Consider: terrible-at-being-a-sugar-baby reader. She gets that he’s supposed to buy her stuff, and she lets him! It’s just that the stuff she wants is mostly snacks and experiences. A new bakery opened downtown and she HAS to try half the case. Doesn’t she deserve an $18 cold pressed juice? She has to go to the aquarium with him - they serve cocktails now and she wants to get day drunk with him and look at jellyfish.
A purse? A dress? Ok, if he wants, but can they go to that new sushi spot after and order irresponsibly?
Your choice of Daddy.
✶ match box 14 — 3k follower event.ᐟ
✦. ─ cw: andrew 'pope' cody x 'sugar baby' fem!reader, 1.3k wc, fluff, pope being down bad, not proofread.
→ a/n: no idea if you meant this as a regular request or a event one but here it is!
Pope had more money from jobs than he knew what to do with.
He didn't blow it on drugs like Craig, he didn't care to open his own business like Deran and hell who knows what Baz spends his cuts on cause it sure as hell was never Lena. Pope is the one who would buy Lena anything her little heart wanted and well there was nothing material anyway that he really desired so he was still stuck with money just sitting around.
He had heard about sugar baby's before when he was locked up and while he didn't exactly like the idea of being a "Sugar Daddy" — cause it felt like a term more meant for creepy old men who want a younger girlfriend and paying them is the only way they can get one. He figured it never hurt to at least look for one, find someone who would use the money instead of it just collecting dust in a bank or a safe.
He's a little picky as he looks through this slightly sketchy site about women in search of sugar daddy's. They're just about all offering their sexual services in turn for money, and none of that appeals to him. That feels too close to prostitution anyway and he's not looking for that part of the arrangement. Just as he is about to X out of the site and give up his eyes catch on you.
He's recognizes you, he's seen you around at Deran's bar and found himself quite attracted to you but when his younger brother caught him staring one too many times he got kicked to the back office so that he'd "Stop scaring the customers". He figured you were out of his league anyway with how damn gorgeous you were and those should be reasons enough for him not to click…his cursor moves anyway.
His breath hitches a second at the pictures you chose to display on the site, he's never seen you very dressed up. The few times he has seen you around you are more casual clothes, in the profile pictures you chose you are in figure hugging dresses and little skirts that make Pope's face a little flush now. It says in the bio you made the profile as a joke while drunk at a party with friends but decided to keep it up for the fun of it, he can't help the small jealously he feels over other men sending you money. However seeing as it was only created 2 days ago he hopes no one has, cause he thinks he's officially found his sugar baby.
It's a little easier than he thought to actually get the courage to speak to you, he messaged you on the site and the two of set up a coffee meeting. Maybe you don't recognize his last name when he tells you cause you don't react but you agree to be his sugar baby. He's grateful you don't exactly ask where he gets all the money he spends on you comes from, since when he's not working a job he is with you.
The part he doesn't expect though is that you don't seem to ask for the typical things he thought sugar babies asked for. He more than willing to spend hundreds to thousands of dollars on new purses, new shoes, makeup, new clothes for you. And I mean he does buy you those things on his own when your eye catches on something in the window as you two walk down the strip of stores, handing it to you with an faint smile. You accept it graciously with a "Thank you Pope i love it" and a kiss to his cheek that has him stuttering for a second as he whispers "You're welcome…" waiting on his heart to cool it with the thumping in his chest. But the stuff you actually ask him for are a bit more odd? The two of you end up going on more or less little dates instead of shopping sprees.
"Pope I wanna try out this new bakery" and he's already buckling you into the passenger seat of his truck and headed there. When he wipes frosting off the corner of your mouth with his thumb and you smile at him all dopey high on all the sugar you've consumed he knows he's gone.
"There's this new exhibit at the aquarium and they have themed cocktails after 5 can we go pleaaasee Popey?" You begged him oh so sweetly one afternoon over the phone and he's already springing up so fast from the patio table outside that Craig asked him if something bit him in the ass. Don't tell his brothers but he liked walking by your side through the rows of tanks filled with colorful fish and beautiful creatures. Drinking fruity little blue drinks with those silly shark gummies til you are a giggling mess clinging on his arm telling him how pretty he is and how grateful you are for him.
When you wanna try this ridiculously expensive healthy juice spot he takes you, even if he scrunches his nose up at all the options. When he notices you can't decide between two he tells you "We can get them both, whichever you like least I'll just drink" with a shrug, you wrap your arms around his bicep and coo a thank you at him. He pays 30 dollars for both of your drinks without blinking an eye, sitting outside at one of their tables outside as you taste test them both.
You choose the sweet strawberry and raspberry one over the greens one and even if it's a little gross Pope drinks the latter like he said he would. When you accidentally sputter out some of the liquid, the juice coating your lips cause he made you laugh a little too hard with his facial expression as he drinks his sludge — he absentmindedly reaches over to wipe the red staining your pout. Same as at the bakery only this time you pop his thumb in your mouth to lick the sweet mess off it and Pope's eyes go a little wide as they stare at your mouth.
The two of you have only so much as held hands for a not long enough time or you will hold onto his arm, but now more than anything he desperately wants to kiss you. I mean you've given him pecks on the cheek or his nose and a few times he's let himself be indulgent and he has kissed the back of your hand. Actually kissing you, on the lips has been something he hasn't allowed himself.
