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[cxinrossier]

CARING FOR YOU | ANDREW "POPE" CODY X MALE! READER

contents. smut (minors dni) male reader, sub pope, body worship, marking, oral (pope recieveing), anal fingering, ass eating, probably ooc but i'm too horny to care.

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You met Andrew "Pope" Cody a few months ago in Deran's bar. You were helping him set it up and get used to all the business aspect of the place after being his friend for a couple years.

He didn't initially intend for you to get to know his brothers, just to acknowledge their existence and not much else. But when you set your eyes on Pope you just couldn't get them off him.

There wasn't a moment that didn't feel like Pope was watching you, even if you knew he wasn't in the same place as you were. It slowly progressed into a somewhat relationship, even if he's hesitant to call it that. He doesn't want to 'trap you' with him, as he says.

You are in your house cleaning the dishes after dinner when he slides inside from the sliding backdoor. You turn around, seeing how tense he looks. "Hey, Andrew... Are you okay?" you ask, your voice soft. You know that when he's not completely on his right mind he needs some gentleness.

Andrew doesn't answer. Instead, he stares at you from the backdoor. You walk up to him, a hand on his face. "Come on, baby, talk to me." His eyes watch your face but doesn't seem like he's actually processing that he's in your home.

You grab his hand and make him rest it on your waist. Every time you're alone with him and he's not completely feeling like himself he finds grounding on physical touch. For some reason, the area he seems to prefer is your waist.

Pope lets out a deep sigh, his hand shaking a little. He squeezes your waist and moves his other hand to rest on your jaw. It's like he's trying to make sure that you're real.

You wait for a bit, watching him ground himself. You finally talk. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, keeping your voice soft and understanding.

Andrew shakes his head. He leans to bury his face on your neck, inhaling your scent. "I don't want to think right now," he mutters against your skin.

You both have been talking about trying to distract him using the things you already know he likes. You hold his hand and guide him to the bedroom and make him lay down in the middle of it. Andrew's hands hold your face as you kiss and your own rest on his waist over his shirt.

"Do you want to try the thing we talked about, Andy?" you whisper against his lips, your eyes watching his. He tenses for a second.

A couple days ago you mentioned that you wanted to try body worship with him. He seemed reluctant, much more interested on being the one worshiping your body while you tell him what to do. You looked at him with held down eagerness and your gorgeous eyes almost glowing, he hadn't had more option but to accept.

Pope nods and lets his hands fall to the bed. "Can I take off your shirt, baby?" He nods again. His breathing is heavy as your hands slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his toned, pale torso. You kiss each new inch of shown skin, making him shudder a little.

When the shirt is completely open you let it fall on his sides. His hands grip the sheets while your own slide up to his chest. "You're so beautiful, Andrew...," you whisper, your voice low and sweet. He lets out a shaky breath. He feels tense, like he's about to snap just from your hands and lips alone.

Andrew lets out a low groan when your lips connect with his neck. His hands tighten on the sheets as you make your way down again. You kiss down the center of his chest until you reach his lower belly, slowly making out with his happy trail and covering it with small nibbles.

You look up at him. Your eyes are slightly closed but glow in the dim light of the bedroom lamp. Your lips slide back up a little until they reach his belly button. Pope can't take his eyes off you, as if he's hypnotized. He's been the worst sinner, committed countless crimes, but you're here, knowing all of it, worshiping him, adoring him like he's worth something.

Pope holds back a moan when you lean to kiss him, your tongue slowly sliding against his. His hands cradle your face to keep you close like he's scared you're gonna leave him behind. Your wandering hands touch his strong arms, feeling the hard muscle and veins under his skin.

"I wish I could draw you like this..." You say against his lips, a slight smile on your face. His hands bury in your hair to keep you close. "I can't keep worshiping you if you don't let go, Andy." His shaky breath hits your lips before he kisses you again, letting go of your face. Your hands move to unbuckle his pants without breaking the kiss.

You move down to kiss Andrew's chest, stomach and arms all over again. His head falls back into the pillow and he stops holding back the sweet sounds coming out of him. His breath becomes louder the lower you kiss and he lets out a whimper when you suck on his happy trail.

Once you consider it's properly marked you help him lose his boxers. His cock rests heavily against his thick thigh while throbbing softly. You hold the base carefully and begin to kiss from the top to the bottom of his balls, making his hips buckle into your touch. "Shh... Relax, Andy, let me take care of you." He nods desperately and tries to breath in a more steady way, but the softness of your lips against his trembling shaft is almost too much to handle.

