Dipping my toe back into taking requests, since I’m on a writing kick.
Please read the stuff below before you send something to my inbox!
I’m accepting requests for the character listed below:
Animal Kingdom
Andrew “Pope” Cody
COD:MW
Johnny “Soap” MacTavish // John Price // Kyle “Gaz” Garrick // Simon “Ghost” Riley
Law & Order: Special Victims Unit
Dominick “Sonny” Carisi // Rafael Barba
The Pitt
Doctor Jack Abbot // Doctor Michael “Robby” Robinavitch
Superman 2025
Clark Kent
I accept requests for gender neutral and male readers; I can take preferences for 1st, 2nd, or 3rd person (if not specified, I default to 2nd).
I accept requests for fluff, angst, and smut. If you request smut, it’ll likely be on the shorter side, and you can specify if you’d prefer the reader to be AMAB, AFAB or neutral.
If you have any questions, feel free to ask me those too!
Hard no’s (good for you if you enjoy them but they aren’t my style)
Female readers // Non-con // Pedophilia // Bestiality // Pet play // Duplicate requests (aka requests you’ve sent to multiple fanfiction writers) // Insecurities about appearance and/or weight // Part Two to a fic (Please don’t ask me for another part to fics!!!! Y’all never interact with them anyway!!!)
It's unhinged to assume that someone's taste in fiction equates to what they believe is moral or good, or is something they want to see or experience in real life.
That is a bonkers assumption to make.
I'm tired of humoring people with long arguments about it when the simple fact is it is a totally fucking absurd reach to accuse someone who enjoys something in fiction of being in favor of it in real life.
I'm tired of pretending like this is a legitimate position to hold-- that they should be afraid of fiction's dire influence on a reader's moral decay or that it's a sign of what the author secretly wants for realsies in real life.
For A Good Night's Sleep (Jack Abbot x Reader Smut) Part 2
Series Summary: An unorthodox arrangement begins with accidentally getting a full night of uninterrupted rest at your one-night stand’s place.
Chapter Summary: Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, he walks into yours... obviously since that was where you picked Jack up last time. It was also the last time you caught some consecutive Zs. Much to consider.
AN: Thanks again @swtsn for your idea here and your feedback!
Can be read as part of a series or as a standalone
Image sources: x / x / x
Series content warning: Smut, PTSD induced nightmares, insomnia, slow burn, angst, friends with benefits to lovers (the benefit is sleep), obliviousness, awkward intimacy
Chapter content warnings: Smut MINORS DNI (handjobs, penetrative sex) Reader and genitals are kept gender neutral (if I've made a reference to one sex or the other please let me know!)
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“Last call!”
And not an inch closer to sleeping. You sank your cheek against the heel of your palm and let your eyes lose focus. The cacophony of spirits in enticing glass bottles queueing along the shelves waggled their fingers at you, mocking you with their promise of slumber.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
Oh, perfect.
You spun slowly on the stool to face your previous one-night stand. Upon the moment you lay your eyes on him, you were embraced by his cologne in the low-lit bar. His hands’ talents were wasted holding a beer bottle – non-alcoholic – the glass the same colour as his eyes. No scrubs, unlike the first time you’d seen him, Jack was wearing a form-fitting t-shirt and dark wash jeans.
You sipped your drink. Ice cubes clinked about the edges.
“My turn to pick up the tab?” You raised an eyebrow at him.
“Of course not,” Jack made himself comfortable in the barstool beside yours. “How’s that new mattress working out for you?”
“It’s not arrived yet.”
You hadn’t even ordered it.
A deep breath you intended to connote resignation at your insomnia only flooded your brain with his scent all the deeper. Your eyes fluttered shut to help you process its intoxication that was stronger than any drink this watering hole had to offer.
Keeping him in your sights, you asked as casually as you could muster, “Mind if I share yours for another night?”
Watching him buffer was as delightful as it had been the first night. It was sweet, really, this older guy who seemed so slick then tripped over his own words only to play it off quite well. Each wrinkle in his face that folded further at his self-deprecating chuckle only endeared you more to him and that was rare for a man. You kept yourself from exploring that notion further though; you only needed an orgasm or enough of a good time to pair with that mattress for a good night’s sleep.
“You wanna finish your drink first?” Jack finally mustered.
“Nah,” you pushed it away, “I’ll take my nightcap at your place.”
Though he was a gentleman for the Uber ride over, Jack’s lips latched onto yours before his front door swung closed behind you. Their softness contrasting the scrape of his whiskered jaw against yours stole your breath, pinning your lungs as flat in your chest as you were against the wall. His hand flattened against your stomach and slid beneath the edge of your underwear.
