#cleaned in front of my desk before i answered this so that's done!

[etheries1015]

Did you know that hair-pulling helps blood flow? /idk

Did you know that I’m grinding my thighs for Lilia rough(beeping) us?

Kids stay away from me for at least 5 miles away

Did you know that I really want Lilia to go vampire mode and yank us by our hair while he’s ramming us from behind, our neck exposed from his motion and ~~~ ^0^ (won't detail much since I'm not sure if ur comfortable with Blood)

Lilia X reader - Living out a fantasy

18+ MINORS DNI.

General warnings: Gender neutral reader, hair pulling, biting, rough fucking...I haven't written many "full" smuts so...sorry if its rushed or not particularly good, I'm open to advice and learning new things 💜✨

TW: None? Maybe some mentions of blood tho. Tell me if I missed anything, I'll update this section accordingly.

Lilia yearned for this moment. The moment you fully submitted to him as he had fantasized over and over again, with his filthy thoughts of defiling you flashing in his mind from the very second you placed yourself in his life. From bumping into each other in the halls to seeing you in the cafeteria talking it up with another student, he could feel this burning desire from the deepest parts of him.

Lilia didn't particularly enjoy this part of himself. He felt in a way with his dirty thoughts, he was making you dirty, too. With every moment he zoned out during class to imagine himself taking you against one of the desks, he found himself forcing a smile in front of you and hiding the bulge throbbing in his pants with his coat, almost unable to look you in the eyes. He would later find himself in his bedroom, groaning your name before staring shamelessly down at his hands after his release.

Yet he couldn't help but wonder those times when he spoke to you, was that blush upon your cheeks and glances simply a fragment of his imagination? Perhaps you felt the same, he would notice the way your thighs rubbed together after your eyes locked with his for a certain period. He was either going senile, or you truly had the same viciously naughty thoughts about him.

The Fae soon had his answer.

There you were, his hand full of your hair pushing your head into the pillow as his hips roughly snapped against yours. Slapping filled the air of the room along with your feeble high-pitched cries of pleasure mixed with whines of pain, Lilias hand roughly handling your hair and showing no mercy. The mischievous Fae would often pull out to where only his tip barely remained inside your swollen hole, and In one fast movement, he snapped his hips to meet your ass, which was now bright red and stinging with every new thrust.

"can't," you panted, "can't ..cum anymore...hah.." The sticky residue of cum and sweat pulled apart with every time he would pull back and thrust back inside of you from the previous hour of the sexual act, you felt your body unable to keep yourself up go limp and fall to the mattress while he continued with reckless abandon.

"Not- yet," Lilia groaned, taking the fist full of hair and pulling your head back mercilessly much to your dismay yet also pleasure. You let out a yelp of surprise at the instantaneous action and sharply sucked in air as Lilia removed his hands from your hair in order to forcibly grab you by the hips and lift you back upwards toward his eager body.

"Tsk tsk...you're not done until I say you are, little bat..." The way your hair fell exposed your bare neck, Lilia took the initiative the lean forward taking slower and more impactful thrusts as his tongue outlined his intended target upon your soft and mark-free skin.

"You're doing amazing, precious," He purred into your ear, "You can take more for me, right?" Grinding his hips into yours, Lilia took the slight nod of your head permission to continue. His teeth grazed the crook of your neck, revealing his teeth. Using his sharpened Canines to pierce your skin, you hissed in discomfort, feeling some sort of liquid trickling down your neck before Lilia used his tongue to sensually clean up the blood that drew from the wound he left. The fae pressed a gentle kiss against it, almost as if to apologize. The gesture was left short-lived, Lilia smirking against the skin of your neck, he took another bite before ramming his hips against your own. This time, Lilia grabbed your hands and pulled them back as he abused your tired, sopping-wet hole, groaning as the fae pressed his hips intimately against yours climaxing. Your legs trembled as his cock twitched releasing ropes of creamy white cum inside of you for the nth' time. He pulled out, letting go of your arms and allowing your body to fully succumb to the comfort of the mattress. he watched as his seed trickled out of your puffy hole, a satisfied grin on his lips.

His shit eating grin remained even after you turned to face him with a scowl and eyes of daggers. You were weak, your body covered in bruises and love marks from hours of intimacy, yet it didnt stop you from bonking the top of Lilias head. He only laughed at your feeble attempt to attack him.

"I told you I couldn't cum anymore," you pouted, grabbing a blanket and wrapping your naked body. Lilia hugged you through your new little blanket home, and although you were not looking at him, you could envision the puppy eyes he had.

"But you did so well for me, little bat! Won't you look at me, please?" He pouted, poking at you. You peaked through the blanket with an angry stare, narrowing your eyes at Lilia.

"Are you gonna take care of me now? You made this mess." Lilia smiled brightly at this, excitedly planting a kiss on your now exposed forehead.

"Of course~ I'll go draw you a warm bath and prepare some ointment, do not move a muscle, my dear!" You watched as the fae made his way to the bathroom, hearing running water you smiled to yourself, re playing the events over and over in your head with a light blush and a giddy giggle.

You had to admit, despite the aching of your body and the sticky mess between your legs... You wouldn't mind doing it again, sooner than later.

[mentally-gone002]

surprise coffee kisses

(collage made by moi)

summary: literally the title ^^^

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paper bag in one hand, a coffee cup in the other and a visitor badge clipped onto my shirt accompanied me up to the floor in which spencer worked on in the FBI’s headquarters in quantico. 

i’d been in the building lots of times which meant finding my way around was no problem at this point whenever i’d visit. 

on this occasion my appearance was secret. spencer had left his badge at our apartment on his nightstand and by the unseen bowl in my sink i had a feeling he hadn’t had breakfast before he left, so i’d taken the liberty of running by his favorite cafe on my way to him. 

once i had stepped out of the elevator and strode through the large glass doors with the FBI symbol and the printed title of the unit “behavioral analysis unit” on them, i made a beeline directly to his desk where he was seated. his back was arched over and he seemed to be writing. 

i smiled, slowing my strides as i got closer until i stopped. the paper bag holding his breakfast and his coffee cup was placed quietly on his desk prior to my gentle arms wrapping around the front of his shoulders from behind his desk chair. “hey, handsome.” i kept my voice low so as to not startle him. my lips quickly stamped a kiss to his cheek. 

spencer leaned his head back until it met my shoulder. his brown eyes fell over what of my face he could memorize for the millionth time. “hey, what’re you doing here?” he was gentle with asking and didn’t mean it in a rude way, he was just curious of my sudden presence in his place of work. it made him instantly forget about what he was doing.

i hummed. “you forgot your badge at home, and i brought you breakfast.” my eyes flicked to the items i’d brought for him so that he knew where they were. “and i didn’t get to see you before you left.”

he smiled lovingly as i told him about my reason for being there. he never had to worry about the feelings i felt for him because i expressed them every chance that i got. “thank you, so much.” he beamed up at me as i unwound her arms from around his shoulders. he almost frowned at the absence of my touch but he hid his disappointment. he knew his coworkers would teas him later after i’d left. 

“you’re welcome.” i leaned against spencer’s desk facing him. “what’re you working on?” my hands reached blindly into my sweater pocket to retrieve spencer’s badge as i stared down at the open file on his desk. 

he shrugged. “just some paperwork i didn’t finish last night.” he wheeled his chair to the side and stopped in front of me. “what’re you gonna do today?” 

i sighed, looking up at the ceiling as i thought. “probably run a few errands. we need a few things food wise, and then i might clean the apartment.” i answered him with a soft smile. “when do you think you’ll be home?” 

spencer looked at his watch and then at a stack of files in a paper basket at the end of his desk. “maybe… five thirty. i’ll see if i can leave earlier though, if you need any help cooking.”

i smiled at his consideration but shook my head. “i’m gonna have it all done by the time you get home, if that’s okay. i’m trying something new and don’t want you to have to see me angry if i end up ruining it.” 

“oh you mean like the time you tried to make crepes at one in the morning?” he laughed quietly while i sighed with closed eyes. “you woke me up because you started cussing at inanimate objects.”

i laughed at the remembrance even though i wanted to stay serious. “you scared the hell out of me when you walked into the room to try and calm me down.” 

spencer nodded, leaning forwards in his chair and slid his hand up onto my knee. “they turned out pretty good though.” 

i nodded as i also leaned forward. our faces were inches apart. “they did, didn’t they?” 

we silently stared at each other, eyes just wandering over one another’s faces while the buzz of the bullpen filled the space of our ended conversation. spencer looked at my lips a few times so i decided to lean in and kiss him once, since i didn’t get the chance to this morning. 

as i was pulling away i whispered, “i should get going so you can work.” 

he frowned immediately but nodded. “okay.” he kissed me again before wheeling his chair back to where it was before i had gotten there. “thank you again.” 

i nodded, squeezing my hand over his shoulder. “of course.” my lips were continuously pinned in a smile when i was with him. “i’ll see you at home, okay?”

spencer nodded. “okay. i love you.” 

“i love you.” i smiled, waving as i walked backwards towards the glass doors. 

“you’re in love with that girl.” morgan said across the bullpen to spencer, earning a few nods of approval from their coworkers to which spencer replied with just a roll of his eyes as he went back to work.

morgan was right, as much as he hated to admit, he was right.

spencer was undeniably in love with me.

[g0ldenbritney]

TATE LANGDON ABCS (sfw)꧂

a/n: HAPPY HALLOWEEN🎃..sorry i skipped some letters im a lazy bitch

A = Affection

physical touch for sure, playing with your hair, holding your hand (or holding pinky fingers because thats cutesy as fuck), kissing cheeks and noses (im a SUCKAA for nose kisses and so is he<3). Im just imagining you leaning in to kiss his nose, but he thought you were leaning in for a lip kiss, and it ends up being kinda awkward and you bump into eachother😭😭. Tbh i can’t see him being great at communication especially because he’s a literal teenage boy but though he might now be able to say it he can definitely show it with acts of service like helping with chores

You were at school, trying to focus on your worksheets and actually listening to the teacher speak about..whatever she was teaching, all you can think about is getting back home and all the homework and fuckin chores you had awaiting for you.

once you did get home, you opened the front door and you could smell how good the house smelt, on more exploration the entire house was cleaned and all your chores were done. You walked into your room and your homework was completed on your desk..i mean all the answers were wrong but its the thought that counts.

B = Best friend

Im going with alive Tate for this, I have a mood board on Pinterest for this!! (adrienjoyer)

Sharing cigarettes, sharing cds, sharing shoes, sharing clothes, FREE RAIN OF HIS STUFF. He will let you have anything, need a pencil in class…actually he doesn’t have one either but he will scavenge around for one—and if he only finds one? It’s *our* pencil now. (i need to smack that mans ass on the stairs) (i do that to all my friends) Oh? You have 10 bucks? Well he has 7…that mean its OUR 17 dollars to spend on pizza

(based on a scenario that actually happened to me LMAO 😭😭)

It was late at night, you both were hanging out at your house and it was like 2am, suddenly you both have the craving for pizza..you both counted your cash and quarters, you had 13 bucks in total so you thought a small pizza would fine..yeah no. Tate called up the local Pizza Hut and ordered a small pizza with nothing but cheese and pepperoni and it was 22 FUCKING DOLLARS?? And so you both ran around the house looking for quarters…

you ended up paying the money in quarters to that poor pizza delivery girl at 2am.

C = Cuddles

Depends on how he’s feeling tbh, i can see him as a chest layer. Lying on your chest as you stroke his hair, or the other way around he would be just fine with that as well.

D = Domestic

OF COURSE!! I can see him totally wanting that but like..not till he’s like 30. He wants to do all this stuff first before he settled down, but he definitely wouldn’t mind a partner..some kids, a dog maybe. He’s pretty good at cooking, if you count Kraft mac and cheese and grilled cheese or really anything with cheese.. (the man likes cheese what can i say) and he REFUSES to use a dishwasher, he will be washing dishes old style and you cant stop him.

E = Ending

no.

G = Gentle

Sometimes he might go to far, if you two are just friends and hes joking around and he actually hurts your feelings he would squeeze your shoulder and tell you a quick “sorry.” And it usually makes you feel better. He is very gentle with you when you’re having a bad day maybe just upset or stressed about exams he will maybe rub your shoulders or something and maybe get you to laugh to calm your nerves. If you are in a good mood, hes still gentle, holding you, holding your hands, being careful.

