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rafeandonlyrafe · 7 months

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movie night

words: 1.1k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, semi public sex

despite both of you being adults, ward absolutely refuses to let you be alone together in rafe’s room. the few times you’ve even been inside of it, you’ve either been accompanied by ward or the door has been left wide open.

it’s not like you don’t have plenty of alone time at your place, with a combination of your parents not really caring and them not even being home most of the time, but tonight, you’re taking refuge at taneyhill, your parents being home for once and in a very foul mood, fighting and yelling at each other.

ward gave you permission to sleep in one of the guest bedrooms, on the promise that you and rafe would occupy separate rooms, and he’s been keeping an eagle eye out for any slip ups, checking on you every 15 minutes or so as you sit on the living room couch, watching a film.

“baby, it’s cold, can you get a blanket?” you ask rafe when the movie gets to a slow part.

“of course.” rafe says, kissing the side of your head as he hops up, grabbing a fluffy blanket and draping it over the two of you as he lays down, pulling you in close so that you’re spooning.

you snuggle back into him, enjoying the way the heat radiates off him as his strong arm wraps around your midsection.

“don’t fall asleep there.” ward warns, making you jump having not realized he had walked into the room.

“we won’t, dad.” rafe groans.

“we’ll sleep in our separate rooms, sir.” you say with an embarrassed smile.

“yes you will.” ward says as he walks away, always surprising you with how overprotective he’s being of rafe, considering he doesn’t seem very interested in his son outside of it. you suppose it’s because you’re the first girl rafe has ever been serious about, and he doesn’t want you two to go down the hookup and breakup path like his past girlfriends.

“sorry about him.” rafe says, kissing your neck and gently petting your tummy.

“it’s okay. it’s cute that he cares. even though i wish we could cuddle all night.” you pout, turning your head to press a kiss to rafes lips before turning back to the tv, scooching even further back into him.

“baby.” rafe places a hand on your hip.

“mmm?” you hum, both going silent as an action sequence plays out on the tv.

you wiggle again, unable to get comfortable.

“baby, stop moving.” rafe warns, and then you feel it, his hardness pressing against your bum.

“you’re hard?” you whisper, turning your head to look at him.

“i can’t help it!” rafe says, pressing his hips forward to get some relief. “you’re so cute in these fucking pajamas and then your ass is pressing against me.” rafe throws his head back in a groan as you push your hips back again.

you lean forward, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and turning it up a few clicks, before tossing it on the floor, a plan forming in your head. you make sure the blanket covers you from the neck down before grabbing rafe’s hand off your hip, sliding it under your shirt until it reaches your bare breast, having taken your bra off when you changed into pajamas.

“don’t tease, baby. you know we can’t.” rafe says, but gives your breasts a squeeze anyways before finding your nipple and toying with it.

“the blanket covers everything… no one will know.” you say, pushing your pants and underwear down to mid-thigh before rubbing your clit, wanting to get yourself ready for rafe so he can fuck you quickly. as much as you want this, you know the risk of being caught.

“fuck, i can’t resist you.” rafe says, giving your nipples one last pinch before pulling his cock out, dragging it over your slit.

“make it quick.” you whisper, opening your legs the best you can with your pajama bottoms still restricting your knees.

rafe pushes inside of you, forgoing his usual teasing. you resist the urge to moan and squeeze your eyes shut instead as he rocks into you, not able to make full thrusts without shaking the entire couch.

rafe pushes your hand away from your clit so he can massage it instead with two fingers. he pushes in and out of you the best he can as he buries his head in your neck, tiny grunts coming out as he tries to hold himself back.

you cover your own mouth in the most casual looking way that you can, like you’re just resting your hand there.

“i’m heading up to bed soon, is your movie almost over?” ward’s voice makes you jump, and also squeeze your pussy tight around rafe, making his gasp.

“yup. i think 15 more minutes.” you say, voice sounding strained, but ward doesn’t seem to pick up on it. rafe continues to play with your clit, making your chest hurt as you hold back your moans, even going as far as to give it a pinch.

“okay, don’t forget separate bedrooms.”

“yes, sir.” rafe grunts, watching as he walks away before grinding his hips into your backside.

“rafe!” you slap the hand that plays with his clit once you hear ward’s bedroom door close.

“what?” rafe grins, but he knows exactly what he did.

you roll your eyes and begin to push back against him, causing the couch to creak slightly, but you ignore it as you feel your orgasm approaching. you also ignore rafe’s pleasure completely as you grind against his hand, chasing your own high.

rafe moves his other hand to cover your mouth, knowing that you’re incapable of staying silent when you cum. you let out muffled moans into his palm as your orgasm hits you, your pussy pulsating around his cock, causing rafe to reach the edge, his cum spurting into you in sudden bursts.

rafe bites your shoulder as he cums, thrusting into you gently until he’s empty. he pulls out just as the credits begin to roll on the movie, tucking himself back into his pants. you pull your underwear back up, cursing yet another pair being ruined by rafes cum.

you turn over on the couch so you’re facing rafe, wrapping your arms around his neck and kissing him, missing the feeling of his soft lips against yours.

“let me carry you to bed.” rafe says, sitting up and taking you right with him, his hands finding purchase on your bum as he stands, carefully walking up the stairs as you alternate between kissing his mouth when he stops, and pressing your lips to and nipping his neck when he needs to see.

he takes you right to the spare bedroom door, knowing better than to cross the threshold.

“goodnight my love.” he says. “i’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

“gonna miss your lips.” you say, kissing him again. “and your arms around me.” you give his biceps a squeeze. “and your cock inside of me.”

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satoruhour · 10 months

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hello!! ive been lurking on your acc for a little bit and i absolutely adore your writing like omg!! but earlier i got to thinkin about toji (as we all do) and i was thinking about how vulgar i imagine him to be in a sexual context and it makes me like soo shy and im not shy 🙄 im just obsessed with the idea of him saying really filthy shit to us and then practicing what he preaches yk

PRACTISE WHAT YOU PREACH

a/n: i keep falling asleep on the couch writing. and thank u for the inspiration for the name LOL

wc: 2.4k

warnings: reader has the same bite to her as toji does but gets shy when said man says filthy things, dom!toji, implication of sex in parts of the drabble, (public) dirty talk, pet names, he calls you ‘whore’ and ‘slut‘, toji calls you ‘mama’ once, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, spitting (on hand and in mouth), p -> v penetration, clit stimulation, unprotected sex, riidng, praise, degradation, daddy kink at the end, creampie / breeding kink, brief oral / cunnilingus @ the end, n*sfw under the cut

fushiguro toji is a vulgar man inside and out. It’s obvious when he tells the teenage boys to go fuck themselves when he catches them looking at you and you have to slap his bicep, or perhaps grabbing a piece of your ass while waiting in line to pay for groceries and all you can do is send him a nasty glare and a strong nudge of your elbow.

he doesn’t mind his baby fighting back, especially with how easily he can overturn the tables and have you squirming and breathing heavily whenever he gets you under him in the bedroom.

it comes to light first when you’re talking with a co-worker at a company party, talking casually with them before toji comes over with both your drinks. he’s tamer, then, sucking up to your insufferable colleagues even if they didn’t know what they were saying. this dude was clearly eyeing you, too, despite knowing toji was your plus one, and at that point the poor man has had enough.

“how ’bout you invite him back to our hotel and let him watch as i fuck you? maybe then he would stop fucking starin’.” toji passes you your drink as he whispers it, albeit the last part filled with mild bitterness, not entirely as secretive as he would like to be because the colleague’s eyes are widening immediately. he swallows his saliva at the large stature of your boyfriend’s and you just know he did it on purpose. but when you don’t reply and bark back at him with annoyance, toji’s lips curl in a smile, a light bulb going off in his head at his discovery and he’s been incessant since.

“yeah? how ’bout you clean a bathroom for once, fucker,” you roll your eyes, throwing a rag into the bathroom sink, disgruntled at how your boyfriend couldn’t even clean his own sink. it was beyond him to clean the place where water flowed everyday but when he told you that all you could muster was a look of disgust.

you were in no mood for him when you saw him creep in behind you in the mirror, eyes trained on the male who just mutters apologies into your neck, kissing the skin there like a tease and resist the urge to shiver, keeping up your angered expression.

until his words hit. “’m sorry baby, shoulda known better than to say stupid shit like that. how ’bout i make it up to you?”

“like what, toji? you gonna get on your hands and knees and scrub the floors yourself? cause i’d like th—”

“i’ll do it,” but not for the reason you think, “i’ll do it if i get to eat my pretty girl’s pussy out. and then let me pound her while she watches how good i make her feel.”

needless to say, your panties were thrown in the washing machine immediately as he made your moans echo in that squeezy bathroom, and the sink ended up being squeaky clean for the next few weeks.

it’s the best way to get you to shut up and sometimes the way your lips move as you’re rambling about something or how your figure looks as you’re reaching for the tv remote and spouting profanities is just so hypnotising. he’s obsessed with you.

toji stares blankly at you while you’re explaining the way to work the air fryer for the third time that day, and it’s not his fault you’re currently in a camisole. it’s accentuating your tits and the home shorts you’re in isn’t helping either, because he can easily swipe it to the side to fuck into you.

you snap your fingers in front of his face, “wha—? listen to me when i’m talking to you, babe.”

toji just rolls his eyes, something he knows you hate, and he watches your outburst with a lovestruck smile. he catches your snapping hand with ease, switching to holding it. “hey! what did i say about rolling eyes?”

he leans forward, placing his other hand dangerously close to your ass, but the forehead peck distracts you. “i heard you the first time, darling.”

“you—!” toji just laughs at your surprise. sure, he was old as fuck but he wasn’t entirely clueless about the air fryer, but he let you explain and drone on about the settings, knowing you’d be focused on the device. that way, his eyes could travel unforgivingly and just like that, the playful moment is overcome by his vulgar disposition again, the act of his body craving yours before his words made you freeze on the spot.

“but enough about air fryers, hm?” the sight of toji’s hand almost covering yours was enough to send you reeling, but it’s increased when he drags your hand down the hardness of his front. you can feel the ridges of his abs, down, down, down until his bulge. he guides you to squeeze his dick, a guttural groan making its way to the front of his throat. “how ’bout you show me how much your eyes can roll back as my cock disappears into you, huh?”

your breath hitches at the proposition and toji’s smile spreads into a grin at your reaction because it’s like this every. single. time. unconsciously your hands start to undo the knot of his sweatpants, pulling it under his hardened shaft, the other sighing when your hand finally wraps around it. it aches so much that he finds himself thrusting into your hand briefly before you start stroking.

toji gathers a blob of spit on his tongue and maintains eye contact, spitting directly onto his cock for some lubrication and you take a deep breath, slick noises sounding out throughout the house. he makes sure to do it again later. “getting it ready for your pretty little cunt, aren’t you? filthy girl— f-fuck…”

the words make you rub your thighs together, stepping closer to him while you continue stroking, up, down and up, down, determined to give him a taste of his own medicine. pushing him until you’re out of the kitchen, he lets you shove him onto the couch, a loud groan leaving his lips when you descend to your knees and your mouth closes around his cock.

