I just want to put out some more details about my blog here, especially if youâre wondering about what i write for and about.
I write for cod, rdr, frankenstein, and more, but thatâs the main ones. I write a lot of unconventional scenariosâat least, I want toâso that includes horror-like scenarios (dead dove, do not eat). None of that is to be taken literally. These are fictional characters, and I use these themes and plots to explore the characters more in depth.
I also wanna preface by saying that all of what I write is x reader, but I do have some biases. Because of this, in my head while writing, reader is chubby with curly hair and AFAB, and an American raised in Appalachia, so please be aware while reading. These biases can fluctuate
I do take requests! Feel free to send some, or to just DM if you wanna talk :)
He got it cold stone sober too. Probably has had it for years. Takes it out for work and wears it the rest of the time. Pushes you down and makes you think for a second that he wants you to suck him off only to make you lick and suck on the piercing until heâs ready for your mouth on his cock. Likely tries to peer pressure you into getting one yourself at some point because heâs weird and wants to know what it would be like to do the same to you.
He also has nipple rings, but he got them on a drunk dare from Gaz. He tells you they they feel so good bonnie, here, twist, see how I- and making the most pornographic sounds youâve ever heard. He insists they werenât that bad, that ye need a pretty pair too, cute little matching coupleâs outfit, huh? He thinks about pinning you down and kissing you and hearing your piercings against his and all but comes in his pants
the face Pope gives you after you ask him to finger him open while sucking his balls and stroking his cock so you can watch him cum all over himself as he holds up his leg:
hi hi. just want to say i love your drabbles and everything đŤś
but, uh⌠i hope this isnât too weird or freaky to say but i love the idea of fat!pope cody; it just makes me feel some type of way, i canât explain it. like, i desperately need him đ need something written for him, ughhh (no pressure and you absolutely donât have to!) đĽş
I LOVE FAT POPE and thank you so much!! hereâs something i wrote more private ab him! ->
fat Pope who could just pick u up and fuck u on himself. like from under your ass, u don't even have to do much but keep your hands steady on his shoulders, occasionally grabbing his chubby biceps that bulge up ever so slightly. letting him bounce you on his cock, essentially using you like a fleshlight.
âgod baby, feel so fucking good. love using you like this, know that? my pretty little doll..â heâs got his glasses over his sweaty curls, mouth agape and chubby cheeks reddening.
and when his triceps get tired, hell wrap his arms around your body (yes and your arms) and just shove you down while he fucks into you from underneath. simple. the former feels amazing, but the switch in position makes you both go crazy every time :3
I feel like Pope Cody trying to drop hints that he liked you would be like a bird trying to court another. Mainly in the way he would throw shiny stuff at you.
Heâd get interested in only robbing high end jewelry stores, and if any of his family asked, he would simply say they were the most reliable in getting money out of.
The day after a heist, youâd wake up to the tings of a 24k gold ring being batted across your floors by your cat, just to find enough jewelry to pay for someoneâs mortgage on your coffee table. Tiffany, Swarvoski, Cartier, Van Cleef, all in a pile. It had to be intentionalâall the necklaces, bracelets, and anklets were clasped to ensure they didnât tangle. You probably would have no idea who it is.
And when you confide in Andrew Cody, a acquaintance in your life, he just shrugs his shoulders and points out how a lot of the jewelry has your birthstone.
I LOST AN EDIT I SAW ON TIK TOK OF NURSE DANA TO THE SONG ILL BELIEVE IN ANYTHING BY WOLF PARADE AND IT HAS DR ROBBY TALKING IN THE BEGINNING PLS HELP ME FIND IT đ
I love how "Sinners" didn't villify the sinners in the movie. Sammie's father told him that playing music for "drunkards and philanderers who abandon their family responbilities to sweat all over each other" was a sin. And he was right about the kind of people going to the juke joint: Delta Slim is an alcoholic, and Pearline a cheater. It would have been easy to villify them, but the movie tells us that despite their flaws, they are humans worthy of love, respect and freedom.
Delta Slim drinks because he's traumatized by the horrors Black people of his time face. And he's kind and compassionate, encouraging and reassuring Sammie, and sacrificing himself to save everyone else.
