pope definitely has hyperspermia, especially pope from the first seasons. pope, who just got out of prison, who is touch starved and broken.
you feel it the first time he fucks you. you both cling to each other like a lifeline, not letting the other pull away even for a second. his thick cock abuses your sensitive, gummy walls with deep, rough thrusts, kissing your cervix every time, making your throat feel raw and sore.
you’re still a little lightheaded from the orgasm pope ripped out of you when you feel it.
his cum is making you fuller with every twitch of his big cock inside you, to the point where it feels like your lower abdomen is starting to swell—and maybe it really is swelling, because pope just keeps cumming, keeps filling your pussy with his thick load.
and when he finally pulls out of you, you immediately feel something leaking out of your slit—there’s so much of it, you're convinced you've peed yourself.
and pope?
pope just stares, as if spellbound. your pretty pussy is all puffy and dirty from all his cum and he can’t help himself from scooping up the white fluid with two fingers and shoving it back inside you , but it just makes even more of it come out of you.
and that just makes him hard again. so hard and so ready just for you.
synopsis: caleb loves watching you sleep. more than he should, probably.
tags: rough sex, p in v, caleb eats you out very enthusiastically, afab! reader, uses of 'gege' and 'meimei,' a lil bit of dumbification, praise kink
warnings: somno, dub-con, undernegotiated kink. read at your own risk, please!
notes: caleb unleashes a demon inside of me i think . anw first post for this blog lol, please heed the tags and note that i'm a lil rusty at writing ! otherwise, enjoy this piece of depravity <3
divider by: @cursed-carmine .ᐟ
caleb is familiar with all the different versions of you.
he likes the version of you in the morning, eyes half-lidded and soft from sleep, the gentle curvature of your waist peeking through your shirt as you lift your arms up when you yawn. he likes the version of you when your head is tilted back as you laugh, the sound twinkling, easy - your neck bare and showing supple, unmarked skin. he likes the version of you when you're pouting at him, grumbling about him getting home late, even as your touch remains tender and feather-light on his arm as you tug him into the kitchen.
he likes - loves - all the different versions of you. still, there's something about the tranquility of you in sleep that tugs something different within him, a kind of yearning and want that goes deeper than his admiration for you as his gege.
god, he thinks you're doing it on purpose sometimes. the way your leg raises in your sleep, revealing just a little bit more of your inner thigh beneath your cotton shorts. the way your lips are parted slightly, letting out soft snores and incoherent mumbling as you dream. the way your eyelashes fan against your cheeks delicately. the way your chest rises and falls slowly with the rhythm of your breathing.
you're vulnerable like this, unguarded in a way you're not when you're awake. the worries fade between your brows, the tension in your shoulders relaxes. he craves it - this version of you at your basest. he likes that no one else sees you like this, that only he's privy to this kind of defenselessness.
it's perverted, he knows. the way his cock throbs beneath his jeans even at the slightest glimpse of you sleeping, getting his boxers wet with pre-cum embarrassingly quickly. but a deeper part of him doesn't care - it's only natural for him to be attracted to you all the time, isn't it?
his pretty, pretty meimei. his pretty girlfriend, all his.
. . . ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 .ᐟ
caleb tries not to go home too late often. he really does. in fact, he's usually buzzing to get home to you, the thought of pulling you into his arms after a long day of work getting him through grueling schedules. still, sometimes, his duty as colonel gets in the way of his precious time with you, hence - coming home when the sun is already peeking through the horizon, making the far distance flush with pink.
he doesn't announce his arrival when he comes home, willing the door and his footsteps to be silent to not wake you. he kicks off his shoes and undoes the buttons on his uniform as he walks up the stairs to your shared bedroom, eager to get in bed with you. he's already picturing it - you, curled up in the blankets, your foot peeking out on one side. your hair, tussled with sleep, your arms clutching the pillow that smells like him. cute.
imagine his surprise when he opens the door to your bedroom and sees . . . you, asleep, laid out in the bed on your stomach. your leg raised, spreading your thighs apart. your soft, supple skin, barely covered with pretty pink, lace lingerie.
it's a sight that's enough to knock the breath out of his lungs. his footsteps halt, his eyes trained on the delicate lace, on the miles and miles of bare skin laid out before him. it's skimpy, it's angelic, and god - you look good enough to eat.
he stalks toward you, hands twitching, itching to touch. he doesn't last a second, already running his hands all over your waist, tracing the lines of your curves carefully. the black leather of his gloves is stark against your skin. he pulls them off with his teeth, throwing them somewhere across the room. it lands on the floor with a soft thump. he keeps touching you, reverent, his thumb dipping below the hem of the lace of your panties. he bites back a groan as he sees that there's a slit, your wet cunt glistening and wetting the fabric.
"god," he groans, a believer praying at his place of worship. "fuck, meimei. all this for me?"
your eyes fluttered open at his persistent touches, at the sound of his voice. the soft, sleepy sound you make makes his heart jump.
"keep sleeping," he breathes out, his pupils blown, eyes dark with want. "just sleep, relax for me."
he watches your eyelids close again, and waits for the sound of your breathing to even out. waits until your limp in his arms again, until your quiet snoring fills his ears. it tugs at his heartstrings, the way you trust and obey him so completely.
he releases a breath he didn't know he was holding. then, finally, he leans down and presses his lips on the soft skin of your inner thigh, his teeth grazing it lightly to leave a mark. he takes his time with you, pausing every time he sees you stirring, waiting for you to fall asleep again. he marks you to his content, your thighs a mural of red marks, slick with his spit.
he pulls back to admire his handiwork, chest rising and falling quickly.
shit. he wants to taste you. he's so hard it hurts. he unbuckles his pants, heaving out a sigh of relief as he pulls out his cock, flushed a deep red at the tip. it curls against his stomach, hot and heavy and twitching. he kicks off his pants, getting into bed with you, feeling the bed dip at his weight. he wraps his hand around his length, his thumb smearing the pre-cum on the head of it. he leans down, finally, his breath ghosting over your cunt. he lets go of his cock and places both his hands on top of your cheeks, spreading them to get a better look at you. you're obscene, filthy, dripping wet just for him.
he licks a stripe over heat before diving in like a man starved, his tongue delving inside you as his thumb spreads your labia majora for easier access. he licks up your juices, getting his chin wet and slick with your combined fluids. dipping lower, he sucks on your clit, a filthy slurping sound that would have surely made you flush and hide if you were awake. your hips thrust up unconsciously, and he lays a hand on the small of your back to pin you down as he keeps eating. he doesn't stop until your hips are twitching, until you're letting out these quiet whimpers that make his cock weep.
miraculously, you keep sleeping.
when he pulls away, licking his lips, your eyes are still closed even as your breathing is uneven, your mouth parted a little wider to let out soft, breathy whines.
he can't wait anymore. he straddles your legs, slapping the head of his cock to your cunt with a wet thwack. he groans quietly, letting his length drag over your folds, messing up the pretty lingerie more than it already is.
"fuck." he curses under his breath, feeling his self-control slip by the second. he lines up the head of his cock to your entrance, moaning lowly when your cunt welcomes him with a soft pop. he feeds you everything inch by inch, until the tip of his cock is snug against your cervix, until his hips meet the back of your thighs.
he takes a moment to admire the view, one he'll never tire of. he leans down and presses a soft kiss to his cheek before pulling out slowly, letting you feel the drag of his cock until only the head is inside.
he chuckles quietly as he watches you whimper, the sound tender and fond.
then your eyes snap open as he grabs your hips and pulls you back onto his cock in one smooth thrust, a silent gasp escaping you as he knocks the breath out of your lungs.
"gege," you slur out, still sleepy, hands clutching against the sheets as he starts fucking you in earnest. "guh - gege, what's . . ."
"so pretty," he praises, his gaze drifting to your half-lidded eyes, widening ever so slightly every time he sheathes his dick inside of your gummy walls. "so pretty when you're sleeping, meimei, fuck, can never get enough of you -"
fuck. are those tears in your eyes? already? he scoffs, the heat in his stomach coiling like a string threatening to snap. he raises your hips, practically smooshing your cheeks into the pillows with every snap of his hips. he lets out a breathless laugh - god, he can't help it. when you're so easy for him, he can't help but be a little mean.
"cute," he murmurs, bending down to kiss the corner of your eye. the new angle makes you yelp, makes his cock hit deeper, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. "take me so well, baby. so tight around me, fuck. can fuck you forever."
"forever," you hiccup, echoing his words. "wan' it, wan't it so bad, gege, please -"
his hips stutter momentarily, groaning at your pleading. you beg so sweetly for him, how can he resist?
he pulls out, ignoring your cute little whine. he turns you around so you're laying on your back, and his hands grip the back of your thighs, pressing them against your chest so he's got you in a mating press. his cock slides in easily enough, but now he can watch the dumb, cockdrunk expression on your face as he bottoms out.
"you like this," he accuses, the snapping of his hips turning mean. the wet, squealching sounds make the blush on your face travel down to your neck, and he watches, fascinated. "you like being used in your sleep. my cute, pretty meimei - how did i never know you were so filthy?"
you don't respond, too busy being fucked to high heaven to care. your back arches as he keeps going - sharp, fast, and brutal - making your head spin.
he can't take it. your expression is so cute, the tears streaking your cheeks enough to make his cock twitch dangerously.
"c'mon," he murmurs, slowing his thrusts to deep, languid strokes that make your toes curl. sweat is beading at his forehead, falling to his neck. "c'mon, my pretty girl. my meimei. cum for me."
you never were very good at denying him anything.
he hisses when you tighten around him, legs shaking as you come undone. babbles of his name and other pleas escape your lips, your neck bared to him as your head is thrown back against the pillows. fuck - it's angelic. it's the most beautiful sight he's ever seen.
it isn't long before he's spilling inside you, the heat flooding your cunt making you whimper. god, you're so full of him you think you can't breathe. his hips keep moving in slow, shallow thrusts, fucking his spend deeper into you, making sure it takes.
his lips quirk up into a small, fond smile as he watches your breathing even out again, your eyes fluttering close as you slump down on the bed, exhausted. he brushes away the strands of hair from your face, revealing your soft, flushed skin.
how pretty. how precious. his meimei, his pipsqueak, all his.
being titus' favorite cartgirl at the danforth golf course in the summer⋆˖°🏌🏼♀️⚘.˚⛳⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱
mixing his gin tonic while he tugs on your ponytail and asks you who else you've served today. "were they nice? respectful?" "yes sir!" you chirp in response and he's smirking beneath his round glasses.
titus loves to publically toe the line, too. you're leaning over your cart to put some ice in his cup and he's using the tip of his five iron club to lift up your skirt in the slight breeze. tilting his head to see up your skirt, he looks pleased when you squeal and giggle. "just checking to see if you're in uniform, sweets"
the "uniform" being the danforth crested thong he slipped into your tip jar last week <3
title: soft reset
dynamic: stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
tw: dd:dne, dubcon, fem!reader, fauxcest, he calls you “sweetie”, (egregious amounts of) daddy kink, age gap, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, bdsm (bondage + sadism), mild brat taming, unprotected sex, edging, breeding kink, squirting, forced orgasms, fingerfucking, spit kink, gun play (look away if you don't want a gun in your mouth!), choking, spanking, pussy slapping, fear play, sex toy usage, anal play, degradation/humiliation kink (he calls you a slut once!), he's a little mean but it's bc he knows what's best for you, angst (with a happy ending!)
context: you've been keeping your distance from your daddy and he's done waiting for you to let him back in…
wc: 6.0k
a/n: again, I dont usually do requests, but this anonymous ask really sang to me plus I have been feeling a little mushier as of late so I whipped this up! though it did just end up being raunchy porn…
hope it's a hot read ♡
You don't normally sleep in your room anymore. That's how Jack knows something bad must've happened, since you aren't in his bed when he gets home from his SWAT shift.
