The first link in your Andrew Cody list…made me feel things 🥴 maybe it was the fact that the guy had a similar build and the season 1 hair cut that Andrew had… BUT I found a longer clip of it! Idk if already had it but I thought I’d share 😊
in my head, it takes a while for him to accept that you told him you loved him. he avoids you after for a little bit but finally shows up at your door (drenched because it's pouring rain) with tears in his eyes. you pull pope inside, helping him undress while he watches you in complete silence. when you reach for his underwear, he grabs your wrist.
"...did you mean it?"
you blink. pope doesn't.
"did you mean it? when you said... what you–what you said before," he gulps, stare burning a mess of too many emotions into your chest.
you hands reach to cup his face. pope flinches but lets you rub your thumb against his cheeks. his own grip, reluctant, finds it's way to your waist, which he clutches with a shudder.
all if takes is your small nod and yeah for his to crash his mouth into yours. pope groans into the whimper you release, hand moving to squeeze at the back of your neck.
suddenly, he yanks your lips from his. breathing out rough pants, his nose bumps with yours as he looks at you. you skin feels ablaze, and your head is somewhere far away as the heat rolls from him at a suffocating speed.
pope kisses you again, swallowing down your gasp. somewhere, through the huffs and teeth clashing, you swear you hear the softest, smallest "love you, too."
☼︎ 1.5 k celebration fic for... sammy bryant ☼︎ based on these asks ☼︎
summary ☼︎ after getting cheated on and treated as if he was terrible in bed, your boyfriend sammy has no idea just how good he always makes you feel. how do you remedy that? by having him tell you how good he is while you ride him of course!
cw ☼︎ afab!reader, talks of insecurities/infidelity, established relationship, reassurance af! dry humping for like a second, kissing :3, reverse cowgirl, unprotected p in v, creampie heals all
wc ☼︎ 1.2 k
the first time you and sammy had sex, you thought him asking you "that feel good?" or "is this okay?" repeatedly was just him learning your body. but at three months into the relationship and he's still acting surprised you even want to be intimate with him, you know it's more than that.
it was the same cycle of little things here and there that had you realize sammy was unaware of how good to you he was. it ranged from sending him a dirty text or picture while he was gone only to be met with a response like "you know you sent that to me right?", to trying to get him undressed and in your pants the second he got home just for him to scrunch his face up and say "you don't have to do that for me."
some nights, you even thought you were the problem. because every time you tried to tell him you felt needy for him, he always double and triple checked if you actually wanted to. your confusion came to a head after dinner on his couch one night.
you'd wanted him inside you since the second he got home, but as always, he looked at you like you had four heads when you tried to make a move. so you waited until after dinner and halfway through the movie he let you pick out. you lean over to start kissing his neck and you hear his breath hitch when you sling a leg over his waist to straddle him. "missed you today sammy.." you hum as you reach his lips while trailing your fingers down his soft belly to his pants zipper.
"are you sure you want to?" is what he murmurs when you tug at the metal tab. you huff, pulling back to look at him. "do you.. not want me or something sammy?" his hazel eyes look cartoonish the way they bulge outwards. "w-what? of course i do."
you play with the buttons on his shirt as you whisper, "then why are you always acting surprised when i want to be with you?" his pudgy cheeks redden instantly, a hand carding through his curls as he looks anywhere but you. "cause it is surprising for me. i guess." when your face scrunches in confusion he rubs the back of his neck as he continues. "my ex she uh, she cheated on me. and i- i think its because of y'know.. her not being satisfied with my… abilities."
the frown takes over your face instantly, heart sinking at the fact that his insecurities come from a woman who wasn't even faithful to him. you think for a second, the last few months becoming clearer in your mind. "sammy… you know that i think you're really good at sex right?"
"baby, you don't have'ta lie-" "i'm not lying! i swear, sammy. you're the only guy who's ever made me finish." he blinks up at you, hands tightening on your hips as you rock once on top of him. "i- i am?" you nod sweetly, not being able to help grinding down on him as you feel him fully harden beneath you. a small groan slips out of both of you at the movement.
"mhm.. you make me feel so good sammy. only you" his lips part at your admission before he cradles your face in his chubby hands to pull you down to kiss him. by the time your tongue slips into his mouth you're desperate, rocking back and forth and whining on top of him.
a surge of confidence rushes though your boyfriend as he whispers against your lips, "w-want me to make you feel good right now?" you don't try to fight of your soft moan of anticipation, which causes sammy to buck his hips up involuntarily as you nod.
you both quickly stand up and all clothes are discarded in between needy kisses before settling back onto the couch. you stop him before he can roll you into missionary, his go to position, and you pray that you've reassured him enough that he'll let you try something new.
you scoot around until you're hovering upright on his lap as you face away from him. you glance over your shoulder and bite your lip when you see his eyes glued to your ass. "this okay sammy?" his enthusiastic nod has you giggle, which is quickly cut off by a moan as he guides you to sink down onto his cock.
