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Andrew wants to cuddle naked with you, but he’s only ever held your hand… / 18+ / MDNI!
Your boyfriend is in love with you, he’s pretty sure he is, but...he wasn’t sure if he was ready to have sex. Or to even be touched. Or even touch you.
Yes, Andrew thought about you touching him, him touching you…he thought about it a lot.
But when you were alone with him for the first time in a long time last month (parties at Smurf’s and grabbing drinks at Deran’s bar doesn’t count), Andrew seemed hesitant. About everything.
Should he reach for the remote control on his coffee table after you just put it there? He wants to turn down the volume a few notches on the TV because the movie is a bit loud or maybe his ears are just sensitive.
Should he grab more popcorn out of the bowl cushioned between you both on the couch? Your hand was already in it and he didn’t want to accidentally bump it and disturb you.
Should he put his arm around you to hold you upright when he noticed you blinking slowly and maybe starting to drift into sleep because old westerns movies weren’t your thing? He didn’t want to overstep. Even though you’d been dating for three months.
And in those three months, he was understanding that intimacy could be a lot of things. It could include his consideration for your boundaries…your consideration for his…holding each other’s hand. Andrew liked to hold your hand sometimes but he didn’t want to overdo it by touching you every chance he could get and seem…needy and make you uncomfortable? Hugs were the same. But he liked entwining his fingers with yours when you walked down the boardwalk after dinner…and he liked when you draped your arms over his shoulders as he slipped his around your waist to hold you for a minute or so on your porch after he dropped you off home.
It was the little things…the little touches…Andrew liked those when it felt right.
But he kept having thoughts…intrusive, maybe inappropriate, thoughts…thoughts that made his eyes pop open in the middle of the night from sleep he desperately needed. Or thoughts that clouded his vision as they played right before his eyes as he sat on his couch and daydreamed instead of watching the nature documentary in front of him.
Thoughts of your body in his hands. His thumbs skimming the small of your back or pressing in softly beneath your breasts to keep you in his grasp. He wondered about the sound you’d make if he held you like that against him while he kissed your lips or your neck. If he had you under him. Naked. Maybe in his bed. If he gripped your wrists like that or maybe your thighs. If you gripped him, too. How gentle or hard you might squeeze his biceps as you felt his muscles wrapped around you…or his back as your palms rubbed down them. You had such smooth, warm palms. He’d feel them when you held hands. The thought of your smooth, warm palm and fingers around his di—
No. Oh, no. That was another intrusive thought. Andrew didn’t want to entertain those kinds of thoughts if he couldn’t make them a reality. And maybe he could…maybe you felt the same? It wasn’t something you both discussed, to be honest. But he just wasn’t certain if he felt ready to follow through. The fantasy of being touched by you, him getting to touch you…he had a fear that it was more fun in his head.
What if he disappointed you? What if he didn’t do it right? Worse yet…what if he was scared to enjoy it?
Touch was complicated for Andrew. For…a lot of reasons he refused to think about for too long. But when he saw you in his mind, cozied up next to him in bed, bare and beautiful, your backside tucked into him as he held you…letting his palms caress over your warmth and listen to you sigh…feeling you pressed to his body, to his...it made him hard. And if it made him hard, maybe he would enjoy it…
At the very least…he just wanted you in his arms. Clothed or not clothed. It was worth a try, he imagined.
“What are you thinking about?” you asked your boyfriend. He was quiet next to you as you drove. He was often quiet, no matter the time of day or activity, but thirty minutes had passed and stoplight after stoplight, mile after mile, Andrew hadn’t said a word. The world outside of your truck was already so silent with it being almost midnight on a Thursday in the mountains.
The R&B station on the radio softly playing “All This Love” was the only other sound besides your tires rolling on the asphalt and the truck’s heater humming. Only another hour or so before you and Andrew reached the cabin you’d spend the weekend in. A late autumn retreat to celebrate your three month anniversary together. But Andrew felt so far away right now and it worried you.
You glanced over at him before looking back at the dark road and saw your boyfriend sitting still, hands clasped in his lap and looking straight ahead through the windshield. A thunderstorm brewing in his eyes that didn’t show a strike of lightning lashing out, no. Just brooding, dark brown trepidation…letting a thought swell in his mind until it reverberated through his body like an omen. You recognized that look.
