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Pope Cody would wrangle you into bed and then distract you enough to get your phone from your hands.
Pope Cody would cuddle in odd positions to prevent either of you from getting too hot, but also put just enough of his weight on you for your body to get the memo that its chill time.
Pope Cody would eat a few fruit gummies and then when you ask for one would gives you a melatonin gummy. If you say anything about the flavor, he just shrugs and says, "bag must be getting old." (He hates the texture of gummies btw)
Pope Cody would listen to you babble about anything and everything to let your brain tire itself out before saying, "it's okay, you can sleep now," when you can't keep your eyes open anymore.
Pope Cody would do all this just to then stay awake all night and watch you sleep. Maybe getting an hour here and there when he manages to feel at peace enough with you safe in his arms.
... Long story short, I need a Pope Cody to get me to go to sleep when my body is sending every signal it can that I'm exhausted, but ADHD keeps my brain on and hunting for dopamine.
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How does Shawn manage to keep his tiddies so firm yet somehow marshmallow-looking? Like every time a variation of the shirtless Abbot gif/gifset pops up, I just wanna bitebitebite chewchewchew nomnomnom!
point of view. ⸝⸝ since being released from prison, pope has been so needy
pope’s hands tremble as they grip your hips, pulling you down onto the creaky bed in the chateau like he’s afraid you’ll vanish if he lets go. since they let him out, he’s been like this; so starved, desperate, every touch like it’s the first real one in years. his breath shakes against your neck, hot and uneven, a soft whimper slipping from his lips as he presses open mouthed kisses down your collarbone.
“i missed this,” he breathes, voice cracking. his mouth trails lower, frantic and wet, kissing every inch of your chest like he’s memorizing you. his fingers dig into your skin, not hard enough to hurt but enough to show how bad he needs it, how starved he really is. another whimper escapes him when your hands slide into his hair, and he arches into it, hips grinding against your thigh.
he kisses down your stomach, lips brushing your ribs, your belly, then lower, tongue flicking out like he can’t get enough of your taste. “please… let me,” he mumbles between kisses, voice wrecked and needy. his breath hitches hard when you spread your legs for him, and he buries his face there instantly, moaning softly against your heat. his tongue works slow at first, savoring, but hunger takes over quick, lapping, sucking, whimpering with every little sound you make.
pope’s whole body shakes as he climbs back up, kissing your thighs, your hips, your breasts again, like he can’t stop. he doesn’t rush, instead he just keeps touching you slowly, kissing, whimpering your name like a prayer. “been so long… i need you so bad,” he gasps, breath shaky as he finally sinks into you, slow and deep, eyes fluttering shut with a broken moan.
he moves like he’s drowning in you, hips stuttering, mouth never leaving your skin, kissing your shoulders, your jaw, your lips in messy, desperate presses. every thrust pulls another soft whimper from him, his hands roaming everywhere, touching, gripping, like he’s making up for every empty day behind bars. “don’t stop… please.” he begs against your mouth, voice trembling, completely lost in how much he needs this, needs you.
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point of view. ⸝⸝ jealously flows within pope when he sees you talking to people
pope pushed through the front door of cody’s house, his knuckles still taped and bruised from the fight, sweat and adrenaline clinging to his skin under a fresh hoodie. the place was packed, music thumping through the walls, red solo cups everywhere, laughter cutting through the haze of smoke and spilled beer. he’d won tonight, another brutal knockout that left the crowd roaring, but all he wanted was to find you and crash into your arms.
instead, he spotted you across the living room, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in hand. you were smiling, talking to a couple of party goers, some tall guy with a backwards cap gesturing wildly as he told a story, another dude nodding along too close, his shoulder brushing yours like it was nothing. you laughed at whatever they said.
pope’s jaw tightened. heat flared in his chest, that post fight fire mixing with something sharper, way more uglier. he knew it was stupid, you were just being social, the party was already in full swing before he got back, but seeing other guys around you, it twisted him up. his hands flexed at his sides, tape pulling tight over his sore knuckles.
he shouldered through the crowd, eyes locked on you, ignoring the people trying to congratulate him on the win. when he finally reached you, he slid an arm around your waist, pulling you against his side a little harder than necessary, his body still warm and solid from the cage.
