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MASTERLIST
Cherry’s creations
intro post!!! important
Considerate!Jack
Apricots creations
intro post!!! important
being Trinity Santos’ dessert
peggable Andrew Cody
thinking about pegging Andrew Cody because the poor thing doesn’t know what he wants until he’s finally got the chance to speak like the good puppy he is!
Warnings! Mama pet name, pegging, unprotected p in v (wrap it before you tap it.), ass eating, assplay, I missed so much, but that basically covers it.
a/n- this was so ass and rushed towards the end, but my favorite kink so happens to be pegging!
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apricot writes
Andrew grew up in a hostile environment. With a mother who either cared too little or cared too much. Brothers laced with the same venom and took it out on each other. The oldest knew he wasn’t safe from the grotesque world in front of him. It was simply bound to happen. He was tethered to a dark world and had no light source to get out.
How does a man with no sense of wrong, figure out what is right? Well, the right person will do that for you.
That is when he met you.
You in that too short of denim, a pale yellow shirt that curved into your chest, shoes around ankles he would later bruise with his tongue.
You were the absolute light in his world. Bite marks scatter along the tight red rope that glued him to the abuse he endured.
He would much rather kill everyone he claims to be family than not to be with you. Until his body crumbles and falls to his sins, he is yours.
And you, the woman he desired felt equally attracted to the man who once fell to his knees in front of you, begging you to use him as a seat.
Once he began to do the smallest things for you, play with you after dinner, fix up your old AC, even wash you with his bare calloused hands when you were too tired from work. You started too.
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It was a bright day at the house of the Cody’s, Craig with Renn in god knows where, Deran at the bar, J with Nicky studying or smoking, Smurf out on a mission. Leaving you and Andrew with the domesticity of the concept of having a house to yourself.
“Andy, baby!” You yelled, left hand holding a laundry basket close to your hip, right hand shielding your eyes from the bright San Diego sun.
Andrew doesn’t answer, simply walks over to you outside where you’re squinting at the washer and dryer machine.
He hums, tilting his head at you, a silent meaning to speak.
“I don’t know which soap to use, I know-“ you crouch down slightly lifting a bright yellow laundry detergent. “This one makes your clothes itch. And this-“ picking up a dark blue one instead. “Irritates the hell out of your perfect skin.” You purse your lips in thought. “Which one do I pick?” Looking up at him, right hand still placed on your forehead.
“This one.” Andrew softly murmurs, pointing at the magenta like container. Your expression changes into a content smile.
“I like that one too.” Giggling, and lifting it up to the washing machine.
Over the course of the last few weeks, in the best way possible, you’ve been noticing his ass. When you two have sex, your hands splay at his lower back, always inching towards his butt. But not wanting to make him uncomfortable, you pull back.
Unconsciously though, you smile at your boyfriend, patting his ass as you throw in the first load of laundry.
Your eyes go wide, hand frozen near his rear. Biting your bottom lip, not wanting to spill any nervous laughter, him himself is holding back a whimper. You notice the way his cheeks slightly go red, and ears have a light pink tint. You don’t make fun or point it out, you’ll quietly save that for later.
Slowly, like it pains him, Andrew walks back inside the house, not knowing what you unlocked inside of him.
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Andrew notices when you’re out of milk and buys groceries before he visits. He sees how you grab a glass of iced tea after sex, and he always makes sure you’re stocked.
That’s how he’s learned to love, silently and fulfilling. God forbid you ever mention needing a new car once for a second, because the next day, he’ll show up with the newest Ferrari f40.
a/n totally not my dream car
You were supposed to love him loudly, tell the whole world he’s yours, squeeze him extra tight in public spaces, scream for your boyfriend when you’re in trouble, yet somehow he’s found himself with a lover who’s in between.
You love him loudly by doing exactly what he secretly dreamed of you doing. But you love him quietly by making sure he has dish washing gloves, making sure everything is clean to his liking, moving his stuff back where it belongs when his brothers move them.
But most of all, you let him be pleasured when all he’s known is pleasure to be given if you’re good, however, he’s knows he’s bad to the touch, he has gotten used to giving.
