@romantic-insomniac and i were talking about being pope's fake hostage for a job and getting turned on by his rough treatment… this might be the longest fic i've ever written lmao
andrew "pope" cody x fem!reader
18+ MDNI | cw: bank robbery, fearplay, gunplay, chokehold / choking, sub!pope at the end, mention of nipple sucking
pope had been so stressed out about getting the money he needed for lena's trust fund. it's not like he could ask his brothers for help with a job — they'd all ask for their cut, and he needed all the cash he could get. it was making him brood more than usual, so you hadn't even wanted to initiate sex recently, knowing he wouldn't be in the mood.
eventually, pope had narrowed down the bank he wanted to hit, but he was having a little trouble with the logistics. it was a lot trickier to rob a bank solo.
you watch as he pores over meticulously laid out blueprints, his eyes low, waiting a few moments before you speak up.
"why don't i help?"
pope's eyes linger on the table for a while before he turns to you. "you're not getting involved with this," he murmurs.
"why not?" you ask.
"because you've never done this before," he replies plainly with an arched eyebrow. "hitting a bank for your first job? it's too dangerous."
"i didn't mean that i'd be taking the place of one of the guys," you elaborate, voice slow and soothing, "i meant as a civilian. a hostage. y'know? like how smurf used to act like an sweet, clueless lady when you hit diners together? and she'd make you hold her up?"
pope's brows crease at the memory. he remembers how well that had worked: his mother had really sold the "frightened lady caught in the crossfire" act. and he knew you were quite the actor, considering how sweet you could be towards smurf despite your disdain for her, and how easily you could fool any wayward cops into thinking you had no knowledge of the goings on inside the cody compound.
"that could work," he mumbles as he works through it in his mind. "you get there early, wait in line to cash a check or two…"
"right," you agree, a soft smile forming on your face. "you bust in all scary, wave a gun around, put me in a chokehold…"
pope listens as your voice turns a little breathy at the idea. he can picture it going off without a hitch now.
"alright," he grits out eventually. "listen carefully, here's what's gonna happen…"
it's just after half past ten in the morning, and you're at the bank. you lingered at the side for a while, pretending to be very interested in a business checking account pamphlet, before it was time to join the queue. your pulse kicks up just a tad. any second now…
the door busts open with a loud thud and you jump, just like everyone else, before you hear sharp yelps and shrieks.
"EVERYONE DOWN, ON THE GROUND, NOW!"
it's pope's voice, muffled slightly behind his ski mask. you almost obey him out of instinct before he grips you by the arm and pulls you to his chest. he smells so comforting, like his favourite lemon verbena detergent, but you remember to struggle convincingly.
"stop!" you cry out.
"you shut up," he hisses back. with a grunt, pope slings the crook of his elbow around your neck, pushing just hard enough to make you gasp.
it's a gasp that convinces everyone else in the bank that you're currently struggling for air, fearing for your life, but pope knows it means you're incredibly turned on.
"mornin'," he mumbles gruffly against your temple, and you can feel the way he hovers for a milisecond, fighting the inclination to press a kiss there.
to really sell it, pope lifts his gun and presses the cold metal of the barrel to the place where he'd just had his lips. you hear multiple people gasp. your panties are soaked.
"any of you move, and she gets it," he bellows, and it echoes through the unnatural stillness of the bank. you whimper, forcing tears to your eyes as you let your knees buckle slightly.
"you okay?" pope whispers almost imperceptibly against your ear.
"harder," you reply through a sniffle.
at that, pope tugs your body upwards, hauling you upright. "stand up," he commands. "hands behind your back."
you obey, your wrists clasping against your lower back. you take the chance to clutch at the edge of his shirt, tugging pope impossibly closer. he exhales, then walks you over to the nearest teller.