“hey,” he muttered low in your ear, voice rough, gaze flicking to the two guys who suddenly looked awkward. “missed you. fight’s over. you good?” he asked.
you turned into him, but pope didn’t let go, his grip possessive as he shot the boys a look that said ‘back the fuck off’ without words. jealousy simmered under his skin, making his heart pound harder than any round in the octagon.
the two guys paused, eyes flicking over pope’s face, taking in the fresh cut on his brow, the swelling along his jaw, the intense glare. one scoffed under his breath, the other smirked like he was sizing up a joke. they muttered “dick” just loud enough to carry before turning and walking off into the crowd.
pope didn’t care. he turned fully toward you, arms wrapping around your neck like a needy puppy, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder. he didn’t say much, just held on tight, breathing you in. his chest rising and falling against yours, the tension in his body slowly easing as he clung there in the middle of the noisy party, he needed this more than anything after the fight.
Watching a movie with Gentle!Pope and he's spooning you on the couch while you use his bicep as a firm pillow, his hand fidgeting with the hem of your shirt when he can't quite focus on the movie.
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 :(
( In my head he talks to reader the same way he talks to Lena— like all sweet n shit to make sure she knows shes safe<3)
andrew pope cody who’s worried about you finding his rap sheet vs. reader who’s printed out his mugshot to include in her journal with little hand-drawn hearts around it <3
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summary : in which Clark’s in a rut trying to avoid you for your own good until you’re ovulating. And quite literally do it like they do on the discovery channel.
(IM SORRY. this song is such a jam, based on the song by the bloodhound gang
Contents : Swearing , Clark in a rut, oral ( f receiving) , face riding , Alien tongue. making out, Clark sniffing you , biting , humping , whimpering, howling, P IN V UNPROTECTED, breeding kink, levitating, mentions of pregnancy, belly bulge , pincers , mating press, rough sex, size kink, man handling , pussy sniffing. Reader calling Clark superman and kal, crying, manhandling , hyperspermia
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Clark has been avoiding you for the last two days. There was something sickeningly off about him. He refused to kiss you, refused to look at you. Whenever it was bedtime he would sleep in the guest room and locked it.
In a way it made you feel a little insecure. Was there something wrong with you?? Did you upset him?
And then came the whimpering whenever he was near you. Or the fact every time he went into the guest room you could hear him. Groaning painfully and the creaking of the bed. Getting off using his hand. The pillow. A toy you once bought him EVERYTHING. BUT. YOU.
He was in a rut. No way in hell was he going near you. Because he wound hurt you by fucking you into oblivion. You're too small to handle something like that. He would hate if he hurt you. It's unforgivable.
And that's when you started aching. Your pussy throbbing desperately for touch. For anything it can get. You had started humping a pillow when Clark left for work. Rutting your hips making sure it rubbed against your clit every single time making you whimper.
But it wasn't enough. It wasn't Clark. You needed him because he knew exactly how to fuck you. How to take care of you and give you everything you need.
That night you were in the kitchen cutting up some strawberries when the door to the guest room opened, of course you waited for him to ignore you again. Until.... He smelt it. A sweet lingering smell. Not the strawberries no no... this smell made him even more hard. His 10 inch kryptonian veiny dick bulging out of his pants painfully from just the sheer smell. And he whimpered.
Then... you heard sniffing. Clark walks over to you and starts sniffing you. Grabbing at your waist and inhaling your scent. His skin was roasting hot.
"Baby what are you doing?" You giggle softly and he inhales deeply before letting out a low growl and pulling your head back slightly to kiss you deeply. It's a kiss that makes your toes curl. Shoving his tongue into your mouth and rutting his hard dick against your ass relentlessly.
The sensation made you more needy , more soaked between the legs kissing him back more hungry. It all made sense. He was in a rut. You're ovulating.
You're both fucked. Figuratively and literally.
Within seconds you're more bent over the counter and he's thrusting against you. Essentially imitating fucking you to get friction on his dick. He was scared to go all the way. He would hurt you. But you needed this. You knew he needed this.
"Baby?" You coo at him and he growls painfully at you disturbing him. But he forces himself to stop.
