[pittinmystomach]

my name is vee, 20, from the land down under

i am chronically online

i like:

- the pitt

- music/vinyl collecting/concerts

- pop culture and all the pop girlies

- chris evans, pedro pascal, role model, ididathing (and boy boy)

things ive written

jack abbot

free ride - smut

michael robinavitch

nsfw alphabet - smut

[pittinmystomach]

Re: your question on red flags

If they mention, even in passing but if they utter any of these words about how you’re “too good” for them or how you “deserve better”, it’s a red flag. For me at least.

The pattern I saw for myself was that the guys were aware of their shortcomings, faults, or whatever— and don’t do anything about it. In life or in relationships. They are holding themselves back in life and choose to just mope around about it and rope you in because misery loves company.

yes absolutely agree. relationships should have two people who are equally great. they’ll just use that as an excuse to not try, not be good enough and not put any effort into the relationship. and to add onto this if they say that you’ll be the one to break up with them. like what are you gonna do that’s so terrible that i’ll break up with you??

[pittinmystomach]

not at all related to anything but what are your niche dating red flags. submit them anonymously to me :)))

for entertainment and to save me on my dating quest plzzzz

[jackabbotsfakeleg]

Jack Abbot isn’t that nice. Sure, he’s a fantastic doctor, cares about his patients and the wellbeing of his coworkers, but he’s not that fucking nice. Not when he’s reminding you to be a good girl as he pushes you down on your knees, hand grasping your ponytail to hold you in place so you can’t back out of taking him fully in your mouth, whispering, “all of it,” through gritted teeth. Not when he’s on the roof, blowing smoke into your mouth, with the promise it’s just one cigarette, one hand on the back of your neck, the taste of Marlboro on his tongue. Not when he’s got his fingers gripped hard around your throat with his head is between your thighs, reminding you to be quiet, squeezing harder with ever lap of his tongue against your cunt and every choked-out moan that comes out of your mouth. Not when he’s teasing you and refusing to let you come because now he’s late for work and you just had to be wearing that fucking dress. He makes you wait until he gets home, and even then, refuses to let you come until you tell him just how good he fucks you and just how sorry you are.

[pittinmystomach]

being single after 1 year and a half and the relationship ending so abruptly is like a crazy feeling. like i’m better off but now what???

[pittinmystomach]

the hot guy “old” shawn

[pxpecxdy]

begging you to elaborate more on pope being kinky but not knowing it and his first real good blowjob

Hate to say it but that man is clueless when it comes to sex. Like he knows how to fuck and what he likes and shit but besides the basic stuff he's got no idea. His idea of kinks is the real fucked up stuff that's so far out there like cake sitting, so he doesn't think of himself as kinky. He doesn't think that wanting to knock a girl up is kink. Nor does he realize that the power play could be considered kink. Pope doesn't realize that wanting to watch her pleasure herself is kinky. He isn't kinky because he's not into gimp suits because in his mind there is only the extremes when it comes to kink.

As for his first real blowjob? I like to think him and reader have been together for some time. Maybe 2 months or so? They've had sex plenty of times. He's gone down on you nearly every time. But one day you insist on paying him back. He's sat on the edge of the bed. It's clear he's uncomfortable. He's not used to receiving anything, let alone your pure affection towards him. As you lick up the underside of his cock, he lets out a groan that comes from deep with, something you've never heard before. His hands are stuck floating in the air, unsure what to do with them. That is until you look up at him, cheeks red as you swirl your tongue around him. You reach up and grab his hand, guiding it to the back of your head. The sight of you looking up at him with your pretty pink lips wrapped around his cock is enough to make him blow his load. He manages to last a little bit longer. One hand cradles his balls while your other holds onto his thick thigh for support. It's too much and his hips are lifting off the bed, shoving himself further down your throat. He does whine when he finally cums down your throat. He's addicted now.

[pittinmystomach]

to my beautiful, amazing, cute, creative, sexy anons. i will get to your requests soon. i have work AND university for the next couple of days so i have zero time to write however i see you and am not ignoring you

[glamorizethechaos]

i’m curious, who’s the chin guy?

Langdon because he has a butt chin 🤣😭

[pittinmystomach]

wait til he finds out about the drugs

[grace-danforth]

Something, something inappropriate thoughts about the veins in his arms…

[pittinmystomach]

every new picture i see of shawn hatosy is a good day to be alive

[boyboyunofficial]

wait they’re doing a podcast?

they said they’re thinking about it so hopefully 🙏

[pittinmystomach]

war is over. i miss their streams.

[jackabbotkisser]

dr robby + eating you out | 18+ minors do not interact

robby loves eating pussy especially yours he could lay there for hours just sucking at your swollen clit, licking and teasing it. he knows how much you love the feel of his beard against your inner thighs and how you tug on his hair and grind against his face when you need more. sometimes he’ll even wear his glasses so he can get a better look at how swollen and wet you are for him whilst his fingers pump in and out of your tight hole. he loves making you feel good, groaning against your pussy because he cant get enough of how you taste

[cruel-hiraeth]

prone bone is the position of all time because you can feel his entire weight pressed into you—impossibly close, sweat sliding down the length of your back and his torso—the sensation both too much and not enough. and he’s so fucking deep at this angle; you swear you can feel him in your throat. but all you can do is lie facedown on the mattress and take everything he has to give you.

