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are you kidding my pta husband omg
Pedigree omega hybrid Dennis who is used to being primped and preened and trotted around at shows. He sits there patiently and is mostly just happy to get by-product/pseudo affection from being combed and having his ears and tail fluffed up and smoothed back down again. His tail wags slowly while he smiles and his eyes scan the rest of the contestants and the visitors.
Sometimes he gets in trouble because he just really likes to run around properly, and that's not what these shows are about. So when he's taken for walks outside during breaks, sometimes he makes a little dash for it. He always comes back! He's a good boy! He just really wants to get rid of all his energy, and he's never entered into the agility classes even though he'd love to run through tunnels and jump over tiny hedges!
Jack and Robby who decide to take a break from their medical conference and take a look around the city. Robby's speaking role is finished and neither of them have much interest in networking, and there's a show event going on at the ground floor of the conference centre.
"Don't make that face. You were the one who said he was bored."
"I said I didn't want to network with anyone that Gloria recommended. I said it would be nice to see more of the city than the inside of our hotel room-"
"Not usually what you say-"
"I didn't say I wanted to see some poor creatures being paraded around in a thinly veiled flesh market."
Jack's smirk softened, tilting downwards to match his gaze.
"Yeah, I know, Mikey. But I - I have to admit I'm curious, you know?" The silence carried on for a beat longer than approval or understanding would suggest. "Oh, don't make that face at me. I'm not - I don't want to go just to gawk. I guess. I wanna - I dunno, educate myself. Be more informed. I'm not trying to endorse it, I'm trying to understand it."
Robby grimaced, sighed, but let his legs follow Jack as they made their way down past the floors hosting the medical conference, shoulders tensing as the most obviously off-duty doctors and nurses made way for people dressed far too immaculately for their dirty business.
He tuned out as Jack paid the almost-certainly exorbitant entry fee, pulled a grimace at the receptionist who handed them their passes, and let Jack lead them into the unknown.
****
So far, everything had passed him by in a kaleidoscope of swirling fur particles, the scent of anxiety and excitement and, very occasionally and very troublingly, arousal, and a cacophony of noise that the comparatively staid lectures on emergency response times hadn't prepared him for at all.
They had passed all the trade stands selling any number of pseudo-science bullshit alternative hybrid medicine, treats to keep them sweet (Jack's mouth had become thin and tense as they passed), and eye-wateringly expensive insurance plans for the apparently pampered darlings being shown off.
The darlings themselves were all confined to little booths where they were all either napping or sitting on little stools while being combed and spritzed and tweaked like they were nothing more than a doll's companion toy.
Most of them didn't seem interested in Jack or Robby, or any of the visitors strolling around. Even when they weren't sleeping, their eyes were half-lidded and slid over them like water over smooth rock.
The one exception was a lithe, curly-headed puppy with big blue eyes with oddly pronounced bags underneath them that strangely did nothing to detract from the cheerful disposition.
He had a small smile on his face and one of his ears flopped at the tip as he looked around at all the new faces coming and goin. His tail kept up a permanent, steady wag, and Robby could tell the moment the omega made eye contact with Jack, because suddenly they lazy wag was threatening to become a small cyclone.
"Hi!"
His voice was bright and eager, and Robby was resigned to his fate as soon as he saw Jack's answering grin start to spread across his face, changing it and making his eyes sparkle in that incorrigible way that Robby loved so much.
"Hey, buddy." Jack loped closer, hands in his pockets like he was capable of concealing his excitement from Robby at all. "You're looking very handsome today."
The kid beamed from between the pecking fingers of his handler, who paid no more attention to Robby and Jack than he did to his hybrid as he fussed and fluffed over his hair and the area where it weaved together with the soft curls of the fur on his ears.
"Thank you! I got grass seeds in my ears today." There was an ever so slight downcast to his voice and eyes, tail wagging slowly almost imperceptibly.
"Oh yeah? They stick like hell, you manage to get 'em all out? Don't want an infection setting in if you miss any."
The omega started to nod, but the movement was abruptly halted by his handler grabbing at his soft, perfectly-groomed ear and turning it inside out.
"I think we got them all, didn't we Dennis?" The man mused, pulling Dennis' turned-out ear this way and that, angling it towards the light.
His head lolled with the movement, eyes still on Jack and flicking once briefly over to Robby, who had been standing back, hands in pockets and eyes vaguely absent, letting Jack take the lead in the conversation. When he saw the kid looking at him, he summoned a weak smile and was rewarded with a tail twitch and a brightening of the kid's own expression.
