Hi! I'm Anna, 23. I like TWD, Criminal Minds, The Pitt, The Bear and Shameless. Currently also obsessed with One Piece (anime and live-action). I love cats, berries and the color purple. Lets be friends! ♡
English is not my first language, so my writing can be imperfect;)
thinking of abbot!just the tip ^.^ thinking of him getting off work pent up and frustrated after a rough shit, waking u and saying he wont go all the way, but he gets teary eyed holding back until it’s tew much 💭
oh god yes…i literally love all things concerning “just the tip”. i’m clocked in i have to go to work tw daddy kink and he’s kinda pathetic and gross whatever i hate him sm
“jaaack,” you push at his bicep, feeling him paw at your panties from behind. “m’so sleepy..” Jack came home and immediately rushed to you, stripping off his scrubs and cradling you in his arms for a big, squeezing hug that’d wake you with a soft wince.
he didn’t waste anytime to come behind you and wrap his arms around you, muttering about what he went through at the ptmc, but it soon fell behind him when his little friend woke up, feeling your warm, plump ass snuggle close to him. “i know baby i know..” he coos, kissing at your shoulder, “just..wanna feel her. missed her, yknow..” he’s pushing the soft cotton down your thighs, his fingers padding up your sticky folds and down to your entrance.
“you always miss her, but she’s sleepy..” you say into your pillow, though Jack knows you better than that. he feels you grind against his hand as he works his fingers into you. “i know she is, she’s also a little sticky,” he perks a brow, pulling his cock out and stroking long and slow. “i won’t wake her up too bad. just wanna give her a lil hug. is that ok momma?”
you giggle softly at the word, the word he uses when he’s really trying to goad something out of you. “mm…i guess. only a small hug, though. just the tip.” fuck. “okay, just the tip. you can go back to sleep baby, i’ll be nice.” he’ll be nice alright.
it’s only when he’s thrusting his tip inside you, soaking his cock and watching your pussy clench around him each time, that he thinks about not being nice. gripping your love handles, brows pinched and lip tucked between his teeth watching you stretch around him, even if it’s just his tip.
“fuck baby, feels so good..” he’d mutter into the room, hearing you sleepily whine and mewl from the side. and he wants to keep this going. doesn’t want to disturb his sleepy girl, who was so kind enough to bless him with her tight pussy. but you just feel too good baby, way too good. he can’t take it.
he’s wiping a tear from his eye with his shoulder, the small groans turning into needy whines, stroking the length that was left without any love from you. he leans up a little watch you face, seeing how your brows crease with the little bit of pleasure, and how you’ve been playing with your clit under the cover the whole time. you probably want it too, pumpkin.
he doesn’t give it much thought after that, sweeping your hair off your neck and taking a light hold of it in his hand, gripping your waist and bending you the tiniest but forward. you don’t even have time to think about the action, because in the split second that it registers, he’s pushing his fat, long dick in you until he can’t anymore, your eyes shooting open you as your senses are intruded upon.
“oh-hooh fu—” you can’t even finish your words before you’re cutting yourself off with a pornographic moan, one that’d make the birds flinch. he groans loudly from behind you, eyes rolling back shut and head tipping backwards. and he’s so mean. not giving you a fraction of a second before he’s pulling out and plunging deep in you at the rate of a rabbit in heat.
“fuck, fuck! Jack!?” you moan out, your arms shooting up to grab whatever you could, sheets and cover in your grip as you clench down on him, your eyes squeezing shut so fast you see the stars. his groans are ragged, tired, raspy. like he’s been screaming all damn night. and his grip on your body is even worse, there’s probably gonna be a bruise there, pumpkin. you understand.
“i know baby, i knoww fuck,” he drawls out, biting his lip as he continued to thrust into you. “fuck you’re so good, you’re so fucking good i-i couldn’t do it pumpkin..” you can barely him him over yourself, and the clapping sound from under the covers that grew louder the quicker he fucked you.
he fucked you like he was running a race. funny for someone with half a leg, right? it was hurried, eager. just how long was he thinking of burying into you like this? “you lied, yer’ a fucking liar..” your words come out shaky, vocal cords moving in tune with the way your body jerked against the bed.
his eyes shoot open, mouth agape as he catches a look at your face: mouth agape in a frown, nose scrunched and eyes rolling to the ceiling. you’re fuckin’ lovin’ it. “i knoww baby i know, i’m sorryyy,” he whines through gritted teeth, and if you could look back you’d see the way his brows are pulled together tight and he’s giving his little puppy eyes.
“i’m sorry baby i just-” he huffs a breath, “you just feel so good. i can’t wait too long, yknow that…” his hand snakes to the front of your throat, hoisting you back against his chest as he palms at your tits, jackrabbitting his cock in you as he plants wet kisses on your shoulder.
“had a long fuckin’ night, needed my girl, ok? i just need you baby,” he puts on that sweet, doting voice he’d usually pair with the signature puppy eyes, he knows what works. knows what has you whining and submitting to his dirty tricks, telling him something like “i love you so much jackie u can use me whenever you want :’(.” like you were doing now.
“daddy’s sorry baby, daddy’s so sorry,” he’s huffing and puffing from behind you, groaning into your ear as he uses your cunt, stuffing you full, hips jittering as he approaches his peak quickly. “baby i-i wanna cum, wanna cum so fucking bad i can’t take it,” he pushes your head to the side, angling you just enough to catch your lips and kiss you hurriedly.
you moan upon impact, snaking your hand backwards to run your fingers through his hair. “i’ll-ill fuckin’ stop if you want but i wanna cum so bad baby, can daddy cum in you? pretty please?” how can you say no to him? you’re already putty in his hands, mouth open as you moan into each others mouth.