There's something about recieving the worship instead of giving it that messes with Pope's head. He doesn't feel like he deserves it, like he hasn't done anything good enough to deserve your lips, your softness, your touch. But he is a selfish, bad man, he knows that (or at least that's what he thinks), so he can't help but buck into your face. You look up at him with a look on your face that makes him whimper pathetically. Your lips are covered in spit and his salty precome.

"Please... Baby, please, I need you," Andrew begs, his voice so desperate and small it squeezes your heart. You suck his balls for one more second before helping him spread his legs all the way, his body feeling too weak to do it himself. His cheeks are now in front of you and his little hole winks at you.

"You want my mouth on you, love?" Your thumb rubs the rim and he chokes out a 'yeah' between heavy breaths. Still holding the base of his cock, you connect your mouth to Pope's ass and you begin to suck slowly. You give it kitten licks and begin to introduce the tip of your tongue as he eases up.

It's surprising how a man that's usually so serious and silent can be so vocal when you got your mouth on him. Every lick makes a shaky breath come out of him; every tease of your fingers, a whimper escapes his mouth. You keep the pace slow, not letting him forget that this is about worship and not getting off. His cock throbs anyways, his precum leaking into your hand.

"Baby, please, I'm so close..." Pope begs, his eyes filling with tears.

"Come for me, Andrew. Let go." You whisper against his rim. His hips jump up as he comes, his cock throbbing and his cum coming out profusely. Your soft hands stroke his thighs as he paints his stomach white. "Good boy."

His legs shake like crazy and you get off his ass. Pope whimpers at the loss of contact but gets quiet when you press your lips on his happy trail, slowly going up until you kiss his lips.

"How do you feel, baby?" you ask as soon as you break the kiss, holding his face with your hands. He doesn't answer verbally, just nods and wraps his strong arms around your body to pull you close. You don't wince at the sticky liquid on his stomach and surprisingly neither does he.

It's already late at night and you can already feel Andrew slipping off to sleep under you. He keeps you on top of him as if he's scared that you're gonna let go of him at any moment. You indulge him, petting his hair while he falls asleep, much more relaxed than when he got home.

this is so bad but i don't even care lmao

[flattopfucker]

Death before detransition.

[raysoccultboobs]

While Robby is away on sabbatical, his coworkers all start texting him pictures of Dennis. 

It takes him a minute to realize that's what's happening. Of course, they all send the Dennis pics along with texts and photos of other people. Sometimes Whitaker's in a group shot, or caught in the background of a selfie. It takes Robby a beat to realize that the pattern is Dennis-centric.

It only occurs to him that it's deliberate after a pic from Dana. At first, Dana sends weekly updates about the Pitt and an occasional word of support. Lets him know the Pitt's not on fire without him there to put it out. Then, after he's been gone a month, the first week of September, she sends a shot of Dennis at the backyard barbecue she hosts on Labor Day each year. Whitaker is wearing shorts, armed with a squirt gun, laughing, a passle of little kids crawling all over him. The accompanying text just says: missed u at the bbq this year boss. Casual, like Dana didn't just send him an image custom designed to hit him right smack in the Daddy issues.

Robby almost drops his phone. 

Pretty soon, they're all doing it. Week five, McKay sends a question about some paperwork and a picture of herself, Dennis and Mateo in the park after work. Then, Dennis apparently does a week of Night Shift because Shen sends a selfie with Dennis, each holding enormous Dunkin iced coffees. Javadi sends him a group shot that so happens to have Dennis front and center of the Pittlings, captioned that they all miss him. Princess sends a candid pic of Dennis and Jack, heads together during change over. Dennis is gesturing to something on a chart and Jack is listening with a slight frown of concentration. They're standing with the same stance. They look like two of the same letters in a slightly different font. Robby is struck by how similar they are from that angle and he ignores they way his stomach clenches with suppressed desire for both of them. Mel King sends a shot of Dennis and Santos obviously doing a round of Rock Paper Scissors to see who has to do some sort of unpleasant procedure. Even Langdon, of all people, sends Robby a photo of Dennis leaning on the desk, arms crossed, caught for a split second between patients. The kid seems unaware of his picture being taken, probably looking up at the board. His shoulders and arms look absolutely magnificent. But that surely can't be the reason why Langdon sent it? 

If it were only a few people sending them, he would consider it a coincidence, but by the six week mark, it's almost everyone who is aquatinted with the both of them. Robby can't miss the pattern. It's quite clear, all his people think Robby wants to know how Dennis is doing in his absence.

He does want to know. 

