big plans, no words

18+ | the worm's feast | #1 Phillip lover and abbot specialist

[arabellasfvv]

pope's wrongs are rights 'round here ᥫ᭡.

DNI minors, puritans, anti graves, pro ai

self indulgent, amateur writer ༊*·˚

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Im actually much more of a pervert. It'll come back

Please do talk to me and send requests but read: limit list ɴαvιɢαтιoɴ: ramblings ;; writing ;; bothers ;; askbox ;; favs

✪ ᴀʀᴀʙᴇʟʟᴀꜱꜰᴠᴠ do not copy, or feed my works into ai.

[fortheb0ys]

I LOVE OLD MEN IN BRACES🙏 JEFF WOULD LOOK SO PRETTY IN THEM! Not my best work but I'll fix it later:)

FEM ALIGNED + MINORS DNI

Jeff sat on his knees, a pout on his face and an avoidance of eye contact. He mindlessly played with his fingers. Even though he looking everywhere but you, he could feel your heavy gaze weigh on him.

You stood tall and dominant over him. He felt small compared to you. Maybe that's what turned Jeff on so much. Just sitting there under your lustful eyes, his dick painfully hard in the confines of his jeans. The toes of your shoes pressing slightly down on his bulge. Jeff felt like he could cum at any second.

"Aw bady, don't be so shy. Give me a smile. Let's see how pretty you are with your new addition." You press down harder on his cock. Jeff chokes out a small moan, holding with every ounce of will power not in cum in his jeans. He was feeling all new sorts of things that he definitely didn't never felt before.

Jeff looked up, tears welling up in his eyes and gave you the best toothy grin he could muster. His shiny new braces on display. He looked absolutely adorable.

"Please."

He was imaging what he look like in the state he was in. A pitiful man sitting kneeling at the feet of another, begging for any touch. If it was anyone but you, he would have ran and hide in the farthest corner of the earth.

"Please what, doll?" You give Jeff a smile matching his own. A slight mocking in your tone.

Jeff snaps his eyes shut, feeling your eyes burn deep at him. He's trying with every fiber of his being to not moan out his pleas.

"I-I want you in my mouth...please." Jeff moaned out his final word.

"There ya go, good boy."

Jeff felt his mouth water as you undo your pants. You weren't going to tease farther, he asked politely.

A sign leaves your mouth as relief washes over as you pull out your cock. By the looks of it, you were enjoying Jeff's pitiful sight. This wasn't a new thing for the two of you. Jeff's favorite thing was to be knelt in front of you, taking completely your cock. It's heavy weight on your tongue. His mouth watering at the thought of having that happen so soon.

Now adding to the thrill was Jeff's new braces. My smile slightly innocent.

You guide your cock to his closed lips, giving them a couple taps before lifting his top lip slightly. He looked like a growling dog as someone withheld a treat.

"Open up, doll."

Jeff hesitates no farther, mouth open before you could finish your request. You follow just as quickly to guide your swollen member into his mouth. He leaves a few licks against the tip before taking you as much as him could.

A muffled moan leaves Jeff's mouth. The vibrations send shivers down your spine. Jeff suddenly jumps as your foot begins to rub against the tent in his pants.

Jeff hallows out his cheeks and being sucking more frantically. Licking long strips on the underside of your cock. The veins tracing on his tongue.

Grunts slip your mouth. Your toes dig deeper into his pants. Jeff pushes forward to the grinding pleasure. A wet spot begins to soak through the front of his pants.

Jeff tugs at your pants to get your attention. You lock eyes and understand the plea behind. He wants you to go faster. To go harder. You know he can take everything like a champ.

You begin to thrust into his mouth at a bruising pace. Jeff chokes on the intrusion, spit begins to slip past the corner of his lips. Jeff enhales a deep breath through his nose and relaxes his throat to take you farther.

"Doing so good, doll. I don't think I can last much longer." Jeff can taste your precum as you give him the warning.

Your hand finds it's way to his top lip, lifting it up to run your fingers against his braces. It'd be such a shame for the removal. You'd have to take a picture as material for masturbating. It was the perfect sight.

Jeff is determined to stay focused at the task at hand, brow frowned. His knees started to ache and will definitely continue to the following day. His voice will surely be hoarse, He'd have to get someone else on sales duty. Or maybe he'd just call in and have you fuck him till the early hours of the morning.

