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pick a flower (aka the universe you'd like to dive into today):
a/n: unless specified, everything is fem!reader, just fyi ♡
❀ animal kingdom ❀
• tethered* - toxic!pope x ex-girlfriend!reader
• lifesaver* - lena's dad!pope x paramedic!reader
• eclipse* - delusional!pope x nurse!reader (afab gn!reader)
✾ ready or not 2 ✾
• his lovely obsession - grumpy!titus x sunshine!reader
• goner* - sugar daddy!titus x sugar baby!reader
• in sickness and in health - fwb!titus x sick!reader
• russian roulette - virgin!titus x close friend!reader (afab gn!reader)
⚘ the pitt ⚘
• kindred spirits - serial killer!jack x stalker!reader
• the slower war - first love!jack x psychiatrist!reader (ongoing series on hiatus, AO3 exclusive)
• break up with your boyfriend, im bored* - robby's bf!jack x serial killer!reader
• need someone older* - papa!jack x ex-fwb!reader
✽ southland ✽
• sweethearts* - childhood friend!sammy x first love!reader
• carpool* - unhappily married!sammy x homewrecker!reader
✼ alternate universe ✼
a/n: all the men you love, with a twist! ~
• captivated* - alpha!pope x omega!reader
• favorites* - professor!jack x college student!reader
• artificial lover* - android!jack x scavenger!reader
• sharp objects* - tattoo artist!pope x piercer!reader
• director's cut* - porn star!pope x producer!reader
• unusual behavior - alpha!jack x beta!reader x alpha!pope
• mr. and mrs. abbot* - assassin!pope x assassin!reader
• theory crafting* - billionaire!jack x fake wife!reader
❁ multiverse ❁
a/n: every fic in this category is at least 2+ characters x reader, have fun!
• capture the bride* - husband!jack, brother-in laws!pope & titus x wife!reader
• there's something wrong with jack abbot* + there's something wrong with andrew cody* + there's something wrong with you (coming soon!) - estranged husband!jack x wife!reader x identity thief!pope
• a simple arrangement + a little secret - fwb!jack x roommate!reader x homewrecker!pope
• blooming days - fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
✧ fauxcest ✧
a/n: yes, i did indeed need to make this its own category...
• affixation* - uncle!titus x niece!reader x uncle!pope
• antisocial* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
• rose colored lens* - stepbrother!pope x stepsister!reader
• good girl* - uncle!jack x niece!reader
• belonging* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• polarization* + turbulence* - older brother!pope x little sister!reader x stepfather!charlie
• chokehold* + deadlock* - stepfather!jack, godfather!pope, uncles!titus & charlie x oblivious!reader
• soft reset* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• amateur hour* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
dad’s bsf jack abbot fucks you in the kitchen >_< (tw: age gap, smut, p in v, nsfw 18+ mdni)
Jack had known your father since their military days, making him completely off limits— a line that meant nothing now that he had you pinned flat against his dining table, with your cunt hungrily taking every inch of the older man’s cock.
"Good girl, hold onto the edge f’me. Fuck— you take me so well princess," Jack grunted, his eyes fixed on the way your plush ass bounced against him with every heavy thrust. Your knuckles turned white against the polished wood, broken whimpers fracturing past your lips as he hit that sweet spot again and again.
Your climax was rapidly approaching when your phone lit up, vibrating loudly against the tabletop. Jack slowed his pace just enough to glance at the screen, a dark smirk spreading across his face as he read the name on the screen.
"Look at that... your father is calling," he murmured, pressing his full weight down over your back while staying buried deep, his shaft throbbing inside your clenching walls. "Pick it up."
"nono—Jack please—" you choked out, shaking your head wildly at the sheer cruelty of the request.
Jack drove up into you with a single, brutal buck of his hips, tearing a sharp gasp from your lungs. Before you could pull away, his thumb swiped across the screen, flipping the call straight to speaker.
"Hey, honey," your dad’s voice crackled through, warm and completely clueless. "Just calling to catch up. Are you busy right now? How are you?”
Jack drew back until he was barely inside, then sank back in agonizingly slow, making you feel every ridged inch. You bit your lip until the sharp sting kept you grounded, fighting to keep your voice steady. "N-no, Dad...I'm good. Just...cleaning up the kitchen."
Jack’s palm snaked up your stomach, calloused fingers pinching down on your bare nipple hard enough to make your hips jerk off the table, your body clamping tight around his cock in a sudden vice. He didn't slow down, driving up into you with a deep, punishing pace that left your thighs trembling.
"You sound winded," your dad noted, his voice laced with sudden concern. "Are you feeling alright?"
Jack leaned right against your ear, his breath burning hot against your shell. "Tell him you're fine, unless you want him finding out what a dirty little whore his little girl is for his best friend's cock” he whispered, accelerating his hips into a faster, meaner rhythm.
"I'm—ngh—fine, Dad," you forced out, your breath hitching hard as he split you open with every hard thrust. "Just...tripped over my own feet while rushing to grab my phone."
Your dad let out a soft laugh. "Don't wear yourself out kiddo. Catch up with me tomorrow, okay? Love you."
"Love you, t—" The response shattered into a muffled moan as Jack bottomed out with cruel depth. His thumb zeroed in on your clit, grinding tight, brutal circles over your peak right as the call disconnected.
A dark chuckle vibrated in his chest, his hands gripping your waist to yank your hips back flush against his pelvis.
"Think your daddy knows his most trusted friend is fucking his baby girl right where he sits when he comes over?" He groaned as your inner walls clamped down in a merciless squeeze at the sheer taboo of it. "Look at you...milking my cock from just hearing his name. “dirty girl.”
𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : 18+ . jack abbot x adult fem!reader . porn without plot . established relationship . explicit sexual content . public sex . risk of getting caught . rough sex . dominant jack . submissive jack . reader takes control . mating press . prone bone . wall sex . doggy style . dirty talk . praise . degradation . overstimulation . multiple orgasms . possessiveness . messy sex . mdni
navigation : kofi .
the mating press. jack loves folding you in half beneath him, forcing your knees toward your chest until your pussy is completely exposed and there’s nowhere for you to hide from him. he’d pin your thighs down with his forearms before driving his cock into you with deep, brutal thrusts that make the entire bed shake.
the position lets him watch your cunt stretch around him, slick coating his shaft and gathering messily around the base. he’d keep his eyes fixed between your legs, groaning whenever your pussy clenches hard enough to interrupt his rhythm. “keep them open,” he’d order when your thighs try to close, pressing them farther apart as he pounds directly into the spot that makes you sob.
his pelvis would grind against your clit every time he bottoms out, giving you so much pressure that your body starts trembling beneath him. when you tell him you’re going to cum, jack wouldn’t slow down or let you escape the overstimulation. he’d fuck you straight through it, watching your pussy gush around his cock while praising you for taking him so well.
prone bone with your wrists pinned. jack would press you flat against the mattress, spread your thighs with his knees and force your wrists together above your head beneath one large hand. he’d settle his weight over you before pushing his cock into your pussy from behind, filling you so deeply that your breath catches against the pillow.
the position makes every stroke feel thick and relentless, his hips grinding hard against your ass whenever he buries himself completely. he’d keep your body trapped beneath his, using his free hand to grip your hip and drag you back onto his cock. every attempt to squirm would only make him hold you tighter, his mouth brushing your ear as he tells you to stop running from what you asked for.
he’d fuck you slowly at first, making you feel every vein and inch before his restraint snaps and his thrusts become rough enough to leave your thighs shaking. your moans would be muffled by the sheets while he grunts above you, completely focused on the wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of your cunt. jack would stay buried inside you when you cum, grinding deeply until every helpless clench around him has passed.
standing against the wall. jack would lift you like you weigh nothing, pinning your back against the wall while your legs lock around his waist. one hand would grip beneath your ass while the other braces beside your head, keeping you steady as he guides his cock into your dripping pussy.
the angle forces you to take him deeply with every short, punishing thrust, your body jolting against the wall each time his hips slam forward. he’d bury his face against your neck, biting and sucking at your skin while your nails dig into his shoulders. when your legs begin slipping, he’d tighten his hold and thrust harder, using his strength to bounce you on his cock without giving you any control over the pace.
“you wanted it rough,” he’d remind you, voice low and breathless as your cunt squeezes around him. the friction would leave your clit dragging against his pelvis, making you cum while he continues holding you open and fucking you through it. by the time he finally lowers you, your knees would barely support you and your pussy would still be clenching around the emptiness he left behind.
bent over somewhere public. jack’s favourite version of public sex would be somewhere hidden enough that nobody can actually see you, but close enough to other people that you have to stay quiet. he’d pull you into a locked hospital storeroom, a dark parking structure stairwell or an empty corridor after hours, already hard from watching you tease him all shift.
the second the door closes, he’d bend you over the nearest surface, yank your clothes aside and spread your ass with both hands. he’d rub the swollen head of his cock through your wet folds before pushing inside you slowly, making you bite down on your hand to keep from crying out. once he’s fully buried, he’d grab your hips and fuck you with hard, controlled thrusts while footsteps and distant voices pass frighteningly close outside.
