alex

you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love

[iloverodentmen]

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[iloverodentmen]

my way smau

chapter 2 “again”

a/n: hello babes i’m so sorry this took so long but i have the nastiest writer’s block and i had no inspiration for weeks on end😭 i hope you’ll like this chapter!🩷

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[pedaltothepetal]

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synopsis: when freshly divorced frank takes his kids to soccer for the first time, he immediately makes friends with one of the mothers, you. when you come and pick your daughter up from a playdate later, it stretches into something much greater than both of you could've imagined. pairing: divorced!frank langdon x single mother!reader cw: 18+ mdni, smut, angst. discussions of divorce, mentions of frank's drug addiction and guilt, discussions of abandonment and single parenthood. unprotected p in v, fingers in mouth. wordcount: 4.5k taglist: @pittsick @inside--her--fantasy @voidsuites @lvve-talks @iloverodentmen @carpenfaist @nyxmoretti @kill3ill @meetmeatyourworst @coochiemama3000 @scariffs @thryn-the-destroyer @multi-fandom-bi-bitch (to be added)

the car was new. well, not new but unfamiliar. it was a station wagon, reminiscent of what your dad had driven around in the ‘80s, you didn’t even know they still made those. the puppy’s new too, sprinting out of the open car door before the engine had even turned off, all floppy ears and wagging tail. so was the man chasing her, with muttered curse words and failed grabs with veiny arms. the stubble, you noted, was definitely new and you swallowed, hard. 

the only familiar part of the chaotic scene was the two kids, penny and tanner, dashing out of the car and onto the soccer pitch, joining nora, your daughter in a flurry of giggles. 

the weary man had wrangled the overexcited puppy onto the leash and although the animal was still nipping at his ankles, he was too busy scanning the crowd of parents. following his eyeline, you recognised the judgemental looks and whispers behind hands, you knew what it felt like to be the social pariah. however, when his gaze falls on you, you make a point to look neutral, no indication of welcoming. shamefully, you’d worked hard to climb the ranks to a somewhat average position, break away from the single mother stereotype. 

for better or worse, the man chooses to stand next to you, puppy jumping up wildly. 

‘just ignore him.’ he says with a quick shake of his head, ‘apparently it’s just a phase.’ 

the puppy tilts it’s head as if to say this will definitely not be a phase. 

you nod politely but he merely takes it as signal to continue. 

‘it was supposed to be a surprise, you see?’ he clicks his tongue, ‘tanner was so insistent he’d take care of the poor animal.’ 

with a shake of your head, you reply wryly. ‘kids always say stuff like that, trick is not to give in.’ 

‘i’ll… remember that for next time.’ he laughs with a smirk, looking down at the puppy, who was now pushing it’s fluffy head against his shoes, begging for cuddles. 

you look down too, and your jaded heart melts at the adorable sight and with a nod from the man, you’re crouching down to pet him and the puppy immediately bumps his face into your hand, licking your fingers excitedly. 

it’s only when you stand back up, feeling weirdly warmed by the whole interaction that he introduces himself. 

‘i’m frank, by the way.’ he presses his hand to his chest, ‘frank langdon.’ 

you’re at a loss for words, trying to keep your expression polite whilst your brain fires at a million miles per minute. abby had talked at length about her husband, his time as a doctor, his time in rehab, his lack of time for his kids. by the end, you’d envisioned some sort of monster who was jacked up on pills and only appeared in the depths of nighttime. 

that is nothing like the fairly normal man stood beside you. he’s dressed a plain shirt that hugs his upper body, showing faint muscles and regular jeans that aren’t too baggy and aren’t too tight. his dark brown hair is flopping in his face slightly, obscuring his piercing blue eyes. his jawline is set but you’re drawn to the stubble covering it once again and the way his sturdy fingers stroke it as if it still needed some getting used to. 

your eyes betrayed you, widening impossibly as you made the connection. he’d never brought the kids to soccer practice before, he was no longer clean shaven and he had a demented puppy with him. abby had finally divorced him. 

thankfully, frank hadn’t seemed to take notice of your blatant shock so when you finally answered him, it was as casual as you could muster. 

‘oh! well it’s good to finally meet you.’ your smile is strained, not quite meeting your eyes as you try to quell your surprise. ‘i’ve heard so much about you!’ 

he seemed a little embarrassed by this, looking away slightly. ‘yeah… um… can’t’ve been good.’

you wave your hands rapidly, ‘no, no. trust me, all the moms here complain about their husbands, it’s standard.’ 

it’s a lie of course, and a bad one at that. there’s complaining about your husband not doing the dishes and there’s complaining about your husband almost losing his job for stealing painkillers. 

despite this, it seems to appease frank and he looks back at you with a soft expression. it’s real, almost too real and as you hold his warm gaze, you feel your heart rate slowly increase and the sound of a plastic ball being bounced across the grass and screaming children start to fade into the background. 

the moment is interrupted by three children running up to you. 

‘mom! mom! mommy! mom!’ came the repeated cry, you’d barely had time to swivel your head to look at nora.

you take a deep regulating breath, ‘yes, sweetheart?’ 

