oh to be titus danforth a evil spoiled sugar baby girlfriend. sitting perched on his lap while family affairs are being conducted but you're not listening. head laying on his shoulder, a hand rubbing up and down his chest. you never interrupt but on occasion titus will break his focus away with a loving but firm slap to your ass or turning your face towards his to give you a filthy obnoxious kiss. his family grimaces in disgust at sight but he doesn't acknowledge them, just whisks you up in his arms to take you back to his bedroom to address the ache in his cock. accompanying titus around the golf course or the occasional hunt. you hate seeing him hunt animals, humans on the other hand... now that's a little more tolerable. so there you are riding beside him on the atv in a little black dress and knee high boots, stacked in jewelry and a fur coat. he tells you the coat is faux because he'd kick himself for making you said, truthfully it's real, his girl is not sporting fakes. what you know won't kill you? he could never make you cry, not when you look at him with so much adoration and squeal so supportively when he's successfully taken out someone with the hunting rifle in his hand. if he's feeling especially doting, he'll teach you how to fire his hunting rifle. he's picking you up and twirling you in his arms if you successfully take someone out. after that, he's not concerned about cleanup, instead he's already pulling up your dress and unbuckling his pants to take you up against the tree.

need that…

MDNI, 18+

Scruffy, dbf!Frank who’s pulling your cute cherry print panties down your soft, plushy thighs. He lets out a not so discreet cough watching the band of your panties stretching against the width of your divinely wide hips - ‘like a fuckin’ marble angel in the Ponte Sant’Angelo, love your body,’ he’d whisper.

Your cheeks blush cherry red, suddenly shy beneath him and avoiding his glassy, dark eyes as they stare at your bare pussy.

“I know, I need to shave. M’sorry-“

“Uh-uh,” he gruffs, grabbing your cheeks with his thumb and index finger, squeezing so your face smushes together. “Don’t ever fuckin’ apologize for that shit again, hear me? Huh? Fuckin’ perfect is what you are, baby. Jesus Christ,” he exhales, his large hand running through his hair and resting on the back of his neck. He smiles and bites his lip as he drinks in your naked body, your cute little patch of pubic hair on display for him above your weepy cunt.

“But-” you start to whine.

“Hey,” he growls, moving his index and second finger into your mouth - pressing on your tongue and pushing down til you’re gagging around them. Your brows scrunch together and you can’t help but moan. “What did I just say, huh? Don’t give a shit bout a little hair, jus’ want that pretty pussy in my mouth.” He takes his fingers of your mouth and gets down, pulling on your ankles til your feet are dangling over his broad shoulders - your pussy eye level to him. He holds tight to your cushy thighs, thick digits digging into your flesh so you can’t squirm away once he starts eating it.

“Goddamn, wanna just stare at you like this forever. Now, lemme have a taste. Y’know I gotta get my fix of you, honey.”

you take a seat in robby’s lap when there’s no seats available at the family barbecue. water droplets still drip from your limbs and your damp bikini but robby doesn’t seem to mind as he wraps his arms around you to keep you from falling.

“having a good time, pumpkin?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder, the soft hair of his beard tickles your skin.

“mhm!” you nod while taking a bite of your food, resting your head against his.

“no. here” JWJXUAIJXICIISHE D

MICHAEL "ROBBY" ROBINAVITCH is a class-act catcher. he's sharp, he knows how to read his pitchers across the mound, knows which sign to throw to get each hitter out with minimal effort. it's become well known throughout the league to never run on robby; he'll make anyone regret attempting to steal a base. he's got an OPS of .899 on top of that. no one was surprised when he returned as a baseball coach and manager.

robby trying to rent out his bachelor pad while he’s on sabbatical so he lists it online and offers negotiable enough pricing that you figure it’ll suffice for your indefinite stay in pittsburgh—but when you reach out with interest and show up to his place, he isn’t expecting a pretty young thing to ask for a house so big, all to herself. “you gonna be throwing parties in here, sweetheart?” he teases unabashedly while he shows you around, and you tell him you’ll be doing all kinds of reckless things. you know, things girls your age do—getting drunk, high, and if you’re lucky, absolutely fucked. “show me, baby,” he says without thinking. “show me exactly what you’re planning on doing in my bed.”

aaand after a little demonstration involving your fingers knuckle deep in your own pussy, that little show ends with you bent over on his mattress, face smashed into the pillow while he bullies his cock into you from behind. fucking a few orgasms out of you while you cry and babble on his cock, not the witty young thing you were just moments beforehand. robby pressing a harsh kiss to your lips when all’s said and done, you muttering a, “so, s’this place mine?” just to fuck with him. robby tutting with a gruff chuckle that has you clenching around the hard cock still buried inside you, earning you a warning thrust. “sure it is,” robby said. “but if you’re going to fuck yourself in my bed, at least call me so i can help.”

