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hi i didn't really announce it bc i kinda...soft launched it but. all my muses live HERE now.
ย ย ย ย ย โ FROM ๐ DR. JACK ABBOT ( @jckabbt ) ย ย ย ย ย โช TO ๐ย DR. PARKER ELLIS ย ย ย ย ย ใย you canโt keep a secret, even in the dark. ใ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย THE SPARKLE IN HER EYE,ย the smirk on her lips, could only be described asย mischievous.ย unapologetic, and unbothered, as she gazes at him with blatant amusement. sometimesย ...ย sometimes, she really can't help digging, can't help poking every bear she sees, just to see if it will swing.ย messy and nosy,ย her mother had called her; but she preferred to think of it asย curious and experimental.ย she likes to know things, she likes to watch things unfoldย โ and day crew seems to have quite a few flaps and facets for her to open.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย even, it seems, some that overlap with the night staff, if the whispers and exchanged looks have told her anything. dr. parker ellis a good reader, a good listener. she's got a sharp eye and even keener ears; little slips by her, when spoken in her earshot, done in her eyesight. and if you managed to catch enough of her eye that she focuses on you ?ย god help you, and everyone involved.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย the only issue isย ...ย abbot knows that. he expects it from her, too well-versed in dodging her barbs and traps. she'll have to get creative with him. but not today, not right now, while she's already put him on guard. ย โย ย ย oh, i've keptย plentyย โ any rumors that are going around weren't spread by me. i'm just following the smoke to the fire. ย โ ย ย ย
It's stupid, it's so fucking stupid when it came down to it. The things he would do to Donomie, the things he would do for him? Immeasurable. Unbelievable. Fucking ridiculous. Sometimes, he felt like he was going mad from it. The man was everything he hated in the world - brash, stupid, clingy, loud - but how quickly he'd grown accustomed to it, how bizarrely fast he'd come to require it.
How fucking annoying it was because, when it came down to it, Wyatt hadn't had anything of him at all. Not a taste, not a minute inside his heat. Just - this, and not even really that. A single night of forced interaction, surrounded by previous nights of - of nothing. Tripping over his clothes, or his damned cat, and watching him eat shitty fast food on his furniture. Attitude and anger and violence and -
And nothing. Nothing to inspire the need he felt there. Nothing really at all to fuel the new itch he needed to scratch, the change in the violence that ticked under his skin.
Wyatt wanted Donomie, in all ways that mattered, in all the fucking ways that didn't. Need him in all the ways that left him feeling frustrated, angry.
And now that he had him? Strange how he wanted to savor it. Enjoy the soft noises and strange pliancy, the new obedience offered to him on a silver platter. Infuriatingly fucking funny how his own dick twitches in interest as Donomie answers him with a whimper, in a voice that he's never heard from him before, how his own blood boils as he considers what's being offered, and how quick he's been to take it.
Wrapped around his little fucked up fingers without even offering a feel. A thought that comes and goes with an annoyed noise, as hand slides lower. Rough fingers, and even rougher palm, brushing meanly against his nub before he finds home - or close to it. A laughter loosening the tension in his chest as he finds - predictably - Donomie waiting slick and hot beneath his fingertips.
"Seems I did break you a little, didn't I?" Choosing that moment to breach him, to slide not one but two fingers inside without much warning, without much prep. Breath hissing out from between his own teeth. Fuck.
"Last night you would've fought me at least - what happened?"
