summary ... this is a short 'something' based off this post that i made. reader and andrew have get a day to themselves to work on home renovations. andrew comes in tracking sweat and reader takes him outside for a 'hot little break.'
wc ... 1.3k
content ... andrew and reader have a child together. cwarm. p in v. pregnancy. mentions of andrew's sx trauma.
a/n … i’m sorry if this is terrible. i wrote this in like thirty minutes so oop. also i am reposting this and heavily editing the content cause i don't wanna get flagged.
Andrew is dripping in sweat as he walks through the patio doors, carrying a rag that’s equally as wet. The mix of liquids drips onto the wooden floor, and you gasp, throwing the book covering half of your face onto the living room rug.
“I just mopped the floor thirty minutes ago!” you exclaim and run to him on your tiptoes. You place your palms on his wet chest and push him backwards until his shoulder blades hug the edge of the doorframe. “I love you, but I – we – need to keep this house clean for at least another hour.”
“Why?” he mumbles as he lowers his lips towards yours, puckering them and silently pleading for a kiss.
“Andy, we have a one-year-old who loves to make a mess with all of her toys and food. This morning, before Deran picked her up, she squeezed her applesauce packet so hard that it splattered all over the dining room light fixture. I had to clean it up while you were at Home Depot. So now that it’s clean, with no Gerber all over the place, I would like to savor a clean home,” you tell him, and grab the wet cloth in this hand that smells like his body wash and hair products. His sweat rag. You put it in your back pocket, then return your eyes to his. “That includes your dripping body. Even though it is a very appetizing sight.”
“So what am I supposed to do?” he whines and, in one swift pull, presses you against his chest. “It’s hot out there, and I need a break.”
“I’ll bring a fan over with a cup of sweet tea,” you say, and keep waddling over the barrier between your cold wood floor and the warm summer concrete.
He shakes his head and bites down on his lip. “Not that kinda break.”
You raise a brow and jut your lips out. He kisses you again, and you can taste the saltiness of the sweat coating his face. “You can’t wait until you’re not soaking anymore?”
He shakes his head. “Nuh-uh.”
“Then maybe –” you continue, leading him to the playmat you set out for Cami’s eighth month, which she stopped caring for when her cousin, Nick, spent the majority of her first birthday party sitting on it – “We can spend your break right here.”
Once you’re both standing on the large mat, you reach down and unbutton your jean shorts. You pull them down and step through them, and toss the fabric onto the lounge chair a few feet away. You then sink to your knees and fiddle with the buttons of your tight button-up shirt. You can pull it over your head, but you’re aiming for dramatics and sexiness. You’ve found a way to lose a bit of baby weight – taking long walks on the beach and helping Andrew with home renovations – but your boobs have begun sagging due to breastfeeding, and there remains a pudge of loose skin from pregnancy. You haven’t felt as attractive as you’d like, so fingering each button loose and unsheating your tits from the warm fabric has your panties dampening.
Andrew’s chest rises and falls dramatically as you do this. He looks down at you with a blossoming boner and a face you only get when you’re turning him on: widened pupils that absorb his hazel irises, and pursed lips he futily hides his smirk with.
You extend your hand and grab his index and middle finger. “Get down here, Andrew.”
He doesn’t wait another second. With his right hand, he unbuttons his tight black jeans and pulls them down. He’s left in his boxer briefs and drops to his knees so you’re facing one another. “You look so beautiful,” he murmurs, as though the entire world can hear him – even though your house is isolated; even though your neighbor is a mile away, and no one really passes by this road. He grabs your boob and fondles it. He twists your nipple, and you gasp, just as you did when he tracked sweat into your home.
“Do I?” you say between moans. He nods and now wraps each hand around each boob, kneading them as though they were dough. He pulls your flesh towards him. “Come here, let’s have sex. Ride me, beautiful, please.”
