Consider: terrible-at-being-a-sugar-baby reader. She gets that he’s supposed to buy her stuff, and she lets him! It’s just that the stuff she wants is mostly snacks and experiences. A new bakery opened downtown and she HAS to try half the case. Doesn’t she deserve an $18 cold pressed juice? She has to go to the aquarium with him - they serve cocktails now and she wants to get day drunk with him and look at jellyfish.
A purse? A dress? Ok, if he wants, but can they go to that new sushi spot after and order irresponsibly?
Your choice of Daddy.
✶ match box 14 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: andrew 'pope' cody x 'sugar baby' fem!reader, 1.3k wc, fluff, pope being down bad,
→ a/n: no idea if you meant this as a regular request or a event one but here it is!
Pope had more money from jobs than he knew what to do with.
He didn't blow it on drugs like Craig, he didn't care to open his own business like Deran and hell who knows what Baz spent his cuts on cause it sure as hell was never Lena. Pope is the one who would buy Lena anything her little heart wanted and well there was nothing material anyway that he really desired so he was still stuck with money just sitting around.
He had heard about sugar baby's before when he was locked up and while he didn't exactly like the idea of being a "Sugar Daddy" — cause it felt like a term more meant for creepy old men who want a younger girlfriend and paying them is the only way they can get one. He figured it never hurt to at least look for one, find someone who would use the money instead of it just collecting dust in a bank or a safe.
He's a little picky as he looks through this slightly sketchy site about women in search of sugar daddy's. They're just about all offering their sexual services in turn for money, and none of that appeals to him. That feels too close to prostitution anyway and he's not looking for that part of the arrangement. Just as he is about to X out of the site and give up his eyes catch on you.
He's recognizes you, he's seen you around at Deran's bar and found himself quite attracted to you but when his younger brother caught him staring one too many times he got kicked to the back office so that he'd "Stop scaring the customers". He figured you were out of his league anyway with how damn gorgeous you were and those should be reasons enough for him not to click…his cursor moves anyway.
His breath hitches a second at the pictures you chose to display on the site, he's never seen you very dressed up. The few times he has seen you around you are more casual clothes, in the profile pictures you chose you are in figure hugging dresses and little skirts that make Pope's face a little flush now. It says in the bio you made the profile as a joke while drunk at a party with friends but decided to keep it up for the fun of it, he can't help the small jealously he feels over other men sending you money. However seeing as it was only created 2 days ago he hopes no one has, cause he thinks he's officially found his sugar baby.
It's a little easier than he thought to actually get the courage to speak to you, he messaged you on the site and the two of set up a coffee meeting. Maybe you don't recognize his last name when he tells you cause you don't react but you agree to be his sugar baby. He's grateful you don't exactly ask where he gets all the money he spends on you comes from, since when he's not working a job he is with you.
The part he doesn't expect though is that you don't seem to ask for the typical things he thought sugar babies asked for. He more than willing to spend hundreds to thousands of dollars on new purses, new shoes, makeup, new clothes for you. And I mean he does buy you those things on his own when your eye catches on something in the window as you two walk down the strip of stores, handing it to you with an faint smile. You accept it graciously with a "Thank you Pope i love it" and a kiss to his cheek that has him stuttering for a second as he whispers "You're welcome…" waiting on his heart to cool it with the thumping in his chest. But the stuff you actually ask him for are a bit more odd? The two of you end up going on more or less little dates instead of shopping sprees.
"Pope I wanna try out this new bakery" and he's already buckling you into the passenger seat of his truck and headed there. When he wipes frosting off the corner of your mouth with his thumb and you smile at him all dopey high on all the sugar you've consumed he knows he's gone.
"There's this new exhibit at the aquarium and they have themed cocktails after 5 can we go pleaaasee Popey?" You begged him oh so sweetly one afternoon over the phone and he's already springing up so fast from the patio table outside that Craig asked him if something bit him in the ass. Don't tell his brothers but he liked walking by your side through the rows of tanks filled with colorful fish and beautiful creatures. Drinking fruity little blue drinks with those silly shark gummies til you are a giggling mess clinging on his arm telling him how pretty he is and how grateful you are for him.
When you wanna try this ridiculously expensive healthy juice spot he takes you, even if he scrunches his nose up at all the options. When he notices you can't decide between two he tells you "We can get them both, whichever you like least I'll just drink" with a shrug, you wrap your arms around his bicep and coo a thank you at him. He pays 30 dollars for both of your drinks without blinking an eye, sitting outside at one of their tables outside as you taste test them both.
You choose the sweet strawberry and raspberry one over the greens one and even if it's a little gross Pope drinks the latter like he said he would. When you accidentally sputter out some of the liquid, the juice coating your lips cause he made you laugh a little too hard with his facial expression as he drinks his sludge — he absentmindedly reaches over to wipe the red staining your pout. Same as at the bakery only this time you pop his thumb in your mouth to lick the sweet mess off it and Pope's eyes go a little wide as they stare at your mouth.
The two of you have only so much as held hands for a not long enough time or you will hold onto his arm, but now more than anything he desperately wants to kiss you. I mean you've given him pecks on the cheek or his nose and a few times he's let himself be indulgent and he has kissed the back of your hand. Actually kissing you, on the lips has been something he hasn't allowed himself.
His train of thought is derailed when you slip your mouth off his finger and giggle out a "What?" He shakes his head in attempt to clear it and looks down like the table and your to-go cups of juice are much more interesting and mutters out a small dismissive "Nothing"
Bending to your every whim comes far too easily to him cause he's a little too whipped already for you, he even does things for you without you asking. Sends you money for your nails when you complain they've grown out too long and you need them redone, pays your rent for you without so much as you bringing it up, he even finds other experiences for the two of you to do together that he thinks you' ll like.
