Who The Fuck Knows

22-They/He/She-Queer-Non-Binary-🇬🇧

[softforandrewcody]

I’ve kinda been on a hiatus for a bit i apologise! I recently got a job and I’ve been panicking over that and today I did my first shift which was pretty fucking chill icl, I had no reason to be stressed.

Hopefully I’ll be back to writing soon. 🤞🏻

[softforandrewcody]

Helloooooo!! Sorry I haven’t been on in a couple days. I’ve just gotten a new job so I’ve been busy dealing with that!

As happy as I am I’ve got a job now it’s already crunched into my writing time 😐 how fun. I’ll 10000% try and see if I can get the sub!boyd fic out today. If not it’ll be Monday and I’ll have written another two fics as well. Please pop requests onto @prettyboyimagination if you have any!!!!

I’ll be writing all of today, tomorrow and Sunday so woop woop😂

[softforandrewcody]

Right so guess who fucking hates themselves apparently😂 I’ve taken on a challenge to write a queer smut fic every day from June 1st - July 31st for Pride on my wlw blog!!! Ha. Ha. Ha. Great🫠 I’ve just posted my first one which is Melissa King smut so go check that out on @prettywomanimagination and hopefully you enjoy!

I promise I’ll get Boyd’s fic out soon!! Idk why but my brain isn’t working for heterosexual smut right now :(((((

[valleyanimalz]

computa show me stepdad!boyd making you suck him off

i have been successful programmed… here’s a continuation of the part in this blurb where your pervy stepdad!boyd fowler makes you give him head. just a short little thang.

cw ddne!! stepcest, you got into this situation because boyd was manipulating you so… very dubious consent, uncircumcised boyd is canon, he pushes your head down and comes without warning because he’s a douchebag

boyd pushed you onto your knees in front of him so that you were level with his boxers. they were plaid, the kind that come in a pack of three from walmart. you didn’t even want to think about how long he’d had them. the bottom of his button-up shirt was open, letting you see the way the pudge of his tummy stuck out over the waistband, with a faint trail of hair leading up towards his navel. boyd looked down at you, “go on then,” he urged, crossing his arms impatiently.

you shot him a glare before resigning yourself to the task at hand, pulling down his boxers and freeing his cock. you took his length in your hand and pumped it, he was a pretty average size, uncircumcised, with a bush of dark auburn curls at the base. boyd was not interested in your stalling, “cmon kid, put it in your mouth. show your stepdad some love,” he goaded, putting a hand on your head and pushing you towards his cock.

you slapped his hand off of you. “god, you’re such a pig,” you huffed, leaning forward to take the tip in your mouth. he groaned as soon as your lips wrapped around him, letting his hand fall back to rest on your head, much to your irritation. he didn’t taste bad per say, but he was salty, you could tell he hadn’t showered since he had come home from work.

you brought your mouth up and down his length, using your hand to hold what you couldn’t fit. when his foreskin retracted, you traced your tongue over his tip, making him buck his hips into you. he was definitely sensitive, you could tell by the way his breaths got shallow and shaky when you focused on the tip, or how his thighs would tense when you took him extra deep into your throat.

“that’s a good girl,” he moaned, petting your hair, “give my balls some attention too, will ya?”

you rolled your eyes, god he was annoying. you took one hand and used it to cup his balls, lifting them up slightly towards his shaft as you continued to suck him. “mmm, just like that,” boyd hummed. you maintained that for a while before switching to jerking his cock in your hand and licking his balls, gently wrapping your mouth around them.

“fuck darlin’, i knew you were made f’me. should’ve had you doin’ this sooner,” he breathed out, grabbing a fistful of your hair and holding it tightly.

you returned to sucking him, trying to ignore the almost painful grip he had on your hair. you started going faster, taking him deeper into your mouth. boyd thrusted between your lips in time with your movements, “keep going, yeah, shit!—” he pressed your head down onto his cock, coming down your throat without warning. you gagged, not prepared for it. thankfully he released you, letting you pull off of him and swallow the bitter fluid.

you wiped away the tears that had begun to form when you gagged, “a warning would’ve been nice,” you hissed.

“sorry sugar, next time.” boyd smirked, tucking himself back into his boxers and pulling up his shorts. there’s not going to be a next time, you thought to yourself sourly, but you couldn’t have been more wrong.

[softforandrewcody]

Ngl that fucking gif of him….has me feeling things. As does this fic…👀👀

[valleyanimalz]

nasty stepdad!boyd fowler…

your mom’s boyfriend is a real weirdo who is way more interested in his adult “stepdaughter” than he ever should be.

sorry abt this depravity, i was having horny thoughts about this concept and just had to channel them…

cw dead dove content!! stepcest, extremely dubious consent, manipulation, he makes you give him head (it’s “offscreen” but maybe i’ll write abt that another time lol) implied somno

your mom had a history of choosing bad boyfriends, you had always told her as much, but her most recent one was on another level entirely. even though he only came into your life after you were a fully grown adult and despite not even actually being married to your mom, boyd insisted that you referred to him your stepdad. he said that it, “made him feel like he was a part of the family.”

the longer he had been seeing your mom, the weirder things got between you two. at first it was just small things, like boyd staring at you a little too long when you walked around the house, or touching you when he really didn’t need to. when you two were alone in the kitchen he liked to stand between you and wherever you needed to go so that you’d have to squeeze by him, rubbing your ass against his cargo shorts.

as time went on, things began to escalate. boyd started “accidentally” barging into the bathroom while you were showering, or opening your door without knocking, clearly trying to catch you in a compromising position. he began to steal your used panties from your hamper while you were gone, only to return them to your room covered in pearly white stains.

when other people were around boyd kept himself under control, but he had no qualms about letting you see how much of a depraved pervert he was, he wasn’t ever trying to hide it. it’s not as if you didn’t find him attractive, there was something about him in all of his sleaziness that turned you on despite yourself, but he was your mom’s boyfriend, your “stepdad” for god’s sake. there was absolutely no reason he should be pulling these stunts.

you told him as much one day that you two were in the house alone, but he didn’t care. he reached out to hold your cheek in his hand patronizingly, “sweetheart, i don’t really give a damn about what’s right or wrong. heaven forbid a man shows some love to his stepdaughter.” he chuckled as if it was something trivial and silly.

you slapped his hand away, grimacing, “what the hell is wrong with you? i’m going to tell my mom.” you turned to walk away but boyd grabbed your shoulder, spinning you back around to face him.

