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i want to gnaw on his biceps
oh to get pulled over for speeding by your husband sammy <3
shrugging your shoulders and forming a wince when you see the officer sammy bryant rolling up to your window. eyes squinted shut a bit at "okaaaay, license and registration."
when he finally gets a good look at you, he's cooing "baby... what the fuck? this is a 30, you were doing 45. what's the rush princess? whatsa matter?"
you're pleased to find out that crying does, indeed, still get you out of a ticket. you're hyperventilating as sammy watches, "shh, shhh okay, okay honey c'mon outta the car."
he opens the door for you, helping you stand up and hugging you, a gentle rock back n forth as he tuts into your hair "gotta be careful baby, you're precious cargo, you know that? huh?" sammy holds you for a few more minutes, big soothing hand running down your back to help even your breaths. you never did like getting in trouble, and it's even worse when you disappoint him.
after a few minutes and a call over the radio, sammy pulls back with thumbs rubbing at your arms. he meets your eye level, putting on that soft dominant voice you love so much, "now get your pretty lil ass back in the car, drive home- slowly now, okay? and go lay down for a little, you're too worked up sweetheart. i'll be home soon, kay? okay baby? alright.. g'head" tapping your butt as you get back in the car, closing the door for you on the way.
when you pull away he smiles at you, making the "i'm watching you" signal with his pointer and middle finger and flashing you his million-dollar, crooked, charming smile.
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laying with pope in bed, sides pressed together, relaxing and cozy on a rainy, spring night. he’s shirtless, only wearing black sweats as you watch tv, the candlelight casting a warm orange glow across his chest. his hair is still wet from his shower, and his deodarant smells so good & musky when his arm is up. you’re tucked under his arm, cuddled into his shoulder as you watch tv. andrew’s arms look so vascular in this light, raised veins pulsating as he lays his palm flat on your tummy. he’s soooo big, his hand spanning across your belly and lightly gripping to hold you closer.
eventually, the rain gets heavier & pope gets touchier. a once sleepy night results in you two playing with eachother while watching the movie 𑣲
I need him in tank tops more often 🫠😍
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✶ pairing | andrew pope cody x f!reader ✶ word count | 1.3k ✶ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, boyfriend pope, inexperienced pope, certified eater pope, premature ejaculation, size kink ✶ summary | Pope accidentally cums too early when you're fucking but it's okay, he knows how to make it up to you. ✶ notes | aw shit here we go again with my oral fixation lmao. but lowkey the thought of pope cleaning you up with his mouth just 💀 something random and smutty, the poll i made still counts for anyone who's voted so far 😅 that gif does things to me.
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It's well known Pope isn't the most experienced of lovers when you first get together besides a few relationships (too raw - too painful to touch, an ever present aching bruise) and some quick, dirty fucks that left him filled with more sweat and regret than satisfaction.
In the beginning, he might not have outright declared as much but it was adorably - endearingly - obvious in how hard his fingers clenched into the soft give of your sides or the sharp exhale of his breath rushing from him whenever your lips slid together wet and messy.
When he finally divulged why he got so jumpy any time your hand grazed his thigh, why he broke off your kisses before they got too heated - "Want you so bad but... don't want to hurt you" - you were charmed.
Utterly smitten. Besotted. Twitterpated.
Ugh, got you so giddy you felt like a goddamn school girl with a crush.
Besides, he needn't have worried about his performance in the bedroom, having more than made up for any shortcomings with his eager to please attitude and boundless enthusiasm (plus you like it a little rough, a little rude).
andrew and gf who cant get their hands off each other no matter the circumstance (aka footjob in the dining room) (18+)
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had you moved in?
if so, when? because as far as craig was concerned, there had been no announcement or even warning about the newest member of the cody household.
and if not, then craig couldn't help but wonder why you were at his home at all hours of the day. was breakfast not sacred anymore?
andrew and gf being soooo loud they make it everyone else's problem
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craig finally understood why his brothers acted the way they did. why they gave him looks and cursed him out any time he stepped out of his room in the morning, hickeys to be found all over his neck and shoulders and red lines trailing down the length of his back.
pre-shift rituals or: jack takes to semi-motorboating you before taking on the night.
