Riding Saturns Rings

he and snoopy are twinning

im obsessed with pope cody that spoils wife!reader rotten.

a pretty diamond ring? you got it. big vintage fur coats? you go it. clothes? money? wanna get your nails done? buy cotton sheets for your shared bedroom and house decorations you two don’t need? you got it.

he loves seeing you happy and fulfilled so his whole life mission is now spoiling his beautiful partner. he wants to give you something he never felt: security.

no matter how many gifts, how expensive they are and how many times he suprised you, he’ll always be awkward about it, never fully confident in his pleasing ability since it was never really praised by anyone.

you…like it? i got it for you but we can return it if you don’t andrew says quietly with his puppy eyes on your face always expecting a punch to his hopes as he holds the box with a necklace you said you liked a month ago

andy… you could give me a leaf and i would still love it, of course i like it you whisper holding his sweet face, and kissing it all over sweetly, his cheeks, nose, corner of his mouth. put it on me? pretty please? you pout as little joke as he hangs the delicate necklace around your neck locking it with a small almost imperceptible smile.

i might get myself an A pendant… you know to wear your initial around my neck you say quite shy for someone that shares a whole house with him for a few years now.

he can’t help but kiss you, a tender kiss full of love, admiration and a quiet thank you for loving me exactly the way i am.

Pope Cody?

In a backwards hat?

he enjoys a nice intimate moment. just simply watching the animal documentary you put on for him. his arm on the back of the couch with you tucked against his side, and a big blanket over both of you.

watching the brainless starfish move across the ocean floor with a large shadow of a scuba diver casted over top of it, little crustaceans and plants buried into the sand the starfish is moving on.

you don’t mind it. if anything you find it cute that he prefers animal documentaries to literally anything else on tv. but seemingly every second that starfish takes to move it’s body to a new place, you’re on the move as well. lifting your hand to trail up Andrew’s stomach to his chest.

he obviously doesn’t say anything. but they’re is a slight twitch of his jaw when you first place your fingers on his belly. trailing further up until your playing with the small barley even scruff on his chin. he’s slow to react just gets a little tense then eases up again not moving his body in any way, just his eyes.

“whatrya doin’?” he mumbles out in an almost whisper

“nothing.” you say with a slight shoulder shrug, he’ll never understand that. you’re very obviously doing something why can’t you just tell him what you’re doing instead of being all secretive like it’s some big deal.

he gives a slight frown then looks back at the tv. once your sure he’s locked into the screen again you speak

“can i have a kiss?” it’s a common question throw out in this house.

he nods slightly then turns his head just barley to you because of how close you were and tilts his beck down. meeting your soft lips for more than a few seconds, pulling back with a slight smirk tugging at his lips, then turning his attention back to the tv. he’s so awkward even after all this time.

you just let out a sigh, causing him to turn his attention back to you, yet again.

“hmm?” tilting his head like a confused little puppy dog, and with those eyes? he could actually be mistaken for one.

“nothing, honey. you just watch your show.” acting like you’re not plotting anything.

two seconds later you make your move on him. sitting up, tossing the blanket of the both of you and straddling his lap. he’s all confused about what you’re doing. he thought it was just gonna be a normal evening.

you place your hands on both of his cheeks, squishing then together slightly to make a duck face out of him, then craning down with a slight tilt of your head and kissing him again, and again until he eventually melts. letting his hands lift and rest onto your hips.

continuing to kiss, lick, and even nibble at his face. he’s eventually loosened up enough to the point his thumb is making soft circles into soft fabric of your shorts covering your hip, and he’s letting out small little hums into your mouth.

you get to the point your hands are trailing up and down his chest and tummy and neck and just all over him. he’s all loose and ready to do anything you ask or tell him.

you seal the deal with one big wet one then pull back with wet, puffy, red lips and look down at him with a soft little smile. “can we go to bed now?”