He just has to remind himself each time to not let too much affection slip, you're his sugar baby after all not his girlfriend…and suddenly he sort of regrets this arrangement he started a bit.
→ a/n: had no idea where to take this and still wrote 1.3k words bc its pope…and yet i feel like i wrote nothing lmao idk how i feel about this but i love this idea at the same time.
Sammy hated getting home late, but not at all for the reasons he used to. Tammi used to hound him when he’d come back home later than the time he told her. Now instead he usually comes home to you waiting up on him excited to hear about his shift and give him sweet kisses as your fingers rake through his auburn curls.
Even if you’re so sleepy that your heavy eyes can’t help fluttering shut as you nearly fall asleep in his arms while he carries you to bed.
Him coming off work this late at night is a rare occurrence however so he is not too surprised when he opens the front door and finds you curled up asleep on the couch. A faint smile spreads on his face as he takes in your sleeping form, your frame drowning in an oversized t-shirt of his.
After stripping himself of his holster and keys he walks over to shake you lightly awake but is stopped when you stir in your sleep. Tossing and turning to face away from the edge of the couch and laying more on your stomach, your leg bent at the knee as you prop it up. The moving coupled with the new position you were laying in had caused the shirt to hike up, revealing your panties.
Sammy should be a good husband and pull it down and carry you off to your shared bedroom like usual, you had already let a blissful sleep take over you and he was exhausted.
Yet his body doesn’t move now that his eyes are glued to the way the fabric clings to your mound, the underwear outlining the shape of your pussy. His cock clubbing up in his uniform pants at the sight, it wouldn’t hurt to wake you up for a little fun before bed right? He just missed his girl so bad and he needs you.
As carefully as possible he climbs onto the small free edge of the couch pressing himself to your back as he wraps an arm around your torso to pull you in closer.
His hips rut up against your ass lightly as he stretched his other arm out under his head for it to lay on, his nose pressed to your hair. The scent of his body wash wafts off your body now that he’s close enough to smell it and it only drives him crazier. “Hey baby” he whispers in your ear softly, while pushing your hair off your neck. When you only let out a groggy little moan at his words and the friction as he pushes his bulge up against your ass further.
His humping has bunched the shirt further up, his belly pressing to your bare back now. “Angel, i’m home” he raises his voice a little louder now, his cock twitching in his boxers when you stir and turn to look at him. “Sammy…?” your soft sleepy voice only makes his dick leak into his boxers further. Your rub at your eyes while turning to face him as they adjust to the dim orange light of the lamp on the side table that fills the room.
“Hi honey” he coo’s smoothing a hand down your arm. You give him a dopey smile before leaning up to kiss at his nose.
As you become a bit more awake and the closer you press to his front to peck at his face you feel his bulge pressed to your thigh. “Want help with that handsome?” you question, eyes flicking to between his legs. He shakes his head yes as his hands grab at your hips to wrap your legs around his waist before he’s rolling the two of you over so you are pulled beneath him.
With a grind down against your now dampening panties, “Always want your help honey, missed you ‘s much baby” he pants out.
Yeah Sammy much prefers getting this reaction to being late.
request: dennis whitaker x reader and they get reaaally loud👀so loud to the point that they neighbors have started to complain…
✶ match box 13 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: dennis whittaker x fem!reader, 700 wc, smut | 18+ , nicknames [sweets, honey, angel]
Ever sense moving out of Trinity’s and getting his own apartment Dennis and you have seemed to forget how to have quiet sex.
It used to be deep but slow thrusts to avoid the echoing sound of skin slapping against each other, moans muffled and swallowed by the other's mouth. Hushed whispers of how good you feel, how well you’re taking him, how close he is to cumming in your ear. But without a roommate down the hall — who still definitely heard more than she ever wanted to — you and Dennis are quite loud.
Your face shoved into the pillows does nothing to stop your moans from bouncing off the walls.
"Fuck!" you cry out when his hips meet your ass in a practically rough thrust that pushed your body up on the bed. "Fuck 'm sorry sweets you just feel so good" he groans out, his fingers tightening their grip on your hips to pull you back. "Taking me so gooood though Angel, fuuccck" he whines out dragging his vowels as his eyes stare at where your pussy clings to his cock. A milky ring had already formed at the base of his cock and he was a little transfixed by it. When he pulls back this time and his hips snap forward his tip hits your g-spot at just the right speed and you let out a loud wanton moan.
"Shit honey, moan any louder and I think our neighbors will complain" he chuckled softly, gathering you in his arms to press your back to his chest. Wrapping one arm up to stretch's across your shoulders, one hand remaining on your hip he positions in and out of you. This new position at least stops the headboard from repeating banging against the bedroom wall.
"Don't care, not when you feel so good Den" you whimper out, and throw your head back as your eyes screw shut.
"What you want them to hear how well your boyfriend fucks you angel?" He teases in a low whisper against your ear. His hips speed up and with each thrust his cock hits that blissful spot over and over. Your stomach knotting up as you clench around him, your orgasm fast approaching.
"Fuck baby 'm gonna cum" you moan out, hands failing behind you to grab onto Dennis for stability.
"Cum for me sweets come on" he coos, fingers slipping down your body and through your soaked folds to find your aching clit. A string of loud curse words fall from your lips, Dennis cupping his free hand over your mouth to muffle them some. "Shhh Angel… 's okay baby cum on my cock" he groans out, his own orgasm closely behind yours with the way your cunt is squeezing down on his cock.