"jesus- fuck- you feel so good like this baby." sammy babbles already as you start to ride him in reverse cowgirl for the first time. you're crying out his name as he stretches you until you feel him in your throat.
even though you're not face to face, the new position lets you lean back against his soft chest and easily turn your head to kiss him. it's a sloppy kiss that has your hips faltering when he starts grinding upwards to meet each of your bounces. "oh god- so big sammy ooohh god-!" you yelp when he reaches around to rub your clit just how you taught him to, which you reward with a "just like that- mhm-! so good sammy."
sammy starts to whine into your mouth when you clench around him. "tell me that you're making me feel good. say it sammy." he hesitates for a second before you bend down and gently cup his balls that sit just below where he's touching your clit. he chokes out a groan before nodding in agreement. "im makin' you feel good baby- makin' you f-feel so good."
you're tugging on his bottom lip with your teeth as you whimper, "so good sammy- best anyone's ever made me feel." he speeds up his thrusts, his thick tip hitting the sensitive spot inside you relentlessly. he breaks your kiss to stick two of the chubby fingers from his free hand in your mouth, humming in satisfaction at you when you suck fervently and look back at him with glossy eyes.
he releases them with a *pop* and brings them to pinch one of your nipples and your orgasm approaches you like the inevitable drop off at a cliff. you feel him puff out his chest a bit against your back. and when he grunts, "yea.. yea- i'm the best you've ever had- hnng - f-fucking this tight pussy better than anyone else has, r-right?", you're a goner. you spasm around him, reaching forward to grab at his knees when your eyes squeeze shut in pleasure and you free fall with a shaky moan.
and sammy's right behind you, muttering a few "so good baby, fuck- best ive ever felt." and "gonna fill you up jus how you like it- gonna be so full a'me. only me." the next second your insides are flooded with warmth as he whimpers your name. you shiver at his come filling you to the brim, sending lovely aftershock waves through your body.
you sag back against his chest with a sigh, sammy wraps his strong arms around you, kissing your neck softly. you nuzzle your cheek to the top of his head where is curls lay a little sweaty now. you hold his hand in yours as you smile. "told you you were good at that."
Consider: terrible-at-being-a-sugar-baby reader. She gets that he’s supposed to buy her stuff, and she lets him! It’s just that the stuff she wants is mostly snacks and experiences. A new bakery opened downtown and she HAS to try half the case. Doesn’t she deserve an $18 cold pressed juice? She has to go to the aquarium with him - they serve cocktails now and she wants to get day drunk with him and look at jellyfish.
A purse? A dress? Ok, if he wants, but can they go to that new sushi spot after and order irresponsibly?
Your choice of Daddy.
✶ match box 14 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: andrew 'pope' cody x 'sugar baby' fem!reader, 1.3k wc, fluff, pope being down bad, not proofread.
→ a/n: no idea if you meant this as a regular request or a event one but here it is!
Pope had more money from jobs than he knew what to do with.
He didn't blow it on drugs like Craig, he didn't care to open his own business like Deran and hell who knows what Baz spends his cuts on cause it sure as hell was never Lena. Pope is the one who would buy Lena anything her little heart wanted and well there was nothing material anyway that he really desired so he was still stuck with money just sitting around.
He had heard about sugar baby's before when he was locked up and while he didn't exactly like the idea of being a "Sugar Daddy" — cause it felt like a term more meant for creepy old men who want a younger girlfriend and paying them is the only way they can get one. He figured it never hurt to at least look for one, find someone who would use the money instead of it just collecting dust in a bank or a safe.
He's a little picky as he looks through this slightly sketchy site about women in search of sugar daddy's. They're just about all offering their sexual services in turn for money, and none of that appeals to him. That feels too close to prostitution anyway and he's not looking for that part of the arrangement. Just as he is about to X out of the site and give up his eyes catch on you.
He's recognizes you, he's seen you around at Deran's bar and found himself quite attracted to you but when his younger brother caught him staring one too many times he got kicked to the back office so that he'd "Stop scaring the customers". He figured you were out of his league anyway with how damn gorgeous you were and those should be reasons enough for him not to click…his cursor moves anyway.
His breath hitches a second at the pictures you chose to display on the site, he's never seen you very dressed up. The few times he has seen you around you are more casual clothes, in the profile pictures you chose you are in figure hugging dresses and little skirts that make Pope's face a little flush now. It says in the bio you made the profile as a joke while drunk at a party with friends but decided to keep it up for the fun of it, he can't help the small jealously he feels over other men sending you money. However seeing as it was only created 2 days ago he hopes no one has, cause he thinks he's officially found his sugar baby.
It's a little easier than he thought to actually get the courage to speak to you, he messaged you on the site and the two of set up a coffee meeting. Maybe you don't recognize his last name when he tells you cause you don't react but you agree to be his sugar baby. He's grateful you don't exactly ask where he gets all the money he spends on you comes from, since when he's not working a job he is with you.
The part he doesn't expect though is that you don't seem to ask for the typical things he thought sugar babies asked for. He more than willing to spend hundreds to thousands of dollars on new purses, new shoes, makeup, new clothes for you. And I mean he does buy you those things on his own when your eye catches on something in the window as you two walk down the strip of stores, handing it to you with an faint smile. You accept it graciously with a "Thank you Pope i love it" and a kiss to his cheek that has him stuttering for a second as he whispers "You're welcome…" waiting on his heart to cool it with the thumping in his chest. But the stuff you actually ask him for are a bit more odd? The two of you end up going on more or less little dates instead of shopping sprees.
"Pope I wanna try out this new bakery" and he's already buckling you into the passenger seat of his truck and headed there. When he wipes frosting off the corner of your mouth with his thumb and you smile at him all dopey high on all the sugar you've consumed he knows he's gone.
