HI BABIES. My name is T, and I'm a new writer. I used to write a lot in high school but then life got in the way I guess and med school wasn't really easy but a few months ago I saw The Pitt and it felt like I just,,HAD to get my writing out there, you know? I'm so grateful for whoever reads my work...it's just a great feeling to start writing again.
Most of my work is smut so minors do NOT interact with my account thank you!
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The Pitt
Jack Abbot
Jack has lost a lot in his life. He's not going to lose you too. Smut, mild angst.
"Look at me, sweetheart, please? Don't you wanna be good for me?" Missionary with Jack.
Jack doesn’t bring an extra pistachio pastry. He knows he’s fucked up. Flufffffff heheh
Vampire!Jack loves the smell of you on day1. Don't look at me
Pussy sliding. Inspired by @spookypeachpitt13 . That's it.
You're....loud in bed with Jack. He doesn't mind.
Jack Abbot x Samira Mohan
Guilty as Sin? Inspired by Taylor Swift. Angst, smut, you know. The works.
Michael Robinavitch
Something in his eyes confuse you tonight. He looks ... Unhinged. Barely there. Or, Robby loves anal with you after a hard day at work.
Pussy starved Robby. That's it
First person account of worshiping Robby's huge dick (self indulgent don't @ me)
It's been a long day. You're here to help. Sub!Robby
Your fucking tits. He thinks he's going insane. Robby is a tits guy, sorry 😔
Self insert mainly - my experience with sleep paralysis and Robby being a sweetheart.
ANGST. crybaby!Reader x standing up for herself.
ANGST. Finding Robby in the peds ward during his breakdown. Ouch
The pitt gift exchange! Robby gets an award, but the real one is right next to him.
P!link - An angry, angry Robby.
Robby x Jack x Reader
You have a very...low...orgasm threshold. And they love taking advantage of that.
Custom rhinestone panties. Enough said.
Their reaction to you walking up to them butt naked in heels.
John Shen
John hates his glasses. Until he doesn't. BDE Shen, what can I say.
Reverence. John shen x male reader
Dana Evans
Young barista x hot older nurse? Some steamy age gap, no smut (maybe smut in the future?)
CALL OF DUTY
SIMON RILEY
“I’m hungry, please” Simon fucks you dry. You’re really sorry.
Simon Riley and John Price get a bit... Competitive when they get their hands on you. Just a blurb but whew I think I need holy water.
"I want you. All the time". Angst, self insert mainly.
Simon "Ghost" Riley x John "Soap" McTavish
Mary on a Cross. Divorced!Simon x Virgin!Johnny. Yeah, it's cute. And hot. And aaaaahaahhhh
GOD OF WAR
Kratos
He loves eating you out...it's not a secret, really.
Price who pins you down with that heavy meaty weight of his body, thick cock buried deep inside, stretching your cunt open so good just like he used to. Got one of your thighs shoved up against your chest, fingers digging into the soft spill of your flesh, slow grinding of his hips dragging broken whimpers out of your throat that you hate yourself for making.
Years. Fucking years he was gone, vanished like smoke, and the second you finally started piecing yourself back together, he showed up at your door with that same damn cigar between clenched teeth and (cruel) blue eyes that always saw too much.
“Missed this tight cunt,” he grunts, voice rough as honeyed gravel, beard scraping your neck as he bites down, sucking a fresh mark into your skin. “Knew you’d still open up for me.”
You whimper, fingers digging into his shoulders, half pushing him away and half pulling him closer. He feels it, chuckles low, the sound vibrating through his chest into yours as he grinds deeper, the fat head of his cock kissing that spot that makes your vision spark white.
“Shh, easy love,” he murmurs, all honey and smoke, the manipulative bastard. One big hand slides up to cup your jaw, thumb pressing into your bottom lip to keep your mouth open for him, dirty fingers pushing down onto your slick tongue. “Don’t fight it. You were never good at pretending you didn’t need this.” and you hear the need me go unsaid, implied.
He pulls out almost all the way, just the tip stretching your slick hole, then slams back in hard enough to punch the air from your lungs. “Look at you. Already creaming on my cock again. Bet no one else could make you this wet, could they?”
