tethered - toxic!pope x ex-girlfriend!reader
word count: 4.3k warnings: dead dove: do not eat, extremely dubious consent, fem!reader, he calls you âbabyâ (bc i said so!), bondage, blindfolding, unprotected sex, fear play, forced orgasms, sex toys, mild knife play (he cuts you out of your clothes), sadism, filming/sex tape, squirting, fingerfucking, humiliation/degradation kink, jealousy, possessive behavior, coercion, getting back together with your toxic ex (that's the fic!) summary: your ex keeps coming over, even though you told him you can't see him anymore. but he begs you to let him in and each time, you cave. because you love andrew. even when you know he's bad for youâŚÂ
a/n: me? on a toxic relationship roll? oops!Â
why do I only like bad menâŚthere has to be something wrong w me (there is).Â
hope it's a sick read âĄ
You sigh when you look through your peephole, sliding the cover shut. You lean your forehead against the door, contemplating what to do.Â
It's raining outside, the sound of it hitting your glass window making it hard for you to think. But you have to be strong.Â
You can't do this againâŚ
âAndrew.â You say to him through the door. âYou shouldn't be here.â
âI know.â He tells you. âBut I have nowhere else to go...âÂ
That's how he always gets you. Because Pope knows the moment you open the door, you will let him inside.Â
You have yet to turn him away.
And he doubts you will this time.Â
You saw how soaking wet he was from the rain.Â
He walked all the way to your house, like he always does.Â
You don't see his car in the driveway. That's because if it was, you'd tell him to drive home.Â
But he knows you're too kind to make him walk home in this weather.Â
You've always been too kind. It's the only reason you allowed yourself to get wrapped up with a man like Pope.
You open the door, staring at the way he's drenched from head to toe with rainwater. You peer outside, hoping your neighbors are all asleep so they won't see this.Â
âI-I don't want you bringing in all that water.â Your voice is shaky from the nerves. âCan you take off your clothes? I-I'll bring you a towel.âÂ
âOkay.â He goes to take off his shirt but you stop him.
âWait until I-I'm back.â You quickly run to your bathroom and grab a handful of towels, bringing them to the door. âHere.â
Pope loves how shy you are, your eyes trying their best not to look at him as he strips his clothes off. You've seen him naked before but you act like it's the first time every time. He finds it adorable.Â
He dries his upper body first before pulling off his pants and wrapping the towel around his waist, covering himself up.Â
âDo you have anything for me to wear?â Pope knows you do, but he likes asking because you get all flustered.Â
âY-Yeah.â You still have a few of his shirts, the ones he told you that you could keep since you liked wearing them to sleep.Â
You don't have any pants for him thoughâŚ
He wrings out his clothes on your porch before stepping inside with them. He goes straight to your bathroom, where the washer dryer is, and tosses his clothes into the machine.Â
You meet him there with a shirt, which he puts on, but only after he's sure you've gotten a good look at the cuts on his chest.Â
âWhat happened?â You're foolish for asking. It's like opening the flood gates.Â
âGot into a knife fight at Deran's bar. Came right here after.â He lifts the shirt up to show you the few slashes that are healing up. Thankfully they aren't deep.Â
âAndrew, you can't keepâŚâ You try to put up a boundary but the words don't come out.Â
âYou can drive me home when my clothes are dry.â He knows that isn't what is going to happen, though. He's sure you know exactly how this night will go.Â
How it always goes.Â
âThis is the last time.â You say, even though you don't believe yourself.Â
You watch Pope lick his bottom lip when his eyes trail down the length of your body as he says, âwe can do what we did last time.âÂ
You shake your head. âWe can't, Andrew. Not this timeââ
Your words get caught in your throat when he steps closer to you, his body only an inch away from yours. Heat radiates off of him. You try not to let his proximity sway you. Like it always doesâŚÂ
âYou should go take a shower.â You turn your head away from him, not meeting the desire in his gaze. âYou'll get a cold if you don't.âÂ
âI will if you look at me.âÂ
You know what he's doing. You know his game.Â
But you turn your head back, your eyes drifting up to his, to the lust in them.Â
Pope steps forward. You step back. The two of you maintain this rhythm until your back is pressed up against the wall.Â
âDon't.â You plead, quiet, scared.Â
Your body shakes when you feel his hand cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip.Â
âIt'll feel good.â He says as he leans forward, his lips nearly touching yours. âJust let me make you feel good. Then I'll leave.â
âAndrew, we broke up.â You remind him since it feels like he forgot. âMonths ago.âÂ
