romanceandruiin

tricia; 27 years old; minord PLS dni!!

[romanceandruiin]

♥ tricia - she/her - 27. certified freak. latina. love an older man. possessive scorpio. anti ai. open to any ideas and feedback!

♥ warnings: 18+ MDNI. this blog contains suggestive and sexual content. minor and ageless blogs please dni!

what I've written so far

♥don't go ♥fixated ♥first move ♥she's too young (making this into a series baby!!)

[romanceandruiin]

I just want to sayyyy that im very appreciative of all of you for your sweet comments and reactions!!

if I may be so real, vulnerable, and honest for a second: I had for many years not written anything for myself so being able to write silly little things and find joy in it and meet so many of you guys that are also just living, laughing, loving like this is really amazing and it's given me something fun to look forward to after work so thank you all!!!

[nightpitt]

thinking about sammy bryant x dispatcher! f! reader…

MDNI - 18+

he heard your voice pop off over the radio, hearing you list off the code and asking for a response. he jumps at your voice, pressing the button on the receiver while he responds, ben raising his eyebrows at sammy.

“you jumped on that quick,” ben mentions, a gleam in his eye.

“what, man?” sammy eyes him. “listen it’s our job to serve and protect, right?” ben shakes his head at his partner, chuckling lightly.

once the call is finished, sammy makes sure to stop and pick you up lunch. ben noticing the extra bag tucked by the center console. he doesn’t say a word as he chews through his taco.

he places the bag on your desk while you’re sat all cute in front of your decorative keyboard and you’re wearing your headset. he drops a warm kiss on your forehead, your coworkers ogling at sammy from below their computer monitors.

“thank you, sammy,” you smile up at him, giving his hand a squeeze.

“anytime, sweetheart,” he mutters against your hair. “you do good work. keep it up, doll. y’know how much i love hearing that pretty little voice of yours over the radio.”

[abbotverse]

this specific clip of pope makes me salivate so bad ugh hes so handsome i #need to be in that shower with him !!!!!

[buglass]

“Sammy Bryant Gets No Play”

(wc: 371)

18+ mdni 

Officer Sammy Bryant is known for getting ‘zero play’ and so far as ‘no bitches’. He cusses like a sailor, but he doesn't want to think of it that way, because you aren't a bitch, and it's no one's business who he sleeps with. Let alone who he dates. 

And he's dating the fuck out of you on an every other day basis when he has the time. The one complaint you had about these work-related anecdotes Sammy would tell you about how everyone thinks he's this monk is that he is far from it and much less a saint. 

Officer Sammy Bryant is the same man who pins your legs by your head on either side, taking pride in seeing tears welling in your eyes. 

“My pretty girl is gonna wake the neighbors, yeah,” he grunted with every stroke as a smug look crossed his face. “You like when I get this deep, huh? There's still so much to--hnh--to give you.”

Officer Sammy Bryant who liked to eat your pussy from behind in your kitchen because he was appreciative of the meal you prepared for him after a long shift. 

“Fuck my tongue, baby. I want to taste you well into my next shift,” he would say into your heat, pressing his face into you and shaking his head. 

He liked to watch you try and keep your balance and weight on the counter, afraid to bury his face into you while he made it vehemently known that he would live there if he could. Then, after you came, he would proudly smack your ass, and walk away to make himself a plate. 

“I can eat now that I've had my appetizer,” Sammy smirked from over his shoulder. 

Your boyriend, Officer Sammy Bryant, who would have sustained secondhand embarrassment from anyone else doing bar karaoke, but when he watched you he found himself enamored. Then, kissing you openly and ferociously because the drinks were flowing and your hand felt good on his cock through his jeans. Leaving him to suggest the bathroom stall. 

You weren't so bold, but he was tempting enough which made you laugh, and left a goofy smile on his face. 

“No game, my ass,” you grinned. 

[romanceandruiin]

Work Call

andrew “pope” cody x fem!reader

Summary: Andrew Cody’s high achieving girlfriend is taking too long in her last work meeting so he found a way to finally get her to hang up the call. 

warnings: 18+ MDNI!, smutty smut smut, female receiving oral, nipple play. Andrew being a certified eaterrrrrr.

author note: guys i really need to write this. andrew is def an eater and is very SICK for doing this hehe.

wc: ~1.4k

Andrew was looming over the doorway of your office like a shadow. You looked up to see him with a scrunched mouth, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes glaring at you. He was pissed. The only two things he completely hated about you was your tendency to talk bad about yourself, and the fact that you work a lot. You flashed a sympathetic grin as your eyes darted back to the camera. “No I totally understand it’s just that—” 

“What if we tried…” The stupid men on the call trailed back and forth with each other. While you were caught in the cross fire diffusing the bomb that was this call at 8 PM.