“not a sound,” he’d whisper, even as he deliberately angles his cock against the spot that makes your knees buckle. every wet slap of his hips against your ass would seem obscenely loud, and jack would cover your mouth when your moans become impossible to swallow. he’d make you cum trembling against the counter, his cock still driving into your pussy while he listens calmly for anyone approaching the door.
you riding him while he gives you control. jack would sit back against the headboard with his legs spread, hands resting loosely at his sides while he tells you that you’re allowed to do whatever you want with him. you’d straddle his lap, wrap your fingers around his cock and guide him into your pussy at your own pace, watching his jaw tighten as you sink slowly onto every inch.
for once, he wouldn’t grip your hips or control your rhythm, letting you grind, bounce and use his body exactly how you need. you could pin his wrists against the mattress, grab his hair or wrap your hand around his throat while he looks up at you with dark, hungry eyes. jack would struggle not to take over when your tits bounce in front of him and your wet cunt keeps swallowing his cock, but he’d obey every order you give him.
“hands off,” you’d remind him whenever his fingers twitch toward your waist, and he’d grit his teeth while letting you ride him harder. he’d praise you between rough breaths, telling you how good you look using his cock to make yourself cum. only after you’ve finished shaking around him would you finally let him grab your ass and fuck upward into you until he loses control too.
doggy with one leg raised. jack would push you onto your hands and knees before lifting one of your legs onto the mattress beside you, spreading you wider and changing the angle until his cock reaches almost unbearably deep. he’d grip your waist with both hands and pull you back onto him, forcing your pussy to take every hard thrust without letting you crawl forward.
your arms would eventually collapse beneath you, leaving your chest pressed to the bed and your ass raised for him. jack would watch your cunt stretch around his shaft, wetness running down your thighs as he pounds into you from behind. one hand would slide around your body to rub your clit while the other stays firmly around your hip, keeping you positioned exactly how he wants.
when your pussy tightens, he’d slow down just enough to make you whine before slamming back inside and restarting the brutal rhythm. “that’s it, take it,” he’d groan, fingers working your clit faster as every thrust forces broken cries from your mouth. he’d keep fucking you until you cum so hard that your raised leg slips and he has to hold your shaking body upright against him.
he loves holding it and touching it and grabbing at your hips and waist and resting his tired lil head on it when he wants to sleep soooo bad but his insomnia won’t let him. he loves to kiss it as he works his way down to your sopping cunt, loves to press down on it while his cock is buried deep in you, asking if you can feel him all the way in your guts. he loves it in a bikini, strings pulled up high on your hips, belly soft. he loves it in a dress - so much so that he hides your spanx, wanting to see every single curve your body has to offer.
need a pope smut where he makes reader sit on his face and he just can’t help but touch himself while he eats you out
─── FAVORITE POSITION
SUMMARY: There are some days when Andrew just can't get enough of you. So if that means he wants to fuck you silly on his cock and then have you cumming in his mouth right after, so be it.
WARNINGS: slight dirty talk, oral (female receiving, face sitting), masturbation, Pope just loves to be buried in your cunt <3
AUTHORS NOTE: from the bottom of my heart, thank you for sending this in, something about sitting on Pope's face is so brain melting to me hehe
PAIRING: Andrew Pope Cody x Reader
MAIN MASTERLIST
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"Andy...oh, fuck. Andrew, I'm gonna cum!"
He's got you right where he wants you; fucked out and dumb on his cock, spluttering out whines and profanities. Your cunt clenches around him, desperate to milk him of his release but he's not ready.
He wants his fix—a full fix. He's had a generous dose of your pussy sucking him in, of your tits bouncing in his face and his teeth around your pebbled nipples.
And as much as Andrew loves when you cum around him, when you squeeze his cock so tight it sometimes almost makes him black out, he wants you cumming in his mouth tonight, instead.
A shriek of a gasp tumbles wetly off your lips when his grip on your waist lifts you off the length of his cock, settling you on his rigid abdomen instead.
He hates to do it to you, he really does. But some sick part of him soars at the sight of your teary eyes and desperate pout. Call him a sadist but watching and feeling you rub your sopping pussy over his stomach almost makes him bust.
"Andy—wh—"
"I know you wanna cum, angel." He coos, pawing at the supple skin of your hips and dragging you closer until you’re making a puddle on his chest. "But I wanna taste you when you do."
You're rising slightly on trembling knees when you look at him through bleary vision; the precipice of an orgasm clouding your gaze and fucking with your head.
There's a darkness that washes over Andrew's eyes when he shuffles down the bed slightly, when his head rests against the pillows instead of the headboard, when your cunt is hovering just inches over his face instead of his chest.
He's just so fucking hungry for you. A lust that blows his pupils black and has your blood burning hot beneath your skin.
Pope reaches for your ass, grabbing sensual handfuls and kneading once, twice, before finding your hips again.
"Yeah?" You whisper, and although your voice is hoarse from moans and cries, there's an undeniable twinge of excitment laced within it.
"Yeah. Come on, baby. Sit on my face, let me taste you."
You don't need much more convincing to let him guide you down to his face, his head lifting to close the distance as his hot tongue wipes through the strings of your arousal.
A gasp slips from the back of your throat when he swirls his tongue around your entrance, when he dips it inside and massages it against that part just before your g-spot.
Pope can't help but whimper into your pussy, the taste of you so intoxicating he doesn't know how he'll ever function again without it staining his tongue every moment of every day.
His grip on your hips tightens and he's pulling you closer until his head is sinking into the pillows and your cunt is suffocating him entirely. He doesn't know why he's never suggested this before, why he's never thought of it.
The sounds of your desperate whines above go straight to his aching cock, the rocking of your hips against his mouth enough to have him releasing a hand on you in search of himself.
He wraps a fist around his length with a tight grip when your clit rubs against his nose and you're panting words of filth and praise. Pope doesn't think he's ever found something more erotic in his life than this moment.
His fist begins to move, pumping in quick successions—needy and desperate and mirroring the pace of your rolling hips. His stubble is scratching at your inner thighs, no doubt going to leave a burn but all you can do is tangle your fingers in his curls and tug.
The beg lands heavy in his balls, has his entire body stiffening. It's a split second decision he makes to abandon your needy little hole and wrap his lips around your puffy clit instead. A wise one, by the sound of your fucked out cries and trembling body above.
He's going to cum at the taste of your own release filling his mouth and Andrew holds not one ounce of shame about it. He rubs the flat of his tongue against your nub quickly, sucking on the hood at the same time and suddenly, all you can do it make choked noises and scratch helplessly at his scalp.
Andrew knows you're cumming because you're gushing into his mouth and all over his face; sobbing out his name and how much you love him and just how fucking good he makes you feel.
It's an intense mixture of it all that has his cock twitching and balls tightening until he's spurting hot ribbons of cum all over his hand and abdomen.
And with the overwhelming release that seizes his lungs, Andrew finally realizes it's been about three and a half minutes since he heaved a full enough breath.
But he's gentle when he releases his cock and slowly eases you off his face to sit on his chest again, lungs gulping down air while you do the same. He keeps his palms on your waist, can tell by the sticky sheen on your skin and daze in your eyes that you're stuggling to keep yourself up right.
It's bleary when you blink down at the literal man of your dreams, when the golden glow of the nightstand lamp glistens against his cum-soaked face.
The sight alone has your cunt quivering.
"Jesus Christ, Andrew." You pant through shallow breaths. "Where did that come from?"
He has the audacity to look sheepish, but doesn't divulge that it's now his new favorite position. “Dunno, but I wish we'd done that sooner."
His reply pulls a laugh from deep in your chest, the sound causing his heart to soar as his cock softens to something limp and heavy against his thigh. He doesn't think he'll ever tire of the sound of your happiness.
You reach out for his hand, finding something sticky when you meet his skin and he pulls away quickly, catching his mistake with a grimace while you fight the smile at the fact that he got himself off to eating you out.
"We need to shower."
You could've predicted that—his post-nut clarity, if you will. As soon as the high of his orgasm begins to mellow, he's always quickly reminded of how sticky and sweaty your bodies have become.
He's also overwhelmed that with every inhale, all he can do it smell the scent of your pussy that's seeping into his pours.