“i don’t think so,” boyd squeezed your shoulder harshly, making you wince, “who do you think she’s gonna believe? her loving boyfriend, or her kid who seems to have had it out for all of the men she’s ever been with?” he cockily raised his eyebrows. you hated it but he was right, all it would do was cause more tension in the already strained relationship you had with your mother.

boyd licked his lips, relishing in your defeated expression. “all i’ve done since i came into this house is help you and your mother. i mean, my job picking up roadkill pays for more of this place than hers does, so—” he paused to look you up and down, “i think it’s time that you show a little gratitude to your stepdad.”

you just stood there aghast for a moment, your mouth ajar. boyd stared at you expectantly, but when he saw you clearly weren’t taking the hint, he pulled off his belt, pushing his shorts down his thighs so that he stood there in his plaid boxers. he then used the hand on your shoulder to push you down onto your knees in front of him, “go on then,” he urged.

from that day onwards, things were never normal between you two. sure, when your mom was around he acted like he always did, a slightly strange and offputting but nice enough guy, though when you were alone with him it was a different story. boyd went out of his way to make sure that you would have more moments alone together, which is why his visits to your bedroom began.

it happened quite often, at least a few times a week. boyd would wait until everyone else fell asleep to quietly slink into your bedroom, entering without so much as a knock. sometimes you were asleep, sometimes his entrance woke you up, it didn’t matter to him; either way, he was going to do what he came here to do.

boyd would silently slip under your sheets and nestle up behind you, feeling over your body in the dark to pull down your sleep shorts and panties. he didn’t care to work you open with his fingers first, he’d just spit on his hand and use that to lubricate his cock. then he’d push into you, resting his chin on your shoulder.

his breath would tickle your ear in puffs as he thrust into you, a hand wrapped around your torso to keep you steady, or lifting up your thigh to allow him better access. he never lasted long like this, and he didn’t have any interest in helping you orgasm either. after only a few minutes of lazily pumping into you, he’d come with a grunt, his cock pulsing against your walls.

after he was done he’d give himself a minute or so just to let himself go soft inside of you before pulling out and tucking himself back into his shorts. only then would he say something to you, usually a, “goodnight kid,” with a kiss to your cheek before he left you in your dark room, his seed slowly seeping out of you.

[softforandrewcody]

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! “Goodnight kid” ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!!! 🫪😭🫪😭🫪

[softforandrewcody]

Helloooooo!! Sorry I haven’t been on in a couple days. I’ve just gotten a new job so I’ve been busy dealing with that!

As happy as I am I’ve got a job now it’s already crunched into my writing time 😐 how fun. I’ll 10000% try and see if I can get the sub!boyd fic out today. If not it’ll be Monday and I’ll have written another two fics as well. Please pop requests onto @prettyboyimagination if you have any!!!!

I’ll be writing all of today, tomorrow and Sunday so woop woop😂

[wesandresons]

your honor look at my client. he is literally a chipmunk.... he never could have committed the crimes you are accusing him of

[groovyangelkisses]

langdon’s hair falling out of the gel as he eats you out😭😭😭

[in-ky]

hey hey! absolutely love your writing!

would love to request g1 with titus for bingo!

thank you for playing!!

Dry Humping

titus danforth x f!reader

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w.c. 1.3k Warnings: age-gap relationship but no numbers are specified, dryhumping/thighriding (are they considered the same thing?), pussy pronouns (briefly), you make fun of titus for being old and he goes >:c ‘could an old man do this’ A/N: back on my Titus bullshit welcome back everyone

The invitation came from an old friend and made Titus’ eyes light up when he read it. Titus had said they had met each other in boarding school, two kids from the same cult trying to find their identity away from home. They hadn’t seen each other in over a decade and hadn’t heard from each other in years. The invitation was for a wedding, his daughter’s, and an offer to stay for the festivities that followed. You had asked him if that was normal, inviting non-family members to participate in hunts, and he just shrugged. It’s up to the family, and at one point, they had considered themselves brothers.

You enjoyed the ceremony. The bride was gorgeous in a fairy pink wedding gown that made her look ethereal. At the reception, Titus spent most of his time reconnecting with his friend. You stayed at his elbow, playing the part of the pretty young thing on the arm of a billionaire. A role you had slipped into pretty well considering the unsavory acts you had to commit every now and again. Titus never let you hunt by yourself, never wanted his perfect girl’s perfect nails to get chipped in the ugly act of stabbing a man to death. So you were there to watch. To cheer him on. To stroke his ego after taking someone’s life. And sometimes to stroke something else. 

As the sun descended into the horizon, you noticed the mood of the event begin to change. More general guests left and all that remained were the people participating in the hunt. And the daughter’s blissfully unaware wife. The father made an announcement and gathered you all in a room. You sat at the candle-lit table and watched as the game box was placed in front of the newest member of the family. She giggled at the absurdity of the concept, but ultimately relented and drew a card. Everyone waited with bated breath as she slipped the card into her hands. A small grin formed on her lips, but no one returned it when she read it. Hide and Seek. A ripple of energy crossed the table and the daughter let out a little noise of despair. She went misty eyed and, before the wife could ask any questions, the father took over the conversation. He explained the rules, that she had to last until sunrise without getting caught. Simple enough. The wife was given a five minute head start. When she was out of the room, the father addressed the remaining members with a grin. “Showtime.”

