brooke

pope & his ditzy! gf who loves to talk and accidentally overshares everything when it gets too silent🙂‍↕️

literally just having a conversation with deran where, admittedly, he’s a bit too high to follow, and you’re happily yapping with pope sitting next to you on the couch. “yeah it was a pretty rough week, one of the kids’ dad came in and yelled at me, i mean really yelled der! like leaned across my desk & ripped into me, it was really scary honestly. and then i, you know, started to cry, obviously-” waving your hands and smiling as you explain. immediately being cut off by an angry andrew “the fuck? baby wha-when did this happen?” “oh! it was today:)” “to-today?”

thinking about being an absolute brat with pope when he's already pissed off. it starts off mild, the two of you are at deran's bar having drinks and playing pool. they had just done a job the other day and have been riding the high of it this weekend. you were having a good time, a little tipsy and flaunt in the little black skirt pope had bought you earlier in the day.

while at the bar waiting on drinks, a guy had come up to you. casually talking, not quite flirting but that didn't mean it was going to lead to that if you indulged the stranger a second longer. pope had been keeping his game of pool with craig when he looked up, wondering why you weren't back by his side yet. stalking his way to the bar where you were turning on your heels and the stranger taking his leave after you shot him down, pope was huffy and pissy. he's taking the drinks from your hands, muttering "i leave you alone for a moment and you already got another man sniffing around you?"

Pope talks you through it because he knows how to fuck into you just right, and you take it every single time. Better yet, every few hours, if it’s up to you. You drain him dry to the point of exhaustion. He makes it worth your while. You blame it on him.

Though you’re begging for it, he’s the one talking you through it and muttering in your ear, “you’re doing so well for me. You’re taking me so well. You want to stop? That pretty pussy is so fragile, huh? I think you can take it. She takes a beating well.”

Pope makes it worse when he holds your jaw, the pads of his fingers pressed into your cheeks as he forces your eyes to him to continue speaking. Every thrust makes you want to roll your eyes back into your skull which you’re swiftly reprimanded for.

“Unh unh, sweet girl. I know, I know it’s so good. You’re gonna make me cum if you keep sounding like that. Yeah? That what you want?” His lip curled, his expression twisting into something else entirely.

How could you not paw at him when he had the free time?

bromygosh

N it's sooo cute...he's all pink in the face, lips swollen from where you two had been sharing kisses on your couch, eyes pleading for more, his labored breath coming in hot puffs against your face as he refuses to ask when he clearly wants it... doesn't even cross his mind that he can ask, really.

"Andy~" You murmur all sweet from where you'd been sitting pretty in his lap, your arms slung around his neck like you own him. "Don't you wanna touch me, baby?"

Because, see, you're awfully touchy about big, brawny Pope. You have been since the moment you got together, driving him fucking crazy with your coy touches and caresses. One of your hands busies itself cards through his auburn curls, the other fiddling with the top button of his shirt, loving the way he's riling himself up so quick at some kisses and touches. The way his hips buck up in short, aborted thrusts and his breath stutters something awful when you plant slow, lipgloss sticky kisses up his jaw.

N poor, sweet, shy Pope who's thick cock is twitching and leaking pre under your ass, who's hands are itching to grab at you and flip you over the arm of the couch, who's so loyal to you that he'd rather bust his pants untouched than risk scaring you with an unwanted touch, grunting out in that low monotone voice of his "You never said I can.." all shakey n a bit pitched...😋

Oh and when you give the go ahead, more than eager to have his rough paws on you? Best believe he's taking handfuls, straight grabbing. Gripping both your asscheeks like they're gold, squeezing n kneading, pushing your panties to the side so he can get to the good stuff immediately. Delights in hearing your moans in his ear as he guides you to grind against his throbbing length, teeth itching bad to sink into the soft flesh of your shoulder as his body starts to buzz so he settles for sloppy, open mouthed smooches instead...fingers dug so deep in your soft thighs that you'll definitely be seeing purple finger bruises for daysss after.

makes you breakfast, making sure that his brothers who are waking up and walking around the kitchen don’t go near his room to disturb your sleep.

drives you to work, watches you walk in the building and stays in the parking lot the entire time. hates leaving to go piss, but you always come out for your lunch break, sharing your sandwich (that he made) with him.

Jack Abbott loves a capable woman

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 “

“Hi, Sammy.”

Sammy sighs when he sees your outfit, the tight white tank top pulled low enough to show off your leopard print bra and your short denim skirt. “Hi.”

You lean up on the counter next to him, pushing your elbows together to show off your cleavage. “How’s your shift going?”

He rubs his brow, looking away from you with determination. “Stressful,” he bites out.

I’m a firm believer that on more than one occasion, he has met up with his brothers with your lipstick kiss marks on his cheeks

oh my god this is so friggin’ cute, yes!

working on ironing out the money before a job, and of course pope is literally just watching deran do it. naturally, as per usual, he’s unhappy with deran’s progress— muttering “ya creased it.” or “‘s not hot enough, bro, turn it up.” deran’s pushing his hair out of his eyes, lifting his head to bitch out his older brother when he spots it.

the prettiest pink, sticky pout stamped onto pope’s cheek. it’s glittery in the minimal light of the garage, and deran has to pull his lips in so he doesn’t laugh in andrew’s face… he knows how that’d end. “you got uh- somethin’,” deran tries, pointer finger making a hook motion at his cheek and nodding.

“what?” andrew spits, “what are you talking about?” he changes his stance, putting weight on his back foot with his arms crossed. his brows furrow further, confused and pouting in annoyance.

deran weighs his options: tell pope his girl left lipstick marks on his cheek and risk needing a ct scan, or just… let it be. “nope-no it’s… nothin. can you just, leave me the fuck alone so i can… finish, please?” he reasons, looking back down at his work, satisfied he bought himself another night without a black eye.

craig, on the other hand, is not so lucky. he strides in the room with his beer and chips, protective goggles atop of his head as he gawks at andrew. “oh shit, what stripper branded you pope?”

how he grabs and looks at her is so gentle yet so intense !!!! NEED THAT