My name is Maya. I'm 20 years old, puerto rican, she/herâ English is not my first language so if any of my fics have mistakes, just let them be I'll get to them eventually. Sometimes, all of the time actually, I let the horny voices in my head win.
I write fics for Shawn Hatosy characters cuz he's my muse. I love him too much, need him too disrespectfully, and dream of him too often. Ugh!!! Thank you Mr. Hatosy for existing.
I take quite literally ANY requests for a Shawn Hatosy character and pitt characters too, like I'll write ANYTHING. I don't shame or judge kinks, you like what you like and I'm happy to be chosen to write it.
There are actually two things I won't write. One: I WON'T write is pedophilia. Ew! Ew! Ew! That's gross! I'll write the fuck out of a huge age gap, but they gotta be nineteen or older. Two: male!readers. I just don't really know how to go about that. Sorry.
terry mccandless is like that ex boyfriend you broke up for being bad for you, but at the same time you know damn well that if he calls on a saturday night to come have a drink with him you will come wearing a skin tight dress and no panties.
terry is a problem.
a big ass problem with a big dick and an attitude that he can back up.
content/warnings: age gap (reader is very early 20s, titus is 50), reader isn't described as a specific weight or race but is said to get bigger after birthing, blowjobs, unprotected piv, dom!titus, hyper/hypersexual!reader, dad kink, murder, somnophilia, fingers in mouth, use of good girl, pregnancies, titus calls her bunny, 18+ ONLY!
Note: sorry it's short but here it is, @s1lent-w33p
Titus's hyper wife never ever leaves him alone. She's his little tail. Always there or always near, always with him. Just waiting for her much older husband to touch her, fuck her, kiss her, just look at her. She physically needs to be around him in order to function and he loves it.
Titus's hyper wife who doesn't shut up. Always talking, always has something to say. And the thing is, most of the time what she says is just nonsense. But Titus loves it. He listens to her every word, asking questions and keeping the conversation going. Why? Because even if it gets annoying, she's so fucking precious. It's unbelievable, even to him, how he manages to not break something so breakable.
Titus's hyper wife who cries. All. The. Time. When happy, when sad, when fucking. Sometimes he forgets that she's just a young girl and snaps at her, yelling and breaking her little heart. But he immediately regrets it, apologies. Yes. Titus Danforth apologizes, but only to his little wife. 'I'm sorry. Come here.', he'll whisper as he pulls her in. 'I'm sorry, little bunny. I'm so sorry.', kissing her neck as she sniffles and he hugs her tightly. 'Can you forgive me, hm?', as he rubs himself on her. She loves when he does that, always forgiving him.
Titus's hyper wife burns holes through his credit cards. She buys every single thing she sees, jumping up and down when he doesn't refuse herâ and he never does. He loves giving her things, it's a kink of his. Spending money on her. She once saw a house she liked and he didn't think twice about kicking the people inside out and giving it to her
Titus's hyper wife can't pick a damn hobby. He has work to do, he can't have her on his lap 24/7. And he told her that. Actually, he made her cry again, because Titus literally doesn't know how to communicate for jackshit. But eventually she understood and backed off. She tried painting, knitting, sculpting, dancing, even shopping on her own. But nothing is fun unless it's with Titus.
Titus's hyper wife surprises people when they first meet. Titus, the psychopathic cult leader, with a sweet bambi looking girl who can't stay still... interesting. He seems to know how to handle most of the time, though there are moments where she's a little too much for him. That doesn't mean he loves her any less, just means he has to sit down for a second. Poor old man.
Titus's hyper wife doesn't realize the age gap. It's very normal for an young girl to constantly move around and have a lot of energy. And it's normal for a fifty year old man to be tired most days, his bones not like they used to be. Put those two things together and what do you have? A very sore Titus with a wife who literally can't stop. But don't think he wants to be saved. Satan, no! That evil man is right where he wants to be.
Titus's hyper wife doesn't mind the gore. In fact, she likes it. Seeing Titus hurt others lights a fire in her that has her physically vibrating. He's just so fuck hot that killing poor innocent civilians make him look like a god. Sometimes she's so into him that she asks for it. 'Can I watch?" She'll ask, looking at the guy who Titus tied down. 'Of course you can, bunny."
Titus's hyper wife isn't just an ADHD nightmare on the outside but also in the bedroom. She can never pick a position or a speed. Titus has to hold her down most days, even if he likes it when she's on top. He just feels so fucking good, ramming inside of her, that she can't pick how she wants him. It doesn't really matter, he'll still leave her with the inability to walk the next morning.
