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ă â± ă @lostalioth âs side blog âșâ§âË
â this side blog for fic rec reblogs · i have lots of hyperfixations so recs are tagged with - character + fandom + content · mdni / 18+ · 20âs
18+ mdni thinking about jack abott and his sweet girl who gets distracted during sex n can have trouble finishingâŠ
he can see when youâre into itâ meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you⊠but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.
His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows itâs just an absentminded reflex.
âHey.â Jack urges, voice a low rasp. âHey, doll. Look at me.â He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. âWhereâd you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.â
âSorry,â you murmur, all breathy as Jackâs hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. âJust thinking.â
Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. âYouâve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?â
You nod.
âFeel this?â He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. âFeel how full you are?â
You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.
âYeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesnât it?â
âYes,â You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.
âThere you go. Youâre doing such a good job.â Jackâs hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.
He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows youâre getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.
âSuch a good girl for me. Look how fuckinâ perfect you are.â He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. Heâs panting softly when he pulls away.
His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. âGood girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. Youâre doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.â
Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.
When it works you tighten up everywhereâ your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jackâs shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.
âGoood girl.â Jack grits out. His hips stutter as he diligently fucks you through your orgasm. âYouâre so good, honey. Fuck.â His forehead falls against yours, sweaty gray curls pressing against your hairline and lust-blown eyes mere inches from your own. âThat never gets fucking old.â
oh I need him to snao my head out that fuzzy place so bad
minors do not interact - 18+
(first maladaptive daydream drabble. pls don't ask how i fathomed this up, i genuinely have no idea but i ran with it bc it was a good angsty moment)
content warning: sweet! sammy bryant x very insecure! reader, angsty then fluffy, no smut
word count: 1.0k+
sammy bryant who is thoroughly confused as to why reader insists on paying him to sleep with her. you guys met through the department (no specific details on this, my brain skipped over it lol) and you're quite insecure, in many ways. the first time it happened, sammy brought you home with him after a night out at the bar. things got hot and heavy... and unbeknownst to him, he ended up taking your virginity that night. anyway, you wake up the next morning and don't really let anything else happen. you give him a sheepish smile, fishing a $20 bill out of your pocket and handing it to him. at first he laughs at you, jokingly taking the money from you.
that's when you walk out while he runs to the bathroom. he returns to find you already gone, and something feels very wrong. he looked at the $20 bill like it threatened to murder his entire family. he notices that you've now made yourself scarce since that night, but he doesn't go looking for you. it's not until you appear at his front door step unannounced.
"hey uh- now's not a good time." he speaks calmly, his eyes assessing you and the way you refused to look him in the eye for even half a second. "i know, i just... was wondering if you were free tomorrow night." you reply quietly, arms holding onto one another as you try not to cave in on yourself. you hand him a small envelope that looked like a card, so he accepted it with a small smile. "yeah, should be once i get done with work." you nod and then walk back to your car, without saying anything else.
of course, he should've been suspicious of that envelope. he mentally slaps himself when he sees that a total of $500 was sitting in the envelope. he looks over at nate (yes moretta bc this is my au and idc) with a look of confusion. "i'm lost, man. she's a pretty girl, right?" nate raises an eyebrow. "she's fucking gorgeous, so i don't get it either." sammy runs a hand through his hair, feeling confused but also worried for you.
the next night, you were standing in your kitchen with your roommate who's talking excitedly about having a date night with her boyfriend. she smirks at you, knowing that you also had someone to see tonight. "cheers to us, baby. we're both getting dick tonight!" she chuckles as she slides on her jacket. she gives you a wink, bidding you farewell as she leaves to meet her boyfriend. you let out a quiet sigh, starting dinner that you wanted to make for sammy.
about an hour later, he's at your door. you let him in and he's unsure of what to do with himself. "you didn't eat dinner yet, did you?" you ask him quietly as you walk into the kitchen. "nah, but that smells fantastic." he offers you a genuine smile and you nod. "make yourself at home, anything in the fridge is free game." he opens the fridge, spotting his favorite beer (interesting) and takes a bottle out. he sits at the counter, watching you move around the kitchen.
