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this blog is a shitshow of fandoms and big beefy hairy old men i’m thirsting for. some dark-ish content ahead. a lot of pure filth. occasional fluff.
my current beloveds include welt yang, logan howlett, nanami kento, caleb from love and deepspace, halsin, bucky barnes, arlecchino, pyrrha dve, sadie adler, arthur morgan and charles smith (lowkey dutch too), joel miller, leon kennedy, hela, luke pearce, my wives navia and himeko <3, dehya, dedue, felix hugo fraldarius, lady dimitrescu, josie montilyet <3, zoya & tamar, agatha harkness, jacob frye, gwaine, coronabeth tridentarius, camilla hect, rio voleri, lance ira, rabbot, robby, abbot, andrew pope cody <3, titus danforth, sammy bryant, grant reilly, uhh pretty much any shawn hatosy character bc that man has me in a chokehold
(cw: big ole age gap, slightly naive reader, size kink)
joel’s thumbs pressed into the shaft of his cock as it slowly glided along the wet spot on your panties.
‘goddamn, would you look at that.’
his cock was coming to kiss your navel every time his hips rocked forward, the thick head pink and glistening; pre-cum beginning to bead right in the center.
you stared at it, transfixed.
‘that’s how deep it’s gonna go.’
his cock. that’s how far his cock was gonna go when he pushed his way inside of you. your cunt pulsed, empty and aching at the promise of being filled so completely. but you were a smart girl and you slowly shook your head, mounting trepidation winning out against your arousal.
‘it’s not gonna fit,’ you said, rather obviously, you thought, because clearly he must have also realized this, ‘there’s not enough room.’
joel let out a soft laugh that was mostly breath, eyes alight with amusement and maybe something a little darker, more intense. ‘why don’t you let me worry about that, huh?’
a firmer press of his thumbs had the next pass of his cock sliding deliciously over your clit. you couldn’t help the gasp you let out, eyelashes fluttering.
‘you just lie there and let me take care of everything,’ joel continued, ‘let me stretch out this cute pussy real gentle and slow-like.’
your teeth sank into your bottom lip, angel and devil on your shoulder bickering as joel continued the slow rock of his hips. you’d been like this for the past ten minutes, laid out on your bed, hips yanked down to the edge so he could tease you between your legs. your underwear gone translucent where his cock pressed against your wet cunt, almost like he was trying to press the fabric inside, nudge it into your hole little by little.
he’d stripped you of your favorite pair of jeans, hands busy with the button and the zipper as he kissed your mouth tender. your fingers had hovered over your swollen lips as you were pushed back into the mattress by a palm to your chest. ‘lie back now,’ he’d told you like he wasn’t doing it for you, and, ‘there’s a good girl,’ when you’d said nothing in protest, head spinning.
you weren’t even sure how you’d gotten here. not here, here. you lived here, you’d only taken a few steps down the hall to your bedroom. but here, half-naked and spread open for your neighbor who was at least twice your age, who’d only come over at your behest to fix the burst pipe in your kitchen, water rapidly soaking the towels you’d scavenged from the hamper and shoved haphazardly at the mess.
maybe it was the boots, dusty workman’s boots that had been worn down on the sole where he always propped his weight, one knee to the floor, the other bent to accommodate the lean of his elbow, the angle of his flashlight into underside of your sink cabinet. or his hands when he fiddled so effortlessly with the hinges of the cabinet door, the tiny screws, the base of his palm pressing into the corner as his fingers curled around the edge, coming down so far it made your head swim. thoughts of what a grown man could do with hands like that.
or maybe it was just you, standing there with the mug of tea in your hands, the toenails on your left foot painted a soft sea-foam green and only the left foot because the water in the kitchen had interrupted you before you could start on the right. he’d stared down at them, unblinking, while you rambled on about how you didn’t know how something like this could’ve happened and how this house was so old and things were always breaking and it was such good timing that he’d answered the door at the first rap of your knuckles on the other side.
such good timing. as though he’d been waiting just behind, one foot already stepping past the threshold, hand outstretched. and the truth was less fortunate and more a lapse in judgment, one you’d not been aware of—still not, though maybe you would be soon—of the way joel had spent the past seven months since your arrival to jackson hyper-aware of your every move.
he knew he unsettled people, his eyes, the way he watched but rarely spoke. liked it that way, most times, liked to be left alone when he wasn’t needed, when he was needed also too and went off hunting on his own. just a rifle and a day’s worth of provisions. quiet. he didn’t understand why people always had to talk so much. there was rarely anything important to say. and even then, it could be said with less.
but then you’d shown up, been set up in the house across from his, sweet and young and with a naivety that tickled the back of joel’s brain, insistent, in the long hours between sunset and actual sleep, when he could watch you dance around your kitchen to songs he couldn’t hear, your bare legs cut at the calf by thick socks that let you spin and spin and spin. you’d waved to him when you caught him staring the first time and it made his breath catch in his chest and there was a whole lot of catching and being caught for a man his age, so he’d abruptly shut his blinds and gone off to bed.
but he kept on watching—just less obvious from then on. had become, over the years, good at being invisible and if not invisible then overlooked, a shadow, a shift of the leaves before the killing shot, the deer trussed up over his shoulder. there was something innately deer-like about you, as well, joel had come to realize in the weeks and months that passed. a softness to your features and a sweep of your lashes against your cheek. so it was only natural he couldn’t keep his eyes off you, only natural to want to pin you with just the weight of his gaze on your back.
but he was not so far removed from social niceties to know he shouldn’t do anything of the sort. he made sure to avoid you when any real chance at meeting occurred. kept his back up to the wall, an easy escape route, made sure the watching was just watching and the fantasy in his head of you looking up at him with those big, prey-like eyes was locked up tight, no key, just three layers deep of iron and steel.
seven months of watching and wanting and not touching and then, suddenly, all of you on his front porch, all of you in your barefoot, wet jean-hem glory, your hands smoothing back the frizzing of your hair at your temples, your mouth opening around his name and a please and a will you help me? and it turned out his choice of metal was only a choice and that he couldn’t help but choose different: once he was inside, once he could smell the candle you were burning and saw the shoes lined up neat by the doorway and watched you weave your way into the kitchen, head turned back every three seconds to make sure he was following. like he wouldn’t follow you right off a cliff if he’d thought you wanted him to.
so all of that and then also the way you’d looked at him while he worked, when he’d stripped his flannel and gotten down on his back and fixed the pipe with his flashlight between his teeth. when he’d stood up and you were right there, close enough to touch and he now had to live with the knowledge of your scent and the way your eyebrows weren’t perfectly symmetrical and how small you looked up close like this. and it meant his thumb was coming up to trace the curve of your cheekbone, meant he was watching those long eyelashes flutter, your soft mouth parting and a shaky breath escaping.
joel was a only a man. and not a very good one. he was leaning down and kissing you, big hands in your hair, on your waist. walking you back into your bedroom like he already knew where it was and maybe he did. maybe he knew everything about you. certainly touched you like that was the case, like he had a manual stashed away in his coat pocket of how to best push the buttons that made the pretty noises come out. flicking and pinching and rubbing and caressing. flat palm on your low back and the other at your jaw, holding you close, pressing his thigh between your legs until you whimpered, hot breath into his open mouth.
and then suddenly he had you on your back, no pants, his own unbuckled and his thick cock straining against his briefs. your mouth had gone dry when he pushed down the waistband, when you got to see the length of it hang heavy between his legs before he was pressing it against you, rubbing up against your sensitive cunt and driving you crazy.
‘i’ll be so sweet to her, baby. i promise. just let me inside.’
he talked a lot of filth for a man who’d never talked to you before. and wasn’t that interesting?
‘okay,’ you said, capitulating, your breath going uneven as his cock slid over your clit again, ‘okay, just really slow, please.’
‘so slow,’ joel agreed, curling his fingers into your panties and tugging them down your legs.
Hi! Would you be interested in writing something with daddy Joel being a little physically aggressive (only bc he’s strong not bc he’s being mean necessarily) bc he’s so eager to get his girl off and PERHAPS she’s never squirted before and she pushes at him to stop bc she thinks she’s going to pee but she can’t get him to move bc he’s so much heavier and stronger and he knows what he’s doing so he doesn’t budge? I can’t get this out of my head I just imagine him being sooo condescending with it too omg
Sorry if this is long and too specific lol I love your writing!
