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somno, PiV, begging, biting, dry humping, orgasm denial

wc: 2.1k

At first, Toby would creak open the door of your bedroom while you slept, just out of curiosity. A moment of perversion that nobody would ever find out about, a silent sin just for him.

He'd peer in, memorizing your sleeping form. Your vulnerable position, your slow and soft breathing, how your hair was sprawled all over your pillow. Your vulnerability made his dick ache, and he had to physically stop himself from crawling into bed with you.

Of course you and Toby had missions together, maybe the occasional smoke session, but you were never quite close enough. Not in the way he wanted you to be, anyway. He savored the moments you happened to be close to him, your smooth skin brushing against his scar ridden body, the feeling giving him a high that he couldn't recreate with anything else.

He had obviously jerked off to you before, but only to the thought of you. Never did he think he'd stoop this low; coming into your bedroom at night, wishing to be the blanket that wrapped around you.

He'd palm himself while keeping his gaze on you, admiring the way your chest rose and fell. Slowly, he'd slide his hand into his pants, careful to not make any noise. He'd stroke himself in synch with your gentle breaths, a silent plea to be closer connected with you.

Quickly, he learned that you are in no way a light sleeper, as you would display no reaction to any of his verbal tics. Even after he whistled once, your sleeping face was unwavering. Somehow, this made it better for him: he could grunt and groan right next to you and you'd give zero reaction.

On one particularly warm summer night, you opted for a tank top and shorts instead of the usual oversized t-shirt. And though Toby would usually get his fix watching you from your doorway, he couldn't help but come closer.

Slowly, he walked over to your bed. You were laying on your back, blankets half covering you, and he thought it was the hottest thing ever. Part of the pleasure was knowing what he's doing is wrong, and disgusting.

He stared at your face almost innocently, his eyes filled with admiration and longing. You looked so pure, like a baby deer. He felt terrible for "corrupting" that image of you, but couldn't help chasing the feeling it gave him.

He gently placed his hand on your chest, feeling the way it rises and falls. His thumb rubbed circles on your collarbone, and he couldn't stop staring at your face.

Then, his hand landed on your breast, feeling the warmth of it against his hand, before giving it a gentle squeeze. He bit back a whimper when your body subconsciously arched against his hand.

"F-Fuck." He whispered, squeezing your breast again. The way your body reacted to just his hand made his dick strain against his pants, the way you unknowingly allowed him to touch you so sensually set him off. Something about you wanting him without knowing it made him feel some sort of deep connection with you, like you definitely wanted him back just because of this.

Almost hesitantly, he leaned his head down, neck twitching, and pressed his lips against yours. He was so gentle, the kiss was barely even there, partly to not awake you, but partly so he didn't lose control. Toby knows himself; one sloppy kiss and he's cumming in his pants.

He pulled away slowly, trying to see if you woke up from the contact, and let out a sigh upon seeing your soft sleeping face.

His hand came up to your cheek, his thumb resting against your lip.

"Shit," he mumbled, "y'lips are s-so fucking warm."

He traced his thumb over your lips, admiring how soft they are. Suddenly, and carefully, he crawled next to you in bed. He stays tense, being careful to not stir the bed too much, and places his hand on your lower stomach.

His pinky gradually inches under your sleep shorts, almost giving him space to decide if he should really go through with what he wants to do.

Ultimately, he slides his hand into your panties. His hand rests against your sex as he looks back up at your face, focusing on the way your eyebrows slightly furrow, your lips parting.

His hips twitch, craving friction against his straining dick. He slid his fingers against your heat, feeling how soaked you are. Slowly, he rubs his fingers against your clit. You let out a quiet mix of a whimper and a moan, and it makes his hips stutter. He doesn't want to wake you, but he can't deny the feeling you're inflicting upon him. He continues rubbing you, loving the sounds he's eliciting from your lips.

The way the moonlight was hitting your body, the way you smelt, the way your brows would furrow when he rubbed just right, it was intoxicating to him.

He knew he shouldn't be doing this. He knew he shouldn't be enjoying how your body was reacting to his fingers, your hips moving against him. Subconsciously, he began rutting against your leg as he touched you, imagining his dick replacing his hand.

He slid his fingers down, covered in your slick, teasing your entrance. Carefully, he slid two fingers in, admiring how your flesh squeezed against him.

Suddenly, he feels you stir. His eyes dart to your face, widening as he sees you waking up.

You let out a whine as your rubbed your eyes before looking down, seeing Toby, and feeling his fingers inside of you.