— extended version with rabbot ꕤ｡˚⋆

JABDIABSJXIWB EIXBA S

teasing pope cody while he’s working on his truck <3

mdni 18+

Sneaking into the garage, but apparently not quiet enough. You watch popes legs still under the truck, “Sweetheart?” He asks lightly, like he knows it’s you without having to look. “Jus’ me Andy.” you say softly, walking over to him hearing the metallic clinking continue.

“It’s late” you say lightly, the open garage door letting for the sound of crickets to echo throughout the concrete room. “Couldn’t sleep.” he replies flatly, twisting his arm on something to the belly of the truck.

You hum softly and lower yourself, throwing a leg over the two of his so you’re straddling his thighs. You hear him grunt softly and shift a little under you. “What’re you working on?” you ask, trailing your hands under his t-shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath your them. “M’ looking for a leak” he says, you can practically see the expression he’s wearing even though his face is covered by the truck.

You shift, moving forward on his hips and settle on them, fingers playing with his belt. After a couple minutes you hear him huff and drop his tools with a clink. His hands snake out from under the truck, resting on your thighs. “Can’t focus” he says lowly. You smile, your own hands now moving to rest over his. He squeezes and moves you a little, his stiffening cock lining right up with your heat making you gasp softly.

You start to rock your hips, back and forth and can feel him growing harder beneath you, letting out little grunts like he’s trying to hold himself back. His upper half still covered by the truck you can only see his V line tensing up with every move of your hips against his.

“You gotta stop.” he whispers, hands stilling you. You whine but stop anyways, “why?” He huffs, finally scooting out from under the vehicle. “Cause’ if you don’t,” he sits up, you still in his lap and pulls you closer to him, chests touching, lips brushing, “m’ gonna fuck you right here on this garage floor.” he growls, taking your chin with his fingers and smashing your lips together.

AND ID LET HIM DO IT ON THAT GARAGE FLOOR!

making out with frankie on the couch one night, giving the older man a bunch of kisses as his hand roams across your body and you start getting horny—reaching your hand over his bulge and stroking it back and forth through the fabric.. a smile will creep onto franks face from seeing you get all needy, unbuckling his pants, “there you go, that’s a good girl..” he’ll praise as he gives you hickies all over your chest and neck, letting you hump your leaky cunt over his hard on like some kind of puppy. you guys are like that for a couple minutes until peter comes home, looking all gloomy as he heads straight to his office.

of course you’re worried for your boyfriend, so you stop humping franks leg to find out what happened. “peter? what’s wrong baby?” you question, only getting a short response from the boy,” nothing, m’fine..” peter waves off and you pout to look back at frank, wanting him to do something but he just shrugs. but he can see that you’re concerned so he calls peter back, catching him as he’s halfway down the hallway, “c’mere kid I got somethin’ for you.”.

about five seconds later, peters standing at the doorway, his hands folded across his own as he watches you guys on the couch from afar.

“what’s got you all glum huh? you’re worrying the missus over here.”

“nothing—“ peter goes to say, but gets interrupted by frank.

