HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYONE!!!

Happy to see this in places where I usually find white nationalist stickers.

fanfic writers and fan artists are carrying fandoms. they are the backbone of fandoms.

thank you fanfic writers and fan artists

i wanna cum on someones dick while they rape me. i wanna be begging and screaming for my life as they pound the shit out of me with a knife to my throat. i wanna look someone in the eyes and see the moment that they realize im gone, that ive caved to them, and feel them go even harder, faster, deeper. i wanna feel it coming and try to stop it as hard as i can "no no no please stop please dont" but i just cant help myself. i wanna squirt around their cock as i sob for mercy, unable to justify why i keep cumming if i "dont want it."

we really shouldn’t

summary: you were having such a great night, your fake id worked, and you had a man lined up for the night. but then, your dads friend who is a fed, and definitely knows you’re not 21 turns up.

warnings: mdni, 18+!!!, AGE GAP! (READER IS OVER 20 and hotch is like 35!!), PIV, oral (f rec), reader has a smart mouth, aarons buttons are pushed, dad’s best friend! 

an: sorry i disappeared, i’ve been really ill with covid ! this is really self indulgent #needmeamunch. PLEASE REBLOG!!! likes don’t help the algorithm:( (but also like pls) 

wc: 3.8k

Friday night was the best night of the whole week. Friday night meant that class was over, no more nine am classes with drowsy old professors. But most of all, Friday night meant the DC streets were filled to the brim, not just students like on the Wednesday nights, Friday night meant busy. And busy meant getting into anywhere with a dodgy ID.

“Why are we going to this bar?” Your friend whines, wrapping her arms around herself and rubbing up and down her triceps.

“Because, I know a bartender who will let Sarah Shipman into the bar.” You roll your eyes and flick your ID back and forth.

The line shuffled forward slowly, your boots scraping against the gravel pavement. It was colder than you’d anticipated, goosebumps pulling up on your thighs under your dress.

“ID’s please ladies.” The bouncer holds his hand out expectantly. Your friend hands hers over and he nods. You do the same with yours, shining his torch on it. His eyes flick from the picture to you, he opens his mouth to speak but you cut him off.

“Is James working tonight, James Green?” You sputter out, biting your lip and rocking back on your heels and batting your eyelashes at the bouncer.

And there's a part 2 too!! RUN DON'T WALK!!

pope-codys pittcember

day twenty: star gazing (jack abbot x reader)

summary: jack shows you his favourite spot

pairing: jack abbot x wife!reader

words: 950

tags: fluff, teasing, flirting, jack loves his wife

"Jack, where are we going?" You whispered, your voice light with laughter as your husband led you quietly out the back door of his sisters house.

This was your and Jacks second Christmas together as a married couple and you'd agreed to spend it at his eldest sisters farmhouse with the rest of his extended family. The farmhouse had belonged to Jacks grandparents and he'd spend many summers and holidays here with his sisters when he was young.

Now he was walking you, hand in hand in the dark, through the snow of his sisters backyard, to an undisclosed location. The snow crunched under your feet as you followed happily, trusting your husband and finding the sneaky grin on his face when he'd roused you close to midnight too intriguing to ignore.

"It's a surprise." Jack replied as he walked confidently through the open field. It was really cold out, the kind of cold that made your skin feel tight and froze your nostril hairs when you breathed in. Thankfully Jack had directed you to bundle up in your coat, gloves, hat, and scarf.

Looking ahead of you both, you spotted a tall tree, bare of all leaves, with a dark mass in the center of the branches. As you got to the base of the tree you were able to see more clearly in the moonlight.

"A treehouse?" You asked, your voice rising in surprise and excitement. Jack smiled at you and gestured to the rope ladder.

"Ladies first." You shot Jack a wry look, before starting your ascent. Jack put his boot on the last rung to help steady the ladder as you climbed.