"empty it out— quickly," he orders. the teller's gaze momentarily flicks between pope's masked face and yours. your eyes are scrunched shut, your mascara running, your chest heaving with laboured breaths. she empties the register without an argument.
he goes around the rest of the registers the same way, using your innocent, terrified, whimpering face to get the cash he needs. pope drags you out of the bank with his gun still pressed to your head. you make sure to end your performance with a little kicking and screaming and a performatively loud "what are you going to do to me?" before he hauls you into his car.
he peels out of the parking lot, and the drive home is fast, tense with anticipation. pope pulls off his mask and his auburn curls are gloriously messy and damp with sweat. your thighs press together, both from the sight of him, and from the rush of the job.
pope clenches his jaw as he drives, and then when you're finally safe behind the gates of the cody compound, he rumbles out a "… bravo. you did good."
he tells you to go wait in his room while he brings the duffles of money in, and you don't waste a second before stripping yourself bare, the thrill of the heist still thrumming in your veins. besides, it had been a while since the two of you had had sex, and what better occasion to fuck for than a successful heist?
soon enough, you're riding pope into the mattress in broad daylight. it's barely noon, and you're grinding your hips deep into his as you grip his wide shoulders. you have a lot of adrenaline to use up.
"that— was— fucking amazing," you pant as you bounce on his cock.
pope's breathless too. he has one of your nipples in his mouth, the other cupped is in his thick palm. his free hand is squeezing an ass cheek as you roll on top of him.
he pops his lips free of your breast, still glistening with spit, as he gazes up at you, his hazel eyes wide and pleading. it's a wild contrast to the fearsome expression he had plastered on just hours ago.
"not— ah— wasn't too rough?"
"not nearly rough enough," you breathe out in reply, pressing his cheeks together in a hand.
"you shoulda slapped me when i talked back, like i told you to, that would've sold it so much better."
pope grunts in acknowledgement, and his eyes fall shut at the idea. not of slapping you, but of how much more ravenous for him it would make you for him afterwards. his cock twitches where it's nestled deep inside you.
"next time," he murmurs as he pouts up at you for a kiss.
Thinking about in S4 when they’re at family dinner eating ribs and Deran is like ‘Pope, slow down.’ Imagine reader lovesss to cook and on his days he fights in the ring, you always make sure Pope comes home to a big homemade meal. You’re skipping around butt ass naked in a lil’ frilly white apron with strawberries all over it - and pretty red pumps to match. Each time you walk over to top off his water or replace his beer, he grabs a handful of your ass. He massages it while you dote on him, and gives it a smack as you saunter back to the kitchen - leaving fingerprints of whatever sauce he’s been sucking off his fingers on your ass cheek. 🥵
In the morning you’d make him an omelette with bacon and eggs, coffee and fresh squeezed orange juice. You set it down in front of him with a couple advil and a sweet kiss to his cheek. When he’s done, you take his empty plate and start the dishes. He comes up behind you and spins you around to face him. His beefy, veiny arms lift you on top of the counter.
“What are you-? Andrew!” You squeal, squeezing his shoulders tight while he picks you up like it’s nothing.
“Not finished eating, baby. Need something sweet.” He crouches down til he’s eye level with your pussy. He looks up at you with intense, hazel eyes surrounded by swollen cuts and purple bruises. His eyes are glassy as he holds your gaze for a moment, before diving into your glistening cunt. Your hands reach for his curls, tugging them as your back arches against the kitchen cabinets.
He eats your pussy like he didn’t just have breakfast seconds, just absolutely fucking devours it. He’s swirling his tongue around your folds while sucking on your puffy clit. And while he looks all dark and brooding with his injuries, he gets insecure and keeps looking up at you every so often to ensure he’s making you feel good.
“Oh Andy, yes! Right there,” you moan, giving him the reassurance he needs. He pulls away to put one finger - then two - into your sopping cunt. His chest vibrates with a low groan watching you clench around his thick digits, the squelching sound music to his ears. He puts his mouth back on your clit, resuming his previous movements while pumping his fingers in and out of you. It’s slow at first to get you used to them, and then he picks up the pace and curls his fingers, eliciting a particularly high pitched whine from you. You push his head down a little out of excitement, shoving his face deeper into your weepy pussy.