Titus's hyper wife gives completely into his kinks, not caring what she has to as long as he fucks her into oblivion. 'Please, dad' she whines, he instantly gets hard. Seeing her on her knees, begging for his cock in her mouth, calling him dad. 'Have you been a good girl?' he'll ask, just to watch her frantically nod and tell him all the ways she was good. 'Okay, go ahead.' 'Yay! Thank you, dad!'
speaking of...
Titus's hyper wife uses his cock as a binky when she can't sleep. Titus is a heavy sleeper, she isn'tâ too hyper to just relax. So most nights, while he's sound asleep, she pulls the covers off and settles between his legs. Obviously he sleeps naked, being too lazy to get dressed after fucking his little wife. She lays on his lower stomach and sucks away at his big cock, sometimes he gets hard again and sometimes he doesn'tâ poor old man. He can't describe the feeling of waking up and seeing his bunny like that, fast asleep with his cock on her tongue. It's almost better than killing, almost.
Titus's hyper wife is obsessed with his lips. She could spend her entire life, sitting on his lap and playing with his lips. Kissing, biting, licking, moving around with her little fingers. She loves when they're completely alone, because he lets her put those little fingers in his mouth. It makes her giggle, big bad wolf sucking on her tiny digits. But it's not in a submissive way, more like in a 'i could eat you' way. That's usually what he tells her as he softly bites her knuckles. 'I could eat my little bunny whole.', it makes her smile grow and he loves her smile.
Titus's hyper wife has already given him two sets of twins, boy and girl twice, and is pregnant again. He insists on being the one who names them. Titus jr and Lucy, after himself and Lucifer. Jude and Ursula, for Judas and his stupid sisterâ who he actually loves more than he's allowed to. This new baby is a girl, he plans on naming her Jezebel. fucking satan worshiper. His wife doesn't care as long as he's happy. She's a good mother though, so many kids help keep her occupied.
Their life got much easier afterwards. He was able to leave her alone for the whole day and she was able to be without him. And the way her body changed after giving birth so many times felt like hitting a gold mine to Titus. Everything was bigger, sexier. If she was the one who couldn't keep her hands off him... boy, Titus wins by a mile.
He literally has to have his hand on her ass at least twice a day to function. But it's honestly unhealthy. How much he wants to get her pregnant again and again and again and again and again and again. And she lets him. Even if it hurts and she's very uncomfortable, she lets him. She wants it. She wants all his demon children. Okay... Who are we to judge, right?
Titus's hyper little wife is the very best thing to ever happen to him.
Note: sorry it took forever, @s1lent-w33p hope you liked it!! Mwah!
casually sexting jack abbot while youâre 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 heâs 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 â some versions of âneed that little pussy so badâ âso fucking hard right nowâ âplease send another pic babyâ you ignore the typos.
heâs 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 youâre fully clothed, immersed in your newest reality tv obsession.
another message from you. he scrambles to read it, his orgasm approaching.
âcan you pick up food on the way homeâ
and he cums all over his fist anyway, the thought of taking care of his sweet, sexy girl pushing him over the edge.
pope cody who can NAWTTT handle ear playâŠstay with me..
MDNI 18+
Itâs you sitting on his lap on the couch, making out with him with your hands cupping his face. You move and kiss his cheek and neck, biting softly at his freckled skin. Popes just groaning, leaning his head back in submission to your mouth.
But when you get to his ear and run your tongue around it he gasps, fingers tightening around your hips, his own bucking up into yours. You smile against it and move to the other one with your mouth, fingers running softly over the ear you just left.
You give it a soft kiss before biting softly at the earlobe. Pope lets out a groan deep from his throat and freezes up, hands stilling at your waist. You pull back, âyâ ok?â You ask, kissing his cheek.
He grunts, his cheeks pinking, âgotta use the bathroom.â He says quickly, lifting you off his lap and setting you on the couch before getting up and stomping away.
coming up behind him in the kitchen and just wrapping your arms around his waist, a firm set of abs covered by a soft lil tummy.
laying your head on his stomach while watching an 80âs movie that has a great soundtrack but definitely didnât age well, head bouncing and vibrating every time he talks or laughs.
his stomach pressing into yours when heâs fucking you missionary, flushed and freckled because his irish skin will always always always give him away.
his warm, soft tummy squished up against your back when he has you in a lethal cuddle in bed (more like a headlock, youâre not going anywhere) your skin sticking together
the lil peek of tummy when he lifts his arms to stretch or grab something that you definitely try to bite if youâre in the comfort of your own home. even better if you can see one of your old bite marks fading.
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