organgr1l

all flesh rots

[tidesandtwilight]

I respect your defense of bisexual woman and all but I just don’t want to put my mouth somewhere I know a dick has been

Yall out here acting like these girls’ pussies be haunted by the ghosts of penises past, this ain’t a Dickmas Carol, be so fucking for real

[bemusedlybespectacled]

[carolxdanvers]

"women are tainted by their previous sexual encounters" doesn't become less openly misogynistic just because it's said by a woman btw

[heladodavellana]

What's your name?

[angelbabymikaa]

“potentially mature content” yeah that’s my pervert friend i hope it’s mature content that’s what i followed them for

[dirtygir1]

That lazy sex post is so real. Both exhausted from work, just need to be close together, maybe even Jack putting it in and you both fall asleep together with him inside you…

you guys make me laugh. but i’m on it xx talks of depression

i imagine this sort of reader would be such a bummer lol. you’re a great doctor, quick on your feet, and with how easy going the night shift is you don’t really stress yourself out. but you’re so quiet, and you’re always sulking around when you’re not with a patient(words by dr. ellis, not me).

god forbid anyone crack a joke around you, you’re quickly smiling it off before your face flips back into the long face you always have. while you love your job, and your coworkers love you as well, you’re just…odd. you’re so depressing and stoic, very quick with your remarks and even then you’re only saying two or three words. no one really minds it anymore, that’s just your personality.

you’re not bubbly and put together, your hair is askew, your eyebags are worn and heavy, you’ve got a dirty shirt underneath your scrubs, and there always seems to be a black cloud above your head. and while everyone else just leaves you be, Jack thinks you’re the easiest person ever.

he doesn’t comment on your “long face” or poke fun at you like anyone else would. he doesn’t take long with talking to you because he knows you’re easily annoyed or tired, he doesn’t smother you with unnecessary drama or whatever bets the day shift were blabbering on about when you walk in.

he lets you be. you guys don’t really speak at work, actually. you’re still a resident, and this is a teaching hospital, so he still quizzes you with patients and gives you a little “good.” “excellent work.” maybe once or twice, but that’s really it.

but you two just..work, he’s a sad old man, you’re a sad little girl, it’s easy. low maintenance. so no one really bats an eye when you guys are walking home together every night now, you parting without a word, him jogging up behind you after he has a small chat with everyone else. you liked that about him.

he’s very outgoing and kind with everyone else, all bright smiles and thumbs up. but with you, he doesn’t have to..preform. doesn’t have to seem put together, seem like the big guy on the block. he’s just Jack, the forty-something year old man you fuck.

and that’s what it is, to you at least. you’re just fucking. and it’s partially what it is to Jack too…but, he likes taking care of you. likes telling you to eat, likes brushing your teeth, doing your skin care as you sit against the toilet, likes putting your hair up at night so it doesn’t matt up. it’s sick almost, but he has someone to take care of, while also not having to worry about.

he knows depression inside and out, and while he knows you’re not the best, he knows you’re a big girl, and that if you need anything, you could reach out. but for now, you guys are content with..whatever the hell this HR violation thing you’ve got goin’ on.

like mentioned before, Jack doesn’t have to be someone he’s not with you. he’s not put together, he’s not bubbly and happy-go-lucky like what everyone thought he was. (think of Dr. Shen. he’s the good side of going to therapy consistently. Jack is..getting there.) so you’re not surprised a bit walking into his house, seeing jackets and other clothes thrown over his couch, bullshit trash and newspapers on the floor, and dishes piling up at his sink in the distance.

you don’t acknowledge it and he doesn’t comment on it either, not bothering to flick on the lights as you guys discard your things at the door silently, practically stripping down to your undershirt and garments and flopping on the couch. you don’t smell good, but he does. he’s got a familiar, old man musky cologne on, one that sticks to his scrubs an your face as you lay against his chest.

“when you went home yesterday did you shower?” he speaks, his hands running along your back lightly. he huffs a laugh after hearing a sound of disagreement from where you’re buried in his chest. “i was too tired, i went to sleep and didn’t wake up till like, thirty minutes before i had to come in for work.” you slept all day, nothing he’s surprised by.