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย IT'S EVERYTHING HE'S EVER WANTED,ย and everything he never knew he wanted, even from the first night he'd laid his sad, drunken eyes on wyatt in that bar however long ago. weeks, months feel like years ago, considering where they started, where they are now; and even so, some part of him can't believe it's happening. a part of him had completely given up on even the idea of this being a possibility, of wyatt wanting him, of wyatt's hands on him in ways that aren't a shove or headlock or fist to whatever part of him within range.ย wyatt touching him in ways he'd only ever thought about in his own private fantasies, indulging in the many hours he was alone in the apartment.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย but this isn't fantasy. the iron grip on his thigh is real. the warm body supporting his weight is real. the rough fingers and palm sliding along his skin are real โ beautifully, deliciouslyย realย โ and it makes him feel greedy, fuels the desperation that has his body squirming as much as it's able, the soft noises sitting in the back of his throat, the bark of a moan that punches its way out of his parted lips as both fingers, then palm trail over his sensitive clit, already dully throbbing with need.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย he wants wyatt.ย he wants him terribly, desperately, in any manner he pleases. it's scary, embarrassing to admit, even to himself, but he knows in that moment, with wyatt's hands where he's always wanted them, with his teasing voice mocking him in his ear,ย he knows he'll let wyatt do anything he wants to him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย he doesn't know when the shift happened, when he'd attached himself so wholly and completely to wyatt and given himself over, collared and leashed himself without so much of a request or demand to do so. he's wyatt's. more than that, heย wantsย to be wyatt's, in every possible way, in every sense of the word. he wants it all, he'll give it all, whether it's requested or taken.ย
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย last night was the forceful fastening of the collar, snuggly around his neck, restricting his breathing just enough for him to feel it, a comfortable, figurative weight and pressure against his throat.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย and when wyatt's fingers finally push their way inside him, the collar tightens, wiping his mind clean of all thought for a split second. when they return to him, it's alongside his own voice, bouncing back to him from the shower walls in a high, reedy, whining moan even he's never heard leave his mouth.ย he doesn't want it to stop. please don't let it stop. ย
ย ย ย ย ย wyatt's right; he did break something in him, broke the walls he'd carefully built around himself, hidden under his flirty humor, forcing a full stop to any that tried to go beyond using his hand or mouth, or venturing anywhere below his waist. wyatt hadn't climbed the wall; he'd destroyed and rebuilt it, with him now on the inside.
ย ย ย ย ย he swallows heavily, voice coming out in breathless, pathetic pants while he tries his hardest to take more, gripping wyatt's arm in the exact way he'd probably wanted to last night: toย beg.ย โย ย ย y-youย happened. ย โย ย ย ย
Stupid Shit Chris and I have said to each other, The Memeโข send a prompt, enjoy the chaos. lots of nsfw ahead. feel free to change pronouns, etc.
โOnly the mouth hole please and thank you.โ
โIโm evolving into daddy.โ
โYouโre the rule breaker here, I have done nothing wrong.โ
โWhereโs that tiktok audio when you need it: no, break it break it, itโs fine.โ
โI love you too, overall child of the corn.โ
โBut yeah thanks I guess, apparently I am the devil capable of turning bitches gay.โ
โBecause you are as much a wildcard just sans sledgehammer, but better vocabulary.โ
โYou said โmineโs biggerโ to your uncleโฆโ
โMeta me, daddy.โ
"He really just be putting his minecraft bed next to someoneโs and being like uwu.โ
"When will people learn Iโm yours first, and thatโs never changing.โ
โBut uh - godspeed on the vagina abuse.โ
"That tub time you owe meโฆ that sounds weird.โ
"The one bottom to rule them all.โ
โItโs like his dick is a compass to sociopaths.โ
"Iโm suing their vagina.โ
"My ass is big but not that big.โ
"When you say it like that it sounds like Iโm hoarding dildos in my ass.โ
โNote to self, never mention my clit for some reason.โ
โHoeโs my sister wife.โ
"Iโve got ice packs on either side of my head because I smacked one side with a microwave door and the other with the basement door while trying to make a midnight snack.โ
โGet on the casting couch.โ
โThe tissues are for all the cum.โ
โMy forehead has never been numb before.โ
โIโm going to pee outside where itโll feel nice.โ
"Iโm too small for that much emotion.โ
โDaddy wants dick.โ
โRE: ass eating.โ
"Also enjoy sucking.โ
"How long were you fingering for, hmm?โ
โI forgot that you went full fuckboi.โ
โLet me sugar mommy you.โ
โWorldโs worst porno subtitles.โ
โEat spit, get dicked with the mask on.โ
โKentucky fried cock.โ
โIโve never hated anything more thatโs come out of your mouth.โ
โSo, I have to go beat the shit out of your child now.โ
โIs it the intact hymen or -โ
โThanks for the dick, I guess.โ

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A SIMPLE FAVOR (2018) a roleplay sentence meme with various quotes and sentences taken from the 2018 movie a simple favor. feel free to tweak prompts as needed. content warning: sex, violence, jokes about suicide, other mature topics and inappropriate humor.
where does she get all that energy from?
i think there's crystal meth in those meatballs.
sheโs not coming back. donโt you watch dateline?
really? more judgement from you?
can you imagine all the free shit she must get?
