☠︎︎ 𝔟𝔯𝔶𝔫𝔫𝔢.

shawn hatosy’s wife. MINORS DNI.

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☠︎︎ 𝔦𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔬 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔱.

welcome to my blog, my names brynne and i’m a fanfic writer.

i’m choosing to mainly write for the loml pope cody <3

i am a dark fic writer, they’re not going to be vanilla / tame. though there will be warnings on every fic that i put up so you choose to read at your own risk and hate won’t be tolerated.

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under his gaze.

DISCLAIMER: I AM NOT A MAN. I DO NOT HAVE A PENIS. I DO NOT KNOW WHAT SEX FEELS LIKE FOR MY MLM PEEPS. THIS IS ALL BASED OFF OF OTHER FANFIC WORKS IVE READ. I TRIED MY HARDEST OKAY?? 😭🙏.

summary: titus was never allowed to be who he truly wanted to be, wasn’t allowed to love who he wanted to love. so when his father dies, he fucks you stupid in front of that big painting he had made when he was alive.

warnings: 18+ only, MALE READER, use of Y/N, oral sex, handjobs, pia sex, anal sex, swearing, mlm, dumbification, drooling, slapping, use of the pet names ‘puppy’ and ‘pup’, daddy kink, hair pulling, voyeuristic behaviour in a way???

wc: 1.8K

a/n: if you notice a change in my writing style, there’s been a whole load of shit going on at home alongside my exams and ya girl is depressed as shit 🫡. ALSO, happy pride month my loves!! i’m gonna try to publish as many mlm / wlw & other lgbtq+ related fanfics as i can this month 🫂.

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Titus had never been proud of who he was. He’d always been taught to just push it down, bury it under layers of carefully constructed masks upon his father’s command.

Titus never wanted Chester to be ashamed of him, to be disappointed in his only son.

But he also couldn’t help who he was.

He couldn’t help that he wasn’t attracted to women, that he found no interest in discussing how ‘hot’ women were with his friends.

He just couldn’t find them attractive. Not in the way that he found men attractive, with broad shoulders, strong jawlines, earthy and warm scents rather than unappealing strong and floral ones.

He couldn’t ever truly be the man that Chester wanted him to be.

When Chester would bring potential female partners for him to consider marrying, he would politely reject his father’s offers.

It was always one excuse after another to avoid it.

‘She was impolite.’

‘She challenged me on every word I said, I need to marry someone who’s on my side... Not pushing my buttons constantly.’

‘She wasn’t pretty enough to bear a Danforth heir.’

The women Chester brought him were perfectly acceptable, and they would make good friends to Titus. Though he would rather die than spend the rest of his life tied down to one of them.

Then came Y/N.

The perfect suitor for Titus Danforth. If he wasn’t a man, that was.

You’d unexpectedly showed up in his life, a member of the mercer family. The newest members of the high council.

Your father had wanted to formally introduce himself to the rest of the members, despite them having not convened in person since… Well, a long time before Titus and Ursula were born.

It had gone smoothly, all things considered. You and Titus had gotten along like a house on fire.

It had been the beginning of a beautiful relationship. Even though it was very much kept in the dark.

Titus didn’t want any grief from his father, and you didn’t want to rush him to come out about you pair too quickly. Though Ursula, the person Titus trusted most knew.

You guys would meet occasionally out at bars, cafes, all sorts of places. If you wanted an overnight date, you had to both book a hotel under the guise of a ‘boys night.’

You’d book two single beds, giggling quietly in the dim lamp light as you’d push them together just so you could be close without arousing any suspicion.

Everything was going well, really well.

Until Titus’ father died when it was revealed that Grace Le Domas had survived the game of hide and seek at the Le Domas household, managing to wipe out the entire family.

You had been there when he’d done it, watching as him and Ursula pressed a pillow over Chester’s face until he couldn’t fight anymore.

You knew what it meant, Ursula and Titus would be competing in the competition to win the high seat. They were at an advantage, not that you cared.

You were just more interested in Titus himself, not power. The high seat didn’t interest you.

—

Later that night, Titus was walking through the hotel with his hand laced through yours.

“Are you okay?”

You question, giving his hand a light squeeze of comfort.

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

He responded, glancing at you with a furrowed brow as he releases your hand and snakes his arm around your waist instead in order to keep you close.

“Because you lost your father this morning, baby. I know it was… for the best. It’s still got to hurt though, I know how much you admired him.”

You hum, sliding your own arm around his waist and leaning your head against his shoulder as you walked.

“No, I’m okay. It’s… more of a relief, actually.”

Titus admitted.

“I loved my father, sure. But he wasn’t a good man by any means, pup.”

Titus stopped as you both approached the large painting that his father had hung and framed while still alive. A reminder of his presence, of his power as the head of the Danforth family.

You paused, glancing at it. It made you incredibly uncomfortable. His eyes were soulless, dark, and unsettling.

“God, I hate that photo.”

You murmur and Titus let out a low chuckle, thumb rubbing slow circles on your hip.

“Yeah, we hear that a lot from guests too.”

He hummed, continuing to caress your hip as he stared down the image of his father. A feeling of hatred flooding his veins.

Which gave him a thought.

Fuck you.

Right there, right in front of his father’s painting.

He knew that his father would probably be looking up at them from his place in hell, and he wanted to show his father just how happy and in love he was.

“Pup?”

Titus said, tone questioning as he stared his father’s painting right in those dull eyes.

“I’ve got an idea, don’t know how you’re gonna feel about it though.”

He states, and you turn in his arms so you could slide your own around his neck and drop a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“Tell me.”

You push gently, encouraging him to open up about his idea.

“Wanna fuck you, right here. Right in front of his painting.”

Your eyes widened, but you don’t speak yet. Just pausing to take a moment to mull over the idea in your head.

“My father was a piece of shit, pup. Always had to hide who I was just to make him happy. I just want one last fuck you, wanna rub this in his face.”

You hesitated for a moment before nodding.

“Okay..”

—

By the time Titus came back with handfuls of condoms and a bottle of lube, you had completely stripped down in preparation. Your cock already hard.

Titus just grinned like a cat who had just gotten the cream. In a way, he would be getting it.

“Look at you pup, so hard already and all I asked you to do was undress…”

He crooned in mock sympathy, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

Yours and Titus’ sex was never gentle.

“Was that pretty little head thinking about all the things daddy is going to do to you, little puppy?”

He questioned, not even asking you to get into a certain position. Just guiding you to it.

He placed his hands on your shoulders, hands gripping tightly and pushing you down towards the floor so you would kneel before him.

He had positioned the pair of you so your back was to the painting of his father, however he was able to see it.

Titus was lost in his head, disassociating slightly as he stared at the eyes. The ones filled with rage and disbelief, a display of pure disappointment.

Though he was quickly snapped back to reality when he felt you nuzzling against the growing bulge in his trousers.

“You want daddy’s cock, puppy?”