you eventually slide him a plate and then go straight to cleaning up the dishes. "you're not eating?" he raises an eyebrow, mouth already full of food. "i will in a second, just wanted to clean up first." you finish cleaning and then start eating from your plate. you rest against the counter by the stove, holding your plate while eating from it. he frowns, noticing the distance you were keeping from him. he finishes his food, which was way too good to ignore.
you take his plate and wash everything else. while you're busy with that, sammy finally drops the question. "so, what's your deal?" you stiffen at the question, glancing over your shoulder at him. "what do you mean?" you ask, then watch as he pulls out the small envelope with the money still inside. "you keep trying to pay me for sex, sweetheart." he tosses it gently back onto the counter and slides it away.
you let out a heavy sigh, looking back down at the sink in front of you. "i mean- why else would you do it?" that question made him pause. he stands up from his chair, walking toward you, but stopping a few feet short. "what do you mean 'why else would i do it?'" he scoffs at you, surprised by how self-deprecating all your responses have been. "there's nothing appealing about me, i'm boring, ugly, and weird. why would anyone willingly do something with me?" he wasn't sure whether he wanted to rip his hair out or maybe even yours.
you turn your back to him, and that's when he's had enough. he steps up behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. you go stiff in his embrace, not feeling deserving of his affection. "your money means nothing to me. it's you that means everything to me." he spoke gently in your ear, brushing your hair back away from it. that's when the tears start to flow and he feels your shoulders tremble against him. he turns you around, pulling you closer as soft sobs escape your lips.
you don't even wrap your arms around him, that feeling of being undeserving still in full force. he forcefully grabs your arms and wraps them around his middle. "stop fighting me on this." he mutters against your hair, rubbing soft circles into your back. "i don't deserve it..." you mumble weakly against his shoulder. he pulls back, grabbing your jaw hard enough to make you listen. "don't give me that bullshit." he shakes his head, watching your pretty eyes as they glisten with tears.
he presses his lips to yours, groaning in frustration when you still don't do it back. you both knew you wanted this, so why were you being so damn stubborn? "how long are you gonna keep this up?" he mumbles against your lips. finally, after being at war with yourself mentally for too long, you give in and kiss him back the way you really wanted to. he cups the back of your head, pressing you closer to him while your arms stayed wrapped around him.
you two didn't really end up doing anything that night, he just held you close and showed you how things were supposed to be when you were into someone.
welcome to my mind palace, cutie patooties. enjoy your stay <3
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the you just got master baited at the end of every of your fics makes me genuinely cackle even if this one had me tearing up a bit
Stepdad!robby coming home after a tiring shift. Reader coming down the stairs, saying hi to her daddy <3 she can see that heâs tired, so she offers to run him a bath. As the old man that he is, Robby tell her that heâs so exhausted even for a bath, so Reader assures him that she will help him. Itâs all so sweet, how devoted Reader is in washing her stepdad, and as she keeps on dragging the loofah on his skin, she notices Robbyâs erection: Iâm sorry Angel. Itâs just a natural reaction, would you help me with this too?
[I love your blog, hope you likes this]
woooahhh this is soooo buzzy!!
warning: this is icky!! icky icky icky!! dumbification lowk, reader is naive as hell. robby is manipulative asf!! be warned.
helping out stepdad!robby in the bath.
âiâm sorry angel. itâs just a natural reaction to you makinâ me feel good, think you could help dad out with this too?â robby knows heâs pushing his luck, but he also knows how devoted you are, how much you love your step daddy, how youâd do anything for him.
âi uh-i guessâŠhow?â youâre all innocent eyes and shy smiles as you look up at him from your position kneeling on the floor beside the tub, loofah now discarded to the side.
I need this icky old man badâŠ.