“I don't want to talk about it.” You mumble to him when he stirs you awake.
“Sweetie, I have work in a few hours.” Jack was hoping to spend some quality time with you before going to sleep for his night shift.
His words only make you burrow further into yourself. Because you know he works extra to take care of you. It's been that way since your mom left the two of you for some guy she met on a business trip.
“It's my fault you work so much. You don't have to remind me.” You're acting as stubborn as ever.
Jack sighs. “That's not what I was saying. I mean I want to spend time with my daughter.”
“I'm not even your real daughter…” You hate that you say that out loud instead of keeping it in your head.
“You're right.” He sits down at your bedside, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “You aren't my real daughter. Because if you were, I wouldn't be able to do this.”
You don't move away fast enough.
It shouldn't sway you so easily, the feeling of his lips on yours. But it does.
It always does.
But whatever pleasure you feel from how soft and lovely his kisses are is quickly washed away when you remember why you're so upset right now.
“I'm sorry.” You have a habit of apologizing over nothing, though maybe you're apologizing for pulling away from him. “I just want to be alone right now. Is that okay?”
“Only if you address me properly and ask.” Jack wants to see if he can flip that switch in your head.
The one that leads you into the comfort of a sub space.
But you say the words without the usual, cute cadence, “please, daddy. Can I be alone?”
It breaks his heart to see you so closed off.
He can't do much about it, though.
Sometimes you get into these moods.
But when it goes on for over a week, Jack simply can't do it anymore.
“You have to talk to me.” He doesn't want you to keep it in.
You shake your head, curling into your comforter further. “I don't want to talk about it.”
“Come on, sweetie.” He nudges your shoulder but it only makes you scoot away. “At least sleep next to me. I'm off tonight.”
“No.” You're blunt with the single word and Jack tries not to feel put off by how adamant you are to be away from him.
“Why not?” He can't stand this back and forth…
It isn't like he's frustrated with you. It's the situation that's frustrating. But he knows if he raises his voice or pushes you too hard, you'll close off even more.
Like when you tell him, “because I want to be alone. I don't want you near me right now.”
“Do you hate me?” Jack shouldn't have asked that. There's obvious turmoil on your face when he does.
“No.” The word comes out shaky this time.
“Then what is it?”
You can't tell him. You have to keep it to yourself, just until you can figure out what to do.
“I'm sorry, daddy.” You apologize like you have been for the past week. “I really don't want to talk about it, please.”
“Whatever it is, you can tell me.”
You shake your head at him.
Not this. Not yet at least.
Because there's no way you can tell him that you're late.
Jack will notice it eventually. He's been so busy with work lately that he probably thought you already had your period and he just wasn't around for your usual symptoms.
But when he figures it out…you don't know what you'll do.
Will he be happy or…you don't want to even think about the other option.
The one where he tells you he doesn't want to have a baby with you.
Because why would he?
He's your stepfather. It's weird enough that you and him have been sleeping together, in both iterations of the word, but to have a baby with him?
You feel like you've gone crazy for actually wanting to keep it if you are pregnant.
But…you do.
You love Jack. And you know he loves you but you're unsure if that love extends to this kind of relationship.
Where you're the mother of his child and not just his daughter…
That's what you've been grappling with.
You're so scared to tell him because you're so scared that everything will change and not for the better.
That's why you're hoping your period comes, even though you would like to have his baby.
But your period just won't start and you can't be around him while you're worried you might be pregnant.
“Will you please leave?” You ask him again but this time, he won't budge.
“Even if you won't tell me, I'm not leaving your side.” It is selfish of Jack to think it but he has been in desperate need of your warm body pressed up against his. He's incredibly touch starved, having been denied access to your affection for over a week.
“Jack, I want to be alone.” You use his name in hopes that'll put more distance between the two of you, so he knows you're serious.
But it only makes him get closer to you, laying down beside you in your bed. “And I want to be here.”
You get up then. “Then I'll go somewhere.”
There's no way you're being serious right now—
Jack sees that you've packed a bag. Like you've been preparing for this scenario.
To leave him.
That won't do.
You will not be leaving him. The thought should not even cross your mind.
And yet, you still grab a hold of your bag.
You still walk out your bedroom.
And now, Jack has lost the remaining amount of patience he had.
You yelp when he yanks you by your arm, pushing you against the hallway wall, snatching your bag from your shoulder and tossing it across the hardwood, the bag thudding on the ground.
“You're hurting me!” You tug at his grip, but it's too strong. “Jack, stop!”
“That's it then? I'm just “Jack” to you now?” There's a heat in his eyes that you haven't seen in a long time.
And it has you retreating into yourself again, your eyes shifting away from his.
“Oh no you don't.” He shakes his head, grabbing at your chin, engulfing your jaw with his free hand, making you look into those eyes you were trying so hard to avoid. “You're staying right here, with me, present in the moment.”
“I don't want to—” You're silenced with his mouth on yours, his tongue dipping into it without warning, his body pressing you against the wall to stop you from worming your way out of his grasp. “Jack—!”
“Shut up.” He silences you with a strict command, his words hot and heavy against your lips, “listen carefully. You're getting in bed with me whether you like it or not.”
Of course you'll like it but…would he even want to touch you knowing what you know?
The look of anguish on your face kills something inside of Jack. He can't look at you like this for another second.
He needs to wipe the slate clean.
Drown you in a feeling that only he can give you.
So he grabs you by your beautiful face and his lips are back on yours before you can say a word of protest.
You aren't even fighting him. You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss kissing him.
You missed it so much that when he glides his tongue along yours, a moan escapes from your lips.
“That's it, sweetie. Focus on feeling good.” Jack coaxes you towards that comfort you've been craving.
The comfort you don't think you deserve.
He feels the shift, the tension in your body, you stiffening up instead of relaxing.
He has to escalate.
He has to make it so you can't think of whatever is plaguing your mind.
So, he shoves you towards his bedroom.
You stumble on your feet, barely catching yourself before he pushes you again. And again. Until you're through the threshold and behind a locked door.
“Get on the bed.” Jack won't ask twice. “Or I tie you to it.”
“Jack—”
“You know what to call me.” He raises his voice just a bit so you know you will be making him very angry if you disobey.
“Daddy, please, I don't want—” You can't finish your sentence because he grabs you by your chin again, clamping your jaw shut tight.
“You don't want me?” That makes him really mad. “Too bad. You're stuck with me, sweetie.”
He throws you down onto the bed before opening the drawer of his bedside table. The one that has the gun.
Jack points it at you. “Lay down.”
He's never done this before. And you know the gun is loaded. Why is he—
He flips the safety off. “I won't ask again.”
You lay down flat on your back and Jack smiles at how easily you listen when there's a gun trained on you.
“Good girl.” He climbs onto the bed with you until he's hovering above you with the gun still pointed at your head. “Now, do I need to tie you up or will you listen?”
“I-I'll listen.” You let out in a scared whimper which has Jack's cock throbbing in his pants.
It is hard not to enjoy how frightened you look. It fuels the sadist in him that crawls out in the darkness of the night.
“Strip.” He lifts the hem of your shirt up with the gun. “Now.”
You don't hesitate, peeling all your layers off until you're completely naked. You bite your lip to suppress making a noise when you see Jack kneading his cock through his pants with his other hand at the sight of you sprawled beneath him. He's already raring to go.
And he loves how wet you are for him already.
“Is this for me?” He points his gun at your pussy, gesturing at the slick built up there.
“Please, daddy, not the gun.” You don't think he would but…now you're unsure because you never thought he would pull his gun on you ever.
“You don't get to tell me what to do, sweetie.” He shakes his head at you, feigning disappointment. “You know better.”
He drags the tip of his gun along the length of your stomach and you blink back tears when it rests above your womb.
That's an interesting reaction.
Jack blinks at you and it's like you know he's figured it out.
You immediately start to panic, “it's not what—”
“Are you pregnant?” Is that what you've been hiding from him?
And from the looks of it, he must be right.
Jack has never seen so many emotions run through you all at once. Not on the day your mom left. Not on the day he first kissed you. Not on the day the two of you slept together for the first time.
But right now, the face you're making is so distraught.
It makes him feel guilty how much he likes it.
Because is this seriously what you've been worried about for the last week?
It's a valid thing to be afraid of. Pregnancy is not for everyone. Maybe you were working up the courage to tell him you didn't want to have his baby.
Which would, of course, break his heart but it would be your choice to make and he would respect it.
But he has a feeling that isn't why you look so haunted right now.
“M-My period hasn't come yet. I'm sorry.” The words just spill out at the same rate as your tears fall, “I'll go to the clinic if you want me to. We can forget it ever happened. I—”
Your eyes widen when you feel Jack press his gun against your lips, stopping you from saying anything else.
“If you say another word, I'll make you deep throat my gun.” His threat is real because he pushes the tip of his gun into your mouth, your lips nervously sealing around it.
He wishes it was his cock but he has to make due for now.
“Just nod or shake your head.” Jack doesn't want to hear words from you right now. Only firm choices. “Do you think you're pregnant?”
You nod.
“Do you want to keep the baby?”
You nod again, though he can tell you're anxious about doing so.
“Do you think I don't want to have a baby with you?”
Your nod this time makes his heart ache.
“Now what would've given you that impression?” Jack rests his free hand against your lower belly, kneading it the way he knows you like it, your legs wriggling in response. “My sweet girl is having her daddy's baby. It must be mine, right?”
You nod and relief floods his body. He knows he's the only man in your life but Jack still worries sometimes that you aren't as crazy about him as he is about you.
Crazy enough to have a loaded gun pointed at you so you have to stay in the moment and not spiral away in your head.
“This is my baby.” He rubs your belly and you feel so strange.
A weird mix of relief and nerves…
Because Jack goes, “why did my daughter try to hide my baby from me?”
You swallow nervously, your lips still latched around his gun.
“We wasted a whole week of time we could've spent together as a family.” He lets out a dejected sigh. “Now I have to punish you for doing that.”
You shake your head then, which draws out that sadistic smirk of his.
“Open your mouth wider, sweetie.” He forces the barrel of his gun into your mouth. “That's it, let me in. Good girl.”
You gag on his gun and then your body tenses when his other hand slips between your legs.
Oh god, what is he—
“Suck on daddy's gun.” Jack keeps his finger steady on the trigger. “Suck it like it's my cock while I make you cum.”
Your eyes are locked on his finger grazing the trigger with the same swiping motion that's torturing your clit right now. The taste of metal in your mouth, the filthy sucking noises that are filling the air, the wet sounds coming from your pussy, they make you feel so lightheaded.
“Pull my cock out for me, sweetie.” Jack inches closer to you until your hands are reach his pants, unzipping them to take his cock out. “Now, follow my pace.”