"You can pretend you're being a gentleman but I know you're letting me go first so you can look at my butt." You said over your shoulder. You caught Jacks fake expression of shock and laughed.

"I would never! Scouts honour!" Jack replied, mitten covered hand over his heart. You hoisted yourself through the opening in the treehouse floor and looked back down at Jack who was climbing up. "Besides I can't see anything with your winter coat in the way."

"You still look." You countered. A devious smile stretched across your husbands as he looked up at you.

"Of course." Jack finished his climb as you got up onto your feet, surveying the small space. The treehouse was old and not cared for, which was evident from the hole in the roof and the general disarray of the space. However, someone had cleaned up the treehouse recently. The dirt, dead leaves, and debris had been swept to the side and a plaid blanket had been carefully laid down on the floor. There was a stack of two blankets on the floor as well.

Jack joined you in the small space and directed you to lie down on the prepared blanket as he unfolded the extras and covered you with them to help keep you warm.

"Thermal blankets?" You asked and Jack nodded. "My husband, always prepared."

"If I'm gonna drag you out of bed in the middle of the night in the dark and the cold, I'm gonna make sure you're as warm as possible." Jack replied as he got settled down next to you, the material of your winter coats rubbing together. He turned his attention above you both and you followed his gaze to see that the hole in the roof was right about you.

Out on the farm in the middle of nowhere, with not a light for miles, provided you with the clearest view of the stars you'd ever seen. The sky was a deep midnight blue and the stars shone brightly in the dark. You couldn't help but smile as your eyes mapped over the constellations. Jack turned his attention to you and watched the wonder on your face, a warm, satisfied feeling filling his chest. A star streaked across the sky and you gasped.

"Jack! A shooting star!" You pointed up to the spot the star had been.

"That's good luck." Jack replied. You nudged his shoulder.

"Yeah? They teach you that in scouts?" You teased playfully. Jack looked at you in mock hurt, his mouth open in indignation, which made you laugh.

"You're so mean to me." Jack lamented and you laughed harder. "I bring you up here to have a romantic moment and you make fun of me."

"Romantic moment? That better be all it is because it is way too cold out here for you to put the moves on me." You teased further, poking his side. Jack scoffed and lifted his arm to provide a space for you to snuggle up close to him. You laid your head on his shoulder and gazed up at the night sky as his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You fell into a comfortable silence, your foggy breaths filling the air was the only movement between you. You'd always loved nighttime in the winter. The way it got quiet, the snow muting any noise, and how everything stopped. You liked the stillness. In a world where everything need to be fast and instant and the people around you had no patience for anything, being out at night in the winter was like pressing the pause button.

"This is really pretty Jack, thank you." Jack rested his cheek against the top of your head and hummed in agreement. Suddenly Jacks watch beeped and he raised his other hand to turn the alarm off. You craned your neck back to look over at him as he looked at you, your cold noses touching.

"Merry Christmas Mrs. Abbot." He said softly.

"Merry Christmas Mr. Abbot." You whispered back as you cupped the back of his head with your gloved hand and pressed a kiss to his cold lips.

pittcember masterlist

this is a Christmas post for you to like and unlike over and over to see the little snowy animation they have rn

Pairing: Dark!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

Tags/Warnings: +18, smut, masturbation (male receiving), harassment, breaking in your house, panties kink, Pervert!Dean

Here is the first part

Dean couldn’t stop thinking about you. Before he closed his eyes, he’d see you in his mind’s eye, beautiful. When he slept, he’d dream of you, and when he woke up, he’d follow you like a vulture following a dead body. He’d even managed to get into your house through your broken bedroom window.

Dean didn’t even think twice. He went straight to your wardrobe and looked at your underwear. But no, it was no good. They didn’t smell like you. So he went to the dirty clothes hamper and rummaged through them like a starved man until he finally found a pair of panties that satisfied him. He lifted them up with two fingers and inspected them; there was a white stain in the center, and he buried his nose in it, breathing deeply. He let out a slow exhale, his eyes quivering. It was perfect. He pulled his jeans down enough to let his cock slide out and rubbed your panties against him. He moaned, throwing his head back. He stroked himself slowly up and down, the fabric ripping against his skin feeling exquisite. He moved your panties faster, but something was missing.

