#this is literally just for me

[ebodebo]

i’m fucking back w virgin!whitaker x abbott’s daughter!reader…MDNI

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“Your dad's in trauma one,” Langdon calls from behind the triage desk, focused on reviewing a patient file.

You hum. “Well, good thing I’m not here to see him,” you lean over the desk, eyeing him.

He tilts his head and nods, his eyes shifting toward you as he incorrectly states why you are here. “You didn’t come to see Abbott, which means you came here to bother me,” he quips with a knowing brow as if he’s correct.

You playfully roll your eyes. “Whoa. So loud and so wrong. I actually came to see my boyfriend,” you raise your brows.

He narrows his eyes and moves the file to his side. “Don’t tell me it’s the basketball player in 15.”

“Definitely not,” you laugh.

He contemplates, the gears in his brain turning. “The college student in 20?

“No,” you affirm, your eyes moving past Langdon to see Whitaker approaching him. “He’s right behind—”

Whittaker interjects, quickly asking Langdon a question, unaware of your presence. “What’s the status on—”

“Hold on,” Langdon says with a grin. “I'm trying to guess her boyfriend. Is it the guy with the fractured leg in five?”

“Frank,” you say. “Follow my finger,” you hold your finger up in his line of sight.

He gives you a confused expression as his eyes follow the tip of your finger, moving in the air. He then turns to his side and sees Whitaker standing beside him with a smile.

Langdon's face contorts with confusion before it finally dawns on him. "Whi—Whitaker?" His tone is surprised.

You nod slightly, a smile spreading across your face. “Yes, you dummy.”

“How did that happen?” Langdon asks, crossing his arms over his chest.

“Oh, you know...things and such,” you say vaguely, your eyes shifting to Whitaker. You tilt your head to the side, signaling him to move to a more secluded area.

“Thanks for agreeing to cover for me, Langdon,” Whitaker jests, handing him another file as Langdon’s mouth hangs open at the new revelation. “I’ll be back in twenty.”

Langdon absentmindedly grabs the file, his mouth slightly ajar, and his eyes narrow in contemplation.

“How long is your shift, doc?” you ask Whitaker as he approaches you.

“Get off at 10,” his hand moves through his hair, and his eyes move rapidly around the ER.

It was filled, every inch occupied and bustling with activity.

Nurses and doctors are busy trying to address the backlog of patient care, though to no avail.

It was too overwhelming to handle all in one day.

You pull your purse onto your shoulder as your teeth chew on your lip. “What’s wrong?”

His eyes move to you, a breath of relief escaping his chest. “I—nothing. I’m okay,” he gives you a half-smile, trying to assure you.

“Are you feeling stressed?” you ask, a concerned frown crossing your face as you notice the tension in his shoulders.

It may seem silly to ask, given that every ER staff member is stressed, but you thought you would ask anyway.

“I—well, you know…” he trails off, scratching his neck. “I’m not exactly feeling relaxed.”

Your eyes narrow in thought before they grow wide with an idea. “I have an idea,” a smirk forms on your lips as you grab his hand, dragging him away. “Follow me.”

“Where are you taking me?” he laughs out, hand gripping yours.

“Shh. Just come on,” you hush his questions. You drag him sneakily into an empty patient room, shove him inside, and follow behind, locking the door after you.

“What are you—” he starts, brow furrowing before he sees the glint sparking in your eyes, teeth digging into your bottom lip.

“Thought we could try something new?” You pose the question, bashfully moving closer to him.

"Like what?" he asks, his tone filled with curiosity.

You raise your hands to press against his chest. “Like sex,” you say easily. “Only if you want to, of course,” you add quickly as your eyes lock.

“Here?” His voice cracks with surprise.

“Could be fun,” you shrug, your hands resting on his shoulders. “You look so hot in your scrubs,” you lean in and kiss his lips. “And it could help reduce your stress, right?”

He tips his head back and gives you a thoughtful smile. “Sexual intercourse does alleviate stress because it releases hormones like endorphins and oxytocin, which promote relaxation.”

“Oh, yeah,” you purr as you return your lips to his. “I love when you talk all doctor, baby,” you murmur against his lips. “Keep talking.”

“It, uh, can also improve your sleep quality,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against yours with equal passion.

“Can it?” you ask, lightly gliding your fingers over the back of his neck. “Seems like it’s really good for you, huh?” you tease, your hands gripping the hem of his scrub top. “You can touch me,” you assure him, your tongue teasingly licking a stripe across his bottom lip. “But I might bite.”

He releases a shaky groan against your lips that makes your knees lock in place. “Tell me no,” you breathe out, your fingers already popping open the buttons of your top.

He grips you tightly as you pop open the last button. “I want you,” his low voice says, certainty rolling off his tongue. “Show me.”

You give him a devilish smile, dropping your top to the ground and your fingers reaching to pull his scrub top off before discarding it across the room. “Do you masturbate?” you randomly mutter, kicking off your shoes before you slip your jeans off.