he nods very casually, grabs the remote, turns the tv off then hoists you up with him. legs wrapped around his waist, arms around his shoulders, one of his arms going to hold under your ass so he can keep a good grip on you, while the other is free in order to turn off some lights on the way towards the end of the hallway.

plopping you down onto the bed. discarding his shirt and pants, folding them up neatly then tossing them into his hamper. you completely doing the opposite by tearing off every thread of clothing on you and piling it up in the corner of the room for later.

he’s ever so gentle as he climbs onto the mattress, springs squeaking at his weight. cautious of you underneath him as he leans down for a kiss. met with a slow warmness from your mouth, and your arms wrap around his shoulders for a close hug.

leaning into it as he eventually gets his hard cock inserted into your already wet pussy. a squelching sound paired with a soft little moan from him. almost heavenly.

he’s patient with slow shallow thrusts. it’s the way he prefers and you wouldn’t change it for the world. you get to hold him in your arms and softly kiss him while also having him inside you.

when you climax you tense up and cease all movement other than digging your nails into his shoulders, then letting out a big huff of air when you cum. you share a smile with him before a sloppy kiss is made and he pulls out.

he doesn’t want to overstimulate you tonight. he grabs a towel lying on the bathroom counter before returning to you to clean up the mess.

synopsis: Your boyfriend is really really pent up after a fight and needs a little stress relief. Would you help him out? :(

cw: blurb, nsfw (dirty talk, manhandling, unprotected p in v, creampie, prone position, asphyxiation by pope’s fat ass, he has you in a chokehold, but do not actually choke), s4 beefed up pope, smurf mentioned ONCE

You sunk into the soft cushion of the sunbed, one of many splayed across the backyard at the Cody's. Yet, you were not in fact sunbathing, but quietly admiring the naked back of your stupidly handsome boyfriend. Slightly tanned skin, peppered with irregular freckles, glistering under California's scorching sun – the toned muscles of Pope’s body shifted under his skin as he worked hard in the garden. 

You chewed onto your lower lip, getting all worked up just from the sight of him. 

Since Pope had taken another “side gig”, he had gained some healthy weight and muscle mass. Despite still being rough on the edges, having some unfinished business with Smurf, you found Pope even more pleasant to cling to. With your presence nearby, he instantly turns softer, gentler, more aware of his physical strength.

Your Andrew. 

pope has been out all day on a job for smurf, and he’s completely exhausted. he’s spent the whole day fighting and getting his hands dirty, and right now all he really wants is to be with his girl.

when he walks into your room, he finds you curled up in bed, already asleep. you look so soft, so pretty for him, he can’t help but crawl in next to you and kiss you awake. his lips trail along your neck and up to your ear, so he can whisper, “hey, baby, i’m home.”

it takes a few moments, but eventually you stir, your bleary eyes squinting at him as they focus. “oh… hi andy…” you tug him closer and close your eyes, already falling back asleep. “missed you…”

pope smiles, “yeah, missed you too, sweetheart.” he pulls the blankets away slowly to find you in just his t-shirt and a pair of thin panties. they’re already wet. “oh, you did miss me, didn’t you?”

you hide your face in his neck, “mhm…” while his hand trails up to your inner thighs. you let out a gasp and start to shut them but he murmurs, “no, baby, it’s okay. just wanna play a bit, yeah?” this just makes you more shy, but he pushes gently, “i’ll go slow, promise. just wanna feel you…”

you don’t stop him, so he plays with you a bit, just like he said he would. just gently rubbing over your panties, getting you ready for him.

MDNI 18+

He’s sitting on the red couch watching a nature documentary while the party grows louder and more crowded. He’s got a little mirror propped up on the side table that’s angled out back, just to keep an eye on you.

You’re stumbling in, giggling at something. Standing in the doorway your red eyes scan the house, until they land on him and you hiccup and smile. Making your way to him all sultry, walking like a model and giving him a spin, to which you stumble again at. You’re standing in front of him now, turning back to the TV, “what ya watching?” You slur out softly, moving to climb into his lap.

