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⤷ Gelo ˎˊ˗ 19 ۶ৎ Brazilian ۶ৎ leo ۶ৎ pop culture enjoyer ۶ৎ bi
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Jack would be such a slut for casual daddy kink
I liveeeee for nonsexual daddydom!Jack vibes and I've always been obsessed with it so enjoy this...
You dont really know when or why things change in your relationship with Jack. Things just become... more intimate than they already were to begin with. Just more of Jack being hands on and you being... hands off. It's new territory for the both of you. Learning how to both navigate and pacify Jack's want for you to just relax a little bit. To relinquish control and let him just make the decisions for you and for you to trust him in doing so.
At first, the thought of relinquishing control of your life is a little scary. Not being in complete control was something forgein to you –scary, unknown, and for lack of better words, alienating. Like you might lose yourself completely by allowing Jack to know this inner part of you.
But Jack understands. He really does. And so he eases you into it. Asks questions, lets you lead the way and set boundaries until you're fully ready to let him take over.
It takes a while but the moment it happens will forever remain in both of your minds. So deeply intimate and raw. Fresh and completely new that you'd never forget it.
He is just so funny to you. Funny to the point where you are in genuinely crying actual tears at the shit he says. Rolling around on your floor while he watches you from the couch eyes wide in dubiety that you actually found his stupid joke about one of your favorite characters just that funny. He just thinks youre stroking his ego but that man really is just that funny.
Always makes sure youre in bed at a reasonable time too!! Telling you, "Alright, missy." And slapping the plush of your thigh playfully and not at all in a way that hurts, just startles you, "bed time." He nods towards your bedroom. "And I dont wanna hear anything about how I never let you stay up. You got your extra episode yesterday and we both saw how that turned out with you taking a 3-hour nap today."
He's also just so in tune with you and your needs!! If he sees you getting stressed over something he's immediately reminding you to take some deep breaths, rubbing a big warm hand on your back, helping to ground you as he tells you "take a deep breath fr'me. Thaaats it."
He sometimes likes to dress you too!! He'll ask you ahead of time, just to test the waters and see what you're comfy with. It starts off very minimal, picking some cute sets or just your socks. And then it kinda develops into him getting a day or two each week where he dresses you up how he wants and when you come downstairs in the outfit he chose hes just beaming at you, making you do little twirls and smiling when he sees how relaxed you are.
Jack also loves having 'daddy and me' days where he takes the day off work and you both just do whatever you want (planned or not) <33
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Clark Kent having yearly heat seasons?? Def not from my own kinks about breeding or anything-
I need ur opinion bout this, definitely for science purposes teehee
[explicit 18+ desperate heat hc’s] clark during his heats is a whole entirely different beast in bed. like. he’d normally hesitate before starting a round, kissing and teasing his lady’s neck at first to see if she initiates more to go further. when he’s in heat he establishes a safe word that means full stop and he respects it without a doubt, but if he doesn’t hear that safe word he goes hard. he’s getting his cock free no matter what time of day it is, he’s rutting it up against his lover like he’s on autopilot and wouldn’t fully be aware or conscious that he’s doing it. his body just takes over and leaves him in the backseat. when she’s not home he ruts himself against furniture, their couch pillows, blankets, slap himself up against the hard granite of the counter and making himself leak everywhere just to feel something. because his dick can’t take not having attention during these heats, it’s unbearable to feel the cool air and nothing else.
and he cums ungodly amounts too, like, splatters a mess and will keep fucking even after his nut, busting another, and another, and another. she tries to suck him good and deepthroat as much as she could to satisfy his poor aches but even after he cums she knows she barely scratched the surface of that need growing inside him. she takes a little bit of time off work to bounce on his cock for an entire afternoon, whimpering and wetting the sheets while clark is still stuck with an angry, determined furrow in his brow that showed precise focus and that he was not close to stopping. his final load is always climactic, bursts of thick white spilling everywhere he can’t control, his screams and howls unabashed while he gets sweat and cum everywhere - keeps pounding her pussy through his finish just to watch it gush out like a pool and make the nastiest sounds while he fucks it all back in.
