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SHAWN HATOSY as TITUS DANFORTH Ready or Not 2: Here I Come (2026)

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Andrew ”Pope” Cody⋆˚𖤓˖°
Summary: Not because he acts the way he is, doesn't mean he can't be gentle. After a violent job, he came to you without questions asked because he knew you needed him as much as he needs you.
Warnings: Fluff, pet names, slight angst, violence (not towards the reader), no use of Yn.
Pairings: Andrew ”Pope” Cody x Reader
The lights flickered as you read quietly in your room, flipping through the pages of the book. The quiet in your room feels familiar, almost comforting in the way it wraps around you like a soft blanket. The afternoon light slips through your curtains in thin golden lines, settling over your bed where you sit cross-legged, a book resting loosely in your hands.
You’ve been on the same page for a while now, though you wouldn’t really call it reading anymore. Your eyes move, sure, drifting from one line to the next, but the words don’t quite stay long enough to mean anything. It’s more like scanning, letting the rhythm of it calm you while your thoughts wander somewhere else entirely.
You barely notice the soft creak of your door. It’s subtle, almost careful, like whoever opened it didn’t want to disturb the stillness. And you don’t notice, not at first. Not until there’s a shift in the air, a presence that wasn’t there a second ago. Then suddenly, you flinched.
Your shoulders tense, your grip tightening slightly on the paper as you look up, startled, your heart jumping before your mind catches up. Standing there, just a few steps into your room, is Pope.
“Andy—” you exhale, half a breath, half a soft complaint, your brows pulling together. “You scared me.”
He doesn’t answer right away. He rarely does, not immediately. Instead, he just looks at you, quiet and steady, like he’s been watching for a moment longer than you realized.
There’s something about him that always feels grounded, solid like he carries a weight most people don’t see, something rough around the edges. But right now, standing there in your doorway, there’s nothing sharp about him. Just calm. Just you.
“Sorry.” He says finally, his voice low, a little rough but softer than usual.
You huff a small breath, not really annoyed, just still settling from the surprise. “You could knock, you know.” You offered him a gentle smile.
A faint hint of a smile touches his lips, barely there. “You didn’t look like you’d hear it.”
You glance down at the paper in your hands, then back at him, and he’s already moving closer. Slow. Unhurried. Like he belongs there, like he’s done this a hundred times before and maybe he has. The mattress dips slightly as he sits beside you, close enough that you can feel the warmth of him, the quiet presence that always seems to fill the space around him.
You expect him to say something else. He didn't. Instead, he shifts, turning just enough before gently lowering himself until his head rests on your lap. You froze, but not from surprise this time. It’s softer than that. “…Andy?” you murmur, your voice quieter now, almost careful.
He lets out a slow breath, one arm resting across his stomach while the other hangs loosely at his side. His eyes close like it’s the most natural thing in the world, like this being here, with you, is the only place he needs to be.
“Just… stay,” he says. That’s all, and somehow, it’s enough.
You look down at him, really look this time. The same person who walks through the world with a kind of quiet toughness, who carries himself like nothing can shake him, is now resting his head on your lap like he trusts you with something unspoken. There’s a softness here he doesn’t show anyone else, something unguarded that only exists in moments like this.
Your book is still open in your hands, but it feels irrelevant now. Your eyes drift over the page again out of habit, though the words blur even more than before. You’re not reading. Not really.
Your focus keeps slipping back to him the steady rise and fall of his breathing, the way his expression has eased into something calm, something peaceful. Almost without thinking, your fingers move. They hover for a second before gently slipping into his hair.
His curls are soft, softer than anyone would expect. You thread your fingers through them carefully at first, then a little more confidently when he doesn’t move away. If anything, he leans into it, just slightly, a quiet response that makes something warm settle in your chest.
”You’re tired,” you say softly. He hums in response, not quite a yes, not quite a no. “Long day?” you ask.
“…Something like that.” Pope replied quietly, his hand reaching out to hold yours.
You don’t push. You’ve learned not to. Andrew doesn’t always say everything out loud, but he doesn’t need to not when he’s like this. Not when he comes to you and just… rests.
Your fingers continue moving through his hair, slow and gentle, tracing the same paths over and over again. There’s something soothing about it, not just for him, but for you too. The quiet stretches between you, but it’s not empty. It’s full of something steady, something safe.
“You’re not even reading anymore.” He mused after a while, his voice softer now, edged with sleep.
You glance down at the page again, a small smile forming. “I noticed. I’ve been on the same paragraph for… I don’t even know how long.”
“That bad, huh?” He chuckles softly, looking up at you.
“Yeah." You whisper, your fingers still combing through his curls. “Guess I got distracted.”
There’s the faintest hint of a smile on his face, barely visible but there. "By what?"
You smirked, looking down at him. "You." You said before snickering.
“Oh, yeah, Baby?" Pope grinned at you, showing his teeth that you really adore.
You shake your head lightly, amused, but your hand never stops moving. He’s quiet again after that, his breathing evening out, his body relaxing more fully against you. For someone who feels so strong, so unshakable most of the time, he looks almost fragile like this.
You close your book slowly, setting it aside without much thought. It doesn’t matter anymore. Your attention is here. With him. You glance down once more, your fingers slowing slightly as they rest against his hair. “You know.” You murmur, your voice barely above a whisper. “You could’ve just said you wanted attention.”
He doesn’t open his eyes. ”Didn’t need to.” He replies quietly.