“you can cum daddy, m’all yours..always gonna let you use me..!” you whine, and he groans out in relief, whines getting raspy and weaker, bruising your tits in his hand as he comes in you, hips twitches while he fills you, panting over your shoulder as he runs his hand down to your stomach, caressing you lovingly.
“oh baby, you’re so fucking good. can never resist you..” he whispers, pulling his soaked cock out of you with a shudder. “wanna cum..” you whine, rolling onto your back as he lifts up. “i know honey, open your legs for me, mhm. gonna make you cum as much as you want,” us kissing down your stomach, his cum is seeping out of you onto the sheets, “promise.”
the first time you asked, jack laughed and shook his head. kissing your temple and uttering something along the lines of good one baby, as if you were joking.
the second time he didn't even look up from his book. laid against the headboard with his readers perched low, a soft nope on turning the page. you huffed.
the third time you changed tactic. jack always struggled to think straight when your hands were on him, stroking, rubbing, squeezing the outline of his cock over trousers. he was making dinner when you interrupted and started working him up until he was giving in to your attention. it wasn't til you dropped to your knees, freed him from his sweats and ran your tongue along his reddened tip that he asked what you wanted.
"just makin my boyfriend feel good" you mumbled against his length, "feel goods, doesn't it jackie?"
his breath hitched when you took him in your mouth fully, "fuck baby", hand coming to fist your hair as the counter top took the rest of his weight. "what's gotten into you today hm" you hollowed out your cheeks, head bobbing as his cockhead neared the back of your throat on every take. you could tell he was close when his dick twitched against your tongue and the soft grunts grew louder above you. that's when you pulled off him, batting your eyelashes at his confusion.
"what-"
"it'll be fun" you lazily fisted his cock, keeping him alert. "please jackie, get to watch us fuck whenever you want" you licked a bead of precum away, his hips jolting at the feel of your tongue again. "don't you want that?"
"fuck" how could he say no to you? "fine"
you let him cum in your mouth to seal the deal. a sex tape.
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he struggled a little at first. settling in as if there wasn't a camera capturing his every move on you. you'd set it up at the foot of the bed, feeling your pussy grow damp as you imagined the angles. being able to see how jack looked as he fucked into you, muscles straining, his face when he was cock deep in your cunt.
"relax baby" you purred against his stubble, nuzzling at him. "this is so fucking hot, gonna watch you fuck me over and over and oh-"
you needn't say any more. jack interupted you with his mouth on yours, sucking on your bottom lip with such fervour your chin was coated in his spit.
"gonna make you feel so good baby, make you cum for the camera yeah?" any performance anxiety he had disappeared when your back arched, bare tits pressing into his face as he circled his tongue around your nipple and rolled the other between fingertips.
"fuck jack 'm so wet, touch me, please" you weren't playing up to the camera. sex was always like this between the two of you, so much dirty talk and instruction, pleads and encouragement. you were just excited you'd finally be able to play some of it back.
your pussy jumped when you felt jacks breath between your legs. a kitten lick to your clit and a pull on your thighs then he was face deep, eating you to the high heavens. he moaned into you, hips gyrating against the sheets absentmindendly until he was chasing his own release in tandem with yours.
you fisted his hair with one hand and fucked his face til you were coming all over it. he came to his knees in time to avoid blowing his load all over the bed before he'd even had the chance of being inside you.
"on your knees baby"
you planted yourself at an angle that showcased your glistening cunt, all puffy and wide open for the camera to see. jack had already discarded his prosthetic at the same time as his clothes, positioning you just right in front of him. his hands smoothed over your ass, rolling the flesh before a palm came to thwack one of your cheeks.
"mmmpf, please jack-" he rubbed away the sting. "need your cock baby. please"
the whine in your plea was just too perfect for him not to give in. you looked back over your shoulder to see him stroking himself, eyes dark and concentrating on your sopping hole as he pushed into you. slow at first but you were too impatient, sinking back on your knees to take all of him hard and fast.
"jesus fuck- slow down angel" he huffed a laugh. "you tryna kill this old man?"
that didn't help his cause, pussy clamping down around his cock because he knew how tight it made you. to refer to the age gap between you, calling himself your daddy and you his baby girl. it always elicited pure pornagraphic moans from you and this was no exception.
his hand stroked up your spine, landing at the nape of your neck. he held you there when he started to fuck you hard, face shoved into the mattress and hair tangled between fingers. jack loomed over you, deep hard thrusts until just the sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room.
"my good girl, takin me so well, so perfect"
"j-jack, my g-god" your words stuttered in line with each thrust.
"that's it, make some noise, show the camera how good 'm makin you feel yeah" his voice was low and gravelly, concentrating hard, snapping his hips harder and faster.
"so good jackie, fuck, so close-" your knuckles paled as you fisted the sheets above your head "gonna c-cum-"
that magic word had jack panting and pulling out of you at the same time. you whined at the sudden emptiness but it was mere seconds before he was pulling you up and round.
"want the camera to see how pretty you look when you cum" he leant back, tugging you on top of him til you were sinking back onto his cock, head thrown back at the returning fullness.
"come on that's it, fuck yourself on me" he moved the strands of hair from your face, a gentle gesture that opposed the roughness of his other hand digging into your hip. "fuck yourself baby"
you wasted no time in rolling your hips, a figure of eight then up and down, wanting to feel him hit every part inside you.
"god you look so good, not gonna last much longer..."
"oh, fuckfuckfuck-" the sudden shrillness of your pants accompanied his deep grunts, pushing eachother to the edge as your hips worked manically against him. you came when his thumb found your clit (with ease), the tight circles snapping the band in your stomach, gushing all over him with a silent cry.
jack came inside you a second later. fingers deep in the flesh of your thighs, hips jerking up, your name dripping from his tongue. he slowly rocked into you until his thick white mess was oozing out of you and collecting at the base of his cock.
you rode it out together, bodies relaxing against one another after a few minutes of silence.
