bambi

he loves when u wear lower cut tops and the smooth skin of ur breasts are visible.

he likes how they jiggle slightly with every movement or laugh it’s mesmerizing.

“cmon lemme jus’ play with em for a bit—”

his hungry eyes wide as he pulls ur top down with a single hooked finger, head dipping eagerly in tow to press kisses to ur tits.

he bites gently, then soothes with a lick and a kiss to one as his other hand toys with the pebbled nipple of the other.

his tongue circles around ur nipple before closing his lips around or sucking eagerly.

his absolute favorite thing certainly must be when ur riding his cock and he gets to have ur tits bouncing in his face.

you with me?

pope x reader | insinuating smut | aftercare | mdni

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thinking about how she could barely keep her beautiful eyes open afterward. fluttering her lashes as she caressed her index finger against his moist muscles.

she was melted into the large and familiar mattress. she’s all warm and dazed. her limbs heavy in that numbing, floaty way that always made her feel disconnected from everything.

except pope’s hand that was draped over her waist. anchoring her back down.

“hey,” he said quietly, still out of breath.

he gave her thigh a light and slow squeeze when she didn’t answer the first time. “baby, you gotta stay with me.”

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andrew pope cody loving the stuff love heart sweets say and leaving one on your bedside table everyday “you’re mine” “tease me” “soulmate”

or or omg !! you guys are in the kitchen doing your own things when he just slides one over to you from across the counter and it says “kiss me” his cute lil way of asking for a kiss

and so obviously you give him what he’s asking for?! i mean come on.. how could you not :((

also another idea..? sue me sorry i don’t know bro

love hearts

warnings? : mdni. suggestive sexual content towards the end , yermm fluff its i don’t know basically just fluff maybe angst if you count it i don’t know that up for u to decide . pet names (doll , sweetheart , bunny) for andrew - andy , sweetie , pretty boy, baby (I KNOW I’M SORRY) - probably mischaracterisation unfortunately :(( i literally don’t think theres anything else tho , i’m so sorry if i missed anything AND PLS TELL ME IF I DID !!! um proposal whatever

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warm sunshine peeking through the curtains starts to pull you out of your sleep, you stir a little but you don’t fully open your eyes until realising andrew isn’t snuggled in bed with you. you look over and see that he’s watching you sleep? not too unusual i guess, i mean he does it every once in a while, like a little guard dog. but you notice he’s nervously tapping his foot. slowly rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, your croaky voice lets out “andy? are you okay?” but he only gives a slight nod for a reply.

usually the routine is : waking up, feeling andrew’s warmth beside you, opening your eyes and looking at your bedside table, knowing there’s a love heart sweet there because andrew wakes up before you. he chooses one from his draw (yes he has a draw of love heart sweets) and sets it down beside the glass of water you have, he then climbs back into bed beside you until you wake up. sometimes he falls asleep again, other times he just listens to your snores. but this time? he was sat in a chair watching you.

you start to sit up and open your mouth to speak again but you see that he’s eyeing the bedside table. you follow his eye-line to see a love heart. reaching for it so you can actually read what it says, andrew’s breathing stops for a second - it was barely noticeable. you noticed though. he’s tapping and flexing his fingers anxiously on the arms of the chair, like he’s waiting for something. but what? you open your mouth to try and speak but andrew starts before you. “read what it says.” spoken in his usual stern voice, a hint of shakiness hidden behind everything. giving him a soft look back, you slowly look down to the love heart your holding. “marry me?”

holy shit is he proposing? he’s never given you that one before. he makes sure not to, he’s specific about the ones he sets out. you carefully look back up to him and see him reaching into his pocket, he brings out a little box. it’s a ring box.. after a second of looking at his feet he gets out of the chair to kneel down on one knee and open the ring box.

poor baby was too anxious to wait and plan a proposal dinner/trip for the both of you :(( you’re not complaining though.. this is perfect.