“s’big,” you whimper, swirling your tongue around his angry tip and going back to deepthroating him, desperate to feel his dick down your throat.

“oh— s-shit, baby,” toji pulls back the hair from your head, seeing your eyes barely being able to focus as it hits the back of your throat, “that’s it… suck it like the dirty whore you are.”

the degradation is reason enough for you to bob your head quickly, moaning around his length as your mouth drips drool mixed with the pre-cum from his tip. toji chokes out your name, hips bucking into your warm mouth while your hands find purchase on his thick thighs, taking him down your throat until your nose meets his pelvis. soon he‘s cumming down your throat with grunts, feeling the hot semen rush into your cavern.

“stay there, good fuckin’ girl,” the other groans out when your eyes shift to him, swallowing bits of his cum with a small stream of tears filling your lash line that threaten to fall. he notices your hand sneaking into your panties and he smirks, bringing you off his cock to catch your breath. you sputter and gasp, hand still lightly wrapped around him. he’s still hard after cumming, but he’s also more sensitive.

“can i ride you now?” you ask like it’s any other question, shimmying out of your underwear before wasting no time to straddle him. his tip pokes your pussy and you grab him, dragging him up and down your folds to collect your slick. before long, you’re grinding on the bottom of his shaft, your labia spread along his dick and toji is charmed by how you move on him with needy moans and two hands on his torso.

“sure ya can, doll, but…” you can tell toji’s impatient, as with you, so with a roll of your eyes (toji mumbles under his breath that you’re a hypocrite), you sink down slowly on him, the arousal of your cunt wet enough to take him without prep. inch by inch you take him deep, head thrown back as toji enjoys the view — the curve of your body, how your nipples poke through your camisole — and he smiles as his baby calls out his name from being so full.

“o-oh my god… toji—” the last bits of his name fades out when he moves his hips experimentally, the pain soon fading into pleasure and the feel of his cock in you causes you to lean forward.

“yes?” he grins, body now propped up with his elbows, meeting you halfway, “is my princess tired already?”

“n-no, i can do it,” you mewl when your hips start to bounce, the stretch of his dick feeling so good. he’s reaching places in you that you can’t even fathom, “i can take you…”

toji groans softly at your declaration, body twisted in such pleasure as you soon find a rhythm on him, relishing in the way toji watches you with lust in his eyes. he helps you with a hand on your hips, but the other pushes your top past your tits, mouth latching onto your nipple and taking one into his mouth and the gesture halts your movement for a bit. a chill runs through your body as he swirls his tongue around your bud, a breathless moan leaving you as toji looks up at you through hooded eyes.

it’s got you clenching, and toji hums into your chest, moving to your other nipple before releasing it with a pop! “tired?”

you make a small sound of agreement, the sensations of his thick cock in you paired with his lips on your tits and the burn of your thighs too much for you. he happily indulges you, bringing your body close to him before he plants his feet on the sofa and fucks up into you, a choked moan leaving you. that one thrust was just to tease you, limping into his embrace as he hears the slap of his balls onto your ass.

“you’re taking me alright,” toji laughs, cut off by a moan when he continues his ministrations, entranced by how you’re so wet you manage to leak down his length. with how your pussy is drooling, he rams into you easily, obscene noises of your sopping cunt against his pelvis as your sounds of pleasure comes out in little breaths.

“so wet,” toji comments softly, cock twitching from how your boobs felt against him and how your pussy feels so damn tight. it hugs him so snugly he has to will himself not to cum, but you’re making it difficult by how you call out his name in whines. “don’t tell me she was wet earlier already?”

you can hardly focus on his questions as he bullies his cock into you, body rocking from his relentless hips and the friction of your clit against his skin, but you mutter out a yes, a high-pitched one that’s got toji chuckling.

“my baby loves it when i talk dirty, huh?” you whine into his neck, arms tightening around his neck, “she loves it when i tell her how much i want to slam my cock into her pussy, yeah?” toji is ruthless, continuing to thrust while his words have very much the same effect. “or maybe she wants me to say how i want to cum deep in her cunt, filling her to the brim. shit… does she want me to fuck a baby into her?”

you clamp down around his cock with a loud moan and he stutters, “gotta stop clenching around me, darlin’, f-fuck.”

“y-yeah… wan’ that…” you pull away from your hiding place to babble out, eyes close to closing and drool dripping down the sides of your mouth. “wan’ all your cum, daddy.”

toji sucks in a breath at the name drop and in a second, he’s switching the positions. he admires the sweat on your skin and your heaving chest, and for the first time he’s able to see just how soaking wet you are, along with the stretch of your pussy on him.

“wan’ you to make me a mommy…” you mewl softly, and that’s all it takes for the other to start moving again because if it’s anything he loves more than seeing you crumble at his words, it’s how you tell him what you want.

you can feel toji twitch in you at that, but you have close to no strength, letting him thrust into you with vigour that’s running out too — he’s too besotted with your moans and face that’s morphed into pleasure, along with your whiny pleas.

“c’mon, open your mouth, mama,” toji pulls on your bottom lip with his thumb, “stick out ya tongue.”

you obey, hand squeezing his bicep as he gathers saliva in his mouth again, thrusts stopping briefly. he can feel your hips move, but you’re still focused on how toji purses his lips and how the spit leaves his lips — the long line of spit that descends slowly onto your tongue and the tension that surrounds it tells him you love it.

“attagirl,” he grins, wiping the corners of your cavern as the pace starts up again, and it’s so sudden you already feel like cumming.

“g’nna cum, daddy,” you mutter out, legs closing around him when you feel the familiar coil of your abdomen and toji just holds you closer, intoxicated with the moment that he wants it to last. “gonna—”

your eyes are blown wide when toji secretly reaches down to press a thumb into your clit, drawing lazy circles. that’s enough for your orgasm to come crashing down on you, pussy clenching hard on the other.

“daddy— oh my god!” toji still continues to rail into you, whimpers of his name spurring him on until you’re moaning out again as his cock spurts his cum deep in your cunt, filling you with his load until it spills out.

toji immediately drops down and starts to lap at your clit, a first class seat to his cum leaking from your pussy, laughing when you hardly care about it staining the sofa, too cockdrunk to care about reprimanding him.

“so pliant,” toji uses a finger to push his cum into you, “maybe i should get you like this more often, heh.”

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hughes86-43 · 3 months

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dad quinn with some angst

Just Disappointed | Q. Hughes

warnings - none, just some angst with dad!quinn

note - this probably wasn’t as angsty as you wanted but I had to give it a happy ending! still hope you enjoyed it!

You had just put your four year old daughter down in her bed after a long day of running errands, cleaning the house, and keeping up with her. You and your daughter finished the day, before laying her down, with watching your husband, Quinn’s, game on tv.

Your daughter had been fussy for the whole game, wanting her father, even though she could see him on tv. It had taken thirty minutes alone to put her down for bed after the game, since she didn’t want to go to bed unless she saw her dad.

Quinn had texted you after the game that he would be home in an hour, so you kept her up till then. However, an hour later he wasn’t home yet, so you decided to put her to bed despite the fussing.

Sitting on the couch, thirty minutes after he said he would be home, Quinn walked through the door. Spotting you, he says, “Hey, baby. Did you guys watch the game? We won!”

“Yes, we did,” You mumbled, not making eye contact with him.

“What’s wrong?” Quinn said, making his way towards you on the couch.

“‘What’s wrong’? What’s wrong is that you said you would’ve been home thirty minutes ago, and you weren’t! Our daughter stayed up to see you, and wouldn’t go to bed until she saw you, and you weren’t here! I had to just go ahead and put her to bed without you with her crying for you! Where even were you?!” You say, trying to keep your voice down so you wouldn’t wake up your daughter down the hall.

“I know what I said when telling you what time I would be home, but one of the guys asked if I wanted to stop for food so I did! I didn’t think it would be a big deal, I didn’t think she would still be awake!” Quinn says, while turning to wake towards to the kitchen to put his food up.

Following him into the kitchen hot on his heels, you say, “Not a big deal! You didn’t even tell where you were, if you did I would’ve understood. But I had to tell our daughter that you weren’t home yet and that she has to go bed. She cried for a good fifteen minutes before falling asleep!”

“I’m sorry!”

“I’m not the one you should be saying sorry to. She wanted you so bad tonight, and my own heart broke for her. She missed her dad. I understand that you wanted to stop for food with your teammate, and you should’ve let me know that, but in the morning you need to talk to her,” You say walking towards him.

He wraps his arms around your waist and pulls you towards him. Laying his head on your shoulder, he says, “She’s gonna hate me.”

“Quinn, baby, she could never hate you. For one, she’s four years old. For two, she thinks of you has her whole world. All she wanted was you here since that game started. She just missed you, when she wakes up in the morning, she’s going to be so happy to see you, so she could never hate you.” You give him a kiss on the cheek, while rubbing your hands up and down his back. “Now let’s head to bed, and you can talk to her in the morning.”

The sun is shining in through the curtains when you roll over expecting Quinn to be right next to you but your hands just run over cold bedsheets. Sitting up, you hear noises in the baby monitor. Making your way out of the bed, you throw on a hoodie of your husbands and make your way down to your daughters room

Upon entering, you stop and take a look at the scene in front of you. Quinn is sitting in your daughters bed, holding her while she playfully messes with his hair.

He says to her, “I’m sorry I wasn’t here last night baby. Daddy made a mistake, but I couldn’t be anymore happier to see you.”

Your daughter, with a big smile on her face, says, “Its okay daddy! I still love you!” She instantly snuggles into Quinn, and he hugs her extra tight.

“Do you guys have room for one more?” You say shyly from the door which has them both looking at you with smiles on their face.

“Mommy! Daddy’s here!”

“Yes, he is! Isn’t daddy the best!” You say as Quinn pats the spot next to him on the bed.

Wrapping one of his arms around you, while keeping hold with one arm on your daughter, he kisses you on the cheek. “I think mommy gets all the credit for being the best! She can calm us both down,” he says. Then your daughter gets distracted by wanting to show her dad her new stuff animal that was sent by Uncle Luke, you take this moment to talk to Quinn.

“See I told you she would never hate you, she loves you so much,” as you lay your head on his shoulder.

Quinn sighs, “I know, but I guess I just needed to see it first to believe it. I wouldn’t make the same mistake as last night. I hate knowing she was sad over something I did.” He reaches down and gives you a kiss.

“Daddy! Look at the stuffed animal Uncle Lu-Luke sent me!”, as she gets back onto the bed holding the new giraffe stuffed animal.

“Aw baby I love it! Why don’t you bring it over here and we can all snuggle up for a few minutes before we eat breakfast?” The mention of snuggles has her instantly moving to get In between you and Quinn.

As Quinn wraps his arm around the both of you, he knows he will never disappoint any of his girls again.

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breeloveschris · 2 months

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If Only You Knew pt 12

Pt 11

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: Y/n has the biggest crush on Matthew Sturniolo but Matt doesn’t know she exists until Y/n’s video goes viral and everyone tags him in it

Warnings: cussing

It’s been a month since everything with Nia went down.

Every thing has been a complete shit show. I’ve been staying with the triplets and that’s been great besides the little stabs Chris pokes at me for not telling him about the guy I saw in our house with Nia.

