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Yes!!! He actually cannot control himself. A made-up sex tape of you choking on his cock while you try to whine for your daddy is already on loop in his brain.

♱ ... SOLDIER BOY ... ♱ 18+ MDNI cw - use of dad[dy], fingering, oral f-recieving, p in v soldier boy m. list read another version of calling him daddy for the first time here! (happens during anal :()

"Oh, is that what you think I am?" he'd ask, seeing how you'd react now that he'd pointed out your little... slip. You must know what he's thinking, the wheels that are turning in his brain, right? The amount of times you've called him a pervert, rolled your eyes at his obviously-wandering gaze, it should really be no surprise that he can already feel the blood leaving his brain.

"If you keep acting like it," you shot back, something you would defend to the grave as annoyance leaking into your tone. "Not your job to tell me to put my shit in the dishwasher."

"What if I just want to watch you bend over?"

"Then I retract my statement," you responded wryly, feeling hyperaware of his gaze on you while you loaded your plate. You hadn't meant much by it, hadn't expected him to latch onto the idea like he had. Thought he'd be more focused on telling you that for a broad you should be better at dishes.

"Now why would you do do that," he drawled, standing close enough for his heat to sink through your jeans.

"You mean why would I not want to insinuate that my dad likes watching my ass?"

"Yeah. 21st century, right? Anyone can be anything and all."

"I think you have a very perverted sense of liberation. Gotta love soldier boy's america."

"Fuck yeah, I do," he said proudly. "Used to be illegal to film a bitch takin' it up the ass and screamin' for her daddy."

"Oh yeah?" you snorted. "Which part." Your voice was dry enough that anyone else would take the hint to leave you alone, but, as suspected, he stuck around like a fucking cockroach. You couldn't deny a certain level of intrigue for his words, as vulgar as they may be. You also couldn't deny the tug in your gut at the appreciative way he used the word 'bitch.'

"Every fuckin' part. Didn't bother me because I'm goddamn soldier boy," he proudly adjusted his belt, "but it's important that the country I defend stands for the same things that I do."

"I bet. What kind of country would we be if we couldn't 'scream for daddy' on camera."

"Have you tried it?"

"No," you refuted quickly. And despite yourself, you felt your face warm.

"Mmm, see that's a problem," he murmured, cornering you against the counter. "Called me dad all easy?"

He leaned in even closer, speaking directly into your ear. "Most girls aren't looking for a tent when they use that word."

"I wasn't," you protested weakly.

"No, it's okay," he said, his hand smoothing up your thigh like he was trying to calm a startled animal. "It's okay to want some of daddy's attention."

In the ultimate act of betrayal, your breath hitched. Your entire body was molten, and all he's done is touch your thigh. It was the way he was speaking to you, crowding you, and worst of all, seeing you. You could admit that you enjoyed sparring with ben, each of you having plenty of opportunities to get your licks in, but lately it had felt... charged. You could call him out, call him disgusting, and instead of dealing you one back he'd just stare. Stare like he was waiting.

"You've just been begging for it lately."

You felt like a fish on a hook, and the bait was the way he was cooing at you. It still had the signature ben condescension, but the softness is what made you nod in agreement.

He hummed, and when his lips pressed against your neck your eyes slid closed. His hand slid farther up your thigh until his thumb hit your clit, a grunt of approval leaving him when your hips shifted.

"Fuck you gave up easy. Stop fighting when it comes from your daddy, huh? Where'd that little brat go?"

You shrugged, your brain already feeling too weak to string together a response. Later, you'd probably remember to be embarrassed that you did stop fighting the second he called himself daddy.

"Nothin' to say? That's okay. Rather hear you moan than talk, anyway."

His lips crashed against yours, warm and soft and way too perfect for a creature as abominable as ben. He set the rhythm, and your hand crept up to feel the way his jaw worked against yours. His free fingers wound in the nape of your neck, pulling and puppeteering you into letting your mouth fall open for him. He groaned when his tongue met yours, the gentle meeting of flesh feeling terribly intimate.