he always stops so she gets water and food breaks but will still have to touch and rut himself up against something while she’s gone in the kitchen. and he’s already bricked up and leaking everywhere again, waiting for her. when he is so exhausted he’s knocked out with little snores leaving his throat, and she’ll ease him out of slumber with her mouth around his tip and her hands gently cradling his balls, and he’ll rush out a slurred thank you, baby and hold her hair back, assuring her it’s almost over, it’s almost done, you fucked me so good baby. I’m so grateful I have you, don’t know what I would do if I didn’t.
wash face and sanitize hands 🤪
early access till june 27, 2026 download on patreon
this mod allows your sims to wash their faces at sinks and sanitize their hands with wall dispensers or portable hand sanitizer.
base game compatible requires lot51 core library
by downloading this mod, you get three functional items. all three can be found in build mode, in the "bathroom accents" category.
wash face
- age group: teen to elder. - the interaction is available by clicking on a sink or on the facial cleanser. - the sink interaction can be used by all sims, even if they haven't bought the cleanser. - 7 swatches, not all shown in the picture.
by default, the cleanser in the animation will have a white texture. if you want a cleanser in a different color, buy it and place it in your sim's inventory.
outcome: - increases the hygiene motive; - slightly increases the energy motive; - cures acne for teens ('high school years' ep); - removes makeup applied at a vanity table; - increases responsibility for teens ('parenthood' gp); - custom buff.
autonomy: - when hygiene is low; - in the morning, from 6:00 to 10:00; - if the sim does not have the slob trait.
portable hand sanitizer
- age group: child to elder. - the interaction is available by clicking on the hand sanitizer or on the sim, if the object is in the sim's inventory. - to use it, your sim needs to buy it first. - 3 swatches.
outcome: - increases the hygiene motive, like washing hands; - custom buff.
autonomy: - when hygiene is low; - if the sim doesn't have the slob trait.
"offer hand sanitizer": if you click on the object while it is in your sim's inventory, you can offer another sim to use your sanitizer.
wall sanitizer dispenser
- age group: child to elder. - the interaction is available by clicking on the custom object. (this is a decorative item from the get to work expansion pack that i made functional) - 6 swatches (including several new textures).
outcome and autonomy are the same as for the portable hand sanitizer.
list of mods with similar features, so you have more options to choose from: mods with a "wash face" interaction: - self care mod by qmbibi; - wash face at sinks by shushu, updated by sonozakisisters. i've only seen functional hand sanitizer as part of "functional handbag" by utopya.
how it feels to accept you're fucked forever
Waiting the wave - Ipanema, Rio de Janeiro, 2023
the thing is they really do let you hit because you're goofy.
i say shit like "whuh oh!" and it makes girls want to kiss me under moonlight for some reason
shawn hatosy i wanna live in your curls ahh my silver fox
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kieran culkin as roman roy in succession's celebration (2018)
just remembered Shiv Roy :\ #bricked up
Peepaw and his controversially younger boytoy
there's just something about you, baby.
𝒥ack abbot x med student!reader.
word count. . . 2053.
summary — the heat in the pitt just wouldn’t let up. all you could think about was the condensation frosted energy drink you stashed in the fridge 8 hours ago, but when you walked into the break room, you found out about dr abbot’s dirty little secret ˚.🩺
content. . . MDNI 18+ fluff — kind of. female reader, nsfw descriptions, possibly inaccurate medical things, age gap, acknowledged power imbalance, walked in on. definitely forgot some things. proof-read at 5am.
taglist @pedaltothepetal @gelotime
Your scrubs felt tight around the shoulders, pinching around your ribs as they clung to the sweat that accumulated in beads down your body. It was a humid 80 in the PTMC on the evening of July fourth, even the AC on blast couldn’t save anyone, the ED felt crowded and the extra bodies didn't help with the heat.
You walked out of trauma one, peeling the latex from your hands, a mixture of condensation, blood and sweat dripping from them as you chucked them towards the medical waste. Your head spun trying to process the trauma you just treated, the heat that made you feel impossibly sticky, and the tiredness you could feel swimming to the surface from being 8 hours into a 12-hour shift.
All you could think about was the redbull you had stashed in the break room fridge when Robby pulled you into a trauma before you could either think about popping the tab.
You decided it was now or never. Avoiding Dana’s desk to not get called over for a quick favour, and or wrapped up into a conversation with Whittaker. Sneaking your way to the break room to grab the redbull – or stick your head into the fridge for a reprieve from the heat, either would suffice.