I didn’t think they were that serious, and I didn’t think he’d care considering I found out they were fucking on the low. Well.. they thought they were but I knew from the start when they constantly conveniently disappeared.

My TikTok account got banned because Nia went on live that night “crying” and telling everyone I used Matt for money and views.

She got our whole fandom to report me on TikTok and im just now getting unbanned.

Matt tried to clear the air by making a video of all of us dancing around to some random song he found, which only lead me to get more hate and them some as well because they were hanging out with me.

Nia completely deleted our YouTube channel resulting in me having to start my own.

Starting my own YouTube channel has been hell.

I can only thank Nick for helping me out as much as he has, he’s literally my bestfriend.

Me and Matt haven’t really hung out one on one since that night, we’ve both been extremely busy. And I’ve ended up falling asleep in Nicks room while we stayed up until 7 am editing or simply just talking almost every night.

Me and Nick have been watching a movie every night which is what we’re doing right now.

We’re watching a random comedy that Nick picked out, Chris and Matt are at one of their friends house.

I was watching the movie when Nick paused the movie and turned to me, my eyes widen and I slowly looking over at him with a small smile.

“Yes?” I giggled at the dramatics, “what’s going on with you and my brother?” he tilted his head to the side.

I sighed and lowered my head. Nick pushed my arm “well?” He asked patiently waiting, “I don’t know” I groaned and covered my face with my hands.

“We just don’t have time to hangout anymore, which is crazy considering I’m literally living with y’all right now” I slowly looked up at Nick who had a small frown on his face.

“How about you sleep in his room tonight? We can hangout tomorrow night” he suggested smiling sweetly, “that’s a great idea.. if he comes home tonight, he texted me earlier to tell you that he might be staying over there tonight” I shrugged.

“do you think he is seeing someone?” i asked, my heart rapidly beating as i wait for an answer.

“Probably not..?” He answered, hesitantly after a pause. “Nick!” I groaned shaking my head, well that helped my thoughts none.

“Okay okay, he’s probably out with Sam right now. I mean Chris is with him right now, do you really think he’d bring Chris to hangout with a girl?” He tilted his head with raised eyebrows.

I side eyed him, “yes, what the fuck” I glared at him. “Okay you’re right..” he sighed with a face I couldn’t read.

“I’m so tired” I said as I slumped down into the couch, “I say go to bed in Matt’s room” he said with a smirk.

“What if he gets mad?” I whispered looking at him, “girl he literally said you was gonna stay in his room to begin with” he laughed shaking his head, he stood up and started walking to the stairs up to his room.

My eyes followed him as I brought my lower lip in my mouth to nibble the skin.

He stopped and turned around as he reached the first step, “I’m going to bed, if you don’t come to my room I’ll know you chose to sleep in Matt’s room. Goodnight i love you” he said, he then turned around and disappeared behind the walls of the stairs.

I sighed as I slowly looked at the tv in front of me, maybe I’ll just text him and see if he’s coming home and I’ll wait until he answers to make my decision.

Y/n 🤍

Hey, Are you coming back tn?

I pressed send and swiped out of the messages deciding to watch TikTok as I wait.

It’s been two whole hours since I sent that text. I groaned as I looked at the time.

I’m so tired.

I sighed as I clicked on Matt’s message to send another text only to find out he opened it an hour ago.

I smirked with a fake laugh but quickly dropped my smirk. He could’ve forgotten to answer me, but it’s unlikely considering every other time he accidentally left me on open he’d call me apologizing repeatedly.

My body moved before my brain could even process, as I found myself walking towards Matt’s room.

My eyes felt heavy and I wasn’t about to walk up them stairs and wake up Nick in the process.

I pushed open the door with my head down and closed it behind me.

I miss how it used to be, when Matt would actually talk to me besides just dinner when he had to cause nick would say something.

My eyes trailed down my body checking out my outfit, I sigh as I realized I was still in jeans. I looked around the room trying to find any sweats laying around that I could steal only seeing a big t shirt laying on his bed.

It looked like he had pulled it out to wear only to decide on something else.

I walked over to it and slowly traced my fingers on it, I shrugged as I started pulling my crop tank off.

I threw on the shirt and looked down at my jeans, I smirked as I pulled them off letting them land on the floor.

Climbing into the bed, I immediately knew I was gonna wanna sleep here more.

His sheets were silky and his blankets was so comfortable, and don’t even get me started on the pillows. I could lay here for days and never get up.

I pulled out my phone when I finally got under the blankets and was in a good sleeping position.

No reply, no call, not even a text reaction.

I turned it off and laid there thinking about this past month and how shitty it’s been.

I ended up falling asleep an hour later into a dreamless sleep.

Breespeaks: should I do the next part in Matt’s pov??

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keerysfreckles · 7 months

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stay here - mike schmidt

pairing: mike schmidt x f!reader

warnings: use of y/n and she/her pronouns (no movie spoilers bc i haven't seen it yet im just obsessed with mike) fluff! fluff! fluff! like one makeout scene but thats it

enjoy!

to say babysitting michael schmidt's little sister, abby, was easy would be a lie. mike called you earlier that day, right before his shift started, and asked if you could look over abby until he got home. at the end of the call he mentioned his hours were shorter, and earlier than normal, so he wouldn't be home too late.

it was currently eleven pm. abby's supposed to be in bed by ten-thirty, and nothing was working. y/n tried calming her down with a disney movie. she even colored with her in her makeshift fort in her room. but nothing worked, she was as hyper as ever.

"abby, please! we both know you're going to be tired tomorrow and you have school," y/n pleads.

"but i'm not tired," abby groans, rolling over dramatically on the couch.

"you know what? fine. i'll just tell mike you weren't listening to me," y/n sends abby an evil smile. abby perks up, and sits up to lean on the arm of the couch to look at y/n.

"no! no no no! he said if i was good all week he'd buy me something from the store."

y/n crosses her arms and leans against the hallway wall, opposite of the couch. "looks like you're going to have to listen to me afterall."

"but i'm still not tired," abby groans again, but walks over towards y/n.

y/n looked down at the girl in front of her. she saw the small bags under her eyes, and noticed her eyes kept closing every so often.

an idea popped into y/n's head, "why don't you go lay down, and i'll be in in ten minutes, yeah?"

abby nodded, confused by the request, but still nodded nonetheless and walked down the hallway and towards her room. y/n watched for a moment before abby was fully inside her room. she knew abby was most likely to fall asleep once her head hit the pillow. now she only had to kill two hours until mike would be home.

y/n and mike have known each other for three years. y/n moved into the one story house that was unoccupied in mike's neighborhood. the town wasn't used to newcomers, so of course y/n was the talk of the town for her first two weeks there.

it wasn't until a month later when y/n was on her morning run on a saturday, and had bumped into michael. she was instantly confused when she noticed he was in his work uniform, and on the way back to his house. the two made light conversation, and ended up at y/n's that night for a movie marathon.

about a month after that, mike knocked on y/n's front door, and properly asked her if she wanted to go on a date with him. of course the girl agreed, and that was the first date of many for the couple.

which leaves y/n in the position she's in - babysitting abby.

when mike and y/n officially started dating abby interrogated the girl. asking her a bunch of questions, some more personal than others, which mike quickly interjected. abby gave mike the idea of having y/n watch over her, instead of having to pay random strangers. mike obviously agreed.

y/n settled herself on the couch and put on a random horror movie that was on tv. she couldn't even get past the opening as her eyes closed and her body went limp from tiredness.

she grabbed the blanket at the other end of the couch before fully letting sleep embrace her.

the only time y/n woke up was when she heard the doorknob rattling. she turned slightly, to look over the back of the couch, and saw her boyfriend walking through the doorway.

"shit, were you sleeping?" mike asked, taking off his jacket and throwing it by the front door.

y/n sat up and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes, "yeah, but i can go. abby's asleep so i did my job pretty well," she chuckles.

"thank you again. and you know you can stay babe, i don't mind the comapny," michael smiles.

y/n couldn't help but notice how on edge mike looked as soon as he walked inside.

"are you okay?" she asks softly, still sitting on the couch.

mike nods as he sits down beside her, "yeah, just a long night." he leans over and kisses her cheek, causing y/n's cheeks to turn pink.

"do you want to talk about it?" y/n moves her leg to rest her chin on her knee, as mike's eyes glaze over the tv screen before turning fully towards his girlfriend.

"william was just on my ass before my shift, and vanessa had so much energy tonight, i just couldn't handle it. and it felt like time was going so slow tonight," mike's voice was quiet. y/n could tell he had a rough night as he rubbed his eyes.

y/n leans forward and turns off the tv, making mike slightly confused. "is there anything i can do to cheer you up?" y/n stands in front of mike and holds her hands out. he immediately takes her hands in his as he stands with her. mike leans forward and kisses y/n's forehead.

"can you just stay here tonight?" mike's voice almost seems desperate, as if y/n's presence was the only thing keeping him going right now.

y/n nods, "i'll always stay if you ask me to," she smiles as mike closes his eyes and rests his forehead against hers.

"was abby okay tonight?" mike asked, pulling away, but still keeping their hands connected.

"she was good, until trying to get her to go to bed. but you didn't hear that from me," this caused mike to let out a small laugh.

the couple, with one of their hands linked with each other's, went down the hallway. mike stopped y/n and opened abby's bedroom door quietly. y/n stood beside mike and held onto his arm with her free hand, resting her cheek on his shoulder.

the pair were met with abby sleeping under her blanket. small snores escaped her lips. y/n leaned up and kissed mike's jaw, before whispering, "c'mon, i know you need sleep just as much as she does."

y/n pulls mike into his room, which was at this point their shared room. mike had two drawers of his dresser specifically for y/n, vice verse in y/n's room. mike stepped into the bathroom and they both got ready for the night, in the most comfortable clothes they own.

y/n was already laying down under the sheets once mike came out of the bathroom. even laying there, he thought y/n looked so effortlessly beautiful.

"why are you staring at me like that?" y/n asks as she watches mike slide into the bed next to her.

"what? i can't stare at my pretty girl?" mike leans forward and kisses y/n on the lips, as he brings his left hand to her cheek. he rolls over, so his right arm is on the mattress, as he hovers over y/n. her hands move to his waist, slowing moving to his lower back.

their lips molded with one another's, and y/n could almost sense the stress leaving mike's body.

mike barely pulled away, leaving little to no space in between the two, "i love you so much."

y/n smiled, "i love you too."

she leaned up to kiss him once more, and mike playfully rolled his eyes while moving to lay down beside the girl. mike loved falling asleep while holding onto y/n's waist, because he knew she was safe.

#michael schmidt #fnaf #fnaf movie #mike schmidt #abby schmidt #mike schmidt imagine #michael schmidt imagine #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you

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dandylovesturtles · 2 months

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I should be asleep lol

Immediately post-S2

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Donnie grew up in the sewers, so maybe he has no room to judge, but Draxum’s apartment is pretty terrible.

The first night - after they defeated Shredder, with their home so destroyed they couldn’t return, Draxum had (only a little begrudgingly) offered them a place to stay - Donnie had been so tired he hadn’t given it a second thought. He’d collapsed in the nest of blankets and sleeping bags they’d made and slept blissfully through the night. He learned the next morning that Raph had not gotten much sleep at all, too keyed up and full of adrenaline, but the rest of them had conked out immediately.