You and Titus walked around the lawn. A sort of patrol along a pathway around to the house. As ambitious as he was, Titus didn’t really want to be the one to kill the wife this time. Not his family, not his ritual. He was just there for fun. You walked over the grass and watched Titus, his broad frame outlined by the moonlight. The same light that glinted off the axe he had chosen as his weapon. You had scoffed when he plucked it from the wall. There were guns and crossbows, actual weapons, but Titus loved going melee and the axe was the only thing that closely resembled the pickaxe he usually donned during special hunts. He twirled it in his hand as he walked, throwing it into the ground occasionally and picking it up.

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” You mumbled as Titus threw the blade into the soft earth with increased force. “Please don’t throw your back out.” Titus laughed, though to him it might’ve been a scoff, and shook his head as he ripped the blade from the lawn.

“M’not that old.” He chuckled. You gave an unsure hum.

“Debatable. You got an AARP envelope last week.”

“It was to gauge interest.” Titus corrected, shooting you a sarcastic look with his big brown shark eyes. “I’m not interested.”

“You opened it.” Titus let out an exasperated sigh. He stopped walking and turned to face you. 

“You didn’t seem so worried about me throwing out my back last night,” His voice dropped and a small smirk crept onto his lips. He leaned down so his nose brushed against yours, eyes open and locked on your. “What I can remember is you screaming ‘Please, Titus, more’ over and over again. Almost slipped a damn disc with how hard I was fucking you.” You inhaled sharply as heat crept into your cheeks at the intensity of his eyes and words. Titus raised a thumb to swipe over your lips. “F’you want me to take it easier, that works for me.” He gently tossed the axe to the ground and used his newly-freed hand to cup your pussy. “Not sure she’d be a fan, though.” You gasped at his touch and Titus took the opportunity to shove his thumb past your lips. You sucked around it, and he tilted his head back, lips curling into an open-mouthed smile. “Oh, got nothin’ to say about that?” He mocked, brows pulling up in faux sympathy. You hummed around his finger while you ran your tongue along the bottom of it.

Titus suppressed a shiver and walked you back until your back hit the brick wall of the house. He pushed your thighs open with his own and rested his knee against the house. A rumble emerged from his chest when he settled you down on the meat of his leg. You rolled your hips against him, keeping eye contact as the warmth of your cunt dragged along the expensive fabric of his pants. You pulled him into a kiss, devouring his mouth in wide, sloppy movements of your lips. He sighed sharply through his nose and his fingers found your hips. He began to help you move and you felt his dick twitch to life beneath you. Once you got a slow rhythm of riding his thigh, Titus allowed his hands to wander. One slipped up underneath the hem of your shirt. His thumb rubbed circles over your nipple through the lace of your bra and his fingers splayed in the indents of your ribs. The other wrapped around your throat, pressing lightly at your pulse point. Your heartbeat fluttered beneath his grip. It didn’t take long for him to get hard and the prominent ridge caught on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure through your system. Titus continued eating your face, tilting your neck so he could get a new angle. Arousal simmered in your abdomen and you let out a content moan. You loved moments like these. Not actual sex, but helping each other feel good. The edges of your mind grew fuzzier as Titus squeezed your neck tighter. His lips kissed over your jaw and suckled at the spot on your neck that made you rut against him harder. He groaned directly into your ear and you whimpered in response. 

A gunshot made you both jump away from each other. It wasn’t close enough to be intended for you, but it did remind you what you were in the middle of. You looked at Titus, hair slightly ruffled and lips red and swollen. There was a small stain on the fabric of his leg, right at the end of his obvious erection where pre-cum had soaked through his boxers. 

“Fuck,” Titus huffed, adjusting himself, though the outline of his aching cock was still very much visible. He led you by the hand back out into the open and grabbed his axe. “We’ll finish this later,” He promised, voice gravelly and pupils still blown, “I’m not letting some asshole put a bullet in my back ‘cuz I’m too busy being pussy-drunk.”

[in-ky]

Okay idk if I’m doing this right and idk if this has been taken yet but I don’t think it is so I’ll ask for it 😅

Could I request G4, which I believe is ‘Quickie’, on the blackout bingo card please? Can this be with Season 1 Sammy Bryant please? Baso ignoring tammi bc I know Sammy wouldn’t cheat.

I’m thinking maybe reader brought Sammy his lunch in because he forgot it and somehow this turns to them having a quickie in an interrogation room?? Feel free to add to this however you like!! I’m down for anything honesty. Make it as tame or as fucking sexually explicit as you want!

Love your work!! Can’t wait to absolutely binge read everything when you’ve finished 💛✨

Quickie

sammy bryant x wife!f!reader

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Warnings: pervy!sammy i dont caaare, he is the man behind tree rubbing his hands together meme when he sees his wife, eats u out in the interrogation room. thats it. thats the fic.A/N: guys can we have a real talk for a minute. i need a down bad man in my life NEOW where is he. where is my husband. what is taking him so long. anyway. thanks for playing!! hope you like it teeheew.c. 1.2k sorry it's so short, my brain's been a bit fried recently

The drive to the precinct was shorter than you thought it would be by a whole ten minutes. Wonderful! You could drop off your husband’s lunch he forgot and still have some extra time for your own lunch break before you had to head back to work. That was the plan, anyway. But you should have known better because once Sammy Bryant’s eyes landed on his wife, all bets were out the window. 

You walked into the precinct and told the receptionist you were there to see Sammy, but he didn’t have to call. Your husband was already waiting around the corner. When he saw you through the glass partition, he was already sporting a semi. You wore your work uniform, something nondescript and not flashy. But it doesn’t matter, because Sammy believed you would be the sexiest thing to ever exist even if you wore the most hideous outfit. You caught sight of him and waved him over with a smile, holding up his lunchbox. Sammy crossed the room and gratefully accepted it. 