It's all a bit too much for him and within half a minute, he's carried you into the shower and is washing you both clean.
the substance - ship medic!jack, security specialist!pope, financier!titus x field researcher!reader
word count: 8.0k
warnings: dead dove: do not eat, rape/non-con, fem!reader, space exploration!au, sex pollen trope, age gap, forced proximity, mild claustrophobia, surveillance (titus puts a camera in your shower…), non-consensual voyeurism (re: previous), sedation, mild paralysis, predator/prey dynamic, bondage, unprotected sex, forced orgasms, outdoor sex, breeding kink, foursome, double vaginal penetration, anal play, squirting, fingerfucking, rough sex, primal play/animalistic behavior, mind break, corruption kink, cnc/rape roleplay, cum play, spit kink, pussy slapping, manhandling, choking, humiliation/degradation kink, objectification (by titus mostly lmao!), size kink, another “slow” burn, btw I made up all of the science stuff so pls ignore inaccuracies lol!
summary: you're hired by titus to help find valuable natural resources that will hopefully make him a trillionaire. so, you go on an expedition with him and his brothers to a planet in a far away galaxy that has whispers of abundant resources for harvest.
only for you to discover a brand new substance that will alter your relationship with the men forever…
a/n: is this a lot of world building for a sex pollen induced foursome? yes, yes it is!
hope it's a sick read ♡
Pope notices how quiet you are. Though, it's understandable, given the circumstances.
You agreed to go on a year-long journey with him and his brothers to a barely canvassed planet.
Just you, alone, with three much older men.
You have no idea why you agreed. Titus could've taken any of his researchers. He offered the position to the lot of you.
So, what compelled you to apply?
What made you want to ace that interview? To impress the man who funds your research?
You don't know. It just happened. You didn't think you'd get it. You're barely the best researcher in his many, many laboratories.
You are smart, but you're also young and have never been on a space expedition before. It would've suited Titus better, at least from an economical standpoint, to pick someone older, with more experience in the field.
But he picked you.
Because if Titus was going to be stuck on a spaceship with anyone, at least you're nice to look at.
A good piece of eye candy for him and his brothers.
Jack scoffs at that. “Don't talk about her like she's a thing.”
“Oh, get off your high horse.” Titus rolls his eyes. He knows Jack can see what him and Pope see.
That you're a pretty girl who chose to get on a cramped ship with three men.
What did you think was going to happen?
You all share a bedroom. Four bunks. You sleep on top of Jack's. Titus has the one across from you and Pope is below him.
The beds are like pods, in case of turbulence, so there's a way to close them off when it's time to sleep.
You always close yours off. You'd rather them not be able to see what you look like while you're asleep.
Sometimes Titus debates opening it. He hopes one day to catch you touching yourself. He's sure you do. There are needs a woman has that can only be fulfilled one way.
He could give you that pleasure, if you only asked.
Pope doesn't like the look in Titus's eye when you climb out of bed and sit down with them for breakfast. He can tell Titus makes you uncomfortable. You never choose to sit next to him.
You always sit next to Jack and sit across from Pope. You give Pope a curt nod and a light smile before shifting your attention to the packaged food in front of you.
As routine as it is, you have every meal with them. It's supposed to keep you all sane, eating together.
But it only makes you feel a little crazier every time your knees brush against Jack's or Pope's under the table.
The close quarters are definitely getting to you. There's not much room to walk around the ship, other than in the lab. That's where you spend most of your time.
You catch up on research papers. You chart out the possible flora and fauna of the planet based on its climate and its surroundings. You grow your little plants, so that you have fresh vegetables to eat. They're growing well, thankfully.
It's been three months since this journey started. Three months in, and none of the triplets have made a move on you yet.
You're unsure if you're grateful for that or not.
You shouldn't want any of them to but the forced proximity has you feeling a bit antsy.
It doesn't help that they're men who, on occasion, like to lounge without their shirts on after a workout. You're certain they do it on purpose. There's no reason for them to show off when it's temperature regulated in here.
If they were too warm, they could turn down the thermostat. But they just strip instead.
And you have to go hide out in your lab to avoid staring at them.
It's worse on the days that they spar because it means you have to be there too. Pope likes to make sure his brothers aren't slacking off.
Pirates are a thing out here in the depths of space and despite the cramped nature of the ship, it's still a very costly piece of machinery. It would go for a high price on the black market, so Pope wants to ensure you're all prepared for the possibility of getting raided.
Which means you need to know how to fight too.
That requires you to spar with each of them…
Titus always manages to grab you a little too hard or touch you a little too much. Jack is more cautious when it's his turn, but he never goes easy on you and you don't go easy on him despite his prosthetic leg. Pope is the only one who tries his hardest to level the playing field. He spars with you carefully and does his best to make sure you're always improving.
But every time he drops you onto your back and climbs on top of you, you have to tap out. Because your heart can't take the feeling of his body pressed up so close to your own, the weight of it making you think thoughts you shouldn't.
He helps you up and checks your skin, ensuring he hadn't thrown you down too hard.
“I'm fine, Andrew.” You shrug him off. “I'll go shower first.”
You get your sparring done before they go at it. That way, you can shower and be all cleaned up before they're done. Lessens the amount of time you have to spend in their sweaty presence.
Titus chuckles to himself when you leave, telling his brothers, “don't you think she's so cute when she acts all shy like that?”
“You're too aggressive with her.” Pope scolds his brother. “You could hurt her.”
“She's a tough girl.” Titus doesn't pay any mind to Pope's worries. “She disarmed me without too much effort, even with me grabbing her tight.”
“You'll have to stop being a distraction once we land.” Jack has been preparing for the field and he doesn't need his brother to slow you all down.
The ship will land on the planet soon. It took three months to get here. It'll be six months of research, finding and documenting as many valuable resources as possible, then the journey back home. From there, Titus can have a larger crew do the heavy lifting of extracting the resources from the planet.
You're thankful that you'll be landing soon. It means you all can set up camp and the camp structures will provide much more space than the close quarters of the ship. You'll have your own section to rest, no longer needing to worry about sleeping beside these three men.
“Have you decided where we should land?” Jack asks you now that the ship is hovering close to the atmosphere of the planet.
“Ah, yes.” You picked a corner of the planet where the elevation isn't too high. Less atmospheric pressure, meaning it'll be easier to breathe.
A lot more natural resources will be abundant as well. You'll likely be able to chart many new plants. From initial scouting, there aren't any large animals on the planet. It hasn't reached that evolutionary stage just yet. The only predator these flora and fauna have is the environment itself.
A rather peaceful environment, with breathable oxygen.
The ship lands in a patch of a prairie where it will be easy to set up camp around it. You help the men unload the ship. There's a reason the living quarters were so small. The ship had to use the rest of the space for equipment, like an all terrain vehicle that fits four people, field research supplies and many autonomous helper drones.
“We should scout for water and food.” You grab some gear, like testing devices to make sure nothing is poisonous, and throw on your hiking pack.
You're well dressed for field research and the climate of the planet is quite mild. Not too hot. The three suns in this solar system aren't overbearing, given their distance.
There is enough food and water to last you all three years, which is about the time it should take for a rescue team to come find you all if anything were to happen. But, it's always better to find a food source and water supply that is readily available to consume since everything from the ship is packaged and specially sealed to last decades. It's better to avoid having to use those resources unless absolutely necessary, just in case.
You have some drones scout for water sources and then you all take the vehicle to check them out. Jack had tried to get Titus to stay behind and watch over the camp construction but he's monitoring it from a tablet in his lap instead from the front seat.
“I can yell at these fucking bots over the screen. Why do I have to be there? I'm also the best tracker out of all of us, in case you forgot my hunting skills.” Titus reminds his brothers that he is the one who wins the yearly hunt whenever they go out to their cabin.
“We shouldn't kill anything that could have sentience.” You warn the three of them. “We can't disturb the natural way of life.”
“What if it's a really big bug?” Titus can see a few contenders buzzing around him.
“Try to avoid it as much as you can.” You scan the flies buzzing around the buggy to get them added into your catalog. “They're still alive and we're not their natural predators. They deserve a chance to live how evolution intended them to.”
“No bugs, got it.” Titus slumps in his seat, shifting his sunglasses on more securely so he can watch the drones at work on his tablet under the blazing sun.
Pope drives you all to each possible water source but only two of them tested clear enough to use for drinking water. The drones will establish a way to get the water back to camp via small pipes that shouldn't disturb the environment too much for proper filtration.
By the time you're back, camp is built.
“Good job, tin fuckers!” Titus pats one of the drones on the head and it flies away to its charging dock after, desperately needing to recharge after a long day's work.
“They aren't made of tin.” You tell Titus, though you're certain he knows and he just wanted to say the words “tin fuckers”.