‘can i stay at tanner and penny’s new house? pleaseeee?’ she whined, making her eyes wide with a grin stretching across half her little face. 

‘well…’ you glance at frank’s kids, who were riling their new puppy up to no end and then to frank who was doing his best to keep it all under control. 

at your non reply, your daughter doubled down. ‘please, please, please, please, please, please.’ 

‘okay, okay!’ you hold your hands up in defeat, ‘i just have to ask their dad first.’ 

nora erupted into cheers and immediately dove into the throng of child and puppy at your feet. 

turning to frank with an apologetic face, you ask the question. ‘in case you hadn’t heard, nora wants to have a playdate at your house today.’ 

you’re half expecting him to say no, come up with some excuse about how there’s no space or he’s hardly unpacked but instead he brightens. 

‘oh sure! they’d love that. here…’ he fumbles around in his jean pocket to pull out his phone and you notice the friendship bracelets adorning his wrist, a children’s creation that makes your heart swell. ‘i’ll give you my number in case anything happens.’

you smile slightly, it’s the most considerate a dad has ever been around here. ‘great, thanks.’ you say as you type his digits into your phone. ‘does 6 sound good? i’ll give her dinner at home.’ 

‘6 is perfect.’ frank replies with a warm smile, and once again his gaze is lingering just a beat too long. 

you blink and look away first, ‘okay, nora. come say bye to your mom!’ you call. 

‘bye!’ she squeals into your legs, little arms wrapped around them in a hug. 

‘bye, honey. have fun.’ you whisper into her hair, pressing a kiss to her scalp before handing her her backpack. 

‘be good!’ comes your final cry as she tears off with penny and tanner towards frank’s car. 

as you trudged back to your own beat up sedan, you couldn’t help but stare at his contact open on your phone. even as you drove home, blasting music, you found yourself wishing that he’d call or even text. not that you wanted anything bad to happen to nora, far from it, you just wanted to hear his smooth voice again, read his words. 

this was wrong, you thought as the key turned in the lock and you came home to an empty house. you weren’t exactly abby’s friend but you were friendly, she was friendly and everyone knew what went down over the last couple of years between her and frank. 

and yet, you hadn’t been with someone since you’d given birth to nora, no time to balance a job, a kid and a man. nor did you have time for hookups either, lost track of how long it had been since you’d even had sex. 

you were just pent up, you concluded, you saw an attractive man out in the wild and didn’t know how to act. there was no way you could possibly be interested in your friend’s freshly ex husband. 

sitting down to watch tv to pass the endless hours, every channel was showing some sort of romance. whether it was cheesy romantic comedies or cringe reality dating shows, it didn’t matter. you were being haunted by your own conflicting feelings.

5:30 couldn’t come fast enough and you practically jumped in the car, surprised you didn’t get a speeding ticket as you pulled up outside frank’s address, your heart had skipped a beat when he’d texted it to you hours earlier. 

although you’d convinced yourself you couldn’t possibly be attracted to him, you did reapply your lipstick and check your mascara before getting out of the car. the house was modest, small in a series of ramshackle houses on a street just outside pittsburgh. he clearly wasn’t short of money, so the divorce must not have come as a surprise. 

even as you stood on his creaky wooden porch, you could hear the cacophony of chaos from behind the door. as you knocked, you heard shrill barking and the door opened just as golden fur dove at you only to be grabbed by the scruff of it’s neck and yanked back. 

‘sorry, sorry.’ frank mutters quickly as he shooed the poor creature away, ‘like i said, still a lot of training to go.’ 

you blink, bewildered. ‘no it’s fine, really.’ you smile politely, suddenly at a loss for words just from the sight of him. 

‘it’s um- nora!’ he shouts upstairs, ‘your mom’s here!’

there’s the sound of giggles and definitely no footsteps on the stairs. 

frank pulls a face and runs his fingers through his hair, ‘they might be a while, do you want to come in?’ he gestures behind him. 

before you can even think, you’re stepping past the threshold. 

‘sure, thanks.’ you smile. 

the interior is a mess, the furniture is simple, recent store items but it’s all draped in piles of laundry and children’s toys. everything has puppy height bites in it and you can barely see the living room rug, filled with torn up teddies. 

‘i apologise for the mess, my job doesn’t give me a whole lot of time for housekeeping.’ he shrugs, it’s an excuse but a genuine one. even so, nora didn’t make half as much mess as this. 

‘i understand, you’re a doctor right?’ comes your warm reply. 

he brightens, corner of his lips quirking up. ‘yeah. emergency medicine.’ 

‘brave.’ you say wryly. 

‘you said it not me.’ he joked as he opened the fridge door. ‘drink?’ 

you slide onto the dining table bench, flicking a transformers toy aside and adjust your outfit, which you admit was not your typical picking up your daughter get up but you couldn’t help yourself. 

‘well if you’re-’ you regret the words as soon as they came out of your mouth. 

his expressions hardens slightly, but it’s not directed at you, rather the portrayal of a million guilty memories. 

his response is blunt, ‘i don’t.’ 