He stared back at you, beginning to remove his fingers, mumbling frantically, "I'm so s-sorry-"

"Don't stop," you whine, bucking your hips. "Please." You finish.

He stares at you unsurely, before readjusting his fingers. He slides them in and out with ease. Quietly, he whispers, "L-Like this?"

"Yes," you gasp, "just like that, Toby." You can't help but arch, leaning your head back into the pillow. You hadn't yet comprehended the situation; you woke up to one of your best friends laying in your bed, fingers buried in you. Something felt so deliciously dirty about the moment, he was so cocky in the beginning, but now nervous and eager to please.

Abruptly, Toby leaned down and caught your lips in a kiss. You returned it eagerly, moaning against his lips.

He rubbed his clit with your thumb, desperate to feel you moan against him once more. He bit your bottom lip roughly, soothing it with a gentle lick. "S-Sorry," he grunted, "I got exicted."

You smiled against his lips, biting back a giggle.

"Felt... good." you reassured, hoping he'd do it again. His fingers kept moving, meeting in time with your moans. The way he studied you was exhilarating, his eyes going back and forth between your pussy and your face, as if he couldn't tell which he wanted to stare at more.

He felt you flutter around his fingers, nearing your peak. He leaned down, placing a firm kiss against your lips, before he breathed, "don't cum until I tell you. O-okay?"

You looked up at him, whining, "I- I won't. M'promise."

He grinned, leaning his face down into your neck. Then, he bit roughly, while at the same time curling his fingers roughly inside of you. You whined, stunned at the sudden pain. At the same time, something about it felt good.

He licked your neck, for pleasure or for licking drawn blood you couldn't tell, but it made you clench around his fingers. He placed another rough bite lower on your neck, his teeth slowly sinking into you.

"F-Fuck," he cursed, "your skin, it's so.."

"Pretty."

"Come here, Toby," you mumbled, cupping his cheek and bringing his lips back to yours. The taste of his mouth was intoxicating somehow, and he was so rough it almost felt gentle. He pulled his fingers out, eliciting a moan from you because of the loss.

"N-Need more," he whined against your lips, "Need more of you." He humped your leg faster, chasing release.

"Tell me what you want," you breathed, lacing your fingers in his hair.

"Y-your pussy," he grunted, "I want you- I want to make you cum on my dick."

You sat up, giving him one last rough kiss. Swiftly, you straddled his lap. His hands grasped your hips, pulling you flush against him, rubbing your closed sex against the tent in his pants. You moved your hips in time with his, letting out quiet whines, before your hands traveled down to unbutton his pants.

His tip was already covered in pre-cum, completely flushed. You wrapped a hand around it, squeezing it, before giving it a rough stroke.

Toby groaned, his hips bucking up. "God, I knew y-you had good hands." He whimpered. "K-Knew you'd be perfect."

You grinned as you let go of him, leaning back. You lifted up to slide your shorts off, tossing them to the side. Toby's hands shot out, grabbing your hips, tracing the lace edges of your panties with his thumbs. "Leave t-these on," he mumbled. "Looks cute. R-Real cute."

You nodded in response, letting out a whine as he pulled you close to him once more. His hand trailed down, teasing your clothed pussy. His fingers traveled up and down your slit, drowning himself in the feeling of your slick soaking through.

He pulled your panties to the side, exposing you partially. You cupped his cheek, mostly for a sense of stability, before lining yourself up with his tip. He whined at the contact, forcing himself not to buck up. "W-We can go slow, yeah? Don't w-wanna hurt' ya," he rasped.

You look up, eyes meeting his. Somehow, he was the vulnerable one now; here he was, exposed, just for you. Something about him was so innocent, his brown curls falling in his face, his habit of nervously chewing his lip, it felt so real.

You slowly sink down onto him, feeling every curve and vein against your sensitive walls. It hurt, but felt so good. It felt like your souls were intertwining, a feeling that inflicted something bittersweet on the moment, but nonetheless beautiful.

Toby groaned, pressing his lips against yours sloppily. The kiss was so raw, so genuine. Your teeth clicked, and you felt Toby smile against your lips, wrapping his arms around your waist.

Unhurriedly, you began to move your hips up and down, letting out a whine at the lingering ache. Toby simply kissed your cheek before whispering, "I-I've gotcha. It's o-okay."

"Too... big," you mumbled. Toby let out a boyish chuckle, resting his hands on your hips.

