Bails💛

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Andrew (Pope) Cody

Series:

Sunshine: You had spent 23 years living up to the nickname your family gave you at birth: Stormy. Grumpy and moody throughout your entire life, your teenage stepsister didn’t do anything to make it better, in fact only making it worse. Until your father forced you to bring her back home from her boyfriend’s house, in which one of the various older men catches your eye and entirely reroutes your life.

Jack Abbot

Micheal (Robby) Robinavitch

Take it Easy

Summary: Normal people don’t cry during sex. You’re not a normal person, and Robby’s just starting to figure that out. He deals with it the best he can: babying you.

Warnings: A bit of smut, emotional!reader, age gap (not specified), comfort

insanely short one-shot. like i mean insanely

You hadn’t meant for it to happen. In fact, you didn’t even know it was fully happening and not just in your head until Robby pointed it out.

But after cumming three times, on the brink of your fourth, you were exhausted. And tired. And worn out. And so extremely sore.

You were so out of it that you didn’t notice the tears dribbling down your cheeks as Robby continued to pound into from behind.

It’s not that you didn’t like the position (you usually love back shots) but you just couldn’t take it tonight.

The feeling of the right spot being hit over and over again, the heat trapped around your upper body, Robby’s grunting and the way his balls never failed to slap against your clit with every thrust was enough to overwhelm you.

He noticed when you were silent after he slapped your ass, something you’d normally make a noise after. Slowing down and becoming quieter, he was able to hear the silent cries leaving your mouth.

“What’re you doing? Why-why stop?” You ask softly, turning your head to look up at him. The sight killed him, watery, red eyes and cute button nose sniffling as your cheeks flooded with salty tears.

“Oh, honey. I think it’s time we stop.” He coos, pulling out slowly and laying you in a more comfortable position before cleaning himself up and leaving.

He returns with a warm washcloth, heated clothes fresh from the dryer, and a bowl of your favorite candies that he makes sure to stock up on every week.

He looks up at you every so often as he helps clean you up and change into softer clothing. Handing you the bowl, he lays beside you and places your head on his chest.

He waits for you to calm down before talking, not sure how you’d get any words out when your lips were quivering like crazy.

“Baby, you’ve gotta tell when it’s too much. Or else I’ll hurt you like I did tonight. And I never ever want to hurt you, do you understand?”

You nod at his words, one last sniffle escaping. “I just didn’t wanna disappoint you. Was trying to be good.” You mumble sleepily, eyes seemingly heavier than before.

“You could never disappoint me, never. Now go to sleep, you’ve got an early morning tomorrow.” He hums, kissing your forehead softly.

You babble incoherently, trying to say your good night’s and i love you’s but just sounding silly.

He chuckles to himself, running his fingers through your hair knowing it’ll help put you to sleep, something he does as well soon after.

Sunshine

Part two

<<Rewind Fast forward>>

Summary: You had spent 23 years living up to the nickname your family gave you at birth: Stormy. Grumpy and moody throughout your entire life, your teenage stepsister didn’t do anything to make it better, in fact only making it worse. Until your father forced you to bring her back home from her boyfriend’s house, in which one of the various older men catches your eye and entirely reroutes your life.

Warnings: Pure smut. That’s it. Fingering, suggestively language, praise, slightly bratty!reader

You could only get a few feet away before his hand came down on your wrist. “Not so fast.” He warns pulling you into the bathroom, locking the door, and pinning you against the sink, your back pressed against his chest as he stares you down through the mirror.

“You think I’m gonna let you leave after speaking to me like that? After practically begging for me to take you right here, right now?” You run your tongue over your bottom lip, nodding as you hummed your answer.

He places his face in the crook between your neck and shoulder, leaving open-mouthed kissing that’ll be sure to bruise over later. He tsked softly, shaking his head in disapproval.

He snakes his dominant hand around your waist, crawling up your dress and cupping your lace-covered pussy, eliciting a mix between a gasp and a moan from your mouth.

“Is this what you wanted? Wanted attention?” He asked, tightening his grip on your hip with his other hand. When you barely nod, focused on the way his fingers circled over your panties, he mumbled into your ear.

“So needy,” Slipping his fingers underneath your panties and between your folds, he kisses your ear lightly, “and already so wet for me.”

You let out a moan, loud and breathy, stopping the movement of his hand. “Sweetheart, if you want me to fuck you with my fingers then you need to be quiet. Wouldn’t want anyone to know how good I make you feel, hm?”

You shake your head in agreement but seem to only make him more upset. “Need to hear you promise it.” He insists, making you want to roll your eyes in annoyance yet refraining.

