Saw you wanted some Pope requests! What about Pope x first relationship reader. She tries so hard to be a great girlfriend who doesn’t need anything from Pope and is insecure about herself and Pope leaving her. And one say he comes from a job and finds her in the kitchen cause she burnt the dinner she was going to make him because she can’t cook at all and was trying to be domestic even though that’s not her at all! Ty! 💚
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→ warnings: pope cody x f!reader, 2.1k wc, small angst?, fluff, insecure/jealous!reader, emotional/dramatic/crybaby!reader, nicknames [baby, sweet girl, my girl], i go between calling him andrew and pope because i couldnt just stick to one.
→ a/n: i’d be such a good girlfriend to pope cody and god does he deserve it. anyways i got a little carried away i meant for this to be shortish and readers a bit more dramatic than i intended but enjoy! check out my other pope fics
So maybe trying to clean up your apartment, change the sheets and make the bed, do your laundry and make dinner for the two of you for the first time ever on top of that all before Andrew gets home was not your brightest idea. You always tried to do a little too much at once, especially since getting together with Pope. You had known him for a while, having hung around the Cody boys due to being friends with Deran.
You’ve had a crush on him for quite a while, never quite having the courage to ask him out. To you it had always seemed like he was pinning after Cath, never really sparing you a glance. It made your chest physically hurt sometimes when you’d watch him, watch her. To your surprise however he was the one to ask you out one random day. You were scared briefly that it was some weird dare or something Craig had put him up to at first.
“This isn’t like some cruel stupid bet between brothers, is it Andrew?” you asked all soft, your voice low and embarrassed as you fidgeted with the strings to your bikini. Deran had invented you over for a chill pool day which you happily agreed too. You had gone inside after sun bathing for a few hours to grab water, Pope used that moment to corner you in the kitchen and ask you out on a date. “What…? You actually think I'd do somethin’ like that?” He questioned, more than a bit taken back, that you think he’d do something so mean to sweet ole’ you.
“Well you know it’s not really a big secret that i’ve had a crush on you forever, i thought- i thought you just didn’t like me back and were sparing my feelings because I’m Deran’s friend or whatever” “So i’m a little confused ‘s all why you’re suddenly now asking me out-” You had begun anxiously rambling, letting apparent years of emotions out in one long sentence, only being stopped when Andrew grabbed ahold of your slightly shaky hands. “You like me?” He questions in the most genuine and sweet tone that you have to pause, looking up at him, a small pout on his lips, a pink tint to his cheeks, and a hopeful look in his eyes. Apparently everyone besides the man himself was well aware of your blatant crush on the eldest Cody brother.
You obviously proceeded to say yes to the date and the rest was history. Well the rest only being a few more dates, him officially asking you to be his girlfriend and a few months of being together. You had never been in a relationship before Andrew so you wanted to take things slower, he was just happy you were his so he had no complaints at going your pace.
But now, as you sat on the cold kitchen floor with your knees to your chest, burnt pasta stuck to the bottom of one of your nice pots from your boyfriend. Your sad attempt at making sauce from scratch sitting half burnt in the other, the bed half made and laundry running in the washer, you realize you took on a little too much at once, all because of stupid, stupid Criag.
When you were about only a week and a half into dating Pope, you had overheard a conversation between the brothers.
Criag had asked his older brother how it was going between the two of you. “S’ pretty good” was Pope's short but sweet answer that made a small smile grow on your face. You knew he was a very private person and was glad to learn that extended towards your guys relationship as well. “That’s good, at least she’s not one of those whiny needy girls you know? Who start asking you for every little thing, making you do everything for them” Criag chuckled and lightly hit his brother on the shoulder. Now Andrew was facing away from you so you miss the small scowl that he reacts with, but it doesn't matter because from then on Craig's words stick in your head.
Don’t be needy. Don’t ask too much.
As the weeks pass you do your absolute hardest to never ask anything much from Pope. You don’t ask for a kiss goodbye before he leaves even when you desperately want one, you don’t ask for him to fix your shower curtain when it falls down - you ask Deran. You don’t ask him to take you to the mall, you don’t ask for reassurance when you walk in on him and Cath talking in secret, you don’t ask him for so much as a bottle of water some days. You do your best to be the perfect, non nagging, domestic girlfriend you can be, even if you think it’s slowly killing you.
So now with a ruined dinner because you got too ahead of yourself and a dirty kitchen, you finally break. Soft tears stream down your face as you stare at the floor, head spiraling with thoughts of how Andrew's gonna come home and break up with you over burnt spaghetti.
You’re so lost in your bad thoughts you miss the apartment door opening and your boyfriend calling out your name. His breath hitches as he rounds the corner and finds you on the floor, the sound finally makes you look up, widened concerned eyes meet your red puffy ones. “Baby, what the hell happened?” he glances around the apartment quickly before looking over your body as if he’s looking for an injury. The second he’s crouched down in front of you and in range you throw your arms around his neck and throw yourself at him, the suddenness of it almost tips him over but he is quick to regain balance. You attempt to start explaining but between your cries and your face buried in his chest he can’t understand a word.
