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Every, " I can do it myself" girl needs an "I know, but let me do it for you" man.

This is so fucking cute !!!!!

Who knew Shawn Hatosy had a musical passion for the Friends theme!

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Update: feeling pretty left out I didn’t get recruited to sing Imagine, so to do my part here’s a video of me singing another VERY importan

You’re not depressed. You just need $250,000 in your bank account.

COMFORT IN THE CHAOS

PAIRING: Michael “Robby” Robinavitch x Female Reader

RATING: Explicit

WORD COUNT:

SUMMARY: 1258

Robby gets home late from work and joins you in the bath.

TAGS/WARNINGS:

established relationship, no use of y/n, domestic fluff, sharing a bath, pet names (sweetheart, baby), no plot, single pov - robby

explicit sexual content (18+ MDNI): fingering, hand job, hair pulling, kissing, light edging, begging, switch behavior

LINKS:

main blog | ao3 | masterlists

Robby gets home late, closer to nine than to seven like he was scheduled. His back aches and his feet are tired but none of that matters because as he unlocks the door to his apartment, he knows that you’re going to be there waiting for him.

He drops his bag to the floor and kicks off his shoes. You’re not in the living room, watching TV, or in the kitchen, leaning against the counter as you dig a spoon straight into a pint of ice cream. He checks the bedroom and you’re not curled under the quilt but he can hear soft music through the slightly open bathroom door so he peeks inside.

You’re in the bath, bubbles up to your neck and your head tilted back on the edge of the tub. You’ve left the vanity lights off, opting instead for the singular light above the shower so the room is only dimly lit. Your eyes are closed and if it weren’t for the way you move your hands in the water, he would think you were asleep.

“Are you going to keep staring or join me?” You ask, lifting your head to look at him. He steps further into the room, crouching down by the tub.

“I don’t know, you seem pretty happy in there by yourself,” he says, reaching in to flick some of the warm water at you.

Despite his reply, he stands and removes his clothes and you shift forward in the water, giving him space to settle in behind you, his legs on either side of yours and your back to his chest. A bit of water escapes the tub but you’re not bothered and he doesn’t care, too content with the way the heat soothes his pain and the weight of your body against his.

“How was work?” You ask. He settles his palms against your belly, traces his nose against the shell of your ear.

“I’m two hours late. How do you think it was?”

“I’m just making conversation,” you reply. He can hear the accompanying eye roll in your tone.

“Maybe,” he says, sliding his hands lower, “I don’t want to talk about work.” You hum, head dropping back against his shoulder. Your thighs part just enough for him to fit his hand between them. “In fact, I don’t really want to talk at all.”

He uses two fingers to circle your clit and brings his other hand to one of your breasts, squeezing it before pinching your nipple until you gasp. You squirm in his hold, your ass rubbing against his hard cock. He plays with your pussy to his heart’s content, slowing down when he thinks you’re close and picking up the pace when you whine for more.

You reach your arm up, wrapping it around the back of his neck, anchoring yourself to him. You lift one leg over the edge of the tub, opening yourself up. He wishes he could see past the bubbles as he slides two fingers inside of you and your body tenses against him.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he whispers against your neck. “That feel good?”

“Yeah,” you manage, voice hitching on the word when he curls his fingers.

He sinks his teeth into the side of your neck, right over your pulse, making you gasp and tighten around him. He grinds his palm against your clit on every thrust of his hand and curls his fingers every time he withdraws until he knows you’re right on the edge.

“Ask me if you can come,” he says.

“Can I come?” You dutifully respond.

“You can do better than that.” He slows down just slightly but it’s enough to make you groan in frustration. “Ask nicely.”

“Please can I come?”

Robby resumes his earlier pace, giving your clit extra attention with messy swipes of his thumb. It’s not long before you’re arching your back and tightening around his fingers as you come, pretty mouth open wide in a silent gasp. You collapse against him, chest heaving with labored breaths, and he slowly withdraws his fingers, sliding his hand up your body until he’s cupping your jaw and turning your face toward his for a kiss.

You turn your body to face him, straddling his thighs and reaching down to take his cock in your hand, making him hiss. His hands roam your body as you start to pump your fist and lean forward for a kiss that’s hungry, messy, tongues moving together in shared desperation.

