Ben making it his absolute mission to knock his girl up-
And he is her dad's best friend.
EDIT: adding in some aesthetics for the top posts line up cover 🫶🏻 clearly I love that picture of ben
Yep yep yep yep yep! That is one shameless mf. He does not care. And of course, because he’s a “stand up guy,” once you “accidentally” fall pregnant, he’s just gotta marry you! Because “it’s the right thing for a man to do, sweetheart.” He’s honestly been kind of annoyed with your dad for the last year or two but if they stopped being friends, he would’ve lost access to you so he’s persevered. He’s actually looking forward to telling your dad and all their mutual friends because that also means bragging that he has the hottest young new wife AND he knocked her up! His life is so perfect, wow. Light up the cigars, he’s celebrating.
OR OR OR
Hear me out, your very old fashioned father who ASKS his best buddy in the whole world, Ben, to do him the small, teeny tiny favor of marrying his oh so wonderful daughter. You’re so sweet and bright and your father is so protective. He worries so much about what kind of guy you might end up with—boys today, because they definitely can’t be considered men, are awful and lazy and useless. He wants you to have a nice easy life where you’re well taken care of. He doesn’t want you to have to work or worry about money or anything beyond a family and your home. So who better for the job than his bestest friend in the world! That way he knows you’ll be with a nice man who’ll take care of you the way you deserve! Ben is wealthy and established, well respected (more or less) in the community, and he’s even got a nice house already! And you’ve always seemed to gravitate towards Ben (because you’ve had a crippling crush on him for years), so it’s a win all around! Unfortunately for you, your dad did not know the full extent of Ben’s sexual deviance or the kind of fun he gets up to on his own. It’s okay though, you’ll find out soon enough. Yea, this is my favorite. Wanna write this so bad.
I’m actually starting to think that you guys have access to my idea notes because this is the THIRD time someone has brought something up that I’ve just recently been thinking about. This is spooky. It’s like we share one hive mind. Like I was just yesterday tinkering with a dbf!ben where you accidentally get pregnant. Literally yesterday.
Sam having a wet dream while reader sleeping next to him (reader dating and haven’t had sex) and then he turns over so he can quietly touch himself and clean up but reader wakes up and they end up having sleepy first time sex
Something like that lol
KINKTOBER Work 1
pairing: sam monroe x afab!eader
summary: during a sleepover between sam and reader on a chilly october night, sam begins to have a wet dream… when he wakes up and goes to go clean himself up, reader awakes and realizes what happened. that results in some lovey dovey, sleepy, first time love making.
a/n: first kinktober work!!! let me know what you think :) hope this is what you wanted, anon! also sorry there’s not exactly and ending on the sex exactly because first times are so different for everyone and I wasn’t sure what to put :p
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It’s a chilly October night, and you’re sleeping over at your boyfriend’s house. You were deep into sleep. Meanwhile, Sam was deep into a dream. Well, deep into you in that dream…
He whined and mumbled softly in his sleep, squirming in the bed. Precum leaked from his tip into his boxers as his hips rutted forward slightly. You two haven’t had sex yet, but Sam was a typical horny male, and his conscience was filled with sex. He could practically feel your tight heat squeezing him.
And then he woke up right before the good part… He gasped softly, blinking, trying to remember where he’s at. He felt you asleep beside him and he sighed. Fuck. That’s when he felt the uncomfortable tightness in his boxers.
He could go jerk off. Or he could choose not to be a creep and go change his precum-stained boxers. Maybe he could do both? Yeah, that seems like the best idea. Then he won’t go to sleep with a hard on poking his partner’s ass, right?
That was the plan until you woke up. You awakened right as he stood from the bed. You rubbed your eyes, adjusting to the dark room, the only light being the moonlight shining in through the window.
“Where are you going?” You ask sleepily, looking at your boyfriend.
“Um…” Sam gulps quietly. “The bathroom.”
“Why’d you hesitate?” You observe.
“I didn’t.” He mumbles shyly. Fuck. He just realized he hasn’t covered his fucking boner yet. He tried to discreetly and quickly cover it with his hands, but you saw it.
“Oh.” You laugh softly, your eyes following his hands that tried to be subtle.
“I’m sorry.” He says, voice barely above a whisper. He looked down at his feet, unable to meet your gaze.
