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"I’ve always said you could be meaner.”
“Sure.” Samira tugs, forcing his head back, revealing his throat to her. Her dark eyes are a little bleary, a little unfocused, but sharpen on him. “But you’ve never said that you like it when I’m mean. To you.”
“Oh baby,” Jack replies. “I thought you knew.”
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Or, the one where Jack wins the emergency department five million extra dollars in the budget in a poker tournament. And then Samira takes him back down a peg or two.
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“Please don’t tell me the first person who ever touched your dick was Dr. Robby.”
“Um.” He coughs.
“Oh my god I’m gonna fucking die.”
Santos tries to solve Whitaker’s sexual hangups. Whitaker tries to save Robby’s soul. Neither initiative goes exactly to plan.
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10 Oct 2025
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Dennis evaluates him for a moment. As he studies, taking in the small twitches of his muscles, the fidget in his chair, the dilation of his eyes in his red face, Robby squirms again, though he doesn’t speak, just waiting still. He’s so different here than in the Pitt, and yet, he’s exactly the same.
“You want to know what I think?” Dennis asks. Robby doesn’t even hesitate; he just nods. “I think I could bend you over this table right now, and it wouldn’t do half as much for you as me describing to you exactly what I’d do when I bent you over this table.”
The color on Robby’s face is getting dark, hectic. His chest heaves with deeper, faster breaths, his eyes surprised and blown dark and fixed right on Dennis.
“Isn’t that right?” Dennis asks. “Michael?”
for day five of the pitt kinktober: dirty talk.
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“You have a benefactor,” the Reverend Mother said without preamble.
“A London patron. Name undisclosed. They’ve arranged for you to travel to the city for the upcoming Season.” She paused, watching Marie closely. “It appears... someone wishes for you to make your debut.”
Marie’s breath caught in her throat. “There must be some mistake.”
“There isn’t.” The Reverend Mother tapped the envelope once, then slid it across the desk.
Marie stared. “Why?”
The Reverend Mother gave her the closest thing to kindness Marie had ever seen from her. “Perhaps they see something in you. Or perhaps they see what they can make of you.”
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A Mariejordan fic inspired (loosely) by Bridgerton
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28 Sep 2025
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Jannik Sinner is a beta. But, with his height, he could've been an alpha. There's strength in him, and sometimes, when he scores a good point, when Carlos knows Jannik feels in control, he'll shake the racket in his hand – as close to a celebration as he will usually allow himself to give –, and his eyes will look just dark enough. Threatening. Dominating.
Carlos doesn't let himself think about the other possibility. About the wide hips and the legs that go on for fucking miles, and the shyness and the awkwardness in interviews and the hard-won smiles. Because if Jannik were an omega – well, that would be a dangerous thought, wouldn't it?
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19 Sep 2025