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𝕭𝖎𝖙𝖊 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖙 𝖋𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖘 𝖞𝖔𝖚

[carnivorousbites]

𝕹𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖌𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓: 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊

Hi you call can call me Nibbles. I’m 25 and my blog has adult content so if you’re a minor please move along.

🩸𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖘: 𝕺𝖕𝖊𝖓

🦷𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕸𝖊

🦷𝕬𝖇𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕿𝖍𝖎𝖘 𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖌

🦷𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝕽𝖚𝖑𝖊𝖘

🦷𝕮𝖚𝖗𝖗𝖊𝖓𝖙 𝕱𝖆𝖛𝖔𝖗𝖎𝖙𝖊𝖘

🦷𝕭𝖊𝖋𝖔𝖗𝖊 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖈𝖊𝖊𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌

Talk to me, send requests, leave comments I don’t bite…much.

All images are from Pinterest.

[heavenlybarnesss]

Jack Abbot’s got one hand on the steering wheel, and the other is two fingers deep in your pussy as you claw desperately at his muscly arm for support. Neon reds, greens, and yellows cast themselves across your faces as you move through the busy downtown Pittsburgh traffic on a Saturday night. If they wanted to, the drivers on the right of you could definitely see what’s going on behind the windows of Jack’s truck. He looks sooo handsome tonight in a dark, tight fitted tee with jeans and boots - black Rolex on his left wrist. You’re coming from a double dinner date with Robby and an obstetrician he’s been seeing.

Your legs are spread wide, unashamedly slick with your juices as he fucks his fingers up into you. Your hair’s falling in your face, your brows are screwed up in pleasure as you whine and whimper. Your cheeks are pink and flushed, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Jesus, baby, you’re soakin’ the passenger seat. Fuck,” he growls.

“Oh Jack, please don’t stop! Gonna make me cum, daddy,” you sob. Your legs shake as you further drench the seat, nails digging into his arm.

“Aw there you go, fuck. Look at you, jus’ fuckin’ soaking my fingers, honey. Yeah you are,” he cooes while pumping them in and out of you, eyes glossy as he goes back and forth between your weepy cunt clenching his thick digits, and the flow of traffic in front of him. “Yeah you areee, such a good girl. Fuck me, need to get you home.” You collapse breathlessly against his bicep, clutching for dear life as you come down from your high. “I got you, there you go angel. Daddy’s got you. Daddy’s got you, always. When we get home I’m gonna take care of you proper, baby,” he whispers into your hair as he presses a tender kiss to your head.

[carnivorousbites]

[heavenlybarnesss]

❀ s(cream) on it ❀

Andrew “Pope” Cody x curvy f!reader - I have no idea where this came from??? I thought of it while I was in the shower, and once I got to writing it just started pouring out of me. MDNI, 18+

Andrew “Pope” Cody who very quickly takes advantage of the fact you’re the first ones in the hot tub on a slow night in at the Cody’s. The other guys were inside changing into their trunks and let’s face it - pregaming for even a chill night in the jacuzzi. You climbed in first, smiling at Pope as he held his hand out for you to hold while you got in. You sighed at the feeling of the warm water against your skin, oblivious to Pope ogling the itsy bitsy bikini on your body. If this was the last sight he saw before he died - the way your nipples peeked through your top from the contrast of the cool night air, and the warm bubbles against your skin…the feminine way the bottoms hugged your soft lower belly and cushy upper thigh - he’d die a happy man.

Pope loved the parts of you that you thought were ‘pudgy.’ You reminded him of those white, marble statues of Greek goddesses draped in the finest linens and adorned in lavish necklaces and head pieces. He loves laying his head on your tummy as you run your manicured nails through his auburn curls. He loves driving down the road, windows down, with his freckled hand on the meaty part of your bare thigh.

And speaking of bare thighs, he loooves when you wear those teensy denim shorts where your ass hangs out a little. You get insecure about the cellulite under your ass cheeks, but he reassures you by constantly grabbing and smacking your ass whenever you walk around with them on. Doing laundry? He’s coming up behind you and grabbing both cheeks in his hands while putting his head on your shoulder. Prepping lunch for him and the guys? He’s walking by and giving it a hard smack on his way to grab a beer from the fridge. You + daisy dukes = a man possessed.

He climbs in after you, and before you can even get comfy he’s on you like a fucking jungle cat. He’s grabbing at your plushy hips and spinning you around so your back is to him. He pats the side of your left thigh, gesturing for you climb up onto your knees on the jacuzzi bench that runs around the inside. You’re confused but obliging, always eager to please him. And before you can ask what the fuck he’s doing, he’s pulling at the strings of your bikini bottoms and yanking them off. He ignores the way you squeal and scoots you so you’re facing one of the jacuzzi jets.

“C’mere, I wanna show you something.”

“Andy, what are you doiiing? They’re gonna be out here any minute.”

“Good, they can watch.”

“Huh-?” He cuts you off, positioning himself behind you and wrapping his arms around you. He slides his right hand down between your legs. He spreads your pussy lips with his thick fingers so the jet hits directly on your clit. You gasp and immediately throw your head back against his shoulder, your eyebrows scrunched together as you look at him. He rubs slow circles on your clit, the combined pressure from the heavy stream of water and his fingers making your brain foggy. You grab onto his beefy arm for support.