He pulled away, slow enough to savor each lingering atom of contact, and in a way that was uniquely ben managed to say something perverted enough to put you at a loss for words.

"Christ, that mouth's leakin' for me like your little cun."

The words were dipped in honest-to-god adoration, and coupled with the way his thumb swiped to clean up your lip you didn't even argue when he scooped you in his arms.

He tucked you in his chest, and the security of being held in his arms felt better than it should. You knew he was gross, hell, he was fucking revolting, but all you did was get all stupid with how close he was.

The moment you reached the bed ben fell to his knees, your back still bobbing on the mattress when he slipped off your pants.

"Gonna fuckin' eat you, doll. Bratty cunts always taste the best."

His gaze was locked on your heat, and he looked so damn pleased with himself that you had to wonder how long he had been thinking about this.

His head bowed, the tip of his nose nudging against your clit like he was leaning in for a kiss. He pressed his tongue against your slit, lapping at the wetness he drew from you before fucking his tongue into you. You had never realized that a tongue could feel so... big. The way it flexed and delved had you panting like you were taking a couple fingers, and the bump of his nose on your nerves only made you more needy.

"Ben, I-"

He delivered a harsh slap to your hip, the sound and the sting echoing through the room.

Maybe you just knew ben well enough to know what he was asking for, or maybe the bite against your skin broke down the feeble walls that shielded you from the truth.

"Daddy," you tried again, the word soothing the ache better than any cream.

He groaned against you in approval, only letting out a ragged jesus when his mouth moved to suck on your clit. His fingers quickly replaced his tongue, splitting you open with the new depth they hit. It was only two, but ben's fingers were thick. They dragged against the soft walls of your cunt, drawn to your most sensitive spots like magnets.

"Is daddy makin' you feel good, princess?" he asked, sucking your clit hard enough to make any possible answer scatter from your brain.

All you managed was a pathetic little 'mhmm' and a tightened grip in his hair.

Cruelly, he chose the moment that your legs started to tremble to tear himself away. You felt the heat inside of you blaze before ebbing again, your mushy brain struggling to catch up to your new situation.

"Shhh, doll," he soothed, sensing your prickles of panic. "Just gonna stuff you nice and full 'a dad, okay?" His huge body blanketed yours, and he notched his head against your entrance. Even though it was only the tip that was caught inside, he felt big. Big enough that you couldn't decide if you're glad you haven't seen it or not.

He eased himself inside, his movements like warm honey. Tears pricked your eyes from the pleasure of the stretch, and the sparks of pleasure that raced along your body started feeding the flame building in your gut.

"That's it. Takin' dadcock so well I can't believe it's your first time, sweetheart."

He finished his statement by bottoming out, his hips circling against yours in a firm grind that made you mewl.

"You'll be purrin' like that little pussy in no time. Just gotta relax." His words slipped out like syrup, and by the time you noticed he had a hold on your leg it was already propped against his shoulder. The stretch in your hamstring was sharp, but the new angle he was hitting you at immediately eased the ache.

"Dad," you slurred, your moans sounding like purrs just as he promised. "Feels so good."

"'Course it does, baby. Been asking me for this since the day you laid eyes on me. All that attitude just beggin' to be fucked out."

His hips drove into yours rhythmically, the head of his cock bumping out a noise of pleasure with each thrust. His lips captured yours, swallowing the worst of the sounds, but when his thumb found your clit your mouth opened too wide to kiss. He settled for biting on your lips, licking his tongue into your mouth in a way that reminded you of the way he worshipped your pussy.

He worked you back up in tight circles, slowing down each time you got close to keep the flame in your gut roaring.

"I know," he cooed after you whimpered. "Just wanna see if you can soak me."

You shook your head deliriously, nothing in the world sounding better or more important than getting your orgasm right now.

His thumb slowed to a crawl, more pressure than stimulation while his cock hit deep enough that it felt like it was in your stomach. Instead of your pleasure peeling back without his thumb, it grew hot and urgent inside of your cunt.

