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im being so deadly serious when I say there is zero non romantic or non sexual explanation for looking at your thirty years younger subordinate this way. so serious. this is how you look at someone you're fucking, or want to fuck.
Content Warning: Piss kink, pain kink, very mildly dubious consent, as well as mention of drugs
(Born out of yapping with @puppydogwhitaker and @sacrificedagoat abt pope 🙂↕️)
Adrenaline always makes him feel a certain kind of way, seeping through his system in thudding pulses. It makes Pope dizzy, makes him loose and relaxed in a way he never fucking is otherwise.
He's seen his brothers in all kinds of states, drunk off their asses, high off their asses with anything from weed to coke. Crossfaded on both too.
Adrenaline felt like liquor shot after shot, building upon itself until it felt like a heavy fire in his veins and if that was the shot? Dennis and his thin whimpers of pained pleasure were the drug chaser.
"Andy s'too dry-" in the same breath as crying plea's "please, ffuck, fuck fuckfuck!"
It's okay if Dennis couldn't decide what he wanted, Pope had become more than comfortable being the deciding vote amongst his brothers, he could be that for Den too.
He'd practically shoved Dennis into the bathroom when he'd gotten home from this last fight, the sweat still tacky on his skin and wet beneath his arms and thighs. The younger man had gone happily, just as wanting after seeing his boyfriend like this. Den just had a hard time now a days, far along enough on T that he had a hard time getting wet.
At first pope had made sure to take his time, had made sure to be liberal with his lube use.
All until his boy had pushed a palm against his chest and shyly, with red cheeks, asked if he'd fuck him just like that. With the dryness, until he got wet on Pope's cock.
He'd been real apprehensive until he saw the way Dennis sobbed on his cock and limped the next two days.
Now, pressed chest first against the tile of his shower, Pope hunted his arousal out like a hound catching the scent of blood. Strong hips smacking off of Dennis's ass, his partner still hasn't gotten quite wet enough for him to slide smoothly. The drag of his making him clench his jaw and work his hips harder, his hands sliding up to Dennis's waist to dig his fingers into.
"Hh, hha, hhhfuck, ah ah, an, andy-"
It felt like Dennis's cunt was trying to keep him permanently, so sad to feel him pull out it did it's best to grip him tight inside Den forever.
Frankly, the thought of never parting from him, even to pull out of his boyfriends too tight cunt sent heat, hot and numbing down his spine and into his balls. All of it shoved Pope hard off the edge and into filling the younger man full of his cum, his teeth bared in a half snarl and a quiet, hard grunt ripping itself from his chest.
Dennis immediately whimpered beneath him, reaching back to pat uselessly at his side, hip, wherever he could reach
"Andrew, please, please wanna cum on your cock, please I wanna cum"
Pope leaned back alittle, ignoring Dennis's increasingly frustrated noises in favor of thumbing through his boy's folds, studying the raw, red color of his pussy from the beating it'd taken and sighed.
"Denny you're not wet enough for me to make you cum"
" What? No, no no, andy I know-"
"Christ angel, give me a minute." He muttered, shifting around behind him. Widening his stance.
Dennis made another frustrated noise, and another, up until it felt like Andrew was cumming inside him again. Then the amount actually registered, too much and far too thin to be his boyfriend's cum pushing past his walls and labia to drible and stream down his thighs to the tile below.
holy fuck. Andrew was pissing in him.
Dennis hung his head, his forehead pressed against the wall while fire burst to life in his lower stomach. Unable to help the hard, rhythmic clenches his cunt gave that made Pope hiss.
The acid heat stung against the raw, scratched walls of his pussy, sending white embers of pain to fan the coals higher and higher.
The older man gave another grunt or two as he finished, the sound that had felt so deafening moments before coming to an abrupt, dripping stop.
thinking about how pope is lowkey bad at fucking and would need a lot of instruction…
(tossed these brainworms around with @sixeyedsharks and @sacrificedagoat <333)
“ah ah, no. slow down. slower, andy. like we practiced.”
andrew slowed as ordered. it was probably good that dennis was face down, because the way pope was looking down at him was nearly predatory.
dennis was quiet, but that wasn’t unusual. it made andrew nervous, however. “like that?” he kept angling his thrust the way he was told, hoping that was still adequate.
the comforter was gripped in dennis’s fist when he replied, “uh-huh.” andrew harshly poked his g-spot again, making dennis want to jerk back and clench. dennis relaxed instead, cooly instructing, “faster now.” the directions weren’t being followed promptly enough and dennis felt it slipping away from him. “god damnit, fuck me, andy!”
“sorry,” andrew quietly said. he focused his efforts entirely on getting dennis off. the long press of dennis’s back on his front, the glide of them meeting together completely consumed andrew. which was bad, actually! very bad.
he must’ve made a pathetic, revealing sort of noise because dennis demanded through gritted teeth, “don’t you fucking dare.” dennis renewed his efforts in finishing, grinding back and down on andrew’s dick, slithering a hand between his body and the sheets to stimulate himself.