Of course, he does, despite the fact that it makes him feel like the butt of a group joke. It's embarrassing actually. Realizing they all know he's infatuated with Dennis, Robby feels called out and transparent. Like everyone must think he's such a ridiculous, old perv to be pining over a young guy like that. Thinks they must be sending these texts to make fun of his pathetic "secret" crush that was apparently obvious to everyone in the ED (except maybe Dennis himself). He doesn't know how to respond to the pictures. Usually changes the subject and asks the sender how they're doing. Or sends a pic of the scenery from his road trip.

Naturally, Trinity Santos is the most egregious Dennis pic sender. Unlike the others, there is nothing about Santos's pictures that stays within the mentor/mentee bounds. Hers are far too personal to send the man's boss. She doesn't even bother to pair the pics with a question about emergency medicine. She sends a pic of Dennis singing karaoke in a bar, wearing a crop top and smeared black eyeliner. A week or so later, she sends a pic of Dennis at an outdoor concert, toasting the camera with a plastic cup of beer. The later summer sun has brought out the freckles across his nose. A week after that, it's a pic of Huckleberry hard at work out on what must be Amy's farm. He's wearing a faded blue T-shirt that perfectly matches his eyes, stained dark with sweat. Then, there's another shot of Dennis behind the wheel of the farm truck, wearing a battered, straw cowboy hat, grinning at something the photographer was saying or doing, that little gap in his teeth showing. A few days later, she sends one that shouldn't be as hot as it is, a scowling, grouchy Dennis, obviously hungover, hair a mess, unlit cigarette dangling from the corner of his pretty mouth, cooking breakfast while wearing nothing but a pair of dark sunglasses and some baggy blue boxer shorts. He's flipping off the camera. It makes Robby's heart do something strange when he realizes that one was taken in his own kitchen. Because of Santos, he sees sides of Dennis that he never gets to at work. 

There's nothing like that sent from Dennis himself, of course. Texts from him are a few carefully worded questions about the plants. Once, a question about working the dishwasher. Every week, he sends a picture of Robby's house plant collection, to show him they're all still alive and well. He sends occasional updates about Duke's post surgery recovery. It's all very Midwestern polite. Robby's replies are the same, professional and appropriate.

He suspects that poor, innocent Huckleberry has no clue his friends and co-workers are doing this to them. Robby wonders if Dennis would be embarrassed or angry about the photographic teasing if he knew. If he would be disgusted by Robby's inappropriate crush. It makes him cringe to think of Dennis finding out. Perhaps he should tell them to stop sending the pictures, but he doesn't. Can't quite address it directly because that would make it A Thing. 

It should be noted that Jack Abbot is suspiciously quiet during this whole pictorial onslaught. Though he's well aware of Robby's crush. In fact, Jack was the only person Robby openly spoke of Dennis to. Abbot sends no pics. Just a brotherly word or two, checking in around sunset each day. He thinks of calling Jack to say something about what the others are doing, find out if it's a prank, but just rehearsing the conversation in his mind is so awkward that he doesn't dare do it. 

After weeks of it, gradually, Robby starts to see how sweet all the messages really are. No one ever says "gotcha" or admits it's a gag. He begins to suspect it's not actually a joke, because people send him Dennis stories, too. They don't violate HIPAA by talking about the patients, but they all send little tales of Dennis's good deeds. His moments of kindness or brilliance. Robby comes to realize that it doesn't actually feel much like teasing, no one seems to be mocking either one of them. In fact, there's something endearing about the gesture.

To be known is to be loved, so people seeing his attraction to Dennis is maybe not such a bad thing after all? Perhaps this is their odd way of accepting and supporting him, inappropriate as it is to surveille his resident for him. 

They keep coming. Dennis petting a golden retriever on a coffeeshop patio. A slightly embarrassed Dennis appearing in one of Javadi's tiktoks. Dennis asleep on the too short sofa in the break room, a curling mustache drawn on his upper lip in what Robby hopes is eyeliner and not magic marker. Even Duke sends one, a shot of the two of them, both giving a thumbs up to the camera.

By the end of the second month, Robby has dozens of pics of Dennis saved to his phone, sent from atleast ten people. At that point, it feels a lot like they're all trying to lure Robby back home with adorable pictures of his favorite person. 

He starts to look forward to receiving them. Downloads each one that comes in. During lonely nights on the road, he looks through them all before sleep. The cowboy hat pic becomes his phone lock screen. Why not? There's no one out here to see it and tell on him. Or perhaps, because the "secret" is so obviously out now, he no longer feels ashamed of it, feels no need to keep hiding. There's still lingering guilt, because innocent Dennis has no idea.