It wasn’t quite where he wanted it to be.

He looked around and spotted your bed, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. He lay on his stomach, his face against your pillow, smelling your shampoo. He inhaled as he moved his hips against your sheets and the panties around his cock, imagining it was the friction of your insides he was experiencing at the moment.

He moaned against the pillow, a bit of saliva leaking from his mouth. The wet sounds his cock, already lubricated by his precum, was making could be heard throughout the room. And then he heard the front door keys, but to say he didn’t mind was an understatement. Quite the opposite… It turned him on even more.

Knowing you were nearby, that you might catch him masturbating in your bed, made his movements quicken. He wished you would find him, that he would be forced to grab you and hold you against the bed to finish what he’d started. With that thought in mind, he let out a loud moan, muffled by the pillow. His hips stuttered, and his cum spurted against the bed and your panties. He took a few moments to himself, slowly rubbing his face against your pillow. He turned over and took a deep breath, a bead of sweat running down his forehead. He inspected the hand still wrapped around his cock and watched as his cum clung to your panties as if they wanted to belong there. Your footsteps grew closer, and he sat up. He considered it, fighting with himself whether to stay still and watch what was happening or get up and leave.

He shook his head and chose the latter. Not yet, it wasn’t the time.

Dean climbed out the window he came in through, panties in the back pocket of his jeans and took one last look at the stain on your sheets and smiled, knowing that now you would sleep with a part of him every night.

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🥵😋 Delightfully filthy!! 🤪🥰

based on this post lol

"...clark, what is that." your face froze in shock.

how could you have forgotten that your clark kent was none other than... an extra terrestrial? a kryptonian, at that.

in your defense, his appearance doesn't really scream alien aside maybe from his height, so the information just slipped out of your mind.

it was when you were met face to face with his cock, that you remembered his true nature.

"w-what do you mean? it's.. it's my..." he looked away from your kneeling form, embarrassed at the thought of saying such a word. "I know what that is, I'm asking you what this," and your finger rubbed against the... buds? soft hooks? that were on the side of his dick which made his silently shudder "...is". "is that not a normal thing...? you know, to grab onto you..?" he questioned innocently.

there's a silence for a moment, "clark, I love you, but there's no way in hell you thought every human had... these." you deadpanned before he started squirming, his thighs clenching. "you're making me self conscious..." "don't be! it's just... my first time with an alien, I guess."

he took a deep breath, "you know, if you don't want to do this, I could still just–- oooh, gosh..." he cut himself off with a low moan that rumbled from deep within his chest right when you licked up the buds. "feels nice?" your eyes flickered up at him as he nodded intensely, mouthing a small 'keep going'.

Flood warning week

Pairing: Simon Riley x fem!reader

⟡ Main Index | ⟡ Archive for Earth-1110

Summary: Seven days of Simon Riley ruining your ability to walk straight and your underwear drawer in the sweetest way possible.

Classification and content warnings: Smut +18 | explicit sexual content, basically PWP, established relationship, soft-dom!Simon Riley, daily sex (Monday through Sunday), fingering, oral (f receiving), clothed sex, dry humping, thigh riding, cockwarming, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, squirting, creampie, masturbation via video, use of sex toys, size, praise and mild possession kink, panties used as cock ring, cum play, extreme fluff between the filth, no condoms used.