You should've known what was coming next.
Jack thrusts two fingers inside of you and your body tenses then erupts. You're cumming so hard on his fingers, choking on your own moans.
“You can do better than that.” He's referring to the weak grip you have on his cock and the orgasm that's ripping through your body right now. He looks down and dribbles spit onto your hands, getting your fingers nice and wet. “Rub it like you mean it, sweetie.”
It's so hard to focus, though. He knows this. That's the whole point.
Your mind can't latch onto the fear you were feeling before. You have one part of your brain trained on stroking his cock with your hands. Another part focused on sucking the gun barrel in your mouth. The other part trying desperately not to burst from how rough his fingers are fucking you right now.
Jack smiles when your eyes roll back and your toes curl as you squirt uncontrollably all over his fingers. Your voice gets caught in your throat and you feel like you're choking, which only adds to the pleasure, to that lightheaded feeling that has your mind swirling.
“Hands off of me now. Let me hear you tell me how good it feels.” He slowly pulls the gun out of your mouth, flipping the safety back on before tossing it aside.
Then, his hand grips your throat, pinning you down onto the bed. Your hands move to grab the sheets beside you, trying to steady yourself because Jack's fingers are stirring up your insides without mercy.
“Come on, say it.”
“It feels so good, daddy.” You tell him when your eyes lock with his as he forces another orgasm through you that has you gasping for air.
Jack pops his fingers out of you then, your legs spasming from the sudden loss.
Then, your whole body stills when he says, “did I say you could cum?”
“B-But—” Any words you want to say get cut off by his grip tightening around your neck.
“I asked you a question.” He smacks your pussy all of a sudden, making you yelp. “Answer me. Did I say you could cum?”
“No, daddy.” You bite down on your lip when he starts rubbing your clit again, your body bracing from him to smack you.
“And then what did you do?” He shakes his head at you, causing more tension to coil at your core.
“I'm sorry, I shouldn't have—”
Smack. You nearly cum when he hits your clit with his hand again, your body shaking like crazy now.
“Did I ask you to apologize?"
“No, daddy.” You let out in a meek whimper.
“Then what did I ask you?” He waits for your response, his hand hovering over your aching pussy.
You swallow, then answer. “You asked me what I did.”
“And?”
“I came.” You try not to wriggle too much from the humiliation of it all. Of knowing how easily your daddy can make you cum.
“You came so hard, you soaked the sheets.” Jack drags you up by your neck, making you look at the wet spot between your legs.
“I'm s—” He doesn't let you apologize, choking you harder now.
He doesn't want to hear it. You have nothing to apologize for. He likes making you cum. He wants you cumming like crazy for him.
“Don't apologize, sweetie.” His fingers slip back between your legs. “Just be honest with your daddy. Tell me what you want. Do you want to do it again?”
It takes you a moment but then you nod.
“I need to hear it.” He demands.
“Yes, daddy.” You tell him, then add, “I want to cum again.”
“Yeah?” He smacks your pussy again, watching you shiver in response. “My daughter wants to cum? Beg for it.”
“Please make me cum.” You look up at him, at his lips, then say, “please kiss me, daddy.”
Jack can't resist. He has missed kissing you.
He has missed the way you moan on his lips when his fingers dip back inside of you, curling right where you need them to. You're so close to cumming again but then he slows down, edging you, keeping you from your next orgasm.
“What's wrong, sweetie?” He nips at your bottom lip, smirking when you stare at him all needy.
“Your fingers…”
“What about them?” His eyes trail down to them buried between your legs. “Should I pull them out?”
“No!” You say quicker than you should and your whole body heats with embarrassment.
“No?” He nuzzles your nose, finding you so adorable.
He slowly tries to pull them away but you snatch his wrist, stopping him. You plead to him with your eyes and that makes him lean in for a kiss, grinning against your lips.
“Let me go, sweetie. I'll make you cum, don't worry. I just need to grab your favorite toy.” Jack's words have you clenching around his fingers tighter, making him chuckle. “Are you nervous?”
You were a mess the last time he did this. It's your favorite but…you can never think straight.
Maybe that's okay for today.
Maybe it's okay to let him do whatever he wants with you…
You let go of his wrist and Jack gets up from the bed, opening a nearby drawer. He grabs the toy and goes to clean it. He's always very careful when it comes to keeping things hygienic. Can't risk you getting an infection.
Especially when this little egg is going deep inside of you…
“I love this toy.” Jack drags the silicone tip of it along the length of your slit before pressing it against your clit, turning on the vibration. “Because it has a remote.”
He increases the vibration until you're kicking your legs, trying to get away from the sudden sensation.
“Stay still.” He tells you but you don't listen because your clit is getting bullied, shooting shockwaves through you.
Jack lets out a sigh, shaking his head with disappointment before shoving the toy inside of you, drawing a gasp from your lips when his fingers stay inside of you, pressing the intense vibrations right up against your womb.
“W-wait, wait—!” You cry out when he uses his fingertips to grind the vibrator against your womb, causing stars to flood your vision as your orgasm hits harder than before, your body convulsing beneath him.
He shuts the vibrations off once you've cum again, slipping his fingers out of you, giving you a little reprieve from the sudden onslaught of pleasure.
“On your belly, sweetie.” He nudges you to roll over and you do in your daze, not thinking it through. He has your ass up, liking the look of the thin silicone string from the toy hanging out of your pussy.
Nothing could've prepared you for Jack to lean in and start licking your clit with his warm tongue as he flips the vibrator back on. You're screaming into your pillow now, the vibrations pounding inside of you while he eats you out.
Then, you bite down on it when he spits on your ass and pushes a finger past the tight ring, all while his mouth is still playing with your clit and the vibrator is still buzzing inside of you.
You're gripping the bedsheets for dear life now.
“Oh god, daddy, I'm going to cum.” You bury your face back into your pillow after you say that and just as you predicted, you cum so hard that you pop the vibrating egg right out of you.
“Oh no, sweetie.” Jack pushes it back into you. “You have to keep it inside of you. Let daddy help.”
Your eyes widen when you feel the tip of his cock rubbing at your entrance. “Wait, Jack, what are you—”
He's never fucked you with this toy inside of you before. There's no way he can—
Jack slams every inch of his cock inside of you, driving the vibrator right up against that spot by your womb that has you squirting all over his cock. Your body is trying so hard to push his cock out of you, squeezing so much around him that he groans, his large hand splaying across your back to hold you in place, not letting you worm away.
He needs this. He needs to feel you lose control.
And you have completely lost it.
Because you can't escape the vibrations. He rolls his hips against your ass, grinding the vibrations deeper, his cock practically fucking it into your womb.
“Take it out, please!” You definitely can't let him keep fucking you with it inside of you!
“I can't, sweetie. My cock is in the way.” He says with a smirk you can't see but can definitely hear in his voice.
The sadist has come out…
And he knows his little masochist of a stepdaughter is having the time of her life cumming her brains out underneath him right now.
Jack is going to make sure this is a night you never forget.
So, he pushes you down, until your body is flat and he's fucking you into the mattress, the vibrations bullying your core. You're trapped under his weight, unable to move, unable to do anything but cum.
It only gets amplified when his hand is on the back of your head, shoving you into your pillow, muffling your screams from him adding another finger inside of your ass.
“That's it, sweetie. Cum until you can't think about anything else but your daddy fucking you.” He says, curling his fingers in your ass, pushing against the vibrations overwhelming your womb, pounding his cock so roughly into your dripping wet pussy over and over again that the sounds filling the room flood your mind.
You can't breathe. You can't hear anything but your daddy fucking you silly.
You can't possibly cum anymore but he keeps forcing orgasm after orgasm out of you.
“I'm going to fill your pussy up and make sure you are pregnant.” He lets out as his thrusts get even rougher. “I want my daughter to have my baby. Say you want to have my baby.”
You cry out when he sinks another finger into your ass, causing another orgasm to shoot through you at the same time, "I want to have your baby.”
“Whose baby?”
“Yours, daddy.” You say with a fierce nod, begging him to cum inside of you. “Give it to me. Make me have your baby.”
“You will. I'm going to make sure of it.” He pounds into you until you feel his release coat your womb, filling your lower belly with so much warmth that you're dizzy…
Jack breathes out heavy, his heart beating in his ears, staring down at how absolutely fucked you look.
He wants more.
He slips his fingers out of your ass and pulls his cock out of you, along with the vibrator, getting up from bed. You're so wiped out that you can't even protest him leaving you there. You don't have the energy to fight him.
Which is why you let him sink a dildo into your pussy all of a sudden.
“Daddy, what are you—” He flips you onto your back, pushing your thighs up towards your stomach.
Then, you watch as he ties them together at your knees, the beautiful red rope wrapping tightly around the soft flesh of your thighs.
“Grab a hold of it, sweetie.” Jack snaps at you to do so and you listen, against your best judgment.
He wraps the rope around your wrists, binding your hands to your thighs. You're completely exposed in this position and unable to move.
Which is why you can't stop Jack from grabbing the dildo and ramming it into your pussy until you cum so hard that you squirt all of a sudden.
“Are you trying to push my cum out?” He shakes his head at you. “Bad girl.”
He smacks your clit as punishment and you cum so quickly, reeling from the harshness. He likes that you can't escape, that you can't hide your twitching pussy from his sight with you all tied up like this. He'll need to leave you trembling even more.
“Stay still.” Jack says when he comes back from grabbing some medical tape.
“Wait, Jack—!” You feel that soft silicone egg pressing against your swollen clit. He applies several pieces of tape to secure it in place.
Then, he shows you the remote before telling you, “bad girls get punished, remember?”
Jack lays down beside you, cupping your face, seeing the scared expression on your face.
So, he whispers, “do you remember your safe word? Say it if you do.”
You nod at him. “Pope.”
Just hearing that word makes Jack's skin crawl but that's why it works.
“Good girl.” He leans in to give you a little kiss of reassurance. “Do you want to use it?”
You shake your head. You know you can but…
“You like being daddy's bad little girl.” He lets out a dark chuckle, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Remember you can say it any time.”
“I know, daddy.” You don't need to.
You're exactly where you want to be.
Jack flips the vibrator back on, only this time at the lowest setting. Then, he shifts back to where he can watch your pussy spasm as your orgasm builds, liking how it's trying so hard to milk the dildo that's sitting inside of you.
“You're dripping so much, sweetie.” Jack sees how your slick has trailed down to your pretty ass.
“I'm sorry.” You reply, just because it'll tick him off.
Which earns you his fingers back in your ass, drawing a loud whimper from your lips.
“I didn't raise a brat.” He spits on the vibrator buzzing on your clit right now. “No more apologies.”
You open your mouth to do it again but then he pulls the dildo out of your pussy and lines it up with your ass once his fingers slip out. It sinks in easily, making your toes curl when it hilts.
“You don't get to cum.” He increases the vibrations on your clit before he gets up from the bed again. “Not until I'm back inside of you. You better hold it in, sweetie.”
It's like an eternity before Jack is back from washing his hands and he chuckles at how much slick has built up since he has been gone.
“Please untie me, daddy.” You can't take being restrained any longer.
“If I untied you earlier, you would've touched yourself.” Jack runs his fingertips along your aching pussy, pulling such a needy whine from your lips.