Messy Girl
Warnings: 18+, smut, daddy!joel, slight ddlg undertones, unspecified age gap (only if y'all like), joel being physically aggressive, fingering, clit rubbing, overstimulation, squirting, crying, praise kink, unprotected sex
A/N: sooo sorry for the long wait anon! I'm still a bit sick, but feel a lot better so i thought i could write a request. I'm still tackling down a lot of fics that i've planned and ughhhh🥴 this was really delicious to write though, and i hope you like this anon!!!
Your big, old daddy is testing your limits today.
His weight pins you into the mattress, thick fingers already buried deep, deep inside your soaked, velvety cunt, stretching you around them in a firm constant motion.
His forearm flexes as he pumps and pumps them in and out with a wet, filthy rhythm, thumb pressing into your little nub and knuckles brushing onto that sweet, sensitive spot that makes your thighs jerk over and over again.
"Shhh, babygirl," Joel murmurs, voice low. "Daddy's got you. Daddy's got his baby. Just let it happen, honey."
You're already crying—soft, small hiccuping sobs that shake in your chest—because it's too much, too fast, too overstimulating for your poor little cunt, and you've never ever felt anything like this.
Oh and Joel knows you've never felt this way before.
Your hands can only push weakly at his shoulders, and he won't move. Solid, immovable, pinning you completely under him, every ounce of his strength focused on squeezing another orgasm out of you.
"Daddy—please, I-I think I'm gonna—" Your voice cracks as fresh tears slip down your temples. The pressure in your belly is so unbearable, a hot, insistent throb that presses and presses. "I'm gonna pee, I can't—"
Joel's free hand slides up, palm broad and calloused, and presses firmly right below your belly button. The heel of it sinks into the soft flesh of your tummy, and the sensation makes your whole body jolt against him.
"S'okey, baby. You ain't gonna pee. That's not what's happenin'." He places a kiss on your forehead. "You're gonna squirt for Daddy, that's all. My messy girl just needs a little help."
His fingers curl again, scissoring them inside you, and the wet sound is obscene—slick, squelching, constant. Your thighs tremble around his wrist, trying to close, but he's wedged between them, hips braced wide so you can't escape the relentless drag of his knuckles.
Every thrust and rub makes your clit throb oversensitive, swollen and aching, you can feel how puffy your folds are, how they cling to his fingers on every pull.
"T-too much," you whimper, voice breaking. Fresh tears spill, hot, salty, melting into your hair. "Daddy, please, I can't—"
He hushes you again, leaning down so his beard brushes your cheek, breath warm against your ear.
"You can, honey. You're doin' so good for me." He murmurs, his free hand going behind your head and making you look at his fingers disappearing in your hole. "Pretty cunt takin' my fingers like it was made for 'em. So tight, so wet—fuck, listen to you."
He punctuates the words with a particularly deep, hard thrust, and a gush of slick spills out around his knuckles, soaking the sheet beneath you.
"Oh—" you gasp, your hands fist into his flannel shirt, tugging, but it's useless.
He's too damn heavy, too solid, and he knows it.
The knowledge sits in his pretty brown eyes when he pulls back just enough to watch your face; dark, patient, maybe a little amused.
"Push all you want, babygirl. Ain't movin' till you give it to me."
The pressure crests then again, sharper this time, and your back arches hard off of the bed.
Joel's hand on your tummy presses down firmer and firmer, pinning you, making the overstimulation worse. The combination—his fingers stroking that spongy spot inside you, the weight of his palm, his body lying on top of you—snaps something loose.
"There she goes."
You sob his name as it hits, a sudden, violent rush that sprays out around his fingers in a hot, messy arc. It soaks the sheets, splashes up his wrist, wets his pants and keeps coming and coming in pulsing, squelching waves while your cunt clenches desperately around him.
Joel groans low in his chest, the sound filthy and approving. "There it is. That's my girl. Look how much you had in ya, so messy."
But he doesn't stop.
His fingers keep moving, slower now but still deep, working you through every aftershock until you're a twitching and whimpering mess.
The overstimulation burns, sharp and electric, every nerve raw and singing. You try to twist away but his body keeps you caged, your hips shifting just enough to grind the heel of his palm against your clit on every stroke.
"Shhh, I know," he soothes. "Daddy's too strong for you, ain't he? Can't get away even if you wanted to. And you don't really want to, do you? Feels too good, havin' your old man ruin that pretty pussy."
Your answer is a broken moan, hips jerking helplessly as another smaller gush leaks out around his fingers.
Joel chuckles, low and warm, finally easing his hand free.
Your cunt flutters around nothing, empty, aching, slick dripping down the cleft of your ass to join the wet patch beneath you.
He shifts his weight then, one knee nudging your thigh wider, and the blunt head of his cock nudges against your entrance suddenly.
He's thick, hot, the ridge catching on your swollen folds as he rocks forwards just enough to tease.
You shake your head immediately, a whine of protest leaving your lips. "S'too much, daddy..."
"S'okey, honey. You're okay. We're gonna do that again," he murmurs, and your stomach flips. "But this time, i'm gonna fuck it out of you. Fill you up all nice and slow, and make you squirt on my cock, over and over till you can't think straight. Ya hear me, sweet girl?"
You can't do anything but nod, tears still clinging to your lashes, body trembling under him.
This overstimulation in your body has you floaty, every sensation now amplified: the drag of his cockhead through your slick, the way his chest hair rasps against your nipples when he leans down, the steady press of his hand still splayed across your tummy because he owns it.
Joel pushes in slow, the stretch burning sweet and so, so deep, making your walls flutter around him, still so sensitive from the earlier release.
He groans when he bottoms out, hips flush to yours, and stays there for a moment, rubbing your little clit, letting you feel every inch.
"Theere we go, just take me. You're so tight, honey." he breathes. "Even after all that, still squeezin' me like you don't wanna let go."
When he starts to move—it's long, deliberate strokes that grind against every oversensitive spot inside you.
Each thrust punches little gasps and pitiful whimpers from your throat, and the wet sound of your cunt taking him is louder now, slick and messy from everything he's already pulled out of you.
His hand stays on your belly, thumb stroking soothing circles even as his hips snap harder, driving you up the bed.
"Gonna make you squirt again," he promises, voice rough with effort. "Gonna feel you gush around my cock, soak the both of us. And you're gonna take it, 'cause Daddy knows what you need better than you do."
Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging in, but there's no fight left—just the overwhelming rush of sensation as he fucks you through the overstimulation, each thrust pushing you closer to that same unbearable edge.
Joel's voice stays in your ear the whole time, sweet and condescending, praising and guiding you through every wave until you're sobbing his name again and again while the sheets are ruined completely beneath you.
This makes me kinda want to write a piss kink fic but...I already got so much hate for writing fauxcest im a LITTLE traumatised😭😭
about: dana takes you as her plus one to a barbeque at robby's house
warnings: 18+, public-ish sex, (in the bathroom during), age gap, fingering, dana calls reader doll/baby girl, dana is a tease
word count: 1286
a/n: thinking about dana evans hours <3. this p!link inspired me (veiwer at your own discretion) + this song
She knew as soon as you’d walked out of the bedroom in that skirt, she was done for.
It was short. Too short, especially for going to her friend’s house. But she couldn’t complain too much when it showed off your legs and the curve of your ass so beautifully.
She let out a low whistle as you twirled, giving a little spin to show off your outfit. “Lookin’ good.”
You could feel heat crawling up your neck at the way she looked at you, practically devouring you with her eyes. “Thanks.”
“You ready to go?”
“Almost,” you said, glancing around like you were looking for something.
Dana stood from the couch. She handed you your purse – the one she always teased you about for being impractically tiny. You’d left it somewhere you had forgotten. Typical. Dana had made sure to find it while you got ready so you didn’t have to panic search when you were finally ready to leave.
You unzipped the little brown bag, tossing your lipgloss in. You pressed your glossy lips against her cheek, leaving residue behind.
“Let’s go,” she said, rolling her eyes like she actually was annoyed. But you knew she didn’t mind.
Dana was nursing a beer, one hand on your thigh under the table, while you talked with Mel and Victoria about something you’d all seen on the internet she didn’t fully understand. But she was content to just listen. Her thumb moved back and forth, absentmindedly tracing patterns into your skin.
You grabbed her hand as it slid underneath your skirt. “What are you doing?” you asked as Mel and Victoria got roped into a conversation with Samira.
“Nothin’, doll. Something wrong?” She took another sip of her beer, looking at you with that infuriatingly smug smile of hers.
