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wanye has the biggest sweet tooth. always eating something that’s high in sugar and extra low in everything else but he doesn’t care. honey buns, lollipops, cookies—he’s a little sugar fein. he even carries them around in his pocket or car, just in case he has withdraws. that’s what you say when you want to be extra funny—like he’s an addict. he never denies his unconscious need for sugar but he simply just makes excuses about how it gives him extra energy at work, or how it’s a replacement for when he misses the taste of you. you always smack your lips and tell him it’s bullshit, that he needs a real meal.

but, you don’t always mind his sweet tooth.

not when he’s lounging on the couch with his feet up on the coffee table, eyes not paying attention to the tv in front of him at all. too busy giving your ass all the attention he thinks it deserves with the little shorts you have on. mouth slightly open at the sight of you, his tongue slowly plays with the blue raspberry jolly rancher sitting in his cheeks. “hey, c’mere,” he calls and when you turn to look at him from the kitchen, you can already see that stupid grin on his face—the one that makes you undeniably a little weak. so weak, because even though you can see right through it, you only roll your eyes and make your way over to him.

“yes, sir?” you grin, giving in to whatever’s already playing in his head. he audibly groans, and grins even harder than before. “give me a kiss, baby.” you oblige, leaning down to give it to him so you could get back to finding yourself something to eat. you intend for it to be a quick peck, but as soon as your mouth touches his, he makes sure to keep you there, a hand firm on the back of your head. you steady yourself with a hand on the armrest as his lips rise and fall onto yours—soft but purposeful. you taste his latest treat and feel as they part wider and wider making yours do the same, until they were wide enough for his tongue to push something past your teeth onto your tongue.

you instantly pull away, wondering what he joke he pulled now but when you taste the same blue raspberry from his tongue now on yours, you chuckle. “you’re nasty.” “mmhmm,” he replies, proud as ever.

or when he stands at the counter late at night after a shower, with a slice of cake sitting in front of him for a snack. his fingers dip from the plate to his mouth, only picking up the icing— his favorite part. when you come around the corner to see him all you can do is shake your head and asks for a bite before he destroys the untouched part. when he agrees, you go to get a fork but he’s already stopping you with a: “what ya doin’? got it for ya right here.” he holds up a bit of cake and icing on his fingers. you give him a look and he grins in return. “open wide.” you let him slip it past your lips, and press it on your tongue as you close your mouth around it.

“yeah, just like that. don’t let it fall it, baby.” he watches carefully as you suck at them—enjoying it too much.

you especially don’t mind when he needs something a little bit sweeter and goes for you. legs on his shoulders, tongue working at you, letting him suck at every bit of your pussy for his sweet treat of the night. you realize quickly how hungry he is when he holds a tight restrain on your hips, keeping you against his face—pushing, rolling, sucking at your clit with his tongue. it’s far too much, so quickly, you start to close your legs over his head.

he notices when he struggles to get access to your clit. “unt unt, come on. open f’me,” he groans against you. “wayne,” you instantly whine. but he’s not hearing it, just pulls at your inner thighs, you have no chose but to melt open for him. when you open up enough for him, he isn’t shy about his need. he doesn’t just flick or suck at you—he devours. tongue slow, elaborate, deep inside of you like he wants to get to the root of why you taste so sweet. all your cute whimpers gone, replaced with gasping, moaning while he knocks the air out of your lungs with his tongue.

“wayne, you’re tongue fucking me.” he chuckles against you, “damn right i am.” your loud moans only encourage him to go deeper making you instantly grip his hair, pulling at him. hips rolling into the mattress below you trying to get away but he follows you, pulls you back to his mouth, strong arms locking you in place.

when he’s finished (after you’ve come at least twice), he’ll crawl up your body with that stupid grin he always has when he knows for a fact he’s ruined you, to kiss you. he kisses deep, letting you taste yourself on his tongue just like he would if he was sharing one of his sweets.