Little did he know, the butt patting incident had been stuck in his girlfriends mind for far too long
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“oh fuck Andy! Right there.” You moan out, headboard hitting the back of the wall. Missionary had bored you to death, but the way his cock fit so deep, it was the position to go to when you just wanted to feel his weight.
Andrew above you grunts, watching his dick slide in and out of your silky folds, ruined hole greedily accepting every seven inch.
“Taking my cock so well.” He whimpers, the tip hitting your cervix so beautifully.
“Andy, my beautiful boy.” You groan, letting out little pants, hands finding his hair, pulling the curls. He dips his head into your neck letting out the smallest of moans. Your lip curls up at the sound.
Lewd slapping sounds can be heard his bedroom, his family outside having a party, you’re sure nobody can hear.
His balls tap against your clit in the most delicious way, throwing your head back, letting pornographic moans.
“Keep going baby, you’re doing so well.” You muster out, juices flowing down your leg, you can help but moan even louder at the feeling.
“Doing so well for my mama.” He whispers in your ear goosebumps on your sensitive skin.
Without much thinking, your left hand slowly slides down to the curve of his ass, tracing it. His cock twitches inside of you.
“You would let me play with this pretty ass right?” You whisper, gasping as he begins to rut into you quickly, nodding his head at the same impossible pace his thrusting is at.
“That’s my good boy.” You giggle, slapping his ass now harder than you have before in past playfully.
The whimper he lets out is borderline pathetic.
“Maybe I’ll get a pretty strap, spread you open like you do to me, and fuck that tight ho-“ before you could finish your sentence, he groans loudly in your ear, cum filling your womb. You can help but moan sync as your cumming fills the room too.
You just might have to buy a pretty strap if you get a reaction like this.
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It was late at night, Andrew had just came back from a mission. Adrenaline is running high, his sweat drips onto the floor.
Walking into your apartment, locking the door behind him, double checking of course because he knows you won’t.
Heavy footsteps can be heard from all across the small place, his goal only to find you.
It’s dark in your bedroom, and he can’t wait any longer. He finds you, a black lacy number on your body, perfectly accentuating your curves.
Noticing his frantic pace, you shoot up, eyebrows furrowed and nose scrunched in worry.
“Andy, are you okay?”
“What are you wearing?” He whispers, voice deep.
“You got this for me remember? That day at the mall? You had me try it on and everything.” You hum, tilting your head at him.
Of course, he mainly remembers the part where he fingered you like he was trying to find something in your g-spot but still.
“Go take a shower, I have a surprise.” You murmurs, smiling softly despite the nasty plan you had. Crawling over to the end of the bed, you kiss his cheek, lightly slapping his ass as to foreshadow what would happen after. He doesn’t seem to notice.
Andrew nods breathlessly, practically running to the shower.
The shower is quick, and he knows he won’t be needing very much clothes. Walking in, still slightly wet, with his plaid boxers, trying to hide the very obvious erection.
“My pretty boy.” You coo, grabbing his hand and gently pulling him towards the bed.
“I want you to lay down on your stomach, and wait, okay?” You look at him with the most innocently look you could muster, thankfully he obliges without a question and you move off of the bed allowing his body to join the warmth.
Laying down on his stomach, he waits like the obedient puppy he is.
Strapping the tan colored dildo to yourself, you can’t help but let out a deep breath, you couldn’t wait for his reaction.
“No looking.” You demand, voice getting stricter. Andrew has always gotten the sweet and kind version of you, hearing your voice now sent a shiver down his spine.
Climbing onto the bed you grab his cheeks, spreading them, blowing air on his hole. You can hear the whimper in the pillow.
“I want to hear you.” Kissing his spine, slowly making your way down. Pressing the lightest of kisses to his now puckering hole, you groan in satisfaction.
“You think I don’t notice how your mind drifts when I touch your ass honey?” You lick your lips in anticipation, the sound of fabric rustling tells you everything. He shakes his head no.
Giving his hole a kitten lick, rimming the tight skin, you can hear his whimpers louder now.