“We are in public, Dana.”
She shrugged. “You chose to wear that skirt. Y’know how I feel about it.”
You did know how she felt about that specific skirt. It was tiny, barely covered your ass. But it was hot outside! And it was a barbecue so you wanted to feel cute and summery. The only downside (not really a downside) was that your girlfriend couldn’t keep her hands to herself.
You huffed softly, rolling your eyes. You laced your fingers through hers to keep her hand from inching up any further.
“You are trouble.”
When you two had started dating, Dana would’ve never dared do something like this.
She had been in her late forties and freshly divorced when she met you. Learning to date again had been a learning curve, especially with someone so much younger than her.
And the sex? Well you were insatiable, always wanting to try new things — things that had never crossed Dana’s mind. You had given her a taste and now she was worse than you.
“You love me.”
You did love her. You loved how passionate she was about her work. You loved how she took care of people. You loved her smile, her eyes. Everything about her.
And you did love that she was comfortable in her own skin, expressing her desires for the first time, even if it was a little inconvenient for you in the current moment.
“I do love you, but we’re with your coworkers,” you said, looking around to make sure no one was paying too close of attention. It was clear you were embarrassed at the thought of getting caught with Dana’s hand up your skirt. So she relented.
“Alright, alright,” she chuckled. “I’ll behave.”
And she did.
That was until you had slipped inside to use the bathroom. She waited about three minutes, made sure everyone was preoccupied, before following inside.
You were just stepping out when she appeared in the doorway.
“Dana—” you started but she gently pushed you back inside, closing the door behind her. Then she locked it. She stepped further into your space, backing you up against the bathroom counter.
You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, worrying the skin as Dana’s eyes raked over you. The pure want in her gaze had heat curling between your thighs.
You pressed up on your tippy-toes, pushing yourself up onto the counter. Dana stepped between your parted legs, hand skimming your thighs.
She leaned in. You could feel the ghost of her breath against your lips before she finally kissed you. Her lips were soft against yours and you could taste the hint of beer as she slipped her tongue into your mouth.
Your lips were slick with a mix of both your salivas as she pulled away.
“So pretty, doll. Y’gonna let me have my fun now?” she asked.
“We shouldn’t…” you whispered.
“Everyone’s busy. No one’s gonna know.”
You looked between her and the door, contemplating it. The thought of getting caught in Robby’s bathroom during a barbecue was mortifying. But you were a weak woman when it came to Dana. You could never deny her anything.
Finally you nodded.
“Good girl.”
It didn’t take long for her to have your panties around your ankle, skirt hiked up over your hips.
Your head fell back against the mirror as Dana swiped a finger through your folds. You were already squirming. She knew your body like the back of her hand, always knew exactly how to work you up.
“Dana,” you whined.
“Gotta be quiet or ‘m gonna have to make you.”
You tried your best, you really did. You bit down on your bottom lip in an attempt to stifle the moans threatening to pour out. You didn’t want to get caught. But you were doing a poor job at keeping quiet.
One hand clamped over your mouth, her palm catching the noises that slipped from your lips. Her finger curled into a ‘come-hither’ motion. Your hips bucked into her hand, chasing the feeling. She added a second finger.
Despite her covering your mouth, you could still hear the squelching coming from your dripping pussy as she played with you.
“Fuck,” Dana groaned. “You’re so messy, baby girl.”
Her thumb was brushing up against your clit. Your back arched at the touch. You could feel the knot tightening in your stomach.
“Gonna cum for me?” You nodded, hips chasing her hand. “That’s it. Just let go for me. I got you.”
Your eyes nearly rolled back into your head as your orgasm washed over you, heat rushing through your body. Your toes curled and your thighs shook. But Dana didn’t stop until you were crying out against her hand.
“Good girl,” she cooed.
She pulled her hand back, bringing it up to her lips. She took the digits in her mouth, tongue lapping up every drop of your arousal.
She pulled her finger from her mouth with a wet ‘pop’.
“Let’s get y’cleaned up, yeah?”
Dana made quick work of it — wiping down your thighs, tugging your panties back up along with your skirt. Your legs were shaky as you got back to your feet.
“You go out first, hon,” she said. “I’ll meet you out there in a few minutes.”
She patted your ass as you walked out of the bathroom.
You returned to the backyard, with no one the wiser of what had just happened. A few minutes later, Dana slid back into the seat next to you. She went back to sipping her beer, hand on your thigh.
jack and robby shoving their cocks in your face. robby’s is longer but jack’s is thicker. downside is, robby can rub his leaky tip all over your face a lot easier than jack can :( jack slaps his cock against your cheek a couple of times, gritting his teeth while robby thrusts shallowly in your mouth. he lasts about 45 more seconds before he grabs your hair and pulls you off robby and towards his crotch in one movement. robby laughs, half in amusement, half in disbelief. you choke, drooling all over yourself. jack grins - he can share, but only by his rules :)
synopsis: you love shopping. pope loves you. when you go to a lingerie store and try on some things, how can he resist your body right in front of him?
pairing: pope cody x fashionista!reader
warnings: 1.1k words, 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, lingerie store, p with plot, p in v, doing the thang in a changing room, voyeurism kink sorta, soft!pope, reader described with breasts, some plugging, yippee finally a new fic!!!!
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The mall was busy, per usual.
You were walking down the hall, heels clicking on the marbled floor, skirt swaying with each step. Despite having shopping for a few hours now, you had no bags on your arms; instead, those went to Pope, trailing a few steps behind you. You didn’t even need to ask him to carry them for you, in fact, he pushed for it. You kept turning around to make sure he was still there and still happy, and every time, he gave you a little nod.
Truthfully, Pope probably loved this more than you did, and that was saying something. He loved being your protector, though he wouldn’t say it out loud. Being a few steps behind you, he got to hold your heavy stuff in his arms and scare away staring creeps with a glare. Already twice today he had slithered his arm around your waist, and you just nuzzled into his side.
“Ooo, Andy!” You stopped, hair swishing as you turned to your boyfriend, manicured finger pointing to a lingerie store. “I want to try some things on.”
“Sure.” Pope grunted out, letting you guide him into the store. You immediately fanned out, picking up pieces and asking for your boyfriend’s opinion. To each and every one, he gave a curt nod, and you put it in the basket you had grabbed near the entrance. You had already grabbed numerous bras and panties, and even some thigh garters to spice things up.
Finally, it was time to try them on.
Pope settled down on one of the benches outside the fitting rooms, almost like a statue as he stared straight at the curtain you were behind. The previous shopping evidence was rested up against his sides as he waited for you to come out.
You did. Dressed in a matching red lace set, you did a little spin to show the whole look. The store wasn't too busy, leaving only you, Pope, and a few other shoppers in the store itself.
"What d'you think, Andy?" You asked, turning around to look at the full-length mirror in the changing room. Pope forced himself to not look down at your thighs and ass, but his eyes strayed. Noticing in the mirror, you gave a soft giggle, knowing what it was doing to your poor boyfriend.
"Looks good on you." Pope finally said, voice almost strained.
The next ten minutes was just you getting into a different pair of lingerie, all different colours and styles, then you doing some turns in front of Pope, who had put a bag to his lap to hide the growing bulge. Even still, you weren't stupid; you knew what you were doing, and damn it if it didn't turn you on too.
Finally, you were in your personal favourite set; a light pink, the lace dipping at your neckline, both pieces barely concealing anything. When you pulled the curtain back, you did another spin, this one slower, and Pope swore you shook your hips ever so slightly as you did.
That's when he snapped. He knew damn well that you knew what you were doing to him. Barely sparing a glance down the hall back to the store, he stood, shoving the shopping bag to the side and crowding you into the changing room.
Your clothes and hangers with the other sets on the rack, Pope pushed you up against the bare divider, rough hands already going to unclip the bra from behind your back.
"What're you doing?" You gasped out. You had wanted to tease him, but you didn't think it would result in him fucking you in the store.
"What do you think?" Pope grunted out, tossing the bra over the small bench in the changing room, lips already latching to one of your breasts. You let out a gasp, one hand going to his hair, the other going to his shoulder as he sucked. He switched to the other one, spanning hickeys over your chest.
He played with the lacy hem of the panties. "Take these off. Now."
You obeyed, sliding the pair down and stepping out of them. Pope kicked them away on the floor while he zipped down his jeans and pulled them and his underwear down just enough for his cock to slip out, already hard from staring at you in lingerie for the past twenty minutes. Being in the middle of the store, he couldn't even have subtly rubbed himself without looking like a creep, but now you two were behind the curtain.
