Sammy x forensic pathologist(medical examiner)!reader.
Kinda taking inspo from the other fic with a highly intelligent reader. Basically Sammy either meets her at a crime scene while she observes the scene or at the MEs office
i love the idea of a booth and bones relationship omg . if u haven’t watched bones i recommend for the slow burn but also the way they get together infuriates me so idk
there’s an episode of bones i always think of abt pageants in like season 2 so here’s a blurb based on a scene from that. also nate is like 10 here fyi
also this might be reuploaded as a full fic cause it’s so cute i love.
pls enjoy !
warnings: sammy bryant x fem ! reader, dead bodies, children having children, drowning, um dead children, but mostly fluff, inaccurate anthropological science / archaeology- i make shit up yay
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the all department barbecue being hosted at the new chef’s spacious home was very little consolation when it came to budget cut to your morgue. but the pool was nice. you were very nervous to go, but as the head of the department you had no choice.
you tried to avoid as much interaction adults including one officer sammy bryant. he’s been in your department a few times, picking up results from autopsies, occasionally bringing you evidence to chemically analyze. his genuine kindness was what made in so attractive in your eyes. it didn’t help that his biceps were huge.
in the summer time, you are always subject the the horrible sight of drowned children. it’s heartbreaking, the idea that looking away for a second is the cost of a life. because of the mental strain it puts on you, you always make sure to keep an eye on the kids in the pool. it’s very common that parents always assume that another parent is watching their kids. that assumption causes so many full drawers in the morgue wall that should otherwise be empty.
so here you are, sitting with your legs in the shallow end, while an army of young kids flock to you. many have told you you’re good with children, you disagree, you simply treat them like adults, the way most of them crave to be treated. they love hearing about your job, and you keep the squeamish details to yourself, but for some strange reason, kids loving hearing about archeological digs you’ve been on. maybe it’s the dinosaurs, who knows, but you’re happy to share.
as a pathologist who did forensic anthropology in her undergraduate and masters, you have always been excited when looking into ancient skeletons. so naturally, you assume that the kids, who are just mini adults, would also like to see the body you found and excavated during the dig you went on for your first masters.
you showed the skeleton with your phone brightness turned up so they could see.
“and here is a girl who was only 14, that’s a little older then you guys, huh. the shapes of her pelvis showed us she had already had babies.” you said with a matter of fact tone.
“what killed her?” sammys son, nate had said. you recognized him the the picture on his desk.
“having babies.” you chirped.
“my mommy said you have to wait until you get married to have sex.” a girl in a pink swimsuit and matching floaties said.
“you said sex !” a little girl squealed.
“who’s having sex?” sammy’s voice rumbled. it made your heart jump.
“oh !” suddenly embarrassed at how the conversation was going, you responded “we were just talking about how i excavated a 14 year old who’s skelton showed she had already bared children and that is likely what killed her do to the hemorrhagic staining preserved with her.” you rambled.
“dad, she’s so cool.” nate piped up with a crooked grin. one he no doubt inherited from his father. you mentally did a punnet square in your head of the chances you and sammy’s children would have his eyes.
your face flushed. sammy looked at you with a grin. your heart fluttered.
“yeah she sure knows her stuff, huh?” he replied making eye contact with you with a wink.
“can she come over ? she said she could teach me the names of the bones ?” he asked earnestly.
“i don’t know, buddy. she might be busy..” he said with a sheepish smile.
“you and my dad can have sex !” nate exclaimed loudly, turning nearly everyone’s head.
both your faces flushed.
“i’m so sorry, he just gets so-”
“i- i don’t mind.” you piped up “not the sex part !” you quickly added. “the teaching part ! well not that i wouldn’t uh mind the sex part ? um im sorry that’s wildly inappropriate. i’m sorry!” you put your hand to your mouth to shut yourself up.
“oh. oh, don’t feel obligated-” he started
“no i insist!” what are you saying ????
“okay. i can give you my number. maybe we can get dinner before we pick up nate.”
“yeah okay.” you said sheepishly, wanting to curl into yourself.
you handed you your phone with his number out into it and took walked back into the throng of people. unbeknownst to you, he was getting clapped on the back by all of his fellow officers for finally asking out the hot medical examiner.
when he was gone you turned back toward the kids who were all staring at you. one began and an chorus of
“OOOOOOOOOH!” started. sound reflecting ripples into the water.
“she has a date !!” a little girl with a mermaid tail shouted.
Super super toxic!bfpope Cody pleaseeeee🥺like I’m talking depraved lunatic
how did you know i was listening to unreleased lana del rey omg
i hope this is depraved enough , i’m open to feedback and suggestions !!!!! send em over !!!!!
disclaimer: THIS IS NOT HEALTHY also some of this is based off shit i’ve done i’m sorry don’t cancel me i have an avoidant attachment lol
warnings: toxic! pope cody x toxic! fem reader, mentions of smut, general toxicity, um don’t do this
here’s what i’m thinking,
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toxic! pope, but just as toxic ! reader. he hates when she flirts with other guys vs her who is purposefully friendly to get him riled up.
toxic! pope opens your location like he’s checking on his sims. he wants to know everytime you leave your house, where you’re going, who your with, for how long, and he gets extremely pissy when you don’t comply.
toxic! you will purposely turn your phone on airplane mode and then go about your day just to see popes massive truck parked across the street from the store you were at.
toxic! pope just has separation anxiety :(
toxic! you on the other hand treasure your independence and love having your own space, this is a very common point of confrontation for the both of you.
despite what people may think, toxic! pope is not necessarily the dominant one in bed. i think 8/10 times he just wants you to use him. he loves you with his entire being (to an unhealthy extent) and his more then content to let you do whatever, he would let you murder him if you truly wanted to.
this creates this unhealthy power dynamic where your genuinely feel so powerful. when you’re mad at him, you won’t let him touch you. not only in a sexual sense, but if he goes to cuddle up to you on the couch and you push him away, he’ll literally sit at the floor at your feet.
but you sometimes feel the need to get put in your place. he is more then happy to do that for you.
you look at him straight in the eye and tell him
“shut the fuck up !” after he tries to get you to put away your clothes before they get wrinkled.
and he knows damn well you want the opposite. you’ve trained him so well ! what you want is for him to whisper filthy words in the shell of you ear while he hold you down with one hand and two fingers deep inside you with the other.
“yeah ? you like that huh? fucking filthy.”
“you need to get off your high fuckin’ horse and realize what you are. a pathetic little girl who thinks with her cunt.”
“yeah that cunt gets achy and suddenly the rest of your brain starts leaking out of it.”
he knows you like it otherwise he would never. after the first time you convinced to to do it, he started crying because he feels bad :(
in fact he researches what to say on porn websites ! then he feels bad for watching porn without you so he starts crying again 🙄🙄 now you have to comfort him again 🙄🙄🙄 (you love it)
toxic! pope will look at you up and down after you’ve changed for a party and will tell you to go change.
“change. now.”
“what do you mean. you know i only want to look good for you.”
“i don’t want them looking at what’s mine.”
“but-”
“no change.”
and the worst part is, you comply. you even get a little excited when he moves to pick out the outfit he wants to you wear. usually a little more modest but not necessarily conservative. he’s not a monster !
he just doesn’t want people to see your cleavage, or ass, or collarbones, or thighs, ideally not midriff but he can’t give up getting to look at your sparkly and dangle belly piercing. and yes, you also are ‘forced’ to wear a pair of heels that make you slightly taller then him.
deran and j definitely clock how unhealthy your relationship is, but they know better the. to say anything. you’re both right where you want to be.