“You couldn’t just order something?” You said, feigning annoyance. Your expression softened when Sammy gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“And ignore all the hard work you put into makin’ me food?” He pouted. “Unlikely.” It was true. You adored cooking for him, rich homestyle meals with heart. Paired with the mainly sedentary lifestyle switch to detective, maybe it had caused Sammy to fill out a bit. But you were absolutely not one to complain. You loved the way he filled out his shirts and the pudge that peeked over his stomach. You especially loved the way the roundness of him fit perfectly into the curve of your back when he was pounding into you from behind. He looked especially good today, wearing an old band t-shirt and jeans because of his special assignment. The short sleeves meant you could see the freckles climbing up his arms. Sammy caught you staring at his chest and puffed it out a bit. He noticed the way your eyes darkened. The same way they did when he crawled over you at night. He fought down a smirk and grabbed your hand in his, enjoying the way your fingers interlocked around his. His eyes flashed to the receptionist to make sure he wasn’t paying attention. He leaned in close to your ear. “I gotta talk to you ‘bout somethin’.” he murmured. Worry crumpled your eyebrows and you nodded seriously. Sammy motioned for you to follow him. He slipped you back into the main holding area into an interrogation room. The hallway was empty, but he closed and locked the door anyway. 

“What’s wrong-” you barely got the words out before Sammy’s lips were greedily sucking at yours. He moaned into your kiss and gripped your ass roughly. You let out a squeak of surprise and your hands flew up. “What’re you doing?” You gasped between his onslaught.

“Just…” He gave another passionate lap at your bottom lip before breaking the kiss for a moment. “Thanking my wife for taking time out of her day to make me happy. Gotta return the favor.” You didn’t realize he was walking you back until your knees hit the edge of the cold metal interrogation table. He lifted you up effortlessly. That was another thing you enjoyed. Since he was a little bigger, he could throw you around more. You giggled as your ass landed firmly on the table and Sammy’s mouth was back on yours. You allowed your legs to open to make room for him and your ankles interlocked behind his back. Your fingers fiddled with the edge of his t-shirt and you ran your hands up his bare stomach, rubbing circles with your thumb. You felt the hardness of his cock pressing against your thigh and you allowed the tip of your finger to dip beneath the waistband of his jeans. You continued to kiss him for a few minutes and once your lips were kiss-bitten and your lungs were struggling for air, you pushed him gently away from you by the waist. “While I appreciate the appreciation, you should probably get back to work.” You moved to get down, but Sammy’s large hands held you down by the hips. You gave him a look and he stared back at you, chest still rapidly moving and pupils blown.

“M’not done yet.” He told you. His voice was rough and commanding. You weren’t going to be able to argue with him. His palms splayed over your thighs and he tugged you harshly against him. 

“You can’t fuck me on the interrogation table, Sammy,” you protested, albeit very weakly. He could. And he might. But he shook his head.

“Not going to,” He promised. He held your gaze as he sank onto his knees. Arousal hooked behind your intestines when you realized what he was doing. 

“Sammy.” You sighed, lolling your head to the side. He ignored you, pushing the skirt of your uniform up and pulling your underwear to the side. Sammy licked his lips to prepare himself. The heat of his mouth made you whimper as he made out with your cunt. His tongue slipped through your folds and circled around your clit. One of his hands moved from your thigh to your stomach, softly pushing you back until you gave in and laid flat on the table. It then found your hand and interlocked your fingers together. Sammy ate you out like a man starved. He had forgotten his lunch, afterall, and he needed a treat. 

“So fuckin’ good, baby,” He moaned directly against your core and the vibration sent tingles up your spine. “Just tastes so amazing. Can’t help myself.” You let out a whimper when he inserted two of his thick fingers into you, stretching against the walls of your pussy. Your slick was making obscene noises, and you hoped that the room was soundproof. The assault of his fingers and his tongue built your fuzzy orgasm faster than you expected. You came with a shaky sigh of Sammy’s name, squeezing his hand and clamping your thighs over his ears. You rode out your orgasm literally, rolling your hips against Sammy’s face until you were panting and shaking around him. As you came down, Sammy pulled back, peppering the insides of your thighs with gentle kisses. He stood up and pulled you flush against your chest. He gave you a proud little smile and you wanted to smack him. It was then that you noticed a little blinking red light in the corner of the ceiling. Horror drained from your brain and settled in your tailbone. 

“Is…” you swallowed. “Is that a camera?”

“Yea,” Sammy shrugged. Unbothered bastard. “I’ll get the footage and delete it, no worries.” You gave him a searing look. 

“You better, buddy. Or you’re not allowed to eat anything of mine. Food or otherwise.” Sammy scoffed with amusement and pressed a chaste kiss to your lips.  A few moments later, you were walking out of the precinct with a wave. Sammy clutched his lunchbox and waved back at you, like he couldn’t still taste you on his tongue. He did wipe the footage from the camera. But he didn’t delete it. Instead, he moved it to a personal thumbdrive that he locked in his desk. He needed something to motivate him when he was working late nights and couldn’t be next to you.

[softforandrewcody]

Yeah give me 3-5 business days to recover thanks

[softforandrewcody]

Guys I need to kiss, lick and suck over Sammy’s bulge while he sits on the sofa until he cums in his pants like a school boy.

Bet he’d look so pretty all embarrassed and blushing because he came so quickly.

✨Such a pitiful pup✨

[softforandrewcody]

So I’ve put my contacts in, bought two monsters, a jam donut and I’m watching law and order SVU while I write some Sub!Boyd smut. My life is fucking amazing.

[nightpitt]

Icl I’ll take anything Mel, Cassie & Mohan related. Even Al-Hashimi.

I’m in the same boat as you like I’ve been bi/queer since 11, I’m 23 this year, and I haven’t done anything with a woman besides kissing and light touching so reading WLW smut is me living vicariously 😅

Dude I could spam your inbox with wlw asks icl but I’ll only do one for right now.

