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˖ ⭑ red lips | michael jackson ˖ ⭑

pairing: 1984 grammys m.jackson x fem!reader.

synopsis: as michael is up giving his speech for his 8th grammy of the night, you notice a red lipstick mark on his jawline that you didn’t put there, jealousy instantly filling your body, and michael finds out why you’re annoyed the hard way.

warnings: jealously, silent treatment, slight angst, crying, diana ross, insecurity.

a/n: i’m a sucker for a lil argument. also i know it wasn’t diana that kissed michael’s cheek at the grammys, but it’s just for a lil fun.

the 1984 grammys award ceremony was a whirlwind of flashing lights, deafening applause, and the intoxicating scent of expensive perfume and hairspray that clung to the air.

michael had been nominated for 12 awards tonight—he had won 8 of them—and by the time his name was called for the eighth and final win of the night, the energy in the room was electric, enough to power all of los angeles.

standing centre stage, bathed in the golden glow of the spotlight, michael adjusted his grip on the gold award. he looked every bit the superstar in his iconic blue and gold jacket, the sequins catching the light with every subtle movement he made. the audience erupted into a standing ovation, the roar of applause nearly shaking the walls.

“i’d like to thank…” michael began, his voice smooth and confident, his eyes scanning the crowd. he thanked the grammy committee, his producers, his family, and his fans. but as he continued speaking, something caught your eye; a small red stain on his jawline.

your breath hitched. the lipstick mark was unmistakable—a perfect, crimson crescent pressed against his skin, just above his jawline. it wasn’t yours. you hadn’t worn red lipstick tonight; you’d opted for a subtle nude gloss that barely showed up under the harsh stage lights. so there was no way michael could have gotten that from you.

michael finished his speech, you didn’t even hear the rest of it as you had zoned out thinking about the red lipstick. his smile was genuine and grateful. he turned to wave at the audience before stepping down from the stage, completely unaware of the turmoil brewing inside you. as he approached your table, he sat down, his arm automatically went to your waist, pulling you close as cameras flashed around you both.

“eight grammys, baby!” michael exclaimed, his eyes shining with excitement as he leaned in to kiss your cheek. but you turned your head slightly, so his lips landed on your jaw instead. your stomach churned as you caught another whiff of a unfamiliar perfume mixed with his cologne.

“you okay, baby?” michael whispered, his brow furrowing slightly as he noticed your stiff posture. the cameras were still flashing around them, capturing their victory lap.

“i’m perfect,” you replied through a bright, practiced smile for the cameras. as soon as the nearest camera moved on, your expression hardened again.

“seriously, are you feeling alright?” michael asked again in a hushed tone but was genuinely concerned, his hand still resting at your lower back as you both waved off quincy jones and other people in the music industry. “you’re acting…off.”

“just stop asking,” you muttered under your breath, forcing another smile at stevie wonder as he congratulated michael. “im fine.” you say as yous walk to the limousine.

“you don’t look fine,” michael pressed gently, sensing the icy wall you were quickly putting up between you. he leaned closer, trying to catch your eye as you both move through the throng of celebrities, your polite nods to them feeling strained and robotic. “baby, talk to me. is it the noise? the crowd?”

“i said stop asking, michael.”

michael recoiled slightly, the genuine happiness from his historic night draining from his face at your sharp tone. he fell silent, but his hand remained hovering at your back, uncertain now, as you exchanged stiff goodbyes with lionel richie and diana ross. the congratulations felt hollow to your ears, your focus narrowed entirely on the red smudge mocking you from his jawline.

the rest of the after party passed in a blur of forced smiles and polite nods. michael hovered near you, occasionally reaching for your hand or squeezing your waist, silently trying to bridge the distance you’d created. but you remained tight-lipped, offering only monosyllabic responses when he spoke.

by the time bill pulled the limo around to the entrance, your jaw was set tight.

michael climbed into the backseat first, holding out his hand to help you in, but you ignored it, sliding across the leather seat as far from him as possible. the space between you felt charged and heavy with unspoken words as bill pulled away from the curb and merged into traffic.

michael watched you from across the seat, your body language screaming volumes of unsaid things. he unbuttoned the first button of his jacket, making himself more comfortable. “baby…” he tested the waters softly. but your response was telling—you hugged your jacket tighter around you and looked out the window.

“okay, that’s it,” michael said firmly after five minutes of strained silence. he reached across the seat and gently turned your face towards him, forcing you to meet his gaze. “whatever’s going on, just tell me now because this silent treatment is killing me.”

his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek, his touch gentle but his expression stern. his eyes searched yours intently, demanding an answer. the limos dim lighting cast shadows on his face, highlighting the sharp lines of his cheekbones and the set of his jaw. he wasn’t going to let this go until you spoke your mind.

“michael, let go,” you whispered, your voice trembling slightly. but he didn’t release your chin, his dark eyes boring into yours with that stubborn determination he got when he refused to back down.

“not until you tell me what’s wrong,” he insisted, his voice low and serious. “we’ve been together two years, and you’ve never given me the silent treatment like this,” he continued, his thumb gently caressing your skin. “so whatever it is, it’s big. and i deserve to know.”

“whatever it is, just say it,” he urged, his expression softening slightly. “are you mad about something i did? soemthing i said?” he searched your face for clues, his brow furrowing when he didn’t find any obvious answers.

“you want me to tell you?” you snapped, suddenly turning to face him fully. your eyes flashed with anger and hurt, your voice rising slightly. “fine. i’ll tell you.” you pulled away from his touch, crossing your arms over your chest defensively.

“that red mark on your jaw,” you said, “whose lipstick is it, michael? because it sure as hell isn't mine." you watched his expression carefully, waiting for the guilt to set in.

his eyes widened slightly before he instinctively touched his jaw. "what are you talking about?" he asked, his voice defensive.