"Yeah that's it," he coached, taking in your knit brows. "Little cun wants to cum so bad, baby. Squeezin' me all desperate. Letting dad take care of her."

The band inside you broke, and white-hot pleasure melted from your hips and all up your spine. Your back bowed off the bed, and you pulsed and gushed around ben's thick cock in a way that was utterly overwhelming. He fucked you through it, his thrusts becoming animalistic when he realized how thoroughly you were soaking him.

"Fucking drenching me sweetheart," he panted, his voice sounding wrecked. "Thought I'd have to teach you that."

His thrusts quickened, all of his self-control gone now that you had been taken care of. The pace fanned the last flames of pleasure, drawing out the wave that was breaking your body.

"Gonna--fuck, gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make this cunt all sloppy and full."

He buried himself inside, his fingers pressing into the back of your thigh and his face in the crook of your neck while he pumped his seed deep inside. It was warm, the heat soothing some of the ache from the thick split of his cock.

He groaned into your skin, the intimacy of the afterglow somehow making you shyer than anything physical.

"Like a fucking fountain," he said, his voice muffled. "Like a goddamn motherfucking fountain."

Your face warmed, beads of sweat finally breaking out along your hairline.

"I've never done that before," you whispered amazed at how you still felt floaty with pleasure, not just contentment. "Felt really good."

"Yeah?" Ben sat up, a shit-eating smirk making it's way back on his face (did it ever leave?). "What do you say."

Yeeesss! I think about this all the time🐑

Older Bf! Jack x 2000's Baby! Reader blurbs <3

Tags: Age gap (duh), mentions of a j-o-b (very triggering for my unemployed folks I know😞/j), hints of a threesome with Robby, mostly just fluff! Only a little suggestive at the end

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MOTHER TONGUE

⤷ //. content: lesbians, trinity speaking tagalog, she has glasses . //

completely, and utterly, did she kiss.

her reddened lips now stained with both her sweat and your spit. as downwards—further and ever so further—did her hands wander.

roaming, memorizing—until her fingers caught and hooked into the band of your low rise jeans. heated mouths then parting as you chased for a breath while she licked a thin, wet strip from down the underside of your jaw and towards your untainted collarbone. smearing across your throat traces of her red, tinted lip balm; transferring the hints of her possession, of her devotion upon your skin like a brand.

“looked so cute tonight. couldn’t just leave you—“ trinity breathed, suckling at the skin between your collar as she started to unbutton and unzip the fastenings to your jeans. guiding you towards her bed.

and soon, with a push from her hand, your back then fell into the cool satin sheets. her mouth wandering lower, savoring the salt that was between your tits. lifting your hips so she could remove your jeans.

summary ☼︎ after getting cheated on and treated as if he was terrible in bed, your boyfriend sammy has no idea just how good he always makes you feel. how do you remedy that? by having him tell you how good he is while you ride him of course!

cw ☼︎ afab!reader, talks of insecurities/infidelity, established relationship, reassurance af! dry humping for like a second, kissing :3, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie heals all

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the first time you and sammy had sex, you thought him asking you "that feel good?" or "is this okay?" repeatedly was just him learning your body. but at three months into the relationship and he's still acting surprised you even want to be intimate with him, you know it's more than that.

nsfw mdni!! based on this ask ♡

you’ve been away on a girl’s trip for the past three days, and to say pope is suffering is an understatement. he never realized how badly he was attached to you, how much he needed you, but now that you’re gone he’s going insane.

it doesn’t help, either, that he’s been insanely horny. he’s refrained from doing anything about it, though. he wants to wait until you get back, he thinks he’ll be worth it that way. but when you call him randomly and he hears your voice again, he can’t help it.

you chirp into the phone, “hi, andy! are you busy? i missed you!” you’re so happy, so unaware of how badly he needs you.

he groans into his pillow, fighting to not press his hips into the bed. “i… no, not busy, angel. what did you need?” his voice is rougher, deeper than usual.

initially, you assume he’s upset with you for bothering him. you frown, “sorry, i just wanted to talk…”

he panics, “no, no, love. don’t be sorry. i just…” he can’t help but groan again, and you start to realize what’s really going on.

you soften, “aww, baby, are you needy?” he’s never really like this, he’s always so… dominant. he takes what he needs. but right now, he’s almost submissive.

his face reddens, but he nods into the pillow, “yeah… m’needy, angel… need you…”

for a moment, you stop to think, then murmur into the phone, “take care of it for me, andy.”

