Bite Marks And Cherry Lipgloss

Dumpblog // 25 // Sami //🔞 // follows back from @sluttinator5000

[mochapuppy]

Hiiiii honey!

✨Sami, 25, bisexual, she/her ✨

Asks are open // closed // this is just meant to be a silly sideblog for my horny writing.

Always up to hear your thoughts and headcanons about anything!

I will mainly write x reader for:

(🍓) Pope Cody (Animal Kingdom)

(🍓) Jack Abbot (The Pitt)

(🍓) Titus Danforth (Ready or Not 2)

Please DNI if you're under 18, I will block followers who are ageless or under 18 as this sideblog is NSFW! Please also do not interact if you're a SH/ED blog.

[mochapuppy]

Pope with a cutie patiootie frills and baby pink reader gf who absolutely don't play about her man. Five foot and some change in a frilly skirt and a hair bow but god forbid she sees anyone try to flirt with Andy before she's coming over to defend her territory like she's mike tyson

Andrew all cute n blushy holding miss reader back cuz she's tipsy and pissed and wants to fight this random girl that asked for his number at Deran's bar, more than a little flustered that he's getting such a reaction like helloooo you're a gorgy hunk why would i not get jealous...

Trying his best not to smile when reader is sat in his lap and all up in his business, arms looped round his neck, lipgloss smeared on her lips cause she's dedicated! to marking her territory but doesn't have great aim.

Teehee until its "you got a fuckin' problem with my man?" Ok toy chihuahua you can keep him!

[llhowlett]

this is specific but pope cody being so supportive of his socially anxious, sensitive gf who’s trying to get a job :((

him sitting with you during phone calls, rubbing circles on your thighs cause he knows you hate taking them especially from unknown numbers, hearing back from jobs you’ve applied to. he tells you to put the speaker on and when you’re asked a question in which you’re unsure of how to answer, you’ll look at him like a deer in headlights, panic rising in your chest before he whispers to you what to say.

him holding you and comforting you whenever you cry after receiving another rejection. you know it’s cause of your lack of experience and basic communication skills. you hate it though. you didn’t ask to be like this. and how are you supposed to get experience if no one will hire you? you hiccup through your tears as he holds your hand, ‘i-i’m never gonna get a job, andrew!’ you’re aware of how pathetic you look. he shushes you gently, his thumb brushing your cheekbone. ‘course you will, baby.’

that same day after you tired yourself out into a nap, he goes to deran’s bar.

‘i can’t just hire her, man.’

‘why not?’ he grits out.

deran scoffs lightly, ‘does she have experience waitressing, making drinks?’

pope blinks. ‘no.’

deran looks at him pointedly at that, moving another stool to the floor. it was still afternoon, the bar not being open yet for another couple hours.

‘but she’ll learn, i know she will.’ pope insists.

deran sighs, a hand rubbing his forehead, ‘look, i can’t. i need things running smoothly here. i’m sorry.’

pope wasn’t having that, his mind flashing with you teary-eyed and hyperventilating from when he left you. he couldn’t stand seeing you upset and these job searches were bullshit. he told you you didn’t need to, that as long as you were him, you’d never have to worry for money. the sentiment touched your heart more than you could express but you told him it wasn’t about that. you just needed to do something to feel fulfilled. you knew you’d feel better about yourself as a person if you were earning your own money and actively contributing to society.

‘i’ll pay you.’ he tells deran.

deran looks at pope, trying to gauge if he was serious but when was he not?

‘you’re gonna pay me to pay your girlfriend?’

‘yes.’ he responds immediately.

(a/n: something short and sweet. what is my writing if not completely self indulgent?🫶 i’d rather get hit by a truck than answer another phone call)

[fangirl-dot-com]

After reading your pope and jack fic, I was wondering if you could do one where reader is a student doctor at the Pitt but is married to Pope who in this case could be like..jack’s nephew or smth..and he just gives off such Doberman energy when he comes to pick her up at the end of her shift oh and and you best believe he kind of just stares Robby down cos he knows how mean he can be to his wife in shifts.

Also I think Dana would be such a nice person to pope.

A good husband protects without biting

tags: andrew cody x fem!doctor reader, jack abbot x cousin-in-law!reader, jack and andrew are cousins, doberman energy andrew, guard dog andrew, andrew cody doesn't mess around, mean robby, protective jack, the pitt doesn't think andrew exists, 18+ MDNI

notes: thank you @mei-vis for requesting! I hope I did this ask justice! I chose for jack and andrew to be cousins instead of an uncle/nephew since I believe they look a bit too similar for that familial relationship!, like always if you'd like to be added to my permanent tag list, please comment here! please enjoy!

word count: 2.6k words

The end of your shift couldn’t come soon enough. 

