#addie's asks

[pope-codys]

wait more Andrew pope Cody on your period. what if you’re asleep together and he wakes up because he feels something wet against his boxers. When he lifts the covers he realizes that you got your period. your blood slightly staining staining waist band and his hair there. you’re dead asleep and unaware as he slides out of bed and slides you across the mattress so you wouldn’t be in the small stain that’s on the sheets now as well. the bed is big enough and he’ll worry about that tomorrow. he wipes himself off and changes his boxers and come back to bed and gently maneuvers you to slide your panties off you so that he can clean you down with a warm rag. when you start to stir a little he rubs your hip and tells you it’s okay go back to sleep. you make a little noise and a gesture of a nod he thinks as you do what he says. there’s a trust between the both of you that Andrew never thought another person would feel so deeply with him. so much that you’re comfortable enough to stay asleep when he tells you. and I think he would put your tampon in for you. using one hand to grip your thigh and the other to push it inside you before sliding a new pair of underwear up your legs. he knows if you woke up you’d be so embarrassed but nothing could ever be disgusting or embarrassing because it’s you.

OKAY I love this! anon this is such a lovely blurb, I agree that pope would do everything he could to ease your embarrassment. I love the part about you trusting him and feeling safe with him to just fall asleep when he tells you.

I couldn’t add to what you’ve written, it’s perfect, but it did inspire me to write something adjacent to this idea because something similar happened to me recently and i had no pope cody to help me.

warnings/tags: mentions of blood, menstration/period/time of the month, supportive bf!andrew cody

You woke up wet. You weren’t sure what had awoken you in the middle of the night but the uncomfortable, concerning wetness between your legs certainly made sure to bring you into a groggy but panicked alertness. You sat up the best you could with Andrew’s arm heavy over your waist and his body pressed tightly to your back. You propped yourself up on your elbow and immediately felt a rush between your legs thanks to your movement.

“Fuck.” You cursed, the panic swirling in your chest kicking you into action. You threw the covers off of yourself and slid across the mattress to make a break for the bathroom. You heard Andrew stir behind you and you cursed internally that you’d woken him but you needed to act fast as gravity worked against you. You spared a quick glance back at him in the bed as you exited the bedroom and your heart dropped at the dark stain on your light coloured top sheet that was visible even in the dim moonlight. You didn’t have a moment to worry about that or warn Andrew because the stream of blood travelling down your leg needed your attention now.

You hobbled to the bathroom and threw on the overhead light as you reached behind yourself to push the door mostly shut. You winced at the brightness of the room, the light stinging your eyes as you felt your way to the toilet and sat down to go pee, hoping the rest of the blood could be disposed of into the toilet. Looking down at your sleep shorts around your knees, to your horror you found them soaked with blood, as though you hadn’t used any menstrual products at all. The patch was fresh, wet, and large, and as you stripped out of your shorts you had a terrible realization that with how closely Andrew had been snuggled against you, you must have bled on him.

Oh god you could have died from embarrassment.

You wadded up some toilet paper to wipe up the line of blood that had run down your leg and sighed to yourself in frustration over the whole situation. This had never happened before, and you’d definitely never bled so badly with your partner in your bed. Why did this have to happen in the middle of the night? Now you’d have to strip the bed and get new clothes to sleep in and if Andrew hadn’t completely awoken, you’d have the mortifying job of waking him to tell him what happened if he had blood on his boxers.

A soft knock on the mostly closed bathroom door startled you and you whipped your head towards it, surprise rattling through your chest. Andrew’s gruff but sympathetic voice came through the crack in the door.

“You okay?” You closed your eyes in mortification and doubled over on the toilet as though you could hide.

“Yeah,” You called out lamely, your tone flat. The fact Andrew was awake and had asked you that question meant he knew what happened. You wished the floor would open up and swallow you whole.

“Andrew I-” You sat up, starting to apologize, but Andrew cut you off.

“I hope these are okay.” Andrew said as his arm slipped through the crack in the door and you realized he was balancing a neatly folded pile of clothes on the palm of his hand, which he set on the corner of the bathroom counter right by the door. Only his arm entered the bathroom so you could maintain your privacy. You were stunned to a loss of words and left to stare at the kind gesture as Andrew retreated down the hallway without another word.

Other boyfriends in the past would turn their nose up at any mention of your time of the month or would make you feel shameful whenever the bleeding or symptoms got unmanageable. Andrew acted very logically instead, providing you with some clothes to change into in the privacy of the bathroom. Your embarrassment wasn’t totally gone but Andrew’s actions definitely soothed the pit in your stomach.

You spent the next few minutes focusing on cleaning up, getting out of your ruined clothes and wiping your skin with a warm, wet cloth to make sure your skin was as clean as you could get without taking a shower. You slipped on the new pyjamas Andrew brought you, including a new pair of underwear that you recognized as a stained pair you only wore during your time of the month. That small attention to detail had a grateful smile creeping its way onto your face. As you were getting cleaned and dressed, you could hear Andrew moving up and down the hallway periodically. Unsure of what he was doing, you replaced your menstrual products with fresh ones and finished getting dressed so you could investigate.

When you left the bathroom you noticed the light was on in the kitchen and you followed it down the hallway to find Andrew standing at the kitchen sink with the sheet from your bed. The sharp tang of vinegar reached your nose as you moved to stand next to him and you saw that Andrew was treating the stain on your sheet with white vinegar and cold water.

“Oh, Andrew you don’t need to do that. I could do that in the morning.” You said, your embarrassment rising back up into your stomach. Andrew shouldn’t have to deal with your mess. Andrew glanced at you, his hands dabbing at the stain with a paper towel.

“The stain is easier to clean if you get to it faster, it would have been tougher for you in the morning.” Andrew looked back down at the sheet and paused his patting to check his handiwork. He tilted his chin up in satisfaction and dropped the paper towel in the garbage before grabbing the stain remover spray off the counter. “You were busy with other stuff so I took care of it.” Andrew sprayed the sheet with good amount of the stain remover, completely oblivious to the gratitude that was soaring through your body. This was something you loved about Andrew, he just handled things without complaint or instruction because in his mind, it was the practical thing to do. Why would he leave things for you to do when he could just do it himself? Your mental load was practically nonexistent with Andrew.

“You can go back to bed if you want. I put new sheets on the bed and I already cleaned up the hallway.” Andrew said as he laid the sheet out on your dining room table to be dealt with in the morning. The last part of his sentence confused you and you took a step forward, following him to the table.

“Wait, what was wrong in the hallway?”