âDo you need to be my girlfriend for me to go down on you?â Pope asks, his words causing your stomach to do flips. âI like making you cum. Just let me.âÂ
âYou didn't come here just for that.â You shake your head at him, trying to stay strong, trying not to let him influence you, even though you can feel how wet you are between your legs already.Â
âYou're right.â Pope whispers against your lips, his warm breath teasing you with every word, âI came here to fuck you.âÂ
âNo.â You put your hands on his chest, pushing him away. âNot tonight. NotâŚever again. It's over, Andrew. I-I can't do this anymore.âÂ
âIt's just sex.â He says for your sake.Â
For him, it's much more than that but he doesn't care if he's just a body for you. At least that means he's something to you.Â
He'll take that. He'll take any role in your life you're willing to give him, as long as he gets to stay in your life.Â
But you keep pushing him away. âIt isn't and you know that. Please, go take a shower and then I'll drive you home.âÂ
âYou care that I might get sick but you want to pretend that you don't care about me anymore?âÂ
You bite back a sigh. âIt doesn't matter how I feel. We broke up. It's over.âÂ
You never stopped caring about him butâŚPope was overbearing with his love. He loves you too much. More than you can handle.Â
You couldn't breathe at all. He was constantly trying to monopolize you, to keep you from spending time with anyone except for him. You needed space.Â
But he doesn't want to give it to you.Â
He'd rather die than be apart.Â
Pope can't stand that you won't let him love you.Â
âYou love me.â He states because he knows it to be fact.Â
âI do, Andrew.â You won't hide it. âBut we're bad for each other. It's never going to work out between us. I'm sorry but you have to stop doing this. You're only hurting yourself more.âÂ
Pope opens his mouth to rebuttal but then you hear your phone vibrating in the living room. You slip out of his grasp and go over to grab it, picking it up.Â
He can hear that it's a man on the other line but he can't hear what the guy is saying.
Only your replies and your soft chuckles. There are no nerves in your voice when you talk to whoever this guy is. âSorry, I haven't been looking at my phone. Yeah, eight works for me. I can drive myself. Stop, you're too sweet. I'm good, I promise. Okay, fine, you can. I'll text you my address. See you tomorrow.âÂ
You hang up and Pope sees the way you're smiling at your phone as you text that guy your address.Â
Why are you giving some fucking guy your address?Â
You flinch when Pope snatches your phone out of your hand, sifting through your text messages with this guy. âHey! Andrew, give me my phone back!â
âWho the fuck is this guy?â He can see that you only started talking to him a few days ago.
âMy new coworker.â You don't need to explain yourself but you do anyway, knowing how Pope can get. âEveryone at the office is getting drinks tomorrow night and he offered to be designated driver.â
âIs that why you don't want to fuck me?â He's starting to scare you, like he always does when he gets jealous. âAre you planning to fuck him?â
You're speechless because why does he think he can ask you things like this anymore?Â
âAnswer me.â He demands, raising his voice, making you feel small.Â
âAndrew, you're scaring me.â You decide to just say outright, hoping that it'll knock some sense into him.Â
But it doesn't. He doesn't care if he scares you.Â
He is scary.Â
And you knew that from the beginning and still fell in love with him.Â
So Pope doesn't understand why you're acting like this isn't one of your favorite feelings to feel. You've always gotten off better when you were afraid of him. Especially these last few months that the two of you have been broken up.Â
You've never cum that hard before when you and Pope were dating.Â
You'd never admit it but you love him when he's like this.Â
Pope just needs to remind you how good he can make you feel.Â
âAm I scaring you?â His voice lowers, rumbling, causing goosebumps to form on your skin. âOr am I turning you on?âÂ
He steps closer to you and you trip backwards, dropping down on your ass onto your couch. He smiles down at you, at the fear in your eyes.Â
âShould I tie you up like last time?â Pope likes how you shiver at his question. âDo you remember how much you liked being tied up?â
âI-I didn't.â You lie because you don't want to admit it.Â
âYou've always been such a bad liar, baby.â Pope steps away from you, going to your storage closet.Â
You can't let him do this. You can'tâbut your body won't move. You're frozen in place, watching Pope as he rummages through to find the rope he bought a while back. It's a beautifully soft black rope.Â
The sight of it shoots so many conflicting feelings inside of you. Your body remembers what happened the last time. Your mind fears it. You don't know how to feelâŚ
âPlease don't do this.â You beg him, blinking back tears. âPlease, Andrew.â