In the span of twelve hours, you’d been doused in bodily fluids twice, hit on by a creepy old drunk who couldn’t keep his hands to himself, passively dismissed by Robby after he deemed you “too slow” for a trauma (when in reality, the med student next to you was the one who wouldn’t hand you the damn tube), and had your lunch stolen when it clearly had your name written on it—four times might you add. 

To top the whole very bad day off, your husband hadn’t responded to the messages you had sent hours ago asking if he’d be back in time to pick you up because the forecast called for rain, and like all bad days had gone, your car basically gave up the ghost the moment you parked it in the employee lot. 

So, you were almost scrub-less, uncomfortable, embarrassed, and so starving you almost thought about paying an insane price for a small Uber-ed meal before you also realized that the app hadn’t saved your information and your card was currently sitting on the kitchen counter. 

Just what you needed. 

The groan, along with the rumbles of your stomach, caused many heads to turn. 

“Is there a stampede in here? Or is your stomach in the process of eating itself,” Dana asked, though her eyes didn’t leave the nurses’ board. 

Your head landed next to the keyboard with a loud thunk. “I think my stomach tried to eat itself a couple of hours ago before realizing that it was completely empty.”

“I saw you brought lunch. Where’d that go?” 

If glares could put someone six feet under, the one you were giving your computer should have imploded it. “Currently being digested in the stomach of a med student.” 

“Good Lord. You poor thing.” 

“Tell me about it. I’d been dreaming of those leftovers since last night!” 

Dana gave you a knowing look. “Did your husband cook it?” 

“Yep.” Your chair squeaked as you leaned back. “And I didn’t even get to enjoy it for the second time. He’s going to be pissed.” 

“Who’s going to be pissed?” Trinity asked, already leaning on the counter like getting closer to you would make the gossip flow over. “Cause if you’re talking about Dr. Robby, that ship sailed around 2:30.” 

You closed your eyes and ran a hand down your face. “Trust me; I already know he’s pissed off at the world. I’ve been on the receiving end of that way too much today.” 

She gave you a sympathetic wince. “I heard about that.” 

“Who hasn’t,” you muttered with a harsh snort. 

That was the other thing that had added to your humiliation. Robby hadn’t just quietly dismissed you or corrected you after the trauma, no, he rather loudly decided to spew his personal thoughts about your work ethic in front of not just your coworkers but also the patient’s family who were there for moral support. Blatant strangers had a front seat to watch your attending rip into you all while it hadn’t even been your fault. 

Just thinking about it brought another heated flush up your neck. 

“To answer your question, her husband’s the one who’s going to be pissed,” Dana filled her in while rewriting a name. “He’s very particular about who gets to eat his food.” 

Another groan rumbled your chest. “Med student didn’t even return the Tupperware. Now he’s going to be extra pissed at that.” 

For a small second, Trinity looked almost nervous. “Will you be okay?” 

Her concern made a small feeling of comfort and pride bloom in your chest. If there was one person you could count on other than your family and Dana, it was Trinity, never hesitating to step in if she even thought someone didn’t feel safe. You shot her a grateful smile. 

“Oh, I’ll be perfectly fine. He’ll be mad sure, but not at me. We’ll just pray that he won’t spot the student that did it.” 

“Amen to that,” Dana muttered. “He’s like your personal guard dog.” 

“Are we going to add that guy who tried to touch your ass earlier?” Trinity teased, and your eyes widened. 

“Definitely.” You nodded along. “Might as well add Robby to it too. My husband isn’t that fond of him already. I just wish he’d respond to my messages.” 

Dana gave you a knowing look. “He at work today?” 

“Yeah. There was a problem with one of the houses a few hours out, and he left before I was even out of bed. Said there was a contract breach, kissed me good morning, and drove off.” 

“That’s oddly sweet,” Trinity added. 

You couldn’t help the fond smile that grew on your face. “Even made my coffee for me. I found it with one of those little post-it notes stuck to it.” 

“Didn’t know he was into doing stuff like that,” Dana said with a small laugh. 

“You know how he is,” you replied. “The man’s love language is acts of service.” 

Trinity smiled. “What does he do for work?” 

Your fingers found the keyboard again while you answered. “He’s a relator and contractor. Usually, he works from home, but like today, he sometimes has to go out and inspect the houses or make sure the paperwork is in order.” 

“Sounds like you got yourself a stay-at-home husband.” 

You couldn’t help but snort. “Yeah. He actually really likes to do the house work. Plus, when I’m home, all I’m doing is sleeping.” Your eyes caught your wedding band. “He’s really good to me. Plus, he’s Jack’s—” 

“Ladies, if we have time to chat, we have time to work,” Robby’s voice interrupted the conversation, loud and on the very edge of condescending. “Especially you, Dr. Cody. Let’s focus on getting patients in and out instead of sitting around, yes?” 