With one final deep hard thrust inside you cum hard around him, a sob of crude levels raking through your body fills the room. Dennis's hand hardly doing a thing to tamper the sound. "That's it baby" he praised.
His own orgasm is rung out of him shortly after a few extra frantic ruts of his hips against your ass.
After Dennis cleans you up and your drag your exhausted body to pee, you are quick to fall into a sleepy mess of entangled sweaty limbs on the bed. Falling asleep against his chest after you whisper a raspy "I love you baby" against his skin.
When Dennis heads out for work that morning, he kisses your forehead and whispers a goodbye. You were still knocked out and he knew there was no point to waking you.
When he opens the front door and a post it falls down. He furrows his brows at it before bending down to pluck it off the ground, reading it in his head.
“For the love of god, please quiet down or next time we will complain to the building manager.” His face blooms with heat and he pockets the note in his scrub pants before leaving the building with his head down a bit, even if he does have a small proud smile. He'll show you when he's back home and the two of you hopefully can get a good laugh out of it. But maybe you two should lower the decibel in the end, he's a bit worried about your voice after last night.
→ a/n: think I'm burning myself out on smut cause idk why this was hard to write like it took me a few days lmao tried to give it some lore idk.
For the event, I’d like to request either Dean or Castiel (whoever you feel more comfy writing for) with the classic “oh, let me help you put some sunscreen on” but then the little massage turns into something more trope! (And perhaps add a bit of spanking and dry humping/grinding 😳💦 )
Please and thank you!! ☺️🙏🏽
✶ match box 12 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: dean winchester x fem!reader, 600 wc, established relationship, fluff + smut | 18+, rubbing on sunscreen turns to groping + dry humping, nicknames [sweetheart, pretty girl].
— kinda forgot about the spanking…
It’s a very hard task for Dean to keep his hands to himself, he just can’t seem to manage it. It’s about 100 times worse in the summer, because he will use anything he can as an excuse for touching you. “Wait, there's a bug on ya’ hold on sweetheart” and instead of waving his hand at your arm or back where you’d think a bug would be to shoo it away, he’s slapping you square on the ass.
You yelp in surprise before turning to glare lightly at your boyfriend, “What? There was a bug” he shrugs with that cocky smirk he’s always got plastered on his face. “On my ass de? Really?” you chuckle softly.
Him rubbing sunscreen on you is worse though, you are laid out face down on one of the deck chairs outside the motel you and the boys were stopped at for a hunt. Wanting to soak up some sunlight before you headed out when he asked if you needed help with some SPF. Dean starts out doing it nice and normally, rubbing in between his palms for a second to warm it up before he’s running them down each of your arms to coat them in sun protection. Moving on to cover your back, starting at the top he massages the sun lotion into your shoulders causing content hums to leave your lips.
“That feel nice, pretty girl?” he questions as his hands trail down your sides, but by now however you are a little unaware of the fact the amount of sunscreen Dean did have on his hands is all absorbed into your skin. He should get more but he can’t be bothered to stop.
“Hmm thank you baby” you hum out as his hands drift lower down your back and rub at the knots in your muscles. Small moans fall from your lips that slip right down to Dean’s cock that swells up and twitches in interest as he presses forward with his weight a bit and continues to knead at your muscles.
After a minute or two in one spot he will move down and down and down, by this point he is rubbing his thumbs in circles at the small of your back and has moved so he is straddling your legs.
"Who knew I'd get a free massage out of just asking for some sunscreen" you giggle out softly, only getting a short hum in response from Dean. He's a bit more distracted now as your ass is under his aching cock and his hands have stoped rubbing at your skin. He can't help the way his hips rut forward up at the spot between your legs and against your ass cheeks as his hands stilted on your hips.
"Deann! We are outside" you hiss out softly as you lift your head and attempt to glare at him behind you, even if you make no move to stop him nor get up. You can practically hear the smirk to his voice as he says "It's alright sweetheart, nobody else around and all I'm doin' is massaging you, see?" His hands resume kneading at your flesh as his hips grind his bulge on your ass. A small whiny moan slips from your lips before you put your arms up infront of you and drop your head down on them to bury your face.
“Come on pretty girl, 's okay" he coos and continues to dry hump you. "Just be my lil' pillow princess and lay there f’ me” his palms smooth down your hips as he rocks against your ass.
→ a/n: not sure i like this i didn't really know what to write…
→ x fem!reader, short blurbs, sort of brief grief mention & age gap [jack], pregnancy mention [duh], little bit a smut cause well how else does one get pregnant??.
→ accidentally when editing cause I wanted to change the pics on the old / og version of this post answered it privately bc it was an inbox msg…luckily I restored my goggle doc and can reupload…
→ og request was from @iwishuweredead
Jack Abbot —
Jack had sort of resigned himself to the idea that he wasn't gonna have a kid. He and his wife had been trying when he was younger, had more of a deep yearning for a family and been able to keep up with the kid. Then well he lost his wife and he sort of thought maybe it was the universe’s way of saying he’s not meant for a happy family, it’s okay he’s worked through this in therapy.
Then in walked you, this pretty young thing who was a new night shift nurse and when you weren’t glued to Lena learning the in’s and out’s of the PTMC you were glued to Jack. You seemed drawn to him and from then on it he was gone for you. However you being young and quite fertile and being an insatiable bunny rabbit that never wants Jack to pull out and well…you get pregnant. It was kinda early on in your relationship and so you were a little scared that Jack didn’t want kids, he was in his late 40’s and didn’t already have one so you assumed he didn't want any and would leave you.