Pillow princess!Cassie x Touch me not!Masc!Reader. Obviously Cassie works in the Pitt and is on her feet for like 15/16 hours of the day so when she comes home, finally having the house to herself since Harrison is with his dad, all she wants is her girlfriend to make her cum until she feels relaxed and calm and after the day she’s had she deserves it. Maybe light praise in there too for Cassie, definitely hair pulling reader receiving.

Yeah this is so self indulgent I’m not even gonna try to deny it 🫪

i do plan on writing baran at some point but PILLOW PRINCESS MCKAY HAS ME BRICKED TF UP!

MDNI - 18+

CONTENTS: dr. cassie mckay x f! reader, smut, pillow princess, eater! reader, fingering

the minute your wife crossed into her apartment, you were there stripping her of her scrubs. she'd repeat the motions with you, however this would be the only touch you'd allow. you'd swipe your tongue into her mouth while you pinned her wrists at her sides.

"baby, c'mon," she'd say as her mouth hovered over yours. "need to touch you, had a long day."

"exactly why i wanna take care of you," you'd whisper against her lips. "don't touch me, i wanna just touch you, make you feel good."

you'd drag her down the hallway and into your bedroom, all while pressing hot kisses to her neck, jaw and lips. you'd press her into the bed, pausing to slide her cotton underwear down her thighs.

cassie would physically relax against the mattress and pillows. she'd sigh as the material would drag down her legs.

"spread for me," you'd command.

she would pull her thighs apart, resting at her sides. you'd spit onto your fingertips and massage her clit while her slickness pooled inside of her. your fingers would dig into her entrance.

"mmm," you'd hum. "this all for me?"

"always," cassie would smile.

you'd bend down to meet her center, looping your arms around her thighs. you'd pull her cunt to the edge of the bed, flicking your tongue across her pearl.

she'd comb her fingers into your hair, dragging her nails across your scalp.

"f-fuck," she'd heave. "right there, baby. feels s'fuckin' good, fuck-"

you'd smile into her pussy, your tongue would dive into her entrance. she'd moan and wrap her fingers tighter into your hair, bringing you even closer into her mound.

"want you to come for me," you'd rasp as your fingers slipped into her between kitten licks. "want you to cum again and again on my tongue till you can forget today and only think of my tongue inside of you."

[softforandrewcody]

HEHEHEHEHEHEH GAWD DAYMN🫪👀

[softforandrewcody]

Guys look at how big brain I am! It took me an embarrassingly long time to realise I could keep all my docs in one doc in different tabs🫪But guess what, I figured it out and I’ve moved all my fics into one document like so and now I don’t have to be overwhelmed with how many documents I have in my google docs😅 Gonna be writing for Sub!Boyd today, fingers crossed I post it today!

[prettyboyimagination]

If you're open to a small Sammy Bryant Drabble request, I'm loving the idea of Sammy loving to eat out/blow reader (would be happy with M or F) who is super shy about it. He could spend hours down there, and one time right as they climax they pull fairly hard on his hair, dragging his face even closer to them to ride out their high and Sammy sees stars (maybe cumming untouched?? 🫣🫣) ((pls pls ignore if this isn't for you))

Heyy! Thank you for the request! I believe wholeheartedly that Sammy Bryant is a munch. He is an eater. My boy prefers eating pussy over eating food because what better meal is there than his precious girl? I hope this is what you wanted and you like it! Kinda got a bit carried away Warnings: Fem!Reader, cunnilingus, face riding, hair pulling, Sammy being a pathetic dog. 0.5k words.

Sammy is a man who loves to eat. And when I say eat, I mean eat. He wasn’t a small guy by any stretch, and his favourite meal to eat was you. This man could go down on you for hours if you’d let him. He got pussy drunk so quickly off you, it was adorable. “Mmph! Sam..Sammy!” Your voice was hoarse from the last few hours of you moaning, crying, and begging for him to just take it easy. Sammy had been eating you out for the last four fucking hours, and he wasn't any closer to letting up on you. He was still going with just as much vigor as when he started. “Sammy, please!” You whined desperately, trying to push his head away to give yourself a moment to relax. Sammy wasn’t having any of it, swiping his tongue over your clit harshly before pressing his face harder against you, gripping your hips in a vice-like grip to keep you still. Your hand gripped his auburn curls harshly, grounding yourself to the moment, worried you’d actually float away from the way he was about to pull your fifth orgasm out of you. “One more for me baby…please. Need it..” Sammy's muffled voice vibrated against your core in a desperate tone. His tongue and lips were working overtime to rip that last orgasm from you, even if it killed you in the process. You couldn’t help the way your hips ground against his pretty face, giving in to his desperate plea and letting yourself relax into his ministrations. Sammy’s efforts doubled as he felt you relaxing and grinding against his face. His own hips rutted frantically into the mattress, seeking some relief from how painfully hard he was. Your hand clamped down hard on his curls as you felt yourself teetering on the edge of orgasm, pushing him as close as he could get as you rode his face with frenzied movements. Sammy let out a pitiful whine as you used his face, his eyes rolled back and fluttered shut as he got lost in the feeling of you. Your fifth orgasm crashed over you like a tsunami, coating Sammy's face and the sheets in your sweet slick. Sammy thought he’d died and gone to heaven from the way your thighs were squeezing and trembling around his head, fucking yourself on his face so desperately. Your intoxicating scent and the sweet, slightly tangy taste that danced on his tongue had him fucking his hips into the mattress like a dog. He was humping and rocking his clothed dick against the sheet like a pathetic mutt, teetering on the brink of orgasm himself. His hips squirmed and stutted as he came with a muffled, pitiful whine against your cunt. His cock spurted ropes of warm, creamy cum into his boxers, leaking through onto the sheet below him. Sammy was panting like he’d ran a marathon, and you were lying on the bed, sprawled out, looking as disheveled as you felt. 

[softforandrewcody]

✨Sammy Bryant is a munch. Don’t try and argue with me✨

[bryantmoretta]

the deli run - sammy bryant x reader (ft nate)

summary: sammy bryant is a simp for his pregnant wife.

the low murmur of the police scanner hums beneath the clatter of nate’s half-finished rant about how “nobody knows how to take a corner anymore.” sammy’s driving, knuckles loose on the wheel, when his phone lights up with her name.

he taps the bluetooth with his thumb, speaker crackling to life.