please tell me you donโt actually own a helium tank.
i have a gift for you, close your eyes.
iโm not as nice as you think, so.
wanna trade confessions?
i mean, youโre not exactly a sexual maverick.ย
weโre terrible parents.
great job, smooch.
look at your shirt. did any food make it into your mouth?
oh, we canโt. mommy already has a playdate with a symphony of anti-depressants.
do you drink? i need a martini.
oh, baby, you just need someone to love you.
you abandoned me. we were supposed to be a team, you and me. remember?
iโm sorry, baby, i know you thought it was real.
come on, donโt you miss sex?
you always have been fucking crazy, havenโt you?
god, you fuckingโฆ you actually fucking shot me.
this looks super painful.
stop. youโve just been hit by a car.
then, you must have brain damage.
i had a man, i ruined that, so.
if you canโt tell me, you canโt tell anyone.
people do terrible things for their own fucked-up reasons.
i think loneliness probably kills more people than cancer.
you should embrace it, people love saints.
christ, heโs fucking stubborn.
i mean, do you wanna come over for a beverage of any kind?
i think i could use some backup.
damn! are you trying to kill us?
what do you want, cupcake?
i mean, itโs never too early to start teaching them.
cute socks.
i actually had to stalk him to make him fall in love with me.
so, youโre divorced then?
baby, if you apologize again, iโm gonna have to slap the sorry out of you.
come on baby, youโre too sexy to give up.
oh my god, did you just come up with that cliche by yourself?
do you mind if i ask how he died?
iโm gonna to do my job, youโre going to take some pills, and then iโm gonna call you later.
the nicest thing i can do for [name] is blow my brains out.
oh, you do not want to be friends with me, trust me.
soโฆ you fucked him.
iโm gonna cook you the best meal of your life, and youโre gonna feel real bad about being so mean right now.
sheโs like a beautiful ghost. never entirely there.
okay, i want you to go home, and chill the fuck out, and donโt ever call me again.
you wanna get out of here? mommy needs a drink.
i have some somber news.
weโre all gonna take a deep centering breath right now.
iโm guessing youโve never really dealt with law enforcement before.
i can see how that might drive a man over the edge.
itโs the least she can do, she didnโt even bake anything.
i took it, i donโt have any intention of giving it back.
you canโt keep a secret, even in the dark.
not amusing, my darling, not in the slightest.
what were you saying about me being a fucking psycho?
sheโs not as sweet as her snatch, is she?
all i wanted was to be your friend.
my life is littered with almost-somebodies.
i used to live here, remember?
i did some art modeling in school, to pay my way through.
you donโt need to do that. you donโt need to apologize.
Ayesha Harris as Dr. Parker Ellis THE PITT | S01E14, "8:00 P.M."
THE PITT AYESHA HARRIS as Dr. Parker Ellis -> 1x12 | 6:00 P.M.
i have. so much muse and inspo for things and yet here i am, stuck at fucking work. when will i know peace.
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ย ย ย ย ย โ FROM ๐ DR. FRANK LANGDON ( @sardonicmd ) ย ย ย ย ย โช TO ๐ย DENNIS WHITAKER ย ย ย ย ย ใย [ SHIELD ] โ sender steps in front of receiver protectively. ใ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย THINGS SEEMED TO MOVE TOO FAST,ย yet too slow at the same time, his brain slow to process what is happening until there's a body between him and his patient, until he feels the slow drip of fluid from his arm, trailing from the growing dark red stain on his shoulder, scrubs torn and damp. even then, he still feels like he's a few steps too far behind, unable to think past the roar of his pulse in his ears, all the sudden commotion around him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ...ย what ?ย has he been stabbed ?ย slowly, his gaze drops to his shoulder, eyes wide and confused. no knife. horizontal tear. he's been cut, but not stabbed. patient came in unconscious, woke suddenly while he was taking his vitalsย ...ย and then panicked when he realized he didn't recognize his surroundings. he's not even sure where he pulled the knife from, didn't react fast enough after mr.ย ...ย wheeler ?ย jolted awake. but a cut is better than a stab wound, he supposes. less complications, less of a chance he needs stitches. unfortunatelyย ...ย he will be needing to get aย ...ย thirdย set of new scrubs. god, they're going to cut him off one day; ask why it's alwaysย himย that needs new scrubs. he's gotta be doing something wrong. there's no way he could just be this unluckyย โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย someone's talking to him. someone close. he can hear his name, through the dull ring in his ears. he blinks once, twice, before his eyes finally focus:ย dr. langdon. ย โย ย ย iย ...ย i'm sorryย โ what ?ย ย โ ย ย ย
It's sick. It's wrong. It feels like a mockery of the job Wyatt claims to love, the thing that makes him feel human after all the destruction he tends to wrought at night. It feels like the worse end of a bad porno - naughty nurse and his unwilling victim - and later, when he's sober, he's probably going to hate himself for it. But now, in the moment? Wyatt can't help but enjoy the almost blind obedience he's offered in exchange for such little things. A little pain, a few pleasant words, some gentle touches and Donomie's fight has left him in a whisper, leaving him warm and pliant and obedient beneath his hands.
