➽─❥ summary/prompt: Trying to work out and get in good shape and form before trying to have a baby- and watching your husband just get thicker.
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, p in v sex, trying to conceive, breeding kink, working out with your stupidly hot husband, blow jobs, thigh riding, masturbation (female)
➽─❥ author’s note: NAT BABY I HOPE YOU ENJOY BEEFY JACK- and Nic bby here @ovaryacted you too. If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
You decided to get in shape- make sure you’re both healthy and prepared for a pregnancy and the newborn that comes with that. But god you feel so fucking stupid now, because while you and your husband have been going to the gym together- all you’ve been doing is watching him get thicker.
Watching the way Jack’s arms have started to grow- his biceps bulging from his shirts, the sleeves no longer fitting properly but you say nothing. His forearms getting bigger- straining with each lift of the 50 lb weight in his hand. His chest starts to get broader- thick layer of muscle padding his pecs where you lay your head some nice. His fucking abs? Strong and stiff under the layer of fat that was once softer- even starting to get defined where each singular abdominal muscle was formed. His back- wide and toned, each ripple of his traps, lats, fucking delts calling out to you.
You almost hated working out with him. Hated going to the gym with him because for at least an hour you would watch him walk around the gym with his headphones on- would have him right behind you, grunting in your ear with each lift of the bar over his head or lift of the dumbbell to his chest. He would glisten- sweat sliding down his forehead and you’d follow that particular bead down from his cheek, down his neck, disappearing underneath his collar and you wish you could follow with your tongue. After your workout you’d be in a daze, both of you showering together- the steam making your mind hazy until you couldn’t fucking take it anymore. Jack turned his back to get the warm spray of the water where soap had fallen and when you saw the soft swell of his ass you just had to act.
“Honey, what are you-” you cut him off, needy lips pressed against his when you throw your arms around his now wider shoulders. You’re slippery- soaped up and sliding together along the tiled wall and Jack groans when you drop down to your knees to take him into your mouth. Eager, needy slurps of him into your mouth- handfuls of his ass in your greedy hands to help him fuck himself down your throat. “F-fuck, baby- what the hell?” Chocked out moans- your nails dragging down his thick thighs that you’ve been dreaming of riding.
Poor Jack has no idea what’s gotten into you- you corner him at any opportunity you can because your stupid fucking husband looks so good like this. That morning he put on an old army shirt that used to be loose- the sleeves used to flutter around his biceps and would bunch up around his torso but now it was tight. Black ‘ARMY’ words stretched across his newly thick chest, fabric of the sleeves strained around his biceps and you swear you can fucking count his abs through the shirt- all the man was doing was sitting on the couch and immediately you’re sat in his lap with needy eyes and your mouth slotting over his.
“You’re not- fuck, you’re not even ovulating,” he tries to pull back, but you’re taking off your clothes and he’s quick to follow your lead until you start to grind your pussy over his thigh- moaning into his neck with each slow drag of your wet folds over the meat of his quads. Jack mumbles now, his large hands that are calloused from working out and grabbing the metal bars of the workout equipment now grabbing your hips- helping you drag your wet pussy until you force his hands away to sink down on his cock. Jack groans- head thrown back when he finally feels your walls suck him in and nudge up as deep as possible until you start to set a quick pace to bounce yourself in his lap while his lips start to swallow your moans.
It wasn’t until a few nights later- having got back from the gym and Jack had showered first while you made dinner and you watch him emerge with a towel wrapped around his waist- drops of water sliding down his neck and mumbling to himself about hitting some kind of protein goal. You showered next- long shower where you had spent time fingering yourself until frustration got the better of you. You were dripping wet from your shower when you stepped into the bedroom- no towel and Jack had been reading in bed with his glasses low on the bridge of his nose. One arm thrown behind his head- shirt riding up to see the now pronounced v line he had, your mouth watered.
“Want me to fuck a baby in you?” Somehow you ended up on your front- chest to the mattress with your ass in the air for Jack to hammer his cock in and out of your leaking pussy. “Ah- ah- ah,” he mocked your whimpers- fucking you with a speed he didn’t have a month ago but still left you drooling on the bed for him. “Needy fucking pussy- needs to be filled- yeah?” Wet slaps of his hips interrupted your moans- thighs shaking from your impending orgasm but he doesn’t seem to let up.
Maybe getting into shape was a bad idea- Jack’s newfound energy and stamina left him far more relentless than before.
CW: 18+MDNI, smut, unprotected P I V, very brief and vague mention of assault
Summary: Robby is known for the 7 week itch, and you were anxiously avoidant when it came to attachments. You two were the perfect pair for fuck buddies, with the perfect set of rules theres no chance of feelings.
Note: This is just a little celebratory back online blurb thanks to @spookypeachpitt13 as they got me thinking about how I’d never judge robby for his sleeping habits because same hehe and I did use some smutty prompts from @titus-danforth ‘s february fic page so i shall tag for credit!!
You and Robby had strict rules about being fuck buddies, mostly because the two of you were more similar than you’d admit.
This is strictly sex no emotions or long term commitment.
Full professionalism at work no playing favorites (mostly because you were still his R4)
No pet names (and no Michael just Robby)
Absolutely no spending the night
All of these rules were agreed upon because each served a reason within your personal and professional lives. For the first rule everyone knows about Robby’s ‘7 week itch’ you were very much aware of it going into the arrangement, and if you were honest it’s why you had felt he was a safe choice to seek relief with. You had just ended a three year relationship with a text book Chad who thought you were going to be his second mother in life. While you already struggled to let people into your life it seemed as if every time someone got close you began to feel trapped, feeling as if the responsibility to upkeep the relationship fell to you often changing yourself in the past to conform. Having no emotional dependency was what you preferred, you had absolutely no desire to change your life and yourself just to fit into a relationship that may not work, just like how it ended with Chad . Rule two was fairly self explanatory: you were an R4 and gunning for the ED attending position. You absolutely wanted nothing to happen to your chances. The names were oddly personal for both, names had power and neither wanted to have that sway in this. So the agreement was; no baby, sweetheart, honey, and especially no full first names. Robby always called you by your last name both in and out of work and you like everyone else called him Robby, easy peasy. Now the fourth reason was something you thought was mostly a ‘you’ problem. Being that you were very specific about your sleep environment and it was something frat man Chad had always complained about or made fun of you for. So you figured if you made it a rule no harm done, the rules were meant to be followed and both yourself and Robby were strict.
