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21 | aquarius | lovergirl

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★  Criminal Minds  ★

Soup and Sickness - Spencer Reid x F!Reader - Fluff

I Can See You - Spencer Reid x F!Reader - Smut*

Arousal Theory - Spencer Reid x Aarons daughter!Reader - Smut*

Lover. - Spencer Reid x F!Reader - Fluff

Beg - Spencer Reid x F!Reader - smut*

★  The Pitt  ★

Sticky Situation - Dr Jack Abbot x F!Reader - Smut*

"you're wet" - Dr Jack Abbot x F!Reader - smut*

You Oughta Know - Dennis Whitaker x F!Reader - smut*/fluff

★  Animal Kingdom  ★

Enjoy It - Pope Cody x F!Reader - smut*/fluff

Brat Behaviour - Pope Cody x F!Reader - smut*

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Personally, I would slut myself out for Jack Abbot or Pope Cody any day and anytime.

On my knees, hair up. Slobbering all over his dick. Any day, anytime.

On my knees, ass up. Arching it just the way he wants it. Any day, anytime.

On my knees, sat on his face. Ofcourse I’d be his favourite thing to eat. Any day, anytime.

any day, anytime.

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You Oughta Know - Dennis Whitaker

Summary: is it ever casual? You and Dennis have been hooking up with each other secretly for months. Until he ghosts you and you seemingly confront him through karaoke in-front of your coworkers.

Character: Dennis Whitaker x F!Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Content: slight smut - kissing and fingering.

authors note. I could do a part two. Let me know if you all want that. I do apologise if it’s bad. It’s my first time writing for Dennis <3

Song: You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

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It was finally the work party night. Everyone was able to let their hair down and ditch the scrubs. Each person was fun, tipsy and drunk. Yet, you. Drunk, Annoyed and pissed off.

Only trinity knows of your history with Whitaker. Not only is she your best friend that you tell everything to! They live together. So, when she started seeing the way you blushed around Whitaker she started piecing it all together. The biggest confirmation was your bra and shirt on the staircase. Meanwhile, your panties were right outside his door. Later that night, you confessed what you had been up to with her roommate and your co-worker. You giggled as she reminded you to just try and take the clothes off inside his room.

You and Dennis had just got back from a late cinema showing on a rare day off. You had teased him on the car ride back about how badly you wanted to go down on him in the middle of the theatre when you had noticed his hardness. As soon as the front door shut, you were pinned against it. He slipped his hands under your ass and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You moaned as he kissed your neck, sucking on your collarbone lightly. Quickly, you removed your t-shirt to give him access to your chest. He smirked up at you. Feeling his hand snake up your back, he held you with one strong arm and used the other to unclip your bra. You gasped at his trick, your bra falling and exposing your plump breasts to him.

Walking down the hallway, he kissed and sucked on your hard nipples. You moaned at his wet tongue flicking over your sensitive bud. He flashed a grin at you, “you are enjoying this aren’t you doll”.

“Yes Dennis, I need you” you pleaded.

He lowered you outside his door and got to his knees. Reaching his calloused hands up the sides of your legs and under your skirt. You felt his fingers loop around the hem of your thong. Gently, he pulled your panties down.

“This is what I want,” he spoke proudly as his fingers brushed against your wetness. You giggled as he opened the door and pushed you inside his room.

Within the recent months leading to today, your “casual” fucking had fizzled out to nothing. It had began as something to relieve stress, confide in each other and having such a busy work schedule often prohibits finding romance. Within the Pitt people saw Whitaker as a lost puppy. However, you saw him in an entirely different light now. Dennis is a dominant, assertive and protective man. It turned you on just thinking about how that side of him would come out.

You were on shift with him when a trauma came in. Your heart broke seeing the injured man’s pregnant wife cry after being told he didn’t make it. Working in ED is difficult, but sometimes it hits harder some days. To see someone be loved so deeply it reminds you of how hard it is to make connections with others and keep those connections.

“I’m sorry about the patient you lost today,” your sigh wobbled as you held back tears “I hope his pregnant wife is going to be okay”

Dennis froze hearing your sniffles. You weren’t usually a person who showed emotions. You usually kept your upset to yourself. But this time, it just hit hard. You began to realise how much you valued your close connection with Dennis.

“Hey don’t be sad,” he wiped your tears with his thumbs, “the woman is called Amy.”

You sobbed, for some reason knowing her name made it harder. “I hope Amy will be okay” you whispered.

“Her husband had a farm, I told her that if she ever needs help to give me a phone call” he smiled trying to reassure you. You nodded silently before breaking down more.

“I-I am just scared that I won’t have someone who truly l-l-loves me as m-much as she does her husband” your whole body shook against Dennis with heavy sobs.

“Listen” he placed his finger under your chin, softly tilting your head to look at him. “I’ll be here for you forever, I will hold you forever” he kissed your head.

“Until you die?” You sniffled

He smirked and sniggered slightly, “until I die”

So months later of casual fucking and deep late night talks. Countless dates that “meant nothing”. You couldn’t understand why Dennis seemed to avoid you. Each time you went to spend time with trinity, she would tell you she hasn’t seen him in multiple days.

“He’s literally ghosting me” you breathed out with frustration.

Trinity sat on the bench eating dry boxed cereal, “he keeps telling me he is going to this FARM” she rolled her eyes.

Your heart dropped.

“You wouldn’t want to see him anyway, he always stinks of shit when he comes back” she laughed filling her mouth with fruit loops before looking at you.

She could see you looking defeated and puzzled.

“What’s up?!” She questioned, hoping she hadn’t done something wrong.

“That woman. Amy.” You were breathless, “the pregnant woman who lost her husband months back”

“Oh shit!” She placed the box of cereal on the counter before rushing to you. You wrapped your arms around her as tears filled your waterline.

She pulled back and placed her hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft smile “he’s a fuckleberry! You are better than him”

You returned the soft smile. Yet, your happiness felt lost. Although it was “casual”. promises til death aren’t casual. I love you’s aren’t casual. You and Whitaker were not casual.

A few months passed. You were doing better but people started catching wind of Whitaker’s newfound casual relationship. Trinity was the starter of the gossip. She was secretly hoping Robby would hear of it and give him a telling for breaching doctor-patient boundaries. People reacted differently. Some found it weird. Some congratulated him on his confidence.

Yet, he still avoided you.

So standing here tonight, filled with liquor. You now had confidence. Slowly your annoyance for everyone had grown. You were tired of hearing people ask Whitaker of how it started while at dinner. He tried playing it off like nothing was happening. Exactly how you both had played it. Meanwhile, under his scrubs he had your claw marks from the night before down his back as he pounded your tight pussy so good.

It was a karaoke bar and you had cheered Mel and trinity on for singing “bitch” by Meredith Brooks. As they stepped off the stage, you grabbed both of them.

“Both of you were amazing!” You smiled

“Now you are going to be amazing!” Trinity shouted and pushed you towards the stage.

