Telling Sammy itās not cheating if youāre the one doing all the work. Grinding yourself on his clothed dick while heās fisting the sheets talking about how it doesnāt count when youāre using him like a toy, āJust like a dildo, Sammyāthatās it. Use you whenever I want, fuck myself on this fat cock,ā while youāre humping the bulge in his slacks, fingers working to unfasten his shiny belt buckle, āYou just have to sit there and be my little sex toy, sā that sound okay?ā And heās working so hard to not blow his load while you slide his tip through your slick pussy.
hiii! I love your work! I was wondering if I could request a fluffy sammy fic where heās just so nervous around you, thinks he has no game butā¦we all know he can pull! established!relationship or maybe informant!reader? thank you so much!
thank u so much for the request!!!
wasn't too sure where to go with this idea, but i hope you like it!
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sammy had married young. maybe a little too much so.
it was no secret that his first marriage had been an absolute disaster. all his friends had warned him, but in his foolish youth, sammy saw no reason.
being tied up to tammi had drained sammy of that same youth, making him feel like he'd aged decades in just those few years he'd been married to her.
and due to being tied down, sammy found himself completely lost once the divorce finalized.
he hadn't put too much effort into wooing tammi. that had been an easy feat.
but now? how was he expected to have any game when he'd lost his youth being berated and beaten down by his ex-wife?
it proved to be an even bigger issue when he finally found someone he was actually head over heels over.
you were brand new.
you'd been helping out with some case sammy wasn't particularly involved in, but it still allowed him to see you from time to time.
and maybe he sorta orchestrated those meetings a bit, because, really, there was no need for him to be at the precinct as often as he was. he was an officer, after all, he was meant to be out there, patrolling the streets.
but from the moment he'd seen you step out of the chief's office, he couldn't get his eyes off you.
even fucking ben took note of it.
"ouff, man, you gonna make a move, or what?"
sammy simply gave him the finger, huffing to himself and wheeling his desk chair in the opposite direction.
even then, his eyes still wandered to find you walking towards the stairs, eyes zooming in on the way your pencil skirt fit you and the confident stride in your step. ben cackled behind sammy.
it took a few weeks of your presence around the precinct for sammy to finally consider making a move.
it had taken a lot of teasing from ben, an ongoing bet among his coworkers as to how hard he'd fuck it up, and an instance in which your eyes met his from across the office and threw a pretty smile his way.
and when he asked you out? it actually went smoother than he could have ever predicted.
he hadn't stuttered, hadn't pulled the embarrassing cop card, hadn't used that stupid 'badge bunny' comment ben said always worked with the ladies. and somehow he'd managed to get you giggling, grabbing at his growing bicep and slipping him your number by the end of the conversation.
despite your growing relationship, sammy was still a nervous mess around you.
you were kind of (100%) his first after his endless relationship with tammi. you were the prettiest girl to him, the most independent, the smartest, the sexiest.
even if you'd already kissed him stupid after your first date, sammy still couldn't bring himself to hold eye contact for too long, lest he become a stuttering mess at just how prettily you looked back at him. sometimes he couldn't even make out what you were saying to him, too distracted by the gloss on your lips or that little bit of highlight on your cheekbone.
and of course he was a laughing stock back at the precinct. it didn't matter to them that he'd already bagged you, not when he was a stumbling teenage boy when it came to kissing you after a date or bringing you around for drinks with the guys.
the most shocking bit was that you didn't seem to care about any of that.
as he walked you home, eyes downturned, bashful and too much of a coward to kiss you at your door, you'd take charge, grabbing his wrist before he could walk away and bringing him in for an open-mouthed kiss.
you'd pull him into your apartment, whispering something about whether or not he was gonna go in there and rock your world and render him speechless. you'd leave a little bit of lipstick on his shirt collar, knowing the guys would go crazy about it the next day.
and when he brought you for an after-work outing, you'd show up in a tiny little dress and let him show you off.
any time ben tried to get smart, tried to question 'what the hell is a girl like you doing with a guy like sammy?' you'd shrug your shoulders and put ben in his place. words of praise towards sammy never left your lexicon, always flowing out of your lips and always ready to fire.
