ani’s notes 𝜗ৎ some scenarios are based around things i’ve written b4 for context. apologies if any links no longer seem to be working, i will try to replace them if they are deleted xoxo
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+ f!reader, daddy kink, dirty talk, pet names, pet play / hybrid AU, spit kink, free use, nymphomania.
how jack fingers you when you’re bratty — “what happened to that smart lil’ mouth, huh?” he grumbles over your pitched, whiny and huffy moans. his free hand grabs one of your ankles and stops you from kicking so much, thumb rubbing over your cotton sock. “gotta stop acting out just ‘cause your pussy needs attention, sweetheart.”
when you and jack both wake up needy — jack’s so sneaky when it comes to pinning you down under him. one minute you’re lazily kissing in the soft morning light and you feel his hands all over you, the next your face is stuffed into a pillow with his strong chest pressed against your back while you claw at the sheets and drool. he grunts over your ear, grabbing your waist and your hips and whatever soft skin he can touch. “fuck, that’s it— cum on my cock, baby. make daddy proud.”
jack giving kitty!reader attention after being gone all day — “such a sweet girl,” jack coos, watching you rut yourself against his thigh. his warm, strong hands cover your hips to help you move gently, reveling in the sounds and pleas that fall from your lips. he kisses you, mumbling words between each sweet smooch, “y’wanna be filled up, baby? i know, i know— let’s see if you can cum like this first.”
clingy!pope needing to feel you up — andrew lets out a soft gasp as you work his belt open. his hands are already slipping into your pj bottoms, rubbing the fullness of your ass. his touches make it difficult for you to focus on his fat cock that’s now in your hand but he doesn’t mind, not when you’re mewling and breathing like that. “c’mere,” he mumbles before curling himself over you and rutting his cock against your softness— “need to feel my baby close.”
being a good girl for pope in the backseat — “made me pullover just ‘cause you needed your throat stuffed, baby?” he chastises softly, his gaze meeting your big dazed eyes as you work his drool covered cock with your hands. he makes you stop for a second, grabbing your face and leaning over you. your lips part on their own, already expecting him to spit in your mouth. “good fuckin’ girl.” he coos out, voice raspy.
free use!pope letting nympho!reader tease ‘n fuck herself on him — “babygirl…” andrew whines, watching your hands reach for his as you press your ass against his hardening cock and mimic the way he fucks you. he already pounded you into the mattress less than two hours ago, and here you are whimpering for more. “fuck— you always do this.” he grits out, letting you pull his pants down and guide him with your hips.
a man and a woman can be strictly platonic friends. but a man and a man can’t be that. they have to have violent gay sex and be obsessed with each other. it’s the yaoi rule
Everybody at the Pitt asks you and Jack how your trip to New York was, but honestly, the only thing he remembers is making out with you near the Empire State Building like he’s not 51, nearly running his card dry buying you things (he insisted btw), and you using his body to hold yourself upright in the subway train after a long day of shopping n’ fucking. Not in that order.
older! neighbor jack who loves flinging you over his shoulder when you refuse to go to bed.
older! neighbor jack who would never raise his voice at you but would always let you know when he'd disappointed.
"'m not mad, honey. just disappointed."
"stop being a brat."
older! neighbor jack who isn't afraid to fix your attitude with his fingers deep inside of you.
"Sorry, honey. No cumming until i say so."
"don't be silly, you know what you did."
older! neighbor jack who loves cooking you breakfast shirtless, just so you get worked up and beg him to eat you on the counter.
older! neighbor jack loves receiving, but licking your pussy when he gets home from a long shift is the best feeling.
older! neighbor jack who catches you touching yourself in his bed, thinking he's still at work.
"Awh, don't be embarrassed sweetheart, keep goin' for me."
older! neighbor jack who can’t sleep unless you’re drooling on his chest.
older! neighbor jack who thinks you look like a baby bunny when you’re bouncing on his cock.