Grabbing a hold of your waist he easily maneuvers your bodies, sitting himself down on the floor and pulling you into his lap he moves your face away from his body to hold it and wipe away the fresh tears streaming down your hot cheeks.
“Sweet girl, I can't understand ya’ when you're hysterical. Take a deep breath f’ me okay?” He begins to breathe in slowly and deeply as if to help demonstrate for you, with a small whiny sigh you follow suit and copy him, breathing in deep. “And out f’ me” Andrew's voice coupled with the oxygen flooding your body begins to calm your nervous system as you breathe out in time with him. “Now, what’s got my baby so worked up huh?” he questioned while brushing stray hairs away from your face, his thumb absentmindedly stroking your cheek after.
“I really wanted the apartment to be all nice and clean the way i know you like, tidy, laundry done, the bed made for us, and a nice dinner made when you got home” you begin explaining while playing with the buttons on Pope’s open flannel. “So I started cleaning, prepped everything for dinner and threw the laundry in…it was all going so well Andy i swear it was but then while i was trying to finish up making the bed, the pasta was burning, my sauce was burning and i didn’t know what to do” you cry out, tears pricking up in your eyes as your spiraling thoughts come back. “I swear I could've done it Andy, I wanted it done before you got home so I didn't have to ask you to do it, and instead I ruined everything” shakes run through your body as you cling onto him. “Please don’t leave, please i promise i can do it, i can be independent and not needy” you cry out, “Baby-” Andrew tries to cut in but you keep going “I know Cath could probably make dinner and clean and do everything flawlessly herself but please don’t leave” you mumble out against his shoulder, and he swears he has to hear you wrong. Why on earth are you bringing up Cath?
Andrews frozen still, which really isn't helping your thoughts but he’s beyond confused. “Sweet girl, I’m just- I’m confused, So you burned dinner? What the fuck does Cath being able to make dinner matter? I don’t care about that” he states rather bluntly, shocking you slightly as he pulls you off him once again only so he can look you in the eye.
“But if I- If I can’t do things on my own and I'm whiny and needy always asking you for things, aren’t you gonna leave me?” you wipe at your own tears with the backs of your hands, letting them fall to your sides as you look deep into Pope’s beautiful eyes. “Where did you get such a-” his younger brother's stupid observation replays in his head, and suddenly he wishes he smacked him upside the head like he wanted to in the moment. “Oh my sweet, sweet girl” he coos and pulls you into a loving but short kiss. “I want you to ask me for me things, In fact i love it when you ask me for things baby, I like feeling needed by you, fuck what craig said” he explains as his hands run down your spine and rub at your lower back. “Is that why you’ve been so unlike yourself since we started dating?” he asked a tad hesitantly. All you can manage is a small embarrassed nod before hiding your face in his neck.
He chuckled softly as he left kisses along your bare shoulder as the oversized shirt of Pope’s you had on slipped down. His hands continued rubbing at your body and soothing you. “But I'm still confused baby, why’d you bring up Cath?” as he asked the question he can feel your body tense up against him.
“Do you remember the day you asked me out?” you murmured out, doubtful for some reason that he would. “Yeah, course’ i do, I was a nervous wreck” you can feel him smile against your skin. “Didn’t know that” you mumble softly more to yourself than him — “Well remember the part where I said I didn't think you liked me back?” “Yeah? What about it baby?” he coaxes you to continue on. “That’s because ever since you had come home from folsom…even before then i had always seen you staring at Cath, either when she was with Baz or even just on her own” you pull away to gauge his reactions as you continue, “Andy, I know about how you felt bout’ her when you guys were kids…I just figured you didn’t like me cause you had feelings for her, and when you guys would have private conversations even after we got together I thought- maybe you settled for me or something” your words trail off into a small nervous cracking near the end as you turn away. Still scared your worst fears will be proven true and Andrew will tell you you’re right.
“Baby look at me”
When you don't turn your face to him he grabs your face by lightly squeezing your cheeks and turning your head himself. “Look at me” “I only kept staring her because I didn’t understand why I had felt anything towards her to begin with, those feelings disappeared the second i met you, all i wanted was you from that moment on” Tears brim in your eyes for about the 3rd time today but for a completely different reason. “As for the ‘private’ conversations? Those were only ever about Lena i swear, that's it my sweet girl, you understand?” he nods his own head hoping, praying even that you copy him like before with the breathing. The second you start to nod in response back he pulls your face to his to crash his lips against yours. Your squeak of surprise morphs into a content hum as your eyes flutter shut as you kiss back, pressing your chest to his when you wrap your arms tight around his neck.