"What?? Are you okay? What do you want?" He whimpered and you push yourself off the counter and turn around to look at him and tilt your head looking at his blue eyes that are threatening to darken, the joggers he's wearing and white shirt . Then you look down at his joggers. His pants are bulging. Dick about to rip out. The dark patch forming just from how good you fucking smell to him. It’s the most addictive thing he’s ever smelt and it’s hurting him even more to be around you right now.
"Baby... you're gonna get sick , you need this ..." You sigh at him and his jaw clenched shaking his head.
"You don't know what you're saying, I will hurt you. When I start I can't stop." But as he was saying it his dick was twitching at the sound of your voice. How pretty you were. How small you were. Just how easy it would be to split you into two with his dick.
"I'm telling you. I can handle it. Now come with me before I fuck myself" you taunt him walking to the bedroom and taking your clothes off. And within seconds he's following the scent of your pussy like a bloodhound. And there you were. Laid naked on your bed spread out for him. The way your pussy was dripping and all puffy for him. The sweet musky smell paining him more. He's ripping his clothes off like a feral animal before climbing onto the bed and crawling between your legs. Dipping his head down and sniffing your pussy. Inhaling the scent , his eyes turning a wicked dark blue.
Then a pained howl slips from his mouth as he's rutting his hips into the sheets and looking at you.
"Please.. can I.. please baby.. please?" He's whimpering and humping the bed panting like a dog. He’s so needy and he knows it.
"Clark. This is for your own good. Take what you need. I love you. I trust you!" You coo. That's all it took. For him to bite your thighs dragging kisses along them before diving into your pussy like a mad man. Lapping at the juices and rubbing his nose all over your clit making you shriek. If he could live between your legs for the rest of his life he would die a happy man.
He's dragging his tongue in and out of your pretty hole trying to get as much of your wetness all over his face. He's nasty. You're grabbing his head pulling him closer and humping his face whimpering. His nails dig into your thighs, the wedding ring on his hand glistening, pulling you even closer like he's trying to suffocate himself.
Moments later he's spinning you both around so you're sat on his face.
You rut against his mouth screeching at how good it felt. Until... his tongue goes deeper into your pussy than it usually does. Stretching deeply into your pussy and dragging all over your walls. Slurping you out and you shudder going cross eyed.
Meanwhile he's humping the air. He needs to fuck you. You reach your hand out pumping his dick and he whimpers underneath you. The Precum runs all over your hand and he’s now humping your hand desperately. You pull your hand off licking your fingers.
But as you try get off his face he's growling pulling you back down and shoving his tongue deeper and rubbing his nose at your clit still sniffing your arousal.
And you came. Hard. All over his face whimpering and he's sucking it up making sure nothing gets left behind pulling his tongue out of your sopping hole and lifting you off his face.
Then you're rapidly flipped onto your stomach and he's propping your legs up and pushing your head down putting his mouth near your ear panting and almost shuddering.
"Last chance baby... you know I can't stop right? My genes won't let me.." a soft kiss to your cheek his breath desperate and hitching.
"And I told you. Take what you need. We're married Clark. I trust you!" You look at him and he throws his glasses on the side table grabbing his dick and slamming it into your aching pussy with no remorse. Burying his throbbing kryptonian dick. You felt your walls stretching out brutally and he's letting out a gut wrenching grunting howl as he starts thrusting brutally and grabbing your waist.
"OH FUCK! CLARK!" You squealed and he's grunting like a mad man thrusting deeper. Head thrown back like he's needed this his entire life.
"OH MY F—- GOSH! NGhhhhh!! I'm sorry I'm sorry I have to do this I can't help it" He's going harder both arms wrapping around you tugging you closer.
Your pussy was squelching and squeezing his dick and he's groaning loudly eyes rolling back. You close your eyes for just a moment feeling sensitive from your last orgasm. When you feel like you're floating. Literally floating. Your head all fuzzy and light. And when you open your eyes. You quite literally ARE. You're in the air. Nowhere near the bed. You shriek limbs thrashing about the new angle making you bent in half as he's plummeting harder into you.
"Clark!! I'm gonna fall!” You shrieked and his arms tightened around you more and he whimpered at his deep he could fuck you like this. He really couldn’t help it.
"N...no!! I'm sorry baby you're safe with me. Just take it. Please just." He grunts still holding back slightly. The tinge of nice Clark is still there. That wasn’t going to help him. He needed this out of his system before it destroyed him.
