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Jack Abbot x AFAB Reader.

summary: you and Jack are having a fight, but you decide to walk away from him while he’s talking, did you really think you can just get away with that though?

warnings: SMUT (mdni), reader is mentioned to be younger but no age is specified, brat!reader, not really any foreplay, angry sex, rough sex, dom!jack, mean!jack, kinda dubcon at first, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, unprotected p in v (don’t), cum in body, I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,147.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. jack crushed the poll lmao, he’s definitely this fandom’s daddy and I wish he was mine specifically :( anyway, see you next week with Dennis’s story, hope you enjoy! :)

“You know I hate when you do that!” you hear Jack raising his voice behind you as you walk to your room.

You guys were fighting. It all started with you asking him how his day was and ended up with you stressing out about how much he works. It would be easier if he had simpler jobs, but an attending at the ER and a SWAT physician? It was making you crazy. You always try to have a calm conversation about it, but it always ends up like this, in a fight. So now you just decide to ignore everything and walk away from him, which is probably the worst thing you can do to him.

You hear Jack’s voice getting closer as you stand in front of your vanity doing your skincare, trying to act unbothered.

“That was really fucking rude,” Jack says, standing at your door, staring at you. You feel his frustration, though you don’t even look at him properly.

Jack walks into the room with his eyes glued on you. He stops right behind you and you catch a glimpse of him through the mirror, his arms crossed over his chest, eyes looking up and down at you, his cheeks flushed.

“I know you’re younger, so I know you’re gonna act like this sometimes, but this is straight up throwing a tantrum, and we’re absolutely not doing that.” He walks closer to you. You feel nervous now but play it off by applying whatever you can to your face to act busy. “And giving me the silent treatment is just stupid, and you know that.”

He walks even closer, his chest pressed to your back now. He goes to take away the products in your hands, taking them softly with a grin on his face. You are kinda scared now, but you keep a serious, almost angry expression. When he puts the products away, he places his hands on your shoulders with a firm grip.

You are looking away from him until you feel one of his hands on the back of your head, softly gripping your hair as he makes you move your head until you’re looking at him through the mirror.

“Look at you, such a pretty face with a horrible attitude.” He smiles. You roll your eyes. “You really need to stop that shit.” He raises an eyebrow. You don’t do anything this time.

“You want more of my attention, huh? That’s why you complain so much about my work?”

Your gaze softens a little bit because he’s right, you miss him so much. The change is subtle, but Jack notices it. He chuckles to himself.

“Well, you should learn to ask nicely instead of being such a little brat, disrespecting me, ignoring me, walking away from me?” He clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disapproval.

His hands travel to your hips and lower back, making you bend over the vanity.

“What am I gonna do with you now?” He looks at your ass and then your pretty face. You think you’re hiding it behind your pouty expression, but your eyes tell Jack just how much you need him.

His hand travels under your nightgown. He makes you open your legs, and when he finds your underwear, he’s not surprised to find a damp patch on them.

“What did it? The fight or just me talking to you?”

You wanna keep your pride act going and try to move away, but he’s quick to yank you back again. He presses your whole body against his, one arm wrapped around your waist and the other hand squeezing your face. In this position, you can feel his growing erection pressed against your ass.

“So you wanted my attention, but now you’re trying to run away?”

He makes you bend over the vanity again. He doesn’t touch you this time, like he wants to. He pulls out his cock; he’s thick, perfect to fill you. He gives himself a few strokes while pulling up your dress and moving your underwear to the side. You think about finally saying something back, but before you can do it, he’s already inside you, making you moan.

“At least I got a fucking sound out of you now.”

He places his hands on your hips and starts thrusting into you.

Jack usually starts slow, but now it’s fast and hard. He’s definitely angry. His eyes are glued to how his cock is stretching you. He groans at the sight and pushes in harder.

Your hands grip the edge of the vanity. Your legs feel weak, but the way Jack holds you assures you you’re not gonna fall. Your moans are loud, and you feel more and more desperate for him. Jack feels crazy seeing you act so needy and desperate now.

He yanks you back by your hair, pressing your body against his, his cock going even deeper. He’s still holding your hair when he says in your ear, “Is this what I need to do every time you give me that bitchy attitude? Fuck you dumb until you remember who I am?”

“Yes, please,” you manage to say between moans and cries.

“And she speaks,” he says, kissing your neck.

He makes you walk with him still inside you until you reach the bed, and he has you face down, ass up. He moans at the sight of your ass jiggling every time he thrusts in. He can’t help but spank it here and then.

You’re gripping the bedsheets so hard your knuckles are white. You have never felt Jack this deep inside you. Every time he thrusts in, you feel him touching that soft spot inside you. Your mouth hangs open and your eyes roll back.

Jack takes one of your arms, pulling it back. He presses your head deeper against the bed and his thrusts are faster now.

“Gonna cum,” he groans, moaning your name.

You’re in an awkward position now, rubbing your clit to cum with him. He goes in deep a few more times before pulling out of you. After a few strokes, he moans your name out loud and you feel his cum painting your back. That, and him groaning and moaning, makes you cum too. You’re so excited you can’t even say anything besides a loud “oh” as you cum. You collapse on the bed right after that.

You hear Jack go into the bathroom and when he comes back, he’s wiping your back. After that, he lies next to you, pulling you into a hug.

“I hope after all that we can finally talk, maybe while we’re in the hot tub?” He brushes your hair off your face.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Maybe.”

Frank Langdon x AFAB Reader.

summary: you and Frank have been roommates for a few months now, everything has been really friendly between you two but that changes one night when neither of you can seem to fall asleep.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), coworkers, divorced!frank, mention of addiction, possessive and jealous Frank, dom!Frank, “miss” and “sweetheart” used as nicknames, praising, nipple play, biting, hickeys, oral sex (fem receiving), unprotected p in v (don’t), breeding kink. reader is not mentioned to be in any type of birth control so I’m leaving that up to whatever you want. I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 2,039.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. okay so Langdon was the winner for this story and I love that, i’m sorry if the start is kinda bad, I wasn’t sure how to do it lmao, but I promise it gets better! if you have any requests feel free to send them to me. hope you enjoy :)

When Frank got divorced his whole life changed; he had to make so many adjustments to his life, including getting a new place. Luckily, when he told you about it, you had an extra room in your apartment for him. It was great cause you guys have always gotten along well, you have the same positions at the hospital and are close in age. When word got out about his addiction, you were one of the people that cared for him the most and Frank is still grateful for that.

You are now laying on your bed trying to sleep after a horrible shift, it’s always hard to sleep after an extremely stressful shift and tonight is one of those nights. You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear a soft knock on your door.

“Are you awake?” You hear Frank on the other side.

“Yeah, it’s unlocked, you can come in.” You say while sitting up in your bed. Frank opens the door slowly and pokes his head in a little bit before fully coming in. “Hey are you okay?” You say worriedly.

Frank walks to your bed, head down, and stands at the foot of your bed. “Yeah, I-I just couldn’t sleep and I don’t like to be alone with my thoughts, you know?” He points at his face and smiles a little bit.

You chuckle, nodding your head. “Yeah I totally get it.” You pat the empty space in front of you, your bed was a twin size but it was enough for you both to sit there. Frank understands and sits in front of you. He looks nervous, frustrated even. “You wanna talk about something?”

Frank looks at you when you ask, he thinks for a moment but shakes his head. “Not really, I think you know pretty much everything about me now.” He chuckles. “What about you, miss? You wanna talk about something?”

You also think for a moment but end up shaking your head too. “You know my life is pretty boring unfortunately.”

“Well yeah you never wanna go out. I’ve heard so many people asking you out at The Pitt. Shen is like crazy for you.” He says the last part with a little bit of bitterness in his voice and you laugh.

“Well Shen is not a serious person.”

Frank shrugs. “Well, if you don’t want him, who would you want?”

You press your finger to your mouth, making a “thinking” mocking expression, making Frank laugh. “Hmm, no one I guess.” You shrug.