“Now, does my girl need help with dinner?” he questions in a sweet tone against your lips, almost testing if you were actually listening to everything he’s said. Almost frantically and enthusiastically you nod your head, “Please Andy, All this cryins’ made me starving” you whine, the real you shining brightly through in a way that makes Andrew’s heart thump in his chest. He chuckled deeply, pulling away to tug the both of you off the dirty floor, god he really needs to clean it after dinner.
“Well then let's make dinner together, how’s that sound?” “Sounds prefect”
→ a/n: as usual this wasn't proof-read so uh sorry for mistakes, it’s also 2 am lmao. I really need to gts but send me y’all’s shawn hats char. / pope requests!!
pope cody who hates baz’s stupid and complicated espresso machine. he just wants coffee. but as soon as you start staying over he teaches himself to make cappuccinos, practicing pulling the shots and frothing the milk dozens of times so he can wake his girl up with her favorite drink.
of course, you’ve never brought it up, always happily sipping on your cup of regular coffee whenever you’re at the cody residence in the morning. so when pope wakes you up on a random tuesday with a perfect, frothy cappuccino, dusted with cinnamon just how you like you can’t help but set the hot mug down on the bedside table and pull him into a long, sleepy kiss, smiling into him as your heart flutters.
he’s anxious for you to try it, watching your face closely as you bring the cup up to your lips, your eyes locked on his over the rim of the mug. he feels his chest loosen when you let out a low moan, closing your eyes at the rich, creamy taste.
“good?” he says, fingers twisting into the duvet where its rest on your thighs.
“mm,” you hum, pulling back from the cup, a little white mustache of foam on your upper lip, “sooo good, my love.” and he just beams, leaning forward kissing the frothy milk from your lips.
→ premise: sammy is beyond desperate for your forgiveness and he is willing to do whatever he can to earn it.
→ warnings: sammy bryant x reader, 3.3k wc, angst, fluff, smut, pathetic & insecure!sammy, groveling, nicknames [sweetie, angel], unprotected sex, small breeding kink if you squint.
→ a/n: this is a requested pt. 3 fic based on 2 blurbs i wrote so you may wanna read those 2 before this for full context.
pt. 1 | pt. 2
Sammy had fucked up bad. Worse than he probably had in his whole life not to be dramatic or anything… and he once upended his life by randomly applying to the police academy one day high off his ass. This was bad, and he didn’t even know how to fix it let alone if you’d let him.
He was currently doing certified illegal speeds that is stupid for a police officer to go down the road to get to your building but he didn’t care. He has to see you, he had finally pieced together why you have been so distant and cold towards him. It’s all his fault. The words stupid and idiot are on repeat in his head as he drives, white knuckling his poor steering wheel. Why why why did he have to be so dumb and brag on and on about you to his co-workers and pretend like you mean nothing when you mean everything to him. He was tired of hearing Ben go on and on about his new hook ups and talking about you and showing him a picture to show off how beautiful of a girl Sammy had, shut him up quick. But when Sherman laughed and asked if you were a badge bunny cause why else would you be with Sammy, he let his ego get the better of him and he said yes. Stupid stupid stupid.
After asking you to be his girlfriend he knew he should've shut it down when Sherman said those 2 words again but he didn’t. God why didn’t he. Sammy’s luck being the absolute shit it is because of course it is, that happened to be the day you thought it’d be sweet to bring him lunch. He can’t decide if he’s more upset at his stupidity that you overheard or him missing you visiting him. But now he has for sure lost you, and he’s never been more scared or upset. His chest hurts a thousand times worse than it did when he learned about Tammi cheating on him, if he didn’t know better he’d think he was having a heart attack. The fear prickling at the back of his neck and down his spine is nothing compared to the Tammi situation, he was mentally checked out of their marriage but with you. God with you he’s never been happier, and it might all be gone now because of his stupid mouth.
He doesn’t know how he makes it to yours without incident, he’s running off pure adrenaline and the smallest miniscule ounce of possibility that you forgive him. Jumping out of his car, slamming his door shut behind him and racing up to your apartment, still in uniform. He’s certain he’ll get a verbal lashing or worse for running out on his shift but that doesn’t matter, nothing matters at this moment besides talking to you. His ears are ringing as his fist pounds on your front door, hand frozen mid air when you rip it open. “What!- Sammy?” your voice starts out aggravated but dulls into a confused tone with little emotion and it only furthers his fear. Before you can continue and question his distressed appearance — he drops to his knees on your welcome mat. Wrapping his arms around your waist, tears borderline brimming his eyes. “Forgive me please, god please sweetie, im so fucking sorry” he starts to plead, dropping his head and pressing his flush face against your stomach, the warmth of your body easing the pain in his chest a bit. “M’ so so so fucking sorry baby, was stupid, s’ so disrespectful n’ fuck-” he cries out words slurring, pulling his face away and looking up at you now, cheeks red and tears falling from his eyes. “Please forgive me, didn’t mean a word i told them, not my badge bunny, you mean everything, you’re- i-” his voice is starting to crack, you have yet to respond and he doesn’t know what that means. “I- I love you” the 3 words he didn’t expect to be saying after only a month or less of dating you, especially in a hushed broken voice. Yet he means each one of those 3 monumental words more than he thinks he has ever before in his life.
