[mast3rbait3r]

minors do not interact, 18+

"god, yes..."

you cry out as your nails dig into the meat of pope's biceps. he's got you out by the pool again, nearly breaking the chair beneath the two of you as he pounds into you like an animal.

"hah- a-ahh."

that's the closest thing to a word he could even get out when he was buried deep inside you, especially at an angle like this. your knees were pushed back as far as they could go against your chest while he leans all of his weight into every last thrust.

"don't stop, andy."

you gaze up at him, completely enamored by the way he managed to look even more fucked out than you did. guess this is exactly what happens when the two of you end up alone at smurf's house while his brothers do god knows what.

little baby drabble while i'm in the midst of a writing funk... hope you all liked it :3 love you lotssss <333

[cruel-hiraeth]

heavy is the hole that bears his load

[r4bidabbott]

pope cody who is such a helpful neighbor! (and a pervert)

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the first time you ever asked him for something, you showed up at the cody's front door with a small pout, in your tiny little bathing suit and long hair braided into two pony tails. pope chubbed up at just the sight of you. "andrew i don't know what happened! i went to go swim this morning and the pool is green!" you whined to him, a small stomp of your foot as he continued to stare down at you. he loved how you called him andrew. "uh ill come over and see if i can fix it," was all he said, stepping out of the house and following you next door to yours. you didn't even specifically ask him for help, but you knew he would if you pouted your lips just right. he had spent the whole afternoon working to fix your pool, all while taking sneaky glances of you who was laid out on your chair tanning.

another time, your lawn guy had totally went ghost on you and now you were in the front yard, staring at your lawn mower like it was an alien. pope was watching from the window, practically drooling at the way he could see your nipples poking against your tank top. he bets you didn't wear a bra on purpose. it wasn't even 5 minutes later that the doorbell was ringing, pope basically flying to the front door while pushing one of his brothers out of the way. "can you show me how to use my lawn mower?" you spoke softly, your teeth moving to pull your bottom lip between them as you gave big puppy eyes up at him. he just nodded, his eyes never leaving your tits. that was how he spent the rest of the day, you drooling on the front porch watching your older neighbor mow your yard shirtless.

it went on like that for months. every so often you would pop over to the cody's to ask pope for help with the most mundane things that you could have easily figured out with a simple google search. or pope would see you outside struggling, quick to make his way over and wait on your every beck and call. it wasn't till one late night that you were laying out by the pool that you caught a glimpse of pope up in his room, glancing down at you every so often. when he had finally noticed you watching him, he stood staring down at you. he watched as you reached for your phone, typing something on it before holding it up to your ear. who were you calling? it wasn't until he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket that he realized you were calling him. he answered, not saying anything as held it up to his ear, continuing to stare down at you.

"andrew, can you help me?" you spoke softly, fingertip moving to play with one of the strings of your bikini bottoms. he cleared his throat before answering, "what's wrong?" a small giggle left your mouth, fingers moving to finally untie the bottoms but not letting them fall just yet. "i really really need you. can you come fuck me?" you questioned finally, innocence never leaving your voice as you smiled up at him through his window.

he swears he had never moved over to your house faster in his life. yeah, pope cody was a pervert. but his neighbor girl was just as perverted.

[milkyhoneybee]

A clown girl's tits honking when squeezed is something of a bare minimum in the profession

Her nose and clit do the same

If she takes off her bra, her tits absolutely outclass it, and she just explains it with, "well, bra and car rhyme, so of course I can squeeze into it!" or "they're both containers, silly!" as if that's an adequate explanation

Depending on her mood, any toys put into a clown girl's holes may end up much longer upon removal, or in the case of eggs or similar toys, may multiply to much higher numbers than were originally inserted

They may also be replaced with ball pit balls or juggling balls

Some long toys may also be bent into different shapes like a balloon animal (this is why caution is generally advised when inserting anything flesh-based into a clown girl, as results may be unpredictable)

Some clown girls will also squeeze their tits to replicate the classic seltzer spray gag, though the liquid that sprays from their nipple/areola may vary and may have strange effects on those around them

Clown girls can also (mimic?) blowing into their thumb to pump up various parts of their anatomy, and may include balloon-like noises despite the flesh clearly involved, though there have been some reports of anatomy suddenly changing or being revealed to be a balloon if popped or deemed "funnier for the bit" by some arbitrary standard not yet verified by scientific methods

Signs that someone has had sex with a clown girl may include glitter or greasepaint stains around the mouth/genitals/chest, breath or pussy juice/cum that smells like cotton candy, and/or an increase in interest in clown-related media or events

[pokeballvictim]

One porn trope/scenario that I'm a big fan of is when like, people try to summon a ghost or a succubus or something, and it works, but the entity ends up possessing one of them instead of manifesting independently. It rules. Oh noooo, I'm a boy but a promiscuous shapeshifting demoness is controlling my body and molding my flesh and dressing me up really slutty and I'm having awesome sex and- what do you mean she left a week ago. I could fucking swear I still hear her voice in my head. Oh well. You can still finish on my face if you want.