OUR LITTLE SECRET. SMUT. mdni! workplace sex. mean!robby. fem!reader. throat-fucking with fingers. allusions to choking. praise. big dick robby. use of pet names đË àŁȘâč
thinking about seeing robby in secret and teasing the hell out of him on shift. robby groaning his usual disgruntled âfuck meâ after dealing with a particularly frustrating patient to which you cheekily mutter, âi meanâŠâ with other doctors in earshot. robbyâd just look at you with a face akin to disbelief, though this wasnât the first time youâd hinted at your secret arrangement just to fuck with him, so that wasnât quite right. the look was more predatory than anything.
so that little comment would end with you bent over the breakroom counter while he bullied his large cock into your pussy, groaning at how well you clenched around him. he seldom fucked you on shift for fear of getting caught, but he was not past putting you back in your place when you were clearly in need of it.
ârobby, mmph, s- slow down! too big,â you whined helplessly, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. robby covered your mouth with his hand, sticking two fingers down your throat. âah-ah, baby. you were asking for this, werenât you, baby? you wanted my big cock. now take what i fucking give you.â
you could only whimper and submit to him as he pounded you into the counter, efforts nothing short of relentless until he was cumming into your pussy, pulling you in by the waist to make sure you took every drop. robby wasnât usually a quickie kind of guy, but certain circumstances allowed for it.
he leaned over your shoulder and spoke right into your ear, placing his hand on your neck not to squeeze but to warn. âyou gonna behave the rest of my shift, baby?â he rasped, to which you nodded. âyeah? gonna be my good girl again?â
âm- mhm. so good, robby, promise,â you said meekly, too fucked-out to speak any louder. robby pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to his earlier ministrations.
âthereâs a girl. now, clean yourself up, honey. weâve got a job to do.â
the way heâd look at you before absolutely destroying your pussy âčđč
i wouldnât be able to stay off that man at workâŠ.
Happilymarried!Pope who makes everything a onesided competition on who treats their wife best. He just wants to brag how he kisses the ground u walk on because how are they criminals but Cath has to work at a bar??? Uh uh not Pope's wife, she's lapping up the sun by the pool in their house or busy spending his money around, not a care in the damn world hair done nails done in a cute lil car...his card has never graced the leather of his wallet cause its always in her purse
oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)
everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.
but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.
he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".
deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."
baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.
a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"
andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.
"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.
breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3
when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.
at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.
later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.
it's almost torture for cath to watch. she was on her feet for probably 9 hours today, and here you are: shiny toe ring, perfectly, freshly manicured toes. begging andrew for a massage, "think i twisted it after i ran out of victoria's secret." his voice sounds alien to her "'s no good baby, gotta watch your step, we talked about this" soooo husbandly and earnest.
husband pope makes my chest hurt wanna make him happy so bad
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teaching you about your erogenous zones (nsfw version) read the sfw version here thanks to @lostalioth for the idea! cw: clunky use of medical terminology, slight dumbification, about a pinkies worth of gentle anal play ... â ... c. page ... â ... ... â ... read all doctor!sam ... â ... doctor!sam m. list ... â
"You have more than one primary erogenous zone," sam murmured, picking up where he left off on your last lesson. The second that he touched your cunt he knew he had taught you enough for one night. You had just been laying there, shaking, your cunt leaking all over the sheets but too dropped out to tell him what you needed.
"Can you try to guess what they are for me?"
The way his body blanketed yours made it difficult to think straight, and your brain struggled to hang the 180 from the mindless pleasure he was just giving you to trying to string words together.
"My clit?" you tried, hoping that was a scientific enough word to satisfy him.
"Mhmm. That's part of your vulva. You have four more."
In your haze that seemed like an absurdly high number. "My pussy, and..." You trailed off, none of the other options in your head seeming quite right.
"It's specifically the anterior, or front wall. Any other ideas, pretty? I haven't taught you this so it's okay if you don't know."
You shook your head, mind coming up blank for any other places you felt like sharing.
"Words, baby."
suggesting doctor sam teacher reader about erogenous zones was the best idea i ever had
jack abbot riding part 2 (feat robby + inspo from a request!)
nsfw, 18+
jackâs hand dwarfed the phone. thatâs the first thing you notice.
the second thing is the shit eating grin on his face.
