Hey! I'm your new favorite nerdy boy. I'm 21 and french. I'm queer too. I love nature, literature, roleplaying,history, fantasy and i'm in a lot of fandoms. For me, culture is super important. I'm catholic (that's explain some of my repost, sorry)
I'm a literature student, i work and i'm a writer.
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dc , marvel, asoif, avatar (James Cameron) ,the pitt, LOTR ...
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I rp with 18+ people with 18+ characters. I only use discord. I write at the 3rd person ,use tupperbox and around the discord limit (few paragraphs). I ask for few reply in a week. I usually prefer mxm pairing. I like fandom rp and fandomless one.
DNI: minors , people who are okay with incest ,cnc and all that kind of stuff. You and i are not friends. Right wing's people, leave me alone.
(Rabbot preparing for the annual PTMC Halloween party. Robby steps into the living room and sees Jack painting a foam leg model)
Robby: Tell me we are not going as Victor Frankenstein and his monster again this year.
Jack: Do you have something against this brilliant idea of mine, which by the way won us two costume contests in a row?
Robby: (sighs) I’m not sure waving a model of a severed limb around, pointing at me and telling people that’s how you lost your leg would be appropriate for the kids.
Jack: Nah they love it. It’s fun! Frank’s kids were thrilled, and Harrison even showed the photo to his classmates last year.
Robby: At least tell me you’re wearing a shirt this time. It’s…..distracting.
Jack: (pouts) You’re taking all the fun away from the party. Boo. And I know you enjoy the view.
Robby: (blushes) …Fine. Have it your way. But when you get drunk and come asking me to help find the leg you keep passing around to people for photo ops, I’m not going around asking everyone if they’d see Abbot’s leg.
Jack: Okay it was that one time. I apologized already but you have to agree it was funny.
Robby: Shamsi didn’t. Walsh still talks about it. (sighs and gives in) Just……keep a hold of it while you’re enjoying the attention, big guy.
Jack smiles. In around 4 hours he would be so happily drunk and asking Robby the same favor, only this time it was both the prop and his actual prosthetic that he’d lost track of.
And as Robby tucks him into the passenger seat when he finally agrees to call it a night, Jack hugging onto the foam leg and his prosthetic leg (both of which Robby retrieved), he hears his lover mumble drunkenly.
“Next year we’re going as Hannibal and Will Graham and I’m telling everyone you ate my leg.”
Honestly all Andrew x Reader fics are JUST female (awesome) but im about to freak out because there are litteraly no male/gender neutral fics with him :,(
(If not male then atleast something gender neutral, I would be so happy)
(And if not a whole fic then just some headcanons, it would be so awesome)
Anything would be appreciated honestly!!
wait bc this was so much fun?!? I hope u enjoy this anon
contains smut mdni <3
You met Andrew one night at Deran’s bar. Your friend had dragged you out of the house to bring you to this underground bar she had heard about through the grapevine. You loved yourself a good dive bar, so who were you to pass this opportunity up to?
When you had arrived, the little group you were with managed to cop a few seats right at the bar. Underground was almost a dead on description of the dive. You had walked past it a few times before even finishing the entrance and when you walked in, the smell of stale beer filled your nose.
You didn’t mind though, after ordering your drinks and having a pleasant conversation with the owner, more people filtered in and the atmosphere was amped up.
A few beers were running through your system and you felt good, chattering along with your friends as you rocked against the uncomfortable chair. You guys had been sitting for a while and not even the Heinkens you pounded down could ease the dull ache in your lower back. You didn’t mind, the rocking was soothing it a bit anyway.
You hadn't thought you were being much of a bother, only teetering so far on your tailbone to stay in your space. It wasn’t until a gravelly voice grumbled in your ear just loud enough to be heard over the bustle.
“You’re gonna rock yourself right off that stool if you keep doing that,” you jumped a bit in your seat, stopping your movements. You looked over to see a man staring down at the stool in slight concern.
