#🤍 blurb

[haleyhunwritess]

Heyyy!!! Congrats!!! I was thinking about upset daddy bucky yells at reader and scares her (reader used to be depressed) and now she is depressed again !!! Haha too complicated!!! You are amazing 😍😍

🤍 drabble for daddy!bucky yelling at reader

a/n: thank you bubba, this might be a bit different than what you wanted but i hope you enjoy this still <33

𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐲’𝐬 𝟏𝐤 𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

"Babygirl, please let me in." Bucky begged, knocking on your bedroom door once again. The muffed sounds of your crying truly broke his heart. What hurt even more was knowing that he was the cause of them.

He knew he shouldn't have lost his temper on you. He shouldn't have taken his anger out on you. You had done nothing wrong. All you did was interrupt a meeting and he yelled at you infront of everyone. Why did he have to be such an asshole sometimes.

The look on your face when he yelled at you in the meeting room flashed through his mind. How scared and small you looked when you fled from the room. You were told it was an important meeting and you weren't supposed to interrupt unless there was an emergency. But you and Bucky had different defintions of the word emergency. He meant if you were in some form of danger or if you were hurt. But according to you, running out of chocolate milk seemed like a pretty big emergency too.

You didn't mean to disrupt his work though. You were gonna knock and patiently wait until Bucky was free to talk to you, but then one of his men told him you were at the door and he asked you to come in.

He knew that was no reason to yell at you, though he couldn't help it. The stress of work, and all the heated arguments during the meeting just got to him. He took his anger out on you without even meaning to, and now you were huddled up under a pile of blankets on your bed. He tried to open the door but it was locked. Bucky even threatened to break the door down if you didn't open it but that just made you cry harder and he quickly apologized.

"Please, petal, I just want to know whether or not you're okay. Please open the door for me." Bucky tried once again, ready to give up. However, to his surprise, you finally unlocked the door before going back to your little safe space under the blankets.

Bucky quickly made his way over to you and attempted to hug you but you wouldn't let him, "No, go 'way! I'm fine, see! Now you go!" You knew it was a bit harsh you didn't care. What he did was much worse.

"Daddy is very sorry, baby. Daddy hates seeing you cry like this, petal. I promise that won't ever happen again, will you please forgive me?" Bucky was practically begging for your forgiveness at this point, he knew he didn't deserve it but he also knew he couldn't lose you, "I promise I'll do whatever you want to make it up to you. I even got the chocolate milk my petal wanted. I can make it all nice for you in your favourite sippy, angel, what do you say?"

You shook your head, still upset that he would treat you that way infront of his colleagues and embarrass and scare you, "You were mean, daddy."

He sighed in response but nodded, "I know, baby, I know I was. And I'm very sorry for that, petal. Please forgive daddy, petal, I love you so much. It was just a very stressful day, and I know that's no excuse still so I'm very sorry. I just need some time with my petal now, please babygirl?"

You hesitantly nodded before letting him pull you into his lap. He instantly wrapped his arms around you, puling you into a tight embrace, "Daddy is very sorry, petal, i promise I'll make it up to you."

[wtfsteveharrington]

"an exploratory kiss, testing the waters between them" with Luca please!

a/n: i love luca so so bad i fear s3 has giving me horrific brain rot for him baby boy i’m knocking on ur door and getting on one knee

contents: kissing, some pda, cluelessness, all my faves

"I mean... I think we're just friends, right?"

Luca takes a long swig from his cold beer pint. Using the drink as an excuse to buy himself time to think. It was some draft IPA that was just the perfect level of pretentious where he didn’t look like a dick but separated himself from some domestic bottle. Something that would matter to no one except a man with his level of perception anxiety. Condensation dripping down his wrist which your eyes follow, trailing the drops as they roll down his forearm.

"Right. And would it be worth risking things between us to test out... Something more? Because I don't want to lose you just to find out we’re being a touch crazy.”

"I don't want to lose you either." You rush out after his sentence, shaking your head while resting your hands on your knees. The rough material of your jeans against your palms helping to keep you grounded.

It had been a half an hour since you and Luca passed some wonderful older woman on the street who needed directions. Luca was able to relay them by heart, though it didn’t stop you from double checking on your phone to ensure you didn’t send her off on a misguided path. She beamed at the two of you once she knew her way, patting Luca’s arm and asking the question that has broken the two of you ever since. “How long have you two been married?”

To which the two of you sputtered out a mess of words, none of which made any sense, and the older woman gave a tsk tsk tsk. “You better propose before it’s too late. Shouldn’t let such a catch get away.” The takes off on her journey. Both of you stood their with your jaws dropped before you finally started continuing on your path to the bar and trying to laugh it off.

But neither of you could let it go.

“We could-…“ You take a deep breath, rolling your shoulders back and strengthening your resolve, “We could kiss? That way we can feel there’s nothing there and get it out of minds.”

Luca stares down at his beer, eyeing the way the foam is slowly dissipating and contemplating his options. “Just one kiss?”

You nod, “Just one. Lips only, no tongue, nothing crazy.”

His body’s turning to you, eyes filled with apprehension. Searching your face for any sign of doubt, which he doesn’t find, before nodding back to you. “Just one. We’re realize how silly this is and put it behind us.”

Luca’s hand comes to rest on top of yours, the bar suddenly feeling so much warmer and intimate than before. Thankfully no one was paying attention to your little table tucked away in the back corner. He’s watching your breathing, watching your expression. Catches your tongue dart out to moisten your lips and he does the same.

He’s close enough now where you can feel the warmth rolling off his body, you can hear each steady breath he takes. “Just… Stop me if this is weird, yeah?”

You nod, leaning in as well until your noses brush against each other and your eyes fall closed before your lips connect against his. They’re slightly cold from his drink, hints of beer still on his lips. You stay connected for just a moment before you pull away, eyeing him apprehensively.

“How was that?”

He sucks in some air, staying close to you still. “It was, uhm, chaste. To say the least.”

There’s a flush on your cheeks at that.

“Well… I mean, We can do a real kiss if you want.”

Luca’s eyes are on yours, his hand moving to slide up your thigh and grabs ahold of it. “We should just make sure, y’know? Because that told me nothing.”

