reader finding out that pope got your name tattooed on him….
Pope shows up unexpectedly at your door late at night. You invite him inside but he hovers in the doorway for a minute, hands twitching at his sides like there’s something weighing on his mind. You begin to worry. It’s been a few days since you’ve seen him and his anxious energy is making your mind race with worst case scenarios. What if something had gone wrong in a job? What if he was about to leave and came by just to break your heart?
He remains stationary, making to attempt to explain his sudden appearance (or to break up with you) so, gently, you lead him towards your bedroom with a hand in his arm and he complies, seeming even more docile than he usually is with you. You pray it’s a sign that things are still alright between the two of you.
You begin to help undress him for bed, halfway through removing his shirt when your eye is caught by a mark on his freckled skin.
It takes you a second to process that you’re seeing and when it finally clicks, you have to suppress a gasp. Written in small script across his chest is your name, right above the space where his heart beats.
You graze your fingertips across the clear plastic covering, careful not to put too much pressure on the fresh ink, tracing the loops of each letter that forms your name. You feel your eyes begin to prick with tears of joy at the sudden understanding of the cause of his previous nervousness.
Maybe the gesture would seem creepy or too forward to others, but you knew that it was his own very cody-ish way of showing his affection. Your name branded into his skin was a way for him to prove he was serious - you were it for him. His heart belonged to you and he didn’t want anyone else ever.
He looks down at you nervously, the uncertainty in his eyes so clear it made your heart hurt for him.
“Is it ok?” his voice is quiet, like he’s bracing himself for any sign of rejection or disapproval, or even worse, disgust.
A smile so wide forms on your face it must look goofy. “It’s perfect, Andy, I love it,” you beam at him.
Relief spreads over his features instantly and he pulls you in for a deep kiss, emboldened by your positive reaction. You smiled against his lips a little possessively. You liked the idea of everyone knowing who he belonged to. It was now a permanent claim you held, signed like a marriage certificate. Your Andrew, forever.
love bites - a drabble
nurse!reader x michael "robby" robinavitch
“Dr. Robby, is that a bite?”
Javadi noted, eyes wide in suspicion.
He covered his neck with his hand immediately, clearing his throat and turning serious.
You’d done the damage in the supply closet about 15 minutes ago. It was like you were teenagers, or at least Robby felt like he was a teenager again. For you, that wasn’t as long ago.
Regardless, it made him forget about the aching pain in his lower back and the muscle strain in his shoulder for at least a little bit.
He'd never admit it to you, but he kinda loved it when you marked him. Sometimes showing up with red stains on his neck, gloss, whatever you were wearing at the time. And no one questioned it, until right about now.
“How about you check on projectile vomiting in exam 3?” He said in reply, hand still on his neck and trying to casually rush over to you. You’d been putting something away in the medicine locker when he came beside you.
“Coming back for more already?” You say, focus on the small glass vials.
It’s here he takes his hand off and motions towards the darkening skin. “You’re gonna have to be a little more discreet, kid.”
Your eyes widen and you stifle a laugh, looking around briefly before mouthing a “Sorry,” to him. You then rifle through the locker to find the most simple of objects and offer it to him.
“Bandaid for now?”
Robby takes it from your palm, annoyed expression but not serious. You can’t help but giggle at his grumpy demeanor. It was all an act, you knew it.
“Need some help?”
“I think I’ve had enough from you.” He responds, unsheathing the bandage and placing it in the reflection in the glass.
It’s here he leans down to you, hot breath at the nape of your neck, placing a palm on the small of your back.
“You’ll pay for that later.”
a/n: oh my gosh i just wrote this and im cringing too don't worry, enjoy i guess lol
no cause we really got jack "i'll pay for it" abbot, titus "i’m the one who’s going to gets you" danforth and grant "you dont have to beg me to fuck you i'm going to" reilly
THE. SAME. YEAR
he basically horny bombed us without blinking, and then he dares to show up on interviews acting all shy (which I love)
content warning: smut - p in v, pwnp, unprotected sex, use of sex toys (vibrator), creampie, use of petnames (baby, sweetheart), pussy pronouns, dom!jack & sub!reader
a/n: this is my first request for my prompts challenge! not proofread, lmk if there’s any mistakes i need to fix! love u all
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your whimpers were muffled by the pillow as jack pounded into you from behind, his thumb rubbing roughly at your clit as his hips snap forward with a deep groan.
“f- fuck, baby. you look so hot.” he mumbled, his large hand splaying out across your lower back. you moaned as you fought to keep your ass up in the air, legs growing more tired by the second.
jack noticed the tremble in your thighs, slowing down with a grunt. “what? too much?” he asked gently, leaning down to press a kiss to your shoulder.
