#craig cody smut

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

What if the reader has been bugging Craig to trim his facial hair and he finally says that if she wants it done, she has to do it. So they go into the bathroom and she makes him sit down so she can reach his face (activate size kink). She straddles his lap to trim his beard and when she's done he ends up playfully picking her up and manhandling her into the shower (no points for guessing where I got that from 😏).

Viking

Summary: That monstrosity of a beard has to go!!

Pairing: Craig Cody x fem!Reader

Word Count: -1.7k

Content Warnings: Domestic Smut 18+!, Mentions Of Covid-Lockdowns (Ugh..), Pet Names, Sloppy Shower Sex, Unprotected P In V, Creampie

A/N: This request has been collecting dust in my inbox for over a year now… Gemma, I’m so so so sorry but still: SURPRISE!!! (Please no one talk to me about Ben’s current short haircut, okay?! I’m still in active denial about it…)

I'm low-key embarrassed to post this bcs I'm so terribly rusty crusty in writing Craig...

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@hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog @ysmmsy

Out of the corner of your eye, you shot Craig next to you a glance. Both of you were busy brushing your teeth and the only sound present was the scrubbing of plastic bristles between your jaws.

“What?” He huffed, pausing in his movement for a moment whilst meeting your assessing gaze.

“Your beard.” You stated bluntly, pulling the toothbrush from your mouth, ready to spit the amalgamation of liquified toothpaste and saliva into the sink below.

“What’s with that?” His eyebrows knit together in a slight wave of confusion as he watched you emptying your mouth before flushing it with a cap of mouthwash right after.

“It’s…uhm, it’s kinda grown a bit, don’t you think?” You turned your head to look at him again, dollops of frothed-up, minty toothpaste splattered all throughout that hairy monstrosity covering the lower half of his face.

“And?” Craig pushed, still not really getting the notion of what you were on about.

“It looks dirty…it’s giving a little homeless, Craig.” A grin formed around your lips as you watched his facial expression render into a small pout.

Following you, he cleared his mouth from the toothpaste and placed the brush back into a cup, where it awaited its next use right next to yours.

“Just a little homeless, yeah?” Craig playfully nudged your side with his elbow.

“No actually, it’s giving full-on caveman style… Viking wildman unkempt.” It fell from your mouth in a chuckle although you meant every word of it.

“Uh-huh..”, He gathered some water from the faucet in the curved palm of his broad hand to wash the leftover toothpaste residue out of his beard, “And you are so incredibly bothered by that, yeah? Am I getting that right?”

With a soft smile ghosting over his lips, Craig cocked an eyebrow at you whilst still leaning over the sink, droplets of water cascading through the scruffy mess of chestnut-brown facial hair.

“Yes, in fact, you are getting that right.” You stated, reciprocating that little pout and crossing your arms in front of your chest.

“Well, if you feel so unspeakably distressed by the pure manliness in my face you better be the one to trim it because I, for sure, won’t.” He shut the faucet off, throwing you a teasing glance.

“Be my guest, Craig!”, He didn’t need to hand you that invitation twice, “Let me grab them scissors while you sit down right here.”

You pointed your head toward the wide edge of the bathtub behind you before you leaned down to fish for a pair of barber-grade scissors from the drawer below the sink. On occasion, you used them to cut your own hair, a little thing you’d taught yourself during the seemingly endless lockdowns not so long ago.

“Okay, okay, Miss Beard-Police.” In an amicable mocking manner, Craig threw his hands up a little whilst walking past you to take a seat on the edge of the bathtub. 

Even in a sitting posture, Craig was tall. Stupidly tall as you liked to call it at times. His broad shoulders easily cupped your frame when he hugged you and getting on your toes for a kiss barely helped. 

“Don’t be such a pussy about it, Craig, it just needs a good trim and some shape to it. It’s not like I wanna cut it all off.” You stated in a gentle chuckle, your brows furrowing at the thought of where to start with this eyesore.

“I’m not a pussy about it.”, He taunted you playfully, “May I remind you that you never, not once complained about this piece of art in my face when you sat on it, huh?”

“Uh…hearsay! Dismissed!” You shot right back, leaning in to twirl the chin section of his beard together to separate it from the rest.

“Pfft, dismissed…” Craig scoffed in amusement, rolling his eyes a little as he watched you doing your work. 

As soon as the middle part was sectioned off, you trimmed the outer sides first for a good few parts, cut-off bristles raining down all over his chest and collarbone. 

“Oh no…that feels like a lot..” He sighed play-pretend melodramatically, letting his shoulders hang loose.

“You sound like me at the hairdresser’s…pussy.” It rolled over your tongue in a quiet cackle.

“Daring today are we, hm?” Craig arched his brows at you whilst you straightened the middle part out again to match it in its length and form, acknowledging how much he treasured that grown-out goatee situation.

“Oh, are we feeling a lil’ triggered by your woman being in the right here, huh?” You pushed it further, administering some final snips to bring the whole thing together.

“There we go. All done and presentable again.” Satisfied with your work, you took a step back and placed the scissors on the sink.

With an uncertain expression on his face, Craig got up from the edge of the bathtub to take a look at himself in the mirror. For a moment, he studied his face, taking in the freshly cut and finely shaped form of his beard.

“It’s…hmhmm, it’s not too bad.” He concluded after a moment, turning his head towards you again. 

“See?” You nodded in agreement.

“But now…”, Craig started out before taking a wide step towards you to simply pick you from the tiles underneath your bare feet, “I got all those flimsy, cut-off hairs on me and that calls for a shower now, no?”

A halfway laughed-out shriek fell from your lips as you recognized his buff arms raising you off the floor, heaving you right into the tub before he stepped in himself. 

“Come here..” He pulled you right under the showerhead with him, opening up the faucet for a stream of comfortably cool water to wash over your bodies. 

Although the days neared the end of summer, the humid Californian heat was still rather unbearable hence the cold wetness running over your skin came as a welcome refreshment. You sighed out in relief before you felt Craig’s lips latching onto yours in a hungry kiss.

With eyes closed, you reciprocated it, allowing him to pull you even closer into his tall statue.

“Was kinda hard to sit still with you all naked in front of me, babe..” He groaned into your mouth, his hands wandering down your back to trace the curve of your behind with his fingertips.

“Oh, poor boy…” You chuckled back, a quiet moan escaping from your lips as you felt his palms cupping your ass. 

“It’s time for payback, hun.” Craig warned you before he tightened his grasp around your thighs, hoisting your legs up to wrap around his waist like it was nothing.

“Is that so?” You aimed to mock him a little, but instead, you nearly choked on your own words as Craig rocked his waist into your lap, letting you sink down on his hard-on inch by inch. 

“Fuck…” You mewled out, hiding your face in his chest whilst your hands clawed at his shoulders, nails drilling into his skin.

You felt Craig’s cock drilling into you slowly, spreading you open to accommodate his size until he was filling you all up to the brim. No matter how many times you’d already experienced this sensation, it still sent a shiver of goosebumps all over your body. 

“Not so bratty anymore now, huh?” Craig groaned, his lips brushing over your forehead before he started thrusting into you under the stream of water.

“J-just because I called you out as a pussy?” You murmured into the skin of his chest, trying to catch the breaths that he was set on knocking out of your lungs. 

“Yeah..”, He huffed back, rolling his hips against your crotch in a firm pace, “Exactly because of that, missy.” 

Your brain rattled, the gears inside turning, trying to come up with some sort of snarky remark but every stroke of his girth against your insides rendered you plain dumb on his cock, leaving you to whine and mewl into the curve of his neck. You sensed your brain converting into a big pile of fucked-out mush and you didn’t resist. With all your senses trained inwards to savor every thrust of his, you felt that tell-tale coil in your lower abdomen tightening up, getting ready to simply snap with the next, well-angled roll of his hips against yours.

“Oh, so needy all of a sudden…” Craig cooed into the crown of your head, still holding you close to his body whilst feeling your cunt clenching down around his cock in irregular contractions indicating your rapidly approaching orgasm. 

“Hmhm…” You haphazardly managed to moan out as your whole body turned rigid, your legs clasping around his hips as the first waves of your climax rippled through your system.

Nerve endings set ablaze, the sensation went straight to your brain, leaving it short-circuiting for a blissful split second and wiping every leftover thought from your mind. For all you knew, Craig fucked you right through your climax, your contracting and pulsing cunt pulling him in deeper until he spilled his load deep inside of you with one last deep rut into you.

“Goddamnit, fuck…” It rolled over his tongue in a guttural groan drawn right from the depths of his lungs before he pulled out of you, placing your shaky legs back into the tub as gently as his trembling arms allowed him to.

The mixture of your own arousal, his cum and the water from the shower head above trickled down between your thighs in a tacky avalanche only to vanish down the drain seconds later.

Whilst taking a few, much-needed deep breaths, you looked at each other with a stupidly wide grin smiling.

“Maybe…”; Craig muttered through the wash of water, “Maybe I should let you cut my beard more often.”

#tam rambles #craig cody #animal kingdom fanfic #animal kingdom tnt #craig cody x reader #craig cody × you #craig cody smut #ben robson

[1-800-rafecameron]

pool party: j cody

about: you’re j’s best friend and there’s a party at the cody house. he invites you and you’re partying with his uncles and a bunch of other randos at this party, but what happens when something unexpected happens?

warning: inappropriate language, drinking, smoking, slight smut

You entered the yard of the Cody house to see at least 70 people around the yard and in the house.

You look around and bump into someone behind you.

“Ooh.”

You turn around to see J’s uncle Deran.

“Hey, Y/N. Walk much?” Deran asked.

“Fuck off, Deran.” You gave him the finger.

“Ah, she’s feisty and she hasn’t even drank yet!” Craig’s voice boomed as he walked over to you and Deran.

You shook your head at him.

“Well, we can change that. Let’s do a round of shots.” Craig smirked.

“Thanks, but I have to find J.”

“Yeah, I’m sure you do. Come on drinks are this way.” Deran nodded in your direction.

Craig grabbed your arm and dragged you as Deran led the way.

They poured three shots of tequila for the three of you.

“Guys, are you trying to get me drunk? You know tequila fucks me up!” You exclaimed.

“Oh, just drink it.” Craig waved you off.

Sighing, you picked up the shot glass, the other two mimicking your actions, and you downed your shots all at the same time.

You made a face and you put your shot glass down, feeling someone brush against you.

You looked and saw J.

“J.” You smiled.

“Hey.” He smiled back.

You gave him a small hug.

“J! Do a round with us!” Craig exclaimed.

“Yeah, come on! Y/N just did one with us. Join!”

“Uh, sure.” J shrugged.

Deran got another shot glass and poured the four drinks. They clanked their glasses together, yelling, “cheers” and downed them.

“Alright. That’s enough for me. J, would you grab me a beer while I go join that game of beer pong?” You asked.

“Anything for you.”

You kissed him on the cheek and skipped your way to the beer pong table.

J brought you your beer and watched as you played game after game of beer pong. He loved how intense and feisty you got, but also how you got so excited every time you got one in.

After a while, you were bored of beer pong and took of your top and shorts, revealing your black bikini, and jumped into the pool.

There was a game of volleyball going on, except for the net, and you joined in, J still watching you.

“You like her, don’t you, baby?”

J looked over to see Smurf, his grandmother, sitting next to him.

He just took a sip of his beer.

“Well, if you don’t do something about it, I think your uncle Craig might.”

Smurf pat the boy and walked away.

J came over to the side of the pool where you were.

“Hey.” He said.

“Hey.” You smiled.

“Having fun?” He asked.

“Yeah. I am. Thank you for inviting me.”

“Yeah.”

There was a silence in between you two.

“Help me out.” You reached your arm up.

He grabbed your hand and you pulled him into the pool.

You were laughing hysterically, but J clearly wasn’t.

He grabbed you by the waist and lifted you up.

“What’re you doing?” You asked.

He placed you on the edge of the pool and reached up to kiss you.

You immediately kissed back and his hands found the string of your bikini bottoms where it was tied and he began untying it.

“J!” You pulled away. “Not here.”

“Then come with me.”

He pulled you into the garage and closed the door behind you guys and you allowed your bikini bottom’s to fall.

You smiled and he kissed your lips again, giving you the best night of your life, even if it was unexpected.

#j cody #animal kingdom #smurf cody #craig cody #deran cody #imagines #one shots

[ao3feed-benoitxmarta]

make that money, watch it burn / cablanca

by valmadeamistake

A new, albeit stupid, mystery to solve in Greece. A fancy, overly expensive-looking private island owned by a vainglorious billionaire. A scorned, undercover woman determined to exact her revenge. These are all captivating reasons why Benoit Blanc should be focusing on his present case as he waits for the police to arrive on the midnight Greek coast, but it’s not that simple when his recent release from quarantine has given him a lot to think about. While patiently waiting, he re-examines previous cases, and one of them - a case that had brought him to chilly Masachusetts to investigate the suicide of an elderly multi-millionaire mystery novelist - brings back the memory of a quietly defiant woman who enraptured him.

