Criminally Supernatural

Jay Criminal Minds | Supernatural | Bones | One Chicago | Southland | Animal Kingdom | The Pitt Masterlist Buy Me a Coffee

[criminallysupernatural]

Worship Me

Fandom: The Pitt

Jack Abbot x Reader

Inspired By: "Worship" by Ari Abdul

Warnings: NSFW, Dom!reader, sub!Jack, heterosexual encounter

A/N: I'm a mess. I need the Quinn app to release his episode(s) now. For the time being, I'll just keep imagining him guiding me in my kitchen.

Jack makes eye contact across the bar. He watches as you wrap your tongue gently around the straw dancing in your drink. He's had one too many whiskeys, forgetting that he's your attending. He's supposed to be mentoring you, not fantasizing about being between your lips.

Worship me Make you believe I'm what you need So beg, darlin', please

He knows it's wrong, but he can't stop thinking about you. It started as innocent, simply smelling your perfume lingering, hearing your laughter carrying through the air, admiring the way your brows pushed together when you were focused.

Now, that's not enough. He needs more. He needs you.

Baby, don't lie It's okay that you crave me Your eyes on my body, you're shaking Get high on me for you're forsaken

He moves towards the bar, eyes focused on you. You're smiling at someone else, holding the straw gingerly between your fingers, and sucking mindlessly.

He stands behind you, his warmth immediate, and goosebumps rise on your skin. He turns towards you, his nose ghosting over your neck, his lips tickling the shell of your ear. He whispers your name.

Pretty when you say my name like that Feel your lips trace down my neck Darlin', don't say nothing, just breathe

He's got you pushed up against your door, finally in the privacy of your home, where he can worship you properly. He has your hands pinned above your head, barely grazing you as your noses touch, lips so close you can almost taste him.

He presses his lips to you, hungry, begging for access with his tongue. You break the kiss and place your forehead against his. He releases your hands, and you place them on his shoulders.

"Knees." There's no question from your lips. He groans as you watch him lower himself.

Pretty when you're looking up like that Pray but Heaven won't let you back Good on your knees

You undo your pants and slide them down your legs until they pool at your feet. His eyes turn dark, his tongue darts to wet his lips. He places soft kisses to your stomach, just above your underwear. He steadies himself by placing his hands on your hips and hooking his fingers under the hem of the only layer between him and what he really wants.

Slowly, he pulls down revealing his prize. He can see how aroused you are, dripping, puffy, and needy.

His tongue finds the spot where you need him most. You run your hands through his curls, gripping at the back, when he groans from the pressure.

"So good for me, Jack." You moan his name, head hitting the door, eyes rolling back. You've thought about this for so long. His lips, his mouth, his tongue.

Whisper, give me your life Yeah, we're both sinners Your body is close, your tongue lingers You feed me the taste of your fingers

He slips a strong finger into your heat. It's sinful the way he's making you feel, but there is no guilt. No, this feels right, good, necessary.

He coaxes an orgasm from you sooner than you would've liked. He's drowning in you, and there's nowhere else he'd rather be. He looks up at you through his lashes, begging for your praise.

"So pretty looking up like that." You're breathless. "Is this what you need?"

He groans into you. You tug on his hair and signal for him to stand back up.

"Beg, darling. Please." You place a hand on the back of his neck.

"Please, please. I crave you." He places wet kisses on your neck towards your collarbone.

There's no time to make it to your bedroom. The couch will have to do. Neither of you can wait.

You step out of your pants and undergarments. Pushing him towards the sofa. He takes the hint, as you start undoing his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his own arousal.

He's big and standing at attention. You pass your thumb over his leaking head and watch his head roll back. You lift his shirt off, exposing freckled skin over tight muscles. You've dreamed about those biceps holding you.

"Sit." You lightly push his shoulder. You remove your own shirt, causing him to growl at you.

You climb on top of him, using his shoulders to steady yourself over him. You run him over slick center before pushing him in. The sounds leaving your mouths are animalistic.

"Yeah," he breathes, "yeah."

You're gliding up and down on him, chasing another orgasm.

"You're going to finish inside me, okay, Jack?" You look him in his eyes. "You're going to fill me up like I know you've imagined."

His head rolls back to your sofa. He's groaning like you've never heard before. "Okay," he whimpers.

"I'm close, Jack." He doesn't respond. "Are you listening?" You pull his hair.

"Yes, yes." He places his hands on your hips.

"That's right. Cum for me, Jack." You pick up speed. "Right now." You whisper into his ear.

He's never seen stars like that before. His hearing goes. He can't see or hear, but he feels like he's reached ecstasy. He can feel you grip him like a vice and milk him for everything he has. It's been months of him imagining this, and he never would've have pictured the way you look right now.

You dismount and walk to your kitchen. He watches as your ass jiggles, swaying away from him. He hates that you've left, but god, if you don't look downright delicious right now.

You return with a glass of water.

