kermit

“not really in the mood for a blowjob but thanks.”

18+

okay i LOVE this. all the cody brothers take turns going to the garage to get stitched up by you, pope always in the corner, watching, waiting his turn. in the beginning, you would always check in, asking if he needed to be seen by you first--but he would just shake his head, gesturing to craig on the table, "n-no i can wait. get him fixed up first."

his brothers caught on before he did, knowing pope wanted to sit in while you tended to them, to keep an eye on you, be closer to you. pope's got a little crush n they totally tease him about it.

pope always waits to be patched up last--wanting you to take your time with him, without any sort of interruption. you know that he's stalling, normally a couple little cuts and bruises would take minutes to tend to--but you know he likes a little fussing from you. closes his eyes, sighing when you put your fingers on his eyebrow cut, softly placing a bandage there, whispering, "all cleaned up."

one night he comes home with his arm marred, blood dripping off of him as he holds it, stumbling onto the nearby stool to sit down. you're in the middle of treating deran, gasping as you run over to him, "andrew! oh my god--this looks bad. i have to treat that now."

peeling his arm away from his body, he grunts, wincing as you take a closer look, insisting that he's fine and that you can finish up with deran. his eyes look a bit wild, probably from the shock of the pain, so you take your hand and place it on his cheek, turning his face to yours, making eye contact. "andy-- you have to let me treat this, okay? it's sweet you don't want to interrupt me but this is a priority."

he blinks, eyes flicking to where your hand meets his face, features softening. "okay?" you whisper one more time to him as deran moves, knocking something over in his attempt to leave you two alone. pope flinches, growling almost as he barks at deran, "get. out!"

shrugging your shoulders and forming a wince when you see the officer sammy bryant rolling up to your window. eyes squinted shut a bit at "okaaaay, license and registration."

when he finally gets a good look at you, he's cooing "baby... what the fuck? this is a 30, you were doing 45. what's the rush princess? whatsa matter?"

you're pleased to find out that crying does, indeed, still get you out of a ticket. you're hyperventilating as sammy watches, "shh, shhh okay, okay honey c'mon outta the car."

he opens the door for you, helping you stand up and hugging you, a gentle rock back n forth as he tuts into your hair "gotta be careful baby, you're precious cargo, you know that? huh?" sammy holds you for a few more minutes, big soothing hand running down your back to help even your breaths. you never did like getting in trouble, and it's even worse when you disappoint him.

after a few minutes and a call over the radio, sammy pulls back with thumbs rubbing at your arms. he meets your eye level, putting on that soft dominant voice you love so much, "now get your pretty lil ass back in the car, drive home- slowly now, okay? and go lay down for a little, you're too worked up sweetheart. i'll be home soon, kay? okay baby? alright.. g'head" tapping your butt as you get back in the car, closing the door for you on the way.

this is beautiful ♡ love me some rough pope

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pope's got you on your back, fucking you with your legs over his shoulders, his grip on your ankles. he's so focused on the way his cock slides in and out of you, your cum making a creamy ring around the base of his cock. fuck--you're so hot. n it feels so good, you can't help yourself when your back is arching off the bed, moaning so loud the neighbors can probably hear. everybody is home, and while pope doesn't really give a fuck, he doesn't want everyone to hear his girl in this vulnerable state.

you're so fucked out, practically crying with how good his cock feels, wringing orgasm after orgasm out of you--when you feel a sting on your clit, watching pope slap you, grunting, "shut up. you want everyone to hear you?"

your back bows, a gasp escaping your lips that turns into a drawn out moan at the pain, "pope, fuck!" he slaps you again, leaning down to rest his chest against yours, whispering in your ear, "can't listen, can you? too fucked out?" he lifts back up, hips keep pounding into your pussy, driving you towards another orgasm as he brings his hand down again, causing you to squirt all over him.

you're mewling, crying out to him as he watches with wide eyes, nostrils flaring when he sees what a mess you've made. he fucks you slower, leaning back down, cooing in your ear as he moves your hair from your face, being so so tender, "aww, fuck--baby. 'm sorry, you feel good? made a mess on my cock, you liked that? so pretty."

“grandma smurf just says ‘time for school!’”

…”you need a watch!”

omg i need him so bad…. this is giving dbf!jack whos letting his facial hair grow out a little and i need to feel that on my pussy 😋

i started sobbing 💔

it is that serious i fear