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Why am I thinking of Andrew Cody trying to "define the relationship" with you when you introduce him as your friend to someone when they bump into you two in a public setting or something...
You two have been sleeping together for about 3 months, but you wonder...what does that mean in his mind?
He's never called you his girlfriend.
He’s not the kind to gush about feelings or offer clarity where there is none.
He’s protective.
Possessive in ways that don’t always make sense.
But he’s also closed off.
What you don't realize is that navigating abstract ideas like "relationship status" for Andrew is as challenging as deciphering a foreign language...
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When you friend walks away, there’s a pause. Maybe he exhales sharply through his nose, fingers tapping against his glass. Then, finally: "Friend?"
He doesn’t say it like he’s upset.
More like he’s genuinely trying to parse it.
Andew has always been a man of few words, one who shows rather than tells. And the way he’s looking at you now—the weight of his stare, the slight furrow of his brow—maybe that says more than anything else ever could.
There’s an awkward pause, the kind where time feels oddly stretched, and you see his knuckles momentarily whiten around the rim of his glass. Then, almost as if he’s rehearsing in his mind before releasing the thought, he adds: "Just so you know. I don't fuck my friends."
Your heart flutters at the admission, and you inhale slowly.
"Good to know," you deliver with a nonchalant air as you hide your excitement behind his words.
"You're mine," he says simple. The statement is not loud or overbearing—just a gentle, almost vulnerable declaration.
"I am?" you whisper.
"Yes."
Andrew craves the clarity of commitment even while he fears that labeling what you share might box him in.
Or worse.
It might expose the tender and unpracticed parts of him.
He unexpectedly draws you closer to him in the bar booth.
His hand is tentative and meets yours as if silently asking a question. Leaning in, his voice lowers into a soft murmur.
A confession.
"I’m yours too?"
"There's no one else," you say. "Only want you."
His mind trembles under the weight of your words—he silently thinks, God, I'm so in love with you.
He tells you a week later.
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I’m so deep in my feelings for Pope. Please tag me in any Pope content. Craving this man so badly 🥹
You know those people kids gravitate towards? Especially toddlers and babies? They see these people and they immediately have their whole focus on them for the rest of the time that person is in view point?
Maul is one of these people, involuntary.
He doesn't know why exactly, he assumes it's because of his skin. The red calls attention and the black makes it's not too overwhelming, he makes theorys but he has no idea at all and it happens all the time.
Like even if they're afraid/curious at first, he will try to ignore them, or even bares his teeth, imagining that will make them go away. He's always unpleasantly surprised when it has the opposite effect and they stay around him even more.
No, it does not remind him of his childhood. It's very much not like anything from his childhood at all.
He hated it when he was an apprentice, he just wanted to complete his mission and there was always a kid around staring at him and slowly trying to get closer.
After Lotho Minor, he thought it would stop happening but somehow the metal legs seems to have doubled the effect. Especially Mandalorian children when he is in DW, they follow him around the palace and camp, want to touch his legs, for him to show his lightsaber.
Vizsla just said he should just entertain them and they'll leave him alone, he does, they do not leave him alone. It's even worse now.
Savage is the calmest in this situation, he dealt with children all the time back on Dathomir. He raised Feral with the help of the other brothers just like he was, nightbrothers are the definition of the saying: It takes a village.
So it's both funny and sad to see Maul so confused and annoyed with these children following him around like little ducks. He does notice that besides ignoring them, his brother doesn't do anything against the kids.
At some point he just accepts it in silence and ignores whatever the kids are doing around him.
The first time this happens around Devon is with the kid of some member of a crime syndicate, she's mentally questioning herself if she's ready to see her master kill a child.
She watches the kid crawling through his lap and playing with his cape in complete silence. She asks him about it, he pretends it didn't happen. It happens again the next time they somehow have a kid around and she starts to see the pattern.
By Rebels he fully on embraced it, he'll pass by a nightbrother village and a line of kids following him will form, he will walk through a river with the Force and make them fall on it and leave. The kids find this the funniest thing ever.
He'll be doing something on the Crimson Dawn and kids will go hide from Dryden (who has the opposite effect of Maul on children) between his legs and he'll use this as an excuse to go away from him and end whatever conversation they were having.