The door wasn’t shut, it was pulled to just enough to look it, but you didn't see anyone through the window. You didn't knock; there was seemingly no need to. You opened the door, clicking it quietly shut behind you, and instead of just darting to the fridge. You stopped when you saw the back of a man flexing into a phone camera, music softly playing in the background.
You stopped, processed the situation. Grey haired man, black scrubs, built. Your eyes darted to the table, PTMC badge laying there.
‘Oh?’ you thought.
Your head twitching to the side whilst you watched — well the show in front of you.
it was Jack. Emergency Medicine Attending Jack. Jack Abbot your superior, super human trauma surgeon Jack Abbot.
It was a strange situation, a man you looked up to for his profession, for his attitude, for his bravery, for his talent and accolades. Flexing in front of a camera for what you presumed was a TikTok.
Now you were faced with an issue. 3 options. Do you stand there like a creep watching him flex in front of the camera, next to the fridge, waiting for him to finish before grabbing your drink. Do you make your presence known, grab your red bull and make your way out of there pretending like you saw nothing, or walk out there without your drink and try to erase the images burned into your retinas.
All three options were shit. The first two making you seem like a perv, and the third leaving you without the drink you needed to survive the next four hours. You were stuck in a very sticky situation.
The options swam around your head, look like a creep and feel the heat that creeps into your lower stomach every time you see the older man. Or deprive yourself of maybe 5 seconds of ice-cold energy drink before you’re inevitably called onto another case. Both scenarios were uncomfortable to say the least. The air was starting to get sticky in the room, maybe it was just a placebo for the slight shame you for still being stood behind him, your stomach feeling hot.
He still didn't notice you, low grunts escaped him whilst the veins on his forearms popped under his skin. As he relaxed, you noticed red rings formed around his biceps from where his scrub top was just a little too tight on the arms. A sharp slap came from in front of him, the same sound that came from the trauma rooms when someone pings a latex glove on their wrists. You watched him take the stethoscope from around his neck, pulling it in front of him to presumably pretend to take his own heart rate, or the audiences? Who knows.
Your feet felt superglued to the floor, and honestly? You did not mind watching Jack show off. You, Santos and Whitaker did joke about the hottest doctors and came to a unanimous vote of Abbot over a few too many long islands. You both acknowledged that he was old enough to be your dad, but in a mix of alcohol and honesty you admitted to both of them, that you found that quite hot.
The door clicked, and the haze of biceps and anxiety turned to immediate panic. You felt frozen as you watched Dr Abbot jump, grab his phone and clicked off what you acknowledged was a Lana Del Rey song, as a very red Jack spun around. Your eyes widened as your head whipped away from Jack’s to the door, stepping to the side to not get hit by the wood frame.
“Oh! Uh, Sorry.” Whitaker said seeing both your red faces, averting his gaze straight to the floor quickly turning straight back around and out the door again, almost slamming it shut with a loud thud.
“Shit.” Jack muttered. Picking up his badge.
The senior doctor stared you down. His face red as sweat dripped down his neck and collarbones, you could see the cogs turning in his mind. The silence was thick - and hot but that may have been unrelated to the scene in front of you. You felt your cheeks heating up, you were so screwed.
“How long have you-” He started, his tone low, nervous.
You cut him off quickly, your voice maybe a little too high.
“Saw nothing. I saw nothing.”
“Kid, just tell me how-”. He started again, voice stern. The same no-nonsense tone he used on students. His hand wiping the sweat off his brow as leaned back on the counter.
That nickname and his tone made you shut your excuses up quick. The fact you couldn't make eye contact was telling him a lot.
Now you had a decision to make. Admit to his face that you just watched him flex for the camera for the last 5 minutes and hope he doesn't think you’re some sort of pervert for the rest of your life at the PTMC or double down on you seeing absolutely nothing and resign immediately.
You looked at him dead in the eye and chose the third option before even processing what that would be and word vomited,
“Our secret?”.
He looked at you momentarily like you had 3 heads, cocking his own to the side whilst peeling off the latex gloves he had on. It was oddly erotic in your fucked up mind. You didn't dare breathe or look away. Just awkwardly awaited his answer. “Our. . . secret?” he repeated, dragging the end out, questioning what that meant.
