take it slow, take it easy on me

Trinity sat before you, slumped down on the sofa as he observed with hooded eyes where you knelt in front of him, your lips wrapped around his silicone cock. The way you bobbed your head up and down, taking him deeper and deeper, all while maintaining eye contact--it was enough to almost cause him to bust in his boxers, right then and there.

He swore that deep down he could feel your wet and warm mouth as it gagged on and fondled his length, the obscene sucking noises filling the air and mixing with his pitiful little whines of arousal. It was too much and yet not enough at the same time, and he found himself desperately wanting more.

You finally pulled off him with a soft popping sound, the strap now covered with the drool from your mouth and glistening tantalizing in the light from it. "Pretty boy," you instantly cooed, and he felt his face flush despite himself.

How dare you use such petnames against him when you know he's already mere seconds away from falling apart.

"I wanna get on top, is that okay?" You murmured out the question in a low and soothing tone, your eyes holding reassurance that you'd be okay if he said no.

But he didn't, because right now he wanted you to be on top of him as much as you did. "Y- Yeah, that's okay," he somehow managed to breath out, hoping to God the sound of his heart pounding in his chest wasn't nearly as loud as his own two ears deemed it to be.

You nodded in acknowledgement at his words, removing your pants and underwear (which you left behind on the floor) before carefully getting in his lap and lining up the tip of his strap with your hole. You reached out to hold onto his shoulders, using your grip on them to help steady yourself as you slowly and steadily lowered yourself onto the waiting strap, easing it inside.

Trinity couldn't stop himself from staring in awe at you, his hands fumbling and fidgeting with the fabric of the couch cushion he sat on before the sound of your voice drifted into his ears.

"It's okay, Trin. You can touch me if you want to."

At that, his hands hesitated only briefly before shooting out to grab onto your hips, fingers sinking into them in a last ditch effort of keeping himself grounded. The feeling of his touch caused you to let out a quiet groan, and he whimpered in turn at the sound of it.

Only after you'd properly adjusted to the length and width of the fake cock resting inside you did you begin to move, rolling your hips and bouncing lightly in his lap to a steady rhythm that only you seemed to be aware of. He certainly wasn't, far too busy trying not to pass out from the sheer level of horniness he felt upon not only having you on top of him, but hearing the words that were falling from your lips also.

"You're so handsome, Trin… Such a pretty and handsome boy, did you know that?… You're making me feel so good, baby, so good…"

His brain was foggy from all the praise being sent in his direction, and all he could do at that point was sit back and live in the moment, far too lost in his haze to properly react to anything that was going on. It was an absolutely heavenly thing to experience, and in that moment he was certain there was no place he'd rather be.

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Joy liked to set firm boundaries in her life for a lot of things, her work schedule being a big one. Naturally, these boundaries of hers extended into being some of yours, too, when you started dating. If the hospital wanted to call you in for an unexpected shift, they'd have to go through her first, and she couldn't be worn done nearly as easily as you could.

Another thing she was firm about? Getting enough sleep. And since it was harder for her to doze off without you there ever since you first stayed the night over at her place, it meant you were expected to join her in bed no later than an hour after she laid down.

No exceptions were made if you'd brought home paperwork with you to get done, by the way. In fact, it only made her more insistent that you actually relax and forget about your job for once. Of course, this was easier said than done.

"You look dead on your feet," Joy stated bluntly, not pulling any punches as she stood in front of where you sat on her living room couch, files upon files spread out across her coffee table. "When's the last time you got any sleep?"

You purposely took longer than necessary to respond, knowing she wouldn't like the answer. "Um…"

Rolling her eyes, she let out a light scoff at your obvious reluctance in answering her question. "Okay, that was way too long of a pause. Off to bed you go."

"Yeah, yeah, in a minute," you muttered out absentmindedly, having already turned your attention back to the patient file you were holding.

That caused her to cross her arms over her chest in clear displeasure, the mild scowl on her face worsening as she glared at you. It's not that she was needy, but she certainly didn't appreciate being ignored for something as trivial as work. "Babe. Come to bed."

Her tone was sharper than before, and much more serious that time around, but you still couldn't help pushing it further. "Just a second-"

"No." Joy cut in before you could finish, raising her voice slightly to be heard over your preoccupied thoughts. "Now, or you're sleeping on the couch."

That certainly got your attention. "Alright, alright. I'm coming," you finally relented with a sigh, starting to pack up your case files while she meanwhile returned to the bedroom with a smug expression on her face, well aware that she'd won.

In all honesty, she was really doing you a favor with being so insistent on you getting the proper amount of sleep. Even when it was frustrating, she always made it up to you the next morning by bringing you a cup of coffee that she'd prepared just the way you liked it.

That morning was certainly no exception. You could smell the coffee before you opened your eyes or even woke up properly, the delicious scent wafting through the air in a steady approach as she entered the room with a mug in each hand.

"Good morning," she greeted in that usual flat voice of hers, watching you yawn and stretch as you forced yourself to sit up; only then did she hand you coffee made in your favorite mug. "Sleep well?"

You grumbled something under your breath that sounded vaguely like a resigned "yes". Despite being grateful for her forcing you to go to bed at a halfway decent time, you wouldn't give her the satisfaction of admitting it so openly. Not that you needed to, because she was already aware.

"Don't worry, there's no need to thank me," she mused casually in between generous sips of her own coffee. "I already know how awesome I am."

"You're lucky I find your cockiness attractive," you muttered into your cup, watching her with a sleepy yet unimpressed gaze. "Otherwise it'd be too early for me to deal with your attitude."

"Haha," she dryly retorted, relatively unfazed by your grouchy demeanor. To be fair, she was only so chipper this early because of the double espresso shots she slipped into her cup. "It's okay to admit I was right, y'know. There's no shame in acknowledging that your girlfriend is smarter than you."

"I thought you be smarter than me was already a well-known fact?" You sarcastically questioned with a raised eyebrow, taking another sip of your coffee. The liquid caffeine was doing its job at alerting your senses to wake up, causing you to be not nearly as grumpy as you were a few minutes ago.

"It's nice to hear you know your place," she smoothly quipped back, the corners of her lips curling upwards into a smile that made her appear similar to a pleased cat.

To some people, her big ego would be a nuisance, but to you it was instead something to be observed fondly. Because of this, it made it that much harder to stay mad at her and the scheduled bedtimes she always put into place.

Besides, they weren't all bad. You couldn't deny just how nice it felt to be cuddled up close to her in bed at night, and the way you enjoyed getting to drink coffee with her nearly every morning. And if you had to get that by following her strict routines, then so be it.

End notes: she doesn't have a thoroughly planned out daily routine imo but the things she does plan she expects to be kept and done on time

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Your girlfriend loved you very much, and while you were aware of that, sometimes it was hard to keep out that little voice in the back of your head saying that she could do so much better than you. It filled your mind up with lies, hissing out things such as "she only loves you for your personality, not your looks" and "once she finds someone better than you, she's going to leave".

Fighting these thoughts off was hard work, and it got even harder when you saw the way she interacted with one of the night shift's attendings, Dr. Abbot to be specific. You knew they were just friends, mere work colleagues and nothing more. But when you'd go home at the end of your shift and look in the mirror, you'd see a person staring back at you that, in your opinion, wasn't worthy of her.

Samira was way out of your league, that was for sure. She could have anyone she wanted, so why settle for you?

Especially when there were people like Jack around. He was tall, muscular, a little bit older--not to mention devilishly handsome. Everything that you wanted to be, everything that you longed for, but weren't. Because at the end of the day, you were still just you, nothing special.

Even seeing your reflection was enough to send you into a spiral; just another reminder that your outside didn't match your inside. It got so bad, you had to cover up any and all mirrors at your place and just hope you looked presentable when heading into work.

Despite trying to hide all of this from the people around you, there was one person you couldn't fool. Samira had noticed how withdrawn you'd started to become, the way you kept your head down at work more than usual and didn't talk if you didn't have to, as though you hated the sound of your own voice.

While she wasn't entirely certain of what was going on, she knew it had to be pretty bad given how you'd started to avoid even her, making up excuses as the why you couldn't hang out after work or meet up on your days off. It broke her heart to know that you were struggling so much, and that you were intent on doing it alone. To her, that just wouldn't do, so she decided to take the initiative to reach out first, figuring it'd be quicker than waiting for you to come around on your own.

The next time you had a day off, she also scheduled one for herself without you knowing so she could come by your place. Part of her felt guilty for keeping you in the dark on it, but she knew if you were given the choice you'd just shut her out again.

She hesitated for a moment once she got there as she stood outside your door, trying to collect her thoughts. After a few minutes had passed, she finally took a deep breath and pulled out her key, unlocking the door and quietly entering your apartment.

It was almost completely dark inside, the curtains all drawn shut and the lights turned off. Since she guessed you'd done this on purpose, she decided to leave it as it was, doing her best to carefully make her way through the dimly lit area without bumping into anything.

She found you laying in bed, curled up under so many blankets it looked as though you'd created a cocoon for yourself. It was dark in there, too, and she noticed the full length mirror you always used to check your outfit before leaving had a blanket thrown over it.

