Afternoon Delight- part 2 to no such thing. Workplace sex. Smut
His Girls- part 3 of no such thing. Meeting Brendonโs nieces.
Breakeven - Brendon takes care of you after youโre sexually assaulted by your boss
Dad! Brendon + daughter! Reader
Domestic discipline with Brendon smut part 2 smut
Brendon x autistic wife reader
Babyshark โ หโโง เญจเญง โงโห โ
New in town- Brendon and Emma meet in a kink club
Crimson and clover - shower period sex smut
Straight out of a Telenovela! - Jane The Virgin AU masterlist and moodboard
Oblivion - (coming soon) masterlist.
โExclusivelyโ- Emma realizes her and Brendon never โdefinedโ the relationship and she spirals.
Animal Kingdom
Pope Cody ๐ฆนโงหยฐเผ
Pope tracks down the guy who sexually assaulted you
Sleeping Beauty- Somno smut
Baby Daddy Pope
Sweet- Pope hides his life from his innocent girlfriend. In universe thoughts- 1. Sweetieverse lingerie HC. Sweets and Adrian. Sweetโs daddy issues smut pupcake the kids
Strays series masterlist - Pope x Juliaโs adopted daughter
Phone sex with pope Smut
Ready Or Not
Titus Danforth
Two Birds- Titus realizes pregnancy is a way to spare his fiancรฉ from a hunt. Smut
Emma overheard some other nurses talking about dating the other day. About exclusivity. And dating multiple people. Like that was the norm.
Was that the norm? Emma didnโt know. Emma never dated very much, surely not multiple boys at once. And then Brendon happened.
And it hits her. Her and Brendon never had an โexclusivelyโ talk, and now sheโs spiraling that Brendonโs obviously dating multiple people, right? Heโs hot snd rich and older and more mature so heโs gotta be. Who wouldnโt want him? And sheโs so fucking stupid for thinking it was only her why would it be her? And so she kinda pulls away and starts to tear apart their every interaction, every text, every conversation, every gap in communication. Where she was always so understanding of how busy he was, suddenly every hour he didnโt answer a text was now heโs with someone else, every time he went to bed early she was wondering who he was in bed with, every friend he did something with he told her about she was nauseous was another woman he was on a date with.
It comes to a head when Brendon notices somethingโs up. She seems so anxious now. So afraid to โbotherโ him which he hates. Itโs like sheโs gotten smaller. He used to wake up to spams of memes and thoughts after he went to bed, now thereโs nothing. She used to ask him how golf was with the guys from anesthesiology, how drinks with surgery was. Now when he says heโs going out with some friends sheโs says cool no problem have fun. Sheโs not initiating date planning anymore, and sheโs happy to go out with him but sheโs not asking when heโs free, trying to squeeze something in on a night he got off early and heโll admit-
Heโs worried.
Heโs concerned a breakup is coming. Because you know what, fuck it. Heโll admit it. He likes Emma a lot. He likes having a girlfriend- having her as a girlfriend. Heโs happy. He likes his life like this.
But Saturday they go out. Dinner. Emmas favorite- Japanese- because heโs terrified sheโs over him and done dealing with his nightmare schedule and maybe, just maybe he can bribe her with salmon and spicy tuna. And they go back to his. And they were making out on the couch which felt normal, and he went to take off Emmaโs shirt and she froze.
And he felt the bile come up.
And so he asked, fast.
โWhatโs wrong?โ
Emma stalled.
โEmma. I know somethings wrong. But can we talk about it at least? Can you atleast let me try to fix it?โ He begged. Heโs not a man who begs. But heโs not above it, either.
Emma swallows and she looks like sheโs gonna cry.
โAre you seeing anyone else?โ
And the idea makes his head spin.
โHuh?โ
โLike. Dating. Sex.โ
No yeah he got that.
But theyโve been together for a while. He thought they understood what was happening here. Boyfriend-girlfriend clothes at anotherโs places phone wallpaper stuff.
โEmma of corse Iโm not seeing anyone else are you fucking crazy?โ
And he sees relief in her big brown eyes.
โYouโre not?โ
โNo Emma. Jesus Christ where did you get an idea like that from?โ
โSome of the girls at work-โ
Here we go again.
โ-weโre talking about going exclusive and like, I wasnโt dating anyone when we met and I never thought about something like that but then I realized like. We never talked about it because I donโt know I was stupid and I thought-โ
โYouโre not stupid. Never have been.โ Brendon swore.
โI just like. Assumed you werenโt dating anyone either but thatโs obviously-โ
โThatโs obviously the truth. I donโt know where else you were going with that but itโs the truth.โ
Emma looked up, Doe eyes wide.
โIt is?โ
โYes, Emma. Jesus.โ
He kissed her cheeks quickly. โBaby itโs only ever been you, okay? I was never seeing anyone else when we were dating. You were never- there was never someone else, you were never competing with anyone. Itโs only you.โ
He felt Emma sigh in relief.
โThink about how much I work honey? Where would I have the time for another woman?โ
Emma stilled like she thought about it.
โEmma.โ
Itโs exasperated.
Sheโs thought about this.
โYou know. You go out with friends. You go to bed early. You go get drinks after work.โ
โYeah. And thatโs exactly what I say it is. Iโm not lying- I wouldnโt lie to you.โ
Emma nodded.
โIs this why youโve been pulling away lately, baby?โ
Emma nodded.
โBabyโฆโ
Emma looked away.
โHoney, come on. Emma. You gotta talk to me okay? Youโve been so sad lately but I coulda fixed this with one conversation.โ Brendon reminded her.
โI was scared.โ
โScared?โ
Brendon has to accept that sex is so not happening tonight.
โWhy scared, baby?โ
He rubbed Emmaโs sides gently.
โI was scared if I brought it up youโd think it was too soon or I was being clingy or needy.โ Emma admitted.
โNot too soon. Weโve been together for months. Not clingy. Not needy. Normal. Youโre allowed to have needs Emma. Youโre allowed to expect loyalty. Youโre allowed to need things from me emotionally.โ Brendon insisted.