That’s how you two ended tangled in the bed, about to have sex for the first time. Sam shakily rolled the condom onto his cock, taking a deep breath.
“You’re sure?” He repeats for the third time.
“Yes, Sam.” You smile.
“If it hurts, I’ll stop.” Sam reassures you, even as his cock throbs in that condom. Thankfully, you guys have already sleepily, but quickly, prepped each other.
“Okay…” he mumbles, grabbing one of your hands as he lines himself up to your entrance. He slowly pushes it in, just the tip at first. You both gasp immediately. “You okay?”
“Uh-huh.” You nod, pulling him close.
He pushes in, inch by inch, very slowly until he’s bottomed out. It hurts because of his length, but not for too long.
After some time, he starts to slowly move in and out, in and out, so slow. His lips press against yours softly, pecking them.
“Oh…” he breathes heavily. “That feels so good.”
The slightest stimulation has him making noise, resulting in you smiling at him.
His hand squeezes yours as he kisses you a little deeper this time. “Mm, haah… mhm…”
Both of you were still pretty sleepy. Sam rest his head in the crook of your neck, sleepy eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. You wrap your arms around him, legs wrapping around his waist lazily.
“‘S that feel good? Yeah? It feels good for you?” He mumbles. “Fuck…”
Sam wrapped his arms around you like a bear hug, to help make both of you feel more pleasure, but also because you were tired.
His hips thrust at just the right pace, and it felt like he was checking on you every 10 seconds. You peppered each other in kisses. You repeated all of those motions for a few moments until his hand drifted down to your pussy.
His fingers fumbled, struggling to find your clit the first few seconds. When his fingers finally grazed it, you held his hand there and nodded with a soft smile.
“Right there?” He asks.
You nod, relaxing and letting yourself feel all the pleasure push you closer and closer to the edge.
Loving your shy reader x Hotch series. A possible idea - the team is working a case and maybe a local officer is being rude or taking advantage of shy reader and Hotch steps in to defend them.
sanctuary || aaron hotchner x shy!bau!reader
(f!reader, reader is shorter than hotch, an officer is sexist and a dick, slight mention of cannon typical violence but nothing crazy)
thank you for the request my love!! sorry it's taken so long. pls pls pls send me more about them, I have so much love for these two <3 find the rest of my shy!bau!reader and hotch series here!!
It’s been a long night – a long three days. The city you’re in is nice, if small. There are snowcapped mountains and fresh air that’s crisp but not quite cold and a coffee shop that you’re starting to grow a little too fond of. But, as always is the case when you’re traveling, there’s horror leaking out of the houses and through the streets as every family wonders if theirs will be the next home to be set ablaze, sedatives snuck into their vents.
Exhausted, you and Aaron are at the local precinct working late. Morgan and Emily are out doing a few laps around to keep an eye on the geographical radius you and Reid were able to hammer out on the first day and the others are asleep.
You look up to watch Aaron as he writes something down. Not so long ago, you asked him what he is always writing. Every case, he’s bent over papers, pen in hand, scribbling away. You’d noticed it within the first few cases you’d worked together but only questioned it when your closeness meant that a stray mark of ink made its way from his fingertips to your chin. He’d told you that the only way for him to keep his mind moving forward and not worrying about Jack or home or anything other than the case was to write.
You can tell by the way his hand flexes over and over while he clenches the pen that his wrist is sore. Later, if you can gather the courage to follow him to his hotel room or invite him to yours, you’ll massage his arm for him. Now, though, you decide a tea will have to do.
You know he’ll complain about the lack of caffeine, but you know he already struggles to sleep most nights. It’s well after midnight, you want him to sleep as much as he can.
(A small voice in the back of your head reminds you that, once, Aaron divulged that your few naps together were the best sleeps he’s had in years. You’re certain he wouldn’t be opposed to you sharing his room, even though that line hadn’t been crossed. Certain that he wouldn’t expect anything from you, would just let you lay with your cheek on his chest and trace shapes across your shoulders. The thought feels near to a fantasy even though he would never reject you if you asked. You want to, just don’t know how.)
You’re waiting for the water to boil when the door opens. This police station seems to be a repurposed house and there’s a small kitchen that you’re using the stove in. You turn to see one of the officers, likely returning from patrol, in the doorway.
