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[ridgeflaw]

18+, MDNI

(cw: DD/lg, orgasm control, degradation, pussy pronouns)

boyfriend jack abbot lying next to you in bed, a hand behind your knee, holding your leg to your chest so he can watch your cunt struggle to take the big toy he’s pressing inside of you.

your nails dig into the back of his neck as you let out a pitiful little whine and then a sharp gasp as he suddenly pulls the entire thing out in one go, a slick popping noise as your hole reluctantly releases its tight grip.

he spits on the thick head and starts to slide it back inside.

‘ah! too big, too big,’ you protest, panting, your head thrown back against the pillow beneath you.

‘aw,’ jack coos, ‘but look how much she wants it, baby.’

he grinds the toy deep, palm butting up against the base until the head kisses your cervix. you choke on your own spit, going a little cross-eyed at the pleasure-pain. jack pulls it out slow, about halfway, shaft dragging before abruptly pushing it back in, pussy wet enough to hear the slide.

‘this greedy cunt always needs something inside her, isn’t that right?’ he says.

you whimper and moan as jack speeds up his hand. the ‘shlick shlick shlick’ sounds of your pussy getting stuffed filling up the space between you.

‘i—oh,’ you say, catching jack’s eyes as your breathing grows ragged.

he’s watching you with such intensity and desire, like he wants to eat you, swallow you right up. it makes you a little dizzy.

‘your pussy feel good, princess? nice and full of cock?’

‘mmn—,’ you moan, teeth biting into your bottom lip. you give him a small nod.

‘yeah, ‘course she does,’ jack says, ‘daddy always knows what his girls need.’

he leans down and breathes you in, holding you close, his forearm flexing as he pumps your cunt full of the silicone toy.

‘and what they need right now is a good little fucking before bedtime. so they can be all relaxed and have sweet dreams while daddy goes off to work.’

the next time the toy’s pressed deep, he rubs his thumb against your swollen clit. you moan, squeezing tight around the toy, pleasure shooting electric.

‘mm, there we go,’ jack murmurs, circling your clit as you spasm, ‘can’t forget about her too, now can we, princess?’

he doesn’t stay there for long, abandoning your clit to start sliding the toy in and out again, ignoring the way you grasp at the short curls on the back of his neck.

‘oh, fuck, wait, please,’ you say, your voice high and breathy, needing his attention back there, more than desperate for it.

‘shh,’ jack says, ‘just relax and take what daddy gives you. be a good little hole for me.’

he’s fucking you hard with the toy now, your stomach tensing each time it slides home, your leg shaking where jack has it pressed up against your chest.

‘but—,’ you try and say, but jack just shakes his head, giving you a knowing look that has your mouth snapping shut.

‘no more talking, baby. holes don’t talk, okay? holes get used.’

the sound you let out is so pathetic it mortifies you, heat spreading from the center of your forehead out, down, past your cheeks and your neck, into your chest. suffusing until you feel like you might actually start glowing from the warmth.

jack presses a kiss to your forehead, humming.

together, the two of you watch as the toy in his hand splits you open again, head catching against your opening before your pussy sucks it deep inside, back where it belongs.

relaxing in his hold, all control released, you let your boyfriend pump you full of fake cock for as long as he wants, until he decides you’ve had enough, your eyes wet with desperate tears and your lips gone swollen from your gnawing teeth.

‘does my little girl want to come?’ jack finally asks, his voice sweet and coddling.

you nod frantically, looking up at him, pleading with your whole face.

‘she can come,’ jack says, pressing the toy deep, a featherlight touch of his thumb on your clit.

but it’s all you need, sitting on the edge as you have been, and you shake apart, mouth dropped open to whisper a repeated, ‘thank you, thank you, thank you’ to jack, eyes locked onto his own, his pupils blown wide, devouring you.

he kisses you when you’re done, wet and filthy, full of tongue like he’s trying to taste how grateful you are.

‘good girl,’ he praises you, sucking on your bottom lip.

he slides the toy out careful and slow, letting your knee lower down to the bed.

you let out a quiet whimper when you’re left empty, feeling sensitive and open. bereft, your pussy clenching down around nothing. but jack doesn’t leave you empty any longer than he has to, slipping three thick fingers inside, curling them up against your pubic bone.

