turn off the moonlight, the angels are watching

batty she/they {18+} main is prettydarkage masterlist

[littlest-dark-age]

Navigation

Masterlist about batty softie night nsfw night

Rules and regulations

Most recent { older!retired!Simon turns into older!bf!simon } { obsessed!Luke Skywalker } { being rabbot's controversial young gf would include } {I won't survive this fire alone }

[elegantdeerbaran]

i can't fucking stand you bitches!!! ROBBY IS A FUCKING JEWISH MAN!! HE IS PART OF A MINORITY GROUP!! HE IS NOT JUST "A WHITE MAN"!!! yes, he is generally considered "white," but that doesn't erase the fact that he is representation for an oppressed group of people!! ANTISEMITISM IS ON THE RISE AND IT IS IMPORTANT TO REPRESENT JEWISH CULTURE ON SCREEN ESPECIALLY RIGHT NOW!! STOP ACTING LIKE THE PITT CENTERING ROBBY, SOMEONE WHOSE JEWISHNESS IS VERY IMPORTANT TO HIS CHARACTER, IS "THE SAME AS EVERY OTHER SHOW" BECAUSE IT FUCKING ISN'T!! every other show doesn't have a Jewish main character who struggles with depression and suicidal thoughts and self hatred in a realistic way that is incredibly relatable and moving for a significant number of people!!! robby is so so different from other white male main characters on mainstream tv (for a number of reasons other people could probably articulate better than me) and i'm tired of y'all pretending he's not!!!

[zivistardust]

Tag 10 people to get to know them better

Tagged by @lunesiprincesa

(Thanks for the tag!)

Last song: Hell nah by rainbow kitten surprise

Favorite color: I think lavender?

Currently watching: shameless for the thousandth time, I just started beef but have barely gotten an episode into it. Impatiently waiting for the return of IWTV.

Currently reading: Long Island Compromise, Taffy Brodesser Akner. Considering Margot’s got money troubles or big chief next.

Last google search: technical names for various concealed carry positions (for the next chapter of straight out of a telenovela)

Currently working on: straight out of a telenovela chapter 11, a Brendon ask inspired by one of my Jack fics, some other stuff ™

Coffee or tea: I love both tbh but I’m picky and specific.

Current wallpaper:

MY POOKIE MOUSE 😭

Tagging whoever actually wants to do this, feel free to. But also @rr-after-dark , @littlest-dark-age @loves-alibi and @watcherofglaxies ?

[littlest-dark-age]

Last song : Belly up by return to dust! New song I listened to

Favorite color : pink probably? Does leopard print count as a color....

Currently watching : I have...so many shows in the line up BUT the main are a rewatch of peaky blinders, animal kingdom and the Walton's 😭

Currently reading : whatever fic I can get my grubby sticky little hands on / trying to find a physical copy of dungeon crawler Carl!

Last Google search : ...tomodachi life living the dream physical copy near me 💀

Currently working on : trying to get something together for Titus danforth and working on something for the dollhouse!

Coffee or tea : tea! I don't really drink coffee......like....ever tbh

Current wallpaper : I will show my home screen since my wallpaper is me and my boyfriend:)

Tagging @club-medical @pinkandblueblurbs @randomoutsiders and whoever want to do it:)

[zivistardust]

HOLY PLOT TWIST !!!

Burying that lead was SO HARD.

I think this was originally @littlest-dark-age ‘s idea but I could be wrong. We created LORE to those two, and jacks endless mogging of him. I was blasting a lot of Shauna dean cokeland while I wrote this so. do with that what you will

[littlest-dark-age]

We spun so much lore for them, I love it

[littlest-dark-age]

Money,Money,Money,Must be funny

being rabbot's spolit princess! another part to being their controversially young gf, first set of headcannons here ʕ⁠´⁠•⁠ᴥ⁠•⁠`⁠ʔ

18+ post, as my whole blog is

warnings : daddy kink mention, alcohol mention, punishment, spanking, crying, Robby's depression and poor coping mechanisms, age gap (obviously), food mentions

It's no shock that Jack and Michael have money. I mean, they've been doctors for as long as you've been alive.

They live well. Comfortably. Sensibly.

A house that's paid off. Bills set to auto pay. The nice grocery store that has early hours for members before being fully open. Vehicles always tuned up, detailed.

They don't flaunt that they have the kind of money that would make in debt med students weep.

But it trickles into their relationship with you. In the way they hand you their card when you say you're going out for drinks with friends and a mutter of

"Get the good stuff, honey, that cheap shit makes you cranky in the morning."

How they always tell you to order whatever item has caught your eye that month or week.

New craft supplies because you wanted to try something on a whim.

The newest blind box that you now make Jack pick after he pulled the chase that you wanted last time.

The shoes or top you absolutely swore you didn't need. Jack is the worst about it. The devil on your shoulder.

"C'mon, it's only what, 30 bucks? Baby, I paid more than that for mine and Michael's lunch each the other day."

They're both always so eager to see whatever you buy. If they're at work, they make sure you send them a little vlog of you going out shopping or opening whatever you got in the mail.

Michael dips off into the ambulance bay, digging his pocket out of his scrubs as he clicks on the notification from your group chat to see the bright smile on your face as you hold a box in your hands in the thumbnail before playing it.

Your reaction, the joy and excitement as you ramble about which character you'd love to get versus the one that you don't want. It eases some of the weight on his chest that's gathered there since the start of his shift.

A moment of ease, just watching you in your happiness. Untainted by the doom and darkness that float around the Pitt like a heavy fog.

A lighthouse cutting through, guiding him back to shore when he drifts a bit too far.

Jack building you a little trinket shelf for you, saying all the ones you were looking at were too cheap looking for you. That you needed something that would last and be sturdy.

It's not the first time he's done something like this for you and it certainly wont be the last with the way he acts.

Jack feels like you deserve better than what the big box stores can provide for you.

Michael isn't much help in the matter either. While jack is usually the one to push for you to be able to get handmade items, Robby is never one to fight him on it.

And its not like they can't afford it so really what is the problem with wanting to give you things that are crafted with care, that are built to last rather than things that are meant to break down in a few years to force you to continue to buy more, more, more.

A common complaint that the two of them have shared with you time and time again. The same complaint that things these days aren't the same quality of the things they used to get.

Michael has brought this up before after seeing you wear once of his old med school shirts, the fabric soft from years of washing and wear, almost as old as you yet still holding on after so many years.

Not that he minded you wearing, they like to see you indulge in some of their older clothes. Jack says seeing you in a band shirt from a tour before you were born after sex sends a shiver up his spine in the most delicious way.

Michael rolled his eyes at the comment, still in the process of cleaning you up and getting you dressed but makes no move to disagree with your boyfriend.

They don't only spoil you with material goods, food and sex, though. They like to take you to do things you might not have had the opportunity to see or do if you weren't with them.

Weekend trips when their schedules align.

Visits to the limited exhibits, cafes, and pop up events. Little things you might have not thought about due to work or school before, if you didn't have the two of them encouraging you to go do things.