“I’m so sorry, I know, I’m being annoying,” you had apologized. The man flicked his eyes up to yours, staring so hard at you it almost sobered you up. (Almost.)
“Oh, I’m not bothered,” he spoke. He leaned back in his seat, beer bottle held tightly in his hands. “Im just not sure how great the integrity of that stool is, Deran cheaped out on the furniture.”
The man flinched as a flick of water splashed over the side of his head. “Dont be a dick, Pope.” The bartender had said. Your eyes flitted over to Deran behind the bar, wiping a glass dry. “Leave my customers alone so you don’t drive them out.”
“Just don’t want anyone to get hurt, he could sue your ass for endangerment.” He pointed over to you where you sat with an amused grin on your face. Your friends were talking to other people around the bar so this was your current entertainment.
“He’s not gonna sue me, dude, that’s not even how that works.” Deran flung the rag over his shoulder, shooting his other arm outwards.
“That is how that works, dude.”
“Pope, get out of my bar-“
“Get better furniture and then i-“
“Hey!” You exclaimed, getting their attention with a giggle.”How about I’ll just stop rocking and no one gets sued, yeah?”
The two men looked over at you before looking back at each other. Deran rolled his eyes and walked away, Pope’s eyes followed him as he turned the corner before landing them back on you.
“I’m really just trying to help him out,” he said, gesturing his arm towards the direction Deran walked off to.
“Exactly, just keeping the customer's safety in mind.” You said with a smile, tilting your head. “Pope, huh?”
His eyes flickered away for a second before returning them to yours quickly. “You can call me Andrew.”
“Hi, Andrew.” You held out your hand in greeting as you told him your name. “You come here often?”
He shook your hand, shrugging his shoulders as he looked around him. “Yeah, I do, Deran’s my brother so I’m in here a lot.”
The skin around your eyes crinkled as your smile grew deeper. He turned his attention back to you, taking in your entertained expression. “Are you flirting with me?” He said after a beat.
“I’m glad you noticed.”
After that, you frequented the bar more often. Soon, the coincidental bumps into Andrew became intentional. You guys eventually exchanged numbers and he would call you to come to the bar to hang out or celebrate something he and his brothers accomplished.
Months had passed and you guys hadn’t made anything official but the possessiveness was there and he made sure everyone knew. Anytime someone would get too close to you while you were out, Andrew would come up behind you and grab your waist tightly and stare down the person until they left, leaving you a giggling mess as you turned to pepper kisses around his face.
He eventually let you over to his family’s house, mostly due to your intense nagging and pleading to use the pool. He warned you that the vibes might be weird and if anything made you uncomfortable he would take you home, but you were greeted much kinder than either of you expected.
It took Smurf a few tries to warm up to you, defensive and cold the first time you met, but Andrew told you he would talk to her before you came over next to ensure she treated you kindly.
Her tight lipped smiles soon became relaxed and she would greet you with hugs every time you visited.
Your favorite pastime at the house was swimming, of course. You would take Lena in when she would come home from school playing different kinds of games as Andrew would sit on guard on a pool seat. The two of you guys would manage to get him in the pool, whispering in giggles a secret plan that had him raising his eyebrows at you guys as you worked together to splash the water up onto the patio. He would jump into the pool and playfully dunk you guys underwater, your scream-laughs filling his ears.
Lena started wanting you to be the one to help her with things like her homework or her hairstyles. She would shoo Andrew away, ignoring his offended gasps as she took your hand and dragged you to wherever she needed you. He would watch you through the crack of her door at night as you tucked her into bed, kissing you softly when you emerged from the room.
His heart grew every time he was around you and from that point on his only focus was to protect you.
-
He should’ve known that it would be sooner rather than later that you would be exposed to the intricate parts of his family.
You, Smurf, and Lena were all relaxing by the pool, the boys off at some property to do some inspections and repairs
Or that’s what Andrew had told you.
You were sipping the vodka cran Smurf poured you when the sound of tires squealing made you shoot straight up, Smurf and Lena looking towards the noise as they splashed around in the pool.