‘right- of course-’ you say quickly, swallowing down your embarrassment. ‘me neither.’ 

frank doesn’t say any more and you don’t want to push so you’re now stuck in this agonising silence, sipping respective glasses of water. 

‘so-’ you both start at the same time, before he laughs and shakes his head. 

‘you go.’ he nods, earnest. 

you press your lips together, ‘it’s a nice house.’ you sidestep, not wanting to say what was actually on your mind when he was being so hospitable.

frank looked around, as if seeing it himself for the first time. ‘yeah… my parents helped me out a bit.’ 

‘that’s good.’ you reply, awkward and a little too fast and he eyes you slightly. 

with a sly smirk, he puts you on the spot. ‘why? what’s your house like then?’ 

almost choking on your water, ‘it’s not that much different if you must know. just a lot…’ your eyes twinkle with mischief as you add the last word, ‘cleaner.’ 

the laugh erupts from frank, a broad smile stretching across his face as he watches you with mock surprise. 

‘oh yeah? well i suppose you’ve got half the kids and…’ he tilts his head to the side, ‘what do you do? for work i mean.’ 

‘right. i’m a consultant, it’s boring, trust me.’ you shrug. 

‘so half the kids and half the hours then.’ frank jokes and you feel your cheeks grow hot. 

‘alright, alright.’ you shake your head, staring down into your glass. 

‘hey.’ he murmured quietly, ‘i was joking.’ 

‘i know.’ you retort but as you look up, you can see the way his piercing eyes had softened. 

his gaze was lingering again, that beat too long that made your breath quicken. you didn’t want to look away until your phone screen lit up and it jolted you out of the moment. 

‘shit is that the time already? it’s almost…’ 

frank was already standing, opening the fridge. ‘dinnertime?’ 

you move to follow immediately, ‘you don’t have to. i can take her home and feed her, honestly.’ 

he didn’t miss a beat, ‘stay. i want you to.’ 

his tone was gentle but authoritative, the words simple but they struck a chord anyway, your heart swelling as you leaned against the kitchen counter. 

‘god i can’t see why abby divorced you.’ you mutter under your breath, your tone is joking but his head snaps up regardless, he heard you. 

frank freezes, and you can see his adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he processes what you just said. you can’t apologise, it’s too late, the words hanging in the air 

‘i messed up, bad.’ comes his stoic reply, though his voice was wavering. ‘i worked really hard to atone for what i did, but it wasn’t enough for her.’ 

‘i know i-’ you cut in, swallowing. 

he shakes his head, ‘and that’s okay. i’m just grateful she lets me see my kids.’ 

you sigh, following his sorrowful gaze upstairs, ‘frank i-’ 

he turns to look at you then, eyes hard but again, he’s not mad at you but rather himself. ‘i let a lot of people down, abby included and i’m not asking for forgiveness from anyone, i just want to prove that i can get better, be better.’ 

it was the most honest thing you’d heard about the whole situation and it made your heart ache. you couldn’t hate abby for how she felt, far from it but there was something in frank’s expression that meant you couldn’t help but feel sorry for him too, whether he wanted it or not. 

‘do you want a hug?’ comes your quiet sympathy. 

he doesn’t say anything so you step closer, arms enveloping him warmly. frank is broad, not outwardly muscular with bulging arms but his chest is rock solid, sinewy arms working their way around your waist. the hug stretches from seconds into minutes, neither of you want to pull away and his chin starts to rest atop your head. 

eventually, you step apart but his arms move to slide on top of yours, each of your hands gripping the others elbows. frank licks his lips and you think it’s going to happen, that he’ll lean in and- 

‘can you get the plates out of the cupboard, please? on the left above the microwave.’ he whispers, tone almost too casual and you nod, pulling away. 

you don’t notice how he watches you, ass bending over slightly to reach up and grab a stack of porcelain. 

as you start to lay the table, frank calls. ‘don’t worry about that, the kids can eat outside, it’s nice out. penny and tanner are always begging me to let them.’ 

your brow furrows, ‘you sure?’ 

he’s already piling fries on each plate, ‘yeah, i’m sure.’ 

doing your best to suppress your smile, you nod in agreement.

‘kids!’ frank bellows, ‘dinner!’ 

they all come barrelling down the stairs, crowding the kitchen like feral creatures, the puppy attempting to climb the counters to get to the chicken nuggets. 

‘come on, go eat outside please.’ he shooed them away. 

penny and tanner’s faces lit up before scrambling to open the backdoor and tumble into the fenced in grass, puppy running laps. nora hung back, holding her plate but looking at you expectantly. 

‘go on, honey. it’s okay, frank and i are having dinner too.’ comes your gentle confirmation and she brightens once more. 

‘sweet!’ she cheers before dashing out after them and plopping herself down with her plate. 

‘now…’ frank slides the door shut and the kitchen falls quiet again, a soft domestic quiet that you could certainly get used to. ‘where were we?’ 

you don’t miss the flirty undertones in his words, so your reply is equally salacious, ‘i believe we were about to have dinner… together.’ 

he smirks and sits down opposite you, fork stabbing a forlorn fry. ‘so, what’s your story?’ 

you tilt your head to the side, ‘oh i don’t have one.’ comes your quick, polite response. 