You cry and vent all this out to Jack, hormones and everything already running rampant when you tell him about the pregnancy and he is so so soft. He calms you down and proceeds to tell you about his wife and well now you're just a waterfall of tears. But after all the anxiety and crying, Jack is the absolute most cautious and gentle baby daddy ever.
Being the diligent doctor he is he has reminders set in his phone for you to take your prenatals, even if they go off when he’s at work he shoots you a quick text:
— prenatal time honey, gotta keep my two girls healthy! there’s some dinner for you two in the fridge by the way <3
Now does Jack know yet if you’re having a girl? No but it’s how his heart feels is right to refer to you and the human being growing in your belly as.
He also insists on you having the baby in the hospital, he’s not exactly opposed to a home birth I mean he is a doctor after all. He knows what to do but he’d rather you be around more than one medical professional in case anything goes awry, that poor old man can’t possibly handle losing the second love of his life and your baby.
Sammy Bryant —
Oh sweet sammy boy who wants to be a daddy so bad. He is beyond ecstatic when he walks into your shared bedroom after a long shift and is met with the little presentation you set up of a cute baby onesie, your positive pregnancy test, and a little bear on the bed. He’s not surprised I mean he did have you bent in the pro bone position, filling you up with load after load almost every night. He was very eager to make you a mommy and he is quite proud of himself.
Sammy’s favorite part of his days now consist of going on late night gas station runs for your odd pregnancy cravings and laying in bed with you discussing baby names, who’s eyes the baby will have, who’s nose, who’s feet (sammy swears it’ll be his)
He is practically beaming when you come into the station, belly all big as you grow his son or daughter and bring him his lunch he left at home. He is quickly up off his feet to bring you a chair to sit so he can dote on you and show off his pregnant beautiful wife a little. (sue him okay he’s a happy man)
Somehow Sammy gets far more anal about your safety once you’re pregnant, no walking alone at night, you’re not allowed to pick up anything that Sammy deems too heavy, he’s just grateful there are no stairs in your house he’d probably have a heart attack at work worrying himself grey.
Pope Cody —
Pope who deserves more than anybody to be a dad and boy do you deliver. You are just about as stubborn as Pope himself and even though you and him are dating and very clearly serious, when baz tells him no one would ever have a kid with him? Oh you’re happy to prove the bastard wrong, you are on Pope just about 24/7 after hearing that and you get pregnant shortly after.
Pope, ever worried about you when you’re in pain, immediately notices when your morning sickness starts up and he’s witnessed Smurf pregnant enough that he runs out to buy 4 different pregnancy tests in the blink of an eye. He sits on the edge of the tub while you take each test, rubbing soothing circles on your knee with his thumb. His eyes instantly glaze over with tears when the two of you watch those 2 lines appear on all four of the tests. Pope kissing you as tears burst out of both of you.
He is beyond protective about pregnant you, making you sit down when you get up to grab something saying he’ll get it for you, reminding you about vitamins and prenatals, making sure to always keep you hydrated even if you already pee just about every 10 damn minutes.
Pope who can’t help the dopey smile on his face when near the end of your pregnancy he walks in the house to find Lena putting stickers on your round belly, writing out baby girl and decorating it with butterflies and hearts. He supposed it’s fate that he grew up in a house almost full of boys that his will be filled with all girls and he can’t complain he loves all 3 of his girls.
And Andrew Pope Cody who already couldn't get enough of you before you were carrying his kids becomes glued to you after. Hands groping at your body, telling you how gorgeous you are growing his baby, how good of a mama you’ll be and how proud of you he is.
— the og of this post had like 2k notes and im annoyed i fucked up when trying to edit smth…
…thinking about licking the blood off of pope’s pretty face…
cw: 18+, sexual themes, making out, and well…i feel like blood and licking said blood is obvious…i’m a freak for pope i’m sorry.
holding his face still with a hand on his jaw you peck at his nose and lips softly to “kiss away the pain” like he asked. even if it was only a bloody nose from baz giving him an elbow to the face. pope is never one to ever deny a kiss from you.
his breathe hitched when you pull away and his eyes catch on his blood staining your pout. he should grab a tissue or a towel to just wipe his face and your mouth. but before he can move away to act and find one, you lick at your lips to clean them off. “baby…” he pants out.
the rest of his sentence is lost however when another drop of blood falls from his nose and your tongue pokes out to lap at it. you continue to lap at his face, cleaning the carnage of crimson from under his nose and his mouth.
a small strangled moan is pulled from him when your warm tongue flicks over his lips. his hands slide up under your shirt bunching it up as they find your waist. he squeezes your sides as he feels his cock swelling in his swim trunks. strings of his little gasps filling your ears, he’s not surprised much by your action so much as how much he likes it.
cats lick each others wounds especially when they are mates, so why is this any different.
he whines a bit when you let go of his face and pull away, blood still staining your parted lips. staring at you, his pupils blown darkening his eyes while you ask “all better andy?”
he nods a bit too eagerly, pulling you in closer. you smile a bit when his bulge presses to your front. “mhm…thank you baby, all clean now” he mumbles out, you beam up at him.
“you’re welcome handsome” you coo as his tongue pokes through the side of his cheek for a second as if he’s thinking.
it pops back out however to lick at your mouth before his lips crash against yours with fever. he slips it between your parted lips when you gasp softly. coating his tounge in the taste of nickel from his own blood.
you hum in content as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers running through his wet short hair. he groans lowly at your nails scratching his scalp and kisses you harder.
