Stop associating us Michael fans with these weird 'bae nation' gc jaafar and jermajesty obsessed 15 year olds pls. That shit has nothing to do with me I'm not part of it
thinking heavily about sammy bryant x curvy f!reader.
self projection is happening here pay no mind
sammy loved your figure. he loved to bury his face between your thighs, have them wrapped around his head, pushing him near suffocation. he got so hard seeing you in fitted clothes around the house. every dip, curve, dimple of skin he could see, he wanted to kiss and worship. he praised your body endlessly, even when you couldn't see what he saw. you constantly would avoid wearing overly tight dresses that showed your stomach, but when you took sammy shopping with you, it was all over. the first time you drop by the station because you and sammy were supposed to go on a date after work. looking beautiful as ever in a cherry-red dress, shorter than you were normally comfortable with. sammy had begged, pleaded on his knees so sweetly when you tried it on the store the week before to just let him buy it for you. rambling on about how you'd be an evil woman to deny him the sight of his girl's thick thighs and ass in a little number like that.
you couldn't deny him further when he had given you those puppy dog eyes and was trying to coax you with kisses up the expanse of your chest and neck, grabby hands squeezing all over, leaving you so flustered you agreed. when date night came around, you felt like indulging him. the stretchy material slid over you, snug and fit like a glove around your chest. the deep v accentuating your breasts with a dainty little necklace to accentuate the décolletage. the dress was so short that if you bent forward just the tiniest bit, your ass was all anyone was gonna see. pushing down the fears or judgements anyone would give you about wearing such a dress. truthfully, if you had been a smaller figure, no one would bat an eye, but that wasn't the double standard you were going to live by.
every officer who walked by while you were waiting for sammy eyed you up and down like a dog seeing a juicy treat. a part of you felt like just going home and changing, but the other part was growing even more excited to see sammy's reaction. you were in the middle of talking to cooper, back turned to the entrance, when the wolf whistle came in. the sight that came from the officer in front of you indicated it was not from the company you were hoping for. dewey's grating voice sounded throughout the station as you turned.
"cooper, man, i thought you played for the other team? surely this hot piece of ass ain't yours." dewey was sizing you up, eyes dragging from your legs to where your arms are crossed on your chest pushing your boobs up further to the snarling look on your face.
cooper was going to respond but sammy was already hot on dewey's heels walking in with sherman who's shaking his head lauging. sammy smacks dewey on the back of the head.
"i'll have you know that 'hot piece of ass' is my girl, dumbfuck dewey," sammy's grabbing your waist plannting a kiss and muttering a 'hi baby, you look so fucking good'. he was already stiffening just at the sight of you in this dress. "now, find your manners and apologize."
dewey holding the back of his head mumbling a half ass apology as he walks off. sammy is turning back to you.
"i was gonna pick you up after work, baby, you didn't have to come down here," he stands back taking every inch of you in, you can't help the small girlish giggle escape when he's got heart eyes looking you up and down. "fuck, let me go shower and change out of uniform real quick and then we can go. fuck, sweetheart, i'm already getting hard just looking at you like this."
your face and chest burn with heat as the blood rushes through your body, making you feel like you're standing on the sun as he looks at you so lovesick.
"sammy, i think were gonna have to reschedule this date. come on, i want you to take me over the hood of your patrol car, now." your pulling him out of the station by his hand as he helplessly falls after you.
you never make it to the date, but quickly learn what sammy is like when he's got his sweet girl with her wrists cuffed behind her, dress bunced up over your hips and taking his cock in the back seat of his car.
sitting around with the Cody’s and pope chooses to sit on the ground between your legs.. is this anything
this is really really cute n sweet <3
family meetings, parties, just randoms nights around the tv… pope’s always between your legs. sitting on the floor between them, laying his head on your lap, etc.
at first the boys were so shocked with how soft he was around you, grabbing your foot to pull into his lap, massaging it. running his hands up your calves, letting out little purrs. <333
you’re always so focused on him, you could give a fuck what they’re talking about, what/where the next job is, only pope really has to be paying attention. so you love massaging his scalp, twirling his curls along your fingers, massaging his shoulders.
pope’ll sometimes shut his eyes, falling asleep a lil where deran will have to clap in his face, or raise his voice, “pope, wake up.”
they learned the hard way asking you to stop distracting him—pope jumping up to grab craig by the shirt, daring him to talk to his girl like that again.
Summary: When a job goes off the rails, Craig calls Pope’s wife for help.
Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI: Swearing, Mentions of sex, Mentions of robbery (I mean, it’s Animal Kingdom), Heavy makeout, Pope being obsessed with his wife, Please let me know if I forgot anything!
Author's Note: This came to me in a vision. I don’t know what to tell you. But, as always, please let me know what you think! I wrote this one quick because I’ve been in a bit of a writing funk, so feedback is always the best kind of inspiration!!