“ah cut it with that bullshit, there’s obviously something wrong. why don’t you come and let her help you out a bit. yeah, you’ll help petey out real good won’t you sweetheart?” frank gruffs, smoothing his hand around your ass and giving it a light smack. your older boyfriend is grinning when you smile ear to ear and basically bounce on his lap in excitement from the suggestion. “mhm! cmon peter let me help you feel better.. please?”

a best passes before peters head falls and he picks up his feet to make his way over to you guys, taking his shirt off. you crawl over to him and his hands rest on your cheeks soothingly, “okay, we gotta be quick though I have stuff im working on..” peter mumbles, its more directed to frank because he knows how long frank will go with you if he has the time, he’s seen and heard it from his office. peters standing above you and caressing your heated face, breaking eye contact from the older man to dip his head down and offer a swift kiss to your lips as he takes his cock out. “atta boy.” frank would laugh in approval..

next thing you know you’re on your back, still on the couch with your head hanging off the edge while your legs are spread open and propped up on peters hips. he’s dragging his length out of your pussy about halfway out before driving back into you, rubbing your clit in little circles with his thumb as you squirm—if you could you would be a moaning mess. but frank was occupying your mouth so you could only be reduced to whines and muffled whimpers :( “doin so well for us pretty girl..” frank lowly groans, his head tilted back in ecstasy as he works his cock down your tight throat again, his calloused hand tightening around your neck. “jesus, you got a mouth on you sweetheart..”, and you can feel his cock pulse in your mouth, just waiting to burst a load down your throat.

all the while peter was working on your sensitive little bud and had already made you cum :(( arousal dripping onto the couch and making a wet patch on the fabric.. and all you can do is writhe between the men because they have you trapped between them and peter is trying to make you cum again. making you close your legs on his waist in overstimulation, whining with franks cock still prodding in your mouth. “I know it’s so much, being so so good.. but I need you to give me one more please? I had such a rough day sweetheart I n-need to feel you cum again cmon.” and there’s not much you can do but obey, you did offer to make him feel better after all.

but frank, the old man that he is, was watching from the side just waiting to make a correction on peters movement, “push her legs open, and rub her like—“

“think I know how to make her cum frank.” peter breathes out between his thrusts, eyes still steady on your tits bouncing side to side.

“nah i got more than a couple years on you kid. listen—“

and the two of them go at it like they usually do, arguing back and forth as they subconsciously touch you all over.. touching you so attentively that you cum on peters cock like he told you to do earlier, twitching and putting your hands up to push at peters abdomen—earning back the attention of your bickering boyfriends. you hear a grumble of, “fuck princess..” come from frank, obviously he liked seeing you squirm and whine under peter because it doesn’t take long for him to cum. groaning as he abuses your throat a couple times until he spurts his load in your mouth, holding you there to make sure you take it all. “swallow it all sweetheart—thaats it, shit..”

peter follows as well, he’s grumbling little curses as he fills you up with all that he has, all the frustration he had from the day leaving him.

it feels so strange when the both of them slide out of you, the needy hole between your legs all empty and dripping once peter was done with you—and your mouth sore :(( peters immediately on you and telling you how well you did and made his day so much better <33

something deeply personal about being craig’s friend that is totally enamored with pope. and he is 100% convinced you’ve been joking for years.

like when he got out of prison and you licked your lips at the sight of him and adjusted the thin strap of your tank top. sweet eyes now dark as you size him up like a lion would to a gazelle. and pope’s used to that look, all too familiar with his own murky look of desire and hunger. but that was only in his gaze– he’s never been subjected to the recieving end before.

so when you don’t look away, fingers rubbing the soft skin of your exposed thigh, he isn’t ashamed to interrupt in animosity, “you got a staring problem, or something?”

craig’s lowering his head in exhaustion, it seems. but you don’t back down, his gravelly voice and pink pout only makes a girl more determined, after all. “only when i see something i like”

ex, baby daddy, sammy bryant who wants you back and makes it known loll <3

MDNI 18+

He was already leaning against his car, arms crossed, sunglasses resting low on his nose, gum in his mouth when you pulled in the parking lot, your baby in the back.

“Ready to go see daddy?” You ask, smiling at her from the rear view mirror. She happily giggles and nods as you park the car. Getting out you round it and go to get her bags out of the back for the weekend but Sammy’s beat you there, grabbing the bright pink and green polka dotted bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“Hi baby” he smiles, pushing his sun glasses into his curls and kissing your cheek, resting a hand on your side. Unfazed you let out a flat, “Sammy” as you move to the back doors, starting to unbuckle your daughter. She gasps when she sees him, letting out a sweet “daddy!” To which he chuckles, “there’s my girl” he smiles at her and you try to ignore the way it pulls on your heart strings.

