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𑜷 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄’𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 ,, ⌗ sevyn or sevy. frankie's pretty bimbo. creator of babydaddy stack. soulaan. genderfluid. any pronouns. nineteen. college student. sometimes active. drabbles, thoughts ⅋ smau's. multi fandom. everything black reader. requests are open.

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۶ৎ we miss you boo, and your writing !

oh my goodness!! i miss you guys too so much. my main excuse for not writing recently is college—this semester has been so crazy, stressful, and exciting! between academic perfectionism, research, being diagnosed with anxiety, and extracurriculars ... i’ve been pooped. my summer is filled with internships so i can’t even say i’ll be fully active over the summer. i do miss writing but i can’t even find the brain cells to write(or read) fanfics rn. i really applaud all my college girlies who find the time to still write and upload fics!

[planetsalma]

𝜗𝜚 THINKING OF... SEX POLLEN W/ LEON S. KENNEDY. fem!agent!reader.

the mission is supposed to be quick; retrieve samples from an old Umbrella facility and get the fuck out. simple enough considering the combined skill and efficiency you and leon possess. but all that is compromised when you accidentally knock over a cooler box in one of the labs, the powdery contents spilling out and wafting into your noses before you can blink or back away.

the effects start off slow; both your temperatures begin to heat up as you walk through the vast halls, before you start to uncomfortably tug at the collars of your shirts.

then comes the heat between your legs, an overwhelming sensation that has your knees buckling as you try to steady yourself on a nearby wall while leon hunches over an old office desk, the shaky groan that leaves his throat doing nothing to help the overbearing wave of sex hormones crashing over your body.

before you know it you're on a heap on one of the office carpets, sweating as you practically tear each other's clothes off, the musk of arousal perfuming the air only amplifying your lust drugged state as leon attacks your neck with his mouth and your nails dig into his back.

you've never been so desperate in your life, your pussy soaking through the fabric of your underwear as he tugs the pants down your legs, curses and praise alike flowing in a string from his lips as he looks down at the heaven between your legs.

"fuck- i-i'm sorry, baby- don't think i can be gentle with you right now- too fuckin' pretty..."

and he isn't, your panties long forgotten, tossed aside to some corner as he devours you whole; his tongue lapping up your arousal like a thirsty man drinking his first drop of water in decades. his lips latch onto your throbbing, swollen clit, sucking in a way that has your back arching and your eyes rolling back in their sockets; the ministrations of his tongue fucking into your sappy hole making your thighs tremble around his head.

he's so desperate and rough, calloused hands gripping your hips and flipping you onto your stomach before you can even catch your bearings, pulling your ass up into the air while he wrestles with his belt to release his painfully hard, aching, cock. "i need to fuck you so bad...~"

the stretch of his dick is the sweetest relief you've ever gotten from anything in your life, your nails digging into the carpet as his hips begin to thrust; railing your back into a deep arch as you do nothing but take it, your moans and cries creating a sinful symphony with his own vocal grunts and groans that echoes off the wall.

"f-fuck, you feel so damn good, baby-" he practically moans out, the tip of his cock kissing your cervix with ever brutal movement of his hips, his head thrown back in pure bliss as your sopping pussy latches onto him for dear life, a creamy ring forming around the base of his cock.

and when you cum, your pussy gushing around him as you nearly scream, he follows right after, his whole body jerking and shivering as he balls tighten up and thick ropes of cum flow into your womb; droplets of sweat dripping down his neck as he moans out, deep and long as he hunches over your back to steady himself.

when all is said and done, all you can do is wonder two things; how the hell are you going to explain why you've been off grid for hours and why your legs don't seem to be working anymore.

PLANETSALMA, 2026.

[girlnamedkash]

birthday bumps. ‹𝟹

(jack abbot x younger!fem!resident reader)

warnings ⋮ ⌗ ┆readers bsf gets alc poisoning , kinda gets angsty between reader and friend , suggestive content , dr. abbot IS a flirt in this , reader is one as well , messy ER drama , kind of established relationship , dress is intended for reader (visualization) , incorrect medical procedures / injuries , profanity usage , && yes i did make everyone fawn over reader bc why not . all aside , enjoyyyy ! 𓏲ּ𝄢

wc: 1,595 ⋆˙⟡

you’ve been working at ptmc for around six months now, doing your best to adapt to the change from working at a hospital like sloane kettering to the pitt. adjusting to the patients, students, and senior attendings. all of it new and interesting, especially doctor jack abbot.

it’s clear to everyone who gets around you two that you’ve taking a fondness for the other. hell, it’s even been clear to mel, who doesn’t even pick on social cues half the time. there’d be teasing every here and there, but abbott was like with everyone. of course he was, but with you it’s sort of.. different?

real. as if he meant when he called you pretty and wasn’t just using it to pick you up after a long day. well, a couple times after shift you’d join him for a beer, or hot dog. soon it progressed more and more into him asking you out, you both agreed to keep it a secret till you were both in comfortable positions for it to be okay as you were going into your last year of residency soon.