‘sure you don’t.’ frank retorts, staring at you so intently that you can’t avert your gaze. 

shrugging, you exhale. ‘i picked the wrong guy to be the father of my child.’ 

frank doesn’t push, but he doesn’t say anything either, just continuing to study you. 

‘he didn’t- he wasn’t… abusive like that.’ you shake your head quickly, focusing on cutting a chicken nugget into tinier and tinier bites. ‘he wasn’t ready, even though he told me it was what he wanted.’ 

‘so he ran? took off?’ frank prompted, though his words were barely audible. 

your neck snapped up then, ‘oh yeah, he was long gone before she was even born. ran off with the girl he’d been cheating on me with for the last nine months.’ your tone is wry, joking even but there’s an undercurrent of hurt that still lingers. 

he deflated slightly but his hand enclosed your own across the table.

‘i’m sorry.’ was all frank said but something inside you split open. 

‘it’s fine, he doesn’t deserve to know her anyway.’ you suck your teeth, gazing out the window at nora laughing with penny and tanner, that laugh where she snorts so loud it only makes her laugh harder and your eyes fill with tears all of a sudden. ‘although… sometimes i wonder if she knows what she doesn’t have, whether she misses having a father despite everything. i do my best to provide for her but- it’ll never be the same.’ 

he falls quiet, watching you watching her for what feels like an eternity. the tears are flowing now, irregular and small but there, so when frank finally does speak, the first thing he does is wipe a wobbling tear from your cheek with a calloused thumb. 

‘the fact that you think that tells me you’re better than two parents combined.’ he whispers sincerely, brow furrowing as he looks you over gently. 

‘you mean that?’ you whimper, it’s almost childish how your bottom lip starts to wobble. 

he seemed amused by that, ‘wouldn’t say it if i didn’t.’ 

swallowing down your tears, your answer is soft, broken. ‘thank you.’ 

maybe it was your heightened emotional state, or the childhood food in front of you both, but you found yourself leaning in. frank didn’t pull away and when your lips finally met, all your heartfelt confessions faded into the background. it was hard to get closer with the table in the way, but it didn’t matter, the kisses were rapid, barely time to breathe between lips crashing into each other. 

when you do break away, you giggle in embarrassment as frank’s whole face reddens, right to the tips of his ears. 

‘i’m sorry.’ frank grins as he repeats those two words, meaning so different from just a few moments ago. 

‘no you’re not.’ you retort with narrowed eyes and a chuckle. 

‘no i’m not.’ he concedes, grin only widening. 

his hand is still in yours, and now he turns it, so your palm is facing upwards. your fingers interlock with his own and you both just watch it, the connection forming between you. 

‘it’s been so long since i-’ you start, wide eyes finding his sure ones. 

‘i don’t care.’ frank shrugs, tone breathy and light. 

you press your lips together and slide out of your chair. ‘fuck it.’ 

frank follows you as you open the backdoor, curiosity written all over his expression. 

‘nora!’ you shout across the yard and her head swivels, ‘do you want to sleep over?’ 

she jumps up immediately, ‘yes please!’ 

none of the kids notice frank’s muscular arm snaking around your waist but you do. the unfamiliar warmth of his chest pressed against your back and his chin fitting perfectly into the crook of your shoulder. 

so?’ you whisper in his ear with raised eyebrows. 

frank shut the backdoor with ease, one handed so he didn’t have to be separated from you.  

sprinting up the stairs like children, you didn’t even make it to his bed before he was all over you. pressed up against the door, frank’s kisses were passionate and fast, hands roaming all over you. your hands slid down to his ass, resting there and your tongue prodded his bottom lip, encouraging him to go slow and savour this as his tongue slid over yours. 

as the kisses grow longer, stretching into minutes since you’d come up for air, your hands snake round from his ass to the zipper on his jeans, tugging it down and feeling the bulge hiding behind, spring forward. 

frank groans into your mouth, before pulling away to break for breathless panting. 

‘fuck.’ his face screws up as he tries to calm his body that’s thrumming with desire. 

without warning, he grips your hips and turns you around so your stomach is pressed against the door, back arched and he laughs deliciously. 

‘please… oh god.’ you whimper, grateful you wore your shortest and tightest skirt for the occasion. 

frank wastes no time in pulling it down over your ass till it falls to your ankles. you can hear the sound of his belt unbuckling and denim kicked across the floor. he plants his hands on either side of your head against the door frame and torturously starts to rub his clothed bulge against your clothed pussy. 

‘frank…’ you plead shakily, already aching with need. 

‘yeah? you want this?’ he growls, right in your ear and your whole body shivers. 

‘so bad. so- so bad.’ you reply with a sharp moan as he presses right against you. 

his fingers dip into your panty line, and the skin there comes up in goosebumps instantaneously, just from the briefest of touches. he slowly pulls them down to reveal your hungry pussy. 

‘holy…’ he breathes, running his finger along one of your folds teasingly, making you clench. 

‘frank!’ you gasp, as cold breeze hits your hole. 

