Screaming into the Void

Kaja 31, Plus Size, Bisexual Love reading, writing, and fandom spaces. Want something written? Send me an ask! Love connecting with people but be nice.

[hanna-loves-coffee]

Gliding my hands from his back all the way up to his shoulders.

Our hips swaying slowly in sync to whatever song he has playing.

His hands placed on my lower back, and his scent overwhelming my senses.

Our lips meeting each other so delicately.

His kisses are so warm and savoring.

Nothing else matters right now but this moment.

Our actions intertwining with each other are truly speaking louder than words. ₊˚ෆ

[popepout]

andrew pope cody and the way he’s a daddy dom without even really knowing what that is … the way he just knows that he has to baby you sometimes, and that you need him to be either extra strict or soft on certain days, and that you really like when he plans your whole day for you down to your outfit ‘n tells you how everything is gonna go.

[wishmoafi]

« pope cody » & what he does w / your attitude, & your new lingerie ㅤ♡

as soon as he saw you poking your head out the doorframe, then showing him your new " outfit " he just huffed and shakes his head - it was funny, to him atleast, on how persistent you were onto teasing him “cluelessly” ( as you always thought it'll result in getting whatever you wanted. )

he, at first, just sets everything in his hands down and begins to untie his shoe laces on the bed. you don't instantly get the reaction you expected, so you lay next to him on the bed, staring at him. he slowly turns to you, and just chuckles again. “ whattt? youre lookin' at me like im — ” he grabs your neck, gently but firmly. “ you know better than to tease me, baby ” and you pout, beginning to adjust but he puts his available hand on ur chest; keeping you down. “ 'm not doing anything, drew. ” & he slips his hand off ur throat, nodding. “ right. okay. ” he pushes his hands into the plush of ur hips, urging you to get onto his lap.

you try to bite back a smile as he takes his keys out his pocket, happy that you succeeded at bugging him. but he looks back at you, smirking slightly. “ what? you think you got your way? ” you nod in a petty manner, and to which he just shakes his head. “ no. sit over my lap, take off the panties this time. ” he pats your ass as you whine, obeying nonetheless. his hand smacked your plush, holding your legs together so you can't go anywhere. & in the end, stuffed your new panties into his back pocket ㅤ♡

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[belladonnabedlam]

To all the Noah Wyle haters, I’d like to present you with this gem.

The Red Line (2019)

Noah plays a GAY man with a BLACK HUSBAND and a bi-racial daughter. His husband is killed by a WHITE COP. When he does move forward romantically, it’s with a MUSLIM love interest.

This man has always been 2 steps ahead in terms of the political and social. Is he perfect? No. He’s human. But I don’t think he’s the villain some of you are trying to paint him.

[backonmybullsht]

[popepout]

when andrew’s upset with you he doesn’t really speak to you but he’s also too clingy to stop touching you … so you’ll be sitting on the couch ‘n pouting after an argument, and he’ll just come up and stuff his face under your skirt and between your thighs, nuzzling against your panty covered pussy with his nose and mouth like it’s normal … when you angrily whine his name and try to shove at his forehead, he only locks his arms around your thighs ‘n overpowers you, making you shiver.

“calm down, don’t wanna talk to you anyway—” he grumbles, making your frown deepen and your eyes sting with tears that you refuse to let spill. his gaze flickers down to your soft cunt that’s still hidden away and undoubtedly getting messy, talking like it’s a separate person and not a part of his bratty girlfriend, “just checking on my favorite girl.”

[mast3rbait3r]

safe and sound - parker ellis

this is for my writing challenge! you can find the masterlist here!

summary: outside of ptmc, you and ellis were best friends. you'd stop wondering if you were something more a while ago, when she'd made it clear that she wasn't down for serious relationships. however, when you need rescuing from a bad date that she had really hoped you wouldn't go on in the first place, she decides to go against her original attitude.

contains: night shift resident! ellis, night shift resident! reader, fem/afab! reader, mutual pining?, so much dry humping, oral sex (r receiving), use of sex toys, SCISSORING :3

word count: 2.8k+

quick note: first wlw fic... i got so riled up writing this out you do not UNDERSTAND.

this time, you really should have listened to that little voice in your head telling you it was all a bad idea. even your friends that barely knew anything about your dating life advised against you going on this date tonight. but you ignored them all, desperate for a chance to get yourself back out there again. you finally had a night off and you were going to make the most of it, regardless of what anyone else said.