you had just gotten off shift, practically rushing through your charting. because tonight is your best friend avaia’s birthday. you drove home as fast as possible blowing through atleast one stop sign to fight your sleepiness. once you got home you turned on the water to the hottest setting it could go to.

you really hadn’t felt like going but you couldn’t bail on your best friend yet again, she’d rip you a new one if you didn’t. you zipped up the bandages dress, your feet had already been killing you. the second you put on those heels it felt like walking on rocks while barefoot. ‘it’s gonna be a long night.’ you think to yourself, boy were you right. you told your best friend you’d drive her back home tonight so she’d wouldn’t have to waste money on a ride.

you got her a bouquet of her favorite flowers, a new purse, and some pandora jewelry, safe to say she was more than ecstatic to receive them.

once you arrived at the restaurant with the rest of your friends it seemed to be going well, but by the time you got to the club she was a plastered mess. you fought off your gut feeling as hard as you could until you walked into the bathroom, hearing her in the stall. “vi, you okay in there?” you called out to her from the sink. but she didn’t respond.

“come on, this isn’t funny!” you shout from outside the door. you crawled under the stall door to see her sitting on the floor, eyes barely open, and her breathy slow. you unlocked the door and ran out making your way out the bathroom to your other friends, handing them your purse. “use my phone and call 911. right now!” running back to the bathroom.

you laid avaia down on her side because she was beginning to have a seizure. your friends followed behind you into the bathroom. “oh my god!” “is she okay?” the one holding your phone was speechless, you gestured for her to pass you, the phone. “i’ve got a 26 year old woman experiencing what might be alcohol poisoning, she’s currently seizing on the woman’s bathroom floor, i need medics to my location.”

your friends watched in shock and awe, soon the paramedics arrived quickly. “i’ll ride with her to the hospital. stacy, i trust you with my car, all of you go home now and get there safely. please.” you sat down and held avaia’s hand.

“excuse me! do you know what hospital were closest to?” you asked the one driving. “uh, yeah, pmtc.” he said driving off. “shit.” you sighed. once the ambulance arrived to the bay, you got out and walked in heels clicking loudly. the paramedics shout out avaia’s case loudly. the first persons voice you heard was javadi, ‘why couldn’t she be off now!’ you closed your eyes and turned her way.

“javadi.” you said low, the way she looked at your dress, her eyes almost fell out her face. “close your mouth.” you heard dana yell out that central 13 was open. javadi led the paramedics that way. you walked to the nurses station feeling eyes on you from everyone. you slumped down onto the nurses station counter infront of dana.

bending over with your back in a perfect horizontal line, the dress helped smooth out curves as if they needed it. you heard someone crash into something, making you turn your head to see if you could help them.

“what are the odds of everyone else seeing me like this?” you asked dana only peering up your eyes at her. “if you stay 100%. if you leave while you still can, maybe 0. choose wisely.” she said with her glasses on the bridge of her nose reading something on the screen. “i can’t just leave my friend here, dana.” you said, making her smirk. “then you know the answer.”

her words make you stand up and go look for avaia, but first making a stop in the staff room. you walk in and bend down looking into the fridge to grab a water. you turned around leaning on the counter drinking water, not expecting to see mel behind you drinking water as well “dr.king” you said before taking a sip.

“where did you hide all that?” she asked softly, making you choke on your water. “i’m sorry?” you chuckle lightly.

she stumbled on her words while trying to get to the point, like usual. you waited patiently and she explained. “i didn’t mean it like that. it’s just your scrubs don’t make you look as proportionate.” she gestures, it makes you belly laugh. “well i have a friend to look for so i’ll see you next shift. have a goodnight mel.” “night!” she said with a bright smile.

your night couldn’t get any better when you walked into joy and emma. joy was attentive to your dress like it needed any medical attention. emma looked like a deer in headlights. you smiled and waved at the two of them to keep it pushing. once you finally found avaia, you also found her doctor, and it was no other than abbot. you give him a tight lipped smile and sit next to avaia.

she stopped seizing because of the nasal spray given to her by the paramedics. dr. abbot had her breathalyzed and her BAC came out to 0.39%. he left the room while you tore into her about her drinking habits. “you better stop drinking this recklessly! you have a job you care about and people who love you! stop this before it gets worse.” you storm out on the last word wiping your face. walking past abbot who reached out for your arm, stopping you in the hallway.

“too public.” you whisper. he let go of your hand, but stepped closer, closing a gap of space between you two. “come here.” he opened his arms out to you, for a hug. immediately stepping into it and letting your tears spill out, abbot brushed his hand against your hair softly.

shen and ellis walk past bags in hand headed to their lockers, whispering amongst themselves at the scene they passed. perlah and princess overheard, involving themselves subtly. watching from afar.

