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.
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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.
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?"
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
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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You turned to hang your jacket up in the closet when you heard a crash followed by crying. Your heart dropped into your stomach as you ran toward the noise.
A ceramic bowl previously on the windowsill now laid on the carpet, Nova sitting about a foot away, screaming. You swooped her up, checking every part of her. A bump was quickly forming on the right side of her head.
"Oh my god. Oh fuck. Nova, my sweet girl." You kissed her, trying not to panic.
You walked around with her, trying to calm her down. "Think Y/N think. Um… Fuck, Jack would know what to do if he were here. I'm sorry Nova I don't- We'll just be safe. Rather safe than sorry. That's what your daddy is always saying, right? Okay."
You slipped your shoes on, dressed her in a jacket, and got her buckled into her car seat in record time, driving off toward the hospital.
After parking, you carried a still whimpering Nova through the ambulance bay, not even registering the rain pouring down on you.
A young doctor approached you, one you didn't recognize. "What's the problem ma'am?"
"Uh- uh my- my daughter. She's seven months old. She- a bowl fell on her head and I just think something might have happened and…" You breathed heavily.
"Okay ma'am, take a breath. I need you to go through registration in the front entrance. We don't allow-"
"Y/N?" You heard.
You swiveled, sighing in relief. "Parker, thank god."
Dr. Ellis walked to you. "It's okay Dr. Toomarian. This is Dr. Abbot's girlfriend and his daughter."
"Oh I- I'm so sorry." Dr. Toomarian apologized.
You put a hand up. "Don't worry about it."
Parker spotted Jack walking with a patient on a stretcher and called out to him. "Abbot!"
"Yeah, hold on just a s-" Jack did a double take upon seeing you. "Shen?"
"Yep, I got it. Go." Shen disappeared into a room.
Jack jogged over, kissing your forehead and rubbing your arm gently, recognizing the rare look of fear on your face. Not that you were rarely scared, but you rarely showed it. For it to be so obvious, something had to be wrong.
"I- I'm so sorry Jack I was just- and then- for two seconds I- I mean my jacket-" You couldn't keep your thoughts in line, or really on the same page.
He moved a wet strand of hair out of your face. "Hey. Slow down. Talk to me. What happened?"
"Nova. I- her head."
His attention darted to the baby in your arms. He took her from you gently and pulled her hood off her head, revealing the growing bump there. You expected him to be angry at you for failing to keep his child safe, but he stayed calm. "Take a deep breath and tell me what happened Y/N."
You took a shaky breath in. "I was hanging my jacket up in the closet and I heard a crash. I- I guess she had pulled the curtain in our room and the bowl I had set there earlier fell onto her head. I'm sorry. I-"
"It's okay. Let's get her checked out." He got direction from the charge nurse on which room to enter and led you into it, then laid Nova down on the bed there.
The oxygen level in the room must've been lower, you were convinced, given that your lungs felt like they were being crushed. You watched Jack shine a light into Nova's eyes, eliciting another cry.
You weren't sure what Jack had done or how long it had been because you had zoned out, deep in your own thoughts, but he now sat on the edge of the bed with Nova in his lap. He looked up at you while bouncing her on his knee.
"Y/N. Hey. Did you hear what I said?" He asked.
"No, I was-" You bit your lip, trying to blink back the tears building in your eyes. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I should've kept my eyes on her. I thought I had a second to put my jacket back. But I shouldn't have taken my eyes off of her. And the bowl. The bowl was fucking stupid. I was fucking stupid. It's my fault. It's all my fault. She-"
"Y/N. I said she's going to be okay." Jack stated.
"Oh. Fuck, thank god." You almost forgot about all the hate you were throwing toward yourself in the relief. Almost. "But still, she could've not been okay and it would be all my fault because I'm too shitty of a mother to keep my child safe. If you were there this wouldn't have happened. If she had a better mother than this-"
"Woah, woah! Y/N. Slow down." He stood, holding Nova in one arm and placing his opposite hand on your cheek, wiping a few of the now freely falling tears away with his thumb. "You're not a shitty mother. Far from it. This could've easily happened to me too. She's mobile now. Babies get into things. You're human. You can't keep your eyes on her every second of every day."
"B- but I walked away from her and I should've-"
He shook his head. "The closet is about three feet away from that window. You didn't walk away from her. She's just faster than we're used to. It's a learning curve. She's okay. It's just a bump."
"It could've been so much worse though." Your voice cracked.
"Y/N, you're not a shitty mother. A shitty mother wouldn't have brought her here. You did everything right, okay?" He kissed you.