"you know, girls like you are trouble."

you almost spit out your drink when your date says this to you. against your better judgment, you ask him to elaborate. you knew damn well that the more he spoke, the better of a reason you had to get the fuck out of that restaurant and never show your face in public again.

"girls like me, huh? what's that supposed to mean?"

"you look innocent, but behind that whole... facade... you're probably just looking for guys to chew up and spit out."

was this prick being serious? you can't even hold back the scoff that escapes you as you toss your bag over your shoulder. you take one last look at him, the ugly bastard he turned out to be, and spoke coldly.

"i'm not sure what kind of things you're reading on incel twitter... but if you're really that against women, you should consider not dating them."

with that, you grab your things, not even bothering to try and pay for your meal. you just walk straight out the door, but you pause as you step outside. in the heat of the moment, you'd managed to forget that your piece of shit date was your ride. you groan in frustration, pulling out your phone and tapping your best friend's contact. without leaving enough time for a single ring, her low voice comes over the speaker.

"i'm already here."

it takes a second for her words to register, but then you see someone approaching out of the corner of your eye. when you turn to face her, she's already hung up. parker ellis, your best friend and coworker, in all her smug glory.

"you fucking followed me here?"

"just had a hunch that things weren't gonna pan out."

she offered gently, taking a moment to admire how good you looked in your new outfit. she felt disappointed for you, knowing how long and hard you'd planned out every last detail for your look tonight. she was one of the many people that tried to talk you out of this date, but she wasn't going to be an ass about it like the others. none of the i told you so bullshit or anything like that. she knew better, especially when she could already see the unshed tears in your eyes.

she wraps her arms around you snugly, letting you rest against her as quiet sniffles sounded in the cool, night air.

"you're gonna be okay... let's get you home."

you nod against her shoulder, letting her lead you back to her car. you were trying to ignore the way you instantly felt safe and secure around her, because that ship had long since sailed. you honestly wanted parker in every way imaginable, but she'd been crystal clear (though not to you, specifically) about how she wasn't ready for a relationship. little did you know, the only reason you'd overheard her saying any of that to past flings, is because she could only think about you in the following moments of her hookups.

it was you, you were the one she really wanted. but she was afraid of crossing that line and reaching a point of no return if you tried for a relationship and failed. however, as she drove you home tonight, it was making her reconsider whether or not she could really fight it anymore.

"you really do look beautiful tonight. shame it got wasted on a dude whose ego is bigger than his dick."

you stifle a laugh, looking over at her with a fond smile. she was so attractive in her loungewear. the way the hem of her boxers was always peeking from the waistband of her sweatpants. her toned, tatted arms on full display with the black tank top she wore. you couldn't take your eyes off of her, and boy did she notice. she smirked to herself, but kept her eyes on the road.

"thanks, p... not sure what i would've done if you weren't there."

"probably curl yourself into a ball and cry until i did get there."

you frown at her words, but couldn't deny the truth in them.

"talking like i'm some sort of crybaby..."

you huff, crossing your arms over your chest. she chuckles at you, giving you a knowing look that has you rolling your eyes.

"yeah, yeah... i get it."

you mutter, looking out the window. you try to stay mad, but fail, the smile creeping back onto your face almost instantly.

"was your food even good? that place has pretty shit reviews."

"you looked up the reviews?"

you look over at her, wondering just how much thought she'd put into this. you knew she could be protective, just worried about your safety in general as a woman in the heart of downtown pittsburgh. but this... seemed a little bit much.

"might have gotten a little carried away. just worried about you."

she spoke honestly, meeting your gaze for a split second. her expression was soft in a way that she only spared for you, something you purposely refused to acknowledge. all the exceptions she appeared to have made for you directly went against her supposed unwillingness to start a relationship. the longer you thought about the inconsistencies, the more restless you became. so when she pulled into your driveway, you don't exit the car immediately.

"tell me something, p. what exactly is happening between us?"

she raises an eyebrow at you, feigning confusion. deep down, she knew exactly what you were referring to. you'd caught onto her, and she felt the control slipping from her grasp the longer she held your gaze.

"what do you want to happen between us?"

your breath hitches as she leans in closer, but you don't pull away. you were confused, a little bit afraid, but mostly filled with longing and want for the one woman you thought you could never have.

"i want you to stay with me tonight."

you answer honestly, which earns you a smirk from parker as she shuts off the car.

"c'mon then, you know i'd never say no to you."

you chuckle, reaching for your car door, but she snatches up your wrist before you can.