"I knew you could worship me, Jack." You climb into his lap, placing the lip of the glass to his lips. He gulps the water down, missing the taste of you as it coats his mouth.

"I'm what you need."

You couldn't be more correct.

[criminallysupernatural]

hyped up

summary: charting is keeping you way later than you planned. after finding a quiet spot to focus, earbuds in, you accidentally fall asleep. jack abbot stumbles upon you and questions your taste in music.

pairing: jack abbot x reader

warnings: language

you didn’t even notice it, not even a realization of the fact that you were currently drooling on the desk in front of you.

the day had been long, longer than usual, and nothing had made it manageable. you tried coffee, energy drinks, and now your last resort, your “hype” playlist.

it was futile.

the buzzing from your earbuds intrigued jack abbot. the night shift attending peered around the corner at you, slumped over your computer, no worry about sleeping in the hospital.

he lurked closer and was curious about what was playing in your ears. megan thee stallion’s “thot shit” blasting.

one thing i know, two things for certain

none of these hoes sayin shit to my face

none of these finna see me at the bank

“huh” you startled awake, feeling drool drying on the corner of your mouth.

“you can sleep through anything can’t you,” jack shook his head, chuckling.

“you mean the great orator megan thee stallion?” you sat up, “it’s part of my affirmations.”

“is that so?” he leaned over the desk. “maybe you should be getting more sleep at home.”

“there’s something so peaceful about the hospital — the beeping, yelling — it’s soothing to my soul.” you feigned.

“thot shit, huh?”

“let a girl live.” you sighed.

he placed his hands on the back of your chair. “maybe you could show me the dance?”

“the dance?” you gulped.

“you know… ‘hands on my knees, shakin ass on my thot shit.’” he smirked.

“dr. abbot!” you slapped his shoulder.

“you’re a bad influence.” he shrugged as he walked away.

did jack abbot, night shift attending, 50 year old man, just quote meg thee stallion to you?

[criminallysupernatural]

ugh, i am down bad for this man.

[criminallysupernatural]

hyped up

summary: charting is keeping you way later than you planned. after finding a quiet spot to focus, earbuds in, you accidentally fall asleep. jack abbot stumbles upon you and questions your taste in music.

pairing: jack abbot x reader

warnings: language

you didn’t even notice it, not even a realization of the fact that you were currently drooling on the desk in front of you.

the day had been long, longer than usual, and nothing had made it manageable. you tried coffee, energy drinks, and now your last resort, your “hype” playlist.

it was futile.

the buzzing from your earbuds intrigued jack abbot. the night shift attending peered around the corner at you, slumped over your computer, no worry about sleeping in the hospital.

he lurked closer and was curious about what was playing in your ears. megan thee stallion’s “thot shit” blasting.

one thing i know, two things for certain

none of these hoes sayin shit to my face

none of these finna see me at the bank

“huh” you startled awake, feeling drool drying on the corner of your mouth.

“you can sleep through anything can’t you,” jack shook his head, chuckling.

“you mean the great orator megan thee stallion?” you sat up, “it’s part of my affirmations.”

“is that so?” he leaned over the desk. “maybe you should be getting more sleep at home.”

“there’s something so peaceful about the hospital — the beeping, yelling — it’s soothing to my soul.” you feigned.

“thot shit, huh?”

“let a girl live.” you sighed.

he placed his hands on the back of your chair. “maybe you could show me the dance?”

“the dance?” you gulped.

“you know… ‘hands on my knees, shakin ass on my thot shit.’” he smirked.

“dr. abbot!” you slapped his shoulder.

“you’re a bad influence.” he shrugged as he walked away.

did jack abbot, night shift attending, 50 year old man, just quote meg thee stallion to you?

[criminallysupernatural]

ranking the cody men, part 2

summary: pope overheard your conversation in which you ranked him hottest of the cody boys. he’s intrigued by your description of him and wants to see you squirm… in more ways than one.

warnings: implied sexual content

you were sitting by the pool, lazily reading, and enjoying the sun. you heard the sliding glass door and noticed pope emerge.

he glanced around the yard and settled on you with a little glare and his head bob. he walked over near you slowly and slid off his shirt before diving into the pool.

you tried to keep focused on your book as he emerged from the pool, water trickling down his muscular strong arms. you passively licked your lips.

he sat at the edge of your chair. “hey y/n.”

“pope.” you peered over your sunglasses.

“i heard your conversation earlier.” he leaned back, letting his head fall back against his back.

“hmm…” you turned the page.

“heard you use the word ‘scrumptious’.” the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

“just being honest,” you shrugged, still trying to play it cool.

he huffed a laugh. he continued to sit and stare at you. you slowly placed your bookmark into your book and sat up.