Frank raises an eyebrow. “Don’t you get lonely sometimes? I mean, it’s been only a couple months since the divorce and I feel like I’m gonna lose my shit sometimes.”

“I do get lonely obviously but no one interests me. I mean why don’t you get with someone? I’m sure there’s a lot of women on the staff that would LOVE to have you.” You cross your arms in front of your chest, leaning back against the headboard.

“You got me there. But I guess same reason as you.”

“See? It’s unfortunate but it is what it is.”

“Yeah I kinda hate it.”

You laugh at Frank’s almost pouting face as he says this. “What can we do about it though?” Frank looks at you, stares at you, you kinda see something shifting in him, then you see him raising an eyebrow, it seems like he’s saying “I think you know” and you laugh nervously. “Langdon, are you flirting with me?” You smirk at him and he smiles playfully.

“I don’t know. I don’t know what I’m doing.” He chuckles, the lights are off but the little light coming from your window lets you see a slight blush on his cheeks.

You throw a pillow at him playfully, you don’t really know how to act cause he’s actually making you nervous. “I think-“ You hesitate for a moment but give in. “I think I would consider it if we weren’t living together.” You can’t look at him, you stare at your fidgety hands but you feel Frank’s eyes on you.

“Are you for real?” He doesn’t sound like he’s making fun of you, he actually sounds like he just discovered the greatest thing ever.

“I guess. I mean yeah.” You laugh a little bit. “When I started working at The Pitt I had like the biggest crush on you for a few days until I saw the ring on your finger.”

Frank scoots closer to you, he lifts your face with a finger under your chin. “Why did I never know about this?”

You squint your eyes a little bit. “Obviously I wasn’t gonna tell a married guy that I had a crush on him.”

“Well obviously not but in case you forgot, I’m now a divorced guy actually.”

“I guess, but we live together now so…”

“Look, we can give it a try, if it doesn’t feel right we let it go and we never talk about it again. We’re grown adults, we can do that.”

You stare at him, you don’t know what to say. You have wanted this for so long but you’re scared too. You take a quick glance at his red lips and Frank takes this as a sign, he leans in and crashes his lips against yours.

It’s soft at first, he’s waiting for your reaction and you’re unsure for a second, but then you taste the fresh mint flavor on his mouth, you feel one of his hands resting on your knee and that’s it, you give up.

You wrap your arms around his neck and his go to your waist. It’s not a soft kiss anymore, it’s deep, desperate. Frank groans into your mouth and you pull him in, making you both lay on your bed, him on top of you. His hands are desperate to feel you. He’s about to put them under your shirt but he breaks the kiss first to look for your approval. You nod quickly and he goes feral.

His hands go under your shirt, he gropes your breasts, pinching your already hard nipples, you moan at his touch and he looks at you like a starved man. His lips go to your neck, he kisses and licks everything he can, he holds himself back to not leave visible hickeys, luckily he has your whole body to do that. He takes off your shirt and audibly gasps when he sees your tits fully on display for him, you blush, trying to cover yourself but he’s quicker, taking both of your arms and pulling them away. “Don’t ever try to do that again.” You nod, biting your lower lip.

He now starts kissing your breasts, while his mouth is full with one of them, his hands play with the other. You moan so loudly at him playing with your breasts, he’s happy to find out that you’re sensitive there. He sucks and bites the valley of your breasts, he can leave marks there. He bites first and then he sucks, when he’s satisfied with that, he kisses the mark. He does this all the way down your body, your stomach, your waist, your hips, a trail of little marks.

When he’s face to face with your cunt that’s only covered with some small cotton shorts, he looks up at you with a mischievous look before slowly pulling down your shorts. He doesn’t waste time, his tongue is immediately lapping against your pussy, you open your mouth at the feeling, your hands going to his perfect hair, pulling him closer, you see him smiling.

His tongue travels across both of your lips, between them, it goes inside of you, making you moan his name so loud you get scared you might get noise complaints from your neighbors. You’re both making eye contact the whole time, you’re mesmerized by his now darkened blue eyes, and he’s mesmerized by your pleased expressions. The only time you break eye contact is when he sucks on your clit, you then throw your head back in ecstasy for a few seconds before looking down at him.

“Please Frank, need you inside now.” You say almost in a cry.

He stays between your legs for a few seconds but he also needs to feel you around him. He’s on top of you now, he’s still fully clothed in plaid pajama pants and a black t-shirt. You sit up, eagerly taking off his shirt, you kiss his abdomen and he quickly pulls down his pants, you see his big erection. He’s big, really big, and he’s already leaking precum, you thought he ate you out for your pleasure but apparently, it was for his too.

He pushes you back again, making you lay on the bed. He spreads your legs open for him, wrapping one of your legs around his hips.

He goes in slowly, making you feel every inch of him. You both moan and gasp at the feeling, your nails digging into his biceps, he squeezes your thighs, exchanging looks between your face and his cock burying into your pussy. When he’s fully inside of you, he stays still for a moment, wanting to really feel you.

You stare at him desperately waiting for him to move, you lose your patience, bucking your hips up to meet him, he chuckles at this. “You’re needy as fuck.”

You’re about to protest when he starts moving, stealing your words and replacing them with moans. He moves fast and deep, every time he thrusts into you, you feel him hit that sensitive soft spot that makes your eyes roll back. He lifts both of your legs and places them on his shoulders, you scream his name at how deep you feel him now, and he smirks at you, his eyes close for a moment when he feels your pussy tighten at the new angle.

“You squeeze me so fucking nicely.” He says between moans and you do it again. “You’re playing with fire. Want me to fill you up? Maybe knock you up, keep you all to myself so all those assholes at the hospital stop looking at you like a piece of meat.”

His movements are faster now, and you can’t even form words, you’re too lost in pleasure to think of anything else.

“Tell me, sweetheart, tell me to fill you up. Please.” He cries out the plea, and you somehow manage to say “Fill me up, please do it.”

He goes crazy now, his movements are frenetic, he pulls down one of your legs to have access to your clit, and he rubs it and pinches it. The room is filled with your moans, both of you saying each other’s names, wet sounds from your bodies meeting and finally after a few seconds Frank is the first one to reach his orgasm, he moans your name over and over again as he cums inside of you, you stare at his face frowned in pleasure and concentration, his dick twitching inside of you and his grip on you getting tighter and after a few seconds you cum too, screaming his name, he praises you during this.

“Fuck yeah, look at you so pretty when you cum.”

He waits for a few seconds before collapsing on top of you. Now the room is filled with both of you trying to catch your breath and a few chuckles as you try to get into a comfier position. Frank now lays down, and half of your body lays on top of him, your head on his chest.

“Hey, I’m sorry, I hope I didn’t do too much.” He says nervously, caressing your hair.

“That was fucking amazing, Langdon.” You say looking up at him. “I didn’t take you for the jealous type though.” You giggle and he shakes his head with a big smile on his face.

“Fucking Shen drools every time he sees you, makes me wanna pour his stupid coffee on him.”

You both laugh and he kisses the top of your head. “So? Are you subscribing after the free trial?” He asks, raising his eyebrows, making you laugh.

Thank you and here's my last story in case you haven't read it. k that's it bye !! 👋🏼

Jack Abbot x AFAB Reader.

summary: you need a ride after a party, thankfully Dr. Abbot is there to save the day, except, you didn’t specify what kind of ride, right?

warnings: SMUT (mdni) age gap- reader is her mid 20’s and Jack early 50’s, kinda cheating but not really reader is mentioned to have a little something with Dennis, drunk sex but reader is really just tipsy, “kid” used as a nickname, semi-public sex, car sex, nipple play, unprotected p in v (don’t), riding, dirty talk, choking, biting, spanking, both jack and reader are switches, creampie (i hate that word). I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,669.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I got sick after I started writing this so sorry if it gets kinda bad towards the end 😭 anyway, hope you enjoy :)

You were watching Dennis, who was supposed to be your ride home, sing his fifth song at karaoke. It was Victoria’s birthday, and some people from The Pitt decided to throw her a little party. You were having a lot of fun, but you couldn’t help worrying about how you were getting home.