"Oh, yeah? And why is that, hm?" You replied, a grin irking on your face. He snorted out in response, not daring to say another word.
So you stay like that, your hand gently moving through his soft curls, the quiet of your room wrapping around both of you, no longer just yours but shared that is something warmer, something fuller. And for once, the silence doesn’t drift.
The First Time
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Andrew 'Pope' Cody X Reader
Summary; You and your boyfriend, Andrew 'Pope' Cody have sex for the first time, he gets a little carried away :)
Warnings; 21+, fingering, heavy petting, unprotected piv, rough sex, choking/headlock, dirty talk, pet names, possessive!Pope, girlfriend!reader
Word Count; 4.1k, not proofread
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You and Pope have been going for just over two months now and you're head over heals for him. He's quiet and a little awkward but he fascinates you. He's sweet, tender and almost never sleeps. Smurf tells you not to worry about it, that's just how he is. Sometimes though, when he's had a rough day, he'll lay in your lap and doze off for an hour or so.
You never feel more special than in those brief moments.
The two of you have had moments where tensions are high, he kisses you when he drops you off at your place, sometimes he even blushes but he never makes the first move. He never comes inside or deepens your kiss. Which you've been okay with, you understand maybe he needs some warming up to you. Especially since he's only been out of prison a few months longer than you've been together.
You thought maybe he'd take you the night he came clean about his wrap sheet; you told him you didn't care and he was surprised, you kissed - a lot. And then he got called away for some family thing. You've just been patiently waiting for it.
Sometimes you wonder if he truly likes you or is interested in dating you. The one time you brought it up you were honest with Pope, you told him you weren't sure of his feelings for you and maybe you should see other people.
Pope simply said, "I'll kill him." with a straight face and twitching lips.
"Who?" You had asked, taken aback and a little startled.
"Whoever 'other people' is." He had stated with furrowed brows, "I won't see anyone else." He continued, standing extra close to you so you'd realize and pull him into a hug.
"So - you do like me?" You asked to clarify, blushing some as you reached for him.
"Of course, I do. You - You're my girlfriend." He had gotten a little unsure when he said the girlfriend part after hearing your suggestion. So, you wrapped him up in a tight hug and hesitated to bring it up again.
Until today.
Shower Sex | Jack Abbot x fem! Reader smut
✰summary: Comfort shower bench sex with Jack after an emotionally taxing night shift at the Pitt.
✰wc: 1.5k✰
✰a/n: shower sex with jack thats the premise. but i really wanted to write him using mobility aids, like a custom wheelchair and a shower bench for disability pride month. because way too many fics exclude the fact that Jack is disabled. and because i read one too many shower sex fic where Jack was standing so I wrote this :) ✰ (i know thats andy just ignore it lol).
✰ warnings: shower sex. mention of/alluding to an age gap ✰
Jack unlocks his door and opens it for you to walk through first. It wasn't the first time you've been in Abbot's house or the first time you've stayed the night/morning with him. Over the course of your relationship, his house had become a second home. As you enter through the front door, his hand brushes against your lower back as he walks past you and towards his living room.
"I think there's leftovers in the fridge you can help yourself to." He tells you as he sits on his couch, taking off his prosthetic.
You appreciate it, but food is the last thing on your mind. The adrenaline that carried you through the last 3 hours of your shift had dissolved and left you with exhaustion, and the only thing that is on your mind is a hot shower.

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CONFESSED FEELINGS
Pairing: Robby Robinavitch X fem!reader
Word Count: 5.981
Summary: The end of the day shift surprised you with a flat tire. Dr. Robby, your attending who you knew for sure hated you, offered you a ride home, and that led to some confessed feelings. You gave him an ultimatum… will he make the right decision?
Warnings/Content: NSFW, age gap, pet names, choking, fingering, oral sex (male receiving), cum denial, P in V, unprotected sex, creampie, aftercare (if I forgot anything, please, forgive me).
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It’s been a hell of a day.
It’s been a hell of a week.
Damn, it’s been a hell of a month.
The ED has been busier than ever. Gunshot wounds, car accidents, overdoses… you name it. And on top of that, there’s your attending, Dr. Robby, who apparently hates you more and more each day. Nothing that you do seems good enough for him. You can always do more, do better. In any other circumstances that would instigate you to bring your A game every time, but right now it’s only tiring you.
It is the end of the day shift. 12 hours of madness that finally comes to an end. It’s friday night and all you can think about it’s getting home, take a nice hot shower and sleep. That’s all you want. That’s all you need.
Packing your things, you say goodbye to everyone and head to the parking lot, where your car is parked, only to find out that you have a flat tire.
Great.
You curse yourself for not paying attention to when your dad taught you how to change a flat tire and right now you whished he was there to help you.
You considered calling him, but who were you kidding? You would most definitely not change a flat tire after a 12 hour shift.
You looked at it mad, but mostly tired.
“You need help?”
You heard a way too familiar voice behind you. Dr. Robby, your attending. The man you were trying to leave at the ED.
“Just a flat tire, that’s all… I’m calling AAA”
“They’ll take forever to get here… and forever to change that” He said, pointing his head to the flat tire, raising his eyebrows. “I’ll give you a ride home”.
Not let me give you a ride home or can I get you a ride home?
No.
I’ll give you a ride home.
Demanding as always, even outside his ED.
“I’d rather sleep in the parking lot” You whispered to yourself.