Which is absolutely why six months later your arrangement is still going on. At first it was a surprise when you hit 8 weeks not only Robby but for you, yet neither made mention of it. Deciding it was better to not bring attention to the clearly broken part of rule one. Especially when the two of you had found yourself excited to go to work knowing you would see each other.You were buzzing at the idea of a multi trauma just for the fact that would mean a long period of time was allotted just for you and Robby to be side by side. You blamed the late night confessions of trauma and hardships, or the phone calls that lasted all night when one or the other woke up unable to breathe. But you wouldn’t dare bring up the rooftop trips and silent moments that felt whole just for the fact of being in each other's presence. Robby especially never brought up the fact he noticed you would jump on each peds room case before he could, and you would never allow yourself to tell him how much it meant each time he took an assault case that would've been assigned to you. Neither of you also brought attention to the almost domestic routine at work that had developed despite the insistence of professionalism. You would arrive at least ten minutes before Robby, and those exact ten minutes later he would walk in dropping off his bag and coat. Taking a look around the hub as if surveying the scene but he was always looking for you. And each time he saw you at a computer looking over charts he would come up behind you caging you in just a little as he leaned over your shoulder pretending to take an interest in the 80yo bowel obstruction in south 6, all to drop off the coffee he bought you and walk off. By 10am you always honed in on Robby’s location like a blood hound, slyly setting down a container of food always saying ‘I made too much’. All for Robby to bring you a second cup of coffee at 4pm in the break room while you handed him the second ‘extra’ lunch you had. The touches were small but frequent, nothing too noticeable (everyone noticed). A hand on the back from him or a hand on the bicep from you. Both seeking each other out every chance you had and standing a mere centimeter apart at every opportunity. It was obvious. Especially since everyone knew Robby didn’t like to be touched, the man genuinely flinched at every contact or at the sudden closeness of others. Subtle was not what the entirety of the ED would describe you two as, which is why a secret board behind Ahmed's door had everyone’s bet on; together or not, how long, and how it started. The pool was up to 800$ with night shift included.
The catalyst was a really busy exhausting shift that had been both you and Robby’s sixth in a row. It had been filled with anti-vaccine parents, combative patients, a buttload of traumas and worst of all scabies. After a day like today it wasn’t unusual for the two of you to end up in bed together. Which is how you found yourself now face down ass up and Robby making sure that you felt him for days. His pace started out deep and rhythmic, it wasn’t rushed or the type of fuck that was just him chasing an end. It felt different. And it left you absolutely cock drunk with something heavy settling in your chest.
“Thats it just like that, being so good and taking everything I give you” his voice was strained not with effort but something you couldn’t quite place.
“Ugh- yes, feels so good Michael” his hips stuttered and the same time that you let out a slight gasp starting to move up and apologise for the slip. But you didn't get far before you felt him lean forward and press a hand between your shoulder blades.
“Fucking hell sweetheart, I want you to say my name like that again.”
“Please Michael fuck me, need you so bad p-please” the air was knocked out of your lungs with the second please spurring his pace to pick up speed.
“No one else gets to touch you like this, only I get to ruin you like this, you hear me?”
“All yours. Only yours!”
A loud deep groan fell from his throat as he moved the hand from your shoulder blade to circle your clit. Your walls clenched around this length signaling your peak, and with one last call of his name he followed with a loud Fuck before you felt the warmth of his cum hitting the deepest part of your body that he could reach. The sensation of being so full coupled with the figure eights he was still consistent with you were only a few moments behind him when your orgasm came crashing through your body. After waiting for your shaking thighs to calm, Robby then gently moved the two of you onto your sides. Moments passed that were filled with silence, but it wasn’t awkward or uncomfortable instead almost cathartic. Soon the bed rustled as he got up, coming back with a warm cloth he began to wipe at the inner part of your thighs as he sat beside you.
“You don’t have to leave, I-If you don't want to” Deciding it would be easier to simply break the last rule in the agreement rather than verbalize everything that had been clawing at your chest.
He took a moment to contemplate the open invitation, almost as if he was debating on how far he wanted to cross the already foggy boundaries. However, he settled on “Okay,” with a soft smile that had his eyes crinkling at the edges.
“Buuuut ,” dragging out the syllables in a shy tone knowing what you were about to say next might turn him off his agreement, “seeing as I don't think I can walk at the moment I'm going to need you to do me a couple favors.”
He nodded but you still squeezed your eyes shut in embarrassment, “Can you turn on the fan near the end of the bed and the one by the door and open the blinds just a little so the light comes in? But also in my closet is a green tie blanket and a pillow, I need you to grab those as well please. And last question, do you mind a little sound like say a radio or a tv?”
Squinting your eyes open just a little bit so that you can gauge his reaction you’re met with the sight of him getting up, slipping his boxers on and doing all the tasks you asked with absolutely zero questioning. Hearing the closest door close you finally opened your eyes all the way to see him walk up with your sacred pillow and blanket before he asks,
“Want me to cover you up?” You don't know why you felt shy about this, it’s not like the man wasn’t just cumming inside of you five minutes ago. But nonetheless you nod and he spreads the blanket over you and is mid tuck of the pillow behind your head when he ever so lightly answers the question you posed, “Personally I prefer the TV, it's what I put on at home. Do you mind the local news?”
Nodding your head, your eyes involuntarily begin to water. The feeling of acceptance with no strings was almost too much. Feeling silly with how you felt over such menial actions you quickly wiped your eyes on the blanket waiting for him to lay back down after turning on the tv. Which didn’t take long as he grabbed the remote from your dresser as well as his book and glasses from his bag. The last difficulty of the night was figuring out your sleeping position now that Robby was here. No matter how silly it was you tried to stay on your side of the bed not wanting to bother him. But it was hard to get comfortable when you didn’t lay in your normal position. After a few twists and turns and squeaky bed frame sounds, the very man you tried not to bother flung his book down on his lap in question.
“Honey what the fuck are you doing?” The free use of the pet name gave you butterflies, the rules seemingly forgotten completely at your first utterance of his name.
