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[malpracticeemd]

He needs a collar with a little bell and my contacts on the nametag

[misguidedvisions]

med play mmmrghff

but in a 'you-wear-a-pulse-ox-and-said-doctor-teases-you-when-your-heart-rate-jumps' way

but also in a 'i-wanna-cut-into-you-and-then-fuck-the-wound' way

[rabidworld]

Begging Trevor to fuck you. He tries to resist, he really does, but when you start rubbing yourself over your shorts he can't really see why he'd stop himself. You're on your back and he's slotted between your legs. He chuckles at the pure mess you're making, wet noises filling the room with every thrust. Between the haze of your own sick desperation to feel something and his need to fill every void in your life, he's cocking his black pistol -- your favorite -- and shoving it past your lips so hard it clinks against your teeth. You immediately roll your hips up into his which earns an approving growl. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?" He shoves the barrel farther into your mouth --- the sight scratching the soft flesh of the roof. "Fucking slut. God, you're disgusting. I love you." You can't even grunt a response before the gun is so far down your throat you can't breathe. "Maybe I should blow your fucking head off. Maybe that's what you want. Seems to be the only thing that gets your little cunt wet." Trevor's thrusts get faster, harder, more exacting, and with that his grip on the gun tightens, practically pinning your head to the bed with how deep he's pressing it into your mouth. You can't help but buck your hips up in time with his, searching for your high. "You're a whore. That's what you are. A depraved, psycho slut. But that's okay. Because you're my little slut. And you make Daddy T so proud. So," One slow deep thrust. "Fucking," Two. "Proud!" Trevor's cock twitches inside you as he cums. Your own orgasm rips through you so hard your ears ring. Trevor pulls the gun from your mouth, spit connecting the barrel and your lips for half a second, before he sets it on the bedside table and rolls off you. You're both breathing hard, staring at the ceiling, muscles aching. You turn your head to look at him and he looks at you in turn, eyes immediately traveling to your swollen lips. He moves in without making eye contact and places a chaste kiss on your forehead, before rolling over to face the wall. You can't help the smirk that grows on your face as you watch the muscles in his back rise and fall with every breath.

[misguidedvisions]

i am not sure at all if house md is thriving per se but i know you guys are out there so if you like house md and are also thirsting over dr james evan wilson then just imagine this

he's been seeing you quite often now, just harmless (?) hangouts, and his favorite part of you (in a sexual context, at least) is your breasts. however, he's never gotten the luxury of letting those beauties out of the cage you call a "blouse."

and so, when the time does come, he is ALL over them. nervously, he feels them. gentle squeezes, harsher gropes. he swallows, his hands clammy. he tries to play it off with: "well.. you don't have breast cancer..!"

[suspiriuums]

being mike wheeler’s girlfriend where you’re only a couple years older than him yet you still feel inclined to ruffle his hair and call him “kid/kiddo”

[misguidedvisions]

this is my new favorite account

[yuarru]

snow

[lynkz777]

btw the hottest thing a man can do is to motion you to come to him with his fingers