‘shh, don’t worry, baby. daddy’s got you,’ jack says, nuzzling his nose against yours. ‘daddy’s always got you.’

he stays like that, fingers pressed deep, plugging you full, until you fall asleep, sated, in your shared bed.

*

(from this universe.)

[firelilyfox]

not used to this

Pairing: Steve Harrington x unexperienced / shy female reader

Summary: Steve has fallen hard for you. And he doesn`t hide his affection at all. But you are not used to this kind of attention ... yet.

Warnings: shy reader. unexperienced. friends to lovers. Steve has a huge crush. kissing. flirting. no use of y/n.

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Steve wasn't trying to be smooth. He was trying to be…Well. Normal. Unfortunately, "normal" tended to disappear the second you smiled at him.

It started with your hair.

The two of you had volunteered to help decorate the community center for Hawkins' annual summer fair, which meant ladders, boxes of paper lanterns, and Robin loudly insisting that every ribbon was "slightly crooked."

You were standing beside Steve, trying to untangle a string of lights. When a breeze drifted through the open windows and a loose strand of your hair fell across your face.

Without thinking… Steve reached over. His fingers barely brushed your cheek as he tucked it gently behind your ear. "There." He smiled. "Thought you might want to actually see what you're doing."

Your entire body froze. "…Oh." Then, after the shortest silence imaginable you took one quick step backward.

Steve's smile faltered. "…Sorry."

"No!" The answer came too fast. "I mean—" Your gaze was suddenly glued to the floor.

"I just…" You laughed nervously. "I have to…" You pointed vaguely toward absolutely nothing. "…go."

Then you practically speed-walked away. Steve blinked, to stunned to even breathe. Robin watched the whole thing from across the room.

"…Well." Steve looked at her. "I messed that up."

The second incident happened three days later at the Family Video.

You reached for the same VHS tape at exactly the same time and your fingers brushed. Steve smiled instinctively. You looked at him and your heart did a complete somersault.

He smiled. Your brain promptly packed its bags and left.

You yanked your hand back so quickly you almost dropped the tape. "Sorry!"

Steve frowned. "It's okay."

"No, I—" You laughed waaay too loudly. "I should…" Another vague gesture. "…Alphabetize something."

You disappeared into the next aisle.

Steve stood there holding The Princess Bride. "…What just happened?"

Then came the fair.

You'd spent the afternoon helping Steve run one of the game booths. He kept making you laugh, while you kept trying not to stare at him.

Neither attempt was particularly successful.

Late in the afternoon, Steve leaned closer to hear you over the crowd. "You've got paint…" He smiled. "…right here." He pointed to the corner of your mouth.

"Oh!" Instinctively, you tried wiping it away.

"No, other side."

"This side?"

"No." He chuckled. "Here." Before he could think better of it, his thumb lightly brushed the tiny streak of blue paint from your cheek.

It lasted less than a second, but your heart nearly exploded.

"Oh." Your voice squeaked. You took two entire steps backward.

Steve's hand dropped immediately. "I'm sorry."

"No, it's okay."

"No…" His smile had disappeared now. "I shouldn't have…"

"No, really." You were blushing so hard you thought you might actually catch fire. "I just…" Words. Where had words gone?

"I have to go help Mrs. Henderson."

"…She's over there."

"I know." You pointed in the opposite direction. "…Exactly." Then you fled.

Steve watched you disappear into the crowd. His stomach sank and he felt like the worst person that had ever walked the earth.

By evening he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Three times. Three different days. Every time he'd gotten a little closer… You'd moved away.

Maybe Robin was right. Maybe he'd been too obvious. Maybe he'd made you uncomfortable.

The thought sat like a stone in his chest.

He hated it even more than rejection. More than embarrassment. The idea that you might not feel safe around him made him feel physically sick.

So… just after sunset… Steve knocked on your front door. You opened it wearing an oversized sweatshirt and socks.

You smiled when you saw him. Then immediately looked confused. "Steve?"

"Hey."

"Everything okay?"

He rubbed the back of his neck. "Can we…" He nodded toward the porch swing. "…Talk?"

A few minutes later you were sitting side by side in the warm evening air.

Steve couldn't look at you. "I owe you an apology."

You frowned. "For what?"