Before you could question her, you were pulled on stage.

“Next up! Y/N performing you oughta know” the announcer spoke and hit play.

You nervously looked out to trinity who mouthed “he’s here” and slyly pointed at Dennis handing the next round out to people.

As soon as the lyrics appeared on screen, you knew trinity had chosen this song for a reason. Dennis was now stood staring at you.

An older version of me, is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre?

You got down on your knees and flipped your hair. Everyone cheered but Dennis as he chugged more of his drink. Yet, he wasn’t running this time.

And everytime you speak her name. Does she know how you told me you’d hold me until you died? ‘Til you died

“But you’re still alive!” Everyone started singing along with you. Blissfully unaware of how their co-worker was awkwardly stood with a stone cold reaction.

Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity

You pointed towards Whitaker and everyone looked towards him. Now they were sharing confused looks among each other. The lyrics settling into place for them. Whitaker gave a small awkward smile and wave.

Trinity cheered from the crowd urging you to carry on. Although she loved you both. You were her best friend and Whitaker had this coming.

But it was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced and are you thinkin’ of me when you fuck her?

“Ohhhkay HR cannot find out about this,” Robby said laughing placing his drink down.

Everyone was speechless. It was finally making sense why the ED had felt awkward when both of you were on shift. Each person realising why they had become a messenger pigeon between you both.

And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back, I hope you feel it. Well, can you feel it?

You winked at Whitaker. You knew in that moment he was reminded of all the heated moments you shared together. The long nights both of you shared were your favourite. He was your favourite.

As the song finished everyone cheered. Dana pulled you in for a hug, “balls of steel to do that girl. You set him right!”

Colour drained from your face as you sobered slightly to realise you just told every co-worker what had happened between you and Whitaker.

“I feel faint” you spoke breathlessly. Each breath was a struggle as your chest tightened. The surroundings sounded quiet and a ringing noise went off in your ear.

“Robby!” Dana shouted noticing how unbalanced you became. You looked around as everything blurred. Before everything went black, you saw Dennis running towards you with a worried expression.

[archermind]

Hey guys! Apologies to keep you all waiting. I’ve didn’t think this would get much traction. The past few days I have been thinking of where I even wanted it to go - the reader and Dennis storyline. I’ve been thinking of how it would play out and why distance was created between them.

I understand I said Friday today. However, I want to know I am putting out what you all deserve and something I am proud of. So if you all give me a few more days to the start of next week - I have work and then I am going to spend a few days with my boyfriend. I will have part 2 to give you!

I know this isn’t the update you all wanted yet. But it’s coming and it will be great!

Pinky swear <3

Lemme know if anyone else wants adding to the taglist :)

Also just something I wanted to speak about too- I’m British so the last episode of season 2 just came out today. Oh how I would love to be on night shift lol. They seem so fun!!

taglist: @laurenjbb @thepittmasterlistblog @hadesnumber1daughter @screechingoversomethingprbly

[archermind]

Warning: anal fingering, p in v, he talks you through it

Not proofread at all, I do apologise if there are any errors.

Word count: 1.7k approx (was supposed to be a short drabble)

Pope Cody loves your ass. Every time you walk by him, he makes sure to slap it. When you are stood beside him, he is grabbing it. In the bedroom, he is trying to soothe the red handprint spank marks by kissing you better.

Pope is sitting on the side of the pool, fresh drink in his hand and sunglasses on his face. Craig and J are wrestling in the pool, while Deran makes drinks at the pool bar for everyone.

Walking out to poolside and flaunting your new bikini. You spot Pope and know that behind his shades, his eyes are locked on you. Pope shifts to adjust his shorts, hoping and attempting to cover the chub he has for you. His mouth waters watching your thighs and hips jiggle with each step. Licking his lips, he watches as you place your towel down on the sun lounger.

Silently, he stands up and walks over to you. Desperate for closeness and to see more of you. You get on all fours, crawling up the lounger before lying down on your stomach.

Pope sucks in a breath, looking at the way your ass calls to him. Black thong swim suit leaving nothing to the imagination. He stands above you, wishing he could sink his teeth into your juicy behind. Like he has done many times before. Just to mark you as his.

One part of him is frustrated. You are walking around, flaunting yourself in-front of his brothers. The other part of him is smug. All of that (you) is his. Pope’s eyes flick over to Craig. Playboy Craig stood with a margarita in his hand, gawking over at you unapologetically.

“Go inside.” Pope orders.

“Popey! I want a tan.” You whine. However, you find yourself standing up with a huff. You can’t resist following Pope’s dominant orders.

Pope doesn’t remove his eyes from Craig as he grabs your towel and wraps it around you. “You want a tan? I’ll take you to a beach” he utters to soothe your displeasure. Pleased with the compromise, you bounce back inside.

You are making lunch for the Cody boys as Craig and Deran come bounding through the door. They are all muddy and dirty. They had been out in the buggy on the dirt roads.

“Go wash up and then you can have lunch” you spoke cheerfully, trying to match their energy and pretend you aren’t grossed out by the amount of filth they are covered with.

“Could you be a babe and clean their buggy?” Craig winked

Deran smacked his chest, “Dude! We will do it later, cmon”.

“Nah I can’t, I have to go get Nicky soon from her friends” Craig sighed, then looked back at you.

You shifted nervously from foot to foot. You didn’t want to let Pope’s brothers down. Softly you nodded and Craig walked off and shouted “knew you were a babe!”

You waved at Deran as he shook his head and gave you an apologetic smile. After they left, you filled a bucket full of soapy warm water. Making a trip to the garage, you found a big sponge. As you walked outside, the black buggy was coated in a thick paste of brown mud.

You looked down and sighed at your light grey sweatpants. You pulled them off of you, not wanting to ruin them with dark mud. You pulled your bandeau top down. Leaving you in a pink swim bra and a makeshift mini skirt.

You got to work. wetting, wringing, wiping. Again and again. Craig had came outside to “work” on his bike. You laughed lightly as he pointed out the amount of work you had to do.

“It is very dirty” you giggled lightheartedly.

“What can I say? I just like getting dirty sometimes” Craig shouted, making sure you heard his point from across the front yard.

You were oblivious to him. Leaning over the front to try and get all of the dirt clean. You propped your leg on the buggy front to try and give you a boost.

Craig watched as your mini skirt rode further up your thighs and he could see a slither of-

hot pink was the first thing that Pope saw when he spotted you cleaning his brothers buggy. Safe to say the next thing was red, when he spotted that very brother perving on you.

Silently Pope walked over to Craig, placing a hand on the scruff of his neck. With Craig in Pope’s grip, he gulped with fear, knowing he had being caught.

“You liking that view?” Pope hissed into Craig’s ear.

Both of their eyes not leaving you.