It’s wrong, he has a husband to go back to, but when blood is already rushing south, he knows what to do to make her memory feel good again.

Words: 2961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Knives Out (2019)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Benoit Blanc (Knives Out), Phillip (Knives Out), Marta Cabrera, Alice Cabrera, Helen Brand, Duke Cody (Knives Out), Claire Debella

Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Benoit Blanc/Phillip (Knives Out)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Infidelity, ish it's kinda unclear, Masturbation, Public Masturbation, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery Spoilers, Rough Sex, sorta idk, Originally Posted on Tumblr, written ONLY to objectify daniel craig yall i know he's canonically gay, ppl are already mad at me over this, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44102029

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #benoitxmarta #benoit x marta #knives out

[johnismyreason]

Play that little game // J Cody x Reader

First J Cody smut imagine ! This is pretty long, but I hope you’ll enjoy it. 

Request from @enjoy-the-destruction : Can I request a hell smutty J Cody fic where he like finds the reader's vibrator (that he doesn't know about) and doesn't tell them until he's going down on them and decides to surprise them by using it on them.

Words: 3.9k (oops)

Warnings: SMUT, male masturbation, fem receiving, fingering, vibrator, dom kink (kinda). YOU MUST BE +18 TO READ IT. 

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Requests are still open and feed backs are always welcome ! :)

J and you have been together for a while now. Almost two years actually. Everything is going more than well. It’s the first that you feel this comfortable in a relationship. Your previous boyfriends were nice but, every time something was missing. Maybe you needed a little danger, like with J. You are so comfortable with him, you gave him the keys of your apartment. “It’s your home too now” you told him. J doesn’t show a lot his emotion usually, but this time you saw that he was truly happy. He kissed you again and again, more passionately each time. “Let the neighbors know daddy's home.” he joked, leading you to your bedroom as you laughed at his goofiness.

Today, J was out to clarify some business he has with his partners, and because Smurf asked him to fill some tasks. It’s around 4:30 in the afternoon when J drives back to your apartment to see you. He hasn’t seen you for a couple of days. He pulls to parking area at the bottom of your building, but doesn’t see your car. He takes the stairs to your flat and opens the door.

“Y/N ?” he calls, but the silence indicates him no one was home. J takes off his jacket and places it on the hanger next to the front door.

He started to wander in your apartment. It’s the first time he really pays attention to your  decoration and how you arranged every room. It understands why he feels so much at home, it’s cozy, smells nice like you, and has a good light. Everything is tidy but without being too manic. He goes in the kitchen and sees a plate of your famous cookies. He grabs one and bites into it. He exhales a moan of pleasure, always surprised of how delicious your cookies are. He thanks you internally.

He continues his little trail in your apartment and arrives in your bedroom. His favourite room. The bed is made, nothing lies around, the air is fresh. J opens your dressing, and slides his fingers on your clothes. He takes a dress out that was hanging. You never wore this one. It was simple, but very pretty. Perfect for a date night. He imagines you wearing it and wonders why you never put it on, since you’d look absolutely stunning. Actually you could wear a plastic bag, and you will still be the most gorgeous woman he ever saw, he thought. J puts back your dress in your dressing, noticing himself to remind you to wear it on your next date.

J is about to close the doors when a box, hidden in the upper right corner catches his eyes. He places the cookie between his teeth to reach with both of his hands the intriguing box. It isn’t big or small and doesn’t have any description on it. He puts the box on your bed and bites on his cookie, before opening it. He gulps when he sees what’s in it.

“Holy shit” he mutters. J takes the object in his hand, dropping the cookie on the floor. It’s a clitorial vibrator. But not any vibrator. It’s the one every girl is talking about. He just didn’t know his girl would own one. “What a dirty little girl” he smirks. He imagines you spread on the bed, legs moving from the pleasure, moaning and eyes shut. He knows exactly the face you make when he makes you come, but wonders if you have the same when it’s the vibrator. He suddenly feels insecure. Why would you buy that ? Was he not enough ? Were you faking ? He shakes those ideas away. There is no chance you’re faking it. Not when you scream the way you do when your orgasm hits you. He actually knows why you bought it. It’s for all of the nights where he can’t be with you, when he has a job with his uncles. You must feel lonely and terribly nervous, so you need a little distraction. J wonders then if you moan his name when you use your little toy. All of those thoughts give him a semi.

J feels his phone buzz in his jeans back pocket removing him from his thoughts.

Y/N ❤️ is calling

J coughs a little laugh “speaking about the devil…” He mumbles before picking up the phone. “Hi, love”

“Hi, baby !” you respond with a cheerful voice. You’re always happy to hear or talk to him. “What are you doing ?”

“Oh just… chilling at your place” he answers analysing the vibrator in his hand.

“You’re at my place ?” you are surprised he’s there on his own. Usually you’re with him.

“Yeah, is that alright ?”

“Yeah, yeah sure ! I’m happy you spend time there on your own. Does it feel like home ?”

“It sure does !” he laughs a little. “Where are you baby ?”

“I just left the office” you say relieved your day was finally over.

“Great ! Do you want to go on a date with me tonight ?” J definitely has plans for you and that toy of yours, for tonight.

“Oh no tonight I can’t. Remember, I told you I’m out with the girls. Sam finally quit her lame ass job, we’re gonna celebrate !” you chuckle. “Tomorrow night ?”

“Oh yeah I forgot sorry. Yeah tomorrow night is perfect. I’ll stay at your place tonight, you’re okay with that ? Don’t feel forced to come home earlier, huh ?”

“Oh my god, yes please stay ! I’ll see you when I come home… a tiny bit drunk” you chuckle.

“Alright, baby. See you tonight then. Have fun with your friends and be safe.”

“I will ! I love you, bye !”. J just had time to tell you the same words before you hung up. He slides back his phone in his pocket before putting the box in its place.

He walks back in the living room and seats on the sofa to watch TV, but it feels weird without you cuddled up in his arms. He doesn’t really pay attention to what’s on the screen, still in shock of your dirty little secret. He starts to be hungry and decides to order a pizza. In the meantime, J decided to finish some homework for college. Only you knew he was attending classes. You were proud of him going to college because you know how smart J is, but also because you were the only one he truly trusts. He tries to focus on his papers but couldn’t find the energy. He’s picturing you playing with your pussy, fingers holding tight the sheets, your pretty mouth in the shape of an O escaping the prettiest sound he’s ever heard, your moans. Gosh, that dick won’t calm down, he thought. Thank god, the delivery guy knocked on the door. J pays for his pizza and went back on the sofa to watch TV. A double distraction should be enough to keep him from the naughty thought he’s having. It worked. Until he feels tired and goes to bed. He’s lying where you give yourself pleasure. The pillows smell like a mix of your shampoo and your perfume. He slides his hand under the pillows and his fingers meet your silk pajamas that smell like your body lotion. You’re everywhere. He turns again and again in the bed desperately trying to fall asleep, but he seems to never find a good position. He thinks of something, though. Something that could relax him.

He slowly moves his right hand south and palm his shaft through his shorts. Is he really going to do this ? If you do it on your own why can’t he ? So J slides his hand in and takes out his penis. He starts his motions slow to gradually go faster. His chest panting and his teeth biting his lower lips, the thought of you intoxicates him. Flashes of memories of sex session he has, pops under his eyelids help him to reach his peak of pleasure. How can you do this to him when you’re not even here ? He thrusts his hips and strokes his dick a few times more before finally cuming in a low grunt. Fuck, Y/N, he exhales, as if you were the one giving him a hand. He gets out of the bed to go clean himself in the bathroom. “I can’t wait to make you come, angel” he murmurs to himself when he comes back in the bed. Finally relaxed, J can sleep. He is so tired, he doesn’t hear you coming home at 2 in the morning. You already regret coming back so late, knowing that tomorrow will be so tiring at your job.

The next morning, J is up before you. You’re woken up by the smell of breakfast and a little hungover. You grunt trying to figure out on what planet you are. You finally manage to rise from the bed and drag you to the kitchen. J chuckles when he sees you arriving, hair all messed up.

“Hello sunshine” he says not too loud because he know your head must be bangging. He walks around the central islot, a pan with pancakes in his hand and a spatula in the other, and kissed you on the cheek.

“Is it Mars, here ? I think I travelled in space last night…” you scratch your head and try to rearrange your hair. J giggles and leads you to your seat. He then serves you the pancakes and hot coffee. “Here, eat and drink”

“No, no more drinking” you beg, your elbows on the table as your hands support your head.

“I swear this drink will do you good” he kissed the top of your head and sits next to you. You grunt and sip on your coffee. It does feel good. “So… I guess last night was good ?” he smiles.

“To good... “ you sigh “Gosh, I should have never drank so much…” you complain.

“You always say that, Y/N” he responds making fun of you.

“But it’s so much fun !” you laugh. “And you ? What did you do ?” you ask taking another sip.

“Me ?” he panics a little. “Oh uhm, nothing much. Ordered a pizza and watched TV.” And casually masturbate on your bed, he thinks for himself. “Is it still good for tonight ? You know, our date ?” he asks shyly, like it was the first time he asks you on a date. It makes you giggle. “Yeah of course ! What time ? I’ll leave from work earlier today.”

“Great, I’ll pick you up at 7, ok ?” You nod, excited to go out with your boyfriend. “I gotta go” he rises from his chair gobbling up the last remnants of his pancake. He kisses you tenderly while putting on his jacket. “See you tonight !” you say as he walks towards the exit, but stops before reaching the door.

“Oh” he turns around a finger on his lips “Wear the dress I put on your chair desk for tonight. Would you do that for me ?” he winks at you, sending you shivers. You nod without saying anything. “Thank you, doll” he smirks and leaves. When the door closes you run to your bedroom to see which dress he chose for you. It’s the first he asks you specifically to wear something. Usually you ask him which dress he prefers between two choices, or the color of your lipstick, your hair up or down,... So him choosing himself your dress is new. You love it, though. And you love it even more when you see his choice. It’s the dress you bought almost a year ago, at the end of summer. You never wore it because it was too cool outside. But since summer is slowly coming back and the weather warmer, you can finally wear it. You leave the dress on the chair and go to the bathroom to prepare yourself for your day. You take two pills to help you get over your hangover, and leave for work.

The day pass and you finally go home to get prepared for you night with J. You thought about it all day, not over the fact he chose your outfit. It’s a small gesture, but it meant a lot to you. You throw your shoes away when you enter your apartment and go directly to your bedroom. You play some music that matches your happy mood and get undressed to take a shower. Once cleaned and relaxed, you go back to your room to choose some nice lingerie. You know how those date nights end: you, back arched, moaning and screaming J’s name. You end up choosing a lacy red wine set. You admire your body in the mirror before slide in the dress. You keep your makeup simple and natural with a touch of color on your lips. Just when you finish fixing your hair you hear J entering your apartment calling your name.

“Y/N, I’m home !” gosh you love hearing this sentence.

“Bedroom !” you respond. He enters a few seconds later. You smooth the dress he chose and turn to him. He freezes, mesmerized by you. “So ? Do you like it ?” you smile, a little insecure.

“Why the fuck didn't you wear that dress earlier ? You look magnificent, love !” he gets closer to you while admiring you from top to bottom. He takes your face in his hands and kisses you lovingly. The heat rises between you two, and it takes all of J’s strength to back away from throwing you on the bed and start right now what has been in his mind since yesterday afternoon.

“Let’s go, baby. We’re gonna be late” he takes your hand in his and lead you outside to get in the car.

J doesn’t really like listen to the radio when you both are driving, or even when he’s alone. He likes listening to you telling how was your day, the last book you read or anything else, as long as he can hear your voice. Silences are comfortable. In these moments, J lays his hand on your thigh, caressing it with his thumb. Sometimes you take his hand in yours and place it on your mouth so you can smell it and feel his skin your lips. This time, he lets you talk about your night with your friends and how fucking hard it was to keep your eyes open at work.

You arrive at the restaurant. You never been here before.The inside is very romantic with soft lights and candles on tables. The waiter leads you to your table and J helps you sitting down.

“So first you choose my dress, then you bring me to this new restaurant, tell me what’s going on J Cody” you joke.

“Nothing, I just want to please my girl” he laughs. My girl. You always lose it when he calls you that, and he knows it. You’re his and he’s yours. You nod trying to hide your stupid smile. Dinner was delicious, now it was time to head back to your place. J teases you all the way home, squeezing and caressing your thigh, complimenting you “You look so fucking pretty, baby.” You giggle and blush, but you make sure to tease him back, by slipping your fingers on your collar bone, your chest and close to your already wet pussy. You barely pass your door and J immediately grabs you by the waist, pulling you closer to him so he can finally kiss you properly. His lips are moving fast, his hands all over your body. You let out a moan and he takes it as an opportunity to slip his tongue to play with yours. Your legs are already shaking from the pleasure J gives, you don’t know how you’re gonna last the whole night.