MDNI 18+

You’ll all be in the pool on one of the rare days everyone’s together, Craig and Deran are fighting over the basketball, Niki and J are relaxing on some chairs, but you and pope are in your own little corner. His big forearms wrapped around the front of you from behind. His chest against your back as you kick your feet to keep you up out of the water (even tho he’s basically holding you up) you’re splashing around all giggling and a little tipsy, talking to Niki who’s outside of the pool. You’re having a full blown conversation with her and he’s just pulling you back into him more, kissing your shoulder bashfully cause he just can’t help himself, and you pay him no mind cause it’s normal.

Or the time you’re all on the couch for movie night at the Cody’s and he’s got your legs draped over his lap, hands working your pretty feet and calves. When everyone goes to bed and it’s just you two left you’re shoving popcorn into your mouth and he’s shifting, nudging your legs apart to lay between them, laying his whole body on yours, his head resting on your stomach. You’re just smiling, eating popcorn and going back to the movie, maybe running your hands through his hair. He’s humming at that, lifting your shirt so he can be skin to skin with you, placing little kisses to your tummy.

During sex? That’s when he’s the most clingy!!!!! He’s got you layed on your back, completely blissed out from his thick cock so you’re shuddering into the bed so he has to practically pry his arms behind your back, dropping his body into you. He’s burying himself inside you, pounding into you, grunting and groaning against your neck, big hands squeezing at your ass. Or you’ll be riding him and he’ll have you glued to his chest, skin to skin as you bounce. He’s looking up at you with an open mouth and nodding, arms squeezing you into him.

He just can’t help himself!!

the thing about frank being with a younger girl is that your sex drive matches his when he was in college. you’re tugging at his pants every night, sitting on the couch with your hands in your undies, and waking up every morning with cum stuck between your thighs because you had another wet dream.

it’s similar to the feeling of watching his large, bulky frame bend over to pick something up off the couch and seeing a sliver of his toned back when his shirt rides up. a deep twist, almost like hunger… an empty tummy when you should be satiated.

he was in your guts about 2 hours ago but still… the slow grind, pulsing palms mashing against each other and spreading heat and want and the heady scent of yearning.

when he lifts back up he turns to look at you in surprise, “ya alright?” his flighty eyes drag across you & then the room awkwardly– he can practically feel the heat and pulsing of your belly from where he stands.

vascular arms, tight t-shirt, broad shoulders cutting through the air as he straightens up. your hand presses to your stomach as your half lidded eyes take him in.

press, press, press. but nothing mirrors the sleeve of you cradling his cock closer & closer into your stomach.

depraved, you shake your head and whisper “wanna feel you again.” “n-now?” “now, please.” “b-i… what if you’re still sore?” “don’t care andrew, please now.”

it doesn’t take long for him to decide, especially not when he sees your smaller palm pressing into your stomach in thrusts; mirroring the rhythm he had you in this morning.

jack abbot who is just so fucking big ‧₊˚⊹

jack abbot who does the hand comparison thing and thinks it's real cute when you get all shy and squirmy when he folds his knuckles over the tips of your fingers. jack abbot who jokingly rests his arm on top of your head and laughs when you swat him away and huff about it. jack abbot who sees the way you get quiet afterwards because he's pressed that special button in your brain that makes your mind go blank, all those smart thoughts of yours replaced with carnal desire instead.

jack abbot who tries really fucking hard to indulge you every time you climb up in his lap and try to ride him, acting all confident as you sink down onto his thick cock and start to roll your hips. he puts his wide hands on your waist to try and guide you, to set the rough rhythm he knows you like best. 

jack abbot who encourages you the whole time with a gentle voice, saying, "there you go, angel. doing so good for me. takin' it all, huh? yeah, that's it."

he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.