To have fun. Even if they can't go with you, they still try to get you to go out. invite a friend, have a good time, update them on what you're getting into throughout the day and night.

Waving off any concerns about if they'll feel left out with mutters of "We had our fun, you should too. Wouldn't be fair if we kept you locked up with two tired, grumpy old men all the time."

It doesn't matter how often you try to tell them that you don't think they're keeping you cooped up, that you love to be able to spend time with them always.

Even if it means that you stay on the couch for the weekend, watching the pens play the flyers and seeing them get upset when a ref misses a call.

Or if it means pizza from the little place only a few streets over that has Jack's number saved instead of getting dressed up for a night out on the town.

Sometimes, somewhere in the back of Michael's mind, he feels the instinct to provide for you in an effort to prove himself.

He's a depressed, 50ish man who isn't in the best of shape anymore and he knows it. Sometimes he wonders if you and jack would be better off just dating each other without the hassle of him. He doesn't want that, obviously but he can't help but wonder

During these low periods, you notice an influx of his more…spoiling behavior. Going even more out of his way to get you little trinkets, small things that remind him of you.

Which is…a lot, given that Michael associates you with everything good, warm and happy. he'd do anything to keep you from noticing that he isn't as good as Jack is, at least with the way his mental image of himself is.

It might take a little bit of talking, coaxing, and reassuring him that you don't want him to be anything but what he is. Not for what he can buy you or for what his body can do, though both are very nice bonuses, it's not why you're with him and Jack.

Slowly, it goes back to normal. He still buys you things just because or if you want them, like he always has the entire time all three of you have been dating. Like he always will, until the day you decide you don't want your old men anymore. They both hope that day never comes.

They make sure you eat well.

Whatever you crave for dinner, not just what you have in your fridge that you have to figure out what to do with, not just the pack of instant noodles that barely counts as a lunch, much less a full blown dinner.

Jack is the one to always ask if you got enough to eat, if you want more, if you're full or if you want a sweet treat after dinner too.

Sneaking snacks into your bag when he knows you'll be out most of the day, paired with a text message that is scheduled to send to you that reads "Check your purse baby, i put you one of those snack bars you like in your purse with some of your fruit gummy packs. There's also a water bottle in there. hydrate, refuel and stay safe. Daddies love you."

He makes sure that you ate it when you get home later that day too. Giving you a little kiss on the forehead if you did, and a quick swat to your ass if you didn't.

He always knows if you're lying to him, too. So it's generally better if you just be honest with him.

Lying about it will only get you into more serious trouble with him. If he's feeling particularly cruel, he'll let Robby handle it for him.

Jack knows that their spoiled little thing needs a firm, guiding hand sometimes. He's a touch too…easy for you. One look of those big Bambi eyes and a flutter of those lashes, he's a puddle on the floor for you.

Usually that's not a bad thing. But when you need a reminder, a guiding hand, a punishment, Michael is usually the one to dole it out. Reveling in the sight of the tears that well up in your waterline when he finally pulls you to stand after a spanking.

Watching as a few roll down your plush cheeks that have imprints in them from being squished against the fabric of his pants while you counted out loud each swat against your ass.

During long sessions like this, Jack can't be in the room the whole time.

He just can't, he knows Michael would stop the second it got too much for you and that you like this, otherwise you wouldn't press their buttons so often, but hearing your little gasps with every impact.

The way you sniffle and call out for daddy, he knows in the current moment you don't mean him but he's still your daddy and he wants to bundle you up in his arms and give you whatever you want.

His sweet baby, his precious little thing, getting spanked by mean Michael.

Even if he did by technicality cause you to be in this position, literally. Robby made him bend you over his lap for him.

One hand cupping the back of your neck, the other rubbing soothing circles against your shoulder blades while Robby's palms crack against your ass and the back of your thighs.

Cooing softly that you're okay, you're a big girl while Michael gruffly tells you to count, and if you miss one….well, you'll be restarting the punishment since it didn't seem to be working so far.

But after, when your bottom is sore and Michael thinks you've finally, finally, gotten the lesson through that hard head of yours and you're their sweet baby cherub again…..they make sure to spoil you then too.

Wiping your tears, rubbing soothing lotion into your heated skin, cradling you towards their chests as one gets up to grab you a shirt. Usually one of theirs, soft for your sensitive skin and smelling like them.

"Oh I know honey, I was so mean tonight. Daddy's sorry, he's sorry baby." He says as he presses lingering kisses to your temple.

So much online shopping. The two of them perched on either side of you with their readers on while you look at various websites on your laptop. They don't need fancy lingerie or matching sets, sure it's nice but they're at an age where it doesn't really matter.

Michael spots you trying to decide if you want the cute and comfy bra and panties or the 'sexy' set and he can see the gears turning in your brain.

"Honey, nothings sexier than our girls body being happy and comfortable. That one lace you got made you so itchy, remember?"

They want you when you have on underwear that has holes at the band, dirty hair and eating pizza on the couch while you watch one of your shows.

They don't need the lingerie.

If they see you trying to buy the generic or store band of something, Michael just gives you a look over his glasses while Jack grabs the more expensive version wordlessly.

Taking the one in your hands from you, putting it back onto the shelf with a little cheeky swat to your behind.

"You said you didn't like those that much, get what you want baby, we mean it."

"Yea, you said it wasn't as good."

You roll your eyes, knowing that when they decide to tag team you like this that you'll never win.

Watching as Jack tosses the box of the more expensive option into the cart before carrying on with your shopping for the day.

It's not the first time that they've done it, backing each other up and bullying you into getting what you actually want, with love of course.

You've seen the looks they share, flickering over your head and it seems like an entire conversation is held in a mere few glances sent between each other. Never malicious, or meant to cause ill will.

Just nudging you towards what you want vs what's the more affordable option. Like they always do, trying to make sure that you have the best of what you can out of what they're able to provide for you.

Wanting you to have everything your little heart burns for. Everything you desire. Knowing they have the means. Able to give you what you want

Fueled by the love that fills their hearts and minds.

They never want you to have to settle, to want.

[littlest-dark-age]

Creeping vines, strangling

18+ post, as my whole blog is.

tw for choke hold, cream pie, being called baby, slut, greedy, and dumb, singular spank?, marking mention, Jack calling your cunt she/her, mean Jack, drool mention, lmk if I missed anything !

for @sionainn-renee (⁠*⁠˘⁠︶⁠˘⁠*⁠)⁠.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡

word count - 1,153

The air in the room is thick with the scent of sex, yet the spice of Jack's cologne and his natural musk fill your nostrils and lungs with every pant and ragged inhale. The hairs on his arms brush against the delicate skin of your chin and throat with the way he has your neck gently squeezed in the crook of his elbow, his thick bicep squishing the plush of your cheek against the freckled skin. Warm breath fans across your ear lightly with each exhale, feeling the brush of his lips against your lobe with every mutter.