Jeff seemed drift farther into his daze, mindlessly taking everything you gave him. Sex always made him feel fuzzy. The aches were worth it.

A gentle slap on his cheek brought him back to reality.

"Wanna cum with me, Angel?"

Jeff gave the best nod he could with your cock still down his throat. You thrust hard and fast, not letting up to let him breathe properly. Jeff groaned, lungs crying for air. His eyes rolling to the back of his head. You give a few more hard grinds against his cock and cums, his pants now completely dirty.

You'll pull out just enough till so just the tip rests at the front of his teeth. A few more tags, you cum. White painting his teeth but most of had fallen down his chin to drip down the neck of his collar.

Loud panting filled the silence space. Jeff looks like he's about to pass out.

"Such a good boy." You praise him once you've caught your breath.

With the last bit of his energy he could muster, Jeff gives you another smile. His shiny braces now covered in a sticky white. He'd have to get used to washing your seed out of his braces cause he knew this wasn't going to be the last time that he'd find them dirty in the same manner.

[fortheb0ys]

BOTTOM JEFF SADECKI X TOP MALE READER

☆' I WANNA FINGER FUCK YOUR MOUTH, BABY '☆

Am I making braces hot? Yes. Yes, I am. I need Jeff x male reader and there's none therefore I am responsible for creating it.

WARNING: oral fixation, throat fucking with fingers, dry humping

FEM ALIGN + MINORS DNI

Jeff gives such 'I had braces for three years' vibes.

He has permanent retainers at the back of both his top and bottom teeth. At first, you didn't know they were there. But during a very heated makeout session, your tongue explores the inside of his mouth.

You pull back once you feel them, confused at the foreign feeling that touch you tongue. Jeff looks at you with the same expression.

He panics thinking he did something wrong. Without much thought you shove your fingers into Jeff's mouth. Much to his embarrassment, a moan slipped out. As deep blush spread across his face, as your fingers pry open his mouth. This was definitely not how Jeff thought your first intimate moments were going to be like.

Jeff felt the embrassment consume him as you searched in his mouth for what seemed like forever. Drool began to pool in the corners of his lips, slowly making it's way down his chin. His cock hardened in his jeans, tenting the tight blue fabric. He mentally cursed his cock for being so interested in your fingers.

God, do I have a oral...what's that word? Fix? Fixation! Yeah, that!

He brushed that thought aside for another time. Hopefully you'll have your fingers in his mouth more than once.

"The fuck's with the metal shit on your teeth?" You ask once you see the wire along the back.

From some reason Jeff's brain didn't put two and two together, now just realizing you felt his retainer.

"Oh, Jesus, f-fuck. Thought I-I did something wrong for a second there." Jeff nervously stammered out, wiping his sweating palms on his shirt. The urge to come in his pants subsidies as the sense embarrassment of enveloped him.

He wasn't sure if it was the embarrassment of his childhood braces or the fact he nearly came untouched during your first shared makeout session.

"I forgot to tell ya I had braces for a bit when I was a kid. Put some shit at the back after they took 'em out. Is...are they weird?"

Before he could get an answer from you, your fingers shove into his mouth once again. Thumbs gently force his mouth open.

Jeff felt the same pleasure as he did before as you pushed your thumbs deeper into his mouth. Tears rolled down his face as he gags on your fingers. He wasn't sure how far his gag reflex went, but right now you were testing his limits.

He was now definitely sure he had some sort of kink. Part if him wanted you to replace your fingers with your cock, fucking his mouth hard and fast as he rutted against your shoes like a dog. He probably would have asked for it if your fingers weren't so deep down his throat.

Jeff's hips bucked into the empty air, trying to get so friction. Seeing this, you put your thigh in between his and immediately Jeff went to town humping your leg.

"Wow, you really like this, huh? Just a fucking slut." You say with a devilish smirk. All Jeff could do was moan around your fingers, taking in all your teasing words

Jeff work himself faster, feeling his legs shaking. He wrapped his thin fingers around your muscler forearm trying to steady himself. He gripped tightly enough to bruise.

Your tongue joins the party, licking alongside your fingers. Jeff felt weird not being able to kiss back, lips still being stretched by your thumbs. It explored every inch of his mouth. Feeling the metal against your tongue was a rush. The retainer added something you couldn't explain.