โI like it when you cling to me. I like it when youโre needy. Youโre my girl, Emma. I want you to act like it, okay? I want you to care. Itโs okay if youโre jealous but you never need to be. Okay, baby?โ
I donโt really have any? Is that a bad thing to say? I workout a lot but that doesnโt count, itโs just lifting. I hit the bag. I like film photography, but thatโs not something i can do all the time. Idk. I want to try pottery but it seems to be a very expensive hobby. Wait to add- I bake a lot how did I forget that
๐บ what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important
Uuuuh my friends and family arenโt really big gifters but my late aunt once got me sapphire emerald cut earrings which I really like. I wish they werenโt silver so I would wear them more but I still love them
Emma overheard some other nurses talking about dating the other day. About exclusivity. And dating multiple people. Like that was the norm.
Was that the norm? Emma didnโt know. Emma never dated very much, surely not multiple boys at once. And then Brendon happened.
And it hits her. Her and Brendon never had an โexclusivelyโ talk, and now sheโs spiraling that Brendonโs obviously dating multiple people, right? Heโs hot snd rich and older and more mature so heโs gotta be. Who wouldnโt want him? And sheโs so fucking stupid for thinking it was only her why would it be her? And so she kinda pulls away and starts to tear apart their every interaction, every text, every conversation, every gap in communication. Where she was always so understanding of how busy he was, suddenly every hour he didnโt answer a text was now heโs with someone else, every time he went to bed early she was wondering who he was in bed with, every friend he did something with he told her about she was nauseous was another woman he was on a date with.
It comes to a head when Brendon notices somethingโs up. She seems so anxious now. So afraid to โbotherโ him which he hates. Itโs like sheโs gotten smaller. He used to wake up to spams of memes and thoughts after he went to bed, now thereโs nothing. She used to ask him how golf was with the guys from anesthesiology, how drinks with surgery was. Now when he says heโs going out with some friends sheโs says cool no problem have fun. Sheโs not initiating date planning anymore, and sheโs happy to go out with him but sheโs not asking when heโs free, trying to squeeze something in on a night he got off early and heโll admit-
Heโs worried.
Heโs concerned a breakup is coming. Because you know what, fuck it. Heโll admit it. He likes Emma a lot. He likes having a girlfriend- having her as a girlfriend. Heโs happy. He likes his life like this.
But Saturday they go out. Dinner. Emmas favorite- Japanese- because heโs terrified sheโs over him and done dealing with his nightmare schedule and maybe, just maybe he can bribe her with salmon and spicy tuna. And they go back to his. And they were making out on the couch which felt normal, and he went to take off Emmaโs shirt and she froze.
And he felt the bile come up.
And so he asked, fast.
โWhatโs wrong?โ
Emma stalled.
โEmma. I know somethings wrong. But can we talk about it at least? Can you atleast let me try to fix it?โ He begged. Heโs not a man who begs. But heโs not above it, either.
Emma swallows and she looks like sheโs gonna cry.
โAre you seeing anyone else?โ
And the idea makes his head spin.
โHuh?โ
โLike. Dating. Sex.โ
No yeah he got that.
But theyโve been together for a while. He thought they understood what was happening here. Boyfriend-girlfriend clothes at anotherโs places phone wallpaper stuff.
โEmma of corse Iโm not seeing anyone else are you fucking crazy?โ
And he sees relief in her big brown eyes.
โYouโre not?โ
โNo Emma. Jesus Christ where did you get an idea like that from?โ
โSome of the girls at work-โ
Here we go again.
โ-weโre talking about going exclusive and like, I wasnโt dating anyone when we met and I never thought about something like that but then I realized like. We never talked about it because I donโt know I was stupid and I thought-โ
โYouโre not stupid. Never have been.โ Brendon swore.
โI just like. Assumed you werenโt dating anyone either but thatโs obviously-โ
โThatโs obviously the truth. I donโt know where else you were going with that but itโs the truth.โ
Emma looked up, Doe eyes wide.
โIt is?โ
โYes, Emma. Jesus.โ
He kissed her cheeks quickly. โBaby itโs only ever been you, okay? I was never seeing anyone else when we were dating. You were never- there was never someone else, you were never competing with anyone. Itโs only you.โ
He felt Emma sigh in relief.
โThink about how much I work honey? Where would I have the time for another woman?โ
Emma stilled like she thought about it.
โEmma.โ
Itโs exasperated.
Sheโs thought about this.
โYou know. You go out with friends. You go to bed early. You go get drinks after work.โ
โYeah. And thatโs exactly what I say it is. Iโm not lying- I wouldnโt lie to you.โ
Emma nodded.
โIs this why youโve been pulling away lately, baby?โ
Emma nodded.
โBabyโฆโ
Emma looked away.
โHoney, come on. Emma. You gotta talk to me okay? Youโve been so sad lately but I coulda fixed this with one conversation.โ Brendon reminded her.
โI was scared.โ
โScared?โ
Brendon has to accept that sex is so not happening tonight.
โWhy scared, baby?โ
He rubbed Emmaโs sides gently.
โI was scared if I brought it up youโd think it was too soon or I was being clingy or needy.โ Emma admitted.
โNot too soon. Weโve been together for months. Not clingy. Not needy. Normal. Youโre allowed to have needs Emma. Youโre allowed to expect loyalty. Youโre allowed to need things from me emotionally.โ Brendon insisted.
โI like it when you cling to me. I like it when youโre needy. Youโre my girl, Emma. I want you to act like it, okay? I want you to care. Itโs okay if youโre jealous but you never need to be. Okay, baby?โ
Hi ๐๐ฉท๐๏ธ (does that make me sound extra lesbian...)
๐ what is your favorite feature on yourself?
Um scary question non physically my caretaking instinct physically maybe my hair when it wants to cooperate?
๐ฉท dream job?
Not really sure I more so dream of stable employment than any job specifically. I think I have a pretty cool job rn (I work at an aquarium as an educator), I think if money wasnโt a factor Iโd love to work in non classroom education (especially animal based) for the rest of my life.
๐๏ธ what are your favorite asks to answer
I love all asks as long as they arenโt the people who argue with me about how I write my own characters. Any time an ask/request really sparks my creativity Iโm very grateful for it.