He grinned, big hands threading into your hair and giving a light tug which earned him an oh so pretty whine.

“Okay pup… I’ll give you what you want.”

He murmured, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and tug his boxers down around his thighs as his trousers pooled at his feet on the floor.

You were quick to move, eagerly taking his thick head into your mouth and swirling your tongue around the tip while occasionally giving a gentle suck before you began to bob your head down his shaft.

The hotel lobby was filled with the noises of your sucking, slurping, and loud gags as the tip of his cock slid down your throat.

Titus wasn’t exactly a small gentleman, and he was a lot to take. So what you couldn’t take, you fisted and used your hand to jack him off while slurping loudly at what was in your mouth.

—

You and Titus had been going for what felt like forever.

You were a complete and total mess, fucked completely dumb.

Titus was behind you, cock ramming into your ass as he had you on your hands and knees. One of his hands was buried into your hair, forcing you to look up at the painting while the other gripped your hip roughly.

Though it occasionally left its place on your hip to deliver a harsh smack against your ass.

You couldn’t even speak anymore, you were reduced to a babbling mess as you drooled all over the linoleum floors while Titus pounded into you like he hated you.

“Uh-huh, you like that puppy? You like when daddy takes away your ability to speak?”

He grunts, and you let out a low whine in response as he gives a harsh tug of your hair.

“You like it when daddy fucks this tight little ass so good that all you can do is moan and blubber like a good pup?”

He wasn’t expecting an answer, not a coherent one anyways. Just a bunch of babbles as he grinds the base of his shaft into your ass between every few thrusts, letting you feel the way he was splitting you open.

“Mhm, that’s daddy’s good puppy.”

He grunted, his thrusts becoming more and more erratic as he moved his hand from your hip to beneath you.

He knew you were close enough, you were so overstimulated that all he needed to do was give your cock a few rough pumps and you’d be spilling your cum right into his palms.

“Gonna cum, puppy? Yeah? Last one, just give daddy this last one… then I’ll stop with you pup.”

He mumbled against the back of your neck, roughly stroking you as he continued fucking into you. His balls tightened and started to draw up, but he’d be damned if his puppy didn’t get their orgasm before he did.

It didn’t take much before you were flying over the edge of a cliff and hurtling headfirst into a sea of pleasure. Your body convulsed under Titus, his arm banding around your waist to keep you from falling onto the floor and you shot thick, hot, white ropes of cum right onto the floor.

You gave a pathetic cry as Titus kept fucking into your ass, not giving you a single moment of recovery.

“I know pup, I know.. just let daddy come. M’nearly there, I promise, you’re nearly done.”

He grunts, giving one last brutal thrust before his hips jerk and he collapses against your back as he fills the condom with his seed.

The two of you lay there for a moment, panting heavily in a mess of your own fluids before Titus slowly pulled out and rolled you over onto your back.

“Oh my messy little pup, look at you.”

He cooed, glancing at the cum on your stomach and he gave you a sympathetic smile.

“It’s okay, daddy’s gonna clean you up. Make you all fresh and cosy again, okay?”

All you could do was nod weakly, completely spent. It made Titus grin, satisfied with how he’d managed to fuck you to the brink of exhaustion… right before his father’s painting.

“Okay pup, m’gonna pick you up now.. I’ll be really gentle, I promise. Let’s go get you into a nice hot bath while I come back to clean up this floor.”

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i’m mad, not blind.

summary: you and pete just had an argument, you’re both relaxing on separate couches and scrolling through your phones when you get a message from cal.

warnings: just light swearing! also your outfit is chosen (literally just cal’s hoodie and a pair of sweatpants so like loungewear).

wc: 540

a/n: i’m really sorry i haven’t posted, ive been busy as hell. i’m finally on study leave though so ill be posting a lot more i hope.

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You were curled up on the sofa, facing the television, wearing your husband’s baggy hoodie and a pair of sweatpants while mindlessly scrolling through TikTok on your phone.

Cal was lying on the sofa to your left, sprawled out across the couch and watching some kind of reels on his own phone.

It was quiet.

Not tense or uncomfortable, just… quiet.

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see Cal glancing at you constantly, his eyes flickering over to you every few seconds from the opposite sofa.

You opened your messages app and clicked on Cal’s contact.

‘Stop looking at me, asshole,’ you typed, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

Across the room, you heard his phone buzz. Almost immediately, the three little dots appeared as he started typing a response.

‘Can’t help myself, babe. You look so hot right now.’

You forced your expression to stay neutral, trying not to let him see how amused you were by his comment.

‘Well, thanks,’ you replied before quickly adding, ‘I guess.’

Cal rolled his eyes at his phone. You were always so stubborn. Then again, this whole argument had been his fault, even if he didn’t want to admit it.

‘You’re welcome, baby,’ he sent back before swiping out of the app and returning to his reels.

‘Still pissed off, by the way,’ you added, just to remind him that his compliments weren’t enough to fix your mood.

‘I know. Me too,’ Cal replied before rolling onto his side and switching his phone off so he could properly look at you.

“But just because I’m mad,” he murmured softly, careful not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere, “doesn’t mean I’m fucking blind, baby.” His lips twitched into a grin. “I can appreciate my pretty girl whenever I want.”

“Well, be quiet with your admiration. You’re being annoying,” you grumbled, shooting him a playful glare.

“Oh, I am, am I?” he chuckled as he stood up and walked over to your couch. “Guess I’ll just have to ramp up my annoying behaviour.”

He grinned before getting up of the couch and approaching you, leaning down and practically collapsing on top of you as he begins pressing a trail of kisses against your neck.

You giggled, weakly pushing at his chest while secretly enjoying the playful ease of your slow reconciliation.

“Oh my God, stop!” you shrieked as his beard tickled your sensitive skin. “You’re such a dick!”

“Oh, wowww, I see how it is,” he said with an exaggerated nod, pinching your hip and pouting dramatically. “I try to apologise and be nice, but no, I’m a dick.”

You nodded despite the grin spreading across your face as he continued attacking your neck with kisses.

It was probably the happiest the two of you had been all evening… It was nice to finally feel okay again.

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i like hearing you think out loud.

summary: reader has insomnia and is awake at 3 AM, she wakes brendon up to ask a couple of silly questions.

warnings: none, pure fluff!!

wc: 417 (sorry it’s short it’s all i’ve had time to write)

a/n: hi sorry for not uploading recently, i am in the middle of an exam season and your girl is fighting for her life.

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You’d been lying there, staring at the ceiling for hours now, your brain running in circles as your thoughts refused to turn off.

Your husband was lying beside you, snoring softly while you tried (and failed) to find sleep.

And then another thought struck.

Do whales get cold?

You turned onto your side, gently shaking your husband in an attempt to wake him from his peaceful slumber.

He gave a sleepy groan and turned to face you, his arm wrapping around your shoulders as he pulled you into his chest.

“What’s up?” he murmured tiredly, his voice low and raspy as he slowly came to.

