#josh fluff

[jankandjonch]

Stretch

words: ~900 content warnings: negative self image, plus size!reader, nakey josh

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You’d woken up long before him, he’s still been sleeping in late since he got home from the road. His body still in recovery mode. You had kissed him good morning, as you always did - awake or not - and made your way downstairs to start on his laundry. You made and ate breakfast, cleaned the kitchen, and made your way back to the bedroom with the first dried load.

“You look so fucking good in my clothes, baby,” his voice was gruff, he’s tired and sore and longing for you. Again.

You glanced down at the shirt that you had grabbed from the floor after you got out of bed this morning. You noticed, then, how it stretched across your belly. Remembering in a flash how loose it fit on Josh, you feel your shoulders deflate. Your insecurity festering in your brain, reverberating his words, making yourself hear them in a negative tone. You know better than that. He loves you, he makes that more than clear every day. He made it crystal clear last night in that bed, loving every handful of you he grabbed.

“Hey,” he grunts, “you hear me?”

You’re still facing away from him, folding his socks and placing them in his drawer, and give him a nod in response.

“Then c’mere, lemme take it off. It was an invitation, yanno?,” he giggled, not seeing your face and not understanding where your head had taken you.

“Doing laundry,” you replied softly, picking up the now empty basket and walking back out of the bedroom.

He pouted to himself, giving a loud yawn and stretching out in the bed. He assumed you had gotten your fill of him last night, closing his eyes and remembering every shape he’d put you in. His fingertips danced delicately along his torso, your favorite place to grab onto him. You find him this way when you re-enter the room, sheets long gone so he’s stretched in all his glory. Naked, smooth, soft, his cock half way hard and still resting on his right thigh. You watch him run his fingers over his skin, envious that he feels nothing but love when he does so.

“Sure you don’t want to join me?,” one of his eyes peel open to look up at you, smirk across his lips. So he did hear you come back in.

You can’t resist his warm presence, it draws you in like catnip. You find yourself climbing back into the bed before you even processed his question, your bare thigh brushing against his as you sit up on your knees by his side, hands immediately reaching out to touch him. Your fingers replace his, brushing along the tame trail of hair below his navel. He hums in approval, you watch as his cock jumps slightly in approval too. His eyes are on your face, his favorite face. So beautiful, so sweet. He notices the groove between your eyebrows, though, where they’re slightly scrunched together.

“Your mind isn’t here with me, darling,” his hand grabs yours to stop your movements. Lacing his fingers with yours, bringing them to rest just above his hammering heart. “What’s this frown for, huh?”

You lean down to kiss him, hoping to sweeten your way right around this conversation. You know he won’t let it go, but you’re hoping you can stave it off for later. When you’re not in the throws of these emotions, not biting back tears.

“You know how bad I love you?,” he speaks the words in a slur against your mouth.

“I love you so much,” your voice cracks halfway through, shattering your illusion - what little you thought to have.

“C’mon, have a seat. Let’s chat, shall we?,” he’s moving to sit up, patting his bare thighs to show you where your seat is located.

“I’m fine here,” you mumble, hands still skirting across his warm skin.

“No, you’re not. Come to me. Connect with me, my beautiful girl,” a hand brushes through your hair, snagging on a tangle and for some reason that’s it. Your resolve crumbles and your eyes flood with tears. No longer a choice, he tugs you in by his shirt and pulls you against his chest, your thighs having no option but to part over his.

He holds you like this for a while, letting your tears come slowly, then in a rush of a wave, and slowing again. His hands rubbing your back the entire time, gathering your hair to one side, allowing himself to tuck his face against your neck. It’s you that breaks the silence.

“I’m really sorry if I stretched out your shirt, I know it’s your favorite,” you keep your face hidden against his shoulder, not wanting to face the embarrassment of this situation.

“My pretty baby,” he forces your head away from his body, bringing your forehead to his, eyes boring into yours. He glides his cold fingers over the flush of your cheek, lingering for a moment to brush across your lips, finding purchase as they wrap around the side of your neck. Holding you tightly, close to him, possessive. “I’d be upset if you didn’t.”

You shake your head, closing your eyes and your forehead rubs against his, trying to pull away from him. His hand on your neck keeps you steady.

“Stretching you out is the best part of my day, it’s only fair,” he smirks, pulling you in for a gentle kiss. Rejoicing as he feels you smile against his lips.

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Baby of Mine

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: talk of struggling with breastfeeding

“Josh, please can you take her? I’m getting overwhelmed and she can sense it.” You ask, trying to not start crying along with her. “Poor thing is still hungry and nothing’s coming out. I’m going to cry. Why is this so hard?” 

Josh takes her into his arms and starts swaying back and forth. “How about I go warm up some of the stash in the fridge and you go take a shower and pump. We’ll be fine while you're gone Mama. And hey, it's going to be okay.”

Sighing and taking one last look at your daughter, you turn to go take a shower. While you’re in the shower, you make sure the water is hot and you gently massage your chest. It takes a while, but finally milk starts to come out. Turning off the shower, you step out, wrap a towel around you and go to pump. 

Sitting in your nursing chair in your room, you put on a nursing bra and attach the breast pump. Sitting there, you pulled up the baby’s camera system on your phone to check on Josh and the baby. Josh was gently bouncing from side to side and giving the baby her bottle. 

“That’s right little lady, drink it all up and grow big and strong.” He whispers. “You know your mama has been working super hard to make this milk for you. She’s been eating oatmeal, drinking special drinks with coconut water in it, all kinds of stuff. But, I think it might be getting too much for her. So, you might be switching to something else called formula. I think it’d really help Mama.”

You start to tear up. Because it’s true. Your supply hadn’t been keeping up with her needs and you’ve been trying everything. You were exhausted and felt defeated. You knew that fed is best, but you had dreamed of breastfeeding her and forming the bond so many mothers online said they’d had when they breast fed. But this wasn’t working. You knew it wasn’t. You also knew that you shared a bond with her that was so strong it scared you sometimes and it had nothing to do with whether or not she was breast fed.

You decided this would be the last night she would be exclusively breast fed. You and Josh had talked about it off and on for a while now, but you had made up your mind. She needed her mom to be okay more than she needed the breast milk. You finished pumping, and unhooked everything and went to bag what you had gotten. You'd tell him once she was asleep.

As you finished, you heard Josh walk from your daughter’s room to yours. Walking to your room to see if she was asleep, you heard him singing. When you got to the doorway, you leaned against the frame.

Josh was gently putting her in her bassinet beside your bed and shushing her to sleep. When he thought she’d finally fallen asleep, he straightened and looked over at you with a sympathetic smile.

He walked over to you and kissed your forehead. “Hey Mama.” He whispered.

“Hey.” You said with a sigh, taking his hand to lead him away from your sleeping baby.

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You say as you walk into the livingroom and sit on the sofa.

“What’s that my love?” He asks, sitting beside you and putting his arm around you.