“m so sorry doll.. couldn’t wait… will you marry me?” he stammered shakily. and not even a second later he adds a desperate “please..” your jaw is dropped, mostly in awe because he’s so fucking cute, slightly stumbling over his words and being all nervous but you’re also shocked. you didn’t really expect him to propose to you right now, maybe in a year? but i mean he’s all you’ve ever wanted so why would you say no..

murmuring softly, “andy sweetie..” he lets out a gulp at your pause. oh gosh you’re gonna say no aren’t you?? he starts to get up due to his spiralling but you reach out to stop him. he gets back down, although instead of going back to one knee, he’s now on both of them. “yes. yes andrew i’ll marry you” he lets out a sigh of relief, smiles widely with his crooked teeth all on display and then immediately reaches for your hand to slide the ring on your finger.

admiring the ring for a literal second, you get up to pull him into a tight hug. scratching at his scalp with your nails to soothe any leftover nerves he has. he’s muttering small i love yous into the crook of your neck. “i love you too andrew. always and forever.” after a few minutes of rocking together he steps back from the hug. he’s been giving you puppy eyes this entire time, but he’s nervously flexing his fingers again. ohhhh.

“andy, baby is something still bothering you?” you whisper as you rub along his bicep. mmm you notice he’s still slightly hesitating to look at you properly. “i.. i don’t know. i think i’m still.. i mean i.. i should’ve planned something special right?” his voice goes up at the end of his sentence. seeing him so nervous and upset at himself that he couldn’t wait to plan something breaks your heart. :(( he’s just too cute. “andrew, it’s already special because you’re all i’ve ever wanted. you’re my pretty boy, i love you. and i love that you made it fit into our love hearts routine. plus.. we can always go on a “yay engaged!” trip to celebrate, or we can have a planned dinner.” you cupped his cheek whilst speaking gently. small tears are welling in his eyes as he lets out a shaky sigh. “yes please, i want that. i love you too, sweetheart.” i mean he tried to speak sternly but he’s still overwhelmed with anxiety so it came out breathy and desperate. that’s okay though! he’s adorable and you know the best way to help him relax.

pulling him into a gentle kiss that slowly turns sloppy, he lets out a content sigh against your lips, his hands move to your waist, then your hips. you start to trail kisses down his jaw, over to his ear, whispering “can we get you a ring too so people know you’re not free to snatch up?” his chest rumbles with a scoff like laugh. “oh don’t you worry bunny. i have other ideas for letting people know i’m off the market.” he mumbles back with a slight smirk. you giggle against him, understanding his hint and you continue to press kisses into his neck, slowly starting to suckle and bite, leaving a slight hickey trail. dragging your tongue back up towards his ear, you let out a whimper when his hands grip tighter on your hips. “andy.. if you’re still a little stressed i know a way for you to decompress..” he growls back a shaky “oh yeah?” before pushing you back down onto the bed, kneeling by the edge and pulling your sleep shorts down, a hazy lust filled look in his eyes.

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the andrew i’m imagining !! he’s so pretty awh

this isn’t fully proof read b t w :(( probs some mistakes and i haven’t written in years.. basically i’m not a fan of how this turned out - feedback is 1000% appreciated ^w^ i luv u all

OH MT GOD ANOTHER NOTE a love heart says lovebug i should’ve done that as a pet name i’m too lazy to change it and make it fit properly but it’s a cute idea i think

✦ tags: fem!reader, fluff, chatty reader, established relationship, headcanons, drabble

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✦ Pope has always been a naturally quiet man so when he finds you: the bubbliest and most open girl ever, the dynamic just works. He doesn’t mind the way you fill the silences with your ramblings about your outfit or that stupid thing Deran did the other day or the cutest pair of shoes you saw in a store window. He always listens intently, though his responses mostly consist of soft "yeahs" and noises of agreement. Normally he gets sick of people who can’t shut up. Most people like that tend to incessantly spout bullshit at him . But you’re not most people - you’re his girl so every single syllable that comes out of your glossy lips is sacred to him. he loves that your so unhesitatingly chatty with him as he’s so used to people being guarded or too scared to talk to him so it makes him feel special getting to hear all your inner thoughts.