“‘m trying,” was all andrew could promise.
he tried to think of gross or painful things, but he could only think of dennis. his clean skin and clear demands. dennis ordering him to last longer made him paradoxically wanton. the condescending disappointment at his performance only made performing more difficult. or easier. if performing meant cumming his brains out.
“are you serious, andrew?” dennis asked in a disgusted tone (like he wasn’t absolutely giddy and flattered everytime this happened). feeling andrew’s weight collapse against his back, pushing him into the bed sheets confirmed it further. “you said you were gonna try to last longer.”
“i really did try,” he whispered into the nape of dennis’s neck, sliding his soft cock out. pope’s arm wiggled around dennis, slightly lifting him up to hug him from behind. he sniffled at dennis’s skin.
dennis sighed, not having it in him to actually punish andrew for feeling too good, too quickly. “it’s ok, andy.” not wanting the mood to ruined (and feeling even more devastatingly desperate to climax after feeling andrew finish inside him), dennis bucked andrew off of him and flipped on his back.
Okay but what about Duke as a member of Bikers Against Child Abuse and knowing Dennis from protecting him when he was testifying as a child against his parents and then recognizing him as the doctor Robby has been talking up and obviously has a massive crush on?
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I just know the day of robby and dennis's wedding is the most confusing of trinity's life. like why is her best friend and almost brother marrying her father figure. why has that been allowed to happen? why is that okay? and why is she genuinely happy for them?
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initially brainworms i was bouncing off of @blueangelbby and also this is omegaverse have fun<3
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Robby had three days off, which would normally be exciting except for the fact that on these particular days his mate was at a conference. If you asked Robby, Jack didn't really need to go. He could've stayed home with Robby, curled up in their nest, giving Robby all the attention an omega deserved from their alpha. But Jack had insisted this one was important, something about disability in healthcare, so here Robby was. Alone in their nest and very pouty.
He checked the time, 7:56, four more minutes until he was allowed to call Jack. Robby flopped back onto his back with a sigh. He just wanted his alpha here. He was so pent up after a week of shifts not letting them have more than a quick kiss at handover and then Jack had the audacity to go and abandon him.
The clock ticked over to 8:00 and Robby was pressing "call" immediately. The line rang twice before Jack answered.
"Right on time, baby," Jack said when he picked up.
"Don't sound so smug, Jack," Robby huffed. Jack could practically hear the pout on his lips.
"Am I not allowed to appreciate how eager my omega is for me?" Jack asked.
"Can't be eager for you if you're not even here," Robby shot back. The line was silent for a few moments before Robby sighed, "I miss you, Jack."
"I know, sweetheart, I miss you too," Jack cooed.
"I want you," Robby whined.
"Aw, is my sweet omega all pent up?" Jack asked in a low voice.
"Well someone hasn't fucked me in over a week," Robby spat.
"I have been neglecting you, haven't I?"
"Yes," Robby huffed, at least Jack acknowledged his mistakes.
"Why don't you make yourself feel good for me, baby? Can you touch yourself for me?" Jack asked. Robby whined on the other end of the line, and fuck if it wasn't making Jack hard.
"What are you wearing, baby?" Jack asked.
"One of your shirts," Robby said quietly, "And- and the panties you like."
Jack let out a low groan, "You gonna save them for me?"
"Maybe," Robby said, trying to sound teasing but barely concealing how aroused he was by the thought of saving slick damp panties for his alpha.
"Play with your little cock for me, Mikey," Jack instructed.
Robby rucked his shirt up and dipped a hand into his panties, palming at his hard cocklet. He wrapped his fingers around the base and began to stroke slowly, letting out a high whine as he did so.
"Does that feel good, baby?"
"'S okay," Robby said, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. "'S not the same."
"Mmm, I know sweetheart, but you're doing so good for me," Jack cooed. "Do you want something in your hole? You feeling empty?"
"Only want you," Robby whined.
"Why don't you use the dildo I got you, baby? Make yourself feel nice and full for me?" Jack suggested. He'd gotten Robby a custom knotting dildo to use whenever their shifts were failing to line up, but Robby almost universally refused to use it.
"No," Robby snarled, "I'm not stooping to those levels like a cheater."
"Mikey, please, I just want you to feel good," Jack insisted.
"I have a perfectly good alpha I don't need a dildo," Robby huffed, hand still slowly stroking his cock.
"Michael, I am that alpha," Jack said.
"Right and you left me here all alone," Robby said.
"If you want me to hang up I can," Jack said, his tone amused if also exasperated.
"I'm not letting you back in the nest if you do," Robby threatened, and Jack knew he was serious.
"Fine baby, no dildo," Jack conceded. "I still want you to feel good though, even if I can't fill you up until I come home on Sunday."
"Alpha?" Robby asked after a few moments of silence.
"Yes, sweetheart?" Jack prompted.
"Can I- Can I use your pillow?" Robby finally asked.