[milkyhoneybee]

I wish that bulge wasn't considered obscene. I wanna see fat pussy and fat cock in public, showing through tight pants. Ideally people should be able to be notably wet or hard/leaking and it'd be Fine still

[superhoeva]

big, ruthless, mute knight, who your guardian–the queen–orders to watch over you after word of an assassination attempt against the ruler of an allying kingdom spreads, and literally does not make a sound except for when you're fucking him

[mintmatcha]

still thinking about boyfriends dad

[mintmatcha]

him walking into the kitchen one morning in only his underwear, cock hard and heavy enough it bounces against his thigh when he walks. he doesnt acknowledge it; he pours himself a cup of coffee and gives you a nod.

"you're staring at me," he says.

neither one of you have acknowledged the tension between you. the way he watches your lips and the way you undo your bikini tops when you sunbathe by the pool.

"I'm just really hungry all of a sudden," you say. "Your son fed me before he left, but he just... didnt fill me up."

the next day, you get your coffee in just your panties and your favorite bra. he's back again, just as hard as he scooches behind you to grab the pot from the percolator. his cock is press against your ass and you can feel how thick he really is.

"did you get your fill this morning?" he asks from over your shoulder.

"no," you press back slightly. "I'm ravenous."

"You think he'd be more like his father. I always make sure my woman are stuffed."

[mintmatcha]

You two get into a habit of hugging when you say good morning. He wraps his arms around you and keeps you tight so you can feel him against your stomach. Sometimes he lifts you on to the counter to "hug you better". like that his cock is pressed right up against your cunt, angled perfectly as if he's about to enter you.

"Best hug we've ever had," he whispers with a roll of the hips.

[mintmatcha]

running into him in the middle of the night after your boyfriend failed to get it up.

"take it out," you whisper. "I need to see it."

and he does, giving to a couple long, languid strokes until it starts to thicken. it's bigger thsn you thought.

"i'll give it to you," he says, stepping closer until you're nearly chest to chest.

"Not while he's home." you cant pull your eyes from him "I want to be loud when you stretch me out."

he nods, but takes your hand in his and guides it to his crotch, forcing you to cup him.

"Feel how heavy my balls are?" he asks "That's all for you."

[groovyangelkisses]

jack consistently gets cuteness aggression around you.

you have no idea how often he has to stop himself from rounding the nurses annex and squishing your cheeks together with one big, calloused hand. just squeezing the puffy flesh like his own little stress ball and whispering “you’re so… fuckin’ cute” before dropping his hand and going back to work.

you have no idea that jack pulls you to stand in between his legs at the bar, your back to his chest, in an act of completely innocent adoration. on the bar stool, his knees frame your hips and his one hand drags across the skin tenderly. the other arm wraps around your clavicle, leaning you further back to him. he doesn’t give a shit what robby thinks, he’s passed that point 1 beer ago. so when he drags your earlobe into his mouth, suckling and smiling into your neck when you squeal and giggle and flinch, he can’t help himself when he questions. “so pretty, who’re you this pretty for, huh?”

and friend… you have no idea, the strength jack has to possess when you furrow your eyebrows at one of his commands and tilt your head like a little puppy.

it was a normal shift at ptmc, what jack would always describe as “your usual mix of blood and tissue and coding.” not necessarily a bad shift, in fact quite tame! which is why it’s so confusing that jack is leading you to the bedroom with a slight, sudden push to your back so you stand in the middle of the room. your scrubs still smell like the soft vanilla of your detergent, despite the grime layered on from a 12 hour shift.

jack approaches, his gait swaying as his hands clasp behind his back. he needs to bring back his military training just so he doesn’t completely sink his teeth into you within seconds of getting you alone. facing you, jack tilts his chin up, looking down his nose because he knows it riles you up. “take your panties off.”

a bambi blink, a tilt in your head & a swallow before you lean down. jack watches your every move as you slide your scrubs down, and peel of your panties before handing them to him. fuck.

you think his aggressive cuddles were bad then? how do you explain the deep nose breaths he now takes before speaking? your panties, pastel pink with a little white heart in the center, a lacy little bow around it, has jack’s eyes rolling back.

he isn’t even shameless when he brings them to his nose, a deep inhale as the lace drags against his cheek. it builds in him so quickly his hands shake, “been wanting to get my hands on you alll day. lay down, lemme see those eyes.”

and you have no, fucking idea, how much the love and affection in your eyes drives him insane. god forbid you yawn and apologize mid thrust, his hand might be permanently etched into your throat as he kisses at your face. he can’t help himself, moving to bite at your neck, “my baby, i love you so much.”

[peppermint-toads]

you tell jack abbot you can’t cum without a vibrator and he proves you wrong. not proofread btw

“i didn’t sit through all those anatomy classes for nothing,” he grumbles, one hand holding your hip and the other keeping his dick in line with your pussy.

“that was what? like fifty years ago?”

he starts shoving himself in before replying, “very funny.”

“ah, ah! i’m—jesus—telling you, jack. it won’t work.”