Word Count: 1.6k
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The steering wheel is cool beneath your fingers. The midday sun is burning through your sunglasses. Anxiety is twisting in your stomach.
You don’t fight with your husband. Ever. Sure, you can bicker sometimes, but even then it’s always more one-sided on your end. Pope Cody would burn the world to the ground for you. He would kill a man without question if you merely asked him to. He loves you so much that it borders on obsession, and it might even be a little bit unhealthy if you weren’t as unbelievably in love with him as he is with you.
When you bicker, it’s usually caused by nothing more intense than one of you being tired and grumpy. And those tiffs more often than not end with you both apologizing, him hiding his smile with a kiss to your forehead, and then dragging you to the bedroom so you can take any lingering frustration out on each other in more…creative ways.
And so, despite it all, despite the obsessive way he loves you and the stress of his lifestyle and Smurf constantly trying to bring you into it, you don’t fight.
But this… he is gonna fucking kill you for this.
If you survive it in the first place, that is.
Deep breath. Grip the steering wheel a little tighter. Focus on the parking lot. Bite down the anxiety that feels like it’s ripping your stomach lining apart.
Five.
You shouldn’t be here. You know that. But…
Four.
You promised him you would never get involved. Not in any of this shit.
Three.
You kind of wish you had a coffee or something. Maybe a shot. The amount of adrenaline coursing through your system is nearly unbearable and you haven’t even started moving yet.
Two.
The passenger door is ripped open, and Craig Cody nearly knocks you into the window with how quickly he barrels into the car.
“Drive!”
“Nope.” Your voice is steady. Firm.
“What?!” What, indeed. You don’t care how they usually do this, but no one is jumping into a moving car today.
One.
Pope moves into the backseat like a wraith, sliding in with a duffel bag over his shoulder and Deran and Jay right behind him.
He opens his mouth, the word ‘move’ a sharp crack from his lips before his dark eyes land right. The fuck. Onto you.
“No.”
“Hey, honey.” Your voice is tight. Too bright. “Long day?”
He’s looking at Craig, now. Oh boy, he might kill him before he kills you.
“She’s obviously gonna get a cut.” Craig says, like that helps, and you grip the steering wheel a little more tightly. Check the rearview again.
“Get out of the car.” He’s speaking to you, and you don’t have time to tell him he’s being overprotective.
“Seatbelts.”
“Are you serious right-“
“Shut up, Craig. Seatbelts.”
You hear four clicks. A few grumbles. You feel Pope’s eyes burning into the back of your head.
You slam your foot on the gas.
-
Within about four minutes, the smell of burning rubber is making your eyes water. The flash of blue lights is making them burn. The feeling of your husband’s eyes locked onto the back of your head is making your skin prickle.
“Fucking - stop it!” You finally shout, whipping around another corner and risking two seconds of releasing the wheel in favor of putting your hand over his face. It’s a childish move, sure, but the weight of his gaze is too heavy and you’re moving too fast to deal with it right now. He catches your hand, squeezes it once in an almost painfully instinctive way, and releases it just before you whip around another corner.
“Jesus Christ! Where did you learn to drive like this?!” Deran shouts, hands braced on the backseat to keep himself steady and eyes blown wide as he looks at you like you just grew a second head.
“I don’t know! Grand Theft Auto?” You try, and you sound a little more shrill than you would like to.
Craig is laughing. Jay is silent. You think Pope might have an aneurism.
“Wall! Wall!” He suddenly shouts, and grabs at you like he might shield you from the inevitable crash.
You swerve out of the way with less than a second to spare, feel his arm locked around your chest from behind your seat, and giggle like an absolute lunatic.
This time, when he looks at you in the rearview mirror, you can barely read his expression. His eyes are wide, filled with panic and surprise, and you giggle again, the fear and adrenaline overflowing from you in what might be the worst form possible.
Yeah, he’s definitely gonna kill you.
-
The moment the car stops, Pope launches out of the back, and you know what’s about to happen before he even makes it to your door.
“You think he’s gonna kill me?” Craig asks, still grinning, still riding the same adrenaline high that’s making your blood hum in your veins.
You look at him, and grin right back. “Oh yeah. You’re dead, dude.”
Your car door rips open, and Craig even reaches forward to unbuckle your seatbelt for you before Pope Cody lifts you right out of the fucking car.
He carries you around to the other side of the building like you weigh less than a paperweight, placing you on your feet in the alley and caging you against the brick wall. His eyes are burning into yours, so intense you can feel the weight of his gaze like a fucking anvil on your shoulders.
“I know you’re mad, but-“
To your surprise, he kisses you. He kisses you so hard that, if it weren’t for his hand flying up to protect the back of your head, the force of it might slam you back against the wall hard enough to concuss you.
