dia.

CUNTRY, COUNTRY, PETTY, PETTY, PETTY; ALL THE SAME TO ME, PLAIN JANE, SPAGHETTII.

[southernsgothic]

𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐬𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐜’𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

— 𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 !

𝐝𝐛𝐟!𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐥𝐞, in which i talk about a time that was had between you and abby at a family gathering.

𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐞, in which dina doesn’t know herself one fuckin’ bit.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬. 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭. 𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐬.

[mothinked]

[scullayann]

[andtheangelswouldnthelpyou06]

What’s her deal actually like 😅😅

[southernsgothic]

she's so hung here, my God.

[cockroachgirll]

[musingsofheaven]

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SWEET TREAT

summary: After a brutal examination week and mental breakdowns, your girlfriend comfort you through it and make sure you feel taken care of in more ways than one.

pairings: trinity santos x premed student!reader

warnings: 4.6k words. mature themes. fingering. cunnilingus. tongue fucking. orgasm control. overstimulation. praise kink. aftercare. reward system. power dynamic. read responsibly.

note: i need her so baddd…

Extra credits usually mean sitting through boring seminars, but the one where Trinity Santos spoke felt different because she actually made you want to listen. Most of the time, you just used your phone to pass the time when speakers talked, but your eyes never left Trinity’s face for the whole speech during that seminar. “God, she’s so hot,” you whispered to your friend when Trinity started talking about the reality of choosing a medical career. He just laughed, and later that night, he found her profile before pressuring you to follow the account.

The peer pressure made you do it, and it didn’t seem like a busy resident would ever notice a pre-med student, but the notification proved you wrong when you saw that she followed you back. “Just message her because she probably won’t even read it anyway,” he joked while pushing the phone back into your hand. Maybe that peer pressure was the reason you ended up as Trinity’s girlfriend who always sleeps over at her place. Being her girl was one of your justifications for staying the whole week, because it’s exam week and everything feels twice as stressful as usual.

Trinity has a way worse schedule at the hospital, but she still lets you stay in her apartment so she can at least know how you’re doing. Most of the time, you won’t talk to her on the phone if you’re at your own place and you’re not against her idea, since you have a habit of ghosting people during the busiest part of the term. Others would expect her to be too busy for a relationship, yet she actually makes sure to give you at least an hour of her time to help you study once she gets home from her shift.

Her love for you is big enough to give up her limited sleep just to make sure you pass these tests. Studying alone at the library is miserable compared to being here with her, and you feel lucky for the patience she gives you, especially since you know she's not the very patient person in the world. Yet she still tries for you, and that effort always makes you love her more. Every exam you take leaves you exhausted from sleepless nights, and you usually end up crying from overstimulation about everything. The stress just builds up until you finally break down, and Trinity just lets you vent about how much you hate your classes.

She doesn't interrupt you when you sob about something or when you're complaining, because she was once in your position as a student and understands exactly how it feels to be this drained. Having her there comforts you while you hide your face against her neck and let out all the frustration from the week. She just holds you until you stop crying, and you finally start to calm down. Trinity knows that sometimes you need more than just a hug to clear your head, so she always makes sure to help you feel good to help relax.

This has happened plenty of times before, and she always knows exactly when you're too tense to feel better on your own. She pulls you closer against her chest once you’re lying on the bed together, and she starts spooning you from behind. “You did so good today,” she whispered while her hand slid inside your panties to find your soaking cunt. “Look at how wet you are for me,” she teased while her fingers started rubbing your clit in a steady circle. You leaned your head back against her and let out a soft breath. “Mmm, Trinity-” you whimpered while your hips bucked against her palm.

She just grunted and kept the pressure steady until you were gasping for air. “I’ve got you,” she muttered before she pushed two fingers deep inside you. “Mffh, g-god,” you moaned as your walls squeezed around her hand and the overstimulation finally turned into something that felt good. Trinity doesn’t even care that you’re still wearing your shirt and bra while she keeps her hand busy inside your shorts. She moves her mouth to the sensitive skin behind your ear and starts to whisper praises against your neck. “You’re so smart,” she murmured while her fingers pushed deeper into your soaking cunt.

“You don’t have to worry about the results because you did the work,” she breathed while her other hand gripped your waist to keep you close. You tried to turn your head to look at her, but you still felt incredibly anxious. “But what if I failed?” you whimpered while you felt your voice crack. Trinity bit your earlobe and shushed you before you could worry any more about your grades. “You’re going to pass it,” she whispered while she used the heel of her hand to rub over your clit. “Even if you don’t, then you can just retake it next term,” she added, and she increased the speed of her fingers.

You let out a shaky breath and shook your head against the pillow, as if hearing it didn’t comfort you a little bit. “That doesn’t make it feel any better,” you whimpered while your legs started to shake. She didn’t say anything else and just continued thrusting your fingers inside to make you stop about thinking about your exams anymore. “A-ahh- please…” You moaned as she buried her face in your hair. Trinity moves her hand from your waist to sneak it under your shirt while she continues to work her other hand between your legs.