He leads you to your bedroom but nevers breaks the touches and kisses. He makes you two fall smoothly on the bed, that’s when he slides one of his hand underneath your dress to feel your demanding pussy. “So fucking wet already” you moan at his words and touch wanting more. “You’ve been driving me insane the whole night with your beauty and now I finally get to do whatever the fuck I want with you” you whimper some more arching your back as he pushes your panties to the side. However his doesn’t quite play with your clit. Instead he just ghosts it, making you pout and weep in despair. “J p-please…”

He chuckles mischievously “what do you want babygirl ?” you whimper and wriggle under his body so that your bodies connect even more. “use your words” he orders

“your fingers… on my pussy…” you manage to say between breaths. He executes you request, finally placing lighty his digit your pulsating clit. He slowly press it before drawing circles more and more faster. “Like that love ?” you nod ferociously “you like that mmh ? when I play with your clit with my expert fingers ?” he whispers in your ear and you moan loudly confirming his question. “You want them inside of you baby ?”

“Y-yes, please J, please” you begin to thrust your hips but he stops you forcing you to stay still with his other hand. “Don’t. Move.” he grunts. He stops touching your clit and removes his hand from your pussy.

“W-what are you doing ? I won’t move I-” he shushes you with a kiss

“Shhh… I know, I know baby. You’re a good girl. I have a surprise for you I need to grab it alright ? Close your eyes for me huh ?” he gets up and gets out of bed

“A surprise ?” you say excited like a child and confused as you do as he says. You lay back on the bed waiting for him to come back. Your heart is beating fast thinking of what J has in store for you. The man is so unpredictable, the surprise can be anything. He comes back at the bottom of the bed.

“Bend and spread your legs for me love” you do as he says even if your legs are shaking they can barely support themselves. WIthin a second you feel something vibrating on your clit earning from you a loud gasp, your eyes widening. You knew exactly what that vibration is. You rise on your elbows only to see J on his knee, holding your new clitorial vibrator and a machivielous smirk on his face.

“What the fuck, J ? Wh-where did you find that ?” you ask trying to sound serious and put together. It wasn’t an easy task since the vibrations of the toy were making you feel so good.

“I found it yesterday when I was exploring your apartment. I haven't stopped thinking about it since then and how you’d look when you use it to get you off. I wanted to see your face when your orgasm hits. So I’ve decided to play a little with all my toys: this one and you.” He accentuates the vibrations on the last word. You are caught in a spiral of embarrassment and pure pleasure. You hide your face in your hands.

“No, no, no babygirl…” he takes off your hands of your face and place a kiss in your palms “I want to see you. Don’t be embarrassed, love. It’s just me.” he trails kisses on your inner thigh until his lips are just millimeters above your hot core. You could feel his breath tickling your entrance. You moan leaving behind you any trace of shame. Yes, it’s just J.

“J I- fuck… I want your tongue” you cry.

“Yeah ? Where do you want it ? Here ?” he licks the zone just underneath the toy. “Or here ?” J fucks you with his tongue and you grab his hair. Both options are amazing but you prefer the first.

“Under the vibrator” you expire. He starts back his lickings, sucking on your skin. You can’t stop moaning and gasping profanities and his name, as if you were warding off a curse. Your free hand flies on your nipple to give an extra sensation.

“I think I’m gonna try something baby, tell me if it’s too much” he tells you before you feel two fingers entering you. You stop breathing and no sound can come out of your open mouth. It is too much. But fuck it feels so good. “You alright love ?” he worries, not hearing you anymore.

“Y-y-yeah… mmh J… fuck yes ! Don’t stop, please, fuck” you let out all the words that were previously stuck in your throat. He moans and chuckles against your pussy giving you an extra vibration.

“Do you like all of this honey ? mhm ? The toy, my fingers, my tongue” you whimper in affirmation. “You’re such a little slut. Fuck I love it.”  

He works steadily on all the zones he’s giving you pleasure. He knows you by heart and that’s thank to you and him being vocal during sex. You always told each other what makes and doesn’t make you feel good. With time you both have learnt your lessons and attacked immediately each others different sensitive spots. When J masturbates you, he knows you like slow and steady at the beginning, and rough and fast by the end to reach your orgasm. He knows every reaction of your body, especially the one that tells him you’re close.

“J… I’m-” you still try to remind him

“I know, I know baby, I feel you” that’s when he starts to work his fingers faster and sets the vibrator on a higher level. You push his face even closer on your pussy and grind against it.

“Cum for me Y/N. Cum for me on my fingers, on my tongue and that little toy of yours. Show how much you love me. Cum. Now.” the wave of your orgasm hits you like a hurricane in which you drown. Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you try not to close your legs so you don’t crush his head. You scream again and again his name and curses as tears fill your eyes. He slowly stops everything to let you come to your senses. Your chest is panting fast like you just run a marathon. J leaves the toy on the side and checks on you to see if everything was okay. You open your eyes to see him suck the fingers he used on you. He then leans and trails a line of kisses from your tummy, to your sensitive nipple and your neck.

“How are you feeling ?” he whispers gently. How the hell does he do this ? Fucking you so hard you feel like you’re dying and then talking to you with the softest voice ever. “Was it too much ? Did I cross a line ?” he asks concerned. You take his face in your shaking hands, your fingers still clenched from holding the sheets so tight, and kiss him.

“I’m fine J. More than fine. I’m a little overwhelmed, but I’m alright. You didn’t cross a line.” you reassure him. He draws the sweetest smile and gives you back your kiss.

“Come on, let me clean you up”

“uh-uh” you stop him. “We’re not done yet” he frowns his brows with a wondering look. “Give me five minutes and we’re back at it.”

“But-” he tries to says something but you cut him.

“I still prefer your cock over this toy” you smirk. He smiles widely before kissing you.

“You’ll be the death of me Y/N”  

#j cody #j cody x reader #animal kingdom #j cody smut #finn cole #michael gray #+18 #request #request smut #pope cody #deran cody #Craig cody #j cody imagine

[comphy-and-cozy]

sunkissed - J Cody

Summary: J Cody has a crush, and he decides to do something about it once and for all.

Word Count: 3,862 words

Warnings: Smut/NSFW (18+ ONLY). Brief alcohol/drug mention, cocaine use, choking, semi-public sex, unprotected sex.

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J Cody doesn’t do ‘crushes’.

They’re silly, and foolish, in his opinion, they’re bad news. It always starts off looking cute and shiny and new, and they might even last for a good little while. You’ll do the kisses, and the dates, and it’ll all seem like sunshine and daisies, but in the end, they always end in heartbreak. To J, romance is just another distraction.

And then came you.

It was never supposed to happen. You were Craig’s girl — sort of — at least, as much as any girl could really be Craig’s. He’d see you around at the house often, usually out by the pool or rummaging through the fridge wearing one of Craig’s oversized t-shirts. Your relationship was civil and limited, never having a reason to progress much further than that.

Sure, J found you attractive, but he had never viewed you as a viable prospect; you were with Craig, and that was that. No qualms, no objections, no problems. Until one day, everything changed.

It was a Saturday afternoon in the middle of June, the kind of day that made J thankful Smurf had a large pool and a well-kept tiki bar. It was scorching hot, which meant that friends from all over Oceanside came to the Cody house for some reprieve from the heat and the tourist-covered beaches.

J had stepped inside to cool off, needing a temporary break from socializing. He put his phone on the charger in his room, glancing at his messages before stepping down the hall to the bathroom.

However, instead of an empty room, he opened the door only to be taken aback by the sight in front of him: You, bent over the counter, with Craig behind you, his hands gripping your waist as he drove into you. Your eyes were closed, fingers clutching onto the sink, and the light reflected off your hair as it shifted with each pound of Craig’s hips.

J froze, unable to move, his fight or flight response slightly delayed. That, plus he was a bit mesmerized by the curve of your ass and the way your tits looked pressed into the countertop, and God, those moans that were echoing out of the sink were enough to make any man lose his train of thought.

Craig’s eyes met J’s, his pupils blown out from the coke, holding contact for just long enough before he winked and returned to his focus, railing you into oblivion. You hadn’t noticed his entrance, too caught up in the sensation, which was just as well, as J’s delayed reaction finally caught up to him. He offered a quick, apologetic nod toward his uncle before backing out and shutting the door quietly, turning around and walking briskly back to his room.

He couldn’t help himself as his fingers nimbly locked the door, quickly slipping a hand into his shorts. He might be embarrassed at his prepubescent reaction to the encounter, but he couldn’t deny the heavy twitch of his cock or the way it felt to replay your moans in his head as his hand pumped himself. As he got himself off in record time, surrounded by thoughts of you, he knew he was in trouble.

Since that day, nearly a year ago, J did his best to wrap up his feelings. At first, he just avoided you, making excuses to leave any time you were around. He soon came to realize that would be impossible with the amount of time you spent at the house, and so his only solace was in the private dark of his own room, the image of you burned into his eyelids while he desperately imagined his hand was you.

It ate away at him, the casual interactions and the light of your smile and over the course of several months, you got to know each other bit by bit. And bit by bit, his feelings for you grew until they were no longer deniable: he had a crush on you. And J Cody doesn’t do crushes.

And now here you are, standing in front of him with your skin and your curves on display, taunting him in the worst way. The strings of your bikini are tantalizing, his fingers itching to tug ever so slightly at the ties and watch the fabric fall away. Not like it’s covering up much, anyways. Minx.

It was Deran’s idea to have a family trip to celebrate the success of their latest job. J had moved into a beachside place with a dock that was otherwise useless, and with the volume of the most recent hauls, it was easy to justify the purchase of a boat. ‘We’ve got to live a little,’ J had said.

You received an invite, despite the fact that your relationship with Craig was more than fluid and currently far from stable. The boat was big enough to hold about 10, but the boys kept the invite list small for a Cody gathering, hoping to keep things a bit more intimate.

Which is how you find yourself seated between Pope and Adrian, wind whipping through your hair, as J drives along the coast. It’s warm, and the breeze feels incredible on your skin, and you close your eyes to soak in the sunshine. When you open them again, you catch the tail end of J’s glance, interrupted by Craig’s loud sniffling as he takes a bump off the railing.

You hide the roll of your eyes, thankful for the cover of your sunglasses, as you watch the water rolling in the distance. Once you’re sure it’s safe, you find your eyes trailing back to the captain, who’s watching the horizon for oncoming traffic.

His jaw ticks and you can’t help but notice the way his thumb drums on the steering wheel, your eyes trailing over the cut of his bicep. To say you hadn’t looked at him like that before would be a lie, and the fact that your ties to Craig were no longer romantic made the attraction that much sweeter.

So when J’s fingers brush against yours when he passes you a beer, you offer him a smile. And, yeah, maybe you target him over everyone else to rub the sunscreen into your back, and maybe you bend over a beat longer than necessary when you’re fishing snacks out of the cooler. So what?

His sunglasses stay on for most of the day, but you’re pretty sure you notice the more-frequent-than-usual glances. Or is it your imagination? At least once, you’re sure he catches you — but, honestly, how are you not supposed to admire the water dripping down his toned, tanned torso when he climbs out of the water?

The day passes slowly, putzing around the bay and finding a place to drop anchor, spending a few hours swimming, drinking, and having some rare quality time. There’s no bickering, no discussion of future jobs, and, for once, no stress, but instead laughter — real laughter. It’s the most relaxed you’d seen any of them in years, and, honestly, it looks good on them, especially on J.

After a few hours baking in the sun and a few too many drinks for some, you make your way back to shore. Craig stumbles toward the dock, and you roll your eyes, annoyed — his lack of self-control had been part of the reason you broke up, not that there was much of a relationship to break up. Adrian casts you a sympathetic glance as he and Deran support Craig’s arms, heaving him up onto the dock.

“Come on, man,” Deran mutters to him. “Let’s get you inside.”

“You coming?” Adrian pauses to ask you.

“I’ll help J clean up. See you later, Adrian.”

He nods, following the other two and Pope down the dock, heading back toward the house. It’s quiet, save for the gentle crash of the waves and the sound of the cans and bottles being collected.

“You think Craig noticed you checking me out?” J’s voice breaks the silence.

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[onlyonewoman]

They’ve not talked about it since Deran finally opened up and he’s not shown any signs that he wants to talk more. For once, Adrian can’t blame him for that kind of escape. Saying anything at all was huge as hell, especially for Deran and the only way it’s present in their time together, is how Adrian is on the watch for signs of discomfort.

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[goodproofingwater]

j cody imagine where reader knows his history of cheating (she’s in the family business) and he tries to prove to her that he’ll stay loyal? with smut (my weakness) ps i love ur work!

Okay so full disclosure - I cannot imagine a situation where J Cody would ever be loyal to anyone so this is the best I could do! Also sorry this has been in my drafts for so long!

Although the Cody family were under the impression that their family business was a secret, it was well known around oceanside that they were not the kind of people that you wanted to get involved with. People either lived in their low-cost accommodation knowing that they were aiding money laundering, knew someone who had been involved with one of the Cody men or had been invited to one of the Cody parties, or had seen J Cody’s not-so-slow progression from riding around on a bike to the huge SUV he now called his own car.

