in voice. Miguel nodded in agreement. The faint music in the background made the moment feel like a blissful dream the yn.

Slapping her cheek, Miguel growled as he shoved his thumb past her lips. The skin tasting like the liquor he drinking prior to this. Yn whimpered around his finger. "I don't think I can wait anymore." Robby's voice boomed.

Yns eyes left Miguel's when she heard the thump of Robby's clothes hitting the floor. A mew spewed from her lips at the sight of him. A body any girl would kill to be underneath.

Taking a seat in the arm chair next to the mattress, Robby man spreads hips lifting momentarily. "Crawl to me kitty." Turning to her hands and knees, she makes her way to him. "Good girl." He growled, gripping the base of his cvck.

"Open up." He demanded, tapping his tip against her lips. Parting her lips, yn wrapped her mouth around his length, hands holding to his thighs while he bobbed her head up and down his cvck.

Yn felt Miguel brush against her back, ripping her skirt down before he suddenly slammed his cvck into her. She pulled off of Robby with a strangled moan. "ah fvck migu-" Her cry of pleasure beinf cut off by Robby shocinf himself back into her mouth, fingers tugging at her hair again.

Between Miguel wrecking her pvssy and Robby abvsing her throat, yn was growing weak, legs buckling beneath her.

Miguel gripped her waist, pulling her back to her knees. His thrust became frantic, groans erupting from his throat. Robby placed his free hand behind his head as he threw his hand back with an exasperated moan.

Saliva dripping down her chin, tears beading at the corners of her eyes, legs shaking, yn cried out in ecstasy as her climax ripped through her.

Robby pulled out right before he finished, white ribbons glossing over her fvcked out face as he groaned. Just as she thought it was over, Miguel yanked her up against his chest. Cvck pounding up into her sensitive cvnt while he gripped at her breast. "please..oh my god." She choked out, looking up to see Robby grinning down at her.

"Take this cvck like the food slvt you are." Miguel growled against your neck, thrusts becoming reckless and uneven as he pumped his cvm into her. Yn was practically screaming at this point, another aggressive orgasm looking through her.

Thighs quivering as Miguel let her down slowly. A chuckle being heard from above her, yn finally sat herself up. "Won't you look at that, so pretty." Miguel playfully pouted, patting her cheek. "Head put this on." Robby handed Miguel his shirt to put on her.

Her arms felt like jelly when Miguel held them up to slip the shirt over your body. "We'll give you a ride home, party seems to be over." Miguel spoke, helping the girl stand on her wobbly legs.

The two boys pampered her when she got back home, tucking her into bed before they left. Definitely not something she expected.

The next morning she woke to her phone chiming. Looking down at her phone a gasp left her lips. Yasmine posted a picture of her skirt on the floor of the room she was in and captioned it, #tagteamed. What a way to end the semester. She thought to herself before groaning and slamming her self back down on the bed.

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Opportunity | Robby x Fem!reader

Summary: reader has a crush on Robby, training session gone right.

Warnings: smut with plot, p in v, unprotected sex, creamp!e

Word count: 2k

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Robby Keene, every girls dream including yn's. Between school and the dojo, yn was constantly seeing him. They've shared conversations, which was inevitable since they had common friends.

Today was no different, school then straight to the dojo. Throwing her stuff into her locker at the dojo, yn started her stretches out on the mat. Miguel joining shortly after, then the other two. "Bro calc sucked ass today." Tory groaned, thinking back to the pop up test the professor gave them. "Tell me about it, if it weren't for demetri I would've been cooked." Miguel huffed, helping yn do her sit ups.

"If you two actually paid attention in class, it wouldn't be that hard." Robby snarked at the two shaking his head. Just hearing his voice gave yn butterflies. The three chatted until sensei Lawrence came in.

A loud 'Quiet' catching everyone's attention. "Now, with the All Valley competition being just three weeks away, I need to be sure you are all prepared for what's to come." He spoke, pacing back in forth in front of the group, hands crossed behind his back. "Today we're gonna do some one on one hand combat, I'll call your name and you'll come to the center of the mat. First to three point wins." With that said, everyone chirped up a bit, excited for some actual hands on training.