“what did you really come here for,” you lean towards him, “andrew?” you smile innocently at him.

the slight lilt in your voice when you said his name sent sparks through his body. his chest rose, trying to catch his breath.

you watched him struggle and smirked. you reached out your hand and placed it on top of his. “i meant it,” you whispered.

the way your voice carried on the air made him suddenly freeze and feel a small draft, impossible in the dead of summer.

you shifted onto your knees, getting as close as you could to his face without touching him. “you’re so strong and solid. i bet you could just throw me around.” your lips were so close to the shell of his ear, your breath tickled his skin.

he gulped. “is that something you’d like?”

you bit your lip and nodded.

“say it.” he looked into the distance, afraid his stare would scare you off.

“look at me and i will.”

he slowly turned his head and took in your gorgeous skin, glistening with sweat. he could smell your sunscreen and perfume, the mixture intoxicating.

“i want you, andrew.” you looked him dead in his eyes. “i’ve always wanted you.” you watched his eyes flicker to your lips and back up.

“even my ‘shark’ eyes?” he blinked.

“especially for your stare.” you push his curls behind his ear. “a man on a mission.” your hand stayed on his face, cupping his jaw. “can i kiss you, andrew?”

he leaned toward, breath panting, waiting for the contact…

when the sliding glass door slammed open and craig and deran slipped out.

“y/n, we’re hitting the beach. waves are supposed to be sick!” craig motioned.

you turned your attention back to andrew and said, “go without me. i have plans.” you winked and stood from your chair, waiting for pope to follow.

he did so just like a puppy with a huge grin on his face.

“i’ll see you guys later.” you patted deran’s chest.

“ewww…” they said at the same time.

[criminallysupernatural]

ranking the cody men, part 2

summary: pope overheard your conversation in which you ranked him hottest of the cody boys. he’s intrigued by your description of him and wants to see you squirm… in more ways than one.

warnings: implied sexual content

part 1

you were sitting by the pool, lazily reading, and enjoying the sun. you heard the sliding glass door and noticed pope emerge.

he glanced around the yard and settled on you with a little glare and his head bob. he walked over near you slowly and slid off his shirt before diving into the pool.

you tried to keep focused on your book as he emerged from the pool, water trickling down his muscular strong arms. you passively licked your lips.

he sat at the edge of your chair. “hey y/n.”

“pope.” you peered over your sunglasses.

“i heard your conversation earlier.” he leaned back, letting his head fall back against his back.

“hmm…” you turned the page.

“heard you use the word ‘scrumptious’.” the corners of his mouth turned up a little.

“just being honest,” you shrugged, still trying to play it cool.

he huffed a laugh. he continued to sit and stare at you. you slowly placed your bookmark into your book and sat up.

“what did you really come here for,” you lean towards him, “andrew?” you smile innocently at him.

the slight lilt in your voice when you said his name sent sparks through his body. his chest rose, trying to catch his breath.

you watched him struggle and smirked. you reached out your hand and placed it on top of his. “i meant it,” you whispered.

the way your voice carried on the air made him suddenly freeze and feel a small draft, impossible in the dead of summer.

you shifted onto your knees, getting as close as you could to his face without touching him. “you’re so strong and solid. i bet you could just throw me around.” your lips were so close to the shell of his ear, your breath tickled his skin.

he gulped. “is that something you’d like?”

you bit your lip and nodded.

“say it.” he looked into the distance, afraid his stare would scare you off.

“look at me and i will.”

he slowly turned his head and took in your gorgeous skin, glistening with sweat. he could smell your sunscreen and perfume, the mixture intoxicating.

“i want you, andrew.” you looked him dead in his eyes. “i’ve always wanted you.” you watched his eyes flicker to your lips and back up.

“even my ‘shark’ eyes?” he blinked.

“especially for your stare.” you push his curls behind his ear. “a man on a mission.” your hand stayed on his face, cupping his jaw. “can i kiss you, andrew?”

he leaned toward, breath panting, waiting for the contact…

when the sliding glass door slammed open and craig and deran slipped out.

“y/n, we’re hitting the beach. waves are supposed to be sick!” craig motioned.

you turned your attention back to andrew and said, “go without me. i have plans.” you winked and stood from your chair, waiting for pope to follow.

he did so just like a puppy with a huge grin on his face.

“i’ll see you guys later.” you patted deran’s chest.

“ewww…” they said at the same time.

[criminallysupernatural]

tattoos

summary: you get a tattoo. how would the men in the hatosyverse respond?

a/n: i only wrote about the characters i have familiarity with.

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

sammy bryant

"hi, baby," sammy came up behind up and placed a kiss to your neck. he noticed a bandage on your left ring finger. "what happened here?" he took your and and brought your hand to his mouth for a quick kiss.

"oh, nothing, baby." you brushed him off.

"looks pretty serious to me."

"fine." you turned around and pulled the bandage off. you hold your hand up to him.

"what's this?" he held your hand and looked at the slightly red, raised skin bearing a small "s."

"s for sammy." you smiled shyly.

"honey, i..."

"oh, god. you hate it." you pulled away and covered your face.