He savors it like a fine wine, like a good drawn out fight. Twisting his fingers harder up against his scalp before letting go slowly. Rubbing circles against abused skin as he hums and examines his features carefully. "Good boy," He tells him, a hint of a teasing in his words. "Keep using them and I'll reward you later."
He might, he might also not. Wyatt's moods fickle, his temper unpredictable, but these were all things Domi already knew, had to know considering how much time he spent in his company. Wyatt's whip-quick mood swings hardly a thing that could be hidden in such close quarters.
Wyatt doesn't look, even though he'd asked the younger to show him. It's pointless to look at that angle, pointless to do anything but feel. But he doesn't do that either, for a moment, he just watches. Watches and pets him, rubs his knuckles against soft inner thighs and waits to see how long he can push him -
When his own patience runs out quicker than he likes, he reaches for him. Wraps a big hand around his already bruised wrist and yanks and spins him. Twists Donomie around until his back is pressed firmly to his chest and turns them both so that he's facing the too hot water. Tilting him so that he's not water-boarded, but also hoisting him in his arms. One hand finding a way beneath a thigh to lift it uncomfortably high and out, the other delicately landing on the ink that clearly spells out PRINCESS.
"You should have looked, what if I'd ruptured something?" He knows he hadn't, but he can't help but tease as he pets at Donomie's stomach. Touches too soft compared to the way he holds him up and open and in the water. "I wasn't too gentle with you, was I, princess?" A gentle nip to his ear - the first time his mouth has ever been on him. "Didn't hurt you hard enough?"
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย IT'S PATHETIC, REALLY,ย all that bite and fire he usually has, doused and almost completely snuffed out by unfiltered want burning him from the inside out, overpowering everything, including rational thought. is it because it's wyatt ?ย maybe, not that there's much to use in comparison; despite his many sexual encounters, recurring, or otherwise, only one person other than himself has touched where he's most sensitive, and that person was out of his life before he was evenย ...ย well, aย he.ย maybe that's it, the anticipation of having a hand other than his own on himย โ but even then, the fact that he'sย wantsย it to be wyattย ...ย yeah. it's just wyatt. he's stupidly, pathetically, weak for wyatt.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย good boy,ย wyatt calls him, with his hand so close to where donomie wants it, and donomie can't help the soft noise he makes in the back of his throat anymore than he can help the fresh trail that oozes from him and down his thigh, dripping over wyatt's fingers. not quite a whine, but probably would have been, had he not muffled it behind closed lips and clenched teeth. a subconscious habit, born of days lived in the barracks, where quarters are close, and then days in his old apartments, the walls never quite thick enough to muffle as much as he would like.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย wyatt is toying with him, he knows it. teasing and taunting him, calling him good boy and offering a reward he may or may not receive for good behavior โ and then doing exactly what he knows will test donomie's will to behave, stoking the flames of impatient want that he knows already burn too hot. bastard. mean, sadisticย bastard.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย just when he thinks about to break, wyatt gives him a moment's reprieveย (ย never mind the muted whine of protest in the back of his throat when wyatt pulls his hand awayย ) โ only to snatch it away almost immediately; before he can even process what's happened, he's been flipped and yanked against wyatt's body, warm and solid against his back, almost comfortingย ...ย until he's manhandled under the scalding spray of water, the sensation damn nearย fucking unbearable,ย too much, too hot at once. all he can do is tip his head back and spit out a sharpย ย ย โย ย ย fuck !ย ย โย ย ย as his entire body tenses, almost seizing under the onslaught, back arching, torso twisting as much as it can, as if that can save him.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย it's a disorienting juxtaposition, the cruel way wyatt keeps him propped up and open and the gentle, almost loving way he caresses his inked skin; his words and the almost soothing voice in which he says them. and the nickname. theย fuckingย nickname โ the moan it draws from his throat is just as embarrasing as it is loud, bouncing back to him from the walls and ringing in his ears. he opens his mouth to respond, but only a whimper gets past his lips, the sharp sting of teeth on his ear wiping his brain clean of thought for a split second. he swallows, takes a breath, and tries again,ย ย ย โย ย ย no sir. iย ...ย iย ...ย like itย ...ย when it hurts โ sir. ย ย โย ย ย ย
Right physical response, wrong verbal one. Wyatt's teeth grit in annoyance over it. Fingers tightening their grip and pulling on his hair until the younger man was forced to either balance carefully on his toes on wet tile - or face losing some of it.