“should we run a hot bath later? it may help.” he suggests softly into your ear, still brushing your hair with his palm. “yes, please. with epsom salt my feet are killing me.” you spoke up muffled into his chest. you pull back seeing your tear stains on his shirt. “no worries, it’ll come out soon enough. i’ll see you soon.” he walked off to check on other patients, and you collected yourself before making your way to the bathroom, except for two prying nurses stopping you dead in your tracks.

“so. what was that about?” perlah asked smiling on your right. “yeah looked pretty.. intimate.” princess poked your stomach on your left. “oh my god! you look great!” she compliments. perlah nudged princess for veering off subject. “she does!” princess protested. “you do look beautiful.” she compliments as well. “thank you both.” you smile, looking up to see javadi, whittaker, santos, mel and joy all huddled up. “excuse me.”

you said walking past perlah, turning to wave them off, hearing them speak in tagalog as you walk away. “tignan mo ang pwet nya!” (“look at her ass!”) “nakita mo ba yung harap?” (“did you see the front?”)

you came up behind santos, resting your hand on her shoulder. “so.” it makes everyone jump. “what are we talking about?” everyone stops and looks everywhere else. “are those red bottoms?” javadi asks loud enough for the whole hospital to hear. “yes, they are.” you paused. “no i didn’t buy them myself and no i don’t have a sugar daddy.” you spoke up. “they were a gift.” you said in a more hushed tone.

“anyone got any interesting patients since ive been gone?” you ask diverting the attention. “not as interesting as that dress.” santos spoke under her breath while typing.

“i have to pee, i’ll be back.” you make your way to the bathroom, and once you step out there waits doctor abbot. holding a pair of hospital socks, he handed them to you. “aww, thank you.” you were about to bend down and unstrap them yourself but he somehow beat you to it. (must be all that yoga.)

he got on one knee and undid your strap. “i can—” “no.” he interrupted you, not even letting you finish before you could start. he put the sock on and put your foot back down picking up the other and doing the same. he handed you a hospital bag to put your shoes in. “will that charm ever wear off?” you ask looking up at him. “no.” he said stoically, looking back down at you with hunger in his eyes. “it will soon.” robby spoke up as he passed. “no it won’t.” he smiled at you.

it took everything in your power to kiss him there.

a/n: hope yall enjoyed! it’s 3:35 and i’m done for the night have a good day y’all. 💖💖

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not to start an unnecessary argument but wtf is going on in the pitt fandom? i’m literally seeing people get upset about ships that’s not hurting NOBODY…

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oh em geeee!! i will be writing for sanji & zoro. 😩 i’ve been binging op and i need that.

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( 🔞 ) ⠀⠀────⠀ ⠀ׅ ꒰੭. 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥

elias “stack” moore ⅋ bratty!reader

stack loved the cat and mouse game you played.

the way you’ll purposely act out of defiance just to turn around and beg him for forgiveness made his dick swell painfully.

“stack”, you whined to only be met with no response.

you walked over to him slowly, climbed in his lap and wrapped you arms around his neck. “you ignoring me?”, hips gently grinding over the bulge in his sweats.

“don’t be mad no more”, pout etched on your face.

he gave you a mean side-eye. “you think i forgot about what you did?” you sighed dramatically, not in the mood to hear one of his lectures.

you leaned down, plump lips brushing his ear. voice soft and sweet. “that was sooo long ago. let me make it up to you…be your good girl again.”

he grabbed your hips tightly mid-roll. a smiled etched on your face knowing you had him exactly where you wanted.

“fake ass apology”, he muttered, voice low. “you really think ridin this dick gon get you out of trouble?”

“well yes!” you lifted your face up to be eye level with him. “doesn’t it always?”

he didn’t get the chance to respond before you reached down in his boxers to pull his dick out. already hard and soaked graciously with his pre-cum.

you sank down onto him— fast, messy, with a moan that made his hand tighten around your waist that would surely leave a bruise.

“you tryna distract me,” he growled.

“is it working?”

it took him a minute to respond. “almost.”

you rode him slow, hips winding in a performative motion, throwing your head back, moaning his name.

stack just leaned back on his hands, watching, smirking like he was letting you play yourself.

“this can’t get you out of everything”, he murmured.

you whined, acrylic nails digging in his chest. “it always dooo…” he snapped his hips up hard and you gasped, eyes rolling back.

“yeah,” he grunted, “til i flip you over and fuck the shit outta you.” you pouted, rolling your hips again, tears gathering in your eyes.

“lias don’t be mean. i’m sorryyy”, you dragged out.

he gripped your throat—not tight, just enough to make you freeze up. “say it and mean it.”

“i’m sorry.” the grip on your throat tightened. “for what?”

“for not answerin when you called and…” you spilled out a whole apology, apologizing for shit he wasn’t even mad at anymore.

he kissed your lips once, nice and slow, deep—then wrapped his arm around your lower back and started fucking up into you so good your fake tears turned real.

fat tears rolled down your face, you were gripping his shoulders like your life depended on it, and hiccuping his name like a prayer.

“i’m sorry, ‘m sorry, sorry.”