‘okay… okay…’ he mutters, pulling down his own underwear. 

you feel his throbbing erection brush up against your cunt, but he doesn’t enter, not yet. the teasing is killing you and it’s hardly been that long. 

a large hand taps your inner thigh, ‘further apart, come on.’ 

you comply immediately, shuffling your legs out as far as they can go without you toppling over and that’s when his sensitive tip breaches you. 

it’s slow at first, barely inside before he’s pulling it out again, only to re-enter with an extra inch. your breath catches in your throat as he continues this game of in, out, in, out. 

‘for fuck’s sake!’ you groan, forehead slamming against the word. 

‘easy, i don’t want to hurt you.’ he mutters, kissing at your neck. 

‘i’ve pushed a whole child out of there, just fuck me already.’ you whine and frank’s startled by your forwardness. 

happy to oblige, he starts slamming into you like a mad man, balls slapping against your ass. frank’s hands are digging into your hips like he’s kneading dough, and you relish the thought of the bruises there in the morning. 

‘oh yes- yes- god-’ you moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head. 

‘we gotta be- ngh.. quiet.’ frank grunts as his dick slides in and out of your soaked hole. 

you can barely hear him over the sloppy sounds your pussy is making, it’s obscene the way the spongy walls grip every vein of his girth, even when the tip brushes that sweet spot inside you that makes you see stars. 

‘fuck- please- please!’ you gasp and cry, trying to grind into his dick but you're sandwiched between him and the door so it’s near impossible to move, apart from your shaking legs. 

‘i said-’ frank panted, ‘quiet.’ 

as he speaks, his fingers slide into your open mouth and you almost finish on the spot. the combination of his digits inside your drooling mouth, pressing against your teeth and tongue and his cock plunging in and out of your pussy is too much, too overwhelming in the best way. 

‘ugh- close-’ you garble and frank doesn’t even pause, increasing his pace. 

your orgasm comes just seconds later, crashing over you like a tidal wave. everything is blurry, except his hand in your face and his length buried somewhere deep in your cunt. you’re certain your juices are soaking the carpeted floor, spraying out and lining his dick like a sheath. garbled moans and sordid cries, it’s just as you’re coming down from your high that frank reaches his pinnacle. 

perhaps it was the sight of you, shaking and writhing that made his load squirt directly into your pussy, or perhaps it was the feeling of you drooling over his fingers and coating his dick in your cum. regardless, frank was now shuddering just as intensely as you, forced to lean his whole body weight on you just so he could stay upright. his moans are filthy, whispered directly into your ear along with broken variations of your name. 

eventually, frank removes his cock from inside you and it falls flaccid between his legs. swallowing, you right yourself and dust yourself off, licking your lips. 

‘go pee.’ he urges, pushing his floppy brown hair out of his face in a way that is utterly endearing. ‘i’ll give you one of my shirts to sleep in. 

he stayed true to his word. even though you contemplated what on earth you were doing as you sat on the toilet, the moment you slipped on his shirt, everything felt right. sliding into the warmed sheets beside him, frank’s arm fell over yours and you dozed off almost immediately, feeling a sense of safety you hadn’t realised you’d missed with all those years alone in bed. 

the next morning, nora’s too sleep deprived to realise you stayed over too, and penny and tanner are also too exhausted to notice their dad looks a lot more chipper this morning, not scolding the puppy as much, rather sneaking a lot more glances at you as you sip coffee in his shirt. 

you could bathe in the domesticity of it all, the kids amicably chatting mixed with puppy chowing down on food as background noise to you and frank washing up together, talking about everything and nothing and kissing between each dried dish. 

nora falls asleep on the drive home almost immediately, so she doesn’t clock you’re in the same clothes as last night. your phone pings with a text message from frank and for the first time in an age, you feel more than satisfied, you feel complete.

[mewkki]

18+ doggy with jackie and his tummy

jack abbot’s tummy. that’s it. that’s the post.

fem!reader, mdni. chokehold, doggy style, dom!jack. porn no plot

you’d insist that he fucked you doggy, forearm and bicep curling around your neck, squeezing just enough to enhance the dizzying sensation his cock ramming into your cervix gave you.

his tummy was warm and heavy, pressing up against the divot of the small of your back, arching perfectly for him to fit against you like a puzzle piece.

whining around his arm, desperately pawing back at his tummy, trying to tug him harder against you.

“stop whinin’.” he’s growling against your ear in between rough pants, cock slowly dragging out to just the tip, pausing momentarily before plunging back inside your greedy cunt with sheer force.

“mngh… jus’ need it.” you complain, drooling down against his freckled skin.

“oh, you’re fuckin’ taking it.” grunting as his muscles around your neck contracted. you just nodded along dumbly.

[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.