I'm pretty much a germaphobe so being with andrew could be me fussing over his dirty clothes/hands from a job and him scolding me for being messy !!!! Also him understanding I don't want to be touched after he pets a grime dog lol
this is so me cause i took a public health class and now im afraid of germs 😭😭
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he’d be so understanding. his anxiety and control issues manifested into his need for cleanliness so he is more then happy to ensure that your space is always clean. he does the dishes because you can’t handle soggy food. he makes sure the lint trap in the dryer is empty. he always makes sure you’re car, purse, each room, and counter has a hand sanitizer. he bought even you the hello kitty touch land case for your birthday!
it’s safe to say, he takes germs seriously. god forbid you have an allergy, he only only go to restaurants that cater to being allergy friendly. if your gluten free, he will argue with the worker at the bakery that pytting the gluten free option in the same case as regular flour is NOT gluten free, and is a breeding ground for cross contamination.
he would never judge you for feeling icky. as soon as you ou both come home from a day out, he savors the shared showers you have. taking turns lovingly scrubbing away the germa and your anxiety. he makes sure that your safe clothes are always clean and NEVER lets outside clothes or shoes on the bed.
he also trains lena very well. when she comes over after school or daycare, she always showers in your guest room and changes into the clean clothes he set out for her. she never judges you, she understands the importance of staying clean. he taught her the proper technique for washing her hands, she never touches her face. she also rarely gets sick because of these habits!
cw: fluff-smut, FILTH, MDNI‼️, established relationship, post PHM, alien cultural misunderstandings, biology gone terribly right, enthusiastic scientific observation, Sex Ed with Dr. Ryland Grace™, science-induced horniness, unintentional voyeurism (non-sexual intent), consensual observation, exhibitionism awakening, not your usual morning sexy time, praise kink, fingering, oral m!receiving, protected sex, breeding kink (fantasized), pregnancy discussion (no pregnancy), mutual pining, excessive affection, somehow still touch-starved Ryland, Ryland completely forgetting how to remain objective.
summary: Adrian is trying their absolute best to care for Erid's only human pair. Rocky supports to the fullest.
The million dollar question: Why does Erid's only human pair keeps performing mating behaviors when they have no intention of reproducing?
Adrian insists that only a live demonstration can provide the missing data. After all, the most important thing is the health and wellbeing of the only endangered species on Erid. Proper care requires proper research.
Unfortunately for Ryland and you, the endangered blue macaws in question are... the two of you.
Both of you swear it’s just a normal morning.
As usual Rocky and Adrian stop by during breakfast, the conversation drifts from crop yields to the newest improvements in the biodomes, and for a blissful hour, everything feels perfectly ordinary.
Then Adrian chirps. “My Love, question.”
After months of hearing Ryland call you nothing else, the Eridians had simply concluded that My Love was apparently your name.
“Yes?” You replied, still chewing on your breakfast.
“Ooh…” Ryland visibly shrinks to himself. “That’s never a good way to start a sentence.”
“Adrian has reviewed the human educational materials.”
“Okay…”
“Anatomical diagrams are excellent.”
Ryland sighs in relief.
“However.”
“There it is.”
You glance nervously at Ryland and he doesn’t look any better.
“Demonstrations are insufficiently detailed.”
You blink. “What do you mean, demonstrations?”
“Anatomical lecture video is informative.” Adrian continues.
“Good.”
“The reproductive process remains… incomplete.”
“…Incomplete?”
“It explains gametes, fertilization. It does not explain why bonded humans repeatedly perform reproductive behavior but intentionally prevents fertilization, why no complete explanation for behavioral sequence, question?”
You nearly choke on your drink. Beside you, Ryland quietly closes his eyes, accepting his fate.
Then Adrian continues, earnestly.
“Current hypothesis: pair-bond maintenance.”
Silence.
“Secondary hypothesis: stress regulation.”
Ryland rubs a hand over his face.
“Third hypothesis: recreational.”
“…No.” Ryland already knows where this is going.
Both Adrian and Rocky tilt their carapace.
“No?”
“No.”
Another thoughtful pause.
Rocky joins the conversation. “Would additional—”
“ROCKY.”
“Adrians need details, can’t understand from Earth’s science video.” Startled Rocky clicks in confusion.
Ryland being Ryland, keeps trying to avoid explaining any further, but his curious friends won’t stop asking either.
“Grace.”
“No.”
Neither Eridian seems remotely discouraged, they simply exchange a series of thoughtful clicks before Adrian tries again.
“Observation also insufficient.”
Ryland frowns. “…Observation?”
“Cannot understand from only listening to Grace and My Love.”
The room falls completely silent.
“…What?”
“Why humans so noisy while mate, question?”
“…Excuse me?”
You clasp a hand over your mouth as a loud gasp of realization hits you, Ryland looks like he’s considering launching himself out the nearest airlock.
“Wha—how did you—”
He points accusingly between the two Eridians.
“You’ve been watching us?” Now he actually sounds horrified.
“Listening,” Rocky corrects. “Not watching.”
“That is not better!”
“It was not intentional,” Adrian says. “Biodomes transmit sound efficiently.”
“Very efficiently.” Rocky added as an agreement. “Eridians incredible hearing, why Grace keeps forgetting, Grace dumb.”
Ryland’s face drops at that.
“Your resonance frequencies are impressive.” Adrian added.
Ryland groans loud enough to make both Eridians click in concern. But oblivious to the source of his distress, Adrian asks their next question.
“If offspring are not desired, why perform reproductive behavior? Grace and My Love performs frequently.”
Ryland makes a noise somewhere between a sigh and a dying star.
You finally realize what the problem is. Embarrassment simply… doesn’t translate across species.
You clear your throat.
“You’re approaching this like it’s only biology.”
Adrian tilts their carapace. “Clarify.”
“For humans, reproduction and pair-bonding overlap, some behaviors have biological functions, but they’re also shaped by emotion and personal relationships, a way for us to express how we feel for our…mate.” You try so very carefully, explain to them.
“Curious.” Adrian pauses for several seconds before chirping. “Adrian wishes to improve understanding. Can Grace and My Love demonstrate now?”
“…D-demonstrate?”
“Yes, demonstrate humans mating ritual.”
Ryland swallows at the thought, immediately understanding what Adrian is asking for.
“Grace and My Love explains better than Earth’s videos.”
“Yes, like puppet show.” Rocky chitters happily, completely missing the weight of the favors they are asking for.
“They’re not judging us.” You sigh, looking towards Ryland.
“No.”
“They’re not making fun of us.”
“Nope.”
“They’re literally writing biology notes.”
“…Yes…We’re the only humans in their system.” Ryland groans, dragging a hand down his face. “That somehow makes it worse.”
Silence settles over the room. The two of you steal uncertain glances at one another.
Finally, Ryland clears his throat. “…You’d have to ask her. I’m not making that decision for both of us.”
Lies.
You know him well enough to catch the flicker in his eyes. Curiosity, embarrassment. And beneath both of them, the unmistakable excitement he’d been trying so desperately to hide.
Ryland likes the idea.
Your own thoughts aren’t much better, it should horrify you. But for reasons neither of you expected, that doesn’t repel the two of you. Instead, it got you pressing your legs together.
Ryland caught that, his hand finds your thigh beneath the table, giving it a gentle squeeze and you lace your fingers through his.
The corners of his mouth lift ever so slightly.
Neither Eridian misses the exchange.
“Grace’s heart rate has increased,” Adrian observes.
“Body temperature elevated and behavior consistently indicates Grace ready to mate now.”
Both Rocky and Adrian clicks happily.
“Agreement!”
Ryland nearly chokes.
“W-What? No—that’s not—” He gestures helplessly between the two Eridians. “I-…I, of course I’m aroused, s-she…she’s my mate and both of you just put the thought in my mind so early in the morning.”
Heat rushes to your face.
The worst part is knowing neither Rocky nor Adrian means anything by it.
They’re not voyeurs.
They’re scientists.
They’re trying to understand.
To them, this is no different from asking how human lungs work, or why humans laugh, or what makes a pair bond last a lifetime. No judgment, no hidden motive. Simply another scientific question
That makes it so much harder to say no.
You sit there in silence, feeling so caught red handed, cause you know very well, to you and Ryland it’s entirely something else. Your eyes slowly find Ryland’s.
There it is. Neither of you really needs convincing anymore.
“We…can,” Your voice comes out much quieter than intended. “I-I guess?”