“hey, baby,” he says easily.

there’s a pause on the other end—just long enough for sammy to know something’s up. the kind of pause she makes when she’s gearing herself up for something that feels silly to her but makes his whole chest soften.

“hi,” she says finally, voice soft, lilting. “um… are you busy?”

nate immediately cuts his eyes toward the dash. sammy doesn’t flinch.

“not too busy. nate and i just wrapped a walkthrough downtown. why?”

“you, um…” she hesitates. he hears it, that wobble. that crack that says she already talked herself out of this twice before she even dialed. “you remember that deli we used to go to near our old place in central alameda?”

sammy meets nate’s eye and says without hesitation:

“yeah. we’re close to there actually.”

nate mouths no we’re not? then gives up and just gestures out the dashboard at downtown hollywood forty minutes away from central alameda.

“i was maybe…” her voice drops to this tragic, adorable little near-whisper, “…maybe wanting that spicy italian? the one on the marble rye? with the extra pepperoncinis?”

sammy’s already flicking the blinker on to switch lanes.

“yeah, baby. got it.”

“and maybe the iced tea?” she adds quickly, like ripping off a band-aid. “no, actually, can it be both? the lemonade and the tea? like an arnold palmer? and if they have the cake of the day i kinda want that too. but it’s okay if they don’t, i swear i’ll survive, i just—”

her voice does that thing, trembles right at the edge of a tear or maybe just her hormones spiraling.

“actually never mind. this is crazy. you’re working. i’m sorry, just forget i called, i love you—be safe—”

click.

sammy sighs, but there’s a crooked smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. he’s already turning onto the freeway ramp.

nate blinks once. twice. then slowly says:

“jesus. even i can’t say no to her when she asked like that.”

sammy huffs out a dry laugh.

“so you see my problem.”

“how many midnight snack runs has she sent you on?”

“none.”

nate blinks harder.

“none?”

“she hasn’t even asked me to fill her damn water bottle,” sammy mutters. “not once. not a single midnight craving. hasn’t asked for anything.”

“oh.” nate exhales slowly, understanding dawning. “so when she does—”

“exactly.”

they drive a beat in silence, traffic parting just enough to give them a smooth path toward central alameda.

“we’re really going forty minutes out of the way to a deli.”

“yeah,” sammy says simply. “yeah, we are.”

“i can’t even give you shit. you were with me when mariella made me go demand a banana split from that ice cream shop during a rain storm at 9:58 p.m. they were out of cherries. she cried. i still don’t think she’s forgiven me.”

sammy grins. nate leans forward, elbows on knees.

“since you’re already buying lunch…”

“for her, not you.”

“i’ll take a turkey pesto. your girl has good taste.”

sammy snorts and rolls his eyes.

“you’re such a simp, man.”

“yeah,” sammy smirks, already dialing the deli, “but i get to go home to her.”

nate huffs a laugh but he’s already smiling too, tapping his phone open.

“i swear to god if they’re out of marble rye, you’re telling her.”

[prettywomanimagination]

You Deserve This

After a god-awful case, losing a child, the rapist almost getting away because of a small mistake she made, Olivia feels like she isn’t good enough and doesn’t deserve to feel good. You remind her she deserves the world. 

Season 1 Olvia, Subish!Olivia, Gn!Reader, cunillingus, fingering, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, reader does Olivia in front of a mirror, then moves to the bed, breast play, body worship, praise kink, hair pulling, mommy kink sorta? Reader calls Olivia ‘Mama’ but not in a submissive way. Brief mentions of child rape/murder/abuse. 2.8K Words.

Olivia had had the worst couple of weeks possible. She was the lead detective on a rape homicide case involving four underage girls between the ages of ten and thirteen.  The case was brutal; any case involving children was always awful, but this was another level. The perp had beaten and assaulted the girls so badly that the only way they ID’d them was through the missing child database and then matching their heights and whatever features they had left to the most likely child. The case had taken its toll on Olivia almost instantly. She was determined to catch this guy as fast as she could. She was staying up for days at a time, crashing only for maybe an hour or two tops before getting back out there. They had interviewed the perp in one of the first rounds of suspect interviews, but Olivia had missed a vital detail and let the guy go. After that, he killed two more girls before Elliot had made the connection, reviewing the detail that Olivia had missed and realising it was the guy they’d interviewed. They eventually arrested the guy, and he made some unsavoury comments to Olivia, blaming her for the deaths of the last two girls. Stating that if she hadn’t been so stupid and caught him during the first interview, the girls wouldn’t have died and that their deaths were on her head. After that, Olivia spiralled. Cragen told her to take a long weekend off and to take some time for herself. She drove home to your guys' apartment on autopilot and walked in looking wrecked. 

