#i when form “he's so cool!” to “mmm... yeah”

[castlephantom]

I feel like Alucard is overrated character and I don't know why I think like that in these days.

I'm not saying that I hate Alucard. No, isn't that, but when I discovered other Castlevania characters that became my favorites (ex: Leon, Juste) I went form Alucard fan to being netural about him.

Alucard is still my top 15 characters, but not not in my top 5 favorite.

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

02 / 627 words

You challenge Gaz to a pushup competition. And lose. What did you think would happen?

He keeps at it, though, maybe as a flex. Half-envious and half-curious, you lay on your stomach with your arms folded under your chin and watch him go. Gaz pushes himself up and down at the same even pace. You could always saboratge him, shove him over, but the satisfaction wouldn't last. Especially with his self-righteous ass taking it as permission to be a martyr about it. Wouldn't be the first time.

"Can you do those one-handed?" you ask him.

He glances at you. "Doesn't do much good for my triceps, but yeah, I can handle it."

"So what? Triceps, pff. The point of one-handed pushups is looking cool."

"If you can pull it off."

"Can you?"

"Obviously."

Gaz pushes up a little harder, repositioning one hand so it's centered under him when he comes down. The other hand he puts behind his back. To your disappointment, he continues with ease. He holds his body in perfect alignment despite the sheen of sweat glazing his skin.

"Wow, fine." You make yourself sound as unimpressed as possible. "Of course you can do it with your dominant arm. What about the other one?"

Gaz switches sides without missing a rep, making it look just as easy. You frown.

"That what you meant?" he asks.

"Yeah. Yeah. Okay, that was smooth," you admit.

"It's all in the form. Keep everything straight and taut. Can't do it properly if your body's all loose and jerking around."

"Uh-huh," you say absently. "What about weighted pushups? Like what if there were something on your back?"

"I've done it before. How come you want to know?"

"Just wondering what if I, like, sat on your back while you did it. Do you think you'd be strong enough?"

"Ah, is that it?" Gaz grins. He pauses his reps with his arm taught but slightly bent, bracing him in a plank. "Try it."

"Really?"

"I can take it."

"I'm heavy."

"Mmm, sure you are. Come on."

Gaz lowers himself to the ground. You hesitate, but he's not letting you back out. He's calling your bluff and he knows it.

"Chickening out?"

You huff and push yourself to your knees. "You wish."

You feel like a ton of clumsy bricks, lowering yourself down onto his back. You really try not to think about how your hand lands right above his shoulder blade or how his tank top leaves so much of his muscled back and shoulders exposed or how your ass slides against the firm curve of his lower back. You pray you're not too heavy. But Gaz either doesn't notice or doesn't mind. As soon as you're situated, draped over him sort of on your back and sort of on your side, he resumes his reps. Slower. Like he's accommodating you as you adjust.

You keep as still as you can. Gaz is as focused and professional as ever. But this is a bit more intimate than you anticipated. Damn him for forcing you to contend with the consequences of your actions. It's impossible not to notice and feel his back muscles at work. His strength is impressive. You're dismayed at the very idea that you thought you could beat Gaz in a test of arm strength. Hubris, that's what it was.

"Is this... helping? The weight?"

"Helping my training? Yeah, it seems to be working. You're good resistance."

"Oh. Thanks. Glad to be of service."

"Yeah? You feel alright on top of me?"

Your cheeks go a little pink at his phrasing. "Yeah. Best seat in the house."

"Is it?" Gaz wears a cheeky smirk, though you can't see it. "Keep it there, then. I like a little extra motivation."

...

[part 1] / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

more Gaz / masterlist tag

[julietsbody]

thinking of luke finding his best friend high at one of those parties they secretly hold at camp… 

semi inspired by murdrdocs’ blurb abt smoking w luke & princessbrunette’s blurb abt jj finding his innocent friend high!!

typically luke never came to these, he was never really a party person, just until you’re texting him some sloppy words that barely make any sense— so now he’s weaving his way through the mess of trees towards the booming music in the distance. did they know how to not get caught? 

luke’s nose scrunches as soon as he gets close enough to make out where you might be in that bright pink skirt he always saw you in, his steps move faster, especially since you’re talking to some asshole from the hades cabin. his jaw shifts as soon as he plants his hands on your shoulders, pupils cinched as he glares at the man you’re speaking with. 

“oh, hey, luke!” you smile so sweet, a little too sweet, in fact, you smell.. he blinks once, then again, then again. to be honest, you don’t really remember texting luke, and it’s always a pleasant surprise to see him appear out of nowhere.

“hey, uh, lets go, yeah?” his hands are gentle when they move you to take a step or two back from the brooding man who clearly looks disappointed, if not a little agitated, with luke’s arrival. 

“but ‘m having fun, do you want to meet my friend? this is my friend—“ 

“yeah, yeah,” luke stares at the man for a second, “hey, dude, ‘kay, time to go.” 