Pretty soon you’re coming undone on his mouth and fingers, legs squirming over his shoulders. He eats you through your orgasm, lapping and slurping up every last drop. When he’s finished he licks his fingers, savoring the taste of you. He was right, you were sweet. He presses soft kisses against the insides of your shaky thighs, nuzzling his nose into the plushy skin. He stands and helps you climb off the counter.
“Wrap your legs ‘round me, sweet girl.” You do as you’re told and wrap your legs around his waist. “Come on baby, let’s get you cleaned up.” Safe to say you had round two in the shower - back pressed against the ceramic tile while he’s holding you up off the ground in the position you’re in now - fucking up into you and tearing up when he cums inside because he just can’t believe he has the love of a woman like you.
First date with Pope that you plan after getting to know him is to the aquarium. It's a local Californian culture exhibit and he mentioned nature being calm and obviously something precious to him and you two geek out over the fishies and stuff.
Some fluffy stuff I guess. I need ooey gooey mush because he deserves to smile.
I was just thinking, thx for listening,
--xoxo
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→ warnings: pope cody x f!reader, 1k wc, reader is described as wearing a dress and heels [the only describers], oogy gooey fluff and sweetness because andrew deserves it, nicknames [sweet girl/boy, baby]
→ a/n: i wanna go on an aquarium date with pope so bad ughh!! and ofc ill always listen feel free to send me other thoughts you have!! as always this wasn’t proofread sorry in advance!
Pope was nervous to say the least, for a man who is usually the one planning things out down to the last second so that nothing goes wrong, he was a little weary about you being the one to plan your next date. Not that he doesn't have faith in you, he’s just a tad anxious when he doesn't know the itinerary for the day.
You had been getting to know Andrew for a few months now, some in Oceanside may call you crazy for willing getting closer with “the” Pope Cody. You however could immediately see past the very gruff front he puts on for the world and you act as if him being a Cody is nothing. Which he loves but he thinks Smurf would just about have a stroke if she knew, but so far Pope’s been able to keep you off her radar and he wants it to stay that way.
As you and Andrew have gotten closer, talking for hours and hours on the beach or in your apartment, you learn little facts here and there about the man. Surprising things such as for a quote un-quote tough guy, he loves nature, and he regularly watched wildlife, animal nature related documentaries. He’s even got you to sit with him and watch some nights after your dates to relax as he told you that they calm him down. Andrew says he liked learning about it all, and the animals, practically the predator animals he finds interesting.
You may or may not have started researching for zoos or exhibits or aquariums, anything close by with the cool animals he mentioned the second you get home. It had taken a little convincing to get Pope to agree, not because he didn’t want to go, no never that but because you told him the destination was a secret. That was the part he was worried about. He didn’t like not knowing where he was going, as you drive the two of you there — (which is another thing that feels incredibly odd and wrong to andrew. however you knew the location he didn't so it made sense but he made sure to inform you he was driving you two home after.) he is looking at his surroundings and he recognizes places which is good but they give him no indication of your final destination.
He trusted you don’t get him wrong, probably far more than he should considering who he was and what he did but you had made it so easy for him. You almost act as melatonin for his body, calming his nervous system the second he is looking at you, you don’t even have to be looking back at him for it to work.
He’s a little too lost in his head, staring at the side of yours with his hand absent mindedly playing with the small bows on the side of your pretty sundress. He thinks his heart just about gave out when you opened the door for him and he saw it. You are always beautiful to Andrew but especially in dresses and little heels.
Turning your body towards as the car stops in place after your best parking job you think yet, you run your fingers through the curls at the base of Pope’s neck, looking at him with a small smile and a glimmer in your eyes. “We’re here Andy, what do you think?” you ask with a hint of nervousness as you attempt to gauge his reaction while he reads the big sign outside the building.