She gives your breast a firm squeeze before she pulls down one cup of your bra to let your tit out. “You’re going to be such a good doctor,” she whispered while she used her thumb and forefinger to pinch your nipple. You gasped at the sudden sensation and tried to find your breath while her fingers kept moving inside you. “My smart and beautiful wife,” she teased against your ear as she watched you react to what she just called you. The sound of the endearment made you clench her fingers tightly, and she let out a smug chuckle because she knew she had you.

“N-No- not your wife,” you whimpered while your walls squeezing made it obvious that you like being called by it. She didn’t stop her pace and kept thrusting her fingers deep into your soaking cunt so you could keep feeling every movement. “Yet,” she muttered while she increased the pressure against your clit. “Not my wife yet,” she added as she pushed her fingers deeper and made sure you couldn’t focus on anything but her hands. “Nghh- stop teasing-” you moaned, and you felt the heel of her hand press against your clit as she continued to thrust into you.

Trinity keeps playing with your tit while she continues to work her hand between your legs to keep you wet. You can’t help but want her to do more as the heat builds inside you. “I want more,” you whimpered while you arched your back against her chest. She let out a low chuckle and leaned in to tease your ear with her lips. “Oh? My wife wants more?” she asked as she suddenly pulled her hands away from your body. You felt your soaking wet panties stick to your cunt, and you let out a frustrated sound because what she did is not what you want.

“Aww, look at how embarrassed you are now,” she joked after she sat up on the bed and stopped spooning you. You sat up as well and looked at her with a pout while you tried to fix your messy shirt and shorts. Trinity just leaned forward to kiss your lips, but she pulled back just as quickly to tease you again. “You can’t even tell me what you actually want,” she whispered while she looked down at your rumpled clothes. You opened your mouth to argue, but the words never got out because she was right about you being too shy to say it.

“Come on, Trinity…” you groaned as you reached out to grab her arm to pull her back, but she didn’t do anything and just watched you with a smirk. You guide Trinity’s hand back between your legs while you hold onto her arm to show her where you want her. “I need your mouth there,” you whispered, and your face heated up from the blunt request. Trinity just laughed and leaned closer to hover over you. “Where is there?” she teased before she used her free hand to grab the hem of your shirt. “I need you to be more specific than that,” she muttered before she leaned down to kiss your neck.

You tilted your head back to give her more room, but she just kept nipping at your skin like she’s teasing you that her mouth is up there and not down there. Trinity pulled back and started to tug your shirt over your head. “Arms up,” she ordered while she waited for you to comply. You lifted your arms so she could pull the fabric off and toss it onto the floor. “I want your mouth on my cunt,” you whisper while you look at her like you’re just asking for a candy. She let out a low grunt before she smirked at how needy you sounded.

“You’re enjoying this,” you whined out while you felt your wet panties rubbing against you. Trinity watched you for a moment and then finally reached for the waistband of your shorts. You took off your bra the moment Trinity’s fingers touched your waistband, and you just tossed it somewhere across the room. “You’re so beautiful,” she muttered while she stared at your bare tits. She leaned down to kiss your skin before she took one of your nipples into her mouth to suck on it. “Nngh, Trinity,” you moaned while you felt her tongue swirl around the peak.

Her hand started to tug at your waistband, but it was difficult to get them off while you were sitting down. You raised your hips off the mattress to give her space so she could pull your clothes down. “Hurry,” you whispered while you helped her slide the fabric past your thighs. Trinity let out a low grunt as she stopped sucking on your chest to focus on getting your shorts off. “Don’t rush me,” she teased while she took both your shorts and your wet panties off at the same time. She pulled them down together until they were off your ankles. “Oh god, finally,” you gasped while you kicked the clothes away and felt the air against your soaking cunt.

Trinity tried to open your legs, but you scooted back until your back touched the headboard. She moved closer and used her tongue until your mouth opened to her while she fondled your chest. “Nghh-” you moaned when she sucked on your bottom lip, but the kiss didn’t last for a few more seconds. She pulled away and let her lips graze along your jaw to get close to your ear. “I love how much you’re leaking for me,” she whispered while she kept her hand on your tit. Your face heated up from the blunt compliment, and you tried to look away. “That’s not true,” you disagree while she moves her mouth down to your neck.

“It’s very true, and you look so pretty when you’re this wet,” she muttered against your skin. You snatched a handful of her hair to force her to look at you, but she didn’t let go. “What? I’m telling the truth,” she argued while she fought off your grip so she could kiss your shoulder. You tried to push her away because the praise was too much to handle. “You can’t just say stuff like that,” you huffed, and she pinned your wrists down. Trinity just laughed and leaned back in toward your chest. “I definitely can because you’re just embarrassed to hear it,” she teased before she took your nipple back into her mouth to suck it hard.

Trinity let go of your wrists, and you took the chance to glare at her while you bit your lip. “I hate you,” you whispered as you tried to hide how much you wanted her. She just chuckled and lowered her head from your tits to get closer to your stomach. “You’ll forget that you hate me the second I start eating your pussy,” she teased while she grabbed your ankle to keep you from kicking her. Trinity laughed and leaned in to lick your belly while she slid her hand up from your ankle to caress your legs. She kept her lips there for a moment while she was talking about how much she loved your body because she knew you felt insecure about it.