You were taking a sip from your drink while staring at Dennis when you felt someone standing next to you. You turned around to find Abbot beside you.

“Why are you trying to kill poor Dennis with your eyes?”

You laughed a little, feeling your gaze relax even though you hadn’t even noticed it was tense.

“Well, he was supposed to be my ride home, but seeing as he’s channeling his inner pop star, I’m thinking I’m gonna need to figure out something else.” You gave him a defeated smile while he looked down at you with pity in his eyes.

“I’ll give you a ride, don’t worry about that.”

You immediately shook your head.

“What? Thank you, but no, you live on like the other side of the city.”

“Oh well, I wasn’t really asking. I was telling you I’m giving you a ride.”

He winked at you before leaving to go talk to everyone else.

You stood there frozen. Jack Abbot was probably your biggest weakness at The Pitt and one of the reasons why you avoided the night shift. He was exactly your type, and it was like your brain melted every time he was around. You were gonna need to sober up before getting in a car with that man or you might end up fucking his brains out.

You didn’t really sober up. You weren’t wasted, but you were at the point where you felt really brave, so when Jack told you it was time to leave, you knew you were in danger.

You said your goodbyes to everyone and walked next to Jack to his truck. The only sound on the way was your giggles every time you tripped and Jack caught you. You somehow made it to his truck, and when you were both inside, you felt Jack’s eyes on you and noticed the smile on his face, like he was admiring how dumb a person could be. You smiled to yourself and he shook his head, laughing.

Jack had been to your place a few times for reunions, so he remembered the way and immediately started driving. You pulled the window down to get some air and decided to stick your head out the window for a second.

“That might make you feel more drunk, kid,” Jack said in a worried voice.

“Fuck,” you murmured to yourself, getting back into your normal position.

Jack chuckled at how flushed your face was. He didn’t say it out loud, but he found you absolutely gorgeous like this. He tried to keep his mind on admiring you, but then he remembered.

“So Dennis, huh? Are you guys like dating? He didn’t want to let you go when we were heading out.”

He tried to smile, but it came out more like an awkward grin.

“Oh no, Denny is just my friend and stuff, but that’s it.”

“And stuff?” Jack repeated, trying to laugh it off, but again, it just came out weird.

Well, you and Dennis fucked sometimes when you both felt like it, but you didn’t want to tell one of your bosses that.

“Yeah… stuff,” you said nervously.

Jack didn’t say anything, just nodded, but you knew he understood.

“So why not date him?”

“He’s not my type like that, I guess.”

You shifted so you were directly looking at him. He had a weirdly serious expression now.

“Really? What’s your type then?”

“Older.” You replied without really thinking. For a second you regretted it, but Jack smiled, so you knew it was okay.

“What? Like Langdon older?” Langdon was probably like ten years older than you, but still, that wasn’t what you meant.

“Not really.”

Jack took a quick glance at you with a raised eyebrow.

“Aren’t you like mid-twenties?”

“Yeah, so what?”

“Well, I wouldn’t think you’d be going for someone even older.”

You shrugged and smiled at him.

“You seem really innocent. I wouldn’t take you for someone with that taste.”

You couldn’t help it when your hand wandered through his white curls. He closed his eyes for a brief moment when he felt your touch on his head.

“The alcohol has you feeling really brave, huh?” he said with a big smile.

“A little bit maybe. Is that okay?” you replied in an innocent voice, as if.

“I don’t know, kid. Is it?”

He sounded tense now, and you saw his knuckles turning white because he was gripping the steering wheel so hard.

“I think it is.”

Your fingers ran slowly through his hair. He groaned at your touch, and you were about to say something when he suddenly pulled over to the side of the road near the woods. You looked around, confused.

“Damn, Jack, is everything okay?”

“Hell no. You’re gonna make me crash with the way you’re touching me.”

You blushed and laughed, covering your face. Jack looked perplexed that you’d even asked him that question.

“I was just playing with your hair. You’re too easy.”

He looked at you with a smirk and a raised eyebrow. He took your arm and pulled you into his lap, making you straddle him. You gasped at the sudden action.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

He brushed your hair away from your face while his other hand rested on your hip. Both of your hands rested on his shoulders.

“Have you been plotting on me, kid?”

You laughed because, well, obviously you had.

“Maybe.”

You only heard a soft “hmm” before Jack pulled you in by the back of your head, crashing his lips against yours. The soft taste of liquor melted on your tongue as he kissed you slowly but hungrily. He kissed you until you were both out of breath, and he gave you ten seconds to recover before kissing you again.

It was slow, the kind of pace that made you needy, and you couldn’t help rolling your hips against him. You both whimpered into the kiss when you did, and his grip on your hips tightened.

You kept rolling your hips against him until he couldn’t stand it anymore and pulled back from the kiss.

“You want me to fuck you here, on the side of the road?”

He asked it in a tone that made you feel ashamed because he was talking to you like you were incredibly naughty.

“Jack, I want you to fuck me anywhere you want.”

“Fuck it,” he whispered to himself before kissing your neck. You moaned and threw your head back, giving him better access. He bit at the base of your neck, then pulled down your dress, making your breasts spill out. He took one into his mouth, sucking it and rolling your nipple on his tongue while he groped and played with the other one.

He did this for a while while you kept rolling your hips against him, feeling his growing erection press against your cunt, his clothes and your underwear becoming the most annoying barrier imaginable.

You decided you’d had enough, and your hands traveled down to his zipper.

“Are you sure?” Jack asked, his mouth still full of your tits.

You just nodded and unbuttoned his pants. Your hands slid under his boxers, and at the same time his hands moved beneath your dress. He rubbed your pussy over your underwear, which was already soaked.

“Holy fuck, you have definitely been plotting on me.”

He pulled your underwear to the side, his fingers sliding down your folds while your hand worked on his hard cock. Finally, you lifted yourself slightly and lined him up with your entrance. When you lowered yourself onto him, you both moaned out loud.

His hands gripped your hips, and once he was fully inside you, you stayed still for a moment, taking him in, your arms wrapped around his neck.

After a few seconds, you started moving. Jack’s hands were all over your body. He couldn’t help wanting to touch everywhere, and he was a talker.

“Such a tight cunt just for me.”

“You’ve been walking around the hospital thinking about being stuffed with my dick, huh?”

“Whitaker could never give you this, right?”

The last thing he said came right before he snapped his hips up against you. He held you by the ass while thrusting up at a brutal pace. You couldn’t help the moans and screams that escaped you, eventually biting down on his shoulder to keep quiet.

He did this for a few minutes before you started riding him again, faster this time. He spanked your ass, and you knew his hand was probably gonna leave a mark.

Your clit rubbed against him, and you started feeling that familiar knot in your stomach. You looked down at him and he was staring at you like you were an absolute goddess.

Your hand wrapped around his neck, squeezing lightly. He moaned when you did it, and you felt his dick twitch inside you. You squeezed his throat a little tighter and he moaned louder.

“I’m gonna cum,” he whispered, and you smiled to yourself.

Your hips started moving faster and both your moans grew louder. Even though he was on the verge of orgasm, he still cared about you, so his hands traveled between your legs and started rubbing your clit.

Your head fell onto his shoulder when he did that, your hand still wrapped around his neck while you moaned his name into his ear. That finally pushed him over the edge.

“Fuck, fuck, where do I cum?” he asked desperately.

“Inside, please.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He came immediately, and you followed right after him.

You stayed like that for a while, your head on his chest, him still inside you, both of you trying to catch your breath.

