The Lou Loop

I love pathetic men / As a precaution dni if you’re a minor :)

[louloops]

Bonjour :)

Lou or Loulou - She/her - hapa - avid fic reader - cheese and cider connaisseuse - the pitt lover - sports enthusiast - irl corporate girlie - glasses wearer - I love pathetic men

I write for most of the Pitt characters & Shawn Hatosy characters, feel free to send asks - some of my work is nsfw

I don’t write about infidelity or incest or fauxcest but everything else is fair game :)

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[dirtygir1]

i go “fuck he’s so old” about forty times a day when i think about him

[wesandresons]

ANDREW ‘POPE’ CODY IN EVERY EPISODE SEASON 1, EPISODE 3 Stay Close, Stick Together

[louloops]

URGHH HIS HAIR COLORRRRRRRRRR

[feralforsilverfoxes]

He’s built like a fucking FRIDGE. Season 4 Pope has me in a choke hold! And I like it

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I don't even think season 4 boxer!Pope would be strong enough to pry me off of him

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Jealous!Robby wants you to himself (NSFW)

Thinking about Robby who gets jealous that you're hanging out more and more with the night crew. It wasn't that he didn't trust you, it was more that he didn't trust them. 

You were too beautiful for your own good, too eager to please. 

He didn't want this colleagues, including his own brother Jack Abbot, to realise the gold mine that you were.  So when you told him on one of your rare days off that you would just pop by a brunch place to celebrate Matteo's birthday in advance since you would be working during his actual celebration, he nodded with a tight lip, eyebrows raising trying to hide his real emotions. 

But when you came back home he had you sitting over his lap, fingers deep in your cunt as he moved them at an extreme pace, not caring at the broken noises coming out of your mouth. You whined and cried and gasped, your hands gripping his forearms as he did not relent, not even when you promised to be such a good girl, that you wouldn't even look at anyone else apart from him.

You needed him, wanted his cock to fill you up to the brim like it usually did. 

"What? You don't want to go see your friends from the night crew? Don't want them to help? Huh?" 

Your head lulled to the side of Robby's shoulder as he whispered in your ear, his front pressing against your back. You could feel the hardline of his cock poking your lower back and that only made you more needy. 

"What would they think if they saw you like this, huh sweet girl? See how good you take my fingers." Robby added a third finger, thumb coming up to circle your clit and you felt like you were going to cry.

"P-please R-Robby, 'm need you in m-me." 

"Who'd you need? Sorry sweet girl I couldn't hear ya." His teeth grazed your shoulder, leaving little marks on your skin.

"Y-you Robby, o-only you." 

He didn't need to be told twice, lifting you up for a second just to pull his zipper open, he then slid into you completely in one swift motion, sighing as you clamped down, your cries turning into moans. He gave you a second to get used to the stretch. He was the longest you'd ever have, reaching places you had once only dreamt of feeling. 

Then he was thrusting up in the same unrelentless tempo he had set previously, the sound of skin slapping erupting to accompany your gibberish words. 

And when you came with a heave, he didn't stop pumping into you, not until his cum erupted deep, not even caring to know if you had made sure to take your birth control pills correctly this week. He knew you were often forgetful, that he should have put a condom just in case.

But maybe if his seed took, everyone would finally see that you were his, that you wouldn't just leave him. 

And with that thought he felt his soft cock twitch for a second round.

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gill;;;;;; your reblog;;;; YES !! and ugh robby doesn't even try to sound sweet it's more like a "quit moving around" type of "eaaaaaasy does it" while he holds you down in place :((((( like ur pussy exists for him to use why are you moving around so much while also getting off to the fact that you struggle to take him ugh

18+ mdni cw: toxic/manipilation

SOF IM BARKING…. i knew you’d see the vision…it’s giving toxic!robby my beloved…

ugh he says it in that low gravelly voice that’s aaaalmost reassuring but is more patronizing than anything… any comfort that can be gleamed from it is purely motivated by him wanting to get you to settle down so he can bully his whole cock inside you :(( that’s what it always is with him, everything is to get you to do what he wants… his praise, his reassurance, a lot of his affection… he knows exactly when and how to give it to keep you doe-eyed and eager to please <33

so ofc when he murmurs “eaaasy does it” in that tone you melt under him just like he expects you to <33 your cunt relaxes just a bit more around him and you stop squirming, at least for the time being, allowing him to shove the last couple inches into you and press the curls at his base against the ones on your pussy <3

“attagirl” he offers, to keep you relaxed even as his tip bumps your cervix. “fuck. you never let me in any easier, do you sweetheart? always so fuckin’ tight.” and you know he likes it but something about the way he says it still leaves you feeling small and kinda shameful </33

[louloops]

Clueless!John (also jealous!John) doesn't realise that he's your boyfriend

You weren't sure how exactly it had started. One day you were just hanging out with the ER attending who could always crack a joke when you needed it, the next you were waking up in his bed, tangled with his limbs, his body pressed closely to yours as his warmth kept you company. It's Wednesday night so you two had gone to your favorite dive bar during their usual matchmaking event where they tried to form new couples amongst their clientele, an event with the cheapest beer prices in all of Pittsburgh.