The second night, Raph had joined them in sawing logs. And they’d all slept soundly through the third night, too. But now it’s night four, and Donnie’s finally well-rested enough to realize that everything is very wrong.

The sheets are a different texture. The thermostat is set too low. The ambient sounds of the apartment building are not the ambient sounds of the sewer.

His dad’s snores from the couch and Raph’s deep rumble are familiar, at least. Both of them are out, Splinter the first to fall asleep that evening in front of Draxum’s crummy TV. Even Leo is asleep again, his insomnia yet to rear its ugly head, and Donnie can’t help but be a little jealous.

And of course, Mikey can sleep anywhere and anytime, so Donnie knows without even looking that he’s asleep. It’s just Donnie awake, then, staring at the ceiling and trying to will away the persistent itch of incorrectness.

At least, that’s what Donnie was thinking, until he hears a distinct sniffling noise from the pile of sheets that is his little brother.

Donnie goes as still and quiet as he can, listening closely. Maybe he just misheard? No, but that was definitely another sniffle… and the mound of sheets is quivering, now.

Mikey is crying. Donnie’s little brother is crying, and he may not be the one who usually handles these things, but Donnie is still a big brother, and more importantly he is the big brother who is awake.

He sits up, blanket draped around his shoulders, and carefully scoots himself around Leo’s tangle of limbs. Then he flops down next to Mikey’s mound, reaching out to lay a hand on top.

“Mikey?” he whispers.

There’s some shuffling, and then Mikey’s face peeks out from under his sheets. His eyes are wet, visible even in the dim light of the room, and he keeps snorting. Donnie makes a gallant effort not to flinch at the sound.

“Dee?” Another sniffle. “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I was already awake.” He rubs at the mound, for all the good it will do. “Are you okay?”

Mikey snorts hard, then blinks furiously to banish his tears. It doesn’t work. “I’m fine,” he insists, but it comes out hoarse and stuffy.

Donnie holds up a finger, then pushes himself to his feet. He pads across the apartment to the coffee table they’d shoved aside to make room and retrieves a box of tissues that he brings back, setting it pointedly in front of Mikey.

Finally, Mikey sits up, letting the sheets pool around him. He pulls out two tissues and blows his nose as quietly as he can - it’s still pretty loud, but Splinter’s snoring covers it up.

“Thanks,” he whispers once he’s done, tossing the balled up tissues to the side. Donnie pointedly ignores them (no matter how gross) and focuses on the matter at hand.

“What’s wrong?” he asks, not giving Mikey an out this time.

Mikey chews his lip. “It’s just… hitting me finally, I guess.”

Donnie tilts his head. “What is?”

“That… that the lair’s really gone. That we’re not going back.” New tears spring to his eyes, and Mikey grabs another tissue. “It’s just… I mean, we saw it yesterday, but… I don’t know. It’s l-like I didn’t really g-get it until right now.”

His voice is wobbling hard by the end. He chokes off a sob, rubbing his nose furiously with the tissue. Donnie knows that there’s definitely snot on Mikey’s fingers and probably his arms, too, but he can’t watch this anymore. He offers Mikey a hug, his arms barely open a second before Mikey is throwing himself into it.

As Mikey holds onto him and cries, Donnie thinks about the day before (well, really the day before the day before - it’s after three AM, now). They’d gone to the lair, to see what they could salvage. Everyone had been subdued; even Leo wasn’t managing to joke like he normally would. Only Mikey was still upbeat, able to see the silver lining in every cloud, cheering over every item they found that was still intact enough to bring with them, encouraging them to come back later and look for more.

Maybe they’d been a little too complacent that Mikey was going to be okay, after all that. But of course he isn’t; he loves their home as much as the rest. Sewers and all.

“We’re homeless, aren’t we?” asks Mikey after a minute or two. Donnie hasn’t really thought of it like that, but now that Mikey has said it, he knows he can’t refute it.

“In the technical sense, yes,” he says, and regrets it when Mikey bursts into a fresh round of tears. For the first time in his life, he abhors technical correctness.

But while it may be correct in the technical sense, what about other senses?

Donnie pulls Mikey down onto the sleeping bag, then works the sheets and his blanket over the both of them. Finally, he snakes a hand around to grab another fistful of tissues for Mikey, passing them over without dislodging Mikey from his hug.

“Do you know what I think Dr. Feelings would say, if he were here?” Donnie asks, once they’re both settled.

Mikey blows his nose again, then peers up at Donnie. “What?”

“I think he would say that home is where the heart is. As long as you’re with me, and Leo and Raph and Dad, you can’t be homeless.”

He delivers this with a great amount of conviction, so he can’t help but be a smidge irritated when Mikey laughs.

“Hey! I’m trying to help!”

“I know!” Mikey giggles, burying his face against Donnie’s plastron and lightly head butting into his chin. “That was a really great Dr. Feelings, Dee. Thank you.”

“…Hm, well, I was just passing along his recommendation.”

Mikey hums. There’s still a bit of a wheeze from breathing through a stuffy nose, but he sounds like he’s stopped crying.

“Hey, Donnie?”

“Yeah?”

“Love ya.”

“I love you, too.”

Sleep doesn’t find Donnie that night. But it finds Mikey, and he considers that a win.

#rottmnt #dandy fanfiction #rise Donnie #rise mikey

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courtingchaos · 9 months

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Sleepy

Eddie Munson x Fem Reader

It’s just a handjob blurb 🎉

NSFW 18+ No Minors

It started out innocently enough.

His head on your lap after a long day, the hum of the tv lulling him into a half sleep while your fingers dug through his damp hair. You spent your time separating the curls and gently detangling the knots while he dozed with his cheek pressed into your thigh, his hands tucked up under your leg. Every shift of his hair stirred up the aussie shampoo he’d stolen from you and it made you smile like the little sounds he made as he drifted in and out of consciousness made you smile. He’s heavy against you, fingers twitching every so often under your thigh, his shoulder pressed tight to you.

The last of the tangles come undone between your fingers and his hair lays fluffy and almost dry along his back. You think about sliding out from under him and letting him rest while you get ready for bed but instead you let your hand fall on the crown of his head. He hums at you when your fingers dip through his hair and graze his scalp. You scratch lightly and he rolls back into your hip, the corner of his mouth pulled up into a grin.

“That feels good.” He mumbles, face still pressed to your leg. His breath is hot through the thin material of your nightdress when he sighs deep as your fingers run down the back of his head. You watch goosebumps trickle down his arm and repeat the motion, getting another sigh out of him that slips through his teeth.

“I like it when you play with my hair.” He turns to look up at you with bleary eyes, sleep still trying to vie for his full attention.

“Yeah?” Another drag of your fingernails from the base of his skull to behind an ear. He almost whines, a muted sound he keeps muffled in the back of his throat. He just nods and pushes his head further back against you while he stretches his legs out over the other arm of the couch. His foot bounces to a beat only he hears while you lazily drag your fingers through his hair until his hand wraps around your wrist to pull it towards his mouth.

“Oh are we done?” You ask with a smile and he just pulls your wrist to his lips to press a dry kiss there. He trails a few up the inside of your arm and back down to the middle of your palm while you sneak your other hand back into his curls. “I wasn’t done.”

“Oh?” He raises an eyebrow lazily that quickly turns into a delighted frown when you tense your hand. A light grip on the crown of his head and you give him a little wiggle, enough that he laughs. His grip on your wrist slackens and you pull your hand out to land on his chest.

“Mhm.” Another little tug of his hair before you walk your fingers down his chest like a lazy tarantula.

He settles when you tug his shirt up to run your fingers over the sliver of skin and when you run a nail lightly along the waistband of his pants he rolls his head into your side to muffle his soft groan. He chances a glance up at you and immediately feels a blush dust his cheeks when he sees you staring down at him.

“What?” You smile, mischief in the squint of your eyes.

“You know what.”

Your fingers dip just under the waistband of his black sweats. “I have no idea.” His skin is soft and warm against your hand that keeps its slow course down.

“I’m already half asleep.” He says while canting his hips up into your touch when you graze the coarse hair.

“All you gotta do is lay there then.” Fingertips find hot, soft skin already firm but when your palm wraps around him his cock jumps and he laughs around a groan.

“Oh that’s it?” He asks breathily, voice hitching when your soft touch turns firmer. “Just gonna use me like that?”

“I’m not using you for anything, I’m trying to give you something.” You only take your hand off him for a second to nudge his waistband down but he’s whining, grabbing your forearm with both hands. He holds on when you lift your hand to lick your palm, his eyes cracked open to watch you. His thumbs rub along the soft skin inside your elbow and when you wrap your hand around him again he gasps at the cool, wet touch.

“W-what’d I do the earn this?” Stuttered words quiet when he shoves his face into your side again to pull the fabric of your dress between his teeth.

“Nothing.” A slow pump of your hand, finger tips straying down to gently pull at his balls. “I just wanted to touch you.” An open palm against his leaking tip and you come away with more slick, the sound audible now. “I missed you today.” The fingers still wound in his hair flex and pull a little, just enough to make him hiss into you. Muffled and damp through the cotton while your other hand slowly picks up pace. Eddie whines, hot in your hand, flushed and red and even if he is half asleep his full attention is on your movement.

“Doesn’t take much, does it?” Another tug of his curls and he throbs in your hand. He sinks down further, into the cushions and into your lap, neck rolling along your thigh. You stop with your slow teasing, hand moving steady up and down and he shudders. Between your two hands you have him trapped in a haze, somewhere between sleep and arousal. He rolls his hips up into your palm, sure thing at first that quickly turns frantic.

If anything, he’s using you tonight but that’s the point.

You coo at him and his noises and he grips onto your elbow like a lifeline, breath coming hard through his nose.

“You close?”

He can’t answer with full words, just a nod against your leg and a tightening of his fingers.

“How close?” You slow your hand for a moment and he makes a noise deep in his chest.

“Don’t tease.”

“But it’s fun.” You grin at him blushing and gasping and you couldn’t hold out on him if you tried. You speed your hand up and he sounds like he’s choking on a sob just before he comes. His fingers dig into you and your hand in his hair holds him down, a little string of mumbled curses spilling out of his lips.

“See?” Nails against his scalp, light lines that make him shiver deeper. “Just had to lay there.”

“Yeah and make a mess.” He looks down at his shirt and your hand, sticky and wet. Wordlessly you slide out from under him to grab a towel and in the minute you’re gone he’s back in that twilight sleep, leaving you to clean up. It’s fine though, you know he’ll wake you up in a few hours to return the favor.

#Eddie Munson Smut #Eddie Munson Fic #Eddie Munson #My Work #My Fic

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cumulo-stratus · 3 months

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reader being flustered at small touches from Spencer? like touch-starved spencer who would be all over reader when alone?

Fantozzi[s.r]

The BAU decides to have a movie night at Rossi's house, and Spencer you and Spencer find a quiet corner to sit in. You both fall asleep and cuddling ensues..