“s’ good to me baby, licking my wounds” he grumbles out as his hands trail up your body under the t-shirt. palms caressing your upper torso as his thumbs brush the underside of your breasts.
first version of this i wrote didn’t save so i had to rewrite it and im mad i lowkey liked the other better idk. anyway im sorry… AND TUMBLR WOULDN’T LET ME POST THIS WITH THE GIF OF HIM WET W/ BLOOD ON HIS FACE.
loves watching you especially when you work out so much he builds you a little gym in the garage so he can watch your hot girl treadmill walks while he boxes next to you then after follows you to the shower x
thank you!!
✶ match box 11 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: pope cody x fem!reader, 610 wc, fluff, small smut | 18+, shower sex, reader exercising described
The first thing Pope looks for in a new house after the two of you decide to move in together, is a place with a large garage space. He needs room not only for his boxing equipment but a little ‘hot girl’ — as you refer to it as — treadmill for you. You had recently picked up using one for daily exercise and it helped that Pope loved to watch.
He was always watching and unlike other people you never found it odd or off putting, you knew he did it in a protective way but also an intrigued way. Eyes tracking up your legs as they switch back and forth while you walk at a decent pace on the treadmill.
He's quick to move the object closer to his punching bag set up once you picked it up as a habit and we want to keep it near him. Even if he gets a bit distracted by you working out alongside him. Punching the heavy bag hard as his eyes are glued to the beads of sweat that slide down your forehead and land on your chest. You were wearing one of your favorite all black work out sets, Pope had picked out black basketball shorts to wear subconsciously to match you.
His favorite part of working out together however has to be getting to shower with you afterwards.
The second you decide you are finished, hitting the off button on the machine until it slows down and you step off, he is also done. Ripping off his gloves and quickly unraveling the wraps around his knuckles, his eagerness makes you chuckle a bit. Working faster at rolling them back up when he watches you walk off into the house with a little taunting sway to your hips as you go. After tucking away everything he’s used back into its rightful spots he is quick on your heel following you.
When he catches up to you in front of the bathroom door, he squeezes your hips softly while pulling you back against his chest. You let out a small giggly squeal at his action before his lips met your sweat coated neck. “Andyyy m’ all sweaty” you whine, trying to push his hands off you so you can head off to shower.
“Don’t care” he grumbles as he presses his hips forward against your back side. You moan out a gasp at the feeling of him lightly grinding his bulge on your ass. With his hold on your body he’s guiding the two of you into the bathroom finally and towards the shower. “We can wash off together sweet girl” he states before his lips leaving your neck and his hands start working at stripping you of each layer of clothing. Tugging your sweat soaked bra off, sliding your shorts down your legs along with your panties, throwing them off towards a laundry basket in the corner before he’d ridding himself of his own few layers.
As he is doing that you are given a small reprieve of his hold on you and you use that small time to turn on the shower. Setting it to a decent temp that the both of you enjoy. Pope offers you his hand for stability as you get into the glass shower, letting the warmth of the water hit your back while he joins you.
The bathroom is soon filled with your moans that bounced off the tiled walls of the shower you were pressed up against. Pope’s hips bouncing off your ass as he drilled into you from behind with a focused precision on your g-spot it was making your head spin. Little groans and strings of hushed curse words falling from his mouth the tighter your pussy clamped down on him.
→ a/n: realized after the fact i wrote like jack shit for dialogue…oops
cw: smut | 18+, x fem!reader, daddy & sweetheart prob used too much.
the second jack came home for his nap before shift, clad in only his camo print cargos and a black t shirt that stretched deliciously across his arms, his chest and his belly. you are on him.
crashing your lips against his in fever, your hands pawing at his pecs. “well good afternoon to you too baby” he chuckles into the kiss as he drops his shoulder letting his camo sack fall at the front door. “you look s’ good daddy m’sorry” you whine out against his mouth as his large arms wrap around your torso. “thank you baby” he hums.
“missed you so much sweetheart you were asleep when i left” groaning as he holds you tighter to his body while you lick into his mouth.
lifting you off the floor a tad he’s walking the two of you over to the couch, falling back with a small hmpf from the pain in his injured shoulder before pulling you to straddle his lap. “missed you more, are you sureee you havveeee to work tonight” you whine, dragging your words as your nails running up the back of his neck through his silver curls.
“yup still gotta work, sorry sweetheart” he smiles against your lips when you huff. “s’ okay baby daddy has some time before then” he coos, rubbing a hand down your back as you pull away from the kiss finally.
your spit slick swollen lips form a pout. “nuh-uh don’t gimme that, pouty girls don’t get daddy’s cock” he tsks watching as your quickly wipe the facial expression away, “sorry daddy” you grumble out.
“it’s okay baby, c’mere” he grabs at your cheeks, squishing your face to peck your lips softly. “gonna be my good girl?” he prompts, holding your face inches from his as your hands tug his tucked shirt out of his pants. you nod eagerly making the older man smirk, “there’s my girl”
jack lets you pull off his t-shirt, him yanking your sweat shorts off your legs before his hands returning to holding you on his lap. grabbing onto your hips and thumbs rubbing back and forth at your waist.
“you know was wondering where this shirt went” he comments referring to you wearing an over sized band shirt of his. it’s your favorite to lounge around the house in, you like being in jack’s colthes and smelling like him when he’s out. all you give him is a shy smile before his hands slink up your body pushing the shirt up to strip it off you.
his eyes catch on your bra, its a regular t-shirt bra but instead of a solid color it’s camouflage print that’s cupping your tits.
“well look at that sweetheart we match” he teases as your hips rut your aching soaked pussy against the camo covered bulge in his cargos.
tmi: i’m wearing a camo print bra and that’s why i thought of this. anyway i have a headache and i want jack abbot bad.
