#handshake husbands

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Kevin Cozner/Ray Holt, Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Ray Holt & Jake Peralta, Kevin Cozner & Amy Santiago Characters: Ray Holt, Kevin Cozner, Cheddar (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, McClane "Mac" Peralta Additional Tags: Fluff and Humor, Animals Series: Part 13 of Pride Fics 2024! 🌈, Part 1 of The Adventures of Mac and Cheddar Summary:

“Raymond," Kevin announced after he finished his first plain scone, "Cheddar has made a friend.”

“I’m aware,” Raymond replied, frowning.  “The little guy.”

“Mac Peralta?”

“Yes, him.”

“Ah.  Well, I wasn’t talking about him.  Cheddar has made a new friend.”

Raymond wants to have a nice Sunday with his husband. The Peralta-Santiago's get a dog who makes friends with Cheddar. Raymond does not have as nice of a Sunday as he hoped.

[speedygal]

Two times there was other people and the other time there wasn't.

the first meeting. Reaching out for affection. Affection reaching out.

[felsicveins]

screaming crying punching the floor can we please see more Patty I'm so down bad for her its not even funny

JD is a little dog that she found outside and now she carries him around in her tote

[phoannix]

folks you are not ready

none of you are ready for the spirk first meeting

[spockskock]

I will be grateful of every seconds Kirk and Spock are together

[f1-stuff]

Azerbaijan GP '23 // Post-Quali 🥹❤️

[cornflakesinchocolatemilk]

[radioactive-cloud]

suddenly i'm homophobic

source: x

[yourchocolatenachostudent]

Parallel that I'd rather never see.

[remyfire]

I'm not gonna say it.

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Olena's arrival to the conference (with the kiss and the back touches 🥰🥰🥰)

[dragonbinx]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jake Peralta/Amy Santiago, Kevin Cozner/Ray Holt Characters: McClane "Mac" Peralta, Jake Peralta, Amy Santiago, Kevin Cozner, Ray Holt, Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Charles Boyle, Terry Jeffords, Cheddar (Brooklyn Nine-Nine) Additional Tags: Halloween, Halloween Heists (Brooklyn Nine-Nine), Trick or Treating, Fluff and Humor Series: Part 5 of It's Just a Bunch of Halloween Fics Summary:

“It’s only fair for us to be in pairs again this year. That way Amy and I can both participate and still take Mac out for his first time trick-or-treating.”

Mac perked up when his dad said his name. He was sitting on the floor, playing with his Transformers, while his parents talked on their iPad to his aunts and uncles about something. He was trying to be good and quiet while they were talking, but it had been forever and he was bored.

“Why bother? We always turn on each other in the end. Besides, it’s not our fault you’re breeders.”

Mac doesn't really know what's going on, but first there's candy, and then his parents disappear, and then he gets to hang out with Cheddar. Jake and Amy learn a lesson about parenting; Captain Raymond Holt is suspicious.

[soundwave-radioandbroadcast]

"Huh I wonder if that one transformers blog has read chapter 12 of Asym-"

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

"ah yes she has-"

[lucabyte]

Tabitha 80s Power Suit

[rotzaprachim]

rip to the mothma family you gave us the most austen-side-character energy yet in the sw universe 

[dmitriene]

continuation to this small work, cw: two freaks in love.

könig finds out you're kind of shy, a meek, pretty thing, sure, you send him such a revealing, unabashed polaroid pictures, but now, with him appearing out of nowhere at your door, giant and rugged, your fingers fiddle nervously at your own clothes, tugging down and trembling at your sides, wide eyes looking at the letter he holds in his gloved hand, from colonel, to you, name written by the way you already memorized, making you understand that it's really him.

the man you sent your nudes to, who would've know that he'd get so obsessed to try and find you like possessed dog, but you welcome him nonetheless, shuffling aside to let him in, bend his head down with a curl to his back so he would get past the doorway to your living room, dirty boots leaving a crumbs of dirt, his gear coated in things you don't want to know about, but his bright, unmovingly focused eyes look at you with a crinkle of delight, pupils could've dilate by now.

sure, könig is a little bit sad you didn't welcome him naked, or undressing at the very first sight of him, but he can work from what he got, from your shy touches when he wraps a hand around yours, for a handshake, that's it, but his by now ungloved, sandpapered fingers rub and circle around your wrist, curious, almost shuddering at the feel of your much smoother, gentle skin against his, and just this is enough to turn him on, cock swelling hard in his cargos.

he wonders if you'll let him bend you over the couch and eat your pussy from the back, or just stretch your pretty hole around his swollen cock, but you ask him questions, how he found you, why, does he wants something to eat, but könig already plans a small wedding for you two so he could make you his forever, an adorable housewife that will take care of her hard working husband with sending him pictures of her holes he could pump full after coming home.

könig tells you everything, how much times you made him cum, that he fantasized about you in any possible situation and position, dreamed of entering his quarters, and instead of a empty, boring room see you curled at his bed, his thumb tracing along your knee all the while he babbles your ears off with all disgusting, horny talks, but it's amuses you, to the point your thighs start to clench together, pressing harsh, as you lean in, watching his eyes nearly eclipse from the very little contact.

you put the letter he brought aside on the table, instead, asking your questions, and then answering his, which only contain of awkward, boyish laugh and stuttering words of if he looks the way you imagined, and könig is, a little bit awkward, in the same time cocky enough to touch you, nearly groping, looking enchanted on the outline of your breasts from beneath your sleeping shirt, before rubbing an sweaty hand against the back of his hooded head, such a silly man.

nearly jumps out of his pants when you offer him to take a bath at your place, voice mellowy and inviting, and könig trots behind you with a wagging tail when you lead the way, filling the bath full of warm water and couple drops of shower gel, making some bubbles that not really suit him, but would make the room smell nice and block out all that reeks out from him when he starts to undress, preening under your touch when you help to unclasp couple of things off his gear, könig holding down from to not shove your hand down his crotch.

it's when you join him that he gets insistent, all your shy act dropping down, your nails raking down the expanse of his toned, tissued back with tiny, reddening streaks, as könig corners you against the bathtub ceramic, moaning raggedly and humping your pussy persistently, messy, hips grinding and twitching, and the way he acts so eager and silly makes you really aroused, mewling right against his wet ear as he sloppily makes out with your neck, his hair and stubble rubbing all over your sensitive, bruised skin, sharp teeth's closing around the warmed flesh.

seems like now, you have a strange kind of boyfriend, a military colonel, a right pervert, and a pussy drunk pup that pumps your soppy, gummy cunt full of his thick, creamy release, one he kept in his balls especially for your meeting, his vision nearly blackening from how long his cock throbbed and spurted, squeezed tight by your pulsing, milking walls, enjoying your palms stroking his face, cooing at him hushed and lulling, everything könig dreamt of.

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