But he does not turn the bike around and head home just yet. No, that comes after Jack finally sends his Dennis text. 

Agent of chaos, Jack sends it without warning, on an otherwise unremarkable, sunny Tuesday afternoon. Robby opens it while he's stopped, gassing up Bonnie. It's not a pic. It's a link. A long line of random numbers and letters, an anonymous, encrypted website, the kind with private accounts and log-ins. The kind that hosts invitation only videos that disappear after the log-in expires. He knows how this is supposed to work, but it's not something they've ever done, he and Jack. To open it would definitely cross a line. And Robby knows, Jack loves crossing lines. He wouldn't be Jack if he didn't. 

The temporary log-in is Robby's birthday. That definitely reminds him that he is far too ancient to be clicking on whatever it is he's about to see. "Thanks for that, Jack", he thinks. He puts his phone up and gets back on the bike.

Once he's alone in his hotel room, though, of course, Robby clicks the link. He watches. 

A video. Dennis and Jack in Robby's own bed. Looks like the phone is propped up on the bedside table, probably leaning against his Bubbe's lamp. This time, Dennis is fully aware he's on camera. On all fours, he makes direct eye contact and preens as Jack pushes into him from behind. His mouth is open, he's saying something. Robby catches only the words "want you to see", he can't hear the rest over the slap of their skin and Jack's panting groans. Never taking his eyes off the camera, Dennis goes up onto his knees, Jack's arms circle his chest, holding him up. Dennis bouncing with each thrust. Dennis only looks away when he twists his upper body to turn his face towards Jack, who kisses him, deep and messy. 

The next clip is Dennis on his back on Robby's kitchen table, Jack standing between his thighs, his legs propped up on Jack's shoulders. Dennis's actually holding the phone himself in this one, so it's close to his mouth when Dennis cums, unmistakably calling Robby's name along with Jack's. Dennis pans to Jack who looks down the barrel of the camera, face framed by Dennis's legs. Still pounding away, Jack says, "Get your head out of your ass and come home, brother." 

Then, it's Dennis kneeling on the soft carpet at the foot of Jack's bed. It's been a few years, but Robby still remembers the feel of it under his own knees. There are purple love bites on his pale thighs and chest. He looks wrecked and needy like Jack's been edging and overstimulating him for hours. Dennis is looking up at the camera, big blue eyes welling with tears, he simply says, "Please, Robby."

The next morning, he's on the road back to Pittsburgh by sunrise. 

(Whole thing is Dennis's idea, btw. He posed for and approved every single one.)

[yakumtsaki]

don during his wedding when the priest says 'speak now or forever hold your peace' but no one objects:

[velvet-lane]

pope is soooooooooo ultraviolence by ldr

[chronicgaywizard]

You and Gaz started out as just casual friends with benefits. It happened on an op, you were both stuck in a safe house for days and you decided to ride him into the shitty mattress for both of your peace of minds. As time went on, though- Gaz started to notice things about you. Like how you wore a specific type of bra that practically flattened your chest, how you kept your hair shorn so short you were often mistaken for a guy by many soldiers.

And he saw the flush your face would have when they mistook you, the quiet satisfaction that made you stand up just a bit straighter. He especially saw how much you liked it from Ghost- the man who didn’t seem to care what you actually were. The lieutenant seemed to just decide that you were a lad, and always treated you like one- and Gaz saw how much you liked it.

So, he starts slipping it into your little sessions.

“You look so cute- you’d be such a cute boy, y’know.”

“What’d Ghost call you today? Atta boy, right?”

“Come on, toughen up soldier- this cock isn’t for silly girls.” That one made you cum on the spot, strangling his cock with your sweet cunt and pulling him right over the edge with you.

It was so cute. Gaz knew you wanted a piece of the lieutenant, knew how much he affected you and made you cum so much harder. It was so cute that Gaz actually couldn’t get it out of his head. What would Ghost say? Would he be shy, watching you twitch and cum on the sergeant’s thick cock while crying for Ghost?

Would he be eager, excited and rough? Happy to shove you between the two of them, make you swallow the lieutenant’s massive cock while Gaz got to lick into his mouth? If they tied ghost up, maybe they could double team him-

It sends Kyle down one of the worst horny spirals of his life- so much so that he can’t keep his hands off you. He starts making you work out with him, starts pulling you into closets for a mid day fuck- insatiable with the idea of how cute you are when you’re all embarrassed- how cute it’d be to see you be even more shy if Ghost were there.