“Please let me cum.” You'll die if he edges you any longer. “Please.”
“I told you, only on my cock.” Jack decided to strip while he was away, so he can stroke his cock to the sight of you right now, getting hard again.
“I need my daddy's cock.” You want it right now.
“Do you?” His hands move to the ropes binding you, undoing the knots, setting you free before he sits up in bed. “Then take it, sweetie.”
Jack smirks at how eagerly you get on your hands and knees, crawling over to him before you grab his cock and pull it into your lovely mouth. You suck on his cock, moaning when he turns up the vibrations bullying your clit.
“Please, daddy.” You spit on his cock, stroking it with such desperation in your eyes as you ask, “can I ride your cock?”
“Go ahead.” He invites you to and you mount him a little too quickly, drawing another laugh from him that has your core shivering from how degrading it is. “I like it when my daughter is all needy for cock.”
“Only your cock.” You sink down onto him, your whole body trembling with need. “Oh god, daddy, I'm going to cum—”
Jack goes to smack your ass and that's enough to have you completely unraveling on top of him, making a mess in his lap from how hard you cum.
“Does spanking you make you squirt, sweetie?” He smacks your ass again, harder this time, watching you squirt uncontrollably in response. “When did you become such a slut?”
“I'm sorry, daddy.” You brace for the punishment you crave.
Jack gives it to you, spanking you even harder this time, surely leaving his mark on your ass. “You really want to piss me off today.”
“I'm s—” You choke on your apology when he pushes a finger inside of your pussy along with his cock. “W-Wait stop—!”
You grab a hold of his shoulders, trying to steady yourself as Jack shoves another finger inside of you before curling it against where the vibrations are pounding your clit.
You see stars immediately, your vision searing with them the moment your orgasm shoots through you.
“Keep riding my cock and my fingers, sweetie.” Jack smacks your ass again, trying to get you to continue rolling your hips against his lap. “You don't get a break.”
“Oh daddy, I can't stop cumming.” You lean your forehead against his, breathing out, “it feels so good. I can't think straight…”
“You don't need to think. Just kiss your daddy.” He meets your lips halfway, smiling when you kiss him back with so much affection.
You missed kissing him a lot, especially with his cock inside of you and his fingers stretching you out further. You cum even more when Jack grabs the base of the dildo and starts fucking your ass with it while you ride him.
He's stealing your breath away with every kiss and your mind has gone completely blank.
All you can do right now is drown in the constant pleasure.
When Jack gets close, he throws you onto your back so he can pound into your pussy freely, his lower body pressing the vibrator against your clit harder with every thrust, the dildo burying deeper into your ass.
“Tell me whose pussy I'm fucking right now.” He groans, his cock throbbing inside of you, close to bursting. “Tell me, sweetie.”
“Your daughter's.” You pull him towards you by his face and tell him between loving kisses. “You're fucking my pussy, daddy.”
“That's right.” His breaths get more ragged against your lips. “I'm fucking a baby into my daughter.”
“Yes, please. Give it to me, daddy.” You grind up towards him, meeting his thrusts, wanting him to cum.
And he does. He cums so much more than the first time that you're leaking some of it out with every thrust.
“Please don't stop.” Your body is tensing up. You're getting close to another orgasm again. “Please keep fucking me until you're soft.”
“Fucking hell.” He grabs you by the hips and blindly pounds into you, ignoring the overstimulation. “My daughter really loves her daddy's cock, doesn't she?”
You can't even get a response out because you're cumming all over his cock. That's enough of a response for him.
You're still reeling from that last orgasm as he gently pulls the vibrator off of your clit and pulls the dildo out of your ass. You whimper when he slips out of you, his cum leaking out with it. You go to plug your pussy up with your fingers but Jack stops you.
“It's okay if it spills, sweetie. I can fuck you as much as you want.” He doesn't work for a few days anyways. “We'll get you pregnant, if you aren't already.”
Your hand rests at your lower belly instead, wondering if you are pregnant. With the amount of cum he just dumped into you, it would be impressive if you weren't since you aren't on any birth control.
Jack helps you up and takes you into the bathroom with him, where he has had a bath drawn, ready for the two of you. You help him with his prosthetic and he gets in first like he always does. You head in after, straddling his lap, resting your head against his shoulder, nuzzling his warm neck.
You kiss one of the freckles there, making him chuckle so warmly at you. “You spoil me, sweetie.”
“Because I love you.” You tell him and you can feel his pulse quicken against your lips at his neck. “It's okay if you don't—”
“I love you too.” He lifts your face off of him so he can look you in the eyes when he tells you. “I love you more than a father would for his daughter.”
You whisper to him, “I'm not really your daughter though.”
“Don't break your daddy's heart like that.” He leans in to leave a mark on your neck, nipping at your skin with so much care. “You'll always be my daughter. You're my family.”
“I like being in your family.” You say with a big smile.
“Yeah?” He pulls you in closer before asking, “so you don't mind that your uncle will be staying with us for a few days?”
You giggle at him. “I think you're the one who has a problem with it.”
“What makes you say that?” Jack raises an eyebrow at you, seeing the mischievous smile that forms on your face.
Then, you answer in a whisper, “because his name is our safe word.”
He scoffs but you know it bothers Jack that his identical twin brother, your uncle Pope, has had his eye on you too.
This will surely be a fun family reunion…
a/n: look…if I didn't set up a future threesome with Pope, I knew I'd regret it…so here's to a yummy follow up to this fic sometime soon! this was supposed to be a short little drabble and then I got super horny and just really wanted to fuck daddy!jack so bad so oops…
this is a collection of nsfw videos submitted by my lovely readers for freak nation to enjoy during moments of self-care when thinking of their favorite cody, andrew "pope" cody ♡
by proceeding past the “keep reading”, you are acknowledging that you are an adult and that you are fully aware that every link in this archive is curated porn!
welcome to the library of freak nation (andrew "pope" cody edition):
a/n: for those who do not want to use twitter (like me), I paste the link into cobalt.tools and then you can download/watch it from there! hope that helps, happy watching ❀
⟡ andrew “pope” cody's current video count: 16 ⟡
▷ he's eager to go down on you · source · ⏱ 00:11
▷ soaking your underwear in his cum · source · ⏱ 02:50 · ⚠ pussy slapping, spit, cumshot ⚠
▷ tattoo artist!pope hitting it from the back · source · ⏱ 00:23 · ⚠ hair pulling ⚠
▷ pounding you in smurf's garage · source · ⏱ 00:24 · ⚠ non-con (she says no!), bdsm ⚠
▷ teaching you what an older cock can do · source · ⏱ 09:12 · ⚠ age gap, choking, spanking ⚠
▷ masked!pope fucking you in the passenger seat · source · ⏱ 00:38 · ⚠ praise kink, glove kink, slapping, mask kink, choking, car sex, daddy kink ⚠
▷ punishing pope for being a bad boy· source · ⏱ 02:20 · ⚠ bondage, submissive man, blindfold, she does all the work (a warning for my pillow princesses LOL!) ⚠
▷ pope showing you how well he can eat pussy · source · ⏱ 05:01 · ⚠ fingersucking, choking ⚠
▷ giving pope the ride of his life after he gets back from prison · source · ⏱ 02:18 · ⚠ she does all the work (a warning for my pillow princesses LOL!) ⚠
▷ porn star!pope showing you how good anal can feel · source · ⏱ 01:02 · ⚠ anal ⚠
▷ porn star!pope making your pussy drip from anal · source · ⏱ 02:01 · ⚠ anal, squirting (subtle!) ⚠
▷ stepbrother!pope giving you only the tip · source · ⏱ 02:58 · ⚠ pussy slapping (with his cock) ⚠
▷ porn star!pope enjoying both of your holes thoroughly · source · ⏱ 07:38 · ⚠ the video actually ends at 6:46 btw!, spit kink (a lot of spitting on her ass), VERY gaping holes (fully spread pussy and ass), prolapsed asshole, anal sex, rimming (f!receiving, he also kisses her after doing this just fyi!), choking, he does put it in her ass and then back into her pussy (big no no irl 😂! but it's porn so I assume they're very clean about it lol...), hair pulling, creampie ⚠
▷ toxic!pope tying you up and making you cum until you're his again · source · ⏱ 01:20 · ⚠ fingerfucking, bondage ⚠
▷ fucking you thoroughly because he missed you · source · ⏱ 01:55
▷ eagerly eating you out after being away on a job · source · ⏱ 01:55 · ⚠ fully spread pussy ⚠
a/n: thank you to all my lovely readers who sent in this curated porn for the members of freak nation to consume ♡
if you want to check out any other character's media archives, head over to the main archive!
The bunker garage is thick with the smell of motor oil and hot metal, the low hum of classic rock drifting from an old speaker Dean rigged up years ago.
He’s bent over the same motorcycle he’s been tinkering with for weeks—some beat-up vintage Harley he salvaged from a hunt a few months ago gone sideways. His broad back is glistening with sweat under the harsh overhead lights. No shirt. Just worn jeans slung low on his hips and a streak of grease across one sharp cheekbone.
You pause in the doorway, throat dry. He’s absolutely massive like this.
Shoulders carved from years of dragging monsters into graves, back muscles flexing every time he handles a wrench. The dim light catches on the ridges of his abs when he straightens, wiping sweat from his brow with the back of his forearm. That v-line disappearing into his jeans makes your pulse stutter.
“Eyes up here, sweetheart,” he drawls without even turning around, voice rough like gravel under tires. But there’s that smirk in it. He knows exactly what he does to you.
You step closer anyway, boots quiet on the concrete. “Thought you said you’d be done by now.” Dean sets the wrench down with a metallic clink and finally faces you.
God, he’s big.
Six-foot-one of pure hunter, chest rising slow, those green eyes dark with something that has nothing to do with the bike. His hand—fuck, that hand, flexes at his side, palm wide enough to span half your ribcage if he wanted.
“Got distracted.” His gaze drags down your body like a physical touch. “C’mere.”
You don’t make it two steps before he’s on you. One big arm hooks around your waist and hauls you up against him, your feet barely brushing the floor. He’s already half-hard in his jeans, you can feel the thick line of him pressing into your stomach, heavy and insistent.
"Dean—” you breathe, but he cuts you off with a filthy kiss, tongue sliding deep, claiming. His free hand cradles the back of your head, fingers spread so wide his pinky brushes the top of your spine.
Your skull fits in his palm like it was made for it.
“Been thinkin’ about this tight little pussy all damn day,” he growls against your mouth, nipping your bottom lip. “While I’m out here sweatin’, gettin’ my hands dirty… all I can picture is you stretched around my cock, cryin’ for more even when you’re already full.”
He walks you backward until your ass hits the edge of the workbench. Tools rattling, and then suddenly, he’s lifting you like you weigh nothing, setting you on the scarred wood and stepping between your thighs.
His abs contract as he leans in— completely cut like fresh hawaiian rolls, glistening, the kind of muscle that makes your mouth water. You run your hands over them, nails scraping, and he hisses.
“Yeah? Like what you see, baby?” He grabs your wrist and presses your palm flat against his stomach, letting you feel every ridge.
“All this for you. But you know what you really want.”He grinds forward, letting you feel the massive bulge straining against denim. Even through layers, it’s intimidating. Thick and long. The kind of dick that ruins you for anyone else.
