pairing : Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Reader (established marriage)

summary: Myrna’s being Myrna. Somewhere between the chaos, you and Robby manage to come up for air.

warnings/content: Fluff, Hospital setting, strong language, married intimacy, mild sexual tension(?), bodily fluids (mentioned), chaotic workplace dynamics, Myrna.

word count: 1,767, not beta read.

a/n: I’ve written so much smut and angst lately… felt like I needed a fluff filler. Honestly, with everything Robby’s been through too—he deserves one just as much as I do.

SPECIAL TREATMENT

─ Dr. Michael "Robby" Robinavitch x fem! reader || WC: 1.2k

Hi. I honestly don't know what this is. It came to me in a dream after I yapped with @superhoeva in the DMS, and now she's tormenting me to keep writing for Mista Dr. Robby. Now I'm sucked into this world that I didn't even know existed lmao. Anywho, walk with me for a second here, let me cook! Reblogs, comments, and likes are greatly appreciated. Proofread by moi. <3

It all started with two simple words.

“Good job.”

Seven letters. One singular statement. A term of encouragement familiar to practitioners all over the Pitt, and of course it’s not unknown to you. Always said in recognition of one’s efforts, and in this family you’ve meshed with in the emergency department, it went a long way to hear that phrase after the intense shifts you all had to handle.

Though with Dr. Robby, it had a second meaning.

How I feel after crying over a literal x reader fanfic

im not embarrassed. ff writers are amazing. its great content and gets me in my feels

I have to admit it… I just yesterday watched Kraven🙈

I had been procrastinating it for some reason but I watched it on my flight home from vacation last night. I was giggling and kicking my feet the whole time. He’s so fine🥵

You Ready, Mrs. Powell

Summary: There's not really much of one. This is sort of a long drabble or short one shot about what it would be like to be the one walking down the aisle to Glen.

Warnings: None. This is just fluff.

Word Count: 1,106

A/N: Here's a little something I wrote after all the Glen wedding content we got last weekend. I know it's not a full wedding fic. But there will be at least one wedding (if not two 😉) coming up in some of my other writing soon so I don't want to burn myself out on weddings too much. Hope you guys enjoy this! xx

Summary: When Kraven is alone in nature, his mind drifts to the woman who he loves. fem!reader, sexual references

Word count: 418

The humidity of the clammy jungle sent moisture transpiring through Kraven’s hair, his curls spiralling and sticking to the frame of his face. He blew upwards, an irritable attempt to fan away the obstacle his locks had proven to become.

Kraven had been traversing the path that the vines had led him down for quite some time now, his line of sight growing narrow by the second. He was on the hunt, sharpening his skills, albeit at a sluggish pace. His heart wasn’t really in it, not like how it usually is, and his mind—that was elsewhere, too.

With a sharp breath, Kraven planted his hooked stick down to the ground and squatted by a fallen tree trunk to rest for a moment. His calloused hand went to scratch his overgrown beard, and found itself travelling down south to his neck, which bore swollen red bruises that to the unknowing eye would seem like he found himself in a losing battle with a rather persistent leech. Kraven knew better though, as he smirked to himself with an air of mischief, reminiscing on the remnants of the previous night. Your hands grasping the back of his sizeable neck as he peppered soft yet needy kisses across your collarbones, his own hands squeezing the flesh of your thighs, a gentle reminder to your oath to him as not just any lover, but the one he calls his.

In present, Kraven licked his thirsting lips to cool him down, swatting away the pesky thoughts. He missed you—greatly.

He had left you this morning while you laid slumbering still in bed, wrecked and worn from the escapades of the previous night. Kraven adored waking before you, sniffing your skin and smelling his own scent intertwined with yours. Your body, so much smaller than his, would subconsciously mould to his form in your sleep, as if even by nature you were never meant to be apart: two instinctual soulmates.

Unfortunately, he hated leaving you even more, especially without saying good morning. His heart would ache at the feeling of being away from you, though he had always ensured your safety confined in his home. He could smell your fear from miles away, but right now all that was in the air was your sleepy and satiated contentment, which brought him a restful consolation.

With an assured nod of his head, he lifted himself up and continued with his hunt.

He would be returning soon, for he missed his lover so sorely.

It started at the nurses’ station.

