Caroline

she/her pisces : 22 ask me anything; requests are closed https://strawberri-blonde.tumblr.com/post/634626755517399041/masterlist

[strawberri-blonde]

Masterlist

hi guys, welcome I hope you enjoy!

♡︎ fluff ; ✞ smut; ☾ angst

Hogwarts

familiar - fred weasley ♡︎✞

your familar does not like freddie

good boy - fred weasley ✞

fred agrees to wear a maid outfit

amortentia - fred weasley ♡︎

classic enemies to lovers

the big sads - george weasley ♡︎

your sad and george sucks at cheering you up

insecurities - george weasley ♡︎☾

george is insecure over your and fred’s friendship

grinchmis- george weasley ♡︎

george had never seen a muggle Christmas movie and Y/n changes that

daisy - draco malfoy ♡︎

a secret admirer gifts you daisies

my love - draco malfoy ♡︎✞☾

draco questions if he is a good partner

Criminal Minds

body art - spencer reid ♡︎

you paint your butt and put it onto a canvas

Outerbanks

hold my drink - jj maybank ♡︎

jj holds your drink at a party

chocolate milk with a side of cuddling - rafe cameron ♡︎

you just want to love on rafe the way he deserves

Cobra Kai

lip - eli moskowitz ♡︎

klyer picks on eli

red faces - eli moskowitz ♡︎

you kiss eli and you think he’s made at you for not asking consent while he thinks you’re mad because you didn’t like it

funko pops - eli moskowitz ♡︎✞

you go to eli’s house and he shows you his funko collection

devils lettuce - hawk/eli moskowitz ♡︎✞

you both participate in 🍃oregano and other things

caught - miguel diaz ✞

his mom and Johnny catch you both in a heated moment

Avatar Pandora

he’s mine - neteyam ♡︎✞

some people think you don’t deserve Neteyam and you have them begging for forgiveness

spoiling the prince - neteyam ♡︎✞

you treat Neteyam to a picnic

i was made for loving you - neteyam ♡︎✞

you go out foraging and find a rare specimen

secret oasis - neteyam ♡︎

you help Neteyam put on his loincloth

swaynivi - neteyam ♡︎ part 1

neteyam makes you something special

making up for lost time - neteyam ♡︎✞ part 2

after receiving his gift, you receive multiple other gifts, that have you feeling euphoric

the tiny warrior’s needs - neteyam ♡︎

neteyam takes your one-month-old son out for the day so you can rest, then when they get home you smell another woman’s scent on your family

from palulukan attacks to fruit baskets ♡︎

you’re eagerly waiting for neteyam to return from his hunt. but when he appears bruised and bloody, your irritation turns into a caring instinct, and you start taking care of him.

[dollettenextdoor]

Free Use!Clark who never says no to his girlfriend, no matter when or where she needs him. He’s always ready, always gentle, and always completely obsessed with how much she wants him. Nympho!Reader who is utterly addicted to Clark Kent — his voice, his hands, his dick, the way he looks at her like she’s the only thing in the world. You can’t go more than a few hours without touching him, and he loves it.

700+ words of: (18+) ... free use kink, implied consent (cnc?), nympho reader, hcs, implied anal, cockwarming, face riding, exhibitionism, somnophilia, pwop, theyre freaky ck x nympho!reader fic here

────────────

Free Use!Clark who wakes up every morning to you already grinding on his thigh or sucking him under the sheets. He just groans softly, puts his hands on your hips, and lets you use his body however you need while he’s still half-asleep, voice raspy as he murmurs, “Good morning, sweetheart… take what you want.”

Nympho!Reader who gets wet the second Clark walks through the door after patrol. You’ll meet him in the hallway, drop to your knees, and pull his suit down just enough to get him in your mouth, moaning around him like you’ve been starving for hours.

Free Use!Clark who is more than happy to let you ride his face while he’s trying to read the newspaper. He’ll just set the paper aside, lie back on the couch, and hold your hips down so you can grind against his tongue until you’re shaking and soaking his chin.

Nympho!Reader who sends him filthy texts while he’s at work. Pictures of your fingers buried inside yourself with the caption “hurry home, I need you.” Clark has to excuse himself to the bathroom more than once because of how hard you make him.

Free Use!Clark who will fuck you bent over the kitchen counter while you’re trying to make dinner. You’ll be stirring sauce and suddenly his big hands are on your hips, sliding your panties to the side and pushing into you slow and deep while he kisses your neck and whispers, “Don’t stop cooking, baby. I’ve got you.”

Nympho!Reader who loves waking him up in the middle of the night by sinking down on his dick. Clark just moans sleepily, hands finding your waist as you ride him in the dark, his voice low and wrecked: “Couldn’t wait till morning, huh?”

Free Use!Clark who lets you crawl into his lap during movie night and cockwarm him the entire film. He’ll wrap his arms around you, chin on your shoulder, occasionally thrusting up when he knows you’re getting impatient, murmuring praise in your ear the whole time.

Nympho!Reader who gets off on the fact that Clark is Superman. You beg him to keep the cape on sometimes while he fucks you, clinging to the red fabric as he fucks you against the wall, super strength keeping you pinned exactly where he wants you.

Free Use!Clark who has bent you over his desk in the barn, in the back of his truck, in the shower, on the stairs, and once — very carefully — in the sky. He indulges every single craving you have without hesitation.

Nympho!Reader who gets dripping wet when Clark does mundane things — chopping wood shirtless, fixing the fence, wearing those gray sweatpants. You’ll walk up behind him, press yourself against his back, and beg him to take you right there in the yard.

Free Use!Clark who never makes you feel embarrassed for how much you need him. If you crawl into his lap during dinner and start grinding on him, he just pushes his plate aside, lifts you onto the table, and eats you out until you’re crying his name.

Nympho!Reader who loves being passed out from exhaustion only to wake up to Clark gently fucking you again because you whispered his name in your sleep and started rubbing against him.

Free Use!Clark who will pick you up, wrap your legs around his waist, and fuck you slow and deep while walking through the house like it’s nothing. He’ll carry you from the living room to the bedroom without ever pulling out, kissing you the whole way.

Nympho!Reader who keeps a butt plug in sometimes just so Clark can pull it out and replace it with his dick whenever he wants — though he usually ends up indulging you instead because you’re so desperate for him.

Free Use!Clark who finds you in the laundry room folding clothes and immediately bends you over the vibrating washing machine. He slides into you from behind while the spin cycle rattles hard against your chest, the intense shaking pressing right against your sensitive nipples as he fucks you deep and steady.

Nympho!Reader who can’t even pretend to focus on the laundry once Clark starts thrusting — moaning loudly as the machine’s vibrations buzz against your tits while his thick length stretches you open, coming harder because of the relentless shaking on your nipples.

Free Use!Clark who looks at his obsessed, insatiable girlfriend with nothing but pure love and lust in his eyes, because nothing makes him happier than knowing you need him this badly.

Nympho!Reader who is completely ruined for anyone else — and Clark wouldn’t have it any other way.

[lovepollution]

jack abbot + emojis

[lostalioth]

— ʟᴀsᴛ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ⭑⸝⸝

→ premise: sammy is beyond desperate for your forgiveness and he is willing to do whatever he can to earn it.

→ warnings: sammy bryant x reader, 3.3k wc, angst, fluff, smut, pathetic & insecure!sammy, groveling, nicknames [sweetie, angel], unprotected sex, small breeding kink if you squint.

→ a/n: this is a requested pt. 3 fic based on 2 blurbs i wrote so you may wanna read those 2 before this for full context.

pt. 1 | pt. 2

Sammy had fucked up bad. Worse than he probably had in his whole life not to be dramatic or anything… and he once upended his life by randomly applying to the police academy one day high off his ass. This was bad, and he didn’t even know how to fix it let alone if you’d let him. 

He was currently doing certified illegal speeds that is stupid for a police officer to go down the road to get to your building but he didn’t care. He has to see you, he had finally pieced together why you have been so distant and cold towards him. It’s all his fault. The words stupid and idiot are on repeat in his head as he drives, white knuckling his poor steering wheel. Why why why did he have to be so dumb and brag on and on about you to his co-workers and pretend like you mean nothing when you mean everything to him. He was tired of hearing Ben go on and on about his new hook ups and talking about you and showing him a picture to show off how beautiful of a girl Sammy had, shut him up quick. But when Sherman laughed and asked if you were a badge bunny cause why else would you be with Sammy, he let his ego get the better of him and he said yes. Stupid stupid stupid.

After asking you to be his girlfriend he knew he should've shut it down when Sherman said those 2 words again but he didn’t. God why didn’t he. Sammy’s luck being the absolute shit it is because of course it is, that happened to be the day you thought it’d be sweet to bring him lunch. He can’t decide if he’s more upset at his stupidity that you overheard or him missing you visiting him. But now he has for sure lost you, and he’s never been more scared or upset. His chest hurts a thousand times worse than it did when he learned about Tammi cheating on him, if he didn’t know better he’d think he was having a heart attack. The fear prickling at the back of his neck and down his spine is nothing compared to the Tammi situation, he was mentally checked out of their marriage but with you. God with you he’s never been happier, and it might all be gone now because of his stupid mouth. 

He doesn’t know how he makes it to yours without incident, he’s running off pure adrenaline and the smallest miniscule ounce of possibility that you forgive him. Jumping out of his car, slamming his door shut behind him and racing up to your apartment, still in uniform. He’s certain he’ll get a verbal lashing or worse for running out on his shift but that doesn’t matter, nothing matters at this moment besides talking to you. His ears are ringing as his fist pounds on your front door, hand frozen mid air when you rip it open. “What!- Sammy?” your voice starts out aggravated but dulls into a confused tone with little emotion and it only furthers his fear. Before you can continue and question his distressed appearance — he drops to his knees on your welcome mat. Wrapping his arms around your waist, tears borderline brimming his eyes. “Forgive me please, god please sweetie, im so fucking sorry” he starts to plead, dropping his head and pressing his flush face against your stomach, the warmth of your body easing the pain in his chest a bit. “M’ so so so fucking sorry baby, was stupid, s’ so disrespectful n’ fuck-” he cries out words slurring, pulling his face away and looking up at you now, cheeks red and tears falling from his eyes. “Please forgive me, didn’t mean a word i told them, not my badge bunny, you mean everything, you’re- i-” his voice is starting to crack, you have yet to respond and he doesn’t know what that means. “I- I love you” the 3 words he didn’t expect to be saying after only a month or less of dating you, especially in a hushed broken voice. Yet he means each one of those 3 monumental words more than he thinks he has ever before in his life. 

You finally break his rambling spiral and speak, looking down at him with so much pain in your eyes Sammy feels like he is gonna throw up. “Why-” your voice comes out rough and broken, coughing softly you start again. “Why’d you do it Sammy” you question and he is trying his absolute hardest to not take you speaking to him as a sign of hope, even if you ignored him using the L word.

“Was idiotic, thought bragging to Sherman and the boys would shut them up” he explains, looking at you for a cue to continue. When you lightly nod at him he speaks again “They wouldn’t stop boasting about their hook ups and trying to set me up with one of them, because i hadn’t been with anyone since Tammi” he grumbles out, rubbing circles on the small of your back in an odd tempt to soothe not only you but himself as well. “They didn’t know bout ya’ yet and I was gonna keep it like that, really should've" he whispers the last two words before going on hoping when he finishes you don’t tell him you never want to hear from him again. “But i did, tell ‘em about you and showed them the picture of our first date, when Ben asked if you were a badge bunny cause why else would you be hanging on me i said yes without thinking” by the end of his explanation, you have now also begun to cry and Sammy’s stomach turns into knots. “You told them I didn't mean a thing…” you whisper, wiping away your tears with the backs of your hands before taking a deep breath in. “You continued to let them call me that name” you bite the word ‘that’ out and all Sammy can do is pathetically nod.

 

“Why ask me to be your girlfriend if all you were gonna do is pretend i don’t mean a thing to your friends” you hissed out, your hurt turning into anger. Sammy’s knees ached from bearing all his weight on your rough front door mat but you have yet to slam the door in his face or pull away from him and until then he will continue to grit his teeth and bare the pain. “Wanted you to be mine-” he corrects himself — “Wanted to be yours s’ bad that i couldn’t hold it in anymore, and i should’ve corrected them i know i should’ve but i couldn’t handle them questioning why someone as gorgeous as you even wanted to date someone like me” he cries out, burying his face in your tummy again, kissing at it over your shirt. “Forgive me please, i’ll do- fuck i’ll do anything whatever you want” he pleads. 

“Not gonna tell you what to do, you need to figure that out on ya’ own…” you prompt and finally some of the pain bleeds from his heart. “Then, maybe i’ll forgive you” 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you” he spews out, standing up finally to grab ahold of your face and kiss all over it. You stop him however by pressing your hand to his mouth and pushing it away from you a bit, he bites back another genuine cry. “I said maybe Sammy” you remind him and he can only nod his head, leaving you with a parting kiss against the palm of your hand. 

Sammy spends the following month and a half doing every little possible thing he can think of for you. While you let him grovel and prove to you he really wants you and is worthy of being forgiven because he is so damn sorry, you still speak to him. He’s so grateful for it that he has yet to ask what the state of your relationship is, if he isn’t your boyfriend again until you forgive him or not. He doesn’t know if he can handle either answer. 

Sammy fixes your dishwasher when you complain that your super hasn’t called maintenance yet. He leaves right after, no kiss, no hug even just a short albeit appreciative thank you. He changes the light in your bathroom when the bulb burns out. Buys your groceries when he knows you worked long hours and probably forgot, knocking on your door with the bags in hand, ready to fill your fridge without a word and without you lifting a finger. Drives you to and from work when your car breaks down, before he proceeds to take it to the mechanic and get it fixed on his dime. He doesn’t force you to spend any more time with him than you are willing and repeats over and over how sorry he is. Each time he itches to ask if he is forgiven but doesn’t push it. He wants to do grander gestures, buying you 1000s of flowers and everything else your heart desires but he knows those things hold no weight. More than anything he wants desperately to get down on one knee and propose, devote the rest of his life to you. But until you forgive him he’s pretty sure you’ll say no and a ring doesn’t solve problems he learned that already with Tammi. He’s also sure that hearing you say no would destroy him. Instead he secretly pays your next month's rent, even if a secret gesture he’s happy knowing you don’t have to worry about it. Sammy happily does all these things not just because he’s yearning for your forgiveness but because he wants to and cause even if said when begging for pentace, he meant those three words. It’s pitiful but he’d do these things for you forever even if you never forgive him, never kiss him or even touch him again and he doesn’t exactly wanna analyze that.

When he shows up to your apartment to build a new bookshelf you bought with bloody knuckles, a split lip and a bruise blooming on his cheek under his eye, do you finally say more than a few clipped words to him. “Sammy what the hell? What happened?” you exclaim, pulling him inside your apartment by his shirt, eyes running over the state of him. His heart damn near leaps out of his chest at the small touch but he shakes his head. “Nothing, doesn’t matter” he coughs looking awkwardly around your living room. “Where’s the shelf? Can probably build it in an hour, 30 minutes if you need me gone faster” he mumbles out, voice small and distant. Your heart squeezes in your chest at how easily he is brushing off his pain to help you, and the fact he thinks you want him gone.  

Reaching out you touch Sammy’s bruised cheek, your thumb caressing his purple and red cheek, causing his breath to hitch and look your way finally. “Baby what happened?” you question a second time, less startled, more soft with your brows furrowed in concern. A small sob nearly breaks free from Sammy’s lips at hearing you call him something other than his name for the first time in two months. He wasn’t counting each day or anything.

“Got in a fight with Sherman, he asked about you again” he mumbles, looking away a second time when he says the next thing “Called you that stupid name again” 

“And you punched him?” you prompt, a bit breathless. It might be cliché as well as dumb, Sammy was the reason they referred to you as a badge bunny but him defending your honor made your heart beat a little faster. “Yeah, told him to never call you that again, I should've never let him to begin with” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to pull away from your touch, too scared to see your disappointment in him. “Now where’s the shelf, i should start working on it” he brushes off the topic for a second time. “Sammy-” “Is it going in the living room or your bedroom?” he ignores your plea of his name. “Sammy-” “It’d look good in that corner” he continued, nodding his head towards an empty area of the room, still avoiding your eyes.

“Sammy!” you repeat a third time much louder that it startles the man into looking at you. Before he can reply and ask you what, you cross the space between you two. Holding his flushed beaten face in your palms you smash your lips against his. A sharp gasp leaves his mouth, both in surprise and slight pain from his split lip but he is quick to kiss back. Afraid he will blink and be back in his lonely empty apartment, not in yours with your eager mouth on his. The kiss is desperate and so full of love it makes Sammy whine softly, the sound prompting you to press your body against his. Taking that as his cue it’s okay to touch you further, finally his hands do what they’ve itched to do since he started earning your favor back. Looping one arm around your back he pulls you even closer til your body is flush with his, the other hand comes up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb to deepen the kiss. Tears fall from his eyes at the feeling of his hands on you again, and yet with the proximity of your hips to his you can feel him chub up against your thigh as the kiss goes on, getting more heated.

