i’m in quite a few fandoms, and make art for most of them. currently the top contender is The Pitt, but i am also in
• Daredevil
• Supernatural
• Marvel and DC projects respectively
• My Chemical Romance
plus more that i’m not thinking about rn 🫶
i am a comics major and full time student, so my time is limited. i tag all my artwork with dyllx art so you can find it all there.
i won’t post non-fandom OCs here, but there will be some self-inserts and other original fandom-specific characters. i am also on instagram where i also post school projects and original characters/artworks
have a good time, fuck ICE and the police, kill nazis, overthrow the government, be gay and do crime, stay vigilant.
Contains: m masturbation, driving, sexual activity whilst driving
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s1 sammy in his patrol car, he's picked you up from work. you can't wait until you get home. his hand is over the console, affectionately squeezing your inner thigh. it's not enough.
reaching over and slowly unbuckling his belt. 'wha- what you doin' babe, no.' ignoring him, you press your hand against his bulge through his suit pants. 'aah stop,' sammy glances at you, unable to move your hand whilst driving.
sneaking your hand down his suit pants, tickling the tip with your fingernails through his boxers. feeling the growing wet patch. 'babe,' helpless to stop you. 'don't.'
his bulge is growing big and hard as you torture him with your fingernails, raking his bare thighs inside his suit pants. no mercy - deep scratches. 'uhhhh fuckfuckFUCK,' sammy whimpered, eyes rolling back.
'eyes on the road,' you whisper into his neck, sucking that spot just under his ear. sammy growling, body shuddering.
'stop,' he whispers faintly. 'you don't mean that, officer,' you purr.
sammy bites his lower lip, face blushing red and gleaming with sweat. you can smell his aftershave and his arousal. his milky pre-cum soaking through his boxers and sliding onto your fingers. his knuckles white on the steering wheel, unable to push you away.
'if you don't stop doing that then...' sammy whimpers... stealing a glance down at your hand inside his unzipped suit pants and whining.
'then what, sammy?' you ask innocently, licking the shell of his ear and then down his neck, gently using your teeth.
'i'm gonna cum,' sammy pants, a wounded sound leaving his throat as he nearly misses a light.
he's trying to keep his eyes open but they're crossing in the middle and his jaw has fallen open, drool at the side of his mouth. he is too far gone now.
'babe, lift me out,' he's begging you, trying to set off from the light and jolting on the brakes. 'please touch me. i'm go-gonna...'
you have no intention of pulling him out. you like it when he cums in his suit pants for you like a teenager. you're doubling down, moaning and sighing in his ear.
'uhh... uh... uhhhh.' sammy's face screws up. it's game over.
sammy can't help it. his body shuddering, leaning back as far as he can. rutting against your hand, thick thighs pliant and spreading open for you. ''m cumming, oh fuck.'
spurts of warm, white cum spray into his boxers. the thick, creamy cum fills them up, dripping down his inner thigh.
sammy's whining, still humping your hand as it finally finishes. he pants, cock softening and plasters against his thigh.
you nip hard his thigh, just below his cock, making him squeal. 'babe,' sammy's snuffling, glancing at you so he can kiss you over the console.
you use a finger to swipe up some of his cum. 'open up,' you whisper. sammy obediently opens his mouth for you so you can slick his own cream on his tongue.
sammy swallows, eyes closing. you take his face across the console, pulling him to you as you greedily kiss him, and swipe your tongue across his to collect the remaining cum. sammy moans as you close your eyes and swallow it. he tastes sweet, salty, musky, light fresh sweat, spearmint chewing gum.
'that was so illegal,' sammy groans, biting his lower lip, shuffles in his wet pants.
Using one of those clear flashlights on Andrew to make him cum during mutual masturbation. (And their whores for each other—it’s not an Amy religious sitch.)