→ warnings: jack abbot x fem!reader, fluff & little of angst & tiny smut [very last one], jealous!jack duh [this accidentally turned into a bit of manipulative!jack too], nicknames [angel, sweetheart]
→ a/n: inbox msg!
Jealous!Jack whose jealousy isn’t expressed in a dramatic overt way like when he was younger. No he’s older and a little bit more mature than that, it comes out in a more subtle protective way. Whether you and him are dating or not it’s the same, either way he never will outright say he’s jealous.
He won’t say outloud that you are his but mentally he’s already staked his claim and nobody messes with what’s his.
Jealous!Jack who was trying his best to input something into the computer near the end of shift but he’s since abandoned it and forgotten what it was. Because by the nurses station there you stand talking to one of night shift's new male nurses. Normally he’d just sit and watch, making sure you’re safe as he shimmers with that little green-eyed monster named jealously on his back. So this shouldn’t be the cause for any concern nor possessiveness except that this kid is staring at you like he wants to eat you and Jack is just going to make sure you’re alright at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he heads over a small scowl on his face.
His hand finds the small of your back rubbing at it slightly to alert you he’s behind you and not startle you. “Hey angel, you need a ride home?” he questions, his gaze focused entirely on you when you turn mid conversation to look at him. He feels a sense of satisfaction at the way the nurse stutters a moment and stops his next sentence because you are no longer looking at him.
“Was just gonna take the bus, but if you’re offering” you shrug, a little smile on your face. Jack smirks when out of the corner of his eye the younger man throws in the towel and walks away. “Course sweetheart, go get ya’ stuff” he prompts with a head nod towards the lockers.
Jealous!Jack who lets you drag him from store to store in the mall simply because with the way you stick to his side he hopes it makes people assume you’re dating. He holds every shopping bag, he pays for you for your lunch at the foodcourt, gives his options on clothing you hold up. “Don’t you think that dress is a little short angel?” “Where the hell is the rest of those shorts?” “What about some tights under the skirt?” “Top seems a bit too tight maybe size up sweetheart”
He always makes sure to hold the bundle of bags behind your back, covering your ass as the two of you go up the escalator. His eyes tracking the men behind the two of you as you yap about which should be the next store. Him nodding along with a “Where ever you wanna go, S’ your day angel”
Jealous!Jack who thinks his heart finally stopped beating when you mention something about a boyfriend. He schools his expression even if it’s eating him up inside. Simply telling you “As long as he’s treatin’ you right sweetheart, i’m happy for you”
“Of course he is, and if he wasn’t i know my big strong protector would sort him out” you giggle, teasingly grabbing at his bicep lightly as you say ‘big strong’ and jack can’t help the smirk that grows on his face.
Jealous!Jack who shakes the hand of the man you now call boyfriend with a firm dad like tight grip. Telling him it’s nice to finally meet him even if his face is telling a different story.
When he overhears your boyfriend tell you Jack hasn’t stopped giving him little glares all dinner and it’s annoying him, he smiles as you defend him. “He’s just protective, stop being so weird and be nice” you’d scoff at him before returning to the living room where you sit back down next to him leaving your boyfriend to sit alone in the empty arm chair.
Jealous!Jack that plants little seeds of doubt about your relationship. How your boyfriend doesn’t seem to protect you when walking places, he just stalks ahead and hopes you’re still trailing behind. Knowing you think of how Jack is always right at your side when you walk somewhere together and stays on the side of the sidewalk facing traffic. He tells you how you shouldn’t be the one planning dates or asking for flowers, your boyfriend should know to do it. Hoping you remember how Jack brought you your favorite flowers on your birthday after only hearing you talk about them once, and how he’s the one planning things you like to do for your hang outs.
Jealous!Jack who consoles you when you come crying to him about you fought with your boyfriend and he broke up with you. Holding you to his chest as you sob, petting you head and shushing you softly, “It’s okay sweetheart, he didn’t deserve you anyway” he coos and smirks when you cling on tighter to his body.
Jealous!Jack who when he finally has you beneath him a blabbing fucked out mess, can’t stop muttering “Mine, all mine, finally fucking mine angel” as his hips bounce off yours. “Yeah ya’ my girl now sweetheart?” All you can do is repeatedly nod, his cock hitting your g-spot with damn near sniper precision pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Need to hear you say it baby”
“All yours jack, only yours, fuck don’t stop” you cry out, hands pawing at his stomach. Your words finally end that lingering little green-eyed menace that’s plagued him from the first day he saw another man flirting with you.
→ a/n: not really proofread lol — check out my other jack hcs on this mlist!
hellooo, first of all I wanted to say congrats for your 3k (almost 3.5k :p) you really deserve it I think you’re an amazing writer <333 and I wanted to request for the perfect match event sammy bryant x reader with the n° 59 in the 75 smut prompts list, I was thinking about something fluffy (and smutty ofc) with reader and sammy who have being dating for a bit after his divorce and yeah it’s just his raging breeding kink speaking gotta love baby trapper sammy but that’s just an idea wtv inspires you really (:
— not gonna lie…i forgot about the fluffy part + idk how i feel about this but i hope you enjoy!
You and Sammy have been fucking like bunnies ever since getting together. He hadn’t been getting much from Tammi before their divorce besides the attempts at making Nate. Now that he’s a free man and has you, he’s a bit insatiable. So when you’re in the midst of a heavy make out session (probably about your 5th this week) and he reaches over to his nightstand drawer to find the box of condoms he bought a week and a half ago empty. Neither of you are all that surprised.