“Prove to me you want me forever Sammy” you coax him, a teasing tone to your voice. He pulls away a little breathless and looking a bit lost. He clears his throat, wiping his spit slick reddened lips “How?” you giggle softly, hearing the sound again makes Sammy smile a bit for the first time since he walked in your door. “How do you think?” you prompt, your eyes flicking from his flushed face to the growing tent in his jeans. His own eyes widen and he scrambles to cover his junk with his hands, eyes darting around your apartment. “I can deal with that later, don’t have to do anything just cause you feel sorry for me, you haven’t even forgiven me-” he begins to ramble. 

To stop him you grab ahold of his hand, intertwinging your fingers. “Baby, i forgive you” your response breaks his babbling immediately. “Now come on, prove to me how bad you want me forever” you tease with a cheeky giggle, pulling a starstruck painfully hard Sammy behind you towards your room. “Angel- I- I don’t have a condom though” he groans out, waiting on you to either tell him you do or push this off to another time. 

“Don’t need it, have already had me bare and there hasn’t been anyone since” you explain with a small shrug. All he can do is let out a pathetic choked sob, letting you drag his pent up self into your bed room. 

Sammy didn’t even realize just how bad he missed being with you, inside you, raw, til this moment. He was frantic in stripping you of your clothes, letting his hands wander and explore every inch of your skin he hasn’t touched in what has felt like ages. Letting you strip him in return as he kisses all over your face, down your neck, across your collarbones and each shoulder. You stop him before he can reach his favorite part, your breasts. You tug him into another heated kiss, this one more hot and full of tongues clashing. Moans and cries filling the air that you can’t decipher which of the two of you they come from. In the frantic desperate kiss you guide Sammy backwards until your knees hit your bed, he picks up on your hint. Grabbing you by the back of your thighs he hikes you up til your legs are wrapped around his waist then he climbs onto your bed with you clung to him. Licking into your mouth and swallowing all your little noises when he slips his hand between your bodies and rubs at your aching clit. 

“Baby please, s’ been so long I need to feel you” you beg, bucking your hips up at his fingers but also to brush against his leaking cock that hovers over your stomach. “Yeah yeah fuck- missed you s’ much” he groans out, pressing his forehead against yours, giving you short but loving peck before he is gripping himself at the base. Pushing his tip through your soaked folds he positions it at your entrance. With a sharp breath in he pushes himself inside, pulling an addictive sound from your lips that Sammy has been desperate to hear again, be the cause of again. His eyes locked on yours as he backs his hips up a bit before plunging all the way inside to the hilt.

“Fuck! Sammy baby give a girl a little warning next time” you choke out a chuckle, panting a little. “Ya’ bigger than you think sweet boy” you smile softly through the slight sting at your cunt adjusting once again to the size of your boyfriend. “M’ sorry” he mumbled timidly before capturing your parted lips in a kiss, “M’ so sorry angel” he sobs out as he pulls back and thrusts back in with a slow but practiced pace. You realize he’s not just apologizing for jumping the gun, “Baby i said i forgive you” you coo, running your nails down his back when he leans forward. Your tummy pressed to his as he keeps on fucking into you, his pace growing frantic and speed. “M’ sorry, i love you so much sweetie” he cried out, “Missed you s’ much my heart hurt so bad begin away from you” 

You know he means emotionally, he just about came to see you every second you allowed him too while groveling. “Missed you too sweet boy” you moan out, his cock dragging against your walls bare means you feel every vein and ridge on his cock and it’s driving your head cloudy.

“Am i yours again’ he asks, more like pleads while thrusting as deep inside you as he can get. “Say it please" he sobs out, burying his face in the nook between your shoulder and neck, kissing along your collarbone. His reddened tip is hitting that spongey spot inside you making you fight through a string of whines and moans to get your slurred words out. “Yes baby, you’re mine again- fuck” “Always been mine” you rake your nails down his freckled back making Sammy let out another cry of pleasure. “I love you” you moan out, the three words only spurring him on more and more. His hips reaching a brutal pace as they piston in and out of you, Sammy’s hands gripping your hips so hard he thinks his knuckles are splitting open again. “Angel- fuck m’ gonna cum” he whimpers out before trailing his lips up your neck to your ear. His pathetic borderline feminine moans filling your ears make your pussy clench around him, furthering his orgasm to the edge. 

“S’ okay baby, cum inside” “Show me you want me forever” you cry out, your own orgasm fast approaching. 

“Fuck sweetie” Sammy can’t hold back anymore, crashing his frantic mouth against yours his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot you tighten down around him as your body spasms and you cum. Your pussy milking his orgasm out of him Sammy spews hot ropes of cum inside you with a wail so loud you feel a little bad for your neighbours. “Want you forever and always Angel” he babbles out against your lips as his cum fills you up, accentuating each word with a smal rut of his hips fucking his seed deeper into you. 

When you both finish riding out your highs, a panting sweaty Sammy collapses against your chest, thumbs rubbing circles on your hip bones as he mumbles. “Never ever gonna fuck up again, swear to ya’ angel” “Gonna tell ‘em all your my girl, not no damn badge bunny” 

→ a/n: not proofread, it’s 3am fuck that. should reader have forgiven sammy? maybe not but i’m a sucker for happy endings and i love sammy too much.

[r4bidabbott]

pope cody who is such a helpful neighbor! (and a pervert)

⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨ᰔ୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹

the first time you ever asked him for something, you showed up at the cody's front door with a small pout, in your tiny little bathing suit and long hair braided into two pony tails. pope chubbed up at just the sight of you. "andrew i don't know what happened! i went to go swim this morning and the pool is green!" you whined to him, a small stomp of your foot as he continued to stare down at you. he loved how you called him andrew. "uh ill come over and see if i can fix it," was all he said, stepping out of the house and following you next door to yours. you didn't even specifically ask him for help, but you knew he would if you pouted your lips just right. he had spent the whole afternoon working to fix your pool, all while taking sneaky glances of you who was laid out on your chair tanning.

another time, your lawn guy had totally went ghost on you and now you were in the front yard, staring at your lawn mower like it was an alien. pope was watching from the window, practically drooling at the way he could see your nipples poking against your tank top. he bets you didn't wear a bra on purpose. it wasn't even 5 minutes later that the doorbell was ringing, pope basically flying to the front door while pushing one of his brothers out of the way. "can you show me how to use my lawn mower?" you spoke softly, your teeth moving to pull your bottom lip between them as you gave big puppy eyes up at him. he just nodded, his eyes never leaving your tits. that was how he spent the rest of the day, you drooling on the front porch watching your older neighbor mow your yard shirtless.

it went on like that for months. every so often you would pop over to the cody's to ask pope for help with the most mundane things that you could have easily figured out with a simple google search. or pope would see you outside struggling, quick to make his way over and wait on your every beck and call. it wasn't till one late night that you were laying out by the pool that you caught a glimpse of pope up in his room, glancing down at you every so often. when he had finally noticed you watching him, he stood staring down at you. he watched as you reached for your phone, typing something on it before holding it up to your ear. who were you calling? it wasn't until he felt his phone vibrating in his pocket that he realized you were calling him. he answered, not saying anything as held it up to his ear, continuing to stare down at you.

"andrew, can you help me?" you spoke softly, fingertip moving to play with one of the strings of your bikini bottoms. he cleared his throat before answering, "what's wrong?" a small giggle left your mouth, fingers moving to finally untie the bottoms but not letting them fall just yet. "i really really need you. can you come fuck me?" you questioned finally, innocence never leaving your voice as you smiled up at him through his window.

he swears he had never moved over to your house faster in his life. yeah, pope cody was a pervert. but his neighbor girl was just as perverted.

[miasvelvetvoid]

high tide,

summary: You’ve always thought getting high with Andrew was harmless. Then tonight happens, and you realize you’ve been testing the limits of his self-control all along. andrew ‘pope’ cody x f!reader / cw: needy!pope my fav, smoking, weed, subbish!pope barely, he’s so nerdy in this i love it, ocd tendencies, SMUT!! (dubconish, protected piv, fem oral receiving, fingering), cute ending, lmk if im missing some. word count: 5.1k amalia’s love note: shoutout to @wench-hunter-gatherer for this amazing idea, i hope i did it justice <3

The joint passed between your fingers and Pope's, the ember glowing orange against the deepening purple of the sky. The ocean stretched out before you, endless and dark, waves rolling in with that rhythmic crash that made everything else fade away. You were perched on Pope's lap on the old wicker chair on your balcony, his chest warm against your back, and the weed was hitting just right, that floaty, melty feeling where your body felt both heavy and weightless at once.

The air was thick with salt and humidity, that particular heaviness that came with coastal evenings. Your skin felt sticky, and where your bare thighs pressed against Pope's jeans, you could feel the heat radiating between you. The sun had dipped below the horizon maybe twenty minutes ago, leaving behind streaks of pink and orange that were slowly fading to deep purple. A few early stars were beginning to prick through the darkening sky.

“This is perfect,” Pope murmured, his voice rumbling through his chest into your spine. His breath tickled your ear, warm and smelling faintly of weed and the mint gum he'd been chewing earlier. You felt him shift slightly beneath you, adjusting his position, and you became acutely aware of the solid warmth of his thighs, the way his body cradled yours.

“Mm-hmm.” You took another hit, held it, watching the smoke curl from your lips and dissipate into the salt air. Everything felt heightened, the sound of the waves was almost musical, each crash and retreat a perfect rhythm. The wicker chair creaked slightly as you both breathed, and you could hear the distant sound of someone's music playing down the beach, just a faint bass line carrying on the wind.

Pope's hands rested on the arms of the chair, his fingers drumming slightly to some internal beat. You noticed he was being very careful not to touch you, even though you were literally sitting in his lap. It was so Pope, respectful to the point of awkwardness, even in an intimate situation. You could feel the tension in his body, the way he was holding himself carefully still.

The weed was making you hyperaware of every sensation. The cotton of your tank top felt soft against your skin, and you weren't wearing a bra, hadn't bothered when Pope texted saying he was coming over. You could feel your nipples hardening slightly in the cooling evening air, and you wondered if he'd noticed. The thin fabric didn't hide much.

Your shorts were denim cutoffs, frayed at the edges, and they'd ridden up slightly when you'd settled into his lap. You could feel the rough texture of his jeans against the backs of your thighs, and the contrast between that roughness and the smooth warmth of his hands, even though he wasn't touching you, made you shiver slightly.

“You cold?” Pope asked immediately, his voice concerned.

“No,” you said, and your voice came out lower than you'd intended, almost husky. “Just... feeling good.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, and you felt him relax slightly behind you. “This is nice. I needed this. Been a crazy week.”

You hummed in agreement, taking another hit before passing the joint back to him. His fingers brushed yours as he took it, and even that small contact sent a little spark through you. The weed was definitely making you sensitive, making every touch feel more significant.

The ocean continued its endless rhythm, and you found yourself swaying slightly to it, your body moving in small circles. It was unconscious at first, just responding to the sound and the feeling of being high and relaxed. But then you became aware of it, aware of the way your ass was pressing against Pope's lap, the way the movement was creating friction between your bodies.

Pope's breath hitched slightly, and his hands tightened on the chair arms. You felt a little thrill run through you, he'd definitely noticed. You did it again, a little more deliberately this time, rolling your hips in a slow circle.

“You, uh...” Pope's voice cracked slightly, and he cleared his throat. “You good?”

“I'm great,” you said, and you let your head fall back against his shoulder, exposing the line of your throat. The movement pressed your body more firmly against his, and you felt him tense. “Really, really great.”

You could feel his heart beating faster against your back, could hear the slight change in his breathing. The joint had burned down to almost nothing, and he stubbed it out in the ashtray on the small table beside the chair. His hands returned immediately to the chair arms, gripping them like they were the only thing keeping him grounded.

You wiggled again, this time more obviously, grinding down slightly. The friction sent a pleasant tingle through your body, and you realized with a lazy, weed-hazed smile that you were getting turned on. The sensation was building slowly, a warm pressure between your legs that was becoming harder to ignore.

“Jesus,” Pope breathed, and you felt him shift beneath you, trying to adjust himself. That's when you felt it, the unmistakable hardness pressing against your ass. He was getting hard, and he was clearly embarrassed about it, trying to shift away without being obvious.

But there was nowhere for him to go, and every time he moved, it just created more friction, more awareness of his growing erection. You bit your lip, feeling a surge of arousal mixed with affection. He was trying so hard to be respectful, even as his body betrayed exactly what he was feeling.

“Andy.,” you said softly, turning your head so your lips were close to his ear. You could see his profile in the dim light, the strong line of his jaw, the way his throat worked as he swallowed hard. “It's okay.”

“What's okay?” he asked, his voice strained. “I'm not-I mean, I'm just-“

You wiggled again, deliberately this time, grinding down against the hardness you could feel pressing against you. He made a choked sound, somewhere between a gasp and a groan, and his hands finally left the chair arms, hovering uncertainly near your hips before returning to their safe position.

“You're so hard,” you murmured, and you felt him shudder. “I can feel you.”

“I'm sorry,” he said quickly. “I didn't mean to-you're just sitting there and you're so-and I can't help-fuck, I'm sorry.”

“Don't be sorry,” you said, and you pressed your nose against the side of his neck, inhaling the scent of him. He smelled like weed and ocean air and something distinctly Pope clean sweat and that expensive body wash he used, something woodsy and masculine. You let your lips brush against his skin, just barely, and felt him suck in a sharp breath.

His pulse was racing beneath your lips, and you could feel the heat of his skin. You kissed him again, a little more firmly this time, your lips pressing against the spot where his neck met his shoulder. His skin was slightly salty, and you let your tongue dart out, tasting him.

“What are you doing?” he asked, his voice rough and strained.

“Kissing you,” you said simply, doing it again. You dragged your lips up the column of his throat, feeling the vibration as he groaned. Your hands came up to rest on his thighs, and you felt the muscles tense beneath your palms.

“We're-we're high,” he said, like he was trying to convince himself of something. “And we're friends, and I don't want to-I don't want to take advantage or-“

“Andrew,” you interrupted, turning in his lap so you were straddling him, your knees on either side of his hips. The movement pressed your core directly against his erection, and you both gasped at the contact. His eyes were wide, pupils blown dark, and his lips were parted. He looked wrecked already, and you'd barely done anything. “I want this. Do you want this?”

“I-fuck-yes,” he admitted, his hands finally, finally coming to rest on your hips. His grip was tentative at first, like he was afraid you'd disappear if he held on too tight. “I've wanted this for so long, but I didn't think-I didn't know if you-“

You cut him off by rolling your hips against him, grinding down deliberately. The friction was delicious, the seam of your shorts pressing against your clit through your underwear, and you could feel how hard he was through his jeans. The layers of fabric between you were frustrating and arousing at the same time.

“Oh god,” Pope groaned, his head falling back against the chair. His hands tightened on your hips, and you could see him struggling with himself, wanting to pull you closer, wanting to maintain control. His neck was exposed, the tendons standing out, and you leaned forward to kiss along his throat.

You worked your way up to his jaw, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses, occasionally letting your teeth graze his skin. He was making these small sounds, almost whimpers, and each one sent a bolt of arousal straight through you. Your hands slid up his chest, feeling the warmth of him through his thin t-shirt, and you could feel his heart racing.

“You're killing me,” he breathed, and his hips jerked up involuntarily, seeking more friction. “You're actually killing me.”

“Good,” you murmured against his ear, then caught his earlobe between your teeth, tugging gently. He made a strangled sound, and his hands slid from your hips to your ass, gripping firmly. The touch sent electricity through you, and you ground down harder against him.

You could feel how wet you were getting, your underwear already damp, and the knowledge that he could probably feel it too through the layers of clothing made you even more aroused. You wanted him to know what he was doing to you, wanted him to feel how much you wanted this.

Your hands tangled in his hair, and you tugged slightly, angling his head so you could kiss along his jaw. He had a day or two of stubble, and the scratch of it against your lips was intoxicating. You kissed the corner of his mouth, teasing, and felt him turn his head, trying to capture your lips properly.

But you pulled back, smiling, and kissed down his neck instead. His hands were kneading your ass now, pulling you against him in a rhythm that matched the rolling of your hips. The friction was building, that pressure between your legs intensifying, and you knew if you kept this up you could probably come just from grinding against him.

“Please,” Pope groaned, and you weren't sure what he was begging for. “Please, I need-“

You kissed back up his neck, along his jaw, and finally pressed your lips to his. The kiss was immediately intense, all the pent-up tension exploding between you. His lips were soft and eager, if a little clumsy at first, but then he was kissing you back with increasing confidence, his tongue sliding against yours.

You moaned into his mouth, and he swallowed the sound, one hand coming up to cup the back of your head, holding you to him. The kiss was deep and hungry, all teeth and tongue and breathless gasps. You could taste the weed on his tongue, and underneath that, something distinctly him.

Your hips were still moving, grinding against him in a steady rhythm, and you could feel him getting harder, if that was even possible. His jeans had to be painfully tight, and part of you wanted to reach down and free him, to feel him properly. But another part of you was enjoying this, the teasing, the building tension, the way he was completely losing control.

You broke the kiss to gasp for air, and immediately started kissing down his neck again. This time you didn't hold back, sucking hard enough to leave marks, wanting to see evidence of this tomorrow. He groaned, his hips bucking up hard, and you felt a surge of power at the response.

“Fuck, that feels so good,” he panted, his hands sliding under the hem of your tank top, finally touching bare skin. His palms were warm and slightly rough, and the touch sent shivers through you. He explored cautiously at first, his fingers tracing the curve of your waist, then growing bolder, sliding up your ribcage.