H = Hugs

He loves them!! I dont even care what you have to say or as much as he tries to push you off when you hug him he LOVES HUGS. If you two are just friends and you hug him he might be a little hesitant but he will hug you loosely back. This is totally pointed towards me because im very physically affectionate with my friends and hug them after school everyday, if you, like me, run up to him at his locker and basically throw yourself at him he will laugh and let you hug him and yap. If you’re dating and you hug him he will definitely hug you back and kiss your head :)

I = I love you

He thinks the whole “3 month rule” is bs. He’ll say that shit whenever he wants to. If he wants to say “I love you” immediately after you starting dating god damnit it will happen!!! He definitely says he loves you if you’re just friends to

J = Jealousy

Actual jealous baby

Im just imagining someone flirting with you in class do you immediately tell him as soon as you can because you tell him everything and he genuinely TWEAKS THE FUCK OUTTT, like hes actually geeked

like wdym someone else might have a little crush on you…NO. That person will become his biggest opp and you are told to stay away.

You were in 1st hour and you were assigned partners, luckily you knew the person you were assigned with thought they were a little strange…but they started subtly flirting you. They said sorry for being awkward and they “get nervous around people like you” which sounded like a flirt to you

so when you got to lunch, you immediately told Tate, he literally could run to that kids class right now and fight but he just whips his head around at you

“I hated that guy anyway…stupid.”

K = Kisses

Can range from sweet little ones to full blown makeouts hickeys..he prefers sweet ones on the face in the daylight but at night this man is freaky asf. His kisses are soft and slow but he can be a bit quicker if you really want him to

Q = Quizzes

he had a notebook for stuff about you, if you accidentally drop a little fun fact about you he will know about it and he will write it down, ranging from your favorite juice or if you have a mole under your jaw. He knows it all. If he ever forgot anything and i mean ANYTHING about you I dont think he would forgive himself

T = Try

Tbh i dont think he would put a lot of effort in, he just likes to be around you. (Though the mcdonalds dates are FIRE.) he likes having sleepovers with you at tour house only, watching movies, eating snacks till you feel ill, cuddling, if you’re down to get Applebees that would be even better and you would both ask the waiter for the gummy sharks in your sweet drinks separately (yes ive done that before). But if you really really wanted anice romantic date maybe he would give you flowers or something

U = Ugly

Nail biting (you put bandaids over his nails so he’ll stop :)), excessive social media usage (this guys is chronically online holly shit freaking 4chan user), ive always imagined him little tics, like twitching when hes anxious.

X = Xtra

i want to bake him a cake

Z = Zzz

THIS MAN CAN NEVER SLEEP ISTG

he tosses and turns but no matter what he cant sleep without you or if you give him a stuffed animal

OHH MY GODD IF YOU GIVE HIM A STUFFED ANIMAL I CANT

imagine him holding and cuddling it, and i know this doesnt relate to sleep but imagine him being all sad and crying into it because it reminds him of you😭

[aureliaporter]

just breathe

summary: when you disappear for six hours straight, overworking yourself, shoto panics and misunderstands the entire situation. 

a/n: literally the first anime man i ever simped for and holy shit do i need to get caught up on MHA i am like two seasons behind :,(

cw: intentional lowercase, slightly insecure!todoroki, probably ooc!todoroki, overworked!reader, overwhelmed!reader, mentions of skipping meals, reverse comfort

YOUR TO-DO list had seen better days. much better days.

today, it was overflowing. there were assignments for every class, multiple different kinds of quirk training you had yet to complete, cleaning to do in your dorm room, hopefully a meal or two to eat - if you had the time - a multitude of people to call back and respond to, and, as always, a boyfriend to communicate with.

but, sitting at your desk with a stack of papers beside you that seemed neverending, you found yourself forgetting anything else you needed to do. hours passed in a haze of paper, hand cramps, and scribbles of words and equations and formulas. time blurred together, your neck and back ached, and it wasn’t until you noticed you were practically squinting at your papers that you realized-

the sun had set.

you didn’t register it for a moment. you had a candle burning beside you and a laptop in front of you, enough so then you could still see your papers and continue to work. but you were squinting hard, and it was starting to bother your head as well as the rest of you. with a sigh, you stood up for a moment, finally stretching as you made your way to the light switch.

you passed your nightstand on the way back, and your eyes locked onto your phone. you told yourself not to touch it, to return to your desk until the work was done, but then you were desperate to know what time it was, and you were unlocking your phone.

seven thirty-eight.

you were about to click off your phone, you really were, when you received a text message from tsuyu. you merely blinked at it, not really comprehending the words, until you swiped down to see all your notifications.

.. oops.

as it turns out, your sudden disappearance off the face of the earth had scared - not just your shoto - but the rest of your classmates. even bakugou, who was prone to either ignoring everyone or expressing his severe dislike, had texted you, asking where you were. you had messages from everyone - thankfully not aizawa-sensei - in your class. you stared at the screen for a moment, trying to weigh your options.

respond.. finish the work.. go downstairs.. what to do? your thoughts were fragmented, a sure sign of overwork, but you dismissed it. maybe you just needed a coffee. yes, that sounded perfect. it got you downstairs, so everyone would know you were still alive, and it would help you focus.

with your plan in mind - get downstairs, make a cup of coffee, answer three or four questions of where you were, return to your room - you left your room for the first time in six hours, footsteps light on the ground as you walked to the elevator. the doors opened, and you were stepping inside, not noticing the other occupant.

“.. (y/n)?” shoto todoroki asked, eyes wide as he looked at you. “you’re- where have you been?”

you froze, not having prepared yourself to see him just yet. “uh.. in my room?” you said, your tone lilting upwards, as if you were also confused. 

he nodded, reaching out a hand to you before pausing and retracting it, his eyes boring into his palm. “did.. did i do something?” he asked, refusing to look at you.

you stared at him, lips parting. “what?”

he shrugged helplessly, suddenly looking a lot like the hurt little boy he had confided in you about. “well.. you didn’t respond. to.. anyone. i kept calling, and texting, and then i went to your room, and i knocked, and you didn’t answer so i didn’t know if you were even in there, and then i remembered that sometimes i leave you on read or i say the wrong thing or i freeze you and then i thought that-”

you cut off his ramble with a hand to his left cheek, your thumb stroking softly over the scarred skin. “shoto. breathe, baby,” you said softly, taking his hand to press to your chest and taking a deep breath, showing him to match your breathing. “just breathe.”

he nodded, taking in a shuddering breath and releasing it with you - at least, doing his best to. when he exhaled, he slumped, like all the nervous energy in him had slipped out, and he rested his head against your shoulder. you continued breathing with him, and he kept matching your breaths until his heart rate was calm again.

“thank you, (y/n),” he murmured, keeping his head resting on your shoulder.

you nodded, releasing his hand, fully intent on letting go of him, but he merely grasped your hand tighter, taking a half-step closer to you.

“can we.. stay like this? just for a bit?” he said, one hand enclosed around yours, the other wrapped around your waist. 

instead of responding verbally, you wrapped your free arm around his torso, keeping him close to you. 

you both remained like that for quite some time, merely basking in each other’s embrace, until the elevator doors started to open. you both froze, having forgotten where you were entirely.

and then denki’s voice was practically echoing in the elevator, making you both wince.

“hey! quit canoodling in public!”

:p hello children! i am heading off to vacation tomorrow, so i have no idea what posting will be like, but i will do my best!! please make sure to comment or send in an ask if you like anything or if you want to see anything! have a great night lovelies <3

[fluentmoviequoter]

Found Family

Requested Here!

Pairing: Dominique Luca x fem!dentist!reader

Summary: When you finally meet Luca's team, you aren't expecting to run into a man you haven't seen or heard from in years.

Warnings: r is Hicks' daughter, brief depiction of anxiety, angst to fluff

Word Count: 1.9k+ words

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Picture from Pinterest

“Will it hurt?” the dental patient waiting beside you asks.

“No,” you assure with a kind smile. “You’ll feel a little pinch, maybe, and then all of the pain will go away.”

He nods, grips the sides of the chair, and closes his eyes as you slide the mouth mirror behind his top molars.

“Hey, doc,” one of the receptionists calls. “We need you at the front when you’re done here.”

“Got it,” you reply quickly, keeping your eyes and mind on your patient. “There we go,” you murmur when you find the cause of the sudden tooth decay. “Here comes the pinch.”

Using the cotton pliers from the dental hygiene set, you extract a small object lodged between teeth fourteen and fifteen, or as you explain to the patient a piece of food that wasn’t removed by flossing or brushing and embedded itself between the back molars.

“How’s it feeling?” you ask once the tools are removed from his mouth.

“Much better,” he answers. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Wendy, your hygienist, will be right back to finish cleaning, then we’ll apply a dental sealant to ensure there’s no further decay or wear on your enamel back there.”

As you stand and discard your gloves, you wave Wendy over to finish the cleaning process. She politely reminds you that you’re needed at the front. However, her knowing look is enough reprimand that you promise to pay more attention without neglecting your patients.

The walk to the reception area is short, but before you reach the end of the hall, you hear a familiar voice.

“Officer Luca,” you greet with a smile. “Are you bothering my receptionist again?”

“No, sweetheart,” Lucille, the receptionist who has told you more than once she thinks Luca is the sweetest little gentleman she’s ever seen, assures. “But you’ve left poor Luca here waiting.”

Luca smiles as he extends his left arm to hug you. “I’ll forgive you,” he whispers against your temple.

“How kind of you,” you tease. “What are you doing here?”

“You said you wanted to leave early today.”

“And she can!” Lucille interrupts. “Her last patient is nearly done.”

“But I…” you begin, though you trail off when Luca looks into your eyes. “Yeah, okay.”

“There, uh, there was one other thing I wanted to ask,” Luca adds. He shifts on his feet, a movement that anyone else would have missed.

“Are you okay?”

Luca smiles and nods but gestures toward Lucille. You smile, take his hand, and lead him to your small office at the back of the building. Once you’re alone, you turn and give Luca a proper hug before you lean back against your desk and encourage him to tell you what’s bothering him.

“We’ve been dating for a while,” Luca says.

You nod and refrain from commenting about being there because you want to know where he’s going. The hug he gave you a moment ago makes you confident he isn’t ending the relationship.

“I want to introduce you to my team. If you’re okay with that.”

You lick your lips and push yourself to stand before him as you ask, “Are you sure?”

“Absolutely. Besides, you might as well meet them before the wedding.”

Luca shrugs as you laugh. When you talked several weeks ago about how serious you were getting, you didn’t anticipate he’d start talking about marriage so quickly. However, you both know that’s what you want, so it doesn’t scare you.

“I would love to meet your team. Especially Street, since I’ve heard so much about him.”

“Sorry,” Luca responds, though his smile doesn’t drop.

“No, no, I support your bromance.”

Luca rolls his eyes as he pulls you against his chest. You lay your hands on his shoulders and look into his eyes as you smile.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

“Right now?” you reply. “I thought you meant-“

“Whenever you want,” Luca amends. “I just mean ready to go.”

“We can go now. If you want.”

“There’s one thing I have to do first.”

Before you can ask what that is, Luca tilts his chin and kisses you.

“Should I be nervous?” you ask as Luca helps you out of his truck.

“No,” he answers quickly. “Are you?”

“Not really.”

Luca laughs at you, and the sound makes you smile. You tighten your grip on his hand, then follow him into SWAT HQ. Several men are working out, officers are walking through, and people are waiting for various meetings. Most greet Luca, but he continues to lead you through the large common area.

He brushes his thumb over the back of your hand as he pushes a door open. Inside, there’s a large kitchen and sitting area, and five people. They look up when the door opens, greet Luca, then look away again. The woman is the first to realize she needs a second look, and a smile breaks out on her face as she jumps over the back of the couch and rushes toward you.

“Luca!” she yells.

That draws the attention of the men, and when Luca grunts from her well-aimed punch to his shoulder, they follow her lead and join you and Luca.

“Guys, this is my girlfriend,” he begins before introducing you to each member of 20 David Squad.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you say after shaking their hands. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

“Good things?” Street asks.

“Not about you,” Tan interjects.

