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Being back home felt good, you didn’t have to worry about not knowing anyone, about when you were next gonna eat. Everyone loved you, so when your daddy told the town you were coming home, it was like you’d never left. Three years gone, four months back, and nothing felt different. You were just a woman now.

“Now I’m not kickin’ you out, okay? But you’re gonna have to get a job here soon.” He says, laying a newspaper on your bed. And it’s not like you haven’t been looking, but no one wanted your help. Not the grocery store, not the children’s center.

You’d spent your days helping around the house, the land and with the older neighbors, keeping them company like you used to always do. You were circling ads at breakfast, a small one catching your eye. “6/XX ACTIVE. Looking for a hand around my land. Has to be good with animals and know your way around a crop field. Pay weekly. Call at—” you look for the name, Andrew Cody.

“Daddy do you know of a ‘Andrew Cody’?” You say, shoveling eggs into your mouth as you hold the paper. He looks up at you with a confused look. “..Pope? Yeah uh…yeah he’s been down here a while, good friend of mine. You’ve seen him at the market a few times. Why?”

“He has an ad in the paper for a farmhand. Should I do it? Seems easy enough. Doesn’t sound like somethin’ I’m not used to.” You shrug, not noticing the look you were getting shot as you finish breakfast.

Andrew wasn’t a…bad role model per se, he was just an odd fella. Quiet, always wary of anyone he met, shacked up in that house all alone. Honestly, to anybody that didn’t already make good friends with him he seemed kinda mean. He never talked about where he came from, all anyone knew was that he came up one day and popped out the prettiest flowers you’d ever seen, and the reddest tomatoes.

“Yeah sweetheart, go for it. I’m sure you’d do good and keep him great company.” He says, and you smile, hopping up to the telephone around the corner and dialing the number, holding the phone up to your ear.

It rings a few seconds before it picks up, and you’re nervous immediately. “Go for Andrew Cody.” A gruff voice answers with a sigh. “Hel-Hello Mr. Cody,” you clear your throat before saying your name to him, “I saw your ad for a farm hand, I wanted to take you up on the position. I’m free all the time, and I’ve got some experience behind my belt.” You say, and he recognizes your last name.

“[last name] you said? This is his daughter? how are you,” “Oh i’m doing alright, having breakfast. How are you sir?” You say politely. “I’m doin’ alright miss, feedin’ the litter. What time can you come over? I’ve got a lot of stuff to get started on.”

“Oh-I can head on over after I freshen up and finish breakfast!” You smile. “Okay, well go ahead and finish your breakfast and I’ll see you soon.” He finishes off with telling you the address, and you politely thank him.

“So?” Your dad asks as you clean off your plate. “He said come over when I can, I guess he’ll show me around and stuff. The pay is weekly, and I’m sure he’ll tell me how much when I get there.” You smile.

Pope sat back in his recliner with a sigh, rubbing his head. He was happy someone finally picked up on his ad. He didn’t think of himself as friendly, but he wanted..the community. He just didn’t know how to get there.

He volunteered as much as he could, went to church, spoke to anyone who spoke to him. But it still just seemed like no one wanted him around, at least as much as he could pick up on, he knew he was self kept. And for the most part it was fine, it wasn’t something he was foreign to, people noticing he was offputting. But he wanted this fresh start.

Pope moved on from the life his mom gave him years ago, almost a decade now. He left with nothing but cash, a few outfits and distant land waiting for him, a small farmhouse on the outskirts of town, away from any smog being produced that would fuck up his crops.

He made luck with good people, working for his own seed, cattle and other animals which over time allowed him to sell independently. His name grew, as mysterious as he was.

“That man down the road sold em to me. Sweet as hell he is, right?”

“His prices are reasonable too, not like xyz. Think he goes by Andrew?”

Nobody really cared how he just planted his feet into the ground and became a shoulder to the poeple, they just knew they weren’t letting go. It wasn’t much, and sure he wanted more people in his life now that he was healing, but it kept him alive.

“Go down to Andrew and ask him if I could get some sugar, and an egg or two. He knows I’m good for it.”

“Go over there n’ tell Andrew that the milks ready for him when he needs it.”

“Ask Mr. Cody if I can ride along to church with him.”

He never told nobody no, not for the right price at least. He didn’t care about money, as long as he got by he never worried.

He was quiet, didn’t go out unless it was to the bar for a quick drink, into town for the market or to church, and you’d be drunk off your tail if you ever thought you saw him with a women. Just him and his livestock.

Don’t get it wrong, though. He was aged, but Pope was far from ugly. No, he had a beautiful head of auburn curls that shined red and a bit silver in the light when he didn’t have a cap on, a chiseled face and the body of a heavyweight champ, the kind you see on television.

Older ladies he grew to knew always had a daughter or niece waiting on his hand but he always, always said he was too busy with work, and that he already had a girl in his life. His pup, Lucky. A beautiful golden girl.

His face was sunkissed and led with freckles that trailed everywhere for miles, and he put up well. You’d never see Pope around the town looking like he came from hell. He was tidy, white shirt tight against his body, tucked under his belt and jeans that outlines his tight ass and strong legs.

The small town was ran by majority older people, so he wasn’t surprised when very few even glanced at his ad. The people that did were growing teens lookin’ for quick summer jobs, or someone thinkin’ they could slack off on his property. Not on his watch.

He sat on the porch when you came, parking your little car next to his truck, shushing his dog that barked at the new arrival. You waved as you walked up, your little frilly top rustling in the wind a little. He knew who you were, your dad talked about you often before you got back, and even after.

He listened when your dad vented about you moving upstate, and was there for your family when times got tough in the winter. Though he never got a good look at you up until now, he always heard good things.

Bright young lady, wanting something more for yourself. You knew just about everyone in town, never fussed or fought, always lended a hand. He saw you in church a few times since you got back, never up close since you sat in the front. But seeing you now, you were beautiful.

Pretty thing, with chubby apple red cheeks he could take a bite of. Your dark skin glistened under the sun, your pearly smile bright as you come up the porch, eyes squinted. “Goodmorning to you sir,” you say as he stands, calming his dog down.

“Goodmorning missy, you have a good breakfast?” He shakes your hand, it’s firm. “Yes sir, I’m ready for the day. What’re we gettin’ up to?” You say, and he cracks a smile at your enthusiasm. “Well let me show you ‘round first, then imma introduce you to everything I call mine. Then we might get started, that sound good? Alright, let’s get to it.” He cocks his head for you to follow him, watching you eye his girl.

