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Dani. born in the 20th century is all you need to know I post whatever I want no set theme, mostly reblogging my current hyperfixation. I am old enough to rent a car, so if you are not 18+ please don't interact. NSFW stuff may be posted

[arigatopuppy]

Formerly a manic pixie dream girl,

now just a neurodivergent girlfailure

Pisces ☀️ Aquarius 🌜Aquarius ⬆️

I'm friendly and supportive of all types of people.

I just wanna be friends with everyone and have people like me while I try to learn to like myself.

I don't bite.

I reblog alot of things and I have so many things queued so be prepared.

[fandomunite2107]

Running Warm ♥️

Summary: The reader, who is in a relationship with Robby and Jack, has a decent amount of body heat.

Robby is sweating through his shirt that he has on. You are tucked into his side with your arm draped across his chest. You’re like a human furnace.

“Jesus Christ.” Robby isn’t going to get any sleep like this. He moves you toward the middle of the bed and he sits up to take his shirt off. When he lays back down he waits for you to roll back over to him, but after a moment nothing happens. He looks over and sees that you have attached yourself to Jack.

Robby knows that Jack isn’t asleep just yet. “Seriously!?” He whispers across the bed.

“She came over to me.” Jack whispers back.

“I rolled her over for a moment. I had to take my shirt off. She’s like a hundred degrees. Give her back.”

“No.”

“No? Really?!”

“What’s going on?” Your voice thick with sleep.

Jack holds you a bit tighter. “Nothing, angel. Robby was just getting too warm and complaining.”

Robby gives Jack the middle finger before looking at you. “You’re like a heating pad. I just had to take my shirt off.”

“Sorry. I know I run hot. Maybe we shouldn’t all sleep in one bed.”

“No.” Both men reply at the same time.

“We’ll just get a fan in here and set the thermostat lower.” Jack says as he brushes some hair from your face.

“Maybe we sleep with a little less clothing too.” Robby says as he pulls his sweatpants off.

You nod. “That might make it better.”

“Yeah? You think that might help?” Robby asks. “Think maybe for tonight we shed some clothes?”

You nod. Jack lifts your shirt up and tosses it to the side before doing the same for himself. Robby slides your underwear off you, before pulling you flush to his chest. The blankets and sheets kicked down towards the end of the bed.

“How are you still this warm?” Robby says after a minute of having you up against him.

You shrug still in his hold.

“If I’m going to sweat in bed I’m going to enjoy it.” Robby starts kissing your neck and rolling you towards him so that you face him. The kisses become more desperate and needy.

Eventually, Robby positions you so that you’re facing Jack and your back is pressed against his chest. Jack moves closer to the both of you, laying on his side. He brings his hand to your face as he kisses you. Robby moves your thighs apart as you’re kissing Jack. He presses his erection into your entrance causing you to moan into Jack’s mouth. Robby slides the rest of the way in with a particularly quick thrust, causing all three of you to moan.

Time slips away as you go between both men. Eventually, everyone is lying among twisted sheets with a layer of sweat on their body. Robby reaches for the glass of water that is on his nightstand. Jack reaches for his phone and unplugs it. You’re content to just lay between them in the middle of the king bed.

“The cooling sheets will be here tomorrow morning.” Jack says as he plugs his phone back into the charger and lays it on the nightstand.

“I’ll bring my tower fan from my place over.” Robby says before leaning over to kiss you.

“Just snuggle with me tonight sweetheart, since Robby gets too warm.” Jack pulls you towards his side a bit more and kisses your forehead.

Robby just responds with a middle finger in the air as he goes to turn off the lamp.