He plummeted deeper using your entire body as leverage while your head hung and it made you dizzy and the blood rushes to your head. The impending orgasm felt like it was going to destroy you.
So when it rips through you making your cunt tighten around Clark's dick he whimpers shuddering and you felt dizzy.
He slowly stops levitating pulling you onto his lap facing away from him and fucking up into you through the orgasm grunting like a mad man. His hands on your breast and he's biting at your neck leaving marks.
You shriek bouncing on him slightly. Two orgasms deep and the sound of the wetness of your pussy fills the room. He's still inhaling the scent groaning.
"C..Clark..?" You whimpered ans he tilts your head back kissing you again. Pushing his tongue into your mouth letting you taste yourself. His lips working against your own perfectly.
"Hmm?" Talk to me!" He muttered against your mouth.
"You're holding back. I told you not to!" You moan bouncing on his dick desperately trying to get off.
"I told you. I'll hurt you. Don't make me do this baby. Please nghhhh I know what's best for you. If I lose control. I'll hurt you and you'll wind up pregnant." He whimpered into your ear and you get off his dick making him growl again grabbing your waist.
"So do it. Lose control. Breed me Clark. Get your wife pregnant." You spat out and within seconds you're being grabbed and thrown down onto the pillows. His instincts have taken over and he's pushing your legs apart.
"Not gonna be finished with you until you're stuffed with my cum baby.."He shoves into you all again plummeting his dick in ans out of your sopping wet pussy making you squeak and he's howling all over again grunting as he fucks into you. "OHHHH NGHHH I'm so sorry.. oh my fu... FUCK!" He splutters out which is rare for him to curse. But the way your pussy is clamping on him turns him crazy.
"CLARK!" You scream and he's pushing your legs over his shoulder leaning down to kiss you deeply , you whimper into his mouth lashing your tongue with his and whimpering. His dick is bullying your pussy with everything he can. All 10 inches. The girth making your pussy slobber all over him.
It feels like you're gonna be split in too but you can't stop him. You need this. He needs this. He needs to breed you.
"Gonna get my baby all swollen. My pretty wife is gonna carry our baby.. OUR baby" He grunts pushing your legs down more desperately fucking you.
His hand reaches down to rub your clit harshly and fast so it’s not long before another orgasm comes crashing down and you cum so hard you’re almost pushing his dick out.
“No baby.. no no cmon.. you need me in here. Yeah. You wanted this.” He pushes further into you burying himself to the hilt bucking his hips. You’re moaning louder. He’s whimpering.
“Baby I can’t cum again..” You whimpered a tear falling and he grunts carrying on
“Yes you can. I’ll get you there!” He’s pushing your thighs down more it’s shocking how you’re not breaking in half. Instead you’re wailing. Loudly. Tears falling down your face.
“No no.. I’m sorry.. I’m sorry I’m like this… oh… gosh baby… you’re so beautiful!” He leans down kissing your tears away plummeting faster while he’s whimpering. Your pussy is throbbing around him and tears start falling down his own face rutting into you harder and the headboard is smashing against the wall.
“OH… honey! S..stop! I …FFFF…NGHHH!”
The neighbours are pounding on the wall.
“WILL YOU TWO STOP ACTING LIKE ANIMALS!” You hear them yell and somehow it only spurs Clark on more as he sobs slamming in and out of your stretched out and abused pussy.
He moves your legs helping you wrap them around his waist and he’s yanking you closer to him somehow managing to be tougher if that was even possible. You sink your teeth into his shoulder and drag your nails down his back and he howls again his thrusts slowing down but plummeting deeply.
The bed creaks desperately and threatening to break. But he’s not stopping.
“Gonna breed you. Huh. Is that what my wife wants. To be so stuffed with my cum so hard that you get swollen?” He coos tauntingly slamming his lips back on yours in a claiming kiss that’s rougher than the others.
“Yes!! Yes superman! Breed me. Breed me with your fucking kid Kal el.., gonna get so big..make you a daddy!” You splutter out his kryptonian name and he stops for a second pulling away for a kiss. His eyes now darker than they’ve ever been. Dilated. Almost black.