When his thumbs brushed the undersides of your breasts, you both froze for a moment. You weren't wearing a bra, and he clearly just realized it. His hands stilled, and you could practically hear him thinking, trying to decide if he should continue.

You made the decision for him, arching your back and pressing your breasts more firmly into his hands. “Touch me,” you breathed against his neck. “Please, Andy, touch me.”

His hands cupped your breasts, and you both moaned at the contact. His thumbs found your nipples, already hard and sensitive, and when he brushed over them, you gasped, your hips jerking against him. The dual sensation, his hands on your breasts, the friction against your clit, was almost overwhelming.

“You feel so good,” he murmured, his voice rough with arousal. “So fucking good. I can't believe-I've thought about this so many times, but I never-“

“What did you think about?” you asked, genuinely curious. You rolled your hips in a particularly deliberate circle, and he groaned.

“This,” he said, his thumbs circling your nipples. “Touching you. Kissing you. I thought about, fuck, I thought about what you'd taste like, what sounds you'd make. I thought about making you come.”

His words sent a bolt of heat through you, and you kissed him again, hard and desperate. Your hands slid under his shirt, needing to feel his skin, and he helped you pull it up slightly.

His chest was muscular and tanned, muscles defined from physical work, and you ran your hands over him appreciatively. His skin was warm and smooth, and you could feel his heart racing beneath your palm. You dragged your nails lightly down his chest, and he shuddered, his hips bucking up hard.

“Inside,” you gasped against his mouth, the need becoming urgent. “We need to-bedroom-“

“Yeah, yeah okay,” he panted, and then you were both standing, stumbling, still kissing frantically. His hands were everywhere now, your waist, your ass, sliding up under your shirt to touch bare skin. You knocked into the doorframe, then the couch, giggling between kisses, drunk on him and the weed and the overwhelming need.

The journey to your bedroom felt like it took forever and no time at all. You were vaguely aware of moving through your apartment, of Pope's hands on you, of the way he kept stopping to press you against walls and kiss you deeper. At one point he lifted you, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, grinding against him as he carried you.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” he groaned against your neck, his hands gripping your ass to support you. “I can feel how wet you are, even through your shorts. Are you wet for me?”

“Yes,” you gasped, the dirty talk sending another surge of arousal through you. “So wet. I've been wet since I started grinding on you outside.”

He made a sound that was almost a growl, and then he was moving faster, carrying you the rest of the way to your bedroom. When you finally reached it, he set you down, and you started to pull away, intending to fall back onto the bed. But his hands tightened on your hips, stopping you.

“No, no, wait,” he said, slightly breathless, his lips swollen from kissing. “Don't-don't lay on the bed with those clothes.”

You blinked at him, confused and aroused and impatient. “What?”

“They smell like weed,” he explained, and his hands were already moving to the hem of your tank top, his fingers brushing against your skin. “Gonna get your bedsheets all dirty and smoky, and then you'll have to wash them, and-“

He pulled your shirt up and over your head, dropping it on the floor, still talking in that earnest, practical way that was so quintessentially Pope. Your breasts were exposed now, and you saw his eyes drop to them, his words faltering for a moment before he continued.

“-and that's a pain in the ass, you know? Better to just-“ His hands went to the button of your shorts, and you realized with a thrill that he was undressing you without even seeming to realize what he was doing. He was so focused on his explanation, on the logic of it, that he didn't notice the way your breath had quickened, the way you were watching him with heavy-lidded eyes.

“-take them off now, and then the sheets stay clean, and-“ He popped the button and slowly dragged down the zipper, his knuckles brushing against your lower belly. The touch made you shiver, and you saw him swallow hard, his throat working. “-you won't have to do laundry tomorrow, which is good because laundry sucks, and-“

He hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts and started pulling them down, kneeling as he did so. The position put his face level with your hips, and you saw his eyes darken as more of your skin was revealed. You were wearing simple cotton underwear, nothing fancy, but they were damp with arousal, and you knew he could see it.

“-the detergent you use is expensive, I've seen it in your bathroom, so it's better to not waste it on sheets that don't really need washing, and-“ Your shorts hit the floor, and his hands skimmed up your thighs, thumbs brushing the edge of your underwear. His face was inches from your core, and you could feel his breath, warm against your skin.

He finally seemed to register what he was doing, his eyes traveling up your body, taking in your underwear, your bare breasts, the expanse of skin he'd just exposed. His hands were still on your thighs, and you could feel them trembling slightly.

“Oh,” he said, his voice rough and low. “Fuck.”

You reached behind you and hooked your thumbs into your underwear, slowly sliding them down. His eyes were locked on the movement, watching as you revealed yourself to him completely. When you stepped out of them, kicking them aside, you were completely naked, and he was still kneeling in front of you, fully dressed, staring at you like you were something holy.

“You were saying something about keeping the sheets clean?” you asked, your voice teasing.

His eyes snapped up to yours, and the heat in them made your breath catch. “I, uh... I forgot.”

“Andrew,” you said, reaching down to cup his face, your thumb brushing over his lower lip. “Your clothes smell like weed too.”

“That's-yeah, that's a good point,” he managed, and then you were pulling at his shirt, and he was helping you, yanking it over his head. You'd already seen his chest, but seeing it again in the better light of your bedroom made you appreciate it more, the muscle, the tan skin, the way his stomach tensed as you ran your hands over it.

You made quick work of his jeans, unbuttoning them and pushing them down along with his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and flushed, and you wrapped your hand around it, stroking slowly. He made a choked sound, his hips jerking forward involuntarily, and his hands came up to grip your shoulders for balance.

He was hot and hard in your hand, and you could feel him throbbing, could see the bead of precum at the tip. You swiped your thumb over it, spreading it, and he groaned, his head falling forward to rest against your stomach.

“Fuck, that feels good,” he panted against your skin. “But if you keep doing that, I'm gonna come way too fast, and I want-I need to-“

“What do you need?” you asked, still stroking him slowly.

“I need to taste you,” he said, his voice muffled against your stomach. “I've thought about it so many times. Please, can I-“

“Yes,” you said immediately, and then he was guiding you backward to the bed, his hands on your hips. When the backs of your knees hit the mattress, you sat, then lay back, and he followed you down, settling between your legs.

For a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes roaming over your body with an intensity that made you feel exposed and desired at the same time. Then he leaned down and kissed your inner thigh, his lips soft and warm against your skin.

“You're so beautiful,” he murmured, kissing higher. “So fucking beautiful. I can't believe I get to do this.”

He kissed his way up your thigh, taking his time, and the anticipation was almost unbearable. When he finally reached your core, he paused, his breath hot against your wet flesh, and then he licked a long, slow stripe up your slit.

You gasped, your hips jerking, and he made a sound of satisfaction, his hands gripping your thighs to hold you in place. He licked again, more firmly this time, and then his tongue found your clit, circling it slowly.

“Oh god,” you moaned, your hands tangling in his hair. “Andy, that's-fuck-“

He was enthusiastic if a little inexperienced, but what he lacked in technique he made up for in eagerness. He experimented, paying attention to your reactions, learning what made you gasp and moan. When he sucked your clit into his mouth, your back arched off the bed, and he did it again, harder this time.

“Yes, like that,” you panted, your fingers tightening in his hair. “Just like that, don't stop-“

He didn't stop. He worked your clit with his mouth, alternating between sucking and licking, and then you felt his finger at your entrance, pressing in slowly. The stretch was delicious, and you moaned, your hips rolling against his face.

He added a second finger, curling them inside you, searching for that spot that would make you see stars. When he found it, you cried out, your whole body tensing, and he focused there, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm while his mouth continued its assault on your clit.

The pleasure built quickly, that familiar tension coiling in your lower belly. You were making sounds you'd be embarrassed about later, but right now you didn't care. All you cared about was the feeling of his mouth on you, his fingers inside you, the way he was completely focused on your pleasure.

“I'm close,” you gasped, and you felt him double his efforts, his fingers moving faster, his mouth more insistent. “Andy, I'm gonna-oh fuck, I'm-“

Your orgasm hit you like a wave, pleasure washing through you in pulses. Your inner walls clenched around his fingers, and you heard him groan against you, the vibration prolonging your climax. He worked you through it, only slowing when you started to squirm from oversensitivity.

When you could breathe again, you looked down at him. His face was flushed, his lips wet and swollen, and he looked at you with such satisfaction and desire that it made you want him all over again.

“Come here,” you said, pulling him up for a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, and it made you want him even more. “I need you inside me.”

“Condom,” he said, pulling back slightly. “Do you have-“

“Nightstand,” you gestured, and he reached over, fumbling in the drawer until he found one. You watched as he rolled it on, his hands slightly shaky, and then he was positioning himself between your legs, the head of his cock pressing against your entrance.

“Ready?” he asked, and you loved that he checked, even now, even when you were both desperate for it.

“Yes, fuck, yes-“

He pushed in slowly, and the stretch was perfect, filling you completely. You both groaned at the sensation, and he paused when he was fully seated inside you, his forehead dropping to yours. His arms were shaking slightly with the effort of holding still, and you could see the tension in his jaw.

“You feel so fucking good,” he breathed, his voice strained. “So tight and wet and perfect. I need a second or I'm gonna come right now.”

You clenched around him deliberately, and he made a choked sound, his hips jerking. “Don't-fuck-don't do that, I'm trying to-“

“Move,” you urged, wrapping your legs around his waist. “Andy, please move, I need-“

He pulled almost all the way out, then slid back in, and the friction was delicious. He started a slow rhythm, deep strokes that had you gasping, your nails digging into his shoulders. Each thrust hit something deep inside you, and you could feel the pleasure building again already.

“Harder,” you urged, and he obliged, his hips snapping forward with more force. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room along with your moans and his grunts. He shifted the angle slightly, and suddenly he was hitting that perfect spot inside you with every thrust.

“Oh god, right there, don't stop-“ You were babbling now, incoherent with pleasure, and he maintained that perfect angle, that perfect rhythm, driving you higher and higher.

“You feel so good,” he groaned, his face buried in your neck. “So fucking good. I've wanted this for so long. Wanted you for so long.”

His words sent a surge of emotion through you, mixing with the physical pleasure, and you pulled him down for a kiss. It was messy and desperate, all tongue and teeth, and you could feel him getting close, his rhythm starting to falter.

“Wait,” you said, pushing at his chest. “I want-can we-“

He pulled out, looking concerned. “What's wrong?”

“Nothing,” you assured him quickly. “I just want to be on top.”

His eyes darkened, and he rolled onto his back, pulling you with him. You straddled him, positioning yourself over his cock, and slowly sank down. From this angle, he went even deeper, and you both moaned at the sensation.

You started to move, rolling your hips in a slow grind, and his hands came up to grip your waist. From this position, he had a perfect view of your body, and you could see his eyes roaming over you, your breasts, your stomach, the place where your bodies were joined.

“Fuck, you're so hot,” he groaned, his hands sliding up to cup your breasts. “I love watching you ride me. I love seeing you take what you need.”

You increased your pace, bouncing on him now, and the pleasure was intense. You could feel him so deep, hitting all the right spots, and the friction against your clit was perfect. One of your hands came down to touch yourself, your fingers finding your clit, and Pope's eyes locked on the movement.

“That's so hot,” he panted, his hips thrusting up to meet yours. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come on my cock.”

The dirty talk was unexpected and incredibly arousing, and you rubbed your clit faster, chasing your orgasm. Pope's hands were on your hips now, helping you move, and you could feel him getting close, his cock throbbing inside you.

“I'm gonna come,” you gasped, your movements becoming erratic. “Andy, I'm-“

“Come for me,” he urged, his voice rough. “I want to feel you come. Want to feel you squeeze my cock.”

Your orgasm hit you hard, your whole body tensing, inner walls clenching around him rhythmically. The sensation triggered his own release, and he thrust up hard, groaning your name as he came. You could feel him pulsing inside you, and it prolonged your own pleasure, waves of sensation washing over you.

You collapsed forward onto his chest, both of you breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. His arms came around you, holding you close, and you could feel his heart racing against your cheek.

For a long moment, you both just lay there, catching your breath, enjoying the afterglow. Then Pope carefully lifted you off him, disposing of the condom before pulling you back against his chest.

“That was...” he started, then trailed off, like he couldn't find the words.

“Yeah,” you agreed, pressing a kiss to his chest. “It really was.”

“I meant what I said,” he murmured, his fingers tracing patterns on your back. “About wanting you. This wasn't just... I mean, I really like you. Have for a while.”

You lifted your head to look at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. “I really like you too,” you said softly. “This wasn't just a high hookup for me either.”

He smiled, that genuine, slightly awkward Pope smile that you loved, and pulled you in for a kiss. This one was slower, sweeter, full of promise.

“Stay,” you said when you broke apart. “Tonight. Stay with me.”

“Yeah,” he said, his arms tightening around you. “I'd like that.”

Outside, the ocean continued its endless rhythm, and inside, wrapped in Pope's arms, you felt perfectly, completely content. The high was starting to fade, but the feeling of rightness, of finally being where you were supposed to be, only grew stronger.

You dozed for a while, comfortable in the silence, but eventually you felt Pope stir beneath you. “Hey,” he said softly. “You awake?”

“Mmm,” you hummed, not quite ready to move.

“I was thinking...” he started, his hand sliding down your back to cup your ass. “We should probably shower. Get the weed smell off properly.”

You lifted your head, seeing the mischief in his eyes, and grinned. “Is that right?”

“Yeah,” he said, his hand squeezing gently. “Wouldn't want to smell like weed tomorrow. Very irresponsible.”

“So responsible of you,” you teased, sitting up. His eyes immediately dropped to your breasts, and you saw his cock twitch with interest. “Think you can go again?”

“With you?” he said, pulling you down for a kiss. “Definitely.”

The shower was long and steamy, full of soapy hands and slippery skin and Pope pressing you against the tile wall as he fucked you from behind, his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. The water cascaded over you both, and when you came, it was with his name on your lips and his teeth on your shoulder.

Afterward, you dried off and climbed into bed properly, your sheets still clean just like Pope had wanted. He pulled you against him, your back to his chest, and you felt his lips press against your shoulder.

“This is perfect,” he murmured, echoing his words from earlier on the balcony.

And it was. It really, really was.

© 2026 all rights reserved - miasvelvetvoid. do not modify, plagiarize, feed my work to AI, repost or claim any of my work as your own without permission.

[silentlunarkiss]

has anyone made a fic or blurb about this fanart ??? and if not can someone pls do ?!???

[sinmonger]

Connor Storrie | VMAN Magazine

[ridgeflaw]

andrew pope cody who’s worried about you finding his rap sheet vs. reader who’s printed out his mugshot to include in her journal with little hand-drawn hearts around it <3

[prettylittlelattesworld]

BELLY TO BELLY

andrew pope cody x f!reader

summary: pope comes home from prison and meets craig's new gorgeous friend, you. you're quiet and a little odd, in an adorable way he becomes obsessed with. and he wonders how a sweet girl like you could be friends with an idiot like his little brother. one night, he learns about your little stingray obsession and uses that as a way to try and get closer to you. and it works.

content/warnings: lots of em dashes (only because I've always used them, I swear this isn't AI), a whole ass book before they even kiss (really just me yapping), age gap (reader is like 20-21, pope is late 30s), s1 pope (because I think his haircut is cute), i'm sorry if everyone is ooc (i'm new here), reader isn't described as a specific race or weight but does have a specific style, all the cody boys are here & my girl cath, reader is kinda a stoner, mentions of sm*rf & b*z, switch!pope, pope's a bit of creep (he likes to smell you and touch your hair and watch you and touch your body when you're sleeping or when you're not looking, it's okay you like it), dry humping (yum), cumming in pants (yummier), biting, chasing, finger in mouth, mentions of male masturbation, a bit of fluff, nicknames for reader by Craig include pet/bug/shorty, nicknames for reader by pope include honey & baby, baz catches you and is pissed but craig to the rescue, pansexual tendencies, 18+ ONLY!

note: this is my first fic on tumblr... it's kinda long and not proofread, so please be nice and thank you. muah!!

Your brother sold weed, that's how you met your best friend. Craig Cody, or El Craigo as he's tried to get you to call him. Of course, you don't. He came onto you, thinking you were hot. But every time he tried, womp womp. He eventually gave up yet couldn't stay away from you, you were fun— in a quiet way.

You often prefer books and embroidery to actual human interactions but he prefers surfing to anything else (sometimes even parties), so friendship went smoother than dating would have. And the one thing you had in common was really what kept you guys together, weed. You two would smoke up to three blunts and just laugh about nothing before ordering too much food and/or annoying deran.

His family loved you, even the wicked witch herself. She liked how you just did what she wanted (though you only did because you could tell she was awful and wanted her off your back). Deran thought you were great, he loved having you around. J liked how colorful your vibe was compared to the Codys. And Baz... you hate Baz. asshole. No real reason to, you just do. Cath could do better, you thought every time you saw him.

Then came Andrew.

The day you met was a few days after he returned, a week after his sister died. You walked behind Craig like you were his little tail. Dressed in a little green 60s mini dress, tights with little bugs on them, and ballet flats— an outfit that was considered toned down compared to your usual fashion.

"Yo." Craig called out as he walked into the kitchen, everyone immediately ignored him as soon as you appeared.