Your desk faced toward the doorway. Light wood finish with your monitor keeping you and Andrew separated. Behind you was a custom bookshelf Andrew built for you a week ago. When you got your big promotion, Andrew got to work remodeling this room to be your office. “My big shot girl needs a better office,” he said to you when you came home to him tearing down the walls. 

He was your number one fan. Everything you accomplished, big or small, who told everyone. Did you know that she closed a $5.1 million dollar deal the other day?She also has her masters don’t forget. She is the smartest person I will ever know. When you office was complete he walked you into the room, hands covering your eyes. When he finally let you see, you couldn’t help but cry. It was cozy, warm green walls, the bookshelf was almost done, he had bought the desk you saw once on Pinterest and bookmarked it. You’d never spend that amount of money because you thought it was irresponsible, but Andrew never cared. If you liked something it was already purchased and on its way. He had built a console for your record player, organized your vinyls in alphabetical order, and put up all the posters and artwork you’d been meaning to put up. Your computer was completely new, the monitor was new, and right on the side was a picture frame of you two in Yosemite. 

“I-I Andrew!” You wiped the tears off your cheek. “I don’t even know what to say. This is all so much—” “It’s not enough.” He said kissing your forehead. “I’m gonna buy you the whole damn world.” But right now all Andrew could think about was the fact that you’re still on a work call. With those assholes he’s had to meet during your work events. He cooked your favorite pasta, had a puzzle set up for the two of you in the living room, and it’s been hours since you two have kissed. With each interjection and point you made, Andrew rolled his eyes like a moody teenager. You caught him still standing there, shooting apologetic eyes and mouthing out “Just 2 more minutes.” He shook his head, spinning his finger in the air, demanding you end the call now. 

“Guys come on we’re getting no where, let’s—” “No no no this is good!” You watched these two sweaty disgusting men talk in circles, using their hands to make a bigger point, sharing their screen to point out the numbers in a spreadsheet. You were ready to interject once again when you felt it. A kiss on your thigh. You looked down in horror to find Andrew under your desk looking up at you with teasing eyes. You tried to get back to the call, swatting his face away. But his large hands gripped onto your thighs and pulled you in. You felt a lump in your throat as you felt exactly what he was doing. 

He started off by kissing your thighs gently. Using his tongue to lick and suck from the top of your thigh to inside. His head began to bury in between. You instinctually pulled your legs apart, giving into his sweet hot breath grazing over your lounge shorts. He moaned a little, biting his lip as he waited for the right moment to pull your shorts to the side. You looked down, waiting with anticipation, his eyes looked up at you for a moment. And then it happened. His wet tongue completely engulfed your pussy over your panties. You breathed in heavily, not trying to make a sound as you quickly put yourself on mute but you heard your name.

“Uh yup still here.” “What do you think about merging those two slides?” Andrew’s tongue flicked your clit, he kissed and licked soaking your panties so much you could feel the wetness on your chair. “Um that’s—” A wave of pleasure hit you. “Could work, we'd just need to have a better s-step through.” You cleared your throat. Andrew looked up at you, his eyes smirked up as he breathed in the scent of your pussy. He licked and licked until he was ready to push your panties to the side. Feeling his hot breath on your bare skin made you shudder. You twitched your neck trying to concentrate, to jerk the feeling of that wet tongue now spreading apart your folds, exploring every inch. The wet slurping sounds made you even more and more horny on this stupid fucking call. Between the voices of the two men and Andrew shoving his tongue deeper you couldn’t even hear yourself think. You heard you name again on the call. “When is the meeting with them anyway?” You unmuted. Andrew flicked your clit and sucked it just as you spoke, “N-Next week!” “You okay?” “Yup just trying not to sneeze.” You smacked his head, which made him flick faster and faster, the slurping noises filling up your ear as your nipples were getting harder and harder. You shifted in your chair. You wanted so badly to just ride his face right there and then. Grab his brown curls shove him in deeper, fuck his face until he was tapping on your thighs to let him breathe. You felt yourself sweating, anxious, needy, completely helpless. And then, you felt his fingers. Slowly, splitting your deliciously wet pussy open. Grazing in and around your folds just to give you a feel. Your pussy was so swollen, and he loved it. He loved seeing the goosebumps on your legs and arms. Up above was a beautiful view. His sexy powerful girl struggling to keep her thoughts while he devours her pussy whole. He moved his fingers a little faster, along with his tongue as he looked up at you. 