“Do you think whales get cold?”

You whispered, a small furrow in your brow as you seriously pondered the thought that had crept into your brain. One important enough to wake your poor husband over.

“Also, don’t you think it’s weird that humans are completely fine with hair until it’s not attached to our heads?”

You added, becoming a little sidetracked by the other thoughts you’d managed to come up with during your sleeplessness.

“I wonder if whales have hair.”

You went on, Brendon blinking at you in confusion as he tried to shake off the effects of sleep.

“I’m gonna Google it,” you murmured, reaching over your husband to grab his phone and opening Google to research whether whales did or did not have hair.

“Okay, Google says… whales have hair!”

You exclaimed, overjoyed to finally have an answer to your question.

“Adult toothed whales lose their hair, but baleen whales keep it, and they use it like an underwater radar to detect prey and vibrations!”

You grinned, shutting off the phone and placing it on the nightstand.

“God, you’re so weird. I am so in love with you…”

Brendon murmured, drawing you in to press a loving kiss against your temple.

“Thanks!” you beamed happily, leaning into the kiss. “I love you too.”

A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment, and you simply breathed with him while listening to the steady beat of his heart beneath your ear.

“Try to get some sleep, baby.” he eventually muttered, drawing the blankets tighter around the two of you. “It’s late.”

You nodded, melting into the warmth of his body and focusing on your breathing.

Brendon’s fingers tangled in your hair, scratching tenderly at your scalp. He knew it would help quiet your overactive brain. He always did this when you couldn’t sleep.

“I got you.” he rumbled drowsily. “Just close your eyes.”

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after the storm.

summary: ursula arrives home from a long day at work, the house is quiet and tense. your child is already upstairs asleep, and you’re scrubbing furiously at the dishes. she wants to find out what happened and help you relax.

warnings: use of pet names, including honey, gorgeous etc. AFAB READER, she / her throughout. cunnilingus, strap sex, piv, sex.

wc: 1.4K

a/n: hi currently doing exams so i’m lowkey crammed with revision and stuff — also my depressive episodes decided it was a good time to come back so im really unmotivated rn but ill try my hardest to get fics out.

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The door opened quietly, not giving away Ursula’s arrival home.

What she expected was the loud squeals of her little girl playing with her toys, the sound of her wife giggling and playing along with the Barbie dolls they’d recently purchased her.

Though she was met with complete silence.

There wasn’t a single noise.

It was dead silent, other than the fact that Ursula could hear running water and aggressive scrubbing.

She slipped off her heels, shrugged off her coat and hung it on the hooks Titus had nailed in place for her, placed her briefcase by the shoe rack and made her way into the kitchen.

You were stood there, all lines of tension and stress. She could see your face in the reflection of the window, a furrow between your brows and jaw grit.

She approached slowly, soundlessly. Her tights-clad feet padding silently against the kitchen tiles.

Her arms slid around your waist, her nose gently nudging your jaw as she peppered loving kisses against the soft skin of your neck.

“Hi, honey.” She cooed soothingly, hands stroking up and down your hips beneath your clothes. “Why so tense?”

She felt as your shoulders drooped, your hands bright red from the heat of the water as you pulled them from the soapy dishwater.

“Just the kiddo playing up.” you huffed, “I love her but she can really be a stubborn pain in my ass when she wants to be.”

A low chuckle escaped Ursula’s throat and she nodded in agreement, “I wonder who she gets that from.”

Her teasing earned her a light slap on her upper arm and she gasped, rubbing her arm with a mocking pout as her eyes narrowed at you.

“I’m only teasing honey.. what happened with the kid?” she questioned, pressing a kiss to your temple and drawing you close. “Talk to me.”

You paused, anxiously chewing your inner cheek before deciding to open up.

“I just asked her to clean up the mess at the dining table from all her artsy stuff, I needed space to put down dinner.” you begin, the small frown returning. “she refused and so I asked politely but she lashed out and smacked me as she ‘wasn’t done yet’ according to her.”

You mumble, arms winding around ursula’s neck and seeking out comfort.

“I sent her to her room, but.. she kept screaming and fighting me so I lost my temper.” you admit. “I didn’t mean to, I just snapped and she ran off sobbing to her room.”

You play with the hair at the nape of Ursula’s neck, unable to meet her gaze out of guilt.

“Haven’t seen her since.. I feel like a fucking awful mother.”

You felt horrible, you probably should’ve checked on her. However, you were just so wound up.

“Oh, honey… it’s okay.” Ursula cooed, tilting your head up and placing a kiss on your lips. “We all get a little stressed out sometimes. It happens.”

She made sure she kept her voice low and soothing, not wanting to make you feel worse about snapping at your little one.

“She’ll get over it, snapping doesn’t make you any less of a mother.” Ursula just wanted to focus on you for now, there wasn’t anything she could do about the kid with her asleep right now.

“Come on, let me help you relax.” she crooned, tapping your thigh and you jumped up instinctively so she could carry you.

—

Ursula had put you in the bedroom and gone to double check that the kid truly was asleep so she wouldn’t hear anything coming from your bedroom.

She closed the door behind her, stalking towards the bed and crawling over you.

“We’re all good.” She purred, leaning down to capture your lips against her own. “Kiddo’s asleep, so it’s just us now.”

She hums, kisses trailing from your mouth to your jaw.

She sucks at a particularly sensitive spot, leaving dark marks but they were in pretty hidden spots so the kiddo wouldn’t see them.

You breathe deeply, focusing on the sensation of ursula loving on you and trying to push down the guilt that gnawed at your chest.

She nipped at your collarbone, the bite harsh enough to bring your wandering thoughts back to her.

“Hey, you with me?” Ursula questioned, a small crease between her brows as she looked at you with worry filled eyes.

You nod hesitantly, flashing her a weak smile.

“Yeah, sorry. i’m here.” You place your hands on her shoulders, rubbing softly in a loving manner.

She rubbed your thigh and pressed her forehead down to yours, eyes closing as she took a second to just exist with you.

Ursula’s hand slid to begin removing your clothes, being as careful as she could. She knew how fragile you could be sometimes, you weren’t exactly the biggest fan of confrontation. Especially with your child.

She slowly slid down to settle between your thighs, pushing them open and leaning down to press a kiss against your mound.

“Tell me to stop if you need me to gorgeous.” She crooned, her tongue flicking out to tease your clit before she flattened her tongue and licked a slow stripe from your entrance to your clit.

She made sure to lavish your pussy with attention, working you up just so you’d be ready to take her strap in some time.

Your breath hitches as her mouth slants completely over your pussy and she works her middle and index finger slowly into your entrance.

“So wet for me honey..” she groans against your folds, her mouth wrapping around your clit and sucking harshly.

You let out a loud cry, legs squeezing around her head as you snap a hand over your mouth to quiet the noises leaving your lips… you wouldn’t wanna wake up your darling daughter and have this be cut short as a result of your own noises.