“Sorry?” Robby said behind you, smiling, pretending he didn’t hear that sassy comeback you just gave him.
“Nothing… just thinking out loud”
“So? Do you really prefer to spend your friday night watching AAA change your tire?”
You looked at your flat tire and heavy sighed. The Universe hated you.
“Fine” You turned around, finally looking at Robby after all this time.
You placed your backpack on your back and Robby already had a helmet on his hands. Adjusting it to your head, Robby watched you.
“Come here” He said.
Again. Not let me help you.
Come here.
You lowered your head and he helped you.
You were all set to go.
“What about yours?” You asked, referring to the helmet, but already knowing the answer.
“I don’t need one”
“Because you’re immortal, right?” You teased.
He laughed.
“And why do I?”
“Because I worry about the safety of my passengers”
Liar. Robby had no passengers. Ever. He decided to have his old helmet with him some time ago, in the hopes that maybe someday you would need a ride home. That day came and he would definitely make your safety his priority.
“But you don’t care about yours” You stated.
“Don’t worry about me”
“I do worry about you. If you die, who’s gonna write me a recommendation letter?” You smirked behind him, ready to occupy the place on his motorcycle that belonged only to you, even though you didn’t know that.
“Ouch” He half smiled.
That small, fleeting interaction hurt. This is what you two were like in the beginning, before everything changed. Before he changed. It felt distant, yet so familiar. Like it should always be this way.
You occupied your place behind Robby on his motorcycle, placing your hands on his side.
“I think you should hold on tighter” He said, turning his head to the right just slightly, looking at you from de corner of his eye.
You adjusted yourself, your chest now pressing against his back, arms across his stomach, chin almost pressing on his shoulder. You were so close now he could smell your sweet breath.
“Better?” You asked. And the sound of your voice so close to his right ear made him swallow. Hard.
“Yeah” He managed to say. Starting his motorcycle, he rode to where you told him your apartment was located.
You never rode a motorcycle before. Ever. The cold wind hitting your skin, the city noises… now you understood why Robby liked it so much. It felt like freedom. He didn’t ride too fast, not wanting to scare you or put you in any kind of dangerous situation. Still, the ride home was fast, way too fast for his liking at least. He could ride with you in his motorcycle for hours and not feel time passing by.
“Right there” You said, pointing to a small yellow building.
Robby stopped right in front of it and you got off his motorcycle. Taking off the helmet and swinging your hair, you handled it to him.
“Thank you for the ride home” You said while you gave him back his helmet.
“Sure” He said, holding it.
“Goodnight” You said and turned back to walk towards the door of your building. Robby replied a low “goodnight”, looking down at the helmet on his hands.
But something stopped you from going home. You stood still, and maybe you could blame it on the tiredness or the curiosity, even on the fact that you never got to be alone, really alone, with Robby outside PTMC, but the words were faster than your thoughts, and you asked the question you’ve always wanted to know the answer.
“Why do you hate me?” You asked, looking down, fumbling with your keys, your back towards him.
That question took Robby by surprise. He looked at you, standing in the middle of the sidewalk, asking him a question he was not ready to give the answer. Because the answer belonged to him, and him alone.
“Wanna ask that again now looking at me?” He questioned, head tilted to the side, eyebrows raised.
“No” You answered, a childlike answer, and that made Robby side smile.
“Okay” He stopped for a second, choosing his words very carefully. “I don’t hate you”.
“That’s what it looks like most of the time”.
“I know” He did know. Because that was a choice he made a year ago. “But I don’t”. He paused again. “Hate is easier…”
You stopped fumbling with your keys, no longer nervous about this conversation. Furrowing your brows, that sentence played again in your head. Hate is easier. Easier than what?
“What do you mean is easier?” You questioned it. “Easier than what?” You said, not fully turning around to look at him.
Then a thought crossed your mind. A thought that could not possibly be right. He was an older man, a wise one. Fuck, he was the smartest man you’ve ever met. He was serious in his decisions. He would not treat a matter this serious like a boy.
No.
Fuck.
“Robby?”
He didn’t answer what you already knew. You’re smart. He knew that once that thought crossed your mind you’d have figured it out. You’d see all the signs that were there all along.
“So you’d rather have me despising you than liking you?” You asked, now looking at him. He still had his helmet on both of his hands, looking down at it. His eyes never meeting yours.
No answer. You two stayed in silence, your question lost in the cold air.
“Am I fucked up?” He asked quietly.
“Wanna ask that again now looking at me?”
“No”
Again, the silence filled the space between you two. So many years lost because you two didn’t have this conversation before. You were so mad at him for this, and so mad at yourself for not realizing it sooner.
“I am not having this conversation in the middle of the street”
You stated, turning around and walking towards your door. Robby thought he understood the message, and straightened on his motorcycle to leave. Instead, you opened the door for him, waiting for him to follow you to your apartment. If he couldn’t handle this situation like an adult, you could.
“Come on”
Now was your turn to be demanding.
Robby thought for a little too long. This was everything he didn’t want it to happen. Still, he decided to follow you to your apartment. The truth was already out there, and he knew you needed answers. Needed to have this conversation with him. You opened your door, taking off your shoes and placing them near the door. Robby followed right behind you and you closed the door. He took a quick look around your apartment. It was small, but cozy. It looked like you.
“You want something to drink? Coffee, water…?”