"can't wait to watch that back" jack pressed a kiss to your cheek, still catching his breath. "you're a fuckin star"
Jack absolutely loves to lay between your thighs. When he comes home from work and sees you lying on the couch in his big shirt and panties, he immediately undresses himself from his work scrub, leaving only his boxers on, and crawls between your legs.
Your fingers instantly go in his curly salt and pepper hair, twisting and playing with it while he gets himself comfortable between your legs.
Your thighs squish him and lay on top of his shoulders, his face directly looking at your panties, some of your bush peaking out of them. He gives your pussy a light kiss, thanking it for letting him lay there and gets comfortable.
He usually falls asleep within seconds with your squeezing him and playing with his hair. His hands wrap around your legs while his face is tucked into your stomach.
Jack absolutely loves to lay between your thighs. When he comes home from work and sees you lying on the couch in his big shirt and panties, he immediately undresses himself from his work scrub, leaving only his boxers on, and crawls between your legs.
Your fingers instantly go in his curly salt and pepper hair, twisting and playing with it while he gets himself comfortable between your legs.
Your thighs squish him and lay on top of his shoulders, his face directly looking at your panties, some of your bush peaking out of them. He gives your pussy a light kiss, thanking it for letting him lay there and gets comfortable.
He usually falls asleep within seconds with your squeezing him and playing with his hair. His hands wrap around your legs while his face is tucked into your stomach.
Opening the door: whether it is the car door or just a random door, he will always hold it open for you. And bonus points, if he holds the door for the women behind you, it makes you fall even deeper for him.
Sidewalk rule: he will always walk on the side of the traffic. He will hold you by the small of your back or have his arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards your destination.
Best seat: he will always make you sit in the booth at the restaurant or bar, let you have the window seat at the airplane, that way he’s sitting between you and the stranger.
Dressing up: he always makes an effort to dress up when you go on a date or anywhere in general. He sees the effort you put into looking gorgeous for him, so why not return it?
Holding the umbrella: he always holds the umbrella up for you, trying to cover you as much as possible while he gets rained on on one side.
Holding your bags: he will never let you carry your own bag, whether it’s your hand bag, backpack, especially your suitcase, he will immediately grab it out of your hands and carry it himself, he wants you to have free hands for coffee and other things.
Opening the door: whether it is the car door or just a random door, he will always hold it open for you. And bonus points, if he holds the door for the women behind you, it makes you fall even deeper for him.
Sidewalk rule: he will always walk on the side of the traffic. He will hold you by the small of your back or have his arm around your shoulders, guiding you towards your destination.
Best seat: he will always make you sit in the booth at the restaurant or bar, let you have the window seat at the airplane, that way he’s sitting between you and the stranger.
Dressing up: he always makes an effort to dress up when you go on a date or anywhere in general. He sees the effort you put into looking gorgeous for him, so why not return it?
Holding the umbrella: he always holds the umbrella up for you, trying to cover you as much as possible while he gets rained on on one side.
Holding your bags: he will never let you carry your own bag, whether it’s your hand bag, backpack, especially your suitcase, he will immediately grab it out of your hands and carry it himself, he wants you to have free hands for coffee and other things.
request (anon): Hi!! Currently requesting a pope x reader, reader loves to tan, pope likes to watch but always tells her how bad tanning is for her skin but will always put on sunscreen for her, bring her food, and gets so turned on by her tanlines
pairing: Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Fem!Fiance!Reader
contains: MDNI! no use of y/n, smut, fluff, editing of canon
word count: 3.9k
authors note: well this got a little out of hand. i made them fiances because i wanted to and i can!! i hope i made anon proud.
Pope loves his pool days alone with you. He loves your little bikinis. He loves rubbing you down with sunscreen. He loves watching you suck on the popsicles he brings you when you get too hot. He loves pulling your swimsuit to the side to look at your tan lines. Best of all, he loves the pale line that you get on your ring finger underneath your massive engagement ring that you refuse to take off for pretty much anything. He wanders outside to the backyard where you lay on a lounger soaking up the sun. You’re in a tiny yellow bikini, one of his favorites, and a small pair of oval sunglasses, twirling the string of your bottoms around your finger. You smile as he walks towards you with a cherry popsicle in hand.
“Thank you my love,” you say, leaning up and placing a small kiss on his lips before taking the ice pop from him, “sit with me,” you shift on the lounger, laying on your side, squishing your tits together as Pope sighs.
“We can’t both fit there,” he says. You pout before taking the tip of the popsicle in between your lips.
“I can lie on top of you,” you say, reaching towards him as he lets out a little laugh, shaking his head.
“You’re gonna be the color of the popsicle soon if you keep sitting out here,” his eyes rake over your perfect body and he takes his bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’m fine,” you say, sitting up, looking down at yourself.
“You’re getting pink,” he says, poking a finger into your brightening thigh, “you need more sunscreen,”
“But my popsicle,” you say dramatically, “I’m busy,”
“Come here,” he says, patting his chair. You smile and crawl in front of him, sitting yourself between his open legs. You like it better when he puts your sunscreen on anyway, his strong, warm hands all over your body… it’s heaven. You feel him twist your hair up and clip it back with the claw clip that was on the table beside you. You hear the squeeze of the sunscreen bottle then feel his big hands rubbing smooth circles into your back. Heated, sensual, a slow demonstration of his affection. He spreads his hands across your lower waist, grazing the elastic of your swim suit bottoms. His hands move up your back pressing into your soft skin. Your head falls to the side a little and you let out a quiet moan as he massages the cream into your shoulders, working out any tension you’ve been carrying. He places a small kiss on your exposed neck.
Pope pulls you back so your back is pressed against his front. He squirts more sunscreen on his hands and slowly starts rubbing circles across the soft skin of your stomach. He rests his chin on your shoulder watching his big hands splay against your belly as you suck on the popsicle, staining your lips red. He brings his hands up your body and slips one beneath the fabric of your little bikini, pinching your nipple lightly.