“Bro, I was just making sure she did a good job” Craig responded with a quiver in his voice

“She shouldn’t even be doing that job” Pope growled, “besides she is mine. Not yours. Remember that”

Roughly Pope threw Craig away from him towards the door. Mouthing him to fuck off. As he walked up to you, his cock began to swell. You could perfectly see the curve of your ass stretching the bandeau top very thin. A hot pink lace popping through. The sliver of pink just covering your intimate area. To be vulgar, he licked his lips seeing how the fabric clung to the shape of your pussy.

The hot pink drove him crazy. It’s like you wanted your perfect ass and pussy to be seen.

You yelped in shock as you felt someone pressed against you from behind. As soon as you felt the hand grip a handful of your ass. You smiled.

“Popey! You are back!” You squealed jumping into his arms.

Softly you moaned, feeling Pope’s hand push your back down further into an arch. His hand ran past your shoulder blades, pressing your head into the soft pillow and grabbing a fist full of your hair.

“You are going to take my cock” Pope growled, slapping the cock on your back between your spread ass cheeks. “n’ you are gonna take it like a pretty girl”

You whined, feeling him push his cock down and press between your folds. Gently, he eased the tip of his thick cock into your tight pussy. Pope let out a loud breathy groan, feeling you stretch around him.

“That’s it pretty”, he threw his head back as he eased further into you. “Little bit more now, cmon you can do it baby”

You let out a gasp, feeling more of his length fill you up. He stayed still allowing you time to breathe. Pope was a big boy and knew this. You had got better at taking him, he had got better at being patient.

“Good girl,” he stroked your temple with his thumb. “ima start movin’ now baby”

You breathlessly let out a ‘yes’. Nobody wanted this more than you. You loved sex with Pope. He worshiped your body and you. But he worshipped that ass especially.

The room was filled with the sound of skin slapping and moaning. Pope thrusted into you rhythmically, knowing this was how you liked it. Pope was constantly learning more things about you. As were you, learning about yourself.

You were a mess of moans, feeling cockdrunk already. Pope moved his hand to muffle your mouth. The house was full with everyone. He couldn’t let them know he was ruining you, innocent you. Pope pushed a thumb into your mouth and you instinctively hollowed your cheeks to suck on his thumb.

He could have came undone at that very second. You were a vixen in the bedroom. Pulling his thumb from your mouth with a POP! He smirked knowing what he wanted to do to you next.

You whined as he picked up speed, pounding into you.

“How about we try something new baby, huh?” He asked.

You bit your lip and let out a sigh, you trusted Pope. But when he pressed his sucked thumb on your asshole you instinctively jolted forward.

“Pope!” You exclaimed still having him buck his hips into you

“Relax” He spoke trying to hush you and calm you down, “you’re gonna like it pretty girl”

You breathed slow, focusing on relaxing and enjoying him. As he felt your body go less tense, he slowed his thrusts and spit on your ass. Rubbing the spit around your hole. He moaned as he pushed his thumb into you.

“Oh my fucking god, p-p-pope” you cried out. Two different sensations taking over your body. One familiar. One unfamiliar. Both like ecstasy.

“I want you to rub your clit for me” he ordered you.

“Yes d-da-daddy” your speech broken, you were a mess.

“Fuck, you take all of me so good” he whimpered, “you are such a pretty whore”

Bucking his hips faster into you, your moans became louder. His cock kissing your cervix with each thrust. Asshole stretching around his wet thumb. Clit aching from your small fast circles.

“I’m gonna c-c” you couldn’t even get the words out. You were struggling so much. Completely lost with pleasure.

“Cum for me beautiful” Pope used his other hand to spank your asscheek. A red raw hand print already forming.

You came undone under him. Removing his thumb from you. Both hands gripped your hips, pulling you into him hard and fast. Quickly, he pulled out and you let out an animalistic whine from the loss of his thick cock from inside you. In seconds, he rested his dick against your parted asscheeks and strings of white cum ejaculated from his red twitching tip. Coating your back and ass in his juices. You hummed in joy feeling your back go warm from the amount of release he had.

“Damn you are a masterpiece” he exclaimed as he looked at the mess you were in. Before you could respond or form a thought, he took a picture of you. Ass up. On display for him.

authors note: damn. I’m so sorry. I got carried away so much.

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Thinking of Jack Abbot reacting to reader getting her period:

Grabbing two plates, you finally plate up breakfast for you and Jack. You love waking him up each morning to a nutritious breakfast. Especially, knowing when he is at work he rarely gets time to eat nice food. Caring for Jack is something that fulfils you. The praise that comes with it from him is a bonus extra.

You enjoy walking into the room with the breakfast tray and seeing him stretch awake, his muscles flexing as he does so. If you could take a bite of him, you would.

This morning was different. You hummed walking into the room, shocked to find him awake. He was sat on the edge of the bed putting on his prosthetic leg. Usually, you both eat in bed then laze around for an hour or so.

“Good morning beautiful” sleepily, he smiles at you.

You place the tray on the nightstand and your brows furrow. You watch as he stands up, walking toward you. Planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Are you okay Jack?” You ask confused.

“m’ fine baby” he pulls back your sheets, placing them in a pile on the floor.

Your eyes widen at the bright red stain on your side of the bed. Quickly, you rush to the bathroom and slam the door. Waking up this morning, you didn’t feel anything. Usually your periods were regular too.

A knock sounded at the door. A concerned Jack on the other side. He was confused as to why you ran off.

“Are you okay?” He asked, head resting on the door.

“Um, yeah. I’m sorry for ruining your sheets” you spoke softly

“Screw em, we will just buy new ones” he laughed lightly trying to ease the anxious spell that came over you.

You winced. Embarrassed that he has to go out of his way to get new sheets. You shifted foot to foot, mentally cursing your flo app.

“You don’t think I’m disgusting do you?” You asked, placing your head in your hands.

“Baby, it’s blood” he laughed, “I don’t know if you know this but your boyfriend is a doctor”

He felt the handle turn and watched as the bathroom door opened to reveal a very stressed you. Without hesitation, he pulled you into a tight hug. Softly placing a kiss on the top of your head.

“As your doctor, I think we will treat this with a warm bath, dark chocolate, and rest” he smiled at you.

“We need to do the sheets first” you whined.

“I need to do them,” he spoke with authority “but first!”

You yelped in shock as he picked you up and placed you onto the bed. Climbing onto of you, he placed gentle kisses across your chest, neck and jaw. You giggled, as his stubble brushed against your soft skin.

“I know of a way to treat you” he whispered into your ear

“But Jackie, we need to eat breakfast” you moaned as he lifted your sleep vest up and caressed your breast.

“Fuck breakfast” he growled, “doctors orders”

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I hate the mischaracterisation of Dennis Whitaker.

Dennis Whitaker isn’t a fragile baby. That man is such a secret dom. Friendly and sweet to everyone else. Yet, to you he is authoritative and demanding. In a sense that he knows what he wants.