“…What?…” Ryland blinks.
“We can…” You swallow, forcing yourself to finish the sentence. “…demonstrate.”
For a heartbeat, he simply stares at you.
The words have barely left your mouth before Ryland is pulling you into him. His lips crashing onto yours in a hurried kiss, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other wraps securely around your waist.
You instinctively circle your arms around his neck, melting into the familiar warmth, answering his kiss without hesitation.
Desperate. His tongue pushes past your lips as he tilts his head to the side to kiss you deeper, his hands are quick to under your shirt, wandering over your skin in slow, affectionate strokes, lingering wherever they land, hesitant to move.
He pulls off the kiss, just enough for his forehead to rest against yours, both of you struggling to catch your breath as he creates the smallest sliver of space to speak. “You see?” He never takes his eyes off you. “What you call a human mating ritual isn’t just for reproduction.” His thumb lazily traces your cheek, he can’t help touching you.
“Speaking for the two of us…specifically.”
A fond smile softens his voice. “We do this… frequently because it makes us feel the closest to each other.”
His nose brushes yours. Featherlight. Lingering there for a heartbeat before nosing against your cheek with a quiet, contented sigh, rubbing himself against you in the most habitual gesture that seems almost beyond conscious thought. “It feels good,” He whispers, the words swallowed by the warmth between you.
“Pleasurable.”
As if he still isn’t close enough, he nuzzles fully into you, cheek ghosting slowly along yours before settling into the curve of your face, smiling to himself when you instinctively lean into the touch. “And…” He kisses softly under your ears, sending shivers down your spine.
“I love making her feel good.”
His confessions so soft it leaves you speechless, you can only hide your face against the crook of his neck, far too shy from his actions. Especially, knowing that in just a few moments, your sweet alien friends will be diligently documenting everything that follows in the name of science.
“My Love is responding to Grace’s touch, mating behaviors reciprocated.”
Ryland lets out an awkward chuckle. “…Right.” Then he shifts his attention back to you.
“Up.”
You don’t hesitate.
The moment you jump up, Ryland sweeps you into his arms effortlessly, holding you close enough that your laughter brushes against his neck.
“Ry!”
“Couldn’t wait,” He admits with a sheepish smile as he hurries toward the bedroom.
Rocky and Adrian exchange an excited series of chitters before following several steps behind, dutifully continuing what they believe to be an extraordinarily important scientific observation.
Ryland sets you gently back on your feet before turning to face the two Eridians.
“If we’re doing this…” He rubs the back of his neck. “…We’re doing it properly.”
“Exactly.” Ryland points at him. “…Scientific method…”
He steps closer, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear before pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead, then he reaches for your hand. “This,” Intertwining your fingers with his, he begins. “comes first.”
Both Eridians lean forward. “Humans don’t begin with reproduction.” Adrian chimes.
“Yes, we begin with trust.”
Ryland smiles at you before continuing. “Everything starts with communication. Consent. Making sure both people are comfortable.” His thumb traces slow circles across the back of your hand. “Touch isn’t just physical.” His voice soft. “It’s reassuring.”
Then he lifts your hand up to his face
“I’m asking even though I already know the answer.” A faint smile tugs at his lips before he tilts his head just enough to brush a lingering kiss on your knuckles.
So impossibly tender.
“Repeated confirmation.” Rocky notes to himself, Adrian continues. “Must indicate mutual willingness before progression.”
Ryland nods.
“That’s one of the most important things about humans.” He looks back at you, his expression softening. “And honestly…” Another sheepish grin spreads across his face.
“I just really like holding her.”
You can only blush upon his statement.
“Human mating consists of numerous affectionate behaviors before, during, and independent of reproduction.” Adrian clicks happily.
Ryland chuckles. “…That’s actually a pretty good summary.”
“They really are just writing biology notes.”
“I know.” Ryland sighs. “…I still can’t believe I’m teaching alien anthropology with my own relationship.”
“In the name of science?” You ask teasingly, biting on your lips to hide the smile.
“In the name of whatever they are trying to conclude.” His reply makes you laugh, cupping his cheeks in your hand, holding him softly as he slowly kneels in front of you.
“May I?” He asks, pressing a lingering kiss to the waistband of your shorts.
A smile tugs at your lips as you nod in reply.
He carefully slid them down, letting them pool around your feet.
Then slowly, so slowly, his fingertips trail upwards from your ankles, tracing a slow path over your skin until they reach the hem of your shirt. He gently lifts it, easing the fabric higher before pulling it over your head, his lips following in its way with absentminded kisses, he can’t bear to leave an inch of you untouched.
He guides you to the bed, helping you settle comfortably between his legs. He pats his chest, silently asking you to lean back against him.
You do, resting against him while facing Rocky and Adrian.
The two Eridians remain completely focused, watching with undivided attention of scientists attending an important lecture.
Ryland clears his throat. “Next step,” Effortlessly switching into teacher mode despite the growing heat in his body, “you make sure your…mate is ready to take you.” Referring to you as mate got him feeling some type of way, actually and verbally claiming you. He says it so naturally, and you like it, for all you know you are his.
You tense with anticipation, mentally preparing yourself for what’s coming.
“Relax,” He murmurs, offering you a reassuring smile as his hands gently guide your legs open. “Show them My Love, they can’t observe if they can’t see.”
Now that this is actually happening, embarrassing excitement floods through you. Something about Ryland explaining this as seriously as your eager audience sends different kinds of thrill through your body.
His hand remains intertwined with yours, easing you as he continues his demonstration, he slowly runs his fingers along your heat, breath shaking slightly the moment he feels your wetness.
“hhnnh—Ry…”
Two of his fingers gently spreading your folds open.
Never in your life have you felt this exposed, and to your own amusement, your body refuses to hide how affected you are by leaking more of yourself.
“You like this don’t you?” Ryland teases as he never stop tracing over your entrance.
You can only answer him with muffled moans, stuffing your face against his neck. It’s impossible to keep looking at Rocky and Adrian, too ashamed of how much you are enjoying yourself in this situation.
Ryland lets out a soft breathy laugh before returning to his explanation. “The human female body is just…amazing…” His voice lowers with admiration.
“Extraordinary.”
Ryland softly nudges on the hood of your clit, exposing them. “You may already recognize this structure from the anatomical video,”
“This…this is the clitoris, It’s one of the most densely innervated structures in the human body, containing thousands of sensory nerve endings. Unlike many other parts of the reproductive system, its primary biological function isn’t reproduction itself, but sensory perception.” He glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian before continuing.
“So by stimulating it…she’s going to experience a great deal of pleasure.”
He does exactly as he’s describing, his finger starts rubbing slow circles on your little nub making you writhe from the contact, panting softly into his skin.
“Everything we’re doing right now has a purpose.”
Your fingers tighten around the hand intertwined with yours while your other hand finds his wrist, holding on through the overwhelming vulnerability of the moment.
“We call this foreplay,” Ryland continues. His voice is calm, but every sentence carries a little more enthusiasm than the last, clearly enjoying whatever is unfolding upfront. “It’s part of how humans prepare physically and emotionally before reproduction becomes possible.”
He lightly pinches on your clit and a tiny yelp escapes you.
Adrian chirps. “Mating noises increase. Therefore, mating noises indicates to experiencing pleasure, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet laugh. “Well… not all humans are particularly… vocal.”
His eyes drift back to you.
“But lucky me, she is.”
A helpless whine escapes you at his words. Ryland bites his lower lip, unable to hide the smile threatening to break free. He looks almost unfairly pleased with himself, every little sound you make is another reminder that he knows you and your body by heart.
“I like how expressive she is,” Ryland continues working on you, somehow not losing the almost lecturer-like tone. “Her reactions tell me whether she likes what I’m doing or not, if what I’m doing is welcomed, and if I’m taking care of her the way she needs.”
Rocky and Adrian exchange a thoughtful series of chitters. “So vocalization functions as communication.”
“For many humans, yes,” Ryland replies. “It’s not universal, but it can be an important part of how partners understand one another.”