“She’s friendly, you’re just a new face so don’t worry. Lucky.” He tells you her name as she clops beside you, enjoying the head scratches you give her. “Now, imma warn you first. If you’re looking for a quick job for the summer, or you think you can get off scratch free by standin’ around here you’re sadly mistaken. My ship is tight, and my work is honest, okay? So when I give you tasks, you need to be on it.”

“Yes sir,” you nod earnestly. “Okay, great. What you got under your belt girlfriend, I know your old man so I know you know somethin.” “Mhm! I know how to tend to gardens and chickens, but it’s..been a while. So I’m rusty but I could get it again in no time.” You say and he nods.

“What about a tractor, you think you can get on onea’ those? And do you know how to shuck?” “Uhm…never got on a tractor before but I can drive..? And yeah that’s light work.” You say, watching nod and look around, deciding with himself if he wanted to teach you or not.

“Alright, well I got pigs, cows, chickens, and a horse that’ll come by every so often,” he jokes. “So I need to know that you’re not gonna be shy with them. They’re my girls and guys but they’re not easy company. Can you handle that?” He says, and you nod enthusiastically.

“I’ve never wrestled with pigs, but I’ve handled a cow once or twice, and get along with chicks well. Daddy has em’.” You chirp, and he smiled internally at your bubbliness. “Good, good,” he examines your small frame, eyes poking at your bicep, weary of how you’re gonna be handling any heavy loads.

“Stay here, imma get you somethin.” He walks off the lawn and around back, and at first you think he’s getting you a shirt for your exposed arms, but he comes back hailing a big tin pale, huffing as he sits it in front of you. It was almost filled to the brim with brown slop, and smelled of something almost rotten.

“This is for my pigs, their breakfast is near. Go carry this to their bin.” He points, and you realize he’s pointing to the back of his house. You examine it, trying to eye if it was gonna be a hassle or not as you tuck your braids behind your ears.

You grab the pail by its handles and lift into the air with a small groan, waddling round his lawn as quick as you could. “Don’t be scared to spill it either, or hold it to your chest. It doesn’t smell like flowers but it won’t kill ya’.” He follows close behind you, watching as you reach the fence of his pigs.

You sit it on top and pour it over, bending slightly to make sure it all goes in their slop bucket. Your little top goes up slightly with the wind, exposing the small of your back and your tiny shorts. He tried not to look too hard.

Once you’re done you look back at him, catching your breath. “Good?” You ask, and he nods, taking it from you and throwing it somewhere out his eyesight. “These guys you’ll feed once, only in the morning when you get here. I’ll feed them again but you’ll be gone before I do. You feed them first, then my chicks. You don’t feed my cows, I handle them. Don’t touch my girls,” he jokes, throwing a playful nudge your way.

“You can handle that? It won’t be like that everyday.” He shakes his head, and you nod. “Yeah, sounds like no trouble really.” You say, and he almost wants to laugh.

“Good, cmon. Crops are on the side.” He says, letting his arms fall on the side. You find yourself staring as he took lead, his wide frame that tore out of his dirty shirt, bulging muscles with veins so big it would only take a dull knife to get into em. You didn’t know why you didn’t notice it sooner, he was hot.

“I have cucumbers, lettuce, tomatoes, squash, zucchini, cabbage, and onions in the ground. I have em all marked so you shouldn’t have a problem. In my trees, I just recently started sprouting oranges, peaches.” He pointed around before facing you.

“Over there,” he pointed to a small space away from all his crops, a little patch that was tented by a clear tarp, seeing some bushes being occupied with a few sticks. “You don’t touch that. That’s something else, and you will never have to touch that ever in the whole time you’ll be here. Understood?” He says, and you nod earnestly, your eyes big and attentive on his.

“Do you know what it is, just by maybe looking at it? Or can you guess?” He asks you, a little smile creeping on his face. From where you are you squint, playing with your hands as you think as to what it could’ve been. There was no color besides green that you could see, and even then you still had no clue.

You shake your head, “A type of flower?” You guess, and his brows raise in shock that you almost had an idea. “Yeah,” he nodded. “Yeah. A flower.” He starts to chuckle lightly, shaking his head at you as he walks off, and you follow.

“Your routine will never be something straightforward, I could have you tending to the animals one day only or I could have you doin’ it all while I kick back and watch.” He takes you back to his porch.

“But, that doesn’t mean you won’t be working. You will most likely always have something to do. You’ll be here only a few hours, from 9, maybe 10 am to nightfall. You don’t have to be here every day, though work is gonna be tough whenever you get back, but any days you won’t, just let me know. We’ll trade off on work, you’ll never be doing just something while I do another. Any questions so far?” He pays for you to sit next to him on his bench.

“Will there any days I absolutely have to be here? I don’t like..do much anyway, but if there is I’d wanna be there.” “Yeah uh, I need you Sundays, every Sunday. Sundays market day, so me and you will go on down for a few hours and sell whatever we can. I got church and I know you do too, so I’ll let you go home with your folks to change becuase—god help us—it’ll be hot, and then I’ll come by to get you. It’s imperative that you’re there with me, becuase it does get hectic. And, that’s also your pay day. Every week, every Sunday, in cash.”

Every Sunday, in cash, got it. “Okay, okay that sounds easy enough. Does this mean I’m hired?” You ask,, and he finally lets out a laugh, his eyes closing slightly. “Yes sweetheart, you’re hired. And I want you here startin’ nine sharp.” He flinched slightly when you squeal, stomping your feet happily.

He smiled and pushed his head back when you hop onto him for a hug, holding you carefully respectfully in his grasp, your knee crossing over his thigh slightly in the act. You pull off, arms still around his shoulders, seated where his knee met his thick thigh, your foot that wasn’t propped up on him holding yourself against the floorboard.

“Thank you so much Mr. Cody, I’ll be good I promise, and I’ll do you even better! I’ve been lookin’ for a job for so long, and I really appreciate it, I do. No one would hire me at all, not even the daycares. But I think I’ll like working with you, I always liked working on..” You ramble on, not noticing Popes uncomfortable expression growing, even though he tried his best to hide it.

His hand just barely rests on your back, still lingering from the hug. He let you talk, shifting in his seat so he’d be more comfortable, ignoring the growing heat within him as he watched you ramble contently. Yes, it was inappropriate. Yes, he knew just about anyone could ride by and see it. Yes, he let you keep going.

“And daddy always told me that being around animals anyway was therapeutic. Which is why I moved to the city…” he tilts his head, skimming down your frame quickly before landing back on your face, he could tell you had been wantin’ to talk the whole time, and it was odd for him too, he was never one for leading conversation. He liked listening, though. So it wasn’t much trouble, even if you were practically on top of him.