“you know i have to try, at least once.”

he hasn’t let up on it ever since you told him. you can’t have an orgasm without some sort of toy. of course that simply can’t be true.

he always just assumed it was a preference. the few times you’d slept with him so far, you’d always had a vibrator ready on the nightstand.

“just—let me try, huh?”

there’s a pillow beneath your lower back, and your legs are tensed up around his hips.

“you need to relax, though, honey.”

you exhale a deep breath and nod shakily. “okay, i can try.”

“good, just listen to me. do you feel me here?”

he pushes down on your stomach, just above your pubic bone.

“sort of,” you say to be nice, appreciative of his efforts. you expect him to pull out and give up, suddenly decide you’re not worth the effort.

“okay, tilt your hips up towards the ceiling a little bit. good, hold it right there.”

he rolls his hips back and forward again, dragging against your upper wall and hitting something that makes you yelp.

you slap your hands over your mouth and stare at him with stupid, wide eyes. he ignores you, just keeps rolling his hips up into you with his hand pressing into your stomach.

“good girl, focus.”

one hand leaves your mouth to dig into the linen sheets. expensive sheets. the ones you liked in the store, that jack had to insist you buy.

the other hand stays covering your mouth to keep in all the noises you’d never made before.

“how’s that feeling?”

“pressure—there’s pressure, jack. i don’t know what—”

he shushes you, “you don’t have to do anything, just feel it. feel me taking care of you.”

he runs his big hands up and down your sides, keeping the same rhythm with his thrusts, not speeding up or going harder.

“jack, i think im gonna cum. i’m gonna—oh, jesus christ!”

you sit upwards, instinctively tensing your entire body up. jack pushes you back down with a hand on your chest that moves up to curl around your neck. no pressure, only a firm, reassuring warmth.

your stomach drops into that familiar buzz you thought you could only achieve with a toy.

“c’mon, breathe through it,” he grunts, letting himself go as you clench around him so tight he tips his head back and groans like an animal.

when all is said and done, you’re panting and glistening with a sheen of sweat.

“look at that. didn’t even have to play with her,” he says with a smirk, giving your clit a light slap.

“wonder how hard you’ll cum when i do?”

[bloodnguts17]

casually sexting jack abbot while you’re on the couch eating snacks with a face mask on, barely paying attention but still amused by how excited he was getting. lazily lifting your shirt and snapping a pic of your tits from a low angle, smirking, quite satisfied with yourself. and quickly returning your attention to the tv.

and he’s at work, hunched over in the bathroom and trying not to whine your name while he jerks his cock at a frantic pace. his other hand braced against the wall while he grips his phone, trying not to drop it. alternating between that and sloppily typing out the dirtiest things with his chubby thumb. it takes a while for him to type what he wants — some versions of “need that little pussy so bad” “so fucking hard right now” “please send another pic baby” you ignore the typos.

he’s imagining you touching yourself too, back arching, body glistening with sweat, moaning like a whore for him. he grits his teeth and closes his eyes, imagining his cock enveloped by your drooling pussy instead of his rough hand. in reality you’re fully clothed, immersed in your newest reality tv obsession.

another message from you. he scrambles to read it, his orgasm approaching.

“can you pick up food on the way home”

and he cums all over his fist anyway, the thought of taking care of his sweet, sexy girl pushing him over the edge.

[heatdrunk]

thinking about all the ways u can talk dirty to a pregnant partner before they start to show,,,,,,

“oh, look at you, sweetheart. if i didn’t already know you were knocked up i could figure it out just from looking at your puffy pregnant cunt.”

“soon you’ll be so big that everyone can see what i did to you, but for right now it’s just between us. so good for me, carrying our little secret.”

“you’re already glowing, look how flushed you are.”

“poor thing, are your tits already getting sensitive this early on? i can only imagine how much worse it’s going to get.”

“that’s right, baby, take the cock that knocked you up. take the cock you got yourself good and pregnant on.”

“god your pussy feels even better now that i’ve claimed your womb. it’s like your body knows it’s all mine.”

“of course i’ll finish inside you. not like you can get any more pregnant than you already are.”

“you want my cum sweetheart? go on. ask for it. tell me you wanna be filled with the cum that bred you.”

[milkyenthusiast]

hey can i be creepy about your tits please please please please please please

[copper-clitoria]

tentacle monster who loves to force a bunch of aphrodisiac in me and then hold me in embarrassingly exposing positions and then enjoy the show as i struggle and moan and beg while it doesn't give me any stimulation at all

[sleepiestkentokisser]

no because getting pulled into his lap and kissed all over 😔 your little giggles only encouraging him. 😔😔 his praises murmured between each peck, the way he makes it a game to see how flustered he can make you 😔😔😔 one firm hand on your hip while his other cradles the side of your face so he can angle you how he likes while he attacks your neck with kisses 😔😔😔😔 licking along your collarbone and enjoying the way you start to squirm, your giggles going quiet 😔😔😔😔😔

[whinysushi]

Clenching down on his dick to tease him and regretting it just a moment later when he pushes my face into the mattress and fucks my holes like he wants to destroy me

[ceriseangels]

jack abbot you’d love a girl with thick thighs. michael robinavitch a fat ass would cure you.