The four Cody boys stumbled into the back yard, Andrew being propped up by Craig and J, wincing in pain. You had immediately stood up, on alert from the noise and from seeing his pained face. Only then as you walked towards him did you notice the blood soaking Andrew’s shirt. You stopped dead in your tracks, a loud gasp leaving your body.
“Andrew, what the hell happened!?” You shrieked. Craig looked up to you, concerned about lacing his face.
“Get him out of here,” Andrew told Smurf. He still hadn’t looked up at you since being home.
“Sweetie, take Lena inside, you don’t want her seeing this.” You looked over to Smurf and then down to Lena who was shielding herself behind her grandmother's legs. You were about to open your mouth to protest, but the sound of a scared whimper coming from Lena had you snapping into reality. You looked back up to see Andrew finally locking eyes with you, his normal intense stare making a chill run down your body.
“Go,” he strained. Without another word, you grabbed Lena and took her inside trying to comfort her the best you could all while being terrified yourself.
You and Lena stayed in her room, coloring quietly and reading books together. Every so often smurf would poke her head in with that nauseating smile, giving empty updates about Andrew. Hours had passed and you eventually had to put Lena to bed.
“Is Uncle Pope okay?” she asked quietly. Her sad and pleading eyes looked up to you and your heart wrenched in your chest.
“I’m sure she is, sweetheart,” you brushed the hair out of her face, placing a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Go to bed, Lena, you've got a big day at school tomorrow.”
She gave you a small smile and a little nod and closed her eyes shut. You stared at her for a second longer before quietly leaving her room. You snuck around the hallway trying to be silent, but suddenly a solid body was in front of you and you couldn't help the gasp that left your throat.
“Shh,” a familiar voice said. You looked up and saw Andrew staring down at you. His left eye was blackened and a cut laid perfectly across his bottom lip.
“Andrew, what the fuck happened to you?” you exclaimed. Without another word, he shoved you along, forcing you into his bedroom. You walked over to the bed as he stood awkward and ashamed by the door.
He fiddled with his hands, still refusing to look up at you.
“There was an issue today at work,” he said. You gawked at him in disbelief.
“Yeah, Id fucking say so!” You threw your hands up in the air. “Why the hell did you come home all bloodied and beat up?!”
“It was just a job gone wrong, nothing bad. Just a little stab.”
“Just a little stab!?” you shouted at him. He grimaced and shushed you, holding his hands out and walking towards you. “Why the fuck are you just getting a little stabbed at your fucking property management job?”
“Its a long story.” he said, wrapping his hands around your waist.
“Well, I've got time.” he sighed at you, offering you to sit down on the bed as you glared at him.
“Listen, it's…” he trailed off as he examined your face. He went in for a kiss which you had hesitated to return, but a pathetic whine from him had you sighing and giving in. He held your face against his for a few moments longer before pulling away.
“Theres more to our job than I've been letting on,” you huffed out yeah, no shit as he continued. “It's dangerous and complicated and keeping you in the dark was to keep you safe. And the only thing that I am focused on is doing that."
His eyes held a sadness to them and you could tell he was not exaggerating. You let out a worried breath and reached a hand up to run your fingers through his dark curls.
“You always keep me safe, Andrew. I've never been worried.” you told him. He looked up at you with wet eyes, making your chest squeeze with sorrow. “But I don't want to worry about you, and it's hard not to do that when you come home dripping blood because you've just been stabbed.”
“I know, I'm sorry, I was begging them to not take me here but there was nowhere else to go. Deran refuses to let us use his bar for anything that has to do with this stuff.” he said.
“Not even a hospital? Urgent care?” you asked. He shook his head and placed a hand over his stomach where you assumed the wound was. You grabbed the bottom of his shirt and looked at him for approval before raising it to see the damage. A thick pack of gauze cleanly covered the wound.
“Nah, too dangerous. We do medical care ourselves and if we can't, we drive down to Mexico."