“I sure hope not. I paid good money for those.” He spent top dollar to get the best drones for this expedition and it looks like he got his money's worth.
The camp is incredibly well done. The structure is pod based, so there are several pods connected by airlocked walkways. The prairie you landed on provided ample space for the drones to build a home base here. It's an advantageous spot on the planet, given the treeline in the distance and the proximity to the large lake that is full of fresh water.
Pope can easily set up a watch perimeter with cameras and sensors. He reviewed the flora and fauna types that are likely on this planet so he plans accordingly.
Jack sets up his medical station. A lot of his work is also repair based. He got good at fixing up machinery since he has had to fix up his prosthetic leg on the spot during many expeditions.
“Do you have a back up?” You make small talk as you help him calibrate the healing pod.
“Several.” Jack lifts his pant leg to show you an incredibly well done prosthetic with several custom enhancements. “But I like this one the best. I can be on my feet all day and it doesn't feel any different.”
“It must still be a lot to account for in your day to day, though.” The ship had a custom bathroom with a place for Jack to be able to wash and repair his prosthetic. The same customization will likely be present in his private bathroom in his designated pod.
He shrugs. “I've had this leg for longer than you've been alive. I think I've gotten the hang of it.”
Jack flashes you a grin and you can't help how embarrassed you feel when you realize just how much older he is compared to you.
Him and his brothers…they're double your age…
You've never been more grateful for privacy. Those three months in such close proximity had you incredibly riled up in more ways than one. The first time you can shower without needing to worry that one of them could slip in at any moment, you touch yourself. And it's exactly what you needed for relief.
Minus the thoughts that brewed in your head during it. Of Pope's body pinning you down. Of Titus grabbing you and holding you tight. Of Jack sitting you on his lap and having you—
Someone knocks on your airlocked door, interrupting your recollection of your moment of self care in the shower. You quickly set down the towel you were using to dry your hair and walk over to see Pope at your door.
You activate the airlock and the door opens.
“Everything alright?” You ask him, wondering what he's doing.
“I need to check something.” Pope has an inkling his suspicion is correct but he isn't sure just yet. “Can I look around?”
“Of course.” You invite him to scope out whatever he needs to.
He is the security specialist, after all.
Is he worried there's something unsafe about your pod?
Pope finds what he's looking for hidden in your shower head. A tiny little camera, no doubt installed there by Titus using one of the drones. He unplugs it and stuffs it into his pocket.
Then, he doesn't mention it to you because it's obvious you've just showered.
Which means his brother has already gotten a glimpse of you, a glimpse he definitely should not have been allowed.
“Is everything okay?” You ask Pope as he makes his way out of your room.
“Yeah. Just wanted to make sure the traction pads for the shower were stable. Can't risk you slipping.” He lies through his teeth before he heads out without looking at you.
Pope has his earbuds in, so he connects the camera to his mini security tablet that he has on him at all times. And then he watches the video the camera transmitted during your shower.
It makes him stop short of Titus's pod. Pope stands there, his eyes glued to the screen, your voice whimpering his name while you finger yourself with your head leaned up against the wall of the shower.
Not just his name. His brothers’ too…
All while you're begging them to—
The airlock door whooshes open in front of Pope and he looks up to see Titus smirking at him from the other side of the walkway.
“I bet you’re regretting ripping my shit out of her shower now.” Titus puts his hand out. “Give it back. I paid good money to get such crisp quality in a shower cam.”
Pope steps into the walkway and the door seals shut behind him before blasting him with decontamination materials. Only then is he allowed to step into Titus's pod. It's all safety protocol, just in case a biohazard is unleashed inside the structure.
“Why the fuck would you do this?” Pope throws the camera at Titus. “This isn't right.”
“Was it right for her to fantasize about us while she touches herself?” His smirk only grows. “Come on, Pope. Don't pretend like you won't jerk yourself off until you're dry to that video I know you saved on your tablet.”
Fuck. Titus is right. It is saved on his tablet.
He put it into the security drive, the one only he has access to.
At least, that's what he thought.
But Pope had forgotten that he gave Jack access to it, since Jack did surveillance for the military so he wanted to stay informed on the security measures Pope was putting in place.
Jack was not expecting to see a video of you, naked, in the shower when he checked that drive. Nor could he stop his curiosity from getting the better of him and clicking on it. He reasoned it was just to see why the video was there. Maybe there was a safety protocol Pope wanted to discuss with you.
He tried to think sane thoughts but they didn't last. Because the moment you moaned his name while you came on your fingers, Jack had his hand unconsciously kneading his cock through his pants.
It's disturbing how easily Jack and his brothers fell into such depravity over a singular video. You're so desperate in it, in your vulnerable moment of privacy, begging to be fucked by the three of them. It was like you released all of that need you built up in that single shower.
But it only lingered more…now that you've been noticing that the men casually touch you more than they ever did before.
You thought you were going crazy but you're sure that they have been touching you more. A hand on your back to move you aside. A thigh pressed against your own in the buggy. A hard body pushed up against your back when you're in the field and need help reaching for a plant sample.
“I got it.” You tell Pope who is hovering behind you. “Thanks for always helping.”
You drop the leaf into one of the sample bags and add it to your findings for the day. Then, you look up at Pope and blink a few times, confused.
“Andrew?” You wonder why he's staring so blankly forward.
Until he snaps out of the trance and shifts his attention back to you. “Hmmm?”
“Are you alright?” You look at him with concern. “You spaced out just then.”
He did indeed space out. Because, involuntarily, his mind had conjured up the image of you with your clothes ripped off, your bare body squished up against that tree in front of the two of you, with his cock buried deep inside of your pussy, pounding away until you were screaming and crying for him to stop right before he fills you with his cum.
He could barely shake the thought away. It stays plastered in the back of his mind the entire ride back to base.
It only gets worse from that day forward. The same anomaly happens to Jack and Titus as well.
Perverse, involuntary thoughts of raping you pregnant…of watching you take them over and over again until you're so stuffed to the brim that there's no way they didn't fuck a baby into you.
You observe something odd the next time the four of you are out. A mouselike creature, so small, so innocent, with a unique little marking like a birthmark above its eye. You have to turn your eyes away when you watch as a pack of what must be predators pounce on that poor creature, presumably to devour it whole.
But then, a few weeks later, you see that same mouse again. It had to have been the same mouse, because it had the same birthmark. Surrounded by those same predators, and its children.
They're protecting their kin and their mate.
It's strange because the two species are both mammals but they seem too different to mate. The predators are much bigger than the innocent little mouselike creature. And yet, it had their offspring…
Did it…want…to have those offspring…or is it simply something that was deemed necessary by nature?
What compelled those bigger creatures to mate with a much smaller one? One they'd have to protect as a clan?
You check in on them every time you happen to be in the vicinity. The predators huddle close to the mouselike creature.
Are they…cuddling?
It seems content to be burrowed between its mates, who surround it in a circle.
It's almost gentle, despite the forceful beginnings.
Perhaps it’s a mating ritual. A bond establishment. Now, the creatures are linked forever and can't live without the other.
You just wonder what started it. You've yet to see any others like them. You've seen the predators and you've seen the mouselike creatures independently but only that singular instance of a crossover.
The animals don't roam in the same places.
They would've never met otherwise, besides something drawing them together.
As nature intended for it to be.
You observe the plants nearby, cataloging them. Today, you left with only Jack. Pope has been feeling unwell so Titus stayed behind to watch him. You told Jack you didn't need a babysitter but he insisted on coming in case you needed medical care in any way.
You're unsure if him grabbing you and kissing you counts as medical care…
“Jack, what are you—” You can't get the rest of your question out because he slips his tongue into your mouth and tugs you into his lap in the buggy, forcing you to straddle him.
His grip is strong. You can't worm your way out of it.
And you can feel his bulge pressing up against you from below.
“I can't stand it anymore.” He breathes out onto your lips, before trailing kisses along your jaw. “I just need to be inside of you.”
“Wait, what—” You try to shove him away while he tries to pull off your shorts.
He growls at your resistance. “Stop fighting me. I know you want it too.”
What is he talking about—
Jack manages to tug your shorts off enough for him to flip you around and bend you over the steering wheel so he can bury his face between your legs, eating you out like he does in the filthy, depraved thoughts he gets when he thinks of you. You grip onto the dashboard of the car, not knowing how to react, not knowing what to do. He has you pinned down, his hands gripping your hips so hard that you're certain you’ll be wearing his fingerprints later.
“You're going to fucking cum for me.” He says right before he starts to suck on your clit like a madman.
And you can't stop the orgasm that rips through you.
You've never cum like that before. And it hasn't stopped…
“Jack, please!” You need him to stop!
“Please what?” He spits so hard on your pussy before stuffing two fingers in. “Are you going to beg me to make you cum? Go ahead, beg.”