“So you like the animals? Imma start you with them first then. And then I’ll get you on that tractor.” He finds a second to interject. He noticed your hesitation, “It’s not hard, and it’s not scary, promise. It’ll be like ridin’ a big ass bike.” He shrugged, and you giggle at his language.

“Do you need me today?” You ask, and he shrugs. “Not really, I mean, today I have laundry to run down and some deliveries. Boring stuff, I’ll just get you started tomorrow.” He starts to bounce his leg, and it hits you. Where you were, what you were doing.

You feel heat rush over you, his hard thigh nudging against your cunt, immediately feeling the rush of heat pool in your panties, and had you not been in the right mind you would’ve almost grinded against it. You look away from his eyes and unfist his shirt from his hands, something you didn’t even notice you were doing as you get up, trying to act casual as you pull your purse back on your body.

“Okay!” Is all you say to him, and his expression twists, he could tell you were flustered, but by what? “O-okay Mr. Cody, I’m gonna get on home then, hang out and stuff. Thank you for having me and everything.” You gulp and stare everywhere but at him as you stumble off his porch, not giving him a second glance as he gives you a confused farewell, watching you pull out and skirt off.

He wondered if it was something he did, did he touch you the wrong way when you were on him? He tried to be good, not let his hands wander. Tried not to look too into your body, admiring how you filled out the dip of your blouse you wore. He noticed how you bunched up his shirt for a split second, your lashes flickering as you went quiet. You had seem just fine, it was like something flushed over you.

He found himself staring into space again like he used to, but this time, he was looking at the thigh of his jeans, which coincidentally was right where you were rested on him. The spot was…warm. Warm with a different heat that radiated from the heat the sun provided. The same sort of heat that came from his growing bulge.

Gross, he thought, cringing at himself. For fucks sake, she’s 20 years younger than you. Keep it tucked. He sighs as he stands, wanting to go adjust himself, but he finds he has no time as a different car pulls into his driveway, a patron of the town. Business comes first, then pleasure.

You went home in a frenzy, your mind racing. No, he hadn’t meant to do that, no way. You thought, gripping the steering wheel. He’s old, he was probably tired. I was all over him too, I probably got too heavy. I didn’t even realize it until… the feeling rushed over you again, your heartbeat fluttering, legs feeling like they were sticking together.

You take a deep breath, you were driving for Pete’s sake. His hands were on me, on my back. He didn’t seem to mind it I guess..he even looked into—You shake your head, no, no. Not happening. Not with your boss. Your day goes by foggy, you couldn’t help yourself.

Your head was filled with Mr. Cody, it was…weird. It felt like when you were in high school and you’d gained a crush on one of your male teachers for simply being nice to you. As you lay your head to rest, there it goes again. That feeling of butterflies in your stomach, the wetness pooling to your panties.

You reminisced on his gaze he had on you, the one you thought you saw peek down your shirt. You found yourself creeping into your panties, eyes flickering to the door, scared someone was gonna wanna check up on you even in the dead of night.

Your head brings you back to his arms, the small shirt hugging against his big biceps and riding up just enough for you to see his exposed v-line. You moan behind your bit lip, circling your clit faster as your legs fall on the side of you.

“Yes, sweetheart,” “I’m doin’ alright miss,” you hear his gruff voice in your head, sweat beading down your forehead as your other hand lodges a finger into yourself, as awkward as the position is you work on yourself with a quickness, almost imagining it was Mr. Cody’s rough, dirty hand in you. His working man hands on you.

You wondered if he could ever think of you how you were thinking of him. If he could get all hot in bothered in the night like this, maybe palming himself at the thought of getting you under him? Hearing you squeal for him like you were in the moment, maybe cumming with your name under his breath.

And with that your climax runs at you fast, trying to conceal your gasps of air and tiny moans as you bring yourself to your high. Juices stain the sheets as you dirty up your fingers until you can’t move no more, catching up to your breath and letting your scent fill the room as sleep overtakes you.

You’re up and at ‘em early for your first day, greeting the day with a nice shower and a quick breakfast before you get ready, conversing with daddy about what you might get into today, as well as what your new schedule looks like.

He’s happy for you, telling you how now that you’re getting paid your own you can buy your own clothes, which you laugh off. You put on small shorts and an even smaller shirt for the day, seeing the sun beam down on the green already.

You rub lotion on your newly shaved legs (fresh shave=just in case, in girl terms) before going in with some sunscreen and pulling your hair back cutely, dabbing on some blush and gloss before heading out with a water.

You talk yourself into being normal on the way there, not gonna be weird again, you reflect on how you scurried out of his place just yesterday. And no staring, no holding onto him, no licking your lips, don’t even think about anything but work actually. Actually just don’t even look at him, at all. Don’t make eye contact either.

You park next to his truck, searching the green for him from the front, though he’s no where to be seen. Not an issue. Sitting your purse on the porch, you give Lucky a little kiss and scratch before heading to your first duty, feeding time.

You were a little early, by the time you got there it was only just hitting ten till nine, but early is on time, something you were always told. You were thankful seeing he set the feed out for you by the barn, a quick walk from each pen.

You speak sweetly to the pigs and chickens as you feed em, giving them little, “Y’all ain’t ate since last night, must’ve been starving.” “Don’t get angry with me, you gotta get in there. Push ‘em out the way if you’re that hungry.” And when you’re done, you stand back to gander at the cows contently, listening to their conversations between another.

“Good morning young lady.” You turn your head to see Pope approach from your right, his chest already wet with sweat through his white beater and dirt kissing his knees and below. “Good morning sir. Sleep alright?” You hold your hands behind your back respectfully, he walks up to you like whatever’s in his pants is heavy against him.

“Tried my best, I’m always gettin’ torn outta sleep though. And yourself?” “It-it was alright,” you swallow back drool pooling in your mouth, “My brothers, they got a few new toys so they were up longer than I anticipated.” You lie with ease, your hand coming up to cover your eyes, squinting at him as he takes in your clothes. What was he gonna do with you.

“We’ll keep your eyes open, don’t want you fallin in the dirt,” he says, looking over you to look at what you’ve gotten done. “Atta girl.” He coos, patting your back. “You ain’t touch my girls did you?” “N-no sir, just takin’ a look,” you giggle, kicking at the dirt.

“They’re beautiful, nice pretty lashes. You take care of ‘em I can tell.” “Hell yeah I do, these are my babies. And, one day if you get well acquainted I’ll have you milk ‘em, but they’re uhm…” he snaps his fingers like he’s trying to remember something.

