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sitting in jack’s lap, back to chest, the fingers on his left hand filling up your mouth, fingers on his right hand filling up your cunt. his lips to your ear as he checks in.
‘happy girl?’ he confirms, humming when you nod. ‘yeah, ‘course you are. all full of daddy like this.’
he lets out quiet laugh when your pussy clenches down around him, a vibration you can feel more than you can hear. he presses a kiss to your temple—once, twice.
‘what do you think, princess?’ jack asks, curling his fingers behind your pubic bone and making your toes curl in response, a moan slip out from behind your makeshift gag. ‘any room left in here for daddy’s cock?’
fluff idea is titus being so sweet and old man in the mornings when you wake up together!
before he has to be all put together and evil and shit, while he’s in the safety of your bed he’s all whisper and cuddles and kisses 🙂↕️🙂↕️
took this in a bit of a different direction, i hope thats okay!
The sickening, wet noise of the goat's horn spearing through Titus' chest. The way he begged on his knees for someone to help him as that woman stood above him, stealing the ring from his finger before kicking him into the pit. The carnage that followed.
It played out over and over again behind your eyelids as you jolted upright, chest heaving with panic and thick sweat pooling on your skin. You woke up with a cry, thrashing at the covers.
Titus' head snapped up from his side of the bed, hurrying to throw the duvet off both of you to disentangle you from the sheets.
"Hey, it's okay," He soothed, trying to find the best way to hold you without hurting you as your limbs flailed. Your heart kicked against your sternum, and it took Titus placing both his palms on your cheeks to have you look at him. Your eyes locked on his, wide and scared. "Breathe with me." He took a deep breath and held it until you mimicked him, only hiccupping once on the inhale and blowing out your air. "Good." He rumbled. And your muscles relaxed a bit. You swallowed, throat filled with spines and the feeling of dried tears on your cheek.
"I...You-" You tried to rasp, but Titus just tilted his head back a little and shook his head.
"Don't talk. Not yet. C'mon." He urged you to lay back down and you did. He crawled over you, swinging his leg over your hip and resting his head on your shoulder. He allowed his weight to settle on top of you. Immediately, you could breathe again. It was so soothing to feel him around you. You needed to be able to feel his breathing after watching him die before your eyes. Even if it was a dream, it felt so real. Titus peppered soft kisses to your neck. "You're okay. I've got you." He soothed, running one hand over your cheek. "I've got you, honey. You're here. I'm here. You're safe with me."
Titus peppered soft kisses to your neck. "You're okay. I've got you." He soothed, running one hand over your cheek. "I've got you, honey. You're here. I'm here. You're safe with me."
── .✦ THE PITT BOYS have very different methods for keeping their needy girlfriend satisfied during a shift
★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, whiny-ish readere, workplace sex, semi-public sex/risk of being caught, finger, oral - f receiving, p in v, edging/orgasm denial, orgasm control, dom/sub undertones, begging, praise, teasing, condescension, pet names, lowkey slight reverse harem themes if u squint very very hard
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JACK ABBOT tries, initially, to make you use your words.
A reasonable request, he thinks, particularly considering you have spent the better part of ten minutes communicating primarily through sighing, squirming and the relentless manipulation of his free hand.
Separating his fingers and fitting yours between them and then starting over.
“You haven’t paid attention to me all night,” you inform him, for what may be the third time, dragging all into something plaintive and theatrical.
Jack hums without looking away from the chart he's reviewing.
“That’s a complaint,” he says, scanning another line. “Not an accurate one, either.” He turns the page. “Try again. What do you want, angel?”
Your mouth purses and you drop your eyes, instead taking his index finger and twisting it petulantly between yours, first one way and then the other until Jack has to let his hand go limp.
“I dunno,” you mumble.
“Are you in pain?”
“No.”
“Is it interfering with your ability to work?”
“…Yes.”
Interfering might actually be putting it mildly. The question was largely ceremonial and both of you know it. You have done fuck-all since nine except follow him around from room to room like an imprinted duckling who has mistaken an attending physician for its mother.
“Tell me exactly what you need and maybe I’ll do something about this little crisis of yours.”