You let out a noise between a moan and a whimper when Pope lined up his cock to your dripping pussy, sliding between the folds. With a glance to the curtain, making sure nobody was coming, Pope covered your mouth with one hand to muffle your noises.
You let your eyes drift close as he pushed in slowly, moaning against his hand. Pope grunted, head dropping to your shoulder. One hand over your mouth, the other was holding one of your legs up against his waist so he could push in easier. He slipped out until the thick tip was all that was left in your dripping cunt, before slamming back in, rattling the thin wood divider. Thankfully, nobody was in that stall, otherwise they would've heard…this.
You, against the wall. Pope, fucking into you like there was no tomorrow.
He wasn't saying anything, only letting out little noises, but you could feel the words unspoken through his rough thrusts. He wasn't mad at your teasing, per se, just riled up. Very riled up.
It didn't take long for either of you to cum.
You felt the familiar twist in your gut, tilting your head back. Pope felt it too, pressing his hand harder against your mouth, knowing you would only get louder. He couldn't have that, not in a public store, as much as he did want the whole world to know he was the one who got to have you.
He came at the same time as you, and you felt his cum start to leak out your folds as he pulled his softening cock out. He reached for your clothes, pulling up your panties to hold his cum inside, giving your pussy a light tap through the fabric as he pulled his hand away from your lips.
"You wanna get these?" He held up the light pink lingerie set. You nodded, legs feeling like jelly, cheeks flushed.
He hummed, letting your get your top and skirt on before pulling open the curtain and picking up the shopping bags. With his free arm, he looped it around your waist, subtly helping support your weight as you walked to the cashier, who just smiled politely. Seemed like either nobody heard or they didn't want to say anything.
More likely the first thought.
As you were exiting the store, new bag over Pope's arm, you felt him pat your ass through your skirt lightly, leaning over to murmur in your ear; "I'm not done with you yet."
You couldn't wait to get home and give him another show.
a/n: rushed ending? kinda maybe BUT i'm still really proud with how this came out especially since i've been deep in writer's block for like over a week now...hope you guys enjoyed 😉 maybe more pope cody stuff coming soon??
written by @heavenorely on tumblr 2026. do not reupload, steal, or feed my work to ai.
bye i feel like all my requests are piss related and i love it so so much!!!! im so happy that other people are freaks like me!!!!!
since meeting jack and robby you have gotten used to never being alone. jack worked evenings and robby worked in the day, so one of them was always with you. and when it came time for shift change, they would bring you along with them and the other would take you home.
you just loved going on field trips like that! you were back where you had met robby and he had taken you home. it was always such a fun little excursion for you and twice a day, your little feet your be thumping away in jacks truck or in robby’s new car. jack has convinced him to get rid of the motorcycle after telling him it wouldn’t be safe for a little bunny like you!
but now, nearly a month after the three of you have gotten together (kinda??? robby still isn’t sure what the fuck he is with jack but they fuck and kiss more so that has to count for something), shen calls out sick.
there had been a stomach flu going around, and the already understaffed pitt had become even more understaffed. so robby volunteered to pull a double and jack sat you down and pet between your ears.
‘it’ll be alright bunny, dad and i will try to get home as soon as we can’ he soothed.
big wet tears gathered in your dark wide eyes and your little nose twitched in displeasure. ‘awe baby. it’s okay. you’re my brave girl aren’t you? you’ll be alright, it’s only a couple hours’
you nodded, even though all you wanted was for your daddies to come home! jack looked at you distrustfully. of course he knew you were gonna try to be a good little bunny, but you’re just a baby! your his baby!
so he pets your head, and kisses between your ears and pecks your face all over, all while your little foot thumps in pleasure. then he grabs his bag and walks out the door. he makes sure not to turn back around and look at your sad little face. he’s sure that if he did glance back, he would see your ears flattened against the back of your head, your eyes full of tears, and your little nose twitching sadly.
he would be right.
though out the night shift robby kept trying to sneak away to call you. unfortunately, along with being understaffed there was a car crash that stole everyone’s attention away and jack and him were forced to not even be able to touch their phones until it was sunrise.
‘ready to go brother?’
‘yeah, jack lemme hand this off to al-hashimi then let’s leave’
when the walked towards the door, they weren’t exactly sure what to expect. they figured that, because you had never been one to act out, that the place wouldn’t be trashed, but they weren’t sure. it was your first time alone after all!
but what they weren’t expecting was you, laying on your little bed and chewing on your little carrot toy. they weren’t expecting you to be laying in a puddle of your own piss, soaking through your little panties and onto the fluffy blanket.
‘oh bunny, what did you do baby? huh? you piss yourself honey? you just missed your daddies so bad didn’t you?’ robby coos and you whimper. robby has always been the softer of the two in regards to your daddies. always been the one who gives you treats even if your tricks are bad.
‘alright bunny, we’ll clean you up. don’t worry. mike you should get into the shower and then sleep, it’s been a long one. it’s okay bunny, daddy’ll take care of you. let’s let dad rest huh?’ you nod at jacks statement. dumb bunny! how could you forget that your dad was working all day?
you spread your legs just like your daddy had taught you, he’s just cleaning you up silly! dad is hogging the shower anyways! he licks up your legs and between your thighs, lapping away the acrid stickiness that remained. when he gets up to your wet cunt, he lifts up your lower half and pulls down your panties. he coos when he sees that it sticks to your pussy.
then he places his tongue on your little slit and you throw your head back. ‘stay still bunny, you’re all dirty. daddy’s gotta clean you up and i can do that if you keep hoppin’ his words just made you whine harder.
eventually he deemed you all clean, and circled his tongue around you clit. your hips writhed and he had to force a broad arm over the middle of your stomach to keep you from wiggling. after a few minutes of him tongue-fucking you, you came with a poorly concealed whimper.
‘alright there bun. you’re all clean now. cmon let’s go to bed, i think dads all clean too’
thinking about bunny!reader who is warming up to jackie and is riding him for the first time! however she is still a little nervy around him!!! but he feels so good😵💫 so ofc the only appropriate response is to piss herself while riding him!! all her big feelings spilling out <3
YES YES YES BRING ME THERE BRING ME THERE. oh my gosh bby ur brain is so yum. i hope u guys aren’t getting bored of piss tho bc all my requests have been piss based and i’ve been struggling to come up with ideas but yum!!!!!! and oh my goodness i was in the middle of another fic which is also piss but w robby yay! but this would come next chronically and it’s just too good to pass up!!!
poor little bunny sticks close to robby for the first week or so. it’s not her fault she imprinted on him! and he’s just so warm and big and she just loves to rut against his dick. and who is he to deny a pussy job, especially from a bunny who has the wettest cunt hes ever seen.
and yeah, he knows his dick is big. which is why he brings it up to jack that jack should be the first to fuck you.
“brother, what the fuck? are you telling me that my dick is small? because that’s not what you were saying before we got bunny.”
“jack, please. you know that it’d be better if you had bunny first. plus, maybe it could be a point of bonding for the two of you.”
“mike, you want our bonding to be me fucking her? jesus christ, brother. fine. what the fuck anyways”
so now jack has to figure out a way to get closer to you. this begins at bed time. in someways you’re like a cat. you can sleep whenever which works out in robby and jacks favor because they both like to spend time with you. the only thing you need is a nice little orgasm and you’re fast asleep!
jack usually doesn’t do much more than let you grind upon his leg. he worries for you after all! he doesn’t want to frighten you. but after some encouragement from robby, he’s decided to be more engaged.
after robby drops you off at the pitt and jack takes you home, he can tell how sleepy you are. ‘wanna nap now bunny huh? you’re just so sleepy baby, i know’ he sympathizes.
now while you might be a sleepy bunny, you’re not a dumb one. you know that when you’re with jack you’re usually rutting against his thigh and your little feet are thumping against the ground. so this time you prepare yourself to do just that. which is why you’re so suprised when he sits you around on his lap, his thighs hooked behind yours and spread you out.