“I’m okay, thanks”
You went to the kitchen to have some water. The previous conversation left you with a lump in your throat, and you needed something to ease the nervousness in your heart. In the meantime, Robby took a look around your living room, your bookshelf and the amount of investigative books you had. That explained how you could see things in your work that no one else could. He smiled to himself at the thought of that.
“You know why I chose to do my residency at PTMC?” You asked, pouring yourself a glass of water while Robby waited in the middle of your living room, arms crossed. “Because of you”.
The statement took Robby by surprise. He thought he didn’t hear you correctly, shaking his head slightly and furrowing his brows.
“What do you mean?”
“Two years before I started my residency I went to the ED with my cousin. She had this constant abdominal pain and had seen way too many doctors, who never got the right diagnosis. And most of them belittled her pain every time she crossed the door. Until one morning we went out for breakfast and she felt this excruciating pain. All I could think of was finding the nearest ER to take her. That was PTMC. The day shift. Your shift. Soon enough she became your patient, and even though you had to assist so many others, you took your time to listen to her. To actually listen to her pain and try to understand what it was. Eventually, you found out what she had and now she lives a life with quality. It was your thoughtfulness amongst the chaos of that ED that made me decide to do my residency in emergency medicine, at PTMC, with you as my attending. When I got the chance two years later, the only thing I did was search if you were still working there. You were. And a couple of months later I was your resident”
“Why you never mentioned this?”
“I didn’t want you to know. I didn’t know if you would treat me better for knowing it or worse because you thought that I thought I would have any advantage. In the end, the truth is I didn’t want any special treatment coming from you. I wanted you to teach me how to be better every day. And you did… in the first year. Then, out of nowhere, you suddenly changed. And I thought I had done something wrong. I went through all of the cases we worked together to see if I could figure it out what I did wrong but I realized that I didn’t do anything wrong. And I just couldn’t understand why you completely changed”
“It wasn’t out of nowhere”
He said, voice low, almost as if he was confessing a secret. Robby kept that within him for too long. And he would have kept it there, hidden forever, if this conversation never happened. But right now the topic was out there, and you had been nothing but honest with him about your thoughts and feelings, how he made you feel in those two years, that he felt like he owned you the truth.
“We were invincible in that ED. I never had a resident like you before. We had the same line of thought, principles, anticipated each other’s actions… and that felt incredible in the first year”
He stopped for a moment, putting together the right words for you.
“Then, every time I crossed those doors it was you who I looked forward to seeing first in the morning. If I was revising a chart and you came near me it was your scent that intoxicated my mind and stayed with me the whole day. If you came near me my heart would beat so fast like I was a fucking teenager with a crush”. He laughed, shaking his head.
“You robbed my heart and my mind. They were both filled with you all day, every day. And I knew I was fucked. This couldn’t happen. At all. I was your attending and you were my resident. I was supposed to be your mentor. So I knew I had to create this distance between us, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to concentrate on doing my work. You just wouldn’t leave my mind”
He said, pointing his index finger to his head.
“And yes, in my head I thought that it would be better if you disliked me. Because the other option could not happen”
You were silent, processing all the words he had just said to you.
“So instead of having a conversation like an adult you simply chose to act like a boy and push me away”
“I knew that if we talked about it there was a chance you felt the same way”
“And was that a bad thing? A feeling that was mutual?”
“A feeling that could not happen, Y/N!” He raised his voice, trying to make you understand. “I’m sorry” He apologized for the elevated tone.
“And why is that?”
“Because I’m your attending. I’m…”
“Finish it. I want to know why you think this couldn’t happen”
“You’re young. You have your whole life ahead of you. A brilliant career to build. There’s no place in your life for an old man with so much damaged baggage”
You were in disbelief. He made a decision for the both of you based on his personal assumptions.
“That was my decision to make. My life. I was supposed to choose what I wanted or not. Who I wanted or not”
You walked to the center of your living room, now facing him directly.
“And we’ve lost two years because of a decision you made. Alone. That was my decision too. And you took that choice away from me”
“Because I know what you would’ve chosen”
“And what was that?”
“This. Us. You would’ve chosen us”
“Wouldn’t you?” You gave him a questioned look.
“I can’t”
“You can’t or you don’t want to?”
“I can’t”
The room went quiet, both of you still processing everything that was said tonight. All the feelings that were confessed after all these years. You decided to talk after a moment to end this topic once and for all. Too much time had been lost already, and you would try it for the last time.
“Well, this is my apartment, not your ED. In here you’re not my attending and I’m not your resident. I can do whatever I want. And right now I want a shower. A really hot shower”
“Okay” He said, lowly.
”And this is your last chance to make the right decision. After this, there are no second chances” You stated, firmly.
You turned around, walking towards your bedroom, taking off your shirt, tossing it in the living room, your bare back facing Robby. He turned his head away, not sure if he was allowed to see that. Then, he looked again, and you were taking off your scrub pants, staying only in your black underwear. You turned on the bathroom lights, and Robby could hear the water running. The right thing to do was leave. But he understood that if he did that, this was over, even before it ever started.
The hot water burnt your skin in the most relaxing way. After all that had happened in the last few months and after this raw and honest conversation with Robby, that was all you needed. To relax. Still, even with the amazing feeling the hot shower was giving to you, you couldn’t help but be nervous. You gave him an ultimatum, and you hoped he had understood. I mean, the man is smart. There’s no way he wouldn’t understand that. Right?
Right?