“I won't tell, if you won’t. And we never speak of this again. Deal?” you spat out.
You hardly knew what you were saying at this point, just hoping to talk your way out of this one.
“Deal.”
Your eyes widened again, surprised he didn't just lecture you, or interrogate you on why you were watching him. You quickly fixed your face, awkwardly nodding before darting past him to the fridge, grabbing your energy drink and hauling ass straight out of there with a salute.
You made your way to your desk, sitting yourself straight down. Face still ridiculously red as you attempted to throw yourself into charting to remove the gun show from your memory. You looked around, unfortunately meeting eyes with Santos, who you felt watching you as you practically ran from the break room.
“What. Trin. What?” you sighed.
“Why’re you so red?” she asked back.
“It’s like a million degrees in here.” you lied through your teeth.
“You sure?” She leaned onto the counter in front of her, with a sick smirk gracing her face. “Because you just ran out the break room, and Abbot’s just walked out of there.”
She raised her eyebrows like she knew what she was talking about. She had no idea what just actually happened. That was Santos, though. Always right.
“I went to get my drink.” You held the can up like it was proof of whatever just happened behind the closed door. “That’s all.”
“Uh Huh.” she replied, eyebrows raised, nodding along.
“This isn’t Grey’s Anatomy. Get your head out of the gutter.” You half-laughed, wiping the sweat from your forehead.
The rest of your shift (avoiding Abbot) went surprisingly well. You got pulled onto two more complicated trauma’s before charting for the rest of the shift and helping McKay in the ER occasionally – easy things. Mostly alcohol overconsumptions or minor injuries from the fireworks. The routine slightly comforted you. McKay kept asking if you were okay, if you slept, if there was anything on your mind and you lied straight through your teeth because how could you tell her.
‘Yeah, I do have something on my mind. Dr Abbot’s biceps. The way he grunts when he flexes. The fact I was right about how he purposefully wears scrubs tops that are too small and when he flexes red rings form around his upper arms. The fact I find the power imbalance hot and I'm a total freak.”
You didn't want to sound like some obsessive teenage girl with a crush on a man with significant authority over you. So, you just ‘oh no, I'm fine’-ed your way out of it. Which probably left McKay questioning if you need a psych hold or not.
Your eyes felt heavy as 5AM rolled around, you were just happy to finally get out of there. The air outside was still sticky, but so much cooler than the packed PTMC. You leaned onto the brick wall just outside of the sliding doors, rewarding yourself with a cigarette. You feel the nicotine wash over you and you finally feel your shoulders relax, exhaling thick curls of smoke.
You took this time to really think about the absurdity that occurred today, you knew you couldn't avoid him forever, it would be awkward, your brain would fry every time you saw him for a while, but ultimately you knew where your heart was. You knew the PTMC would be your best bet at becoming a trauma surgeon, you wanted it so bad. You also knew that Jack would be a brilliant mentor, you had to get over this stupid crush.
You had to be back in the ER at midday, most of the night shift promised that they would help with The Fourth of July backlog dayshift would be dealing with. So, you stubbed your cigarette out on the beige bricks and made your way to the car.
11AM came too quickly for your liking, your calves ached, your hands shook – a mix of anxiety and tiredness. You tossed and turned trying to sleep, Jack in your mind before the exhaustion took over. Today would be interesting to say the absolute least.
It felt like it had been two seconds since you left, you greeted everyone like normal and went to sit at the same desk you’d been sat at for most of your time at the PTMC. You attempted to wipe the strain from your eyes, hopefully finishing up your charting before you threw yourself into a case. You sat and noticed there was a four pack of Redbull, just sitting there. Your name was scrawled on one of the cans, a note folded and tucked under the pack, you unrolled it.
‘Our little secret ;)' written in what clearly was Jack’s handwriting. You couldn’t tell if this was just one big sick joke. Was he flirting?
You felt your face heat, stuffing the note immediately into the pocket of your scrubs scanning the room for him.
You found his eyes immediately. He saw your face, eyes wide like a fawn and his lips morphed into a sick smirk. He sent you a wink, and your stomach dropped. You nodded back, as your cheeks flushed harder before adjusting yourself in your seat, rubbing your forehead out of minor frustration or embarrassment. You couldn’t tell what it was, a mixture of the heat pooling your stomach, your cheeks heating up and the mixture of feelings swirling inside of you.