You finally break his rambling spiral and speak, looking down at him with so much pain in your eyes Sammy feels like he is gonna throw up. “Why-” your voice comes out rough and broken, coughing softly you start again. “Why’d you do it Sammy” you question and he is trying his absolute hardest to not take you speaking to him as a sign of hope, even if you ignored him using the L word.
“Was idiotic, thought bragging to Sherman and the boys would shut them up” he explains, looking at you for a cue to continue. When you lightly nod at him he speaks again “They wouldn’t stop boasting about their hook ups and trying to set me up with one of them, because i hadn’t been with anyone since Tammi” he grumbles out, rubbing circles on the small of your back in an odd tempt to soothe not only you but himself as well. “They didn’t know bout ya’ yet and I was gonna keep it like that, really should've" he whispers the last two words before going on hoping when he finishes you don’t tell him you never want to hear from him again. “But i did, tell ‘em about you and showed them the picture of our first date, when Ben asked if you were a badge bunny cause why else would you be hanging on me i said yes without thinking” by the end of his explanation, you have now also begun to cry and Sammy’s stomach turns into knots. “You told them I didn't mean a thing…” you whisper, wiping away your tears with the backs of your hands before taking a deep breath in. “You continued to let them call me that name” you bite the word ‘that’ out and all Sammy can do is pathetically nod.
“Why ask me to be your girlfriend if all you were gonna do is pretend i don’t mean a thing to your friends” you hissed out, your hurt turning into anger. Sammy’s knees ached from bearing all his weight on your rough front door mat but you have yet to slam the door in his face or pull away from him and until then he will continue to grit his teeth and bare the pain. “Wanted you to be mine-” he corrects himself — “Wanted to be yours s’ bad that i couldn’t hold it in anymore, and i should’ve corrected them i know i should’ve but i couldn’t handle them questioning why someone as gorgeous as you even wanted to date someone like me” he cries out, burying his face in your tummy again, kissing at it over your shirt. “Forgive me please, i’ll do- fuck i’ll do anything whatever you want” he pleads.
“Not gonna tell you what to do, you need to figure that out on ya’ own…” you prompt and finally some of the pain bleeds from his heart. “Then, maybe i’ll forgive you”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you” he spews out, standing up finally to grab ahold of your face and kiss all over it. You stop him however by pressing your hand to his mouth and pushing it away from you a bit, he bites back another genuine cry. “I said maybe Sammy” you remind him and he can only nod his head, leaving you with a parting kiss against the palm of your hand.
Sammy spends the following month and a half doing every little possible thing he can think of for you. While you let him grovel and prove to you he really wants you and is worthy of being forgiven because he is so damn sorry, you still speak to him. He’s so grateful for it that he has yet to ask what the state of your relationship is, if he isn’t your boyfriend again until you forgive him or not. He doesn’t know if he can handle either answer.
Sammy fixes your dishwasher when you complain that your super hasn’t called maintenance yet. He leaves right after, no kiss, no hug even just a short albeit appreciative thank you. He changes the light in your bathroom when the bulb burns out. Buys your groceries when he knows you worked long hours and probably forgot, knocking on your door with the bags in hand, ready to fill your fridge without a word and without you lifting a finger. Drives you to and from work when your car breaks down, before he proceeds to take it to the mechanic and get it fixed on his dime. He doesn’t force you to spend any more time with him than you are willing and repeats over and over how sorry he is. Each time he itches to ask if he is forgiven but doesn’t push it. He wants to do grander gestures, buying you 1000s of flowers and everything else your heart desires but he knows those things hold no weight. More than anything he wants desperately to get down on one knee and propose, devote the rest of his life to you. But until you forgive him he’s pretty sure you’ll say no and a ring doesn’t solve problems he learned that already with Tammi. He’s also sure that hearing you say no would destroy him. Instead he secretly pays your next month's rent, even if a secret gesture he’s happy knowing you don’t have to worry about it. Sammy happily does all these things not just because he’s yearning for your forgiveness but because he wants to and cause even if said when begging for pentace, he meant those three words. It’s pitiful but he’d do these things for you forever even if you never forgive him, never kiss him or even touch him again and he doesn’t exactly wanna analyze that.
When he shows up to your apartment to build a new bookshelf you bought with bloody knuckles, a split lip and a bruise blooming on his cheek under his eye, do you finally say more than a few clipped words to him. “Sammy what the hell? What happened?” you exclaim, pulling him inside your apartment by his shirt, eyes running over the state of him. His heart damn near leaps out of his chest at the small touch but he shakes his head. “Nothing, doesn’t matter” he coughs looking awkwardly around your living room. “Where’s the shelf? Can probably build it in an hour, 30 minutes if you need me gone faster” he mumbles out, voice small and distant. Your heart squeezes in your chest at how easily he is brushing off his pain to help you, and the fact he thinks you want him gone.