Truly he has no idea why they like him so much and he given up on getting answers by now, but at least he can get something useful from it.
i just need to make it known that jack abbot fucks nasty & kisses nastier. like he’s gripping your throat and slipping his tongue in & being soooooo sloppy while he fucks!!! it’s so passionate, he’s literally giving all of love to you— he wants to give you kisses to remind you that he loves you after he drills into you like he doesn’t <3
pope with a dacryphilia kink 👀👀👀
anon this is sooo yum… it’s like u crawled right into my brain bc i wrote mild dacryphilia in this post and i thoroughly enjoyed it ;P i assume u mean u wanna see pope enjoying reader crying so thats what this is but i’m also sooooo down to write pope crying in the future because #needthat !! lmk what u think mwah 💋💋
Pope Cody with the most sensitive girlfriend who cries at practically anything and he just can’t help but get hard at the sight.
It’s not your fault, really, that you cry so much. Your emotions just weigh heavy on you, and crying is the most efficient way to let them out.
When you first start dating Pope, it doesn’t take him long to pick up on this little quirk of yours. So what if you cried the first time he spent the night at your place and you watched When Harry Met Sally curled up together on the couch? He could justify that. You’re just empathetic, that’s all. Plenty of people cry watching movies.

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Thinking about Pope Cody clearly wanting to be intimate with you but refusing to make a move until you give him express permission to do so (early days maybe, thinking about the scene on Amy's couch...) so he's stuck there, hands bunched up into meaty fists by his still clothed thighs, bulge about to bust out his pants from how hard his dick is, a dark wet spot on his pants right where the tip of his cock sits betraying his excitement....
N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.
"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"
Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.
N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...😋
Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.
And when you finally have enough of rutting like a bunch of horny teens and pull back, eyes glazed n pupils blown wide, whining something about "Andrew just fuck me already-"? oh baby you best believe from the hungry look Pope's giving you that you're about to get folded like origami asap, your poor kitty won't even know what hit it. You gave him permission after all 💕
god's country - b. poindexter
if it was harder then / it will be better now for i am here and changed / i couldn't tell you how there before the / grace of god go i / laughing to myself forgetting what about
credit to @novagif for the beautiful image!
tags: dark and religious themes (aka blasphemy) [dead dove do not eat!], ddba!dex x nun!reader, explicit sexual content, catholic guilt, sadomasochism, power play, corruption k*nk, dex & reader are both virgins duh :3, implied age gap (reader in 20s-early 30s), dry humping, fingering (f receiving), unprotected p-in-v (4 the love of gawd wrap it up), praise and edging (both receiving), perv!switch!dex (well, yes!), creampie, c0ckwarming, use of "sister" as a pet name (twice; not in sexual context), catholic imagery obv, intentional lowercase, low key religious crisis bc dex is that hot (same gf)
summary: nun!reader finds benjamin poindexter at the altar of her church seeking absolution. ✪
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Daeron having a wife who really wants a babe so she is constantly pulling daeron away to do the deed, any chance she can get and he's so tired and worn out from it that he just is falling asleep everywhere but surprisingly isn't having that many visions
Don't even talk to me rn that's his baby 😭
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baelor brings out the princess in me that wants to be pampered and cuddled
maekar brings out the absolute deranged freak that i am (and i know he’d match the freak)
wait kiera softly kissing daeron’s scar after the trial of seven to make him feel better while valarr is bullying dunk…
the thought of getting a dainty “A” tattoo somewhere where only icky!pope would find it as a surprise for him and him being star stuck bc its a physical way of saying ur his babygirl <33
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oh i’m seeing the vision honey !! right on your inner thigh, close enough to your pussy—just where pope likes to bite before he dives in. it’s his favorite spot, loves how soft and plushy you are. ♡
when he tugs down your skirt, leaving you in your lace panties, he leans in but pauses, eyes going dark and wide, breathing picking up. he runs his thumb over the dainty little “A” tattoo, murmuring, “what’s this?”
you try to close your legs, a little nervous now, but he takes both hands to keep you spread open, looking at your eyes now. “just wanted to get a little something for you, andy— show you that i’m yours.”
he grunts out a “fuck” moving closer to give it a little kiss, sucking on it, causing you to arch your back, moaning out, “you like it?”
he doesn’t even respond, just pulls your little panties to the side to eat your pussy, not coming up for air until he’s satisfied. such a good girl for your andy. ♡
Pope has a pregnancy kink, pass it on
He’s soooooooo attracted to you, even more so the more months that pass. He likes being needed, likes hovering around you, a careful hand at your back as you waddle around. He likes dropping to his knees to put your shoes on for you. He likes it when you complain about your breasts being sore and swollen and how you can’t stand the restriction of clothes right now because that just gives him the opportunity to tell you to lose ‘em—you don’t need clothes. He likes to watch you walk around the house completely naked. He watches you like he watches the tv—rapt, attentive, completely locked in.