WARNINGS- established relationship, pronouns used, mentions of alcohol

Spencer reid x male reader ][ fluff, secret relationship ][ masterlist

a/n- ugh this is so cute, i know it's a little different but i hope you enjoy anon!

1.3k

It was a quiet night at Rossi's. The team had gathered for a quiet night together, and Rossi graciously offered up his mansion.

By 8:30, everyone had arrived and was gathered in the large living room sipping on various drinks from cocktails, to seltzer. You and Spencer arrived together, as you had driven him straight from the office after finishing the never ending paperwork.

Everyone was spread out on the various leather couches, settees, and chairs. You and Spencer had found a spot next to each other on a large chair. Spencer was sunk into the large saggy chair, and you were perched on the wide armrest, leaning against Spencer's side, a seltzer in your hand. Spencer's hand loosely gripped yours discreetly at your side.

Spencer got clingy when he was tired, and by clingy I mean touchy. But you guys had not exactly told the team about your relationship yet, so Spencer had to settle for discreetly holding your hand.

Neither you nor your boyfriend had been paying much attention to the conversations going on around you, until Penelope called you and your boyfriend's name.

“Brainiac, Pretty Boy, we’re watching a movie for team bonding! What do you wanna watch?” Penelope's voice was giddy as she yelled across the room to the couple. Everyone gave a collective eye roll when she said team bonding, as while you and Spencer weren't paying attention, there had been extensive arguing over watching a movie, and penelope's main argument was that it would serve as “team bonding”. Everyone dismissed it first until hotch nodded and agreed with Penelope- it was settled.

“Derek wants to watch die hard, and although I love my chocolate thunder- no. JJ thinks 10 things i hate about you, and Rossi wants to watch some old italian movie-” Penelope was interrupted in the middle of listing the options by an annoyed Rossi, “its Fantozzi actually, a cinematic masterpiece of the 70’s..” Rossi would've continued, but Penelope waved him off and continued listing.

“And I think we should watch the princess bride, aka the best option!” Penelope spoke with a giddy glee, but her face fell when Spencer gained a look of confusion and asked what that movie was about.

“You’ve never seen Princess Bride?? Spencer Walter Reid- I demand we watch it right now.” Spencer was a little taken aback by Penelope's insistence, but obliged, agreeing to watch the movie.

Not 30 minutes later, the lights were off and Rossi tried to figure his own TV while JJ made popcorn. Eventually Penelope just took the remote out of Rossi's hand, tired of him struggling.

“I'll take that as my cue to get popcorn” Spencer said as he lifted himself with a heave from the large leather chair. But you grabbed his arm with a pout on your lips at the loss of warmth, “where are you going?”

Spencer chuckled lightly, giving your hand a reassuring squeeze as he comforted you, “well you want popcorn right?” Spencer's tone was a bit teasing, but loving nonetheless.

“fiiiine!” You let go of Spencer's hand and sigh dramatically, flopping back into the large leather seat as Spencer turns his back to you, chuckling, to get popcorn.

A few minutes later, Spencer returned with a big bowl of buttery popcorn and a blanket he'd picked up on the way in his arms, a timid smile on his lips.

Your face lit up despite the now dark room when your boyfriend entered. “Popcorn!!” You spoke with glee and Spencer smiled at his boyfriend.

Everyone began to take their places and you and your boyfriend settled in next to each other. There was a blanket over you and Spencer's laps, and the large popcorn bowl sat on top. Spencer leaned into his boyfriend's side, causing you to blush a bit at the contact, feeling heat creep up your cheeks.

The movie started, and everyone was silent, enjoying the movie. And by the time they had gotten to the fight scene on the cliff, the amount of comments you heard coming from your right had died down.

When you noticed the lack of facts about fencing, or the architecture, or something, you looked down at your boyfriend, to find him half asleep, his chin resting on his fist.

His eyes were half closed, and he took long blinks, before perking up again for a second.

“Spence?”

The sound of your voice startled him, causing him to jump a bit and rub his eyes saying, “yeah I'm awake- I'm here-” your boyfriend was very clearly not very awake.

Less than a minute later, Spencer was falling asleep in his hand again. You just sighed and smiled to yourself knowing he needed the sleep.

By the time you got to the halfway point in the movie, you felt a weight slump against your shoulder. You didn't have to look to know it was Spencer.

You could already feel the heat creeping up your cheeks and behind your ears at the contact. Spencer was clinging to you like a koala, which he tended to do in his sleep often.

Spencer didn't get a ton of physical love as a kid, and not much as a teen and young adult- so meeting you was a bit of a change. But a very welcome change.

Spencer shifted a bit, and his face was now tucked into your neck, his arms were wrapped tightly around you, and one of his legs slightly overlapping with yours.

You were a puddle pretty much, but your head was on a swivel, making sure your coworkers were too absorbed in the movie to notice the two guys cuddling in the back.

But that didn't last long as within minutes your head had dipped down to lay on Spencer's, your eyelids getting heavier by second.

Finally, the weight became too much and you let your eyes stay closed this time, drifting off peacefully as you snuggled farther into Spencer, forgetting where you were.

Spencer was woken up by the lights being turned on, blinding him a bit despite his eyes being closed. Still half asleep, Spencer grumbled a bit and shifted around, trying to stuff his face further into your shoulder to block out the light.

But what caused him to lift his head from the warmth and peace of your neck, was the sound of giggling and the click of a photo being taken. When Spencer finally managed to peel his eyes open, he found most of the team staring at him. And then he remembered why they were probably staring.

there were some mixed reactions, as previously mentioned- penelope was giggling to herself at the photo she had just taken. Both JJ and Emily had unsurprised smiles on their faces. Your boss smiled at your boyfriend and shook his head slightly. Rossi just didn’t care, more interested in his cigar.

Spencer was finally awake enough to register what was going on and blushed, hard. Even the tips of his ears were pink as he tucked a piece of hair behind it like he always did. Spencer looked down, stuttering.

“I- well, he was tired and he- he didn’t mean to fall asleep on me and-“

Derek cut him off, “so, pretty boy and brainiac huh, took ‘em long enough,” Derek was dismissive, it was no surprise to him. He didn't miss the glances you threw at each other from across the room.

You were blissfully unaware of what the whole team had witnessed as you finally came too, mumbling something about five more minutes to spencer. Spencer couldn't help but have a lovesick smile on his face at your cuteness, the big strong FBI agent with a gun- grumbling about five more minutes in the lanky genius’s arms.

The End

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carmenberzattosgf · 3 months

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we need to hear your thoughts on carmy with his gf in sub space !!! he’s such a dommy guy :(( i’d feel sooo safe with him. sexually and honestly even non-sexually! just being fuzzy with carmy :(

This has actually got me thinking on non sexual subspace with Carmy omg. ( I promise the full on sexual one with impact play is coming soon 😭 unforch I am a college student and have minimum free time)

Carmy makes you feel so so so safe. He cares for you so deeply, making you your favorite foods. When you fall into subspace with him it’s when your with him on the couch watching your favorite comfort show.

It had been a long busy week for the both of you, hardly having a spare second to be with each other. It’s his first evening off in weeks, and Carmy wants to spend it with you at home. By this point, he’s already made your favorite meal for dinner. He normally hates cooking off the clock, but for you? He will do it every single time.

After dinner he guides you over to the couch, laying on the couch first so he can wrap his arms around you. He already has the show loaded and ready to play on the tv.

Next, he takes a blanket and lays it over the two of you. You can practically feel all your worries melting away as Carmy wraps his strong arms around you, running his hands down your skin. The moment is silent. Just the both of you focused on the tv, relishing in the time together.

It’s when Carmy begins running his fingers through your hair that you start to slip. His movements are delicate as his hands move through your locks of hair. His rough fingertips massage at your scalp, and you’re done for, fully giving into that fuzzy feeling. You’re safe with him, wrapped up in his arms, so you let the world blur around you.

Carmen realizes what’s happening when your breathing becomes slow and deep, and when you basically melt against him. At first, he thinks you’ve just fallen asleep, but he leans over to see your eyes open, glazed over at the TV.

“Baby?” You don’t respond on his first attempt, too far gone to realize he’s talking. He brings his hair down from your hair to cup your cheek. His thumb strokes gently on the skin. “Baby, you with me?” He’s careful as he shifts his hand so your gaze meets his. Your pupils are blown wide as you look up at him. You can’t speak right now, and he knows that. “You feeling floaty? I’ve gotcha, sweetheart. You’re safe with me. Always safe with me. Won’t let anything happen to you.”

Carmy lets your body settle back into him and he goes back to rubbing his hand at your scalp, slowly dragging his fingers through your hair. This continues on until you both fall asleep in each other’s arms with the show still playing on in the background.

#carmen berzatto x reader #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #the bear fanfiction #carmen berzatto smut #carmy berzatto smut #the bear #asks #thoughts #brain rot

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stardustloserdoll · 6 months

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oooh what if the reader is gustavs sister and gustav brought her to the kaulitzs house to meet his band and tom falls inlove with her,

and she fell asleep in his room.

could you write a oneshot how he would react? and if you could do like he covers her with blankets and falls asleep with her in the same bed bla bla bla you do the rest babe!!

Basically just fluff.😭😭

super cute🫶

best friends sister

female reader

“i don’t know why you want to meet them, they’re so annoying.” gustav said rolling his eyes as he knocked on the door. “from what you tell me they seem like fun to be around.” i smiled looking up at him.

“coming!”

as the door opened a boy with black hair answered.

“oh hey you made it!” the boy smiled stepping aside to let us in. as we walked in i looked around the big house in awe.

the boy came in front of me extending his hand out to me. “hello you must be y/n. gustav told us so much about you! i’m bill.” bill smiled going to shake my hand. “you’re very pretty! i love your makeup by the way.” i blushed saying thank you, shaking his hand. “everyone’s in the living room i’ll introduce you to them!”

“guysss they’re heree!” bill sang as he neared the boys on the couch watching tv. both of them turned their heads waving at me. “come y/n.” bill said waving me over to follow him.

“this is the one and only y/n.” bill said as he put an arm around my shoulder. “hey i’m georg, nice to meet you.” he smiled standing up shaking my hand. “hey nice to meet you.” i smiled, glancing over at the boy next to him seeing he stared at me his mouth slightly open. “and that’s my twin brother tom.” bill said less enthusiastic. “hi.” i waved shyly at the boy.

‘a twin? and hes cute’

“tom don’t be rude.” bill said flicking his forehead. “hey.. i’m tom.” he said standing up fast shaking my hand but holding onto it for a while.

“gustav told me you play?” i nodded my head “yeah i do actually. i kinda suck though.” i laughed putting my hands in my pockets. “nah i bet you’re good.” tom smiled playing with his shirt.

“wanna see my guitars?”

“this one’s my favorite one.” tom said handing me his white guitar. “oh this one’s cool.” i said examining it as i sat down on his bed, an awkward silence between us.

“you seem pretty cool y/n.” tom said sitting down next to me. “you are too tom.” i said putting down his guitar turning towards him. we both smiled at each other blushing leaning closer until…

“TOM.”

“god damnit.” tom groaned rolling his eyes “be back soon.” i nodded as he ran out the room closing the door.

