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[imaginewhereiam]

☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆ mimi ☆ 9teen ☆ he/she ☆ intp ☆ capricorn ☆ bi demi ☆ nursing student ☆ bunny enthusiast ☆ mediocre writer ☆ ★ ✮ ★ ☆

✦. ── this is a NSFW blog! 18+ MDNI

requests: open!!!

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⤷ latest: A height, a dive, a burden J.A

✦. ── masterlists

CRIMINAL MINDS ☆

aaron hotchner

THE PITT ☆

jack abbot

michael 'robby' robinavitch

frank langdon

ANIMAL KINGDOM ☆

andrew 'pope' cody

ER ☆ john carter

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lots of love <𝟑.ᐟ

[j4ckr4bbits]

telepathically sending you the most depraved thoughts about pope rn hope u r getting them 😽

thoughts RECEIVED !!! now im thinking about pope eating you out over your bikini on the edge of the cody pool. pope licking and sucking at the fabric clinging to your cunt, trying to taste you through the chlorine

also thinking about fucking him in the moonlight in the cody yard. thank u <3

[imaginewhereiam]

lordy lord

[pinkandblueblurbs]

following your last post I have some pervert abbot ideas :,) I feel like he would definitely fixate on the fact he has an age difference with reader and would find it hot.. but he’d feel bad about finding it so hot. I can also see him being a panty stealer/sniffer (following ur last post). maybe even a peeping tom in some ways!

ooooooo

18+ MDNI

He’s obsessed with the cute little outfits you wear… sweet sundresses, overalls with patterned t-shirts, mary janes…. he loves when you put a ribbon in your hair… it just makes you look so pretty and accentuates that he has a good two decades on you (if not more).

and part of him feels like a pervert for it, but never enough for it to stop him from smoothing a hand down your half-up hair, fingertips twiddling with the ends of the ribbon holding it back. or from asking you to wear a “pretty little dress” when he offers to take you out for lunch.

and he loves the way you talk— joking with trin and javadi using slang he has never once heard and can’t even begin to understand. he loves the way you text— a barrage of 10 messages that could have been sent as one, emojis that don’t seem to quite fit the tone. he’ll point it out just so you’ll call him old and tease him to “keep up with the times” which always makes his cock twitch in his pants

sometimes when he’s really giving in to it he’ll talk about it while he’s fucking into you. driving his cock right up to your cervix with every thrust, making you moan and whine and grip the bedsheets. he’ll say all low and rough and taunting- “pretty little thing like you, takin’ this old-man dick like a pro”

and you get all bashful, turn away as your cheeks burn— but coupled with how your pussy clenches around him it only spurs him on. “don’t be embarrassed, sweetheart. y’been let down by enough guys your age. just need someone who knows how to fuck you right, dont’cha? Nothin’ wrong with that.”

[mattrnurdock]

Dr. Robby + reading glasses

[acecroft]

SHAWN HATOSY as Titus Danforth in Ready or Not 2: Here I Come (2026)

[pinkandblueblurbs]

every time bro!bf frank says smth teasing and mean an angel gets its wings it's so important to me like... i want him to steal my clothes that i laid out for my shower so I have to walk to my room in a towel :( i want him to send me pictures of us fucking when I give him attitude :((( he’s so mean I love him

18+ mdni THAT LAST BIT OOOOH MY FUCKING GOD… dare i go so far as to say he gets a video of you looking at the camera while he fucks you, all wide eyed and teary and irreverent, the long fingers of his other hand pushed past your lips and resting in the warm cavern of your mouth…from behind the camera he asks “Say that again, baby. Tell me.”

“Y’feel so good, Frankie.” You babble mindlessly. You’re staring at him like he hung the moon and the stars. Frank laughs.

“Not that, pretty girl. Tell me what you’d give me.”

“Anything.” You garble around his digits. Spit escapes the sides of your mouth n drips down your lip. “Anything you want, Frankie.”

“Fuck.” He groans out, stroking circles on your tongue with the pads of his fingers. “Such a good girl.”

and that video. that video is the one he sends you when you text him smth snarky.

F -> Baby come help me with the wifi it’s doing that weird thing again

-> what

-> no

-> figure it out yourself

F -> attachment: 1 video

F -> I feel like this falls under “anything”

your cheeks burn and your stomach does a flip as your fingers angrily tap out your response

*you disliked an attachment*

-> are you fucking blackmailing me right now?

