#caught stealing x

[austinbutlerslovers]

Zip Ties

Label Mature 18+

Summary Your boyfriend Hank is always in trouble, so when he asks to practice getting out of being zip-tied to a steering wheel —you just bring the zip ties.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 Hank zip tied to a steering wheel •teasing •edging•dirty talk•blowjob• clit play•oral on fem•sex in a car •overstimulation•squirting• cream-pie•orgasm•aftercare

🔗 Master list

Dedicated to: @aust-een @umika @austinbutlerfly @feralgodmothers

Zip Ties

Your boyfriends is in trouble—again, but when is Hank not in trouble? So when he tells you he wants to learn how to get out of zip ties while in a car, you just bring the zip ties without a second thought.

He slides into the passenger seat, placing a knife on the dashboard, his familiar smirk playing at his lips as he brings his wrists through the spokes of the steering wheel.

“Pull them real tight,” he instructs his voice low and hurried.

“Speaking from experience?” you joke, giving the ties a satisfying zip as you pull them tight around his wrists.

He shoots you a look with the hint of a grin tugging at his lips. “You wouldn’t believe the things I’ve gotten out of,” he says, his tone somewhere between amusement and something a little darker.

With that, he sets his focus on his wrists, pulling against the plastic restraint. 

His shoulders tense and shift as he angles his arms. Every twist and pull makes his body strain just a little more, the effort evident in the way his jaw tightens. 

You watch him with amusement wondering what the hell spurred him into suddenly needing this particular skill.

“Hank I don’t think you’re getting out,” you say with intrigue as his breaths come in heavier, but his focus is absolute, even though the zip ties hold firm, unmoved by his struggle.

“If I could just…” he mutters, straining harder, “get the right angle.” He shifts, planting a foot against the floor, bracing himself as he pulls, his wrists beginning to turn red from the effort.

You can’t help but take in the sight, the way his frustration grows with every second he can’t break free.

He looks hot—there’s no denying it, with that look of pure determination in his eyes, the flex of his muscles, and the way he’s practically begging for release…in more ways than one.

A sly smile spreads across your lips as you watch his futile efforts. 

“What if you can’t get out Hank?” you ask, eyes glinting with mischief. He turns his attention on you and for a second, his defiant look tempered by something else.

“Then I’m fucked if this happens again,” he admits, his gaze dropping back to his wrists, now raw from his attempts. There’s a flush creeping up his neck, a stubborn determination that won’t let him give up—even though he’s clearly not breaking free.

“Fucked how?” you press, leaning in closer, unable to hide the smile in your voice. He gives you a look, eyes narrowing, his face tinged with color as he begins to realize his situation.

“Don’t start,” he warns, his voice a little rougher.

You reach over and tuck a strand of hair behind his ear.

“And what if I start?” You ask, your voice softer, the look in your eyes daring him. “How would you stop me if I did?” You ask trailing your finger down his neck. 

He’s silent now and you can see his brain going a mile a minute—trapped in a car with my girlfriend ziptied to the steering wheel— you grin as you see the shift in his expression showing his surrender.

“Poor Hank” You coo leaning closer trailing your finger down his chest,

“You wanted to learn how to get out of zipties,” you say teasingly. “But now I’m starting to think I might like you right where you are.”

He lets out a breath, a flush creeping up his neck as his eyes flick downward.

You savor every second of his helplessness, taking in the way he looks at you, bound and vulnerable, and with a soft, teasing smile, you lean in, letting your lips meet his in a slow, deepening kiss. 

At first, he’s still, holding onto that last bit of resistance, but then you feel him give in, his lips parting as he kisses you back, his breath mingling with yours in a quiet, unspoken acceptance.

Slowly, you pull away from his mouth, letting the tension build as you trail kisses along his jaw, slow and deliberate, leading your way toward his ear.

“Do you know how much I want you right now?” You ask pressing a kiss on his jaw.

Your words make his chest rise and fall faster and as he meets your gaze, he’s unable to hide just how much he wants you too.

“Please,” he whispers, the single word rough and unguarded, revealing how eager he is. 

“Alright Hank” you say playfully.

You continue to trail kisses slowly drifting down his neck, savoring every inch as your lips brush against his skin. As you reach his chest, you let your fingers trail along the fabric of his blue shirt, pulling it open wider, exposing more of him to your touch. 

Your eyes trail downward to his lap seeing the unmistakable outline of his hard cock pressing against the denim. 

The sight alone sends a thrill through you, and without hesitation you reach down unbuttoning and lowering the zipper of his jeans. 

You slide your fingers into his waistband, tugging just enough to make him feel it, then glance up at him with a lustful gaze. “Lift for me,” you say, the words filled with a taunting edge.

With a low breath, he shifts, lifting his hips just enough to let you slide his jeans down his thighs. His big cock springs free, thick and hard, swaying slightly before it settles in his lap.

You glance up, meeting his gaze, and see a flicker of vulnerability in his eyes, that slight edge of desperation he can’t quite hide.

“Do you want me to suck your cock Hank?” You ask with a hint of playfulness.

The flush on his face deepens, spreading down his chest as he closes his eyes for a second, jaw tight, as if somehow that will help him push down his need.

He exhales sharply, his voice heavy with vulnerability as he answers. “Yes.”

You grin, savoring the control you hold over him and gently push his legs open wider as you lean into his lap.

Your lips reach his inner thigh first, pressing soft teasing kisses against his skin and his breath catches feeling how close you are to his cock. 

His body tenses as you take more time, letting your lips linger with each kiss, moving slowly up his thigh.

You lift slightly, letting your tongue lick a smooth line along his thigh until his breath catches, then your mouth descends, biting the sweet spot that makes his cock twitch as he groans above you waiting to be sucked.

You instead only flick your tongue along the base of his cock driving him insane as his thighs tense until they begin tremble.  

“Baby please” he whispers losing all resolve.

His cock is rock hard now a deep shade of pink as the tip weeps precum, but instead of satisfying his need you lift back up to face him. 

“Do you want to come Hank? “ you ask swirling your thumb along his sensitive tip as his hips buck up instantly seeking more.

“Y-Yes…” he pants, the word tumbling from his lips, strained and desperate, barely holding himself together as he watches you.

Without hesitation, you lower yourself, bringing his tip into your mouth licking and kissing along the sensitive head before taking him deeper as you begin to suck his cock.

His eyes close involuntarily, his head tipping back, surrendering completely to the sheer bliss washing over him.

You glide from the top to the middle, then back up again, your lips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm, savoring every inch as you take his cock deeper with each pass.

You feel his body tense as you push yourself to take him as deeply as you can and his  breaths turn ragged as your lips stretch tightly around him until you reach your limit. 

The soft sounds of his restrained pleasure only fuel your arousal, driving you to take him harder and faster, your rhythm intensifying as you suck him deeply, taking his cock all the way in and out, then back in again.

Each time you take him fully, you feel his cock twitch, his breaths turning into barely contained, shaky gasps.

“Baby—” he chokes out, as if he hadn’t expected you to go this far and intense on him.

His hands clench in the steering wheel, his wrists digging against the ziptie in as he fights to keep some semblance of control.

You keep sucking him steady and unrelenting, your own moans vibrating against him as you lose yourself in the rhythm. His smooth, hard cock feels incredible in your mouth, his taste lingering on your tongue, rich and intoxicating, making you want more with every pass

Your saliva is everywhere wetting his cock and as you glide up and down you suck him as deeply as you can, feeling his cock press against the back of your throat. You hold his cock there for as long as you can until you hear a desperate moan escape his lips finally losing control. 

His cock jerks inside your mouth as his voice chokes off showing just how close he to coming.

Suddenly, he tenses, a hint of panic rising in his voice as he whispers, “Babe, wait!”

But you don’t let up, savoring the way he’s unraveling under your touch his hips bucking against your mouth.

He lets out a strangled, nearly desperate sound, practically whimpering as he tries again, his voice even sharper this time, “Someone’s coming!” 

The words break though this time and you freeze, your heart skipping as you hear the faint sound of voices nearby.

You both thought this spot was secluded, hidden enough to give you privacy—but clearly, someone’s closer than either of you had anticipated. 

His eyes are wide as he looks down at you, torn between the thrill and the threat of being caught.

Quickly, you pull back just slightly, your breath warm against his cock as you listen to the sound of footsteps growing nearer.

“Cut me free!” he whispers urgently, his voice heavy with tension, the situation shifting instantly to serious.

You don’t hesitate, reaching over to grab the knife from the dash. With one swift, precise slice, you cut through the ziptie, freeing his wrists.

He flexes his hands, quickly rubbing at the marks left by the tip ties, his eyes darting toward the source of the voices.

Adrenaline is flooding your veins as you slip your back to the seat, both of your alert and ready to act natural if anyone appears. 

You don’t even catch a glimpse of who was approaching as the sound of far-off voices begins to fade in the distance, footsteps retreating back the way they came. The tension in your chest slowly loosens, and you let out a quiet sigh of relief, feeling the weight of the close call slip away.

Before you can even fully relax Hank hands find your waist and he pushes you down against the seat, his eyes dark and filled with barely restrained lust.

His hands find your hips, fingers hooking into your panties as he hastily pulls them off. 

You’re practically dripping out of your pussy as his eyes darken in delight seeing just how wet you are.

Without hesitation he pushes your legs up to your chest pressing his tip against your entrance. 

“You have no idea what you’ve done to me.” He says his eyes intense, his usual control slipping as he stares at you, clearly pushed far beyond his limits.

He thrusts himself into you hard and full stretching you to a depth that makes a sharp, involuntary sound rip from your throat and he holds you firmly in place savoring the sight of you as your walls tighten on his cock.

Your lips are parted, your chest rising and falling with every shaky breath, and your eyes are hazy, desperate with need—completely cock drunk  for him and he knows it.

“Baby —I’m not gonna last long ,” he admits, his voice rough, almost desperate. “But I’m gonna make both of us come”

His grip tightens on your thighs, his body pressed firmly against yours, as if he needs to feel every part of you to satisfy the need you’ve ignited in him.

He closes the distance in an instant, capturing your lips with a fierce, breathless kiss as he starts to fuck you hard and raw. 

He holds your thighs up firmly anchoring you in place with such a possessive grip that all you can do is moan as he thrusts into you, the squishing noises of your wet pussy turning him on even more. 

“Oh fuck-fuck-I’m gonna come” he pants as he begins pounding into you, hips smacking as you slowly you feel the tightening of your core deep inside.