"no, baby, no! i, i love it. i'm just surprised." he pulled you close and looked down at you.

"just wanted a piece of you with me always."

"just glad you didn't tattoo your ass." he smirked.

"what?" you slapped his chest.

"it's perfect. why would you put a bumper sticker on a porche?"

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

andrew cody

you cleared your throat. "andrew," you spoke softly.

andrew slowly turned around and let his eye rise up your body slowly.

you knew he liked to see in lingerie that had lots of straps, around your thighs, arms, and neck. he also liked when the lingerie was a pale color, pink, blue, etc. this one was a light pink color with little bows and frills around your waist.

andrew's breath caught in his throat. his eyes turned dark and he approached you, peering down at you. "you look..." he ran his nose down your neck to your collar bone and took in your scent.

"i have a surprise for you." you grabbed his shirt and pulled him towards your bedroom.

"i hate surprises." he mumbled.

"i promise you'll like this one." you smirked.

"do you like my new set?" you swayed in front of him. andrew just stared at you. "it highlights my new tattoo." you turned around to show him your new tattoo. right on your ass cheek appeared his name in tight script.

andrew ran his finger over the ink.

"i'm yours, andrew. forever."

andrew leaned up and kissed your tattoo. his hands on your hips, tightening as he took in the view fully.

"get on the bed."

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

titus danforth

titus had just arrived home from a long day of arguing with lawyers and managing his various projects. he longed for a shower and to see you.

"princess?" he called up the stairs.

"yes, sir?" you peeked out for your shared bedroom.

"shower. now." he spoke evenly.

"yes, sir." you walked towards the bathroom and started the hot water. you began undressing, so you were ready when he got to the bathroom.

"good girl." he purred pulling you into his arms and kissing you. he felt something plastic on your shoulder. "what the..."

"it's fresh. got it today." you turned around, revealing a tattooed outline of the bite mark he left on your shoulder this morning.

"princess," his voice low and gravelly. "you did no ask permission for this."

"i know, but... it was worth the punishment." you hummed.

"you think so?"

"mhm. to prove my commitment, my loyalty, my adoration."

needless to say, he let you give him a few marks to choose from for his matching tattoo.

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

jack abbot

"great." you walked towards the scrub machine. once a new pair was distributed, you grabbed them and headed towards the locker room.

jack noticed you storming around and followed you.

you pulled your scrub top over your head and threw it on the ground.

"you good?" he closed the door behind him.

you turned, shirt half pulled over your arms. "yeah, just... a little vomit."

he noticed small markings on the left side of your chest. "what's that?"

"i'm surprised you haven't noticed until now." you chuckled, stepping closer. "here." you gave him a closer look.

"j-a." he passed his thumb over it.

"right over my heart." you looked up at him.

"you're gonna kill me, you know that?"

"i'm not done with you yet." you kissed his cheek. "i think you've got a few more years on you."

[criminallysupernatural]

Dry Spell

Summary: Baz begins to notice a startling trend. Or, Baz get no baddies.

A/N: The scene where Baz asks the woman he just slept with to go to get food and she's like "nah" inspired this. Baz should get no baddies EVER.

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

Baz saw as the blonde at the bar kept turning around and looking in his direction. He chuckled to himself, that shy smile girls used to love. “You wanna have some fun?” He bumped his shoulder against Pope. 

“Not particularly. Not sure what you’d catch in a place like this.” He motioned to the dive bar they were currently in. 

“Come on,” he leaned back, “just help me out a little. Take her friend for me.”

“No.” Pope stared at the beer in his hands. 

Baz slid to the edge of the booth and took a few light steps towards the women. “Hi, I noticed you kept looking at me, and it, uh, made me kind of nervous.”

“Oh,” she laughed nervously, “I was actually looking at him.” She pointed over Baz’s shoulder to Pope sitting silently. “Is he single?” 

Baz dropped his head, chin hitting his chest. “Uh, yeah. He is.” 

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

After discussing their next job, the guys stayed at The Drop for a few beers. As patrons started coming in, Baz started to notice a trend. As women would come up to the bar to order, they hovered near Pope’s side, even though there was far more room on Baz’s side. 

Pope started to get frustrated with so many people crowding him, he slammed his arms on the bar and then abruptly left for a breather. 

“He okay?” Craig took his spot next to Baz. 

“Have you noticed something going on?” He moved his finger in a circular motion. 

Craig raised his eyebrows as he sipped his beer. 

“I hit on this girl yesterday, and she turned me down, asking about Pope.” He swirled his beer. “And now, they’re all crowding on his side.”

“I don’t know, man. You sound a little crazy… or jealous.”

“Me?! Jealous… of Pope?”

“Maybe you’re just off your game.” He patted Baz’s shoulder.

∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆∆

“I don’t know, man. We may just have to wait on this.” Baz looked towards Lena on the swings. “Feels too hot at the moment.”