“Fuckkk Andy, feels s’good. But what if they-?“

“What’s wrong baby? You don’t want ‘em to see you like this? Bare pussy in the hot tub, using the water and my fingers to get off?”

You whined and squirmed against his arms, the outside breeze and the overwhelming feeling of warmth blossoming all over your body making you restless. You wanted to moan and curse but were still too shy at the thought of his family coming out any second. A sudden loss of contact snapped you out of a very frustrating - but also toe curling-ly blissful - internal dilemma. You felt Pope shift behind you, his muscular arms dropping from your sides. He stands up straight and presses his hand against your upper back, making you lean on your elbows over the outside of the jacuzzi. At some point while he was making your brain cloudy and thoughts sticky like cotton candy, he had removed his swim trunks.

You could feel his hard cock against your ass. He grabbed the base and aligned it with your glistening pussy, using his thumb to pull your left cheek to the side to see better. He rubbed the tip up and down your entrance, practically drooling from the shiny mix of the water and your own wetness. He slid into you, slow at first while you adjusted to the sensation, and then picked up a consistent pace. He was in no hurry at all, and he certainly couldn’t care less about the fact his family was so close he could hear them from out here.

He moves a large hand up to your right tit, sliding it beneath the wet fabric and massaging it. He rolls the nipple between calloused fingers and does the same to the left. He pumps in and out of you slowly, the only sounds besides the crickets being your joint groans and moans and the splashing of Pope’s hips snapping against the water. Your pride falls apart and before you know it, you’re begging him to fuck you faster and harder without giving a shit about who sees. You’re quite literally matching his freak, if you will.

“Andy, please-“

“Please what angel? Big girls use their words to get what they want. You know that.”

“Please, please fuck me harder. I need you.”

“Aw. My pretty, needy baby. Doesn’t even care that her boyfriend’s family’s about to see her bent over and fucked out of her mind in their hot tub. Needs my cock so badly that she’s willing to be a nasty girl. Shameless.” He moves his hand from your breast to up around your throat. He squeezes it firm but gentle, nearly making your eyes cross. He begins pounding into you. His eyes are closed as he leans forward and licks along the side of your face where your jawline meets your neck.

At this point you’re a fucking hot mess, clawing at the edge of the hot tub and garbling out moans that would make a porn star jealous. It’s all so much. The weight of his heavy dick inside of you…the weight of his hand, veiny and always sprinkled with cuts and bruises from jobs, squeezing your throat…the breeze picking up, causing the water to ripple and the palm leaves to rattle. Your thighs were shaking, and a hot spring of Yellowstone proportions was bubbling inside of your lower belly and ready to burst. Goosebumps kissed your arms and lower back. Your lips were puffy and sore from biting down before to stifle the noises you were now making, tossing all caution to the wind.

“Andyyy. Andy, I feel like I’m gonna-“

“Uh-uh.” He clicks his tongue. “You can’t come until they get out here.”

“What??? Andy, no. I can’t, I have to-“

“I said no. You’re gonna show them how much you love this cock…how you wish you were molded to it.”

“Fuck, please Andy. I can’t hold it any longer, need to come on your cock so badly.” And he really could tell you were close, based off the way your thighs were quivering and your pussy was clenching around him.

“I know you can hold it a little longer, sweetheart. I know you can be a good girl for me.” He was seriously underestimating you because with the way he was currently railing you and the way he was talking to you, you weren’t going to last long. You were in the front cart of the coaster clicking up and up the tracks, reaching your peak and about to tumble over the edge. Your eyes screwed shut, your calves and feet tensed up, You were biting your lip so hard trying not to cum that you might’ve drawn blood. You couldn’t hold on any longer, you were losing your grip on the edge. At the same time a distant screen door flies open and slams shut, every single cell in your body explodes.

The guttural moan you release is otherworldly. You slip in and out of reality, multicolored static and stars buzzing behind your closed eyes. Fireworks erupt in your lower belly and you shimmy and press your ass as far back as you can go, aching to be as close to him as possible. You didn’t give a fuck if you were on display for the world to see if it meant Pope made you feel this fucking high for the rest of your lives.

“Aw Jesus, what the fuck Pope?” Baz’s voice cracks through your hazy euphoria. Almost immediately Pope loses control too, hips stuttering and rutting against your backside. You feel him twitch and you both groan at the feeling of him spilling inside of you. His grip on your neck tightens and he’s sloppily kissing and nipping at your bare shoulder while you both ride out your highs.

“Fuck, you guys. There’s eight fucking bedrooms here. You can’t pick one?” Craig chimes in. Him and Baz both shake their heads, turning on their heels to head back inside. They warn Deran and J before they can even step out the door, both of them reacting with disgust at Pope defiling you in the jacuzzi they all shared. The door slammed shut again, and you both sat in silence while continuing to breathe through the aftermath of your shared orgasm. You’re the first to speak, pink returning to your cheeks after the brain fog had cleared and you realized what you had just done.