“Please come in me—please fill me—please Hank” you babble incoherently whimpering and moaning losing your mind beneath him. 

He tries to hold back but his cock twitches and his pace falters, he groans gripping your thighs tighter but he can’t hold back and he comes. He yells with frustration and pleasure as he releases in you, hips thrusting their hardest.

You moan in pleasure as he holds you in place taking every inch of his cock as you take every last drop of his come.

Then he slowly pulls out keeping your legs held in place.

“I’m gonna make sure you come” he says breathlessly.

He keeps you to place hands behind your knees making you hold them back.

Then he takes three fingers rubbing them across your wet sensitive clit. 

You moan beneath him your body jerking as he starts playing with your clit, pressing it squeezing it.

You become so wet he can't resist and bends down between your thighs pulling your legs over his shoulders as he starts licking your pussy. 

He bites and sucks on your sensitive inner lips until your pushing against his face crying his name, then he pushes two fingers inside you.

He starts finger fucking you with your clit still held between his teeth and it feels so pleasurable you think your going to pee. “Hank-wait!” You squeal as you try to push him back, try to loosen your legs but he places his hands firm on top of yours forcing you in place.

You bite your lip eyes screwing shut trying to stop whats going to happen, but his fingers fuck your harder and faster as he holds your clit between his teeth and as he bites down you come, liquid squirting as you scream his name. 

He moans deeply against you, his mouth lingering as he laps up every last drop, and when he finally releases your legs, there’s a gentleness in his movements.

He trails slow, lingering kisses along your skin, his lips brushing over your thighs, up your stomach, along your chest, taking his time with each touch. When he finally reaches your lips, he pauses, his gaze locking onto yours, filled with a depth of emotion that says more than words ever could.

Then, he captures your lips in a soft, unhurried kiss, his mouth moving against yours with so much passion it leaves you both breathless.

He pulls back, staring into your eyes, his gaze soft, as his thumbs gently brush along your temples. 

“You drove me absolutely crazy,” he grins, his voice filled with warmth. “And I love you for it.”

You meet his gaze, pride flickering in yours as you fight to catch your breath. “Maybe I’ll… zip tie you… more often,” you tease with a playful smile on your lips.

He grins, pulling you even closer, his body warm and firm against yours. “I have to admit,” he says with a smirk, “This was definitely hotter than the first time when two guys held me hostage zip-tied to a steering wheel.”

You burst into laughter, his unexpected confession catching you completely off guard. He tries to shush you, pressing a finger lightly to your lips to tell you the full story, but he’s shaking barely able to keep a straight face himself. Before long, the two of you are having a fit of laughter, caught up in the absurdity and joy of the moment—because really, when is Hank not in trouble.

🧢 End 🧢

🔗 Masterlist

🏷️ Always Tag Me List @burnthheparaphilia @purejasmine @butdaddyilovehim99 @austinbutlerfly @lindszeppelin @abswifey @ausssbutlershortstories @feralgodmothers @magicovento @obsessedvibee @austiebuttbutt @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler @faegoddessog @jessica987 @slowsweetlove @hardcoredisneynerd @thegabbyh @psycheetamore @thefallofthedamned @buckysteveloki-me @bucking-mustangs-with-wings @shegatsby @darlingisntit @lovereadingfanfic @elvismylove04 @denised916 @shockercoco @minispice-1 @i5uckersblog @ughdontbeboring @meetmeatyourworst @avidreader73 @xxmandaveexx @mamawiggers1980 @12joeywheelerfangirl @finley-08 @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @majestyjade @gravesdiggergirl @nostalgichoya @megangovier @ifuckindontknow @kaelatargaryen @jjubilee-fluff

[cheralith]

childhood bestfriend!kaiser who specifically always demands his managers to reserve a spot for you at every single one of his games.

you always go to support him, with him insisting he needs you there as some sort of “lucky charm” (he won’t actually admit he thinks those superstitions are bullshit), so imagine his shock when he finds out that your seat is empty on the day of one of the most important games of the season—the game that will decide who gets to compete in the german cup.

it’s ten minutes before the game starts and despite his coach’s pep talk to the team, all kaiser can focus on is your empty seat and the absolute betrayal you’ve bestowed upon him, your supposed “best friend.”

he hasn’t realized it—nor will he admit it if he ever were to come to such an epiphany—stubborn as he is, but the reason as to why he does so well in games that you’re present at is because of the fact it gives him more motivation to win and impress you rather than just solely being dependent on the faces of despair from his opponents. a unique sort of euphoria that he gets whenever he can spot you jumping up and down in your seat with his number #10 jersey on, that your praise belongs to him and him only.

so when he steps out on to the field and sees that your seat is still collecting dust, he seethes silently to himself, gritting his teeth, pissed that he even called you his best friend to begin with. because what sort of friend doesn’t show up to one of the most important games in germany’s football?!

he’s still planning to win, of course. he’s michael kaiser—he’s famous for doing so. and he plans to use all his rage that you’ve caused to do so, just in spite of you.

because he’s michael kaiser, number ten of bastard mündchen. he doesn’t need your help. he never did.

(see, what he doesn’t know is that you’re simply home sick with a cold and that you’re still dressed in his jersey, just also with a sweater and bundles of blankets on top to stay warm, but regardless, you’re still watching and cheering him on from behind the tv screen. you’ve sent him some texts and voicemails telling him so, but none have received a reply back yet and you can only imagine what this drama queen has in store for you once he wins the match.)

[stylespresleyhearted]

CCG UNIVERSE - dad! Austin

notes: this is based on Mccall’s infamous Coffee Girl universe. Two years later I’m still obsessed. Honestly she should guess this is coming. Very Dad! Austin centered but CCG is still the bestest and I love her I just want dad! Austin and had so many ideas. LOVE YOU MCCALL 🩷❣️🦖🐠

—

liked by ashleybee, dualipa, and 1376000 more

coffee.girl If you’ve tried to contact me this past week, this is why I haven’t been able to get back to you. 🥹

view all comments

jillian.mua “If Daddy doesn’t see it, it didn’t happen.” - Luci 😂

coffee.girl no, seriously. Calls him multiple times a day it warms my heart.

austinfan her contact photo being austin w baby luci KILL ME

fan12 the bath one 😭 ‘member when austin said him and luci name all the birds and fishies together

austinbutler Hidden talent ♥️

fan13 i seen @coffee.girl at lunch with luci and luci was ‘vlogging’ for austin lmao what an icon

ashleybee she can call auntie ashley whenever she wants 😭💗

lennykravits Beautiful relationship between father and daughter ❤️ Isn’t it the best @austinbutler

entertainmenttonight You have broken the internet.

fan23 AND HE LOOKS SO HAPPY IN EVERY SINGLE CALL MY HEARTTT

austinupdates Did she make him a drawing of a heart 😭

liked by coffee.girl, oliviadejonge, and 73198 others

jillian.mua Someone didn’t answer the phone @austinbutler

view all comments

austinbutler Was on set. Calling back now.

coffee.girl LOL 😍

bazluhrmann She’s going to be a movie star!

fangirl1 lmaooo baz already working on her career

liked by fan11, coffee.girl, and 89154 others

people Join the poll at the link in our bio! Who do we think Austin Butler is talking to:

1. Luci Butler

2. @coffee.girl

3. someone else (enter a name)

view all comments

fan23 PLSSSS 😂😂😂😭 Luci won the poll 98% and the other two percent people said Callum 😂😂

fan13 lol the bromance that lives on forever

fangirl if you didn’t vote for luci have u been under a rock?

austinfan convinced if it wasn’t for luci austin would throw his phone away

fan43 austin and ccg are finally being a bit more open about luci pls don’t ruin it by being weird everyone

liked by austinbutler, ashleytisdale, and 136943 others

coffee.girl 🧜🏼‍♀️🧚🏼‍♂️🦄🐠🐟🐬🐙🦖🦕🕊️🪸🍤🩷💜💙 daddy

view all comments

jillian.mua love love love when I get me some of these

oliviadejonge Luci-code 🥀❤️‍🔥

ashleybee Sweet girl, she’s going to break his heart 🥹 love you Luc!

ashleytisdale She’s really missing him, isn’t she? Jupiter’s the same when Chris has trips.

coffee.girl Oh yeah I’m letting her sleep on his pillow and counting down the days 😢

evalongoria They get older and they understand but missing them never gets easier. My girls are the same. ❤️ Love and strength to your family.

austinbutler Hi baby ❤️🐠 Thank you. Love you both.

austinbutler Calling now

liked by jillian.mua and 93176 others

people No more tears! Our hearts are spared from any more Luci Butler missing her dad posts as Austin Butler reunites with his family in NYC today.

view all comments

fan13 honestly so happy for them poor baby luci was breaking my heart 😭😭

fan23 can’t imagine how austin felt having to be away for work he’s such a good father and husband. ♥️

fangirl HAPPY 4 UR BEAUTIFUL FAM 💗💗 @coffee.girl @austinbutler

liked by zendaya, ashleytisdale, and 1393765 others

austinbutler My girls are stylin’ ❤️

view all comments

zendaya the coolest 🔥

tchalamet i see the fit 👀

fan13 wahhhh so happy they reunited !!! 😭

catherinemartindesigns Beautiful ladies. 😍

keoghan92 OI OI lucky fella ☘️

liked by ashleybee, jillian.mua, and 67915 others

people Spotted in New York City: Austin Butler happily watches on as his wife keeps their daughter entertained while he films.

view all comments

ccgupdates me as a mom.

fan13 LMAO PLS thats so cute! Love you so much @coffee.girl

sophieturner You’re an icon babe 🔥

coffee.girl 🤣

fan23 I love that Austin looks so amused 😂😂

liked by austinbutler, ashleybee, tomhardy, and 1368923 others

hollywoodreporter Amidst filming on Darren Aronofsky’s film for new movie Caught Stealing, Austin Butler and @coffee.girl had to console their daughter who did not enjoy seeing her dad bruised and battered. More pics at the link in bio.