"Denny, how have you managed to get knots behind your ears since I last did them?"
He spoke to Dennis, but rolled his eyes at Jack as he took a fine, metal-toothed comb to the incredibly soft, crinkly fur at the base of Dennis' ears and started to pull briskly through it. There was a slight tightening at the corners of Dennis' eyes, but no complaints.
"I've never handled one that hates being indoors as much as this one. Constantly pestering to go outside, and then he runs off half the time."
"No I don't!" This gets Dennis nothing more than another roll of his handler's eyes. "I always come back, it's not like I'm running away! I just - like to run around. It's not the same thing."
Jack doesn't know why the poor kid is looking at him like he's imploring him to believe him, but he feels the inexplicable need to reassure.
"Hey, I get it, kid. If I don't get out for a run or some time on the court at least once a week, I go stir crazy."
"He's not lying. It's insufferable."
A small, delighted sound leaves Dennis' mouth at Robby's dry interjection, and Jack is strangely satisfied to see both of them pink up a little bit. Robby's shoulders are starting to inch down from where they've been hunched up near his ears, and his eyes have those particular crinkles they get when he's looking at something or someone he's fond of.
Jack couldn't have anticipated that it would all be shattered so quickly.
"So, are you in the market for one?"
There was half a second where the question didn't quite register, and by the time reality caught up and comprehension sank like a stone in his belly, it was still too late for him to reach over and somehow forcibly close the man's mouth.
"Hybrids are a lot of work, but they're rewarding, especially if you're looking to get a litter out of them. You have an alpha you're looking to stud? Denny's fit for breeding and his owner is considering offers."
Robby's face falls like a cave-in at the narrowest point. His eyes dim and cast around for something else to look at while his lips tighten. Jack knows the signs all too well, knows when he's looking at Robby trying his very best not to take his rage out on or in front of someone who doesn't deserve it.
Jack doesn't think the handler will ever suspect just what Dennis' presence has saved him from, but he does have the time to feel a dull but keen ache in his chest at the sight of the hybrid's devastated face as he watches Robby walk away and Jack turn on his heel to follow.
He hesitates for a second, torn between watching the impossibly tense line of Robby's back and staying just a little longer to -
To do what? To rescue Dennis? One of countless unfortunate hybrids in the country, one of hundreds in this conference centre?
Jack swallows as he wonders whether the law would count it as theft or kidnapping. Chastises himself because he knows damn well what the answer is before the thought even ran its course.
He lifts his eyes to meet Dennis' blue, suddenly hollow ones. Feels like he owes him that at least.
"Bye, Dennis. It was nice talking to you."
Part 2 here
robby giving VERY INEXPERIENCED trans!dennis head for the first time? i feel like dennis would have a nirvana out of body experience (in a good way!)
oh robby is 100% the first experience dennis has of getting head- he's probably been with other guys who haven't really been all that interested in actually giving him pleasure, and prefer to just take it, and robby definitely isn't happy when he finds this out. not only has dennis been disrespected by his previous partners (and their reception of his transition), he's also been denied pleasure. that won't happen if robby has a say.
due to the past slight disdain dennis has experienced, it takes a while for robby to coax his legs open and get him to show off his pussy and little t-dick. the younger blushes and covers his face while robby kneels between his legs, and it takes robby gently prising his hands away from his face, and pressing kisses on his cheeks, for dennis to actually look down at where he's settled against his pussy.
robby talks him through what he's going to do step by step, voice low and sultry. something about the effortless authority and kind yet firm attitude he had made dennis's body heat all the way up, and made his cock stand to attention as far as it could- at present, half the length of robby's little finger.
when robby actually planted his hands on dennis's hips and sucked the chubbed up little member into his mouth, the boy beneath him almost screamed, and jolted where he lay. jesus, god, it was good. so good. he almost immediately started to go fuzzy in the head, rolling on the waves of stimulation and arousal he was being thrown around on as robby only sucked harder and massaged dennis's cock with his tongue.
why had no one done this to him before? it was roll after roll after roll of pure pleasure, making his hands clutch at his boyfriends' hair and yank, and his thighs clamping over robby's head, trying instinctively to keep him as close to his pussy as possible.
dennis wondered if robby would eventually move his magical tongue down to his hole to open him up so he could fuck him and have some fun too, but the older man stayed put, sucking incessantly on his cock and driving him towards orgasm faster than anyone ever had.
it felt so good. he bucked his hips into robby's mouth and his ears, when he could hear anything other than the rush of blood, were filled with the wet and slick noises of his boyfriend going to town on him. dennis started crying and wailing as he neared his orgasm, pleading with robby to do something, anything, to let him cum.
