your bodies seem to be glued together.
you’re so close, so close that you can barely breathe, but you don’t care, not when pope’s thick cock is penetrating your sensitive walls, kissing your cervix with every thrust, pushing white, sticky cum deeper into you, right into your womb. you pull him even closer, wrapping your legs and arms around his massive body, running your fingernails over his freckled skin and hard muscles.
you moan into his mouth, alternately with broken pleas for more, which only fuels his raw hunger, causing his hips to thrust into you rougher , harder and deeper, triggering a reaction in your body so violent that you can feel every pulse, in every single nerve.
but that isn’t enough for you. you want more , you need more. so you clench your pretty pussy, begging him to come inside you again, begging him to claim you.
and pope's body reacts immediately, like a dog hearing a command. his fat cock thrusts deep inside you, so deep that your fucked-up mind feels like he's in your throat, while his hands grip the soft skin of your hips tightly, leaving red marks from his large, calloused hands. preventing you from pulling away, preventing you from escaping, as he fills you with thick cum.
your pussy greedily milks his cock, trying to take every last drop, but there’s so much of it , so much that you can feel it slowly dripping out of you, staining your inner thighs, your bum and the sheets beneath you. but you don’t mind, no – your eyes are blurry from pleasure and quiet sighs of bliss escape your lips.
"feels so good, andy" you whisper into his mouth, massaging his neck, running your fingers through his damp auburn hair.
"yeah?" he asks, looking shyly into your eyes – a stark contrast to how animalistically he was behaving just a moment ago.
"yeah" you reply, moving your hand down your sweaty body, straight between your legs, using your fingertips to gather the excess of his cum that has flowed out of you "and you taste so good too, andy, so good" you say, licking your fingers, stained with the white fluid, with a cat-like grace.
then you feel it.
the pulse and the delicious sensation of pope’s raw cock getting hard and heavy inside you. ready to fill you up again.
in which. . . reader (tries) waking up dex with some afternoon affection
❕fluff, gn!reader, english is not my 1st language
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dex almost never slept deeply. most nights, he was alert at the slightest sound, waking up before you could even shift beneath the blankets. so when you walked into the bedroom and found him completely asleep, you stopped for a second just to admire it.
there was something unfair about how different he seemed like this. no sharp edges. no tension. just dex.
quietly, you climbed onto the mattress. the bed dipped beneath your weight as you settled against him. one hand wrapping around his waist as you rested your cheek between his shoulder blades.
his head turned slightly into the pillow with a hum. you bit back a laugh before pressing a kiss to his shoulder.
“good afternoon,” you mumbled against his skin, pressing multiple kisses. he only let out a sleepy exhale. you rested your chin against his back and traced absent patterns against his side.
a few moments later, dex’s hand emerged from beneath the pillow and blindly reached behind him. searching. you immediately slipped your hand into his on his waist. his fingers closed around yours without hesitation.
you buried your face against his shoulder to hide your smile and pressed another kiss there. this one seemed to wake him a little. he squeezed your hand.
“m’sleeping.” he mumbled against the pillow. you snorted. “yeah, i can tell,” you said. “but it’s 2pm already.” he groaned at your words. “still sleeping.” you laughed. “yeah, okay.”
then, he turned to look at you. and that was all he did for two good minutes. before actually saying something that you could actually hear.
“you look amazing.” you smiled as you took in his words. “you still have to get up.” and he turned over again. “no, thank you.” and he fell asleep again. but this time, you gave in and decided to rest your eyes too.
a/n : people ask for some dex fluff and shall receive 💁♀️
author's note: based on that one tweet by shawn hatosy. pls appreciate me writing this while being sick as fuck, sorry in advance if there are mistakes
divider: @/pixopix
“you're so perfect, god” sammy mumbles against your lips, his hands roaming up and down your back.
you whimper into his mouth as a response. the ache between your thighs gets worse with each swipe of his tongue against yours.
the two of you had just gotten back from a fancy little dinner, one that sammy had insisted upon after being so busy the past week that you two barely had time to see each other. it was torture, sitting through dinner with him. he was so sweet the entire time, being so gentlemanly and treating you so good. it took every ounce of your self control to not drag him by his shirt to the nearest bathroom and have your way with him there.
which is why you all but jumped on him the second you entered your apartment, the door hadn't even closed yet and your tongue was already in his mouth.
now, here you are, standing in the middle of your bedroom and making out like a couple of teenagers.
“want you so bad, sammy” you whisper as your hands start to fiddle with the buttons of his shirt.
he grunts when your nails meet the skin of his chest, dragging all the way down to the pudge of his tummy.
“know you do, honey, you're not subtle, y'know?” sammy teases, the little smile on his lips makes your heart melt. he undoes the zipper of your dress, drags the straps off your shoulders, and lets the fabric fall and pool at your ankles.