Jack has to work not to laugh when you immediately retreat. An entire evening spent attached to his hip, and now that he has finally asked you to name the obvious, you suddenly cannot bear to have a face.
You take his hand and hide behind it instead, pressing his palm over your mouth while your burning cheek fits itself into the cup of it.
Jack indulges you, fingers spreading gently along your temple.
“Need you, please,” you say eventually, muffled against his skin.
That is good enough for Jack. Several minutes later, he has the nearest consult-room locked behind you.
He sits you on the edge of the exam table and takes care of the rest himself. He would just like his functioning girlfriend back sooner rather than later.
Never mind that he gets to achieve that goal with his favorite activity — his fingers between your dripping thighs. One arm keeps you close, his mouth brushing your temple while he alternates praise with firm reminders that Shen is working close enough to hear you if you get careless.
“Quiet, angel. C’mon. You asked me to take care of you, let me do it.”
By the time he is fixing your underwear and smoothing your skirt back into place, you have gone pleasantly boneless beneath his calloused hands.
Jack checks you over once with intolerable satisfaction and says, “There. Think you can survive until we get home now?”
MICHAEL 'ROBBY' ROBINAVITCH notices the second you start to hover.
Suddenly his desk becomes the only viable place in the entire emergency department to sit, every trip past him requires some unnecessary little brush of your fingers over his arm, and tasks that should send you back to the front desk somehow end with you standing beside him again, blinking up saccharinely and asking if there's anything else he needs.
So very industrious and thoughtful. And entirely coincidental, surely. As though Robby hasn't learned your tells by now. That when you start taking your secretarial duties this seriously, what you actually want has very little to do with paperwork.
He has no intention of sharing that information with you, though.
That would be idiotic, handing you the answer key to your own behavior when half the fun is knowing what you want hours before you finally muster the courage to ask for it.
Much better to keep quiet. Much better, too, not to satisfy you immediately.
There is a particular sweetness to letting the problem marinate, to watching ordinary want become restless, fidgety desperation under his neglect.
He'll usually pull you somewhere private, like he's doing now, just to wind you tighter. Hand beneath your skirt, mouth against your ear, giving you exactly enough attention to make you think you'll get what you want, then he stops.
Smooths your skirt back into place, thumbs flat the little wrinkle he made at your hip.
Your face when you realize is almost worth the inevitable whining. Almost.
“Back to work.” He tips your chin up when you stare at him, wounded and incredulous. Fucking cute. “And don’t touch yourself. I mean it.” One last squeeze to your waist before he opens the door. “I’ll check later, sweetheart. You better be able to tell me you listened.”
His method has always been control. But not deprivation as you so often claim it to be.
Robby gives you plenty, eventually, but he likes deciding when you get it, likes watching your entire demeanor reorganize itself around the promise.
And it works well.
You spend the rest of the shift behaving beautifully. Phones answered, paperwork handled, not one smart comment when Frank starts needling you, because every so often Robby materializes beside your desk, bends down to look at you over his glasses, and asks, “Still being good for me?”
You nod every single time. A little quicker as the hours drag on.
By the time another quiet-ish stretch finally opens up, he decides you have suffered enough. And Robby is generous when generosity has been earned.
He takes his time despite having almost none of it, hands spreading your thighs wider while his mouth works between them with languid attention, licking through the slick mess of your pussy you have been carrying around all afternoon.
Every little attempt to squirm away from his tongue gets corrected with a firmer grip. He knows exactly what he withheld from you and apparently intends to repay it with interest.
“Knew you could listen,” he says when he finally looks up. His mouth is wet. “Much nicer like this, isn’t it? When you behave.”
FRANK LANGDON has very little tolerance for your neediness because it tends to expose his own.
Wanting you is manageable when you’re across the department, reduced to glimpses between curtains and the occasional flash of your smile over somebody’s shoulder. Those he can quarantine alongside hunger and exhaustion, banal inconveniences he will deal with later.
It becomes harder when you follow him into the supply room and wrap both arms around his waist before the door has even settled shut behind you.
“Missed you,” you say against his back.
Frank keeps looking at the shelf in front of him, though he has stopped reading any of the labels.