You ran your fingers through her hair while she continued to kiss your skin and work her way lower. She used both of her hands to grip your thighs open and looked up at you with a smirk. “If I were your professor, I would’ve passed you already because your cunt looks so good,” she joked, and it made your face heat up at the embarrassing comparison. You let out a frustrated huff and reached down to shove her shoulder. “I’m going to slap you if you say one more thing like that,” you muttered while you tried to close your legs.

Trinity didn’t let you, and she leaned in to bite your inner thigh. “You’ll be at the top of the class,” she whispered against your skin before she looked back up at you. “Actually, you’ll just be on top of me,” she added before she moved her mouth closer to your soaking cunt. Trinity let her mouth brush against your soaking cunt before she looked up at you. “Bend your legs for me,” she ordered while she slid her hands from your inner thighs down to your ankles. You tried to pull your knees toward your chest, but you couldn't get them close enough while sitting against the headboard.

“I need you wide and open for me,” she muttered before she grabbed your heels herself. She pushed your legs back until your knees were folded against your chest and your pussy was fully exposed to her. “T-Trinity,” you whimpered when you felt the air hit your wet folds. She kept gripping your ankles to make sure you didn't move or try to close your legs again. “Please- I need you,” you moaned out of frustration while you watched her lean closer to your clit. Trinity let out a grunt of approval and used her nose to nudge your labia open.

“So needy,” she whispered before she buried her face in your cunt. You let out a breathy cry and arched your back when she swiped her tongue over your clit. Trinity licked your clit with a flat tongue, and she didn't pull away while you grabbed her hair to pull her closer. “F-fuck- that feels so good,” you moaned as you watched her look up at you. She kept her mouth buried against your pussy, and she let her spit pool out onto your folds to keep everything soaked. You arched your back while she lapped at your pussy sloppily.

“Mmf- hahh, more,” you gasped while she gripped your ankles to keep your legs wide. Trinity didn't respond with words, but she shoved her tongue deep into your hole to show she heard you. You let out a shaky breath when she pulled back just enough to suck on your clit. “Ahhn- oh god, don't stop,” you whispered as your fingers tangled tighter in her hair. She let more spit leak onto your cunt and dripped onto the sheets while she continued what she’s doing. You tried to shove your hips toward her face, but she gripped your legs to keep you in place.

“Nn- shit-” you groaned while she licked up the mess she made before she went back to sucking your clit. She looked up at you through her lashes, and she didn't slow down for a second. You reached down with your free hand and rubbed your clit while Trinity was still sucking on it. “Mmn- fuck, I need more,” you whimpered as your fingers brushed against her lips. Trinity stopped what she was doing and looked up at you with a smirk. “Are you that needy?” she asked while she pulled your hand away from your cunt.

You pouted at her, but she just chuckled and brought your wet fingers to her mouth. “Don't touch yourself unless I tell you to,” she muttered as she licked the juices off your fingertips. She let go of your hand and moved it back to your clit while she held your legs wide. “Fine, rub it while I fuck you with my tongue,” she ordered as she buried her face between your thighs again. You let out a breathy moan and started to circle your clit while she shoved her tongue inside your hole. “You look so pretty- god,” you gasped while you felt her tongue move deep in and out of you.

She kept her eyes on yours while she worked, and the squelch of her tongue filled the room. “Mmh- l-love you-” you whimpered while your free hand rubbed your clit in a messy circle. Trinity let out a grunt against you and shoved her tongue faster into your cunt. “Nngh- oh god, your tongue is so good,” you gasped as you moved your hips to match her pace. She kept her tongue inside your hole while she looked up at you, and the sloppy sounds of her mouth got louder. Your head dropped back while you desperately tried to grind against her face for more.

Trinity chuckled at your needy movements, but she finally pulled her face away from your dripping pussy. “Mmf- why did you stop?” you complained with a pout while your hand slowed down on rubbing your clit. Trinity rose to her knees between your bent legs, and she gripped your knees to keep them open. “Show me how much you love it,” she muttered as she shoved two fingers deep inside you. You let out a confused moan at the sudden change, but you quickly arched your back against the bed. She leaned over you to capture your lips in a wet kiss while she pumped her fingers in and out.

You let go of your clit and tangled both hands in her hair to pull her closer. Trinity sucked on your tongue while her fingers pumped inside your cunt. “Mmn- mmf,” you whimpered as you tried to push your tongue back against hers. She pulled away for a second and looked at your face while you caught your breath. “Don't be shy, as if this is our first time,” she teased while she kept her fingers moving deep in your hole. You let out a needy whine and grabbed the back of her neck to pull her into another kiss.

She caught your bottom lip between her teeth and sucked on it before she shoved her tongue back into your mouth. Your tongues flicked and pushed against each other to fight for dominance while the wet sounds of the kiss filled the room. “Hngh- hah-,” you gasped into the kiss while she thrust her fingers inside of you faster. You tried to keep up with her when she led the kiss, and your pussy tightened around her fingers. You arched your back as the feeling grew more overwhelming, and you gripped her hair tighter.

Trinity pulled back again just enough to break the kiss and her forehead pressing against yours. “Mmn- I-I feel like I’m close,” you whispered while your eyes were closed and your breath hitched. She let out a grunt and didn't stop her fingers' movement. “Yeah? Are you going to cum on my fingers?” she asked the moment she leaned back so she could watch your face. You nodded needily against her and let out a soft sob. “Uh-huh- please- let me,” you pleaded as you felt your walls start to pulse around her fingers.