You pull her out and before you can settle her on your hip she’s reaching for him, little arms stretching and wiggling for Sammy. He smiles widely at her, raising his eyebrows and taking her, setting her on his hip. You let out a soft sigh, setting your own hands on your waist and looking at them. “She had a bath this morning but if you do anything that gets her sweaty or dirty I want you to give her another,“ you say trying to think of things you need to tell him. “Bedtime at-“

“Seven, yeah I know.” He nods, adjusting her on his hip. “I know honey, I’ve been her dad as long as you’ve been her mom” he smirks. You sigh softly and nod, brushing some hair out of her face.

“She’s been trying to get me to give her soda, tell her no.”

“I miss you,” he starts,

I’d never leave you sammy bryant would give you 10 kids

thinking about jack abbot and his massive hands……….

MDNI ! 18+

his hands would dwarf everyday objects when he held them, like his phone. it looks TINY. his texts have typos half the time because his thick fingers end up pressing the wrong keys.

he LOVES the way your hand dwarfs in his whenever he holds your hand. he loves how your entire cheek fits nice and snug on his warm palm, or how his hand spans over your thigh.

what he loves the most though, is hearing the whines and moans leaving your lips, as he pushed two fingers deep in n out. little ’jackie…too much!’ now and then has him grinning, cooing at you with mock sympathy.

”oh no, you can take it, sweetheart…” he’d fake pout, free hand brushing your hair out of your face, ”if you can’t even take two of your jackie’s fingers, how’re you gonna take his cock, hmm?”

and oh, he gives it to you. thighs pressed to your chest, hips snapping against you, his thighs meeting the globes of your ass. room filled with the wet noises of you two mixing together, your whines n moans echoing the room. he couldn’t help but laugh, one arm resting on the mattress next to your head to hold him up, the other sliding down your tummy. two thick fingers landing on your clit, swirling around n around, getting you closer. he can feel you squeezing him harder than ever, and his eyes focus on you.

”come on, sweet girl…you can do it…” he groans, head dropping to pepper kisses on your neck, stubble gently scratching at the skin, ”do it for your jackie…c’mon…thaaaaat’s it…”

and if he’s feeling extra mean, he’ll shove his fingers into ur mouth after, keeping u quiet for as long as wants <3

”if you can’t even take two of your jackie’s fingers, how’re you gonna take his cock, hmm?” HELLO GOD I NEED THIS MAN

— ꕤ｡˚⋆ jack abbot who loves his drama queen wife. . . ♡

"no," jack was saying. he was currently holding a divorce paper he wasn't even sure was legitimate, but your show was far too entertaining to disrupt.

"sign. it," you said with your arms crossed.

"no," he repeated. this time, there was a stupid smirk on his face that made you want to shove him away as much as you wanted to kiss it off.

"i'm serious, jackie," you said. mostly serious, anyway. you pretended to be unaware of your dramatic antics to add to the spectacle, but part of the performance was actually real. "sign the damn paper."

jack laughs at your faux show of confidence. he can't take you seriously with your face twisted in the cutest pout. "you're still calling me jackie while you're trying to divorce me. sure that's what you want?"

"tell me i love you. tell me how much daddy loves you, baby," OH FUCK ME

... ♧ ... ROOMMATE DEAN ... ♧ ...

... hearing him through the wall ... movie marathons ... walking around indecent ... missing panties ... teaching you how to smoke ... talking by the light of the tv ... falling asleep together on the couch ... popcorn ... talking you through it ... lingering gazes ...

... ♧ ... ROOMMATE DEAN who wants to corrupt you. Watching porn too loud, moaning in a way that's not so private, making comments about your... habits that are a little bit too personal, all in the hopes that it will make you more pliant to his advances. He's in no rush; you live with him so he can afford to keep you comfortable, but he plants the seed every chance he gets. If only he knew the way that you pressed your ear against the wall when you heard his computer power on.

... ♧ ... ROOMMATE DEAN who is a total cinephile. He has a new movie pick for every night you're home, and they vary from lynch classics to way-too-gory horror. Popcorn is an absolute necessity, and so are movies scary enough for you to need to hide your face in his chest. He's making you watch the 80's classics like friday the 13th, which you don't mind so much, but when he turned on terrifier, (a masterpiece in gore, as he says), all you can do is peek from between your fingers, try not to hurl, and do your best to ignore the bulge in his jeans that you pray is from watching you instead of the movie.