After a moment of adjustment, you began to move. You clung to his shoulders, whining into his neck. He pulled your hips down hard, admiring the way his dick disappeared into you. Every sound you let out made his dick twitch, leaving him completely defenseless. He trailed his thumb down to your clit, rubbing rough circles.

"Shit," you whined, "keep doing that." His rough hands littered with blisters and cuts felt tender against you. You chased your own release, bouncing your hips, savoring the way his tip hit your g-spot so roughly.

You brushed your lips against his, whining against them. "M'close," Toby grunted, kissing your lips almost violently. You bit his bottom lip, feeling yourself squeeze around him. The way he's hitting your g-spot mixed with the rough circles he's rubbing on your clit inches you closer to your release. "Mm.. me too," you mumble, pushing yourself closer to him. His smell was so musky, smelling like the lingering earthy scent of the forest.

"Fuck," Toby breathed, "squeezing me so f-fucking good." He uncontrollably bucked his hips up with little to no rhythm, letting out desperate whimpers.

Your orgasm flowed through you in forceful waves, making you spasm around his cock. He let out a mix of a moan and groan, his own release coursing through him. He continued bouncing you on him, helping you ride out your orgasm. He lied down with you, pulling you flush against him, still inside of you.

His uneven breaths came out softly against the top of your head. Sweetly, he pressed a kiss on your forehead, before whispering, "D-Did so good f-for me. So good".

You couldn't help but let your lips curl up into a slight smile, resting your head against his chest. You'd seen this gentle side of Toby before, but it was rare.

His arms were limp but firm around you, keeping you against him like you were the most precious thing in the world.

my first time writing smut lol bear 🐻 with me

patrick stump x f!reader

summary: you're sad but patrick's there to make you happy

word count: 1,117

silent confession, fluff

you were having another one of your gloomy nights. even while in your own bed, you felt lost, and the thought of anyone interrupting your continuous melancholy felt larger than life.

you were trying to distract yourself, mindlessly clicking through channels on tv. nothing could make it fade away.

then, ironically, you heard a knock at the door.

at first you wanted to just ignore it, to hope whoever was there could feel your despair through the walls and know to stay away. however, something pushed you to get up and walk to the door. even just the walk from your bed, to the living room, to the front door, felt like a journey.

"im coming," you mumbled, having to force the words out.

finally, you open the door to be met with patrick, standing there with his messily spiked-to-the-side hair and his usual band t-shirt. he gives you his sweet curved up smile, seemingly happy to see you.

"hey, you haven't answered any of my texts all day, i thought i'd come by." he said.

what he was saying internally was that he recognized your pattern, he knew that when you didn't answer him something had to be going on.

somehow, you smile glumly, murmuring out a quiet "come in".

he comfortably walks in, used to your house. he follows you with his eyes, secretly letting you lead the way, till you land on the couch, curling up. he thought it was sweet how you did that. once, he remarked that you were like a cat making itself comfortable.

he joined you on the couch, sitting close to you. you paid no mind to the proximity, he usually sat with you that way, sometimes holding your hand. or laying on your shoulder. or pulling you to lay on his. and sure, his friends joked that you seemed like a couple, but you paid no mind to that either. sure, it made your heart speed up, and created a colossal of butterflies in your stomach, but once again, you paid no mind.

and after a few moments of silence, patrick slowly leaned closer and wrapped his arms around you, just as you hoped he would. of course, all the other times he'd done this had at least a hint of friendship still remaining, but this time you found none of it. not in a negative way, but in a way that deep down you knew you couldn't continue to just be friends with him.

it never failed to surprise you how well your bodies could fit together. his arms went perfectly around your shoulders, your head flawlessly falling into the crook of his neck, with zero gaps. you could smell his natural scent, without any cologne getting in the way. embarrassingly enough, you were fan-girling over him in every way in your mind. the way his warmth enveloped you, the way the softness of his arms cradled you, and how his adorable face, and lips, were so close to yours. undeniably, it made your heart speed up.

finally snapping you out of your trance, he spoke softly,

"what's on your mind?"

you pondered the question, and realized whatever was giving you the morbs before was put on pause in his presence. slowly, you looked up at him, meeting his gentle gaze, and breathed out,

"just.. you."

the words you mumbled out without thought made your cheeks warm, as cliche as it sounds. but it was true, he was all that was on your mind. how could he not be, with the way he's holding you so closely.

he chuckled quietly, sweetly brushing your hair behind your ear. for a moment he just gazed at your face, not with confusion, but with admiration. he looked at you like you were the most precious thing to him.