“Mostly good things,” you agree.

“So, how long have you two been together?” Deacon asks.

“Almost six months,” you answer.

“What took you so long, man?” Hondo asks Luca. “I thought you were with Deac on the whole ‘when you know, you know’ thing.”

“I am,” Luca replies. “And I’ve known for months, I was just waiting for the right time.”

“What made now the right time?” Chris adds.

“I’ve been wondering the same thing,” you say.

“Duke,” Luca answers.

You nod in understanding as the team waits for further explanation.

“Duke likes me more than him,” you explain, ignoring Luca’s grunt of disagreement. “Somehow, he managed to get in my car and go home with me without either of us noticing. When I brought him back the next day, he didn’t want to let me leave.”

“Sounds like someone trained him well,” Tan says.

“Yeah, how long did that trick take, Luca?” Street inquires. “And were the treats homemade or store-bought?”

“Look,” Luca interrupts, drawing attention back to him rather than Duke. “Now was the right time because things are getting serious, but I don’t feel like I left you out of anything.”

“Romantic,” Hondo mumbles.

“Gross,” Street adds, nodding.

“We’re not mad about the wait,” Deacon assures you and Luca. “And you’re right, we didn’t miss anything. Except maybe the story about Duke, that would’ve been nice to hear right after it happened.”

“If anything, I was robbed,” you point out. “I’ve been hearing stories about you guys without any reference or anything.”

“Apologize,” Chris demands.

“Sorry,” Luca says, though it sounds more like a question.

“We should do something,” Street proposes. “Like go out to dinner or something. Let you ask all the embarrassing questions about Luca you can think of.”

“Or…” you counter. “We could make Luca cook for us all.”

“Okay,” Luca interjects. “Either work, but I am standing right here.”

“There you are!”

You stiffen when you hear someone else enter the kitchen. Luca and his team look toward the door to greet Hicks, but you keep your eyes on Luca.

“This is our commander, Bob Hicks,” Luca tells you. “Hicks, this is-“

You turn toward Hicks but don’t raise your eyes to meet his. He says your name before Luca can, and your shoulders draw up toward your ears.

“You’ve met?” Hondo deduces.

“Yeah,” Hicks answers carefully. “It’s nice to see you.”

“You, too.” You look at Luca and mumble, “I need to go.”

Luca’s brows pinch, but he nods and watches you step past him and walk a wide path around Hicks. He looks at Hicks for several seconds, then rushes out of the kitchen to follow you. 20 David Squad watches your sudden departure, then looks to one another for answers, which none of them have.

Hicks steps toward the door you just exited, but Deacon raises his hand over Hicks’ chest and says, “I think you’ve done enough for now.”

“Anything you want to share, Commander?” Chris asks.

Hicks sighs before he turns toward the five SWAT officers now staring him down.

After you exit the building, you step to the side and take a few deep breaths. Things were going so well before Bob Hicks walked in, and now Luca’s team will probably never want to see you again. As if he needed to ruin one more thing in your life.

“Hey,” Luca says softly. “Can I touch you?”

You nod eagerly, raising your arms slightly so you can hug Luca. His hugs feel like home, his arms strong around your waist and his head by your shoulder, in the perfect position to whisper calming and loving words in your ear.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper against him.

“Don’t apologize,” he replies, rubbing one hand along your upper back. “It’s okay. Just keep breathing.”

With Luca, you don’t usually realize when you’re getting anxious, but Hicks has a unique effect on you.

“Luca,” you begin. When he nods and pulls back without removing his arms from around you, you admit, “Robert Hicks is my dad.”

“You said you were raised by a single mom,” Luca remembers.

“I was. My mom married… him, they had me, all that. But when I was little, so little I barely remember what he was like before, he divorced my mom. After it was finalized, he cut us off completely. We never heard from him again.”

“That must’ve been hard.”

You nod and wet your lips. “I knew I was losing my parents as a couple, but I didn’t expect to lose my dad completely.”

Luca hugs you again, and as your breathing and heart rate return to normal, you take a deep breath.

“I know I’m overreacting,” you say with a sad chuckle. “Sorry, Luca.”

“You’re not,” Luca promises. His hand raises to your shoulder as he brushes his fingers along the back of your neck. “What can I do for you?”

“You’re perfect,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

Luca smiles before he kisses your forehead. His shift is nearly over, and he decides about what he’d do if he had to choose between Hicks and his job or you.

“Let me tell them that I’m heading out early and I’ll take you home. Maybe Duke can comfort you a little more,” he suggests.

“I’d like that. Can I… can I come in with you?”

“If you’re sure. No one in there is going to be mad at you for this.”

You nod and take Luca’s hand to follow him inside. His team is waiting just inside, and your father is nowhere to be seen.

“I’m sorry for rushing out like that,” you tell them.

“No worries,” Hondo assures.

“I’d run like that if I thought I could get away with it,” Street says.

“You heading out?” Chris asks Luca.

“We are,” Luca answers. “But dinner is still on the table. Not literally, but…”

“We’ll do it soon,” Deacon replies. “And you,” he tells you, “are welcome here whenever you want. You are part of this family now, and if anyone has an issue with that, they can leave.”

“Thank you,” you say softly. “All of you.”

Hondo nods at Luca as you leave, and though you don’t understand that it’s about your dad and how he’s grown as a person, you trust your boyfriend and new family. Plus, when you get home and are sandwiched between the loving cuddles of Luca and Duke, there isn’t much to be anxious about.

[fuck-customers]

Lady came in less then 10 mins before close and ordered one of every pizza on our menu. I'm internally punching her in her smug face cause screw you, who the fuck wants 6 pizzas at 3 'o clock in the morning anyway - but whatever.

Make the pizzas and by the time they're done cooking it's about 5 past close. I page her, and she doesn't come up. I page again, wait another minute and then decide if she's not gonna respect my time I'm just gonna go clean and she can sit her sorry ass at the pick up window until I come back. A few minutes turn to almost ten and still no sign of her at the pickup window, so I page once again. I hear the pager going off and realise the dumbass is at the register side of the window - the one that's got a thick ass curtain pulled down over it 🤦 I call out that she needs to come to the side window and put her food down before moving to wipe down the shelves nearby (only staying close so I can get the pager back). She meanders her way over, takes the pizzas and then asks about a few items on the menu. I answer kind of half assedly, without taking my eyes off my current job. She huffs and taps on the desk and goes, "you should at least look at someone when talking to them." Yeah, no, you've now eaten up almost 20 minutes of my close and I just want you to piss off already, you're not getting more of my time. She then tries to order five more things; two more pizzas and three other sides. I'm like ?? Are you fucking kidding???

"Sorry, we're closed."

"Oh. I didn't realise."

How the hell did you not realise?? Was the curtain over the register not an indication? Or the fact I'm pulling apart and cleaning several different bits of equipment?? Common sense is dead and I'm this 👌 close to knocking a bitch out.

Anyway, she continued to try to ask me about a few other menu items, where she could get cash out (after I told her my register was gone and even if it wasn't no, we don't do cash withdrawals) and what other areas of the club I 'recommend'. How about the ones the furthest away from me. I just keep directing her to the front desk because, seriously, take the hint - I do not want to talk to you. Our transaction is over, you have your food, now fuck. Off.

My manager came over to get the til later and said a lady had approached him and made a 'complaint' that the person in the food stall (me) was really rude to her (boohoo). I explained what happened and he pretty much said she sounded like she was being an idiot and he wasn't gonna take the complaint seriously anyway, so there's that at least.

Posted by admin Rodney

[ohworm-writes]

THIGH RIDING NIKOLAI THIGH RIDING NIKOLAI THIGH RIDING NIKOLAIIII😔😔😔 (please wxcuse me)

FUCK I CAN'T BELIEVE I NEVER ANSWERED THIS ASK BECAUSE GOOD GODS I HAVE SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT IT. When I first saw this ask I genuinely lost it so no you will not be excused - you are being getting a VIP seat as I stand on the stage and lose my mind about this concept.

PAIRING f!reader x Nikolai RATING R - Restricted [ Content warnings: 18+ mdni, hard dom!Nikolai, thigh riding, some praise and degradation ]

It's his favorite thing, right next to being inside of you, because of course nothing can top that.

But just... having you, such a perfect little thing, straddling one of his big, thick thighs, dressed in absolutely fucking nothing while he's fully clothed, leaning back in his seat as he watches you desperately rut against his jeans like a puppy in heat?

It's no wonder the man enjoys it so much when you make such pretty, sweet sounds for him! And the way you're all disheveled, jaw slacked and sweating slightly, your poor cunt absolutely drooling slick all over his jeans with your tits bouncing as you grind back and forth, too!

And while he's made you into the perfect mess, he's leaning back wherever he's sitting - maybe in a chair at a desk, on the couch, in the pilot's seat of his helicopter... wherever it may be - soaking in the sight with lidded eyes and a lazy, cruel grin.

"Look at you... fucking yourself on my thigh like a whore."

He mumbles the words under his breath, his tone filled with that deep, heavy gravel. It's almost like he's cooing at you, but his words have too much of a mean bite to them to be considered a sweet coo that you've heard come from him before.

I can't decide whether or not he'd have his hands on or off of you, because both make sense.

Like- picture him leaning back on a couch, arms stretched out behind him along the back of it as he watches you, completely composed with his hair pulled back all neat, freshly groomed, just watching you get off on his thigh.

Or... imagine a similar situation, with him still on that couch, but instead of being leant back, he's leant forwards, hands gripping your hips either lazily or in a vice, feeling you guide yourself along the length of his thigh, giving out heavy exhales through his nostrils as his eyes fixate on where your pussy stains his jeans.

Oh! And speaking of! He's so teasing you for that!

"You are dirtying my pants, лапушка (sweetheart). You're going to clean your mess when you are done, да (yes)?"

And, newsflash, you better say yes or, at the very least, give him some sort of indication that you're agreeing with him - an affirmative hum, a nod, something. As much as those words can be taken as an offhand comment, he means his words.

Know and trust that, one you get off, (both in the sense of cumming and physically getting off of his lap) he expects you to clean up the mess you've made like the obedient thing you are.

With your tongue on your knees in front of him, preferably, he would say. But that's a point for another time.

Now, back to the subject at hand.

He's ruined you - this is a known fact.

And it's even more well know to the two of you that, since waltzing into your life, he's become the only thing that can make you cum. So all of those sloppy, desperate ruts you make against his thigh, as stimulating as they are, can't get you to finish.

You're just not able to grind yourself fast enough or hard enough against his jeans, not getting enough stimulation to push you over the edge. So, the only solution? Whimpering and whining and begging him with tears in your eyes for him to help.

And fuck, he's so mean. :( Humming absentmindedly, completely ignoring your pleas, tutting at you and clicking his tongue in disapproval when you grab at his hands with the intention of encouraging him to do the work.

This was what you wanted, no? To ride his thigh like the desperate dog you are? Isn't that right? But oh, look at your poor face. He'd be cruel to deny you for longer than you can take, now wouldn't he be?

So, with his hands grabbing at the fat of your thighs, he drags you along the length of his thigh, pulling you up near his crotch and pushing you all the way back towards his knee.

Fuck, I bet you he spits down on his jeans too, just to make the surface a fraction more comfortable for your pussy to grind against. :( It's so nasty and messy but it's so hot at the same time, so who gives a fuck!

And if you can't get off still with just grinding against him, he'll bring his fingers down to your clit and just fucking abuse it as you leak and, eventually, cum all over his jeans, the fabric all slick and a mess and just... ugh.

Thigh riding Nikolai, thank you and good night. That's all folks. <3

[sturnsreader]

hickey prank

part 2 of 6

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you and chris never liked to pull little pranks on each other because you knew it would turn into a huge prank war between you two considering past experiences with pranking each other. but after coming across a tiktok video of a girl doing a hickey prank on her boyfriend you couldn't help but want to try it.

you were laying in your boyfriends bed on a saturday morning, the sun peering through his blinds while scrolling on your phone. your eyes beamed up as you watched chris enter the room. he had on and a black tank top with some shorts. you smiled at him as he set his water bottle on his desk. chris smiled back at you softly as he walked over to you.