âcomfy?â he asks, chin angled down towards you.
you roll your eyes, not wanting to admit that, yes, his boot is very comfortable to straddle. you just whine and put your head on his knee, eyes big and watery as you look up at him.
a crackle comes through the phone. âis that her? i thought i told her to be quiet.â
robby. so fucking demanding, you thought.
âto be fair, brother, i asked her a question.â
you preen - jackâs always there to back his little girl up - even if you technically were told to shut up.
âthat didnât sound like an answer though.â
jack pauses. âgood point.â
you find yourself being yanked forward by a firm grip of hair, fingers touching your scalp. the momentum causes your bare pussy to slide across the top of his boot, a pathetic trail of arousal left in its wake.
âi asked if you were comfy, baby. be polite, and answer the question.â jackâs tone was even, almost even a little amused. you could hear robby snort through the phone.
âvery comfy.â you mumble, neck strained by the way heâs pulling you.
jack peers around you to inspect his boot. âmessy, too. you know youâre going to have to clean that, right?â
you flush, cheeks hot as you can only imagine the ways jack will make you clean his boot after all is said and done.
âshould make her lick it up,â robby offers. âlike the horny little mutt she is.â
jack and you groan almost simultaneously, both embarrassingly aroused at the thought. jack pushes you by the head down onto his boot, cunt smushed into the toe.
âsheâs about to hump like a horny little mutt,â jack grins. âcâmon girl. show us what youâve got.â
you donât even hesitate, whining as your cunt slides against the boot, clit bumping the laces every now and then, eliciting a pathetic yelp that robby laughs at.
âhowâs our girl look, jack?â
jack tugs you up by the hair again, eyes glazed over as your hips continue to jerk, hindbrain taking over. âlike sheâs fucked stupid.â
robby laughs again - meanly, you note. âeyes crossing?â
ânot yet. figured sheâd need my cock in her to really go dumb.â
you start to pant, fingers drifting to your nipples as your climax starts to build.
âah! no maâam.â jack tuts, slapping at your fingers. âyou know you canât touch those. those are mine.â
you whine, instead rubbing your tits against his knee, seeking stimulation anyway you can find it.
âjesus mike. she looks pathetic.â
robby exhales, car engine revving in the background. âfuck. wish i wasnât driving so i could see.â
âyeah, sheâs something right now. cunt swollen, mouth open - i donât think thereâs a thought in her little head right now.â jack grins, his hand coming to cup her cheek. âyou with us, sweetheart?â
you keen, cunt pressed down hard, rolling your clit into his boot until you come, collapsing into his leg.
you can vaguely hear him and robby talking in the background, but your head is swimming, thighs drenched.
âfuck. that sounded like a big one.â
âoh yeah, brother.â jack lifted you slightly off his boot to see the damage. âsheâs gonna have one a hell of a clean up.â
wanna hump his boot til i cum-
SWEET CREATURE!!
025. kidnap
warnings . . . curse words, grinding, lewd conversation, kidnapping????? unserious ofc, is reader overreacting? maybe but u know the drill. want to point out that itâs been a two week timeskip from the cabin/cath coming back. it may seem like the plot shifted but itâs comingâŠâŠ mwahahahaha
authors note . . . okay.. well.. hi⊠love you. tell me ur thoughts and I love you and did I tell you I love you also wait.. theyâre being vague cause theyâre gonna do criminal stuff⊠not drunk LOL I just donât want to rework this LMAOAOA
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sweet creature reader is so me ugh
... â ... DOCTOR SAM ... â ...
teaching you about your erogenous zones thanks to the amazing @lostalioth for the idea! cw: sfw except for nipple stimulation ... â ... c. page ... â ... ... â ... read all doctor!sam ... â ... doctor!sam m. list ... â
... â ... He would talk to you all low, his voice quiet and careful even as your body jumps under his touch. 'You're a sensitive little thing, sweetheart. Gotta teach you everywhere you can feel good.'
... â ... He'd start innocent, showing you how his fingers feel ghosting along your lower back, the juncture of your neck, not even teasing you about the way your breath hitches every time he touches your skin. 'These are your nonspecific zones. Not sexual, but just as important for your pleasure.'