Pearline literally saved Sammie's life and sacrificed herself to protect him, a boy she had only known for a day. It shows her kindness because she could have easily stayed back when Remmick tried to bite Sammy and not endangered her life more than necessary.
The movie shows us that preachers blindly condemning those sinners are wrong: Sammie is only alive because drunkards, philanderers and gangsters (Smoke) gave their lives to protect him. They are people, with flaws and qualities.
I love how nuanced the movie is: Sammie's father is not wrong about the kind of people Sammie wants to associate with and their potential bad influence, but he's wrong about them being evil and not deserving of respect.
There is something to say about how people bitch and moan and say they have no culture because theyâre American, but then will turn around and wish death to rural areas and call them backwards and behind.
thinking about jack making reader squirt for the first time cause ex!robby never made them do thatđ¤
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Ëâ⎠JACK and ROBBY'S EX!READER are fucking... and jack has this trick that can make you temporarily forget that robby ever existed. warnings include language, jack pov, attending!reader, fingering, squirting, bodily fluids
"baby, you keep squirming like that, 'n i can't help you."
you're trembling so hard that your teeth might be chattering, hanging onto jack's thighs with your back to his chest. both of you against the headboard, the man's got his grip all over and inside you. one hand, his palm, is pressing warm below under your belly button. the other has two fingers pumping inside your hole, making sure to curl right into the spot he's been massaging long enough to have you sweating and slurring your words.
"âŚf-uh-ck you," is all you breathe back, and jack kisses the side of your head before pressing his cheek into the same spot with a silent laugh.
"would," jack croaks, bending his arm to stuff his fingers a little deeper. just because he can. "but 'm kinda in the middle'a something, if you haven't noticed."
a strangled noise cracks out of your throat, and jack hums as to say, yep, right. exactly.
"see, i got this sweet thing wrapped up nice here, who claimed i couldn't make them squirt like a fountain, and yetâŚ" jack trails off to a concentrated, lip-bitten pause at the feeling of a familiar clench around his fingers. grunting, he pumps away until a pretty splash gushes from between your quaking thighs. "here you are. my fuckin' fountain."
jack keeps moving, squelching his hand from you just so swipe flat fingers across your clit to keep you flooding his sheets. even though his lips find your ear to rasp you through, jack can't really talk. too busy watching the way your skin shines and stomach flipping at how you're grabbing at him and begging for something only he's been able to give you.
"i know, baby⌠i know."
jack helps you loop your arm around his neck as another anchor, patting your belly while you try to breathe between shakes.
There is just something about girl with shortish hairâlike a bobâwith like very messy hair and big fat chunky glasses that makes me wanna just like do things to her. Like. Idk. Like a very nerdy one tooâŚ
I am a girl with short hair and chunky glasses but I fear I will never be like other girls with short hair and chunky glasses đ
Just Phillip whoâs been mouthing off to you all day, even as youâre trying to ride the attitude outta him.
âCâmon, girl,â he grunts, gripping your hips with a bruising hold, fingers digging into supple flesh. Your lips purse, but you donât stop him, because you have hope heâll knock it off soon. The biggest problem? Heâs fighting off his own orgasm to make this go on longer, like a bad lilâ dog fighting off sleep, barking because it canât sleep even though theyâre keeping themselves upâŚ
You grind your hips down on to his pelvis harder, hoping to sedate him. Instead, he suddenly grabs your arm to keep you in place, while simultaneously groping your ass like he was a virgin, bouncing you up and down along his dick himself, while also thrusting messily. It was just bad, and he knew it was, he was just being an ass.
âYeah, take it you fucking trampââ heâs only able mumble the beginning of a slew of obscenities before you pop him in the mouth with a quick flick of your hand, and thatâs what does it. He moans like a bitch as he comes, blood dripping down his chin from his lip catching on your rings. Hell, you mightâve chipped his tooth.
But the pain and pleasure felt so good, all of it feeling like fireworks inside him.
Afterwards, he drops his forehead against your shoulder with a mumbled sorry. But, before he can even get out of the aftershocks, youâre yanking his head back up by his hair, and holding your vibrator to his tip, since he just had to have it.