“There was blood on the floor.” Andrew stated simply. Your jaw dropped open as your mind went momentarily blank with shock. In your sleepy stumble to the bathroom you’d managed to leave a trail of blood that your boyfriend cleaned up for you. Oh god, what if he stepped in it in the dark? If you thought you felt shame before, this was tenfold.

“That-that’s never happened before, Andrew I’m so sorry you had to clean that up.” You dropped your face into your hands and groaned. You were too tired for all of this, it was 3am for goodness sake. You felt Andrew’s fingertips graze your elbows and you dropped your hands to find your boyfriend reaching for you gently, his eyebrows furrowed lightly in confusion.

“It isn’t a problem. You’re the one bleeding, you shouldn’t have to bend over to clean the floors or stand around removing the stain, you should be resting.” Andrew’s warm hands rubbed up and down your arms comfortingly and you let yourself fall forward into his embrace. You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled your face against the bare skin of his chest as he pulled you close. Andrew was so thoughtful and caring and knew just what to say to make you feel better. His practically and calmness about the whole thing made you feel like you didn’t have to apologize for getting blood on his boxers, which you knew you did since he was wearing a new pair. Bleeding a few days every month was a part of your life and Andrew knew you didn’t have control over it, it wasn’t something to feel shame about.

You stayed in the hug for only a little longer before you decided that your bed was calling for you. You took Andrew’s hand and headed back to bed, shutting off the kitchen light as you passed it and declining Andrew’s offer of doing the stain treatment on your original pair of pyjamas. You could deal with it in the morning. Tucked into bed with Andrew, all snuggled up close to his chest, you released a sigh and tried to fall asleep. Unfortunately twinges of anxiety began to pull at your mind, disturbing your ability to drift off. Andrew could feel a slight tension in your body and he pulled back just enough to look at you.

“Are you okay? Are you in pain? I can grab the hot water bottle and some meds.”

“No, no, it’s not that, I-” You paused, unsure of how to say how you were feeling. You knew what you needed but you’d already disturbed Andrew’s sleep, which was a precious commodity for him, you didn’t want to make the rest of his slumber unpleasant.

“What?” He prompted. “Are you worried you’ll bleed a lot again?” And just like that, he read your mind. You nodded and Andrew got up immediately, leaving the room and returning quickly with a towel. Your heart soared at the continued expressions of familiarity and love from your boyfriend, how he showed he knew you so well and that he wanted you to be comfortable. You scooted over so he could place the towel down on the bed for you to sleep on top of.

As you got situated again with Andrew tucked behind you, his arms wrapped securely around as he held you close, you let out a sigh of relief and relaxed into his embrace. Andrew truly felt that your time of the month was no big deal and he was concerned for you rather than annoyed or disgusted. You hadn’t realized you’d been doing so much alone in your previous relationships, making your needs smaller and allowing your own mental and physical discomfort to keep your partners comfortable. Andrew showed you how backwards that was and that your partner should be caring for you, not making you feel worse about a natural part of your life.

You fell back to sleep easily in Andrew’s embrace, all your stress nonexistent now that you knew there was nothing to worry about.

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[ladyadrasteia666]

Eyes On Me

A/N: Hello! Welcome to my first story for my Kinky VoxTober 2025. I do hope you enjoy it! I'd like to take the time to shout out the VoxTek Discord, as well as the following members whom I know are Vox Lovers: @persephoneblck @stuffkimlikes @itzahazbinwriter @it-gal888 @redfoxwritesstuff @redvexillum @safination. Y'all are the reason I was able to write these stories, and it's been so fun gushing over these gremlins with you. As always, dividers used were created by the wonderful @cafekitsune.

CW: Voyeurism, Hypnosis, Dubcon, Double-dicked Vox

"Ah! Mr. Vox! Please! Harder! More!" You cried as you writhed in his lap. Vox, the Television Overlord and CEO of VoxTek gripped your waist tight with his clawed hands and forced you down onto his shaft. You arched, pushing your chest into him. Your walls clenched him tightly, your body tensing in anticipation of that wonderful climax.

"That's it, doll… Come for me." With one last slam into his lap, you let out a loud cry, and-

The alarm went off, waking you mid-moan. Yet another wet dream of fucking your boss. Like the dream, you hadn't even fully gotten off before life- or rather, the afterlife- had the audacity to interrupt you. It felt so real. And that was what was frustrating most of all.

The scent of him still filled your mind, having been trapped with him in the elevator the other day. You felt like the luckiest little secretary in all of Hell, simply for having had that opportunity. Did it matter that he'd barely spared you a glance before typing away on his phone? No. That fresh, masculine, cologne ensnared your senses as it evoked images of ocean spray and dampened your panties. You made a note to track that cologne down later so that you could spray it on your pillows.

Did he know you were obsessed with him? Fuck, you hoped not. How embarrassing would that be? Yet another mindless member of the flock, fawning over a man- venerating him as if he were some kind of God.

But he was… wasn't he? Lucifer, the so-called 'King of Hell' certainly hadn't made an impression. Only recently did he take some kind of action, and that was negligible at best. His daughter is running some sort of crazy charity project- aptly named the 'Hazbin Hotel', since it's full of outcasts and ridiculous old fools.

But Vox wasn't like them. He had ideas. He had vision. And he worked- had them all work- to improve and upgrade the lives of Sinners all throughout the Pride Ring. If the Radio Demon represented the past, then Vox could only be described as the future. And it was a future you desperately wanted to be a part of.

After getting ready for the day, you walked to work with an undeniable skip in your step as you hoped for yet another glimpse, or- dare you even hope for it- a smile from that suave Overlord. Entering the elegant glass doors, you bee-lined for the break room where you grabbed some coffee and went to your desk.

Your position in the company could best be described as a 'Middle Management Assistant'. Sure, you climbed the ranks quickly, but you had a fair way to go before you could be considered to be a personal assistant to one of the board directors. Still, your attention to detail and your ability to navigate deadlines, scheduling conflicts, and your accessibility had enabled you to rise at a near-unprecedented rate. You hoped Vox could see your ambition- your drive- to please him.

And yet… shame filled you at that thought. You didn't want to come across as desperate. You wanted to be important to him, to his cause. And given how far you still had to go… would he even notice you anyway?

Unbeknownst to you, he had. Vox was the one who approved of all of the early promotions based upon performance reviews, comparing them to supervisory input. Not a single scandal to your name could be discovered. No cameras revealed you doing unscrupulous favors for your promotions, no opening of your legs in the pursuit of positive feedback.

