#ch: cherry

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Cherry with a bf x Pope who sneaks into her house while it’s all dark pretending to be her boyfriend so he can fuck her

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sending cherry appreciation bc she’s on my mind rn, i just want to see her happy 🥺 i’d figure out a way to give her anything she needed if she asked me to, even the slightest more cherry content will make me 10x happier

My god we got some big Cherry fans out there... don't worry, she will be getting more content!

[cherrywineisawaltz]

MINORS DNI

Pope and Cherry couldn’t get enough of each other. That much had been made obvious by the unrelenting passes of touch that only ever lingered on the other, stuck in an orbit that magnetized their bodies closer and closer without even meaning to. His brothers had often joked in the feeble few minutes of them being apart that they might fuse together if they weren’t careful, Pope only hummed, mused, unsure if he would be entirely against the idea. Pope would consider himself tame, though his family surely wouldn’t. 

He kept his touches pg for the most part, always above the clothes, soothing the smooth curve of her hip, tawny sliver of skin peeking from her tiny shorts, a hand on her soft knee, the warm scent of her shoulder as he tucked his head to the soft slope between her neck. He’d press a kiss here and there, under the wiry mess of curls sticking to the dampness of her neck in the summer heat, fingers pinching her thigh when she giggled and wriggled in his lap. Even then he was tame, despite the bloom of arousal that seeped through his chest at the soft lilt of her story telling, some customer at work, fingers playing with the buttons of his shirt mindlessly, a habit she could never help. No, he was tame, Cherry on the other hand was a problem.

In the beginning she would almost never be the one to initiate touch. If she did, it took a great amount of consideration before doing so. Slipping her hand into his was a challenge, fingers anxiously twitching before slowly lacing her pinky with his, until the rest of her fingers curled into his. She was so timid, sweet and unsure, always overthinking what was appropriate. It was nothing like that now. 

Andrew considers it might be his fault. All the times he had encouraged her, “I just wasn’t sure if you were okay with me touching you like that,” she’d murmur, and Pope would look at her incredulously, “I always want you to touch me.” So really, he’s the one to blame for his own predicament. 

They had only been watching a movie. Her feet perched in his lap as she always had them, Andrews hands soothing soft circles on the inside of her calf, his family a wall away having a discussion neither of them particularly cared for. Her red painted toes wiggled disinterested in the movie, while his gaze trained on the television. She pressed her heel softly to the inside of Pope's thick thigh, thumb nail bitten between her teeth as she trailed her toes up the ridged seam. Pope's gaze flitted over to her, brown pretty eyes watching him intently, toes dancing along the inside of his thigh, sly grin curling the corners of her lips, “What?” she mouthed, shrugging softly. Her foot nearly pressed to the restrained outline of his cock when his grip circled her ankle, a soft gasp leaving her lips as he leaned over her legs, “You really think they won’t hear if we get up to something?” he murmured softly, low enough to mask his words behind Craigs boisterous voice. “Just wanna play with you, Andy,” Cherry hummed. 

Pope shook his head, turning his face away when she scooted closer, legs off his lap to slide into his side, “Can I touch you? Please,” her soft lips grazed his shoulder, pressing a soft kiss there, “Just a little bit.” Pope can hardly breathe when her soft hand pushes over the growing bulge in his pants, palming the outline of him enough to make his hips stutter, “Bet I could make you cum just like this,” “Don’t.” “You don’t think so?” she breathes, nipping his shoulder as her palm presses harder to where the tip of him presses against the inside of his thigh under the thick denim, “You’re so sensitive. Bet you’re almost there already.” Her hand grips the shape of him and Popes eyes squeeze shut, thighs tensing, almost shaking, "Fuck. Do that again."

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Me and pope

[cherrywineisawaltz]

cherry x Pope but he’s using u as a hostage on a job for funsies

YES YES YES YES I've gotten into this with x reader before but omg....hostage!cherry im living out my fantasies

Cherry’s got the easy damsel in distress look, pretty pouty lips trembling when Pope pulls her up off the floor from the rest of the terrified patrons, faux whimpers cracking through her lips when he’s yanking her around by the arm. People flinch when Pope cages her against his chest, thick arm braces around her throat to keep her backside pressed against him, swallowing down the whine at Pope's hard cock pressed up against her thin little cocktail dress in front of all these people. The seam of his jeans nudges between her thighs, catching on her panties as the skirt of her dress rides up while Deran or Craig is yelling out instructions for everyone to hand over all their expensive jewelry. Cherry’s fingers curl around Pope's arm, wondering if she could get away with wiggling her hips to feel more of him but the knit material of Andrews mask traces the shell of her ear, grumbling tone murmuring a gruff, “Don’t even think about it,” which might’ve looked threatening to everyone watching, but only made Cherry’s insides flutter.

