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Honestly, this is just word vomit surrounding how I'd personally bite and mark up Andrew, Sammy, Jack, and Dr. Michael Robinavitch. Warnings: Fem!Reader, biting, marking, kinda thigh and tummy worship? Bruising, Sub!Characters kinda. P in V sex. Pet names for reader: Bunny, Darlin', Princess, Doll, Baby. Pet names for characters: Daddy, Pretty boy, Sweet boy, Baby. LMK if I've missed anything. 1.8k words

Andrew loves it when you bite his neck/collarbone/shoulders. Whether you're sat in his lap, marking his neck, or you’re under him, biting his shoulder to keep quiet, it doesn’t matter to him. He loves the feeling of your teeth sinking into his skin, and he wants you to bite hard. I mean, draw blood if you want to. He wants his neck/shoulders/collarbone to look like he’s been attacked by a feral animal. There’s something about the feeling of you hurting him that gets him so worked up. Maybe it’s because he knows the pain isn’t coming from a place of malice or hate, but it's coming from a place of love and devotion. Andrew knows you love marking him because you want people to know he's taken, he’s off the market. You want people to think, ‘Shit, if this is what his girl does to someone she loves, I’m scared to find out what she’d do to someone she dislikes.’ Andrew also wants everyone to know his girl has a mouth on her and isn’t afraid to use it, as evidenced by the state of his beautifully marked neck and shoulders. “That’s it, baby…fuck…harder.” He groans as you suck and bite his neck while he fucks his cock up into you slowly. Your teeth nip and pull and sink into the flesh on the column of his neck, sucking as you do, leaving harsh red and purple marks along his freckled skin. “Look so pretty like this, Andy…my teeth marks look so beautiful on your skin.” You moan as you attack the other side of his neck, to make it even, of course. Your teeth sink beautifully into his skin, leaving a perfect bite mark on the side of his neck, just below his ear. You suck a gorgeous red mark there as well and pull back to admire your work. “You should get my teeth marks tattooed onto you,” You say as you rock your hips slowly in time with his thrusts. Andrew's cock twitches inside you, and his hips buck up as a deep moan escapes his lips. Clearly, he liked that suggestion. 

Sammy is a sensitive man with an equally sensitive body. He can’t help but whine and gasp and squirm at the feeling of your teeth on his inner thighs. I mean, this man cums embarrassingly fast with you anyway, but when you’re between his legs, looking up at him with those eyes that are so fucking beautiful while sucking and biting on his plush inner thighs, he’s gone. He’s cumming like a pre-pubescent boy who's just figured out what porn is. Sometimes you don’t even get the chance to get him out of his underwear before he’s busting a nut. He genuinely can’t help how worked up he gets when you nip teasingly or full-on bite his inner thighs; it’s like an addiction. He’ll even frown and pout if you don’t play with his thighs a bit, like why haven’t you marked his inner thighs so bad that he can feel the bite marks and hickeys while he's chasing after a suspect.  “P-please…Please! Don’t be gentle!” Sammy whines pathetically, throwing his head back against the pillows of your bed. You have his legs over each of your shoulders while you suck soft hickeys onto his inner thighs. You smirk against his skin, peppering soft kisses over the blooming red marks. “I don’t wanna hurt you too much, sweet boy.” You say in a soft, sweet tone as you look up at him. He sits up on his elbows to look down at you; his face, neck, and chest are covered in a bright red hue, his eyes are glassy, his pupils are dilated, and his bottom lip is plump and wet from how much he's been biting and sucking it. “Wanna feel them when I walk or run or sit down..” He says in an almost shy tone, looking at you with that desperate look. You raise an eyebrow, your smirk turning into a grin that could rival the Cheshire cats, “Yeah, baby? Want me to go harder?” You ask in a teasing tone. He nods immediately, panting at the thought of you biting hard into his flesh, clamping your teeth down on him, and who were you to deny your pretty boy? You push him back down onto the bed before diving back between his thighs, sucking and biting harshly at the sweet, succulent skin. Leaving visible teeth marks, some that look like they might bruise, red and purple hickeys that look like he’s been abused, and all while you’re running his inner thighs Sammy is panting, moaning, whining, crying, practically screaming out your name in ecstasy, hes’ so loud you’re surprised you didn’t get a noise complaint, as he cums hard, filling his boxers. But do you stop? Never. Not until he's come over and over again, at which point he’s an overstimulated mess, and his inner thighs look like he’s been tortured.