"Hey!" Cath practically squealed, happy to see you. You liked Cath, she was kind. Everyone greeted you, having not seen you in almost two weeks.

"Y/N, this is our brother, Pope. Pope, this is my pet bug, Y/N." Craig says, using the same joke he always does when he introduces you to someone. You turned around and there he was. my word... Immediately you could feel how different his presence felt compared to others. And how much you liked it. And how pretty fucking hot he was.

You weren't someone who had a partner or felt much interest in dating. It was easier to be alone, though it was lonely at times. But here he stood, the mysterious older brother. Andrew, who they called Pope for a reason you didn't know. Deran had told you about him but you never saw a picture. God... how you wished you knew how handsome he was. And as you felt his unsettling aura, your mind wandered to places it only would when you were alone— in the darkness of your room.

"Hi." You whispered. You were always so soft-spoken.

"Hi." He spoke back. He voice was nice, raspy. You began to pick at your fingers as the conversation went on with everyone talking about things you didn't care about.

You tried your best not to look at him. Andrew. You tried to look at Craig or your hands but Baz was standing too close for comfort. He always tried to put his arm around your shoulder, even in front of his wife. And you hated that. You weren't big on touch, especially not with Baz. ewwwahhh

You liked physical touch, lots of it. But it had to be with someone you've expected into your soul family. You were a strong believer in that we all have more than one soulmate. And Baz was NOT a part of your soul. So when he tried again, you stepped aside and bumped into someone. Andrew. He was already looking at you when you looked over.

"Sorry..." Even though you were barely audible, he heard you. You looked away again, but he didn't and you felt it. He looked down at your tights. How they hugged you thighs...

"Alright, Smurf. Come on, bug." You ears heard Craig say as he left, you followed close behind but not before taking a peak back to the oldest Cody. Still, he stared at you... and you didn't seem to mind.

"Your brother is very handsome." You tell Craig as you enter his room.

"Ew! Don't tell me Baz finally got to you." He replied, you immediately pretended to gag.

"I'd rather have my skin be peeled off little by little." You joked, he laughed loudly as he plopped down onto his bed. You never went near his bed unless you knew for sure his sheets were clean, thankfully today it was clean— or clean enough.

"Then who? J? Cause he's not my brother, he's my nephew. And Deran is gay, remember?" He asks as he begins to roll a new blunt, you lay back on his headboard.

"Not J or Deran. The other one, Andrew." You say, Craig pauses. He slowly turns to look at you, expecting you to laugh or give him some type of sign you were joking. But you didn't.

"Pope?" He sat up, "Pope!?" Any louder and they would've heard him in the kitchen.

"Yeah." You answered softly.

"Please tell your joking. You can't actually be saying you wanna fuck Pope." He said, you rolled your eyes at your best friend.

"I said he was handsome, not that I wanna fuck him." You told him as you chris crossed your leg.

"I've known you for two years— you wanna fuck my creepy brother, it's all over you face. You want him all over your face." He teased, you laughed. Oddly enough, as stupid as he can be, he was usually the only one who could make you laugh and smile. He knew you quite well.

"Would it bother you if I did?" You ask. The question came out before you could stop it. You were a virgin, you never actually wanted to have sex with anyone. No one ever caught your eye. But Andrew...

"I mean you can if that's what you really want. You body, your stupid choice— or whatever the fuck. Just know I'd throw up tho." Craig replied. He didn't care who you slept with or dated, not as long as you were happy. Even if it was his weird older brother.

The next time you saw Andrew was a random Thursday, the next week.

You were back at Smurfs, sitting on the couch with Craig. It was late. You wore purple patterned shorts and a blue tank top, blue spiders on your white knee-high socks. Your legs were draped over Craig's lap, a bowl of M&Ms on your lap, both of you laying back as if you had worked for hours on end all month. You guys had just smoked two blunts and were laughing at horror movies. Deran and J had joined you somewhere into the marathon, not really taking your attention.

Then you felt it... his presence.

"What are you guys watching?" You heard him ask, your heart almost moonwalked out of your chest. You looked back and again, there he was. His eyes never seem to look at anything else, just you.

"Scream 1." J answered his question. You looked away, pressing your thighs together. Thankfully Craig was so high he probably didn't know he was still alive let alone that you were sexually attracted to his older brother's unsettling aura.

"Come on." Deran calls him over, Andrew sat down on one of the chairs. Specifically the one that was next to you since you were on one of the ends of the couch. You looked again, you can't help yourself. He's so handsome.

He stares at you still, you're getting used to it quickly. You gave him a small smile before turning away. The chair was close. He was close. Andrew got an unbearable urge— he wanted to touch your hair. It was just there, hanging perfectly down your back. He wanted to cut off a piece and keep it in his pocket so he could smell it when you weren't around... of course he wouldn't actually do that he definitely would.

He just liked you. It was weird for him to admit that but he did. His own family was scared of him. They found him strange. But you? You smiled at him. You fucking smiled at him. That's all it took for him to pick you out of everyone. He picked you, he wants you. You will be his. Maybe you'll fix him. He thought about that. Maybe someone like you could be kind enough to fix someone like him, if he can be fixed.

You didn't think there was anything wrong with him. You didn't think like others, like him. He seemed normal to you. So he liked to stare at you, so what? It's so easy to just let him. He's not hurting you. He was just released from a cell, let him stare at whatever he wants. As the movie ended and J put in the next one, Craig groaned.

"I'm so tired." He whined, shoving a handful of M&Ms into his mouth.

"So go to sleep." J told him.

"Don't wanna." Craig whined while picking up M&Ms and gently throwing them at you. You tried to catch them with your mouth and failed a couple times. You chuckled as he tried to got up, defeated by sleep.

"Fine, whatever." He whispers, "'Night, shorty."

"'Night." You replied as you leaned away to take your legs off him.

That's when it happened. Your hair... it touched Andrew's hand. You didn't notice, it was just for a second. But oh... Andrew notice. He almost came grabbed it. He couldn't believe how soft it was. He'd bet his life it smelled nice too, like you. He remembers the day you met, how when you got closer he could smell you. Like vanilla and rose petals. He wanted to lick the scent off you... Who said that? Are you not hearing that? Whatever.

You planned on staying for the rest of the other movies, until Baz arrived. why is he here!!?? go home!! He immediately sat next to you, reaching out to touch your shoulder. You pushed his arm away as you sit up straight and placed the bowl in-between you and him. You could feel the uncomfortable-ness built in you when you realize he was looking at your exposed thighs. dickhead.

"I think I'm gonna go too." You say softly as you stand up.

"Hey, if Craig kicks you again, you can sleep in my bed. I'm gonna head over to Adrian's in a few." Deran informs you, the quietest little 'thanks' escaped your lips as you left.

"'Night." You whispered. And there it was again. His voice.

"Goodnight." Andrew replies, it was small and sweet. You smiled widely but thankfully you were already out of sight when you did. Oh... you've made up your mind. It's him. He will be the one to take your virginity. You don't know when or how, but it will be him.

It was the middle of the night. 3, maybe 4, am.

You laid on Craig's bed, him next to you. Well... actually he was almost on the floor but still. You didn't mind sharing beds with friends, you liked it. It was fun. You would shower with your friends if they wanted, TMI is non-existent to you. But tonight, you couldn't sleep. You couldn't stop thinking about your decision. Andrew Cody will take my virginity, the thought danced in your head like a drunk cowboy.

You stood up off the bed, your white Lolita style nightgown falling down to hang just above your mid thigh. It was almost see-through if you looked hard enough. Enough to see the orange polkadot panties you had on, and maybe your bare chest too. You walked out of Craig's room and out to the living room. You hoped you could just watch something until you felt sleepy. What you didn't expect was for Andrew to be there too...

It almost scared you, to see someone else awake this late. He simply sat in the same chair, watching tv. Little jellyfish swimming on the screen, a man narrating quietly. He looked so peaceful. Andrew. Just doing mundane things. You've only seen him twice, both times he seemed so tense and uncomfortable but he looked relaxed now.

You almost just wanted to leave him alone but your body moved before you could control it. You looked away from him as you approached, head turned to the tv. You took a glance at him, he's looking at you again. Or... he's looking at your nightgown. You didn't mind. It flattered you. Maybe he thought you were pretty.

"What are you watching?" You ask.

"Documentary." He answered. You liked his voice like this. So gentle, it almost cracks when he speaks.

"Can I watch it with you?" You asked him, finally looking at him. He stares up at your eyes for a good second, and you stare back.

"Yeah." He whispers. You smiled slightly as you sat down where you had been, close.

You're not sure how long you were there for, watching the fishes on tv. It wasn't until a big stingray appeared on the screen that you almost jumped up. You straighten yourself and leaned forward, once again chris crossing your leg. You listened to every word the narrator said, looking at the beautiful creatures. Andrew noticed.

"During mating season, the male ray will smell his prey from afar. He'll pick her without even interacting, immediately beginning the chase before she knows what's happening." The man in the tv said.

"He'll follow the female ray, chasing her for up to days— trying to bite her fins. Once the male has a good grip, he works to maneuver the female so they are positioned belly-to-belly. The male then bends his body over her, inserting a pair of tube-like sex organs called claspers into the female's body by rubbing himself on her— to transfer his sperm and reproduce." He explained, you chuckled as you leaned back again.

"Sounds fun." You joked. You turned to Andrew, unsure of what you wanted from him. The corners of his lips very slowly rise up. It was almost a smile. Almost was enough for you.

You scratched yourself out on the couch, a sweet smile on your lips. You've expected that what you feel is a crush, a big one. That tiny smile of his just made you confident in your decision. He's the one. But you had to get to know him better. It can't be just a stranger in your bed, in you. You picked someone, now you have to make sure it was the right choice.

All the thinking and the pretty stingray images made you finally slip into sweet, sweet slumber. zzzz You were fine with sleeping on the couch, but I guess Andrew was not. In the state of halfway asleep, you felt him pick you up bridal style. You were very tired to move and you thought it was kind of him, so you let him. He ever so gently placed you back on Craig's bed, your best friend now laying on the floor with a towel as a blanket.

Andrew hovered for a moment, you felt his heat over you. His hand landed ever so slightly on your cheek. You felt how his rough palm pushed your hair back and caressed your neck down to your chest, just above your breasts. His hand made its way down to your legs. His knuckles lightly brushing up and down on your thigh for a few seconds before pulling your nightgown down.

You should have mined but you didn't. What is wrong with you? You don't know him. You met him twice. But he touches you in your sleep and all you think of was how easy it might be to convince him to take your virginity. If he liked you enough to touch you like this, he'd do it. Maybe. You reach over and grab his hand, he pulls away.

Andrew's heart drops. He thought you were sound asleep. He wasn't going to hurt you or touch you beyond the great 'no-go' line. He just wanted to feel your skin. Your young, soft, clean, perfect, untouched skin. You have to be an angel sent from heaven because you're completely unreal to him.

"Thank you, Andrew." You whispered out. It went straight to his cock, truthfully. You saying his real name and not the nickname that made him hate himself... It turned him on enough for him to practically run away. to spend the whole night in deran's empty room, stroking himself dumb as he thinks of you saying his real name. Who is saying these things?? My god...

Three days later, you were back. He felt so guilty after that night. Embarrassed, having done what he did to himself while thinking of you. Especially now, after seeing you again. Perfect little you. He had woken up late, a rare thing— but he had been jerking off to the image of you in his head again and got tired thinking of you. WOAH!! anyways...

He stood behind you, almost next to you. Just looking... You had on a bright yellow 60s mini patterned dress on, matching ballet flats, and those adorable bug tights. They're your favorite, you wear them with everything. Andrew wants to rip them off you and buy a hundred more. *sigh* this is getting out of hand...

You looked like you came straight out of a movie. He was so taken aback by your style every time he saw you. No one he's ever known has ever been so bold. But here you are, embracing the fact that anything goes in California. And you rocked every piece you wore. You sat so fucking pretty on the couch.

You were embroidering on the hem what he guessed is another one of your little dresses, this one in blue. You're so cute. Watching the nature channel, lions on the tv. Something he would watch. The closer he gets the more he feels like running back to deran's still empty room to continue his inappropriate shenanigans. for fuck sakes I need her on me, he thought. These voices need to relax!!

You hadn't noticed he was there, watching you, until a lion started to eat a baby deer on the screen and you turned your head away. That's when you saw him. You didn't jump or get weird out or tell him off. You smiled, again. that's like three, he's counting. Your shoulders relaxed as if he was everything you were searching for.

"Hi, Andrew." You say quietly, as if he was your little secret or something.

"Hi." He doesn't know why his voice changes for you when he speaks. He only ever does that when he's talking to his Lena. The voice of a man trying to show that he means no harm, that he only wants to interact.

"You wanna watch it with me?" You asked him.

"Sure." He says, nodding. You move your bag to the chair he was on the other night so he can sit right next to you on the couch. You wanted him closer. You wanted to feel the heat you felt when he carried you to bed. Andrew sat down, very aware of your thighs touching.

"Where is everyone?" He questions. The house was quiet, very uncommon.

"Deran is at Adrian's again, J just left with Nikki, who cares where Baz is, and Craig was supposed to be here but one of his girlfriends told him she might be pregnant— third time this year." You explained as you very carefully pinned the needle through the fabric.

"Smurf?" He asked, you shrugged. The wicked witch had apparently found someone who can tolerate her enough to take her on a date and she was barely around anymore, according to Baz. *gags*

"Maybe you have a new dad." You joked. Instantly you regret it. It was a dumb joke and you can tell he didn't like it.

"Sorry..." You whispered as you basically hid in your embroidery.

"It's alright, honey." He replied. Honey... holy fuck. no way. no fucking way. somebody sedate me!! The voices are valid right now.

Because your cunt actually had a reaction. Like a physical fucking reaction. Like a heartbeat, just thumping. You pressed your legs together, wanting her to relax. He noticed. You noticed he noticed. fucking mother of mary-kate and ashley... The corners of his lips turned upward, the tiny smile returned. It returned for your very inappropriate behavior.

"Did you hear about the new stingray at the aquarium in Carlsbad?" He asked you, you looked back up at him.

"There's a new one?" You sounded so small as you asked.

"They say it's the biggest one to ever exist, 14 feet." He tells you, he could have drowned in the excited look on your face. He did his research and it was paying off.

"Ugh... and Craig's not here to take me." You complained softly as you looked down again.

"I'll take you." He says.

"Really?" You ask as you try not to look at his beautiful eyes.

"You wanna go now?" He questions.

"Yeah." You said, looking up a little. He stood up so you placed your things aside and stood up too. He stayed there, in front of you, for a few before he moved aside to let you walk ahead. He was fighting the urge to touch you.

The drive there was about 20 to 30 minutes of silence. Andrew didn't play music or talk, not that you minded. You felt comfortable around him, knowing you didn't have to talk as much as when his brothers are around. When you arrived, he opened the door for you. Very gentlemanly of him. When inside, you practically ran towards the big sign that told you where the new arrivals would be.

"They're outside." You said. He gladly followed you around, enjoying how you stop and look at every fish you pass on your way out.

Once out there, you followed the crowd. Next to a big pool, everyone stood on little steps. They looked in as a man with an english accent talked into a microphone. You grabbed Andrew's hand and stepped on, there it was. It was insanely huge like andrew and it swam around gracefully. Did you hear that? No? Okay...

"This beauty came straight from Southeast Asia. 14 feet long, 730 pounds. Record breaking." The English man told everyone. "We've named him BB, for Big Boy."

You laughed. If Andrew could bottle the sound, he would. He'd keep it on his bedside table and hug it when he sleeps. Not that he really does. But if he was holding you, he might sleep forever. Though you probably hadn't even noticed, he did— you were still holding his hand. Yours small compared to his. Skin so soft...

"Now that doesn't mean he's nice. BB here is quite a rude boy. So please be careful not to touch him or the water." The man explained, you leaned back a little. Your left shoulder lightly pressed on Andrew's chest. He wasn't even looking at the stingray, just at you. He leans in a little and smells his hair, he was right. It smells just like he dreamed it would. Sweet and clean.

"We're thinking of getting him a girlfriend, maybe see the mating ritual done in person." The man said. Andrew couldn't get enough of your face and how lovingly you looked at BB.

You spent the rest of the day together. You explored the rest of the aquarium, touching sea stars and watching seahorses grip seagrass. Andrew even bought you a stuffed stingray from the gift shop, even though you told him he didn't have to. He wanted to. He saw how you lit up when you saw it.

You two ate pizza before he took you to get ice cream, vanilla with chocolate sprinkles— your favorite. He got plain vanilla, which said a lot about him. But it was cute. He was almost confused when he saw all the flavors, and the tops were too much. You barely even talked the whole time, you just enjoyed each other's company.

He drove you back to the house. Surprisingly, it was still quiet. The sun was setting and no one had come back yet. Just a text from Craig an hour ago, 'false alarm, no baby'. That's it. Usually Andrew would maybe worry a little but he wanted to be alone with you. He needed to be, for what he was planning next. He felt like a creep. He was about to take a bold step and he was actually praying you wouldn't react in a negative way.

"You wanna play the stingray game?" He asked you as he watched you gather your things on the couch.

"The what?" You question as you look up at him. His heart was about to combust.

"The stingray game." He repeated, his voice cracking.