“I just, I usually sleep a certain way and I don't want to be weird about it but I already had you turn everything on and-”
His response was holding the blankets up for you to move and with only a slight second of hesitancy before moving into position. Moving over you hooked your top leg over Robby's leg that was closest to you, and abandoning the pillow you normally cuddle using his warm soft torso instead. And finally resting your head on his chest. The arm that had held his book rested over your back as he went back to reading like it was something the two of you did every night. It wasn’t long before you began drifting off by the time he put it away but not before you heard the softest,
“I think I love you”
You let him think you hadn’t heard him for about a minute more or less debating if you wanted to really give up that safety bubble you had lived in. Ultimately deciding fuck it.
“I love you too Michael”
Needless to say that next rotation Dana came out of it 600$ richer and Jack 200$. She wasn't happy about sharing, but Jack knew his best friend, and was word for word correct on how it started.
for your february fics can you write robby and virgin/experienced? i love your writing!!!!
➽─❥ pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: Experienced Robby trying to teach Virgin reader how to relax and take him- all of him
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, SLIGHT DUBCON, virgin reader, p in v sex, dom!Robby, daddy kink, little bit of mean Robby
➽─❥ author’s note: I think I’ve done too much nice Robby- or like sweet Robby and virgin. Have some mean Robby. If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
“No, hey- look at me,” you couldn’t. You were looking right at him and yet Robby was still blurry through your tears- the fat, wet drops sliding down your face made him hard to see as you slowly rose yourself back up on your knees. It stung. God it fucking hurt- the head of Robby’s cock hasn’t even breached you more than a millimeter and you already were fucking crying in his lap. “You wanted this right sweetheart? C’mon- be a good girl for daddy, keep going- you’re almost there.” Your bottom lip was nearly chewed raw- worried between your teeth when you initially braced yourself on Robby’s wide shoulders and straddled his thick thighs to sink yourself down on him.
“I- I can’t- Robby,” you whined- arms tightening around his neck to press closer against him- maybe entice him to have mercy on you and try again another time. “It’s too much- it hurts.” His hot breath fanned your cheek- cooing at you but he sounded so fucking condescending when he did. Tilting his head and even nudging your face with his nose so you can see the disappointed look on his face- grabbing your jaw with his large hand so you can keep eye contact with him.
“It’ll get better the more we do this baby,” soothing hand on your hip where you’re still hovering over his cock- leaking tip red and aching for you- has been fucking dying to do this since you told him you’ve never had any one else before. “It’ll feel so fucking good,” teasing the tip of his thick length between your folds- collecting what little bit of wetness remained after what felt like an hour of hyping yourself up to fuck him. “C’mon baby girl,” the hand on your hip turned into two hands- both pushing you down onto his cock with a nasty groan in your ear when he finally feels the warmth of your wet pussy taking him in.
Your nails dug into the meat of his shoulders- your body seized up when you felt the thick head of him breach your entrance with a heavy grunt of- “like that angel- big stretch, fuck- taking me so good,” while your thighs started to shake. He just kept fucking going- heavy cock seemed to go on forever while he pushed your down for his cock to slide into you until there was so more of you to take him. Your body ached- you fell forward onto his chest with tears wetting his skin when his hands slid down to take two heavy handfuls of your ass. “Good girl, good fucking girl- so proud of you baby,” soft kisses on your temple- one hand sliding up your body to cup and grasp at your heaving chest before tilting your face up for a sloppy kiss that makes Robby groan when he feels you clench around him.
“Show daddy how good you feel,” raspy, his voice filled with lust when he uses the hand on your ass to move you to slide up his fat cock and back down again with a whimper.
Pope Cody-prompt brothers best friend (Deran is the brother)
➽─❥ pairing: Andrew “Pope” Cody x Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: Being Deran’s “best friend” was hard because you also played the part of being his fake girlfriend- and Andrew hates himself for wanting you still.
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, fake infidelity?, fake dating, large age gap, internalized homophobia, male masturbation
➽─❥ author’s note: an old old idea that I discussed with @velvetmel0n If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
What’s worst than wanting your best friend’s older brother? When you want your best friend’s older brother while being in a fake relationship with your best friend so his family doesn’t find out that he’s gay.
But, you’ve loved Andrew since you were a kid, some stupid little girl fantasy crush you developed after he swooped in to be your hero once. Running around one summer with Deran to try and keep up with his brothers and yours- falling from your skateboard, skinning your knee and twisting you ankle and while you tried to stop crying because they’d laugh even more- Andrew didn’t laugh. He walked over to you with an eerie silence to pick you up in his arms like you weighed nothing and carry you into their house to put a bandaid on your knee and hold ice to your ankle. You’ve limped home that evening to write ‘Mrs. Andrew Cody’ all over your diary- digging through your brother’s old year books to cut out his picture and put under your pillow.
And Andrew clearly won’t say he’s been enamored that long. You were really nothing other than his little brother’s friend- but when you came home one summer after your first year away at college looking so different that Andrew almost didn’t recognize you until he heard your voice. But you were still playing the part of being Deran’s- not knowing it was all fake but still he sat by the pool and watched you hang on his brother and place kisses on his cheek or how Deran’s hand would touch with the strings of your bikini and- how you both would go to his room after the party died down.
Andrew hated himself but he couldn’t stop the way he paused outside his brother’s door- lingering around to hear some kind of noise because you’ve been staying over for a week and Andrew doesn’t think his brother can take care of you like he can. There’s nothing to show for you being satisfied- no scratches down Deran’s back or marks left on either of your bodies which seemed to make Andrew’s eye twitch even more because there was nothing to prove that he was wrong and Deran knew what he was doing.
Andrew didn’t know that when you disappear in his room you basically just sleep off the alcohol or drunkenly watched movies together until Deran passed out on top of you. You both came up with this little arrangement a long time ago in high school- Deran confessing to you about his preferences but the fear of his family or people at school so he didn’t know what to do. But you were a good friend- told him you weren’t interested in any of the guys at school anyway not saying you preferred them older and stoic with curls so this way if they thought you were taken they’d leave you alone. You both did try- Deran even forcing himself to kiss you so the feelings would go away but they never did. You were a good kisser but he felt nothing and neither did you so- it was purely for Deran’s sake.