“Oh god. I can’t believe I just did that,” you started. “I’m never going to live that down.” Pope straightened up again, sliding out of you reluctantly and reaching for his trunks.

“Live what down?” he asked, as if he was completely unbothered by the fact his family just saw him plowing you.

“Andy are you serious? The fact the guys just saw us fucking in here…”

“So what? Let ‘em see who fucks you this good. It’ll teach Baz and Craig a lesson about staring at your ass when I rub sunscreen on it by the pool.”

“Andrew Cody. Was this all because you were trying to teach your brothers a lesson about eye fucking me?” you questioned, feigning disbelief. You pressed the palm of your hand to your chest, mouth agape but slightly turned at the corners.

“I am the only one who gets to eye fuck you. Ever. And if they can’t get that through their thick fucking skulls, they’re gonna watch while I actually fuck you.”

[pinkandblueblurbs]

18+ mdni thinking about jack abott and his sweet girl who gets distracted during sex n can have trouble finishing…

he can see when you’re into it— meeting his eye, smiling, responding to his words with sweet whimpers n hushed whispers as he fucks you… but then he can see when your head goes elsewhere. your eyes glaze over a bit and drift to the ceiling, you stop grinding down to meet his thrusts.

His hand comes up to cup your face in an attempt to draw you back, and you turn your face to kiss his palm, but he knows it’s just an absentminded reflex.

“Hey.” Jack urges, voice a low rasp. “Hey, doll. Look at me.” He smiles gently when you finally meet his eye with a small one of your own. “Where’d you go, pretty girl? Gotta stay with me.”

“Sorry,” you murmur, all breathy as Jack’s hips snap forward n his cock kisses your cervix. “Just thinking.”

Jack shakes his head, light and easy and hardly a reprimand. “You’ve got all the time in the world to think, sweetheart. I need you to focus right now, can you do that for me?”

You nod.

“Feel this?” He rolls his hips again, slow and deep. “Feel how full you are?”

You nod again, and this time your brows furrow n your face scrunches in pleasure as you fully find your way back to the present.

“Yeah. Attagirl. Feels nice, doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” You breathe out. You let your back arch, rutting down against Jack to chase that build-up you need. He nods encouragingly.

“There you go. You’re doing such a good job.” Jack’s hand moves low between your bodies. He finds your clit, rolls it between the pads of his index and middle fingers.

He smirks when you moan and tremble. He knows you’re getting there, but also knows that you could just as easily lose it again. So he keeps talking.

“Such a good girl for me. Look how fuckin’ perfect you are.” He presses a kiss to your cheek, then your neck, then he connects his lips to yours and lets his tongue sweep inside, swallowing your next moan. He’s panting softly when he pulls away.

His fingers speed up just a bit when he can tell that you need more. He nods, urging you along when your hands come up to grip his shoulders and you look at him with desperate eyes. He keeps the encouragement flowing freely. “Good girl. Come on, you can do it. I feel you getting close, babydoll. You’re doing so well. I wanna feel you to cum on my cock.”

Your brows knit in concentration and you writhe on the bed, trying to move the right way and find the right angles to finally send yourself over the edge.

When it works you tighten up everywhere— your fingers dig into the freckled flesh of Jack’s shoulders, your body goes rigid, your mouth slackens in a long, airy moan. Jack groans lowly at the feeling of your walls clenching up around him, pulling his cock in deep.

“Goood girl.” Jack grits out. His hips stutter as he diligently fucks you through your orgasm. “You’re so good, honey. Fuck.” His forehead falls against yours, sweaty gray curls pressing against your hairline and lust-blown eyes mere inches from your own. “That never gets fucking old.”

[carnivorousbites]

As an ADHD girly I’m obsessed with this. It’s got me feeling like this

[carnivorousbites]

𝕰𝖝 𝕭𝖆𝖇𝖞 𝕯𝖆𝖉𝖉𝖞 𝕻𝖔𝖕𝖊

Normally I don’t do pregnancy but this idea popped into my head so I bent my own rule.

Stay on the look out for a part 2 based of when pope gets out of Folsom!

🐾 You and Pope had been on and off again for years before you got pregnant. It had been a total accident and frankly scared the living shit out of both of you. “I’m not ready for this!” Pope snapped pacing back and forth hands running through his hair. “Oh and you think I am Andy?!” Your voice loud overwhelming in the small space. All of Pope’s childhood trauma and insecurities bubbling to the surface at the prospect of being a parent.

💵 “I’m done.” He mumbled turning his hand on the doorknob when he heard your voice soft but more sure than he had ever heard it before. “Andrew Cody if you walk out that door you and I are done. I fucking mean it this time.” There’s a pause as time seems to stop and everything seems to freeze. You think for a second that the ultimatum was enough but just as the thought forms it’s snuffed out as the doorknob turns and the oldest Cody boy stalks out into the warm California night. Leaving you completely heartbroken.

🐾 Ex Baby Daddy Pope who got booked a week later after robbing a bank with his brothers. The trial was swift and brutal as Pope took all the blame, refusing to snitch on his family. The muscle in his jaw tight as the judge sentenced him to six years in Folsom state prison for armed robbery. Right before he was taken away you were able to talk to him. Your eyes wet with tears that you refused to let fall. “I just thought you should know I’m going to keep the baby.”