"What's that?" You ask with a smile, genuine curiosity in your eyes. Oh god, it was working. He caught you on his hook. Now he has to reel you in carefully.

"Someone chases you around and if they catch you, they bite you. Like the mating thing." He explains. You were silent for a moment... please don't leave please don't leave please don't leave, he thought.

"Okay." You said. victory!!!! You stood up and waited for instructions, he couldn't believe this was working.

"I'm gonna chase you, okay? If I catch you, I get to bite you." He told you. you're wet, thinking about his teeth on you ENOUGH!!

"Okay..." You whispered as you took a step back. He smiled. Not a tiny one, a regular closed lip smile.

He could tell you were already playing so he took a step forward. You chuckled as you took off running around the house, he was faster than you thought. You made it all the way out to the backyard and to J's his room. He caught you at the door, his big arms wrapped around your ribs. He lifted you a little as you laughed.

"I got you." He breathes on your ear.

"How are you so fast?" You ask as you try to catch your breath. Your back was pressed against his chest, his racing heart on your shoulder blade.

"Where can I bite you?" His voice was quiet, maybe giving you the chance to ignore him. But you didn't. You held out your right arm, he swallowed deeply. You were actually going to let him bite you. Twilight style.

He gently grabs your wrist and bites down on your forearm. And the unthinkable happened. You moaned... out loud. He stopped, looking at you as he licked his bottom lip. Your eyes were wide and you had no other choice but to laugh, as if it was a joke. It wasn't. You knew that, he knew that. You turned your head away, embarrassment crawling on your face.

"You like that?" Andrew whispers. ahhhhhhhhhh!! fuckmefuckmefuckmefuckme I'm getting there, chill!!!

You looked back, stunned. You couldn't talk, you tired. You just slowly nodded your head yes and he leaned down again. This time digging his teeth into your upper arm, again you moaned. You slapped your other hand over your mouth and closed your eyes, you could feel his smile on your skin.

"Yeah?" He asks as he grabs your other hand, taking it away from your lips. "Can I bite you here?"

His fingers softly glazed the crock of your neck. You sighed, knowing it was happening. His mouth was gonna be on you, it was happening. finally! You laid your head back on his shoulder and nodded. He leaned in as close as he could to your neck, his breath sending chills through your entire body— cunt included.

"Words, baby." He whispers. Baby... fuuuuckuhhh!

"Please bite me, Andrew." You say oh so nicely. He wasted absolutely no time, sinking his teeth into your neck. Like a vampire who hadn't eaten in decades.

You stopped fighting yourself and let the moan that was in your core slip out loudly. The sound made his cock twitch and with how hard he was holding onto you, you felt it. You reached back and grabbed a handful of his short hair, pulling as you slightly rubbed your ass on his crotch. He pulled away and turned you around, roughly bringing your lips to his.

He lifted you again, just a little. Enough so the tippy tips of your feet brushed against the ground as he walked into J's his room. You had your arms completely wrapped around his shoulders/neck. You could feel his tongue against your teeth. He tasted like the vanilla ice cream he had and it mixed with the taste of the chocolate sprinkles you ate.

"Andy." You moaned into his mouth, the back of your legs hitting the bed. His head ached at the sound. Andy. Not Andrew, not Pope. An-dy. God, he needed you.

He pushed his knee in-between your leg as he laid you down, your head hitting the plush of the pillow. He laid his entire bodyweight on top of you, pushing your dress up. Now belly to belly, you wrapped your tights covered legs around him as he kissed down your neck. You reached your hands under him and undid his jeans, just pulling them down a little— he let you. You didn't want to have sex, not now— not yet. But you wanted to feel him. You grab onto his ass and push him forward, he groans into your skin.

"Like that, Andy." You told him, feeling just how hard he is. Andrew was more than happy to just let you use him. He would lick the ground you walked on if you asked.

"Yeah..." He breathes out as he grinds against you. He can feel how warm you are through your panties and tights.

He places his hands on either side of your head, smelling your hair without shame this time. You moaned loudly again when he bit your jaw, not hard enough to mark but enough to make you leak through your tights and into his underwear. You move his shirt to try and kiss his neck. He stops for a second, sitting up and ripping open his button up. You smile at the sight of his freckled body.

He lays back on top of you, crashing you but you're not complaining. You kiss and lick and bite all over his neck and shoulder. His hands are all over you, from your ankles to your face. Kissing him felt like seeing the holy ghost in person. He was such a great kisser. His grinding, his touching, his kissing— it made your stomach turn. You had barely kissed others before let alone this. You felt like throwing up, but in a good way.

"You're so perfect." He groaned into your ear, going harder now. The headboard rocked against the wall, he was pushing himself so hard on you... you swear this might just count as losing your virginity.

"Faster." You whined, he happily obeyed.

You've never had an orgasm before. You tried to give yourself one but failed more than once, simply because you didn't have anything to think of. Porn wasn't really your thing, erotic books were great but not enough. But now here's Andrew, just what you needed. And it was the same for him. The only women he slept with were the ones his family paid for. And Cath, but he'd rather not talk or think about that.

"yeahyeahyeah!" He moans softly on your lips. He was close. But he wasn't even gonna think about cumming until you did.

And you were. You felt it. Or at least you felt what you think is an orgasm. Like a rush of pure heat making its way up from your cunt to your chest, your stomach tightening. You placed your hands on his face, looking into his eyes as the heat became worse. You ran your thumb across his mouth. Unexpectedly he took it into his lips and sucked.

That's what drove you over the edge. You threw your head back and ached your back, your vision whitening. You moaned louder than before. Clinging onto Andrew as your legs shake, feeling it pool in your underwear. His arm around your waist, keeping you close. He made sure to ride you out before he let go. Moaning your name as he came, resting his head on your chest.

Neither of you moved. Why would you? This was heaven. Him on top of you. You under him. You had gotten used to his weight, you didn't need oxygen. You stroked his hair, he rubbed your outer thigh. Your cunt and his cock still closer than ever, just letting each other's cum wet the other's underwear. You felt so sleepy. Until he slapped the side of your ass, making you laugh. He kissed your chest, up to your neck. Gentle and sweet.

"Andy." You whispered. The nickname stuck. You couldn't call him anything else and he didn't want you to.

"Yeah, honey?" He replied. You might just have to change your name to honey so he can call you that every hour of every day.

"If this is a one time thing for you, that's fine. But I don't want it to be. I want you. I wanna get to know you. See the good, see the bad. I want you to take my virginity." You told him, he lifted his head and looked you into your pretty eyes. For a moment, he wondered... how did he manage to get a girl so perfect and beautiful and kind, and untouched?

"It's not a one time thing. You're mine now. And I'll take your virginity if you want me to. I promise I'll keep it safe." He says back. You felt your heart flutter like a butterfly.

"I'm yours? Does that mean you're mine?" You ask.

"Yeah." He whispers, another real smile on his face.

"Yeah?" You teased as you ran your thumb across his mouth again. And again, he took it into his lips with a little 'mhm'. He rested his forehead on yours, sucking your thumb slowly.

"Are you fucking joking!?" You both jumped up when you heard someone else talk. Baz. ewwwww!!! fuck off!!!

He stood at the doorway, shocked at the scene. You quickly pushed Andrew off you, just to pull your dress down. You didn't want him seeing something that now belongs to his older brother. Andrew pulled his pants up but left his shirt open.

"Out of everyone, you choose him? I've been trying to get you to let me just touch you for the last two years and the moment our psychotic brother comes home from prison, you open your fucking legs." Baz spat out, Andrew stood up off the bed.

"Go away, Baz. I don't wanna hurt you." He tells him as nicely as he can. Not because he actually didn't wanna hurt his brother but because he didn't wanna scare you.

"Fuck you, Pope!" Baz shouted in his face.

"Yo! What the fuck is all the yelling about?" You all heard Craig from outside, coming over. He saw you on the bed with your hair all frizzy and your lips red, and Andrew's shirt and pants open. He was an idiot but not that dumb.

"Back off, man." He immediately said to Baz.

"You're okay with this?" He asked, Craig shrugged his shoulders.

"Don't be pissy 'cause it wasn't you. Go home to your wife." He answered, Baz scoffed.

"Un-fucking-believable." He cursed under his breath as he left but not before kicking a chair into the pool. Craig turned back to you and Andrew.

"You sure 'bout this?" He questions you, you nod your head with a smile.

"Alright..." He whispers before taking a step closer to his brother. "You hurt her, I'll fucking kill you. I don't care how big and scary you can be."

You chuckled quietly. That's very adorable. He was your best friend and he wanted nothing less than to protect you. You're very grateful for Craig, despite wanting to choke him out most days.

"I won't." Andrew whispers back, Craig nods. He turned to leave then stopped.

"Is that a bite mark on your neck?" He asked then held up his hand, "Forget I asked."

He was quick to run away.

"I don't think you're big and scary." You tell Andrew, he turns to you.

"No?" He asks as he comes back to you, you shake your head. He kisses you sweetly, pushing you back to lay back in the position you were caught in.

"Thank you."

Note: I hope you liked it!!! Maybe part 2?

[tenseoyong]

Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody x J’sFriend!Reader

Some people might find Pope’s behaviors freaky and off putting—but not you—you kind of like the creepy attention J’s uncle pays you

Masterlist

18+ age gap, PiV sex, unprotected sex, creampie, slight exhibition (J catches you), marking, potential non-con due to alcohol consumption, maybe pain kink if you squint

The party at the Cody residence was in full swing.

Since you’d started hanging out with the youngest Cody, you quickly learned these parties had the same rinse and repeat formula.

Liquor bottles littered the pool area. The smell of weed clung to the air. Dozens of nameless girls in various states of undress surrounded the pool. Music played so loud the air felt like it was vibrating around you.

Unless you were joining in on doing copious amounts of coke—which, you weren’t—the novelty wore off quickly.

J had long since abandoned you, trailing after Nicky wherever she’d disappeared to. Leaving you clutching a lukewarm beer, feet dipped in the pool, bored out of your mind—but you figured it beats being at home doing coursework.

You mindlessly surveyed the crowd, scrunching your nose at the naked rando that jumped from the rooftop, egged on by drunken cheers, before you finally looked towards the kitchen.

The sliding glass doors were shut, in a poor attempt to keep the rowdy party goers outside.

Pope stood behind the glass, like a sentinel.

Silently daring anyone to leave the ‘safe’ area of the pool.

But he wasn’t watching any of the party attendees.

The older man’s eyes were locked on you.

Unblinking, hazel eyes watched you through the glass barrier. With no shame, Pope didn’t look away even after you’d caught him staring, and wiggled your fingers in a half-hearted wave.

He never did care when he was caught, and you’ve caught him staring at you a ridiculous amount of times since becoming acquainted with J.

Enough times that J had noticed too, and warned you to steer clear of his uncle.

“He just got out of prison,” J had whispered to you the first time Pope had found you in the Cody’s’ kitchen. Blocking the doorway, eyes glue to you, like a shark watching its prey. J had spit out some excuse, that you’re his friend from school and Smurf said J should invite you to dinner. “He’s a little…unstable—just, make sure you’re around other people. Don’t be alone with him.”

You didn’t disregard J’s warning—but you didn’t exactly take it seriously either.

For whatever reason, you liked feeling the older man’s heated gaze on you.

A small thrill ran through you when you used the bathroom, and Pope just happened be exiting his room at the exact moment you were finished. An immovable wall of muscle, Pope didn’t budge, blocking the hall and forcing you to brush against him when you squeezed past, stuttering out a quick ‘s’cuse me’ and scramble back to J’s side.

Sometimes, you wondered if Pope knew that you knew he watched you during the days when class was over and you had the pool to yourself. You’d occasionally see the dark curls peaking in the bathroom window, feel your skin prick as you floated in the pool under observation, while wearing the skimpiest bikinis you could find.

What J didn’t know, wouldn’t kill him. Besides, he had Nicky to occupy his time. Why couldn’t you have Pope?

With that immature reasoning, you abandoned your spot beside the pool. Under Pope’s watchful eye, you weaved through the drunken bodies until only glass separated you. He didn’t drop his gaze when he slowly reached for the latch. Cool air conditioning hit you as he slid the door open, silently welcoming you in.

Pope didn’t move an inch as you stepped inside, the space between you shrinking significantly, barely a breath apart.

Silence.

Dark eyes traced over you.

“Shouldn’t you be with J?” The question caught you off guard—you honestly didn’t expect him to speak at all—but the rough, low tone Pope spoke in made your skin tingle.

“J’s busy.” You replied. “Are you?”

“Should I be?”

“Do you want to be?” You took a minuscule step towards him, mischievous in your voice.

Pope looked like he was weighing something mentally—trying to decipher if you were being playful, or outright teasing him, being cruel to the ‘weird Cody’—he seemed to find the answer he was searching for, something shifting in his posture.

His guard dropped, if only by a fraction. Turning, he didn’t look back at you before commanding, “C’mon.”

You obeyed easily, eagerly following as he drifted through the house until he reached his unspoken destination.

Pope’s room—now J’s—was empty when Pope pushed the door open, claiming his spot in the middle of the room and finally turning back to you.

You quietly observed the area. Small hints of J were scattered about—a pair of jeans discarded in the corner of the room, text books piled on the bedside table, his scent lingered.

“It was mine.” Pope stated, forcing you to look back to him. His broad frame looked out of place on the small room. Arms hung limp at his side, hands clenching by his thighs, like he was aching to touch but couldn’t bring himself to do it. Not yet anyways. “It was my room first.”

“And now?” You asked, carefully approaching like he was a skittish animal. You tentatively reached for his twitching fingers, slipping your hand into his rough palm. “Where do you stay now?”

“The couch.” His nose scrunched up, displeased. “Or hotel.”

“Mean.” You frowned, sweet breath fanning the stubble on his cheek.

“We shouldn’t.” Pope stated, though every part of his body was disagreeing. He tracked your every move, eyes soft with desire. His erection already pressing against your thigh as you lean into him. Gripped your hand firmly, as though you might slip right between his fingers, and be gone. “J—we shouldn’t.”

“That’s what makes it fun.” You grinned softly, and then leaned up, capturing Pope’s lips before he could reply.

He folded instantly, strong arms wrapped around your waist and squeezed you against him. Pope’s lips were surprisingly soft, his kisses both desperate and hesitant—as if he expected you to suddenly part from him and reveal this was all a cruel joke.

Lulling your mouth open to welcome his curious tongue, humming happily at the pleasant taste of toothpaste and faint beer. Day old stubble scratched against delicate skin, your fingers glided over his clothes chest, feeling the hidden hard muscles to grip at the collar of his shirt, leaning your weight into him until you were walking Pope backwards towards the bed.

Pope’s knee’s buckled as soon as they hit the frame. You followed as he sat on the mattress, straight and stiff, even as you crawled into his lap. Your legs parted, Pope’s stiffness pressing into you as you settled in his lap.

“Pope.” You broke your kiss, muttering against bruised lips with a light roll of your hips. Pressing your weight down against his trapped cock, shuddering from the deep groan forced from Pope’s throat. “Touch me, Pope.”

Pope took directions easily, hands dropping from your waist to dig his fingers into the plush flesh of your ass. He guided you to rock against him, controlling each roll of your hips. Long digits curled under the flimsy shorts. Warmth spread through you when Pope brushed the pads of his fingers across your pussy, touching you in tune with your grinding.

Every sound Pope made was music to your ears—every groan, every grunt, every shaky breath followed by muffled cursing—sent shock waves through you, made you more and more desperate for the awkward man. Squirming in his lap, wetness soaked his fingers until Pope decided he was done waiting.

In a flash, Pope flipped your position. Your back met the soft mattress as Pope caged you in, raised up on his knees to shimmy your shorts and bikini bottoms off in one fluid motion, tossing them unceremoniously over his shoulder.

“Don’t.” He commanded, voice heavy with lust, when you attempted to shut your legs. Childish shyness had you squirming under his greedy eyes. Strong hands curled around your thighs and kept you spread open for him to ogle. “Wanna see you—see everything.”

Then he was diving in, nuzzling his nose against soft, youthful skin. Brushing over your soft folds. Crudely inhaling the naturally feminine scent he’d been deprived of for three long years.

Pope dully noted the whimper you let out as he nudged the tip of his nose against your little aching pearl, the tentative touch enough to have your hips flexing against his face. A desperate, needy ‘Please’ clawing its way from your throat—and Pope was happy to oblige.

He ran the flat of his tongue through your folds, taste buds singing at the tang of your slick. A pleased hum vibrated through him. Pope pressed you into the bed, unwilling to let your wriggling and whining prevent him from burying his face in your pussy.

Your nails dug into his short hair, he pointed his tongue, drawing the tip around your clit in sharp circles before sucking the little bud, until your shrieks filled the air, “Oh fuck—Pope, don’t stop, don’t stop!”

Pope held you steady as you thrashed against him, damn near bucking him off, feeling your core tightening with each precise lick.

“Cum f’me.”

The command barely registered in your mind before Pope bit down, catching your overly sensitive bud between uneven teeth. Blindingly hot pleasure shot through you. Your back bowed off the mattress as you flooded Pope’s face, while he happily drank down everything you offered.

Lazily running his tongue over you, Pope soothed the pain as you came back down to earth, a puddle of limbs and heavy breathing.