[djkerr]

NOAH WYLE 👓 L.A. TIMES THE ENVELOPE DRAMA ROUNDTABLE

[pittinmystomach]

glasses bark bark

[superhoeva]

𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐱 – 𝐜. 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐝 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭; +𝟏𝟖) | okay lovelies. i remember doing this 2478912 years ago for another character i was once in love with in another life and the idea popped back into my head late last night. this is not the only one i'll be doing because i'm down very badly for so many fictional fucking people lol. next up... pope cody? eneeways, thank you to the beauties @ovaryacted and @stellamarielu for beta-ing this for me last minutes. another thanks to @ozarkthedog for speaking the words "charlie reid" and "pussy spanking" into the universe, as i was too much of a coward too until i saw her delicious blurb (go check it out 🫵🏾)!! please heed the warning(s) on this one guys, all of them listed below <3

warning(s): some dark content, language, smut, female pronouns used, safe word (mentioned), spanking/pussy spanking, rough sex, unprotected sex (p in v), possessiveness, dirty talk, bodiily fluids, oral sex (f +m receiving), facefucking/throat fucking, breath play (mentioned), mean!charlie (at times), dark(ish)!charlie, sex toys (mentioned), degradation, public sex, exhibitionism, crying, desk sex, charlie calls the reader names: “slut” + “whore” + “cum rag”, creampies (mention), charlie’s version of aftercare; w/c is 1.8k

✩ To start off, this guy’s a growler. It wouldn’t make sense to deny it, not with how often his vocal cords tighten and razor out the rough sound. It’s usually in the form of your name or a curse, Charlie strains to keep his eyes from rolling at how wet you feel wrapped around his cock. You just take his cock so god damn perfectly… stretched out all pretty and taking every inch he stuffs inside you.

He can’t help the way the noises seep from the back of his throat. Raw and feral Charlie sounds, fucking you the same way with an untamed pace and hands grabbing you with such a heat, you wouldn’t be surprised if his palms were to sear a scar in the shape of his grip. Forever marking you with a him-shaped grope and a pussy full of his seed.

✩ Charlie also never fails to remind you that you are his. He’s a possessive person, remarkably so when it comes to you. No one else makes him feel the way you do–light-headed and running hot and damn near drunk–and makes most of the other things throughout the world insignificant. Not much else is good enough for you except him, and he doesn’t want much to do with anything except you. ‘You’re mine. All fuckin’ mine, baby, you got that?’ he mumbles while he’s buried inside you, exhales mixing with yours. Partially for you, mostly for himself, Charlie builds himself up around the mantra. Wholly convinced of the fact and you belong to him and ensures that it stays hidden from the many evils of the world that you and all of your sweet have him wrapped tight around your finger.

✩ Two words: pussy spanking. Charlie might be a little obsessed with it but no more than he’s obsessed with you. How you whine and jerk when the flat of his fingers pat a sharp smack against your center. He always makes sure to follow it with slow, sopping kisses against the stinging skin, lapping his tongue around your to soothe away the ache before spanking you again, pupils tinting black a soul-sucking abyss at the way you clench around nothing. Crying as you stare back at him, your slit oozes out a slick of warm arousal. “Blubber all you want, doll. Pussy’s leaking out more tears than those eyes and you haven’t even thought about saying ‘red’ yet, have you?” A sick grin splits Charlie’s lips when you arch and shake your head. That’s my girl.

✩ Another one of his addictions is fucking your throat. You’ve got the most gorgeous lips and he’ll never get enough of how they looked stretched wide at the base of his cock while you choke at the way his tip nudges your throat. Charlie likes it messy. He likes you teary-eyed and drooling, and gagging all over him while he holds your face with two hands and a belly full of grunts. The man had to train you up to it but now you’re completely in tune to how he wants you–a complete and utter mess for him to unsoil once it’s over.

After he’s held your nose and busted a load down your throat, he’ll pull out and gather all the spit from your chin and face on his fingers, sliding them into your mouth for you to finish. Sometimes Charlie can’t help himself, forcing his thick digits back until they’re sliding at the back of your tongue, another wet gag jerking your body as he gazes at you, biting at his lip to stifle his groan. Mmhm the man hums, cock twitching with fast-returning life and a rush of heat… all for you.

✩ One of Charlie’s hands is usually what acts as a dampener for the moans you release when he’s fucking you in public. It’s sublime, the way you spill out his name through choked gasps and thick pants. So much so that Charlie purposefully sees how loud he can get you. Whether it’s behind the locked door and closed shades of his office or in the backseat of his cruiser, he makes sure his cock brushes at the angle he’s certain will tear the most gruttal sounds from you possible.