John always seemed to press himself to your left side when people circled around. By the end of the night, tired, tipsy and horny, you had ended up back at his place as usual, riding him until the sunlight started pouring, his strong hands grasping your hips like his life depended on it. And when the morning light hit your glistening body, John could not tear his eyes away, not when you looked like the sun itself.

He had known since the second time you two hung out that he wanted more than whatever was between you. You slid in perfectly within his life.

Also a night crawler, though in the paeds department, you'd first met during a consult, and he had noticed your smile, the way you brought energy and positivity when you arrived. You then had met again at Dunkin the very same day, both wanting your sugary coffees. What were two meetings in one day turned into meeting every day as you'd meet up for some food before your shifts started.

"Turn it off...." You grumbled as the strident alarm of John's phone went off. It was time to get up, time to get ready for the day, actually night ahead. The sun had started leaving, plunging the room into purples and blues, but you were both used to it by now.

John let out an exaggerated groan, detangling himself from you just tough to turn his alarm off before pushing himself back in his previous position.

"Hello, gorgeous."

Lips ghosted your neck and your shoulders as you sighed in content. What a great way to wake up.

By now the routine was organised to the very second. You'd take your shower first, sometimes with John, while he usually made boring black coffee and whatever breakfast foods he had laying around. This time it was yogurt and bananas. Then it was his turn to take a shower and you ran his laundry and dryer before you both headed to work, usually with John driving as he knew which backroads to take to get to the Dunkin closes to work the fastest.

And then you'd both hug, lingering for a few seconds until you each went to your respective floors, him in the depths of the Pitt, you to the children's level. Really, it was two worlds apart.

☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓

Which is why John couldn't understand why today you were leaning against the nurse station, smiling up at Jack Abbot who seemed to go on and on about a story that the younger ER attending couldn't hear. Jack's movements were large, energetic, and you were laughing. Not the polite laughter you reserved for everyone, but the genuine one, the one that made your shoulders shake and eyes tear up. The one only he could usually get out of you.

And then your hand went to Jack's arm, gripping him for stability as you threw your head back for more giggles to escape. And John couldn't have that. So of course he stalked up, unintentionally but with intention, pushing you a bit back as he took his place between you and Robby.

"What are you two laughing about?" It took John all his self control to not let some sourness spill into his tone.

"Dr. Abbot was just telling me about his travels when he had been younger, apparently he had been chased off a field by an angry cow in Scotland." Your tone was light and warm which slightly calmed John's overthinking, but it still wasn't enough.

"I guess you'll have to be careful when you go there with your boyfriend." Jack's tone was teasing. And John couldn't breathe. Because really... he was dumb.

He didn't notice the way Jack's eyes flickered lightly towards him, or the way you had stepped closer to him, seeking his presence. He only heard the sentence, and felt his heart shatter. And clearly he did not manage to hide his emotions as your eyebrows furrowed, arms wrapping around him as he stumbled lightly. He broke free of your embrace, pretexting the need to check up on a patient just to actually take a break outside, breath shortened, head swirling with thoughts.

He hadn't known you had a boyfriend, what did that make him? Your side guy? Were you cheating on your boyfriend with him? Maybe you were in one of those open relationships. He couldn't understand how you had gotten a boyfriend when you spent almost everyday together.

☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓 ☀︎ 𖤓

In all the time you two knew each other radio silence had not happened. Not even when John was hiking the Everest base camp, he'd still manage to find some internet to send you his pictures and a little email. But as you were waiting in the hospital lobby, ready to leave for some well deserved rest, John was not answering any of your messages. Not through SMS, not through insta, not even on snapchat. And that meant that something was wrong, especially so when once you went back down to the Pitt, the day crew had let you know that John had already left an hour ago.

So of course, you drove to John's apartment, using his spare keys that he'd given to you to open his door after knocking and receiving no answer in return.

"John?" Your voice rang out until you heard the shower running. You grabbed his laundry basket also filled with some of your things as you started folding everything, a habit you had developed as you hated doing the dishes but loved laundry while John hated the complete opposite.