[misspossexxive]

you love pope's hyperspermia so so much...

your bodies seem to be glued together. you’re so close, so close that you can barely breathe, but you don’t care, not when pope’s thick cock is penetrating your sensitive walls, kissing your cervix with every thrust, pushing white, sticky cum deeper into you, right into your womb. you pull him even closer, wrapping your legs and arms around his massive body, running your fingernails over his freckled skin and hard muscles.

you moan into his mouth, alternately with broken pleas for more, which only fuels his raw hunger, causing his hips to thrust into you rougher , harder and deeper, triggering a reaction in your body so violent that you can feel every pulse, in every single nerve.

but that isn’t enough for you. you want more , you need more. so you clench your pretty pussy, begging him to come inside you again, begging him to claim you.

and pope's body reacts immediately, like a dog hearing a command. his fat cock thrusts deep inside you, so deep that your fucked-up mind feels like he's in your throat, while his hands grip the soft skin of your hips tightly, leaving red marks from his large, calloused hands. preventing you from pulling away, preventing you from escaping, as he fills you with thick cum.

your pussy greedily milks his cock, trying to take every last drop, but there’s so much of it , so much that you can feel it slowly dripping out of you, staining your inner thighs, your bum and the sheets beneath you. but you don’t mind, no – your eyes are blurry from pleasure and quiet sighs of bliss escape your lips.

"feels so good, andy" you whisper into his mouth, massaging his neck, running your fingers through his damp auburn hair.

"yeah?" he asks, looking shyly into your eyes – a stark contrast to how animalistically he was behaving just a moment ago.

"yeah" you reply, moving your hand down your sweaty body, straight between your legs, using your fingertips to gather the excess of his cum that has flowed out of you "and you taste so good too, andy, so good" you say, licking your fingers, stained with the white fluid, with a cat-like grace.

then you feel it. the pulse and the delicious sensation of pope’s raw cock getting hard and heavy inside you. ready to fill you up again.

[groovyangelkisses]

getting ready to leave the house to go out to dinner + drinks with some gfs on a hot summer night. jack sitting on the couch with his readers on, reading off his kindle. you walk over to him, leaning down to kiss him and he holds your waist with a squeeze so you giggle, “love you jackie!” as you turn. you’re almost at the door when he stops you “uh uh, wait a second little miss.”

so you turn all confused, but you know. you know why he’s stopping you. somehow, jack knows that you aren’t wearing panties.

he’s standing up, firm eyes and thick hand held up in a “stop” motion as he walks up the stairs. you stand at the door, frustratedly tugging your tiny fucking dress down your thick thighs (as far as it can go without sliding up…. which is not far, at all.)

he comes down holding a soft, pink cotton pair on his index finger. kneeling on one knee, he huffs a little grunt as he situates himself, instructing you “up” as he taps your ankle.

he slides your panties on as you whine “jackie!!! i don’t wanna have a panty line!” kissing your calf and running his hands across the soft sides of the bikini panties & your hips, he smiles up at you under his readers, “don’t know who’s around, baby. you know that.”

you nod, jack is always right. he kisses your knee and stands with a groan, pulling you to kiss him with a hand on the back of your neck. a sloppy, wet, nasty kiss to your lips and he’s sending you on the way with a pat to your butt and a request of “call me when you want me to get you baby, kay?”

[groovyangelkisses]

oh to cook for jack in a teensy pair of shorts and a tank top. hair in a claw clip and jewelry clinking as you flit across the kitchen.

he's perched on his favorite stool, one leg sticking out, thighs spread. just watching. there's something very carnal that possesses him when his beautiful girl cooks for him.

it's one thing to come home from work to find a covered glass plate filled with his favorites; bacon and three sunny-side up eggs. but it's another thing entirely to see you making it, humming and tapping your nails against the granite countertop he installed for you last month and waiting for his food to be perfection.

it has him chubbing up in his cargos, a soft whistle leaving his lips to grab your attention. turning to face him in interest, and he's just squinting his eyes and smirking, motioning you over with a crook of his pointer finger, "c'mere."

holding your hips as you stand in between his legs, your hands perched on his broad shoulders as you smile. his broad palms dragging from your hips, to the sides of your ass, to the soft fullness of it. fingers spreading, your plump cotton shorts divoting in between each of his thick fingers. he's smiling up at you, that cocky jack abbot look that always gets him what he wants... or into trouble with the right girl.

"smells so good, 'm starving" as he nuzzles into your chest, stubble prickling through the thin fabric of your tank. and suddenly you don't know if he means the food or you.

[j4ckr4bbits]

just remembered that shawn can play the guitar (and used to be in a band) and now i want washed-up 90s grunge rockstar jack abbot.

18+ MDNI | cw: age gap, jack calls reader "little girl"

jack abbot often felt like his glory days had long passed him. he felt like he'd wasted his younger years on meaningless hookups and substance-fuelled parties when he should've been trying to settle down like some of his bandmates had. he'd resigned himself to living with the regret lodged under his skin.

and then jack met you.

you're younger than him — way younger than him. you remind him of the kind of girl he used to wink at on stage during a show, then pluck out of the crowd afterwards and lead to the back of his tour bus.

"you were probably in diapers when i was touring, angel," jack sighs, smoke funneling through his nose with the exhale. he stares at the ceiling, the grey in his hair catching the soft light of the bedside lamp.

"you know, i used to have groupies," he remarks casually, "they’d crawl all over me after shows, begging for a piece of me, and i'd just fuckin' let 'em. back when my voice wasn’t wrecked, and my fingers could play three hours straight without cramping up." jack chuckles dryly as he flicks ash into an old soda can on the nightstand.