💵 Ex Baby Daddy Pope who writes you letters every single day asking about how you’re doing. How the baby is doing. Asking for pictures of the sonograms and summaries from the doctors. Apologizing for how things ended. Promises for what’s to come when he gets out. Every time Baz visits him he asks about you even when Baz begs him to leave it alone. It doesn’t take much convincing for Baz to promise to keep tabs on you for Andrew.

🐾You’re so thankful for Cath who reaches out to you a month into your pregnancy asking if you need any help. You’re way in over your head and immediately accept the help from her. Sure it’s a little uncomfortable with her being married to the brother of your ex but Baz has always been so kind to you and continues to do so that you brush aside the discomfort. You’re completely unaware that Andrew is behind this little arrangement.

💵Baz and Cath finally wearing you down and you give in writing a letter to Pope. It’s a peace offering the chance to coparent because you believe your child has the right to know their dad. Additionally no matter how angry you are at Pope you know that he would want to be in your kid’s life. He’s watched every single one of this siblings dad’s be absent including his own. There was no way in hell he was going to do the same. You make it incredibly clear in the letter that you’re not looking to get back together. Despite the ache in your chest telling you otherwise you let Pope know that if there’s any sort of funny business you won’t hesitate to leave.

🐾Ex baby daddy Pope who cries when he sees the first sonogram of his beautiful baby. Who is overjoyed when at twenty weeks he learns that he’s having a little girl. He calls you after every appointment, check up, ultrasound. He apologizes for him not being there. Promises that things are going to be different when he gets out. He stays quiet every time you remind him you aren’t getting back together. That’s what you think anyways.

💵Ex baby daddy Pope who nearly loses his shit when Deran calls to say your water broke. “What’s happening?! Are you with her?! Is she in a lot of pain?! He hears Deran yelling for Craig to get in the car. The lack of answers and control he feels eating away his self restraint. Pope lashes out his fist connecting with the wall next to the phone. “Fucking answer me!” He yells so loud that Deran drops the phone.

🐾Craig’s voice comes through to pope a few seconds later. “Jesus man she’s fine! We’re meeting Baz and Cath at the hospital they’re with her now! Baz called us while he was driving a minute ago…” there’s a pause and then Craig’s sarcastic mocking jab comes through the phone. “God who would have thought that fuckin’ Pope would be any sort of daddy.” That’s the last thing he hears before the line goes dead.

💵Ex baby daddy Pope who’s up all night either pacing his cell or sit straight back and looking straight ahead. His mind is racing with possibilities of what could be happening. His feeling are scrambled an amalgamation of pride, joy, anger, fear, and sadness at what was going on. All the while an overwhelming sea of emotions was threatening to drown him.

🐾It’s Baz who finally picks up the phone waiting until Pope’s wall of questions and accusations finally fall silent to speak. “They’re both perfectly fine Pope. Mama’s doing good and your little girl is healthy and already quiet.” Pope who lets out a choked sigh of relief. His eyes stinging from trying to hold his tears back. Baz laughs at the silence “Congratulations brother you’re a dad now. You can’t fuck it up more than any of our dad’s.”

💵Ex baby daddy Pope who keeps a photo of you and your beautiful baby girl on him at all times. It’s sometime after you had given birth. Your baby is cleaned up wrapped in a soft pink blanket. She’s tucked under your chin and you’re smiling down at her. It’s wrinkled and folded but it brings a smile to his face and reminds him of what’s waiting for him when he gets home.

🐾A few weeks later you show up to Folsom for a visit. Pope who cries silent tears when he finally gets to hold his bundle of joy. She’s so little in his arms. Fast asleep a small pink cap pulled over her round head. Tiny brown curls that match Pope’s stick out the back. “She’s so beautiful baby…” Pope whispers he’s looking at you with awe and a devotion that borders on obsessive. “She’s so perfect…Thank you.” He rasps as he ducks his head back down. His gaze soft as his finger gently caresses her chubby little cheek.

[carnivorousbites]

The whiplash I just had because why the fuck is Civilian by Wye Oak in Animal Kingdom?! That song is a soundtrack exclusive to The Walking Dead in my mind.

[starlord-s]

robby’s confession comes at the worst possible time. he’s chewing you out for putting yourself in danger with a patient who had a gun, who you managed to talk down before he did anything he’d later regret. robby’s yelling can be heard around the ER, and he doesn’t bother to have the conversation in private. he’s so frustrated with you, scared out of his mind, which is why he ends up screaming at you that he loves you before his brain can catch up with his mouth.

silence falls around the room as everyone takes in the weight of his words. dana pretends like she’s busying herself with paperwork, but the look on her face says otherwise.

robby runs a hand down his face and lets out a sigh, “well, cat’s outta the bag.”

he goes to leave, but your words stop him, “you can’t just walk away after saying something like that. what the fuck?”

“forget i said anything—“

“i can’t just forget! you said you love me!” you exclaim, heart racing.

“i…” he nods, grounding himself. “i do. and that’s why when you stood between that patient and the gun, i almost lost my fucking mind.”