He laughed softly. "For apparently making you uncomfortable all week."

Your eyebrows shot up. "…What?"

He sighed. "I noticed how you moved away when I came too close to you and I`m so incredibly sorry."

Your stomach dropped.

"I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable or that you are not safe with me. I would never force myself on you like that ... well I guess I kinda did that ..."

He dragged a hand down his face. "God, I`m so so sorry."

"I know."

"I just…" His shoulders slumped. "I think I got carried away."

"Steve?"

"…Yeah?"

"Can you look at me?"

He finally did. You were trying very hard not to smile. "You thought…" You covered your mouth. "…that I was uncomfortable?"

He blinked. "Weren't you?"

For one long moment you simply stared at him. Then you laughed with complete disbelief. "Oh my God."

Steve looked even more worried. "Was I really that bad?"

"No!" You reached for his hand without even thinking. The contact made him stop talking instantly. "No, Steve."

You shook your head. "I wasn't uncomfortable."

"You weren't?"

"I was…" Your cheeks warmed immediately. "Oh man how should I put it?."

"What?"

"This is so embarrassing."

"You don't have to tell me."

"No." You smiled shyly. "I think I should."

Steve waited.

"I moved away because…" You laughed at yourself. "…I forgot how to function."

He stared. "What?"

"I've never…" You looked down at your joined hands. "…had someone flirt with me before."

Steve's heart skipped a beat. Yeah he flirted with you. Hard and with everything he got. And he couldn`t understand the fact that nobody did before.

"So when you tucked my hair behind my ear…" You hid your face for a second. "…my brain completely shut down."

His mouth fell open.

"And when our hands touched at Family Video…" A tiny smile. "…I spent the next ten minutes pretending to organize shelves because I couldn't remember the alphabet."

Steve actually laughed. "You couldn't…"

"I genuinely couldn't." He laughed harder. "I got to 'G' three times."

"Oh my God."

"And then…" You groaned. "…at the fair?"

Steve smiled. "You practically ran away from me. I felt like a deadly disease."

"I know." You looked at him through your fingers. "But you smiled at me first. As if that's a normal thing to do!"

"It is!"

"Not when you look like that!"

Steve blinked. "…Like what?"

"Like…" You took a deep breath. "Like I'm the only person you're looking at. And with those eyes? Give a girl a break!"

His expression softened.

"So every time you smiled…" Your voice became smaller. "…or accidentally brushed my hand…I felt like my heart was trying to climb out of my chest."

Steve had gone completely still.

"And I moved away because I was scared that if I stayed…" You looked up at him. "…you'd notice how hopelessly in love with you I am."

Silence. Complete silence. Steve's face turned the most spectacular shade of pink.

You blinked. "…Steve?"

He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

"…Steve?"

He laughed once. Very quietly. "I spent…" Another laugh. "…an entire week convincing myself I was the worst guy in Hawkins."

"Oh god. I`m so sorry."

"I thought I'd scared you."

"You absolutely did." His face fell. "No!" You quickly squeezed his hand. "Not like that."

A smile spread across your face. "You scared me because you kept doing incredibly sweet things…and I didn't know what to do with all the butterflies."

Steve looked at you as though the world had just tilted on its axis.

"So…" He smiled, almost shyly now. "…if I did this again…"

Very slowly, giving you every chance to move… He reached up. His fingertips gently tucked another loose strand of hair behind your ear.

This time you didn't step away, instead you leaned into his touch. Just a little.

Steve's smile grew. "That is the reaction I was hoping for."

You smiled back. "That was the reaction all along, I just needed a little longer to understand."

"I`m glad because I dont think I can stay away from you any longer after tonight." He laughed softly. "I love you too, sweetheart."

You reached up, your fingers finding his wrist. "So…"

"So?"

"You can keep flirting with me."

Steve's eyebrows lifted. "Yeah?"

You nodded. "I'll probably still get flustered."

"That's okay. I kinda love it actually."

"I might still forget how words work."

"I think that's kind of adorable."

You laughed. "Just…" You looked up at him with the sweetest, most bashful smile he'd ever seen. "…don't mistake butterflies for fear."

Steve's heart melted on the spot. "I won't."