You lift your face up to find his eyes never looking away from you. There’s unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
“I’d say, she’s enjoying herself.”
The contrast between his composed explanation and the way his finger doesn’t stop toying with you leaves your thoughts in complete disarray. If this is his version of talking dirty to you, you need him to keep talking this way.
A push of his finger past your entrance breaks your busy thoughts.
“Now, I need to make sure she’s relaxed enough to continue.”
Soft whimpers slip past your lips the moment he pushes a second finger.
“That’s it,” He murmured warmly.
You never quite get used to how he just seems to know exactly what you need.
“Open up for me...”
So skilled with his movements, his fingers perfectly in tune with how he moves his hand, opening them as he goes inwards, closing them as he goes outwards. In and out just like that, the pad of his fingers rubs against the warm spongy walls inside of you.
“Kiss…” You whisper, voice trembling. “W-want kiss.”
You need him to kiss you. To ground you. To give you something to hide behind, because being so completely exposed as the center of his lesson for your sweet, unsuspecting audience that are diligently taking notes is almost more than your flustered heart can bear.
Every explanation he gives seems to make it worse. Speaking about you with such quiet admiration, each sentence carries the tenderness of a love letter that is whispered gently against your skin.
“Mhm.” Ryland glances briefly toward Rocky and Adrian, unable to hide the quiet pride in his smile, proudly showing off how good he takes care of you. He kisses you slow, a little messy, humming softly into the kiss when he feels you biting on his lower lips.
You can’t stop moaning into his mouth as he swallows them whole. Especially when his knuckles deep fingers curl inside you, hitting exactly on your sweet spot, making you twist in his hold. You jerk off the kiss, breathless.
“R-ry! please…”
He feels it immediately, the way your walls flutter before clamping hard around his fingers, he answers you with a moan, somehow feeling the pleasure himself just from watching you.
“Come on Lovey, you’re so close.” He murmurs.
Your body trembles against him, broken sobs of his name spills off your lips. You bury your face in the crook of his neck again, squirming helplessly in his embrace as wave after wave of high crashes over you.
Ryland slows down his finger, talking you through it by whispering soft praises by your ear.
“There’s my girl.”
The words are followed by featherlight kisses along your temple, soothing you as your breathing slowly begins to steady.
Adrian chirps delightfully. “My Love has reach climax. Does this count as a successful mating, question?”
Ryland lets out a quiet chuckle. “Not quite.” He continues easing you, his lips brushing your cheek between explanations.
“As I said, the human female body is extraordinary, they are capable of reaching climax more than once and that doesn’t necessarily mean reproduction has occurred. Before we start the intercourse, it’ll be more comfortable for her this way.”
Rocky and Adrian diligently noting down the new information.
Ryland gently withdraws his fingers, taking them in his mouth long enough to steal a lingering taste of you before a quiet, helpless groan slips from him.
His eyes flutter shut for the briefest moment.
Just how much he’d rather be doing you properly right now, going down on you, feasting on what’s left of you for him. Instead, he exhales a breathless laugh, acknowledging the fact that his face would be in the way of the demonstration, when the whole point was for Rocky and Adrian to actually see what he was explaining.
It will only complicate things and raise far more questions than it answered.
With visible unwillingness, he pushes the thought aside and brushes a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “You okay?” He asks softly. “Good to continue?”
“Yes…” You answer almost immediately, nodding eagerly, still tucked safely against him. “Please, Ry~”
A smile tugs at the corner of his lips.
“Atta girl.” He presses soft smooches across your cheeks. “Help me out will you?”
You pull yourself from the comfort of his embrace, shifting to kneel beside him, your gaze never leaving his as you kiss your way down, all while pushing on the hem of his shirt. The shirt is in your way.
You give it a small, impatient tug. “Take it off,” Your whine sounds almost annoyed at how the shirt is covering him.
Ryland chuckles under his breath, unable to hide the amused smile spreading across his face. “Bossy,” He whispers under his breath, already reaching for the hem of his shirt.
You answer by kissing the smile right off his lips, your hands fumble with the waistband of his pants tugging the fabric down hastily, just enough to free him.
Ryland lets out a shaky breath as his cock sprangs out all tall and ready, the heads throbbing angry red, leaking shiny beads of precum.
You too can’t help the embarrassingly needy whine at that sight, one that never fails to make your mouth water.
He is just so pretty everywhere, all for you.
“Well…” He looks down at himself and laughs under his breath, clearly trying to slip back into his teacher mode. “I…I don’t really have much to explain about the human male. Specifically myself.” His sentence falters as your touch steals the rest of his thoughts. “I’m just—”
Your hand wraps around him, leaning into the curve of his neck, you lick on his skin before leaving a series of lingering kisses. You playfully nip on his skin, sucking on them softly as you hum in contentment, unable to resist leaving your mark.
“F-fuck…” He cries out. The softness of your lips on his neck paired with the way your thumb is circling on his dribbling tip. All the sensation steals the last of his composure, his head tips back against the headboard as a shaky moan escapes him.
He closes his eyes for a brief moment before forcing himself to continue. “While some human males… need more time to become physically ready…”
Another breath catches in his throat.
“I’m…” Ryland laughs breathlessly. “I’m just always like this with her.” The confession earns warmth across his cheeks that has nothing to do with embarrassment anymore. “I-I think…” He exhales another quiet laugh, shaking his head. “I t-think you’ll explain m-me…much better Love,” Meeting your eyes with an utterly helpless smile.
“I… I can’t.”
Gone was the composed lecturer tone. All that’s left is a hopelessly, thoroughly, and utterly undone Ryland.
Rocky clicks several times, spinning around in rapid succession. “Grace incapable of objective scientific observation.”
Ryland snorts, though it quickly catches in his throat. “Yeah, well—hnngh…” He struggles to gather a sentence together. “You… have no idea how incredible she is.”
Adrian pauses from taking notes.
“Grace’s explanations contain an unusually high frequency of compliments.”
Rocky clicks knowingly. “Bias detected.”
“It’s called…” Ryland breathes out another shaky laugh. “…being in love, Rocky.”
You bite back a smile, delighted with his response. “Okay,” You say sweetly. “Let’s stop teasing him.” Saying that while you proceed to do the exact opposite, never actually moving your hand and only toying around his tip.
“My Love also demonstrates mischievous behavior,” Adrian notes.
You grin. “There are lots of ways humans approach foreplay. While Ryland used his hand on me…” You glance up at him with a look that promises trouble. “…I’m going to use my mouth.”
Ryland exhales sharply, hips jerking up at your words.
“He prefers that,” You tell the two Eridians with a knowing smile. “You two just watch him,” You continued. “You’ll understand.”
And despite his flushed out situation, he smiles at your remarks.
You give him a long lick from the base back to the head, suckling softly on them before slowly taking him whole.
Ryland’s whole body shudders instantly at the feeling of your warm mouth around him.
You start bobbing your head pulling out soft whiny grunts from him before he can stop it.
Rocky chirps excitedly. “Grace equally vocal.” Adrian immediately added to the observation notes. “Pair demonstrates reciprocal vocal communication.”
Ryland, looking thoroughly dazed, manages to lift one hand just enough to flash Rocky a weary thumbs-down. Then his hand slides down into your hair, tugging on them softly when you start gagging on him. “S-slow down…” He breathes out. “You’re gonna hurt yourself…and I’m—” A choked moan cuts him off.
“I’m not gonna last…”
You hum pulling off him with a soft pop, wiping the corner of your mouth before reaching over to the bedside table for a condom. To this day, neither of you knows why the Hail Mary had an emergency supply of condoms tucked away in the storage. Guess whoever packed them had somehow anticipated some scenarios.
You silently thank them every single time.
Holding it up for Rocky and Adrian to see, you explain, “This is one of humans contraceptives. It goes over the male reproductive organ and acts as a barrier, preventing sperm from reaching the female reproductive tract. That way, pregnancy doesn’t occur.” You press one last lingering kiss on his length before carefully rolling the condom into place, earning a quiet hiss from him.