Jack melts every time you bite his forearms/biceps as he fucks you from behind. He’ll have you in a headlock sort of position with his cock pistoning in and out of you, you’ll be drooling over his arm, crying, and gasping as each stroke of his dick hits that spot inside you perfectly, all while he’s whispering sweet words in your ear as if he’s not ruining you with each thrust. He loves seeing the teeth marks and the bruises around them the next day when they’re fully set in his skin. He loves walking into the hospital for his night shift with the marks very clearly visible to everyone on the shift. Shen and Ellis side eye each other when they notice, and Jack stands there reading through his patient charts with a smug fucking smile on his face.  “Oh, princess, there we go..” Jack coos in that gentle tone he uses with you when he knows he’s absolutely ruining you. He knows exactly what he’s doing, he knows exactly how to angle his hips, he knows exactly what speed to go at to make you a fuzzy-brained mess, and he knows you’re fucking reveling in it. He can feel your pussy clenching around him as he presses you further into the mattress, snapping his hips perfectly against your ass as he leans over your back, wrapping his arm around your head to headlock you. He flexes his arm slightly, and this has you fucking spazaming around his dick. “Yeah? You like that doll? Like me having you in this position?” He asks in a teasing, slightly condescending tone. You can’t even think right now, let alone form a sentence, crying and whining loudly in pleasure as he continues to fuck you mercilessly. “Shh, bunny, gotta stay quiet for me. Bite down on Daddy's arm, atta girl.” Jack doesn’t have to tell you twice before your teeth are firmly embedded in his forearm. Suckling and moaning around his arm as your eyes roll back from pleasure, drool seeps from the corners of your mouth as you clamp down harder as Jack's hips speed up, chasing both your orgasms. Jack groans and hisses at the feeling of your teeth sinking into his skin. The feeling is euphoric to him; the fact that his girl is that gone from his cock sends a shock of euphoria and arousal straight to his dick. The sight is damn near pornographic.

Michael isn’t the young-bodied man he once was back in med school, or even when he was doing his residency, and this has caused him to have some insecurities while in a relationship with you. You’re younger than him by at least two and a half decades, if not more, and this has caused him to overthink a few things, the main one being his body. Now he knows that as you get older, the weight piles on faster and is slower to come off, but that doesn’t stop his brain from thinking awful stuff when it comes to his body. You noticed this pretty early on in your relationship, and it killed you knowing he felt so insecure, especially since you adored his dad bod. You couldn’t get enough of his body; to you, he was perfect in every way. You loved his soft tummy, his soft chest, and his strong but still soft arms. It’s what drew you in at first: seeing that dad bod push against his scrub top when he took off his jacket, moved a patient from a gurney to a hospital bed, or stretched slightly. You were basically salivating every shift you had with him, just watching him work; you couldn’t get enough of him. So when you finally started hooking up, then eventually dating, you genuinely couldn’t get enough of his body. You’d lie between his beautiful, plush thighs, hands holding onto either side of his hips as you lavished his stomach in kisses, hickeys, and bite marks. Michael, of course, couldn’t fathom the idea that you loved his soft body. You’re a young, beautiful woman who could have anyone you want, but here you are, draped between his thighs, loving over his soft tummy like it’s your source of oxygen. He loved the way he looked in the mirror after a night of you marking his chest and abdomen. You were never ever overly mean or rough with him. If anything, you gave him the softest love he’d ever received in a long time. However, that didn’t stop you from leaving him with red and purple hickeys adorning his skin, pretty teeth marks scattered mainly around his hips and waist, and most especially the bite mark bruises you left over the swell of his tummy. The feeling of the bruises and teeth marks brushing against his scrub top while he worked was mind-numbing. If anyone accidentally bumped into him or he walked into something and some of the bruises/marks were touched, he’d instantly pop a boner, and at his age, it was embarrassing having to excuse himself to the bathroom to either take care of it or wait till it settled down.  “Fuckk..baby, can’t like my stomach that much,” Michael gasps out as you continue your gentle assault on his tummy. His hand threads through your hair as you nip and suck at the soft skin, enjoying the feeling of his stomach hair against your tongue and lips. You’d littered his stomach in pretty red hickeys, perfect teeth indentations, and a couple of bruises already forming on his hips from you nipping at his skin. You whine against his skin as you nod and look up at him through your lashes, your eyes softening once you see his flushed, nervous face. You detach your lips from his skin, leaving a sweet red mark in your wake, and smile warmly up at him, “I do..I really do. You’re so pretty, Michael.” You say in that sweet, honeyed voice that had him melting under your gaze. He would never tire of the way you looked at him, like he hung the moon and stars themselves. His breath hitched, and he blushed more, if it were even possible. His hand gripped your hair gently, grounding himself to the moment, “You’re gonna kill me, darlin’,” He whispered before guiding your head back down to his stomach.

