INDY

18+ mdni cnc! free use is so dear to me… the thought of him just wanting to sink into a warm tight hole so he gets up and stalks around the house to find you… “there you are, sweetheart. c’mere.”

him catching you around the waist n leading you to the couch, him shushing your whined “daddy” as he bends you over the back of it, flips up your skirt, n yanks down your panties

him spitting onto your slit n ignoring your gasp, spreading his saliva around w the head of his cock quickly before shoving right inside.. you’re all clenched up and he groans as he forces himself in…

yes…. omg yes… he only cums on your face as a punishment bc he makes it soooo humiliating :( “there we fuckin’ go,” growled so low as he shoots his first rope across your cheek, “if you wanna act nasty then you’re gonna be treated nasty, sweetheart.” by the time he’s done you’re covered and he’s looking down at you like you’ve been ruined :(( clicks his tongue in condescending disapproval when your tongue darts out to collect some that landed on your lip, and he fully reaches two long fingers inside your mouth to scrape it off the soft muscle— “ah ah, daddy’s cum only belongs inside good girls.”

UGH NEEEED :(( what about clinging to him while you're hanging out with his closest friends, maybe during the late hours of a cookout that dragged on for a little too long, you just got antsy for his attention, the need to be close to him overpowering any sense of shame about being too pda, but since everyone is distracted, tired and just the right amount of tipsy no one bats an eye when you climb on top of robby, arms wrapping around his neck, legs fully around his middle and ankles locking at his back, immediately feeling needy and dragging your face up and down his neck, brushing your cheek against his stubble, feeling robby's rumbling chuckle against your chest because the friction is tickling him a little bit but all he does is hum softly at you, he coos "ohhhhh baby" while dragging his fingers up and down your spine

i want toxic!jack abbot who knows what buttons to push that get you so hot and tears streaming down your face. the whole relationship should've ended where it began, he was a knight in shining armor slipping into the leathery seat of the dimly lit booth. you'd ended up in the dive bar after a bad date. another guy who was just looking for a casual hook up, beating yourself down further and thinking that maybe this was all you were meant for. trying to drown your sorrows in vodka sodas when he slipped in to the seat beside you with concerned eyes and a gruff voice, "what's the matter dollface? boy break ya heart?"

jack knew what he was doing, only a certain type of girl would take themselves out to drink alone on a friday night, dolled up in a little black dress in a gross dive bar like this. the type of girl that just needed a strong older man to sweet talk her into coming home with him. his arm was slung over your shoulders, tugging you in closer, the smell of his cologne engulfed you as his voice was gravely in your ear as he spoke. the smell of sweet tobacco and cedar flooded your senses, head dizzy from the alcohol pumping inside you was only amplified by the heat his body offered as you settled beside him. glassy doe eyes drifted up to his face, tilting your head back, tracing every fine line and wrinkle. jack eyes flickered down watching the way you rubbed your thighs together, a grin tugged at his lips as he leaned down to your ear "why don't we go back to mine? hm? let this old man take care of you , how's that sound?" the back of his hand caressing gently down your face trailing to the necklace that laid atop your breasts. an easy excuse to watch you shiver as he grazes the skin teasingly.

face smushed against the pillow, hips raised as his collide with yours in lewd wet sounds, broken moans and pitiful whines. he had been at it for what felt like hours, his rough calloused hands gripping your waist and shoulders as he pulled you back into every thrust. his fat cock bullying it's way into your tight slit, his tip kissing the sweet spot inside that made you mewl with pleasure. he leaned himself over you, pushing you down prone bone, his bicep wrapping around the underside of your throat. mouth pressed against your ear letting every grunt be heard. he slammed himself into you repeatedly, overwhelmed gasps for air as you clawed at his arm.

"j-jack—" you sputter out between clamoring for oxygen and the moans he ripped out of you, toes curling and velvet walls clenching around his length.