You sucked your teeth and placed his shirt back down, grabbing his hand and placing it in your lap. “Can you just prepare me the next time you're gonna come home wounded? Maybe just a phone call or a heads up?”
His lips turned up in a small smile. “Well, I’d like to try to not make a habit out of this, but I'll let you know.”
You smiled and leaned in to kiss him, not knowing he was already planning to take you to the gun range tomorrow to keep you prepared.
-
After that incident, Andrew became a little more open with you. He never gave you specifics of the jobs that they did but always gave a little insight into how it went. He would let you know if anyone got hurt, if it was a success, even offering you your own “share” of his earnings if you were lucky enough.
He was out today on a job, he gave you vague details about it to let you know it should be relatively low risk before you sent him off with a kiss. Smurf had Lena out on the boardwalk, and even Nicky was preoccupied for the day, leaving you alone in the Cody house.
You roamed around making drinks, taking a dip in the pool, snooping around out of curiosity, and tidying up where it was needed. There was only so much you could do around the house by yourself before getting bored and antsy.
The vodka cran drink you had just finished coursed through your veins as you made your way into the bedroom, tingles running around through your body filling up every crevice. You floated through the bathroom, running your fingers along the granite counter and stopping to look at yourself in the mirror through hooded lids. You gave yourself a sly smile before crouching down to rummage through the drawers.
Andrew’s sex drive was consistent. The two of you averaging four nights a week of fucking, sometimes more if a job went well or if he was in a particularly good mood. He kept you satisfied and satiated, never really needing more than what he gave you
But of course, you are only human.
And seeing him leave for the job today, collared white shirt under a bomber jacket and a backwards hat that worked so fucking well on him, there was only so much your body could handle before needing an outlet. What were you to do, drunk and all alone?
You immediately spot what you needed; a small bottle of lube Andrew insisted on keeping in the bathroom for sanitary purposes. You grabbed it with a victorious yelp, teetering off into the bedroom. The sheets felt like silk as you slid over them, stripping yourself naked as you went.
You laid spread eagle on the bed before grabbing the bottle between your hands and touching your hardening cock, stroking yourself until it was stiff against your stomach. Small, breathless, moans made its way out of your mouth as you tugged gently on yourself, focusing on the already leaking tip.
After a few more stokes, you begrudgingly took your hand off your cock to open the bottle of lube. You squirt a little dollop into your hand, rubbing the cool gel around the entrance of your ass. Your moans got louder as you slipped a finger in, pumping at a generous pace. A second finger pushed into you and you reached to grab yourself again, nearly screaming at the feeling.
You worked yourself open with a third finger, quickly pumping your hand over your aching cock. Minutes passed as you played with yourself and you were so overcome by the pleasure you didn't hear any of the movement that suddenly filled the house, nor the sound of the door creaking open. What you did hear was the breath of air being pushed out from someone's lungs and a low whistle as the moved around the room
Your eyes shot open to see Andrew standing there, hair slightly tussled under his cap. He dropped the duffel bag he had in his hand onto the ground, no longer interested in it.
“Well, what do we have here?” he said. You watched him walk over to you as you stopped the movement of your hands. He stopped you as you started to pull your fingers out of yourself. “I didn't say stop, keep going.”
He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes raking over your naked body. You started pumping your fingers back into your ass and stroked yourself at the same pace before, a whine slipping passed your lips.
“Missed me?” he asked as he watched you work yourself up. You nodded pathetically, watery eyes looking up at him.
“Need you, Andy, please,” you begged. He shrugged his shoulders and gestured at your writhing body.
“Youve got it down, I don't think you need my help” you nearly sobbed, shaking your head violently.
“No, I need you,” your hands stuttered and you released your rigid dick from your hand to blindly grasp for him. “Please, fuck me, please.”
Andrew moved off the bed, toeing his shoes off and unbuckling his belt. “Since you asked so nicely…” he kicked his pants off and clambered onto the bed, hovering over you.
His arms braced themselves on either side of your head as he leaned down to you in a push-up, kissing you softly. “Youre beautiful, you know that?”