Dean doesn’t waste time. He yanks your shorts down your legs in one rough tug, panties gone with them. Two thick fingers drag through your folds and he groans low. “Already soaked. Such a needy little thing. Can’t even wait for me to finish work before you’re drippin’ for this cock.”
He sinks one finger in, then two, stretching you open with practiced ease. His knuckles are thick, veins standing out on the back of his hand as he pumps slow. You whimper, thighs trying to close around his wrist, but he just chuckles darkly and forces them wider with his hip.
“Look at that. Barely two fingers and you’re already shaking. Gonna look so pretty split open on the real thing.”
He pulls his fingers free, brings them to his mouth and licks them clean while holding your gaze. Then he’s shoving his jeans down just enough. His cock springs out—heavy, flushed dark, thicker than your wrist. The head is leaking, veins wrapping around the shaft like they’re daring you to take every inch. It twitches under your stare, curving up toward his abs.
Dean wraps one hand around the base and strokes once, slow. “See this, sweetheart? This is what’s gonna wreck you tonight.”
WIthout any hesitation, he lines up and pushes in, both slow and delectably relentless.
Your mouth falls open in a silent cry as the you feel his cock stretching you wide. He’s so big it burns in the best way, every inch forcing your walls to part around him. Halfway in and you’re already gasping, nails digging into his shoulders.
“Fuck, baby,” he coos, voice wrecked. “So goddamn tight. Look down. Watch how you take me.”
You do. The sight is obscene, your pussy stretched so needily around his thick cock, lips gripping him like they never want to let go. He’s only halfway inside of you and you already feel full, pressed right against the limit.
Dean’s hand returns to the back of your head, cradling you, anchoring. His other grips your hip hard enough to bruise.
“Breathe, sweet girl. You can take it. You always take it so fucking good for me.”
He bottoms out with a deep roll of his hips and you sob at the pressure. The head of his cock kisses your cervix, grinding against that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyes. His abs flex against your stomach with every shallow thrust, like he’s fucking you with his whole body.
“Atta girl. Takin’ every inch of this big dick for me—jus' like that baby. I knew you were made for it.”
He starts moving—deep, devastating strokes that punch the air from your lungs. The workbench creaks beneath you, your thighs trembling around his waist. Every thrust makes your tits bounce under your shirt until he yanks it up and latches onto a nipple, sucking hard.
“Dean—oh god—”
“Yeah, baby? Say my name again while I ruin this pretty pussy, tremble f'me, call out to me, tell me i'm yours.”
He pulls out suddenly, spinning you around and bending you over the bike’s seat. The leather is cool against your overheated skin. Dean kicks your legs wider, lines up, and slams back in with one brutal thrust.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, hand fisting in your hair. “Ass up, just like that. Let me see how deep I get inside this sweet cunt.”
The new angle is even worse—or better. He’s hitting spots that make your knees buckle. You can feel him in your stomach, the bulge of his cock pressing against your lower belly with every thrust.
Without warning his arm hooks around your throat. He pulls you up into a headlock, your back flush to his sweaty chest. His bicep bulges against the side of your neck, forearm locked under your chin, holding you right where he wants you. You’re completely at his mercy, feet barely touching the ground, impaled on his massive cock.
“Mine,” he snarls right in your ear, voice low and filthy. “This tight little cunt is mine. Gonna fuck you so deep you feel me for weeks.”
He starts pounding up into you—hard, fast, relentless. The headlock keeps you arched, helpless, every thrust driving straight into that perfect spot. His free hand slides down to press against your lower stomach, feeling the way his cock moves inside you.
“Feel that? Feel how deep I am, baby? No one else gets this far. No one else fills you up like this big fucking cock.. hmm?? tell me.”
You’re shaking, gasping, tears pricking your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure-pain. His abs are slick against your back, muscles working as he fucks you stupid. The wet slap of skin on skin echoes through the garage along with his filthy praise.
“Such a good little slut for me. Takin’ it so deep on my bike f'me. That’s it—milk my dick, sweetheart.”
Your orgasm hits suddenly, causing you to cry out, body seizing, pussy clamping down hard around his thickness. Dean groans, hips stuttering, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he fucks you right through it, headlock tightening just enough to make your head spin in the best way
.“Fuck, that’s my girl. Come all over me. Soak this cock.”
He pulls out only long enough to flip you again, this time facing him. Your legs wrap around his waist as he lifts you, impaling you once more in one smooth glide. Back against the workbench, Dean’s hand returns to cradle your head like you’re something precious even while he ruins you.
His thrusts turn slower, deeper, grinding. Every roll of his hips makes his abs drag against your clit. His cock is still impossibly hard, throbbing inside you, stretching you to your limit.
“Gonna fill you up,” he pants, forehead pressed to yours. “Gonna pump this pretty pussy full of my come. You want that, baby? You want me to breed you so full that I make you a pretty little mama—hmm?"
You nod frantically, nails raking down his back.
Dean laughs—low, smug, breathless. “Yeah you do. Greedy girl. Made for me. Such a perfect fuckin' fit.”
He kisses your temple, almost tender, even as his hips snap harder.“Mine. All fucking mine.”
When he comes, it’s with a deep groan, cock pulsing as he floods you.
You feel every thick spurt, warm and endless, until it’s leaking out around him. He stays buried deep, grinding lazy circles as he whimpers out, keeping his come right where it belongs.
His hand stays at the back of your head, thumb stroking your jaw. Voice soft now, just for you.
“You’re made for me, baby. It's always you n' me— huh?" He chuckles, rubbing circles against your back.
The garage is quiet except for your ragged breathing and the distant crackle of the radio; 'Surrender' by Suicide solemnly playing in the background as he cradles around you.
His forehead rests against yours, breath warm and steady. Those big hands—so rough from years of hunting and wrenching on engines—are impossibly gentle now.
One stays cradling the back of your head, thumb brushing slow circles over your temple. The other slides up your back under your shirt, palm splayed wide between your shoulder blades like he’s trying to press you even closer.
“Easy, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and velvet-rough, lips brushing yours in the softest kiss. Then another. And another. Little presses that turn sweet and lingering, like he’s tasting the quiet between heartbeats. “I’ve got you. Always got you.”
You melt into him, thighs still trembling around his waist, pussy fluttering lazily around his thick length. He’s still so big, still so full inside you, but the sting has melted into a warm, heavy ache that feels like home.
Dean smiles against your mouth. A small, crooked, boyish in a way he rarely lets anyone see.
“Look at you,” he whispers, nudging your nose with his. “All flushed and pretty, takin’ every inch of me like it’s nothing. My sweet girl, you make me so proud.”
He kisses the corner of your eye, then your cheek, then that spot just under your ear that makes you shiver. “You did so good for me. Always do.”
The song swells softly. Dean sways with you just a little, barely a rock of his hips, more comfort than thrust. His cock gives another lazy twitch and he hums, low and pleased, like the feel of you around him is the best thing he’s ever known.“Stay right here,” he says, pressing another kiss to your temple. “Don’t wanna move yet. Feels too damn perfect.”
His hand drifts down to rub slow, soothing circles over your lower belly, right where he’s still buried so deep. “Love feelin’ you like this. All warm and full of me.”
You tuck your face into the crook of his neck, breathing in motor oil, sweat, and that familiar scent that’s just Dean.
He keeps you there for long minutes, trading lazy kisses. His hand never stops its gentle petting—your back, your thigh, the curve of your waist,like he can’t bear to stop touching you.
“Gonna keep you full a little longer, sweetheart. Just a few more minutes. Then I’ll carry you inside, clean you up real nice, maybe run you a hot shower…” Another kiss, slower this time.
“Or maybe I won’t pull out at all. Keep you on my cock all night. Would you like that, baby?”
You nod, both dazed and happy, and he grins, that bright, heartstopping grin that makes him look like a goddamn angel.
“Atta girl.” He nuzzles into your hair, holding you tighter. “My sweet, gorgeous girl. All mine.”
And you know—he’ll be ready to go again soon. He always is. But right now he’s content to just hold you, cock warm and deep, heart beating steady against yours while the radio plays on and on.
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SUMMARY: nothing crazy, really… just you and Leon trying something new!
CONTENT: 18+ - mdni! piv - THEE. PRONE BONE SESSION (I drool), headlockinggg, reader’s a bit subby/soft-dom leon (maybe?), creampie, heavy petting, praise kink goes crazy in this. I implied that reader is a bit curvy/chubby, but it’s still fairly neutral so read it however you want. a really messy alternating pov but whatever. lovey dovey shit fr fr.
WC: 1.7k
NOTES: this is nothing more than a leon kennedy’s moobs-and-biceps appreciation fic (inspired by “my moon my man” by feist). **also! I had re4r Leon in mind while writing this but it’s not at all specified so you can honestly imagine whatever Leon you want.**
Leon Kennedy Masterlist!
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“You okay, baby?” Leon cooes low at you, his voice smooth and dangerously molten.
“…H-hmm—uh huh.”
“Good. That’s good.”
Your boyfriend’s mouth drags along the ridge of your shoulders. With a light kiss of his teeth, and a few well-placed tentative licks to the sticky skin, he’s making the concerted effort to claim all of you. His. His, as you’ve been countless times before. His, as you will always be.
Your throat is dry; hoarse and cracked, and he hasn’t even entered you yet—but you can’t help it. He had already pulled one orgasm out of you earlier with his mouth and his hands, but now, as he pins you to the bed with his knees and chest, you swear you might come again at any moment.
You’re incredibly sensitive right now, having already been keyed up so high. Leon, of course, has absolutely no problem using this fact to his advantage.
“You’re shaking, baby,” he says quietly, warm breath curling around your ear.
“What?” you hiccup.
“You’re shivering.”
As if to prove his point, his hands—calloused and strong from years of use—dance along your sides. They move from the dip of your hips to where your breasts bulge at their sides.
Sighing, you say, “Well, when you do that…” and bury your face into the mattress.
Leon laughs and your body absorbs it like it’s your own. As if your bones are conductors, the sound sends an addictive jolt to the pulsing organ in your chest and between your thighs.
“We don’t have to do this, you know, if you’re too nervous.”
You’re quick to shake your head and even quicker to arch back into him. A little absently, you think then about how in this position, you two slot perfectly together—like you were made to fit.
“Want to,” you add weakly. “Wanna do this with you, Lee. Please.” For good measure (as if your words in all their breathy, whiney nature weren’t indicative of how you felt), you start to roll your hips back. Leon groans loud.
His flushed, hot tip rests just inches away from your weepy hole. He watches you flutter on nothing; as the slick pooling there catches the silvery moonlight strobing through the bedroom window. You look so pretty like this, he thinks. God-sent and lovely and all his. To take, to have, to hold…
Your hips move again, slowly, dangerously, and Leon stops you with a hard hand to the dip of your spine, making you squeak. “Baby…” he warns.
“Leon, please. Please, honey…wan’ you so much.”
Leon inhales, all sharp and shaky. “Alright…yeah, yeah, okay. …Whatever you want, baby.” He kisses your spine once more as he crawls up your body.