“robby—“

“you don’t have to—“

“robby,” you laugh gently. “have you ever thought i might love you too?”

[robbyscoffee]

OUR LITTLE SECRET. SMUT. mdni! workplace sex. mean!robby. fem!reader. throat-fucking with fingers. allusions to choking. praise. big dick robby. use of pet names 𓂃˖ ࣪⊹

thinking about seeing robby in secret and teasing the hell out of him on shift. robby groaning his usual disgruntled “fuck me” after dealing with a particularly frustrating patient to which you cheekily mutter, “i mean…” with other doctors in earshot. robby’d just look at you with a face akin to disbelief, though this wasn’t the first time you’d hinted at your secret arrangement just to fuck with him, so that wasn’t quite right. the look was more predatory than anything.

so that little comment would end with you bent over the breakroom counter while he bullied his large cock into your pussy, groaning at how well you clenched around him. he seldom fucked you on shift for fear of getting caught, but he was not past putting you back in your place when you were clearly in need of it.

“robby, mmph, s- slow down! too big,” you whined helplessly, his heavy balls slapping your ass with every thrust. robby covered your mouth with his hand, sticking two fingers down your throat. “ah-ah, baby. you were asking for this, weren’t you, baby? you wanted my big cock. now take what i fucking give you.”

you could only whimper and submit to him as he pounded you into the counter, efforts nothing short of relentless until he was cumming into your pussy, pulling you in by the waist to make sure you took every drop. robby wasn’t usually a quickie kind of guy, but certain circumstances allowed for it.

he leaned over your shoulder and spoke right into your ear, placing his hand on your neck not to squeeze but to warn. “you gonna behave the rest of my shift, baby?” he rasped, to which you nodded. “yeah? gonna be my good girl again?”

“m- mhm. so good, robby, promise,” you said meekly, too fucked-out to speak any louder. robby pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek, a stark contrast to his earlier ministrations.

“there’s a girl. now, clean yourself up, honey. we’ve got a job to do.”

the way he’d look at you before absolutely destroying your pussy ‹𝟹

[lostalioth]

put out the cigar on me please god. put out the cigar on me please god. put out the cigar on me please god. put out the cigar on me please god.

[carnivorousbites]

Gnawing at the bars of my enclosure I need him so bad

[carnivorousbites]

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊 𝖂𝖆𝖌𝖔𝖓

In which the Cody’s move nextdoor and Reader and her family come over to greet them with fresh home made cookies.

Part of my Nextdoor Neighbor series! Thank you for all the love and comments on the last one! If you want to be added to the tag list just comment!

☆ Just pure fluff. Ages are kept vague.

A week after they had toured the place the Cody family moved in right nextdoor to you. You bounced excitedly on the balls of your feet staring through the window as the big moving trucks pulled into the driveway. Your parents all but having to drag you away from the front door as you made a break for it. Eager and ready to meet your new neighbors.

“Sweetheart you can’t just go over there! Once the new neighbors settle in we can go visit I promise.” Your father reminds you as he scoops up your flailing body in a desperate attempt to break free. “But dad I wanna go see Andyyyyy!” You whine trying to climb over his shoulder as a confused expression crosses his face. “Andy? Who the hell is Andy?”

You’re rather ungracefully plopped on the couch your dad standing in front of you. His hands on his hips and his no nonsense expression causing you to pause. You give him a sheepish smile as you try to explain. “He’s one of our new neighbors. I kinda peeked over the wall when his family was touring.” Your dad closes his eyes and lets out a sigh. “Dad I didn’t do anything bad! I promise! I just got excited cause there’s so many kids for me to play with! There’s five of them!”

Right before your dad can say anything your mom walks by her eyebrows raised and a gentle smile on her face. “Five new friends what a lucky girl you are.” Your dad shoots her a look which she ignores as your mom takes your hand pulling you up from the couch. “Well with that new piece of information we better get started on a batch of cookies shouldn’t we?” Your squeal fills the house as you take off running towards the kitchen. “We have to make chocolate chip and they have to be perfect!”

You spend the rest of the afternoon helping your mom make cookies while trying to catch a peek at the Cody family. You see a few of the other kids. A boy with blonde hair who looks around your age getting pushed by another boy who’s stature is massive with longer brown hair. You see a girl with long straight brown hair who’s struggling to carry a box that another boy about her age helps her with. You let out a huff of annoyance as you have yet to see the boy with the brown curls who you met by the pool.

The scent of freshly baked cookies fills the air and as you sit on the counter licking the spoon you try to identify which cookie was the best to give to your new friend Andrew. You can hardly sit through dinner, begging your mom to go faster as she places each cookie on a plate. When she reaches for one your hand shoots out blocking her. “No this one is for Andy.” To you it’s the perfect cookie. It’s not too big but not to small. Fairly round with an even distribution of chocolate chips.

You place that cookie in a little box you made before nearly dragging your parents out of the house as you skip to the newly appointed Cody compound. Your small fist pounds on the door before your parents have even gotten halfway up the driveway. You’re practically vibrating with excitement as the door opens revealing a blonde woman in nice clothes and pretty jewelry her eyes which had been narrowed soften when she sees you.