That ambition of yours intrigued him. Did you seek to rise, to overthrow him? No… that thought was quickly dashed aside with a quick glance into your company-issued devices: The VoxTek Nebula 7 smartphone and the VoxTek CompuPro 8000. The employees thought that having the newest devices issued (at a massive discount of 45%!) was an incentive for working at VoxTek. On the contrary, it was boon to him.

If Vox could control the devices his employees used at all times, he could spy on them. See what made them tick so that he could keep the hapless fools working toward his grand design. None of them knew, of course. If they had, they'd likely run screaming for the hills. It would be yet another instance of having to use mass hypnosis to control a crowd. While he didn't mind doing so to bring in customers on occasion, those moments were quick, and limited in scope. A mass exodus motivated by outrage would be…nuanced. Complex. And he did not have the time, patience, or desire to waste precious resources on such endeavors. Not when the Radio Demon was out and about once again.

Determined to dampen the rage that boiled whenever he was reminded of that old-timey prick, Vox's thoughts drifted back to you. That sultry little moan of yours this morning perked him up more than his cup of coffee had. Watching you from the laptop that you always kept on when off the clock (look at you! Such a dutiful little employee.), he knew that you were alone. A dream? Of whom?

He wanted to hear more of those moans. But you seemed ever so focused on your work, never sparing him a glance. Speaking of a glance… Time to check the cameras. Vox looked on his multitude of monitors until he found you in a break room, and he tensed.

You were smiling. Not a polite smile, no. It was warm. Bright. And you weren't alone. His own assistant Papermint was in the break room with you, awkwardly rubbing the back of his head while you appeared to respond to something he said. Suddenly, Papermint brightened, and you both went your separate ways. What had you spoken about? Vox couldn't tell, but he could feel the stirrings of jealousy in his gut. All of his employees were his. His toys to play with, to move along, and to dispose of all in the pursuit of his machinations. How dare someone else- even one of his own employees- try and mess with what was his?!

The indignation gave way to a rage that caused Vox to let off a series of sparks as he stood. Some calming breaths reigned in his temper as Papermint came into the office, tablet in hand and a small smile on his face. A quick conversation revealed that his assistant managed to snag a date with you of all people… That cannot stand.

"Well that sounds amazing, pal! But are you really sure you want to go out with her?" He kept the grin on his face, the tone of his voice controlled. Best to nip this in the bud; make Papermint think it was his own idea. "I mean… office romances rarely go over well, and as your boss, I'm just looking out for you. So many times we've seen workplace drama play out when it all goes downhill. Do you really want to risk your career over something like that?"

A brief flash of Vox's swirling eyes, and the doubts magnified in Papermint's head. She's using you to improve her own standing… She's going to ruin you… You can do better…

A small shake of his head, and Papermint's face crumbles a bit. "You've got a point, Sir. I'm going to cancel. I like my career too much to risk it. "

"Good!! Good… A model employee like you is such a rare find; I'd just hate for something to happen to you when you're so vital to VoxTek." Vox gently patted Papermint on the back as they walked out. Good… one less obstacle in my way…

Your day ended in disappointment.

There was a brief moment where you decided to branch out in hopes of overcoming your obsession with Vox. His assistant Papermint offered to take you out on a date as a means of thanking you for helping him with a task. Honestly, you were flattered that he thought so highly of you. You rode that high most of the day, until it was crushed like an old scrap of foolscap.

Papermint texted you, rescinding the offer. He still wanted to thank you for your help, but in a more "office appropriate" fashion. That's what I get for even trying, I guess… Oh well. At least my toy won't fail me tonight.

You got back to your apartment, and stripped out of your office attire. Switching into a pair of comfy shorts and a baggy T-shirt, you turned on the Voxflix and decided to chill while digging into a cup of instant noodles. Once your meal was done, you spent the night vegging out to the available shows.

Boredom soon filled you. And with that boredom, came the small flickers of arousal as your mind wandered toward your CEO, Vox. Pulling out your VoxTek Nebula 7, you decided to peruse some videos on YouTube, just to listen to videos of his voice as he talked about some new upcoming product release.

It wasn't the words that were important; it was his voice. And as he spoke, your hand drifted down your torso, beneath the waistband of your shorts….

A whimper pulled Vox from his reports. Looking at his multitude of monitors, he soon zeroed in on you. The feed came from your phone, and he brought the feed to the forefront of his focus. His trousers soon tented as he heard a small moan escape your lips. Your flushed face and the way you bit your lip- even the subtle way your camera moved- gave away what you were doing.

Quickly, Vox freed his cocks from their confines, and began to stroke himself in time with you. Gripping tightly, he let the precum that dripped from his tips lubricate his shafts and allow for smooth movement. He groaned as he watched you play with yourself, his hips twitching as you moaned around your fingers. I must be spending too much time away from Val…

Focusing back onto you, Vox lost himself to the sensation as he continued to squeeze and fondle his dicks. Your breathing picked up- a sign that you must be close to the edge. He watched, wanting to see your face when you came.

And oh, what a face you made! Lips parted with a cry as the camera jerked from your own spasms. Vox watched, fascinated, as you continued to unwittingly give him a show. He picked up the pace, tightening his grip and hoping to finish alongside a second orgasm for you.

It wasn't a long wait for either of you. He felt that familiar sensation at the base of his spine as his balls tightened; close- so close now. His hand blurred with the speed of his strokes as he watched the camera begin those subtle jerks that also spoke to an approaching climax for you.

"Ah! Mr. Vox!!!!" You cried his name as you came, your breath escaping you in harsh gasps as the camera finally stilled. A loud groan, some jerky movements, and a messy wet sensation spoke to Vox's own climax. He leaned back in his chair, catching his breath for a moment before he cleaned himself up with some nearby tissues.

This wasn't the first time he had gotten himself off to your masturbatory sessions. But it was the first time that he heard his name uttered in them. Who'd have thought…? I mean, she has good taste- obviously. Knowing that you thought of him while tending to your own needs made his cocks twitch slightly in anticipation.

Perhaps it was time to see what it would be like to hear those sweet moans in person.

You were called to Vox's office a few days later. No idea why, and the thought unnerved you. Had you messed up? Did someone falsely report you? Were you going to be fired? Your anxiety kicked into overdrive as thoughts swirled in your head. Your heart sped up as you remembered his pet sharks. Were you going to be fed to them for being a terrible employee? I'd rather he just kill me and get it over with!

Your hands trembled slightly as you pushed open the doors to his office. He was facing away from you, looking over his multitude of monitors.