âThen either you get back together with me and we make love or I tie you up and make you cum until your body doesn't react to anyone else but me.â He pulls the rope taut with his fists, the threat apparent.Â
âThat's not fair.â Your lip quivers when he takes a step towards you.Â
âLife's not fair, baby.â He hovers above you. âNow make your choice.âÂ
âWe are not getting back together, Andrew.â You can't deal with this kind of possessiveness forever.Â
But it seems like you don't get a choice. âFine by me.âÂ
Pope grabs your wrists and you barely put up a fight. You never do. You don't like to fight. He easily wraps the rope around your wrists then your forearms, tying a secure knot in the center.Â
You look up at him, pleading once more. âYou don't have to do this. Just forget about me. You'll find someone elseââ
âI want you.â He yanks you up to your feet by the rope. âAnd you want me. I know you do. I know your body does, at least.â
Pope drags you to your bed, shoving you onto it. He quickly climbs over you to tie the remaining rope around your bedframe, keeping your arms held above your head.Â
âShould I tie your legs up this time?â He hadn't the last time. He liked watching you squirm but maybe this time, he wants to see you wriggle in place.Â
âNo, please don't.â Your words don't get through to him at all.Â
You can't stop him from grabbing more rope and tying your ankles to your bed posts, spreading your legs wide open in the process. You don't move because it's useless to do so.Â
You're completely stuck now.Â
âYou know what.â Pope looks at his leftover rope. âLet's tie up more of your body.â
He wraps the rope around your neck, your chest, your stomach then down to your thighs, pulling it just tight enough that you feel it through the fabric of your sleepwear.Â
He debated for a moment if he should cut you out of your clothing first. But seeing you like this, with all that lovely friction rubbing against your skin with every slight movement, he decides this is the better choice for now.Â
âDo you remember what happens next?â He asks you but this time, you don't answer.Â
Because the answer is torture. That's what's coming next.Â
Pope opens your bedside drawer, pulling out the toys he bought you to play with together. He knows how much you enjoyed it when the two of you would. You enjoy it even more now that he's been tying you up then using them.Â
âThe fun thing about ropesâŚâ He grabs the wand toy, pressing the large silicone head against where your clit is beneath your pants. âThey help keep things like this in place.âÂ
Pope flicks it on the moment he tucks the handle into the ropes digging into your thigh, holding the toy in the perfect position as vibrations roll through it. You pinch your eyes shut, the sudden rush of stimulation unbearable.Â
You can't escape it either. It gets worse the more you try to move. You feel it more prominently when you attempt to adjust yourself, to move away from the sensation but it presses down harder on your clit, flooding your senses with that steady vibration.Â
âAndrew, please turn it off!â You cry out, not wanting to cum from this but the tension is coiling so much in your core.Â
âTell me you want to be my girlfriend again.â He won't stop until you do.Â
âI can't.â You shake your head, thrashing from how much you want to cum but can't allow yourself to.Â
âThen I guess you're stuck, baby.â Pope gets up from the bed and leaves for a moment before coming back with a switchblade. âI'll get you a new set of pajamas later.â
âNo, don'tââ You have to hold yourself perfectly still as Pope cuts a line straight down the center of your body, from your neck to right between your legs, tearing the fabric beneath the blade. Then, he takes his hands and rips the fabric apart, exposing the middle of your body to the cold air.Â
The wand is pressing down right on your clit now and you explode, unable to contain yourself with the direct stimulation. It only gets worse after the first orgasm. Your body has had a taste for the pleasure already, which makes it more susceptible to it.Â
Pope grabs your phone and unlocks it, opening your camera app so he can take a video of you cumming again. âYour pussy is begging to be filled, baby. Want to see the way it's clenching around nothing?âÂ
He sits next to you, putting your phone in your face, playing the video, making you watch yourself cum. The humiliation of how that alone makes you cum again kills you inside. But it makes Pope very happy.Â
He loves how depraved you are. How much you like being tortured. His little masochist. He wishes you wouldn't pretend like you don't love his sadistic side.Â
You love how toxic and fucked up he is. Even though you shouldn't.Â
You've tried to convince yourself over these last few months that you deserve a normal relationship. One where the two of you can have sweet vanilla sex and cuddle after and talk about mundane things, instead of the rough fucking and thrilling heist conversations you have with Pope.Â
