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🍪 MOST RECENT FICS :
꒰ serving yourself a small plate in front of babydaddy!rafe ꒱
꒰ pope see’s your lipgloss on his blunt ꒱
꒰ when pope brings you back a gift from a job ꒱
꒰ rafe talking sheep!reader through it ꒱
꒰ mean!rafe x bimbohousewife!reader req ꒱
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i don’t have any drafts for dean and/or sam yet, but with fall and winter coming up (in my head those seasons are coming lol) expect something soon because supernatural, along with gilmore girls, are my comfort shows and i’ll be watching them religiously so my inspiration will be there!
bimbo housewife reader and meeeaaannnnnn meeeeeaaaaan rafe (may haps even with his friends) punishing her for something stupid like not enough salt in the food
♡ — warnings : rafe is super mean, extreme bimbofication, degradation, slight misogyny (?), rough handling
“jesus— what the fuck?!” your movements came to a complete halt upon hearing rafe curse from the dining room, your eyes widening ever so slightly once your name was called out. “y/n, get in here!” adjusting the pink polka-dotted apron around your waist, your heels clicked against the hardwood flooring as you made your way to where rafe, topper, and kelce were sitting. “yes, honey?” you smiled, batting your eyelashes at him. topper looked like he was stifling a laugh while kelce shook his head, your husband’s face visibly flushed with irritation. “how do you manage to absolutely butcher every single meal you prepare?” you blinked, your eyebrows knitting in confusion.
realizing you didn’t completely understand what he was trying to say, rafe pinched the bridge of his nose. “the food, y/n. i don’t spend thousands of dollars on cooking lessons just for you to be playing in the kitchen and giving me bland plates. what the fuck is this?” you were still smiling, your eyes flickering between all three men sitting at the table. “it’s meatloaf—!” you chirped. rafe scoffed, his facial expression morphing into one of disbelief. “i wasn’t asking what the food was literally— fuck, you know what, just—” rafe scooted out of his chair, excusing himself under his breath, “get over here.”
you nearly lost your footing when rafe pulled you into the kitchen, a small yelp leaving your lips when he managed to pin you in the corner. “what do you think you’re doing, huh? are you trying to embarrass me?” you immediately shook your head at his words, a small thump sounding out as the back of your head bumped the wall. “nonono! it looked good so i just thought it would taste good, too.” rafe sighed, his eyes narrowing at your doe-like expression. “look, i understand you have tits for brains, but next time you think something is good enough because it looks fine, you need to actually taste it so that you’re not giving me slop, yeah?” he nodded down at you condescendingly, his hand roughly squishing your cheeks together.
“hmphh— mhmm!” you mumbled, unable to speak. “what you’re going to do is go back out there and apologize to our guests for being a dumb bimbo whore for cooking such a shitty meal, and once you clean up the fucking mess you have in here, you’re going to walk that ass upstairs and wait for me naked, your heels and apron stay on. did you get all of that?” you nodded slowly, your panties already a mess. “good. now, go and get the fuck out of my face.” rafe unclasped your cheeks and watched as you walked back out to the dining room, a small ‘yes, sir.’ sounding from your lips as you did so.
being pregnant with rafe’s baby meant being treated like a princess from sun up to sun down, the man not allowing you to do a single thing that may cause any kind of physical strain. unfortunately that meant no cooking or baking since it made you stand up for long periods of time— it really didn’t, but that was rafe’s claim. if you wanted to do any of those things you had to do it while he was gone at work, and even though you’d hear a never ending lecture about it later, rafe still enjoyed your surprise dinners you made for him throughout the week. tonight, however, you realized rafe would be pretty much eating by himself. despite making this very dish for him hundreds of times, you still managed to mess up and accidentally under buy everything needed to feed you both.
instead of buying two steaks, you only bought one. instead of making a fair amount of mashed potatoes, you made just enough for rafe to have a second serving the way he always did. you didn’t think about yourself once while you were out shopping for tonight’s meal. “god, i’m such an idiot!” you whispered to yourself once you put together rafe’s plate. glancing to see what was left on the stovetop, you laughed. of course, you could leave it up to your pregnancy brain to not think clearly of all days. before you could dwell on your mistake for too long, the sound of the front door opening made you snap out of your thoughts. “it smells good in here!” rafe strolled into the kitchen, his eyes growing wide as he immediately zeroed in on the plate waiting for him at his spot at the table.