"don't play dumb, michael," you bit out, pointing an accusing finger at the faint red smear on his skin. "its right there. some cheap perfume mixed with it too. you smelled like a different woman when you kissed me cheek earlier."

michael went rigid, his hand freezing on his jaw.

"baby, wait--" michael started, holding his hands up defensively. "its not what you think. i swear." he reached for your hand, but you pulled away, your chest heaving with frustration.

"then what is it? because unless lipstick grows on jaws by itself, someone put that there." you snapped, rolling your eyes.

"it was just diana ross," michael explained quickly, his brow furrowed. "she greeted me when i first arrived, gave me a kiss on the cheek. you know how she is--always so affectionate."

"she kissed my jaw, i didn't even realise it was there," he insisted, his expression earnest but clearly frustrated that you were jumping to the worst conclusion. "you really think id cheat on you? at the grammys? with diana?"

"you left it there all night," you countered, your voice trembling with jealousy and annoyance.

as you sit there stewing, your mind races with thoughts and insecurities.

he didn't wipe it off.

he apparently didn't even notice it was there.

does he not care that his girlfriend would see it?

what if he still has feelings for diana?

you glance at his jaw again, watching that bright red mark mock you from across the seat. it should have been wiped off. it should have been gone the second those ruby lips touched his skin. you feel your throat tighten. you're being irrational, you know it--but the thought of someone else leaving a mark on him, even accidentally, makes your chest ache with something ugly and possessive.

you remember the rumours, the old photos, the way diana used to look at him. the history between them is like a shadow hanging over your relationship. if it had been anyone else--any other woman--you probably would have let it go by now. but diana...diana was different.

"its diana," you practically hissed the name. "that's the problem, michael. you and diana...you have history."

the air in the limo felt thick. it wasn't just the lipstick; it was the years of connection between them, the way she looked at him like she owned a piece of him. anyone else you'd have laughed it off. not her.

"so what?" michael snapped, his patience wearing thin. "just because diana have history doesn't mean im going to cheat on you with her! you really think so little of me?" he ran a hand through his hair, exasperated. "it was a kiss on the cheek. that's literally it."

"a kiss on the cheek that you left smudged on your jaw all night!" you shot back, your voice rising. "you didn't even bother to wipe it off. did it mean something to you? did you want her to know that you still care?”

“are you serious right now?” michael threw his hands up. “i didn’t notice it!”

“you didn’t notice it,” you repeated, your voice dripping with disbelief. “michael, you’re always so aware of every little thing—your hair, your clothes, your fucking shoes. but a big red lipstick mark on your jaw? you missed that?”

“i was talking to people!” michael shouted back, his own temper flaring. “i didn’t think of her leaving a lipstick mark because it meant absolutely nothing to me! you are blowing this way out of proportion just because of who she is.” he leaned forward, his eyes narrowing. “you’re jealous.”

“i am NOT jealous!” you lied, your voice cracking slightly. you hated how weak you sounded, how transparent your insecurity was. but the truth was, you were. you were terrified of diana’s hold on him, of the history they shared that you could never replicate.

“then why are you acting like this?” michael challenged, his voice dropping low.

“because it’s diana,” you yelled back, throwing your hands up in frustration. “because everyone knows she used to have you. because when she looks at you, she acts like she still does. and you just walked around all night wearing her mark like a fucking trophy!”

michael stared at you, his mouth falling open slightly in disbelief. “it is lipstick,” he ground out.

“yes, and you should’ve wiped it off the second you left her,” you shot back, your voice trembling with emotion. “not worn it around like you were proud of it.” you looked away, unable to meet his eyes anymore. “do you even understand how that looks? how it makes me feel?” the car was silent except for the low hum of the engine.

michael exhaled sharply, running both hands through his curls in frustration. “i understand that it hurt you,” he said, his tone softening slightly despite his frustration. “but you’re twisting this into something it’s not. i didn’t keep it there on purpose. i didn’t even know it was there until you pointed it out.”

“then why didn’t you check your reflection?” you demanded, tears finally pricking your eyes. “you check everything else, michael. you’re meticulous. the fact that you let her lipstick stay on your face tells me you were comfortable with it. you were comfortable with her mark on you.”

he stared at you, completely stunned by your logic. “that’s genuinely ridiculous.”

“is it?” you asked quietly, tears escaping down your cheeks. “would you have left some other woman’s lipstick on you? really think about it, michael.”

michael opened his mouth to protest, then stopped. he swallowed hard, lowering his face to the floor of the car. the silence stretched out between you, heavy and suffocating.

the car had slowed to stop at a red light, and in the silence, michael finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “no,” he admitted. “i wouldn’t have.”

your heart clenched painfully. you didn’t want him to say that. you wanted him to fight back, to tell you that you were being crazy. but he was being honest.

“i didn’t think it through,” michael continued, his jaw tight with self reproach. he finally reached his hand up and rubbed at the smudge, erasing it. “you’re right. i should have noticed. i should have wiped it off the second it happened—diana or not, stranger or not. but i didnt. and that’s my fault.”

he turned his hand over, looking at the lipstick now on his hand from wiping his jaw. the lipstick was gone of his face, but the damage was already done—you already believed that you come second to diana. you were crying, upset over something so stupid as a smudge of makeup. he felt like an asshole. “baby, stop crying.”

“come here,” he said softly, reaching for you. you hesitated before leaning into him, your shoulders shaking with sobs. he wrapped an arm around you tightly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “i’m sorry,” he murmured against your hair.

“i didn’t realise how disrespectful it looked to you, especially coming from her. i know there’s history. i know that makes it sensitive. i should have been more aware.” you pulled back slightly, wiping your eyes, sniffling.