"he's hot," or "got a thing for redheads" or "have you seen those abs?" would leave your lips in response, drawing even more teasing comments from the guys and flushed cheeks out of sammy.
so, yeah, even if he was a fumbling mess sometimes. even if he was inexperienced or had wasted his golden years on tammi, sammy could not stop thanking his lucky stars that he still had enough game to bag you all those weeks ago.
i just had the most delicious titus thought. imagine reverse donna and harvey from suits where he's just so doting and loving to personal assistant!reader, bringing you coffee whenever he notices you're sleepy after lunch, taking you home after he has to make you stay late for a meeting, spoils with gifts for your birthday, major holidays, truly any time he can fathom a good excuse. so one day when you're buzzing from the delicious honey lavender latte he's gotten you (in the cadence of that scene), you cheekily joke that the two of you should get married and he, serious as ever, simply retorts with "we've been married for the past two years". it makes you giggle, so much that it takes everything in him to not remain stoic so you won't get spooked, but the truth is you have, he made you sign papers and everything, you just didn't know that's what that was. you've also never questioned the wedding band he's been sporting recently or the matching one he got you that you proudly display on your other hand because you simply don't know. but he does. and maybe one day he'll tell you. maybe one day he'll make good on his fantasy and finally allow himself to get you pregnant with his child, because let's face it, you're already his.
Titus literally hunting a human for sport while talking on the phone with one of country club friends about how they have to move their tennis match to next week cause he promised Mrs. Danforth theyād take their private jet out to dinner at this new experimental Japanese French fusion restaurant. āItās date night!ā He explains as he stabs someone who pissed off the Danforth family and earned a spot as prey in a human hunt.
Evil wife guy Titus Danforth. He knows where his priorities lie.
Titus brags to other husbands in the elite Le bail circle about exclusive restaurants he takes his wife to and designer items he buys herā¦.marriage is a competition and Titus is gonna winā¦.always trying to one up every single one of his peers by buying better gifts for his wife than they buy for their wives
And when he becomes a parent heās even more obnoxious. Oh you rented out the zoo for your kidās birthday thatās quaint Titus rented out an aquarium and four build a bearsā¦why four uh cause Titus JR wanted more than one bear and needed variety, duh
Forcing Sammy to sit and watch you play with yourself. Legs spread wide open, your hand dipping into your already wet pussy. Just playing with yourself. Playing with him.
Forcing him to sit. Not letting him touch you. You moaning, tilting your head back as you move your fingers in and out of your cunt.
āf-fuckā¦ā he whispers to himself, as heās starting to touch his growing cock.
āwhy you gotta do this to me, pretty girl?ā Heās whining and trying to obey your orders, he feels like heās being tortured.
You shake your head.
āitās too risky, babyā¦ and I hate how condoms feel. I promise as soon as Iām not ovulating you can fuck me as much as you want.ā
He nods, slightly pouting
āthatās my good boy.ā
Now heās got a small smile that tugging at the corners of his lips as heās growing harder if thatās even possible.
Everyone thinking Titus Danforth is a dom...bby boy is a switch at least. He's a petulant brat who wants Reader to put him in his place from time to time when everything feels too much. When things get hectic and he wants to lose his shit sometimes all he needs is Reader to take over and make his brain quiet. Yeah, he wants power and to dominate the world but also wants Reader to tie him up and make him beg for her. The duality of man...
You buy an expensive gift for Jack, and instead of being rewarded with gruff, flirty praises and kisses while he rams his fat cock inside you, your loving doctor smacks the shit out of your ass instead. Itās punishment for not buying it with his card.
"M'not your damn sugar baby, kid."
...You only thought of returning him his oh-so-many favors of paying and providing for you, because...you know. He tends to treat you like one. A sugar baby.
Buying the gift with his card defeats the whole purpose of buying Jack a present, anyway! But when he acts like you slapped him with the receipt and told the world he canāt provide for his girl, who are you to complain?
Well. You complain. You whine, to be specific, just about how much each ass smack stings.
"Wanna do something nice for me, Sleepy? You tolerate me. Thatās plenty."
The needy whines are bad enough. Jack canāt handle the way you jiggle under his palm.
thinking about how pope would probably enter his first genuinely intimate relationship convinced he's somewhat submissive.
not as if he's fully aware either way but because he's spent so long treating his own wants, anger and intensity as things to be controlled or hidden so he doesn't want to ruin this delicate balance with you.
is that who he is? he's not really sure. so for now he's careful, accommodating and eager to follow. he doesn't want you to think he's...too intense, too needy, too hungry.
but he trusts you, god he really does. and you make it so easy for him.
and thatās when you discover that pope is actually incredibly forward when he feels safe. heās always touching you, always reaching for you. he shows his want for you so easily that it just makes you love him more.
youāre the first time that pope isnāt ashamed of his desires.
and heās absolutely wrecked by how much you love the things he worried would scare you off in the first place.
jack angrily fucking you into the bed after your shift because he saw you get hit on multiple times throughout but couldnāt do a single thing because heās your attendant. youāre his resident.
no ones supposed to know.
guess he just has to take it out on you hm darling?
dbf!Jack who tells you that what happened that night was a mistake and can never happen again only to get in the way every single time you try to move on.
he hates how much he wants you, how much he canāt have you. you do absolutely nothing to make the situation better. youāre either right in his face teasing him or icing him out so badly he has to slam you up against a wall just so youāll look at him again.
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