"There's this new exhibit at the aquarium and they have themed cocktails after 5 can we go pleaaasee Popey?" You begged him oh so sweetly one afternoon over the phone and he's already springing up so fast from the patio table outside that Craig asked him if something bit him in the ass. Don't tell his brothers but he liked walking by your side through the rows of tanks filled with colorful fish and beautiful creatures. Drinking fruity little blue drinks with those silly shark gummies til you are a giggling mess clinging on his arm telling him how pretty he is and how grateful you are for him.
When you wanna try this ridiculously expensive healthy juice spot he takes you, even if he scrunches his nose up at all the options. When he notices you can't decide between two he tells you "We can get them both, whichever you like least I'll just drink" with a shrug, you wrap your arms around his bicep and coo a thank you at him. He pays 30 dollars for both of your drinks without blinking an eye, sitting outside at one of their tables outside as you taste test them both.
You choose the sweet strawberry and raspberry one over the greens one and even if it's a little gross Pope drinks the latter like he said he would. When you accidentally sputter out some of the liquid, the juice coating your lips cause he made you laugh a little too hard with his facial expression as he drinks his sludge — he absentmindedly reaches over to wipe the red staining your pout. Same as at the bakery only this time you pop his thumb in your mouth to lick the sweet mess off it and Pope's eyes go a little wide as they stare at your mouth.
The two of you have only so much as held hands for a not long enough time or you will hold onto his arm, but now more than anything he desperately wants to kiss you. I mean you've given him pecks on the cheek or his nose and a few times he's let himself be indulgent and he has kissed the back of your hand. Actually kissing you, on the lips has been something he hasn't allowed himself.
His train of thought is derailed when you slip your mouth off his finger and giggle out a "What?" He shakes his head in attempt to clear it and looks down like the table and your to-go cups of juice are much more interesting and mutters out a small dismissive "Nothing"
Bending to your every whim comes far too easily to him cause he's a little too whipped already for you, he even does things for you without you asking. Sends you money for your nails when you complain they've grown out too long and you need them redone, pays your rent for you without so much as you bringing it up, he even finds other experiences for the two of you to do together that he thinks you' ll like.
He just has to remind himself each time to not let too much affection slip, you're his sugar baby after all not his girlfriend…and suddenly he sort of regrets this arrangement he started a bit.
→ a/n: had no idea where to take this and still wrote 1.3k words bc its pope…and yet i feel like i wrote nothing lmao idk how i feel about this but i love this idea at the same time.
pope x reader | insinuating smut | aftercare | mdni
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thinking about how she could barely keep her beautiful eyes open afterward. fluttering her lashes as she caressed her index finger against his moist muscles.
she was melted into the large and familiar mattress. she’s all warm and dazed. her limbs heavy in that numbing, floaty way that always made her feel disconnected from everything.
except pope’s hand that was draped over her waist. anchoring her back down.
“hey,” he said quietly, still out of breath.
he gave her thigh a light and slow squeeze when she didn’t answer the first time. “baby, you gotta stay with me.”
she blinked slowly up at him from where she was half buried in his pillows, lips parted slightly, completely blissed out.
“i am,” she mused.
“nuh uh.” pope leaned over her, one hand settling against her jaw to keep her attention on him. “you’re in and out of it.”
a sleepy little smile tugged at her mouth. “mm, i feel nice.”
his expression shifted at her words. he softened for half a second before the seriousness set back into his features.
“baby, i know.” his rough and calloused thumb brushed once under her eye. “need you to focus for me now.”
she really tried for him.
be the good girl that he needed her to be.
but then his hand moved down her arm slowly and her eyes drifted again.
pope clicked his tongue softly. “c’mon.”
he pushed himself up off the bed and came back within minutes, holding a glass of water. she made absolutely no move to take it from him, still staring at him with that hazy little expression that made something possessive twist hard in his chest.
“sit up.”
she whined quietly at the command, barely moving.
pope just stared at her for a second before placing the class of water down on the nightstand. then he started hooking an arm behind her back and lifting her against his chiseled chest himself. “there,” he nodded, “there baby, take it.”
she immediately sagged into him bonelessly, face tucked into his neck.
“baby,” pope warned lowly, though there was no real heat behind it. “drink the water.”
he pressed the cold glass into her hand and kept it there until she finally took a few timid sips.
“good girl.” he purred in relief.
the praise made her eyes flutter shut again instantly.
“hey.” his hand slid to the back of her neck, grounding her again.“no, no. stay awake another minute.”
“mean,” she whispered weakly.
“yeah?” pope’s mouth twitched slightly as he pulled the blanket over her legs. “you’re still listening though.”
she looked so soft like this. completely relaxed. trusting him enough to let go entirely.
that part always got to him.
because pope wasn’t used to people trusting him with the vulnerable parts of themselves. or any parts if themselves.
but here she was, half asleep in his arms without an ounce of hesitation, letting him guide her through every little thing.
his hand rubbed slowly up and down her back while he kept talking quietly to her, reeling her back in every time she started float.
“look at me.”
she obeyed.
“that’s it.” softer now. “you with me?”
a tiny nod.
“good.” he kissed her forehead once, lingering there for a second. “doing so good for me.”
i just remembered love hearts exist because i randomly smelt them . i don’t have any near me but anyway !!