Were it anyone else, were they anyone else, the proper reply to that would be to fuck him - but he knows better. Knows that pinning Donomie to cold glass, or forcing him onto the tile floor, it would be seen more of a reward than a punishment - even if he had to bully himself inside. He could hurt the man all he wanted while fucking him and he'd beg for more, a once theory of his that had been proven the previous evening - when fear had melted into arousal, and pain into pleasure, and he'd stopped fighting the orgasms entirely.
"How about we practice some manners, Donomie?" It's predatory, now, the way he is. The gleam in his eye vicious, even as his touch remains soft. Voice even softer, but certainly lacking the blunt edge he'd had to it seconds previous. Threatening without doing much at all - just a little hair pulling combined with the warm touch of his fingers on his hip, caressing the skin there. The right combination of touches, of rough and gentle, to fuck with Domi's just a little bit more. "A little yes sir, no sir would be good to use here. I know you know how to use those words, pretty mouth like yours is probably used to saying them, aren't you?"
It's not hard to slut shame a man like Donomie. Something about him just screamed that he needed it - or maybe it was that Wyatt needed it. Needed to bully him until he broke apart, so he could use the pieces how he saw fit.
"Now, be a good boy and show me." He slides his fingers down, turns them to tap at his inner thigh. Snicker soft and muted as he finds it wet. "I never did check to make sure I didn't tear anything."
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย DEEPER INTO THE WATER,ย and he's losing his footingย โ both literal and figurative, as he's forced into such an awkward position, his hand instinctively grips wyatt's arm for stability. he should be afraid. any normal person would be afraid. but donomie ?ย donomie is exhilerated. and turned on beyond belief. the path they're on now is going to ruin him, ruin the both of them, but he already knows he follow wyatt down it until the very end, in too deep before he even realized it. every new prick of pain on his scalp, every new sweetly poisoned word out of wyatt's mouth is another binding, another tether anchoring him to wyatt. and he can't find it in himself to even try to break it.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย it's pain, it's pleasure, violent, but gentle. brutally soft, and it has him weak, has something in his mind whispering for him to give in, for him to do whatever wyatt wants. he licks his lips, dry despite the humidity in the room, eyelids drooping as he considers the other man's words. he's familiar with them, yes โ both for the obvious reasons and the implied reasonsย โ but even with the clear degrading intent behind those words, he can't help but hone in on the three little words, a compliment, if you squint hard enough:ย pretty little mouth. it's the tiniest dose of dopamine shot directly into his veins, and his lips, already parted, respond immediately.ย ย ย โย ย ย yes sir.ย ย โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย his legs part with little hesitation, feet inching further apart to offer a better view. he's no longer sure if this is a serious concern, or if wyatt is simply continuing the game. nothingย feelsย torn. there's no blood, no burn. just a tenderness that isn't wholly unwelcome.ย ย ย โย ย ย not torn. just sore. maybe bruised, i haven't looked.ย ย โ
ย ย ย ย ย โ FROM ๐ ๐ฟ๐. ๐๐๐พ๐๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐๐๐ผ๐๐๐๐พ๐ ( @robnavitch ) ย ย ย ย ย โณ TO ๐ย ๐ฟ๐๐๐๐๐๐ ๐พ๐๐๐ ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ใย "Don't flinch - I'm going to touch you." ใ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ๐ ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐ฅ๐ง ๐๐๐ข๐๐๐, ย ย giving him forewarning. though a rare occurance now, with three years of civilian life under his belt, they still come at at the most inopportune times: the paranoia, the flashbacks, the ghosts of wounds long since healed, throbbing under his skin as a cruel reminder of what he had, and