Looking around the apartment it was clear that you spent a lot of time here, your clothes were in his hamper, your vitamins littered his cabinets, he even had a fridge magnet picturing your last year's family reunion with your aunts, uncles, cousins, and he wasn't even there. It was the same at your place, his extra switch was connected to your T.V, he had his own little section of your wardrobe, and for some reason his mom's workout equipment was in your extra bedroom since his downstairs neighbours had complained once about Mrs. Shen dropping a weight when she had come to visit.

You were snuggling into his couch, an episode of B99 playing when John appeared, sculpted chest and bottoms wrapped in one of your fluffy white towels he had stolen a few months ago. You wanted to run your hands on his wet body, feel his pale skin on you but his face clearly showed that something was on his mind. And unfortunately for you, John wasn't one to talk about his emotions much.

"What are you doing here?" He spoke out, eyes barely stopping on your figure before he made his way to the kitchen to make himself a smoothie.

"What do you mean what am I doing here? You didn't reply to my texts, didn't even come to see me after our shifts. Is everything okay?" His pace stuttered before he continued what he set up to do.

"Everything is perfectly fine." You got up from your spot, following the man as you leaned against the doorway to the kitchen, watching him throw blueberries into the blender alongside his usual protein shake ingredients.

"Don't lie." His eyes flickered to your face. "John tell me what's wrong." He looked straight at you before turning the blender on, the loud noise drowning out your demand. "John." He mimed not hearing anything and that's when you lost your cool.

Stalking to the kitchen island you pushed him aside as you unplugged the blender. You turned around quickly and gulped as he was now cornering you against the counter, looking down with his deep brown eyes staring into yours.

"I don't think your boyfriend would accept you spending so much time with me... and my bed." He wanted to sound teasing, but John just ended up sounding completely and utterly bitter. "What were you planning on doing? Just using me until your boyfriend realised it? I don't want to help someone cheat on their boyfriend, I'm not that type of gu-"

Your lips were on his in an instant as your arched into his body, droplets of his shower transferred onto you as one of your hands pulled his head down to meet you, the other going down to settle on his abs. He hated himself for it but he simply could not deny you, not when you smelled so good, felt so good against him. So with a groan he pulled you onto the counter top, slotting himself between your two legs.

"I-I can't, not when you're not mine." He groaned, turning his head away though you left little kisses on his cheeks, his jawline, his neck. Light feathery pecks that made him sigh from relaxation.

"John Shen, you are a very stupid man." His eyebrows furrowed as he turned his face back to you. "You might be the stupidest man I know."

"What-"

"You're my boyfriend you idiot."

You wished you could have recorded his reaction because it truly gave you whiplash. His confusion had turned to questioning, to realisation, to the sheepish expression he now bore, pale face flushed, eyes flickering from your face to somewhere else as he realised that he was indeed, quite stupid.

"B-But, you told Jack-"

"We were literally talking about going on vacation to Europe together last week John. You even said that you wanted to see cute highland cows."

"Ah... yes, yes I did..." John wanted to slap himself, so of course he did it earning an amused eyeroll from you. "I just... we never had a talk about us."

You circled your legs around his waist pulling him closer as his breath hitched from the closeness.

"John Shen, will you be my boyfriend?"

He replied by smashing his lips on yours, grounding his hips into your core until you were a moaning mess from needing friction, needing love, needing him.

"Let your boyfriend take care of you, my love."

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Found in Translation (B. Park) 1/4

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The bar was dim, candles and chandeliers the only source of light casting shadows throughout. Jazz music played as the tempo pulled the attendance into twirls of dancing. And there, in the middle of it all was Brendon Park. Tall, solid, and cold. The people around him bounced along with the ever changing tempo yet he remained impassible, a hand on his glass of amber liquid, eyes travelling around the room as he took in the scenes.

Brendon wasn’t a jazz kind of man. To be honest he wasn’t sure what kind of music he liked. The closest thing he had to a playlist were random bass heavy songs he’d play in a loop at the gym. He had heard whispers in the halls of the PTMC about how weird it was that he preferred silence in the OR compared to the other surgeons who would blast music like there was no tomorrow. But he couldn’t care less, not when he had the satisfaction of seeing everyone squirm around him whenever he entered a consult or a case handover. He’d rather be feared and respected than anything else.

With a last gulp of his glass he turned back to the bar, ordering a new whiskey on the rocks with a simple wave of his hand. The barman quickly prepared a new glass, noting down the order on the group’s tab.