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andrew pope cody loving the stuff love heart sweets say and leaving one on your bedside table everyday “you’re mine” “tease me” “soulmate”
or or omg !! you guys are in the kitchen doing your own things when he just slides one over to you from across the counter and it says “kiss me” his cute lil way of asking for a kiss
and so obviously you give him what he’s asking for?! i mean come on.. how could you not :((
also another idea..? sue me sorry i don’t know bro
love hearts
warnings? : mdni. suggestive sexual content towards the end , yermm fluff its i don’t know basically just fluff maybe angst if you count it i don’t know that up for u to decide . pet names (doll , sweetheart , bunny) for andrew - andy , sweetie , pretty boy, baby (I KNOW I’M SORRY) - probably mischaracterisation unfortunately :(( i literally don’t think theres anything else tho , i’m so sorry if i missed anything AND PLS TELL ME IF I DID !!! um proposal whatever
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warm sunshine peeking through the curtains starts to pull you out of your sleep, you stir a little but you don’t fully open your eyes until realising andrew isn’t snuggled in bed with you. you look over and see that he’s watching you sleep? not too unusual i guess, i mean he does it every once in a while, like a little guard dog. but you notice he’s nervously tapping his foot. slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, your croaky voice lets out “andy? are you okay?” but he only gives a slight nod for a reply.
usually the routine is : waking up, feeling andrew’s warmth beside you, opening your eyes and looking at your bedside table, knowing there’s a love heart sweet there because andrew wakes up before you. he chooses one from his draw (yes he has a draw of love heart sweets) and sets it down beside the glass of water you have, he then climbs back into bed beside you until you wake up. sometimes he falls asleep again, other times he just listens to your snores. but this time? he was sat in a chair watching you.
you start to sit up and open your mouth to speak again but you see that he’s eyeing the bedside table. you follow his eye-line to see a love heart. reaching for it so you can actually read what it says, andrew’s breathing stops for a second - it was barely noticeable. you noticed though. he’s tapping and flexing his fingers anxiously on the arms of the chair, like he’s waiting for something. but what? you open your mouth to try and speak but andrew starts before you. “read what it says.” spoken in his usual stern voice, a hint of shakiness hidden behind everything. giving him a soft look back, you slowly look down to the love heart your holding. “marry me?”
holy shit is he proposing? he’s never given you that one before. he makes sure not to, he’s specific about the ones he sets out. you carefully look back up to him and see him reaching into his pocket, he brings out a little box. it’s a ring box.. after a second of looking at his feet he gets out of the chair to kneel down on one knee and open the ring box.
poor baby was too anxious to wait and plan a proposal dinner/trip for the both of you :(( you’re not complaining though.. this is perfect.
“m so sorry doll.. couldn’t wait… will you marry me?” he stammered shakily. and not even a second later he adds a desperate “please..” your jaw is dropped, mostly in awe because he’s so fucking cute, slightly stumbling over his words and being all nervous but you’re also shocked. you didn’t really expect him to propose to you right now, maybe in a year? but i mean he’s all you’ve ever wanted so why would you say no..
murmuring softly, “andy sweetie..” he lets out a gulp at your pause. oh gosh you’re gonna say no aren’t you?? he starts to get up due to his spiralling but you reach out to stop him. he gets back down, although instead of going back to one knee, he’s now on both of them. “yes. yes andrew i’ll marry you” he lets out a sigh of relief, smiles widely with his crooked teeth all on display and then immediately reaches for your hand to slide the ring on your finger.
admiring the ring for a literal second, you get up to pull him into a tight hug. scratching at his scalp with your nails to soothe any leftover nerves he has. he’s muttering small i love yous into the crook of your neck. “i love you too andrew. always and forever.” after a few minutes of rocking together he steps back from the hug. he’s been giving you puppy eyes this entire time, but he’s nervously flexing his fingers again. ohhhh.
“andy, baby is something still bothering you?” you whisper as you rub along his bicep. mmm you notice he’s still slightly hesitating to look at you properly. “i.. i don’t know. i think i’m still.. i mean i.. i should’ve planned something special right?” his voice goes up at the end of his sentence. seeing him so nervous and upset at himself that he couldn’t wait to plan something breaks your heart. :(( he’s just too cute. “andrew, it’s already special because you’re all i’ve ever wanted. you’re my pretty boy, i love you. and i love that you made it fit into our love hearts routine. plus.. we can always go on a “yay engaged!” trip to celebrate, or we can have a planned dinner.” you cupped his cheek whilst speaking gently. small tears are welling in his eyes as he lets out a shaky sigh. “yes please, i want that. i love you too, sweetheart.” i mean he tried to speak sternly but he’s still overwhelmed with anxiety so it came out breathy and desperate. that’s okay though! he’s adorable and you know the best way to help him relax.
pulling him into a gentle kiss that slowly turns sloppy, he lets out a content sigh against your lips, his hands move to your waist, then your hips. you start to trail kisses down his jaw, over to his ear, whispering “can we get you a ring too so people know you’re not free to snatch up?” his chest rumbles with a scoff like laugh. “oh don’t you worry bunny. i have other ideas for letting people know i’m off the market.” he mumbles back with a slight smirk. you giggle against him, understanding his hint and you continue to press kisses into his neck, slowly starting to suckle and bite, leaving a slight hickey trail. dragging your tongue back up towards his ear, you let out a whimper when his hands grip tighter on your hips. “andy.. if you’re still a little stressed i know a way for you to decompress..” he growls back a shaky “oh yeah?” before pushing you back down onto the bed, kneeling by the edge and pulling your sleep shorts down, a hazy lust filled look in his eyes.