“We saw each other twenty minutes ago.”
You make a small, unconvinced sound and edge nearer, fitting yourself along his spine, turning breathing into a shared activity.
Your mouth rests just below his shoulder blade; he can sense the question gathering there before it arrives, “Didn’t you miss me?”
“I think we need to start working on this attachment issue of yours,” Frank snorts, though the hand that finds the lock does so with pathetic urgency. “You’re spoiled, you know that? Nobody ever taught you you can’t get everything the second you want it.”
The lecture might carry more authority if he weren't already turning around and walking you backward, one hand closing around your waist until your shoulders meet the wall.
“What’re you gonna do when I take a vacation?” he asks, mouth grazing your cheek.
His fingers are already working his belt loose. He gets the button open, drags his zipper down and pushes his pants lower with one impatient shove, proving absolutely nothing about which of you missed the other more.
Frank maintains the fiction anyway.
Every little sound you make against the supply-room wall while he fucks you earns some irritated huff against your cheek, a muttered Jesus, baby, like your whining is an inconvenience being inflicted upon him rather than the entire reason his pace keeps changing whenever he finds one he particularly likes.
The hypocrisy lasts all the way through, right up until he walks you back into the department himself with you looking very obviously debauched, prompting Robby to stare at him and Jack to ask whether Frank understands the meaning of discretion.
Frank does not.
MARIA NOTE idk this is kinda shit i feel like the shell of a person rn BUT i just think reader deserves to have three boyfriends available to deal with her at all times… even if they are technically supposed to be saving lives or whatever
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last updated: aug 10 , 2026
dr jack abbot
more and more - oneshot/smut | professor!jack abbot x grad student!reader
summary: becoming a TA for Professor Jack Abbot has you working like a dog. no matter what, he expects you to do everything at his beck and call. what more could he need from you. or all the times during your last year of grad school that jack abbot has gotten in the way of your personal life, for his own personal (freaky) agenda. OR the things you do for a letter of reccomendation
dr michael 'robby' robinavitch
incognito tab - oneshot/smut | DD:DNE
summary: robby just needed to borrow your laptop for a few minutes. he didn't mean to stumble upon your depraved tumblr page, and scroll through your entire feed and fanfics (yes he did).
magic brownie - oneshot/crack
summary: robby found his way into your pantry and ate something he was definitely not supposed to eat. now you're at the pitt having to explain why he's so blazed out of his mind.
rabbot
taste of your own medicine - oneshot/smut
summary: you must have the heaviest set of balls on you with how much you have been picking fights with robby. he's so gracious to not go all 'attending' on you and report you for a hostile work environment. because jack, being an amazing friend, offered to give robby some pointers on how to really handle your attitude.
⤷ part 2 of all bark, no bite
blood and nectar - oneshot/longform/smut | charlie swan!robby x reader x carlisle cullen!jack
summary: the new coroner's assistant is a vital friend to have for both chief robinavitch and doctor abbot. one always need you more than the other. they learn the valuable lesson of sharing is caring
dr frank langdon
when did you get hot? - oneshot/smut | brothersBF!frank langdon x reader
summary: it's the first time frank has been to your families gathering in a long time, and it's the first time you're seeing him in a long time. fresh on his separation, you feel some type of way when you see Frank isn't what he used to be.
voodoo doll - oneshot/smut | one sided enemy!frank langdon x reader
summary: (based on the 5SOS song voodoo doll) there was always something about you frank didn't like. he didn't like how you could be so optimistic and clash with his cynicism. but something kept drawing him in closer to you, wanting more.
misc. - one off fics of charcaters i wont usually write for
fighting with park but he’s impossible to argue with.
yes, you’re mad at each other. so irate you can feel the warmth sizzling off of your skin. you haven’t even looked at him in the thirty minutes you’ve been stuck in the car trawling through downtown pittsburgh traffic.
you can hear his huffed inhales, but other than that he looks almost completely unaffected by the continuing argument (does it count as an argument if you aren’t actually verbally fighting, you wonder).
it settles something within you to know he, too, is angry with you and the situation and whatever. but that same settled sliver becomes another set of raised hackles as he strokes the back of your hand with his thumb.