“okay, i'm off to the store, mama.”

the boy leaned over you, pressing his palms into the mattress beside your shoulders; his hair slightly touching your forehead. you smiled and placed your phone on your chest then lifted your hands up to the nape of his neck.

“do you want to go?” chris cocked an eyebrow at you, already knowing the obvious answer to his question.

"what do you think?"

“most likely no.”

you giggled as your hands slid down from his neck to the sides of his face as you pulled him down towards your face and gently kissed him as he kissed you back. you wonder sometimes, how am i still so in love with this boy after these years? but then again, you wouldn't change this electric feeling for the world.

chris pulled away from you then kissed your forehead. he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear as your gaze was softly set on your love.

“do you want anything?”

you thought for a moment then shook your head in response.

“okay. i'll be back in a few, call me if you need anything.” chris pushed himself back up.

“okay, love you.”

“love you too.”

chris grabbed his phone and was about to leave but instead turned around and ran back to you and quickly kissed you once more before leaving. you giggled as you watched him leave the room.

“bye, baby!” chris shouted from the front door.

you continued scrolling through your phone until you came across a tiktok of a girl pranking her boyfriend that she had a hickey. you laughed to yourself then saved the video and sent it to nick with a grin.

__________________________________________

nick

y/n

NICK

should i do this to chris? 😭😭

*link*

nick

LMFAO yesss i'll help

y/n

bet okkk

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you quickly got out of bed and got dressed and put your hair in a ponytail. nick hurried downstairs to chris's room and knocked on the door and you opened the door and invited him in. you two went into chris's bathroom and dug through your makeup.

“okay, so maybe like this eyeshadow?” you held up a pallet of reds and purples next to your neck.

“oh my god it's PERFECT!” nick laughed.

you clapped your hands together and nick searched for a video to help while you dug through your bag of makeup brushes and pulled out a few. nick found a video and took a brush from your hand and you guys chose a spot on your neck and nick lightly started rubbing the eyeshadow onto your neck and blending it out. he mixed reds, purples, and a little bit of gray to really make it stand out. finally, he was done.

“ew, it actually looks real!”

nick fake gagged as you laughed then turned to the bathroom mirror and saw the bruise on your neck. your jaw fell open in shock.

“shit! nick it looks really good!” you turned to him then to the mirror again.

“oh my god, you're gonna make him so mad.”

“i know, i'm a little scared.”

you and nick cleaned up everything then went out to the living room and waited.

“should i keep my hair up?” you asked nick as he took a pepsi from the fridge.

nick studied you for a moment until he spoke. “no, leave it down it's too obvious. it'll look like you're trying to show him.”

you nodded then pulled your ponytail out. a minute later you got a text from chris saying he was on his way home now. you quickly looked up at nick with widened eyes.

“he's on his way home. fuck.” you cupped your mouth with your hand.

“go into his room!” nick shouted then you hurried to chris's room and jumped onto the bed and tried your best to look normal. you moved your hair out of the way a little bit so the hickey was slightly noticeable.

fifteen minutes passed and you heard the front door open and that's when your stomach dropped. then, footsteps coming down the stairs, then before you knew it the door opened and there he was.

“hey, baby i got you some dr pepper because i knew you would’ve wanted something.” chris smiled then put his phone and wallet on his desk.

“hey, babe. did you have a good time?” you asked.

chris nodded and walked over to you and was about to lay down with you when he saw the mark on your neck. his eyes widened in shock at the mark then he met your eyes.

“what the fuck?” chris mumbled then moved your hair to the side. “what did you do while i was gone?”

“what?” you acted confused

“you have a fuckin’ hickey on your neck, y/n!” chris ran a hand through his hair. “where did you go when i was gone?”

“chris! i didn’t go anywhere, relax!” you laughed.

“then what the fuck is that? because it wasn’t there before i left.” chris pointed at the bruise on your neck.

“its just a mark.”

“thats not just a mark, baby, thats a hickey. and it was not from me!” you heard the shakiness in his voice.

you started to feel bad so you frowned then took your fingers and smudged the eyeshadow to show him its makeup. you saw the relief on his face and started to laugh.

“im so sorry, baby.” you laughed then stood up and wrapped your arms around his neck.

chris sighed and wrapped his arms around your lower waist.

“that wasn’t funny!”

“im sorry!”

you pulled away from the hug and kissed his lips softly “i love you.”

“i love you.” he says as he shuts the door and makes you sit down.

“take your shirt off, mama.” he says softly while kissing your lips.

you pull your shirt off, he takes it and throws it on the floor. he pushes you all the way down on your back using his hands to hover over you, chain dangling over your face.

he kissed all the way down your body and looks up for reassurance that he can go all the way.

“fuck- baby. yes.”

!!!

well that switched up very fast 😏😏

PART TWO IS FINISHEDDDD and im feeling veeeery motivated to finish these ;)))))

[rileyglas]

The List ~Pt. 2 - Catalyst~

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel) x Reader

Summary: You make your way to the Hazbin Hotel and quickly realize keeping to your list and helping the sinners might be more difficult than planned.

Themes: The usual angst, mystery (Alastor), sassiness, cursing, fluff, eventual smut (it's coming, pun intended), actual plot, slow burn, and of course 18+, keeping these chapters shorter for easier reading

1.3k Words

Part 1 Part 2 (You're on it!) Part 3 Part 4 Part 5  Part 6 Part 7 Part 7.A Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12

**sentences in italics are internal thoughts of the reader

"Please Carmilla, I really don't think you understand what this hotel could mean for--"

Carmilla raises her hand to cut you off. "I have too much going on - to PREPARE for - to entertain this 'redemption hotel'. If you wish to leave my safety so be it but I will not waste my time on such ludicrous ideas." Her words were sharp and concise. She was right. With extermination day coming sooner than expected she had plans to make and orders to fill. After some silence she looks up from her desk, softening when she sees the slight hurt in your eyes.

Taking a deep breath she walks over to you, grabbing your shoulders with a light squeeze. “You’ve learned so much and are so much wiser beyond your years here. I know how much this ‘redemption arc’ means to you even if I don’t fully support or understand it myself.” Her grip tightened as she sighed, carefully choosing her next words. “I need you to realize that I won’t be able to help you…to protect you…if you choose to go to that hotel. Are you ready to close our deal over the slightest possibility that little Morningstar girl is right?” Carmilla would never admit that she took a liking to you. If anyone asked, you were just there out of convenience as you never gave her much hassle. This gentle warning was her way of saying she cared about you - though neither of you would ever say such things out loud. Rule #3 Never bring anyone too close.

The lump in your throat grew as you fought off the tears trying to pool in your eyes. She knew the answer already. Just the idea of a hotel to redeem sinners went hand in hand with what you did for the souls you collected. Helping lost souls? Who knew you shared the same hopes and dreams as the Princess of Hell itself.

“I will always be grateful for what you’ve done for me Ms. Carmine. I believe our deal is done.” A bright light flashes between you and Carmilla. The thin pink thread tying the two of you together by the wrist fades in, snaps, then fades out of existence. “Good luck out there…you’re going to need it Ms. ‘Saving Grace’.” Carmilla jabs. You share a small smile with each other before she sees you out of her office.

Walking up to the hotel you were a bundle of nerves. Not out of worry ok maybe a little but pure excitement, mentally rehearsing what you were going to say. “Hey you know that Saving Grace Overlord everyone is curious about? Welp that’s me and I’m here to help!” Rule #2 Never tell a soul what (or how much) power you have. You laugh to yourself knowing damn well that isn’t the way to go. No, you’ll need to play the part of a sinner looking for redemption. But you are a sinner looking for redemption!

You shake your head at the thought. You’re here to help Lucifer’s daughter not seek your own salvation. Taking a deep breath, you make the last few strides to the font of the hotel. The window in the door was clean enough for you to catch sight of your reflection. The walk from Carmilla’s slightly disheveled your usual cleanly pressed outfit. You adjust your black button-down shirt, fixing the sleeves so they're nicely rolled to the elbow and the shirt tail is gently tucked into your slacks. Hair slicked back into a high bun - damn these fly aways, let me just ----

The front door flies open and you’re suddenly nose to nose – or rather nose to chest – with the Princess of Hell.

"Oh shit! Wasn’t expecting someone to be standing there! Hi hello -welcome!! Are you here to check in?!" she says quickly recovering from the surprise.

You spend the next few hours with Charlie on a tour. The hotel was run down but just listening to her speak so passionately made you see all the extraordinary potential. You meet the other residents - the bartender, the maid, some snake, and the...uh spider angel thing? Fuck names are hard. There was so much information flying at you, everything was blurring together. With this being your new home you were sure to get a better understanding of who's who and names. Nothing to worry yourself with tonight.

Charlie and her girlfriend - Valley? No, Maggie? - lead you to your room. "And here is your new hopefully temporary home! Let us know if you need anything." Charlie wraps you into a hug that knocks the breath out of you. "Thanks so much" is about all you can get out as you try to regain the air you lost. You place your hand on the doorknob when a high pitch ringing and static hit your ears. Freezing in place you try to pinpoint where the noise is coming from. Something (or someone) has materialized behind you with a familiar voice booming through the hall -

"Ahhh a new resident. Apologies I wasn't available for the initial introductions. The name’s Alastor, quite the pleasure!"

In turning abruptly to face the demon you not so gracefully fall against your door. Jesus H Christ – Get your shit together!

"No need to be so jumpy here my dear. This hotel is protected QUITE well if I do say so myself. You don't have to worry about any dangerous sinners here." There’s that unhinged smile. It registers that this is the same charming Overlord who tried to stare into your soul from the last meeting. Ironic how such ominous creature is trying to convince you of safety.

Does he recognize me? He has such a way of looking right into my --- “Ah yes...sorry! Bad habit from being in the streets for so long. Nice to meet you, Alastor. I'm [Y/N]. Are you also here for redemption?" You already knew the answer but best to play stupid. No use in stirring suspicion less than a day into your stay.

"Oh my no. I'm just here for my own amusement and to help Charlie as needed." He hummed shifting his (is that a microphone?) cane from one hand to the other. The static continued in your ears as his half-lidded eyes studied your face. You were far from intimidated, but it was clear he was hiding more power than you initially thought.

"Well, that's very kind of you and it has been such a delight, but it is getting late. I will see you around Mr. Alastor." The sooner this transaction is over, the better. His eyes were starting to bore into you as if he was trying to find any possible flaw he could prey on.

He breaks his gaze to lean into your ear, lips practically grazing your skin. His ever so subtle cologne floods your senses, making little butterflies form in your stomach. Of course such a devious man would be so enticing. Trying not to flinch, you hold your ground. You feared no one or so you told yourself. Rule #4 Never let your weaknesses show.

“Yes, you will be seeing quite a bit of me my dear. And please....just Alastor……for now." he purred into your ear before melting into a shadow - gone as quickly as he appeared. A cool breeze taking over where his hot breath was.

You finally released the air you didn’t realize you were holding in as the static faded from your ears. Quickly getting inside your room you melt to your knees as your head whirls. What the fuck was that about? Was I ATTRACTED to that? Six years in hell and a DEMON OVERLORD makes me weak? That cannot happen again.

Things may be a lot harder than expected with Alastor making his mark on the hotel, but you’re not going to let him stop you. Rule #1 Never trust another Overlord.

[jobean12-blog]

Only Want You

Pairing: Javier Peña x female reader

Word Count: 807

Summary: Even doing the most simple task Javi is too sexy for you to resist...

Author's Note: My lovely friend @lizette50 sent me a gif which I will show you below that literally got me thinking about how anything this man does is a turn on so here we are! Thank you all so much for reading! Much love always! ❤️❤️❤️Divider by @firefly-in-darkness thank you sweet Daisy! 💕

Warnings: mentions of a weapon but only because he's cleaning and checking it, Javi's hands and fingers, some teasing and tensions, he's always soft but the sexiest, a curse or two, fi-n-ger-ing.

Pedro Pascal Character Masterlist

The sound of the metal sliding along metal wakes you from your satiated sleep and you stretch your limbs across the soft sheets.

As your eyes adjust to the early morning light you see Javi sitting at the small desk near your bed, his upper body bent over the pieces of his gun as he slides an old rag over the metal. His jeans are back on, pulled tightly over his thigh muscles with the wide spread of his legs…legs that barely fit under the piece of furniture.