Cuddling into his side, you say, “I’d like to start supplementing with formula. I still want to breastfeed her for as long as I can. But, I think topping her off with formula would take a lot of stress off me and it would be better for her. What do you think?”

“I think whatever will help you is what we’ll do. You're her mama and know what’s best for the both of you. I support you in whatever you decide. But, I do agree that supplementing would help both of you.” He says, rubbing your arm with his thumb. “Would you like to go online and do a little research on what the best formula would be for her?”

“Yes please. It’ll give me an idea about what to bring up with her pediatrician and get their thoughts.” You say, leaning over and kissing his cheek. 

You both sat with laptop and phone in hand and researched together. It eased both your minds to do it. About thirty minutes later, you heard your little one start to fuss. She wasn’t due to wake up yet, so Josh got up and said he’d soothe her back to sleep. You nodded and thanked him. 

You continued to read articles and reviews for a few more minutes before you pulled up the baby monitor app to see if he’d gotten her back to sleep. When you opened the app, he was leaning over the bassinet and rubbing her belly and you saw his lips moving. Turning on the sound, you hear him sing…

“... But you’re so precious to me. Cute as can be, baby of mine.”

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[hoeranghae1117]

as long as it takes (joshua hong)

you're just friends. she isn’t ready for that line to be crossed,

josh had to remind himself as he stepped to the back of the practice room to get a drink of water and pause the music that had been repeating for the past 2 hours. listening to the familiar sound of his footsteps, you sat on the floor in front of the large mirror and tried to catch your breath. without realizing, you stared at his reflection as he walked away from where you both had been practicing. josh had always been so patient with you, even when you were getting frustrated with the choreography; he carried himself so well, so--

no. you forced yourself to stop right there.

you're just friends. you aren’t ready for that line to be crossed

“i’m never gonna get that part down. seriously, i don’t know how you guys do it!” you said, a tinge of defeat in your voice.

he was still facing the computer, so he couldn’t see your expression, but josh grinned at the slight pout you were probably (definitely) sporting.

“hey, it took me forever to learn, too.” he called over his shoulder before turning around to walk back over to you. the 15 steps back to your form felt like 1000, as he watched you in the mirror: shoulders a little slumped, a zoned out look in your eyes as you undoubtedly went over the steps again and again in your mind’s eye. he wanted to run back over to you. crouch behind where you sat and wrap his arms around your shoulders. remind you that you’d get it eventually, remind you how much he believed in you, how much he--

no. he forced himself to stop right there.

you’re just friends. she isn’t ready for that line to be crossed.

suddenly, you looked up at him. eyes meeting in the reflective glass, giving the illusion that you were both closer than you actually were, your gaze softened and you smiled up at him. two more steps and he was standing next to your sitting form, still holding your stare.

“guess we’ll just have to keep going over it,” he shrugged and rolled his eyes dramatically before adding a more sincere, “you’re so close to having it down perfectly.”

before you could argue, he lightly rested his hand atop your head. the reassuring gesture unfolding before he could even stop himself.

it was like time halted.

you reacted without thinking: closing your eyes and gently leaning your head into the weight. josh’s heart felt like it was going to explode, everything was happening in slow motion as he watched all of it in the mirror. you couldn’t see the way he was holding his breath or the fondness in his eyes while you savored the moment. your subconscious feelings bubbling to the surface without your permission,

what if we weren’t just friends? what if i want that line to be crossed?

as if he could read your mind, he kept his hand where it was. the warmth where the two of you touched permeating all the way to his soul.

i can wait. as long as it takes.

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[kenobicoffee]

Getchyu a mutual who checks on you during your Josh-downs 😂 @stardustvanfleet

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[thru-the-grapevine]

Lucky Shot

Pairing: Joshua Hong x fem!reader

Summary: Who knew the place to meet cute guys was at little league basketball practice?

Word Count: 917

Tags: parent au, fluff, religious elements used nonreligiously

Author’s Note: this is absolutely not based off of daydreams I had when I took my little brother to Upward basketball practices back in the day, nope

There weren’t many places that made you feel like a fish out of water; you simply didn’t allow it. Your sister’s church, however, might be the exception, particularly during a children’s event.

You kept a firm hold on your nephew’s hand, carefully avoiding eye contact with the church parents milling about in the hallway outside the church gymnasium.

“You have everything for practice, Minjunnie?” You asked your nephew to occupy yourself and avoid adult small talk.

“Mhm.” He nodded and pulled the strap of his sports bag back up his shoulder.

You paused at the doorway into the gym, scoping it out. Hmm. Far too many Karens and soccer moms in that room for your liking. You could wait in the car, probably.

You felt another parent and kid coming up beside you, so you turned to face Minjun again. “Water bottle, basketball, towel?”

He nodded, and you felt around in your jacket pocket for a moment.

“Lucky…chapstick?”

“I don’t have that,” he giggled.

You grinned. “Well, you need some sort of luck out there, don’t you? Here, you can borrow mine. I won’t tell anyone.”

You pulled the tube of vanilla chapstick from your pocket and held it out to him, winking.

He took it, looking skeptical. “What does lucky chapstick do?”

“Oh, you don’t know?” You sunk into a crouch and leaned in secretively. “It makes you run super fast, and dribble basketballs super well, and shoot good baskets. Plus, you know, it makes other kids’ teasing or mean comments bounce off you, like magic.”

You stood back up. “You just have to keep it a secret and tell nobody you have it. That’s what makes it lucky.”

Minjun studied at the chapstick in wonder, then looked back up at you, grinning. “Thanks, Auntie.”

You winked again. “No problem, bud.”

Someone bumped into you, and you stumbled.

“Shi—uh, shoot. Sorry,” the man apologized.

“Oh, you’re g…” you trailed off when you looked at him. Damn, he was handsome. Maybe some church parents have some rights. “Um. You’re good.”

He graced you with a polite, serene smile before crouching down, just like you had, and facing an excited-looking little girl Minjun’s age.

“Got everything, Leah?” He asked.

The little girl nodded happily, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

He clapped her on the shoulder twice. “Great. You’re going to be great. And don’t forget, what are we gonna do?”

Leah could barely contain her excitement as she squealed, “gonna whoop ass and take names!”

You clapped a hand over your mouth quickly, stifling a surprised laugh.

“Shhh, quieter.” The man looked around frantically, and you noticed a few nearby women shooting scandalized looks this way.

He noticed you watching and winced. “Sorry, she…”

You grinned and looked back down at Minjun. “What do you think, Minjunnie? Wanna help her whoop some ass?”

Minjun looked absolutely delighted. “Am I allowed?”

“Hell yeah you are,” you said, “just don’t tell your parents. You can be the ass-whooping squad.”

You offered your fist, and Minjun gave you a quick fist-bump before turning to Leah and offering his fist.

She grinned and fist-bumped him back. “C’mon, let’s go.”

“Thank you,” the man sighed, sounding relieved as he stood and watched the two of them walk into the gym together. “I know people around here get sensitive about swearing…”

You turned and grinned at him. “Not me, no worries.”