“Mmm,” Trinity hummed in satisfaction while her fingers continued to work inside you. “Open your eyes and look at me, then ask again,” she ordered while she straightened her back to watch your face. You forced your eyes open as your breath came in short gasps and your fingers gripped the sheets. “P-please- can I cum? Trinity- please let me,” you pleaded while you felt your walls tightening around her hand. “Go on then, do it for me, baby,” Trinity whispered while she thrust her fingers faster into your cunt. Her thumb continues to rub your clit in circles, and she uses her free hand to reach up for your tit.

“Hngh- ahh- fuck- it feels so good,” you moaned while she rolled your nipple between her fingers. You arched your back and tried to keep your eyes on hers while the friction between your legs became too much to handle. “I love you- Trinity- I love you so much,” you sobbed while you felt the pressure building behind your stomach. Trinity let out a soft grunt, and she didn’t look away from your blown pupils. “I know, baby, I love you too,” she murmured while she kept her fingers moving deep inside you. You let out a long, breathy sound before you finally came all over her hand, and your pussy soaked her fingers.

Trinity kept her fingers moving inside your cunt while you finished coming. “Hngh- mo more,” you whined as your cum gushed out and formed a visible ring around her knuckles. She watched it coat her skin, but her fingers didn’t slow. “I know, baby,” she responded while she looked at your messy pussy. You let out a shaky breath and tried to push her hand away weakly. The wet sounds from her fingers thrusting grew louder while your cum dripped onto the sheets. You pouted at her and tried to close your legs to hide yourself.

“Don't do that,” Trinity said while she used her strength to shove your thighs wide open again. She watched your pussy lips pulse around her fingers for a few seconds before she finally slid them out of your hole. “N-no- please- I'm too sensitive,” you whimpered as you felt the cold air against your wet skin. She leaned down between your legs and looked at the cum smeared all over your folds. You tried to shift away, but she gripped your hips to keep you in place. “I'm just going to clean it up,” Trinity murmured while she pressed her face against your inner thigh.

You let out a thin whine and gripped her hair as her tongue lapped at your clit. She licked the cum off your skin and sucked on your sensitive clit until the mess was gone. “Mmm- oh god- it's too much,” you gasped while she cleaned every inch of your pussy with flat tongue. She kept her tongue moving over your folds until she licked up every drop of your cum. Trinity pulled away and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand while she watched your legs shake. Trinity sat up and guided her wet fingers toward your mouth.

“Clean them for me,” she murmured while she watched you take her index and middle fingers into your mouth. You sucked them clean of your cum while your breath began to even out. She pulled them away once they were dry, and she wiped her hand on her shirt. “What do you need? Some water? Do you want me to get a towel and clean you up now?” she asked while she looked at your thighs. You let out a small hum and looked away as if you were thinking about her offer. “Can I have something sweet? Like a candy?” you asked while you looked back at her.

Trinity let out a short chuckle, and she shook her head while she reached for the nightstand. “Why are you laughing?” you questioned as you watched her hand move toward the drawer. “Nothing,” she responded while she pulled the drawer open to look for your treat. You realized in that moment that she always did this after sex, and it felt like a reward system she had built for you. Your face starts to warm up because it almost feels like a star from a teacher because you did something good, and you were actually looking forward to getting it every time you two fuck.

She pulled a small candy out, and she sat back against the headboard beside you. “Here you go,” Trinity said while she handed it to you. You bring it into your mouth the moment you unwrap it, and she reached out to pull you down. She guided your head until you were lying on her lap, and her hand settled on your shoulder. “You totally do this on purpose with the candy,” you mumbled while you sucked on the candy and looked up at her. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she replied while she ran her thumb over your cheek.

“Mmn, you eat me so good that I’m going to make you the best sandwich for your shift tomorrow,” you joked while you sucked the candy in your mouth. Trinity let out a breathy laugh, and her hand came up to brush a stray hair from your forehead. “You’re such a sweet girl for that,” she whispered while she looked down at you with a soft expression. You smiled back at her and felt the sweetness from the treat coat your tongue. She ran her thumb over your bottom lip while she watched your mouth move while eating the candy. Your legs were still a little shaky from the orgasm, but you felt comfortable in her lap.

“I’m not even joking about it,” you added before you lick her thumb teasingly. She let you lick her thumb for a moment until you don’t feel like it anymore before she moves it away to caress your shoulder. “I’ll buy those fruits you like or maybe some flowers on my way home too,” you promised while you watched her face. A bit of redness spread across her cheeks, and she looked away toward the far wall. She reached down to pinch your cheek with her free hand as if she was trying to hide her reaction. You let out a quiet giggle and pulled her hand, which she used to pinch your cheek, close to your lips to kiss her palm.

“Stop it, you’re being too much,” Trinity muttered while she tried to sound annoyed, but failing miserably. You just shook your head and leaned your face into her touch before you heard her let out a quiet sigh. “I’m serious, Trinity, I want to do it,” you insisted while you looked up into her eyes, and you felt her fingers playing with the skin at your neck. She leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead while she pulled you closer against her chest. “I think I could get used to you taking care of me like this,” she whispered while her eyes lingered on yours.