“You like that?” Spitting on him now, then eating your saliva back up. He moans out loud.
“Do you want more handsome?” You lift your head up, then resuming back to tonguing him. The wet muscle now moving in and out of his asshole.
Andrew nods silently, not good enough for you. Slapping his ass with your right hand you roll your eyes, “words.” You deadpan.
“Yes ma.” He cries out, a sound you’ll forever chase hearing again.
You stop your movements, a disappointed moan coming from him.
Reaching down under the bed, you grab the lube, squirting it on the toy.
“You said you liked pain right?” You mumble rhetorically. He isn’t able to answer because before he can even think, you’re pushing the toy in the tight hole.
Andrew can’t help but grunt, grasping the sheets beneath him, humping the light pink fabric making a mess of himself.
Pushing in further he groans, you can feel the muscle spasm around the toy, you continue to inch in closer, until you reach the end.
You don’t move until he tells you to.
“Please- Please move.” He chokes out, hips trying to thrust toward the dildo. You don’t punish him yet, it’s his first time.
Slowly entering in and out, makes him cry out in pleasure. Who knew a guy who beats up other people would be a complete mess when getting fucked in the ass.
Once he starts to get impatient with the slow rocking, you begin to move at a pace Andrew often uses when he’s inside of you.
Quickly, he’s a moaning mess.
“Fuck right there mama.” He moans out, knees meeting the bed, ass up, all fours. He meets your thrusts, loving the way it rubs on his prostate.
“Please- touch my cock, I need it.” Andrew pants, he spurts out even more creamy liquid for you to play with, you smile.
Your right hand reaches down, grabbing his pretty shaft, tugging it back and forth, quickening both your pace on your hips and hand.
Overestimating him, he moans loudly, you’re sure you’re going to get a noise complaint the next day.
“Fuck! Mama, you treat me so good.” His voice strained, tears falling down.
“You gonna come pretty baby?” Thumb swirling around his tip.
“Yes, please let me cum, please I’ll be so good for you, I’ll lick up my own mess, I’ll be such a good boy.” He doesn’t know what overcame him, he’s never begged like this, he knows he sounds pathetic but he knows you like it.
Bending down near his ear, hips and hand never faltering. “Yeah? Cum pretty boy, I want to see your love for me, you love it when I fuck you on my cock don’t you? Look at your hole all needy for mama.”
And with one last thrust and swirl of cum, he moans out, “I love you.” Before white hot liquid shoots out, some falling onto his pillow, some on his forehead, some droplets fall onto the sheets.
Letting him ride out his high, you begin to pull out gently.
“Wait no-“ he panics, trying to pull your hips closer.
You giggle quietly, “we can try that another time, my handsome boy needs rest.”
Grunting, he obeys, letting you pull out.
The moment he feels the dildo outside of him, he falls to the bed, knees sore.
Looking up at you, his eyes widen. Licking the cum off of your hand, you bite your lip softly.
“What about you?” Andrew asks hoarsely. Always the worrier, he would shove his fingers and tongue inside of you the second you asked.
Instead you shake your head, taking off the strap and throwing it on the floor for the next time, laying down next to his panting body.
“I got everything I wanted, now rest, you have a long day tomorrow.”
Andrew sighs in content, maneuvering you to be underneath him, head falling in between your breasts and letting the exhaustion take him.
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BONUS.
Deran wakes up with an urgent message from Smurf, it’s 8am, and he doesn’t remember shit from last night. He doesn’t even know how he ended up back at home. Adrian he guesses.
Going to the first person who would probably know what Smurf is on, he walks to Popes room, half asleep he rubs his eyes.
He doesn’t see his brother bare ass or the woman beneath him. He simply has one goal and that is to inform his brother.
Without looking he trips on something wet.
A loud bang can be heard from Popes room.
“What the fuck?” He yells, looking down to see what he feet found before his eyes.
Seeing the very used strap, his mouth is agape.
“You disgusting motherfuckers!” He shouts, waking up Andrew who now has a gun pointing it at his brothers face.
“Looks like we’re not so different after all huh?” Deran grumbles sarcastically, putting his hands up in defense and pointing to the strap.