“We’re…actually running low on these,” You admit, cheeks warming as you realize just how quickly the supply has dwindled.
Ryland lets out a breathless laugh, unable to hide the smile spreading across his face at your flustered confession. “Back on Earth, we had plenty of different contraceptive options,” He adds, slipping back into his lecturer’s cadence. “But here… our choices are a little…limited…”
You glance hopefully at Rocky and Adrian. “If… you two wouldn’t mind helping us…” The request alone makes your face burn. “I could mark a few possible ways that might be possible to recreate…here.” And you just can’t withstand your own request anymore, instinctively folding yourself into Ryland’s embrace, letting out an embarrassed sound as you do so.
He catches you immediately, laughing softly as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. “Another reason why humans separate intimacy from reproduction.”
You nod against his chest. “Our situation just…” You trail off before quietly finishing, “…isn’t one where having a baby would be responsible.” The words linger heavier than you expect. Not because you’re unhappy, quite the opposite actually.
You have Ryland.
You have Rocky, Adrian, and everyone else.
A home, strange as it may be.
But if circumstances had been different, if it had been back on Earth, living an ordinary life together. With a man like him? You’d spent half your life pregnant and the other half wondering how you ended up pregnant again. You are definitely having his babies, constantly. The man wouldn’t stand a chance, Ryland would’ve looked utterly bewildered every single time.
You know yourself well enough to admit the truth. You will never find yourself not pregnant.
The thought makes you smile into his shoulder, but some dreams simply belong to another world.
Ryland notices the change in your expression immediately. “Lovey...”
“You okay?” He brushes a thumb across your cheek.
You nod, smiling a little wider this time. “Just thinking.”
Before either of you can say anything else, Rocky’s excited clicking fills the room. “Okay. Now showtime! Hurry, hurry!”
The quiet moment dissolves instantly.
You slowly lift your head from his shoulder. “Uh…Ry…” Your voice comes out even smaller this time. “You should explain this part…” There is simply no way you’ll be able to. The moment he starts, it will be impossible for you to state actual sentences, you are not going to embarrass yourself by trying.
“Of course,” He kisses the top of your head before looking at you with a smile that barely hides the need in his eyes.
“How would you like to have me?”
“The one where I c-can lean on you…” You trail off, already feeling your face burn more and more. “You know which one…or just however you think is… s-suitable for the observation.”
Your answer earns a fond smile.
“You are adorable.”
Ryland clears his throat. “Intercourse,” He begins, “…well the real deal.” attempting to gather what little composure he has left. “This is the actual reproductive act.” His own thoughts have become an absolute mess.
Of course they have.
He’s about to fuck you and he needs to explain it in a very biologically proper way as he do so. That too in front of two alien scientists who are watching with the enthusiasm of graduate students attending a guest lecture.
Without another word, you settle where he asks you to, following his lead. He gently raises your legs, draping them over his own to keep you comfortably in place. The position leaves you spread open all for the two researchers to see and they still have absolutely no idea why humans find any of this embarrassing.
“This part,” Ryland says, stealing a quick glance toward Rocky and Adrian, “isn’t that different from the educational material you already reviewed.”
Both Eridians chirp in agreement.
He lets out a nervous laugh. “So… I guess this is mostly for completeness.” His scientific tone remains remarkably steady, though you catch the tiny stutter that slips into his words. He grabs himself by the base, aligning his cock with your entrance to slowly glide through your folds, coating himself with the slick already waiting for him. “As we’ve already explained, a proper foreplay and preparation make the process considerably more comfortable. To simply say it, the wetter she is…the better.”
“Ry—nhh…i-inside…” An impatient whine slips past your lips as you instinctively buck your hips forward, trying to coax him to push in.
Ryland only chuckles under his breath.
“Patience, My Love…” He murmurs, tightening his arm around your waist just enough to keep you still. “I’m not going anywhere.”
Pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, lingering there for a moment before smiling against your hair. He then continues his explanation.
“It’ll still feel snug, just not uncomfortably tight. She is relaxed and that makes it easier for her to r-receive…me.” He swallows. “…easier for me to slide in, because the body naturally provides lubrication.”
You know him well enough to hear the cracks beginning to form beneath the composed explanation.
He’s losing the battle with his own desire.
The two of you are trying.
Desperately trying.
Holding back so much, to present this like a proper, respectable scientific demonstration. Instead of whatever exploration this has become. Fighting every urge to just go rabbits at each other the way you usually do, where the second you’re alone together, any remaining dignity gets launched straight out the nearest airlock.
None of this is normal.
Both you and Ryland are doing your absolute best to pretend that it is. As if any of this could possibly be considered ordinary.
It isn’t.
And somehow, that’s exactly what makes the whole situation feel so ridiculously exciting.
With one smooth push, he is in.
“Ry!” You yelp helplessly, as if he hadn’t been inside you for months instead of less than twenty-four hours.
“I know…I-I know, Lovey.”
His hand smooths over your hips in slow, reassuring strokes, seemingly meant to calm you down. But the shaky breath that follows, gives him away almost immediately.
He’s just as much trying to calm himself.
Slowly, he starts moving his hips, pulling back just enough to settle right back in.
The drive is just crazy, it’s almost comical how impossible it is to keep your hands off each other, or maybe you’re just a little too sexually compatible.
It doesn’t help that life on Erid is alarmingly peaceful.
No emails.
No jobs.
No bills.
No taxes.
Just the two of you, hopelessly in love, with far too much free time on your hands. The odds were never in your favor.
He pauses, catching his breath. “I—… I need a second.” The groan that leaves Ryland borders on feral as he buries his face against your shoulder, huffing and puffing, trying to collect himself to continue his very serious, very scientific lecture.
Rocky tilts his carapace. “Grace respiratory efficiency decreased.”
“I’m aware.”
“Teaching quality also decreased.”
“…T-thanks.” He chokes out.
“She just—feels good…” He admits with a shaky laugh. “…Too good.” Every word comes out as heavy as the roll of his hips. Pumping in and out of you in deep slow thrust, the measured pace lasting around two seconds before he starts ramming into you.
You? you’re gone, stupidly moaning and babbling his name at every sweet graze of his length, you’re no longer capable of forming words.
One of his arms remains securely wrapped around your waist, holding you close, while his other hand drifts upward to fondle on your breast.
“The breasts…” Ryland manages between uneven breaths. “Their primary biological purpose is lactation, b-but…” He swallows “…like the clitoris, the nipples also contain numerous sensory nerve endings. Stimulating them during intimacy can… increase pleasure.”
You gasp loudly when he tugs on them between his fingers, sending shivers through your whole body.
“Y-yes!…please~”
Ryland’s composure cracks into a dazed lovestruck smile. “You’re so pretty hmmm…” He practically whines out the words. “So, s-so pretty Lovey…you’re so pretty.”
The admiration in his voice is so genuine it makes your heart squeeze.
Rapid clicking.
“Grace deviates from lecture.”
Ryland grunts. “I know.”
“Compliment unnecessary for scientific accuracy.”
“It is for me.”
“…Fuck.” He lets out another helpless laugh. “They’re so pretty...” He can’t resist giving them a teasing little bounce.
“Everything…e-everything about you is so pretty My Love.”
Adrian’s claws never stop moving. “Grace repeatedly interrupts explanations to compliment My Love.”
Rocky clicks. “Pattern consistent.”
“Can we not… not put that in the paper?”
“Already documented.”
Ryland groans.
The hand on your waist travels down between your legs, back to circle your clit. “And…” He says, pausing to steady his breathing as he feels you clenching harder immediately from the stimulation. “…since pleasure is the goal for us,” Another shaky inhale. “Again, the special little button.” By the end of the sentence, even Ryland sounds unconvinced that he’s still giving a demonstration.
“Fuck—that’s it!” He groans out. “I—I can’t anymore.”
