dumpster fire coordinator 🔥

I'm in love with fictional men, get over it 18+ 🩷💜💙 ya'll means all 🌈

[beastofburdenxo]

✨️Welcome to the shit show✨️

✨️Call me miss

✨️Older men are top tier (cillian murphy, Norman reedus, Jensen Ackles, walton goggins, timothy olyphant)

✨️I write for Tommy Shelby, Emmett, and cooper howard/the ghoul

✨️Occasionally nsfw 🔞

✨️Occasionally queer, you've been warned

✨️this is considered a big girl blog, so no children

✨️I'm officially 30

[soapsmoviesfootballfan]

[ickology]

18+ ⫶ SQUIRT LESSONS 101 ℘ requested jack abbot proves your ‘incapability’ of squirting wrong.

the moment you mention the fact of never being able to squirt to jack, he’s a bit surprised. his lips parting to utter a response, but it falls silent as he raises a hand to caress the stubble on his jawline.

“never?” he repeats, not wanting to believe the words that just came out of your mouth because there’s just no way that’s true. “never.” you say after him, averting your eyes as you feel heat trickle down your body.

“no guy has ever been able to make me squirt, and… i haven’t been able to make myself either.” the lump on your throat thickens, and you can feel the embarrassment kicking in. “and google says tha—”

“google?” abbot cuts your sentence short with a disapproving laugh, it almost sounds sarcastic. “c’mon, kid that’s your source? half the stuff on google’s written by a bun’cha people who don’t know squat of what they’re talking about.” he rises from his chair, throwing his chin back to ensure the faculty-lounge door is closed before making his way over towards you.

and you of all people should know better than to trust what a website such as google says — you’re a doctor in practice, you have the source right within the building you’re standing in.

you feel the distance between you and abbot close as he presses his chest against your shoulder, ducking down near your ear whispering. “seems like you don’t know your own body anymore than those boys do.” he leans forward to get a read on your expression, and you’re there standing still like an embarrassed pup that doesn’t know what to do which makes him smile.

“no need to feel embarrassed.” he reassures, throwing a hand on top of your head, “let me give you hand, help you learn the difference between incapability and never having learned.”

and that’s how you found yourself breaking your own code of ethics. splayed out on jack abbot’s mattress, hugging a pillow against your chest as his tongue worked at your pussy.

he’s on his stomach, his arms hooked underneath your thighs to pull you closer on his mouth. “j—jack …” a moan falls from your lips, the way his tongue glides through your folds. how he angles the tip of his tongue to flex the muscle just before he meets your clit to flick at it.

“focus on the feeling, you gotta relax.” he murmurs, pulling off for just a mili-second before latching back onto the sensitive nub. flattening his tongue as his rocks his mouth against you, he’s hallowing his cheeks causing you to grab at his the roots of his hair in attempt to tug him off.

though he’s swatting your hand away, digging his face deeper — in between your thighs with a low, drawn out groan as your toes curl at the anticipating increase of pleasure making your core tighten.

“oh m— i’m gonna cum, jack- i’m gonna—“

he’s pulling his lips away from your pussy with a wet pop, soaked and glistening by his saliva mixed with your slick — as the tightness in your tummy slowly loosens. “that was damn, close.” jack breathes, wiping his mouth off with the backside of his hand before propping himself up in a position comfortable for his right amputee.

he reaches out, hands wrapping around your hips to drag you towards him. you don’t even resist, not when your own pleasure was stripped from you — you needed anything that could bring back that euphoric feeling.

your hips grind upwards, grinding against nothing but atoms. “see, that’s it— now you know what your body’s wantin’.” his slides a hand from your hips to below your navel, before slowly dragging the pads of his rough fingers down near the mound of your pussy.

carefully grazing over swollen pearl as you whine to the almost there sensation. jack watches the way your body reacts to his touch — pressing his index and middle finger into your slick folds, soaking his fingers in your mess. “‘s a good sign. you’re fuckin’ drenched, sweetheart .” he groans, dragging his digits further down to meet your entrance.

you claw your nails into the pillow your clutching as the tips of his fingers prod at your hole. he’s teasing, intoxicated by the way your hips are still rolling against his hand while you let out little moans as he gently presses his thick fingers inside you.

“m—mngh fuck, jack…” you sighs, tilting your chin up to the ceiling, “yeah? that feels good doesn’t it, kid?” he cooed, flicking his eyes up to trace your expression only to be met with one of his pillows before he’s tugging it away from your chest. “there we goo.” he sings, glossing over sweets features with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, making him click his tongue.