Andrew refuses to look at Deran after that.
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robby makes eating watermelon look indecently seductive, and you’re convinced he’s torturing you on purpose.
𓆉°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:・ interested in how the pitt crew got approved for a week in greece? the original invitation is still posted
PAIRING: michael robinavitch x princess!reader WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI, briefly mentioned oral sex (f receiving), teasing, established situationship, age gap, brother's best friend (reader is jack's sister), reader fantasizing, secret relationship PROMPT: here! WC: 0.8k
the concept of making Trinity Santos cute themed lunches mainly in the beginning of your relationship does something to me. (themasers on TikTok.)
warnings!!! explicit content ahead, Trinity Santos IS a munch thank yew, MDNI 💗
a/n- this was so rushed and so ass but I wanted to post this so my thoughts of Trinity between my thighs wouldn’t spiral 🫠- 🍊
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It’s the beginning of the relationship, you’re still shy, afraid to even moan around the girl. Trinity is well… Trinity and she hasn’t been one to pass up an opportunity to fluster you or touch you.
Of course you reciprocate. Almost every night that week, but you still have yet to fluster her. Anything you say or do makes her smile and somehow tops you (no pun intended) each and every time.
It wasn’t until the lunches started
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Trinity was finally getting a break, settling down with her lunch bag expecting to find maybe a granola bar or those cookies you baked when you got too stressed. Whitaker sits in front of her, ranting about Robby a little too much.
As Trinity opens her bag, she finds her plain black box, sighing as she takes it apart, unzipping the cooler like food container.
“I told Langdon something y’know, I feel like that one episode of Gilmore Girls, by the way-“ Whitaker rambles, Trinity had gotten him sucked in on watching Gilmore Girls after her girlfriend had decided to take a trip back home for a week, with nothing to do she started a show she could never admit she loved. Whitaker opting for not working out religiously or hanging out with Amy for the day had sat down in boredom. It’s a routine now.
“What’s that?” The man in front of her questions, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion. Watching her movements closely as she pulled out a container.
Not answering him, she pulls out a clear container with juicy ribs, garlic spaghetti, small chopped seared pieces of steak, covered in onions. Already foaming at the mouth, she gulps, pulling out two smaller containers with onion rings, and French fries with the smallest amount of sauerkraut.
Running a hand up and down her face, her face slightly red at the action. It was obvious you spent a lot of time working on food this delicious, and it was all for her, nobody else. The thought itself had her heart pounding.
“Is Trinity Santos blushing?” Whitaker gasps, his mouth agape in disbelief, an amused expression pulling on his face.
“You’re just jealous you didn’t get this.” Santos grumbles sarcastically, coming out more as a slight stutter.
Quickly grabbing a fork she stabs into the garlic smother pasta, not wanting to waste a second without her food. Instead of twirling her pasta, she finds herself looking at a saran wrapped piece of paper.
She digs her fingers inside her poor noodles, unwrapping the note. To which it reads;
“‘I’ll have the steak smothered in onions, a rack of ribs with extra garlic, French fries with LOTS of vinegar, and a side of onion rings with lots and lots of sauerkraut.” Did you get it baby? It’s White Chicks themed!!! ♡ We watched it when I was sick and you wanted to cheer me up, I don’t know if you remember-“
Of course she remembered, she swears that was the first time she has been scared to death. All she could think about was if you were going to be one of the patients she sees everyday not being unable to breath and her not being able to do anything. Even if it was a simple cold, she still believes you could have died without her lingering eyes on you.
“But I do! I know you work a lot, but here’s the first of many lunches, miss you, love you! Come home in one piece :)”
With your signature heart at the end, she finishes the note and she swears her face is beet red.
Thinking about what she could do to repay you for not only this delicious meal but for the fact you put your everything into it, she comes with a conclusion. She was going to eat this, and immediately eat dessert when she came home.
“Trinity what is in that note, you are blushing-“ Whitaker laughs his hands aiming for the note. Santos slaps his hand, “fuck off fuckleberry! Tell anyone about this and I’ll tell everyone you shit your pants at that aquarium at ten.” She deadpans, eye twitching. She couldn’t ruin her reputation over a simple lunch.