Reaching out you touch Sammy’s bruised cheek, your thumb caressing his purple and red cheek, causing his breath to hitch and look your way finally. “Baby what happened?” you question a second time, less startled, more soft with your brows furrowed in concern. A small sob nearly breaks free from Sammy’s lips at hearing you call him something other than his name for the first time in two months. He wasn’t counting each day or anything.
“Got in a fight with Sherman, he asked about you again” he mumbles, looking away a second time when he says the next thing “Called you that stupid name again”
“And you punched him?” you prompt, a bit breathless. It might be cliché as well as dumb, Sammy was the reason they referred to you as a badge bunny but him defending your honor made your heart beat a little faster. “Yeah, told him to never call you that again, I should've never let him to begin with” he sighs, grabbing your wrist to pull away from your touch, too scared to see your disappointment in him. “Now where’s the shelf, i should start working on it” he brushes off the topic for a second time. “Sammy-” “Is it going in the living room or your bedroom?” he ignores your plea of his name. “Sammy-” “It’d look good in that corner” he continued, nodding his head towards an empty area of the room, still avoiding your eyes.
“Sammy!” you repeat a third time much louder that it startles the man into looking at you. Before he can reply and ask you what, you cross the space between you two. Holding his flushed beaten face in your palms you smash your lips against his. A sharp gasp leaves his mouth, both in surprise and slight pain from his split lip but he is quick to kiss back. Afraid he will blink and be back in his lonely empty apartment, not in yours with your eager mouth on his. The kiss is desperate and so full of love it makes Sammy whine softly, the sound prompting you to press your body against his. Taking that as his cue it’s okay to touch you further, finally his hands do what they’ve itched to do since he started earning your favor back. Looping one arm around your back he pulls you even closer til your body is flush with his, the other hand comes up to cup your chin with his index finger and thumb to deepen the kiss. Tears fall from his eyes at the feeling of his hands on you again, and yet with the proximity of your hips to his you can feel him chub up against your thigh as the kiss goes on, getting more heated.
“Prove to me you want me forever Sammy” you coax him, a teasing tone to your voice. He pulls away a little breathless and looking a bit lost. He clears his throat, wiping his spit slick reddened lips “How?” you giggle softly, hearing the sound again makes Sammy smile a bit for the first time since he walked in your door. “How do you think?” you prompt, your eyes flicking from his flushed face to the growing tent in his jeans. His own eyes widen and he scrambles to cover his junk with his hands, eyes darting around your apartment. “I can deal with that later, don’t have to do anything just cause you feel sorry for me, you haven’t even forgiven me-” he begins to ramble.
To stop him you grab ahold of his hand, intertwinging your fingers. “Baby, i forgive you” your response breaks his babbling immediately. “Now come on, prove to me how bad you want me forever” you tease with a cheeky giggle, pulling a starstruck painfully hard Sammy behind you towards your room. “Angel- I- I don’t have a condom though” he groans out, waiting on you to either tell him you do or push this off to another time.
“Don’t need it, have already had me bare and there hasn’t been anyone since” you explain with a small shrug. All he can do is let out a pathetic choked sob, letting you drag his pent up self into your bed room.
Sammy didn’t even realize just how bad he missed being with you, inside you, raw, til this moment. He was frantic in stripping you of your clothes, letting his hands wander and explore every inch of your skin he hasn’t touched in what has felt like ages. Letting you strip him in return as he kisses all over your face, down your neck, across your collarbones and each shoulder. You stop him before he can reach his favorite part, your breasts. You tug him into another heated kiss, this one more hot and full of tongues clashing. Moans and cries filling the air that you can’t decipher which of the two of you they come from. In the frantic desperate kiss you guide Sammy backwards until your knees hit your bed, he picks up on your hint. Grabbing you by the back of your thighs he hikes you up til your legs are wrapped around his waist then he climbs onto your bed with you clung to him. Licking into your mouth and swallowing all your little noises when he slips his hand between your bodies and rubs at your aching clit.
“Baby please, s’ been so long I need to feel you” you beg, bucking your hips up at his fingers but also to brush against his leaking cock that hovers over your stomach. “Yeah yeah fuck- missed you s’ much” he groans out, pressing his forehead against yours, giving you short but loving peck before he is gripping himself at the base. Pushing his tip through your soaked folds he positions it at your entrance. With a sharp breath in he pushes himself inside, pulling an addictive sound from your lips that Sammy has been desperate to hear again, be the cause of again. His eyes locked on yours as he backs his hips up a bit before plunging all the way inside to the hilt.