“Still with me?” He asked, pressing soft kisses to your pussy and thighs, drawing your eyes down to him. Face shiny with your slick, and pupils blown wide like he’d consumed the most powerful drug known to man.

Beautiful. You thought, absentmindedly while he waited for a response. “Mhm—still here.”

Twisting your fingers into his collar, you drew Pope back up to you. You tore at his button up, pushing the fabric from his shoulders, exposing thick muscles and freckled skin. Then, your hands dropped to his belt, working the metal free, zipper to his jeans down, and frantically pushing the harsh material from his hips. Nimble fingers found the throbbing length barely concealed by his boxers.

“This for me?” You grasped his cock, feeling the heat through thin boxers, feeling him pulse in your palm.

“All for you.” Pope replied, shucking his boxers down his thighs, fitting his wide frame between your legs. Heavy cock settling against your pussy.

“You gonna fuck me, Pope?” You wormed your hand between your bodies, grasping the thick cock and teased the head through your slick folds, covering it in your wetness while you cooed against his lips. “Gonna fuck your nephew’s friend on his bed?—ah!”

“My bed.” Pope grunted, the air punched right out of your lungs as he sunk into you. “It’s mine. My room—my bed—my girl.”

“Oh my god!”

Pope didn’t stop, didn’t pause, just kept pressing on until every inch of him was sheathed in your tight walls. Hips flush against yours, Pope held you as you spasmed around him, body protesting the sudden stretch.

But you were a greedy young thing, that much was obvious to Pope.

The deep pressure. The feeling of being so full. You preened against his throat, hiked your legs higher around Pope’s waist, blunt nails dug into his ass as you pulled him against you, “More.”

Wet sounds filled the room. His hips met yours with a rhythmic slap! as he picked up the pace, driving his thick cock into you with so much force it had ypu scooting further up the mattress until there was nowhere else to go. Nothing else to do but cling helplessly to Pope as he caged you in and used you.

“That’s it—again, wanna see it again.” Pope growled, a rabid look clouding his eyes. “Cum—wanna feel it.”

Breathless whimpers when Pope buried himself deep, grinding his pelvic bone against your clit until you were crying. Wiggling helplessly in his arms as he forced you over the edge again, you sobbed and tried in vain to push his stone wall of a body away from your sensitive core, to no success. “Too much!”

“You can take it.” Pope dismissed. Manipulating your jelly-like limbs with ease. Pope pinned your knees to your chest, folding you open, strong fingers digging into the back of your thighs as he held you.

He felt so much deeper now. Your eyes rolled back, his balls kissing your ass with each thrust. Being filled so, so deep, you swore you could feel him brushing your lungs each time he bottomed out. Pope’s rhythm faltered, hips twitching against his will the closer he was to spilling.

“Gonna cum in you—then they’ll know.” He panted, face laxed in utter pleasure as he chased his release, fucking into you in shorter, harder thrusts. Deep, masculine groans mixing prettily with your shrill cries and pleads. “They’ll know—oh, fuck—know you’re mine.”

His abdominal muscles tightened, thick vein in his neck bulging as he reached his peak. Pope bowed, body covering yours as he collapsed down, tucking his face against your shoulder.

Your head lulled, lazily against the pillows until dazed eyes wandered over to the bedroom door.

The cracked open door.

Cracked enough to catch J standing in the hallway. A look of indifference on his face despite seeing his uncle naked, folded over his friend, fucking you in his bed.

Pope shuddered as he came—full body shakes and soft whimpering—burying himself deep as warmth filled you.

Sharp teeth found your shoulder, in an attempt to quiet himself, to ground himself. You yelped at the bite, attention drawing back to Pope before shooting back to the doorway—now empty.

You tangled your fingers in Pope’s sweaty locks and pulled, hard.

“Ow, Pope!” You swore, wiggling your shoulder away from his mouth. “That hurt!”

“Sorry.” He whispered, and you believed him. He soothed his tongue over the sore sport, pressed a singular kiss to the bite mark. “M’sorry—they’ll see. Now they’ll see. All mine.”

[abbotverse]

andrew pope cody, who isn't used to softness...

summary; andrew pope cody with a soft gf, one who treats him with so much kindness and patience, that he isn't sure how to accept it sometimes.

a/n; i just love my popey so much i cant help but write soft stuff about him, he deserves so much better </3 this is kind of a mini-birthday drabble, since pope's bday was not too long ago :3

warnings; some bad language, sm*rf mention (i hate her), some mentions of andrews bad childhood

The family Andrew grew up in was built on tough love. If he scraped a knee, he didn't expect comfort. If he made a mistake, he waited for the yelling to start. Year by year, his walls built higher and higher.

But somehow, you've managed to weasel in through the cracks. Always treating him with kindness and patience, never ever raising your voice around him. He fucks up? You say 'oh Andy, it's okay...' in the sweetest voice, heart clenching and the guilty look in his eyes.

Physical touch has always been a touchy topic for him. Smurf had a habit of weaponizing her love against her children, using each hug and kiss as a manipulation tactic. So when you, in bed, slowly curl up into Andrew's chest, soft, warm breaths hitting his collarbone? He freezes.

You do this kind of stuff all the time. In public, you'll let your hand curl into his sleeve, or hug his arm in crowds. At the start of your relationship, it always made him freeze up. But now, he waits for it. He doesn't often seek out contact first, just waits for you to do so.

But you've gotten good at reading him. His eyes keep darting to you every other second, when he wants you to curl up to him, and pull his arm over your shoulder. He'll anxiously tap his fingers when he wants to hold your hand.

And in bed, he always leaves enough room for you to curl up to him.

But what really did him in, was when one morning, he woke up without you in bed. Now, Andrew had a habit of waking up really early. He's always up hours before you, you've even joked about it. So, of course, he was worried. You out of bed before him?

He rushed to the kitchen, only to feel relief flood his veins as he saw you there. One of his shirts on, hem brushing against your thighs, as you hummed to the spatula in your hand, breakfast frying on the pan.

As if sensing him, you turned around, giving him the biggest grin possible. "G'morning, Andy!" You set the spatula down to scurry over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck for a tight hug, "Happy birthday! I got up early to make you breakfast."

His hands shook a little, before they dropped to your waist, slowly sliding to wrap around you, pulling you as close as he could. You got up early to make a birthday breakfast for him.

"Y'didn't need to do that." He murmured quietly, lips a little pursed, fighting a small smile, "I know how much you love sleep. I coulda' made breakfast.."

You knew he wasn't being ungrateful. That's just how his brain is wired. Nothing is free, that's what he learned growing up. But you keep showing up for him. Giving him love packed up in a plate of eggs and bacon. Never expecting anything back.

"It's okay..." You hummed, slowly pulling back to go back to the stove, "I can take a little nap later. I haven't made many plans for us today, just thought we could do what you wanna do. Could go surf. Or for a walk. Or jus' stay here." You offered options, carefully plating his breakfast.

Two fried eggs, an unhealthy amount of bacon (because in this house, food is measured with love!), of course some fruits and vegetables.

Setting his plate and your own down on the kitchen island, you tugged him closer by his hand. He'd practically been frozen in a trance the entire time.

"Mhm." He grunted, kissing your temple quickly before sitting down, eyes staying on you, until you sat down and started eating. "Jus' wanna be with you today. I don't really care what we do..."

He really means it too. He doesn't care what he does today, as long as you're by his side. Andrew would literally watch paint dry, if he got to sit with you while doing so.

The rest of breakfast was spent in comfortable silence, with non-stop eye contact. And somewhere between his second serving of eggs and third glass of orange juice, Andrew reached across the island, and placed his hand in yours.

[lovergirlcinema]

I’m A Good Girl, Officer

Sammy Bryant x black!reader

Summary: After Sammy’s divorce from Tammi, he has a whole new outlook on life, which also includes a whole new look. You notice that your cute neighbor has transformed into a total smoke show, but you’re quick to remind him that you wanted to crack him even when he was chubby.

Warning(s): SMUT (18+, MDNI), praise kink, dirty talk, oral (m and f receiving), officer role play, use of a mirror, objectifying Sammy Bryant and his chubby face & body😩, cum licking, unprotected sex, mentions of infidelity. 

Sammy Bryant has always had his eyes on you. I mean, who wouldn’t look at you? You’re an absolute stunner is what he’d say if anyone ever asked. You’d been his and Tammi’s neighbor for about two years before the divorce.

Each morning, when you both were heading to your respective jobs, you’d still be polite enough to yell out a “Mornin’ neighbor!” All while waving your pretty manicured nails at him. 

He’d blush each time, but he’d still offer up his own “Good morning” to you. Sammy liked having you as a neighbor. You were always polite and helpful. 

Whenever you’d have a cookout with your friends and family, you'd invite him and Tammi over. Of course, Tammi never came, but Sammy never let that stop him from going to eat good food. 

“Make yourself at home, Sammy. Come on, I’ll make your plate,” you said, tugging him along with you to the kitchen. As you passed by different members of your family, you would introduce them. 

“Say mane, you ain’t gone arrest us or nothin’ right?” Your uncle asked him. 

“No, sir, m’just here to enjoy some good food and company,” Sammy answers. 

“Uncle Leroy, leave my neighbor alone,” you said, laughing slightly as you pulled Sammy into the kitchen. The man watches quietly as you move around the kitchen and grab one of the long plates. 

You look up at him, “Do you eat potato salad?” 

Sammy nods, “Yeah, I do. Honestly, it all looks great, so load me up with it all.”

You chuckle, “I’ll hook you up. My dad makes the best ribs this side of town.” You navigate around the table as you pack Sammy’s plate with various foods. His mouth waters the more that you put on the plate.

But truly, he’d be lying to himself if he didn’t admit that his mouth was watering from the food. In actuality, the man can’t keep his eyes from trailing over your body. He can’t help the way that he notices the way that the shorts cling to your body, or how they rise each time you lean over the table. 

He’s a cop. He’s supposed to pay attention to the details that other people would miss, such as the fact that when your shirt lifts, he can see the faint glint from your belly button piercing. 

Or even the fact that he can tell that you just shaved your legs–as evidenced by the bandage on the side of your leg.

“You hurt yourself?”

“Huh?” 

When you turn to look at him, Sammy points to the bandage on the back of your leg. You look down at it and hum as though you forgot it was there. 

“Yeah, I nicked myself shaving this morning. You know how it is, playing host. You never really get time to yourself,” you explain, before sticking a fork in his plate. 

You pass the plate over to him, and he ignores the way that his skin tingles at the feel of your fingers brushing against his. Sammy follows you back into the party, where you both sit together at one of the tables. He takes the first bite of potato salad and nearly moans. 

The ribs are even better. 

“This is some of the best food I’ve had in a while,” He states, taking another bite of the ribs. 

You smirk, “Your wife not cooking many home meals?”

Sammy wipes his mouth and swallows down the food, “Not really. She does her best, but she’s not much of a cook. But I knew that when I married her.” He winces once the sentence is out and tries to save face, “She makes a great casserole.”

He cringes even harder at that sentence.

You laugh softly, “M’just teasing you, Sammy. Since you like the food so much, I’ll make you some to-go plates.”

Sammy takes his time to stare into your eyes. He analyzes the different shades of color present there and how your eyelashes perfectly complement your eyes. 

“I’d really like that. Thank you.”

“S’no problem.” 

You hold eye contact with him for a beat before breaking it once one of your cousins calls your name. You’re polite enough to include Sammy in the conversation. Actually, you’re great at reassuring him throughout the entire evening. 

Even when you’re teaching him to play Spades, you’re patient and calm with him. He finds himself laughing along with your family as they joke about you bringing a white boy around. 

You laugh loudly, “Y’all are gonna put some respect on my neighbor’s name. I’m not about to let y’all come for him like this.”

“Right, niece! Y’all ain’t coming for my friend. He said he's going to help me get rid of these parking tickets,” your uncle, Delmont, said, all while winking at Sammy. 

Sammy can’t help but admire how joyful and carefree you are when you’re with your family. It only makes him more attracted to you, especially with how welcoming you are. 

He stops the thoughts before they can even begin to manifest into a montage of images. If there’s one thing that Sammy Bryant doesn’t do is cheat. 

He knew his fair share of guys at the station who were messing around on their wives and girlfriends, but that had never been Sammy’s scene. 

He took the sanctity of marriage seriously. When he said those vows to Tammi, he meant every single word. So as much as he liked you, he’d never cross that line and hurt his wife. 

Because his parents raised him to be a lot of things, but a cheater wasn’t one of them. 

Even though he has his suspicions of Tammi, he still wouldn’t allow himself to ever cross that line. 

By the end of the night, as things are winding down, Sammy stands across from you in your yard with his to-go plates stacked together in a plastic bag. 

“Thank you again for inviting me and for the food,” He said, smiling shyly at you. 

“You’re welcome. Thanks for coming. You know it was really nice having you here, Sammy. You’re welcome to come to any future cookouts.”

He smiles, “Good, because I don’t think I ever want to miss out on your dad’s ribs.” Before he knows it, you’re stepping closer to him. He can practically feel the warmth of your body with how close you are. 

“Have a good night, Sammy.” He expects that to be the end of the conversation. What he doesn’t expect is for you to pull him into a hug. He can feel the increasing thumping of his heart beating against his chest at the feel of your body pressed to his. 

He tries to take a deep breath to calm his nerves, but that only worsens the situation because then he gets a big waft of your perfume. He circles his arm around your waist and pulls you more to him. 

You happen to move your head back to stare at him, and for a moment, he’s trapped within your gaze. He clears his throat and moves back. For a second, he allowed himself to visualize what it’d be like to have your lips pressed against his. 

He swallows roughly as the guilt starts to creep up into his body. He smiles awkwardly at you, “G’night.” 

You spare him one last smile before turning to walk back inside your house. Sammy follows suit and walks back to his house. When he gets inside, he spots Tammi sitting on the couch, watching TV and texting on her phone. 

“You’ve been gone all day. Thought I might have to file a missing person’s report,” She said, eyes flickering over his form and the bag in his hand. 

“No need for that. The neighbor and her family invited me to stay and eat with them. They were really nice,” Sammy responds.

Tammi hums. She’s not blind. She can see how pretty you are and the occasional glances that you spare Sammy’s way. Even just the fact that he was so excited to go to your house has her raising her eyebrows.

Sure, she’s already having an affair of her own, but something about the thought of you and Sammy together just makes her stomach queasy. However, it would absolve her of some guilt about her affair if Sammy were sleeping with you. 

Maybe he’d even be willing to look past what she’s doing in favor of his affair with you. 

The next day, Sammy’s on edge. 

He suspects more and more that Tammi is cheating on him. But it’s fully confirmed for him in that moment when he checks his to-go plates and sees that someone had eaten his ribs. 

Tammi doesn’t even like ribs. 

So who did she have in his house?

You’d noticed the change in Sammy since his divorce. At first, he was more withdrawn and isolated. You’d grown worried when you started to notice the usual softness and joy present in his face fading away. 

You were there for Sammy even when he started to push you away. You’d send over meals to his house, and he’d give you a soft smile, but you could always tell that the light had left his eyes.

It only got worse when he found out that the baby that he was so excited for wasn’t his. 

In that moment, Sammy Bryant decides to become a brand new man. As he looks in the mirror, he takes in his chubby cheeks and the slight curve of his stomach. He figures that he’ll start there.

He starts going to the gym more and being more mindful about what he eats. Soon, the weight practically falls off, and his face becomes slimmer. His jawline’s sharper, and the man that stares at him in the mirror is him…but not him at the same time. 

He likes it. And he’s not the only one. Sammy starts to garner a lot more attention from women on the regular patrols. They’d usually keep their eyes on Nate and disregard Sammy. 

But now, they flash heated looks and sugary smiles in his direction. It puts a certain pep in his step. Even as he goes to the bar with the guys, more women are pulling him to the side and suggesting that they come back to his place. 

He smiles politely and declines. 

He sips from his beer after he’d rejected yet another woman. Ben turns to him, “Jeez, Bryant, she was a real smoke show. I bet she would’ve been open to showing you a good time.” 

Sammy shrugs, “Nah, not my type.” 

Nate scoffs, “Not your type? What’s your type then? Oh, let me guess, your fine ass neighbor next door?” 

Sammy shoots him a warning look. Nate chuckles, “So, I’m right. Why don’t you just ask her out, man? She seems like she’s into you.”

“I don’t know. I just haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

“Well, you’d better get a move on it. Pretty girl like that. Some guy’s bound to scoop her up soon.”

Sammy knows that he’s right. You’re a beautiful woman, and not too many men would miss their opportunity to have you on their arm. Since the divorce, he’s been watching you a lot more. 

He finally feels like it’s not a sin to look at you and imagine what it’d be like to be with you. 

Which just happens to be the case now as he watches you head out to your car. You glance up, feeling his eyes on you, “Mornin’ neighbor.”

“Morning,” Sammy replies before he starts to walk over in your direction. 

You lean against your car and give him another one of those dazzling smiles, “Long time no see, Sammy. You get a brand new look and dump me.” 

You don’t hide the fact that you’re checking him out, which he really likes. 

“I’m sorry, it wasn’t you, I swear. It’s just been a lot with the divorce and then the baby…” He trails off at the end of the sentence and swallows roughly. 

