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pope cody x gf!reader

a/n: okay i cannot believe my last one did as well as it did! please feel free to send asks and comment! hearing what the people want is super helpful to me for coming up with what to write... otherwise it is completely self indulgent like this one (dividers by @/uzmacchiato !) (btw i used an em dash.) (it was not chatgpt) (i just didnt want anyone to get jumpscared by it ) (ai could neva write this poorly...) (take THAT)

a/n: first time writing for pope!!! eek i haven't written in months... hope this isn't too bad! (dividers by @/uzmacchiato !! <3)

bf!pope cody who... stays within a 6 foot radius of his girl at all times. you go to the grocery store? he's right behind you with every step. at a party? his hands haven't left your body. even when you get up in the middle of the night for water. you fill up the cup and turn to grab a straw when youre met by the great wall of pope.

"jesus, andrew. scared the shit out of me."

"why'd you get out of bed?" when it's glaringly obvious that you were getting water.

"i was thirsty. any other questions, Sherlock?"

he mumbles under his breath before taking your hand and holding it while you drink your water.

bf!pope cody who... is overly clingy. this kinda goes with the first one, but i mean!!!!!! he has no concept of personal space god love him :( he is always always always touching you, and when he can't, hes blowing up your phone.

⟶Where are you?

im in the kitchen

⟶Come back to bed.

pope im in my kitchen... like at my house

⟶Oh.

⟶Come back

and of course you do go over because who are you to deprive him of what he needs?!

bf!pope cody who... knows exactly how to get what he wants. he knows all he has to do is use his pathetic little puppy eyes to get anything. it worked on smurf growing up, so he learned to naturally employ it in his regular life as well. this leads to many days spent bickering about stupid stuff in the grocery store, at which point he gets quiet and he looks at you with those shiny eyes and... how did that end up in the cart? oh pathetic puppy eyed man you are so special to me

after your first date with abbot, you’ve barely made it home before he sends you a text saying he had a great time and he’d love to see you again, possibly this week if you’re free. he lays his cards out on the table and it’s a massive turn on for you.

the next day, when your paths cross during shift handover, he pulls you to the side and gives you a suggestive smile, “that restaurant i was telling you about? they had a spot open up for saturday. what do you think?”

“i’d love to,” you respond, trying to hide your growing smile. “could grab a drink after?”

“you’re speaking my language.” he says, already texting the owner that he’ll take the table.

“i gotta check on this guy in twelve and then i’m getting out of here, but i filled in my charts in case you need any context.”

“cool,” he nods. “any plans tonight?”

“hot date with my yoga mat and my bed by nine.”

“sexy,” jack grins. “i’ll be thinking of you in many positions.”

“jack!” you laugh, your face growing warm.

“have a good night,” he tells you once his laughter has subsided. “text me when you get home, okay?”

“i will.” he squeezes your hand gently before leaving to see what shen needs him for.

content warnings .ᐟ SMUT. mdni! dom!jack abbot, free use, use of pet names

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the way you’ll be making a pot of coffee after slipping out of bed, not wanting to wake jack after he’d finally gotten a day off, but he’ll be behind you with his hands in your hips, pressing his lips to your neck five minutes later.

“morning, baby,” he’d rasp, his hard cock pressing against your bottom through his thin pajama pants. like every other morning, you already saw where this was going.

“jack,” you whined with a giggle, pressing the button on the coffee machine to start its brewing. “it’s too early.”

“never too early, honey,” jack said. you didn’t have to turn to know he was already freeing his dick from his boxers, ready to repeat what was now your morning ritual. he pulled your nightgown up slowly to reveal the sweetest sight—no underwear.

“can’t expect me to behave when you dress like this, baby,” jack grunted. without another word, he’d slip inside your needy pussy and fill you to the brim, caging you in with his hands on either side of the counter. “now you have to take it.”

he is trying to show robby something about a motorcycle he saw the other day. slow swiping fingers on his screen as he tries his best to make out each image without pulling out his readers. he takes too long of a pause, a blown up photo of you in skimpy lingerie, spread across his bed leaving little to the imagination. jack doesn't rush to swipe away, having momentarily forgotten what he was doing.

"jack–" robby groans looking anywhere but the screen knowing this image will flash in his mind the next time he see's you.

"right! sorry... she looks great, doesn't she?" jack says looking over his shoulder at robby.

daryl dixon would absolutely call his girl “bambi.”

not because it’s cute. because it makes sense.

he notices movement before faces, footsteps before voices. he’d clock immediately that she couldn’t make it twenty feet through the woods without catching a root, stumbling over a log, or snapping enough sticks underfoot to send every deer running.

the first time, “stumblin’ around with two left feet like bambi. gon’ get us killed.” brushing past her.

as time passes, i can just hear him shaking his head with that little half-smirk and going, “c’mere, bambi.”

it just sticks.

But then towards the end of the movie when the unexpected sad ending comes- he feels your breath slow, small pauses in between as your eyes lock on the screen and he's rubbing up and down your sternum as he pulls you in closer and lets you wipe the subtle tear on his sleeve. Kissing the top of your head as his other hand grabs the remote to turn off the credits.

"s' okay sweet girl, just a movie yeah? C'mere what's wrong, hm?"

And he's rubbing your skin up and down softly trying to soothe you but you keep tearing up and talking about how sad the ending was— he can't fully understand why a movie is making you so emotional but he still wants to make sure his pretty girl is okay :(

! mdni !

earlier, deran had said “it's 'cause pope’s scary as shit. have you seen his stare??” but you think your boyfriend is sweet! and you love the way he looks at you. how could anyone find him scary??

when pope finally does show up, he sees you dancing like it’s your last day on earth in the worlds tiniest bikini. he also sees all the douchebags staring at you while practically drooling. he grimaces, marching straight towards you.

you light up when you see him, running to jump into his arms with a sweet squeal of his name. he catches you with ease, your legs wrap around him tightly and he tastes the alcohol on your lips as you pepper kisses to his mouth. he grips your ass cheek with one large hand to further stake his claim on you in front of all the guys staring. “hi sweetheart.”

“missed you sooo much,” you sigh before pouting, “no one will talk to me.” pope can't even fake sympathy. a territorial sense of satisfaction washes over him knowing that everyone knows you’re his. the smirk spreads on his face and you swat at his shoulder.

“it’s not funny, andy! i was so lonely without you here that i was about to start offering blowjobs just for some conversation.” popes mouth thins, his humor instantly snuffed out by possessiveness.

“that’s not fucking funny,” his voice rough and his grip on your ass tightening. you giggle and run your fingers through his curls, “i’m kiddinggg, andy.” rubbing your nose against his before whispering, “the only cock i choke on is yours.” popes eyes widen at your crude words, “you’re very drunk.”

you hum happily and plant some more kisses to cheeks and nose, “soo drunk.” batting your lashes then sucking his bottom lip into your mouth before releasing it with a wet *pop*, “might even be drunk enough to let you fuck my mouth.”

what is the one accessory you refuse to leave the house without?

i'll go first! i won't go out without my jade bangle on 💟