Word count: 3,6k

Divider by me ;)

Delicious! 🤪😝🥰🙂‍↕️🤤🫨😍

crush.

warning: mostly pwp, some angst but happy ending for pope, f2l, age gap implied, afab reader, p in v sex, comfort sex (??), havent watched the show but fucking hate baz, unprotected sex, reader is kind of depraved about pope but who isnt, breeding kink kind of, etc etc etc.

summary: the aftermath of overhearing that conversation between pope and baz

word count: 4.1k

note: i have never actually watched animal kingdom other than edits and clips on twitter here and there. aaand i also messed up the timeline of the show (cath's death, etc), but fortunately this is fanfiction and i can do whatever i want yay!!

[ 💮 ] ━ NIGHT CALL ; jack abbot & michael robinavitch

SUMMARY: you're the new night shift nurse. quiet, capable, always composed at work. but everything shifts when jack abbotand robby robinavitch take an interest in you. what starts as lingering looks and teasing touches builds into a night of unbearable tension, whispered need, and a ride home that changes everything. [ 14k ]

WARNINGS: shy!reader, nurse!reader, dom!jack, soft!dom!robby, public teasing, wet panties, scent kink, oral sex (f. receiving & giving), handjobs, spit, throatfucking, rough language, praise kink, degradation kink, spitroast setup, face use, drool, use of reader’s underwear, public teasing (car), dom/sub dynamics, reader on knees, cock worship, fluid mess, multiple partners 18+

ko-fi

Jack Abbot didn’t like night shifts. He liked the silence of them, the stillness, but not the waiting, not the dragging hours between the adrenaline rushes. The hospital changed after dark. The energy shifted. Everything felt a little closer to unravelling, a little more raw. Patients cried harder, hallucinations hit deeper, and the residents started second-guessing themselves.

He used to relish that once, back when he was younger and more sadistic, when he still got something out of watching green interns fall apart during a psychotic break.

These days, he found more satisfaction in watching things run clean, watching procedures handled fast, vitals stabilized before the crash cart even rolled in. He liked control, even if he never admitted it out loud. Which was why, on the third night of your rotation, he still hadn’t figured out why you were getting under his skin.

You hadn’t made a single error in judgment. You didn’t ramble. You weren’t fidgety. You didn’t flirt like the others, didn’t flash him that desperate look of want and approval so many younger nurses had tossed his way since the first season aired.

Fuck me!! 🥵🥵🥵

hold your hand against my stomach while we fuck & tell me how bad you wanna put a baby in me

FFWotSPNF KINKTOBER 2025

୨୧──Day 2: Crossed Lines──💕

“We can’t, baby.”

Dean’s voice falters, his words less convincing than a demon playing nice. Even his hands are shaky, betraying his feigned composure as he keeps you at bay. As much as possible, anyway, within the cramped space of the Impala.

MENTOR!JACK ABBOT WHO . . .

⟡ immediately takes you under his wing when he first lays his eyes on you – a second year med student, looking around the emergency department like a deer in headlights.

⟡ shows you around the ED; introducing you to the rest of the night shift staff, showing you the break room, and making sure you understand the charting system.

⟡ guides you through your first emergency trauma surgery, manually moving your hand with his wrapped around your wrist. murmuring a "there you go" in your ear when you do it right.

⟡ congratulates you when you do your first intubation, handing you a mug with coffee from the break room, telling you to "relax for a sec, i'll take over your patients until you're done."

⟡ stares you down from afar when a patient or nurse tries to flirt with you, his eyes glazed over with pure protectiveness and something close to jealousy.

⟡ notices every little detail about you. the way you stand so stiff in a patients room, how you fidget with the stethoscope around your neck when you're anxious, how you're too nervous to actually talk to the other night shift staff, how you only go to him when you have a question.

⟡ makes sure you eat something during every shift, randomly tossing a sandwich that he stole from the food cart at you, a quick "eat." slipping past his lips before he walks away.

⟡ always asks for you specifically when in a trauma bay, taking any opportunity he can to be close to you and teach you anything he can (even if you already know how to do it, he's still mumbling a small "i just wanna make sure you're doing it right." before guiding you through it.)

reblogs appreciated <3 pt.2 in the works!

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