That doesn’t stop the feelings you have for the eldest Cody boy, waking up before the entire house so you can clean up and spend a quiet morning by the pool before Craig came lumbering out to throw you in. A quiet moment where no one else is awake other than you and Andrew who couldn’t sleep- so he spends his mornings beating the punching bag into submission to try and distract himself from the thoughts he has of you. The thoughts that plagued him- keeping him awake at night because all he can think about now is the way you lounge on the pool wearing the smallest bathing suit ever and those thoughts go straight to his cock.
You’re no fucking better- mouth watering as you watch Andrew from behind your sunglasses attack the punching bag and how his muscles shine from the sweat glistening down his skin and biting your lip with each heavy grunt that leave his mouth. You follow a particular drop of water that slides down his neck when he gulps- right between the valley of his pecs and rolling along the ripples of his abs until it soaks into the waistband of his shorts. You only manage to tear your eyes away from him when Deran comes out of the house with uncoordinated steps- half awake and rubbing the sleep from his eyes before falling over you on the lounge chair to ask if you want breakfast. Or really- asking you to make breakfast.
Another thing that irks Andrew- Deran treats you no better than a maid who cooks. Doesn’t help you clean or cook while you have woken up more than enough times to help Andrew clean the mess left from parties- or made breakfast and slid a plate to Andrew with a smile because you made sure nothing was touching on his plate and there were an even amount of pancakes. You were so fucking smart and considerate and Andrew just wants to take care of you for once. To take you out because all you seem to do is lounge around the house with Deran- no dates or gifts and Andrew thinks you deserve more than that and-
“What?” Your sweet voice stops his train of thought- the relentless beating of his fists and his face softens for a moment when he turns to you.
“Hungry?” You ask again but Andrew denies himself. Shaking his head and saying ‘no’ before turning back to the bag. He shouldn’t accept your offers- he shouldn’t even look your way because all he thinks about is your beautiful smile and soft body and he takes a long fucking shower where his hand is wrapped around his cock and your name on his tongue like a desperate prayer.
Can I suggest Titus Danforth with virgin/experienced with the young reader having the experience and Titus being the virgin?
Thank you!!!
➽─❥ pairing: Titus Danforth x Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: Titus is never scared- he’s very sure of himself. Until he meets you- you who are just so perfect and someone who doesn’t expect anything from or use him.
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, POSSIBLE MOVIE SPOILERS, Virgin!Titus, experienced!Reader, losing of virginity, p in v sex, arranged marriage, mentions of trying to conceive, mentions of physical abuse, possible OOC Titus
➽─❥ author’s note: I’m so fucking glad I saved this one- you have no fucking idea. THANK YOU FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES AND FOR SENDING THIS DELICIOUS ASK. If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- well it’s closed so- sorry! But enjoy the ones I’ve posted here!
All his life- Titus has been kept on a leash. A very short, tight leash that was held by either his father- or by Ursula. Tugging him every time he attempted to go astray or when he dared have an opinion they didn’t agree to- all for his protection they’d say. He wasn’t as smart as his sister or as cunning as his father- he was the brawn, the strength of the Danforth family that needed to be controlled- otherwise he’d realize just how powerful he truly was.
Love was a weakness- was a distraction from the goal that their father had set for them. And, inevitably, love was the reason his mother was brutally taken from him- one morning as a child, waking up to find her room cleaned and her belongings gone. Stripped from the mansion like she never existed. Painted over and stamped out of his life as if her love was never a reality. But he felt her kiss on his forehead, he felt the way she’d ruffle his curls, the way she’d wipe the blood from his nose when his father was disappointed in how he failed to hunt the smallest of animals- the way she’d hum and rub his back when he was scared of the storm outside.
Ultimately- her love is what kept Titus alive. Sacrificing herself to preserve her son’s life- because he was weak and his father needed him to be strong like Ursula. It was either Titus’ life for another child- or his mother for Titus to be strong. The ritual was done in the middle of the night- quiet and quick as if she never existed at all, giving her life so that maybe Titus might grow stronger and be able to fight back against his father at some point. Power. Power and greed is what killed the love he remembered.
Power and greed are what fuel him- forgetting how to be gentle and how to love. Power and greed are the reason you were chosen for Titus. Quiet, young, smart, from a high council family- the perfect wife to produce strong sons. Mr. Danforth facilitated the marriage himself- hoping the idiot wouldn’t ruin it by saying some beforehand so he kept you both separate until you were bound in blood together. All of Titus’ strength must be good for something- if not strong children to pass the Danforth name to once the high seat is theirs. When you stood across from Titus- hands clasped together while the vows were read, you took a moment to look at his eyes. Soft- unsure? Nervous? This wasn’t the man you grew up hearing about. Heard how he was ruthless and intense, about his strength and ferocity- about his bloodlust even. This was a man with worry on his face and fear in his heart- a man who didn’t want to be the family disappointment once again.
Titus didn’t know how to be a husband- Titus didn’t even fucking know how to be a good son and his heart hammered in his chest when you were all but locked in his room with him after her father ended the festivities early. Hoping that will entice you both to “be fruitful” as he gently put it- which was a lie. Mr. Danforth’s exact words were to “fuck a baby into your bride so I can have heirs I’m proud of.” Which is where you were left now- standing and facing each other with the bed between you both. An ocean if anything because the only words you’ve ever spoke to the man- to your husband, was “I do.”
“Titus we don’t- um, we don’t have to-”
“We do,” voice a little sharper than he wanted but- you do have to. Titus will spare you the pain and torture that he endured for many years- because he’s sure if you don’t do this tonight then his father will sacrifice you before dawn. And if he doesn’t sacrifice you- you’ll wish he had. Whether by his own hand or Ursula’s- or worst, make Titus inflict pain on you. His voice startled you a bit- raspier than you expected but you understood what he meant. And you understood what was expected of you. All you were bred to be was a brood made for some high council family’s son- to give heirs and worship and sacrifice and- this wasn’t new to you. You didn’t exactly sign up for it but you made the best out of it. So you nod, biting your lip and fiddling with the black wedding band that was placed on your finger- Titus a matching one that burned his skin to remind him he had a purpose. Not to love. To gain power.