He was at ‘Cavette’ by choice, not his choice but it was still a choice. His frat brother Hudson was finally going to get married to his grad school sweetheart which meant that the groomsmen and bridesmaids had been invited to the Cavette, the very same jazz bar where Hudson and Odette had met during their MBA introduction week.  And though the orthopaedic surgeon would have preferred being asleep as the clock struck midnight, he stayed, taking in the lovestruck couple to his left, and the jolly dancers all around. 

His eyes glided lazily around not necessarily looking for anything. And that’s when he saw her. Short, extremely curvy, eyes concentrated on his group. The woman’s eyes stopped for a few seconds before a huge smile graced her thin lips. In a few strides she was close by and Brendon swore he could smell her fragrance of light florals and acidic tones of agrumes.

“Odette!! Surprise!!” 

A shrill squeal sounded and a dash of ginger pounced on the brunette with enough force that the two women had to be stabilised by surrounding hands. Yet the two didn’t care, only embracing each other as they bounced around annoyingly still in time with the fastening tempo of the jazz quatuor. Odette, the ginger, kissed her friend’s cheeks before pulling her deeper into the privatised lounge, waving the security guard away. 

“Hudson! Odette is here!!” The tall and lean man Brendon called his best friend quickly pulled the brunette in a short hug, kissing her cheeks just like Odette had done. And Brendon realised he was acting like a creep, peeping on his friends and the unknown woman. So he side stepped, eyes still roaming around, but making sure to keep his ears concentrated on the trio to his right.

“Sophie! You shouldn’t have!” Hudson smiled.

“My only cousin is getting married and you think I’d miss the bridesmaid hangout?” Of course Brendon found her voice pleasant, slightly deeper than what he expected, but it suited her well, especially with the slight French accent she was honing. His eyes roamed her body and he almost regretted deciding to become mature. If he was back in his frat days, he knew he’d have done something, anything, including humiliating himself to get her attention. But now he was forty, a respected and feared attending surgeon, his time running after women were over… or so he thought.

“Brendon, brother!” Hudson’s voice snapped him out of his thoughts and the surgeon stepped closer to the group, trying to act as though he hadn’t been eavesdropping the past few minutes. “Meet Sophie, Odette’s cousin.”

She smiled, her eyes widening at him. Sophie was a lot of things, but an idiot wasn’t one of them. The man was wearing a whitebutton-up shirt which looked amazing on him. He was massive, muscular, tall, imposing. Another thing that Sophie wasn’t is easily impressed, but right now she couldn’t lie and say that she didn’t want to jump the man’s bones. She wondered if all Americans looked this good.

“Enchantée.” She winked and Odette groaned though an amused smile appeared on her face at her cousin’s antics.

“Sophie, arrête…”

Brendon nodded, eyebrows furrowed.

“Nice to meet you Sophie.” 

“Pleasure’s all mine, Brendon.” And Odette let out an exasperated giggle. 

“Play nice Sophie.” 

“I’m always extra nice.”  She winked.

And then Sophie was whisked off to meet the other members of the future wedding party, leaving Brendon at the bar, alone yet intrigued.

For the rest of the night he saw he bouncing around, meeting other bridesmaids, other groomsmen. Her cheeky smile never leaving her face. It seemed like she was an adept at making new connections as everyone circled around her while she recounted the long flight she had just taken. 10 hours straight, from Paris to Pittsburgh. It had been fine until her seat neighbour had decided to turn on his light which would have been fine if he wasn’t actually having fun flicking it on and off every two minutes. Flying business class clearly didn’t come with extra social manners because after the fifth flicker, another passenger had gotten up from his seat, bellowing at the trouble maker until both men were screaming at each other while attendants tried to calm things down on each side, leaving Louise to be the Berlin Wall between the screeching duo.

“Honestly if I’d have known that Americans were this entertaining I’d have come to see you sooner.” The little group chuckled as Odette’s cheeks turned red.

“I told you that you could come whenever, but nooooo, your work kept you away!”

“I’m here now right Ode?” The ginger smiled as her cousin pulled her into a hug. 

The rest of the night passed on smoothly, Odette dancing with everyone, spending extra time with Hudson. But Brendon didn’t pay much attention to his two friends, grey eyes following the newcomer as she twirled with strangers, her body moving along with the music, hair flying around, a smirk decorating her face as she had fun. 

Of course Sophie felt his gaze, hot and heavy following her every move. And she played into it, body smooth, making sure she’d catch his eye ever so often, even being so bold as to send him a wink between two dance partners. 

“Are you going to offer to buy me a drink or are you just going to stare at me the whole night?” Brendon’s face remained impassible, though his head cocked to the side. “I’d like a dirty lemonade please.”