His face disappears into the crook of your neck, muffling another helpless sound as he sucks at your skin, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. “I’ve explained…all that I can.” He forces himself to look towards the two Eridians, his eyes glassy with the strain of holding himself together. “I want to f-focus… on her.” Another shaky breath escapes him. “Just… save your questions for later...”
“Please.”
It’s almost funny. How he is begging them like they force him to keep talking.
A chorus of giggly chirps answers him, clearly amused by how thoroughly the great Ryland Grace has fallen apart.
“Reason, Grace no longer capable of coherent explanation.”
“Both of you…” Another breath catches in his throat. “…are absolutely paying us back for this.”
“Not a problem,” Adrian replies without hesitation. “Adrian and Rocky will compensate Grace and My Love appropriately.” Followed with another round of cheerful clicks.
Neither Eridian realizes they’re teasing him.
Which somehow makes it even worse.
His thrust grew more and more erratic, growing closer and closer from how you’re clamping mercilessly on him. Every ounce of composure he’d been clinging to, slips through his fingers.
“I wish…” His voice catches, and the confession escapes before he can stop it, “wish I could b-breed you like they said.” He shuts his eyes for a moment, as if he immediately regrets saying it aloud.
He swiftly flips both of your bodies, pinning you down against the bed as he snaps his hips harder. “…Wish I could fuck you full of my cum.” One admission becomes another. “You’d look perfect carrying my babies…all swollen and pretty.” The impossible dreams he’d kept buried slips free before he can stop himself, before he can think better of it.
“W-want too…Ry! hnnngh—” You breathe, the words breaking apart between uneven breaths. To your own embarrassment, you can feel tears gathering in your eyes. “want y-your babies~”
It feels ridiculous to be on the verge of crying now, of all moments. But the longing beneath his words reaches somewhere far deeper than either of you expected.
“You’d be beautiful…I know you would,” His voice trembles, laced with wonder and heartache. “I wish we could have a family.”
The words force both of your breaking points.
Your body convulses under him, crying out his name as you milk everything he got in him. He buries his face against your neck, making you catch even the littlest desperate sound out of him as he spurts ropes of white cums into the condom, clinging to you like you’re the only thing anchoring him. Your face pressing against the mattress, muffling the sounds of you falling apart.
The tears finally spill off your eyes, not from sadness. But the overwhelming ache of loving someone so much that, for one fleeting moment, the impossible feels close enough to touch.
Ryland peppers open-mouthed kisses along your neck before trailing them slowly down your spine, every lingering kiss meant to soothe you through the last waves of your high as he carefully pulls out of you. He drops his body beside you, pulling you in his embrace.
“Such a good girl..” He whispers, “Always did so well for me Lovey.” pressing a tender kiss so lovingly on your cheek. “I love you…”
His soft kisses continues all over your face, brushing away the tears clinging on your lashes before gently fixing the hair that’s sticking on your forehead. Simply holding you close until your breathing gradually evens out beneath his embrace. Only once he’s certain you’ve settled does he finally lift his gaze to the two Eridians.
“You…” He clears his throat, still sounding delightfully wrecked. “Both of you.”
Rocky and Adrian perk up immediately.
“There’s a procedure back on Earth called a vasectomy.” He gestures vaguely, his thoughts clearly still scrambled. “If you can recreate something similar…”
You don’t quite catch where he’s going, your mind still floating somewhere in the haze of your high.
He doesn’t even hesitate. “I just— I really need to be able to finish inside her.”
“…Yes…” You answer absentmindedly, before your own words register, heat immediately rushing to your face.
“If you can figure out a permanent contraceptive, anything that makes me sterile, please…” He lets out a tired laugh. “yeah…forget the payment talk, just give me that.”
Rocky responds with a rapid burst of amused chitters. “Grace exceptionally desperate.”
Another click.
“Grace wants permanent solution because Grace leaks too much.” Rocky chirps.
“Leaky space blob.”
Ryland groans, dropping his forehead onto your shoulder.
“…I walked right into that one.”
Rocky chirps triumphantly while Adrian quietly adds another line to the growing stack of observations, sounding almost pleased with themself.
“Conclusion,” Adrian chirps. “Grace requests sterilization to increase mating frequency.”
Ryland lets out the longest, most defeated sigh of the day.
“…That is, unfortunately, an accurate conclusion.”
afterwords: I AM SO IN LOVE WITH HOW IN LOVE ROCKY IS WITH ADRIAN ughhhhhh…
i just hope this doesn’t freak you guys out, i think it’s so funny and hot at the same time, AND YEAH IDK RYRY FELT SO ASSERTIVE AND SASSY, I JUST CAN’T STOP WRITING HIM AS A SOFT DOM, I WANNA DO THINGS FOR HIM…ANYTHING, woof woof~
English isn't my first language, so there might be a few awkward phrases or grammar mistakes here and there. If you spot any mistakes, feedback is always appreciated.
Thank You so much for reading this -actual Grace ❤︎
okay, idea for a fic! little out of cannon for the show, but I think it would be great. basically the idea is there is a new analyst at station that Sammy ends up adoring (police analyst typically work closely with detectives to in this case gathering intel on a suspect and helping them analyze stuff like social media, phone records, etc). She is a seasoned analyst, and he is jaw dropped by her intelligence and whit. I hope that makes sense!! thank you in advance if you chose it!!
oooh ur cooking rn. personally i love the idea of a legally blonde moment where everyone underestimates her because she’s so cutesie and maybe a little socially unaware.
sammy bryant x fem! reader
warnings: um suggestive ? no smut tho srry, talks of a shooting
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sammy bryant was always good at reading people. at least he liked to think so. let’s ignore how he couldn’t tell his wife was cheating on him but whatever
so when he saw you and his first thought was “bimbo with daddies money.” he assumed he was correct in that assumption.
you walked into the precinct in expensive heels, hair perfectly styled, smelling like warm vanilla. sammy’s mouth watered slightly but he knew to keep it professional.
“hi im looking for officer bryant ?” you chirped brightly.
“right here.” he responded with a wave of his hand, you made your way over to his desk. he tried not to think about your heels by his head over his shoulders as he ate you out until you were squirming. god he needed to get laid.
you made your way over to his desk and gently set down the file you were carrying.
“it’s a list of possible suspects for the grape street shooting.” you smiled.
“thanks honey, you dropping it off for the new analyst?” he asked.
“no i’m the new analyst, silly!” you said with a giggle. unaware of why he could possibly be confused.
“okay,” he dragged out the ending of the word. “did the other analyst leave the suspect list for you?”
“what no, i did it myself.” you responded. “why are you so confused?”
“well it’s just that a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be looking at such gruesome images you know? that sort of thing. i just assumed that the other analyst left it for you to bring to me.” he tried to cover his ass. now he’s scared you think it’s a misogynist.
“you think i’m stupid, don’t you?” you say lowly.
“n-no ! of course not !” he stammers.
“well just so you know, i made the suspect list by starting with people on the footage of the shooting by extracting it into a .DAV, and yes i made sure there was a hash value verification. then i extracted the metadata, enhanced the feed via demutiplexing, calculated the speed of the getaway vehicle with photogrammetry and , and then conferenced the driver against the known associates list.”
sammy opened his mouth. then shut it.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to assume.” he genuinely apologized.
you smiled, “i forgive you.” then narrowed your eyes,
“but if you ever underestimate me you’ll regret it.”
“understood.” he nodded his head vehemently.
with that you stood from where you sat and handed him your card.
“maybe we can get lunch sometime if you pull your head out of your ass.”
you walked away with swaying hips and clacky heels.
sammy spent the rest of the afternoon at his desk trying to hide his hard on.