view all comments

butlerfam Luci sweetheart you are SO adorable ❤️❤️❤️

fan23 i love that they’re consoling her but so obviously amused 😂

fan13 need them to adopt me like yesterday ❤️ thanks

jillian.mua This little girl owns me

ccgupdates We all know Luci don’t play about her dad 🤣

fan41 LMAO IN HER LITTLE DINO SWEATER TOO OH LUCI 😭😭

ccgfan Aw how sweet lol. Hope she’s okay! @coffee.girl

coffee.girl Haha yes thank you everyone! Took some cuddles and kisses but now she’s in the make up chair getting some matching cuts and bruises 🙄😂

liked by jillian.mua, fan13, and 74187 others

dailymail Austin Butler and his wife look gorgeous as they enjoy a solo date night

view all comments

user12 I don’t care about celebrities but I wish this family love and happiness. They do their own thing.

fan13 Austin’s life completely changed when he did Elvis 🥹

ccgfan I believe in true love bc of them

liked by coffee.girl, ashleytisdale, and 45914 others

people Another film day, another cute moment on set. Luci Butler adorably waves to taxi her dad enters during shooting.

view all comments

fan23 hahaha if u watch the video austin waves back at her

fan13 thank you Darren for having an open set so we can see all these adorable Luci moments 😭

butlerfan She’s going to be a star ⭐️

catherinemartindesigns Let’s do another film so we can have Miss Luci join us on our set. ❤️

bazluhrmann She’s going to be the lead !

liked by ashleybee, ashleytisdale, and 76198 others

dailymail Austin Butler hangs with Luci while his wife, @coffee.girl, runs some errands.

view all comments

fan23 Luci crying when Austin was carrying the bag of potatoes flashback 😂

liked by fan23, fan41, and 893187 others

butlerfamupdates Austin attentively watches over Luci as she plays on set ❤️🥹

view all comments

fan23 He’s such a great dad. His mom would be so happy and proud.

zoekravitz Luci has stolen my heart 🐠🥹 I think it’s time @channingtatum

fan41 LMAO LUC MAKING HER WANT BABIES 😭😭😭

coffee.girl She loves her Aunt Zoe ❤️

lennykravitz The Butler family is the best. I’m convinced Luci knows the entire animal kingdom. Smarty pants!

fan31 Luci is the only celebrity child who has celebrity as fans. Her power unmatched.

liked by ashleybee, austinsfamily, and 1398376 others

austinbutler Fulfilled.

view all comments

ashleybee Can’t wait for you guys to come down so I can smooch her face off!! Love you guys ❤️

tomhardy Love to your family mate ❤️

florencepugh Can I come over soon please 😢

zendaya Aunty Z is gonna be in NYC in two days 👀👀

tchalamet @coffee.girl and Luci are part of the Dune family they gotta be there! ❤️‍🔥

krisjenner Family is blessing. Love you guys.

fan12 oh no stay away from them 😭

keoghan92 me and Brando on our way to see youse ☘️❤️

sabrinacarpenter Luci takes Short n’ Sweet MSG - sounds like a plan

coffee.girl haha she’s OBSESSED 🤩

dualipa Love from Aunt Dua and Uncle Cal! See you guys soon! 💗

butlerupdates It says so much that the Butler family garners so much love from the public and celebrities. It speaks of their humbleness, beauty, kindness, and love.

coffee.girl AUSTIN THIS ISN’T THE PHOTO WE AGREED ON!!! AGAIN!!!

—

um hi @blainesebastian blame my ovaries we talked about this

[lulublack90]

Prompt 1 - Harvest

@wolfstarmicrofic October 1, word count 407

“You’re going to hurt yourself,” Remus drawled from the bench where he was reclining with a book covering his face. He had a headache and the smell of the Bubotubers wasn’t helping. 

“It’ll be fine,” Sirius assured him. “Hey, you’re meant to be the lookout, how are you meant to see anyone coming if you can’t see them?” 

“Werewolf, remember? I can hear and smell them long before I can see them. Being able to see is not a problem,” Remus answered. He swore sometimes Sirius did actually forget what he was. He heard Sirius huff and the squelching of a Bubotuber being squeezed as Sirius continued to harvest the sap from the slug-like plants.

A few minutes went by in silence, but then he heard footsteps coming towards the greenhouse. “Pads, quick!” He hissed, sitting up and grabbing James’s invisibility cloak and flung it over them. “Just keep that jar away from me,” He whispered into Sirius’s ear. He felt Sirius nod and his heart thud loudly. 

He moved them back into the corner of the greenhouse as a pair of fifth years Hufflepuff's walked in. 

“Eww, the second years must have been harvesting the Bubotubers before lunch, it stinks in here,” The boy said, holding his nose closed. 

“Let’s come back tomorrow,” The girl said. “It’s not that important that we study the Lady’s Mantle today. We can go to the library and get most of the facts there and come back when it doesn’t smell so bad,” The Hufflepuff's fled the harsh smell of the Bubotuber Puss. 

Sirius’s heart was racing in his chest. Remus didn’t need his sensitive hearing to know that as he was pressed up against Sirius’s back and could feel it. The odd thing was that it didn’t slow when they were alone again. Remus leant forward, his chest fully pressing into Sirius’s back as he whispered into his ear. 

“We should go back to the tower and put that some place safe,” Sirius heart rate sped up until it was almost at hummingbird levels. “You alright, Padfoot?” Remus asked, worried about his friend.

“Yeah, fine. Let’s get out of here,” Sirius pulled the cloak from over him and walked out of the greenhouse, leaving Remus wondering what he’d done to upset Sirius. He sighed, his headache beginning to pound again. He decided to make a detour to the hospital wing for a pain potion. He’d worry about Sirius later. 

[hotwings-incorrect-quotes]

*late evening, police station, lov got caught bc they stole shopping cart to ride it, all of them are booked and it’s dabi’s turn*

police officer: name?

dabi: dabi.

police officer: surname?

dabi: just dabi, think of it like about “beyoncé”

police officer: *already doubting their life choices* occupation?

dabi: token emo villain

police officer: any addictions?

dabi: all of them

police officer: *sighs* any family?

dabi: no, thank you

police officer: i see, who should we call in case of an emergency?

dabi: i have a post pigeon, you can call him i guess

bonus

*it’s like 4 in the morning and hawks’ phone is ringing*

hawks: *sleepy, picks up the phone* hello?

police officer: good morning sir, we got this number to call it in case of an emergency. i believe we have your boyfriend to pick up from the police station.

hawks: *growls* i’ll kill him... what did he do? arson?

police officer: no... he stole a shopping cart with his friends and violated quiet hours.

hawks: oh god, i’ll kill him for real this time.

*suddenly on the other side of the phone*

police officer: PUT OUT THIS FIRE SIR!!

[misfitbimbosblog]

SO YOU MEAN TO TELL ME HE WAS HIDING ALL THIS UNDER THAT JEAN JACKET AT THE CONVENTION MATT SMITH PLS LEAVE THE JACKET AT HOME WHEN YOU COME TO MEGACON.🧎🏻‍♀️ I am simply GAGGED

[movingmusically]

Caught Feeling: A Table for Two - One Shot

Author’s Note:

I’m not sure if I’m totally happy with this one, but here you go.

Word Count: 3,706

Masterlist

The restaurant was one of those cosy, tucked-away spots that felt like a secret only a few people knew about. The lights were dim, the air filled with the aroma of rich food, and the low hum of quiet conversations created an intimate atmosphere that wrapped around us as soon as we walked in.

I couldn’t stop sneaking glances at Hank as we settled into the booth, the soft leather curving around us, forcing us to sit close. Tonight, he looked different—a bit more polished than usual, his typical laid-back style replaced with a fitted button-down shirt that hugged his shoulders just right, the sleeves rolled halfway up his forearms, showing off that casual confidence he wore so well. He looked incredible, and judging by the glances we were getting from a few nearby tables, I wasn’t the only one who noticed.

“Alright, who are you and what have you done with my Hank?” I teased, leaning forward on my elbows and giving him a playful look.

He rolled his eyes, though I could see a faint blush creeping up his neck. “Thought I’d make an effort for you tonight,” he replied, giving me a slow, appreciative look in return. “You don’t look so bad yourself, by the way.”

I smiled, feeling the warmth of his gaze as it lingered on me. I’d chosen a black dress that fit in all the right places, the fabric soft and silky against my skin, and I knew it was a step up from my usual casual style. I’d even added a bit of extra makeup, just enough to make my eyes pop, and from the way Hank’s gaze kept drifting over me, it seemed he approved.

“So, what’s the occasion?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light even as I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.

He shrugged, giving me that lopsided grin I loved so much. “No occasion. Just wanted to treat you. Figured we could do with a night out that’s a little… different.”

“Different how?” I tilted my head, curious and already excited.

He leaned forward, lowering his voice. “Different in the sense that I get to spoil you tonight. Relax, enjoy a nice dinner… and maybe see where the night takes us after that.”

The promise in his tone made my pulse quicken, and I found myself biting my lip to hide a smile. He was clearly setting the tone for a romantic night, but I had other plans. If he thought we were just here for a quiet dinner, he was in for a surprise.

As we looked over the menu, I let my hand rest on his forearm, tracing gentle circles with my fingers. “You really do clean up nicely,” I murmured, leaning in closer, my shoulder pressing against his.

“Yeah?” His gaze met mine, a flicker of curiosity mixed with amusement. “Glad you approve.”

“Oh, I more than approve,” I whispered, letting my fingers drift down from his forearm to his wrist, barely brushing his skin. “It’s almost… distracting.”

He raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Is that so?”

I didn’t answer, just gave him a slow, knowing smile as my hand shifted to rest on his thigh, just above his knee. It was innocent enough at first, just a light touch as if for balance, but I saw the slight shift in his expression, the flicker of awareness in his eyes.

“Looking forward to the food?” I asked, my fingers tracing small circles just above his knee, barely brushing the fabric of his trousers.

He cleared his throat, giving me a sidelong glance as he tried to keep his voice steady. “Yeah, I—uh, heard good things about this place.”

“Me too,” I replied, letting my hand inch a little higher, my fingers moving with slow, deliberate intent. “But I think I might be in the mood for something a little more… exciting.”

His gaze flicked down to my hand, then back up to meet my eyes. “Oh yeah?” he murmured, trying to sound casual, but I could see the tension building in his jaw.

I nodded, biting my lip as I gave his thigh a gentle squeeze before letting my hand drift higher.

He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming to rest over mine, trying to still my movements. But I could feel his pulse quicken beneath my touch, his fingers tightening over mine. “Y/N…” he warned softly, his voice low and full of tension.

“Yes?” I blinked up at him, feigning innocence.