His pace picks up, heavy balls slapping against you with every thrust, the wet obscene sound of it filling the room alongside your desperate gasps. He’s watching your face the whole time- hungry, possessive, a little mean.
Trying so hard to ignore the look in his eyes that says he knows exactly how much he wrecked you when he left, and exactly how easily he can do it again.
⤷ 𝓷𝓼𝓯𝔀. 𝟏𝟖+. clit play. p in v. multiple orgasms. 𝟸.𝟷𝓀
“mhm, i don't think s’gonna fit, baby,”
teasing. leon’s teasing. he has to be after he’s spent hours slowly working you open. making you come on his tongue and fingertips, making you drip until your cunt is soaked and puffy, all so you can take him like you want to but he just keeps teasing you and it’s torture
soft sheets stick to your sweaty back where you're laid out in the middle of your bed with your thighs spread and held down by leon’s large hands pressing into the backs of them. he looks huge towering over you, broad shoulders, rippling muscles and his big cock nestled against your aching and very empty pussy
“it will—you said so—please,” you babble mindlessly while you clench around nothing as if that will somehow prove that you’re ready for him. if you aren’t prepared by now then you simply never will be and the latter doesn’t bare thinking about when you need him to fuck you so desperately
leon’s big everywhere, it’s no secret to anyone really, but his cock had to have been crafted by some kind of god. even as he’s grinding along your core, there’s more of him not touching you at any given moment because of his size. he’s long and thick, a double whammy and more than you could have ever dreamt of
“i don’t know,” leon hums, long and drawn out whilst he tips his chin to his chest to look at the spot where your bodies meet. his fingers brush over the backs of your thighs, soothing trembling muscles in a way that only he could manage to do while he’s being so cruel, “don’t want to split you in half, sweetheart,”
you moan wantonly at the idea of it. being fucked full and broken in two on his cock. you want it—no, you need it. writhing against the sheets and begging is getting you nowhere, so you try a slightly different approach instead, “just the tip then, please,” you whimper and tickle your nails against his wrists
for the first time since he spread you wide, leon falters. a groan rumbles through his chest like thunder and his hips buck involuntarily, making his balls slap against your soft skin, “fuck—yeah, okay,” he mumbles under his breath, like you’re not supposed to hear it, and finally starts to pull his hips back
his cock slips down the center of your cunt, aided by the sheer amount of slick that’s coating your skin, and as the fat head of him slots against your hole, you suck in a harsh breath through your teeth. though, when leon still doesn’t give you what you want, you release it in a whiny, “please, please, plea—oh god,”
begs turn into sobs the second leon suddenly presses into you and stretches you around the tip of his cock. it aches in the best way possible and has your back arching away from the mattress as you fight against leon’s hands to squirm and force yourself further down his length
“not god but close enough,” leon grunts as you tighten like a vice, stuck somewhere between trying to pull him closer and push him out at the same time. he’s struggling too and you know it, the urge to sink into you is written in the furrowing of his eyebrows and his cock is twitching with anticipation
it’s not nearly enough to satisfy either of your needs though, just the tip of him was never going to be enough, but as your lips part and a beg for more sits right on the tip of your tongue, you look up at leon and see the smirk spreading across his face and you know exactly what it means straight away, “i can’t,” you pout
leon shrugs, “you can and you will, angel,” he rasps before he leans forwards slightly and spits directly onto your clit. you whine as one of his hands leaves your thigh and then moan when the calloused pad of his thumb spreads his saliva over where you’re very sensitive, “come like this, then i’ll fuck you, promise,”
electricity fizzles up your spine and shudders through your shoulders while you realise that he’s going to drag this out even longer. he’s going to make you come again and there’s nothing that you can do about it—not that you even want to try when you know that he’ll make it feel so good
your eyes pinch shut and your stomach tenses as his rough swipes turn into soft circles, going around and around your bundle of nerves, which causes your cunt to flutter around him. heat erupts in your stomach, a fire that’ll build quickly because it always does when leon’s the firestarter