“Fuck! Sammy baby give a girl a little warning next time” you choke out a chuckle, panting a little. “Ya’ bigger than you think sweet boy” you smile softly through the slight sting at your cunt adjusting once again to the size of your boyfriend. “M’ sorry” he mumbled timidly before capturing your parted lips in a kiss, “M’ so sorry angel” he sobs out as he pulls back and thrusts back in with a slow but practiced pace. You realize he’s not just apologizing for jumping the gun, “Baby i said i forgive you” you coo, running your nails down his back when he leans forward. Your tummy pressed to his as he keeps on fucking into you, his pace growing frantic and speed. “M’ sorry, i love you so much sweetie” he cried out, “Missed you s’ much my heart hurt so bad begin away from you”
You know he means emotionally, he just about came to see you every second you allowed him too while groveling. “Missed you too sweet boy” you moan out, his cock dragging against your walls bare means you feel every vein and ridge on his cock and it’s driving your head cloudy.
“Am i yours again’ he asks, more like pleads while thrusting as deep inside you as he can get. “Say it please" he sobs out, burying his face in the nook between your shoulder and neck, kissing along your collarbone. His reddened tip is hitting that spongey spot inside you making you fight through a string of whines and moans to get your slurred words out. “Yes baby, you’re mine again- fuck” “Always been mine” you rake your nails down his freckled back making Sammy let out another cry of pleasure. “I love you” you moan out, the three words only spurring him on more and more. His hips reaching a brutal pace as they piston in and out of you, Sammy’s hands gripping your hips so hard he thinks his knuckles are splitting open again. “Angel- fuck m’ gonna cum” he whimpers out before trailing his lips up your neck to your ear. His pathetic borderline feminine moans filling your ears make your pussy clench around him, furthering his orgasm to the edge.
“S’ okay baby, cum inside” “Show me you want me forever” you cry out, your own orgasm fast approaching.
“Fuck sweetie” Sammy can’t hold back anymore, crashing his frantic mouth against yours his tip repeatedly hitting your g-spot you tighten down around him as your body spasms and you cum. Your pussy milking his orgasm out of him Sammy spews hot ropes of cum inside you with a wail so loud you feel a little bad for your neighbours. “Want you forever and always Angel” he babbles out against your lips as his cum fills you up, accentuating each word with a smal rut of his hips fucking his seed deeper into you.
When you both finish riding out your highs, a panting sweaty Sammy collapses against your chest, thumbs rubbing circles on your hip bones as he mumbles. “Never ever gonna fuck up again, swear to ya’ angel” “Gonna tell ‘em all your my girl, not no damn badge bunny”
→ a/n: not proofread, it’s 3am fuck that. should reader have forgiven sammy? maybe not but i’m a sucker for happy endings and i love sammy too much.
→ x fem!reader, short blurbs, sort of brief grief mention & age gap [jack], pregnancy mention [duh], little bit a smut cause well how else does one get pregnant??.
→ accidentally when editing cause I wanted to change the pics on the old / og version of this post answered it privately bc it was an inbox msg…luckily I restored my goggle doc and can reupload…
→ og request was from @iwishuweredead
Jack Abbot —
Jack had sort of resigned himself to the idea that he wasn't gonna have a kid. He and his wife had been trying when he was younger, had more of a deep yearning for a family and been able to keep up with the kid. Then well he lost his wife and he sort of thought maybe it was the universe’s way of saying he’s not meant for a happy family, it’s okay he’s worked through this in therapy.
Then in walked you, this pretty young thing who was a new night shift nurse and when you weren’t glued to Lena learning the in’s and out’s of the PTMC you were glued to Jack. You seemed drawn to him and from then on it he was gone for you. However you being young and quite fertile and being an insatiable bunny rabbit that never wants Jack to pull out and well…you get pregnant. It was kinda early on in your relationship and so you were a little scared that Jack didn’t want kids, he was in his late 40’s and didn’t already have one so you assumed he didn't want any and would leave you.
You cry and vent all this out to Jack, hormones and everything already running rampant when you tell him about the pregnancy and he is so so soft. He calms you down and proceeds to tell you about his wife and well now you're just a waterfall of tears. But after all the anxiety and crying, Jack is the absolute most cautious and gentle baby daddy ever.
Being the diligent doctor he is he has reminders set in his phone for you to take your prenatals, even if they go off when he’s at work he shoots you a quick text:
— prenatal time honey, gotta keep my two girls healthy! there’s some dinner for you two in the fridge by the way <3
Now does Jack know yet if you’re having a girl? No but it’s how his heart feels is right to refer to you and the human being growing in your belly as.
He also insists on you having the baby in the hospital, he’s not exactly opposed to a home birth I mean he is a doctor after all. He knows what to do but he’d rather you be around more than one medical professional in case anything goes awry, that poor old man can’t possibly handle losing the second love of his life and your baby.
Sammy Bryant —
Oh sweet sammy boy who wants to be a daddy so bad. He is beyond ecstatic when he walks into your shared bedroom after a long shift and is met with the little presentation you set up of a cute baby onesie, your positive pregnancy test, and a little bear on the bed. He’s not surprised I mean he did have you bent in the pro bone position, filling you up with load after load almost every night. He was very eager to make you a mommy and he is quite proud of himself.