[unc-peepaw]

The hottest scene ever

How to be Amy

[bodeckerhedron]

NOAH WYLE as JOHN CARTER

➤• ER (1994-2009)

[pixie-000]

can i please request dennis whitaker cg headcannons

Cg!Dennis Whitaker headcannons 𓇢𓆸

Warnings: none/not proof read

Master list 𐙚

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* biggest sucker for his baby he would do anything for them there is no stern Dennis

* You have a lot of farm animals as toys, you have a little barn for them as well and Dennis will 100% play farmer with you even if you don’t ask

* Tummy rubs. Especially after your night time bottle he will not have a fussy baby before bed

* Anything that has a naturally pouty look means you will point and compare it to your daddy and he can’t even deny it

* Trinity is your babysitter even though he knows you two get into a lot of trouble when he’s away

* Let’s you help him get ready especially because he’s gone all day and you struggle without him sometimes so he wants you around him as much as possible

* He is a big baby talker, he will admit at first he was a bit embarrassed baby talking you in front of others (Trinity) but it didn’t take long for that to go away especially after he realizes how responsive you are to his baby talk

* He has full conversations with you even if your in baby space and just sit there and listen, you have all the hot gossip from work

* He’s always losing your pacis and bottles he doesn’t know where the hell he puts them but it is a constant household issue

* He lets you all up in his space especially at night, you will climb all in his space he could be in his boxers and a t-shirt half passed out from his shift you will be on top of him and bothering him until he gives you attention or puts you down for bed

* I know how I said there was no stern Dennis and that’s because if he says no you immediately go to Trinity for what he said no to and since you aren’t her little she will give it to you

* Kisses, he gives you so many kisses especially if you not feeling good he kisses it all better and even sneaks some raspberries on your tummy if your upset it’s the quickest way to fix a fussy baby

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I do not consent to NSFW interactions 𑣲

[loveyladyfingers07]

[flutterbvnny]

it must feel really awesome to grind against someone’s boot and feel your tears making a wet patch where your face is pressed against their pant leg

[arigatopuppy]

okay...

but like....this but with Sammy in his patrol uniform?

there would be multiple wet patches is all I'm gonna say.

@champagneholland

[dirtygir1]

Pope x plus size!reader

Reader mentions something about being fat or big Pope is like uhhh yea I know 😐 why do you think I lift weights

Reader is taken aback (obvi) but mentions something ab him not being able to lift her so Pope then fucks reader while holding her up 😋😋😋 he ofc has to mention “I told you I don’t lift weight for nothing”

this is so so so true i was talking ab this somewhere more private, but like literally Pope is so built (and also, canonically 6’ i’m pretty sure) that he can genuinely hold any woman he’s dating up while fucking them. no matter the weight. and it’s hot.

(i am not plus sized. so forgive me if something i write is offensive or too much, bc it’s not my experience to have. but i love fat women. tell me if something comes off as odd and i’ll delete it.)

he already works out like he’s training for war. and when he’s really into it he’ll be like “lemme bench press you.” “What did you just say to me Andrew.”

and also like let me get this out the way, and i don’t mean to say this so vulgar. but Pope LOVES a bitch with meat on her bones. cmon. loves a belly, ok? it’s fucking hot.

loves big beautiful titties with huge areolas. loves love handles, loves stretch marks, cellulite. he loves it all he’s hungry. he’s salivating.

he sees you in your little hip hugger or boy short panties and sees where your thighs bust out and genuinely short circuits. (@groovyangelkisses since you’ve posted this it’s been in the back of my mind btw.)

but as i was saying, yeah he wouldn’t take that talking down shit. “think i’m gonna wear a jacket..” you’re looking at your two piece baby blue skirt set in the mirror, a little pout on ur face. “why? it’s so hot out.” “yeah but..i dunno. you can see my love handles.” and he’s like “??? yeah?? so?? get your shoes on.” out one ear.

doing that thing before bed, looking at yourself in the mirror while you’re in a shirt and panties. he’s watching from the bed, eyes low and dark on you. licking his lips and shit as his eyes scan your body. “Andy, do i look like i’ve gained weight?” he knows this trick. “no, baby.”

you look back at him, holding your hands in front of you, “do you think i look fat?” he knows this trick too, but it’s far behind him. you see the look in his eyes. “…yeah.” “does that detour you? am i ever too heavy?” “never too heavy baby. i lift more than you. i can handle it.”