Your other hand fists his hair and you tug, hard, breaking the kiss. His eyes open and you’re looking down at him, haloed in the dim light, and for a moment he thinks that this might be a glimpse of heaven.

“You take such good care of me, you know that?” Your voice is a low murmur, your lips close enough to touch but your tight hold on his hair makes it impossible to bridge the small distance. His fingers flex, digging into your hips. “You must be exhausted.”

Robby makes a noise of agreement. You twist your hand around the head of his cock, smooth your thumb over the slit. His thighs flex and toes curl from the overwhelming sensation.

“Come on, baby.” You lick his throat, nipping at his earlobe. “Let go for me.”

His orgasm washes over him with another two strokes, the combination of your voice and touch too much to bear for too long. You ease him through it before letting go of his softening cock and releasing your grip on his hair.

He cups your face and brings you in for a kiss, pouring his gratitude into the movement of his mouth against yours. When you pull away, he watches you lean back to turn on the faucet and grab a bottle of shampoo.

You unhook the spray attachment from its holder, turning it on low. He tips his head forward to let you spray his hair.

“You don’t have to—“

“Hush,” you interrupt. “Let me do this.”

He doesn’t argue after that. Not when you pour a bit of shampoo in your palm and lather it up, carding your fingers through his hair. Not when you drag the suds down into his beard and lightly scratch, a sensation almost as good as the orgasm you gave him.

You rinse the soap from his hair and face with a level of care that makes his chest ache. After that, you wash what you can reach of his body with some of your body wash, ensuring he smells more like vanilla and less like hospital antiseptic.

When you’re done, you both stand to do a cursory sweep of the sprayer to get the lingering bubbles off. He opens the drain and climbs out of the tub, holding out a hand to help steady you as you get out.

Robby dries himself off and drops his towel to the floor, kicking it around to soak up the small puddle of water that’s formed around the tub as a result of your activities. You leave the bathroom, wrapped in your towel, and he grabs another towel from the closet to wrap around his waist before following you into the kitchen.

You heat up the plate of dinner you kept for him in the microwave. He pulls out a pint of ice cream and a spoon. You eat together, leaning against the kitchen counters, and Robby knows one thing for certain.

At the end of the day, you’re his comfort in the chaos.

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this has got to be a sick joke how the FUCK does he look that good

𝐩𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰 – 𝐬. 𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭, 𝟏𝟖+) | this started as a little ficlet and blew up to 6 pages on google docs. oops!! warnings include smut, language, dirty talk, spit play, masturbation, dry (pillow) humping, oral (m receiving), deepthroating, fingering, penetrative sex (p in v), squirting, bodily fluids (heavily mentioned), sexual tension, and simon being jealous of a pillow. reader is written as having a vagina, but all pronouns/nicknames are gender-neutral! this is so gross and i hope you enjoy!! <3 (w.c: 2.0k)

Simon nearly chokes at the sight. It’s more of a dream, actually, and he isn’t sure he’s really awake until the damp spot he sees staining his pillowcase compels a spark all the way down to his cock.

Both rows of teeth bare into the bottom lip he’s rolled into his mouth. Breath blowing out scorching through his mask, he pulls off the fabric with a slow peel. There’s no worry about keeping it down, as you’re in an entirely different world. Humping in long hauls, your bare ass glides itself fervently over and back the surface of his pillow.

Simon sucks in a long inhale that does nothing to stop the buzzing that rattles his body. The plush is an artful mess, wet and blemished by your juices. The source, your seeping center, is just barely visible to Simon as you hover your clit and work it straight into the cushion. He can tell you’ve been at it for a while, teetering yourself on the same edge he likes to dangle you over.

You’re a vision and sound a symphony. Sad, little cries tumble out of you at a rapid rate as you grind yourself faster, your hips slanting just right to pull a louder groan that goes muffled into the mattress.

“Fuck, Si,” you sound out into the dim room, and the dam breaks, blasting open with harsh intensity. He shuts his door with a quiet slam but it’s loud enough to catch your attention. A gasp exits you as you whip around into a sit, clutching the pillow with a sheepish stare right into Simon’s wild eyes.