“uh-uh, it feels better when you let it out.” he shakes his head, stuffing your hole with his fingers until he’s knuckles deep — angling his fingers in an upward direction that rips a moan from your throat as he curls his digits inside of you.

and the action shoots right through the nerves within your sensitive bud. “i can f—feel it in my clit.” you stammer, brows furrowed as indescribable pressure builds against your badder and swells your nub. “mhmm, that’s right.” he hums, pressing the pads of fingers deeper against that spongy wall inside of you, as your toes curl.

“the g-spot, you’re jackpot, baby.” he rasps with a lopsided grin — shifting his position to lie down on his side, right besides you as his nose presses into the side of your cheek. “the more pressure you add…” he murmurs as his breath warms your skin, pressing with cruel precision that makes the place between your legs run warm.

“j— jack.” you mewl, eyes shut tight with a hand reach at his. “the more you get that peeing feeling.” he demonstrates, feeling your soft walls close in around his fingers.

you can feel the way your bladder fills with each nudge of his movements — like he’s milking the sensation out of you. as if he’s adding fuel to the sensitive nerves bundle inside you as your clit twitches to the repetitive motion.

“and if i press my thumb righttt against this pretty fuckin’ clit.” he groans, darting his thumb upward before pressing the pad flush against your clit. “nnnnmg-my god!” you gasp, back arching off the mattress while squeezing your thighs around his hand.

his fingers and thumb stimulating both pleasurable points at once has your mind blanking. eyes rolling to the back of your skull as you’re choking on a plethora of moans.

“‘m gonna cum— m’gonna cum, i’m—” you can feel a surge of warmth flood your nerves as you slur your words. “theree you go, melt into that feeling for me.” he groans, as your walls choke around his digits stuffing your pussy full with his thumb working circles against your overstimulated clit.

you feel your tummy tighten, vision flash white as the sensation completely overrides your body. “cummmingg!” you inhale breathlessly, holding your breath as your clit throbs with a dangerous amount of pleasure before you’re gushing everywhere.

“atta girl.” jack whistles with satisfaction — and you can’t even respond, still too busy making a mess all over yourself and jack’s arm. you’re body’s tenses against his chest as he continues milking you dry, letting you ride the feeling out while pressing his mouth against your ear. “gotta few more things ‘m sure your body’s never done.” he murmurs.

[j4ckr4bbits]

perv!dbf!jack abbot x fem!reader.

18+. content warnings: use of 'uncle jack', daddy kink, dubcon: coercion(?)

your dad's best friend jack abbot invites you and your father to his lake house every summer. one evening, your dad is up in his room working, so you and jack are alone in the living room watching a movie. somehow, he's managed to convince you that his lap is more comfortable than the couch.

jack doesn't know how much more of these nights he can handle without giving in completely. he's holding back, for your sake, but he wants more. he has to know.

"baby, how are we feeling about being a good girl and lettin' me take you to bed tonight, huh? you want that, honey?"

you blink at him, eyes blurry. "what?"

he smiles at your hazy, bleary expression. he knew all the right buttons to hit, and it always got your brain all fuzzy. he loved it, especially now as you sat in his lap, his hands all over you. he had you right where he wanted you.

he pulls back for a second, his hand slides up to cup your face, thumb tracing your lower lip. "come to the bedroom with me," he coaxes, his voice deep and quiet.

"a-and do what?" you stutter.

he smirks, his breath warm against your ear as he leans in close. "lie with me," he murmurs, voice rough with want. his hand tightens on your thigh, pulling you just a little closer. "let me touch you everywhere… taste you... make you take my cock..." one fingertip traces your collarbone as he whispers, "tell me you want it too, little girl."

you gasp, your head falling back against his shoulder. "uncle jack..."

he grins, feeling the effect his words have on you. he knows he's playing with fire, but he can't help it. "just say yes, honeygirl. give yourself to me for the night. let me take care of you."

"you want me to describe all the filthy, naughty things i wanna do to you? is that what you want to hear, baby?" he whispers, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear. "because i've been thinking about 'em. a lot," he continues, his fingers slipping under the hem of your tank top to trace your spine. his breathing is getting heavier now, his mind consumed with the thoughts of what he wants to do to you.