“Do you want me to turn around? Take us back to Oceanside?” you offered softly. Praying you didn’t sound condescending. It wasn’t your intention. You just knew when Andrew was in a stressful headspace, he liked to be home. Yours, his, didn’t matter. Home was healing for him.
“No,” he spoke up then. Voice gruff and airy like his vocal cords strained to get the word out from lack of being used in the last half hour. But Andrew always sounded like that. Always sounded a bit hoarse, a bit unsure. You understood why, for the most part. But this was still unusual.
“Okay,” you gave gently. You weren’t going to press him. You’d have the entire weekend to talk things out if that’s what needed to happen. So you focused on the road. But Andrew’s voice cut through the quiet again.
“Are we going to have sex when we get to the cabin?”
Your mouth opened but no sound came out. So you tried again, an awkward grin appearing and disappearing on your face. “Um. If you want to? I was, uh, thinking about the hiking trails.”
“And not sex. With me.”
You peeped at him again as you slowed to make a right turn, following the GPS route displayed on the little screen mounted on the dashboard. Andrew was looking at you now. Expectantly. Chin tilted down and eyes low but revealing more of that storm he carried in his mind. You wrung your fingers around the steering wheel as you thought of the best way to answer.
“I think about that sometimes. Oftentimes, actually. But it’s…it’s not something I planned on us doing this weekend. Not unless it felt right.”
“But it’s a special occasion. Isn’t that what couples…do? Celebrate their anniversaries or birthdays with sex, yeah?” You kept your eyes on the road but you could hear the genuine question in his tone. Andrew wasn’t trying to be a wise-ass. He wanted to know what you thought…what you expected of him.
“There are plenty of ways to celebrate our anniversary without sex. I, for one, am looking forward to making s’mores with you over that bonfire pit in the backyard. And bird watching.”
Andrew giggled quietly at that last bit and it made you smile. “What about you?” you asked.
He was quiet again as he gathered his thoughts, all two hundred and twelve of them, and tried to condense them into a coherent sentence. “I’m looking forward to chopping some wood,” he breathed out. “Stock it up for the fireplace to keep us warm. Lounge in front of it with you while I hold you. Naked, if that’s alright.”
“I’d…really love that,” you whispered with a half-grin that quickly spread into a full one when you caught him starting to grin, too, in the corner of your eye. He loved to see you smile…loved the sound of your voice when you added, “I’m glad we packed those big blankets. Perfect to cuddle under, I think.”
The words “hold you...naked” made you both grin again. You’d never cuddled together before, let alone even lay in his or your bed at the same time. The idea of it made you a little giddy because you were tender from lack of touch, too.
It was nothing you’d ever complain about because you loved holding hands with Andrew, hugging him, and spending time with him more than anything else. That was enough. But the thought of sharing a blanket with your boyfriend as your bodies huddled together under it, skin to skin…it was exciting. Nerve-racking. But exciting.
“Would you want…to do more than cuddle?” Andrew blurted his intrusive thought, hoping it wouldn’t freak you out. He kind of freaked himself out and almost balled up his fist to smack himself on the forehead for letting the words escape out of his brain.
“Would you?” you replied. Your boyfriend went quiet again for a moment before you reminded him in a mumble, “I hope you’re not trying to convince yourself that we have to have sex or anything for this weekend to be special…”
Andrew remained quiet because that was exactly what he was thinking.
“We don’t even have to cuddle, you know?”
“No, I want that,” he piped up, almost before you were finished speaking. You rolled to a stop at another light and your gaze drifted over to him to find him already watching you. The red light glowed softly on his face and revealed the storm in his eyes had lulled some. The look that replaced it you were unfamiliar with but it showed a certainty…and a sweetness you definitely recognized. He held your gaze as he said almost under his breath, “I wanna hold you in my arms until you fall asleep. And I wanna kiss you awake tomorrow morning. That’s all I want, if you do, too.”
Your heart flipped in your chest to hear him confess that…especially when you felt his hand cover yours on the steering wheel to take and hold on his lap. There was no one behind you at the light even after it turned green so there was no rush to let go of your boyfriend’s hand and you didn’t want to. Your eyes fell to how he carefully caressed his thumb along yours and it made a smile touch your lips.
“I do. I want that with you, too.”