‘something different and more fun this time, bunny girl’ and you just love fun things! so you nod eagerly along with him. he runs his fingers along your clit and watches as your little nose twitches. your little hands scratch at his forearms when he teases and he tuts and rubs quicker circles.
when you finally cum against his fingers your ears are twitching and your toes are thumping against the floor. you’ve curled into him in a way you’ve never done before and when you murmur ‘more more more please daddy’ he knows he’s got to fuck you.
but, you’re a considerate little bunny! and you know that your daddy was on his feet the whole day, so when he takes you into the bedroom and lays you down, you hop back up and push him down. ‘oh we’re a brave bunny now aren’t we?’ he teases. you don’t take it as such and nod enthusiastically. ‘alright then big girl, come hop on daddy’s cock’
you do just as your daddy says! and line up your wet cunt with his red cock. and usually you’re a little more talkative, but god his cock is so big and it stretches you out so nicely. so you just whimper and whine and thump your feet against the comforter.
and you’ve never felt like this before! never seen anything like your daddy’s head thrown back. never heard anything like the groans and moans that fall from his mouth when you settle fully down onto his cock and he is suffocated by your tight cunt. never felt anything like his rough hands bruising into your thighs!
and you don’t know what to do with this feeling! so when you whimper out a ‘daddy daddy please it’s not the same!’ you just don’t know what to do with yourself! and in your haze of pleasure, you cum more violently than he’s ever seen anyone. your head is thrown back and your eyes are rolling around in your poor little head. your thighs are quivering and your whole body wracks with sobs.
after your orgasm is finished, you think that you’re completely wrung dry. it’s not your fault that you piss all over your daddy’s belly and cock! you just have so many big feeling and you’re just a little baby bunny!
and it’s not his fault when he comes. the hot liquid just adds an level of pleasure and your ashamed little bunny face and twitching nose makes his orgasm imminent. you sit for a minute letting his cum fill you up and feeling his cock soften within your cunt.
the two of you lay there until he worries about eh possibility of you getting a uti in your little bunny pussy and he makes you shower. when you’re all clean and fast asleep, he texts robby at work.
brother, i think we’ve really bonded.
he also attached a picture of your abused cunt which is took after you passed out. robby steps into the bathroom to palm himself. only ten more hours then his shift is over
hi!!! i love ppl who match my freak and im so glad that you love my freak!!! this also lowkey has a little scent kink but like not a lot so lmk if u guys are into that or think its too yuck… hope u enjoy sm!!!!
also i’m a straight virgin whose never given a blowjob so feedback is welcome and appreciated!
“… holy shit, mike”
this was not the scene that jack abbot thought he would walk into after working for twenty four hours in the pitt. okay, well that’s a lie. he knew he would walk into his house with his brother? friend he occasionally fucked? boyfriend? and their new pet.
but he was certainly not expecting this somewhat vulgar display of sex. and in his dining room none the less.
robby threw his head back and groaned. his big hands gripping and squeezing as his throbbing cock beneath his boxers. he knew that jack was coming home, he had planned the whole thing goddamnit, but god did his best friend look hot. he’s all sweaty and disheveled, his curls amiss from him running his hands though it throughout the day, and when he strips down his sweatshirt, he’s sweat through his shirt near his armpits.
jack approaches the two of you, hand outstretched. robby thinks that this is the best possible way that the two of you could’ve met. you’re more focused on making yourself cum on his piss soaked jeans than on the strange new man in front of you.
hopefully, now that jack’s close enough that he pets between your ears, you’ll associate him with something good and not a scary threat, which can help bypass your prey instinct. that is evidently what happens when you nuzzle your head into his calloused palm.
he watches you moan and whimper out daddy daddy daddy daddy and he’s not sure which of the two of them you’re referring to, but he’s willing to pretend it’s him in order to continue this dream. he grabs at your hips and helps you move across his best friends thigh. you cum hard, with your eyes rolling back so far all he can see is the whites, and your little nose twitching in pleasure.
he keeps rocking you there until your feet thump against the ground in overstimulation. then he turns his attention to his best friend, who seems to be blissed out beyond what jacks ever seen him like.
after you’ve slumped against robby, jack guides you off his thigh and onto the little bed they have placed for you, a mere three feet away from the dining room table. he grabs a pillow from it and places it on the floor. then jack kneels.
he ignores any protests from his knee, as he’s already taken off his prosthesis. and he ignores the protests that tumble out of robby’s mouth. he feels his joints aching, but jesus, robby’s cock is trying to press itself out of his boxers.
so jack pulls down robby’s jeans, watching them as they stick to his thighs in a mess of precum, and your cum and piss. then, jack begins mourning at robby’s cock. licking and tasting the mixture of yours and robby’s juices.
though, there is undoubtedly an overwhelming taste. and it seems to be your piss. jack can’t have that, he needs to taste robby when he cums. so jack keeps licking all around robby’s pelvis until robby is no longer sticky with piss but rather jacks saliva. then jack turns his attention back to robby’s cock, running his teeth along robby’s angry tip.
when jack can feel robby’s belly tighten against his forehead, he turns his attention towards robby’s face, watching his head throw back and his mouth open in a moan. when robby comes, it spurts down the back of jacks throat.
even though they are best friends who fuck, jacks never seen robby come like that. maybe you’re just what the need to spice up their lives.
welcome home jack, you’ve got a new pet bunny to fuck.
Bunny reader with Robby and Jack who have piss kinks maybe?? :3
yum yum yum yum i love piss sm! this is what i mean when i say im so happy ppl are nasty with me bc yum!!!!! hope u enjoy!
jack is coming home from his shift soon, robby knows this. which is why he attempts to prepare you. he knows that you’ve somewhat imprinted on him, after all he rescued you from the pitt! but he’s not too sure how you’ll do when your new daddy comes home.
sure he’s mentioned the fact that he’s not your only daddy, and he’s sure that you can sneak jack, he’s seen your little nose twitch and twitch and twitch. smart little bunny you are.
but you’re just that! a little bunny! it’s in your dna to be frightened of new things, especially when they look like jack. robby is all soft and safe. his green carhart jacket wrapped snugly around you smells like him. his eyes are crinkled in the corner when he smiles and he’s all soft belly and red cheeks.
so yeah. he’s nervous about what will happen when you meet jack. where he’s soft, jack is certainly rough. from years in the military, he’s been trained on discipline. where robby’s only work out is running the pitt, jack is also doing swat and boxing in their garage. he goes on runs and is clean shaven. something that can look intimidating to a little bunny like you!
jack now knows about you. robby told him after jack threatened to call dana, fearing robby asked him to pull a double so he could ride off into the night, or more specifically, a wall. and while he certainly wasn’t happy about this new arrangement, he wanted robby to be happy. so yeah. now he and robby had a new pet bunny.
it’s now seven pm, and jack should be walking through the doors any minute. robby’s prepared himself and you to the best of his abilities. he’s holding your hand as your little feet thump against the floor in your anxiety.
jacks key enters the fog and robby watches your ears jump to attention. he guides his hand to the center of your back and leads you over to the dining room table. you’re setting on his lap, and with your feet thumping in anxiety you’re also bouncing against him. his cock hardens against you and he groans at the contact.
when jack walks into the dining room, he sees you in your cute new little night gown, rubbing your clit against the rough wet denim of robby’s jeans, and he sees robby, palming himself through his wet boxes, fly unzipped and hand grasping at the piss coated plaid. and although he thinks of himself as an old fuck, jacks own cock is hardening in his camo cargos, and he suppresses a moan.
“jesus brother, this is way better of a situation than you described it. holy shit, mike.”
you were practically buzzing! just a couple hours on the street and you had a new daddy! better yet, he said that you would have two! and he was just so so kind. he took you to the pet store and put his hand on your neck.
he even got you your very own collar! a sweet little pink thing that said your name! he let you pick out your toys, and a soft little blanket. he said that he could get you a cage but he thought you might like sleeping in his bed more. he laughed softly at you when your ears twitched in delight.
gosh this is everything that you ever could have ever wanted! he kisses in between your ears and pats your back. then he goes to the register with all your new items!
you watch as he and the cashier share a chuckle, they must be telling a funny story! you’re so happy your new daddy is silly! he clips the collar on you right after he finishes paying and you’ve walked out the door.
it’s a short little walk to his home, but one that brings you great awe. your wide eyes are shiny with glee and admiration. he laughes at you. it’s fucking pittsburgh, nothing to see but buildings and rain. you’re just the kind of bunny he’s been wanting! so sweet and excitable.
he pulls out his phone and texts jack.
| When you get home, I have a surprise for you.
| What the hell does that mean, Mike???
he turns off his phone, and focuses on getting you into their apartment before you scurry off to find something interesting. he sets your new toys on the counter and watches as you shuffle around the house, your nose twitching in glee.
when robby is returning home from his shift, he is walking. he and jack had recently gotten an apartment together, one closer to the hospital. it’s walking distance, evidently, so that jack can take robby’s fucking death trap straight to the landfill.
during his walk he is horribly terribly guilty. he is guilty because he is leading you to his home. poor little baby bunny. someone has found you on the side of the road, shivering and clearly abandoned as cars splashed water on you whilst driving by. they had so carefully wrapped you in their coat, so soft and warm. then they had taken you to the hospital to get checked out.
it was six when robby saw you. only an hour before his shift officially ended, but god you just looked so pathetic. little bunny tail twitching sadly and your soft little ears so droopy. poor baby. he knew he had to rescue you.
so he took you home with him. and now here he is at eight pm walking to the pet store near his and jacks apartment complex. his hand is placed firmly on the scruff of your neck, who knows you might be a skittish bunny!
he leads you around the pet store and watches as your big eyes glimmer in wonder. he picks up a collar for you. a little pink thing with a heart tag, and gets it engraved to say bunny <3 and his and jacks home address on the back. he grabs a couple toys, a feathery thing on a stick and a little carrot chew toy.
then, he pays and you and he and his new adoptive pet walk out of the store.