You swallowed down an annoyed sigh, instead choosing to stand up without a word. Hating the way you felt under Robby’s glare almost made you want to put in a two-week notice and move departments. However, emergency medicine was your life; it was the sole reason you met the people who quickly became your family, the reason you met your husband. Your fingers quickly found your wedding band, specially made of the number of diamonds that symbolized how long you and your husband had been dating before he proposed. 

Grabbing another tablet quickly, you forced yourself to hold your head up high as you passed him. Robby wasn’t worth your fear or submission. Plus, it wasn’t like he never talked around; you’d caught him and the hospital’s case manager making small talk way too many times to count. The man was a hypocrite that couldn’t see past his own faults and projected them onto his employees.   

By the time you rounded the corner, and Robby had vacated the station, Trinity leaned in toward Dana a bit more. 

“Is there any way to contact her husband? She mentioned her car died, and it’s raining.” Trinity looked in the direction you had disappeared down. “If I were married and my boss talked to me like that, I’d want my partner to know.”  

Dana had already picked up her personal cell after Trinity’s first question. “Oh, I’ll make sure he knows.” 

_______________________

When you exited the patient’s room, you paused a few feet into the hallway, rubbed your eyes, and continued to stare at the nurses’ station. 

Dana being there with Trintiy and Dennis was nothing out of the ordinary. However, the added presence of Jack Abbot and your husband was. You hastily crossed the gap between you and the station, concern etching itself in your eyebrows and lips. 

“Andrew?” you called out. “What are you doing here?” 

At the sound of your voice, Andrew Cody turned his head so rapidly that it added another wave of worry that he might have pulled something. He stayed still, even when you stopped in front of him, as your hands gently ran up his arms and stopped at his face all while the small group watched on with small smiles (from Jack and Dana) and genuine curiosity (from Dennis and Trinity). 

“You’re supposed to be in Altoona right now. Did you get hurt?” you questioned when your eyes couldn’t find any visible injuries. 

He stayed silent while his hands quietly found yours, fingers threading between the gaps and holding you steady. 

“I’m fine,” he finally said, hazel eyes boring into yours. “Just missed you.” 

A relieved exhale escaped from your lips. “Thank goodness. I was worried there for a second.”  

His crooked teeth poked through a smile. “I could tell.” 

You softly pushed him before taking his hands again. “Shut up. You went hours without responding and just show up at the end of my shift. God forbid I’m concerned for my husband.” 

“See, man, I told you she’d do this,” Jack grumbled, patting Andrew slightly on the shoulder. 

“Um, not to interrupt, but did Dr. Cody marry someone who looks exactly like Dr. Abbot?” Dennis squeaked out a question, obviously trying not to step over a boundary. 

But like a sister, Trinity nudged him harshly with her elbow. “Use your brain, Huckleberry. It’s obvious they’re related somehow.” 

The two continued looking between the Pitt’s night shift attending and your husband who looked like Jack if he were ten years younger. 

“That’s what I was trying to tell you early, Trinity,” you said. “My husband is Jack’s cousin on their moms's side. Andrew, this is Dennis and Trinity.” 

Andrew didn’t reach out to give them a handshake, but the appreciated nod he gave them was somehow enough. “She talks about you two a lot.” 

Trinity looked smug by the news. “All good things I hope.” 

“Definitely,” he answered. “I can tell she likes working with you two.” 

“Which is more than he can say about Robby,” Dana muttered. 

The change in Andrew, just by mentioning Robby, was so visceral that Trinity and Dennis were both shocked. 

In the few moments, the two could see how soft this hunking-fridge-of-a-man was for you. They saw it in the way he was quick to hunch over slightly when you looked him over with worry. They noticed it in the way he held onto you when he reassured you that he was only there for her and not because he had gotten hurt. They noted the way his soft smile was only for you and not even for when his cousin jested with him. 

Dana’s words from earlier rang in Trinity’s mind as she watched Andrew’s muscles tense beneath his polo. 

He’s like your personal guard dog.

Andrew shifted his weight, shoulders now seemingly broader than they had been. “Did something happen today?” 

Your bottom lip caught between your teeth. “It was nothing. He’s just being Robby.” 

Surprisingly, Andrew’s eyes flitted over to Trinity like he knew she’d tell him exactly what he wanted to know. “What’d he do?” 

Trinity looked at you once, and when you looked toward the floor, she answered. “He blamed her for a med student’s slow pace. Practically yelled at and belittled her in front of the other doctors in the trauma room and the patient’s family.” 

