As writers are wont to do...

• Shawn Hatosy as the recipient of the Virtuoso Award at the 2026 Astra Television Awards in conjunction with being nominated for Best Supporting Actor | August 10, 2026

im so obsessed with this asshole

the moment titus laid his eyes on you, he knew he had to have you. you dressed to the nines, hair and nails were always done, and you always carried a room whenever you entered. your family was new to the organization, and from the first meeting he knew you were going to be his. except you weren't easily impressed. you were used to getting whatever you wanted, whenever you wanted. he had never even spoke to you, never got the chance. at any party you were always surrounded by men, throwing compliments and praises at you constantly. he could tell the smile you were putting on was fake, that you weren't impressed. he would catch your eye too every now and then, the both of you just staring across the room before either one of you would be dragged into conversation.

the evening was in full swing at the danforth estate, the richest of families and people gathered in the building. he knew you and your family would be there, your father was never one to turn down an invitation. he was stood in the corner, a perfect view of the door. this was his night to strike. and just like clock work, your family came waltzing in, your mother and father being swept quickly into conversation. you spotted titus immediately, your eyes looking him up and down slowly as he did the same to you. you shot him a smile, his stone cold look not changing as he immediately saw men making their way up to you. an hour had passed of that, titus watching as men continued to throw themselves at you in an attempt to court you. he couldn't take it any longer.

he slowly began to creep over, a drink in both hands as he stood behind one of the men who was gloating to you about some business deal his family was looking to get in on. all the men went silent at titus' snickering from behind, all turning to look at him. "something funny, danforth?" the man hissed, titus passing one of the drinks to you. you couldn't help the smirk that tugged at the corner of your lips, taking a small sip as you looked between the men. "i find it funny that you think she gives a single shit about what you're saying," titus shrugged, taking a drink as he stared at you from over his glass, eyes never leaving you. the giggle that left your lips had the other man's cheeks burning, eyebrows furrowing together. "you think your family is better than mine?" the guy spat, titus' eyebrow raising as he turned to look at him.

"i don't think that. i know that my family is better than yours and i know she doesn't want you," titus spat right back, nodding his head towards you, his chest poking out a little bit with pride. the man let out a scoff, looking between the two of you as titus stood to stand beside you. "you think she wants you? you're almost two decades older than her," the man laughed, titus' face turning stern before he was looking over at you. he could see the way you were staring at him, a hint of lust that he could practically smell as you eyed him up. "i know she does. besides, you wouldn't know what to do with all this," titus smirked, his finger reaching to rub gently across the diamond strap of your dress that laid over your shoulder. the men all stared at you in disbelief, waiting for you to shoo titus away but it never came. "you can all go," you spoke finally, your eyes never leaving titus as you fully turned to face him now.

the murmurs between all of them fell on deaf ears as they scurried away, you and titus just stood staring at each other. "what makes you think i want you?" you hummed, manicured fingernail tapping against the glass you held as you cocked an eyebrow at him. he couldn't help but chuckle, pushing a piece of your hair back that had fallen. "because you avoid me. i could give you the world," he spoke lowly, his finger dragging against your dress strap again. his words caused goosebumps to spread all over your skin, a dark smirk on his face at the sight of your skin. your hand immediately wrapped around his wrist, holding it tightly in his hand before you were yanking him forward, leaning up a little so your lips were brushing against his earlobe. "give me the world and i'll think about giving you a chance," you mumbled, his hand moving to grab your waist but you quickly shoved your empty glass into it. "and another drink," you smirked, batting your eyelashes up at him.

asking titus to buy you something absurdly expensive but only when he's balls-deep inside you. yeah, he'd probably buy it anyway, but there's something so addicting about the way he just nods, eyes glazed, clearly not fully comprehending what you're asking. he's so drunk on how good you feel around him that he can't pay attention to anything else.

until you stop moving and hit him with a coy, "so that's a 'yes'?"

he's irritated you stopped, confused at your question. "huh?"

"you said you'd take me out shopping."

his brow just furrows. he didn't say that, did he? he'd been trying so hard to focus on the way you take him that he can't recall.

but you get that little pout on your lips and sigh dejectedly, something dramatic to catch his attention. "you didn't mean it?" you'd whine. and when he doesn't give you a response, you start to pull away from the fullness of his cock.

titus decides it doesn't matter what he promised. he pulls you back, sinks every thick inch of his dick inside you, and holds you there tight. "no, sweetheart, we can go, s'fine. just don't stop, okay? c'mon..."

he turns into a blathering mess, muttering little pleas, promising to take you wherever you want, to buy you anything you ask for, so long as you don't stop, sweetheart, please. you clench tight around him in a mockery of thanks that actually makes him whimper.

toxic sleazy ex husband sammy finds out you're on a date

right when you first brought up divorce to sammy, he was quick to secretly get a tracker on your phone and car. it wasn't that he didn't trust you, he knew you wouldn't cheat. he just needed to know what you were doing and where you were at all times. he watched your location religiously whenever he had a free moment. he loved to keep tabs on you, and it was just so easy as a police officer. he just wanted to make sure you and his son were safe.