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the andrew i’m imagining !! he’s so pretty awh
this isn’t fully proof read b t w :(( probs some mistakes and i haven’t written in years.. basically i’m not a fan of how this turned out - feedback is 1000% appreciated ^w^ i luv u all
OH MT GOD ANOTHER NOTE a love heart says lovebug i should’ve done that as a pet name i’m too lazy to change it and make it fit properly but it’s a cute idea i think
omg hello pretty much my first piece of writing and u guys give me 300+ likes ☹️ i’m gonna give hugs to all of u omg
Pope Cody would wrangle you into bed and then distract you enough to get your phone from your hands.
Pope Cody would cuddle in odd positions to prevent either of you from getting too hot, but also put just enough of his weight on you for your body to get the memo that its chill time.
Pope Cody would eat a few fruit gummies and then when you ask for one would gives you a melatonin gummy. If you say anything about the flavor, he just shrugs and says, "bag must be getting old." (He hates the texture of gummies btw)
Pope Cody would listen to you babble about anything and everything to let your brain tire itself out before saying, "it's okay, you can sleep now," when you can't keep your eyes open anymore.
Pope Cody would do all this just to then stay awake all night and watch you sleep. Maybe getting an hour here and there when he manages to feel at peace enough with you safe in his arms.
... Long story short, I need a Pope Cody to get me to go to sleep when my body is sending every signal it can that I'm exhausted, but ADHD keeps my brain on and hunting for dopamine.
andrew pope cody who’s worried about you finding his rap sheet vs. reader who’s printed out his mugshot to include in her journal with little hand-drawn hearts around it <3
✦ tags: fem!reader, fluff, chatty reader, established relationship, headcanons, drabble
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✦ Pope has always been a naturally quiet man so when he finds you: the bubbliest and most open girl ever, the dynamic just works. He doesn’t mind the way you fill the silences with your ramblings about your outfit or that stupid thing Deran did the other day or the cutest pair of shoes you saw in a store window. He always listens intently, though his responses mostly consist of soft "yeahs" and noises of agreement. Normally he gets sick of people who can’t shut up. Most people like that tend to incessantly spout bullshit at him . But you’re not most people - you’re his girl so every single syllable that comes out of your glossy lips is sacred to him. he loves that your so unhesitatingly chatty with him as he’s so used to people being guarded or too scared to talk to him so it makes him feel special getting to hear all your inner thoughts.
✦ Okay, sometimes your openness is a little inconvenient for him. Like when you get into random conversations with strangers on the street and he just stands there awkwardly behind you like your dog waiting for permission to leave. He always waits patiently though, proud of the fact that a girl so universally loved and sought out chose to be with him of all people.
✦ Your chattiness also means you get on great with his brothers, especially Craig (which Pope is totally not jealous about). At parties, he is practically forced to wrangle you away from Craig, surrounded by a large group as you finish telling the anecdote you’ve been animatedly narrating with your hands. He scoops you up and brings you outside to sit with him slightly away from the crowd so just the two of you can talk. You can’t blame him for being selfish with his girl, though, he’s far more deserving of your attention than those other people, especially his idiot brother.
✦ Andrew always takes everything you say really seriously, often not understanding your sarcasm or exaggerations, which is especially an issue as you don't always think twice before you spew dramatics.
"I'm literally gonna kill your brother" you blurted out once after Deran had raided your fridge and eaten the subway you were saving for lunch. A crease formed on Andrew’s brow instantly and you could feel his dark eyes boring into your skull from across the couch, already planning his revenge on his younger brother.
You spent the next hour trying to convince him not to march over to Smurf's place and beat the shit out of his brother over a sandwich.
✦ Pope indulges your every want, even the small stupid stuff you only mentioned in passing. You’re about the new lip gloss line at sephora, not even 12 hours later, you walk into your kitchen to find five shades of the product sitting on your counter, placed there casually, not expecting a thank you.
✦ Sometimes he genuinely just doesn't know how to get you to stop talking. Don't get me wrong, he loves hearing you talk but you’ve been going on about a trashy reality show for over an hour and he’s been trying to figure out a way to get you to come to bed without shutting down your excitement over celebrity gossip.
Eventually he gives up and resorts to clamping one hand over your mouth or pressing his lips to yours to shut you up, not quite knowing how to ask for what he wants. You gladly oblige with a kiss, Andrew being the only person for whom you would cut your stream of consciousness short.
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✦a/n: i’ve had the busiest week (so fun tho I saw mcr 😍) so I haven’t had time to write much ☹️ here’s a short one whilst I work on my other stuff xoxo
summary: andrew does pushups with you under him, until you want more.
warning: 18+, dryhumping, coming in pants
a/n: wrote the smut in this tipsy while being bored of the word cup game pls bare with any typos. i need this man to do pushups over me
Laying under Andrew as he does pushups, his strong, thick biceps on either side of your head. Feeling the sturdy weight of him press gently into you whenever he comes down, and pressing you stomach.. His face, etched with concentration as his eyes bore into yours every time he does a pushup.