“seems like she doesn’t want to,” the man suddenly speaks, and it should be a blessing from hades himself that luke doesn’t have his sword strapped to his belt. 

“seems like she does since she texted me,” his tone is firmer, a certain bitterness and bite to it, “should be lucky ‘m too busy to rip that smartass smirk off your face.” 

the last sentence comes out as a mumble as he gently guides you away from the party, having to take more of a precaution than usual since you’re stumbling an awful lot. god, how much did you smoke. 

“why’d you say that to him—“ 

“mmm, no reason— hey.. jus’ asking but, you didn’t get that weed from one of the guys there, right?” you seemed much more than just high, unless you smoked like, five blunts— gods, did you? 

“no, nono, got it from um.. lucy, she said it was reaaaalllyyyy strong but like— i only smoked a little,” he hums along to your non - stop giggles, failing to keep his hands from your shoulders since every time he lets go you nearly walk into a tree. 

“yeah, yup, jus’ a little, you know, uh.. you could always just ask to smoke with me,” he shrugs like it’s simple. 

“wooow, you smoke..?” you ask very slowly all of a sudden. 

“what, you think ‘m not cool enough to?” he tuts, steering you to the hermes cabin, which is of course, empty as it always is. you were sure the hermes kids were all dead by now since every time you’re in the cabin it’s vacant, well, besides chris, but he’s always glaring at luke and leaving to bother clarisse. 

“not what i said—“ you frown up at him, and he just nods, moving to sit you down on his bed as he inspects your face to make sure you’re solely high on weed— you really do reek of it, gosh, maybe he should spray his cologne on you. he doesn’t get more time to think before you’re pawing at him, “miss you, luke, talk to me.” 

he chuckles at the hazy glint in your eyes, “c’mon, princess, ‘m not the man for that job.” 

you hook a finger around one of the belt loops on his jeans, tugging him in closer, “what do you mean?” 

“‘m your friend,” it comes out hushed, breathy, “jus’ here to take care of you.” 

“so take care of me,” your eyes catch on to the bulge forming in his pants, a lazy smile curving your lips upwards. 

he pauses for a second, considering, before unhooking your hand from his pants and moving you to lay down on his bed, “time to get some beauty sleep, yeah? g’na get me in trouble if you keep acting out, princess.” 

[mingis-orangejuice]

Love and Deepspace Boys with an MC that's good with children Part 4: Sylus

Summary: You and Sylus are strolling through the park and see a kid get hurt, you both step in to help him, but Sylus may be a little too scary for this kid.

a/n: I love making Sylus do embarrassing things. It's just too funny to me. he'll do anything for MC even tho he tries to act like he doesn't care

Genres/Warnings: just pure teeth rotting fluff

Word count: 637

Previous Parts: 1, 2, 3

You and Sylus were taking a stroll in a park enjoying each other's company when “ouch” a little boy tripped over some rocks right in front of you on the path. He didn’t immediately get up which made you both concerned.

“Child are you ok” Sylus bent down to tend to the boy. The boy looked up and saw Sylus looking down at him with his red eyes and started to cry. Sylus froze, he didn’t know what to do now that this kid was crying. The normally cool under-pressure boss of the N109 zone was now suddenly rendered speechless by one child’s tears.

“Sylus you’re scaring him,” you say and push his chest to move him out of the way

“I simply asked if he was alright, is that all it takes to scare some people nowadays?” he asked sarcastically.

You bent down to see what was wrong. “Hun are you ok, that was a pretty big fall wasn’t it?” the child looked at you and stopped crying, softly shaking his head yes still with tears in his eyes. “Aww, it's ok, do you need help getting up” You slowly lift him into a standing position which is when you notice that he has a small cut on his arm. “Oh no did you get cut?” The child looks at his arm, tears start to form once again. You don’t want him to start crying again so thinking on your feet you quickly look through your purse for something that could help him. You take out some band-aids with cute heart designs on them and a bottle of water. 

“Look my two friends showed up Mr. Water and Mrs. Band-aid” You hand Sylus the water giving him a desperate look hoping he’ll play along “We’re here to help you,” you say in an enthusiastic funny voice while holding up the band-aid. The kid started to laugh a little. You looked up at Sylus who was standing over you, pleading with your eyes for him to join in. 

He sighs, bends down and in an equally funny but less enthusiastic voice says, “Yeah we’re here to help so don’t cry anymore.” the kid wipes his tears and laughs a little more.

Continuing in your funny voice you say “Can Mr.Water take a look at your arm” The kid nods and holds out his arm. It's just a little scratch with a small amount of blood. Sylus quickly assesses his arm and pours a small amount of water on the child's arm and wipes it up with a tissue from your bag. “there now that you’re all clean up it’s time for Mrs. Band-aid to take over” 

You place the band-aid over his scratch and wipe the last of his tears away “There, all better now?” you say in your regular voice. 