His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.

“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”

Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”

You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.

“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.

“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.

He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.

“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.

His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”

Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.

When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.

(first maladaptive daydream drabble. pls don't ask how i fathomed this up, i genuinely have no idea but i ran with it bc it was a good angsty moment)

content warning: sweet! sammy bryant x very insecure! reader, angsty then fluffy, no smut

word count: 1.0k+

sammy bryant who is thoroughly confused as to why reader insists on paying him to sleep with her. you guys met through the department (no specific details on this, my brain skipped over it lol) and you're quite insecure, in many ways. the first time it happened, sammy brought you home with him after a night out at the bar. things got hot and heavy... and unbeknownst to him, he ended up taking your virginity that night. anyway, you wake up the next morning and don't really let anything else happen. you give him a sheepish smile, fishing a $20 bill out of your pocket and handing it to him. at first he laughs at you, jokingly taking the money from you.

that's when you walk out while he runs to the bathroom. he returns to find you already gone, and something feels very wrong. he looked at the $20 bill like it threatened to murder his entire family. he notices that you've now made yourself scarce since that night, but he doesn't go looking for you. it's not until you appear at his front door step unannounced.

"hey uh- now's not a good time." he speaks calmly, his eyes assessing you and the way you refused to look him in the eye for even half a second. "i know, i just... was wondering if you were free tomorrow night." you reply quietly, arms holding onto one another as you try not to cave in on yourself. you hand him a small envelope that looked like a card, so he accepted it with a small smile. "yeah, should be once i get done with work." you nod and then walk back to your car, without saying anything else.

of course, he should've been suspicious of that envelope. he mentally slaps himself when he sees that a total of $500 was sitting in the envelope. he looks over at nate (yes moretta bc this is my au and idc) with a look of confusion. "i'm lost, man. she's a pretty girl, right?" nate raises an eyebrow. "she's fucking gorgeous, so i don't get it either." sammy runs a hand through his hair, feeling confused but also worried for you.

the next night, you were standing in your kitchen with your roommate who's talking excitedly about having a date night with her boyfriend. she smirks at you, knowing that you also had someone to see tonight. "cheers to us, baby. we're both getting dick tonight!" she chuckles as she slides on her jacket. she gives you a wink, bidding you farewell as she leaves to meet her boyfriend. you let out a quiet sigh, starting dinner that you wanted to make for sammy.

about an hour later, he's at your door. you let him in and he's unsure of what to do with himself. "you didn't eat dinner yet, did you?" you ask him quietly as you walk into the kitchen. "nah, but that smells fantastic." he offers you a genuine smile and you nod. "make yourself at home, anything in the fridge is free game." he opens the fridge, spotting his favorite beer (interesting) and takes a bottle out. he sits at the counter, watching you move around the kitchen.

you eventually slide him a plate and then go straight to cleaning up the dishes. "you're not eating?" he raises an eyebrow, mouth already full of food. "i will in a second, just wanted to clean up first." you finish cleaning and then start eating from your plate. you rest against the counter by the stove, holding your plate while eating from it. he frowns, noticing the distance you were keeping from him. he finishes his food, which was way too good to ignore.

you take his plate and wash everything else. while you're busy with that, sammy finally drops the question. "so, what's your deal?" you stiffen at the question, glancing over your shoulder at him. "what do you mean?" you ask, then watch as he pulls out the small envelope with the money still inside. "you keep trying to pay me for sex, sweetheart." he tosses it gently back onto the counter and slides it away.

you let out a heavy sigh, looking back down at the sink in front of you. "i mean- why else would you do it?" that question made him pause. he stands up from his chair, walking toward you, but stopping a few feet short. "what do you mean 'why else would i do it?'" he scoffs at you, surprised by how self-deprecating all your responses have been. "there's nothing appealing about me, i'm boring, ugly, and weird. why would anyone willingly do something with me?" he wasn't sure whether he wanted to rip his hair out or maybe even yours.