"Do you know why I called you here?" He hadn't even turned in his chair when he addressed you.

"No, Sir…" Your voice shook from nerves. Please don't fire me…Please don't fire me…

He stands up from his chair, and faces you. A bright smile graces his features, and you sigh in relief. He doesn't seem upset at you at all. But if he didn't call you to his office to fire you…

"Mr. Vox, Sir… Why did you call me here?"

"Oh, nothing serious, Doll… Nothing serious… I've just been hearing great things about you from your superiors and…wanted to thank you personally for the work you've been doing. Since day one, you've been nothing but an asset to VoxTek and I am nothing less than grateful for the effort you have been putting in. A company doesn't run itself, after all!"

He put his hand on your shoulder. When did he get so close? As he leaned in, you could smell that wonderful cologne again, invoking the image of ocean spray. You felt that ever-familiar arousal pool in your belly, as your panties began to dampen. His voice dropped, and you failed to suppress the shiver that ran down your spine. "Allow me to show you my gratitude…personally."

You froze. Was this one of your dreams? No, it couldn't be. It felt far too real. And you'd never want to be so…so… unprofessional. You needed his respect, as if it were the air the living required to breathe. Forcibly, you shook your head. "I apologize Mr. Vox, but I could never-"

His claws dug into your shoulder; an obvious tell to his irritation. "Oh, Doll…I don't need your consent for this… I simply need your compliance." His eyes swirled as they met yours, and all of your objections- all of your resistance- melted away. Your eyes became dazed as he guided you to his desk and sat you atop it.

"That's it, Doll… Now… spread your legs for me…"

Your mind was at peace as you complied. Spreading your legs to reveal sensible black panties, a placid smile graced your features. You wanted to please him. You'd do anything to please him. Such was your place.

Vox leaned in and sniffed, the scent of your arousal making his dicks twitch in his pants. He couldn't wait, but he still needed to make sure you were properly prepped for him. Something told him that you had never had two dicks in one hole before.

Ripping your panties to shreds, leaned in and licked along your folds. Your head fell back as his tongue lapped away at your fluids. A sensation of static- like when you would touch an old CRT television- heightened the pleasure and caused you to moan in delight. You hissed as a clawed finger entered, spreading you wide, and Vox groaned in delight when he felt your channel clench tightly around his intruding digit.

Your hips soon chased his finger as he thrust it into you. Then it was two, and then quickly three clawed fingers deeply spread you as your body started to flutter around him. His tongue zeroed in on your clit, and he quickly flicked it back and forth, bringing you closer to that delightful edge.

"Aww… are you close, Doll?" His breath fanned out against your folds, making you whimper as your hips kept moving.

"Yes! Mr. Vox, please!"

"Come for me." A command. And one you were powerless to resist. You seized as you cried out; your body clenching tightly around his digits as your pussy spasmed in climax. You held him so tightly that he was unable to move out of fear of damaging you. Keeping still, he let your body calm before carefully removing his fingers and licking them clean. Your hole dripped, and some of your fluids began to pool on the edge of the desk.

Standing up, Vox freed his dicks from the confines of his pants, and ran them along your wet folds. You mewled in pleasure, and twitched against him. He smiled.

"Good girl… Now… keep those thighs wide for me. Relax that hole… and let me in." Slowly, the heads of his two dicks entered, creating a burning stretch at your opening. And yet… that voice compelled you to relax, to hold your legs wide open for him. That delightful burn deepened as he worked his way into you, and you arched in delight the moment his hips fully pressed against yours.

Never in your life had you felt so full. No toy could ever compare to this. And by god, if this is what your work had earned you, you decided that you'd make sure to never mess up your work in the future.

Vox bit his lip as he loomed over you. That dazed look in your eyes spoke to the spell he had you under, but that delightful smile as you moaned loudly gave away your true feelings. And that tightness- fuck! It had been awhile since his dicks were gripped so well. He couldn't wait anymore- he needed to move now.

And move he did. Soon, his hips were feverishly snapping against yours and his fans whirred to keep his body from overheating. You jolted and moaned with each thrust, your hands digging into his forearms as you clung to him in delight. Your pussy tightened around him, and Vox couldn't help but moan as he felt the wonderful squeeze of your tight, wet heat.

The slapping of wet flesh echoed in the office as your bodies met in a primal dance. You clung to him, moaning his name as he brought you closer and closer to the edge of bliss. Your breaths came in gasps as you clutched him desperately.

"Ah! Ah! Mr. Vox, I- close!! Close! Please! Pleasepleaseplease!!" You could feel the flutters as your body tightened further.

He clenched his teeth, trying to stave off the end for just a second. A fevered whisper. "Go ahead, Doll. Come for me." That command again. A scream of pure ecstasy echoed as you obeyed him. Your body jerking with each thrust as Vox too, chased his pleasure, and dragging out your own.

His body suddenly spasmed as he hit his own climax, the sound of your voice screaming his name echoing in his auditory drivers. His dicks twitched inside you as your pussy milked him dry, causing him to jerk and sputter at the sensation. His screen glitched and darkness overcame him out of nowhere, causing him to go still.

The stillness and the silence brought reality down around you with a crash. You froze beneath the weight of your boss, the hard desk biting against your back. Shame filled you as you realized that you just fucked the CEO of VoxTek. Sure, it was amazing, but you worked for him. How could you be so brazen? So… wanton? Yeah, it's Hell, but you had standards. That's why you worked at VoxTek. How could you be so stupid?!

The whirr of the fans pulled you out of your thoughts. A small groan erupted from the TV Demon as he fully powered back on and pulled himself back before looking down at you with a grin.

"Well Doll, can't say I've had a reboot like that in awhile. You sure know how to make a man feel good. How about we make this a regular thing to blow off some steam? The new position would come with benefits, of course. What d'ya say?"

You were shocked. Not only did he enjoy his time with you, but… he wanted to make this a thing? And position? Benefits?

"Are… you offering me a new job, Sir?"

"Sure am, Doll! How does being my very Personal Assistant sound?"

You smiled. "When would I start?"

He pulled out of you, and grinned at the sight of his cum dripping from your used snatch. His twin dicks were still hard, and coated in your shared fluids.

"I was thinking immediately. Now be a good girl, and… clean up my dicks."