You hadn’t seen much of Olivia for the past two weeks. With her working crazy hours and you working your work hours, you guys hadn’t had the chance to really talk or see much of each other. You immediately noticed she wasn’t in a good headspace just from her body language. Her shoulders were tense, her face had a blank, neutral expression, but her eyes were filled with a burning sadness and self-loathing. “Hey, what happened?”  You asked, standing up from the couch and walking over to her cautiously, not wanting to scare her. She flinched ever so slightly as you approached, shaking her head as her eyes stayed fixed on the floor. “I screwed up.” She whispered. Her words were barely audible, but you heard her. “I messed up bad.” You wrapped your arms around her securely, hugging her close to you, whispering soft words of love as you rubbed her back soothingly. “Come on.” You whisper, picking her up carefully with your hands under her thighs, wrapping her legs around your waist and carrying her to the bedroom. You sat her down gently, kneeling in front of her to take off her shoes first, pressing soft kisses to the tops of her feet and massaging the balls, heels, and soles of her feet delicately. “Whatever happened, whatever you ‘did’ wrong, it wasn’t your fault, okay?” You said softly as you looked up at her with a loving expression. Olivia wouldn’t meet your eyes, too ashamed and guilt-ridden to even think about receiving love right now. You sighed softly and stood up, taking off her blazer first, then kneeling again between her legs and looking up at her for permission to carry on. She nodded slowly, still not meeting your eyes but permitting you. “I need verbal consent baby. Can you do that for me?” She hesitated at first, but then spoke quietly, “Yes, you can carry on.” You nodded and began unbuttoning her shirt, kissing over each button as the shirt opened up for you. Olivia gasped quietly at each kiss, sighing as the shirt fell from her body onto the bed. You threw it to one side and wrapped your arms around her waist gently, kissing and nuzzling over her stomach and under the wire of her bra. Hands splaying over her back as you kept her as close to you as possible. She’d let out little gasps and quiet moans as your lips worked over her body, letting herself enjoy your ministrations somewhat. You made quick work of her bra, throwing it to the side with her shirt, marveling over how beautifully her breasts sat on her body. “God, you’re gorgeous,” You mused, kissing down the valley of her chest slowly, savouring every moment your lips touched her skin. She let out a low whine, threading her fingers through your hair as your lips wrapped around her left nipple, sucking softly. “Fuck…baby.” Her voice was low but thick with need, hips bucking up as your tongue swirled around her pebbling nub, hand gripping and tugging at the roots of your hair as your right hand squeezed and massaged her right breast. You moaned around her nipple as she tugged on your hair, your left hand gripping at her left hip to ground yourself. You detached your lips from her nipple and swapped over to her right, sucking and grazing your teeth lightly over her bud as it hardened in your mouth. Olivia let out a high-pitched whine as your teeth grazed over her nipple, pushing her chest further into your mouth, silently begging for more. You undo her slacks, pulling them off her body before detaching your lips from her nipple again. She lifts her hips, helping you shimmy off her pants and underwear, now leaving her naked.

You helped her up and stood her in front of the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. “Look at how beautiful you are.” You whisper, kissing along her neck and shoulders, letting your lips linger on her skin with each kiss. Olivia refused to look at the mirror, keeping her eyes fixed on the ceiling as you kissed her body. You stopped kissing her and looked into the mirror, cupping her chin in your hand and forcing her gently to face the mirror. “Listen to me and look mama, look at how pretty you are.” You whisper as you look into her gorgeous brown eyes in the mirror. You see the tears start to form, and you shush her softly. “Shh, it’s alright. Why don't you let me take care of you and show you how much you deserve to feel loved and cared for?” You purred against the skin of her neck, nipping softly. She nods, still reluctant to feel positive about herself but willing to let you try. Your fingertips dance along her skin, trailing down her arms, then down her sides, over her hips, waist, ribs, stomach, everywhere you can reach. Finally, after agonising minutes of you mapping her body, memorising every curve, dip, and scar, you dipped your fingers to where she needed you most. Your fingers glided through her labia, coating your digits in her sweet arousal, earning you a desperate whine from her lips. You wrapped your other arm around her waist, pressing her back against your chest, keeping her steady as you explored her. Her chest heaved as she breathed heavily, trying to keep her eyes open and on herself in the mirror. You brought your fingers up to her lips, nodding to her in the mirror. “Open.” She parted her lips obediently, and you slid your index and middle fingers into her mouth, letting out a deep groan as she sucked softly. Tasting herself on your fingers was something Olivia always loved doing. The way you watched her, the way you reacted to it, made her already soaked cunt drip even more. “Gonna let me have a taste pretty girl?” You asked softly, smiling at her in the mirror as you felt her tongue swirl around the middle appendage. She let your fingers go with a quiet moan and nodded, grabbing your wrist and guiding them back to her labia. You swiped the pads of your fingers through again, slower, more precise movements this time, nudging her clit ever so slightly with the tip of your index finger, causing her hips to buck forward and for her to make the most beautiful sound you had ever heard. You brought the arousal-covered digits up to your lips and moaned softly as they entered your mouth. The sweet, tangy taste of her slick filled your taste buds, and you couldn't help the way your eyes rolled back. The taste of Olivia was something you would never get tired of. She tasted like a breath of fresh air, like an iced cold bottle of water on a hot summer's day, like the first sip of hot chocolate on a crisp winter's night. From the first time you tasted her six months ago, you knew you were going to be addicted to her for the rest of your life. You sucked and swirled your tongue around your fingers, lapping up every morsel of her arousal you could before locking eyes with her again in the mirror.