“talk to me,” he prompted gently. “i know i messed up, but i need to understand what’s really bothering you about this besides the lipstick itself. is it because it was her? is it because i didn’t notice immediately?”

you took a shaky breath, gripping his hand tightly. “it’s the history,” you admitted quietly. “it’s that no matter how much time passes, she always acts like she has a claim on you. and tonight…tonight you let her have that claim. you walked around with her mark on you like you belonged to her.”

michael’s face fell, the realisation hitting him hard.

“and that hurt you,” he said, understanding finally dawning in his eyes. “not the fact that it was lipstick, but the fact it was her lipstick. and i let it stay there because i didn’t want to upset her by wiping it off in front of her.”

“exactly,” you whispered, your voice cracking. “you prioritised her comfort over mine. you didn’t want to be rude to her, but you didn’t mind insulting me.” you let out a big sigh, “it feels like she still comes first, michael. it feels like no matter what i do, i’ll never outrank her history with you.”

michael looked absolutely stricken by your admission. he shook his head vigorously, reaching out to cup your face. “that’s not true,” he said firmly. “she does not come first. you are my reality. she was in a part of my past. there is a massive difference.” he searched your eyes, desperate for you to believe him.

“baby, you’re not competing with her,” he said gently, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “you don’t have to outrank her because you’re not even in the same category. you’re my partner, my present, my future, she’s my past.”

you let out a shaky breath, leaning into his touch despite yourself. “i know,” you murmured, though the jealously still simmered beneath the surface. “i know you love me. i just…” you trailed off, biting your lip. even as his words sank in, the image of diana’s red lips against his skin still made your stomach twist uncomfortably.

“i get that it still bothers you,” he said softly, reading your body language even as you tried to hide your lingering jealousy. “even if you understand logically, it still feels bad emotionally.” he kissed your forehead against gently. “and that matters.”

you nodded, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “it’s stupid,” you admitted, “but i keep picturing it. her leaning in, her lips on your skin, and you just…letting it happen. and then carrying it around all night.” your voice dropped to barely a whisper.

“i’m sorry,” you muttered against his chest, feeling foolish. “i’m being ridiculous. she probably didn’t even mean it in that way. i just saw it as that, im being stupid.”

“hey, don’t apologise for feeling hurt,” he said firmly, tilting your chin up so you had to look at him. “your feelings aren’t stupid. diana targeted something sensitive deliberately—that doesn’t make your reaction invalid. she knows exactly how to push your buttons, and she did.” he brushed his thumb across your cheek gently. “the fact youre upset means you care.”

“i just hate feeling this way,” you admitted, your voice small. “jealous and insecure over something that probably means nothing to you. it makes me feel weak.” you looked down, embarrassed. “you always handle things so smoothly, and here i am falling apart over a lipstick stain.” michael frowned, tilting your face back up to meet his gaze.

“first of all, falling apart over a lipstick stain means you give a damn about me,” he said firmly. “it means you’re not just sitting back and letting some other woman mark your territory without care. it means you’re human and you’re jealous.”

“so don’t apologise for feeling jealous over something that actually matters to you,” he said softly, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “because it matters to me that you care enough to get jealous. it means i’m doing something right.”

you just nodded your head, staring into space. michael notices this and grabs your chin softly, pulling your head towards his and connecting your lips together.

the kiss dissolved the remaining tension in your shoulders, the warmth of his lips chasing away the lingering insecurity. when he finally pulled back, his expression was soft and adoring. “we’re good?” he whispered, his forehead resting against yours. you nodded, letting out a final breath, the jealously finally fading into nothing. “we’re good.”

[mrsjacksonnn]

— “feels good, huh?”

; in which you make grammys!michael feel so good to calm his nerves

— you could see it written all over michael’s face. he didn’t know whether he should love being here or absolutely hate it. the nerves, the anxiety, all of it was getting to him, the pride he should be feeling being completely overshadowed by the anxiety

he kept trying to meet your gaze, in the meanwhile you were trying not to be rude, conversing with those around you, smiling, laughing, joining in. you didn’t even notice the poor little puppy eyes michael was shooting you from juuust right next to you

and he did just look so pitiful, glasses covering half his face, lower lip bit between his teeth in a way which to most would be attractive, but you knew your mikey, you knew that was a sign of worry. you pressed your thumb to his lower lip, removing it from his teeth’s hold, “w’sup, baby?”

“oh nothin’ much, mama” his voice was so quiet and soft and sweet, but tinged with that little bit of nerves that read in the way his hand clenched tighter at your skirts, trying to ground himself. hardly even flinched when you gripped his chin, forcing his eyes to meet yours, “i said what’s up?” you whispered, the sound of your voice alone clearly already starting to calm him as he leant forward imperceptibly, “go on, use your big words, mikey”

he swallowed at that, and you could see his big bambi eyes scanning the room from behind his glasses, anxious as the jewelled glove scrunched itself tighter in your skirts, “m’ just nervous, is all” he muttered, cheeks all rosy as he tried to duck his head away from yours, rubbing at the back of his neck, “and what do you expect me to do about that?” you whispered back, pushing his own hand away as you slid your fingers into his curls at the back of his nape, twisting them carefully so not to disturb his burn, but just enough to make him hiss. not in pain. no.

