On My Shawn Hatosy BS

Basically just smut.

This is for my readers who like men, you poor things ;)

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who checks in on you far too often at work because, for no reason other than that he thinks you’re cute, he’s taken a liking to you. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who places his hand on the small of your back while he reaches for a chart or around a patient- but neither of you says a word because he’s your boss, and if you acknowledge it, it means something. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who calls you sweetheart when he thanks you for updating him on patients. Thank you, sweetheart. That’s great, sweetheart. Pass me those meds, sweetheart. See you tomorrow, sweetheart. And no one ever brings it up.

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who hears your landlord won’t be renewing your lease- offers you his house while he’s on sabbatical. The idea of you sleeping in his bed drives him wild. The thought of you being in tiny shorts at night, or even naked, makes him harder than it should. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who invites you to look at his place before he leaves, making sure it’s comfortable enough for you. It’s perfect, thanks, Doctor Robby. You tell him, and he smiles like an idiot thinking about you being all domesticated in his house for the next three months. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who stares too long when you sit on his bed, bouncing to test out the comfort of his mattress. He watches the way your breasts bounce with the subtle movements and imagines what they would look like while he fucks you. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who considers staying home just so he can live with you instead, but settles for texting you every day while he’s away. Smiling when you send him a picture of the new leaf that's grown on his monstera plant that was close to death when you arrived. But you nursed it back to health, and now it’s thriving. Because you’re just the best nurse he’s ever met. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who sends you a picture of every pretty sunset he sees on his rides, because they remind him of you. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who asks what you’re doing one night and when you send him a picture of your legs in bed, you don’t realise he can see your reflection in the TV, and he zooms in to see your bare breasts on display. He finds the nearest restroom and fists his cock so hard he cums all over himself like a horny teen. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who thinks about you naked in his bed so often he has to continuously find places to stop on his trip so he can touch himself. He thinks about you touching yourself, all spread out and dripping in his bed. Because you wouldn’t go three months without making yourself cum, right? 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who sends you a picture of his dripping cock and says it's an accident, and dies a little inside when you send him back one of your breasts, begging for his cum all over them. He’s been flirting with you the entire time you’ve worked at PTMC, and you’ve just been waiting for the right moment. Now seems as good a time as any. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who calls you and begs you to touch yourself for him. Rub that pretty cunt for me, baby girl. Let me hear you. You moan into the phone as you stuff yourself full of your fingers, wishing it were his thick fingers instead. Wish I could taste you, sweetheart. Stroking his dick to your pathetic little whines. Cum for daddy, I know you need it. I can hear how needy you are.

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who continues to call you every night, making sure you go to sleep nice and satisfied. He texts you while you’re at work, begging you to go to the bathroom and show him your soaked underwear so he has something to get him through the day. You’re running out of excuses to sneak off, but you do it anyway, for him. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who ends his sabbatical early to come home and find you in his bed. Who crawls onto the bed and wakes you with gentle kisses, rubbing his beard against your face. He kisses you until you’re whimpering against his mouth, and then he drags his tongue down your body, pushing your legs apart and sliding his tongue into your already dripping folds. Knew you’d taste like heaven. He makes you scream, holds your shaking legs open until you're squirting in his mouth. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who wouldn’t even give you time to breathe before he’s stuffing you full of his fat cock, moaning as he rocks against you. He’s loud when he fucks, and you love it so much. You drag your nails down his back, and hold his ass close as he pounds into you; the sound of your wetness against him is almost pornographic. Waited years for this he tells you, as you come all over his cock.

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who rolls you into every different position he can until he’s sweating, his eyes closed as he tries to hold off as long as he can. But as he rocks against your ass, your face pressed into the mattress as you cum over and over again, he can’t hold back, and he grunts loudly as he pounds into you, spurting his load deep in your puffy pussy. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who keeps his cock inside of you for as long as he can, rocking slowly until you’ve milked him of everything he has, keeping you plugged in the hope that nothing escapes and in a few months you’ll be all swollen and full of his baby. 