“Andy,” you whine, turning your face into his neck, “not nice,”
“Can’t help myself,” he mumbles, “you look so sexy,”
He keeps spreading the cream over your skin, reaching under your swimsuit again and cupping your soft tit in his warm hand.
“You’re being mean,” you squirm against him.
“I’m almost done,” he rasps. He runs his hands down your arms one at a time as you switch your popsicle from one hand to the other, licking and sucking it, imagining it’s something else…
“Stand up for me, pretty girl,” Pope whispers in your ear. You sigh before standing slowly and turning to face him. He moves to the end of the lounger, picking up your foot and putting it between his legs. He rubs the cream up your legs, squeezing down on your supple thighs as you suck on the last bit of your popsicle while looking down at him. He looks up at you in awe before placing a small kiss on the inside of your leg.
“All done,” he whispers against your thigh.
“Mmm, do you have to be?” you whine, tossing the popsicle stick to the side, straddling his lap, twisting your fingers into his damp curls, “that felt so good.”
“Yeah?” He grips on your waist.
“You need sunscreen too,” you say, looking down at him, “on your chest I think,”
“Is that so?” he smiles up at you.
“Mhm,” you bite your lip, pushing him back against the chair, squeezing the cream onto your hand. You draw your initial on the center of his chest in the sunscreen, then make a white heart around it before slowly rubbing it in. Your fingers graze the ridges and bumps of his strong stomach, he feels himself tensing under your soft hands. You start to play with the elastic waistband of his shorts.
“You are very good with your hands,” he groans as you grind down on him slightly. You giggle before bending forward. Your plush lips taste like sweet cherries against his and he moans into your mouth. His hands trail down from your waist taking two handfuls of your ass making your gasp against him. He just starts to pull on the tie of your bikini top when a grating voice cuts across the backyard.
“Did we just walk into the beginning of a porno?” Craig calls from across the pool. You roll your eyes, sitting up and looking over your shoulder.
“I’m sure you’d like that you sick fuck,” you call back, standing, turning, and sitting between Pope’s legs. He wraps his arms around your waist as you lean back into him. He smiles into your hair. He loves how despite his brother's relentless efforts to hit on you, you shut him down every single time.
“Jesus, relax,” Craig smirks, kicking off his shoes and peeling off his shirt before wading into the pool.
“You’re not supposed to tell women to relax,” Baz says before hopping into the pool and dunking.
“Baz is right, Craig,” you say as he resurfaces. Baz smirks at his brother with a look that screams I told you so.
“Whatever man,” Craig says before submerging himself beneath the blue water. Deran quickly follows his brothers into the pool, cannonballing into the deep end.
“Pope, come on,” Deran calls, “we’re gonna do two v. two I need you on my team,”
Pope sighs behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder then standing, following his brothers into the water. You slide back onto the chair watching Pope through your sunglasses. They shoot the ball back and forth, rough-housing with each other… it’s nice to see Pope like this, a little less tightly wound, a little more carefree. It’s all fun and games for about twenty minutes until Deran elbows Baz in the face and they devolve into bickering and fighting again. Pope swims to the side of the pool as Baz and Deran wrestle each other in the water. You stand and walk over to the edge, sitting and dipping your feet in the blue water. Pope rests his hands on your thighs, now chilly from the water and you sigh at the feeling.
“I think you’ve gotten enough sun for one day,” he says, planting his hands on either side of your thighs, pushing himself halfway out of the water between your legs, placing a cool kiss on your warm lips.
“Is that so?” you say, as he sinks back down into the pool.
“Mhm,” he smirks up at you, “swim with me?”
“Do I have to?” you smile coyly back at him.
“Oh, you wanna be like that?” Pope grins, he grabs your hips, lifting you from the side of the pool, dropping you in the water.
“Andy!” You shout as you surface, a smile of disbelief on your face.
“Andy! Andy!” Craig pitches up his voice, mimicking you.
“You’re so funny, Craig,” you say, voice flat.
“I’m just fucking around,” Craig rolls his eyes at you.
“All your life,” you say, wrapping your arms around Pope’s neck as you press against his back. Pope lets out a sharp breath like a laugh and swims leisurely to the deep end of the pool, pulling you behind him.
“Well, it was nice while it lasted,” you sigh, feeling a little bummed it was no longer just the two of you. The truth was you got along with Pope’s brothers but their timing today had been… less than ideal.
“What was?” Pope says, moving you through the water so your back is against the wall, his arm caging you in.
“Just bein’ alone together,” you sigh, pushing a wet curl off his forehead. Pope smirks, raising an eyebrow.
“Maybe we need to go inside… rinse off…” his hand grips down on your waist.
“Yeah?” you smile, biting your lip.
“Yeah, I think so,” he smiles back, placing a soft kiss on your lips. He pushes out of the pool before reaching you down and pulling you out with ease. He grabs your towel off the chair and wraps you in it, kissing the tip of your nose. He wraps his own towel around his waist, taking your hand, and pulling you inside. The two of you walk down the hall to his bathroom, giddy, dropping your towels on the bathroom floor. He turns the water on and then faces you, taking the string tying the front of your swimsuit together in between his fingertips. He pulls down firmly, your top falling open, exposing your tits.
“Fuck, you’re perfect,” he groans, pushing it off your shoulders and kneeling down in front of you pulling the ties of your bottoms open, making them fall to the floor before placing a kiss on your hipbone. He stands, pushing his swim shorts down, pulling you into the shower. Stepping under the warm water he brushes his lips against yours as you twist your fingers into his curls, pressing your slick bodies against each other. Your kiss is unhurried and languid, tangling your tongues together, moaning into each other's mouths, breathing heavily.