"don't even think about it."

she huffs, quickly shutting her door before jogging around to the passenger side and opening yours for you. you feel a bit flustered at the display of chivalry, falling for her stupidly convincing charm every time. she holds your hand as you step out, shutting the door gently behind you. you both get inside, kicking off your shoes and walking into the kitchen. you let out a quiet sigh, remembering that you were supposed to get your groceries tomorrow. wouldn't have been a big deal if you had actually consumed the meal you were supposed to have tonight.

"relax... go do what you need to and i'll order us something."

her hand gently rubs cirlces into your back. you feel your skin covered in goosebumps at the simple touch. you nod slowly and saunter off toward your room to change into more comfortable clothes. you return a few minutes later, wearing a matching loungewear seat. the cotton shorts barely covered your upper thighs, while the top hung just low enough to show a hint of cleavage. your nipples were completely visible through the top, but you couldn't care less.

"got us some rice bowls from your favorite place."

you smile softly at her, giving her another hug, feeling grateful to have her by your side after such a shitty date. her hands rest comfortingly on your lower back while your arms are wrapped around her neck. you pull back just enough to look into her eyes. your cheeks heat from the proximity between your bodies. your eyes flicker down to her soft lips, and that's all she needs. she leans into you, pressing her lips against yours. you moan in surprise against her lips when she presses you against the back of the couch.

"hold onto me..."

she mutters against your lips as she hoists you up onto the edge of the couch. you squeal, afraid of falling right over the cushions, but her grip on you is keeping you steady. you hold onto her as instructed and she's already back to kissing you like a woman starved. the next thing you know, she's scooping her arms under your knees and grinding against your clothed center. the sweet friction against your clit has you dizzy with need. she snaps her hips against yours, waiting to see your reaction. your head falls back with a sharp moan.

"fuck- keep doing that, please. keep fucking doing that."

you mumbled, and of course, she obliged. she started to rut her hips against you again, but this time at a quicker pace. the impact of her movements against your sensitive parts was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. she leans back in, and you don't miss a beat, greedily shoving your tongue in her mouth.

"if only i hadn't let my strap at the house, huh?"

she smirks against your lips, reaching a hand between you and rubbing your clit through your shorts.

"i mean, i've still got other things we can use. i've got that pink dil-"

the doorbell rings and you both startle. she adjusts her grip on you, so that you don't tumble off the couch. she brings you back to your feet.

"guess we'll wait until after dinner."

she smirks at your pout, going to answer the door and grab the food. she walks back into the kitchen, separating all of the food. as predicted, she organizes all of your things, sliding them in front of your seat at the counter. you thank her, taking a seat and waiting for her to join you. you two eat in comfortable silence, mostly because your thoughts were racing over what had just happened a few minutes earlier. you kept stealing glances over at parker, but she looked cool as a cucumber.

she definitely wasn't feeling very cool on the inside, slightly peeved by the fact that you two were interrupted by dinner. she was already plotting all the ways she could help you get over your date from earlier. once you two finished and cleaned everything up, you walk into the living room. you sit down on the couch, watching as she followed behind you. however, rather than sitting next to you, she sits down on the floor in front of you. you feel your skin heat once more, looking down at her as she ran her hands over your soft thighs.

"lift up your hips."

she spoke calmly, fingers curling around the waistband of your shorts. you nod and lift your hips, shivering as she pulls your shorts and panties down your legs. she discards them to the side, her gentle hands spreading your legs further apart.

"you want it?"

she smirks up at you, her breath ghosting over your center.

"yes... please."

she scoots your hips a little bit closer to the edge of the cushion before her tongue delves into your glistening folds. you whine, head falling back against the couch as you try not to clench your thighs around her head too tightly. she holds your thighs open, arms wrapping around them. your hands find their way to hers, gripping onto them tightly. she glances up at you from time to time, humming against your sensitive parts every time she felt you twitch. her tongue traces expert-like circles around your clit, smirking when she hears your moans getting more raspy and ragged.

"oh f-fuck..."

you whimper, feeling yourself getting close.

"that's it, you can let go."

she reassures you, renewing her efforts and flattening her tongue against your clit before shoving it inside you. you cum with a high-pitched moan, thighs trembling under her grip. she pulls back, sitting up on her knees so she can lean in and kiss you. you taste your essence on her tongue, unwilling to pull away as your hands cup her face.

"go to your room and get that toy we talked about. i'll be in in a minute."

she rasps, standing up and helping you off the couch. you nod and walk to your room, opening the drawer in your nightstand and grabbing the pink, 6-incher that you'd mentioned earlier. you sprawl out on your bed, taking off your top and slowly dragging the silicone tip through your wetness. you whimper softly, twitching from oversensitivity. parker stands in the doorway, watching you closely.