It felt like her heart was shattering in her chest. How could she have missed so many of the clear signs that you weren't doing okay?

Before she could say anything, you beat her to it, your voice groggy and muffled as it spoke up from somewhere inside the blanket heap. "Mira? Is that you?"

"Yeah, it's me." She slowly approached, moving to sit near the foot of the bed as she observed your form with a sympathetic gaze. "What's been going on with you lately? You're much more withdrawn, and I'm worried about you."

"Mhm," you replied with a soft grunt, clearly not in the mood for addressing your feelings. She just sighed and reach over, placing a tentative hand to where she thought your shoulder might be.

"Look, I know it's hard to talk about, but I can't help you if I don't know what's wrong," she gently reminded, rubbing soothing circles to your body from over the blankets.

You remained quiet for a bit longer, as though you were fully contemplating her words. "Do you wish I was… different?" You finally managed to blurt out, knowing if you didn't say something now, you never would.

That had her brow crinkling in confusion. "What do you mean?"

"I mean…" you let out a heavy sigh, already regretting bringing it up but knowing there was no turning back now. "I see you with Jack, and I see just how tall he is, and muscular, and handsome, and--I don't know, I guess I can't help myself thinking that you might be better off with someone more like him, instead of someone like me." You lowered your voice before adding a softer, "he's better than me. He's more… manly, than I am."

"Hey, don't say that," Samira lightly scolded, lips pulled tightly into a thin line of disapproval. "He's not better than you, okay?" She rubbed your shoulder some more before speaking in a gentler voice. "Where's all this coming from, hm?"

"I don't know. Just… lately I've been wondering if you even like the way that I look, or if you're just with me for my 'sparkling personality'." Even with hiding under several blankets, it was hard not to pick up on the sarcasm and self-loathing in your voice given how obvious it was.

"Oh, babe," she cooed out compassionately as she realized what was wrong. "I do like the way that you look. I think you're so incredibly handsome, okay?" She shifted a bit closer to further empathize her words. "And no one could be better than you, I promise. You're such a pretty boy, did you know that? I love you just the way that you are."

It was quiet briefly, and then the sound of sniffles and hiccups filled the air as you began to cry. You never expected her to be so understanding over the whole thing. "Do- Do you really mean that?" You somehow manage to choke out.

"Of course I mean that," she affirmed in a low and comforting voice, hand slipping down to where the end of the blanket pile was. "Can I see you? I won't turn the lights on, I promise. I just wanna get a look at my pretty boy's face."

You did your best to nod, mumbling a pitiful little "yeah". She then, bit by bit, pulled the blankets back until you were revealed, tear-stained face and all.

"There you are. There's my sweet boy," she murmured with a warm smile, reaching a hand over so she could delicately wipe a stray tear away from your cheek. "You're such a precious thing, aren't you? I'm sorry you haven't been feeling well lately."

Your bottom lip quivered slightly as more droplets of your emotions escaped from the corners of your eyes, leaning in to press your face into the familiar touch of her hand. It had been far too long since you'd been held like this, too fearful that you weren't good enough to deserve such tender affection.

"Do you want me to cuddle with you for a bit, hm?" She questioned sensitively, aware that you might not want to be touched any more than this right now.

But your response was immediate and firm, an unmistakable nod that caused the corners of her lips to curl upwards fondly. "Okay, then that's what I'll do." She pulled back, letting out a chuckle at your protesting whine before slipping under the blankets with you. Her arms wrapped around your body in a loving embrace, limbs locking together as you shoved your face into the crook of her neck.

"Thank you for being here," you spoke up suddenly, your voice but a hushed whisper, as though your crying might become worse if you made yourself be any louder than that. "I really appreciate it."

"You're welcome," she easily replied, placing a kiss to the crown of your head as one of her hands resumed its earlier movements of soothing rubs, though this time it was your back that got the calming treatment. "Anything for my pretty boy. I'm always here if you need me, okay? No matter what, I've got you. And believe me when I say that no one could ever take your place, because no one alive is better than you are."

Her voice was like a sedative, finally knocking out that dreadful hissing in the back of your head that made you feel so awful to begin with. And for the first time in a while, you actually believed that she loved you for who you were and for what you looked like.

End notes: this fic hit close to home for me in case you can't tell 🤧

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Parker was used to pulling doubles, or sleeping at the hospital during the day so she could be there the moment it was time for her shift to start. Until she met you, that is, and her priorities changed. Now she slept in an actual bed every day if possible, with you tucked snugly between her arms.

It was hard not to think about you when she was supposed to be working, which is why she liked to check her phone as often as she could. Not in a needy or clingy way, she just wanted to be sure that you were doing alright.

Nearly every time she checked her messages right after arriving to work, there'd be a text from you, wishing her good luck during her shift and saying that you couldn't wait to see her when she got home. Even if she didn't respond (which was rare, as she always did her best to send a text back, even if it was just a simple "thanks baby, I love you"), your messages were hearted to show that she saw them and was grateful that you cared about her so much.

That shift had been particularly brutal. A seven car pile-up meant multiple surgeries back-to-back with very little time to breathe in between them. By the time she finally got the chance to look over her messages, you'd already taken the initiative to send her one first.

You: I miss you so much, it's killing me

That actually managed to bring a smile to her face, albeit a tired one. She did her best to type back a reply despite her vision blurring with exhaustion.

Parker: miss you too, baby. I'll be home soon, don't worry

Upon pressing send, she repocketed her phone and went to search for a can of Redbull in the breakroom to give her a much needed boost of energy before she had to deal with her next patients.

By the time she made it back home early the next day, she was beat, feeling as though she could collapse as soon as she walked in the door. You were already there, waiting for her with open arms and a warm smile on your face.

"I missed you," came the muffled sentence from where you had your face pressed insistently into her tank top, arms wrapped tightly around her as though you feared she might turn around and head back to work again should you let go.

"I know, baby. Missed you, too," she murmured out affectionately, watching you with a fond gaze as the corners of her lips quirked upwards into a faint grin of her own. The most she ever smiled like that was with you, a fact Shen always had to point out whenever you came to pick her up from work.

"Do you wanna go cuddle in bed for a bit before grabbing something to eat?" You questioned while continuing to cling onto her even as she tried to make her way through the apartment to the bedroom.

Parker let out a soft laugh as she attempted to wiggle out of your grip. "Alright, if you insist. So long as you let go of me long enough for me to change," she lightly teased while gently unwrapping your arms from around her torso. At the pout given to her in response, she just sighed endearingly and leaned in to place a gentle kiss to your forehead. "I know you missed me. Believe me, I was missing my baby, too. But you've gotta let me change."

A huff of displeasure escaped you at that, but you nodded your head in understanding regardless, mumbling out a pitiful "okaayyyy" as you started to drag your feet to the bedroom. You walked only a little before stopping and looking over your shoulder to ensure she was following behind.

She rolled her eyes affectionately and gave your arm a light nudge with her elbow. "C'mon, c'mon, let's go. The sooner I get changed, the sooner you can latch back onto me again. How's that sound, hm?"

No sooner had the words left her mouth did you instantly pick up the pace, practically dashing into the bedroom. You moved so quickly, she heard a faint thudding sound from the impact of your body hitting the mattress as you leapt excitedly onto the bed.

That just caused her to shake her head fondly as she leisurely entered the area after you, dropping her bag on the floor and beginning to slowly putter around the room, searching for clothes to wear. You blatantly watched her as she got undressed from what she wore leaving the hospital, unable to stop your gaze from lingering on the muscles of her biceps and her toned abs as she pulled her sleepwear on.

"See something you like?" Parker's voice cut through the otherwise quiet room, a cocky smirk on her face as she tugged her pair of pajama bottoms up over her boxers.

"So what if I do?" You shot back playfully, giggling when she tossed the pants of her scrubs in your direction; you bat them off to the side midair, and they fell to the floor in a crumpled heap. "Come cuddle now," you commanded while opening your arms again, just like you did when she first arrived home.

Still smirking, she made her way over to the bed and slipped onto the mattress beside you, allowing your arms to latch onto her in a manner that was almost possessive in nature. "Someone's clingy," she commented while observing the way you got comfortable as you buried your face into her chest and threw a leg over both of hers.

"You were gone all night," you replied matter-of-factly, as though that explained everything (and in a way, it honestly did). That answer seemed to satisfy her regardless, because she simply sighed and tugged you closer, her own arms now wrapping around your body in turn.

"I know I was, baby," she hummed in a low and soothing tone, a hand rubbing slow circles to your back while she spoke. "But I'm here now, and I'm not going anywhere until my next shift. So for now, let's just try to make the most of it, hm?"

And make the most of it you did, cuddling in bed until you both fell asleep and ordering takeout later after you woke again, eating together in the living room while watching reruns of some old sitcom that was playing on the TV. Parker always enjoyed getting the time with you that she did, especially when she spent her entire shift missing you, missing her baby.