You don’t make a sound, staring while he begins to put the fragments back together. The short sleeves of his shirt leave his forearms exposed and you see every flex of muscle each time he moves his long fingers to grab and twist the parts.

His dark hair hangs loosely in front of his forehead and his pouty lips are pressed together in concentration.

Suddenly the feel of the sheets is too much against your heated and tingling skin and you push them from your shoulders with a quiet sigh.

Javi’s eyes lift and meet yours.

“Angel,” he says quietly. “Did I wake you?”

“Mm no Javi,” you purr. “I was just enjoying watching you.”

The corner of his mouth lifts into a boyish smirk and he winks.

“I’m almost done.”

“When do you have to leave?” you ask, shifting onto your back as more of the sheet falls from your body to reveal your bare skin.

His gaze lingers on your face for only a second before it travels slowly downward.

“Soon.”

The single word is more of a pained growl and you arch your back with another stretch. Your teeth dig into your bottom lip when his eyes find yours again, now darkened with intense heat.

He drags his eyes away and back to the task in front of him, his jaw now clenched tightly as he grinds his teeth.

You sit up, letting the sheet fall away from your body and then stand from the bed.

Javi’s looks at you from under his dark lashes, his gaze trained on the sway of your hips as you slowly walk toward him.

When you reach the desk you place your hand on his shoulder and swing around until your chest is pressed to his back and your face is nestled in the crook of his neck.

“Don’t stop on my account,” you whisper along his ear. “I told you I like watching you work.”

With a grunt he slides the barrel of the gun down with a hard click and then deftly finishes assembling the weapon.

You let out a small huff of displeasure and dance your fingers down his arms.

“Already done?” you pout.

Instead of answering you he reaches behind and pulls you around until you’re standing between his spread legs.

His hands move teasingly slowly as they trace your curves and find your waist. He pushes the rag and other materials out of the way and lifts you to sit atop the desk.

His thick fingers lift to your mouth, tracing its outline before he gently tugs on your pouting lower lip.

“All done,” he murmurs.

“That’s too bad,” you whisper. “I love when you use your hands.”

You grab his wrist and kiss the tip of each of his fingers. His eyes soften ever so slightly as he brushes his thumb across your cheek and cradles your face, lifting your lips to his.

At first his kiss is just a whisper of his lips, the lightest brush that leaves you desperate for more. With the gentle bump of his nose he dips his head and inhales along the line of your throat.

“Are you already soaked for me angel?”

You suck in a gasp of air. “Javi.”

He trails kisses upwards, stopping just below your ear before he nibbles the soft flesh between his teeth.

Your legs spread invitingly as his other hand moves lower and he captures your lips just as his fingers fall between your thighs.

“Fuck,” he hisses against your lips when his fingers are coated in your wetness.

Every touch is slow and torturous and you squirm on the desk, whining his name.

“You know Steve hates it when I’m late,” he groans as two of his fingers push inside you.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you chant and rock your hips onto his hand. “More Javi. Harder.”

His hand at your face slides lower until his fingers are wrapped around your throat with gentle pressure.

Your eyes fall to his and your parted lips curve into a devious smile.

He growls softy, tightening his grip on your neck.

“I’m going to have you. Over and over again angel. Until you’re screaming my name and the only thing you feel for the rest of the day is the ache between your legs.”  

@hiddles-rose @littleseasiren @kmc1989 @lorilane33 @lizette50

[fieldofsecretss]

Jus’ want snuggles-D.M

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x fem!reader (ditsy!hufflepuff!reader) and

Summary: y/n had a very long and tough day and couldn’t wait to feel the comfort of her boyfriend, but it didn’t go as planned.

A little angsty but mostly fluff + rude/mean/grumpy Draco and ditsy overly kind fem!reader

(This one sucks)

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Your shoes were hurting you, your skirt were riding up all the time making you pull it down every five minutes and your head were pounding. The finals were coming up and you felt like you couldn’t ever catch a break from studying and pre-exam anxiety.

You were currently sat in astrology class writing down some notes while your eyes flicked to the front of the class every now and then. Your hand was aching from all the constant writing, and even in this stressed state all you could think of was Draco. How you missed him, how he wind you down in an instant.

And before you knew it the class was dismissed, you packed up all your things and left.

thanks to your horrible shoe chafing you slightly limped through the halls on the way to draco's dorm.

When you reached his door you knocked three times playfully, when he didn’t answer you knocked again and again and again. It ended with you just walking right in, you could remember that Draco always told you that you didn’t have to knock, his dorm is your dorm too. So that’s what you did.

You opened the door slowly, it was cozy inside, the bed was neatly made like always, with blankets at the end of it. Candles were lit and created a yellow-ish light in the room.

“Hello?” You first called out, but no answer. You thought that maybe he wasn’t there yet.

You walked around his dorm a little just inspecting. quite a few books were open on his desk, some notes were also scattered there. you looked at them a bit, you admired his handwriting which was always as clean and nice, which is a little unusual for a guy to have. suddenly the door flew open, making you jump a little in surprise. in stomped a rather angry blonde. you turned to him and gave him a warm smile that soon faded when he started to speak.

“What are you doing in here?” He hissed

“Oh I was ju-“

“Y/n you can’t just welcome yourself inside whenever you feel like it” he cut you off

“But you always say that I can just walk right in” you said in a quiet voice “how was quidditch practice?” You asked to change the subject.

“Fucking Potter cheated as usual, knocked me off my broom” he grunted while he undressed.

“Oh are you okay? Did you get hurt?!” You asked walking closer while holding his arms lightly. But he just pushed you off and walked away.

“I’m fine. M�� gonna take a shower” he said while disappearing into the bathroom. You just stood there in shock, why is he so irritated at you? Without thinking of it any further you followed him to the bathroom, you watched him check the temperature of the water with his hand.

“If you don’t mind I’d like to shower without a audience” he said through a exhausted sigh without even looking at you.

“Oh my bad” you said while backing away slowly, but for some reason you stopped before you reached the door

“Draco?” You called out while nervously playing with your hair.

“What?”

“I just wondered if we could continue reading the book we started on last night-when you’re done showering of course” you asked in hopes of a positive answer and a cozy cuddle session in bed. But he didn’t even answer you.

“I-I mean I’ve had a pretty rough day today actu-“ a scoff interrupted you this time.

“Yeah you’re not the only one here who’s had a bad day y/n”

“Yeah you’re right” you said while leaving. You walked over to where you’d dropped your bag and started your search for a bandaid to put on your chafing wound. But instead you found a little box of cookies that you’d made for Draco in little heart shapes with frosting letters saying

‘love you’ on them. You smiled to yourself when you heard the bathroom door open again and Draco walked out. You stood up and turned to him.

“What’s that?” He asked pointing towards the little cookie box in your hands.

“It’s cookies, I made them last night for you. I know that it’s a difficult time for everybody right now due to the OWLS and stuff, so I thought I’d surprise you with these” you said handing them to him.

He looked at the box and suddenly a pang of guilt flooded over him. His eyes landed on you, you were pale, dark circles under your eyes meant one thing; lack of sleep. He knew you struggled a lot with anxiety and it must be raging for you right now. And still you thought of him. But suddenly you turned to walk out of the door

“Where are you going?” He asked quickly.

“I don’t want to bother you, you’re right I’m not the only one that’s had a bad day today. Besides I have a bad headache and also I need to find a bandaid” you said and takes off your shoe halfway to show your bleeding heel. your gray sock had a dark crimson stain on it. “So I’m going to my dorm”

Draco put the box down onto his bed and took long strides over to you and pulled you in for a long tight hug. The force of it made you gasp. But you returned the hug quickly.

“I’m so so so sorry y/n..I was being an asshole to you” he started apologizing into your neck.

“Don’t worry, it’s okay”

“No! It’s really not okay for me or anyone to treat you like this. Ever. D’you understand?” He pulled away to look at you. You nodded your head.

“All you did was benig an angel as usual, you are so unbelievably selfless and i love you for that, but you need to think about yourself. and I treated you like dirt. like you were just in the way when all you did was be loving and caring” he continued scolding himself.

“Now what were you saying when I interrupted you a minute ago?”

“It’s not important..but I said that I’ve had a really rough day, and that I wondered if we could read together in bed..” you said with big doe eyes and a little pout on your lips. He nodded and kissed your temple before taking your smaller hands in his leading you towards his bed, he sat you down and took off your shoes for you. He was really careful when he came to your hurt foot. He slowly peeled the sock off of your foot. He inspected the wound and frowned. He opened his drawer and took out a bad-aid to put over the wound. Then he planted a soft kiss on top of it.

He then tucked you into bed before laying down next to you. He opened your book and you laid your head on his chest. After reading two chapters you were yawning like a baby kitten. He closed the book and stroked your y/h/c hair soothingly.

“Is there anyway I can make everything up to you?” He asked in a hushed voice.

“Jus’ want snuggles, dray..” your eyes were already closed, your lashes kissing your lower lash line. Heavy and calm breaths was the only sound coming from you.

“I’ll give you all the snuggles you want, love” he said kissing your head “I love you baby”

“Hmm..love you too..” you said back, and not long after you’re both sound asleep in each other’s arms.

He knew that he didn’t deserve you and your unconditional love. But he was so happy and thankful for you. And yeah, sometimes he could be a dick, but not intentionally and one thing was for sure, he’d always make up for his mistakes.

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Like I said, this one sucks but I just needed to post SOMETHING on my little blog <3 love you 😘

[buckysgrace]

Awkward Encounters

Single dad!Billy Hargrove x fem!reader

Closer to My Heart Masterlist

CW: Fem receiving oral sex, light spitting, the word daddy is mentioned

Theo has a mishap with gum. Your night with Billy takes a bad turn.

Gum was not allowed in your classroom. Under no circumstances. It ended up everywhere. On the desks, in the toy bin, on the rugs and on backpacks. And in hair. And oh boy, was this a rather large wad of gum in his hair.

You had tried everything; gum, toothpaste, vinegar and ice cubes. Nothing was working. Poor Theo’s blonde locks remained stuck to the top of his head, making you wince every time you brushed through it.

“You done yet?” The toddler squeaked from in front of you, trying to glance back at you before you gently tilted his head in the right direction once again. He huffed, clearly bored from how long he’d been forced to sit in front of you. 

“No,” You sighed as you rubbed your wrist against your nose, careful not to touch your sticky fingers, “Theo, how did this happen?” You asked seriously, sighing as you tried to massage the gum out of his blonde strands. 

“I chew it,” He nodded his head as you continued to gently brush at the wad of gum, “And then I blew a bubble and this happen!” He replied dramatically as he popped his hands up towards his head. You frowned as you dropped your heads in defeat. 

“Uh huh,” You sighed, “Okay. I’m going to have to call your dad.” You told him softly, finally confirming that you wouldn’t be able to get it out of his hair. You breathed out deeply, worried about what Billy would say. 

“Am I in twouble?” He asked you worriedly, blue eyes wide with concern. You shook your head, sighing softly. You were pretty sure you would be the one in trouble. Billy had such beautiful hair, clearly well taken care of. You were fairly certain he cared about Theo’s hair in the same way. You feared this would be a breaking point.

“No,” You told him gently, “I just can’t fix your hair.” You responded, wincing as you took one last look at the stuck lump.

“Uh oh,” He whined, his bottom lip trembling, “I bald?” He asked you worriedly, almost making you laugh at his concern.

“You’re not bald,” You responded softly, unsure if he would be by the time it came out, “Why don’t you go back to your desk and leave this part of your hair alone, alright?”

You scrubbed your hands clean, trying to give yourself a little pep talk in the mirror before you moved on to the dreaded phone call. You had no idea how you were going to explain this to Billy. You just feared he wouldn’t be mad.

You held the phone between your cheek and shoulder, staring down at the number on the paper before you finally got your fingers to work. You winced, shutting your eyes tightly as you chanted for Billy to not be there. For no one to answer. Please. No one pick up. 

“Speak to me.” You wanted to punch the air as someone answered on the last ring, sounding a little out of breath. Or perhaps exhausted. But there was no mistaking his raspy tone. It left you warm and prickly on the inside. 

“Hi, Mr. Hargrove. This is -,” 

“So formal,” He teased, his tone smug as he interrupted you, “Calling me while you’re at work is risky. What are you wearing?” He teased you as you looked around, ensuring that no one had heard him.