Oh I'm foaming at the fucking mouth
while I love dirty nasty pope smut as much as the next girl, I really do think that if he's having sex with someone he loves, its pretty plain. lots of 'I love you's and whimpering and he 100% cries
18+
Your sex life with Andrew was good. Truly. The man was incredible with his mouth and his dick was perfect, the right size to fill you completely without a painful stretch or any discomfort.
But it was… plain. No, that's not right. Plain wasn’t the right word. Maybe… simple?
It was still good, great even, but it was predictable in a way. Andrew liked to see you, to be able to watch your face so he could be sure he didn’t hurt you. It was sweet, but it did restrict positions a bit and your roster consisted of missionary and, occasionally, he’d let you ride him. He didn’t like you going down on him, either, no matter how many times you told him you enjoyed it. Sex felt good, and Andrew wasn’t very good at letting good things happen to him.
So you took it upon yourself to spice things up in a way that would still keep him comfortable.
That was how you ended up naked and kneeling between his legs, his back pressed against the headboard and his pillow between your legs. His hands were tangled in the sheets, gripping so hard you were afraid he’d tear them to shred, but you didn’t stop. Your hips rolled, grinding slowly against the pillow while your hands slid the small cylinder of clear silicone up and down his length.
Andrew was panting, his eyes bouncing between your breasts, your face, your hands, your hips, like he didn’t know where to focus or what to do. Every so often, he would give small, aborted thrusts, trying desperately to follow your command of ‘stay still’ even though it was killing him.
“Please-”
He was cut off by a groan when your hand tightened, squeezing the fleshlight around his cock, the rosy tip and a few inches peaking out and dribbling precum. Andrew’s eyes shut for a moment before they were flying open to refocus on you.
“You’re doing so good, Andy,” you started your motions again. Dragging the toy up his length until the head was fully engulfed before twisting your hand and sliding it all the way back down to his base, only to stop again.
Andrew whimpered, fingers flexing against the comforter while his breathing stuttered.
You’d been at it for an hour or so. The pillow between your legs was absolutely drenched, but your own release was far from your mind at the moment. All you could focus on was him. So far, you’d denied him twice, backing off just when he was about cum. The noises he made were irresistible. The whimpering and begging and moaning when you took that release away from him were intoxicating.
“You want to cum, handsome?”
“Yes, yes, please,” his eyes were wide and locked on yours as he nodded.
“Ok.”
The pace you set was cruel. Your hand squeezed at random intervals as you twisted and stroked the toy up and down his length faster than before.
He was beautiful like this, flushed and sweating, mouth open and eyes hazy. Watching the clear toy slide up and down his cock was incredibly hot, especially when combined with the noises he was making and the obscene squelch of the lube and his precum with every movement.
“Be a good boy and cum, Andy.”
And he did. With a cry of your name, he came. But you didn’t stop, continuing to stroke him while his whole body shook. The spurts of his pearly white release covered your hand, some sliding down and dripping onto his thighs and some lubricating the slide of the toy even more, making the clear fleshlight almost opaque.
You finally relented when Andrew shoved your hands away, breathing hard as he gingerly pulled the toy off his length.
“You did so good for-”
Andrew cut you off, pushing you off the pillow and onto your back. You let out a squeak of surprise as he pushed your legs apart, settling his shoulders between them.
“I let you torture me for an hour,” he licked one broad stripe through your folds, his hands locking around your thighs. “It’s my turn now.”
Jack and Robby have been out for years in the ED. They are comfortable with people knowing and comfortable enough in their relationship to not let other peoples comments affect them.
When they add Dennis, they worried about him and how he would take the comments from others especially since Dennis is just starting out as a resident.
It’s not like they want to keep him a secret, it’s just to protect him. they tell Dennis that every chance they get.
They promise they love him, that he was the piece of their puzzle, that he was perfect for them, that that would never change.
Dennis is so envious of them, he wants to give them kisses at shift change, he wants to walk out to the car holding handles with them, not having to trail behind them.
He hates lying to trinity about his relationship. He hates lying to everyone.