You’re content to just lay there under him, admire his face and his chest and his arms on either side of you, warmth pooling in your stomach. It hasn’t been long, only about ten minutes or so, but small rivulets of sweat are forming along his curls, at the nape of his neck.
Eventually, you decide you need him to suffer a little, need to make him stop and take you right here, instead of doing his stupid push-ups, which were sexy, yes, but you were growing needy watching him, slick pooling in your underwear.
The little furrow in his brow smoothes out when you give him a little peck on his lips as he leans down. Just a soft press of your lips against his.
He pants.
“You’re distracting me.”
You giggle.
“That was my intention.”
Then you put your arms on his chest, on those pecs and slowly rub circles with your thumbs, feeling the warmth and slightly sweaty skin.
He stills above you, arms locked on either side. A bead of sweat trails down the side of his head, down his neck.
“You’re so sweaty, honey,” you begin, trailing your hands up and up the planes of his chest, until they meet at the back of his neck. You pull him down slightly, and he lets you, surprisingly, curious for your next move.
You smirk before you lean up slightly, neck tilting up. Then you take your tongue out, and trail it up the side his throat, tasting the slight musk and tanginess.
His jaw clenches, lips pressing together.
Andrew wraps one beefy arm around your waist, the other holding him up. Then he turns you over with an ease that leaves you stunned.
“Oh my god,” you gasp, now on top of him. You reach out and place your hands on either side of his head, your knees on the ground, straddling him to keep your balance.
“Holy fucking shit. I cannot believe you just flipped us over like that.”
Andrew just stares at you, the corner of his mouth twitching as he fights back a smile.
“S’nothing,” he mumbles.
“No it’s not nothing,” you say as you run a hand through his curls. “You’re my strong boy.”
He blushes then, cheeks warming as he leans in again.
“Yeah? M’ good?
You nod, brushing your nose against his.
Then he presses your lips together, hard. You kiss, your tongue in his mouth, fighting for dominance.
Feeling his cock underneath you, hardening under his boxer shorts, your clit rubbing against him, hard, as you grind your hops against his, once.
“Fuck,” he grits out, grabbing your waist with both hands.
“Please Andrew, let me make you feel good.”
He nods, whimpering into your mouth.
“Keep goin’, pretty girl.”
And you do, rocking your hips back and forth, the friction of your clothes between you creating the perfect friction on your clit.
“Andrew, fuck! You feel- feel so good baby,”
He groans in reply, moaning into your mouth as he moves you back and forth, holding your waist.
You move faster, gripping the sides of his neck, mouth hovers above his.
“Andrew, fuck- m’gonna come,” you whine into his mouth.
He nods against you, egging you on. Not a man of many words, he just grips your waist tighter in his palms, rocking you against him faster.
“Just like that baby, m’gonna come too,” he groans.
As his tip slides against your clit under your shorts, pressing against you on the perfect way, the wave of pleasure breaks and you come - hard. Back arching, hips grinding, moaning his name.
Andrew just stares, all sweaty and lost in your body moving against him as you work through your peak.
“Fuck- fuck can feel you pulsing baby,” Andrew groans out lowly.
His hips jerk up once, then twice, jerkily, before he spills in his boxers, moaning against your mouth.
You both pant against each other, feeling your release in your underwear.
“Did so- so good for me, honey,” you praise against his lips, kissing him softly.
He only moans in reply, hips still slightly grinding up into you.
“Thank you,” he whimpers.
Yeah. There’s nowhere you’d rather be.
god bless the Thot in my notes app and the TikTok edit of Andrew including him doing pushups
18+ ⫶ SADLE UP SHY GIRL ℘ requested
timid, yet needy reader rides jack abbot for the first time.
this typically isn’t how things would go.
you wouldn’t be barricading either side of your boyfriend’s hips with your thighs, slowly rocking your hips in his — watching the way his dick disappears between the folds of your pussy before peeking back out as the blush colored tip grazes sweet against your clit.
“what happened to waitin’, sweet’art?” jack grunts, steadying himself against the mattress, propping onto the back of his elbows. his eyes fixated on just how desperate your movements really are, while grinding flush against his cock and whimpering softly.
“i can’t wait …” you whine, almost too desperately as you rock your hips deeper into his. it honestly felt as if your clit was about the burst. the way it throbbed with each passing friction of skin to skin contact — you need it, you need him.
you pulled one of your hands underneath your body, soft palms fumbling at jack’s length, trying to grab at it. earning a groan from jack because what a fucking sight to behold — his pretty girl, you… trying so hard to make yourself feel good on his cock.
he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t harder than ever before, watching the same girl he’d fuck into mattress missionary-style while hiding her face with a pillow on top of him right now.
“tryna’ be a big girl, huh?” he teases with a grin, flashing one of his canines as he reaches a hand underneath you — dwarfing your hand that’s holding the base of his length as he wraps his hand over yours.
“gotta lift those hips up a bit more.” he rasps low and gruff, giving your ass a soft tap with his free hand. “yeah— that’s it, baby.” he praises as you raise your hips while he positions himself in a way that’ll make it easier for him to ease in. “and, juuusttt like that.” he drags out the vowel as he guides your hips down before you’re pushing his hands away from your hips.
your palms pressed flat against his chest, trying to find an equilibrium of balance while tucking your under his thighs. “oh? guess you know what you’re doing, yeah?” his eyebrows raise, and the corner of his eyes wrinkle once he lets out an amused chuckle.
a warm buzzing feeling runs through your body when you nod your head. your lips pursed together as you slowly allow yourself to sink further down into jack’s lap — such an overwhelming stretch, feeling the way he stuffs you full almost immediately as the head of his dick nudges against the hilt.