He doesn’t try to crowd you, doesn’t want to come off like a lecherous tomcat prowling around for a little action (though, that’s how he feels). He sits perfectly still, hard cock blatantly straining against the flimsy fabric of his boxer briefs, and he waits.
His eyes follow you wherever, the scent of your lotion turns his brain fuzzy, and he waits.
He waits patiently for you to need him. To use him. When you’re ready, he’s willing.
When you’re ready, he’s waiting—for orders, for instructions. Tell him what you need, where you need him, how you need him, and he’s there.
Andrew Pope Cody and Artist Reader will absolutely watch nature documentaries together. Reader makes him watch one about penguins and maybe manages to get him to smile just the slightest when she comments that she thinks the fact that penguins mate for life is really sweet and lovely.
She makes him watch one about whales too because she insists whales are amazing animals just because of how crazy it is to think humans can exist on the same planet with such huge creatures.
She gets weepy when an animal is hurt and Pope can’t find it in himself to tell her that it’s natural and some animals must die so others can live. He can’t tell Reader that the brutality is necessary much like the way Smurf would tell him when he was a child upset over a rabbit being killed by a hawk.
Pope wants Reader to keep her soft heart even if he worries someone will harm her due to that softness.
So, he holds her hand when she comments that seeing a lion kill a gazelle makes her feel sad even if she knows the lion had to eat.
He points out the baby elephants sucking on their trunks for comfort and how sea otters hold hands while floating on their backs because he knows she will stop focusing on the dead gazelles and the brutality of nature.
For the first time Pope finds himself watching animal documentaries and not seeing the harshness of nature. He’s not focused on predators killing prey or animals being forced to face the danger of extinction.
He’s seeing the softer parts of nature that Reader points out. It’s just another tiny way Reader makes the world seem a little less cruel.

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Pope cody who gets clingy when hes sick
Pope cody who keeps a finger in your jean loops because he know your not big on holding hands
Pope cody who melts when you call him Andrew the first time, his eyes soften and he hums in response not even hearing what you said
Andrew cody who makes you a pb&j (unless he allergic gulp) just the way you like it, [toasted and too much jelly nd peanut butter cut diagonally] every time you stay up late with him
Andrew cody who, reads alot, annotated a book you constantly talk about just so he could understand the way you do
Andrew cody who calls you every nickname and pet name under the sun but only as you fall asleep because he's still a strong independent man
Andrew cody who runs warm so he holds you at night since you run cold and freeze in your sleep
hiiii :33 please may i request pope cody saying "don't do anything stupid until i get back" tyyyy
“Don’t do anything stupid until I get back,” Pope reminds you, pulling on his black leather jacket.
You scoff, pointing at the various cuts and bruises around the sides of his face. “Probably should heed your own advice, Andy.”
“You worried about me?” The side of his mouth tilts up, failing to fend off the smirk that appears. His hands find themselves at both of your hips, the tips of his fingers dancing on the denim of your jeans. Each tap sends an electric pulse through the fabric and into your skin.
Like a magnet, his body can’t help but slot itself against yours, mouths finding one another with practiced ease. Your tongue traces over his chapped lips, reminding you to slip your lip balm into his jacket pocket. He chuckles when he feels you do it.
“Not you,” you say between your warm, slick kisses and grasp his beaten knuckles. “I’m worried for the other guy.”
“He’ll be fine. They wouldn’t let me kill him.”
You click your tongue at him, eyebrows lifting. “That’s reassuring.”
He nuzzles his face into your shoulder, smile pressed into your skin. “You can come next time and see for yourself.”
“I’m worried I’ll find you a little too tempting in the ring,” you whisper into his ear, combing your fingers through his auburn curls. You’re always surprised how easy it is for you to make such a hardened grown man shiver. But you guess all men of the sort need that kind of weakness, a calling back to the most primal of needs—love.
“I think I always find you a little too tempting.”
“You’ll come find me after your match, right?”
“I’ll come find you after I win.”
You feel Pope take a slow breath, inhaling the dizzying scent of your skin and perfume. It calms him down and reignites his fire all at once. He blazes under your touch.
The words escape you in the softest murmur, “I’ll have the first-aid ready. Break a bone out there, Andy.”