Pairing: Titus Danforth X fem!reader

Word Count: 4.126

Summary: You’re Titus’ wife and, once in a while, you two love to play a little game of hide and seek. The prize? If you win, you can have anything from him. But if he does? Oh, he wants everything.

Warnings/Content: NSFW, pet names, riding, clit play, spanking, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (if I forgot anything, please, forgive me).

I DO NOT own this gif. All credits go to the owner.

Inspired by the song Animals by Maroon 5

Baby, I’m preying on you tonight

Hunt you down, eat you alive

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals

Maybe you think that you can hide

I can smell your scent for miles

Just like animals

Animals

Like animals

Darkness.

That was all you could see in the forest surrounding the Danforth property.

It was past midnight now, the rough wind shaking the trees and blowing your hair.

The long black dress you wore would occasionally catch on the low branches in the forest, the black shoes sinking where there was mud.

You ran for dear life, deviating from the trees, looking back to try and maybe see something – or a certain someone – chasing you down through the dense forest.

No, not chasing.

Preying.

That’s what you were for Titus tonight.

His prey.

You’ve played this game a million times with your husband. He loved chasing you down through the forest surrounding his property and you loved to be chased by him.

Whoever won always had the same prize: if it were you, you could have anything from him. But if it were him, he always wanted everything from you.

Which made you constantly let him win.

You were close to the lodge and Titus was too quiet during tonight’s game. He usually liked to fire his shotgun into the sky to get a scared reaction out of you.

Your heart would beat faster, the blood would rush away from the extremities of your body, and you would gasp for air.

This whole atmosphere of terror was what made Titus tick.   

It all started shortly after your honeymoon. One night, at Titus’ lodge – your lodge actually, like he insisted on correcting it – he asked if you were interested in playing a game.

You knew that this type of proposal, especially coming from your husband, would not be as simple as a game of chess.

In a way, it was a chess game… except you were his pawn.

When you heard the words hide and seek leave his mouth, you thought he just wanted to mess with you, see your reaction.

You couldn’t be more wrong.

He explained how the game worked and reassured you he would never let you get hurt in any circumstances. Not throughout the game nor at any moment in your life.

That was a promise he made at the altar and that he would keep, even if it were with his own life. 

You decided to comply, because you wanted to make your husband happy.

He explained how the game worked and what the prize would be if you won or if he did.

There was only one thing he demanded from you.

That you wore your wedding dress.

A long, black and beautiful wedding dress.

So, you got ready the same way you did on your wedding day.

Except, this time, you would not be marrying your husband… you would be chased by him.

The game begun and you hid behind a tree in the forest.

You didn’t expect, but Titus fired his shotgun into the sky, drawing a scared sound from you.

In no time, he found you, a devilish grin on his lips, lifting your body as if it weighed nothing—light as a feather.

He placed you on his shoulder and took you back to the lodge.

He had won.

And you had the best night of your life until that moment.

Now here you were, two years of marriage, still playing hide and seek as the best and most fucked up form of foreplay.

----------------------------------------------------

Titus was nowhere to be seen, which made sense for a game of hide and seek, but it was unusual for him.

To take this long to find you.

There was a spot by the river just a few minutes away from the lodge that you noticed last time you two played the game. A small cave that could provide you the safety you needed but could also give you a wide view of your surroundings.

Of course you wanted Titus to win.

It’s been almost two months since he invited you to play, which surprised you and made you suspicious at the same time.

He never gave you a reason, just didn’t suggest it in the past few weeks.

In the mean time, Titus made sure that you two would had sex in almost every spot in the Danforth Manor.

Maybe as a way of finding a new form of rush that you both got from hide and seek.

But tonight he invited you, after all this time, to go back playing your favorite game.

And you couldn’t be more excited.

You noticed a figure exceptionally fast, and you knew it could only be him.

During the game, you tried to be as quiet as possible, to make it difficult for him to find you. The longer the hunt would take, the hotter you two would get.

But tonight you were in the mood for playing the game a little differently, to go against what Titus thought he already knew about you.

From behind the tree, you tried to give your most ethereal whistle, to match the vibe of the night.

You could see Titus’ shadow searching for the sound, so you ran to hide behind another tree and repeated the same sound.

Titus transformed himself into a hunter, shotgun resting on his shoulder and the moonlight reflected his predatory eyes.

You’ve never done that before.

Never played back.

The prey is not supposed to hunt back.