... â ... After he gets you used to the pads of his fingers he'll show you his mouth. Licking and sucking like you could shatter any moment and paying extra attention to places nobody has but they should. A gentle graze of his teeth against the divots in your back, suction behind your ear, and kissing it every time you jump as if he had hurt you.
... â ... Your whole body is completely limp, each touch sending you deeper into submission. His voice keeps you tethered, ensuring that you don't slip too far. 'Can you tell me what the area I'm touching is called?' His voice comes from right behind the shell of your ear, and all you can do is wish he would keep mouthing at your hairline. 'Nonspecific zones.' Your words came out a beat too late and slightly slurred, but his hum told you he was pleased.
... â ... He'd ask if you're ready to move on, if you feel like you've learned something, nobly trying to hide his smirk at the way you moan in affirmation. And the sick part is you really are learning; you feel like you're melting into the sheets, the pleasure of simply being touched unlike anything you've ever felt. Before you started he told you that he waited to do this until you were ready. At first you were confused, wondering how this could be more intimate than what you've already done, but trust is what made this so blissful.
... â ... You feel like you couldn't possibly feel better than you already do, but when his finger starts tracing your nipple you feel gone. The light pressure makes your breath catch, and a gentle tug has you leaking onto the sheets. 'This is called a primary erogenous zone. That means that this is a universally pleasurable area.' His tongue circled and sucked, the little hums he let out only adding to the pleasure.
... â ... He'd take everything so slow, dragging out your pleasure in a way no one ever had. 'Just relax. You deserve every moment of this, baby. A gorgeous thing like you is meant to be worshipped.'
DENNIS WHITAKER
CONFIDENCE
breathless, did his mouth pine.
tongues still heated, still twined.
but that need, that greed from within, had no clear intention of decline.
âfuck..â he breathed, his chest now heaving as though he was running out of time, ââŠyouâre gorgeous.â
with stable hands, he then lifted you from your tired feet, palms now cradling both your back and ass as he placed you on the end of his bed.
ââabsolutely fucking gorgeous.â
mouths then crashed, saliva smearing across skin as he continued to mutter words under his breath,
âfuck me.â he groaned in between the kiss, his lips now traveling down your jaw and onto your throat, suckling on the most sensitive skin as he watched you writhe from beneath.
michael robinavitch the type to fuck you absolutely stupid then give you so so many kisses and cuddles afterwards because at the end of the day you're his girl <3
ââ .⊠MICHAEL 'ROBBY' ROBINAVITCH
â ËËË CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, AFAB reader, reader has breasts, descriptive language, aftercare focus (cuddling, praise, etc), hints of possessiveness, fluffity fluff
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When Robby finally eases the last of his weight off of you, he does so carefully, like youâre an antique heâs terrified of cracking, a jarring contrast to moments ago when he had you folded in half, driving his cock so deep you swore you could taste it, the headboard begging for mercy with every brutal slam.
He groans when the mattress springs back into place. A palm, wide and a little rough, skates down the ridge of your spine as though he needs the touch more than the next breath heâs chasing.
âChrist,â he mutters, half-laughing, half-praying, hair spilled over his brow in damp ringlets. âYou all right, sweetheart?â
âCall me whatever you want, sweetheart. Youâll still be asking for more once you recover.âÂ
OH FUCK ME
something something joining robby on his sabbatical and just spending your time fucking in motels and making out in dimly lit bars in a booth at the back of the room. halfway through the trip, heâs got you on your stomach in a motel bed, his legs either side of yours as he slides his cock in and out of your dripping wet hole. everything feels so fuzzy, hazy and youâre halfway to delirious when it slips out.
âf-feels so good.. dad..â
robby damn near comes on the spot, collapsing down so his chest is pressed to your back as he groans into your neck.
âyeah, honey? dad makinâ you feel good?â
âmmhm..â
he groans again, pressing his forehead to your shoulder before whispering in your ear.