He’s so domestic and would also do anything for you. Cooking, cleaning, handywork. You don’t even have to lift a finger when he is around. When he isn’t, it painfully frustrates him that you have to ‘get your hands dirty’

He loves bringing you everywhere he is. You both have that kind of love where you are best friends too. Both of you are suckers for a routine. You listen to all his farm stories and watch multiple animal documentaries together. Multiple exchanged baby animal TikToks.

“Awe den look at this one!” You squeal

He looks and it’s a small kitten falling into milk crying. He smiles. You frown staring at the screen. You quickly look at him then back to the whining kitten. “Kind of looks like you! I’m sending this to Trin”

His coworkers adore you and always want you around for work parties and get togethers. You constantly hear new stories of Dennis on shift. You smile knowing you have the most perfect and caring boyfriend.

Dennis Whitaker is a munch. He loves going down on you. Kissing your stomach and trailing love bites up your inner thighs. His tongue focuses on your clit while he listens to how you react to each lick, suck and nibble he takes. Gently, he circles your clit with his thumb. Pushing his tongue into you and fucking you like that. He loves tasting you.

Often he picks you up and throws you around into any position he wants you in. Making sure to leave gentle kisses on your body and caress your curves. As he wraps his hand around your throat - “sweetheart, you are so pretty”

That midwestern charm brings you to your climax every-time. Dennis Whitaker, your strong dominant farm boy.

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Jack Abbot would let you use his own dick as a dildo. Knowing the age gap between you both. You always have a higher sex drive. You are so needy and whiney. Jack has no issues with letting you get off on him.

He would gently brush the hair out of your face as you rode him because all he wants is to see how much you enjoy yourself.

He doesn’t even care about his own pleasure. Jack reminds you multiple times - “do it for you babygirl” in a hushed soothing tone.

Sweet nothings leave his lips as you let out small whimpers. Jack focuses on complimenting and praising you. You are so beautiful. Look how well you take all of me. You are mine.

When you get close to finishing and your legs become shaky, he knows to buck his hips up into you. Then when you finish hard, he holds you close. Jack would tell you how proud he was. No matter how sensitive he was - he would let you ride your high out.

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Brat Behaviour

Summary: Pope Cody has been working away on a job with his brothers for a few months. When he gets back, there is only one way he wants to celebrate. It is a shame he has such a bratty girlfriend.

Character: Andrew Pope Cody x F!Reader

Word count: 1.4k words

Content: p in v, fingering, knife play, using underwear as a gag.

authors note. Not proofread at all. Not AI - i use ‘-‘ to easily add ideas. Hoping this is okay, lemme know your thoughts. Reblog if you like or feel really nice <3

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Your hands run over your tight red dress that hugs at your curves. The one that pope had bought you for your first real date together, over a year ago. Slowly, you twisted and turned in the mirror - reminiscing on how nervous he was giving the dress he specifically chose for you.

“You just deserve to be spoilt,” he spoke as you smiled holding the dress up to your body. You jumped into his arms and he held you tightly with surprise.

“Oh I love it Andy!” Looking at him, you had a twinkle of happiness is your eyes. Gently you pulled him closer and kissed him.

Pope had been away for a few months, working on his biggest job yet, with the other Cody boys. Only this morning did you hear from him, you had missed the sound of his raspy voice. The job went well - this meant it was time for them to come back and party. Hard work does deserves a celebration after all.

This was why you were slipping into the expensive red bottom heels Pope had bought you - “just because I wanted to, that’s why”. Although you protested, he wouldn’t take no for an answer. Pope Cody was a very stubborn man, but he was your stubborn man.

As you spritz yourself in your vanilla perfume, the one Pope likes the most. You hear the front door open and the sound of Craig and Deran’s hooting and hollering. You felt your chest beating fast as the door to the bedroom clicked open gently. Excitement buzzed in your veins as you saw Andrew step into the room.

“Hey Andy baby” gently you spoke to him.

Slowly you strutted up to him, heels clicking with each footstep. You smirked watching his soft eyes focus on your curves. He licked his lips as he watched the way your hips swayed teasingly.

Pope’s hand went to his jeans, pawing at his hardness. He gulped as you stroked his bulging bicep. Your hands found themselves reaching for his soft auburn curls. Suddenly, Pope gripped your wrist hard and pulled you into him fast. As his foot kicked the door shut, his lips found yours with greed. The kiss was heated with lust and want. You whined at the loss when he pulled back.

“We need to go celebrate with the others” you spoke with a hint of fear. You had never seen pope this way. His calloused hand gripped your hips hard as looked at your body hungrily.

“No we don’t” he smirked, “your body is my prize”

Quickly he spun you around, gripping your hands behind your back and pushing you onto the bed. You landed on your front and felt pope lean over you. Gently, he moved your hair to one side.

“Are you going to let me have what I want princess?” He whispered to you.

With a smirk, you responded with a simple “no”

The growl that came from deep within his chest was animalistic. You knew it frustrated him when you were bratty. Yet, you wanted to see how bad he wanted you. You felt your heat become slick at the thought of what he was going to do to you.

He hummed as he reached into his jean pocket, pulling out a pocket knife. You gasped as the blade flicked open. However, you trusted pope.

“I’ll show you what happens to brats like you” he grunted. In one swift movement he placed the sharp small knife at your cleavage, pulling down and cutting the top of the dress open. Your naked breasts were exposed to him. Nipples hard with arousal.

“I liked this dress Andy!” You pouted.

“I liked you submissive sunshine” he responded.

you moaned as his lips sucked on one of your nipples. Tongue swirling the sensitive bud. Gasping at the feeling of his rough fingers pinching the other. You felt an ache between your legs as his warm mouth marked your tits. Deep red love bites littered everywhere. You were his - this was his claim.

“Are you going to play nice now princess?” He questioned you with his brow raised.

You giggled, shaking your head. Challenging him would be your worst decision. You watched him grip the knife again. This time cutting the fabric of the dress between your legs up to your waist. A black lacy thong greeting him - one that your swollen pussy had soaked already. Teasingly his thick fingers stroked the fabric. You squirmed beneath him. Desperate to feel them inside of you.

“Please I want you Andy!” You threw your head back at the feeling of light friction against your clothed clit.

“Beg for it princess” he ordered.

“Please Andy!” You desperately pleaded, “I’ll be good I promise”

Shaking his head, he tutted, “you had your chance to be good”

You felt the air hit your core as he cut the thong from your body. Bucking your hips, you whined at the loss of his fingers. Your jaw fell slack as you watched him pull the thong to his nose. He inhaled deeply as his eyes rolled back. You were his girl and the smell of your desperate pussy drove him wild.

With your jaw open, he saw this as his chance. Balling the thong, his fingers pushed the fabric into your mouth. Your eyes widened as the lace filled your mouth.