Even Jack couldn’t hold back the wince splashing across his face at the news, mind already knowing that in five seconds, his cousin might be on a war path for his friend. However, all Andrew seemed to do was take in a deep breath and hold onto your hands like a tether. 

“All right,” he finally said, body still tense. “Okay. Anything else I should know?”

“Someone took her lunch,” Dana added, drawing your eyes from the floor to her, hues flooding with betrayal. 

Et tu, brute? 

“Dana,” you hissed. 

Andrew’s grip on your hands tightened. 

In an almost attempt to throw more gas onto an already raging fire, Trinity ended with, “And she had a patient try to grope her earlier this morning.” 

Andrew’s eyes closed slowly like he was bracing for a fit of rage to overtake his senses, his mind already racing with the fact that you probably hadn’t eaten, because when he stopped by the house to change, he saw your forgotten card. Add in you almost getting assaulted, and he was one wrongly pulled Jenga block from collapsing. 

You closed your eyes and braced for impact, already feeling the brunt of the day push down on you. They only fluttered open when Andrew didn’t move, his chest the only thing heaving in an out and in motion. Somehow, that didn’t ease the queasy feeling bubbling beneath your skin. And at that moment, Robby decided to round the corner. Like most men, you guessed that he hadn’t picked up on the tension cloud that was currently circling around the station and—more importantly—Andrew’s head. 

When Robby walked into his field of view, you swear you saw the lovely hazel of his eyes darken. It should have scared you how quickly Andrew could go from your sweet and doting husband to a very possessive animal, but instead, the change had you relaxing and relieved. If there was someone you could count on for anything no matter what, that person would always be Andrew. 

And maybe (finally) Robby sensed enough tension, because his body went stiff after he looked up from the tablet in his hands and met Andrew’s eyes. 

Trinity and Dennis really thought that your husband was going to stalk over there, throw a punch, menacingly bark curse words and insults at Robby (a man who had a few good inches to tower over Andrew), and walk back over like nothing happened. But when he stayed put, only giving a beady stare that never wavered, they realized that he didn’t even have to talk to Robby or punch him for his words to get across. 

They knew that Andrew was making Robby uncomfortable by the way Robby shifted, the way he broke eye contact first, and the way he left the station looking like a dog with a tail between its legs.  

Jack let out a low whistle. “Damn, that never gets old.” 

Dana smirked. “He ever use that on you?” 

“All the fucking time.” Jack scoffed. “Do you know how many family gatherings I spent trying to get away from those eyes.” 

“We have the same eyes, asshole,” Andrew grumbled. 

“But yours are scary as hell,” Jack shot back. “Might be a good time to say that my night shift needs another resident.” 

“Fuck no,” Trinity instantly said. “You can’t have her, or we’d be left with him.” 

Dennis nodded. “I’m in full agreement.” 

Jack looked over at you expectantly but visibly deflated at the apologetic look you were giving him. 

“Sorry, Jack, but I enjoy getting to spend my evenings at home.” You paused and smirked. “I know Samira’s been looking for a change of scenery if you want to ask her.” 

The small crowd couldn’t help but smile or chuckle at the now vivid flush across Jack’s face as he tried to sputter out an answer. 

“All right, get out of here kids before it looks like you’re staging a mutiny,” Dana said with a wave of her hands. 

“Aye, aye, captain,” Trinity responded with a salute of her own. 

Andrew grinned widely, finally showing the smile around more people than just you. “If we’re turning into pirates, Jack already has the missing-leg thing down.” 

“Hey!” 

You giggled loudly while Andrew wrapped an arm around your shoulders, bringing you into his side. Your hand gently rested against his chest as you hugged him back. He felt your body melt into his after he pressed a quick kiss to your temple. 

“Ready to go home?” he quietly muttered just loud enough for you to hear. “Dana already gave me your bag.” 

“Yeah,” you breathily sighed. “Let’s go before a trauma comes in, and I’m stuck in here until I wither away. 

Andrew hummed. “We can’t have that now, can we?” 

“Absolutely not. I still want to have leftovers at least one more time before I’m buried. And this time, I’m putting a padlock on the container.” 

“Whatever you want, sweetheart.” 

