Ash

having viagra already ready in the bedside table by the first time you actually sleep with jack. he's super embarassed because he forgot his bottle at home, and truthfully didn't anticipate the biweekly happy hour ending in having the 20- something year old intern nestled in his lap begging to feel him chub up.

in the midst of his annoyed grumbling, “fuck, i’m sorry, honey. thought it wouldn’t be a problem tonight, you look so beautiful, really. so, so sexy but of fucking course i fo-“ you whip out the bottle. straight face etching into the most casual, sweet smile of reassurance.

and jack is absolutely astounded. first, that you could be so casual about him needing a little blue pill to get it up– like he was talking about a vitamin or advil. secondly, that you already had a bottle waiting in your nightstand.

it doesn’t hit him until he’s balls deep in you about 15 minutes later, your hands pressed down on his shoulders as you whine. he raises his hand from your hip to rest at the base of your throat to grab your attention.

your eyes flash open, teary and expectant of the older man beneath you. he’s half teasing, half agony. begging you mid fuck “who were those for sweetheart? huh? who had you before me?”

He goes to the door everytime Someone walks down the hallway.

Never walks reader down the hall, till one evening.

Blind!reader gets off the elevator with their guide dog. Its a golden retriever which leads reader right in front of Simons door.

Reader knocks at the wooden door.

Simon already stood behind the door so he Opens it.

"Hey, Sweetheart. I think you´ve got the wrong door." he tries to be smug but his heart is beating up his throat and his words sound a little funny around the edges.

Blind!Reader turns a bright pink and their mouth falls open while their eyes widen in horror.

"I`m so sorry" readers head turns down in the direction of their guide dog who Loos innocently back at Simon (probably hoping for pets).

"He´s never been with me to my friend so he has no idea where we are supposed to go.", the blush deepens and reader tries to get the Goldie to move.

cassie soothing hey, hey, hey, baby, you're so good, okay? so good. always my good girl, my best girl... mommy's girl, huh? yeahh, shh, shh, it's okay, it's okay, vic... you are good. you did so good.

victoria sobbing that it's fucked, it's fucked, isn't it? that I w— that I want this? that it feels, mm— that it feels g-good? I just want— I just wanted— I just wanted my mom, into cassie's neck, breaking completely, the guilt and shame and desperation bleeding into one another.

wires crossed in her brain that she can't uncross, feeling dirty, split in half. half of her that can't help but shiver and squeeze her thighs together every time cassie calls herself mom, croons does mom fuck you just right, baby? making her dizzy and needy. and half of her that just feels so small, that just wanted a mom to guide her and love her unconditionally, like she was supposed to have, like she's never had. it makes her nauseous, shaking in cassie's firm grip.

You have Little Miss Victoria who is days away from starting her big girl job at the PTMC and was refusing to step into the adult world still a child. So, she downloads every dating app she can think of until she can find someone who’s sleazy enough to sleep with her in the first date which was a big wake up call for her when it took three tries. She swipes right on an older woman, Cassie, who looked like she could just rock her fucking world. What better way to piss her mom off than to sleep with a woman who was probably closer in age with her mother.

Cue Cassie, who’s still dealing with the aftermath of the divorce and the custody battles, just needs some relief. She goes on some dating app to find some good prospects and she lands on Victoria who is absolutely way too young for her but their conversations are so heated and delicious she couldn’t bear to pass up on her. Victoria seemed to not want to waste anytime and agreed on the one night stand idealization,A perfect and quick hit. Plus, she’ll never see her again, right? No one needs to know.

Of course, Cassie picks her up for the date, treats her to a nice dinner at her apartment, and proceeds to simply pound Victoria through the mattress. Cassie lets her stay the night, she may be a sleazeball but she’s not a douchebag, and drops her off at home the next day, bidding goodbye to probably the best pussy she’s ever had. Victoria nearly sheds a tear at the fact she’ll never have a great lay like that again, her poor cunt twitching in mourning.

After a few days of longing from the both of them, they get ready for their shift. Cassie was already dreading the new rotation of med students and Victoria was buzzing with excitement to start in the ED, but the memory of the other night lay prominently in the backs of their mind.

It was almost a miracle when they met each other’s eyes at the exact same time, both of them going wide with shock at the sight of their hookup. Cassie nearly drops her clipboard while Victoria tugged hard on her stethoscope around her neck. Just their luck they get paired together for the day, the ever-so-helpful Robby pulling them close and telling Victoria there’s a lot you can learn from this woman. If he only knew.