“I’m still teaching,” You squeaked out as you stared down at your cow print skirt, “And I’m calling because Theo got gum stuck in his hair.” You shut your eyes tightly, waiting for the blow.

“Did you try peanut butter?” He asked casually, not sounding nearly as upset as you thought he would.

“And everything else,” You sighed, “I’m so sorry. I don’t even know how he got it.” You told him quickly, nearly promising that you hadn’t had this happen since your first year of teaching. You thought you had learned your lesson then. 

“Yeah, I wouldn’t know either,” He laughed softly, like he knew more than he was letting on, “He’s a kid, it happens. You can cut it.” He suggested, leaving you speechless.

“Me?” You asked in disbelief, “I only have safety scissors.” 

“You don’t own any adult scissors?”

“Well, I’m sure someone does,” You gulped softly, “But I don’t in my classroom. It causes too many issues.” You explained slowly, knowing that anytime you pulled out a pair of regular sized scissors every single one of your students wanted to use it. It was too much of a hassle. 

“I’ll be there soon.” Came his response, quick and to the point. You blinked, about to answer before you were cut off by the line ending. Shoot.

You felt dread sinking into your bones as you waited and waited. Surely Billy wouldn’t actually leave work to come over some gum in Theo’s hair? 

Snack time was always a bit chaotic. You divided your time between punching straws in juice boxes, opening bottles, peeling fruits and opening different plastic containers. Theo always opened his own snacks on his own. And it was always the same. Half a bologna sandwich with ketchup. 

“Hey,” Billy interrupted everyone, a pained look on his features as all of your little students turned their heads in his direction, “I’m here for Theo.”

“Daddy!” He yelled happily, scooping his sandwich up in one hand before he rushed to grab his backpack. Billy followed, giving him a small shake of his head. 

“I’ll have him back in an hour or so,” He told you as he hung Theo’s backpack up, keeping it behind, “We’re just getting your hair fixed, bubba.”

“Shi-,” Theo paused, the word hanging on the tip of his tongue as you felt your eyes widen, “Shoot.” He corrected a second later, making you sigh in relief. 

“I’m really sorry,” You apologized, feeling awful as you approached them, “They’re not supposed to have gum. I don’t know how it snuck past me.” 

“I got it from-!” Theo stalled by Billy covering his mouth, smiling stiffly in your direction.

“No tattle telling,” He teased Theo softly, making your eyes squint playfully at him, “We’ll see you soon.”

It was a little over an hour before they returned, right in the middle of lunch time as you worked on your salad and listened to Peggy’s story about her dad and moms recent fight. You always got good gossip from them, however you couldn’t always be sure what was true or not. 

Theo strolled in, his happy meal in hand with a pair of sunglasses on. He strutted towards his desk, giving his head a little tilt to show off his fresh hairdo; a mullet. He perfectly resembled a little Billy now, mirroring him exactly.

“Sowwy,” Theo replied as he plopped his Happy Meal down on his desk, “You see my hair?” He asked happily, touching his palms against the little curls as he showed it off to everyone. 

“Wow,” Betty giggled as she covered her mouth, looking at her little friends with wide eyes, “I wike it.” She grinned as she leaned forward to touch it, making him smile a little brighter. 

“You look very handsome, Theo,” You agreed with a smile, pressing your lips together as you glanced towards Billy, “Just like your daddy.” You added softly, stomach flipping repeatedly as you met his eye. 

“Oooh, teachew,” Caleb snickered from his desk, “You wike him.” He pounded his fists against his desk, giggling hard as you snapped your gaze in his direction. You knew where this was going. Once this got started, it never ended. 

“I do not.” You said quickly, huffing to yourself as you shook your head. Your fingers twitched from the flushed sensation that spread over you, nervous as you refused to look in Billy's direction. 

“Teachew and-,” He paused as he tilted his head, “Mistew, what youw name?” He asked directly, making your eyes widen. You did not want your students to start singing the kissing song about you and Billy. 

“You don’t have to answer that,” You pleaded with him quickly, “Don’t answer it.” You held your finger up, not caring how immature you sounded right now. You still had a reputation to try and uphold. 

“That’s my daddy,” Theo said proudly as he dunked his nuggets into his ketchup, “Teachew come over fow pizza!” He added excitedly, hitting the nail on the coffin as you lost control of all of your little students. 

“Ooh!”

“Not like that.” You started again quickly, looking to Billy for support as you tried to think of a good answer. He just shrugged his shoulders, looking a little proud. 

“They’re like four,” He chuckled softly, “See you later, bud. No more gum or it’ll rot your teeth out.” He said before he delivered a little kiss to the top of Theo’s head. His blue eyes widened, jaw slacking in disbelief as he turned towards your direction. 

“Teachew?”

“Well-,” You sighed deeply, heart hammering as Billy glanced back at you one last time before leaving, “Ten minutes before lunch is over.” You said meekly instead, wondering how you’d gotten in such a position. 

You weren’t sure how Billy had managed to find a babysitter so quickly, but he had. You weren’t really concerned with eating dinner, but did so to prove a point. It was nice. You learnt a bit more about him, although it was apparent that he was very reserved. Many walls were placed up, hiding him away from you.

Your apartment felt too small when you dragged him back inside, your heart hammering harshly as you thought about the last time you’d been here. You shook away your guilt, reminding yourself that this had to technically be a date. And not your first either. It was fine to have fun with him. At least that’s what you kept telling yourself. 

His hands fell to your hips, squeezing you tightly as his tongue dragged over yours. You moaned at the sensation, your body pressing further against his as his fingertips dug into your flesh. Your heart hammered roughly, your nerves jolting with electricity. 

“God,” He groaned as he pulled away, his bottom lip dragging against yours slowly as he inhaled deeply. His nose brushed against yours, his warm breath coating your face as he slipped his fingers across your damp panties, “Already wet? Slut.”

“Shut up.”

“Didn’t think you were this desperate for me,” He teased as he stripped you down, blue eyes twinkling as he ran his palms over your thighs. He squeezed your thighs roughly, smirking as he leaned forward to kiss at the front of your panties, “You gonna be a good girl and take my cock?” 

“Uh huh,” You muttered, completely in awe with the way he lazily dragged your panties down your legs. He leaned forward, his lips dragging across your inner thighs as your clit ached in pleasure, “Please, Billy. Wanna feel your tongue so badly.”

He smirked up towards you, his expression cocky as he slowly dragged two of his fingers through your wet folds. He licked at your inner thigh, holding eye contact with you before he dragged his teeth against your skin.

You yelped, jolting forward before he pushed you back down. You gaped, pulse racing as he used his two fingers to spread your folds apart. You gasped, body burning as he spit onto your cunt. He mumbled something under his breath, making your veins ache in pleasure as he began to rub his saliva against your pussy. 

Moans fell free from your lips as you gripped your sheets, your hips slowly rocking forward to meet his movements. You shut your eyes in bliss as he continued to rub your swollen numb between his fingertips. 

“You’ve got such a pretty pussy,” He praised as he leaned down to give your clit a little kiss, making you jolt in pleasure as he grunted softly, “Tastes sweet too.” He hummed as his large hand fell to your thigh, pushing you apart as he delivered another swift kiss to your folds.

You exhaled deeply, your lungs burning as he slid his tongue across your pussy. You moaned at the way your hole contracted around nothing, leaking as he began to trace the tip of his tongue across your clit. 

He wrapped his pretty lips around your clit then, sucking softly and melting your bones in the process. You felt weak as you slowly rocked your hips forward, enjoying how he played with your clit. The pleasure burned inside of you, leaving you craving for more of him. 

“Billy,” You moaned as your fingers lightly fell to his hair, twisting through his strands as your hips began to rock against his mouth, “Oh God.” You breathed out, nipples hardening in the exposed air as he continued his motions. You felt like you were floating and drowning at the same time.

He lapped at your cunt, licking away your slick and wetness while groaning to himself. The vibrations of his sounds left you weak, your thighs shaking as he dug his fingers deeper into your flesh. You craved the sensation, liked feeling like he was desperate for you. 

The feeling of his tongue rapidly lapping against your clit left you squealing, blubbering as you gripped the sheets and rocked your cunt up against his face. He held onto you tightly, burying himself in deeper as the muscles in your stomach twisted tightly.

You felt the rough waves of pleasure crashing over you, leaving you breathless as you reached for the head of the bed. You came with a loud cry, overstimulated with the rough way his tongue was lapping at your clit the whole time. It all felt too good. 

You felt weak as he slowly spit onto your pussy before he then licked away your mixture. You moaned deeply, your throat tickling from the rough sounds as he slowly pulled himself away. His lips were slick and red, eyes hazy but arrogant. He knew what he was doing. The bastard.

You gripped his strong muscles, pulling him over your body before you crashed your lips against his. You moaned as you tasted yourself, savoring the feeling of his tongue sliding against yours as he removed his remaining clothes. 

He pressed your legs apart, spreading you wide for him as he slid his knees against your skin. You gaped, sitting up a bit to get a better look at the way he lazily dragged his fist over his hard cock. Butterflies spread through your body, leaving you needy as you wiggled your way closer to him.

“Please.” You moaned as you reached down to squeeze his cock, looking at the way his precum slid from his red tip. You gaped, hungrily watching as he tore open the wrapped condom with his teeth. 

“What do you want?” He teased as he slid the condom over the head of his cock, nearly making you drool at the way his thick girth filled it out. You moved your hands to your sides, trying to keep yourself from playing with your clit. 

“I want you to fuck me,” You begged, gaping as he slid his hard cock around your slick cunt, “Please daddy.” The name slipped free awkwardly as you stumbled over your tongue, your eyebrows furrowing together as you were unsure of yourself. You weren’t sure where that came from, but it certainly bursted free roughly. 

“Uh,” He froze for a moment, blinking quickly, “What?” He settled back on his knees, blue eyes filling with surprise as he stared down at you. You winced as the mistake washed over you. 

“Um,” You gulped harshly, quickly realizing that you had misspoke as the embarrassment set in, “Sorry. Too far.” You apologized awkwardly, your insides burning from humiliation. So much for trying your hand at dirty talk. Maybe calling him a slut would’ve been better. 

“No, no,” He shook his head, watching the way you wiggled yourself free from underneath him, “I just-, I’m a dad you know.” He gestured towards himself, making you look away quickly. You felt your defensive walls coming up, not meaning to make it so weird. 

“I didn’t mean it like that.” You protested as you sat up, pressing your knees up to your chest as you tried to think of a quick escape. 

“It’s fine,” He shrugged his shoulders, “Just freaked me out a bit.” His smile was soft, but your ego was far too bruised at the moment. You were shutting down. You needed to be alone and try and figure out why your tongue had betrayed you in such a way. 

“Maybe you should go then,” You gulped as you pulled your blanket over yourself, feeling a rush of shame, “I have to work tomorrow anyways.” You said awkwardly, refusing to look at him and instead staring at the schedule on your wall. Almost as if to prove that you weren’t lying. 

“It’s not-,” He sighed as he watched you, but you kept your eyes peeled towards the floor, “Alright.” He replied gruffly as his movements shifted you back and forth on the bed. You continued to stare, almost afraid to look at him. 

You held your blanket tightly over your chest, breathing in harshly as you listened to the sound of his footsteps on your floorboards and then the eventual sound of the door shutting as he left. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. 

You had totally and definitely just ruined things between the two of you.

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Now you're sayin' that you wish you would've cleaned up But you know I don't care about that

For Lee Dutton

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Companion piece to

Wild Bloom

A Boy from Bozeman

The Worry Doll

Lee can’t believe you’re here, sitting in his kitchen, sipping coffee out of a chipped mug as you pour through the journal of wildflowers he’s been collating over the past couple of years.

“Sorry I wish I would have cleaned up.” He says as he shifts some of the sketches he’s been working on to the other side of the table. You must sense his agitation because you reach out, your hand coming to rest upon his stilling his motion.

“Lee it’s ok.” You say softly, squeezing his hand lightly. “You should see my desk, it’s far worse.”

He actually does want to see your desk. He wonders if it’s still the same coordinated chaos that he remembers from your daddy’s house. Jumbles of paperwork and post its organised into piles that only you knew the meaning of.