The air is too thick to breathe, so you don’t. Instead, you hold in a chestful of air as Simon stalks over to you. He stops just at the edge of the mattress, not having to utter a word before you leave behind the forgotten pillow to crawl his way.

He continues to say nothing, only watching with great restraint as you ease up to him. Your eyes cement onto the thick bulge, Simon sucking in a hiss at the palm you slide over it.

“I missed you,” your voice announces, and you let your eyes flutter closed as you drag a soft cheek over his clothed dick. Simon grips the other side of your face with his large palm, thumbs ghosting a touch over your pretty lips.

“Show me then.”

The command is quiet, his focus on slipping his thumb into the heat of your mouth. Tongue swirling without a thought, you’re only allowed to suck for a moment before Simon pulls his hand away.

A wicked smile curls your lips as you watch him unzip his pants. You shuffle in your kneel, nearly vibrating with need. His thickness is apparent through the thin fabric of his boxer briefs, member red with a raging throb. You graze your hand against his shaft, gripping him and panting lightly.

 You send Simon a look, silently asking his permission to do what’s been on your mind for the entirety of the day. He answers back with a quiet go-on, the harsh pulsating of his cock preventing him from speaking any louder.

A sigh softens Simon the very moment you peel away the cloth, pausing when his head emerges to peek out of his waistband with a slickness that has you drooling. Simon’s heart thumps loudly in his chest at the kiss you tease the head of his cock with, and he throws his head back with another sigh. Eyes closing, he loses himself in the kitten licks you lap against him.

The warm air of the room hits his body nicely as you lower his underwear enough to fully reveal his bloated member, already oozy with a string of precum that your outstretched tongue nearly misses.

Simon tilts his head downward as you grip him gracefully, slurping at the head to collect another round of clear fluid that pumps out of him. A sharp flinch of his hips pushes him further inside your mouth, both of you moaning at the deed. Your grasp sits at the base of his cock as you start a soft suck, tongue dancing across the vein on the underside of him.

His hips roll a little, croak barely stifled in the bottom of his chest.

“Take it all, love, jus’ like we practiced,” Simon instructs breathily, both of his hands reaching to tenderly take hold of your face before pressing himself deeper. The thrust is slow as he slides his way down your throat. You cough and gag up a few lines of spit, eyes watering at the stretch, but you’re eager to make it fit.

A groan finds the courage to break out of Simon when you grab at his ass and swallow him deeper until the hair just below his stomach tickles your nose. Your eyes shut on their own accord as you gag around him again, but you force them open to gaze upwards while you stuff him down as far as you can. 

“Oh, that’s good,” Simon praises, and you see stars. Cheeks hollowing, you draw back with a hard suck and the help of Simon’s hands. More of your spit escapes, dribbling out past your lips and down to his cock as you glide back onto him. “Gag on it some more. Nice and messy for me, darlin’.”

You can feel your clit jump at the demand, your pussy no doubt leaving an even bigger mess beneath you. You inhale deeply and circle your tongue around the tip just before plunging him back down your throat, shoulders tensing at the welcome intrusion.

Jumbled curses whisk out of Simon, his hold of your head securing a bit as his hips slowly launch into a lazy fuck. His thrusts are long and deep as he drowns himself in the way your throat constricts around him. He glides heavily over your tongue, the lieutenant groaning every time his head dives past the back of your throat.

Keeping his hazy eyes on your watery ones, Simon breathes in heavy shudders, lip pulled back between his teeth as his thrusts speed. It isn’t by much, but it’s enough to coat your chin in a layer of the stickiness that’s drooled out around his cock.

You suck in a long breath when Simon finally pulls you away with a strong fuck before looking down at you from under his hooded eyelids.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” the man mumbles, not bothering to wipe at your chin. “Open.”

Your tongue drifts out of your mouth to stick out in the air, ready and waiting. You shiver as he allows a line of spit to slip from his lips and down to yours. It travels slowly, globbing right onto your tongue. You slink him back inside your mouth without swallowing the spit, letting it collect in a messy ring at the base of his girth.

Simon lets you work on your own for a few moments so he can rip off the t-shirt that sits too tight against his skin. With the shirt discarded on the floor next to him, he places a hand on his stomach and just watches you.

