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[ellaynaa]

₊˚⊹ ᰔ — about me!! 🪷

⤷ previously ellaynaonsaturn 18+, mdni, she/her, c.ai creator, aug leo, american, multi fandom, infp, wallflower, introvert, fem, cabin #6, hufflepuff, fall lover, mike faist enthusiast, steve harrington truther, jack abbots babydoll, logan howletts gf, challengers advocate, clark kent’s #1 superfan .ᐟ

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[shawnhatosys-biceps]

Shawn Hatosy as Sammy Bryant in SouthLAnd

Something about him in this episode really just hits different

[groovyangelkisses]

coming down the stairs in a string bikini with a lil charm dangling in between your tits. jack is sooooo dad about it, standing from the couch with one arm extended as he walks towards you

“uh uh, no way”

“jaaaack it’s cute!” you whine, cocking your hip and placing your hand on the swell as you stand your ground.

“yeah too fuckin’ cute, i can’t pop a chubby on the beach, baby. please, for my sake, change.” he tries, but you know he wants you to wear it. he just loves the teasing faux argument, riles him up, even.

sauntering out the door with a smile and jack rubs his thumb on the bone at the center of your chest. “so fuckin’ sexy, love you” he relents, a soft whisper and rough kiss to your lips before he pulls back to grab the beach umbrella and your tote.

[liltrinkets]

jack abbot using your hair as a leash while he fucks you doggy :(((( thrusts so hard he pushes your nose to robby’s balls :(((( they’re so mean and they laugh when you gag on robby’s thick cock :((((

[venuras]

steve’s hips are planted firmly beneath yours as his head is thrown back against the pillows, eyes squeezed shut in overwhelming pleasure. he's practically rambling, words tumbling out in a desperate mess- "fuuck baby... just like that.. don't stop, p-please"- when you suddenly start bouncing faster on his cock, taking him deeper with every sharp drop of your hips. the change in pace rips a needy groan from his throat, and before he can keep babbling, you lean forward and shove your tits right into his face, smothering his mouth and cutting off whatever pathetic little plea was about to spill out next.

he has no option but to suck, his lips latching onto one of your nipples instantly, tongue swirling hungrily as he moans into your soft skin. "mm-mommy—! s-so good," he cries out, the words muffled and vibrating against your breast while he pathetically bucks his hips up to match your thrusts, chasing the tight heat of your pussy with frantic little jerks that make his cock twitch inside you.

"what happened to mr. tough guy?" you ask as you grind down harder, rolling your hips in slow circles just to watch him fall apart even more. "you like when i fuck you like this steevie?"

he immediately starts nodding frantically, eyes glassy while he sucks harder on your tit, cheeks hollowing with the effort. his hands grip your waist tighter, fingers digging into your skin like he's afraid you'll stop, "y-yes... fuck, yes love it when you ride me like this baby please don't stop, i need it.. need you," he mumbles between sloppy, wet sucks, his voice cracking as another moan escapes him. every bounce of your hips sends sparks through both of you, his thighs trembling underneath you while he keeps thrusting up weakly, completely lost in the feeling of being used so perfectly by you.

you can feel how close he is already, his cock pulsing heavy inside your dripping cunt, but you don't let up, you just keep bouncing faster. loving the way steve has been reduced to nothing but your needy, whimpering boy who can't even form a full sentence. "that's it stevie keep sucking just like that. lemme see how much you love being fucked stupid"

[champagneholland]

Oh to be the lesson Jack Abbot can't seem to learn.

The young pretty resident who recently joined the night shift and also his wildest fantasies. The shift from dream to reality did not take long; your hot attendant was, in fact, the first thing you noticed as soon as you arrived.

Jack likes to remind you that whatever has happened between you two can't happen again, yet he is the one who finds the silliest excuses to touch you in some ways and pushes you in the first empty room to kiss your skin.