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[pope-codys]

Touch Prompt 15 with Charlie Reid or Daddy Titus? 👀 (but make it condescending)

i'm going with titus because i already love him and i have an idea

titus danforth x a thumb pressing down on a bottom lip - prompt is from this post

warning: tw blood, violence, murder, sexually suggestive content (sort of)

There was very little in this world that surprised Titus anymore, so one could imagine his delight when you showed up at his bedroom door in the middle of the night, covered in blood.

You were his cousins wife, a new addition to the family who hadn't been selected for hide and seek, meaning you were brought into the fold instead of hunted. Titus only knew you in passing, first at your wedding, then at the occasional family function since then. You'd caught his attention immediately, a beautiful woman with a smile like sunshine, but as his cousins wife, you were off limits.

However that didn't stop Titus from pushing that line.

At every family function he orchestrated a moment alone with you, time to get to know you, to lay on the charm and see if he could weasel you away from his cousin. It ended up not being too hard. You never crossed a physical boundary with Titus, never touching him ever, but you did blur the lines between the two of you. You let yourself get pulled into Titus' orbit because he paid attention to you, he listened to you, and provided you with a safe refuge during family events.

With a husband who barely gave you the time of day, Titus' attention and affection was something you sought out and craved. In between family events Titus would come up with excuses to visit you when your husband was away and the two of you would send letters back and forth in between visits.

Titus found you intriguing, you were more soft spoken than the rest of the family, such an unusual choice for his cousin to make. But Titus could tell there was more to you. He could sense your strength of character and your willingness to make sure you came through any situation unscathed.

And Titus was proved right when you came to him tonight, covered in your husbands blood and seeking Titus' help.

The family had gathered today for a wedding, which hadn't ended in a hunt, much to the dismay and fury of your husband. He'd been itching for a hunt, to track and kill someone, and when that hadn't happened, he turned on you. He found a letter from Titus in your luggage and accused you of adultery, which started with yelling and ended with your husband holding you against the wall with his hands around your throat and your vision going dark.

You reacted the same way anyone would when their life was in imminent danger - quickly and without mercy.

You'd managed to pull the hunting knife from the holster on your husbands belt and you turned it on him, stabbing over and over, not stopping even when he let you go and only ceasing when your brain caught up with reality and saw that he wasn't breathing anymore from where he laid on the floor under you. You gotten up to your feet in a panic, covered in his blood and still holding the murder weapon. As you stared down at your husbands dead body, only one thought formed in your mind -

Titus.

Now you were standing in Titus' room, knife still in your hand while he stared at you as you explained what happened. Instead of getting angry or panicking like most people, Titus stared at you with a mixture of fascination and delight as you described what happened. He was impressed by your actions and your conviction, and he was thrilled that you'd come to him for help.

When you finished explaining you waited patiently for Titus to react as your tears left messy pink streaks through the blood on your cheeks. He didn't say anything for a long few moments, instead taking in the sight of you, completely captivated by your recount of his cousins murder.

You sniffled nervously and raised your hand to wipe the tears from your face when Titus finally moved, his hand catching your wrist lightning fast before you could disturb the blood on your face. He took a deliberate step forward into your personal space, making you tip your head back to look at him. Titus raised his other hand to hold your face with his index finger under your chin and his thumb resting on your bottom lip.

"Don't touch, I'm not done looking." The splatter of blood across your face was a badge of honour to Titus, a symbol of strength that filled him with pride.

"You're not mad?" You asked, your voice breaking slightly.

"Mad? Pretty baby, I'm so proud of you. You did so good." Titus said with dark conviction. Your face got warm at his words as your breath caught in your chest.

"You need my help, don't you." Titus said, not bothering to pose it like a question. You nodded your head and he tsked at you.

"Use your words. If you can kill a man, you can ask for help."

"I need your help Titus. Please." You pleaded, your lips moving against his thumb.

"My girl can do better than that. Beg for it." Titus' deep tone made you whimper and feel ashamed of the way your whole body burned for him.

"Please Titus, I need you. I need you to help me dispose of my husband. You're the only one I trust, the only one who I can go to. You're the only person who can help me. Please Titus." You begged as a satisfied smile spread across Titus' lips. Titus let go of your wrist and slipped his hand around your back, pulling you flush against his warm and solid figure.

"You need me, is that all?" Titus teased, his thumb swiping across your bottom lip as his dark gaze focused on your lips. You swallowed hard, your heart beating a thousand miles a minutes as you felt yourself leaning into him, letting his gravitational pull draw you in.

"I want you." You breathed. It was a horrific thing to say after you'd just killed your husband, and yet it was true. It'd been true for a long time.

"That's my girl." Titus uttered against your lips before claiming them for himself, kissing you like you were his.

Because you were his, whether you wanted to admit it or not.

lowkey really proud of this! i'm also realizing i need to add titus to my taglist...

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you wrote a blurb A WHILE AGO about Pope Cody helping get reader pregnant, i was wondering if you'd ever write something like that for Jack Abbot or Dr Robby?

ooohhoho anon yes i would!

this blurb is 18+

Someone like you.

Those were the words that haunted Jack since you said them. They kept him up when he should be asleep, they swirled through his head in between patients and anytime his eyes shifted to you across the ED. You were a fourth year resident and you'd been on the nightshifts ever since Jack requested you in second year. You worked well together, like two puzzle pieces that fit perfectly. Jack would go as far as saying you were friends, despite him being your teacher.

So when he found you crying in the ambulance bay one night he didn't hesitate to pull you into a hug.

"What's wrong kid?" Jack asked as he rubbed your back. You laughed humourlessly into his shoulder and pulled away sniffling.

"That's the problem. Kids. My cousin is pregnant." You wiped your eyes. "I'm really happy for her, don't get me wrong, but it's got me thinking about my life and my goals and I feel like I'm failing."

"You're an extremely intelligent, kind, and capable doctor. You have the whole world at your fingers, what could you be failing at?"

"I had a ten year plan. I was supposed to have kids by now or at least have them on the horizon. But I don't have a partner or anyone who is interested in me and I've already looked into adoption and I'm not a great candidate as a single woman with a mountain of med school debt. IVF and sperm donation is way too expensive and I feel like I'm running out of time. I feel like I need a plan now." Jack didn't know you wanted kids, at least not soon. His mind reeled at the new information.

"So my only option is to find someone I can sleep with who will knock me up but won't fight me for custody. The issue with that is I don't want it to be someone random, I wanna know what kind of man they are, ya know? I know there's the whole nature vs nurture debate but I want the father of my baby to be a good person at the very least."

Jacks head was spinning over your confession and he was trying very hard to not think about you trying to get pregnant by a random one night stand and raising a baby alone. It wasn't because he thought you couldn't manage it but something about you being with some random guy made his blood boil. Which was not something he wanted to examine. But it was hard not to when you kept talking.