For a family who were smart, they were not the most inconspicuous. 

You knew all of this when you had attended that first Cody party. Knew that the entire family had a reputation, and it hadn’t stopped you from smoking joints with Craig or drinking shots with J. 

It hadn’t stopped you on the second party either, or the forth, or the sixth where you found yourself pinned to the bed by the blonde as he fucked you better than anyone ever had. But now, three months into your relationship, his reputation for cheating was getting the better of you.

You found yourself clenching beer bottles and ripping off their labels as you sat in Deren’s bar and saw girls coming on to your boyfriend, and it was at another Cody party, after one too many shots of tequila that you finally confronted him.

You pulled him away from the group of bikini-clad women he was talking to and into the kitchen, and he looked more confused than anything. 

“J I need to know something.” You spoke, nerves flittering through your tone, his nonchalant attitude making them even worse. “You– Have you.. Have you ever stayed loyal to a girlfriend? I mean.. I don’t want to be that girl but I would rather we just be friends with benefits if you’re going to fuck other people.”

He rolled his eyes, blue hues dancing toward one of the many women who had been speaking to him outside and he licked his lips as he measured the words in his head. Calculating them to ensure that they had the right effect, and that he could anticipate the response.

“Baby,” He started, wrapping his arms around you, his lips kissing softly against your neck and making you weaker by the second, “You’re the first woman I’ve ever been with that I have wanted to stay loyal to.. and you know why? Because you are just so chill about everything. Even about this.”

You were unsure if this was a compliment or not, but he continued too fast for you to contemplate, “If I wanted to fuck other women, we could have an open conversation about it. Just like if you wanted to fuck other men, we could do the same. You were my friend first, and.. and I think you might be the first woman who I actually give a shit about.”

For J you knew this was his attempt at being real, and so you nodded, letting his lips continue down your shoulder and back up to your ear before he nipped at your lobe, “Now I want you to go into my room and wait for me. I’ll be in there in a few minutes with some drinks and I’ll show you just how loyal I’ll be to you.”

You had no idea what this meant until your legs were wrapped around him half an hour later, the women he was talking to laying on the floor and the bed fucking each other, his eyes only wandering for a moment and swatting off their hands if they tried to touch him or you.

“I only want you, baby..” he whispered, his shaft moving so deliciously inside you, the sound of others being brought to the brink of their own pleasure turning you on even more and it wasn’t long before you came for him, legs shaking as you gripped at the sheets and he sucked and bit down on your nipples.

“Just me and you baby.” He whispered once everyone had left, your legs entwined in his bed as he passed you a joint and you grinned, “Forever”

#Anonymous #j cody imagines #j cody #animal kingdom imagines #animal kingdom #animal kingdom tnt

[thatsthewrongwallcraig]

Writing Idea: You (reader) having a moment with Craig before a family dinner.

Content warnings: Smut, licking, explicit language

Dripping wet I stepped out of my shoes before making my way towards Craig's room. Why did I even bother to take a shower today?, I asked myself while wringing out my hair over the towel I had used just a few hours before Baz had the great idea of throwing me into the pool. Smiling softly over that thought I peeled myself out of my soaked jeans first, before pulling Craig's shirt over my head.

"What a nasty girl you are, huh?"

I turned around. With my ears occupied by the sound of wet fabric clinging to my body I hadn't noticed Craig coming after me. He was grinning from one ear to the other as he moved toward me and reached out to take a hold onto my hips.

"To my defense: I had no clue that he wanted me to nick that car, okay? Baz told me something about running errands."

I returned his bright smile and continued with taking off my underwear. Intrigued by that, Craig's eyes followed my movements and stopped at my breasts as I was about to free them from a drenched bra that was starting to grow cold around my skin.

"Hey!", I poked jokingly "My eyes are up here, dummy!"

Him curling his lips just a little had me knowing what was on his mind.

"Nuh-uh...Janine's got the dinner almost ready and we don't want to be late for that, do we?"

I rose my eyebrows and tapped his chest in an admonishing manner that was greeted by Craig pouting and throwing me a pair of the best puppy eyes he could muster.

"Oh c'mon...", he groaned softly "We still have like 20 minutes and I really think that you have earned yourself a little something something today."

To support his intentions a little more, he let his fingers wander over the outlines of my silhouette, leaving my damp skin with goosebumps all over. Gently brushing his hands over my back and shoulders, Craig pulled me in closer and lowered his head to place delicate, soft kisses on my neck.

"Craig, please..." I whispered, with my voice getting halfway lost in the cozy fabric of his mokka-brown hoodie. I loved that piece of cloth not just on him, but also to wear it myself. Snuggling one half of my face onto it I let my hands slip under it's seam for my fingers to play over Craig's lower back.

"Please, what?", he murmured whilst joyfully nibbling at my ear "You know, that's still plenty of time to make you happy, babe."

His warm breath stroking my skin lulled me in quite a bit and I contemplated giving in to his offerings.

"You sly, seductive idiot, you." I moaned, as I felt his hands glide towards my butt, enclosing it with a firm grip.

"Is that a Yes?"

Although I couldn't see it, it was obvious that Craig was back at grinning widely.

"Maybe...", I answered, taking in a deep breath of his cologne "If you tell me what you have in mind to make me happy."

"Hmm...how about you make yourself comfortable on my bed and I'll show you?"

With one last, well placed kiss on my neck he released me from his embrace and waited for me to pick up on his suggestion.

I gladly obliged to it and got myself onto his bed, the messy blankets curling underneath my back. Watching me getting a comfortable rest on top of the sheets, Craig approached the bed himself, without taking off any of his clothing. That came as a surprise, because I had much rather expected him to be out of his clothes before I had even lowered my head down to the pillow. Instead, he climbed on top of me, purring a soft: "Close your eyes." I did and just a moment later I felt Craig's lips caressing my collarbone. Starting from there, he left a trail of kisses and occasional, playful bites down my body, which had me shivering in anticipation ever so slightly. Not only did his lips brush over me, but also strands of his hair that went astray from a poorly put together bun.

Working his way further down south, Craig's hands lovingly caressed the delicate insides of my thighs, making me long for his touch even more by the second. I could feel his breath breezing over my trembling stomach and I found myself very drawn to the thought of just grabbing his head and jamming it inbetween my legs, yet I enjoyed him worshipping every inch of me like that. He made it all about me, which I liked a terrible lot.

He took his time and I traced every delightful touch in my mind, that got wiped clean of every other thought than Craig giving me a steamy good time.

His soft, gentle lips played around my upper thighs, ever so slowly getting closer to my almost achingly needy pussy.

Then, finally, I felt the tip of his tongue where I desperately wanted it to be. In little circles it teased my throbbing clit and I could tell that I was so wet already for this little intermezzo to leave blankets and sheets stained with my juices. A deep sigh emerged from the very bottom of my lungs as Craig amplified the pressure of his tongue, parting my lips and licking over my all too sensitive entrance. I squirmed in sheer pleasure as he pushed his tongue inside of me to get a full taste. Twisting and twirling it, he ate me out as if that was his sole purpose. Entertaining that atmosphere a little further, I let my fingers sift through his hair only to grab a good fist full and direct his pretty face closer.

"Don't you dare to stop..." I moaned, as I enjoyed his upper lip massaging my clit. Carefull as to let nobody else notice what we were doing in here I tried to keep quiet while I let myself flow with the waves of arousal and lust Craig was gifting to me so generously. The feeling, that had started as a tingling sensation, grew up to an all consuming buzz within my body at a very rapid pace. All of my muscles seemed to clench and tighten around his tongue, that was ever so eagerly exploring my insides. The imagination of Craig getting his face all soaked and wet to pleasure me got me more than just hot and bothered. It made me whimper out his name with a shaky voice, demanding him to keep on doing his magic on me. To that he gladly obliged and wrapped his arms around my thighs to pull me closer. Resting my calves on his shoulders I arched my waist his way. My whole body felt close to exploding into a thousand shards and splinters. Pressing ourselves against each other I almost doubted that he was still able to breath, but that was a risk both of us were willing to take. My fingers buried themselves in Craig's soft hair as I bit my lip, trying not to cave underneath his loving touches, which almost got too much to handle at this point. I got so lost in the act of breathing and existing in this moment that I successfully lost track on how firm I must've been tugging at Craig's utterly messed up bun that got destroyed eventually as I recognised the thin, used up elastic snapping within my grip. That hair tie wasn't the only thing to finally give in and snap, because my trembling body decided to do the exact same. Contracting over and over around Craig's tongue, waves of relief rushed through my muscles. Like a temporary pulse that was taking the wheel inside of me, the tides of my orgasm shook me and I pressed my lips onto another to keep this little happening here a secret to the rest of the residents in this house. The walls surrounding us were thin and everybody frequenting these premises a hyper vigilant nature.

After my mind and body agreed on coming back to planet earth, I opened my eyes to take a look down my naked and now partly dry body. Craig had his face leaning onto my thigh, smiling at me while tugging strands of shiny brown curls behind his ears. His beard was glistening wet and him wiping over it with his hand didn't do much to help with that.

"Happy?" He asked with a husky voice that revealed his own desire to continue with this situation.

"Oh... very much so.", I returned, smiling brightly "But what about you now?"

He shrug his shoulders and nodded towards the yard.

"I guess, we'll have to take care of that later, huh? I don't want to upset anyone with going straight for dessert without paying attention to the main course in the first place."

He winked an eye at me and rose himself from the bed, taking an amused look down his hoodie that had dark, wet spots splattered all over the neckline.

"You should probably change into something else, hm?"

"You think so?" He giggled and pulled the fabric over his head to throw it in an already overflowing laundry bag.

"Oh, just a suggestion." I mumbled whilst checking out a shirtless Craig, who had me pondering whether to just skip the family dinner. He caught my dreamy gaze with a smile and teased: "Nuh-uh....we don't wanna be late for dinner, do we?"

#craig x reader #smut #AK #ben robson #Spotify #animal kingdom #craig cody #craig cody crack #that mokka-brown hoodie #i swear it makes him look like a cuddly bear #Animal Kingdom #animal kingdom tnt

[stillbeatingheart]

Chapters: 16/16 Fandom: Animal Kingdom (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Deran Cody & Adrian Dolan, Deran Cody/Adrian Dolan Characters: Deran Cody, Adrian Dolan, Andrew 'Pope' Cody, Jess (Animal Kingdom), Craig Cody Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, I mean Smurf is Deran's mother, so that's mentioned, Smut, Living Together, But just a smidge of smut, canon warnings apply, Implied Childhood Sexual Abuse, Mentions of Childhood Sexual Abuse, Implied/Referenced Drug Use, mentions of past physical abuse, All the shit that comes with this relationship, The Cody Family is not the Brady Bunch, Let's keep that in mind, If you are triggered by things in this show then don't read this fandom Summary:

I DON'T WRITE FLUFF

Deran and Adrian somewhere between seasons 3 and 4.

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Adrian knows Deran. He knows where every scar is located and what every scar was etched by. He knows which muscle lines are from surfing and which ones are from fighting. He knows Deran’s smile. He knows Deran’s laugh. He knows them by heart. He always has.

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#animal kingdom #deran cody #adrian dolan #deran/adrian

[ao3feed-benoitxmarta]

make that money, watch it burn / cablanca

by valmadeamistake

A new, albeit stupid, mystery to solve in Greece. A fancy, overly expensive-looking private island owned by a vainglorious billionaire. A scorned, undercover woman determined to exact her revenge. These are all captivating reasons why Benoit Blanc should be focusing on his present case as he waits for the police to arrive on the midnight Greek coast, but it’s not that simple when his recent release from quarantine has given him a lot to think about. While patiently waiting, he re-examines previous cases, and one of them - a case that had brought him to chilly Masachusetts to investigate the suicide of an elderly multi-millionaire mystery novelist - brings back the memory of a quietly defiant woman who enraptured him.

It’s wrong, he has a husband to go back to, but when blood is already rushing south, he knows what to do to make her memory feel good again.

Words: 2961, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Knives Out (2019)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Multi

Characters: Benoit Blanc (Knives Out), Phillip (Knives Out), Marta Cabrera, Alice Cabrera, Helen Brand, Duke Cody (Knives Out), Claire Debella

Relationships: Benoit Blanc/Marta Cabrera, Benoit Blanc/Phillip (Knives Out)

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff and Angst, Domestic Fluff, Infidelity, ish it's kinda unclear, Masturbation, Public Masturbation, Glass Onion: A Knives Out Mystery Spoilers, Rough Sex, sorta idk, Originally Posted on Tumblr, written ONLY to objectify daniel craig yall i know he's canonically gay, ppl are already mad at me over this, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/44102029

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[ao3feed-gallavich]

Myths, Magic, and Men

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by Still_beating_heart

This is as AU as it gets. Pretty much no need to know any of these characters or watch either of these shows. I'm keeping their basic personality traits in tact, but they are shape-shifters, demons, witches, werewolves, the whole nine.