You follow his requests and slowly push him onto the blue mat. You pull his boxer briefs down his legs, letting his hardened, red cock strike his stomach, dripping pre-cum into his happy-trail. You climb over his legs, your cunt already contracting for him.
You sink onto his lower belly, his cock pressed between your lips. You grind on him, and he groans – the sound coming out from deep in his throat, sounding like agony fading into pleasure. You grab his hand and place it over your breasts, placing his index finger and thumb over your nipple, showing him exactly how you want to be touched. It’s been this way ever since you stepped into the sexual territory of your relationship a few years ago. He would ask you to show him exactly how you wanted to be touched, beg you to tell him what to do, and let you throw him around however you pleased. He was never the one twisting and turning you around, telling you to get on your knees and suck him off, or wait for him in little-to-nothing once he got back from a job. He never enjoyed taking the dominant role, and upon learning that, you gladly took the reins — guided by his critique, of course.
You grind onto his cock through your panties for a few minutes, fondling his sweaty pecs while he fondles your breasts. You stop once Andrew shuts his eyes and turns his head onto the now-hot mat.
“Want me to ride you now, Andy?” you ask.
He nods, opens his eyes and mouth to moan, “Yes.”
You pull your panties to the side and drag his cock down to your dripping hole. You slowly sit down, and you both moan into the sweltering air as you begin rocking your hips back and forth. You don’t fuck him harshly or beg him to lift you and do all the work of hammering into your pussy. It’s also rarely like that with Andrew. When you’re intimate, you opt for passion and depth – both literally and mentally. You understand that he’s had traumatizing experiences with sex due to his mom and Baz, sometimes his younger brother, Craig. His mother would pay hookers to come to her house and fuck him. Baz would pay strippers insane amounts of cash to seduce him into fucking them. And he’d always do it. He felt forced; he felt as though he had to prove something. Masculinity? Sexuality? That he was mature enough to handle anything thrown his way? He fought each situation with force because that’s who he was: strong and fucking insane, according to Smurf.
It took you a while to understand Andrew. You didn’t have sex until three months into speaking to one another, and it was exactly like losing your virginity to someone who was also a virgin. Even if you kept stopping to chuckle, or hum ‘uhhh’s’ every ten seconds, or teaching him how to have sex rather than fuck, it was amazing. You spent this time understanding his wants and needs in an extremely vulnerable position, and it dramatically transformed your relationship. You had gone from seeing one another to being with one another until the end of time after that moment.
Andrew only grabs your hips, bends his knees, and slowly strokes into you when your entire body is soaking in sweat from fucking him. He pushes in and out of you as deep as he can – and you both come seconds later, when his cock hits the most sensitive spot inside of you over and over again.
Once your orgasms wash over you, you drop your body over his like a weighted blanket. Andrew wraps his arms around your back and holds you, his cock still buried inside of you, while cum leaks out of your cunt.
“Stay here,” he whispers into your ear. “I like this – how you feel around me.”
“You sure that’s what it is, or you just want another baby with me?”
He shrugs and smirks against your shoulder. “Maybe both.”
a collection of fics i’ve read and thoroughly enjoyed all in one spot! read each warning before diving in and please give writers some appreciation for all their hard work by reblogging and/or commenting! ꨄ
A: angst F: fluff S: smut C: comfort H/C: comfort
that was me blue I @docrobinavitch I A + C + F + S I when the wedding invitation arrives for your ex husband's marriage to your little sister, you're tempted to set fire to your entire life. your attending, jack abbot, has other ideas.
ortho!reader I @/docrobinavitch I H/C
transatlanticism pt1 pt2 I @se7entyrell I A I Jack Abbot has had a terrible eighteen months. Truly one for the books. Losing his mother, & then you, sometimes he wonders what the point is. If things will ever look up. Until you turn up at the Pitt, with a little girl who looks exactly like him.
petals of armor I @flowersforbucky I F + A + S I vignettes of your relationship with jack abbot told through the five love languages.