Author's Note: If you couldn't tell, that scene in Animal Kingdom S2E5 inspired my little drabble because I always felt like Amy was too pushy with Pope to strip and get to the getting...our man is a delicate soul who deserved to go at his own pace. 🥺
idk who this is but hes very much giving young!Titus to me with the chain and black button up and now I can't stop thinking of 27/28yo Titus showing off and peacocking for you at any available moment like this is serious for him ok.
You think 50yr old Titus is persistent this fuck got energy and no ED. Hes showing off during hunts in case you're watching the tv, showing up at your seat later bloodied and red faced from exertion, grinning wolfishly.
"Didja see me out there?" leaning over you, crowding you, smirk on his lips. "Pretty good, right?"
Only to visibly wilt when you hmph all condescending and turn away "Must've missed it...sorry Ti~"
He'll huff and stomp off red eared but don't think ur rid of him yet bc this loser will find you during the party later, shamelessly puts his hands on your hips like you belong to him, pretty eyes pleading and lower lip pouty cause hes sooo frustrated.
murmuring all pathetic in your ear "why're you so cruel to me?" when you're hidden in some old room of the Danforth estate, away from the festivities, like he doesn't love it when you treat him like this.
moaning into ur mouth when you drag him by his chain to crash your lips together, teeth clacking n tongues down each others' throat, him knocking undoubtedly priceless shit off the nearest flat surface so he can lift you atop it, hungry hands hurriedly lifting your skirts up while you tug at his red locks.
"You love me cruel," you're snickering, at his expense no less, gasping when you feel his hard-on settle against your clothed cunt. Your bodice is next, Titus cursing under his breath when your zipper won't budge.
"You're fucking evil," he growls and nips your lips when you mockingly laugh at him again, thumbs grazing and teasing your nipples just how you taught him. His ravenous kisses trace down the slope of your neck and clavicle, his excited grunts getting louder when he reaches the perfumed valley of your breasts. "I thought I was evil but-"
"Touché, darling-" he lifts your leg over his shoulder in record speed, sinking to his knees so he can bury his face between your thighs and feast on your pretty pussy, already drenched for him despite your words. "Make me cum and maybe i'll consider being nice tonight, yeah?"
pope cody who’s used his hands for so much harm that his favorite thing to do with you is use his fingers to make you feel good. so when he's got you naked in his bed while he's still fully clothed, you begging him to strip he can't can help but want, need, to touch every inch of your skin, and work you out with his hands first.
“please,” you squeak, writhing around on the comforter, “andrew… i need you to touch me please,” he lets out a groan at the sight of you, pliant in his hands, begging for his touch. he runs his hand down your body, down the valley of your breast, sitting on his heels, a hand on your inner thigh, spreading you open so your glistening pussy shines up at him.
“fuck,” he groans, bending over your body and kissing you, slow and dreamy, letting your plush lips run over his in a way that makes his cock ache and heart flutter. he cups your breasts in his rough hands, kissing all around your soft tit before finally placing a delicate kiss on your nipple as you whine and squirm beneath him.
he sucks your nipple gently into his mouth while his tongue flicks and teases. he runs his fingertips lightly along your inner thighs, tracing lazy circles that get tantalizingly close to your pussy but not quite touching you where you need him most. you let out a whiney huff of frustration and he finally gives in, sliding in his middle finger with deliberate slowness.
you make a whiney oh as andrew fingers you slowly, curling his knuckle up inside you at an aching pace as your hips rut up against him. you roll your hips up, pushing back on his hand, silently begging for more and he slips another finger inside you making you let out a squeaking sound. he’s curling his fingers upward, stroking your front wall with steady, loving pressure.
the pleasure builds inside you in thick, rolling waves until your hips start moving on their own and your moans turn desperate. he feels your tight entrance pulse around him and groaning at the way which your pussy greedily sucks his fingers back in.
he presses the heel of his palm firmly against your clit, moving his hand in a slow, rhythmic up and down motion, every stroke creating an overstimulating ache throughout your body. he feels you twitch around his fingers, your hips stutter, he keeps fucking you on his hand with aching devotion.
“andrew,” you whimper, “I’m gonna come- I’m gonna come on your fingers- I’m-” your fingers tighten on the duvet and your eyes squeeze shut as your hips spasm. he keeps squeezing in and out of you as you fall apart underneath him into a puddle of moans and breaths.
he fucking loves watching you like this.