"C'mon, I know you can take more than that, can't you? My sweet sluts little cunt takes this cock all the time, gonna tell me it stopped fitting just because I got a little busy? Greedy fuckin' cunt, yea I know baby." Jack rambles as he holds you by the throat with his arm.

With blood rushing in your ears, its hard to hear the smack of skin on skin as Jack pumps into you from behind, the fat of your thighs and ass clapping against his pelvis and echoing into the room. The bed creaks in protest of the familiar strain, headboard thudding lightly against the wall of the bedroom.

A symphony of pleasure, with Jack conducting it. Using your body as the main instrument, forcing moans and whimpers out of your drool slicked mouth as it hand open. Gaping, sighs of pleasure flow from it the same way drool dribbles out and down to your bare chest. Strands dripping onto your nipples, smearing over them with the way Jack has you hunched over the bed.

Face pressing against the sheets, unable to move or run from the pleasure with the weight of him hunching over you and the hold his arm is forcing your head up into.

"Fucking filthy, making a mess all over me and the bed. Go away for a few days and you lose all your manners, don't you honey? That's okay, we'll fix you right up again." He says before nipping at the shell of your ear. The feeling of his teeth has a moan tumbling out of your agape mouth, a chuckle slipping out of him as he hears the sound.

He knows that your head is stuffed full of cotton at the moment, the way your eyes glazed over when he first pushed into your cunt telling him everything he needed to know about how the rest of the night was going to go. The way his words laced with condescension sent you further and further into that space in your mind that only he can put you into. Knows that right now, you would accept anything he gives or does to you.

"That's it, you're gonna take it because I say you can." He gruffly says, groaning softly as he feels you clench around him at the words.

Moaning out, you feel his cock reach deep in you with every slam of his hips that seem to drive his cock even deeper than you thought just a moment before. You swear you think he'll end up reaching into your throat before the night is over, which you wouldn't exactly mind.

Every thrust feels like liquid fire dripping onto your nerves, the cold press of his dog tags against your sweat slick back where they're trapped between your pleasure ridden bodies seems to only magnify this. Spreading the fire that's building in you until it feels like its about to envelope the two of you. The knot Jack seems to keep tangling inside of you only tightens with his movement, wrapping you up in its tangles without mercy.

The same way that he pushes into you with a soft grunt, over and over and over, without any form of mercy. Knowing you'll be able to take it like you always do for him.

A sharp sting blooms across the side of your thigh before you register the sound of his hand coming down against your soft skin. The harsh swat brings you out of your mind slightly, bringing you back into your body, into the pleasure that Jack is pouring into you.

"Nah uh, stay with me baby, not running from this cock even in that dumb little head of yours." He says before ramming into you with a particularly hard thrust, punching the air out of your lungs and forcing your eyes to roll back into your skull.

Letting out a low whine, one of your hands comes up to claw at the skin of his arm that is currently keeping you from pace planting into the mattress like a rag doll. Dragging your nails against the freckled skin, leaving angry red lines in their wake that only make Jack grin against the side of your head.

"That's it, mark me as yours."

Jack knows he's yours, but he always loves to see visible reminders of the claim you have over him, the same way he loves to see your body a mess before he cleans you up. Cum smeared against the inside of your thighs, leaking out of you for a moment while he grabs his crutches and goes to the bathroom to grab you a wet rag.

The feeling of your nails biting into his arm nearly sends him off the edge, groaning lowly as the coil in his belly threatens to snap. Pulling you even closer, though you think that nothing would be close enough for him, his stubble covered face finds it's way into the crook of your neck. Biting down into the soft skin there, not hard enough to break skin but enough that in the back of your mind that can still manage to form words, you wonder how big of a love bite will be there in the morning.

"Yea, that's a good slut, knew this cunt wouldn't disappoint. She never does, huh?" His words are muffled against your skin. The rumble of his chest vibrating against your back as he practically growls them out.

Your minimal thoughts get cut short as you feel him throb inside of you for a short moment before flooding into you. Grunting softly, he stills as he feels your walls spasm around him. His release triggering yours which prolongs his, dominoes falling perfectly in place and locking the two of you in place for several seconds.

A bubble of calm, pleasure and light exhaustion forming around the two of you for a brief moment. Heavy breaths break up the newfound silence, the sound of your hearts beating in your chests suddenly loud in the room.

Soft, warm puffs of air fan over your neck, ghosting over the skin of your collarbone as Jack tries to catch his breath. Pressing a soft kiss to the indent that his teeth left just a second ago.

"Told you, my slut could take it like a champ."

[littlest-dark-age]

I have two posts coming out this week, one for mean Jack and the other for rabbot's controversial young gf SO what else do we want ?

what do you want to feast upon?

pathetic Robby x reader (probably girl loser r)

titus Danforth (probably dark)

more for the doll house (pope x his adopted / step "niece" )

Voting ended onApr 23

[robinavitchslut]

and if i said perv!robby with his dick pierced what would you guys say???

[littlest-dark-age]

Welcome to the doll house

18+ post, as my whole blog is

Each post has individual warnings, please read them before continuing with the post -⁠ᄒ⁠ᴥ⁠ᄒ⁠-

I won't survive this fire alone - first part of this universe, headcanons. Being Julia's sort of step daughter and starting to build.....something with pope when you and J move in with the Cody's after she OD's.

Unopened at your feet - Pope likes to watch you sleep and gets worked up in the process

More to come...

[littlest-dark-age]

What do we want next ?

which piece should I work on next?

More from The Doll house (dolly and pope)

Pathetic Robby x Girl loser

Something for Titus danforth

More to being rabbot's controversial young gf

Voting ended onApr 11

[littlest-dark-age]

The court orders more rabbot x controversial young gf!

[littlest-dark-age]

What do we want next ?

which piece should I work on next?

More from The Doll house (dolly and pope)

Pathetic Robby x Girl loser

Something for Titus danforth

More to being rabbot's controversial young gf

Voting ended onApr 11

[littlest-dark-age]

Unopened at your feet

Meet dolly (inspo/moodboard for her) here and the first post for this series and general universe

mdni, 18+ post as my whole blog is

tw for fem!reader, masturbation (m), somno, noncon/dubcon, scent kink, pussy worship, bush mention, major age gap {reader is legal}, fauxcest {pope is readers "uncle", they are not actually related}, obsessed pope, creepy pope?, sleep watching, religious imagery?, lmk if I missed anything!

word count : 1,463

Pope isn't sure how he wound up here. Well, he knows his legs carried him towards his old room but he doesn't remember making the conscious decision to head down the hall, turn the door knob or walk over to the bed.

He wants to blame it on habits. He isn't able to. Knows that his body was pulled here for a different reason.

You.

The tingle in the back of his mind that he wants to scratch. To claw at. It might go away then, he thinks silently as his mind wanders.

A hopeful thought, really.

Yet useless, he knows.

He shouldn't be here. In your room, standing beside the bed. Silently staring like he always does. Shouldn't want you. Not like this anyways.