And when he leaned in to kiss you, you didn't run away. You smiled into the kiss and afterwards Steve wondered how he'd ever mistaken that look for anything other than love.

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[winterswake]

SHAWN HATOSY ANIMAL KINGDOM 3x13

[unc-peepaw]

He Pope'd ...

... Then he Shawn'd

[mariasont]

── .✦ JACK ABBOT who coddles you during sex

★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI fem reader, p in v, praise kink / soft dom dynamics, size kink, pet names (baby, good girl, perfect girl, etc), dacryphilia

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Jack keeps you wrapped in cotton, even while he’s buried to the hilt.

One broad palm stays splayed between your shoulder blades, a promise that he has you, always has you, while the other wanders, taming fly-aways behind your ear, thumb sweeping the tears that shimmer there before they can cool. 

“Easy, angel,” he murmurs, voice steeped in amber nectar. “I know she’s full. Just breathe for me.”

You do your best, but every lungful drags you further down his length, your body desperate for the heavy fill it’s already trembling to accommodate. A needy whimper slips out, fists knotting the sheets, and he soothes you with a gentle kiss against your smile line. 

“That’s it,” he praises, hips rocking in a rich, molasses-slow circle that lets you savor every thick inch. “Such a good girl, taking it all — see how beautifully you fit me?”

Tiny wildfires flower through you everywhere at once, heating your cheeks, spilling down your throat, settling low in your belly where desire winds itself tight and shining.

Embarrassment flickers its wings right alongside it, because he’s cooing at you the same way he coaxes patients through vaccinations: gentle, forbearing, inexorable.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he says, like there exists a universe where you would ask him to stop.

His hand glides the length of your back, fingers pausing in the dip where your spine meets sacrum. 

Too much is exactly how you’d describe the feeling of his cock dragging across that spot that makes your vision strobe starbusting colors, but the tenderness in his voice knots something unsteady in your body. 

You manage a breathy, “please, don’t stop.” 

A contented rumble answers you, and he plants a feather-light kiss on your forehead, right where he’d lay cool fingers to check your temperature.

He resumes that same rhythm. Slow drive in, lingering grind, languid pull out that leaves you aching for the return. The headboard knocks a soft counterpoint, each tap punctuated by his gentle commentary.

“Doing so well,” he croons when your elbows buckle, gathering you up with one flush tug to his chest. “Hold on to me, there you go, honey.”

Jack angles your leg higher, opening you wider for him, and the change steals air from your lungs in one shattered sound. 

“Shh,” he hushes, half-smile curving, proud and adoring all at once. “I know. Feels big, doesn’t it? Let me make it better.”

His fingers dip to your clit, and your gasp dissolves into his name. “Jack — s’good.”

The room narrows to the glide of his thumb and the steady ballast of his body. 

He kisses the salt at your hairline, murmuring, “Same here, baby. My perfect girl. Let me handle the rest, yeah?”

MARIA NOTE if being babied this hard during sex is wrong, i refuse to be right <3

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[groovyangelkisses]

oh to be called babydoll by sammy… :(((

ugh you’re so right, he’s so classic husband in terms of nicknames <3

he’d be making pancakes reaaaalllyy early on a saturday morning, still in his boxers and sleep tee. padding around the kitchen and clapping his hands together to get rid of the excess flour on him. going back to flip the pancakes, flipping the chocolate chip ones that he made for you. calling out over his shoulder, just loud enough to break you out of your sleepy daze upstairs, “babydoll, come down, pancakes are done!”

or calling you after a patrol that genuinely feels like a nightmare, whispering into his phone the second he gets a moment away. his chin tucked to his chest as he paces, one thick hand shoved in his dress-pant pocket when he finds something in it.

one of your hair ties, probably from the last time he came home & plucked it out of your hair to see your locks cascade & hear the relieved sigh you let out. twirling it in between his fingers, he sighs into the phone at the sound of your sweet voicemail; it is late.

“hey babydoll. just wanted to call and check in, today was… it’s just been so shitty. and i miss you, and i love you. i can’t wait to come home and see you. i found your lil hair tie so-so i am feeling better cause now i have a piece of you with me. my little friend through the rest of my paperwork, i guess. anyways, i’ll be home soon. alright, bye.. love you.”