It still hurts him to talk about the fact that the baby isn’t his. A cute, chubby-faced baby that Sammy was prepared to give the world to. Even after the DNA test came back negative, he tried to make it work. It was always his dream to be a father. But as all things are with Tammi, they eventually become complicated. Her affair partner was still a constant in her life, and he obviously wanted to be a part of the kid’s life. 

So Sammy did the mature thing. 

He bowed out and left. There was no point in fighting for something that would only hurt him in the end. 

“Yeah, I know. I’m sorry that you had to go through all of that, Sammy. Really. You’re a great guy,” You said, your expression softening. 

“Thanks, and thanks for being there. Those home-cooked meals meant more than you know.”

“You’re welcome. You know you’re always welcome over anytime,” You said.

Sammy smiles shyly. Even with his new look, he still found himself nervous around you. 

“I should go, but I’ll see you around, Sammy. Be careful.” With one last parting smile, you get into your car and drive away. Sammy watches you drive away and mentally scolds himself for not being brave enough to ask you out. 

It’s a random Friday night, and Sammy finds himself on patrol with Nate and Ben. There’s nothing too crazy besides them having to get a few sloppy drunks in line. Sammy’s eyes scan to the entrance of the club, and he stops once he spots you walking out with your friends. He lets his eye run down your figure in the way that the front of the dress dips dangerously to show the outline of your breasts. 

You look beautiful, and you’re practically glowing as you laugh loudly at something that one of your friends says. Your eyes scan your surroundings, and they automatically land on Sammy leaning against the patrol car. 

Sammy sees you say something to your friends before you start to walk in his direction. By this point, Nate and Ben have noticed you approaching them. Nate nudges Sammy, “Aye, Bryant, there goes your lady.”

Sammy rolls his eyes, but can’t stop the smile that covers his face. 

“Evening officers. Hi, neighbor,” You say, looking in Sammy’s direction. 

“Hi, uh..you look really nice. Girls’ night out?”

“Bachelorette Party, actually. My best friend’s getting married next week,” You reply, briefly glancing back at the group of women, who wave at you before making obscene gestures. Sammy chuckles at their antics. Your friends use his laughter as an excuse to come over and antagonize you finally. 

A woman with long faux locs and a sasha labelled “Bride” smirks while looking between you and Sammy. “Oh, so you must be the sexy neighbor that she won’t stop talking about.”

Your eyes widen, “Kamari!”

“Ooops, my bad. I’m a little tipsy officer, forget I said anything,” Kamari states before turning her gaze to Ben and Nate. “Hey, is it possible for you guys to handcuff me and put me in the back of the cop car?”

Your other friends laugh at Kamari’s suggestion, but truthfully, Ben and Nate are down to make her wish come true. You watch in amusement as Ben puts the cuffs around her wrists loosely as your other friend, Shay, takes pictures and videos of the moment.

You find that Sammy’s already looking at you, “Aren’t you gonna frisk me, Officer?”

Sammy smirks at the insinuation, “I don’t know, ma’am. Have you been a good girl or a bad girl tonight? I have to have reasonable cause for a search.”

You step closer and pretend to think it over, “I don’t know, Officer Bryant. I think I’ve been pretty bad tonight. I think you should cuff me and make sure that I’m not in possession of anything. You know, for the safety of the public and all?” You peer at him from beneath your lashes as you flash one of those dazzling smiles in his direction. 

“How much have you had to drink tonight, sweetheart?” He figures that it must be some sort of liquid courage if you’re openly flirting with him like this. 

“Not a lot. I’m playing designated driver tonight, so that means that I’m completely sober and in my right mind to flirt with you,” You mutter as you reach out to lightly touch his shirt. Your fingers play with the buttons of his shirt, and Sammy feels flush at having your hands on him.

From the side, Kamari stumbles, and you take a step back from Sammy. “I should get her home. It was nice seeing you, Sammy. Stay safe tonight.”

“Drive safely, sweetheart.” 

He watches you walk away, the dress clinging to each curve of your body. You throw a fleeting glance over your shoulder and wink at him before turning around. 

“She’s so into you, man. You gotta get in on that,” Ben suggests. 

For the first time in a while, Sammy figures that it’s time to make his move.

12:20 AM. 

That’s the precise time that Sammy makes it to his house. He briefly glances over to your house and clocks the fact that the lights are still on. 

He walks into his house, which is silent except for the sounds of his dog, Cooper, snoring from the couch. 

As Sammy showers, he’s suddenly hyper aware of his body and all of the different changes there. The slight pudge that used to sit over his pants is nonexistent. Even as he stands in the mirror and observes his jaw, which one lady stated “could cut through glass,” he just stares.

He starts to wonder if maybe Tammi wouldn’t have cheated on him if he looked like this. Was she turned off by his chubby cheeks or the feel of his stomach against hers when they had sex? 

Then he thinks about you. 

Never once during the times when he’d talked with you did you ever make him feel like he was disgusting. In fact, the only time that he ever felt wanted was when he was with you. 

The realization is what gives him the confidence to finally walk across the pathway as he stands in front of your door nervously. 

He readjusts his grip on the wine bottle as he raises his hand to knock. 

He lowers his hand, “What are you doing, Bryant? She’s probably asleep. What? You bring wine and then what?”

He jumps as the door opens. You stand in front of him with a wide grin on your face, “Are my eyes deceiving me, or are you talking to yourself at my front door, Sammy?”

Sammy blushes under your gaze. He awkwardly rubs his hand through his hair, “How’d you know I was at your door?” 

You take a small step forward and point to the side of the door, where a ring camera sits. 

“I saw you on my camera. The motion detector went off, and then I just kind of watched you psych yourself up at the door,” You respond, laughing. 

Sammy laughs right along with you. 

“I’m sorry. That was weird. I should probably go.” 

“Don’t be. It’s cute. Plus, you walked all this way, you might as well come in,” you states, leaning on the door. Frankly, it’s not like he walked far. Your house is literally only a few steps away, but implication is just far too sexy to resist. 

Sammy follows behind you into your house, and he takes the chance to look around. You’ve changed things around since the last time that he’s been here. It’s warm, cozy, and completely you. 

You navigate him towards the kitchen where you go to the cabinet to grab two glasses. 

He removes the cork from the wine glass, and you blatantly stare at the flex of his muscles. 

“Sorry if it’s not the good stuff,” He said, as he pours you both a glass. 

“It’s fine. I’ve become all too familiar with cheap wine, and truthfully, I kind of like it,” you reply. You usher him into the living with as you both sit side by side. You pull your feet up to rest on the couch as you stare at Sammy. 

“What brings you by this time of night, Officer Bryant?” You ask teasingly.

“ I wanted to see you.”

You smile, “I wanted to see you, too. I was hoping that you’d stop by.”

“You looked really beautiful tonight,” Sammy announces, eyes briefly flickering down to your bare legs.

“Thank you. You looked pretty hot in your uniform.”

He smiles bashfully, “Yeah? That’s seems to be the consensus among everyone these days. Guess they didn’t really like the way that I looked in the uniform back then. Nobody likes a chubby guy, you know?”

He tries to laugh at the end of the joke to take the sting away, but it still hurts. The insecurity of it all stillhurts. 

You set your glass down the table before turning to look at him. He wants to smooth the frown out of your pretty face. 

“Is that really what you think of yourself, Sammy? Don’t get me wrong, you’re hot like this, but I liked you when you had a little weight on you, too. You were fluffy.” 

Sammy chuckles, “Fluffy? Like a bunny?”

“Yeah, like a bunny. You always looked like you were good at cuddling and like you could keep a girl warm on a cold night,” you explain, your expression darkening. 

You scoot closer to him on the couch until your legs are touching his. You trail yours eyes across his form and suddenly, he just feels so naked under your gaze. 

He finds himself leaning in closer to your face, but you stop him. You stand from the couch and hold your hand out to him, “Come on, I wanna try something.” 

Sammy’s like a little puppy with how he willingly lets you lead him throughout your house. He eyes the various pictures frames that have you and your family in them. His heart is hammering against his chest as you both get closer to what he presumes is your bedroom. 

It also doesn’t help that he can feel himself hardening in the grey sweatpants. You push the door open lightly as he finally catches a full view of your room. 

The big bed sits neatly in the middle of the room, but what catches his eye more is the huge mirror that sits in front of the bed. Sammy’s mind goes to less innocent scenarios, such as you pleasuring yourself in front of the mirror. 

You turn to face his as you both stand in front of the bed. “Is it okay if I touch you, Sammy?”

He nods, wide eyes seeking your approval.

You click your tongue, “No, baby, you’re an officer, you know how important consent is.”

He swallows the saliva that fills his mouth, “Yes, you can touch me. You can do whatever you want to me, doll.”

“Good because I wanna make you feel good tonight.” Your fingers reach out to lightly squeeze the bulge that peeks through the sweatpants. He jumps in anticipation. 

Your hands grasp the edge of his shirt before you lift it above his head. The fabric falls carelessly to the floor. Sammy suddenly feels very shy under your gaze. 

You pull his body to yours with the drawstring of his sweats. You peer up at him, “I want you to kiss me, Sammy.”

He doesn’t need much else after that as he lips descend upon yours. Sammy’s lips move across yours, and it feels like he’d devouring you. But truthfully, you don’t know how much, he’s been waiting to finally touch you. 

You moan softly at the feel of his tongue sliding into your mouth. You can taste the faint hint of mint on Sammy’s tastebuds. You move your hands up to cup his face, “You know how many hours I spent thinking about this face? Sammy, I’d literally cum to the thought of sitting on your face.” 

You move your lips to the side and press a kiss to his cheek, “I was always happy whenever I’d get to see your sweet face in the morning.” 

As expected, he blushes. You slide your hands from his face down to his stomach, which is now lean with abs and a visible v-line running down. Your hands grasp the side of his waist.

“I really liked your stomach.” Sammy’s mouth goes dry as he watches you to come to stand behind him. You turn his face to the mirror, “Eyes on the mirror, baby. I want you to watch every single thing I’m doing to you.”

He watches you bite your lip through the mirror, “You wanna know what I fantasized about when it came to your stomach?”

“Tell me,” Sammy orders gruffly. 

 Your manicured hands slide down the length of his body before you dig your nails into his stomach. 

“I used to think about you and me together. I thought about you laying your body atop of mine, and you thrusting away. But you wanna know what really turned me on? I couldn’t stop thinking about your belly rubbing up against mine. It didn’t turn me off at all. Means that you’re eating good. Can I make you feel good?”

“Please,” he whimpers, as he leans back in your hold. 

You gently usher him to sit in the middle of the bed. Grasping the sides of his sweatpants, you pull them down as his dick slaps against his stomach. 

You kneeling between Sammy’s legs, staring up at him all pretty. 

“I wanna see you too,” Sammy said, softly. 

You lean back to toss your shirt over your head. Sammy’s greeted with the sight of your beautiful breasts as the air starts to harden your nipples.

“You look beautiful,” Sammy states. 

“Thank you, baby. So do you. Now let me make you feel good,” you tell him, to which he nods.

You take his length in your hands and slide your tongue across his tip to collect the precum dripping there. 

Sammy shudders in your hold. Licking up the underside of his dick, you allow your glossed lips to cover his tip. Lifting up, you swirl your tongue around like you’re licking a lollipop. 

“You taste so good, baby. Just like I knew you would.” Sammy jumps and moans loudly at the feel of you enveloping his full length into your mouth. He pulls your curly hair out of your face so that he can stare at you. 

You look at the Sammy the entire time as you move your head up and down. When you move up again, you allow a large amount of saliva to trail over Sammy’s tip before slurping it back into your mouth.

“Baby…fuck…that feels so good,” Sammy moans, his face scrunching up in pleasure. 

You moan around him at the praise and Sammy finds his hips lifting each time to meet your mouth. Quite frankly, you’re happy to see him prioritizing his own pleasure and wants. You know he deserves it after everything that Tammi put him through. 

Sammy feels the creeping of the orgasm rising in his body before he can fully comprehend it. His mind feels frazzled as he moans unabashedly in the room. He tries to push you back a little, “Baby…”

But you already know what that means, and you’re not letting your man miss out having his pleasure. Hallowing your cheeks more, Sammy moans increase as you fully submerge yourself to the base of his length, pushing your nose into the ginger hairs at the base of his dick. 

Stars burst beneath his eyes as his orgasm starts. He moans and whimpers as the ropes of cum leave him. You obediently drink him down and move up at the sheer amount of cum that floods your mouth. 

With him now out of your mouth, you point his leaking dick at your chest as the white liquid paints your breasts like a canvas. 

The last bit of Sammy’s white release trails lazily down the side of his dick. You catch the liquid before it can drop on the bed and bring it to your mouth. Sammy’s dick jumps at the sight of your wet mouth, along with your bare chest painted with him cum. 

“Come here, sweetheart,” He orders. 

You stand in front of him, bare and waiting. Sammy surprises you when he moves his face closer to your body and his tongue flicks out to swipe the cum away from your nipple. The ginger-haired man fully wraps his lips around your nipples as he sucks gently. Sammy repeats the action on your other breast before moving to lick the remaining remnants of his cum from your chest.

Once you’re cleaned up to his satisfaction, he connects his mouth to yours. You both kiss messily as the faint trace of him remains on your tongues. 

Gently laying you down on the bed, Sammy hovers above you. He presses light kisses down the length of your body. He grabs your hips in his hands as he slides your sleep shorts down your legs and discard them on your floor. 

“M’gonna make you feel good too, baby. For the next couple of days, all I want is the taste of you in my mouth,” He explains, laying down between your legs. 

Kissing up your thighs, Sammy nips at your thighs before soothing the bites over with his tongue. Truthfully, he wants to mark you. He wants to leave this bedroom knowing that some part of him is still imprinted on your body. 

Sammy pushes your legs back and is greeted with the sight of your glistening folds. Leaning down, he collects the slick that gathers at your entrance on his tongue and licks a long stripe towards your clit. 

It seems like just from that small taste, it incites Sammy to fully bury his face into your pussy. You lean up on your elbows as you watch his head move back and forth. 

Stuffing your hand into his curls, your jaw drops at the feel of the man eating you out like you were his last meal on Earth. 

“Sammy…”You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head. How could Tammi be this stupid and give an eater like Sammy up? 

Admittedly, this is the first time that a man’s been able to bring you the edge so quickly just off of head alone. Sammy’s Bryant a dangerous man, and you’d definitely be willing to fight anyone before you gave up your best eater. 

With one last suck to your clit, you’re exploding on Sammy’s tongue. He watches as your back arches from the bed. It brings a huge sense of pride to his chest at the fact that he’s making you feel so good. 

You breathe heavily and laugh, “If I knew you were this good, I would have came to your house sooner.” 

Sammy licks his lips, tasting the remaining juices on his face. “I think we both have a lot to make up for baby.”

Leaning up, you pull his lips to yours, “Well, we can start now.” You grasp his hardened dick in his hand, “I’d love to feel you inside me.”

Reaching over to the bedside drawer, Sammy pulls out a condom and slides it over his length. 

“Yeah, baby, we got a lot to make up for.”

From that moment, you instantly become Sammy’s girl and there isn’t a thing that he won’t do for you. Sammy feels good about his relationship with you. For the first time in a while, he feels valued and less like a burden. 

Knowing that you found him attractive in every single state sent a wave of flutters throughout his chest each time. 

Naturally, the guys at the station teased him for getting a woman as beautiful as you. He’d heard his fair share of “You sure you can handle all that, Bryant?” But truthfully, Sammy had excelled at proving that he could handle you. 

The man was practically manhandling you all throughout his house. He got off on seeing just how much he could make you cum. He always kept a perceptive eye on you as he liked watching you cum, and seeing how overwhelmed you got by the orgasm. 

He liked knowing that he was the only one making you feel good. 

Even the first time that you’d let him go raw inside you, Sammy Bryant had literally turned you every way but loose. 

You still didn’t see how Tammi could ever cheat on the man when he was putting it down like this. 

Speaking of Sammy’s ex-wife, she’d started to become a rather bothersome nuisance. She’d heard around town that Sammy had started seeing a new woman. So imagine her surprise when she spots you and Sammy walking hand-in-hand in the grocery store with love sick smiles on your faces.

It’s also not lost on Tammi how good he looks. This wasn’t the same Sammy Bryant who’d divorced her months ago. 

No, he actually looked happy with you. 

She swallows down the sting of bitterness. As the saying goes, you never know what you have until it’s gone. And Tammi was surely recognizing that now. 

Sammy gets off on Friday and heads home to take off his uniform. He’d already since logged his body cam back in at the station. He parks in front of his house and walks in, just as he smells food wafting through the home. 

He smiles at the realization that you’re here and you’re cooking for him. He’d given you a key to his house pretty early on the relationship, and he didn’t regret it. As far as Sammy was concerned, he was serious about his relationship with you. 

Sure, the sex was great, but there wasn’t a moment that he didn’t enjoy spending with you. He loved the fact that he was able to get to know you on a more deeper and intimate level. 

He spots you stirring away at the stove. His eyes zero in on the pretty dress your wearing and how it rides up when you move. 

Gently walking up behind you, Sammy wraps his arms around your waist. 

“Evenin’ ma’am. I’m Officer Bryant with the LAPD. I’m here to discuss something serious with you, you might if I search your person for anything?” Sammy questions.

You smirk, you already know this is about to end with you cumming around Sammy. You turn the stove off as you turn your head slightly to the side, “Of course, Officer. May I ask what’s this about?”