He opened his mouth to reply, but just then, the waiter arrived with our drinks, forcing Hank to sit back and try to compose himself. He released my hand reluctantly, giving me a look that promised consequences later.

Just as my fingers inched a little further up his thigh, I could see Hank’s breathing deepen, his hand subtly tightening around his drink. Sensing his growing tension, I pulled my hand back, giving him a sweet, innocent smile that had him raising an eyebrow in barely veiled suspicion.

We quickly shifted our focus to the menu, exchanging glances and comments as we made our choices. We ordered, and as soon as the waiter left Hank relaxed back into his seat, looking at me with a mix of amusement and something darker in his gaze. “You’re enjoying yourself a little too much, aren’t you?”

I shrugged, leaning in close enough that he’d feel the heat of my breath. “What can I say? You did tell me to relax and enjoy the night,” I murmured, my lips brushing the edge of his ear.

He gave me a long, considering look, as if trying to decide just how much trouble I intended to be tonight. But before he could say anything more, the clinking of plates interrupted, and our waiter arrived with the starters, momentarily pulling our attention back to the table.

As we started eating, I picked up a bite-sized piece from my plate and held it up to his lips. “Here,” I said, my voice soft as I guided it towards him.

Hank raised an eyebrow but opened his mouth, letting me feed him. As I pulled my hand away, I let my fingers linger just a little, brushing against his lips. His eyes held mine, and for a moment, the air between us thickened, charged with something unspoken.

“Behave,” he whispered, his voice a mix of amusement and warning, though the smile on his lips told me he was enjoying every second. But I wasn’t going to make it that easy for him tonight. Where was the fun in that?

I leaned back, reaching for my wine glass with a little smirk. “I don’t know what you mean,” I replied innocently, letting my fingers drift under the table until they found his knee.

He shot me a knowing look but said nothing, focusing on his food as if he weren’t completely aware of the way my fingers were now tracing slow, lazy circles on his knee. I took my time, letting the conversation flow naturally, laughing and chatting as though I wasn’t slowly inching my hand a little higher every now and then.

“You keep that up, and we might not make it through dessert,” he whispered, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

I tilted my head, feigning innocence even as my fingers dared to edge closer. “Is that a threat or a promise?”

He chuckled softly, shaking his head as if to regain control, but I could see the tension in his jaw, the way his eyes darkened with each subtle movement of my hand. The waiter returned with our main courses, and as the plates were placed in front of us, I pulled my hand back, giving Hank a sweet, innocent smile that earned me an arched eyebrow and a look of barely contained amusement.

As soon as we were left alone again, we dug into our meals, exchanging glances and casual conversation. But I didn’t wait long before letting my hand drift back under the table, settling once more on his thigh. This time, Hank placed his hand over mine, as if to keep it in place—but his grip was loose, giving me just enough freedom to continue my gentle exploration.

As I edged higher, my fingertips grazed over the firmness building beneath the fabric of his trousers, and I felt him twitch beneath my touch. His breath hitched ever so slightly, but he quickly masked it, taking a sip of his drink, his grip tightening around the glass as though it could anchor him.

“Careful,” he murmured, his voice low and rough, a hint of warning beneath the amusement. But his hand didn’t stop me; if anything, it seemed to press mine down just a little more firmly against him, almost like he was encouraging me.

I let my fingers roam a bit further, tracing along the outline of his growing cock, feeling it harden under my touch. He shifted in his seat, clearing his throat as though trying to keep his cool, but the slight twitch under my hand betrayed him. It was intoxicating, knowing I was getting to him even in this public setting, pushing him to the edge while we sat mere feet away from other diners.

“Still enjoying dinner?” I whispered, my fingers pressing just a bit more firmly against his bulge, eliciting a barely audible groan from him.

He shot me a look, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and barely-contained desire. “You’re playing a dangerous game,” he replied, his voice low, each word measured as though he was struggling to keep it steady. But I could tell from the way his cock twitched beneath my hand that he was right on the brink.

I leaned in close, letting my lips brush his ear as I whispered, “I know exactly what I’m doing.”

For a moment, he seemed to grapple with himself, torn between the need to stay composed and the growing desire that was making him shift restlessly in his seat. I gave him one last, teasing press against his hardness, feeling him pulse beneath my touch, before I finally withdrew my hand, taking a sip of my wine as though nothing had happened.

Hank’s gaze lingered on me, dark and intense, and I could see the promise in his eyes—a promise that whatever restraint he’d shown tonight wouldn’t last much longer. And the thought made me bite back a smile, my own anticipation growing for what was sure to come once we had a bit more privacy.

As soon as our main courses were done, I let my hand drift back to Hank’s thigh, resuming those slow, maddening circles I knew were driving him crazy. His whole body tensed, and he shot me a look, one part warning, the other pure, dark hunger.

He swallowed, shifting slightly in his seat as if that would somehow help him regain control. “Y/N…” he began, his voice low and strained. But there was no real conviction behind it, and I knew he was close to breaking.

“Hmm?” I murmured, keeping my face perfectly innocent as my hand moved with deliberate, teasing slowness over his thigh, edging higher until I was more than just brushing against his now rock-hard cock. My fingers pressed firmly, tracing his length in a way that left no room for subtlety. I could feel the heat radiating through his trousers, the hard, undeniable evidence of just how much he wanted me.

“Something wrong?” I asked, my tone light, almost playful, as my hand lingered, pressing slightly, feeling him throb under my touch.

A muscle in his jaw ticked, and his hand shot to mine, gripping it tightly, but instead of stopping me, his fingers seemed to hold me in place, as if torn between restraint and surrender. His eyes blazed with a mix of frustration and barely controlled desire, flicking down to my hand and then back to my face, his breaths shallow. He was right on the edge, his control fraying, and the thrill of knowing I could unravel him this way sent a shiver through me.

Finally, with a shaky exhale, he dropped his napkin onto the table. “That’s it,” he muttered, his voice so low only I could hear, and in one smooth movement, he got up, pulling me with him. His hand wrapped firmly around mine as he led us out, leaving the table without a glance back.

“Hank,” I whispered, a laugh escaping as I tried to keep up with his pace. “The bill—”

“Taken care of,” he replied through gritted teeth, not slowing down as we made our way to the exit. “But you… we’re not done.”

Once outside, he wasted no time flagging down a cab, barely containing himself as he held the door open for me. The tension between us was electric, thickening the air around us as he slid into the cab, his hand resting possessively on my thigh, his grip firm as if he couldn’t bear even the smallest distance.

As we settled in the back seat, he kept himself composed, but his hand stayed on my leg, his thumb brushing slow, torturous circles that only heightened the anticipation humming between us. Every so often, he’d shoot me a look—a mix of impatience and something darker, a promise of what was to come once we were finally alone.

The cab ride felt endless, the city lights blurring past as he kept his hand on my thigh, fingers tightening every time I shifted closer, teasing him just a little more. By the time we pulled up outside my place, his restraint was practically hanging by a thread. He handed the driver cash without a word, his gaze locked on me, smouldering with barely veiled intent as we hurried up to my door.

I unlocked the door, stepping into the centre of the room, turning to face him as he closed the door with a quiet click, the finality of it sending a thrill through me. I didn’t have to wait long; he was on me in an instant, striding over and closing the distance with a dark, hungry look in his eyes.

Without a word, he reached for me, fingers sliding into my hair and giving it a firm, grounding tug that tilted my head back, exposing my neck to him. His mouth was there in an instant, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my skin, each one leaving a trail of heat.

His free hand slipped up, wrapping gently around my throat, thumb resting just beneath my jaw, keeping my gaze locked with his. The weight of his touch sent a rush of heat through me, his fingers firm but careful, a perfect blend of dominance and restraint. His other hand stayed buried in my hair, holding me close as his lips crashed against mine in a kiss that was raw, intense, and completely consuming.

I gasped against his mouth, the sensation overwhelming, and he took advantage, deepening the kiss, leaving me breathless. My fingers found the waistband of his trousers, fumbling slightly in my eagerness as I reached for the zip, tugging it down. I slipped my hand inside, through the fly, and felt him shudder as I closed my fingers around him, his cock hard and hot in my hand. The quiet groan that escaped him only spurred me on, my thumb brushing along his length as I felt him pulse against my touch.

A low growl escaped his throat, and he pulled back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with a mixture of frustration and need. His hand moved from my neck to the buttons on my dress, his fingers curling around the fabric. In one swift, determined motion, he yanked, popping the buttons open, the sound of each one tearing free echoing in the silence of the room.

The fabric parted, falling open from my chest down to my waist, exposing the bare curves beneath, my skin flushed under his heated gaze. His eyes dropped, and his breathing grew heavier as he took in the sight of me, a fierce hunger etched across his face, his restraint unraveling moment by moment.

“Beautiful,” he muttered, his voice rough with want, his thumb grazing the base of my throat, feeling the rapid beat of my pulse beneath his touch. His eyes flicked back up to mine, and then he was on me again, kissing me with a fervour that was almost bruising, his hand sliding up to cup my jaw, holding me steady as if to keep me exactly where he wanted.

With a low growl, he deepened the kiss, his mouth claiming mine in a way that left no space between us, his hand moving down from my jaw to slide over my collarbone, fingers pressing firmly as he traced the edge of the open dress. I felt his other hand slip around to my waist, gripping me tightly, pulling me flush against him as his body pressed me backwards, forcing me to stumble slightly in my heels until I felt the cool edge of the countertop behind me.

I gasped, breaking the kiss for a moment, but his lips found my neck instantly, biting and sucking in a way that sent sparks straight down my spine. His hands roamed over my bare skin, fingers digging into my hips, guiding me until I was perched on the edge of the countertop, the cool surface a sharp contrast against the heat between us.

He didn’t waste a second, his hand sliding up my thigh, rough and insistent, moving higher until his fingers found the fabric of my underwear. His breath was ragged against my skin, and his hand paused only for a moment before he yanked them aside, his touch sending a shockwave through me as he explored my dripping cunt with rough precision, leaving me gasping.

“You have no idea what you do to me,” he muttered against my neck, his voice rough with need, his words heavy with a raw, possessive edge that sent a shiver down my spine. He didn’t wait for a response, just pulled back enough to meet my gaze, his eyes dark and intense, filled with an unrestrained hunger. His thumb brushed over my clit, slow and deliberate, teasing, relentless.