everything he's lost. it used to happen often, when he first returned home. a casual pat to the shoulder and friendly greeting from a coworker would become an arm twisted and locked behind their back and a cry of pained shock; the click of something completely mundane would become the cock of a gun and send his pulse into orbit; the blaring alarm of the shop's back door being open before being disarmed would send him to the floor, hands pressed tight over his ears and the ghosts of pounding footsteps echoing off the walls of his mind; his arm, though compressed, braced, and stable, would throb agonizingly, as if it was newly torn and broken.ย it had been his own personal hell.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย but now ?ย now his problems lie somewhere else entirely. his demons have evolved into something that simmered beneath his skin and made it itch in a way that could only be scratched pain, with violence, with adrenaline.ย when people say they're fighting their demons, the definitely don't mean this.ย he's fighting, but it's starting to feel less and less like he and his demon are on opposing sides.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย and it always ends with him here. a gash that needed stitches, a wrist that's been sprained, a nose that's been brokenย ...ย it varies. he always ends up here, amongst the madness and chaos ofย the pitt,ย the place many of the nurses now jokingly call a second home, tease him with things likeย "we may as well make a permanent room and bed for you, domi."ย orย "haven't seen you in a while; i was starting to get worried your luck ran out."ย orย "hey, stranger. things almost got too quiet around here."ย in a way, it brought him some comfort, some of the feeling ofย belongingย he'd had in his time of service.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย this is the reason he can smile so easily, despite the sharp, bone-deep pain he feels radiating up his side, why he can laugh, even as the same pain steals his breath and makes it near inaudibleย (ย a broken rib or two, probably; it's a familiar painย ).ย ย ย โย ย ย you always this bossy with your patients, or am i just special ?ย not that i won't give you a glowing patient satisfaction score, anyway, like always. ย ย โ
"Do stop talking, Donomie," Wyatt turns like a man unbothered by his own nudity, the half hard dick laying warm against his thigh. Pale skin rapidly turning red from the heat of the water. He cups the man's face in his massive palm, sweeping the rough pad of his thumb against his cheekbone before sliding his hand back to sink his fingers into dark locks. Grip becoming painfully tight as he tugs his head back with a slow and steady pressure. "It would be a shame if you said something stupid and set off my temper again."
It wouldn't, Wyatt knows that now. Domi sought out his temper like how he sought out fights in bars - the danger gave him more than just pleasure, it gave him release too. The only difference? The release he wanted with Wyatt involved a certain amount of nudity and intimacy that he normally afforded no one, certainly not street rats that had moved into his home without his permission.
With one hand buried in his curls, Wyatt reaches up with the other to press his palm to his throat. Fingers seeking out the bruises they'd made the night previous, before pressing in. Expression neither detached, nor clinical, as he examines at first the sight of Domi's obedience, and then the bruises themselves. Thumb rubbing along the center of his throat before slipping to rest in the hollow of it. "Breathing okay?"
He doesn't wait for an answer, taps his thumb twice against that soft place between neck and shoulder, before sliding his hand down to tug up one of his hands. Examining the bruises on his wrist with the same calculating look he gave him after fights. "Wrists sore? Movement okay?"
Oh he's absolutely going to draw this out, a little glimmer in his eyes that suggests he absolutely knows what he does to Donomie as he switches from one wrist to other, then glides wet knuckles down his stomach. "Didn't break anything on you, did I?"