So this is what happens when your sleep deprived brain decides to write on one of the million open works but you started watching The Magicians a few weeks ago, read a Teen Wolf fic, are still a Mickaholic, and AK keeps you up at night...

Words: 6257, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Animal Kingdom (TV), Shameless (US)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, M/M

Characters: Deran Cody, Adrian Dolan (Animal Kingdom), Janine 'Smurf' Cody, Andrew 'Pope' Cody, Craig Cody, Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher, Mandy Milkovich, Original Characters, Carl Gallagher

Relationships: Deran Cody/Adrian Dolan, Deran Cody & Adrian Dolan, Ian Gallagher/Mickey Milkovich, Ian Gallagher & Mickey Milkovich, Mandy Milkovich/OFC

Additional Tags: Adding and refining tags as I go, Fantasy, Science Fiction, Alternate Universe, To The Fullest, Werewolves, Dragons, Magic, myths, Legends, This is as AU as it gets people, bear with me, Smut, Soulmates

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Spent most of my long weekend watching Animal Kingdom. So who wants to be tagged in a Craig Cody FWB smut fic tomorrow?

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Bacardi and Brawls

Disclaimer: No gifs or photos are mine unless stated otherwise. Also, shoutout to @allaboutjoecole for hyping me up about this for the last 3 days. You’re the real MVP.

TW: Assault

“Jump, jump, jump, jump!” Everyone was shouting and chanting as I stood on the edge of the roof overlooking the Cody pool.

The summer night air was warm and buzzing with electricity as everyone drank and smoked below me, below us. Craig stood to my left, shirtless and wet from repeatedly jumping in the pool and trying to convince me to do the same. I stood there in my faded denim shorts and red bikini top, my stomach rolling as I looked down. I hate heights, I hate heights. Everyone was chanting, telling me to do it, Deran standing on the diving board with a bottle of tequila in his hand.

“Don’t be a pussy!” he shouted, cupping a hand around his mouth to be heard.

I was usually fine at Cody parties. Having known the family for years, I’d swing by whenever my parents were fighting or I just needed a place to crash for a few days. Most of my teen years were spent drinking by the pool or smoking a joint with Craig in the living room. It always felt like home to me.

But I never went up on the roof.

I’d never been on a plane, never liked being up high because all I could think about was slipping and falling, splattering all over the ground like an egg falling off the kitchen counter. But, apparently, after multiple shots of Bacardi and quite possibly the fattest blunt I’d ever smoked, I was feeling ballsy enough to climb up on the roof with the help of Craig. Now that I was up high and overlooking the party though, I was stuck. Frozen in my spot. The only way to get down was either the ladder in the back or by jumping in the pool. Both of those sounded like terrible options.

Craig ran his fingers through his sopping brunette hair and scrubbed a a hair over his face. “Come on, you have to give the people what they want. Isn’t that right?” He shouted the last part and everyone cheered and hollered.

Man, that Bacardi was about to come back up in a bad way.

“Craig…” I trailed off, my voice barely above a whisper. “I- I don’t think I can do this.”

He threw an arm over my shoulders and pulled me against him. I stiffened, not wanting to move at all as the ground began to tilt under me, the vertigo setting in. Jesus, why do they think this is fun? I wondered for the umpteenth time.

“Listen,” he started, leaning down so his nose was pressed to my temple and his lips were at my ear. “All you have to do is take three steps and jump. Pretty fucking simple, if you ask me.”

“Nobody asked you,” I practically growled and finally looked at him.

Craig’s skin was warm and wet, navy swim trunks hanging low on his hips. A thin silver chain hung around his neck, beads of water dripping down his deliciously hard chest. He looked good, really fucking good.

It was no secret I was attracted to Craig and it was no secret that he was attracted to me. Physically, he had the body of a California surfer who spent his entire childhood outside, but emotionally he was ten types of unavailable and I was not getting myself tangled up in that web. Plus, our personalities were too similar. If we ever ever dated it would end in homicide or suicide and, again, I was not getting myself tangled up in that web.

“Listen,” he started, pulling me against him tighter so that my body was squished against his side. “Don’t get mad at me, okay?”

I looked at him with raised eyebrows. “Mad? Why would I get mad at-”

My sentence ended on a shriek as Craig yanked me up a little so that my feet were no longer touching the spanish tile roof and he thrust us forward, flying over the edge. It felt like I was falling for hours until everyone’s cheers were cut off, water engulfing me. My eyes squeezed shut, water filled my mouth, and I kicked my legs, needing to breathe.

When I finally emerged from the water everyone was laughing and cheering, including Craig, who was looking at me with that stupid grin.

“See?” he said with a laugh. “It’s not so bad!”

My blood was boiling and I lunged at him, wrapping my arms around his shoulders and dragging him towards me. “I’m going to fucking murder you!” I shouted, slapping at him and yanking his hair. “Why would you do that? Why the fuck would you throw me off the roof? You dumb motherfu-”

Craig pushed us forward so that we were both submerged in the water, his arms securely wrapped around my waist. We were in the deep end, neither of us able to stand, and my legs wrapped around his waist as we came up for air, both of us gasping and spitting water out of our mouths.

“Don’t be mad.” He laughed breathlessly, one hand dropping down to grab my ass, the other still around my waist while I wrapped myself around him. “Admit that you had fun or I swear on Smurf’s fake tits I’ll drown you.”

I should have been weirded out by Craig talking about his mother’s breasts, but I’d been around for so long that it just seemed normal.

“Fine.” I finally relented, pushing my wet hair out of my face. “It was fun.”

It was true. The rush of flying over the edge like that had been better than any high I’d ever felt. Moving through the air so smoothly and landing in the cold water of the pool had been a shock to my system in the best possible way. There was a small part of me that wanted to do it again, but I’d never tell Craig that. If I did, he’d have me up on that roof again in less than thirty seconds.

“I need more blow,” he finally said casually, letting go of me as I unwound my legs from around his waist. “I’ll come find you soon, Y/N.”

Craig and his coke, I thought and shook my head, swimming to the edge of the pool where Deran was waiting for me, a lit cigarette hanging out of his mouth. He reached a hand down and I grabbed it, allowing him to hoist me up and out of the water. Plucking the cig out of his mouth, I put it between my lips and took a long haul before blowing the smoke right in his face. “That’s for calling me a pussy.”

He laughed, taking it back from me. “I didn’t call you a pussy. I said don’t be a pussy.”

I wrapped a towel around my shoulders, shivering as the night air hit my wet skin. “Hey, can I borrow some sweats? I didn’t bring anything.”

“Sure. I think there’s still some shit left in my old room.”

I nodded my thanks before turning away, heading into the house and trying to move through the crowd, getting bumped and shoved along the way. J was in the kitchen holding Nicky’s hair while she puked in the sink and I laughed, clapping him on the shoulder. “Tough break, bro. Find a girl who can hold her liquor.”

“Fuck you, bitch.” Nicky coughed before puking again, her whole face turning red.

Making a face, I winked at J and earned a smile. Poor kid had been through so much with his mom OD’ing on the couch right next to him and then getting thrown into the crazy Cody life. He was sweet, smart, and most certainly nothing like Craig or any of his other uncles. J was a quiet boy and I’d liked him instantly, part of me wanting to shield him from Smurf.

Not that I hated the matriarch of the family. But I knew how manipulative she could be, had seen it firsthand while the boys were growing up. I always had an eye on her whenever she was around, a thick tension following her into whatever room she walked into. Smurf was the kind of woman who would stab you in the back while shaking your hand.

I headed down the hall towards Deran’s old room, knocking on the door first- this was a Cody party, afterall. They usually almost always ended in some sort of fuckfest with people having sex or threesomes- sometimes even foursomes- in any empty space they could find. When no one responded I opened the door a crack, peeking in and making sure the coast was clear before entering and closing the door behind me. With Deran now living above the bar the room was almost empty except for a dresser, his old bed frame, and some boxes that looked to be half filled with junk that he’d collected over the years.

I searched through the drawers, hating the feel of cold denim against my skin. Finally, after finding a pair of baggy black sweats, I shimmied out of my shorts and put the pants on, pulling the soft material up my legs and yanking on the drawstring, tying it tight. Looking at myself in the mirror above the dresser, I dragged the towel through my hair, trying to dry it quickly before combing my fingers through it. Mascara was smudged under my eyes and I knew I looked fucked up. I was fucked up. But hitting that cold water had sobered me up enough to know that the party was getting a little too rowdy and I should go home soon.

A knock on the door made me jump, but before I had the chance to open my mouth and say that it was occupied, someone was coming in.

“Come on in,” I mumbled under my breath before turning around to see who it was.

Tall and blonde, he practically screamed “fratboy”. He was carrying a handle of vodka in one hand, using the other to open the door. When he finally looked up, I was standing there with my arms crossed.

“Oh, hey, the girl from the roof.” He jerked his chin at me in recognition.

“Oh, hey, the random guy I don’t know.”

He laughed before closing the door behind him. “Nice attitude. This room’s occupied?”

I shook my head. “Not anymore, I was just leaving. Have a blast, man.”

Gathering my shorts and towel, I headed towards the door only to have Tall Blonde step in front of it. “Hey, what’s the rush? Have a drink with me.” He held up the bottle and smiled.

“Nah, I’m good. Vodka makes me sick. You have fun, though.”

I tried, again, to walk around him and he, again, blocked my path. Unease settled in my stomach and I clenched my belongings tight to my body, over my chest. Tall Blonde noticed, eyes moving from my face to down below my chin. “Red looks good on you. What’s your name, baby?”

I rolled my eyes, using a facade of false bravado as I squared my shoulders. “My name is none of your fucking business and I’m not your baby.”

He raised his eyebrows, glaring at me. “What’s your problem?”

“My problem is that I’ve tried to leave. Twice. And you’ve blocked the door. Twice. Now please, for the love of God, get out of my way, drink your vodka, and leave me the fuck alone.”

He took a step forward, towering over over me. I felt small, intimidated, scared because I was in a dark room with a man I didn’t know. A man who was looking at me the way a lion looks at a gazelle. He was looking at me like I was his prey.

“You’re a little bitch, you know that?”

I cocked my head to the side, smirking even as my heart was racing. “But less than thirty seconds ago I was your baby, right?” I sidestepped him, heading for the door. Wrapping my hand around the knob, I pulled the door open only to have Tall Blonde press his hand against it, firmly shutting it and trapping me between him and my escape.

He was breathing against the back of my neck, the scent of cheap vodka radiating off him hard enough to make bile rise in my throat. My anxiety was at an all time high and I tried to force myself to breathe and calm down. I knew how to defend myself. I could handle this.

“Get your hand off the door or I’ll beat the shit out of you so badly your own mother won’t recognize you.”

He laughed, stroking his hand down my bare back and toying with the strings of my bikini. “Don’t get so worked up. I just want to have some fun.”

I turned quickly, dropping my belongings and shoving my hands against his chest only for him to grab my wrist and drag me farther into the room. “Let me go!” I shouted, wincing as he practically crushed my wrist in his grip.

Tall Blonde hauled me against his chest, dropping the vodka bottle and letting it smash to the floor where the glass shattered into millions of pieces. I turned my head to the side, trying to scream when I felt him begin to kiss my neck, toying with the string of my bikini again.

“No! I said no!” I shouted, shoving and pushing before rearing my arm back and flinging it forward, my fist connecting with his mouth. Letting me go suddenly, I tripped over my own two feet and fell to the floor, something sharp piercing my stomach. Broken Glass

“You fucking cunt,” he growled, holding a hand against his mouth as he reached for me. I clawed my way up, running to the door and throwing it open before bolting from the room with Tall Blonde right on my heels. “Get the fuck back here!”

I needed help.

I need Craig.

I was afraid, genuinely afraid. In my entire twenty five years on the planet I had never been attacked by anyone. A man had never put his hands on me or hurt me, but this asshole went and ruined that.

Pushing through the throng of people, everyone seemed to be too inebriated to realize how distressed I was. Nicky was no longer puking at the sink, but I could see J just outside by the pool with Deran. Tall Blonde was yelling behind me as I ran outside, nearly tripping and falling as Deran turned around, eyes widening when he saw the tears in my eyes.

“Where’s Craig?” I shouted, looking around wildly. “Where the fuck is Craig?”

Just then, the man I needed the most walked up to us casually, clearly high as a kite. “What’s with all the yelling? Y/N? Why are you- is that blood?” He looked down at my stomach.

I glanced down. There was a pretty severe cut across my abdomen, blood trickling down into the sweatpants I’d borrowed. I began speaking a mile a minute. “This guy trappedmein Deran’s room andattackedme and then I fell and cut my stomachonavodka bottle. He just-” I stopped when an arm wrapped around my elbow, tugging me back.

“You’re gonna pay for that you little bitch.”

Tall Blonde was bleeding from his mouth and it looked like his lip was split pretty bad. Good, I thought to myself, no longer afraid when I had three out of six Cody’s ready to go to war for me.

I turned to Craig who was already throwing his hair up into a bun. Deran was doing the same thing. “You do this to her?”