blurb I @toxicgetou I F
emergency contact I @kalila I C I when you wake up confused & covered in your own blood what better idea than to call your hot downstairs neighbor to the rescue
i can see you I @dearwalker I S I New city, new hospital, new job. You give yourself one last day to be free before your first shift, & happy hour ends with a stranger on your bed. The real problem starts the next morning, when he shows up in the same ER answering to “Dr. Abbot.”
gorgeous I @/dearwalker I F I You’ve been secretly losing your mind over Dr. Abbot for months. One slip on ice later, and your giant crush on the night attending becomes everyone’s business thanks to a concussion and a mouth that won’t stop calling him gorgeous.
the great war pt2 I @/dearwalker I H/C I Years after your separation, life throws you back into Jack Abbot’s orbit in the worst way possible, carrying a devastating diagnosis that could be the reason your marriage fell apart in the first place: a tumor that may had erased the part of you that fell in love with him all those years back. And he’s not ready to lose you twice.
opposites attract I @callienotcally I F I a look into your relationship with a man that couldn’t be more different from you, but acts as if you were made for each other
missing parts I @/callienotcally I A + F + S I you and jack have been dating for a few months now, but every time you try to initiate intimacy he becomes distant; and you can’t help but feel like he’s hiding something from you
my girl I @fleurrain I H/C I The PITT didn’t expect to ever meet the girl that had changed Abbot’s mood for the better, much less under the conditions you arrived in. After a quick thinking move saves a patient's life, Abbot can’t withhold the pride he has for you & your work.
old bets I @bitters-n-sweets I A + C I an old bet has accidentally resurfaced & you question where you stand in your relationship with Jack.
spare keys I @/bitters-n-sweets I A + F I Jack has a shit day and asks for his spare key... not in the best way.
heat waves I @peachyparkerr I F I jack abbot & the pretty young nurse he can't seem to get away from. it's only a matter of time before he can't help himself.
hard launch I @starlord-s I F
blurb I @/starlord-s I A
blurb I @/starlord-s I F
blurb I @/starlord-s I F
drabble I @/starlord-s I F
smutty books I @/starlord-s I S
interrupted I @/starlord-s I S
pining I @/starlord-s I F
sleepyhead I @/starlord-s I F
distracted I @/starlord-s I F
betting pool I @/starlord-s I F
berated I @/starlord-s I C
jealous jack I @/starlord-s I F
denial I @/starlord-s I F
drabble I @/starlord-s I C
rescue I @/starlord-s I F
your mind’s walking out I @lovebugism I H/C I no one at the pitt knows you and jack are separated when you show up to the emergency room during a particularly chaotic shift, with a number of dubious symptoms that force you and jack to reconcile.
touch me I @/lovebugism I H/C I jack abbot tries to hide in pedes to have a panic attack but ends up getting help from the pretty resident there instead
doctor barker I @/lovebugism I F I jack abbot never gets jealous; that is, until he finds out that you have a whole lot of history with the handsome radiologist from upstairs that everyone else is fawning over.
coming around again I @/lovebugism I H/C I while trying to calm down from a panic attack, you accidentally end up in the same room jack abbot is sleeping in, after you've already switched to the day shift just to get away from him.
take care of business for me I @/lovebugism I A + F I your relationship with jack has always been 50/50: he buys you everything, and you let him. this arrangement, as he calls it, works perfectly - until you start to worry that you may not be the only one who's doing it with.
you win some, you lose some I @/lovebugism I H/C I you assume jack likes you until the pitt starts betting on how long it'll take him and samira to get together; jack assumes you like him until you get called into work while on a date with your coworker. turns out, all it takes is a bad bet and an even worse date for you and jack to realize how in love the two of you are.
tender is the night I @/lovebugism I F + S I you have a perfectly casual, no-strings-attached night out with a charming stranger you met at a bar; only for jack to find out that he's slept with his resident the next morning, and that you’ve made a very memorable first impression on your new attending.