"I-"
"Oh for fucks sake." He pulled you into his chest, holding you tightly against him with his hand running over your now soaked hair. "You're an amazing mother. You take incredible care of both of us. I can't think of a woman that would even come close to being as good for my little Nova as you are. She loves you and you love her. One tiny accident doesn't change any of that."
"Mama." Both you and Jack startled, looking at your little girl, dark red curls out of control, a big smile on her face.
"Did she just-"
"Say her first word? Yeah, I think so." Jack chuckled. "And surprise surprise, it's mama. Wait… should I be offended?"
You slapped his chest lightly. "We don't even know if that's what she said. She could've just been-"
"Mama." Nova reached a hand toward you.
"I think the fuck not." Jack handed her to you and she immediately laid her head on your shoulder.
You laughed beneath a soft sob. "You might need to step up your game Jacky boy."
"Telling someone with one leg to step up is pretty fucked up, Y/N. " He crossed his arms in fake disapproval, attempting to hide a smile.
"I was going to tell you to grow a pair but I guess that doesn't work with the whole leg thing either. Um, step up to the plate doesn't work… Rise to the occassion, no… Climb the ladder maybe? Oh fuck, that's inappropriate. Oh how about-"
"Come here you little shit." He wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you toward him, shaking his head as his lips vibrated when they met your laughing ones. "I love you."
"I love you too, cripple."
"Keep it up, you'll reach cripple status too." He winked at you dangerously.
You smirked, you couldn't help yourself. "Don't you mean stoop to cripple status?"
"You're unbelievable."
You kissed him with a giggle.
Where would you be without your one legged best friend?
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.
the guy’s much taller than you… making it oh so easy for him to look down your top briefly without you noticing as you babble on. pope thinks his lanky build would make breaking his wrist to feel like snapping a twig. “i know right! soooo nostalgic. you know i-oh!” your hands stop flying in the air as you talk, feeling the familiar weight of his stare. “hey baby! I was just-“ pope knows how you are. always talking to strangers, you’re such a sweet girl. which is why this prick abusing your friendliness to peer at your breasts makes him grip the basket with enough force to crack the plastic. you see the index finger on pope’s free hand start to dig into his thumb so you begin to dismiss the man you’d been talking to curtly “well anyways- enjoy the cereal!” the man just smiles, glancing between you and pope. watching still, as you turn to your boyfriend, wrapping an arm around his as you walk away together. pope notices.
later in the week, as you’re brushing your teeth before bed pope ghosts into the doorway. “let’s go for a drive” you frown, toothpaste still foaming in your mouth “but I’m in my pjs already!” he just replies with finality “I’ll be in the car” you shudder as walk to his truck, your strappy linen set not helping much in the breezy summer night. you click on your seatbelt “where are we going baby?” you like going on drives with him but you two have never gone this late. “it’s a surprise sweetheart just be patient”
you genuinely believed him until you’re cruising through residential areas you have never seen before. then he turns off the headlights and pulls into the driveway of a house you’ve never seen before. your heart drops. “andy where exactly are we?”putting the car in park, pope rolls down the front windows a bit before turning the car off. “i said it was a surprise. now take off your shorts angel” you’re past confused- “you know i don’t wear panties under these?” he shifts to fully face you now. your heart hammers inside you. “did i ask about that?” his eyes are now burrowing through your skull. you shed the thin shorts, already a bit slick with your eagerness to know what’s going on. pope starts unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans. he then pats his lap, “sit”
it’s like your brain has turned to mush. he sees you just blink at his command “i won’t say it again” swallowing, you awkwardly shuffle over the console, propping yourself onto his already hard cock. you’re scared, still not knowing what you’re doing at a random house. but being at his will, with only him knowing what’s going to happen next, makes you leak more onto his boxers. he tuts reaching around, putting his hand down your blouse, pushing aside the straps, freeing your breasts as he palms them. giving your nipples a hard squeeze and going back to massaging harshly. “here’s what’s going to happen” he huffs into the shell of your hear “you’re going to fuck me until he sees” you nod obediently and start to grind down onto him. allowing your need to take over you start to moan pathetically, chasing a high mixed with fear “un-until who sees andy?” he doesn’t answer, he just pushes up into you now almost making you bend over the steering wheel. tits fully splayed now over his dash. you push back into him, reaching around to free his cock. aligning him in one go you force yourself to bottom out at once. “mmph baby why don’t you just tell me why- ah! we’re here!” you’re fucking him into you as he bullies his way closer. “just fucking do it” whines spill from your throat. abhorrent squelching coming from the needy mix of the two of you. he feels so good it makes you forget that pope left the windows cracked.