“That’s better” he smirked, “can’t be a brat with your mouth full”

Your eyes rolled back as his thick fingers pushed their way into your dripping cunt. You craved the fullness inside you. He pumped them in and out of you at a smooth rhythm. Watching you become a mess was his favourite thing. She’s such a beautiful fucking mess

Andrew felt his thick heavy cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. Quickly, he unzipped his pants and pushed them down his thighs. You watched as he pulled his big cock out of his underwear. Your hips bucking at the sight - like a cat in heat - you were so desperate for him.

You needed all of him inside of you. Disobeying pope’s orders you pulled the thong from your mouth. Letting out a strained whine. “Please I need you so bad”

I love hearing her desperation

“Did I give you permission to speak?” he barked

You yelped as he flipped you on your front. So needy for him, he watched as you arched your ass to him. You displayed your puffy warm pussy to him. God she is so beautiful like this

Your soft needy whines turned into incoherent cock drunk slurs when he pushed his entire length into your tight cunt.

Pope let out a breathless “Fuckk”, as he felt your walls clench around him. This was a feeling he had missed. You. Everything about you.

Rhythmically, the headboard banged on the wall with each thrust. The thrusts were deep and hard. You could feel the head of his cock kissing your cervix with every movement. You salivated at the feeling of being used by pope. You knew he had needed this. You could tell by his strained whimpers.

“Hgnn yes yes!” You uttered cock drunk, “I love it so much Andy!”

The thrusts picked up speed. You felt his grip on his hips move to grab your ass. He spread your handprint bruised cheeks allowing himself to nuzzle his cock deeper into your pussy.

You gasped at the fullness you felt. Each time pope thrusted his balls slapped your clit. You were a mess. You were his mess. Makeup ruined from your tears of pleasure. You cried out, “fuck f-fuck I’m going to cum andy!”

You spilled over the edge. Pope’s hand went to your hair, he pulled you up off the bed and thrusted up into you. Holding you close, his cock hammered into your swollen tired pussy. The way his hips were becoming more sloppy, you knew he was close. His breaths becoming strained.

“Cum for me sweet boy” you uttered

Fuck

In seconds he came undone. You felt his warm sticky cum fill your small pussy. You smiled, missing this feeling. Gently, he kissed your shoulder.

You turned to look at him, “Andrew, I love you”

Popes heart could have gave out right then. It was so full of adoration and love for you. He hadn’t felt this way about anyone but you.

“I love you”

[archermind]

Just heard the entire two episodes of yes, chef. I was not prepared. Totally did not think it would be THAT spicy. I ENJOYED EVERY SECOND!

Shawn Hatosy. Oh the man you are.

[lovaeir]

no thank you just pope cody, oh can i get some pope cody on that please? no thanks just andrew cody, nope that’s all just the pope cody, can i get some-GUNSHOTS

it gets to a point and i think im fucking there because he’s all i think about

[archermind]

I just want to be arching it like a good girl for Pope Cody.

[romantic-insomniac]

manipulative pope cody + ‘wanna see your face on camera’ + sex tape drabble :3

this one’s for real ogs who said they wanted more @dirtygir1 @saqes0 @nowimconvinced @mast3rbait3r @obsessedhoneycomb

*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !

pope is getting sick of using just your panties to satisfy himself when he’s away from you for a few days.

for months he’s tried to convince you to let him film the two of you. wether it’s you on your knees, him on his, or you spread wide beneath him. every. single. time. you say no. something about being nervous to show your face on camera or something? he doesn’t really care. he never actually listens when you deny him and give him your reasons. he just starts to come up with a way to get you to comply.

and he’s finally done it!

well, partially. him and his brothers leave tomorrow to go down to mexico for at least a week. he put on a fake pout that he knows melts you instantly and pretended to compromise about you being turned away in doggy while on camera. you only agreed because it’s a shitty cam corder that he found underneath his bed. not a phone or something that can send the tape around easily.

popes not worried though. not when he’s thrusting so deep into you already that you’re moaning his name and arching as far back as you can go. he’s taken you from the back for a while. made sure to work his chubby fingers on your clit so you’ve already come once. shifting the camera trained on your jiggling ass since the second you got on all fours, he decides to finally be done pretending that he’s gonna let you hide your face from him.

you whine when he suddenly pulls out. his rough words snap you out of your mewling protests. “cmon. flip over.” pope's free hand palms your hip to move you but you drop to your stomach and bury your face into the sheets. “i can’t! my face andy… i can’t.”

he huffs behind you, about to forcibly flip you over despite your objections. but even he knows that’s too far. that you’d never let him get you naked again. so, he tries a different method. one that you taught him you like. one that he learned just for you and to use when he wants you to do something. words.

pope lies down overtop of you, pressing his chest to your back. he starts to place strategic kisses in spots he knows makes you shiver. “you’re just so sexy.” he kisses your spine and you inhale sharply. “ ‘nd make all these pretty faces when ‘m inside you.” then your shoulder blades as you whimper. “wanna be able to watch it back. wanna see your face on camera when i make y’feel good.”

once he gets to your neck he licks allll the way up to your ear. he makes sure his breath fans your lobe until goosebumps appear on your skin beneath him. “i make you feel good, don’t i?”

“yes- s-so good.” from the way you instinctively arch at his words, pope can tell your resign is fading. when you bring a hand behind you to blindly claw for his waist, he tries not to gloat. “cmon then sweetheart. flip over for me, yeah?” you wiggle your ass against his cock and you both shakily breathe for a second. you glance back at him, gnawing at your bottom lip. “ ’s just for you, right? you... you won’t show anyone?”

pope tries not to roll his eyes. because obviously he would kill anyone else if they saw you like this. but he sticks with what he knows will work with you. he gently kisses your sweet lips. “course honey. youre mine. 's just for me. promise.” you blink at him through lovely lashes. once he grinds his fat tip against your weepy hole to make your eyelids flutter slightly, you cave. “yea- yes. okay. i-i want you to see it too andy. 'm yours.”

he bites back a giddy ‘fuck yes’ and guides you to roll over wordlessly. he kisses you deeply when he finally feels your tits against his chest. slowly shifting himself between your spread thighs. pope raises the camera up as high as he can so that when he thrusts easily back into your tight heat, he gets the way your eyes roll back and your jaw slackens in pleasure from the generous stretch of him on film.

and he gets it all on camera. from the way you moan his name, to the way your back arches involuntarily when he pushes as deep as he can and grinds his hips in a slowww circle. he wishes he could focus enough to zoom in on the way you suck him in, but he’s grunting and groaning "fuck you feel s'good" while trying not to come too early as he feels your warmth grip him so fucking tight.

when he pans the camera down to record where he’s plunging into you and the way you’re taking his thick cock so perfectly, you squeal and hide your face in embarrassment. “andy! don’t- ohhh god- that’s too much!” pope covers his scoff of annoyance with a groan and presses hot kisses to your neck. effectively shutting you up.

he yanks both your tiny hands from your face with his free one. focusing his body on balance as he presses all his weight into holding them above your head. while his mind focuses on the other hand that grips the camera to stay angled at your soaked pussy.