He needed to stop having such a nice smile, please. It was doing funny things to your pulse.

“So if you’re not one of his parents, are you his big sister, or…?”

You snorted. “Noooo. He’s my sister’s kid. She and her husband had a meeting tonight, so I brought him.”

“I didn’t think you looked familiar,” he said, still smiling. He offered his hand. “Joshua Hong.”

You shook his hand and introduced yourself back.

“You wanna sit in the back with me, away from the, uh, moms staring at us right now?” He asked, lips twitching.

You glanced surreptitiously around, realizing he was right. “Oh, um—”

“Hey, you guys! How’s it going?”

You turned to see the basketball coach offering Minjun and Leah high fives.

“Good!” The little girl shrilled. “We’re whooping ass and taking names!”

You nearly choked on your own tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” Joshua muttered under his breath.

The coach raised his eyebrows. “Uh, what?”

“We’re the ass-whooping squad,” Minjun chimed in, cheerful as ever. “My auntie said so.”

Time to go. You spun on your heel, walking away quickly as the coach turned to glance at the gym door.

To your surprise, Joshua was still next to you, walking briskly.

“On second thought,” he murmured, “why don’t we grab a coffee instead?”

You couldn’t help a giggle. “Is this what it’s like to be the ‘bad influence’ parent? On the run from the purity police?”

“This is what it’s like to be the fun parent,” Joshua corrected, grinning. “So how about that coffee? My treat for being cool about Leah.”

“Oh, I…sure,” you said, doing your best to sound more confident than you felt. You weren’t accustomed to being asked out, and certainly not by people who looked like him.

But he seemed glad you’d agreed, a smile crinkling the corners of his eyes. “Cool. There’s a coffee shop just across the street. It’s an easy walk.”

You felt a little like a fish out of water, walking into a coffee shop with Joshua Hong. But you had a hunch you could learn to love the feeling.

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[withlovegvf]

babbler | Josh Kiszka

dad!josh x reader

summary: Your ten month old baby Hazel is a constant babbler. What will her first word be...dada or mama?

yns pov

Josh and I's little baby hazel has been babbling her head off for the past couple of months. She love to try to say every words that comes out of her family's mouth. "Come on baby, say Da-Da, Dada" Josh gives Hazel a big smile looking into her eyes. She's sitting up on his knees as he holds her by under the arms. Hazel gives him a grin with her two teeth that have come in.

I walk from the kitchen where I grabbed hazel her banana flavored popsicle I make for her snacks and sit with them on the couch. Hazel starts making grabby hands at the snack, I come close to them and cuddle into Josh and hand her the popsicle. I lean my head onto Josh's shoulder and he kisses my forehead. "I heard you trying to get her to say dada. Why have you been pushing her so hard?"

Josh sighs and shakes his head. "I don't know I'm just gone so much and with the band and the new album coming out and I just worry she won't know how much I care and love for my Hazel-baby" Josh nuzzles his nose into hazels cheek and neck. Hazel looks at me with a blank stare just gnawing on her popsicle.

I run my hand through his hair in a comforting way, trying to comfort him from his own thoughts. "Awe sugar she knows she loves you. She gets the biggest smile and lets out the loudest squeals when you come back from being gone. You're the only person she won't scream bloody murder at when she is woken up from her nap. That has got to count for something." Josh laughs and gives my cheek a kiss.

"You're right baby thank you. Just having a quick self pity moment but I'm okay now. Okay Hazy girl, Daddy's gotta finish packing for his weekend trip to Knoxville with all your silly uncles." Josh gave Hazel a squeeze and sat her down on her play mat to let her mess around. His turned to me and pecked my lips before walking to our bedroom to finish packing his duffel bag.

I get on the ground with Hazel to start playing with her. I take the popsicle stick that no longer had anything on it out of Hazels mouth. I look into her eyes and she gives me a small smile. I whisper, " Come on Haze say Dada, that would be an amazing present for when daddy gets back."

Once Josh had left, all I was doing was trying to get hazel to say dada. I was singing it in little songs I made up, saying it over and over until she was laughing super hard, and begging her to just say the simple four letter word.

Finally we made it to Monday morning and Josh was gonna be back home that night. Hazel was sitting in her highchair drinking her milk as I cut up her eggo waffle and strawberries. Once I was done, I drizzle a little bit of syrup on them and carry the plate over to Hazel. "Okay baby, you can only eat if you say Dada, say Da-Da!" Hazel looks up at me with her big brown eyes that she got from Josh. She starts moving her mouth, trying to say the letter D. "Come on baby, you got it!" Hazel looks a little frustrates as she tries. "Dddd...Da...Da. Da-da" I let out a huge gasp. "Yes baby good job! Dada!" Hazel continues to babble the word over and over the whole day. It was safe to say I was extremely excited for Josh to get home.

Once Josh is pulling into the driveway Hazel and I are standing on the porch in the cool summer night breeze while we wait for Josh to get out the car. He quickly grabs his bag from the back and starts coming toward us. "My beautiful ladies hello!" Josh comes up the porch steps and drops his bag. He cups my cheek and gives me a romantic kiss before taking Hazel from my arms. "Ugh leaving my girls is getting harder and harder. Hello Hazy, how are we doing?" Josh pecks her cheek as she squeals with a smile on her face.

They head inside and start playing on the living room floor with all her toys while I unpack Josh's bag. I've always helped with his luggage after a work trip as my way of helping with the traveling stress. Once I was done unpacking his stuff I walk to the living room to see what my little family was up to. Hazel was sitting on top of Josh's stomach as he blew little raspberries onto the bottom of her feet as she let out lots of little squeals and giggles.

I walk over and sit on the couch right in front of them. "Hazel I think it's time to show daddy what we were working while he was gone." Josh gives me a confused and looks back at Hazel. "What do you have to show me baby?" Hazel looks around with a blank face, obviously having no idea what we are talking about.

"Hazel say dada." Hazel starts moving her lips the way before you say D. Josh watches her with wide eyes. I point to josh as I get on the floor next to them. "This is Dada" Hazel looks at josh, looking like she's making the connection. "Da..Dada!" Hazel keeps saying it over and over and Josh has a teary look on his face. "That is the best gift a guy could get. Thank you." I nod and peck him on his lips.

"I didn't help her at all. She just loves her dad so much."

......

I hope you all enjoy dad josh as much as I do....ugh anyways ily all <3

-withlovegvf

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[streamingcolors-gvf]

Josh would lay in bed with you on a weekend morning, letting you catch up on needed rest. He would trace little patterns of circles on your shoulders and down your back. He would place the gentlest or kisses on your lips, cheeks and nose. Little touches to bring you back into consciousness. Each time you fell back asleep after squirming slightly to his touch, he would giggle - admiring how hard it was for you to wake up in the mornings like these. He would laugh at the weird things you might mumble in your sleepy half conscious daze. He might have had to get up to pee an hour ago but he wouldn’t trade feeling the warmth of your body tangled up in his for anything. He would spend all day here if he could. And when he finally missed you, he might find creative ways to wake you. Telling you little jokes in your ear, humming your favorite songs so you felt his chest vibrate beneath your cheek, or maybe even brushing his fingertips across the more ticklish parts or your body. When you finally wake to see him looking back at you through his own sleepy eyes and mumble, “There’s my beautiful girl.”

