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If I had a dollar for every time I read your ‘in passing’ fic I’d be rich

You stop that right now 😭💕

That makes me wanna cry I’m so glad you enjoy it! Ugh I fear I’ll never make anything as good again.

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Thank you for Thirsty Thursday you're doing the lord's work, could I please get a ❛ i'm not jealous. you're just mine. ❜ with Pope please 🥺

or Charlie

finishing up thirsty thursday/freak nasty friday!

ANYTHING FOR YOU BBY SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER Also kinda combining an idea that @wittyogredemon gave me!

Andrew “Pope” Cody x Reader

You knew he didn’t like crowds. You knew that Andrew wasn’t comfortable even when his own brothers had a party but he didn’t like the idea of you being out alone at a bar with your friends. He didn’t trust anyone taking care of you or your friends, didn’t trust that you would be safe and make it home so he tagged along. At first it was unsettling to your friends, how he’d sit at the bar not far off and just stare. But they liked that he was caring enough to watch over you and them, how he drove them home and didn’t mind them giggling and loud in the backseat, he even let them at whatever music he wanted while he held your hand as he made sure they got up to their houses okay.

This night was no different. Your friends handing you drinks and laughing when you’d get tipsier because it only makes you more attracted to Andrew- waving at him with the alcohol heating your cheeks and it would only make him give those rare sweet smiles when he’d think of how much he loves you. He watched over you and your group, how you pull each other to the small, cramped dance floor- standing to walk over to the edge so he can keep an eye on you better. He loved the way you moved. You laughed and smiled and threw your arms around your friend’s shoulder and Andrew loved that you were enjoying yourself. Until a tall figure looms over your group, some seedy guy who tries to cut between your group and grab at your friends’ hips. You don’t really pay attention much- thinking it’s one of your friends when he comes up behind you and Andrew sees red.

His anger and frustration has him walking towards your group, pulling you away from the drunk man who had his hands all over you- holding you by your hips and enjoying the way you threw your head back, saying his name so pretty and sweet, wrapping your arms around his shoulders, too tipsy to realize what had transpired. Not until you turned to ask your friend if she wants another drink and you’re met with the stranger who had his hands all over you. Oh. It made you smile. Because Andrew forced himself to be uncomfortable because he was jealous? It made your chest warm- more than the alcohol already had.

He didn’t really understand why you were lavishing him in attention. Finally in bed after he made sure your friends got to their homes safely, cuddled up to his side while you kiss and bite along his jaw. Smiling and mumbling about how happy you were that he danced with you even though he did little more than wrap his arms around your waist and let you sway him around the dance floor. He scoffed when you brought up the drunk guy, asking if he was jealous and if that’s why he all but claimed you in the middle of the dance floor.

“M’not jealous,” he sighs into the way you suck a mark on his collarbone, loving how you kiss you let your hand wander up his shirt to feel the dips and valleys of his muscles and scratching at his abs just a little. “You're just mine.” He says as a matter of fact, laughing just a little when you climb over him- moaning into the kiss. He’s absolutely not jealous. Andrew doesn’t get jealous. He’s just possessive and territorial. It’s different. That’s what he tells himself anyway. You think it’s cute regardless.

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“they can't fuck you like i can” for Jack, please? 😅

finishing up thirsty thursday/freak nasty friday!

Jack Abbot x Reader

Jack wasn’t an insecure man. He knew he was attractive. He knew he was a capable doctor. He knew he was the only one to fuck you within an inch of your life and it made his entire day when he’d see you hobbling around the ER. But even then- he still got fucking jealous. Because this was just sex. This was never something that was going to be a relationship. You both needed a stress reliever and were at each other’s throats and unfortunately it was the best sex you ever had. You didn’t even think of another man, you would reject other advances and tell them you’re taken- hoping Jack wouldn’t hear because this was supposed to be just sex. Even though you’re the only one he has in his bed. Even though he looks for you amid chaos in the ER and always has your back despite acting annoyed.

He couldn’t help his face. He couldn’t help the sneer he had while he watched you giggle and blush at the EMT from across the ER, shaking your head at something he said with that beautiful smile that Jack dreams of sometimes. Because in his mind, you were his. You slept in his bed, had a toothbrush and spare underwear at his place when you would come over for some stress relief. And if he was closer he’d hear you laugh and shake your head at the young EMT who was asking for your number- definitely out of his league because in your mind you were taken. You had a man- a man who snored in your ear with a heavy arm around your waist, who left his favorite sweats at your place and the current book he was reading on your nightstand to pore over after some stress relief.

And normally one of you would just text each other, asking to come over or what you wanted to eat for breakfast after you came over- but Jack had been stewing for hours. Still angry about watching you flirt and laugh with that kid who still couldn’t get BP’s correct. So it shocked you when you opened your door and before you could ask what he was doing he slotted his mouth against yours, deep rumble from his chest that sounded akin to a fucking growl as he pushed his way in and shut the door by shoving you against it.

“That fucking kid has no idea what he’s getting himself into,” he spits out, grabbing you by the back of your thighs so he can hook your legs around his waist and grind into you. What the fuck was he talking about? It was so hard to think while he was grinding his already hard cock into you, smirking when you moaned against his lips and tug at the curls at the back of his head. “He can’t make you moan like this can he? Pretty little noises from that mouth?” You can’t answer- you let him carry you to your bedroom, already familiar with the path while he lets you strip him of his shirt and attempt to unbutton his jeans with your shaky hands.

“Only one of us has a fucking kill count,” he rasps, tossing you on your bed before climbing up your body and stripping you of whatever is getting in his way. “He’s a fucking child. He can’t fuck you like I can,” Jack doesn’t give you a moment to breathe, not even teasing your entrance with his cock before shoving himself fully inside your tight pussy. “Right?” He can’t. You knew he wouldn’t be able to. But that’s not why you said no to him. While Jack mumbles in your neck about all the things that poor EMT couldn’t do to you, you think of how he expertly knows your body- how he knows exactly where to touch and hold you and how to make those spots appear behind your lids. You said no because you liked sleeping on Jack’s chest some mornings, you liked the way he’d come up behind you while you brushed your teeth, resting his head on your shoulder while mumbling a sleepy ‘good morning’ with a kiss to your cheek.

“He has no idea what I can do- how I can make him regret even looking at what’s mine.” His? It’s all you can think about while Jack keeps fucking himself inside you. Cock twitching each time you moan his name your whimper out a pathetic ‘no, I’m yours Jack’ with a shake of your head as it lulls to the side from the orgasm that’s erupting in your gut. You are his. Every thrust emphasized his words while he kissed along your neck. You’ll have bruises tomorrow. Hopefully that kid will know to leave you alone now.

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FIRST step to enjoying any media is getting attached to the character whose suicidal tendencies are the most obvious

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im so worried about tall boys….be safe…be careful up there… maybe u should come down here and kiss me

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(Making small talk) yeah I’ve been having some new and intriguing stomach issues lately

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has this been done yet?

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reblog to meow at the person you reblogged this from

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#darcy caring so much about lizzie's opinion of him #he starts going out of his way to make small talk #and interacting more with people he does not know 😭 Pride & Prejudice (2005) Dir. Joe Wright

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i ❤️ not learning my lesson

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snoopy of the day

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‘We’re experiencing higher than normal call volume’ YOURE LYING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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who else is feeling terrible due to choices they’ve made in life