“you’re just too small sweetheart, need to make sure you can definitely take me,” leon sighs condescendingly and you can feel his eyes on you, studying you, even though yours are still shut and you can’t actually prove that he's looking at you but somehow, you just know
he's good with his hands, he knows what he's doing, so the slide of his thumb over your clit is easy. all you have to do is lay there and take it, focus on the feeling that’s already beginning to coil tight and you’ll come in no time, especially if leon keeps talking filthy whilst burning holes into you
“fuck—wish you could see how tight you are, pretty little hole strugglin’ to take just the head of my cock,” leon murmurs as he ghosts his thumb down the center of your cunt. you huff over the loss of his touch but it’s back within a second and it’s devastating
his fingertip still goes in a circle but this time he’s tracing around the spot where your pussy is squeezing his cock. your delicate skin against his velvety skin, both wet and sticky with your slick and his precome as it leaks out of you. it’s filthy and it makes your head spin
you can’t help but sniffle and rake vicious lines over his wrist, the one that you can still reach and dig your nails into while he teases, and he returns the touch with a bruising hold on your thigh which makes your eyes flutter open, “ruin me, break me—please—just do anything,” you beg up at him
leon’s cock kicks and his jaw clenches, “yeah?” he grunts afterwards and then his thumb is back on your clit and rubbing harsher, uneven, circles, “fuck you full, make you bulge with my cock, mold your cunt to only take me, ruin you for everyone else?” he rambles through deep growls
“yes—fuck yes—you already have!” you wail while your thighs tremble and your clit throbs under his assault. there’s nothing nice in his movements anymore, it’s devolved into a driven need that’s dirty and abrasive and you love it even as it starts to become too much, too fast
everything in your body is screaming no as you hurtle towards another orgasm, the number of which is unknown because you lost the ability to keep count of them hours ago, but you can’t stop and you won’t stop while the ache in your stomach multiplies and your legs try to pull together, though leon won’t let them
“close, angel?” leon asks lowly and you could hear the smirk in his tone even if you couldn’t see it. you nod frantically in response, unable to use any of your words because of him, “yeah? you’re doing so good—fuck, you’re so good, letting me use you like this,” he groans, each word getting you closer
your chest begins to heave, panting in short, desperate breaths as leon’s thumb starts to swipe back and forth quickly over the tip of your twitching clit. you’re right there, teetering on the edge, ready to let bliss take ahold as your brain turns to mush. you just need one final little push and then—
“come baby, come for me,”
it’s such a simple order and yet, your body listens to it before you even have the chance to process it. the coil snaps and you choke on a sob while your entire body tenses and then shudders. your nerve endings burn in every part of your body, a white hot heat that spreads like a wildfire
somewhere distant is leon’s voice is ringing in your ears with a trickle of soft praises, “there you go, that feels better, huh?” he coos and strokes featherlight hearts—you think—into the outside of your thigh. when he let them snap shut, you don’t know, “uh huh—fuck look at you,”
around his cock your cunt has clamped down and pushed him out, leaving your hole empty again but you can’t find it in yourself to care when leon is wringing your orgasm for all that it’s worth by still brushing sporadic circles over your clit until you knock his hand away with a heavy feeling hand
“oh my god,” you whimper and then shiver through the last of the little aftershocks before you wriggle, “you promised,” you whisper, your tone laced with exhaustion while you remind him of the deal that he made and make it known that you do still want him to fuck you properly
leon chuckles as he leans over you and kisses your bottom lip just once before he pulls away. it’s sloppy and probably a little gross but it makes your cheeks flush anyway, “ready, sweet girl?” he asks and nudges his cock against your wet little hole, barely letting himself slip inside before he pulls back
“yes—please!” you blurt, much louder than you meant to but leon is far too focused on pressing into you to realise it. a silent gasp scratches your throat as he gives you back what you already had, the stretch is no longer there but your back still lazily curves away from your sheets over it
he goes slowly, excruciatingly slowly. each centimetre of his length has your jaw dropping further, while you stare up at him with big, wet eyes. every vein that’s strung around his cock drags against your fluttering walls and nothing else could ever compare to that feeling—a feeling that only leon can give you