“christ.” he groans when the black lace set you put on is revealed to him. his hands grip your hips as his head dives down to your neck, lips planting hot kisses on your skin. the lingering scent of your perfume makes him dizzy, and makes his cock harder, almost to a painful degree.
the sweet noises you make in his ear pushes him to give your neck a little bite, he gives an appreciative hum at the sound of your squeal.
sammy comes up to find your lips again as his hands trail up your back to reach your bra. you feel him fiddle with the clasp, excitement brewing within you to finally be rid of it and potentially have his mouth on you.
your bra doesn't come off in the next few seconds.
you think maybe it's because he's too focused on kissing you but his hand is twisting and pulling at your bra. sammy lets out a frustrated grunt and curses, “these goddamn-”
it makes you giggle.
“don't laugh at me” he frowns.
“m'sorry, baby” you coo, still giggling.
to his credit, sammy is still trying. “why make them so complicated?-”
“what, scary detective bryant is bested by a bra clasp?” you tease.
in one swift movement, he spins you around, your back to him so he can face the stupid contraption that is your bra.
“you should just stop wearing these around me, y'know.” he murmurs, “makin' me suffer here.”
“and make things easy for you? but i like making you work for it”
you hear it before you feel it, sammy sighs in relief when finally the clasp is undone.
hands back on your hips, he turns you back around and with one hand he pulls the bra off you and tosses it aside.
“now, let's see how you like it when i make you work for it.”
Can we stop pretending that the world isnt slowly getting worst?
Israel is invading México, are going to take away our water.
Women's rights in the US are under debate to reduce them and take away our right to vote.
There will be displacements of indigenous people and disappearances of them to go to rural areas, and it will not only happen in México but throughout Latin America. They already started with venezuela, México is next.
Horrible things are happening, children are being ki**ed in Palestine, they’re being robbed of their childhoods. Families are being separated.
Women in Afghanistan lost their rights, women can’t continue studying after they turn 12.
Children are being impregnated inside of ice detention centers. And no one is talking about it, ive only seen it from small accounts trying to reach awareness.
The use of AI is causing us future water bankruptcy, people say and affirm that AI is the new “future” but i don’t believe there’s a future where we don’t have water.
All of this and more is happening, and nothing is being done, i know a lot of us enter in panic (i do) but the least we can do is spreading awareness of what is going on, staying informed and trying to keep our calm.
What if Andrew Cody actually doesn’t like it rough?
In nearly every Pope Cody fan fiction, he comes home from a job — mad, red with anger — and in need of someone to take it out on. Reader is there, and is always being used to make him better. He’ll pull their hair, jackhammer, slap and bite and tug. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I love those fics down.
But I’ve been thinking after I saw a Tumblr post saying Andrew would not want to be dominant. He wouldn’t want to be called 'daddy' and wouldn’t want to be rough. Especially after being in positions where girls have asked him to 'use them.'
So what if Andrew Cody actually comes home, furious and heaving, but instead of pushing reader onto the bed and fucking out his anger, he’ll ask for them to be soft with him? He would enter the room they share, gently grab their face with trembling hands, and ask them to ride him. Maybe he’d want them to tug his hair, or paw at his chest. But he wouldn’t flip them over and have his way, or pounding into them. His way in these scenarios is whining, begging reader to fuck him. He likes it when they’re either on top, or when they’re tucked into his chest and he’s pushing into them from the back. In this spooning position, he’ll probably cradle their face in his hot hands and just maybe have them suck his thumb.
And he’ll probably enjoy it if they call him "Andrew" in a soothing tone.
Correct me if this sounds off. But I definitely agree that he’s like this.
Can we stop pretending that the world isnt slowly getting worst?
Israel is invading México, are going to take away our water.
Women's rights in the US are under debate to reduce them and take away our right to vote.
There will be displacements of indigenous people and disappearances of them to go to rural areas, and it will not only happen in México but throughout Latin America. They already started with venezuela, México is next.
Horrible things are happening, children are being ki**ed in Palestine, they’re being robbed of their childhoods. Families are being separated.
Women in Afghanistan lost their rights, women can’t continue studying after they turn 12.
Children are being impregnated inside of ice detention centers. And no one is talking about it, ive only seen it from small accounts trying to reach awareness.
The use of AI is causing us future water bankruptcy, people say and affirm that AI is the new “future” but i don’t believe there’s a future where we don’t have water.
All of this and more is happening, and nothing is being done, i know a lot of us enter in panic (i do) but the least we can do is spreading awareness of what is going on, staying informed and trying to keep our calm.
since it’s the 4th of july, just thinking about jack abbot in his swat gear:))) also thinking about the things i’d want him to do to me while he’s wearing it ;)))))
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