You knew you should've never got involved with him. Why did you let yourself fall into the trap that is Pope?Â
Because you've never felt this good in your life. Or this loved. He loves you so much.Â
You'll never experience a love like this ever again.Â
He wouldn't let you experience it with anyone else but him.Â
He has you in his grasp. He knows this.Â
But you're still denying it. âPlease turn it off, Andrew. I don't want to cum anymoreâŚâ
âThen don't cum.â He says with a shrug, pulling off the towel he had around his waist. He settles it underneath you and smiles when he catches your eyes on his cock.Â
Pope keeps your eyes on him, pulling off his shirt, letting you stare at the body that is the object of all your late night fantasies. Then, he wraps the shirt around your eyes, blinding youâŚ
âI'm going to take a shower now, like you asked me to.â He whispers in your ear. âTry not to cum too much without me.âÂ
That proves to be impossible. Because you've lost track of time. You can't see a thing. You can't move. You can only feel the vibrations bullying your clit over and over again. They feel so much stronger because your entire body is focused on the feeling.Â
âAndrew, please come back.â You cry out, the overstimulation causing so much wetness to pool between your legs, soaking the towel he left behind.Â
Little do you know, Pope has been back for a while now, just staring at you. He loves staring at you. You have no idea he's there, freshly showered, stroking his cock to the sight of your body trembling all over.Â
He's sure the rope has dug beautiful marks into your skin by now. He can't wait to see them. But he is patient.Â
He knows you'll break soon.Â
You always do.Â
But this time, he's going to need a guarantee that you'll be his again. So he's not going to say a word until you cave.
All he needs to do now is to make you cave. And that's easy.Â
You feel the mattress sink beneath you. âAndrew? Is that you? Are youââ
You let out a gasp when you feel two of his fingers thrust inside of you, curling against that spot right below your clit, pressing up against the vibrations.Â
âStop, stop, don'tââ Your toes curl and your back arches when your orgasm floods your senses, wet sounds filling the air. His fingers fuck you through the orgasm, making it more unbearable, the pleasure engulfing you.Â
Pope doesn't stop. He never listens to you when you beg him to. Because he knows you like being forced to cum. You've always been so shy about how much you like having sex. He always has to coax you into it, so you'll finally let go and enjoy yourself.Â
You fall faster than you should this time. âPlease, just fuck me already. I can't handle this torture anymore.â
His fingers slow. He turns off the vibrator, moving it off your clit. You expect to feel him climb on top of you but he just pulls his fingers out. Then, the weight on the mattress lifts.Â
Pope's not on the bed anymore. You tug at your restraints, confused.Â
âAndrew?â You don't know where he went. âCome back. Please come back.â
He loves the look of panic you have. He doesn't need to see your eyes to know you're anxious and confused.Â
You feel the ropes binding your ankles loosen and you're able to move your legs again. But you still don't feel him anywhere nearby.Â
Where did he go?Â
Why is he stalling?Â
What is he waiting forâŚ
You know exactly what he wants. His end game. He's going to keep you tied up like this until you say it.Â
âUntie me and I'll be your girlfriend again.â You say, finally giving in.Â
Pope smiles at you, so very happy now. It only took you a few months to realize you were never going to be able to leave him.Â
So you might as well enjoy being his forever.Â
The ropes drag off your body and you can rest your arms again. They're sore from having to hold them up for so long. You go to pull off his shirt from your eyes.Â
When you do, you see Pope at the edge of the bed, completely naked, waiting for you to strip. He doesn't have to tell you to do it. He knows you'll listen.Â
You pull off your clothes until you're completely undressed, laying there waiting for him. He climbs on top of you in an instant before his lips land right on yours, kissing you so softly. Like you're truly his everything.Â
And you stop fighting it.Â
You lace your hands in his hair, pulling him in closer to you, kissing him back, moaning when you feel his cock rub up against your sensitive clit.Â
âPlease fuck me, Andrew.â You don't want to wait any longer.Â
âFlip over, baby.â He watches as you do exactly that. âGood girl. My lovely girlfriend.âÂ
You bite down on your pillow when you feel the tip of his cock push past your entrance. He always fills you up just right, sinking in so deep that your eyes roll back in your head when he hilts.Â
âI'll go nice and slow.â He says as he rolls his hips, grinding up against that spot by your womb, purposefully torturing you. Because he knows you don't want it slow.