wrapping his arms around your waist, you leaned into his kiss as he softly rubbed your belly. “you look gorgeous as always.” you smiled, your eyes fluttering closed as you breathed in his scent. “i missed you.” you hugged his arm, your lips pressing another peck to his chin. rafe hummed, muttering a ‘i missed you, too’ before he placed his keys down on the counter. “everything’s ready!” you chirped, “go ahead and sit down, i’ll come back with my plate right now.” rafe nodded, making his way to the dining room. panicking, you tried your best to serve yourself a little bit of everything you made, your plate still looking empty and void of food even though you packed all that you could without taking from rafe’s portion.
all hopes of rafe not noticing your poor excuse of a ‘plate’ was deemed useless as soon as he gave you a double take as you were taking a seat. “what the hell is that?” he looked up at you, a mix of confusion and concern lacing his tone. “i’m not that hungry, i—” rafe was shaking his head immediately, his eyes traveling over to the kitchen. “baby, where’s the rest of your food? it looks like you got free samples on a plate and called it a day.” you sighed, your eyes watering as you reached for your plate that was now in rafe’s hands. “i just— ugh, i feel so dumb!” you pulled your plate back, “when i went grocery shopping for dinner earlier, i didn’t account for myself on accident and i only bought enough food for just you to eat, so obviously now there isn’t enough and i hate losing my train of thought—”
before you could keep rambling on, rafe was already cutting his steak in half to place on your plate, in which you tried to deny but it was no use. “here,” he scooped his mashed potatoes next, and then it was the corn and his favorite bacon wrapped asparagus, “i can’t rest or even be remotely comfortable unless i know you’re in perfect condition.” rafe stood up, kissing the crown of your head. “don’t you worry, baby, i’m gonna have whatever is left over and if i’m still hungry i’ll just order something. it’s no big deal.” he reassured you, kneeling down so he was eye level with you. “i didn’t want you to get takeout though, this dinner was for you!” you sniffled. “you do a lot for me already, sweetheart, please don’t let this upset you.” rafe pleaded, genuinely stressing at the sight of you shedding tears.
“i just wanted to do something nice—” you hiccuped, “but nooo, i just have to forget something all the time!” rafe shushed you, his hands enveloping your own as he let you bury your face in the curve of his neck. “i think you’re being way too hard on yourself,” he thumbed your chin, “it was an honest mistake, babe, i promise you it’s not a big deal. the guys treated me to lunch earlier, i was eating the snacks you packed for me throughout the day, now this. i’m not starving, okay?” you finally met his gaze, your teary eyes tugging at his heartstrings. “you swear?” you sat up straight, picking up your fork. “i promise. now, please help me feel better by just digging into your food, yeah?”
may i present stoner!pope who’s obsessed with seeing readers lip gloss all over the blunt 🤫🤓
♡ WARNINGS : pretty weird age gap (reader is ideally 19-20, and pope is in his 40’s. if this isn’t your thing pls keep scrolling), flirting, heavy petting, suggestive language, suggestive ending
pope was never fond of deran and craig throwing parties at smurf’s house, mainly because he believed one should never bring pleasure to a place where business was conducted— or at least that’s what he believed before he saw you sitting by yourself on the couch in the living room. you were babysitting a smirnoff you had yet to take a swig from, your facial expression morphing into one of boredom as you watched the pool party festivities happen from behind the glass window. he stared you down before making his presence known, his eyes running down the swells of your breasts, to the plushness of your thighs, your baby pink bikini surely engraving itself into his mind as one of his favorite sights to have beheld.
pope didn’t have a thing for feet, considering anything broadly perceived as unsanitary didn’t pique his interest, but after eyeing your white pedicured toes in your wedged sandals? he could make an exception. crossing one leg over the other, pope knew he couldn’t help himself as soon as the imprint of your folds showed through the flimsy material of your bikini— his gaze darkening before clearing his throat and drawing your attention. embarrassingly, you had jumped in surprise when you heard pope in the kitchen, his shadowy figure making your heart race as he stalked towards you. “the party’s outside.” you watched as he leaned against the wall frame, a tight black t-shirt hugging his body to perfection.
straightening up, you smoothed your hair over your shoulder. “sorry, i hope i’m not intruding—!” you were just about to get up before pope stepped down into the den, a whiskey glass in his hand as he motioned for you to stay where you were sitting. taking a seat not too far away from you, you suddenly felt exposed as pope’s eyes ran down your oiled legs, his tongue wetting his bottom lip before he took the neatly rolled blunt from behind his ear and held it up in offering. “i won’t lecture you on the dangers of being a pretty girl and welcoming yourself inside a stranger’s house if you spark this with me.” your skin burned hot at his words, your acrylic nails digging nervously into your palms.