She continued to work her fingers, continuously hitting your g-spot as she worked.

“Mhm, feels good doesn’t it, my pretty girl?” she mumbles, voice muffled as she speaks into your pussy. “Come for me gorgeous, I know you’re nearly there.”

You let out soft whimpers, pushing your hand harder against your mouth as you cried weakly into your palm.

Your back bowed as she gave a particularly hard suck to your clit and twisted her fingers, your vision spotted at the corners as a bolt of white heat ran through you and the tight coil in your stomach snapped.

“God!” You wail, eyes screwing shut and chest heaving.

“Not God baby, just me.” She teases, slowly kissing her way back up your body.

“Haha, funny..” you pant, playfully pushing at her face with a lopsided grin plastered on your face.

“I know, hilarious aren’t I?” She rasped against your temple, carefully dragging the blunt head of the strap attached around her hips through your soaked folds.

You gave a little gasp and she smirked, “Feel good?”

You nodded as she notched the tip at your entrance, pushing into your pussy in one smooth thrust.

“Fuck…” you hiss, nails clawing down her back as your teeth sink into your lower lip.

Ursula was quick to set a steady rhythm, her hips smoothly snapping into you and the room was filled with the sounds of your moans and flesh slapping against flesh.

Ursula grunted, a light sheen of sweat coating her pale skin and she lifted your leg over her shoulder so she could get a deeper angle in your cunt.

The base of the strap was rubbing against her clit and she was getting close, but she’d always make sure you came first.

“Come on honey, come for me.” She grunted against your temple, and a choked moan left her throat. “Come on, I’ve got you.”

She drove in once again, and yet another orgasm washed over you as she ground the head of the strap against your g-spot.

Ursula soon joined you, the pair of you falling over the edge and just breathing heavily in silence as you both lay still.

“You okay, honey?” She breathed into your hairline after a moment of quiet, gently working the strap out of you and detaching it from around her hips.

“Never better.” You respond, eyes glassy with pleasure and she giggles at your dazed look.

“Mm, let me clean you up and then we’ll cuddle till we fall asleep.” She coos, holding you close. “Alright?”

You nod, melting into her arms and waiting patiently for her to get to work as you remained like jelly on the bed.

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hi guys i promise im gonna upload a fic soon (ursula x reader), but tumblr wont let me use my layout pics atm and i cant figure out why☹️☹️

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the day i couldn’t save you.

summary: robby’s stepdaughter overdoses, he’s unable to save her… and just like that, his last reason to live was gone.

warnings: suicide mentions, substance abuse, death, overdose, alcohol, vomit, angst no comfort, angst without a happy ending. please read at your own risk.

wc: 1.3K

a/n: if you, or people you know, are currently struggling with your mental health and are having thoughts of suicide, please don’t hesitate to contact a helpline. there is always people that will listen to you.

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There was so much noise as you were rushed through the hospital doors.

People were shouting things. The fluorescent lights were far too bright. Your body felt so heavy… you couldn’t move a single muscle. It didn’t help that your clothes were itchy and sticking to you, you were incredibly clammy, and you’d also thrown up on yourself a few times.

You were regretting it.

You shouldn’t have taken those damned pills, nor should you have chased them with half a bottle of vodka that you’d stolen from your stepfathers liquor cabinet.

It was a moment of weakness, and you’d caved, unable to continue carrying the weight of your pain.

“What have we got?” you heard a familiar voice, your Uncle Jack’s.

“A teenage female, took a bottle of aspirin and chased it with vodka. She’s burning up and has been throwing up on the ride here,” the male EMT wheeling you in called out.

Suddenly, your uncle’s face was in view, and you let out a weak, pitiful sob that sent tremors through your fragile body.

“Holy shit, someone page Robby now!” he yelled above the chaos, pushing the gurney as fast as he could.

The panic on Jack’s face was evident. You’d never felt guiltier.

“It’s okay, baby girl, I’m here… your dad will be here real soon,” Jack murmured frantically, stroking your sweat-slicked hair back from your forehead and giving you a weak smile in an attempt of comfort.

You let out a low gurgle in response, coughing up a bit of vomit as it splattered into your hair.

“M’sorry,” you croaked weakly, breathing shakily. “Didn’t… mean to.”

“No, baby girl, don’t apologise… it’s okay. I’m gonna make it go away,” Jack murmured, dropping a quick kiss to your forehead before you reached Trauma 2. “Where the fuck is Robby?”

You didn’t hear much after that, your body locking up and convulsing on the gurney.

—

“Robby!”

Dana yelled, rounding a corner at the speed of light into a patient’s room where Robby and Samira were standing.

“Tr- Trauma 2,” Dana panted, a hand over her heart as if trying to calm its rapid beating. “You gotta go now.”

Robby gave Dana a look, glancing back at the patient with furrowed brows.

“I’m with a patient. Can it not wait?” he grumbled, irritation creeping into his tone as he glared at Dana for the interruption.

“No, no!” she shook her head rapidly, still breathing heavily. “It’s Y/N.”

And just like that, Robby’s world stopped. Time froze. He could hear his heart pounding in his ears.

He didn’t bother to ask another question. He just ran out of the room and bounded towards Trauma 2.

He didn’t apologise to anyone he bumped into along the way, he just kept going. Heading towards the room where his stepdaughter was.

And when he got there, what he saw terrified him.

His baby was completely still and blue in the face. Jack was barely holding it together as he performed chest compressions. There was the sound of the defibrillator charging, a nurse shouting “Clear!” before shocking her.

“Push epi,” Robby commanded as he walked into the room. He didn’t care if there was a rule about treating family members. That was his whole world on the table. He would save her.

Jack stepped back, allowing Robby to take over compressions as he moved to the top of the bed.

—

The nurses allowed it to go on for hours. They kept pushing epi when instructed, and Robby kept pumping his daughter’s chest.

His arms were aching, his scrubs soaked with sweat, and his eyes filled with quiet determination.

He didn’t stop, even when he felt a gentle hand on his back and looked over his shoulder to see Dana.

“Robby… you gotta stop,” Dana whispered, her voice breaking, eyes teary. “We’ve pushed everything we can. We’ve been doing compressions and shocking her for hours… she’s not coming back.”

Robby felt his chest crack. He knew Dana was right. He’d known for a while now that his daughter was gone.

But how was he meant to just let her go? How was he meant to give up? How was he meant to stop trying to bring back his little ray of sunshine? How was he meant to allow her to move onto Olam Ha-Ba when she was just so young?

You had always been his light in the dark… and now that light had been snuffed out.

Now you were cold and clammy, your skin blue as a result of your overdosing.

“I can’t…” Robby shook his head, his voice breaking. “How can I…”

He never thought he’d see you like this. Never thought he’d have to see you dead. A weak sob rattled through him.

His hands stopped compressing your chest after a moment long. He could see the bruises blossoming across your sides from the force of it, he had cracked your ribs while trying to make you breathe again.

Another weak, more pitiful sob left him as he leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours.