A forbidden fruit. A supple sweetness that is dangled in front of him yet denied.

Andrew wonders if this is what it would be like to have been in the garden of Eden.

His soul bare instead of his body, staring at the way you lay underneath the sheets and covers the way eve looked at the apple mere moments before sinking her teeth into the flesh of it.

Andrew wants to sink his teeth into your flesh.

He understands her, in a twisted and gnarled way. Maybe the name he was given, not the one at birth but Pope, doomed him to such a fate.

A pope, he was deemed. Bound by cloth to do those above's bidding. Though he wasn't granted the mercy of a church, or a god. No, he was born to do the bidding's of his mother.

Andrew sinks to his knees at the edge of your bed, as if you are his pulpit. His altar. Your resting body, partially hidden by the bedding.

"You're so pretty like this. Like a little doll….my dolly…." He whispers as he pushes down the desires that gnaw at his bones, looking at you.

Soft skin, warm from sleep. He wants to reach out, drag his soiled and blood soaked hands across the smooth planes of your legs. One poking out of the covers, a habit, he's found.

He can't though. Not yet, at the least.

Popes eyes roam over your legs, up your torso to land on your sleeping face. Lips parted, looking sweet as rose petals coated in morning dew. His tongue darts out to wet his own mouth. Wondering what you would do if he pressed it against yours.

A thought he has often. You've begun to plague his mind. Lingering like smoke after a fire.

You light him on fire, he thinks as he leans forward, laying his cheek against the flat of the mattress near your feet.

Eyes fluttering shut as he takes a deep breath, lungs filling with the sweet scent of salted caramel and coconut. The scent of your lotion and shower routine. He's seen it in the bathroom, smelt it linger in the air like a haze after you shower and steam billows out from the bathroom.

"You smell so good…" he whispers into the still air of your room. Fan churning overhead. Swallowing, Pope shuffles further up the side of the bed.

The brush of his curls against your legs tickling your skin, even in a deep sleep. Staring at you from where he kneels, watching as you stir. Rolling over, legs shuffling under the bedding.

A peak of white cotton catches Andrew's eye. Soft, white, a sweet little bow resting at the top of your mound. A few stray hairs peaking out from the gusset, soft as they brush against the cotton. The mental image of your core sending blood rushing to his cock.

He wonders if you're the type to think that guys want it bald. He hopes not. Not that he would ever tell you what to do with it, but pope thinks the hair is sexy. From a time before internet porn and the hairless fad. Grew up thinking that it's what made a cunt.

"I bet you're so warm …..soft and sweet…." Andrew whispers, leaning forward to drag the tip of his nose up your core and mound while taking a deep breath in. Eyes fluttering shut as he breaths your scent in, panting slightly. Warm breaths fanning over the white cotton.

"I need you. I don't know what you've done to me…" He breathes out. "I can't stop it. It's like you're infecting me."

Tongue lolling out, licking a fat, wide, strip up from your covered core to where your clit is slowly. Tasting more fabric than you but it doesn't matter. Not to Andrew. The fact that he's tasting you at all sends his tummy into knots.

Groaning against you softly, he wonders what you would do if you were awake. Would you moan? Whine? Would your hands reach for his curls to shove him away or grip them to tug him closer?

Pope presses his face deeper into the plush softness of your covered core, huffing your scent as he shuts his eyes. Resting there for a moment, ignoring the tightness in his own pants. His cock can wait, but laying there with his face pressing against you? It feels amazing.

It would be better if he could fully taste you, feel you wrap around him. But, for now, this is what he can have. Though, with the way you two are going……he hopes it won't be this way for long. Even if that bubbling hope makes him feel a little bit like an old perv, he wants it more than anything.

Pulling away from your mound with a deep breath, laying his head gently on your soft thigh as one of his hands goes to unbutton his pants. Shoving them down his thighs just enough to pull his cock out. Tip leaking like a faucet, flushed an angry shade of dark pink.

He wonders if you'd like his cock. Pope hopes you would. He'd use it however you wanted.

A freckled hand wraps around his shaft, spreading his pre-cum while pretending it's your slick.

Andrew gasps as he starts to fist his cock, turning his head to kiss your thighs. Mouth hanging open as he pants against your skin, the sound of his fist on his cock starting to squelch in the quiet room.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. You make me act like this. Oh God, I'm so sorry. I can't stop." He whispers against your leg as his hand works over his thick shaft faster.

The reminder of you only being asleep, being able to catch him touching himself while huffing at you like a dog, spurs him on.

"I just. I need you. You're so good. I could be good for you, I would. I would take care of you, I promise. I promise." His voice cracks slightly at the end as his breath hitches. Popes hand clenching himself roughly, stroking over his cock like it's meant to be a punishment for being this way over you.

"Dolly, please, my pretty doll." He begs into the midnight air. The coil in his abs twisting further as he looks up at you. Drool seeping out of his open mouth, onto your leg.

The feeling of the dampness against you as you stirring again, only to settle a moment later. Legs splayed open wider slightly, Pope is able to see the damp spot in your panties.

"Did I do that? Did i make my dolly wet?" He whimpers as his fist is working his cock even faster at the thought.

Your body responding to his, even in your sleep. Calling out to him, giving him permission.

It's only a few moments later that he's burying his face against your clothed cunt again, groaning into you as he cums over his hands. Thick ropes that don't seem to end, spurting out more when he thinks it's done. Almost like his body is trying to give you everything.

He would, if you'd let him. Will, one day.

Slowly, Pope's heart rate calms down. Pulling his face from you, taking a deep breath. Chest heaving slightly as he looks down at the mess over his lap and hands. Realizing exactly what he'd done now that the lustful haze is lifted.

Biting his lip, he rests his head back onto the mattress again. Squeezing his eyes shut, a shuddering breath racks through him.

"I'm sorry dolly, I'm so sorry." He echos his words from earlier, muffled by the bedding and mattress.

Despite his words, he knows he will continue to stand over your bed as you sleep soundly in the night. Andrew knows that a flicker of guilt won't stop him from wanting you in ways he shouldn't. Ways that aren't meant for him.

Mind, body and soul. Your heart.

[littlest-dark-age]

Fighting Tumblr let me edit my pope Cody post without POSTING IT

I've had to delete it TWICE.

[inbred-eater]

UNPUNISHABLE

pairing .ᐟ andrew ‘pope’ cody x younger!fem!reader

warnings .ᐟ 18+ mdni. age gap (reader is in her 20s). reader is deran’s best friend. established relationship. reader calls pope andy. shower sex. cunnilingus. slight possession kink (?). pussy spanking. creampie. slight cock warming. pope cries during sex!! no use of y/n.

summary .ᐟ you get andrew’s initial tattooed onto you :)

acknowledgements .ᐟ gif (1) creds: @/wesandresons | gif (2) creds: @/abbotstudy | divider creds: @/suupersonic

authors note .ᐟ talked about this with @ovaryacted meowww

You remember the day you met the rest of the Cody family like it was yesterday, more importantly the day you met Andrew - you were Deran’s best friend, someone he’d met at a surf shop that felt like a breath of fresh air, someone that didn’t see him as a Cody but just as Deran; you both clicked instantly, becoming the best of buds in no time. Deran made sure to keep you far away from his family, he didn’t need them running you off and ruining the one good friendship he had in his life - but unfortunately, like all good things, that were to come to an end.