[theres-a-tvjoe]

Fic something something about married rabbot when Robby reads Jack’s letter to Raymond Orser’s family

Something something sister is like ‘this dr abbot, is he - is he kind? Was he gentle with Raymond when he passed’

Something something Robby holding back tears being like ‘he’s uh, he’s actually my husband. I promise you Raymond was never alone, not for a moment. Jack would’ve been with him until the very end, making sure he knew he wasn’t alone.’

Do I write it

[theres-a-tvjoe]

OKAY I WROTE IT HERE YOU GO AHHHH

———

“You have my heartfelt condolences. Jack Abbot.”

Robby’s words hang softly in the air, grief like heavy snow between him and Raymond Orser’s sister.

She takes a shaking inhale, chin wobbling as she stares at her brother.

No matter how many times Robby does this, it never gets easier. Turns out shattering someone’s world as gently as you can is still smashing it to pieces.

He had sent Jack home with a soft kiss, thumb gently brushing over his exhausted husband’s cheek as he promised to deliver the letter. His heart ached for Jack, knowing he fought with everything he had to save the man now lying still on the gurney. He knows Jack will carry this like a thousand pound weight.

“Will you sit with me,” Fiona asks, voice trembling. “Just - just for a minute.”

Robby nods, wordlessly bringing the rolling stool next to the chair by the gurney.

He tucks the letter carefully back into the envelope, knowing a piece of Jack is going with it. He hands it to Fiona.

“Do you know him?” She sniffs, looking down at the letter. “The doctor who wrote this? Dr. Abbot?”

“I do,” Robby says softly.

“Did he really try?” She asks, voice breaking. She looks at him, eyes red and welling. “Did he really do everything he could?”

Robby nods a little, letting out a breath. He gets why she’s asking - in the throes of grief, people are desperate for a reason. A reason their loved one is gone. Someone to answer for it. Some exception that proves death is not indiscriminate.

“I can promise you there is no one in this or any other hospital who would have tried harder,” he says, voice gentle and steady as he meets her eyes. “There is nothing he wouldn’t have done to save Raymond, Fiona. If there was a way, he would have found it.”

She sniffles, tears rolling heavily down her cheeks.

“It just kills me that he was alone,” she whispers, hand coming to her mouth to stifle a sob.

Robby turns to face her completely, gently taking her hand. It’s what Jack would do.

“He wasn’t alone,” he shakes his head. He can feel his own eyes burn despite his best efforts, knowing Jack gave everything he had to ensure the man in his care knew exactly that. “He wasn’t alone, Fiona.”

She looks at him, hand squeezing his fingers.

“I’ve known Jack Abbot for a very long time,” he says, smiling a little. “And if there’s one thing I can tell you, it’s that once he’s decided you need him, there’s no getting rid of him.”

Fiona huffs a tiny laugh, smiling just a little beneath the tears. “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Robby smiles softly. “It’s why I married him.”

Fiona’s eyebrows shoot up. “He’s your husband?”

Robby nods, knowing his love for his husband is written all over his face. “Luckily for me, he is. And I know he made sure Raymond knew he wasn’t alone. He made sure he wasn’t in any pain and that he knew he had a brother here with him. Someone who understood the parts of him that people like you and me can’t.”

“Because he’s a veteran too,” she nods, sniffling. “Raymond would’ve - he would’ve liked that. Having someone who gets it, you know?”

Robby nods. She’s still holding tight to his hand, and he doesn’t let go.

“I just don’t know what to do,” she confesses quietly.

“You don’t have to,” Robby shakes his head. “Grief is a road with no map. All you can do is take it one step at a time. Minute by minute.”