The scent of acrid vomit clung to your hair and clothes, but it didn’t bother him. What bothered him was how cold you were.

There was never a day in your life when you’d been cold. You’d always complained about being too warm.

Robby heard Dana’s footsteps retreat, heard the curtain being pulled shut. It was just you and him now. He’d always thought that it’d just be you and him against the world.

“I’m sorry for not being there… for not realising that you were hurting this bad. I should’ve noticed. I’m your dad, for fuck’s sake. I’m sorry, baby. I know you don’t like swearing… I just don’t get how I could’ve missed this. I’m so sorry.”

Robby whispered into your ear, his voice low and unsteady with grief.

“Please forgive me. I know it might be hard… If I’d been around more, I could’ve noticed. I could’ve saved you. Forgive me for not saving you. I should’ve been here immediately… I could’ve saved you.”

He couldn’t have. That was the reality. Nobody could have saved you. You were already too far gone by the time you’d called the ambulance earlier that evening.

“Thank you… for everything. You’ve always been my light in the dark, the person who could make me smile after even the longest shifts. Thank you for being my daughter… my whole world. Thank you for loving me, even when I was difficult to love.”

Robby let out a broken cry, tears slipping from the corners of his reddened eyes and falling onto your face.

“I love you. I love you so much, baby. I wish I’d told you more. I loved everything we did together, every moment I got to spend with you. I loved calling you mine. I was always so proud of you… I will always be proud of you.”

He didn’t move for a long while, just sat beside your bed with his head resting on your stomach, holding your cold hand.

-

Eventually, he heard the curtain slide open and turned his head.

Jack.

His best friend. His baby’s uncle.

Robby couldn’t help but wonder how long he’d been in here, he hadn’t even glanced at the clock once. But clearly it was a long time if Jack was able to take a moment to stop by.

Jack slowly took a seat on the other side of the bed, taking your other hand and bringing it to his lips, pressing a final kiss to your knuckles.

Neither Robby nor Jack spoke. The pair of them completely alone, yet united in their grief.

—

The house had been so quiet lately.

Jack had moved in with Robby, not wanting him to do anything reckless. He knew what this amount of grief could do to him.

But the house was still too silent.

You’d been buried a day ago, in a cemetery not far from the house, within walking distance, so Robby could visit whenever he needed.

Though he didn’t have work right now. He’d taken the week off. It was necessary. He needed time to process everything, to sit through the motions of mourning during shiva.

A candle burned in the house, the shiva candle. It would burn for seven days to mark his mourning. Robby had also covered all the mirrors, and he no longer sat on comfortable couches, instead choosing low stools.

Jack cooked for him, too.

But Robby barely touched the food. How could he eat when his baby was buried? The girl he was supposed to share his meals with was gone.

She wasn’t coming back.

Robby sat staring at the plate of toast in front of him before eventually breaking down into tears.

You were gone.

You weren’t coming back.

It all hit him at once, like a freight train.

Jack was quick to round the table, pulling Robby into a bone-crushing hug.

“I know, I know… it’s okay, brother.”

It wasn’t.

He knew people said that when others were mourning the loss of someone important, but it wasn’t what he needed to hear.

If you were here, you’d know what to say.

And that was what hurt the most.

Robby was lost without you.

Completely and utterly lost.

You weren’t around to hold him together and fix him anymore.

He had to navigate all of this alone and hold onto his grief because it was the only thing he had left of you.

All because he hadn’t paid more attention.

[pvrehalo]

do any other fanfic writers hate using an emdash in fear of being accused of using ai now? chatgpt infiltrating ao3 just makes me scared to use them anywhere that i publish my works now 💀.

[pvrehalo]

breakfast date urgency.

summary: jack has worked many hard shifts and you two hadn’t seen much of each other lately. he decides on his day off that a breakfast date is of utmost importance.

warnings: none, just fluff with our love jack abbot! regardless, minors DNI my page is for 18+ 🥀🥀.

wc: 579

a/n: enjoy these jack abbot scraps!

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It was early morning when your phone pinged. You’d only just gotten out of a steaming hot shower.

The notification was from your boyfriend, Jack.

A small smile played on your lips as you wiped your hands on the towel wrapped around your frame, then opened up your messages app to read what he’d said.

‘Good morning, angel. You busy this morning?’ it read, and your smile widened.

‘Nope! Free all day, baby.’ you responded quickly, fingers flying across the screen.

You watched the typing dots appear, then disappear, as if he’d paused to think, but they returned quickly.

‘Let’s have a breakfast date. I’ll pick you up in half an hour or so. Wear something pretty for me.’

A feeling of warmth spread through your chest, and excitement settled in your bones.

You and Jack had been apart for a few days, you’d missed him so much.

‘Awe, seriously? And also, I always look pretty, you dick.’ you joked, enjoying the light banter between the two of you.

‘Yes, seriously. I miss you. Lots. And I never said you weren’t pretty, just told you to wear something that is. Anyways… go get dressed!! I’ll see you later, angel. I love you.’

You reacted to the message with a heart before replying, ‘I love you too. See you soon.’

After that, you quickly shut off your phone and rushed to get dressed.

You selected a pretty outfit, just like Jack said to. It fit your figure perfectly and really made the colour of your eyes pop.

Not long after you finished styling your hair and adding the final touches to your makeup, there was a knock at the door.

You rushed downstairs, opening it and practically throwing yourself into your boyfriend’s arms.

“Jack!” you squealed joyfully, squeezing him tightly as you melted against him.

“Hi, my angel,” he whispered, stroking your hair back from your face and kissing your forehead sweetly. “Missed this pretty face.”

You grinned, nosing at his cheek like a cat nuzzling against its owner in a display of affection.

“Missed you so much,” you mumbled, pressing your lips against his cheek over and over.

“I know, angel… I know. I missed you too. It’s been a long few days without you here,” Jack sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist and just breathing you in as he held you.

You were perfectly content like that, standing in his arms and letting him hold you tightly.

“We should get going, angel… there’s pancakes with bacon and a teeth-rotting amount of syrup calling our names.”

Jack hummed, rubbing your back before releasing you so you could lock up the house.

“Plus, I’m dying for one of the diner’s milkshakes… haven’t had one in forever. Missed taking you there. But life’s just been so chaotic lately.”

You smiled as you turned to him, lacing your fingers through his and leaning into him.

“Well, today’s an us day. We can go to the diner and then come home and take a nap together,” you murmured, letting out a small sigh as he opened the car door for you and you slid into the passenger seat of his truck.

“Sounds perfect, angel.”

Jack climbed into the driver’s seat, one hand drifting to your thigh while the other settled comfortably on the wheel.

“Couldn’t have asked for a better day with you.”

Jack grinned as he started the car, preparing to pull out of your driveway so you two could enjoy your morning together.