The guy let me go and took a step back, seeming to realize who he was about to go up against. “Hey, man, I didn’t know she was yours. I didn’t mean to start any shit.”

Craig nodded, scratching at his scruff covered chin. “But if you’d known she was mine, you wouldn’t have put your hands on her?”

Tall Blonde must not have been alone as two other guys who looked exactly like him stepped forward. “We got a problem, bro?”

Craig laughed humorlessly. “I don’t know, bro. You tell me.” And then, without warning, Craig pushed me into J before slamming his fist into the guy’s face, knocking him back. “We got a fuckin’ problem now?”

J unzipped his hoodie, wrapping it around my shoulders and pulling me off to the side as Tall Blonde and his friend both went after Craig. Deran was quick to jump in, grabbing Tall Blonde by his shirt collar and swiftly punching him in the gut. I flinched, wanting to look away but unable to as Craig hit the guy in the face again. Blood was pouring out of his nose as he tried to block Craig’s punches.

The party had stopped with people watching the impromptu brawl that was currently happening next to the pool. Deran took a rough hit to the gut that had him doubled over and he quickly rebounded, shoving into the guy so hard they toppled to the ground. It was a tangle of limbs as the guys tried to fight back, yanking at Craig’s hair and scratching.

“You wanna scratch me? Huh? You little bitch, I’ll fuckin’ destroy you.” Craig was growling in the guy’s face before he stood, grabbing the college aged guy by his t-shirt and hauling him up. He shoved him backwards, wiping the blood from his mouth. “You come back here again and I’ll shoot you right in that little prick of yours. Get me?”

The guy looked barely coherent, stumbling around before walking off, presumably to leave.

Deran was busy chasing the third guy off, following him out through the garage with threats of violence that even I couldn’t repeat.

Which left Tall Blonde. He stood, blood dripping out of his nose and his left eye almost swollen shut as he glared at me. Craig walked over to him, chest heaving as he breathed through his nose. He scrubbed a hand through his hair before throwing his arm over the guy’s shoulders as if they were old friends. He pointed to me. “You said she’s my girl, yeah?”

The guy nodded, clearly defeated.

“Okay, now look at her and tell her you’re sorry.”

J chuckled next to me and looked down at the ground.

Tall Blonde was fuming but repeated the words anyway. “I’m sorry.”

“Now tell her no means no.”

The guy’s face was so red he could have been confused with a tomato. “No means no.”

“A little louder for the people in the back.”

“No means no!” Tall Blonde shouted the words and everyone began to laugh, including myself.

Craig turned to him then, whispering something I couldn’t hear. A moment later, the guy was gone, having disappeared through the throng of people that surrounded us.

Deran swooped back in through the garage, a bottle of something magically appearing in his hand. “I thought this was a fuckin’ party! Let’s get back to it!”

The fight forgotten, everyone returned to what they were doing; getting fucked up. I was silent, shaking as Craig walked up to me. I squared my shoulders, telling myself that everything was okay, that I was okay.

“You good?” he asked.

I nodded my head, unable to look him in the eye.

He pulled me towards him, crushing my face against his bare chest. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up. J, go make sure Nicky isn’t drowning in her own puke somewhere.”

He led me to his room, pushing past people in the kitchen and grabbing a bottle of Bacardi on the way. My side hurt from where I was cut and there would be hell to pay if I needed stitches. Seriously… there would be hell to pay. My health insurance didn’t kick in for another month.

Once we were in his room I let out a sigh of relief, happy to be away from all the noise. I sat on the edge of his bed while he disappeared into the bathroom, coming back in with a towel and rubbing alcohol.

“Take the hoodie off.” He knelt in front of me.

“If you think you’re putting rubbing alcohol on this you’re out of your fucking mind.”

Craig let out a laugh, his eyes bright. He was fucking wired and I was at least sixty percent sure he wouldn’t remember a thing about the fight tomorrow. I took the hoodie off, but not before taking the towel from Craig and wiping gently at his mouth, trying to get the blood off. Sober or not, he was always swooping in and saving the day like some coked out Batman with mommy issues.

While I cleaned up his face, he lifted the bottle of Bacardi and brought it to my lips, tipping it. “What a gentleman.” I laughed and took a sip anyway, appreciating the way the rum burned my throat.

Craig stared at me, a soft smile on his face that had my stomach doing flip flops. What the fuck is this? I thought to myself, dropping the towel. I thanked my lucky stars that all of this happened at the Cody house. They protected me, cared for me. I knew, in my heart of hearts, that they would never let anything happen to me.

“Thank you for tonight,” I whispered, taking another sip of the rum.

“You can make it up to me later.”

“Or, I could make it up to you now.” Before he had the chance to respond, I leaned forward and threaded my fingers through his thick hair, pressing my lips to his.

Craig froze for the briefest of moments, inhaling sharply through his nostrils before he snapped out of it and kissed me back, arms wrapping around my back and holding me against him. I kissed him hard and he was just as intense. It was all tongue and teeth and harsh breathing. I was fucking living for it. I loved the way his long tongue devoured my mouth and the way he bit my lip so hard I wanted to slap him.

I’d always heard that Craig was rough in bed, now it was time to find out.

Maybe it was all the weed I smoked, maybe it was all the booze I drank earlier in the day. Hell, maybe it was the fact that I’d literally just been almost raped and Craig was there to protect me just like always. But one thing was certain; I wanted him.

“Your stomach,” he mumbled against my lips as I trailed my mouth over his cheek and down his jaw, nipping at the skin there.

I pulled back and looked down, wiping the towel against the slice across my stomach. The bleeding seemed to have stopped, the cut not nearly as bad as I originally thought, and I looked up at him again. “It doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

The words were barely out of my mouth before Craig was yanking me up by sliding his hands my armpits, forcing me to stand before manhandling me into his arms, my legs wrapping around his waist the way they did when we were in the pool. He slammed my back against the wall, not even trying to be gentle and I absolutely loved it.

I could taste the blood in his mouth as he kissed me. He was so forceful that the kiss literally pushed my head back. Threading my fingers through his hair, I tugged hard and earned a delicious groan that went right to my core. His hands gripped my ass so hard it hurt and I began to grind against him, my hips moving and undulating against Craig’s stomach.

“Eager little thing,” he laughed into my mouth, pulling back to look at me with a hooded gaze. “You need a good, hard fuck?”

I nodded my head, not caring how desperate I seemed.

The cold chain of his necklace pressed against the place between my breasts and he looked down, staring at the way my nipples hardened under the thin material of my bathing suit. “You know you have the nicest tits? I spent years jerking off to the thought of those tits.”

I was truly taken aback. High Graig had a tendency to be overly honest, but I never thought he’d be that honest. But if the truth was coming out…

“The first time I touched myself I thought of you,” I whispered against his lips before tugging harshly on his bottom one, yelping when he smacked my ass as hard as humanly possible.

“Fuck.” He growled and hauled me up higher, wrapping an arm around my back as he used the other one to reach up and rip my bathing suit up, exposing my breasts to him. He was eye level with them, hoisting me up higher on the wall.

I loved the way Craig touched me. He was rough, uncaring if he left bruises on my skin just as long as he got his way. He sucked my nipple into his mouth, sucking so hard I cried out and tried to yank him off me, but he was relentless. His teeth grazed over the sensitive bud and my entire body stiffened, tears springing to my eyes. It felt good and it hurt all at once.

I fucking craved that.

“Do it again,” I moaned, my nails scratching at his broad shoulders, legs shaking from squeezing his waist so hard.

He laughed against my breast and I felt it low in my belly. God, Craig was going to fucking destroy me and I was going to let him.

I never thought I’d be another notch on Craig Cody’s belt. But in that moment? I didn’t give a shit. I just want him. I wanted more. After what happened with Tall Blonde, I wanted control of who touched me, who fucked me. I needed it.

Craig turned then, walking us over to his unmade bed before tossing me down on it, eyes glued to my breasts as they bounced when I landed on the mattress. “Turn around,” he said, hooking his fingers into my waistband and yanking Deran’s sweatpants down my legs, exposing my bare pussy to him.

I obeyed, quickly throwing my flimsy bikini top over my head before turning around. His large hand connected with my ass as I got up on my hands and knees, the slap echoing throughout the room. I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to cry out. He did it again, laughing when I lurched forward.

“Look at you,” he said in a mocking tone. “Spread out on my bed like a little slut. You want my cock?”

“I want you to put your money where your mouth is. I thought you’d be better than this, honestly.”

Craig slapped my ass again before I’d even finished talking and I couldn’t help but cry out. He kept hitting the same spot and he knew he was hitting the same spot, laughing. Craig liked the fact that he was hurting me and the thought was oddly sexy. I was wet, could feel it dripping down my thighs even as tears sprang to my eyes at the stinging of my ass.

“What?” I asked and looked at him over my shoulder, a sly smirk on my lips. “Big man’s got nothing to say?”

Craig lifted an eyebrow and reached out, wrapping my hair in his fist and tugging so hard my scalp ached. I was on all fours, my head leaned so far back it hurt my neck. But he didn’t stop, just kept pulling and pulling until I was whimpering and my hands were gripping at the black sheets. The angle was so difficult that my body was as tight as a ripcord. I couldn’t do anything other than stare at him, our eyes meeting as he leaned over me.

“You ready to shut your mouth?”

I couldn’t do it anymore, couldn’t hide how needy I was. The sarcasm was gone, as was my need to be in control. “Yes,” I finally whispered.

Craig finally let go and shoved my head forward roughly, my face landing in a pillow. “Keep your head down and spread your fucking legs. Do it. Now.”

I spread my legs as wide as possible, exposing myself to him. Things were quiet for a minute and all I could hear was the sound of my breathing and blood rushing in my ears. I was expecting him to just pull his swim trunks down and ram his cock into me… but I was wrong.

The bed dipped under his weight and my body stiffened. I felt like I could barely breathe as I waited for his next move, the anticipation killing me. His arms wrapped around my thighs, spreading me wider before he licked a fat stripe from my clit all the way to my ass, my mouth falling open in a silent scream.

“Craig!” I tried to rear up, lifting my head off the pillow. No one had ever eaten me out from behind. I’d done a lot, but in my mind shit like that only ever happened in porn.

He unwound his arm from one of my legs, pressing it between my shoulder blades. “I told you to stay down.” His voice was firm, gruff, and leaving no room for argument.

I tried to open my mouth to tell him that he didn’t have to, that we could just fuck, when he licked me again, dipping the tip of his tongue inside me. The only sound that made it past my lips was a crude moan, my face falling into the pillow.

I could feel Craig’s facial hair against my inner thighs and it heightened everything as he licked and slurped like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. I bucked back against his face when he attached his mouth to my clit, assaulting the bundle of nerves by flicking his tongue again and again while my eyes nearly rolled back in my head.

“Oh… oh my fucking… fuck.” I gasped as he pushed two long fingers inside me. Like most guys, I expected him to start slow and let my orgasm build. But I never should have assumed that Craig would be like most guys. He started hammering away, curling his fingers and pulling them almost all the way out before jamming them back in and making my toes curl. He was hitting every spot, not leaving a single part of me untouched.

The only sounds in the room were my moans and the wet sounds of Craig finger fucking me into oblivion.

“Please make me come.” I punched the mattress desperately, teetering right on the edge. I yelped when he sank his teeth into the delicate skin of my inner thigh, biting down savagely while he thumbed my clit, rubbing furious circles while I shook like a leaf, completely at his mercy.

“Look at how fucking wet you are,” he admonished. “You’re dripping down my fuckin’ wrist, babe.”

I wiggled my ass in the air, grinding as I chased my orgasm.

Craig laughed at my desperation but I was too close to give a damn. “Come on then. Work for it. Grind against my hand. God, you’re so fucking nasty.”

I was moaning and whimpering, my stomach tightening and my toes curling as my orgasm began to wash over me. It started off like any other, but then Craig began to jackhammer his fingers into me and I screamed. Loud. My whole body convulsed and my eyes squeezed shut, my back arching as my climax ripped through me. It was violent and beautiful and exactly what I needed.

He didn’t stop until I was done, pulling his fingers out of me and trailing the wet digits up my thigh as a reminder of what had just happened. I was basking in the blissful, post-orgasm glow when he roughly rolled me onto my back and slid a hand under the back of my neck, pulling my head up and holding his wet fingers against my lips.

“Suck them,” he said, a smirk playing at his lips as he coated my mouth in my own juices. Holding eye contact, I opened my mouth and sucked his fingers into the back of my throat, releasing them with a pop. My body was deliciously relaxed as I looked up at Craig. His long hair was falling into his face and his lips looked red and wet. I wrapped my fingers around the silver chain around his neck and tugged him down, pressing my mouth against his while he covered my body with his.

I could taste myself in his mouth and it was sexy. Dirty. He slid his tongue against mine, angling his head so the kiss went deeper. His hard cock pressed against my hip and he pulled back, making a point to look down at the tent in his swim trunks and then look back up at me again, a smirk on his face. I laughed, reaching out to cup him, and he pulled back, hopping off the bed.

