#sedate me

[sillychillidog]

this twink someone shoot him

[random-cockroach]

*sounds of epilepsy and dying coughing while digging coffin* This is not canon I just desperately needed them to be happy for one day, Spellbound au by Keferon The Bengsons - Hundred days

[cherryambition]

Love to Keep Me Warm

A/N: No one look at me I'm sweating my ass off wishing it was colder and here we are just a little blurb about taking Popey to the Midwest

~18+ MDNI please~

"Andrew, I don't think you're gonna need all that," you smile, leaning your shoulder against the doorframe of the bathroom.

Pope has his clothes laid out on the hotel bed. A thick coat, gloves, a scarf, and he's even considering those hand warming packets to stick in his pockets, all on top of the thick hoodie he's already wearing.

"Are you kidding me? I saw my breath on the way in," he glances back at you.

You walk up behind him and slide your hands around his midsection, pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

You thought it would be fun to bring Pope back to your hometown for a visit. Show him where you grew up, let him experience the magic of a Midwest winter. But Pope was not built for this. He's being a trooper, strong and stoic as usual, but you can tell he's missing the California sun.

"Don't worry, baby," you say, your lips still pressed into the material of his hoodie, "I'll keep you warm."

"D'you know that skin to skin contact is best for transferring body heat?" he says, tugging on your arm.

You round in front of him, sliding your hands into the pocket of his hoodie. "Yeah?" you raise an eyebrow.

Pope plays with the zipper of your jacket, tugging on it gently. Not enough to drag it down, but enough to imply as much. You wrap your hand around his, gently lowering the zipper down, down, down, until your jacket falls open.

“This weather has you wearing too many clothes,” he mumbles.

“Do something about it,” you say, spurring him further.

And while it's 38 degrees outside with a 25 degree windchill, you're inside, hot and sweaty, with Pope pressed completely against you from behind. He has one hand in a bruising grip on your hip, and the other reaching around between your legs, his dick sliding in and out like it's his job.

Pope buries his face in the crook of your neck, breath hot and kisses wet. You're completely surrounded by him, his voice, his touch, and every gruff, bitten off noise in your ear makes your heart race and your core heat up even more.

You reach behind you, gently scratching at his scalp to bring his face closer.

"See? S'not so bad," you say, breathy and blissful.

Pope pistons his hips inside you a few more times before finding release, your bodies pressed completely together as he empties out inside you.

You're both panting, coming down from your shared high. Instead of pulling out immediately, Pope just wraps his arms tighter around you, pulling you closer, licking salty sweat from your neck.

"Yeah, the cold is fucking great," he grumbles, "as long as we stay in here, like this."

[li-rheinn]

[cat-catley]

WHAT ARE WE DOING. this is so reminiscent of their faces during wanna go for the title oliverstarkvoice yeah that was super gay

[i-like-sour-sweets]

He contains multitudes

[olivesbrain]

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[marshiir]

Happy almost Halloween walten nation

Also rotpr anniversary soon whoop whoop

🎵 : One way or another - blondie