[bambiiette]

cowboy with jack abbot

WARNINGS: MATURE CONTENT AHEAD (MDNI) - porn with no plot, sexual penetration, cowboy position, unprotected sex, tit play, bodily fluids, fem!reader, established relationship, age gap not implied but in mind when writing, no mention of his amputated leg but kept in mind while writing

A/N: i think this is the first time i’ve written full penetration smut ayyy 😜

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“come on baby, you can keep going, know you can” jack grunts out, noticing the way your movements falter.

you’re on top, riding him and you’ve been going at it for a while. you’re getting tired. the burn is getting too much. with each bounce your pussy is convulsing around his cock, tightening and gripping to him. like you want him to stay snuggled up inside you.

the slick sounds of your bodily fluids, sweat and spit and precum, mixing together echo through the room. the wet sounds of your body slapping against his with each bounce adds the the noise. your groaning and moaning through it all. and jack is barely any better, letting out grunts and praises to you as you continue.

he’s groping your bouncing tits, kneading them between his hands and pinching the nipples from time to time. your hands are digging into his chest, leaving red scratch marks on him. marks you know he’s going to look at later and smirk at.

you pull yourself most of the way off, leaving just this tip inside of you before dropping down on him harshly. jack can’t take his eyes off where your bodies meet, eyes darkening which each up and down movement you make. his hands move down to your hips, not moving you but stabilizing you. with a sudden wave of energy, you continue to pull almost all the way off before dropping down hard and fast. his cock hits the deepest parts of you each time and you let out silent screams as you do it, legs shaking. you swear your vision goes white for a moment. you’re going to be so sore tomorrow.

your body continues until you begin getting tired again. your movements slow down, you begin taking your time with each bounce. eventually, you stop the up and down movements. you replace them with drags on your hips against him, his cock nuzzled deep within you and snug against your most sensitive parts. each of your movements forces your clit to grind against the gray patch of pubic hair he has, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

you’re so close and you can tell jack is too, with the way his hips buck up in small, greedy thrusts.

“so close baby, i’m so close,” you whine out.

“yeah? me too sweetheart. come on, need you to come for me first. can you do that for me? hm?” he replies, moving a hand down to your clit.

you nod, not being able to reply from the overwhelming pleasure. he rubs the sensitive nub, playing with it to get you over the edge. with a particularly firm rub from jack, your body convulses with white-hot pleasure and you cum hard. it spurts all over jack’s cock that’s still inside you, dripping down and making a further mess where the two of you meet. jack is quick to follow, spurting his cum inside you. your thighs shake and jerk as you come down from your high.

you stay where you are for a moment, catching your breath. it’s only when you feel jack softening inside you that you pull off, wincing as you do. you move so that you’re laying on your back, beside jack.

“that was fucking incredible,” you pant.

jack chuckles before replying,

“you’ve got that right.”

[dilfrobinavitch]

andrew ‘pope’ cody my beloved 💗💝💓💘💕💓💖

[pvrehalo]

teach me to need you.

summary: reader is the eldest daughter in her family + a glass child, she’s always been hyper independent because of her upbringing. however, ursula wants to change that and teach her lover to rely on her for things more.

warnings: brief mentions of sex, swearing, one use of YN… i don’t think there’s anything else.

wc: 873

a/n: i’m so sleepy writing this but whatever we ball, also sorry the fics have had a lower wc ive been so uninspired lately.

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Ursula and you had not long finished having sex after going at it for hours.

It wasn’t uncommon for the pair of you to share intimate evenings. You were so in love with one another that it made the other members of the Danforth household sick.

Titus especially.

Right now, Ursula was in the bathroom, gathering things to begin cleaning you up after having insisted she be the one to do it. She’d gone especially hard on you in order to release her stress from a business meeting that had gone poorly.

However, you hadn’t listened at all. You never did.

When Ursula came back in with a hot towel in hand, you were up and out of bed. You were actively stripping the sheets, and replacing them with fresh ones.

“I thought I told you to stay in bed.”

Ursula’s voice was low. She stood in the doorway with her head cocked slightly, her gaze narrowing at you as she placed the towel down on the bathroom counter near her.

“I would’ve done that if you’d waited.”

She grumbled, stepping towards you as you stood on shaky legs, continuing to remake the bed with the fresh sheets.

“It’s fine. I can do it myself. I don’t need your help,” you murmured in response, sliding the pillowcases over your pillows before fluffing them up.

Ursula raised an eyebrow, her jaw tightening with frustration.

She loved you dearly, but you really could be a pain in her backside when you wanted to be.

“I know you can do it, darling,” Ursula huffed, rounding the bed and standing behind you, her chest almost pressed to your back. “But just because you can doesn’t mean you should have to.”

She let out a soft breath against your neck, gently prying the pillow from your hands and tossing it onto the bed.

You let out a small groan in response. You’d had this conversation so many times. She could never see your side, and you couldn’t see hers either.

“I’m not a baby. I can take care of myself,” you huffed angrily, reaching for the pillow she’d just taken.

“I don’t think you’re a baby,” Ursula responded quickly, taking the pillow again and placing it on the bed. “However, I enjoy taking care of you.”

She murmured against your neck as she lowered her head, and you crossed your arms, letting out an irritated huff.

“Yeah, sure,” you muttered back. “That’s why you try to do absolutely everything for me.”

Your jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as you glared at a pillow on the bed as if it had personally offended you.

“Y/N.” Ursula didn’t snap, but her voice was firm, enough to make you fall silent. “I want to take care of you because I love you, not because I think you’re incapable.”

Her tone left no room for doubt. She wasn’t going to let you believe anything else other than the facts she spoke.

“I know you can take care of yourself, you’ve been doing it your whole life. Which is exactly why I want you to stop for a few moments and allow me to take over for a while.”

She continued, her hands moving to gently squeeze yours.

“I went too hard on you tonight, darling. Just please relax. Let me do something for you. You’ve given me so much… let me start teaching you how to rely on me. Please.”

Her pleading tone, mixed with the way she affectionately rubbed your knuckles, softened you instantly. You were always going to lose when it came to her affection.

“Okay… just this once.”

You gave in, your chest aching as she guided you to turn around in her arms and pressed a slow, languid kiss to your lips.

“Thank you. You won’t regret it, I promise.”

[pvrehalo]

seen, still loved.

summary: you’re giving ursula aftercare when she can’t help but notice how good you are to her and awful she is to you.

warnings: brief mentions of biting, scratching during sex etc. nothing too bad — mainly just hurt/comfort!

wc: 577 (short but sweet 🥀)

a/n: here’s an ursula fic cause my sweet girl is under appreciated by the entire fandom 🙁

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Ursula’s skin tingled as she slowly sank into the warm bubble bath, a low moan passing her kiss-swollen lips as she relaxed into the water.

The only light in the bathroom was the flickering glow of dim, lavender-scented candles that Ursula’s perfect wife had lit to set the mood.

Speaking of…

Ursula’s gaze flitted to her doting little wife as she moved to kneel beside the tub, ready to take care of her. Even if she was undeserving of it.