End notes: I wrote this when I was half asleep and even after proofreading it idk how good it is but hopefully y'all enjoy

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Dana Evans

She finds it very amusing, to be honest. After all, she's not very used to being in such a sexually active relationship, let alone one where her partner literally begs to please her at any given moment

It doesn't matter what she's doing, either. The slightest movement of her hips as she walks by is enough to catch your attention, the sight causing your mouth to water almost immediately

You're not subtle with it, either. She's able to read your expressions so well by this point, she always knows just what you need. A snack and drink to quell your grumbling tummy, some fresh air at the ambulance bay between patients, your head between her thighs when you should be charting…

You insist that it's not your fault she's so goddamn irresistible, even if she continues to question you on what's got you so "hungry" for an old woman like her (she's shown exactly what later that day when you mouth at her clit so persistently it almost has her thighs clamping around your head from the shocks of pleasure blasting through her body)

Sometimes Dana likes to direct you, to boss you around like she does everyone else at the hospital, telling you exactly where to go and what to do, to which you obey with no questions asked. But sometimes she just wants to relax after such a long day, to lay back on the bed with your body between her spread legs as you help to unravel all of the stress built up over her shift

While she never outwardly says no unless you're at the hospital and she happens to be busy, she does like to tease you a little first, enjoying to watch you squirm and whine with need before finally giving in

"What's with that look? …oh, I guess you must be wanting something from me, huh?… Well, maybe I'm a bit too busy keeping this place from going to hell in a handbasket to step away right now. …alright, alright, don't give me that look, you big baby. Lemme just finish this up real quick, and then we'll get you all settled, hm?"

Heather Collins

Your obvious oral fixation and obsession with shoving your head between her thighs doesn't bother her so long as it doesn't make things messy for her at work. She's very stern about keeping you in line in a professional setting, always shooting you a disapproving glance whenever you try to bring up the subject of sneaking away to a spare room for a few minutes just so you can have a quick taste

Unfortunately for her, the glares given only make you more desperate due to how hot you think she is when she's visibly displeased. You're like a dog with the way you whine and gently paw at her arm, begging for just a morsel of attention, insisting that you'll pull a double shift to help deal with all the patients still waiting if she'll only allow you a quick little lick between her folds

Even with such a strong resolve, your pathetic neediness does it's job at wearing her down, and eventually she'll sigh and let out a mutter to meet her in the supply closet. Once you're both there, she'll remind you of how you have less than ten minutes to get it done, so you'd better make it worth her while

You always do, naturally, your tongue expertly dragging along her glistening slit while brushing your nose purposely against that extra sensitive button of hers in a way that has muffled moans and sighs of content escaping the woman above you. Even though you could be plenty annoying when it came to the subject, she couldn't deny that you were damn good at eating her out when she gave you the chance to

Your days off are your favorite purely because you get the chance to perch yourself between her legs as often and as much as you want without having to worry about work getting in the way, and for her it's the perfect stress reliever given your job. She always gets the final say on how long your sessions are and what the pace is, but you don't care as long as your hungry is satiated properly

"What? Why are you looking at me like that? …oh, no, you don't. I don't think so. I'm busy right now, and you should be, too, considering we have a waiting room full of people. You'll have to wait until we get home. …fine, but only for a short while. You're not drawing this out like you've been known to do, got it? You've got ten minutes, tops, so you'd better use that time to get everything out of your system."

Cassie McKay

Her munch skills most likely rival yours because I just KNOW this woman loves eating pussy (and if you have one yourself there's probably a playful battle that goes on to see who's "turn" it is because y'all can't stay out of each other's pants)

Even though she's more to used to being on the giving end of it, she just can't resist the way you beg her for a quick taste, insisting that you only want to make her feel good

Despite this, she still enjoys being in control. Her hand on your head (fingers in your hair if applicable), guiding your motions on where it feels good the most… praising you for doing such a good job for her… the both of you learning new ways to pleasure her, to weaken her knees...

The amount of times you've spent the night in what was originally supposed to be a chill, nonsexual way only for her fist to end up in her mouth as you go to down on her, well aware that her son is in the bedroom down the hall is far more than she can count. And when he isn't there? Let's just say making her finish one time isn't nearly enough for you

Cassie can't even remember a time where she was with someone so determined to get her off like this. The feeling of her folds so sensitive as they gush out fluids, her clit bright red and throbbing to the point where she has to be careful not to let the fabric of her underwear brush against it for fear of overstimulation because of how long you spent going to town on her… it drives her crazy

But of course she can never say no to you, even as she tries to convince you not to eat her out for just one day al la "gentle parenting" style. Spoiler alert, it never does work, because when it comes to you she crumbles way too easily

"I know, baby, I know you need it so bad, but I have to have a break, I'm still a little sore from last time… no, baby, don't give me that look… oh, you know I can't say no to you when you look at me like that. Okay, maybe just one little taste, but that's it, alright? No more."

Samira Mohan

If anybody here needs a munch with all hands on deck and ready at any possible moment, it's her. God knows she needs it with all the shit she's stuck putting up with at work all day (cough, Robby, cough)

She loves taking care of patients, sure, but her favorite part of the day definitely has to be when she gets home to find you already on your knees and waiting for her. It's an inside joke between you that you should probably be wearing a bib with how messy things get

The awful work day is instantly shoved to the side when your mouth attaches itself to the soft and sensitive skin of her inner thighs before working its way up... your tongue lapping at the dampening fabric of her underwear and causing her to grip onto the counter she's leaned up against... groans exiting her parted lips in a way that tells you what a good job you're doing...

There's some moments in bed where Samira likes to be aware and in charge of what's going on, but here? She'd much rather just close her eyes and allow herself to float off into a world of pure ecstasy as she forgets all of her worries and troubles for the time being, letting the orgasms run together until her entire body feels like it was made out of jello

If she ever calls you during the day to complain about a particularly hectic shift, it's almost guaranteed that you'll show up at the hospital in less than an hour under the guise of "bringing her lunch" and "just checking up on her" (in your defense, you do always bring lunch… but you also arrive so you can have a snack of your own). The scolding she gets from Robby for disappearing randomly is absolutely worth the earth-shattering orgasm given to her by you in a nearby supply closet

"Oh, hey, I didn't expect for you to show up. …brought me lunch, did you? Are you sure that's the only reason why you're here? …oh, right, of course you just want to give me a little stress relief. How thoughtful of you. …leave my lunch in the breakroom and meet me in our normal spot, okay? Work has been killing me today, and I could really use a pick-me-up."

Trinity Santos

Another certified munch here, but this time add being a brat on top of it. If you're ever on the receiving end, expect to be teased and taunted for at least twenty minutes before getting to the main show

When you're the one on your knees, then she mocks you, saying just how pathetic you are to need to be doing this every single day, how pussy-whipped you clearly are for her

But that's okay, because you just dish it out to her in turn. And lemme say, she does not take it well at all

At first, Trinity tries to act all big and tough, rolling her eyes and huffing impatiently at just how long you take with foreplay, but it isn't very long before she turns into a pouty and whining mess

If she's been good that day and hasn't gotten too much of an attitude, then you'll reward her by getting right to it as soon as her pants come off, lapping and sucking and slurping until she can't form a coherent thought to be the snarky little thing that she usually is. You won't pull away until her legs are shaking and her hands are coming down to get you to stop

When she's bratty, though (which is most of the time), she gets punished by having to deal with your mouth simply ghosting over the area she needs it to be the most, your tongue teasing her folds and nose brushing ever-so-slightly into her clit as it pulses with need. This is torture for you as much as it is for her, believe it or not

Her cheeks will be flushed red, strands of hair sticking to her face as she squirms beneath you. She tries to lift her hips up to press herself against your mouth, but your hands keep her successfully pinned to the bed as you continue with your slow and steady ministrations

It's not uncommon for her to be edged by you to the very brink of an orgasm only to have you pull away last minute because you don't think she's earned it. You like to hear her beg for what she wants before properly eating her out

"Fuck, fuck- hey, c'mon, what are you doin'? Don't stop. …I am not going to beg for you, don't be ridiculous. …wait, wait, don't go- …okay, okay, please, please keep going, I'll be good, I promise. Just don't go, alright? I need it, please."