how to disappear I @/lovebugism I A I robby makes you hate him as his last act of kindness before he leaves for his three-month sabbatical. but then he sees you getting close to jack, and it ruins all his plans.
too late I @/lovebugism I A I when you and langdon get stuck on the roof of the trauma center together, he decides to stir up the ghost of your relationship to pass the time. but you've long moved on, and frank's left haunting the wrong house.
baby shark I @/lovebugism I F I it's well known across the ptmc that park the shark doesn't like anyone, except for a younger resident he calls 'crybaby,' who also happens to be jack abbot's secret girlfriend.
don’t worry baby I @/lovebugism I C I jack abbot has made it his life's mission to take care of you, so obviously he doesn't take it very well when he finds out you've been living on the abandoned floor of the ptmc.
say it ain’t so I @somethin-sparklyy I A + C I You get punched by a disgruntled patient while you're outside in the Ambulance Bay (à la Dana Season 1) before you head into the Pitt for your shift. Familiar faces come towards you trying to help, but all you can think is that you need Jack. Robby can’t help but wonder why it isn’t him anymore.
the five stages I @thecherrypittttttt I F + S
little thief I @richeeduvie I C + F
drabble I @/richeeduvie I H/C I when the age gap isn't just hot but also angst-inducing
jack off I @/richeeduvie I S I Jack thinks he's gone too far with his online girlfriend. Little does he know that you love him so much that it could never, ever be the case.
high blood pressure I @/richeeduvie I F
beard I @/richeeduvie I F + ~S
drabble I @loves-alibi I S I robby being granted the opportunity to watch jack fuck his spouse
alpha!jack I @/loves-alibi I F
infidelity I @/loves-alibi I A + S
drabble I @/loves-alibi I S I Jack Abbot has not gotten laid in a long, long time.
i’ll pay for it pt2 I @/loves-alibi I F
bicker I @kill3ill I S
is this it? I @lovableapocalypse I A + C I on the way to your fourth of july shift at ptmc you are involved in an accident. too bad you live closer to westbridge.
scenic route I @traumaone I F I Shen needs saving, you're sleep deprived and suffering an unrequited crush, and Abbot wishes he had never asked.
somewhere only we know I @imagines-r-s I A + F
public profession I @drjohncarters I F I when an ob consult flirts with you, jack decides to make your relationship status very clear.
santa I @burgundysnow I F
nudelates I @inbred-eater I F + ~S
yoga at sunrise I @nfwmb-gvf I F
material girl pt2 pt3 pt4 pt5 pt6 pt7 pt8 I @rr-after-dark I F + S I Opposites attract: Serious, intense, widower, army veteran, and emergency room doctor Jack Abbot finds love in a sweet, sexy, silly bimbo.
peanut I @/rr-after-dark I F I Hosting your Halloween party turns into a visit to the ER when you discover an adult-onset peanut allergy.
ceremonial I @/rr-after-dark I H/C I After you win a prestigious award, Jack's stressed-out dismissiveness leads to your biggest ever fight.
dating? I @/rr-after-dark I F
family secret I @/rr-after-dark I F I You've managed to keep your relationship and family with Dr. Jack Abbot private from his work for an entire decade. But your last pregnancy doesn't seem to care about that as you get brought to PTMC for an emergency delivery.
beyond infatuation I @rizbert I F I 5 moments the night shift (and co) observes between you and jack + the 1 they don't
tiktok troubles I @imaginesofwonder I F I Five times you pranked Jack with TikTok trends, and one time he got you back
you have no idea I @geminiwritten I F + S I even after swapping from nights to days, you just can’t seem to escape the inconveniently attractive night shift attending. then a ptmc night out, a sparkly dress, and a not-so-innocent game of never have i ever leads to dr. jack abbot making sure you can never utter the words “never have i ever finished during sex” ever again.
now that i found you, please stay I @softundermoonlight I H/C I when Jack, your favourite customer, has an accident, it takes once little sentence for everyone to think he is your fiance.