[romantic-insomniac]

sammy bryant, who takes his gf to a pool party and gets lots of jeers along the lines of "do you know what to do with all that?" from his coworkers as she lays out in a lounge chair in a cute little bikini.

yes anon. YES! such a lovely idea i hope i brought it to life properly <3

thinking about how sammy bryant and everyone else thinks you’re way out of his league.

it started with the obvious, you were the most beautiful person he’d ever laid eyes on. sammy was all nervous and tongue tied around you from the moment you came into the department as an important witness for one of his cases. it took about three months of coming around for questioning and also just stopping by to ‘stay updated’ before you had to be embarrassingly direct. “sammy? are you ever gonna ask me out or should i stop with the muffin and coffee visits?” he had been absolutely baffled that you wanted to date him.

and so was everyone else at the station. you started coming around more often, no longer a witness but as his girlfriend. you charmed everyone instantly with your sweet personality, bubbly conversations, and of course… you’re hot at shit. all the detectives can’t keep their eyes off you when you prance into the department in a tiny skirt and lunch that you made for sammy.

and they especially can’t look away right now. in the backyard of one of the detectives houses as you sit in the cutest little bikini with bows on it. you’re stretched out on one of the lounge chairs giggling and getting to know to the other girlfriends and wives of sammy’s coworkers. sammy is at the grill with all the other guys, uncomfortably flipping burgers while they all jeer at him.

they start off strong with their taunts. “you payin’ her sammy?” and “how much prison time did ya threaten her with if she didn’t date you?”. sammy is beet red at this point. he’s about to snap and pull up the sex tape the two of you made last night where you were sobbing from how good he made you feel, when the new rookie chimes in. “yeah bryant. do you even know what to do with all that?”

“of course i do!” his angry yell rings out through the backyard. everyone turns their head at the noise. sammy looks around sheepishly at the wide eyes he gets. he finds yours that are filled with concern “everything okay sammy?”. he nods once, then turns back to the grill as the other detectives double over in laughter.

little do they know, on the other side of the pool you’re telling the other women that sammy bryant knows exactly what to do with ‘all that’.

"you've seriously gotten a noise complaint!?" one of the wives asks you. you giggle through your response, probs too tipsy and oversharing. "we've gotten so many i stopped keeping track! what can i say? he always makes me scream." all jaws drop to the floor, mascara'd eyes blowing wide at your words. "really?" a blonde asks you in disbelief. you scoff and shrug casually as if what you're about to say is the bare minimum. “big time. it’s because he makes sure i come at least twice before he even tries to have sex. never settles ladies." all female eyes curiously trail across the yard to your boyfriend with a newfound respect for the man that apparently keeps you more than satisfied.

you're feeling wayyy too comfortable at this point, so you're a little glad when you hear sammy's voice cut through your next admission. "oh and! he does this thing with his tongue that makes me literally black out right when he-" "baby?" your head snaps to your boyfriend who is now only a few feet away. he has a plate of food put together for you of everything you like without you even having to ask. all the women clock it, then glare at their partners who are already eating at the outdoor table. sammy looks very flushed as he hands it to you, most definitely from hearing your words.

actually, all of the detectives hear your words. but not from you. nope, sammys coworkers got an earful about your amazing sex life later that night at home from their spouses. the next day at the station, they all stare at sammy as if they've never seen him before.

sammy's instantly flustered and heavily confused at the almost astonished looks he's receiving. it isn't until the same rookie who had questioned his abilities the previous night comes up to him and says, "hey man... if you're ever um- givin' out any tips for... y'know- i would uh, appreciate it." that he understands that everyone now knows exactly how he gets a girl like you to date him.

[mochapuppy]

thinking about Sammy's little crush...

tw: emotional cheating // divider: @/petalpxl

wc: 1.2k

...on his sexy single neighbor that just moved in next-door to him and Tammi again and how just your presence has tormented this poor man day and night ever since.

it's not like he sees you that often. he started work pretty early and you did a pretty good job at mostly keeping to yourself, but the glimpses he did catch were enough to make him feel all flustered and ashamed of himself and his helplessly wandering eye.

because he can just tell you're trouble. you, in your sparkly flip flops and stupid cropped tube tops that let your tummy pudge peek over the hem of your too short denim miniskirt, plump ass bouncing and thigh fat jiggling as you walked your mean little dog (who hated Sammy with a passion); without a care in the world that he could see your chubby lovehandles begging to be squeezed or your perky nipples poking through your shirt. because of course you'd go braless, and of course Sammy looked despite him trying his best to ignore you and be a good husband.