You dipped your now spit-covered fingers down to her core and applied gentle pressure as you began working on her clit in slow, lazy circles. Olivia’s head fell back onto your shoulder; a chorus of moans and gasps tumbled from her velvety lips, gracing your ears like a church choir. You worked your fingers at a lazy pace, wanting to prolong her first orgasm as long as you could. “Look at yourself mama, eyes on you.” You breathed against the shell of her ear, reveling in the way she shivered in your arms. Your arm tightened its hold on her as your fingers continued their idle movements, causing more sweet sounds to erupt from her throat. She squirmed in your arms restlessly, begging for you to speed up in breathy moans. “Please…Please baby! Need you to…fuck…hurry up,” She begged prettily, looking desperately at you in the mirror. Her eyes shone with frustrated tears as your fingers kept their leisurely pace, not relenting to her pleas. “Easy love, you’ll get to cum. But first, tell me you deserve it. Tell me you deserve to cum and I’ll let you.” Your voice was soft and gentle against her skin, causing goosebumps to adorn her body. Olivia whimpered quietly as she bit her lip hard, tugging the blush flesh between her teeth. She didn’t feel like she deserved to cum, not after the case she’d just finished, but she wanted to oh so badly. She wanted to fall apart as many times as you’d let her in as many different ways as you wanted. The words were right there. She knew what she had to say to earn that overwhelming, leg-shaking, knee-weakening feeling that coursed through her body like an electrical shock, numbing her nerves with pleasure, but she couldn’t say it. “Come on sweetheart, say it. Say it for me, and I'll let you cum as many times as you want.” The skin on her lower lip ripped from how hard she was biting. The blood seeped through to rest beautifully on the flesh of her trembling lower lip. She let out a heartbreaking sob as tears trickled from her rich, chestnut eyes, making them look even more stunning. Your fingers sped up ever so slightly on her clit, inching her even closer to her impending orgasm. Her body shook elegantly in your arms as you held her back to your chest securely. You knew she was right there, and the words you wanted to hear from her desperately would be tumbling out of her mouth sooner than you expected. “Please! I deserve it! I deserve to cum..” Olivia's broken voice rang out like an enchanting melody. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her chest heaved frantically as moans and whimpers ripped themselves from her throat. You smiled against her shoulder as you kept your eyes trained on her ethereal face. Your fingers sped up to the pace she craved against her clit, circling at the pleasurable tempo you knew would have her hurdling over the edge. With a few tight circles around her sensitive bundle of nerves, Olivia felt that familiar coil tighten in her lower stomach. You knew she was close from the way her clit pulsed against your fingers rhythmically in time with your movements. “Good girl, cum for me. That’s my girl.” Your words were all she needed to push her over the edge. And just like that, she was cumming with a wanton cry of your name. Olivia tried her best to keep her eyes on you both through the mirror, but she couldn’t. Her head fell back onto your shoulder, eyes screwing shut as her orgasm ripped through her body. Her hand gripped your wrist like a vice, nails digging into your skin enough to break it. Her captivating moans filled the room as the pads of your fingers worked diligently against her nub, working her through her orgasm. “Good job baby…I’m so proud of you.” Your words smoothed over her like a balm as you held her close to your body. You removed your fingers from her clit and brought them up to your lips, tasting her again. God, she tastes so sweet. Like your own personal treat.

You picked her up carefully and laid her back on the bed, looking down at how she sprawled herself out like a goddess. She smiled up at you with her deep, chocolate eyes that sparkled in the soft bedroom light and her flushed, tear-streaked cheeks that made your heart melt. “Are you going to keep staring at me or are you going to clean me up?” Olivia asked in a teasing tone, eying you with a hint of mischief. She knew you’d never leave her without a minimum of two orgasms, and she knew you loved to eat her out after she’d already come. You smirked and knelt at the foot of the bed, grabbing her ankles firmly and tugging her with one swift pull to the edge of the bed. Olivia gasped and looked at you with a shocked but wanting expression. Her glistening pussy was right in front of your face, inviting you to dine on her like a temptress. You threw her legs over your shoulders and gripped her thighs tightly before diving into her. Your tongue lapped up every ounce of arousal and cum Olivia had to offer, swirling and dipping into her core to get as much as you could. You were drunk off her taste. No matter how many times you went down on her, you’d always get pussy drunk after only a few seconds between her pretty thighs. Her hand flew to your head, clawing and gripping at the roots of your hair, pushing your face as close as you could get to her. Her nails scratched against your scalp almost painfully, but you didn't care. The feeling of drowning between her thighs, having her hips rut against your face, having her use you to get off, was the best feeling you had ever experienced, and you would be damned if you ever stopped that feeling because of a little pain. You moaned into her cunt, from both the taste of her and the way she was gripping your hair. Your fingers dug into her inner thighs. Hard enough to leave fingerprint bruises, but not hard enough that it was too painful for her. “Fuck! Oh god…baby I’m gonna…” Olivia's muffled moans were a symphony to your ears. Her free hand was clamped over her mouth as her hips ground against your face, focusing her clit on your nose.  The way her thighs tightened around your head had you going dizzy in the best possible way. You sucked and swirled your tongue around her clit, giving it your full attention while listening to her lewd, uncontrollable sobs and whines. Her second orgasm came crashing over her like a tidal wave, washing over her body in a hot flash. Her thighs shook and squeezed around your head as your dutiful tongue worked her through her orgasm. You sucked, lapped, and cleaned up everything she gave you eagerly with a hint of desperation. Olivia tried to push you away, whining about how it was too much, but you were too lost in the overwhelming feeling of her. She eventually pushed you away, much to your dismay, and she looked down at you with an adoring look. Your face was covered in her cum, it was practically dripping off your chin. Your eyes were glassy and glazed over as you nuzzled into her thigh. “You always know how to make me feel better, don't you honey?” She said in a soft, breathy tone, stroking her fingers through your hair gently this time. You nodded against her thigh before standing up and going to grab a washcloth and some water. Once you return, you clean yourself and Olivia up before dressing her in one of your T-shirts and a pair of underwear. You climb into bed and hold her close as she comes down from her highs, cuddling close to you and eventually falling asleep in your arms.

[softforandrewcody]

✨Olivia Benson’s 2.8K word of pure smut fic is up ladies, gents and court jesters✨

[in-ky]

god...thinking about my werewolf!titus au. a reverse beauty and the beast situation (where he is cursed to be a werewolf and youre falling in love with him, but his condition is only getting worse...)

he loves you so much, tries to be normal with you, tries to be gentle, but somehow ends up biting your lip, scarring it right through one side. and you try to assure him it's alright, he didn't mean it, you still love him.

but all he can see when he looks at you is that he's failing. it's only getting worse. and even though he's spent your entire relationship protecting you from others, he should really be worried about what he does himself.

[0princesspeach-quinn]

[in-ky]

you and @hotdocsandcowboys have inspired me to actually do this project instead of just sitting on it lol thank u <3

[hotdocsandcowboys]

[softforandrewcody]

This fucking gif has me CACKLING like no other🤣😭it represents me whenever I see in-ky post tho I won’t lie

[hotdocsandcowboys]

no for real im very normal about all my fic writer moots.......

[softforandrewcody]

Oh yeah same same, definitely not me whenever I see the notif 👀