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— ◞†◟ＪＯＨＮＮＹ／ＪＪ , i love my girlfriend h. him literate writer bi punk vampire jj maybank irl rafe & vi’s twin twd animal kingdom adrian chase rafe adler enjoyer send the pain below maybe that’s the real punk rock the vampire lestat seether piercings vampire. masterlist. 𝄞 mudshovel - staind.

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[acecroft]

Rafe Adler in UNCHARTED 4: A THIEF'S END 2016

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fuckkkk hes so batshit crazy

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private negotiations.

authors note - so i started this literally last june when i first got into uncharted (thank you girlfriend) and i wrote it with her in mind so theyre overly freaked out

warnings - nsfw obviously, slapping, overstim(?) idk

The hotel door swung open with a soft click as Nadine stepped inside first, scanning the room with practiced eyes before setting her bag down by the dresser. Rafe followed without a word, dropping his suitcase by the closet, the faint rustle of fabric and zippers filling the otherwise quiet space as they settled in.

The hotel they were staying at wasn't anything extravagant, but it certainly wasn't on the cheap side either. It had all the essentials — a small kitchen tucked off to the side, a surprisingly spacious bathroom, one queen-sized bed, and a short hallway that gave the place a little more structure than the usual cramped hotel room. It wasn't exactly luxury, but for the two of them, it was more than enough. Comfortable, quiet, and tucked far enough away from the rest of the chaos.

Nadine glanced over at her partner, scanning him up and down. She could see his exhaustion from traveling was catching up to him. "Tired? Perhaps we should just unwind for the night, relax... what do you say?" She spoke softly, a smile tugging at her lips.

The man was in the process of slipping his jacket off of his shoulders and hanging it up on a hook that hung in the hallway. He exhaled, "I dunno. Lots to do, lots to think about."

"Exactly my point. You seem tired, Rafe."

He walked over to the bed, rubbing his forehead with a sigh. He was exhausted, but they had so much to do. So much to plan. There was no time to 'relax' or 'unwind' when they now had to chase the Drake brothers, who had stolen what they were after.

"It wouldn't hurt to rest for one night. You'll need the energy." Nadine stepped in closer, her voice steady, practical as ever.

Rafe didn't respond right away. He just looked at her, eyes unfocused, then let his gaze drop to the floor. His posture stayed rigid, like his body couldn't decide whether to move or stay put. For a few seconds, he just stood there, lost in his head. The noise of it — the pressure, the expectations, the calculations — all stacked too high. He doubted he could switch it off long enough to relax, even if he wanted to. "I don't know, Nadine. We—"

The sudden press of Nadine's hand against his chest stopped him mid-sentence, and before he could react, she pushed him down onto the mattress. For a moment, he just stared up at her, caught off guard, propping himself up on his elbows as he tried to process it.

A teasing smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she leaned in closer, hovering just above him, never once breaking eye contact. Her voice dropped low, laced with amusement. "Well... I can think of a way that might wear you out."

Nadine's hands trailed deliberately down Rafe's chest, her fingertips grazing along the lines of muscle, slow and controlled. She dragged them lower, over his abdomen, her palms flattening against the warmth of his skin, until they reached his thighs. There, she squeezed firmly, her nails digging in just enough to make her point, her smirk deepening as she watched his expression shift.

Rafe inhaled a shaky breath, his heart now racing. He immediately understood what Nadine was after. He'd never admit it, but he's been needing this. Desperately.

"Let me take care of you tonight, Rafe. No worrying about the Drakes or anything else," She began unbuttoning her top and slipping it off, dropping it to the floor then straddling the mans lap. She grabbed his face, ensuring his eyes wouldn't leave her. "Focus on this. Only this."

Rafe wasn't entirely sure what to do with his hands — they hovered at her waist for a moment, gripping her firm hips, then drifted lower, fingers trailing down the curve of her thighs. But before he could decide where they belonged, Nadine's hands shot out, snatching his wrists with ease and shoving them above his head, pinning them hard against the mattress.

His back sank into the bed beneath her, breath caught somewhere in his chest as her weight settled on top of him. The controlled strength in her arms was impossible to ignore — it always was.

"You know damn well this is the only time I'm letting you get away with this," Rafe muttered, voice rough with defiance but frayed around the edges with something else — anticipation, maybe. His jaw tensed as he shifted beneath her, testing the invisible restraints her grip imposed, but it was useless. His wrists were trapped. His body, at her mercy.

Nadine only raised an eyebrow, lips curving into a dangerous smirk. "Didn't you say that last time?" she challenged, her voice low, controlled, every syllable dripping with amusement and quiet authority.

Rafe exhaled through his nose, muscles tightening beneath her. His pride bristled, but god, she made it impossible to think straight like this. "...Yeah, well," he managed, voice softer now, raw around the edges, "this time, I mean it."

Nadine's fingers squeezed around his wrists in silent warning — daring him to believe his own words. Then, her grip around his wrists loosened and she moved her hands to rest on the mans chest. "Keep them there. Don't even think about moving." And he obliged.

Rafe's breathing hitched as Nadine's fingers slid beneath the waistband of his pants, grazing the sensitive skin there with maddening precision. His pulse hammered against his ribs, nerves and heat tangling together in a way that left his head spinning. He could feel the weight of her gaze on him, sharp, assessing, as if she was cataloging every subtle reaction—the shallow rise of his chest, the faint twitch of muscle beneath her hands, the way his knuckles clenched in the sheets.

Without breaking eye contact, Nadine tugged his belt open with practiced ease, the soft click of the buckle undone somehow deafening in the quiet room. Her fingers made quick work of the button and zipper next, the faint scrape of metal sending another shiver through him. She peeled the fabric down just enough to expose the sharp cut of his hips, teasingly slow, and her hands lingered at the waistband again—hovering there, toying with the tension building between them.

"You always act like you're in control," Nadine murmured, her voice low, velvety smooth but laced with undeniable authority. Her hands pressed firmer against him, tracing along the sharp lines of his hips before dipping lower, palm grazing over the growing strain beneath his boxers. "But right now?" Her smirk deepened, thumb brushing over him deliberately, drawing a strained exhale from his lips. "You're trembling."

Rafe's throat bobbed with a swallow, heat crawling up the back of his neck. His pride bristled at the vulnerability bleeding through his composure, but there was no hiding it—especially not with Nadine practically dissecting him under her touch.

She pushed the waistband of his boxers down next, knuckles grazing his skin with deliberate slowness as she freed him from the remaining layers. Rafe barely had time to register the cool air brushing over him before Nadine's hand closed around him—confident, unyielding, her grip firm but not rushed. A low, strangled sound escaped him, hips shifting instinctively under her touch as his control slipped further from his grasp.

Nadine watched every flicker of response with quiet satisfaction, her thumb running a slow, deliberate stroke along him, making his eyes flutter shut for a brief second. But her voice snapped him right back to the present—sharp, grounding, laced with amusement.

"Eyes on me, Rafe."

His gaze snapped open, heart racing, and the moment their eyes locked again, he knew—he wasn't getting out of this without completely unraveling first.