“please” he mumbles, cheeks growing even rosier under his sunglasses

and that’s how you ended up here <3

his head dropped down onto your collarbone, hushed little pants falling from his lips like he couldn’t dare to hold them in anymore as you worked your hand up and down his pretty dick. and it was so pretty, achingly hard, smooth, curved, the pretty tip flushed a beautifully deep shade of red, disappearing every time your hand slipped over it to work at his head

“feels good, huh?” you whispered into his ear, free hand tipping under his chin to force his eyes to meet yours, smiling at the sight in front of you. poor baby was on the verge of tears, sunglasses discarded onto the toilet seat of the small cubicle you were locked in, him pushed against the wall as you leant against him, jerking his dick to the point where he’s nearly crying, “huh?” you urged

“y-yeah, yeah mama, feels so—“ his eyes fluttered shut, cheeks pink in embarrassment as his hips twitched, strained from not wanting to fuck your fist, he could never be so vulgar! but you could. your heel made its way onto his toe, pressing down gently to elicit that little bit of pain you knew he loved, needed it to ground himself, “i know baby, i know”

you could feel your grip on his dick loosening with the slickness of his pre, pearly white leaking from his throbbing tip as he hid his face into your neck once more, his hands coming around your shoulders in some bizarre sort of a hug, crushing you against him as he groaned — well, sobbed — with the knot forming in his stomach,

“fuck my hand, mikey, make yourself feel good baby” you stepped back, watching him — flushed, beautiful, shy. you just nodded. he, of course, obeyed, whimpering — just a little, before his hips started to rut into your hand. and poor baby, you could just see the moment it set in for him, how good it felt to fuck your fist like he wanted to

his face contorted in utter passion, his light stage makeup starting to sweat down his face as he blubbered and whimpered and sobbed as he started to fuck your fist harder

and then, he came

and it was beautiful

hot pearly ropes shooting up your wrist, down onto the floor, his big hands coming up to cover his face because he was just so so embarrassed. and he looked so cute, hips n dick still twitching as he rode out the last of his orgasm

“i can’t go back out there” you heard him groan from behind his palms as you were busy gathering all his cum from where it’d splattered across your wrist, you just hummed and caught his face once more

making him watch as your cum soaked finger slid into your mouth. his dick twitched violently against your thigh

“bet you’re not nervous now”

“now come on, i wanna watch my man sweep the grammys!”

[heartedlace]

18+ trying new things with jack abbot

jack had very few limits to push — he was basically only concerned with you: how you felt, the way you screamed his name in bed, knowing he’d done a good job. he was very easy to please, never got mad, always in your ear, whispering — praising, “such a good girl for me, ain’t ya? so pretty, like it when i touch you like this?”

which is exactly why he was hesitant to try exactly what you just suggested

“want you to be mean to me, jackie” you whispered, mouthing at his neck as he tried to move his head to watch the game on the tv, “y’know i can’t be mean to you sweetheart”

he whispered it low against your hairline, but he sounded distracted. that made you pout — you didn’t like not being the center of his attention, tilting your head back at him, “need you mean, need you nasty” you muttered, suckling on the soft skin of his neck, “want you to tug on my hair, call me your bitch, anything” you were begging so pretty that jack didn’t know what else to do!! how could he deny his pretty girl!!

that led do him fucking you, face down int he matress as a hand grabbed at your hairline, forcing your face down into the pillows as he fucked you

“yeah-yeah? wanted me like this didn’t you?” when you didn’t answer — you couldn’t, head pushed too far into the bed, drooling all over the sheets as he pounded you from the back, he grabbed your hair, lifting you up to press his cheek against yours, “fuckin’ answer me”

“da-daddy”

“yeah that’s my girl” he snarls, pushing your head back down against the sheets as he continues to slam his hips against yours, pulling your ass cheeks apart with his big hands to spit a vulgar glob down where his dick is abusing your cunt!! “wanted me mean, yeah? you got it pup, m’ gonna fuck you til your brain fucking melts”

keeps fucking you and edging you, not letting you cum, leaves hand prints everywhere he can, bites down on your shoulder just to hear you cry and scream, pushing against him just for him to lay his heavy frame back over you, forcing you to take every rough inch of his cock bullying your walls <3

[heartedlace]

guys not to spread my stink everywhere but!!! this p!link is literally pope x reader ….

i imagine the poor baby doesn’t even know what to do when he’s fucking you :( goes from super rough fucking you from the back to cradling you in his arms the next second <3 loves to feel the intimacy with you in a way nobody else has ever given him :(( loooves to manhandle your body into whatever position he can bend you into, but he gets shyyyy and hides his face in your neck as his thrusts grow sloppier and sloppier <3333

[heartedlace]

18+ brat breaking with jack abbot

you were a brat — there’s no doubt about it, having been flirting with one of the nurses on shift right in front of him as he had his hands tied up doing a chest tube, walking past him later with no reaction to the stony expression on his face. didn’t even flinch when he called your name clear across the ER — nothing

you were slipping out of his training. he admitted it was his fault, he’d been snapping at you this morning; he was tired, not usually on the day shift, covering for someone else never had it’s plus sides — he’d made some stupid little quip like, “can you shut the fuck up and just let me drive?” you didn’t like that — and neither did he, so of course, he had to find a way to sort it out <3

you found yourself on your knees in front of the bed, the slick gagging sounds the only sound in the room as he thrust his hips against your face, hands not holding your cheek or hair like they usually do — his thick fingers were shoved into the collar he’d clamped around your neck, using it as leverage to pull your face against each of his thrusts so he could watch the way you gagged and squirmed and tried to pull away, “see, this is what happens baby” he hissed, bending over you, one hand tugging the collar tighter against the back of your neck to keep your nose flush against his pelvic bone, the other reaching to slap your already flushed ass, “wanted to piss daddy off did you? not look what’s happened — need to fucking train you….”

the next position he put you in he was sat behind you, thick fingers plunging in and out of your messy cunt, not once letting you cum, instead he waited until you were sobbing, right at the edge, before pulling away — it was like clockwork, would wait until your spongey walls clamped down around his fingers to force them outta your dripping little cunt <3 pushing slick fingers between your lips u til they met the back of your throat <333 “good girl, that’s a good fucking dog, need a chew toy, huh? that’s why you were acting up yeah? so daddy could break your bratty little body?”