“Hey, sweetheart, glad you’re here. Make me a coffee, while you’re at it, ‘kay?” He doesn’t wait for you to answer, sauntering away.
The coffee pot is full, freshly brewed. You furrow your brows, turning and tapping your nails against the plasticky countertop. You’d caught the gist from the second you entered the station – small town, no female officers, raised brows and quiet comments when they’d seen your team.
The sheriff only directly talked to the guys and Emily had to glare one down to get him to listen when she was talking to him.
Deciding that an argument wasn’t worth it, especially considering the coffee was already ready, you pull down an extra mug and fill it to the brim, leaving no room for sugar or cream just to be a little petty.
You pick up the mugs, holding the handles of your and Aaron’s in one hand, and manage to open the door without help. Your tea is sweet, several scoops of sugar and a healthy dash of milk. Aaron’s only has the barest splash of cream, though, so mixing them up shouldn’t be an issue.
The officer who demanded his coffee is at his desk, leaning back in his chair and talking loudly to the only other officer in the building. You set his mug on the corner of his desk and turn back to the table you and Aaron are sharing.
You set the mug at his elbow, resting a hand on his shoulder lightly so he looks up. “Take a break, we should probably leave soon,” you whisper.
Aaron nods at you, not smiling, not now when the air is thick with tension and the setting is so public, but meeting your eye with a sort of purpose that reminds you of his smiles – direct and open and meant only for you.
You sit down with a leg tucked under you and take a sip of your tea, listening to Aaron begin to read you some of his notes – another new development. You like it when he talks, an admission you made once when very tired and slightly tipsy on the plane home. Aaron likes to walk you through his thought process, knowing you’ll let him talk through his thoughts and only interrupt if you have some new revelation to share with him. It’s a win and has gotten you through several long nights and tough blocks on cases.
You’re building this steady foundation together, slowly but surely, and it feels a little like you’re weightless. You don’t quite have your feet under you, you’re not ready to run headfirst. You think Aaron likes that, though, he can count on you only doing what you’re comfortable with. Sometimes you worry that you’re moving too slow for him. You blush easily, still tuck your chin to hide your smile when he compliments you. Still have to whisper when you tell him he’s handsome, even though that’s becoming a more frequent habit. Still wait for him to kiss you most days, though you’ve become braver with that too. The anxiety trickles in that he should be with someone stronger, as forthcoming with their feelings as he is, but it’s quickly soothed by relentless care from Aaron.
You’re lavishing in the quiet dialogue from him, letting the familiarity of his voice soothe you as you begin to let your thoughts dig into the case again, when the voice of the officer cuts in.
“Hey, girl,” he says. You know he knows your name, he was only reminded of it this morning, but you look up anyway. He’s holding his mug up, tilted toward you. “The fuck is this? Nobody teach you how to make a coffee?”
You’re stunned at this. It’s not the first time an officer in a town just like this has spoken to you like this, but in front of others so brazenly is shocking.
“Excuse me?” Aaron asks, looking up at the man and setting his pen down.
“I’m surprised you keep her on your staff, man, to be honest,” the officer jokes, obviously not paying attention to the disgusted gaze Aaron has leveled him with.
“The agent you’re speaking to is a highly qualified member of my team with more talent than you could possibly possess. I’m surprised you’re still staffed when you’re unable to remember to put in a belt in the morning and obviously are frequently distracted by your ongoing divorce.”
You fight a smile, lifting your mug to hide your expression.
The officer tries to interject but Aaron stands, bending to collect your bag. Taking the cue, you tidy the desk.
The room is cold and quiet as you follow Aaron out. He stops by the man’s desk, bending forward and tilting the picture of the officer and his family so he can examine it closer. “In the future, I would use more caution with who you speak to that way. Not only can she outshoot most of my team, I also don’t take too well with disrespect toward any of my agents
Later, you do follow Aaron into his hotel room. It’s next to yours, so it’s easy and nowhere near as awkward as you were afraid of. You soak in the pleased smile he sends you when you do.
He sets your bag down on the bed and turns toward you, mouth open to say something as neither of you addressed the situation in the car.