if dennis's eyes were open properly and not filled with tears of lust, he'd have seen a slightly evil smile form on robby's face. as it was, robby suddenly clamping down on his dick and sucking with all his might took him by surprise.
dennis screamed as he came, body folding over as he grappled at the other man, pushing his head closer and closer, as far into his pussy and onto his cock as possible. robby's beard and face were covered in dennis's slick as he shuddered and collapsed in exhaustion, orgasm washing over him and making him boneless.
he lay panting on the bed as robby shuffled upwards and cradled him to his chest, kissing his forehead chastely. dennis's spend was still sitting damp in robby's beard, but neither man cared. robby actively enjoyed it, in fact. the mark of a job well done.
"so, baby, what do you think? you'd like to get your pretty little dick sucked again sometime soon?"
dennis just smiled dreamily. yes fucking please.
missing my sweetie big dick fictional man right now and thinking about how pope cody would have no idea he’s good at sex.
like completely clueless.
he would be on his knees, eating you out until you’re clawing at the sheets, eyes brimming with tears, spine arching like it’s about to snap. pope doesn’t even really know what he’s doing. he just makes sure to repeat everything that makes you clench around his fingers. twitch on his tongue. and you’re so close when he curls his two thick digits and sucks you into his mouth. your legs lock up.. your belly feels tight with tingles.. pleasure starts to rise almost alllll the way to your ears and…
he pulls away with a gruff “d’ya like that?”. and it’s not a sexy taunt. his tone is questioning and he’s being completely, utterly serious. you whine in frustration “andrew!!” he looks genuinely confused. “w-what?” your hips buck towards his mouth involuntarily, body aching with the need to come. “i was so close!” popes dark brows furrow in confusion. “you were…” it takes him three slow blinks while staring at your squirming thighs and fluttering pussy to finally understand. his eyes widen “oh shit- m’ sorry sweetheart..” then dives back in. sucking you and scissoring his fingers until you cry out his name and come on his face about twenty seconds later.
or or or. he doesn’t really understand how huge his cock feels inside of you. he’s aware he’s well endowed. but he thinks you’re just being a good girlfriend when you moan so loud at his first push into your tight pussy. pope always forgets that you’re not just stroking his ego. not quite understanding that you’re loud whimpers that accompany his thick length are authentic. he’ll thrust in and out of you harsh at the start. you can barely speak through the painful stretch of his rapid plunges. your gasps are choked “a-andy! andy s-slow down!” and he does get a little lost in the sauce as he watches your tits bounce beneath him. you have to slap at his shoulder to snap him out of it. “fuck- sorry. feels s’good. i’ll- hhnng- i’ll go slow. promise.”
then he’ll roll over until you’re on top of him. hands bracing his chest and thighs nestled firmly at his hips. he lets you set the pace to make sure he won’t hurt you again. it’s sweet.. until he won’t move again at all unless you’re bouncing up and down fervently. begging him to thrust up into you. “p-please! andy it doesn’t hurt.. need you- please!” once he decides you’re in no pain at all, he’ll grip your hips and piston up into you until you can’t move on your own anymore. completely filled with him. drooling at the pleasure coiling in your lower stomach. and pope is more than confident that you’re not exaggerating when you collapse with a raspy moan as you orgasm on his thick cock <3
My Fault
Pairing: Dad!Jack Abbot x mom!reader
Summary: Your daughter gets injured and you blame yourself. You begin to doubt your abilities as a mother
Warnings: Established relationship, minor injury to a baby, one legged jabs, Jack is so sweet I can't handle it
WC: ~ 1.2k
a/n: wrote this one a bit ago, got caught in my head about writing, and forgot about it. Hope you enjoy!
Can be read as a standalone but is intended to be part two of the mom!reader series (see masterlists)
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Pope Cody Season 1 Episode 2
I DON'T WANT NO PUPPY, I WANT A BIG DAWGGG 😵💫😵💫😵💫
SHAWN HATOSY as LEVI GIGGS LONGMIRE 1.07 8 Seconds
Every single time John Carter fell on ER
MDNI 18+
I’m kinda obsessed w exhibitionist pope? imagine with mama…
cw: dubcon, public sex
you two were grocery shopping as usual (he hates going to the store but why should an angel handle her own groceries?) you wander off into a different aisle excitedly looking for “the good cereal” <3 and as pope looks around, he comes to find you laughing- no giggling - with some… hipster who happens to be holding the same brand as you.