“Hardly testing the mattress out,” you gasped when his fingers curved along your sex.
“I’ll get you there,” Jack replied lowly.
Propped up against the wall and the point where his mouth met your neck, you spread your legs further as if to coax him closer against you. But you weren’t about to be undone and outdone.
“Careful,” Jack whispered, his voice catching on a pitchy moan, when you stroked him over his jeans.
You only pulled at his belt in reply, your process trembling with every cycle his dextrous hands completed on you. It was very rewarding then when you saw him hesitate to process the pleasure you brought him as you finally got your hands on him.
You didn’t bother processing the journey to his bedroom; you reserved only a little energy to chase his shift off and pull him back against you by the elastic of his underwear. Whilst you stripped down your lower half, sat up against the cushioned headboard, Jack had swiftly removed his prosthetic, the only moment of deliberateness when he had to place it safely on the floor.
The instant you were perched in his lap, his hands ran like water across your body. Squeezing and sweeping a trail of goosebumps occupied his hands with soft encouragement reaching your ears through his approving hums and incessant kisses. The hums became groans when you ground upon his lap; both of you fixed on where your body met his. Amidst your hedonism, you felt the head of his cock leaking against your hole, not quite notching inside of you despite Jack’s keening hips.
You broke away from him, his lips chasing yours when you straightened up. His disappointment was short-lived, severed when you rubbed his spill up and down his cock.
“That’s right,” he whispered, sending a yearning to press up against him throughout your body.
Restraining the urge to wedge yourself onto him, you steadied your deep breathing, feeling each rush of oxygen emphasise the longing between your legs that was only exacerbated by Jack’s calloused fingertips gifting you the same treatment you were offering him. It was the most difficulty you’d ever had trying to put a condom on. You clamped down on his wrist when his ministrations came dangerously close to your climax. Jack’s eyes darkened. Then his fingers bent at the knuckles, dextrous enough that your dissuading was rendered useless and you were rendered distracted by the all-encompassing orgasm shooting through your sex and shaking your thighs. Nails dug into Jack’s shoulders, yet he had no complaints, kissing your neck as you slumped forwards.
The release from his lungs when you sank down on him harmonised with his groan, shooting a spark up you sex - just as snug as last week. Watching his muscles of his biceps swell as he kneaded your ass, you rolled back and forth on his cock. His hooded eyes teased you between attempts at kisses.
“Yeah?” You whispered into his mouth and deliberately squeezed around him.
Sighing, Jack then chuckled breathlessly, “Yeah.”
His hips’ tilt was making it difficult to focus on him, and he bit on your bottom lip with his endearingly crooked teeth. Throwing you into overstimulation, you whined higher the closer you got to another orgasm. Jack encouraged your greed with those talented hands.
He was loudest at the end. It was like his pleasure caught him off guard when it punched out of him. Enough to send you over into another orgasm, your dopamine riddled mind attempting to save that sound for later solo activities. Like you, overstimulation was chased until Jack tapped out with his grip on your ass slowing you right down. Falling further and further down the pillows, you both were almost horizontal if not for his cock being still slotted inside of you. Foreheads smudging together, your head lolled away and into the pillow beside his. His breath rolled against your trap, softening your skin. Then you felt Jack press a kiss there – a graze between petal lips and thorned stubble.
With a lackadaisical swing of your leg, you climbed off him. You were able to stay quiet since you gave yourself warning.
“Fuck.” Jack was not so silent, losing his breath again, “Give a guy some warning.”
Ignoring the emptiness he left behind, you found your feet with an absence of grace, “Sorry. But I can’t sleep whilst sweaty.”
You also ignored that you had done just that last time you were here. You were too busy trying not to wobble over to the bathroom.
Jack’s en-suite followed the dark interior theme started in the bedroom. Navy tiles juxtaposed the steam of the water billowing out and coaxing you inside. You pinned your brow to the wall, letting the heat wash across you. Exhaustion gave way to a delirium like drunkenness. You pathetically patted away your sweat with the aid of an expensive smelling body wash before stepping out into a fluffy towel fresh off the radiator. There was a bench built into the tiled cove, but you knew, if you had sat down, you would never have gotten back up again - might even have waterboarded yourself.
You were barely out of the towel when you collapsed on the bed, “I might have to move in,”
“Oh yeah?” Jack had one arm tucked behind his head. No surprise there, his arms were thick enough to be used as a reference for those airport neck pillows. “You like my company that much?”
“More like your showerhead and your bedding. Best night of sleep I had was the last time I was here.” The small puff of air through his nose told you that he was fine with that little joke. Still, you made no attempt to confirm this with your own eyes as they sank like stones to the riverbed and you allowed yourself to be carried off in the stream to dream.
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