"I'd like him to be kind and trustworthy and resilient and caring, just a really good man. You know? Someone like you." An ambulance came screaming into the bay before Jack had a chance to respond to, much less comprehend, what you just said. You gave his shoulder a grateful squeeze, thanked him for the hug and for listening, and ran over to collect the incoming patient. Jack had to shake away the thoughts of being the good man who gave you a baby and turned around to focus on doing his job.

But at home, it was all Jack could think about. In his fantasies while he laid in bed or in the solitude of the shower, he thought about you asking him to get you pregnant. About you pulling him in and begging him to come inside you. He dreamt of you underneath him, so pliant and wanting, taking him so well. He thought of the sounds you'd make, the way you'd feel, the heat of your kisses. In reality he'd tug on himself, his fantasies pulling an orgasm out of him easily and he'd spill over his hand with your name on his lips.

On his commute to work, softer fantasies bloomed. Fantasies about being the father of your baby, of sticking around to help. Jack would never just get you pregnant and walk away, he wasn't that guy. He'd be a father to that baby.

Your comment followed Jack through his shifts the rest of the week, played games with his imagination and had him fantasizing of a life with you. Jack hadn't wanted to admit his feelings for you or even acknowledge they existed. He was your teacher and it wasn't appropriate, especially considering the age gap. But you were irresistible and smart and beautiful and compassionate and he'd fallen head over heels before he'd realized.

Those feelings lead you and Jack to Donovan's bar on a rare night off, with you both squeezed into a small booth together. You talked and laughed together, getting along so well like you always did. Eventually the conversation came around to your want of children and you made a half hearted joke about Jack being your wingman and helping you find a baby daddy tonight.

"What about me?"

"What about you?"

"What if I help you get pregnant?" Your drink paused halfway to your mouth and your eyes flew to his face. Jack clearly wasn't joking and your heart stopped.

"You're serious?" You asked, turning towards him in the booth, your knees knocking. Your heart started again, beating rapidly. You'd liked your attending for years and you never expected he'd offer to help you have a baby. If he was serious, this was the dream scenario.

"Dead serious." There's a pause, a momentary beat between the two of you before you're grabbing Jacks hand and pulling him out of the bar. The two of you got to Jacks house in record time - he lived closer to the bar and neither of you wanted to wait a second longer than was necessary. Once you're inside it's hot kisses and wanting hands pulling and dragging.

Before you knew it you were naked, laid out on Jacks bed just like he'd imagined, a feast for his eyes. He joined you on the bed, pressing kisses to any skin he could reach, his lips leaving a path up your calves, across your thighs and up to the soft flesh of your hips.

"C'mere handsome," You said, reaching for him. Jack shook his head, sly smile pulling at his lips.

"Oh no darlin', we have all night for making a baby. There's something else I've been wanting to do for a long time." Before you could ask questions, Jack spread your legs further apart and dove down to press his mouth against your clit. You cried out his name as he sucked the sensitive bud into his mouth, his eyes closing in ecstasy at the noises he was pulling from you. Jack slipped two fingers inside you easily, you were already wet and wanting. He worked his lips, tongue, and fingers in tandem, building your orgasm until it was bursting out of you. Jack moved his mouth to your hole, drinking down everything you gave him.

Jack sat up on his knees, tall and sure, and wiped his glistening mouth with the back of his hand before grabbing your legs and pulling your body closer to him.

"You ready for the main event sweetheart?" He asked as he lifted and bent your legs to wrap around his waist as he began lowering himself on top of you. You smiled fluidly, blissed out from the orgasm he gave you, one of many you were sure.

"Let's make a baby Jack." Your words lit a fire in him and Jack wasted no time pushing inside you, filling you whole and blanketing himself over you. Your arms went around his back, your fingers digging into his back as he began thrusting into you, filling you over and over. Jack pressed his forehead against yours, both your mouths open as you shared each others breaths. The room filled with your heavy breaths, wanting moans, his hips smacking against yours, and your words of encouragement.

"Put a baby in me Jack, make me yours." You moaned against his lips.

"You're gonna look so perfect darlin', full with our baby. I'm gonna fill you up so good. Fuck, you're taking my cock so well."

"Come in me Jack, fuck I want it, I want you. Give me a baby Jack." Your hand went to the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss as he pushed you over the edge again, your walls clamping down around his cock. Jack panted into your mouth as he chased his orgasm.

"I always wanted it to be you." You confessed. "Give us a baby Jack, come in me." Jack pressed his forehead against yours as his hips slammed against yours, his eyes rolling back in his head as he came in you. You felt him spill inside you, filling you up until his hips came to a halt.

Jack took a moment to catch his breath before he peppered kisses across your skin, over your cheeks and down your neck and along your shoulder. You giggled at his affection as he went soft inside you.

"Do you think that did it?" You asked as you ran your fingers through his hair.

"Possibly, but we should definitely keep going to be safe." Jack pulled back and out of you, quickly flipping you over onto your stomach and pulling your hips back so you were up on your knees. Jack slipped his fingers inside you, stuffing you full again and keeping his cum inside you. You moaned against the bed sheets, your eyes rolling back.

"We can't waste a drop." Jack began to roll his hips against his hand and your ass. "Just give this old man a minute kid, I'll be ready for round two soon."

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jack and robby with a younger reader that has a hard time getting used to how mature they are bc they don’t immediately jump into fighting with her when they’re upset like her exes her age

Robby and Jack noticed pretty early on that you've had some bad experiences with past boyfriends based on your behaviour. They can see it in your continued apologies for things that aren't your fault - traffic making you late, suddenly feeling under the weather and unable to go on your date, honestly forgetting to do something you said you would. Robby and Jack try to assure you that you don't need to apologize or make yourself uncomfortable for them.

One time when your day just drained you and gave you a headache, you still forced yourself to get dressed up for the dinner date you had with them. Robby and Jack figured out that you weren't feeling great and they ended dinner early, telling you that you didn't need to come out on the date if you weren't feeling up to it. You still felt bad, apologizing over and over and they told you there was nothing to apologize for.

But you felt like there was. Your previous partners would sigh and roll their eyes at your headaches, they would call your ailments 'excuses' for not going out, they would make you feel guilty that they had arranged the date and made the time and had been excited to eat with you and you were cancelling. If you mentioned that the flowers your partner bought you were a kind you didn't like because of the smell, they'd call you selfish and say that they could have just not gotten you anything at all.