Her hand moved faster, stroking his full length with a tighter grip than before. Immediately, Rafe was finding it difficult to keep his composure. His fingers twitched above his head, wanting so badly to have them somewhere else - to have them entwined with the sheets, holding her body, or just something. Anything.

Neither of them broke the eye contact. Rafe's hips twitched, he'd let out a strained groan, she'd chuckle, but neither of them looked away.

"Do you want more?" She invited, hand still working him up and down with a steady pace.

"Please."

"Please what?" Nadine urged.

"Please, just don't stop. I need this. I need you."

Wow, it's shocking to see Rafe get so vulnerable. Nadine can feel something switch in her after hearing those words, taking it as a confirmation.

She stopped and brought her hand up to her mouth to spit in her palm, Rafe watched with glazed-over eyes. The thought of them being so focused on each other that she couldn't even stop to grab the bottle of lube from a bag on the floor was turning him on even more.

Nadine grabbed his dick again, returning to the same pace she had before. His hips bucked upwards, chasing more friction from the contact.

"Yeah? Is that better for you?" She sounded like she was teasing him for his reaction. The spit made it feel so much better.

"Fuck, yes..." He'd already forgotten the rule she had enforced about not moving. His left hand shifted to hold her bicep, holding her tight.

God, she could easily overpower him, and that is a fact. Whether it be during an argument, or in moments like these. He knew she had the real control over him, even though he fights to make sure nobody else knows.

His dick twitched against her slick palm at the thought.

Nadine loved seeing Rafe come apart. With his bare thighs spread, shirt still on and sticking to his skin, strands of hair falling in front of his eyes from its normal slick style - she was soaked just from the scene alone.

"How long have you been daydreaming about this, hm?" Her movement stopped and she grabbed a firm hold on his length, her thumb covering the slit.

He shot forward from his relaxed position against the headboard, his hand slid from her bicep to her wrist at an attempt to get her to move.

She slapped his hand away, "Nuh uh. Be good."

A pathetic noise came from his lips, the room filling with whines only coming from him. "Mmh... please, come on..."

"Answer the question, now." Her thumb circled his tip, rewarded with another whine.

"For— so long, Nadine. We've been too busy—" His breath hitched, his hips rocking.

"I agree. I'm sure you've had time to yourself, though, no?" She dragged on. Finally, her hand resumed the pace, but her grip did not ease.

"Oh my god..." Rafe groaned under his breath. He laid against the headboard like before, his blue eyes fluttering shut as he gave into the moment. He was losing his focus.

Nadine slapped him. Not hard, but enough to get him to stop getting distracted. "Rafe, come on now. Do you want me to stop?"

His eyes locked with hers, "Yes, yes— Fuck, yes. I've had a little time—" His words mixed with moans, a pit burned deep in his stomach from the slap. Holy fuck. His hips desperately chased the friction.

"Did you get off on the thought of me wrecking you like this?"

The room was full of the sounds of the bedsheets rustling under them and Rafe being unable to keep himself quiet. Surely the neighbors in the rooms next door would complain later on.

"So many times. Oh, fuck..." Such a pitiful expression on his face.

Her hand sped up and her eyes did not stray away from Rafe for one second. She wanted to watch him fall apart, watch him twitch and whine. The pit in his stomach grew hotter and hotter with each stroke.

"You're so fucking good for me, Rafe. So handsome when you finally relax and let me ruin you."

Rafe had his hands bunched in the sheets on either side of his legs, "God, please, Im gonna cum..."

"Go ahead, you've earned it."

She leaned closer to the crook of his neck, leaving kisses and small hickeys across the skin as the man finally came undone in her hand. White strings dirtied his shirt.

"Such a good boy."

While Rafe was catching his breath, Nadine rolled off of his lap to the bed, right beside him. Rafe shut his eyes for a moment, still coming down from the high. After a deep breath, he shifted his head to look at the woman next to him.

He didn't say anything, but she had a big grin on her mug. Her plan to wear him out had really worked. He felt like passing out.

"You owe me. Next time." 

Rafe lifted his shirt over his shoulders and threw it to the floor, and both of them got under the covers.

[honeysucklewatr]

i’d like to take this opportunity to once again reiterate that this is not a place for zionists, pro-ice and MAGA supporters

the amount of people celebrating the bombing of iran is insane. this is absolute fucking insanity. over 80 schoolgirls have been killed. over 200 people have been murdered in the last 12 hours alone. this is not liberation. this is NOT freedom.

israel and united states have no interest in liberating anyone, they’re just after political and economic gain. liberation comes at the hands of the people themselves not the hands of western and zionist forces that violently displace and martyr. this is a distraction from the epstein files against trump like do we not see this for exactly what it is, how the media is censoring us and flooding the news cycle to drown it out?

i feel like i’m losing my fucking mind from the discourse online. please educate yourselves, this is critical.

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Secretary (2002) dir. Steven Shainberg

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this movie genuinely does shit to me i had to rewatch it again because jfc

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thank you all so much for the love on my first ever writing 😭 i wasnt expecting that at all tysm

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just a quick reminder,

fuck ICE and fuck trump.

do not stay silent.

[maisoll]

just the tip .ᐟ

your boyfriend was never good at controlling himself around you. even if you two were merely kissing, he couldn’t fight off the enormous boner he got within a matter of seconds.

and this time was no different.

his hand was caressed under your head, the other already clawing your shirt off. it had hardly been five minutes, but he already turned you into a blushing, dripping, whimpering mess under him.

“haah—can’t...we can’t...” you softly whine as you try to push him away, hands gripping onto his sides in hopes of stopping him, but he holds your waist tightly, keeping you in place while he rutted against your wet, clothed cunt.

although it was dark in the room, you could make out every feature of his face. his eyes lock onto yours, his pupils blown wide with lust, making your protests die in your throat.

“but you’re soaking wet...and y’feel so good on me,” your boyfriend mumbles against your mouth, bunching your soft sleep shirt around your armpits. it didn't matter if there were no condoms to use; he didn't want to stop.

even with such little fabric separating you two, every inch of his girth was pressed right against your soaking wet folds. his dick was so close to where it was needed, and you were practically panting at this point, back arched so far off the bed your boyfriend felt he needed to hold you so you wouldn’t hurt it. “j..just the tip, okay...”

you knew that was all the confirmation it took for him because it was no more than three seconds before his boxers were down to his thighs and pushing your panties to the side.

“just the tip.” he echoed back to you, and he wasted no time. with a slow, gentle thrust, he sank just the head into your warm, wet pussy. as promised, it was just the first two inches, but oh my god, he’s so big that you could’ve sworn he pushed it all in.

you mewl, which mingles with a strangled groan from your boyfriend as your walls clench and twitch around his swollen cockhead. your hips buck upwards inadvertently, making him slip in a bit further.

“shit—can’t do it,” he shakes his head, hugging your torso against him tightly in weak restraint. you were about to tell him not to go any further, but then he thrusts forward suddenly, causing you to shriek instead. his first thrust was accompanied by several more and small whispers of “sorry, baby,” as he continued to pound into your pretty cunt.

just the tip, right?