Farmboy!Dennis Whitaker x Doctor!Reader (afab).

summary: you have attended Dennis more than a few times, and he’s once again at the hospital, of course after so many times, he’s entitled to a little extra care.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), medical setting, doctor/patient ethical issues, injury/blood mention, dirty talk, handjob, nipple play, sub!dennis, crying during orgasm, both dennis and reader are pervs (dennis more obviously), probably nonsense medical terminology. I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 2,166.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. I really liked how my last story came out so I thought I do something similar but with reversed roles 😏 also, I’ve never seen that picture of gerran and now I can’t stop thinking about it, he’s so fucking hot. anyway, enjoy :))

You were zoning out at the nurse station. You had lost count of how many coffees and energy bars you had consumed, and still your energy was below zero. This was the last hour of your shift, which had felt like a 72-hour shift. Your full attention was on Princess’s desk when you heard someone coming in:

“Male, mid-20s, with a nice deep cut in the lower abdomen.”

You turned around to see the patient, meeting eyes with someone who had become almost a regular in the ER.

“Dennis? Again?” you said, shaking your head as you walked next to the gurney he was brought in on. You guided the paramedics to the first empty room you saw, and they helped you get him on the bed.

“Yeah,” he said softly, clearly in pain, his hand pressing on his stomach. He was wearing a flannel shirt that was already unbuttoned, and his bleeding was controlled with gauze taped over his wound. You heard the paramedics in the background. “Male, mid-twenties, laceration to the lower abdomen from farm equipment. Bleeding controlled with direct pressure. Vitals stable.”

“Thank you, guys. Got it from here,” you said as you started cleaning up his wound. You heard Dennis gasp and saw him closing his eyes and biting his lower lip so hard you thought it might start bleeding next.

“It’s not deep, thankfully. I’m gonna clean you up, give you some stitches, and antibiotics.”

He only nodded, still with his eyes closed and abusing his lower lip.

“Please breathe. I don’t want to deal with something worse.”

He opened one eye first and looked at you a bit scared, then opened both eyes and nodded.

“What happened now, Dennis? I’ve seen you more than I see some of my night shift coworkers lately.” You tried to distract him from the numbing and stitching.

“I was fixing something on a trailer, slipped when I was stepping down, and the torn edge of a metal panel decided to attack me.” He said, staring at the lights on the ceiling. You tried not to laugh. “You’re tired of seeing my face then, huh?” You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left your mouth this time.

“Well, Dennis, I definitely don’t wanna see anyone hurt, especially like once every week.” You stared at him with narrow eyes.

“Good point.”

You shook your head, finishing the stitches on him.

“We’re done with this. I’m gonna get some antibiotics now. Who should we call to pick you up?”

He slapped his forehead and let his hand drag down his face. “No one’s home. My oldest brother is graduating from med school tomorrow. I was supposed to leave early in the morning.”

You knew you shouldn’t do it, but your mouth was quicker than your brain.

“Ugh, Dennis. My shift is finishing in like an hour. I’ll give you a ride if you can wait.”

“Oh, I couldn’t. I’ll just take an Uber or something.”

“Yeah, no goddamn Uber is taking you to that farm, at least not for cheap.”

He tried to say something, but you raised your hand to signal him to stop, and you left the room to get what he needed.

You weren’t joking when you said you had seen Dennis a lot lately. If it wasn’t something that happened to him, it was one of his brothers, but he was constantly around. You had, of course, somehow bonded with him during these visits. At the end of the day, you were around the same age, and he was really funny and nice. You couldn’t ignore, of course, how attractive he was too. That’s why you shouldn’t have offered him a ride. You didn’t know how strong you could be, especially after such a stressful shift and so much pent-up tension between you two.

You wouldn’t know it, but Dennis felt guilty about how many times he had wished something would happen just so he could come see your pretty face, which he dreamed about almost every night.

You finished taking care of Dennis a little bit later, and you were also finished with your shift. You went to change into your regular clothes and came back for Dennis, who was hanging out with some of the nurses that absolutely adored him, and you couldn’t help but smile at the sight of a shy Dennis and the nurses with heart eyes staring at him and his open shirt. You rolled your eyes and finally managed to take him away from the hungry nurses.

You both walked silently to your car. You remembered the way to the farm, as you had already been there a few times when they needed medical attention but couldn’t go to the ER, and other times when they invited you in for dinner as a way to show you gratitude. Dennis fell asleep on the way, and you couldn’t help but stare sometimes at his almost perfect side profile.

Dennis woke up as soon as you pulled up to his driveway.

“Please come in for dinner, a coffee, or whatever.” He offered, almost desperate.

“Oh, I don’t think I should.”

“Pleaseee.”

You stared at each other for a few seconds, and you could almost swear he put a spell on you when he looked at you with those big blue eyes.

“Okay, Whitaker, but just for a few minutes.”

He smiled and nodded. You both walked into the house, which was honestly beautiful and big, perfect for the large family.

“What would you like?” Dennis asked, walking behind you.

“Honestly, just water. I think I’ve had more than enough coffee for today.”

Dennis raised an eyebrow but agreed.

“Go to the living room. I’ll bring it there.”

You nodded and walked over there, sitting on the big comfy couch. Dennis walked in a few minutes later with a glass of water and sat next to you.

“Well, thank you, Doctor.” He said with a shy smile. “I’m starting to think I could be a doctor with how much time I spend at the ER.”

You chuckled at the thought because Dennis was the biggest farm boy ever. There was not a chance.

“Imagine, Doctor Whitaker.” You smiled while saying this. “It actually sounds nice.” You both chuckled.

“Well yeah, that’s gonna be my brother. Couldn’t imagine myself doing all that.”

You smiled and looked down to see a tiny bit of blood on his gauze.

“Oh, forgot to tell you there could be a tiny bit of bleeding.”

He looked down and touched where the cut was.

“Oh, what should I do then?”

“Well, nothing really. It’s normal. I can help you clean it so it doesn’t bother you, and also so you can see how to properly clean it.”

“Nah, I don’t wanna bother you off the clock.”

You smiled and shook your head. “Don’t worry about it. Look at it more as a friendly act rather than me being a doctor.”

You said, taking the medical kit you had made for him. He stayed quiet while you replaced the gauze, his eyes following every movement of your hands. The room was almost painfully silent now. Just the ticking clock in the kitchen and the occasional hiss from Dennis when your fingers brushed too close to the stitches. You felt his eyes staring down at you.

“What are you looking at, huh?” you said playfully, trying to get rid of the weird tension building up.

“Oh, nothing. Just admiring the best doctor doing her thing.”

You shook your head, trying to hide the way you were blushing.

“Can I tell you something?” he said almost in a whisper.

You could feel this was about to get you into trouble, so you instinctively said, “I don’t think so.”

He bit his lower lip as he stared at you. He felt his whole body getting hot every time you touched his lower stomach.

“Please…” he whispered.

“Dennis.”

“Come on, doc.”

You finished cleaning him up and changing his gauze. You put everything away and looked at him. Your expression didn’t say much, but his said he was so desperate he might cry. His eyes were even a bit glossy.

“What is it, Dennis?”

His hand went to cup your cheek. “I think about you so much. You have no idea. I feel disgusting.”

“What do you think about, Dennis?”

Your hands were now resting on his thighs. His breath got heavier, and his cheeks were bright red.

“You. Sometimes I pray something happens just so I can go to the ER and see your pretty face.”

Your hands started climbing up, resting on his crotch. You felt his growing erection and looked at him. He understood you wanted him to keep talking.

“When you were healing the wound on my stomach, every time you looked up at me, I had to fight myself not to get hard because I could only think about how that’s probably what you would look like sucking on my cock.”

You smiled. Your hands now reached for his zipper, and he nodded quickly. You unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his boxers. His hard cock sprang out. It was thick and veiny, his tip a soft pink that looked so sensitive. You teased him, getting down and looking up at him, licking the slit on his tip, although you did it more for yourself than for him. He let out a loud gasp and a soft moan. Anyway, you knew you weren’t gonna do that today, so after that, you sat up, your hand still holding his cock.

“Keep talking,” you whispered in his ear, and you could see the shiver that went down his spine.

“When I see you at the hospital walking around, your scrubs cling to your body so fucking good. I think about what it would be like to pull them down and fuck you there.”