He raises his hands up in defense and shakes his head.
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Trinity walks- no runs to your place afterwards. Using her spare key in her pocket, already being prepared the moment she stepped out of her car. Didn’t want to miss a moment without you. Unlocking the door she sighs, placing her backpack by the door and kicking off her shoes near the doorstep. Making sure to lock the door again because she knows you won’t check, she lets herself breathe.
“You’re getting robbed right now!” Trinity yells, looking around your apartment despite already memorizing it the first time she was invited in.
“Oh no! I hope she isn’t hot.” You shout from the bedroom, smiling brightly at the sound of your tired girlfriend finally getting a break from the ER.
Taking a few strides from your room, you lean on the doorway that leads to your living room where she’s standing. An even bigger smile on your face as you take her in.
“Now what if I was actually trying to rob you?” Trinity asks, a grin on her face the moment her eyes land on you. You’re in those small shorts you only seem to wear when clothing on your legs feels overwhelming, and an oversized band tee you stole from god knows who years ago that reaches about mid thigh. Licking her lips causally, her eyes find yours.
You tuck a hair behind your ear, laughing slightly at her question. “Now that would make a good roleplay.” You smirk mischievously, a small chuckle coming from her. You begin to walk to her, an excited expression placed on your face. Trinity meets you halfway, pulling you in by your waist and kissing you softly. She tastes like mint gum, and the faintest amount of fried potato, you smile into her lips.
Thinking it would only be a small kiss, you try and pull away, but the grip she has on your hips says different. Your hands find their way up to her neck, pulling her impossibly closer.
Tapping your ass three times, you jump into her arms, catching you rapidly, now more sloppily she forces her tongue inside. A small whimper coming from your throat. Spit now dribbling out from the corner of your mouth. Pulling away slightly, you catch your breath. You see her flushed expression, she gulps quietly, now carrying you to your bedroom.
The walk isn’t long, the apartment isn’t exactly the biggest. Carefully placing you on the bed, she climbs on top of you, a large course of arousal flowing through you.
It doesn’t take long for Trinity to find your neck, making sure to leave a mark near your ear. Closing your eyes in pleasure, holding onto her torso you moan silently. “Did you like your lunch?” You whisper, the ending sounding more like a whimper than anything. Legs spread to make room for her weight.
“I’m going to show you how much I liked it.” She mumbles against your skin, drunk off the taste of you. In a cloud of pleasure you nod your head, a confirmation of consent.
She smirks at your reaction, quick to pull off your shorts. Her left hand finding your thigh, giving it a small slap to which you yelp.
Her right hand finds your breast, pushing the shirt up, she squeezes, massaging it lightly. You can’t help but thrust your hips forward in anticipation. “Fuck.” You moan, impatient already.
With both hands now she slowly pulls the shirt off of you, admiring your her tits.
She can’t help herself but suck on your left tit moaning around the areola.
Your fingers find the sheets below you, gasping at the lewd sounds coming from her sucking. “I need you.” You whisper softly, she nods against your skin, pulling away.
She straddles your hips and you watch admiration. Your strong girl. She slips off her shirt, unclasping her bra in seconds. Hesitantly, your hand finds her own breast, biting your lip hard, as you feel the soft feel of it. You hold back a moan. Trinity smiles smugly, hips moving up.
“This is a thank you for your gift baby.” She hums in excitement, licking her lips.
Sliding down ever so gently, her head is between your thighs. Kissing at the inner part of your right, tongue swirling around the sensitive skin. “Trinity-Trin-“ you gulp, your right hand fondling with her hair.
Dragging your now ruined pink panties just below your knees she can’t help but stare at the pink walls in front of her. Her fingers spreading you apart, the air cold on your pulsating clit.
Your eyes screwed shut as you let her continue her inspection.
“Such a perfect gaping hole for me to ruin, it’s just begging me to taste it.” She groans, diving in completely, her nose finds your clit and you can feel the inhalation. “You smell so good baby.” She murmurs, a smile spreading on her own lips.