She swallows, nodding even as her chin trembles.

“Thank you,” she whispers, squeezing his hand. “And please thank Dr. Abbot for me. For doing everything that he could. For - for being here with Raymond. At the end.”

Robby squeezes her hand in return.

“I will,” he nods, standing and squeezing her shoulder. “Take all the time you need, Fiona. May his memory be a blessing.”

He closes the door softly behind him, taking a deep breath. The ED is still moving, the steady thrum of chaos never skipping a beat.

He tugs his phone out of his pocket, quickly pulling up his texts with Jack.

‘I love you and I’m proud of the man you are. Get some sleep and I’ll see you when I get home ❤️.’

He doesn’t even have a chance to put his phone away before Jack replies.

‘❤️❤️’

[llhowlett]

pope’s so used to you calling him “andrew” or “andy” that when you do call him pope, his head whips towards you with that puppy-eyed look he gets, looking like a child about to be scolded.

“what?”

“….am i in trouble?”

this gif is exactly how i picture him looking like😭💗 (my baby :3)

[ridgeflaw]

18+, MDNI (cw: soft femdom, pussy eating, puppy play)

andrew pope cody who opens car doors for you and will immediately sweep you up in a bridal carry when you drop a glass on the floor that shatters. who brings in all the groceries and wheels your luggage at the airport and pulls out your chair for you at restaurants. just endlessly chivalrous in that casual, dominant way men are expected to be with their partners. and then you get him into bed for the first time and it’s like a switch flips inside his brain because he’s on his belly between your legs and staring up at you with those big puppy dog eyes. begging without words to give him what he wants.

when you trail your fingers down your bare stomach, tease the waistband of your panties, he actually whines a little.

‘sorry, did you need something?’ you ask, pinching the fabric and letting it snap back against your skin.

you watch him swallow, a slow, painful-looking bob of his throat, before he says, ‘please, let me.’

you reach out and fix an absent curl on his head. ‘let you what, andrew? i can’t give you something unless i know what it is.’

andrew’s neck and shoulders are flushed warm and pink beneath his freckles, and the muscles in his ass clench for a second when he presses his hips into the mattress beneath him.

‘your pussy, please,’ he rasps, ‘let me eat your pussy.’

you hum, sliding your fingers over your cunt, feeling the warmth bleed through the fabric. there’s a little damp spot near your entrance. you rub it slowly with the pads of two fingers, then slip those same two fingers into andrew’s mouth.

‘only good boys get to eat my pussy,’ you say sweetly as he moans, sucking on your fingers. ‘have you been a good boy, andrew?’

he nods, hips jerking against the mattress.

you hum again, considering, and slip your fingers out of his mouth. you bring them back down and rub your cunt again, his spit mixing in with what’s already there, turning the fabric dark.

andrew is watching your fingers like a starved man, pupils blown so wide he couldn’t possibly miss a single detail.

‘i don’t know,’ you say, slipping your fingers into your panties, gasping a little when they glide over your wet clit, ‘my fingers feel really good. i might just rub myself until i come.’

‘no,’ andrew whines, eyebrows drawn together like he’s in acute distress, ‘no, please, i’ll make it so good for you, i will. i’ll make you come. please.’

you rub your clit in slow circles. ‘yeah? you gonna shove your tongue in my cunt, andrew?’

‘yes,’ he says emphatically, tracking your fingers like a predator with their prey.

you prop your foot on his shoulder, knee bending to spread yourself open. ‘you gonna lap at this wet pussy like a dog?’

‘yes,’ he says, and he’s almost panting like this, chest moving in time with his breath.

you slip your fingers out of your panties and slide them into his hair, tugging on his roots until his eyelashes flutter.