"i want you to put it in."

you look up at her, gaze filled with nothing but desire. she nods, walking over to you. she kneels between your legs on the bed, taking the toy from you. she runs it through your slick, watching as you coat the entire thing with ease. she admires your naked body, thanking every spirit in the universe that she's able to finally see you like this. she slowly pushes the dildo inside of you, taking it slow when she sees you wince around it.

"fuck, you look good, baby."

she coos, pushing it in until the hilt pressed against your clit. you squirm around the intrusion, fingers gripping at the sheets.

"you're too far."

you whine at her, causing her to chuckle softly. she lays down beside you, pulling you into her side while rhytmically moving the toy in and out of you. your face is tucked into the crook of her neck as you moan softly. she lifts your chin with her free hand, kissing you. you moan into her mouth and she speeds up her movements.

"tell me what you need."

she mutters against your lips, watching as your eyes start to gloss over with unshed tears.

"'s not enough..."

you frown, nuzzling your nose against her cheek as you clench tightly around the pink silicone deep in your pussy.

"you wanna ride me?"

she offers, caressing your cheek. you nod quickly and she gently pulls the toy from out of you. she sets it aside and looks back at you.

"you want me on the top or bottom?"

"top... i need you on top."

you speak quietly, having never felt this needy in your life. she sits up, taking off her own pants and panties. you moan at the sight of her bare before you. wanting to touch her, but she pushes your hands away.

"it's all about you tonight, baby."

she soothes you, hiking up one of your legs while hooking one of hers around the other. the moment you feel her folds rubbing against yours, it was like every coherent thought had left your head. you weren't going to last long, not with her moaning and grinding her hips so roughly against yours.

"please, faster... i need you."

you plead with her, hands clawing at her hips. she obliges, rubbing her pussy against yours even faster. the delicious friction had you seeing stars, feeling the way your juices were combining with hers and pooling around your inner thighs and onto the sheets. she strokes your lifted thigh soothingly, her other hand reaching down to gently roll your hardened nipple between her fingers. your back arches off the bed, crying out in pleasure. she feels herself getting closer by the second, especially when you get noisy like that.

"sound so pretty, baby. keep making those noises for me."

she praises you, watching you fall apart beneath her. no sooner than you cum all over her, she's following suit. a soft groan escapes her lips as she continues to move her hips until you're both spent. she lowers your leg, leaning down and kissing you. you return the kiss with the same hunger from before.

"you alright?"

you nod, snuggling into her arms. she holds you tightly, pressing a kiss to your forehead. she lingers for a few seconds before sitting up, walking off to your bathroom to grab a washcloth. she returns, cleaning you up and then taking care of herself. she grabs your clothes, but you shake your head.

"don't need them... too sleepy."

you mumble, scooting yourself up the bed until your head hits a pillow. she chuckles, seeing your eyes half-lidded, feeling proud of herself for pleasing you so thoroughly. she nods, also leaving her clothes on the floor before getting into bed next to you. no sooner than you're wrapped in her warm embrace do you fall asleep, soft snores emitting from your lips.

a/n: ZOO WEE MAMA!!!! PLEASE TOP ME PARKER ELLIS MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!!! first time writing wlw and i'm very proud of this. THANK YOU FOR READING, LOTS OF LOVE, AND STAY SEXAAAYYY!!!! <3333

requested by @plsmarrymepaget, thank you for the request cutie!!! <3

divider creds: @/robinavitchslut and @/animatedglittergraphics

[groovyangelkisses]

oh to get pulled over for speeding by your husband sammy <3

shrugging your shoulders and forming a wince when you see the officer sammy bryant rolling up to your window. eyes squinted shut a bit at "okaaaay, license and registration."

when he finally gets a good look at you, he's cooing "baby... what the fuck? this is a 30, you were doing 45. what's the rush princess? whatsa matter?"

you're pleased to find out that crying does, indeed, still get you out of a ticket. you're hyperventilating as sammy watches, "shh, shhh okay, okay honey c'mon outta the car."

he opens the door for you, helping you stand up and hugging you, a gentle rock back n forth as he tuts into your hair "gotta be careful baby, you're precious cargo, you know that? huh?" sammy holds you for a few more minutes, big soothing hand running down your back to help even your breaths. you never did like getting in trouble, and it's even worse when you disappoint him.

after a few minutes and a call over the radio, sammy pulls back with thumbs rubbing at your arms. he meets your eye level, putting on that soft dominant voice you love so much, "now get your pretty lil ass back in the car, drive home- slowly now, okay? and go lay down for a little, you're too worked up sweetheart. i'll be home soon, kay? okay baby? alright.. g'head" tapping your butt as you get back in the car, closing the door for you on the way.

when you pull away he smiles at you, making the "i'm watching you" signal with his pointer and middle finger and flashing you his million-dollar, crooked, charming smile.