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author’s note - the target audience for this is my gf jess since its her (late) bday and i wanted to make her something special. watch me get called a cuck for this

warnings - MDNI!!! provocative language, biting, hair pulling, rafe smokes weed, not so sober freaky activities, rafes a munch, finger sucking, overstimulation, choking, leaving marks, making out, youre both high, not proofread bcuz im lazy and im winging it, theres prob more stuff but idk what to tag, #neverdonethisbefore

the two of you were just laying on his bed together.

you’re sitting with your back against the headboard and he’s laying on his side next to you with a lit joint in between his index and middle finger, pressed against his lips.

it was quiet in the room.

nothing but the soft rustle of the wind drifting through the leaves outside, slipping in through the window he’d cracked open just an inch or two earlier.

you were staring at him - mostly at his long, slim fingers, lost in thought. and he could tell.

he looked up at you while taking a slow drag from the joint, the smoke curling around his lips before he passed it over to you. “what’re you thinkin’ about?” he asked, his voice low. his hand slid up to rest gently on your upper thigh.

his hand was rough, cold and calloused. it sent a chill down your spine.

and god, his voice alone was enough to make you ache. and those eyes—sharp, ocean-deep blue—seemed to cut straight through you, making it nearly impossible not to climb into his lap, to make him shake, whine, and beg beneath your touch.

“nothin’, really,” you murmured, voice barely above a whisper. it was a lie, and a poor one at that. your mind had been wandering—imagining rafe’s rough fingers buried deep inside you, him lying beneath you, his hands gripping your waist… not realizing he’d been picturing the same thing.

his hand slid further up your thigh, you can feel yourself growing hot as you took a deep hit from the joint. he sat up, reaching to take the joint away from your hand, placing it down in an ashtray nearby.

your eyes met in a fervid gaze, and in that moment you both knew what you wanted. there was a second of silence, where it felt like the world slowed down before finally— fucking finally — rafe caved, giving in to his impulses.

he reached for you, his hand finding your jaw. his thumb brushed against your cheek. the air between the two of you felt so heavy, so tense and hot, you could hear your own heartbeat and you swore you could hear rafes as well. his lips met yours in a fiery, passionate kiss and you melted into him, your fingers sliding up into his hair and tugging.

you could hear a low groan escape rafe’s lips, though he didn’t pull away. his hands drifted from your jaw to the back of your neck, fingers resting there with a careful kind of possession as you deepened the kiss. it grew heated quickly—hungry, almost desperate—as if he was trying to taste every bit of you he’d been holding himself back from. as if you were being devoured.

now his hands were tightening around your neck, his fingers curling firmly against your throat, pressing just enough to make every inhale a sharp, desperate effort. the heat of his grip burned against your skin, sending a thrill of fear and desire through you, while the sound of your own heartbeat pounded in your ears.

rafe pulled back from the kiss, “fuck, baby.” his grip suddenly softened, “ ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry.” he leaned closer, his forehead resting against yours, and whispered something low and breathy, his lips brushing lightly against your temple.

you were still trying to catch your breath, trying to process what you just felt. he was apologizing, but…

you were insanely turned on.

abruptly, you placed a hand on his shoulder, pushing him back just enough to create space to pull your shirt off, tossing it carelessly into a corner of the room. he leaned back, eyes roaming over you, fixating on your chest as he took in every inch of your body.

only a few seconds had passed, but already rafe was pressing against you, his hands roaming hungrily over your body as his lips found the sensitive skin of your neck. you could feel how hard he was through his jeans. he kissed and nipped with a fierce hunger, leaving a trail of burning marks that would stay for days, reminders of the intensity of the moment.

he traveled further down to your chest, taking the time to unbutton your bra and drop it to the floor. he kissed your collarbone, kissed your chest, leaving hickeys. he was fully aware of what he was doing.

he trailed kisses lower, lingering over your stomach and hips until he reached the waistband of your pants. with swift hands, he tugged them down, sliding them and your panties off effortlessly.

without thinking, you let your legs spread. rafe chuckled, “really worked up, aren’t ya? been waiting for this?” he had a smug ass grin across his face.

“oh, shut up. you know what you’re doing, so do it.” you ordered, and he shut up almost instantly.

you were totally soaked. and the sight of how drenched you were just drove rafe fucking crazy, he practically started to drool at just the sight of you.

“fuck, babe.” his hands had a tight grip around your thighs, keep your legs spread with zero effort. his eyes met yours once again, with hunger and need in his eyes. every little breath that left him made it so obvious how starved he was for you, seemed like he trembled with hunger.

his fingers shifted to pull your panties to the side. his thumb began to trace slow, deliberate circles against your clit. he watched as your hips involuntarily thrusted forward, a big smile on his face. he just loved to torture you.

“rafe— oh my god—“ you whined, pathetic and gasping for air, grabbing a tight grip on rafes wrist as he sped his movements up. rafe just chuckled, speeding up just slightly more to watch you unravel before coming to a complete stop. “you want more?” supposed that was a rhetorical question, because he didn’t wait for an answer before thrusting two fingers inside you.

he started slow, thrusting his fingers against your walls, feeling your warmth and watching as you struggled to stay quiet. “no, i want to hear you. please.”

please? goddamn, rafe must be so desperate. you relaxed a bit, and let the feeling of rafes long fingers inside you take control. you laid your head back against the pillow behind you, your legs unable to squirm or kick because of the pressure from rafes free hand keeping them spread far apart.

he was watching you so keenly, noticing your every movement and listening to every noise that escaped your mouth. you could already feel that warm pit boiling in your lower stomach. “rafe, rafe, im close.” he thrusted his fingers even deeper for a few seconds longer, and just before you reached that climax, he pulled his fingers away.

“fuck! fuck, oh my god you fucking asshole-“ rafe laughed to himself, finding your frustration adorable. “im not done yet, dont get so worked up.” just before you could say anything, rafe shifted to lay on his stomach, bringing his hand up to your mouth and forcing you to taste yourself as he circled his tongue around your clit.

jesus christ, you almost came just from how hot this was. you watched rafe, his fingers in your mouth and his tongue in your pussy while he pressed your thighs to the bed. you couldn’t help but think about how many other women he’s done this to by how good he was at it, but the thought quickly disappeared.

your hands traveled down and grabbed a tight hold on his short hair, forcing his head to stay down. unable to say any words, all you could do was whine, moan and watch as rafe tore you apart.

that warm feeling in the pit of your stomach was back quicker than ever, your hips thrusting forward - youre basically face-fucking rafe now, forcing him to stay put as you reached your own orgasm.

he moved his hand from your mouth, now holding onto your thighs again. “yes, fuck, baby—“ his mouth stayed on you like a magnet until your body relaxed and your hands moved from his head.

he lifted his body up, catching his breath. his whole chin and mouth were drenched from your own slick, it didnt seem to bother him. “you taste so good. goddamn, that was so good.” he leaned over you, kissing you despite the mess on his mouth. you could taste yourself on his lips.

you both laid there for a few minutes. rafes head on your chest, his hand on your hip and your hand in his hair. “let’s go get cleaned up. ill make you your favorite,” rafe says.

“that sounds so good.”