“oh—f-fuck ..” a moan escapes your throat, before catching your bottom lip in-between your teeth in attempt to stifle the sounds you’re making. you lift your hips, your walls involuntarily squeezing around jack’s length as you drop your ass against his pelvis with a broken moan.
you’re raising your hips again, finding that perfect rhythm as you drop right against that sweet spot inside of you over and over again. completely conscious of how sloppy and inexperienced your bouncing may be, but it feels too good to stop.
“mmh, jack.” you whimper, lashes fluttering open when he doesn’t respond because he’s usually vocal and praising you.
your movement comes to a slow halt once you realize that his eyes are already on you — feeling the embarrassment kick in once you see how his eyes drag from your face, down to place where you two are connected making your tummy folds.
the way he’s just lying there, hands rested alongside your ankles, fixated on you fucking yourself dumb on his cock like an animal in heat. his jaw locked tight, letting out guttural groans that sound closer to growls as he restrains himself from doing things his way.
“stop looking at me like thaat.” you dragged, averting your gaze somewhere else because you’re too shy to hold eye contact. breaking jack out of his trance, “lookin’ at you like what, baby?” his eyes are low, pupils blown wide unable to control his aching lust as he twitches inside you. “like that, stop!” your eyes flicker elsewhere — reaching your arms out, an the last thing jack’s seeing is that pretty pout displayed on your lips as your hands close in near his face.
your palms press above his nose, covering his eyes. “hmm.. this your solution, yeah?” jack’s lashes flutter against your palms with a big grin plastered across his face, he loves when you get like this. too shy to let him watch you bounce on him, yet there you are. picking back up from where you left off as if he hadn’t already seen you before.
“y-yes.” you moan in response, rocking your body back and forth against jack — trying to find back your rhythm, though failing miserably while losing balance. “what’s the matter, hun’? having trouble?” he asks, feeling your staggered movements about his hands slide up your forearms, down to hold at your wrists until you’re pulling away and pushing his hands towards his face instead.
“keep your hands right there.” you instruct, halting your movements ensuring that he’s actually listening before continuing. your hands finding its place against jack’s chest, stabilizing your position — feeling jack’s diaphragm vibrate against your palms as he lets out a low groan. “s—shit.” he curses underneath his breath. “you’re gonna be the end of me, y’know that?” he murmurs, gravely tone slick in lust.
you can barely respond. not when his cock’s stuffing you full, nuzzling perfect against that sweet spot inside of you. “mmph, j—just keep your eyes… off me.” you pant, feeling every inch graze your sensitive walls.
“whatever you say, sweetheart.” the words came out gruff as jack tosses his head back, throwing an arm over his eyes to keep them covered — deciding to indulge in your cute, yet silly request even if he’d already seen every inch of your body seconds ago.
and as impractical as your request could get. it didn’t change the fact that his vision was capped, voluntarily granting your wishes with you on top, riding him as if there were no tomorrow.
we’re talking about a man who would rather suffocate than pull his mouth from your cunt before you came. nose red from how hard he pressed it into your clit, chin dripping from a combination of your wetness and his drool.
a man who humps the bed while he’s going to town, turned on by the fact that you’re turned on, just happy to be of service and drowning in your cunt.
a man who would grow stubble if it meant you would get pleasure from it. he prefers being clean shaven but after you mention that you crave a little more friction, he’s ditching the razor for a couple days so he can rub his face right in your cunt, skin turning flushed. your pleasure is the only thing he really cares about.
a man who will drop to his knees in the shower, hiking one leg over his shoulder while he fucking EATS. it’s a terrible angle and you’re a little worried he’s waterboarding himself down there with the combination of your juices and the water from the shower, but he makes sure you come.
was listening to this and thought about andrew who literally can’t pull himself away from your pussy. (Nsfw)
the noises you’re making, his brothers’ might aswell think he’s killing you. Your fingernails nearly tearing the sheets, he doesn’t even know how good he is at this. Just lapping at your cunt like you were his first good meal straight out of prison.
“baby- ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry… it’s jus’ so good, please? Yeah?” he can’t stop.
Andrew doesn’t know why. He never did drugs, never had that kind of euphoria after a hit. But with his head between your thighs? He’d be willing to bet that it’d be the exact same kind.
Your taste lingers on his tongue and even when you’re about to pass out, he keeps going ‘n going. There’s even a damp spot on the edge of the bed from where his hips were rutting. He was so, so fucking close.
It was pathetic… Really, really pathetic. But you? You thought it was the hottest thing to grace this earth.
Bf Pope who wants to know everything about you. What preschool did you go to? Who was your first kiss? (He now hates this guy but whatever) Why don’t you like tomato in your salad but like it on your burger? Is there really a difference between Taylor Swift’s Evermore and Folklore to you? Why did you switch coffee shops? Do you really love him? He knows the answer to all because he really listens when you talk.
Bf Pope who has you memorized, from your favorite coffee order to your shoe size to how you don’t like the windows down in the car because it’ll mess up your hair, but you don’t mention it because other people like it. He’s willing to pay attention to you.