✦ Okay, sometimes your openness is a little inconvenient for him. Like when you get into random conversations with strangers on the street and he just stands there awkwardly behind you like your dog waiting for permission to leave. He always waits patiently though, proud of the fact that a girl so universally loved and sought out chose to be with him of all people.

✦ Your chattiness also means you get on great with his brothers, especially Craig (which Pope is totally not jealous about). At parties, he is practically forced to wrangle you away from Craig, surrounded by a large group as you finish telling the anecdote you’ve been animatedly narrating with your hands. He scoops you up and brings you outside to sit with him slightly away from the crowd so just the two of you can talk. You can’t blame him for being selfish with his girl, though, he’s far more deserving of your attention than those other people, especially his idiot brother.

✦ Andrew always takes everything you say really seriously, often not understanding your sarcasm or exaggerations, which is especially an issue as you don't always think twice before you spew dramatics.

"I'm literally gonna kill your brother" you blurted out once after Deran had raided your fridge and eaten the subway you were saving for lunch. A crease formed on Andrew’s brow instantly and you could feel his dark eyes boring into your skull from across the couch, already planning his revenge on his younger brother.

You spent the next hour trying to convince him not to march over to Smurf's place and beat the shit out of his brother over a sandwich.

✦ Pope indulges your every want, even the small stupid stuff you only mentioned in passing. You’re about the new lip gloss line at sephora, not even 12 hours later, you walk into your kitchen to find five shades of the product sitting on your counter, placed there casually, not expecting a thank you.

✦ Sometimes he genuinely just doesn't know how to get you to stop talking. Don't get me wrong, he loves hearing you talk but you’ve been going on about a trashy reality show for over an hour and he’s been trying to figure out a way to get you to come to bed without shutting down your excitement over celebrity gossip.

Eventually he gives up and resorts to clamping one hand over your mouth or pressing his lips to yours to shut you up, not quite knowing how to ask for what he wants. You gladly oblige with a kiss, Andrew being the only person for whom you would cut your stream of consciousness short.

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summary: andrew does pushups with you under him, until you want more.

warning: 18+, dryhumping, coming in pants

a/n: wrote the smut in this tipsy while being bored of the word cup game pls bare with any typos. i need this man to do pushups over me

Laying under Andrew as he does pushups, his strong, thick biceps on either side of your head. Feeling the sturdy weight of him press gently into you whenever he comes down, and pressing you stomach.. His face, etched with concentration as his eyes bore into yours every time he does a pushup.

You’re content to just lay there under him, admire his face and his chest and his arms on either side of you, warmth pooling in your stomach. It hasn’t been long, only about ten minutes or so, but small rivulets of sweat are forming along his curls, at the nape of his neck.

Eventually, you decide you need him to suffer a little, need to make him stop and take you right here, instead of doing his stupid push-ups, which were sexy, yes, but you were growing needy watching him, slick pooling in your underwear.

The little furrow in his brow smoothes out when you give him a little peck on his lips as he leans down. Just a soft press of your lips against his.

He pants.

“You’re distracting me.”

this typically isn’t how things would go.

you wouldn’t be barricading either side of your boyfriend’s hips with your thighs, slowly rocking your hips in his — watching the way his dick disappears between the folds of your pussy before peeking back out as the blush colored tip grazes sweet against your clit.

“what happened to waitin’, sweet’art?” jack grunts, steadying himself against the mattress, propping onto the back of his elbows. his eyes fixated on just how desperate your movements really are, while grinding flush against his cock and whimpering softly.

