✧ PERFECT ANGEL ✧

Two of my favorite European actors 🤤 they are so fine like they're literally perfection I need to eat them so bad.

In nearly every Pope Cody fan fiction, he comes home from a job — mad, red with anger — and in need of someone to take it out on. Reader is there, and is always being used to make him better. He’ll pull their hair, jackhammer, slap and bite and tug. And there’s nothing wrong with that! I love those fics down.

But I’ve been thinking after I saw a Tumblr post saying Andrew would not want to be dominant. He wouldn’t want to be called 'daddy' and wouldn’t want to be rough. Especially after being in positions where girls have asked him to 'use them.'

So what if Andrew Cody actually comes home, furious and heaving, but instead of pushing reader onto the bed and fucking out his anger, he’ll ask for them to be soft with him? He would enter the room they share, gently grab their face with trembling hands, and ask them to ride him. Maybe he’d want them to tug his hair, or paw at his chest. But he wouldn’t flip them over and have his way, or pounding into them. His way in these scenarios is whining, begging reader to fuck him. He likes it when they’re either on top, or when they’re tucked into his chest and he’s pushing into them from the back. In this spooning position, he’ll probably cradle their face in his hot hands and just maybe have them suck his thumb.

And he’ll probably enjoy it if they call him "Andrew" in a soothing tone.

hi… yes. you text dennis saying you wanna try something new, and send him pictures of two pairs of lacy panties, one with blue stripes and a tiny bow to match and another that’s transparent pink with dainty flowers all over, telling him to pick one. he’s already losing his mind picturing you in them, says you’d look beautiful in both. but you tell him no, they’re not for you, theyre for him. the poor boy is so confused, asks you what you mean… guesses if he had to pick, it’d be the blue ones…

you have them delivered to his place (which trinity doesn’t see, thankfully) and when you come over the next time, you find him sat on his knees on the bed, naked, donning the new gift you got him.

he’d be soo flustered :( just imagining the raging blush on his cheeks that travels all the way down to his chest. d-do you like it? he’d stutter out, barely meeting your eyes. oh, my baby. i love it. my pretty boy. you’d coo, rubbing him over the thin fabric that already has a large wet spot from his pre leaking.

he’d whine so loud, head buried in your neck as he mumbles about how unfair it is that you’re fully dressed. your hand strokes his cock under his panties, running your thumb along his sensitive tip to hear the sharp gasp he lets out in response.

a-ah- ‘m gonna end up making a mess! please, just let me take these off-

shh, no. don’t worry about that right now, den. i’ll get you new ones. you wanna try the pink ones next time, right?

y-yeah, fuck, please. wanna look pretty, wanna be good, all on display for you- haah, ‘m cumming, im cumming! he whines out, coating your hand and his panties with spurts of his sticky release <3