“i know.”

his pace never stopped. “don’t mean you still not gettin punished.”

( 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐘’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ) ─── chat why this lowkey a stack version of “can’t take it”…AAAAHHH. free me from writing punishment fics. anyways that’s all i got folks (kinda don’t like this) but my brain is still mush from midterms (WHICH I PASSED!!)

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i reached 1k followers?? THANK YOU FOR EVERYTHING I LOVE YOUUU!!

[dilfsbaby]

Track

Racer Patrick Dempsey x Reader • SFW

Main Masterlist | Patrick Dempsey Masterlist | Dr Derek Shepherd Masterlist | Angelo Doyle Masterlist

A/N- There is just something about racer Paddy that I can just not name 🥵

@pyraomen hope you like reading this as much as I loved writing it

Warnings: Mentions of a crash and fire, emotional vulnerability, public display of affection, themes of fear and relief in a high-stakes environment.

Taglist is open

The roar of engines filled the air at the IMSA WeatherTech SportsCar Championship race at Road America, a legendary race track in Elkhart Lake, Wisconsin. It had been nearly three years since Patrick last competed in one of these exhausting endurance races, his love for racing pulling him back after focusing on acting and family.

You, his secret girlfriend of over a year, sat in the VIP area overlooking the main straight of the track where the cars started and finished the race. Your heart pounded even louder than the powerful engines echoing across the long 4-mile circuit.

The two of you had kept your relationship private, enjoying quiet moments away from the spotlight—late-night drives, stolen weekends in small cabins—to figure out if this was something real. But today, with Patrick behind the wheel of his No. 77 Porsche race car for the Dempsey-Proton Racing team, everything felt more intense.

He had given you the VIP passes himself, slipping them into your hand with a wink and a quick kiss before heading to the team garage.

“Stay close,” he’d murmured, his blue eyes serious. “I need to know you’re safe.”

Now, as the race began and the cars shot forward, you gripped the railing tightly. Patrick’s sleek white Porsche moved through the first fast corner, holding a strong middle position among the pack.

The first laps passed in a blur of speed and strategy. You watched the live timing screen, tracking Patrick’s position as he climbed to fourth place in his class. The crowd cheered with every pass, but your nerves twisted tighter with each turn.

This track had several dangerous sections—long sweeping curves and extremely fast corners where even a small mistake could send a car crashing into the wall.

Patrick’s voice came through the team radio feed available in the VIP lounge—calm and focused.

“Tires feel good. Pushing hard on the straight.”

Then disaster struck on lap twelve.

As several cars entered a long curved section of the track, the Lexus in front of Patrick collided with a Lamborghini. Their wheels touched, sparks flying everywhere. The Lexus spun out of control and slammed hard into the barrier.

The crash was violent.

Almost instantly, flames burst from the wrecked car as fuel caught fire. Thick black smoke rose into the sky while yellow caution flags waved across the track.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Patrick’s car was right there.

He reacted instantly, braking hard and steering sharply to avoid the wreck. His car slid sideways for a moment, the tires screeching as he drove over the bumpy edge of the track to get around the crash.

The announcers’ voices shot up in alarm.

“Oh no! Huge crash! Fire crews rushing in — and Dempsey somehow slips past the wreck!”

You grabbed the small silver necklace around your neck—the one he’d given you—and whispered a prayer under your breath. Your fingers crossed so tightly they hurt as you stared at the track, begging the universe to keep him safe.

A safety car slowed the race while marshals handled the crash.

But Patrick’s car reappeared on the screen, completely unharmed.

Relief crashed over you.

He briefly drove into the pit lane so his team could check the car, then he returned to the track as the race restarted.

And then he drove like a man possessed.

He quickly passed the McLaren ahead of him on the long straight stretch of the track, using the air behind it to gain speed before pulling ahead into second place.

Only one car remained in front of him now—an Aston Martin that had been leading most of the race.

Lap by lap, he began closing the distance.

You could barely breathe.

Every rumble from the grandstand felt like it echoed inside your chest.

By lap thirty-five he was close enough to challenge for first place—but the race was almost over.

The final laps were torture.

He pushed the car to its absolute limit. The engine screamed loudly through the speakers around the track.

For a moment it looked like he wouldn’t make it.

But on the final lap he somehow found more speed, braking late into a tight corner and carrying that momentum through the next section.

He gained nearly a second on the leader.

But the finish line came too soon.

Patrick crossed the line only four-tenths of a second behind, finishing in second place after an incredible drive.

The crowd exploded with cheers as the team radio shouted in celebration.

“Second place! Incredible drive, Patrick!”

He drove into the pit area, the car steaming from the effort.

As his team rushed toward the car and helped him climb out, Patrick ripped off his helmet. His salt-and-pepper hair was damp with sweat, his face flushed with adrenaline.

And the first thing he did was search the VIP area.

His eyes found you instantly.

Without thinking, he climbed over the barrier separating the pit lane and pulled you into a tight embrace.