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selfie <3

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my fucking wife is the most beautiful being in the fucking universe dont even play like she’s ethereal and thats all mine like i cant believe it what the fuck i cant believe she picked me what the fuck this is insanity shes so fucking gorgeous

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based on this post - a more tender version

there was nothing extraordinary in the atmosphere. you and him, sitting together on the couch. his head on your lap with your hands through his auburn curls. his eyes were fixated on the television screen, watching some documentary about whatever. your attention had been stolen by him. his presence. the weight of him on you lap, the heat of his body radiating onto yours. your hands shifted slowly- from his curls to his face. tender touches around on his cheeks. soft fingertips trailing his eyebrows, the slope of his nose and the bone of his jaw.

“i don’t think you truly understand” you say softly. almost whispering.

he turns his head upwards, eyes making contact with your face. rising slowly until he is seated next to you, his eyes still fixated on your face. “understand what?” the rasp of his voice filling the room.

“everything about you is-“ despite the words almost dying in your throat, you continue “beautiful.”

the big doe eyes looking at you transform into slight confusion. “beautiful?” he asks like the word was so out of his vernacular he couldn’t understand it.

“you’re so incredibly strong- in more ways than one- and you..you’re gorgeous! i mean have you seen yourself in the mirror?” the confusion hasn’t faded. he just stares like you have grown a second head. “you…you really think that about me?” he asks in a gentle and vulnerable tone. you don’t answer right away. you remain silent, eyes looking straight through him. not only seeing the andrew in front you- but also all the andrew’s that came before this one. the quiet child, the troubled teenager, the one that lost so much and remained loyal to his family. the scars and bruises being a framework of the man in front of you.

finally, you let yourself speak “i wish you could see yourself the way i see you, because what i see is beautiful beyond belief”. his gaze trailing over your face, a deep scarlet creeping onto his face. in silence, he takes your hand and intertwines his fingers with yours. an intimate understanding. an unspoken i love you and an open invitation.

listened to shrug (janie demo) & crying during sex both by ethel cain.

[jackabbot]

excuse me??

[pcpecody]

was this necessary though

[loverwrites]

sleepy crowd

pairing: andrew ‘pope’ cody x f!reader

warning: spit as lube, pope spilling like a faucet, somnophilia, unprotected sex, creampie, smut, 18+

summary: pope does some crowd control during a meeting.

gif by @ozarkthedog

you aren’t supposed to be here. so if anything, he’s doing his brothers a favor in making sure you don’t go eavesdropping on their conversation.

if it’s anyone’s fault, it’s your roommate’s.

she’s the one that opened the front door for him and his brothers. she’s the one that forgot to wake you, forgot to let you know the cody’s were using your apartment to hold a meeting.

pope didn’t mean to sit at the edge of your bed, or tug the thin bedsheet off your sleeping body.

the shaky sigh he lets out is a direct result of seeing the way your skin erupts in goosebumps. with you sleeping on your tummy and legs spread apart, the view of your ass is plentiful for him.

your loose sleeping shorts barely cover anything. that’s why he doesn’t feel that bad when he bunches the material to side to get a better look at your pussy.

careful not to wake you, he positions himself so his knees trap your split thighs. it’s enough weight to lock you down, but not enough to pull you out of sleep.

fingers ghost over the skin on the back of your thighs, but you don’t feel it. your ears don’t even hear the material of your shorts being cut with pope’s pocket knife.

hell, you don’t even flinch when rough hands knead the flesh of your ass. squeezing and massaging, pulling your cheeks apart to give him the prettiest view.

his eyes are glued to where your hole almost begs for him. you’re not wet, but the glob of spit that lands perfectly on your pussy helps with that.

he’s less careful as he smears his salvia with his thumb. smearing it so your pussy glistens under the dim light. he’s less careful and it’s obvious.

a soft whine escapes your lips, and that has pope freezing.

his jeans are unbearably tight. his cock straining against his black jeans, an ache he hasn’t felt in what feels like fuckin’ years.

so when you breath evens out and your lips part to let out soft snores, pope is steadily pulling his zipper down.

“pope? where you at, man?”

“upstairs. just finish your shit,” he hisses just loud enough so his brothers hear.

it’s quiet on the other side of the door, so pope assumes he’s clear and has more than enough time to pull out his cock.

licking a wet stripe on the palm of his hand, pope jerks his cock, once then twice. just enough to get him wet and spread the precome that built on the tip of his cock.

with a hiss, pope angles his cock so it sits between your ass checks. if he dips any lower, his precome will mix deliciously with his spit.

a little voice tells him he shouldn’t. hell, his brothers are just down stairs. you’re sleeping and pope knows how much you need your sleep.

his wet thumb rub over the prominent vein of his cock, debating.

a soft hiss escapes his lips when you move slightly. your ass pressed against his cock, an invitation. one he can’t turn down.

“fuck, just the tip,” he whispers to himself. almost like he’s trying to convince himself to not go any further than he already has.

the same thumb that rubbed the vein on his cock, pushed so his cock lines up with your entrance. the hand that isn’t squeezing the flesh of your ass grips the base of his cock.

it’s a tight fit, one he’s never felt because he always starts with a couple fingers.

he can’t even pull his eyes away.

doesn’t want to miss the way your pussy struggles to let him in, even if it’s just the tip. refusing to blink, pope watches the way your pussy stretches to accommodate his thick cock.

with a gentle rock of his hips, he breathes a sigh of relief when your warm walls clench around the mushroom head of his cock. mimicking his sigh, your eyes threaten to open when pope nudges his cock further. a pressure builds between your thighs is nearly enough to pull you away from your sleep.

sensing you’re seconds from waking up, pope pulls away.

he looks down to find his cock twitching against his tummy, then to your pussy, which is a fuckin sight. clenching around nothing, and spitting out the precome that pope already managed to spill inside you.

before he can think, two fingers scoop as much as he can before slipping them inside you. soft lewd noises fill the room as pope slides his fingers inside you. shoving his fingers as deep as he can then pulling away.

using the wetness on his fingers, he coats his cock with it before the tip notches at your opening and dips in. before he can go any deeper, pope pulls out, and lightly smacks his cock on your ass. then goes back to dipping his cock inside you.

it’s a never-ending cycle, a cycle that has pope twitching every time your walls hug the tip of his cock.

with every repeat, your pussy gets slicker. maybe it’s the way his cock leaks inside you, or maybe it’s your body’s way of begging for more.

each shallow thrust has his chest heaving, and every smack has him gripping the base of his cock even tighter.

a particularly firm thrust has your body tensing and your fingers gripping the bedsheets. on the brink of waking up, you let out a soft moan.

“shhh,” pope shushes, his hips never stopping, too occupied with chasing his orgasm.

“go back to sleep.”

with a soft sigh, you listen and pope swears there’s a smile on your face.

you let your body fall into your dreamless sleep and let the man above you spill inside you with a loud groan.

pope’s groan echos through the hallway and reaches the men downstairs. they all share a look. some bothered, the others proud.

“is this his girlfriend’s place?”

all eyes turn to craig who simply nods, “yeah.”

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lmk what you think !!! first time writing for pope :) pls reblog or comment!