His voice was shaky, and his eyes stared at your hand going up and down on his cock. He whimpered at the sight, unable to understand how this was his life. You kissed his jaw, encouraging him to keep talking.

“That time when I hurt my arm and you were fixing it, your tits brushed against it a few times and fuck that feels good—”

He was cut off by a moan when he felt you squeezing his cock. His head leaned against you, one of his hands squeezing your thigh and the other gripping the couch.

“And I thought about how bad I wanted to suck on them for hours.”

You bit your lip at the thought and started moving your hand faster.

“For so many nights I’ve jerked off thinking about how nice it would be to sink my dick into your pussy, how tight it probably is, and how nice it would suck me in.”

His voice was shakier now, and his whimpering was louder. He squeezed your thigh so hard you were sure it was gonna leave a mark.

You were wearing a low V-neck top, so it was easy when you pulled it down and revealed one of your breasts for Dennis. He looked up at you with pleading eyes, and you just nodded at him. He immediately latched his mouth onto your tits. The hand gripping the couch was now groping one of your breasts while he sucked the other. He acted like a starving man, desperately sucking and biting at your tits, his tongue circling your nipple, his fingers pinching the other one, your hand going up and down on his cock faster. Everything was so nasty, leaving both of you a mess of whimpers and moans.

It was too much for Dennis. When you ran your thumb against his tip, you felt his precum leaking, and his body was trembling.

“Please, please, I need to cum,” he said in a muffled voice because he couldn’t stop suffocating in your tits.

Your movements got faster, and you could only hear soft moans, pleas, and your name coming out of Dennis’s mouth.

Finally, his body tensed, and a few seconds later you felt his cum covering part of your hand while he groaned and moaned against your chest. You looked at him. He was staring at your hand on his cock, and his eyes were teary thanks to the intense orgasm he had just had.

When he finally came down from it, he looked at you with a big smile and flushed cheeks.

“I can’t believe that happened.”

You blushed, fixing your top, and Dennis looked honestly sad to lose the sight.

“I shouldn’t have done that,” you said in a worried voice.

“Hey, it’s okay. No one will ever know,” Dennis reassured you. “You were just being a friend to me, right? You’re not a Doctor now.” He smirked at you.

You shook your head with a little smile. “You’re such a perv, Dennis Whitaker.”

Dennis Whitaker x AFAB Reader.

summary: you have a little incident trying some arts and crafts on your own, luckily your boyfriend is a Doctor that knows exactly how to make you feel better.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), injuries (ankle sprain), established relationship, softdom dennis, oral sex (f receiving), biting, hair pulling, cum in pants (#needthat). I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,393.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. guys I literally dreamed this, like straight up woke up and got to writing cause I couldn’t let it slip. I need this man so badly ugh. anyway, enjoy!!

Dennis was absolutely done with his shift. He couldn’t wait to finish his shift report to the night shift and go home to his beautiful girlfriend. He had been thinking about that for the last few hours to help himself not lose his mind. He is daydreaming a bit too much when he feels a hand on his shoulder, turning around to find a worried Dana.

“First of all, it’s nothing serious and she’s fine.” She gives him a soft pat on the shoulder. “Second of all, that would be about your sweet lady who just got treated.”

Dennis opens his eyes wider, if that’s even possible. “What? Where the hell is she?” He says, ready to run.

“North—”

Dennis doesn’t even wait for the number, he just runs to that wing, thankfully finding his girlfriend in the second room he checks. He immediately gets in.

“What the hell happened?” He sees his girlfriend lying in bed with a CAM boot adorning her foot.

“Oh hey babe.” You smile as if nothing was going on. “Remember that painting I really wanted to hang up? Yeah…”

“The painting I told you I would hang up TOMORROW on my free day?” He says with a disapproving look, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Yeah well, I got bored and thought I’d do it myself, but turns out I have terrible balance standing on a ladder.” You say, fidgeting with your hands, staring at your boot and finally feeling the weight of the consequences for your silly acts.

Dennis shakes his head, rubbing his face in a bit of frustration, but ends up just laughing at the thought of you falling.

“You’re lucky I’m literally just finishing my shift. I’ll just go get changed and we can get out of here.”

You nod. “Lucky girl,” you whisper to yourself as you see your boyfriend leaving the room, and then again your boot.

Dennis was quick to finish his business, and luckily enough, he was able to buy his own truck a few months ago so you didn’t have to wait, and also luckily enough, he was strong enough to pick you up and carry you everywhere.

The ride home was nice, and Dennis ended up just laughing at your story about how you fell and Ubered to the ER because you were embarrassed to call an ambulance, and Shen found you limping outside the hospital and had to run to get you a wheelchair to help you get inside.

When you get home you are grateful that you guys live on the first floor so it’s not that hard to get you inside, especially because your boyfriend obviously carries you from the truck to your house and even sits you down on the couch. No matter how tired he was, he was never tired when it came to you.

You were both finally able to chill on the couch, your legs resting on the coffee table, Dennis lying beside you with his hand on your lap, your fingers dancing through his hair while his danced across your naked legs.

“At least you were wearing a dress, you would’ve cried more if they had to cut your clothes.” He smiles and presses a soft kiss to your thigh. He looks up at you and you feel weak every time you make eye contact with those big blue eyes. “What can I do to make you feel better? I actually feel bad about not being there with you, and I didn’t even get to treat you at the hospital.” He pouts his lips and you can’t help but chuckle.

“Well Shen found me. Also, I think you would’ve freaked out if you had to treat me.”

He’s about to argue but ends up just nodding because he knows you’re right. He cares way too much about you.

He presses another soft kiss to your thigh, his hand squeezing it a little bit. You stare at him and he gives you a smirk. “You know? As a doctor, I think I know exactly what you need.” He says while kissing your thigh over and over again.

“Oh really?” You smile and pull his hair to make him look at you properly. “And what would that be, Doctor?”

Dennis bites his bottom lip and proceeds to roll onto the floor. He kneels between your legs, opening them with his hands. Your eyes devour him as he leaves a trail of kisses from your knees to your inner thighs. As he gets closer to your cunt, his hands travel from your hips to your underwear, pulling it down. A gasp leaves his red lips when he gets a view of your pussy once you unconsciously open your legs wider for him, and another gasp escapes him when he fully takes off your underwear and realizes there’s a damp patch on them. He smiles to himself and puts them in his back pocket, making you blush.

“You could’ve just asked instead of waiting for me to bring it up.” He softly bites your inner thigh, making you whimper. Your hands fly again to his head, your fingers intertwining in his hair. He takes your healthy leg and places it over his shoulder for a better angle.

Dennis usually likes to tease a little bit, but today he decides both of you had gone through enough, so he gets straight to business.

He licks a slow stripe along your slit, from the bottom to the top where he kisses your clit. You let out a loud moan and pull his hair harder. He smiles against your pussy at your desperation. He circles your clit with his tongue, then licks down until he starts fucking you with his tongue. You scream his name and arch your back in pleasure, your head thrown back and your eyes closed. Dennis is still fucking you with his tongue when you feel a slap on your inner thigh, making you look down at him. He motions for you to keep your eyes on him. You don’t think you can get any more turned on, but somehow that gesture does it.

You keep your eyes on him while the room is filled with the naughty sounds of your heavy breathing and moans. Dennis groans against your pussy and the wet sounds his mouth makes while he fucks you with it. He goes from fucking you with his tongue to kissing your clit over and over again, faster and slower.

Your moans get louder and he feels your body shaking against him, your hips moving against his mouth, and he doubles his efforts. You try to touch your tits for more pleasure but he reaches up and moves your hand away again. Taking your place, he pulls down your dress, making your breasts pop out. He moans against your pussy at the sight of one of his favorite parts of your body. He immediately starts grabbing and groping, pinching your hardened nipple, and he ends up revealing your other breast to give them both his attention, but he never stops working his mouth on your pussy.