And of course the man obliged, he’d be a fool not to when she looked at him with those eyes that seemed more and more enchanting the longer he looked into them. 

“So Sophie…” He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue. “How long are you here for?” He pulled the seat next to him out, the woman sitting down. This might have been a bad idea as Brendon was much taller than her and was now looking down, the size difference allowing a perfect view of her chest that peaked just above her classy silk top. 

Of course the minx knew that as she leaned back, opening the view even more. She could see the way his eyes flickered down to her breasts and back up to her face, his cheeks reddening in an instant before he concentrated back on her voice. He hoped she would answer his question quickly because the only thing running through his mind at the moment was how soft her breast looked, wondering if they'd feel as soft in his big hands.

“I’m not sure yet, I can do my work remotely for now so I might stick around for a bit, maybe even longer if something catches my attention…” 

Her drink arrived and she took a sip from her straw, her throat bobbing up and down forcing Brendon to look away, taking a sip of his own.

“What do you do for work?” That’s a safe question he decided. 

“I’m a financial forensics analyst.” Well Brendon didn’t expect that. To be honest he didn’t know what he expected, but that wasn’t it.

“That’s impressive!” And for once the woman blushed, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. “What does that entail?”

Sophie’s cheeks reddened at the compliment, looking up at him with a sincere smile on her face, her smirk disappearing. 

“Whenever there’s suspicion of money laundering I get called in, or if there’s a KYC needed for a specific client or company, that’s my job to figure out where their funds come from. I work for an auditing company so whatever they need me to check out, I’ll do it.” She smiled. “What about you Brendon? What’s your job? Engineering like Hudson?”

Brendon shook his head, passing a hand through his curls and Sophie followed the movement with her eyes. She forced down a gulp of her drink, deciding that she hadn’t known the man long enough to ask to touch his curls though she wondered what it’d feel like to curl a strand around her fingers, pulling it slightly just to watch it bounce back.

“I’m an orthopaedic surgeon.” He spoke proudly.

“Now I’m impressed! That must have took a lot of work.” And it was Brendon’s turn to blush at the praise. 

He preferred to blame his emotions on the fifty year old whiskey he was sipping.

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[louloops]

Soft!Brendon Park doesn't want a one night stand - Finished

Summary

Brendon Park had waited a while before he had the courage to talk to you, and of course he didn't regret it especially as it had led to one of the best nights in his life.

But when he realises that you think that it was only a one night stand, he knows that he has to grovel to show you that it meant much more to him than just that.

Chapters:

Part 1: In which he grows some balls

Part 2: In which he asks you out

Part 3: In which you realise that Park the Shark is just Brendon

More info:

Light hearted story ; head cannons ; minimal smut ; soft!brendon

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[j4ckr4bbits]

18+ MDNI | cw: dubcon, alcohol, cheating

sammy bryant as your perv coworker who acts as your personal bodyguard on when the precinct goes out to the bar...

it's a hot summer night in LA. you're wearing your tightest, prettiest dress. you get a little too tipsy, some dude gets a little too handsy, and sammy's shoving him off of you with the practiced ease of a gang detective, along with a muttered "watch it, motherfucker."

to you, sammy looks like an angel under the dimmed lights. his chubby cheeks are flushed a light pink and his curls are all messy. without giving it much thought, you wrap your arms around his thick neck, backing him into a dark corner. "sammy, c'mere..."

he indulges you, of course, his hands finding a respectful place over the midsection of your back. "one too many vodka crans, huh?" he teases you as his mouth curves into that signature sideways smirk.

"mmmhm..." you giggle back at him. you shouldn't find it so hot that he's memorised your drink of choice. "mm... sammy?"

"yeah?" he whispers.

"i think you're sooo pretty..."

sammy laughs under his breath in response, ducking his head. he's flattered— he knows he's not exactly the definition of pretty, but he'll take any kind of compliment from a girl who looks like you. "you do?" he replies, eyes sparkling with mischief.

"mhm," you hum sweetly, nodding. "and i know it might be naughty to say this, 'cause you're all married and stuff, but–" you lean in clumsily, voice dropping to a hushed whisper against his ear, "i've always wanted to suck your cock..."

"... what?" you catch sammy completely off guard. he's always respected you as a member of the team, but when you're not in the field you look so sweet and polite. he had no idea you had such a dirty little mouth.

you continue, emboldened by the alcohol. "yeah. or... or like ride it or something... or.... sorry, don't know what'm sayin', you're just really hot..."

sammy exhales a little, shaking his head. he's so turned on right now that his wife is the last thing on his mind. "no, no, it's alright, you're drunk." his nose is full of your perfume, dark cherry and amber and cinnamon, and it makes his head spin.

then, your back arches slightly under his touch and his common sense goes out of the window. "y'know what? just dance with me a little."

he rocks you slowly to the beat of the song, his breathing harsh against your cheek. his hands dip down to your ass, pressing you into his crotch so you can feel the hard line of his cock through his jeans.

your breath hitches when you feel it. "sammy, 's wrong..."