“shhh shhh- yer beautiful sweet girl. ‘s like you were made for me. takin’ this dick so well..” he feels you clench around him and prays that his shitty camera caught the reflex. “oh you like that? hearin’ how well you take me?” he groans and picks up his pace, your ankles cross almost as tightly as you’re squeezing his length at his back. you’re not even hearing his words anymore. your eyes are glazed over as you nod and pulse around him while pope talks you through it. “y'know i wanna watch it later. wanna see- fuck- how well this tight pussy takes me. always sweetheart. always.”

you’re thrashing your head back and forth, whimpering for him. “oh andy! feels sogood- don’t stop- ohgoddontstop!” he bites his lip as he brings the camera to your pretty face when your eyes squeeze shut. pope feels your thighs start to shake around him and your breathe start to hitch beneath him. “say my name when you come-hmmhf- want it. want it on camera.” his words along with his repetitive thrusts have you shuddering, coming undone with a yelp. creaming all over his pelvis and even down his thighs. he really really hopes the sound of you crying out his name is louder than the wet slapping noises echoing throughout the room while he fucks you through your orgasm.

a wave of primal satisfaction washes over pope at the fact that he got you finishing on his cock on camera. “beg for it.” he rasps, needing to hear you pleading for his come on camera. and oh god you do. you're so cock drunk at this point that your whines for him to finish inside you are slurred and almost incoherent. over and over and over. “please fill me up- please i want it so bad! wantit wantit wantit-”

your desperate cries in his ear and thinking about watching this exact moment in some crappy hotel in mexico instead of just using his imagination, is enough to have pope reach his own peak. he ruts his hips as far as he can and bites at your chest and neck as he spills deep inside you.

you both lie there breathlessly, boneless and satiated while you come down. he drops your hands and you hum as your run your fingers all over his back gently. after a minute or two he hears a faint beeping.

when he realizes it’s the camera battery about to die, pope pulls out of you and makes sure to zero in on his come seeping out of your pussy before he ends the video. then checks once, twice, three times that it saved <3

[groovyangelkisses]

all i’m saying is that if pope cody was mine, his tip would be perpetually covered in spit. that’s all i’m saying.

[archermind]

Preaching what cherry said!

[archermind]

You Oughta Know - Dennis Whitaker

Summary: is it ever casual? You and Dennis have been hooking up with each other secretly for months. Until he ghosts you and you seemingly confront him through karaoke in-front of your coworkers.

Character: Dennis Whitaker x F!Reader

Word count: 1.6k words

Content: slight smut - kissing and fingering.

authors note. I could do a part two. Let me know if you all want that. I do apologise if it’s bad. It’s my first time writing for Dennis <3

Song: You Oughta Know - Alanis Morissette

Masterlist

It was finally the work party night. Everyone was able to let their hair down and ditch the scrubs. Each person was fun, tipsy and drunk. Yet, you. Drunk, Annoyed and pissed off.

Only trinity knows of your history with Whitaker. Not only is she your best friend that you tell everything to! They live together. So, when she started seeing the way you blushed around Whitaker she started piecing it all together. The biggest confirmation was your bra and shirt on the staircase. Meanwhile, your panties were right outside his door. Later that night, you confessed what you had been up to with her roommate and your co-worker. You giggled as she reminded you to just try and take the clothes off inside his room.

You and Dennis had just got back from a late cinema showing on a rare day off. You had teased him on the car ride back about how badly you wanted to go down on him in the middle of the theatre when you had noticed his hardness. As soon as the front door shut, you were pinned against it. He slipped his hands under your ass and lifted you. You wrapped your legs around his waist. You moaned as he kissed your neck, sucking on your collarbone lightly. Quickly, you removed your t-shirt to give him access to your chest. He smirked up at you. Feeling his hand snake up your back, he held you with one strong arm and used the other to unclip your bra. You gasped at his trick, your bra falling and exposing your plump breasts to him.

Walking down the hallway, he kissed and sucked on your hard nipples. You moaned at his wet tongue flicking over your sensitive bud. He flashed a grin at you, “you are enjoying this aren’t you doll”.

“Yes Dennis, I need you” you pleaded.

He lowered you outside his door and got to his knees. Reaching his calloused hands up the sides of your legs and under your skirt. You felt his fingers loop around the hem of your thong. Gently, he pulled your panties down.

“This is what I want,” he spoke proudly as his fingers brushed against your wetness. You giggled as he opened the door and pushed you inside his room.

Within the recent months leading to today, your “casual” fucking had fizzled out to nothing. It had began as something to relieve stress, confide in each other and having such a busy work schedule often prohibits finding romance. Within the Pitt people saw Whitaker as a lost puppy. However, you saw him in an entirely different light now. Dennis is a dominant, assertive and protective man. It turned you on just thinking about how that side of him would come out.

You were on shift with him when a trauma came in. Your heart broke seeing the injured man’s pregnant wife cry after being told he didn’t make it. Working in ED is difficult, but sometimes it hits harder some days. To see someone be loved so deeply it reminds you of how hard it is to make connections with others and keep those connections.

“I’m sorry about the patient you lost today,” your sigh wobbled as you held back tears “I hope his pregnant wife is going to be okay”

Dennis froze hearing your sniffles. You weren’t usually a person who showed emotions. You usually kept your upset to yourself. But this time, it just hit hard. You began to realise how much you valued your close connection with Dennis.

“Hey don’t be sad,” he wiped your tears with his thumbs, “the woman is called Amy.”

You sobbed, for some reason knowing her name made it harder. “I hope Amy will be okay” you whispered.

“Her husband had a farm, I told her that if she ever needs help to give me a phone call” he smiled trying to reassure you. You nodded silently before breaking down more.

“I-I am just scared that I won’t have someone who truly l-l-loves me as m-much as she does her husband” your whole body shook against Dennis with heavy sobs.

“Listen” he placed his finger under your chin, softly tilting your head to look at him. “I’ll be here for you forever, I will hold you forever” he kissed your head.

“Until you die?” You sniffled

He smirked and sniggered slightly, “until I die”

So months later of casual fucking and deep late night talks. Countless dates that “meant nothing”. You couldn’t understand why Dennis seemed to avoid you. Each time you went to spend time with trinity, she would tell you she hasn’t seen him in multiple days.

“He’s literally ghosting me” you breathed out with frustration.

Trinity sat on the bench eating dry boxed cereal, “he keeps telling me he is going to this FARM” she rolled her eyes.

Your heart dropped.

“You wouldn’t want to see him anyway, he always stinks of shit when he comes back” she laughed filling her mouth with fruit loops before looking at you.

She could see you looking defeated and puzzled.

“What’s up?!” She questioned, hoping she hadn’t done something wrong.

“That woman. Amy.” You were breathless, “the pregnant woman who lost her husband months back”

“Oh shit!” She placed the box of cereal on the counter before rushing to you. You wrapped your arms around her as tears filled your waterline.