Your eyes roll back in your head when his fingers curl inside of you and you're clawing at the dashboard, desperate for some kind of leverage to hold onto before an earth shattering orgasm crashes through you and you're left a moaning mess, cumming all over his fingers.
“If I knew you were going to cum that easily, I would've made you work for it.” He unzips his pants and pulls his cock out, tugging you back so he can line you up to take him. “But I'll be kind. I'll let you cum as much as you want as long as you get pregnant.”
You're so dazed that you barely have the bandwidth to register his words or him slamming you down onto his cock. You're crying out his name, gripping the steering wheel hard as Jack smacks your clit over and over again until you're cumming on his cock.
You can't think straight. He's fucking you so fast and so roughly that he isn't giving you a moment to comprehend what's going on.
What has gotten into him…
And why does it send such a thrill through you?
Your body relishes in the orgasms he draws out of you. Over and over again, he has you reeling while you try so desperately not to crave more of this feeling.
But the moment he cums inside of you, it's like a switch has flipped in your head.
The desire to be bred consumes you in a way that feels primal. You just have to have his child.
Or his brothers’ child.
They're identical triplets. The child would genetically be theirs.
And you would be all theirs too.
Their mate—no.
What's going on?
You snap out of the trance you've been put in, tugging yourself off of Jack. Then, before he has the mind to grab you and lug you back onto his still hard cock, you shoot him with a tranquilizer that was in the glove compartment.
He's out immediately, slumped over the steering wheel. You go to the other side of him and shove him into the passenger seat before quickly starting the vehicle and heading back to base. You take a moment to glance over at him, shocked that he's still hard.
Jack’s arms are all veiny too, his hands clenched into fists, like aggression has flooded his body. Heat floods yours when you feel his cum leaking out of you and your heart starts hammering in your chest.
You didn't feel like this before he came inside of you.
There's something wrong with his cum. There has to be…
You hop out of the vehicle, leaving Jack there. He'll wake up eventually.
You're unsure if you want to be there when he does.
Or maybe you do, so he can fuck you silly again.
What the fuck are your thoughts right now?
This isn't good!
You sprint through airlock after airlock, needing to get to your lab. You need to process a sample of Jack's cum. There has to be something there that will explain what is going on and why your body is aching to be filled again and again.
You barely make it to your lab, your legs giving out beneath you. It's like you're paralyzed from the waist down.
And you all can think about is cumming.
You close your eyes, slipping your hand into your pants, rubbing one out. Thankfully, you cum quickly and that's enough to get the feeling back in your feet. You get up and grab a sample tray before carefully dipping the slide inside of you. You gathered this would be the easiest way, versus fingering yourself. You might not want to stop if you start…
You slip the slide into the analyzer and sit down on a nearby chair, the mere act of sitting making your clit needy for friction.
“Deep breaths.” You grab onto the table in front of you, trying to stay sentient and present and not sex crazed, breathing in deep, focusing on every inhale and exhale.
You have to keep your mind off the need to be fucked.
Just until it's done analyzing the slide.
Just until—
The door to the lab whooshes open, air blasting in and out so quickly. You're surprised you didn't hear the airlock, but then again you're so focused on trying not to lose your mind.
You should've had the mind to lock the fucking door…
Because Pope has you pinned to the ground in a flash.
You struggle against him, begging him, “please don't do this, you don't want this!”
“I've wanted you since the day you stepped foot on that ship.” He rips your pants down until your pussy is exposed and tugs off his own just enough to pull his cock out. “I can't wait any longer.”
You cum the moment the tip of his cock hits your womb. It blurs your vision from how intense it is. You're gasping for air, your body convulsing beneath him.
“You swallow me up so well.” He tells you before his hands wrap around your throat. “Open your mouth.”
You don't listen and he growls at you, choking you until you're forced to open your mouth for him. He spits into your mouth and it hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag on it.
“Show me you can swallow my spit and my cum.” He spits in your mouth again before ramming his cock deeper and dumping a load of cum inside of you, the warmth causing your back to arch. You swallow his spit and he feels it against his hands that are gripping your throat, prompting him to smile and say, “good girl. Tastes good, doesn't it?”
It does taste good…which shoots such a tingle through your body. Though, that might just be his twitching cock.
You don't know how he is still hard…
It's like how Jack was. Pope doesn't stop fucking you, though this time he starts kissing you too, swapping saliva, groaning like an animal in heat. You can barely breathe and your mind is swimming from the orgasms he keeps forcing out of you.
You're making a mess beneath him, squirting from every rough thrust of his cock.
You hate how much you love it.
Your body wants to cling to him. Your mind is breaking, fragmenting into pieces. Some parts of your brain want freedom, while the other parts want to be claimed.
You reach into your back pocket to pull out one of the tranquilizer dart refills and jab it into Pope's exposed arm. He looks at you with such menace before he completely passes out.
You're barely strong enough to slip his cock out of your pussy and shove him off of you.
Has he gotten…bigger?
Pope has been “sick” for a few days now. Sick with lust for you. He locked himself in his pod, in hopes of fighting off whatever sick thoughts were running through his mind with time. But time only made it worse.
Then, when he could sense your presence near him, his body had moved before his mind could use its last bit of reason left to stop him.
Now, he's out cold on the floor…
You help tuck himself back into his pants, again surprised that he's still hard and throbbing. You get up then and go to see if the sample has been processed yet.
It has.
And the results are insane.
You blink in disbelief at what you're seeing on the screen of your research tablet.
From the sample you gave, it extracted a substance that could increase fertility and also cause the body to want to procreate.
Like an aphrodisiac on steroids…
But where did it come from?
You cross reference the substance with any of the plant samples you've collected thus far, letting your algorithm do the work of matching up the chemical components.
Only to find out—
"Fuck.” You stare at the map you're looking at that designates where your samples were found.
And what matches the aphrodisiac is the prairie grass pollen.
It doesn't seem to affect you directly, not until it's been absorbed by one of the men through contact, probably from just breathing it in casually over these past few months, and forced into you via their saliva or cum.
The pollen protects the grass because no creatures dwell in the grass for a reason…
The perfect patch of land for your spaceship and home base is a hellscape of overdosed pheromones.
Those predators you saw, they ate the grass. Perhaps that's why they were so much bigger than their counterparts. The pollen must contain trace amounts of whatever the growth component in the grass is.
You swallow nervously.
You cannot let these men eat the grass.
They already outnumber you. You can't imagine what they'd be capable of if they got bigger and scarier…
Why are you getting so wet at the thought?
Stop that! You need to figure out if there's a cure!
But you can't think straight again…
It's like you're having orgasm withdrawal. You need to cum in order to think.
This can't be happening!
You use the last bit of rationality in your head to have your research algorithms figure out how to neutralize the effect. Then, you focus the rest of your energy on getting back to your pod.
When you're in there, you'll lock it and then you can perform self care in peace. There was no way you could stay here at the lab where Pope was lying completely sedated.
You check your pockets. No more darts.
You're on your own until the tablet can figure out some kind of neutralizing agent.
You just need to get to your pod.
You just need to get there—
A pair of arms grabs you and yanks you into a nearby airlock. You're blasted with the decontamination process and then dragged into the next room. You hear the familiar sound of the pod locking.
It's a biometric lock. Only the person whose room it is can unlock it.
And this isn't your room…
“You smell like my brothers.” Titus sniffs you very dramatically. “They got to you first. What a shame.”
He tosses you down on his bed and before you can shove him off, he grabs your wrists and ties them to the headboard with your shirt. You can't break free!
“Don't struggle.” Titus digs his fingers into your thighs, holding you steady. “Or I'll tie you down and rape you until you're pregnant.”
“You're going to do that anyways!” You shout at him. “Titus, please, this isn't you, this is—”
“This isn't me?” He lets out a laugh that sends a shiver down your spine. “You should speak for yourself.”
He proceeds to rip off the rest of your clothes until you're completely naked. Then, he licks a line straight up the center of your body, from your pussy all the way to your lips.
You can't even say you're disgusted because your pussy aches for him.
“You know.” He whispers against your lips. “My brothers didn't believe me.”
What is he talking about?
You look at him confused, which draws out his sadistic smile before he explains, “I told them that I had a feeling there was something wrong with the air here. That's why I started limiting my time outside. That's why I'm the only one with a brain left.”
He grips your chin, making you stare right into his eyes. He presses a kiss against your lips. A quick one. Almost hesitant.
Then, Titus slips his tongue into your mouth and groans when he feels your body shake under him from his sloppy kisses.
“What a scared little girl.” He can tell you're frightened by how good it feels.