You couldn’t take it anymore. You latched onto his hair, pulling him closer. Your breaths started getting heavy, panting almost at the hot slick feeling of your orgasm stirring up in your stomach. Your name again mentioned on this stupid fucking call. 

“Hey guys!” You said, a little bit of a shriek as Andrew’s finger slid in deeper. “We’re done okay. J-Just lets tomorrow go have dinner. Fuck!” With that you hung up the call, and Andrew pushed your chair back. He was moaning, breathing heavy as you rocked your hips. “You’re so fucking sick for this.” You moaned out. Mhm he cooed out. You grabbed onto your breasts, twisting your nipples and closing your eyes. His finger sliding in and out with speed, his tongue, sore but still not done tasting you it all hit you like a giant wave. Crashing over you, blurring out your vision, you moaned and screamed, completely unraveling against his mouth. Except Andrew wasn’t done. He wanted to make you suffer, just a little, as he pulled his mouth away but kept his finger inside fucking you. “A-Andrew fuck!” You were so sensitive, whining and shuffling around trying to pull away, but his hand kept you in your place. You felt your eyes well up as more and more pleasure and sensitivity came over you. Until he finally stopped. You caught your breath, fixing your hair. “You’re the worst.” You breathed out. “I got you to stop working.” He quipped back. You laughed, running your fingers through his hair. You bent over, looking deeply into his eyes. His face glistened, all your wetness painted all over. You liked it. Knowing you can mark him like that. “Now come on, I made you pasta.” He said standing up. “And we’re finishing the puzzle tonight.” “Yes sir,” you teased as you both walked out of your office.

[illud93]

childhood best friend pope who doesn't approve of your boyfriend..

[peanutgirl11]

[romanceandruiin]

She's Too Young -pt 3!

previous part

jack abbot x fem!reader

Summary: After your first time together, Jack is completely smitten with you and begs for you to come to his work so he can rub it in everyone’s face.

warnings: fluff! Mentions of the age gap insecurity, anxiety in the ER.

author note: alright in this case our reader is a high achieving woman who works in advertising (because i work in advertising haha) but i could def see reader as a professor or like a researcher. very smart, confident, and powerful. And thank you to @holyhozierwp for this wonderful idea, this was such a good idea to show Jack as just a sweet giddy old man <3. Don’t worry pt 4 will be nastyyyyy i promise

wc: ~2.6k

When you both caught your breath, you actually did in fact eat breakfast. The mood in the room shifted. Jack looked lighter, happier. Talking to you about his job, how he works with the SWAT team as a tactical emergency medical service (which you still don’t understand what the means), and his time in the Middle East. You found yourself watching his face light up with each story. Talking with his hands, his eyes animating with each word, you stopped eating and got lost in the sight of him. Jack felt like he could keep talking forever. The way you looked at him truly made him feel like you wanted to hear it all. All the stupid old man jokes he could make that actually had you laughing. Stories about the ER that led you to ask questions about procedures and “What does that even mean?” He felt free to talk about everything and anything with you. 

He started grabbing your empty plate when you stopped him. Taking it out of his hands as you got up. “You took care of me…” you sang, clearing up the plates, “Let me take care of you.” He watched you trail to the kitchen sink, carefully washing each dish and placing them on the drying rack. “I haven’t even asked…what do you do for work?” He asked. “You haven’t asked at all,” you joked. “I work in advertising. Just make campaigns and commercials.” He was taken back a little. Sexy and with a crazy ass job. Well holy shit. 

“Well that’s pretty cool,” He laughed a little in disbelief. Jack always assumed he would end up with someone at work. A nurse or another doctor that could understand the life and emotions that comes with saving lives. But this beautiful woman in front of him washing his dishes was uncharted territory. She was someone he would need to explain everything to, really bring her into his world and show it all. It made him a little nervous as he sat there. 

“Does your leg give you any trouble?” You asked. “Nah,” he said playfully, taking it off and putting it on the table. “Can’t really feel it at all.” You let out a laugh at how ridiculous he was. “You know what I like about you?” “Hm?” “You actually enjoy your life.” You said, turning off the faucet. “You have been through so much, and have seen so much. And everything you have said to me has been said with such joy. I think that’s really special.” You walked over to him, pressing your lips to his forehead. It was warm, reassuring, kiss every now and then Jack needed to remind him that he was allowed to live his life. 