“I promise. I’ll-I’ll be quiet and good for you, please.” You whimpering, rocking back as his middle finger circles your entrance.

“Good girl, so good.” He hums, rewarding you by sinking one finger inside of you. You hold back noises that claw at the back of your throat, throwing your head back on his shoulder.

After toying with you for a bit, you speak quietly. “More, please. Need more.” He slows his finger slightly but enough for you to notice and whine.

“Nuh uh, baby. You’ll take what I give you, and you’ll thank me when I’m done with you. Do you understand?” He says lowly, almost a growl.

Accepting your nod as an answer, he decided to take it easy on you and cater to your needs, joining his middle finger with his ring finger.

Your mouth opens wide at the feeling of his fingers thrusting in and out of you, paired with them curling to hit just the right spot, but you refuse to let noise come out, not wanting to face more disappointment.

He hums along your neck, kissing sweetly and keeping heavy eye contact through the mirror. “Look so pretty taking my fingers. So good for me.” He praises, guiding you closer to the edge causing your hips to rut against his hand.

“So close, I can tell. Can feel you around my fingers, so tight.” His words along with the addition of his thumb rubbing your clit are enough to push you into your climax, finishing long and hard against his hand.

Once the waves are over, you lean your weight onto his frame behind you, whining lightly when his fingers leave you.

He kisses your cheek softly, washing his hands and holding you up with his arms. “Thank you, Pope.” You say breathlessly, still recovering from your orgasm.

He grunts, turning you around to face him. “Don’t call me that, not with your mouth. You can call me Andrew, or anything else. Just not Pope.”

You nod, leaning up to kiss the corner of his mouth gently. Your name being called from the living room telling you to leave was enough to pull you away from him.

“I um…I can see you another time right?” Before you can overthink your words and end up in an endless rant, he nods firmly, brushing back a stray strand of hair behind your ear.

“Course you can. Not done with you yet.” He whispers against your ear, placing one last kiss before leaving you alone in the bathroom.

Authors note: wow what a short fucking chapter! i love not being able to write! (pls pick up on my blatant sarcasm)

SUNSHINE

Part 1

Fast Forward >>

Summary: You had spent 23 years living up to the nickname your family gave you at birth: Stormy. Grumpy and moody throughout your entire life, your teenage stepsister didn’t do anything to make it better, in fact only making it worse. Until your father forced you to bring her back home from her boyfriend’s house, in which one of the various older men catches your eye and entirely reroutes your life.

Warnings: protective older sister!reader, cursing, suggestive language, age gap talk

Already irritated and annoyed after a six-hour shift at the office, where it felt like everyone made it their mission to ask stupid shit, you huffed out an angry sigh as you read your dad’s texts.

Dad: Need your help, no backing out.

Dad: Find Nicky and bring her home. Probably at her boyfriend’s. She’ll only listen to you.

You relax your head against the head rest for a moment, trying to build up the will to listen to your father.

You: Fine. But you owe me a shopping spree.

You: And coffee every morning for a week.

Dad: Sure thing. Thank you storm.

You park your car in the impressive driveway, turning off the blaring music. Climbing out of the car, you wait for the gates to open. Once they do, you waste no time talking to the woman and man in front of you.

“Nicky here?” You ask, directed more towards the older looking woman. She responds, voice raspy, “Yes. I’m sorry who are you?”

You answer with just your name, brushing past them hastily. Your way-too-tight skirt makes it difficult to walk, forcing your legs closer, but that doesn’t stop the quick sounds of your heels clicking on the floor.

You welcome yourself into their home easily, walking through the open door like you’ve been here a million times. Walking through the house with the pair from earlier on your heels, you open as many doors as possible until you reach a bedroom that occupied your sister.

She scoffs at the sight of you. “Come on, Nicky. Time to go home.” You say in a fake pouty voice. She rolls her eyes, pulling her arm away from your grasp. “Are you fucking serious, Storm?”

You huff out a laugh, even though you find nothing silly. “Yeah I’m fucking serious. You haven’t been home in forever. How do you think dad will feel when he finds out you’ve been sleeping with your boyfriend every night for the past week!”

She stands, pushing you to try to knock you off balance after noticing your heels. Fortunately for you, you’ve been wearing heels since you could practically walk. Unfortunately for you, she continues to fight back. “Oh so now you’re slut shaming me? Good going!”

“Well if the shoe fits! And apparently, it does!” Cutting off your argument, the woman from before puts herself between you two. “Girls, let’s calm down. I still have yet to figure out who you are, let alone what you want.” She says towards you.

“It’s not obvious? I’m her sister and her dad wants her home. Now.” Before the two of you could start fighting again, which didn’t take much, you start to speak again. “And who are you, actually? I think it’s only fair to know who’s been letting teenagers have unsupervised sleepovers every goddamn night!”