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⠀⠀⠀ twenty-twenty-six © addie / musingsofheaven.

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[moonwcters]

I'll take the night shift ╱ trinity santos

🫧 。໒ྀི ₊˚⊹ you’re working a night shift and updating trinity

contents ✴︎ trinity santos x fem!reader . smau . it is NOT casual or whatever bs that was with garcia . living together . trinity is a gleek cus i said so

suki’s notes ⊹ ࣪ ᧔ෆ᧓ ˖ first fic in forever wow... this is super boring i’m so sorry but this was fun to make so whatever lol trinity might be a little ooc. . . masterlist

MOONWCTERS WORKS © please don’t copy my works

[str4wbsstuff]

hyperspermia omega dennis whitaker with a breeding kink. oh not for himself tho, he has it for you. you may also be an omega but that doesn’t stop the urge he gets everytime he spills into you…

the urge to fuck it inside as deep as he can, to press on your lower stomach so he can feel how he buries himself to the hilt. something inside him wants you knocked up. he loses himself in it, each and every time he finishes inside. the overwhelming amount of cum he produces always makes you whine out. the warmth leaking into you in long never ending pumps, cock twitching against your warm walls wildly while he feeds it to you.

needs you overflowing with his spend until it’s seeping out around where he’s nestled deep. but unfortunately there’s just so much, too much for your exhausted hole to keep inside. not enough space to keep his sweet gift safe.

when he pulls out and sees how it gushes from you, dripping down the curve of your ass and pooling beneath you. he lets out the most pitiful whine, tears lining his lashes in sorrow.

nononono. you need to keep it, hold it inside. he wants it to take, needs it too. even though he knows there’s no real way it could. his heart tells him so. you tremble harshly, hiccuping out sobs. with each tremor of your body more slips free joining the sticky mess.

if he could knot you this would all be okay, but he can’t so he huffs. emotional, that’s how he feels.

mind hazy and eyes glassed over with the unbearable desire to leave his seed in the deepest parts of you. frustration begins to creep up his neck hotly. he feels like he’s underwater, head swimming.

your voice muffled and far off, your lips are moving but it falls on deaf ears. more? are you asking for more..? that must be it..you want it as bad as he does. your head is shaking, that’s a weird way to nod, you’re fucked out so he understands that you might not know up from down right now. maybe you want to cum again, that’s okay. he’s gonna get you there like he always does.

he strokes a hand down your cheek swiping at wet tears. ah, you’re crying like he is, you crave him like he craves you. an insatiable longing to be connected once more. dennis’s heart swells. eyes traveling further he sees your hole clench and unclench around nothing. he frowns.

poor thing, you need him. more of him. all of him. god he loves you so much, you’re going to look heavenly carrying his child to term. he’ll find a way. he’s always been a problem solver.

so he has no choice but to give you more, all of what he has until his arms shake beneath his weight. muscles screaming at him to stop. neck barely able to support his head at this point.

but that does not deter him because when his arms give out. his hips continue to weakly rut into you as he lays atop you. chest to sweaty chest skin molding together in the heat of it all. fatigued arms wrapped around your head holding you close.

grinding every last bit into you until he’s emptied all he has, exhaustion fully taking him over. eyes slipping shut unintentionally and going slack atop your already sleeping form.

@missmanlykink I was inspired.

[southernsgothic]

idk. i js love my life 🥹

[sutphinblvdlvr]

please dennis let me suck it

[lesbianshepard]

[wesandresons]

not now, i am self-inserting into a situation

[str4wbsstuff]

“say it and I wont move out, cmon just admit it.”

dennis whitaker when i find you i will suck your dick so hard your ancestors will feel it. my tongue will be so far down your throat imma taste your stomach acid. im gonna bend you over till you touch your toes n my strap gonna be so deep in your ass youre gonna swear you feel it in your throat and imma jerk you off until you’re shooting blanks like a held up soldiers riffle. you will be quivering and dazed to the point where youre not sure who you are. eyes are gonna be rolled back so fucking far you can count the folds on your brain. imma put it on you so fucking hard youre gonna have a compound femoral shaft fracture. you’re not getting up until the whole house is flooded. by the time we finished youre gonna be an attending. imma take it to the base and then some. im gonna fuck you so hard n long that when were done the cure to cancer will be readily available. im gonna drain you so fucking dry the sahara will not hold a candle to the absolute lack of moisture in your body.

that new episode was so freaking good guys!!

[kissophile]

under the influence

dennis whitaker x resident!reader

summary: some inappropriate touching after accidental intoxication is all it takes to send huckelberry over the edge

warnings: filth. mdni. female reader ( she/ her used ), sub!huckleberry, kinda dom!reader (but not much time given to that), use of pet names, light smut, implied pervy!dennis, keep in mind the touch/ affection is mutual even if they both think it’s not, we love a mutual crush, no non-con here, implied small age gap

notes: …not proof read i just needed my idea out of my head, but i hope you enjoy!