you wondered why tonight felt so different with patrick. why his smile that usually seemed dorky seemed so romantic, and why the arms that've held you numerous times suddenly felt so intimate.

even in thought, you couldn't help but lean closer to his intoxicating smell and warmth. you nuzzled your head against him, and he gently rubbed circles on your back. it felt so right being there, like you were born to be there.

suddenly he brought his hand to your cheek, lifting your face up to look at him. after a brief moment of pondering, he leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss against your forehead. it surprised you, it was the first time his lips had ever touched your skin. it made you feel so flustered, and left you somehow feeling breathless.

you looked up at him with an almost dumbfounded expression and saw that you weren't the only one flustered. he looked as if he was afraid he did the wrong thing, like he just ruined a friendship he cherished so dearly.

you couldn't help but glance at his plush lips, and it didn't go unnoticed by him. he glanced at your lips before licking his own. the air felt tense now, almost heavy, but surprisingly comfortable. it was so childish how you were both flushed and nervous, which made it all the more meaningful.

finally your gaze caught his just as shy one, and an almost quiet agreement was made. he cupped your cheek once more, leaning closer to your face, and whispered hoarsely,

"i want to- i want to kiss you."

your breath hitched. his breath was shakey, and so was yours, intensifying what was already at stake, your friendship.

he blinked a few times before speaking again, this time in a worried, rushed tone,

"im- sorry, i didn't-"

he was interrupted by your sudden nerve to finally press your lips against his, savoring the electric feeling you've been yearning for. he kept his hands still on your body, more focused on pouring his love into you with his lips. you couldn't help but giggle softly against his lips at his passion, and sweetly enough, he giggled back.

when you pulled away and looked up at him, you saw him as a completely new person. not only as a friend, but as someone who loves you irrevocably. you both tried to catch your breath, still laying in your gentle embrace. the room felt lighter, and filled with a sense of relief.

after a few moments, you spoke shyly,

"...i've been waiting for that, pat."

he smiled bashfully, letting out a chuckle, before kissing your cheek.

fox mulder x f!reader

summary: after looking for you for two months after your abduction, mulder finally finds you.

word count: 1.5k

slowburn, fluff

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it had been two months since you were abducted during a case in new jersey, investigating multiple disappearances.

mulder, scully, and everyone else in your small corner of the FBI, had been consistently trying to find where you were being kept, especially mulder. the man hadn't gotten more than 4 hours of sleep per night knowing you were potentially in the hands of a terrorist.

every attempt to find you somehow backfired. mulder, or scully, would receive a call taunting them with your captivity multiple times throughout the weeks, all from different pay phones in numerous states. hardly any real investigating could be done to predict any motive or place where you'd be taken.

until now.

mulder was up till 5am, rereading everything that had been documented on your abduction, until he received a phone call. immediately he picked it up, and a computer automated voice spoke, "she is beneath the welmonts clock factory". immediately after the computer finished its message, the phone hung up. of course, mulder had already looked there on account of the lone gunman telling him a possible "obsession" of the abductor was clocks, and that was the oldest clock factory in the entire midwest. however, he was unsure of what "beneath" meant. without a second thought, he was out the door, and in the car.

upon arrival at the crummy old clock factory, which hadn't been in business for god knows how long, everything seemed as it was the last time mulder was there. the thought that this was a set up, a hoax to lead him to a secluded area, crossed his mind, but something told him to persevere and enter.

nothing had moved an inch since the last time he was here two weeks ago, but the air was thicker. maybe it was his anticipation to find you, or something was truly wrong with this place. he walked around quietly, inspecting things just as he had before. the whole place looked like one day everyone just left, even leaving clocks fully assembled on the various conveyer belts. while lifting his foot to walk towards the second door to exit, the tip of mulder's shoe hit something. while he was about to continue toward the exit, he instinctively looked down, noticing how the tile was subtly misplaced, and looked as if it had been jostled many times. he kneeled down, and very slowly lifted the tile up, revealing a small handle, but not a full trap door. after a small inspection, he lifted up the connected tiles surrounding the handle, and they stuck together as if manufactured that way. the full door was revealed now, and he quietly opened it. he peered in, and after seeing no visible threat, he began to climb down the small steps. he pulled out his flashlight and pointed it around, pulling his gun out and keeping it close. suddenly he heard a whimper, a sort of crying sound, and quickly turned his head to the noise, and finally spotted you.