You weren’t a blushing bride- the anxiety and shame got fucked out of you years ago. You didn’t need to be a virgin to marry a high council member but the little bit of control you had over your own body was enough to make this hell of being chained and damned mentally bearable. You knew what to expect but- the way Titus started to pace a little gave away his own anxiety. If he was nervous about performing then you can do the work- that’s no problem but he almost refused to look at you while you stripped yourself from your elegant dress and ornate jewels. Standing near bare save for the thin black slip dress that gave you modesty when you wore your mother’s wedding dress- wondering if you should speak but Titus swallowed hard and stomped over to you with determination.
You were gorgeous. Young and beautiful and nearly bare for him- his heavy arm wrapping around your waist when he presses his lips to yours in a forceful and uncontrolled fashion. It wasn’t entirely unpleasant- but it felt like he’s never kissed anyone before and he’s simply doing what he imagined it would be like and- oh.
He’s never done this before.
Titus was never given an opportunity to fool around as a young boy or man- his father wouldn’t allow it. The last thing Mr. Danforth wanted were half breed bastards from his son who couldn’t control who he fucked and came inside. So he was watched. Never left alone with anyone young enough to get pregnant- never let off his tight leash. Once he hit puberty, Mr. Danforth had the staff replaced with men and middle aged women only- and he had shame instilled in his son at a very young age. Desire? Wants? Only if it aligned with the Danforth goal of more. But even a man who was tugged by his leash could admit you were beautiful- soft and smelled intoxicating to Titus. His lips furiously moving against yours and his tongue gaining access- awkwardly moving in your mouth until your soft hands found his chest and pushed him away ever so slightly.
“T-Titus,” panting, breathing heavily into each other’s space when you tried to gently slow him. Soft words and a gentle hand sliding up to cup the back of his neck and play with the curls that were there. “Slowly, my love, there’s no rush,” there was. There absolutely was a rush and if you close your eyes you swear you can hear Mr. Danforth behind your door with a timer. But Titus hears nothing, eyes already closing when he feels your fingers twirl individual strands of his curls- sifting through the salt and peppered locks while you speak. You didn’t want to outright ask if he’s ever been with a woman before- didn’t want to shame and embarrass him so you gently guided him. Gently slide your soft hands to cup his face and look into those deep hazel eyes that you wish to explore further- smiling before you lean in to press your lips against his and slowly move your lips together.
Titus doesn’t rush- if anything he lets you kiss him. He lets your lips move against his with what he believes is expert precision- growling out almost when you move your arms around his broad shoulders and press yourself into his body. “Trust me,” you say- smiling into the kiss when his arms circle your waist again and pull you closer with the same need and desire as before but restraint has taken hold as well. The kiss deepens- your breathing becoming heavier when you move your mouth desperately against his the second you can feel him getting comfortable. Your hands slide back down his chest- fingers playing with the buttons on his vest when you pull away and silently ask for his permission. For his trust.
And he gives it to you.
Nodding with a hard swallow while you slowly strip him of his clothes until you’re both on the bed- you sat in his lap while gently touching his body and learning your husband’s needs. Feeling every scar on his skin from hunting accidents as well as the taut muscles that he’s trained his entire life for- palm splayed on his haired chest when you feel the hard length of him poke between your thighs. You learn his body- you learn that he doesn’t care much for kisses on his neck so much as he prefers them on his jaw. You learn that if you bite his ear he’ll moan- and that he likes when you scratch down his chest lightly. He’s more fascinated by your breasts than your ass- stubbled jaw scratching along your chest while he sucks and licks little marks over your skin. You learn that he likes his hair pulled- soft curls bouncing when you tug at his hair when he bites your nipple before sucking it into his mouth.
And you learn that he’s scared. Trembling in your arms when you stroke his cock to get him hard- swiping the leaking tip between your folds before a large hand grabs your wrist. “I-I’ve never, I haven’t,” a confession. A moment of honesty before you officially become husband and wife but you don’t shame him- you smile. You nod and take his hand in your own before kissing the ring on his finger that matches your own. You wait- wait until he nods- biting his lip, eyes closed with his head resting against the headboard until you sink down the entire length of him. Titus was thick. His cock was as big and thick as he was- stretching your pussy open and forcing your wet walls to flutter open and accept him as he was.
“Oh fuck,” you gasp- whimpering from the way your cunt spasms around his cock. Thighs shaking with each inch you slide down until your ass is firmly seated in his lap and his dick was nudged inside you with no room for anything more than a few atoms. You had seconds to adjust- a moment to give in before two heavy hands grabbed at your hips to lift you up until the head of his cock kissed your lips- slamming you back down with a deep groan.
Titus was strong. Titus has never felt anything so fucking perfect in his life. Titus fucking loved you. Falling asleep on your chest after having emptied himself in your spent pussy until he came dry- until he had nothing left to give. Exhausted and drained but staying awake to hear the way you hum in his ear and feel you rub your soft fingers over his freckled back.
Your writing is fantastic I just finished your Jack Abbot story with the plus sized reader and I loved it. Would you be willing to write what the rest of the sinful 7 would be like with a plus sized reader?
➽─❥ pairing: Sinful Seven (Michael “Robby” Robinavitch, Jack Abbot, Charlie Reid, Sammy Bryant, Andrew “Pope” Cody, Titus Danforth, Brett Richards) x Plus Size!Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: How are the sinful seven with a plus sized girl?
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, plus size!reader, reader is fat (stomach, thick thighs, ass, titties, back rolls- all the fucking rolls), maybe OOC characters, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, body insecurities, mentions of weight loss/exercising to feel confident, bit of SOMNO with Brett, gore/violence because Titus
➽─❥ author’s note: This is super fucking self indulgent but happy birthday to me 💕 and thank you anon for requesting! If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
It’s been said before and I’ll echo it- Robby loves a thick bitch. He’s a big man. Tall, strong, sure a little older but he makes you feel small. Will tower over you with a handful of your ass and yet there’s so much more for him to grab- he gets turned on when he sees you wearing his shirt and even if it fits you perfectly because he loves how he’s claimed you in some way. Long weekends where he stays home with you a new development really because now he has a reason to stay home and take time off- are spent with no clothes on, in bed- where he can keep you underneath him or with his head between your plush thigh to muffle any noise you’re making. Let Robby worship you. Let him get on his creaky knees to lick through your folds- to kiss and suck and bite the softness of your inners thighs because no other man will touch you like this. Let him bury his cock inside your warm cunt after tongue fucking a few orgasms out of you- holding onto your soft body and using your rolls and love handles to hold onto and fuck deeper into you.