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[mochapuppy]

Omg where did all of u come from!! Thank u sooooo much lovelies ! 💋

[blueangelbby]

Hot girl summer is OUT fauxcest kidnapping dead dove dumbification infantilization summer is IN

[nostarfights]

[boutiquw]

Andrew Cody is like the mix of Titus's toxicity and Jack's green flag-ness. It's like ur having a threesome but with one guy. Send tweet

[ozarkthedog]

*anxious giggling*

[mcthsman]

pope runs away with his girlfriend and leaves his family behind. Years later he reconnects with deran bc that's his baby brother, he's shocked to see a little army of kids when pope invites him to visit

GIRL the way i could not stop thinking about this… i was just going to write a lil’ paragraph and then suddenly it got way too long so i put everything under a read more.

warnings: mdni, pure domestic fluff, pregnant afab reader, silver fox pope cody.

word count: 1.2k.

you’re the one that convinces andrew to track down his brother. he tells you a lot of stories — both the good and the bad ones — about their childhood and you think it’s a shame that deran isn’t around to meet his nephew and niece; you understand why they broke contact, of course you do, but you really believe that now that they’re both out from underneath smurf’s thumb, things will be different. so, because andrew would do literally anything you ask, he tracks down deran and gives him a call. deran is in bali with adrian and it takes them a while to set up a proper meeting but the two of them talk every week after that initial call— it’s stilted and awkward, both of them wanting to reconnect but unsure how to go about it; they were never close, pope tells you one evening after a particularly uncomfortable call. no. deran and craig were close. pope was just… their big brother. the one they ran to when they needed someone beat up, not the one they would go to for small talk and human connection. 

deran flies home three days before christmas. you don’t live in oceanside anymore, but you’re still in california: up north, where the beaches aren’t as crowded and twice as beautiful; deran comes by himself and he makes a joke about not wanting to spend the holidays with adrian’s parents but you’re fairly certain he was just looking for an excuse to be with his own family for the first time in years. 

to say he is surprised when he steps through the airport lounge to find three little kids waiting there with a WELCOME UNCLE DERAN sign is an understatement. The sign is big and messy, much like your home life— there are hand prints in red and green adorned around the words, crudely drawn christmas trees adorned in glitter and the ‘e’ in deran is written backwards because each kid wrote one of the words and julia is still learning her letters. 

you’ve never met deran before. pope kept you away from his family when the two of you first started dating and, while you’d been offended at first, it was easy to see the level of damage that his childhood had done to his psyche, so you stayed away. it’s been almost a decade since then though and, apart from andrew, deran is the only one alive— so you pull him into a hug as if you’ve known each other for decades before introducing each of the kids: the twins, theo and ethan, who are both six and absolute menaces and then julia, at just four years old, that looks so much like your andrew as she shies away from deran’s greetings. 

“andy told us so much about you.” you say, unable to hide your smile when andrew himself pulls deran into a long hug; you know how hard it is for him to initiate contact and, although it has mellowed out with the children, it still takes a lot for him to stiffly wrap his arms around his younger brother’s shoulders.

“three kids, huh?” deran asks that evening, long after the children have gone to bed. the three of you sit on the back porch of your home, pope and deran side by side while you sit perched on pope’s lap. deran is on his second beer while you and pope share a glass of iced tea— andrew stopped drinking years ago, before the twins, after he finally managed to find a psychiatrist he could trust. 

“four.” pope says, big hands sprawling over your stomach. “her due date’s in may.”

“holy shit.” deran shakes his head, but the smile that curls around the bottle is a fond one. “pope cody, family man. who would’ve guessed.”

“i knew from the day we met.” you say, then, turning a little from your spot so you could look down at your husband. andrew’s head tilts back against the beach chair and you bring a hand up, tucking a stray curl — more grey than ginger, now — behind his ear. “knew it from the moment i saw how good he was with lena.” 

andrew’s face blushes hard, bright red as it always does whenever you compliment him. he presses a kiss to the inside of your wrist and whatever he’s about to say is drowned out by a loud, whiny ‘daddyyyyyy’ coming from the living room. pope is out of the chair before you can even register julia’s voice, his hands gently cradling your hips to guide you back into his seat before he disappears into the house. 

“he’s happy.” deran breaks the silence the two of you fall into. you bite your bottom lip, watching through the window as andrew throws julia over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen pope unclench his asshole before.” 

you giggle, finishing your tea, knees to your chest— as much as your hardening belly allows you to, anyway. the night sky is bright with silver stars above you, the ocean breeze just enough to make it chilly. you know what deran means, you’ve met the uptight, overvigilant version of andrew, but it’s so far in the past you can barely remember what he was like before.

“he’s loved.” you say, eventually. “i think that’s the main difference.” 

“thank you.” deran tells you. you take your eyes from the stars to look at him, blinking in confusion. “for loving him.” 

you don’t know how to answer that. it doesn’t seem like the sort of action that requires a thank you, it’s not the sort of thing you could ever stop and it surely isn’t labor; but you think you understand, deep down, what deran means. pope hasn’t had people love him — truly love him — before. 

“pope didn’t even tell me he has kids.” deran groans when you don’t say anything, rubbing his forehead. “i’m gon’ have to run around the mall on christmas’ eve to get gifts for the damn brady bunch because the motherfucker didn’t warn me.” 

you bark out a laugh. “it’s alright, deran.” 