You reach behind him, grabbing the shampoo bottle, squeezing a little dollop on your hands, tangling your fingers into his hair.
“I love your hair,” you sigh, twisting his little ringlets between your fingertips. He squeezes your hips with a look of pure adoration on his face. He takes the bottle from you, squirting a small squeeze on top of your head before lathering your hair with suds. He moves you under the warm flow of water and you run your fingers through your hair, scrubbing the chlorine off you. You pull him under the water to rinse while you run your fingers through your hair with conditioner.
Pope grabs the body wash, putting a generous amount in his palm before slowly lathering your body in soapy bubbles. He runs his fingers across your tan lines, pressing down on the soft skin beneath his fingertips. His hands are all over you, paying particular attention to your chest, twisting your soapy nipples in his fingers. You let out a little moan and he bends forward catching the sound in his mouth.
“That feel good, pretty girl?” he says against your lips.
“Yeah,” you whine, looking down at your tits where he teases your hard nipples in his fingers. You push your hips towards him and he smiles, looking a little too pleased with himself. You run your soapy hands down his hard stomach and grip around his firm pink cock. He lets out a strangled whimper, resting his head on your shoulder. You rest one hand on his stomach and twist the other up and down, slowly tugging his warm shaft in your hand.
“Fuck,” he groans as he grabs your wrist, “I wanna take my time with you,”
“Yeah?” you smirk, running your hands up his body, washing the soap off.
“Yeah,” he says, voice raspy, as he reaches behind him turning off the water. He steps out of the shower first, grabbing a fluffy towel from behind the door, holding it open for you. You step towards him, wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him tenderly as he wraps the towel around you, drying you off with gentle hands.
“I love you,” you mumble against his lips.
“I love you,” he squeezes your hip with one hand, grabbing another towel with the other, “so fucking much,” He wraps his own towel around his waist before taking your face in his hands, kissing you sweetly again. You giggle against his lips, slowly deepening the kiss, swiping your tongue across the defined ‘M’ of his cupid’s bow. He parts his lips, slipping his tongue against yours as you moan against each other. He turns you so your back is against the bathroom counter before hoisting you up, resting you on the tile. You gasp at the feeling of the cool countertop against your warm skin and he smirks against you.
Pope slowly undoes the top of your towel, letting it fall behind you, exposing your body to him once more. He leans into you, running his tongue over the sharp tan lines on your chest, licking between your tits as you sigh, gripping the edge of the counter. He slowly bends at the knee, taking your left hand in his, kissing the back of your hand, down to your engagement ring, all the way to your finger tip. He sucks your finger into his mouth as he settles on his knees between your legs. He pulls off your finger with a soft pop before pushing between your thighs, spreading his hands over your stomach, letting his thumbs trace where the dark line on your abdomen meets the lighter skin of your pelvis.
He kisses the defined line, dropping his mouth down, his hot breath fanning over your throbbing pussy as you wait for him to do something, anything, to make the ache go away. You move one hand to his hair, the other resting on the counter, a soft plink sound coming from where your ring hits the tile. Pope leans forward, licking a long, flat line up your slit, your legs tremble at the sensation. He pulls back just slightly to take in the state of you, looking up at your body, the outline of your swimsuit marked on your supple skin. His eyes drop back down to your core.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he says, admiring your glistening center. He spits on your clit making you flinch, gripping down on his hair and the counter simultaneously. He smirks at your reaction, “how come you’re so wet, pretty girl?” he breathes onto you.
You roll your head back and push your hips up.
“I- You- Andy,” you’re having trouble gathering your words, feeling a tight coil build inside you in anticipation. You run your fingers through his hair trying to focus, “you make me so wet,”
Pope smirks and licks another firm, flat line up your pussy, holding your hips in place. He laps up the sticky mess between your thighs, running his tongue along you in broad strokes. He’s licking you sloppily before he sucks your clit into his mouth and you shudder, letting out a small, high-pitched whine. He slips his tongue in and out of his mouth slurping at your clit creating a low, pulsing sensation. He’s devouring you, drinking up the sweetness at your core and melting at the sounds you're making that fill his chest with heat. Your legs start to press in around his head and he knows you’re close. He reaches one hand up your chest and takes your hard nipple between his fingers, rolling it tightly, creating a throbbing sensation in your chest.
“I’m gonna come,” you breathe, “I’m-” you can’t even get the words out before it crashes over your, you can feel him everywhere. Your head pushes back against the mirror as you whimper and whine out your orgasm. Pope licks your cum up slowly, trying to be careful because of your sensitivity, but still makes your legs tremble at the feeling. Once he’s satisfied he slowly kisses up your body, placing a light kiss on your sore nipple, before kissing your neck.
He stands to his full height, taking his cock in his hand, jerking himself slowly. You look up at him, eyes wide and pleading. He grins, reaching down and squeezing your hip with his left hand before he taps the tip on your clit making you let out a little squeak. You both look down between your legs, his thick, angry cock flushed pink, guiding his tip slowly to the opening of your pussy. You whimper as he starts to gently push in.
He bends forward and captures your lips in a searing kiss, his fingers digging into your hips, your hands tangling into his curls. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, too overwhelmed by the sensation of him stretching you out to make a sound. He presses into you fully, staring into your eyes, your brow creasing in pleasure. You arch your back shifting the angle slightly before Andrew pulls his hips back.
He fucks you slowly at first, stretching you out at an aching pace. You place one hand on his abs, watching his cock squeeze in and out of you, heart racing at the sight. A creamy white ring forms against the hair at the base of his shaft, and you tighten your stomach clamping down harder on him, gripping the curls at the back of his neck with your right hand. Andrew lets out a low groan, moving one of his hands to your face kissing you hard and slow, just like how he fucks you. You moan into his mouth and feel his abs flex under your hand, making his cock twitch inside you.