“holy fuck!” she screamed. the needle went in deep. between the struggle of trying to hold down an uncontrollable six foot seven patient, an intern stuck her senior resident with something over 13 mg of ketamine.

“i’m so sorry! i didn’t mean to!” the poor girl squealed. doctor robby ran to the door to yell across the floor, “i need a gurney!” those remaining around the unruly patient continued to struggle to hold him down.

the resident shook her head, attempting to fight off the sedative. “no it’s alright, i’m about to go on the trip of a lifetime.” adrenaline seemed to be the only thing keeping her on her feet. she held her hand in her palm, a wave of wooziness suddenly washing over her. she mumbled, “down.”

“what?” student doctor dennis whitaker had poked his head in through the double doors, holding one side open, waiting for the nurses to run in with a gurney.

“falling down.” is all she could slur before the world went dark.

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she released a long, drunken hello, marbled by her dry throat. whitaker smiled, “hi.” he slightly adjusted the blood pressure cuff on her upper arm. “i’ll be quick, i promise,” he whispered. she nodded slowly. her head felt like it was a million pounds and weightless all at the same time.

his fingers grazed against her skin as he quickly tested the space beneath the cuff to make sure it was tight enough. had his hands always been so large? and his fingers so tough with callouses?

“was i sleeping?” she mused as the plastic cuff tightened around her arm. whitaker, taking note of her charts, shook his head. “you got stuck with an accidental dose of ketamine. fun, huh? yeah. you uh fell. pretty hard. we thought maybe you hit your head on the way down so we gave you a ct scan. you had just succumb to the sedation. how do you feel?”

she groaned, “i’m really sleepy. i miss you.” whitaker lowered the tablet, “i’m right here,” he chuckled. “no.” she patted the spot next to her in bed with a heavy hand, “you’re not.” she licked her dry lips, “you’re always so warm. i’m cold. c’mere. pretty please, denny?” she pleaded with half lidded eyes. her hands slowly stretched outwards towards her coworker. whitaker’s face flooded with a pink flush, all the way from his cheeks, down his neck, to the tips of his ears. the blood pressure cuff deflated with a loud beeping on the monitor.

“oh uhm…” his mouth hung slightly open in shock. it simply made him all the more handsome in her hazy, heavily intoxicated eyes. the way his wet, plush lips parted, she just wanted to slot her “fingers -

“what?” whitaker suddenly drew his hands up defensively. she shook her head as if to clear something out. she responded, “what did i say?” those big blue eyes wide as saucers, he quickly undid the cuff on her arm, pulling it off and setting it aside. he was suddenly nervous. “i’m - i’m gonna push a little bit of flumazenil now that we know you’re stable. it’ll - it - well you know, you’re a… doctor. uhm, and i have some ondansetron - zofran. zofran. so you can eat. i’m gonna, uh -“

in a gloved hand he plucked the pill from a white capsule cup off the counter. he held it up as if to show it off. “we could inject it, but since you haven’t eaten today, we’ll let it dissolve under your tongue so that it doesn’t have as many adverse effects on your tummy. sorry - stomach. i give this to a lot of children.”

whitaker lowered his hand, “say ‘ah.’” she shook her head and smiled up at him hazily, jaw shut tight. he huffed in building frustration, “doctor -“

“what’s the magic word denny?” she cooed. the intern sighed. he looked tired. he shrugged limply, figuring she was just arguing to argue. she encouraged, “say ‘please, doctor!’ c’mon, be a good boy.” her heavily euphoric mind had her flirting with her colleague.

whitaker swallowed harshly. he had always admired his superior. the dichotomy of her bedside manner, her overwhelming kindness and her crass sense of humor - reserved only for the colleagues who she knew could handle it - was violently charming.

once he had seen her at a bar. it was a weekend and she was wearing clean heels and a tight mini dress. she was flirting with a man too old for her. in fear of feeling like a pest, he sat across the bar. he watched for hours. she traced her polished fingertips over a ladder in her stockings as she spoke. she spun her hair in a tight coil around her finger nervously. she brushed his arm, she slipped her hand up his thigh. she delicately picked up her glass and slipped a twenty beneath it. after what felt like an eternity, she stood, pressed her purse into her side and pulled at her skirt. she left. he hid himself behind the rim of his glass when she passed by. then he left too. whitaker spent the rest of the night touching himself to the thought of her exposed thighs. he had never seen her in a tight dress. he had never seen the bare skin of her legs before. it was only ever baggy scrubs and messy buns. if only she’d let him kiss her there. at the crest of her pelvis. he’d spend hours between her legs and plead for more like a man starved.

so his look softened. a sudden lust pooled in his stomach. hot and needy. his brow scrunched up in a perfectly pathetic arch. surely she meant nothing of it. it was a cruel, crass joke. still, his pants were becoming uncomfortably tight.