"dirty fucking girl, letting me fuck you like this," grunting between thrusts, his hand slips under your stomach trailing between your legs as his fingers to circle your clit. "you like having an old man fuck you like this? does it make you feel special? you feel daddy's love yet?"

tears are spilling out of your eyes as he hurls you towards another orgasm. he's kissing away the hot wet streaks that slip down your face as your eyes roll back. something animalistic between a moan and a cry for help as he tightens his brace around around your throat. as you clench around him, a few more haphazard thrusts of his before he pumps you full of his cum. he remains laying on top of you as your pussy milks him for all he's got, freeing your throat from his bicep as your head lays gently on his pillow. still buried inside he'd lift himself up enough to push the hair that was stuck to your face out of the way, kissing your cheek and shoulder.

mixing his gin tonic while he tugs on your ponytail and asks you who else you've served today. "were they nice? respectful?" "yes sir!" you chirp in response and he's smirking beneath his round glasses.

titus loves to publically toe the line, too. you're leaning over your cart to put some ice in his cup and he's using the tip of his five iron club to lift up your skirt in the slight breeze. tilting his head to see up your skirt, he looks pleased when you squeal and giggle. "just checking to see if you're in uniform, sweets"

boyd who hangs your panties from his rear view mirror, sniffs them in traffic and doesn't care at all who sees. sometimes he even holds the gusset up to the oggling men, pointing at the stained damp patch and rolling his eyes like he ate michelin level food.

boyd waiting for you to come home so he jerks off into your favorite, comfy fluffy pair of socks. when you finally get in, you're totally devastated to find them balled up and sticky next to your lotion as boyd sits on your couch flipping through channels.

boyd who never wants you to go home early and freshen up after work without him. sitting in his van, complaining about the heat and how you just want an ice cold shower, and him leaning over the center console deeply inhaling your neck and licking at your shoulder before telling you "tastes fine to me sweetcheeks."

boyd who needs you to look up at him when you suck him off. grunting and whining and bucking his hips, boots scuffing against your nice floors. tummy peeking through his work shirt and smacking against your forehead as he whines out "fuck... look at me... give me those fucking eyes... fuck... fuck!"

boyd who literally licks his lips at the sight of you, grabbing at your hips, "look so yummy, 'm gonna eat you up." tonguing at your ear and pressing his dick to your leg when you forget your lunch and he brings it to your job <3

A knickknack for trinkets<3

First time Dex came into your house, err- well, broke into your house while you were out during the day. It was.. colorful, to say the least. Not really a rainbow sonic boom colour wise but you really just had trinkets and personalized everything everywhere!! Even your fridge had tons of cute magnets on them, even your toothbrush!! You seemed to have put a personalized touch to everything.

Dex tried out every surface at your apartment, laying on your bed flat on his back with your many plush animals. Even smelling your strawberry smelling pillow pet that sat on the edge of the bed.

He looked around more, rummaging your vanity. Taking note and pictures of each product so he could make sure you have the best…habitat. After he steals you.

He smelled every perfume and lotion, wondering how would it be to smell it on your skin, to lick it up from your skin and smell it from the deepest part of your neck.

He of course rummaged through your underwear drawer too, making sure to touch each one so you could wear his fingerprint right against him.

Over analyzed everything, looked through your digital camera and tried to force his way into your laptop. Looks through your photo albums, trying to know who is who and who to watch out for.

Takes one baby picture out of the back of the album, tucking it into his pocket. Which now is a permanent resident in his wallet.

He played around with your cats, making sure they like him so one day when you finally let him in your home? You’ll think he is natural with them, not knowing he pavlovs them everyday when you’re outside.

He looked at your display shelves, touching every sylvanian family, every littlest pet shop and other trinkets. Making notes of which ones you have so he can gift you ones that you dont have.

When you finally started dating, he pavloved you too. Calling you when he was on his way there, telling you to be good and wait. Each time he comes its something new, maybe a sylvanian family blind bag or the big strawberry set that was sold out everywhere.

And thats how he became a permanent resident in your life, lovingly rolling his eyes when you turned away each stuffed animal before letting him fuck you into next week. Happily trying every recipe you find on tiktok and being a permanent cat dad to your kitties.

At one point his apartment became identical to yours, with you buying him stuff for his apartment each time you came over as well. Saying its rude to go somewhere empty handed. One day its a cactus, one day its a small bouquet for him, one day a multiple of a trinket you have.

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when he first meets you he’s a little surprised and very refreshed. you seem so clean, focused on caring for yourself and your surroundings. nothing compared to the messy, unorganized, chaotic people that he had grown up around.

what @mochapuppy and i think the shawn hatosy characters would call ur clit

jack abbot calls it your pearl. he's old.

sammy bryant calls it your button. he tries to call it your "love button" once and gets smacked

pope cody just calls it your clit, he has too much respect for it to give it a nickname. it is something to be revered and worshipped!! #clitluvr!pope

titus danforth lowkey doesn't know the clit exists... but once he's properly educated he either calls it your bud or just calls it "it"

brett richards calls it your "sweet spot"

boyd fowler calls it your clitty.....