"it's all i think about, baby girl, when i'm lying in that cold, lonely bed in my room… i want to know what those moans of yours would sound like. do you wanna know what i'd do to you, sweetheart? hmm?"

he lets out a low, rough chuckle that rumbles through his chest and into yours. "every damn night," he murmurs, "i lie there thinkin’ about how you’d feel beneath me. how tight you’d be when i finally sink inside your pussy… how your breath would hitch when i take your nipple in my mouth just right. i wanna make you tremble before I even touch your pretty little clit."

his lips brush your neck, as he mutters: "then I’d make you come on my tongue… again and again… until you’re so soft and dazed all you can do is whisper my name."

he shifts slightly, letting the hard length of his cock press into your thigh. "and when you're ready— when those pretty legs are quivering and beggin’ for it— i’ll slide deep inside and show you how much uncle jack wants his perfect girl."

you whine, shaking your head. "f-fuck... we can't..."

he chuckles, it's getting harder and harder to hold himself back, your soft skin is driving him crazy. "why not, baby? we're two consenting adults, aren't we? just think about it: every night this summer, just you and me, stealing moments like this… come on, baby. you don't want that pounding?"

you gasp, your back arching into his touch. "i... i..."

he feels you writhe in his arms, and he grins, his lips pressing against your shoulder. he wants you to snap, to give into what he knows you both want. "what's goin' on in that mind of yours, angel?" he purrs against your skin, his hand moving lower, tracing the curve of your hip. "you're so close to giving in. just say yes. say you want me, baby. just be a good girl and say yes."

you melt, your eyes slipping shut as his lips drag across your skin. "i'm a good girl..." you whisper obediently.

"my good girl," he murmurs as he nips gently at your neck, his hand sliding even lower, slipping under the elastic of your shorts. "you know what my good girl gets, baby?" his hand disappears under your panties. "what you get for being so sweet and good?" his fingers glide slowly through your curls, teasing, making you shiver. "you get every single thing you’ve ever wanted from me. touches… kisses… my cock deep inside that tight little pussy."

he finds that soft, sweet spot between your legs, his fingertips tracing light, teasing circles. "whatever my good girl wants, she can have— and what she wants is to be touched," he whispers, as his fingers reach your swollen clit, "right here…"

"ahh..." you whimper, your thighs slipping shut around his hand.

he chuckles again, his lips brushing your ear. "oh, i know how desperate you are, baby. you need it so bad. that ache won't go away unless i make you feel good, huh?"

his fingers slide further down, teasing you even more. "i wanna touch you so much more, angel. wanna feel you around me, your hands all over me, your pretty sounds filling my head. i want to take you to bed tonight, baby girl. do you want me?"

he loves the way you're rocking against him, so soft and sweet. he knows you're just on the edge, and all it's gonna take is a little more from him to push you over.

he leans in closer, his lips grazing your ear. "i can make you feel so good, baby. i can make you whimper and gasp and cry my name. wanna come for me, angel? wanna be my beautiful, naughty girl and let me play with you all night long? i wanna hear it, now. i wanna hear you say 'yes, take me to bed, daddy'."

"ye— mmmfgh—" you interrupt yourself with a squeal, thighs squeezing around his hand again as you reach your peak, slick pooling out of your cunt and into his palm.

he smiles at your reaction, and gives you a moment, his hand still pressed against you while he whispers in your ear. "there you go, that's a good girl. you're so pretty when you come. did that feel good, baby?" he kisses your cheek. "are you still wanting me, angel? still saying 'yes, daddy?'"

you pant, looking up at him with wide, awe-stricken eyes. "i... what?" you murmur.

he can't help but smile at the dazed expression on your face, like you're drunk on the pleasure he's given you. he leans in closer, his hand still between your legs, and nips at your neck softly. "i asked if you're still all mine for tonight, little one," he repeats, voice low and rough. "you're gonna come back to my room with me, right? let me take you to bed and make you feel good, angel. all night long."

[coopyhoward]

this looks like one of those jcpenney couple portraits

[thirstori]

Older man Shawn Hatosy who only knows how to take selfies like this and he’s been doing it for years

[genderqueerpositivity]

Minnesota’s Giant Rainbow and Leather Pride Flags

June 28, 1998. Both flags measured approximately 50 feet wide and 75 feet long.

[ryuutchi]

Friendly reminder that the leather flag predates almost every other flag. We owe this community to leather daddies and kinksters

[nightmarechamillian]

In the era of corporate sanitization never forget it was leather daddies and S&M folks who protected some of the earliest pride parades.

[floralprintedvoid]

POV I had a long, hard day at work and you're about to make it so much better

[mollswalls11]

And for the lady, perhaps some ghoulcy

[tender-somethings]

Nicole Farhi

[softwaring]

bi pride flag, made using my own photography <3

[theartofmadeline]

happy pride to the gay people in my computer <3

[soapsmoviesfootballfan]

[auguryintheether]

🎶🎵 Daddy's home, home for me // And I know you've been waiting for this lovin' all day 🎵🎶

[coopyhoward]

walton with the deathclaw puppets 👀 (via IG)

[drpepperwhoree]

remember that pride is still a protest

[vaultkniqht]

Lucy seeing Cooper for the first time since she knocked him out a window be like