“Well, ma’am, I have reasonable cause to suspect that you’re harboring something deadly on you. Now, do I have your consent to frisk you?”

You laugh lowly, which Sammy catches as he chuckles.

“I don’t know, Officer Bryant. Do you have a search warrant.?”

Sammy raises his eyebrows in amusement, “M’afraid I don’t ma’am. But I could take you down to the station and it’d be a lot longer. I think it’d be easier if you just consented here.” He trails his fingers down to the edges of your dress. 

“Okay, Officer Bryant, you have my permission,” you respond. 

Sammy navigates you away from the stove and to the the nearby counter. “Hands in front of you where I can see them, ma’am. Spread your legs for me.” 

You follow Sammy’s orders as you spread your legs more. You can already feel the panties between your legs becoming wet with freakiness of it all. 

Starting at your chest, Sammy gently pats his hands along your body. He gets to your breasts and cups them in his hands. You lean into his touch. Patting along your waist, Sammy moves his mouth close to your ear, “Have you been a good girl, sweetheart?”

“Mhmm..I’m always a good girl for you, Officer.” Sammy hums before kneeling behind you. 

He trails his hands up your legs as he reaches the hem of your dress. He pushes the fabric over your hips and whistles at the sight of your panties clinging to your wet pussy. 

“Now what do we have here, sweetheart? Is this getting you all hot and bothered?” Sammy asks, as he swipes his fingers along the damp center of your panties. 

“Tell you what, sweetheart. I’ll make a deal with you. I got a little situation going on if you catch my drift. You help me out and I’ll let you go scot free,” Sammy suggests. 

“Okay, Officer Bryant. We can do that,” You state, subtly waving your hips in his face. In response, Sammy pulls the wet material down your legs as he stuff it in the back of his pocket. 

He practically salivates at seeing how wet you are. 

Standing up behind you, Sammy unbuttons his pants and pulls them down just enough before guiding his tip to your entrance. 

You bend over more as you arch your back. You and Sammy moan in unison as he slides into you. 

“God baby, you feel so good,” he mutters against your shoulder. He has to pause due to how your warm walls encircle around him. 

Pulling back lightly, Sammy thrusts forward, which makes you let out a soft moan. He starts a steady pace as he rocks in and out of you. The man looks down at his your pussy stretches around him, and at the white creaminess that coats the base of his dick. 

You know Sammy’s watching. He’s always been a fan of looking at your bodies being connected. You start to thrust back as your ass bounces against his thrusts.

Sammy reaches around to close his hand around your throat as his movements increase. The loud sound of skin slapping fills the kitchen space. You and Sammy are so utterly lost in the moment that neither of you pays attention to the woman, who stands gobsmacked in the kitchen. 

Tammi doesn’t know what she expected to find when she came back to her former house. All day, she’d talked herself up to come back to the house. She had said that she would tell Sammy that she’d forgotten something, then being the nice guy that he is, he’d let her in. 

She expected that they talk, reminisce on the good old days before they’d talk about how much they missed each other. Them missing each other would lead to them kissing and then they’d go at each other like rabbits.

At least, that’s the scenario that Tammi planned in her head. However her plan was severely flawed from the jump. As soon as she had gotten to the house, she’d knocked and knocked. Not that you and Sammy would be able to hear over the sounds of your lovemaking. 

So Tammi got desperate and used her old key, which has led her to the current moment. Having to watch her ex-husband fuck you like it’s the last thing he’ll ever get to do. Her eyes zero in on Sammy’s hand wrapped around your throat, and how much pleasure you seem to be in. 

Tammi has to admit it to herself, Sammy’s always been a phenomenal lay and even better when it came to giving head. But as she watches him here with you, a large flare of envy creeps into her mind. 

Here you were reaping all of the good benefits of Sammy. The parts of him that she had neglected.

With one last thrust, you and Sammy moan loudly as your mutual climaxes erupt. Sammy holds your body flush to his as you can feel the white spurts of cum shooting against your womb. 

You laugh softly, “You keep cumming in me like this, Sammy, we’re gonna be picking out baby names.”

“Wouldn’t bother me, one bit, honey.”

You’re both startled at the sound of keys hitting the floor. You both look at the former Mrs. Bryant as she stands awkwardly in the doorway. 

Sammy pulls his pants up as he smooths your dress down, “Tammi, what are you doing here? How’d you even get in?”

The blonde woman blushes in embarrassment, “I was coming by to talk and I knocked, but you weren’t answering.” 

Her eyes flicker over to you, “I can see why now. You know, I always knew that you liked him. You’d look at him whenever he came out of the house. I guess you were just waiting on your chance to swoop in and steal him from me.” 

Sammy scoffs, “Oh, come off of it, Tammi. Last I checked, you cheated on me, and we’re divorced so you can stop with the whole ‘woe is me’ bullshit.”

“I just wanted to talk, Sammy. You remember when we used to do that?”

“Yeah, I do. I always remember that you used to not cheat on me either, or maybe the fact that you got pregnant with his kid. God, Tammi, nothing that I ever did was ever gonna be enough for you,” Sammy states, running a hand through his hair. You place a reassuring hand on his back. 

Tammi sees it. She also sees the way that Sammy’s body visibly relaxes in your hold. She isn’t dumb. She sees what’s going on here, and she swallows down the acidity as it crawls up her throat. 

Sammy is in love with you. 

It’s just as clear cut as it needs to be. There’s no chance of reconciliation for her and Sammy because she’d already lost his love to you. 

Even with the way that she can see Sammy grasping your fingers between his, it solidifies the moment.

“I shouldn’t have came. I’m sorry, Sammy.” 

She turns to leave the house until Sammy calls her name. She’s honestly expecting him to make some grand speech in front of you about how he would always love her and how he wants them to be friend. 

But that doesn’t come. 

Sammy holds his hand out, “I need my key back to my house.” Tammi’s eyes widen as she fishes the key from the key chain. She slides into Sammy’s hand and watches as he hands it over to you. 

“Aren’t you at least gonna walk me out, Sammy?”

You roll your eyes as Sammy huffs in annoyance. He’s about to take a step forward until you stop him, “I’ll walk her out, baby.” 

Sammy watches as you usher Tammi to the door. You both disappear around the corner. She turns to face you, “It won’t last with you two. Sammy and I have history together. He isn’t gonna throw it all away for some fling.”

You laugh, like actually downright laugh in her face. “Honey, was that for you or me? I seem to recall you threw all of your history with Sammy away for some fling. You even let him knock you up. You never deserved Sammy. He’s a great man, who you took for granted. But hey, I should be thanking you. If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have him. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m about to go fuck my man again.” 

Before she can respond, you close the door in her face. You walk back into the kitchen where Sammy is standing. 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even know she still had a key. And for the record, you’re not just a fling to me. I’ve never been happier than when I’m with you.” He takes a second to pause, “I love you, sweetheart. I know it may be too soon to say this but I’d like to spend the rest of my life with you.”

That pretty smile that made Sammy fall for you covers your face. You step forward to cup his face in your hands, “I love you too, Sammy. And for the record, I like the idea of spending the rest of my life with you.” 

Sammy leans down to press his lips against yours. When he pulls back, he keeps his forehead pressed to yours, “Thank you for being here and loving me at every stage. There hasn’t been a moment where I had to wonder if I was worthy enough to be with you.”

Your eyes soften, “Sammy, I’ll always spend every moment reminding you of why you deserve the world.”

He smiles, “And I’ll make sure that I spend every moment making sure that I’m giving it to you.” 

“Good. Now, are we eating or going for another round?”

Sammy laughs loudly, “Let’s eat, then I can show you all the ways that I love you.”

“I like the sound of that.”

End.

Taglist (if you’re tagged here, it just means that you’re on my Shawn Hatosy list☺️):

@cosmicneptune @abschaffer2 @slvtformyman @naibaby @blyffe

@plan3tch1ld @mauvecherie-writes

@xxohsnapitspatxx @accountforreading123

@danielle143 @butterpas2 @thebabykashmere

@1dhoe93 @heyyimmisunderstood @chubbyblackhottie @playgurlxoxo @hollddgk

@tyinek @dynasty1996 @a-true-janian-reply

@nainai5243 @amacohet @blueblizzardreview

@itzpixiebabe @periesque @ace-spades-1

@silovicbaird @no-effortlol @thatonecarebear

@pitstop-piastri @slytherclaw1978 @closetednerd @ifyoubewooedingoodtime

@mirathebookworm @irissunshines @beas-mind @kellthegreatest @twilight0306

@expensiveazzqu33n @hi-im-dr-spencer-reid

@osoyums @jsamara52 @tinypalacehumanpsychic @anniebelsworld2

@spicypsionthunder @ynniksslirg @xoscar03

@straykids1011 @gg-trini @a-lumos-in-the-nox

@kittykaylat1987 @iloveejackabbott @abbotsangel @mskarter213 @melissa66orion

@rufles2 @lifeainteasy-browneyedgirl

[drjabbotswife]

im just saying, is pope's girl was a wheelchair user, Craig would ask her if she can pop a wheelie

[bram-stoners]

You’re in the wind, I’m in the water

[iceyngi]

Hi! Loveee your writing. Currently obsessed with John Logan and was just wondering if I could request a quick blurb about him becoming captain? Reader is so proud of him and keeps calling him captain casually which he loves, at first is kinda shy but maybe when things turn a little bit heated and he get’s kinda dominant and gets his confidence about the whole thing whilst he gets praised for how good a job he does etc and makes her call him captain a lot in bed? Hope that makes sense

O Captain! My Captain!

☄︎ Warnings: suggestive language and touching ☄︎ Rating: Mature (🔞). Semi-Smut. ☄︎ Words: 741 ☄︎ AN: hiii lovely anon! i had to condense this down a lil to fit into a blurb, hope you still enjoyyyy xx

From the moment Logan 'casually' dropped the news that Garrett had picked him to be the next Hawks captain, you'd been 'casually' dropping his new title into conversation. ​"Morning, Captain." "How was class today, Captain?" "You look really hot, Captain."

​Every single time, he would look away with a shy flush creeping up his neck, muttering for you to cut it out. But, for as much as he protested, you could also see the way his chest puffed out jussst a little every time you said the word.

​A few nights later, you were lying on your side, propped up by your elbow as your fingers trailed absentminded circles over his bare chest. ​Logan was lying flat on his back, staring straight up at the ceiling with one arm bent under his head, his jaw tight as his mind shouted in the quiet room.

​You knew that look. The excitement had worn off and now, he was overthinking it all, letting the pressure get to him. You weren't going to have that.

​"What's on your mind, Captain?" you whispered softly, your index finger drawing circles over his heart.

​Logan's sigh was louder, more dramatic, than he intended. He looked down from the ceiling, his eyes resting on you. He caught your hand for a second, his thumb tracing over the backs of your knuckles, before letting it go with a self-deprecating laugh.

​"I just... I want to make sure I do this right," he muttered, looking back up. "Be the captain that they deserve."

​"Hey, look at me," you said, softly but firmly. You shifted closer, your hand starting its journey over his chest again. "You were a captain long before that 'C' got stitched onto your jersey."

​"You really think so?" His voice was thick with stubborn self-doubt.

​Your hand trailed lower, tracing the firm line of his abs beneath the sheets. "I've never seen anybody more dedicated when their mind is set on something. You always lead by example. Communication skills? A1. You're an amazing player, and... you look hot doing it."

​"I'm not sure looking hot is a requirement for captain," he laughed, his chest rumbling beside you.

​Shifting closer until your chest pressed against his side, your breath fanned his neck as your hand slipped under the waistband of his boxers, gently stroking him.

​"Maybe not officially." Your voice dropped seductively, your lips brushing against the skin right under his jaw. "But it's definitely a perk for your biggest fan. I'm so proud of my captain." You paused, the corner of your mouth lifting into a playful smirk as your eyes met his. "Besides, we already know how great you are at taking the lead."

​Before you could wrap your hand around his hardening erection, Logan rolled over, shifting until his weight was fully pressed onto you. He barely gave you a second to react before he grabbed your wrist, pulling you out of his boxers and pinning your hand firmly to the mattress beside your head.

It's like something snapped inside of him, the sound of you calling him captain in this way echoing through his head.

​"Oh, captain..."

​He leant down and kissed you.

​It wasn't like the soft kisses he had given you earlier. It was demanding and all-consuming, his tongue slipping past your lips with an intense hunger that made your head spin.

​When he finally pulled back, you fought to catch your breath, completely dazed. His free hand immediately slipped between your legs, finding the slick dampness waiting there for him.

​Your hips bucked up into his touch. "Fuck, feels so good, captain."

​His fingers glided through your wetness, intentionally avoiding your throbbing clit. "You like how it feels, baby?" The words came out as a growl, sending shivers down your spine.

​"Yes," you gasped, your eyes squeezing shut. "More. Please, Loge."

​"Ah, ah," he tutted. His thumb applying a sudden pressure to your clit, making your toes curl. He leant down, his lips brushing against your ear as his hand kept moving between your legs. "You’ll address me by my proper title."

​"Captain," you whimpered, hips bucking helplessly into him. "Captain, please."

He let out a satisfied him as he shifted, sliding down the mattress until he was sat between your legs.

“Now, be a good girl for your captain,” he murmured, his hands gripping your inner thighs to push them wide, “and spread those pretty legs of yours for me.”

Off Campus Masterlist

[sugartalkingwrites]

MDNI +18

pope and his possessive girlfriend who he didn't really believe when she initially told him she had jealousy issues. it starts to come out in somewhat... subtle ways; slotting yourself into his side or onto his lap at any moment you feel like your territory is being threatened, leaving hair clips/ties in his car on purpose, or even wearing body glitter that will undoubtedly leave traces everywhere. it's not until craig makes a comment that you're marking your territory on pope like a dog does he seem more aware of it. craig points out to him that only a "crazy chick" leaves a trail of hickeys down neck that undoubtedly lead further down popes body then where he can see. by this point, there's really no stopping you and, frankly, pope didn't want to.

a sense of warmth, pride bloomed in his chest every time you placed yourself in his embrace. sitting on his lap, taking his arms to wrap them around your waist or guide his hand to slide in the back pocket of your pants while you pressed into him at any given moment. sitting in craig's bar, on a stool with pope standing beside you when a girl walks by making eyes at him, he couldn't describe the exact reason why he felt the carnal need to pound you into the next day when you tugged him by the belt loops of his jeans until he stood between your legs. or even why he felt himself stiffening his jeans when you slid your hand on his hip beneath his shirt, nails grazing his abdomen and v-line, tugging him down by his hair with your freehand to kiss him heatedly. slipping your tongue in his mouth, kissing like two teenagers who've had their first taste of each others flesh, all the while you're staring the poor girl down who thought she could ever stand a chance against coming between you and him. he felt a small inkling to maybe say something when he watched you stick your foot out and smirk watching the girl tumble. the poor girl who was pancaked on the floor had brushed up against him in her drunken stupor while making her way around the pool. but he couldn't, not when you looked at him so sickeningly sweet.

he definitely should've checked you on the bratty possessive behavior when he brought you back home for the typical cody family dinner. baz had brought cath so it was only right that he brought you along. over the years, cath's resentment towards baz for the life he had brought her into had grew tenfold when she watched you take the life she could've had with pope. of course, she never loved pope the way that you did, the way he deserved. it didn't stop her from feeling like maybe there was a chance to get that back. it was only a moment, to anyone else it was fleeting but to you, to you it was like time had frozen and you were seeing red. pope was on his usual cleaning frenzy after dinner and cath came into "help". the context of situation was irrelevant, all you could focus on was the way she was looking at him, hand on his arm and eyes desperately searching for any indication that maybe he'd want her still. their backs were to you when you slammed the wine glass onto the floor, shattering it to millions of glittering pieces. pope's body jumps a bit at the sheer surprise before he's immediately rushing over to check on you, tears welling in your eyes as you mumble 'm'so sorry'. cath's hand drops to her side as she watches the way coddled you, checking for cuts and making sure your okay. he had dropped his attention from her so quickly their should've been no doubt in her mind that the version of pope that loved her wasn't there anymore. she should've really known when she saw the cold stare in your eyes when just for a beat, you pulled back the sniffling so she could really see who pope belonged to.

even more so, cath should've know when she passed by pope's bedroom where the door was cracked ever so slightly. in his haste to taking you back to his bedroom, you seemingly forgot to close his bedroom door all the way. pinning your body beneath his as his pants pooled around his ankles, your bottoms discarded somewhere in the room in the room as he fucks you. your nails are clawing at his back, crying his name with every slap of his hips against yours, cunt drawing him in deeper with squeeze and desperate plea that slipped past your lips. your eyes drifted to that crack, seeing her standing there. tears slipped out of yours.

"you love me andy? do-do you love me?" the question is for him but you're looking dead at her.

"love you so fucking much, angel," he grunts into your neck, punctuating every word with a wet kiss to your neck. his thrusts unrelenting.

"only me andy? you only love me right?" it's desperate, needy. he was right in the palm of your hand but the fear and doubt lingered in the back of your mind. you haven't torn your gaze away, the pleasure so intoxicating it's playing games with your vision. if she was really standing there watching you both like this.

"only you... only you sweetheart. only one i love– fuck, i'm gonna fill this pretty pussy up... oh god, i love you... i only love you–"