... ♧ ... ROOMMATE DEAN who steals your panties. Your hamper is right there... how is he supposed to resist? It started with dousing his pillow in your perfume when you were gone, then it was using your lotion to work his cock, and panties seemed like the next logical progression. He figures that it's not stealing if he gives them back. Sometimes they're too soaked from his use to put back in your dirty pile so, like a gentleman, he does them for you. Depending on the day he holds them by his nose for a deep inhale or wraps them around his length to admire the pretty lace that somehow gets to be closer to you than him.

... ♧ ... read all roommate dean ... ♧ ... special editions m. list ... ♧ ...

oh I fear I’m already obssessed with roomate dean…need that perverted man bad.

did someone ask for mean!jack and pet play? no? ok here you go :)

nsfw, 18+, tw pet play, breathplay

jack noticed the heat first. the little movements second.

it was his day off - maybe around 2 in the afternoon on a sunday? he had been KO’d for about four hours, bed empty when he first fell in. he quickly registered that he was no longer alone.

his eyes adjusted as he blinked them open, focusing in on your slack face, leg hooked around his as you pressed your panty clad cunt into his thigh. you weren’t even trying to hide it - hips jackrabbiting as you whined under your heavy breathing.

“morning, pup.” he grumbled. your eyes flew open, as if you were shocked that your incessant humping woke him up. you went to stop, cheeks red, when you felt a hand clamp around the back of your neck.

“ah ah. where do you think you’re going?”

you don’t respond right away.

“i asked you a question.” he tugged your neck harder, smushing you into his side.

“‘was asleep.” you mumbled, burying your face into his armpit.

jack laughed. “oh, you were asleep? just unconsciously humping my leg like a dirty little mutt in heat?”

you nodded, not wanting him to catch the lie. too late - he had you by the hair, hoisting your gaze to his. “i don’t think so, mutt.”

you whined, low and pathetic, as he shifted on top of you, thigh pressed painfully into your tender cunt. he grinned, baring his teeth as he leaned into you, watching as you keened.

“think my pup needs a little training. that’s no way for a good girl to behave.” jack tutted, his hand coming to rest around your throat. “what do you think?”

you try to respond, but jack meanly squeezes your throat every time you open your mouth.

“oh? you agree?” he mocks, watching you flounder under him, cheeks red from air deprivation. “agree that daddy’s little mutt needs a reminder that she can’t rub her nasty little cunt whenever she feels like it?”

jack puts a hand over your mouth and nose when you try to respond again, grinning when you let out a muffled squeal. “nuh uh baby. pups don’t speak. they listen. they follow rules. are you following rules?”

he physically shakes your head for you, hand slightly lifting from your nose. you inhale pathetically. jack tells you as such.

“think we’re going to need a good training session today, huh mutt? can’t let you go around thinking your pussy does the thinking around here.” jack used his free hand to pinch your clit, pinching your nose again when you scream. “isn’t that right, puppy?”

you nod, on your own this time. jack presses a sloppy, possessive kiss to your cheek, where his hand isn’t covering the majority of your lower face.

“there you go baby. that’s a good pup.”

violently drooling over here don’t mind me…

── .✦ THE PITT BOYS' greatest hazard at work proves to be your tits

★ˎˊ˗ CONTENT 18+ MDNI ditzy/oblivious reader x jack, robby & frank, pet names, mild condescending language, accidental wardrobe malfunction, reader has large-ish breasts (self indulgent im sorry), reader has a freckle on her chest, extensive breast and cleavage descriptions, ogling/male gaze, sexual objectification, 3 highly trained medical professionals v one low cut shirt

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No one has accused JACK ABBOT of coming in forty minutes early just to see you yet, which means he has not technically had to lie about it.

The reason, however, arrives five seconds later in a cloud of strawberry shampoo that he smells before he hears your bright little greeting.

He was working through his inbox, but now turns to afford his full attention to you.

You crouch low to keep the conversation between the two of you.

One hand settles thoughtlessly on his knee. Your shirt dips with you, leaving the full, rounded tops of your breasts hovering at nearly eye level while you explain something, sweetly determined to get your point across. 

they gonna have to stare at mine for a min ain’t nothing there 😪