he didn’t stop even when you were sobbing into the sheets, his hands coming around your face as he fucked you in doggy to hook his fingers in each side of your mouth, pulling you up as he used his hold on you to leverage himself to go deeper, sitting up properly as his hips pistoned into yours, leaning over you to whisper against your hairline, “go on— break- y’re a dirty fucking girl — know you wanna”

he coos when you sob out a pitiful “daddy” around his fingers, shoving the digits further into your mouth to force the drool pooling on your tongue over your lips and down your chin, whirling the two of you around so he could fuck you facing the mirror, “go on say some stupid fucking shit — dicks fuckin your brains out huh?”

forced you down onto your knees once more, your quivering legs hitting the floor as he eased his dick back into your mouth, pushing you down by the back of your head until your nose met the curly salt and pepper pubes at the base of his dick, forcing you to look up at him through teary eyes as he whispers, “never — and i mean never, treat daddy like that again, got it baby?” just to chuckle and whisper, “though i think i broke ya, you look like a fucking idiot — tears down your cheeks, drool on your chin — right fucking mess” bending to press a kiss to the crown of your head as he starts fucking your mouth obscenely once more, “my good girl, just needed putting in your place, that’s what daddy’s here for” <33

[heartedlace]

thoughts on sub stalker!pope who gets caught by girlfriend!reader, who is very much into it and makes him jerk off while telling her why he stalks her and what he’s seen when he does

I need to hear that big beefy man whimper and cry in embarrassment🥰🥰

anon… wait i’m gonna give u a kiss… also guys im so sorry for being inactive — i wrote the response to this the other day but unfortunately my nana passed away before i could post it and i just didn’t feel up to it, but here u guys go!!

18+ pope cody still does whatever you want — even when it embarrasses him <3

imagine ok.. walk with me guys imagine walking in on pope who’s sat on the bed completely naked, legs spread, holding your panties up to his nose as he stares at a blown up picture on his phone of you bending over to look at some fruit in the grocery store — you hadn’t even known he was there that day!! just another part of his stalker agenda

and it’s so clear that he’s been edging himself for a whiiilleee :( you’ve been out for about three hours at your friends and poor baby just got so needy, sniffing your panties while he stares at the photo held in front of his face as he ruts into his palm

you just lean against the frame of the door with a biiiig smile on your face, eventually clearing your throat, “you enjoying yourself there andy?” and he goes so redddddd awhhh immediately throwing the phone to the side — and the only thing he can do is cover his throbbing, red tipped dick with your lacy pink panties — “i-uh-oh fuck, i’m sorry- sorry baby, didn’t know you were home”

spluttering and stumbling alllll over his words as his chest heaves, his face twisting ever so slightly as you just stand there — “stand up” you say quietly, and he does what you say immediately :3 pushing himself on shaky legs up from the bed, you nod, “good boy— come here” you whisper, and his lower lip wobbles, his hands shaky where they cover his throbbing dick :( stumbling over to you

“touch yourself” he lets out a quiet lumper, bottom lip shaky as he tries to whisper, “b-baby—i” you cut him off with a hand planted over his mouth, glaring up at him as his pretty brown eyes try scanning your face, “no—no, you were being a fucking perv weren’t you?” his eyes widen, “staring at a picture you took without me knowing, what are you some kind of-some kinda stalker? huh?” you hiss, stepping forward so your teeth bear against the back of your palm, “touch yourself- use the panties pope, momma told you what to do”

and poor baby whimpers, his biiig being hand wrapping the panties around his dick as he huffs against your palm, fist— shamefully— slowly fucking his dick as his legs almost buckle, leaning into your hand as his eyes dart down to your lips, whispering what sounds like a muffled little, “please”

“oh baby” you pout, eyes sliding towards his leaky tip as his hand slides, making a sickeningly sweet little plap plap plap sound as he fucks his fist, “you weren’t saying please when you were perving over being a little stalker, huh? were you?”

“you’re gonna cum right here, just like momma told you, so momma can show you what a sick little freak you are”

and he cums sooooooo fast bless him :( whimpering and slobbering against your palm as he mumbles incoherently as you grip his hair with the hand soaked with his spit, eliciting a whiney little moan from the back of his throat as he looks down on you, “go on, fucking pervert, tell me what you did”, and he lets out a disturbed little noise, whispering softly, “w-what?” “tell me what you’ve been doing” you wrap your hand around his dick, it’s warmmmm and it twitches violently in overstimulation as you start jerking him off sooooo fast, his stomach clenching as he cries out, “tell me and i’ll stop— go on, tell momma”

“i-i like—fffuhk— i like following you, fuck—- sorry i’m a fucking- i’m a pervert— im gross im fucking weird—- like knowing you-you can’t see me, momma, pl-pleaseeee mommy, ss-stop-can’t— i’m fucked—fuh-fuck i know.. i knowww momma- please”

and you follow through until his comes once more :3 the thick white liquid dripping down into the floor as his chest heaves, stumbling against you as he all but collapses

but you don’t give him that :( instead you pull away, plant your hand on the back of his head and push him towards the floor, not letting him up until he’s cleaned up alllll his mess <3

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I hope this is okay! But have you seen the couple on twitter and phub their @ is baisiekinn

Not looks like but the dynamic and the way he talks gives me huuuge Jack Abbot vibes, I was inspired by the p!links you posted and went on my own hunt for Abbot esque videos💕

wait anon…….. this video is CLITERALLY that one scene of pope and amy…………. oh my god……….

ok but everyone go check them out on x because it is LIT jack and his gf…. guys i feel sick… thank u for this my beloved anon

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18+ jack abbot knows what you need to calm down

you’d been bratty with him all day — snapping at him when he woke you up getting in the door, apparently he was “taking his shoes off too loud” or maybe it was the “angry way he set his keys down on the counter”, trying to wrap his arms around you to decompress after a loooong night shift at the pitt — but you were having none of it