“Hi!” Your voice coming out as a yell you feel your dad’s hand on your shoulder to steady you. “Hi we’re so sorry to bother you but our daughter was just so excited to meet you all. We’re your new neighbors.” Your mother effortlessly cuts in a warm smile on her face that Smurf matches with ease. “We brought cookies!” You hold out the plate proudly towards Smurf who bends down to your eye level. “Well aren’t you just the sweetest. My boys will absolutely love these.” She turns calling back through the house before extending a hand to your parents.

“Janine Cody, but everyone calls me Smurf. It’s lovely to meet you.” At that moment the heavy sound of footsteps echo and three boys suddenly appear. “This is Baz, Craig, and my sweet baby Deran.” She pauses a second her brows furrowing. “Pope! Come meet the new neighbors!” She calls before turning back to your family to continue to chat. You hand over the plate of cookies watching as the boys dig in. You learn that Deran is the same age as you and that you’re both in the same class.

A moment later the door opens a little more and you freeze. Andrew ‘Pope’ Cody stands beside Smurf his brows furrowed a small frown gracing his face that seems to evaporate when he sees you. “H-hi Andy.” Your voice seems to fail you as you suddenly feel overwhelmed shifting your weight from foot to foot as you lean back against your dad. “Andy?” Smurf echos the pointed look of curiosity she gives Andrew obscured as she turns to study him. Pope for his part a lump form in his throat. “Hey.” He says softly but before any questions can be asked your mom cuts in. “So you’re the boy my daughter met when you all toured. She has a bad habit of peeking over the wall.”

“Ah I see.” Smurf muses her gaze flickering from your suddenly shy form to her eldest son’s ridged posture. “Well I’m sure that everyone will be fast friends.” She turns to look at you a smile on her face that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. “And sweetheart no more peeking over the fence. If you want to come spend time over here you knock on the front door okay?” You nod realizing that the conversation was coming to a close you muster your courage and pipe up. “I um… here this is for you.”

You quickly shove the box with the perfect cookie into Pope’s hands. Fingers brushing sending a warm fuzzy feeling to shoot through your chest and you rip your hands away. “I’ll see you tomorrow at school Craig and I’ll see you in class Deran. Bye!” You squeak out turning to grab your parent’s hands as you rush back to your house. With your quick escape and apologetic parents tripping after you the Cody family’s eyes all turn to Pope whose reaction is a bit slower as his gaze is still trained on where you had been previously standing.

Baz chuckles as he catches the way Pope’s ears are colored pink as he turns his attention back to the box. “Well aren’t you going to open it?” Craig asks peering over his older brother’s shoulder. Pope knows he can’t just say no when Smurf is right there so he begrudgingly opens the box. The corner of his mouth twitching as he’s greeted with a singular cookie and a note taped to the inside lid of the box stating I saved you the perfect cookie. I hope we can be friends.

Tag list: @wittyogredemon @secretlyapartofthisfandom

[robinavitchgf]

pervy!mechanic!robby whos garage you stumble into after some car troubles. you sit in his office, waiting for him to return with the details and the price.

when he eventually returns, he gives you a rundown of what’s wrong and what needs fixed—but it all gets a bit overwhelming and robby pulls you in to his side, rubbing his hand up and down your arm and trying to soothe you. he coos at you, telling you he can cover some of the costs so it reduces the price—but only if you do him a favour.

next thing you know, your bare knees are sore, almost scraping on the metal floor as he sits at his chair, head thrown back with one hand on the back of your head. he pushes your head further down into his lap, the blunt head of his cock hitting the back of your throat as he mutters sickly sweet praises telling you how warm your mouth feels and how good of a job you’re doing.

[carnivorousbites]

Mechanic Robby just makes so much sense

[drizzledrawings]

Rosita and her two guys

[carnivorousbites]

𝕹𝖊𝖝𝖙𝖉𝖔𝖔𝖗 𝕹𝖊𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖇𝖔𝖗

I’m going to make a fluffy little collection of dabbles centering around reader being neighbors with the Cody’s and the cute childhood crush that follows.

Nextdoor neighbor series

Fluff ☆ no TW. Pt 2

My brain is too small to figure out the age gaps between all the Cody kids so ages are vague.

Andrew Pope Cody who likes you the second he meets you. You’re both just kids at the time. He’s got his hands shoved in his pockets. Trailing after Baz and Julia who are lost in their own little world. Craig is somewhere running around yelling about how cool this new house is. Smurf’s heels click across the tile she adjusts her hold on Deran’s hand as he anxiously looks around. Pope can tell he wants to run off and join Craig but the idea of being in a new place has put him on edge.

Pope hates this. Hates that they’re moving again. Hates that Smurf is acting like nothing is wrong when it’s so clear that everything is going to shit. Julia’s laugh catches his attention causing his head to turn. The pit in his stomach grows as he sees Baz pulling away from her. He immediately looks for Smurf and lets out a sigh of relief when he realizes she’s in the house somewhere. A whispered secret shared between his twin and the boy he’s supposed to call his brother.