He knows you’re close when you’re practically screaming his name and pulling his head as close to your cunt as you can, and you haven’t really noticed, but he’s rubbing himself against the couch. When you finally reach your orgasm, drenching his mouth and chin with your juices, screaming his name and pulling his hair, he can’t help but cum too. He bites your thigh as he cums in his pants, his body shaking from the force of his orgasm.

He stays like that against your thigh, trying to catch his breath the same way you are while you stare at him with the biggest smile, flushed cheeks, and a sweaty forehead.

“Did you—” You try to ask about how he just came in his pants, but he cuts you off immediately.

“Yes, I came in my pants.”

Your smile gets even bigger and you bite your lower lip when you look down and catch a glimpse of the wet spot on his pants.

Michael Robinavitch x Resident Reader (AFAB).

summary: you try to call out Dr. Robby for his bad attitude, but what starts as a heated argument quickly spirals into something far more intense behind closed doors.

warnings: SMUT (mdni), power imbalance, age gap- r is late 20’s and Robby mid 50’s, dom!robby, brat!taming, manhandling, praise and degradation, m!sogyny, spanking, touching over clothing, not p in v, maybe dub!con. I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,113.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. uni is beating me up and I haven’t had much time to write :( but hopefully I’ll be free this week. I was thinking so much of the movie Secretary while writing this so I might write something with that dynamic next ;) but anyway, enjoy :)

“Look, I really don’t care if you’re the big man here when you’re actually acting like a manchild,” you raised your voice at him.

You are a third-year resident at The Pitt, yelling at your attending because you just have the balls to do so, because you can’t stand him projecting himself onto everyone else.

“No. You can’t talk to me like that, and you know it.” Robby walks up to you, pointing his finger at your face, and you’re close to slapping his hand away when suddenly the door to the room you’re in bursts open, and you turn to see a very, very angry Dana.

“Absolutely fucking not!” she yells at you both. “The whole damn place can hear this fight, so I’m gonna ask you both to stop it or take it somewhere else. I don’t need you stressing the patients and doctors even more.”

You cross your arms in front of your chest and hold yourself from rolling your eyes just because you really respect Dana. You start walking out, whispering an apology to her on your way. You can feel Robby’s steps behind you, so you head to the south wing, to the very last room, which isn’t being used, and burst the door open, followed by Robby, who then slams it shut.

“Look, if you’re gonna give me shit, do it quickly, ’cause I still have to do some shift report to Abbott,” you say, closing your eyes, hands on your hips, a defeated look on your face. You hear a sarcastic chuckle from him, which makes you open your eyes and stare at him.

“Really? You really think you can just get away with talking to me like that?” Robby says while walking closer to you. You get the instinct to back up, but you don’t. “So I should treat you all nice while you get to fucking degrade me?” He’s really close now; you have to look up at him thanks to the stupid height difference.

“I wasn’t even talking about me. But honestly, just fuck this. I don’t even care anymore.” You try to walk away, but he pulls you by your arm, making you crash against his chest.

“Oh, so now you don’t care?” He pushes you away a little bit, his hands on your shoulders to keep you still, staring down at you. Have you ever heard of “if looks could kill”? Yeah…

“I’m not apologizing. You can do whatever you want, but I’m not apologizing,” you say firmly, your voice a little shaky but still firm.

He raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Whatever I want? So maybe I should just fire you for forgetting who’s in charge here.” He looks you up and down. “Or maybe I should just give you a lesson. What do you think?”

Your stomach drops, but in a good way, if that’s even a thing. You can’t deny that you have always been attracted to Dr. Robby, but you never dared to cross the line because you know he’s… well, a whore, honestly. But now, in this position and after so much built-up frustration, you don’t know what to say.

“Dr. Robby…” Your voice comes out as a whisper, your stomach dropping again, the weight of his hands on your shoulders feeling heavier now.

“Oh, now I’m Dr. Robby?” He laughs, pats your shoulders, and starts guiding you toward the bed, making you sit down while he stands in front of you, his hands now on his hips, looking at you like he’s trying to figure out what to do with his troubled kid. “You know, I think you’re actually so pretty when you’re quiet.” He scratches his beard. “Too pretty, actually. Distracting, even.”

You try looking away, but he immediately grabs your face, making you look at him. “Come on, show me that brave face you had on just a few minutes ago.”

You roll your eyes and shake your head, earning a soft slap from Robby. You want to say or do something, but you can’t, because you liked it.

“Such a bad, whiny girl,” he chuckles. He somehow picks you up from the bed and sits himself down in your place, then pulls your arm again and makes you lie across his lap, your face down, pressed against his thigh. You feel his hand run across your back all the way down to your ass, to which he gives it a squeeze, and you can’t help the whimper that escapes your lips.

You feel his eyes glued to your body, and then his hand smacks your ass. You respond with something between a wince and a moan, your hand instinctively gripping his thigh.

“Is this what you need to get rid of that bitchy attitude of yours?” he whispers in a much deeper voice and slaps you again, harder this time. “I’m gonna keep going until you apologize to me like the good girl I know you can be.”

You bite your lower lip so hard you start tasting your own blood.

Robby wasn’t joking either—he keeps going. You’ve lost count of how many spanks he’s given you; you just know your ass cheeks are burning, but you’re more focused on Robby’s voice whispering to you:

“I can be here for hours, seeing you jump every time I touch you.”

“Trying to act so tough, but here you are, melting in my hands.”

“What would everyone else think if they saw their favorite doctor being such a whore?”

“I bet you’re so wet for me right now.”

And of course, because he is who he is, he’s not going without confirming it. So the spanking finally stops, and you feel his large hand going inside your scrubs until he’s met with a damp patch on your underwear. You hear him laugh before he softly slaps your cunt over your underwear.

“Think I’m gonna take this as your apology,” he says, rubbing you. You can’t see him, but you know he has the biggest smile on his face.

He fixes your underwear and your scrubs and helps you stand up from his lap. Standing in front of him, he looks you up and down, and you do the same, catching a glance at what has been pressing against your stomach, his very noticeable erection. You blush even more.

“Get out of here, and don’t let it happen again, ’cause I’ll do this in front of everyone,” he says, his eyes devouring you.

You nod, fix your hair, and start walking to the door. You feel his gaze on your body, and before walking out, you turn around to look at him.

Frank Langdon x Nurse Reader (AFAB).

summary: after a long shift at The Pitt you just wanna get back home, good thing your friend Dr. Langdon is there and you can both use some relief.

warnings: SMUT, talking about divorce, age gap- r is in her early 20’s and Langdon mid 30’s, dom!langdon, unprotected p in v (don’t), riding, praising and degradation (kinda), spanking (just once). I think that’s all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,949.

author’s note: english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes. Thank you for your nice response to my Whitaker story!! I have some other ideas for more stories but feel free to send me requests too. also i need to get better at summaries and formatting lmao, but anyway, enjoy :)

You are so fucking done with your shift. You start with your car not wanting to work for some reason, and then everyone is mad as fuck at the hospital, crazy people all over the place. They have to shut down all technology, so you still have pending charting, and now you’ve been walking all over the hospital trying to find Whitaker, who is needed by a patient but is nowhere to be found. You walk all over the place asking everyone if they have seen him, and it’s only when you pass the break room that you see him yelling at… Langdon? You immediately burst the door open, gaining two pairs of blue eyes staring at you, a confused Langdon and an annoyed Whitaker.

“So you’re here while I’m looking freaking everywhere for you?” You point your finger at Whitaker, trying your best not to crash out. “Your patient in South 19 is asking for you.”

Whitaker looks at you with terrified eyes and walks quickly to the door. “Sorry,” he says to both you and Langdon as he leaves the room, leaving you staring at Langdon.

“The fuck was that?” you ask, crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, he hates me, like everyone else around here, apparently,” Langdon says with a defeated tone as he sits in a chair, fingers running through his hair.

You walk closer to him, perching on the edge of the table. “No one hates you,” you say, rubbing his arm in comfort.