“do i stink?” “not really, just..a little ripe. you didn’t you take your antidepressants yesterday then?” he asks, another clear sound of disagreement. “ok. you wanna shower with me?” you nod lazily as you crawl up, leaving the room first while he fishes through your work bag for your medication.

he loved this, too. being able to take a shower with you, watching you move tiredly in front of him, his own personal show basically. sometimes, like now, you’d sit on his leg while he sits in his shower chair, letting him wash you sweetly. your eyes are closed in relaxation, letting the soap and hot water run over your body.

Jack rested his cheek against yours, taking his time with you until he’s taking the shower head off rinsing you down. “i got asked out the other day.” you speak, and Jack raises his brows in surprise. he doesn’t stop you when you grab his loofa and start lathering him down, it’s your turn to take care of him.

“oh yeah? who?” “some..dude at the dunkin near the hospital. i guess its because i’m always in there, but he said i was cute an wsnted to meet me there again, which is supposed to be today.” “is he cute?” “…i guess? he would be to someone else but he’s not my type.” you lift him up to get at his neck and back. “so you’re not going?” he asks, and you laugh a little at his persistence.

“no, god no. don’t need another dude on my ass about meds. that’s what i got you for.” you give him a little kiss before handing back his loofa, he may be old, but he’s not old enough to get his ass wiped. you’re talkative with him, you’re only talkative with him, it’s..nice. weird.

no one at work would ever believe you spoke more than three words that weren’t medical terminology. but it’s not like you have to really try with Jack, it’s like talking to a diary. you can really tell him anything. when you’re done rinsing the water off him you sit back in his lap, your back against his front and your head resting in his neck.

“you did good at work today.” he comments, a hand resting on your hip as another runs up your thigh. “yeah..?” “mhm, with that spinal tap. know you were tired, but you rocked it. you always do.” he kisses at your cheeks slow, trailing down onto your jaw.

“…thanks. do…you think they think i’m weird there?” you let him drape his hands inward and closer to your heat, his fingers sliding down your folds slowly. “i think..they know you’re very quiet and reserved. i don’t think they mind it, everyone still loves you.”

he sucks at your skin, your back arching slightly at the double stimulation, feeling him circle your clit faster and faster. “you think they w-want me around?” oh, he could die happy here. in the shower, a pretty thing on his lap, reassuring ms. doesn’t care what anyone thinks, ms. don’t talk to me ever, that people still want her.

“yes baby, i think they want you around. tomorrow,” he nudges your face with is own, kissing you slowly, sensually under the water that beads against your tits, “we’ll go to breakfast with them. they asked me to ask you.” he pushes his fingers into you, getting a small moan from your pretty mouth, you hand grabbing at his wrist softly. “o-okay,” you nod, and that’s all that’s said between you.

he likes you like this, again, you’re so easy for him. easy to care for, to please. that’s all Jack ever wanted, to be needed, to have something to care for. you’re more low maintenance than a stray cat, falling so easily on his fingers, even if it doesn’t go farther than that. definitely running up all his hot water.

you brush your teeth while he fishes for a clean pair of panties you’d left over and one of his shirts, “you feelin’ ok?” he sits a glass of water and your meds on the counter, then your shirt and panties on the top of the toilet. you ignore one of those things. “yeah,” you muffle, spitting and wiping your mouth. “just tired, rents due and stuff so i’m just thinkin’.” you drop your towel and jump on your panties, he’s watching your every move.

“you could just move in with me, i’d take care of rent. i’d take care of everything.” you crack a lazy smile, pulling on his shirt, “what, so we can be dirty together? who’s gonna do the dishes?” “i just need to load the dishwasher, and pick up my clothes. boom.” he follows you into the bedroom, you step on all the clothes and shoes thrown at his floor.

“tempting, but i got it. you wouldn’t wanna clean up my messes anyway.” you crawl under the bed with him, he’s coddling you into his little spoon, snaking his arm under your head and pulling you close, your ass against his clothes cock. he lets out a low noise of relaxation, blinking hard before looking back down at you, your body, how you already look a sheep away from sleep.

“such a pretty girl,” he coos into your skin, nudging his pelvis against you as he kissed at your cheek. “smell so good, all smooth and buttery.” he rubs his hands down your ass, kneading your soft flesh before dipping his fingers lower, prodding your clad cunt. “thank you Jack,” you look back at him, sleep and curiosity in your eyes.

“m’not doin nothin, nothin’ crazy.” he shrugs, but before you can say anything else he’s slipping two thick digits in you, your ass arching against him, asking for more as you moan sleepily. “m’tired, Jack,” you warn, though he’s already locked on his need, groaning low hearing your little wet noises against his fingers.

