Have to hop on anon for this one lol. Accidentally made an incest joke at work (dog daycare) because someone was telling one dog to stop humping his sibling and was like shocked and I was like yeah, siblings hump eachother all the time. I meant dog siblings come in and do that, but everyone looked at me like I meant the other way lol! Anyway, definitely something big!bro Adrian would say because of his animal facts stuff
lmaooo wait yea. he’d make a comment like that at a public park or something, all “dude, what is the big deal? siblings hump eachother all the time, okay — get over it.”
and chris is like “what the fuck?”
“what?”
“siblings should absolutely not be humping eachother. don’t say that to anyone else, alright?”
manipulative pope cody + ‘just the tip?’ + breeding kink drabble :3
this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses
*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !
pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels it’s an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.
now, even after you’ve fucked more times than he can count while protected. he’s fed up. he knows that you’ll like it bare. that you’ll need it. that you’ll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, he’s so good to you. that’s what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.
he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. ‘i-i can’t’ you had whined, ‘ ‘s too much andy!’. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where you’re babbling mindlessly and lax for him.
and you’re exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. “condom?”
he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. “shit— i left my wallet in craig’s car… i don’t have one.”
your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. “can i just have you like this sweetheart?” pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.
he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless “please please please”s, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.
his dick is so coated in your slick releases that pope ‘accidentally’ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise “ohh- andy!” you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesn’t give up. because your panic simmers to pleasure and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.
he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. “jus the tip sweetheart? please?” he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. “p-promise?” you croak out in hazy compliance. his reply is strained. “ ‘course honey.”
popes promise — to him at least— goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, he’s twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.
you notice, starting to whine and pant. “you c-cant andy! i’m not on the pill!” the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until you’re swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that you’ll be tied to him forever and— oh yeah. that’s happening, he decides.
pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of his cock, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. “you just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.” a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.
you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows he’s almost home free. “okay... i- i need you too andy.”
you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. it’s searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.
as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.
when you shakily tell him between moans “you h-have to pull out.. okay?”
it takes all of his dwindling restraint to not laugh in your face.
accidentally taking stepdad!jack's viagra whom you HATE... he is such a sleaze for a man his age. not only did he steal your mom's devotion, he doesn't even appreciate it. ogling at other women, shamelessly flirting, slapping the waitresses ass during one of your family dinners... no ur not jealous, why would you want his touch—ACTUALLY you despise it.
he's always coaxing you to sit on his lap, giving you wet kisses, and one time he actually grope one of your tits dismissing it as affectionate.
one night when your mom's not home, having a late night with her girlfriends, you accidentally mistook his sex pills as your melatonin.
you were sweating and writhing in bed. you thought your frustration was just from the lack of sleep, you suddenly feel the need for release...
so when you come crawling to your parents room, jack thought you finally cave in to his teasing (the piece of shit genuinely thought you guys had tension). it didn't take long for him to fuck you with no protection. your mother is thinking about divorcing him anyway, so why not steal you for himself?
he has a cardboard box of 90s porno tapes in his closet, which he can only use on the ancient vhs player in the living room. it’s not the only way he watches porn, he does have a phone and internet access, but this way is almost nostalgic for him.
more than anything though, it gives boyd the excuse to jerk off in the middle of the house when you’re alone there with him. he knows that you’ll have to end up walking by and seeing what he’s doing, and he just loves to put you in fucked-up situations like this purely to see your reaction.
when you go to the kitchen and glance into the other room to see that your stepdad is splayed out on the lazy boy, fisting his cock while obscene noises come from the tv, you try to ignore it. your face heats up uncomfortably, why does he do stuff like this? is he seriously that much of a pervert?
you grab what you came for and make to hightail it back to your room to try to pretend that you didn’t see or hear anything, but boyd doesn’t like making it that easy for you. you hear him call out for you from the living room, “hey sweetheart! i dropped the remote. d’ya mind grabbin’ it for your old man?”
you sigh audibly, of course. of course he would do this. you put your things on the kitchen counter and step into the living room, staring at the floor in an attempt to avoid looking at him. you can see his hand moving up and down out of the corner of your eye, fake moans still blaring obnoxiously from the speakers. “where did you drop it?” you ask, the annoyance obvious in your tone.
“just right under here,” boyd nodded downwards, gesturing to the space under the chair’s recliner where his feet were outstretched. he bit his lip as he looked you over, relishing in how disgusted and uncomfortable you were, squeezing his cock extra hard in his fist.
you looked up slightly to see the remote sitting on the floor in the spot he indicated, but it also meant you were forced to see him. he was laid out on the chair, his button-up shirt fully opened so you could see his bare torso, shorts and boxers pushed down just enough to get his cock out. he smirked as he met your eyes, never ceasing the movement of his hand.
you quickly got down on your knees and grabbed the remote, picking it up and throwing it onto his lap, not caring where it landed as you attempted to avert your eyes. “thanks doll!” you heard him yell, smug as can be, as you turned around and walked briskly out of the room.
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