Maybe you could compare it to like have a tongue piercing. Just having a foreign object felt different and extremely inciting. You licked till the tip of your tongue became raw and started bleeding. Jeff whimpered at the taste of your blood meetinghis tongue.

His breaths were cut short. He gasped for air. Usually that would scare him but right now it was pure pleasure. If you were the one to kill him, he'd be okay with it. His brain was clouded. Everything felt so good.

A choked moan slips out as he cums after one final thrust against your leg. A wet patch stains the front of his tan khaki pants and the leg of your blue jeans. Jeff tries to catch his breath, but had a hard time due to the fact your fingers were still in his mouth.

Still forcing his jaw open, you bring your face closer to Jeff. You spit directly into his mouth. His eyes shot open, realizing what you had done. His mind still dizzy, he wasn't sure what he was supposed to do with your spit mixed with blood in his mouth. You gently take his chin between your spit covered fingers and closed his mouth.

"Swallow, puppy. Your reward for taking my fingers so well."

Without a second thought, Jeff swallows your spit. He looked at you with his innocent eyes and said 'Thank you,' in a quiet whisper.

God, he didn't realize how kinky your first time together was going to be but he was definitely up for it again.

I'm also imaging you have just mind blowing sex. Your both laying in bed, completely exhausted. The poor thing is trying to keep his eyes open. You're just as tired that you're about to fall asleep with your now soften cock still in his ass. Just as you're about to fall asleep, Jeff gives you a tap on the side.

"Y/N? Y/N, get out of me. I gotta put in my retainer."

[arabellasfvv]

I yearn to write again

[bbuuunnyyy]

thank you, @rr-after-dark for tagging me in this what’s in my bag picrew !!! this seemed so fun and cute n i just had to do this! ♡

i was so happy to see the triforce pin option, the nintendo switch with breath of the wild on it !!! the DS and the ipad opened to procreate !!!

my pads, advil, and scrunchie is a need. my huge pink hydroflask not pictured!

no pressure tags <3 @dirtygir1 @wistfulyears @aileen1237 @avgdestitute @eternalabbot @romantic-insomniac @yournamesnob @inthemourninglight @only-imagines @groovyangelkisses @gxtitobxby @girlp3rv @j4ckr4bbits @ccandlehead @blehbarbie @baransdollie @nightpitt @mast3rbait3r

[avgdestitute]

my baby ( @bbuuunnyyy ) tagged me in this so of course i had to do it! hers is way prettier than mine though, obviously.

my hydro is the olivia rodrigo one but otherwise this nails it…though looking at it i missed my wallet and keys. oops.

tag you’re it: @pinksplace @fromsil @digitalhoe @berd-nerd @pikachu032205 @sweetapplcider @boolger @evilbubu @popjunkie42

[fromsil]

omg i love this cute silly picrew so much🥹 thank you for the tag babes!

yes my bag is a fucking mess… and you can add a shit ton of makeup in that green little pouch, oops 😋

no pressure tag: @arabellasfvv @mortem-writes @theorist-fox (i don’t know that many people tbh😔, whoever wants can do it!)

[arabellasfvv]

Me when i try to be prepared but still forget the things I'll actually need

Uhhhhhh no pressure tags: @lialucis @boycigs

[captainpriceslilwife]

So ever since I read soap TBI something in me has reawakened like I have reread it so much I think I dreamed it. Do you usually indulge in DDDNE content if you do, do you have any recommendations/ favs 👀

i'm so glad you liked it!!!! it was definitely very different from the other stuff i write, and i still don't know what possessed me to write it lol, but im happy to hear it made it into your subconscious (i hope thats a good thing? no nightmares hopefully omg)

i actually dont indulge in DDDNE content that much? i don't really have many limits to what i read, but i honestly have this really weird fear that i'll somehow manifest whatever im reading into my real life because im kind of batshit crazy i think

but when i DO indulge in it, i do enjoy myself pretty heavily. i can't really think of much off the top of my head but here's just what is coming to mind as I type this:

@cod-indulgences has a lot of really good writing, especially if you're looking for more of a dubconny DDDNE kind of situation