“no, it isn’t— i can’t have these kids thinking i’m a shit uncle on our first christmas together.”

“i’m sure you’ll find a way to get him back for it.” 

“oh, i will.” deran turns his head to you, a small grin on his lips. “did he ever tell you about the permanent marker incident?”

“he did.” you point a finger at him. “and you will not ruin my christmas pictures, sir. go sow all of his leg pants shut or something like a normal brother.”

“what’re we talking about?” andrew says, coming back through the sliding glass door. 

“julia alright?” you ask, getting up just so you can crawl back onto his lap. 

“blankie went awol, she dropped him in her sleep. ‘s all good now.”

“we were talking about how much of an asshole my big brother is for not telling me there would be kids in the house on christmas. do you have any idea how much cheaper it would’ve been if i bought their presents from home?”

“deran’s going to get revenge on you for making him fist fight all the other deadbeat uncles that are buying kids toys on christmas eve.” 

andrew snorts, a hand running up and down your thigh. “i know where all the permanent markers are in this house.”

“absolutely not.” you waggle a finger at the both of them. “no permanent markers anywhere visible on photos.”

“your woman’s damn bossy, pope.”

andrew grins up at you. “yeah, she is.”

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[mochapuppy]

Thinking about Pope Cody clearly wanting to be intimate with you but refusing to make a move until you give him express permission to do so (early days maybe, thinking about the scene on Amy's couch...) so he's stuck there, hands bunched up into meaty fists by his still clothed thighs, bulge about to bust out his pants from how hard his dick is, a dark wet spot on his pants right where the tip of his cock sits betraying his excitement....

N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.

"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"

Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.

N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...😋

Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.

And when you finally have enough of rutting like a bunch of horny teens and pull back, eyes glazed n pupils blown wide, whining something about "Andrew just fuck me already-"? oh baby you best believe from the hungry look Pope's giving you that you're about to get folded like origami asap, your poor kitty won't even know what hit it. You gave him permission after all 💕

[mochapuppy]

Ty all for all the love u've given this silly thing :,)

[mochapuppy]

Applied for my masters today, i hope i get accepted 🫶🏻

[from-the-abbot-to-the-pope]

The way Deran was so shaken by the way Pope acted towards him just out of prison in the first season.

The way his face fell when Pope told him in a mean tone about his father ditching and Pope having had to deliver him. When they did that first job with J and Pope got into his face about Deran being a pussy and getting scared, voice breaking when telling him to shut up. When they were preparing the Pendleton job and they had the fight about the fake money, and Pope jumped him and yelled at him, Deran was fighting back tears he was so shaken about it.

And then slowly when Pope starts stabilizing a bit. Cleaning Deran’s apartment while waiting for him. When he was looking for Deran when he didn’t go home at night and went to Adrian, his stare when Adrian said he probably was with some girl, not believing it for a second but not saying anything. Abandoning some guy in the middle of the ocean because his baby brother asked. When they robbed Nicky’s house and Pope told Deran he’d rather die than go back to prison and Derans face when he asked him what happened in there, not receiving any answer. Organizing a job and giving Deran his part of the money as well because he needed it, not even asking for what. When Deran was planning to leave and the only time he got emotional was when he talked to Pope and they said goodbye (Pope wishing him the best in doing what he could never do). When Smurf died, and in the will Pope’s inheritance was supposed to be handled by Deran. When Pope broke and left, Deran’s face when Pope told him he was having hallucinations and didn’t think he could come back. When Deran killed a man for the first time and he called Pope, who took care of it and wanted to help him through it, and his face when Deran pushed him away. When Pope asked Deran to look after Lena if something happened to him. The way Deran was trying to comfort and help Pope when Catherine’s murder came to light. Deran’s tears and denial when Pope told them to leave him in that house during the prison escape.

Sure, Pope and Baz had a whole different dynamic. Craig and Deran could as well as be twins at that point. But Pope and Deran? The sensitive boys. The softer ones. The older one that was hardened and manipulated into being a weapon, the violent crazy man. The younger one that always wanted to get away, the “runt”, the one that also perceived there was something “wrong” inside him at the beginning. Pope was Deran’s big brother. Pope was the closest thing Deran ever had to a father figure. His distress when Pope acted that way towards him in the first season just highlights how wrong it all was. How much Pope was really struggling. How different he was before and the dynamic between them

[tumbleweedstillhaspanic]

Andrew Pope Cody never really got praised for things when he was a child…not positive things at least…everyone thought he was terrible…even Smurf. His worst behavior was encouraged once Smurf realized she could use it for her gain. Things he loved and was passionate about were always belittled and taken away.