“p - please…” he cleared his throat quickly, “please, doctor.” it almost sounded like a moan.

she gently parted her lips. whitaker’s brows furrowed. he cradled her chin with his free hand and pressed his fingers into her cheeks, forcing her jaw wider. oh what he’d do to see her like this on her knees. preferably sober. he’d brush his head around her silken lips -

she lightly giggled and lifted her tongue. whitaker pressed the pill into the underside of her mouth with two fingers. she closed her lips around his touch.

his body stiffened, “ah -“ he squeaked. she sucked gently, tongue circling around his fingertips until his gloved fingers left her mouth with a harsh pop.

the intern swung around. he gathered his things in his arms. he was being completely inappropriate. she pouted, “don’t go,” she whined. he blinked his big, nervous eyes, “i’m gonna get you a sandwich. i’ll be back.”

she puffed out her lips and threw her head back like a child. her lower lip quivered and suddenly she was letting out tired, dry sobs. she felt childish and silly, but she also felt like she was completely out of her mind. everything was distant and dreamlike. so she laid her head back and cried until she eventually fell asleep again.

“hey,” his soft voice beckoned her into the waking world. whitaker brushed his thumb against the apple of her cheek to swipe away a rolling tear. she palmed at her eyes until she could make out the redheaded country boy through her fingers.

she giggled like a school girl, “hi, huckleberry!” he winced, “you too now, huh?” his face was so close. he smiled lightly, “here’s lunch.” he laid a giant, wrapped sub in her covered lap. it was only when she looked down that she realized she was dressed in a gown. those expensive scrubs she wore for her slow day, probably torn up to pieces somewhere, knowing dr. robby. her hunger outweighed her surprise.

“oh i could fuck the shit out of you right now little farmer boy,” she groaned as she quickly unwrapped the sandwich. she took a likely dangerous bite. he cleared his throat. maybe it was the drugs, the euphoric hallucinogen boiling under her skin. but she swore, in that fleeting moment, between the beeps of the monitor and the bustling noise outside, she heard a small, quaint, “please,” fall from whitaker’s lips in a whiny sigh.

the pallid farmer turns on his heel toward her iv before she can think about it much. “we are going to up the anti-sedative, alright? sometimes it makes your heart beat a little bit faster, so tell me if you feel anything strange.” his bedside voice is so sweet. so gentle. what was his… under… bed voice like? yeah, she’s definitely still high.

“sorry i don’t know why i’m explaining, you know all this. i don’t mean any disrespect.” he bit his lip nervously. between a mouthful of the best sub she’s ever had - no tomatoes ( something she had offhandedly mentioned to whitaker ) - she yelled, “yeah respect your superiors! i don’t know where i am. i don’t care. i could put my dick in this sandwich.” he loudly laughed, out of shock more than anything. she covered her mouth, “oh fuck sorry.” but he didn’t seem to mind, he burst out suddenly in a slew of loud laughs. she laughed with him, groggily. highly. closing her eyes as she continued to down her food.

when the boy had finally calmed down, she added, “i think i’m still tripping.” whitaker nodded in agreement. he heavily sat in a rolling stool and leaned into the railings of her bed. he scrubbed the back of his neck, “i’ll… i’ll stay with you for a bit, til you fall back asleep. no aspiration before you’re released.”

she put up a lazy thumb. it took her a while to eat, and she mostly had quiet, odd thoughts. happy ones. still odd. as she reached the end of her footlong, she asked, “have you considered prostitution? or elder care. you’re such a sweetheart.” bringing her sandwich to her lips she added, “just wanna eat you.”

thankfully, she didn’t see the red flushing whitaker’s face. in an attempt to match her humor, he mumbled, “i have a pretty steep price.”

she hummed, “yeah? i’d spend all my er money on that fine piece… of…” she had the sudden conscious to sensor herself. whitaker waited, eyebrows raised. when she didn’t finish, he slapped his hands on his thighs and stood up suddenly, as if he had been fixated in a trance. the sound drew her eyes to his lap. his bulge was pressing against his trousers like a big red arrow screaming ‘look at me!’ one big, big arrow.

a smirk cracked across her face and she drew her gaze down to her now empty lap. she was high, and she knew she was probably seeing things. but if not, what exactly had she said to give whitaker so little room in his pants?

“i’m gonna, uh, grab you some water. need anything else? there are popsicles in the staff room. pink ones.” he grabbed the trash from between her legs. he brushed his hand across her bare thighs to clear the crumbs. she suddenly grabbed his wrist.

whitaker paused. she pressed his hand firmly into her plush thigh. his wide eyes met her own. he took his chance and groped it. his thin, calloused fingers instinctively dig into her flesh. one squeeze, two. his eyes fluttered lightly and he croons toward her. melting at her touch.

“one pink popsicle please,” she pats the poor boy’s hand politely. the anti-sedation was kicking in, but not enough to stop her from succumbing to lust.

dennis whitaker. polite, shy, lean under those messy scrubs. he pulled his hand away like he had been scorched. he nodded, and rushed out the double doors of the room.

he was gone for too long. maybe he got distracted or maybe he was with a patient. without the occupation of a purpose, a thick wave of lethargy wracked her body. her racing thoughts quieted, and before she knew it she was dreaming again.