He murmurs the name of the documentary and lifts you by the waist to help settle you in his lap. You squeak a little at it and bury your face in his neck. Breath hot against his skin as you breathe him in, smiling. “Looked every where for you” you whine, placing a soft kiss there which makes his Adam’s apple bobble in his throat.

“Yeah?” He croaks out, praying you don’t feel his cock hardening in his jeans. You hum and nod against his shoulder, kissing at his neck a little more. “Just wanted my Andy” you whisper into his ear, kissing it and nibbling his earlobe. Pope lets out a shaky breath and lets his eyes fall shut for a second, big hands squeezing at your sides.

“Love you s’ much Andy” you whisper, pulling back and running your fingers through his hair. You fall just a little too far back making him move and catch your back, which in return makes you giggle, leaning your head back. He’s pulling you into him, running his nose alone the vein in your neck and sniffing hard. “Love you to angel.” He whispers against your skin.

“M’ sleepy” you mumble, grabbing at his curls while his face stays on your neck. “Yeah?” He whispers and even in your drunken state you feel yourself squirm a little at his low voice. You swallow and nod.

“Let’s get you to bed then” he says lowly, picking you up effortlessly, moving to his room and opening the door to some randoms making out on the bed. He gives a firm nod to the door and they scramble out, cheeks pink in embarrassment. He lays you down softly and covers you up, kissing your forehead and turning.

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 :(

tw: emotional cheating // divider: @/petalpxl

wc: 1.2k

...on his sexy single neighbor that just moved in next-door to him and Tammi again and how just your presence has tormented this poor man day and night ever since.

it's not like he sees you that often. he started work pretty early and you did a pretty good job at mostly keeping to yourself, but the glimpses he did catch were enough to make him feel all flustered and ashamed of himself and his helplessly wandering eye.

because he can just tell you're trouble. you, in your sparkly flip flops and stupid cropped tube tops that let your tummy pudge peek over the hem of your too short denim miniskirt, plump ass bouncing and thigh fat jiggling as you walked your mean little dog (who hated Sammy with a passion); without a care in the world that he could see your chubby lovehandles begging to be squeezed or your perky nipples poking through your shirt. because of course you'd go braless, and of course Sammy looked despite him trying his best to ignore you and be a good husband.

Sammy Bryant was a weak little man who's eyes betrayed him any time you were around, really. zeroing in on any bit of exposed flesh you have busting out your tiny little outfits.

flirting @ work HCs

a/n - hehehe I love coworker scenarios with Sammy lolol <3

16+ | cw: flirting, kissing, cheating

Flirting on the job with Sammy is so easy

It either catches him off guard, or it has him blushing and kicking the ground lowkey

He’s just not used to it; he’s been with Tammi so long that he’d basically forgotten what it was like to be wanted, to feel that rush when someone is paying attention to you

He liked that feeling, so he tried to be as close to you as possible when the chance presented itself. He’d do things for you just to hear some praise or some form of flirtation.

So, that meant coming into work with freshly printed cases with your name on them, a donut was always saved for you, and somehow, whenever you needed coffee, it would already be in your hand

It’s not long after that Sammy got back into the swing of things. Sure, he felt a little guilt when he got home and look at Tammi, but just for a little bit at work, he could forget about her and just focus on you

So he started flirting back, he could bat his own eyelashes too damnit, and boy did he. A few winks, a couple of innuendoes, and a whole lotta Sammy being himself, it gotta get under your skin quicker than you’d like to admit

Just like some budding office romance, you’d nudge each other's shoulders, chuckle in each other's ears; the whole precinct hates you by your first year in

It’s only when a retirement party comes along that you guys realize how slippery easy flirting can be

Drinks had been firing off for hours, at this point you couldn’t remember who was even retiring, it wasn’t even your department somebody knew someone, and somehow you found yourself here with the rest of the precinct drunk off your ass

That's when you see Sammy, leaning up against the bar, Nate jabbing him in the side for a joke while he took a swing of his beer.

