My Name Is Bella

asking titus to buy you something absurdly expensive but only when he's balls-deep inside you. yeah, he'd probably buy it anyway, but there's something so addicting about the way he just nods, eyes glazed, clearly not fully comprehending what you're asking. he's so drunk on how good you feel around him that he can't pay attention to anything else.

until you stop moving and hit him with a coy, "so that's a 'yes'?"

he's irritated you stopped, confused at your question. "huh?"

"you said you'd take me out shopping."

his brow just furrows. he didn't say that, did he? he'd been trying so hard to focus on the way you take him that he can't recall.

but you get that little pout on your lips and sigh dejectedly, something dramatic to catch his attention. "you didn't mean it?" you'd whine. and when he doesn't give you a response, you start to pull away from the fullness of his cock.

titus decides it doesn't matter what he promised. he pulls you back, sinks every thick inch of his dick inside you, and holds you there tight. "no, sweetheart, we can go, s'fine. just don't stop, okay? c'mon..."

he turns into a blathering mess, muttering little pleas, promising to take you wherever you want, to buy you anything you ask for, so long as you don't stop, sweetheart, please. you clench tight around him in a mockery of thanks that actually makes him whimper.

andrew ‘pope’ cody would absolutely call his girl “birdie”

it starts before they’re even together. at first, he’s skeptical of her. just another pair of eyes he figures smurf’s using to keep tabs on him.

then one day, she tells him something smurf never intended for him to know.

later, when he confronts smurf, she asks where he heard it.

“a little birdie told me,” he says dismissively, expression never changing.

it starts as a throwaway line. somewhere along the way, it stops being one.

“leave birdie out of it.”

“she’s my girl. birdie.”

before either of them realizes it, he hasn’t called her by her real name in months. because andrew’s spent his whole life trying to figure out who he can trust. she becomes the first person who never makes him wonder.

no manipulation. no hidden motive. no strings attached.

and for andrew, there isn’t a greater act of love than that.

wow!!!! thank you all so so much for a thousand followers! i never thought that anything this magical would happen to me! and i’m so profoundly grateful to each and every one of you! mwah!!!

and now! it’s time to celebrate!

first choose a character from the list below!

brendon park!

titus danforth!

jack abbot!

michael robinavitch!

aaron hotchner!

john shen!

andrew cody!

next, choose a prompt!

secret relationship!

he just loves you much that…

smut, but you specify!

friends to lovers!

domestic life

hurt/comfort & angst

headcannons!

choose your own!

finally some add ons! and send me the request!

specify anything you want added and i’ll make sure to include it! this could be dialogue or details, really anything!

or! you could choose which fic i finish next!

dr robby and dr abbot x bunny reader angst!

dr park x puppy reader smut!

dr shen x fat! reader!

dr park x nurse! reader

dr shen x kitty reader!

⋆.˚ 𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 your messages if you were dating brendon park, part two

pairing - brendon park x f!reader wc - it's an smau, so idk! cw - none that i'm aware of. tumblr is being weird with the layout of these, though, so fair warning!! a/n - gosh, i have several brendon asks that i just haven't gotten to. i'm sorry to keep you all waiting! i think I'm going to try to fulfill them with drabbles so i can get to them all! i just finished what i had intended to be my eighth chapter in my delivered series, and i hate how it turned out, so i had to return to my roots, lmao. hopefully you enjoy! part one was a piece from my park the shark week event. if you'd like to read it, click here!

one: vanille havane

mdni 18+

He’s got you on all fours while he stands at the edge of the bed hunched over, his chest pressing warmly against your back. One of his hands snakes down your side, pushing up into your lower belly so he can feel himself buried inside you.

His breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, “Fuck bunny, really stuffin’ you full of me hmm?” You can feel him tilt his head and can practically see the sly smirk he’s wearing. He thrust into you hard, sending your whole body moving and then pushes his hand further into your skin to feel himself with a groan, his cock twitching inside you.

You’re moaning, head dropped between your shoulders, back arching up into him. “Yeah,” he smiles, teeth baring against your back, “gonna let me fill ya’ up? Give me an heir?” You nod eagerly, clenching around him.

His hand slides down to rub your clit as he kisses your shoulder and you push back into him, bodies slamming together; wet from sweat. The other hand moving to wrap around your chest, twirling your pebbles nipples in his fingers.

There’s a heavy knock on the door, making you both still a little before Titus speeds up, making you moan louder as he chuckles. “Busy.” He grunts, hips slamming against your ass as he moves. You both hear the footsteps depart before he huffs a smile against your upper back. You smile too, shaking your head.

loml- karaoke part 2

Jack Abbot x reader

Side note: This will be 3 parts! I actually have an idea omg?!?!! Not proof read! Life has been hell this past week and I have been really depressed.

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It was three days after the 4th when you finally had work again. Three days of not hearing a single thing from Jack. Three days since you sang your heart out on that little stage in that run down tiki bar.