“you're so beautiful,” he groans, pulling his fingers out of you slowly, making you wince at the emptiness, placing his fingers in his mouth, licking up your sticky cum.
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HIII your work is amazing honestly and let’s be real everyone needs some pope in their life. I was thinking of like Pope and reader being by the pool and she’s In like a tiny bikini why not? And he’s in some trunks that are low on his waist just showing his beautiful happy trail and reader all like 🤤, so she sees him lay down or smth on the subbed sweaty and is like yep I’m gonna ride that like not his dick just his tummy/happy trail and let’s say the hairs are what she rides and ends up squirting because it’s just so good, and popes all like my horny little bunny. All the while they’re still outside at the pool. TYSMMMMMMM
thank you anon for the delicious request!! if anyone doesn’t know i have such a love for his tummy its unreal!! so anon you were speaking directly to the PEOPLE 🙂↕️💋
MDNI 18+
It was one of those really hot days–like really hot. The heat index was about 90 degrees and despite the want to be inside all day, you and Pope decided to go outside and enjoy some time at the pool. The pool was perfectly chilled and allowed you both a nice haven outside of the house.
Everyone else had better things to do, Deran and Craig were off surfing, J was with someone (not that you cared), and Smurf was off dealing with some business.
Since you both were alone with each other, you had no problem sporting your tiniest baby pink bikini and when you say tiniest, you mean literally thong bikini. The bikini was basically swallowed by your ass cheeks and your nipples were barely covered. You liked wearing it, but you knew there was no way on earth Pope would let you wear it around anyone else.
So what better day to wear it!
You both had dipped in the pool, swimming beside each other, just enjoying the cold chlorinated water. Once you got tired Pope floated over to you in the shallow end and wrapped his brawny arms under your ass guiding your legs to wrap around his waist. He lifted on of his hands from the water and held the back of your neck as he moved his head closer to yours. He pressed soft sweet kisses to your lips, but you honestly needed more.
The way he looked when he stepped out of the house earlier had you so unbelievably horny, and he had no idea. His trunks sat low enough that you could perfectly see the hairs peeking out from his trunks. Truthfully, you’d been following the line of his happy trail the minute his shirt came off. It was something about that spot on his body, just moving back and forth between the navel and the print of his dick that always gave you a buzzing feeling within your body.
And now that he is giving you all the tender touches you want, you need more.
But he’s oblivious to the torture he is inflicting! He has no idea that while he is giving you happy to be near you kisses you are wanting to ride him until the sunsets.
So he doesn’t use these sweet kisses to lead to more. No, instead he pulls away and says, “think i’m gonna lay out for a bit. getting a little cold” and makes his way out of the pool to lay on his towel. In that moment you swore you could have killed him.
The only thing that made up for it was the fact that as he laid out, hands under his head, eyes closed while facing the sun, you could see the water and sweat beading around your favorite valley, making your mouth water.
It was only fair to do something about the stirring that were happening in your panties, he’s the one that cause this!
So you too slowly made you war out of the pool. but instead of laying out, you made your way over to Pope, and mounted him like you’ve been dreaming of this whole day.
You kneeled down, placing both of your knees on the outside of his waist and sat yourself on his tummy.
“What’re you doing?”, he questioned, squinting on eye at you while trying to abound the sun.
“Do you know what you’ve been doing to me all day?” you say, gently rocking your hips into his navel.
“What’re you talking about?”
“This whole day, you’ve been wearing no shirt and now you’re wearing these trunks. You trying to tease me Andy?” his hips lightly buck up as seems relief from the half chub growing in his swim shorts.
His hands slide up from your thighs to grip the fat on your hips, untieing the frilly strings of your bottoms, pulling them roughly and throwing them off to the side. “Wasn’t trying to tease you bunny, m’sorry” His hands then made his way back to your hips and began rocking your hips firmly into his tummy. Your clit was rubbing on his happy trail perfectly, giving you a perfect duality from his smooth tanned skin.
You lean down and give him a peck before moving your head back up. Pope quickly grabbed your head and brought your lips back to his, sliding his tongue inside your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, you body set ablaze by the sensation of your hips rutting into his belly.
