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Yo Abbot do me a favor lemme fuck on your dad bod

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hiiii !!! can a please request a titus danfortu blurb? im kinda basic bc i love "hates everyone but her/you" 😳. and possibly also sugar daddy!titus? at your discretion... <33 tysm

Hihihi!! Yooo I fw sugar daddy!titus HEAVILY 🤤 I luv both of these tho!!!

CW: sugar daddy!titus danforth, implied age gap (no ages established), Titus calls reader "bunny", other pet names in use, no use of y/n, reader is kind of naive/doesn't know what she got herself into, daddy kink, allusions to sex (no smut), Titus is a weird pervert, kinda ooc but sue me, NOT PROOFREAD 😓 (I'll probably edit it soon)

Being Titus Danforth's sugar baby

It started out as a fling. Something small and unimportant to Titus. To him, you were just something to use, to keep his stamina in tact, and to spend all his "useless" money (as he calls it) on.

But over time, it became more. Not an established relationship, because nothing was ever established with Titus. But what was thought to be a couple months of fun before he got bored and found someone else, turned into a year. And he didn't seem to be bored... yet. You attended all like banquets charity events as his plus one.. yet all you were was a plaything to him. Something he could waste his money on without care.

You practically lived at the Danforth estate. You stayed in the guest room which was decorated to your liking and closet filled to the brim (courtesy of Titus). You never stayed in Titus' room. Only when he wanted you there. Other than that, you stayed in your room or wandering around the property.

Today was like any other. Slow. Today was a rare occurrence where you actually woke up in Titus' bed. You had nothing on, only a comforter draped lazily across your body. This made you remember the mess of last night. Teeth clashing, spit mingling, hips thrusting...

Titus was nowhere to be seen, until he came out from the bathroom that connected to his room. He was fully clothed in contrast to you. To you, he looked like an angel. Perfect in every way, except he wasn't. He was psychotic. And you knew this. That was one of the reasons you haven't left yet.

"Bunny's awake, isn't she?" Titus spoke condescendingly. He was always either condescending or sarcastic, no in between.

You looked at him with groggy, half open eyes. Your vision was blurred from just waking up, and from squinting.

You mumbled something incoherent, too tired (and still fucked out) to properly form words.

Titus sat on the edge of the bed by your side. His smile was practically malicious. He grabbed your face, squeezing your cheeks together to make your lips pucker. He placed a hard kiss on your lips, because Titus was never gentle.

"Look at what I have, Babygirl." He said before pulling his wallet out of his pants pocket.

This woke you up right away. You loved his wallet. You loved that you never ever had to worry about spending your own money, which you didn't even have. "Seriously?" You mumbled. But you knew he was serious. That's why you two were.. whatever you were.

Titus nodded, that same wicked smirk still plastered on his face. "Of course. What kind of Daddy would I be if I didn't spoil my girl?"

He saw that you were flustered, and he loved it. He lived for embarrassing you. His little girl. You stayed silent.

"What do you say, Bunny?" He asked, his face only centimeters away from yours. His grip on your face moved down to your jaw, creeping down to your neck.

You hesitated.

"...Thank you, Daddy." You said. A small, cute smile appeared on your face.

"You're very welcome, Sweet girl," He kissed you again. "Now go get dressed."

"Yes, sir," You said, getting up from his bed and walking into the connected bathroom.

"Good girl." He muttered to himself before slapping your ass, smirk to himself before getting up off the bed and walked out of his bedroom.

a/n: sorry if this took long (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) I've been super busy sos.. also sorry if this is absolutely shat 👀 tysm for the ask!!

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Okay guys finally bringing my ideas to LIFE! Who's excited!!!! No one.. okay cool...

CW: Nurse!reader, fem!reader, James Ogilvie x reader, Dennis Whitaker x reader, no direct cheating.. yet... 👀, part one of two! Not proofread (again)

Find part two here!

Word count: 945

"You deserve the world. He can't give you that."

Being James Ogilvie's girlfriend was a chore. Along with handling nursing school, and being a student doctor at PTMC of all places, everything was too much for you. Especially because you were the only one putting effort into your relationship.

Sure, James was super busy too, you understood that. He was a med student himself, after all. But he still had enough free time on his hands to at least act like a boyfriend. But no, it was all your efforts. You made sure to see him whenever you had the time, you always brought him lunch because you knew him, and you knew he never had time to make it himself. You've been together for a little over three years, but it was slowly starting to feel like he just... didn't care.

Everyone in the ED saw this. Some, more than others. Especially one person. Dennis Whitaker could always tell, since you started being student doctor there, that you were being neglected by your boyfriend. And he hated it. He hated seeing you get ignored and pushed to the side by some dickhead who you try to tell yourself you love. But he can't give you the time of day? Unbelievable. Especially because Dennis knows he could treat you so much better.