“i can’t wait …” you whine, almost too desperately as you rock your hips deeper into his. it honestly felt as if your clit was about the burst. the way it throbbed with each passing friction of skin to skin contact — you need it, you need him.

you pulled one of your hands underneath your body, soft palms fumbling at jack’s length, trying to grab at it. earning a groan from jack because what a fucking sight to behold — his pretty girl, you… trying so hard to make yourself feel good on his cock.

we’re talking about a man who would rather suffocate than pull his mouth from your cunt before you came. nose red from how hard he pressed it into your clit, chin dripping from a combination of your wetness and his drool.

a man who humps the bed while he’s going to town, turned on by the fact that you’re turned on, just happy to be of service and drowning in your cunt.

a man who would grow stubble if it meant you would get pleasure from it. he prefers being clean shaven but after you mention that you crave a little more friction, he’s ditching the razor for a couple days so he can rub his face right in your cunt, skin turning flushed. your pleasure is the only thing he really cares about.

a man who will drop to his knees in the shower, hiking one leg over his shoulder while he fucking EATS. it’s a terrible angle and you’re a little worried he’s waterboarding himself down there with the combination of your juices and the water from the shower, but he makes sure you come.

the noises you’re making, his brothers’ might aswell think he’s killing you. Your fingernails nearly tearing the sheets, he doesn’t even know how good he is at this. Just lapping at your cunt like you were his first good meal straight out of prison.

“baby- ‘m sorry, ‘m sorry… it’s jus’ so good, please? Yeah?” he can’t stop.

Andrew doesn’t know why. He never did drugs, never had that kind of euphoria after a hit. But with his head between your thighs? He’d be willing to bet that it’d be the exact same kind.

Your taste lingers on his tongue and even when you’re about to pass out, he keeps going ‘n going. There’s even a damp spot on the edge of the bed from where his hips were rutting. He was so, so fucking close.

It was pathetic… Really, really pathetic. But you? You thought it was the hottest thing to grace this earth.

Bf Pope who wants to know everything about you. What preschool did you go to? Who was your first kiss? (He now hates this guy but whatever) Why don’t you like tomato in your salad but like it on your burger? Is there really a difference between Taylor Swift’s Evermore and Folklore to you? Why did you switch coffee shops? Do you really love him? He knows the answer to all because he really listens when you talk.

Bf Pope who has you memorized, from your favorite coffee order to your shoe size to how you don’t like the windows down in the car because it’ll mess up your hair, but you don’t mention it because other people like it. He’s willing to pay attention to you.

Bf Pope who will gift you things from the list he has memorized about you but always plays it off.

“I got you your favorite coffee order because I happened to be next door.” (He drove 15 minutes out of his way to get it.)

“Here’s that book you mentioned wanting the other day. I was getting one and thought you would want one too so we can read together) (He already had the book he brought for himself)

“I got you those shoes you tried on at the store but didn’t get because you were waiting for your paycheck. I got a bonus and was just picking us both up some fun things.” (He went back and bought them the same day.)

Bf Pope who knows immediately if something is wrong with his girl if she’s even slightly less yappy (doesn’t matter if she’s on the quiet side or not, he’s paid attention to how much she talks daily) and is willing to do anything to make her feel like herself again.

Bf Pope who truly wants to know all about your past relationships, even if they’re one night stands. Don’t get it wrong, it’ll bother the fuck out of him, and he can’t stand to think someone has gotten to know you, let alone touch you before him. But he wants to understand what went right or wrong so he can learn from it.

Bf Pope who literally pretends you don’t exist around Smurf for the first 6ish months of dating.

“Who is that girl I hear you’re seeing?” “I’ve literally never met a girl before in my life. Anyways, Deran how is the bar going”

Bf Pope who is always angling himself between you and Baz. If you’re on a couch, he’s sitting directly between you guys, intercepting any questions thrown your way. If you’re drinking at the bar, he’s got you between his legs, getting all your attention before Baz can even offer to get you a beer. If you’re tanning, he’s sat at the end of the chair so Baz can’t see you from the pool. If you’re helping Smurf with dinner, he’s handing you all the ingredients so you’ll be stationary and don’t have to pass Baz to get anything. He doesn’t trust that even his smallest actions around you are with good intentions.

Bf Pope who doesn’t mind the friendship that forms between you and Deran or you and J but will put his foot down at Craig. Nasty boy is not getting near his girl. He saw how he was with Nicky and he’s not letting it happen a second time.