Victoria Javadi

Out of everyone, she's probably even more excited about it than you are. The first time you really spent down on your knees and tongue-fucking her hole had her seeing stars, and she couldn't look at you directly for several days afterwards because of how flustered she got by the memory

There are times where she'll be rushing out of the ER once seven o'clock hits because she knows exactly what'll be waiting for her as soon as she arrives back home: you, with an open heart, and open arms, and an open mouth, ready and waiting…

Victoria had no idea just how many times she could even cum in one sitting until you managed to pull out three from her in less than an hour. She was so dazed by the end of it that her hearing was muffled and her vision was fuzzy, not to mention just how limp her limbs felt

You didn't want to go too crazy at the start, knowing just how inexperienced she was and wanting to take it easy on her, but now? You're barely ten minutes into it before her hips are bucking up against the bottom half of your face as she whimpers for your tongue to go deeper, for your mouth to move faster, for your lips to suck harder-

You always do everything in your power to make sure she's feeling satisfied, which has led to several religious experiences for her and many soaked bedsheets for you, not that either one of you are complaining

It's hard for her to contain herself when her eyes catch a glimpse of your mouth simply doing things. Taking a drink from your water bottle… chewing on your lip in concentration… sometimes even talking is enough to get her feeling hot under the collar. This only makes it that much easier for you to tease her and get her all worked up and ready for the main event

"Ngh… more, more, please… I can take it, I promise, I- mhm- f- feels so good, s- so g- good… gah… oh my God… oh my God, yes… oh, oh- mhm…"

Mel King

Ah yes, our awkward queen. Just as nervous here as she is in other areas, but her enthusiasm is plenty abundant as well I can assure you

She was definitely left feeling dazed after you ate her out for the first time, laying boneless on the mattress as she attempted to mumble out reassurances that she was fine and just needed to catch her breath. Imagine her surprise when you asked to do it again the next day, and the next, and pretty much every day for the foreseeable future

That's not to say she was opposed, just caught off guard. While she certainly enjoyed herself, she wasn't expecting you to get the same kind of pleasure from it that she did

Unlike with some people, she prefers to plan it out a little beforehand. Her favorite time to have your face pressed between her thighs is right after she's gotten back from work and before she takes a shower, that way she doesn't have to worry about needing to bathe again to get rid of the discomfort she feels from getting all sweaty and sticky

Mel's very, very vocal, possibly the most vocal one here. She just can't help it. It's hard for her to keep down her volume when you're thrusting your tongue between her folds and pressing your nose into her clit. Her loud noises increase tenfold whenever she dares to open her eyes long enough to catch a glimpse of you actually down there in the act

Not only does she enjoy it for the pleasure aspects, but it's also the perfect way to reset her brain when her thoughts start to overlap and swarm too loudly. It's hard to focus on inner worries when you're being given orgasm upon orgasm nonstop

"I, um- I didn't really have the best day, so- so maybe you could, uh… help me out with that? …oh, in what way? Y'know- the way you usually do. …oh, that question was meant to be rhetorical, wasn't it? Sorry, I- I'm not really present at the moment. …y- you'll help me? 'C- Clear my brain'? W- Well, thanks. I- I really appreciate it."

Yolanda Garcia

She's so mean about it I'm sorry. Definitely makes fun of you for being "pussy-whipped" and uses it to her advantage whenever she can

If you're ever acting what she considers to be too bratty then she'll pull out the "well I guess you don't want a treat when we get back home later" card because she knows it'll shut you up instantly

Sometimes when you're trying to get her attention so you can ask to taste her she just straight up ignores you. Like she pretends you're not even there or that you're a fly buzzing around her head at best

Absolutely makes you beg for it. Did you honestly think you'd be so privileged for her to just let you go down on her? I don't think so. You want your lips on her cunt, then you need to drop down to your knees and convince her that you can make it worth her while

Not that you're just allowed to have free reign, of course. Yolanda pretty much always directs your movements, whether that be by touch or by words alone. You're not allowed to do so much as lick too hard unless she gives you permission first

Her favorite position has got to be riding your face for this exact reason, because it gives her even more control over what's going on. She enjoys staring down at you with a smug expression while she mocks your eagerness to do something as trivial as mouth at her dripping folds

She runs a tight ship. If she tells you to stop and you hesitate for even a second, then boom, no more eating her for the rest of the week. It doesn't matter if you didn't hear her over the sounds of your slurping. Too bad, better luck next time

"What do you want? …you're not eating me out right now, I'm busy. And don't think that I haven't forgotten about that little attitude you got with me earlier. You must think you're cute, having the audacity to come to me asking for something after pulling a stunt like that. …I don't care how much you beg for it, I said no. If you decide to behave for the rest of the shift, then maybe I'll change my mind about it. Now scram, I have work to do."

Parker Ellis

She's probably, like, the most chill out of everyone here. Oh, you love eating pussy? Bet, she does to. And if she can return the favor, then she absolutely will

Because she's so laidback, I like to imagine she's one of the easiest ones to convince, too. If she's not available, then she'll just say that, but if she is? Alright, you've got fifteen minutes before she needs to get back to work, better make it count

She does like to be the one more in control, but you don't really care so long as you get to taste her. Sometimes she'll maneuver your head or instruct you on where to go, but she also dishes out plenty of praise when you get the job done well

It's not very difficult for Parker to pick up on when you start getting particularly needy for it. She'll be looking over a patient's chart when you suddenly appear, clinging onto her and watching intently with the biggest set of pleading eyes she's ever seen

You're met with an eyebrow raise in turn before she asks what you want. If you don't cough it up, then she says you need to use your words, and won't move until you do

She thinks it's cute when you get flustered while trying to voice just how badly you've got to have her. If it's so bad that you can't even make eye contact, then she'll place her fingers under your chin and gently tilt your head up while coaxing you, saying that there's no reason for you to be shy

On her off days, she likes to let you have free reign. It's not uncommon for her to wake up to the feeling of you sucking on her clit, or for your hands to eagerly tug down her pants while she's doing something around your place before shoving your tongue deep in her hole. She thinks the desperation looks cute on you

"Hey, baby. What's up? …oh, you want something, do you? And what exactly do you want, hm? …shrugging isn't an answer, baby. You need to use your words and tell me. If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to help you? …see, that wasn't so bad, now, was it? Good job. I think you deserve a reward now."

Emery Walsh

Oh, you want to eat her out? You'll beg to, even? Too bad, that's not enough. Your invitation to taste the forbidden fruit between her legs won't be given out so freely. You're going to have to work for it first

What do I mean by "work for it"? It could be literally anything she chooses. Running errands for her around the hospital, doing housework, etc. Just don't expect her pants to be coming off so easily

She loves seeing how desperate you get and how far she can push you until cracking, falling to your knees in front of her and burying your face into her clothed crotch while you beg for a little taste, just a little taste, please-

This is her version of entertainment. Most of the time she enjoys bossing you around like this more than she does actually feeling your mouth on her pussy

That's not to say she doesn't like it, though. Even if she uses your neediness for free labor a lot, Emery does like knowing she has a personal pleasure device to use at any time that she may need it

They'll be occasions where you're with a patient, or looking over charts, or what have you, and she'll come stomping past with a simple utterance of "I need to see you, now". That always causes you to drop everything and go chasing after her, because it's rare that she doesn't make you earn it first and you want to savor the moment, quite literally

Her hands will be on your head (or in your hair, if applicable), keeping you still as she uses you to get herself off in a supply closet. It's not really you going down on her so much as it is her aggressively grinding against your face until you can no longer breathe, and even then you still don't want to stop

"What? What's with that look? …oh, you're 'hungry', are you? Didn't you just have lunch less than an hour ago? …that's not what you mean? You're hungry for something else? Well, that's too damn bad. I'm busy right now. But maybe if you can make yourself useful around here, you'll get something once we leave."

Baran Al-Hashimi

She coddles you so much, I'm not even going to lie. As soon as you give her that pitiful expression and ask her for a taste in that whiny tone, her resolve crumbles instantly. It's just so hard to say no to you

That doesn't mean you're just allowed to do whatever you want, though. Her directions may be gentle, but it's clear from the underlying tone of authority that she expects to be listened to unless you want to be punished (in this case by being forced to remove your head from between her thighs)

Her voice is smooth and rich like honey as she commends you for your good work after giving you her orders, a hand resting on your head as her nails lightly scratch at your scalp. She thinks you're adorable with the way you glance up every now and then, seeking her approval as the lower half of your face glistens with her juices

Baran does have some strict rules about not bothering her while she works, but if you've been especially good or if she's had a particularly stressful day so far then she'll break that rule and allow you to have a little snack in between meals. The tension she feels built up in her body evaporates the moment you begin, happily lapping away at the arousal coating her entrance before gently licking her clit

Usually you're only told to stop during your longer sessions when she needs a minute to catch her breath, your cheek pressed into her inner thigh as you place kisses on her sweaty skin, waiting for the moment you'll be told you can start back up again

"You're doing so well for me, darling- you always know exactly how to make me feel good, don't you? …ah ah ah, gentle, honey, gentle. Don't suck so hard, okay? You know I'm still sensitive from already cumming earlier. …I know you didn't mean to, sweetheart, you just get a little excited sometimes. That's okay. You can keep going, you've earned it."

Joy Kwon

Literally is so unfazed by it. After all, who wouldn't want to go down on her at any given moment? (Your neediness does wonders for her ego, lemme tell you)

She likes to at as though it's such a big inconvenience whenever you ask, sighing dramatically and rolling her eyes so hard they could very well get stuck like that, but it's all a front because if it really bothered her that much she'd just say no. She just likes making you beg for it sometimes

Also she's the only person on this list who'll actually go to you during work and ask if you'll get on your knees for her as a way to get out of her job for a bit. Seeing the way you instantly perk up with excitement always causes her to smirk before gesturing you to follow after

You're basically given blanket permission by her at a certain point to eat her out whenever you feel like it when you're at home together. She especially likes the feeling of your tongue lapping at her entrance while she plays video games, saying that she enjoys the added distraction as it helps her practice on her focus

Whether or not she directs you on where to go and what you're doing completely depends on her mood. Sometimes she'll allow you to have control, setting the speed and length of time that you're between her legs for, but other times she's grinding against your face and giving blunt instructions on what you should be doing, ones that she expects you to listen to with no questions asked

Do not let it slip that you have an exhibitionism kink or even joke about going down on her in public, because she'll absolutely be up for it and won't let the subject go once it's been brought up. She won't bother to be quiet, either, whether it's a restaurant bathroom or department store dressing room--she's going to be purposely loud either way as you suck on her clit or tongue-fuck her hole, and then when it's all said and done she'll smugly ask anyone nearby who heard it if they're jealous while you drag her away

"Hey, you busy? …yeah, I know technically we're always busy given that it's the Emergency Department. I meant, are you able to step away really quick? Just for a few minutes. I have an itch that needs to be scratched, and by that I mean I want to be eaten out. …great, I'll meet you in the supply closet. Don't take too long."