It’s a flawed plan but you’re not thinking as clearly with him this close.

Your arms wrap around his neck and you bring the two of you closer once again. Your lips finding his and you let out a soft moan as you feel his part under yours. He takes the chance to let his tongue slide against your bottom lip before slipping between your lips and into your mouth. You lace one of your hands in his hair while his free arm wraps around your waist now.

It’s his turn to groan into the kiss. The sound causes you to press your thighs together while your tongue moves along his. Your breathing is picking up and you’re convinced he can hear just how hard your heart is beating.

He tastes sweet. The IPA mixed with vanilla from the custard he kept having to taste during service. It was addicting to say the least.

Minutes, hours, days pass by as you lose yourself in him. Eventually you hear him groan, pulling back slightly to press another kiss to your bottom lip before leaning back in his chair. Beaming at your shocked expression.

Your hand comes up, fingers resting against your lips as you chase the feeling of the kiss. Oh.

Luca has to adjust himself on the seat, chuckling at the sight of you as he tries to relax his breathing. “She, uh, she might have known what she was talking about.”

Luca looks smug, even with his blushing cheeks, as he takes another drink of his beer. His hand never leaving your thigh.

[kisses4kaia]

And if request Art and Patrick threesome during a camping trip then i’m the issue

anon!! how dare you ?!??!! unacceptable—thank u for 1.7k🫂. (fwb!patrick, fwb!art, handjob, etc. mdni.)

summer was always a haze with the three of you. spending each night in a stuffy motel as you traveled vast distances for tournaments, leisure, or whatever needed tending to, got tiring—fast.

with school out of the way, you made the most of your free hours with your two best friends. but now, after two months of back-to-back games on a multitude of continents, you were all in need of a break. and according to patrick, a forest camping trip was as good as any—sexier, too, whatever that meant.

the roadtrip was an endeavor of its own, patrick’s jeep he’d gotten for his 17th birthday 3 years ago transporting the trio of you out of the suburbs of town into the outskirted woods.

and well, you may or may not have been intentional when letting them make out with you, grope, pet, and bite the whole way to the wooded mountains outside of town. however, their greedy hands were always stopped just above the golden crest of your belt. annoyingly, you’d push them off of you and hop into the passenger seat, leaving them hard and frustrated. “c’mon,” patrick groaned your name. “what’s going on, man?” he’d beg, but you’d only shrug. “just not feeling it right now, that’s all.”

but finally, when the sky was making its daily transition from enlightened to dusk, the jeep was parked in a clearing within the forest and the back was opened up. the seats were pushed down to allow for all of your car-camping gear to be set up: a thin mattress laying down the floor, pillows, throw blankets, chargers and other necessities all strewn about the stuffy car.

and after dinner (leftover wingstop from the drive), the three of you retired to your pillows, the boys’ bodies on either side of you, legs tangled in with yours.

finding serenity in the warmth of the blankets and pillows and man-sized cuddles sandwiching you, plus the owl’s call and nearly audible twinkling of the stars in un-light-polluted night sky, you found yourself latching onto a dream of a US open trophy. but, all your hopes were cut short by a soft pair of lips sticking onto your neck, sucking on your jugular.

another mouth found its way onto your wrist, kissing up your arm til it found your shoulder, at which it then moved from the blade to your shut eyelids, finally to nipping at your earlobe. you knew that had to be patrick, him never being one to stay put in one place for long.

art was needier, kisses on your neck intensifying as his middle grinded up against your thigh, whimpers leaking through desperate nips and wet pecks. “please, can you touch me?” art whispered in your ear, and you found your hand gravitating towards his waistband. “‘course, baby.”

“thank you, thanks so much,” art muttered as he felt your hand wrap around the base of his cock, starting slow as you began to pump and then sliding up to circle your thumb around the achy weep of his tip. patrick whined, feeling slightly neglected as he indulged in the lovely sounds you were pulling from his blonde friend. you were quick to move your hand from art’s hair to patrick’s need, sliding past the confines of his sweats and boxers.

you stroked them both with equal vigor, speeding up and slowing down at the same time for both boys. you knew what you were doing, and so did they. somehow, the synchrony, the knowing that the two best friends were feeling equally as good together, everything, made it so much hotter, and that much more erotic.

the best friends locked eyes with each other, nodding with that look in their eye. there was a mutual understanding between the two mindless, whimpering, males, and all it took was an unspoken three, two, one… and they were spilling their loads into their boxers and onto your hands with obscenely loud, lost in the night moans.

pulling both your arms out of the pants of your best friends, you licked both clean before sliding under the thin fleece throw blanket barely covering half of each of the boys’s bodies. “night night.” you bid sweetly, as if you hadn’t just given the pair the strongest orgasm they’d experienced in a long time.

“yeah, night, baby.” “goodnight.”

[nottsangel]

rafe filming you while you give him head and then makes you watch while he eats you out

- 🏹🤍

“look at yourself, baby.” he instructs as his tongue sloppily licks over your clit and one hand on your stomach to hold you down. you gaze at the screen with difficulty, your eyes having trouble staying open as rafe’s tongue sucks on your clit.

“my perfect little slut. look at how well you’re sucking my dick.” he growls, referring to the video you’re watching of rafe face-fucking you, his hand gripping your hair with tears streaming down your face. you clutch the sheets when he starts fucking you with his tongue, “fuck, rafe! right there” you moan out.

“hmm, you taste so good, mamas. wanna eat this pussy for breakfast, lunch and dinner. every fucking day.” he groans, his voice vibrating against your dripping core. the sensations are becoming too much— rafe’s tongue skilfully sucking your clit, his filthy words, the moans coming from the video, it’s enough to send you over the edge as you feel your orgasm washing over you, causing you to grip rafe’s hair tightly. “juuust like that. make a fucking mess for me, princess.”

all nsfw daydreams

[yourwosogirly]

enchanted - l.williamson

short lil fic

pairing: leah williamson x reader

summary: after obssesing over tiktok, you take the jump to buy the perfume that’s supposed to make your partner obsess over you, so of course you had to try it

warnings: fluff, possessive leah

“sorry, baby” leah mumbled into my neck as i grunted, shifting my body weight in bed as she moved her arm out from underneath me.