His body envelops yours. His hands slide over your cheeks to cradle your face in a way that’s almost more possessive than adoring, lips moving against your own with a desperation that has your knees shaking.
“I…” It is painfully difficult to think when his teeth are scraping over your lower lip, when his tongue is tracing the sting of it like it’s second nature. “Mm, I thought you were mad.”
His hands skate down your body, wrapping around the backs of your thighs and lifting you against him so he can press you more tightly against the wall and kiss you even harder.
“Furious.” He growls, pulling back to brush his nose over the hollow of your throat. “I’m fucking furious.”
“You’re sending some very mixed signals about it.”
His hips grind against yours, and he swallows your gasp of pleasure with another kiss. It’s all tongues and teeth, like he’s trying to taste the lingering adrenaline on your tongue while still trying to cling to his anger that you were driving the car in the first place.
“If Craig calls you on a job,” his hand is sliding up beneath your shirt, supporting you with one arm and still kissing you like you’re the only source of oxygen he’s ever tasted, “don’t fucking answer.”
“He said it was an emergency.”
“I don’t care.”
He hikes you up a little higher, hips grinding against yours, and cuts off your gasp with another rough kiss.
You smile against his lips, and his hands grip your thighs a little more tightly.
“I did good, though.”
He growls at that, pressing you tighter against the wall.
“I could have lost you.”
“But I did good.”
He kisses you again, like he’s trying to change the subject, and you catch his chin to keep him in place.
Because you know damn well why you’re up against this wall, and it isn’t just because he was worried about your safety. You can feel it in the quickness of his breath. In the tight grip on your thighs.
He likes to take care of you, but he knows you’re not delicate. Not breakable. And as protective as he can be, he fucking loves it.
“Say it.” You murmur, a smile still tugging on the corners of your lips. “I kicked ass.”
His eyes burn into yours, pushing forward to press his forehead against your own.
“You did…” oh, he doesn’t want to say it. He doesn’t want to encourage this, but he knows you’re right and he doesn’t want to admit how much it’s turning him the fuck on, “…you did good.”
“I kicked ass.” Your lips brush over his. His hands tighten even more on your body.
“Don’t push it.”
You grin, and when you kiss him again he groans so low that you can feel it in your bones.
And he really might take you right there in the alley, if it weren’t for Craig.
“Yo, put your dick away for five minutes. We gotta get this shit packed up.”
You both turn your heads, both breathless, and whatever look Pope gives his brother has the larger man raising his hands in mock surrender.
“Just sayin’, a public indecency charge isn’t gonna make the rest of this shit look good.”
“Cockblock.” You grumble.
“Adrenaline junkie.” He quips back, smile widening.
Your husband makes a frustrated noise, lowering you to your feet and pressing his nose into your temple in that odd affectionate way he has. You smile, turn your head to kiss cheek, and feel him brush his fingers over your waist one last time before he reluctantly pulls back.
As you walk with him back into the alley, Craig throws his arm over your shoulder, squeezing you hard enough to make you nearly stumble. “You kicked ass.”
You laugh, and lean into his side as Pope turns to glare at him. “Do not encourage her.”
Craig ignores him. Squeezes your shoulders again. “Wanna help load up the car?”
“What’s my cut?”
“Atta girl.”
And, though Pope doesn’t turn around again, still emanating pure rage, you can see the corners of his lips twitch in the smallest hint of a smile.
Well, he may not have killed you, but you’re definitely in for it later, and you’re pretty confident you won’t be complaining.
And if Craig calls you on another job…you just might answer.
notes: no i did not see / watch any of the leaks. these are just screenshots that were all over my twitter / x feed. i just want to write something to distract me from my body aches and pain 😖 i have the flu.
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aang is the one who’d worship your body and move with you rather than just rutting against you.
his eyes would often sparkle with an unbidden adoration for you, slotting himself between your thighs like you were something sacred. he feels your body beneath his, relishing in the disparity between his hardness compared to your softness.
your hero’s voice would take on an almost reverent tone, allowing you to feel the way his calloused hand outline the curve of your body. warmth quickly rushes through your veins when you felt aang’s warm hands settled over your fluttering sex.
he admires the beauty of you, eyes darkening considerably when he slides a finger within your heat. upon feeling the way your silky walls clench around him, he knew he would not be able to hold back much longer. keeping a hand pressed down on your abdomen, never once breaking eye contact with you when he slowly begins stroking himself to full hardness.
the avatar spreads your legs wide open for him, allowing him to brush the tip of his cock against your entrance before slowly sheathing himself within your slick. your back inevitably arches in response to his gentle intrusion, allowing his hands to lightly grip at your hips before lifting them slightly off of the bed. aang then proceeds to thrust his cock in and out of you, setting a pace that wasn’t too fast nor too slow-
but was more than enough to allow you to feel every inch of him.