“mhm. no.” you shook your head. “just tired.”
jack hummed before pulling out of you completely, leaving your pussy to clench around nothing in desperation. “i have an idea. lie still.” he told you, giving your hip a reassuring squeeze.
you sighed in content as you relaxed your body and waited for your boyfriend to return.
you heard the sound of a drawer opening and some rummaging before jack found what he was looking for.
the familiar sound of a soft buzz coming to life made you immediately shoot up from your place. your face flushed a deep red when you saw what was in his hands.
“jack! what the fuck!” you spat, reaching to grab it from him.
“ah ah, not so fast, baby. i said to lie still.” jack tutted as he guided you back down by your shoulder, switching off the toy as he did so.
“now. do you wanna tell me what this is? i found it while looking for my card the other day.” he asked slowly, watching for your reaction as he dipped a finger between your thighs to toy with your still soaked cunt.
“it’s nothing.” you mumbled in embarrassment, looking anywhere but jack and your toy that now looked small in his hands.
“this is nothing?” he raised an eyebrow in suspicion before spreading your thighs. “why do you even have this in the first place? do i not satisfy you?” jack asked, his tone a mix of uncertainty and teasing.
“no! that’s not it! you- you do more than satisfy me! i just- i got it for when you’re working late.” you scrambled to reassure him, reaching to hold his hand.
“i can’t do it myself.” you admitted, quieter now. “i can’t make myself feel as good as you make me. so i bought that.”
jack couldn’t hide the grin that graced his face. “how about i make you feel extra good, huh? i wanna try. see what you do when i’m not here.”
a small whine left your lips as you watched jack pick up the vibrator again and turn it on. you let your thighs fall further apart, helping jack to settle between your legs again.
“she’s even wetter than before.” jack cooed as he spread your folds, the slick dripping onto your thighs.
he pressed the toy to your clit, watching in awe when you immediately moaned and jerked up towards his. “j- jack, fuck.”
he dipped down to press a hot kiss to your mouth before lining up with you and pressing in again, sliding in smoothly from how soaked your pussy was.
you moaned into his mouth before reaching to claw at his back. the two sensations from your clit and getting filled by jacks thick cock was overwhelming you couldn’t even think straight.
“i feel her squeezing me so tight, sweetheart. that feel good?” he groaned into your ear, keeping the vibrator firm against your throbbing clit.
“j- jackie, ‘m gonna- oh my god-“ you gasped, thighs clenching around him as your lower half felt like it was going to burn from the amount of stimulation.
jack kept his deep, steady rhythm as you came around him hard, moaning louder than he’d ever heard from you before.
it wasn’t long before he was thrusting roughly into you, spilling his load the deepest he could possibly get it.
the feeling quickly became too much, your hands reaching to pull the toy away from your now oversensitive clit. “‘s too much, p- please-“ you whimpered, pleading jack with your hazy, blissed out eyes.
he relented and turned the toy off quickly, tossing it somewhere on the bed you couldn’t see. jack pulled out his softening cock with a grunt, moving to cradle you in his large arms.
“i’ve never seen you cum that hard before, sweetheart. maybe we’ll have to do that again..” he mused before pressing a tender kiss to your cheek.
sweet lover boy pope who pauses mid sex cause you let go of holding his hand and gives you the biggest puppy dog eyes 🙁🙁
pope cody fucking you into the mattress while he holds your hand and cradles your head.
pope loves missionary. he loves to see you come apart below him, feel your body completely pressed against his, the vibrations of your moans. he likes to fuck you sweetly, showing you his complete devotion.
he nuzzled into your neck, leaving wet kisses and little bites. his cock felt fucking huge inside of you, forcing you to stretch further and further for him. he feels so deep like this, but you need him deeper. you arch your hips into him and spread your legs further to accommodate his thick torso, allowing him to pump all the way to your cervix. you love a little pain with your pleasure. he lets out raspy moans at the new angle, holding you tighter and snapping his hips harder so you could hear his balls slapping against you. between moans he sucked on that sensitive spot right under your ear. his rhythm never faltered, only intensifying as you moaned and whimpered under him. his weight was pressing on you, making your body feel tighter, your brain completely melted. you needed to steady yourself, and to feel his curls and pull on them, so you moved your hand to the back of his head, breaking the link with his hand.
suddenly his head snapped up and his thrusts slowed to an aching, dragging pace. he took his now free hand to lift your chin and his big, deep, puppy-dog eyes gazed back at you. he looked heartbroken and wanting and desperate, his pupils blown up like saucers. you even saw a flicker of a tear, threatening to fall down his blushing cheek.