You don't remember how you got home honestly, the liquid courage you needed after your performance had you blacked out after the 4th shot. Trinity says that she remembers you calling someone, but not entirely sure who. Mel was in the same boat as you but barely even awake at the table, so she remembers nothing.

You remember waking up that morning in an old sleep shirt and freshly showered. Which had you confused but maybe you weren't that drunk.

You also remember still waking up heart broken and numb only forced to move because of your cat screaming in your face for food.

So now three days later here you are back at Pittsburgh Trauma Medical Center ready to start yet another proactive shift in the Pitt. The anxiety that has not left your chest since you woke up keeps trying to reach the surface, but with every deep breath you calm it.

Walking in you try to keep a low profile heading towards the lockers once you’re through the ambulance bay doors. Which you end up failing misarbley at when Dana see's you and struts right over towards you. You love her dearly but at the moment if any emergency came in through those giant automatic doors you wouldn't be too mad.

Once she's reached you she waits till you finish shoving your things into the locker then she starts to speak. What she says is not what you were expecting though. Since Robby left for his little sabbatical Jack has decided to swap over to day shifts for a while in order to help out and make it less chaotic in the Pitt.

Your jaw drops ever so slightly and eyes widen at her information. Dana waves her hand in front of your face gaining your attention back. Asking if you are alright she lays a hand on your shoulder, closing your mouth and shaking your head you reassure her that you are fine but you're not.

Inside you are dreading this day even more.

Dana takes your arm and leads you towards the nurses station, accepting your frantic reassurance but still not believing you 100%. Just as you reach the station the man of the hour is standing right there with his back turned to you setting his stuff down.

You want to run, you want to scream in his face, you want to ask him what was wrong with you that he didn't stay. You want to ask him if any of it was real.

You can't though, your feet don't let you one and two Dana is talking to you and now he knows your there so the sneak attack you were planning with the latter options wouldn't work now. The second she says your name his back straightens and stiffens.

He doesn't even turn around. Coward.

Instead he just walks away toward the staff break room. Jack once told you that when he saw you at the start of his shifts it made his entire mood better. When you first started sneaking around seeing each other that small time slot you guys had between your two shifts made you feel like a teenager again. Now, there wasn't even a hello.

Dana saw your face drop when he walked away, she knew there was something going on between you two. She knew everything that went on in the Pitt. Even when you tried hard to hide it.

Realizing you went silent you tried to cut the awkwardness of the situation and ask about any new cases that had come in. Thankfully Dana goes straight back to work mode.

The rest of the day is like this, until one emergency rolls in through the ambulance doors. You’re one of the first residents on it as well as Mohan and as luck would have it the Attending making the final calls in room is Jack.

For a split second you forget about everything going on between the both of you and only focus on the patient. You make the right calls, you do everything right, but with how much you have been in your head you forget it’s a teaching hospital. Which means being right and first doesn’t always mean you’re doing a great job, instead you’re scolded by Jack. The first words you hear from him all day and it’s loud. He sternly tells you to let someone else answer for once while gesturing to Dr.Mohan.

You wanted to hide in your skin at that very moment, a quick apology slipping from your lips letting the noise around you take over your senses. Only doing what was necessary to help.

Once the patient is stable they are sent up to surgery and you are the last to leave the trauma room. You take your time, you check the clock for how much longer you have in your shift and sigh.

Everything around you is moving 80 miles a minute but you feel like your body is moving as fast as a snail. It’s not till you hear your name brought up by a familiar voice do you realize you have walked towards the lockers. Infront of the lockers is Jack. He’s leaning on them talking on the phone about you.

He doesn’t realize you’re there his back is to you. You think it’s Robby based off of how he talks. He says your name another time telling whoever is on the other side about your actions on that most recent case. He's tense you can see it in his back, every muscle highlighted through his black scrub top.

That feeling from earlier comes back, you can’t move your feet. You are stuck in place, you want to hear what else he says but yet you’re also terrified of him seeing you.

When Jack does turn around the words that were about to come out halt when he sees you just standing there with tears in your eyes. Slowly slipping the phone down from his ear neither one of you say anything until one of your tears fall. Jack tries to move towards you but you back up as if his touch is toxic. He tries to call out to you when you turn and bolt in the opposite direction.

You go to the only place you know no one will bother you. You don’t go to the roof that’s Jack’s spot. You don’t head out the ambulance bay doors or crumble under the nurses station. No instead you head upstairs to one place you know nobody from the Pitt would think to look for you. You take the elevator up to the newborn nursery.

You have tears in your eyes once you arrive on the floor that slowly leave your body as soon as you’re standing infront of the giant glass window that shows the room full of sleeping babies.

This is your safe spot in the hospital. It’s the one place no one and nothing can hurt you. You used to come up here and think about the future you would have with Jack, but now it doesn’t seem like there’s a possibility for anything now.