This is just a fun little thing Iโve been wanting to do since the dawn of time but could never find a post to reblog that satisfied what I wanted. So I made this, feel free to reblog and use it yourself!
โค๏ธ how tall are you?
๐งก what is your sexuality?
๐ what is your favorite feature on yourself?
๐ where are you from?
๐ฉต do you have any pets?
๐ do you have any siblings?
๐ describe yourself in five words or less!
๐ฉท dream job?
๐ค favorite hobbies outside of your blog
๐ when is your birthday?
๐ your zodiac (Sun, Moon, Rising)
๐do you have tattoos and/or piercings
๐ can you drive?
โ๏ธ favorite place youโve traveled
๐ค have you been to a concert
๐ต favorite artists
๐ง last song you listened too
๐บ last show you watched
๐ last thing you wrote
๐ something no one would guess about you
๐งโโ๏ธ scariest thing thatโs happened to you
๐ฅ craziest thing thatโs ever happened to you
๐ favorite food
๐ least favorite food
๐ favorite season?
๐ favorite genre to read / watch / write
๐ if you could make one character real, who would it be
๐ซ some place youโd love to visit
๐ a word your friends would use to describe you
๐ what is your earliest memory
๐ what is one talent you wish you had
๐ why did you start this blog?
โ๏ธ when did you start writing fanfic
๐๏ธ what are your favorite asks to answer
๐ how do you come up with the fics you write
๐ what is the fic youโre know for
๐ what character do you enjoy writing for the most
๐๏ธ what character do you not enjoy writing for
๐ is there a fic you wish you didnโt write
โค๏ธโ๐ฅ what character do you simp for most often
๐งโโ๏ธ favorite characters of all time
๐ช favorite shows / series of all time
๐ a show you would recommend to anyone
๐ a show youโd tell people to stay away from
๐น favorite kinks to write for
๐ฅ kinks you would never write for
๐ a kink you would like to write but you think youโd be judged
โ๏ธ full fics, imagines or head canons
โ๏ธ your favorite fanfic from another writer
A couple of in depth questions!
๐ what is something thatโs happened in your life that you wish you could go back and change?
โญ๏ธ what is one of your biggest accomplishments? Why is it so important to you?
๐ชปwhat is the toughest thing you had to go through, but can say youโve successfully overcome?
๐บ what is the best gift someone has ever given you and why is it so important
๐ what is your comfort show/series and why is it your comfort show? How has it helped you?
Leaving the bathroom door open to blow dry your hair undressed because youโre home alone and need to get the humidity out and pope coming home in the middle and silently staring at you like a perv until you catch him
summary: part two of Honeybee...Baz hires you as Lena's nanny but when you fall for Pope, Smurf takes you under her wing. Much to the annoyance of Baz
content/warnings: NSFW + MDNI! 18+ ONLY! violence towards reader, smurf, baz, murder, breeding kink, unprotected sex, thigh riding, oral sex (f receiving), pregnancy, no use of y/n, spoilers for season two of Animal Kingdom
wc: 5k
notes: Set between season one and two...sorry this took like nine million years
Smurf presses her lips together as she looks at Baz. She thought she raised him better than to put hands on a woman. But like father, like son. Now she has to clean his mess again. She pats his face before smoothing his hair.
"She was trying to steal from me, Smurf. I walked in on her finding one of my stashes," he lies.
Smurf tuts and shakes her head.
"I don't care, baby. She's all bruised up. And Lena saw it. We gotta keep her sweet now or she'll take her pretty little ass down to the police and report you for assault. And we can't have that," she cooes at her eldest boy.
Baz rolls his eyes, "A bullet between her eyes would be simpler."
Smurf slaps him, "We're not killing a girl you had on your fuckin' payroll. The people at Lena's school know her because you can't raise your own fuckin' kid. So you're gonna listen to me about your daughter."
Baz snarls and walks to the other side of the kitchen.
"This is such bullshit. Just cos Pope is all heart eyes for her? Not like you, Smurf, to get sentimental," he says.
Smurf bares her teeth like a wild animal.
"We don't kill women because we lose our temper. Get the fuck out of my house," she hisses.
Smurf finds you later, after you've brought Lena for ice cream. She pouts at the cuts on your face.
"Lena, why don't you go to the pool?" Smurf suggests as the little one runs off.
"Now, sweetheart, I can't let you go back to Baz's house. Not after what he did to you. But Lena needs someone to take care of her. I was thinking you could move in here to help me with her," she said, fixing your hair.
You frown. You don't trust Smurf. You've known so many women like her. But you also know not to get on your bad side. Thankfully Pope comes to your rescue, stepping into the kitchen. He puts an arm around your waist.
"She's moving in with me, Smurf," he says in a tone that doesn't leave room for argument.
"And what about Lena?" Smurf asks. "Baz clearly can't take care of his own daughter."
You shake your head, "No. I'll still nanny for her. I just won't be a live in nanny. I...maybe I could take her instead of Baz's? If that's not overstepping. She just loves being with you Smurf. She is always talking about you and the pool!"
Smurf smiles at you, her eyes narrowing for a moment. She's not an idiot. But she'll allow it. You're making Andrew happy.
"Of course, sweetheart," she says softly. "You can sleep here with Lena when Baz isn't around. I think that's for the best."
You smile and nod your head, "Of course, I think that would be perfect. She needs a strong woman in her life now that her mother is...gone."
Later as you sit in Pope's truck, you look at him, "Are you sure you want me to move in with you?"
He sniffs, "Where else are you gonna go? Not back to Baz."
You roll your eyes, "Ain't you romantic?"
But you like living with Pope. He always makes you breakfast in the morning, telling you that you need to start your day with food rather than running on coffee for hours. He likes having you here as well. Pope can't sleep. But with the weight of you on his chest, he sleeps like a baby. Although on the nights he can't, he can wake you up with rough hands and soft kisses.
You adore that as well. Pope could spend hours eating you out, just drowning in your pussy. He makes you cum over and over and over. Until you have to pull him up and away from you. And he'll look at you with his eyes almost black. If he's not between your legs, he's at your tits, kissing and palming at them for hours on end. You don't even think it's sexual anymore, it's like a comfort for him. A soother... And if that's what Andrew needs you give it to him.