“you think i’m pretty?” pope smiled, knowing he reeled you in right where he wanted you. he hoped you’d entertain him for a while, maybe even give him a little peck on his cheek if he asked nicely. “i do. you’re the prettiest thing that’s been in this house in a really long time.” you studied the man sitting in front of you, deciding that his lap looked rather empty as he manspreaded before you. holding his stare, you slowly uncrossed your legs, catching the way his eyes drifted down to the apex of your thighs. “you live here?” pope offered his hand, your palm finding his as you stood up and walked over to him. guiding you to sit on one side of his lap, your knees stayed tucked in between his legs— his rough palm resting on the soft curve of your ass.
taking the lighter out of his pocket, pope handed it over to you, motioning for you to light the end of the blunt that currently sat in between his fingers. you watched as the light illuminated his face in orange flickers, the scene being enough to get your stomach erupting in a fit of butterflies. he was even more handsome up close, the curly tufts of his hair more noticeable than before. blowing the smoke away from your face, he hummed deeply. “not really, i just stay here from time to time.” pope shrugged, his eyes zeroing in on your glossy lips. “that means craig and deran are your brothers?” you looked up, the clouds of smoke lingering heavily in the dark space. not taking his eyes off of your face, he nodded.
“..so that makes you???” realizing you were asking for his name, pope cleared his throat, snapping out of his trance. “andrew.” he replied curtly, his cock stirring in his pants at the sight of you bringing the blunt up to your lips. “andrew? aww, i like that.” pope loved the sound of his name rolling off of your tongue, his mind running wild with the possibilities of you saying his name in a different context. “how do you know deran and craig?” he couldn’t hold back the bite in his tone, jealousy suddenly coursing through his veins at the fact that he wasn’t the one to meet you first. “they came up to me and my friend on the beach yesterday, ‘invited us over,” you smiled sweetly, “parties aren’t really my thing, but my friend really wanted to come. she has a crush.”
pope nodded, his curiosity getting the best of him with his next question. “do you have a crush on one of them too?” you studied his face, shrugging. “they’re cute,” you whispered, feeling against the stubble on his cheek, “not my type though. i like men who are more.. mature.” pope felt his chest bloom with pride, the blunt now being passed back to him. just as he was going to take a drag, a small glimmer in the corner of his eye caught his attention. looking down at where your lips had just been, pope felt a carnal-like desire once he saw the leftover remnants of your lipgloss adorning the cigar wrap. it was your own personal mark, and something about it just drove him crazy.
“that’s cute.” he held the blunt up for you to see. “what lipgloss is that?” you couldn’t help but giggle, the sound like music to pope’s ears. “why? do you want some?” you teased, rubbing your thumb over his bottom lip. the action was more intimate than pope anticipated, his jaw clenching as you shifted your weight in his lap. the soft strokes against your skin turned more rough, his hands working your flesh as your smile dropped. “no,” he leaned in, “i just wonder what it would look like smudged against something else.” your breath hitched in your throat, a wave of both excitement and anxiety washing over you. as much as pope’s age intimidated you, the urge to be on your knees for him overpowered everything else.
i will be! i was standing on top of a chair trying to grab something and it slipped from under me and i broke my ankle. luckily i didn’t need surgery but i have a cast and i’m on crutches for a while..
hii vic!! it’s been so long, how have you been ? ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )
heyy winnie!! i’m doing great bb, i’m in the middle of redecorating my house for fall already because it’s my fav season everrr ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა how are you???
“can i open my eyes now?” you asked excitedly, kicking your feet as pope held up the diamond anklet he stole from his recent job with the guys. pope lived for your reactions every time he brought you back something and surprised you with it, his own small smile playing on his lips as he answered with a hushed ‘yeah’. removing your hands from your face, you gasped as soon as you saw the twinkling gems reflect off of the light from your bedside lamp, your eyes widening ever so slightly. “oh, andrew!” you stared in awe, the small ‘p’ pendant catching your attention as pope’s chest bloomed with pride. “do you like it?” he couldn’t help but ask, needing the reassurance that he did something good.
you nodded, a high pitched squeal leaving your lips as you threw your arms around him and littered his face with kisses. “it’s perfect, i love it so much!” pope felt relieved upon getting your approval, his skin flushing as you swung your leg over his lap and straddled him. handing over the anklet, pope watched as you inspected it— fascination written all over your face. “you’ll only be able to wear it around the house for now since people will be on the lookout for it, so don’t forget not to go out with it on or anything.” pope explained, his rough palms skimming the tops of your thighs as you hummed. “can you put it on for me?” you asked, handing the anklet back over. “i’m glad you asked, i was hoping to see it in action..”
at his words, your eyebrows knitted in confusion. “what do you mean?”