You shock him again, though, reaching a hand up to his cheek and pushing yourself on your toes to kiss him, firm and quick. “Thank you,” you say, voice quiet and meeting his eyes. His hands make their way against the small of your back, keeping you near him.
“I’m sorry for stepping in, I know you don’t like to make a scene,” Aaron replies despite the self-pleased smile that is stretching across his face. You shake your head, sliding your hand from his cheek to the back of his head, slotting your fingers into the short hair there.
“I actually think I liked it – you making a scene for me.”
“Yeah?” Aaron asks, letting you tilt his head down to ease the strain on you reaching up.
You nod, tugging him to kiss you. He obliges, of course, pressing his mouth to yours eagerly. It’s warm, his kiss, and he wastes no time deepening it, reaching his hands down further to lift you by the thighs and walk you to the bed.
You gasp, of course, hiding your face in his shoulder, fighting a pleased laugh.
the only people who care about Cuba are Cubans and internet Marxists who fetishize it, so I think you're just gonna have to get used to people having fuckass takes on it and being useful idiots
clearly not because there are tons of aid floating and flying on its way to cuba as well speak despite usamerican pressure but sure go ahead and pop a vessel about it
⠀⠀⠀⠀♰⠀ 𓈒 ⠀bigbro!sam x lilsis!reader⠀ ﾉ⠀tip jar! commissions are open! <3
"you don't have to keep coming in here, you know. you're big enough to shower on your own." sam tells you, watching as you come into the shower and close the frosted glass door behind yourself, humming like this is the most normal thing in the world. well, it is, but over the years, sam has begun to value his privacy, the privacy that you consistently encroach on with your sweet voice and unending curiosity.
you shrug, grabbing your floral scented wash off the rack. you involuntarily give him a twirl as you spin in a circle to get your entire body wet, something you've always done that amuses sam to no end. "well, i like to shower with you, sammy," you declare, now facing away from him. his gaze travels down the expanse of your back to your ass, to the back of your thighs and back up to the back of your head. he rests a hand on your shoulder, stepping close so his chest is touching your back. "yeah, i know." he mutters.
while you both lather yourselves separately, sam can't help but get touchy. his hands come to rest on your hips, pulling you back against him fully. "you do this on purpose, i know you do," he murmurs quietly as he leans over you, his necklace tickling you. "you're a little..." "sam," you whine, cutting him off. "i'm not! i can't just shower with my big brother?" you pout, and he knows you're pouting, even though he can't see it. he stares down at the floor in thought before pulling away.
the routine continues. you wash your hair, he checks you out. as you lather your hair, his hand finds your side, running up and teasing the side of your breast. your breath hitches, but you don't stop him. taking your silence as an invitation, his hand rests on the whole thing and gives it a squeeze, making you moan softly. "sammy," his already hard cock teases your back. he swallows, pausing momentarily before continuing his movements, tweaking your nipple. "yeah?"
"more," you moan, arching up against his hand. he steps forward, other hand coming to grope your other breast, a groan leaving him. his cock nestles against your ass and he ruts his hips forward for friction, hands kneading your tits hungrily, fingers tweaking your nipples a bit harder than intended. "fuck," he breathes against your neck, teasing your sensitive skin.
just then, the sound of your mother's voice comes through the door, muffled and barely heard over the shower. "sam! hurry up, your friends are here!" then retreating footsteps. he looks down at you and curses angrily before pulling away, giving himself a quick rinse and shoving away, getting out of the shower and leaving you disoriented and needy.
What's annoying me personally is that the Troy Barrett tag is unusable now, like people can and should post whatever they want and and they can and should use the character tag to do so, but AT LEAT tag it as "[character] bashing" or "[character] negative" or literally ANY other blacklist-able tag, like holly shit where's the basic fandom etiquette? and you can't even say "oh these are just kids new to fandom, they don't know what they're doing" because you go to their blog to block them and move on and most of these people are in their 30s 💀
THIS!!!
I seriously can’t fathom how in the span of 48 hours every bit of content I get about Troy is negative. How tf do I filter it wtf. An “anti Troy Barrett” would do the trick but nooo
Also I’m sorry but even if these people were kids, if they can be in a fandom that’s basically about hockey players having sex and touches on topics like rape, homophobia, depression, suicide, etc. I’m not going to treat them like kids sorry not sorry