Sammy’s favorite part of his days now consist of going on late night gas station runs for your odd pregnancy cravings and laying in bed with you discussing baby names, who’s eyes the baby will have, who’s nose, who’s feet (sammy swears it’ll be his)
He is practically beaming when you come into the station, belly all big as you grow his son or daughter and bring him his lunch he left at home. He is quickly up off his feet to bring you a chair to sit so he can dote on you and show off his pregnant beautiful wife a little. (sue him okay he’s a happy man)
Somehow Sammy gets far more anal about your safety once you’re pregnant, no walking alone at night, you’re not allowed to pick up anything that Sammy deems too heavy, he’s just grateful there are no stairs in your house he’d probably have a heart attack at work worrying himself grey.
Pope Cody —
Pope who deserves more than anybody to be a dad and boy do you deliver. You are just about as stubborn as Pope himself and even though you and him are dating and very clearly serious, when baz tells him no one would ever have a kid with him? Oh you’re happy to prove the bastard wrong, you are on Pope just about 24/7 after hearing that and you get pregnant shortly after.
Pope, ever worried about you when you’re in pain, immediately notices when your morning sickness starts up and he’s witnessed Smurf pregnant enough that he runs out to buy 4 different pregnancy tests in the blink of an eye. He sits on the edge of the tub while you take each test, rubbing soothing circles on your knee with his thumb. His eyes instantly glaze over with tears when the two of you watch those 2 lines appear on all four of the tests. Pope kissing you as tears burst out of both of you.
He is beyond protective about pregnant you, making you sit down when you get up to grab something saying he’ll get it for you, reminding you about vitamins and prenatals, making sure to always keep you hydrated even if you already pee just about every 10 damn minutes.
Pope who can’t help the dopey smile on his face when near the end of your pregnancy he walks in the house to find Lena putting stickers on your round belly, writing out baby girl and decorating it with butterflies and hearts. He supposed it’s fate that he grew up in a house almost full of boys that his will be filled with all girls and he can’t complain he loves all 3 of his girls.
And Andrew Pope Cody who already couldn't get enough of you before you were carrying his kids becomes glued to you after. Hands groping at your body, telling you how gorgeous you are growing his baby, how good of a mama you’ll be and how proud of you he is.
— the og of this post had like 2k notes and im annoyed i fucked up when trying to edit smth…
bf!pope who would go out to the river with his brothers each year
bf!pope who invites you because he views you as a part of the Cody family now
bf!pope who lets deran/craig drive the boat but is always vigilant while it’s in motion,, always ready to take over if necessary
bf!pope who lets his brothers wakeboard/tube/jump off the boat first before he has a turn
bf!pope who gets nervous when craig or deran offers you a turn, and lets you know that “you don’t have to”
bf!pope who is quick to his feet and to demand that the boat is turned around when you fall off the wakeboard/tube and checks your condition when you’re back in the boat
bf!pope who doesn’t ask for sunscreen or put it on himself; but lets you put it on him with no objections, just sitting there for you patiently
bf!pope who notices your skin getting red and places a hat on your head and sunglasses on your face
deran and craig who bring their own people on the trip but bf!pope who has to “approve” of the list
bf!pope who buys you ice cream and a cold soda after a day in the sun and on the water <33
bonus: bf!pope who lets you sit against his chest as he “helps” you put on sunscreen… ;))
p.s: i was thinking specifically about arizona or california when i wrote this, but you can think of any lake! i just think its more realistic that they would drive down to arizona for a weekend and rent a boat (or steal one) just to do dumb shit
im having a nothing thought about single mom!reader who's kid really wants to learn how to skateboard.
i'm thinking about this sweet little kid watching andrew skate. this grown man rocking it on the skateboard - your little boy immediately sees himself in this grown man.
and, of course, because kids are fearless, your little boy asks andrew to teach him. he's that age between just learning to talk and learning to be shy.
and andrew just naturally great with kids (something he finds out in that moment).
and you're grateful enough to buy him a coffee. and that coffee turns into dinner. and that dinner turns into the sitter calling you because your son is having a meltdown.
so, andrew ends up back at your place. your son ends his meltdown and is so happy to see andrew (he seriously adores him, and andrew adores your kid).
so the night ends with your kid asleep in andrews arms. he's drooling on his shoulder while you settle with a cup of tea each.
andrew is a natural when he puts your kid down and tucks him in. you ask him the dreaded question after that. on your sofa, knees touching his leg as you face him instead of the nature documentary quietly playing. have you got any kids?
and andrew has to confess that no, he doesn't. but he's always dreamed of having kids, just hasn't yet found the right person.
and somehow that has you climbing onto his lap and kissing him. has him grabbing your hips to hold you there, as close as possible.
pope cody who goes to the emergency room for some stitches, after a ridiculous amount of badgering from deran
as a non-critical, he has to wait hours and hours, which means he passes the time people-watching
one person in particular catches his eye - you. he's pretty sure you're a doctor of some kind, eyes crinkled as you smile at each of the patients you treat.