He can’t stand it anymore as he turns opening the sliding glass door stomping into the backyard. It’s mainly a stone patio with a big pool in the center there’s a tiny patch of grass near a dividing wall. As Pope stands there he looks at all the windows, doors, open paths leading to and from the backyard into the house. He feels like an animal under observation and he suddenly realizes why Smurf was so interested in this house. He’s staring into the still water of the pool his unblinking frowning reflection staring back at him.

He’s different he knows it. Smurf never fails to point it out. Even when she doesn’t outright say it he can see it in the way she treats him versus Baz. Craig and Deran are different. They’re younger, not quite old enough to really understand what’s going on. Not old enough to truly be useful to Smurf yet. But Baz is her special little boy. Smurf’s project that she finally was able to complete. Baz is everything he isn’t. Charming, outgoing, funny, normal. Baz may as well play the prince in Smurf’s fucked up fairytale. Meanwhile Andrew gets to play the executioner and he fucking hates it.

A rustling of the bushes, scraping of the stone wall, a tiny little huff of exertion pulls him into the present and his head snaps up. At first he doesn’t see anything out of place. But then small fingers grasp the top of the wall and suddenly pink cheeks, a smile with a missing tooth, big wide eyes are looking back at him. “Hi!” Your tiny excited voice reaches his ears. He knows he should say something back but he can’t and you don’t seem to mind as you continue to talk to him.

“Are you going to be my new neighbor?” A grunt is pulled from you as you try to haul yourself up further pulling yourself partway up on the wall. His words stick in his throat and he watches your expression turn to confusion at his lack of response. “Are you okay? Can you hear me?” Your voice is full of worry as you pause to look at him. You lift your hand to wave it at him which Pope already knows is a mistake and sure enough you slip. Your surprised yelp causes the corner of his mouth to twitch and he can’t stop the laugh from bubbling up in him.

“So you can hear me!” Your voice is full of accusation. Your brows furrowed your lips pressed into a thin frown. “It’s not nice to laugh.” You’ve dropped back behind the wall missing the way Pope is still staring the smile still on his face. You’re somewhere between Craig’s and Deran’s age but that doesn’t stop you from trying to get to know the older boy on the other side of the wall. You’re about to call to him again when the voice of a woman cuts you off. “Andrew where are you?” Smurf’s voice cuts through the air causing Pope to whip around.

His smile dropping immediately as she pulls the sliding glass door open. Her sharp eyes moving from Andrew to the now empty space on the wall. “There you are baby. How do you like the house?” She questions as she approaches him. With Deran’s no longer glued to her side she brings Pope into her side rubbing his arm as she looks from the yard to him. “‘S alright.” That’s all he manages to get out before there’s a crash and Deran’s wail rings out. Smurf lets out a sigh giving Andrew a small squeeze, which he knew ment it was time for them to go and round up everyone, before she stalked off.

Pope hesitated a moment his gaze flickering back to the wall a small sting of disappointment as it remained empty. He turns on his heel walking back across the patio to the kitchen. His hand wraps around the cool handle as he moves to close the door. “Bye bye Andy! I hope you move in soon!” His head snaps up to see your playful smile peeking back over the wall. You give him a final wave before disappearing. Pope feels his face flush at the nickname. Most kids think he’s strange and the majority of the nicknames he’s been given over the years haven’t been ones he’s fond of. But Andy is simple, familiar, casual.

Finally everyone is gathered up and walking down the driveway when he feels a hand on the nape of his neck. “Oh Andrew before I forget who was that in the backyard talking to you?” Smurf asks and while her tone is motherly it causes the hair on the back of Pope’s neck to stand on end. Pope is quick to shrug as he keeps his expression and voice flat despite the warmth bubbling in his chest. “Dunno just the neighbor girl.” The answer seems to satisfy Smurf as she lets go of him with a hum. He climbs into the car sliding into the back taking the window seat when normally he’d sit between Julia and Baz. He can’t help but glance out the window as the car peels away hoping to catch one more glimpse of his soon to be new neighbor.

[carnivorousbites]

𝕱𝖔𝖔𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝕿𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖌𝖍𝖙 01

Suggestive ✿

Robby manhandles you without even thinking about it. Whether it’s picking you up, pushing you around, or guiding you with a firm steady hand on the small of your back if Robby wants you in a different space it’s going to happen. At work he has to remind himself not to but the second you two get home he’s moving you around as he pleases.

Hands on your waist as he moves you aside so he can get to the silverware drawer in the kitchen. “Why you so far away beautiful?” He hums as he pulls you into his lap while you both are watching TV on the couch. He’s even worse when he wants you. You’re making out if you try to come up for air there’s suddenly my a big hand cradling the back of your head keeping you in place.

Next thing you know Robby’s hoisting you up his hands holding your plush thighs as he walks you both into the bedroom. There’s a second where you’re airborne before you land with a bounce in the middle of the bed you share. “And where do you think you’re going brat?” He chuckles as he stops your futile attempt of creating space by wrapping his hand around your ankle. You already know what’s coming but the sharp tug that causes your body to fly down the bed doesn’t stop you from clawing at the sheets.

There’s no escaping Robby when he wants to put his hands on you. It’s something you’ve just learned to live with.