Emma Nolan

Sweet, precious baby. When you admit to her just how much you enjoy eating pussy, she thinks back to how utterly wrecked you made her feel the one time you did it with her before, how her brain was practically mush, and blurts out "you want to do that everyday?" without thinking first

That doesn't mean she's necessarily apposed, but she is pretty sensitive, which is obviously something you take into account when it comes to pleasuring her. You don't want to take things too far too soon and end up breaking her or something

So you start out by easing her way into it, doing it a few times a week at first, always starting out slow, making sure that you take your time and are as gentle as humanly possible, checking in with her constantly and ensuring that she doesn't need to stop or take a break. Even then, she's still trembling by the end of every session, feeling lightheaded and exhausted

Eventually you both decide that the best time for this to happen is right before she goes to bed, that way the drowsiness that always follows her orgasms isn't disrupting anything else she might have to do

Emma's so shy during the act, no matter how often you do it. Sometimes she'll turn her head and press it into the pillow so she doesn't have to make direct eye contact, and sometimes she'll hide her face in her hands in an attempt to muffle her noises. You always encourage her to be as loud as she wants to be, but she's still so nervous and worried about being heard like that. The few sounds that do manage to slip out, though, are always enough to make you double your efforts in getting her to let out more

Despite your carefulness, she's still always super sensitive by the time you're done, her hole aching from the phantom feeling of your tongue still inside her and her clit puffy from even the lightest of kisses and nuzzles

"You're always so gentle with me, yet I still always end up feeling sore. …I know it's because of how sensitive I am, I just can't help it. I'm not as experienced as you are. …that doesn't mean I want to stop, though! I- I like doing this every night, I promise. I just have to get used to it, I think. I'm- I'm not used to the feeling, but I want to get there, and… I want you to help me."

End notes: idk if this is any good or not, I'm not really used to writing in this format so if this sucks I'm sorry >.<

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Michael "Robby" Robinavitch

For as much as Robby won't always want to talk about his feelings, this man yaps a LOT, and it's always about the most random shit too. He'll make quips about patients, coworkers, etc. out of habit but also with the secret hope that you'll find some of them funny and laugh (which if you do has him in a much better mood for the rest of the day)

Loves it if you chat back, but is equally happy if you just listen and don't have much to add other than the occasional hum of acknowledgment. This man is starved for loving attention regardless, so he doesn't really have a preference so long as you're near him

Dana Evans

Like with everyone, Dana is very much a listener when it comes to you, allowing you to rant or chat about whatever may cross your mind (she especially encourages you to do so if you're quieter or don't talk as much). If you ever falter or hesitate with the fear that she's too busy, she'll throw in a reassuring "keep going, I'm listening" to urge you to continue, wanting to keep hearing the sound of your voice

The only time she'll have you pump the breaks is if there's a patient who needs urgent care or something of the like because obviously your job as a healthcare worker comes first before anything else. Other than that though, she's happy to hear you chatter all day long, enjoying the way your talking keeps her company

Jack Abbot

Jack is kind of both, in a way. For the most part, he's a listener, allowing you to talk his ear off about whatever you want if you wish to (or just sit in silence if you prefer), but sometimes he just opens his mouth and can't stop all the words that fall out until he's satisfied

In this case, you're either yapping together, or you're the one quietly and earnestly listening to him as he recounts stuff that's either incredibly mundane or batshit crazy, no in-between. After he's done sharing what he needs to, then he returns to his outwardly aloof state until the next time

Heather Collins

My girl Heather is definitely a listener!! She's always receptive to whatever you might have to share with her, whether it's work-related or something about your personal life, and equally enjoys just existing near you in silence if that's what you prefer

Sometimes she'll seek you out just to hear you talk, because she likes having the cheerful background noise while she looks over case files or fills out patient charts. Every now and then she'll stop to ask a small question, both because she's interested and to show you that she's taking in everything you have to say

Frank Langdon

Yapper all the way. I mean, really, does Frank look like the kind of guy that's ever learned to shut up? (Well, maybe after rehab and while on his apology tour, but I digress)

Talking nonstop is one of his favorite ways to bother you if you're not a yapper like he is, aka the perfect way to get your attention. If you don't want to say anything back, that's fine by him, because he's more than happy to fill the silence with all sorts of nonsense to get a response, even if it's something as mild as a scoff or an eye roll. Hey, a win is a win in his book

Cassie McKay

This woman is a yapper in my very humble opinion, I just know it. Not in an obnoxious way, just more in a "omg this reminds me of that one thing I forgot to tell you about earlier" kind of way where she enjoys telling you everything

She's not used to being super open with people, so for her to share with you most if not all of what's on her mind the second it pops into her head just goes to show how much she trusts you. There's no one else she'd feel comfortable with being such an open book towards but you

Samira Mohan

The most obvious answer here would be listener, but I honestly think that Samira has the potential to be a great yapper too if given the right environment to nurture such behaviors. The closer she gets to you and the more she realizes that you actually care to hear about what she has to say, the more she chats back without hesitation

If you're a yapper, then you'll be buzzing like a bee as you ramble, her engaging in the conversation when she feels inclined to do so. If you're quieter, then she has no problem with filling the silence, or just allowing the two of you to chill if you'd prefer. She likes giving you the option on what you do together

Dennis Whitaker

You might think I'd say he's a yapper since Dennis canonically asks a million questions when watching TV, but I personally think he's more of a listener! While yes, he does enjoy playful banter and engaging in conversation with you, he has no problem allowing you to spill your guts of whatever's on your mind

Even if you're not a big talker, he'll somehow manage to get you to share things with him that you wouldn't normally do with other people because he's just good at that. Any time you start speaking to him on a personal opinion or thought without him needing to pose a question first, he beams with pride at you taking the initiative and happily lets you talk without interrupting any

Trinity Santos

Say what you will but I know a prickly person who also loves to annoy others with everything on their mind when I see one. Trinity is the type of person to yak and yak away in other's ears to get on their nerves but hates with it's done in turn to her (unless it's by you, of course, which she at worst tolerates but mostly listens to fondly)

Regardless of whether you engage in conversation with her or not, she's going to spill whatever's on her mind. Sometimes she'll see how outlandish she can get with her quips and comments until you finally react, always grinning smugly when you break and let out an exclamation at her not-HR-approved language or jokes

Victoria Javadi

This is the Happy-Yapper-2000 right here. I just know this girl can ramble on and on if you let her, whether it be about medical topics or her favorite musician (don't ask her about Olivia Rodrigo unless you're ready for a whole breakdown on the woman's career)

She doesn't mind being the one to fill the silence if you don't talk as much, but if you do then she's happy to chat with you! Sometimes she might apologize for overtaking the conversation, but all she needs is a bit of reassurance that you actually like what she has to say and she'll get right back at it again

Mel King

Listen to me. Mel is so used to being the listener, it's practically crucial that she's allowed to be the yapper here. She may stop and begin to spout out apologies for talking too much, for not letting you get a word in, but believe me when I say she needs this and it's very important that you let her share all her thoughts and feelings with you

That's not to say you can't talk at all, of course, as she loves hearing your responses to what she has to say. But she's definitely someone who needs a space where she can feel comfortable and safe with being the confider for once rather than the confidee, and you giving her that means more to her than you could ever know

Yolanda Garcia

One thing about Yolanda is that she doesn't yap so much as she bitches. This women is a grade A complainer, even if she doesn't always let it be known due to her job. She's usually professional enough to keep her comments under wraps whenever she gets sent down to the ER, but in the OR she's much more open with it. God forbid you catch her on a bad day, because she'll talk your ear off about Robby and whatever sort of nonsense he keeps dragging her into

Under no circumstances does she want to be given any sort of solutions, either; she just wants to vent. If you have anything to add to the complaint bucket, she doesn't care, but don't expect her to listen if you try giving genuine advice when she's in this sort of mood as conflict resolution should be strictly saved for when she isn't as grouchy

John Shen

You cannot convince me that John isn't a yapper. Just look at this man. I know in my heart of hearts that he will talk your ear off about any and everything that crosses his mind if you let him, and won't even get breathless while doing it

It doesn't matter if you're actually listening or not, because he's going to talk anyway. Chatting about random shit to you that doesn't really matter is his love language, and him irritating the piss out of you when you're both supposed to be working is how he shows that he cares