You only had to hide until he found you, not taunt him.

That made him furious with himself for not finding you as quickly as he thought he would.

But, at the same time, made his body, mind and soul be filled with something visceral… a never ending want.

He wanted, no, he craved for you in the most primal way.

Like an animal craved his prey.

After a few seconds, his shadow disappeared in the darkness and you were left all alone again.

You spotted the small cave by the river and, making sure he wasn’t anywhere around you, you went there to hide.

But then, you felt a pair of strong arms, one around your neck, the other around your waist, and you knew he had won.

Finally, you thought.

“Think you can hide from me, my love?” He whispered in you right ear. “I can smell your scent for miles” You could hear that grin on his lips. “The scent that your skin leaves behind when you pass through the leaves”

You never admitted to Titus that you occasionally let him win. You were afraid he might be hurt by the confession, as if the game wasn’t a game anymore, and you made things easier for him.

He loved the chase, the thrill, the hunt.

And you loved the effect it all had on him… and what he did to you for the rest of the night.

“Guess you won tonight, Titus”

“I guess you’re right” He said, arms still wrapped around you.

You turned and looked at him, the moonlight the only light in that forest, illuminating his face.

Now, facing him, he forcefully grabbed your chin and guided you until your back hit a spiny tree bark, inflicting the most pleasurable pain down your body.

“Think you can play games with me?” He asked, and that sentence made your entire body shiver in anticipation.

“Isn’t that what we’re doing?” You had the audacity to ask back.

“You’re smarter than that, my love. That’s one of the many reasons why I married you. You know better than to play with me”

“But isn’t it a lot more exciting when the prey plays back?” You asked with a teasing and defiant tone, and you could feel him getting hard under his pants.

“Maybe…” He said, still grabbing your chin, lips dangerously close to yours, and you noticed his other hand being placed between your legs.

If it were any other night you would be more than willing to let Titus fuck you against the tree in the middle of the dark forest.

But tonight, you had a special surprise for him to celebrate his return to your little game, and the darkness settling over the forest was about to ruin it.

You needed good lighting so he would see it, and you would see his reaction.

“No, Titus” You said, holding his hand and stopping him from getting what he wanted it.

He was incredulous.

You said no to him.

And just to be very clear, Titus had changed considerably after meeting you. It’s not like you’ve never said no to him before, which you have, plenty of times.

But you never stopped him from touching you.

In his mind, you were rejecting him. In the worst-case scenario, you were disgusted by him.

“No?” His expression was a mixture of disbelief and hurt.

“It’s not that, baby” You tried to ease the voices inside his head. “I have a surprise for you, but I need good lighting” You confessed.

“Oh” He said, letting go of you. “What a coincidence… I also have a surprise for you back home”

Home meant the lodge.

That was the only place Titus ever felt like home after you two got married.

Of course, the Danforth Manor needed some care, and the never-ending staff helped you constantly. But the dark hallways, the massive paintings on the walls with their judgmental eyes that followed you everywhere you went, the memories of a childhood – and adulthood – filled with abuse and manipulation…

You understood why Titus felt better, more comfortable, safer on the lodge.

With you. 

You smiled at his statement and he let go of you, allowing you to wrap your arms around his neck so he could carry you bridal style until you two arrived at your final destination.

Where it all ended and where it all began.

----------------------------------------------------

The lodge felt warm.

Titus asked for one of the staff to light the fireplace before the game begun. He knew how you always felt cold after running in the forest in the middle of the night.

He closed the door behind you and immediately wrapped his arms around your waist from behind.

“I want my surprise” He said, head buried in the crook of your neck, sounding like a pleading child. You smiled at his desperation.

“Not until I see mine first” You said and he looked at you. You turned your head slightly to the right and from the corner of your eye you could see the sparkle in his eyes.

“Okay” He said, untangling himself from you and taking off his ascot, dangerously seductive and covered your eyes with it.

“We’re gonna play another game?” You asked, smiling.

“Oh, we’re not done playing yet, my love” He whispered in your ear. “But I don’t want you peeking”

He guided you to your bedroom, even though you didn’t know that since he did a great job at covering your eyes. Placing you where he wanted, he let you see what he had prepared for you.

You were speechless.

An entire wall in your bedroom had been replaced by mirrors.

“What is this?” You questioned.

“A mirror wall”

“I can see that... what happened to never changing anything in the Danforth properties? Keeping the family tradition?”

“Fuck the family tradition” He said.

“Since when?” You couldn’t believe those words left his mouth.

“Since I fucked you in front of a mirror three months ago and I never saw you coming as hard as you did that time” He whispered in your ear, looking at you through the mirror. You swallowed. Hard.

That was true.