“Divas.” He points at you, and you laugh, you wouldn’t expect a man of his age to even know that word. “They are divas, they don’t even like me half the time, so I know it’ll take you a little while. But you’re here, earlier than I expected actually. I’m on the side gettin’ ahead of the field, but since you’ve got the animals all good, you can let em roam around in the fences. Cows shouldn’t bother you, they got their own little patch, and if they get near my flowers Lucky will handle em.” He says, whistling her over quickly.

“When I call you for somethin’ else, that’s when they go back in. Lucky can heard em in, you won’t have to do nothin’ but tell her go, and close the gates. That sounds easy enough?” “Like a Sunday morning sir. After that?” “I haven’t decided, I might have you collect eggs, I might have you on the side with me. But don’t let it trouble you, I’ll get you when I get you okay?” He rubs your back and you nod, looking into his eyes.

They’re pretty, a nice hazel that illuminated in the sunlight even as he squinted. “Atta girl, you got this. My door is never ever locked, so you need anything just run it by me and run inside. And if you need a second to cool off don’t hesitate, if you faint, those pigs won’t waste a second on your lil’ bones,” he pops a smile at you, making you giggle again.

He wipes his forehead off before turning his back to you and off to his duties, “If anyone pulls up, holler for me.” Is all he says. You do as told and let your new buddies out, watching Lucy run with glee, her tongue in the wind as she rips and runs around the yard.

You were kinda sad you guys weren’t working together directly, you only saw him when he went inside, sending a little wave your way. You whine, you were bored and you missed looking at him. You tell Lucky go, watching her wrangle up the livestock before you close the pens.

“Mr. Cody,” you come up behind him as he’s down on one knee, your hands behind your back as he looks up at you, dirt on his cheek and hands. “Can I uhh..get the eggs? I’m bored.” You say, and he scoffs a laugh as he stands. “Bored? Clearly I’m goin too easy on you, on your first day at that.” He pats your back as he looks around.

“You put the animals up, that’s good. Yeah, go get the eggs. The bins are in the barn next to the opening, get as much as you can, just be gentle. When you’re done, put ‘em on the porch then come find me. I’ll give you somethin’ else to do.” He winks and sends you off, watching you jog up to his barn.

He thought about giving you something to do alright. He couldn’t believe how much you’ve grown, you weren’t that young when you left but you’re..much more. Fuller, a..woman. You were never introduced to him when you were home, never ran to his house, saw him like he saw you, but in your defense he saw everyone.

You weren’t sheltered, just protected. So your dad did the runs to Popes, took you to and from anywhere you needed, and god help his heart if he ever found out about a damn “boyfriend”.

Pope thought about what you might’ve gotten up to when you went up into the city, if you’ve had your first drinks yet, how you spent your birthdays, if you found a boyfriend up there or anything. If you blossomed, if your sounds were high or not. If your cunt was as plump as your rosey cheeks were.

God, ew, he thought. He didn’t know what was coming over him, he saw beautiful women everyday, women that threw themselves onto him even after timeless rejections. He never felt compelled to do something so..lustful, not in a long time at least.

You pull him out of his thoughts as you call out to him from the porch, watching him pull that big dusty tractor out the shed. “You done?” He pulls it up to the side of his house, stretching his arms. “Yes sir, I only filled one bin though. They kept biting me.” You frown, making him chuckle. “That’s ok sugar, you did good anyway. Cmon, imma show you somethin’ before we get started.”

He walks you to his flower beds, colors shining under the sun, yellows, pinks, reds, purples. “So pretty!” You tell him, bending down to smell. “Thank you. I take good care of everything you see on this grass, and a lot of people depend on me. You wouldn’t believe how many men and women get in an uproar over these flowers.” He lifts his cap up to rustle his hair.

“So when I get you on that thing,” he points to his tractor, “I need you careful, okay? You go over any one of them flowers, and you gon’ have about four or five ladies here lining up to rip you a new one.” He says and you giggle, nodding.

“Now imma’ teach you of course,” he walks you over with him. “She’s not the newest one out. But she’s good, she’s reliable and she gets the job done. She’s bout as old as me,” he says, hopping over and sitting down with a huff, arm over the back of the seat. “She’s a little bumpy too, but it won’t be a problem. The problem is the gear shifts.” He says, and he waits for you to step on, nodding you over.

“Oh-you-you want me to get on now or after?” “Yeah now, I gotta show you how to do it don’t I?” He says, and you nod, duh. You swallow back spit as you reach your leg over and into his lap, looking back at him as you put your hands on the wheel.

“This good?” You ask, and you don’t get an answer as he fixes your positioning, putting your feet in the slots of the vehicle, leaning himself back as he pulls you more onto him, “Like this. I’m only gonna sit with you on it for a little while before you take over on your own, and it’s okay for me but a little big for you. Is that okay?” He asks, and you just barely tune back in to nod a little.

You were too focused on the bulge of his jeans pressing against your crotch, the only thing saving you from sitting on his cock directly was the thick denim you both wore, and though you couldn’t see it, he thought the same. “M’kay,” he holds your hip gently as he pulls the tractor on, bracing you for the bumps that follow.

“Oh!” Your body flushed, heat racing through you as you feel his bulge nudge against you every half second, your grip on the wheel tightening. “Mhm.” He clears his throat, watching your hips, “Yeah, she’s rough n’ loud. You’ll get used to it, it won’t be too bad after a while. Now,” he pulls a lever from the side, which jolts as you wheel forward.

“That’s how you go, and that button is how you start and stop. You can’t go forward without that button first.” He exhaled hard through his nose, feeling your legs spread a little more against him, to get more comfortable he assumed, but it was all the more distracting as you bounce against him.

You fight to keep your eyes open, trying not to get tied up in the pleasure thrusted upon you as you listen to Mr. Cody’s voice over the loud engine of it. “You’re gonna uhm,” he swallows hard, looking away from your body rocking against him, trying to remember what he was gonna say.

“I’m always gonna push it out to where we were, and when you get on you’re gonna always go to the end of the lawn, turn and snake it. You know what I mean by snake it?” “Yeah,” you respond absentmindedly, licking your lips and swallowing hard before you realized what was said. “I-I mean no, no I don’t. Sorry.” You try and lock in, straightening up and tightening on the steering wheel.

He takes in the whiney sound you’d let out, “It’s okay.” He says gently, trying to get a good look at your face from behind, failing. “What I mean is, when you turn,” he pulls the turning lever for you, placing his hands on yours and turning the wheel, his back against yours now that he’s more sat up.

“You’re gonna go all the way down till you meet the rocks of my driveway, and then turn again, restarting. Like a snake.” He puts his arm over the seat, his other hand steady on your body, shirt bunched up under his grip. “O-okay, yeah. Sounds easy enough.” You nod, fighting the little noises that desperately wanna come out of you.