His obsession comes to a head when Gaz crosses the line- fucking you on Ghost’s bunk in the safe house. You’re both surrounded by the man’s scent, and Gaz can’t seem to get enough of how high you look right now. He’s so locked in on your drooling lips stuffed full with Ghost’s mask and hazy eyes that he doesn’t anticipate the sudden massive hand on his neck- yanking him against an even bigger chest.

“Fuckin dirty mutts- on my goddamn bunk? You lookin for a fuckin punishment, that it?” Ghost himself is growling down at the pair of you, and nearly cums when your eyes shoot open to gasp and desperately try to cover yourself. Kyle can’t stop himself from pinning your hands- Ghost letting him lurch back over you with a newfound interest.

“Ignoring me, sergeant?” He jokes, and you freeze up- squeezing Gaz’s cock in a sudden death grip as you’re fully exposed to your- what, work crush? Simon’s massive as he leans over Kyle’s shoulder, dwarfing the big man just with his broad shoulders.

“No lieutenant- just- making sure our sweet boy doesn’t run off before you get a chance to play too,” Kyle throws it out there, and your eyes nearly bulge out of your head in shock.

Simon twitches, looking down at your splayed out form- at the way you flush at the term boy. His hand slowly reaches out, tugging the wet fabric from your lips- his mask, soaked with your spit. You let out a soft whine as it’s finally pulled from your mouth, already starting to try and speak.

“Simon I’m so sorry I just-“ you desperately start, only to be gagged again by the lieutenant’s thick fingers. Three down your throat at once, Ghost leaning against Gaz’s shoulder as he forces the sergeant down against you. Your cunt pulses around the dark skinned man, and Kyle can’t stop the moan that vibrates from his chest.

“Wanted my sergeant to fuck you on my bunk, mouth full of my mask when you really want my cock? Stupid boy- roped him into this, didn’t you?” Ghost says firmly, ripping his fingers out and finally standing to move around Gaz and stand over you. You shake your head vehemently, but Gaz has been putting this together for too long for you to put the blame on him.

“Begged me, sir. Begged me to fuck his little hole like you would, the pervert,” the sergeant says coyly, the look of betrayal on your face almost making him laugh.

Simon yanking you around has you distracted- and Gaz is too busy trying not to cum as his fantasy comes to life to be sad about your cunt being ripped from him. Instead, he works seamlessly with Ghost- pinning you against the bed while Gaz’s wet cock flopping across your face instead. It’s so cute, watching you gasp and squirm at the feeling- mortification all over your face when you feel Ghost rip your thighs apart. Staring down at your soaked cunt, looking like a starved animal- holy fucking shit, Ghost looks so good like that.

“Yeah? You thought Gaz here would do it, hm? Stupid fucking mutt- you know he’s too sweet, too soft on a cunt like you,” the man growls, and Kyle starts to slowly rut against your face- trembling when his balls meet your forehead. So cute, on your back like this- still pinning both of your hands and keeping you helpless.

“N-no-! No, I wasn’t-“ you protest again, whining when Gaz slaps his cock against your cheek and silencing you.

“I think I’m plenty hard when I want to be,” the sergeant teases, and Ghost’s eyes dart up from your sopping cunt to the long thick cock grinding itself against your face- Gaz looking far too smug.

“Good thing you’re the one who broke him in then, huh?” Ghost snarks, one hand yanking his belt open- and the fattest cock either of you two has ever seen flops out. Fuck, it’s so heavy that it gravity seems to weigh it down- two inches thick- maybe even more- it’s almost embarrassing how mesmerized the two of you are by it.

“Jesus fucking christ, Ghost,” Gaz breathes, watching in rapture as that fat cock ruts against your soaked pussy, listening to the miracle of your pretty whines. It seems like you’ve forgotten yourself too- desperately humping against Ghost’s cock like you’re trying to beg for it. Gaz rewards you by finally letting you up- pulling your shoulders up against his lap so you can both see properly.

“Please- please fuck him, I have to see you stretch his tight cunt out,” the sergeant whines, loving the way both you and Ghost twitch at his dirty words.

“Fuck, Garrick-!” You groan, Simon unable to resist the man’s orders as he notches his head against your tight hole. You let out a sharp wheeze, like just the fat head knocked the wind out of you- Gaz can’t help but rut his dick against your shoulder blade at the sight.

“Fuck me- he’s tight- even after you stretched his stupid cunt out,” the lieutenant growls, shoving himself inside further- you can’t help but jolt against Gaz’s grip again.