"now all I get is some middle-aged guy stopping me on the sidewalk and yelling dude! you were our fuckin' hero! while his wife rolls her eyes behind him."

god knows how a sweet young woman like you ended up here: laid out in his bed wearing just his worn old band tee. he feels his cock start to chub at the sight, and he smiles to himself. at least that's one thing he hasn't yet lost to age.

jack’s eyes soften as he takes in your form. they travel up your legs to the gentle curve of your hips, the swell of your tits, and then up to your pretty face. your skin is still smooth, while his has its fair share of lines. jack reaches out, his calloused fingers brushing along your jawline.

"those girls, they're probably moms now. i'm sure they've got husbands, and minivans, and PTA meetings..." his thumb traces the curve of your cheekbone gently as he speaks.

"... but you, you’re right here. my pretty, perfect girl."

a part of him still can't believe someone so young and beautiful isn't put off by him being older. no one, not even any of the groupies from his youth, has ever looked at his body the way you do. you seem to adore his crows feet, his smile lines, the softness around his stomach, the fact that he doesn't look like some 25-year-old frat boy anymore.

"hell, there's a chance i might not even live to see you get your first wrinkle." jack muses in a low rumble. he stubs his cigarette out before he tugs you closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. he pulls you into his lap, settling you against his chest so you can feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek.

"my little girl." the words roll sweetly off his tongue, and he hums under his breath as he presses a kiss to the top of your head. "my good little girl."

his hands, warm and rough from decades of being shredded by guitar strings, slide up your sides before they dip teasingly under the faded band tee to caress your stomach. "you want me to touch you, angel? tell me where."

[bambiiette]

do u think jack would have a thing for his fingers in his girl’s mouth? like feeding her little oral fixation..

- 🦢

oral fixation with jack abbot

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - oral fixation, fingers in mouth, blowjobs mention, mean-ish jack (more just like dom!jack lowkey)

A/N: sorry this is a short one, i’m just getting back into the swing of writing & all that!! but this is the perfect way to get back into it :)

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it’s no secret to jack that you liked having things in your mouth. that sounds gross, but it’s true. you loved sucking on an ice block in summer, sucking on a straw until it was all chewed and you couldn’t drink out of it anymore, sucking on the ice from your glass until it melted.

and of course, the more sexual things. it should make jack feel perverted, the way he takes notice to these things. the way your mouth waters before you get his cock in your mouth. the way you suck hard, barely letting his cock leave your mouth. or how about the sheer amount of times you do it, going down on him every chance you get. god, sometimes you’d just be sitting on the couch and pull out his dick so that you can have it in your mouth. jack wasn’t particularly a ‘receiver’ more than a ‘giver’ but who would he be to deny his girl anything?

and when you didn’t have something in your mouth, something to numb the feeling? you were a brat. that’s the only word fit to describe you, jack decided. he learnt the signs early on, you were moody, short tempered, dissatisfied with anything he did. and the only way to fix you was to give you something to suck. which is how you’re in the situation you’re in right now.

he grabs your face with one hand, squishing your cheeks. "come on baby, open for me," he instructs. one word that makes your body go limp and without even thinking you comply, parting your lips just wide enough for his fingers to fit in.

he runs two thick fingers across your bottom lip and your eyes flutter closed at the sensation of his fingertips against your lips. he pushes them just past your lips, grazing the tip of your tongue and you close your mouth around them. you immediately move your tongue against them, swirling around them and without even realising it you begin sucking on them hard.

"is that what you needed huh, baby? just needed my fingers in your mouth to shut you up?" he coos, stroking the side of your face with his free hand, you melt into his touch, nuzzling your face against the large palm.

he pushes his fingers to the back of your throat, so he can hear the gagging sounds you make. he’s rock hard at this point but is enjoying the view too much to stop now. you with your wide, doe eyes staring up at him, drool dribbling out your mouth and coating his hand.

each thrust of his fingers reaches a new depth, each time you think he can’t go any farther back, he does. tears begin to pool in your eyes, the lack of oxygen getting to you. you try hard to breathe through your nose but each thrust of his fingers takes all the air out of you. you’re at his mercy, no choice but to take it, and love it. which you do.

[vampmatic]

and suddenly i’m alive

[groovyangelkisses]

cw: watersports-y? clingy!reader (my love <3)

pope letting you hold his dick while he pees <3

yeah he thinks it's kinda strange and definitely germy (though he's immensely clean) but he just sees the big pout in your eyes and the way you're desperate for him not to leave the room and he's saying yes before he can stop himself.

holding the door open for you and unzipping with an awkward "i... do you wanna... look, or?" as you grab him, nuzzling your face into his shoulder and mirroring your breaths. he's actually really relaxed, one hand around your waist holding you to him while the other hangs by his side, repeatedly tapping the pad of each of his thick fingers.

he groans a little once it starts, trying to muffle it with a masculine sniffle and cough but eventually he eases up when he really starts to take in the soft, loving feel of your hand holding him.

you both walk out of the bathroom and you're smiling and he's just like looking down trying to process that someone could love him and be that obsessed with him. passing by craig who just sighs and shakes his head before going in the bathroom after you both.