You want him to be rougher. You want him pounding into you until you see stars in your vision and can't walk for days.Â
That's why you tell him, âI want my boyfriend to fuck me harder.âÂ
You muffle the sound you make when you feel his cock throb inside of you at your words. Pope has missed being your boyfriend.Â
âMy girlfriend is greedy for a good fucking, isn't she?â He starts to pick up the pace, his cock ramming into you exactly the way you want him to. âLet me hear you scream your boyfriend's name, baby.âÂ
His name leaves your lips over and over again as he drives his cock into you until you're barely able to speak anymore. When he's sure you're about to lose it, Pope grabs the wand, turning it back on and pressing it right up against your clit while he fucks you harder.
âAndrew!â You shout, your orgasm hitting you so hard all of a sudden, âwait, you can'tââ
You're clawing at the sheets under you, your body convulsing from the vibrations. Tears stream down your face from the intensity, which only ramps up with how fast he's fucking you.Â
You burst completely when he cums inside of you, his release triggering your own. You're squirting all over his cock and it doesn't end, not even when he pulls out of you because he keeps the wand pressed up against your abused clit, forcing you to cum until all of his cum has dripped out of you. It's only then does he release you from the torment.
You collapse onto your bed, your thighs covered in his cum and your own. Every breath you let out is heavy, your chest rising and falling so rapidly, you feel dizzy.Â
Pope lays you onto your back, leaning down to kiss you before saying, âclose your eyes, baby. Relax for a bit. Then we'll go again.âÂ
You're barely able to catch your breath by the time he's hooking your legs over his shoulders and going down on you like he said he wanted to earlier. Your hands find his hair like it's second nature and he groans when you tug on his soft curls.Â
âI love it when your pussy is begging to be touched.â He dips three of his fingers inside of you, spreading them wide, his eyes fixated on how swollen your clit is. âReady for more yet?âÂ
You nod, letting yourself drown in the feeling of his lips gently sucking in your clit while his fingers curl inside of you. He knows your body a little too well, coaxing an orgasm out of you so quickly.Â
In your daze, he asks, âcan I tie you back up?âÂ
His eyes trail all over your skin, mapping out where he wants the rope to go. You swallow, your nerves settling back in.Â
You're going to be helpless again if you agree.Â
âNot my arms.â You compromise because you're still sore from holding them up earlier.Â
âAlright.â He nods, kissing your thigh gently. âJust your legs then. I'll keep them wide open for me.âÂ
Pope has you bend your knees, then he wraps the rope around each of your legs, securing them tightly. You couldn't close your legs even if you tried.Â
It's embarrassing being so spread but he stares at you with so much desire in his eyes that you shake away the humiliation.Â
He goes back to ravaging you with his tongue but this time, he is focused on holding you right at the edge. He likes how your body desperately wants more friction but your legs can't move, can't press together to give you that satisfaction.Â
Only he can and he revels in that.Â
âBeg for it, baby.â He wants to hear it from your lips.Â
âPlease make me cum.â You plead, your lovely voice like music to his ears.Â
He dips his fingers back into you, fucking you with them until you're panting and screaming from your release. He basks in that beautiful glazed over look in your eyes, the pleasure completely ruining you.Â
Pope is already hard again so he climbs back on top of you, grinding his cock up and down your pussy, coating himself with your slick before he slips right back inside of you. He holds your thighs apart, pinning them down to the bed as he fucks you into the mattress. You pull him down to kiss you and he smiles against your lips, glad to see you so eager again.Â
âI love you.â He says the moment he cums inside of you again.Â
âI love you too.â You say back, even though you know this is not the right decision to be making.
Because once again, you've found yourself wrapped right back into PopeâŚÂ
And maybe you'll learn to be okay with that.
Since there's no escaping his love.Â
a/n: lowkey i had no clue how to end this so I figured getting back together with toxic pope seemed like the smartest decision, whoops!
I mostly wrote this bc I've been itching to write some bondage so hope you enjoyed the read âĄ