I gasped as he slid his other hand lower, guiding his cock to press against me, the heat and hardness of him leaving no space between us. His mouth claimed mine again, swallowing my moan as he thrust forward, filling me completely in a single, powerful motion that stole my breath. My hands flew to his shoulders, fingers digging in as he set a hard, unrelenting rhythm, each thrust deep and rough, fuelled by a barely contained intensity.

Every movement sent a wave of heat spiralling through me, the pace building faster as he held me tight, his grip firm and unyielding. His mouth never left mine, the kiss as desperate and hungry as his movements, his breath hot against my lips. The taste of him, the feel of him moving inside me, was dizzying, overwhelming, as he pushed us both closer to the edge, the raw urgency between us leaving no room for restraint.

The intensity between us escalated, his pace quickening as I clung to him, both of us lost in the overwhelming need that had been building all night. Every movement drove us closer, each sensation heightened, until finally, I felt him tense, a low groan escaping his lips. He pulled back slightly, his breathing ragged as he held me tight, his eyes meeting mine with a mix of raw desire and hesitation.

“Sweetheart…” he murmured, his voice thick with urgency. “Can I… come on you?”

The request sent a thrill through me, and I met his gaze, nodding. “Yes,” I whispered, a smile tugging at my lips. He pulled out, barely keeping control as I took over, wrapping my hand around him with purpose.

I kept my strokes steady, watching his jaw clench, his breath hitching with every movement. His eyes stayed locked on mine, dark and full of anticipation as I quickened my pace, guiding him right to the edge.

With a groan, he finally let go, his release spilling over my stomach in warm, rhythmic pulses. He shuddered, his breathing ragged, eyes softening as he looked at me, satisfaction mingling with a deeper warmth in the shared moment.

After a beat, he pulled away slightly, reaching for a nearby dish towel, his movements gentle as he carefully wiped me clean, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

“Sorry about the mess,” he murmured, a playful glint in his eyes as he leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to my lips.

I smiled, my fingers tracing light patterns along his back. “Nothing to apologise for,” I whispered, still catching my breath, feeling the pleasant ache of the intensity we’d shared.

He stayed close, brushing his thumb gently over my cheek, his gaze lingering on me with a warmth that felt almost tender in the aftermath of everything we’d shared. The silence between us was comfortable, a quiet moment filled with unspoken words and lingering glances, our breaths slowly steadying as the world around us softened.

Eventually, he straightened, a hint of that familiar grin returning to his face as he reached out, tucking a stray strand of hair behind my ear. “You know,” he murmured, his voice low, “I think I owe you a proper dessert after that.”

I laughed softly, rolling my eyes. “Oh, is that so?”

He smirked, his fingers tracing a line down my arm before intertwining with mine. “Absolutely. But first…” He gave my hand a squeeze, a playful spark in his eyes. “Maybe we should start with round two.”

I felt my cheeks heat up as he leaned in, brushing his lips over mine in a kiss that was somehow softer, yet just as filled with promise. And as he pulled me closer, I couldn’t help but smile, already lost in the anticipation of what the night still held.

[kinascum]

ZIP-TIEDᯓ★

Hank Thompson x PoliceOfficer!Reader (sorry)

wc: 3.1k | summary: oh you won't confess? alight ill make you talk, pretty boy. | nav ♡ taglist

18+ MDNI. DUBCON. interrogation. coercion. sexual content. explicit language. power dynamics. authority abuse. dark themes. talk of crime, stealing. talk of sickness. violence. restraints while engaging in sexual activities.

A/N: thanks m girl @aust-een for fueling this idea lmao

You stand outside the interrogation room, watching through the one-way mirror as Hank Thompson slumps in the chair, his eyes hollow, his jaw tight. The room is stark, the fluorescent lights buzzing overhead casting an unflinching glow on the cold metal table and the two chairs. The air is thick with tension, a palpable silence that seems to hum with anticipation. You know he's the one—the infamous thief that's been taunting the city for months. The bookstore heist was just the latest in a string of burglaries, each more brazen than the last. But here he is, caught red-handed.

As you enter the room, the door swings shut with a heavy thud that echoes off the concrete walls. You don't bother with pleasantries or the reading of rights. He knows why he's here. You've studied his file, watched the security footage—his graceful moves and calculated precision. His reputation precedes him, and so does your resolve to get answers.

"No cameras," you say firmly, looking him in the eye. "No microphones. Just you and me."

He smirks, his eyes flicking up to meet yours for a brief second before dropping back to the floor. "What makes you think I'll talk?"

You lean against the wall, crossing your arms. "You will. One way or another."

He chuckles darkly, the sound barely audible in the stark room. "Is that a promise or a threat?"

You don't answer, instead you start pacing the floor, the soles of your shoes squeaking on the clean tiles. The silence stretches, taut as a bowstring. You can almost feel the tension coiling around him, tightening with every step you take.

After a moment, you stop, your eyes locking onto his. "Look, Hank. We can do this the easy way or the hard way." You let the words hang in the air, a silent ultimatum.

He remains unmoved, his gaze unwavering. "And what's that supposed to mean?"

You take a deep breath, then cross the room to stand directly in front of him. You lean in close, your voice low and measured. "It means I'll get the answers I need, whether you give them to me now, or I have to... coax them out of you."

You can see the doubt flicker in his eyes, the beginnings of fear. Good. It's time to turn the heat up.

You start with simple questions, a dance of words meant to unravel his defenses. His replies are monosyllabic, gruff, but they come. You press on, your tone even, your gaze never leaving his. The room feels smaller with each question you ask, the air thickening like the plot of a noir thriller. The silence stretches taut between you, a tightrope of anticipation.

You decide to change tactics. You pull out a chair and sit down across from him, your eyes never leaving his. The chair scrapes against the floor, a jarring sound in the quiet room. You lean forward, your elbows resting on the table, your fingers steepled. "Hank," you say, your voice softer now, "why don't you tell me about the bookstore?"

He snorts, his eyes flashing with annoyance. "What's there to say?"

You lean back, your chair creaking under the weight of your frustration. You've seen his type before—slick, smug, thinking he's smarter than everyone else. But you're smarter. You've read his file, studied his patterns. You know he's hiding something. So you wait, watching the play of emotions across his face. And when he doesn't speak, you stand up, your movements deliberate, and pull the zip tie from your pocket.

You circle the chair, his eyes following you as you do. His breath hitches as you pull his arms behind his back, the plastic biting into his wrists as you secure them to the chair. He tries to jerk away, but you're stronger, more determined. "What the hell are you doing?" he snarls.

"Just making sure you don't go anywhere," you reply, your voice calm, almost casual. "You see, Hank, I've got all night."

He struggles against the restraints, his face reddening with rage. "You can't do this!" he spits.

You lean down so your face is inches from his. "Oh, but I can," you murmur. "And I will."

You start with the basics again, asking about the bookstore. His responses are still defiant, but the edge of fear is there now, sharper than before. You can see it in the way his eyes dart around the room, searching for an escape. But there isn't one. You're in control here.

You lean back in your chair, watching him squirm under the plastic. His breathing has become shallower, faster. The tension is palpable, a living thing in the room with you. "Let's try this again, Hank. What can you tell me about the bookstore?"

He clenches his jaw, his eyes narrowing. "Nothing."

With a sigh, you stand up and walk around the table. He tries to lean away from you, but the chair is bolted to the floor. "You know, Hank," you murmur, your voice low and seductive, "I'm not a big fan of playing games."

You place your hand on his thigh, feeling the muscles tense beneath the fabric of his pants. He jerks at the sudden contact, his eyes snapping up to yours. "What the fuck are you doing?"

Your smile is cold, calculated. "I'm making sure you understand the gravity of the situation." You slide your hand up, your fingers brushing against the growing bulge in his crotch. His body responds despite his protests, his cock stiffening under your touch.

He bucks against the chair, trying to break free, but the zip ties hold firm. "You can't do this!"

You lean in close, your breath warm against his ear. "And what are you gonna do?"

Your hand starts to move in slow, torturous circles, your grip tightening just enough to keep him on the edge. His eyes roll back in his head, his teeth gritted as he fights the pleasure you're giving him. But you're in no rush. You've got all night.

You whisper in his ear, your voice a silky promise. "Every time you lie to me, I'll make it harder for you. But every time you tell the truth, I'll make it feel so good."

He grunts, his body straining against the restraints. "What do you want to know?"

You lean back, your hand still wrapped around his cock, stroking him with a maddening gentleness. "The truth, Hank. That's all I want."

He grits his teeth, his eyes squeezed shut. "Fuck you."

You increase the pressure slightly, watching as his body tenses. "The more you resist, the more you'll regret it."

You can feel him fighting it, his hips pushing against your hand, his breath coming in ragged gasps. His voice is strained, desperate. "What...what do you want to know?"

You lean in closer, your breath hot on his neck. "Everything."

You start with the night of the bookstore heist. Your hand moves in a steady rhythm, each stroke bringing him closer to the edge. He clenches his fists, his knuckles white. "What happened that night?"

He groans, his body betraying his resolve. "I...I went in...for the books."

You tighten your grip, slowing down. "And?"

He swallows hard, his voice hoarse. "I didn't mean to...to take the money."

You feel his cock pulse in your hand, but you don't let him finish. "Why did you do it, Hank?"

He pants, his eyes wild with need. "I needed it...for...for my sister's medication."

You ease up, his erection subsiding slightly. "Go on."

He takes a deep, shuddering breath. "I...I had no choice. She's sick."

You nod, your grip loosening slightly. "What did you do with the money?"

"I...I gave it to her," he gasps out, his voice strained. "I didn't keep a dime."

You resume the slow, torturous strokes, feeling him harden again. "What about the other jobs? The jewelry, the art?"

He shakes his head, his eyes pleading. "I don't know what you're talking about."

You squeeze harder, his hips bucking. "Don't lie to me, Hank."

He lets out a strangled cry. "Okay, okay! I did them. But...but it was always for a good cause. I never kept anything for myself."

You lean back, studying his face. The lies are coming easier now, his need for release overwhelming his pride. "Who did you sell the items to?"

His breath catches, his body trembling. "A...a fence. I don't know his name."

You don't buy it. You know he's holding out on you. You lean in, your voice a whisper. "Hank, I'm not going anywhere until you tell me everything."

He growls, his eyes flashing with anger and desperation, his release inching closer. "I don't know! I swear!"

You lean back, your hand leaving his crotch. He gasps, his eyes snapping open, his body rigid with unfulfilled need. "What?" he pants, the question a mix of disbelief and frustration.