Instead of simply clocking into the night shift like the very competent medical professionals you and he are, you're perched in Jack's lap in the driver's seat of his truck. The heat's cranked high, just to egg on the way you two sloppily make out with each other.
Jack gets even sloppier when you begin to grind on him, a wetter, swirling tongue as he mashes his lips into yours while your ass moves with your scrubbed-clothed cunt.
But somehow, what started as tongue dancing softens into something worse. Less filthy. Just as?
Even more so, with how serious your old man boy takes it.
"You're a good man, Jackie."
Jack buries his face in your tits with his arms locked around you.
You feel his breath smothered against your chest. You wonder if he takes your praises just as seriously. He damn well should! This is the pre-game ritual, what you and Jack do before the ER sinks its nails into him.
"You're gonna be good tonight."
You cup the back of his head as he scoffs. His mouth purses against the top of your tit when he does.
God, you love this in a way that's too horny for how routine and calming this is for him.
...Not that there haven't been moments where the ritual ends with him trying to find his way up inside your cunt, forcing you to moan quietly as you bounce between his belly and the wheel. But tonight, you think he just needs you settling him before the battle of the Pitt.
"M'good, baby."
You smile at the smushed, gruff assurance. It tickles. You smooth your hand over his curls.
"You’re gonna be gentle. You're gonna drink water. You’re gonna take your meds when your alarm goes off."
Jack just sits there, taking your praises like he's been starving for your voice all day...even though you've been with him all day. And you're about to spend a 12-hour shift with him. Funny doctor.
My Jackie.
He rubs his cheek against your breasts, pressing down further.
"Okay. I'll do that. I always do that."
He does whatever the hell you want him to, kiddo. With how many times he's engulfed you in the seat of his truck with his face nuzzled in your tits, you should know by now.
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☆ med student!Jack Abbot x med student!Reader ☆
summary: “I will pay for your coffee,” you add quickly, stepping forward and leaning into his space. He keeps shaking his head, so, in a moment of pure madness, and lacking better ideas, you just say: “I’ll go down on you.” word count: 4k (smut and fluff mainly) a/n: i know i'm supposed to work on the part two of my andrew story, but...yeah, episode 7 was really something for my brain
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One of the few undeniable advantages of the apartment is its location.
A single block separates your front door from the ER, which means: no subway delays, no buses filled with people’s germs and no waisted minutes that could be spent studying.
The apartment itself, however, is less impressive. It’s small, a fifth-floor walk-up with a radiator that only works every other day in winter, but it saves you from many issues, especially after a twelve-hour shift. Like most attendings say: efficiency is survival in third year. And this place is efficient.
The other perk is Jack Abbot, who objectively is a good roommate.
I was thinking about jack and chubby and remembered that moment in modern family when jay asks the worker where is the diapers and the worker shows him adult diapers
Jack's already chronically aware that he's much older than you. He believes he's older than the idea of having a baby with you in the first place. This is probably the worst thing that could happen when he's at Target with Chubby in the shopping cart.
She's sitting in the baby seat (that Jack thoroughly wiped). Her chunky legs are sticking out while she's holding a toy that she doesn't need, but he gave it to her anyway.
"You chew on it, you buy it."
You asked Jack if it was okay for him to stop by for one or two things. Of course, you already know, by the way he and your baby aren't back home yet, that he's probably turned the trip into a supply run.
At his girls will never go without, right?
He made a list on his phone of diapers, wipes, food, and ignored your request for Alani energy drinks. Not because of the rats. Jack's not on the internet enough to know about them. Energy drinks are just unhealthy for the heart. Chubby doesn't need two parents with a bad pulse.
He huffs low when he can't find the diapers. He hates looking confused in public.
"Hey, where is the aisle with the diapers?"
Jack asks the twenty-something employee who looks like he's been awake for a week. As twenty-somethings are. As Jack is.
The kid takes a brief glance at him, and maybe that's why his answer is so...comedic. Because he doesn't care to comprehend the baby in the shopping cart as she munches on her to-be-bought stuffed animal.