“get off me jack it’s too hot” you grumbled, stealing more than half of the covers as you turned back over, quick to fall asleep. his jaw just clenched, resting back down on his back as he stared at your profile

you were still in a pissy mood later in the day, snapping at every little thing he did, “jack, can you not see i’m trying to finish this report?” “jack can you please not leave your shit all over the place after making food” “jack jack jack jack jack”

it was getting on his nerves, he’s never say it — would never get back at you like you were on him, just watched you carefully as you rubbed your hands down your face, watched you wring your hands out after yelling at him. he just pouted at your back as you retreated — he knew what you needed, know the bratty outlast was just a silent bid for him to take control

he cornered you right after you yelled at him, the tension in you bubbling over as you crashed about the house, shouting about something meaningless because the food burnt and you were tired and he was being fucking annoying. he followed you as you stormed down the hall, hands quick to shoot out and pin you against the wall

“what” he muttered, eyes trailing up and down your frame, “what do you need from me” he muttered lowly, leaning down so his lips traced your hairline before knocking his forehead down against yours

“i don’t need shit from yo—“ the hand that was hovering near your waist clamped over your mouth… the other dragging you through into the bedroom…

you could hardly even see, already fucked nearly to the brink of exhaustion. he was behind you, arms planted either side of your head as his hips snapped mercilessly into yours— you tried to turn your head, catching a glimpse of the strained veins in his tensed bicep, big, rough hands palming the bedsheets as he rolled his hips into yours

you tried to look back at him, the hand clenched right next to your head planted itself carefully on your temple, pushing your head back down, “shhh, shh, don’t look at me baby, focus on my dick — yeahhh yeah that’s it angel” he praised as you whimpered, the tension leaving your neck s you sunk back down into the sheets

“i know, i knowww baby, know you just needed daddy’s dick huh? can you nod for me baby?” his hips slowed as he waited for your reaction, you tried to lift your head once more but his hand tensed in your hair, gripping the strands in his strong hand as he lowered himself against you — hips stalling to a stop, “i said nod didn’t i?” he pouted against your cheek as he rests his against yours, “go on— dumb baby” the hand leveraging itself in your hair forcing your head to bob up and down in a nod, which, of course, he cooed at, pressing a wet kiss to your hair, “awhh pretty baby, like doing what i say? like it when i tell you what to do?”

his hips sped up again, pelvis hitting your ass repeatedly as he thrust into you at a merciless pace, free hand gripping at your ass to pull your cheeks apart so he could angle himself deeper, the hand in your hair looping around your neck to hold you up against him as he sat up on his knees, fucking into you — “listen” he rasped in your ear, “you listening?” you nodded dumbly, you knew better by now not to disobey and not answer a question from dr. abbot, “what did you need huh? what were you being such a bratty girl for”

“y—y’re cock, please” you rasped around the headlock, trying to push back against him to little avail. he just tutted, bicep flexing around your head to pull you flush against him, free hand reaching round to rub frenzied circles on your buzzing little clit, “nooo baby, you can ask prettier than that can’t you? ask daddy what you really need”

“was— mmpfh, was just— be-being a brat so i could cum, wanted you — wa-haaah wanted you mean daddy” he cooed at that, kissing your cheek softly, repeatedly, each little smack of his lips against your cheeks perfectly timed with the relentless thrusting of your dick, “what a good girll such a good girl for daddy baby, huh? acting out cos you wanted dick? please — you’re fucking precious”

he let you hang there for a moment, squeezing around him as you sobbed at the rate of his thrusts, at how close you were teetering towards the edge of your orgasm, the brsttiness gone, now just replaced by the perfect good girl reshaped you into <33 “please— please daddy” you whispered into the crook of his elbow, walls fluttering around him. he knew — of course he knew, how could he not be perfectly tuned into every single little movement you relented, he nodded against you, “please what honey? don’t know what you’re asking silly” another wet kiss pressed against your cheek, nuzzling his nose against your skin, “ask proper i’ll give whatever you need sweetheart” he whispered, hips not slowing even for one moment — he knew you’d never cum unless he asked, unless he permitted

“please, can i cum? been— been so good, m’ so— m’ so sorry for being bratty earlier daddy, didn’t mean it i swear” he almost came on the spot — but he knew he had to hold out for his precious girl <3 knew he’d finally bent you back into shape after being a little brat all day, he just gripped your jaw, squishing your lips together to pucker them up for the sweet little kiss he planted on them, voice gruff as his hips sped up, “go on baby, thaaats it you got there in the end” <33

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omg wait are you also a psychology girlie...

YESSS OMG 🥹 im doing my masters in forensic psych rn!!

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jack abbot pulls your lower lip down with his thumb so he can hear your moans send tweet

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18+ pope cody swears he’s not a stalker…

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but he loves to watch you <3 will ignore whatever you’re saying while you potter about the house in his underwear and his jumper — talking about some mindless thing but he just stands there watching you

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but he can’t help but want to follow you!! he just wants to make sure you’re safe after all — the second you give him a kiss goodbye and shut the door he’s grabbing his keys, leaving exactly five minutes before getting in his truck, already having mapped out exactly where you’re going <3

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but will follow you into every store you go into, keeping his head down, hoodie on as he checks out a candle or a nice shirt in the next aisle over, already so tuned into the sound of your footsteps, the sound of your breathing — memories the exact patterns and quirks you follow as you go about shopping so he can map his next move around yours

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but will purposefully make up a task that he’s doing so he can stand outside you’re window — he left with a mumbled, “got a job, don’t wait up sweetheart” but still stands right outside your bedroom window to watch you get ready for bed <33

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but he doessss like to play around with the idea <3 on halloween you asks him; “wanna get into some mask play, andy?” you said it in such a sweet way he hardly registered your words, just blinking dumbly up at you before whispering, “sorry?”

cut to him wearing a balaclava, you can hear his ragged breaths catching up to you ask he chases you through the forest — catches up to you so fast and wrestles you to the ground with his biiiig arms, pinning you down by the neck while the other rips your dress up, “don’t make a fucking sound — you don’t know me, got it?” fucking into you like it’s something primalllll as he pins you down with his big arms 😵‍💫 poor baby feels so bad after seeing the slap marks all over your chest, the bite mark on your neck, collapses against you on the cold floor — and he gets so surprisedddd when he sees you blushing, giggling, whispering, “think you could do that again?” <33