Your past partners got away with a lot - forgetting anniversaries or your birthday or obligations you had to go to - but there was no sympathy for you and anything you forgot or events you couldn't attend. You'd learned to make yourself smaller, to not "boast" about your accomplishments because it made your partners feel inferior, to always put your partner first.

This past behaviour became extremely clear the day you accidentally dropped a drinking glass at Robbys house. You were all cleaning up after dinner and you were on drying duty, putting the dishes away in the cupboards. You went up on your tip toes to put the glass back with the others in the set, when it tipped back and shattered on the ground. Your stomach dropped like you were on a roller coaster, a mixture of regret and fear flashing through you. The glass set had belonged to Robbys grandmother, it was a family heirloom, and you broke it being careless.

"I'm sorry! Oh my god Robby I'm so sorry, I'll clean it up-" You started to move, almost turning to face him when Robby and Jack told you to stop and not to move, the urgent tone of their voices being mistaken for anger and making you flinch. Jack was wearing shoes because of his prosthetic foot but you were barefoot and the last thing they wanted was for you to step on some glass.

Jack stepped forward and scooped you up easily into a bridal carry, lifting you away from shards of glass. He carried you into the living room and set you on the coffee table so he could examine the soles of your feet with his pen light for any tiny glass shards. You watched Robby wordlessly sweep up the glass in the kitchen and the anxiety in your chest climbed higher.

"Robby I'm so sorry-" You called out to him but Jack shushed you, telling you to stop squirming so he could finish examining your feet. He shushed you because you had nothing to apologize for but you took the determined set of Jacks features as anger and annoyance. Tears built in your eyes and shame clogged your throat and you watched Robby dump the contents of the dust pan into the garbage through watery vision. He hadn't said anything to you and you worried that he was so mad at you that he was choosing to remain silent.

"I'm sorry." You said weakly, your voice wavering. Jack glanced up at your face as he determined that you hadn't stepped on any glass and saw the tears in your eyes.

"Shit," Jack muttered under his breath. "Robby!" Jack called out as he pushed up on his knees to be face to face with you.

"Baby, it's okay. It was just a glass." Jack said as he took your face in his calloused hands. Your tears spilt over your cheeks and you sniffed.

"It belonged to Robbys grandmother, it was important."

"It was just a glass." Robby reassured as he joined you both in the living room. He rubbed an affectionate hand over your back as he knelt down next to Jack. "I have three others and it was an accident. Besides, I was more worried about you getting hurt."

"You sure you're not mad?" You asked with another sniff.

"Sweetheart you could have broken all four of the glasses and I would still be more worried about you. I wouldn't be mad at it. I'm not mad about it. C'mere." Robbys arm went around your shoulders and pulled you against his chest, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple as you cried harder and let your anxiety flow out of you. Jack had taken your hands and squeezed them comfortingly.

"Baby why were worried that we'd be mad? It was an accident."

"Because that's how my exes reacted." You replied while Robby wiped your tears. Jack shook his head.

"Your exes were assholes. Any reasonable, mature person would know it was an accident and care more about you possibly cutting yourself than about the cup."

"Sweetheart, is your exes why you apologize all the time?" Robby asked.

"Well, yeah. They got mad if I was late or forgetful." Both Robby and Jack took deep breaths, trying to calm the anger they felt at your past partners.

"Baby you have nothing to apologize for and I need you to believe the things we say to you, okay? When Robby and I say you don't need to apologize for traffic making you late, we mean it. When we say that we're not mad, we mean it."

"When we tell you it's okay for you to cancel our date because you're not feeling good, we mean it." Robby added. "When we say that we won't be mad if you cancel or that you're not feeling well or that you've had a hard day and just need a quiet night to yourself instead, we mean it."

"When we offer to do stuff like pick you up from work or run errands with you or rearrange our schedule to make it work better for you, we do that because we love you and because we want to. Not because we feel obligated but because we want to."

"Because we love you." Robby reiterated with a kiss to the top of your head. "Understand?" You nodded and wiped at your face again. Jack tilted his head at you, staring with intention.

"Yeah?" He said encouragingly. You smiled a bit and nodded again.

"Yeah."

"Good." Jack said before leaning forward and kissing you softly.

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Okay BUT Rabbot x Reader period cramp comfort?? This is really self indulgent but i feel like they’d both work together to make sure you’re comfortable and that you’de eaten, drank, taken vitamins, and whatever else doctors always say yappa yappa yappa, it’ll probably be even worse if they have to find out by themselves because you hide your cycle-wether it be by silently inspecting you hide your discomfort or js straight up finding you like doubled down, (i found out ive been subconsciously doing this now im so aware of it)

Im not sure if youre taking requests so ignore this if you want, or if its too weird, i love your writing soo much but also i js wanted to share this cuz its on my mind and its 8 am and i cant sleep

oh i absolutely take requests anon (i'm slow to reply tho lol) and i'm also on my period rn, it's like you're psychic or something

adding a cut because this got a little smutty (very lightly!)

You'd be living with Robby and Abbot and you wouldn't say anything about your cycle or upcoming period but you wouldn't have to, those fuckers would allllll over it. You're their favourite person, they're going to notice everything about you and every little change in your routine or behaviour or mood. You'd walk around the week before your period making comments about how everything is awful or how you're so irritable and overstimulated by everything and you don't know what's bothering you so much and Robby would make eye contact with Jack over the frame of his glasses and they'd share a look but not say a word.

You've been doing this every month for years and you still don't catch on to what's about to come with the shift in your mood.

Robby and Jack try to subtly help you, encouraging you to drink more water (so your cramps aren't as bad) and suggesting tea instead of coffee (again to reduce the incoming cramp pain) and making sure you don't make plans next week just in case. They make sure they're stocked up with all the meds and products you prefer, they make sure the old set of pajamas you sleep in on your period is ready for you, and have your regular cravings standing by.

When your cramps start, you can't hide it. One of them is always home, save for the hour at shift change when one of them goes to work to tag out the other. Robby lets Jack know that he woke up to find you curled up in the fetal position next to him, moaning quietly in pain. He'd successfully gotten you to eat something and take some pain relief medication before he left for work. Jack comes home and coaxes you into the shower with him, the heat turned up high. You both sit on the shower seat Jack uses to shower, your back to Jacks chest and a warm washcloth over your abdomen as Jack quickly showers himself.

