18,ISFP, Scorpio, she/her, queer, Obsessed with The Pitt and occasionally some other shows.I’ve consumed so much media though so this blog will definitely be a mix of shows/movies😭.
just realized i haven’t done an intro yet so here it is
I go by Kermit, i’m 18 i use she/her i’m unlabeled but I have a preference for women. I am neurodivergent, diagnosed ADHD and probable anxiety and autism(my mom doesn’t see a reason in getting me evaluated though because I’m most likely type 1)
This blog will be mainly The Pitt because thats my hyper fixation but it will have some mixed media sprinkled in along and relatable content(mostly nsfw sapphic content if im being honest) with mostly re-blogging because i love to lurk on here than to make my own post but sometimes I will post things myself. I will also be reblogging alot of Interview with the Vampire when season 3 comes out(im obsessed with Devilsminion)
Regarding my favorite ships in The Pitt, they are hucklerobby/hucklerabbot and all the variants of the three, mcvadi , demma, langtaker, basically any ship (besides kingdon and javadixrobby cause that was something i saw)
please note that men, racists, zionists, transphobia, and homophobia are STRICTLY not welcomed here and will be blocked.
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(im not super active on either of those due to me spending a lot of time on here but im gonna try to be more active.😁)
A/N woke up... thinking.
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x fem!reader
Warnings: smut (+18), calling the pu**y she, dom!andrew, sub!reader, somnolence (waking up horny from a nap), overstimulation, forced orgasms (consensual), neck grabbing, humping, praise, whining, crying.
Andrew has you tucked against his side on the couch. You’re wearing nothing but one of his t-shirts.
As you slowly drift awake from your nap, a sudden heavy wave of heat pools low in your belly.
There’s no gradual transition; you just wake up intensely turned on, the friction of his denim jeans against your bare thighs making your breath hitch.
Andrew notices the shift instantly. He doesn't move at first, but his chest rumbles against your back. "You awake?" he asks.
Instead of answering, you shift, whining softly as you press your hips back against him, seeking friction.
Andrew’s grip on your hip tightens. He hooks a finger under the hem of the oversized shirt, sliding his palm up against your bare skin.
He reads the flushed look on your face, the way your chest is heaving, and ducks his head low, his nose brushing against your neck.
He inhales deeply, a possessive growl vibrating in his chest. "I can smell how she's dripping for me, bunny," he roughly whispers against your skin, making a shiver run straight down your spine.
Before you can form a thought, his hand slides up from your waist, his long fingers wrapping securely around the front of your neck. He doesn't squeeze, but the dominant pressure of his fingers sends a jolt of heat straight to your core. He leans down and captures your lips in a kiss. His tongue slides into your mouth, dominant and hungry, swallowing your soft gasps.
By pure instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling his heavy frame flush against you. You begin to hump against his thigh.
Because you're wearing nothing under the shirt, your slick wetness immediately dampens the thick denim of his jeans.
Andrew groans into the kiss, his grip on your neck tightening as he holds you steady, letting you use his leg exactly how you need it. He deepens the kiss even further, his body remaining solid for you to move against.
The friction is agonizingly perfect. Your hands fist into the fabric of his shirt, your breath hitching as you chase the edge. Andrew shifts just enough to increase the pressure, grinding back against you hard.
That single shift shatters you. Your body goes rigid, a cry muffled against his lips as a sudden intense orgasm crashes over you. You tremble violently, clinging to him, wetting his thigh as your hips give one involuntary twitch against his leg.
You expect him to let you relax, but as the peak begins to pass, Andrew doesn’t move his leg.
Your core is sensitive, you let out a desperate whine against his mouth, trying to pull your hips back.
"Uh-uh," Andrew grunts, his hand on your neck keeping you firmly pinned beneath him. "You're not done yet, sweet girl. Move."
"A- Andrew," you whine, tears of sheer frustration and pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes.
You're already so sensitive, the thought of trying to go again makes your thighs tremble.
"Do it, give me one more, we know she wants to," he commands. He shifts his thigh, grinding it up against your soaked clit. "Look how dirty she is, soaking all my clothes. Let's keep her happy, huh? C'mon."
You sob softly when your body betrays you.
Whining and crying softly, you have no choice but to start humping against his leg again. Your movements are clumsier now, frantic and desperate to get it over with because the pleasure is bordering on pain.