He tilts his head, pulling off his scrub bottoms. “Don’t really have the time,” he says honestly before looking at you and contemplating whether he should ask. Eventually, he does. “Do…you?”

"Every night," you say without hesitation, leaning in to press your lips against his once more.

His lips move against yours. “To what?”

"You," you say, nipping at his bottom lip and eliciting a slight whimper.

Your eyes hang lazily, full of desire. “Chair. Now,” you instruct, hands pushing against his chest as you direct him to sit.

You move to straddle his lap, your lips connecting again immediately. “You’re sure about this, right?” you ask again, not wanting to pressure him.

“Please,” he groans against your lips, hands gripping your waist tightly.

Your hand finds its way between your bodies, slipping his boxers down to reach for his hard-on. You pull your panties to the slide before you line him up with your slit, sinking down to accommodate him.

He releases a deep groan, head moving back against the wall, as you hiss at the contact. You grip his shoulders tightly, beginning to rock against him slowly.

"You okay, baby?" you ask gently, your gaze lingering on him.

His eyes are closing tightly as his mouth hangs open. “Yeah,” he chokes out, gripping your hips tight. “I can—I can,” he stutters, unable to get the words out.

“You feel me?” you ask, sweetness coating your voice. “It’s okay,” you affirm. “You can tell me. I wanna hear you,” you murmur, bracing your hand against the wall to get more support.

“Y—yeah,” he chokes out, gripping you tighter. “It feels nice.”

You choke back a laugh so as not to embarrass him. “Good. That’s good,” your voice is low as your movements pick up.

“Can feel you,” his words come out more confident. “Tight.”

You release a shallow moan at his words. “You’re getting good at the dirty talk,” you praise, gripping his shoulders tighter.

“Yeah?” he asks, voice strained.

“Mhm,” you can feel your lower stomach tightening. “I’m close.”

He doesn’t answer, he can’t speak, and he’s too transfixed by your movements.

But you can tell.

He’s close too.

But, before either of you can come, a loud knock on the door has you both jumping. You have to stifle a moan as Whitaker moves inside you deeper.

“Doors been closed a while. Need to get patients in and out quickly,” Dr. Robby grunts from outside the door.

“I’m just finishing up,” Whitaker choked out, rushing to stand and nearly causing you to fall as he hurriedly searched for his scrubs.

As he slides into his scrubs, his shirt is inside out, and his pants are on backward. He turns towards you, seeing your face trying to contain a laugh.

“Not funny,” he says, his voice serious, though a smirk plays at the corner of his lips.

“No. I know—it’s not,” you say, trying to keep your voice serious, but you find yourself laughing. “Sorry, baby,” you say as you chew on your lip and reach for your shirt. “Your pants are on backward.”

He looks down and realizes his pants are on backward and his shirt is inside out. He lets out an amused breath and quickly fixes his clothing as you laugh.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” he mutters humorously, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You laugh softly. “I should get going; I know how Robby is,” you said, kissing him. “I’ll text you later.” With that, you leave, leaving Whitaker to alone.

He lets out a deep breath, his heart still pounding, and his mind still racing.

When he finally leaves the room to head to the triage desk, Dr. Robby is waiting for him.

“Whitaker,” Dr. Robby says, eyes narrowed.

Whitaker spins on his heels. “Yeah, Dr. Robby?”

“You got…,” Dr. Robby trails off, bringing up a finger to gesture to his face. “…lipstick,” he confirms, eyebrow raised.

“Oh,” Whitaker brings his hand up, maniacally swiping his skin to try and get rid of your lipstick.

“Let’s keep the after-work activities, after work, yeah?” Dr. Robby says, patting Whitaker on the shoulder as he wipes your lipstick off his face. “And let’s make sure they’re at least a few hundred feet away from, you know who,” he adds, discreetly nodding towards Dr. Abbott, who is typing furiously on a computer.

Whitaker sheepishly nods, his face reddening as Dr. Robby gives him an amused smile before moving back towards a patient room.

Whitaker ducks his head down, eyes going wide as Dr. Abbott looks at him with his signature stern expression. He then moves to the lounge, taking his phone out of his pocket to text you.

Him: Robby knows.

Me: you're alive! i thought i was gonna have to start dating robby's daughter lol

Me: he’s not one to gossip, so don’t worry too much!

Him: It's comforting to hear that you would have moved on not even one hour after being with me.

Me: i'm just kidding drama-queen!

Me: besides, she has a secret bf i don't know about...

Him: Are you just speculating? You tend to do that a lot…

Me: no…i KNOW she does. i can just feel it.

Me: i think he works at the hospital…

Him: Alright, so you are just speculating.

Me: i will hunt you for sport.

Him: Back to my problem, what if he tells your dad? Will he kill me?

Me: um…that’s hard to say…

Him: Dana just came into the lounge and slid three condoms into my hand.

Me: score lmao come over after your shift?

Him: Of course. Can we try some more things?

Me: what things are you referring to?

Him: You know…sex things.

Me: oh my god. i’ve created a monster…

Him: Is that a no or?