Parker Ellis

Parker is a listener and proud; she absolutely loves to hear you talk about whatever's on your mind, whether it be something serious or lighthearted, or even if it's seemingly "unimportant". When it comes to you, she wants to hear it all with nothing left out

If she ever has to deal with something else momentarily, she'll give you a quick "hold on baby" and get that done before urging you to continue. She doesn't want to give you anything but her undivided attention when you're speaking to her

Emery Walsh

Like some of the other people in this line-up, Emery is also a known complainer, but that doesn't qualify her as a yapper here in my opinion. Every now and then she'll pipe up with a random unexpected one-liner (such as her unforgettable comment about the "banana pants scheme") but for the most part she keeps her mouth shut if there's something you're desperate to share

No one is allowed to interrupt when you're talking to her, by the way, because in her eyes everything you have to say is important. There could be a patient flatlining in a room over and she's just like "find someone else, my partner is telling me about their blorbos or whatever the hell from this show that they enjoy"

Baran Al-Hashimi

Baran is one hundred percent a listener, and a good one at that. Even if you're not a big talker, she still wants to hear what you have to say, still asks for your opinions on things, whether that be professionally in the medical field or over something smaller and more personal

She doesn't mind being the one to prompt questions if you need a little nudge in getting to open up, as she's great when it comes to coaxing other people into coming out of their shell. Regardless of whether or not you were a big talker before, you know that you can always share with her what's on your mind no matter what

Joy Kwon

Definitely a listener given the way most of her additions to any and all conversations involve a snarky comment or dry quip with nothing else added, including the ones where a patient is the focal point. Joy just prefers to listen and observe, which means you tend to take over a lot of the speaking when you're together

That's not to say she doesn't pay attention, or that you bother her, far from it. She'll quietly absorb whatever you have to say like a sarcastic sponge, making it known that she was in fact listening all along by replying with the occasion question or opinion of hers

Emma Nolan

Call her a puppy dog the way she loves to yap until the cows come home, because Emma adores getting to share all of her thoughts, feeling, and emotions with you as soon as they come up. It's not even on purpose, she just always thinks of you as the first person to tell whenever there's something that she wants to share, regardless of if you're chatty like her or more withdrawn

If you seem busy, then she'll wait patiently and quietly by your side until you're able to listen, not wanting to bother you or interrupt. But as soon as she's given the go-ahead, she's happily chatting away again, a bright smile on her face the whole time

End notes: I hope I didn't accidentally repeat myself too much… I tried my best to keep each portion as unique as possible so none of it would feel stale or overly repetitive

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Joy loved getting filled up with all sorts of toys: strap-ons, dildos, you name it. She wasn't too picky, and she also didn't care which hole it was. So long as she was thoroughly prepped, she could take it in either (or sometimes, in both at the same time, if she was feeling up for it).

Of course, you were more than happy to oblige. Anytime she'd come to you with a fake cock that was bigger than the last, you knew exactly what she wanted. You also knew to clear your schedule for the rest of the day, because she intended on milking herself dry until there was nothing more to give.

"Fuuuuuccckkkk-" she swore as you carefully nudged the tip of the massive strap-on into her cunt, which was eagerly awaiting a cock to soak with its arousal.

Thank God you'd lubed up everything up and prepped her properly beforehand, because otherwise you'd have no idea how it would all fit. Naturally, though, that's exactly the way she liked it.

"You doin' okay?" You murmured gently, the hand of yours that was resting on her bare hip giving it an affectionate squeeze to let her know you were there if she needed you.

"God, yes. But I'd be doing much better if you'd stick it in me the entire way already," she huffed with a dramatic eye roll, just about pouting at the notion of having to wait for what she wanted. Her hips lifted up slightly, as though she were trying to move herself closer to you in an effort of getting the thick strap deeper inside her.

"Alright, alright, I got it. I get the message."

Slowly, you continued to push in further, making sure to pay attention to her noises and body language to ensure that she wasn't hurt any by it. The only thing indicated by them was just how much she was enjoying herself, given the way that her back arched as she groaned out in pleasure.

Once you were finally in all the way, you stopped and simply stared down at her stomach. You were used to seeing slight bulges there before, but this was by far the biggest you'd ever seen.

Joy must've noticed it, too, because she let out a short laugh of amusement while looking down at her stomach, bringing up a hand to feel the area. "Heh, it's the biggest one we've used so far."

She then dropped her hand down and placed her head on the pillows as a way to get comfortable, smirking as she turned her attention back to you. "Go on. I can handle it."

Nodding, you obliged by starting to thrust in and out of her, now watching her simply to view the beautiful sight of her enjoying herself. Her mouth parted with each new moan that left her lips as her eyes shut in ecstasy, hips bucking up to meet yours with each and every movement you made.

"Fuck, yes- goddamn it, yes, right there, right fucking there-"

You gradually picked up the pace little by little until you were practically slamming into her while she became louder than ever before, still demanding that you fuck her deeper and harder and rougher with absolutely no hesitation.

By that point you were quite certain that your neighbors must've hated you, but hey, it's not your fault the apartments had such thin walls.

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"Look at you, Robby. You're such a mess," you stated bluntly while jerking him off, kneeling on the floor between his spread legs as he sat on the couch in front of you.

He couldn't even answer, too focused on the feeling of your hand stroking his cock in a manner that was almost too tight, movements fast and rough as you stared up at him with accusing eyes.

"You were naughty today, weren't you?"

Robby just whimpered in response, turning his head away as his eyes pricked with tears both from being denied for so long and from the shame starting to well up within him.

But you were having none of it regardless.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you," came your sharp demand a moment later when he continued to avert his gaze from yours, sinking your nails into the sensitive skin of his length ever-so-slightly.

The action caused him to yelped, eyes instantly darting downwards to where you watched him with a visibly displeased expression. "Y- Yes, I- I was naughty," he managed to choke out through his tears and his guilt, bottom lip nearly quivering when he spoke.

You hummed in agreement, still keeping that same torturous pace as you continued to fist his cock, which was flushed a deep red color by that point from your nonstop abuse of it. "And how were you naughty, huh?"

When he took too long to answer, you let go of his cock (precum leaking from the throbbing tip and down the side of his member) and reached for his balls instead, giving them a harsh squeeze that had him whining in protest. "You were naughty by being disrespectful to both Samira and Baran today. You're supposed to be a good role model to the younger doctors who work there, Robby. How do you think it looks when their senior attending is constantly bashing those around him?"

By that point, he was on the verge of outright sobbing, and right on the edge of cumming for must've been the third time that night. Of course, you must've still been feeling especially cruel, because you suddenly pulled your hand away from him completely.

"Please," he begged as tears streamed down his face, hands gripping tightly onto the seat of the couch as he looked at you with pleading eyes. "I- I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was so naughty, I can be good for you, I promise-"

"Save it. I don't want to hear it right now, Michael," you hissed out in a low voice while standing, moving to lean over him in a manner that was close to being menacing in nature. "You wanna cum, hm? Then you'd better give both Dr. Mohan and Dr. Al-Hashimi an apology first. A real one, at that. And then maybe I'll think about allowing your pathetic dick to jizz all over my hand."

With that, you turned and walked away, leaving him there still crying, still aching, and still desperate for release.

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Despite her name, Joy wasn't exactly the most enthusiastic person around. Certainly not when compared to you, a fellow med student who was practically brimming with cheer and delight. Every request made of you was happily met with a simple "okie dokie" before you complied, whereas she'd drag her feet just to get patient charting done.

To say that the two of you couldn't be more different was the understatement of the year, which is why everyone you worked with was surprised to find out that the two of you were dating. At first, that is. Until they saw how you interacted with each other, and then it all started to make sense.

The way that people first learned about your relationship was one day at work when you caught something wrong with a patient that all other doctors had missed, effectively saving their life.

"Good work," Robby praised with a warm smile, one of his large hands gently clapping you on the back to show just how proud he was.

"Nice one, babe," Joy added in her typical deadpan, though this time her tone was notably a tad bit lighter than any other compliment given by the nonchalant student doctor.

You beamed with pride at her words, a wide grin spreading across your face while Ogilvie's jaw dropped at the revelation. "'Babe'? Wait, so does that mean-"

"Yup. We're dating," she confirmed while moving to rest a hand on your shoulder as a casual kind of confirmation, your head turning so you could watch her with a loving gaze as you continued to smile.

"I just don't get it," he kept on with a confused look, clearly intent on poking the bear today. "You're so… And they are so…"

"And that's what we love in each other," your girlfriend cut in before he could even think to finish his statement, visibly unimpressed with whatever line of thought was currently going through his mind. "And it's really not for you to understand."

Robby then cleared his throat and directed the three of you to move on to other patients so the conversation wouldn't evolve into something even more tense than it already was. You remained unbothered by the strange look being giving to you by Ogilvie, walking with Joy's hand still placed protectively on your shoulder.

The news spread fast around the ED about a ball of sunshine such as yourself apparently dating a grump like her, but neither of you cared very much, and it didn't take very long for others to see why. You were clearly both very in love with each other, especially if lunch was any indication of that.