“what are ya doing up?”i grumbled, voice still groggy as i rubbed my eyes and she leaned over my body, kissing my forehead .

“shh, go back to sleep, i’m going to walk nellie”she cooed, laying my body back down against my pillow, giving me one final kiss on my lips before getting out of bed.

“come on, nells!”she called out to the dog, who ran after as she headed down stairs, dog collar in hand before exiting the house.

with the front door slamming shut from leah’s exit, my eyes fell heavy as i fell back asleep.

✰

once you had started seeing about this venom perfume all over your for your page on tiktok, talking about how it was supposed to make your partner drawn to you, you were hooked. you went straight to your basket and bought the perfume, excited to get leah’s reaction.

you were sat in your car, waiting for leah to get back. today, you had planned to go out so that you could finally spend some time together, alone on your days off. you had finished getting ready, grabbing your sunnies, placing them on top of your head from the bright day in london, and slipping into leah’s car after you finished applying your lip gloss.

you checked you watch, you knew you had enough time before leah got back, having known she had not long left and would be at least half an hour.

you pulled your phone out of your jacket pocket, setting up on the holder for it on the dash board, making sure it was at the right angle before pressing record.

you didn’t do many speaking videos on tiktok, since you had been obsessed with the app mary had convinced you to join the tiktok squad with her at one of the england camps, fans loving seeing some of your content that you posted every now and then even more so if you got leah involved. if you were going to try this on leah, you might as well video it for your fans to see.

“hey guys! i just got this new venom perfume,” you said into the camera as you started to roll the perfume on your wrists. “apparently it’s going to make leah drawn to me, makes me irresistible.”

i rolled the perfume on my neck a few times, dabbing it on all places i know that leah was going to touch me .

once you had finished applying the perfume all over, you waited in the car patiently for leah to come back from walking the dog, ready to see if it would actually work.

your leg shaked nervously as you watched leah approach the car, getting in the drivers seat besides you. “hey,” i greeted her, smiling as she kissed me softly. “hey baby.”

“what’s that smell?”she pondered with a confused look on her face as she put her seatbelt on.

“what smell?”i questioned, giggling slightly to myself, i always was a bad liar.

“something smells really nice”she stated as she continued to sniff the air while i tried to keep a straight face. key word, tried.

“my new perfume maybe?”i shrugged, as she leaned closer sniffing my jumper, leaning her head against my shoulder.

“hmm, you smell so good baby”she audibly moaned as she leaned back into her seat, forcing herself to pull away.

“you like it?”you smiled at her, seeing how she bit her bottom lip, nodding and taking your jumper into her hands, pulling us closer again.

“come here”she said as you yelped, she grabbed your arm bringing you closer as she pulled you into a kiss, smiling in between as she kept saying kiss me.

“god your irresistible”she mumbled as she nibbled on the side of your neck making you arch your back in pleasure with a moan as her veiny, large hands traveled down to your hip bone .

we didn’t even make it off the drive .

[judes-hoe]

Dad Jude when your kid comes knocking on the door at an awkward time 🤍

You had a 6 year old. They knew to knock and wait for an answer before coming in the room. So here you and Jude are, laying in bed at 7:30am about to lead to something, his boxers are halfway off and your panties are off but shirt is still on before hearing soft knocks. You and Jude let out small groans. You both quickly fix yourself before answering. “Come in.” And here is your 6 year old walking in with their stuffed animal ready for morning cuddles from mom and dad. Crawling in bed between you both. Despite you and Jude being sad your time was interrupted, morning cuddles with your little one always was happy. And let’s just say that weekend you and Jude made sure to drop them off at grandmas house to have alone time, and time to make another baby🤭.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat

[mamaestapa]

second hand smoke is fucking me up rn -

im hearing Luca ~ just soft like omg I love you sex

You’re Everything|| Luca Fantilli

• pairing: Luca Fantilli x Emma (aka the one and only Mrs. Hischier)

• summary: soft sweet sex with Luca

• warnings: SMUT! unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap!) hair pulling, some praise, luca being hot and sweet af, i think that’s all-

a/n: THIS IS FOR MY BESTIE...its mrs. hischiers bday!!! go show her some love, send her some pics of her men, its her day<3 i love you so much @emaanemaa🤍

Luca placed his hand on your thigh with a smirk plastered on his lips. His long, skilled fingers slowly trailed up your tummy before eventually resting on the side of your left breast. He reached around your back with one hand, unclasping your bra with ease. The black lace material fell from your chest, leaving you fully exposed for your boyfriend. You blushed as you saw Luca looking over your naked body laying underneath him. You were starting to grow bashful as his hazel eyes stayed glued to your figure. You tried to cover your most intimate areas from him, but Luca gently grabbed your wrists and shook his head.

It's not like he hasn't seen you naked before, but something about this specific time with Luca had you feeling a bit self conscious of you and your body.

"Don't." he said sternly, pulling your hands away from your bare breasts. HIs lips curled into a sultry smile. "There's no need to be shy, sweeheart. You look absolutely gorgeous."

Luca pulled his boxers down his long legs and threw them to the side of the bed with the rest of yours and his clothes. Your eyes fell to Luca's impressive erection. Lust filled your eyes as you eyed him, his doing the same as he eyed you. Luca leaned down to capture your lips in a soft, sensual kiss before he proceeded to ask that one question he always asked you during times like this.

"Is this OK?"

You nodded harshly, not able to wait anymore for the feeling of Luca inside you. Luca hovered over you, his chain dangling over your face as he gently grabbed your hand. He entwined his hand with yours, holding it as he kissed you with passion. Luca pulled away and lined his pelvis up with your entrance before carefully inserting himself into your dripping core. Luca thrusted into you, causing you to whine and make your hips jerk upwards at the sensation.

"O-Oh!" you gasped out at the pleasurable feeling of your boyfriend, "Fuck Luca."

Luca used a hand to grip your hips, trying to control your movements every time he trusted into you. Your nails clawed feverishly at his back as his thrusts grew more sensual and even deeper. You whimpered as Luca's cock pushed against your cervix, hitting that spot only he was able to achieve. You were overcome with a feeling of pleasure, something you hadn't felt in a while considering your boyfriend was away for a series of away games. Arching your back, you moaned out Luca's name as you grew overstimulated.