"Shit, baby," Jack groaned. "Yeah, yeah go ahead. I want to hear my pretty omega getting off on my pillow."
Robby immediately put the phone on speaker and set it down, moving to grab Jack's pillow and stuff it between his thighs once he was on his stomach. Robby rocked into the pillow, the friction from the lace panties he still wore delightful on his cocklet and the folds of his cunt. "Fuck, alpha, feels so good," Robby moaned.
Jack had pulled his cock out and begun stroking it, his knot already beginning to fill. The mental image of Robby wrecking himself on Jack's pillow, in their nest, wearing his favorite panties was nearly enough to make Jack cum right then and there.
Jack enjoyed the sounds of his omega rutting into the pillow, moaning out filth about how slick he was, how ready he was for his alpha.
"Ja- shit- Jack, can I cum? Please alpha, let me cum?" Robby begged, his voice strained from how close he was to the edge.
"Go ahead, Mikey. Cum for me, feel good for me, baby," Jack ordered.
Robby moaned loudly on the other end of the line, gushing slick and spurting cum into his panties. He was breathing heavily as he came down from his high. Jack, for his part, came as soon as Robby had started begging.
"Mikey, you still with me?" Jack asked after a couple minutes of silence.
"Mmm," Robby whined, "Miss you, Jackie."
"Aw, baby, I know. I'll be home so soon, though," Jack soothed.
"It's not the same," Robby said with a pout. "Want your knot."
"I'll give it to you as soon as I can, I promise."
"No more conferences," Robby demanded.
"Can't promise that, but maybe I'll take you with me next time? Show off my perfect omega for everyone to see," Jack said, lovesick and sweet. "You know people thought I was an omega today, my clothes all smelled so much of you."
Robby preened at that. He'd scented all of Jack's clothes quite thoroughly before he'd left. Sue him, he was just as possessive as Jack was.
"You like that don't you, Mikey?" Jack teased.
"You're mine," Robby stated simply.
"That I am," Jack said with a smile. "Go get cleaned up for me, baby, you need to rest after the shifts you've been working all week."
"'S comfy in the nest," Robby whined.
"It'll be comfier if you're not in soaked panties," Jack said pointedly. "But don't throw those away, I wasn't joking about saving them."
"Pervert," Robby said as he sat up, placing Jack's pillow back in its spot and peeling his underwear off. He placed them right in the center, where'd they'd stay until Jack was home.
"Says you," Jack said playfully. "Love you, Mikey, sleep well for me, yeah?"
"I'll try," Robby said. "Love you, too, even if you did abandon me."
"Oh for the love of-"
Robby hung up before Jack could retort. He would probably pay for that when Jack was home, and he couldn't wait.
dennis has never had sex, never masturbated. shame always existed at the center of pleasure.
but as robby holds his chin in a bruising grip & licks into his mouth like he’s trying to memorize it for when he fucks his cock into it later, well, dennis can’t help but get lost in it.
slipping into the warm, fuzzy feeling in his stomach until he can’t think about anything except for robby & his big strong hands & the way he towers over dennis. earlier, robby chuckled when dennis first kissed him. oh you, poor, dumb puppy. no one’s ever trained you, hm? that’s okay, i’ll teach you kid. words that dennis usually heard at work were being used to seduce him into making out with his boss. not that he cared, his mind went blank as soon as robby called him dumb.
robby feels something against his thigh, a rhythmic motion, the warmth of it pulsing against his thigh. aw, he thinks, the poor puppy is trying to cum. he decides not to help, instead letting dennis rut against him sloppily as he whines into robby’s mouth. high pitched ah ah ah’s as robby drags his mouth down to the skin underneath dennis’ jaw & begins ruthlessly sucking. a loud gasp trails off into a long pitiful moan as dennis clenches his legs around robby & cums in his pants. robby feels wetness spill onto his leg.
dennis looks up at him, chest heaving, baby blues wet with tears. robby smirks down at him, chuckling. did that feel good honey? dennis’ whole body trembles at his condescending tone. too fucked out to give a response, he buries his head in robby’s chest & lets him gently pet dennis’ hair with his thick fingers. shhh robby coos, as he slowly moves his hands down to unzip dennis’ soaked pants.
Rabbot trying to build up Dennis’s stamina except it’s just Dennis cumming within one minute and never lasting any longer when either of them touch his clit or try to use the little shitty vibrator they thought wouldn’t be strong enough for him to cum on.
Dennis thinks he’s doing great!! He used to cum from them touching his skin at all, or when they stripped him, or when they made out on the couch. Now he holds out till they actually touch his good spots! He always ends up smiling and asking how long he lasted, even though Jack and Robby always just kiss him and tell him long enough.
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crazy how the pitt has plenty of white boys to ascribe insane christian religious trauma or complexes to (dennis. frank. jack.) and yet people keep putting that shit on robby. aka our one recurring canonical jewish character. like y'all are actually fucked up for that go be a freak ass christian about literally anyone else oh my godddddd
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