“i know baby, me too. just wanna put it in.” he licks his lips and pulls his boxer briefs down just under his dick and balls, letting it flip out against your ass before he’s stroking himself slowly, brows furrowed in pleasure as he pulls his arm from under you to arch you further.

a low groan comes from his throat as he pushes his thick cock inside you, holding your hips down as he bottoms out, biting his lip at the sleepy noises you let out, squeezing onto him with all you could. “you’re so wet sweetheart, fuck you’re so good,” he whispers.

he’s fucking you oh so slow and soft, not an ounce of forcefulness behind him as he hold you close, your back against his chest as he hunches overtop of you. he steadies your hips as you try to fuck back against him, but you can barely move you’re so tired. “don’t gotta do anything baby, my sleep girl,” hes oh so smitten for you, hushed voice in your ear, giving you little praises as you mewl and moan under him.

“just lay down, don’t worry. i gotchu.” you hold onto his arms that hold you, your legs squeezing together as you let your eyes close, and his thrusts slow down gradually. “you stopped..?” you lift your head for his voice, though your eyes don’t open. “tired, sweetheart. imma’ keep it in.” he mumbled against you, his chin stop of your head. not a protest comes from you. ^3<

[organg1rl]

This is toooo gooddd

[leeeen-90]

people who only use conventional social media are so funny bc they’ll casually be like “can I see your tumblr??” are you Insane. this is no instagram or twitter. this is my vault of secrets

[ozarkthedog]

he's got me in the tightest chokehold, istg.

[organg1rl]

Need that🤤

[organg1rl]

Pope Cody x reader

Summary: Pope steals your panties

Content warnings: lengthy age gap (reader is in her 20s; pope is canon age), panty sniffing, creepy!pope, smut, kinda sub!pope/dom!reader (if you squint)

Author’s note: I literally read every single pope fic and there’s a surprisingly lack of pervy!pope fics soooo I’m fixing that

He shouldn’t be doing this.

He shouldn’t have broken into your apartment. And he certainly shouldn’t be pocketing her panties.

But those thoughts don’t stop Pope from reaching for the pair of plain black cotton panties laying on your bed. They’re obviously used. You probably tossed them on your bed in a rush to start your day. The thought causes his hand to fist around the soft fabric, knuckles turning white. You probably wouldn’t even noticed they were gone in the first place. You certainly wouldn't know he took them. And he definitely needed them more than you did.

At least that’s what he told himself. He already felt like an old creep for lusting over a girl almost half his age and now he was breaking into your apartment and stealing your underwear. He needed to get out of here before he stole something else, like your bra or something.

Later that night, Pope stayed in his room to hide from the noise coming from another Cody party. He hated parties, but recently they felt a little more tolerable. Maybe because he knew you and your friends would come and he could watch you. Sometimes you caught him staring at you and you would throw him smile. He never smiled back. Yet you never stopped smiling at him.

Tonight, however, he couldn’t bear to look at you. He felt the shame, heavy in his chest, at the thought of you knowing how many times he came today from just the thought of you and his nose buried in the crotch of your panties.

The door of his room opened snapping him out of this thought process. The noise of the party slipped in before the door closed again. Pope turned around, ready to snarl a get out, thinking it was one of his brothers or some idiot too high to know this room was off limit, but instead you stood there. In a little. Black. Dress.

“Hi, pope” you say, softly.

He wished you would call him Andrew instead, in that soft voice you only seemed to use on him.

He could only stare at you. You didn’t seem to mind. You never did.

“I didn’t see you at the party. You feeling ok?” you asked.

“yeah” he said gruffly, the words felt like gravel in his throat. He swallowed, noticing you staring at the bobbing of his Adams apple.

You smiled at him. You never stopped fucking smiling at him.

“Well, you seem a bit off, maybe this will make you feel better”

Your hands reach under your dress, and you pull down another set of black panties. But this time their lace.

You step closer and take his fisted left hand, opening it and dropping the tiny scrap of fabric into his hand. All he can do is stare at it. Then you say:

“These are much cuter than the ones you took”

Then you turn around and you go back to the party. Leaving pope breathing heavily, posture straight as an arrow.

Sometime later you notice pope joining the party. Same as always, not talking to anyone just staring at you. Only this time you can make out a pink flush on his neck and face.

[wesandresons]