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[delicioushottubpeanut]

♡ babysitter

oneshot - inspired by that one edit

fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)

paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..

You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.

The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.

He’s been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.

Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.

"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.

"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.

Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.

"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.

"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.

"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."

He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."

"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.

Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.

"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.

"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.

"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.

He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.

"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.

"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.

"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.

"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.

"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.

"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.

"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.

"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.

He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.

"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.

Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.

"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.

"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.

Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.

He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.

"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.

"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.

His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."

"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.

"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.

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[janitorhutcherson]

Marked Only for Me (Olderbf!Mike Schmidt NSFW)

hii!! okay, i have never written smut before, so i am begging you all to plz be patient with me! this is very long, so my apologies.this is a part of my olderbf!mike series, so hope u guys likeee. also, for this let's make the assumption mike went to college and all of that before his security jobs. he just had burn out and was there, hence why he's working for a major company with what would be little experience. anyways, lmk what u think!

summary: mike comes home and needs to blow off some steam

warnings: nudity, sex, name calling, hair pulling, choking, marking, possessiveness, an implied free use situation, fluff at the end!!

word count: 2,925

nsfw after the cut!!

You were sitting at the kitchen table doing homework in the home you shared with your boyfriend, Mike. You're 20, a couple of years into college, drudging through math problems that make your head feel like it's sitting inside a frying pan. You had to admit this wasn't your ideal way to relax after a 10-hour shift at the bookstore you helped run. Things had been hectic with Black Friday, your store doing a special sale where everything was 50% off, and bookworms were coming out of random corners to fill their already overflowing shelves for cheap. Of course, being younger, you were the one who had to do the grunt work, carrying piles of books to and from inventory, dealing with the more demanding customers as your older coworkers would tell you that they "just couldn't handle kids these days" and that it'd certainly be better for the younger one to do it. Luckily, though, Abby was at a friend's house, meaning you didn't have distractions. You were as focused as could be with a cup of coffee beside you, the sunlight that was once beaming through the cracks of the blinds now completely gone. You were focused, your brain functioning as much as it would with the problems. Things were quiet.

...That is until Mike stormed in. He was frustrated, angry, an invisible red-hot aura beaming off him. His hair was messier than it typically was. The softness in his eyes was instead replaced with a cold look. His eyebrows were furrowed together on his forehead, his jaw sharp and defined as he gritted his teeth. Although this wasn't common, it wasn't necessarily rare either. Mike worked for a publishing company as a marketing manager. He'd gotten the job after a few months of hard work to make up for the slack on his resume after working at the mall and the pizzeria. He moved up the ladder quickly, his company admiring his friendly attitude and his somewhat shy but personable behavior. He loved his job much more than his past ones. He felt happier, got more time off, was less stressed, and was definitely safer. Even with that being said, sometimes shit just pissed him off.

Today's big issue was a meeting with his marketing team, which also involved the big guy over his head. He felt like he was criticized, demeaned, dragged through the mud, and all in front of the team he was supposed to be respected by, listened to. On a typical day, this might not have pissed him off so much. He might've mentally plotted the demise of his boss, but he wouldn't have caused the outburst he did at work, and today had been particularly awful. He'd been late, burned his breakfast, knicked himself while shaving, and even gotten into what he considered to be a little fight with you the night before. Even though you'd both settled the argument, made up, and kissed before bed, he had been thinking about it all day. He'd then spilled coffee on his brand new tie, leaving a stain, and then... that happened. Mike snapped. He yelled at his boss, showing his ass in front of everyone, causing a meeting in his boss's office to end with an inevitable write-up. 

Now, he was home, trudging in all his bad energy, disrupting your study time. You couldn't even be frustrated with him, his demeanor proving he'd obviously had a bad day. You went to stand up to greet him with a hug, a kiss or two, but before you could, Mike stormed over to you, grabbing your arm harshly. You gasped, slightly thrown off by his sudden actions. He pulled you closer to him, his eyes locked on yours and his breath heavy against your neck.

"What the fuck, Mike?" you said, your eyebrows furrowed as you stared into his cold brown-green orbs.

"Listen to me," he grunted, his voice low and gravely. "I have had a very, very bad day, and I need you to be a good girl for me, okay? I don't want no shit, no back talk, you'll listen to what I say.. do you understand?" 

His hand still gripped your arm, his fingernails digging into your skin. You could feel yourself starting to drip, your panties feeling damp against your skin as your body buzzed with excitement. All you could do was nod your head, your eyes locked on his as they clouded over with lust. Mike snapped his fingers in your face, looking at you from underneath his eyebrows. 

"Use your words," he demanded. 

"Yes sir, I understand," you stuttered out, your cheeks flushing red. Mike's face was now pleased, his entire demeanor softening a little. His hand stayed wrapped around your arm as he tugged you into the living room, pushing you roughly onto the couch. You huffed from the impact, your eyes widening as Mike dropped to his knees before you. He slid your sweatpants off, prying your knees open to reveal your see-through pink panties soaked beyond belief. His eyes were hungry, his mouth open, almost drooling as he looked directly into your eyes. 

"All for me, babydoll?" he teased, his hand sliding in between your legs as he drew small circles around your clothed clit. You nodded your head as a whimper escaped your lips, the aching in between your legs only growing worse.

"What did I tell you?" he said, his words sharp as he smacked the inside of your thigh.

"Yes sir," you corrected, your words wavering after the impact from his hand. Mike nodded, satisfied with your answer, as he slowly slid your panties down your thighs, wasting no time. You gasped once again as the cold air hit your wet cunt. Mike exhaled sharply, taking a moment to admire you in front of him. His eyes trailed up to your pathetic look, your already-glazed-over eyes, down to your barely clothed chest, only a sports bra covering your breasts he loved so much, then down to in between your legs, where you were so wet, and all just for him. His lips trailed up to your tummy, sucking on the skin in different areas, from above your abdomen all the way up to right below where your sports bra stayed, purple marks forming.

He then dove in without hesitation, his large hands gripping your sides as he leaned in, moving one hand to take his index and middle finger to spread your pussy lips. His mouth instantly attached to your clit. You yelped as you bucked your hips forward, his lips meeting the sensitive area. Mike pinched your thigh, a sign to quiet down until he said to do otherwise, two of his fingers reaching out to be shoved into your mouth.