Dr Michael ‘Robby’ Robinavitch- who is a dirty old perv when it comes to you, his favourite little nurse.

summary ☼︎ after getting cheated on and treated as if he was terrible in bed, your boyfriend sammy has no idea just how good he always makes you feel. how do you remedy that? by having him tell you how good he is while you ride him of course!

cw ☼︎ afab!reader, talks of insecurities/infidelity, established relationship, reassurance af! dry humping for like a second, kissing :3, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie heals all

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the first time you and sammy had sex, you thought him asking you "that feel good?" or "is this okay?" repeatedly was just him learning your body. but at three months into the relationship and he's still acting surprised you even want to be intimate with him, you know it's more than that.

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Singing karaoke with Trinity and Mel, except it’s “Don’t Cha?” by The Pussycat Dolls and you’ve all somehow convinced a bunch of others from the E.R. to come have a drink, including Jack and Robby (I can’t quite see Robby at a karaoke bar, but I also can’t imagine Jack going somewhere like that without making Robby tag along, so here we are. 😂) And when it’s your turn to sing, you do a kind of burlesque type thing where you have fun with it and teasingly strip your jacket off and spin it around in the air. You toss it jokingly to Dennis offstage and wink. Jack and Robby are at the bar, and Jack is just drinking you the fuck innn. Beer? Whiskey? Fuck the alcohol. Who needs it when he has you, in front of him, swaying your hips and shaking your ass like there isn’t an entire bar of people with eyes on you? He just wants that sweet ass in those jeans on a platter in front of him, and he’ll die a happy man. There is, however; too many eyes for Jack’s liking.

Don’t get him wrong, he wants to watch you. He could watch you do this alllll night long. You’re so carefree and effortlessly sexy in the way you move, and sing, and laugh. It’s just that he wants to be the only one watching you. He wants you to dance like this for him naked, and at his place. Did it make him feel like a little bit of a gross, old man? Sure. But if he’s got you - in nothing but his old college T-shirt to wake up to every god given morning - people can think whatever bullshit they want. Fuck ‘em. Yeah, maybe he can be a little gross. He’s daydreamed a time or two about you meanly shoving your panties in his mouth as you bounce up and down on his cock. And yeah, he’s older than you. But that just means he knows how to fuck you better than any guy your age ever could.

his chest, his arms, his smirk, AND THE HAIR- IM DROOLING

Just thinking about you casually suggesting a quickie during a particularly long shift with Brendon because you could both use the stress reliever, but you don't think he'll take the suggestion seriously.

Just to find yourself behind a curtain minutes later, your back against the wall, his hand over your mouth and quietly grunting in your ear while he ruts into you and-

spending the whole day on the beach, walking to collect shells & watching him literally throw his body into waves from the shoreline. whenever he comes back to sit with you he always stands over you and hooks a finger in your bikini top to catch a glimpse of you. blushing red and smiling with his teeth when you gasp and playfully push his hand away 👙☀️

when you get back to your hotel, you shower together, “conserves water babydoll, hop in” he teases. hugging under the warm water, kissing at the skin of his shoulder as his big arms hold you to him.

when it, naturally, gets a little handsy, sammy is acting suuuper coy, “excuse me young lady, i’m trying to shower here!” stepping in front of the stream to soap up his chest, your chest to his back.

running your hands across his chest and tummy, eventually taking a soapy palm to his cock. his knees buckling and his hands grasping to touch you behind his back, he lifts an arm up to tuck your pretty head against the side of his chest. teeth biting at his bottom lip, “fuuuu-fuuuck”

He’s waking you up in the middle of the night cause he got a call from one of his brothers, turning your body by your shoulders and whispering a soft “love you” against your lips before pecking them and leaving.

Or everyone will be in the truck ready to go, but he’s cursing, throwing it into park and running inside, leaving the door open and dinging while Deran lets out a “what the fuck man” under his breath. Popes running through the house finding you faced towards the sink and he comes up behind you, moving your face gently to kiss you and running back to the truck, leaving you giggling and shaking your head.

your boyfriend has been acting weird all night.

you and andrew have been dating for a few months now, and now that tonight is your three month anniversary, he decided to take you on a date to the nicest, most expensive restaurant in town. you were ecstatic, but he’s been acting… off.

at first you brush it off, telling yourself he’s always been a little odd, a little skittish at times. maybe he’s just in a weird mood today. but when he seems fidgety the whole time you’re at dinner, you decide it’s enough. so, now that the two of you are in the driveway, finally home, you speak up.