Diamond Rings, Pearl Necklaces, Two Bengals, and a Tabby.
Brett Richards X Younger Wife!Reader
-Part One: Homecoming-
This series is a collection of stories about Fire Chief Brett Richards and his younger wife, as they move through life together. Reader is early 30's, hyper-feminine, whip-smart, rich girl of the Clean Energy industry, and the only impulsive thing Brett has ever done in his life is marry her after only 6 weeks of meeting.
Original little Inspo Blurb is here.
Reader is inspired by @thatfanficstuff's reader from her fic That's My Girl! Go read it's cute!
Chapter Summary: Tired of dealing with Chief Richard's strict attitude, Bode and a reluctant Eve follow him home to confront him, but are surprised to see...you? Meanwhile Brett and you reunite after his stressful week-long shift at a new station, the only way you know how. 4.6k words.
Tags: fluff, nosy coworkers spying, age gap, reunited sex, dom!Brett, use of SIR and baby girl, sex on a counter, fingering, ✨✨squirting✨✨ ;), this first one is mostly smut...
A/N: okay it's time to solve the problem of a lack of Brett fics. I have ZERO idea how many parts this is going to be, but I'm aiming for shorter stories for the most part.... if you have suggestions for scenarios for them I'm 100% open to hearing, no guarantee I'll follow through but don't be shy!
Read on A03 if you prefer!
"I still think this is a stupid idea."
"I still think, I didn't tell you to get in the car."
Bode Leone and Eve Edwards bicker back and forth as Bode drives them carefully up a mountain road, following just far enough behind a red pickup truck that they've been tailing for the last hour. The truck that is driven by their new Interim Fire Chief, Brett Richards.
Brett Richards, who is from Boston, blasts classical music, and puts ketchup on his eggs. Which aren't really the most important issues that Bode has, but Eve makes a point to bring them up as often as she can.
Brett Richards, who has a reputation for diagnosing problem Fire Houses, and solving those issues by any means necessary.
Brett Richards, who so far has been an insane hard ass, who has drilled them about day one basic rules, threatened to fire several firefighters from their station, and close the thing down entirely on multiple occasions, after only being there for a week.
Brett Richards, who today implied that Bode is the reason his father died in the Zabel Ridge Fire, that had decimated almost half of Edgewater.
After being held back from decking him right in the face, right there in the middle of the station, Bode has made it his mission to follow Brett home and give him a piece of his mind. Eve forced herself into this rendezvous to be some semblance of a voice of reason, and possibly beg for Brett to not close their station no matter how Bode behaves.
"Bode, come on man!" Eve groans, rubbing her hands down her face. "Brett is an asshole, we all know that, but there are more important things at stake here than your pride!"
"It's not my pride! If I was able to get into that fire, my father would still be here! He didn't die because we don't know the rules, he died because we chose that time to actually perfectly follow them. Richards doesn't get it, and I'm going to make him."
"Yeah, that has nothing to do with pride..." Eve mumbles. "You know, I'm about to lose Three Rock? We're about to lose the land, and the only chance we have to fight for it is if we get people like Brett Richards on our side. Maybe we shouldn't go full stalker mode on the guy?"
Bode brushes right over the stalking comment and goes back to his rant. "Brett Richards is already not on our side, there's no way he'd help with Three Rock, I doubt he even cares."
Eve lets out a long sigh, just as they watch Brett's car turn down a small, dirt road. Bode keeps a fair distance, stopping at the end of the street, and the two of them lean over to watch from the window as Brett pulls up to the only house on the street.
It's a quaint little cottage, two levels, a long driveway, and a very lush, very wild butterfly garden, filled with flowers of all shapes and colors. It's nothing like what either of them expected Brett Richards to live in.
They look at each other with confused frowns, then go back to observing him.
"Do you think he's visiting someone?" Eve asks.
"No," Bode says, pulling up his phone to check a picture he'd taken earlier that day. "I checked his file, this is the home address listed."
"I'm gonna pretend I didn't just hear you say that."
"You're in the car, you're already complicit."
Before Eve can open her mouth to make a retort, Brett climbs out of his truck, and a pair of spotted Bengal cats run out the open front door and to his feet.
They watch as he smiles brightly, like way too sweetly compared to the guy who was nothing but frowns and furrowed brows, with the occasional amused smirk at Sharon when she stood by him and watched the team fuck up. The cats circle him and nuzzle his legs and he leans down to pet both of them behind the ears. Bode and Eve can't hear him, but the way his lips form a circle, they have to wonder if he's...cooing at them?
"What the fuck?" They say in unison.
Then a third cat enters the picture, but not on its own.
No, this last one, an orange Tabby, is cradled in the arms of a beautiful...significantly younger than Brett...clad in a tight pink floral sundress that hugs her curves in all the right ways...woman. Girl? Lady.
You smile softly at Brett, scratching the tabby behind the ears, and the two voyeurs watch as your mouth moves with a soft greeting.
"Okay...who the fuck is that?" Bode asks, exhaling his disbelief.
"Maybe she's... his daughter?" Eve suggests.
Then, much to both their ever-growing ability to be shocked, their jaws drop when Brett scoops you up in his arms, and plants a long, deep kiss to your lips.
"God, I hope that's not his daughter," Eve says with a low, haunted tone, eyes wide.
"What the fuck is happening?" Bode asks with a confused laugh. "Brett Richards, stick up his ass, Mr. Rulebook, has a girlfriend our age? Oh, that's just rich."
"What do we even do with this information?" Eve shakes her head, staring down at her hands, anything to not look over at the incredibly odd scene in front of her boss's house.
"Fuck if I know, but looks like Interim Chief Richards isn't as perfect as he pretends to be."
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"Mmmm, you taste good, Sweetheart, new lip balm?" Brett asks, releasing you from his arms, carefully placing your bare feet back on the ground.
"Lip balm," you giggle. "Yeah, we can just call it lip gloss, old man."
You squeak when Brett pinches your ass in retaliation for your teasing, and the little cat held between your bodies lets out an annoyed meow. She wiggles in your arms until you loosen up, and she hops down to join the other cats around Brett's legs.
"Princess Tangerine missed you," you mused, sliding your hands up Brett's hard chest, pausing over the CAL FIRE insignia over his heart.
"Oh yeah?" Brett's voice drops seductively. He takes a moment to admire you and your perfectly styled hair, freshly manicured pink and white nails, perfectly winged eyeliner on top of glittery shadow, and the silver band paired with a pink oval-shaped diamond. You're biting your lip and looking up at him with big, wide eyes, just the smallest hint of a flush on your cheeks. "Just her?"
"Hmm, no, I think Ludwig and Ember missed you too," you tease again, voice hitching when he pulls your body up against his, and his hands slip down to grope your ass.
"That's too bad," Brett shrugs. "Cause I missed you, Sweetheart. Missed our bed. Bet it's been cold without me."
"Always," you pout, standing on your tip toes to connect your lips again. You both melt into it, days of being apart washing away as you moan into it. "How was the shift?"
Brett groans, fingers rubbing hard at his temples. "This station is full of stubborn wildcards, immature probies, and Sharon Leone who hates my guts. And none of them got my jokes."