I sat up, confused as he grabbed a chair from the corner and brought it to the center of the room before shoving his shorts down his legs and kicking them away. Craig’s cock sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, long and thick with pre-cum beading at the tip.

He made my fucking mouth water.

I crawled across the bed as he sat on the chair, gripping himself at the base while he watched my breasts dangle. “Come sit on it.” He palmed himself, stroking up and down slowly while I watched. He was completely fucking shameless.

Getting off the bed, I walked to over to him, standing between his outstretched legs. He looked up at me cockily, leaned back in the chair and waiting. I couldn’t believe I was actually about to let Craig Cody fuck me. I knew the kind of person he was, knew that he went through women like some people went through beer. There would always be a different one and never the same one twice. But you know what? I didn’t give a shit.

Because I wanted my world rocked.

I wanted people to know that I’d fucked Craig and wouldn’t just disappear after. I’d still be around because in the morning we’d laugh it off and never speak of it again. We’d still be friends.

Best friends.

I swung my leg over his lap while he held himself still. Swallowing and trying not to show how nervous I really was, I lowered myself, feeling the blunt head of his cock split me open. My mouth fell open, my brow furrowing as he invaded me and stretched me open. “Craig…” I breathed, struggling.

“I said sit.” He growled, gripping me by my hips and forcing me down the rest of his length. I gasped, instantly trying to back off but he held me still, gripping my hips as hard as possible.

I could feel him everywhere. He was so deep I swore I could feel him in my stomach, pushing up against me, leaving no part of me untouched. I braced my hands on his broad shoulders, getting as comfortable as I could with his cock pressing up against my cervix.

He began moving my hips for him, pulling me forward and pushing me back, looking down at the place where we were joined.

“Look how fucking wet you are,” Craig mumbled, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth as I got more comfortable with moving around.

Eventually releasing his shoulders, I leaned back, bracing my hands on his knees as I started moving back and forth on my own, throwing my head back with a long, drawn out moan. He stretched me in the most delicious way and every time I pushed back onto his cock his pelvic bone hit my clit. “Oh, fuck. So good. So fucking good.”

He laughed as he thrust up, pushing so hard that my feet came up off the floor. “Knew you were gonna be good for me.” He repeated the motion and I dug my nails into his knees, aching.

We stayed like that for a while, pushing and pulling, letting it build up and then slowing back down. It felt like it was going on forever and I lost all sense of time, only caring about right now and living in the blissful moment with Craig.

Eventually though, he wrapped an arm around my back and pulled me against him, my breasts pressed against his chest as he stood from the chair, my legs locking securely around his waist as he backed me into the wall like before. He pulled out almost all the way before thrusting back in to the hilt, a garbled screaming tearing itself from my throat.

“That’s what I wanted,” he said through gritted teeth. “Do it again. Scream for me, Y/N.”

He kept doing it, thrusting in so hard it hurt. But I wanted it to hurt. I didn’t want him to stop until I was crying and begging, and even then I think I wanted him to continue. His balls slapped against my ass as he pounded into me, burying his face in my neck and biting the skin there, growling every time I clenched around him.

“Fuck, Craig. You gonna come for me?” I whispered shakily in his ear, my nails raking down his shoulders and chest, angry red marks following in their wake.

My words only spurred him on, his thrusts getting harder and sloppier as he slammed me against the wall. I could feel the familiar build up in my lower stomach, my moans getting louder as I sank my teeth into his lower lip, Craig’s hand reaching up and grabbing my hair again, grunting against my open mouth. I was about to tell him that it was fine, that I didn’t need to come again when he released my hair to slide a hand between us, thumbing my over stimulated clit again and tearing my orgasm from me.

I tightened around him.

My body shook.

My eyes rolled back and I saw stars, gushing around Craig to the point that my climax was dripping down his balls. I couldn’t even cry out this time around, my body too spent to do anything other than take what he was giving me.

He kept thrusting after I was finished, chasing his own release while I hung around him limply, my legs quaking and burning from exhaustion.

“Come for me, Craig. Please. Please.”

He groaned against my mouth. “Where you want it?”

I licked into his mouth, loving the taste of him. “In my mouth.”

He smirked. “Dirty little girl.”

“You love it.”

Craig’s arms loosened around me and I slid down his body, dropping to my knees in front of him while he jerked himself off over my face. Uncaring about the fact that I looked like a pornstar who had just been thoroughly fucked, I looked up at him, batting my eyes innocently while sticking my tongue out, opening my mouth wide. It didn’t take long for him to finish, his cheeks turning red and his brow furrowing as he slapped the head of his cock against my tongue a few times before holding it there.

The first spurt of come landed on my tongue and I moaned, wanting more. Craig’s whole body was tense as he came, looking down at the way his come coated my pink tongue, a smirk tugging at his lips as he tried to catch his breath.

“Swallow,” he commanded, his voice deep.

I did as told, swallowing and then flashing him a smile before laughing. He started laughing too, and then we were both laughing at how crazy the whole situation was.

“What did we just do?” he said, scrubbing a hand over his face before grabbing my hand and hauling me to my feet. “You’re fucking crazy, you know that?”

I tilted my head to the side and ran my fingers over green-purple skin around his eye. “The same could be said about you.”

My friendship with Craig was special. Growing up, we’d each gone through friendships and relationships that never lasted. But we always did. No matter what. Craig was the definition of a ride or die friend. I was well aware how lucky I was to have him.

He turned, grabbing something. I was about to ask him what he was doing when he turned back to me, squirting something across my stomach. “Craig!” I howled, feeling like the nearly forgotten slice on my stomach had been lit on fire. I reached forward and punched him as hard as I could in the shoulder as he held the open bottle of rubbing alcohol.

“What?” he yelled back at me, rubbing his shoulder. “Figured I’d get you while you had your guard down.

“Fuck you,” I said, eyes narrowed as I made my way over to the bed. I was preparing to but my bikini top when Craig waltzed over and ripped it out of my hands, plopping down on the bed in all his naked glory. “Can I have my top?”

“You’re not gonna spend the night?”

I suddenly felt self conscious, not sure how to answer. He wanted me to spend the night? In his bed with him? I’d spent the night at the Cody house any times growing up, but usually always on the couch unless I’d drunkenly passed out in his bed. “Here?” I finally asked.

Craig laughed, twirling my top around one finger. “Unless you’d rather sleep with Pope. But he might kill you.”

I laughed and crawled across the bed, keeping a safe distance and grabbing the blanket, pulling it up. “Fine. But don’t hog the bed.”

“Don’t snore.”

“I don’t snore, Craig!”

“Yes, you do. You snore fuckin’ loud.”

I threw a pillow at him before regarding him seriously. “Thank you for tonight. You know, with that douchebag and everything.”

Craig tucked an arm under his head and looked over at me, blue eyes searching my face. “Listen, I get that I’m an asshole. But I’d never let anything happen to you, Y/N. I’m sorry I didn’t get there sooner.”

I smiled softly, exhaustion taking over. I could barely keep my eyes open as I reached out, lacing our fingers together. “You were there. That’s all I care about.”

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The Family Part 2 - Drugs, Blood, Sex & Prison - Andrew "Pope" Cody x Reader feat Craig Cody, Baz Cody, and Deran Cody

Part Summary - Reader uses drugs and alcohol to numb her pain and Pope takes notice. Reader and Pope start having sex, Pope is arrested on a job and goes to prison.

Warnings - Heavy drug and alcohol use, accidental near overdose, smut, sex, being arrested, mention of rape and abuse, mention of robbery and murder, mention of prison and language.

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It had been two years since Y/n's father had raped and assaulted her, she knew he was dead. But she still had a hard time moving on, she was in a lot of emotional pain. She used drugs and alcohol to cope, she'd tried therapy but it didn't work. If may have if she hadn't quit, she said it wasn't working, Smurf's answer was to let her be. Pope was worried, she could hurt herself or even kill herself, he cut off her supply. "Hey Craig, don't give Y/n anymore drugs, she needs to cope and drugs won't help her do that, man" Pope said.

"Yeah okay, she's gonna be pissed, if she hits me I'm telling her you told me not to give them to her" Craig said. "Fine man, whatever you've gotta do" Pope said, Deran walked in with a bunch a beer, vodka, tequila and red bulls for the pool party that night. Y/n woke up like she did most mornings, on the bathroom floor. She didn't remember how she got there most mornings, she was on a towel and a bottle of water was next to her. Y/n went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee.

"Hey Craig, got any blow" Y/n said, "ugh no, I'm out" he said, "what do you mean you don't have any, you always have some" she said. "Look, he's worried about you, Pope told me not to give you any, he's afraid of losing you. We all are" Craig said. "You have the same chance as me at an overdose, more even you do more than I do" she said. "Maybe I do but I get laid or pass out afterwards, you drink till you fall down" Craig said. "I mean give the man a break he watches you get high and drink till you fall over. He carries you to the bathroom with you puking all over him, Y/n I know we all we walk on eggshells around each other. Smurf and Pope really do with you but I'm gonna say it, stop slowly killing yourself and making us watch" Craig yelled.

No one had spoken to her like that in a long time, she was already upset and needing a fix. She heard him but it wouldn't sink in until later, at that moment she just wanted to be high. Y/n knew where Craig kept his stash, she went into his room and went in the closet and got his stash. She wasn't thinking about the consequences, she took over half his stash. Y/n felt like she was going to be sick and she leaned on the wall while walking through the house. The guys were having a pool party and it was so loud no one could hear her yelling. "Craig, you seen Y/n" Pope said, "yeah before the party, I may have done something wrong, I kinda yelled at her when I was cutting her off" Craig said.

Pope ran inside and he got in the bathroom just in time to see her fall and hit the floor, "Baz, Craig, Deran, somebody call 911" Pope yelled, "Y/n, what did you do. You gotta stay with me baby" Pope grunted. The ambulance took her to the hospital and Pope went with her. He didn't leave her side, they stabilized her and brought her to a private room, she woke up with a headache. Y/n opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Pope leaning on the wall looking out the window. She thought about what Craig told her, she realized he was right.

Pope had been there since the rape, he killed her dad so he couldn't hurt her anymore. More recently he took care of her every night in her drunk high state. He even carried her to the bathroom while she threw up on him, in return she scared him. The whole family been walking on eggshells around her for years, she needed to start coping in a healthy way.

"Andrew" Y/n whispered, "hey, your a wake" he said going over to the bed, "I'm sorry, I put the whole family on high alert especially you. I didn't mean for this to happen. I was so upset but everything Craig said was right and I needed to hear it. I'm gonna try to find a healthier way to cope" she said. "Good, I'll help you anyway I can, you know, you are the most important person in my life" he said. "I love you too Andrew, I don't mean like a brother but after what my dad did to me I'm not sure I get the whole love thing" Y/n said. "Yeah I love you too, I have no idea what a healthy relationship looks like, I've never seen one" Pope said. "Well then we should work out nicely we both have no idea what we're doing" Y/n said. Later that day Pope took Y/n home, she slept the rest of the day, "Craig, you didn't make her overdose, she was craving it that's why she did it. She told me she appreciates what you said to her and that you were right and she's going to find a healthier way to cope. So thanks, man" Pope said.

Smurf made dinner and left a plate for Y/n in the fridge, she'd woken up and went to the the kitchen. She was starving and she ate her dinner and the half of the apple pie with ice cream straight from the carton. Pope walked in as she was putting things away, "hey, you look like you feel better" he said. "I do I just ate my weight in apple pie and ice cream" she said. Andrew put his hands on her hips pulling her closer to him, he pressed his lips to hers kissing her. Y/n put her arms around his neck as they deepened the kiss, he lifted her off the ground, she wrapped her legs around him. He carried her down the hall to her bedroom kicking the door shut.

Pope took her shirt off, she didn't have a bra on, he looked at her breasts and he put a hand on one of her breasts. She unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off and laid her on the bed and he took his pants off. Y/n pulled her shorts off, they were naked in front of each other for the first time. He crawled on the bed between her legs, he slipped two fingers in her pussy. She moaned loudly almost screaming as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. Pope made a scissor motion opening her entrance, when she was ready he took out his fingers.

Pope pushed his dick into her slowly until he was balls deep inside her, "oh fuck, so good, Andrew" Y/n moaned. "Your warm and tight, I'm not going to last long" he grunted, "then move" she said. Andrew started thrusting his hips starting out slow, she wrapped her legs around him locking her ankles. Y/n ran one of her hands between them rubbing her clit with her fingers. "You on the pill" he grunted, "yes, cum in me" she said, he shot his cum into her pussy. Her orgasm ripped through her, "fuck Andrew, yes" she screamed, he rubbed her clit getting her through her climax.

Pope laid on the bed, she rolled over placing her head on his chest, "that was incredible" he said. "Yeah it was, I don't know what we are but we have great sex" Y/n said, Smurf stuck her head in the room. She said nothing she just walked by, Craig and Deran opened the door. "See man, I knew it" Deran said, "yep it's about fucking time they start fucking" Craig said. "Guys, are you fucking twelve, get away from the door and give them some privacy" Baz said. "Wow, there really is no such thing as privacy in this house, is there" Y/n said, "no, we should've just left the door open" Pope said.

