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"I wanna be a mom." Heather chants, a mantra, perpetual repetition.
"Okay. So let's make you a mom."
She grins because as much as she gives him shit, he can be real fucking funny sometimes. "You offering, Abbot?"
Jack does that thing with his mouth that she kinda hates. "If you've got no other options, Collins."
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or, Heather Collins wants to be a mother. Jack Abbot is happy to oblige a coworker.Bookmarked by rubykatewriting
07 Nov 2025
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god this is so ridiculously fun and hot and lovely. i caught feelings like these two caught feelings, i love that shit!
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The elevator lurches once, then stalls. The emergency light flickers weakly, casting Robby and Whitaker in a dim, red glow before plunging them into near-total darkness. The only sound is their breathing—Whitaker’s still too fast, Robby’s measured, deliberate.
"You knew this might happen?" Whitaker asks.
"Yeah," Robby says. "Big storms like this fuck with the hospital's generators. We were lucky we got this far."
"Lucky," Whitaker echoes, the word coming out too soft.Robby and Whitaker get stuck in an elevator during a storm, and three weeks of tension catches up to them.
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24 Oct 2025
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when the horniness is so good and so hot and so well written and the two assholes in love don’t even get naked. like go. read. ENJOY.
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Dennis gets spiked on a night out and Santos takes him to the ER. Robby is working the nightshift
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Dennis Whitaker is fucked. So incredibly fucked. Thoroughly, like in one of those Reddit stories his nephews would listen to on Tiktok with a Minecraft video playing as a visual stimulation. (He’s supposed to turn those off, but hey, they catch your attention.)
Hey Reddit, I fucked my new boss without knowing he was my new boss the night before my first shift. Ask me anything!
Or, exactly what it says on the tin.
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Robby gasps as his back hits the door. “What are y–,” Robby’s voice is strained. “Whitaker?”
Dennis looks up from the floor, his hand on Robby’s thigh, face just inches from his crotch. “Doctor?” he asks, blinking.
Or, Robby offers Dennis his spare bedroom. Dennis isn't used to getting things for free.
Bookmarked by rubykatewriting
20 Oct 2025
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i love when something potentially fraught with terrible dynamics is handled so well and ends being funny and sweet and so goddamn hot i may eat my own arm???