“You’re probably right. Wouldn’t hurt to do a little more recon.” Pope sighed, sitting back on the bench. 

They both looked up as a woman approached the swings with her son getting on the swing next to Lena. She pushed him lightly as he giggled. She looked towards the men and smiled. 

“Uncle Pope! Push me!” Lena called him. 

Pope started towards Lena, not making eye contact with the women standing close. He began pushing Lena lightly, careful to not let her go too high. Pope stepped back to let her ride out her current height. 

“You’re really good with her.” The woman stepped back towards him.

“Huh? Oh, yeah. She’s a great kid.” He kept his eyes trained on Lena. 

“Do you, uh, come here often?” She kicked at the sand. “I mean, with your niece. I’ve never seen you here before.”

“Uh, sometimes.”

“Sometimes,” she chuckled. “That shirt looks good on you. Lavender?”

“Mhm.” 

“Really brings out your eyes. Wonder what it might look like at night.”

“At night?” He raised his eyebrows. 

“Yeah, maybe over dinner.” She moved closer. “With me.” She took a pen out of her purse, grabbed Pope’s hand, and wrote down her number. “I don’t know if the shyness is an act or not, but I’d love to find out.” Her son got off the swings and she winked at Pope as they left. 

“What was that?” Baz waltzed over. 

“Oh, uh, nothing.” Pope clasped his hand shut. 

“Nothing, huh?” Baz puffed out. 

Pope smiled to himself. The realization that, for once, Baz was the one feeling left out.

[criminallysupernatural]

i have so many ideas, little time, and zero motivation.

that’s it. send tweet.

[criminallysupernatural]

ok, so i planned out 3 major-ish fics.

pope cody x paramedic! reader is a friend of deran’s from high school.

sammy bryant x teacher!reader who gets caught up in tammi/sammy divorce drama.

jack abbot x robinavitch!reader who works at ptmc while robby is on his sabbatical and maybe has a fling with another pitt colleague.

i had thoughts about a small fic while at my massage. how the hatosy characters would react if you got a tattoo inspired by them.

the pope one is the most planned out. we’ll see if i make anything happen haha.

[criminallysupernatural]

i have so many ideas, little time, and zero motivation.

that’s it. send tweet.

[criminallysupernatural]

Ranking the Cody Men

Summary: The boys are joking around about who’s hotter, and they ask you your opinion.

Warnings: language

standing around the kitchen, Deran and Craig were arguing about a girl from the bar the night before.

“i just don’t get it, man,” craig scoffed, “how could that absolute 10 go after you?” he looked incredulously at deran.

“hey, man, hate the player, not the game.” deran brushed his shoulder off.

“no, i mean it. did you say something? do something?” craig pressed.

“y/n, please explain it to him.” he turned to you.

“no offense, but if i had to choose, it’d be deran.” you stated.

“what?! come on!” craig slammed his hands on the island.

“deran’s hot. especially with the new haircut.” you shrugged.

“okay, but next would be me, right?”

“oh, you do not want me to rank you.” you laughed.

“i do actually.” craig replied.

“yeah, come on, y/n.” deran joined.

“guys, it’s just gonna hurt your feelings.” you opened the fridge and pretended to look for something.

“hurt our feelings??” deran questioned.

you closed the fridge. “i need rules. are we just talking looks? considering personality? what?”

“looks.” the both said simultaneously.

“are you sure?” you leaned against the counter. “last chance to spare your feelings.”

“we can handle it,” deran scoffed.

“okay, you asked for it. in 4th place, baz. conventionally hot, but has shitty vibes. 3rd, and i’m so sorry… craig.”

“what! 3rd?! this is bullshit!” craig smacked the counter again and stood up straight.

“shit, that means i’m first.” deran smiled.

“well…” you grimaced.

“no… you’re joking.”

“deran is 2nd and pope is winning this ranking.” you smiled.

“pope?!” they exclaimed.

“have you seen his arms? his chest? the shark eyes? scrumptious.” you grabbed your chest like you were having a heart attack.

“this is unbelievable.” deran shook his head.

“you asked. i warned you.”

what you didn’t know was pope was just around the corner eavesdropping. a soft smile planted on his face.

[criminallysupernatural]

Ranking the Cody Men

Summary: The boys are joking around about who’s hotter, and they ask you your opinion.

Warnings: language

standing around the kitchen, Deran and Craig were arguing about a girl from the bar the night before.

“i just don’t get it, man,” craig scoffed, “how could that absolute 10 go after you?” he looked incredulously at deran.

“hey, man, hate the player, not the game.” deran brushed his shoulder off.

“no, i mean it. did you say something? do something?” craig pressed.

“y/n, please explain it to him.” he turned to you.

“no offense, but if i had to choose, it’d be deran.” you stated.

“what?! come on!” craig slammed his hands on the island.

“deran’s hot. especially with the new haircut.” you shrugged.

“okay, but next would be me, right?”