He looks down at your hand and something inside him starts to settle. Your thumb chases over the hollow of his wrist and that gesture is so familiar that it sends a shiver of anticipation ricocheting through his body.

“You’ve done excellent work here.” You tell him as you pull away, your finger instead tracing over the pencilwork of his drawings. “There’s a lot of good data.”

His cheeks colour at your compliment. He doesn’t hear a lot of good things about himself, especially the things that he’s passionate about. He keeps his hobbies hidden away from the rest of the world because he doesn’t want anyone to see those parts of him, they’re for him and him only.

“We’ll still have to collect soil samples.” You tell him as you close the journal and pass it back to him. “Take some pictures. Do you have time to take me up there?”

“It’s my day off.” He tells you as he tucks the notebook back into his jacket, the one that’s hanging over the back of the chair. “Do you ride still?”

You pull a face, shaking your head in response to his question.

“Not since the last time I was here.” You tell him, propping your chin up on your hand. “We usually hike it in California.”

He wants to ask about that, if your stay here is temporary or if you’re back for good but he keeps his mouth shut because honestly he’s too afraid of the answer.

“I can take you on Dolce?” He says, tugging on his jacket. “She’s as sweet as anything and it’s a nice, gentle ride.”

“It’ll be like old times.” You say, giving him that knowing smile as you raise to your feet. “The two of us on a horse, heading back to the place where it all started.”

That field had been your spot before once upon a time. The two of you used to head up there to study because it was away from his siblings and everything else. There were a lot of firsts, first kiss, first time, first heartbreak. Your entire history is sowed within that field of wild flowers.

“I’ll saddle up Dolce.” He says as he picks up his hat from alongside the door. “Then we can head right up there.”

***

Lee realises the trouble he’s in the moment he gets you settled on the horse in front of him. You still fit just as perfectly against him as you did all those years ago. Your back is pressed against his chest, his thighs bracketing yours as your ass fits snugly against his groin. His arms encircle your waist, hands gripping the reins as he prays to god that his errant body behaves itself.

It’s about a mile into the ride that you settle back into him, the scent of honey and orange blossoms flood his senses and he finds himself nuzzling the side of your throat as he whispers in your ear.

“Oh baby, you were lying to me about not riding back in California weren’t you?”

“You can take the girl out of Montana.” You respond, tipping your head back into his shoulder as his lips ghost over your pulse point. “But she has to come back sometime.”

He smiles then against your skin, his heart lifting because this thing between the two of you it’s never really died. You stay like that until you reach the field, he feels your sharp intake of breath through your ribcage as you survey the land before you.

“Christ it’s beautiful.” You say as Lee climbs off of Dolce. His hands come to rest on your waist as he lifts you down gently and you find yourself looking into his tortured gaze before he takes your hand and leads you into the pasture.

“I did this, I started the wild fire.” He tells you as he gestures at the field of wild flowers. “I was up here thinking about you, smoking a joint, I got a little high, tossed the butt into the grass…”

That entire night is a haze to him after that, he remembers it in fragments. Him trying to put out the fire with the canteen he carried, the realisation it was already out of control. By the time he made it back to civilisation it was consuming everything in it’s path.

“It burned for two days.” He tells you, shaking his head. “And it destroyed fucking everything.”

“Not everything.” You say, your fingertips caressing the velvetlike petals of a fire poppy. “Something beautiful blossomed out of all it.”

“That’s what I want for us.” He tells you, his voice rough as his thumb chases over the curve of your hand. “Something wonderful to bloom out of all the damage I caused. Do you think that we could have that again?”

“Well.” You say, tilting your head up to meet his gaze. “I wasn’t planning on going back to California anytime soon.”

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[nyctophiliq]

I need some more Jill Valentine smut in my life.

jill valentine playing with you and her knife !

since i’m barely able to push out some real length smut, here’s a little smutty knife play drabble with jill to sedate those demons inside- hope this is up to your standards nonnie !!!

cw; knife play, knife, mentions of blood, scarring, semi-public sex, cunnilingus, fingering, office sex, sex on a desk, the knife is just a letter opener

stuck at the office, never the best way to spend a friday night but you still weren’t about to ditch work while your girlfriend was tied up in her office, probably forgetting how time has passed since your lunch together. so you scramble to put your things together and head down to jill’s office, planning your speech to get her to resume her work next week.

you open in, listening to the papers rustle on her desk as she flips through the files she’s working on. throwing your bag next to the chair in front of her desk, then taking a seat in said chair you start rambling about how you’re glad to be out of the office finally, going home, and thinking about picking some food up on your way home.

“don’t be foolish, come sit here.” jill pushed the files in front of her on the side, tapping the little space she made on her desk for you to sit down. you compiled, stepping behind your lover’s desk and settling down in front of her.

“you’ve been working all day and night, you should come home and rest.” you couldn’t look into her eyes as you told her your simple request of just wanting the two of you alone, afraid to see her eyes slowly narrow as she was about to tell you that she immense work to get done still. you missed her warmth next to you in bed and waking up to her sipping her morning tea at the end of the bed while zoning out.

the only answer you got was a calm chuckle and something cold pressing on the side of your thigh. you suspected it was her pen that she was scribbling away previously, but you quickly realized that the tip of this object was way too thin to be her pen.

jill smirked at your facial expression, getting up from her seat with her free hand and pushing your legs apart so she could stand between them. she pressed her front against yours, the object in her hand climbing up on the thin sleeve of your shirt over your arm.

the letter opener knife appeared in front of you, jill pressing it against her lips as she let out a devilish laugh. “you came here only to seduce me out of work behind those sweet words, hm? disturbing my work just for that, are you?”

your brain was drained from the ability to make sense, her voice, her eyes, the way that her lips moved against the knife all twisting your thoughts. “i- i don’t…” the tip of the blade touching your chin, pushing and forcing you to look at the officer and her darkened eyes.

she grinned, running the cold blade along your fabric-covered throat until it reached the fabric on your chest. “fascinating.” jill put the blade under the buttons of your uniform shirt, cutting them off one by one and pulling the layers apart.

jill placed the side of the metal piece on top of your breast, after pushing your long-sleeved shirt up your chest, sliding it carefully back and forth before dragging the tip to space in between your tits. the letter opener’s tip slowly dug into your skin, the blade quickly following it and drawing the tiniest amount of blood.

it was embarrassing how much it worked you up, only the sight of jill with the knife and her using it on you was just making you wet by the second. and she seemed to sense you were just as excited as she was when she popped the button off your pants, hooking the tip of the knife into the zipper and forcing it down.

“don’t make any sound, m’okay?” 

you flinched at the gentle brush of her fingertips against your clit. “you’re making such a mess. how about we clean you up hm?” she cooed into your ear, the cold blade gliding on your skin upwards with a quick motion, the tip pushing the collar of your shirt from your throat and the edge sitting against the thin flesh of your throat.

your legs and sex twitched as she pushed two of her fingers inside you, the knife at your throat piercing your skin and another thin, long cut decorating your body. the pain coming from the shallow cut stung badly, but it only added to your pleasure.

in a matter of a few minutes, with her lips moving against yours, hungrily kissing you as her fingers torturously slowly move inside you. it’s making you crazy in so many ways, especially when her fingers slip out of you completely and end up hooking into the hem of your pants, struggling to pull them down while keeping the knife against your throat. so she discards the knife, but only for a few moments to rid you of your uniform’s bottoms and get on her knees, her head between your thighs.

“stay very still, we wouldn’t want you to get hurt sweetheart.” she murmurs against the top of your thighs before picking the knife back up and firmly pressing it against your thigh. you nod your head, fingers gripping the edge of the desk as jill’s tongue dives between your sticky lips and laps up all your excitement.

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Ch 43: Settling

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Hunter’s quick knock on Lyra’s door was answered more slowly than usual, and he shifted his weight on the front porch as he ruminated on whether or not he had waited long enough to come. It had been the crack of dawn when he woke from a deep sleep, feeling as bright and springy as he could remember. The hours until his arrival at her home had felt agonizing, but he’d forced himself to wait an appropriate amount of time, knowing that she wasn’t a morning person. 

“Good morning,” she murmured, a bit fuzzy still. 

“Hi.” 

“I have a bone to pick with you.” Her voice was low and calm, but the mischievous glint in her eye gave him pause. She tilted her head, beckoning him to follow, and they walked to the back of the cottage where the morning light streamed through the windows. Hunter noticed that the plant with the little heart-shaped buds was still where he’d left it the night before – unwrapped in the center of her table – only it appeared that some of the blossoms had opened.

“What the kriff…” he muttered, shocked and appalled for a full ten seconds before the look on Lyra’s face began to melt it into humor. “She did not tell me they would do that… I mean, she said they’d bloom… but…”

“I do have some questions,” Lyra giggled, handing him a steaming cup of caf before sitting beside him with her own. 

“I mean… So do I…”

Both of their eyes rested on the plant, where the few largest buds had burst apart, revealing a rather interesting shape dangling out of each one. The bottom of each “heart” had split, curling up to either side, and a decidedly phallic structure poked out the bottom. He now saw that even the flowers that hadn’t yet opened were somewhat… curved… at the bottoms, with a slit up the middle that looked an awful lot like…

“Did you have a certain sentiment in mind when you chose this?” she asked, keeping her face and voice carefully neutral, but he could feel her bursting at the seams. 

“The florist said they’d be a hit…” he said slowly, a grin spreading across his face with each word. How had he not noticed… “I said I wanted something that was beautiful in its simplicity… And she said…” The realization dawned on him, and he buried his forehead in a hand. “She said they bring a smile every time.”

“I can imagine,” Lyra agreed, pressing her lips together in the last remaining shred of solemnity. “And did she share the name of this particular plant? I believe its scientific name might be something along the lines of Penillis Vaginia?”

Hunter coughed behind his hand, dropping it immediately to stare at her in delighted disbelief. “Listen to you!”

“Sorry! I know!” she burst out, clapping her own hand over her mouth. “It’s just… look at those things!” He dissolved into laughter as well, simultaneously embarrassed and elated. It was comforting for the humor to be shared, and he felt closer to her than ever. 

“Yeah… You should probably… I don’t know...” He quieted into a few lingering chuckles, eyes brightening with an impish idea. “Put it on your desk at work.”

“Oh my gosh!” she squealed, smacking his arm before leaning into his shoulder. “Can you imagine?!”

“No one would get any work done.” He sighed, resting his cheek on her hair for a moment.

“So… business as usual…” she snickered. 

He grinned, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. 

* * * 

The door to the butcher shop swung open so quickly that the little bell hanging from it was flung in a complete loop, but Hunter was deep in a kod’yok carcass and scrambled to clean himself off as best he could, cursing under his breath that he’d forgotten to lock the door. He wiped from his wrists to where his shirt was rolled up on his biceps before grabbing a fresh rag and finishing his hands as best he could. Carefully hanging his apron over the drip tray, he ventured toward the front to see who this enthusiastic guest was. 

“Hunter!” Lyra exclaimed, breathless and red-cheeked. “Did you hear about Hanker?” 

His lip curled in disgust at the name, but aside from that, he kept his expression neutral. “What about him?”

“He’s gone… It’s wild… Apparently he somehow crossed some crime family called the Doran Syndicate? That’s not it… I don’t know, I’m not up to date on the criminal underworld…”

“The Durands?”

“Yeah! That’s it! Of course you’d know,” she laughed, unfazed. “But yeah, so whatever he did, they weren’t happy, and I don’t know the details but it was very clear that he wouldn’t be coming back anytime soon… or ever.” 

“Huh.”

“Isn’t that exciting? The island is officially perv-free!” she giggled. “I mean, bummer for whatever happened to him, but it looks like he deserved it, so… I know that’s not kind to say… but… damn, I’m just so relieved.”

“I’m glad,” he murmured, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips. 

“Did you have anything to do with it?” Lyra asked quietly, tilting her head and studying him closely.

“It’s just nice he’s gone.”

They stared at one another.

“Alright,” she said finally, a tiny twinkle in her eyes as she sidled a little closer. “Well, whatever happened, it was quite fortuitous.” She leaned in, reaching to kiss him, but he pulled away and held his arms out to the sides. 