and to put it simply, you had seen better days. your hair was knotted, clothes stained from god knows what, and eyes puffy and teary. he hastily made his way over to you and kneeled in front of you, gently reaching out his hand,

"(y/n).." he mumbled, before pulling you close, bringing your head to his shoulder.

you could do nothing but let out a soft, strained cry, and hug him back weakly.

after a few seconds of your yearning embrace, you mumbled faintly,

"mulder, we have to get out of here. he'll be back soon."

he looked as if he was pulled back into reality. he was so focused on taking in the presence that he had missed so dearly that he had forgotten there was a serious threat among the both of you.

swiftly, he picked you up, holding you protectively, and began to make his way back up the steps leading up to the clock factory. at the final step, he peered out, quickly scanning the area. after he stepped out, you shivered. it was much colder out here than it was in the dark cellar you were being held in.

you'd never seen mulder act the way he currently was, not ever. not even the plethora of times you've seen him carrying the victim of whatever case you were on to safety. while saving you, he seemed more serious about it. maybe it was because it was more personal to him, more personally important.

the look on his face told you he had no idea what to do, but he never faltered. he had a habit of doing that with you, as to not make you worry. you missed that.

he carefully opened up the back door and made his way back to his car, his eyes now filled with anger. anger for not noticing the slightly misplaced tile. anger for not doing better to save you quicker. he gently placed you in the passenger seat of the car and took off his jacket to drape it around your shoulders, even though you both knew you needed to get out of there as soon as possible. he got into the drivers seat and immediately headed to the nearest hospital while pulling out his phone and dialing a number before speaking,

"hey scully, it's mulder, i found her. im headed to the hospital. get people out to the welmonts clock factory as soon as possible."

for a moment you saw tears swell in his eyes, a slight quiver in his voice accompanying it. he hung up immediately after finishing his message, giving scully no time to question him.

you finally felt like you could rest. for two months you had been in constant fear, not knowing what the man who held you there was capable of, and not knowing if you'd ever be saved.

subconsciously, you leaned your head over to mulders shoulder, and hugged his arm. his hand subtly found yours, holding it gently, and rubbing it with his thumb. you'd missed his smell so much, and it lulled you into a much needed sleep.

when you woke up, you were in a hospital bed. the room smelt clean, much cleaner than the cellar of the clock factory. the bed was stiff but a vast upgrade compared to sleeping propped up against a concrete wall. you looked around the room, taking it in, before your eyes landed on mulder sitting on the couch, sleeping. you couldn't help but smile knowing he'd been in the room keeping you company, even while you both slept. just then, a nurse entered your room.

"you're finally awake. how do you feel?" she asked.

for a moment you'd forgotten how to speak. such kindness hadn't been a normality to you for some time.

"i feel.. safe again. though, my head hurts. its been a while since i've been able to sleep."

just then, mulder woke up, sitting up and looking at you with raised eyebrows.

"hey.. look who's awake." he said, with his usual playful grin.

though weak, you couldn't help but smile and let out a quiet giggle.

the nurse took your vitals, asked you if you needed anything, then left as quickly as she came.

mulder didn't seem to pay much mind to her, though, his eyes were on your the entire time.

he got up and sat on the edge of the bed, looking down at you with a subtle smile. then, he took a gentle hold of your hand, rubbing slow circles with his thumb. he knew it comforted you when he did that.

before your mind could process what your mouth was saying, the words "i missed you" left your lips in a whisper.

"..i felt so lost without you mulder," you continued, "i didn't know how to save myself."

he raised a hand to your cheek, cupping it gently.

"you're safe now, with me," he murmured. "i knew id find you (y/n)."

for the first time in ages, your lips curled into a sincere smile, looking up at him with vulnerability, trust, and above all, love.

he leaned down and planted a kiss on your forehead before pulling away and looking into your eyes. then, after a few moments of silence, he slowly lowered his face down, leaning his lips close to yours.

a breath caught between you, hesitation stretching far too long. his lips ghosted over yours, warming up to the feeling, before he softly pressed his lips against yours.

it felt electric, like a million confessions compacted into one kiss. tentatively, he held your face, not letting his hands go to waste. you felt the pit of love for him that had been manifesting for months finally bursting up, flowing into him.

he pulled away slightly out of breathe, before running his thumb over your bottom lip, a soft smile growing on his face. you shyly grinned back up at him. no words were needed to declare what you both were feeling in the moment.

he kissed your cheek before leaning close to your ear to whisper,