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hi !! i'm judas (18) and i write for fun. aside from that, my hobbies include baking, theatre, going on walks/runs, and fiber arts. i'm always down for a chat, so even if you aren't requesting something, feel free to stop by my inbox !!
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"i want to live in a world where the word 'normal' is an insult." — m.collins
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Jack likes to pay $
Jack Abbot who never lets you pay. And it wasn't like you needed the help but by god did he refuse to let you fork out for anything.
Your newest shoes? He had sent his card details to the luxury shop.
You were hungry but too tired to cook? His card was on file in your Uber eats app.
You wanted coffee? He had opened a tab under his name at your favorite coffee shop, even paid for delivery on days when he knew you'd need extra caffeine.
You were still renting an apartment? He had changed the automatic withdrawal info so that it linked directly to his own bank account.
Once, you tried to go halfsies on a dinner date and Jack almost cried thinking you wanted to break up. That was the last time you ever tried paying when Jack was close by.
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and when you’re shopping online/ordering through the app, your account is linked to his card. that way you can still earn points at your favorite places and he still gets to pay for it…
What if Andrew Cody actually doesn’t like it rough?
In nearly every Pope Cody fan fiction, he comes home from a job — mad, red with anger — and in need of someone to take it out on. Reader is there, and is always being used to make him better. He’ll pull their hair, jackhammer, slap and bite and tug. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I love those fics down.
But I’ve been thinking after I saw a Tumblr post saying Andrew would not want to be dominant. He wouldn’t want to be called 'daddy' and wouldn’t want to be rough. Especially after being in positions where girls have asked him to 'use them.'
So what if Andrew Cody actually comes home, furious and heaving, but instead of pushing reader onto the bed and fucking out his anger, he’ll ask for them to be soft with him? He would enter the room they share, gently grab their face with trembling hands, and ask them to ride him. Maybe he’d want them to tug his hair, or paw at his chest. But he wouldn’t flip them over and have his way, or pounding into them. His way in these scenarios is whining, begging reader to fuck him. He likes it when they’re either on top, or when they’re tucked into his chest and he’s pushing into them from the back. In this spooning position, he’ll probably cradle their face in his hot hands and just maybe have them suck his thumb.
And he’ll probably enjoy it if they call him "Andrew" in a soothing tone.
Correct me if this sounds off. But I definitely agree that he’s like this.
just finished a closing shift during the fourth of july. i think i experienced the pitt s2.
Eco-responsible needy!Sammy (NSFW)
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You would never have guessed when meeting Sammy that he was environmentally conscious. Though sometimes you wondered if he was eco-conscious for the right reasons.
Like when he muttered something about droughts and how he had to take all his showers with you because did you really want to make global warming worse? Somehow these eco-responsible showers always end up with you braced up against one of the shower's walls cursing whenever his tip slams into your cervix.
And again when a particularly harsh winter took over California. Why waste money and emit more CO2 when you have a perfectly warm and eager to help human heater right in bed? When Sammy's warm thick body around you didn't warm you up quick enough, he'd part your lips, hot fingers curling and padding around as you tried to concentrate on whichever task you were doing. And if that still wasn't enough, like last week when you were complaining of being cold while working from home, he'd make you sit on his length, letting it warm you right up from the inside.
On the contrary, when summer was too hot, which happens more often than not, Sammy found an article about how cooling systems, and thus ACs, represent roughly 10% of global electricity consumption. You had grumbled under your breath about how warm you were and Sammy simply bought you five new sets of bikinis for you to wear. Everyday he got to see you waltz around in the skimpiest bikinis ever, loving the way your curves were on display, boobs almost spilling out with each movement. It also meant that he now had quick access to what he wanted most, pushing the flimsy textile away from your cunt for his fingers to toy with his favorite little button.
There was also the time when you had seen a new anti-acne product that would be able to help reduce some of the imperfections in your skin, but the product had to be shipped from half-way across the world which would produce way too much CO2. So Sammy simply had you suck his cock, hooded eyes looking down at you as he softly grabbed your hair to guide you deeper until you almost choke. And when he was seconds away from coming, he pulled out, letting his thick ropes of white paint your pretty face, using his fingers to smear the substance all over your cheeks, forehead, chin.
'S-semen has spermine sweet girl... h-has antioxidant and anti-inflammatory properties -fuck- you look so pretty like this."
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MDNI/18+ … pathetic sammy bryant with a thighjob…
making out with sammy in bed. after a long day, you’ve retreated to the bedroom. you rolled around in the sheets, laughter escaping you both. he has you pressed against the pillows, hips absently rutting against yours. his lips trailed to the column of your neck, along your pulse point.
“don’t seem so upset about no dirty dishes now,” you can feel the way he smirks against your skin, nipping softly at your ear.
it should be sexy. only, a reminder of your earlier squabble ignites a spark of annoyance.
you huffed, your hands bracing against his chest.
“use your—“
“get off.”
sammy’s grin faltered.
“what?”
“i said get off. bringing that shit up again.”
your boyfriend relented, a puppy pout now tugging at his mouth.