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It’s been a couple of months since the first time you and Jack met, and now you two were inseparable. Going back and forth between his home and apartment. On his days off he wanted nothing more than to be at your apartment and watch you work. Listen to you in your office during meetings quickly thinking of ideas, presenting, talking with a force that drove him crazy. You got him out of his normal routine. Slower mornings, actually eating before going to work.

Folks could tell something was different about Jack. His first shift back after your first time together he wouldn’t hear the end of it from day shift as they finished up. Poking fun at the fact you were super hot, and he didn’t know what to do with “all of that.” He rolled his eyes, being a gentleman not saying anything crude or disrespectful to you. “So what happened?” Robby asked on the rooftop. Jack smiled. “We had a good time.” “You had a good time?” “Yeah.” Jack said, digging his hands into his pocket trying hard not to let out a telling smile. “We had a great time.” “And you’re gonna keep seeing her?” “Yeah.” Robby shook his head laughing. “Good luck to you man.” 

And from then on he was excited to mention you in any conversation. Yeah, she and I are going to the natural history museum this weekend. 

I’ll have to see if she doesn’t have something planned for us. No actually I’m going home right after because she found a new soup recipe and I’m really excited to try it.And when you started packing him food…it was game over. The first time you handed him a lunch box he realized, he never owned a lunch box. “Wait a minute? You bought me a lunch box?” He said confused. “Yeah! It’s cute right?” It was simple. Navy blue with black and silver trimming. It had a long shoulder strap and a compartment to store a thermal cup. “I think this fits your vibe.” “My vibe?” He turned it around, inspecting it. “This is like you’re sending me to school.” “Oh come on Jack. Lots of people go to work with a lunchbox.” 

He was a little hesitant. All the guys are going to give me so much shit. But one look at you, with your perfectly soft face, the smile that made him melt as you so proudly handed him this lunchbox, who was he to ruin this for you? So he slung it over his shoulder proudly. Walking through the door of the ER with confidence. Knowing that his sexy young girlfriend had cooked for him and packed him this with a lot of love. Dana cocked her eyebrow as he walked in. “She’s fattening you up before killing ‘ya?” She joked. “She can do whatever she wants to me.” Jack replied. It took Dana by surprise, watching him walk into the break room where he would store his lunchbox in the fridge. And it became a common occurrence. When you weren’t on crazy calls, or not out on a shoot somewhere, you were giving Jack his lunchbox before his shift. And he looked forward to it each time. Giddy to see what surprises you left for him. Sometimes you wrote dumb little notes, sometimes you snuck in a cookie or even a beer can when you sensed the night was going to be a tough one. 

One afternoon as he was getting ready for his shift, he begged again. “Just 10 minutes.” He pleaded. You peered up from your laptop to see him shirtless. His bare chest looked toned with his freckles framing every muscle. You traced your eyes down to his perfect little ass in his boxer briefs. “Jack, I'm swapped.” You said apologetically. It had been several weeks since he asked you to come visit him at work. He joked at first, saying he wanted to parade his sexy girlfriend to everyone so they can know who’s been giving him the hickies on his neck he was bad at hiding. Who was making him rush to the bathroom to send you another risque text at night, who was taking up his life in the most delicious way. He wanted nothing more than to see you walk through those doors, and show everyone that you were his. “I know baby, I know.” His voice dropped. Something Jack was not good was telling you when he was actually hurt. And every time you’d say no, it was another blow to his mushy heart. Maybe she doesn’t want people to know she’s with an old man?She’s embarrassed by you. 

It was conversations you’d have before. Jack looking at you over dinner, or out on a date and asking you again if you’re sure you want to be with him. He could understand if the age freaked you out. If you wanted someone more your age. More attractive. More you. And you’d always shake your head and tell him to stop thinking that. Not only was he the sexiest man in the world, you were exactly where you wanted to be, with him. You knew every time you said no it crushed his spirit. He’d hang his head lower, he’d get quiet, he would feel too ashamed to even look at you. And the reason you said no wasn’t because you were too embarrassed to be with him or that you didn’t love him, it’s the fact that you weren’t ready to see him there. Covered in blood, the screaming, the running around and all the noises from the different machines. Seeing Jack as Dr. Abbot and not the man that sings to you when he’s cooking. Or the man that carries you back to the car when your heels have blistered your feet. You were not ready to see these demons he talked about. 

“Jack, I'm sorry.” You whispered. He couldn’t stay upset. He could be hurt, but he could never leave work without kissing you. As he slipped on his shirt he walked over to you and gave you a sweet kiss. “I know baby.”