He’s eyeing you, so hard you can almost feel it bore into your head. He just hoped you didn’t feel him hardening under you, though, how could he not? Your hips rock against him so much with this thing he’d thought you were doing it on purpose, and sure the tractor was noisy, but his ears worked fine. Were you doin’ that on purpose too?

And the thing is..you were rocking against him more on purpose, and though you didn’t mean to whine and moan, you did. You couldn’t help it. It felt so, incredibly good against your aching cunt, feeling the friction you hadn’t felt in so long. As much as you tried to shush yourself especially over the loud tractor, a sound or two slipped out every once in a while.

All you could do was pray he didn’t hear you, and pray he didn’t see how your hips roll with every bounce, or your hands that grip the wheel. You’re only snapped out your head when he calls your name louder over the tractor, making you flinch. “Yes sir?” You look back, and his face is flushed as his brows come together.

“You hear me? I asked if you were ok.” He rubs your back, bucking up and adjusting his place. “Yeah, yeah I’m ok. Sorry.” You nod, eyes bouncing back between him, the lawn in front and his bicep that lays on the head of the seat. “You sure? You want me to get off?” He asks, and you shake your head with a quickness.

“No, I’m okay. This is good. Am I too heavy?” You ask, and he gives you a slow nod, assuring you. “Not at all sweetheart, light as a feather.” His hands drifts downwards as he ran his eyes down your body, the curve of your back peaking out of the small cropped tee you had on.

He could see your little panty band peak above your shorts, his head resting on his shoulder. He doesn’t even realize his hand was resting against where your thigh and hip met until he had to pull you back a bit from sliding off him. His hand wrapping around the fat with ease, finding his finger trace along where your thigh busts out the denim.

He sucks in a breath, reminding himself to behave. He wanted to say sorry for touching up on you, but you didn’t seem to mind, in fact, you didn’t seem to have a care in the world. From his view of you, it’d seemed you were really into the work you were putting into his lawn.

Your posture straight, face forward with a hard grip on the wheel, focused. He didn’t even know how you bit into your lip like you wanted it to bleed, forcing your silence as you ride his bulge as sneakily as you could, humping against lightly with each bump against the piece of shit tractor hit.

How were you supposed to manage? He made your brain so fuzzy, his sweat stained shirt, shining muscles, big, rough hands that latched onto your body. And then that face, his gorgeous eyes, chiseled jaw and dimples that just barely shine through.

He was perfect for your sexually neglected cunt, perfect to look at, to think about. Even with the little bit of friction his jeans gave you, you took it in full, it’d been so long. And he could say that same.

Pope didn’t even remember the last time he got some actual tail, it had to have been before he left. He didn’t pursue anyone, it wasn’t what he came for, and he wasn’t ready for anything serious yet. But your plump body perched against him made him want it, he felt like he was drooling over the sight of you, even if it was something as innocent as you simply on his lap.

He found himself pulling you back against his bulge, rocking you against him slightly. And he knew it was wrong, but you wouldn’t notice, right? Not with how the tractor bumped and thumped, no. He felt perverse, he knew it was, but he couldn’t stop.

His mouth parted slightly as he watched your ass against him, almost finding the nerve to grab at you or something. Keeping his hand on your thigh, he sighs harsh, a short whisper to Jesus falling off his tongue. He wants to tell you to get off, that you don’t need him to “help you” anymore. But the more his cock strained against his jeans, the more the thought disappeared, and turned into..something it shouldn’t.

Turning into imagining you on top of him in his recliner, riding him just like this. Ass nudging against his stomach while he bounced you on his cock, hearing you moan into the room while you hold onto his knees. He bites his lip, feeling heat overcome his chest as his mouth parts, blinking harsh.

He thought about how you sounded over the phone, how that word came off your tongue so effortlessly. Daddy. He heard you in his head, actually. Heard you say, “it feels so good, daddy,” “daddy m’gonna cum,” in his ears, and he shudders at the thought.

And before he knew it, his thighs twitches under you, a cold sweat ran down his torso to his aching balls, and he stammered out a shakes gasp, feeling himself cum in his boxers, grabbing at your hips roughly to hoist you off. “Stop, stop the tractor.” He says hurriedly, his foggy mind running a mile a minute. And you obey with a quickness, nervousness running over your body as you stay in the air, your ass in his direct eye sight.

It only makes it harder for him as he sighs, looking down at his pants that haven’t made a spot yet. “Are..are you okay, Mr. Cody? Did I do something?” You look back, seeing his face a deep shade of red as he looks around nervously. “Yeah uh..y-yeah,” he hops up and off the tractor, making you fall back into the seat abruptly, he doesn’t face you, not as he looks down at the mess that grows dark on the denim. “I uhm..sorry babydoll, I gotta run and do something. You finish up, ok?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer as he beelines for the door, cursing himself for something so gross, so..lustful of himself. He stomps to his room, peeling his pants off to see the oozing of his cum stain his boxers, cursing again and running his hands down his face. “God..fucking dammit Pope..” he sighs, throwing his hat down.

She’s his daughter, Pope. Just a little girl, a familiar voice in his head says. Shaking his head, he readies himself, changing out the messy garments and into something fresh, watching you through the blinds to see if you suspected anything, thankfully it seemed foggy to you. He’d die if you found out he came in his pants, because he thought about you calling him daddy, the way you do for your actual dad.

When he looks out the window again, you’re no where to be seen. The tractor still in its spot, unfinished lawn in his face. “Mr. Cody?” Pope hears your voice down the hall, and he quickly fixes his belt before exiting. “I’m down here, honey!” He meets you halfway, catching you in his hallway as if you were gonna come find him yourself.

“Sorry for coming in unannounced..but are you alright? You seem kind of agitated..” you twiddle with the belt loops of your shorts, a nerved expression tainting your face. He should die, for making you worry. He thinks. “Yeah I..yeah, I didn’t mean to startle you. I had to use the bathroom.” He tucks his shirt back in, and you give him a once over. His cheeks are still flushed, his hats discarded behind him, and he’s..in new jeans?

“Okay..I didn’t do anything wrong, right?” Did you feel me throbbing? Did you feel me grind on your bulge, did you hear my moans?? I didn’t mean to, Mr. Cody. I just couldn’t help myself. “No, of course not. How bout we get some water, then we can go back on the land, ok?” He guides you down the hall, his hand on the small of your back, which makes you tingle.