“Fuck honey, we’re out” he mumbles against your mouth, not wanting to pull away and put an end to this. He has you laid out under him on his bed, half your clothes already discarded to the floor, him still fairly dressed so you suggest — “Could go out and get more?” but when Sammy presses his hips forward and practically grinds his bulge against your pussy through your panties you get his point. “Too worked up to go, ‘n don’t wanna stop kissing you sweet girl” he groans, hands returning to your hips, thumbs sliding under the waist band of your panties to rub back and forth.
"I promise I'll pull out." he grumbles out, his hips now desperately rutting his cock up against the wet patch forming between your thighs. “Mmm fuck…okay” you whine out, caving a little faster than you expected too. “Yes?, oh thank you baby” he smiles softly, kissing you with more fever as you hear the clink of his belt. “Thank you thank you” he blabbles out as he licks into your mouth, hands frantically trying to tug his cock free. Your own hands works at stripping your panties off your legs before they rake through his auburn curls, “We’ll just buy more tomorrow morning” you state, Sammy tries to ignore the ache in his chest knowing after getting to feel you bare this time the next his cock will be back to being trapped in latex. “Okay honey, yeah yeah we’ll get more” if sammy conveniently forgets to buy more who’s to say.
Finally getting his pants and boxers pushed down enough to release his throbbing cock, he’s quick to grab your body again and push all the way inside not wanting to waste a moment. “Shit- feels s’ good honey” he moans out in a pathetic high pitched tone. Pulling his hips back, they snap forward harshly and setting a frantic eager pace. The feeling of your walls squeezing his cock far more intense without that thin layer between your sexes. “Samm! Baby slow down” you cry out, grabbing onto his bicep for stability as his brutal thrusts rock your body.
“Can’t- fuck you feel s’ damn good raw baby” he whines, his eyes screwing shut as his orgasm hits him dead on. You gasp out as you feel him spill ropes and ropes of cum inside you. “Said you’d pull out” you pant breathlessly, the only upside to him finishing pathetically quick was his hips slow down.
"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." “Felt too good” he mumbles out a bit ashamed, his thrusts haven't stopped. Subconsciously he hopes he’s fucking his seed deeper and deeper inside you as he bucks his hips.. “S’ okay baby, should we-” you were gonna ask if you should stop, even if you hadn’t cum at all. Sammy cuts you off however, thumb rubbing at your clit down as his hips speed back up "It won't make a difference now, just one more, yeah?" he huffs out but before you can answer he’s jack hammering into you and making your head spin. “Yeah sweet girl?”
just a late night 18+ dennis thought.. the first time he gets head from you. he’s all whiney and doesn’t know what to do with his hands, needs a little encouragement that he can take control >.< poor bby
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oh god yes…sorry i should be working on event fics but i saw this and had to answer it. [x fem!reader]
dennis is a blushing stuttering mess the first time your mouth is on him, holy fuck does it feel heavenly. he doesn’t know what to do with himself, whines and small whimpers fall from his lips as he tries his hardest not to buck his hips when you take him in your warm mouth.
he has to run down all the gore-y things he saw today in the ED just so he doesn’t cum the second your tongue traces along a vein on the underside of his shaft.
the woman who dropped a knife in her foot, guy who cut off half his finger making a huge family dinner, the motorcycle crash that came-
“holy shit- angel” he pants out, cutting off his own train of thought when your nails scratch down his thighs as you take the entirety of his cock down your throat. his hands are gripping the edge of the couch cushions so hard he’s surprised he hasn’t ripped the fabric yet.
his body is so incredibly still, not knowing what he’s allowed to do and you can tell, you pull away from his cock and the pathetic sound that leaves his lips makes your head spin.
“what-” he starts to gripe, “baby you know you can touch me when i’m sucking you off, right?” you state leisurely like it’s not those aren’t dirtiest words dennis has ever heard out of your pretty mouth.
“i kn- i know it just feels really good i don't know what to do” he explains, his face the most eternal shade of red.
you grab at his hand and place it on top of your head, “do what feels natural den, whatever feels right baby” you coo before slipping him back in your mouth but not all the way.
a long breath leaves his body, his eyes glued to the way you suck him in your mouth, cheeks hallowing but you remain now only at his tip not going further.
he liked how he feel completely buried inside, the way your throat tighten around his cock. using the hand on your head he pushes down softly, your body willing going taking more of his shaft inside your mouth inch by inch til your nose is buried in the coarse patch of hair at his base. “fuck, you take me s’ well baby” he slurs out, getting a little drunk on the image infront of him.
you can’t help the way your fingers slide under the waist band of your panties and run through your slick folds, dennis finally taking control only getting you more hot and bothered than before.
anyway i need to write event fics now lol. sorry for any mistakes also
cw: fauxcest, dad/daddy kink, reader is / is called a bandage bunny, x fem!reader. possible dead dove do not eat but i’m also not entirely sure i know how that works/what it applies too.
sammy was depressed, tammi cheating on him and then proceeding to take nate away was messing with his head bad and it was quite noticeable to those around him.
ben offers to take him to this bar that badge bunnies hang out at to get drunk off his ass and maybe find one to help him forget all about it. it’s not exactly his scene but he shrugs and agrees once sherman tells him he’s buying the drinks.
they show up and there's beautiful girls all around but his eyes find you, as he and ben sit down he can’t take his eyes away. “already see something you like bryant?” his partner jokes and sammy kicks him lightly under the table when you walk up.
that is how he meets you, how after 3 drinks or so he coaxes you into being laid out under him in the backseat of his car is a little more of a blur to both of you.