sugar, baby? pt2 pt3 pt4 I @vanillann I F + S
sweat ‘n skin I @polkaglock I F I jack abbot who spots you at the gym before you spot him..
staying overtime I @pellucid-constellations I H/C I You and Jack had been dancing around each other for months, playing a game that neither of you would label. But then you took that leap, pushed the boundaries, and Jack had to confront just how much he cared about you. He just wished it hadn't been like this.
i told you so I @butyoudidthis4what I A + C I Jack gets a premonition about you at work, but there's no way that feeling can be true, right?
why didn’t you tell me? I @yawnlovescookies I H/C
aces I @somethingeh I H/C I you know jack isn't looking for anything serious, so what do you do when you find yourself w/ a very permanent problem?
wait for me I @sun-snatcher I A I You saved Abbot’s life once before. Now he fights to repay the debt.
i got a bad desire I @inknopewetrust I F + S I sex had never been a problem for jack—until now.
the heart skips a beat I @/inknopewetrust I F I date night gets interesting when robby unknowingly interrupts yours and jack’s dinner with a date of his own—and no one is more nosy than the Abbots.
desperate times, brother I @xreader1989 I C I Jack uses your daughter as a last resort before Robby leaves for his sabbatical.
daddy, apparently I @relaxdiva I F I On one of your rare days off from PTMC, you end up at a dimly lit bar with Trinity and Dennis, trying to shake off the weight of the hospital while Jack — who you’ve been secretly seeing for months — covers a shift for someone else and stays late, his messages lighting up your phone just enough to pull your attention away. Your friends quickly pick up on it — the smiles, the constant glances, the way you hover over every notification — and what starts as casual teasing turns into full-blown interrogation as they try to figure out who has you so distracted.
toy truck I @deerfawnn I F I in which you embarrassingly get hit with a toy and are patched up by your attending
while im motivated i want to write a little something something for my sensitive subby bf andrew <333 :(
cw: blood kink/play, yall are madly in love with each other (mostly pope loves u but that’s how it’s supposed to be), some cannibalistic undertones probably, kinda proofread,
your thighs are bracketing his, having full dominance over the older man who sits beneath you. when you’re like this with pope, he surrenders all need to control. it’s when he feels most safe, cared for. cared for means a few things to pope, but with you, it all falls under the same principle: you taking him over. whether it’s a kiss or a slap, his heart and body is consumed with a sense of warmth he cannot find anywhere else. you’re his drug, his medicine, his lifeline and ecstasy.
he gazes up at you with nothing but desire. hes not touching you because you haven’t told him to yet. at the moment, he’s your little plaything. you touch and caress what of him you feel like. you pinch at his cheeks, poke at his nose, tug on his hair…he wouldn’t rather be anywhere else. “you’re so cute,” you smiled to yourself. “i could eat you up.” this makes a smile twitch at the corner of his lips. it’s a rare sight to see pope smile. not that you needed smiles to sense what your lover was feeling. you always knew. “would you like that, andy? wants me to eat you?” you giggle, placing your hands on his chest and pulling your lip between your teeth as your fingers wander up his hardened pecks and around his neck. he nods slowly. it’s like he’s dazed. he is. “words, baby,” you order gently. he obeys instantly. “yeah..i’d l-like that.” never once have you had to tell him twice. he’s a good boy.
“well…since you always listen so well, how could i say no?” you tease, placing a soft kiss on the tip of his cute nose. his eyes go cross to look at you, he doesn’t want to miss a thing. the kisses trail from his nose, to his lips, and down to his neck where you leave the first bite. your teeth sink into his sun-freckled skin like a vampire, but you don’t clamp down hard enough to draw blood. the soft noise from andrew’s lips encourages you to leave more. you go to the other side, biting down harder. he whimpers again, but louder. he feels the smile bending at your lips on his skin. god, he wants to touch you so bad, but he’d never break a rule. it hurts so good, the pain makes him leak through his briefs. you can feel the wet patch against your own. “you liking this, andrew?”