The woman sighs, placing her hand on your shoulder. She does a good job at trying to seem like a welcoming person, you’ll give her that, but you still don’t feel warm towards her.

“You’re absolutely right. My names Smurf, this is my son Craig.” She speaks up again after a moment of silence and angry glares. “How about this, your family can join us for dinner tonight. 6:30, we’ll get to know each other more. Sound good?”

You think it over for a moment before giving a relenting sigh, closing your eyes briefly. “Sure, fine. I’ll see if dad’ll be alright with that. But if you put me in deep shit Nicky I swear to god…”

She puts her hands up in surrender, lying back on the bed as you’re escorted out of the house.

It took a lot to convince your parents that the dinner was a good idea, you even had to give up the shopping spree you were promised. But it worked after a while, so here you were, sitting next to your stepmom as your light yellow sundress flowed softly thanks to the breeze.

You stayed stiffly polite, eating what was put on your plate and not speaking to withhold from another outburst at your sister. You wouldn’t admit it, but you cared for her, didn’t want to see her hurt.

After your father finished up boring everyone with his military talk, Smurf reached over to you, running her fingers through your hair. “I wasn’t thinking about this earlier, but you have such long hair. Thick too.”

You smile softly, slightly uncomfortable at the feeling of multiple fingers combing your hair as your mom jumped in on the conversation, talking about how lucky she was to have a stepdaughter with such gorgeous hair to do.

Before the remarriage conversation could start, the front door slams shut, notifying every one of a new arrival. Smurf clicks her tongue with a slight laugh, “That must be Pope. He probably forgot we have guests over.”

You catch of glimpse of him as he walks, or rather stomps, through the house before coming outside after a few quiet minutes. His stoic and stiff stance would be off putting to some, but you were more focused on his features. The worry lines spread across his forehead, deep hazel eyes, freckles scattered along scarred skin like stars in the sky.

Smurf takes it into her own hands to introduce your family to him, saving your name for last. “But we like to call her Stormy, something along the lines. Been dark and gloomy ever since birth.” Your dad shares, perking up at the chance to talk about you.

Your stepmother, as the kind, soft woman she is, encourages him to join the table, making you scoot down the bench to make space for him next to you.

“Oh he’s not the social kind.” Smurf speaks, but her words fall short as he fills the spot next to you, trying to seem normal to your family.

“I uh, I like your tattoo.” He says quietly, gesturing toward your back. Your parents laugh at the story behind it, waiting for you to share.

“Got it during my rebellious teenager period. They said no but I got it done anyway. Nothing too crazy though, right. Just the sun and the ocean. But they freaked out like I had tattooed someone’s name on my arm.” You exaggerate slightly, trying to make it seem funnier than it truly was.

Something inside you made you want to look cool and attractive. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, you had embarrassed yourself trying to fulfill that when you were younger, but it wasn’t expected in the moment.

As the night dragged on, you found yourself gravitating towards the awkward man beside you, touching his knee lightly for a few seconds before pulling away every now and then, stealing secret glances, laughing a bit too loudly at the jokes he made.

It got to such a point that everyone had noticed. After you spent a bit too long talking directly to him, Nicky decided to speak. “Jesus, flirt with him any more will you? Practically eye fucking him in front of all of us.” She grunts, her objective clear as she tries to embarrass you.

Your father drops his fork before picking it up again, your mom kicking her leg underneath the table. “I’m sorry, Nick, I thought you didn’t want me telling dad about that Saturday when-.”

She cuts you off quickly, “Alright, alright. I’ll shut up.” You excuse yourself to the bathroom, gaining directions from Smurf and heading inside.

Instead of using it for its actual purpose, you lean against the sink in the bathroom, not bothering to close the door. “You’re too young.”

The voice startles you, heightening your nerves for a second before they come back down. You turn your head to look at him, not being able to pull away from his eyes.

“Not saying that you’re like…you know…ugly. Cause you’re not, that’s not what I’m saying at all. It’s just that you can’t be more than 25 and I’m 35 so that’s like 12 years-.”

You chuckle as he rants, speaking up once you’ve had enough. “I’ve been with older.” You admit casually, checking in the mirror to make sure your cheeks aren’t too red.

He steps closer, having to bow his head down to look at you properly. “‘m not so sure you’d be able to handle it, sweetheart.” His voice, deep and low, draws you in closer, your hands crawling up his chest.

“Guess you’ll just have to find out then, huh?” You whisper, biting your lower lip gently as you brush your hand against his clothed dick lightly, making your way out of the bathroom.