“Come on- relax, puppy- let your lieutenant fuck your sloppy little hole and I’ll fuck your ass next- hm? Yeah? You want me to show Ghost how cute your little gape is?” The sergeant coos, loving how embarrassed you look at the way Ghost groans in anticipation- finally sliding to the hilt.

“Shit- yeah? Little boy likes getting touched like a real man, huh? Fuck me-“ Ghost grunts back, his hips starting to slowly pump in and out of your sopping cunt. Your little pearled t dick is throbbing, your legs weakly kicking and twitching at each thrust- mouth hanging open in pure bliss.

“Simon-! You- you can’t talk like that- I’ll- I’ll-“ you whimper out, harshly jerking when Simon’s fat finger and thumb squeeze your little cock.

“What? Y’ think I’m gonna lie- pretend yer some fuckin’ lady I gotta be nice to? Fuck no- yer a fucking sloppy boy, n I wanna see your little holes stretched wide for the both of us, got it? Come on- cum on this cock, show us how fuckin gross you are, mutt-“ Simon snarls, his slow thrusts becoming deep pounding as the bed starts to rattle.

Gaz is desperately humping your back at this point, squeezing your hands in his as he whimpers over the sight of Ghost’s cock splitting you apart.

It’s exactly how he pictured it, you look star struck and fucked out of your mind- Simon’s eyes look demented with the way he’s staring down at the both of you. Gaz can’t help it, can’t help the way he spurts cum against your back- forcing you to cum all over Simon’s fat cock with a wail. It’s fucking tantalizing, nobody can seem to stop pumping their hips until their orgasms are fully ridden out.

It’s at this point that Gaz realizes that Simon is staring holes through his head, and has the human decency to be a little embarrassed.

“Y’know what? Boy- roll over- I’m gonna make Gaz eat your ass out for me,” the lieutenant says, and both of you twitch in embarrassment.

“What?” Gaz squeaks, and Simon leans forward, squishing you between their chests as he kisses the sergeant. Their tongues clashing, cocks rutting against you as you watched with an open mouth. Simon is- much gentler, with Gaz- it’s almost unfair how tender his hand is as the man cups the sergeant’s face.

“I wanna see you eat our little pup out, and get him ready before I make you fuck his tight little ass. You be good, and I’ll fuck his cunt at the same time,” the lieutenant murmurs.

You both shiver in desperate anticipation.

[cxinrossier]

god its my birthday why am i still alive even

[rr-after-dark]

[permanent-fire-hazard]

How R4!Robby and MS4!Jack would look in canon btw

[ziggyplayedd]

hey guys unpopular opinion but you’re not a bad person if you don’t care about every bad thing happening in the world all the time, or if you do care but you’re not constantly reblogging posts spreading awareness and information

it’s okay if you’re just on tumblr to have fun and reblog things you like or that make you happy.

humans aren’t made to process trauma and suffering on a worldwide scale without any breaks whatsoever & the internet has created an unprecedented access to bad news so please never feel guilty for scrolling past it because you can’t process it! and you’re not doing anything wrong & there’s no need to feel guilty

[bigbootsmanofwarwrites]

okayokayokayokay

Jack and Robby are working the same shift. But it’s their little boy’s off day, and he can’t bear to be away from them for so long. So they keep him in Robby’s office, fucking him stupid on the little couch, taking turns visiting him so he doesn’t miss Daddy or Papa too much

you? galaxy brain.

He wonders, sometimes, if the patients he treats have any idea what kind of man Dennis is outside the hospital. 

He's sure he doesn't give it away. At work, he's the picture of competence. He's a grown man who has his shit together. A trusted doctor, who saves people's lives. Helps them through their bad days. 

At home? 

Well. At home he has two Daddies and they own his ass. 

At home, he doesn't have to think. He doesn't have to make decisions. There's no-one's life at stake in his hands when he's Jack and Robby's little boy. All he has to do is give himself up to their rules, their love, their wants, and he's completely and totally taken care of. 

It was so easy, when it came down to it, to give himself up. Easier than he thought it ever would be. It's just … life has been so hard. He's had to fight and scrap for everything, to keep his head above water. Just above, sometimes still slipping under. 

Jack and Robby take all that stress away. All the fight and struggle. He pays no rent. He barely contributes to the bills, or groceries, or anything. He lets them take care of him, and he takes care of them, plenty. 

When he has Daddy and Papa around, he's not scared, or hungry, or tired, or anything but happy and sated and full. He's not a child. He knows it, they know it. But he is their little boy. 

He's grown so used to having at least one of his Daddies at home with him, that when they both have to work and he doesn't, well. 