“hey y/n i’m back. that took longer than i expected, so wanna-“ tom closed the door looking over as y/n was curled up asleep on his bed. tom quietly walked over and put a blanket over her. “tom.” she answered groggily slightly opening her eyes. “come here..” she whispered lifting the blanket up for him to get in. as tom lied down next to her she got closer to him hugging him. smiling tom wrapped his arms around her closing his eyes.

“i’m gonna kill him.” gustav mumbled to the boys. “no gustav! look how cute they look!” bill whispered smiling.

#tokio hotel x reader #tokio hotel x you #tom kaulitz x reader #tom kaulitz x y/n #tom kaulitz x you #tom kaulitz

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night-dazai · 4 months

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How do you feel about writing for long-haired bsd men (Shibusawa, Sigma, Kunikida, Fyodor, Fukuzawa, Nikolai, Rimbaud, etc. YOUR CHOICE!!) with a reader who just wants to play and style with their hair yk?

(I desperately want to give Sigma a high bun)

I SAW YOU WANTED SOME REQUESTS AND IDK THIS IDEA CAME UP TOO FAST FOR ME...

Sigma:

This pure angle will let you do whatever you want, be it playing with his body or his long hair!

He does not have much of an opinion or likes or dislikes about his appearance so his hair was none of his concerns until you came into his life.

“Sigma love !” you would shout seeing how little he cares about it “It's so beautiful making you look like an angel, no . YOU ARE AN ANGLE “ you would say opening your arms wide like he was some celestial being.

He would giggle at your cute actions, his heart would be filled with nothing but love and adoration for you, for you loving him meant the whole universe.

While getting ready for dates he would let you style his hair any way you want “ you look lovely !” you would squeal “If you say so “ he would bow so gracefully making your heart jump out before kissing your hands “Do you like this ?” he knows how much you love it when he does it “ don..dont tease me “ you mumbled embarrassed.

At home watching TV your hands are always on his soft locks untangling and playing with them, massaging his head if he comes home very stressed from the casino and more.

His favourite way to relax is to have you massage his scalp with your soft hands.

Want to turn him on , just go sit on his lap and tug at his hair while you kiss him, he looks at you with a red face “ we are outside dear “ his voice braking with your bold actions “ then love make sure to take care of me tonight “ you would say taking a few strands and kissing them making the man more flustered.

During sex when he eats your pussy oh my he loves the way you tug at his hair telling him to stop “ love but you have not cum “ he would say mouth still placed on your cunt sending vibrations throughout your body “ please..sigma.” you tugged harder making him moan right into your cunt .

Kunikida :

This blonde will first think you are gonna mess his hair the moment you reach your hands “ did Dazai tell you to mess my hair ?” he might look like a yellow cat on guard.

But once you explained how you love his hair he would be embarrassed for thinking like that “ huh..sorry “ he would hide him mouth (that does not mean you sit quiet while Dazai feeds crazy ideas into your head)

At home he loves to get head massages for you or let you wash his hair, it might take a while but he will soon let you do anything you like at home mostly.

If going outside he would not let you fool around but if you an enernest to style his hair in a different braid or any other style it ; man’s your doll setting stiller than any statue

Dazai and you both love to pank him and tie a ribbon on his hair while he falls asleep from exhaustion.

There are times he would could come home and just fall POLP ! his head on your lap as you massage he falls asleep, if he is very tired he would just drag you to the couch at the agency.

Fyodor:

This man here does not have too long hair but his hair is long.

He is a workaholic, not a question so self-care kinda goes into a question mode and thats when you come in .

You love it when he has longer hair, you can exactly braid it but you surely can put two tiny pigtails.

The first time you asked him this he gave you the weirdest expression “ what ?” his face was blank like blank while Nikolai was laughing his hat off.

This man just stares at you for a while and is like “Don't care but throw the joker out “ he says and following his command at Nikolai, he lets you do your thing.

Sometimes his hair does disturb his work but he does not have time to get a haircut he needs to kill people dear ! so you do it , head massages, hair trimming anything you do it. His hair can have a lot of damage with the wya he does not take care of them it wont be soft but sure feels good .

It is not every day he lets you play with them but secretly loves it and clams him a great deal when too stressed but would never admit it .

Fukuzawa:

This elegant human is a walking symbol of class “ can I style your hair today ?” you ask shyly cause come on what if he says no? What if he does not like the way you style it ?!

But his lips pull into the most lovely smile “Sure darling “ he says and sitts down in front of you , his hair is soft, soft SOFT!(no one can change my mind)

He takes good care of himself, he will let you play with his hair in your alone time cause what else could he want other than your beautiful smile “ you seem to be enjoying yourself “ he says making you stop tying ribbons on his head “ sorry ..you don't like it ?” you asking pulling your hand back while he holds your hand “ never said stop.

Sometimes you and Ranpo can have competitions as to who can tie a ribbon on his head while he sleeps and mostly both of you do a lot and the moment he wakes he is surprised by the way everyone is smiling and giggling around him “What’s the good news?” he asks.

Dazai opened his phone camera “ you look lovely director “ he said holding back his laughter while Fukuzawa's eyes darted to you and Ranpo laughed “ sorry it was his idea” you said pointing at Ranpo still laughing.

Fukuzawa cannot even get mad at you I mean look at you having fun and smiling, warms the man's heart so much.

Nikolai:

This joker is one heck of a trouble cannot sit still for 5 seconds, braiding his hair? styling it ? dream about it ! is what you thought

But boy is a knight to your words “ you want to style my hair ? sure love!” he is excited.

His hair is normal not too soft or rough but a little wavy cause they are always braided.

Man's metals at your touch, soft tiny hands untangling his hair as he sits and rants about just anything.

Loves it when you hum and tune and do his hair feels like he is a normal man with his loved one getting ready to work, his life feels soo happy and peaceful at that moment too.

He would let you do whatever you want and even give weird ideas to do with his hair, make a crown? make a bird? mans off the roof if you are doing it .

Rimbaud :

This man is soft and sweet as an angel, and so is his hair soft and lustrous.

He would sit quietly when you comb or braid his hair “You seem to like my hair more than “ he would pout.

Smiling you hug his back “Well its yours after all “

He would take good care of it and would also make sure you take good care of yourself (well he is a kind mom)

He loves it like literally loves it when you help him sleep while massaging his hair or you giggle while he has pigtails on , he loves it all and he loves you too.

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bendydudeinc · 1 year

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YOU GUYS ARE INSANE. I just started writing on here like a week ago, to be honest I didn’t think I was doing that well, and I already have nearly 500 likes in total. Thank you incredibly so much for supporting me, I’m having so much fun!

Now, for a little late Valentine’s Day treat because what kind of father would I be if I didn’t feed you sluts?? February 14th is overrated anyway (all characters are aged up 18+/when they become pro hero’s)

MHA CHARACTERS AND HOW THEY’D SPEND VALENTINES DAY WITH YOU💘

Izuku

Absolutely loves spoiling his baby for Valentine’s Day ugh

Makes your favorite breakfast

Gives you head and makes you cum on his face at least twice before you get up to eat

Runs a rose and salt bath for you and gives you a massage after

Sends chocolate and flowers straight to the house for you

Sweet texts throughout the day even when you’re next to him hehe

“Hey baby you look so beautiful next to me on your phone rn”

Loves making cute home-made anniversary gifts together awh

Sends you a video of him jerking off in the bathroom as you watch TV

You send one back of you cumming on the vibrator he got you as one of your presents

Ravages you on the couch when he comes back

The cutest notes ever on all your gifts omg

LOVES home-made meals and staying in with his baby for holidays

Let’s you help will Valentine’s Day dinner and teases you the whole time

Grazes your ass or kisses your neck every time he passes you in the kitchen

Get ready for the most sensual, skin on skin, sweaty, lewd sex you’ve ever had in your life

Shower with round two after of course. Uses the shower head on you until you’re shaking uncontrollably <3

Makes hearts on your body with hickeys and takes pictures to “admire later”

Katsuki

Imma be straight up, he thinks Valentine’s Day is fucking stupid

BUT. We all know he’s sensitive. If he knows you like it, it’s all for you

Sends stuff to your work so everyone knows you’re taken

Gets you a ton of presents, boys rich

Takes you out after work to all of your favorite stores and lets you pick out anything you want

Nearly gets hard in public when you innocently pick out a cute lingerie set

Scoffs at all the cringy Valentine’s Day gifts, makes you giggle

Angrily makes out with you in public whenever anyone dares glance at you

Gets you matching boxers hehe

Gets “annoyed” and acts patronized when you get him gifts but secretly keeps them forever

Orders food to the house, prefers spending the evening alone with you

LOTS of physical affirmation. Precious boy gets nervous with words

Mmmmm body praise. Not one inch of you is left untouched or without kisses

Is touching you all evening and night long, gets you worked up over hours of tantalizing foreplay

The sex is rough, needy, and filthy. You see god multiple times throughout it

He has stamina like the devil. Can’t handle it? Yes you can he makes you handle it

Wax play

Makes you scream and cry so everyone knows you have the best fuck for Valentine’s Day

Amajiki

SWEET BABY AH he definitely likes Valentine’s Day

He’s embarrassed by it, but loves the cringy couple stuff

Makes you breakfast in bed and runs you a bath with all your fav self care products

Couples face masks and matching pjs omg cute

You both get each other a ton of gifts

So many stuffies for you

Lots of validation and kisses for both of you all day <3

Doesn’t care if you go out or stay in, just wants to be with you

Looks soooo good in a suit if you decide to go out though, teases you for it over dinner oh lawd

Long, sweet, sensual sex. Lots of switching and very vocal

Tentacles, overstimulation mmmhmmm

Loves seeing you brain dead and melting from pleasure on top of him

Loves cumming inside of you and claiming you

He’s soooo soo sensitive, could cum from your voice

So fun to overstimulate him and see his face contort in embarrassment and pleasure <3

You fall asleep in his arms, him whispering how thankful he is to have you

Mina

THE goddess of Valentine’s Day

Expects you to ask her to be your Valentine. SO excited when you do

You make Valentines breakfast for each other and watch cute movies

Shower together afterwards and suck each other to tears

Matching Valentines Day outfits or she refuses to go out in public

Valentines shopping spree, you spoil each other hella

Matching lingerie sets, you take a bunch of sexy Polaroid photos

At home couples nail and spa day

Her Valentines makeup would be amazing too omg, she’d giggle at how flustered her beauty makes you

Lots of cute pictures of her and you together are getting posted

You both leave the other persons name spelled in hickeys on your thigh

take her to all her favorite sight seeing places and bring some 🍃

Mmmhmmmm high car sex with Mina

You get mcdonalds and get stoned for Valentines dinner

You watch the sunset and 69 on your back patio hehe

Denki

I think he’d hate Valentine’s Day until he gets with you. Then he’s all over it

You wake up to him kissing down your body, marking every memorized sensitive spot

“Goodmorning sweetheart. Happy national fucking day” that had made you giggle

He insisted on making you breakfast despite your protests

He sucks at cooking. You ended up convincing him to make it together

You feed each other messy ass pancakes while trying to keep a straight face

It turns into both of you giggling uncontrollably and covered in syrup

Which turns into you spread across the table as he cleans maple syrup off of your body with his tongue

Takes you out wherever you want, but I think he’d like going to a bar

Sexy matching valentines outfits gahhh

Y’all are practically humping each other at the bar

Fucks you like a wild man in the bar bathroom when one of your dances gets him too riled up

Fucks you again when you’re home, the slow kind that drives you insane

You have a gift exchange for each other, he def spoils his baby

Gets you a ton of cringy Valentines Day stuff for you both to laugh at

Can’t keep his hands off you, touching you in some way all day

Mmm electricity play and overstimulation after you smoke weed

Shotou

Doesn’t really get the whole Valentine’s Day thing, but is happy to just be with you

Goes wherever you want no hesitation, keeps asking what else you want to do after each activity

Has his hands touching you in some way almost all day

Gets everything you look at despite you saying not to, boy has hella money y’all

Gets you two the most beautiful promise rings ever

Little simp is grinning at you all day, just can’t stop admiring you

Gets you every different flower bouquet at the store because he forgot your favorite and didn’t wanna miss anything

It made him really happy when you hung all of them up in the kitchen to dry and keep after a few weeks

He has hearts in his eyes when you show off all your new clothes for him

He ends up getting you off on his thigh and cumming in his pants

“Sorry honey. You looked so wonderful putting on a show for me.”