“Suck,” he demanded, his fingers going as far back down your throat as they could. You did what you were told, sucking on his fingers and drawing your own circles with your tongue. His tongue drew tiny and slow circles against the set of nerves, your hands reaching down to tangle in his hair from desperation. God, he loved eating you out. The way you yelped, quivered, shook underneath him, your hands tangled in his hair to keep yourself from going over the edge. He fucking loved it, you were the perfect cure to his anger, calming, something he could take it out on in a productive way that made everyone feel good. Your whines were suppressed as you bit your lip, your teeth digging into the softer skin. Mike pulled away for a moment, his eyes locking with yours once again as he admired your face, your now swollen lips.

“You know what, baby? Be as loud as you want for me now, princess,” he mumbled, going back to attacking your wet cunt. Slurping sounds filled the living room mixed with your moans and whimpers as his tongue slid up and down your slit, his lips wrapping around your clit to suck as hard as possible when his tongue wasn’t fucking inside of you. He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shivers down your spine. His cock was rock hard inside of his work pants, his own face flustered as he rocked back and forth against himself. His tongue continued to lap at your clit as he slid two of his large fingers in and out of you, your walls clenching around them. You could feel yourself drawing close and Mike could tell. Your thighs attempted to clench around his head, but before they could his calloused hands pried them open, holding them apart. Just as your eyes began to clamp shut, your thighs shaking as the knot in your stomach started to untie, Mike pulled away. You gasped as he slipped his fingers out, furrowing your eyebrows as you stared at him with an angry glare. He chuckled as he stood up, raising his eyebrows up and down as he leaned down, his hand lifting your chin up.

“Poor baby, was all ready to finish for me, hm? You were gonna be ‘Mikey’s little slut,’ weren’t you? That’s what you tell me you are, right? My little slut?” he teased, no remorse behind his eyes. You huffed, punching his arm before crossing your arm, too out of it to say anything from the knot that remained in your stomach but too angry to take initiative.

“Awh, don’t be mad, princess,” he snickered, shaking his head as he leaned further down to press a gentle kiss to your lips. “You really think I’m done with you?”

With that being said, Mike pushing you back on the couch. His right hand held you down as his lift struggled to unbutton his pants. He pulled his pants down, letting them fall around his ankles as he yanked his boxers off, his cock springing out. He stepped out of them, letting you go for a moment to unbutton his shirt before tossing it off as well. Mike then looked over to you, leaning forward, ripping your thin sports bra off of your chest, your breasts now exposed to him. He licked his lips, excitement overflowing his body. He crawled on top of you, attempting to make the two of you fit on the couch. His mouth attacked your nipples, biting and gnawing at your skin. His mouth moved up to your neck, sucking and prodding and biting until purple marks were left all around, ones you were all too aware would be impossible to hide later on. He moved down to your chest once again, marks all across your collarbone, your tits. Mike’s hands gripped onto your neck as he sat up, looking into your glossed over eyes. He pressed his lips to your ear, a soft kiss against your earlobe.

“’M about to fuck you so hard you see stars,” he said, his voice causing prickles to cover your skin. Then, without hesitation Mike slammed into you, his pace staggered. Your moans were as loud as could be, the sound of skin hitting against each other and the echoes of both of your voices filling the living room. His thrusts were sloppy as he felt himself starting to get close to the edge, his hands pushing your hips down and into the couch. Your entire body sunk into the cushions as he used everything in him, his cock abusing your poor cunt. You swore you saw stars until you felt his hand gently smack against your cheek, your eyes averting back to his gaze.

“You’re gonna look at me when I fuck you, princess,” he growled, his hand sliding up to your hair as he tugged. You grew close, clenching around his length, your thighs starting to shake. Your core was threatening to come undone.

“Fuck, Mikey, baby, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you whimpered out, closing your eyes as your head leaned back against the side of the couch.

“Cum for me, baby,” Mike stated. You did as he demanded, finishing around his cock as your liquids gushed against him. His thrusts grew sloppier before he pulled out, pressing a kiss to your lips.

“You’re such a good girl, you know that baby? You did so good for me, listening to what I said, letting me use your pretty cunt,” he stated, his thumb caressing your cheek. He then resituated, pulling you off the couch, pushing you onto the ground. You were now in the same position he was in earlier, completely fucked out. Your lips were dull from exhaustion, your cheeks red and your hair knotted in certain areas. Mike’s cock was directly in front of you, his hand guiding for you to suck on him. Your lips wrapped around his tip, the tip of your tongue licking his slit. You worked your mouth down his length, licking the sides. Mike’s moans became frantic, desperate as your mouth worked its magic. His hand tangled in your hair as he pushed your head up and down, thrusting up into your mouth.

“That’s it, baby, feels so good,” he grunted. With no warning, Mike pulled out, spilling his load all over your face. He twitched, his moans loud and low, your tongue stuck out to catch his cum. His body laid against the couch, feeling heavy as his head leaned against the back of his couch. A tired grin was on his lips as you also smiled up at him, licking yourself clean. Mike looked down at you, a chuckle releasing his lips. It was obvious all of the tension and anger was gone, as his once cold eyes were once again the soft loving brown they used to be. He looked at you with adoration, always amused by how gorgeous you were even after rigorous activity and getting your face painted.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he said, picking you up bridal style as he leaned down to kiss you, not caring about his own load that was now on his face. He sat you down on the bathroom counter, grabbing a washcloth out of the cabinet, running it under warm water. He started to wipe away all of the liquids covering your face, pressing kisses to your skin here and there, looking your body up and down as he admired all of the marks he left.

“You always know how to make me feel good and how to take care of me after,” you croaked out, your voice laced with exhaustion as you smiled. Mike smiled back at you, his hand tenderly touching your cheek before pushing your hair behind your ear.

“I love you, of course I want to make sure ‘m taking care of you,” he said softly. His lips once again pressed against yours. “Thank you for letting me… you know.. blow off some steam,” he said, wiggling his brows.

“Of course, honey. I was worried, though. Is everything okay? Do you want to talk about it?” you asked, leaning forward as you slid off of the counter, grabbing a new washcloth and beginning to wipe his face with it as well. Mike sighed, shaking his head as he looked at her with sad eyes.

“I just- I got into it pretty badly with my boss at work and got criticized, I felt like a wounded animal, like I had to fight. I’m so used to having to fight that I don’t know how to shut up and listen,” he mumbled. “It was so bad, Y/N, and I got written up after that awful day I had this morning… I just.. I don’t know. I do know I feel better now, and would feel even better if we cuddled for a bit and then went out for food?” he suggested, spilling his thoughts to you. You giggled, nodding your head as you reached up to press a kiss to him. You dragged him into your shared bedroom, the two of you cuddling up together under the blankets. You turned to your side, your eyes locked with his.

“I love you, Mike, so much. And I’m so, so unbelievably proud of you. Thank you, for always making me feel good too, for taking care of me, for being such a good brother to Abby, just… thank you,” you said softly. Mike looked back at you lovingly, his appreciation for you apparent.

“I love you, princess, you don’t even know how much,” he mumbled. His eyes were heavy. He leaned over and set an alarm for an hour from now, the two of you planning on a night of dinner out and grocery shopping. He curled his arm around you lazily, your body limp and exhausted against his as you yawned.