You were busy working from home but that doesn't stop Andrew from being needy

Warnings: P in V sex, creampie(Wrap before you tap) needy/desperate Andrew, a little sub!Pope. LMK if there's any others I have forgotten. 1.5k words

You were obviously busy, and Andrew knew that. You had told him you had to work from home today and that you'd be busy, and he said he’d leave you alone and let you work in his room at Smuf's place. 

Well, that lasted all of maybe thirty minutes. At first, he came in asking if you wanted some food since he was cooking, and you politely said no but thanked him for the offer. Then it was little things here and there, asking if you were okay, asking if you needed anything, checking up on you every five minutes. You thought after a while he’d gotten the memo and was leaving you alone to work until ten minutes later. He came back with an iced coffee from your favourite coffee shop, claiming he thought you’d like a pick-me-up while you worked. You smiled at the coffee, finding the thought incredibly sweet. You thanked him, smiling up at him, and told him you really needed the space to work. He nodded, a little sadly, before kissing you on the head and leaving you be to work. 

Andrew really did try to leave you alone, but it felt like an impossible task. You were a few feet away in his room while he sat out in the living room watching a documentary that he really wasn't paying any attention to. He wanted to be close to you, sit next to you, watch you work, anything so long as he was near you. He hated any time you two had to be apart, and the fact that you were right there but he couldn't be near you was some form of divine punishment for him. His leg was bouncing a mile a minute, he was biting his lip and his nails, trying to focus on anything else, but nothing worked. Finally, he gave up and walked to the bedroom, softly knocking on the door. 

“Come in.” You say, looking towards the door. Andrew slid open the door and looked at you for a second before dropping his gaze down like a kicked puppy. “I know you said not to bother you, but sitting out there is torture.” He says, fidgeting quietly in the doorway. “Can I please sit in here with you?” His voice was quiet, almost embarrassed by how needy and desperate he sounded. The terrifying Pope Cody, a man who killed and beat other men into a bloody pulp, stood here before you, reduced to a quiet, embarrassed, almost shy boy, begging to be near you. Your heart clenched at how cute he looked, and you couldn’t help but nod, “Of course you can, Andy. You have to behave, though, okay? Sit quietly on the bed.” Your tone was soft, almost gentle, as you spoke to him. Andrew nodded immediately and sat on the edge of the bed obediently. Back straight, hands on his thighs, facing you as he watches you work. You went back to work, and for a while, everything was okay. Andrew sat quietly on the bed, watching you like a hawk, but you loved having his eyes on you, so you couldn't really complain. He took in every movement you made, the way you spoke to clients on the phone, the way you typed emails and PowerPoint presentations, and the way your body tensed when something went wrong and relaxed when the issue was fixed. He loved watching you do anything, and apparently, he didn't realize how much he loved it. 

He was painfully hard from watching you work for the last three hours, and it was becoming uncomfortable to sit still. You could hear him shuffling on the bed, the comforter rustling as he tried to get comfortable again, but to no avail. “Andrew? Are you okay?” You ask as you turn around to face him. To his credit, he really did try to hide his erection, but it's pretty hard to miss in his jeans. He looks down, cheeks dusted with a light pink hue, embarrassed at being caught in such a state by you, especially since he's hard over watching you work. You raise your eyebrow a little and let out a soft chuckle, “What’s got you so worked up baby?” You ask in a playful tone. Andrew's cheeks redden more, the blush spreading to the tips of his ears. “Nothing..” He mumbles as his gaze remains fixated on the floor, terrified that if he looks at you, he might actually cum in his pants from how worked up he is. “Just..you look so pretty when you work.” His voice comes out in a quiet, embarrassed tone again as he still refuses to look at you. Your smile widens at his confession, and you stand up from the chair, walking over to him until you’re standing between his legs. “That’s all it took, huh? Watching me work got you this horny sweet boy?” You ask in a gentle tone, not wanting him to feel too embarrassed over the situation. He nods a little, his hands fidgeting in his lap as he resists the urge to touch you. You grab his hands gently and place them on your hips, straddling his lap as you do so. Andrews breath hitched as you settled your weight on his lap, practically melting at the feeling of you on him. “Please? We can be quick, I promise, just please let me fuck you.” He mumbles in a desperate tone as he places soft, sweet kisses along the column of your neck. Nipping and sucking gently to leave little red marks. You can feel the heat radiating off him as his hips push up slightly, begging for some form of friction from you. “Fine, you have five minutes. Either you cum in five minutes, or you don’t, that’s not my problem.” You say as your hips grind down against him slowly, but with a beautiful amount of pressure that earns a whine from Andrew. He nods quickly and flips you both so he's on top, slotting perfectly between your legs, immediately tugging and yanking at your lounge shorts and underwear to take them off. You laugh softly at how desperate he clearly is, and you help him shimmy off your pants before undoing and unzipping his jeans. “You can’t be this worked up from watching me work, Andy.” You tease as he pushes his jeans down just enough to free his cock, which is leaking precum from the painfully red-looking tip. “M’sorry..” He babbles pathetically as he ruts his cock up and down your slit like a dog in heat, still babbling about how sorry he is for being so honry over you. “Shh, sweet boy, go on, it's okay.” Your permission is all it takes for him to thrust his cock inside you, bottoming out in one swift motion, pulling a chorus of moans and whimpers from both of you, whimpers mainly from Andrew.