“Santos despises me, Whitaker is following up with her, Robby is not far from that, and do you want to talk about my now ex-wife?” He stares at you, blue eyes penetrating your soul, and you can only manage an awkward grin and an uncomfortable nod.

“Well, I don’t hate you at all.” He kind of laughs at your response and rubs his temple. “Well, I need to finish my charting, so I’m going to leave you.” You pat his back before walking away, but then you remember. “Hey, can you be an angel and give me a ride to my place? My car decides to ruin my day early today.” You place your hands together as if you’re praying, and Langdon knows he can’t ever deny you anything.

“Sure, I’ll meet you in the parking lot when you’re done.”

“See? How can anyone hate you?” You mutter a “thank you” as you leave the room.

Frank stays in the room for a few minutes, just thinking of everything, but now especially you. You had made his first day back way easier, checking on him as much as you could, trusting him with absolutely everything, and honestly? Just seeing you from afar made him feel better. You guys always had a nice friendship (?), but there was always something more. Of course, he used to be a married man… not anymore, though.

You walk, absolutely exhausted, through the parking lot looking for Frank when you finally spot him leaning on his car, head thrown back and eyes closed. You decide to walk stealthily toward him and scare him, poking his stomach—which, by the way, is extremely hard.

“Holy fuck! I didn’t hear you!” he says with a hand to his chest as he shakes his head at your giggles.

“You seemed like you needed that.” You try to contain your laughter. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I’m FINALLY ready to go.”

He just shakes his head again before opening the door for you. You smile at him for the gesture and can’t help but bite your lip as he closes it and walks around to the driver’s seat.

The drive to your apartment goes quickly as you talk the whole way there. When you get to your place, the tension is obvious, and there’s no human force that can separate you both.

“You want to come in? For a coffee or whatever?” you ask nervously, fidgeting with your hands.

“Woah, how I miss being in my 20s and never getting really tired. But sure, I’ll come in for a bit.”

You smile, and you pretty much jump out of the car as soon as he parks.

When you walk into your apartment, Langdon looks around, a bit surprised at how organized everything is. “I’m going to need some organizing tips now that I’m living alone. This place is really neat.”

You giggle as you walk him to your couch. “Sure thing. So what can I get you?”

You watch him make a slight wince of pain as he sits down. “Is everything okay?” you ask, concerned.

“Yeah, yeah. My back has been hurting a little bit, probably made a bad move. And coffee would be great, thanks.”

“And for your back?”

“Something hot, please.”

You nod and walk to the kitchen to prepare both things, coming back to Frank quickly and handing them to him. You ask him to move so you can place the heating pad behind him. He, of course, tries to fight you but fails miserably. After you do it, you sit next to him, and your conversation goes on as smoothly as before.

Neither of you can keep your eyes off each other, both of you examining every part of the other’s face, eyes, nose, lips… especially lips.

“So, how are you feeling about the divorce? If I’m not intruding too much?” you ask, taking a sip of your coffee.

“I’m alright. Fortunately, nothing is messy, and well… it was meant to happen, I guess.”

You don’t know how or when, but his hand is now resting across your legs. You look at it before looking at him again. He is looking at you almost hungrily, and you can’t help but smile at that.

“Oh, I’m sure,” you mutter, staring at him while he drinks his coffee and licks his lips.

“I’m sorry,” you say, and before he can respond, you lean in to kiss him. It’s a messy kiss, deep but short because you regret it and pull back, putting your hand over your mouth. “I’m so sorry, I shouldn’t have—”

“Hey, shh, it’s okay.” He pulls your arm, bringing you closer to him. “You’ve been wanting to do that?” he asks with a grin that makes you blush, and you can only manage to nod.

He smiles and cups your face with both his hands, and, luckily, decides to return the kiss. This time it’s slower, deeper, and hungrier. You get lost in the taste of coffee on his tongue and the way he bites your lips. You can’t help but let out a soft moan, which he answers with a groan.

You feel his hands roaming over your back before he pulls you by one of your legs, making you straddle his lap, all while he keeps kissing you, only breaking away from time to time to get some air. His hands squeeze your thighs and move their way to your ass, which he also squeezes before giving you a soft spank that makes you moan and roll your hips against him, feeling his erection against you. You both moan at the same time, in between a kiss.

“Fuck, I might not be in my 20s anymore, but I’m very much awake right now,” he says before devouring your mouth again, his hands now going under your shirt. His hands immediately reach for your breasts, groping desperately, and then he goes to take off your shirt, which goes flying somewhere, your bra following right after.

“Fuck,” he whispers as he moves to your jaw and neck, lowering wet kisses to your breasts. You moan as you pull his hair, your hips rocking against his, feeling him grow harder under you.

You get up, earning a gasp from him, and you giggle as you take off your pants and underwear, making eye contact with him the whole time. He bites his lip when you’re fully naked, his mouth dropping open as you walk back to him. He takes off his shirt, and now you understand why his stomach is so hard—you’re greeted with a defined six-pack.

When you walk up to him, he tries to switch positions, but you don’t let that happen. “Your back hurts, let me take care of you now,” you say as you unzip his jeans and pull them down along with his boxers. You’re practically drooling at the sight of his cock, hard, the pink tip already leaking precum.

“Fuck,” you whisper, now it’s your turn to say it.

You climb on top of him, admiring his face, sweat on his forehead, red lips from making out, blue eyes now darker. You kiss him again, rubbing your cunt against his cock. You both moan. You lift yourself slightly, and when you go to guide him, his hand is already on his cock, his tip teases you.

“Langdon—”

“You’re so fucking wet, I might cum as soon as I’m inside you.” He kisses your neck as you slowly lower yourself onto him, a loud moan escaping both of you as he stretches you out, your hands gripping his shoulders.

When he’s fully inside, it takes you a moment before you start moving. When you finally do, pleasure hits you both hard. His hands fly to your hips to help you keep a steady rhythm.

“So tight… so good for me,” he whispers in your ear, along with a mix of praise and degradation.

“You needed a good cock after that shift, didn’t you?”

“Couldn’t wait for me to get a divorce so you could ride me like a good whore, huh?”

“Best fucking nurse riding my dick.”

Your moans get louder every time he speaks. You bite his shoulder as you start to feel that familiar knot in your stomach.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me… are you going to cum now?”

You nod quickly, almost in tears from the pleasure. He smiles and takes your face in his hands, making you look at him.

“Show me how efficient you are and cum for me,” he says as he starts thrusting up into you, meeting your movements. His words and the eye contact push you over the edge. You tighten around him, screaming his name as you come, holding onto his arms. He follows almost instantly, coming deep inside you, moaning your name.

You stay on top of him, both of you trying to catch your breath, your head resting on his chest while he plays with your hair.

“Fuck, I came inside, I didn’t even—” he says, clearly panicked. “Birth control,” you say quickly, and you hear him sigh in relief.

“So? How did I take care of you? Was I efficient enough?” you ask, looking up at him with a big, flirty smile.

K that’s it bye 👋🏼 and thank u!

Dennis Whitaker × AFAB!Reader.

summary: after you become a widow, the doctor that tried to help your husband started helping you around the house, it was all friendly until after a few months of tension and a bad night change things between you.

warnings: SMUT obvi, power imbalance, softdom dennis, p in v, unprotected sex (don't try this at home pls), biting, breeding kink, "doll" used as a petname. I think that's all but lmk if I missed something.

wc: 1,779.

author's note: hii! pls keep in mind that english is NOT my first language so I apologize for any mistakes, also this is the first time I write something in like 9 years so bear with me pls lol, anyway hope you enjoy :)

You pace around the kitchen in your pajamas, dinner ready, you’re fresh out of the shower and the baby is finally sleeping peacefully. Now you’re only missing your friend, Dennis Whitaker. You met him almost a year ago at the hospital after a tragic accident with your late husband. Whitaker is so good to you, checking on you every day, helping you around the house—no matter how exhausted he is or how much his shift extends, he still comes to your house every single day.