He just wants to be seen with his boyfriends and not hide because of the what ifs.
summary: robby, in a phase of what he considers insanity, downloads grindr and ends up meeting a man that is everything his dreams are made of. turns out the man in question means more to him than he thinks, and the "stranger" knew the whole time.
warnings: mature content
pt.1
Robby has spent the last 10 minutes trying to wrap his head around the experience he's having right now, trying to find the right word to describe it. And, so far, he's only come up with one.
Bliss.
He's almost completely naked, save for his boxers, and has had Jack Abbot's lips pressed up against every square inch of bare skin that's been revealed to him. The man in question has also given both of them the liberty of not doing this on the couch like they initially were going to.
The heat between them took no time to build. Hands and lips were everywhere. Jack pushed him away from the doorway until the back of his knees hit the cushions and he fell down to be eye level with his dick and he looked up at him with a desperation he didn't even know he was capable of.
Here's the thing, if you were going to accuse Robby of using Grindr as not only an outlet to scratch an itch, but to distract himself from the hopelessness that he had that this current situation he's in would happen at all, you wouldn't be wrong. Ever since they met, with Jack fresh out the Army and even fresher out of med school, Robby knew he was going to be an issue for him.
Between losing his wife and the PTSD from his military days, Robby has been there for Jack every time he could possibly need him, and Jack has far too often done the same for him. This commitment, this closeness, this care from the only person in his life that hasn't gotten tired of him yet or cut and run completely took root in chest and for years he's been taking gardening scissors to it when it got too tall. But now he doesn't have to. Not after this shocking realization, found out in the arguably most demented way possible, that he feels the same way
So again, Robby should be infuriated, he should. But he's already had Jack's dick in his mouth and he's on his queen bed in his apartment being torn apart by his touch and his words. No frustration to be found here.
"God, fuck, you look even better in person", Jack states between kisses.
"Jack-"
"No I'm savoring this. You're so fucking gorgeous, I'm not letting tonight go to waste."
"You'll have me for more than tonight if you want." Robby immediately regretted saying that as soon as he finished speaking. This isn't about his fear that Jack would get up tomorrow morning and feel like he's made the worst mistake of his life, this is about them fucking now and dealing with the honesty of it later. Or never.
But of course, it's too late. And Jack is his number one bullshit detector.
"I do. I really do. But this is a first, and you're something I'm gonna cherish."
Tears probably would've sprung if it wasn't for the sudden, overwhelming sensation of his hand on his hard bulge that's been screaming to be touched this whole time. He immediately lets out an embarrassing sound and arches his back in a way he'll probably regret in the morning.
Cold air hits his dick as Jack fully strips him. "Oh, look at you", his hands run up and down his torso, "I'm so excited to make a mess of you."
"Fuck, Jack-"
"I'm planning on it baby", he says right before he meets him in another long, heated kiss.
"This is crazy", Robby pants, "You do realize how crazy this is."
"Unfortunately, yeah. And it's my fault. But here we are."
"Here we are. And my patience in running thin."
At that, Jack smirks and leans over Robby to open his nightstand, "You do have lube in here don't you?"
He blushes a bright red
Jack just huffs out a laugh, "You touch yourself before Rob? Or am I gonna be the first person to work you open?"
"No, I have."
"Ever been fucked before?", he asks with the audacity of a man actively lubing up his wide fingers.
"Long time ago."
"Well, I may not be the first, but I sure as hell hope I'll be the last."
Robby has no idea what to say to that. No idea how to feel about it besides the building emotion threatening to choke him, which isn't a bad way to go given the view. Instead of responding with something he may never recover from, he deflects, "Take your leg off. Don't want you getting some nasty ache from it."
Jack just looks at him with a newfound softness and sits down on the edge of the bed and listens. The prosthesis gets laid against his dresser and then he's suddenly being stretched by hands he's dreamt about way too many times.
He groans and pushes into the touch.
"That good baby?"
"Fuck, fuck yes."
"Good."