“Are we getting back on the tractor?” You look up at him, and the images that flash in his mind are hellish. “Uh..you can. I think you got it, I’m just taking up space. Then we can work on my hedges.” He’s gotta learn to keep an arms length. Who knows what he’ll do if that happens again.

the tests came back positive.

smurf looks at you with a smirk. she wears such a horrible look so well. she walks towards the gate that separates the two of you. "pope, baby," she calls and andrew stops punching the bag. his chest is heaving and he drops his fists. "you've got a visitor."

finally, he turns around.

andrew looks at his mother first, a look full of hatred. you can't blame him, all the late night stories he's told you as you push your fingers through his sweaty curls, all the horrible things smurf has done.

and then he looks at you, his eyes blowing wide.

desperately, andrew has tried to keep you as far away from this life as he could. he doesn't even know how you found this place, doing everything in his power to keep you away.

but here you stand beside his mother.

he looks between you and smurf, his chest still heaving. and, honestly, he looks terrifying. he looks like he wants to hurt something, like you should be running for the hills.

"I'll leave you to catch up, baby," smurf says in a saccharine voice. an act, andrew knows. she's found a new toy, and she wants to play.

andrew watches until she retreats inside of the house. still watching him, always watching him. making sure nobody takes away her favourite weapon.

but your hands are shaking as you step towards him. "andrew," you say and his heart clenches.

he pulls off his gloves and walks towards you. "you shouldn't be here," he says but reaches out for you. fuck, he's missed you. he's missed those late nights at baz's place where you wouldn't even have sex, just hold him, quieting his mind as you brush your fingers through his curls and kiss his forehead like you really love him.

"andrew," you say again as he reaches you. your lip is wobbling and you stretch your arms out towards him. "i gotta tell you something."

immediately, andrew takes you into his arms. he pulls you close as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers instinctively finding his hair. "what's wrong?" he whispers. he looks up, looks towards the house as if he'll see smurf standing at one of the windows.

and you? you bury your face in his chest and cry.

he holds you for as long as you need him to, lips finding the top of your head. whatever is going on, you need him. just like he's needed you these last few months.

finally, you pull away from him. still sniffling as you wipe the tears from your cheeks. still pretty, even when you're crying. you said something similar to him, once.

you're breathing deeply as you look up at him. several deep breaths as you worked up the courage to tell him whatever you want to tell him. andrew waits patiently, never rushing you to say whatever it is you want to say.

"i'm pregnant."

i'm pregnant.

i'm pregnant.

andrew sucks in a breath. "you're pregnant," he repeats. you nod. "you're pregnant. and it's mine, right?"

you nod again. "yeah, andrew. it's yours."

he kisses you then. hands holding your face, thumbs wiping away tears that continued to fall. i've got you. he didn't need to say it. you know. you know by the way he holds you, by the way he pulls you against his chest.

"i'm scared," you say through your sobs. "i'm so fucking scared."

he looks down at you, his gaze so intense. it's like he want's to make you nervous, but you've seen every vulnerable part of him before. andrew cody couldn't make you nervous if he tried.

he pulls you against his chest and lets you cry. he looks past you, looks back towards the house. you can't stay here with him; it wouldn't be safe for you. you or his baby.

and he's right, smurf is stood at the back door, a tray of cookies in her hand. it's like she planned this whole thing out. you coming over when he's angry, punching the bag. you telling him you're pregnant. it feels calculated. it feels...

it feels like smurf, doing whatever she can to keep him under her thumb.

andrew grabs your shoulders. he holds you away from him, staring into your eyes with that intensity again. "tell me this is real," he says quickly, glancing at smurf behind you as she pushes open the patio door.

"this is real, andrew." you fish through your bag and pull out the pregnancy test.

he takes it from your hands. real. this is real. you're really, really pregnant.

"when did you find out?" he asks quickly. smurf is still approaching and he doesn't want her to know, not yet. not until he gets you away from her and this baby isn't just information she can use against him.

"two weeks ago," you confess. "i didn't want to tell you until I was sure so i've been taking a test every day and then i couldn't find you."

"it's okay," he says quickly and shoves the test into your pocket. "you can't tell smurf. not until i can get away from her."

you swallow and nod. "you know you can come stay with me, right?" you offer.

but he shakes his head. "i can't," he says.

you can't pry, not before smurf walks over. "everything okay over here, baby?" she asks and offers you a cookie. a gooey, chocolatey delicacy that you just know will taste good. but you don't reach out, don't grab one, no matter how desperately you want to.

"we're fine," andrew says, his voice tight and his jaw clenched. "just catching up."

smurf eyes you like she's suspicious of you. your lip wobbles and you can't trust yourself to say anything, to do anything but look at andrew.

but andrew takes your hand and squeezes. "gonna go to deran's bar," he says.

smurf nods her head. "okay, baby," she says and pulls the tray of cookies away. "just be back for dinner." she turns and walks back towards the house. "both of you."

you blow out a nervous breath and look at andrew. but he's looking at you like he's got you, like he's gonna protect you. because he is. you and your baby. from smurf, from the shit she'll try to rope you into, from the control she has over him.

he'll protect you.

There was no way to grow up in Oceanside without hearing something about the Cody family.

It was almost like being told a fairy tale, each story more far fetched than the last with ever changing details depending on who you asked what. Some versions were easy to roll your eyes at, not bothering to believe the more outlandish ones but there was never a way to be certain about what the Cody’s were really up to.

You got a particularly close access point to what could be the truth considering the fact you happened to be living in the house next door to theirs.

It was the sore spot and topic of conversation almost every single breakfast when you were a kid, listening to your dad rant endlessly about the loud parties and the shady looking people going in and out at all hours of the night. Your brother had asked sometime in your teen years why he didn’t just file a complaint if it bothered him so bad, your dad’s lips pursing and him falling silent in response.

You understood quickly why he had never complained about the disturbance when you first met the matriarch of the house next door.

You’d been specifically told to avoid that address when you were setting out to parade the neighborhood for donations to your college fund, a charity event your school had set up for the kids unlikely to receive scholarships.

Yet the sight of the shiny cars in the driveway and the dozen rejections you’d gotten so far had you steeling your nerves and knocking on the door with a firm hand.

Smurf was unlike anybody you’d ever met before and you felt a little ridiculous for the way the breath sucked out of you at the sight of her, something captivating beneath the intimidating energy she didn’t even seem to be trying to emit.

“You lost honey?” Her voice was as mocking as it could be, the sight of you standing there in your uniform clearly amusing to her, and you found yourself falling into a full nervous ramble about what you were trying to do.

She interrupted you before you even got two sentences out, barking over her shoulder for somebody you hadn’t even noticed to go and get her wallet for her.

The man returned, clearly a bit older than you but not aged enough to be her partner under any normal circumstances. He gave you a long stare that would have sent you running back home if it at all felt hardened, instead there was a sense of childlike curiosity about him and your head cocked just as she stepped over to block your view.