you turn your back to him, and that's when he's had enough. he steps up behind you, slowly wrapping his arms around your waist. you go stiff in his embrace, not feeling deserving of his affection. "your money means nothing to me. it's you that means everything to me." he spoke gently in your ear, brushing your hair back away from it. that's when the tears start to flow and he feels your shoulders tremble against him. he turns you around, pulling you closer as soft sobs escape your lips.

you don't even wrap your arms around him, that feeling of being undeserving still in full force. he forcefully grabs your arms and wraps them around his middle. "stop fighting me on this." he mutters against your hair, rubbing soft circles into your back. "i don't deserve it..." you mumble weakly against his shoulder. he pulls back, grabbing your jaw hard enough to make you listen. "don't give me that bullshit." he shakes his head, watching your pretty eyes as they glisten with tears.

he presses his lips to yours, groaning in frustration when you still don't do it back. you both knew you wanted this, so why were you being so damn stubborn? "how long are you gonna keep this up?" he mumbles against your lips. finally, after being at war with yourself mentally for too long, you give in and kiss him back the way you really wanted to. he cups the back of your head, pressing you closer to him while your arms stayed wrapped around him.

you two didn't really end up doing anything that night, he just held you close and showed you how things were supposed to be when you were into someone.

welcome to my mind palace, cutie patooties. enjoy your stay <3

[I love your blog, hope you likes this]

woooahhh this is soooo buzzy!!

warning: this is icky!! icky icky icky!! dumbification lowk, reader is naive as hell. robby is manipulative asf!! be warned.

helping out stepdad!robby in the bath.

“i’m sorry angel. it’s just a natural reaction to you makin’ me feel good, think you could help dad out with this too?” robby knows he’s pushing his luck, but he also knows how devoted you are, how much you love your step daddy, how you’d do anything for him.

“i uh-i guess…how?” you’re all innocent eyes and shy smiles as you look up at him from your position kneeling on the floor beside the tub, loofah now discarded to the side.

thinking about seeing robby in secret and teasing the hell out of him on shift. robby groaning his usual disgruntled “fuck me” after dealing with a particularly frustrating patient to which you cheekily mutter, “i mean…” with other doctors in earshot. robby’d just look at you with a face akin to disbelief, though this wasn’t the first time you’d hinted at your secret arrangement just to fuck with him, so that wasn’t quite right. the look was more predatory than anything.

so that little comment would end with you bent over the breakroom counter while he bullied his large cock into your pussy, groaning at how well you clenched around him. he seldom fucked you on shift for fear of getting caught, but he was not past putting you back in your place when you were clearly in need of it.

“robby, mmph, s- slow down! too big,” you whined helplessly, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. robby covered your mouth with his hand, sticking two fingers down your throat. “ah-ah, baby. you were asking for this, weren’t you, baby? you wanted my big cock. now take what i fucking give you.”

you could only whimper and submit to him as he pounded you into the counter, efforts nothing short of relentless until he was cumming into your pussy, pulling you in by the waist to make sure you took every drop. robby wasn’t usually a quickie kind of guy, but certain circumstances allowed for it.

he leaned over your shoulder and spoke right into your ear, placing his hand on your neck not to squeeze but to warn. “you gonna behave the rest of my shift, baby?” he rasped, to which you nodded. “yeah? gonna be my good girl again?”

“m- mhm. so good, robby, promise,” you said meekly, too fucked-out to speak any louder. robby pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to his earlier ministrations.

“there’s a girl. now, clean yourself up, honey. we’ve got a job to do.”

the way he’d look at you before absolutely destroying your pussy ‹𝟹

oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)

everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.

but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.

he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".

deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."

baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.

a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"

andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.