lights flood on in the house. you freeze but pope won’t have it. “i said fuck me until he sees” pulling himself all the way out before burying himself again in one quick snap, eliciting your most pornographic scream. that’s when you see him in the window. the man from the cereal aisle. he’s fumbling with his glasses so he can peer out the window for a source of commotion. a pit forms in your stomach, behind a rapidly growing peak. “baby i-“ “he wanted to look at your tits so bad in the grocery store-“ pope pants “that i thought id show him how pretty they look when i give you backshots” he picks up his pace making you crash into the steering wheel over and over. “maybe he’ll even get to hear how pretty you sound when i make you cum”
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???
"You need this?" His question was a low rasp, punctuated by the torturous grind of his crotch against your cunt. Separated only by denim and cotton, you were already half-gone at the friction.
Breathless, you nodded, hands roaming over warm skin, over the valleys and ridges of toned muscle. He was steady and malleable beneath your desperate reaching. Yours.
Immovable reassurance after the shitshow of a say you'd had. Shitshow of a month, really.
"Alright, alright." Husky and quiet, the faintest trace of amusement in his tone. "I know, I know. I got it, I got you."
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His rough hands held you steady, guiding every rut of your hips as you rode him. Mouth agape, eyes screwed shut, you whimpered and moaned and cried out his name.
There was a tremor of frustration in your movements, like you were chasing, chasing, chasing a feeling. But you couldn't quite get there.
Knees digging into the mattress, you tilted your head back, hands drifting to your tits, toying with your sensitive nipples. Groping and grasping and squeezing.
"Andrew," you sighed, on the verge of tears as you looked down at him. His dark gaze, the tight set of his jaw as he watched you, brows furrowed slightly.
He was trying to get a read on you, trying to figure out what you needed and how to give it to you.
His groin gleamed with your slick, tinted with smears of blood. He didn't care, never had, but seeing it made you roll your eyes. Of course, just another fucking thing.
Without waiting for another frustrated whimper, Pope manoeuvred you until you were beneath him. His elbows sunk into the mattress on either side of your head; he was so close his nose brushed the tip of your own.
He wiped your tears away with the pad of his thumb. "Hey, hey, don't cry. Don't cry."
He kissed the wet smears the tears had left behind, tasting the salt on his tongue as he slid back into you.
As he bottomed out, you made the quietest, weakest sound. A little like relief, and your wide-eyed gaze locked onto his. Pleading and thankful.
"Yeah?" He whispered, pressing his lips to yours. Once, twice. "My baby, hm?"
Nodding, your bottom lip trembled as you reached for him, pulling him down until he was pressed flush against you. It shoved him just that tiny bit deeper.
Your felt yourself gush around him, felt it leak down between your thighs, pooling beneath you.
"Sorry," you mumbled against his lips.
"For what?" Pope frowned, nipping at your jaw.
"The mess."
Pope just shook his head, pulled out a little, then thrusted back in. "Don't worry 'bout it, sweetheart. Doesn't matter."
And when you sniffled, whimpering his name, he just nodded, hushing you with a kiss as he picked up his rhythm.
Thrusting and retreating until you trembled beneath him, clawing at him as though he were an anchor. He lost count of how many times you whispered 'please.'
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ANYWAY!!! Hope you liked this. I'm hoping to get back into writing soon <3
(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.
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?"
"yeah." he swallows hard. "yeah, okay." his voice comes out rough, unsteady. his warm brown eyes are fixed on you, wide, intense. focused entirely on your mouth like he's trying to memorize whatever you're about to show him.
you lean in to give him a small peck first, soft, barely there then look at him. he looks back at you before he copies you, leaning back in, and this time his lips aren't so stiff.
progress.
then you part your lips carefully, slanting your mouth over his until they're molding together, until his warm breath seeps into yours.
you swipe your tongue slow along his bottom lip and he sighs, low, shaky, his fingers dig harder into your thighs.
"you like that?" you pull back just enough to ask, breathless.
he stares at you. eyes heavy-lidded, mouth slightly parted, breathing ragged. "yeah."
so you do it again. and again. slow and patient, until he catches the rhythm, until his jaw unclenches and he stops thinking so damn hard about it, until his mouth finally moves with yours instead of against it. his hands skate over your thighs higher, trembling, squeezing the soft of them harder.