He pushes your knee up so your foot is resting on the counter, pulling you into him while gripping your ass. He looks into the reflection of the mirror behind you, your ass jiggling with each one of his deep thrusts as he runs his finger over the path of your tan line. The air around you is heavy, your bodies slowly becoming dewy as you press up against each other.
“Andy,” you breathe, he pulls back eyes scanning your face, “you feel so good,”
A small smile forms on his lips and he leans forward to kiss you again. Your tongues roll over each other and you swallow the moans and gasps coming out of your mouths. He keeps one hand securely on your lower back, holding you up, and brings his other hand up to your breast. He runs his fingertips over your nipple, the sensation sending a shiver up your spine as you push your chest further into his hand. He cups it, caressing your soft skin gently rolling your nipple with his thumb as he continues his relentless thud of his cock in and out of you.
“I wanna watch,” you whine. Pope scrunches his eyebrows in confusion for a moment before his eyes flick over your shoulder to the reflection of you two in the mirror. His head falls back as he groans at the thought.
“Yeah, dirty girl?” he growls, keeping his cock pressed flushed inside you, “you gotta ask nicely,”
“Please can I watch you fuck me in the mirror,” you say, pressing yourself up against him.
“Fuck,” he moans, running his fingers through his damp curls. He grips down on your waist before slowly pulling out of you, making you wince. He pulls you off the counter, turning you around so fast your head spins. He grabs one of your tits in one of his big hands, the other dropping down to cup your aching pussy, “you wanna see how pretty you look when I fuck you?”
“Yeah,” you whimper, looking him right in the eyes in the mirror. He rubs small, slow circles on your clit, resting his chin on your shoulder.
“Yeah? You wanna watch yourself getting fucked on my cock?”
“Please Andy,” you whine. He grabs your wrists, putting your hands down on the countertop, bending your forward slightly. You watch him in the mirror as he looks down, lining up the tip of his thick cock with your dripping pussy. He bends forward, his hard body in your back, taking your chin in his hand, tilting your head up so you’re looking at the pair of you in the mirror. You let out a moan as he pushes into you, overwhelmed by the sensation of him stretching you out mixed with the way he looks, curls wild, body slick with sweat, muscle taught from his exertion, big hands on your hip.
You can’t take your eyes off each other. Both of your cheeks are flushed, lips parted, chests heaving. He lets out a throaty groan as his eyes drop down to where your tits bounce when he pounds into you. He can’t help himself, reaching up and cupping your juicy tits in his hands, tweaking and rolling your nipples relentlessly, making them ache. You bring one of your hands up, gripping onto his wrist to keep yourself upright.
“Touch yourself,” he growls. You bring your other hand between your legs, rubbing circles on your clit. Your face immediately contorts in pleasure, your legs start to tremble.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he breathes and his hips stutter. He can’t believe how perfect you are, how perfectly you take his cock.
“Andy,” you whine, “I’m gonna come-”
He keep fucking you fast and hard, as he feels his own orgasm mounting in his stomach.
“Yeah?” he groans, feeling immense cockiness at the state you’re in, “come for me.”
He feels your grip tighten around his wrist and your eyes squeeze shut and your legs shake as a chorus of moans and breaths spill out of your lips.
“Andy-” you squeak out as you orgasm on his cock, pulsing and squeezing down on him. He picks up his pace slightly, barely pulling out, making small thrusts against you as his hands grip on your tits.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he groans, “look at me,”
His cock flexes as you flick your eyes, sultry and dark with lust, up to his in the mirror. He feels the hot coil inside him breaking, staring at you as your eyes rake over his face, his mouth hanging open in a deep groan. He thrusts into you hard, fucking through his orgasm as you squeak and whimper at the feeling of his hot cock exploding inside you. His hips slow and he wraps his arms around your waist, breathing heavy as his thick cum drips out of you.
Pope cups your jaw in his hand, turning your face and pulling you into a searing kiss.
“I love you so fucking much,” he breathes into your mouth. You giggle, placing little pecks on his cheeks, turning in his arms, kissing across the freckles on his face.
“I love you so fucking much,” you whisper, “and I love fucking you so much,”
Pope breathes out a laugh, burying his face into your neck, rubbing circles on the small of your back.
“Marry me,” he mutters against your soft skin.
“I already am,” you giggle, taking his face in your hands, pressing a gentle kiss to his warm lips.
You jump up from where you’re laying on the couch when you hear his keys in the lock, opening the front door of his apartment.
“Jackie.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck the moment he steps into his apartment.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” He asks surprised to see you. It’s not like he doesn’t like the surprise, he gave you a set of keys to his apartment for these types of surprises, but he thought he’d see you tomorrow, as you both planned, to go on a date to the cinema.
“Sorry Jackie.” You say, sadness filling your face.
“It’s ok my love. What happened?” He asks as he takes off his work shoes and places his work bag on the floor.
“It’s just that work has been a bitch, everybody’s been pressed about something and takes it out on me, and then this lady honked at me a bunch of times for stopping at a stop sign, as we all should.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, my baby girl.” He coos into your hair as he rubs your back. “It’s ok, you’re doing great.” He praises you.
“I just wanted to see you now and not wait till tomorrow, I hope it’s ok?” You ask.
“Of course my love, I’m always happy to see you.” He says, slapping your ass slightly. “Do you want to order take out and eat on the couch while we watch whatever movie you want?” He asks, kissing you hard on the lips, you hum into him.
“What do you want?”
“Can we get burgers and fries from the place down the street?” You ask and he nods.
He instantly calls them and places an order.
While he showers, you choose Wild Child to watch. You know Jack doesn’t mind watching girlie movies, he absolutely loves them and always enjoys them more than some philosophical or deep movie.
You end up cuddling on the couch after you finished your food. You’re on top of Jack who has his hands on your ass, squeezing from time to time.