You were finishing up notes from a back-to-back shift, hair a mess, sleeves rolled, running purely on caffeine and spite. You barely registered the med student who leaned in a little too close—Jackson, of course. Jackson, who everyone knew had barely scraped through med school with a transcript that looked like a cry for help and a reputation for quoting his frat days like gospel. Jackson, who thought calling women 'Doc' in a tone meant to charm was somehow endearing. So, yeah. Not a great dude, to say the absolute least.

"Hey, Dr. L/N," Jackson said with that ever-present grin, leaning just a little too close. "You, uh... ever take pity on exhausted interns and grab a drink after shift?"

You gave a polite smile. "I’m not really a spirits person, but thanks."

Jackson blinked. "Huh?"

"You said drink, right? I’m more of a coffee or tea girl. Caffeine over cocktails."

He opened his mouth like he was going to try again, but you were already turning back to your chart.

"Good luck today!" you said cheerfully, not noticing the groan from your colleagues. Just around the corner, Mateo muttered to Javadi, "That’s the fourth time this week. It’s painful, man."

Javadi sipped her carton of apple juice with focused precision, attention directed solely on your ability to brush off such obvious advances without it getting in the way of your work. "Seventh, actually. If you count the half-made attempt on Monday. She's bulletproof."

"Try Jackson-proof," Mateo scoffed.

It started at the nurses’ station.

You were finishing up notes from a back-to-back shift, hair a mess, sleeves rolled, running purely on caffeine and spite. You barely registered the med student who leaned in a little too close—Jackson, of course. Jackson, who everyone knew had barely scraped through med school with a transcript that looked like a cry for help and a reputation for quoting his frat days like gospel. Jackson, who thought calling women 'Doc' in a tone meant to charm was somehow endearing. So, yeah. Not a great dude, to say the absolute least.

"Hey, Dr. L/N," Jackson said with that ever-present grin, leaning just a little too close. "You, uh... ever take pity on exhausted interns and grab a drink after shift?"

You gave a polite smile. "I’m not really a spirits person, but thanks."

Jackson blinked. "Huh?"

"You said drink, right? I’m more of a coffee or tea girl. Caffeine over cocktails."

He opened his mouth like he was going to try again, but you were already turning back to your chart.

"Good luck today!" you said cheerfully, not noticing the groan from your colleagues. Just around the corner, Mateo muttered to Javadi, "That’s the fourth time this week. It’s painful, man."

Javadi sipped her carton of apple juice with focused precision, attention directed solely on your ability to brush off such obvious advances without it getting in the way of your work. "Seventh, actually. If you count the half-made attempt on Monday. She's bulletproof."

"Try Jackson-proof," Mateo scoffed.

Brought it up so naturally had to go find video of it you're welcome! Twisters summer was the best!

The smarter and weirder she is the more brains you have to fuck out.

Aww I love this

pairing : dr. jack abbot x reader x dr. michael "robby" robinavitch

summary : You told yourself you were just taking your time. Just late for a blind date Samira set up. But the truth is, you stayed behind on purpose. You listened to their voices. You waited. You weren’t supposed to want this—not from them. But you've been holding it in for too long. And they’ve been watching you just as closely. INSPIRED BY PREVIEW FOR NEXT WEEK'S EPISODE.

warnings/content : Threesome (M/F/M). Vaginal and oral sex (f. receiving). Set in a hospital locker room. Praise, light power dynamics, subtle possessiveness. Emotionally restrained men. No m/m interaction. No protection used. Yeah really no plot just filth

word count : 4,672

18+ ONLY, not beta read. Please read responsibly.

@mynameismckenziemae you might like this one…….

🥵 🫠 😮‍💨

I’ll have what she’s having please.

IM GONNA SAY IT

ALL FANFIC WRITERS ARE VALID FOR SPENDING SO MUCH TIME, CREATIVITY, AND EFFORT INTO THEIR CRAFT!! THANK YOU FOR SUPPLYING US WITH ENTERTAINMENT AND MORE CONTENT OF THE CHARACTERS WE LOVE! I HAVE A LOT OF FEELINGS AND THEYRE ALL LOVE FOR YOU!! GO SHOW YOUR FAVORITE WRITERS SOME LOVE!!

No life? No job? No friends? No maidens, anon? That’s what I thought.

Go fuck yourself❤️