I have had Pope on the mind so much recently, and I have also been have a shit time at work recently. So I wrote this, on company-branded notebook paper, during work hours. Hope this is coherent? And go easy on me, I've only, like, eight episodes of Animal Kingdom.
WARNINGS: Literally just porn. 18+ MDNI. Period sex???
(MDNI 18+) thinking about mutual masturbation with pope<3
(reader insert) (piv) (reader has a pussy)
he’s such a freak, he looooooves watching you touch yourself. practically takes his breath away to see you with your legs spread in front of him, playing with your clit. fingers slowly moving down to your hole, collecting some of your wetness to smear over your clit.
you need a bit more assistance, but instead of grabbing lube or using your own spit, you thought of something else.
you reach your hand out to him raising two fingers, “can you spit for me, baby?” head tilted, looking at him with hooded eyes full of lust. his eyes widen a bit, not shocked, more surprised. but totally down. he brings his lips to your hand, gathering spit in his mouth. you watch him as he purses his lips and spits on your fingers, a small trail of saliva connecting his spit to your fingers.
“such a good boy, thank you baby.” you say sweetly as you bring your fingers back down to your clit. he watches as you rub yourself, palming himself in his jeans before pulling his cock out. watching him pump his cock only turns you on even more.
“does watching me touch myself turn you on, andy?” your soft, sultry voice ringing in his ears. he nods quietly but quickly as his cock throbs from watching you. your body does so much for him, baby.
he’s bought a couple different sex toys to watch you play with. he’ll stand at the end of the bed, jerking himself off as you slowly move a vibrator across your lips, up and down to tease him. listening to your moans fill the room, wishing he could touch you. and as if you read his mind, you look into his eyes as you tell him.
“you wanna come touch me, andy?” yeah it’s game over for him
it’s like you’re his perfect personal porn star. no expectations, just you and your gorgeous body. for him and him only.
(and when he’s gonna cum he does it on reader’s chest all whiny and shit hehe)
wrote this with my pussy and did not proofread so here we are.
𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓫𝓸𝔂ಇ.
reader trains her new boyfriend, pope cody, how to kiss!
mdni, 18+, intense make out session with pope cody, dry humping, based off season one and two pope cody!
your boyfriend, pope, is a bad kisser.
like, really bad.
his lips are all stiff, head tilts the wrong angle, and teeth clash into yours all clumsy. it's like he's forgotten basic anatomy, like he doesn't know where his nose is supposed to go without smashing it into yours. his hands hover awkwardly at his sides, fingers twitching, like he doesn't have anywhere else to put them.
the first few times you kissed were endearing, cute even. you told yourself it was nerves, that he just needed time.
and you get it. you really do. it’s been a while for him since he got out of jail, and this, him and you, is new.
but now, as he leans in again with all the confidence of someone about to absolutely miss the mark—
yeah. it’s time to train him.
that's how you end up splayed across his lap in his bed, bare thighs resting on either side of him, your mini skirt riding up, as you teach a grown man how to kiss. you place your palms flat against his chest, pushing him back gently, murmuring against his jaw to relax, to breathe, to let you take the lead.
and he does.
he listens to you like a lovesick puppy, eager to please.
your fingers drag through those soft auburn curls at the nape of his neck, tilting his head at just the right angle. his thumbs press into your bare thighs, drawing these shaky, absent circles into your skin, gripping tight enough to bruise, like he's terrified he'll lose control and just pounce on you if he doesn't hold onto something.
"just follow me, andrew. 'kay?"
andrew cody who craves having a sweet, 20-something year old to keep barefoot and pregnant in a world faaaaar away from his family
andrew cody who bends you over the sink after you finish the dishes for dinner, and lifts your long floral sundress up your back so he can slide in
andrew cody who loooooves free use, but even more when you use him for free use. loves when he's sitting on the couch late at night, unable to sleep, and you pad out of your shared room (half-asleep) and pull your panties to the side to sink down on him. or, or, or, loves when he's sitting at the dinner table eating and you're so pent up and needy, you can't help yourself but to sit in his lap and shakingly pull his tip to your weepy lil hole as he finishes eating
andrew cody who loses it when you sob out "i love you andrew" and claw at his back as he makes love to you.
andrew cody who loves sweet, domestic, "taking care of my wife" sex. loves when you tear up and hold his hand and keep asking him to say he loves you. all of the sappy shit, he craves it. loves to walk out in the morning in nothing but his black boxers and the scratches down his neck
andrew cody who loves when you pout so he can grip your face and question "whatsa matter? what do you want, huh" with all the love and adoration he can muster in his eyes