She’d put so much strain on her darling girl’s body this evening, and her porcelain skin was left marked, dark purple bruises blossoming all over her lithe frame.

Yet here she was, the one in the bath. The one being taken care of.

She’d used her wife’s body, clawed and bitten at the delicate skin as she took what she wanted.

It was always what she wanted.

She had never once taken a minute to think about anything other than herself. It was always what she wanted, what she needed.

Ursula’s eyes drifted to you as you reached for a jug that sat on the side of the bath.

She watched as you dipped it into the water, letting it fill before lifting it out.

“Tilt your head back,” you murmured softly, cradling the nape of Ursula’s neck with a delicate hand. “Don’t want it to go in your eyes.”

Ursula listened without a single protest, letting you guide her into whatever position you wanted as you doted on her.

You were so gentle with her. You knew the atrocities she had committed, knew the awful things she was involved in.

Yet you still treated her like she was precious cargo… like she was someone deserving of love.

Ursula felt your hands move to her hair, gently massaging coconut-scented shampoo into it, and a feeling of sorrow washed over her.

Her chest tightened.

What good had she ever done for her wife? All she’d ever done was hurt her, force her to live the same suffocating and dark life she was trapped in. Right now, her wife’s body was proof of all the harm she’d caused.

Ursula was never gentle.

She was all tongue and teeth. She dragged her nails down your back as she barked snippy commands at you. Commands that centred around her pleasure.

“I don’t deserve you.”

The whisper left her before she could even think it through.

She felt her darling girl’s hands still in her hair, felt her head being gently guided so she would meet the gaze of the woman she loved, or at least claimed to. Her actions certainly spoke louder than her words.

“Don’t be silly,” you cooed, leaning down to brush a kiss against her sweat-slicked forehead. “Yes, you do.”

Ursula just shook her head, a crease forming between her brows as they furrowed. Her eyes brimmed with redness as she tried to hold back her tears.

“No… no, I don’t.” She let out a wet chuckle, moving to bury her face in your stomach. “You’re too good, too fucking perfect.”

She sniffled, pressing a kiss over a painful looking bruise in the shape of her teeth.

“I love you,” she murmured against your skin. “Even if I don’t always show it.”

A weak smile tugged at her lips.

“I love you too, honey,” you replied quietly, stroking her hair. “Now let me clean you up so we can get to bed and cuddle until we fall asleep.”

[pvrehalo]

anchor me, gently.

summary: you’ve been feeling lonely and suffocating underneath all the horrible things going on in your life lately. pope makes sure you know your still loved. 18+ NSFW!!!

warnings: smut, cunnilingus, fingering, age gap relationship (age differences not specified just mentioned).

wc: 2.7K

a/n: this is probably so shit, i wrote this at like 12AM sorry guys 🥀

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Recently, life had been extremely hard for you. Your responsibilities felt like shackles around your ankles, dragging you deeper and deeper beneath the saltwater that filled your lungs and slowly choked the life out of you.

You hadn’t ever expected to find yourself in this position, the kind where you were completely lost in the cold depths of darkness your whole being was submerged in.

The pressure had gotten to be so much that you couldn’t find your way back out.

I mean, you were involved with a man whose family were all criminals. Including him. On top of that, you were also being drowned beneath heaps of missed work from college. Don’t forget the fact that your family and friends had completely abandoned you once you’d started seeing Pope. It was as if you didn’t even exist to them anymore, simply because of an age gap.

You’d never been so alone in your whole life.

And the thing was, you had absolutely nobody to turn to. Of course, your boyfriend was there, but as sweet as he was, he wouldn’t understand this.

Right now, you were surrounded by heaps of books and scattered sheets of paper as you sat at the kitchen island. You were running off multiple black coffees mixed with Monster, the building anxiety in your chest, and about three hours of sleep before you slipped away from Pope’s warm embrace to carry on with your work.

You weren’t even an hour in, and you already felt the violent waves of saltwater rolling over you, choking every last bit of air from your lungs.

It was so hard to stay focused when you were so exhausted, when everything around you threatened to completely break your already fragile spirit.

As you zoned out, staring at the words on a page in a textbook but not really processing them, Pope padded into the kitchen, still in the boxers he’d slept in.

His arms wound around you from behind, startling you slightly.

“Whoa, jumpy,” he murmured, his voice low and rough with sleep. “You okay?”

You remained silent for a moment, hesitating. You could lie to him and wallow in your own guilt afterward, or you could tell him the truth and wallow in your guilt of being a burden afterward.

“Mhm, yeah… fine,” you responded softly, your voice quieter than normal and less steady. “Just didn’t hear you coming, that’s all.”

The lie tasted bitter on your tongue, like you’d taken a bite from a rotten piece of fruit. Though it felt necessary, you couldn’t burden Pope with all your silly problems when he had much bigger ones.

He stood there, watching your face for a moment. He noted the dark bags beneath your eyes, the pallor of your skin, and the way your lips seemed to be constantly turned down into a frown lately.

“You should come back to bed,” Pope muttered. It was a gentle nudge, for now. “You look absolutely exhausted, doll.”

He wasn’t wrong in the slightest. You were absolutely exhausted. In all kinds of ways. Mentally, physically, even emotionally.

“No, no… I have a ton of work to get done.” You shook your head, lightly shrugging your shoulders. Shrugging Pope’s hands off them.

It wasn’t something you’d ever done to him before. You usually welcomed his touch. It hurt Pope; a small crease formed between his brows, and it was his turn to frown.

“Doll, it’s 5 a.m… you’ve had, what, three hours of sleep?” he began, crossing his arms over his chest and staring down at you. “Come back to bed. I’m not asking you this time.”

It frustrated you, the fact that he thought he could just boss you around as if you were some sort of petulant child refusing their bedtime.

Though, you were more upset about this damned work, the stacks of it you had to go through despite being unable to focus for more than thirty seconds at a time before the words started blurring together into one jumbled mess.

“I just told you I have a lot of work to do. Can you not respect that for once in your life, Pope? I have heaps of this to do, and if I don’t get it done, I’m going to fall behind. So no, I won’t come to fucking bed!”

That was the first time you’d ever snapped at Pope. You’d never once raised your voice at him, never directed an unkind word at him… but you were at your limit, and it just slipped out.

You paused, chest heaving, and anxiously licked your lips before drawing your gaze up to Pope’s.

You expected to see anger, hatred, anything. Anything other than love and concern.

“Doll…” he started gently, his expression softening, though the furrow between his brows remained. You weren’t sure he even knew what to say to you right now.

Your lip quivered, eyes filling with tears as you stared at the man before you. The man who hadn’t ever hurt you, hadn’t ever upset you. Yet you’d just snarled at him in a fit of rage, all because you had no other outlet for the tsunami of emotions inside you.

“Oh, doll…” You could hear the sympathy in his voice, the love and concern, as he stepped closer but hesitated before drawing you into his chest. “It’s okay. You’re okay…”

He spoke against your hair, one hand cradling the back of your head as the other wrapped around your waist to hold you securely.