As you put your scrub back on as soon as you can, Jack likes to remind you of his favourite words "Can't happen again". At the millionth time you hear that, you just roll your eyes and ignore the old man.

"Same time tomorrow?" you ask.

To which Jack finds himself nodding faster than he likes to admit.

You kiss him quickly before leaving the room.

"Tomorrow is the last time" Jack tells himself and he knows he is lying.

[shadeofpeach]

need to use his back as a cat scratcher

[longlostx11]

All of us.

[iwannab3adored]

pope who doesn’t understand how intimidating he can come across as. except he does ⋆˚꩜｡

pope was protective when it came to you.

how could he not be? there were so many creepy people in the world. people who wouldn’t think twice about hurting you. it was his job to make sure that you were safe, that you were looked after.

that’s why he followed you almost everywhere.

to the grocery store? sure, pope is right behind you carrying the basket.

to the park? he’ll bring his skateboard, maybe teach you a few tricks.

to the beach? pope already has the sunscreen, ready to reapply it so you don’t burn in the sun.

there really was no limit to where he’d follow you to.

sometimes he’d make himself known

other times he didn’t

that’s why it didn’t alarm you when he followed you to deran’s bar. it was his brother’s establishments anyway, that gave him one extra reason to be there.

you’d told him that he should go socialize, take a break from being your sworn protector. pope immediately contested it. he didn’t like anyone here but you, why should he bother? after a bit of back and forth he reluctantly left your side. he’d “try” and mingle with the other patrons.

really he just sat down and watched whatever game was on tv. nursing a beer and not talking to anyone.

at least you’d tried.

that’s when you noticed that you were the one struggling to interact with others as well.

you hadn’t expected how people seemingly avoided you. there was the off chance that someone waved hello or gave you a smile, but they never stayed long enough to chat.

until your friend, sarah, spotted you from a few feet away.

she’d embraced you tightly, both of you exchanging pleasantries. finally, someone you could talk to.

about 20 minutes into the conversation was when you’d admitted your quarrel with tonight.

“i don’t know what’s up with people today, but it seems like no one wants to be near me.” you weakly chuckled, stirring your half empty glass.

“yeah, well i don’t blame them.” sarah replied. your head perked up, ready to take offense.

“what? what’s that supposed to mean?”

she looked around as if you’d said something completely asinine.

“are you serious? with pope cody staring you down like that? he’s practically issued a public service announcement that he’ll attack anyone who comes close.” she let out a breathy laugh, downing what was left of her long island iced tea.

you just sat there, mouth slightly agape, eyebrows furrowed. she had to be kidding.

sarah casted her gaze behind you, a chill running up her spine.

Pope stared intently at her. his usual hardened gaze strong enough to kill. the beer in his hand gone warm under his grip.

“i mean, god, he looks like he’s gonna kill me just ‘cause im talking with you.”

“what?” you immediately whipped your head around, sending a glare pope’s way.

his gaze softened when he caught your eyes. though, it quickly dissipated into a look of guilt. similar to that of a dog’s.

“for fuck’s sake- would you give me a second?” before sarah could agree you were already getting up out of your seat.

you marched towards pope, your shoes clacking against the cement flooring. he straightened up, putting his beer off to the side. he was in trouble now.

“what’s your deal?” you spouted, crossing your arms in front of you.

“my deal?” he muttered.

“come on, pope, you know what i mean.”

pope only shrugged, mumbling that he didn’t know what you were talking about. he let his eyes drift away from yours. as if that would make him look any less conspicuous.

you rubbed your brow, a faint laugh leaving your throat.

“andrew, you can’t just death glare anyone who comes up to me. this was supposed to be a fun night for the both of us.”

“s’only making sure you were okay.” he said quietly, his mouth forming an annoyingly adorable pout as he looked up at you.

damn him and his stupid face, his stupid eyes, his stupid curls-

“i understand that, but i’m not gonna suddenly die from being more than 6 feet away from you.” you huffed.