“hey—you okay?” you stammered, genuine concern in your voice.
his eyes flicked to his hand, then back to you. he grabbed your wrist and pinned it to the bed, then snaked his hand up to firmly interlock your fingers once again, pressing down into the mattress fiercely.
“need you close, baby. need you with me.”
you smiled and craned your neck to pepper kisses all over his face while his thrusts overpowered you with a renewed passion.
i'm not thinking, i know pope cody would apologize after a fight by waking you up and begging for a comfy lil prone bone <3
you and your boyfriend's current dynamic is... complicated. you love him so much that you stay with him even when his family ruins your time together. like tonight, when you two were supposed to have a nice dinner and some rare alone time earlier today, but one phone call from Smurf and he had gone running. you had begged him to stay, telling him how you made him a nice dinner, rented out the first ever movie you watched together, and planned on taking a nice romantic bath with each other before falling asleep in his arms.
pope hadn't budged, he left in a hurry of frustration after a fight ensued between the two of you. he had said things he didn't mean- like calling you needy and clingy- and you had told him you regretted ever asking him to stay. once he was gone, and you had blown out all the candles, threw away the 3 course meal you prepared. and you had cried when you realized he left without even kissing you goodbye :(
you ate alone, showered alone, and went to sleep alone. crying the whole way through. pope had called you multiple times, but you didn't answer. you couldn't bear the thought of answering the phone and him still being mad... or maybe even ending things. you sent him one text that read, 'goodnight. be safe. i love you and i'm sorry.' then you settled into the bed he built for you, wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts that smelled like him, and tried not to cry yourself to sleep.
when you hear popes boots thud against the floor hours later, you think you might be dreaming. you peel your puffy eyes open and blink into the darkness. you're laying on your stomach, arms crossed underneath your tear soaked face. you vaguely hear the sound of a belt clinking, jeans zipping, and clothes being discarded onto the floor. the feeling of the bed dipping confirms that your boyfriend is finally home. popes heavy body crawls over top of you, settling on you like he always does.
he plants small kisses to your cheeks before he even says anything, laying down so his thighs cage in yours and his bare chest presses to your back. you sniffle when you realize he is in his boxers and you feel the warmth you missed so badly. pope freezes. "hey sweetheart. 'm so sorry about earlier." he brings a palm to rub at your side while he continues to whisper apologies in your ear. "shouldn't 've left you like i did-." his words have you shaking your head into your pillow as your bottom lip wobbles.
he sucks in a sharp breath. "fuck- 'm so so sorry honey. i ruined our night, i know. will you lemme make you feel better? p-please sweetheart?" you're half asleep and so gloomy. and even though you're still hurt, all you want to do is let your boyfriend make love to you.
pope kisses at your damp cheek when you nod. "gonna make it all better. promise." his gentle words and his even more gentle movement to slide your t-shirt up over your butt has more tears spilling from your waterline. you never see him this sweet, only when you fight.
he kisses your shoulder while his hand dips down between your legs. your gasp is watery and you shudder when he carefully circles your clit with two calloused fingers. he whispers sweet words the whole time he gets you ready for him. tracing your weepy hole so softly and sweetly. "yer so perfect for me." he slides one thick finger into you and you buck your hips back. "never leavin' you again honey. promise." you cry out when he adds another. "you're my everything sweetheart. love you so much."
the last sentence has you coming on his fingers when he curls them just right. you whimper and squirm underneath his hold while he kisses your hairline the whole way through. "andy..." you voice cracks on the first word you've said to him since he's been back. he shoves down his boxers and nudges your legs apart. "i know. i know. god 'm so sorry. fuck- can i sweet girl? can i please?" you arch ever so slightly as a yes and he immediately shoves his hard cock inside of you. you moan at the stretch his thickness provides every time no matter how nicely he preps you.
popes forehead falls to the nape of your neck. he slowly starts to thrust into you, still whispering. "missed you. hate when we fight. love you so- hnnhg- love you so much."
you're blinking back tears and nodding at his words. you can't form your own right now due to the mix of pleasure and something much deeper you can't quite name. pope rests all his weight atop you, bringing one strong arm to hook underneath your neck. he lightly tilts your head sideways so he can press his lips to yours. you whimper when he ruts his hips until he bottoms out then pauses, letting both of you feel how deep he is.
"didn't mean what i said." you barley hear his quiet, shaky words over your own sniffles and the pulse of his length stilled against your warm walls. "you're not clingy or needy, honey. thats me. i-i need you. god, i love you so much- need you always. wanna stay just like this forever."
its exactly what you needed to hear. tears threaten to spill due to the fact that he knows you so well. you love him so much. you’re choking through your words. " 'm sorry andy-." he cuts you off with a tender "shh shh- jus breathe sweetheart- mhm jus like that." then starts to grind his hips again. pope's heavy weight above you and his thickness dragging inside you only adds to the warmth you feel from his words.