“feel s’good sweetheart, pussy squeezing me so hard m’ gonna cum if she keeps it up” he moans out as his hips rut into yours, his cock hitting that spot that makes your brain shut off. “just needed a pretty little badge bunny to get me outta my head” his head tips forward to press his forehead to yours against yours. auburn curls coated in his sweat from his body's vigorous motions, face flushed as he stares down where you’re connected. panting like a dog above you as he watches the way your pussy clings to his cock.
“and you’re doing such a good job at it too” he praises and all you can do is whine in response nodding along, clenching down around him, a milky ring forming at his base already.
“feel s’ full daddy” you cry out, nails gripping his bicep hard enough to leave behind reddened crescent shapes. “daddy feels that good huh little bunny?” “so good you can barely talk?” he taunts.
“s’ good so fucking good dad-” your moan is cut off when your head falls back, his lips kissing down the colum of your neck. you meant to call him daddy he knows this but dad sounds 1000 times better falling from your lips.
he never thought he’d get to be called that 3 letter name and hearing it from you sets a fire in the pit of his stomach.
“yeah? is dad’s cock making you dumb?” you eagerly nod your head, whines and whimpers filling the cramped backseat. his large hands cup your hips as he speeds up, practically jack hammering into you. his own grunts and cries joining yours.
“gonna be a good little bunny for dad and cum on his cock?”
“yes yes please dad want it s’ bad” you babble out, nails running down to paw at his stomach and legs wrapping around his waist to keep him deep inside.
his ex-wife might be a bitch who took his kid away but now he’s got a pretty thing under him screaming for dad to fill her up and for the first time in months sammy thinks he is genuinely happy.
two people said they wanted this…that’s enough for me. prob some mistakes i wrote this when i woke up in the middle of the night and couldn’t fall back asleep lol
i saw your match box idea, and was wondering can I ask for langdon and abbott, love triangle with smut?
✶ match box 08 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: jack abbot & frank langdon x fem!reader [separately], 775 wc, smut | 18+, love triangle, small angst?, nicknames [sweetheart, my girl, baby], reader is greedy & gets caught.
— don’t know if this is what you wanted or not and didn’t know if you wanted all 3 tg or not. for those who do, here's this fic which also has a prequel. (this fic isn’t apart of that mini universe, you can send me asks bout those tho)
you weren’t per se dating Jack nor dating Frank by any means but they both liked to think they had a claim over you. And you’ve never exactly corrected either of them. You were just a girl having fun after all, and that included messing around with both your older flirt of an attending and the cocky forsaken R2.
Going from: you pushing langdon into the supply closet because you’ve been desperate for him all shift. Mumbling out a breathless “Need you” against his lips once inside, your hands frantically trying to grab at the waist band his scrub pants and traveling up his top to scratch at his stomach. “Yeah baby?” he chuckles softly into your mouth, kissing you with fear. Frank is always quick to satisfy your wild whims even if they include sex in the middle of a hectic ED shift, even if he’s neglecting patients by doing so. Hell what's one more thing for Robby to get mad at him for. “Slow down a little baby, I've gotcha” he groans when you let out a whine.
Pulling out the condom he keeps in his back — that he definitely doesn’t keep on him because of the number of times this has happened or anything — before letting you untie his bottoms. Tugging them down along with his boxers just enough to free his cock and slide on said condom. Spinning you so your back faced him, pressing you up against the only empty spot on the wall. Yanking your own pants down and sliding your panties to the side so he can slip inside. He’s a bit quick to spill inside the cum, with eager thrusts that push you further against the wall and grunts of “Feel s’ good baby” — “My girl just needed me huh?, s’ okay i’ll always make time for her”
To: when you are walking out of PTMC after your shift is over, leaving Langdon with a quick goodbye peck, you run into Jack. Jack who missed you so bad he just has to pull you back to his truck, dragging you to the backseat. Stripping you of your jeans and basic t-shirt, til you're down to your bra and panties. Palming at your tits and ass as you sit in his lap, “So happy I caught ya’ before you left sweetheart, missed my girl so bad” he groans. “Missed you too” you whine out as you can’t help rocking your hips up against the bulge in his cargo pants. Even if Frank made you cum in the closet hours ago you’re a bit insatiable.
The older man smirks at this and grabs you by the back of your neck to crash his lips against yours. Your nimble fingers working between your bodies to undo the button on his pants, tugging his fly open and reaching through the hole at the front of his boxers to free his cock. “Hang on baby, condom” he grumbles out even if he desperately wants to feel you bare, pulling one out from a random pocket in his army backpack. You take it from him and quickly slide it down his throbbing cock. Pushing your panties to the side and hovering over him before he grabs hold of your hips and pulls your body down til your ass is flush with his hips and he’s buried inside. You ride him in the backseat til the windows fog up and he cums with grumbles of “Such a good girl f’ me sweetheart” — “Gonna be thinking about my girl all shift”
Fucking the both of them without the other knowing is far easier than expected, their opposite shifts helping—as well as that when they do talk, they are both far too private of people to talk to each other about who they’re sleeping with.
You get away with it for months until one day when you are kissing langdon after shift in the break room, his hands roaming your body. When you hear talking outside the room you are very quick to jump off of Frank, leaving him to stand there a little star struck. Your timing however prefect when Jack comes in, he came in early to his shift looking for you and seems to have found you. But as Jack takes in the scene, your lips swollen and eyes wide, Frank looking the same but confused and looking at you weird. Once Frank watches the smile Jack has at seeing you disappear and turn into a small swcol he also seems to put the pieces together.
Both mens eyes drift to you as you shrink in on yourself…well fuck fun’s over i guess…
— i didn’t know how to end this lol I’ve never written a love triangle even if technically this isn’t a triangle
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