And he did. He always showed a soft spot for you, no matter how unprofessional it truly was, you deserved to be acknowledged for your talent and character. It made you feel good, even if it also made you feel a little guilty... You were with James after all. Either way, you and Dennis grew closer over the past few months.

Dennis took notice the first week of you being at PTMC. Not just your failing relationship, but you too. You were beautiful, and you deserved someone who would acknowledge that. He would. He would worship you, be so lucky to walk by your side, kiss the ground you walked on just to know he was yours. James wouldn't do that.

It was 4pm, three hours until the end of shift. It was particularly slow day, of course the usual traumas but nothing out of the ordinary. You had barely seen James all shift, and you felt miserable. Mainly because you were pretty sure he was ignoring you.

You sat at the nurse's station, you hand holding up your head as you sat there, doing nothing. That was until Frank Langdon came up to you and tapped your shoulder.

"Hey, cool teaching case with Whitaker. Go check it out." He offered before walking away.

You practically jumped at the opportunity. A chance to learn something new, and with Dennis! But you really got excited when you saw James standing across from Dennis, a patient's bed between them. You looked at James, then Dennis, and you couldn't help but smile wider when your eyes met Dennis.

Soon enough, Dennis excused all of you guys while he went to work on an upcoming trauma. It was just you and James, and somehow... It was awkward. You were with your boyfriend of three years, and you felt like strangers.

"You were really good in there," you finally spoke, "You handled the patient really well." You looked up at him with such loving eyes, even if they were starting to become insincere.

"Yeah, thanks." He said, before just walking away. What stung was that he didn't even look at you.

You stood outside of the patients room for a minute, frozen in shock. What the hell? The most he could have done was look at you, but no. You tried not to let it get to you, but you couldn't help it.

You looked at the nurse's station, and immediately locked eyes with Dennis. He was staring... watching that very embarrassing interaction. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you even more embarrassed. You walked away. To your locker, to the lounge, anywhere away from either of them. You felt like you were gonna die.

You managed to find your way to the lounge, and you sat down in one of the chairs. You had you head in your hands when Dennis walked in.

"Hey..." He spoke softly, closing the door behind him. He put his hand on your shoulder, standing there before sitting down across from you at the small table.

"Hi." You groaned. You didn't look up at him for a while. When you did, he was just... staring. Not creepily, but sweetly. His eyes full of sympathy and most definitely pity. You two stared at each other for awhile, you waited for him to speak again.

He didn't quite get the hint, he was never good with that stuff. "I, uh, saw that. Before, with Ogilvie." He paused, "I'm sorry."

"There's nothing to be sorry about. You didn't do anything."

"Right... Right. But I'm sorry that happened." Again, he paused before speaking again. He spoke quietly this time, "He doesn't deserve you."

"What?" You were shocked. Of course you knew that, deep down you knew that James didn't deserve you. Nor did he want you. But either way, you never expected Dennis to actually say something like that.

"...You deserve the world. He can't give you that."

You were silent for a while, processing everything that just happened within 20 seconds.

"Do you... Do you wanna come over. To my place.. after shift?" It took you all the confidence you had to actually say that. You just invited your resident to your apartment. Were you insane? Apparently.

It took him a while to respond. Every second of silence made you regret your proposal even more. Until he spoke.

"I'd love to."

a/n: it's done!!! I'm so sorry this took so long oops... I'm also sorry if this is bad.......... Like I said this is part one of two! So yeah let me know if you guys actually want a part two cause then I'll start writing asap!

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Yo guys... blurb ideas... ples....

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Part two!!!! I'm hyped are you guys hyped :3

CW: SMUT, MDNI!!! Infidelity, cheating, Dennis Whitaker x reader, oral (f!receiving) , pet names (babydoll), plot w/ porn

Word count: 1.1k

"You deserve the world. He can't give you that."

Part 2/2 - find part one here!

You thought you had completely humiliated yourself when you asked your resident, Dennis Whitaker to come over to your apartment after this shift. Surprisingly, you didn't.

When he actually accepted and said "I'd love to." You thought you lost your mind. It finally settled in your mind that you did that. And it worked. And now Dennis was going to your apartment tonight.

You had settled on a time. 8:30pm. You figured today was a slow day, and there was no reason to stay overtime any later than 8 o'clock, and your place was like 10 minutes away. It was self explanatory.

You nervously said, "I'm excited. I'll see you there."

You're excited? Jesus Christ, what a way to throw yourself at him. You thought to yourself while you walked out of the lounge. You looked back at Dennis with a smile. Afterwards, he sat where he was. For a while.

It was 7:30pm when you finally got off work. You didn't see Dennis at all after the interaction in the lounge. You didn't worry too much about it, though.

When you got home, you rushed into the shower. To say it was an everything shower was an understatement. You washed, scrubbed, exfoliated, shaved.. over and over again until your vanilla bean body wash was permanently soaked into your skin.