"Luca," you whimpered, making the boy above you groan. You bit back your moans as you continued. "S' too," you breathed out, "mhm, much."

"You can take it, beautiful." Luca grunted. He knew both of you were needy and deprived of eachothers touch; however, he made sure to be gentle with you. Luca was always gentle with you.

Your breathing picked up as you brought your hands up to Luca's head that was buried in the crook of your neck, sucking softly at the skin. You pulled on the strands of his messy head of dirty brown hair. Luca buried his face further into your neck, groaning softly. The vibration of his groan against your skin made your body jolt with pleasure. Both of your bodies molded together perfectly. It was like you were meant to be together, moving in perfect sync with the others movements.

You moaned as Luca picked up the pace of his thrusts. He took a hand away from your hips and grabbed your other hand. Luca was now holding both of your smaller hands in his as he made love to you.

"You're so beautiful." He said under his breath, "Taking me so well."

"Oh Luca," you moaned, your face contorting into that look of pleasure your boyfriend loved dearly. A bead of sweat trickled down Luca's forehead as he let out a grunt.

"God Emma," he said through gritted teeth as your walls clenched around his length, "you feel so good."

Your chest harshly heaved up and down as your breathing grew quicker with each thrust of his hips. You felt a familiar warmth pool in your belly. You were getting close.

"I'm so close." You whined as Luca thrusts sped up. He squeezed your hands gently as he kissed you passionately. Both of your moans filled Luca's bedroom as his hips pressed against yours.

"Luca," you whimpered into your boyfriend, "I'm gonna-mmh.” you moaned incoherently. Making Luca smirk as his chest heaved right along with yours.

"That's it," Luca grunted as he urged you to finish, "cum for me, sweets."

Luca moaned as your walls tightened around him, signaling that you were very close to coming down from your high. Within moments, you cried out in complete bliss as you came on your boyfriends cock. Luca's grip on your hands tightened as your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you were overcome with pleasure. Luca grunted as he thrusted into you a couple more times before he himself came. The two of you were now glistening and sticky with sweat. He leaned down and kissed your plump lips as you both caught your breath and came down from your high. Luca pulled away from your lips and rested his forehead on yours as you both recovered from your orgasm. Once Luca's breath evened out he pulled out of you and plopped down on the bed next to you

"That was amazing." you breathed out, chest still heaving. Luca chuckled, "You were amazing as always Emma." He leaned in to place a sweet kiss to your lips. Pulling away he loving gazed at you as he spoke, "The best I've ever had."

You blushed at his words. Luca always knew how to make you feel good. Luca opened his arms and gestured for you to come closer to him. You moved yourself closer to his body and curled up against him. You laid your head on Luca's chest as he draped his left arm around you and pulled the comforter over your naked bodies. You sighed in contentment as you listened to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

"I love you so much Luca."

"I love you more, pretty girl. You’re everything.”

hi loves!!

this is for my bestie, my platonic soulmate, one of the best writers on this app, the girl who made me buy lingerie and supports all my delulu: @emaanemaa. HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY LOVE!!! i hope you have the best day ever. i love you so much🤍🤍

i hope you all enjoyed this! this is my first time ever writing about luca, so i hope it was good for all you luca lovers ;)

more fics coming soon! as always, thank you for your love and support. you all mean so much to me☺️

[ebullientheart]

second opinion. spencer reid x reader

content — fluff. humour. reader has a rough cold. blurb. established relationship. implied fem!reader. some medical talk.

spencer takes advantage of his title.

“spencer, put it down.” you warned, approaching him slowly, “it’s not worth it.”

his eyes widened, almost dropping the medicine bottle, “don’t be so dramatic! now, sit back down and take your cough syrup.”

you sighed, falling back to the sofa where he’d had you confined since the first sign of a sore throat. at first, you’d fought him for it, trying to get dressed for work, but he’d pressed one hand to your burning forehead and all but forced you into joggers and a sweatshirt. he’d even called in sick for you.

begrudgingly, you swallowed the syrup and frowned at your boyfriend, “is this really necessary?”

he nodded seriously, “absolutely. i’m a doctor.”

you groaned, “oh stop it. i want a second opinion.”

he screwed the lid back onto the bottle and returned it to your kitchen cupboard, before clambering over to join you. once again, he felt your temperature and frowned unhappily, “opinion one, you’re very ill…”

then to your surprise, your germaphobe boyfriend leant forward and kissed you on the head, “opinion two, you’re very beautiful, and opinion three, you should stay still and let me take care of you before you unleash this plague on the rest of humanity.”

your cheeks suddenly held a similar heat to your forehead, grumbling, “i only asked for two.”

spencer shrugged, “i always say more than requested.”

“understatement,” you scoffed, recalling the ninety minute conversation you’d had that morning on the function of lymph nodes in advanced drug trials, “but i don’t mind. makes me smarter.”

a fit of coughing overtook you then, and for all his knowledge, spencer didn’t know how to take away the burning in your lungs, nor did he know how to not feel bad for that. your suffering wasn’t something he revelled in, and the thought of you going to work through this made him worried about your commitment. not that he was one to question someone for overworking themselves.

you deadpanned him after enduring his fretting, “it’s just a cold, babe, you can stop looking at me like i’m dying.”

spencer sighed, mumbling, “i don’t like it when you’re sick.”

you teased, “it’s not a picnic for me either,” but upon seeing the pained look on his face, “but i appreciate you looking after me, it’s nice.”

he surprised you again, seemingly unafraid of contracting your ‘plague’ as he sat close enough to you that you could lay your head on his shoulder. you weren’t sure where his spark of bravery came from, remembering the one time you sneezed while walking into a dusty room and he didn’t touch you for two days.

“what’s the sudden change of heart with these germs?” you poked his side, only playing. the guilt on his face, however, was unmistakable.

you sat up straight, he didn’t meet your eye, “spencer. why are you not afraid of my cold?”

he cleared his throat, “i… was sick, on our last case. i might have still been contagious when i came home, so this may be my fault.”

you gaped, “hey! you told me colds were most contagious before symptoms were even present!”