You just returned home after a morning of shopping and getting your nails done, paid for by Sammy of course, Safe to say he likes the new nails. Warnings: P in V sex, Creampie(Wrap before you tap), Premature Ejaculation?, Kinda sub!Sammy, Cowgirl. LMK if there's any others I have forgotten. 0.6k words

I’m definitely gonna write him as submissive for right now, but if you want me to write him in a more dominant light, lmk. Warnings: Fem!Reader, Age gap(Reader is 22 and Boyd is 35), sub!Boyd, perv!Boyd, choking, riding, humiliation, degradation, alcohol and weed consumption, kinda a little intox kink? LMK if I've missed anything 1.8k words

This was such a spur-of-the-moment write, like I started this at 05:55 and it's now 16:30 as of posting. I'm so sorry if it's bad!!

Boyd was a strange guy, but he was your friend? Sort of? He was your neighbor, and you’d known him for a few years now since you moved to Miami. He was a bit standoffish at first, but after a few ‘Hellos’ and ‘How are yous’ and some beers shared, you two became close neighbourly friends. You noticed immediately he liked you, or at least the look of you. His eyes would constantly roam over your body when he thought you weren't looking. Lingering on your tits or ass when you wore tight-fitting clothes or tiny swimsuits. More than once, you’ve noticed him sporting a semi through his black work shorts after eyeing you for too long. Not that you minded, he was pretty sexy himself. Pretty brown eyes, a cute smile, gorgeous auburn curls, and an ass you could bounce a quarter off of. One thing you had noticed, though, was him peeking into your bedroom window a few times. His bedroom window looked into yours, and every now and then, you’d see him standing there trying to get a look at you changing. So why not give him a little show here and there? Changing slowly, drying off seductively, applying lotion to your body that shimmers when it hits the light just right. You were driving him mad, and you knew it. He’d stand near the window, in his bedroom, jerking off to every show you performed for him. Bless him, he’d get so lightheaded and tingly from the explicitness of it all, panting like a dog as he got closer to his release, fucking his hand like a depraved man. He felt like a perv, watching you like this, but that added to the excitement and enjoyment for him. 

Now here he was, sitting in your house, on your couch, on one of the hottest days of the summer, drinking beers and relaxing with you. You’d bought some weed and thought today was the perfect day to get lightly buzzed and tipsy with your stupidly hot neighbour. You were dressed in what can only be described as a piece of floss for a bikini top. It barely covered your tits and left nothing to the imagination, not that he needed an imagination to know what they looked like, definitely not after seeing them for the past few months through his window. Alongside that, you were wearing a pair of the shortest fucking lounge shorts to ever exist. You were a walking tease right now, and what didn’t help was how the prettiest sheen of sweat covered your body, making you look fucking perfect. Boyd was sporting a loose gym tank and a pair of loose gym shorts that hugged his ass beautifully. Every time he stood up to get more beer, your eyes would drift down the curve of his back and land on the most perfect ass you had ever seen on a man. You couldn't help the god-awful thoughts that ran through your head whenever he stood up. How you’d want to spank his ass red raw, leave handprint bruises on his cheeks, have him crying while you fucked him rough like the pathetic dog he is, how you’d ruin him to the point of him passing out from overstimulation. The thoughts were endless. Boyd noticed you checking out his ass, and he smirked a little. “Something caught your eye?” He asked in a playful tone as he made his way back with the beers. You nod with a playful smile of your own on your face. “Yeah, your perfect ass,” You say as you take a beer and pull him down onto the sofa again. He let out a huff and laughed as he lounged on the sofa, taking the joint from you and taking a long drag. You watched him with an almost intense gaze before climbing into his lap and smiling softly at him. “Shotgun with me.” You whisper as you steady your hands on his shoulders, knees trapping his hips, and your plush ass sitting right on his crotch. He looked at you like he was dreaming. You were sitting on his lap, face inches apart from his, so close he could feel your breath. He nodded obediently, causing a sly smile to grace your lips before he exhaled into your mouth. His eyes fluttered shut for a moment, completely entranced in the moment. His hands rested on your hips as you inhaled his smoke before exhaling it back into his face with a soft smile on your lips. “You liked that, huh, baby.” You say in a teasing tone, shifting your hips, feeling his dick hardening through his shorts. Boyd nodded slowly, his eyes opening to look at you with a glazed-over look, “You're so pretty, Boyd. Look at you.” You say softly, your lips trailing down his neck slowly, letting them linger with each kiss. Boyd squirmed and whined pathetically at the feeling of your lips on his skin. His breath immediately quickening, his hips grinding up pathetically, looking for any type of friction. He was gone instantly, and he was right where he wanted to be.

