santos gossiping with princess, planning javadi’s 21st birthday, wifed up, besties with whitaker while langdon is bitchless and no longer robby’s favorite son #santoshiveup

THE PITT 2.02 – 8:00 A.M.

Monkey Bars and Hospital Beds

Michael Robinavitch x Reader

CW: Nothing much really. Probably some medical inaccuracy. Some slight angst but mainly some great family time fluff. 

Summary: Your son gets hurt at the park so you have to bring your family over to PTMC to see their dad.

WC: 1193

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That guy hitting on Mel was crazy bc how u gonna open with "haha yea u remind me of my dead mom :) wanna get boba"

Let Me Love You

Robby is busy. For all of his fifty years alive, he’s been busy and stressed. What he doesn’t need, is a little young thing like you stressing him out even more. 

Robby with a spouse that works in the ER with him. And so when you do something risky with a patient your first thought is “Robby’s gonna hateeeee me.” And he does in-fact call you out on it but you guys have angry sex ‘bout it later.

victoria overworking herself to avoid her parents. victoria arguing with her mom in the emergency department and this looking like a consistent pattern. victoria cementing herself in emergency medicine partly to spite her mom. victoria working on her birthday on purpose. dr. shamsi bringing robby into this whole debate. oh i cannot WAIT to see where this mess goes.

◜ ⟣𓂃． ꒰ 宿儺 ꒱ heian!sukuna making his maid bathe him ‧ ✧ ◞

𝓬ontains. explicit sexual content, true form!sukuna, power imbalance/worship kink/service kink, degradation, fingering, spitting, choking (light), rough sex, throat-fucking, slight dubcon, fear-based obedience, dacryphilia, humiliation kink, orgasm denial if you squint.

you’re pulled from your duties with no warning. one of the junior girls rushes into the hallway near the washing basin, whispering your name like she’s afraid it’ll echo too loud, like she might be punished just for being the messenger. “he’s asked for you,” she says, voice low and fast, eyes already flicking past your shoulder like she doesn’t want to be seen near you when you go. she doesn’t wait to see how you respond.

you don’t ask for clarification. there’s no need.

you set the basin down, smooth your hands along your skirt to steady them, and start walking.

the halls to his wing are colder than they should be. quiet, too—no servants, no footsteps. just your own breath and the way the flickering lanterns seem to pull back from the walls like they’re afraid to light the path too clearly. the further you walk, the more the estate begins to feel like something ancient and alive. you don’t know if that’s his presence or just what happens to any room that holds him too long.

Sukuna redraw jumpscare. I want him dead🥀

Sorry for the sudden jjk content.. I am getting back to my roots apparently. The new season is so beautifully drawn and colored, I just had to give my respect for the staff through this fanart. Can't wait to watch the rest of the season!! :]]

#angels convention

back again Hi

Let’s think about reader who is pissed that Robby is going on a 3 month sabbatical (okay) on his fuckass motorcycle (not okay).

You know he needs the space and peace of escaping Pittsburgh to heal after everything he’s been through. He deserves it, but you can’t be there with him. You don’t have the privilege of cashing in three months of vacation with your brand new attending job. He offers to pay for your plane ticket to meet him wherever he ends up for a couple of weekends.

But you’re worried that your presence might interrupt his healing. He’s running from home, and that includes you, right? That’s what you said to him through watery eyes the night before he was supposed to leave, before his last shift that might actually be his last if he doesn’t wear that damn helmet. He’s so taken aback by your words, realizing how his plan to heal is going to hurt you, that he doesn’t stop you when you leave an hour early for the night shift.

What you didn’t expect, though, was for Robby to show up at home the next evening when his shift is over (when he was supposed to grab his backpack, kiss you, and leave) with a baby in his arms. No helmet, but also no motorcycle. Someone drove him home. He holds the baby close, bouncing her gently to soothe, and there’s something painfully wrecked in his expression. You want to ask questions but there are too many rattling your brain. The only thing that comes out of his mouth, to accompany the tears in his eyes, is “Someone left her. I can’t leave her alone.” And you know deep down that he wasn’t just talking about the baby.

Robby does not end up leaving for his 3 month sabbatical (good) on his fuckass motorcycle (even better).

(full fic about this idea) reader who’s kinda like emma nolan and you're a very sweet new nurse that dana immediately loves and she notices that robby is looking at you a little too long.

and she clocks it before he can even speak to you. “nuh uh, robby. not this one.”

and he’s like “what are talking about? i didn’t even—“

“i know you. and i need you to leave this girl alone. i don’t want you corrupting her mind.”

and he pretends like this hasn’t happened before and tells her he wasn’t gonna try anything in the first place. but he was, and he goes against dana’s wishes. gets you wrapped around his finger and then ruins you.

on the go

doctor michael 'robby' robinavitch

the pitt | 2.02

. ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ 18+ | suguru fucking you nice ‘n slow in a mating press

“mhmm, right there, sweet girl?” suguru practically purrs, violet hues glued to your face to watch every contortion of your expression with each deep stroke of his cock into your plush walls moulded to him.