“Please don't do this. You don’t need to. You're not crazy—”
“That's where you're wrong.” His lips curve into a maniacal smirk. “I'm the craziest one here.”
You can't stop yourself from cumming when Titus sinks his cock into you. He purposefully grinds the tip of his cock against your womb over and over again, teasing you, wanting your body to tremble beneath him.
“Titus, stop! I can cure you, I can make the antidote, so please stop!” You plead to him with your last ounce of sanity.
But then he starts to fuck you and all you can do after that is moan his name as orgasm after orgasm rips through you.
“I don't need to be cured.” He doesn't mind the crazed thoughts. It's nothing he hasn't dealt with before. He likes them. He likes being crazy about you.
It's just a more amplified version of the person he already is.
But he is intrigued by your words, which is why he asks you, “what's causing the insanity?”
“The grass.” You let out breathlessly, your head spinning from all the orgasms.
You can't keep cumming. Your body will surely give out…but he won't stop fucking you, nice and agonizingly slow.
“What about the grass?” He likes how glazed over your eyes look. He finds it fun trying to have a conversation with you while you're so out of it.
“Don't…eat the grass…” You're struggling against your restraints, desperately wanting to grab onto Titus and ride him to death because he's barely fucking you fast enough now.
He slows to a halt and goes, “oh? Why's that?”
“You'll get…too big…” You whimper when he pulls out of you completely. “What are you—”
“Wait right here.” He bops you on your nose, smiling. “I'm going to eat some grass. And I'm going to make my brothers eat some grass. And then we're going to rape you like you wanted us to. Just like you fantasized about in your shower.”
His words have your heart stopping in your chest.
What does he mean…
How does he know about—
Titus pulls up the clip of you in the shower and props his tablet up, setting the clip to play on repeat.
“Have fun watching.” He unlocks his door then and leaves right as you start touching yourself in the shower in the video clip.
You should've never touched yourself to the thought of them raping you. You knew that it would somehow bite you in the ass.
And yet when your mind wanders to them all watching this clip of you, horny for you, wanting you, desiring you so deeply that a grass pollen could cause them to go insane for you…
You can't help the thrill that sends through you. You're fucked up for it but why else would you agree to get on a spaceship and go so far away from civilization with three hot older men?
You weren't doing this virtuously. You did this because you have wanted Titus since the first moment you laid eyes on him. Working for him was your attempt to get closer to him.
So when this job opportunity arose, you had to get it and you're grateful you did.
At least you were grateful.
It wasn't like you hoped for some romantic story but you definitely did not predict that this would be how this expedition went for you.
You, tied up in Titus's bed, leaking out his brothers’ cum, waiting for him to return even crazier than he already is.
Because you know he's going to eat that fucking grass.
And he's going to ensure his brothers do too.
Why are you so excited?
You need to get out of this!
They'll ruin you forever if you let them do this…
You manage to snap out of the heady feeling enough to examine your restraints. If you tug at the seam just right…
You're able to free yourself!
You quickly grab your tablet off the floor where it's laying with your shredded clothes and you look to see if your algorithms have formulated an antidote of some kind yet.
It has. You hit produce using the available resources and it starts making the neutralizer. The data says it will hopefully neutralize most of the pollen's effects.
You need it now.
You find the strength to make your way back to the lab after throwing on some of Titus's clothes.
And you're frightened because Pope's body isn't there.
Where did he go?
Is he…outside with his brothers?
You need to grab these antidotes and hide in your room until it takes effect. From there, you can game plan out what the fuck to do about the triplets that the environment has made into sex crazed psychopaths.
The synthesizer makes fifteen injectable antidotes. It advises that you only do one to test it but the calculations say that you will need two and they each need at least three. Maybe more if they end up eating the grass…
Goosebumps form on your skin, nervous about the effect the grass could have on a human being.
You could barely take their cocks as is.
Could they get…bigger?
You quickly inject yourself with the neutralizing agent in hopes that you don't answer that question in your mind with slick growing between your legs.
It does work quickly. The brain fog is lifting. So you inject the second one and…
What the hell were you thinking?
You can't let them touch you ever again!
You wonder if the grass had influenced you when you had touched yourself in the shower…
It must've. There's no way you thought those crazed thoughts.
Of course you don't want the triplets to rape you!
Why would you—
There's a pounding on the glass door of the lab. Your heart sinks into your stomach. You turn to see the three brothers at the door.
It's bulletproof glass. Biometrically locked. They can't get in.
They can't—
The glass cracks from how hard their punches are hitting it.
No, no, no! That's not possible!
They can't be that strong!
Unless…
You scramble to look for a way out, but there's only one door out and they're blocking it. So, you quickly pull up a tranquilizer formula and smash the “produce” button, praying that your synthesizer can churn it out before they somehow manage to break into your lab. You also pull up the schematics for a gun that can shoot the dart and then print it using the 3D printer in the lab.
You turn back to look at them once you're done setting things up and you let out a yelp at how incredibly crazed they look.
How much of that grass did they eat?
Oh god, what are you going to do when they get in here?
Are you going to let them take you?
Wait, what? You shake your head, trying to dislodge those thoughts from your mind.
You took the antidote so there's no reason for you to think something like that.
Unless it isn't the pollen talking.
You chew on your lip, staring down at the “percentage complete” bar, hoping it moves up faster. Because you need to escape your own head.
You like these men way too much. It's clouding your judgment, even without the influence of an aphrodisiac.
A dark part of your soul wants you to give into this. Let them be crazy about you. Let them take you in more ways than one.
The tranquilizer is done. You quickly grab the gun off the hot printer, ignoring the way the freshly printed filament is searing your skin so you can load the gun with the darts.
Then, when the sound of glass shattering fills the room, you fire.
You fire every single dart.
You hit them all at least once.
But you didn't account for how much bigger they've grown.
The darts do nothing.
Pope snatches you by the waist and doesn't speak a word. He just growls at you then carries you outside with them.
Into the grass…
He throws you down onto the dirt and your clothes are shredded off in a second.
“Please, please don't do this, don't—” Your pleas are quickly silenced by Titus shoving a fistful of the grass into your mouth.
Then, he pinches your nose shut and makes you to breathe through your mouth, forcing you to inhale and swallow some of the grass.
You're fucked.
So fucking fucked.
Because the effects of it are more potent when consumed.
That's why there weren't any wildlife grazing in this particular field. The animals were smart enough to avoid it.
And here the triplets are, having taken it willingly.
They wanted to fuck you up.
Just like you wanted them to in your fantasies.
This is a dream come true, isn't it?
To be ravaged by three psychotic men who share a face? Who want nothing more than to breed you?
You've fallen so deep already, the antidote unable to fight the need surging through your body to submit to them.
Your legs are already opening for them. Your pussy is dripping wet. Your womb is aching to be filled.
You wanted to ask who would go first but then you're hauled up onto Pope and you sink down onto his cock with ease, despite how much bigger he's become. The moan that slips from your lips would've made you feel shy if you weren't so out of it. You're so lost in how good it feels to ride Pope that you barely register Jack lining his cock up to join his brother's.
The moment Jack stuffs himself inside of your pussy alongside Pope's, that last sliver of hope you had of not becoming a mindless vessel for them to use as they'd like evaporates.
You're going to let them breed you.
It's what you want.
It's what nature intended.
Your moans are full of need now, full of desperation for them to fill you up. You grind yourself onto them, swallowing them up just as eagerly as they're both fucking you.
You look up to see Titus's cock hovering above your face and you eagerly let him push it past your lips.
Jack stares at the way your ass is clenching and before you can even think to protest, his thumb is already pushing past that tight ring.
You're full everywhere.
What a perfect place to be.
What a wonderful feeling.
You drown in the orgasms that have your mind completely hazy. You can't think straight. You can't think at all.
You're just supposed to be bred. That's it. That's all you were meant for.
They take turns filling your womb up. They never waste their cum. They want you to have their children.
Only then will you be free from their torment.
But is it torment? You feel so good.
You've never felt this good before, this loved.
They're taking such good care of you.
You're the center of their universe now. You mean the world to them. They would do anything to protect you and ensure that you never try to leave them.
You're all theirs now, to do with as they please.
You don't know when they regain the ability to speak or reason. It doesn't last very long. Sometimes they give you a break to eat or shower but the moment the urge arises, you're held down and fucked until they're satisfied.
They're hardly satisfied for long.
You don't see any regret in their eyes when they fuck you for hours on end without a break. You've memorized the look of pleasure on their faces.
You revel in knowing that they feel good because of you. Because they're using you to feel good. You feel so special!
That is, until they start to wonder why you aren't pregnant yet.
You all are about to go back on the ship to head home and somehow you aren't pregnant, even though they've coated your womb with their release multiple times a day since they gave into their animalistic desire to mate with you.