But hey, he's doing his job. Trying to be helpful, really.
"Uh, yeah. Adult diapers are aisle twelve."
You know, it's a good thing that Jack doesn't think to immediately berate the kid. It's just silence that follows, his unblinking stare stiffening.
Chubby babbles happily.
"Bab...baba. Da-ba."
Unfortunate that it takes this long for the employee to finally notice her. His soul probably leaves his body through his ass.
"Oh, God. Sorry, man. I didn’t---I thought---"
"Do I look like I need adult diapers? She's the one who can't wipe her ass by herself."
There's no safe answer for the poor guy. If he denies Jack too quickly, he'll sound fake. If he says yes, Jack will kill him.
"Baby diapers. I need baby diapers."
"Right. Yeah. Sorry, baby diapers are aisle eight...with all the baby stuff."
Jack gives him a curt nod before he veers the cart off and away.
There's no right reaction for you, too. When he tells you the kid at Target thought he was asking for adult diapers. If you try to laugh it off like it's some funny moment, Jack might throw himself out of the window. If you try to soothe him and pretend the grey on his head isn't just as noticable as the large, large age gap between you, he might throw himself down the stairs.
"Jackie, you are a very hot, old dad. You are so....virile. That's why you're a dad in the first place---"
"Stop. You're not helping."
craig comes across andrew and his gf's homemade videos (18+)
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as per usual, craig could totally justify himself in his actions.
it wasn't like he'd walked into pope's room in search for the tiny little digital camera that now resided in his hands. he had an iphone at his disposal, what the hell would he use a digital camera for?
but it was the content of the tiny screen that had caught his attention.
sammy's hosting some barbecue for the squad. he's elated. went all nine yards. sausage link, ribs, spare steaks. the man stuffed your fridge full with meat, and made it near impossible to get to your oat milk. you grit through your agitation, cause sammy is excited. he can't wait to show you off to his colleagues. gonna show off my pretty girl tonight. that's all he kept saying.
over the course of the afternoon, people are trickling in. sweat is warm on your brow. you've been a good host all day. you've socialized and smiled. you've shown off sweet baby nate. he can sing his abc's and one, two, threes, now. he's more than happy to show off all his newfound motor skills.
sammy's been on the grill all day. he looked so sexy. hawaiian shirt, sunglasses perched, and tongs in hand. jesus. you’re getting old. you’re into a home maker now. sammy bryant has ruined your youth, very cruel of him.
the night is slowly coming to a close. sammy's in the corner of your yard, with some of the other members of the squad. they're all getting ready to light up some cigars.
you've already put nate up to bed, given him his bath, made him brush his teeth. he hated toothbrush time, until you introduced baby nate, to an electric one that plays music. who would've guessed? row row row your boat, gets the boy eager to scrub his little teeth.
sammy's lucky to have you. him and his boy. you're coming back to the yard, from the house. your is hair tossed up, shoes long gone, toes extended into the grass. the yard cleanup is going to be a bitch tomorrow, you can see empty cans for miles. sammy calls you over.
"c'mere baby," he looks over to his boys. he's showing off his zippo lighter that you got him. it's gold, got your anniversary date scribed in it. your initials underneath the date.
you pad on over. "what's up? i put nate up for bed. he's wearing those dino jammies you got him." you got close to him. you wrap an arm around his neck, and you're inhaling the heavy smell of his cigar.
"that's real cute, hon." he smiles. he kisses your cheek. "was showing the boys the lighter you got me." you smile. "you want a hit baby?" he sucks in the tabacco. your hand strokes his chest.
you shake your head no. warm summer breeze, shifting your dress. "don't wanna get nic sick," you bat up at him. sammy reaches behind you, pinches your ass, and your body tenses up. "not nice," you whisper to him.
"i'm nice" he tells you. he blows some smoke in your face. there's chatter in the background you're not taking in. your brain is going fuzzy from the lust you have for him.