Three months ago, Titus left for a week to take care of family business, leaving you all alone. When he came back, you two couldn’t wait to get to the bedroom and had sex in the piano room, which happened to have a gigantic mirror on the wall.

Titus placed you in front of it, and you watched him fuck that whole week he was away from you.

It was so hot watching him wanting you so desperately that, in fact, you came so hard Titus was mesmerized. He became obsessed with the idea of doing that again to you, so he decided to build a mirror wall just for you back home.

 “So this is why you haven’t invited me to play hide and seek for the past two months” You conclude it.

“Yes. I did this for you”

You looked at him through the mirror and smiled. He looked back, and his eyes were filled with a darkness you knew all too well.

He placed his lips close to your ear, still looking at your through the mirror.

“You like watching yourself or you like watching me fucking you?”

You inhaled at the filthiness of his words.

“Can’t be both?” You teased him, a smirk forming on his lips. “I just like watching” You simply said.

“Keep your eyes on the mirror then” He said, unbuttoning the back of your wedding dress.

This time, you didn’t stop him.

You ached so much for him you just couldn’t wait any longer.

When the dress slid down your body and fell to the floor, you were left naked in front of the mirror, except for a pair of black lace stockings.

Titus stopped for a second, not blinking at all, eyes frozen at the sight of the material.

Perfect, you thought.

“You did not wear those on our wedding night” He stated.

When he first asked you to wear your wedding dress every time you played the game, he explained that he wanted to recreated your wedding night, the night he made you his.

The night your body became his.

So to see you wearing something that you did not wear that night took him by surprise.

“You didn’t like it?” You teased, knowing damn well from the way he couldn’t even blink that he fucking loved it.

“Fuck, Y/N. If you wore those on our wedding night I wouldn’t have been gentle to you”

“Who said you were gentle to me that night?”

He shot his eyes up to look at yours and you smirked.

“It’s all for you, Titus. This is your prize” You said, lowly.

He grabbed your neck and forced you to turn around and kiss him. The kiss was hungry, desperate, no gentle whatsoever. You took the opportunity to undress him, starting from his shirt, revealing his broad chest and biceps. Running your fingers all the way down to unbutton his pants, you broke the kiss, running your tongue on Titus’ lower lip and biting it, drawing a growl from him.

His pants fell on the floor and next were his black boxers. When he was finally free, you could feel how this whole foreplay affected him. You wrapped your hand around his cock and it twitched, aching for your touch.

Titus placed one of his hands on your waist and the other on your neck, never breaking the kiss, guiding you to bed, that was now placed in front of the mirror wall.

Smart Titus.

Getting ready to lie down for Titus to have his way with you, he had different plans for tonight.

Obviously.

He would not waste the opportunity to fuck you in front of the mirror again.

And again.

And again.

He sat on the edge of the bed, facing the mirror, you standing up between his legs. As if by muscle memory, you were getting ready to sit on his lap. Until he stopped you.

“Turn around” He commanded and you obeyed.

You could see yourself now, standing between Titus’ legs, him sat down on the bed.

“Now sit on my lap, love”

Complying, you felt his cock pressing hard against your ass, and a moan escaped your lips.

“I want you to watch” He said, voice low.

He placed his right leg between yours and pushed your right leg further apart from the left one, repeating the same motion with the left one until your pussy was wide open for him and he could see it through the mirror, your legs hooked on his to steady yourself in the position he wanted.

You could feel his cock getting harder under you and you just couldn’t wait any longer. You needed him inside of you. Now.

He placed two fingers inside your mouth and you licked them, watching him travel down your body and place them on your clit, sending shock waves of pleasure to your core.

He massaged it, slowly but hard, and you reacted to his touch by leaving a filthy moan escape your lips.

You kept your eyes locked with his through the mirror wall, watching him play with your clit the way he wanted, fastening his pace.

You placed your left hand on his leg to ground yourself, needing some balance while he did what he wanted to you, watching him through the mirror.

Once he stopped playing with your sensitive bundle of nerves, he took his fingers to his lips, tasting you, and then went back between your thighs, inserting them inside your aching core.

You were so soaked he didn’t even need to suck his digits. He would’ve slipped inside shamefully easy. 

And the feeling of being filled by his long and thick fingers made you clench around him, fluttering your eyes shut.

“Open your eyes. Tonight you’re gonna watch everything I’m gonna do to you” He demanded.

The idea of being fucked again in front of a mirror was so hot your whole body shivered.

You could hear the obscene sounds of Titus’ fingers fucking you, watching them go all the way inside until he hit the sweet spot he never seemed to miss.

“Please, Titus” you managed to say amongst the pleasure taking over your body.

“What is it, huh?”

“I need you inside of me” You confessed, throwing your head back slightly.