and when he sees the way your eyes roll back slightly and your lips part to release a soft gasp of his name, he knows that he’s hitting each sweet spot so perfectly inside you. he’s worshipped you enough to map them out.

his hands are braced on either side of your head, holding himself up so that he can stare at you while he has your legs thrown over his broad shoulders, his long hair falling over his face and shadowing his features.

you reach up with shaky hands to brush his hair back. to see him in all his beauty.

and he’s just so damn pretty. there’s desperation and adoration etched into every beautiful feature of his face, his eyes a constellation of love and desire twinkling in his irises. from his gaze alone, you know that he truly does love you more than all the stars in the sky. holding a galaxy in his eyes that you can’t help but get sucked into.

he continues his slow thrusts, steady and gentle. his tip tenderly grazes along every inch of your walls and he moans softly as you contract around him and suck him in deeper. his eyes briefly flutter shut before he opens them again to stare at you like he can’t take his eyes off you for a second.

“god, you feel incredible… clenching around me so perfectly,” he all but coos, voice dropping to a whisper. every word that drips from his lips is honeyed with reverence. “my perfect girl, look at you. does it feel good, my love?” he knows it does from watching your face, but he wants to hear you say it.

“so, so good, sugu,” you babble, overwhelmed with pleasure in the best way possible. your pussy gripping him tightly like it doesn’t want him to ever pull out, coating him in your slick. “don’t want you to stop.”

he gives you a sweet smile like he isn’t buried to the hilt inside you, leaning down to kiss your forehead before pulling back slightly to be face to face with you again.

his soft lips brush against yours as he whispers praises into your mouth. not necessarily kissing, but ghosting against your lips in a way that shows you just how desperate he is to have every inch of his skin pressed against yours.

he breathes groans against your lips, rolling his hips into yours continuously, though never changing the pace. slowly turning your mind thoughtless and all your senses becoming consumed by him.

your thighs shake on either side of his head when the blushing head of his cock nudges that sensitive spot inside you, your eyes involuntarily falling shut from the pure ecstasy he thrusts into you, shooting up your spine and coursing through your body.

but he takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger, wanting you to look at him again.

“hey, i need those pretty eyes on me. please look at me, my love,” he sounds urgent, like he can’t bear having you look away from him for a second.

after a few moments, you force your eyes open and your breath catches in your throat at the sight of him.

you’ve never seen or heard him like this. yearning, craving, aching all for you. so pussy drunk. like he’s addicted to you and addicted to making you feel good. he could spend hours like this if it meant bringing you pleasure.

he groans when he feels you tighten around him and drip all over his cock, only making the rocking of his hips into yours smoother. a quiet sloshing complements each gentle thrust into your wet heat, your cunt leaking all over him more and more each time the thickness of his dick drags in and out of you.

your stomach tenses and convulses. sweat leaving a glistening sheen on both his and your bodies. he looks like he’s glowing in the moonlight that drifts through the window, caressing his naked body and ruffling through his midnight locks.

as his hips rock into yours steadily, reaching deeper and drawing your eyes back into your skull, he lowers his body onto yours. tilting his head to trail soft kisses down your neck, feeling your quickened pulse under his lips and hearing the way your breath hitches before a pitched moan escapes you.

you cling to him, holding onto his tensing biceps like he’s your anchor, holding you through every wave of bliss that washes over you.

“that’s it, i’ve got you. just feel it all, okay? you’re taking me so well, sweet girl,” he hums low in your ear, kissing the spot just below it.

“hey!” robby barks at a first year resident. “what did you just say to her?”

“robby, it’s fine—“ it’s far from fine, but the murderous look he’s giving the resident makes you want to diffuse the situation.

“what? you don’t want to repeat it to an attending?” robby presses, the intern looking like a deer in headlights. “if you wouldn’t say it to me, what makes you think you can say it to her? she’s a damn good doctor and you’ve still got a lot to learn, kid. word of advice, listen to your fucking superior when she tells you to do something.”

with that, robby removes himself from the situation and leaves you with the intern he just blasted in front of everybody.

“just follow instructions next time and you’ll be fine,” you pat the first year on the shoulder. “just a learning curve. take a break.”

you dismiss the resident before finding robby at the coffee machine. there’s eyes on the two of you and you choose your next words carefully.

“i don’t need your help.”

“i know.”

“i’m serious, robby,” you keep your voice down. “i appreciate the support, but how am i gonna build a relationship with these kids if you look like you wanna kill them every time they challenge something i say? it’s my last year of residency, i gotta be prepared for what’s next.”

robby doesn’t look at you as he stirs his coffee.

“robby.”

“i hear you,” he says. “won’t happen again.”

you roll your eyes at his blunt tone and leave to check on your patient. robby watches you leave, an amused smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“you know, gloria is gonna have something to say if you keep making it obvious you want that girl.” dana comments, not looking up from the chart she’s looking at.

“i appreciate the concern, dana.”

“you didn’t deny it.” she gives him a look.

robby responds, “nothing to deny, dana.”

dana chuckles with a shake of her head.