It isn't until you're off that planet and in the spaceship, in those close quarters again, that you reveal to them that you have a birth control implant. Apparently one that works exceedingly well.
You hadn't thought to take it out. You didn't want to actually get pregnant but you reasoned that the implant couldn't possibly have protected you this well.
But it had.
Until Jack sedates you and proceeds to take it out of your body.
You're fucked over and over again, everyday, multiple times a day, by all three of them without a break for three months straight until you're back on Earth.
Their urges only subside because you are officially pregnant with their child now.
Titus has researchers go to extract the prairie grass so they can make a drug from it that will likely make him a lot of money. He’ll need the money if he's going to support all the children you're bound to have for him and his brothers.
None of you need the substance anymore. You're all bonded to each other on a molecular level.
They love you so much. You've never been more spoiled in your whole life.
You're happy to be all theirs.
Your future children will have the loveliest set of fathers.
You're so glad you went on that expedition.
It's like your mind has completely ignored the fact that this was all a sex pollen induced craze and not actual love.
But who needs love when you can have three men absolutely obsessed with breeding you?
You like that a whole lot better.
a/n: wowie!!!!!! genuinely do not know what the fuck this was LMAO but it was so fun to write! I really enjoyed myself bc I love breeding kink hehe plus I've been really itching to write the sex pollen trope (and a foursome!) ~
may i propose fresh out of prison gooner!pope x sweet, girl next door!reader!!
gooner!pope who instead of getting the recommended therapy sessions, or getting a part-time job after prison, he gets way too wrapped into porn sites and reddit pages.
gooner!pope who everyday dives deeper into filth, each video he rubs his cock raw to being more degrading than the last, kidnapping roleplays, somnophilia, and so on- videos all old and grainy-looking, posted with even dirtier captions.
gooner!pope who has to keep his phone locked and away from his brothers at all times, due to the mass of porn downloaded on his phone.
gooner!pope who tells himself it's better than letting himself sink into depression, that it's healthy to jerk off at least 6 times throughout the day, that having to sneak off to the bathroom of deran's bar because he saw a woman wearing a choker to hump against his palm, just because it reminded him of his favorite petplay video, is normal.
gooner!pope who first meets you when your hauling your moving boxes out of the trunk of your car, little whines of frustration Ieaving your glossy lips, already exciting the broad shouldered man behind you without even knowing.
gooner!pope who is immediately enamored by you, who thinks you look just like the pretty girls he watches, the ones that beg to be fucked and degraded.
gooner!pope who now only watches the girls that look like you, especially loving the ones with masked men, in masks that look like the ones he would wear out on jobs with his brothers, sweetly kissing all over the woman's bodies (that look like yours) as they defile them.
gooner!pope who's brain is so porn-rotted that he truly thinks you feel the same, despite not even knowing his real name, just that he kindly helped you unpack your trunk, and that he for some reason had to keep the boxes below his waist, happening to cover his crotch so that you couldn't see his throbbing hard-on...
❀ ͏᭥ [ MDNI / INBOX / ANONS ] ─ oh i have thoughts. sorry yall i went overboard...1.3k words...oh theres fauxcest btw
[✿] ⁺ RIDING UNCLE POPE'S THIGH <33
Like the house is empty, the only people inhabiting the place are you and your uncle Pope. He's in his usual spot whenever he stays at the Cody compound, sitting in his chair in the middle of the living room. You try not to bother him when he’s wallowing in his own thoughts alone, yk? Scared to push any buttons that are combustible. Your uncle was always volatile when he was going through one of his episodes.
Quickly, you try to speed past him to retrieve your sweater from the couch. Your eyes avoid his as you put on your metaphorical blinders, as if he won’t see you either. Yet, just as your toes hit the base of the couch, Pope speaks. “Where have you been?” he says quietly, making tingles spark across every inch of your body. Your legs begin to go cold as all your movements freeze at the sound of his husky voice.
“I-I was uh—just in my room...” you gulp, hoping that the involuntary small talk wouldn’t go beyond your sentence. But, unfortunately, when you bend down to grab your sweater, something else comes from his lips. “You’ve been in your room all day long," he points out curtly. Your brows knit together in subtle shock. Surprisingly, he’s even noticed your absence, despite him being the reason for it.
“Oh, I…" I didn’t think you were paying attention,” you reply, finally turning around to face his direction. But, looking him in the eye was something you weren’t yet ready for. Staring at your sock-clad feet was far easier than facing him, being under his heavy, dark gaze. “I pay attention,” he grumbles, thick fists still by his sides and feet planted in front of him. The low groan of the ceiling fan only intensifies the fraught churn of your stomach, skin welling up in goosebumps.
Your uncle has struck you speechless. You lost the words you stocked up in preparation for a conversation in the anxious pit in the back of your brain. All you can remember to do is nod and murmur out a quick “I’ll see you later, Uncle Andrew. I’ll be back down when Jay comes home,” and rush out of the living room without looking back.
“Come back,” he orders, voice oddly soft, laced with a sweetness that makes your pores leak. The demand stops you in your tracks, and your grip on your sweater grows tighter. The beats of your heart make themselves known in your throat. His stare bores into the back of your head. There is no way you were able to escape to your room now.
You turn around to face him, obeying his demand. Looking into his light-colored eyes, they seem darker, gaze buzzing the blood in your veins. An indescribable look clouds his irises as he looks up at your beautiful, fretful body. “Come closer. M’not gonna hurt you,” he whispers in a tone that comes off as sarcastic. He knows you’ve got every right to be nervous; he likes how worked up he gets you. An evil tease.
Pope’s eyes wander down your body like it’s on display for him, tracing all the curves of your hips, stomach, thighs, and tits. His glare makes your heart race in your chest, the flutter visible in your chest as you let him ogle all of you to see. The corners of his lips quirked up for a moment before returning to their usual stiffness.
“Sit down.” You obey with hesitance, knowing it’s not the right time to question his authority over you. You start kneeling on the floor, but his hand flies to your wrist before you can get settled. “No. Right here,” he says, patting the muscle of his thick thigh like what he’s telling you to do is normal—it’s not.
“U-uncle Andrew. I-I don’t—"
“Take off your shorts and sit down."
There’s no choice but to listen. Regardless of the wrongness, you want it. Warmth twists in your gut as a wet patch in your panties soaks because of his firm words. Slowly, you nod, pulling your shorts off without a question. Pope wraps his big hands around your waist and guides you onto his thigh, warm and heavy.
Your feet plant on both sides of the legs when you take a seat, gasping out a soft whimper when your covered pussy makes contact with the taut muscle of his leg.
He’s soundless as ever. The only noise coming from him is his low breaths. His head is slightly tilted as he looks at your shaking form; your arms sit awkwardly on your lap, the walls of your throat dry, and your efforts to soothe it are lost when the pope pierces the silence—“You scared of me?”
“No..I"m n-not,” you lie blatantly, swallowing thickly while looking back and forth between both of his eyes. “I see your heart beating…” he says, lifting his hand to touch the spot where he found the erratic pulse.
“I'm..I’m just nervous,” you manage to get out, picking at the skin of your hand, but Pope is quick to stop your bad habit and replace your fingers with his. He holds it tight like he’s trying to draw out your nervousness and calm the anxiety evident all over your body. “Don’t be nervous. I won’t hurt you. I'll never hurt you.” His words are a strong contrast to the lifestyle you’ve seen him live out in front of your eyes ever since you met him.
He lets go of your hand, the weight of his hand resting on top of your hips, grip tightening as he grinds you down on the taut muscle of his meaty thigh. It’s slow and light—like he’s experimenting with you, as if you were his own test animal. You whimper at the sudden friction, hands soaring up to his broad shoulders for support involuntarily. He keeps a hand on your hips and uses the other to wander up and down the curves of your trembling body. He cups your bare tit through your tank top, coaxing out a sharp gasp from you.
Your back arches instinctively when he squeezes the soft mounds, rolling his fingers over the hardened peaks. He takes his bottom lip between his teeth and rocks your hips again. He already feels your wetness leaking through your cute little panties. It makes him throb.
“You like that?” he rasps, tilting his head, slowly letting a heart-fluttering smirk take over his lips. “Y-yes,” you nod rapidly, swallowing harshly as the pleasure builds up in your lower tummy. The furrow of your brow makes Pope’s cock twitch in his jeans, urging him to rock you back and forth on his thighs even more. He squeezes the fat of your hips, grinding you back and forth. You whine, head dropped as the friction on your puffy, swollen clit makes your mind go dizzy with carnality. You know you shouldn’t be enjoying it this much; he’s your uncle. But the grossness of it all makes it even better.