@ilium-ilia is one of my favorite writers on here. i highly recommend all of their works, but i think if you like TBI soap, then you'll really enjoy the As Your Skin Gives fic (my fav work by them heehee)

also i've reblogged this work, but THIS work by @arabellasfvv is also very scrumpy and good

and uhhhhhh yeah :) that's all i have for you right now unfortunately bc my brain can't rbemeberrrr anythnggggg

[milkooze-deactivated20260329]

[arabellasfvv]

How i feel going to sleep while leaving everyone on read or delivered

[televangelists]

i don’t go here (caring about men) but it is genuinely a little insane to me that hucklerobby is so much bigger than robbylangdon. like what the fuck do you mean. the material is Right There. langdon desperately seeking robby’s approval. robby considering him a resident and not a friend when frank wants them to be best friends. robby seeing the worst parts of himself in frank and hating him for it. frank following him around like a dog on the first shift back just looking for a minute to talk and redeem himself and claw back even the smallest steps of ground between them? the sauce is there

[arabellasfvv]

When I remember writing for myself means nobody else gaf

[arabellasfvv]

Why does shipping two blondes feel more like incest than actual incest

[poorlilpubby]

guy that wont let you cum until you call him dad

[dirtygir1]

[arabellasfvv]

robby and his deterioration cw: death. depression. suicide.

Pressed flat into the pavement, guts indistinguishable from the rest of it — whatever it was, he couldn't even identify anymore. Only the remains of a life no one cared about, hatred hidden beneath every tire mark. Robby still makes the conscious effort to swerve around it.

It's dead.

Robby doesn't want to acknowledge that fact. He tells himself setting the spider outside is kinder than crushing it beneath a shoe. The cold bites at his fingers and face whenever he steps out, the inches high snow urging him to stay in. But releasing the small insect feels like it's an act of consideration.

It's dead.

He opens his window moments after the dull thunk echoes. Watches the bird's wings twitch aimlessly in the snow, the body too weak to turn itself over, too frail to get up. It won’t get up. Robby frowns, he feels for it. But he doesn’t leave his house to… save it? Or show it mercy at least? He closes the window and watches the snow continue to dance in the wind.

It's dead.

His neighbor isn't his friend. He isn’t even sure he likes the guy. But the frantic knocking of his daughter has him opening the door anyway. Robby doesn't mind driving her around the neighborhood, searching for the dog that slipped off leash. He doesn't notice how long it takes. Doesn't mind the dark when he brings her back with no success. He doesn't mind the way she cries into his shoulder before apologizing wildly, as if this was on her — a small part of him thinks it was. He tells her the dog will come back; dogs always find their way home. He doesn't think to admit he doesn't believe it.

Robby knows.

It's dead.

Robby remembers the grief of losing that little boy. He can't feel it anymore. But he remembers the weight of it, how every step that night felt heavy as if he were dragging a boulder behind him. It feels different now.

He watches the flat line. Calls the compression to stop — 2:38. One out of billions, he realizes as the single father crumbles in front of him. A handful, if even, of people will miss her. The rest of the world won't even pause, won't take a second to think of her. And all the grief in the world won't undo what's done.

She's dead.

It's a snail. Robby can’t be bothered with the extra step. There's millions of snails. The crunch would’ve bothered him before, too loud, too uncomfortable with its finality, ringing with the truth of a life ended. But now? It's minor.

It's dead.

7:28 — like clockwork. His daily reminder that everyone, everything dies. He tries to stop it. Tries to bring life back into those cold eyes. And still, when he succeeds he doesn't feel relief like he wants to. He knows it's temporary. Knows they're too likely to leave their mortal shells for good before even leaving the unfeeling hospital walls.

They're dead.

People have moved on. The photo hangs as an honor only a few keep acknowledging. Adamson was a good man, really good. But life goes on. He's slipping from people’s minds. They're happier about the food his sister sends every year, than all he's taught this hospital.

He's dead.

And Robby has to learn to let go. Others have. No amount of mourning will bring him back. He can't fix this. Maybe he knows that. Maybe it's okay. It was bound to happen, he tells himself.

Adamson is at peace.

Adamson is dead.

He finds himself jealous of the dance Jack Abbot dances with death, the way he's teetering on the edges, and receiving something from it, a rush he assumes. Proof that he can stay alive. Robby wonders what it's like. Standing on the brink without full intent. With a whisper that you can halt. With a goal that doesn't end in a cracked skull and screaming by-passers.