“What… did you just call me?” He pants desperately.
“Kal el…” you pant legs shaking. The way it slips off your tongue makes his dick throb Inside you.
“Again” He enunciates with a brutal thrust.
“Kal… kal el.. love you so much.” You whimper and he does it again.
“Again. Say it again. I love you fuck.. gosh! Please!”
“Kal el… oh my fucking god kal!” You screech and he’s lost it. He’s fucking you like a complete animal grunting and growling loudly. He doesn’t even care that the neighbours can hear.
“My pretty human wife. You’re gonna look so good pregnant! “ He growls so loudly slamming into you relentlessly and the bed is shaking brutally.
He looks down lifting his torso slightly watching his dick poke out of your stomach with every thrust. He loved how tiny and helpless you were. He’s so sick. Quite literally he’s in a rut. But he can’t help it. You’re perfect.
God he was gonna love you pregnant. All swollen. Boobs getting bigger. Carrying HIS baby because that’s what HE did to YOU. The thought alone makes his head fuzzy and wanna fuck you harder than humanely possible.
His hand reaches down pushing down onto the bulge fucking you harder and you sob feeling the final coil build. This was the orgasm that felt like it was going to break him.
“Clark..kal el! I’m gonna -“ You shrieked before you collapsed around his dick. Sucking him in so hard you milk him and he yelps loudly shoving himself in and your head goes fuzzy. You feel sharp pincers latching onto your gummy walls and you cry out tears rapidly falling.
“I’m sorry baby.. I’m sorry.. I’m gonna cum and it’s gonna be a lot okay?” He tried to move and the pincers yank him in further and you wail.
With a gut wrenching sob he cums hard rutting load after load into your wrecked pussy, the cum already swelling your pussy up and warming you up more. The spikes dig further in locking him in place as he keeps cumming. You felt so full.
You whimper trying to push him out but he can’t. He physically can’t.
Until he can. And he’s back to being an animal. Slamming every last bit he can into your pretty little womb making sure it keeps. Making sure he can fuck you so hard you’re pregnant.
The bed creaks sickeningly before snapping sending you plummeting and he’s somehow deeper than he was before. Your legs in the air angling you so his cum goes further inside you.
“Oh my gosh… baby! Are you okay?” He gasps his eyes back to the blue you know and love and a small sniffling sob rips from your mouth. He’s pulling out and pulling you into his arms rocking you like a baby.
“Oh I’m sorry… I’m so sorry .. I love you I’m sorry!!” he’s kissing all over your face and shushing you gently. But the sobs turn into laughter and little giggles.
He immediately looks concerned ans tilts his head “baby what’s so funny? I hurt you? I’m horrible!”
You look at him face puffy from crying and snort out weakly.
“I think we might need a new bed” you beam stating the obvious and he shakes his head wiping tears away.
“Ya think? I think we’re gonna need new neighbours” he chuckles weakly already grabbing you some comfy clothes and helping you pull them on.
The pounding on the walls happens again.
“YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARDS SHUT THE FUCK UP!” Clark scoffs knocking back on the wall politely.
“EXCUSEEEE ME ! Me and my WIFE are trying for a baby THANK YOU!” he shakes his head pulling on some of his own clothes and scooping you up carrying you to the guest room. You climbed onto his chest on the bed and hug him so tightly resting your head on his chest to listen to his kryptonian heartbeat.
“I missed you baby… so much. Please never avoid me again.” You sigh and he rubs your back gently and sighs.
“I’m sorry baby … just doing what’s best for you. The last thing I ever wanna do is hurt you. You’re safe with me always.” Another kiss on the top of your head. Your nose. Your lips. Anywhere he can just to comfort you and let you know that he’s not a threat in any way.
“I can’t believe we broke the bed. I mean it though. I really do wanna have a kid with you baby…” he coos and your heart thuds.
“Trust me with the way you’re going. I doubt it won’t be long till I am and we can always keep trying!”
YEW N ME BABY AINT NUFFIN BUT MAMMALS SO LETS DEW IT LIKE THEY DEW ON THE DISCOVERY CHANNEL 🫵🫵🫵🫵
HELLO!! HI!!! uhm.. I missed Clark. Sorry pookie been cheating on you with Scott 😖😖😖