As cliché as it is, after your eyes met, you’d slowly made yourselves closer to each other within the next ten minutes or so, basically orbiting around one another before finally crashing in to each other side by side.

“Well, lookey here, the old guard let you out of the house late, huh?” You joked, knocking his shoulder and sipping your cocktail, watching the way his eyes found your lips almost immediately after wrapping them around your drink straw

“Of course, she knew I had to come see my work wife.” He winked, giving you a side hug, which he held on for a little longer than necessary, taking a deep breath to breathe you all in, heady perfume still fresh and the soft smell that was all you

You were just as guilty, almost turning your head into his armpit, catching a whiff of aftershave and his mahogany deodorant that you basically wanted to bathe yourself with.

You spent the next hour or so just like that, basically glued to each other's sides, more drinking, more jokes, and more flirting.

When things got a little too heated for you, you found yourself outside attempting to steel your nerves with a cigarette, but you got exactly three puffs in before Sammy came out to shake them all up again.

“You look gorgeous tonight. I like seeing you like this.” It was genuine; everything he ever said was, but this right now, with no joking mannerisms following it up or any cheeky smiles, it was as real as it could get.

You looked over with a soft smile on your face, heart already in your throat but trying to play it off cool, just like you had all night.

“You flatter me, Bryant.” Walking over, you offer him the cigarette, and for a second he eyed it, looking at it like it was the most treasured thing in the world; and to him it was. He didn’t smoke, but it had touched your lips, and that thought alone made him want to do anything to feel as close to that as possible.

So he reaches for it, brushing your hand softly before bringing it up to his lips to puff. It’s harsher than he remembered, almost eight years since the last time he’d smoked, but still, the rush was the courage he needed in this moment.

Because when he brought the cigarette back down, he didn’t hand it back to you; no, he flicked it off to the side. Walking slowly til he had you pressed up against the brick wall of the dive bar you guys were outside of. There was no hiding it either. People were everywhere, cars driving in and out of the parking lot, and most of all, the neon bar sign right above them, with a blinking arrow as if to point them out to anyone who couldn’t already see you two.

You’d like to say it was him who kissed you first, but you know it wasnt. Your hands already scrabbling in his hair before your eyes closed to kiss him. He loved it, taking in every second of it and lining it up for more, pulling you up to wrap around him as he held you against the wall.

It was desperate, it was frenzied, and maybe even a little awkward with how much alcohol you’d both had tonight, but most of it was fun and comfortable, which made sense—

025. kidnap

warnings . . . curse words, grinding, lewd conversation, kidnapping????? unserious ofc, is reader overreacting? maybe but u know the drill. want to point out that it’s been a two week timeskip from the cabin/cath coming back. it may seem like the plot shifted but it’s coming…… mwahahahaha

authors note . . . okay.. well.. hi… love you. tell me ur thoughts and I love you and did I tell you I love you also wait.. they’re being vague cause they’re gonna do criminal stuff… not drunk LOL I just don’t want to rework this LMAOAOA

"just enjoy it sammy, let me love on you a bit, hm?" kissing at his thighs through his dress pants and he's trembling. pawing at the back of your head and nodding frantically. "sammy, just focus, okay?" "fuck, fuck okay. don't-stop talking or i'm gonna cum."

Andrew Pope Cody

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• no one in the family knows how the two of you met, or when either of you got together, you just kinda showed up one day and didn’t leave…

• you hardly ever smiled, unless it was to pope (who you lovingly called andrew) and even then it was tiny smiles.

• everytime craig or baz would try and mess around with you, all they’d get back was a big eyed stare that would creep them out and they’d back off (pope secretly thinks it’s funny)

• one day craig and deran came home to the two of you taking over the living room. pope was sitting on the couch, nature documentary on, and you were sat on the floor between his feet. a gathering of tools sat neatly around you on the coffee table as you held a dead butterfly, carefully pinning its wings to some styrofoam

“what the fuck is that?” craig furrowed his brow as he came over, looking down over your shoulder at what you were doing. “entomology.” pope muttered, glancing down to see you hyper focused on pinning the orange insect down. craig looked even more confused, looking for deran but not finding him anywhere.