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she took a handful of days off, using her pierced hand as an excuse to lay around and watch tv. the woman boiled in her embarrassment for the same amount of time. why did it have to be dennis who took care of her. why couldn’t she hold her tongue. it was all a hazy memory, but she remembered pressing his hand atop her thighs, and the wetness left between her legs afterwards. when she finally returned, she avoided dennis like the plague. until finally there was a lull in the er and she caught the farm boy filing paperwork on the computer.

hands clasped behind her back, she greeted him, “hey, whitaker -“ the student furrowed his brow, she never called him whitaker. she continued quietly, warm breath tickling his ear as she leaned down, “can i speak to you in private.”

he shot up. his chair loudly rolled back a few inches. “i’ll take my lunch!” he drew a few eyes. she chuckled, “uh yeah, perfect, sure.”

dennis quickly handed his patients off to an attending before following her into the staff room. he closed the door quietly behind them. she thought she heard the lock click. she leaned against the wall, waiting for him to berate her, call her a slut. and when silence lingered in the air, he finally asked, “what’s up?”

she ran a hand over her face, heart beating in her throat. “i just wanted to apologize for last week.” dennis’s eyes had that look. big and glossy, like he could cry on command. he cracked a small smile, “oh - pft -“ he waved the thought away, “that’s not necessary.”

she shook her head violently. “yes it is. i’m so embarrassed. i was acting completely inappropriate. high or not, i should have never spoken to a colleague that way. especially a subordinate. as a senior resident i should have much more self control. i am so sorry and i don’t want this to effect our friendship or relationship. i just want to pretend it never happened.”

dennis’s smile dropped ever so slightly. “i mean, you were on ketamine,” he offered. if she didn’t know better, she’d say he almost sounded disappointed. she laughed gratefully, “a lot of it.”

“do you remember what you said?” he dug his hands into his pockets, picking at his fingers beneath the fabric. she crossed her arms and cleared her throat, “…well, just a few things. i remember asking you about prostitution, and uh, how much i would pay for it. and… well…” letting you grope my inner thigh. “that’s it really.” a pathetic laugh passed her lips as she internally pleaded for sympathy.

he took a few steps closer in the tiny room and nearly closed the space between them. she pressed herself closer to the wall, anything to avoid touching him, hurting him. corrupting him. she could feel his breath as he spoke. “so you didn’t bring me here to fuck me?”

her heart dropped to her stomach. “what?!” she laughed incredulously. she put her hands up, “dennis - whitaker. no. i wouldn’t -“

“you wouldn’t?” his face was all pouty, like a keening puppy. his eyes were wide and lips slightly plump. he was playing with her, but he wasn’t joking. he was toying. teasing.

no, he wasn’t. it was whitaker, too young for her, too pretty for anybody… for anybody but her. “denny -“ she scrunched her eyes closed and palmed at them harshly, searching for the right thing to say. trying to press perverted thoughts from her swirling mind.

before she could breathe another word, dennis lunged forward. he grabbed her wrists and held them at her side. her eyes widened. he kissed her. it was sloppy and broken. teeth clashed wildly and tongues danced. eventually she broke free of his grasp and buried her hands in his short hair. she was being smothered by his lips. lightheaded and heaving the hot breath he passed into her mouth.

he pulled away panting. his lips were kiss chapped. he began to kiss a trail from her cheek to her collarbone. “when i left that day… i went to the bathroom…” he muttered, slightly nipping at a her neck. he soothed the burn with his tongue, licking a stripe across the now red mark before planting a gentle kiss. he continued in a whisper, “i fucked my hand and pretended it was yours.”

“oh fuck” she groaned. her head reared back and hit the drywall. every doubt she had melted from her body. so did her inhibitions. she harshly pushed dennis away.

“beg for it.” she didn’t have to ask, he dropped to his knees the second she spoke. he crawled. just a few paces, just to close the space between them again. he stopped at her feet, big blue eyes doing the pleading on their own.

“please? i need you so bad,” he whined. “the second i saw you. i saw you, at the bar on main. in your pretty dress -“ he sat up on his heels, and a hand slipped under her pant leg and pushed up her smooth calf. his hips jolted forward ever so slightly. “your legs are so pretty. your thighs - i just wanna bite into them, kiss them, lick you up. i could be so good to you. please let me be good for you?”

a weak moan escaped her lips. before she could respond -

“hello? you can’t lock the fucking break room door, c’mon, man. my lunch is in there?!” it was santos. of course it was fucking santos. banging on the door like a lunatic. dennis shot up, hoping she wasn’t tall enough to see his head pop up in the door’s window.

she laughed quietly and pointed to his crotch. he followed her finger downwards. there was a wet spot pooling through his blue scrubs. blue because he had been thrown up on not once, but twice in fifteen minutes.

whitaker yelped, “sorry! just a second!” he tried to wipe at the spot, but he only smeared it further down his crotch. she covered her huge smile with a polite hand. he shot a glare at her, but with how things were going, she was sure he’d get off on the embarrassment later. “fuck!” he squealed.

covering his crotch in a very obvious way, whitaker approached the door. she took a seat in one of the stiff chairs, and buried her head in her hands.

as dennis opened the door, he slipped out with his back turned to his roommate. santos watched him run across the er floor with a raised brow. the door swung shut behind her as she went to open the fridge. “what the fuck is wrong with him?”

[femalegifsource]

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[gelphiefuckyeah]

it is genuinely so fucking adorable this was her reaction to gelphie being brought up :,) and then both of them saying they love us

[southernsgothic]

her smile got SO damn wide, God, i love this woman 😭😭

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[pusola]

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