You lean back in your chair, folding your arms. "I said I want the truth, Hank. No more games."

The room is silent for a long moment, the only sounds his ragged breaths and the distant murmur of the precinct. His eyes dart around the room, searching for something—anything—that might give him a way out of this. But there's nothing. Just the two of you and the truth that hangs heavy in the air.

"Please," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Please don't do this."

You stand, walking around the table to stand in front of him again. You lean down, your hand resting on the zip tie, ready to tighten it. "The fence's name, Hank."

He closes his eyes, his jaw clenched. "Vic," he says through gritted teeth. "Vic Castellanos."

You straighten, a flicker of satisfaction crossing your face. That's a name you recognize. A big fish in the city's criminal underbelly. But you don't let him see it. Instead, you lean down, your voice a seductive purr. "Good boy."

You run your hand along his thigh, your fingertips dancing up to his crotch again. He jerks, his body begging for release. But you stop just short, your hand hovering over him. "But that's not all I need to know."

He groans, his eyes pleading. "What...what else?"

You smile, a wicked glint in your eye. "Everything, Hank. Every detail."

With a flick of your wrist, you unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants. His cock springs free, hard and desperate. He tries to struggle again, but the chair holds him firmly in place. You take a moment to appreciate the view, the way his erection juts out, pulsing with the rhythm of his racing heart. Then, you wrap your hand around him, your grip firm but gentle.

You start to stroke, slow and deliberate. His eyes roll back in his head, a strangled sound escaping his throat. "The...the...other jobs," he gasps. "They were...for charity. For kids, for the homeless."

You keep your rhythm steady, your eyes never leaving his face. "Go on."

His breath comes in ragged pants now, his hips moving with your hand. "The...the diamonds," he whispers. "They...they were for a children's hospital."

You nod, your hand moving a little faster. "And the art?"

"A...a museum," he chokes out. "They needed...needed funding."

You lean in, your breath hot against his ear. "Why steal for them?"

He swallows hard, his body tight with need. "Because...because no one else would help."

Your hand speeds up, your grip tightening. "What about the people you hurt, Hank?"

He opens his eyes, the reality of his actions crashing over him. "They...they didn't matter."

You stop, your hand hovering just above his cock. "What makes you think they didn't matter?"

He looks up at you, his eyes filled with pain and desperation. "Because...because the ones I was helping mattered more."

You resume stroking, your touch a little softer now. "But they were just pawns in your game, weren't they?"

He nods, his eyes squeezed shut. "Yes," he whispers.

You lean back, watching him. His body is taut with tension, his breathing erratic. You know he's close, so close to the edge. But not yet. "Tell me about the last job, Hank. The one that went wrong."

He swallows, his Adam's apple bobbing in his throat. "It...it was a mistake. I didn't mean to get caught."

You cock your head, your eyes gleaming. "And what did you take?"

He grits his teeth, the struggle clear on his face. "A...a necklace. For...for my sister."

You nod, your hand moving faster now. "And why did you choose that necklace?"

"It...it was her birthday," he gasps, his eyes filling with tears. "I wanted to make her happy."

You lean in, your voice a gentle caress. "What was so special about that necklace?"

Hank's body jerks as he fights back the sob that threatens to escape. "It...it was one like our mother's. She...she never got to wear it. I wanted her to have something of hers."

The room feels heavier with the weight of his confession, the air thick with unshed tears. But you don't let up. You need all the information he has. "Where is it now, Hank?"

He shakes his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "I...I don't know. I had to ditch it when you...you caught me."

You stroke him a little faster, his cock hardening in your grip. "Where did you hide it?"

He moans, his hips bucking involuntarily, a tear slipping from his eye. "In...in a locker at the bus station. Number 43."

You nod, your hand moving faster, your strokes now a blur. He's close, so close. You can see the sweat beading on his forehead, his body trembling with the effort of holding back. And then, with a strangled cry, he finally breaks, his body convulsing as he climaxes, hot cum spurting into the space between his stomach and the chair. You watch with a detached fascination, your hand still moving until the last tremor passes through him.

As he pants for breath, his body limp with exhaustion, you lean down and whisper in his ear, "Good boy." You give his cock one final squeeze before releasing it, watching as it goes soft again. You step back, your heart pounding in your chest. You've got what you wanted—his confession, the fence's name, the location of the necklace. But the game isn't over yet.

You pull a handkerchief from your pocket and offer it to him. He looks at it with a mix of disgust and gratitude, using it to clean himself up. You watch, your expression unreadable. "You know, Hank," you say, your voice low and calm, "you're not such a bad guy. Just...misplaced."

He glares up at you, his wrists still bound by the zip tie. "What the fuck are you talking about?"

You shrug, tucking the handkerchief back in your pocket. "You had a reason. A good one, even." You lean back against the wall, crossing your arms again. "But you're still a thief."

The anger in his eyes fades to something else—despair, maybe. "What are you going to do to me?"

You smile, a cold, hard smile that sends a shiver down his spine. "Oh, Hank. That's not for me to decide."

You leave him there, the room echoing with the sound of his labored breathing. You've got your answers, but the night is still young. And there's so much more to uncover about Hank, the man behind the mask. As you walk back to your office, you can't help but wonder what other secrets he's hiding. And how much more of himself he'll be willing to give up before the dawn breaks.

taglist! @baileysturns @joyouswonders @eternal-love

[gilverrwrites]

Sorry no brain function tonight just a little mermaid-esque AU, only instead of a Prince, it’s Pirate Captain Slade Wilson.

His men catch you in their nets whilst fishing one day. They're none too pleased to find you, It’s bad luck to have women on board, even fish women, could be a siren those are really bad news but Slade is instantly intrigued. He’ll be damned if he’s gonna throw back a treasure like you, and if his men have a problem with that, they know where the plank is.

So perhaps he keeps you captive, or maybe you too are fascinated by this strange large human like none you’ve seen before with his silver hair, and a single eye bluer than the Indian Ocean. Whatever the reason, you stay.

Adjusting to human legs is hard upon a ship, the spray of the sea often tripping your transformation. Other times because Slade grows impatient with your tripping and balancing and so he throws you over his shoulder when he’s in a hurry, big ol’ hands wandering a little too close to your cavern, but never as close as you’d like.

The fact that you can’t talk isn’t a huge issue, because Slade talks a lot. Pompous nonsense if you were to ask his quartermaster Deadman Todd, but talk nonetheless. And his voice is so smooth, so authoritative, it’s like the shore on a stormy day and you could listen to it endlessly.

He tells you about his mute son back on shore though, and teaches you hand signs to help you communicate with him. At dock he ‘obtains’ books he thinks may be to your liking, using them to teach you how to read and write. But books aren’t the only things he brings you, he likes to dress you up in shiny jewels and fine skirts that show off your cleavage and your legs when you’re skipping around the deck, winding up his men with your unapologetically feminine wiles. Your free-spiritedness, while often endearing does grate their nerves often. This is an adventure for you, a strange fish-fetishist fantasy for their boss, but it’s their lives.

To placate his men and return the favour of Slade’s gifts, you chart maps for them, directing him and his crew to the locations of long-lost treasures and suggesting routes that will keep them away from the dangerous creatures that lurk beneath.

Until one night a bad storm hits, all but capsizing the ship, knocking many men overboard.

Despite your silent arguments, Slade instructs you to wait it out below deck, and reluctantly you agree until you hear that he too has been buried by your salty mistress. Without hesitation you dive in after him, collecting his scattered men and bringing them to the surface until you find your human.

As the tempest begins to calm, Todd helps you to hoist every man with a pulse back aboard. It takes 3 men to haul their deadweight captain, and you spend far too long attempting to breathe air back into his lungs but just when things look like they might never be the same again, he pulls through.

By sun up everyone is hammered, singing shanties and making the most of their 2nd, 3rd, 10th chance at life.

Everyone but you and Slade, who had hurled you over his shoulder the first chance he’d got. Who’s taken you back to his quarters, thrown you on his bed, stripped you off your finery and laid siege to your body the way he’d been craving since he’d first seen you in that net.

Oh ho ho and don’t get me started on Deadman Todd and his fancy for the rebellious daughter of rival Captain; Roman Sionis ;)

[fqiryspit]

fuck you omgggg this is annoying asf 😫 not to mention embarrassing for me...like steal something else when im reporting you girl.

thank you to the absolute doll that lmk about this mwah mwah i love you i love you!!!!

[nourangul]

Bad Habits

Truthfully, I know nothing about Caught Stealing, I have the book on order, but it has to get here before I can get a sense of what his character will be. That didn't stop me from being utterly taken by the Matt Smith Punk Era. So without further ado, a shot in the dark but with nighttime vibes I really like: Red from the upcoming Caught Stealing with Austin Butler.

Divider by Firefly Graphics

It was late, the darkness pressing hard on those still up and about like an oppressive blanket beckoning to sleep. She had yet to go to bed or even attempt to and the need for sleep clawed at her eyes as surely as her tears had.  The lighter clicked alive and left her eyes dazzled as she sparked another cheap fucking cigarette to life. Her ashtray was near full to overflowing, ash dusting the kitchen table that was every bit as cheap as her cigarettes with its new scuffs. Another stupid fight with another stupid boyfriend. Another breakup to add to the fucking list.  Gods, how fucking many times before she fucking learned? And how many fucking times before she stopped calling him? At least Red hadn’t picked up this time, but she still left a message. He was still a bad habit, same as the cheap fucking cigarettes and she had no real want to quitting either.  “Maybe he won’t come or call, maybe he’s finally fucking done with our bullshit.” She murmured to the thick darkness that coated her rundown apartment in silence. It was cheap like everything else, cheap like her, but it was home. Though even she couldn’t find comfort in the silence anymore and went to the record player and her favorite moping album. Venus In Furs by The Velvet Underground crackled over the barely holding on speaker and she let out a sigh of relief. It was her favorite song for late night. She'd gone through so many singles that she’d just bought the entire record… a few times. No matter how dark her thoughts were, this song always got her moving.  And it always seemed to herald a knock at the door.  Like a demon called to some archaic chant, Red always seemed to show up to this song. When she needed him the most—and wished equally hard she didn’t.  And he never denied her the company.  His hair was down and pushed to one side and damp… was it raining? She didn’t know. It didn’t matter as she pulled him inside and slipped into his arms like it was as easy as breathing. He smelled like stale cigarettes, cheap beer, and sweat, the leather jacket needed a good cleaning, but she didn’t care. He was big, warm, strong and… Her complete weakness. Always and ever in his arms. Always and never under him making her barely big enough bed squeak and bang against the wall.  When she kissed him, he tasted like home with an edge of salt from her own tears.  “Stay, Red? Even if it’s just until morning.” She wasn’t begging, nor exactly… but she was close. Dignity didn’t factor when she was pressed against him. Something soft and chilled against a heated brick wall.  “We gotta stop meeting like this—makes me wanna fucking kill whatever idiot made you cry like this.” He was gruff and his voice was low and he’d make good on the threat. Somehow, it was funny. Just a little bit.  “Even if the idiot is you, sometimes?” He shook his head and held her face in his hands. A slice of warm heaven.  “You ever gonna let me be your fucking idiot, babe? Or am I just a bad habit?” Her eyes were dark as the song ended and she laid her chilly hands atop his.  “Maybe you can be born. Ask me in the morning, Red. Right now, I’ll make you promises I can’t keep and you deserve better than that from me.” They both knew that was a lie. She’d make good on every single promise he pulled out of her. She always had. 