‘okay, puppy,’ you finally relent, ‘you can lick,’ and shove his face in your cunt.

andrew groans, inhaling the scent of your pussy like an aphrodisiac before going to town. tonguing and sucking through the fabric until it’s so wet it’s another color altogether. you help him along, rolling your hips up into his mouth and he seems to really like that, groans even louder and you can feel the vibration roll through you, rumbly against your clit.

he gets a hand beneath his chin to tug the gusset of your panties to the side, and licks deep between your folds, looking up at you when you make a noise, pulling off your clit with a soft, wet pop! then he does it again and again, flat dragging tongue that ends with a teasing suck at the top.

‘that taste good, puppy?’ you ask him.

andrew buries his face against you in response and wiggles his tongue all the way inside your hole.

‘mnn—fuck,’ you moan, cupping the back of andrew’s head as he starts to tongue-fuck your pussy, lick you from the inside.

you press your hips up, trying to get him impossibly deeper, and you might be suffocating him a little like this because his eyes roll back and he starts actively humping the bed.

‘oh, you like that?’ your voice a little high and reedy from your pleasure, ‘like when i use you like this?’

andrew moans deep into your cunt, only slipping out his tongue to suck on your clit. he’s sucks like he enjoys the feeling maybe more than you do, like there’s nothing in the world he’d rather be doing with his mouth.

you tug the curls at the crown of his head. ‘mm, a good boy who likes being useful, wants to give me a reason to keep him around.’

andrew’s hips are continuously rolling now, thighs spread wide to drag his dick against the mattress, desperate noises muffled against your pussy.

‘you gonna let me keep you, puppy?’

andrew lets out an unintelligible noise and sucks on your clit firm enough that your hips jerk. it makes you stutter out a surprised laugh, delighted, as he goes back to softly licking you.

‘i can get you a handsome collar,’ you tell him, breathless, ‘with my name on it, of course, so everyone knows who you belong to.’

andrew’s eyes find yours and they’re mostly pupil, irises barely a thin ring that wraps around their circumference. you take a moment to enjoy how pussy-drunk he looks like this, save it in your memory.

‘you want that? you want to be my dog?’

he takes a single second to pull off your clit and rasp, ‘yes,’ and then doubles down on his efforts until intense pleasure is shooting up from your cunt into your belly.

you buy him a collar the very next day, hook a finger beneath it to drag him in for a filthy kiss.

‘my good boy,’ you murmur against his mouth, kissing him once, twice, ‘good just for me.’

[callmebrooklynbaby]

[permanent-fire-hazard]

I like the idea of Jack being lean/cut type of muscular throughout med school

Then he gets chubby after his amputation bc he loses motivation after such a rapid life change

But when he gets back in the gym his chub turns to bulk

And every time Robby thinks his man can’t get any sexier, he’s proven wrong.

[alexisneverokay]

when season three comes out im going to have a nasty surprise when it turns out robby isn't actually canonically dennis's caregiver and dennis isn't actually spending his evenings swaddled up in robby's arms being fed a warm bottle and settled down to bed.... like my brain has *accepted* this as canon. dennis *is* robby's little baby, okay?

[sammy-bryant]

Shawn Hatosy as Jack Abbot in The Pitt "1:00 P.M." (2x07) [4/6]

[drizztsgirl]

Oh look, its a me. Mario.

[moodyabbott]

test the theory

sammy x reader | suggestive | mdni

—

the movie quietly played in the background while they lounged together on the couch, munching on their late night popcorn. his arm heavy around her shoulders while her legs were thrown over his lap as he massaged her calves.

on the screen, some guy got tackled by a cop after maybe the most painfully slow chase she had ever seen causing her to giggle.

sammy glanced down at her. “what?” he wanted to know.

“that guy could’ve gotten away so easily.”

sammy immediately looked at her, a playful offended scowl plastered across his face. “no, he couldn’t.”

“yes, he could! they were literally right behind him and he still stopped to look back.”

“that’s why he got caught.” he said with a chuckle.

she rolled her eyes dramatically. “okay, officer.”