“wait—c’mon—i was only joking baby :((”
season 3 of the pitt has to have the addition of jack abbot and bitchy little sunglasses. it’s part of shawn’s contract i’m pretty sure. sammy bryant? bitchy sunglasses. andrew cody? incredibly bitchy sunglasses. titus danforth? you’re not gonna believe this
HI EMMY !!! this my first ask everrrr im kinda nervy but i love ur work so here i am🙈 would love to hear any thoughts u have on pope cody and belly bulge bc i feel like thats something he would be into. he’s very territorial and i just think he’d love being able to physically see/feel himself inside of you IDKKKK
the feelings are mutual, baby! lemme be your friend, don't be scared around me.
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CONTENTS: andrew “pope” cody x reader, smut w/ little plot, ANIMAL KINGDOM S4 SPOILERS, unprotected p in v, belly bulge, fingering
he would be all pent up from j and deran’s constant commands since his mother passed.
always doing the most for them, i mean, he was arrested after all. always expendable, yet he was still family.
until you, as his girl, would greet him in his reserved bedroom. all pretty in your lace garments that would hold you all too close. the fabric drawing around your curves and enticing the rigidity beneath your big popey. he was large, constantly working against the punching bag that rested in the backyard.
behind you, craig would be his second biggest supporter. always being there for his matches, cheering him on along with your constant praises. yet, you'd be there in an old sleep shirt, maybe from activities from the night before. the hem dripping down your hips where your shorts hugged your butt as he beat his opponent down.
sure, it should've ended the moment his mother passed. the constant flow of money as he'd beat the shit out of someone. i mean, smurf was the one who put him up to it. he was always willing to take out his stress on his opponent, unless it was you.
he'd be worn ragged, almost collapsing in front of you. you would have a grasp on his jaw, making him focus on your figure standing before him. you would grant kisses along his temples and the crown of his head. you adorned his wounds with hydrochloride. his wounds hissing and bubbling as the fluid poured from the bottle. you wrapping his knuckles with bandages.
you'd press warm kisses to his fingers, him letting the feeling warmth and radiate beneath the skin. his spare hand would ball and fist into itself as he admired your work. always patching him up, always caring and loving.
his lips would grow to hover and hold over yours, slow kisses meeting your lips. his breath radiating across your slick mouth. he wanted to sleep, to relax. he would draw his palm across your hip, pushing you away.
he'd press a kiss to your cupid’s bow as he made his way to the bathroom, you knew he still wanted you. he just couldn't do it tonight, his figure drained from the fight.
and it was okay, you knew it was like this. his body growing weak as people betted on him to win, feeling like some sort of fight dog. he never lost, you knew that, but he was exhausted.
you could feel it, his muscles relaxed while his cock grew solid below. yearning and aching, but he knew he couldn't fuck you how he wanted.
he would hold onto your wrist, guiding you to the bedroom. he curled into you, his head resting on your chest as you toyed with his curls. the gentle rise and fall of your chest and your steady heartbeat lulling him to sleep.
he awoke to your sleeping figure, your lace nightie riding up your hip. your lips pouted as you huffed out little puffs.
he slid his rough hand over the curve, slowly inching and palming at your flesh. he felt himself start to harden, him readjusting in the bed. the movements and touches stirred you awake.
"mm, andy?" you hummed, wiping at your sleepy eyes.
"hey, sweetheart," he smirked, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "sorry i woke you, you just looked...pretty."
this was common, constant restless nights for pope always led to you waking up with him watching you. always studying, always protective.
he yanked you by your hips, earning a sweet little giggle from your lips. he kissed you, slow yet passionate. his tongue drawing into your mouth and brushing yours. he groaned against your lips, his nails digging into your hip.
he snuck his thigh between your legs, your thighs meeting his side. the movement earned a moan from you, the meat of his thigh raking across your clothed clit.
his hand was strong and warm as his palm rested below your jaw, sometimes his thumb guiding you further into his mouth. your hands gripped his shoulder, the muscles solid and hot beneath your touch.
"popey, you're so big," you smiled against his lips. he hummed in response.
he trailed his fingers down your body, inching down towards your aching pussy. you gasped as his fingers drew over the wet spot that continued to grow. you bucked at his touch, wanting more.
this led to you yanking the lace of your panties down, pope assisting once they settled against your thighs, he pulled them the rest of the way.
he pressed his fingers into you, you mewling and him groaning at the feeling of your tight little pussy hugging his calloused digits.
"fuck-, andrew," you panted, short breaths brushing across his lips as his mouth hovered over yours.
"say it," he commanded.
"say, ah-, s-say what?" you whimpered out.
"say how it good it feels."
this was pope, always quiet in bed, yet always demanding. always short, but effective.
"yeah, fuck-," you moaned. "so good, your fingers feel so good in my pussy."
pope grunted at your words, gripping your hips and turning you to where your back met the mattress. he shrugged himself free of his boxers once his cock sprung free. the slight slick dribbling from the flush head.
"say you want me," he said as he fisted his fat length, you in total bliss at the big man above you, zoning out at his demand. "fuckin' say it."