Jack actually surprisingly stays quiet for the rest of the ordeal. Robby, not so much. He's groaning and sighing and moaning through becoming more and more stuffed. And then Jack is on his knees.
"You ready?"
He just nods breathlessly and leans forward to grip Jack's waist.
Feeling the man sink into him is something he'll never be able to explain and also something he really wishes he'll be able to replicate. Especially the words continuously coming out of Jack.
"Goddamn, you're so tight."
"Yeah, c'mon, give it to me."
"I could do this all night, look at you."
"You feel so good Mike, holy shit."
Yeah, he could afford to do this again.
∆
The post-coital air of his master has him feeling more serene than he has in ages. He feels completely fucked out and calm when Jack slings an arm over his torso and plants his chin on his shoulder.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"Do you want to talk now or later?"
He's not even surprised the question was asked, "Now, probably."
"Woah, did you actually go to that therapist I told you about?"
"Shut the hell up before I change my mind."
Jack chuckles, "This a one time thing?"
"I thought I already made it clear it wasn't."
"Well you did text me for sex."
"Yeah, well I didn't know it was you, you maniac. And you were the one who started it."
"I guess I did. But fortunately for me, the guy I met turned out to be the most captivating person I know and I would really like to treat him right."
Robby stares at the ceiling. "Seriously?"
And in typical Jack fashion, he sits up to put himself right in Robby's line of view, "Seriously. Will you let me?"
"I don't think I could stop you even if I wanted to. And I don't want to."
A smile, and another kiss that's slow and soft and lasts long enough to warm him up again. "Don't you have work in the morning?"
"I do."
"Better get to sleeping then, don't want everybody to be subject to you sleep deprived."
"I usually am" he says far too casual for Jack's liking.
"Hmm, now you've got me on your ass more than ever so that's gonna change."
Robby just settles comfortably, runs a hand through his curls, and says "Okay", very softly.
"Healthy habits are coming your way big guy, better prepare yourself."
"That's rich coming from you."
"This isn't about me", he says as he runs a hand over Robby's eyes and shushes him.
The night ends with laughter, much like many in the future do.
Dennis picks up on it immediately. While they're making breakfast, Jack is a bit more chatty than usual, rambling on about something that the younger man can't quite follow, and at first he thinks that maybe Jack is just excited for the cookout later with the rest of the night shift.
But then it hits him.
It's the 4th of July.
And instead of excitement, Dennis realizes that what he is picking up on is agitation and stress. Of course, Jack is stressed. He feels like an idiot for not thinking about it before, but now he understands why the man winces whenever Dennis shuts the front door just a bit too forcefully or when the intern accidentally drops something heavy on the floor.
He doesn't know how Jack is dealing with the 4th of july, but he understands that he is probably putting up with far more than he needs to in order to make Dennis happy.
"Jack, how do you usually celebrate?" he tentatively asks, not asking the question he really wants to in fear of triggering him.
Jack shrugs.
"Usually some bratwurst and burgers with Mike, along with a few beers, and maybe a game or two of horseshoes. I know, I know," he mutters under his breath, waving his hand. "It's an old man game."
Dennis smiles and says, "No, it's not. Used to play it with my brothers every single 4th of July growing up. I'm the reigning champion for the past 5 years."
Jack looks up at him, finally looking him in the eyes, and smiles.
And then Dennis adds, "...no fireworks?"
Jack stills.
Shakes his head.
"No."
He turns away from him, and Dennis realizes it's even worse than he thought. He's never asked Jack how he lost his leg, and now he's understanding that it's probably intertwined with the trauma, especially when he sees Jack's hand subtly squeeze his right thigh, just above the prosthetic.
Swallowing hard, Dennis hesitantly says, "I never really liked fireworks, either. My brothers...well, they used to drive over the state line the day before and buy bottle rockets and firecrackers, and then sneak them back to the house. Scared the crap out of the cows, and I had to sew Tommy's first two fingers back on for him when I was just a kid because he didn't want Mom to find out what he did..."