You try so, so hard to keep them in, keep them hidden. You want to feel good, you wanna fall apart in places where that isn’t allowed but don’t wany anyone to know just how willing you are to let him make that happen. It’s a dichotomy that only drives Charlie to extensive, piercing strokes that yank an uproar of wails that he is just barely able to engulf with his cupped palm. “You don’t get to take my cock and not scream for me, baby. That just ain’t happenin’. Let em go or I’ll pull the fuck out, drive you home, and tie you to that vibe you think you’ve managed to hide from me…”

✩ You’ve come to expect it regularly these days–the sound of your panties snapping in half or being ripped to make room for the fat of his cock to stick through and fuck you like he so badly desires. Charlie’s forearms and biceps bulge as he tears the fabric with little to no regard, barely flicking his eyes from the sight of your pussy that’s finally revealed by his ravaging of your hole. Ignoring your gasps, Charlie just smirks while rubbing a palm along your ass and squeezing.

Your underwear, they just… they just always manage to get in the way. He doesn’t even know why you bother with them most of the time, as he has zero patience when it comes to watching you slip them off and fold them all pretty before putting them to the side. If he’s feeling nice, sometimes Charlie will just slide them over to gain access to you. Other days, all he’ll do is tear them and strike a smack to one of your cheeks with a growl. Hush. You already know he’s gonna buy you more.

✩ Charlie is a verbal lover in the sense that he makes you say what’s feeling good… what you want him to do. Speak it into existence for him, and he’ll give you the entire world. Has it been a bitch of a day and you need his cock in your mouth so you can stop thinking? Say it. Your hole is achy and dripping and empty without his fingers packed inside you? Say it. You want him to fuck you into the matress until you forget your name and only know his? Say that shit.

S’not hard, baby, and you look so pretty doing it. Charlie knew your true self the moment he met you. He could sense just how much you not only wanted but needed someone like him–only him–to ruin you the way you want. Smelled it from a mile away. But he’s only gonna give it to you if you tell him, no matter how cute you are when you act like you can’t speak.

✩ When he’s done fucking you, the two of you aren’t really done. Not until you suck your spend off his cock and he kisses you until you can’t breathe. Charlie will usually let you work on your own, a hand on the back of your head guiding you more gently than usual. He stares you down, eyes following every swirl of your tongue across the head and veins, and you lick all the way down to his balls before letting them pop out with a sleepy smile. He’s pulling you up to him right after, hands palming your ass as he slips his tongue inside your mouth, mumbling something like that’s how he likes his girl. All cock drunk and sweet for him.

✩ Charlie grinds his cock deep inside you while you’re atop his desk at least once a week, sometimes three. It’ll have been after you bring him lunch with the prettiest smile or bring something he’d purposefully left behind. He’ll spend a few minutes listening to how your day has been so far–only half-way listening to the words you’re rambling because you’re just so damn distracting. Looking at him like that. Smiling at him like that. Just asking for trouble, so he gives it to you.

It’s noisy but Charlie doesn’t care. Pens rattle and the screen of his computer shakes, yet the thought of them falling is secondary to the way you’re creaming the length  of his dick. “Didn’t even ask ‘f you were good for me today… should I even be fuckin’ you like this? You done anything to earn me givin’ it to you this good? Hm?”  You try to answer but a loud groan slips out instead. Your chest is pressed into the desk and you’re holding the wood for dear life.

Charlie’s hands fist at the hem of your shirt, bunching it up to hold and force you back onto him until he can’t push any further. So full and tispy his cock is making you, head pulsing as it crams its way inside your hole. “You’ll take it either way won’t you? So greedy. Happy to take all my cum and walk out with it dripping down your thighs, aren’t you? My pretty girl… my slut…”

✩ “Look at you, takin’ it all… pussy stuffed all full’a my cock. You like that, doll? Hm? ‘Course you do. Love it when I fuck you stupid. ‘Til you’re drooling for it like a good little whore. You gonna be a proper hole and keep taking it? Lemme fill you up, flip you over, fill you up again? Or maybe I’ll paint this face. Turn you into the prettiest cum rag anyone’ll ever see…”

In other words: degradation.

✩ (BONUS) Charlie knows he goes hard. Hell, everything about the man is 99% right angles of either glacial frost or blazing heat… until he’s with his girl. The usual impenetrable nonchalant demeanor is pierced by you easily  as he wipes you down with a towel, placing long kisses to your thighs in between each soft rub. His hands are the opposite of the hard spanks you received before… now, they caress you and squeeze gently, voice low and rumbling as he blinks through his own haze to praise you and wipe away the tears. “No more’a this now, okay? Did real good for me. Real good, ‘m very proud, baby. Now we’re gonna go pee, then you’re gonna drink and eat somethin–hey. No, no sleeping ‘til you eat a little and get some water down, alright? Pee, water, eat, then I’ll call your work so you sleep the next two days ‘f you really want…”

© 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐯𝐚

[pittinmystomach]

i’m crying bc that was a pornographic masterpiece

[xwilltruman]

you fr gotta make that shen all mine meme for the other fine ass men from the pitt

but those other ones are not myyyy men.

but i will do it for the gays. never enough content. just gimme a moment (any specific requests?)

[pittinmystomach]

👉👈 jack

[xwilltruman]