He went to his shift, lunch box in hand, trying to get through the night so he could find you curled up in the mattress, and sneak in a moment to wrap his arms around you before you started work. 

You ended up sleeping early. Tossing and turning, trying to get Jack’s frown out of your mind, but by 1 AM your mind was fully buzzing. You hated how you made him feel. You hated how you know it’s eating him up at work while he’s trying to focus. And you hated that you were still scared. It’s really not that hard to show up for him. He always shows up for you. To every work event. Every shoot. You gotta let yourself go into his world. You have to. 

Something came over you. You thought well if “I’m gonna show up to his work, I have to make it big.”

You spent several hours downstairs in the kitchen making food for the doctors and nurses. Chocolate chip muffins. Breakfast sandwiches. Roasted potatoes. Hell you cut up all the fruit you had in your fridge and assembled them into larger serving trays. You looked at the time, almost 4 AM. It was time to get yourself ready. Hop in the shower. Recurl your hair, do your makeup a little too nice, and wear a good outfit. You kept it simple with a baby tee that lifted your breasts up just right, jeans that cupped your ass, and a pair of cowboy boots you wear often to set. The drive over there made your heart flutter. All the stories, the late nights of hearing him try not to cry. The way sometimes he would just sit on his side of the bed for a moment and stare into nothing until you’d pull him into you and hear his heart pounding. You were going to the source. And for Jack he so desperately wanted to know you were choosing him, all of him. With these demons and all. 

You parked your car, juggling the trays of food and your purse. The ambulances were parked outside, just like Jack described it. You noticed some familiar faces, the day shift folks that were at the bar you met Jack. You felt shy for a moment, trying to hide your face, not be seen. Oh my god just walk dummy. You stood in front of the door, looking inside to the large white rooms with too many bodies moving around back and forth in a frantic synchronization that only makes sense to people that work there. But to you it was dizzying. You stepped on one foot at a time. The sight was almost too much for you. The yelling, the sound of the carts being moved around, the phone blaring. 

“Hey miss!” A security guard called out. “Are you family?” “What?” “Family of a patient?” “No I—” “Then I can’t have you in here miss. Check in is on the other side.” “But I’m here for Jack.”

With perfect timing you saw him coming out of a trauma bay with Robby. As the security guard tried to push you out, Jack saw you. His heart dropped, in the best way. “Oh my god.” He breathed out. 

You peaked over the security guard, yelling out his name. “Oh my god.” Robby replied back looking at you. 

Jack immediately rushed over to the security guard. “Woah woah woah please let her through.” The security guard turned around. “Wait, is this your girl?” “Yes she is.”

He looked tired. The skin around his face was red and blotchy from the heat and sweat of running around all night. His hair was tousled every which way. There was a small dot of blood on his scrubs that made your eyes widen. When he saw that, it clicked in his head that you’d been scared to come in. He grabbed your cheeks to force your face up to his. “Hey,” he whispered. “It’s nothing.” Your eyes darted to the trauma bay where everyone was still working. You could see the whites of a bone, blood all over everyone’s gloves. “Hey hey hey look at me. He’s gonna be okay. It looks bad but I promise you it’s not. He’s gonna be okay.” You brought your eyes back to him. You had to trust that the man was going to be okay. That the blood stain on his shirt was okay. That Jack was okay. That he loved this place, even if it made him see things and relive things he doesn’t want to. That he was happy. The rest of the crew looked at your both standing there, shocked that you were real. The rumors, the whispers, the constant teasing all came to this moment where Jack took your hand and walked you to the nurses station. “My beautiful, amazing, very sexy girlfriend made us food!” He yelled out. 

You set down the trays of food. “Okay muffins, breakfast sandwiches, those are potatoes, also fruit? I don’t know if you guys eat that but it’s there.” Jack took a muffin and bit into it, rolling his eyes of the sweet relief of some sort of food in his mouth. “You did all of this?”

“Yup! I couldn’t sleep so I just…cooked I guess?” He pulled you in, his hands trailing on your waist. Your cheeks burned at his touch, but also at the fact that he was doing this in front of his coworkers. “You got all dressed up for me?” His voice was a little raspy, cooing as he tucked a strand of hair behind your ears. 

“Yes I did.” You batted your eyelashes, trying to coax him to see what he’d do next. 

“Yeah?” His voice dropped to that familiar tone. He smiled, biting his lip as he looked directly at your lips. While you had hoped he’d give you a big wet kiss, you settled for several small pecks that still sparked some commotion from his colleagues. “Alright crazy kids knock it off.” Robby emerged from behind you. He took a breakfast sandwich and bit into it. Nodding his head in approval. “This is really good,” he said “But I can’t have any more distractions in my ER. You’re a lovely girl but show and tell is over Jack.”