But you adore when he's inside you. Hard and deep, slamming his hips against yours. He manhandles you, having you in breeding press, kissing you desperately. Or he'll flip you onto your stomach, you love how he fucks you prone bone. Sometimes he'll hook his thick bicep around your neck, making your eyes roll back on your head. You love riding him on the couch after a long day.
When you stay at Smurf's you tell him sex is off the table. You know she's listening. But Pope can't keep his hands off of you. And Smurf isn't an idiot, she sees how Pope hangs on your every word. So after a few months of you living between her home and Pope's, she does some digging into your background.
You're folding laundry in the kitchen when Smurf approaches you.
"Hey baby," she coos, calling you the name she reserves for her sons and grandson. "Where did you say you grew up?"
You look up at her and smile.
"I didn't, Smurf. But I grew up the other side of San Diego. But I haven't been back since I was eighteen. I started applying for au pair jobs in my senior year of high school," you explain. "So I left a few days after graduation."
Smurf hums, "And no one cared about your time in juvenile detention?"
You freeze and look up at her.
"My records were sealed after I turned eighteen," you tell her. "So no one needs to know."
"I have my people...and my people found that you did 18 months for robbery and breaking and entering," she says with a hum. "Must have been tough for your foster family."
You twist your mouth in annoyance. You hate talking about your past.
"Yes, Smurf. I grew up in foster care. CPS took me away when I was eight. I was still cute then, got a nice foster family," you say with a shrug. "But then they got pregnant. Triplets! And I was thirteen and starting to act out. So I went back to foster care. Bounced around families for a while. You know how many foster dads are creeps?"
You scrub your hand over your face.
"So I learned how to pickpocket. I just wanted enough money so I could get an apartment. I made friends with a few of the rich kids in the area. And I'd case their places when they weren't around. One of their parents found me. I thought they were on a trip...Her dad was a lawyer so I was screwed."
You look at Smurf, "Is that a problem?"
Smurf smiles at you and pulls you in for a hug.
"Oh baby, you're perfect."
You're not stupid. You are very aware how to Cody family get their money. You're not there for the meetings or the jobs, of course. And you like to play dumb for Smurf, although you're sure she can see through you. But both of you play this game, pretending you don't know what the other one knows. And she likes you like this. Still pliant to her.
You know when the boys are doing a job because Smurf will give you the day off. She'll keep Lena in the house. And you will wait patiently for Pope to come home. It is always a variant on the same theme when he finally walks in the door of your now shared home. Sometimes he will take you desperately, needing to be buried inside you. He'll push you onto hands and knees or press you into the couch and just bury his weeping cock in you with rough, angry thrusts. Other times, you can see the tears threatening to fall from his eyes and he'll kiss you desperately. He'll slowly rock his hips against yours, hiding his face in your neck as you can feel soft sobs rack his body. Sometimes, rarely, he's happy. It's gone well, and sex is soft and smooth and gentle.
One day you're fixing Lena's hair and you overhear Baz talking to Smurf.
"People who have nannies have money," he tells her. "You said she used to do this shit. Why can't she scope out a few places for us? Even just fuckin' job interviews. I don't know. Babysitting gigs so it's not too permenant."
You can hear Smurf take a sharp intake of breath, "We only do jobs with people in the family."
You can practically hear Baz's eyeroll at that.
"She's not doing the job she's just-"
Pope cuts him off, "We're not involving her in this. She doesn't need to be a part of this shit."
"What Pope?" Baz suddenly snaps causing Lena to flinch next to you. "You think you can just run off with her into the sunset? You're sick in the head, man. And soon she'll fuckin' see that. She's gonna drain your wallet and then leave you."
On the drive home, you can tell that Pope is withdrawn. You can see the gears in his head working overtime. You hate that Baz can get to him like that. You reach out and run your fingers through his curls but he flinches away from you. You try not to let it affect you. You know it's Baz and his family who have worked their way under his skin. But still, Pope has never been upset with something you've done.
You make him dinner in silence. Pope likes the quiet but when he finally looks up at you, he sees the hurt etched across your face.
"I'm sorry," he gruffs out. "I just...Baz always says shit like that. Says how I'm weird and I'm not weird."
"No baby, you're not weird," you soothe, stroking his knuckle with your thumb.
"I just...You know...With my family, it's hard. I don't know Smurf was never a proper mother to us. First time I saw someone die I was six. She used have sex with these men in front of me and Julia. And we just thought all o' that was normal. And she likes...She likes when I'm angry. I know she wants to keep me angry. But I don't want to be angry. I want a normal life."
He take a deep breath, "But I don't know how to be normal. I wanna be normal for you. I really do. I don't wanna be Smurf's muscle or Baz's fuckin' punchline."
You look at him, watching the tears roll down his freckled cheeks. You brush each away with soft kisses to his flushed skin. You just want to take him away from this, from his family, from Oceanside.
"Baz thinks no one would wanna be with me. That you'll leave. He thinks no one will settle down and have a baby with me," he sobs.
This makes you pause.
"I wanna have a baby with you, Andrew," you tell him ever so gently.
His eyes flick up to yours as if assessing the situation. Were you being serious? A baby...with him?
"You wanna have a baby with me?" he echoes.
You nod your head, pulling him in for a desperate and messy kiss. You moan against his lips which is enough to have Andrew Cody gripping your hips and lifting you onto his lap. Your hips work on their own rolling against his thick thigh, your skirt bunching up around your waist as as your grind on him. Your clit bumps over the rough fabric of his jeans under the cotton of your panties. But Pope never breaks this kiss.
"Put a baby in me, Andrew, please," you beg desperately.
"You needa cum first," he responds.
It's like you can do it on command because after a handful more rocks of your hips you're soaking his thigh. He grunts out in appreciation and then grips the meat of your ass to lift you onto the table.
He falls to his knees, pulling your panties down your legs. His eyes zero in on your sopping wet cunt that is clenching around the air desperate for him. He doesn't give you a second before he starts eating you out. Pope loves giving you head, could (and has) spent hours between your legs. But today he is on a mission. He zeros in on your clit, sucking and slurping desperately. He knows exactly how to pull you apart and he does in record time. You come undone over his tongue to his satisification. He moans out into your cunt. He could cum from this as well, but he can't. Not when you've asked him so sweetly to put a baby in you.