"you're kinda mean," you pout up at him teasing.
he scoffs, looking down at you, "i'm not." he presses another kiss to your cheek. you inhale his scent of burnt charcoal and macallan somewhere on his skin. you could take a bite out of him if he'd let you.
“you are too.” you smile up at him. he places a hand on your lower back. he shakes his head.
"you get all my sweetness, promise." his thumb runs upon your spine. you lean into his body, an arm wrapped around his waist. you're ready for the night to end. you want to lay next to your man and talk about all that you observed today. your ears were perked. completely. you soaked in a lot of hot gossip in-between your socializing.
murphy's wife is cheating on him. she told you this, three seltzers in. practically pulled you into her lap, to tell you all about her hushed affair. mind you, she lacked all volume control, inebriated.
murphy,himself, is actually fucking a badge bunny. but, you're pretty sure sammy told you about that before. however, you sneaked a peek at the girl. it was your fault. you were listening in on a conversation you weren't invited to. no one paid you any mind. murphy was showing off some young chick on his phone. big blue eyes, long blonde extensions. you had to walk away before your face opened a can of worms before your tipsy mouth did.
then, sherman. sherman, sherman, sherman. you were actually elated he left early. the guy gave you total skivs.
you poke sammy's stomach lightly, grabbing his attention. he's wrapped up in some conversation. cop talk. gun mags. all sounds the same to your tired brain. his eyes quickly snap to yours. "i have newsss for you tonight." you usher into his chest.
he smiles down at you, eyebrows raised. "good or bad?" he whispers into your ear.
your face wrinkles, "good for our nosy asses, so bad for everyone else." trouble is splayed all over your face.
his face lights up. your man, the gossip, he is. "alright, go inside, come back. come tell me nate's crying. i'll kick 'em out."
you chuckle, padding away. sammy slaps your ass, winking as you walk through the back door. "gonna go check on nate baby," you announce walking into the house.
it wouldn't be long before he'd be upstairs in your spilling his share of news. sammy's trained ears and eyes caught everything. he can already imagine the mess you're waiting to spill for him.
genuinely want to play wifey rn idk what's going on w me
Jack spends an entire post-sex cuddle session emotionally suffering from the fact you’ve figured out he used to be ginger because…despite all the silver curls and stubble, there is a very incriminating copper color that still exists south of the border.
Or, to put it frankly, you realize he used to be a ginger from his pubes that haven’t gone fully gray.
You’ve been brushing up against them enough to notice.
“Jack Audrey Abbot, You seriously expect me to find out my silver fox boyfriend used to be ginger and not demand evidence? This is the best day of my life!”
You, naturally, react like you’ve found God. Jack wants to die, because you become obsessed with the idea of young ginger Jack. He gets gruffly, pathetically flustered in ways you’ve never seen before.
“You know what, you wanna talk about pubes? Let’s talk about how you thought shaving down there would be a fun surprise for me. That was stupid.”
“Shut up. I want photossss!!”
Fuck. Apparently all it takes to reduce him into a blushing mess is his hot girlfriend nurse young enough to be his kid is her being too delighted by the fact that he used to look like a fucking stocky Irish farm boy.
“I have some…I have some photos. Hopefully you’ll stop sexually harassing me.”
“Yay!”
But unfortunately for him, the more embarrassed he gets, the much more attractive you find him. Which, that should be impossible by now.
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my fat chungus boyfriend sammy bryant pre lobotomy….vibrating w lust
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Pairing: Andrew Cody x girlfriend!reader
Summary: Andrew being clingy when he's sick (I KNOW he gets all clingy when hes sick)
You’re standing by the window, looking out at the backyard pool where Baz and Deran are arguing. The Cody brothers were out for two days because of a job. It seems like it didn't went too well.
You hear footsteps behind you. You don’t even have to turn around to know it’s him.
Andrew steps up directly behind you. He doesn't say a word. He just leans forward, resting his forehead against your shoulder.
Hellebores (Lenten Roses) under a UV light.
andrew cody who... [+18]
andrew cody who is there ten minutes early to pick you up. Idling the engine with the doors locked until he sees you. The moment you slide into the passenger seat his hand is on your thigh.