A couple of the staff rolled their eyes taking food with them as they got back to work. Jack looked at Robby with a smirk. “Don’t be jealous. I have a woman that loves me and you’re all alone.” He teased. “Aha don’t- don’t piss me off Abbot.” Robby starts walking away. Without thinking Jack scoops you up, hoists you over his shoulder and starts to walk out. “I’m done for the day, don’t call me. My girlfriend says so.” You laughed, blowing a kiss to everyone as he walks out into the parking lot, puts you back down, and devours you in kisses and gropes up against your car. tagging you my loves <3 @amgelclaw @lovekk2plus @holyhozierwp @jackierose902109 @darknessofhell666-blog-blog @abbot-fanatic

[romanceandruiin]

omggg woke up with 100 followers!!! eeee thank you all so much <3

[mysatnin]

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐘’𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐒. 𐙚⋆°🦢.⋆ᥫ᭡ — please give all of these incredible writers the love and support. 🍯 all parts are in random fandom & character order + images & blurbs.

— one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty,

Theory Crafting, 𝐉.𝐀, @opulentpeony

Told Ya, 𝐌.𝐑 & 𝐉.𝐀, @bluetimeombre

Big Boyfriend, 𝐌.𝐑, @fawnsweetie

Selfies, 𝐉.𝐀, @kryptoclark

Intern Again, 𝐌.𝐑, @kingdonfangirl

Warm Safe Place, 𝐄.𝐇, @agnireed

Drowned In Melancholy, 𝐄.𝐌, @dearwalker

Amateur Hour, 𝐉.𝐀, @doeidawn

The Bet, 𝐁.𝐏, @laraisoncall

Licking Blood Off, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @lostalioth

Stay On, 𝐌.𝐑, @marmaidxo

Under The Sun, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @hollowhuntress

Never Again, 𝐃.𝐒, @thelostgirl1987

But I’m Not Afraid, 𝐉.𝐀, @robbyscoffee

The Deal, 𝐂.𝐂, @r4bidabbott

This Years Girl, 𝐄.𝐌, @elegantpaperoperatormaker

The Asshole, 𝐉.𝐀, @pearlessance

Daily Lovin, 𝐒.𝐁, @groovyangelkisses

You’re Mine, 𝐌.𝐑, @angelabbot

Reality Check, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @yesimfinewhydoyouask

Finish Fighting, 𝐉.𝐀, @mcybank

The Mating Clause, 𝐓.𝐃, @fangirl-dot-com

He's Just Ken, 𝐅.𝐋, @redd-blushing-roses

Examination, 𝐌.𝐑, @thykingdoncome

Dark Abyss, 𝐉.𝐀, @deerfawnn

Playing Footsy, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @hotdocsandcowboys

Savior, 𝐃.𝐒, @sunengine

Pulling You Over, 𝐒.𝐁, @hoziersguitarr

Wasting Your Emotions, 𝐁.𝐏, @ceijoh

Call Later, 𝐉.𝐀, @groovyangelkisses

Can't Help Himself, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @iris-enchantress

Reintroduced, 𝐓.𝐃, @in-ky

Do That Again, 𝐌.𝐑, @robinavitchslut

When Life Gives You Lemons, 𝐉.𝐀, @mariasont

Like Fine Wine, 𝐄.𝐌, @spacejjunk

Roleplay, 𝐒.𝐁, @romantic-insomniac

Jack’s Girl, 𝐌.𝐑 & 𝐉.𝐀, @kingdonfangirl

Drop Dead, 𝐒.𝐑, @sleepingbeautiiies

Read Your Mind, 𝐉.𝐀, @goldiwrites

Taste Back, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @voidsagent

Grunting In Your Ear, 𝐌.𝐑, @fawnsweetie

Polaroids, 𝐉.𝐀, @peepawstears

Broken Instincts, 𝐃.𝐒, @thelostgirl1987

Fall Asleep, 𝐀.𝐏.𝐂, @groovyangelkisses

The Cute Intern, 𝐉.𝐀, @rienxangl

Almost Said Love You, 𝐃.𝐖, @jamesdeanbby

Trouble, 𝐒.𝐁, @r4bidabbott

Too Young, 𝐉.𝐀, @romanceandruiin

Shaved His Beard, 𝐌.𝐑, @mrs-dr-reid

Words Can Hurt, 𝐉.𝐀, @fangirl-dot-com

[lovaeir]

Sammy Bryant being on night patrol around the bars and he keeps running into you and your girlfriends…<3!

mdni 18+

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The first time you see him you’re stumbling out of an underground bar, giggling and hanging onto the railing of the stairs and your friend’s arm.

