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sucking sammy's cock while he signs the divorce paper đ
PSJJDKDJDKS OHHH sneaking into the station with him, sammy doesn't really know where to put u, god forbid someone sees....
so ur sucking his cock under his desk, grasping at the soft flesh of his tummy cause it's ur fav stress toy !!! lucky for him, no one questions why sammy's making those choked sounds. they're all busy, and bryant's just weird like that... but when he gets to the papers, he's so far gone that his hands are shaky. you're sucking his dick crazy style.
his pen's all wobbly, and he knocks a glass of water all over his desk as he fills your mouth up with his load :( now he's gotta go get the papers reprinted poor sammy
iâm obsessed with your sammy badge bunny stuff seriously x i was wondering how would you think tammi would react to finding out about them or that he moved on so fast?? x
okay so i just watched the episode where sammy is PISSED and breaks his own window in lmao and it inspired me
sammy sneaks you into his house while tammi and her new mans are out for the day. lays you out on the sofa, ripping your clothes off and strewing then around the room, very much on purpose.
you're giggling and dizzy at the idea of straight-laced detective sammy bryant losing his cool for once. nothing gets you wetter than a good boy turned bad!
he spreads your thighs, his thick fingers rubbing at your clit and all up and down your swollen pussy, murmuring, "hey, baby? yeah, want you to make a mess for me." sammy's literally determined to make u squirt all over the couch HE paid for since he won't have to deal with the aftermath anyways.
"bastard stole my beers," he mumbles as he leans down to take your clit between his lips. "that's alright. got a drink of my own, right here."
tammi walks in and she's like why does it smell like sex... then she hears badge bunny moaning and giggling, hears sammy kissing up your thighs and goes ballistic, calling you all sorts of names.
sammy dgaf he really dgaf. your juices are already all over his lips, his chin, and the couch.
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iâm not sure if youâve done this before, nd i donât want to be a bother with all of your sammy content lately (which i luv!) but . . . maybe dbf!jack whoâs spending time in the guest room for a few days. itâs late at night nd reader walks into his room scared because her father has been being really mean to her lately :(( jack has a soft spot for her. he brings her in his lap nd comforts her as her daddy. . you could add smut or just leave it there ! ! i love your work sm <3
anon please you could neeeever be a bother. it's sammy bryant summer but i know where home is <3 and that is a gorg idea!!! i made myself a little emotional writing this #daddyissues so no smut but have this cutie sweet daddy jack makin u feel better !!!
cw: dbf!jack, daddy issues?, hurt/comfort, no smut
your dad's best friend jack abbot is staying at your placeâ his water heater is broken and he needed somewhere to stay for a little while. your father, ever the gracious host, offered him the guest room at your house. you're happy to have jack around, he's never had kids and he treats you like one of his own.
but his visit's come at a weird time. your dad's been more critical of you than usual lately. nothing you do is ever right: every load of laundry's on the wrong cycle, your room is a pigsty, every outfit you wear is way too revealing. it all starts to hit you at once, and you find yourself sniffling in your bed, your heart weighing heavy in your chest.
meanwhile, jack's up lateâ old habits pulling him back to the battlefield. he's on his ipad, the screen glowing with trauma case write-ups, his readers perched low on his nose. it's his version of doomscrolling, he supposes. he looks up when he hears your little knocks on the door and his gravelly voice rumbles out to you from deep in his throat: "baby, what's goin' on? come in."
as the door slips open, those soft hazel eyes meet yours. "you need somethin'?" he asks, his brows wrinkling with concern.
you shake your head, your slippers squeaking softly on the floorboards as you manage an explanation out through the ache in your throat. "no, i just... don't know why i'm here, really. 's just... dad's bein' mean. feelin'... sad... a little lonely..."
jack coos, placing his ipad down on the nightstand. he turns on the bedside lamp which flushes the room a sweet amber. "... what did he say?"
and when you tell him about your father's sharp words, how his comments have worn you down, he tuts, slipping his readers off and shaking his head with a tired sigh. "that's not right. poor thing... a girl needs a dad who'll fill her up with good feelings, not bad ones."
you nod, your arms wrapping tight around yourself. "i don't think i have one of those," you mumble, dejected.
jack's heart breaks at the sight of his sweet girl in such desperate need of comfort. and yeah, maybe it's a little self-indulgent, soothing his own paternal instincts, but you just look so fragile...
"why don't you come sleep here, okay?" he says, patting the space next to him. "i'll be your daddy tonight."
you crawl into bed next to him, his warm body wrapping around you like a shield. jack exhales gently, his arms tightening around you as he feels you whimper, the soft noise vibrating against his neck.
the scent of his cologne, warm musk and citrus, crosses with something faintly antiseptic from the hospital. it all just smells like home to you as you nuzzle into his neck and breathe it in.
he presses a gentle kiss to your forehead, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubs slow circles on your back. his heartbeat is steady under your ear, and every thump soothes the ache in your chest. "shhh, i've got you," he whispers into your hair, "daddy's got you. your daddy's right here."
Hellooo long time reader first time asker :3,,, NEEEEED part 2 of perv prof abbot... need more of him like i need air... love your writing btw it always hits the spot keep it up <33
ahhhh thank u!! as for perv prof abbot we will see teehee. gimme an idea and i might cook smth up
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Your hazy brain doesnât register the words, too busy staring at the outline of his cock tenting under his pants. He leans forward, splays his hands on your thighs, and pulls them apart, resting them on either side of his shoulders.Â
âFuckinâ listen to me when I tell you to do something. Got it?â
You gulp.
âYes, Daddy.â
You pout when he doesnât praise you, doesnât even look up from where his gaze is settled on the sheer black lace covering your cunt.Â
Grant brings his finger between your legs, and rubs it from the outside. The mesh of your underwear doing little to hide the rough callous of his fingertip. Brushing up and down your clit. Slow.Â
âPlease Daddy, please touch me,â you whine.Â
âPatience.â
His finger digs deeper, the mesh creating a rough friction on your clit. You moan and babble.
"T-thank you," you stutter out, hips bucking up against his fingers.
Just when you get close to coming, Grant stops.  Â
He holds his fingers into the panties, and pulls them to the side. Lets out a fuck princess you're so wet as he sees your slick between your folds. Eyes half lidded, you watch as he brings his finger to his mouth and sucks, cheeks hollowing. Then brings his spit slicked finger to your clit, rubbing slow circles. Then up and down. Grant's smile grows when he sees more slick drip.Â
Your fingers bury in his grey curls as his rhythm gets faster. He immediately stops.Â
âDonât,â he warns.
âDaddy,â you pout. âYou usually like it when I pull on your hair.â
Your brain feels like mush, your fingers itching to pull on his curls, wanting to hear him whimper the way he does when you pull on them hard.Â
He just shakes his head.Â
âHands to yourself or I'll tie them up.â
chat this is the first thing i've ever posted and first smutty thing ive wrote after lurking on this beautiful hellsite for years and @tempestfawn was witness to the crashout i had, so this dedicated to her, the loml.
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sammy literally ascending when him and tammi finally split for good and bunny lets it slip she isnât just here for a good time, she really wants to be with him for him, in a way sammy never believed someone would
sheâs all 𼺠i donât love your dick and badge, i love you đĽş
PSDKJDJQKKWKD and he's like
"oh my god, baby, that's so sweet.... so if you saw me walking around, just plain old sammy bryant without the badge, dad bod 'n all, you still would've made the first move?"
and she's playfully grimacing cause she doesn't wanna lie to her sweet boy. so she's like "well..... maybe it was a little bit just the badge at first. i got issues, sammy. but not anymore!!"
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