“oh, you do not want me to rank you.” you laughed.

“i do actually.” craig replied.

“yeah, come on, y/n.” deran joined.

“guys, it’s just gonna hurt your feelings.” you opened the fridge and pretended to look for something.

“hurt our feelings??” deran questioned.

you closed the fridge. “i need rules. are we just talking looks? considering personality? what?”

“looks.” the both said simultaneously.

“are you sure?” you leaned against the counter. “last chance to spare your feelings.”

“we can handle it,” deran scoffed.

“okay, you asked for it. in 4th place, baz. conventionally hot, but has shitty vibes. 3rd, and i’m so sorry… craig.”

“what! 3rd?! this is bullshit!” craig smacked the counter again and stood up straight.

“shit, that means i’m first.” deran smiled.

“well…” you grimaced.

“no… you’re joking.”

“deran is 2nd and pope is winning this ranking.” you smiled.

“pope?!” they exclaimed.

“have you seen his arms? his chest? the shark eyes? scrumptious.” you grabbed your chest like you were having a heart attack.

“this is unbelievable.” deran shook his head.

“you asked. i warned you.”

what you didn’t know was pope was just around the corner eavesdropping. a soft smile planted on his face.

[criminallysupernatural]

i just realized i forgot j, haha. whatever. he doesn’t matter anyway.

[criminallysupernatural]

holy cow! i don’t even know what to say. thank you to everyone who has liked, commented, and shared my writing.

i started this blog when i was in undergrad and left it for 10 years. being back has felt exhilarating and exciting as i start to explore my writing again.

thank you all!

[criminallysupernatural]

Ranking the Cody Men

Summary: The boys are joking around about who’s hotter, and they ask you your opinion.

Warnings: language

part 2

standing around the kitchen, Deran and Craig were arguing about a girl from the bar the night before.

“i just don’t get it, man,” craig scoffed, “how could that absolute 10 go after you?” he looked incredulously at deran.

“hey, man, hate the game, not the player.” deran brushed his shoulder off.

“no, i mean it. did you say something? do something?” craig pressed.

“y/n, please explain it to him.” he turned to you.

“no offense, but if i had to choose, it’d be deran.” you stated.

“what?! come on!” craig slammed his hands on the island.

“deran’s hot. especially with the new haircut.” you shrugged.

“okay, but next would be me, right?”

“oh, you do not want me to rank you.” you laughed.

“i do actually.” craig replied.

“yeah, come on, y/n.” deran joined.

“guys, it’s just gonna hurt your feelings.” you opened the fridge and pretended to look for something.

“hurt our feelings??” deran questioned.

you closed the fridge. “i need rules. are we just talking looks? considering personality? what?”

“looks.” the both said simultaneously.

“are you sure?” you leaned against the counter. “last chance to spare your feelings.”

“we can handle it,” deran scoffed.

“okay, you asked for it. in 4th place, baz. conventionally hot, but has shitty vibes. 3rd, and i’m so sorry… craig.”

“what! 3rd?! this is bullshit!” craig smacked the counter again and stood up straight.

“shit, that means i’m first.” deran smiled.

“well…” you grimaced.

“no… you’re joking.”

“deran is 2nd and pope is winning this ranking.” you smiled.

“pope?!” they exclaimed.

“have you seen his arms? his chest? the shark eyes? scrumptious.” you grabbed your chest like you were having a heart attack.

“this is unbelievable.” deran shook his head.

“you asked. i warned you.”

what you didn’t know was pope was just around the corner eavesdropping. a soft smile planted on his face.

[criminallysupernatural]

stick with me…

jack sees a tik tok you made with victoria and trinity featuring megan thee stallion’s rock steady.

you dance when it gets to “can tell who i am from the back cause it’s heavy,” shaking your butt.

jack isn’t on tik tok, but whitaker is and jack sees it over his shoulder.

he can barely make eye contact with you now because you dancing did something to him.

he’s smacked in the face with the realization that you he finds you attractive, hot if you will.

maybe your next dance is to the song where it says “bark like you want it…”

[criminallysupernatural]

Say It Again

Fandom: SouthLAnd

Pairing: Sammy Bryant x Reader

Summary: You’ve had it with some of the other officers, and you’re ready to throw down.

Warnings: Violence, Dewey being a dick

“Saved us a trip. Would’ve been back in a few years with a bigger body bag.” Dewey huffed his shoulders.

“What did you just say?” You stood up after pulling the sheet over the young victim.

“What? We all know it’s true. Coming out the womb banging.” He said it with such confidence, not giving a damn that it was an innocent kid.

“Say it again.” You gritted your teeth.

“You got a problem?” He stepped towards you.

“Yeah, I do.” You met his step. “That’s someone’s child!”

“Oh come on.”

That’s it. You’d had it. All day long, you’d been listening to Dewey. The man never shut the fuck up.

You lunged at him, fist clenching.