"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.

breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3

when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.

at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.

later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.

teaching you about your erogenous zones (nsfw version) read the sfw version here thanks to @lostalioth for the idea! cw: clunky use of medical terminology, slight dumbification, about a pinkies worth of gentle anal play ... ☆ ... c. page ... ☆ ... ... ☆ ... read all doctor!sam ... ☆ ... doctor!sam m. list ... ☆

"You have more than one primary erogenous zone," sam murmured, picking up where he left off on your last lesson. The second that he touched your cunt he knew he had taught you enough for one night. You had just been laying there, shaking, your cunt leaking all over the sheets but too dropped out to tell him what you needed.

"Can you try to guess what they are for me?"

The way his body blanketed yours made it difficult to think straight, and your brain struggled to hang the 180 from the mindless pleasure he was just giving you to trying to string words together.

"My clit?" you tried, hoping that was a scientific enough word to satisfy him.

"Mhmm. That's part of your vulva. You have four more."

In your haze that seemed like an absurdly high number. "My pussy, and..." You trailed off, none of the other options in your head seeming quite right.

"It's specifically the anterior, or front wall. Any other ideas, pretty? I haven't taught you this so it's okay if you don't know."

You shook your head, mind coming up blank for any other places you felt like sharing.

"Words, baby."

nsfw, 18+

jack’s hand dwarfed the phone. that’s the first thing you notice.

the second thing is the shit eating grin on his face.

“comfy?” he asks, chin angled down towards you.

you roll your eyes, not wanting to admit that, yes, his boot is very comfortable to straddle. you just whine and put your head on his knee, eyes big and watery as you look up at him.

a crackle comes through the phone. “is that her? i thought i told her to be quiet.”

robby. so fucking demanding, you thought.

“to be fair, brother, i asked her a question.”

you preen - jack’s always there to back his little girl up - even if you technically were told to shut up.

“that didn’t sound like an answer though.”

jack pauses. “good point.”

you find yourself being yanked forward by a firm grip of hair, fingers touching your scalp. the momentum causes your bare pussy to slide across the top of his boot, a pathetic trail of arousal left in its wake.

“i asked if you were comfy, baby. be polite, and answer the question.” jack’s tone was even, almost even a little amused. you could hear robby snort through the phone.

“very comfy.” you mumble, neck strained by the way he’s pulling you.

jack peers around you to inspect his boot. “messy, too. you know you’re going to have to clean that, right?”

you flush, cheeks hot as you can only imagine the ways jack will make you clean his boot after all is said and done.

“should make her lick it up,” robby offers. “like the horny little mutt she is.”

jack and you groan almost simultaneously, both embarrassingly aroused at the thought. jack pushes you by the head down onto his boot, cunt smushed into the toe.

“she’s about to hump like a horny little mutt,” jack grins. “c’mon girl. show us what you’ve got.”

you don’t even hesitate, whining as your cunt slides against the boot, clit bumping the laces every now and then, eliciting a pathetic yelp that robby laughs at.

“how’s our girl look, jack?”

jack tugs you up by the hair again, eyes glazed over as your hips continue to jerk, hindbrain taking over. “like she’s fucked stupid.”

robby laughs again - meanly, you note. “eyes crossing?”

“not yet. figured she’d need my cock in her to really go dumb.”

you start to pant, fingers drifting to your nipples as your climax starts to build.

“ah! no ma’am.” jack tuts, slapping at your fingers. “you know you can’t touch those. those are mine.”

you whine, instead rubbing your tits against his knee, seeking stimulation anyway you can find it.

“jesus mike. she looks pathetic.”

robby exhales, car engine revving in the background. “fuck. wish i wasn’t driving so i could see.”

“yeah, she’s something right now. cunt swollen, mouth open - i don’t think there’s a thought in her little head right now.” jack grins, his hand coming to cup her cheek. “you with us, sweetheart?”

you keen, cunt pressed down hard, rolling your clit into his boot until you come, collapsing into his leg.

you can vaguely hear him and robby talking in the background, but your head is swimming, thighs drenched.

“fuck. that sounded like a big one.”