You jump up from where you’re laying on the couch when you hear his keys in the lock, opening the front door of his apartment.
“Jackie.” You murmur as you wrap your arms around his neck the moment he steps into his apartment.
“Baby, what are you doing here?” He asks surprised to see you. It’s not like he doesn’t like the surprise, he gave you a set of keys to his apartment for these types of surprises, but he thought he’d see you tomorrow, as you both planned, to go on a date to the cinema.
“Sorry Jackie.” You say, sadness filling your face.
“It’s ok my love. What happened?” He asks as he takes off his work shoes and places his work bag on the floor.
“It’s just that work has been a bitch, everybody’s been pressed about something and takes it out on me, and then this lady honked at me a bunch of times for stopping at a stop sign, as we all should.” You say, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face into the crook of his neck.
“Oh, my baby girl.” He coos into your hair as he rubs your back. “It’s ok, you’re doing great.” He praises you.
“I just wanted to see you now and not wait till tomorrow, I hope it’s ok?” You ask.
“Of course my love, I’m always happy to see you.” He says, slapping your ass slightly. “Do you want to order take out and eat on the couch while we watch whatever movie you want?” He asks, kissing you hard on the lips, you hum into him.
“What do you want?”
“Can we get burgers and fries from the place down the street?” You ask and he nods.
He instantly calls them and places an order.
While he showers, you choose Wild Child to watch. You know Jack doesn’t mind watching girlie movies, he absolutely loves them and always enjoys them more than some philosophical or deep movie.
You end up cuddling on the couch after you finished your food. You’re on top of Jack who has his hands on your ass, squeezing from time to time.
“What’s this, love?” You ask Daryl, looking at the gift he gave you out of nowhere. It’s shaped like a flat box and has another box attached to it.
“Don’t ask questions, just open it already.” He smirks at you.
You don’t ask further questions and open the flat box first.
“Oh my god…” you look at him and he smiles at you. “Baby, this is so amazing.” You say excitedly while looking at the CD player box.
“Open the big one now.” He smirks and you do. There are many CD’s by your favourite artist and many of which you don’t know.
“Baby, this is absolutely amazing…” you say, throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing his face all over. “Why did you gift this to me? Is it some kind of special day today?” You smirk.
“For no reason, you just deserve it and I’m tired of Rick stealing his CD player back while you’re listening to it, you deserve your own.” He says, blush creeping up his neck.
“Aww Dar, that’s absolutely adorable. Thank you, it means a lot to me.” You say. “You know I love you so much right?”
Now you spend all your days listening to your favourite songs and songs that you haven’t listened to but now love. You and Daryl love to have listening parties whenever he brings you a new CD after each run.
“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
HEADLOCK: he knows you’re obsessed with his military and ER trained arms, so why not wrap one of them around your neck and choke you while he fucks you? You love it when you feel him soooo deep in you from behind, your back wet and sticky with sweat against his chest, one of his hands on your clit, rubbing dedicated circles and applying just enough pressure to make you go crazy. That with the way he has his big, buffed up arm wrapped around your neck, applying pressure to make you a bit dizzy, feeling everything 10x more intense. You hold and scratch his big muscles until you cum hard, soaking his cock with your juices.
COWGIRL: he loves seeing his girl bouncing up and down on his cock. When his leg hurts, you get to work. Getting on top of him, you center his hard cock to your entrance and push down painfully slow for both of you. You start bouncing faster and harder, holding onto his chest, squeezing his pecks. Meanwhile, he holds onto your ass and helps you bounce, flexing those hard arm muscles. Once in a while you stop with him still inside and grind your clit into his salt and pepper haired base, making you both moan. He loves it when you’ve already come once or twice and have no more energy to bounce, so you lay on his chest while he pounds into you from beneath while you drool on his chest and neck.
EATING YOU OUT: he’s just a starved man that loves to eat his girl out from behind, giving each hole a bit of love. He starts by licking from your clit to your ass hole a bunch of times, leaving you wetter than you were before. Then he continues by giving your clit and holes some love, sucking, biting, tongue fucking, spitting… name it and he’s probably done it to you.
“Jackie, can you fill my water bottle, pretty please?” You beg him from the sofa as he does things in the kitchen. You don’t even need to tell him again, he’s already coming to grab the water bottle, giving you a kiss on the lips and going to fill the massive water bottle with cold water and one ice (that’s how you like it, and he knows it). When he comes back, you tangle your pretty and manicured fingers through his curls and kiss his lips “thank you Jackie, wanna make out?” You ask him with a smirk. He of course, does want to.
Even when he’s bone tired after his shift, he goes and buys you breakfast takeout from your favourite yogurt bowl and iced coffee from your favourite place. He knows you deserve to be treated like a princess.
He loves it when you style him for an event or a date. He loves to see your concentration face, thinking about what clothes are going to match. You make him try so many options on, it’s ridiculous, but he loves to see your happy face when you’ve found THE outfit. He almost always gets a makeout session after, because you just find him so hot in the clothes you picked out.
You always try to match his outfit, whether it’s the colour or the pattern, or sometimes you buy the same item of clothing for him and for you. You always take so many mirror pictures with him and the matching outfit.
You’re always attached to his hand, your hand is always in his, fingers intertwined. His calloused and big fingers feel rough against your manicured ones, but you love the sensation and how he feels secure.
You call him all types of nicknames, which, for an almost fifty year old might be kinda cringe, but he loves it. He loves it when you call him “Jackie” or “Baby” in public, “Teddy bear” when cuddling, “Big boy” in bed. He loved it when you call him new nicknames now and then, it makes you both giggle, but you always stick to the same ones.
Sometimes you slap his ass. He doesn’t mind at all.