With his thighs bracketing yours, he pushes down on you with the hard line of his abs. His pecs—all swollen and round and slick with sweat—cement to your shoulders. The sheer mass of his body feels as if it’s swallowing you whole. You preen at the contact, letting out a mewl so pathetic you even surprise yourself.
Gradually then, with the kind of control and calculation he exhibits at work, Leon pushes his thick head through your gummy walls. He’s so painfully hard that it takes everything in him to go slow. And, by the time his pelvis is flush to your ass, he already feels spent.
The crook of Leon’s chin hooks around your shoulder ensuring his face is firmly pressed against yours. He pants heavy in your ear, and out of the corner of your vision, you see his face flush a berry-red.
“Fuck, baby. You—shit—y’feel—”
“Leon…‘m ready.”
The man nods, mainly to himself, before pressing a chaste kiss to your collarbone. Slowly—just as slowly as he entered you—his hips draw back. The languid drag of him has you grasping aimlessly at the sheets; the thick vein that curves around his even thicker cock is relentless in catching the ridges of your walls. In this position, you’re able to feel all of him. “God, Leon...”
Of course, sex with Leon has always been something else entirely…but this? There aren’t enough words in any language to describe the way you’re feeling right now.
“I know, baby, I know. I need you just as bad,” Leon purrs. You just nod along, jaw falling as Leon slowly slides back into you. He braces himself then, arching and tightly curving over your figure.
“How do you want it, baby? Like this?” His hips speed up then, shallow thrusts that have your thighs immediately stinging with the friction of being stationary. Still, you groan, eyes rolling back into your head as he keeps pace. After a while, Leon shifts over top of you again. “Or do you want it like this?” With steady hips, he suddenly slams forward, the action practically punching your soul straight out of your body. You cry when his head shoves directly into that spongey notch deep inside you.
Desperately, you reach for the hand braced by your head. Leon locks your fingers with his before bringing them to the soft skin of his mouth.
“Hm, you like that?” You try to crane your head so that you can meet your boyfriend’s eyes, but Leon ‘tsks’ at you. You aren’t at all ashamed by the attempt or his response, though. It’s done without any sort of malice. Nothing more than light teasing, born from a place of reverence and pure, unadulterated love. “Use your words, baby. Gotta know you want it. Need to know I’m making you feel good, y’know?”
“Shit, Le—yes. Yes, like that. Fuck—“ you manage to eventually get the words out, only for another thrust to leave you blubbering.
Leon lets go of your hand, but only for the briefest of moments, before his fingers come up under your jaw. He cradles your face as he finds your mouth, a curtain of his blonde hair hanging low over your eyes. He licks at your own tongue, at the corners of your lips, behind your teeth… Any and every inch of space he can reach becomes learned in a matter of seconds (as if he already wasn’t so intimately accustomed).
Because of the pillow beneath your hips, Leon’s able to fix his grip on you every once in a while—whether the pads of his fingers are digging into the tempting plains of your waist, or the fat of your shuddering thighs. Each thrust has his pubic bone bouncing against your ass in an even, but incredibly hard-hitting pace.
Leon nips at your earlobe, gently tugging on the loose flesh so as strengthen (or perhaps ground) his dwindling resolve. In little time, he feels the effects of his impending orgasm: his balls tightening against your puffy clit, dick swelling deep within your walls…
You’re just so warm, and so wet, and so…so good to him, so good for him, Leon can’t resist the flurry of emotions threatening to escape him. “Fuck, I love you. Love you so much, baby. Always so tight for me. Shit. Y’love sucking me in like this, don’t you?”
“Leon…” is all you can manage to say. It’s the only warning your hazy brain can conjure up; the only thing on the tip of your tongue other than another strangled whimper.
Leon understands though. He always does.
You’re close. Really, really close. The sound of your squelching slick as he rifles through you over and over; the way your spine arches and your feet start to helplessly kick out from beneath you—it’s all the confirmation he needs.
The muscles in his arms have begun to strain, a sharp tightness that blooms from his wrist all the way up to his shoulders. He takes the opportunity then to collapse onto you, carefully accommodating some of his weight with his knees so as not to smother you entirely (though he would without question if that’s what you asked).
The sounds of your whines pitch higher and higher with every snap of his hips. You’re shaking again, though this time it’s for sure an unconscious act. In relieving his arms from the awkward angle, Leon’s able to wrap an arm around your head, and you nearly choke on spit when you realize what he’s doing.
Leon’s arm—meaty bicep, veins, and all—rests safely against your collarbone, holding you snug to his chest. His cheek is pressed to yours again, so close that you’re convinced you’re practically becoming one (as if you haven’t already…). You’re both two halves of one heart stitched together; all haphazard, but terrifyingly real.
“I need you to come for me. Can you do that, baby? Can you make a mess for me?” His voice is a beautiful ragged sound—one that in any other situation would have you pushing your hips back to meet his. But not this time. Leon has you locked in place, pliant and safe as the knot of your orgasm pulls tighter and tighter, threatening to snap.
So with that, you opt to just nod into Leon’s arm, albeit rather weakly. Suddenly, you feel a different kind of pressure come up between your hips.
Leon somehow managed to sneak his free hand down to your cunt, calculated fingers once again toying with your clit in easy circles. And that alone that has you coming with a sharp and stuttered gasp. While you shudder and twitch, Leon continues his ministrations; humping and grinding into you while his own release crests.
He grunts and huffs as he spills into you, as if his fucked-out body can’t decide on which sound it wants or needs to make. Regardless, all that really matters is that you’re holding on tight to him, whispering something about how good he makes you feel and how much you love him.
Of course, Leon has to return the sentiment tenfold. He doesn’t say it exactly like how you did (he’s never been the best with words), but as he cleans you up, petting your head and kissing everywhere the damp cloth doesn’t—from the inner curve of your knee, to your navel, to the hollow of your throat—he knows that you understand.
Because this is how you love each other. You, through your words, and him with his actions and adoring eyes.
I just had a dream about father-in-law!titus who, when his son marries you, makes it his personal mission to steal you away from his son and make you his
❀ tw: dd:dne, fem!reader, infidelity, murder ❀
father in law!titus can't believe that his son married you, daugther in law!reader. it's actually unbelievable to him that his son not only married such a beautiful woman but you somehow got the easiest fucking game mister le bail could've given you. go fucking fish. titus thought it had to be some kind of cruel joke but he watched you giggle and say "go fish" all night long in that stunning wedding dress of yours until you won your game with ease. just like that smile of yours, so easy going, so relaxed.
not a care in the world that you just married into a devil worshipping family. you seem content to be with the love of your life, his wonderful son who takes after his dead mother much more than he will ever take after his cruel old man of a father. but, that is one of the strangest things about you. you always tell your husband to be kinder to his father. you tell him that titus raised him all by himself after his wife had passed and that he should cut his father some slack.
"he's a good man and he did the best he could." you'd say to his son.
a good man. titus thinks about your word choice. would a good man be wondering what it would be like to have his daughter in law sprawled beneath him in his bed instead of his son's? would a good man contemplate all the ways he could get rid of his son so he could have you all to himself? would a good man plunge a knife into his own son's neck when he hears of the mistress his son has been hiding from you?
would a good man bury his son with his mistress where no one could find them so he could protect you from ever finding out about your husband's deceit?
titus is not a good man. but neither was his son.
and now titus will get what he deserves, in the form of a lovely widowed daughter in law who looks at him with more affection than you should when he's the man who murdered your husband ♡
pussy inspection with pope but it’s because he’s never been able to just… look at one before he has sex.
cw: nsfw, deeply descriptive, pussy whipped!andrew, andrew loves feet, mention of sex work, oral (f recieving), not proofread, em dashes (it’s not AI, i promise i just love them) <3
andrew’s first (and majority) experiences with sex come from time with prostitutes— women paid to get straight to the point of pleasure and leave.
but you, he wants to take his time with you.
your legs are wrapped around his waist, his arms cuddling you to him as he walks to his room. laying you on his cozy full sized bed; he’s been meaning to go up a size, but if he’s honest, he likes that you have to basically sleep on top of him when you sleep over. he places a palm on your belly, fingers sprawling against your torso as he catches his breath.
moving to sit up, you reach for him petulantly. but andrew shakes his head “n-no. no. wanna look at you. please-wanna… gotta see you first.” falling to his knees and kissing yours. he nuzzles into your thigh, calloused thumb rubbing against the soft, sensitive, untouched skin behind your calf and under your knee.
andrew inhales, having to stop his tongue from lulling out and drooling on you. kissing the center of your cotton panties, he licks over the fabric until his tongue burns with irritation. doesn’t bother him, never could.
after peeling your panties off you, taking his hands from off of the bedroom floor to aid you, he returns back to his knees. a sudden clap of skin reverberates, andrew yanking you closer to him— eye level to your weeping cunt.
his tender green eyes flicker across her, puffy and cute in the warm light of his house. andrew’s trying to steady his breathing, but he’s a bull in a china shop; traipsing through getting you naked while desperately fighting every instinct to tear you apart with his teeth.
you whine as his thumbs move to your lips, spreading you open for him & the cold, air conditioned air. andrew’s eyes shimmer, with tears or want, who knows? either way, he pouting, the tiniest pool of saliva forming on his inner lip. he squishes your lips together, an experimental pinch to put pressure on your clit.
“oh my- oh, andrew-” “she’s so pretty.. like her so much”
he’s entranced as he responds, sitting up on his knees in focus. he swirls his tongue in his mouth, breath still coming in hard as he watches you writhe. moving his right hand back to the floor, he pushes down on his cock, trying to mirror the earlier sensation he gave you. his left thumb moves to the hood of your cunt & his mouth fills with water again at the sight of your clit trembling.
“oh, hi, baby.” he whispers, more to her than you. pressing his palm down harder on his thick cock, andrew’s breathing turns shaky as he eyes you.
your hips buck up impatiently, the room feeling entirely too hot and personal. a sudden weight across your lower tummy stops you, “p-please. just a few more minutes, bun, okay?”
nodding, you lay back down, hands covering your eyes so you don’t cry– you’ve never wanted him this badly. he returns to your cunt, pressing his thumb up and down over the hood, moving the skin to hear you whine and watch your toes clench.
he sits back on his haunches, hands pressing your thighs to spread wider. you think that if he had stirrups he’d make you use them. but his hands are on his lap, just looking, eyes flickering back and forth, back and forth. he kisses your thighs, nuzzling his nose against them before speaking, almost to himself, “just love her so much. wanna stay here all the time.”
again his thumb pulls back the skin of your cunt, clit swollen and throbbing under his stare. from above, andrew rolls his tongue before dishing out a long glob of spit. he lets it glide down your clit, and you kick your legs in anticipation, subtly crying “andyyyy”
for a moment his eyes meet yours, a brief, romantic moment. he palms at himself, slack jawed as he watches your chest heave. but the moment ends very quickly once he catches sight of his bubbly saliva melting onto your pussy.
diving forward, he whines into you. andrew’s hands return to the floor, fists pushing down onto the hardwood to ground himself as his eyes flutter shut. swirling the glob of spit in his mouth, andrew circles your bud with his tongue— slurping it back up, just to pull back and spit on your cunt again. his pointer and middle finger framing & pulling you open as he wiggles his head side to side, drowning in you.
andrew breathes deeper, whining himself as his nose nuzzles deeper into your mound of hair. his face is pressed so tightly to you, there’s nowhere for you to move, really. in between long, thick stripes, he’s pulling back, again speaking to himself before diving right back in.