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Keanu Reeves as John Constantine in CONSTANTINE (2005)

"This is Constantine. John Constantine. Asshole."

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And I call this piece "holy fucking moly I need that woman !!!!"

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I give up

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NO NO NO NO

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Hi

My X (rsmary) main account X (raikovrose)

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Wayne Jenkins being a nasty mf.

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anyways my panties are wet.

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My Utah

Pairing: Dr. Frank Langdon x Dr!reader

Synopsis: Reader hears Javadi failing at asking out Mateo, and it takes her back to when she tried asking out Frank when she was a first year resident.

Word count: 1.4k+

Warnings: Mentions of the mass causality event/shooting. Mentions of blood. Mentions death once or twice, nothing too graphic, no one major.

A/N: Couldn't remember what hour the Utah comment happened in, so timeline probably doesn't fit the show exactly. AU where he isn't married, nor does he have the drug issues. Again, not really sure how I feel about this one, I'm still pretty rusty when it comes to writing. But 2 fics in 2 days?!?! Who am I?

“I don’t date people in the workplace,” you hear Mateo responding to Javadi’s stuttering. Poor girl, and when you hear her stutter some more, you take it upon yourself to step in and help Victoria.

“Do you mind if I steal Dr. Javadi from you? I have a patient I want her to help with,” you smile at Mateo, acting like you didn’t hear anything they had been saying. 

“Yeah, of course,” his eyes flick to Victoria, before nodding to you. 

“You seemed like you could use some saving in there,” you laugh lightly once you’re sure Mateo won’t be able to overhear you. 

“My parents once took me skiing for Christmas in Utah and from the moment I got off the plane, I just, I could not catch my breath, no matter how hard I tried. The altitude just made me awkward and uncoordinated. I couldn’t concentrate, I couldn’t get my bearings. And I’m a very good skier, but I just spent the whole vacation, just like, on my butt, dizzy, panting. And Mateo’s like a human Utah.”

“Oh, I have my own Utah,” you laugh in understanding. “It could always be worse, he could be engaged. He’s not!” you add the last part quickly when you see her eyes widen in panic. 

“Oh, good,” she lets out a sigh of relief. 

“But mine was, or at least practically engaged. I found out he had already bought his girlfriend a ring after I made a fool of myself.”

“How did it end up working out?” Victoria asks, finally getting her own emotions in check.

“We’re great coworkers now, but it was one of the most embarrassing days of my life,” you admit, walking up to the nurse’s station. 

“Is he here today?” Victoria asks, looking around the ED trying to figure out who’s married. 

“He is,” you sigh, avoiding looking in Langdon’s direction. “He’s in South twelve right now.”

Javadi whips around to see who could be the person to knock you off your bearings. “Langdon?” she asks in complete shock, she imagined it would be someone more like you- someone nicer. 

“It was like in one of those cheesy romance novels, it was like the whole world disappeared and there was only him. He was a second year resident at the time.”

Just talking about it transports you back to two years ago, getting lost in his baby blue eyes. He seemed to take a special liking to you, he was always having you work alongside him, pulling you away from other residents when he had a more interesting case he wanted you to experience. 

Within the first month of you being in the Pitt it was like you and Langdon were attached at the hip. When he could see you slowing down during one of your many twelve hour shifts, he would slip you little snacks like granola bars or cheese crackers. If you had down time you were grabbing coffees or water for the two of you from the break room. The way you were with him caused Perlah and Princess to gossip about the two of you. And it didn’t stop with them, when no one else was around even Dana and Robby would talk about the way the two of you act around each other. 

With each passing day your feelings for Frank grew stronger and deeper. You spent pretty much every waking minute thinking about him, anytime you could let your mind drift it would slip back to thoughts of him. It didn't help that you would grab late night dinners to decompress after pretty much every shift, and spending your days texting one another about anything and everything. 