Sammy Bryant was a weak little man who's eyes betrayed him any time you were around, really. zeroing in on any bit of exposed flesh you have busting out your tiny little outfits.

you're just a slut looking for attention, Tammi's words not his, and god does he give it to you.

when you show up at his door all pouty and looking worried sick, still in your nightie, claiming that your sink was leaking like crazy and you needed his help cause "it's wet alll over, Sammy please".

when your car shit the bed (a miracle your little fiat even held on that long) and you'd asked all syrupy sweet if Sammy could "take care of me, please Officer?".

even when your IKEA furniture came in and you needed "someone big and strong" like him to assemble it for you because you'd just gotten your nails done and couldn't afford breaking one.

and he'd willingly play along, frowning all unsure and going "eh…I dunno, sweetheart…" only to show up as soon as his wife was out of the house.

it was perfectly neighborly of him to help you, an upstanding member of his community. or at least that's what he reasoned with while he mowed your lawn on a hot-ass Sunday afternoon while Tammi was out of town.

all while trying his best to ignore how good you looked all splayed in your lawn-chair and little bikini, lips pursed around the straw of your fruity drink as your heated gaze raked over Sammy's buff, chubby body. the unforgiving July sun had made his white tee stick to his sweaty torso like saran, and you'd lapped up every detail like you'd owned him. his meaty, defined pecs, the outline of his belly pressing against the drenched fabric, the strain of his sleeves fighting against his flexing biceps…

Sammy couldn't possibly know you wanted him, but your looks were hungry, eyes voraciously gorging on every detail as he stopped mowing to stretch his back. his hand came up to wipe the beads of sweat dotting his brow and rolling down the side of his pink, plump cheeks. a small resigned sigh escaping him as he hesitantly tugged at the hem of his shirt.

"It's soooo hot…" you whine in your comfy seat in the shade, lower lip caught between your teeth in view of his thick triceps and back muscles flexing. good god was Sammy Bryant wide. built like an ox, broad shouldered and burly under a healthy layer of chub, and you wanted nothing more than to take a bite out of him. or three. "why don't you take your shirt off, honey?"

the suggestion seems to have hit a nerve, Sammy straightening up like a meerkat, his head whipping to your direction nervously. "wh-what?" he squeaks before clearing his throat. "i mean- i-…no, no i'm fine. no one wants to see the fat guy shirtless."

he doesn't understand why you look so confused at his self depreciating comment, brows pinched and nose ever so slightly scrunched as you slide off your seat and walk over to him. "That's mean, Sammy," you say, grasping the hem of his white tee to slowly peel the sticky, offending garment off his soft pudgy belly and broad chest. "I wanna see you shirtless." you admit to your married neighbor without a lick of shame. "'sides, it's hot out."

and what the fuck is he supposed to say to that except babble out a confused "thank you?" and ignore the pink flush moving from his cheeks down to his neck at record speed?

you giggle in response, clearly unfazed, or perhaps delighted, and reach up to squeeze his biceps. They're firm under your manicured fingers, a bulging vein jumping when you stroke it with your thumb. "You've got sooo many freckles!" you coo, the tips of your nails trailing down his chest like the world's horniest game of connect the dots. "Lemme get my sunscreen and I can do your back, yeah?"

any other man would probably have enough sense to push you off and hightail it to his home that he shares with his wife, but Sammy finds himself sat at the edge of your sun lounger with you kneeling behind him, almost trembling as you slather sunscreen on his freckled shoulders and back.

"Ooh..see, you're already turnin' pink, honey" you chirp, voice all sweet and bubbly. god, you sounded like you didn't have a care in the world, let alone worried that Tammi might catch you two. your hands take the opportunity to grope Sammy for all he's worth, naughty fingers grasping at his back muscles and sides with the excuse of "getting every inch!", even going as far as to pinch his love handles and laugh in his face when poor Sammy squeaks. "Goodness, you're jumpy officer!"