Bonus punk Matty:

[austinbutlerslovers]

Jealous

Label Mature 18+

Summary When Hank shows too much affection to his cat you become jealous, until he turns all his attention on you.

❤️‍🔥Passionate Smut❤️‍🔥 teasing•jealously•Hank on his knees •oral on fem• slight praising•dirty talk•clit play•cum eating•countertop sex•simultaneous orgasm• protection•aftercare 🔗 Master List

🏆 Inspired by Hank on his knees/w a kitty via @umika @aust-een More Hank 🧢 🔗 After Hours 🔗 Kiss it Better

Jealous

Hank is stretched out on the couch, Bud curled up on his chest, purring contentedly. He absentmindedly scratches behind the cat’s ears, a lazy smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

You’ve gathered all of your things after spending the night and are ready to head to work. When he doesn’t realize you’re about to leave, you stand near the doorway, arms crossed, watching him play with the cat. 

He’s so absorbed in his little moment with Bud that when he still hasn’t noticed you standing there, it stings a little.

“You’re seriously going to ignore me leaving for a cat?” you ask, tilting your head.

Hank glances up at you, amusement flickering in his eyes. “You jealous of the cat?” he asks, his voice low and teasing as he runs his hand down Bud’s back, watching the cat arch as it purrs even louder.

You can’t help but feel a pang of longing inside as you watch his hands, the way his fingers curl slightly before scratching down the cat’s back in those long, soothing strokes and your thoughts slip out before you can stop them.

“Maybe I want some of that attention for myself,” you confess.

Hank raises an eye brow, his grin widening as he gently sets Bud aside.

He stands, closing the distance between you, his hands slipping around your waist as he leans in, his breath warm against your ear.

“Jealousy looks really good on you,” he whispers, his lips lowering against your neck trailing soft kisses.

“I didn’t realize I’d be competing with a cat,” you respond, your voice softer than intended as you try to keep the rising heat inside you at bay feeling his lips kissing along your neck.

Hank leans back slightly, eyes filled with mischief. “You’re way more fun to pet.” His teases his hands  sliding to your hips, pulling you firmly against him.

Your breath catches in your throat from his control as his lips return trailing enticingly down your neck.

“I don’t purr though,” you manage to say, your voice barely more than a whisper as you surrender completely to his touch. 

“Not yet,” he teases darkly as he leans back just enough to keep your gaze then he gets down on his knees in front of you, his hands on your hips guiding you closer.

His eyes never leaves yours as he he slides your panties down, his touch igniting a warmth that spreads quickly through your body as his hands slide up the backs of your legs his thumbs grazing over the sensitive skin of your thighs.

You let out a shaky breath, desperately trying to hold on to some form of control as you look down at him kneeling between your legs. His broad shoulders fill the space, his strong hands now gripping your hips, keeping you firmly in place.

In the back of your mind, you know you’re going to be late for work, and the thought barely takes hold before his mouth closes over your clit, making every rational thought disappear.

His tongue swirls and flicks over your clit with maddening precision before he licks a slow teasing stripe up the inside of your pussy.

You bite back a moan, your fingers tangling in his hair, as your knees weaken, barely able to stay grounded under his touch. 

I’m going to be so fucking late, you think for a fleeting second, but the thought vanishes as his thumb presses against your clit, stroking in firm deliberate circles.

Your breath catches in your throat as you softly gasp trying to withstand the onslaught of pleasure.

His eyes flick up to meet yours, dark and focused. Seeing the distraction in your gaze he starts working harder, his tongue moving in languid, agonizing strokes as his thumb keeps a steady pressure on your clit. 

The sensations build inside you like a wave you can’t control, stronger with each passing moment until you moan loudly the sound slipping from your lips before you can stop it.

Your thoughts dissolve into nothingness as your core tenses, the pleasure consuming every part of you until you are overwhelmed at how good he feels.

He pushes his tongue deeper, his mouth moaning against you in as his thumb works faster, and you lose yourself completely. 

The warmth of his mouth, the firm, pressure of his thumb, and the thrust of his tongue push past any resistance you had left and you surrender entirely, your mind going completely blank.

As you come, a soft moan escapes your lips, the pleasure rolling through you in waves as your body trembles against his face. 

He savors every second of your release, his mouth, and hands still working you through it until there’s nothing left for a moment as the world reduces to nothing but him.

His eyes look up to your face, a satisfied grin on his lips as he enjoys every second of the way you fall apart for him, completely lost in the intimacy he's created.

As you begin to come down from the high his mouth leaves you as he slowly rises to his feet.

You look up at him, your breaths still uneven as his hand slides to the back of your neck, gently pulling you toward him, and he presses his mouth onto yours letting you taste yourself on his lips.

It’s intoxicating and overwhelming as he kisses you deep and unhurried, his tongue sliding against yours, until you can’t help but moan softly into his mouth.

“You taste so damn good,” he whispers against your lips, his voice low as he grins, the words sending another surge of heat through you. His hands move down your body as he kisses you again, this time with more urgency as his hips press against yours and you feel the unmistakable hardness of his cock.

You kiss him back with even more intensity, your body completely lost in your overwhelming desire for him. Your hands gripping his shoulders as each kiss becomes more demanding than the last until all that’s left is an all-consuming need to satisfy each other.

He walks you backward, his hands sliding up your back, until the sharp edge of the kitchen counter presses into you. The sudden contact breaks the kiss for a moment, both of you pausing as he looks down at you, his lips brushing yours as your breaths mingle.

“How’s that jealousy?” he asks, his voice low and teasing as his hands grip your waist, lifting you effortlessly onto the counter. 

“You said you don’t purr, either” he adds seductively, his lips trailing down your neck as his hands pull you to the edge of the counter. “But I can feel it… right here.” He whispers, his fingers tracing your wetness with delicate knowing strokes.

You moan in response, your legs tightening around his waist as the world outside falls away, his words and touch all that matters.

He keeps one hand firmly on your waist, his lips trailing slow heated kisses along your neck as his  other hand moves with purpose, digging through a nearby drawer until you feel him warmly exhale against your skin finding what he needs.

His hand comes up to your neck, gently guiding your lips to his, claiming them again deeply, as his other hand works to slide his condom on. 

His kiss grows even rougher, his breathing ragged, as both of his hands return to your neck. The anticipation between you building with every heartbeat, knowing he has a condom on, the need to have each fully consuming you both.

He pulls back from the kiss, pressing his forehead to yours, the intensity of his eyes locking onto you as his shoulders rise and fall with each shallow breath. 

“You ready for me?” he asks, his voice breathless as he awaits your answer.

His words send a flutter through you as a rush of heat spreads through your core, and it leaves you aching for him.

You can barely form the word as you look into his eyes feeling the intensity of the moment so overwhelming. 

“Yes… .” You finally nod in anticipation.

Your words are all he needs as his hands grip your hips, pulling you to the very edge of the counter. 

He presses his large tip against you and a low moan escapes your throat as his lips claim yours while you feel his hard demanding cock push into your entrance.

His hands firmly grip your waist as he begins each deep powerful thrust making you gasp. The rhythm is steady and fast, the intensity building as you find yourselves moving in perfect harmony. Your hands grip his shoulders and he responds by grabbing your thighs, his control slipping as his breathing becomes heavier, more erratic.

His sandy blonde hair falls slightly into his face, but you can see the dark, dilated pupils in his eyes, almost completely swallowing the blue, making his gaze look wild, possessive.

As he thrusts into you his cock twitches making you both gasp as his pace falters. 

His hips slow to a torturous pace, as he drags his cock almost completely out of you catching his breath.

 “Not yet” he says as he lets out a ragged breath. 

His grip tightens on your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin, holding you firmly in place. 

“I’m dragging out every minute of this until you come for me,” he whispers, his voice laced with an almost dangerous intensity, his jaw tight, muscles flexing as he pushes his cock all the way inside of you again.

You moan in pleasure as his lips brush your neck and he quickens his pace, each thrust more intense and deliberate than the last, his chest pressing into yours as he grips your thighs tightly until your both moaning, desperate to come.

His hand slides between your thighs to your clit, your breath hitching as his thumb moves in sync with his thrusts, the sensation so overwhelming, you can’t stop the moans escaping your lips. 

His other hand finds the small of your back, pulling you closer, holding you in place as he works your clit and thrust into you with relentless precision.

“You love how I’m fucking you?” he asks, his words perfectly timed with each thrust.

You weakly nod, unable to form words, barely holding on as he watches your reaction.

“Show me,” he whispers, his voice low and commanding, and he leans in his lips lightly brushing against yours as you gasp, the moans slipping from your lips uncontrollably as you begin to orgasm.

Just as you come, he captures your mouth in a deeply passionate kiss, swallowing every sound of your pleasure as his thumb works harder on your clit. His kiss is so powerful, it drives you to the edge of sanity.

The sensation crashes over you in waves, and all you can do is melt into him, your fingers clutching at his shoulders as you lose yourself entirely.

He slows his pace, guiding you through the aftermath, his hands caressing your thighs and waist as you tremble, your body softening.

The emotions swirling inside you are so strong, you try to calm yourself, but your heart continues to pound.

Your breath shaky as you rest your head on his chest, and he wraps his arms around you, holding you close as you both savor the quiet intimacy of the moment.