Closing your eyes you lean your head forward taking a giant deep breath in before breathing out. Taking one last look at the sleeping peanuts before sliding against the wall rubbing the palms of your hands hard on your eyes.

Too far caught caught up in your own head you don’t notice the man who finally found you. The man who wants so badly to explain himself to you, but when he sees you he sees just how much he has hurt you. So instead he just leaves you on the floor telling himself he’ll apologize later.

simon doesn't do punishment often. you might be a fucking brat but that's why he picked you. no fear. no bend in your spine when you look up at him with defiant eyes.

he doesn't want a woman that's scared of him.

(he doesn't want to be a man that women are scared of.)

but sometimes you push it.

so what he does do is just… not fuck you the way you want to be fucked.

he'll eat you out, fuck you with his fingers, make sure your cunt is fluttering, bring you to the edge over and over with a promise to let you come once he's fucked you properly.

and you think it's time, when he's got your ankles held up in the air one big hand, shifting his hips towards yours, cock flushed and heavy between his legs.

he drags his head over your slit once, twice, then pushes in until you're stretched around his swollen head.

then he just… stops.

jerks himself off in rapid strokes, never letting his cock sink any deeper into you than he already is, no matter how much you whine and beg and plead.

he finishes just inside your entrance, pulling out to let the last thick ropes of cum land over your clit, smearing it across your folds as your hips jerk up and the rest leaks out of you and onto the sheets.

"maybe you won't be such a fuckin' arsehole next time, pet." is all you get - along with a pat on the hip as he rolls off the bed and leaves you to grumble in frustration.

Price is the best big spoon ever to exist. When you're tucked up in his arms, it feels like nothing can ever hurt you. Spooning is the only way that man will sleep - his hairy chest pressed against your back, one arm draped over your waist and the other tucked under the pillow. He loves feeling you so close to him, pressing kisses to the top of your head, breathing in the scent of you. During the day he'll come up behind you, wrapping his strong arms around you and squeezing. He loves to be in that 'protector' role, keeping you safe from the world.

Gaz loves to have you tucked up tightly to his body, lying face to face. He tucks your head under his chin, his arms wrapped around you as his fingers trace patterns on your back. It's intimate to him, romantic. He likes to pepper your face with kisses until you start laughing. Or you just listen to the rumble of his chest as he talks to you. When you sit on the couch together, he likes to pull you into his side with his arm slung over your shoulder and your head resting in the crook of his neck. He'll definitely intertwine your fingers together, too.

Ghost would never admit it, but he loves it when you hold him. He'll lie mostly on top of you, his arms wrapped around your hips and his body weight between your legs. He likes to place his head either on your stomach or your chest - mainly your chest. Hearing the steady beat of your heart is a comfort to him, a reminder that you're alive and with him. You like to run your fingers through his hair and tell him about your day, relishing in the fact he feels safe enough to do this with you. He's great at holding you, too! Big, strong and warm.

When he used his crutches and fell because of the cracked sidewalk, you asked if he wanted help instead of putting hands on him. The next day, a crew wea out repairing that part of the sidewalk until it laid smooth. It was awkward at first to be a babysitter since he had no experience with kids, but your daughter was obsessed with him.

"I'm playing unicorn farm!" She beams the first time he's over, using the arms of his wheel chair to set two of her dolls. "These are the farmers!"

"Now, do the farmers get paid in regular cash, or are the owners of the unicorns using gold?" He questions as his left knee is taken hostage by a small barn. Her eyes sparkle when he asks, her giant smile missing several teeth.

"Neither! It's fairy dust! It helps the handlers fly so they can take care of the unicorns!" She explains matter of fact, her dolls flying around above the barn.

"Are there masks for the thin air? Or is fairy dust even more powerful than I thought?" When you clamor into the house well past 9 pm, Simon is watching TV while your daughter is tucked into bed.

"Hey, I'm sorry, my shift ran over -"

"That's the most fun I've had since I was discharged." He cuts you off, voice earnest but quiet to avoid waking your baby girl. "You've got a great kid. And you, you have a good heart." You hold the door open as he wheels out, using the ramp that came with the house that you never removed.

Gaz: *a soulful inspired work of art that’s hyper real rain drops on a window in the evening*

Ghost: *anime style avengers in a full living room scene*

Price: *who knows damn well that Simon can’t draw a circle* Suds! You win second place. Simon? You get no door dash this time. And by the way no one’s been to the store in three weeks.

Ghost: *grumbling about Lt abuse*

Ghost desperately needs to fuck his client. (You) pt. 4

tags | plug! Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x reader, smoking, weed, smut, explicit sexual content, oral sex male receiving, mating press, not edited, my current brain worm

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‘You happen to have any blue razz papers?’

‘You? Blue razz? Since when?’

‘For my friends. Pleassseeee??’

There’s a shitty meme attached, a small hamster with big teary eyes. He snorts.

‘I’ll drop by in a few.’