âcanât tell mom about this, âkay? just our little secret, honey..â
âpromise.. our little secret, dad..â
âgood girl.. ohhh, such a good girl.â
robbyâs practically grinding against you, squeezing his eyes shut every time he hears the squelching sound of his cock sliding in your hole. he knows thereâs people on the other side of the thin wall between the rooms but he couldnât give two shits what they think. heâs got a pretty little thing in his bed, utterly obsessed with him, calling him dad over and over again as he pounds into herâheâs living the fucking dream.
sabrina (1954) but itâs with frank & jack. <3
youâve worked your entire life for their family, peering at frank from your balcony as you wiped down their fine china, gazing at him while he looks at the other decadent women around you. 23 long years of loyal, hard work & a deep, unrequited love for frank langdon.
youâd turn your head to see the oldest step-brother, jack, discussing business endeavors with his motherâs high society friends. you never thought anything of him; his shoulders always tense & his mouth permanently scowling.
until the time came where frank thanked you for being so sweet & cleaning up after him, and you realized that he never really saw you. so that night youâd made up your mind; set your sights on a new life, a new you. your flight of discovery leaves the next morning.
when you return home, poised & confident & finally understanding your own intrinsic beauty, frank is all over you. in total awe, he follows you around; kissing at your hand and raising his thumb to touch your round cheek in affection.
starry eyed, you never even notice jack. lingering, watching youâ always the silent lover. he sees your intelligence, your beauty. he always did. & heâs quite sick seeing frank suddenly fawn over you when youâve always been so devoted to him.
even sicker when frank gets engaged, and still leads you on. sounds like jack will have to step in. very, very soon.
*FOLSOM PRISON BLUES:Â a pope cody x reader story.
Pope accidentaly comes across an audioporn app and becomes obsessed with you, a content creator with a roleplaying series about a young woman and her convict boyfriend. He doesn't believe his luck when he discovers that his favorite audio porn star also happens to be Lena's babysitter.
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warnings:Â age gap (reader is mid 20s, pope is early 40s), reader is afab and goes by she/her, reader is lena's babysitter, forming a creepy parasocial relationship with your favorite porn star, sex work, audioporn, stalker!pope, pwp, mommy issues galore, no use of y/n, takes place before the ending of season 1, no physical description of reader, mentions of pope having a mommy kink (but it doesn't play out on page), obsessive!pope, dubcon (non-consensual voyerism, f &m masturbation, dirty talk, sex toys, unprotected piv, squirting, oral, fingering, size kink, rough sex, improper use of a kitchen counter, hair pulling, eating from the back, cleaning the bowl).
rating: +18.
word count:Â 4.9k.
fox says: hello friends, thank you so much for reading! y'all have no idea how loud i screamed when i saw that shawn is doing an episode for quinn while having this already drafted. the app mentioned is 100% inspired by quinn, i just don't name it in the fic because quinn itself wasn't created until 2019 and it was going to mess up the timeline. also this is my first time writing for pope so pls go easy on me. as always please let me know what we think!
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rabbot using their girl after a long day, & making you suck each of them off. and getting it all on film.
jack cooing about how well youâre doing while you suck robbyâs dick, praising you like the good girl you are. âoh, i know, honey, robbyâs beinâ real rough on you. . .but youâre taking it so well, arenât you, sweet girl?â jack holding the phone with one hand while the other rubs the small of your back, occasionally stroking your hair in an attempt to soothe you while robby ruts into the heat of your mouth. jack would capture every second of robby cumming down your throat, watching you struggle to contain every spurt of his thick ropes of cum down your gullet.
robby being so condescending as he fists his hand into your hair, driving you so far down jackâs dick that your nose brushes against his heavy balls. âkeep slutting yourself out for the camera, baby. you like sucking daddy off, huh?â heâd croon as you grew teary from the roughness of it all, staring up at jack who was so much sweeter in contrast. robby would put your face in the view completely while jack painted it white, releasing with a pleasured shutter as you milked every drop with your hand.
rabbot whoâd tell you what a good girl you are for getting them off âčđč
i think iâm hyperventilating holy fuck i need themâŠ
average conversation between u and jack
you: can you buy me this?
jack: hearing you say that always turns me on.