he sees them all - kids and adults alike - grow visibly more comfortable in your presence
when it's finally his turn, he makes an offhand comment to the nurse, who tells him that you only handle the paediatric cases in the ER
that's no problem.
lena's had a little bit of a cough recently - she caught it at school, and it hasn't gone away with over the counter medication. he promises her $200 at the toystore if she comes with him to the emergency room for a check-up.
you're even prettier up close than from afar. your hands are gentle as you examine lena, diligently checking her temperature and asking all sorts of questions.
pope is very sure to tell you that he's her uncle, but loves her like his own. that makes you smile.
he feels terrible the following month for the little bit of glee that sits in his chest after lena breaks her wrist at school. that's at least two trips to the ER
before long, he's got your entire schedule down, and soon he's 'bumping' into you on nights out with your friends, just so that he can spend more time with you
Robby and Jack are on a plane, headed to a painfully dull conference. It's a long-haul flight, and their plan is simple: sleep through most of it and wake up when it's over. Unfortunately, things don't go as planned.
Robby is already two glasses of whiskey in, hoping the alcohol will knock him out, while Jack keeps shifting in his seat, unable to get comfortable. Just as the cabin finally settles into that quiet, drowsy rhythm of a night flight, the first bout of turbulence hits.
At first, it's nothing unusual. They're rational adults, and turbulence happens. The flight attendants move through the cabin with practiced smiles, assuring everyone there's nothing to worry about. The seatbelt sign stays on, a few overhead bins rattle, and the plane shudders every now and then. It should be fine.
Except it doesn't stop. The turbulence keeps coming, each wave rougher than the last, until every drop feels like the floor has vanished beneath them. Robby isn't panicking (not exactly) but he's clearly having a miserable time. His jaw is tight, his fingers grip the armrest hard enough to whiten his knuckles, and every violent jolt makes him suck in a sharp breath.
Jack tries humor first. He tosses out a couple of dry comments and jokes, but none of them earn so much as a smile. Logic isn't doing Robby much good.
Seeing the tension etched across his face, Jack quietly reaches over and slips his hand into Robby's.
It's strange. They're fully grown men holding hands because of turbulence. Under any other circumstances, one of them would make a joke about it.
Neither of them does.
Robby's fingers close around Jack's with surprising strength, almost painfully tight, and Jack lets him hold on without comment. It's awkward, a little embarrassing, and somehow exactly what Robby needs.
A few minutes later, the captain comes over the intercom to explain that a large storm has formed across their planned route. They'll have to divert around it, adding some time to the flight, but there's no cause for alarm.
As if on cue, the turbulence begins to ease.
The cabin settles into gentler vibrations, and Robby's breathing gradually evens out. His grip loosens enough that Jack can finally feel his fingers again, but neither of them lets go. Their hands remain loosely intertwined on the armrest, casual enough that they could almost pretend it happened by accident.
The flight stretches on like that. Nobody acknowledges it. Even when Jack eventually has to use the bathroom, Robby reluctantly releases him without a word. The moment Jack sits back down, though, Robby reaches over again, takes his hand just as quietly as before, and stubbornly avoids looking him in the eye.
Jack says nothing. He simply laces their fingers together again.
Eventually exhaustion catches up with Robby. The whiskey, the adrenaline crash, and the endless hours in the air finally win. His head tips sideways until it comes to rest on Jack's shoulder, and before long he's asleep, practically folded against him.
Jack smiles to himself. He adjusts just enough to make Robby more comfortable without waking him, slips on his headphones, puts one of his favorite playlists on, and closes his eyes as well. The seats are cramped, his neck will almost certainly regret this tomorrow, and his hand is still trapped beneath Robby's bruising grip, but he can't quite bring himself to mind.
They're pressed shoulder to shoulder, fingers intertwined, quietly dozing somewhere above the clouds.
Then the storm catches up with them anyway.
The turbulence returns with enough force to wake half the cabin, and after another tense stretch of flying. The weather gets worse and the plane will divert to another airport until it clears. By the time they land, it's well past midnight.
The airline scrambles to find hotel rooms for a plane full of exhausted passengers, but with several other diverted flights arriving at the same time, accommodations are scarce. At check-in, the clerk barely glances up before sliding a pair of keycards across the counter.
Sharing a room is the least of their concerns. They just want a shower, a mattress, and eight uninterrupted hours of sleep.
They make it upstairs, unlock the door, and walk inside.
idk what episode but i remember near the end of s1 when that car ran into the gurneys and it shocked everyone who was outside but i remember replaying that scene because i swear that robby gripped both parker and john and sort of pulled them behind him, and i swear it was done in instinct because he was looking at that car in shock, and it just makes me so !!!! emotional because god wdym his instincts were to protect his kids wdym he was using himself to cover them wdym he was pushing them out of harm’s way wdym
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