“that’s true. most contagious. they’re still slightly contagious after, especially if say, you were to make out with someone…”

“i can’t believe you.”

“i love you?”

you rolled your eyes at him, “yeah, i love you too.”

[fluentmoviequoter]

Not an official ask I guess??? More of a "this video is cute and thought it'd be funny of it was Tim or Deac and if you wanted to write something that would be cool" kind of sharing thing 😂😂

https://www.instagram.com/reel/C7zvMYKvsOf/?igsh=aXRqa2s3dmVtbWNk

Edit* I just saw the video of Noah and Lori where he says "not to invalidate your feelings.." and I freaking love them 😂

The video is so cute! I can't pick between Tim and Deacon, it's physically impossible, so have two tiny blurbs! (I should've remembered who it was but when I shared that line their names just evaporated from my mind. "Not to invalidate your feelings but you look fantastic" is still the best thing I've seen/heard in a while.) Thanks for sharing and being the awesome person you are!🫶🏼

Blurbs for Deacon Kay and Tim Bradford below!! 0.9k+ words, fluff.

Deacon Kay

“Hmm,” you hum, glancing over the top of your book at Deacon.

He looks up quickly, just as you expected he would.

“Hmm?” he repeats. “What’s that for?”

You drop your gaze and murmur, “Hmm” again.

“What’s that hmm?” Deacon inquires, a smile growing as he lays his hand on your lower leg. “Do it again?”

You make the same noise but press your lips together to hide your amusement. Deacon is great, you love him more than anything else in the world, but you sometimes forget how funny he can be. After being away from him for nearly a week while he worked on a case, you’re glad to be beside him again.

“What are your thoughts right now? Let’s see.” Deacon licks his lips as he looks at you. “The sun’s out, you’ve got a book to read, I’m finally home. What’s missing?”

When his smile reappears, you raise your brows. He can read you easier than you can read the book in your lap. Your noise wasn’t meant to become a quiz, but Deacon seems to be enjoying the charade of figuring you out, and you enjoy anything that involves being near Deacon.

“Let me hear it one more time, sweetheart,” he asks, rubbing his thumb across your calf.

“Hmm.”

“Hmm,” Deacon imitates. “From years of loving you, what I’m hearing is that you want a snack. You’ve been reading too long and now you need a treat break. Is that maybe what’s making you hmm?”

“Well,” you begin. “I’ve got a book and a handsome man beside me.”

“Right. What am I even doing here?” Deacon hooks his hands around your ankles and pulls you closer as he says, “Let’s go.”

You laugh at his attention and choice of transportation. As you sit up after his comfortable manhandling, you lean toward him.

“You know me too well,” you say.

“It’s my job,” Deacon replies. “Got the job title to prove it. And the award for best husband of the… ever.” He raises his left hand and points to his ring to reiterate his point.

“Hmm,” you hum in reply to his joke.

“Oh, no, not again. We’ll get you a snack and then you can sing my praises, all right?”

You prepare to hum again, but Deacon pulls your legs over his and stands, lifting in a bridal carry. He walks toward the kitchen, and you laugh in his arms. Humming was the best unconscious decision you’ve made since you first made eye contact with Deacon.

“I missed you,” you say as you wrap your arm over his shoulders.

Deacon hums, and you laugh in his arms before you ask, “What’s that hmm?”

Tim Bradford

Tim isn’t always the most attentive guy in the world. You get it, you understand that he’s got a lot on his mind at all times, and sometimes he just needs to tune things out and relax. Because he disappears into his own mind often, especially in his own house, you’ve grown comfortable making noise and talking to yourself under your breath. He usually doesn’t notice or acknowledge you, and if he does, he just passes you whatever you need. His sixth sense about your needs and wants was unsettling at first, but now you see it as a tangible example that Tim cares. However odd his way of showing it may be.

Tim’s arm is wrapped comfortingly around your shoulders as he sits beside you. Leaning against his side, you’re in your little world as you browse recipes on your phone. Tim has been busy at work, and you want to make him a home-cooked meal tonight.

You hum hopefully as you click a link to open a potential winner. Tim’s hand loosens on your arm, then tightens again. Your second hum, when you see another recipe link on the website, gets a different response.

“Do you need something?” Tim asks.

You hum, more of a negative mm than a real sound. Tim imitates your sound and shakes his head.

“Low tones and short, that’s not good,” Tim responds. “Can I hear the first one again?”

You turn your head toward his shoulder and draw your brows together as you look at him.

“The first noise you made. Do it again.”

You comply, though you’re unsure about why Tim is asking you to repeat your reactive noises.

“Interesting, interesting. I’m hearing some excitement, right?” Tim taps your shoulder as he thinks. “If all of my experience as a husband has taught me-“

“To Isabel?”

“Shh,” Tim interrupts. “In my experience as your husband, I’ve learned that your little hmm like that, with the extra high note at the end, is excitement. What’d you find?”

“You,” you flirt with a smile.

“Cute,” Tim murmurs. He kisses your forehead and then asks, “Did Lucy send you another video of animals hugging other animals?”

“No, I found something I want to make you.”

Tim moves his arm away from you quickly. “Then go!”

You laugh but stand anyway. Tim grabs your hand and pulls you back down beside him. He hovers above you, and you’re prepared for a kiss when he speaks again.

“Can I help?” he asks.

“Mmhmm,” you answer.

Tim rolls his eyes and kisses you. When you hum into the kiss, he does exactly what you want and turns so that you’re flush against his chest. His heart beats in time with yours, and there are no more jokes about your humming. Until you start cooking together, at least.

[totalswag]

omg I was thinking ab Tatum and little baby starkey (which I'm so happy is a boy omg!!) and i may have a few hcs which I'll definitely let you know hahahaha

So, Tatum would definitely be this over protective older sister, so it's kindergarten for baby starkey, it's only been a first few days and unfortunately he's getting bullied and when he tells Tatum, my god she's filled with rage!!! (also everyone should know my phone autocorrected rage to rafe 😭😭)

she like, kinda beats em up (not a lot bc they are kindergarteners LOL) and they now have an eternal fear of baby starkey's older sis and they never mess w him HAHAHAHA

sorry this was posted late babes 😫 but i'm super excited there's gonna be a mini drew coming soon!!! please let me know the hcs, i really wanna see them 🙈.