“oh my god. oh my- god, oh god.”
his right hand holds your ankle, teeth nipping at your lips before his tongue sloppily licks you from hole to clit.
wedging his face further into you, if even possible, you feel his tongue prod past your entrance– desperate, reaching motions.
it’s messy, a mix of andrew’s spit and your essence. his fingers move down to run over your manicured toes as he tilts his head to rest on your thigh, tongue never disconnecting once as he breaths through his nose.
the feeling of your foot clenching at his devotion sends him over the edge. cumming untouched, andrew surges forward, a loud “fuck!” crawling out of his chest.
but he doesn’t stop, just keeps devouring you. slurping and gulping and taking breaths as he rubs his tongue raw amidst the squelching. moaning into you like he’s overstimulated.
“i-i love you. love your pretty pussy, oh- oh my god you’re so good, she’s so good.”
leaning back on his haunches, he thumbs at your clit as you thrash. his arm is planted across the pudgy flesh of your lil tummy as he speaks. figure 8s, red cheeks and a wet chin, he licks his lips.
⊱ ۫ ׅ ♱ ⋆ ｡ ࿐ 𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑!𝐒𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 who takes aftercare very seriously.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . . . ⁀➴ ꒰ sam winchester x fem!reader ꒱ . . . fluff with underlined explicit content. established relationship.
SAM WINCHESTER has always been gentle with you, in that quiet, steady way that makes you feel safe without trying. never out of effort, because that´s just simply who he is. so there´s no denying that once everything´s over and you’re left in between tangled bedsheets—sam’s actions become softer, even more delicate, almost like devotion.
his touch is light, fingers dancing along your jaw down to your cleavage in unhurried, deliberate pauses, tracing your skin like you’re made out of the most fragile porcelain. his expression changes too—fond, timid even, and for a moment, it’s as if he’s looking at you for the very first time, really looking—taking in your features, your lazy smile, the way your eyes sparkled under the dim light—he was memorizing all of it, all of you.
his hands slowly move down to your hips with tender care, as if he was afraid that his big, rough hands would end up leaving a scratch or a mark on your body. all the while, he’s placing sweet kisses to the crown of your head, moving down to your temple before nuzzling into it. you find it endearing really, this small but meaningful habit of his. it´s just another subtle reminder of how much he cares about you.
“i’ll be back soon angel.” he’d whisper, right into the corner of your ear before getting up from the bed in search of a towel to clean you up. after a few minutes of rummaging through cabinets and drawers, he’d come back with a damp, cotton towel that he’d place at your feet after crouching next to you.
he’d start under your calves, cleaning you with practiced ease all the way up to your inner thighs, followed by a trail of soft kisses which he would always end at your sex, pressing one last kiss to it once you were nice and dry.
on days where you felt extra tired, and in desperate need for a bath (cause he knows you’d never go to bed after sex without showering)—he wouldn’t pry, wouldn’t even force you to get up. he’d just scoop you up in his arms like you weighed nothing, and carry you into your shared bathroom before you could even mutter a word.
the bathtub´s water would be warm against you, bubbles floating along your sides as you laid back against his chest. his hands would thread through your hair, taking his sweet time massaging your scalp. you’d sink further into him, seeking warmth, and he’d smile when your eyes fluttered shut, the tightness in your muscles finally dissipating.
shampoo, conditioner and body soap were his essentials, but on days where he felt a bit more romantic? he’d even use a hair mask. always starting with careful massages to your roots before ending with a bit of conditioner on the ends. he had grown used to your routine, heck even studied it—which products to use, how often you use them: oils, serums and what not—because sam never did anything halfway; there was always intention behind it, especially when it came to you.
your skincare was a bit trickier, but it wasn’t anything he couldn’t handle. that said, he’d always help you apply lotion on your body after drying you: on your shoulders, down your back in small, soothing circles. he’d catch your reflection in the mirror, then lean in to kiss your forehead where a bead of water had just trickled down, whispering a soft “feel better?”, and smiling when he feels you nod.
after helping you with your clothes, he´d lift you up onto the sink without much effort, just in case you were too tired to stand. the silence that followed was easy—one where words faded into the background and only soft brushes of teeth and quiet giggles filled the space. moments like these with sam came naturally, a warmth that spread easily between cold tiles and closed doors—a warmth that belonged only between the two of you.
cybella’s thoughts⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡ sorry for the repost!! it was queued for friday night but accidentally posted before i could even design the layout & proofread it 🥹 anyways, y´all see me posting only for sam? no you didn´t.
title: chokehold
dynamic: stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader x godfather!pope
tw: dd:dne, rape/non-con (bc of somnophilia), fem!reader, fauxcest (you call them “dad”, they call you “kid”/”kiddo”), perv!jack & perv!pope, reader has chronic fatigue (like me!) but it's actually kind of munchausen by proxy (you're tired all the time bc your dads have been fucking you in your sleep…), medical malpractice, egregious age gap (18/45), there's only one bed!, murder, implied loss of virginity, non-consensual drug use (sedatives and painkillers), unprotected sex, threesome, breeding kink, double vaginal penetration, implied anal (not written out, just referenced), forced orgasms, fear play, choking, squirting, fingerfucking, thumbsucking (what is wrong with me…), cum play (pope puts his cum in your food bc he's so icky!), humiliation/degradation kink, size difference, this is just filthy porn (sorry not sorry)
context: your dads take such good care of you! but apparently that's not normal…
wc: 3.7k
a/n: happy father's day to my dads, jack and pope! I lowkey forgot it was father's day so I whipped this up real quick and nasty oop-
hope it's a hot (but mostly sick!) read ♡
You made a post online that's going viral and you don't understand why.
You just asked the internet a simple question…but the answers you're getting are changing your thoughts on your relationship with your dads.
Title: Is it weird that my stepfather [45M] and my godfather [45M] sleep with me [18F]?
Post: Hi there. I live with my stepfather and his twin brother who is my godfather. I lost my mom recently and so my godfather moved in with us to help take care of me. I'm obviously an adult so I don't need the help but I do have a chronic illness so it has been wonderful having him around to help with things that are difficult for me to do like cooking and cleaning.
Though, we only have one bedroom in our apartment since we moved so I could have better access to medical care. But it works out because my stepfather works nights so usually I sleep on my own in the bed and my godfather sleeps on our couch. But I felt bad that he's sleeping uncomfortably so I offered to let him share the bed with me and he didn't for a while but eventually caved after I told him it would make me feel better knowing he slept well.
Now we've been sleeping together all the time and apparently that's weird? But he's practically my dad so I don't find it that weird but a few friends of mine have told me that it's really odd for me to sleep next to him as an adult. And it's apparently even weirder that sometimes my stepfather joins us when he's tired after his night shift and we're both still asleep in bed.
I'm just looking to see if anyone else finds this weird…and should I say something about it?
People have flooded the comments of your post, telling you that your dads are “perverted creeps who are trying to take advantage of you” and it's especially bad because “you're not even related to them”.
But they're your dads…
And they've always considered you their kid.
So, seeing so many people online calling them predators makes you upset. Your dads are nothing but respectful of you. They take such good care of you.
You always wake up feeling good on the nights you sleep besides either of them. Even better when they're both there.
But you can't seem to escape the exhaustion you feel all the time…
Your stepfather, Dr. Jack Abbot, tells you that you simply have a rare condition that has you feeling more physically tired than other people but there isn't really any kind of solution to it. You just have to deal with it, unfortunately.
You are incredibly grateful to your godfather, Andrew Cody, who Jack calls “Pope”, for all of his help. You're spoiled by his cooking and he keeps the apartment spotless to help prevent you from getting any more sick than you already are.
A commenter had asked you when the fatigue started and you told them after your mom died. You had assumed it was because she died so suddenly. You never had a good relationship with her, especially after you found out she was cheating on Jack, but you seemed to take her death hard because that's when you began feeling so tired all the time.
Then, that same commenter messages you directly and tells you that they think your dads are doing something to you and that is why you have such bad fatigue.
What a crazy thought.
There's no way that could be true…right?
Your dads love you. They would never—
“What are you looking at, kiddo?”
You flinch when you feel hands on your shoulders. You quickly shut your phone screen off, hoping Pope didn't catch the message you were reading…
“Just some dumb video.” You lie through your teeth.
“It's almost bedtime.” He pats the top of your head. “Do you want to shower first or can I?”
“You can go first, dad.” You look up at him and he leans down, giving you a kiss on the lips. Like he always does.
Definitely nothing weird about that!
“I'll be sure to keep the water running so it stays warm for you.” Pope loves the smile you give him.
Whenever he showers before you, he just wraps a towel around his waist when he's done and then leaves the shower running so the water is nice and ready for you.
Again, totally not odd behavior that your godfather is constantly showing off his well built body to you.
“All yours, kid.” He nudges you towards the bathroom so he can get changed.
Your eyes dart down to the towel around his waist and then you quickly head into the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. You have no idea why your heart is racing all of a sudden. It's because you keep thinking about what that commenter had sent you.
I bet your dads touch you in your sleep. Maybe even fuck you. Makes sense why you're always so tired when you wake up but still feeling good.
That can't possibly be true. You've never had sex before so there's no way.
Wouldn't you have felt an ache if they had?
You…remember that you did feel an ache, the first few nights after you moved in with Jack when your mom died. But when you told him about it, he dismissed it as stress from the grief. And you believed him.
Because he's your dad. You trust him.
It had never even crossed your mind that he would do something like that to you in your sleep…
Him and Pope.
Your mind drifts to the obvious bulge you saw your godfather sporting when he left the bathroom. You may have never seen his cock bare before but you've definitely noticed the outline of it whenever he wears sweatpants. Or when he gets too close to you in your sleep and you can feel his morning wood rubbing up against your ass…
But that's just normal for a man! He isn't hard because of you!
That's what you're trying to fool yourself into believing…but the truth is, Pope has been waiting all day for you to fall asleep so he can use that perfect little pussy of yours to get off.
It's his favorite thing in the world, pumping a load of cum deep inside his goddaughter without you knowing that it's happening.
Ever since Jack told him that's what he has been doing to you, Pope had to move in with the two of you so he could join in on the fun.
He never knew how perverted his twin brother was. Perverted enough to marry your mom to have access to you, his pretty stepdaughter. Perverted enough to ask Pope to kill your mom so Jack didn't have to deal with the divorce and so he could keep you by his side. Perverted enough to make Pope your godfather so he could have access to you too.
It's hard not to be disgustingly infatuated with you. You're an incredibly beautiful girl, who is so naive and innocent that you let two predators lay beside you in bed consensually.
So, it isn't their fault that they have the desperate desire to touch you. You made them like this!
And they made your body incredibly horny for them, even though you don't know it.
You cum so hard when your dads touch you in your sleep. Sometimes Jack has to sedate you so they have time to change out the sheets and clean you up before you wake up.
When they're a bit rougher than they mean to, Jack will give you a dose of painkillers so you don't feel the pain as much. Those are the days where he really has to feign like your illness has flared up.
Like it did this morning.
You wake up with a cramp in your belly and Jack and Pope both still asleep beside you. Jack must've just gotten home from his shift because his hair is still a little damp from the shower he takes before he goes to sleep.