[mparksy]

Thinking about being pressed up against Pope Cody and he’s so hard and warm and huge and ughhhh

He’s got you prone bone, hard tummy and pecs pressed flat against your back, a layer of slick sweat between your bodies. His forearms are locked on the mattress, caging your head between them. All you have to do is tilt your face slightly to suck on the hot, sticky sweet skin of his freckled arm.

His lips ghost the shell of your ear, letting out needy, breathy moans. His tongue darts out to tease your earlobe before he nibbles on it, continuing to pound his cock into you.

“Oh fuck, Pope. I need more, I need—” you let out a strangled moan, struggling to vocalize what your body wants from his.

“Words, baby. You gotta tell me,” he growls, thrusts never faltering.

“Closer, I need you closer,” you cry.

“I’m right here, I’m right on you baby,” he coos, trying to push his weight further into your backside.

“I need more,” you moan, bringing your hands up to grip onto his arms, desperate.

“Shit, okay. Lift your head up.”

You comply, pushing yourself up off the mattress just enough for Pope to snake his arm around your neck, holding your head up with his bicep. He flexes his muscles, causing your vision to blur slightly from the pressure at your throat.

The sensation of him choking you with his arm combined with the weight of him flush against your back as he ruts himself in and out of you has your walls clenching around his thick cock, pleasure flooding between your legs.

Pope’s orgasm follows close behind yours, warm ropes of cum filling you up as you’re still coming down from your high.

He sucks hot, wet kisses against the back of your neck, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.

You relish in the feeling of his body weight still pressed into you as he releases his hold around your neck. All fucked out, he’s practically crushing you with his muscular frame, your own makeshift weighed blanket … <3

[amphib0e]

imagining s1 pope and his girl who has sensitive tits and he loves playing with them..

cw: s1! pope, f! reader, soft(?) dom! pope, pope is a certified titty sucker, his big ahh hands 🤤, intense eye contact (you love it)

your nails dragged through the short curls that sat on top of pope’s head, back arched against his mouth, the rough drag of his teeth against your already over sensitive nipple causing your toes to curl, a moan tumbling out of your mouth.

one of his large hands swept over your other nipple, tugging it between two of his thick fingers before letting go, smoothing it over with his palm before his lips encircled that one, his fingers now working the abandoned nipple.

“andy, fuck. go easy, honey, ‘m sensitive, please.”

pope grunts out against your chest, heavy gaze locking onto your glazed over eyes from where he was situated between your tits, rolling his face between them as he sucked dark marks on the underside of each.

“how ‘m i supposed to go easy when my two favorite girls are right in front of my face, sweetheart?”

he spoke in a raspy tone, tongue peaking out from between his lips as he nosed over your perked up nipples, sucking each into his mouth once more before covering them both in his large, heavy hands, his lips seeking out yours in a heavy kiss, tongues rolling against each other in a mess of hot breaths and thick saliva.

messy, dirty, and all his, every inch of you- from head to pretty manicured toes (paid for in cash by him, obviously).

a/n: god s1 pope has been heavy on my mind lately, need him desperately.. hope y’all enjoy xoxo

© amphib0e 2026

𝓃𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓉/𝒸𝑜𝓅𝓎𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝓎 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀

[iloverodentmen]

my way smau

chapter 1 “secret”

a/n: comment to be added on the taglist!

[iloverodentmen]

my way smau masterlist

summary: intern!angel has a one night stand with resident!langdon, obviously no one has to know about it or they both could be in big trouble.

warnings: sexual content, reader’s nickname is angel, afab reader, based off season 2 of the pitt, langdon is divorced and clean, curse words, age gap, power play if you squint, reader is hinted to be british.

a/n: comment down below to be added in the taglist!

chapter 1 “secret”

chapter 2 “again”

[sugartalkingwrites]

MDNI 18+

jack abbot who jokingly complains to his girl that she's gotta stop getting stiletto nails every time you get your nails done. he whines about how you keep clawing up his back like a feral cat attacking him. s'not your fault that he bullies your cunt with his fat cock every time he comes home from work? ( ｡ •̀ ᴖ •́ ｡)💢 fine, if it's such a problem, you'll just get short nails with dull tips.

he's coming home from work knowing you had just gotten a new set done the night before, the entire drive home he was thinking about the sweet way you'll cry when he's fucking you silly on the couch. the way your nails will drag down his back, leaving red welts and scratches in their wake, or the way they'll feel when you're dragging them through his hair. his smile fades when he looks down at freshly done round-tipped nails that are currently holding a book.

"what... what made you do something so... different, honey?"

"thought i'd try something new out for a bit.... what? you don't like? can't scratch you up anymore, baby!" you point out so proudly.

even as he's thrusting into you, all he's thinking about is how soon he can book your next manicure and what else he'll have to be buying you to make up for this. poor baby is even finding it hard to cum without your nails digging into his back when he hits the sweet spot that has you clenching around him so tightly. that's the last time he makes a complaint about how sharp your nails are, ever.