You felt your cheeks heat up as you shyly looked away. “You are too.” you offered. He gave you a small chuckle as he placed another kiss on your cheek.
“My handsome boy, you know how much I love to look at you,” of course you do. The amount of times you've woken up to him sitting in a chair by the side of your bed, staring at you as you slept would be unnerving if you didn't find it so hot. “Theres nothing more that i love than to watch your face when i fuck you, but im gonna be lookin’ at a different view today.”
Before you were able to question him, his rough hands were on your hips as he flipped you over to your back. He pushed himself up so he could angle your body how he liked it- face down, ass up.
He ran his hands over the expanse of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart to ogle at your used hole. “Fucking amazing,” he murmured just before plunging his tongue inside of you and reaching around to grab your cock.
You moaned loudly at the contact, grinding yourself against his face. His tongue angled inside, rubbing along the walls of your ass. You couldn't contain the noises out of our mouth even as he landed soft warning slaps against your cheek.
“You need to be quiet or I'm gonna stop,” he told you. You clamped your lips together and tried to look up at him the best you could at the angle you were at. He straightened himself out and started unbuttoning his shirt, peeling it off before going to reach for his hat.
“Leave it on, please,” you whimpered. His movements halted and he grinned down at you, settling for a pat against his own head.
“You like my hat on?” you nodded against the sheets, eyes pleading.
“Yes, Andy, I love it on you, keep it, please.” you blubbered out.
“Alright, I'm keeping it on, settle down." He pulled your hips toward him so they were flush against his groin. He felt the outline of his own hardness through his boxers as he grinded your ass on himself. He let out a soft moan and tilted his hips back slightly before ramming him against you again.
“Fuck, baby, see what you do to me?” he asked. You thought you were for sure going to burn a hole through the mattresses just from the friction of your head.
“Please, I need it,” he let out a last breath of air before pulling himself out of his boxers, red and leaking length resting over your ass. He rubbed himself on the surface of your cheeks before nudging his tip on your hole. You moaned loudly at the contact and pushed yourself back onto him, forcing the tip to slide through the ring of muscle.
“Jesus, you're impatient,” he pushed himself in slowly, your pathetic moans urging him in. He reached halfway in, stopping to give you a breather. “You ready for this?”
You hardly got the word yes out before he thrusted himself in to the hilt, a loud scream erupting from your throat,
“What’d I say about staying quiet?” he said through gritted teeth.
“I'm sorry, I'll be quiet, I'll be good,” you promised.
“You fuckin’ better be,” he gave you no time to adjust before moving his hips slow at first but quick to pick up the pace. There was a gradual build up to him full force pounding you, the creak of the bed and the slam of the headboard against the wall louder than any moan you've let out.
He was panting heavily above you as the bruising grip of his fingers held your hips in place. “Yeah, you are so fuckin’ good, this is all i look forward to when i come home. You feeling good, baby?”
“Yeah, andy, its so good, youre so good to me, oh fuck-” your pleas were cut off at a particularly hard thrust you felt so all the way up your spine. You hadn't realized a few tears had slipped out until he hand was reaching over your body to wipe them.
“You cryin’, baby, is it that damn good?” He punctuated every word with a thrust going deeper each time. “Yeah, I know it is.”
Any other words died in your throat at he fucked you relentlessly, grunts echoing out from his chest. The tight, familiar feeling swelled in your stomach and your moans got breathier and whinier. He knew the sounds of your body like a song on repeat, his own breaths echoing yours.
“You close, you need to come?”
“Yes, please, let me come,” you begged. You could feel his thrusts get sloppier but he kept the speed against you.
“Go ahead, my love, you can come, come on this cock for me,”
Those words were all you needed before your orgasm took over you, a bright white heat flooding your lower half as you spilled out over the sheets. Your body became limp as Andrew used it to get himself off, his moans becoming deeper as he pushed into you and released his hot load inside of you.