Me: it’s a hell yes.

Me: you’ll get to finish this time and like three other times:)

Him: Optimistic I see. Thank God. I’m feeling all achy.

Me: uh oh you have blue balls, babe…LMAO (sorry love u) bring dana's condoms and so many electrolyte packets, you sex maniac.

Me: i’ll take good care of you

Him: Yes ma’am.

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author’s note: this is so self indulgent i can’t. nobody wanted this but me lmaoo

[puppyguppy]

Katsuki, "You look like the kinda guy that needs the soul sucked outta his dick and then spat right back into his mouth" Bakugou

[dogboyhudson]

DRUM MAJOR BLAINE!!

[grntaire]

good omens 2 x fall out boy, bc i need to get it out of my system

the (shipped) gold standard

miss missing you

w.a.m.s.

g.i.n.a.s.f.s.

(coffee's for closers)

and finally:

fake out

[jiminjeongshler]

this is my manifesto

[dickprints]

[haganez]

[synbiote]

Symbiote Kin Recipes!!

x Dark Chocolate Truffles x "Bloody" Chocolate Cups x Chocolate Fondue x Bunny Rocky Road x Brookies x Red Velvet Soufflé Cake x Chocolate Almond Butter Bars x Chocolate Creme Cupcakes x Chocolate Fudge

{Photos from Original Posts}

[fnibble]

did i tell you i love you

I'm seriously going to make a very self-indulgent spin-off series in a slightly simpler style (quicker/stylized line art and flat colors for eyes/hair, grayscale backgrounds) about Kaiioar and Nyeatue EVEN though they aren't properly relevant to Inerudite Hills yet

It's going to be called ufm Kai and it'll go into their stories and backgrounds leading up to how it integrates into Inerudite Hills, BUT it's stand-alone enough to not be required. just slice of life on love, LGBT+ identity, politics, and MUSIC GOD DAMNIT

no release date planned, because I have a lot of organizing needed, but I already have their entire story nailed down :) just gotta fit it into storyboards

[mctreeleth]

I keep seeing the leather/pleather vs denim jacket poll over and over again with all different sorts of discourse about how there is no plastic-free pleather and like, that's TRUE, there isn't, but honestly I DO think people who don't want to use animal products* also deserve to look cool

and so my suggestion is that y'all google "waxed cotton jacket" or "waxed canvas jacket" plus like, "motorcycle" or whatever style you think is cool, because there's a plastic free leather-look material that is strong and durable and waterproof and doesn't use animal products** AND is plastic free already out there and some of the clothes that you can get made out of it look sick as hell.

*ignoring the fact that most leather is meat by-product that would be going to waste anyway

**except beeswax but if you're going to object to that then honestly there's no helping you

[inkskinned]

please i love you i'm begging you bring back suspension of disbelief bring back trusting the audience like. i cannot handle any more dialogue that sounds like a legal document. "hello, i am here to talk to you about the incident from a few minutes ago, because i feel you might be unwell, and i am invested in your personal wellbeing." "thank you, i am unwell because the incident was hurtful to me due to my childhood, which was bad." I CANT!!!!

do you know how many people are mad that authors use "growled" as a word for "said"? it's just poetics! they do not literally mean "growled," it's just a common replacement for "said with force but in a low tone." it's normal! do you hear me!! help me i love you please let me out of here!!!

[anotherpapercut]

I don't really think it's fair to dismiss the idea that that guy might have been framed for killing the CEO as like an unfounded conspiracy theory when NYPD has a proven history of planting/fabricating evidence on people. in 2011 there was a massive investigation of the NYPD and hundreds of cases against people were dismissed after a former police officer testified that they literally have a name for planting evidence on people: flaking. you cannot be out here acting like considering the possibility that cops who do this shit under normal circumstances might possibly also do it when they're under intense global pressure and scrutiny is the same as republicans thinking democrats run a secret pedophile ring in the basement of a pizza restaurant

[kendyroy]

“They gave me runway in this film. There’s one monologue in there. I can’t tell you the details of it. I say more words in that monologue than I said in an entire movie once as Wolverine. But there are sides of the character that I’ve been scratching at for 24 years […] There is stuff in this movie where I was like, ‘This is the thing I’ve been trying to get out’ and I feel so excited about it.”

— Hugh Jackman talking about Logan in Deadpool & Wolverine (x)

[youvebeengalindafied]

love that in the wickedverse, this poor 12 year old is just stuck in the middle of the most insane dyke drama Oz has ever seen

[paula-in-dreamland]

Dear 13.5 - 21 year old Paula,

Guess what. In the year 2024, Candice admitted she thought Klaus/Caroline should have been endgame with a Tiktok trend. Then, Paul Wesley basically stated Stefan/Caroline only happened because Nina left the show.

I know, I know. I'm screaming too.

Xoxo

Your 28.5yo 2024 Self who is still slightly bitter over how things transpired in the shows that should not be named.

[asparklethatisblue]

Jayce has an idea of what his perfect man should be like, it’s super specific and extremely vague at the same time