Finally he stands, unbuckling his belt so he can push his jeans and boxers his thick cock finally free. It rests heavy against his black t-shirt that he still hasn't taken off. But he's desperate for you. And getting you pregnant is his number one priority. He presses inside you in one fluid motion. He doesn't let you adjust. He just splits you open. He's worked you over so well, he slips in without an issue. And then he's off to the races.
He hooks your knees over his forearms, spreading you wide and he slams into you. His heavy balls slam against your ass as he fucks you.
"Gonna put a baby in ya. Gonna see you so fuckin' full. And I ain't ever gonna let you leave," he grunts in your ear.
His words go straight to your cunt and you honestly don't know how many times you cum over his cock until he stutters to a stop. Thick walls of cum coat your walls. But he doesn't pull out. He just presses his weight on you for a few minutes. Your chests heaving in time with one another.
When he eventually moves, he presses two thick fingers inside you.
"Can't waste it. Not when I gotta get you pregnant."
And Pope takes his job very seriously. Every morning and every night he's inside you. If you're free in the afternoon, he pounces. If the two of you are alone he's fucking you. And you love it.
"Is Pope tryna eat you?" Deran asks as you sit by the pool in a bikini that showcases all the hickies Pope has left on your body. There are bruises in the shape of his fingers as well around your hips, ass and even the hint of them on your neck.
You roll your eyes at him.
"Don't be jealous cos you're hard up," you say before jumping in the pool and splashing him.
Out of all of Pope's family, you like Deran the best. If Pope's not around, you usually cling to him. He also has a short fuse for Baz's bullshit. Which is ongoing in the kitchen right now.
"Are we still paying her?" he snaps at Smurf who is counting out cash.
Smurf's eyes flick up, "You hired her because you couldn't take care of your daughter. So yes. We are."
"Well she's not doing a good job is she."
Pope grabs a beer from the fridge, "Lena's at school. You'd know if you spent any time with your kid."
He storms out to the backyard with Baz hot on his heels.
"You think you're a big man now cos you're getting your dick wet?" Baz snarls.
Pope doesn't respond as he watches you in the water.
"I mean, it looks like she'll spread her legs for any of us. Number three is right there," Baz says, nodding to where you and Deran are in the pool.
This catches Pope's attention. He turns and looks at Baz then.
"What's that supposed to mean?" his growls, his whole face darkening.
"You think she was living in my house, with me and not givin' it up? Come on. I'm a hot blooded man! You were always obsessed with my sloppy seconds. Ri-"
But Baz doesn't get to finish his sentence before Pope lunges. Pope is on top of him, landing punch after punch. But Baz is sly and digs him in the ribs. Smurf hears the commotion and comes to watch by the door. You're jumping out of the pool immediately.
Smurf sees you and sighs, "That's enough boys."
Usually her word is law but they're too caught up in the fight to hear anything.
"Andrew, that's enough," you bark.
Pope slams Baz onto the concrete once more before hauling himself off him. He reaches for your hand and drags you back to his car. You can get your stuff later, he grumbles. Smurf's eyes narrow as she watches you. It looks like you have your claws in her eldest boy deeper than she thought.
Of course, Smurf doesn't do anything right away. But she'll have to get Andrew away from you. She thought you simply calmed him down. But if he listens to you over her that's not good.
You can sense that something has shifted with Smurf. But you're not dumb enough to delve into that. No you play dumb. Act like nothing has happened.
"When's you're birthday, Smurf?" you ask her one evening as you help her with dinner. "I doubt your boys ever spoil you. And you do so much for them. They should bring you out for dinner."
Smurf smiles, "That's sweet but I like cooking for them."
You sigh as you watch J, Deran and Craig outside.
"I hope I'm half the mother you are. I mean, Pope talks about you all the time. How you worked so hard for him and Julia as a single mother. And in the seventies, that can't have been easy," you coo.
Smurf freezes for a millisecond, too quick to even notice. Unless you're watching...and you are.
"Does Pope talk about his sister?" she asks tightly.
You nod your head as you throw cherry tomatoes in the salad.
"Oh yes, all the time. Such a beautiful name. Maybe if I'm ever blessed with a girl I'll call her Julia. Maybe Julia Janine...JJ! So sweet," you say before carrying the salad out to the table.
Smurf stabs her knife into the cutting board. Oh she fucking hates you.
In the months that follow, you can feel the tension rising in the house. Not just between you and Smurf. But something has happened between her and Baz. You're not sure what and you're not stupid enough to ask.
One evening you're sitting by the pool on Pope's lap. You're nursing a Coke after dinner wondering when you can go home.
"Baby, do you want a real drink?" Smurf asks you as she sips on her vodka cranberry. It's rare she doesn't have one in her hand.
You flush at the question ducking your head before shaking it quickly. Pope is grinning ear from ear.
"Smurf, I can't," you say as Pope presses a thick hand over your stomach.
A few weeks ago, you had woken up feeling...well...like shit. You pulled up your calendar and realised that you were late. Your period was due almost a fortnight ago. But yours was nowhere to be seen. You immediately ran (literally) to the store. You shoulda bought pregnancy tests but you didn't wanna jinx it.
When Pope found you almost an hour later crying tears of joy as you looked at the two little lines on the stick, he couldn't stop himself from crying. You both had your own worries and didn't want to share until you were over the first trimester. But now, at almost fourteen weeks pregnant you decided to share with the rest of the Cody family.
You could see Smurf's face immediately brighten. Yea, she didn't like how you had gotten your claws into her baby boy. But a baby? Well, Smurf loved babies. So she rushed over to kiss both you and Pope.
"You should move back in here, baby," she cooed at Pope.
He shook his head, "Not with the parties, Smurf. A baby needs sleep and not to get into Craig's coke stash."
Craig frowned, but he couldn't argue.
The only person who wasn't happy was Baz. Which you expected. He was rarely at the house these days. And when he was it usually ended in a fight between him and Smurf. J had become a little lap dog for Baz. And you hated that. But it wasn't your place to get involved.