He caught his breath, slowing his movements down until he stopped completely. He slowly pulled out of your body, seed partially dripping out of your hole as he did. Andrew was slight as he placed your body flat on the bed, walking over to grab a towel from the bathroom.
The roughness of the towel against your sensitive skin had you whining out in displeasure, Andrew shushing you as he moved.
“I really wish you'd shower after we have sex, it's not good for your body to lay in this mess,” he told you as he tossed the towel into the hamper. “Youre gonna get an infection.”
“You clean me up so nicely, though,” you smiled up at him. Rubbing his arm from where he sat next to you on the bed. “Come lay with me, Andy, we can shower later.”
He sighed as he looked at you and briefly debated his options. He couldn't pass up a nice lay with you after, well, a nice lay. He climbed into bed and pulled your body flush to his, nuzzling his face in the back of your neck.
“So,” you started. “I guess the job went well?”
a/n; I hope I did this justice omggggggg but I loved writing and exploring this. pls send me more asks, id love to continue this !!!!
CARING FOR YOU | ANDREW "POPE" CODY X MALE! READER
contents. smut (minors dni) male reader, sub pope, body worship, marking, oral (pope recieveing), anal fingering, ass eating, probably ooc but i'm too horny to care.
words. 1,4k
You met Andrew "Pope" Cody a few months ago in Deran's bar. You were helping him set it up and get used to all the business aspect of the place after being his friend for a couple years.
He didn't initially intend for you to get to know his brothers, just to acknowledge their existence and not much else. But when you set your eyes on Pope you just couldn't get them off him.
There wasn't a moment that didn't feel like Pope was watching you, even if you knew he wasn't in the same place as you were. It slowly progressed into a somewhat relationship, even if he's hesitant to call it that. He doesn't want to 'trap you' with him, as he says.
You are in your house cleaning the dishes after dinner when he slides inside from the sliding backdoor. You turn around, seeing how tense he looks. "Hey, Andrew... Are you okay?" you ask, your voice soft. You know that when he's not completely on his right mind he needs some gentleness.
Andrew doesn't answer. Instead, he stares at you from the backdoor. You walk up to him, a hand on his face. "Come on, baby, talk to me." His eyes watch your face but doesn't seem like he's actually processing that he's in your home.
You grab his hand and make him rest it on your waist. Every time you're alone with him and he's not completely feeling like himself he finds grounding on physical touch. For some reason, the area he seems to prefer is your waist.
Pope lets out a deep sigh, his hand shaking a little. He squeezes your waist and moves his other hand to rest on your jaw. It's like he's trying to make sure that you're real.
You wait for a bit, watching him ground himself. You finally talk. "Do you want to talk about it?" you ask, keeping your voice soft and understanding.
Andrew shakes his head. He leans to bury his face on your neck, inhaling your scent. "I don't want to think right now," he mutters against your skin.
You both have been talking about trying to distract him using the things you already know he likes. You hold his hand and guide him to the bedroom and make him lay down in the middle of it. Andrew's hands hold your face as you kiss and your own rest on his waist over his shirt.
"Do you want to try the thing we talked about, Andy?" you whisper against his lips, your eyes watching his. He tenses for a second.
A couple days ago you mentioned that you wanted to try body worship with him. He seemed reluctant, much more interested on being the one worshiping your body while you tell him what to do. You looked at him with held down eagerness and your gorgeous eyes almost glowing, he hadn't had more option but to accept.
Pope nods and lets his hands fall to the bed. "Can I take off your shirt, baby?" He nods again. His breathing is heavy as your hands slowly unbutton his shirt, revealing more and more of his toned, pale torso. You kiss each new inch of shown skin, making him shudder a little.
When the shirt is completely open you let it fall on his sides. His hands grip the sheets while your own slide up to his chest. "You're so beautiful, Andrew...," you whisper, your voice low and sweet. He lets out a shaky breath. He feels tense, like he's about to snap just from your hands and lips alone.
Andrew lets out a low groan when your lips connect with his neck. His hands tighten on the sheets as you make your way down again. You kiss down the center of his chest until you reach his lower belly, slowly making out with his happy trail and covering it with small nibbles.