Victoria spent the day trailing behind Cassie, who avoided Victoria’s gaze like the plague. Anytime their eyes met or their hands crossed paths, the tension between them pulled tighter.

Vs

santos offering to hang out with mckay after work since she can’t go have beers in the park with everyone else

mckay taking santos to an anger room to destroy shit cause she can tell santos has a lot pent up

santos covering mckay’s shift so she can spend more time with harrison

mckay finding out about langdon and ACTUALLY LISTENING to santos vent

them throwing jokes at each other because they’re two sides of the same coin

them fully trusting each other in the ED because they know each other is not only highly competent but cares about their patients to the same degree

jack is absolutely shit at cooking. robby is pretty good, but he’s honestly a meal prep kinda guy. he really has better things to do after a 12 hours shift than cook.

dennis though ? he loves cooking.

even after a 12 hours shift, he finds cooking relaxing. cooking is science, except there are less variables on a kitchen’s counter than in a human body and dennis knows exactly what to expect every step of the recipe.

he loves showing his love through food, ‘accidentally’ cooking too much so trinity can have the rest, making burgers for his friends with a red meat alternatives for victoria and gluten free version for mel.

it also has an… unexpected, though not unwelcome side effects.

‘smell’s good honey’ jack says, pressed behind dennis on the counter, who’s cooking the three of them brunch. he just woke up, hasn’t put the prosthetic on and he’s using the crutches. his head rests on dennis’ left shoulder after a quick kiss on the temple.

robby joins them in the kitchen and agrees. ‘yeah, look at all this, den. we got ourselves a regular little housewife, don’t we jack.’

immediately, jack’s dick twitches, and his grey sweatpants hiding nothing, as dennis’ ears go bright pink - he can probably feel it, jack’s crotch being right up against his ass and all that.

‘seriously, jack?’ dennis chastises and rolls his eyes. as if he isn’t affected too.

robby continues, though. ‘we’re so lucky to have a pretty little thing waiting for us to come home. taking care of the house while we work hard to provide for her’

‘we should keep her barefoot and pregnant in the kitchen, brother’ it seems jack needed very little encouragement. ‘s’where she belongs, after all’

Then they start dating little (kinda sheltered but grew up on the internet) Gen Z Dennis- with his queer culture mainly formed on message boards and tumblr and a very radically progressive view of queerness that’s kinda sanitised.

The average authors experience on Tumblr:

its the middle of the night, probably closer to 2 in the morning.

dennis grunts in question, half asleep, and the answer that follows is something hard and thick grinding between his clothed ass cheeks.

this is something that happens... a lot. after dating for a little over 2 and a half years, being woken up by a hot and turned on michael robinavitch is no surprise.

sometimes the hot and turned on michael wakes him up with the early morning sunrise. sometimes - when they're both blessed with a day off together - it's a little closer to brunch and robby's already got food and coffee ready for after they're finished.

but it doesn't matter what time it is, dennis still gives a small mewl in response and opens up to him easily. robby's breath hitches and not caring whether or not his boyfriend is fully awake, he starts to roll down each other's pants.

robby doesn't need a lot, he just needs to feel dennis.

he slips in between his legs, just under the sack, and they both groan together.

dennis let's him have it, his own hand has already reached down to start playing with himself and he's blissed out, drooling in his pillow. he's somewhere in between having the best dream of his life and just awake enough to know he has the best boyfriend a guy could ask for.

robby's groaning and moaning and getting rough the way he always does, he's whispering praises in dennis' ear. saying things like 'take it so good baby-' and '-thank you,'

dennis usually comes first because something about the way robby needs him always sets him off quick.

and robby usually always follows directly after, this time is no different.

it ends with a forceful thrust, a harsh curse and sweet worshipful kisses up and down the back of his neck.

-dennis naked and in robby's lap with the guitar covering his crotch

-dennis naked again, but this time with robby's first grammy covering his crotch

-a close up of the bottom of dennis's back where robby's had someone tattoo "property of michael robinavitch" just close enough to dennis's ass that the swell of his cheeks can be seen beneath it

-another close up, this time of dennis's nipple that robby's had pierced with a silver bar, and is surrounded by bite marks and hickies

-dennis's kiss-swollen lips, parted as the younger man pants and whimpers after being fucked

-most "controversially" of all, an image from robby's perspective, holding dennis face down ass up on their bed, robby's hand on his neck to press him down and the curve of his back dominating the frame. the nail in the coffin is the enormous mess of cum spattered over the aforementioned curved back, clearly marking dennis up.