“so fucking cute bouncing on me like that, bunny”
“You gettin’ tired, bun? Just a little more for me and I’ll flip you over and get all up inside of you.”
older! neighbor jack who just thinks you’re the most precious girl in the world.
Knocking on his door even though you have a key, cooking breakfast when he’s tired, kissing anywhere he aches. He rewards you, of course.
older! neighbor jack who loves the feeling of your hands in his hair, combing through the soft greys. Sometimes he’ll even appear uninvited and lay across your lap just so you’ll do it.
older! neighbor jack who loves licking and sucking your tits.
“ugh, best fuckin’ thing I ever tasted”
You chastise him for talking with his mouth full.
older! neighbor jack who literally cums as soon as you call him daddy. :(
“Daddy please!!”
“Shit, don’t say that honey. I’ll fill ya up too fast”
“just the tip” with pope but then he slides alllll the way in. wide eyed and whining “pope! that’s not just the tip” as your tongue lolls out and your squeals get louder as you clutch him to your chest. he’s all “shhh yes it is, it is baby, just the tip. don’t look down. ‘s just the tip i promise” knowing full well that’s his all of his thick cock 🙂↕️
jack, who has a knack for taking photos. you discovered it when you'd caught a glimpse of his lock screen, a photo of you that you didn’t know he’d taken. perfect lighting, the wind was just enough to blow your hair to the side. it was a photo of you that you were jealous of.
you began to notice it more and more after that. you’d be facing away from him, looking at something far out, and he’d be there, either taking a photo of your side profile or of you from behind. there are even a few where you’d caught him taking the photo and smiling.
although he needed his readers and held out his phone too far from his face, sometimes typed with his pointer finger, somehow he knew just when to snap a picture of you. when the lighting was perfect, the wind wasn’t too much, there weren’t distracting things in the foregrounds or backgrounds.
and jack, who feels like he didn’t take enough pictures of his wife when she was alive. who had read up on “the basics of taking influencer-level photos,” all because he wants to remember the way you look in the way he sees you, and capture his memories even when they start to slip past him.
✶ pairing | andrew pope cody x f!reader
✶ word count | 1.3k
✶ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, boyfriend pope, inexperienced pope, certified eater pope, premature ejaculation, size kink
✶ summary | Pope accidentally cums to early when you're fucking but it's okay, he knows how to make it up to you.
✶ notes | aw shit here we go again with my oral fixation lmao. but lowkey the thought of pope cleaning you up with his mouth just 💀 something random and smutty, the poll i made still counts for anyone who's voted so far 😅 that gif does things to me.
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It's well known Pope isn't the most experienced of lovers when you first get together besides a few relationships (too raw - too painful to touch, an ever present aching bruise) and some quick, dirty fucks that left him filled with more sweat and regret than satisfaction.
In the beginning, he might not have outright declared as much but it was adorably - endearingly - obvious in how hard his fingers clenched into the soft give of your sides or the sharp exhale of his breath rushing from him whenever your lips slid together wet and messy.
When he finally divulged why he got so jumpy any time your hand grazed his thigh, why he broke off your kisses before they got too heated - "Want you so bad but... don't want to hurt you" - you were charmed.
Utterly smitten. Besotted. Twitterpated.
Ugh, got you so giddy you felt like a goddamn school girl with a crush.
Besides, he needn't have worried about his performance in the bedroom, having more than made up for any shortcomings with his eager to please attitude and boundless enthusiasm (plus you like it a little rough, a little rude).
The number of times you've fucked since becoming official can be counted on one hand, but he's leaps and bounds ahead of where he was when you first started being intimate.
It certainly helps he's a dedicated student; throwing himself, as he does with everything, full throttle into any and all efforts to learn the secrets of your body.
A quick learner, it isn’t long before he can make you cum with a skillful twist of his fingers, a harsh rut of the hips that settles him so deep inside your pussy, your thighs tremble.
