Pope Cody didn’t like to wait. An opportune moment, methodically crafted through time, a slip up to wedge his way into an ordeal where he was not welcome. It didn’t appeal to him. He had spent enough time waiting, biding his time, prison, clean up duty for his families piling messes that restricted every positive aspect of his otherwise dim life. You were the only thing Pope wanted, the one thing he wouldn’t wait for. The slim band on your ring finger did nothing to sway his desire, jagged and enormous. He spent his days palming himself with tight shut eyes to the thought of your smile, the high lilt of your laugh to his unfunny stiff humor, cock stirring at the memory of the day's earlier blithe conversation with you. Tugging his hard cock under the steady stream of water steaming the bathroom tile, forehead lulling the cool squares, lips peeling back over his teeth to bite back the stuttered groans that rumbled through his heaving chest.
You would deny it, when he’d crowd you up against one of the shelves of your shop. Your plush inviting lips pulling into a tepid smile as you denied his advances, futile attempts, “Andrew, I can’t, you have to stop,” you’d persist, hand pressed to his chest as he ducked his lips to yours, hardly grazing before your chin swept to the side, his lips smearing against your cheek. You’d shiver when he pressed the tip of his nose to your cheek, fingers furling into the taut fabric of his button down, “You like me,” he’d rumble, against the shell of your ear, thick fingers tugging against your belt loops, “You don’t love him. You like me, I know you do, just want to hear you say it.” “Andrew—” your defenses would halt at the feeling of his fingers dancing the hem of your jeans, fingers clutching tight to his shoulders, but not shoving like you ought to be. His lips graze your jaw, pressing soft feather light kisses to the junction of your throat, words breathed across your hot skin, “Tell me he fucks you better than I do. Tell me you don’t think about me when you’re with him and I’ll stop.”
Your pitchy mewls fill the empty shop, closed sign flipped over the glass while Andrew has you laid flat against your back office table. The creaking wood shivers under the weight of his heavy thrusts, your hair sprawled over the ledge as he tugs your hips to meet his hips, skin slapping in obscene slick noises. Yours fingers paw at his bare chest, clothes stripped off somewhere in a heap in the corner, ring glinting in the fluorescent light, “Oh—fuck, Andrew,” you gasp, his raw sex sinking into your eager cunt, each ridge dragging along your insides in a way that makes your toes curl and air punch from your lungs. The thick head of his dick pushes deeper, threatening to abuse your cervix with each heavy drag of his hips, slamming back against you, balls slapping against your ass. “He’ll never be this for you,” he goads, voice rasping as he yanks your hips to his cock, “Could never treat you the way I do—never love you how much I do. Isn’t that right?” “Never—never, Andrew—fuck,” you garble, his thick thumb seeking your clit with pinched brows.
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kagakuro with a zombie apocolypse AU because why not
But they play basketball ;_;
Give me a pairing, an AU setting, and I'll write you a three-sentence fic.
"I told you you should’ve gone ahead with the rainbow bastards!"
Kuroko’s panting left his torn lips in harsh, ragged steps; his lungs were straining from overuse, just like his legs, and even though the helicopter was just hovering right ahead of them, Kuroko knew he could no longer keep up with Kagami’s pace.
"Kagam-"
Before his voice even left his lips, though, a strong hand reached out towards him and grasped him by the wrist, and for a moment he was flying- and then he was held in the sweat-soaked arms of Kagami as he ran them both away from the frenzied crowd behind them.
"Shut up! Don’t you dare!"
And as Kagami leapt off the harbor, as they were suspended through the air thick with tension just in reach of the ladders from the helicopter, Kuroko realised..
uh I don't talk to them about many things because I don't want to deal with the backlash of not believing a lot of the things they should believe (at least until I'm out of their house anyway)
i is done
m) virgin or not
virgin
b is done
e) my best friend
irl: fidelia
tumblr/online: katie
r) favourite song at the moment
shape of my heart HAHA
l) I can do another insecurity I suppose
I usually remember conversations very well and once the conversation is over I freak out over everything I said and get mad at myself for not saying certain things etc etc
y) do you want to go to college?
I went to uni already, although I would like to go back to school for other courses