Jack Abbot is not dead.

But he should be.

Michael Robinavitch is fading. His clothes sit looser, his eye bags sit deeper, darker. Dana notice, snaps at him, snarls, tries to shake him out of it. Urge him for a break. Robby believes a break would be the worst thing imaginable right now.

Everyone dies. All he can do is delay it.

Food stopped being appetising. Jokes aren't funny. His mind is slower, his wit lacks and his decisions get corrected. The news don't even make him angry anymore. Sleep is relief. Waking up is dread.

He's dead.

The decision comes on a Wednesday — 5:54 in the morning. Coffee spills over the rim of his cup, toast burns, and his hair is greasy. The thought comes easily. That idea of letting go. He doesn't think of it as death, the word is not what comes to mind. He is just… ending the fight.

He doesn’t dwell on it. The food stays on the counter. The shower is cold, even as his skin burns red. His mind stops registering the world. Everything feels grey. Had it always been? He can’t remember the vibrancy of color, or the breeze of summer air.

Work is mindless routine. Everyday is different in the ER and somehow Robby still feels the loop. Like nothing really sticks, because he's been through it a million times. He doesn't remember the day as the evening air hits him, the sun setting somewhere far off doesn't make him turn his head.

7:17 — he's at the bridge.

He wanders slow along the path, like a normal person with average worries. It was always supposed to just happen. Never supposed to be deliberate. A crash, a gun, a tumble or fall, a fight. Something accidental. Something that leaves the world unaware of the relief he felt as the world faded around him.

He doesn't feel the fear he knows he should when he looks down.

He's dead already.

It feels like it's written in stone. Like even if he were to try to walk back, to get his phone and call someone, it wouldn't work. He'd push until it hurt and comply with fate.

A scream, the sound of waves, a car honking. He doesn't know where the sounds, that follow him halfway down, come from. Everything reminds him how small he is. How insignificant in the grand picture. The wind rushes past, quietens the world and allows him half a second of the stinging tears.

Michael Robinavitch is dead, Jack Abbot announces it at 7:50. The hospital goes still for a long minute.

Michael will be missed, until Jack steps off his the ledge, until Dana takes her last painful breath, until Dennis' mind deteriorates and stops him from feeling grief for the man who showed him who he was, and until Heather is dressed in white and watches the dove dance in the falling leaves.

Michael will be remembered until the hospital burns to ash, until his photo beside Adamson's is scattered by the wind.

The world never stopped.

Robby is dead.

And the world is okay with that.

[chr0nically-b0red]

what the actual fuck is my pinterest fyp ion remember looking at anything like this stuff

[buckybsdoll]

omg Maddie I'm in love with yours!! thanks for the tag queennn 🥰 @epiphanyrogers

tags: @sassandscribbles @singulartoast @pinksplace @heldbybarnes @salty-tang 🩷

[pinksplace]

I was tagged by the sweetest girls ever: @buckybsdoll @quantumbarnes @idkbeautiful @heldbybarnes @juniebjonesin @unificsation

you both have such gorgeous Pinterests I’m not sure how I can compare

giving you two to make up for the fact that I’m on mobile, perceive me if you dare.

also psttttt… if you look closely you might be able to get an inkling on something I’m working on 🤭

do it or you hate me: @avgdestitute @clarknsun @kryptidfiles @tw1sters @flockoff-featherface @superbassbuck

[avgdestitute]

tagged by my love @pinksplace

i havent used pinterest in like a year i really need to delete all my stuff and restart <3 @pinksplace dm me i wanna know how you organize yours<3

no pressure tags: @amorgasmic @fromsil @cyberdrream @bunnybeaches

[fromsil]

love doing these hihi thank for the tag babe

fucked my pinterest with memes, architecture plans for when i build in the sims and my current obsession (leon kennedy atm)

no pressure tags: @arabellasfvv @mortem-writes :)

[arabellasfvv]

Yeah basically

[arabellasfvv]

Rabbot puppyplay but it's just robby locking jack in a crate on his days off so he can't force himself to work in any way

[colourblue]

running an unpopular blog really takes a lot of energy out of me 

[dilflovingmisandrist]

so something just came across my desk... i'm not gonna say a word...

creds to @/clubhatosy on ig