“…yeah.” his single word is ended with a gulp. his voice is rasped with hunger. you kiss at the dents your teeth left and ask another question. “where else do you want them, honey?” you pull away to look him in eyes when he tells you, eyes encouraging him to go on. to not be shy. “h-here,” he says, placing his hand on his heart, he looks up at you with trust, love and lust. you think it’s sweet. you know his heart is always yours forever. yours to take a bite out of. you lean down to bite the space that’s almost between his tits, and you mark him hard. he groans, gripping at the sheets of your bed. his eyes flutter shut as he takes it all in. he wants to beg for more, but he doesn’t want to ruin the moment with his greedy words. “want more?”
he’s sure you can read his mind or is that how soulmates work? he never considered telepathy, but it never ceased to amaze him when you ask what he’s been keeping inside. he never believed in that stuff until he became yours. he thought it was a bunch of nonsense, but your souls were meant to be tied together like this. “y-yes, i do.”
“where?”
“right…here.”
his fingers ghost over his forearm, in a position where it could be seen. “okay, but i’ll make sure not to bite too hard.”
“why?”
“or else it’ll scar and you’ll be walking around with my bite mark on your arm, andy.” now, you laugh. you don’t even pay attention to the seriousness in popes face. it’s usually serious, but this is something different. “i know. i wanna walk around with it,” he says, lashes fluttering together as the image of your mark semi-permanently pierced into his body runs through his mind. “you do? wanna make sure everyone knows you’re mine?” you ask, fully knowing the answer. you pick up popes arm and kiss at the spot that’ll be marked once he answers your question. “y-yes..please.”
that’s the cue of your bite. you bite down harder than you have before, needing your teeth to bypass the tough skin he’s built over the years. you succeed, pulling a sharp groan from popes chest. he doesn’t let his eyes shut. he doesn’t let his head fall back. he stays focused on you and the sweet damage you’re doing to his body. the damage he’s asked for. his metallic crimson coats you lips and drips onto your tongue, and you pull off of his arm. all of this is intoxicating. he doesn’t think he’s seen a prettier sight than your mouth covered in his own blood. you don’t wipe it off. you kiss him, leaning in to share the taste of him. he whimpers into your mouth, tongue swirling around own as he melts. his hands hold your face, deepening the kiss so you can devour him in more ways than one, but to his dismay, you pull away.
“holy shit,” you chuckle, grabbing ahold of his arm to look at the bloody work you did, taking a minute to admire the rawness of it all. “you think we should stitch this up? i really fucked you up.” he shakes his head “no” with an actual smile on his lips. its a soft one, the best kind from him. “don’t worry about it. it’ll heal up too fast.”
walk 'em like a dog — andrew 'pope' cody x sweetheart!reader.
andrew 'pope' cody has a specific walk that has people stepping aside before they even realize what they did. his gait is heavy, footfalls resounding like a small earthquake with each step, broad shoulders pitching forward as though he's mid-stride to a sprint. just his bearing alone resembles a feral guard dog, something not unlike a cane corso or a rottweiler, whenever his brows are furrowed and his gaze is set on a destination.
everyone knows better than to get in his way.
but you aren't just anyone. you're his girl, his treasure, his pretty thing. beside his hulking frame, you're an absolute darling, sweetheart incarnate. from your perfectly made up hair to the tips of your button-pink painted toenails, you look as delicate as cotton candy.
though not as fragile.
you've got andrew wrapped around your little pinky, calling him to heel with just a sweet simper of his given name and a gentle cradled palm to his sharp jaw. his brothers watch in awe and mild disgust at how their eldest just crumbles, mouth agape when you step just a few paces away and pope nearly stumbles over his feet to try and close the distance.
saccharine sweet, you giggle as you tip your chin up, a silent offering for andrew to press a feather-light kiss to your glossy lips. you get so upset when he messes up your makeup (outside of the bedroom) and the last thing he wants is to upset his girl.