“I know that.” pope replied, feeling more defensive of his position.

“do you?”

pope leaned back in his seat, growing more fidgety.

“do you want me to leave you alone?” he asked softly.

“what- no! andrew, absolutely not.” your voice softened. you loved having pope around, even if you knew his reputation preceded him. you just wish he didn’t make it so easy to live up to those expectations.

you looked around, a few eyes watching your interaction with pope. you sighed. leaning down to cup his shoulders with your hands.

“I just wish you wouldn’t death stare anyone who tries to come near me.”

pope’s eyes shifted between your own. he shrugged his shoulders.

“that’s just how i look.”

you couldn’t stop a small smile from breaking across your face.

“well could you try not to? for my sake?”

a moment passed before pope nodded. he hesitantly reached up, grasping your hand.

you sighed, dragging him up to his feet. you held his hand tighter, leading him to the exit.

“let’s just go home, yeah?”

pope leaned into your touch, rubbing his thumb across the top of your knuckles.

“hey! you didn’t pay for your drinks!” deran shouted from behind the counter.

“I’ll pay for it.” pope shouted back, holding the door open for you. his gaze stuck on your pretty face.

at the end of the day, you loved pope’s unconventional forms of affection.

a/n: i despise all the different tenses, also im chronically abusing the sentence slasher thingy

[loulouxox]

a woman has never been so lucky ..god irish and sexy at 50 AND big what the fuck do we do

[strawberrycherrycola]

Belly belly belly belly belly belly

[moodyabbott]

jack and nurse!reader being newlywed’s & she sends him this photo and he absolutely loose him mf mind.

[groovyangelkisses]

vacationing at the beach with husband!sammy <3

spending the whole day on the beach, walking to collect shells & watching him literally throw his body into waves from the shoreline. whenever he comes back to sit with you he always stands over you and hooks a finger in your bikini top to catch a glimpse of you. blushing red and smiling with his teeth when you gasp and playfully push his hand away 👙☀️

when you get back to your hotel, you shower together, “conserves water babydoll, hop in” he teases. hugging under the warm water, kissing at the skin of his shoulder as his big arms hold you to him.

when it, naturally, gets a little handsy, sammy is acting suuuper coy, “excuse me young lady, i’m trying to shower here!” stepping in front of the stream to soap up his chest, your chest to his back.

running your hands across his chest and tummy, eventually taking a soapy palm to his cock. his knees buckling and his hands grasping to touch you behind his back, he lifts an arm up to tuck your pretty head against the side of his chest. teeth biting at his bottom lip, “fuuuu-fuuuck”

basically holding each other up afterwards. tongue kisses against the wall, totally exhausted & a lil sunburnt </3

[openmymouthandspit]

point of view. ⸝⸝ since being released from prison, pope has been so needy

pope’s hands tremble as they grip your hips, pulling you down onto the creaky bed in the chateau like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. since they let him out, he’s been like this; so starved, desperate, every touch like it’s the first real one in years. his breath shakes against your neck, hot and uneven, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as he presses open mouthed kisses down your collarbone.

“i missed this,” he breathes, voice cracking. his mouth trails lower, frantic and wet, kissing every inch of your chest like he’s memorizing you. his fingers dig into your skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show how bad he needs it, how starved he really is. another whimper escapes him when your hands slide into his hair, and he arches into it, hips grinding against your thigh.

he kisses down your stomach, lips brushing your ribs, your belly, then lower, tongue flicking out like he can’t get enough of your taste. “please… let me,” he mumbles between kisses, voice wrecked and needy. his breath hitches hard when you spread your legs for him, and he buries his face there instantly, moaning softly against your heat. his tongue works slow at first, savoring, but hunger takes over quick, lapping, sucking, whimpering with every little sound you make.