Oh fuck this man looks good in a suit, and he knows it gets you

Takes you out somewhere fancy for dinner and squeezes your thigh every time the waiter talks to you

Makes you cum under the table with just his finger grazing your heat through your clothes

He knows you get yourself worked up seeing him so handsome

No I don’t think you understand. He looks so absolutely sexy in a godamn suit

Finally gets you home after dinner and fucks you sensually in missionary for hours

Fills you up with load upon load

Your pleasure is his

Goes absolutely feral hearing you moan his name

“Just like that sweetheart, messy little thing. Making me feel so good.”

Aizawa

Oh lawd almighty. You’re his all day no matter what

Prefers staying home with you, needs to be all over you all the time

Deep, passionate kisses all over your body as if it’s the last time he’ll ever touch you

Marks you up real good and takes pics to admire later

Makes you all three meals and literally doesn’t let you do any work all day

Takes you out somewhere nice for dinner after you beg him, you want to dress up

He’s not complaining, he doesn’t stop checking you out once over dinner

Makes you wear something that reveals the love bites on your neck

Gives you a full body massage and fucks you in the bath when you get home

Loves the way your moans echo off the bathroom walls. Makes sure you’re loud for him

Gets you your favorite flowers and a basket full of all your favorite snacks and goodies

Leaves it on the table for you to find because he doesn’t like being sappy

Gets you a new vibrator and lingerie set to try out in front of him

Ties you up suspended in the air when you get too shy and try to cover your crotch

Makes you look at him as you cry for mercy and beg him to remove the vibrator from you

He doesn’t, loves the way you soak through your lingerie as you gush into your underwear over and over

Licks the mess off of you and proceeds to give you head for another hour of overwhelming sensitivity

#mha smut #deku smut #bakugou smut #todoroki smut #denki smut #aizawa smut #izuku smut #katsuki smut #shoto smut #kaminari smut #mina ashido #mina smut #shotou todoroki

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theold-ultraviolence · 1 year

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Lots of emotional/smutty fluff with modern!aemond dealing with all his emotional scars with his with his girlfriend maybe as a fic? You have my favorite modern aemond

"I'm About To Make You Feel" • Modern!Aemond Targaryen x reader

Summary: Aemond takes a comment that you make about an actor's eyes to heart. CW: hurt & comfort, fingering & grinding. Words: 1.4k A/N: I was like, 'I'm working on the vday requests and cannot put out a full on fic rn, I'm just gonna write some headcanons..........and then here we are. Hope this is the right balance of emotion/smut for ya, friend, thank you for requesting!! x

His downward spiral that week begins on a cozy monday night.

Aemond had come back home from work with a couple of VHS tapes he’d gotten at the one surviving video rental store in town that he frequented. They were having an Al Pacino week special, as he’d enthusiastically told you after dinner, while kneeling in front of the TV in your shared apartment to plug the VCR to the TV. He’d rented copies of Dog Day Afternoon and Serpico.

When everything had been set, you’d brought a couple of hot drinks and blankets to properly nestle yourselves on the couch and unwind after a long day.

“Gosh, Al Pacino was so hot in the 70’s, wasn’t he?” You murmur idly, to which Aemond only hums in affirmation.

And then you wince, the second it leaves your mouth, realizing what you’d said a second too late. “It’s the eyes! He has such big, dreamy eyes!”

“Hmm.” Aemond tenses a bit, but keeps on watching the film.

You turn to look at him with fear that what you’d said had bothered him somehow, but his profile looked calm, with his lips pursed in their usual pout and eye glued to the screen as Al Pacino screamed at the cops circling the bank he'd robbed.

You seriously did not mean to hurt Aemond, it was just something that slipped from your mind without being filtered first – you’d always loved Al Pacino for his eyes.

But then later that night, when you settled for bed, he was quietter than usual. He wasn’t distant or anything, but, by now you know perfectly well how to read his different shades of quietude.

You didn’t question him, not wanting to intrude, knowing that when something bothered him, it took him a long while to process his feelings before talking them out with you.

But then Friday night rolls down, both of you already settled in bed.

You have a habit of reading a little bit together before going to sleep. You’d finished your book before him, so he gladly takes you in his arms to pillow your head against his beating heart, while he continues to read. Your eyes had started to close – so soothed by the rise and fall of his chest.

When suddenly, you hear a little sniffle.

It's so quiet, if you were more asleep you would’ve missed it entirely. Immediately you look up at him and find silent tears streaming down both sides of his face. Something you’d discover was that the tear duct on his left eye was still intact, regardless of his missing eye – a fact that made your heart contract each time you saw Aemond in pain.

“Aemes, what’s the matter, darling?” you whisper, sitting up and tenderly caressing the side of his face, thumbs wiping away the tears.

“Nothing, just the book I’m reading.” He dismisses, and while there might be some truth there – he's reading something with a depressing plot you’d teased him about earlier – you know how it is with him. Things sometimes snowball for him, things add up until he ends up admitting to you that he might not be as strong as he makes himself out to be.

“Aemond…”

He sniffles once more, takes a deep breath and finally turns to look at you.

“Are the eyes important for you?” He mumbles.

“What?” You know what he means, and you hate yourself for it. It had been an honest slip and you hadn’t meant any harm. “No, darling! is this about the Al Pacino thing? You know I don’t care about that! You know I love you, right? All of you. I wouldn’t change a thing.”

You frame his face in your palms, leaning in close enough to kiss. “Look at me, Aemond.”

His watery lilac eye pierces you, pleads for you to take over and be the stronger one for just this moment.

“Aemond, I love you, all of you. There’s not an inch of you that doesn’t drive me wild. I think you’re the most attractive person in the whole world, and I can’t believe you’re all mine.”

You giggle, biting your lip when you see the lines of pain slowly vanishing from his handsome face.

“You’re just saying that.”

“No! I’m not! I mean it. You’re so perfect, Aemond, inside and out.”

You take his book from his hands, place it on the nightstand and straddle his lap, hands on the elegant column of his neck as you lean down to kiss his sharp cheekbones – a kiss for each one, with all the love you possess, whispering in between kisses as you trail downwards, to his angular jawline and chin. “I love every inch of this perfect face.”

You don’t mean to, but you start grinding your hips against him in autopilot, while your thumb caresses the scarred side of his face, the little dent where his eye used to be, as you kiss the corner of his right eye.

“And you’ve no dark circles under your eye, babe, what the hell do you even do?”

He huffs out a laugh – the corners of his eye wrinkling a little bit, before he closes it, relishing in your touch and snaking his arms around your waist. He plants one foot on the bed to add more friction to your grinding.

“I want you, Aemond. All of you. I want you so bad, all the time. Please, never ever doubt that.”

“You want me?” He hotly whispers against your lips – your kisses getting even more heated. His desperation to be comforted transforms into ardent desire as the minutes tick by.

“How bad do you want me?” He smirks against the corner of your mouth.

And there he is.

“You really wanna know?” You tease, kissing down his neck, nibbling his protruding Adam’s apple, and then the spot where you feel his pulse quickening frantically.

“Hmmm…” His big hands sneak underneath your pajama pants and panties, confidently groping your ass, his stroking of your skin both reverent and rough, loving and demanding.

Then he grabs the hem of both of your garments and brings them down the globes of your ass and thighs, not fully removing them just yet.

“You really wanna know?” You giggle wickedly, taking his hand and bringing it to your pulsing core. Softly, his fingers trace the outline of your pussy lips – caressing your skin before the pads of his forefinger and middle finger dip inside your soaked cunt.

He grins widely at the sensation, at your warmth, and your juices pooling around his fingers, hugging him so tightly.

Suddenly he can’t remember why he was feeling so down, when you were already so fucking wet after making out. He figures not anyone can have this effect on you.

He remembers that the first time you had sex, you’d confided that you had a hard time getting aroused after being single for so long, and being so accustomed to the mechanical intensity of vibrators. But with him? You’ve always been so pliant and ready. A sopping puddle right here on his lap, in a matter of minutes.

And it’s all for him.

“Do you feel how much I want you? How much I adore you, and need you?” You whine as you start to undulate your hips to the rhythm of the pumping of his fingers - as you look at him, so completely debauched, with your racing heart overflowing with love.

“Oh darling…” he quietly moans, while hooking his fingers just right, so deeply inside of your throbbing cunt, making sparks fly in your vision.

With his other hand, he pulls down his own pants to reveal his erection – cockhead glistening with precum, a sight that makes you salivate.

He starts stroking himself while gazing at you passionately, before whispering in your ear. “I’m about to make you feel just how perfect you are for me, my love. I’m about to make you feel how thankful I am for everything that you do for me.”

The next morning, when the VHS tapes are due at the video store, you both step outside of his car looking absolutely ridiculous, limping your way to the returns section.

One thing about Aemond is that he’s a man of his word.

And did he make good on his promise of making you feel every hard inch of gratitude he deposited right into you.

You laugh to yourself, looking at the Serpico poster on the tape while still feeling the burn on your thighs as you walk, which makes you think...Al Pacino could never.

#aemond targaryen #modern!Aemond #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen x reader #female reader #reader insert #fanfiction #aemond targaryen x you #modern au #house of the dragon #hotd #ewan mitchell #my writing

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chaotic-mystery · 1 year

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Bestie I’d give you my right leg for some best friends dad!joel angst peppered with a lil ddy kink iykwim 🫴🦵

Bestie you ask and you shall receive <3 This got away from me but we needed a little bit of plot okay! I am a slut for feedback so tell me what you think!

WC:1.8k CW: SMUTTY SMUT SMUT (18+ only), established relationship, age gap (reader and Sarah are 23, Joels like early 40s) daddy kink ofc, pet names (little girl (it's bc shes young don't be a freak) bunny, daddy, sweet girl, baby, pretty girl) unprotected piv, shower sex, Joel gets reader off w the shower head. Let me know if I missed anything!