You climbed off his lap and dragged him to your room, kissing him and feeling up every inch of his body you could. Your hands groped and smoothed over his ass, making his hips rut against you as you made your way to the bedroom. Once you were inside, clothes came flying off. You ragged his tank top over his head, shoving him hard back down against the bed before yanking his shorts and underwear off in one swift pull. Boyd yelped at the roughness but smiled almost blissfully at you. His face, neck, and chest were covered in a deep red flush, making him look even prettier than you’d ever seen him. “I know you watch me from your window, Boyd,” You say as you look him up and down from the end of the bed, watching how his cock twitches at your words. His chest rose and fell faster as he looked at you with a half pleading half teary eyed expression. “I’m going to undress myself, and I want you to touch yourself the way you do when you usually watch me.” Something in your voice made Boyd's stomach flip, and he nodded before he could think twice about it. His hand wrapped around his dick as you slowly took off your bikini top, pumping slowly at first, spreading the droplets of pre cum along his shaft. The bikini top fell to the floor, letting your tits spill out, and Boyd could have sworn he was gonna cum right then and there. Watching you grope and play with them made his head spin and go all fuzzy, not actually believing this is really happening. His hand fisted his cock hard and fast as he watched you slip off your shorts, revealing nothing underneath. “You look pathetic like this. Fucking your hand like some mutt who can’t control himself,” You goaded. Boyd's eyes rolled back at your words, his breathing turned ragged, and a pathetic moan broke free from his lips. “F-fuck, please! Come here,” He begged desperately, looking at you with those big, wet, brown eyes that made your heart melt. You climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and sliding your embarrassingly soaked cunt over his shaft. Slow, steady movements that drove him mad. His hands went to grip your hips, but you stopped him and pinned them to the pillows above his head. “Keep them there, or I’ll handcuff you.” You order as you look down into his eyes, giving him a stern look. He nodded obediently, though his cock twitched between your legs at the idea of you handcuffing him. You trail your hands down his body, feeling over the softness of him, enjoying how pliant and obedient he was being. Caressing and kissing over his freckled shoulders, sucking pretty red marks over his chest, reveling in the sweet whimpers and gasps he made whenever your tongue swiped over his sensitive nipples. After a bit of torture, in his mind, of you kissing and marking over his body, you finally decided to fuck him. “Tell me you want me,” You tease as you nudge his tip to your entrance. Boyd jerked his hips up, whining and panting like a kicked puppy, “Please! Wanna fuck you so bad…need to fuck you. Need to make you feel good. Wanna feel you cum on my cock. Please!” The sound of him begging like a desperate man sent shocks of arousal coursing through your body.