We already talked about Jack but imma do it some more- because he’s enamored. Obsessed. When you ask to join him at the gym he’s a little sad but he’ll support you in anything you want- he knows you have some insecurities, he gets them too. He thinks you’re fucking beautiful now but if you want to tone up or lose some weight he’ll be supportive- and it also looks so fucking good to watch you running. The first few times he watches you get on the treadmill and see how your soft body jiggles a little with each step- the tight leggings your threw on doing nothing but enhancing your ass and thick thighs for him. Jack doesn’t even let you shower after- no he’s a fucking nasty freak because the second you’re both back home he’s pulling you into the bedroom and stripping you both of your sweaty clothes. He’s throwing you in the bed and sliding inside your walls with a groan- “looked so fucking good- did it on purpose right?” He also tries to convince you that sex is amazing cardio.
Your weight wasn’t the first thing Charlie noticed about you, no it was your laugh. Some beautiful laugh that lured him into your space like a siren and ever since then he was hooked. It was hard- because you knew Charlie was a man who did everything for show. Everything he did was for display and to be perceived as something to be feared and someone to be envious of and yet- he never hid you. Charlie would walk through the crowds of a gala or political event with his hand on your waist where you knew he could feel one specific roll of your body but he still held you tightly against him and a soft smile on his face. He watched you get ready- his fucking favorite past time was laying in bed to watch you putting make up on, doing your hair, dressing in whatever gown he bought for you and would take note of every single part of your body that he was going to taste later tonight. But for right now? He sneers at the detective who asked if you’re his sister or assistant or- “she’s mine.” Short. Simple. Honest. His.
Brett loves a soft girl with thick thighs and soft rolls for him to come home to. He’s gone for so long sometimes- gone to other stations where stress and frustrations get to him and all he needs is your soft body in his arms an apt metaphor for your sweet personality- something to calm him and remind him that he has a soft place to come home to. You’ll be asleep one of the nights he comes home- wrapped up in your sheets with the cats at the foot of the bed and all Brett sees is you soft figure for him to slide in behind. You’re wearing one of his Cal Fire shirts and it’s riding up over your stomach and Brett immediately wraps his heavy arms around you- feeling you not wearing anything underneath but panties and his mind goes blank. It’s been weeks since he’s touched you- his hands wandering and have a mind of their own when he reaches down between your thick thighs to pull them to the side and feel that you’re already fucking wet for him. He needs to remember how good you feel- your warmth and softness for what? To turn him the fuck on.
Maybe this is me just being a self indulgent whore but Sammy? Sammy fucking loves a thick baddie bonus points if you’re Latina but that’s being too self indulgent so- loves a girl with weight on her and don’t understand how fucking in love with you he is. He loves when you ride him, when you’re facing away from him and your ass is perfectly on display for him- where he can see every soft part of your body move over him and pretty rolls that he can grab. But most importantly? Sammy wants you to specifically ride his face. Doesn’t care what you say, doesn’t care when you protest that you’ll suffocate him- “baby if I die eating your pussy then I die doing what I love.” It takes some gentle coaxing- his rough hands pulling you up to his face and when you hover? You forget how strong Sammy is- arms locking around your thick thighs to force you onto his face with a needy groan. Your hands reaching down to grab at his hair and use to grind into his face- his own hands reaching up to grab at your heavy tits, tongue sliding through your walls until eventually you feel hot spurts at your back because he absolutely will cum from eating your warm cunt.
Andrew is the one person that truly does not give a fuck what someone looks like- he’s tired of being judged for how he looks or is perceived and it’s him who’s shocked that you want him. You, who is so soft and kind and accepts him for whatever he’s done- you don’t ask him for anything or ask him to do anything for you. You don’t judge him for what he’s done- you love him. You let him rest his head on your soft chest or your plush thighs- playing with his hair and humming softly for him to relax. Nothing matters to Andrew other than how you love him- your softness contrasting to his rough exterior? It drives him insane- and you’re so fucking in love with him. His body? Well that’s just an added bonus really- because his protective personality and sweet smile are really all you need.
God- Titus? Titus treats you like the fucking goddess you are- worships your body with his tongue. When you feel uncomfortable or self conscious Titus brings you to the gallery where you can see the expensive renaissance paintings they have depicting women with softer bodies- with soft rolls and a stomach that isn’t flat. Your clothes are handmade- designers brought in to fit them to your body and not the other way around. And if they sneer? If they look at you with anything less than respect? Titus asks if you’d fancy a hint- you mentioned something about wanting a workout and what better way to burn of some calories than running around the estate hunting some insipid little designer that doesn’t know true beauty and elegance? And you- covered in blood? God the most perfect sight he’s ever seen- can’t control himself long enough to lay you in the middle of the grass and fuck you hard enough to remind you that you’re his and nothing will change that.
57 on the smut prompt list for Pope Cody or Jack Abbot, preferably about a curvier/softer reader ? ilyyyy happy bday month diva !
➽─❥ pairing: Jack Abbot x Plus Size!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: “Look at your reflection. Look at how gorgeous you are. So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me.” Feeling a little insecure when you try to go Valentine’s Day shopping for yourself with the girls.
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, p in v sex, weight insecurities, body shaming, reader is fat (stomach, thick thighs, ass, titties, back rolls- all the fucking rolls), little self deprecating things, eating pussy from the back, cum eating
➽─❥ author’s note: THANK YOU FOR THE PRE BIRTHDAY WISHES! And- okay anon I know you said curvier but reader finna be a thick bitch. Fat. Because I’m a self indulgent whore and am going to make Jack with a fat bitch like me. If that offends anyone well- there are plenty of other Jack fics I have! If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
“This is so cute, try this,” Trinity held out some little laced teddy that made you panic- it’s not even your size but you couldn’t say that. Whenever you go shopping with them they never seem to understand that you’re not as small as them- you don’t look like them and you’ve worked so hard to right back your insecurities to be comfortable in your own skin but it’s a constant struggle. You just mention how you want something in Jack’s favorite color instead- putting the scrap of fabric back and looking through the racks to find something- anything- in your size. “I’m gonna go try this on,” she waved a little sheer romper at you and Samira, walking towards the dressing rooms to leave you to your emotional breakdown.