“You wanna cum on my tummy angel?” Andrew asks, his voice low and full of lust. You nod, blissed out of your mind. He now sported a full hard-on his shorts, but all he could focus on was pleasing you.
He moved his hands to your tits, he pulled the nylon fabric to the side to reveal your pebbles nipples. He so desperately wanted to lean up and pod each one into his mouth, but he was dedicated in letting you ride his tummy to your hearts content. He settled for squeezing and pinching instead, which still gave you a lovely sensation bringing you closer to your orgasm.
“Andy it feels so–hah–feels so good”. You rut your hips on him faster and faster.
“Keep going bunny want you to cum all over me.” His hands traced up and down your body trying to commit how beautiful your body looked under the sweltering sun to his memory.
He swore that you were the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen, no matter if you were dolled up for a date night or mouth hanging wide open as you snored in bed. But something about how you looked sliding up and down his body, head thrown back, and the slight sheen of sweat veiling your body made you look like the goddess Aphrodite.
Your hips falter at his words, your orgasm right at the edge. As you feel it approach you smash your lips back to his. He swallows each one of your high pitched moans.
He smacks your ass and grunts, “Couldn’t even wait to go inside, such a horny little thing riding me where anyone can see. Cum for me bunny, c’mon.”
You throw your head back as you give your last few heavy ruts on his body.
You cry out, “fuuuck Andy,”. Your pussy tensed under neath his stomach, and your orgasm crashed hard throughout your body, your juices flowed your body onto his.
It wasn’t until you finally came down from your high that you realized that you had squirted, but Pope was very intent on the spurts of liquid your pussy had leaked.
“God that was so fuckin’ hot.” you smiled down at him, eyes hazy from your high. “Need you to ride my face now bun, wan’ you to do the same thing on my face.”
He grabbed you and pulled you inside his room, letting you ride his face allll night long.
“jesus christ,” you mutter dramatically, as if you’re looking at something so obscene.
“what?” andrew stops what he’s working on his table to look at you.
he finds you looking down on something, and he can already guess what it is that got you so astonished.
“nothing, it’s just your ass is just… wow…”
not again
“quit it, won’t ya?” he huffs, turning his back to you once again. this happens almost every day.
not that he’s complaining, of course. he loves that you love every part of him— he just doesn’t see why you fixate on his ass so much in every chance you get.
a brief moment has passed, and andrew feels your hands around his cheeks, giving his cute butt a tight squeeze.
“mmmhm, fits perfectly in my hands like it’s made just for me,” you giggle.
he sighs in defeat, letting you kneed his ass as like its your favorite stress ball.
being the loving boyfriend that he is, he just lets you have your fun, after all, he does the same to your tits whenever he can.
Dinner with the Cody’s and playing footsy with Andrew under the table (you are NOT together) and he’s confused and has those big pleading eyes and pressed tight lips because he thinks you’re touching the wrong brother (maybe Craig is right next to him idk let’s not think too hard about table placement) even tho he likes you and wants you SO bad he wants you SOOOOO bad :(
and he’s trying to move his leg out of your way but you just chase him with your toes with a big smile on your face, looking right at him.
And his mind is racing because WHY would you be touching HIM! Why are you smiling all pretty with big soft eyes at HIM! Why does it seem like your foot reaches higher and higher up his leg ???? And oh no he’s kinda hard and he gets all clammy idk
He just abruptly gets up from the table and declares that he’s done!!!! (done eating) and he goes to his room where he can sit straight up on his bed with his hands nervously flexing at his sides and his dick painfully hard
when you sneak away you find him all squirmy and nervous and you lock the door behind and you ask him why he left and he’s like “did you know you were touching me?”
and you’re like yeahhhhhhh duhhh???? You’ve been flirting with him for weeks??? You thought he would like it??? But you’re so sorry if it made him uncomfy :(
but he’s just baffled (and still hard) that it was HIM that you were PURPOSEFULLY flirting with and he asks again why???? And you’re like ??? Cause you’re hot and always polite and not like. A rabid horny animal like his brothers????