once he’s half way in, you quickly feel full. it’s like your body simply has nowhere else for him to go because he’s already occupying every space, filling every spot and grinding against it no matter how sensitive it is. that, however, doesn’t stop your pussy from trying to pull him in
“sweeth—fuck—s’like you’re sucking me in,” leon hisses through clenched molars. his muscles are starting to tense and any composure that he had is slipping away rapidly but he’s held on for so long that you can’t blame him, even if it is his own fault, “shit—oh my god, fuck,” he groans
the last inches of his cock seem to sink into you quicker than the first ones did. whether it’s because you really are sucking him in or because he just doesn’t have the capacity to go slowly anymore, you really don’t care whilst your room gets filled with soft whimpers and deep grunts that sound like a song
that is, until leon bottoms out and nails your cervix
everything goes fuzzy. your vision, your nerves, your veins. you’re blindsided and blacking out whilst your pulse pounds against your eardrums and every colour of the rainbow bursts behind your eyes. you’re frozen, stuck in your mind while an orgasm rips through your system like a hurricane
it feels like lightning in every one of your limbs, seizing sore muscles and forcing a wrecked yelp from your lips. you've never felt anything like it and you're not sure you'll ever get close to it ever again. it's like a high that you don't want to chase
“oh—oh, are you coming, again?” leon’s asking but you can’t reply more than a stiff nod and a shove at his hip because he was right, it’s too much and you can’t take him all at once. he goes easily though, pulling out of you carefully whilst he hums a sympathetic, “good girl,”
losing all of his touch at once is horrid but you're too overstimulated for him to risk giving you anything whilst you writhe underneath him and even though you hate feeling empty in the moment, you'll thank him for it later
“too much,” you slur your words after sometime. your heart is still thumping in your chest and your eyelids are too heavy to open but it’s all made better by leon hovering over you and peppering soothing kisses to your burning cheeks, “too much,” you repeat, causing leon to hum and smile against your skin
“i know baby, i’m just far too big for you,”
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a/n i proofread this badly because i’m so exhausted so if there’s any mistakes, please ignore them, thank yew, i love you !!!! 𑣲
cw: smut (mdni, 18+), period sex, period symptoms, fingering (f rec), period blood as lube
wc: 800ish
a/n: reader is wearing period panties even though I have no experience with them, but I don’t want to have a tampon flying around in this fic, and I personally dislike pads.
also, I think this is my first period sex fic??? I remember writing one or two within the last year, but I don’t think I ever finished one. correct me if I’m wrong
now playing: River – Leon Bridges
It’s 7:34 AM when Jack comes home. For once, he is on time. The 12-hour shift lasted exactly 12 hours, no sudden emergencies or catastrophes forcing him to stay longer.
The first thing he notices is how high the heat is in the apartment. Jack sweats a little after only a minute inside. He kicks off his shoes and advances further into the home he shares with you.
A half-empty mug sits in the sink, the tea cold now. Jack peers at the label and frowns softly as he sees that it is raspberry leaf—your go-to herbal pain relief for cramps.
The kettle is still warm when he presses his fingers against it.
He walks up to your bedroom. The door is slightly ajar, and the soft sounds of the TV on low volume spill out into the hallway.
Jack finds you curled up on the bed, with your lips pressed together tightly and the hot water bottle resting on your lower tummy. Your face is buried in his pillow.
“Hey,” he whispers and leans down to kiss your forehead.
Your eyes flutter open, a little hazy and unfocused, slightly reddened from tears spilled earlier.
“Hi,” you manage to mumble.
“Bad day, hm?” Jack asks quietly.
He sits on your side of the bed and plays with your hair in an attempt to soothe you.
“Yeah,” you whisper.
“You talk to that gynecologist yet that I—“
You interrupt him with a glare. Now is not the time to talk about doctor visits.
“Okay,” he murmurs. “Got it.”
For a while, he just stays with you and smooths his palm over your head, whispering soft reassurances.
When a bad cramp hits, and your entire body tenses up, Jack winces sympathetically.
“C’mon, sweetpea,” he instructs softly. “Scoot over. Cuddle time.”