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WHEN DID YOU GET HOT?

summary: pt i of CLOTHES OFF. andrew cody is a man full of trouble. you've always known that. every summer you'd watch him get hauled into cop cars and get into brawls. but this summer, something's different about andrew cody, he's stronger, taller, and his hair is cut just right. over the course of one hot summer's day, your desire to know more about him quickly turns into something more depraved.

pairings: neighbor!andrew cody x fem!reader

word count: 6k

warnings: smut. unspecified age gap. reader is a freak and plots on andrew (andrew folds instantly). switch!andrew and switch!reader. foot fetish. foot job (kinda). toe sucking. pussy eating. fingering. unprotected p-in-v. overstimulation. semi rough sex. choking. biting. masochism (on both sides). finger sucking. aftercare. tiddy-sucking. househusband!andrew.

author's note: hi guys! don’t worry, army brat and playing house are coming soon. i just couldn’t resist writing about andrew! this is so freaky 😝. hope you guys enjoy my first drabble!

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FOR AS LONG AS YOU COULD REMEMBER, THE CODY HOUSE WAS OFF LIMITS. no one ever explained, but still, you weren't even allowed to even say 'hello.' you didn't stay in oceanside enough to truly understand the warnings. your time there was always brief, just a couple weeks during the summer to keep your grandparents company. you vividly remember asking your grandmother why. all she did was sigh, pat your head, and say "baby, smurf and her boys are just rotten apples, that's all." despite the sweetness of her tone and the warmth of her hand, her voice was intertwined with a firmness that ended the conversation right then and there.

still, you were curious. you wanted to know and you had an inkling. you heard the loud parties, the police sirens, and the sound of punches and gunfire coming from their backyard. you saw how the cody boys would sneak around the block in the middle of the night, bodies covered in blood and bruises. there was one cody boy in particular who had caught your eye - pope. he always looked like a sad, dejected puppy. you know, like the ones they parade around on tv?

this summer, unfortunately, you were too busy to even think about the codys. you were grown now (not grown enough to get an apartment in san diego for your internship according to your parents, but grown enough to stay at your grandparents' house all alone while they vacationed). your internship was so time consuming, that you'd come home at all odd hours of the night, too sleep deprived to even care about what was going on across the street.

one hot summer day, when the oceanside breeze wasn't enough to keep the sweat away, you were lugging groceries from your car. the heat was really killing you, it had to be climate change, you think. it wasn't this hot summers ago. unfortunately, you have bags of groceries to lug into the house - heavy and all plastic, and it's unbearable. you're sweating through your tank top and shorts, dots are clouding your vision, but you still haven't unloaded all the bags from the trunk yet.

you don't even hear him come next to you.

"need some help?" you turn around, and that's when you see him. pope's not like you remember. the last time you saw him he was all lanky and pale as a ghost. his hair was short too, buzzed down right to his scalp. he was different now - handsome one could even say. he was all muscle, biceps practically bulging out of the sleeves of his shirt. he had a nice tan too, one that made the freckles smattered all over his face pop. his hair was cute - auburn curls that were both well maintained and tousled all at once. his eyes were the same though, hazel green and unbearably sad.

in the midst of you scanning his face, you breathe out a "yes." pope immediately obliges, picking up three grocery bags in each hand, like it's nothing. you get even hotter just by watching him. he places them in the threshold of the house, and then goes back to get the other ones from the car. finally, he takes the bags in your hands. he doesn't even ask, but just motions his head for you to give it to him. for a moment, your hands touch. his hands are warm, calloused, but still soft. you want them around your neck.

once the bags are in the house, pope just stands outside the front door, awkwardly, as if he doesn't know what to do with himself. "thank you so much!" you giggle, wiping the sweat of your forehead. "i can…i can help you put the groceries away if you want," he suggests, his voice soft, as if he's waiting for you to say no.

"aww, you're so sweet. i'll let you, but you have to stay for some lemonade and cookies after. you must be tired, working in all this heat." your hand comes and grazes pope's bicep, faux comfort in your motions (when really, you just want to feel them in your hand). you let go, not before squeezing just a bit. the muscle is sturdy, and you wonder if all of him is that strong too. you miss the flush creeping up his neck.

"'s no problem, 'm andrew by the way" he stammers out. he doesn't remember you, which is good. you can start fresh this way. "i'm y/n," you reply. you catch andrew softly saying your name to himself, lips slowly mouthing the syllables of your name, as if he wants to remember. cute.

"the kitchen's through this hallway and to your right." andrew refuses to let you carry anything, so you guide him through the living room and to the kitchen. you just stand there, waiting for him to be done. as the last bag hits the kitchen floor, you bend down to take stuff out the bag, but he interrupts you.

"i'll do it." you look at him in confusion. "you just…you just look tired."

"are you sure? i usually clean the cupboards-"

"i can do that too." you're standing back up now, looking at andrew as he talks. he has a flush on his face, which is new. you know it's because of you. you walk to him, crossing through a sea of bags. "andrew, you're being too nice," you say, placing your hand on his pec. it's firm like his bicep, but a little softer. andrew visibly gulps as your hand rests there. but he hasn't said no yet. "keep spoilin' me, i might just expect this all the time."

"i'll help you whenever you need-"

"whenever?"

"whenever. i can give you my number-"

"after the lemonade and the cookies," you add. "yeah, after," he mutters, nodding in compliance. you're really close to andrew now, to the point where you can feel the material of his shirt on yours. when you look at him, his green eyes don't look so sad anymore. impulsively, you place a kiss on his cheek this time. it's a quick peck, just in case you're reading things the wrong way. but as you press your lip gloss clad lips on his face, his hands come to grab your hips. when you pull away, you're practically fused to him.

"i was thinkin', since you're gonna put everything away, i could maybe shower and change. 'm just so sweaty, see?" you bring one of andrew's hands to the small of your back, just so he could feel it. his hand gropes and grabs as if he's trying to commit it to memory. "yeah, that's fine," he mutters, dropping his hands. your lips part, as if you're considering saying something else, but you don't. "alright! the lemonade and cookies are in the fridge, if you want to warm the cookies up, you can." you say, as if the tension in the room doesn't exist. soon, you walk upstairs, heading into the shower. you take your time, although a part of you doesn't want to make andrew wait. but maybe the wait will make him hungrier.

once you're done, you towel yourself dry and head to your room. there's an assortment of lotions and perfume on your vanity, but you settle for two pistachio ones. they're nutty, fresh, down right appetizing. that'll make him break. you spray the perfume all over. you can't tell, but you know you smell good. after rummaging through your closet, you decide to wear a short, pink slip. it leaves very little to the imagination, silk clinging on to every curve that you have, but that's the point.

once you come back to the kitchen, andrew's taking cookies out of the over, hands clad with your grandmother's mittens. the kitchen is clean, much cleaner than before. the tiles look extra sparkly, and the room smells like that patchouli surface cleaner your grandmother loves to use. you're just watching him plate the cookies on a ceramic plate, carefully, as if the presentation matters to him. the lemonade is already out, frosted pitcher next to the plate. two glasses rest on the counter, just for the two of you.

"oh, you're finished," andrew realized, eyes locking with yours. he's a little shocked by your appearance, especially when catches how the shortness of your slip exposes just a bit of your lacy, white, panties. "mmhm, you heat up the cookies? i could've done it for you."