“I’m already inside of you” He teased, and you could hear the smirk on his lips. “Say the filthy words I love to hear”

“I need your cock, baby. Please” That was a low blow. Calling Titus “baby” always did something to him. He could never say no to you.

“I won’t deny you the thing you want the most” He said, stopping fingering you.

He placed both hands on your waist, motioning for you to lift up so he could align his cock to your entrance.

You could feel his tip and the thought of him inside of you made you bite your bottom lip.

You slid down slowly, adjusting yourself on his cock.

His fingers filled you perfectly, but his cock filled you fully.

He was so thick and hard inside of you, you could feel him everywhere.

“Look at my cock disappearing inside of you” He grinned as you slid down. “See how it fits perfectly?”

You nodded, holding back a moan.

“Your pussy was made for my cock” He held tighter on your waist as you sunk down to the base of his cock, feeling himself to the hilt. “You were made for me” He kissed your naked back.

“I’m yours, Titus… only yours” You moaned, staring to move slowly, head thrown back at the overwhelming feeling of him being inside of you.   

“You fucking are” He said, matching your movements, meeting you halfway. You were fucking him but he most definitely would fuck you back. “Fucking mine” He said, leaving his left hand on your waist and placing his right one on your neck, squeezing it. Hard.

Just like he knew you loved it.

In the two years of marriage, Titus learned a few things about you.

One of them being that you found pleasure in pain.

So squeezing your throat, slapping your ass, pinching your nipples… all of that did the trick for you.

And he was addicted to pleasuring you.

You moaned at the feeling of his hand squeezing your throat, head still thrown back, eyes shut, brows furrowed.

“Look in the mirror” He said. “I built this so you could see me fucking you”. His words were so filthy, this whole scenario was so filthy you could feel that hot sensation building inside of you.

“It’s too much, Titus” You gasped, sinking up and down on his cock, his hand squeezing your throat with every movement. You were gonna come soon.

“I know you can take it” He said, fucking you back. “Take it all, my love”

“God, Titus!” You cried as he hit that perfect spot again and again. “I’m so close”

“I know you are. I can feel your pussy begging to come. Do it, Y/N. Look at yourself in the mirror while I fuck your orgasm out of you”

And that was it for you.

You rode his cock faster and faster, left hand now placed of his on your waist, until you got that hot sensation to spread all over your body, white and fast, your eyes never leaving his through the mirror.

And that sight, that heavenly sight of you in that mirror, coming so hard, watching yourself being really fucked, made Titus fight against the urge of coming with you.

When you came down from your high, head back resting on Titus’ shoulder, him kissing and biting your jaw, he didn’t wait long enough to command you to be on your hands and knees facing the mirror.

You gladly obliged, positioning yourself where he wanted, hands holding tight the end of the bed for balance.

You knew he would have no mercy on you.

Ass all the way up for him, you could see yourself in the mirror, and you could see Titus watching your body on full display for him.

He placed himself behind you, hand smoothing your ass cheek, until he trusted in you with no warning.

You gasped at the sudden connection, the perfect fitting.

Titus was right… your pussy really was made for his cock.

He started trusting hard and fast, without giving you time to adjust to him back inside of you.

With each trust he held tighter on your hip and shoulder, steading himself so he could fuck you properly.

Titus was a vocal man, and you loved to hear the sounds that left his lips every time he fucked you.

That hot sensation was building again, and you knew you were close to your second orgasm of the night.

“Titus…” You managed to say.

“Again, love?” He asked, grinning at the sight of your expression in the mirror.

“Yeah…” You said, panting.

“Good. Look at yourself being fucked properly” He said and you saw your reflection in the mirror, ass up, cheeks bright red, brows furrowed, Titus fucking the air out of your lungs.

Then he slapped your ass.

Really slapped.

The sound echoing through the room.

“You like that? Huh? Tell me you love being fucked by me”

“I… love it… so much, baby. Fuck!” You moaned and he pounded harder, faster and deeper into you.

“You feel so fucking good… Fuck!” He growled

“I’m gonna….” You panted.

“Me too, love. Come with me. Come on. Keep your eyes in the mirror and come with me” He said, placing his hand on the back of your neck, squeezing it hard and lifting your head so you could see yourself.

A few more trusts and you two came together, your walls clenching around his twitching cock.

After you two came down from your highs, Titus pulled you closer so you two could lay down on the bed, your back pressed against his chest, him still inside of you, holding you close, the fireplace keeping the room warm for the two of you to rest.

“Thank you” You said, lowly, after a couple of minutes in silence.

“For what?” He asked, raspy voice, head buried in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent, a mixture of skin and sex.