You were suddenly surrounded by the smell of race fuel, leather, and heat from the track. His racing suit was damp against your skin.

“You okay?” you asked breathlessly, holding his face and searching for injuries.

He smiled—that familiar, dazzling Patrick smile—and leaned down, pressing a firm kiss to your lips through the thin fireproof cloth covering part of his face.

Pulling back just slightly, his voice carried over the noise of the crowd.

“I love you,” he said. “God… I love you.”

The words hung in the air as cameras flashed around you.

For the first time, it wasn’t a secret.

Your mouth opened in shock, happiness rising in your chest—but before you could answer, his crew chief grabbed his arm.

“Podium time, Paddy! Let’s go!”

He squeezed your hand once before being pulled away.

You watched him climb the podium steps moments later, a silver medal placed around his neck for finishing second. Champagne sprayed into the air as the drivers celebrated.

Patrick laughed, soaked in champagne and victory—but his eyes searched the crowd again.

And found you.

When the ceremony finally ended and he returned to the paddock, you didn’t wait.

You rushed to him, grabbing his suit and pulling him into a deep kiss. Champagne lingered on his lips as the two of you held each other, the noise of the crowd fading away.

Breaking the kiss, breathless, you whispered against his mouth:

“I love you too. So much.”

His eyes softened as he wrapped his arms around you again, holding you like he never wanted to let go.

[pyraomen]

Please make and post a masterlist love your work :)

coming soon, currently revamping!

[pyraomen]

i’m my biggest critic when it comes to my writing, which is the main reason why it takes me a while to release fics 😭.

[kill3ill]

sleazy doctor! jack abbot (18+, heavy manipulation cw)

jack sits at his desk, reclining comfortably in his chair. you’d been expecting to sit across from him in the tiny examination room, like an equal, but he shakes his head, tilting his body towards yours. jack angles the monitor slightly to the side, showing you the complex medical data flickering across the screen.

"you know, this is all some pretty intricate stuff, your file." he says, tapping his screen like he was lecturing you. "i want you to be able to see everything I do. full transparency. that way, we can have trust between us."

you nod, understanding what he was saying. meanwhile, jack pretends to be considering something.

"although," he continues, his voice soft and gentle. "if you sit across from me, i’ll have to keep turning the screen around, which is inefficient. i want you to be able to follow along."

he leans back, exhaling as if this was all so frustrating for him, all this work, all this effort he was going through just for you. then he smiles, warm and reassuring, and patted his lap.

"why don't you sit here?"

you feel your face heat up and instinctively cough in surprise, looking at him with confusion. "what? y-you can't be s-"

"its for practicality," he interrupts smoothly. jack pays no mind to his raging hard on and the desire to put your pretty ass right on his cock and bounce you up and down on it while he worked, trying to focus on getting you to take the bait and come to him on your own volition.

"the monitor is clearer up close, the keyboard is here, i want you to see everything in real time. i need you to understand that im only trying to help you." he reassures you quietly, pretty eyes piercing into yours with a look of earnest in them.

you feel like he’s hypnotizing you. his logic... made sense to you, but you still hesitate. dr. abbot wasn't forcing you, either. simply making a suggestion. and he was just trying to help! he would explain the weird slump you’d been in lately, the irregular headaches, all your other issues in detail, since you’d be able to see all his observations and your data as he diagnosed you with… whatever you have.

"nothing to be shy about," he coaxes you, his voice dipping even softer. "i'm just helping you." he tells you once more.

slowly, you move forward and hesitantly perch yourself on his lap. because you're facing away from him, you miss the way he grins triumphantly at your obedience, his clothed cock pressing against your plump pussy. he pulls you in tighter.

if you couldn't feel how hard he was by now, you had to be clueless. "there we go." jack praises softly, wrapping one arm around you to pull you in tighter as he clicks through your file, showing you your information and symptoms.

jack uses jargon so complex that you can't keep up, overexplaining things while subtly moving your body back and forth against his crotch, gnawing on the inside of his cheek to not groan.

you feel a weird flutter in your tummy and heat grow in your core at the feeling of friction against your pussy, the thin fabric of your pants not helping. you fuss and squirm, embarrassed and confused at the direction of events. "doctor abbott, what are you-?"

he shushes you softly, tilting your chin up to force you to meet his piercing gaze. "shh, shh... there now, you're okay" he coos, his thumb brushing over your trembling lower lip. "we can sort this out calmly, can't we?"

despite your confusion, you find yourself leaning into his touch, your body betraying your urge to be soothed, to be told everything would be alright. he smiles, another slow, smug curl of his lips, knowing he has you right where he wants you. his other hand pulls your hip back so you're pressing up against him completely now, with nowhere else to go.

jack's actions are nearly unconscious, his focus solely on the rapid beating of your heart, the short puffs of your quick, aroused breaths.

the hard bulge beneath you throbs in time with his racing heartbeat, but you try to focus on the words he's saying and the screen in front of you. jack continues clicking over the computer, his arm around your waist moving up until one hand was splayed over your breast, squeezing and quickly talking over your moans to act like he has no idea what he's doing.