"Tammi…my wife…" Sammy starts, his protests melting into a soft whimper as you cup and knead his pecs, sunscreen forgotten.

"What about her?" you hum in return, peeking over his shoulder to look at his flushed face and puppydog eyes.

"Well.." Sammy starts, voice unsure "She won't be happy if you keep touchin' me like this, sweeth-heart," he stammers when you move down to rub down his pudgy belly, digits digging into the fat possessively. "Um…just worried, I guess. Don't want her to come fight you or-or something-"

you stop him in his tracks with a bold kiss to his shoulder, lipgloss staining the skin a glistening strawberry pink. it's completely out of order, a step far removed from your thus far mostly innocent flirting, and it makes Sammy's pulse thrum when he should be pushing you off.

"Oh I can handle Ms. Tammi, honey," you throw back, unperturbed by the possibility of Tammi rightfully getting in your face or even getting physical. "So you can tell her she's welcome to come over and try somethin'"

"Or," your purring voice is music to Sammy's ears as you lean in closer, breasts pressed to his bare back. "You can tell her to forget the dog and keep a tighter leash on her husband. Naughty thing keeps getting in my yard, officer." you look at his trembling lips, parted in anticipation of your own blanketing them, then back to those wide hazel eyes staring into yours before pulling back completely with another innocent giggle. "Now, how about some lemonade? i'm melting!"

[lovaeir]

Sucking Sammy’s dick in his cop CARRRRR WHATEVER

MDNI 18+

He’s got a big hand on the back of your head, pushing it down a little while his hips buck up, “yeah there ya go bunny, choke on it a little.” He’s growling, head falling back against the headrest of his seat, his toes curling inside of his shoes.

His hand slips from your head down your back to your ass, squeezing at it before it’s slipping under your skirt and rubbing your soaking wet panties. He lets out a low sleazy chuckle at the feeling, “fuckin’ soaked, just needed something to suck on hm?”

He’s fucking up into your mouth, pushing your panties inside you with his fingers, whispering breathy praises. Soon enough, the fuckers leaning back, smiling with his eyes closed and interlinking his fingers bending his head.

GAWDDDDDD

[lostalioth]

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 (:

✶ match box 10 — 3k follower event.ᐟ

✦. ─ cw: sammy bryant x fem!reader, 600 wc, smut, unprotected sex, unconsensual / ‘accidental’ creampie, breeding kink, needy/feral!sammy, nicknames [honey, sweet girl].

— 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?”

[heavenlybarnesss]

Currently hyper fixated on Jack and pregnant!reader 🥹 Because like let’s say you’re waddling around your kitchen in the early hours of the morning, unable to sleep with the uncomfortable size of your tummy at this point. We’re talking third trimester, any day now timeline. In walks Jack post shift, exhausted and grateful to be home. He sets his bag down and slides his shoes off at the door. He knows you’ve been struggling with sleeping through the night, but still moves through the house quietly in case you are.

He can hear you puttering around in the kitchen, cabinets opening and closing as you change your mind twenty different times about what you’re craving. He leans against the wall, a crinkly eyed smile on his face watching you. Amused by you. Amazed by you. His sleepy girl who’s creating a tiny life inside of her. You’re in one of his old band T-shirts, a pair of his boxers, and fluffy socks. Your hair’s up and disheveled with puffy, sleepy eyes to tie together the ‘hot mess express’ look you’re sporting. And Jack loves it.

Nothing screams ‘sexy’ to Jack like the woman he loves carrying his child. You could be wearing a fucking garbage bag and Jack Abbot still wants up in those guts, baby. You let out a little yawn while steeping your tea under the light above the stove, gasping in surprise as he comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms under your belly. He lifts it, earning an actual moan of relief from you. You could cry, it feels that fucking good. The last few weeks have been hell for your lower back, and you’ve been fussing about it (reasonably so) to Jack more often. Your heart just melts at the thought of him picking up a tip or two from the OBGYN nurses at the hospital.

“You get any sleep, mommy?” he mumbles into your shoulder.

“A little. I think we’re having a rockstar, babe. She loves partying into the early hours of the morning, this one. She’s been kicking me since three a.m.” Jack can’t help but chuckle at the havoc your unborn daughter is already wreaking on you.

“Does this help?” he asks. You nod your head appreciatively.