Joy sat at one of the small tables in the breakroom, unzipping her lunchbox and pulling everything out. She popped off the lid to a plastic container to reveal a sandwich cut into the shape of a heart, setting the lid down next to her favorite snack and a note that had several hearts doodled on it.

Cassie, who was in there to grab a drink, raised an eyebrow at the sight in front of her. "Lemme guess, your partner put this together for you?"

"Every day," Joy sighed as if it was some big nuisance, but the third-year resident didn't miss the way her lips quirked upwards slightly whenever she glanced back over at the note.

You came bounding into the room a few minutes later, looking as bright and cheery as ever. "Hey, Dr. McKay!" You greeted with a friendly wave before turning your attention over to your girlfriend. "Do you wanna go sit on the roof and watch the clouds while we eat lunch?"

"Seriously? You really want to cloudgaze, of all things?" She questioned bluntly with a raised eyebrow, though you remained undeterred by her outward disinterest.

"Yeah! It's not too sunny out today, so we won't have to worry about hurting our eyes! Plus-" you lowered your voice conspiratorially and leaned in "-if we're in a spot that's harder to find, we might get more time before we have to get back to work."

At the mention of getting out of work, Joy immediately perked up. "I'm in," she stated while standing, already starting to re-pack her lunch so she could take it up with you to the roof.

"Great!" You clapped a bit with excitement before frowning slightly, your brow furrowing to show you were deep in thought for once. "But wait, did I bring my lunch today?"

She then reached over on the table behind her lunchbox and held up another one that had to be yours given all the bright colors on it that contrasted heavily with her simple black one. "I brought it, because I knew that you'd forget."

"Great! I'll meet you up there," came your delighted response as you grabbed the lunchbox from her and turned to leave. "I love you!"

"I know," was her rebuttal to your words, smirking at the way you instantly whipped back around to face her again.

"Say it back!" You demanded with a slight pout, hands resting on your hips as you lightly glared at her.

"I suppose I share similar feelings of fondness towards you," she replied while still smirking, appearing amused at the way you playfully rolled your eyes before actually leaving that time.

Cassie just watched the whole encounter take place with a smile of her own. The whole thing was really quite sweet, she had to admit, and it was obvious just how much you cared for one another.

About an hour or so later, Victoria was sent up to the roof to fetch the two of you so you could finally come back down to the ER and work again. Once she arrived there, she scanned the area until finally she spotted you sitting together, staring up at the clouds as they passed by overhead.

"I see a duckling!" You exclaimed while pointing upwards before returning your hand to its spot next to the other one by Joy's head as you sat behind her. The claw clip that she'd previously been wearing had been removed, and you were flipflopping between braiding her hair and letting it fall loose again before combing your fingers through the dark strands and restarting the process.

"Literally how," was all she said in respond, sipping on an energy drink as she followed where your finger had pointed. Her legs were spread out in front of her while you were perched cross-legged, your chest pressed against her back as you leaned forward and rested your chin on her shoulder.

"Uh…" Victoria felt pretty awkward to be breaking up such a sweet and obviously private moment, but Dana had been pretty insistent on getting the two of you to come back down so more patients could be dealt with. "Sorry to interrupt, but there's a bunch of caseloads still coming in downstairs, so…"

"Okie dokie! We'll be there in a minute," you chirped without hesitation as Joy grumbled incoherent swears under her breath at having to get back to work. "C'mon, my sweet little marshmallow. Duty calls."

"I've told you before, you're the sweet marshmallow here. I'm the burnt one that you get from leaving it over the firepit for too long," she corrected while standing, both of you collecting your lunchboxes to take back to the breakroom until it was time for you to leave.

"You're burnt on the outside but gooey in the center," you added, shrieking gleefully in surprise when your words were met with a light poke to the ribs by your girlfriend.

Victoria could still vaguely hear your conversation as she began to make her way back to the ER, trying her best not to gush over how adorable the two of you were. Hopefully she could snag a moment or two away so she could spill to her TikTok following about all the juicy details.

It was later that evening after work when you made an interesting discovery upon searching for a book that you'd leant to Joy a while back. You didn't find it, but you did find an old medical journal that'd had a rectangle cut out of the center of its pages. You figured she probably read the whole thing, then decided to find a better use for it since she wouldn't ever need to re-read it due to having a photographic memory.

But that wasn't nearly as unexpected as what you found inside the cut-out crevice. In it held every single note you'd ever packed with her lunch, each one neatly tucked away and place in chronological order, from most recent to the very first one you'd ever written, and your note from that day was on the very top.

"What in the hell?" She questioned in a dry tone from behind you, causing you to turn to face her. "I knew you were nosy, but Jesus."

"You kept all my notes," you cooed out affectionately, which caused her to scoff and cross her arms defensively over her chest. "How sweet of you!"

"Don't read too much into it. I just- kept them so I could study that messy scrawl of yours, so I'd know what you scribble down in a patient's file," she halfheartedly grumbled, both of you well aware that she was lying.

You just set the book hiding your lunch notes off to the side and stood, approaching her with a warm smile and a big hug that she reluctantly accepted. "Aw, you're just a big softie underneath it all, aren't you?"

Even with such a blank expression, it was obvious the answer to that was yes. Joy might've been generally uncaring and unfazed by everyone else, but you had wormed your way into her heart, and now she couldn't bear the thought of living without you. After all, every grump needed a sun to shine over them.

End notes: she might be one of my new favorite people to write for tbh

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Your apartment was mostly dark, all the lights out except for the one belonging to your bedroom. Amanda had let herself in, having gotten a spare key to your place shortly after you officially started dating (one that she totally didn't already have a copy of from stealing your own key and getting a duplicate made before returning it, definitely not). Her movements were slow, steady, and uncertain--she wasn't sure whether you were awake or not, and if you were sleeping the last thing she wanted was to startle you.

She quickly learned that you were wide awake, however, when she heard the sound of soft moans exiting through the crack of your bedroom door. Creeping closer, she carefully nudged the door open a bit further, eyes widening in shock and awe at the sight before her.

The bottom half of you was completely naked, one of your hands slipped down between your thighs as you fingered yourself, head thrown back against the pillow and eyes shut. She couldn't stop herself from watching, even though part of her knew it was wrong to lurk like that, especially when her girlfriend was attempting to masturbate.

"Mhm, Amanda…"

As soon as her name fell from your lips, her head snapped up instantly, pupils blowing wide with arousal. The sight of you getting yourself off was enough to make her squeeze her thighs together in hopes of fighting off her own horny urges, but to know that it was her specifically that you were thinking about? Well, that alone nearly sent her over the edge.

She leaned heavily against the doorframe, knuckles turning white from how tightly she was gripping onto it. Her breathing how grown labored from watching you, and she had to take several deep breaths in order to get it back under control again.

"Mandy…"

Her eyes cracked open from where she'd shut them when she heard your nickname for her, though this time it wasn't from you pleasuring yourself. No, instead you were addressing her directly as you sat up on the bed, lustful gaze sent purposely in her direction. She could feel her face heating up with shame and guilt over intentionally sticking around even when she knew what you were up to and that it was something private.

"I- I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-" she immediately began to profusely apologize, feeling downright awful for what she'd done. But much to her surprise, you simply patted the spot on the bed right in front of you as an invitation for her to come closer.

"C'mere, Mandy. It's okay. I'm not mad." Your voice was a soft coo, and it got her to release the doorframe as she crept over to where you were, hesitantly climbing on the bed like a small fawn that might try to bolt at any moment. "Oh, Mandy. You're not in trouble. I'm not angry with you."

Amanda peeked upwards through the hair that had fallen in her face, keeping her head down as she observed you. Her gaze then fell to your spread legs, noting the way you'd started to lay back again.

"Wanna help? You can touch, Mandy. It's okay."

Swallowing thickly, she shifted on the bed so that she was closer to you, moving to where her body was practically hovering over yours. Her heart stuttered in her chest when she felt your hand reach out for hers, gently guiding it until her fingers were resting on your dripping folds.

By that point, she was feeling so lightheaded from everything going on that she was worried she might pass out. She gently stroked your bare cunt, feeling as it pulsed slightly beneath her fingertips. You moaned eagerly in response, hips lifting up towards her hand as a sign for her to continue.

After seeing the good reception from you so far, she continued by nudging her fingers into your entrance, gasping despite herself at the way your walls fluttered around her digits as they carefully eased their way in. The warmth of you around her was paradise, and the noises you'd let out so far enticed her, making her want to hear more.

And hear more she did, because once she'd begun to actually pleasure you properly by moving her fingers in and out of you in a sloppy yet determined rhythm, you got louder, panting and moaning and mewling with pure excitement at the way she touched you. It made her ego inflate quite a bit, not to mention had her squirming some herself where she was on the bed with you.

Still, it wasn't enough. She needed to really and truly know for sure that you were enjoying yourself.

"Am- am I doing good?" She asked in a hushed whisper, sounding a bit insecure even as she was knuckles deep in your pussy, curling and scissoring her fingers inside of you in a way that had your back arching up off the bed. "Is this okay?"

"Oh, Mandy, you're doing amazing," you reassured breathlessly, eyes glazed over with pure need as you gazed up at her. "It's more than just okay, I can promise you that."