F -> I’ll send it to the groupchat

-> okay so you are blackmailing me

-> which is a crime

F -> That’s true smart girl

F -> So are you gonna turn me in or come help me?

-> fine

-> coming

F -> There we go

[imaginewhereiam]

IM CHEWING O. MY WALLS OH M YGOD

[emziess]

Ah-Ah The Pitt, S1 & S2

[langdonwelldone]

awwww his little teeth🥹🥹🥹💓💓💓

[sebsangell]

I’m putting together a team…

[unc-peepaw]

Mugshot Peepaw 👮‍♂️

[pinkandblueblurbs]

oh my god. oh my fucking god.

[imaginewhereiam]

A height, a dive, a burden

jack abbot x reader

shifts at the pitt can be awful. jack abbot is there to try talk you off the ledge, but sometimes thats just not enough.

Warnings: major tw!!! suicidal thoughts, kind of open ended ending, but allusions to suicide, mention of child death, talks of death, depression, established relationship, brief mention of jacks leg and his wife, resident!reader

Word Count: 1.1k

Mimis Corner: first fic!! whoops this ones kinda dark. please read with caution and take care of yourself!!!

jack abbot masterlist ☆

Cool wind blows onto Jack's face as soon as he pushes open the heavy metal door leading to the roof. The early morning sun is beginning to rise, painting the sky a beautiful pink. But Jack isn't here to look at scenery. 

What he's here for is stood on the opposite side of the barrier to him, looking out at the sky, hands behind you gripping the bar as you lean forwards. He can hear your ragged breaths even from the other side of the floor, and he closes the door gently before making his way over to you. 

“Are you okay?” He knows it's a dumb question as soon as it's out his mouth, but he doesn't say anything else. 

“I just had a mother scream at me and tell me I murdered her baby. What do you think?” you gripe. You keep your body faced away from him, out at the city beyond. 

A deep breathy sigh comes from behind you as you feel a large hand settle beside where yours is on the railing. “I know, I'm sorry. Do you want to talk about it?”

It's quiet for a minute, the only sounds coming from the city below–cars, people, proof of life outside of the hospital. Jack thinks to say something else but you interrupt his thought.

“I don't know if I want to do this anymore, Jack.” you don't mean for it to come out as a whimper, but it does anyways. 

His breath hitches, making your throat constrict on itself at the sound. 

He doesn't ask you to elaborate, he knows what you're saying. He's felt the same many, many times after rough shifts. Working in the emergency department can be so rewarding and fulfilling, but it can also be extremely draining. It can be so bad you come up here and think about jumping. 

He can list more than a handful of people he knows who use this as a coping mechanism. But none of them have ever done it, and it would kill him for you to be the first. 

He refuses to lose you. He can't lose another person he loves more than anything in the world. His life almost fell apart after he lost his leg, then his wife. He doesnt think could keep going if he lost you too. 

It would destroy him. 

Rip his heart out of his body. Suck the soul out of him until he was just a bag of flesh and bone without anything left inside. 

A pager sounds, coming from Jack's scrub pocket. He doesn't pick it up, instead keeping his heavy gaze on you. 

“You should go get that,” it comes out no more than a whisper, gravely through the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks and the rocks in your throat. 

When you hear no noise of movement, you turn to face him. His eyes wet as he stares deep into your soul, trying to reach out to you through the crashing waves in your mind. He opens his mouth to speak but you interrupt him before he can get a sound out, “I'll be fine… I'll be down in a minute.” 

The look on his face cracks your heart a little more by the second, you can tell he wants to say something, make you come with him now. 

But he doesn't. 

Later he’ll wish on any god he has never believed in that he had. That he could stay, that he could talk you down, that he could be here until that look in your eyes was gone. He'll wish he had 5 more minutes with you. Five more minutes to tell you how much he loves you and that he doesn't think he can do it without you. 

But he doesn't. 

Instead he gives a short nod, reaching out to cup the side of your face, lean in and kiss your cheek. He tastes the salt of the tears that are now falling freely. He pulls away, reaching with his other hand to cup the opposite side of your face, and wipe the salty liquid off of your cheeks. 