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but slowlyyyyy starts to realise … maybe he is — how did he find out? you ran into him at the beach, “ran in” used liberally, he was already there watching you <3 but you just laughed and ran up to tackle him in a hug — “what are you stalking me now?” — poor baby had to go and fuck his fist in the bathroom :((

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but purposefully doesn’t announce himself when he comes in and hears you touching yourself, stands in the doorway watching you with his hands shoved deep in his pockets, big puppy eyes focused on your wet fingers pounding into your drooling cunt <33 hardly even registers your words of shock when you see him, just keeps his eyes transfixed on your pussy while he rasps “don’t stop on my account”

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker buuuuut gets off on taking you by surprise — you didn’t even know he was home!! but then suddenly a hand makes its way around your eyes, another shaking between your legs to bully thick fingers into your cunt — he only lets the hand around your mouth go when you let out a surprised whimper, hand holding your chin as you manage to stammer “—a-andy?” and he shushes you, slipping his thumb into your mouth — the adrenaline from your surprise making his cock press against the seam of his jeans <33

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker but will stand outside your window on a cold night, cock heavy in his hand as he rests his head against the window pane, fucking his fist as he watches you getting ready for bed, animalistic little grunts falling from his lips as he watches you look around — that feeling of someone watching you heavy in the back of your mind as you pick up the phone to ring him

and of course he can’t ignore his sweet girl <33 picks up the phone with a gruff, “you okay?” hips still bucking against his fist as he watches you bite your lip and whisper, “—i don’t know something feels off andy, can you come over?” spilling allllll over his fist at the frightened expression on your face <33

pope cody swears he’s not a stalker he just loves his girlfriend too much to not be near her at all times!!

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ur entire blog aesthetic is so cute….im watching u…with my hand against the pane of a window….ily

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THANKYOU BABY ILY 🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹 so sweet i … eye el why ………

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hey…..hey dada….

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oh i wonder who this is ……….. i wonder…

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Old man sexualizer is TOO real

genuinely the second i turned 19 it was like the entire EARTH shifted on its axis #old man fucker

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YEARNING STALKER POPE! UGH I’M OBSESSED WITH HOW YOU WRITE HIIIIIM 😭🥺

AHHHHHH THANKYOUUU!!! i wanna write something properly for this trope because … yummy …. but i lowkey just have no ideas rn.. AND im finishing up my masters so i just have no time whatsoever but … it’ll be coming soon babies … mama promises

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⋆.ೃ࿔*: pope cody NSFW alphabet <3

cw: 18+ only, read the headings for further warnings!!

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aftercare

i think pope would be soooo sweet during his aftercare :( but doesn’t quite!! knowhow to do it properly — rough hands will guide a cloth between your legs, muttering a quiet “sorry” every time you wince from overstimulation, laying down beside you still naked as he gathers you in his arms, cuddling you from behind as he whispers how thankful he is for letting him have you like that <33

body part

i think pope’s favourite body part on you would beeee your thighs probably, likes to grab them, likes to squeeze them in his big hands, loves to hang on to them and part them when he’s eating you out — loooves the feeling of them crushing his head when he finally gets you to sit on his face

and i think his favourite body part on him would probably beee either his chest or biceps — he quite likes how strong he looks, loves the fact that you just cannot get enough of the whe you’re holding onto them or biting his skin, loves to press his chest against yours when he’s fucking you and just feel how small you are compared to his pure muscle

cum

pope loooves to cum on your belly 😵‍💫 he loves to come inside because !!breeding kink!! but if he were to cum anywhere it’d be your belly <3 he thinks you just look sooo pretty splattered with his cum, loves it when you grip his hair and hiss at him to clean it up with his tongue too …………. is that too freaked

dirty secret

pope’s dirty secret i think would be how much he watches you when you think you’re alone <3 he’s said he’s leaving for a job with the boys, muttered quick apologies for leaving you all worked up before he left — but he realllyyyy leaves a little earlier than planned with the guys so he can watch you through the crack in the blinds he said he’ll replaced, watching with his hands clenched to stop himself from fisting his cock at the sight of you fingering yourself <333

experience

so i think pope’s experienced but doesn’t always know how to use it!! can still be a little clumsy or heavy handed at times and he gets so shyyy about it but eventually manages a little chuckle at the sound of you giggling at him

favourite position

i don’t think pope has a favourite position!! he loves any of the ones he can manage to wrestle you into — buuuuut i do also think … since he has a bit of a staring problem he’d probably like something where he can see your face 😵‍💫 maybe fucking you from the back with your cheek pushed down against the sheets so he can stare into your eyes while he fucks you, twisting your neck until it hurts just so the poor baby can see your face :(

goofy

yeah not one bit … this guys serious abt getting laid i feel

hair

i think after prison he just doesn’t care! couldn’t shave in prison so he just doesn’t — not that he did a lot beforehand, alsoooo i think he’d find it cute if you nuzzled into his pubes <3

also on you i can’t imagine he’d care — too focused on pushing you to the edge to gaf about any hair down there

intimacy

i think if he’s sad fucking will be realllyyyy intimate :( keeps his forehead pressed against yours as he fucks into you deep and slow, one hand pinning both of yours above your head while the other tilts your chin so he can kiss you softly …. lowkey i think when you guys get this close he just gets soooo overwhelmed poor baby :( tears slipping down his cheeks while he whispers all soft to you, “‘m-my perfect baby, fuh—fuck, please”

jack off

i think he does it while watching you :3 follows you in ur car to liiike the gym/a pilates class — parks in the perfect spot to watch you through the window as he jerks his cock off to the sight of you bending over for him SIIIIGHHHH stalker pope come home