“Oh, and baby?” he asked. You hummed, lifting your head to meet his eyes. “Wear a crop top when we go out, I want everyone to see you all marked up.” You giggled as you laid your head down, drifting off to sleep.

When you two went out, you did just that, wearing a cropped scoop neck shirt with a low-rise flowy skirt. He showed off any marks you’d left, too, your possessive boyfriend holding you close anytime someone’s eyes linger too long. Mike was strange, possessive, and sometimes a little of what most would say was unsettling, but to you, he was the love of your life, the man who made you feel good, the one who fucked you until you couldn’t think. You loved him, and you always would, blessing you with a lifelong supply of angry sex and aftercare cuddles.

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[gh0stsp1d3r]

ℛℯ𝓁𝒶𝓍

a/n- Give my boy a break 😭 no warnings, angst to fluff. But this is like my second time writing for him so I don’t have his character completely down and analyzed ): hopefully it’s good

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You knew he was having a hard time with everything. His hands were on his forehead, as Abby rambled on at the dinner table. His eyes stayed glued on the bills, wondering how he’d pay for it.

He was just fired from another job, some job at a pizzeria this time. The pay wasn’t good, anyways, but it saved Abby from having to go to Jane.

“Hey, Abby, why don’t you go show me your new drawing?” You said, interrupting her rambling. Mike looked up at you, shaking his head. His eyes saying “it’s fine.” But you shook your head back, and gave him a small smile.

“Okay.” She said, jumping up from the seat and grabbing your hand, leading her to the room.

After a while, you tucked her in. In a way, she thought of you as like a mother.

“Goodnight, Abby.” You said with a smile, she smiled back and you shut the door.

You went into the living room, where Mike was staring off into space as he cleaned up the dishes.

You came up behind him, he jumped, not expecting you.

“She asleep?” He mumbled.

“Yeah. Mike…” you started, as he dried his hands.

“Hmm?”

“Come on. Let’s sit down for a second.” You said, he furrowed his eyebrows. Was this your way of breaking up with him? A million thoughts ran into his head, his anxiety getting the better of him.

“Hey, it’s nothing bad.” It’s like you could read his mind. You put your hand on top of his as you sat on the bed. He sat across from you.

“What is it?”

“I just.. I noticed you’ve been stressed, and I didn’t really wanna tell you this cause I know you would be all ‘we’re fine!’ And stuff. I got a second job. And I think that you just need to take a break for a second-“

“Wha- Y/n- how’s that even gonna-“

“Work out? It will. I promise. I’ll still be here every night, and I know you’re struggling. Mike, I just want the best for you.” You said, looking up at his glassy eyes. You were too good for him, he thought.

“We’ll make up the bill, and we’ll figure everything out. Together. I promise.” You said, smiling at him again.

“But why would you-“

“Because I want you to relax. I love you, and I would do anything for you. A second job isn’t gonna hurt, okay?”

Tears start to fall down, the weight of everything was crashing down on him. Abby, getting fired, Garrett, and now he felt like he was burdening you.

You frown, and scoot closer to him. You wrap an arm around him, he cries into your shoulder.

“You’re not a burden, Mike.” You mumbled.

“I love you.” He said, and you smiled. That was all you ever needed from him.

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[avrizl]

authors note - i legit have not written in a YEAR🫡 please excuse this bs i need to feed you guys.

bf!mike holding you as you cry into his arms, stroking the back of your head lovingly, “shhh.. it’s okay.. i’m right here..” he never fails to make you feel safe with his touch.

bf!mike cupping your face ever so gently as he kisses you softly and lovingly, as he pulls away to look at you he rubs a reassuring thumb over your cheek.

bf!mike peppering your face with kisses as he walks into the door after a long night shift at the pizzeria as he wraps around you tightly swinging back and forth because he truly believes he will die without being around you for longer than 6 hours.

bf!mike smiling with a glimmer in his eyes as he sees the lights on the christmas tree you guys put up together, he hasn’t seen one in full like this since he was 13.

bf!mike buying you flowers at literally every chance he gets, there isn’t a room without flowers in a vase and all of the past bouquets he’s gotten you have been dried and the petals are in a vase.

bf!mike who will literally do ANYTHING. for you and i mean anything this man worships the ground you walk on and literally is obsessed with you.

bf!mike who believes you look beautiful no matter what you’re wearing, or how your hair is, or if you have makeup on or not. no matter the situation he is going on and on about how beautiful you are and how you get more and more beautiful each day

bf!mike who feels incredibly guilty because he can never cook you a nice dinner (he burns it almost every single time) “i’m so sorry.. i just wanted to make you something nice” with the biggest puppy eyes ever he says this and your heart melts. (when you’re gone he lives off of lunchables).

bf!mike who runs you a bath when you don’t feel good like he goes all out like epson salt and ALL. and candles too and he brings you snacks. “ ‘m sorry you don’t feel good baby.. i wish i could make it all go away”

bf!mike who smiles at you lovingly when you play with abby, or draw with her, carry her around, and tuck her in bed. he sees you as a motherly figure to her, and he can tell that abby trusts you and loves you a lot.

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[buckleyx]

You asked for mike request and I only think abt him at the moment so imma tell you all of them.

-so mike coming home from work (established relation ship btw) and see you sleeping in his clothes and on his bed and just like awakens something in him like makes him love more.

THE COMFORT OF YOUR ARMS M.S

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: thank you for requesting love!! this was such a cute ideaa i love my bf mike < 3

Mike Schmidt x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff

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Mike was exhausted. It had been a long night and all he could think about was going home and cuddle up next to you. It was early in the morning when Mike locked the entrance to the pizzeria and tiredly drove back home. His mind felt blank, drained and all he could think about was you.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he finally unlocked the front door. The brunette sighed tiredly before kicking of his shoes and tossing his jacket somewhere on the couch. The house was quiet, the early sunlight beemed through the curtains making Mike muffle a soft yawn.

His feet dragged him to the bedroom, ready to fall on the soft duvet next to you. Mike blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the dark room but thanks to the early sunrise (and broken curtain you were working on replacing) he stopped Infront of the bed to admire you curled up wearing his favorite hoodie. You had your arms wrapped around a pillow together with his side of the blanket. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him. God. You looked beautiful. He thought. And as he predicted It once again felt like all of his worries disappeared the moment he saw you.

Your boyfriend carefully crawled next to you and successfully pulled away the pillow you were holding. A content smile crossed Mike's lips as he wrapped his own arms around you instead, kissing the top of your head in the process. His breathing relaxed as he enjoyed this peaceful moment he longed all night for.

Mike's eyes glanced up at the ceiling before reminding himself to remove the leftover tape of the Nebraska poster he ripped off. He knew how hard you had been trying to make his house more cozy and welcoming for him and Abby and he couldn't be more grateful. You were well aware of your boyfriend's dream adventures but Mike always made a promise to never wander off at night when you were with him. As much as you reassured him you didn't mind he kept his ground.