"was my fault. should've stayed. god honey, 'm so sorry i made you upset." you're full on crying now, whimpering his name over and over while he does the same but with " 'm sorry." he's panting soothing words in your ear, muscular forearm tightening around your throat. you feel his thighs twitch on the backs of yours in restraint. you can tell he is trying to keep the slow and sensual pace to match the apology he's giving you.
but you don't want slow. not when you've missed him all night and just want him to make you feel as good as he always does. you push your ass back to fuck yourself onto him a few times as hard as you can with all 200 plus pounds of him on top of you. he complies, instantly knowing what you want, and pressing his cheek to yours and starting to thrust relentlessly. your wet eyes roll into your head as his hips slap harshly against your butt. you feel his fat tip kiss your cervix while the weight of his chest stays glued to your back. a spark starts in your lower belly and tingles start dancing behind your eyes.
a small bit of liquid drops onto your cheekbone and you blink up enough top see pope crying too. it's the first time you've been able to focus on his face. your eyes trace his freckled face thats laced with devastation and his auburn curls that are all messy as if he'd been running his hands through them all night. "t-tell me y'love me sweetheart. please -mmhf fuck- please 'm so sorry. needa hear it."
his small and pathetic words are a stark contrast to the way he's pounding into you. your big strong boyfriend is now sniffling and whimpering just like you had been all night. you comply because it's truly all you feel in this moment. there is nothing else in your euphoria-blanked brain besides the words. "love you andy- loveyouloveyouloveyou-!" he's moaning unashamedly above you as you flutter around his cock. he uses his free hand thats not balancing him to intertwine his fingers with yours that clutching at the sheets.
the tangible pleasure grows and grows till it locks tight behind where your eyes are pouring tears. pope smashes his damp lips to yours once more before starting to beg you. "hnnhg fuck honey- come for me. please. give itta me- i'll keep it safe. promise. come with me please."
he's taken over all of your senses. his words are in the air you breathe, his body is creating the heat you feel, and his throaty groans are taking over the noises you hear.
you can barely move your lips against his as you cry out when you shatter. you're clenching around him so tightly that you're about to push his hefty cock out, but it's all pope needs to come too. your releases are a mix of tears, moans and repeated "iloveyou"s. it's warm and intimate and has your vision blowing white as your hearing fades in and out due to the intensity. when you come down, your body is still shaky and pope is still moving inside of you, even though he's soft and you feel his come warming your insides.
he hasn't stopped whispering sweet nothings to you. "love you. love you so much. yer perfect. don't deserve you." you shake your head in disagreement, brain too fuzzy and body too tired to use words. when he moves to pull out, all you can manage is a raspy whine in protest. pope settles back instantly as if he never actually wanted to move in the first place.
he stays there all night. resting inside of you and laying above you while gently reminding you how much he loves you <3
Thinking about being pressed up against Pope Cody and he’s so hard and warm and huge and ughhhh
He’s got you prone bone, hard tummy and pecs pressed flat against your back, a layer of slick sweat between your bodies. His forearms are locked on the mattress, caging your head between them. All you have to do is tilt your face slightly to suck on the hot, sticky sweet skin of his freckled arm.
His lips ghost the shell of your ear, letting out needy, breathy moans. His tongue darts out to tease your earlobe before he nibbles on it, continuing to pound his cock into you.
“Oh fuck, Pope. I need more, I need—” you let out a strangled moan, struggling to vocalize what your body wants from his.
“Words, baby. You gotta tell me,” he growls, thrusts never faltering.
“Closer, I need you closer,” you cry.
“I’m right here, I’m right on you baby,” he coos, trying to push his weight further into your backside.
“I need more,” you moan, bringing your hands up to grip onto his arms, desperate.
“Shit, okay. Lift your head up.”
You comply, pushing yourself up off the mattress just enough for Pope to snake his arm around your neck, holding your head up with his bicep. He flexes his muscles, causing your vision to blur slightly from the pressure at your throat.
The sensation of him choking you with his arm combined with the weight of him flush against your back as he ruts himself in and out of you has your walls clenching around his thick cock, pleasure flooding between your legs.
Pope’s orgasm follows close behind yours, warm ropes of cum filling you up as you’re still coming down from your high.
He sucks hot, wet kisses against the back of your neck, his breath fanning across the sensitive skin there.
You relish in the feeling of his body weight still crushing you as he releases his hold around your neck. All fucked out, he’s practically crushing you with his muscular frame, your own makeshift weighed blanket … <3