i don’t think he’d do it too much by himself tho! and if he does mayyyybe like in the shower if you’re not there and he misses you but doesn’t know what to do about it :((

kink

oh dear .. what kinks DOESNT HE HAVE

breeding kink, impact play, daddy/mommy kink, dom/sub, rope play, knife play 👀, dacryphilia, somnophilia, wax play, biting, spitting, choking, degradation AND praise, voice kink, forced submission, pussy slapping, gagging, maybe a little bit of roleplay 👀👀, brat taming, head locking, fish hooking, face fucking, pinning, overstim, edging

location

ANYWHERE ANYTIME will 100% do it in the back of his pickup while waiting for the guys to get out… will shove his fingers down ur panties while you’re both sat on the couch, will rub his dick on your ass in the pool while there’s a pool party, i think THINKKK for this he’d have to get one of those remote control vibrators … just so he can watch the way you flush and glare at him when he turns it on while you’re talking to one of his brothers

motivation

i think you can literally do anything and he’ll get turned on … but i think a big one for him is him watching you be all domestic!! (I HAVE A FIC ABT THIS GO READ)……. like watching you go about your day has him adjusting himself in his pants more times than he can count <33

no (turn offs)

anything where it sees like he’s hurt you, if your whines go from pleasure to pain he’s immediately stopping, doesn’t wanna hurt his sweet girl :(( i think he’d feel so guilty about it too

oral

i think baby likes to give you head when he needs to calm down — crashes into the house all worked up about something and immediately burying his head between your thighs, nuzzling against your clothed panties as he whispers “pull—pull em down- need it- please” nipping at the delicate skin of your inner thighs as you pull them to the side, licking a loooong stripe up ur drooling cunt <33

loves getting bead off you as well — but likes it as more of a bid for control, forcing you to your knees against the wall, hips thrusting against your mouth as he fucks his cock down your throat, “shouldn’t have — shut the fuck up- shouldn’t have pissed me off should you?” holding his hips against your face to watch the way your eyes brim with tears

pace

likes it fast — needs it fast to stop the emotion from overwhelming him, strong hands pulling your hips back into every single thrust as he folds his body over yours, mumbling in your ear as he humps into you like an animal

quickie

can’t imagine pope every having a quickie to be fair!! i think he likes to fuck you when you both have enough time to really feel it — but. that said. if you WERE to fuck in like puuuublic public i think that’d be a quickie, poor baby’s scared of getting a warning and violating his parole :( so when ur needy he’ll tug you into an alley, hide you with his body while he fingers the fuckkkk out of you, whispering in his cautious little voice, “gotta-gotta be quiet okay? nice and quick for me sweetheart you can do it — ple-“ cuts himself off trying to look around to see if anyone can see AWWWW

risk

like i saidddd he’ll take risks and have quickies but sometimes gets a little nervous about it :( i think tho if you’ve ever been flirting with one of his brothers to piss him off he WILL drag you into his room, leave the door open, and fuck you in doggy facing the door;

“you wanted to fuck them— right? listen to me” bends over to tug you by your hair so you’re facing the door, “this’ll be the next best thing for them”

stamina

HE CAN GO ALLLL NIGHTTT I KNOW IT i think he has a shorter bounce back period when he really gets in the mood too hehe — will be ok you like an animal for hours if you get him worked up enough <3 but also i don’t think he’d always WANT to go for hours, sometimes seeing you come undone below him a couple of times is enough to satiate his needs

toys

apart from the remote control vibe i don’t think he likes toys. at all — like if he walks in the house seeing you fucking your self with a dildo (obv jus because you missed him so much) his face will crumple and he’ll get down on his knees and stop your hand himself, looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes while he mutters, “what’re you doing that for?” has to prove himself then by eating you out until you can’t even walk <3

unfair

think he would only be unfair if he’s in a playful mood — like teasing!! only he’s really bad at it :( pushes his thumb against your lips, you keen into it and whisper, “ple-please, put it in my mouth andy” and he just frowns and pushes it harder, not slipping it in while he mutters “say please” — silence “i just did andy”

LMFAO IM SORRY but also i thinkkkkk he’d be unfair in the way he likes to push you as close to the edge as he can, likes to bury his head between your thighs or circle your clit rapidly, only to shake his head and pull away — “not yet — please, need more”

volume

he’d be so louuuddddddddd my baby :( i think he’s the kind to throw his head back and let out hoarse little moans NOT GRUNTS every time he thrusts forwards into you <3

wild card

i think he’d be SOOOOO into cockstepping i mean we’ve all seen the scene <3 loves it when you take control, wearing nothing but heels as you strut up to where he’s waiting on his knees like a good boy, immediately wrapping his arms around your waist to tug you down onto his tongue, letting out a borderline pornographic moan when you grind your heel against his bulge <3 and you pull back and whisper — “w’sthe matter andy?” and he just blinks up at you soooo pink and flushed and pretty 🌷 shamelessly begging “no no no, put-put your foot back please” already trying to chase your drooling cunt

x-ray

ok we all know the saying abt short kings they’re PACKING and pope’s no different — ok im thinking 💭 maybe not sooooo long like maybe 6 inches? maybe 5 minimum? but it’s soooo thick like struggling to wrap your hand around it thick <3 think he’s uncut with a pretty pink tip which blushes a dark red when he’s turned on

yearning

YEARNER YEARNER YEARNER idk how many ways i can say it but he is peak yearner … will be staring at u across the party like a long lost widow waiting for you to come and sort out his hard on like you promised him

zzz

ok we all know he doesn’t sleep bless his little heart :( so he doesn’t knock STRAIGHT out after sex, but he likes to sit there, holding you, kissing your face so soft you’d probably wonder what happened to him if you were awake, watching you sleep with a soft little smile on his face <33