Andrew watches your face, captivated by the way you undo for him. He keeps his hand steady on your neck, guiding your rhythm, his other hand coming down to squeeze your hip hard, forcing you to stay flush against his thigh.
"That's it, look at you being a good girl," he murmurs.
"Right there. Keep going." his tone a mix of praise and command.
You're weeping openly now, a needy sound as the second tension builds twice as fast as the first. Your body is entirely wound up, your skin flushed and slick with sweat.
You ride his leg with desperate, rolling hitches of your hips until the pressure reaches a boiling point.
"And- Andrew, ngh, plea-please," you cry hiding your face on his shoulder, as Andrew gives a hard upward lift of his thigh, locking you in place.
"Shh, it's okay, come for me." he sushes you, stroking your leg.
You scream softly against his shoulder as a second, even more violent orgasm tears through you. Your internal muscles clamp down hard, sending intense pleasure through your overstimulated body. You completely lose control, sobbing and drooling into his neck as your thighs twitch and shake against his sides, soaking him entirely.
When it finally stops, Andrew slides his hand up to cup your cheek.
You sink back into the cushions, feeling entirely sleepy and fuzzy, your limbs heavy and your mind completely blank.
Your eyes are half lidded, unable to fully focus. Your chest still heaving with quiet whimpers.
Andrew slowly pulls back, a satisfied gleam in his eyes as he looks down at your flushed face.
"Good bunny," he murmurs. He shifts his weight, pulling your lax body back down against his, tucking you securely under his arm to let you drift right back to sleep as he kisses your neck.
would be a shame if shawn hatosys stubble was poking inbetween my thighs.. such.. a shame.
i wanna have a rash by the time he’s done with me. i want him to be on top of me, sweating, just giving it his all because my pussy feels just too good—he can’t help himself. running my fingers through his silver curls, tugging and crying out oh my god oh my god oh my god oh my god
Hihihihi bunny! Saw your post about the pool and......i reckon sammy would be all over you.....buying cute lil swimming costumes, lathering sunscreen over you, being handsy by the pool, telling you that nobody can see when he's deep inside you....omg i love sammy bryant. Like actually. Obsessed. Anywho feel free to ignore this im kinda freaked out today <3
oh my god being freaked out is the best. this is chefs kiss ♡
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sammy can never keep his hands off of you when you're by the pool. sees you getting ready in your room, changing into your little bikini and he groans, knowing he's about to have half a hard on all day just from looking at you.
when you're sitting outside, he's always checking in on you, bringing you lemonade or a cocktail, bringing you your lunch. you love to ask him to apply your sunscreen, and you're not just asking him to get your back--you love letting him lather your legs, squeezing your thighs, moving up to your tummy, massaging your tits, moving your top to the side to toy with your nipple a bit, giving you a little, "just in case..."
he'll come back outside after changing into his own swim trunks, grabbing your hips to move you on his lap. toys with the strings on your bikini bottoms, undoing them to bundle them in his hand, shucking them to the floor. you're moaning as he plays with your pussy, spreading your legs so wide so that he can fuck his fingers deeper into you. taps your hip to get you to sit up a bit, pulling down his shorts to take his cock out, lining it up with your hole, fucking up into you as you lay against his chest, arm circling his neck.
you're unashamed, moaning and squirming in his hold, moving your hips to fuck yourself on his cock. "damn, baby. not worried someone could walk in and see? see my girl fucking herself so good on my cock?" you're whimpering, as he continues to coo in your ear, knowing you're too fucked out to respond, "don't worry, baby. won't let anyone see you--'m so deep you can't see me anyways the way you swallow my dick, fuck."
when you cum, he follows, staying inside of you--not wanting to waste a single drop. you rest there, watching the sun go down before you go in for dinner, forgetting your bathing suits on the ground. <3
hi babes!! what kinds of lingerie do you think pope would like?? i think he would definitely like stockings (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)
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hi, honey !!! ohhh pope would love stockings. loves the way your thighs spill outta them, loves tugging them down, kissing and biting as he follows the fabric. making you keep them on, throwing your legs over his shoulders so he can take a bite out of them anytime he wants. loves the way your feet look in them, the way your legs look—so fucking soft and creamy.