your hand that refuses to hold his. but, even more stubborn, brendon refuses not to hold yours.
see, even during fights and arguments and spats- all healthy things for most couples- he simply refuses to not be near you.
there is no “getting some space” with brendon.
there is no “cooling off from each other” with brendon.
unlike his teethy moniker, brendon has chosen you- for life.
and, in his mind, there is no need to be apart from each other. whatever needs working out can be worked out whilst he’s stuck to your side. even if that means sitting in stewing silence for hours on end.
it irritates you to no end. well, you like to pretend it does.
truly, you know that it calms something in him. that part of his brain that needs to know you are safe and looked after and warm and not wanting for anything.
really, you’d do anything for him- just as he would for you.
so, even with you sat sucking your teeth in rage, you’ll let brendon rest his palm on the nape of your neck as if scruffing a kitten. or tuck his hand into your back pocket as he leads you down the ortho wing corridors.
or- a mutual favourite of yours- stick his tongue down your throat whilst he grips your hips, angrily thrusting into you as though in an attempt to shove you through the mattress.
in the morning, kissing the marks left behind from his fingertips as an apology.
you can be mad at brendon and brendon can be mad at you, but he will always always want to touch you.
just booked the plane tickets for my birthday trip that i'm going on with my sister, my dream bag that i ordered as an early birthday present for myself arrived, and my work bully had a huge crashout so my work besties and i are gonna have a debrief tmr 😛 life is worth living
Pairing: dom!Brendon Park x f!sub!best friend's sister!reader
CW: D/s dynamic, kink, explicit sexual content, 18+, nsfw, mdni
Tags/warnings: brat/good girl!reader, D/s dynamics, D/s relationship, power play, age gap (reader is mid 20s, brendon is mid 30s), pet names (sweetheart/princess/baby/pup), honorifics (sir/daddy), angst (so much), control, sub space, BDSM scenes, aftercare, friends to lovers, "forbidden" romance but not really, clear communication is sexy, little emotionally constipated brendon and reader, (tags will be added as the story progresses, look at tags for each chapter before consuming please)
Summary: Something's been missing in Brendon's life ever since his last relationship ended, and you might just be exactly what he needs…if he lets himself have you.
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robby's girl making it worse for him aswell 🙈 always trying out new cook books and whatever, making him try everything. always a big hot meal waiting for him after his shift as she knows how stressful he gets. in the bedroom whilst pounding into her, his weight is smacking against her too, anytime she whines about the friction he complains that it's her own fault, that she takes any chance to fatten him up 🤭
YES OMG YOU GET IT SO SO BAD. he just wants the cookie omg.
and when you do end up cooking, it’s enough that even with his second and third helpings, he has plenty to bring into the pitt. so when he tells you you need to stop making so many sweets, that it’s making him too big, he can’t bring anything into work. and obviously dana and cassie dig into him. all the med students, and even jack who robby makes sure to save a piece for, are pissed at him. most of them aren’t making enough money to sustain a constant dessert bar, and robby just took away their only chance at that! but even their dirty looks isn’t enough to dissuade him from having you bake again.
what is enough to persuade him in the other hand, is all your whines at the weight he’s lost. you complain that he no longer is as pudgy, so you cant press deep into his stomach anymore, you find less joy in cuddling him, because he’s a bit more boney now. and worst of all! when he fucks you, his stomach doesn’t clash against yours or your ass.
in fact, the first time you really noticed this, you started crying. he was so distraught that he was hurting you, but no! his baby just wants him to be fat! so, you start making your treats again and he starts eating them and gaining weight. eventually he’s back at the place where you’re comfortable enough to ride his fat hairy tummy until you come.
and the first time robby brings the desserts you made into the pitt after months of no sugar, he’s met with cheers and thanks from everyone. everyone but jack who just pulls down robby’s collar enough to reveal the hickey there and pats robby’s back as he leaves, grabbing a cookie for the road.
Season one Pope in this gray tank, freckles on display, tan, sweaty from building his fountain, and pissed off is my current ovulation craving (and I love the prison haircut irdgaf).....he's so husband
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