Your bloodshot eyes look directly into his own for a full ten seconds before they break away and start taking note of his features. Like you're committing every bit of him to memory. His pretty hazel eyes, his freckles, the furrow between his brows that you reach up to smooth down. 

Then after a minute, you lean forward to give him a soft kiss on the lips, and then you pull away from him. 

Jack's hands fall to his sides as you smile up at him, it doesnt reach your eyes, but you nod towards the direction of the door. “Go.” is all you say. 

He starts to reach out to you again, not wanting to leave, but he knows he's needed downstairs. “I'll come find you in the break room when I'm done, I promise.” 

When you nod back at him with a little hum of agreement, your eyes glazing over again, as if you've already lost yourself in thought, he lifts his hand once again, tucking a stray hair that escaped your headband behind your ear. “You know it wasn't your fault. There was nothing you or anyone could have done, it was too late when he got here." 

The tone of his voice is so serious you almost burst into tears again. He needs you to know. Needs you to know that no one is at blame for what happened, especially not you. He smiles when you lean your cheek into his hand, eyes glistening as you smile back. 

It reaches your eyes now. 

Just barely. But it's there, he can see it. He's always been the one person who really sees you, and makes you feel seen. But right now it hurts.

“Go!” you let out a watery giggle at his insistence on not leaving. Even though you both know he's needed downstairs, you also know how he is. You don't want to worry him any more than you already have. You kiss the palm that is still on your cheek, murmuring a soft “I love you, Jackie.” 

And go he does. 

Dropping his hand and taking a step back towards the door, he makes sure you look into his eyes as he professes to you. “I love you too. More than anything.” 

When he's out of sight, the heavy door swinging shut behind his figure, you turn your back to it once again. Finding yourself in the same position you were before Jack interrupted your spiralling mind. 

The sky has shifted into a lavender, the sun peaking out slightly further from the horizon. Wind blows in the morning air, swaying your hair along with it. 

Closing your eyes, you tip your head back and let out a deep breath you had been holding. 

Today is a new day. 

And it's a long way down. 

a/n: i wrote this in like less than a day i got possessed by an edit on tiktok of this song to the pitt and just had thoughts. did NOT mean for this to be the first fic i post but here we are😭😭

[popepout]

pope the type to laugh at you struggling under his grip as he chokes you out w his bicep😭😭😭😭😭😭 #ineedthatsobadyoitsnotevenfuckingfunny

sick & twisted because he rarely laughs or even cracks a grin but the second you’re at his mercy, everything is funny …

content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, meanie!pope, manhandling / mentions of play fighting, breath play / choking, dirty talk, pet names.

“i wanna try something,” pope grunts above you, in the middle of working you full of his cock. you whimper at the interruption and he squeezes your waist under his heavy palms to settle you. his eyes rake down your bare frame— the arch of your hips, the way you’re laid out on your tummy and waiting for him to make any kind of move. when you peer at him over your shoulder with a pout, he speaks again.

“don’t worry, brat. i think you’ll like it.”

the last thing you’re expecting is one of his beefy arms hooked around your neck. you gasp just as he squeezes a little, eyes fluttering shut and lashes fanning over the tops of your cheeks while you go dizzy. he’s choked you before after you begged him to, but this is different. this is something he’s been thinking about. something that he’s only done a few times during some play fighting, not with actual intent.

his grip tightens. his bicep presses on your throat as his hips finally move against the fullness of your ass once again. deep thrusts that knock the sense out of your brain, all while you’re getting just enough oxygen to remain conscious so he can still hear those mewls and whimpers falling from your glossy lips. you hiccup his name out once, then twice— your hands come up from the sheets to claw at his arm with manicured nails, leaving little scratches and crescents on his freckled skin. only for him to laugh all breathy and deep over your ear.

“hey, hey— what’s wrong, sweetheart?” he grunts, kissing the side of your face as if he isn’t applying more pressure. he gives your throat another good squeeze and although you’re struggling to take in a breath, your cunt flutters around his shaft like silk, “are you puttin’ on a show for me? because your pussy never lies t’me, she’s loving this … think i can make her cum before you pass out?”

[sammy-bryant]

[sammy-bryant]

[strwbryshortcakeprincess]

Happy Father’s Day to my daddy’s love you smooches.

[imaginewhereiam]

i want to chew on him like my chew toy :(