You always help him clean his amputation site after a long shift. He makes it seem like he doesn’t want you to, but deep down he loves to feel your soft hands on his leg instead of his calloused ones. At the end of the cleaning and applying lotion, you always kiss the site.
“Jackie, can you fill my water bottle, pretty please?” You beg him from the sofa as he does things in the kitchen. You don’t even need to tell him again, he’s already coming to grab the water bottle, giving you a kiss on the lips and going to fill the massive water bottle with cold water and one ice (that’s how you like it, and he knows it). When he comes back, you tangle your pretty and manicured fingers through his curls and kiss his lips “thank you Jackie, wanna make out?” You ask him with a smirk. He of course, does want to.
Even when he’s bone tired after his shift, he goes and buys you breakfast takeout from your favourite yogurt bowl and iced coffee from your favourite place. He knows you deserve to be treated like a princess.
He loves it when you style him for an event or a date. He loves to see your concentration face, thinking about what clothes are going to match. You make him try so many options on, it’s ridiculous, but he loves to see your happy face when you’ve found THE outfit. He almost always gets a makeout session after, because you just find him so hot in the clothes you picked out.
You always try to match his outfit, whether it’s the colour or the pattern, or sometimes you buy the same item of clothing for him and for you. You always take so many mirror pictures with him and the matching outfit.
You’re always attached to his hand, your hand is always in his, fingers intertwined. His calloused and big fingers feel rough against your manicured ones, but you love the sensation and how he feels secure.
You call him all types of nicknames, which, for an almost fifty year old might be kinda cringe, but he loves it. He loves it when you call him “Jackie” or “Baby” in public, “Teddy bear” when cuddling, “Big boy” in bed. He loved it when you call him new nicknames now and then, it makes you both giggle, but you always stick to the same ones.
Sometimes you slap his ass. He doesn’t mind at all.
You always help him clean his amputation site after a long shift. He makes it seem like he doesn’t want you to, but deep down he loves to feel your soft hands on his leg instead of his calloused ones. At the end of the cleaning and applying lotion, you always kiss the site.
“Ugh, what the hell babe, why are you so cold.” Daryl complains once you get into the bed and cling onto him like a koala, putting your feet in between his thighs and your hands underneath his shirt, right on his tummy. As winter came, the prison became a sort of refrigerator, the cement walls containing all of the winter freezing air inside, making it colder inside than outside.
“Baby, warm me, it’s really cold…” you giggle, teasing him. Daryl always ran hot, he was like an oven even in the cold temperatures, so you always took advantage of it, stealing his warm sweaters and being very close to him at all times, in bed and outside.
“It’s you who’s wearing a tiny top and thong. If you’re so cold, dress warmer.” He teases you. You know he’s joking and loves it when you wear almost nothing to bed with him.
“I know you love it silly.” You say, kissing his lips.
“You know me so well. I can warm you up in other ways…” Daryl jokes, not really, tucking your face into his neck, feeling you inhale his motor oil and cigarette smell. Meanwhile he has your hair up in his nose, your smell intoxicating him. “You smell so good, I want you.” He says, pushing his hand down to your ass, moving it towards his dick, groaning when you start to rub your barely clothed cunt on his soft, starting to grow, bulge.
“Oh, why so soft huh?” You joke. “Can’t get it up, you old man?” You say giggling after feeling a sharp slap on your ass.
“I’ll show you how old I am.” He says, squeezing your ass hard and slamming his face into yours, tongues intertwining, interchanging saliva. He tastes like cigarettes and you love it. “You have to be quiet baby, can’t have others hear us.” He says into your mouth, knowing damn well everyone has already heard you fucking so many times that they moved you to the furthest and most isolated cell of the block. “Will you be quiet for me?”
“Mmhh...” You mumble an affirmative response into his mouth.
“Say it, baby.” He demands, separating himself from you, leaving an empty and cold space.
“Yes.” You say, whining from the loss of contact.
“That’s my girl.” He says, laying on his back. “Ride me baby, since you’re so cold, work for it.” He smirks, putting his hands behind his head, flexing those muscles you love so much.
You whine but get on top of him. He’s rock hard underneath you, making a mess in his boxers.
You push yourself down on his covered bulge, both of you moaning at the much needed contact, and start rocking back and forth.
“That’s it my girl, doing so well for daddy.” He says, shoving his middle and ring fingers into your mouth, wetting them and then placing them on your ass to play with your thong string, pulling it to the side to reveal your asshole. His wet fingers find that little tight spot and press on it.
“Oh…” you whine. You quickly pull off him to see a wet patch on his grey boxers, not knowing if it’s his or your wetness on there, maybe both. You pull his boxers down and pull your panties to the side.
“Spit.” You demand Daryl, who obliges and spits into your open hand. You rub his spit on his cock and line yourself on him. Pushing down, your head and eyes roll back from pleasure. “Yes, so big.” You say, trying to bounce faster.
“You’re doing to well baby.” He says, helping you by holding onto your ass cheeks and pushing you up and down. Meanwhile, his fingers re-find that tight hole and start pushing in. “This ok?” He asks, pushing his finger deeper into you, you nod.
“Feels so good, daddy.” You say, drool falling onto his chest while you speak.
His finger goes all the way in, a second one following.
“Yes, yes…” you moan, going faster.
Daryl pulls your tank top down, revealing your tits, and buries his face in them, sucking one and then another while his other hand plays slightly with your clit and that’s when you come. The orgasm so hard your vision goes blank and you’re squirting.
“Such a good baby, you’re doing so well.” He praises you once you’ve come down from your high. As you look down, you see his lower part being covered in all types of bodily fluids. You instantly blush and hide in his neck. “Don’t you dare hide from me now, I’ve seen and touched all of you. That was the hottest thing you’ve ever done. We should do this more often.” He says and you giggle.
“Now I’m all warmed up thanks to you.” You say and kiss him on the mouth.