You knew how important 'sleep' was for Mike and this was a part of him you couldn't help with. This was his own journey. But still it was hard. You already saw Mike less often during the day because of your new office job and now you had to miss him during nights as well. When Mike was home, you didn't see a lot of him either, he kept himself tucked away in the bedroom reliving the same memory over and over again. It broke your heart seeing him so in pain, so absent and obsessed with memories even after all these years of knowing him. But it was a part of Mike you couldn't help him with, it didn't matter how much you tried, it was his journey. His way of finding peace. So moments like this, when you were both wrapped in each others arms you both savoured to the fullest.

Mike stroked your hair, making you softly stir before comfortably laying your head further on his chest. "hmm missed you." You mumbled tiredly, not really awake yet. Mike chuckled at your adorable state. His clothes looked so good on you and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride of catching you wearing them when he wasn't around.

"Missed you too baby." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your hair. "Try getting some more sleep."

You hummed, slipping your hand under his shirt and wrapping your arm around his waist. "I love you." You murmured, already dozing off again.

"I love you more princess." He smiled, before the unbearable exhaustion took over and lulled him into sleep aswell.

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[stardustndreamsofsilver]

Our Love Grows

Josh x Reader (f)

Warnings: none

Coming out of the bedroom, you turn down the hallway, waddling your way to to the livingroom. You were 38 weeks pregnant and feeling it. You felt so heavy and ached all over. But, rubbing your round belly, all of those things melted away.

As you rounded the corner, you see Josh holding up his film camera.

"Alright mama, now turn to the side, let me see that bump." He says, zooming in on your belly.

"Josh, come on. I'm hungry! No more filming!" You whine.

Putting down the camera, Josh walks over to you. Wrapping his arms around you, he says, "I'm sorry. I know I've been doing this a lot. I just want to capture every moment. But, let's go make you some breakfast." He leans down and gives you a soft kiss. "Waffles or pancakes for my loves." He asks, placing his hand on your bump, earning a kick from the little lady.

"Granola and yogurt." You say. "Oh! And some strawberries! Please."

Chuckling, Josh smiles and says, "Anything for my girls."

After finishing up breakfast, the two of you wash up the dishes. Turning from the sink and drying off your hands, you turn to Josh. "Okay, I'm ready for my close up." You say with a smile.

"Really?! I thought you were wanting a break." Josh says with a huge grin.

"Yep, we were just a little hangry." You smile, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

That was all he needed to hear before he was gone to go grab his camera.

Following behind him, you walk to the livingroom. Turning toward you, Josh once again zooms in on your baby bump. "Can you put your hands on that beautiful belly and turn to the side for me please mama?" He asks.

You do as he asks and turn to the side.

"Beautiful. Absolutely beautiful." He says as he gets all the angles.

Once satisfied, Josh places the camera down on the coffee table. Walking back over to you, he kneels down and places both hands on your bump.

"My dear sweet girl. We are so ready to meet you. But you take your time. Just, do your ol' pops a favor and maybe make it sooner than later." He says giving your belly a kiss.

"Do you think we're ready?" You ask.

"Of course. We've got her nursery all set up. Our moms are just waiting for the call to come down when you go into labor. We're ready." He says rubbing the side of your face.

"I'm so ready for her to be here." You say with a sigh.

"I know. But everyday that passes we get closer and closer and our love grows deeper and deeper for our perfect little bird." He says giving you a warm hug.

Sighing you nob and rub your belly. As if she'd been listening all along, your little bird gives you a hard kick of reassurance.

#josh kiszka #josh gvf #josh x reader #greta van fleet #greta van fluff #greta van fic #gvf josh #gvf imagine #gvf blurb #gvf fic #josh fluff #dad!josh #gvf one shot #gvf fluff

[schmidtsbimbo]

no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride

#need him so bad #im going insane #gnawing at the bars of my enclosure #josh hutcherson #josh futturman #future man #mike schmidt #mike schmidt headcanons #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt fluff #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt angst #mike afton #mike fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt fanfic #rosie rants ―୨୧

[finalgilmoregirl]

omg I loved your grumpy x sunshine Mike and reader work - could you please do another scenario where the sunshine! reader is the one who has a bad day and it’s up to grumpy! Mike to comfort and help out in his own way? :) thanks for sharing your work!

a/n : i'm glad you enjoyed it, thanks for the request. fem!reader, she/her pronouns, mainly just fluff

☆ bad day : grumpy!mike schmidt x sunshine!fem!reader

mike knew something was wrong the moment he closed his door behind him and was greeted with silence has he entered the house.

you were always rushing in to greet him as soon as the sound of his keys against the door knob signaled his arrival, but today that clearly wasn't the case.

"hello?" mike called out and a moment later was met by the sight of abby creeping out of the hallway.

"where's y/n?"

"well hello to you too" the young girl rolled her eyes, walking past mike and heading for the kitchen.

"sorry" he sighed, catching her arm before she got too far and pulling her into his arms for a hug, earning a groan in response. "how was your day?"

"it was okay, but i think y/n/n's sick."

"sick? what do you mean?" mike thought back to when he last saw you just that morning. you were fine, your normally bubbly self despite the early hours, yawning between giggles as you and abby got breakfast prepared.

abby shrugged, "i don't know, she's been in bed since we got home."

mike knew you better than abby to know that you couldn't be sick. even if you were sick, you would protest and continue your daily routine as usual. something had to have been seriously wrong for you to defy from that routine and lay in bed for hours, especially with abby home. you hated to leave her alone and always tried to find something spontaneous and fun for the two of you to do if time permitted.

he warily walked into the direction of your shared bedroom and slowly opened the door that was left ajar. the lights were off and if it wasn't for the glow of the hallway light, he wouldn't have been able to see your figure on the bed in the dimness of the afternoon darkness.

but there you were, laying on your side, facing away from the door. mike could tell you weren't sleeping by the way that you were scratching at the loose threads of the faded colored duvet.

"hey" he called out softly, nearing your spot on the bed where he then took a seat on the edge, softly placing a hand on your shoulder. "you okay?" he asked, trying to gauge your emotions. that quickly cleared up however when he heard a sniffle come from you, followed by a small hiccup. you were crying.

mike leaned over to look at your face and was met with wet eyes and puffy chapped lips. his eyebrows furrowed, "hey hey hey" he said softly, moving you so you were now laying on your back, looking up at the ceiling as you tried to will the tears away. you hated crying, and you knew mike hated to see you cry. "what's wrong? what happened?"

you closed your eyes and let out a deep breath, clearly trying to control yourself. "just...had a bad day." you sighed.

"well, talk to me about it." mike wasn't always the best at dealing with emotions, but he was good at comforting you and abby, always wanting you to open up to him, even if he had trouble doing the same sometimes.

you took in another deep breath and nodded, preparing yourself to tell mike about the worst day you'd had in a while.