He’s standing at the top of them with a cocky smirk and crossed arms, looking down at you all. When you see him you freeze like kids who got caught sneaking candy, then burst out laughing.

“You ladies have a fun night?” He asks, stepping aside as you come up the stairs, eyes sweeping once over your body, quick enough you probably shouldn’t notice in your drunken state, but you do, and it makes your cheeks pink a little.

“What’s it to ya’ officer….” You smile, hands clamping down on your friend’s arm to steady yourself. “Bryant.”

He chuckles, then shrugs, “nothing, just make sure you all get home safe.” He sends you off with a wink that makes your tummy flutter and your friends have to drag you away, breaking the eye contact you’d been holding with him.

—-

The next time you see him it’s a couple weeks later, you’re outside leaning against the brick wall smoking a cigarette as he approaches you. You smile in recognition, not nearly as drunk this time around and he stops next to you, leaning his side against the wall. “We gotta stop meeting like this.” He chuckles, popping his gum in his mouth as his eyes trail down your body again, this time obviously checking you out.

You giggle and shake your head, stubbing out the smoke and turning to him, “Tell me about it.” You smile, your own eyes taking in his appearance. Your eyes meet his and the tension is so thick you swear you can feel it in the air. Someone calling your name behind you snaps you out of whatever trance he had you in and you look back at them, realizing it’s your friends before looking back at him. “I’ll see you around, officer.” You bite your bottom lip as you turn, heels clicking against the concrete as you walk away and he watches.

—-

The third time you run into him you’re tipsy and in a dress that’s too short. You gasp in recognition as you see him sitting in his cop car across the street, grabbing your friend’s hand and dragging her over.

You practically slam into the poor door as you laugh, “Officer Bryant!” You smile, leaning your forearms against the window and looking at him. He chuckles looking at you, eyes lingering on your dress sits at the top of your thighs. He pops his gum once before jutting his head up, “I like this one.” He smirks, eyes landing on yours once again. He waves his fingers at your friends, “you all behaving tonight?” He flashes that million dollar smile and they all giggle and blush behind you, but his eyes stay trained on yours.

You pout, reaching your hand in and toying with his name badge, “Tell me your first name, you know mine.” He laughs, eyebrows furrowing, “How would I know your name?” You gasp dramatically, stumbling back. “You hear my friends yell it all the time!” You pout. He smiles and shrugs, “Yeah yeah, I guess so.” You smile, crossing your arms and looking at him. “Tell me.” You whine, smiling.

“Twirl.” He says, eyes lingering on your body. You tilt your head a little, “Twirl and I’ll tell ya’.” he smiles, hand tapping the window seal of the car, fingers doing a twirl motion, your friends distracted behind you talking about something.

You smile feeling the heat flush up your neck, tugging down your dress a little before twirling. When you face him again he’s biting his bottom lip, bearing his teeth. “Sammy.” He says softly, eyes flickering across your face.

You smile and nod, proud of your self. Your friends start barking at you to come on, so you lean down, close enough to his face so you can kiss his cheek, which you do, before whispering “Bye sammy, see you around.” Leaving him a blushing mess with a grip so tight around the steering wheel it turns his knuckles white.

[groovyangelkisses]

pope who knows his dick is big so everytime you makeout and start to put your hand on him, he pushes it away. now you just think “oh okay, he’s not ready for intimacy yet.” understandable!

but it gets to a point where one day you convince him to pull down his jeans and you see his thick, heavy cock slap against his tummy. i mean heaaaaavy, like the crimson pink tip is so big & his balls are spilling out of his boxers and he’s soooo warm.

and you’re just staring— gazing, rather. his cheeks & ears are so red and he’s avoiding eye contact nervously as his fists clench and unclench. bare assed, sitting on the bed sheet and swallowing as he pinches his mouth and looks at you… sweet, doe-eyed you. you coo “oh andrew…” in lust and he’s shakily replying “‘m just… really big, didn’t wanna scare you off… or anything.”

FUCK

[romanceandruiin]

Andrew goes above and beyond to make sure you're not scared during a thunderstorm.