He spoons you from behind, one arm slung over your waist while the other snakes under your shoulder. His lips press against the back of your head.
“You take any painkillers yet?” he asks.
“Of course.” The ache makes your tone a little sharper. Jack forgives you instantly.
“Okay,” he replies and kisses your cheek.
His arm slides from your side to your lower tummy, applying gentle pressure over the tensing muscles. The warmth of his skin seeps into yours, easing the pain just a little.
Jack watches as your face relaxes a bit.
“That okay, sweet girl?” he mumbles and rubs his nose against the back of your head.
You nod silently. He tightens his arms around you until you melt right back into him.
Sleep doesn’t come for either one of you. Jack worries too much as your body tightens and shivers through the cramps. He just wants to help in any way he can.
He lets his hand wander from your lower tummy, just dipping down a little further until the tips of his fingers brush against the waistband of your panties.
“Jack?” you murmur.
You’re exhausted. Tired. A little out of it.
“It’s okay, sweetpea,” he answers. There’s a light rasp to his voice.
“I got you. Gonna make it better.”
His fingers drift below the waistband of your panties—your muscles clamp together.
“Jack, what are you doing?” you question.
He shushes you gently.
“I’m just helpin’, baby,” he mumbles. “Just helpin’ with the cramps.”
He feels the dampness in the curls that protect your folds, the blood that clings to your skin. His middle finger teases your slit, picking up some of that wetness as he swipes through your cunt.
“Let me help you,” he whispers.
He finds your clit with two fingers and slowly starts to circle it. His lips press against your cheek, soothing you tenderly.
A soft moan tumbles from your lips, making Jack smile.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, sweetpea?”
You nod, whining needily in response.
He keeps his touch gentle, just massaging your bundle of nerves for now. You’re in enough pain as it is; he won’t give you his fingers until you’re a little more relaxed.
Instead, he uses his free hand to slide under your sleep shirt and cup your breast. He feels the tenderness, the swollen tissue, and sighs pitifully.
“I got you, just relax,” he whispers.
His fingers keep swiping over your clit, easing you off towards an orgasm. Your face scrunches up beautifully, brows drawing together in bliss. For a moment, all cramps are forgotten as Jack guides you over the edge.
You cum softly—not so hard that it might disrupt the peaceful cocoon he’s been working hard to spin around you, but enough that your body releases happy hormones, which ease the cramps naturally.
Jack coos faintly and presses a kiss to your sweaty forehead.
“Better?” he whispers.
You nod, eyes half-lidded.
Jack smiles and pulls his hand from your panties, dismissing the blood underneath his nails completely.
“Good. Just what the doctor ordered, hm?”
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"My advice to young multi-cultural talent coming in is to just keep going…I think like, really believe in yourself, and trust that if you keep going, and you keep working on your craft, it'll come. You just need to keep going."
"Robby won't see your post telling him to kill himself but your depressed friends will"
what if I'm depressed and don't want my illness equated to a decision to bully and harass people with less power than me? what if my depressed friends are brown women who've been bullied and harassed by a white man who excuses it because of his mental health?
As a brown doctor who has been humiliated by her seniors.
It's very easy not to. I've been suffering from suicidal tendecies and depression for YEARS. Not ONCE have i berated a junior. Yes, this is a show
Yes, the plot asks of it.
That's not why people are angry
No one's angry at *Robby, the character
People are repeatedly annoyed at N*ah Wy*e for dismissing her role as a WRITER of the show. People were up in arms about Jon snow dying and that was "fun" fandom moment but when brown women say they didn't like the treatment they receive in Hollywood shows somehow it's "baby's first fandom"????????????????
F.o.
I'm sick and tired of us being the stereotype. The "overworked, overachiever" brown woman. I want us to be soft and cared for. I want to see us be desired romantically. I want to see ships which center US as the romantic lead.
Mohabbot was one of the ONLY times I've heard of a ship where there's a brown woman (kanthony being the other one). It's heartbreaking, both romantically AND story- wise. They could've shown it's okay for brown women to not burn themselves out for external validation. They couldve told us that DESPITE a white man humiliating you, you ARE good at your job. They could've done SO much with her story.