Since announcing your pregnancy, things between you and Smurf thawed. She brought you shopping for baby stuff. Even though you didn't want to be in her debt. But sometimes you liked to be mothered...it had been so long. So you let her brush your hair when you were too tired and make you herbal tea and even slept over when Pope was away on jobs.
You sit, cradling your now swollen stomach, as Smurf tells you about Julia. How she couldn't take care of her when she was pregnant with J. Everyone who talks about Julia tells you a different story. Pope talks about her like she hung the moon, J speaks about a sad, ghost of a woman outcast from her family and Smurf? Well, Smurf talks about a problem child. A bad apple intent on spoiling the bunch.
You're not sure if it's not just the tree that is poison.
But you let Smurf dote on you because you're not stupid. You want to keep her on side. Not like Baz...Baz has seemingly been outcast from the family. Lena is always with Smurf and her father is spending less and less time here.
Pope tells you one night in bed as he strokes your growing belly that he has a mistress in Mexico. That he plans on taking Lena and going to start a new life down there.
"With whose money?" you ask, your eyes flicking up to Pope.
Has Baz been stealing from Smurf? You don't doubt that he has enough money of his own. But you always know that Smurf has a majority of the funds.
They have enough to live very comfortably on. But nothing too crazy. But you don't argue about that.
One night, Pope is out with Craig and Deran. It's not like him, but you tell him to spend more time with his brothers. It's okay. You know he doesn't like parties or loud spaces. But sometimes they just drink in the back of Deran's bar. And you want him to have that connection again. Especially after losing Baz.
Even though you don't know good of a friend and brother Baz was to him. Pope tells you about Baz and Julia's relationship. How he could be J's father. How he fell for Cath when they were teenagers but Baz took her too. How he didn't want to lose anything else to Baz.
"You won't lose me or the baby to him. I promise," you whisper.
So when you hear the door to the house open you presume it's Pope. You hum, shifting in your bed to give him room to join you. But Pope's footsteps are almost silent and these? Well, these are not. You try not to move, hoping whoever it is will just steal some shit and go. They won't try the bedrooms.
But you recognise those footsteps as they come closer and closer. You know it's Baz. And he's not here for petty theft. You lean across the bed to Pope's side and pull open the drawer of his bedside locker. You're trying not to make noise as you fumble in the dark for what you're looking for.
But it doesn't matter because Barry Blackwell has been in Pope's shitty little beachfront condo before. He knows where the bedroom is and he knows where he'll find Pope's girl. He's known that Pope killed Cath. Even though he knows that Smurf put him up to it, it was Pope who did it. And now he can do the same to Pope.
An eye for an eye.
The baby is just the cherry on top of the cake. Baz should care that by killing you, he'll also be ending the life of his brother's unborn child. But he doesn't really care. He slams the door open making you jump.
"Pope isn't here," you tell him, feigning ignorance.
You blink, pretending that you've just woken up.
"That's okay. He doesn't need to be," Baz says as he stands in the door frame. "You know, Lena loves you. She loves when you take her to the beach and that you've taught her how to swim. Craig's got her her own surfboard now."
You smile and nod, sitting up in the bed. You stroke your baby bump, showing it off to Baz as if to remind him that you're just a woman. A pregnant woman. A soon-to-be mother.
"So it's really going to hurt her feelings when she finds out her uncle murdered you," he tuts.
You freeze at this. He's going to frame Pope?
Of course, he is. Pope already has a violent record. The police won't even question it when Baz calls it in. Because he will. He's an upstanding citizen. And when Lena's nanny who got involved with his mentally unwell brother doesn't show up for work, he'll get worried. He'll call the cops. He might even cry.
Smurf'll be pissed but hell, he might kill her too while he's at it. Pope went on a spree. How fun!
"Don't do this," you beg through tears.
Baz shrugs as he takes a step forward. You try to stay brave, strong. But fuck you're scared. But you look at the man who has only ever made your life worse since he came into it in the eyes as you pull Pope's gun from under the covers. You point it straight at his face.
He gives you that shit eating grin. That pretty boy bullshit smile. He thinks he can get away with this. But he can't. He won't.
And you pull the trigger.
You don't expect it to be so loud. Your neighbours definitely heard. You don't expect the blood spray either. It's messy. But you had no choice. You couldn't fight him hand to hand.
You get out of bed, wiping down the gun with your nightie and immediately getting in the shower. You wash off all evidence of Baz from you and change into Pope's t-shirt and a pair of shorts. You drive to the bar you know the Cody brothers are at. You smile at the patrons and pat your stomach.
But when Pope sees you, he knows something is wrong. He soothes you, tells you that you did everything right. Deran and Craig stand behind him as they look at their older brother's now dead body. You know they all loved him. But he was a monster.
"I took Lena's father away," you whisper. "But he was gonna kill me. He was gonna kill us."
Pope presses a hand to your stomach.
"Take her somewhere," he tells Deran. "We need to clean this up."
Deran brings you to his place, to his boyfriend (although you have to pretend he's just a friend), Adrian. He tells him that someone tried to break in and you're freaked out.
"Why not bring her to Smurf?" Adrian asks as you sit looking at the blank wall.
Deran just shakes his head before leaving.
You don't know when Pope comes to get you. But you go home with him. He gets you into the bath, soothing out your muscles.
"I've never done that before," you finally confess.
"And you won't have to do it again, baby," he promises as he massages your neck.
"We're gonna go. We're gonna leave Oceanside. Craig went to Baz's place and found where he's stashed Smurf's money. We're gonna take our share and go. With Lena," he promises.
"She won't let us," you respond.
Pope presses kisses into your hair.
"She doesn't have a choice," he responds gently.
Smurf believes Pope when he tells her that Baz has run off to Mexico.
"And left Lena?" she tuts and shakes her head. "Typical."
She knew it was his plan so why would she look into it any further? What she doesn't expect however, is less than a month later is to wake up and find Lena's bedroom empty.
She rushes to call you. But the phoneline is disconnected. Pope's is too. She calls Deran and Craig who shrug. They don't know where you've gone.
And while they know that you were leaving. Helped you get everything in order, you never told them where you were going.