The shower he takes after he fucks you to his heart's content.
You shake him awake because you're nervous about the belly ache. “Dad?”
“What's wrong, kiddo?” Jack opens his eyes, looking up at your worried ones. “Is everything okay?”
“My tummy hurts.” You tell him, clutching your stomach.
“Here.” Pope stirs awake too, wrapping his arms around you, placing his big hands on your lower belly. “This will help.”
You feel a rush of something straight to your core when his hard cock presses up against your ass. Like a need for him to be buried inside of you.
Wait, what?
You snap out of your head because you can't believe you just thought that!
You turn your attention back to Jack. “I don't know why it hurts. I didn't eat anything weird yesterday. Just Pope's cooking, like always.”
That makes Jack look up at Pope. Because he knows Pope has been jerking off into your food. His brother does it out of a weird desire for you to always have him inside of you. Something that Jack also wants, but he settles for cumming in your pussy and your ass.
“You just need rest, kiddo.” Pope rests his face in the nape of your neck, giving you a kiss there that sends those same unnerving shivers down to your core.
“I-I think I'm going to go watch some TV.” You quickly scramble out of Pope's hold and he bites back a grunt of annoyance at that. “Maybe the distraction will help.”
You leave the room and when they're both sure you can't hear them, Jack turns to Pope and says, “I fucking told you we shouldn't have both stuck it in her pussy at the same time.”
“But you saw the way she squirted like crazy. She loved it.”
“That's not the point.” Jack will not lose his only stress outlet because Pope wants to figure out more ways to make you cum harder and harder.
Pope had told Jack about the message he read over your shoulder. And conveniently, you went out to the living room just now to watch TV and you didn't take your phone.
So, Jack grabs it off the nightstand and goes through it.
Finding your post about him and Pope.
Seeing the comments and the private messages about it.
And the most recent reply you sent to the commenter who told you that they might be fucking you in your sleep.
I think you might be right.
Jack shows everything to Pope, who takes the phone from him. He decides to go through your search history to see if you had looked into reporting them to the police because he can't risk going back to prison. Even though he knows you don't have any evidence to back up this claim. Him and Jack are very thorough with their clean up.
But all he sees are searches you made asking for advice on how to stop wanting to fuck your—
Jack catches the phone when Pope throws it to him all of a sudden. “What the fuck—”
Pope stalks into the living room and you're startled to see him staring at you with such lust in his eyes.
Then, his words send such a fright through you, “you want us to fuck you?”
“W-What?” Your throat goes completely dry.
Because how does he know—
You glance over at Jack, who has your phone in his hand, adjusting his prosthetic with his other hand since he had to put it on quickly.
Heat fills your entire body instantly.
They looked through your phone.
They know what you searched up.
“Why didn't you just tell us, kiddo?” Jack walks up to you, joining his brother's side. “We would be happy to fuck you.”
“I-I…” You don't know what to say.
Because how are you supposed to tell your dads that you want them to fuck you?
That's just insane behavior!
Almost as insane as your godfather sitting down beside you on the couch so he can grab your face and kiss you.
This is nothing like the short pecks on the lips your dads give you.
This is…intense.
You can hardly breathe and you yelp against his lips when Jack sits down behind you and his hands slip under your shirt, going straight to tugging at your nipples. You never wear a bra to sleep and now you're regretting it…
Or, are you happy about it? Because you're building so much slick between your legs with every rough tug.
It's like he knows just how to touch you to get you close to cumming already.
Jack's rough handling of your breasts coupled with Pope's feverish kissing has your head spinning like crazy.
You have to put a stop to this!
“Wait, dad—” You're suddenly tugged towards Jack, your back crashing against his chest, and now he has your legs pinned wide open by his legs on the couch. “What are you doing—!”
Pope suddenly rips your shirt off your chest, causing you to let out a shriek that has Jack clamping his hand over your mouth.
“Quiet, kiddo.” His words have your head going fuzzy. “I'm sure you wouldn't want our neighbors to hear you cumming because of your dads.”
You bite back another shriek when Pope rips apart your sleep shorts and your underwear, leaving you completely naked in Jack's hold. Jack keeps one hand over your mouth and then the other one goes back to your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingertips, causing you to moan uncontrollably into his palm.
“She's fucking dripping.” Pope runs his fingers along the length of your soaked slit. “She wants to get fucked again already.”
Wait, what does he mean by again—
You gasp against Jack's hand when Pope buries his face between your legs, his tongue dipping into you right away. You squirm but Jack keeps you trapped, forcing you to accept Pope's incessant tongue.
Pope has watched you cum from his mouth many times by now, but this is the first time he'll see you cum while you're awake.
So he needs to make it amazing.
You choke back another scream when Pope sticks three of his fingers inside of you. You can't believe how easily they slipped into you.
That's when the realization hits that your dads have definitely touched you in your sleep.
Because how else would Pope knows exactly where to curl his fingers to have you squirting all over them?
The orgasms he's forcing out of you have you whimpering into Jack's palm, the intensity of the pleasure tearing you apart.
“We're going to need a new couch if you keep cumming so hard.” Pope degrades you right before his fingers start moving roughly side to side, forcing you to cum even harder than before.
It only gets amplified when Jack turns your head towards him and starts kissing you so he can silence you that way since he wants to play with your perky breasts using both hands. You moan against his lips when he pinches your nipples.
Then, you completely fall apart when Pope's lips latch around your clit and start sucking that sensitive bundle of nerves.
You can't stop cumming.
This can't be happening, it can't—
“Don't pass out yet, kid.” Jack breathes out against your lips. “Your dads still have to fuck you.”
“No, no.” You shake your head, looking at Jack and Pope. “Dads, please. We can't, we can't—!”
“Make her ride your cock while I suck her clit.” Pope tells Jack, who doesn't hesitate to listen.
You feel your stepfather’s huge cock hit your back. Then, you're lifted up by them both until Jack's cock is perfectly aligned with your entrance. Jack sets you down gently but Pope, in his impatience, just slams you down, drawing out another sudden squirting orgasm.
“Delicious.” Pope finds his way back between your legs. “Now ride your dad’s cock, kiddo.”
You refuse to do so but then Jack puts you in a chokehold, his muscular arm cutting off your air as he whispers, “bounce on it or I'll strangle you to death.”
“Here, I'll help.” Pope grabs your thighs and lifts you up almost completely off Jack's cock before slamming you back down.
You don't even have to do the work. Pope has no trouble helping you pound his brother's cock inside of you. He does this over and over again until you're cumming so much on his tongue as he plays with your clit.
Jack keeps you breathless with his arm tightly held around your throat while his other hand goes up to your mouth. “Open wide or else.”
You have to listen so you part your lips for his thumb to slip in.
“Suck on it, kid.” He instructs and you hate the pleasure that shoots through you when you do.
The oral fixation, the inability to breathe, Jack's cock buried in your pussy, Pope's tongue on your clit, it's all so overwhelming that you can't control the orgasms that consume you.
And it only gets more unbelievable when Pope shoves a finger inside of you alongside Jack's cock. He stuffs another finger in, then another, until you're so full that your eyes start to water from the stretch. Then, your body starts convulsing when his fingers curl inside of you, sending you into a complete frenzy.
Jack loosens his chokehold and pulls his thumb out of your mouth so you can gulp in some air. “Good girl, deep breaths. You can take it. You need to make room for your dad’s cock.”
You don't understand what he's saying. Jack's cock is already inside of you.
What does he mean by—
You let out a scream when you feel Pope's cock pushing into you from the front, replacing his fingers. Jack leans you further back, to give Pope more room to push into you.
“No, stop, it's too much!” You shove at Pope but he snatches your wrists with his hand and grabs the back of the couch for leverage with his other hand.
“It's nothing you haven't taken before.” Pope's words have you staring back at him with such shock. “You're doing so well, kiddo. Just a little more and my cock can kiss your womb like Jack's is.”
“Does my daughter like it when her dad's cock kisses her womb?” Jack asks you and you can't even find the brainpower to react.
Your dads are fucking you stupid. You actually can't think. Your mind is so entirely focused on their cocks splitting you apart.
That you haven't even taken a moment to realize they're fucking you raw.
“Wait, I'm not on birth control!” You wriggle in Pope's grip, trying to fight him again.
Jack has you back in a chokehold then, not letting you resist this. “It's okay if you get pregnant, kiddo. Your dads are here to help.”
“We'll take good care of you and our baby.” Pope gestures for Jack to move his hand down to your lower belly. He massages right above your womb, making you fully aware of how full you feel with both of your dad's cocks buried deep inside of you.
“Let's give your womb a lovely kiss now.” Jack suddenly thrusts his hips upwards, slamming the tip of his cock against the entrance to your womb, forcing you to squirt on their cocks against your will.
“Told you she loves it.” Pope follows Jack's lead, ramming his cock deeper, kissing your womb with the tip of his cock over and over again.
They find a rhythm that has you trembling between them. You're stuck, unable to move, your body growing almost limp from the pleasure searing your skin.
At a certain point, you give in completely. That's when Pope lets go of your wrists so he can grab a hold of your face and kiss you while he fucks you. Jack frees you from his chokehold so he can have one hand playing with your breasts while the other slips between your legs and rubs your clit.
You're overstimulated to the max, but you love every second of it.
Your dads are so focused on making you feel good, drowning you in a bliss that you will never be able to get from anyone else but them.
They've ruined you entirely.
“Say you want your dads to cum inside of you.” Pope demands, his words so hot on your swollen lips.
“Say you want your dads to fuck a sibling inside of you.” Jack's words surprise even Pope, who smiles devilishly at his fucked up brother.
They truly are twins.
And you're their fucked up kid.
“I want my dads to cum inside of me.” You can't believe the words coming out of your mouth as you cum on their cocks. “I want my dads to fuck a sibling into me. Please, I want my dads to fill up my womb.”
That seems to trigger your dads to pour endless amounts of their release deep inside of you. Hot ropes of cum flood your pussy and you can't stop the orgasms that the feeling of being so full causes.
You're still cumming when your dads slip their cocks out of you. You cum even harder when they each shove three of their fingers inside of you, plugging you up, keeping their cum from spilling out of you.
“I can't cum anymore…” You say even though you can feel it building from them curling their fingers, stirring up your insides in the way only they can.
“Oh, you can.” Jack knows you can because him and Pope have trained your body well.
“And you will. You'll cum until we're hard again and then we'll fuck you again. And again. Until you can't fit any more of our cum inside of you, kiddo.” Pope tells you before giving you a loving kiss on the lips.
Jack does the same, kissing you like you mean the world to him.
You must mean a lot to them.
Why else would they take such good care of you?
That's why you message back that commenter: I love my dads.
And Jack chuckles when he gets that message in his inbox.
What a cute kid he has.
He shows the message to Pope, finally revealing that Jack baited you into accepting them.
Pope shares a laugh with his brother, finding you so adorable.
They really love being your dads.
a/n: I love my dads sm, even when they do me so nasty oop-
honestly I'm impressed with myself bc I sped wrote this the moment I remembered it was father's day LOL!
hope you enjoyed the read ♡
edit (as of 06/23/26): i wrote the follow up to this fic called deadlock if you want to read about your uncles joining in on the fun !
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