“i’m serious.” he said matter of factly.

“i bet i could have even gotten away.”

sammy scoffed quietly, thumb dragging against her thigh. “you couldn’t.”

“you don’t know that.” she gasped.

“oh, i absolutely know that.”

she sat up straighter, narrowing your eyes at him. “bet you couldn’t cuff me.”

the second the words left her mouth, the room went quiet.

sammy looked at her slowly. making sure he heard her right. “…what?”

she looked away, blushing and trying not to smile. “you heard me.” she knew exactly what she was doing.

his expression changed immediately. he wasn’t joking anymore. her breath catching as she noticed the charged air between them now.

“you’re challenging me?”

“maybe.”

he stared at her for another second before leaning forward and grabbing the remote, pausing the movie.

her stomach flipped at the look in his eyes, his muscles flexing as he scratched his forearm.

“move the table,” he said calmly.

she blinked innocently. “wait.. what, seriously?”

“you wanna test your theory or not?” he said, his voice raspy moving her legs off of his lap.

she laughed nervously, getting up and shoving the coffee table away from the couch. “you’re taking this way too seriously.”

“no,” sammy mused, standing up. “you just don’t know what you’re talkin’ bout, baby.”

she watched him disappear briefly down the hallway then he came back holding his cuffs.

suddenly this whole thing felt like a painfully terrible idea.

“oh my god,” she laughed, backing up with her hands out in surrender. “sammy—”

“what?” he asked innocently, twirling them once around his finger. “thought you said you could get away.”

“i didn’t realize you were gonna go full cop mode.”

“too late now.”

she sighed, adrenaline taking over her as she watched her boyfriend swing his cuffs between them. “okay.. wait you can’t go hard on me.”

“that’s literally my job.”

“that’s cheating.”

sammy just smiled. then he lunged.

she shrieked and darted around the living room before making her way behind the couch laughing uncontrollably, sammy hot on her heels.

“b-baby this isn’t fair!”

“you wanted the challenge!” he laughed.

“noo!! ahhh— you’re going to fast!”

“babe, you’re running in socks.” he said matter of factly.

she barely made it around the other side of the couch before his hand caught her wrist.

“got you.”

“noooo!” she whined, squirming in his grasp trying free herself which only lasted for about two seconds.

sammy caught her fully, one arm wrapping around her waist and pulling her hard against his broad chest. the sudden strength behind it made her jaw slacken as her breath hitched.

“baby.. i-”

“you talk a big game for somebody this easy to catch.”

she could feel him laughing against her shoulder as she struggled halfheartedly in his grip.

“you’re holding me hostage officer!”

“mhm.” he hummed.

“that’s illegal.” she nearly whispered.

“i’ll take the risk.”

heat crawled up her neck when he turned her around in his arms, her back pressed against his chest making them both breathless.

“hands,” he said sternly.

her heartbeat skipped, feeling that familiar clench in her abdomen as she felt his hands grip her wrists tighter.

“you’re enjoying this too much.”

“hands,” he repeated.

she lifted them slowly, laughing under her breath trying to ground herself.

the click of the cuffs made her stomach flip, bitting her lip she felt his chest heave against her back.

“there,” sammy murmured near her ear. “you’re under arrest.”

she leaned her head back against his shoulder. “this feels targeted. i might have to file a complaint against you officer, bryant.”

“you challenged me.”

“i think you were waiting for an excuse.”

sammy hummed thoughtfully. “maybe.”

his hands slid down her arms painfully slow before settling at her curved waist again, completely caging her in.

“you know what your problem is?” he asked softly.

“what.”

“you think because i’m nice to you, i won’t win.”

she swallowed hard.

“that cocky attitude would get you arrested immediately, baby.”

“yeah?” you she trembled.

sammy leaned down just enough for his mouth to brush her ear causing her to shiver.

“baby,” he said quietly, “you never stood a chance.”

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