You have grown very fond of him; it’s impossible not to, with those big, kind blue eyes, his shy humor, and considerate persona. The rare day he doesn’t come around, it feels like you’re missing half of yourself. Even if it sounds crazy, it really feels like that.

You’re lost in your thoughts when you hear a soft knock at the door, and you practically run to open it, coming face to face with your blue-eyed friend. You give him a soft, rather pitiful smile.

“Well hello, Doctor.”You step aside so he can come in, taking in his exhausted expression as he walks past you. “So, how was your first day as an official doctor?”

You walk behind him, admiring his back that has gotten bigger since he comes to work at the farm with you.

“Crazy, exhausting, crushing,” he replies, almost laughing at how defeated he feels. He stops in the hallway between the living room and the kitchen, turning on his heels to look at you. “Where do you need me?” It makes something tickle in your stomach. His benevolence always stirs something in you; you try to ignore how hot your cheeks feel.

“Well, to the kitchen, of course. You wouldn’t think I was gonna make you work even more.” You walk, a bit rushed, to the kitchen.

“Come on, sit.”You point to the stools on the kitchen island and move next to him to take his backpack. “I’ll put this aside.” You take his bag, and you feel his eyes on you—Dennis’s gaze is different tonight.

“Thank you,” he says, almost in a whisper that makes you shiver.

You leave his bag aside and come back to serve dinner, listening as Dennis rants about how awful his shift was, the hackers, his fight with Dr. Langdon, and a little old lady taking his paycheck?. You try to be attentive, but it’s hard. His deep, tired voice, his messy hair, the dark circles under his eyes, and his arms—oh, his arms. Every time he stretches in frustration, you look away, trying to ignore what you’re feeling.

But Dennis sees you. He sees how you act differently, his eyes fixed on you.

“Is the baby asleep?” he asks at the end of his rant, now focused on his plate.

“Yeah, fell asleep right before you got here.” You don’t look at him, choosing to play with your food.

“Is everything alright?” His voice sounds concerned, so you look up, meeting those eyes that make your legs weak.

“Yeah, I’m sorry you had a rough shift, though.”

He nods but says nothing, standing up and walking to the dishwasher behind you with his empty plate.

“You don’t need to clean, Dennis."

“I know, but I want to.”

You shake your head, knowing there’s no point in stopping him. Then you feel him walking behind you, stopping right next to you. You look at him, he’s staring down at you, one hand on his hip, the other on the kitchen island, cornering you. “Are you gonna tell me what’s up?”

“Me? I don’t know, Whitaker. You’re the one cornering me.” You try to laugh, but only a nervous giggle comes out.

“You’re acting weird. I already had a bad day. don’t do this to me.” His pleading eyes make you feel guilty, all because you’re acting like a high school girl with a crush.

“I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s going on with me. It’s not your fault.” You turn on your stool to face him, smiling lazily. “Sorry, Doctor.”

His eyes light up, a shy smile forming. “Well, if you say so.” He shrugs, and again you notice how much his body has changed. “You know, the only thing keeping me sane on my shift is knowing I’m coming here later and that I can just rant and complain while eating something delicious.” He smiles, showing his teeth, and you mirror it.

“Well, I’m glad I get to help you somehow. Nothing seems enough compared to how much you help me. I wish I could do more for you.” You stand with your empty plate and walk to the dishwasher. You feel Dennis step behind you, stopping just inches away.

“More? What do you mean?”

You rest your hands on the dishwasher and close your eyes. “I don’t know… just more.”

He steps closer until he’s pressed softly against you, his hands sliding along your arms. “Are you sure you don’t know what you mean?” His voice lowers near your ear. Goosebumps spread across your body, and you lean your head back onto his shoulder.

“Dennis…” you whisper.

“Talk to me.”

You need all your strength not to melt completely.

“I don’t wanna ruin this or get you in trouble,” you admit, eyes still closed, just feeling him.

“And what do you want?”

“I think you know, Whitaker.”

You barely finish the sentence before his hands grip your hips, turning you to face him.

“Please just give me permission to give it to you. I don’t care about getting in trouble.”

You gasp, but one look at him, those eyes on the verge of breaking—and you lose it. You lean in and kiss him, hands pressed to his chest. The kiss is hungry, desperate. His hands move everywhere, exploring you. He bites your lip, and you bite back harder, pulling a whimper and a smile from him. He lifts you easily, setting you on the kitchen island.

“I’ve been needing this for months.” His voice is rough as he pulls your robe off, leaving you in your silk nightgown. He looks at you like he’s starving.

“Every time I came in here and you were wearing this, I would go back home and think all night about how much I wanted to strip you and fuck you right here in this kitchen.” You can’t answer as his hands slide up your thighs until he reaches your center.

“No underwear at all? You’re insane.” He kisses that sensitive spot on your neck as he circled your clit. You were already wet, and he smiled to himself at that.

“We just kissed, doll.” You knew that—but he didn’t know that you had been watching him earlier, seeing how big he looked, how you imagined him throwing you around.

“Please, Dennis…” That’s all you can manage to say as you grip his arms, his hand now buried deep inside you.

“Let me take my time and appreciate you, since I waited for so long,” he murmurs with a mocking smile.

His other hand moves to the straps of your nightgown, pulling them down until your breasts were are fully exposed, and you could swear his eyes shone at the sight. He immediately attached himself to your nipple, sucking like a hungry man.

“So pretty…” He whispers. You run your fingers through his hair, growing impatient.

“Dennis, please, I need you.” You cry out and he looks at you, breath unsteady and eyes darker than even. He nods and says “I fucking need you too.”

His hands fly to his pants, still wearing his scrubs. He pulls them down along with his boxers, and you finally see him, thick, hard, needy, just as desperate as you. You can tell he can’t hold back anymore as he gives himself a few quick strokes before positioning himself between your legs.

He looks at you, then takes your jaw with his hand so you have to meet his gaze. There’s something almost proud in his expression as he slides himself up and down your folds before finally pushing in.

As he eases inside, he leans in and kisses you, pulling a loud moan from you, and another from himself.

“Finally,” he whispers, almost to himself.

Once he’s fully inside, he stills for a moment, like he’s taking in the feeling of you around him. His eyes close, his hands settling on your hips. Then he starts moving slowly.

Your head falls back as you feel him stretching you, and he can’t take his eyes off where your bodies meet. The sight alone almost makes him cum.

Suddenly, he nearly pulls out before snapping his hips forward, making you gasp, almost scream, if it weren’t for his hand covering your mouth.

“Don’t wanna wake the baby,” he murmurs. You nod quickly. He repeats the movement a few times, harder each time, until you’re pleading for more.

“Faster… please…” And of course, he listens.

His mouth falls open every time he pushes deeper, his hands gripping your thighs so tightly you know they’ll leave marks—and the thought only makes you clench around him.

“Oh, fuck… you’re gonna—” he cuts himself off, looking at you, both surprised and completely lost in pleasure.

You can’t even form words anymore. The pleasure is too much, too overwhelming. All you can do is pull him closer, pressing messy kisses along his jaw, his neck, biting when he hits that perfect spot that makes your vision blur.

“I’m close,” he groans. “Where do you want it?” You can’t even imagine him pulling away.

“Inside,” you manage to say. A slow, almost disbelieving smile spreads across his face.

“Yeah? You want my baby now?”

You couldn’t answer, you just dig your nails into his biceps which seems to send him to another world as you immediately feel his cock twitching inside you and then the hot liquid filling you, Dennis burying his face on your neck as he moans your name and whispers dirty words into your ear, which ultimately sends you to reach your peek, squeezing him, he responds by moving one of his hands to your clit rubbing it as he thrusts faster and harder, taking everything from you.

Then everything slows.

You both stay like that for a moment, holding onto each other, trying to catch your breath. He doesn’t pull out, doesn’t want to.

After a few seconds, he presses a soft kiss to your cheek, then stays admiring your ruined face for a few seconds, brushing your hair out of your sweaty face.

“I think you just ruined me for anyone else,” he whispers.

K that's it bye 👋🏼