[mast3rbait3r]

parker ellis who stands between your legs as you sit on the counter in the break room. her arms are wrapped snugly around you, pressing soft kisses to your shoulder to help ease some of the tension from your overwhelming shift.

"you're okay, baby. we're almost done."

as she rubs soothing circles into your lower back.

MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW

[kaja94]

I NEED SOME PARKER ELLIS IN MY LIFE ASAP

[lovepollution]

Shawn Hatosy and Noah Wyle attend the MPTF NextGen Summer Party - 31st May 2026

[dollscenttz]

Thinking about how oral fixation! reader is just sitting below jack lazily nipping and sucking on his fingers the drool dripping from the corners of their mouth and jack just removes his fingers "alright that's enough sweetheart.." and he just wipes it with some of his shirt and sends them on their way

But with Robby..

Robby watching some lame ass movie he put on while your sucking on his fingers nipping and drool drips from the corners of their mouth he removes his fingers and wipes it on readers cheek telling them to go clean up

[johncartermangoes]

”i cannot believe noah wyle is expecting me—“ actually, noah wyle isn’t expecting you to do anything, in fact he does not give a single shit what you could possibly think about him

[noah-wyles]

he's the sweetest guy i swear

[noah-wyles]

Noah Strausser Speer Wyle - Born 04/06/1971

a father. a son. a brother. a husband. a humanitarian. a healthcare advocate. a speaker. an activist. a writer. an actor. a director.

he's done a lot. he cares a lot. he's humble and dorky. labelled 'extremely kind' by everyone he meets. he's dedicated and talented. he's the first actor to win every award he's been nominated for consecutively. and he's just turned 55. what a wonderful year and brilliant use of life!

[permanent-fire-hazard]

Saw a comment on Tik Tok where someone said Noah should take more rolls where he can be silly and goofy… baby watch anything he’s been in besides The Pitt

[luvvyouforever]

rabbot x reader - headcanons (mdni)

the first night robby comes over and every night after that.

content: michael robinavitch x reader, jack abbott x reader, hint of jack abbott x michael robinavitch, headcanons, throuple, threesome mention, slight nsfw mention, awkward robby, sad robby, happy robby!

when jack approaches robby one night on the roof, he asks him if he has a crush on his girlfriend. robby blanches, of course, and considers how quickly can he leap the makeshift fence and hit the ground.

but jack doesn't chastise or scold. he tells robby it's okay. that they've known for a while. and that he wanted to talk to him about it.

jack invites robby over dinner, saying it's just to "try this whole thing out" and see how it goes.

robby, who pinches himself secretly to see if he's dreaming, thinks about it. he did have a massive crush on you. and he harbored similar feelings for his best friend, too. but he wasn't good enough to earn a spot on your couch, let alone in your bed.

he's been in jack's home plenty of times. knows his way around. but since you've moved in, there's some differences. a new table in the foyer, for instance. a porch swing hanging outside. a comfortable rug in the dining room. he likes the changes.

when robby's in the living room with jack and you, he feels like a dog from the pound, just adopted, trying to learn his owner's routine. you and jack have a playlist you put on while you cook. it echoes through the house for the first hour he's there. you and jack keep your blankets folded in a basket, in case robby gets cold. because you keep the house cold for jack.

he watches as jack effortlessly touches you, grazes along your back, kisses your cheek, caresses your hand when he takes something from you. he watches as you laugh at his jokes, offer tastes of the food you're making, and sips the glass of wine he poured.

as you eat dinner, you're offering robby the slightest touches. fingertips brushing against each other as you pass him the salt. a hand on a shoulder when you're laughing at a joke. feet bumping under the table while you're listening to jack's story.

later, robby's sitting on the back porch with jack, each with a beer in their hand. you have the radio playing softly as you're draped on the patio furniture. robby sits on the long couch with you and every time your feet pat against his thigh, his breath stops.