She’d lost the humor she had previously but still pressed a few crumbled but generous bills against your chest, sending you back a step or two as you thanked her. Your gratefulness was sent to the door halfway through as it slammed in your face.

You’d seen her a lot more over the years and that meant seeing the others too. At first you thought it was purely coincidence or maybe your parents had let go of their hatred for the neighbors but one sight of your dad leaving their garage with nervous sweats and an envelope told you that something else was going on.

Suddenly you were going to dinners at their house once a month, sitting as politely and silently as you could as the disturbing dynamics of Smurf and her sons made your head spin.

Your dad laughed too hard at jokes that weren’t funny and your mom barely moved at all, keeping half an eye on your brother and the other on the gate that had been shut behind you.

When you were nineteen you heard them fighting, voices loud and afraid as your mom scolded your dad for allowing your brother out with the Cody boys. She seemed more fearful than angry and you sunk back into your room as you once again considered the truth behind all the stories you’d heard.

You weren’t close enough to any of the sons but you did feel a particular sort of disappointment when you heard Pope had been arrested.

He didn’t speak nearly enough for you to consider him somebody you even really knew but there was a certain comfortability that came with both being equally as out of place in a room full of people. There was the lack of disrespectful and lewd comments that helped too, something his brothers couldn’t seem to help themselves from once you were an adult.

There had even been the handful of times that he had scolded them, a sharp glare or a hard hand against the back of their heads that made them hiss in annoyance.

You didn’t bother thanking him, figuring that would just make him uncomfortable anyways but you had hoped the look you’d send his way was enough for him to understand.

You were glad at least one of them wasn’t a creep, grateful there was someone else in the room who couldn’t quite seem to grasp what was going on.

Smurf either took a liking to you once you matured or the absence of her oldest son made her more willing to allow guest because you suddenly found yourself spending a lot more time there. There was a certain allure to the mystery around them and their close bonds, something your own home next door was severely lacking.

You even had your own little corner of belongings in one of the guest bedrooms, your favorite morning drink in the fridge and your clothes mixed into the piles outside the dryer.

Three years passed slowly with Pope gone and you could tell the family was conflicted with how to deal with it. Smurf almost seemed content despite how she claimed to be suffering the most without him there, the other brothers filled the void with each other and whatever else got their blood pumping.

Which was clearly not doing the dishes because you had been scrubbing for what felt like hours and still had yet to make a dent in the pile up. Normally Smurf kept things pretty close in order but she’d left earlier that morning to go pick up her grandson and asked, or demanded technically considering her tone, you make sure the house was decent for his arrival.

You liked the house a lot better when it was empty and you didn’t feel like somebody was always listening around the corners, voices dropping to whispers when you walked past adding a hint of paranoia.

The paranoia seemed to linger even when you were by yourself in the middle of the daytime however considering the soft noise from down the hall made your shoulders tense, breath catching and hands faltering with the dish for a split second.

You ignored it the best you could until it happened again and now you made a point of turning off the running water so you could hear the undeniable sound of footsteps clearer.

“Smurf?” You called and the way it echoed weirdly made your bones chill. The footsteps stopped completely and that only managed to make you feel worse, worse enough that you reached over as slowly as you could manage and gripped the handle of one of the kitchen knives.

You were nearly silent as you moved out of the kitchen and up the few stairs, barely getting to turn a corner before you were hitting a chest.

You weren’t sure if you dropped the knife on instinct or if the grip around your wrist was tight enough for you to lose feeling, the jerky motion you pulled being met with no lax made you believe it might be the second. You only felt a little bit of relief when you realized who it was and then it was followed by a new type of fear.

There had been plenty of people who warned you about the Cody’s and a dozen more who warned you about one of them specifically.

Pope wasn’t looking at you, eyes locked on where the knife had landed with a clatter in between your feet. He was closer than you had realized, the hold on your wrist stopping you from stumbling back when you had bumped into him.

“Pope.” It came out in a breath of surprise, eyes widening as your brain seemed to catch up with the fact he was supposed to be serving out a sentence miles from here.

“You’re here.” He said back and it was in that slow and calculated way he always spoke, low enough that it sounded threatening but too dazed to make you think he could be any real danger. You knew well enough by now to know that wasn’t true so you stayed stiff as that gaze finally landed on your face. “In my house.”

You had half a second where you wanted to question him for being there too before realizing why that would be incredibly stupid.

“Smurf will be back soon.” You landed on instead, voice as soft as you could possibly make it as your eyes shifted across his face for any sign he might relax. “Welcome home Pope.”

His grip loosened at that, lingering for another few seconds before he was letting you go. It stung a little where the pressure had released and you put it down to your side without looking to see if it was red or not, deciding it was better to check on it later.

Pope stepped to the side and walked around you, keeping his strong gaze on you the entire time until he turned the corner into the kitchen.

Smurf returned only a bit later to find you sitting at the island in the kitchen, dishes put away other than the one you were sipping vodka out of. She gave you a look of confusion that was interrupted by a light commotion coming from within the house, heading in the direction of where you figured Pope had disappeared too.

You were curious what her reaction to him being home early would be, if she would be relieved or disappointed. You never could make sense of her emotions and you didn’t think it was even worth trying with this one.

You’d gone home, nearly sneaking out in your efforts to not run into any of them again on your way. It was all futile considering you knew you’d be back again in a few hours for dinner but you found yourself craving the simple act of laying in your bed and wondering what exactly you were doing with your life.

The thought of ghosting the Cody’s completely was the main thing circulating your head as you made your way back up the driveway after the sun had set, sighing as you punched in the gate code. It was a bit of a relief to see things were relatively normal, Deran and Craig arguing about something and Baz in quiet conversation with the younger boy you assumed had to be the grandson.

You waved briefly before heading into the kitchen where you found Smurf pulling things out of the oven.

“Honey will you go get Pope for me?” She said in that weirdly maternal tone she would get sometimes and you faltered before nodding, debating for a second if you should tell her how much you didn’t really want to do that.

It was that you were necessarily scared of Pope despite the things you had heard. You’d known him for a while before he was locked up and you’d never even seen him raise his voice but there was a certain type of unhinged presence that came just from his stare and shaky voice.

You weren’t really sure where to begin looking so you tried his old room before realizing it had been given away, hesitating in the hallway before peeking behind a few more doors you rarely explored. It turned out you didn’t need to find him at all because he was suddenly right behind you when you fully turned to go back to Smurf in defeat.

“Oh.” You nearly gasped at the sight of him, eyes turned upwards at his face in the dark hallway. He was standing there silently, shoulders tensed and squared as he watched you.