running on pure instinct, you wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you allowed aang to surge forward and capture your lips in a searing kiss-
never wanting this moment to end as he brought you to heaven over and over again.
sokka would always be willing to make you laugh even when tangled in such an intimate dance with you.
there was a neediness you had never felt before when sokka presses you against the wall of a random building. his usually half-lidded eyes (ones that were always filled with amusement) were dark with desire for you.
he whispers a few naughty phrases within your ear, sliding off your dress before angling his cock in front of your entrance. he teases the underside of your cunt for a few moments, collecting the evidence of your arousal for a brief second before sheathing himself completely within your heat in one, swift thrust.
apparently, he had underestimated just how powerful his entrance could be, as you found your head being hit against the brick wall, earning a low hiss of pain from you.
the panic was clear within sokka’s eyes, his cock still rock hard as he was buried half deep inside of you. almost immediately, he begins rubbing comforting circles at the back of your head. all too ready to pull out if you were in pain, he was ready to leave you when the feel of your legs tightening around his waist prevents him from doing so.
you smile at him before giggling softly, causing your lover to visibly relax. confusion was seen in his gaze, and you simply shook your head before ultimately undulating your hips against him, the feel of your hips moving up and down his cock nearly unraveling him. letting out a groan of your name, sokka buried his face with the curve of your neck. lifting up one of your legs, he keeps you pressed against the brick wall before pounding into you-
allowing your cries and moans to echo through the city.
zuko expresses his love with a silent devotion.
candles would surround your shared bedroom as the fire lord settles your body back against the silk sheets. his gaze remains hungry for you, and you swore that his eyes could trail a blaze of fire down your form. your breathing hitches upon feeling his hand on your neck, giving it a light squeeze before trailing downwards.
with a deliberate slowness, zuko would spread your legs for him before inevitably settling himself between them. seeing the way his powerful body lays so completely languidly whilst between your legs causes a sudden warmth to settle against your cheeks. you watch as he closes his eyes, rubbing the scarred half of it between the silky feel of your thighs. he basks in the sweet and musky scent coming between your legs-
allowing his mouth to water before pressing his nose against the underside of your cunt. keeping his eyes clenched shut, you suddenly felt a jolt of red hot pleasure coursing through your veins. your hands automatically delves themselves into his hair, feeling your beloved firebender devouring you like you were his last meal.
mewls of his name would fall from your lips coupled along with his grunts of your name. the sensation of his deep grunts would send pinpricks of pleasure down your spine, and when you could feel your release approaching you-
your hands already tightening your hold on his hair-
zuko would pull away, not allowing you to bask in your release.
cries of frustration would be ripped from your throat as you clawed at the sheets. you were ready to lash out at the cocky man had he not suddenly slid his thick cock within your heat, making your walls flutter and clench around him just seconds later.
with your cries quickly morphing into desperate moans of his name, you allow zuko to pound himself into you, eyes set ablaze when he sees the way your breasts bounces in tune with his movements.
and when he suddenly leans forward to capture a hardened nipple within his hot mouth all while thrusting in and out of you at a rapid pace-
you knew that you were an absolute goner now, never once wishing for this achingly intimate embrace to end.
end notes: i’m too sick to edit ;;;;;;;;;;;; so just have this in its clear, unedited and messy form.
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
So for all the people who innocently missed the subtext or have obtusely refused to acknowledge it:
Dennis' hard feelings toward Langdon have nothing to do with how Langdon has treated him. Remember that Trinity has had exactly one confidant for the last ten months and it absolutely has not been Garcia. "Standing up for yourself is a good habit to have" is Langdon quietly admitting defeat and acknowledging that, even if she was not in the right as to how she phrased it, Trinity had every right to tell him to peddle his papers, because the primary virtue of Langdon's character is his willingness to understand and learn, even if it takes a lot to pierce his pervasive shell of ego and dishonesty.
tl;dr: It wasn't out of nowhere, nor did it have anything to do with the characters themselves. Trinity Santos was simply haunting the narrative as a treat while she mindlessly charted in the next room over.
people who don’t understand why whitaker said what he did to langdon have CLEARLY never absolutely fucking despised someone they barely know just cause their bestfriend has beef with them
cuddling in bed with pope cody, except your arm is wrapped around his upper thigh, face resting right next to his bulge, nuzzling into it every now and then, feeling his big, rough hands petting your head and playing with your hair, as he admires the cute pout on your lips and your sleepy expression ♡
I'm enamoured with Crus to be honest. He follows the same trend as all the other night shift staff of having a pretty relaxed mindset and he brings in something new by using the tools at his disposal in ways that most doctors nowadays wouldn't think of. Which is something I think is really cool to show; how else they can diagnose patients and determine next steps without the wait times and expensive tests.
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