"Where are we going, Uncle Pope?" Lena asks from the backseat of a car you jacked.
"Somewhere safe," is all he responds, as he rests his hand on your blossoming stomach.
a/n: thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed! any and all feedback appreciated. requests open
There are two camps of people in the Pitt. Those who know Emma and Brendon are happening and those who donโt.
For those who are in the second group, itโs always jarring the first time they see the mean scary ortho surgeon stalk across the ER to the sweet baby faced angel nurse.
And then, as they brace for impact or volume, they watch him smile charmingly, lean into her space and talk to her for a few minutes, punctuated by a soft kiss.
Iโve always had this head canon that heโs a bit of a guard dog boyfriend. So my request is Park the Shark and younger nurse reader have been secretly dating for a bit. They keep things professional at work but he decides to bring her around his med school ortho friends to introduce her. Immediately they start playfully flirting with her and he gets protective and possessive. They start teasing him and telling him things like โif I had her in my OR I wouldnโt get any work done I dont know how you do it.โ She notices that heโs a bit tense and tries to get him to calm down a bit. However he has the satisfaction in knowing he gets to have a pretty young thing like her to take home while they can just look but not touch ;)
You watch your reflection closely in the mirror as you apply one last coat of mascara.
Tonight there was a reunion event for Brendonโs graduating class from medical school.ย
You had seen the invitation in the mail and insisted he go and see some familiar faces. And also throw around some bragging rights as the one of the east coastโs top orthopedic surgeons.
After some top tier convincing, he finally agreed but only if you went with him. Now it was you who had to be convinced.
Brendon watches you get ready from the doorway of the bathroom. If he could stare at you all day long he would.
When he met you, you were the fresh faced nurse starting out in the pitt.
It only took him overhearing you talk about your interest in orthopedics once for him to fight day shift tooth and nail for you.
With a promise to Robby that he would watch out for you, you were moved to orthopedics.
You were brilliant and young, eight years younger than him and completely out of his league.
You still were out of his league now.
Yet as soon as he asked you out for the first time back then, you immediately said yes.
He often worried with the age gap people would have things to say. That those words would drive you to be with someone closer to your age.
Even though you always reassured him that would never be the case, you both agreed to keep things under wraps at work and discreetly out in public.
You never minded, only wanting to ease his mind. Youโd do anything for him
Brendon was glad to have you on his arm tonight but he still worried just a tad that youโd catch the eye of someone who may try to steal you away.
โ-
You and Brendon walk into the event room, your hand holding onto his bicep.
โWow..โ you say looking around at the beauty and decor of the room โitโs gorgeous in here.โ
Brendonโs gaze lingers on you as you admire the space โYeah, sure is.โ
You turn your head and catch him staring, rolling your eyes with a smile.
He chuckles at your reaction as you both make your way to the bar.
โHey! Look who it is! If it isnโt Park!โ
The voice makes you both turn your heads.
To the right of the bar in a seating area towards the back are a few guys, all smiles as they wave in your direction.
Brendon waves back as he leans close to you.
โSome guys I studied and hung out with most of the time in med school.โ he whispers
He gently leads you towards them.
A taller guy greets you guys first when you get closer.
โWell well well if it isnโt Pennsylvaniaโs most sought after ortho surgeonโ he smiles and then his gaze turns to you.
โWell hello there, and you are?โ
You smile politely and introduce yourself.
โYou a doctor too, sweet stuff?โย
Brendonโs hackles go up at the flirtatious tone and pet name.
โNo, Iโm a nurse for orthopedics at ptmc with Brendon.โ you share
The guy briefly glances at you and Brendon and notices your intertwined hands.
A giant smirk works its way on his face.
โOhhh shit! Guys!โ he grabs the attention of the other men sitting close โOur buddy here brought his O.R. nurse and girlfriend!โ
Your face warms in slight embarrassment from the attention as all the men start whistling and yelling at the introduction.
Brendonโs hand moves from yours to your waist, pulling you close.
A waiter walks by and offers you both drinks.
Thank god.
You both needed one.
Brendon grabs a whiskey and you grab a wine glass.
The friend closest to you guys beckons you over to sit.
Casual conversation flows and Brendon adds in here and there, glad that the attention is off of you.
Or so he thought.
Brendon glances around the group subtly and notices a few of the guys eyeing you and looking you up and down, not so subtly.
His jaw clenches at how they unashamedly stare and gawk at you.
โHey baby,โ he whispers to you โcould you grab me another drink? Maybe a snack we can split?โ
You smile at him and kiss his cheek quickly.
โYeah of course. Be right back, baby.โ
He watches you as you walk off and turns back to the guys and sees theyโre also watching you walk away.
โYo Park, your girl is fine as fuckโ one guy says with his eyes still on you in the distance.
Brendonโs composure is slowly crumbling.
โYeah,โ another guy chimes in โif I had her in my O.R.? Shit, not a damn thing would be getting done except for her.โ
The man breaks into a fit of laughter as the other guys high five him and agree.
Brendon frowns at the jokes being made, gripping his thigh hard to keep from decking the men.
He doesnโt like the idea of anyone else having you.ย
You're his.
โ--
On the other side of the room you're grabbing new drinks.
Itโs like you can feel his brooding attitude from across the room.
You turn to look for him and you see the irritation clear across his face as he swirls the whiskey around in his cup.
After the bartender hands you the drinks you make your way back to him.
His buddies quickly glance at you as you walk past, not being discreet enough with their comments about you.
โFuck, the things Iโd do if I had her.โ
โShe could have anyone and she chooses old man over here.โ
โI bet he had to pay her to be here. No way sheโs actually dating him.โ
The smiling assholes arenโt subtle when they say it and itโs clear that Brendon hears it too when his frown gets even worse.
Luckily you can squash the talk and reassure Brendon all at once.
Brendon is sitting on a leather couch. So you place your left leg between his and then place your right knee on the cushion on the outside of his leg.
The placement has you practically straddling his thigh with your dress riding up dangerously high.
Brendon must notice because his hands grab your ass and hold you closer to him, shielding whatโs only his to see.
โHey babyโ you greet him sweetly.
He gives you a โheyโ, frown still in place.