Not only is he able to wring orgasm after orgasm out of you, his stamina is insane. Almost to the point where you’re having trouble keeping up with him, having to take little breaks between rounds to gulp down water and catch your breath.
So… when it happens, it’s altogether unexpected.
But so fucking filthy hot you’re pretty sure you astral project to a higher plane of existence.
You’d been teasing him all day: the brush of your hand across his ass, the skim of your knuckles over the crotch of his pants, pressing close against the wide berth of his back and whispering soft, nasty little nothings into his ear.
Delighting in the blush that crept up the sides of his neck. The cherry red burn of his ears as he gulped, readjusting himself before shooting you that deadpan stare of his.
Pope lasts longer than you give him credit for, though that’s most likely due to his competitive streak. He breaks all the same; however, shoving you into his bedroom as soon as the door closes behind you.
So needy and desperate he can’t wait any longer, even if the rest of the boys are due to arrive at any moment (though getting caught in the middle would be a novel concept in the Cody household, Pope prefers when your noises are kept to, and for, himself).
You only just got undressed, the bed creaking under the combination of your weights when he cages you beneath him. His chest flexes with every hurried breath, his ribs expanding with labored puffs of air as his cock bullies its way inside your pussy, hips slotting into place against yours.
“P-Pope,” you whine, your toes digging into his sides as your thighs fall open across his. “So deep, I - haaah -”
The fat head of his cock nudges against your cervix with every little rut, sparks of pain fissioning out and deepening the warmth fizzling behind your belly button.
Thick and long, he stuffs your pussy to the brim every time without fail, stretching you wide until tears cling to your lashes and your nails dig into his shoulders. It hurts no matter how long he spends prepping you, but you like it better this way.
The pain only enhances the pleasure; deepens, and darkens.
And knowing he has to force his cock those last few inches because your pussy can’t take it without assistance always riles you up. Makes you needy and desperate to take everything he can give like a good girl.
“Yeah, I know,” Pope's breath hitches as his teeth tug on his bottom lip, his eyes half lidded and greedy as they track the hard bounce of your tits, “Feels so - hnn - good inside you.”
“Mm!” Your fingers inch up the corded muscles of his forearms, caressing over the lattice of veins as they shackle themselves to his elbows as he bends you in half. “Right there, right there. Jus like - ohmygod! - like that.”
Pope grunts, rocking into the cradle of your hips harder, the shaft of his cock dragging almost completely out only to slide to the hilt in one thrust. His pelvis grinds against the swollen bud of your clit as he holds himself there, your slick smearing into his skin.
He curses under his breath when your walls flutter, trying to milk him for all he’s worth. “Fuck! Don’t - don’t do that. I can’t - I can’t -”
And then his cock throbs hard once, twice.
A litany of soft, breathy exhalations of pure pleasure accompany the slick echoes of your bodies crashing together. Then his head bends low, the tangled briar of his curls clinging to his damp temples. His jaw drops slack, and a devastated moan punches out of his throat.
Muscles ripple into a full body shiver, Pope's sharp hips stuttering against the backs of your thighs. Sticky warmth floods your cunt, and his hazy, lust-blown eyes stare into yours as he pumps you full of cum, a breathless, unspoken "I love you," hovering on his lips.
You groan, blinking up at him, “Did you just-?”
Pope's arms buckle.
Flopping down onto you, a sweaty, panting mess, he tucks his hot face into the crook of your neck. Moist breath puffs across your skin, a ticklish awareness skittering down your spine like spider's legs. Goosebumps rise along your arms.
His heartbeat hammers against your ribs.
“Yeah, I - I…” Pope huffs, his nose dragging over the length of your collarbone, inhaling the scent of your skin as his tongue flicks over your pulse point when he licks his lips. “I did. ‘m sorry.”
Breathing in through your nose, you card a hand through his sweaty hair. Swallow down the pleading whines sitting on the tip of your tongue. You don’t want to embarrass him any more than he probably is. He hasn’t cum this quick since the early days, and you’d rather not ruin the evening by making him spiral.