"what's wrong, sweetheart? we're just dancin'," he murmurs, even as he grinds forward into you, one of his big hands drifting up your thigh under your dress until it hits the lace of your panties. "just dancin', that's all."

you wedge his thick thigh between yours, rubbing up on his stiff cock as you lose yourself to the thrum between your legs. "mmh.. fuck, sammy..." you sigh out against his neck.

"yeah, that's right, sweetheart," he groans as he scans the room behind you— everyone's way too busy downing beers and trading stories at the bar to notice the way you two are grinding on each other in the back, how his hand is shamelessly palming your ass. then, sammy gets a bright idea: "y'wanna come to the bathroom with me, baby? i'll help you pee."

"but i don't need to pee, sammy," you whine, pressing yourself impossibly closer to his body. "just wanna dance with you all night..."

he chuckles at your drunken stubbornness, then pats your ass before extracting his hand from under your dress. "wanna know a secret?" he asks softly, already leading you by the waist towards the bathroom door. you nod carelessly as you follow him.

"you're not gonna pee," he whispers. "i'm gonna give you what you wanted, yeah? gonna get my cock in you."

[louloops]

Miaaaammmmm

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Found in Translation Masterlist (B. Park)

Summary

Sophie has always found Americans to be arrogant and annoying which is why she's never set foot in the country, preferring the Haussmannian environment of her home city of Paris. But when her darling cousin invites her to her engagement party and gives her the title of maid of honour, there was no way she would miss it for the world.

Thankfully Brendon Park, the groomsman, seems to be okay for an American... maybe even more than okay.

Chapters:

Extract for the wip title game: here

Dans la Cavette

Le Brunch des Cousines

Une Nuit de Rêve (contains smut)

Prologue: La marriage tant attendu

More info:

Light hearted story line ; soft!brendon park; short chapters ; no angst

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[louloops]

hi!

for the wip title game, i would love to know more about Found in Translation

Bonjouuuuurrrrr!!! :)

FiT is a short multi-chapter story in which a French woman with high expectations meets an American Ortho surgeon:

Sophie has always found Americans to be arrogant and annoying which is why she's never set foot in the country, preferring the Haussmannian environment of her home city of Paris. But when her darling cousin invites her to her engagement party and gives her the title of maid of honour, there was no way she would miss it for the world. Thankfully Brendon Park, the groomsman, seems to be okay for an American... maybe even more than okay.

I've just made the series masterlist here :)

And here's an extract of the first chapter because the story came from this little scene I wrote whilst on a flight and just continued to develop (it was a 13 hour flight okay I had A LOT of time teeheeee)

Brendon didn’t pay much attention to his two friends, grey eyes following the brunette as she twirled with strangers, her body moving along with the music, hair flying around, the same smirk decorating her face as she had fun.  Of course Sophie felt his gaze, hot and heavy following her every move. And she played into it, body smooth, making sure she’d catch his eye ever so often, even being so bold as to send him a wink between two dance partners.  “Are you going to offer to buy me a drink or are you just going to stare at me the whole night?” Brendon’s face remained impassible, though his head cocked to the side. “I’d like a dirty lemonade please.” And of course the man obliged, he’d be a fool not to when she looked at him with those eyes that seemed more and more enchanting the longer he looked into them. 

I literally cannot wait to put it out because it's basically just Brendon being soft and down bad for a strong woman :)

[louloops]

WIP Title Game

I kinda screamed when I saw that you had tagged me, I LOOOOVEE your stories and can't wait for Cody's girl's continuation :)

rules: make a new post with the names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it!

Prey Until Not (T. Danforth)

John Shen is a Stupid Man (J. Shen)

Found in Translation (B. Park)

The Vet's Secret (A. Cody)

TEEHEE :)

[seraphk1ss]

40 yr old brendon park going back in the dating scene expecting the worst because his coworkers keep telling him how horrible the modern dating scene is that he was genuinely nervous with his date with you only to find out the issue was the bar was actually in hell. they get mad if you don;t buy them flowers on dates. duh? they want you to pay for everything! of course he's going to pay for everything he earns more than half a million a year. they want to put labels on the relationship! he's a grown man he'd be insulted if you don't treat this relationship seriously enough to put a name to it.

and suddenly to everyone's surprise, brendon park -- who has not dated seriously since college -- is getting married ahead all of them because he's genuinely just a great guy and a better boyfriend lmfao

ps. im writing a one shot about this

[louloops]

Jack Abbot's aspirations (NSFW)

Jack Abbot who decided that he wanted you to have his kids. He was getting older and in his list of aspirations in the middle of to ‘be a good doctor’ and ‘be a perfect husband’ was ‘be a great dad’. His first two aspirations were completed, which meant that there was one more thing he needed to get done. Thankfully he had you, his pretty little wife to help him achieve his goal.