Before the shower is over Jack helps you with some pain relief, his fingers slipping inside you while the heel of his hand presses against your clit. You cling to Jack, his touches warming your body more than any shower ever could. He helps you to two orgasms with one hand between your legs, the other holding your breast, and his mouth attached to your neck.

The two of you walk back to bed in a sleepy state - your orgasms, Jacks long shift, and the hot shower turning your limbs into jelly. You fall asleep with Jacks warm body pressed against your back, his hot hand heavy on your abdomen, providing comforting pressure.

He cooks for you when you both wake up a few hours later, makes sure you take your next round of meds, and gives you a heating pad with strict instructions about how long you should keep it on for. The pain is making you nauseous so he makes a lunch that'll be easy on your stomach, makes you tea, gives you some snacks you love and curls up with you on the couch while you work from home on your laptop.

After Jack goes to work, Robby comes home with your favourite take out and finds you in the kitchen, doubled over while holding the edge of the counter. Robbys on you in a second, his hand rubbing circles over your back as he bends over to ask you what's bothering you. You let him know the nausea is gone but the pain has migrated to your lower back so Robby kisses the top of your head and gives you a back rub. His large hands encompass your hips as his thumbs dig into your hipbones, massaging the muscles and relieving some of the pain.

When you go to bed you ask Robby for some natural pain relief and he happily obliges, covering you with his body and holding you close as he fills you. He's slow, his hips moving lazily as he kisses you - across your cheeks and behind your ears and down your neck. The orgasm turns you into a sleepy lump on the bed, just like Jacks did, and you fall asleep in Robbys embrace.

Tomorrow is the weekend and you'll have both of them to take care of you.

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19 for the touch prompts w jack abbot!!

flora i can always count on you! - hands kneading at sore muscles x jack abbot from this post

Your quiet grumbling and groaning was the first thing Jack heard when he came through the front door after his night shift. It was odd for you to be up this early and Jack followed the soft sounds of discomfort to the bedroom to find you sitting at the desk in the room, your fingers reaching over your shoulder to massage the muscles of your back. The curtains were drawn and you were illuminated by the desk lamp and the harsh glow of the laptop screen.

Jack realized that you weren't up early, you were up very, very late.

"Sweetheart." Jack said gently, alerting you to his presence. Your head whipped to the side, eyes wide with surprise and horror as you registered your boyfriend standing in the doorway.

"Oh my god." You said, your voice strained. You looked back at you computer screen, noting the time in the tiny corner of the screen. "Oh my god." You groaned, your hands covering your face in the sickening realization that you'd accidently pulled an all-nighter and had been sitting in this chair for the past twelve hours.

You had a large grad paper due in two days, worth over forty percent of your final grade (who does that!) and it had been stealing all of your time for the past few weeks. You did your best to work at night when Jack was out of the house so you could at least spend a little time with him during the day before his shifts. Jack had even bought you this desk, chair, and all the necessary accessories you needed for a spot to work in the house.

"I didn't mean to stay here all night. Oh god I can't believe the sun is up." You said to Jack as he crossed the room to coax you out of your chair and onto your feet. You took his hands and let him pull you to your feet, even as your muscles and joints protested. You groaned a bit and rolled your neck while moving your stiff limbs. Jacks mouth pressed in a line as he watched your expression flinch in discomfort.

"You and I both need a shower, c'mon." Jack headed determinedly for the ensuite bathroom, dragging you behind him. Having been taken out of your flow state while working on your paper you were starting to feel how tired you actually were. You didn't put up a fight as Jack helped you get undressed while you both waited for the water in the shower to warm up.

Once it was warm enough to Jack satisfaction, he moved his shower chair into the center of the shower, under the stream of water and maneuvered you into the shower to sit down. Jack removed his prosthetic and used the hand rails to get into the shower before sliding himself behind you on shower chair. Jack pressed himself against your back, his arms coming around you and letting you rest some of your weight on him as you leaned back against him.

"I saw you massaging your shoulder." Jack said, his lips against the shell of your ear. "It's bothering you." It wasn't a question but you nodded anyways, letting him know he was right. Jack leaned down to kiss along your wet skin, his lips pressing against the sore muscle that were causing your grief. You sighed when Jack pulled away a bit to give his hand room to massage your shoulder, his thumb digging in far better than you could ever do for yourself.

Your head dropped forward as Jack worked the pain out of your muscles, his palm providing firm pressure on your shoulder blade. The hot water of the shower splashed over the back of your head, hitting your shoulder and aiding Jack in relieving the tension. A moan slipped past your lips but the relief was too good to care.

"Better?" Jack asked, his voice light. You nodded again and twisted around to kiss him in thanks. "You gotta take better care of yourself baby. No more all nighters." You bit your lip as you looked at Jack's lightly scolding expression, and even though you didn't like being told what to do, you knew that he was ultimately right. It wasn't good for your brain, eyes, or body.

"I know, I promise I'll take better care of myself." You gave him another quick peck on the lips before reaching for the shampoo to continue your joint shower.

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AAAAAAAHHH i cant stop thinking about reader trying to get away from robby/jack when its all too much :((

Shes just so overstimulated after robby/jack made her cum for the nth time :((

AAAAAHHH anon i can see this so clearly

like you make some bratty comment about how even with two boyfriends they can't keep up with your libido and the next thing you know it's an hour later and you're sobbing, face down on the mattress as jack pushes a vibrator into you and makes you come for the umpteenth time.

you're crying and begging and trying to pull yourself further up the bed on shaky fingers to get away from their skillful hands and they just keep antagonizing you and asking if you've had enough, but you're stubborn and don't want to admit you were wrong so you stay silent (plus despite it being a lot, you feel amazing). robby flips you over and spreads your trembling, limp legs and pushes inside you so easily that every time he pulls back to thrust in again he almost slips out of you because of how wet you are.

you lie there and take it, whimpering when jack leans down from his place next to you and sucks one of your nipples into his mouth. the overstimulation of robbys cock sliding against your fluttering walls and jacks tongue circling your nipple, coupled with the vibrator that jack sneaks down to rest over your abused clit, makes you come exceptionally fast. your back arches almost painfully off the bed as your whole body spasms, your breath getting caught in your chest. robby finishes inside you and jack removes the vibrator and they ask you again if you've had enough, but when you don't respond, they drop their cocky demeanors.

you're so cockdrunk you can't speak - hell, you can't even really hear anything - so your boyfriends decide for you that you've had enough. they clean you up and wait patiently for you to come back to yourself enough to answer them. they carry you to the bath and soothe your trembling muscles in the hot water and then spoon you gently in bed when you fall asleep the moment your head hits the pillow.