Tatum is very protective over her little brother (i havent chosen a name for him either) she makes it known to everyone she's his older sister that will do anything to protect him.

She was at recess with her friends when she noticed her younger brother from across the court being mocked and shoved by a bunch of boys his age. Her brother's face did not look well. 

So she pulled the big sister move. Even if it wasn't the ideal option, it was the only thing she could do in her head.

When Drew and Y/N received a phone call from their children's school, they couldn't believe what the principal stated. They grabbed the car keys and went to the school to pick up both children.

Typical Tatum being the big sister she is.

"Would you like to tell Mommy and Daddy what happened today at recess?" "Your principle called us." Drew questioned Tatum gently as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"These kids were being mean to brother, and I had to show them not to mess with him or else they'll have to deal with his big sister," Tatum exclaims, throwing her hands in the air and glaring out the car window.

Drew and you looked at each other with wide eyes.

You turned to look at your son, who was smiling. "I thanked her mommy, I love my sissy," he murmured in his small kid voice, extending out his left arm and holding Tatum's hand.

[kisses4kaia]

mmm sub!patrick gripping on your tits when you bounce up and down on him. he wouldn’t be able to keep his eyes off of ur tits bc of how much they were glistening w sweat

right! (fwb!stanford!patrick x fem!reader, you already know it’s gonna be filthy, mdni.)

patrick never asked for permission. he was unlike art in that way, taking what he wants when he wants it and only stopping to see your consent.

but he was so much like his best friend when he got to touch you. it damn near put him under a hex, the bounce of your tits in front of his face, highlighted by an afternoon glow cracking through the dorm room’s blinds. your sweat gleamed off of your collarbone and a tear swam down the valley of your breasts.

patrick never asked for permission, and he wasn’t going to start as his mouth attached to the inner fat of your left boob, swiping his tongue to catch the salty secretion and knead your right tit with a soft hand. he swirled his tongue around your nipple a few times, not neglecting her twin as his hand flicked and rolled the sensitive bud in tandem with his wet muscle. as much as patrick loved to drink in your sounds, he needed to see you, and this position didn’t provide much a view.

regrettably, his head was soon level with yours, and his hands on your hips travelled to your chest.

it’s not to keep himself on the ground, it isn’t even to pleasure you, but his gripping and kneading of the fat is for no other purpose than to feel you. every part of you fascinated him, and when your tits were shining like a sin, the most worthwhile sin at that, he had to take them in his hands and feel.

you’ve noticed his sounds have died down and his eyes have shut. poor boy, he was being fucked stupid. “open your eyes, baby,” your hands warmed the backs of his, still welded onto your chest. he nodded, a dumb ‘mhm’ muttered, but by his lack of actually obeying your imperative, you knew he hadn’t registered. “eyes, patrick. give me your eyes,” moving his finger on your breasts to run over and button at your hard peaks.

he understood this time, and as his eyes opened lazily, you sped up your pace, hips going sore but never slowing down.

“do you wanna cum?” you ask upon feeling his hips stutter up into yours, and he nods. “ask.”

patrick had the audacity to scoff. “if you don’t ask, i’ll never let you stop coming. ask,” the reiteration of the order is posed as a warning, and patrick groans at your growling tone.

“can i cum?” it seemed to pain him to ask, but you pouted pitifully at him. “what’s the magic word?”

patrick zweig never asked for permission, and he certainly never begged, but with your tits in his hands and your vice of a cunt squeezing his cock, he had no mind to hold to his self-established beliefs. “please—please, may i cum?”

he was so much closer now, so much more desperate, and you simpered at his politeness. he watches for your nod, and upon catching your go-ahead, he’s flooding the condom with warm, slimy spend and squishing your sweaty breasts together, sticking against the other before slowly pulling apart.

“thanks, mami.” he peeled his hand from your chest and kissed the back of yours, just before pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“anytime.” patrick gives you a high five after you redress and you’re gone.

[pedriscroquettes]

𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐅𝐀𝐒𝐓? – FERMÍN LÓPEZ (ft. fran garcía)

summary. making fermín jealous makes you wonder about the future.

warnings. allusions to smut, paz!reader playing with fran’s feelings, & jealous!fermín.

a/n. apart of the paz!reader universe. fiebre masterlist. (reader is nico paz’s sister)

it was a dangerous game you were playing. surrounded by all of your brother’s friends — who were also professional players — potentially watching you as you clearly flirted with their teammate. fran was an easy target clearly still infatuated by you. you thought him walking in on you with fermín would’ve scared him away but it was quite the opposite. he was also perfect for making fermín jealous, the barça player currently staring at you intently as fran wraps his arm around your waist.

your brother nico had flown out to argentina as soon as he received the call up for the national team giving you the perfect opportunity to finally see the barça midfielder. you’d posted the location of the club on your story hours ago hoping he’d show up and now he was here watching you grind on the only guy besides him who could have you. well, barely. he knew fran would never have a chance or else you would’ve done something already. it was clear you were only letting him get so close to you to make him jealous.

“hey i’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick.” you stepped back fixing your skirt that had ridden up a bit. “get me another drink?”

“yeah, sure.” he stands up almost immediately. you almost felt bad at how you were toying with him.

almost because as soon as you came face to face with the person you’d been waiting to see you’re glad you got him jealous. you study his face, a bit sweaty due to how packed it was, his cheeks flushed from the temperature, and his dark hair ruffled from partying with his friends. while you were analyzing him he was doing the same to you admiring the short skirt you were wearing similar to the one from last time.

“does he know?” he asks abruptly. making sure that the proximity between you too is too close for comfort.

“know what?” you try to hide your smirk. it’d worked. men were so easy sometimes.

“that when you touch yourself you think of me.” you feel his hand toy with the top of your skirt.

he had been referring to the countless pictures the two of you shared under vanish mode. the endless number of nudes the two of you would get off with. as well as the facetimes after he would perform great or score in a match that included endless panting from the two of you.