“Love you in my mouth, Si,” you rush out between the swirling of your head. “Always tastes so good.”

“Yeah?” There’s a smirk somewhere in his response.

Mmhm is what you hum back, hand reaching to stroke him messily. He grunts as you pump him against your palm, tongue reaching to flatten against his balls in a generous lick that jerks his entire body.

“Shit, okay,” Simon huffs, barely stopping himself from taking a small step back and pulling his throbbing cock from your grasp. “Stop, or ‘m gonna come.”

You pull back reluctantly, only releasing him after one last suck on his tip. A giggle leaves you at the way he flinches, but it’s interrupted when he grabs you and pulls you into him. With an arm around your waist, he smashes his lips against yours, some of the wetness from your chin smearing against his.

Simon moans at the taste, piling the two of you back onto the mattress with a quiet thud. He doesn’t break the kiss as he hovers over you, hand creeping down to find your slit.

You’re absolutely drenched, arousal accumulating easily on the tips of Simon’s fingers just after a few rubs. You break the kiss with a gasp but he doesn’t allow you away from him for long. His tongue bullies its way back inside your mouth just as he prods two fingers against your entrance.

“Fuck yes,” you whimper head lulling onto the bed. Simon plunges his thick digits inside you, your seeping wetness making the action quite easy. Your hole squelches and squeezes around him as he begins to fuck you, fingers already bending to find the button that he likes to rub and watch your eyes roll.

Simon finds it quicker than you think he will, and is met with the white of your eyes just as he expects. Nosing at your jawline, Si licks a broad stripe across your neck.

Your hips have started to move on their own accord, fucking him knuckle deep inside your pussy. His hand is sticky and he palms against your clit, pumping in and out of you.

The whine that leaves your mouth when Simon retracts his hand is silenced by a quick kiss, the large man moving to hang over you. A dark hunger edges his gaze as he stares at you, beefy arms holding him up and his soft yet strong stomach heaving with deep breaths.

Leaning onto one forearm, Simon grabs his thick cock, slapping it against your soaked clit before he stuffs the head into your seizing entrance. He pushes himself the rest of the way inside, bottoming out with a loud curse. You instinctively wrap your legs around his thick waist, and he responds by starting a pounding thrust.

Simon growls a little at how you’re squeezing around him. So warm and wet and tight, he can’t help the way he bucks into you, leaving little room for either of you to catch any kind of breath.

His cock slams into you at a force that jolts you with every thrust. You barely hear the words he rumbles in your ear just for you.

“Needed my cock so bad you had’ta start fuckin’ my pillow, huh?”

You try to answer, but all that comes out is a long whine. Your hands splay against his broad shoulders, his pelvis crashing into yours in hard smacks.

“S’alright, love,” Simon purrs, taking a moment to pause and reposition his hips. ‘Ve got you now, leakin’ all pretty around me, and now you’re gonna come on my cock instead’a that stupid bag of feathers.”

You cry out when he pushes your legs wider, hanging one over his arm and bracing himself to pound past your swollen folds. Simon’s desperate ruts rock the two of you together, your hips falling back to meet his without even trying.

Your eyes squeeze themselves shut, a fire spreading across your abdomen while Simon fucks you deeper and deeper, creeping you closer and closer to the line you’re aching to tip across.

Simon knows you’re close. The way you’re scratching at his shoulders and unable to meet his eye tells him that much, as does how much you’re flooding his cock. He grunts a handful of swears, a snug tension tightening his thighs with every other thrust.

Your climax ripples through you in violent shakes. Short spurts of liquid shoot from your satisfied slit, and you choke on air. Simon is unable to hold off on filling you with his long ropes of cum after hearing your noisy weeps, the two of your juices mixing into a mess that further sogs the material beneath you.

“Fuck, ‘m still comin’,” Simon sputters out as you pulse around him with a force that keeps you on your high. His orgasm continues to rock him, and he gushes inside you so much that it starts to seep out and splatter against his weighty sack. “Oh, fuck me.”

He’s still half hard as he fucks you lazily, drawing out the last few heart-racing waves of your release as he kisses you with soft groans.

“Gimme thirty seconds,” Simon murmurs between pecks, “then ‘m gonna make sure you won’t ever think ‘a that fuckin’ pillow again.”

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