“Whoa, whoa.” Sammy got in front of you.

“Get out of my way, Sammy.” Your eyes fierce and focused on Dewey.

“No.” He held his hand up in front of you.

“Sammy. Move!” You lunged again and made contact with Dewey’s cheek over Sammy’s shoulder.

“Bitch!” He grabbed at his cheek.

“I’ll show you a bitch, bitch!” Sammy had picked you up and carried away from the scene. “Put me down!” You pushed at Sammy’s hands.

“Would you stop already?” He avoided your wild limbs.

“Get out of here! There’s cameras everywhere.” Sal yelled. “Go!”

“You know, it’s guys like him that give us all a bad name.” You pulled your shirt down. “I’m sick of it! His attitude and he never stops talking.”

“I know, I know.” Sammy tries to calm you.

“Better keep hold of your woman, Sammy.” Dewey yelled.

“You motherfucker!” You started towards him again, but Sammy wrapped you in a bear hug.

“Let it go.” He huffed. “He’s not worth it.” He pushed you to sit down and catch your breath. “Can you walk to the car?”

“Yes.” You swear your teeth were about to break.

He bent down and pushed a piece of your hair out of your face. “You clocked him good.” He laughed. “Gonna be a shiner tomorrow.”

“Hurt my fucking hand.” You clenched and unclenched your fist.

He ran his fingers over your bruised knuckles. “That was… kind of hot.”

You looked up at him. “Yeah? Wanna do something about it, Bryant?”

“Alright. Let’s go before someone else gets caught in your crosshairs.” He helped you up and put an arm around your shoulder.

[criminallysupernatural]

Not Like This

Fandom: SouthLAnd

Sammy Bryant x Reader

A/N: To feed my obsession, I am now watching Southland and I'm still obsessed.

Warnings: Allusion to shooting, death. Semi-adultery.

Summary: Sammy has a tough day on the job. Can he find solace with you?

"You dating Lady Cop?" Juanito points his chin at you.

"Detective Y/L/N. She's a detective, and no, I'm married." Sammy watched you maneuver around your car.

"Detective, right..." The young boy laughed. "You think she'd let me call her? You know, in the future."

"No." Sammy said matter-of-factly.

"Come on! I read. I'm charming." He smiled slyly at Sammy.

You made eye contact with Juanito and motioned for him to come talk to you. Sammy watched as the boy made his way to you.

"Listen, I know Sammy is pretty corny and very white knight-ish," you paused, "but he's right."

Juanito rolls his eyes. Sammy sees the way you look at him though, like you know what he's feeling. He isn't sure how, but you do.

"Hey, we all have choices, good and bad. Positive and negative."

"Rich people have choices." He scoffed.

"We all have have choices. You are very smart, and it's important that you try to use that for good, not evil."

"So I should join the explorers?"

"Hell no. Who would want to hang out with those losers?" You smiled back at him. "But, you should try to go to school and keep reading. You have a lot of potential to be something. Something better than anyone could imagine."

"You know... I might need a mentor. Someone who gets me." He looked up at you through his lashes, giving you puppy dog eyes. "Maybe I could call you? If I need help."

You smirked. You reached into your jacket and pulled out a card. "Here. Don't abuse it, okay?"

Sammy couldn't hear your conversation, but he watched you smile warmly at the boy. You chuckled and then bent down, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You see that?" He beamed at Sammy.

"Yeah, yeah. Get in the car."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Sammy didn't know how the day was going to end, but he certainly did not foresee arresting the young boy he cared about, nor coming home to find Tammi had been robbed of her computer and camera.

He couldn't deal with everything all at once, so he left. He left and found his way to your door. Knocking gently, he heard your steps towards the door. Deadbolt undone and you before him.

"You okay, Sammy?" You looked him up and down to check for wounds. "Sammy?"

"Can I come in?" He didn't make eye contact.

You stepped aside and let him in. When you closed the door, he turned around suddenly. His eyes finally met yours, and he stepped closer. You backed up against the door.

"Sammy," your breath barely a whisper.

His nose brushed against yours and ghosted his lips over yours before making contact. At first, his lips are gentle, light. As you kiss him back, he begins to become more forceful, searching, needy, desperate.

Your mind comes back to you, and you realize the gravity of what you're doing.

You break the kiss. "Stop," your hands pressed to his chest. "Sammy." You press your forehead to his.

"I just... I need you." He holds your face in his hands, thumbs passing over your cheekbones. "I want you."

"Where does your wife think you are?" Your eyes search his.

He pulls away from you, frustrated.

"Sammy, I... I want you," you breathe, "but not like this. I don't want to be another cliche." He doesn't respond. "You can stay here tonight. I just... we have to keeps things..."

"Friendly." He looks down at his wedding ring. He sighs, knowing you're right.

[criminallysupernatural]

Guys, I think I’m falling for Sammy Bryant.