You had been shopping for some new bikini’s, wired earphones in your ears when you caught sight of Deran and a taller man with shoulder length brunette hair, a smile immediately encompassing your features as you took your earphones out and went up to him, covering his eyes from behind, “Guess who?” You giggled, kissing his cheek before settling beside him, leaving Craig incredibly puzzled, who watched the entire ordeal with furrowed brows and wide eyes.

You immediately felt the awkward tension between the three of you, your wide eyes darting between Deran and the man you hadn’t seen before, a very incorrect realisation dawning on you, “Oh fuck - are you on a date? Shit! Don’t worry I’m literally just his friend - the kiss on the cheek is just how I greet him.” You rushed to explain yourself to the stranger, hands up in defence as you apologised profusely, introducing yourself and reassuring him that you were just a very affectionate best friend.

Craig burst into laughter at your words, shaking his head, and although Deran was mortified by your words and the fact that you weren’t a his little slice of normal life anymore, he couldn’t help but laugh, rubbing a hand over his eyes at your flushed face, only serving to confuse you even more.

“Nah I don’t swing that way - and he’s my brother so even if I did that’d be all kinds of messed up.” The stranger clarified, your hand slapping over your mouth in embarrassment, looking at Deran with, “Oh my god, why have you never showed me pictures of your family before asshole?!” written all over your face, snorting to yourself as you looked to the floor, squeezing your eyes shut.

Deran slapped a hand to your shoulder, shaking his head, “This is uh Craig,” He cleared his throat, gesturing to his brother before introducing you by name, still very weary about the interaction and what this meant for you - his whole family would know about you the minute he and Craig would leave, meaning Smurf would know about you, something he never wanted.

“You been holding out on us man - didn’t know you had such dope friends.” Craig huffed, eyeing you in a manner that was anything but friendly, ticking Deran off even further, steam practically bellowing from his ears as he thought up ways to tell off his brother once you were out of sight. “We’re actually throwing a party t’night - you should come, could get to know Deran’s bestie better like that - Smurf would love her.” Craig snorted, an obvious inside joke thing happening before your eyes as Deran stared daggers at his brother after his last comment, muttering a hushed, “Jesus,” under his breath.

You chewed the inside of your cheek at his offer, looking from his brother then back to Deran, trying to gauge what he wanted you to say from the look in his eyes; “Uhh I’ve actually got something to do t’night but thank you Craig.” You murmured, dropping your one hand to squeeze at Deran’s, showing understanding for his predicament - he was always weird about his family any time you’d brought them up throughout the duration of your friendship, simply chalking it up to him not having the best relationship with them, but based on this interaction alone it was a lot deeper than that.

Deran breathed a sigh of relief, his eyes conveying each emotion he’d just experienced, silently communicating with you, thanking you even. “Anyhow - I’ve gotta go but it was good meeting you Craig, see you later Deran.” You smiled, standing on your tippy toes to press a kiss to his cheek again before leaving, waving over your shoulder before disappearing into another aisle.

Craig stood with his hands in his pockets, unashamedly watching the way your ass swayed side to side in the jean skirt you donned, shaking his head before looking down at Deran, “She’s hot.” He laughed, earning him a punch to the shoulder as Deran shook his head and walked ahead of him, reaching for a cigarette in his pocket as they exited the store, “Shut up man - and don’t go near her you hear me? She doesn’t need your coked up ass messin’ up her life.” He scoffed, entering his car.

But later that night you found yourself alongside Deran anyway, having had the blonde rock up to your apartment and ask you if you actually did wanna go to the party his family was throwing, to which your answer was - “I won’t go if you don’t want me to - if you’re not comfortable with me meeting them, I’d understand,” - Deran brushed you off, dragging you along with him to the party anyway; he knew his family would find out about you regardless and if he was forced to stare at Smurf’s face for a few hours, at least he had you to keep him company then.

“Holy shit D - your mom a fucking mob boss or what? This is nice.” You snorted as you got out of his car, your eyes wide as you looked over the Cody residence as yourself and Deran walked through the gate to the backyard where the party was well underway, people scattered everywhere - in the pool, in the kitchen, on the lounge chairs, it was like something out of the movies you’d grown up watching.

Deran shook his head, shaking his head as you practically hit the nail on the head with that one, placing a cigarette between his lips before lighting the stick, “You don’t wanna know - believe me.” He huffed, greeting a few people here and there before reluctantly introducing you to the rest of his family - J and Smurf - when Craig called him over, handing you a beer with a cheeky “There she is!” as Smurf looked you over in that judgemental way of hers, almost sussing you out before leaving to enter the kitchen, the swagger in her walk sending chills down your spine.

You’d been swallowing back the bitter taste of the beer Craig handed to you when a loud, booming voice sounded out from where you and Deran had just entered, your head whipping over your shoulder to watch as the hottest, broadest, beefiest man you’d ever seen strut toward Craig and Deran, “Where the hell is Smurf?!” He roughly asked again, tone of voice conveying just how pissed off he was, his lips curled as he looked from his two brothers to J and then to the unfamiliar pretty face standing with wide eyes next to Deran.

It was in that moment that Pope’s entire worldview was altered, his shoulders broad and brows set as he stared meticulously at you, eyes raking over how snug the clothes you donned fit to your figure, looking so out of place amongst his shit show of a family.

You figured if looks could kill you’d be dead, with the way the stranger before you was staring at you, his green, no brown - no hazel eyes almost trying to figure you out and who the hell you were, the cogs in his brain whirring the more he stared. Deran could feel you shaking like a leaf into his side, muttering a strained “Jesus Pope you’re scarin’ her,” under his breath, half stepping in front of you, pulling Pope’s attention, “Hey man chill out - she’s inside.” He cleared his throat, looking to the kitchen then back to Pope, whose eyes were now back on you, cataloguing your micro expressions by the second, his infatuation with you growing as he stood in place.

The hairs on the back of your neck stood to attention, chewing the inside of your cheeks to a shredded mess as you peered at Pope with curious eyes, watching him watch you before he grunted and stormed off to the kitchen, catching Smurf as she poured herself a vodka cran. You cleared your throat, nudging Deran’s side with your shoulder, “Who was that?” You whispered, gesturing toward Pope with a nod of your head.

Deran swallowed, fishing for a cigarette from his pocket, "Andrew, ‘nother one of my brother’s - he's the oldest." He nodded, lighting the cigarette and taking a puff before passing it to you. You hummed around the bud, exhaling the smoke before handing it back to him, your eyes tracking Pope as he talked with Smurf, the sliding door providing an ample view into the intense conversation they were having.