“Talk to me,” Pope whispered, shifting to press a loving kiss to the crown of your head. “What’s going on?”

He was so gentle. So patient. You believed you didn’t deserve him at all.

“Everything…” you let out a weak whimper into his chest, your hands moving to hold his waist, your nails digging into his sides slightly as you fought to ground yourself.

“Everything?” he repeated, his voice low and careful as he tried to work it out.

“I’ve lost everything, Andrew.” The use of his full name showed him just how serious you were right now. “My friends, my family, my normal life, my chances at actually passing college…”

As you listed off your problems, Pope’s grip on you shifted whenever your voice cracked. He needed you to realise you hadn’t lost completely everything, he was right there.

“I’m drowning in schoolwork. There’s no way I’m going to catch up. I’m so burnt out, and I’ve barely made a dent in it all. Even with my extremely late nights and early mornings. When I do actually attend school, I’m always fucking alone because everyone has decided I’m not worth speaking to all of a sudden just because I’m with you. Also, my own family has cut me off. I have nobody. Nothing. I am so fucking alone.”

Pope let you ramble, not bothering to interrupt. He knew this had probably been bottled up for a while now, and it all needed to come out.

He waited until you’d fallen silent, your chest heaving from your rapid speech, your cheeks flushed as you got ramped up and emotional.

After a moment, he finally spoke up.

“You’re not completely alone, doll.” Pope gave you a weak smile, cupping your cheeks in his calloused hands and tilting your head up so you’d meet his gaze. “I’m here… that counts.”

You let out a wet chuckle, sniffling as you pulled your sleeves over your hands and rubbed at your eyes.

“Even then, we’ve been distant lately… and I know it’s my fault. I’ve been drowning myself in work. It still hurts, though,” you sighed, letting him pull you in closer so your head rested on his broad shoulder.

“Doll, we are anything but distant,” Pope responded, trying to soothe you. “But I’m sorry if you’ve felt that way.”

Pope’s hand slipped under your shirt, drawing abstract patterns across the expanse of your bare back. This was something he always did to comfort you when you were in a foul mood.

“If you’re feeling up to it, and you can one hundred percent say no, why don’t I show you how not distant we are?” Pope suggested, a slight grin on his face as he pulled back to look down at you.

You knew exactly what he was suggesting. He meant getting closer in a more intimate way, and honestly, it didn’t seem like a bad idea right now.

It would definitely help you. It would calm your frayed nerves, bring you back down to earth, and allow you to feel connected to Pope again.

After a moment of mulling it over in your head, you nodded. A slow, almost imperceptible motion.

“Yeah,” you said, nodding once again. “Okay.”

The second you finished speaking, Pope lifted you into his arms as if you weighed nothing and carried you to your shared bedroom.

The two of you shared heated kisses along the way, his lips lingering against yours as you clung to him like he was your lifeline.

Once you reached the room, Pope made a beeline for the bed. He carefully laid you back against the soft mattress, his lips never leaving yours even as his hands began to wander gently along your sides.

Your soft whimpers were swallowed by him as his lips pressed desperately against yours, his hands working at undoing the drawstrings of your pyjama bottoms.

“Shh, shh… I’ve got you, doll,” he murmured, his voice low and warm. “I’m right here.”

Once your pyjama bottoms were completely off, he moved quickly, helping you out of your shirt with deft hands and soon your bra and panties followed.

Pope’s lips were firm yet extremely gentle as they moved from your mouth and trailed down your neck instead. It was a pressure that said, ‘I’m here, and I’m not going anywhere.’

It wasn’t long until Pope was right where you wanted him, your legs hooked over his broad shoulders while he nipped, kissed, and sucked at the skin of your inner thighs.

“God, you’re so pretty doll.” He growled quietly against your skin, moving to ghost a kiss over your clit.

Your head tipped back, a quiet hiss leaving your lips at the sudden contact.

“Ah, ah..” Pope chided, sinking his teeth into your thigh. Hard enough to let you know he was reprimanding you. “Eyes on me, doll.”

You swallowed thickly, moving to prop yourself up on your elbows as you gazed down at Pope settled between your thighs.

Your eyes locked with his, and he moved forwards slightly, using his shoulders to spread your legs a little wider so he had room.

Pope flattened his tongue, licking a slow stripe up your pussy from your entrance to your clit.

“That’s it doll, keep your eyes on me.” he grumbled against your folds, a look of pure devotion in his eyes as he went down on you. “I’m right here, not going anywhere.”

Your breath hitched, chest already flushed a rosy pink and a quiet moan escaped your lips as Pope’s tongue worked over you thoroughly.

“Pope..” you whined, hips grinding up against his face as you sought out more of that feeling.

“I know doll, I’ve got you..” Pope whispered softly against your pussy, his breath cold against your core and causing your hips to twitch. “I’ll get you there, promise. Just be patient for me, okay?”

Even just his voice had you trembling, desperate to just rut against his face until you got what you needed.

Though of course, he banded his arm around your waist just like he did in the kitchen so he could hold you still. Preventing you from doing exactly what you’d been thinking about doing.

Pope wasn’t teasing tonight though. He didn’t draw stupid light patterns over your clit. No, he dove straight in. He slanted his mouth over your pussy and slid his tongue in repetitive motions over your clit.

After a while of working you over, he brought his hand up and slowly worked his middle finger into you. He gave you a moment to adjust before sliding another in, curling his fingers and finding that spongy spot within you.

In response, you let out a small cry and your back bowed.

“Shh, you’re okay.” Pope cooed, briefly pulling away to speak before immediately going back to work.

As his mouth and tongue work in tandem to push you over the edge, you cry and whimper out his name repeatedly as your fingers claw at his scalp.

“Pope!” you yell, hips snapping up against his face as his grip over your waist loosened.

It wasn’t long before white exploded behind your eyes, your vision spotting as the coil in your belly snapped and you came on his face with a loud cry.

Pope helped you ride it out, his fingers working you through it and he slowly pulled away before crawling up your body.

He gathered you up in his arms, kissing your temple over and over as you panted in his arms.

“Still feel like we’re distant?” Pope questioned, a smug grin on his face as he gently ground his hard-on against your ass.

[pvrehalo]

☠︎︎ masterlist.

THE PITT.

- jack abbot

- michael robinavitch

- baran al-hashimi

- cassie mckay

- brendon park

ANIMAL KINGDOM.

- andrew “pope” cody

- craig cody

- amy

READY OR NOT.

- titus danforth

- ursula danforth

- grace le domas

- wan chen xing

- viraj rajan

- daniel le domas

YELLOWSTONE.

- kayce dutton

- beth dutton

- rip wheeler

- belle skinner

- pete calvin

- andrea cruz

SOUTHLAND.

- sammy bryant

- chickie brown

- ben sherman

- nate moretta

- lydia adams

- josie ochoa