"oh i…i don't mind-"

"wanna sit on the couch, we can watch some tv?" andrew's brows furrow, as if he's considering it, but he shakes his head no. "it'll be better eating here," he says, motioning to the island with chairs in the middle of the ktichen. from how the kitchen glistens, you know he doesn't want to make a mess. "i have coasters," you mention, and andrew's eyes perk up at that. "top cupboard." his hands flitter and get two.

"you can go sit down," he suggests, and you do, waltzing to the living room and plopping down on the couch. the remote sits in your hand, but you wait until andrew comes. he makes a couple of trips, first settling down cloth napkins, plates, and the pair of coasters on the coffee table. he brings out two glasses filled to the brim with lemonade, then the cookies, then the pitcher.

andrew sits on the opposite side of the couch, body rigid, as if he's scared of touching you. "what do you wanna watch?" you ask, in between sips of lemonade. the tv's settled on netflix now. "whatever you want," he replies, but you know his words aren't dismissive. you settle on some rom-com instead, something funny and sweet to pass the time. andrew becomes engrossed soon, and his back slumps into the cushions of the couch. he's more relaxed now. halfway through the movie, you swing your bare feet on his lap. "andrew, you don't mind, do you? it's just, my feet are kind of sore and-"

"it's okay." you shift your body so it's laying against the couch pillows, your feet grazing andrew's crotch. you don't even think about it. but andrew's gaze is at your feet now, watching as your toes, which are painted a pastel pink dip into the fabric of his jeans. "they look a little sore," he observes, looking at the small bruises on the side. "yeah," you pout. "wore my new sneakers today, dumb idea."

"do they hurt?" he asks, eyes still trained on them. "a little," you reply. without asking, andrew takes one in his hand, massaging slowly from your toes to your heel. his hands are slow, committing them to memory. your other foot is still on his crotch, lazing. your eyes flitter back to the movie, but in the corner, you can see what he's doing. a firm press to the ball of your feet makes you moan. you don't mean to, genuinely, but it feels good. "sorry," you murmur, embarrassment engulfing your body. but andrew doesn't stop, in fact, his pressure gets harder, as if he wants you to moan again.

"don't apologize. 's natural," he murmurs, bringing his hands to the bridge of your foot. he's massaging in slow, tiny circles and the warmth of his thumb spreads across your entire body. a sharp press makes you roll up against the pillows, your limp foot rubbing over his crotch in the process. slowly, a hardness grows under the pads of your foot. your eyes flitter back to andrew, whose eyes are shut in ecstasy. his teeth are on his lip, biting down, hard. you have to bite back a smirk at the sight. slowly, you press your toes into his hardened bulge, and rub back and forth. you can feel him harden ever more through the fabric of his jeans. once you graze your toe over where you think his bulge is, a sharp moan escapes his mouth.

"everything okay?" you ask innocently, as if you were unaware of his arousal. andrew's eyes drop to his crotch. when he catches the sight of your toe hovering over his bulge, the grip of his hand on your other foot tightens. "yeah, 's okay," he says, but you catch the hunger that overtakes his eyes.

"you sure? you're burnin' a hole into my foot," you giggle. "if you're uncomfortable, i can take 'em off." at that andrew's hold tightens. "no, i…i wan't em there."

"you want them there?" you ask, pressing your toe down hard. another moan escapes his mouth this time. "yeah," he breathes out. you notice the foot in andrew's hand is closer to his face now, he's basically salivating at the sight. "what else do you want andrew? you can tell me." andrew's eyes shut, in both pleasure and shame. he pauses for a moment, as if he's considering whether he should be honest or not. after a while, he speaks. "want them in my mouth," he mutters, bringing your foot to his face. he nuzzles against it for a moment, nose being caught in between the junction of your toes.

"aw, andrew, all you had to do was ask," you chuckle. "really?" he questions, his voice muffled by your foot. "really." you assure. at that, andrew dips a toe in his mouth. he sucks slow, as if he's trying to commit it to memory, his tongue swirls just a bit. the moans from your lips just keep coming, no longer soft and contained - now they're borderline pornographic. the sound echoes in the living room, drowning out the movie, which is now forgotten. andrew's mouth goes from toe to toe, sucking and kissing. once your toes are covered in his saliva and drool, he licks one, slow stripe on the sole of your feet.

andrew drops your foot from and takes your other foot in his mouth. your now neglected feet now lays on his crotch. you're soaked right now, the sheer sight of andrew slobbering over your feet sending shivers up your spine. andrew's cock is basically popping out of his jeans, begging to be freed. his tip is at full attention now. you prop yourself against the couch pillows, and graze your foot on the tip. andrew moans into your toes as you do, eyes rolling to the back of his head. you rub, slow, which makes his tip spurt. the crotch of his jeans are soaked now, but you don't stop.

andrew's still sucking, worshiping your toes as if it's an atlar. soon, his thighs lock up, and then he twitches in his seat. your toes feel the new gush of come in his pants. andrew drops your foot from his mouth at that. "you okay?" you ask, voice condescending. without saying a word, andrew gets up from the couch and scoops you in his arms. you wrap your arms around his neck, not to stabilize yourself, but just to be close. you know that andrew cody could carry you with one hand if he wanted to. he walks up the stairs of your house as if he knows where to go.

all of a sudden, you're thrown on your bed, back hitting the pillows. andrew's hovering over you, breath hot against your neck. his eyes are wide open, a mix of confusion and lust. he doesn't know what to do with you. you bring your hand to cradle andrew's face - it's messy, covered with spit and drool. "you wanna fuck me andrew?" you ask, arching your back against the pillows, your breasts spilling out in the process. andrew nods, and you giggle.

"i need words if we're going t-"

"i want to fuck you" he confesses, his voice raspy with need. "how do you want to fuck me?" the question is bold, placing the ball in his court. you want him to take control, you want to see what the infamous andrew cody is all about. andrew's eyes shoot open at that, pupils dilated. the sheer thought of fucking you gets him high. "i want…" he begins, taking a deep breath in. it's as if no girl's asked him that question before. "i want your pussy in my mouth." the statement comes out unsure, as if he doesn't know if that's what he really wants.

"how? do you want me to ride your face andrew? or do you want to be in between my thighs?" andrew pauses yet again, the gears turning in his head. "in between your thighs, then…then i'll finger you, and uh- fuck you after." at that, you reach up to kiss andrew, and his body crumbles against you. his lips are weirdly soft, like he just put chapstick on them. you pull away, a single string of saliva connecting you two. andrew's the one that breaks it, pulling away and sitting on your comforter.

"lay against the pillows," he instructs, and you do, shifting your head upward. andrew takes a strewn pillow next to you, and places it under your back. you smile at that, he doesn't want it to hurt. andrew sits for a minute, watching as your chest rises and falls as you breathe. your legs are propped up, fully exposing you. your undies are soaked and andrew's thumb grazes them. once he hits your clit, you jolt with a moan. "you're sensitive," he whispers, face full of wonder.

"yeah, so sensitive," you agree. "that's why i need you, andrew," you moan out, as he increases the speed the circles of your clit. "can i take them off?" he asks. andrew's laying on his stomach now, face to face with your pussy. "mmhm," you say, so andrew does, slowly, as if he's unwrapping a present on christmas day. the fabric is so soaked, to the point it almost sticks to andrew's hand. there's slick pooling out of your cunt, and all andrew wants is to lick it up. the panties are thrown to the other side of the bed.