Jack Abbot whose first order was to check on his own fertility count. But clearly he took good care of himself, with the exception of a horrendous sleeping schedule, and that showed in his great results. Once that was out of the way, he needed to inspect you.

Jack Abbot who had woken up wanting to have a serious talk about having kids until he saw you bent over, ass in the air, cheeks flushed from the physical effort. And really there was nothing stopping him from propping you up into his arms and fast walking into the room, stopping the instinct he had of just tearing your clothes away and taking you then and there.

Jack Abbot who lays you down on your shared bed as you throw him an inquisitive glance, after all, you were in the middle of your home yoga practice when your husband had picked you up without a word.

Jack Abbot who met your lips with his, silencing your surprise by swiping in his tongue, loving how you taste. He had prowled over you, hazel eyes dark with need, taking what he wanted as he slowly started grinding his bulge over your cunt, only separated by the thin fabric of leggings. 

Jack Abbot who whispered in your ear about a pussy inspection, that he wanted to make sure that ‘His perfect girl could take his seed’. And of course that made you gasp at how dirty he sounded, but in reality you loved it, loved how he made you feel so made for him.

Jack Abbot who actually ripped your leggings apart one handedly but you were too horny, too lost in the kiss to care.

Jack Abbot who drew shapeless patterns down your neck with his tongue, sucking on your nipples before letting go with a resounding pop. Continuing his trajectory downwards until he left a perfect lick where you needed him most.

Jack Abbot who chuckled when he started sucking on your clit, his hands holding your hips down as you tried to buck up for even more friction.

Jack Abbot who made you cum once before explaining clearly what he was going to do with his fingers.

“Sweetheart you’re going to take one finger first, and then I’ll inch in the others slowly, you get it? 'm wanna make sure your pussy is perfect, so I can make you the mom of my children”

Jack Abbot who follows through, enjoying the quelching sound of him entering your warmth, the way your eyes rolled back when three of his fingers pistoned into you at a fast pace after you passed his first inspection, the way your eyes rolled back when he finally used his cock. 

Jack Abbot who cums not once, not twice, but three times just from imagining you as the mother of his children, already knowing how soft and patient you would be. He then holds up your legs as though it was scientific, and continuously pushes his cum back deep into you when it threatened to spill onto the sheets, not caring as your body shuddered from overstimulation. 

Jack Abbot who made a mental note to look up which positions would be most likely to lead to pregnancy. 

[louloops]

Needy!Sammy 's ice cream time (NSFW)

Needy!Sammy who just bought a pint of his favourite ice cream as a treat for making it through the week.

Needy!Sammy who can’t find his ice cream bowl, the one you had made him on one of your first dates at a shape&paint pottery lesson.

Needy!Sammy who had decided that he’d just eat the creamy goodness from the tub even though he can already feel tears of frustration threaten to spill at having to change his usual routine.

Needy!Sammy who saw you laying under the sun, bikini and shades on as you sang along to the radio. His eyes following the lines of your perfect face, to your perfect neck, to your perfect collarbone, to your perfect perky breasts. 

Needy!Sammy who remembers fucking your tits as you held them together, allowing his cock to nudge between the two peaks, rutting himself expertly between them until he came with a strangled cry, his cum coating your pretty lips. 

Needy!Sammy who just got a brilliant idea. 

That’s how you end up shivering under him though you weren’t exactly sure if it was from the way his tongue flicked on your nipple as he swallowed some of the sweetness he had spooned there, or if it’s from the coldness of the ice cream on your chest. 

Either way he was ravaging you, licking, sucking, biting as you whined, your hands tugging at his hair trying to ground yourself. After a particularly harsh nibble on the curve of your breast you couldn’t help but push his mouth away from overstimulation. 

His hazel eyes stared right into yours, his eyebrows raising with surprise, as though he didn’t do anything that warranted your reaction, fat tears glistening in his eyes from the rejection. 