but he kinda feels like a horny animal with the way you got him all hot and bothered and unable to even sit at a dinner table…………
but also he definitely cannot and DOES NOT WANT to say no when you sit on his bed and offer to FINALLYYYY give him a little relief :)
IDK???!))!!!!! Andrew being flustered when flirted with and confused about being wanted but also wanting it soooooooo bad :)
omg yes, yes, yes i love this !! i had thought about this a while back but it slipped my mind, you’re literally in my head. i hope this is good enough for you and thank you for the ask !!💗
you’re in the bathroom, a heavy exhale leaving you as you smooth your hands over your hips. you had gone shopping earlier today with your friends and when they walked into victoria’s secret to browse, you too were nudged along. it’s not like you had an issue with the store, it was just that lingerie was a bit of an unfamiliar concept to you. you’ve never been in a relationship before pope so you’ve never really had the need to buy it or look for it. it was somewhat uncharted territory.
“c’mon, you can buy something for andrew, he’ll love it, trust me.” one of your girls had giggled to you as she tugged your arm, pulling you alongside the racks.
you were suddenly regretting your choice. you had gone for a pastel pink, lacy babydoll with matching panties. cute. pretty. but you couldn’t help but spiral. what if he didn’t like it or thought it was too much? it was your first time wearing something like this for him. you knew you were being silly because this was andrew you were thinking about, the man who had never made you feel anything other than cherished, but your mind was always against you. you check your phone that was on the counter. fifteen minutes had passed since you texted him that you were in the bathroom and telling him to wait in your room for you. he had replied with a simple “okay”. an amused snort leaves your throat as you imagine him obediently sitting on your bed with the rigidness of a wooden board, patiently waiting. and weirdly, that image had filled you with enough confidence for you to switch the light off and step out of the bathroom. you walk until you were stood a few feet away from him, hands joined behind your back as you shift nervously on your feet.
pope’s eyes rake from your face down to your body, slowly tracing each dip and curve exposed by your little see-through dress. his eyes lingered on where the babydoll cut off, just short of the tops of your pretty, thick thighs before landing on your face again. he audibly gulps.
“do you like it?”
fuck, your voice, so sweet and shy, had him biting back a groan.
“like it?” he asked almost incredulously. he could feel himself hardening against his jeans just looking at you.
“i-i love it, come closer, baby.”
you oblige, your nerves melting as you skip over to him with a soft smile until you were standing between his legs. he immediately reaches for you, his hands covering the span of your hips as he buries his face in your stomach, taking a greedy inhale.
“it’s so pretty, y’re so pretty,” he mumbles into the mesh, rubbing his face against the fabric before looking up at you, his chin resting on your tummy.
“did you buy this just for me?” his voice lowers slightly into that tone that made warmth travel to your pussy. you nod slowly and you swear you see his eyes darken before he tugs you down to his lap. you gasp, your hands instinctively finding purchase on his broad shoulders as you meet his unwavering gaze. your breath hitches, your core directly pressing against his hard-on through your sheer panties. the intensity in his stare suddenly dissipates as he pushes his face into your lace-cupped tits with a soft groan. you feel him twitch underneath you and you can’t fight back the smile that threatens your lips.
“fuck, sweetheart…” he takes more needy whiffs, the scent of you absolutely intoxicating as he presses some open-mouthed kisses to your cleavage.
“y’re so pretty, baby, so soft… can’t believe you’re mine.”
why you were even worried in the first place was beyond you as pope continued to lavish attention on you throughout the night.
TITUS DANFORTH PEACOCKING FOR READER PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I LOVE UR WORK PLEASE I LOVE U
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.
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Reader wakes up from a “wet dream” about Pope and she wakes him up by grinding on him and kisses him
you gonna finish? // andrew pope cody
(a/n: hope yall don't mind me posting a few a night. i just do writing sprints and wrote a bunch on my break at work today lol. this one was SO delicous to write. thank you anon!!! this is for my 200 to 2k writing spree, go request something if you haven't already :)
word count: 364
genre: smut (nothing too crazy), mdni!! 18+
The dream clung to you even as you blinked awake in the dark.
In your head, you could still feel Andrew's broad hands gripping your waist, still hear his raspy voice breathing against your ear. Your heart was pounding and your skin felt flushed.
He was right there beside you. Asleep on his back, one forearm slung lazy over his eyes, his chest rising and falling in sleep. You lay there for a second, trying to force the lingering pulse between your thighs to fade, trying to act like a normal person and just go back to sleep.