“I—I have to go to work,” you finally whisper, the reality of the outside world creeping in as you sit up on the counter.

He smiles, staring into your eyes. “I know,” he says softly, but instead of letting you go, he pulls you back to him, his fingers threading through your hair as he brings you in for one last kiss. It’s slow, lingering, filled with unspoken desire that makes your heart ache.

The kiss says everything and neither of you want the moment to end.

You break away, reluctantly pulling back. His eyes remain locked on yours for just a second longer, filled with the same hesitation you feel. “I really need to go,” you say, though every part of you protests leaving him.

“I know,” he whispers again, this time with a hint of reluctance. He slowly pulls out of you and you feel the sudden emptiness, both physically and emotionally.

He steps back, his eyes trailing over you one last time as you get down from the counter. You quickly pull on your panties, and grab your purse, glancing over your shoulder as he buttons his pants. His expression soft, but his gaze intense.

“I’ll call you” he says with the faintest smile tugging at his lips.

“I'll be waiting” you respond but you pause at the door, your hand on the knob knowing the truth of what’s happening.

You quickly leave his apartment without looking back your heart racing with a whirlwind  of emotions. 

You hail a taxi and sit in the back seat, your mind still lost in the moment you just left.

Once at work, you settle in half an hour late and completely zone out. The world around you fading away as your mind drifts back to Hank—his voice, his, his touch, the way he satisfies you until you’re craving him all over again.  

Your core throbs at just the thought, heat pooling deep inside you as you bite your lip, trying to pull yourself back to the task at hand.

But it’s impossible to ignore the lingering sensation, theres an ache that he leaves behind.

Hank wasn’t supposed to mean anything—just a one-night stand, a fleeting moment of indulgence. But he is so skilled, so perfectly attuned to your body, that now he’s all you can think about.

You slowly refocus on work only to find yourself absentmindedly tracing your lips, remembering the way he claims them, and you realize, that no matter how hard you try, you won’t be able to focus on anything else.

You bite your lip as the frustration sinks in knowing nothing will be enough until you have him again.

🧢 End ?🧢

🔗 Master List

🏷️ Always Tag Me List @burnthheparaphilia @purejasmine @butdaddyilovehim99 @austinbutlerfly @lindszeppelin @abswifey @ausssbutlershortstories @magicovento @umika @obsessedvibee @austiebuttbutt @psycheetamore @aust-een @faegoddessog @jessica987 @slowsweetlove @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler @hardcoredisneynerd @thegabbyh @eternal-love @steph-speaks @thefallofthedamned @buckysteveloki-me @bucking-mustangs-with-wings @shegatsby @darlingisntit @lovereadingfanfic @elvismylove04 @denised916 @shockercoco @minispice-1 @meetmeatyourworst @ughdontbeboring @avidreader73 @12joeywheelerfangirl @xxmandaveexx @mamawiggers1980 @feralgodmothers @finley-08 @imjustheretoreadsmuthaha @majestyjade @gravesdiggergirl @nostalgichoya @ifuckindontknow @kaelatargaryen @darknightmareobject

[wwcross]

Danny never thought he'd be in this situation.

Fxck. He never thought he'll even raise a child! He sucked at that! He still remembered what happened at the Lancer's class 400 years ago! He only babysat he's nephews and nieces just time by time and it was only for some hours! ...also his great nephews and nieces. But that doesn't matter.

Danny looked at the boy he held in his arms. The tiny, skinny boy with red wing was holding on to his jumpsuit/hazmat suit tightly. Who would have thought having a visit to Japan would make him find abused child who needs help.

"Hey kid, it's okay. I promise. No one's gonna hurt you anymore. it's really okay."

Finally, finally the kid looked up at Danny. His yellow eyes looking straight at him.

And as Danny looked at the hope in the boy's eyes.. he knew he didn't have a choice.

Yep. He's a dad now.

[leviiackrman]

“What if he stares at you every time you look away?”

[TEMPLATE] || [MORE EDITS

tag list (ask to be added or removed): @carrionsflower @statichvm @risingsh0t @simonxriley @marivenah @bbrocklesnar @confidentandgood @unholymilf @florbelles @thedeadthree @shellibisshe @roofgeese @aezyrraeshh @faerune @tekehu @jackiesarch @jacobseed @minaharkers @sergeiravenov @rosenfey @queennymeria @shadowglens @nokstella @imogenkol @heroofpenamstan @fenharel @alexxmason @pensdragon @rolangf @a-treides @solasan @bigbywlf @delzinrowe

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello all! We forge onto episode 13 for s1. Super solid ep all around really enjoy this one.

1x13 Caught Stealing

I love whenever Chenford get a cold open. This one doesn't disappoint. After the last ep Tim needed a little fun. What’s more fun than messing with his rookie on her first night shift? Ah the night shift I can’t imagine with that job. Poor Lucy I feel tired just watching her in this scene. Girl needs her some caffeine.

The amount of sass he is throwing her way is hilarious. Being the tough ass T.O. with a little salty sass throw in for his enjoyment. He's definitely have a little fun with how damn tired she is. Poor Lucy is paying for not listening to his nap advice. Lucy see's a random guy in the street. We see them out out of the car because she insists she saw him. Lucy eventually follows this guy Tim doesn't see. Its very evident once she catches up to him this is a dream. She's awoken by laughter and mortified she's fallen asleep on her first midnight shift.

Tim is so pleased with himself she fell sleep. Not only that but he gets to have others in on it with him. Her ‘No No’ as he's laughing and taking pics too funny. Clearly enjoying his damn self haha Lucy didn’t listen to his advice and paid for it. He's not even mad as he's taking pics. He's bemused with her more than anything else. You can see it in his face. There is no anger there. He is very much enjoying giving her a hard time about this. (Work flirt part 1.)

Part 2 is the shirts he makes haha Lucy's face/reaction cracks me up. She's not even the least bit shocked he did this. Such a turd haha. Highly doubt Tim has ever messed with a rookie the way he does with Lucy. Just another work flirt between them. Whether he realizes he's doing it or not. She brings out a side of him rarely seen. His playful side it’s fun to see. Tim knows it’s going to bother her so naturally he does it haha

I'll say it again the absolute sass Tim has with her in this episode is unreal haha He's getting so comfortable with her its just pouring out. They report to a burglary at a fertility clinic. Lucy being Lucy has to question if its an abduction or burglary haha She has a fair point in what she’s asking LOL I do love her little notebook trying to take down everything she can. Absorb whatever knowledge Tim is gonna throw her way. Even when he's being surly with her she's always ready to learn regardless. They end up going to the apt of the woman who stole the eggs. The ex- wives are in the midst of a massive fight about them when they arrive.

Tim steps in immediately as their mediator. This scenario hits a little differently for Tim now. Also for the viewer as well. The way he handles this entire situation is masterful. If this isn’t his entire situation with Isabel in a moment idk what is. Just with the way he responds and de-escalates the whole situation. Using his past pain to do so. Now that he’s removed from it you can see the perspective he's gained since. How he uses it to relate to this woman's distress.

The way he’s talking this lady through her emotional crisis. My goodness. Gets me right in the feels. The reason she ends up listening is because she can hear in his voice he can relate. The tone he is taking with her is so sincere. I couldn't be prouder of him. The Tim that Lucy started with would be floored by the words coming out of his mouth right now. They hit so much differently as he calms the ex-wife down. You can hear the painful experience in his voice.

You can’t tell me Lucy’s words from 1x07 didn’t stick with him. The way she stopped him from this fate, from hating himself. Tim knew deep down he would've had he gone through with his plans. Lucy was there to stop him from doing that to himself. Tim is doing the same for this woman now. This is what growth looks like. Most people might think his growth is more apparent and doesn’t truly start till s2. Where we see Tim start to visibly soften for her, but it started the day he met Lucy Chen.

You can see the impact she’s had on his life. These are the moments that reflect that. How he's changed due to her presence in his life. That small crack in his rigid wall she started on day 1. How it continues to grow. S1 Tim is rough at the start but he is for a reason. It seems like this is a small scene in the ep as a whole if you’re not paying attention. But this scene is absolute growth for Tim. His character arc is primo and Lucy's role in it even more so.

It makes me smile how Tim impresses her with this line of thought. Lucy is genuinely impressed with his attitude about the domestic violence rule. He’s almost offended she seemed surprised haha I think he truly does want her to think highly of him. Tim might actually be slightly offended when she is 'surprised' by him with stuff like this. Where he finds her 'surprised' Lucy is actually expressing 'awe' for him.

We all know underneath that gruff exterior beats a soft puppy of a man. (Especially for her) I dare say Lucy’s attraction to him grows due to this comment he makes about the rule. She tries to rebound by saying he surprises her everyday hehe I know he does. His reply is so cute. They're so married and have no idea.

Tim’s gut reaction is to immediately defend Lucy. *heart clutch* Not only that but compliments her while doing so. Talia calls him out on his compliment. They both know he doesn’t hand those out ever. You can tell he's a little irked Talia has done so. He back tracks a little cause of it but not much. He doubles down on it still and says she’s smarter than this.

He knows her just as well she knows him at this point. Tim is very aware how sharp Lucy is. So if it was even slightly possible she did this would've it would've been executed better. He's almost offended they would attach her to such a poorly thought out plan. Ah if only Lucy could hear him singing her praises Her head would explode. Oh the growth in this ep for him is glorious.

That wraps it up for the Chenford portion of this ep.

Side Notes. Non Chenford

I LOVE how Angela brings Jackson down a peg in this ep. He was insufferable about the rules. Well until he ran into a fiery buzz saw that was Angela and never recovered haha I do appreciate him coming to her at the end and apologizing. Thanking her for never giving up on him. He wouldn’t be here without her and wouldn't let himself forget that again.

Also the beginning of BAMF Lucy where she holds her own against a slew of baddies solo. Then out smarts them by revealing what the guy did and how he stole the money. Love our girl. Like Tim said she’s smart. Too smart for his own good most days haha doesn’t need Nolan by time he gets there. Saves her own damn self.

As always I thank you all for you likes/comments/reblogs. Truly love the comments. Replying to them is one of my fav things. See you all in 1x14 :)

[m-oddinsdottir]

I just love when someone literally likes my one shot, copies my idea of said one shot and then writes theirs and it gets more likes than mine

tumblr recommended said one shot to me and is basically the same idea but with poor depth, cool, let’s just act like I didn’t spend days writing mine