“What are you doing?” He asked lowly and his head tilted as he spoke, slowly with each word.

“Looking for you actually.” You breathed out and you were surprised at how steady you managed to sound despite the nerves building back up in your stomach as he continued to just stare at you. His eyes narrowed in confusion at your words and you sighed softly. “Smurf sent me to get you for dinner.”

“Tell her I’m not hungry.” He said flatly and there was a hint of something bitter in his voice that made you think their first day back together hadn’t been going so well.

You gave him a long look, taking in the short crop of his hair and the way he had bulked up while locked away. By the time you met his stare again, he was already watching you closely which didn’t surprise you in the slightest and you sighed softly as your shoulders slumped.

“Please don’t make me tell her that.” You asked of him softly, making your voice drop low like you were telling him a secret.

It really wasn’t that big of a deal but you both knew Smurf would take personal offense to him willingly missing a meal and you also figured she was wanting to keep a close eye on him with a house full of people.

He didn’t reply for a long enough time for it to feel awkward and you felt a little bit like a kid who had gotten in trouble but you tried not to let that show on your face. You didn’t want to upset him and it was easy enough to convince yourself that feeling was for a simpler reason than it probably was.

“She scares you.” He rasped eventually and it came out like a statement and not a question, like he had just decided that for you.

You sighed again and your shoulders raised in a half shrug before you were glancing back to the end of the hallway like you’d somehow be able to escape this conversation sooner than later if you stared long enough.

“Not necessarily.” You answered quietly and he blinked at you when you stopped short. “I just don’t want to upset her, especially after…”

You trailed off before you could mention Julia, almost remembering all at once that she was his twin sister and not just another member of the family. There’d be little to no mention of her for as long as you’d known the Cody’s and it had taken you a few seconds to even recall who she was when you heard Baz whispering about it earlier today, the lack of emotion or real care in his voice not assisting you at all.

Pope’s jaw tightened at the empty space you’d left in the air and you knew he was smart enough to know exactly what you were referring to, especially given the guilt that was no doubt coating your face.

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WICKED GAMES COLLECTION all of these fics are within the same universe, but can be read separately • 𝚠𝚒𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 ˋ°•*⁀➷ | EXPLICIT, w.c. 7.4k after sitting out of a post-wedding hunt due to a headache, you're not expecting the game to come to you. even though you're able to take down the threat, titus finds you and is distraught at the fact that it could've ended very differently. • 𝖆 𝖌𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖔𝖋 𝖕𝖔𝖑𝖔 ˋ°•*⁀➷ | EXPLICIT, w.c. 11.3k you get an invitation to a game of polo, hosted by the el caído family. after titus wins, you give him his reward. • 𝓉𝒶𝑔, 𝓎𝑜𝓊'𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓉 ˋ°•*⁀➷ | EXPLICIT, w.c. 6.3k it’s the twins’ birthday. and while ursula has planned a ball for the occasion, titus has different plans involving you, the woods, and a game of chase. • 𝙒𝙞𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙙𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙋𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩 a collection of tracks i think fit the story

ONESHOTS • ᴛɪᴛᴜꜱ ᴅᴀɴꜰᴏʀᴛʜ ~ ᴇxʜɪʙɪᴛɪᴏɴɪꜱᴍ | EXPLICIT, w.c. 1.5k Titus doesn’t like exhibitionism in the traditional sense. He enjoys public sex, but not because someone might catch you. He actually has opposite feelings, being a heavy believer in the fact that your body was made for him and him alone. So, no, Titus doesn’t want the world to watch you, but he enjoys the benefits of being able to do whatever he wants wherever he wants, including art galleries. • 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚒𝚝 | EXPLICIT, w.c. 6.6k titus hasn't been paying enough attention to you recently, so you devise a plan to make him jealous. unfortunately for you, titus can see right through your plan. fortunately for you, he gives you what you want anyway. • 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘭𝘢𝘹 | EXPLICIT, w.c. 3.5k Titus is stressed. You have an idea of how to help him relax. • the itch | EXPLICIT, w.c. 1.8k Titus enjoys being punished. The issue is you only put your all into his punishment when he’s done something bad.

DRABBLES • titus and pregnant!wife!reader headcannons | Mature , w.c. 5k some snippets from your pregnancy (request) • girldad!titus | General, w.c 1k some headcannons about girldad titus (request) • took you long enough | General, w.c. 900 in which grace finds you drinking at the bar during the festivities. not truly a titus x reader but shhh. plot spoilers, but it ends differently. • titus watches you die rip | Mature, w.c. 1.8k how titus would react after you die during a hunt (request) • toxic foreplay | EXPLICIT, w.c. 1.5k you and titus get off on pushing the other's buttons. literally. (request) • soft mornings | EXPLICIT, w.c. 1.8k titus wakes you up and you have soft morning sex<3

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LONGER STORIES • ╰☆╮ 𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑓𝑡 ╰☆╮ | EXPLICIT, w.c. 12.3k Being the Cody’s on-call emergency nurse isn’t easy. A dislocated shoulder turns into late night gunshot wounds and before you know it, you’re part of the family. After a rough night, Pope needs some TLC. And who else can help him if not his favorite nurse? You’re the only one who can stitch him up, physically and emotionally. • 𝘧𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 | EXPLICIT, w.c. 5.7k After Andrew has been between your legs for almost an hour, and all you can think about is the stress of work and life, you decide to fake an orgasm to allow him some rest. Unfortunately, Andrew knows you too well to be fooled, and he overthinks it to no end. (request)

DRABBLES • Piercings | Mature, w.c. 1.8k you get your nipples pierced without letting pope know. he's a bit skeptical at first, but after baz opens his stupid mouth, he realizes that they're actually Very Cool (request) • Get In the Car | General, w.c. 1.3k you decide to walk home after you and pope get into a fight (request) • at the foot of your bed (guard dog!pope) | EXPLICIT, w.c. 2.4k pope isn't a bad dog. he doesn't know why he bites. but he knows he does. and because of that, you need to stay away from him

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LONGER STORIES • 𝖼𝗂𝗍𝗒 𝗅𝗂𝗆𝗂𝗍𝗌 | EXPLICIT (eventually) - ongoing series when you're called to the site of a murder, you realize the two bodies are on opposite sides of the city line. being a new detective, your supervisor sees this as a perfect opportunity for you to get some mentorship from LAPD detectives. unfortunately, the case is not as open-and-shut as you thought, and over the course of the investigation, you find yourself falling for one of the detectives you're supposed to be learning from. Chapters: One, Two, Three, Four, Five

DRABBLES • tying him up | EXPLICIT; w.c. 700 you and sammy have a free-use arrangement and he's looking too scrumptious to ignore (request-ish)

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