So that’s why Pope praises his kids for everything no matter how tiny the achievement. They rode a bike without training wheels “great job” they managed to do a kickflip on a skateboard “awesome.” They tried a new veggie even if they decided they didn’t like it “I’m proud of you for trying it.” They drew a family picture at school “this is a great drawing.” The fridge is filled with kids’ drawings and they are all Pope’s favorites so he claims with full sincerity.

He fully gets invested in his kids’ interests; video games, painting, ballet, legos. Pope learns everything he can about what his kids are into and wants to support them.

Pope wants his kids to feel loved. He never wants them to think that there’s anything about them that isn’t wonderful and fully appreciated by their parents.

[mochapuppy]

finally convincing Jack to take some time off so you can go on a couples vacation and going on a tropical cruise with dr sexy himself...

Jack Abbot in little aloha print swim trunks that only go down to mid thigh and show off his bubble butt. bare chested, back muscles on show, biceps out, freckles POPPING all shiny from where you've taken your sweet time slathering him in sun screen...

spends his time lounging about on deck chairs by the pool watching you splash about under the guise of reading whatever Tom Clancy novel he brought with him that he hasn't read a line of and readjusting himself so u don't notice that his chubby dick is half hard. rubbing lotion down your back and butt and thighs every other hour bc "Gotta get every inch of your pretty butt baby. Can't let my girl get toasted."

feeding u summer fruits when u inevitably crawl on his chest, more than ready to take a nap under the shade after all that swimming, thick fingers putting pineapple cubes and peach slices to your lips, "Open up baby," letting you suck them clean after, thumb swiping juice off your bottom lip while he gives you heated looks. "Mmm, good, yeah? You're all sticky, sweetheart." all condescending in ur ear like his hard-on isn't pressed right against ur butt.

looks so dreamy the entire time, hair ruffled from the sea breeze as he leans down to kiss you silly... naughty hands slipping under your bikini bottoms to squeeze at ur butt and thighs until u squeal n push him away. Thank god this cruise is adults only

getting a little too baked in the sun so dr daddy gotta take u back to ur cabin, peels your bikini off you all gentle before laying u down flat on the bed. tuts all disapproving, like he's not eating up the sight of ur itty bitty bikini tan lines, hands itching to rub aloe gel all over his pretty lil girlfriend like the dirty old man he is "Uh uh, stop whining. I told you i gotta put sunscreen on you every hour, pumpkin. now look at you,"

barely containing his grin as he looms above you in bed, watching you sigh in relief and arch into his hands as he rubs gel on your poor, sunburnt titties, thumbs shamelessly rubbing your nips stiff as he gropes u. "S'ok baby i know it stings, i'll make it allll better, yeah?"

[moodyabbott]

i made this to respond to a tiktok comment for one of my edits. sharing with u guys too lol

[kinned-the-evil]

Girldad Titus im here!! Girldad Titus whos little girl got broken up with by her partner (which Titus didn't even know about in the first place oops) but she doesn't wanna tell him what's wrong and keeps being moody on their daddy-daughter (satanic) outings until his spouse spells it out and then he learns how bad the situation is for his princess, cue Ti getting mad his little devil got snubbed

Girldad Titus who's the favourite person ever of his toddler, little girl who's the only one that's never been scared of him, runs up to him squealing and giggling even after he comes back from a hunt bloodied, who's first word is a squeaky "dada!", who's been imitating her dad down to her own little black robe (to feel included) and toy dagger (for playtime sacrifice) and wow did he ever feel so loved?

Daddy, I thought he loved me!

Girl dad Titus anon I can always count on you

Warnings for mentions of violence and cult activities. And he’s honestly a little ooc in this probably

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“God! Just shut up!” The shrill voice of your daughter vibrates through the hall. You had been enjoying the quietness of your families home, a glass of wine in hand as you watched your favorite trashy reality show, one Titus always rolled his eyes at before commenting that it ‘isn’t real entertainment,’ but by the sound of two pairs of feet coming down the hall signaled the end of that quietness.

“This whole thing was planned for you!” Titus’ voice was strained as he called back at her. You could tell just by the tone that whatever argument was going on had been happening for a while, Titus clearly trying to keep from yelling at your daughter but angry enough to start being snippy.

“Well I didn’t even want it! I told mommy I wanted to stay at home but you made me go!” Their back and forth got a bit louder as the passed your and Titus’s room before the volume lowered as they passed and finally stopped when a door slammed.

There were a few blissful seconds of silence before your bedroom door flew open and Titus stormed in, a deep scowl on his face. You took a sip of your wine before setting it on your nightstand and sat up fully in the bed before speaking.

“Hi baby, how was the-“

“She is behaving like such a brat!” You couldn’t even finish one sentence before his words were spilling from his lips.

You raised an eyebrow at his comment while watching him yank at his tie, moving to remove the clothing on his top half until he was in just the undershirt. “I believe you may have had a hand in that.”