"Sarah, why the hell did you call him? He's gonna be so pissed at me for bringing you here" you giggled as your words slurred and you grabbed her arm for support to stand up. "He'll be fine, but we can't drive home, there's no way." Sarah told you she called Joel a little while ago to come get you both and only now was it setting in for you.

His truck roared into the driveway of this frat house and your stomach dropped, you knew shit was about to hit the fan. The breeze of the night blew some hair into your eyes as you slowly made your way to Joel and you could tell just how pissed he was by how tight his jaw was clenched. Your fingers combed the hair back into place as you opened your mouth to speak, "J-Joel I-" you started and his hand raised as he turned his head away from you. "Save your shit, I don't wanna fuckin' hear it. Get your ass in the truck. Now." Joel couldn't even look at you, he was so disappointed.

Sarah held open the passenger side door so you could climb in the middle seat of the truck, right next to Joel. She got in next to you and closed the door, your eyes on the floorboard the entire time. Part of you felt bad for dragging Sarah into this and letting her drink so much to the point neither one of you could drive home. He didn't wait for Sarah to put her seatbelt on before he was backing up into the street, his hand covering his mouth in frustration. You glanced over at Sarah as she shrugged her shoulders and rested her arm on the door, her head slowly falling against her arm to sleep. Your eyes grew heavy as you watched the streetlights in the windshield, your body jolting as you began to doze off. Joel sighed and rested his arm along the back of the seat, signaling you to lean against him. "C'mon, it's a long way from home." he muttered and you rested your head on him, his hand falling on Sarah's shoulder to give a squeeze. Drifting to sleep once more, you couldn’t help but smile to yourself knowing he still cared.

It felt like you were asleep only ten minutes before you heard the truck shut off, signaling you were back at the Millers house. “Let’s go girls, we’re home” his voice was softer this time as it vibrated his sternum that was pressed against your ear. You sat up slowly before he got out of the truck and walked over to Sarah’s side, opening the door to see her still passed out. “Can you undo her seatbelt for me sweet girl?” He nodded towards the seatbelt and you unbuckled it for him, his arms scooping her up against his chest to carry her inside. As he backed up out of the way of the door, you sat there just admiring him. “Are you comin or you feel like sleepin in my truck tonight? I’ll bring out a pillow for ya.” He joked and motioned to get out. Joel handed you his keys to unlock the front door while you walked up the driveway, your head still spinning. You got to the porch and put the jingling keys in the deadbolt, turning the key to the left and pushed the door open so Joel could bring Sarah in first.

While he was walking to Sarah’s room to put her in her bed, you wandered into the living room to the sound of the tv still on along with all the lamps. He left everything exactly how he had it when he left to go get you and Sarah because it was no where near as important as you two are to him. You told yourself you’d lay on the couch just until he left Sarah’s room but it was just so comfortable and hard to wake up. The last thing you remembered was Joel coming in and taking a big sigh at the sight of you curled into a ball on the couch. He covered you up with a blanket and left a kiss on your head before he sat back in his recliner and fell asleep.

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When your eyes opened and landed on the clock in the living room that read 7:13 AM, you groaned in annoyance and got up to use the bathroom. Your head was pounding and Sarah was still sound asleep as you could hear her snoring through the thin wall the bathroom shared with her room. On your way back to the living room you noticed Joel’s bedroom door was slightly open and his bathroom door was shut, the water running to the shower. You slinked your way into his room and shut it behind you. Light hums were coming from behind the door as you knocked a few times, "Who is it?" he asked and you opened it, going inside. "Just me." you muttered and leaned against the sink. "You gonna join me or just stand there until I'm done?" he questioned and you were instantly taking your clothes off. Joel opened the shower curtain for you and held out his soaking wet hand to help you in so you didn't slip and bust your ass. You closed the curtain behind you while he dipped his head back under the shower head to rinse the shampoo out of his hair.

He squeezed out the water in his hair and detached the shower head from the holder and let the warm water run down your body, your back gently resting against his chest. Your eyes closed in satisfaction as he moved the shower head up above you and he wetted your hair, lightly dragging his fingers against your scalp. As you turned to look at him, you wiped your face to rid the water droplets that ran down from your hair, he let the water run down your shoulders and chest. "Joel I- I wanted to say I'm sorry about last night. I didn't mean to upset you and have you come get Sarah and I. I shouldn't have gotten so drunk and put us in danger like that." Your eyes met his as he nodded his head, taking in every word you said. "S'okay sweet girl. You're gonna show me how sorry you are though, wearing that outfit when I told you not to, going to some stupid frat house putting you two in danger with those fuckin losers. You think you're sorry now, little girl? Wait until I'm done with ya." It was like your knees turned to jell-o and you had to bite your lip to hide the smirk that was trying to spread on your face.

His harsh words were ringing in your ears as he kissed you roughly, dragging the shower head down your torso, lightly spraying you with water. "Spread your legs for me bunny." Joel said against your lips and you parted your legs, bracing yourself for whatever he's about to do. His hands changed the setting on it to the one that mimics a jet stream and held the shower head upside down by your aching cunt, letting the stream of water beat against your clit. Joel pulled away from your lips to watch your excited bud finally get the attention it was desperately needing. Your quiet moans slipped passed your lips and echoed off the tile walls and Joel grunted in enjoyment, he loved watching you get off. He leaned down and sucked on your nipple, flicking his tongue against it roughly. He was sending you into overload but you loved every second of it. Your fingers tugged at his wet curls on the back of his head as his mouth worked on your nipple. The jet stream on your clit mixed with Joels mouth was making your body feel like it was in fire, you started bucking your hips against the water, your stomach caving from how deep you were breathing.

"Fu-fuck daddy please, please kiss me please I'm so close, I need you please" you begged and he let go of your nipple, meeting your lips once more. He groaned as his tongue met yours in your mouth, pushing you closer to your impending orgasm. "Ya come on sweet baby, cum for daddy, c'mon you can do it." As he mumbled his encouragement against your slightly swollen lips, your body trembled as you started to cum. You squeezed your thighs shut and Joel held your body up with one arm as you were riding your orgasm like waves. He pressed kisses against your wet hair and put the shower head back in the holder and back to the regular water setting while you came down from your high. "You thought I was done, baby? You're so cute." Joel grabbed a fistful of your hair and yanked your head back, licking up your neck stopping right under your chin with a kiss. He spun you around and you hiked your leg up on the ledge of the bathtub so he could access your impatient cunt again.

You needed him so badly, he knew it. He wasted no time teasing you and shoved his cock right inside your tight hole, groaning through gritted teeth. "You're so fuckin tight for me bunny, jesus christ. Squeeze my fuckin cock jus' like that baby, oh fuck." He pulled you against him as he started to fuck you, the water dripping over you two and his fingers found their way to your nipples to pinch them. Joel rolled your sensitive nipple between his thumb and index finger while his balls clapped against your pussy. "It's too much, I can't handle it, please" You moaned out and his hand covered your mouth, muffling your words. He bit your neck and kissed the mark he left, groaning as you squeezed his cock with every thrust inside you.

"Too much for you pretty girl? You can take it, c'mon be a good baby for daddy" Joel mocked in your ear and bit your earlobe gently as he rammed into you faster. He dipped his hand down between your thighs and rubbed tight circles on your thumping clit, making your head spin and your body weak. Joel could feel you tighten around his cock and he knew you were cumming again. "Jus' like that, that's it baby. Cum all over daddy's cock." His arm tightened around your body and pulled you closer against him as you came undone on him and his hand over your mouth to muffle your moans. His cock twitched inside you and a couple more thrusts was all he needed before he grunted with his head tossed back, cumming inside you. Joel ran his hands all over your body as he came to a slow stop inside you and kissed your shoulder over and over as he stayed inside you while he went soft. "Don't ever do that dumb shit again, do you hear me?" Joel asked as he tried to catch his breath and squeezed you in a hug. You nodded and turned to him again, pressing your forehead on his. "Promise, but we should probably finish before Sarah wakes up and catches us."

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[12:23 AM]

“are you tired?” you ask, already knowing the answer and turning away from the tv to look at aaron; who’s sitting close beside you, both of your legs tangled together under your favorite fluffy blankets.

“no, i’m okay,” he quickly denies, rubbing his eyes and sitting up straighter, turning to look at you with a new found attentiveness.

you don’t have to be a profiler to know aaron is exhausted. he just got back from a five day, draining case tonight, quietly opening your apartment door and finding you waiting on the sofa after you put jack to bed.

you always stay up for aaron to come home from cases. your bed feels awfully empty without him and when you know he’s on the way home you’re impatient and anxiously want to take care of him and feel him in your arms.

when he finally got back, aaron dropped his bag and practically melted into the couch and into your arms; lays down, desperate to hold you and feel the comforting warmth of your skin.

aaron still insisted on watching a movie you had been wanting to see for weeks, always trying to find a time to watch and relax with him but something always comes up.

aaron wants to watch it now, he wants to feel normal. he wants to give you that; a normal friday night watching a movie, cuddling on the couch after jack’s asleep. but instead, he feels exhausted and depleted, barely able to keep his eyes open. sometimes aaron feels like he’s not enough for you in so many ways.

“you’re a bad liar,” you joke, interrupting his thoughts and making aaron smile softly down at you, enjoying your laugh. time spent together can be rare, especially quiet, peaceful moments like this and he doesn’t want to miss this opportunity to be with you— even if he just got back from a long and draining case. he needs you.

but you continue knowingly, “you should sleep, honey, we can always watch this another time.” you don’t even let aaron get a chance to grab the remote as he shakes his head with furrowed brows and a frown.

“i- i just want to spend time with you,” he argues weakly, still determined to make the most of the very occasional tired nights you have together. aaron has always been scared— terrified, of losing you due to the demanding nature of his job; that it was too much for you deal with emotionally, that he wasn’t able to support you, or that he couldn’t balance a relationship with this job. aaron has never wanted to burden you with his exhausting work schedule and the stressful, whirlwind of emotions he always ending up bringing home after every case.

but you are never scared and you are never frustrated. you always make sure he doesn’t stay in his home office too long and that he eats properly and doesn’t have too much caffeine. because you want to love aaron, you want everything with him, and you trust him.

aaron knows that and is determined to never lose that, to never lose you.

you slide your hand to intertwine with his, subconsciously rubbing your thumb along his hand soothingly— something he always does for you. you stand up, smiling down at him, knowing how adorably stubborn your fiancé is. “i want you to get your rest, baby.”

aaron doesn’t respond, tired eyes dazed and staring back at you. he realizes— admits, you’re right. he looks up with you with slightly red, tired eyes and a hopeful, small smile.

“thank you,” he whispers hoarsely, “let’s go to bed.”

you laugh breathlessly, running a hand gently through his hair. he stands up and you link hands as you gently lead him to your bed. you flop onto the comfy mattress happily and wait for aaron to finish his night routine.

once aaron is safe and comfortable in your arms, he falls asleep ridiculously fast and you realize just how tired he was. his cheeks are smushed against your chest and you comb through his soft hair soothingly, admiring the faint smile that still lingers on his parted lips.

you think he’s fast asleep until he mumbles out a small, “love you,” muffled against your skin. you say it back easily, just as quietly as he did. you hug him tighter and he sighs contently and you feel incredibly whole.

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