Sammy Bryant x quirky reader who doesn’t think a man like him would want to date a weird girl. She works at his favorite coffee shop that him and Ben frequent and she gets all flustered around him. Sammy assumes she’s flustered over Ben, not him. Ben is fed up and plays matchmaker! 💚
hello kitten i actually have something really similar that i was cooking up for pope and slightly odd ! reader ! to be posted soon 🤓🤓 i also have a few blurbs abt quirky/slightly odd! reader with andrew on my blog
but in the meantime pls enjoy
sammy bryant x fem!reader
warnings: autistic coded reader, just fluff
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“ um i like your little keychain. what is it ?”
sammy is sheepish as his neck flushes pink. you’ve known sammy for over a year as a regular in the coffee shop you work at. you often spoke and always let him bring nate into the break room when he’s fussy. him and his partner ben also always stop in on their beat. today he stopped you in the parking lot as you walked to the car for your break.
you’re cheeks got warm. you were nervous, you always were when it came to people. sometimes it felt like there was this unspoken handbook everyone seemed to have that you didn’t. there’s something missing in you that everyone else possesses when it comes to navigating social situations.
“oh ! um thank you.” you gave your best smile. “it’s um.. it’s a rabbits foot.” you were always interested in the macabre. things that unsettled others comforted you, mainly because it gave people a concrete reason to be weirded out, rather than just your vibe.
you braced for his expression to change into disgust. but it didn’t.
“wow that’s really interesting.” he said with a genuine tone.
you visibly relaxed at his response and his heart jumped.
“so i know we’ve known each other in a…friendly capacity for a while now. but i was wondering if i could take you to dinner? or maybe coffee you didn’t make?” he said nervously.
you were taken aback that he even considered you in a romantic sense. you always thought the massive crush you harbored for him was one sided. that he was just kind to everyone. your heart soared.
“i’d really like that, sammy.”
he broke out into a wide toothy smile. it was endearing.
“great! um ill give you my number.”
he put his number into your flip phone and made his way back to where ben was sitting inside.
back in the cafe ben was watching the entire interaction.
“finally man. proud of you.” he clapped a red faced sammy on the back.
Thinking of the idea of Pope with a Reader who rescues a cat. He doesn’t like the idea of them walking on counters or the concept of a literbox. But the kitty decides Pope is the best cuddle buddy
(Love this 100% has absolutely nothing to do with the black fur ball that’s currently on my lap)
pope w a kitten is soooooo ughhhh i love him i need him
warnings: mostly fluff, brief meantion of sex idk
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you brought home a kitten that you found on the strand, soaking wet with sea water, flea ridden, and meowing for his mama.
now you knew what andrew would say “that thing probably has a bunch of diseases.” but your were hoping you could change his mind.
thankfully he was out on a job, giving you the entire day to wash, comb, and deworm the sweet kitten.
andrew finally made his way to your shared home, the kitten had been tucked away snoozing in your shared bed.
andrew walked in, his gait heavy. you could tell he was upset. you walked over to him in the front room and placed both hands on his biceps and squeezed, then ran then up to the back of his neck. you gave him a deep kiss.
“hi baby,” you whispered.
“thought about you the entire time. distracted me.”
you giggled. he moved to sit on the couch, pulling you into his lap. you ran your hands into his curls. his broad form enveloped you. you continued to lazy lap you lips over his. when his hands moved from your hips under your shirt, you remembered your true mission.
“andy baby, don’t be mad.” his eyes widened.
“wait ! wait ! not like that. don’t panic.” he was still tense.
“it’s just… i um… theresakitteninourbedroom.” you said nervously.
“what? you gotta speak slower baby, you know i can’t hear when you mumble.”
“there’s a kitten in our bedroom.” you sheepishly smiled.
“no.” his response was immediate.
“baby-“
“no.”
at that, he quickly stood up, taking you with him in his arms and march his way into the bedroom. you yelped and held on to the back of his neck.
when he opened the door he was met with a small black dot occupying the center of the large white bedspread. the kitten looked up at the disruption. blue eyes wide and curious. there was a small mew. andrew dropped you into the bed and you moved to pick up the baby.
“he doesn’t have a name, im actually not even sure it’s a boy. but he needs a home. and he’s already accepted me as his mama so i can’t just abandon him.” you explained
you knew you would get your way eventually. but you also knew pope couldn’t say no when you said,
“please, andy.” with you biggest puppy dog eyes and a small jut of your lip.
he let out a sigh. “fine. but you’re taking care of it.”
you let out a squeal and gently out the cat down to jump back into andrew’s arms. you pressed kisses all over his face and in between kisses muttering
“thankyouthankyouthankyou !”
you only stopped pressing kisses to his face to pull back and look into his eyes and say,
“i’m gonna suck you the fuck off tonight.” in the most serious tone he’s heard you say since that day you yelled at smurf.
while you may be taking care of the kitten in the way of playing with him, snuggling him, and feeding him, andrew made the vet appointments, saying that he should be there to ask the right questions. andrew cleans the litter box because he insists that you don’t do it right, and andrew even names the kitten, ferris from his favorite movie you guys watch together.
he insists that he is not the cats owner, and that he doesn’t care for the cat. but you know better. you come home to seeing ferris being fed a churu ir sleeping on andrew while he sits stick straight and watches a documentary.
one day, you come out of the shower to andrew sitting on the bed with ferris in his lap, reading a book with his glasses on. you giggled at the sight. he looks up at you and beckons you to come over. you lay next to him with your head by ferris, giving him small pets on the chin.
“you’re such a good daddy andy. love you s’much” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
Thinking of the idea of Pope with a Reader who rescues a cat. He doesn’t like the idea of them walking on counters or the concept of a literbox. But the kitty decides Pope is the best cuddle buddy
(Love this 100% has absolutely nothing to do with the black fur ball that’s currently on my lap)
pope w a kitten is soooooo ughhhh i love him i need him
warnings: mostly fluff, brief meantion of sex idk
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you brought home a kitten that you found on the strand, soaking wet with sea water, flea ridden, and meowing for his mama.
now you knew what andrew would say “that thing probably has a bunch of diseases.” but your were hoping you could change his mind.
thankfully he was out on a job, giving you the entire day to wash, comb, and deworm the sweet kitten.
andrew finally made his way to your shared home, the kitten had been tucked away snoozing in your shared bed.
andrew walked in, his gait heavy. you could tell he was upset. you walked over to him in the front room and placed both hands on his biceps and squeezed, then ran then up to the back of his neck. you gave him a deep kiss.
“hi baby,” you whispered.
“thought about you the entire time. distracted me.”
you giggled. he moved to sit on the couch, pulling you into his lap. you ran your hands into his curls. his broad form enveloped you. you continued to lazy lap you lips over his. when his hands moved from your hips under your shirt, you remembered your true mission.
“andy baby, don’t be mad.” his eyes widened.
“wait ! wait ! not like that. don’t panic.” he was still tense.
“it’s just… i um… theresakitteninourbedroom.” you said nervously.
“what? you gotta speak slower baby, you know i can’t hear when you mumble.”
“there’s a kitten in our bedroom.” you sheepishly smiled.
“no.” his response was immediate.
“baby-“
“no.”
at that, he quickly stood up, taking you with him in his arms and march his way into the bedroom. you yelped and held on to the back of his neck.
when he opened the door he was met with a small black dot occupying the center of the large white bedspread. the kitten looked up at the disruption. blue eyes wide and curious. there was a small mew. andrew dropped you into the bed and you moved to pick up the baby.
“he doesn’t have a name, im actually not even sure it’s a boy. but he needs a home. and he’s already accepted me as his mama so i can’t just abandon him.” you explained
you knew you would get your way eventually. but you also knew pope couldn’t say no when you said,
“please, andy.” with you biggest puppy dog eyes and a small jut of your lip.
he let out a sigh. “fine. but you’re taking care of it.”
you let out a squeal and gently out the cat down to jump back into andrew’s arms. you pressed kisses all over his face and in between kisses muttering
“thankyouthankyouthankyou !”
you only stopped pressing kisses to his face to pull back and look into his eyes and say,
“i’m gonna suck you the fuck off tonight.” in the most serious tone he’s heard you say since that day you yelled at smurf.
while you may be taking care of the kitten in the way of playing with him, snuggling him, and feeding him, andrew made the vet appointments, saying that he should be there to ask the right questions. andrew cleans the litter box because he insists that you don’t do it right, and andrew even names the kitten, ferris from his favorite movie you guys watch together.
he insists that he is not the cats owner, and that he doesn’t care for the cat. but you know better. you come home to seeing ferris being fed a churu ir sleeping on andrew while he sits stick straight and watches a documentary.
one day, you come out of the shower to andrew sitting on the bed with ferris in his lap, reading a book with his glasses on. you giggled at the sight. he looks up at you and beckons you to come over. you lay next to him with your head by ferris, giving him small pets on the chin.