She pulled back and placed her hands on your shoulders, giving you a soft smile “he’s a fuckleberry! You are better than him”

You returned the soft smile. Yet, your happiness felt lost. Although it was “casual”. promises til death aren’t casual. I love you’s aren’t casual. You and Whitaker were not casual.

A few months passed. You were doing better but people started catching wind of Whitaker’s newfound casual relationship. Trinity was the starter of the gossip. She was secretly hoping Robby would hear of it and give him a telling for breaching doctor-patient boundaries. People reacted differently. Some found it weird. Some congratulated him on his confidence.

Yet, he still avoided you.

So standing here tonight, filled with liquor. You now had confidence. Slowly your annoyance for everyone had grown. You were tired of hearing people ask Whitaker of how it started while at dinner. He tried playing it off like nothing was happening. Exactly how you both had played it. Meanwhile, under his scrubs he had your claw marks from the night before down his back as he pounded your tight pussy so good.

It was a karaoke bar and you had cheered Mel and trinity on for singing “bitch” by Meredith Brooks. As they stepped off the stage, you grabbed both of them.

“Both of you were amazing!” You smiled

“Now you are going to be amazing!” Trinity shouted and pushed you towards the stage.

Before you could question her, you were pulled on stage.

“Next up! Y/N performing you oughta know” the announcer spoke and hit play.

You nervously looked out to trinity who mouthed “he’s here” and slyly pointed at Dennis handing the next round out to people.

As soon as the lyrics appeared on screen, you knew trinity had chosen this song for a reason. Dennis was now stood staring at you.

An older version of me, is she perverted like me? Would she go down on you in a theatre?

You got down on your knees and flipped your hair. Everyone cheered but Dennis as he chugged more of his drink. Yet, he wasn’t running this time.

And everytime you speak her name. Does she know how you told me you’d hold me until you died? ‘Til you died

“But you’re still alive!” Everyone started singing along with you. Blissfully unaware of how their co-worker was awkwardly stood with a stone cold reaction.

Did you forget about me, Mr. Duplicity

You pointed towards Whitaker and everyone looked towards him. Now they were sharing confused looks among each other. The lyrics settling into place for them. Whitaker gave a small awkward smile and wave.

Trinity cheered from the crowd urging you to carry on. Although she loved you both. You were her best friend and Whitaker had this coming.

But it was a slap in the face how quickly I was replaced and are you thinkin’ of me when you fuck her?

“Ohhhkay HR cannot find out about this,” Robby said laughing placing his drink down.

Everyone was speechless. It was finally making sense why the ED had felt awkward when both of you were on shift. Each person realising why they had become a messenger pigeon between you both.

And every time I scratch my nails down someone else’s back, I hope you feel it. Well, can you feel it?

You winked at Whitaker. You knew in that moment he was reminded of all the heated moments you shared together. The long nights both of you shared were your favourite. He was your favourite.

As the song finished everyone cheered. Dana pulled you in for a hug, “balls of steel to do that girl. You set him right!”

Colour drained from your face as you sobered slightly to realise you just told every co-worker what had happened between you and Whitaker.

“I feel faint” you spoke breathlessly. Each breath was a struggle as your chest tightened. The surroundings sounded quiet and a ringing noise went off in your ear.

“Robby!” Dana shouted noticing how unbalanced you became. You looked around as everything blurred. Before everything went black, you saw Dennis running towards you with a worried expression.

[archermind]

Enjoy It - Pope Cody

Summary: While tanning by the pool, you can’t help but notice Pope struggling to tear his eyes from you. Noticing, use this as an opportunity to taunt him.

Character: Andrew Pope Cody x F!Reader

Word count: 790 words

Content: age gap, teasing smut (couldn’t help myself, I’m just a girl)

authors note. apologies, first time writing pope. I hope you enjoy. Just a quickie :)

Masterlist

The sun glistened down onto your soft skin as you lay on the lounger by the pool. Music blared out from a speaker giving a bright soundtrack to the scorching summers day.

Your eyes rolled hearing the 10th cannonball into the pool from the roof. Craig and Deran hadn’t taken a break in the past 45 minutes. You watched how they now were coxing young J into jumping with them.

Smurf came out with a tray full of fruits. She had left your side to go prepare snacks for everyone - she loved laying poolside just as much as feeding the posse. Growing up in Smurf’s care as her goddaughter came with the pros and cons. Boys did hard labour while you were given an easy ride. Yet, distract any of her boys from business and know about it!

You stood from the lounger, feet padding along the warm concrete.

Pope walked out following Smurf, his eyes immediately fell onto you. He swallowed hard as he watched your hips sway side to side, sultry without trying. The way your tits sat so perfectly in the pink bikini had his cock stirring.

You had already noticed pope staring. When he had left for prison you were a shy and nervous eighteen year old. Three years later, you had all the confidence in the world. The boys regularly used you as bait to help be a distraction at the beach. Smurf described it as your only way to support the family business. You were used to people ogling you. Just not pope.

After thanking Smurf, you pause thinking which fruit to pick. You reach for an orange slice. You bite into it and giggle as the juice squirts out and drips down your fingers.

Pope tensed his jaw, watching you suck your fingers and lick the juices that ran down to your wrist. He wanted nothing more than to feel your tongue on his body. Trailing it along his-

“Nice to see you back popey!” You beamed a smile at him.

“Back at ya” he grunted, squinting and placing his shades over his eyes.

You smirked knowing he thought doing that would turn him incognito, allowing him to stare some more. You quickly grabbed a few cherries before flashing one last smile at him and returning to the lounger.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he watched your pretty little ass walk away. Hair swaying with your hips. He hung his head and headed back inside, as the other boys rushed out for snacks.

You had drifted off into a light snooze feeling extremely relaxed in the sun. Suddenly, a dark shade woke you. You opened your eyes hesitantly. It was pope looming over you. Your smile instantly widened as you flashed your pearly whites at him.

“Hey popey! What’s up?” you smirked at him.

“Drink.” He said bluntly

You pouted in awe. It was a crisp lemonade with ice and a perfectly cut lemon slice. You knew he had gone out of his way to get the lemonade, considering you argued with Smurf earlier that it wasn’t a perfect summers day without lemonade.

You took the glass gratefully and quenched your thirst. Placing it on the table beside you. You grabbed the bottle of sunscreen handing it to pope. He gave you a confused look as his face scrunched up.

“Could you rub that on me” you smiled innocently, while having different intentions.

You knew pope gets flustered around girls easily. He nodded as he sat behind you. He pumped the cream onto his hands, making sure to warm it in his own hands before putting it on you. Gently, you felt his callused hand massaging into your shoulder. Softly, he moved down your back.

“Could you undo my bikini ties” you asked politely.

“Wha- what?” He stuttered innocently shocked

You giggled, “I just want no tan lines on my back”

“No.” He responded flat

You stayed quiet in confusion.