“For the mirror wall. I know it wasn’t easy for you to change something in here”

“You know I would change anything for you, right? Tear this whole lodge down if it would make you happy”

Titus was a good husband and a good man to you. He wasn’t a man to say sweet words. He showed his love through actions, and you knew this wall was his way of saying that he paid attention to you, he knew you, knew what you liked it and he wanted to do something for you. Make you happy.

“It’s nice to be reminded of it. Thank you” You said, turning your head back, kissing his lips softly.

You snuggled in his arms, and you two stayed that way until both of you fell asleep in each other’s arms, Titus still resting inside of you.

It was the perfect return of your little game.

hold on, guys. sorry, titus keeps calling my phone.

this pic is so husband!titus when he's getting his new portraits taken for the walls of the council grounds. and you're sitting there watching him do these fuck ass poses and you start to laugh at him and he gets all mad and red in the face. then later fucks you while taunting "thought i looked stupid, huh? if i look so stupid why are you this wet huh?"

god he's so insecure i have to bite him

you thought he was being goofy!! because, despite popular belief, titus could be funny. funny in the way that made you laugh because it was unexpected.

so when he showed you the finished portraits, you couldn't help but let a giggle slip past your lips. you thought that it was a silly one that he had taken among the other business portraits, all of which were very poised and had the usual stern glare he gave the camera. really, who could blame you? but it had been a mistake. immediately, titus' face reddened, signature frown deepening into a true scowl. he snatched the portrait away from you and looked it over again.

"what's funny?" he grumbled, brows pulling together as his gaze scoured the paper. you sucked in a breath when you realized your error.

"nothing!" you assured him, crossing over to his side of the table and placing your hand on his shoulder. "nothing, they're...it's really good. very serious." you clenched your jaw to force another wave of humor away. titus glared at you.

"you laughed." he huffed, nose twitching. "what were you laughing at?"

you tried to think of something, anything, to say. "it's just..." you swallowed and itched behind your ear. "um, this one's just different. from the other ones."

"you think i look like a fucking idiot." he tossed the paper onto the table.

"titus, please-"

"no." he shook his head. he turned away and crossed his arms over his chest. "you do. everyone does."

"titus." you rolled your eyes. you were used to his little...well, there was really no word for it besides a tantrum. you rested your chin on his shoulder. "i don't. it just surprised me, that's all. i think you look powerful." you felt his back muscles tense beneath you. after a few breaths, he spoke again.

"really?" he whispered, eyebrow raising.

"really." when he turned to face you, you watched his expression change. his eyes weren't frustrated, but rather held a different darkness. a darkness you knew all too well. he placed a heavy hand on your shoulder and gently lowered you to your knees.

more toxic sleazy ex sammy

sammy was chronically late to everything which pissed you off to no end. custody exchanges, picking your son up from school, and all of his extra curricular things you had him involved in. he was either 10 minutes late or an hour. he was always quick to say 'i have an important job sugar yknow'. your son didn't seem to mind, he was too young still to understand that being late to everything wasn't okay. he was just excited to see his daddy. and sammy would always make it up to him by bringing him a gift or letting him play with the sirens on his cruiser.

today was a prime example of his lateness. you were sat with the other moms watching your son play in his tball game. they were all gossiping about the others, talking about their shitty husbands, and cheering on their kids who could barely hit the ball. you didn't feed into their gossip, just watched your son play in the dirt when he was supposed to be playing first base. "is sammy coming?" one of them hummed to you, a small smile on her lips that had you internally gagging. "fuck if i know," you mumbled, chewing on the piece of gum in your mouth. he had a schedule of your son's games. he'd show up if he wanted, just wouldn't be on time.

the game felt like it was dragging on. little kids playing baseball was only tolerable for so long. "sammy's here," one of the mom's mumbled to you, nodding her head towards the parking lot where the police cruiser was pulling in. all you could do was shrug, keeping your eyes on the field. you could hear the jingle of his keys before he spoke, his annoying presence being sense right beside you. "hi sweetheart," he mumbled into your ear, leaning down to press a kiss to your cheek. all the other mom's snickered, your cheeks turning red. you refused to acknowledge him, it only pissing him off even more. it was only seconds before your son noticed him, coming running off the field to hug on sammy's legs. "hi buddy," sammy hugged to the little boy, picking him up to spin him around. you sighed, moving to stand now with your arms across your chest.

"you're supposed to be on the field, baby. can see daddy after your game," you hummed to your son, sammy only shooting you a glare as he sat your son down so he could run back to the fence. he turned to you now, his teeth clenched together so tight it made his jaw twitch. "why do you do that? just wants to see his daddy," he mumbled to you, your eyes immediately rolling as you scoffed. "he's here to play baseball. if you were here on time you could've seen him before the game," you snapped right back at him, his hand moving to rest on your hip gently. "you know i have to work," he spoke with a fake pout, speaking a little louder so the other parents could hear that 'he was trying he's just soo busy.'

you immediately stepped away, his hand immediately reaching to hook a finger into one of the belt loops of your jeans to yank you forward and back to him. "don't fucking embarrass me in front of these people. let's play nice, yeah?" he mumbled in your ear, a lump forming in your throat. you simply stayed silent, arms crossed tightly over your chest. god he was so annoying. the rest of the game went on miserably slow. sammy playing super dad, talking with the other dads, and flirting with the moms who spoke to him in an attempt to make you jealous. not working.