You kept staring, watching it all unfold - in a similar fashion to what Pope would usually do, only pulling your eyes away for a brief second as Smurf brushed Pope off with one of those malicious smiles of hers before coming back to the backyard, your eyes picking up to see Pope leaned up against the counter, jaw clenched and nostrils flaring, that was until he looked up, his eyes connecting with yours once again.

You held his gaze, still chewing the inside of your cheek before you timidly lifted your hand up and waved, the sweetest smile encompassing your features as you did so.

This caught Pope completely off guard, brooding demeanour faltering, his features softening in confusion as he watched you, only lifting his hand and waving awkwardly after you'd already turned back to Deran and Craig, this interaction searing a place into his memory - something he'd hold on to for years to come without a doubt, carrying him through any and all hardships until he eventually mustered up the courage to actually ask you out after countless awkward encounters with one another.

Fast forward to two years later - you’d been helping Lena with her math homework whilst Pope and the rest of the boys were busy with a job, picking her up and spinning her around when she’d gotten all her questions correct, carrying her to the kitchen for one of the brownies you’d promised her as a reward for getting her questions right, laughing when she dramatically fawned over the brownies, only for your girl time to be interrupted by the sound of rowdy wolf whistles and loud voices from the backyard, a huge smile on your face as you realised they were safely back.

Lena immediately rushed past you at the sight of Pope, the smile on your face wiped clean off when you saw the cut on his lip and cheek, the skin around them already bruising, mouth agape as you watched him pick Lena up, pressing a kiss to her hair before setting her down, sighing as he walked up to you.

“What the hell happened? Are you okay?” You worried, gently taking his face between your palms, assessing his injuries to make sure they weren’t too serious. “Popey got his ass handed to him is what happened.” Craig laughed, to which you only rolled your eyes, looking over your shoulder at Lena, “Why don’t you go finish the brownie in Grandma Smurf’s room and I’ll call you when dinners done then I’ll take you to Jessica’s for your sleepover?” You tilted your head at the little girl, blowing her a kiss when she nodded and trotted away, the scene before Pope reminding him of why he fell in love with you in the first place.

Once Lena was out of sight you turned back to Pope, chewing the skin on your bottom lip, “You’re okay?” You murmured again, softer this time, your thumb stroking his jawline with so much care in the world it genuinely had Pope’s knees buckling. He nodded, shushing your worries by pressing a kiss to the palm of your hand, “I’m fine - this is nothing - where’s Smurf?” He grunted, looking around before settling those hazel eyes back on your figure, his right hand sneaking to cup your ass through your jean shorts.

You shrugged, “No clue - she just left, told me to keep an eye on Lena like I haven’t been doing that this whole time.” You tsked, clearing your throat before leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips, “Glad you’re back in one piece.” You mumbled against his lips, teasingly biting his bottom lip before slipping away, jogging up to Deran and pressing a kiss to his cheek, looking him over to make sure he had no injuries similar to Pope’s, patting his cheek and running your hand through his hair once you were done, expressing how happy you were to have him back safe.

“What, me and J don’t get kisses? I’m wounded.” Craig dramatically gasped, clutching his chest to which you giggled, blowing him and J a kiss before joining Pope back in the kitchen. “Want me to clean that up for you?” You softly spoke, pointing a manicured nail toward his cheek, to which Pope shook his head, mumbling something about doing it later.

You nodded, turning on your heels and standing on your tippy toes to reach the glasses on the third shelf for a celebratory drink, your white tank lifting as you did so, revealing a sliver of your midriff and evidently the ‘A’ tattoo you’d gotten near your bikini line, immediately catching Pope’s attention, stealing the breath from his lungs - he had an inkling on what it meant or more so, who it was for, and the thought drove him mad. He swiftly slid up to your side, getting the glasses for you and setting them down onto the counter before placing his hands on your hips, turning you so you were properly facing him, his eyes never leaving yours as his thumb found the ink on your skin, stroking it with the care and precision of a surgeon.

“What’s this?” He murmured, his eyes still on yours as he tapped the tattoo for emphasis, adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed, his unoccupied hand white knuckling the edge of the counter behind you. You sucked your cheeks in, biting back a smile, “A tattoo.” You answered simply, giggling to yourself as he sassily rolled his eyes. “I know it’s a tattoo smart ass - when’d you get it?” He asked softly, his eyes closing momentarily when your hands moved into his auburn curls, carefully raking your fingers through them.

It was moments like these that Pope cherished dearly - quiet moments with you between his arms; you, him and lena having dinner together then a movie night, almost resembling a normal family, hence the sentimental value he placed on them.

“A bit ago - ‘s not as sore as it used to be.” You quipped, puckering your lips for a kiss, to which Pope complied, leaning down to press a kiss to the corner of your lips, “How come I’ve never seen it before?” He quietly asked, pressing another peck to your lips before pulling away, his eyebrows scrunched in thought as he looked at you.

“You’ve been busy planning for the job - glad you’re seein’ it now though - d’you like it?” You hummed, tilting your head with your bottom lip caught between your teeth, wide eyes staring up at Pope. Did he like it? Did he like it? God he was fighting to not go against his own morals and fuck you right there in the kitchen - of course he fucking loved it.

He scoffed at your words, the slightest smile encompassing his stoic features, his eyes finally leaving yours to take a better look at the tattoo, taking in the neat line work and the heart next to the ‘A’, his pants tightening by the minute at the implication of it.

“What’s it mean?” He voiced, his eyes trailing back up to yours, the rest of the world forgotten - you at the centre of his universe. You knew he knew what it meant, judging by the full cocky smile spread over his lips, pearly whites on display, and the very noticeable tent in his jeans, he definitely did. Your lips curled inward, smiling as you leaned forward, pressing your forehead to his chest, your face hot at the tension brewing between you and your oh so doting boyfriend.

“You know what it means Andrew.” You laughed softly, pulling back to look at him as he nodded, bringing both hands to your hips now, grabbing at the flesh there. “Yeah you’re right, I do.” He exhaled, looking you over a final time before bringing his right hand to grasp at your jaw, blunt nails digging into your cheeks as he angled your face up, eyes moving from yours then down to your lips, lingering on your plump bottom lip before connecting yours with his, his eyes closed in bliss as yours arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him all the more closer as he all but ate your face, his tongue sliding into your mouth with practiced ease, keeping your face right where he wanted it with the hand still on your jaw.

Your head spun as he continued kissing you, legs wobbly as you melted into him, his other hand at the small of your back to keep you steady, only pulling away when he could tell you were running out of breath, panting as a string of saliva connected your kiss bitten, swollen lips to his, the sight down right sinful. “You’re somethin’ else y’know that?” He roughly spoke, his voice gravelly and his lips begging to be back on yours again.