He doesn't know what to do with himself. The first time this happened, they left him at home. Sadly, yes, reluctantly. But it was Dennis' day off, and he shouldn't have to spend it at the hospital just because they wanted him close by. 

He spent the day wandering the apartment, lonely and increasingly desperate for affection. For touch. To be full. They came home to him sobbing with a dildo inside him, rocking back and forth on it, whimpering DaddyDaddyDaddy.

They haven't left him home alone all day again. 

No, the next time this happens, they take Dennis to work with them. 

No-one else knows, of course. If any of the regular staff saw Dennis around, he'd be roped into helping. He'd have to be Doctor Dennis. Competent Dennis. 

That's not what he is right now. 

Now, he's Daddy's little boy, hidden away in Daddy's office, the door firmly locked. Only Robby and Jack have a key. Which is a good thing, because he's been stripped nude. He's on his back, on the not very comfortable sofa that Robby keeps in there, mostly for this purpose. There's a plug inside him, and he's happily scrolling on his phone. 

Robby's just been by to visit him, stolen ten or so minutes. 

"How's my sweet boy doing?" he'd cooed, sweet as ever, spreading Dennis' legs and unbuckling his belt.

"M'fine, Daddy," he'd answered, parting easy and whining just a little when Robby had pulled the plug out of him. The sigh of relief when the man's cock replaced it was breathy and delighted. "Waiting for you."

"That's my good boy," Robby moaned, fucking into him hard. At home, he could take his time, draw out the orgasms, not have to come until he was damn well ready, but Dennis knows he only has a short window of time before he's called back down to the ER for the next inevitable emergency. 

He reaches down to pull his legs back further, spreading himself open for Robby to get in deeper. 

"God, that's it," Robby groaned. "Making yourself so fuckable for your Daddy. Fuck, I wish I could stay up here with you all day." 

Dennis had known, the moment Robby had pushed inside him, that he wasn't going to come this time. That was alright - it felt fucking amazing and he didn't need this pleasure to be about him. Maybe next time. 

Robby, though, definitely came. Filled him up, hot and thick, and then pushed the plug back inside him to keep it inside. 

"I gotta go back down, baby," he said apologetically, kissing the top of Dennis' head. "I'll see you later." 

It's only an hour or so before the lock on the door rattles, and then Jack's slipping inside, clicking the door shut and locked behind him. 

"Fuck, it's crazy out there," he sighs, shucking off his scrub pants without even pausing. "Half the board's just kids with the flu, and I gotta be the bad guy who says they can't have antibiotics." 

He's roughly pulling Dennis up onto his feet as he speaks, pushing him forward at the waist so Jack can sit on the sofa. He pulls the plug out, and catches the cum leaking out Dennis' hole with his tongue, licking in eagerly. 

Dennis yelps, and Jack spreads his cheeks to get his tongue in deeper. 

"Fuck, Daddy," he whimpers, knees wobbling beneath him. He doesn't dare, move, though. It feels fucking electric, and he knows what would happen if he tried to pull away. 

"Language, kiddo," Jack rumbles against his hole, and Dennis shudders all the way from head to toes. "Don't make me have to wash your mouth out." 

"I - I think it's your mouth that needs washing - unf, Jack." 

Jack lifts his head, mouth smeared with cum and lube, and when Dennis turns, confused, Jack's glaring at him. 

"What did you just call me?" he snarls, and Dennis has to think, hard, for a second - what did he - oh no. 

"Daddy! Fuck, m'sorry, Daddy, I didn't - " 

But Jack has already returned to eating him out, taking back Robby's cum for himself. 

"Mmf. Fuck, gonna have to leave him something," Jack mutters to himself, and presses his cock inside Dennis without warning, long deep strokes that Dennis knows from experience are designed to milk every drop out of him and leave it deep inside Dennis. 

By the time both men finish their shift, Dennis has to be carried out over a shoulder, too fucked out and weak to stand on two legs. 

[lesserthan-3]

Pleaseeeee do more of the portal pussy with tf141🙏🙏

cw freeuse

it’s a ritual everyone must go through. hell, it’s the military, place where egotistical men get off on the power of being older- it would be weird if there wasn’t any type of hazing.

so when the new recruits come, the team finds the perfect opportunity where you’re home on leave to have some fun since youve up and left them dry without a nice cute body to dump their loads on or in.

they have the group of young men line up, each one standing with both resolve and tension. they await their fates as ghost walks up and down the line. tension hangs in the air…would they be cleaning the bathrooms? punched in the gut? who knew?

ghost approaches the man at one end, muscular, probably of latin descent with jet black hair. and that’s when ghost extends his hand with your pussy in it. the recruit doesn’t even flinch, doesn’t even let his eyes drop down to the toy.

