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will not be super active on here today probably. family emergency :((

will not be super active on here today probably. family emergency :((

Do I ever. There’s not any one in particular that jumps to my mind, especially for a general ask like this, but let me list out some people who’s blogs I am frequently checking in on (i hope yall don’t mind me tagging you, but if so just lmk 🫶🏻)

For characters such as Dr. Abbot (The Pitt), Dr. Robby (The Pitt) & Pope Cody (Animal Kingdom), and many others!

@bbuuunnyyy, @robinavitchslut, @robinavitchgf, @rr-after-dark, @groovyangelkisses, @gxtitobxby, @pinkandblueblurbs, & @popepout. Super recommend taking a peak around their blogs! I eat up everything they put out!

If you fuck with fauxcest and characters like Dean Winchester (SPN), Jack Abbot (The Pitt), Frank Langdon (The Pitt), and most Jon Bernthal characters, but most especially Frank Castle (Punisher):

@honeyroots all day. I’m heavily emphasizing that you need to read her rules and such because she’s got a specific niche imo and it’s definitely not for everyone (and that’s okay!)

For Soldier Boy (The Boys)/Jensen, as I fear that’s most of my fan base:

Darling angels such as @scrmqwn, @plasticflowersinahistorycemetery, & @slashedgutz are always a go. They’ve all got some awesome stuff. Also going to plug melly’s writing for Shane Walsh bc I eat that up too!!

He stands all nervous and polite when you saunter in, his jacket folded over your arms. You stand real close to him as you thank him, push your arms together so he gets a nice eyeful of your cleavage as he tilts his head down to keep eye contact with you. He can’t help but stare as you walk out, your ass bounces so beautifully he has to pay attention to it.

“You finally replace wife number one with a newer model?”

Sammy glares at him over his shoulder, tossing the jacket on the desk. “Man shut the fuck up.”

“Nah, seriously, where’d you meet such a hot chick?”

“And how the hell did you trick her into goin out with you?”

“We’re not goin out, dickheads. She works at the club we raided last night. I loaned her my jacket. That’s it.”

“The strip club? Ohh man, Sammy’s gotta stripper making house calls.”

“Fuck off.”

“Nah nah nah. You can’t wear this jacket anymore, man. Look at all this glitter.”

“Oh yeah. If he wears that thing home Tammi’ll finally leave his ass for real.”

“Wait wait wait. Gimme, I wanna smell,” Sammy’s partner holds the jacket to his nose, then groans. “God strippers always smell so goddamn good. You should keep this somewhere safe.”

“You should mind you own fucking business. Gimme that.” Sammy snatches the jacket back and holds its protectively in his grip. The detective holds up his hands defensively.

“Sorry, man. Didn’t know you were on your period.” The bullpen erupts with laughter and Sammy laughs mockingly, rolling his eyes.

“Whatever. Why don’t you get back to work?” Sammy sits back down heavily. The group loses interest in their teasing and go back to their own desks too, some still chuckling and making crude comments. Sammy rubs the material of his jacket between his fingers, resisting the urge to lift it to his nose the way his partner had. He does slip his hand into his pocket though, finding the slip of paper you’d written your name and number on. Before he can really think about it, or think about his wife, he slips it into his pocket.