“bug taxidermy.” you said monotonously, taking pins between your fingers and pressing the sharp edge down into the pieces of parchment you had covered the wings with. “found her in the flower bed.”

“uh… nice.” craig rushed out of the living room and went to hide with deran.

• pope and his weird girlfriend that communicate through looks and grunts, no words spoken between them whatsoever some days

• the two of you don’t really sleep… up at odd hours of the night… sometimes just wondering around in the dark… you often scare the other members of the house if they are up only to see you, or pope, or the both of you just standing there (you think it’s funny)

• you also have ocd just like your boyfriend, things have to be a certain way… your way. and sometimes that leads to you and pope having little arguments about how things should be placed/ how things should be done, but your little spats never last long

• craig and deran had stopped by your house exactly one time looking for pope bc they hadn’t seen him in days and wanted to make sure he was still alive…. let’s just say they never came back after seeing creepy taxidermy animals all over the place (it didn’t help that you were brushing your raccoon lamp, its beady little eyes staring right into their souls)

• you often like to scare baz bc he’s an absolute dickhead to women and his own daughter,, so sometimes you just randomly show up at his house (he doesn’t even know how you got his address), creepily sit in the corner of lena’s room while she plays and stare at him, or come up behind him when he’s least expecting it, or just saying some odd shit to weird him out

• craig and deran like you surprisingly, you remind them so much of their older brother in certain aspects and they think the two of you are a match made in… they don’t know where, not heaven or hell, perhaps somewhere in between… baz doesn’t like you too much (and part of it’s bc he can’t charm you like he can with other women) plus he thinks your creepy. j knows to keep his distance, but whenever nicky’s around she thinks you’re odd, but cool

• pope and his weird girlfriend that like to sleep naked sometimes and not for any sexual reasons (well only sometimes lol) but for skin to skin contact, wanting to be as close together as possible (you want to be so close to him that you nearly constrict around him like a snake and your nails dig into his back but he doesn’t mind)

• the other family members often find the two of you just staring at one another. like a silent conversation was flowing between the two of you. then you’d smile, laugh softly like he had said something funny (the others are soooo confused by your dynamic)

• pope and his weird girlfriend that shockingly go crazy in the bedroom since they’re so quiet and monotone everywhere else,,, craig had only found out when he went snooping in their room only to find a pair of black fuzzy handcuffs stuffed in a drawer next to their bed and was like ‘??? what the fuck???’ and ran to tell deran who didn’t want to hear a thing about it

• you have a thing with bugs and other sorts of creepy crawlies. you will catch every single moth that flies into the house, attracted by the light over the island in the kitchen, pope will even lift you so you can grab them and put them back outside. you obviously don’t care to pick up dead bugs. you tease pope sometimes with the worms you pick up from the flower beds.

you once came up behind craig, saying ‘i have something for you’ only for him to nearly jump a hundred feet in the air when he seen the giant wolf spider that took over your whole palm. you gave him a little smirk as he flipped out, finding it hilarious

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i will be making a part twoooowoowooo

Reader actually appreciates him looking at her as a human not just her body because he’s talking to her about his life and how his ex wife is a piece of shit.

And readers just so confused how a man like Sammy Bryant could possibly be single because to her he seems like a great guy.

So when to contract ends, reader gives him her number and he’s like ‘oh you have to book me through a private company’

Reader genuinely can’t get over the fact he could possibly be that dense and she has to explain to him she wants him to come to her next modeling show because she likes him.

That’s the story of how Sammy Bryant landed a VS model as a girlfriend, yet no one at the station quite believes him until she brings him lunch one day and absolutely dotes on him in front of everyone.