“You okay?” Samira noticed your unease- the way you stare longingly at the racks of lingerie that you wish you felt comfortable enough in for your boyfriend to enjoy something but you just nod. Plaster on your fake smile and say you’re going to check the clearance rack while walking off to the part of the store they’d never be seen in- ‘Women’s Plus’ like it was a different dimension but it might as well be. Out of date patterns and exposed shoulder clothing and- the lingerie section was laughable. Bra and panties sets that made your skin crawl because the fabric was itchy and didn’t feel flattering and- you just wanted to go home.
It was Trinity’s idea to go Valentine’s Day shopping- her first with Garcia and she of course thought the perfect gift was herself. You wish you had her confidence- you wish you could just grab something off the fucking rack and be able to try it on without asking the sale associate for a bigger size and only to be told they only carry those sizes online. Jack is your first boyfriend since college and even then your insecurities tell you that he’s doing you a favor. He fucking worships the ground you walk on and yet you can’t help but feel that you’re wasting his time- look at him. Sure he’s older but you can still fucking feel his abs underneath the thinnest layer of softness on his stomach, his back makes your mouth water with each individual bulge of muscles, his smile is framed with dimples even if they’re hidden behind lines of age. Jack is a fucking catch and yet you feel like he’s doing charity by dating you. You still refuse to let him see you naked with the light on- you screamed last time he tried to get in the shower with you and made some excuse about shampoo in your eyes so he didn’t feel bad.
“Okay, try this on, and I don’t want to hear any complaints-” whatever Samira held out to you looked too small but you saw the way her dark eyes were narrowed and her face scrunched and- you sighed, feeling defeated but taking it from her hands to go into to changing room where Trinity was. It did look nice- some little baby doll slip dress in sheer fabric that showed so much but would cover it too and you figured what could it hurt to cry in the dressing room once more in your adult life. You turned away from the mirror- disrobing and staring at the dress in your hand- praying it wasn’t too small or else you’d have to have them help you but it slid down your body effortlessly.
“Well?” You can hear Samira outside the room, waiting for you to come out but you just say it fits- giving a little twirl and sighing because didn’t Jack deserve to enjoy you without your insecurities ruining another relationship? You cringe every time he holds you- when he sleeps wrapped around you and his hand rests on your stomach or you feel him slide his hand over your rolls and you want to die. But he touches you the same every time- he whispers how much he loves you when he fucks you and he tells you the same way when he leaves you for your shift in the ICU. He kisses you in front of everyone, he holds your hand when you walk through the park, he brings you lunch or dinner because he knows you’ll get busy enough to skip.
“This is so fucking stupid,” you bought the fucking dress. Smiling a little when Samira and Trinity cheered- feeling a little better but you started to doubt yourself again when you saw how you looked at home. Jack would be at your place any minute for your date night- Valentine’s Day being celebrated a week later because of your schedules but he wanted to make sure you celebrated. He still had flowers sent to you the day of- beautiful bouquet of your favorite blooms delivered to the ICU in front of the entire staff and he came up to your floor when he had a moment. ‘Your boyfriend must really love you,’ a patient commented and before you could respond- ‘he does,’ Jack replied for you with a soft smile and what could only be described as hearts in his eyes.
“Baby you didn’t- oh,” Jack’s poor ears, that same scream you let out when he tried to join you in the shower- you didn’t hear him come in, even when he called your name because you were lost in picking your fucking body apart and you were still debating on wearing this for him. You were hid behind your bathroom door- saying you’ll be out in a second with a panicked voice but Jack was right on the other side. “What’re you wearing?” He didn’t sound condescending or was laughing like you told yourself he would- but god Jack was dying on the inside to sound controlled because what he saw for that short amount of time looked good to him. He could feel his jeans a little tighter but he waited. He wanted you to be comfortable and want to show him.
“Nothing,” you rolled your eyes at yourself before sighing, “we went shopping and they convinced me to buy this and I wanted to surprise you but I hate it and-” you rambled- spewing nonsense about what you had on while slowing opening the door. You’ve been with Jack for almost a year- you trust him, you love him. Shouldn’t you just be happy? He’s never made you feel anything other than loved and important and- god the way he looked at you could only be described as hungry.
Jack swallowed hard- eyes starting to rake over your body with desire because whatever the fuck you had on looked good. He’s never been blessed to see you naked but this was just as good- the dip of your hips and curve of your sides made his mouth fucking water. Jack feels bad but he honestly wasn’t listening to a fucking thing you said- breathing getting a little harder with each slow step he takes towards you until he presses you back into the bathroom counter and traps you in with his arms in either side of your body. He ghosts his hand over your side- eyes meeting yours in a silent pleading for your permission to be able to touch you.
Once you nod- it’s game over.
Jack doesn’t know where to start first- he feels like a fucking kid on Christmas because he’s been given the ultimate gift of your fucking body and he doesn’t know where he should begin to touch you. He starts by dragging the fabric up your thighs- bunching it around your hips with a groan because the softness of your skin makes his cock jump. His other hand cups your face- tilts your head back to steal a kiss that makes your knees weak and when his tongue slides along your own you feel yourself buckle under the pressure but Jack keeps you upright. His heavy hands both slide down to your hips, rounding back to grip right underneath the thick meat of your ass to squeeze before picking you up with ease.
“Fuck- you look so beautiful baby,” Jack starts to ramble now. Mumbling against your lips- lowering you onto your counter before sliding between your thighs and wrapping them around his waist. The plushness has him impossibly hard- his hands finding their way to your chest to cup at your heavy breasts and tease your nipples through the fabric. “All this for me?” You nod- closing your eyes and feeling his lips against your neck, nipping and biting along your skin while he grinds himself against your core. Your hands shake, grabbing at his shirt but he’s faster- throwing it off of his body and for once you thank god the lights of your bathroom are on and bright to allow you to see his body. Each dip and valley- the muscles and how they move underneath his skin- the grey hair that dusts his chest- god he was beautiful and yet here he was whispering the same in your ear. Words are slurred- his voice rasped in your ear while he helps you unbuckle his belt and push the fabric down this thick, muscular thighs. You’re already reaching for his cock- giving the entire heavy length of him a few strokes but he stops you before you can drag him between your folds.