He holds you while you're cuddling on the couch together, watching your favorite movies all days so you could be distracted from the pounding noise that shakes the walls. He buys days worth of groceries so he doesn't have to step out and leave you alone, and always finds new recipes for you to do together. Anything he can think of to get your mind off of what's going on outside. Another thunder cracks the sky, this time with lighting that you catch a glimpse of from the window. It was beautiful. To see a single lighting bolt hit the ocean in the distance. But it still made your stomach sink every time. You shifted a little on the couch, trying hard to play it cool while your eyes are on the TV.

But Andrew notices. He always notices. He larger calloused hands squeeze your hand. He places the softest kiss on the top of your head. "Hey. It's okay. It's okay baby." He whispered.

You turn to face him. "I love you Andy." "I love you too baby."

While the rain gets stronger and the movie comes to an end. He gets you up to start cooking, playing music on full blast. Doing a little dance for you as you prepare the pizza dough. He makes you smile so much you don't even notice when the thunder stops.

*a very cute idea I had about our sweet angel Andrew going above and beyond for you because you hate thunderstorms

[angelofthepitt]

jack abbot who never gets tired of you.

content warnings: 18+, allusions to smut (piv sex) but no description of physical feeling, slightly manipulative jack if you squint, kissing, fluff, it’s said that jack makes reader beg, no dialogue, jack is obsessed, lmk if i missed anything!

he needs to be around you at all times. at work he’ll search for you if he hasn’t seen a glimpse of you in the last fifteen minutes. half of the time, he doesn’t even speak to you. he’s fine twenty feet away as long as he can see your face. that’s exactly why his hands are all over you the second you get home, with his chest pressed against your back and his face in the crook of your neck. he’s peppering kisses and whispering sweet words in your ear before you can get off your shoes.

and on the days you say you’re too tired and hot, he’ll drag you into the shower with him. some days he’ll put the water a bit too cold, saying he has to be pressed against you to stay warm. and it’s definitelyyyyyy not his fault when his tip brushes against your clit as he’s shoving his tongue down your throat. he was just trying to kiss! and obviouslyyyyyy he has to pick you up because with the both of you in here there’s no way for you to stand without the water getting into your eyes. when his length keeps teasing your entrance and you finally give in, he makes you beg for it a little bit. i mean, yourrrr the one who wanted this.

and when he’s cooking you dinner, he’s turning around every five seconds just to look at you sitting on the couch while you watch tv. even after he’s nicked his finger cutting peppers, and knocked over an entire pan of chicken, he still didn’t learn his lesson. and, honestly, he never wants to.

he’s never letting you out of his sight.

author’s note: short drabble cs i was obsessing over clingy jack. also in my head this is with a fiancé!nurse!reader, but you can interpret however you want.

[lovaeir]

teasing pope cody while he’s working on his truck <3

mdni 18+

Sneaking into the garage, but apparently not quiet enough. You watch popes legs still under the truck, “Sweetheart?” He asks lightly, like he knows it’s you without having to look. “Jus’ me Andy.” you say softly, walking over to him hearing the metallic clinking continue.

“It’s late” you say lightly, the open garage door letting for the sound of crickets to echo throughout the concrete room. “Couldn’t sleep.” he replies flatly, twisting his arm on something to the belly of the truck.

You hum softly and lower yourself, throwing a leg over the two of his so you’re straddling his thighs. You hear him grunt softly and shift a little under you. “What’re you working on?” you ask, trailing your hands under his t-shirt, feeling the hardness of his muscles beneath your them. “M’ looking for a leak” he says, you can practically see the expression he’s wearing even though his face is covered by the truck.

You shift, moving forward on his hips and settle on them, fingers playing with his belt. After a couple minutes you hear him huff and drop his tools with a clink. His hands snake out from under the truck, resting on your thighs. “Can’t focus” he says lowly. You smile, your own hands now moving to rest over his. He squeezes and moves you a little, his stiffening cock lining right up with your heat making you gasp softly.

You start to rock your hips, back and forth and can feel him growing harder beneath you, letting out little grunts like he’s trying to hold himself back. His upper half still covered by the truck you can only see his V line tensing up with every move of your hips against his.

“You gotta stop.” he whispers, hands stilling you. You whine but stop anyways, “why?” He huffs, finally scooting out from under the vehicle. “Cause’ if you don’t,” he sits up, you still in his lap and pulls you closer to him, chests touching, lips brushing, “m’ gonna fuck you right here on this garage floor.” he growls, taking your chin with his fingers and smashing your lips together.

[thedivinegirlyp0p]

my fics by character

my masterlist is sorted by status so i figured this could also be helpful. only listing the fics that live on tumblr. all my work is 18+/MDNI; most are nsfw.

all involve a shawn hatosy character.

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