SEA LIFE aquarium. You took him to an aquarium. He’s in love.
You only catch a glimpse of what you think is a big dopey smile overtake his face before his lips come crashing down on yours. “Mmpf- I’ll- I’ll take that as a good sign?” you question through soft giggles against his mouth as you kiss back, sliding your hand from the back of his neck to cup his cheek. “We aren’t even inside and this is the best day of my life already” He mumbled in response, a slew of thank you’s are released after and you think your heart both beats faster and breaks a little at how earnest of a statement that was.
Pulling away, a big smile morphs on your lips as a short uncharacteristic whine leaves Andrew's mouth. “Come on sweet boy, let’s head inside” you giggle before you start to grab your things and unbuckle. In the blink of an eye he is unbuckled and already headed around the front of the car to the drivers side, pulling open your door for you. This is probably about your 10th date with Andrew and yet he still makes you giddy, every date makes you feel like a teenage girl on her first, both excited and nervous you love it. As you get out of the car you give him a little peck on the lips before he’s at your side following you into the aquarium.
The two of you walk hand in hand through the isles and exhibits in the aquarium. You swear Pope has stars in his eyes as he watches all the different fish and other aquatic animals swim around. However what you hope and think will be his favorite part has yet to come.
“Let’s go down this tunnel baby” you prompt, turning to go down the ocean tunnel. He follows behind with little dragging willing to go just about anywhere with you. He stops however mid tunnel, staring in disbelief as blacktip reef sharks swim all around the tunnel. He’s 100% in love with you holy shit. “I remembered the first documentary you had put on after one of our dates about them and when i saw they had them here i really wanted to take you” you explain, not completely knowing how to take his silence and frozen state.
Snapping out of it he grabs ahold of your hand again and squeezes a few, looking at you with the most puppy-esque eyes ever, staring at you with so much love you’d think you had handed him the world. Those 3 words are on the tip of his tongue, but it's too early. And Andrew’s never been able to say them without it coming with a price, he doesn’t even know if you’d say them back. He can’t handle that right now and he really doesn’t wanna ruin this perfect day you’ve planned like he ruins everything else, so for now he’ll tuck them far away, beneath his ribs near his heart like everything else. With his grip on your hand he pulls you to his chest, kissing your head and holding you tight.
“This is perfect baby” "You're perfect sweet girl, thank you” he whispers softly as he holds you against him and watches the sharks swim by, his body relaxing.
The two of you walk hand and hand through the rest of the exhibits, you pointing out cool creatures and asking Andrew about them. Him excitedly telling you about them if he knows what they are and spewing out facts he picked up watching so many documentaries.
→ a/n: i wanted to make it semi realistic so i used an aquarium near oceanside and that happens to be the one in/near legoland lmao. also sorry the aquarium bit/geeking out over fish part is short i havent been to one is so long and didn’t know how i wanted to write about it.
remembering that i’m ruled by the moon and the roaring ocean. midnight breeze against my skin that lulls me to sleep. citrus on my tongue, candle wax melded against my night table, silk pillowcase against my hair. i’m so incredibly grateful.
Someone who handles her own business, doesn’t need help and does her job like a pro.
A strong woman who would go toe to toe with a man to prove a point as Jack watches on.
She walks around with confidence, charm and witt that would leave most men speechless
Because he knows that she comes home she loses it all, when she gets home she leaves all of that independence and strength at the door.
Because she needs him to open then jar that’s just a little too tight, reach the pasta on the top shelf she would usually climb on the counter for and be the lap she falls into every night curling up as small as she can be.