You chortled, shrugging as you hopped up to wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him tightly before pressing a careful kiss to the cut on his cheek, then to the underside of his jaw, “Love you too.” You whispered into the skin there, playfully nipping at it before hopping down at the sound of Lena’s voice calling your name, mumbling a “duty calls,” under your breath, your hips swaying as you walked away from the kitchen, smiling briefly at him over your shoulder before disappearing to get to Lena.

“So pussy whipped.” Craig huffed from the dining room, only earning himself a cold glare from Pope, his mind still on you and the ink etched into your skin - not just any ink, his initial, practically branding you as his, sending his mind into overdrive.

Later that night, with Lena at her friend’s place and away from Smurf, Pope was finally at ease, his mind still on that damned ‘A’ on your skin, mindlessly nodding his head when you mentioned that you were going to take a shower, pressing a sweet kiss to his cheek before skipping off, the sound of the shower going on in the distance as Pope lingered in the kitchen, gripping the edge of the granite countertops before he all but marched to the bathroom, opening it slowly and taking his usual seat on the ottoman in there, his eyes zeroing in on your soaked skin as you showered.

This was something he did regularly, sitting and watching you that is - the first time he did it, you were a little freaked out by it, but as time went on you slowly grew fond of it, even missing it at times when he’d be busy with his brothers, so when you watched him saunter into the bathroom, manspreading on his usual seat, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes never leaving you, you smiled, continuing the task of lathering the new vanilla body scrub you’d bought, all over your skin.

Pope sat there, his eyes trailing your naked body until it landed on the ink again, gaze never leaving as your body twisted and turned to scrub yourself up, his adams apple bobbing with each swallow to keep himself composed, his tongue darting out to wet his lips as he thought back to your words from earlier - “You know what it means Andrew,” - the emphasis you put on his name, it all had his mind short circuiting.

“Do you wanna join me baby?” You hummed, interrupting his train of thought and pulling him from getting lower in his own mind, as you stuck your head out from around the glass shower door, a mischievous smile on your face. Pope’s brows shot up, rubbing his hands up and down over his clothed thighs, the corner of his lips picking up just slightly before he got rid of his own clothes, cupping his junk as he walked across the bathroom to get to the shower, smiling at the sounds of your giggles as he got in.

You immediately reached to wrap your arms around his neck, bringing him under the stream of water with you, Pope wincing slightly at the scalding, damn near molten like temperature of the water, “Jesus honey, d’you wanna burn your skin off? That can’t be healthy.” He huffed, large calloused hands digging into the small of your back as you twisted your body to make the water a little colder, mumbling a soft “oops” under your breath as you did so.

“Sorryyyy,” You dragged the word out, turning back to him, leaning forward to press a chaste kiss to the tip of his nose, the softness of it all making up for all the trauma he endured in his childhood. “Forgot how fragile your skin is,” You snorted, running a hand through his now damp curls, only laughing even louder when his one hand snuck down to cup your ass, body jolting as he laid a light smack to the plump flesh there, “That smart mouth.” He commented offhandedly, shaking his head before he looked down, the tattoo catching his attention again, the hand that had just been on your ass now snaking to your front, just barely skimming the ink.

“Can I touch it?” He hummed, blown pupils meeting yours for permission as you nodded, “Course you can, it’s healed already so yeah.” You said, watching intrigued as his thumb found the tainted skin there, stroking oh so gently over the lines of ink in your skin, pressing just slightly on the heart next to the ‘A’, his breath shaky as he did so, sending a rush of arousal to your centre.

“Why’d you do it mhm? It’s basically like gettin’ my name tattooed onto you, y’know that?” He murmured, voice gravelly in that way that turned your mind to mush, paired with his hands touching anywhere and everywhere, his focus on the tattoo and the tattoo only.

You let out the softest whimper at his left hand sliding to your ass and massaging the fat of it, “Cause I love you - and cause I like being yours.” You shrugged, your voice sultry, your eyes low as you moved your hand to his jaw, tilting his face up so it was in line with yours.

“I like people knowing I’m yours and yours only Andrew - love telling them it stands for Andrew when they ask what it means.” You chuckled, chest heaving now as your want, no, your need for him grew stronger by the second.

Popes skin was buzzing now, his cock standing to attention as your words set in - you wanted to be known as Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody’s girl, you wanted people to know who you belonged to - the thought alone had his body moving before his mind caught up to it, sliding both hands to your hips before sinking down to the shower floor, the tiles digging into his knees as he looked up at you, ready to worship you like one would worship a deity.

“Say it again.” He roughly spoke through broken breaths, his right hand sliding down to cup your thigh, not before pressing into the tattoo, lifting your leg over his broad shoulder, your sex a mere inches away from his face. You moaned at the sight before you, your hand reaching to fist itself in his hair, “I like - I love being yours Andrew - I love people knowing I’m yours and only yours.” You spoke through bated breaths, slick dripping from your folds now.

Pope nodded, his eyes staring at his (your) pretty pussy, leaning forward to press a kiss to your mound before looking up at you, “Yeah, yeah that’s right - mine, all mine.” He hummed into your skin before diving in, eating your spoiled cunt like a man starved, his tongue burying to the hilt inside you, all the while his nose deliciously rubbed against your clit, already sending your thighs shaking.

“God yes.” You huffed under your breath, pulling slightly at the roots of his hair, egging Pope on, full on making out with your pussy now, not sure where your slick ended and his saliva began, needing to taste your essence on his tongue. “Yeah you like being mine angel? Gonna put a ring on it, make it official.” He mumbled into your flesh, pulling away from your entrance with a sex induced haze, focusing his efforts on your swollen bundle of nerves, his words falling on deaf ears as your eyes rolled to the back of your skull, your unoccupied hand reaching behind you to grip at the wall, your stomach twitching as he ate you out like never before, a man on a mission that no one was going to get in the way of.

“I asked you a question honey.” He hummed into your cunt, sucking so gloriously on your clit, your entire body on fire, and not due to the warm water from the shower. He emphasised his words with a slap to your poor clit when you still hadn’t answered, looking up at you with your arousal coating his lips.

You nodded, tears in your eyes as you were just on that edge of bliss, needing one little push, “Mhm-yesyesyesyes.” You babbled, completely gone now as he kept placing light smacks to your throbbing clit, “Like being yours Andy, only yours.” You mumbled, words barely audible but enough for Pope to dig back in, now tongue fucking you as the hand that had been on your thigh that was over his shoulder, now rubbing pressured circles onto your sensitive pearl, occasionally pinching the bundle of nerves.

“That’s good - you’re doing so good. C’mon baby, wanna taste you.” He practically begged, needing to taste his woman’s spend. Those words were all you needed it seemed, your legs shaking uncontrollably around him, tugging harshly at his hair as that coil in your belly snapped, the rapid up and down of your chest a testament to how earth shattering the orgasm was, your body numb as Pope pulled away from your spent cunt with a pop, his lips and chin covered in you, groaning as he stood up straight, his hand seeking out your jaw to press your lips to his, tasting yourself on his tongue as he bullied his way into your mouth.