“Look at me or this all stops.” She deadpans, you open your eyes at the threat. You’re so flushed, so shy.
You’re her pretty baby who dresses up in the cutest outfits and doesn’t have a say when she makes you dumb.
“Good girl.” She draws out, the tip of her tongue finding your hole, giving it a nice kitten lick.
“Oh my-“ You gulp down the moan that is choking you, your left hand squeezing your right tit.
She notices the hidden moan, and goes back to eating her meal. Trying to lick every crevice that contains even the smallest amount of slick, she moans around you.
“That feels so!” You moan loudly, your whimpers coming in high pitched and needy. Right where she wants you.
“Tell me baby, tell me.” She demands, lips now surrounding your clit, swirling around it, you could hear her tongue. The way it felt made you squeeze your thighs around her head.
“It feels so good, your tongue please.” You whisper breathlessly, she laughs around you. Teeth grazing against your clit as she now goes to sucking.
Keeping eye contact, your eyes roll back, you can feel her tongue sliding back and forth on your clit. She’s spent these three months as being official, to learn every single detail on your body. She remembers how you swiped your fingers up and down when you were teaching her how you liked to be touched by yourself. She could feel a gush of wetness soak through her own panties now at the memory.
With her left hand, she traces your hole with her middle finger, smirking at the way your eyes bulge at the feeling.
“Trinity I’m going to cum so fast if you do that.” You mumble, lost in the pleasure she’s giving you.
Previously your other girlfriends didn’t really want to do much if it didn’t give them pleasure, it was hard accepting Trinity wanted to eat you out simply because. But you were starting to get it now.
“That’s kind of the point.” She points out, a “pop” sound coming from her lips as she detaches from you. You smile and roll your eyes, pushing her head back to your needy clit. Which she immediately goes back to work.
Now pushing in her middle finger, slowly, you begin to moan louder. “Fuck me!” You scream, as another finger abruptly joins in. With a “come wither” motion, she has you in putty.
“ohfuckohfuckohfuck.” You moan, left hand now gripping the sheets, thighs squeezing around her head, right hand on your breast, rubbing your perfect nipples.
“I’m going to cum.” You practically scream, her movements somehow going faster, moans getting louder.
“oh!” Your mouth open in a permanent “O” as you cum around her face. Her sucking and fingering not stopping for a second. She lets you ride out your high as your hips hump her face.
The moment you crash, chest heaving. She finally pulls off of you, fingers gently removed. Not forgetting to lick her plate, she shoves her fingers in her mouth, sucking your slick off of them and making sure there isn’t any rest on her lips.
Straddling you again she comes down to take your lips onto hers, tasting the sweet saltiness on her tongue, you smile. Pulling away, she looks down at your fucked out expression.
“That’s how I feel about your lunch.” She states innocently, fingers finding the waistband of her pants.
This was going to be a long night.
Happilymarried!Pope who makes everything a onesided competition on who treats their wife best. He just wants to brag how he kisses the ground u walk on because how are they criminals but Cath has to work at a bar??? Uh uh not Pope's wife, she's lapping up the sun by the pool in their house or busy spending his money around, not a care in the damn world hair done nails done in a cute lil car...his card has never graced the leather of his wallet cause its always in her purse
oh my gosh yes, absolutely. oh he's so husband ohhhh i'm sick!! i especially love this with ditzy, bimbo!reader <3 i got a little carried away but it's andrew so it fits! :)
everyone's at the house waiting for dinner to be made, just standing around and chatting. it's hot, bordering on nauseating humidity, and all andrew wants to do is see his pretty wife before dinner. he needs alone time, quiet time in his old room to just sit and gaze at you as you chatter.
but now? andrew's engaged in a mindless conversation with craig, hearing him drone on about his latest hook-up while he stands with his hands on his hips nervously. you're due at smurf's house at any minute, a promise you made as you laid out on the beachfront of your home, waving at andrew as he got in his truck to meet up with the boys earlier that day.
he couldn't stop himself from kissing you. he was 15 minutes late. big fuckin' deal. andrew's family knew he needed his "you time".