"alright. so you've been having headaches on and off a few days now. dull, bilateral, no vision changes or nausea, stiffness or weakness, and you don't seem to be confused or lost." he looks down at you, seeing how you're panting and quivering in his lap, undoubtedly enjoying yourself. you haven't told him to stop. "you're not confused, are you? you seem to be quite present."

"yeah, i...mmh," you manage through moans, your body overstimulated already. you have no idea what is happening.

"perfect," he murmurs, his hot breath tickling your ear. "there's not much wrong here, but you're still going to need medication and treatment. but i'm going to need something from you in return."

before you can respond, he's already started tugging at your pants, his fingers dragging the fabric down your legs. you flinch in surprise but don't evade him, sitting still like a good girl. he's trying to help you and make your pain go away and all he wants to do in return is see your body, why would you fight him off? he's been nothing but kind to you. and part of you wants him to touch you anyway.

jack's grip holds firm, leaving you exposed and vulnerable as cool air hits your heated skin. he groans quietly, eyes darkening with lust as he took in the sight of your plump, glistening pussy, now bared completely to his hungry gaze.

he spreads and gives your right breast one more squeeze before clicking on your account, scrolling aimlessly to waste time, while his other hand, now off your tits, went between your legs to push a finger into your cunt.

you nearly cry out, but he shushes you and tsks. "careful with the noise." he warns gently. "wouldn't want everyone in this hospital to see you like this, would you?" you pant out a 'no' while his finger continues pumping in and out of your hole sloppily, your hips bucking instinctively into his touch.

he grins, his long digit delving between your slick folds and stroking your sweet walls. then he adds in a second finger, stretching you wider as he begins to pump them in and out of your pussy, the obscene sound of your arousal filling the room. his hips rocked up to meet each thrust of his fingers, the hard ridge of his cock grinding against your ass through the fabric of his pants.

"see how much better you're listening now?" he murmurs. "such a good girl. i should give you a nice tip for your behavior."

"pl-please, hic- i want more, doctor, please..." you cry out, a soft moan leaving your lips halfway through your pleas, your hips bucking instinctively towards his fingers to coax him to push them deeper inside you.

just before you feel that familiar coil in your belly, jack pushes you forwards, pressing your front against his desk and sending his papers scattering.

he slaps your ass, watching the fat jiggle with a sick fascination as the plush flesh flushes under the impact. you jolt at the sudden pain, a string of arousal dripping embarrassingly down your cunt.

the sound of his zipper lowering seemed deafening in the sudden silence of the room, and you couldn't help but look back over your shoulder to watch as he freed his thick, angry red cock from the confines of his pants.

your eyes widen with disbelief at the sheer size of him, and you give a pleading look, hoping that he'll know to go slowly. "gonna make your head feel all better, you'll see." he says to your softly, and you relax at the reassurance. he tugs you back against him, putting your ass right up against his cock while rubbing his length up and down the curves of your body, from your pussy and up to your ass.

"nowas much as i would love to watch you cum before i put my cock inside you," he hums. "i do have things to attend to. and there's a night rush soon, and everyone will looking for me. someone might just walk in and see you fucking yourself on my cock."

you freeze, looking back at him with uncertainty, but the words about to leave your mouth turn to a moan as he starts to push his fat cock past the ring of your entrance.

"oh fuck," jack groans, his head thrown back as he slowly pushes forward, bottoming out inside of you. you let out a little whimper as he fills you up to the hilt, tears of overwhelm pooling at your waterline.

jack nearly melts at how pretty you look, tugging your head back so your neck is forced to crane back and look at him, and he slowly thrusts in and out of you, watching your face scrunch in slight pain and overwhelming pleasure.

he loves tears. he loves your tears. he watches you in a daze as you moan out loud and writhe on his cock, pushing your ass back every time he thrusts deeply into you. you want to feel every inch of him despite your mind telling you that its too much, that this is going too fast.

your face is a mess from the drool forming at the corner of your mouth and the tears in your eyes. your hole is a mess from where his cock slides in and out of your sopping pussy, a thick creamy ring formed at the base.

"fuck," he breathes out, running his hand through his hair at the slow, but rough strokes. every time he buries himself into you by the hilt, there's a plap of flesh against flesh, and he groans loudly, his breathing getting more heavy and labored. "mh-greedy little pussy swallowing up my cock."

he grabs your waist and pushes your head back, pushing his cock in and out of you fast, then slowing down abruptly to disorient you. your little moans grow louder, your brain fogging up to the point where you cant even feel your headache anymore, just him.

jack pulls back and slams into you again. you yelp and whine loudly, and shove your hand over your mouth. "that's it beautiful, make a mess." he grunts, wet flesh reverberating against yours. each time he slowed down his thrusts, he'd bask in the muffled sounds you make as he stuffs your pussy.

lifting your hips higher, jack grabs onto the hand that's over your mouth and pushes it away so he can replace it with his own, letting two fingers slip past your lips. you slobber and cry around his fingers, and he grunts as you clench down around him in response. "how's- haah... that, baby? havin' a good time?" he questions breathlessly, feeling his orgasm approaching quickly.