Bf Pope who has never once said, let alone thought, that any of your clothes are skimpy. At most, he’s concerned you don’t have a jacket or aren’t wearing socks even if it’s 90 degrees out. 

Bf Pope who can fight, and he knows it, so wear what you want, girly.

Bf Pope who doesn’t do traditional relationship nicknames. He never mentioned hating them out loud, but you can tell by the way he flinches when you call him baby or babe. So you go with more unique names like handsome, trouble, or honeybee. He secretly loves the nickname bug. Epically when you play with it.

“You’re being such a snugglebug today”

“Oh he’s a grumpybug today.”

“You’re my little love bug”

Bf Pope who remembers you mentioned once how handsome he is in a hat and now has a stellar collection. He always wants your opinion on which one.

Bf Pope who likes his hair to be played with while he drives and you control the audio. If you stop too early, he’ll lean into your hand or reach for you.

Bf Pope who enjoys casual touches like when you fix his hair, brush something off his face, or tie his shoe. Now, don’t get it twisted, he’ll freeze for a second because touch without an expectation is still something he is learning.

Bf Pope who falls asleep immediately once you get him a good night routine. Maybe a bath with salts and smelly goodness while you wash his hair. Maybe your same skincare that you do for him which you will have to do for him. Maybe a nightly TV show you watch together. You laying on his chest (or him laying on yours) makes him feel so safe.

Bf Pope who isn’t great at vocally apologizing but will shape up his actions immediately because he wants to show you he’s capable of change for you. 

Bf Pope who will be your DD 9/10 times. Like, why pay for an Uber when he would love to pick you and any of your girls up and hear all about your night?

Bf Pope who is willing to teach you anything you want. You gonna take up surfing? Great, he knows the basics and will learn more from Deran to get you better. You got a skateboard? Amazing, he’s already got you the perfect setup. You want to golf? He has no idea how, but he’s been doing research in all his free time. Plus, he’s already got you guys matching clubs and hats.

Bf Pope who is very nervous the first time you bake a pie. He thinks you’re trying to congratulate him for something but can’t figure out what. He eats it thinking you’re looking at him expecting details about something, not because you’re hoping he likes it.

Bf Pope who tracks your period (lowkey your ovulation too for “personal” reasons) so he knows when you need some extra love, extra snackies, or extra attention.

Bf Pope who needs you to be straightforward when you want sex at first. He’s under the impression girls don’t love sex with him because, why would they? So he will convince himself you’re trying to initiate a snuggle from him or just getting comfortable before he understands that sex is something you love to do with HIM.

Bf Pope who thinks you would hate to have his cum all over you after sex, so he’s quick to get you wiped down with soap and water. He’ll get you water with lemon and a snack if he thinks it’ll make you comfortable. It’s not until later he realizes that he’s allowed to be messy with sex or just relax for a moment afterward.

summary; andrew pope cody with a soft gf, one who treats him with so much kindness and patience, that he isn't sure how to accept it sometimes.

a/n; i just love my popey so much i cant help but write soft stuff about him, he deserves so much better </3 this is kind of a mini-birthday drabble, since pope's bday was not too long ago :3

warnings; some bad language, sm*rf mention (i hate her), some mentions of andrews bad childhood

The family Andrew grew up in was built on tough love. If he scraped a knee, he didn't expect comfort. If he made a mistake, he waited for the yelling to start. Year by year, his walls built higher and higher.

But somehow, you've managed to weasel in through the cracks. Always treating him with kindness and patience, never ever raising your voice around him. He fucks up? You say 'oh Andy, it's okay...' in the sweetest voice, heart clenching and the guilty look in his eyes.

Physical touch has always been a touchy topic for him. Smurf had a habit of weaponizing her love against her children, using each hug and kiss as a manipulation tactic. So when you, in bed, slowly curl up into Andrew's chest, soft, warm breaths hitting his collarbone? He freezes.