“No, off-” Jack groans out- forcing himself away from you for only a moment. “Turn,” you’ve never seen his eyes so dark- never heard his voice sound to commanding but it had you forget yourself and those stupid insecurities long enough to hop off the counter and turn to face your dreaded mirror. You don’t even see yourself- you can only really pay attention to Jack who was behind you with the most obvious look of desire you’d ever seen. He drags the back of the dress over your ass- heavy hand pushing you to lean forward on your counter with a groan as he watches your ass jiggles from being free from the fabric of your panties that he rips off your body.
“Look at your reflection,” another command- said while he teases the tip of his cock between your folds until he finally can’t deny himself any longer. You both groan when he slides him- both huff out a gasp because that fucking stretch makes you see stars every fucking time he shoves his cock inside you. “Look at how gorgeous you are,” Jack speaks into the air but he needs you to know how perfect he thinks you are. His eyes finally tear themselves away from how pretty your face looks with your mouth hanging open from each thrust into your cunt.
“Jack- Jack- fuck, baby wait-” he sets a hard pace- heavy thrusts into your pussy that sucks him in with ease. Fucking greedy pussy, framed by each ripple of your skin when your ass bounces against his hips- jiggling skin that he can’t stop watching. Soft rolls of your back desperately for him to grab and hold onto- his hands running over your back and hips and soft thighs taking the rough way he’s fucking you.
“So fucking gorgeous when I’m fucking you like this. So pretty for me, and only for me,” he’s lost in your body- feeling his balls tight and desperate to be empty but he’s trying to hold on. Trying to force himself to wait because he’s convinced this is fucking heaven but he can’t- your pussy clenches, watching his blissed out face when he looks down at how perfect your fucking body looks he cums embarrassingly fast. Hot ropes of his cum painting your walls- dripping down your cunt when he pulls out and before you can turn back Jack is on his knees behind you.
“Ah- wait- Jack!” Your pleas fall on deaf ears- or maybe he couldn’t hear you purely because he had your soft thighs wrapped around his head so he can get as close as possible to taste your mixed spend. Licking his cum from your pussy, eagerly lapping at your wet folds and moaning when he shoves his tongue inside your cunt because he can feel you clench around him when you cum on his tongue. Forcing your thighs open with strong hands- his broad shoulders keeping them spread apart before he can drag his tongue up.
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want.” from the smut prompts + drunk calling ex!robby or like... fwb!robby 😝
➽─❥ pairing: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Female!Reader
➽─❥ summary/prompt: “You can have all of me if that’s what you want.” FWB, Drunk calling your ex
➽─❥ warnings: 18+ MDNI, INTOX SEX, DUB CON, fwb!ex!Robby, p in v sex
➽─❥ author’s note: If you’d like to participate in my february fic fest- click here for more!
“Sweetheart it’s 3 am, are you okay?” No matter how long you’ve been broken up, Robby still calls you soft names, sweetheart, angel, baby- all with that deep rasp that makes you shiver. His voice laced with sleep- sounding raspier and tired and you can imagine him sitting up in bed with no shirt on, turning the sound of the TV down to make sure he hears you better.
“Robby,” your little whine makes his cock twitch- he knows that sound, that need. “Baby- I need you,” lying in bed against your pillows- your heels kicked off after getting home from your girl’s night with Samira and Heather. Wine always has you feeling needy- always reminds you of how fucking good Robby was to you those late nights in his bed- underneath him and gasping his name like it was the only thing you could remember. You heard him sigh- to you it was the sound of a man who just woke up and heard his ex beg to be fucked, but to Robby? His sigh was an exhale of equal need and desire- choking his groan off so you don’t hear it but he sits up straighter in bed, already having decided what he’s going to do.
“Angel, we can’t,” the same words he whispered against your lips a few weeks ago- caging you underneath him in his bed while you drag your nails down his back whimpering his name and begging him not to stop. He says you can’t yet he gets up from bed, walks to his bathroom to wash his face- to brush his teeth and run his hands through his hair. He smirks- feeling sadistic but loving your little whine when you hear what you understand is him denying you. But Robby could never deny you- has been broken up for a year and he comes running every time you fucking call for him. “Lemme come over and put you to bed okay?” Smiling into the phone- he knows what he’s doing. Because you smile too- nodding like he can see you but you pout and whine with a soft ‘okay baby.’
He uses the spare key you gave him while you were dating, unlocks the door to your apartment to find you sleeping- hair a mess on your pillows, makeup smudged, clothes halfway off in your attempt to get comfortable, and you never looked more beautiful to him. “Hey- baby?” His thumb brushing against your cheek- smiling softly before coming to sit next to you on the bed. The way you mumble- leaning into his touch and stretching a little with a sigh before waking up fully. You say his name so sweetly- sitting up to wrap your arms around his broad shoulders for a desperate kiss that leaves you both breathing heavily.
“Please Robby?” God he’s pathetic- letting you pull him on top of you with your hands pulling at his shirt. “Need you,” god you have his mind spinning- the taste of your smudged lipstick and the cocktails you had earlier making him weaker for you. “Need your cock,” hands easily sliding underneath his waistband- heavy cock stiff under your touch and his groans right in your ear going straight to your pussy.
“You can have all of me if that’s what you want,” forehead against yours- sliding your panties to the side before dragging himself between your soaked folds. “Is that what you want angel?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond- takes the opportunity to sink all he can give deep in your cunt to feel you choke his cock from how fucking tight you are. “Needed this- missed you so much baby.”
“Please- don’t stop Robby,” head thrown back- eyes rolling into your skull and pussy fluttering around his thick length with each thrust he gives you. “Love you baby, love you so much,” slurring now- mumbling against his neck where you drag your lips over the skin before finding his lips. It’s so easy to slide back into a routine with him- felt like home even.