Jack turns back towards him, an interesting look on his face that Dennis can't quite place.
"Looks like you got your ER training early, kid," Jack drawls, and Dennis shrugs.
"Yeah, I guess—but that's not what I'm trying to say. What I'm trying to say is, you don't have to tell me why you don't like them, just let me be here for you and don't push me away...please?"
Giving him a soft look, Jack steps towards him and maneuvers Dennis until his back is against the counter and Jack is able to step between his legs.
His hands go to Dennis' hips and grips them hard.
In a soft voice he says, "I'll...I'll do my best. I can't guarantee I'm going to be any good at this, but I'll do my best..."
And then he leans in and presses a soft kiss to the younger man's cheek, and Dennis leans into it, feeling the love and affection behind it, and breathes out a sigh of relief.
"That's all I ask, Jack."
They stay standing like that for a while, basking in each other's warmth. Dennis doesn't know if he'll ever know what happened to his boyfriend's leg, but he's okay if he never knows. He loves him enough to understand that certain traumas stick with you no matter what you do, no matter how many years pass.
Trying to ease the tension, he asks, "So, are you going to let Robby cook the bratwurst this time?" and Jack barks out a laugh.
"Ha! Not on your life, kid. Don't worry, I'll make sure that nothing gets burnt."
I'll be 90 years old on my death bed and will STILL be mad about Louie on god.
I fucking love this episode even though it makes me ugly cry every time 😭
Perlah wanted to beat Ogilvie's ass I know it.
"Et tu, Donnie?"
Oh sweet baby Emma 😭
Aw poor Santos 😭 down bad and getting a rain check.
"Ten months is a long time to be alone with your thoughts." Hm. Hm hm hm.
36 hot dogs at 12 pm is diabolical lmaooo.
I adore that Al Hashimi is pushing sooo hard for this incarcerated patient to be admitted. I love her.
I love Samira. That's it. That's the post.
I wonder if Harlow's actress actually speaks sign language.
It drives me nuts when fans are like "why is Amber Martinez (the actress for Tate) at all these events and taking pics with the cast like she's important" bitch she's been here the whole time!!!! She's in like every fucking scene just because you don't pay attention to nurses and people of color and only pay attention to the white men in the foreground doesn't mean they're not there!!!
You know who doesn't hallucinate a history of appendicitis? A medical scribe :) who has dreams about using Epic :)
Love you Donnie Mr Big Brown Eyes Big Biceps Having Sir (the tiny little smile Ogilvie of adoration he gave him actually killed me <3 😭)
death and chaos / miracles and blessings 😭😭😭
"Why do you keep coming back?" and Dana doesn't fucking answer 😭
"Just because you know it's broken doesn't mean you don't stop trying" God I wish I was that optimistic.
Javadi really should not be having that conversation with the sister. :( Like she's amazing but girlypop should have had a resident or attending with her I feel.
Ogilvie is NOT the worst. He's just an awkward dork and it's his first day alive. Y'all are just mean.
Dana I love you <3
Y'all want Frank to have a sibling relationship with someone in the ER when Emma is literally right there! It's her first day on earth and she's three apples tall.
forcemasc but it's roughhousing with your cis best friend after you come out. you have to deal with him teasing you with words like, "c'mon, this is just how boys mess around," and "is that all you've got? hit me like a the man you are," as he straddles your hips and holds your hands down.
he leans down and whispers, "we're just boys being boys. you can take it, right?" he asks, while he deliberately grinds his hips against yours as if trying to provoke you, and it works.
you struggle to escape his hold, but finally manage. you both toss and turn on the floor until you eventually end up on top. you attempt to restrict him in the same way he did to you, pushing your hips down onto his.
he looks up at you with a mischievous grin, his hands gripping your thighs tightly. "there we go..." he mutters as he moves his hips upward slightly.
“that’s my boy.”
nine in the morning btw… what am i doing w my life 🧍🏽.
