Seasick and Eating Grass

[past]

Oh my GOD this genuinely unlocked something feral in me!? The thought of Baran catching Trinity in the hallway in the middle of a horrible, no good, very bad day maybe Langdon is on her ass or she’s had rough case after rough case and Baran can see that she’s unsettled and spinning out. A brief touch to her elbow and an almost imperceivable head tilt and Trinity knows exactly what to do, finds comfort in the routine of it even though it’s objectively embarrassing to stand toe to toe with her mommy in the bathroom stall while her mommy checks she has the right panties on. Baran pulling her pants down to her thighs, thumbing over the little ‘Wednesday’ embroidered over her pussy, smirking at the damp patch she finds when her fingers sink a little lower. Giving Trinity a pleased ‘good job smart girl’ when she’s been good and watching the praise sink through Trinity's bones, soothe the rankled set of her shoulders. She slumps into mommy all at once, neck slack, forehead warm against Baran's shoulder, breathing deeply for the first time in hours with Baran's thumb tracing little circles on her hip. After a few quiet moments Baran adjusts the waistband of Trinity’s scrubs, straightens out her neckline (sometimes she picks out Trinity's underscrubs for her too!), smooths her hair out and sends her girl off with a little kiss on the forehead settled and ready to face the day and anyway sorry I’m rambling and I made it less sexy but god it’s just so HNNGG to me tysm for putting the image of this into my brain

(re: this blurb)

YES TO ALL OF THIS!!! pleeease its not even less sexy because the casual dominance and vulnerability of it is the sexiest thing to me <3

it's structure! it's a schedule! it's something that holds trinity accountable and that she can feel responsible for keeping up with without feeling like there's some sort of monumental pressure or weight on it.

no one assumed robby was a sub.

he was fearless in his dissents. he did not cower in the face of aggression. he did not melt under the effusive praise from relieved family members, nor the stern chastisements from admin. no one at work knew he was a sub. shit, heather and janey had always just assumed he was neutral. it wasn’t a lie. he did not mislead anyone, but he allowed the assumptions. the stereotypes were in his favor, for once.

no one assumed dennis was a dom.

he had big, searching eyes. he shrunk when confronted. he blushed and stammered when complimented. he simply did not project the casual dominance expected of his designation.

it didn’t come up at work much. designations were personal. some people were more casual about the information than others, but it was uncouth the ask. there was the occasional emergency that made them relevant, but outside of the rare improper use of a dominant’s voice or an impromptu drop, it was generally not germane to the work day.

robby was dropping. fuck, he was dropping hard.

it felt pathetic to admit that it all started with gloria admonishing him for his department’s press-ganey scores, but that really was the inciting incident. robby felt his chest hitch, his shoulders drew up to his ears, and his fingers started to fidget with that loose thread in his jacket pocket. words like failure and fuck-up swirled in his head. he could get through the day, though. he’d gotten through worse.

and then someone asked about adamson. and then he lost a twenty year old kid who just wanted to backflip into a pool to impress a girl. and then he got blood all over his scrubs and his neck.

and then dennis found robby on the floor again, this time in a curtained off bay, on his knees, whimpering and trying to wash the arterial spray off with some half-dry wet wipes.

dennis didn’t seem like a dom when he was just walking around the pitt, but the way his voice got all even and deep, the way he cooed out oh, honey. what’s wrong? as he slowly approached robby, was nothing if not obviously revealing.

this post is like 11 years old

hey

Wife: GETMO? Husband: (after a moment, with a sigh) Yeah, GETMO. Me: GETMO? Wife and husband, in perfect unison: Good Enough To Move On