If he was so smart, why there was no sign of him? Anywhere.
The minutes had passed and you started to understand the situation you were in: a man, that you liked and that liked you back, couldn’t jump into this… whatever this was. He left. You were certain of it. And you swore to yourself that this was the end of it.
Resting your head on your bathroom wall, you let the hot water run on the back of your neck to ease your thoughts. Then, you felt a presence behind you, and you straightened yourself. It was him. He stayed.
“Finally making the right decision” You said, your back facing him.
“I don’t know if it’s the right decision, but it’s what I want right now”
“That’s good enough for me. You?”
“Yeah, me too”
And with that there was no more holding back coming from Robby. He crossed a line he had never allowed himself to before, but your goddamn being was too fucking intoxicating for him. And since he was in a zone he should not be, he most definitely would enjoy every fucking minute of it.
He ran his long fingers through your hair, dragging back the strands close to the hairline, making you slightly jump out of surprise. Grabbing a fistful, he saw you hair clip close, so he fixed your hair up high, giving him full access to the back of your neck.
“What are you doing, Robby?” You asked, barely audible.
“You wanted a hot shower, so I’m gonna give it to you”
He placed his left hand there and your neck felt so small is his big hand, his fingers coming to rest in your throat. Then, bringing his lips close to your right ear, he whispered: “a very hot one”.
His first choice for your bath was your bath soap. Opening up, he put some of it on your back and immediately inhaled deeply, absorbing the soft floral sent coming from your back.
“So this is where your scent comes from” He said, running his hand along your back. “The scent that can’t leave my fucking head all day” He whispered, tracing his right hand all the way down to the small of your back, coming upfront to your stomach.
“Now relax for me, baby. Let me take care of you” He said, voice low, biting softly the skin of your neck, his beard touching your skin and sending shivers all over your body, your nipples perking.
Out of instinct, you threw your head back and pushed your back towards him, pressing it against his wet and broad chest, feeling him. You could hear a low groan leaving his lips and he brought you even closer, as if you weren’t close enough. Turning your head slightly to the right, he met you halfway and your lips were so close, barely touching. He looked at them, then deep into your eyes, maybe to see if there was any sign of regret in them. There wasn’t. Then he kissed you. Slow at first, still hesitant.
You knew his moral compass was going insane inside his head. You also knew that he was fighting with everything he had to avoid listening to that voice inside his head telling him to stop and get the fuck out of there before things went further and there was no turning back. But that’s what Robby wanted. That’s what’s been inside Robby’s mind since the switch flicked inside his heart. He wanted this. He wanted you. Oh, and he wanted to go so much further than this.
You tasted delicious on his lips, even better than what he thought you would, and your silky skin under his rough and callous palm made his cock throb. You could feel him pressed against your ass, and this whole scenario, that you fantasized so many times before, happening right now, made you drip. The kiss was slow, hot, sexy, like he was trying to savor every second of it, but you needed more. You ached for more, so you bit his bottom lip and in return his left hand, which was previously splattered on your bathroom wall, steading you both, was now around your neck, holding you still, so he could deepen the kiss. Catching your breath, you threw your head back and rested it on his shoulder.
“What do you want?” He asked, looking at you breathless, your eyes closed.
“You know what I want” You said.
“No, I don’t. Can’t know unless you tell me”
You opened your eyes and looked at him.
“Tell me what you want. I wanna hear those filthy words leaving your pretty mouth” He said, looking at your swollen lips.
“I want you”
“You already have me. I’m right here”
“I want you” You emphasized, and instantly arched your back, rubbing yourself against him.
“Gotta be more specific, baby. Tell me. I wanna hear it” He said, his voice low.
“I want you inside of me, Robby” You were so desperate, it was ridiculous.
He smirked, absolutely loving to have you melting under his touch.
Running his fingers from your stomach down between your thighs, he slipped two fingers inside of you, his left hand still around your neck, holding your head still so you could face him.
You closed your eyes immediately, a moan escaping from your lips. The feeling of his long fingers inside of you making you go insane.
“Told you to be specific. If you’re not going to be then I’ll choose what I put inside of you” He said, slowly working his fingers in and out of you.
“This is so fucking hot, Robby” You said breathlessly and he smiled.
“Good. I want you to feel good, sweetheart. I’m I making you feel good?”
“Mhmmm… so good” You barely said.
While your left hand was onto Robby’s around your neck, holding you steady, your right hand chased what you’ve been craving for all along. Once you wrapped your hand around Robby’s cock, you felt him twitch in your hand.
“Not yet, baby. Don’t worry. You’ll get my cock later. But first, I need to prepare you… otherwise you won’t be able to take it”
You whined, being denied the thing you wanted the most.
“So impatient for my cock” He teased.
“Two years of foreplay? Yeah, I’m impatient” He half smiled at your answer.
“Oh, I know you’re gonna take care of me later, baby. But right now it’s you. You first” His mouth was inches from your ear again, and you could feel his hot breath while he whispered.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby. I wanna go deeper”
The words he was saying to you were intoxicating. You could feel that hot sensation building inside of you and you knew you wouldn’t last long. You were close and Robby could feel it around his fingers.
“I’m gonna add another finger. Okay, baby? I have to. Think you can take it?”
“Mhmmm” By this time you couldn’t form complete sentences anymore. It was all too much, and all you could do was feel.
He inserted the third finger, and you felt so full a moan escaped your lips.