"your son is cute," one of the dad's who you knew to be single coming up to you as sammy wandered off to talk to some of the other dads. you couldn't help but smile as you looked out at your son before back to the man, a small blush on your cheeks. "oh, thank you. yours is too," you spoke back, the smile never leaving your face as the two of you chatted. what you didn't see behind you was sammy staring daggers into the back of your head, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he watched this man attempt to make the moves on you. pathetic.

"hi, i don't think we've met. i'm officer bryant," sammy's voice cut into your conversation, his hand coming to rest on your lower back. the man was friendly, quick to introduce himself to your ex husband. you knew what game sammy was playing out. who could be the best man. "oh, are you guys together?" he questioned, an eyebrow raising slightly at sammy's hand resting on your back. "yes," sammy spoke immediately, patting your back gently which only caused you to roll your eyes. "he's my ex husband." "we are working it out." "no we aren't." the two of you continued to go back and forth, the man obviously confused and somewhat intimidated.

"it was really nice meeting you. i'll see you around, yeah?" the other father spoke to you before he was walking away. you were quick to swat sammy's hand from your back, turning to look at him with furrowed eyebrows. "you're so fucking annoying, seriously," you spat at him, going to walk away but he was quick to grab your wrist and yank you back to him. "stop trying to get a quick fuck in when i'm not looking," he mumbled in your ear, his grip on your wrist only tightening. you couldn't help the smirk that grew on your lips, snatching your wrist back to him. "i don't do it when you're not looking. i do it when you're busy actually watching our son and you aren't around," you smirked back at him, finally turning to walk away.

pissed was an understatement when it came to his mood.

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Warnings: none! All fluff

✨Pope Cody✨

Pope thinks that any noise while you’re sick is going to kill you. You’ve really only got a head cold, but he basically drags Deran and Craig out of the house by their necks when they start laughing too loud playing pool while you’re curled up watching movies on the couch. Every time he comes to check on you he murmurs so quietly that you have to lean in to hear him

He’s moving constantly, even though you’d rather he just sit with you. Always up to get you another cup of tea or broth, or get your next dose of meds, or clean the kitchen again in preparation for making you dinner

Nighttime comes and you hope that he’ll finally be still, but instead he carries you to bed (you didn’t need it, but who were you to turn down being pressed against his chest?) and tucks you in with a gentle forehead kiss before going back out into the rest of the house, mostly to pace and occasionally stop to stare at the TV

You lay there for a while, exhausted but feeling too lonely and restless to actually sleep. You’re worried maybe Pope just doesn’t want to be in the same room because he doesn’t want to get sick himself. Finally, knowing that just asking him outright is better than laying around wondering, you get up and find him. You’re pinching the bridge of your nose against another wave of headache as you enter the living room

He spins around and looks at you like you’ve come in bleeding from a gunshot wound, rushing over to bend down and look directly in your eyes, searching, framing your face with his hands. “What is it?” he asks, a fraction louder than he’s been all day. “I just didn’t know if you maybe didn’t wanna get sick or something,” you respond, maybe a little poutier than you meant to. He straightens up, confusion clouding his pretty eyes. “Just, since you won’t come lay with me…” you clarify.

If Pope was the kind of person to smack himself in the forehead you think he would’ve done it, based on the look of regret now on his face. “Nonononono,” he mutters, cupping your face again. “I thought if I crowded you, you wouldn’t be able to rest up.” Your answering huff comes out scratchy and weird. “You know I can’t sleep without you as it is,” you tell him, sniffling in loudly against your stupid dripping nose while he turns to grab you a tissue

Communication wins - you’re dead asleep less than twenty minutes later with your head tucked against Pope’s chest and his arm around you tight. He spends the night waking every so often to rub more little circles into your back and shoulders before he drifts back off

⚡️Titus Danforth⚡️

Titus is a HUGE hypochondriac, maybe a tiny bit of a germaphobe too when it comes to illnesses

He called the family’s private physician the second you first blew your nose, coldly staring at the doctor with disapproval when they finally said “it’s just going to have to run its course, sir, rest and fluids are about all you can do.”