"andrew, you don't have to ask anymore. i trust you," you coo, bringing your hand to his auburn curls. at that, andrew's head drops in between your thighs. you pull your silk slip up so you can see him fully. once andrew's settled, your legs part even further for him, exposing your pussy fully. your folds were glistening, covered with slick and arousal. he just watche, as your pussy flutters, arousal dripping out of your clenched hole.

"you gon' eat me andrew?" you chuckle, watching him drool over your pussy. "or are you just gonna watch?" at that, andrew parts your legs with his hand even more, using one of his hands to spread your pussy as wide as it could go. one his hands drop to the meat of your thighs, gripping and groping, as if he wants to commit it to memory.

you almost shove his head down on your pussy, but he a small, experimental kiss to your clit. the kiss is soft - as if he's saying hello. your clit twitches when he pulls away, eager for another kiss. a moan escapes you, and you nestle your hand in a tuft of his curls. you don't mean to, but you yank his curls, just to stabilize yourself. andrew lets out a guttural moan, he likes the pain, the burning sensation in his root. with a tight grip, you push his face down further, and he lets you.

andrew's tongue kisses your clit once again, but the kiss is longer this time. he's sucking your bud for all it's worth, trying to gulp down the slick that's pooled there. "oh andrew, you're so good for me," you moan. the praise sends shivers up his spine. you can tell he wants more of it, when he sucks even harder, rolling your bud in his mouth. the room is filled with the sound of your pussy against his tongue. andrew pulls away for a second, shimmying out of your hold. "why'd you stop?" you pout. "'m not stopping," he murmurs, spreading your pussy even farther with his fingers. everything's out in the open now, and he can really see where to suck. andrew gives your clit kitten licks, focusing on the tip of your bud. you buck into his face at that, thrashing your head against the pillows. it's just too good.

the sight makes andrew rock against your bed, his rock hard cock hitting the comforter. he'll do your laundry later, he decides. heck, he'll clean your house from top to bottom if he gets to eat your pussy like this. you buck your hips into his mouth, chasing the same high he is. your desperation makes andrew smile into your pussy. andrew starts dragging his tongue all over it, letting all of your arousal pool on his tongue. when he gets to your hole, he slurps, slow, trying to drink in all of your slick. he hasn't stopped bucking his hips into the mattress, letting his cock roll over the ripples of the sheets. he can't control himself, and how could he? your pussy is just so sweet, he's never tasted a girl so sweet before.

again, he pulls away, just to breathe. but this time, you're too lost in pleasure to notice his absence. when he sees your clit and hole twitch, andrew decides breathing doesn't matter so much anymore. in one swift motion, he pulls you even closer to his face, yanking your body down the pillows, your hair rubbing against the pillows in the process. usually, you would be mad about your hair getting ruined, but not now, when andrew's nose is nuzzling against your clit. he pulls himself up so his hands can rest on your hips. his grip is sturdy, holding you flush against the bed, despite how much you're thrashing. but still he's soft, rubbing small circles on your hip as he presses little pecks on your clit, the smack of them colliding reverberates throughout the entire room.

andrew slowly moves his hands up under your slip, still holding you in place, but brings his fingers to your nipples, rolling them in each hand. that makes you arch your back, and lock your legs around his head. "so good, andrew," you moan out, rocking your hips back into his mouth, nuzzling your pussy into his tongue. andrew doesn't even respond, too engrossed in the taste of your pussy to make a sound. he stops rocking his hips, andrew won't come unless he's inside you, he decides. as he rolls your nipples harder in between your fingers, andrew speeds up the assault on your clit. soon, your thighs lock up around his head, suffocating him with your pussy. a final suck on your clit is what causes the coil inside your belly to break. with no warning, your essence coats andrew's lips, chin, and stubble.

when he finally pulls away, he looks at you, just to make sure you're alright. your expression is dazed, eyes hazy with lust. drool pools from your lips, which are now all pouty. your thighs were still twitching, pussy spurting out the last dribbles of come. "did it feel good?" he asked, still desperate for your approval. "so good," you moan out.

andrew's sitting upright now, feet swung over the edge of the bed. with wobbly legs, you crawl until you're right to him and mimic his position. your hand tilts his chin up and brings it to your face, and you press a soft kiss on his come-stained lips. your tongue sucks on his lips, relishing the taste of your slick and his saliva together. you only pull away when they're squeaky clean. you then kiss his neck, but this kiss isn't soft, you're marking him now, sucking the flesh into your mouth until it bruises. "wanna return the favor" you whisper against his neck, hands cupping his bulge.

"another time," he replies, peering down to kiss you once again. "need to fuck you." despite the pout forming on your face, you let him kiss you this time. andrew mouths at your lips, and cradles your back as his tongue intertwines with yours. after pulling away, he pulls your slip over your body, revealing your breasts. andrew's eyes are trained on the way that they jiggle once they're freed. without even thinking, he dips down and kisses one, enveloping your nipple in his mouth.

soon, he sucks, groping the underside of your tit, and kneading it so its fully in his mouth. it's different than before, he's nursing almost, and the sight makes you melt. "you wanna suck on them while you fuck me?" you ask, and andrew shakes his head no, mouth still full. when he pulls away, his lips are covered with spit and drool, just like before. "can i suck more after we're done?" he asks, voice small. "of course you can," you reassure, cradling his face once again.

andrew gently pushes you against the pillows, and you oblige him. instead of laying in front of you, he comes next to you, propping himself up on your pillow. his hand reaches down in between your legs, and you part them before he even has to ask. andrew uses to fingers to circle your clit. his motions are slow controlled figure eights, and it's driving you crazy. your head turns to meet andrew, whose eyes are flittering between your face and your pussy. "andrew," you moan. "feels good." he preens at the praise, and dips two fingers inside. it's a little bit of a stretch, but andrew makes them fit, soothing you with forehead pecks and praises.

"see? wasn't that hard," he chuckles, as fully nestles his fingers in your walls. andrew's not like the other boys you've fucked - he's a man. he doesn't jackhammer his fingers, he fucks slow, rocking into your cunt in tiny little circles. "oh," you whine, your back arching into the air. a smirk creeps up andrew's face, as he speeds up his ministrations. he curls his fingers just a bit, so his knuckles can fuck you too. the new angle makes you squeal, and that makes him sit up up. his eyes are solely focused on your pussy now. you kept twitching and closing your legs, so he's holding them open , grip leaving indents on your thighs.

"harder!" you beg, and andrew's eyes widen at that. "harder, baby?" he asks, voice underlying with a new desperation. "yeah, andy, fuck me harder, oh." andrew curls his fingers even tighter, and when he finds it, you let out a sharp moan. "there it is," he chuckles, watching as your thighs start to twitch yet again. "gonna come for me baby?" he asks, breath hitting your pussy. "yeah, gonna - fuck," your essence spurts out of you, dripping on the beds heets and andrew's fingers. but he doesn't stop, bring his fingers to your clit, rubbing back and forth. you arch back even further at the overstimulation, almost sitting up straight, but andrew holds you down. "stop twitchin' or i'll tie you to the fuckin' bed," he spits, and the thought makes you gush. "you're so dirty, fuck. was that your plan all along? to get me in here like this?"