“how do you know i don’t send some to him either?” you tease him.

“if you did he wouldn’t be looking at you like a 14 year old kid who just discovered porn.” he scoffed.

you want to tease him again push him even more towards the edge but you had done that long when you let fran get near you. fermín didn’t wanna play around anymore. before you can utter another word he wraps his hands around your neck pulling you into a deep kiss. once you get adjusted your lips move in synch with his and he walks the two of you towards the closest wall. your back making contact with the cold wall as fermín kisses you with so much passion or hornyness.

you’re too lost in the kiss with your hands running through his hands to notice the random stranger exiting the bathroom. the door closes with a loud bang and the two of you separate from each other. embarrassment covers both of your faces and you want the earth to swallow you in that moment. that is until you look up to meet his face and the two of you can’t help but burst out laughing. the moment similar to a scene from a comedy show.

“fuck. is this moving too fast?” he says as he lets out a deep breathe. “you and me?”

you start to think about the whole ordeal. the two of you had only slept together once and now he was the only thing consuming your mind. you also barely knew anything about him at all.

“i don’t know. maybe?” you sound hesitant.

he looks at you seeing the way your face changes as you think. you’re very beautiful under the dimmed lights. you’re very beautiful in general he thinks. if he could outright ask you out he would but he couldn’t and he didn’t want to lose you.

“fuck it?” he asks

“hmm?” you look up meeting his hopeful stare.

“fuck it anyways?” he asks again.

his brown eyes hypnotized you in that moment pulling you in immediately. if your brother got mad at you fuck it. fermín made you feel all giddy inside and you weren’t ready to make that feeling go away just yet. so you grab him by his collar and kiss him. just like he did to you moments earlier. unbeknownst to you the sevilla native would only become a bigger part of your life consuming your every day life. but you didn’t care about anything else when you were with him.

[inkdrinkerworld]

omg omg hie !!! i love u sm and ty for being so amazing <3 i have a req for my bbs james or siri (or all honestly i miss my bbs) , i remember u did a blurb w siri and his whimsigothic gf and it made me so happy <333 could u maybe expand on it ? like him walking on reader making her own little spell cards (like recipe cards but for spells and on index cards) or maybe cleansing her crystals w incense and just rambling about her craft, what the moon sign is, teaching them ab their birth charts, etc?? if not it's totally okay i get it , i love you so much mwah !!

Sirius walks into the apartment smelling strong scents of orange, rose and clove.

He’s pretty sure you don’t use rose in cider, but he can never really be sure.

Toeing his shoes off, he hangs his coat on the rack before making his way to the kitchen.

He finds you in your robe, a face mask on as you’re pouring orange juice and what seems to be cranberry juice into a pitcher.

“Hi doll,” he murmurs, feet dragging as he positions himself behind you.

Sirius smells your soft vanilla scent and then something that’s uniquely you as he buries his nose to your neck. “What’re you boiling?”

The question is muffled but you hear Sirius just fine. “S’a simmer pot. The new moon’s tonight and it’s supposed to amplify love and attraction.”

You turn as Sirius locks his arms around your waist. “You tryna attract another man in ‘ere?”

His eyebrows dance as he waits for your answer, a smile hidden behind his faux serious face.

“Nope. M’good with you.” You kiss his nose and reach behind you for your glass. “Wanna try? It’s a tart cherry juice that’s supposed to help your immune system and get you to sleep easier.”

Sirius let’s you hold the glass to his mouth, swallowing barely a sip before his face twists up.

“That’s rank, doll.” You laugh as he wipes his tongue with his palm. “What’re you gonna do with that pot of herbs and fruit after?”

You shrug, drinking some of your juice. “Maybe strain it into the spray bottle?” You point to the bottle you’re referring to, that’s near the sink. “Keep it as an air freshener of sorts.”

Sirius nods, kissing your forehead. “S’long as it doesn’t mold,” his hands reach your face. “Now gimme a kiss. Think this new moon’s really working.”

[judes-hoe]

Dad Jude wanting to put a second baby in you as soon as possible 🤍

It was only a few hours after you had given birth to your baby. You and Jude were over the world to finally have your little one. The doctor came in and did a little check in and the first thing Jude asked is. “When can we get pregnant again.” The doctor gave him a bit of a shocked expression and you gave Jude a look that said ‘hold you god damn horses I just gave birth’. While Jude just stands there waiting for an answer and the doctor tells him and a year and a half before you can try again. Jude pouts at that because he just wants to have an another baby. When in reality you just had your first baby and he’s not even realized how hard it’s gonna be. The late nights and all the diaper changes. About a few weeks at home with the baby he tells you. “We can try for another baby when they turn like 3.” You just shake your head and smile at him.

Please request🫶🏻 inbox is open always even if it’s just to chat

[scudevils]

I need some fluff in my life some cooking with levi? 🫶🏿🫶🏿

cooking with levi is 1% of the time the smoothest, 5 star restaurant esq. meal and 99% of the time a complete and utter shit show. its not that you can’t cook, it’s him!! except that he absolutely believes he can cook (he cannot) and likes to try and prove himself to you in the kitchen, wether its trying to make new recipes to surprise you, minus the fact he NEVER uses a recipe because he “knows the basics of it”, or merging flavours together that should absolutely under no circumstances ever be together because he saw a “chef” on tiktok do it. and when you do finally get him in the kitchen, properly, with you leading the line he gets bored and at some point you gave up. he got the job of chopping up whatever veg you were using and the clean up and you done the actual cooking.

one of the last times you’d let him help you with the cooking part of cooking he’d nearly burnt the flat down. you’d gone out to get some last minute things, leaving levi alone, unsupervised in the kitchen (something you would never ever do again), and low and behold when you came back you could hear a beeping coming from outside. and when you got inside the first thing you seen was levi using a tea towel to “battle the flames” in his own words.

in the end you’d just ordered in a takeaway that night, thrown out the burnt pot and implemented a “no levi in the kitchen alone” rule that held up even when you moved into your house together.