“know what this is, recruit?”

the recruit swallows. “yes, sir.” there’s a pause. “a pocket pussy, sir.” yes, a portal pocket pussy.

“good.” he takes the recruits hand, shoving the toy onto his grasps. “show me what you can do.”

and thats when the recruit finally shows some type of reaction, glancing back up and down from the pussy in hand to the ice cold stare of his Lieutenant. “you mean….use it? sir?”

soap interrupts, “lick it, finger it, fuck it, prove yourself kid.”

theres a moment of hesitation but with three of his superiors there, nothing could be done, so the recruit slowly brings his fingers up and down the silicon slit that feels just a little too real to be considered silicon. technology must have advanced quickly!

price looms over the shoulder of the recruit, eyes narrowing on his careful choices. “c’mon son, you a virgin? that how you fuck a lady?”

so the recruit swallows his inhibitions and sinks two fingers into the warm cunt. hes immediately met with a lewd squelch and his fingers burn with a heat that he assumes is his own embarrassment. and hes so enamored with the way the toy seems to squeeze around him that he doesn’t even notice three particular stares watching the way the toy magically gets wetter and wetter.

and then he passes it down the line as instructed to do per captain’s orders. the next recruit is much more eager, his dick already out as he slaps his hardened length against the plush cunt of the toy. he’s nudging the clit with his tip before sinking his average dick into the cute little hole thats just made with so much detail for a toy!

then theres a man whos pushing in the base of his knife into the hole, collecting the drippings and shoving it back in with the tenderness of a brick. then a boy who can only swipe frantically across its clit. then some brute who’s humping his dick lamely into the soft opening. one by one, they pass down the toy- some determined to show “skill,” and others just wanting an excuse to get off.

and then theyre nearing the end of the line. soap takes the toy and puts it in the recruits hand. the recruit doesnt hesitate, but calmly brings the toy to his lips. he experimentally blows against the clit and miraculously, it twitches. theres a soft kitten lick at the bundle of nerves before he engulfs it all into his warm mouth, sucking tenderly on the throbbing bud.

he pants softly against the sopping cunt, slipping in two fingers subtly and curling them up in an excruciatingly slow pace. “horny fuck,” says soap, but the recruit ignores him, spitting down the slit before feverishly taking whatever can fit into his mouth.

“at least the boy is committed,” remarks ghost, crossing his arms as he observes the way the recruit is practically grinding his own face into the toy, nose tapping on the underside of the clit with every press of his tongue.

if someone needed to know the meaning of addiction, this was the epitome of it- the way he was sucking on you deliriously, with no intent of stopping, licking and swallowing every bit of arousal that was produced. and it probably would have kept going, if not for the sudden squirt of the toy that sends the recruit pulling back from shock.

everyone stares in awe, and even more so from three particular men. its quiet and the only sounds that can be heard is the filthy drips of squirt falling onto the ground. “didnt know she could do that…” soap mumbles softly. “you ever…?”

and before he can even finish asking the question, ghost answers in one of the most unpleasant tones ever heard, “no. never.”

the recruit wipes his chin with the back of his hand, lowering the pocket pussy. “some toy youve got. didnt know they made those features.”

price stands curiously, approaching the recruit with an unreadable expression. “whats your name, son?”

and the recruit doesnt back down but rather, he stands tall. “kyle garrick, sir.”

~bonus~

*reader sending a picture of soaked through jeans to the tf141 group chat with the caption “you fuckers.”*

a/n gaz is a munch! I know it

[ripempezardexerox]

[oceansglimmer]

i like to imagine myself being pope's cool brave gf. but the truth is, if this was irl and he was leaving me to go on some dangerous ass job i'd be hysterically sobbing, screaming, throwing up, begging his ass to just go work at a dunkin donuts or something like please there are other options out there

[wistfulyears]

[urmomsgnocchi]

18+

my personal headcannon is that pope likes it rough, he wants to fuck you into the bed until you're screaming and clawing at his body, leaving bite marks and bloody scratches on his shoulders and biceps, but he's so so ashamed of it.

he's fucking you so hard the bed frame almost splinters but he's apologizing the whole time, almost in tears himself, he's sure he's hurting you but he can't stop because its too good.

you have to run your fingers through his hair and remind him that he's made you cum so many times already, that you want this, want him, that he's doing so good, he's so good, your good boy fucking you how he knows you need him to.

[kairithemang0-fm]

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