You look up at him. Your eyes are slightly closed but glow in the dim light of the bedroom lamp. Your lips slide back up a little until they reach his belly button. Pope can't take his eyes off you, as if he's hypnotized. He's been the worst sinner, committed countless crimes, but you're here, knowing all of it, worshiping him, adoring him like he's worth something.
Pope holds back a moan when you lean to kiss him, your tongue slowly sliding against his. His hands cradle your face to keep you close like he's scared you're gonna leave him behind. Your wandering hands touch his strong arms, feeling the hard muscle and veins under his skin.
"I wish I could draw you like this..." You say against his lips, a slight smile on your face. His hands bury in your hair to keep you close. "I can't keep worshiping you if you don't let go, Andy." His shaky breath hits your lips before he kisses you again, letting go of your face. Your hands move to unbuckle his pants without breaking the kiss.
You move down to kiss Andrew's chest, stomach and arms all over again. His head falls back into the pillow and he stops holding back the sweet sounds coming out of him. His breath becomes louder the lower you kiss and he lets out a whimper when you suck on his happy trail.
Once you consider it's properly marked you help him lose his boxers. His cock rests heavily against his thick thigh while throbbing softly. You hold the base carefully and begin to kiss from the top to the bottom of his balls, making his hips buckle into your touch. "Shh... Relax, Andy, let me take care of you." He nods desperately and tries to breath in a more steady way, but the softness of your lips against his trembling shaft is almost too much to handle.
There's something about recieving the worship instead of giving it that messes with Pope's head. He doesn't feel like he deserves it, like he hasn't done anything good enough to deserve your lips, your softness, your touch. But he is a selfish, bad man, he knows that (or at least that's what he thinks), so he can't help but buck into your face. You look up at him with a look on your face that makes him whimper pathetically. Your lips are covered in spit and his salty precome.
"Please... Baby, please, I need you," Andrew begs, his voice so desperate and small it squeezes your heart. You suck his balls for one more second before helping him spread his legs all the way, his body feeling too weak to do it himself. His cheeks are now in front of you and his little hole winks at you.
"You want my mouth on you, love?" Your thumb rubs the rim and he chokes out a 'yeah' between heavy breaths. Still holding the base of his cock, you connect your mouth to Pope's ass and you begin to suck slowly. You give it kitten licks and begin to introduce the tip of your tongue as he eases up.
It's surprising how a man that's usually so serious and silent can be so vocal when you got your mouth on him. Every lick makes a shaky breath come out of him; every tease of your fingers, a whimper escapes his mouth. You keep the pace slow, not letting him forget that this is about worship and not getting off. His cock throbs anyways, his precum leaking into your hand.
"Baby, please, I'm so close..." Pope begs, his eyes filling with tears.
"Come for me, Andrew. Let go." You whisper against his rim. His hips jump up as he comes, his cock throbbing and his cum coming out profusely. Your soft hands stroke his thighs as he paints his stomach white. "Good boy."
His legs shake like crazy and you get off his ass. Pope whimpers at the loss of contact but gets quiet when you press your lips on his happy trail, slowly going up until you kiss his lips.
"How do you feel, baby?" you ask as soon as you break the kiss, holding his face with your hands. He doesn't answer verbally, just nods and wraps his strong arms around your body to pull you close. You don't wince at the sticky liquid on his stomach and surprisingly neither does he.
It's already late at night and you can already feel Andrew slipping off to sleep under you. He keeps you on top of him as if he's scared that you're gonna let go of him at any moment. You indulge him, petting his hair while he falls asleep, much more relaxed than when he got home.
maybe im a freak who headcanons out of wish fulfillment, but i think every character in the hatosyverse desperately wants trans guys
and im not even saying this bc im a trans guy i genuinely think jack abbot's main hobby includes going down on a trans guy for hours
I believe that titus danforth finds the nearest trans guy and forcemascs him as a stress reliever
and pope cody i mean cmon that one's obvious. Some time resting his head on the thighs of a trans dude probably wouldn't fix him but it certainly would calm him down.