“andrew, what’s going on?”

that takes his attention off the steering wheel for a moment, his head snapping up to look at you. “w… what are you talking about?”

you sigh, “please, you know what i’m talking about. you’ve been acting so weird all day, did i do something?”

he furrows his eyebrows, “no, you… you didn’t do anything.” despite what he says, his eyes flit over your face anxiously. it’s bothering you.

“you promise?” your hand extends out to him, holding up your pinky finger for him to link with his.

“i promise,” he agrees, but you notice he’s not looking you in the eye. instead, his eyes are all over you. your bare thighs, the “A” initial necklace hanging low over your chest, the way your dress bunches at your waist. he wants you bad, and you start to realize what’s going on.

the two of you have been dating for four months now, but you’ve never done anything past heavy makeout sessions, which happen a lot. he’s so respectful, he’s been waiting for you to approach it, but he’s really starting to get pent up.

your face softens, “oh, andy… do you want a kiss?”

his eyes widen, but he immediately agrees. “yeah, i do. please.”

he says please so nicely, you can’t possibly deny him, can you? you place your hands on the sides of his face and bring your lips to his so gently that he practically melts.

for a while, it stays like that. just soft, slow kisses that melt his brain. but as you go on, the kisses get deeper, heavier, to the point where he’s holding your waist so tightly his fingers are leaving dents in the fabric of your dress. poor thing is trying so hard to hold back.

you pull away, but just barely. you keep him close enough that you’re whispering into his mouth, you can feel his warm breath on your face. “do you want me closer, andy?”

andrew is in awe. he just… stares at you for a moment, poor thing is so needy for you. “i do, i really do…”

smiling, you crawl into his lap, feeling how hard he is beneath you. you coo at him, “oh, baby, it’s okay… you need me, don’t you?” he doesn’t respond, so you take it as your cue to keep going. “it’s okay. i’ll help.”

soon enough, your mouth is back on his, your hips pressing into his as well. he’s kissing you deeper now, moaning high and loud into your mouth. it’s sloppy and heavy and warm and it’s everything he needs. when you start to grind down into him, that’s when he loses it.

he whines, actually whines. a sound you’ve never heard from him before. his hands tighten in your hair, anchoring you to him. you smile, “does that feel good, baby?”

“mhm. r-really good.” he nods dumbly at your question, his eyes wide and clouded. you can feel him leaking through his jeans, and you know he’s already getting close. you can’t blame him though, really, you’ve been wanting this just as much.

you bring your lips to his ear, “are you close? it’s okay if you are, i know it feels good…”

he nods again, faster this time. “yeah, yeah, i’m… god, angel, please…”

you grind deeper into him now, to the point where he’s practically fucking you through his jeans. your dress and panties are soaked by now, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t feel good. “c’mon, andy, wanna hear you…”

that pushes him over the edge. he groans loud into your neck, spilling into his boxers. his fingers dig into your back, holding you as close as possible. he keeps whining for a few seconds, coming down from the high, until eventually he’s just a shaking mess in your arms. you rub his back comfortingly, “awh, it’s okay, andy… you did good, you did so good… felt nice, didn’t it…?”

he doesn’t reply, too overstimulated to speak, but he nods weakly against your skin. he’s so tired, you know you should probably take him into the house. you tap his shoulder, “think you can get up? we should go get you cleaned up…”

he listens well, kissing your neck before getting out of the car on shaky legs. as soon as you’re next to him again, he grabs hold of your waist, keeping you as close as possible. once he’s calmed down, he’s definitely returning the favor.

…sammy coming home late at night…

cw: smut | 18+, xfem!reader, 660 words, light somno [dry humping], nicknames [honey, angel]

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Sammy hated getting home late, but not at all for the reasons he used to. Tammi used to hound him when he’d come back home later than the time he told her. Now instead he usually comes home to you waiting up on him excited to hear about his shift and give him sweet kisses as your fingers rake through his auburn curls.