"want you," you heaved. "i want you so badly, andy."
he threaded his cock into your warm folds, a harsh shove at first and then relishing as you welcomed him. your walls clenching as you accommodated around his familiar girth.
"popey, you're so big."
it would be slow thrusts at first, the head of his fat cock reaching deep into you, kissing your cervix. every stab into your hips intentional and intense.
he'd go like that for a while, driving while little squelches filled the room. your breasts grazing his chest as your bodies clung to each other in a constant rhythm.
then it would hit again, the exhaustion. the fight from the night before, his injuries. they would make him falter, his movements suddenly hitched by the pain that radiated in his side.
"m'gonna flip you over, yeah?" he slurred.
before you could respond, he grasped the plush of your hips. spinning you to where your knees kissed the sheets, you settling on top of him.
this is where you did the work now, conducting every motion. you bounced along his length, him assisting you with your movements as he grunted.
it wasn't until you removed your hands from his strong chest and placed them beside his legs, leaning back. that's when he noticed his length bulging from your belly. he whimpered at the sight. he settled his coarse palm along your tummy, feeling the flesh expand against it as you continued to ride him.
"f-feel me, here?" he asked, looking up at you with his big hazel eyes.
"yeah," you whimpered. "i feel you, you're so d-deep."
"yeah," he whispered.
your hips continued to drive onto him, the angle exposing your needy bud. he swirled the tips of his fingers around it, earning your walls to constrict around him further.
this led to his orgasm, the white goo leaking from your hole. your thighs shook as you looked at the sight, you reaching your own peak.
you fell into him, all while he was still inside you. your foreheads pressed together as you both tried to catch your breath, your chests heaving and bushing against each other.
"so perfect," pope rasped. "all for me."
getting coffee before my shift and thinking about a meet cute with jack…cough cough
Do you think we could get pope with (once again weirdo girlfriend) but she’s so quiet that she’ll scare the skin off of pope. Like say she’s a very quiet walker (totally not projecting here). And she stalks up behind him , wrapping her arms around his middle and he almost fucks up the sandwich he’s making 😭
Or it’s the middle of the night ( miscellaneous night side quests ) . He quietly goes outside to hear the ocean, just to be jumpscared by you smoking a cigarette
hi anon!!! i absolutely love this little series we have going with popey and weird gf!!! also hello i finally figured out how to use these gif dividers T-T
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pope really wasn't one to startle easily, but somehow you managed to do it every once in a while. especially in the middle of the night when he was watching one of those documentaries while you were asleep next to him in the bed. you never really minded when he watched tv while you tried to sleep. what was funny was that you'd be wide awake, just lying still and then you'll randomly say something and it makes him jump. you giggle at him every time, and it makes him embarrassed.
it has also happened a couple times in the kitchen. on nights where you didn't stay awake long enough for making sandwiches in the pitch black, andrew would do it himself. however, it took him a couple tries to expect that you might walk in at any moment. you'd pad silently into the kitchen, either whisper in his ear or tap him on the shoulder knowing it would spook him. he wasn't sure why you found it so funny, but it was incredibly hard to be mad at you when you laughed (or cackled/snorted, if that's your thing) so adorably.
it was strange, this dynamic with him. you wondered if he was just jumpy, but quickly found out that he was the opposite. most of the time when you tried to scare him intentionally, save for the midnight kitchen adventures, it hardly worked. you just moved so quietly that it was impossible for anyone to hear you. he learned not to worry about it though, because you were the only person he really felt safe around. <3
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andrew cody, even at his most dominant with you, hates hearing you beg. with every past girlfriend he'd loved it. wanted to make them squirm and cry and wait. but as soon as you say "please" for anything, it makes his gut twist around itself like a knife. the idea of his pretty girl being denied anything, ever, makes him fucking sick. he never allows you to doubt if you're going to get what you want, whether it's his cock or something from a high shelf or a new tennis bracelet. he borderline growls when you have to ask one of his brothers for something twice in a row because they didn't hear or ignored you the first time.
thinking about how andrew “pope” cody is so clingy and a needy little baby!
MDNI - 18+
CONTENTS: clingy! andrew “pope” cody x reader, fluff
you’re an early riser and he’s a night owl. him either never sleeping or staying up too late watching nature documentaries. you wake up around 5:00 am, sitting outside by the pool with a cup of coffee or a glass of orange juice while the summer sun peaks over the horizon.
he slides the glass door open, all pouty while he stands before you in his boxers.
“good morning, andy,” you greet.
“why aren’t you in bed?” he asks, slightly frowning.
“andrew, y’know i have a lot to do today,” you mentioned as you took a pull from your mug.
“but i need you in bed,” he huffs. “sleep better with you there.”
“fine, but only for a few more minutes.”
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how he grows awkward in public. constant anxiety flooding his mind amongst the bustling spaces.
so when’s he at one of the cody parties or even just in the grocery store, he always has to have a hand on you. either on the small of your back, or your fingers interlaced with his. he just has to know you’re there.
gosh! he’s so cute!