“What was that about?” Santos called from across the desk, a shit eating grin on her face.
“Huh? Oh. . . nothing important.” you replied with haste, fixing your face.
“C’mon!” Trinity whined, “Thers clearly something going on with you and Abbot.”
“I told you yesterday Trin, nothing is going on.” your tone was stern, but you knew she would never drop it.
“Uh Huh, sure.” She raised her eyebrows, nodding at you like she didn’t believe you for a second.
This was going to be a long shift.
authors notes — hi hello hiii, i hope you enjoyed! i am so so glad i finally wrote for jack && the pitt. a big thankyou to mika ( @pittsick ) for encouraging me to write this silly plot based on a post i put up. i am so happy i did! more pitt fic’s will come in the future as i have a lot of pairings for med student!reader 🩻 𓏲 ๋࣭ ࣪ ˖
Hi mutt! I adored the tom x puppy!reader you wrote and i was wondering do you have any headcanons for Kendall x puppy!reader? Thank you so much 💕☺️
yesyesyesyesyes!!! i’m so happy to get the kendall community finally coming here since i haven’t really had a lot of kendall fans/kendallgrrrls in my inbox and therefore haven’t really had the chance to give him much love lol….i got a little freakier on this one but if anyone wants more sfw-focused ones lmk!
𐂯 whereas tom is a dog lover in general, i don’t think kendall is the doggiest of guys. he’s not one to immediately coo when you just do something cute — he expects actual training. he still loves you, pets you, plays with you, but he’s a bit more upper-echelon about behavior and your treatment. and honestly, a bit more unashamed of you. a little more nonchalant about the whole situation.
𐂯 he trains you with some simple stuff — coming when he makes a little noise, a whistle or click, and bending over whenever he says, kneeling on command. it becomes a party trick sometimes. you make him proud, you’re sort of a show of strength and power for him. you obey him willingly. doesn’t that sort of mean something?
𐂯 and ughhhgghh, when ken’s using again, i think he’d love to get his puppy involved. making you stick your tits out or buying you a cute push-up bra (maybe paw print — wouldn’t that be so cute!) so he can line some coke up on your cleavage and snort it off. it’s okay, you’re a good puppy, you’ll get your treat. he’d take his belt off lazily and tug his pants down for you to go ahead and take what you earned.
𐂯 while tom coos softly and sweetly when trying to get his puppy to speak — usually with the pup’s face on his inner thigh with pouty lips and puppy dog eyes, being denied a treat — kendall is not so sugar-coated. ken is soft on you, sure, but not in any way that a puppy would think is rolling over or showing weakness. he’s soft in subtle ways, like the fact that you’ll never be without toys or treats, but he also has you under lock and fucking key. you’re an extension of him, and he doesn’t keep you — or any of this — private.
𐂯 kendall is obsessed with obedience. he makes every “good girl” a real reward that you worked for. like ken having people over — lawyers, people drafting documents for him, doing stuff he probably should be overseeing — and giving you a command, seeing if you’ll obey. something private and sensitive that you’d be confused about, like him just quickly saying, “Present,” just to see if you’ll bend over the couch how he usually makes you.
𐂯 if you don’t obey, don’t worry. he’s not too much of a restrictive owner. he may not let you cum for a few days — up to a week — but if you’re good, you can still sleep in his bed at night. and hey, if he really wants to show you off, he may even let you have a little treat despite not obeying; just not the treat you were hoping for.
𐂯 “Lay,” he’ll say, knowing you’ll at least obey that — and you do, quickly laying down on your belly where you were once sitting on the sofa beside him. “What’s that? Come on, nuzzle, show me you’re happy,” he’ll sound like an excited pet owner but he’s just making you rub your cheek against his bulge, getting him hard in public despite being in the comfort of his own home, chastising you if you nudge too hard and seem demanding, or nuzzle too soft and seem hesitant.
𐂯 oh, and just real quick — kendall definitely likes using “speak” when you’re fucking. and fuck, when he’s in one of his moods, i can definitely see him getting frustrated because you’re moaning, not barking, and yanking you by your collar to remind you, “That’s not how dogs speak.”