“Jack, it feels so good. Thank you,” you sigh blissfully. You relax into his arms, letting your head lull back lazily against his warm chest. “How’d you know this would help?”

“Dana actually gave me this one. I jus’ felt awful watchin’ you be so uncomfortable. Broke my heart, baby.” He kisses the side of your head tenderly.

“You know what’s breaking my heart right now?” Jack’s head perks up, caught off guard and slightly confused by your question.

“What’s that?” he asks, tentative.

“That we’re all out of chocolate chips, and now I can’t make chocolate chip pancakes,” you whine. Jack can’t help but laugh. You laugh too, you know it sounds ridiculous. But it also sounds so good.

“I see a Door Dash order from Denny’s in my future,” Jack says. You let him gently drop your belly before turning to face him.

“Hmm…I was thinking Waffle House,” you smile. The lack of sleep and backaches are totally worth mornings like this. And - despite the crying - even more so after the birth of your daughter.

[lovesickmira]

nsfw

andrew cody who inspects your pussy after having sex

He’s just so fascinated. He did this to you, he ruined you like this. Watching his cum ooze out of your abused cunt, he’s laser focused. Your sides all bruised w/ his handprints.

he was clinging onto you the entire time, groaning and whining about how good you felt. How tight, how perfect you squeezed his cock. His eyes glued to the space between you as he slammed in ‘n out.

he genuinely can’t believe you let him do this to you.

his fingers would spread your folds apart, looking at your fluttering hole in awe while you lay above him all sweaty ‘n disheveled.

its genuinely a fucking sight.

a/n i dont know what got into me somebody probably wrote this before but idk.

[sammy-bryant]

[cherrywineisawaltz]

MINORS DNI

Sammy Bryant is just the kind of guy who can never keep his hands off his girl. From the moment he sees you it’s like a switch in his brain, prioritizing touch and proximity above all else, loves to cop a feel wherever possible—doesn’t matter whose around. The moment he’s in through the door from work, languid with exhaustion he’s beside himself to find you bent over the kitchen counter, a sweet smile spread across your face while you speak into your phone. A friend, a colleague, he wasn’t sure, frankly—he didn’t really care. Eyes draping over the arch of your spine, dancing onto your tip toes with each lilted giggle that passed your pretty lips. He’s loosening his tie coming around the kitchen island, palm sliding against your hip and around to press to your tummy while his thick frame encases yours, front pressed to the soft dip of your spine, hips hunching against the supple curve of your ass to relieve the ache restrained beneath his slacks, hard cock pressed against the zipper seam. He’s pressing slow open mouth kisses to the soft line of your jaw, your open mouth stilting pants from travelling through the phone line, fidgeting back against him to feel the hard outline of his cock digging into the back of your thigh, “Hang up the phone.” “What? Oh, nothing, what were you saying?” “Come on, hang up the phone, baby.” “Um—yeah, I—ah—sorry, I thought I heard someone at the door,” you excuse pathetically, looking back at Sammy scandalized when you feel his thumbs hook into the soft fabric hem of your lounge shorts, slipping down your legs in a heap at your ankles with your panties. 

Endless babbling comes from the other line of the forgotten conversation, your jaw hanging slack against the crook of your arm, feeling the head of Sammy’s thick cock sliding between your folds, bulbous head bumping against your aching clit with each sheathe of his hips. “No—no, I’m still listening. Yeah—just have something on the TV.” Sammy’s cock catches on your hole and your body shivers under the weight of him, rumbling groans reverberating from his chest against your spine, thick fingers coming around to stroke your puffy clit almost making you shriek, “I’m so sorry—I have to go, yes, now, bye—” the end call button is hardly a hair away when Sammy finally presses into you, a loud moan leaving your throat as you drop the phone. The obnoxious wet sounds of Sammy's raw cock slipping in and out of your eager cunt makes your skin burn hot, clawing back to hold the hands yanking your hips to meet his, “Must’ve been a real interesting fuckin’ conversation, hm?” he rasps, “Not interesting enough, hm? My sweet girl goes so stupid for this dick, isn’t that right? Just how I like her.”

[currentlydilfhunting]

shawn hatosy CGI as a navi avatar. oh my god im wet. oh my god i need that. james cameron lets make this happen king