You do this kind of stuff all the time. In public, you'll let your hand curl into his sleeve, or hug his arm in crowds. At the start of your relationship, it always made him freeze up. But now, he waits for it. He doesn't often seek out contact first, just waits for you to do so.

But you've gotten good at reading him. His eyes keep darting to you every other second, when he wants you to curl up to him, and pull his arm over your shoulder. He'll anxiously tap his fingers when he wants to hold your hand.

And in bed, he always leaves enough room for you to curl up to him.

But what really did him in, was when one morning, he woke up without you in bed. Now, Andrew had a habit of waking up really early. He's always up hours before you, you've even joked about it. So, of course, he was worried. You out of bed before him?

He rushed to the kitchen, only to feel relief flood his veins as he saw you there. One of his shirts on, hem brushing against your thighs, as you hummed to the spatula in your hand, breakfast frying on the pan.

As if sensing him, you turned around, giving him the biggest grin possible. "G'morning, Andy!" You set the spatula down to scurry over to him, wrapping your arms around his neck for a tight hug, "Happy birthday! I got up early to make you breakfast."

His hands shook a little, before they dropped to your waist, slowly sliding to wrap around you, pulling you as close as he could. You got up early to make a birthday breakfast for him.

"Y'didn't need to do that." He murmured quietly, lips a little pursed, fighting a small smile, "I know how much you love sleep. I coulda' made breakfast.."

You knew he wasn't being ungrateful. That's just how his brain is wired. Nothing is free, that's what he learned growing up. But you keep showing up for him. Giving him love packed up in a plate of eggs and bacon. Never expecting anything back.

"It's okay..." You hummed, slowly pulling back to go back to the stove, "I can take a little nap later. I haven't made many plans for us today, just thought we could do what you wanna do. Could go surf. Or for a walk. Or jus' stay here." You offered options, carefully plating his breakfast.

Two fried eggs, an unhealthy amount of bacon (because in this house, food is measured with love!), of course some fruits and vegetables.

Setting his plate and your own down on the kitchen island, you tugged him closer by his hand. He'd practically been frozen in a trance the entire time.

"Mhm." He grunted, kissing your temple quickly before sitting down, eyes staying on you, until you sat down and started eating. "Jus' wanna be with you today. I don't really care what we do..."

He really means it too. He doesn't care what he does today, as long as you're by his side. Andrew would literally watch paint dry, if he got to sit with you while doing so.

The rest of breakfast was spent in comfortable silence, with non-stop eye contact. And somewhere between his second serving of eggs and third glass of orange juice, Andrew reached across the island, and placed his hand in yours.

18+ doggy with jackie and his tummy

jack abbot’s tummy. that’s it. that’s the post.

fem!reader, mdni. chokehold, doggy style, dom!jack. porn no plot

you’d insist that he fucked you doggy, forearm and bicep curling around your neck, squeezing just enough to enhance the dizzying sensation his cock ramming into your cervix gave you.

his tummy was warm and heavy, pressing up against the divot of the small of your back, arching perfectly for him to fit against you like a puzzle piece.

whining around his arm, desperately pawing back at his tummy, trying to tug him harder against you.

“stop whinin’.” he’s growling against your ear in between rough pants, cock slowly dragging out to just the tip, pausing momentarily before plunging back inside your greedy cunt with sheer force.

“mngh… jus’ need it.” you complain, drooling down against his freckled skin.

Pope's entire family is an afterthought when you come around. They know better than to rely on Andrew for much anymore, always at your beckon and call, revving his truck engine in the parking lot of their family meetings to come to you, ignorant to their badgering incessant calls after him as he veers off down the road. It’s impossible to hold his attention when you call, finger already pressing the answer button as his brother's words clip to call his name, but it’s an entirely different demon when you are within close physical distance. It’s like they’re not even there. They can hardly keep his focus with you tucked into his lap, thick hands tugging you back into him by the soft crease of your thighs, bouncing you up with a startled shriek from your lips so your feet dangle off the ground between his spread thighs.