Bf Pope who will gift you things from the list he has memorized about you but always plays it off.
“I got you your favorite coffee order because I happened to be next door.”
(He drove 15 minutes out of his way to get it.)
“Here’s that book you mentioned wanting the other day. I was getting one and thought you would want one too so we can read together)
(He already had the book he brought for himself)
“I got you those shoes you tried on at the store but didn’t get because you were waiting for your paycheck. I got a bonus and was just picking us both up some fun things.”
(He went back and bought them the same day.)
Bf Pope who knows immediately if something is wrong with his girl if she’s even slightly less yappy (doesn’t matter if she’s on the quiet side or not, he’s paid attention to how much she talks daily) and is willing to do anything to make her feel like herself again.
Bf Pope who truly wants to know all about your past relationships, even if they’re one night stands. Don’t get it wrong, it’ll bother the fuck out of him, and he can’t stand to think someone has gotten to know you, let alone touch you before him. But he wants to understand what went right or wrong so he can learn from it.
Bf Pope who literally pretends you don’t exist around Smurf for the first 6ish months of dating.
“Who is that girl I hear you’re seeing?”
“I’ve literally never met a girl before in my life. Anyways, Deran how is the bar going”
Bf Pope who is always angling himself between you and Baz. If you’re on a couch, he’s sitting directly between you guys, intercepting any questions thrown your way. If you’re drinking at the bar, he’s got you between his legs, getting all your attention before Baz can even offer to get you a beer. If you’re tanning, he’s sat at the end of the chair so Baz can’t see you from the pool. If you’re helping Smurf with dinner, he’s handing you all the ingredients so you’ll be stationary and don’t have to pass Baz to get anything. He doesn’t trust that even his smallest actions around you are with good intentions.
Bf Pope who doesn’t mind the friendship that forms between you and Deran or you and J but will put his foot down at Craig. Nasty boy is not getting near his girl. He saw how he was with Nicky and he’s not letting it happen a second time.
Bf Pope who has never once said, let alone thought, that any of your clothes are skimpy. At most, he’s concerned you don’t have a jacket or aren’t wearing socks even if it’s 90 degrees out.
Bf Pope who can fight, and he knows it, so wear what you want, girly.
Bf Pope who doesn’t do traditional relationship nicknames. He never mentioned hating them out loud, but you can tell by the way he flinches when you call him baby or babe. So you go with more unique names like handsome, trouble, or honeybee. He secretly loves the nickname bug. Epically when you play with it.
“You’re being such a snugglebug today”
“Oh he’s a grumpybug today.”
“You’re my little love bug”
Bf Pope who remembers you mentioned once how handsome he is in a hat and now has a stellar collection. He always wants your opinion on which one.
Bf Pope who likes his hair to be played with while he drives and you control the audio. If you stop too early, he’ll lean into your hand or reach for you.
Bf Pope who enjoys casual touches like when you fix his hair, brush something off his face, or tie his shoe. Now, don’t get it twisted, he’ll freeze for a second because touch without an expectation is still something he is learning.
Bf Pope who falls asleep immediately once you get him a good night routine. Maybe a bath with salts and smelly goodness while you wash his hair. Maybe your same skincare that you do for him which you will have to do for him. Maybe a nightly TV show you watch together. You laying on his chest (or him laying on yours) makes him feel so safe.
Bf Pope who isn’t great at vocally apologizing but will shape up his actions immediately because he wants to show you he’s capable of change for you.
Bf Pope who will be your DD 9/10 times. Like, why pay for an Uber when he would love to pick you and any of your girls up and hear all about your night?
Bf Pope who is willing to teach you anything you want. You gonna take up surfing? Great, he knows the basics and will learn more from Deran to get you better. You got a skateboard? Amazing, he’s already got you the perfect setup. You want to golf? He has no idea how, but he’s been doing research in all his free time. Plus, he’s already got you guys matching clubs and hats.
Bf Pope who is very nervous the first time you bake a pie. He thinks you’re trying to congratulate him for something but can’t figure out what. He eats it thinking you’re looking at him expecting details about something, not because you’re hoping he likes it.
Bf Pope who tracks your period (lowkey your ovulation too for “personal” reasons) so he knows when you need some extra love, extra snackies, or extra attention.
Bf Pope who needs you to be straightforward when you want sex at first. He’s under the impression girls don’t love sex with him because, why would they? So he will convince himself you’re trying to initiate a snuggle from him or just getting comfortable before he understands that sex is something you love to do with HIM.
Bf Pope who thinks you would hate to have his cum all over you after sex, so he’s quick to get you wiped down with soap and water. He’ll get you water with lemon and a snack if he thinks it’ll make you comfortable. It’s not until later he realizes that he’s allowed to be messy with sex or just relax for a moment afterward.
Bf Pope who, at his core, wants to be loved in every way there is to offer and is willing to love you back.
ditzy!reader who drives a car with a license plate cover that says “princess.” everyone else always laughs or playfully rolls their eyes when she pulls into work, but jack is totally smitten. eyeing it down as she parks (terribly) and smirking when robby leans over “seriously?” “oh yeah. big time. drives me crazy, actually.” he smiles as you bounce over, your keys shaking as you happily wave, “hi jackie!” “hi babycakes!” and jack throws his arm around your shoulders <3