"mmm, fuck... c-cumming..." you babble around his fingers, and he grins, squeezing your jaw and turning your face upwards so he can lick the tears off your face.

jack groans at your taste, slotting your lips over his as your shared saliva smears over your lips, and that's all it takes for him to spill into you, hot, thick cream filling your womb and stuffing you full. he swallows your moans as your legs shake, and you cum around his cock, soaking his pelvis with your juices.

your body convulses and your breathing becomes even more rapid, and you squeeze down on his cock until he groans loudly into your mouth, leaning back as strings of saliva connect your tongues. jack licks his lips, pecking the tip of your nose and wiping sweat off his brow. "that fix your headache, sweetheart?"

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✩ ͡ ׅ ۟ ، 𝐂𝐀𝐍’𝐓 ◞ 𝑻𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑰𝑻 . . ָ֢ ֹ

elijah moore ⅋ bratty!crybaby!reader.

( 𝐗𝐗𝐈 ) ─── You gon get enough of pissing Smoke off.

⤷ ┃18+ drabble. black!reader. submissive!reader. bratty!crybaby!reader. mean!smoke. older!smoke. modern!smoke. rough!smoke. sexual themes. profanity used. size kink. forced riding. degrading. choking. bodily fluids—spitting. crying kink. pussy slapping. overstimulation. dirty talk. this is filthy .. don’t read if you not ready!

“You can’t take it, huh?” Smoke grunted, voice all gravel and vicious behind your ear. “That’s what all this squirming about?” Your thighs were already shaking and he hadn’t even bottomed out yet. You were straddling him in the middle of the living room, knees spread wide on the rough denim of his jeans, pussy split and dripping down the thick head of his dick like it was leaking for mercy and forgiveness.

He was leaned back into the couch, thighs spread, arms thrown lazily over the backrest like he had all night to watch you try and fail—to take his dick.

The problem was…Elijah Moore had the kind of dick that made your pussy stupid. Fat. Girthy. Veiny. Heavy in your hand. The kind of thick that made your walls burn before you even sat all the way down. Your lips had to stretch wide just to suck the tip. And your pussy clenched at the idea of it. You could barely get halfway before your breath caught and your hips stalled from the pressure.

And he was loving that. “Aww,” he mocked, one hand coming up to grip your throat as you whined again, hips trembling mid-drop. “Poor baby crying. Can’t fit grown man dick in that tight hole, huh?” You sniffled, fat lips parted, tears threatening to spill.

He gave your cheek a slap—not hard, just enough to make you gasp. “Don’t you fuckin cry now girl. You was talkin all that sweet shit earlier. Had all that attitude, walkin around my house damn near naked, beggin for attention.” You tried to rock your hips again. Barely made it an inch before your pussy clamped down hard. It was too much—too deep. Too wide. You could feel every inch of him splitting you open.

Smoke grabbed your waist with both hands, digging his thick fingers into your soft sides.“You don’t get to tap out on me,” he growled, eyes low. “Not when you got this sloppy ass drippin all over my jeans.” He forced your hips down a little more—slow, delicate, just enough for another inch to sink inside.

You cried out, head falling against his shoulder. “Elijah—” “What?” he barked. “Say it. Say you can’t take this dick.” “I can’t,” you whimpered. “I c-can’t take it, it’s too—” “Too fuckin what?” he hissed, grabbing your face in one hand and squeezing your cheeks. “Too big? Too thick for your greedy ass pussy? Then why’s she suckin me in like she missed me?”

He slapped your ass hard, once, then again—and bounced you on his lap without mercy. You screamed, legs flailing as he bottomed you out in one cruel motion. “Oh my God—” “That’s it,” he grunted, holding you there while your pussy pulsed and struggled around the stretch. “Take all of it. Cry on it. Sit that heavy fuckin ass down and milk my dick like the bratty bitch you is.”

You could barely breathe. Could barely think. His dick was everywhere—pressing against your gummy walls, knocking the air out of your lungs, rubbing so deep it felt like it was in your guts—hell he was in your guts.

Smoke grabbed your throat again and spat in your mouth. “Swallow it.” You did. Gasping. Shaking. He pulled your shirt up—just enough to expose your titties—and shoved one into his mouth, biting the soft flesh just hard enough to make you jolt. “Look at you,” he muttered against your skin. “Full of attitude, always runnin your smart ass mouth. But sit on some real dick and now you cryin. Fallin apart like a spoiled brat.”

You nodded, fucked-out and drooling, fat tears finally spilling down your face. “Say thank you.”“Th-Thank you, Elijah.” He slapped your swollen clit once. Then again. “Louder.” “Thank you, Elijah!” And he just laughed, licking his thumb and rubbing circles around your puffy clit while your body bucked like it couldn’t take anymore. “That’s what I thought,” he whispered. “Now ride it til I say you done.”