"i fell off the front steps after you and abby left this morning. but it was okay" you started, "i laughed, realized i scraped by knees and had to change my pants but that was okay." mike nodded along and listened, rubbing your side as you spoke. "but then i got a flat tire on my way to work." you continued, sighing as you felt the emotions building up again. "that was fine, it took me a while to get it fixed but i mananged and that was taken care of with no problems. but i was late, and usually my boss would let that kind of thing slide, but we had some hire ups there to oversee us and when one of them called me out for not being "better prepared", instead of changing the subject or at the very least, defending me after everything i've done for him, he agreed! then she basically told him that i should either be fired or have my paycheck cut." you finished with a huff and let the fresh tears that had built up in your eyes fall down your face.

mike felt a pang of hurt in his chest as he heard you recount the unfortunate events of your day. you didn't deserve to go through all of that. "why didn't you call me?" he asked, brushing the tears away from your face and attempting to flatten the hairs that had become out of place.

your hands came up to cover your face as you let out a sob. "i forgot to charge my phone!" you cried, earning a soft aww honey from mike as he kissed your temple, allowing for you to let your feelings out. after a minute of you gasping for air through your cries and furiously wiping away tears that just kept coming, you started to relax. you sighed and turned your head to your partner.

"i'm sorry you had to see me like this, how was your day?" you asked, still sniffling. mike shook his head and scoffed a laugh, even in the middle of a breakdown, you still want to talk about him.

"no don't worry about me, it was fine." he said, "how can i help you?"

you shrugged, looking down and beginning to play with mikes fingers where his hand now rested on your stomach.

"come on" he insisted, "you always help me when i'm having a bad way and i want to help you now. do you want a snack? do you want to watch a movie, or go for a drive? anything you want, i'll do it for you."

you let out a small laugh at mike's dedication, causing him to squeeze your side. "i'm serious!"

you looked back up and into his eyes, cracking a small smile. "maybe a movie." you said quietly.

"okay, i can do that." mike spoke, starting to get up from his seat on the bed until he was stopped by your hand on his arm.

"but first can you just hold me for a bit. please?" mike looked down at you with a kind of softness that he ever only reserved for you.

"yeah, i can do that too."

the end ☆

#mike schmidt x reader #josh hutcherson x reader #mike schmidt fluff #kelly : mike thoughts 💭

[m4tthewmurd0ck]

Tom Blyth x Actress!Reader

no y/n and i try to avoid descriptors but do use she/her. you star in house of the dragon and your character is aemond targaryen’s girlfriend (let me live ok i know we could change him! he told me!!) aaaand also tbosas as sejanus girlfriend (get it bc rachel and josh and now you and tom). your character in tbosas is nova may winter.

your social media ~

just a fun little social media series, will do this in between editing my coriolanus snow x reader series. first part below the cut, sometime early 2023.

liked by enews and others…

tmz_tv trouble in paradise? rachelzegler and tomblyth spotted looking a little cozy last night! wonder how yourname and joshandresrivera feel!!!

yourname heartbroken!

↳ joshandresrivera shocked!

↳ yourname betrayed!

↳ joshandresrivera bamboozled!

↳ yourname flabbergasted!

↳ joshandresrivera devastated!

↳ yourname yeah that we weren’t invited hadbdjsndj

↳ tomblyth i hate you both 😭

↳ rachelzegler you guys literally had reshoots for tbosas though????

↳ tomblyth and we offered to reschedule for when all 4 of us could go?

↳ yourname fuck we’ve been exposed

↳ joshandresrivera gotta blast!!!

username wait are they really dating?!

↳ username no. rachelzegler is dating joshandresrivera and tomblyth is dating yourname.

↳ username waaaait i just read tbosas. obviously coryo and lucy gray, but also yourname character is dating joshandresrivera character 😂 so everyone had to kiss each others significant other 😂😂😭

↳ username oh to be yourname and rachelzegler

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liked by taylorswift and others…

yourname here to serve your #snowbaird needs! first 3 📸 are the love of my life and tomblyth is in the shots too.

rachelzegler hahaha i love you

↳ yourname marry me when???

tchalamet where was the post for paul and luna when dune came out? #fakefriend #betrayed

↳ yourname timothée??? i literally made a whole youtube video talking about my experience with dune? and i sung your praises for like 10 minutes???

↳ tchalamet not the full first name 😳

joshandresrivera and what about the ship for our characters 🤬

↳ yourname istg you’ll get an entire post dedicated to u once the film is actually out.

↳ joshandresrivera carry on 🤭

ewanmitchell aemond and juliette didn’t get a post either 🤨

↳ yourname aemond killed my baby lucerys, he doesn’t get shit 😞

↳ ewanmitchell you did a whole post when osferth died????

↳ yourname my sweet baby osferth did not deserve to die either 😔

username damn yourname your onscreen boyfriends are low key needy af 🫣

↳ yourname i know right 😩

tmz_tv 👀

↳ yourname this was a joke. i’m laughing at you, not with you.

yourname has blocked tmz_tv

tomblyth caption got me like 😧… and what’s the last photo my love?

↳ yourname my lockscreen is what it is.

↳ username “my love”

↳ username she said my lockscreen hahdudsbdifesz one of us one of us

hunterschafer you’re my spirit animal

↳ yourname hunter is the ACTUAL loml you guys

↳ tomblyth “heart been broke so many times” - rod wave 😧

username i read the book. coriolanus has to choke nova may. tomblyth did u develop a choking kink 🤭😏😏😏

↳ yourname hahahaha username i love you so much for this

↳ username someone spoil it for me why does he choke her

↳ username nova may figures out that coriolanus is the one who betrayed sejanus right when he’s executed and she goes to confront him later. this is when he and lucy gray first get to the cabin. she has a gun but he manages to throw it to the other side of the room. and at least in the book he slams her against a wall and tries to kill her by choking her.

↳ username istg they better put this scene in the movie.

↳ username but does he kill her?

↳ yourname watch and seeeee!

↳ rachelzegler so proud of my girl yourname! we can’t talk about it too much because #spoilers but you guys she’s incredible and it was so cool to watch her and tomblyth film that scene

username i bet tomblyth felt so bad having to be mean to yourname

↳ yourname all jokes aside, tomblyth aka the actual number 1 love of my life, he did feel so bad 😭 i love seeing him turn into coriolanus because it’s obviously so different from who he actually is as a person. but after each take he’d immediately ask if i was okay 🥺🥹

↳ username god i’m so single

if you’d like to be tagged in future tom blyth x actress!reader let me know!

#tbosas #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #tom blyth #rachel seller #josh andres rivera #coriolanus snow #lucy gray baird #sejanus plinth #tom blyth x reader #tom blyth x you #tom blyth x fem!reader #tom blyth x f!reader #tom blyth x actress!reader #tom blyth fluff #tom blyth fanfiction #coriolanus snow x f!reader #coriolanus snow x fem!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #ewan mitchell #house of the dragon #hotg #the last kingdom