"so, about all this," jack starts, and robby wants to shit himself. he almost forgot in the peace of the moment that the dinner was had for a reason. jack explains it. explains your conversations. explains your boundaries. you chime in, offering what you can to the discussion.

robby takes it in. processes it. he's offered a moment of reprieve when you get up to use the bathroom and fetch more drinks. jack asks him. man to man.

"you sure about this?" robby asks jack. he knows he's not the most desirable man the two of them could've had in their relationship. he's got baggage. he's got emotional problems that could keep a therapist paid for years to come.

"100% sure," jack answers him. "besides, she gets lonely during the nights when i'm not here." robby laughs. "we want you to come over, have dinner with us, eat breakfast out here in the mornings."

"and what about..." robby didn't have to finish his question before jack chuckled. "look, i'm not a fragile guy. she's open minded. she's got more love to give than just one man. treat her respectfully, keep me in the loop, and i'm happy."

robby nods. "but only her," jack adds. "if you wanna do this, you gotta be loyal, brother." robby nods again.

as the night comes to an end, robby feels a little more comfortable taking up space. your legs are spread across his lap, his hands solid and warm on your ankles. jack's on the other side of you, keeping you propped up against his chest, an arm slung around your torso. there's music playing and you're talking.

like an adopted dog, robby starts to let his guard down. he seems to have found some shelter here.

later, you and jack are in your bed, curled up in the middle despite the amount of room on either side of you. robby opted for a guest bed tonight, saying he didn't wanna intrude so early. but you can't stop thinking about him. alone in that big bed.

"jack?" you whisper, testing the waters. he hums. "will you ask robby to come sleep in here with us? i don't want him left out on the first night." he slides out of bed and pads down the hall to the guest bed. he knocks a few times and cracks the door. robby turns over.

"hey man," jack says, rubbing his eyes. "she wants you to come sleep in our bed. and i wouldn't put up a fight about it." robby looks bewildered, but gets up and follows jack into bed. he carefully climbs in behind you, but doesn't touch you. jack gets back into position in front of you and you lay on his chest. suddenly, your hand shoots behind you, grabs onto one of robby's arms, and you tug on him until his arm is pulled across your midsection, effectively forcing him to spoon you.

with a sigh of contentment, you fall asleep. robby stays up, listening to the breathing and light snores coming from the two of you.

robby comes over nearly every night, especially on nights where jack is gone. you cook him dinner after his long shifts, he sits at the kitchen island and watches. you offer him tastes of the food and he hums and smiles and says it's the best thing he's ever tasted.

eventually, he gets comfortable enough to come up and hug you from behind, peppering your cheek and the top of your head with pecks. you lean back into him happily.

he takes care of you at night, kills the spiders, checks on loud noises, holds you tight. the first few times you and robby had sex, it was with jack. testing the waters. discovering preferences and likes. and now, he helps you unwind every night, using his talents for good.

in the morning, robby leaves with the promise that jack will be home very soon after. when jack comes home, you make him breakfast. he dances with you in the kitchen, asks how your night with robby was, and eventually tempts you back to bed so he can sleep.

robby stays around for a while, for a long time. he considers forever here. thinks about what it may be like to live like this for the rest of his life. he finds himself on the back porch one night while you finish loading the dishwasher. thinks about that first night, about feeling lost, not wanted. then he hears his name from the open sliding door and smiles.

robby and jack together are generous. you had always had access to jack's credit card, despite numerous occasions on which you said you had your own money to fend for yourself. he tells you that he loves that for you, but to keep your money. robby follows suit not long after, adding you as an authorized user to his amex. you're never in want of anything.

jack and robby start using their pto, using their backlogged vacation days to take you on trips. and hotels aren't so expensive when all you need is the one king bed.

the three of you find an odd harmony and balance in life. everyone's figured out one another. you bounce around each other in the kitchen effortlessly. your legs always find purchase in robby's lap while jack's arms wrap around you. robby's shifts go by a little quicker when he knows what he gets to come home to.

p.s. robby and jack eventually kiss after much pestering from you. it sparks something in robby he didn't know existed. two beers later, and he tries again. that night with the two of them was interesting.

[kaja94]

I want two hot older boyfriends and I want my two hot older boyfirends to kiss.

[kynawa]

everyday i open tumblr in the pitt fandom

cute drabble

amazing art

needlessly hateful take on noah wyle/dr robby

discourse

more discourse

JUST LET ME READ SMUT WITHOUT BLOCKING 14 PEOPLE💔💔

[noah-wyles]

some of my favourite photos for noah wyle's 55th birthday