Even with all of that time spent together, you had no idea he had a girlfriend- and a serious one at that. If you had known you never would have dreamed of asking him out, of thinking you had even a sliver of a chance with him. One fateful day two months into your rounds, you asked him to go to the Carnegie Science Center with you on your day off. His face immediately changed from the carefree smile that Princess swears he reserves just for you, to a cold hard stare. You can still feel the white hot embarrassment washing over you to this day. You were so embarrassed, and to make matters worse you had just spit the question out at the nurses station right in front of Dana, wanting to- needing to- ask Frank before you lost your nerve. So you got rejected right there in the middle of the ED in front of your charge nurse, the same nurse who told you two weeks later that he had gotten engaged over the weekend.  

“At least I waited two months before asking mine out,” you tease Javadi. 

“Dr. (Y/L/N),” you and the first year resident beside you freeze at the unmistakable voice. “Can I get your opinion on a patient in North four?”

“Yes,” your voice squeaks a little, once again feeling the embarrassment you felt around him two years ago. “But, I’m bringing Dr. Javadi, she could use the experience.”

“Okay…”he furrows his brows at you, confused by your reaction to him. 

Javadi watches Langdon and you, how the two of you move in sync, no trace of the awkwardness she’ll no doubt have with Mateo going forward. She doesn’t know how she didn’t see it before, the little looks you two give each other as you work, wordlessly communicating your thoughts to each other. He may have rejected you years ago, but he still clearly cares about you and values your opinion. 

The remaining hours of your shifts slip by; Javadi, Langdon, and you being separated and thrown together multiple times throughout. She watches you two, observes the way you take care of each other. 

“Cute, aren’t they?” Dana asks Javadi once she returns from her CT scan. “Been wondering when they’ll get together. The whole department’s got a bet going if you want to get in on it.”

“Isn’t he married?” Javadi asks, confused. Afterall, you said he had an engagement ring for his girlfriend. 

“No, he couldn’t go through with the wedding,” Dana gestures toward where you and Frank are leaning against the other side of the nurse’s station, giggling over the cups of freshly brewed coffee you just made. 

Your moment is cut short by the announcement of the shooting at Pitt Fest, everyone is scrambling trying to set up the ED before the first ambulance arrives. You work through the carnage, compartmentalizing everything you see, so you don’t break down in the middle of the chaos. There’s blood everywhere and you’ve changed your gown at least two times. You’ve lost Frank in the frey, which is to be expected, but hard nonetheless when he’s your lifeline. Slowly but surely everyone works as a well oiled machine and save everyone that you can. 

Once it’s all over and your body no longer has to run on autopilot, you're faced with the reality of what just happened. The blood smeared across the floor reminding you of the teenager, with her whole life in front of her, that you couldn’t save. Tears start to collect on your lashline standing in the middle of the emergency department, watching all of the fluids get mopped up so the ED  can be opened back up to the public like nothing just happened. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay,” Frank appears out of nowhere, pulling you tightly into his chest. “We just need to hand off our patients to the night crew and then we can go home.”

“I don’t want to be alone tonight,” you grip onto his scrubs.

“I know,” he whispers, kissing the crown of your head without a thought. “You can come over to my place, I’ll make us some dinner, and we can watch a movie. I’ll even let you put on one of those trashy rom coms you love so much.”

“Thank you Frank,” you bury your head into his neck, taking a deep breath and putting your game face back on. 

“I love you,” Frank says out of nowhere, still holding onto you.

“I love you,too, my Utah,” you smile at him before heading off to find a resident to hand your cases off to. Frank and you will have to address your confessions when your emotions have calmed and the adrenaline has worn off.

“What?” he asks himself as you walk away. “What’s a Utah?”

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Every time I see a picture of Hasan piker I shed a tear bc I will never feel him in the back of my throat

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dr. michael "robby" robinavitch + fuck!

THE PITT (2025-)

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I'll see you upstairs. I'll be the guy chopping chives.