He has servants running in and out of your room for two days straight to get you anything you might need, although finally when one dares to tell him “Mr. Danforth, we keep getting sent away without having done anything,” he steels his stomach, straightens his jacket, and enters your room cautiously, turning the handle with just his fingertips and fighting not to hold his breath

You’re sitting up in bed with an open book on top of a pillow in your lap, looking a lot farther from death than Titus expected you to. You raise an eyebrow at him, folding your book shut with one finger left holding your place. “Yes?” you say drily. “Are you…okay?” Titus rumbles awkwardly, looking everywhere but you. “I think I’ll live. You know, I never even took a fever or anything, dear. I’ve been quite fine for the last two days. Aside from being borderline trapped in this room with flustered help and without seeing you.”

Titus clears his throat in mild embarrassment, his brow furrowing. “The doctor said you needed rest and fluids, I’ve been ensuring you get both,” he says, fiddling with his cravat. “Yes, well, I am indeed getting both, and I think I’m past the worst of it,” you tell him. “Now just to recover from the fact that being sick means you can’t even stand the sight of me.” You’re mostly teasing him, knowing well that he worries a lot about catching anyone’s illnesses

Titus’s mouth pops open in indignation. He sniffs haughtily and removes his coat, laying it on the chest at the foot of your bed. He pulls one of the armchairs about four feet from the side of the bed - closer than you would’ve expected him to - and holds out his hand expectantly with his chin raised. “What?” you ask. “Your tome, please,” he says in a teasing tone with a sideways smile, his fake-proud demeanor dropping. This is certainly the closest to self-deprecating you’ve ever seen him

He spends the rest of the evening reading to you, eagle-eyed for when you doze off so that every time you come back around he can rewind to what you must’ve last heard

When he gets a very mild case of the sniffles a few days later, Titus is dogged about the “proof” that his phobia is well-founded. Of course, he doesn’t turn away any of your care and concern, gratefully laying his head in the crook of your neck and letting you pet his back while he naps

💫Dr. Jack Abbot💫

You would’ve expected someone with so much experience around true illness, injury, and even death to be fairly unconcerned about a little cold. You would’ve been wrong. Jack behaves like you’re dying. He’s wearing a mask when he’s at work, passing off any cases that might be anything contagious, terrified he’s going to bring something home to make you worse

Going to work the first day you started to feel a little crappy was immediately, absolutely out of the question. Jack called your place of work himself - you heard his tone sharpening as he told your boss that you’d certainly have a work note

He doesn’t hover to take care of you; he cares for you with the same efficiency he treats his patients, hopping up every four hours like clockwork to take your temperature, refill your drinks, get you food when you want it, and administer meds before he sits back down with you. He lets you move into whatever position feels most comfortable, but his clear favorite is your feet in his lap while he massages your legs

Jack is surprised and bewildered every time you take initiative to want to do an activity or transition to something with a higher level of attention, like turn on your Switch to play Mario Kart, or start another movie - he’s reluctant, too, gently insisting that really you should take another nap or at least close your eyes. You simply cannot get him to engage with anything other than staring at you and touching you, which is how you can feel the depth of his worry

You’re out of work for probably two days longer than you need to be, but Jack surprises the hell out of you and takes those two days off himself, spending them attached to your side in some way or another. You even manage on the final day to get him to try his hand at a couple of video games with you, laughing at the little puppy dog face he pulls every time he falls off a cliff in Tears of the Kingdom

In the movie we got to see two sides to him: the scorned son and clumsy idiot, but also the twin murderer and the cult member willing to do anything to rise to the top.

I can see that transferring to the bedroom.

He may not be this sort of “daddy dom/suave guy”, but he can roughen up his partner if the situation calls for it. I can see him being interested in blood and primal play.

(& if you're someone who has periods 👀 definitely the kind of guy who wouldn't be grossed out, but almost animalistic when he sees his cock covered in blood)

I can also see him as a worshipper. Slow, soft kisses trailing up and down his partner's body; whispered praises in their ear; reverent strokes between their legs. He'd let his partner lead and follow every request.

summary: your boyfriend sammy has no reason to feel insecure about his his weight, so you prove to him that you love the way he looks with some naked reassurance.

cw: MDNI !!!! chubby!sammy bryant, afab!reader, nicknames 'baby' & 'sweetheart', established relationship, talks of weight insecurity/weight loss app, unprotected p i v, creampie <3 wc: 1.3 k

a/n: repost because once this was once taken down by you know who... based on an ask from an anon! to my moots who got to read this already, here it is again teehee <3

sammy always got home later than you did. most times you'd be in bed asleep when when your boyfriend snuck into your shared bedroom after eating one of the home cooked meals you left in the fridge for him.

so it was normal for you to be half asleep by the time sammy quietly pressed a kiss to your forehead, set his things on the night stand, then went to take a shower. it was not normal however, for there to be a weight loss app notification pop up on his phone when you peeked at it to check the time.