“I’m… a little dirty…” he admitted in response to her questioning glance. 

“I guess I’ll have to get used to it,” Lyra grinned, a slightly sultry expression on her face that stirred butterflies in his stomach. 

* * * 

Lyra clattered around in the kitchen, crafting another one of her culinary masterpieces as Hunter reclined in the cushy armchair after his repeated offers to help had been rejected in favor of him entertaining her with stories of his past. It felt so good for him to open up to her fully, to not have to hide any part of who he was. Some memories still felt tender, and she respected his boundaries, trusting that he would share when ready if he deemed it worth sharing. Other adventures left her mouth hanging open in disbelief, stunned both by his elite soldier heroics as well as his complete nonchalance about seemingly impossible missions. A continual concern was rising in her mind – awareness of the vast differences between them. She mulled it over, torn between his insistence that he was happy to put it all behind them and a suspicion that someone who had lived that kind of life would eventually find her to be mundane and boring. She moved to wash the knife she’d been using, her thoughts miles away as she stared at the water running over the blade. 

“Agh! Damn!” she exclaimed suddenly, jerking her hand back and interrupting some account of hordes of batlike creatures swarming them and their treacherous lizard boss. Hunter was at her side immediately, his hawklike gaze searching the sink.

“Cut yourself?” he asked, brows furrowing at the lack of blood or anything at all out of the ordinary.

“No,” Lyra admitted sheepishly, shaking one hand off to the side. “I got water up my sleeve…. And I hate that.” He chuckled as she stuffed a towel into the fabric, doing her best to dry it from the offending droplets. 

“The whole evening is ruined now, I suppose?” he teased, toying with her waist with a boldness that had been growing so quickly that it surprised him. He leaned against her back, nuzzling his lips against her neck as she inhaled sharply, rooted to the spot. “Maybe we’ll have to find something else to do.”

“Um,” she faltered, swallowing hard and failing to suppress a tiny shiver as his breath tickled her ear. “I suppose I could put a timer on the oven while it…” She lost her words as he pressed a kiss to her pulse, eyes closing and head resting back against him. He could feel her heart rate increasing, a tumult of emotions between the two, and it was disproportionately satisfying to him. It was familiar now for him to recognize his desire for the peaceful life that she offered, and yet there was a new kind of desire beginning to occupy more of his thoughts. 

“It’s okay if you’d rather cook,” he murmured, smiling against her skin as she shook her head slowly. She squirmed around in his arms to face him, sliding her palms up his chest and seeming to appreciate every inch. There was a flicker of something in her eyes that he hadn’t seen before, and it sent electricity through his limbs as she spoke. 

“No,” she began tentatively. “I think you may be onto something.” Now it was he who was surprised and delighted as she nudged her nose against his, pausing for a second that seemed to last an eternity before kissing him softly. He didn’t understand how it felt awakening and calming at the same time, but it didn’t matter. His mouth moved slowly against hers, lips sliding against one another, coaxing, enticing… When one of her hands slipped up the back of his neck to bury her fingers in his hair, he deepened the kiss, pulling her closer with the tiniest sigh of contentment. 

She pulled away for a breath, adorably flustered as she rested her hand on his shoulder, the other still on his chest as she nestled in his embrace, feeling his racing heartbeat matching her own. They snuggled together, silent and satisfied… for a moment. 

“Again?” Hunter asked, and Lyra giggled, cupping his face with both hands. He basked in her loving gaze before she kissed him again, flattening herself against his front. His arms remained snug around her, then began to move, palms intently stroking up the middle of her back and roving across her hips. Her body seemed to be waking up more and more, breath quickening as she subtly squirmed against him, her burgeoning passion coaxing out his own hunger. The sigh that fell from her lips stirred him further. His strokes grew heavier. The small of her back. The outside of her arm. The back of her neck. When he slid a hand up the outside of her leg, from thigh to waist, she gasped, separating a few inches. 

“Sorry–” he began, but she shook her head, eyes darkening further as she squeezed his bicep and bit her lip with an incendiary gaze. His body blazed with tingles, and she stepped back, taking his hand and leading him to the couch, where she pushed him down with surprising boldness. When she straddled his legs, settling herself into his lap and burying both fingers in his hair, his head was spinning as quickly as his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths. 

It was a late dinner that evening.

* * * 

The sun was low in the sky, warm golden light bathing the horizon and reflecting off of the silver-capped waves of the distant sea. Hunter was tucked comfortably into a hammock with Lyra pressed against his side. They’d crammed themselves into the swing, clearly made for one person, and were gently rocking back and forth as the soothing movement lulled them into bliss. Her hand rested on his knee while his fingers traced idle circles on the outside of her arm. It was a balmy evening, leading her to forego the usual sweater in favor of a sleeveless dress, and he relished the softness of her bare skin beneath the rough pads of his fingertips.

“Hunter?” Lyra said softly, rousing him from the stupor he’d been in as he listened to the faraway waves crashing on the shore. 

“Mmm?” Complete contentment.

“Would you… want to stay here?” Halting inquisition. 

“That’s the plan.” Rumbled reassurance.

“No,” she exhaled softly, a fond smile ghosting her face. “Like, here. From now on. I mean, only if Omega would want the cabin to herself, or maybe with Wrecker, or Breslin… I don’t really know… I just… I want you in everything, and just, like, everything with you, and… oof.”

He tilted his head to look at her, taking in her characteristic fluster that had been softened over time by the safety and comfort they had built together. The full realization of her offer reached him like wisps of a cool breeze on a quiet day. 

“In your hammock?” he asked, fighting and failing to keep his face carefully neutral. But she caught the slight shift of tone in his voice and the faintest flicker of a smirk on his face, rolling her head around and nudging him in the side with her elbow. She had equal difficulty repressing her own mirth.

“Yes,” she attempted, slightly too loud and clumsy. “I want you to live in my hammock. I’ll bring you little treats a few times a day and leave a bowl of water out here for you.”

“Didn’t take you for that kind of girl,” he mused, arching an eyebrow. 

“Huh?”

“I don’t know,” he laughed, shrugging and shifting to face her a bit more. As they settled into their previous calm, allowing the playfulness to recede beneath the irresistible tranquility of the evening, the question lingered heavily between them. Hunter mulled it over. It wasn’t heavy like a begrudging burden, but rather heavy like a thick, warm blanket draped over one’s shoulders after a long journey. His mind wandered down the well-worn paths of analysis. Strategy. Assessment. Consideration. 

Then Lyra kissed him on the cheek, turned back to face the ocean, and nestled into his side with a quiet sigh. And suddenly the whirlwind in his mind quieted, giving way to the unassuming yet unshakable conviction deep down. He’d always had strong instincts – he was made that way. But they were molded and honed over the years for his express purpose, stifled and shaped solely to enhance military strategy and combat performance. And yet they remained, in their basest form, a more faithful guide than his mind had ever been. He echoed her sigh, resting into the peace it brought over him, then spoke.

“If you’ll have me.”

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Domestic

Inspired by this old comic by @askhumanperrytheplatypus

Rating: T

Relationship: Heinz Doofenshmirtz/Perry the Platypus

Add tags: Human Perry, pre-slash, domestic squabbles, misunderstandings, teasing, Doof 101 AU

A/N: Just a little thing to help me regain some lost confidence these past couple of months

"Heinz," Clara Wells calls out from the other end of the office. She's got a huffy tone that implies she had done so more than once. "Heinz." She calls again, and he finally raises a lazy hand in acknowledgement.

"Just five more minutes, Clare."

"Your husband's outside." She counters, tilting her head to further emphasize her point. "And he's been waiting for ten."

"He wouldn't've had to if he'd bothered to read my message I sent 5 hours ago," Heinz volleys defensively, if a bit distractedly. "Or pick up the phone when I tried to call him after lunch. I'll tell him I'm almost done. Say, did we mix up the answers in the scheme for number four...? Or have these freaking papers finally done me in?"

"Let me take a look at that." He hears Dylan O'Malley quip, before he feels the man's towering presence hovering over his shoulder, peering down onto the half graded quiz papers Heinz had sprawled over his entire desk, and even a little into Bess' territory on his left side. She'd gone home hours ago, though, having finished with today's marking yesterday on account of that dinner date with her sister across town, so it's not an urgent concern.

"Oh yeah, no." Dylan adds nonsensically, pointing between the bullet points of the aforementioned question. "It's technically correct, but Clara and I technically stole these questions from the finals 3 years ago and the workings are a bit outdated with the syllabus Lang wants us to use now. It's a bit trickier cus they'd need to use trigonometry on Points S in relative to Y-,"

"You don't need to tell me that, this is foundational physics-,"

"Yeah, well, the kids aren't Physicians, so most of them seem to have gotten confused. I told my kids to table it for now until the department meeting on Monday."

Heinz stops tapping his pen, looking up to the man incredulously. "Are you telling me that I've just wasted 30 minutes of my time quizzing out a tabled question?"

Dylan's answer was promptly drowned by an extremely loud and pointed car honk, and Heinz hears a startled yelp from the pantry. He finally looks up to see Perry, naturally, parked on the lot that was technically Principal Lang's, front facing the tall windows of the office.

Heinz spreads his arms wide, meeting the man's eyes on the other side of the window pane.

Perry retorts by pointedly tapping on the face of his wristwatch, then his car.

Heinz gives him the middle finger.

Perry points at him menacingly, and gestures him to walk, with two fingers on the plane of his wrist. He taps his wristwatch again, before raising his hand, palm straight out. 5 minutes.

"Oh for Gott's sake." Heinz mutters, rapidly getting up and cleaning after himself, just as he hears Adelaide Brimming on the other side of the room go; "Oh, you guys are so cute."

Heinz snorts, shoving all of the papers into the segmented file he's going to have to bring home. "Yeah, well. When I get there I'm about to be adorable."

"It's domestic." Dylan chuckles, stepping aside so he might not interfere with the Doofenshmirtz Maelstrom as he attempts to find his loafers he'd kicked out of sight, allegedly beneath his own desk. "I didn't realize you were married, Heinz?"

The Advanced Sciences teacher frowns, straightening up. "You aren't? Well," he shrugs. "You were probably better off. I'm not anymore though."

"Oh?"

"Yes? Are you sure I haven't told you this before? You've met Vanessa."

"Oh, you meant your first wife? No, I knew that. I meant-I hadn't realized you'd remarried."

Heinz freezes, his hand on the doorknob leading out the office. "What?"

Dylan frowns. "What, what?"

"Stop being nonsensical. I haven't re-married."

Clara snorts into her coffee.

"I haven't. Why is everyone looking at me?"

"You called him your husband." Dylan points out, gesturing to the impatient be-suited man standing outside.

"Perry the- Perry? No. What? No, he's-we're-I can't-you guys are-he's-!" Heinz sputters. "He's practically my parole officer!"

Dylan and Clara exchange weighted looks, the latter with a permanent smirk etched upon her face.

"You want him to be your husband though." She says casually.

He doesn't have to stand for this. "I don't have to stand for this." Heinz says, cheeks burning all the way up to his ears. High school was high school, apparently, no matter where you were on the side of staff doors. He slams the door behind him to punctuate his indignantion, though he could've sworn he still heard Clara laugh on the other side. He's still going to have to see her tomorrow.

Despite his visible impatience not twenty minutes ago, Perry's face visibly softens as he sees Heinz rounding out to the parking lot, where his teal colored OWCA standard Sedan purra idly as they wait. And Heinz hates it, hates that he's able to tell, and how it makes his heart summersault from beneath his breastbone to his stomach with an almost childish shame.

Perry, as he was naught to do, opens the passenger side door for him, as he does to make fun of him, whenever Heinz was in a churlish mood. He's even doing a stupid little teasing bow, like an unnecessarily attractive carriage master. Or a prince.

It's mocking. But his coworkers won't know that.

Heinz grabs ahold of the door, and slams it back closed.

Perry raises a questioning eyebrow. Heinz can barely notice the awkward silence between them, frozen as he was imagining his coworkers giggling over his shame like a pair of bullies.

After a second or two, he opens it back up and climbs inside.

He sees Perry hesitate right outside his door, and when he rounds over to climb into his customary driver's seat, Heinz cuts him off right off the bud.

"Not one word, Perry the Platypus." Heinz mutters. "Not one. Word."