“You need to keep it on.” He barked, “can’t be showing anyone that”

You turned facing him as you leaned close to his ear. You felt him go tense beside you. The sweet scent of sun cream and oranges engulfed him as you raised your hand to the side of his cheek. Pressing your lips slightly against his ear, you spoke gently.

“But you have been looking all day…” you whispered

He gulped. Cock getting hard at the feeling of your lips pressed against his ear. He felt nervous knowing that you knew he had been eyeing you up.

“I’m not going to punish you for looking popey” you smiled, “I’ll punish you for not enjoying it though.”

“I enjoy it.” The words spilled from his mouth.

“Good boy.”

[archermind]

hey,

I've just finished my 2nd year of uni!

this means I have so much time to write again - specifically about Pope Cody or Jack Abbot - does anyone want to share some inspo ideas or requests to me via Ask Me Anything or inbox <3

I would like to attempt more fluff but any smut feel free to send my way.

-

be aware, sometimes I may gravitate towards some asks more than others. this is purely based on what gets my thoughts going and fingers typing. Also i've had some requests I was not comfortable with in the past. Yet, I never k!nk shame. I just simply wont do them.

happy to see what comes in!

[taknbythewind]

summertime

summary: its a hot day at the pool and criag doesn't know how to act around pope's girl (idk man)

pairing: andrew 'pope' cody x fem!reader

wc: 1.1k

warnings: reader wears a bikini and craig is perving on his brother's gf, slight violence, not proofed soz </3

deran can sense craig’s train of thought before he even begins speaking. he’s looking at where you sit on the edge of the pool, pretty polka dot bikini showing off your body that’s glistening from the oily sunscreen pope had rubbed you down with earlier, feet dangling into to crystal blue water. your boyfriend had just stepped away to grab you another drink, a sweet smile showing your pretty teeth as you murmured a thank you andy to his brother as he stepped away.

there’s an impromptu swim party going on at the cody house, inspired by the sweltering triple-digit heat wave blanketing california and smurf being out of town. deran watches craig watch you as pope walks further and further away, a mischievous look in craig’s eyes that deran is sure will only spell trouble.

“dude, whatever you’re thinking—forget it,” deran warns. craig whips his head towards his younger brother, incredulous.

“what? i’m not doing anything,” craig defends causing deran to roll his eyes.

“whatever man, you mess with pope’s girl it’s your funeral,” deran says as he brings his bottle to his lips.

“i’m just gonna see if she’s up for a friendly game,” craig says innocently as he begins to swim through the water towards you.

you’re pulled from your own thoughts as you sway slightly to whatever rock song was playing through the speakers as craig appears below you in the water. you smile down at him, eyes hidden behind your sunglasses as you greet him kindly.

“hi craig!” you chirp.

“hey y/n,” he says, “why’re you not in the water?” he says splashing you slightly making you giggle.

“oh, pope doesn’t feel like swimming,” you say simply, but not unhappily.

“well don’t you want to swim?” he asks you imploringly. you hesitate, the water does look nice, and it is so hot outside, but you’d been content to sit beside pope at the edge, watching the festivities as he dotes on you. when you don’t answer, he speaks again, “c’mon” he coaxes, “i need a partner and you’d be perfect,”

you glance back at the house where pope went to refill your glass before looking back at craig, “partner for what?” you cave, sliding into the water beside him. one quick dip won’t hurt, you’ll be out by the time pope gets back, you decide.

criag thinks this is the best idea he’s ever had. he’s got you, a total babe, sat atop his shoulders, his hands grasping at your legs to keep you in place, just above your knees. you laugh as he surges forward, your arms pushing at the girl across from you who sat on her own partners shoulders. you shove and shove, craig below you trying to trip his own opponent across from him.

your squeal reaches pope’s ears as he steps outside, returning with your drink in hand. he walks up to the edge of the pool where you were sitting when he left and his eyes find you just as your opponent knocks you down, you and craig falling sideways into the water with a big splash.

you pop out of the water, a bright smile on your face as you graciously congratulate the winners. you take the steps out of the pool, water cascading down your form and reflecting the sun like jewels—craig hot on your heels.

he’s talking to you animatedly, looking like a little kid chasing an icecream cone as you walk around the pool. you’re smiling at him sweetly, but that’s all it is to you—sometimes you’re too kind for your own good, unaware of the ulterior motives pope’s brother might be harboring. which is why pope isn’t mad at you.

pope clenches his jaw hard at the scene, bending down to set the drink on the concrete before grabbing your towel from your bag on a nearby lounger with stiff and controlled movements. he meets you halfway, opening the towel for you to step into and he wraps it around you securely.

you beam at him as his arms encircle you, pushing up onto your toes to press a damp kiss to his cheek. his gaze remains locked on craig, whose steps beside you faltered only slightly when he noticed pope’s return.

“thank you, andy!” you gush with your saccharine tone.

“you’re welcome, sweetheart,” he responds in his usual even tone, never looking away from craig. “you have fun?” he asks you.

“yeah!” you gush, “craig needed a partner and he’d said i’d be perfect, but we lost anyway,” you pout slightly at your defeat, unaware of how you’d practically taddled on his brother.

craig shifts awkwardly in place, his good idea crumbling around him as pope continues to stare at him with his murderous glare.

“i’m sure you were perfect, sweetheart,” he leans in to press a kiss to your forehead, “why don’t you go get changed and we’ll head to that diner you like for dinner,” he says, squeezing your waist.

you depart with an excited “okay!” grabbing your bag from the chair and shouting a quick “bye craig!” over your shoulder as you head inside, unaware of the tension you were leaving behind.

craig offers a meek “bye,” in response, cause even his coked out brain is realizing deran was right and he messed around and took things too far again. pope just looks at him with raised brows, listening for the sliding glass door to click shut behind you.

“look man, i—“ craig starts, but the moment pope’s sure you’re well into the house, his fist is coming up and connecting with craig’s jaw with a thick crack!

standing at the edge of the pool, the force of the punch sends craig stumbling into the water, the crowd of partygoers whooping obnoxiously at the splash.

craig emerges from the water floundering, deran appearing at his side. they watch pope stalk back inside to you, derans hand clapping his older brother on the shoulder. craig twists his jaw from side to side, wincing at the pain that’s sure to leave a bruise and the tang of iron that coats his tongue.

“told you it was a bad idea man,” is all the blonde says, no sympathy lacing his voice.

craig just turns to his brother, a shit eating grin already growing on his face—blood staining his teeth—that had deran rolling his eyes hard and said “it was so worth it, man,” already thinking longingly about the soft flesh of your supple thighs squeezing his head and the feel of them under his hands. “no way pope can handle all of that,” he says dopily, which earns him a smack upside the head from deran, “ow! what the hell man!”

“dipshit,” deran says, shaking his head unbelievably at his brother who never learns not to poke the bear.