“That’s my girl. I knew you could take it”
“I’m so close, Robby!” You said, panting while he worked his fingers even faster at the idea of you coming on it.
“I know, I know. I can feel you. I got you…You’re gonna come at least twice tonight”
He worked his three fingers faster and deeper every time, your legs shaking.
“Robby, I…”
And then he stopped.
What the fuck?
“No! No, Robby, please… Please, don’t stop!”
No words came out from his mouth. He was close to you, his hot breath on your right cheek, pulling out his fingers painfully slow.
“What happened to coming at least twice tonight?” You whined and that got a genuine laugh out of Robby.
What a delicious sound.
He didn’t smile much in the ED, let alone real laughter. That was new to you and you were already hungry for more of this new Robby… easy going, light and fucking hot.
“Don’t worry… I’m a man of my word. But I wanna move this to the bed so I can get a better look at you. Is that okay?”
“Yeah” You said, smiling. Going to bed did sound good.
You stepped out of the shower first and he followed you, turning off the water. You grabbed your towel to dry off and then wrapped it around Robby, so you two were connected again. You smiled cheekily and he laughed while you dragged both of you backwards to your bedroom, his hands behind your back so you wouldn’t fall.
You stopped by the end of your bed, looking at him, towel still around the both of you.
“I want something”
“Anything for you”
You stopped for a moment, looking deep into his eyes, his pupils dilated with desire, and you chose your words very carefully, because you wanted them to have the same effect on him than his words had on you.
“You have no idea how many times I laid on this bed and touched myself thinking about having your cock in my mouth”
He inhaled.
Sharply.
Fuck, you could feel him getting even harder under the towel, his cock resting on your belly.
“Can I?”
He looked at your big and pleading eyes, then at your swollen lips, and the thought of them wrapped around him was like a dream come true.
“No… not yet”
That took you by surprise.
“Tell me more about these thoughts you had”
You smirked at how this conversation was going. You knew what he wanted and you were ready to give it to him.
“Every time you got angry or yelled at someone at work I thought about telling you to take it out on me right there”
“So basically you spent the whole day thinking about having my cock in your mouth… because I do yell a lot” He said, tracing your lips with his thumb.
“Basically” You smiled.
“What a naughty resident you are… thinking about my cock instead of your patients”
He smirked, biting his bottom lip with desire.
“Go on then. Get on your knees and take what you want”
You dropped the towel and it hit the floor. Taking off your hair clip you got on your knees, never breaking the eye contact with Robby. You kissed his tip and he immediately rested his right hand on your hair. Grabbing the tip, you coated your lips with the pre cum that was dripping from it, taking it all the way down your throat without giving Robby a moment to slowly feel your mouth around him, just like he did with his fingers. He grabbed your hair tighter, and a moan escaped both of your lips. You fastened you pace, bobbing your head up and down, saliva dripping from your chin and Robby thought that never, not even once, his imagination was better than what he was seeing.
You could feel him twitch in your mouth. He was close.
“That’s enough, baby. Get up” He said, breathlessly.
“But I’m not done yet” You said, big eyes looking at him, begging him for his cum down your throat.
Fuck, Robby thought.
“Yeah, you are, sweetheart. Because if you don’t stop I’m gonna come, and I wanna come inside of you”
You smirked and got up, laying on the bed. Robby grabbed your legs and pulled you to the end of the bed, so your legs were hanging. He was standing up between your legs and he grabbed a pillow, placing it under your head so you’d be more comfortable.
“Open your legs for me so I can look at you”
You did as you were told and the exposure caused your cheeks to burn.
“So perfect” He said, mesmerized by you. “Tell me how you’d like me to fuck you”
“Raw… hard… deep” You said every word slowly, looking deep into his eyes.
“Fuck, baby. So you like it rough, huh?”
“Only with you”
“You got it”
He spat on your clit and rubbed his tip along it, and that sight and the feeling of him on your sensitive bud was enough to make your eyes roll. He coated himself with it and then pushed himself inside of you, feeling your walls already clenching around him.
“Fuck, sweetheart. You’re so tight”
“Robby, I’m not gonna last long…” You said, already feeling that hot sensation through your body with each trust.
“Good, I want you to come for me now. Go on, I got you” Each trust getting deeper and harder exactly like you wanted it.
You could feel him, all of him buried inside of you and you were so, so close. He grabbed your left breast and squeezed it, twitching your nipple.
You grabbed his hand that was on your breast and dragged it all the way up to your throat, and with your hand wrapped around his you squeezed it, showing him what you needed. He understood and with each trust he squeezed your throat harder and harder, and you knew this was it.
“Robby, I’m gonna…” You closed your eyes and furrowed your brows, holding onto his biceps for dear life, as if you didn’t, you would be sucked out to a different dimension.
“Do it, baby. Do it. Let me make you mine” He said, trusting harder, hand around your neck. “Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see what you look like when you come” He said, looking deep in your eyes.
You came hard, walls clenching around him, vision all white and hot, and it took Robby every strength in his body not to come with you. The sight he had been granted was heavenly.
But he said you were coming at least twice tonight.
And he was a man of his word.
Once you came down from your high he pulled out without any warning, earning a whine out of you, your walls clenching around nothing.
“On your hands and knees, sweetheart”
You did as you were told, legs still shaking, barely able to hold yourself up. Robby helped and placed you right where he wanted. You rested your right cheek on the pillow, ass all the way up for him, already holding the sheets for balance.