You coo at him in a soft voice as you sink painfully slowly onto him, taking him inch by inch until you’re flush with his hips. A sinful moan left your lips as he stretched you out, the slight burning sensation adding to the overwhelming feeling of him nestled inside you. The pained yet erotic noise that erupted from Boyd’s mouth was something close to pornographic. The strangled moan, the voice cracking, the pitiful cry, all of it made your velvet walls clench around him, squeezing his shaft deliciously. “O-oh…fuck! Ngh! Feels too good!” He gasped out, fighting for his life to keep his hands up above his head. Gripping at anything he can get his hands on- the headboard, the pillows- clasping his hands together like he’s praying to god. “That’s it, baby, god, you sound so pretty,” You moan breathlessly as you roll your hips, moving at the perfect pace that has Boyd’s eyes rolling back into his head. You work your hips slowly at first but soon pick up to a bed-shaking pace. Fucking yourself dumb on his cock while he watches you with a glazed over, pussy drunk expression. “You’re…god! Such a good mutt, Boyd!” You gasp out as you slam your hips against his with each movement, making your clit rub against his little pudge deliciously, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. “Perfect cock for me to use. Only fucking thing you’re good for, ain’t that right, baby?” You coo in a condescending tone as your hand comes to wrap around his throat, applying gentle pressure to his airway. Boyd’s body vibrates from your words and your tone and your hand. You notice how his knuckles are white as he grips the headboard, how his eyes flutter shut again, and how his cock twitches uncontrollably inside you. “Oh, you really are pathetic, aren’t you. Look at you going fucking limp like a doll the second my hand is around your throat. God, you’re such a disgusting perv, Boyd.” The feeling of everything hit him all at once like a freight train: the fact he’s tipsy and high, you’re choking him, and the things you’re saying to him. His body shakes and seizes as he cums hard inside you. Rutting his hips up so he’s as deep as he can get as he paints your walls white with his load. His orgasm triggers your own just from the sheer force, and you clamp down on him, riding out your orgasm and milking his cock for everything he has. You’re both a panting, sticky, ruined mess, but neither of you cares as you lie on top of him, feeling his hand stroke your back soothingly.

Based on this post by @valleyanimalz, Hope I did it justice!!! Warnings: Fem!Reader, degradation, humiliation, pet play, Sammy is such a whiny pup, mentions of brat!Sammy and rape, but very brief mentions of the rape. LMK if I’ve missed anything.  1.4k words

Sammy had been pissing you off all day. Your two departments had teamed up for a case, you working in the LAPD Special Victims Unit, and Sammy working in the LAPD Gangs and Narcotics Division. There had been a rape of a gang leader's daughter, and you had caught the case. Your Captain thought it best to join forces with the G&N division, since it involved a gang leader, which meant working with Sammy and Nate. You were excited at first, working with Nate was always fun, and obviously, you were happy about working with your boyfriend, but after a week of dead ends, forensics coming up with nothing, people stonewalling you at every turn, you were all starting to get a little worked up. Sammy the most. He had been antsy, snippy, and agitated since you came into the precinct that morning. Slamming files down, huffing and puffing as he walked around, snapping at you and Nate over small things, disobeying your orders, and when it came to you specifically, he was acting like a brat. You were the primary detective on the case, which meant Sammy and Nate answered to you, and whenever you told Sammy to do something, he’d always argue with you about it, and it was getting to you. “What is your fucking problem?” You hissed as you pulled him into an empty hallway, pushing him slightly against the wall. Sammy huffed and rolled his eyes before looking down at you. “Nothing, I don’t have a problem.” You scoffed and nodded, unconvinced. “Fix the attitude before we get home Samuel.” You said in a stern tone before walking off, leaving Sammy still in a mood, but now half chubbed in his slacks. 

By the time you both got home, Sammy's attitude had mellowed out slightly, but he was still in a huffy mood. You’d had dinner at the precinct, so you both immediately went to the bedroom once inside. You watched him undress from your spot on the bed, already comfortable in your pyjamas. He didn’t say anything for a while, silently undressing until he was in his boxers. He looked at you from the end of the bed with those sad, puppy dog eyes before speaking, “I’m sorry.” He whispered, looking down at the floor. You looked at him and your expression softened. He looked like a kicked puppy, eyes not meeting yours, a small pout on his plush lips. “You were giving Nate more attention than me.” He mumbled, barely audible, but you heard it. That statement wasn’t entirely wrong; you and Nate had been talking more, but that was only because he had some prior SVU knowledge. You sighed softly and couldn’t help the small smile that graced your lips. He was jealous; that’s why he’d been acting out. “Does my puppy want some attention, huh?” You asked in a soft tone, tilting your head as you looked at him. Sammy's eyes locked onto yours, brimming with desperate tears as he nodded. “Grab your new toy and come sit on the bed.” You patted the space in front of you with a soft smile. He immediately went to walk over to the wardrobe where you kept the sex/puppy toys you guys had, but you tutted softly. “Ah, ah, good puppies don't walk, do they?” You said in a soft, condescending tone, nodding to him to get on his knees. Sammy dropped to all fours without any hesitation and crawled to the wardrobe, nudging it open and grabbing his new rubber chew toy bone out of his pile. It was a custom-made sky blue rubber dog bone with his name in pretty red cursive in the middle. He climbed onto the bed and knelt in front of you, legs slightly spread, with the bone, name side out, perfectly nestled between his teeth. “Now, you’ve been a bad boy, haven't you? Disobeying me, talking back, acting like a brat.” You said in a gentle tone as you looked into his big, weepy eyes. He nodded slowly, his bottom lip quivering slightly as he looked down. He was so ashamed at how he’d acted towards you over the past week. “You’re going to let me watch while you play with yourself. You’re not going to cum until I say you can. You’re going to keep the toy in your mouth at all times. You’re going to behave yourself unless you want me to punish you further by not letting you cum. Do you understand?” You looked at him with a stern expression, conveying to him how serious you were. He nodded obediently, his eyes shimmering with need and pretty tears. You reached forward, pushing down his boxers down his thighs, freeing his rock hard, weeping cock. You took his hand in yours, spitting into his palm, which earned you a pathetic whine from him, before leaning back against the pillows and nodding for him to start.