To be the man that turns her into a sobbing, whimpering mess when he is balls deep inside of her as he pins her hands above her head as he says “oh it’s too much? - no I don’t think so, I think you’re gonna take it like a big girl”
The man who has he legs pressed to her chest while he fucks he so deep she can see stars, his rough thumb stroking over her pulsing little clit while she’s whines under his touch as he tells her “oh that’s a good girl- doing so well “
He likes them strong because then when she gets home she needs him to take over, to have her bent over, face pressed against the sheets while he fills her with warm ropes of cum as she writhes and mewls at every thrust, begging for more.
you and jack are hosting a memorial day barbecue at your house, jack by the grill all day making sure there’s no shortage of hot dogs and burgers for everyone. you’re walking around in a cute little bathing suit, drink in hand as you talk to your guests, stealing looks at jack as he talks with his friends. <333
white t-shirt, camo shorts showcasing his prosthetic—he’s so fucking sexy like this, silver hair glinting in the sun.
whenever you walk past, he’s tugging you by the waist for a kiss, tucking you into his side as he holds his beer, murmuring in your ear, “wanna bite, baby?” while he flips a burger. feels so safe, so easy to be with him like this—so domestic.
fresh showers and the sun setting, he fucks you in the living room when everybody leaves, has you sat on his cock murmuring while he smacks your ass, spurring you on, “my pretty little house wife did so well.” “been waiting to fuck you all day, baby.”
this is nothing but all i can think about today ૮꒰◞ ˕ ◟ ྀི꒱ა
thinking about jack who has at least one tattoo he got way back in his army days … thinking about him huffing, going “yeah, it’s older than you” when you point it out and run your fingers over the ink.
Everybody on The Pitt cast deadass needs to get behind me right now cause why is #that man sneak dissing abt his cast mates doing other things after the season is done. Like did you expect people to just not work when the Pitt was done? See when you have talent and can act, you can do other things, especially if you’re not in charge of the production of an entire show revolved around your character’s mental heath journey or lack thereof.
“First breath of fame you do a million dollar horror movie instead of Broadway???” Man what the fuck? Shawn get behind me right now, there’s an ugly ass bitch talking shit about you. I don’t like that shit at all.
sammy loves calling you on your lunch break, much to the playful jeers of the station around him.
it's halfway through his shift, and sammy finds himself glancing at the clock on the stucco wall. sammy smiles to himself, sitting up and fishing his flip-phone from his suit jacket pocket with a little grunt and squeak from the desk chair. it's a hot spring day, and all sammy wants to do is talk to his sweet little wife on her break.
at the sound of the sammy spinning around to grab his phone, moretta immediately pipes up, "here we go. loverboy's making his daily call" gesturing to sal with a laugh. sammy rolls his eyes as he brings the phone to his ear, sal turning to another detective and shooing them away "the man is whipped, leave him be." with a blush, sammy turns to his friends "yeah, yeah"
you answer on the second ring, cheery voice brightening up the line. sammy leans back in his chair, lifting his strong legs onto his desk with a sigh "hey sweetheart." his voice is warm honey, personalized just for his girl to hear.
in the back, his coworkers keep hurling comments "ask her what she packed you for lunch, sammy!" and "tell the missus we say hi!" and when you giggle in response, sammy's throwing a wad of paper at his buddies. "ignore them baby, just jealous... what're you doin? you on your break?"
sammy knows the answer, he just wants to keep you with him as long as he can. he's fully tuned into you as you speak, nodding along and asking questions about your work day. cooing motivation for you and letting you complain about your coworkers, "yeah i know the feeling" "ah c'mon loverboy" nate yells "y'know you love us! right sal?" sal grunts in response, unable to hide his own smile at the display of young love in front of him.
reluctantly sammy has to go, "alright, i'll see you at home, okay? be good, baby.” he smiles into the phone, hand running over his thigh soothingly. giggling, you respond with a loving “okay, i will, promise. love you sammy”
sammy tucks in his chin into his phone, trying to whisper to you. he’s not ashamed to tell you this, never could be, but he knows it’s going to get really loud if nate overhears. “i love you too” which is immediately interrupted by nate & his buddies loudly going “AWWW!” followed by sammy screaming distantly “shut the hell up!” before quickly hanging up.
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