"First up Diaz and Moskowitz." The two stood and took their places in the center of the mat. Both getting into their stances before sensei shouted 'Ais'. The two threw kicks and jabs, Hawk gaining two points at first then Miguel began his trail of back to back points, reaching three in just a few moves. "Good shit Diaz." Sensei applauded, giving Hawk a pat on the back when he passed by.

He called out a few more names, all being just as good as the last. "Alright, Keene and yln." Her stomach churned, not only because she gets to do some one on one combat with Robby but also because she knows he's way better at her in karate.

Sighing as she took her stance, teeth grinding out of nervousness. "AIS!" Her body moved on command, doing a circle around the mat before throwing a kick which he easily blocked. Robby threw a quickly jab, too fast for yn to process was even coming. He was gentle though, being sure not to hit the girl too hard as they fought.

Yn did a turning kick, finally laying a point on him. The score was now two to one, she backed herself up a little waiting for him to come to her. Robby inched closer, hands up by the sides of his face. Yn finally threw a punch only for his to blocked and flip the girl underneath him. "Point, Robby wins." Sensei Lawrence shouted.

The two stared at one another before Robby cleared his throat and stood to his feet. He reached out a hand to help the girl up which she gladly took. He smiled at her and walked back to where they were seated before.

Class was over, most people had left at the point including sensei. He trusted yn with the keys to lock up which was a normal occurrence, she wanted to get some alone training in.

Popping her ear buds in, she took her stance and began throwing kicks and jabs at the punching bag. Today was a reminder to her that she had so much more to learn. Robby had only been in the dojo for about a month and he was already one of the best fighters there. Yn has been training with Johnny since middle school and was still struggling to compare to most.

The thought frustrated her more, throwing harder kicks and punches, she groaned out in frustration. Pressing her head against the sweating punching back, she switched off her music deciding it was enough for the night. Turning to head to the locker room, she was met with Robby leaning against the doorway. Arms crossed over his toned chest with a stern look on his face.

"Everything alright yn?" His voiced was laced with concern, brows knitted together. "Yeah just.. struggling a little." She admitted. Walking over to him, she plopped down on the bench next to the door. "I've been doing this for so long, yet I still struggle with so much." Her shoulders slouched, fingers playing with the buttons on the side of her phone.

"What are you talking about? You were amazing today, a few missed shots doesn't mean your bad." He took a seat next to the saddened girl, nudging her with his shoulder. "If it means this much to you, I can stay late tomorrow and help you train a little." She lifted her head, a smile creeping up on her face. "I would love that." She was screaming on the inside. He looked prettier up close, his eyes were so beautiful.

The next day yn sat in class looking up at the clock every five minutes, pencil between her teeth as she bounced her leg. "Damn you good?" Miguel questioned, brow lifted as he looked at the jittery girl. "You've been antsy all morning."

Turning to face the boy she gleamed. "More than okay, just wish the day would go by faster." Miguel shook his head, his focus falling back to the board in front of them.

When classes ended for the day, yn basically sprinted out of class. Being the first one at the dojo was the first time in a while. She shoved hee things in her locker like always and shook her hands to calm herself down.

The three met up with her on the mat, Miguel and Robby talking amongst themselves. Yn couldn't help but sneak a few glances at Robby every once in a while.

Robby smiled to himself each time he saw the girl look up at him from the corner of his eye. "What's with you too? You and yn have been smiling like idiots all day." Robby chuckled thinking she's been just as amped up as him for later tonight. "Nothing, just in a good mood." He replied, glancing over at the girl who was on Tory's back.

Training was simple today, sensei had them practicing their kicks and balance for most of the day. "Just drop them in my mailbox tonight, I won't be home." Johnny tossed yn the keys heading out himself.

Putting the keys in her bag, yn walked back out to see Robby stretching on the mat shirtless like the before. "Ready?" He suddenly spoke, hopping up from the mat. She smiled and nodded walking over to him.

"You want to be positioned like this." He fixed her stance, hands placed at her hips. He had been helping her adjust her accuracy. Showing her better ways to punch, easier ways to kick and now how to position herself at the start of a match.