Leaning in, he noses the base of your neck, sucking in a deep breath of your sweet sweat. Your scent hits him like a soft, feather-packed pillow, drawing out a whimper from him. He peppers soft, open-mouthed kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, warmth blooming under skin and straight down your core. You pry your eyes open, fighting off the pleasure that is forcing them shut, and you’re met with the swelled bulge in the tent of his pants. The sight makes you gush through your underwear, and Pope notices right away. “You wanna make me feel good too? Is that it?” he asks, sliding his tongue through the dip of your collarbone and putting your hand over his clothed cock.
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pick a flower (aka the universe you'd like to dive into today):
a/n: unless specified, everything is fem!reader, just fyi ♡
❀ animal kingdom ❀
• tethered* - toxic!pope x ex-girlfriend!reader
• lifesaver* - lena's dad!pope x paramedic!reader
• eclipse* - delusional!pope x nurse!reader (afab gn!reader)
✾ ready or not 2 ✾
• his lovely obsession - grumpy!titus x sunshine!reader
• goner* - sugar daddy!titus x sugar baby!reader
• in sickness and in health - fwb!titus x sick!reader
• russian roulette - virgin!titus x close friend!reader (afab gn!reader)
⚘ the pitt ⚘
• kindred spirits - serial killer!jack x stalker!reader
• the slower war - first love!jack x psychiatrist!reader (ongoing series on hiatus, AO3 exclusive)
• break up with your boyfriend, im bored* - robby's bf!jack x serial killer!reader
• need someone older* - papa!jack x ex-fwb!reader
✽ southland ✽
• sweethearts* - childhood friend!sammy x first love!reader
• carpool* - unhappily married!sammy x homewrecker!reader
✼ alternate universe ✼
a/n: all the men you love, with a twist! ~
• captivated* - alpha!pope x omega!reader
• favorites* - professor!jack x college student!reader
• artificial lover* - android!jack x scavenger!reader
• sharp objects* - tattoo artist!pope x piercer!reader
• director's cut* - porn star!pope x producer!reader
• unusual behavior - alpha!jack x beta!reader x alpha!pope
• mr. and mrs. abbot* - assassin!pope x assassin!reader
• theory crafting* - billionaire!jack x fake wife!reader
❁ multiverse ❁
a/n: every fic in this category is at least 2+ characters x reader, have fun!
• capture the bride* - husband!jack, brother-in laws!pope & titus x wife!reader
• there's something wrong with jack abbot* + there's something wrong with andrew cody* + there's something wrong with you (coming soon!) - estranged husband!jack x wife!reader x identity thief!pope
• a simple arrangement + a little secret - fwb!jack x roommate!reader x homewrecker!pope
• blooming days - fwb!pope x anxious!reader x roommate!jack
✧ fauxcest ✧
a/n: yes, i did indeed need to make this its own category...
• affixation* - uncle!titus x niece!reader x uncle!pope
• antisocial* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
• rose colored lens* - stepbrother!pope x stepsister!reader
• good girl* - uncle!jack x niece!reader
• belonging* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• polarization* + turbulence* - older brother!pope x little sister!reader x stepfather!charlie
• chokehold* + deadlock* - stepfather!jack, godfather!pope, uncles!titus & charlie x oblivious!reader
• soft reset* - stepfather!jack x stepdaughter!reader
• amateur hour* - stepfather!titus x stepdaughter!reader
Unhinged things Shawn Hatosy characters would do “for you” without consulting you first (MDNI, also tw for baby trapping)
Boyd Fowler would your name tattooed on his arm over the name of his last ex & get pissy when you don’t find it romantic (you do, but wtf man we’ve been together for two months)
Titus Danforth would pay for you to get a boudoir shoot done and keep a full nude of you in his wallet. That shit is also framed in his office, his screensaver, and his phones wallpaper
Jack Abbot would basically take over as your PCP (primary care physician), do breast exams, pussy inspections, etc. He’d also schedule you doctors appointments without asking you about your schedule (because he keeps your schedule in his google cal)
Sammy Bryant is replacing your bc pills with placebos after one single conversation about having kids. He also pulls your ex over randomly to harass him and give him bogus tickets
making dadbf!jack ♡ repeat his age to you whilst riding him.
𓊆 cw: SMUT, fauxcest, dad / daddy kink, dadbf!jack wearing his readers, age gap, reader is an adult with a fully developed frontal lobe ! !, dubcon, undertones of reader wanting to baby trap jack, unprotected sex, coercion, creampie 𓊇 ‧₊˚ ┊ 755 words
“say it again, daddy–” squish. squash. every bounce you made on jack’s thick girth was discernible in the quiet stillness of his home office. “p-please say i-it to me–” squelch. “–again.”
you merely snuck in as you were feeling lonely and would like to be in close proximity with him. and by that, it meant nestling into him as you stick his cock inside you. you said in faux confidence that you would stay still as he proceeded to work on his computer.
‘you really think you could last more than a minute like this?’ jack squinted at you through his readers, there was a teasing lilt to his question — as if he could already envision how this was going to end. spoiler: he would be correct.
but you were determined (and stubborn) to prove to him you could. ‘promise – i’ll be good, dad.’
“tell me how old you are.” you mewled, you gripped onto his strong shoulders, ruining the crisp shirt jack got on.
his head was tilted up, groaning to the ceiling. his readers had gone out of alignment, it now sat on the pointiest tip of his nose. his hair unruly from your fingers roughly running across his scalp, and his face flushed and sweaty — he looked absolutely laughable like this. what would his peers or juniors think if they caught their very serious and very professional attending — helpless before a pretty young thing?
there was a large, creamy stain starting to form on jack’s dress pants, and it’s only getting bigger the longer you keep this up.
“oh god. fuck– ff-fifty. i’m fifty.” he almost whined at the end of his response.
“again.” you pressed. the roll of your hips getting faster and more desperate.
“i’m fifty. i’m fifty.” he held you firmly at the soft curve where your hips met your thighs, encouraging your movements. his breathing had become more ragged, his moans and groans getting much louder as he’s nearing his peak.
you begged once more. “say it again, please. dad, please! i’m gonna cum if you tell me again. please. please! i’m gonna cum–”
since you asked so nicely, looking so pretty as you did, jack leaned in close to the shell of your ear. the lightest touch of his lips and the gruffness of his voice made you shiver.
“i’m fifty years old, babydoll. shouldn’t have any business playing around with your dad like this, hm? but you’re a nasty girl. when nasty girls feel achey here–” he pressed the pad of his thumb over your throbbing clit. “–they fuck themselves on their dads’ cock.”
“aahh!” you shrieked at the top of your lungs, the walls of your cunt intensely pulsated around his fat length.
“shit! i’m gonna cum. i’m not wearing a condom – baby, baby i gotta pull out!” he tried to maneuver himself so he could take himself out before he shot his load in you.
but you kept yourself buried deep, using your position to your advantage.
“babydoll–” jack warned you. “get up, young lady.”
“no!”
he wriggled and squirmed beneath you. he should be able to overpower you but if he got up all of a sudden, he’s afraid he might push you down the floor or hurt you in any way. he just desired for you to gently pull out.
“you asking to get spanked?!”
he didn’t mean to raise his voice, but he’s very strict about using practising safe sex. it was already risky enough to let you warm his cock in the first place. he also didn’t want you to feel regret — if something or someone did come to fruition. he didn’t want to put any pressure on you if you were unprepared to step into that chapter of your lives.
“don’t care, daddy. jus’ wanna feel you cum inside me. i need it.” if that was not convincing enough for him, you took hold of his face in your hands to look him in the eyes.
despite the sensitivity of your core, you started to slowly grind on his lap again, mercilessly not giving your lover any other choice.
that made the dam burst, loads and loads of his spend was released in your sex. his cries were sharp, the loudest you’d ever heard from him. you noticed there were actual tears in his eyes, you carefully wiped them away with the tips of your fingers.
“daddy? i reallyyy want a sister, but i don’t care that much at all, to be honest. a healthy sibling would be perfect.” ♡
🐑 : something short, sweet, and icky that's been collecting dust in my drafts for 2 weeks now. i couldn't get it out of my head so might as well drop this lil treat :3 CORRUPT THAT OLD MAN MONDAY !
taking screenshots while on ft with sugar daddy!jack abbot to show ur friends who ur yachting for. telling him, oh my friend asked for your number, she said she’d be a sugar baby for you too! while giggling, curled up in his crisp white sheets, right at his side despite him having a california king. he just roll his eyes—his smirk doesn’t go unnoticed though—while his glasses sit on the tip of his nose, playing solitaire on his phone. “give her robby’s number, i’m closed off,” he mutters, taking just a second away from his game to reach over and smack your ass, making you squeal on purpose. “got my hands full already, don’t want anyone else, baby”