deran's cooking tonight, much to pope's chagrin, and the cody's are all a bit anxious to eat the food. "oh no i literally have the pizza place down the block on speed dial" j expresses in between sips of his beer, before deran angrily chimes in from inside the house "jokes on you, dickhead, i catered."
baz sits on a lounger with cath, holding her to his side as he talks to j about an upcoming job. she's sticky with bar-soda stains and exhausted with the sheer movement of a work ethic. staring down at her ring, she runs her thumb over the diamond, wondering how life could've been different. her eyes flicker over to the oldest cody, and she can remember a time when she'd always find him looking back at her. but that hasn't happened in a long time. her shoulders crack with resignation and envy.
a horn honking, a happy squeal from the driveway, and andrew's straightening up his miserable stance. the thick gummy sole of his jordans rub against the concrete as he, quite literally, walks away from craig mid conversation. "bro-" craig shrugs, turning to look at baz in confusion as baz smiles "his girls home bro, you lost him the second the tires pulled in the driveway." craig stomps into the house, but he's not really angry, never could be at pope, "fucker has super hearing, man"
andrew walks to the driveway, shoulders losing their hunch the closer he gets to your bubblegum pop music and toothy smile. it's hard for andrew to smile, he'd often tell you, late in the dark of your bedroom, "'it's like it hurts a bit. hurts my face, i guess" but right now? his smile is beaming; crooked, endearing teeth on display with a light flush. it's probably because his brothers are inside, he never liked smiling with his teeth before you.
"andy!!" you cheer, wide smile and bouncing in lightly between your left and right foot. andrew doesn't even slow his steps, just keeps trudging towards you until you're in his arms. one big hand hooked behind your head for a long, sloppy kiss. waaaay too much of a display for normal public settings. his breath hitches as your hands drag under his t-shirt, nails lightly scraping his sides.
breathing in through his nose, andrew pulls back to look down his nose at you, "missed you. where you been? how was shopping?" "good! really good andy, wanna see?" "later. lemme get a feel for you. missed you so much" with more kisses to your cheeks as he pushes the hair away from your eyes <3
when you go into the yard, you're smiling and waving at the cody's as you hang onto andrew's arm. your ring glistening in the reflection of the pool, cath can't help but swallow bitterly. andrew trails next to you, head fully turned to listen to you rant and rave about the latest sales and the cute clothing you bought for yourself and him. he looks like he could and would eat you whole at the nearest convenience. it's been years, and he still looks at you the same way.
at dinner, you sit on andrew's lap, legs swinging as you bring the fork to his mouth. craig can barely look but deran smiles into his food; it's nice to see pope happy (even if it is gross to witness at dinner). when his iced tea needs to be refilled, you lean forward over the table, his hand resting on the side of your ass to stabilize you. he's not comfy until the weight of his pretty wife is resting on his thighs.
later that night, when you are all cozy and chatting on the couch, you lift your feet into andrew's lap. he doesn't even bat an eye, moving like it's routine.... because it is. slipping off your lil platform flip flops, starting with a massage at your ankle, andrew massages your foot lovingly as he watches the conversations around him. "'s that good?" he speaks lowly to you, and you nod excitedly.
it's almost torture for cath to watch. she was on her feet for probably 9 hours today, and here you are: shiny toe ring, perfectly, freshly manicured toes. begging andrew for a massage, "think i twisted it after i ran out of victoria's secret." his voice sounds alien to her "'s no good baby, gotta watch your step, we talked about this" soooo husbandly and earnest.