He pushed himself inside of you again, and you were so sensitive… fuck.
His trusts never got slower, sloppier. If anything, they were getting deeper and harder.
In this new position he was even deeper inside of you. If that was even possible.
You were gonna come soon… again.
He placed his right hand on your hair, his left of your hip for balance as he trusted again, and again, and again…
“Fuck, baby. This is it. I’m gonna come. Tell me where you want it”
Funny, you thought. He said he wanted to come inside of you while you were sucking his cock, and now he was asking where you allowed him to. Fuck, Robby. Stop getting hotter.
“Inside, Robby. I want all of it”
He laughed, panting. That delicious genuine laugh again.
“Alright, baby. You got it. It’s all yours” He said, coming hard inside of you, his hands squeezing you hair and hip, his come leaking on the mattress. That triggered your own orgasm, as intense as the first one, and you two came together.
His chest collapsed on your back, but he was careful enough not rest all his weight on you.
After a few seconds, both of you laid on the bed, staying that way. Robby pulled you closer, his arm around you, your hand resting on his chest.
“You know…” You started, lowly. “When you said let me make you mine…”
“Yeah?” He raised his eyebrows, looking at you.
“I was already yours… all this time”
Robby smiled tenderly, holding you closer, giving you a light kiss on the lips.
Nothing could ever be better than this.
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Robby woke up to an empty bed.
You were nowhere to be seen and he missed the warmth of your body next to him.
He got up, and the smell of breakfast being cooked in the kitchen told him exactly where you were. He put on his black boxers and went after you.
You were wearing an old college shirt, hair up high, your back facing Robby. He came from behind, wrapping his arms around you, kissing the crook of your neck.
“Hey, you” You said, smiling.
“Good morning” He said, his bedroom voice sending shivers all over your body.
“I’m making breakfast. You hungry?”
“Starving, actually. It’s been a long night, you know” He teased.
“You don’t say” You smirked at his joke. “I went out and grabbed your coffee” You turned around, pointing at it in your kitchen countertop.
“You didn’t have to”
“It’s no problem, really” You gave him a quick kiss.
He untangled himself from you and grabbed it, taking a long sip to wake up.
You two stayed silent for a moment, and it was a nice and comfortable silence. Then you turned off the stove and turned around to look at him while he drank his coffee by the kitchen countertop.
“You can keep me a secret, you know? I won’t mind”
He stopped drinking, placing the cup on the countertop and looking at you, serious, his jaw clenching. At some point, you two would have to have this conversation.
“I just don’t want this to be a one night thing” You said, quietly, looking down at your feet.
“I don’t like this word” He said.
“What word?” You asked, now looking at him again.
“Secret. You’re not a woman to be kept a secret”
“But I know you can’t be public about this either. And I don’t wanna loose this, Robby. We already lost too much time”
He stopped for a minute, thinking of what he could do. This was exactly what he avoided all this time. But right now, just like you, he also could not stand the thought of losing this.
“Private, then” You said. “This could be a private relationship”
“Less worse than secret”
You smiled. Victory.
“Good. At work you’re my attending and I’m your resident. Here, we’re this” You said, wrapping your arms around him and kissing him.
“It won’t be for too long” He assured you.
“I know. Don’t worry, it’s okay” You kissed him again, reassuring him.
“God!” He threw his head back “How am I supposed to concentrate at work now knowing every time I yell you’ll think of sucking my cock?” He teased, looking down at you, voice low.
“Don’t worry… I’ll think of a few things to help you throughout the day” You winked, smiling back.
“You know what I really wanted right know?” He asked.
“What?” You said, arms around him, looking up to his eyes.
“A shower. Wanna join me?”
“Will it be as hot as yesterday’s?” You teased and he laughed.
“I’ll try my best”
“Then I can’t wait for a hot shower” You two smiled at each other.
And this, whatever this was, was just the beginning.
Jack abbot x nurse reader where he is with the swat team for a hostage situation (bank robbery idk) and has to help talk them through a procedure via radio/goes in to help and protects the reader from the danger
If I Were To Lose You
pairing: Jack Abbot x Nurse!Reader
word count: 3.4k
summary: What you thought was a regular morning turns into a attempted bank robbery with you caught in the crossfire.
warnings/content: depictions of gun violence, blood, highly inaccurate medical procedures, praise kink, woman on top, colleagues to lovers, competency kink
a/n: so this took much longer to write than I expected. I've missed posting sfm but I've been burnt out and struggling to stay motivated with what little free time I have. I MISSED YOU. I wrote this primarily on my phone in Google docs so it's bound to be messy and poorly worded. not really proofread, please forgive me
Maybe I only want you
Pairing: Andrew Pope Cody x female!reader
Warnings: romance, unspoken tension, soft kissing, from friends of friends to lovers dynamics, fluff, self-worth Issues, kissing.
Summary: What starts as quiet companionship slowly unravels into something much deeper.
A/N he looks so good in that GIF wtf Disclaimer: This story is pure fiction and written solely for entertainment purposes. 🎀 Based on this request 🎀
You pushed Deran's bar door open.
"Deran, please tell me you're not out of lemonade, I'm—" You cut yourself off, stopping mid-stride.
It wasn't Deran standing behind the counter.
It was Andrew.
The Long Haul
Fandom: The Pitt
Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x GN!Reader
Summary: There’s an unspoken thing between you and Jack that leads to a kiss, but nothing more than that. Because you can’t risk your hard work, even for the man you love.