pope’s whole body shakes as he climbs back up, kissing your thighs, your hips, your breasts again, like he can’t stop. he doesn’t rush, instead he just keeps touching you slowly, kissing, whimpering your name like a prayer. “been so long… i need you so bad,” he gasps, breath shaky as he finally sinks into you, slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut with a broken moan.

he moves like he’s drowning in you, hips stuttering, mouth never leaving your skin, kissing your shoulders, your jaw, your lips in messy, desperate presses. every thrust pulls another soft whimper from him, his hands roaming everywhere, touching, gripping, like he’s making up for every empty day behind bars. “don’t stop… please.” he begs against your mouth, voice trembling, completely lost in how much he needs this, needs you.

[heavenlybarnesss]

Jack Abbot who gets a text from pregnant!reader telling him that her water broke and her sister is driving her to the hospital. He does a sexy, cowboy like howl of excitement that startles a half asleep Santos, and exclaims to EVERYONE in the emergency room, “My baby’s having my baby!!!” And fucking yeehaws up to Labor and Delivery with the overnight bag he’s had ready in his work locker for over a month - the same place he keeps every ultrasound you’ve had throughout your pregnancy, taped on the inside door to look at when he needs hope during a rough shift 🥹

[lovesickmira]

andrew cody who genuinely can’t leave you alone once he realizes you’re ovulating (this is self-indulgent im so sorry.) nsfw

it felt like the world was collapsing, all you could feel was andrew’s tongue lapping at you like he was deprived of water for days. You’re not thinking at all— he’s pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and god, every time you feel like you’re ascending.

his nose prodding against your clit, tongue sliding in ‘n out and then licking a fat stripe up your cunt. It’s a never ending cycle. you’re holding onto the bed frame for dear life while he holds you against his face. He’s rutting up into the air, chasing relief so desperately. His tip is an angry red, cock throbbing but he’s not nearly as focused on that as he is on the scent of you.

your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, suffocating him almost but he doesn’t mind it, infact he seems to fuckin’ love it.

he’s so obsessed with your scent… especially how your panties smell after a particularly hot day outside. but nothing compares to when you’re ovulating, when you’re at his favorite time of the month. Fuck, he could die a happy man between your legs.

[groovyangelkisses]

wanna be on a beach vacay w jack :(( like ugh sitting in a cabana w him and letting urself get tipsy on fruity cocktails while he reads a book and gets some sun and just getting allll uppp onnn himmmm JACK ABBOT PLEASEEEEUGGHHH

oh god yes <3

sitting right on top of him so your body is blocking the ocean as you settle into his lap. he’s putting the book down on his tummy with squinted eyes and a headshake, “what’re you up to, baby?”

your bathing suit bottoms soaking through his swimming trunks and you can *feel* him getting harder as his hands settle on your waist. pressing a quick peck to his lips before hopping off of him and back into your chair.

he’s chuckling a lil, shaking his head and putting his sunglasses back on with a nod, “you’re trouble.” teasingly running a hand over his jaw & scratching at his beard because he knows the sound drives you crazy.

a happy, giggling squeal and you’re taking the straw of your “sex on the beach” cocktail (jack recommended it, go figure) into your mouth. “what’re you reading daddy?” you tease, foot coming up to trace against your calf, metallic “j” anklet shimmering in the sun. you take the straw in a bit deeper, nails rubbing at the glass cup.

he turns to you with a sigh, half-hard but so in love with the relaxation in your shoulders and playfulness of your attitude. god knows his girl needed some time off… and he did too. “are you serious?” his gravelly voice gives out, eye twitching a bit at the honorific that always gets you & him exactly what you want.

“mmhm! tell me” your heart softens as jack pulls your chair closer to him so you can rest under his arm. cuddling into his chest, one hand on his pec & the other rested directly on top of his cock; you fall asleep as he breathily explains the plot of the newest novel he’s reading.

little squeezes in your sleep & jack knows he’s got limited time before he has to close the cabana curtains for a sweet little wake up <3