Sammy's hand flew to his aching cock, wrapping his spit-covered hand around his shaft and pumping furiously, barely giving himself a second to relax into it. He was way too pent up, and the way you were treating him right now was enough to have him cumming in a few strokes. “Oh, look at you.” You cooed as you watched him fisitng his dick with a primal need. “God, you’re so pathetic Sammy. Such a desperate mutt, aren’t you baby?” Your words only spurred him on. Drool was dripping down his chin and around the rubber toy, coating it in a shiny slick. His chest and stomach had droplets of drool inching their way down his body to the base of his cock, adding some extra lubricant as he worked on himself. The curve of his tummy, where his happy trail resided, looked so pretty as it glistened with his messy drool. The auburn curls at the base of his cock gleamed in the bedroom light as his hand worked urgently over his dick. “You’re making such a mess puppy; who knew you were such a dirty mutt too.” Sammy could only whine pathetically at your words. Tears rolled down his flushed, chubby cheeks, making him look even more pitiful. His cock was leaking a steady stream of pre cum onto the sheets below him, making a pretty little wet patch which you teased and ridiculed him for lovingly. “Look Sammy, look at the mess you’re making all over the bed. Absolutely filthy.” You shook your head in fake disappointment with a sly smile on your lips as you watched him. He looked utterly beautiful, perfect even. Everything about him right now screamed pathetic and desperate and wholly in love with you. This entire time, his eyes never left your body. They were trained on you like a pitiful excuse for an attack dog, except he didn’t want to attack you; he wanted to please you in any and every way you asked of him. His big brown eyes bore into yours, silently begging you to let him cum. He’s so worked up, and he’s been teetering on the edge of orgasm since his hand started working on his cock. The whines and whimpers that left his throat were close to pornographic. Yes, they were muffled by the rubber bone in his mouth, but that added to the sound of his desperation. “You wanna cum Sammy? Is that what you’re whining like a kicked puppy for?” You ask in a patronizing tone, looking him up and down with a smirk of enjoyment on your face. He nodded eagerly, whining again as his hips stuttered as they rutted into his hand. “Do you think you deserve to cum?” Sammy nodded again, fresh tears of frustration rolling down his cheeks, hydrating the old tear streaks. “Next time you want attention or feel left out, you come talk to me. Understood?” You say in a commanding voice, giving him a knowing look. A muffled ‘Yes, Ma’am’ comes from Sammy as he looks at you obediently, speeding up his hand as he waits for your permission. “Cum.” You quipped in a sickly sweet tone. Before you got the short word out, Sammy’s cock was spurting pretty pearlescent cum all over the sheets, moaning and whimpering, eyes rolling back into his skull, head lolling back as his hand squeezed and fisted his cock until nothing more came out. You moved closer to him, careful not to kneel in the cum soaked area of the bed, and took the toy out of his mouth gently. “You did such a good job puppy. Momma is so proud of her boy.” You cooed softly as you threaded your fingers through his sweaty auburn curls. Sammy collapsed into your arms, nuzzling his slick face into your stomach as you petted him soothingly. “Love you so much momma.” He mumbled, relaxing comfortably in your loving embrace. 

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Okay so... Andrew "Pope" Cody x male reader, orrr just gender neutral reader!!

I am on a mission to find more Andrew x male reader fics, because there are like....NONE (also yes he's straight in the series but let a man dream a little okay, ITS FAN FICTION‼️)

At this point genuinely anything would make me happy, headcanons, or just a cute lil fic, or something freaky, genuinely ANYTHING, you've the ropes here! im just happy if the reader is male or gender neutral!!