“you’re such a good daddy andy. love you s’much” you mumbled before drifting off to sleep.
okay, idea for a fic! little out of cannon for the show, but I think it would be great. basically the idea is there is a new analyst at station that Sammy ends up adoring (police analyst typically work closely with detectives to in this case gathering intel on a suspect and helping them analyze stuff like social media, phone records, etc). She is a seasoned analyst, and he is jaw dropped by her intelligence and whit. I hope that makes sense!! thank you in advance if you chose it!!
oooh ur cooking rn. personally i love the idea of a legally blonde moment where everyone underestimates her because she’s so cutesie and maybe a little socially unaware.
sammy bryant x fem! reader
warnings: um suggestive ? no smut tho srry, talks of a shooting
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sammy bryant was always good at reading people. at least he liked to think so. let’s ignore how he couldn’t tell his wife was cheating on him but whatever
so when he saw you and his first thought was “bimbo with daddies money.” he assumed he was correct in that assumption.
you walked into the precinct in expensive heels, hair perfectly styled, smelling like warm vanilla. sammy’s mouth watered slightly but he knew to keep it professional.
“hi im looking for officer bryant ?” you chirped brightly.
“right here.” he responded with a wave of his hand, you made your way over to his desk. he tried not to think about your heels by his head over his shoulders as he ate you out until you were squirming. god he needed to get laid.
you made your way over to his desk and gently set down the file you were carrying.
“it’s a list of possible suspects for the grape street shooting.” you smiled.
“thanks honey, you dropping it off for the new analyst?” he asked.
“no i’m the new analyst, silly!” you said with a giggle. unaware of why he could possibly be confused.
“okay,” he dragged out the ending of the word. “did the other analyst leave the suspect list for you?”
“what no, i did it myself.” you responded. “why are you so confused?”
“well it’s just that a pretty thing like you shouldn’t be looking at such gruesome images you know? that sort of thing. i just assumed that the other analyst left it for you to bring to me.” he tried to cover his ass. now he’s scared you think it’s a misogynist.
“you think i’m stupid, don’t you?” you say lowly.
“n-no ! of course not !” he stammers.
“well just so you know, i made the suspect list by starting with people on the footage of the shooting by extracting it into a .DAV, and yes i made sure there was a hash value verification. then i extracted the metadata, enhanced the feed via demutiplexing, calculated the speed of the getaway vehicle with photogrammetry and , and then conferenced the driver against the known associates list.”
sammy opened his mouth. then shut it.
“i’m sorry i didn’t mean to assume.” he genuinely apologized.
you smiled, “i forgive you.” then narrowed your eyes,
“but if you ever underestimate me you’ll regret it.”
“understood.” he nodded his head vehemently.
with that you stood from where you sat and handed him your card.
“maybe we can get lunch sometime if you pull your head out of your ass.”
you walked away with swaying hips and clacky heels.
sammy spent the rest of the afternoon at his desk trying to hide his hard on.
Honestly have no idea what to request 😭 ( I failed you) just craving anything Sammy Bryant. Missing dada fr
LMFAOOOO
i think i posted a thought abt this but being nate’s older daughter and secretly fucking sammy while he sleeps on nate’s couch is so buzz buzz omg
warnings: r is lowkey manipulative but sammy is exactly where he wants to be, smut, age gap, BOTH ARE CONSENTING ADULTS chill, fingering, um cum eating slightly srry my hand slipped
enjoy !
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it’s the middle of the night and you can’t sleep. tossing and turning in the guest bed turned bedroom when you were sent to live with your father. you’ve never felt accepted hear. just a drunken mistake your father made as a late teen. now a burden for his picture perfect family.
nate had yelled at you that day for skipping your college lecture to hang out at the grove. what he didn’t know was that at your friend had just been broken up with, obviously you had to support her ! that was much more important then linear algebra. the only reason he found out was because sherman saw you and brought it up to him not knowing it was a secret.
now your father, with his pure and generous heart that has never seemed to extend to you, is now giving up his couch for his partner to sleep on while his cheating wife shares their former bed with her photography instructor.
what your father didn’t mention was that detective sammy bryant was the sexiest man alive.
maybe if you weren’t so upset already, it wouldn’t been different. maybe as soon as you laid eyes on sammy, you knew exactly what you were going to do to him.
you got up in your skimpy pajamas and strolled down the stairs through the living room where sammy was sitting still awake (you knew he would be). you threw him a sultry glance and made your way into the kitchen. he followed you.
“hey sweetheart, can’t sleep?” he said. he always called you sweetheart and he it never fails to make you feel warm inside.
“no. too upset.” you said petulantly, you knew sammy would want to fix it, that was just who he was as a person.
“oh yeah? what happened?” in a slightly condescending tone. he knew, he was there when nate cussed you out over the phone and when he yelled at you at the dinner table.
you sighed and put on a sultry pout.
“i’ve just been so stressed lately. haven’t you?” you asked. “must be so hard with your job…and your wife.”
your hand cupped his delicious bicep and have a gentle squeeze. he tensed a little.
“sweetheart, what are you getting at?” he asked not wanting to disrespect his partner by sleeping with his daughter but also unable to deny the attraction he’s had towards you. in your shirt skirts, chunky flipflops, and the skimpy bikinis you wear to the beach.
“i just want to make you feel better. that’s all.” you whispered, tugging him back to the living room. you pushed him onto the couch and moved to straddle him. his hands immediately moved your hips and his lips moved to yours. just as you predicted he wanted this just as bad as you.
you dragged your hips over his sweats, feeling his bulge. he groaned moved to kiss your neck. you tilted your head back to give him more access.
one of his hands migrated towards your pajamas shorts, slipping inter the elastic and into the soft cotton of your panties. you moaned quietly as his thick fingers rubbed your puffy clit.
“sammy, need more,” you whimpered.
he pushed a finger into you and you tugged on his curls. his thumb moved to circle your clit while he pushed a second finger into you with no resistance.
“c’mon sweetheart, give it to me.” he urged you to ride his fingers. your hands moved from his hair to the chub on his stomach. you moaned at the feeling.
“fuck sammy. need to feel you.” you exhaled.
“whatever you want, babygirl. take it.” he responded short of breath.
you moved to take him out of his sweats, you mouth watered at his girthy cock. pushing your pajama shorts and panties to the side, you slide him into your needy cunt.
“so tight. fuck” he groaned.
“feels so good. wanna feel you forever.” you whimpered.
“oh yeah?” he asked condescendingly.
“need you to r-rearrange my guts. shit~” you moaned.
“fuck sweetheart, you can have me. anytime. anywhere.” his voice was getting high pitched at the end of his sentence. you figured he was getting close.
sammy wanted you to finish first but god was it taking everything in him not to bust his load. he moved a finger to rub at your clit, all slick and glossy with your mixed wetness.
the coil in your stomach was starting to get tighter. every stroke of your hips as he pushed you up and down brought you closer and closer. you closed your eyes and listened to the delectable squelching
plap.
plap.
plap.
“you got it babygirl, doing so good. cum for me.”
“oh. oh ! sammy fuck !” you groaned loudly as you came on his lap.
he gently pulled you off of him and gave his hard cock a few tugs before releasing all over his hand.
you swiped a finger over through his spend, and moved it to your mouth to clean it with an exaggerated moan. his eyes rolled back at the sight.
you stared at each other for a few seconds. then you simply got up, gave him a pat on his cheek with a quick,
“thanks sammy !”
and padded back up stairs.
he was dumbfounded but he also knew one thing. he was hooked. and that nate was soooo going to kill him if he heard what transpired.
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