[ebullientheart]

blinking. aaron hotchner x reader

content — fluff. self centred guy. bad date. alcohol mention. fem!reader. requested by @cr1minalskies .

aaron sees you from across the bar, and you are not having a good night.

it was so rare to end a case on such a high that everyone went out for drinks. often they’d all tag along if it had ended so badly that beer and company were the only solaces, but celebration wasn’t all that common. so, when it rolled around, the team took the opportunity and ran with it.

“hotch!” penelope screamed, startling the man, “are you laughing?”

to everyone’s surprise, including his own, he laughed some more and nodded. derek cheered and then spencer fell over, so he helped emily haul the genius up. suddenly, said boy wonder lit up, “hey, there’s-”

he did not finish the sentence, instead falling over once more, but the team followed his line of sight and saw you in the crowd. due to affiliation with aaron, they all recognised your face, which usually met them with beams and pleasantry. you definitely were not beaming in that moment.

rossi watched the unit chief shift to keep you in his line of sight and stifled a knowing smile, all the while aiding jj in sitting spencer down.

the man you were with, aaron assumed on a date because of your nice dress he knew you bought for those occasions, was talking incessantly. and not in reid’s patented manner of incessant talking, but rather in that of a terrible date. you could not get a word in edgewise, and the heavy set of your brow told aaron all he needed to know about your feelings on that matter.

he practically itched to save you from that dull night, but he looked around at his seasoned squad of profilers and knew it was a bad idea. luckily for you, he decided, with the help of liquid courage, that their scrutiny was worth being subjected to if it could help you out.

putting down his glass a tad too harshly, he easily moved through the throng of people separating you two until he was right at your shoulder, which he placed a warm hand on. you jumped, but immediately eased as you recognised the man behind you. you tilted your head back and smiled, thanks lined on your face.

“hey, what the hell man?”

aaron’s expression must have screamed ‘where did you find this guy?’, because you sighed heavily. he took that to mean ‘on the doorstep of a dog shelter’.

“sweetheart,” the name rolled off his tongue far too easily, “i didn’t know you drank here, or i would’ve called to say i was coming.”

the man spluttered, “excuse me, we’re in the middle of-”

maybe it was the crimson lighting in the bar, but the glare on aaron’s face was so formidable he just stopped talking. you mumbled an apology about cutting the evening short, and looped your arm through aaron’s to make a swift getaway.

as soon as you were out of earshot, you were speeding through gratitude and embarrassment, which your appointed hero just rolled his eyes at, “you’re fine, sweetheart, stop apologising. i really don’t know where you find them though.”

you groaned, “i’m looking too hard, i don’t know.”

“well, maybe just stop looking for someone new.”

his words were loaded with various sentiments, you knew that, though the potenial ramifications wouldn’t hit you until the next morning. in the moment he said it, however, you just gazed at him in an awfully lovestruck way. it was the way he had been gazing at you for months, and not the first time you had reciprocated. but unspoken, always unspoken.

as you made your way over to his group of coworkers, you only briefly registered the shit eating grins on their faces, too busy overthinking aaron’s last words.

rossi breached the moment of silence, clearing his throat and staring at hotch, though he was addressing you, “will you be joining us?”

before you could answer, garcia interjected, also staring at her boss, “why will she be joining us, hotch?”

then her eyes widened comically as she rushed to assure you, “not that we don’t love to see you or anything, you are always free to join us, in fact i’ve been meaning to ring you about baking something sometime, because-”

that conversation, which devolved into talk of different recipes for an assortment of treats, gave aaron a reprise from your attention. he missed it already. morgan handed the man a beer and said, “make uninformed decisions.”

that was the calibre of advice a drunk derek had to offer.

“i think i should get going.” spencer announced, on his fourth, or fifth, trip to the floor.

jj nodded, “i think i should get home now too, will might be waiting up.”

emily gave her intention of helping reid into a cab, and then going home to feed sergio. derek slid away to make contact with a girl he’d been sharing intense eye contact with. rossi declared he was too old for further lateness to bed. garcia stared at you like she had no excuse, and before running off, just blurted, “goodbye!”

it left you with aaron, under the weight of his employees knowing stares even in their absence. he deduced he spent too much time with them before devoting all of his focus to you. to his delight, your face was light again, happy. the talking came easily, flowed. you elicited a genuine smile from him that you thought might be telling of his affection, though you didn’t dare let yourself speculate further.

eventually, the bar closed, and the two of you emerged onto the freezing street hours later. your shiver had you standing as close as you could to him, and he really didn’t think his heart could take it.

“do you want to share a taxi?” he enquired, making to flag one down.

you shook your head, “i was planning on walking, i only live around there.”

you gestured vaguely, and aaron raised an eyebrow, “seriously? alone? do i need to go through my case slides with you again, because i will.”

“no, no, i remember. i was going to call a friend to get me but… you could walk me back?”

try as he might, he could not refute your invitation. while the pair of you walked, he tried to convince himself you’d only asked for the purpose of safety, and he’d only agreed for the same reason. really, he knew you would ask him to walk anywhere with you if it meant more time together, and he would definitely follow.

in the low light, you fumbled with the keys, but eventually unlocked your door. he hesitated to move inside with you at first, but you hadn’t let go of his arm, so he really had little choice.

it wasn’t that he’d never been in your home, but with the circumstances so drastically different, he couldn’t help but profile you from the decor.

“you don’t have to do that,” you nudged him gently, “you know everything there is to know about me. more than my family, more than my friends.”

he barely breathed, “really?”

your answer was unusually reserved, “i’ve never felt like i had to hide when i’ve been with you. i can’t say the same for many others.”

the feeling was mutual, and he didn’t need to say it for you to understand it, which was good because he was convinced his vocal chords had given out on him. there were no words he could muster to tell you how lovely you looked, even tired and vulnerable. especially then.

“it’s late… or rather, early. i understand if you need to be back for jack, but if not, you could stay.” the offer was softly spoken, but confident.

and what he loved about you was that you would understand, you always did. if he had to be a father, or a profiler, before being in your living room, you would never berate him for it. but for once, things had aligned, and his responsibilities diminished temporarily. jack was on a trip for the weekend, and the only texts he had from his coworkers were drunken spams asking him if he was going back to your place.

aaron hoped they wouldn’t get the answer to their questions just by looking at him on monday morning.

“i’d like that.”