LOVE LOVE LOVE!!! Probably one of my favorite concepts ever, and one of the best writers got to write it oh my goodness 😭- 🍊
considerate!jack who has already unbuckled his belt, knowing you just got your nails done and would never risk them getting chipped
considerate!jack who always knows what positions are too much for you after a hard day of work
considerate!jack who keeps a bottle of water on the bedside table for whenever you need it
considerate!jack who never rushed you, even though he knows you could take all of him with ease
considerate!jack who made sure you always have a pillow under your hips as he eats you out
considerate!jack who always opens the car door for you
considerate!jack who always puts your pleasure above his
considerate!jack who always picks out your bra and panties, to be helpful of course
considerate!jack who always has coffee made when you wake up
considerate!jack who always has your favorite drink ready for whenever you want it
considerate!jack who worships you for hours whenever given the chance
considerate!jack who takes you to get pedicures and manicures every two weeks like clockwork, wanting you to look and feel your best all the time
considerate!jack who sits through shows and movies you love, even if he dislikes them
considerate!jack who gives you massages whenever your tense (they always lead to more)
considerate!jack who rubs your feet after long days of work
considerate!jack who helps you put your shoes on, insisting he should be the one to do it
considerate!jack who dries your hair after a shower, not wanting you to tire your arms out
considerate!jack who wipes off your makeup before you sleep so you don’t break out
Cherry Out! 🍒
Cherry’s intro
all those years i put in for the american dream
she/her, bisexual , 18+, Sammy Bryant lover
four favorites: Southland, The Pitt, ER, Criminal Minds
characters I love!!! Sammy (SL), Spencer (CM), Lance (VLD), Fluttershy (MLP), Sidney (Scream), Carter (ER), Scott (Xmen), Brittany (Glee), Neil (DPS), Richie (IT)
If you know any of those don’t be afraid to comment!!
at random: avid show and movie watcher
Now, that we’re past formalities, here is who I am currently taking requests for and my boundaries I will be setting!
Mel King, John Carter, Andrew Cody, Sammy Bryant, Jack Abbot, Dana Evans, Micheal Robinavitch, Stan Rosado,
But before we can choose who we want to request please read the following!
I’m just getting into writing smut, so it won’t be very detailed or correct in some ways. I will however write fluff, angst, anything in between! I’m very open to anything, and am very open to anything and everything!
If you do decide to send me a request do not forget I have my favorite co-owner Apricot, so if you are specifically requesting me to write something please use the emoji, “🍒”
Cherry signing out!
Apricot’s intro
make your bed, do your laundry, tuck the corners in- A. X
hi! I’m Apricot, a local maladaptive daydreamer ꨄ
she/her, unlabeled, 18+, Andrew Cody defender
a little bit about me before we get to the more serious questions and my request rules!!!
four favorites: Lego Batman, Pretty Woman, To Wong Foo, thanks for everything! Julie Newmar, Dirty dancing.
characters I love!!! Nicky (AK), Javadi (The Pitt), Elektra (Daredevil), Carol (ER), Matt (St Denis), Jackie (That 70s show), Quinn (Glee), Amy (B99), Lindsey (Arrested Development), Robin (HIMYM), Adrian (Peacemaker), Shauna (Yellowjackets), Lily (The Munsters)
If you know any of those, I’m sure we would get along amazingly!!!
at random: Ballet, watercolor, and comic book reading.
Now, that we know each other a bit well reader, here is who I am currently taking requests for and my boundaries I will be setting.
The people I am writing for are!
Trinity Santos, John Carter, Andrew Cody, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Jack Abbot, Rafe Cameron, Mel King, Ellis Parker, Mattheo Riddle, Pansy Parkinson, Micheal Robinavitch, Sarah Cameron, Simon Riley, Medschool Abbot, Rabbot (with or without reader!), Luka Kovač
But before we can choose who we want to request please read the following!
I will write for any kink, I am used as a freak measure with my friends. There is nothing I would not write besides adult x underaged. If you are requesting a minor written sexually with a full grown adult, I will send you away.
I will not shy away from anything, even if it deals with a mental issue. I am here to write about being comforted by a character, I am comfortable writing about mental health.
Nothing about me is vanilla besides my cake I fear!
And if you do decide to send me a request do not forget I have my favorite co-owner Cherry, so if you are specifically requesting me to write something please use the emoji, “🍊”
My writing schedule is all over the place, I cannot guarantee consistent writing, but I will post when I want!!!
A little warning, I am a NASTAY, freak, I love a good dumbification, I will write about spit, pathetic Andrew Cody, if that’s your thing, keep on reading!
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apricot signing out!