“andy—!” you cried, choking out a sob as pope forced your knees to be pinned to your chest, your ankles on either side of his head. hiccuping with each harsh thrust inside your cunt, pope eyed the diamonds clasped around your ankle, a groan rumbling from his chest as the pendant winked back at him in the form of a twinkle. you gripped your bedsheets, your eyes screwing shut at the pleasurable force his cock was hitting your cervix. “ah, fuckkk,” pope drawled out, his chest heaving up and down, “are you sure you like it?” you didn’t know if he was talking about the absolute pounding he was giving you right now, or the string of diamonds adorning your ankle, but to say you loved both would be an understatement.
“yes— i love it so much!” you screamed when he repositioned your knees to the mattress, his body now flushed against your own as his lips rested by your ear. “i thought about you all day.” pope said through gritted teeth, his lips ghosting your earlobe as he spoke. “did you think about me?” he asked, his voice carrying a small hint of insecurity. tangling your fingers in his curls, you made sure to look him in the eyes when you said your next words. “i think about you all the time, andrew.” his thrusts slowed down, his gaze flickering over the features of your face. “you worry me sick every time you go out on a job,” you stroked his flushed cheeks with your thumbs, “i’m scared one day you won’t come back to me.”
pope can’t remember anyone who truly worried for him and cared for him like you did, your words doing more than just tugging at his heartstrings. you gasped when you felt his cock twitch inside of you, thick ropes of hot cum filling you up in no time as pope grew desperate to give you an orgasm of your own. aching with overstimulation, pope shuddered as he continued rocking into you, the long, slow strokes of his hips paired with his rough fingertips on your clit making you tremble and shake. studying you closely, pope watched as your teeth pulled on your bottom lip, your skin growing hot as the coil in your tummy grew tighter and tighter. “andrew..” you whispered breathlessly, gazing up at pope through your lashes.
pope knew that look all too well, his fingers working relentlessly as he brought you over the edge, your thighs clamping tight around his hand. “keep them open, baby, just let it happen.” pope forced your thighs open, his lips ghosting over yours as tears slipped down your cheeks. you could never get used to the size of him, his length hitting you in places you had never felt before he came along. your blood was rushing through your ears, your limbs falling weak as you gave into pope and let him have his way with you. nails digging into his flesh, you tapped out as soon as the pleasure subsided and a dull ache began to form on your sensitive clit. “no more, no more!” you cried out, your hips instinctively backing away.
pope pulled out with a slick pop, a groan leaving his lips as he watched you clench around nothing, the sight of your abused cunt making him curse under his breath. you laid there, fucked out into oblivion and brainless, your body still trembling with the aftershocks of your orgasm. leaving you for a moment, pope went to get something to clean you up with, his hands working gently to put you back at ease. eventually, your breathing slowed and all you can feel was pope tucking you against his chest, his large hands running soothingly down your back as he brought your comforter up to cover both of you. “please don’t get into that pretty head of yours so much,” he kissed your temple, “i’ll always come back to you.”
below is a list of au’s (alternate universes) where i pair random versions of !pope with random versions of !readers and create a moodboard + head canons for it. these are pairings that may or may not be expanded on, but all works within the pairings below will be linked in their own masterlists! any au’s involing !rafe and an official !reader of mine can be found in their own respective !reader masterlist as well. if you’re interested in all things andrew “pope” cody, feel free to click the [ ₊˚⊹♡ pope cody] tag down in the tag section. there you will find all the works i’ve ever published with his character + discussion posts, thinking thots, moodboards, etc..
below is a list of what i consider, for myself at least, drabbles and prompts that mostly you lovely readers sent in! any and all fics paired with my !readers can be found on their own masterlists. if you’re interested in all things andrew “pope” cody, feel free to click the [ ₊˚⊹♡ pope cody] tag down in the tag section. there you will find all the works i’ve ever published with his character + discussion posts, thinking thots, moodboards, etc..
୨୧ pope see’s your lipgloss on his blunt
୨୧ when pope brings you back a gift from a job