"andrew, stick out your tongue for me." he does it. listens to you without a second thought, without an ounce of shame, just pure, raw trust. "yeah, just like that, such a good boy."
you watch his pupils blow wide at the praise, his cheeks flush all the way to the tips of his ears. cute.
you lean in again and lave your tongue over his, slow and hot. tasting him, him tasting you, and he lets out this broken, pleased groan that vibrates deep in his chest and against your body. his hands spasm on your thighs, trying to tug you closer.
you push him back immediately and he actually chases your mouth for a second before yoy press a finger over his lips. "uh-uh. slower, baby. follow my lead."
"sorry." he mumbles, a little shy.
then, when you give him the go ahead, he leans back in, kisses you exactly as you showed him, setting the pace real slow. he breathes through his nose while he does it, groaning all ragged and needy, as your tongues swirl together, like you've been edging him for hours instead of kissing him for minutes.
and then pulls back just a fraction, his eyes desperately searching your face for approval. "am i doing good?" his face is trying so hard to stay flat, face blank, but the dark flush blotching down his neck like a fever and wrecked voice gives him away completely.
"mhm," your pussy pulses at the sight of him so desperate, so utterly helpless beneath you.
your fingers scratch fondly at his scalp, nails dragging through the auburn strands and he whimpers. "doing really good, popey."
he gets all twitchy when you call him that and his hips jerk up as he starts rutting against you like a dog in heat. and, oh, you can feel him. the growing bulge through the rough denim, pressing right against the damp seam of your thin panties.
he's so huge that the thick, heavy outline of him drags deliciously between your folds through the clothes, catching right on your puffy clit, and a embaressingly loud moan slips out of you before you can stop it.
the sound flips a switch in him and he moves before you can blink.
his hands clamp down on your waist, and suddenly you're the one being flipped down into his mattress, the breath knocked clean out of your lungs. the sheer strength of him makes something warm and desperate pool low in your belly.
his heavy body settles on top of yours, all solid muscle and desperate heat. the new angle has him pressing right against your pussy, the rough seam of his jeans dragging over your soaked panties, and you both groan at the friction.
"ah—popey, wait—" but he just kisses you again, muffling your protests, arms wrapping tight around your torso.
the air gets thicker, heavier and you realize not only is your boyfriend a fast learner but he's terrifyingly observant too—those sharp, dark eyes of his catching every micro-expression, filing away exactly what makes you whimper, what makes your spine arch, what makes you grind up harder into him. you can feel him learning your body in real-time, using your own reactions against you.
you’re whimpering against his tongue now, making pathetic, wet sounds you didn’t know you could make, melting into the mattress and rolling your hips up, chasing the friction against your aching clit, completely at his mercy.
and the sounds only spur him on.
"'taste too good." he whines as he sinks his tongue deeper into your mouth. turning the kiss sloppy and wet as he laps at you, licking into the roof of your mouth like he's starving, swallowing every needy moan he pulls from your chest.
he sucks at your bottom lip until it throbs, biting down just hard enough to sting. you let out a high, reedy whine before he licks over the hurt, obsessive and soothing.
"mmnh—'s too much, popey—"
he can't hear you or either he does and just doesn't care. his hands just slide down, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties, rolling them down slowly, too slowly, all the way to your ankles. and you hear the rustle of him unzipping his pants, the metal teeth parting loud in the quiet room before he presses his still clothed bulge against your bare pussy.
"oh."
so much for him being a bad kisser. huh?
but it's overwhelming, all too much, and you can hardly breathe. so you pull at his curls, hard, weakly pushing at his shoulders but he only groans low pleased at the feeling and presses you deeper into the mattress instead, one hand fisting in your hair to hold you exactly where he wants you.
he continues to tongue-fuck you stupid, devouring you until your eyes are rolling back and your lungs are burning, swallowing all your protests.
and his hips won't stay still either.
he's basically rutting against the slick folds of your pussy now, grinding down in these desperate, clumsy thrusts that bump against your clit every few seconds, making you jolt and whine each time. you can feel how wet you're making him, the fabric of his briefs damp where you're leaking through, and the filthy thought of it—of him wearing your slick, of marking him that way—makes you clench so hard your thighs shake.
only after what seems like hours, just when you're dizzy, about to black out from lack of oxygen, he finally pulls back. a thick string of spit connects your swollen, ruined mouths. he immediately leans in to lick it from the corner of your lips, greedy and hungry, panting heavily against your cheek.
"did– did i do good?" he asks all needy for praise, chin slick, those pretty brown eyes wide and utterly wrecked above you, his curls stuck to his sweaty forehead.
"mhm." is all you manage. a breathless sigh. your brain is mush, entirely fucked out from just the kiss.
he grins, a little too proud of himself. then he grinds into you. once.
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
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