So even when your pussy flutters, trapped on the edge of an orgasm as his cum leaks out of you, you bite down on your impulses. Resign yourself to being horny for the foreseeable future until you can sneak away and take care of yourself with a vibrator.
“It’s alright, baby. It happens.” Your eyes close, and you breathe through your nose, trying to calm the gallop of your heartbeat. "I still had a good time."
Relaxing seems almost impossible with Pope's constant shifting, but you try your best to get your body on the same page as your mind. Only for all efforts to go to waste when he pulls back his hips, his cock slipping free with a sticky gush, and shimmies down between your thighs. Damp curls tickle your skin, your lower belly jumping at the sensation.
Furrowing your brow, you peek down at your boyfriend. “Pope, what’re you--?”
Broad palms caress your hips, Pope using his thumbs to trace over the jut of bone. His chest glitters under the light, the muscles shifting beneath his skin almost mesmerizing as he settles on his belly. Forearms hook over the tops of your thighs, and his dark eyes flash with hunger.
His mouth pulls up into an impish smirk. “Can I?” he asks, dropping his gaze to the apex of your thighs. “Please?”
He chuckles low and warm when he sees how flustered you get. Syrupy sweet, boyish; altogether too endearing for the current circumstances.
“...Are you serious?”
You can’t deny the fresh wave of desire the thought brings - Pope with his thick fingers, his tender mouth and soft tongue stroking over swollen, abused flesh - but flap a hand between your bodies in a vague gesture all the same.
“Isn’t that kind of - you just, y’know?”
You aren’t the only one affected by the idea, Pope's cock jerking feebly where it rests against his thigh. A pink tongue flicks out to run along the length of his red-bitten bottom lip as he regards you with predatory anticipation.
“Yeah,” he says softly. “I’ve always wondered what we taste like. Please let me.”
content <𝟑 .ᐟ 18+, f!reader, icky domesticity, pet names, fauxcest -> use of dad / daddy / kid, mention of spanking.
jack kind of uses your dad kink against you sometimes.
like when you refuse to get up and give him a proper kiss in the morning before he leaves. it’s not your fault that it’s 5:45 and you’re not used to him leaving so early. fuck robby to hell and back for needing to switch shifts. you’re just way too cozy and sleepy to open your eyes all the way. he has to resort to more effective tactics to make you stir, like tickling the sole of your foot that’s peeking out from under the covers. right through your cutesy sock that most definitely doesn’t match the other one you’re wearing.
“c’mon, baby cakes. dad wants to see your pretty face— you can go right back to sleep once i’m gone.”
the annoyed whine that falls from your lips is music to his ears.
you finally move, pushing yourself up before turning on your side to look at jack. one hand comes up and shoves your sleep mask onto your forehead as your face scrunches and your heavy eyes blink open. there she is, jack thinks to himself. his spoiled princess.
he huffs out a laugh and leans over you, face inches away from yours as he speaks to you softly, “here i am— trying to give my girl a chance to say goodbye and get a big mornin’ kiss, but she’s too busy being a sleepy brat. you’re breaking dad’s heart, kid.”
“‘m not being a brat, daddy…” you mumble in return. your features relax, now you’re looking up at him with big eyes and lifting a hand to rub his face as he moves closer, feeling his stubble in that way you like to. one of the small things you do to remind yourself he’s all yours.
“beg to differ.” he whispers against your pouty lips.
then he places a smooch right on them. then another… and another. all sweet and warm and enough to make you sigh. you can smell his shower gel on his skin and the comforting scent makes you dazed with something other than slumber. he trails a hand down your arm, reaching for your fluffy duvet to tuck you back in all snug. he ignores the small sound you make when he pats your ass through the material.
“for the love of god, be good today.” he mumbles, “i don’t wanna bend you over my lap when i get back like last time.”