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He’s looking at you with that look again. With softness and longing. You have to look away. You can’t fall for it again. You’ve already kissed once, and it can’t happen again. Not while you’re still a resident.
When you look away, he gives a dejected sigh, “So that’s it. We’re just gonna ignore this?”
“We kissed. That’s it.”
He scoffs, “That’s it? Really? We kissed and you just expect me to forget about it?”
this was sweet!
𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔ᝰ.ᐟ
Pairing: Jack Abbot x drunk reader
Summary: After 'accidentally' kissing your hot, older attending you thought that avoiding him was the best decision so no matter how much Jack tried you kept pushing him away. He didn't realize that all it took was a few shots of vodka and you dancing on the table to get your attention again.
Warnings: Implied age gap (reader is 30, Jack is in his late 40s), alcohol consumption, mentions of throwing up, fluff.
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"Maybe you've had enough?" You heard your friend's yelling through the blasting music in the bar but you were already too gone to care. The last thing you remembered was kissing your hot attending in his own house a week ago.
You and Jack had gotten close in the past few months. In fact, Jack considered you to be his best resident so he didn't fail to brag about you to his best friend. Robby had heard how you managed to save a patient just by yourself and how you made sure everyone felt seen around you. He might have also heard how beautiful your eyes were and how much Jack loved your smile, or how you loved teasing your old attending about his age but that wasn't the point.
The point was that Jack found comfort in the one person who wasn't afraid to point out his wrongs. And for that reason, your relationship didn't stop at the pitt. He invited you to the movies a few times and you became as fond of him as he was of you.
So when Jack told you about his German shepherd, Roxy, you convinced him to introduce you two. That's how you found yourself in his house petting the dog Jack claimed to "hate people".

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“You’re so quiet” thanks every time I’ve tried to enter this conversation you’ve just flat out fucking ignored me
I will lock in tomorrow like nobody has ever locked in before
He is so.... huge with muscles
unfortunately im not normal and have to insert myself into every piece of media i consume
microdosing hell by being awake and literate

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jack abbot who takes you to a dive bar on your third date hoping to lure you into a game of pool so he can wrap his arms around you, bend you over the pool table, guide the cue in your hands… and he does just that. three beers in and he’s got you leaning over the green felt, your hip pressing into his leg as he shows you how to knock the cue ball forward. your first turn in your little game you flick your eyes up at him, dipped at an angle where he can see right down the front of your shirt. you knock in your first shot with practiced ease, standing with a smug grin on your face.
you hadn’t needed him to show you anything. you had been fucking with him, letting him bend you over and ‘teach’ you when it was clear, at least now, that you had needed no instruction at all. a lesser man would feel insecure, wounded even, but not jack. he feels himself getting hard watching you bend over in front of him, sticking your ass out in a way that just has to be on purpose as you land shot after shot. soon after you finish your game, in which you completely smoke him, he’s got you in the back seat of his truck, spread wide for him, knuckle deep in your pussy.
“that feel good my lil’ hustler?” he murmurs against your neck and he pumps in and out of you at an aching pace, your moans and whimpers filling the car.
“mmn,” you whine, back pressed to his front, his hand shoved into your jeans as you writhe wrong in ecstasy, “feels so fucking good,”
“yeah?” he rasps in your ear, “pretendin’ you need me to show you how to play so your could press your ass into my cock?”
“yeah,” you whimper, titling your head back so you can look up at him, “just wanted you to touch me,”
“i’m touchin’ you now, pretty girl,” he says, voice dripping with desire. you bring your hand up to the silver curls at the base of his neck, pulling him down into a desperate, searing kiss, the sound of your pussy squelching around his fingers the only thing you can hear over the thud of your pulse in your ears.
“jack,” you moan into him before you slide your tongue past his lips, licking into every corner of his mouth, desperate to have him consume you. he groans against you as he feels your pussy flutter and spasm around his thick fingers, smiling into your kiss, knowing you’re close.
“come for me, beautiful,” he growls and you entirely fall apart against him, moaning and shaking and whimpering as your orgasm rips through you and jack swallows every sound you make. he keeps fucking you on his fingers as you come down. slowly he pulls his fingers from your swollen pussy, making you wince at the empty feeling he leaves behind. he sucks the cum off his fingers as he keeps his eyes locked on yours, you watch him with your lips parted as you try to catch your breath.
“you’re so pretty,” jack mumbles, cupping your jaw, leaning into you, placing a deliciously slow kiss on your mouth. you giggle against his lips.
“i’m glad your not mad i- uh- beat you,” you say, playing with his fingers.
“why would i be mad?” jack pulls his head back, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“no- i just- some guys don’t like when i’m better than them- I’ve just gotten mixed reactions in the past,” you look up at him with an adorable twinkle in your eye.
“well i found it incredibly sexy,” jack says, stroking your cheek with his thumb.
“mm,” you hum with a smile, “i thought you might,”
“but you do realize the problem now, don’t you?” jack says, voice serious.
“what?” you say, your voice waivers with worry.
“now you gotta teach me how to be a pool shark,” jack smiles down at you as you break into a grin, pulling him down to a sweet kiss.
“i am happy to bend you over a pool table anytime,” you giggle.
“thank god,” jack smiles, placing another lingering kiss on your mouth.
im completly normal about this (no i’m not)