[cherrywineisawaltz]

Thinking about Pope helping Cherry relax after a hard day. Turning her onto her side she can lay languidly against the mattress in her small apartment, buff arm fitting the divot of her waist, wrist snuggly snuck under the band of her panties. His thick fingers circling from her clit to her aching hole, spreading her slick all over while her hips buck into his callous palm, soft mewls breathlessly muffled into the soft down pillows. Can feel the press of his hard chest mold to her every curve and dip, body cradling her own as he spreads her open, hard cock pressed to the seam of her ass. His nose is nestled into the wiry mess of her unmade hair, waves and sweat made curls matted against her skin, lewd wet noises coming from between her tawny brown thighs as he presses his fingers to fuck up into her drooling cunt. Cherry’s cheek presses against the soft pillows, mascara smearing under her glassy eyes, soft whines of Andrew's name falling from her sweet lips. “I got you, gonna take care of it, just relax,” he rasps, Cherry feels like she can barely breathe with his fingers pistoning up into her, thighs shaking on either side of his wrist, gasping when he cups her pussy to tug her back against him, “Needa keep them open, yeah?”

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MINORS DNI

Pope who becomes a regular at Cherry's job. Who comes into the small family owned restaurant she works at, having typed ‘coffee’ into his gps until he pulled into the small parking lot. The place is vacant when he walks in that first day, she’s the only one at the counter, black gloves bagging on her fingers as she stamped to go bags, pretty brown eyes lifting up and a bright cheerful smile, “Hi, welcome in!” Pope stills a bit, her singsong voice lilting high in a gleeful register that seemed relatively genuine, he murmurs a meek hello, squinting at the small menu posted above her head, “We have some smaller menus, if you’d like to look at them, the board is a little small.” He looks at her again, watching her take the gloves off her fingers to hand him a menu, “Thank you.” “Were you thinking about getting breakfast?” “Just coffee.” “Oh, awesome! We have some good lattes, what do you usually like?” Pope shuffled, looking at the short latte list, still somehow overwhelmed by the few options he had. “Just a regular coffee. Black, if you have it.” “Is an americano okay? I don’t have any drip at the moment, sorry.” “Yeah, that’s fine.”

He watched her make the coffee, and she seems unperturbed by the fact that he stares at her the entire time she did so. She smiles wide when she turns to him, white hand stamped cup pushed across the counter, “Alright, you’re all set,” she hums, fingers brushing Andrew’s when he takes the cup from her hand, “Have a great rest of your day.”

The next time he comes in it’s a few days later and she smiles and greets him the exact same way she had days before, a bit more familiar as she wanders to the front, “Hey, welcome back! Another coffee today?” “Yeah.” She types in his order and he watches her make it again, this time looking around the vacant restaurant, “Is it always just you in here?” “Me? No, my managers prepping in the back, so I’m just taking care of things up here. This is a pretty slow time anyways.” “Oh.” “How was the Americano I made you?” “It was fine.” “Ouch. Just fine?” “No, no, it was good.” She smiled, clearly teasing. “Did you want any cream?” “No, I’m okay.” “Alright, then you’re all set,” their fingers brush again when she hands him his cup and she smiles brightly, “See you next time, okay?”

Pope comes in every other morning after that. He only orders an americano, stares at Cherry as she makes it, letting her make bubbly small talk with him. He learns she doesn’t work on Tuesday or Thursday mornings. Coming in for his daily dose of pretty barista and seeing a middle aged man in his place, “Hi, welcome in,” “Where’s Cherry?” “Sorry?” “The other girl, Cherry. She makes my coffee.” “Oh, she won’t be in till tomorrow, but I can make—” Popes back out the door before he can finish and promptly comes back the next morning to see Cherry's warm smile. “Heard you were looking for me,” she hums while the espresso machine pulls his shots. “I like how you make my coffee.” “It’s pretty easy. I’m sure anyone could make it how you like.” Pope shrugged, “Like I said. I like how you do it.” Cherry smiled, looking down bashful as she pressed the lid onto his cup. “Well I’m glad. Easiest order of my morning.” She hums as she sets the cup in his hand, “Have a good day, see you soon, okay?”

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me and pope