But looking at him now, the way his face looked in the moonlight, all caution was thrown to the wind.
You shifted closer, throwing one leg over his, testing the waters. He didn't stir, just let out a soft exhale. Boldened, you slid all the way over his thighs, straddling him in the dark. You lowered your weight, letting your hips settle heavily against his center.
When you began to roll your hips in a deliberate grind, the friction sent a shudder right through you and he let out a hum deep in his throat, his muscles instantly tensing under your touch.
"Mm." His arm slid off his eyes, his dark eyes blinking up at you. "You starting something you gonna finish?"
"Go back to sleep." you murmured, refusing to slow, grinding the pressure of your hips against his.
"Not happening now." His voice was rough and raspy. His large hand shot out, wrapping around your hip with a firm grip that pinned you closer, his thumb dragging hard across your bare skin. "What were you dreaming about?"
"Nothing." you breathed, a soft gasp escaping as you tilted your pelvis just right.
"Liar." He was fully awake now, his eyes tracking every slight movement of your body in the dark, his breath hitching as you shifted against him again. "You don't move like that over nothing."
Instead of answering, you leaned down and pressed your mouth to his. You felt his lips curve into a smile against yours before his hands gripped your waist again, shifting his weight, and rolling you both over into the mattress.
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Thinking about it though honestly early season Sammy Bryant isn’t even that chubby really…he’s got a few extra pounds but I think it’s just super noticeable because he’s not absolutely shredded like pope era Shawn.
Really Sammy has kind of an average build. He’s got that everyday 30 something year old dude physique in comparison to absolutely ripped peak performance mma fighter level fitness Pope Cody…or even fit af for 50 hunting humans Titus era Shawn
messy little thought about pope and lena’s friend’s sister!reader
after baz was shot, pope was at a complete loss on how to take care of lena. the only person she seemed to have taken a liking to was your little sister who was around her age and swung on the swings with her whenever he took her to the beach.
pope was, as usual, terrified at the thought of lena being close to someone who was a complete stranger in his eyes. overriding that fear was the fact that he wanted lena to not turn out to be a lonely kid like he was, despite.
so he just sat there most days watching her with some other kid who seemed to not care that lena’s father was six weeks dead. while watching, he realized how he was so fundamentally unequipped at this, that his niece had to find ease somewhere else entirely, because there was nothing in him she could lean her weight against.
he was thinking that when you came up to him, and said, “you’re the uncle, right? lena’s been talking about you. my sister’s been wanting to have a sleepover with her for ages.”
he nodded and tried not to look at you. he wasn’t even sure why. he was ashamed, more than anything else.
pope reluctantly ended up speaking with you to ask for advice, learning that you’d fought tooth and nail for custody over your little sister when your own parents passed.
when lena did finally get that sleepover at your little apartment with your sister, and kept going there more and more nights, you became the first person who made pope feel like he was doing something right, that caring was always the first step and he was doing everything he possibly could. that he could help raise lena and make sure that it was nothing like how he was raised by smurf.
( he’d noticed how he always liked himself a little more after he hung out with you ) ( he also noticed how happy both he and lena were after spending time with you and your sister )
over time, he’d started sticking around to talk with you. you were so far removed from his world, and it felt right to keep lena around you. you’d told him once that you’d do anything to help pope make sure that he gets to keep lena.
so it realllyyyyy wasn’t that crazy when he suggested that you two tell the court you were together. when lena was taken away for a short period of time, they’d put her in a house with a foster sister. pope realized you could give lena that, that lena’d like that more than anyone.
it took you a little convincing, but your love for lena and her uncle had won out. pope simply hadn’t taken into consideration that this arrangement had taken something away from you - the prospect of finding something true.
your little sister had asked you once, in front of him, if you were going to marry uncle andrew.
but he was sure that the two of you could build something out of this, especially because you’d stopped being lena’s friend’s sister a while ago and started being the only person he could stand being around. somewhere in the middle of all of it, he’d started applying the thing you’d taught him without meaning to - that caring was always the first step - to you, too. he just hadn’t figured out how to say that to you without it sounding like another thing he was asking you to do for him, to love him back.
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A year ago, we had a beautiful baby boy, named Adam, whom we lost to poisoning that afflicted my wife because of the war.
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