She wasn't expecting him to touch her though. Everywhere his hands left burnt hot, just as her face did from how close he was to her. His chest pressed against her back while they looked into the large mirror so he could show her how to move.

The room fell quiet for a moment, looking at each other in the mirror, his hands still gripped at her waist. "Should we try sparing again." Yn broke the silence, pulling herself away from his hold. Scratching the back of his head he nodded.

Standing in front of each other in their stances again, Robby shouted 'Ais' and they moved closer to one another. Yn waited for the right moment just as he told her, to throw a quick kick to his side. Landing a blow pretty quickly. "Good job." He praised before landing two blows to her leg then her side. "Damn it." She groaned, hands coming back to the sides of her face.

It felt like she was getting deja vu, she back away waiting for him to make his move and just like before he blocked her kicked and flipped her to the ground. "That was much better." He smiled down at her.

Yn wasted not time pulling the boy into a kiss, she felt like this was the only opportunity she'd have. Robby kissed her back passionately, his head dipping to the side to deepen the kiss.

Pulling away, chest heaving from the lack of breath, they stared at each again before yn was pulled up and lifted into his arms. Robby pushed her up against the mirror, lips connecting back with hers with a hum. His fingers digging into her butt as he pushed himself up against her.

"Please fvck me.." she pleded into his lips, hands pressed to his cheeks. "With pleasure." He groaned, setting the girl down momentarily to strip from his clothes as she does the same.

Picking her back up, he lined himself up before slamming into her. A scream ripping from yns throat from the stretch. "oh my god." she cried out, burrowing her face into his neck as he fvcked up into her. Robby was fvcking her like there was no tomorrow, gripping her hips to make her fvck back onto him, head thrown back as deep moans left his lips.

"You look so beautiful." He praised. Letting one leg fall, he pulled the other to his chest, pumping deeper into her cvnt. Yn was basically crying at this point, the feeling so overwhelming combined with the cold glass pressed against her back. "yes robby..fvck." she breathed out. Eyes falling to where their bodies connected, whimpering at the sight of him filling her up.

Pulling out, Robby turned her around bending her over and pushing himself back in. Pulling her hair, he wanted her to see how they looked together. "Look at you.. taking me so wall." He cooed, laying a hard slap to her butt.

His thrust became sloppy as he edge closer to his release. Eyes dimming as he rolled his hips into her. Yn loved the way he looked behind her, abs tightening with her thrust, biceps flexing as he used her hair to slam her down onto his cvck.

"Cvm in me robby, i want you to fill me up." She begged through a moan, legs growing tired beneath her. That was just what Robby needed to finish. His thighs tensed, eye screwing shut as he fucked through his climax. "Fvck you feel so good." He hummed, hips coming to a stop.

Pulling himself out slowly, he lifted her top half up and wrapped his arms around her. Just then, the dojo door swung open and in came Miguel and Tory. "Hey yn you wan- OH FVCK OH MY GOD." Tory covered her eyes, turning herself around completely and Miguel stood in shock. Robby and yns eyes widened and the rushed to get something to cover themselves.

"You know, this makes so much sense now. No wonder to you too we're acting weird all day." Miguel had been prodding at the two since they left the dojo. Robby and yn sat in the back of Miguel's car after he dropped off Tory. "Never expected to see Robby's bare *ss though." Robby face palmed and told the other to just be quiet.

"Good night yn." Robby smiled at her as he hopped out of Miguel's car. "Night Keene." She responded, watching as he walked up to his apartment. "Hey how come he didn't tell me good night, little ungrateful shit." Miguel huffed. The two of them lived in the same apartment complex so it was a pretty dreadful ride back to her apartment. Miguel teased the girl the entire way back.

Throwing herself onto her couch groaning, yns phone chimed. Flipping onto her back she opened her messages and smiled. It was a mirror selfie of Robby in a towel, fresh out of the shower with a message reading. 'My place next time.' She giggled and responded. 'Oh so there's a next time?'

Shutting her phone off, she relaxed into her couch before dozing off for the night.