Amanda bit her lip to hide the smile that wanted to fight its way onto her face, deciding that now maybe wasn't the best time to gloat on her amazing abilities at getting you off. Instead, she focused herself solely on the task at hand, doubling down on her efforts now that she knew for a fact what a good job she was doing.

The sight of you finishing was absolutely heavenly, and she couldn't stop herself from staring at you: the way your lips parted as you cried out in ecstasy, how the beads of sweat on your neck and face looked as they caught in the light, the sight of your legs trembling beneath her with the aftershocks of pleasure. She felt as your velvety walls clamped down on the digits of her fingers as you came all over her hand, the smell of sex filling the air of the room shortly after. If she wasn't feeling dizzy before, she certainly was now.

"Did you like it?" She meekly questioned after waiting a moment or so for you to catch your breath, still a bit unsure of herself even after everything that'd just happened.

"Mandy, I loved it," you promised with a pleased smile, leaning up to give her a grateful kiss that went from a simple peck to one that lingered and involved tongue. When you finally pulled back, you added with a cheeky quip of "I think now's the time for me the return the favor, don't you?"

The woman still on top of you simply blushed, cheeks turning a rosy hue as she moved to press her face into the side of your neck in hopes of hiding her sudden embarrassment. God, you were going to end up being the death of her one of these days, she was certain of it.

End notes: it's been awhile since I've written for mandy so hopefully she isn't ooc </3

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Trinity could feel herself beginning to spiral. Between Dennis running off to play house with the farmer's widow (not to mention now being tasked with housesitting for Robby while he was away), Frank returning from rehab with little to no consequences, and Yolanda not viewing her as anything more than a stress reliever to use and discard as she felt like it--well, to say she was overwhelmed by all of this would've been a severe understatement.

She needed a break from it all. She needed relief. And when Trinity needed short-term but instant relief, there was always one thing she knew she could turn to.

The surgical blade felt strange in her hand. Not good exactly, but familiar. Like an old and grizzled mercenary picking up his guns again after promising he'd put that life behind him.

Hearing footsteps approaching from behind her, she quickly slipped the blade into the pocket of her scrubs and turned her attention back to the clipboard she'd been holding right before this. "Dr. Evans," she greeted in a manner that she hoped to God was casual enough to fool you into believing she was alright.

Unfortunately, she had no such luck. "Trinity," you spoke her name in a low and measured voice, brow pinched together in a concerned look as you studied her form. "Can we talk?"

Right away, she knew that she'd been caught. You almost never called any of the younger doctors by their first names while at work, especially in such a serious manner. She felt like a naughty child that'd been caught doing something they weren't supposed to, following behind with her shoulders slumped and her head down while you led her to the stairwell so you could chat privately.

"You know I don't like to pry into other's lives, because I'm certainly not too fond of it being done to me," you began, keeping your voice steady and even as you spoke, hoping you came across as nonjudgmental. "But when I see one of my coworkers stealing a scalpel for what I can only assume is gonna be used for something other than surgery, well… I tend to worry."

Trinity remained silent throughout your little talk, arms crossed defensively over her chest as she clenched her jaw and looked away. Her first instinct was to reply with a sharp jab, to spit out her usual snarky comments before storming off. After all, she could take care of herself. She'd done so up until this point, and so far she'd ended up alright, hadn't she?

But when she dared to glance over in your direction, her green eyes locked onto yours, and what she saw there wasn't disgust, or anger, or disappointment. It wasn't even pity. No, it was a quiet sort of understanding, as though you could feel her pain and wanted to help her work through it rather than simply shoving it away and hoping that'd be enough to get by.

"I started sometime around when my childhood best friend committed suicide. We'd both been taken advantage of by an adult in our lives, a man that we trusted, and she wasn't able to handle it." Her voice was quiet, and it shook slightly when she spoke, her eyes darting back down to the floor rather than meeting yours. She didn't know why exactly she was telling you this. Maybe it was because she knew deep down you wouldn't judge her.

"I'd been clean for a while, after I started working here and when Huckleberry moved in. But with everything lately that's been going on, I just…" she shrugged lamely, gaze flickering back to the main section of the Emergency Room. "…I don't know. For some reason now I feel more alone than ever."

"You don't have to be alone," you murmured sympathetically, typically stoic features morphed into that of a pathetic looking dog who could sense a person's sorrow and would do anything to help. "Y'know, I was in a similar spot that you're in however many years ago. I couldn't see a way out. And then I met Dana, and I learned that just because you feel like it's the end of your story, doesn't mean it has to be. Maybe it just means it's time for you to start a new chapter."

Reaching out, you rested a reassuring hand on Trinity's shoulder, still watching her with those eyes full of understanding. "I know it's hard, asking for help. And it can be hard to accept it, too, because doing so feels like you're admitting defeat. But you're not a failure for needing someone, and it's not something that you should be ashamed of." You gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze before pulling away and heading back to the main section of the ER, only pausing to add, "the living room couch at mine and Dana's place isn't anything fancy, but it's comfortable enough if you need to spend a few nights someplace where you won't be alone. Just something to think about next time you get the urge to 'cleanse yourself of your sins'."

With that, you were gone, leaving her alone to mull over everything that'd been said. She'd never had someone reach out so bluntly before, much less with such knowledge of what this kind of loneliness felt like. It wasn't just vague, flowery speech about how "it gets better". It was you stating that yeah, sometimes it's hard, and that sucks, but you're not going to get anywhere if you don't step out of your comfort zone and seek out change.

Trinity had always known that in the back of her mind, but she didn't want to admit it to herself, because in doing so she knew she'd be forced to put herself in a position where she had the possibility of getting hurt again. But she also knew that she couldn't keep living like this, so she took a step towards healing by offering the olive branch of karaoke to Mel later that night after work, and then another one by dialing your number and asking if you could pick her up once she was done.

She fell asleep on your couch that night and woke the next morning to find herself still in her karaoke clothes and sporting an awful headache from her hangover, but also feeling much more secure and safe than she had in a while. There was a certain air of normalcy that she'd previously never had with anyone but Huckleberry upon seeing you and Dana bicker lightly over the proper way to make fried eggs, whether the yolk should be runny or firm, and it was a normalcy that she'd feared would be missed with him staying at Robby's while the attending was gone. But not anymore, not with the invitation you'd extended towards her to ensure she wouldn't have to be alone.

As for the scalpel, it'd been taken out of her scrubs' pocket and left behind in the proper supply drawer where it belonged. Sure, the blade would've been more familiar than this was, but maybe trying something new for a change wasn't so bad. Maybe it was exactly what she needed to let her old scars heal instead of creating new ones. And maybe, just maybe, she'd end up being okay.

End notes: guard dog connecting with trinity over their shared habits of self harm while she was under the impression that she was in it all alone oughhh. this is the mentally ill duo of the year everyone

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Yolanda's fingers plunged in and out of your leaking cunt as you sat in her lap, face buried in the shirt of her scrubs as she abused your poor hole. It was just about milked dry by this point after all the times you'd cum already, both your folds and clit puffy and aching from her insistent stimulation of them.

Still, you knew she wouldn't stop with this utterly cruel form of torture until she was done, until she was satisfied.

"See? There you go. I knew you could give me a couple more," she breathed out next to your ear in a low hum, voice almost proud as she spoke. She'd had several successful operations take place earlier that day, hence the reason behind her mood being better than usual.

Her hand was practically covered by your juices at that point, slick all the way from her fingers down to her wrist. Every now and then she'd stop, bringing her hand up to either her lips or yours, and ensuring that her fingers were thoroughly cleaned by either of your tongues before resuming her previous ministrations yet again.

Your eyes had long since fluttered shut, pitiful mewls and moans being torn from your throat with every stroke of your folds from her thumb and every plunge of her fingers into your quivering entrance. You couldn't even be sure how long you were there for, whether it be mere minutes or multiple hours.

She was good at that, at causing all time with her to run together until you couldn't make either heads or tails of it.

You were in a daze, mind separated from body as you mentally floated away on a fluffy bed of clouds while physically you were met with yet another orgasm. Evidently this was enough to satiate the lustful control freak whose lap you were still perched in, because she pulled her hand away from your pulsing cunt and used her mouth to clean her fingers for the last time before giving your lower back a gentle pat.

"Alright, I think we're done here. Let's get you all cleaned up now, hm?"

Aftercare was one of your favorite parts of the whole ordeal, and sometimes you even enjoyed it more than the actual sex due to just how careful and attentive she was. The typical stony-faced and cold-blooded Dr. Garcia was nowhere to be found, her place instead taken over by the smiling and warm-hearted Yolanda.

"There we go. Better?" She murmured after she finished wiping away the last of your bodily fluids with a damp rag, the corners of her lips tugged upwards into a soft smile as she stared down at you with a warm gaze. "Wanna cuddle, baby?"

You simply nodded, unable to form the proper words to speak due to having been thoroughly fucked-dumb earlier. Her smile widened into a full-on grin as an amused chuckle escaped her, and she slipped under the covers next to you, pulling your still-trembling form into her arms where you'd stay for the rest of the night.

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