"no," you whine out, and andrew chuckles at that. "you're lyin' to me, but shit - i'll allow it. pussy's too fuckin' good." this is the andrew you wanted to see, all stripped down, the andrew cody that fought, got in trouble, shot his shotgun when he wanted people to leave him alone. "you like my pussy andrew?" andrew doesn't respond, he just spits a glob of saliva onto your pussy, it drips down over your clit and into your hole. you moan at the intrusion. "what do you think?" he asks. "mmm," you trail off, as if you're genuinely pondering on it. "i think you love her-"

"yeah, i love her." andrew uses his spit to slide his two fingers back into your pussy again. "yes, you do," you moan out, and andrew presses his fingers into you, fully sheathing them inside your pussy. his hand fucks his fingers into you, which makes a plap, plap, plap sound that is borderline sinful. "what a smart girl you are," he coos. "you're right. i fuckin' love it - shit. cum baby, so i can fuck you raw, hmm?" at that, you come for the third time that night.

as he pulls his fingers out, you whine at the loss. andrew's fingers are wrinkled now. "how do you want me andy?" you ask, peering down to look at him. "on your stomach," he orders, still watching your pussy twitch from overstimulation. you try to move alone, but your legs are too jelly to move. he chuckles at that, and gets up so he can manhandle you. he rolls you over on your stomach as if you weigh nothing, and yanks your back up so it's arched. andrew slides the pillow from before underneath you, which makes you sigh in relief. "keep it this way," he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on the globe of your ass, you nod in compliance.

teasingly, andrew takes the tip of his cock and runs it over your clit. you moan at that, and andrew smacks his cock against you, which makes you jolt forward. without warning, he dips his cock into you. it's a big stretch, bigger than you thought. you were too lost in your pleasure to really take notice of andrew's cock, but it's fat, big, and girthy. the tip almost rips you half open.

"don't worry, it'll be in soon," he soothes, bringing his hand to the small of your back. with eyes fused shut you take it, and when he's finally sheathed in, andrew lets you warm him for just a bit. "andrew," you whine. "move." once you give the go ahead, andrew doesn't stop. with feet planted firmly on the bed, he fucks you from behind. his hips rock against yours hard, pushing his cock right against your cervix, each thrust drives you crazy. you try to look back at andrew, but his hand snakes up your back and shoves it into the pillows.

"choke me, please," you beg, and andrew snickers at that. "yeah? you want my hands around your neck?" he asks, and you nod your head into the pillows. andrew moves his hands down, and chokes hard on your pulse points. you get dizzy immediately, and suddenly a new stream of wetness gushes out of your pussy. once it hits his cock, andrew fucks into you even harder, grip still strong. you can feel it deep in your bones, the loss of oxygen. as soon as your eyes roll to the back of your head, andrew lets go.

"why'd you-" before you can even finish, andrew's finger is in your mouth. your mouth curls around him, and you suck. "so fuckin' whiny. huh?" he mocks, still continuing his thrusts. his cock hits your cervix once and you topple into the pillows, arms flaying. in between thrusts andrew grabs your arms and pulls you up. "what'd i say?" he asked, but you're too fucked out to respond. andrew tightens his hold on you. "what'd i say?" he repeats. you turn your head to look at him, the sight of his cock ramming into your pussy elicits another moan from you. "you too busy moanin' to answer me?"

"no -"

"so tell me what i said-"

"you said to - fuck - keep my position, oh my god," you finally babbled out, head dropping. "if you were so tired baby, all you had to do was tell me huh?" he chuckles, and before you know it, your body is pushed into the matress, and andrew's body is right on top of yours. he still hasn't stopped thrusting, cock kissing your walls each time he moves. andrews bicep finds its way to your neck, curling to put you in a headlock. you moan even harder at that - it's guttural. you really like how strong he is, andrew realized. your lips find its way to his bicep, the same bicep you squeezed and groped earlier. one sharp thrust has you biting on andrew's bicep. your teeth are sharp, sinking into andrew so hard they almost draw blood. andrew winces, and you almost retract in fear of hurting him. "keep. biting." he rasped. you realize he wants it to hurt just as much as you do. so you bite, slobbering all over his bicep, biting hard enough it'll bruise. that's what makes his cock twitch inside of you. "gonna come," he groans, and soon spurts of him coat your walls. you come soon after, and andrew watches as your slick mixes with his.

he pulls out, slow, as to not hurt you. and you whine at the loss. andrew gets up and heads into the bathroom in your room. he comes back with a warm washcloth and cleans your pussy, dipping the rag carefully as to not overstimulate you further.

"thank you," he murmurs, leaning up to press a soft kiss on your back. "thank you," you breathe out. "can you get up?" andrew asks, scanning your body for any injuries. you giggle into the pillows. "nope. fucked me too hard." andrew lets out a sigh, as if the sheer thought of hurting you made him upset. "'m sorry," he sighs, rubbing tiny circles on your shoulder. "don't be. it felt so good," you reassure. andrew carries you to the bathroom, and rests you on your toilet seat. he rushes out the bathroom, and you can hear the sound of sheets being pulled off the bed. he really liked being clean you realized. you hear the rustling of clothes and the padding of feet down the stairs. for a moment, you think he's left you, but soon he comes into the bathroom.

"sorry, i just- we left the cookies and lemonade out downstairs. i didn't want ants to-" you interrupt his sentence with a giggle. "'m sorry, you're just too cute," you say, making grabby hands for him. andrew immediately comes closer and scoops you up into his arms. he smells like sex, sweat, and cheap men's cologne. you like it. when you and andrew reach your bedroom, he's made the bed up perfectly. everything from the sheets to the pillow is fresh. it's honestly neater than how you made it up this morning. "under or over the covers?" he asks. "under, but you have to turn the fan on. i can-"

"i got it," he murmurs, placing you under the duvet. andrew turns it on the highest setting - you must be overheated right now he thinks. "do you want any clothes?" he asks. "no, i want to be naked, and i want you naked with me," you reply, yanking the other side of the comforter. "you want me to stay?" he asks, voice unsure. "duh," you reply, almost as if he was supposed to know. andrew strips himself of his clothes again and gets in right next to you. despite you still being propped up on the pillows, andrew shimmies down so his head is on your tummy. your hands slowly cradle through his hair, massaging his scalp.

"didn't you want to suck on my tits after?" you ask, peering down at him. andrew meets your gaze. "only if..only if you want," he murmurs into your tummy. you shoot andrew a look, a look filled with approval and he gets up, nuzzling his face into your breasts. you didn't say anything, just let your hand rest in his scalp again. andrew's lips grazed your nipple, soon sucking it into his mouth. he was tired now, body all spent from fucking you hard.

"thank you andrew, really," you whisper into his head. you place a kiss on his curls and his eyes shut. not in ectasy or arousal, but something softer. he keeps sucking, holding your waist. you let him, ignoring the heat arising in your belly.

andrew cody's going to be in your bed for the rest of the summer, you decide.

[wesandresons]

[rabidworld]

His curls are just perfect