"I bet your jokes weren't actually funny, so there's that," you say, pulling his hand away from his face. Your fingers wrap around his, his hands are so much bigger than yours, and you trace a little circle over his ring finger. "Your ring is back from the jeweler, by the way, and they sent the silicon one with it this time. So, you know, if you wanna wear it on your next shift and ward away any of the firefighter groupies, I would greatly appreciate it."
Brett snorts, bringing his fingers up to tip your chin to him. "What groupies? I didn't see any."
"I'm sure you were too busy yelling at everyone to notice them, but they exist, Handsome," you say, blinking up at him as you push one of his loose curls from his forehead.
"Well, I'd never have eyes for anyone else, sweetheart," Brett mumbles into your lips, before turning you back around towards the house, and patting you on the ass lightly to push you forward. "How about we go get my new ring on, and I'll show you how much I missed you?"
You hum again as the cats disperse from around Brett's feet, and Princess comes to paw at your ankles. You look over your shoulder with a sly grin as you bend down to pick her up, and you catch the subtle raise of Brett's brows when he catches the view between your legs.
"Sweetheart..." He says slowly, walking up close behind you as you start to make your way into the house.
"Hmm?"
A small part of him thinks maybe he imagined it. Maybe this first week of being at Battalion 42, having to deal all with all their shit while you were mostly unreachable on a work trip to L.A., has caught up and caused him to have very horny hallucinations.
But as his gaze trails up the fabric of your dress, where no lines can be found bumping from your skin, he's pretty sure his eyes were not lying to him just now.
"What set are you wearing?" He asks, playing it cool.
"What do you mean?" You ask, putting on an innocent, higher tone to your voice. The same one you always use when you want to bait Brett into something.
"What lingerie are you wearing?" Brett asks, voice a little firmer, even though he already knows the answer. "Or are you going to tell me we haven't seen each other for a week, and you didn't dress up in something special just for me, like you usually do?"
"Oh," you say, sarcastically elongating the word as though he's helped you solve some great riddle. You look back at him again as the two of you step through the door, and Princess jumps from your grasp again. "Well, I'm actually not wearing anything under this."
"Jesus Christ, come here," Brett mumbles, but you jump away from his reaching hands, running into the kitchen with a wild laugh instead. Brett catches up with you as you lean against the kitchen counter, arching so your ass sticks out enticingly. A little white bag sits on the counter next to you. He puts his hands on his hips and does his best to give you a stern frown, but god you just look so cute on your tip toes, curve of your ass poking out from the bottom of your dress, it's hard to be annoyed.
"Is that it?" He asks, nodding his head at the bag, and his shoulders soften when you look over your shoulder and give an eager nod. He slowly saunters up into your space, not stopping until he's right up against your back, nose to your cheek, voice rumbling against your skin when he whispers, "Go on, Sweetheart," his left hand traces around to your stomach, as he rolls his hips against your ass, so you can feel how his cock is already stiffening up for you. "Put it back on me."
A shiver runs down your spine and your thighs clench. It's been a whole week without his touch, and you feel like a live wire about to explode. Without turning around, you carefully take his new ring out of the packaging, pushing your ass back into him at the same time and earning a low, moan from deep in his throat.
You smirk. You've never been much of a brat in bed, you really don't like degradation, but ever since you met him, you've found it's way too fun to wind Brett up. You'll always be his good girl, but you'll do anything to push him to be a little rougher, a little firmer with you.
With one hand, you take his new ring, a silver band with little twisting pleats engraved around it, and start to put it on his finger, while your other hand slips between your bodies, rubbing at his cock through his pants.
"Fuck," he grunts, leaning his forehead down to your shoulder, grabbing onto your tummy with his left hand once his ring is secured.
He lets you touch like that, rubbing slowly at him between your bodies, while he lets out soft moans. You drive him simply crazy, at a time when he'd thought his body would be past the ability to perform so easily, you always do it for him.
You ass starts to move again, and you let out a needy whine, stopping your touch to grab at his cock, now hard and begging to be released.
"Ha, feelin' needy, Baby girl?" Brett mumbles, kissing along the sensitive skin on the curve of your neck. "Waited too long, huh? Yeah, I know, I feel it too, Sweetheart."
Suddenly, you're squealing in delight as he scoops you up in his strong arms, and turns you to plop you down on the counter, grabbing your face to trap you in a hurried, breathy kiss. You giggle into it, rolling your hips into him, your dress rides up, and your bare pussy tenses at the sensation of the metal of his zipper against it.
Brett pushes his tongue into your mouth, drawing yours out so he can suck on it, moans and vibrations growing the arousal all through your body. You press yourself completely against him, finding purchase in the silver curls on the back of his neck, rutting into his strong tummy. It's wet and it's hot and it's desperate, floodgates opening from your time apart.
You feel hands tug at the bottom of your dress and you lift enough for it to be pushed up your stomach, hissing at the cold of the counter on your bare ass. Then Brett swiftly rips the straps of the dress down your shoulders, until the whole thing is just bunched at your middle, breasts freed and open for him to mouth at.
"Know what I want?" Brett asks, kissing down your chest, pinching at one of your nipples while tugging at the other with his teeth, as you writhe against him and whimper. "Know what I've been craving for days?"
You nod, because of course you know. Ever since the first night you spent together, you know there's one thing Brett loves to get out of you more than anything. "Been good, Sir, didn't touch myself all of yesterday or today. Stayed hydrated...just waiting for you to come home to me."
"What a good girl you are," Brett says, voice low, dripping with love. He snakes a hand between your legs, and your back straightens as you gasp at his touch. "Oh yeah, I can feel it, Baby girl, you're so wet," he mumbles, running his pointer and middle finger up and down your folds, collecting the slick into his palm. "Want my fingers?"
"Yes sir," you say breathlessly. "Yes please—oh!"
Your voice cracks when he slowly tucks his fingers inside, curling them instantly into that spot inside that drives pleasure into your bloodstream.
The thing about Brett is that everything about him is thick. His body is sturdy and strong, all muscles and strong biceps and tree trunk thighs. And his hands...one of the first things you ever noticed about him was his hands, with those girthy fingers. The first time you ever had them inside you, it was like you were hooked, no one else would ever compare.
He knows what to do with them, can feel the way your pussy clenches down on him with each quick movement, each curl upwards. Your mouth drops open and he watches as you pant, little mewls escaping when you can't control them.
"Feels good, yeah?" He teases, smirking as he watches your brows knit together.
You nod quickly, biting your lip to try to stifle your sounds, even though you know he hates that. But it's like you're trying to hold on to something, anything that feels like control over your own body, even as he slips a third finger inside, fucking into you fast and hard. The pads of his fingers drag on your walls, pulsing the pleasure up through you, and you let go and moan, high and loud.
"Oh, god," your voice is close to crying, heartrate speeding up so much you heart it muffling your ears.
The kitchen starts to fill with the wet squelching sound of your pussy leaking around him, and Brett can see it in the way your head drops back, hips rolling down to meet his hand, he's got you.
Then he drops to his knees, biting and kissing at the inside of your thighs, and you twitch away from the tickling sensation. His other hand comes up, fingers rubbing at your clit, quick circles to match the speed of the ones inside you, and you cry out from somewhere deep in your throat.
"Brett—it's—I'm gonna—" you can't finish a thought, head swirling, racing around from the arousal that swarms in your belly.
"Yeah, I know baby girl, I know, give it to me," Brett encourages, looking up at you between your legs. He rubs your clit faster, pressing down just a little harder, tingles of pleasure spiking with every circle.
"Yes sir, mmm, close!" You cry, chest heaving.
Your belly grows tight, thighs twitching, a coil beginning to break inside, and you feel it. The tightness and fullness, the dam inside about to break, the feeling that lodges in your throat and makes your breathing stop entirely.
Until your whole body locks up and then it's released with a scream, head thrown back, air screeching out of the tightness of your throat, as pleasure tears through you. And Brett pulls his fingers out from the force of your juices ripping from you, splashing like a fountain onto his hand, his forearm, his bare chest, and the floor below him.
He swears softly, always in awe that he can even make you do that, as he shoves his fingers back inside to curl roughly against that delicious spot, causing another, smaller stream to flow from you. All while you shake and cry and slap your hands onto the counter, knuckles flexed with how tight you hold on for balance.
"Yeah, yeah Baby girl, that's it, oh fuck," Brett moans, slowly pulling his fingers from you, eyes wide and crinkled into a smile as he follows the glistening path down his arm to the floor. "Oh, that was so much, Sweetheart." He pulls his shirt over his head and uses it to wipe himself off, and he throws it onto the clear puddle you made on the floor. "That was fucking beautiful, baby girl, just what I needed."