You lean in closer so your mouth is right by his ear.
โI know what theyโre saying, Bren. You also know that none of it is true. As far as Iโm concerned,โ you whisper โtheyโre not the ones who get me in their O.R. every day. You do.โ
Your hand makes its way to the back of his head where you lightly scratch through his hair.
A weakness of his.
โTheyโre also not the ones who are gonna get to fuck me at the end of the night. You are. So, how about you turn that frown upside down and we go home to our own party?โ
You hear his breath hitch at your words and a slight groan escapes him.
โY-Yeah. Yeah letโs fucking do thatโ he grits out โBut can we wait a few minutes?โ
Your eyebrows furrow at the question.
โI mean yeah but wh-โย
Your words are cut off as he pulls you flush against him.ย
More so against his hard cock.
โAaah okay babyโ you laugh a little.
โThanks sweetheart.โ he groans as he leans his head back against the couch.
โ-
Unbeknownst to you both, your audience had watched the interaction with rapt attention.
Eventually they all had silently slipped away to collect themselves and let their jealousy spill over elsewhere.
You made it clear you were Brendonโs and they had finally gotten the message.
Pope Cody reassures himself that you love him in a way that works for him. wc 800+
You have been dating Pope for a few months, almost half a year now actually. Yet, Pope still struggles to believe the absolute fact that such a gorgeous and amazing girl loves him with all her heart and soul.
He can't really figure out what you see in him, no matter how many times you've told and shown how much you love himโhe is still unconvinced that he's worthy of your heart.
But somehow, Pope has found a way to reassure himself that you do.
It just came up out of the blue when he's sitting up on your shared bed, his hands wrapped on the sides of your waist, guiding your body to swallow every inch of his cock in your pussy.
You're in absolute bliss, bouncing on his hard length, the stress from your workplace and the fact that you're pent-up both fueling your thighs and legs to keep going.
"Fuuuuck, Andrew," you whine, your nails digging on his shoulders, holding onto him for your dear life as you lose yourself on his girthy length that never fails to give you the best orgasms.
No matter how many times Andrew has seen you like this, he can never get enough of it. He fucking loves watching you all dazed and fucked out of your mind as you practically take out your work frustrations on his cock.
You slow down your pace once you start getting tired of bouncing. You start to grind on his lap, rubbing your clit on his pelvis with juuust the right pressure and speed.
"Feel good, baby? You needed this after a hard day at work, didn't you?" Andrew coos, detaching his hand from your waist to cup your cheek, rubbing the pad of his thumb on your soft skin.
You whine and nod, unable to talk coherently from how full you are. You press your tits on his hard chest, desperate to feel his warm skin on yours.
Andrew curses under his breath when your cunt suddenly constricts his dick. He knows your body so well, that only meant that you're getting pretty close.
"You love me right?" he asks gruffly, his eyes now fixed on your fucked out face.
"Mhmmโฆ of course I do," you manage to reply out of your hazy state.
This is probably the first time you hear him ask that, so of course you're more than happy to tell him you do so.
"If you love me, then you'll cum for me right baby?"
You focus your eyes on him, catching the glint in his eye. Before you can even reply, he tightens his grip on your waist, and his other hand now on your hips as he starts to pound you from below.
A startled gasp escapes your lips, surprised by the sudden aggression of your boyfriend's hips. But you're not complaining.
"Come on, I need to know if you really love me," he says softly, almost pleading, but his thrusts are menacingly relentless.
"But I do love you," you pout. Your mind is all fuzzy as you cradle his face between your soft hands. He's so adorable with his flushed cheeks and and parted lips, his heavy breathing matching yours.
"I'll only believe you do when you cum," he murmurs.
"Andyโ"
Pope cuts you off with a sharp thrust.
"Cum for me if you love me, sweetheart," he repeats, kissing your cheek as he continues to ram inside you.
Pope really needs to see it, to feel it. He's just as desperate to see if you really love him as much as he wants you to cum on his cock. He needs to feel from your pussy how much of you is his, and how much of you loves the entirety of him.
"Fuck baby, I'm really closeโ" you whimper, your legs now feel like jelly as you feel yourself getting closer and closer.
"I need to know if my girl loves me," he breathes against your cheek.
It didn't take you to long to cum, your gummy walls clenching around his cock as you whimper his name into his neck, biting it to ground yourself.
Pope hisses, but lets you bite into him as it grounds him too, relishing the feeling of your teeth sinking in his skin while also helping him not lose his mind as your pussy pulses around him.
Once you ride out your high, Pope holds the side of your neck to make you look at him, placing his lips on yours and kissing you gently, something he never forgets to do after making you cum.
"You okay?" he asks against your lips.
You nod, "Yeah."
"I love you."
"I love you too, Andrew," you reply so sweetly and naturally.
He grins at your response, as if your words ignited something in him. He holds your waist tightly as he lays you down on the bed, flipping your position with his cock still inside of you.
He is now hovering you, his big arms on the sides of your head, looking down at you with eyes that already tells you he's not done with you yet.
"Oh baby, you have to show me again and again if you really do."
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a/n: mhmm yes i miss pope! also i wanna get better at writing smut so expect me publishing blurbs from time to time xd
andrew cody who genuinely canโt leave you alone once he realizes youโre ovulating (this is self-indulgent im so sorry.) nsfw
it felt like the world was collapsing, all you could feel was andrewโs tongue lapping at you like he was deprived of water for days. Youโre not thinking at allโ heโs pulling orgasm after orgasm out of you and god, every time you feel like youโre ascending.
his nose prodding against your clit, tongue sliding in โn out and then licking a fat stripe up your cunt. Itโs a never ending cycle. youโre holding onto the bed frame for dear life while he holds you against his face. Heโs rutting up into the air, chasing relief so desperately. His tip is an angry red, cock throbbing but heโs not nearly as focused on that as he is on the scent of you.
your thighs wrapped tightly around his head, suffocating him almost but he doesnโt mind it, infact he seems to fuckinโ love it.
heโs so obsessed with your scentโฆ especially how your panties smell after a particularly hot day outside. but nothing compares to when youโre ovulating, when youโre at his favorite time of the month. Fuck, he could die a happy man between your legs.
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