“This is different!” He snapped while practically throwing his clothing around. It was rare to see him this angry over something, and despite what you had told yourself at the beginning, you knew you were going to have to have a real conversation with him.

“The hunt didn’t go well, I take it?”

“The whole thing was planned for her!” Titus ranted as he paced the area in front of the bed. “She’s been so snappy, rude. She hasn’t sat down for family dinner in two weeks! I’ve tried to be understanding, I’ve tried talking to her, I thought a nice hunting trip would be great. We picked someone perfect for her, had her crossbow ready, even bought her a new outfit for the event! And she wouldn’t even leave her room! She ignored me for hours and when she came out demanded we leave early! I had to go out and catch the bastard and I had promised blood to Mr. Le bail so I had to drag him down to the alter room alone. We let her do so much but she’s never throw such a fit! There’s a difference between being spoiled and being disrespectful!”

You simply sat and listened to your husband’s rant, wanting him to get everything out before you tried to talk. Once he had stopped talking and was breathing heavily you patted the bed next to you. “My love, come sit down.”

Titus glanced up at your soft tone, his eyes softening a bit to match it before he finally moved to his side of the bed and climbed in beside you. He pulled you against his chest, pressing his nose to the top of your head. “I missed you.”

“You were only gone two nights,” you said with a smile.

“Two night too long,” he mumbled, dragging his teeth against the shell of your ear.

You turned your head to the side to catch his lips against your own. The kiss was slow, no rush, just tasting each other.

“She’s just having a hard time right now, baby. It’s nothing you’re doing,” you mumbled softly as you parted from the kiss a bit.

“You don’t know that,” he sighed. “She’s so angry with me- did I upset her? She didn’t even want to stop for shopping before coming home.”

You couldn’t help the small buckle at his words. You could see it so clearly; Titus and your daughter in the back of the limo on theirs way back, both angry and huffing, and Titus’ natural instinct being to offer to stop and buy her whatever she wanted. If only everyone could see the terrifying Titus Danforth try to buy his daughters forgiven when if anyone dared to speak to him the way she had they would be six feet under.

“It’s Girls stuff baby, you get it?” Titus just stared down at you with a frown.

“She already gets her period.”

The simpleness of his comment made a real laugh leave you. “That’s not what I meant!” You looked at him for a moment. “Do you really not know?”

“What should I know?”

“Do you remember that family in Manhattan we went to that dinner for a few months ago? Some charity event?”

Titus nodded.

“And you remember that boy of the family? That showed her around?”

“What about him?” God, your husband was an intelligent man but sometimes he was an idiot.

“Where has our daughter been going almost ever weekend the past six months?”

“Manhattan.”

“And does she take any friends with her?”

“No.”

“So who’s the only person she really knows there?”

Titus looked at you for a long moment. You saw the moment it clicked, the few seconds of him trying to deny it to himself, and then the moment of acceptance.

“No.”

“My love-“

“No.”

“You can’t just say no-“

“Watch me.” You huffed a bit with a smile.

“I’m serious.” He snapped. “She’s too young for that.”

“She’s 15.”

“Exactly! Way too young! And why him? They’re practically a nothing family, his father is begging us to help him get his company back on its feet. She is so far out of that punks league.”

“Punk?” You questioned the word that you’d never head your husband use. “But you don’t need to worry about that anymore. They broke up two weeks ago.”

Titus visibly relaxed at your words. “Oh- wait! Broke up?” Oh, here we go…

“Yes. He broke up with her on their last visit. That’s why she’s been upset.”

“And you knew about this?”

“Yes, she told me when she got home upset.” You explained slowly.

“He broke up with her? Not her with him?”

“Yes, him.” You confirmed. “However, she asked me not to tell you so you need to leave it be- what are you doing?” You sighed as he was already getting back out of bed.

“Nothing.”

“You’re a bad liar,” you mumbled.

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“Daddy!” The next morning your daughter’s tone had completely changed since the night before. You and Titus were having breakfast together when she came running into the room with a huge smile on her face. She launched herself into his chest, his arms quickly wrapping around her to catch her. “Thank you!”

“Thank you for what, princess?” He asked, though the smile told you he knew damn well what he ment.

“They’re missing!”

“Missing?” You questioned, watching her turn to show you her phone.

“They’re missing! And the company is being investigated for tax fraud!” She shoved the phone into your face and you saw that the family of that boy had in fact gone missing overnight and the business was now being investigated.

“Wow, what a coincidence,” you said while looking over at your husband.

“Sounds like some bad luck, what do you think princess?” He asked your daughter.

“Sounds like they got what was coming,” she said with a big old smile, stealing a piece of bacon off of her father’s plate.