i also think he loves a garter belt. loves how it sits on your waist—thinks you look so sexy in one !!! loves to buy them for you, making you do little twirls for him as he sits on the bed, his hands spinning you around to get a good look at every angle. <3
How would Pope Cody be with his kids and reader during holidays? Like Halloween or Christmas or New Year’s Eve? Would he celebrate it with his kids and reader?
man….don’t even get me started. Pope absolutely loves decorating with you and the babies. he’s the type to build the house and then let you have full control on how the inside is decorated. “whatever you want baby.”
and when it comes to any holiday you wanna decorate, he goes all out for you. i’m talking shit decorating the lawn, door decor, easter for example he gets those decal ears for your car. so the bigger ones like halloween and christmas, you guys have the nicest house on the block.
family costumes (until the kids get old enough to pick their own), fake cobwebs and blood and skeletons and gravestones. pop up jump scare things. and if you or him stay home to give out candy, he absolutely pops out to scare children.
christmas is so different. it’s beautiful. i feel like i don’t need to say he gets a million and one presents for you all. he doesn’t care if he gets any. but when it comes to decorations, now that he has his family, he makes a whole thing of it. “i’m pulling the kids out of school early today.” “wha-what? why, did something happen?” you ask. “no, the moms are gonna beat me to all the christmas decorations, and i wanna take them with me, so we gotta go early. it’s the only way.” right.
every year since you had your little girl, he’d pick you and her up in his arms, and you’d put the star on the tree. every year. and when you had your little boy, the tradition didn’t change. he picks you all up. sissy and bubby in his arms. you’re on his back.
sure, “Andy your knees, you shouldn’t keep doin this. just pick the kids up i’ll be fine,” you’d laugh, but he’s got a stone face as he shakes his head, turning around for you to get up on him. “i’m fine baby. i’ll stop when i can’t walk anymore. get on.” “yeah got on mommy!” your little girl will say. how can you say no to that?
and yes, he’s santa. and yes, he gets really into it. when the kids are down in their beds, he’ll fake a sound, and while you readbto them you’ll play too. “woah, you guys hear that?” you’ll say. “think santa’s comin’ early. you guys gotta get to bed, he can’t see you awake or he’ll run off!!” and they’ll squeal under their covers.
in the night you’ll let them stay up until Andrew gets into gear. he’s got the whole shit on, yes the beard too. and you’ll let the kids fake wake you up to “spy” on “santa”. and in the morning daddy will say, “did you guys hear that last night? i heard like..bells.” and it’ll set off the alarm about how the kids saw santa for real this time and he ate the cookies.
when andrew’s upset with you he doesn’t really speak to you but he’s also too clingy to stop touching you … so you’ll be sitting on the couch ‘n pouting after an argument, and he’ll just come up and stuff his face under your skirt and between your thighs, nuzzling against your panty covered pussy with his nose and mouth like it’s normal … when you angrily whine his name and try to shove at his forehead, he only locks his arms around your thighs ‘n overpowers you, making you shiver.
“calm down, don’t wanna talk to you anyway—” he grumbles, making your frown deepen and your eyes sting with tears that you refuse to let spill. his gaze flickers down to your soft cunt that’s still hidden away and undoubtedly getting messy, talking like it’s a separate person and not a part of his bratty girlfriend, “just checking on my favorite girl.”
Sammy likes ass I’m sorry but it’s true. He likes to slap it as you walk away and squeeze it as he passes by and knead it when you’re sitting on his lap I don’t make the rules
brat tamer sammy who’s gotta keep his little bunny on a tight leash. needy for his attention, never listening when he says you can’t come to the station—popping in with your cute little outfit, all short frilly dresses, legs on display, cute lipgloss as you smile, squealing when you see him, running over to give him a big kiss in front of all his cop buddies.
he’ll grab your pony tail, tugging a bit so you look up at him, smiling sarcastically through his teeth, gritting out, “you’re such a fucking pain in my ass.” n you pout all, “not happy to see me, sammy?” while running your hands up and down his uniform.
making you sit in his lap the rest of the day, keeping a tight arm around you cause who knows what trouble you’ll run off and get into. you’re kissing his neck, his face, squirming on his lap—begging him to pay attention to you. :(
grabbing your face to scold you, “you don’t sit still, you don’t get any treats. be a good girl, now.” n you pout, crossing your arms, trying your hardest to be good. after the office clears out, he bends you over the desk, giving you a spanking for every time you misbehaved.