« But sweetheart… please... How else 'm I supposed t-to eat my dessert ? » 

You huffed harshly trying to catch your breath but he just went back to his task, fingers fumbling the flimsy textile of your bikini to the side as he plunged his ice cold digits into you. He even had the balls to giggle as your eyebrows furrowed, your mouth whining at the sensation, body contracting uncontrollably. 

Masterlist

[romantic-insomniac]

manipulative pope cody + ‘just the tip?’ + breeding kink drabble :3

this is for my moots who inspired me to blurb! i luv you~ @valleyanimalz @dirtygir1 @bbuuunnyyy @groovyangelkisses

*nasty smut below the cut teehee* ! mdni !

pope cody hates that you make him wear a condom, that you have been making him wrap it up for the entire two month relationship. he feels it’s an unnecessary barrier keeping him from feeling all of you and filling you up properly. but, he agreed the first time because he was so desperate to be inside you. always has been. always will be.

now, even after you’ve fucked more times than he can count while protected. he’s fed up. he knows that you’ll like it bare. that you’ll need it. that you’ll never make him wear a stupid condom again when you learn how good it feels when he sinks into you raw. you just need his help. need your strong, heroic boyfriend to take that step that you cant take yourself. god, he’s so good to you. that’s what he tells himself when he formulates his plan.

he made sure you came on his face at least three times. until your legs were jelly, brain mush, voice hoarse from begging him to stop. ‘i-i can’t’ you had whined, ‘ ‘s too much andy!’. he did it to get you into that floaty head space where you’re babbling mindlessly and lax for him.

and you’re exactly that as pope crawls up your body and settles where he belongs, above you and inbetween your legs. still, you breathlessly slur the question that he despises. “condom?”

he feigns frustration even though this is exactly what he planned. “shit— i left my wallet in craig’s car… i don’t have one.”

your response is a needy whine that morphs into a gasp when he rests his cock against your drenched folds and slowly slides back and forth. “can i just have you like this sweetheart?” pope rubs his thick length upwards, angry pink tip catching your clit with every pressing glide. you whimper through your desperate nods, nails clawing at his shoulders, fusing your knees to his ribs to stay spread for him. such a good girl, he thinks to himself.

he keeps his ruttings short. almost playfully light in order to not get you anywhere besides out of your mind from teasing. just how he wants it. when you start to wriggle beneath him, whimpering a few mindless “please please please”s, he looks down at your aching pussy to see her clench around nothing. poor baby, she needs me so bad, he tells himself.

his dick is so drenched in your slick releases that pope ‘accidentally’ notches at your opening. staying in motion, he pushes in ever so slightly. your eyes shoot open in surprise “ohh- andy!” you squeal. frustration bubbles in his chest, but he doesn’t give up. because your panic simmers to heat and your mouth forms an ‘o’ as you moan at just his bare tip breaching your wet heat.

he buries his face into your neck to hide his satisfied grin, licking and suckling the skin how he knows you like. “jus the tip sweetheart? please?” he emphasizes his wimpy whines with an inching forward of his hips. your nails tear at the flesh on his back as you shudder. “p-promise?” you croak out. his reply is strained. “ ‘course honey.”

popes promise — to him at least— goes up in flames when he slips a tiny bit further inside and is met with warm, silky tightness. fuckkk. he groans, muscles tensing and you cry out, eyes rolling back. his thrusts are shallow and unsatisfactory. after a only a few, he’s twitching in need, pathetically trying to inch deeper.

you notice, starting to whine and pant. “you cant! i’m n-not on the pill!” the words almost make pope start to piston in and out of you. the thought of coming in you until you’re swollen with his baby infiltrating his mind. that you’ll be tied to him forever and— oh yeah. that’s happening, he decides.

pope leans down to kiss you languidly. trying to tongue fuck you into submission. your pussy is rapidly fluttering around the first inch of him, telling him that you want this just as bad as he does. he uses his words. “you just feel so good sweetheart. need you so bad. need all of you.” a breathy moan slips from you at his praise as you return his kiss greedily.

you pull back and blink up at him with your glossy eyes and kiss bitten lips. when your legs start to wrap around him, crossing tightly at his back, he knows he’s almost home free. “okay... i- i need you too andy.”

you barely get the words out before he hastily pushes all the way inside of you. guttural noises of pleasure are ripped from you both as you clench around him so prettily and he stretches you out so perfectly. it’s searing, intimate and raw. so fucking raw.

as pope starts to thrust in and out of you eagerly, obscene slapping sounds echo throughout the room. he whimpers loudly at the warm, wet feeling of you and the noises your body makes for him.

when you shakily tell him between moans “you h-have to pull out okay?”

it takes all of his dwindling restraint not to laugh in your face.