IM A FREAK WHO LIKES HEADCANONS FOR SELF FULFILLMENT
I think jack abbot would get AWF to the fact that hes the one administering your testosterone and making you a man..
Titus would have both of you at a shooting range for hours getting you to shoot properly as he in between your legs.
And nghh pope would do everything in his power to make you his man, from letting you take control in the bedroom to opening his door to the car, his hands would unconsciously move to (when/if you get top surgery) the scars on your chest and tell you how much of a handsome man your becoming
Bf Pope Cody He never lets you touch doors, he’s always opening doors for you
Bf Pope Cody He takes a long time to introduce you to his family, and even when he does he still won’t leave you alone with them or even let you tell them much about yourself.
Bf Pope Cody He loves the feeling of you on top of him sitting in his lap, riding his dick, even when you reach over him to grab something.
Bf Pope Cody He’s extremely whiny and clingy when he’s horny, not in an annoying way, but when you do something that gets him all hot and bothered he’ll follow you around and try to grope you, even when you’re in public, he doesn’t care he’ll push his hardening bulge against your ass while you’re bent over.
Bf Pope Cody huge dick that he’s not great at using, he’s not bad at sex, obviously but he’s too gentle sometimes likes he’s scared he’ll hurt you, until you begged him to fuck you senseless and he broke your headboard.
Bf Pope Cody one time you shook your ass while in reverse cowgirl now he’s obsessed and always asks “Can you please do that thing again, baby?”
Bf Pope Cody He’d never do it without your written consent, but when you’re asleep in the middle of the night and he’s still awake like he usually is, he’ll fantasize about pulling your cotton panties to the side and slipping in slowly.
Bf Pope Cody One time he raised his voice at you, not on purpose he was already on the edge and you didn’t notice, when he did snap you you flinched and he still hasn’t forgiven himself he spent the rest of the day worshipping you, doing whatever you asked.
Bf Pope Cody He loves cockwarming.. When you first started dating he didn’t seem to know much about sex of course he knew the basics, but he didn’t know many positions so you left him on your laptop with pornhub opened while you went to work, when you came back he sat you on his cock and did not let you get up until both of your were whining and at your breaking points.
Bf Pope Cody He will hug you so tight that your ribs start hurting if he hasn’t seen you in more than two days and when you wince he lets go and apologizes.
Bf Pope Cody Gets all mushy when you call him by a pet name ”My love” “Handsome man” “Andy” will all just make him melt and give him at least a semi.
Bf Pope Cody He will eat your pussy for hours if you let him, his favorite time to do it is when you just get home from work and you’re all sweaty it’s a little gross but not only does he not care he prefers it.
Bf Pope Cody He really likes to grope you, you only allow it at home when the two of you are alone, he’ll come up behind you when you’re doing something and run his hands slowly up your torso then grab your breasts while nuzzling his face into your neck and breathing you in.
Bf Pope Cody He’ll tell you stuff about his past and his childhood when he knows you’re asleep not only because he has a hard time being vulnerable but he wants you to know without you feeling pity or sadness for him eventually he does tell you when you’re conscious but he won’t look you in the eye.
🪽:This took me like no time at all, I love this man but i am way to scared to continue watching Animal Kingdom
Robby kissed the guy on the left goodbye then a nine month deployment later, he picked up the man on the right. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started drooling at the sight.
Robby kissed the guy on the left goodbye then a nine month deployment later, he picked up the man on the right. I wouldn’t be surprised if he started drooling at the sight.
okay i had a lot more symbolism in mind compared to how it turned out but that's fine. the idea for this was the thought of robby and abbot only meeting each other fleetingly at work, in the turn overs between the day and night shifts. the flowers used are evening primroses for this reason.
perhaps in the future I'll explore it further; the thought of rabbot being so busy with work and barely having time for each other, but both silently yearning, is running laps around my head. hey these guys should go on a cruise together...