His train of thought is derailed when you slip your mouth off his finger and giggle out a "What?" He shakes his head in attempt to clear it and looks down like the table and your to-go cups of juice are much more interesting and mutters out a small dismissive "Nothing"
Bending to your every whim comes far too easily to him cause he's a little too whipped already for you, he even does things for you without you asking. Sends you money for your nails when you complain they've grown out too long and you need them redone, pays your rent for you without so much as you bringing it up, he even finds other experiences for the two of you to do together that he thinks you' ll like.
He just has to remind himself each time to not let too much affection slip, you're his sugar baby after all not his girlfriend…and suddenly he sort of regrets this arrangement he started a bit.
→ a/n: had no idea where to take this and still wrote 1.3k words bc its pope…and yet i feel like i wrote nothing lmao idk how i feel about this but i love this idea at the same time.
need to be trained to be a really really well behaved proper mannered girl for him in ways that are nonsexual, so that I'm always submitting to him.. even when he's not around to see it..
being taught I have to always sit upright with my arms folded in my lap..
being told it's not right for a pretty thing like me to swear so much and that I need to cut it out..
having him make me set an alarm for a specific time that I have to take my medication at, with no exceptions even if I'm out.
scolding me if I forget to say please or thank you or if I start acting like a prissy little bitch and giving him attitude...
oh my god i just had an amazing idea. sleepy reader who was asleep by the time sammy (or jack im not picky) got home, only wearing one of his big shirts. they were tired from the day, but seeing reader in their shirt like that, the bottom of their ass peaking out... oh they were gone, trying to softly wake them and rutting against them. maybe even a 'just the tip'/light somo or something SEDATE ME. (also i've been putting requests in as anon bc sometimes im embarrassed by my own freak.)
don’t worry I do the same thing when I feel like I have a too freaky ask but don’t worry I LOVE THE FREAK!!!
also I’ll let you in on a secret - I have a jack somno fic planned for october so I chose sammy!!!
Sammy hated getting home late, but not at all for the reasons he used to. Tammi used to hound him when he’d come back home later than the time he told her. Now instead he usually comes home to you waiting up on him excited to hear about his shift and give him sweet kisses as your fingers rake through his auburn curls.
Even if you’re so sleepy that your heavy eyes can’t help fluttering shut as you nearly fall asleep in his arms while he carries you to bed.
Him coming off work this late at night is a rare occurrence however so he is not too surprised when he opens the front door and finds you curled up asleep on the couch. A faint smile spreads on his face as he takes in your sleeping form, your frame drowning in an oversized t-shirt of his.
After stripping himself of his holster and keys he walks over to shake you lightly awake but is stopped when you stir in your sleep. Tossing and turning to face away from the edge of the couch and laying more on your stomach, your leg bent at the knee as you prop it up. The moving coupled with the new position you were laying in had caused the shirt to hike up, revealing your panties.
Sammy should be a good husband and pull it down and carry you off to your shared bedroom like usual, you had already let a blissful sleep take over you and he was exhausted.
Yet his body doesn’t move now that his eyes are glued to the way the fabric clings to your mound, the underwear outlining the shape of your pussy. His cock clubbing up in his uniform pants at the sight, it wouldn’t hurt to wake you up for a little fun before bed right? He just missed his girl so bad and he needs you.
As carefully as possible he climbs onto the small free edge of the couch pressing himself to your back as he wraps an arm around your torso to pull you in closer.
His hips rut up against your ass lightly as he stretched his other arm out under his head for it to lay on, his nose pressed to your hair. The scent of his body wash wafts off your body now that he’s close enough to smell it and it only drives him crazier. “Hey baby” he whispers in your ear softly, while pushing your hair off your neck. When you only let out a groggy little moan at his words and the friction as he pushes his bulge up against your ass further.
His humping has bunched the shirt further up, his belly pressing to your bare back now. “Angel, i’m home” he raises his voice a little louder now, his cock twitching in his boxers when you stir and turn to look at him. “Sammy…?” your soft sleepy voice only makes his dick leak into his boxers further. Your rub at your eyes while turning to face him as they adjust to the dim orange light of the lamp on the side table that fills the room.
“Hi honey” he coo’s smoothing a hand down your arm. You give him a dopey smile before leaning up to kiss at his nose.
As you become a bit more awake and the closer you press to his front to peck at his face you feel his bulge pressed to your thigh. “Want help with that handsome?” you question, eyes flicking to between his legs. He shakes his head yes as his hands grab at your hips to wrap your legs around his waist before he’s rolling the two of you over so you are pulled beneath him.
With a grind down against your now dampening panties, “Always want your help honey, missed you ‘s much baby” he pants out.
Yeah Sammy much prefers getting this reaction to being late.
whenever i finish writing this sammy inbox thought im gonna post it later td with a diff format/layout than i normally do for blurbs lmk if y’all like it
thank you @popecodysgirl for tagging me! note you cross out the ones you don’t like / don’t prefer!
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jack must have some sort of sensor, because whenever you’re out with friends, you can always count on a “Hi baby. Making good decisions?” text from him <3