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย OH FUCK. OH FUCK. THIS IS DANGEROUS.ย not dangerous, in the sense that his life is in danger, but dangerous in the sense that he's creeping closer and closer to the point of no return. dangerous in the sense that he's rapidly drowning in wyatt already, control falling further and further from his reach. dangerous in the sense that wyatt seems very aware of that fact, and plans to use it to play him like a fiddle.ย fuck.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย typically, his eyes can't help but focus on wyatt's dick, in the rare moments it's in his sight. it's there, it's massive, impossible to missย โ he can't be blamed for that, he's only human, only a man that isย ...ย very, very attracted to his friend. but the moment there's fingers clenched in his hair, wyatt has his full, undivided attention; in this moment, his world shrinks to just wyatt, the way his eyes watch him with intent, without the mask of indifference he usually sees, the way his fingers drag and push along his skin, the way his voice fills his ears, stark and clear within the shower walls.ย he is so fucked.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย his bruised skin gives a faint, dull throb where wyatt presses, breaking the rhythm of his breath, and god, if his pulse gets any louder, he'll go deaf. wyatt hasn't even done anything, not really, and yet here he is blanketed in want that clouds his mind and practically has him dripping on the shower floorย (ย and with wyatt blocking the spray of water, he can't even use it as coverย ).ย he's never wanted a man so bad in his goddamn broken ass life.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย he isn't given the chance to answer any of wyatt's questions, and he doesn't attempt to. it's all part of the act, all part of the game. wyatt's got him in the palm of his hand, and is clearly enjoying playing with his food. he does, to his credit, manage to stay perfectly still, only his eyes following wyatt's touch where they can, since he can't move his headย โ right up until he feels that touch trail down his belly, inching closer to theย exactย place he wants it most. his stomach clenches, and his hips rock forward, not much, but certainly enough to be noticed. and if that wasn't reaction enough, his own mouth rebels against him, spitting out a confession without the explicit consent of his mind:ย ย ย โย ย ย nothing that i mind being broken. ย ย โ

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hi i promise i love my other muses ok. donomie is just ... taking over a little right now ok
One moment heโs entering the room to check on a patient (syringe in hand) and the next heโs against the wall with a battered forearm holding him in place. Doctor Langdonโs hands are up (as if to show: Iโm not your enemy), two fingers still holding medication tucked to his palm. Wide blues search the manโs face before him, recognizing panic rather than a thirst for violence.
Their hearts race, synced to the rhythm of tension between them. Thereโs a beat where neither say anything, as if waiting to see what the other will do. A nurse spots the altercation in passing and is gone to seek aid without question or a word. โYouโre safe hereโ this is just a numbing agent. Before I stitch your wound.โ Frankโs gaze flickers to the syringe as he tries to softly reassure the other.
His patient eases up, dropping an arm and backing away slowโ Langdon observes quietly, studying the way he seems ashamed of his behavior. The breaking of eye contact, the scratching of the back of his neck. The doctor lowers his hands but keeps his distance for the time being. โIโm fineโ thanks.โ Frank flashes an easy, almost carefree smile. Although it doesnโt quite reach his eyes. Concern lingers. โThat wasnโt even in the top five tussles Iโve had in this ED.โ
Security stops in the doorway, their urgency dying mid-step with the newfound distance between the two. โAll good here, Doctor Langdon?โ An officer asks.
Frank nods, โHm? Yeah, we were just testing each otherโs agility before we race in the parking lot.โ The snarky remark earns the doctor an eyeroll, but theyโre left alone again. Langdonโs attention turns back to his patient.
โDonomie, right? Are you alright? Do you need a minute?โ
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย RELAX, DONOMIE. GET A FUCKING GRIP.ย he's fine. everything is fine. everything has to be fine, even if there's a dull ring in his ears and his heart feels like it's going to beat its way out of his chest.ย breathe.ย in, two, three, fourย ...ย out, two, three, fourย ...ย in, two, three, fourย ...ย out, two, three, four.ย it may be the only thing he remembers from his mandatory high school counseling sessions after vicent died, but goddamn does it work.ย in, two, three, fourย ...ย out, two, three, fourย ...ย in, two, three, fourย ...ย out, two, three, four.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย his excerise is quickly interrupted by a soft, short fit of giggles. fuck, he forgot langdon is funny. sassy, hilarious, with a sarcastic humor that almost perfectly mirrors his own. interrupted, yeah, but it eases some of the tension off his shoulders, melts the stiffness in his muscles.
ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย ย is he alright ?ย probably not. but he will be. he's had worse. he will have worse. so he nods, and continues to nod as takes steps back until he feels the soft press of the bed against the back of his thighs. he drops down with a soft sigh.ย ย ย โย ย ย it's fine. i'm fine, don't worry. that usuallyย ...ย doesn't happen. i dunno what that was. ย ย โย ย ย usually probably isn't the wording he should have used. hasn't happened recently is more accurate, more truthful.ย but langdon doesn't need to know that.ย he flips his arm, putting his gashed forearm on full display, compliance, hand open in a sign of mirrored absence of hostility.ย ย ย โย ย ย sorry. go ahead. ย ย โ