Can we please normalise more Andrew x male content, not everyone that wants pope, are ladies okay >:(

Andrew 'Pope' Cody x Male!Reader

Honesty, I kind of see all Shawn Hatosy characters as bisexual or at least bi-curious, so might as well give Pope some Male!Reader fics!! This is written with a male in mind but can be read as Gn!Reader since there's no mention of gender. So sorry if this isn't what you had in mind! Warnings: Age gap!reader is 23, Pope is 39, kissing, grinding. LMK if there's anything I have forgotten. 1.5k words

 You and Andrew had been friends for a good while, since you were eighteen, and he was thirty-four. You first became friends with Daren through mutual friends, and later formed a friendship with the oldest Cody brother through a mutual understanding.

(Set in 2011, reader is 18, born in 1993 Pope is 34, born in 1977)

You weren't one for big, over-the-top parties, but you were never one to turn down some underage drinking, so that’s how you and Andrew met. You came to one of Smurf’s parties, through invitation of Daren, and you found yourself slinking off to a room with a couple of beers to be alone and to relax. Of course, the room you ended up in was Andrews's. He was sitting on his bed with a beer of his own, and he just stared at you as you stood there frozen, staring back at him. “It’s noisy out there. Can I sit in here?” You ask quietly, as if not wanting to disturb the quiet nature of his room. Andrew nodded, and you smiled a little at him, sitting on the floor next to his bed. He didn't smile back but gave you a softer look than he’d ever given anyone else in a long time, like he understood not wanting to be around all the noise and chaos of Smuf's parties.

After that one instant, it became sort of a silent knowing between both of you that if you didn't want to be around the chaos of the parties, you’d come to Andrew's room and chill with him silently. After a few months of this, you and he began talking. Small things at first, how each other's day had been, how your classes at college were going, how he was doing after the jobs, etc. He was one of the first people you told when you realized you were bisexual, and of course, he was supportive. “I don’t care if you like guys or girls. I just want you safe and happy.” He mumbled with the smallest hint of a smile. You slowly but surely built a solid and steady friendship with him, which both of you didn't realize you needed at that point in your lives. 

(Set in May 2013 reader is 20 Pope is 35 when he gets arrested)

You were practically heartbroken when Daren called to tell you Andrew was in prison for armed robbery. You were actually more pissed off at Baz for letting him get caught because you KNEW this wasn’t a mistake. Andrew wasn’t so careless, so it had to have been Baz’s fault. Once Andrew was arraigned and sent to prison, you were one of the only non-family people who visited him every week. You wrote to him every day and made sure he knew he still had at least one friend on the outside here for him when he got out. You’d tell him about how college was going for you, about the friends you’ve made, and how the teachers were assholes. You went to see him on his first birthday in prison, putting money in his commissary as a gift and getting him a card he cherished with all his heart. You promised him that he’d have whatever cake he wanted when he got out, and he’d have six years of gifts waiting for him as soon as he was released. Throughout his stint in prison, you were his one constant. Always there, every week, no matter what. 

(Set in June 2016 reader is 23 Pope is 38 when he's just got out, just before his birthday) 

You were jumping for actual joy when you got Daren's text saying Andrew was home. You’d just finished your shift at your job, so it lined up perfectly. You drove like a bat out of hell to Smurf's place and rushed in looking for him. Daren spotted you and nodded toward Pope's room, a knowing smile on his face. You headed straight to his room and poked your head in happily with the brightest smile on your face. There he was, actually back and sitting on his bed just like old times. “Hey,” He said in a quiet voice, a hint of a smile playing at his lips as he saw your practically beaming smile. “Miss me?” He asks almost playfully. You roll your eyes and let out a huff of a laugh through your nose. “Fuck you, you know I have Andrew. ”You say, walking over to his bed and sitting next to him against the headboard. He let out a short laugh as he nudged his shoulder against yours, “I know you have kid. Missed you too.” He says, looking at you. “Thanks for visiting me while I was…You know.” He whispers, almost looking ashamed at the fact that you did that for him. You immediately shake your head and reassure him, “I wanted to visit you. I missed you every day. There was no way in hell I wasn't going to come see you, okay?” You say in a gentle but firm tone, letting him know that you wanted to see him. A small grateful smile played at his lips as he looked at you, “Thank you. You were the only reason I survived in that place.” He mumbled as he shrugged a little, not really in the mood to remember any of his time in there. You nod and gently nudge him, “Well, you know what this means now, you’re out right?” You ask him with a bright smile on your face as you get up from his bed. Andrew looked at you, utterly confused, shaking his head slowly as you looked at him. “It’s two weeks before your birthday, silly. Meaning you get the last 3 years of presents to open as well as this year's.” You say, giving him a knowing look. Andrew's head lolled back as he groaned in part annoyance and part humour. “You can’t be serious.” He asks as he looks at you with an exasperated expression. “I don't need the fussing over.”