“God I love you so much.” He mumbled into your mouth, pathetically panting as the kiss grew messier, one hand on your hip to keep you steady whilst the other stayed on your cheek, his thumb gently stroking back and forth as he continued kissing you, swallowing your mewls.

“Mhm - love you too Andy.” You cried, only pulling away to catch your breath, your forehead resting on his as your hand reached down for his cock, delivering a few gentle, slow teasing strokes before bringing the tip of his girthy dick to your sensitive pussy, gasping when it caught on your clit, dragging it through your folds until Pope couldn’t take it anymore, moving both hands to your hips so he could ram into you, his clock slipping into your sopping hole with ease, immediately pressing to that spongey spot inside you, making your toes curl as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist, squeezing your thigh as he bucked his hips, increasing his pace as he fucked into you, desperate to get closer, almost needing to be inside your skin.

“You-you have no idea how much you mean to me do you baby?” He huffed, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes as you scratched up his back like a bitch in heat, digging your nails into the muscles there as you rested your face in the crook of his neck, the sounds bouncing off of the walls like something out of a porno - filthy and degenerate, the complete opposite of the love making you and Pope were immersed in.

Your tits bounced as he rammed into you, completely gone now as you let him use your body, your moans growing in pitch with each thrust into your spent cunt. “I’d be nothin’ without you, you hear me? God I love you so fuckin’ much.” He mumbled, groaning as he pressed your back into the cool tiles of the shower wall, using this to fuck into your faster, your whines egging him on.

“Touch yourself.” He groaned after a moment of silence, and through your hazy, cock drunk mind, you did so, sneaking your hand between your body and his, whimpering when your index and middle fingers touched your used and abused clit, rubbing tentative circles in time with his thrusts, eyes half lidded as you came once again, body twitching as you bit down onto his shoulder to quiet yourself, a drooling mess as he kept fucking into you, needing that release himself.

“Yours.” You babbled into his skin, brain mush as your body jerked in time with his thrusts, Pope full on crying now as your words registered, grunting as his balls tightened, ropes of cum coating your insides as his pace faltered, breath hot as he panted, tears streaming down his beautiful face.

He loved you more than words could ever convey, it was sickening almost.

You both stayed there for a minute, under the warm stream of the shower, your legs still around his waist, his softening cock still buried in your heat, keeping him warm, one strong arm keeping you to his chest while the other stroked down your back, gently bringing you down from your intense high.

“Were you serious? About what you said earlier?” You eventually croaked out, voice hoarse as you kept your face in the crook of his neck, pressing little kisses here and there as he held you to his chest. He knew what you were talking about - making you his wife - of course he was serious about it, you were it for him, what more could he want.

He nodded, pressing a lingering kiss into your hair, inhaling that scent that was all yours, something he grew addicted to.

“Yeah - you’re mine and I’m yours remember?”

𝜗𝜚 THANK YOU FOR READING 🪽

𝜗𝜚 TAGS: @beausling @eyve-5 @avasarchve @pascalsryissa @prettygirl321 @peaceandcrackers @aoi-targaryen @thatbitchatesblog @deansdeer @dumbbandpoetic @flwer555 @filthgf @h9ktyy @gojoswhkre @n3ssm0nique @tsivi @madprincessinabox @elflake @lovethatformoi @nameless-necromancer @callsignmagnolia @bunnysoon @noysisasimp @spencerreidsshoelaces @millersdoll @mlileigh @rufles2 @3-smi @shadowzena43 @lo-l1t4 @lilyyexe @blair0707 @sophiek222 @itlivesinbox5 @momdancingtomcr @emmilynsblog @kbakery @abbotsrabbit @i-love-boobs0 @stevesstranger @formula1-motogpfan @loveslight-blue @teenage-iridescence @sittinginthegarden @zoeautumnspage @pinkitty97 @luvfreaks2 @beauty-andthe-geek @ilyfood737373 @vikisvendetta @coffeeblackandcomfortablynumb @cinnamoncunt

𝜗𝜚 WANT TO JOIN MY TAGLIST? [taglist for shawn hatosy + characters is now closed]

𝜗𝜚 ALL LIKES, COMMENTS & REBLOGS ARE GREATLY APPRECIATED 🦢

꩜ .ᐟ shawn hatosy + characters m.list

[littlest-dark-age]

Your honor I would also get his initial tattooed

[littlest-dark-age]

holy moly ur “I won't survive this fire alone” fic is gold, can’t wait to see what ur beautiful brains come up with next.

is there a pt 2 in the works? it’s totally fine if not but this is a captivating concept :3

I plan on continuing it, yes ! That was to get the rest of it started, I probably won't follow the episodes/seasons one to one but I will do headcanons/more surrounding certain things! Lmk if there's anything specific you'd like to see (⁠*⁠´⁠ω⁠｀⁠*⁠)

[zivistardust]

@littlest-dark-age when I’m in the daddy issues Olympics but my opponents are honey dolly and young thing

[littlest-dark-age]

I fear young thing is taking home the gold

[zivistardust]

Fucking your psuedo uncle is no where near as bad as running from your dad to end up having a baby with… another middle aged bitchy Jewish man

[littlest-dark-age]

Young thing circling so far back around that she sees her mother's reflection in the mirror.

[zivistardust]

Hey so that’s fucking horrifying

[littlest-dark-age]

Would it be better or worse if I said young things dad was a doctor too

[zivistardust]

It would be soooo twisted that would explain why she can afford to be a rolling stone

One of my friends asked me “what did you get for your birthday this year?” To try to break my hiccups and through laughter and not breathing I said “nothing my family throws money at the problem” and she laughed and yelled at me that she got me something but later was like “you called yourself “the problem” yk” and that’s soooo young thing

[littlest-dark-age]

......what if the reason her and Robby are in each other's backgrounds of pictures together is bc her dad worked at ptmc 😗

[zivistardust]

That would be horrible what if her dad killed himself

[littlest-dark-age]

what if her dad jumped and that's why she doesn't like heights / roofs

[zivistardust]

@littlest-dark-age when I’m in the daddy issues Olympics but my opponents are honey dolly and young thing

[littlest-dark-age]

I fear young thing is taking home the gold

[zivistardust]

Fucking your psuedo uncle is no where near as bad as running from your dad to end up having a baby with… another middle aged bitchy Jewish man

[littlest-dark-age]

Young thing circling so far back around that she sees her mother's reflection in the mirror.

[zivistardust]

Hey so that’s fucking horrifying

[littlest-dark-age]

Would it be better or worse if I said young things dad was a doctor too

[zivistardust]

It would be soooo twisted that would explain why she can afford to be a rolling stone

One of my friends asked me “what did you get for your birthday this year?” To try to break my hiccups and through laughter and not breathing I said “nothing my family throws money at the problem” and she laughed and yelled at me that she got me something but later was like “you called yourself “the problem” yk” and that’s soooo young thing

[littlest-dark-age]

......what if the reason her and Robby are in each other's backgrounds of pictures together is bc her dad worked at ptmc 😗