Then you sat and did nothing. You tried reading, watching TV, anything. But you couldn't. Your mind was elsewhere. Your mind was on Dennis.

Like the beautiful, punctual man he was, he knocked on your door at 8:30 exactly. Not a second before or after. You practically jumped up from the couch when you heard it. You made sure to look through the peephole, just to confirm it was him, but you knew it was.

"Hi. Just uh.. wait a sec, please," you said. You didn't even do anything, just stood there taking deep breaths. Before finally opening the door.

Once your anxiety wore down and you became less awkward, you two actually had a nice conversation. You talked about work, life outside of work (which was very little), relationships old and new...

That's when Dennis started looking around, and noticed everything in this apartment looked like... you. Nothing of James'.

"Yeah, he uh.. said he didn't wanna move in until he graduated med school. Said it would be a 'distraction' otherwise.." you explained, kind of embarrassed.

Dennis didn't really know what to say. He just let out a small 'oh'.

After a while, you guys started talking again. Anything that came to mind.

"God, I'm such a bad host. Do you want anything to eat or drink?" you asked as you stood up, the embarrassment slowly increased.

"Oh uh.. no, I'm okay," He paused. "I'm perfectly content right here." He said with a soft smile, a hand just as soft if not softer reaching for your knee.

You froze. Okay cool. This is happening and I'm not crazy! Cool. You thought to yourself, internally freaking out. You smiled back. That was all you could do.

You can't even remember how it happened, but his hand reaching for you led to you reaching for him, and soon enough you were making out with Dennis Whitaker.

You wanted to be ashamed. You had a boyfriend after all. But you couldn't bring yourself to care at this moment. Everything felt good. It felt like your soul left your body, and you weren't even controlling your ragged breaths or quick movements. It was like you were outside of it all, watching it happen.

You eventually got to your bedroom, and that's when you actually started freaking out.

This was actually happening. Oh my god. You almost couldn't believe it, like it was one of those dreams that felt so real.

"You're okay with this, right?" Dennis asked before doing anything.

"Yes. God, yes."

You couldn't help but let out a small whimper as Dennis pulled down your shorts and panties, the cold air hitting your already soaking cunt.

"Jesus Christ..." Dennis moaned out just at the sight of you, all vulnerable and absolutely beautiful. It took him a while before he actually did anything. He was just staring, admiring all of you while you were sprawled out for him.

"You look... Beautiful." He said, kissing up your bare thighs, becoming closer and closer to the growing heat in between them.

"S-shut up," you looked away from him, blushing and sweating even more profusely. You never knew how to take compliments, since you rarely ever got them anymore.

Then he practically dove in, lapping and swirling his tongue around your swollen, achy clit. It was definitely a shock to you. You weren't expecting it so quickly and out of nowhere. But you did not protest.

"Mmh- Fuck!" You moaned, nothing but pleasure running through your veins at this moment.

"Jesus," he pulled away, "tastes so good. Bet he doesn't do this to you, huh?" He asked, looking up at you from between your legs. He wasn't really asking you, because he knew. He knew he didn't.

Dennis continued working with his mouth on you, saliva pooling at the corners of his mouth before dripping onto the bed. A mixture of fluids, spit and arousal covered your sheets.

When he moved his hand up, you could almost tell what was coming. Soon enough he was pumping his pointer and middle fingers in and out of you, his thumb rubbing rhythmed circles over your clit.

You were pretty much falling apart. You could feel the knot in your stomach build up, and it was becoming unbearable. He was still using his tongue, as well as his fingers. You could feel yourself becoming overstimulated. But you didn't hate it.

"Dennis- 'm gonna-" you barely could get out the words, being a stuttering mess and all.

"Gonna cum?" He asked, again, a rhetorical question. "That's okay. Let go f'me. Show me what I've been missing out on, 'n what he'll continue to."

You squirmed, whimpered, moaned, groaned, all of the above until you couldn't take it anymore more. Heat pooled out of you and onto Dennis's fingers and tongue. You thought he'd be disgusted. Did I really just do that? On him?? You thought to yourself. You were ashamed until you saw him lick his lips and suck the arousal off his fingers. Woah.

He moved up on the bed and to your side, and kissed you. You could taste yourself on him.

"I'm gonna clean you up, okay? You were amazing, babydoll," was all he said before getting up and going into your bathroom, getting a washcloth and wetting it.

a/n: so I actually don't know what my problem is with procrastinating shit but here it is.... I tried not to forget about this but it took me a while as you can tell... Also my first time writing smut.. how'd I do 🥺🥺 let me know how you guys liked it!

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Uncle!Pope Cody... Any takers....

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Dennis Whitaker who knows you're not getting what you need while you're with Ogilvie.. involve me.

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If I was in Ready Or Not 2 I fear stockholm syndrome would have gotten the best of me with Titus...