( 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐘’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ) ─── oh my god! who wrote this?? i may or may not have been listening to ego by beyonce. @/viviansturns on the dividers!

[pyraomen]

New theme is absolutely tea

thankgyaaaaa!! 😜

[pyraomen]

I looooove the new theme!! It's so cute!! We adore lover girl Megan!

AAAHHH! thank you! i love megan downnn🤭

[decayingearf]

may we (ME ACTUALLY🤗) get a robby or langdon fic for how they celebrate valentine’s day? RATED-R … with some convincing from the girlies at work robby/langdon may book that hotel!

happy valentine’s day to all the black people! 🥹

it’s not like robby didn’t know valentine’s day was coming. it’s really the only thing he knew since you’ve been talking about it all month.

“whatcha getting [𝜗𝜚] for valentine?” dana asked puffing her cigarette before turning to look at robby as he bashfully rubbed his neck (his signature).

he sighed “we haven’t talked much about it” with a shrug.

that earned a incredulous look from the nurse leader—“the hell you mean? get her a dress or a uh, do a movie night—“ she gasps as if she had figured out the perfect idea. which she did.

“get a room. just you and her, make it look all pretty an’ dressed up.” the blonde woman snuffed out the light at the end of the cigarette, “im telling you, she’ll love it.”

and if there was ever a time robby looked dumbfounded, it’d be now.

he wasn’t the..romantic type per se but, he didn’t wanna mess things up with his girl.

at the end of robby’s shift, he picked you up.

“come on, why won’t you tell me?” you whined rubbing the man’s beard, “because it’s a surprise, sweetheart.” he groaned adjusting himself, his crotch area, specifically.

“when’d you decide to get spontaneous?”

that got a laugh out of him—“well, it’s valentine’s weekend.”

once you two arrived at..well you were blindfolded so, where ever the hell you were, robby got out of the car walked around to your side and unlocked the door.

“alright, grab my hand” the man instructed to which you listened as he guided you to the destination.

“since we’re already here, can’t you tell me where we are?” he chuckled “you’ll see soon enough”

and when you did?

“you did this yourself?” you questioned slightly shocked at how good the room looked. maybe some part of him was all mushy.

you walked around the room looking at the decorations.

“im glad you like it, princess” michael told watching you gaze around the room. as he was folding the blindfold to put up, he heard you say; “ready for your gift?”.

you were laying on your back looking down as robby lapped you up.

“oh fuck.” you sighed at the feeling of his nose nudging against your clit. robby was naked laying on his stomach, his hands hooked under your thighs, with his face buried between your them.

he didn’t say anything other than the occasional “fuck”.

you reached down to guide his head over to where you wanted it. “you taste amazing, baby.” he told as he placed his fingers on top of your nub and started rubbing.

“shit.” you whined tilting your head back against the bedframe. it wasn’t long before you heard a string of groans slip from robby’s mouth.

you thought it was restrained arousal but soon found out, it wasn’t so restrained. michael had been jerking off the entire time. from the looks of it, he was pretty ruined.

“wait no, i want us to finish together.” you whined in a tone that told just how fucked out you were.

michael erupted in a hearty chuckle before ceasing his touch to himself. “alright princess, it’s all about you tonight anyhow.”.

since he had two free hands now, he leeched his mouth onto your clit, and slid two fingers in you.

“oh my god!” you exclaimed at the sensation of both; his mouth and fingers working together.

the man licked and sucked with a quickly, his fingers moving the same pace. “oh fuck” you’d moan arching your back and throwing your arm across your eyes.

he gazed up from between your legs and smirked when he seen you.

“please keep going, please” you begged feeling the pending orgasm. robby heard your plea and continued his ministrations, he just upped the pace a bit.

his mouth was now sucking vigorously while his fingers worked overtime to bring you to your orgasm.

“right there, mikey. keep going please!” you sound exasperated. you were so close, robby could feel it.

and just as he figured, you ended up cumming..on his beard.

he didn’t mind.

he resumed his masturbating while you watched as his hand worked quickly along his length. he’d sputter broken sentences and curses before finishing on your pussy.

“oh damn,” the man started “looks like i have to clean you up.” with a smug grin on face that told he wasn’t as remorseful as he sounded.

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oh my god. i have no words. LIKE??? rubbing his beard while driving 😵‍💫…NEED THATTTT!!

[thehopeofltall]

i feel like some of y’all should just say that you hate robby for no reason and move on, watching people trying to twist every single thing he does so it fits this narrative that they have in their head it’s tiring atp, you’re allow to watch this show with nuance but also understand that some things don’t have a double meaning and robby is not this conniving evil misogynist y’all paint him as

[pyraomen]

literally this!! i can’t stand the fandom’s takes/characterizations on robby OR langdon .. hell most of the characters. but i’m not gon dive deep into that before i get burned at the stake🫣.