"Brett," you whine, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in. You're still feeling it, the overwhelming light that circles you from your intense orgasm, but you're also feeling the emptiness inside. "Fuck me, please sir."
"Sweetheart, we can stop, we can—"
"No! No, sir," you gasp, as your hands reach up to grab him by the face, and your eyes blink up all wide and blown out and wet. "Need your cock, please, it's been too long, don't make me wait long."
"Don't know how long I'll last," Brett confuses, neck twitching when he feels your hips roll up against his cock, still straining in his pants. It's so much worse than earlier, dick so hard it hurts, and he knows his resolve is going to break so easily for you, it always does.
The first night you met, you had him almost exactly like this, in a hotel bed in Las Vegas, crying and needy after he made you squirt all over the sheets, begging for his cock. It was the first time in a long time he'd let himself be taken over by base instincts, and his need to bring someone to the deepest heights of pleasure. It was the first time in his life he'd ever let himself give in to someone so quickly, and even though his dick was in full control that night, when he woke up in the morning it was his heart that said he couldn't let you go.
"Don't care," you gasp, nails scratching down his freckled skin from his chest to the silver hairs on his lower stomach, pausing reluctantly at the top of his pants. "Just need to be full of you."
"Goddamn," Brett sucks in a breath, grabbing at your plush thighs, buck into your hands. "Alright, alright Baby girl, go on, take my cock out."
You bite your lip, giddy smile on your face as you eagerly undo his fly and shove his pants down just enough to free his cock, red and hard and already leaking. It's so thick in your hand, you remember the first time you saw it, it was the first time you ever feared a dick wouldn't fit. But Brett turns you on so much, always puts your pleasure first, always makes sure you can take him, even when you're in the mood for it to hurt a little.
Brett lets out a brief, relieved moan as his hand wraps around his cock, giving it a few strokes with your fluids that still cover his hand. His free hand roughly drags you to the end of the counter, ass hanging off the edge as he shoves his cock in you.
There's nothing gentle about the way he desperately fucks you, chasing his pleasure. You're fucking dripping on him, warm and tight but welcoming to his size, and he whimpers a little pathetically as he watches your pussy stretch around his girth.
"Ready, Sweetheart?" He asks, voice tight from how he's holding back.
"Yes, sir," you say, nodding and rolling your hips into him to make your point.
"Good, that's my girl," Brett groans, thrusting up into you. He takes it a little slow at first, just controlled, hard thrusts to hit you deep inside, push little, pleasured sounds from your lips. "Feel so good, needed this."
"Harder, Brett, come on," you whimper, throwing your hands over his shoulders. "Know you wanna hit it harder, give it to me like you mean it."
"Little fucking minx," Brett grunts, but what kind of a man says no to a pretty thing like you begging to be fucked like this?
He starts to move faster, shallow thrusts, the delicious squelching sound of his cock moving through your slick only spurs him on. He grunts in your ear, latching onto your neck with his mouth. He licks and sucks at your skin, marking you up.
You feel so good around him, sucking him in, pussy fluttering and begging to be used, to be bruised by his cock hitting your cervix. Your sounds start to grow louder, higher, until just his name is cracked between each whimper.
His hand flies up to slam on the cabinet door for balance, the sound emanating all around you. You moan and pull him in for a kiss, nipping at his lip with your teeth, rutting your hip into his every move.
He's not going to make it much longer he knows that, but he'll be damned if he comes before you do on his cock.
"Gonna make you come again, want to feel that sweet pussy squeeze my dick, Baby girl," Brett grunts, reaching down to rub at your clit again, fucking into you harder.
You give in almost instantly, back arching and a cry tearing from your mouth as you feel it come over you, pure white-hot arousal washing up your body in a delicious wave, shaking your spine as your cunt clamps down on his cock like a vice.
Another, little sputter of juices leak around Brett, and he whimpers into your mouth as his thrusts stutter, one last hard thrust deep inside, a cry of your name and he's coming, spilling his seed inside you. "Shit, yeah, yeah, Sweetheart, fucking perfect."
You both stay locked tight around each other for a few moments, while the aftershocks settle between you, energy flowing between your bodies. Brett kisses up and down your neck, licking up the beads of sweat that have dropped, inhaling deeply to take in your scent.
Once your body is settled to his liking, Brett carefully pulls out and leans back, hands on either side of your body on the counter, arms flexed as he uses his strength to hold himself up.
"God, I did miss you, Brett, missed you so fucking much," you sigh, tiredly running your hands up and down his arms. You sit back, looking up at him with red eyes, face dewy, and makeup running all over, but smiling nonetheless. "I'm sorry you had a hard time at the station. I'm sure you'll get them together."
"Yeah, just might have to be on this assignment longer than I want, but I'm not gonna do a whole week again, okay?" He assures you, pushing the damp hair from your face and kissing the top of your nose. "Two days on, two days off, see how they can keep up my orders between, see who steps up to take control."
"Hmmmm, take control..." You start to giggle and you're met with an amused shake of your husband's head.
"Okay, you're starting to get loopy, better get some more fluids—water," he quickly says before you can make another joke. "More water, into you. I'll clean up your little mess before the cats get back in—"
"You made me do it," you pout.
Brett ignores your comment, "And I'll make you one of those fancy grilled cheese you like, and you can tell me how your week went. Sound good?"
You shrug, throwing your arms over his shoulders. "Okay, can you put bacon on the grilled cheese?"
"Of course, I said I'd make it fancy," Brett coos.
He places his hands under your thighs and lifts until you wrap around him like a koala, so he can carry you over to the sofa. Brett carefully sets you down and crowds the pillows around you, as well as two warm blankets, while your eyes start to shut.
You listen as Brett opens the fridge and fills a glass with water and ice, then the distinct sound of the kettle being put on the stove.
"Making tea too?" You ask in a whisper as he hands you the glass.
"Course, need you to get some good sleep in before work tomorrow," Brett says. "You've got a big contract to get signed, right? You told me the company is trying to be the exclusive supplier of wind turbines in Virginia? That's a big deal, Sweetheart, you'll need your energy."
"It'll be easy, I got 'em right where I want 'em already," you say with a yawn. But then your eyes shoot open and you squint through them as you look up at him suspiciously. "Wait... do you mean we're just gonna go one round? Gimmie twenty minutes, I'm gonna ride you into the bed until you pass out, old man."
"Sounds fun," Brett chuckles. "But this old man is gonna need more than twenty, Sweetheart."
Your eyes roll as you pull him down by the neck for one last, tired kiss. "Fine, but you better rest up, because when I'm done with my meeting tomorrow, you're giving me at least two rounds as a reward."
"I think I can meet that challenge."
FIN.
A/N 2: okay so like i have so much more in mind lol. like there's not really a set plan or anything but i have THOUGHTS, and the next part/chapter (idk?) is going to be a direct sequel to this with Bode and Eve and the team and not smutty!!! Just wanted to start with a little something to kinda show the dynamic with Brett and also just get right to the smut cause there's not enough with him........
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Titus loves to spoil you. But he also knows that he has to find other ways to do it. You obviously love being lavished, but when money is no object, endless expensive gifts eventually lose their charm. So if he wants to impress you, he finds he has to work harder. Pay more attention.
Coming home to see wall to wall bouquets warms your heart. But it’s the fact that they’re your favorite favorite flowers that makes you melt.
Lavish dinners, where Titus pretty much reserves the entire restaurant so you can have a romantic moment of peace. But he also makes sure your favorite wine is waiting for you at the table when you get there.
Of course the sex is good. But it’s the fact that Titus knows exactly what will send you over the edge.
Titus knows when you get that pouty, longing look on your face, you need some attention, even when you won't say anything.
He knows that if he presses two fingers against your kiss bitten lips, you’ll always accept them. It doesn't matter what fancy dinner or lavish gala you're at. When he leans in to whisper in your ear, nipping at your pulse point and telling you all the things he wants to do to you, you're putty in his hands.
He knows that after one orgasm, you're sleepy and blissful. But after the second, you're needy and hungry, begging for him.
And Titus can feel how the little mean quips run through you. He knows when your breath turns sharp, mewling after every inhale, he's hit the right spot.
It also doesn't hurt that he fucks you while you're wearing nothing but whatever new piece of jewelry he bought you that week.