[lostalioth]

— ᴊᴇᴀʟᴏᴜs!ᴊᴀᴄᴋ ◡̈ ⋆˙

→ warnings: jack abbot x fem!reader, fluff & little of angst & tiny smut [very last one], jealous!jack duh [this accidentally turned into a bit of manipulative!jack too], nicknames [angel, sweetheart]

→ a/n: inbox msg! 

Jealous!Jack whose jealousy isn’t expressed in a dramatic overt way like when he was younger. No he’s older and a little bit more mature than that, it comes out in a more subtle protective way. Whether you and him are dating or not it’s the same, either way he never will outright say he’s jealous.

He won’t say outloud that you are his but mentally he’s already staked his claim and nobody messes with what’s his.

Jealous!Jack who was trying his best to input something into the computer near the end of shift but he’s since abandoned it and forgotten what it was. Because by the nurses station there you stand talking to one of night shift's new male nurses. Normally he’d just sit and watch, making sure you’re safe as he shimmers with that little green-eyed monster named jealously on his back. So this shouldn’t be the cause for any concern nor possessiveness except that this kid is staring at you like he wants to eat you and Jack is just going to make sure you’re alright at least that’s what he’s telling himself as he heads over a small scowl on his face. 

His hand finds the small of your back rubbing at it slightly to alert you he’s behind you and not startle you. “Hey angel, you need a ride home?” he questions, his gaze focused entirely on you when you turn mid conversation to look at him. He feels a sense of satisfaction at the way the nurse stutters a moment and stops his next sentence because you are no longer looking at him.

“Was just gonna take the bus, but if you’re offering” you shrug, a little smile on your face. Jack smirks when out of the corner of his eye the younger man throws in the towel and walks away. “Course sweetheart, go get ya’ stuff” he prompts with a head nod towards the lockers.

 

Jealous!Jack who lets you drag him from store to store in the mall simply because with the way you stick to his side he hopes it makes people assume you’re dating. He holds every shopping bag, he pays for you for your lunch at the foodcourt, gives his options on clothing you hold up. “Don’t you think that dress is a little short angel?” “Where the hell is the rest of those shorts?” “What about some tights under the skirt?” “Top seems a bit too tight maybe size up sweetheart” 

He always makes sure to hold the bundle of bags behind your back, covering your ass as the two of you go up the escalator. His eyes tracking the men behind the two of you as you yap about which should be the next store. Him nodding along with a “Where ever you wanna go, S’ your day angel” 

Jealous!Jack who thinks his heart finally stopped beating when you mention something about a boyfriend. He schools his expression even if it’s eating him up inside. Simply telling you “As long as he’s treatin’ you right sweetheart, i’m happy for you” 

“Of course he is, and if he wasn’t i know my big strong protector would sort him out” you giggle, teasingly grabbing at his bicep lightly as you say ‘big strong’ and jack can’t help the smirk that grows on his face. 

Jealous!Jack who shakes the hand of the man you now call boyfriend with a firm dad like tight grip. Telling him it’s nice to finally meet him even if his face is telling a different story. 

When he overhears your boyfriend tell you Jack hasn’t stopped giving him little glares all dinner and it’s annoying him, he smiles as you defend him. “He’s just protective, stop being so weird and be nice” you’d scoff at him before returning to the living room where you sit back down next to him leaving your boyfriend to sit alone in the empty arm chair. 

Jealous!Jack that plants little seeds of doubt about your relationship. How your boyfriend doesn’t seem to protect you when walking places, he just stalks ahead and hopes you’re still trailing behind. Knowing you think of how Jack is always right at your side when you walk somewhere together and stays on the side of the sidewalk facing traffic. He tells you how you shouldn’t be the one planning dates or asking for flowers, your boyfriend should know to do it. Hoping you remember how Jack brought you your favorite flowers on your birthday after only hearing you talk about them once, and how he’s the one planning things you like to do for your hang outs.

Jealous!Jack who consoles you when you come crying to him about you fought with your boyfriend and he broke up with you. Holding you to his chest as you sob, petting you head and shushing you softly, “It’s okay sweetheart, he didn’t deserve you anyway” he coos and smirks when you cling on tighter to his body. 

Jealous!Jack who when he finally has you beneath him a blabbing fucked out mess, can’t stop muttering “Mine, all mine, finally fucking mine angel” as his hips bounce off yours. “Yeah ya’ my girl now sweetheart?” All you can do is repeatedly nod, his cock hitting your g-spot with damn near sniper precision pushing you closer and closer to the edge. “Need to hear you say it baby”

“All yours jack, only yours, fuck don’t stop” you cry out, hands pawing at his stomach. Your words finally end that lingering little green-eyed menace that’s plagued him from the first day he saw another man flirting with you.

→ a/n: not really proofread lol — check out my other jack hcs on this mlist!

[carnivorousbites]

Uhg love it when my men get a little possessive and a touch toxic

[eldritchbuddy]

they’ve been… friends… for a while

[jackabbotsbignaturals]

Michael 'eye contact makes me extremely uncomfortable because it makes me face things I don't want to' Robinavitch and Jack 'Eye contact is how I show that I'm really seeing you' Abbot. What a pair in any universe.