[criminallysupernatural]

Worship Me

Fandom: The Pitt

Jack Abbot x Reader

Inspired By: "Worship" by Ari Abdul

Warnings: NSFW, Dom!reader, sub!Jack, heterosexual encounter

A/N: I'm a mess. I need the Quinn app to release his episode(s) now. For the time being, I'll just keep imagining him guiding me in my kitchen.

Jack makes eye contact across the bar. He watches as you wrap your tongue gently around the straw dancing in your drink. He's had one too many whiskeys, forgetting that he's your attending. He's supposed to be mentoring you, not fantasizing about being between your lips.

Worship me Make you believe I'm what you need So beg, darlin', please

He knows it's wrong, but he can't stop thinking about you. It started as innocent, simply smelling your perfume lingering, hearing your laughter carrying through the air, admiring the way your brows pushed together when you were focused.

Now, that's not enough. He needs more. He needs you.

Baby, don't lie It's okay that you crave me Your eyes on my body, you're shaking Get high on me for you're forsaken

He moves towards the bar, eyes focused on you. You're smiling at someone else, holding the straw gingerly between your fingers, and sucking mindlessly.

He stands behind you, his warmth immediate, and goosebumps rise on your skin. He turns towards you, his nose ghosting over your neck, his lips tickling the shell of your ear. He whispers your name.

Pretty when you say my name like that Feel your lips trace down my neck Darlin', don't say nothing, just breathe

He's got you pushed up against your door, finally in the privacy of your home, where he can worship you properly. He has your hands pinned above your head, barely grazing you as your noses touch, lips so close you can almost taste him.

He presses his lips to you, hungry, begging for access with his tongue. You break the kiss and place your forehead against his. He releases your hands, and you place them on his shoulders.

"Knees." There's no question from your lips. He groans as you watch him lower himself.

Pretty when you're looking up like that Pray but Heaven won't let you back Good on your knees

You undo your pants and slide them down your legs until they pool at your feet. His eyes turn dark, his tongue darts to wet his lips. He places soft kisses to your stomach, just above your underwear. He steadies himself by placing his hands on your hips and hooking his fingers under the hem of the only layer between him and what he really wants.

Slowly, he pulls down revealing his prize. He can see how aroused you are, dripping, puffy, and needy.

His tongue finds the spot where you need him most. You run your hands through his curls, gripping at the back, when he groans from the pressure.

"So good for me, Jack." You moan his name, head hitting the door, eyes rolling back. You've thought about this for so long. His lips, his mouth, his tongue.

Whisper, give me your life Yeah, we're both sinners Your body is close, your tongue lingers You feed me the taste of your fingers

He slips a strong finger into your heat. It's sinful the way he's making you feel, but there is no guilt. No, this feels right, good, necessary.

He coaxes an orgasm from you sooner than you would've liked. He's drowning in you, and there's nowhere else he'd rather be. He looks up at you through his lashes, begging for your praise.

"So pretty looking up like that." You're breathless. "Is this what you need?"

He groans into you. You tug on his hair and signal for him to stand back up.

"Beg, darling. Please." You place a hand on the back of his neck.

"Please, please. I crave you." He places wet kisses on your neck towards your collarbone.

There's no time to make it to your bedroom. The couch will have to do. Neither of you can wait.

You step out of your pants and undergarments. Pushing him towards the sofa. He takes the hint, as you start undoing his belt, pushing his pants and boxers down just enough to reveal his own arousal.

He's big and standing at attention. You pass your thumb over his leaking head and watch his head roll back. You lift his shirt off, exposing freckled skin over tight muscles. You've dreamed about those biceps holding you.

"Sit." You lightly push his shoulder. You remove your own shirt, causing him to growl at you.

You climb on top of him, using his shoulders to steady yourself over him. You run him over slick center before pushing him in. The sounds leaving your mouths are animalistic.

"Yeah," he breathes, "yeah."

You're gliding up and down on him, chasing another orgasm.

"You're going to finish inside me, okay, Jack?" You look him in his eyes. "You're going to fill me up like I know you've imagined."

His head rolls back to your sofa. He's groaning like you've never heard before. "Okay," he whimpers.

"I'm close, Jack." He doesn't respond. "Are you listening?" You pull his hair.

"Yes, yes." He places his hands on your hips.

"That's right. Cum for me, Jack." You pick up speed. "Right now." You whisper into his ear.

He's never seen stars like that before. His hearing goes. He can't see or hear, but he feels like he's reached ecstasy. He can feel you grip him like a vice and milk him for everything he has. It's been months of him imagining this, and he never would've have pictured the way you look right now.

You dismount and walk to your kitchen. He watches as your ass jiggles, swaying away from him. He hates that you've left, but god, if you don't look downright delicious right now.

You return with a glass of water.

"I knew you could worship me, Jack." You climb into his lap, placing the lip of the glass to his lips. He gulps the water down, missing the taste of you as it coats his mouth.

"I'm what you need."

You couldn't be more correct.