The next day Y/n spent in the kitchen with Smurf baking their celebratory apple pie for after the job. They were all shocked when Baz shot in the door followed by Deran and Craig, "calm down boys, what's wrong" Smurf said. "Pope got arrested" Baz said. "What" Y/n said, as her world fell apart around her, Craig put his arms around her her tight. "I'm calling the lawyer" Smurf said, "Baz, is Pope going to prison" Y/n cried. "Yeah probably" he said, "how long" she said, "ten years maybe more" Baz said.

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He’s forgotten about Pope and Craig, of Smurf and all the things he’d prepared to yell at Adrian. He wants to scream at him, shake him and keep the distance like he’s not so relivied seeing him.

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Behind The Fence

-8- Wanna get drunk with me?

Summary: Things with Craig are getting more and more shitty, but working with Deran offers some solace to you.... maybe he himself will make you feel better?

Pairing: Female!OFC × Deran Cody, but we have some Craig and Nicky in here as well!

Content warnings: SmUt (18+!), explicit language, explicit sexual content, a bit of angst, Alcohol, a hint of Deran fluff 'cus he's bae

A/N: I've warned you that Deran is kinda bi in my AU! So please just let this Cody thirsty girl have some fun, hmm kay?

You can read Part 7.3 here!

So gimme all your poison and gimme all your pills and gimme all your hopeless hearts to make me ill

The Drop was quite the place to be on this Saturday evening. The bar was buzzing like a hive, filled with laughter, booze and people willing to tip me very generously. It seems that the outfit I had picked for tonight's shift played out like I imagined it to. It was casual and yet alluring: A dark grey denim dress that was a bit shorter than knee length, a pair of loosely knitted fishnet tights with a snake motive embroidered on their back and dark red Van's to have a comfortable walk throughout the night. To finish that grungy skatergirl look I had taken one of Craig's flanell shirts which served me well as some kind of oversized wearable blanket. It also had a nice touch of his musky cologne on it, which apparently stopped some of the customers from getting all too touchy with me.

Working at Deran's bar really was the most chill job I've had in quite some time and D appeared to be throughly satisfied with my working moral as well.

The shift passed by in almost no time and was all fun and games until shortly before closing time. Just like it did every few minutes the door swung open and I examined the new customer with a quick look. It was a younger girl, almost appearing to still be underage. She seemed to be rather stressed out about something and frantically looked around the bar. Before I even had the chance to make my way towards this very lost looking girl, she stormed off towards Deran and shouted: "Deran?! Have you seen Craig? I REALLY need to so him! Now!"

Leaning forward with his elbows set on the counter Deran rolled his eyes and scoffed back at the girl: "Do I look like his fucking secretary, or what? Nicky...get your bum out of here or do you want me to get shut down because of you? Try calling him or whatever."

"I already did!", that young girl, apparently named Nicky sounded almost hysterical "Deran...I. NEED. TO. SEE. CRAIG. NOW!"

"Congrats! Why not shove a GPS up his ass the next time?" Overhearing this conversation made me chuckle a little, but at the same time made me wonder who that girl actually was and what someone like her wanted from someone like Craig. She had the looks of a nice, polite girl if you sat aside her devastated behaviour for a moment.

"Uhm...", I carefully chimed in from the side "As far as I know he's busy at the moment." Busy actually was an understatement, but I had no clue how much this Nicky girl knew about the family business so I kept it on the low.

"Who are you even and why are you wearing his clothes?!" Nicky now snapped in my direction.

"Uh...excuse me? I'm his...friend."

"Girlfriend?!" She crossed her arms in front of her chest after flicking her long, glossy brown hair over the shoulder. Instead of answering that one I just remained silent, a little awkwardly tugging on the shirt Nicky was staring at in pure hysteric anger.

"Ugh..whatever.", she rolled her eyes on me "Gotta call up someone else then."

Blazing back out of the bar just as fast as she had come in Nicky stomped off, leaving me with a bunch of questions.

Just as if this little intermezzo didn't even happen Deran went back to swiping the counter tiles.

"Geez...who's that chick?" I asked after having collected a few empty bottles and glasses that had been left at the tables.

Seemingly thinking about the right way to answer, Deran bit his lip.

"Uh...well...she's J's ex and now Craig's annoying shadow."

"Shadow?" I poked a little further.

"Ooof...you know...after J broke up with her she literally jumped at Craig. He got her high, he got her that nice, carefree party life and now she's all strung out on Coke. Probably looking for her fuck buddy to get a fix in trade for a blowie or whatever."

"My goodness..." I sighed in shock about how dark things actually got around Craig. It wasn't much of a surprise, honestly, but still I had thought of him to have at least a minimum of decency. Also the way Deran talked about it stuck with me and kept me thinking for the rest of my shift.

It just somehow struck me that I clearly wasn't the only woman Craig preferred to share his bed with and I felt stupid for assuming that I was in any way special to him. No, I was just part of his neat little collection and being reminded about that didn't feel good at all. The thought of it dragged me down more than I was willing to admit.

Rather upset and pensive I helped Deran clean up the bar. After we were done we took a seat behind the counter to treat ourselves to a well deserved cigarette.

"That thing with Nicky kinda rubbed you the wrong way, huh?" Deran asked, snipping off the ashes from the tip of his cigarette.

"Yeah...uhm...it's just.."

"It hurts, doesn't it?"

I just shrugged my shoulders as an answer.

"Is Renn also still around?"

With a concerned frown Deran arched his brows and threw me what should have been a smile, but was rather the mere idea of one.

"Oh...she's very much around...where do you think Craig's getting his shitloads of blow from?"

"Hmm... I see." I mumbled, jamming the smoked up stub in the ashtray.

"Do you wanna get drunk with me?"

I looked at Deran, a little taken aback by this question. It somehow made me smile, even chuckle a little, because this offer was a very Cody way of cheering someone up.

"After that strange something something? Hell yeah..."

"That's my girl!", Deran cheered and pointed at the shelf packed with liquor behind him "Go ahead and choose your poison."

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Without wasting a second thought on it, I'd went for the good stuff straightaway.

Treating myself to yet another big sip of Single Malt I smiled at Deran who was waiting on me to pass the bottle. We didn't even bother to use glasses that would've needed to be cleaned afterwards.

"I see you got lucky tonight?" He nodded towards a stack pile of bills.

"Indeed, some people around here just tip like crazy."

"I told you that a pretty face like yours would make a good deal working here. And I gotta say... you do be looking extra pretty today." Deran gulped down a few hefty drinks and placed the bottle onto the counter. His alcohol tolerance resided beyond my understanding, but I guess that's what came with being stuck with that family.

"Oh...uh...thanks." I blushed a little at his humble yet straightforward compliment. That's what I liked the most about spending time with Deran. He had his very own way of thinking, compared to his brothers and didn't lose no sleep about telling how he thought about things. He was such a chill guy that you couldn't help yourself but feel that calm wrapping you in, gently swiping away any sort of distortion. Unlike Craig he didn't throw a fit about every little thing that wasn't to his liking. Deran just dealt with and tried to make the best out of it. I appreciated that a lot and it was a welcome change to not be tip toeing around someone's temper tantrums. His presence just emitted a warm and fuzzy kind of solace I was starved of so much.

"To be quite frank, you too look like a total snack today. What's even up with you wearing a button up shirt?"

Deran smiled and let out a little laugh at me examining his clean, white shirt. It formed a nice contrast to his softly tanned skin and enhanced his sparkly blue eyes even more. In addition to that not so carefully put together top bun, that desperately tried to keep the upper half of his hair out of his face Deran almost looked professional.

"Before you came in today, I had an appointment with some liquor license dude. You know...to check if everything is set up accordingly to their standard and all that blah blah."

"That thing suits you, really."

"You think?"

I enthusiastically nodded and gave him a thumbs up.

"Huh....I'll think about it."

I knew that this was the best I could get him to do.

For the blink of an eye I just looked at him, trying to soak up all of the doubt free vibes that seemed to be oozing out of him just standing there. He made it all too easy for me to forget about my worries, about Craig being a total prick and about me gradually feeling more and more like shit since getting back in touch with the Cody family.

A bit sloppy I reached out to grab the collar of his shirt to pull him in. Confused at first Deran's eyes followed my movement, but he nonetheless gave in to my gentle tug.

Getting him closer to me I leaned in for a carefull kiss. I didn't really understand what got to me, but I could clearly tell that it felt good. His lips that softly pressed themselves onto mine tasted after the Whisky we were sharing. I felt the need of getting away from my self made misery growing stronger by the second and I almost shed a tear of relief as Deran reciprocated the kiss with another and yet another. The heat that was quickly engulfing the both of us was undeniable and neither of us had even the slightest intention of stopping that from happening.

In it's very own way it felt right, because it was such an alluringly wrong thing to do.

Not wasting a split second on anything else, Deran sternly pushed me towards the counter and grabbed me by the waist. In a effortlessly swift movement he lifted me up onto the tiles and pressed himself between my legs. With him being busy fondling around my tights I unbuttoned his not at all professional washed out pair of jeans just to pull them down alongside his shorts in one go.

"You're such a crazy rollercoaster, you know that?" Deran panted at me, grabbing his ass, drilling my nails into his delicate skin.

"That's what I'm all about, boy." I moaned in response while pulling him back in closer, feeling him inside of me within a rough thrust. Comfortably numb to anything else I buried my face in his shoulder and inhaled a deep drag of his smell. A hint of sweat mixed with an almost flowery cologne that got me high on the spot. The fabric of his shirt gently rubbed over my cheek as I felt him pounding into me with a firm and steady pace. He made me feel good for the first time in weeks and I didn't want this to ever be over. His warm body pressed against mine and the both of us panting and moaning away in the sheer pleasure of the moment made me feel whole again. Not to mention that just the act of having my senses fucked out of my body on top of a bar counter had it's very own charme.

Nevertheless it didn't feel like it just was about the sex. That was but a mere accessory to the whole situation Deran and I caught ourselves up in ,albeit a very pleasant one.

Clawing my hands onto his waist I lost myself in the sensation of him filling me up with every thrust. My body clenched around his I heard myself begging unto him to mess me up harder, to fuck every last shred of sanity out of me. Deran eagerly obliged to my demands as he pressed me in as close as he possibly could. If I hadn't been that close to cumming it would've hurt, feeling him so far up inside of me, but for that moment it was all I needed. In an agonisingly long instance I felt my orgasm working it's way up. I wanted that relief, craved it. Just as I was all too close to losing my mind, it hit me with full force. Screaming out Deran's name my entire body contracted in waves of pure pleasure, making me feel like levitating for a split second. Undisturbed by that Deran went on to pound further, seemingly very close as well. The thought of him blowing his load deep down inside of me almost had me hot and bothered all over again. And just as I started to regain my thoughts I felt him filling me up. Accompanied by an adorably vulnerable moan Deran's body tensed.

"Fuck..." he muttered under his breath, resting his hands onto the counter and slowly drawing himself out of me. As soon as he pulled himself out I felt his cum pouring out, dripping down and forming a milky puddle between my legs.

He smiled at me, little droplets of sweat all over his forehead. I wanted to smile too, but as soon as I got back in touch with reality the crushing weight of guilt hit me like a wrecking ball.

"Fuck, indeed..." I panted and opted for the bottle of Whisky.

Treating myself to an unnecessarily long sip I pulled my slip and tights back up and slid off the counter. I just had a fairly good time with Deran, no strings attached, and yet I felt terrible.

"Uhm.... you got some place to crash for me?" I asked, pulling down my dress.

"Sure...", Drean answered, occupied with pulling up his pants "Right next to the bureau there's a couch you can crash on."

"Thanks." I briefly said in return. Without really caring about Deran's view on it, I took the bottle with me, bearing the full intend of drinking myself to sleep.

Heading towards said sofa I sensed the guilt taking full hold on me. Shame, hatred and embarrassment all working together I just wished for it to wash over me for good.

Rather done with everything I threw myself onto the sleep promising furniture and took a drag out of the bottle. The alcohol lulled me in nicely, but my thoughts were racing still.

I was about setting the glas flask aside and tugging myself in Craig's shirt, as I heard a demanding, stern knock at the front door.

For a moment nothing happened. Another hammering knock followed.

"I know you are in there!"

It was Craig's muffled voice that got threw.

Jesus... fuck me, I thought to myself.

A lock clicked and a door was opened.

Oh please no...

I recognised Deran and his brother debating for a few muted down sentences with a stern few steps following.

I was about to drift off into a fairly drunk slumber as I felt another body pulling up to mine. Craig's huge build cramping up behind me, hugging me gently, almost needy.

"The job went well, babe." he uttered.

I just kept on acting as if I were asleep.

"I love you..." he kept on murmuring, wrapping his hands around my belly.

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