The kid looks at you then at Sylus and smiles. “Mmm hmm, thanks” a voice from a few feet away calls out for the kid, he turns, noticing it’s his mother he takes off in that direction shouting. “Mama a pretty lady and a scary man helped me when I fell over, they were really nice!”

You look at Sylus and almost burst out laughing

He puts a finger over your mouth. “Don’t start. I give up my dignity to help this child and he still calls me scary?” Sylus crosses his arms in fake annoyance.   

You remove his finger from your mouth “Well I guess that's what happens when you’re the big bad Onichynus leader, kids will always be scared of you” You say with a mischievous grin. As you continue your walk.

Sylus grabs you by your waist and turns you to look at him “Well let's go home and see if the ones we make won't be as scared as he was.”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader but reader lost a tentacle in a barracuda incident and is now insecure and doesn't want to come out of their hiding hole and punching the octorio with their other tentacles when they try to get reader out?

(Btw love your writing!🫶🏼)

Nemo Child Reader | Yandere Octotrio

It’d be the same as Octo - Merchild that’s scared of Octavinelle except this one has the scars to prove it

But what about a Nemo-like Reader

Who was injured by a barracuda when you were developing in your egg

But you don’t remember that so you don’t really care about it now

All that remains is your little tail that has a deformed fin

But that doesn’t stop you 

When the Octatrio proposes taking you on a swim 

“So you’re from the sea?”

“Yup I think I haven’t changed in a looong time.”

“If you’d like we’re going to the Coral sea for break, would you like to come?”

“Oh yeah!” 

“You can’t go too far okay?”

“Okay!”

they just aren’t prepared to see such an obvious scar

You’re such a little young fish

And you have no fear of them even as they dwarf you in their forms

“Whatya guys holding your mouth open for come swim with me!”

“Uh…Right…”

“I’m surprised they can swim as fine as they do.”

“Oi Clownie-(Y/n) did you lose your fin to a shark or what?”

“Floyd!”

“It’s okay it’s actually a super cool story!”

They’re actually worried that you’re not more afraid 

And that’s what they’ll decide to begin teaching you to be afraid

“Okay (Y/n) you’ll have to tell me what do you do if you see the creature on the card coming towards you, okay?”

“Mmm okay!”

“Now this.”

“Jellyfish?...Maybe a big hug?”

“No. What about this one?”

“Oh yeah he’s a friend of my dad’s so hug too!”

“Oh Sevens.”

Despite priding the deep on being their teacher for their lessons about survival 

They’re not letting you get the same lessons

“Ne Jade wanted me to teach you about running but now we’re just playing tag!”

“Is that so bad? I’m having fun.”

“I would be if you weren’t so slow. Why aren’t you faster? You know little guppies like you get eaten real easy.”

You’re obviously not fit to learn the same way they did

So they’ll get you an anemone

A perfect little way to keep you protected 

But that’s only in the sea when it comes to things on land you’re none the wiser

So they’ll be your anemone 

“Should that student ever say that to you again I want you to come to the Lounge.”

“But I can’t buy anything I’ll just get in the way.”

“No you won’t. I’ll personally handle who ever bothers you. Big Brother Jade promises you.”

“Mmm okay!” 

Moving you into the Octavinelle dorm posthaste

You’re so oblivious they’ll have to just take care of it 

Don’t you know they’ll protect you best

[wingedstatesmanlandturtle]

Telling off Mineta

|Izuku Midoriya|Katsuki Bakugo|Shoto Todoroki|Fluff|Female reader|

It was a training day. Everyone was excited to finally be able to use their quirks after long boring classes, being able to burn off some energy. Everyone was in the changing rooms getting ready and changing into their hero costumes. Making small talk with each other wondering about what exercise Aizawa and All Might would make them do.

“I hope we get paired up today Iida. Ive been working on my powers and I want to see how well it would measure up to your super move!” Midoriya slide on his suit while thinking about how exactly he would use his shoot style and ways he could improve it.

“Youve been practicing well Midoriya, but your not the only one. Everyone has gotten stronger” Iida said tying up his shoes tight. It would be horrible if he used his quirk and he ended up tripping.

Midoriya turning to grab something overhears Mineta spouting on about someone. Midoriya has learned to ignore Mineta's antics until he heard who exactly he was spouting about. You.

Even though you didn't even attend UA that didn't keep you safe from Mineta's perverted antics.

“You’ve seen Y/N right? I hope she comes to visit UA again. The skirts at her school are so short. Mmm~ I just want to-” His speech came to a sudden halt when he felt a deadly grip on his shoulders. Glancing up he saw Midoriya with a...smile? “Mineta ...do you mind not talking about Y/N like that? I dont think its really appropriate to do so” Even though Midoryas face seemed warm his tone and grip on Mineta's shoulder told a completely different story.  

Mineta sucked in a breath “Y-Yeah of course. It was just a joke” His choice of word just agitated Midoryia more. “Yeah? Well the next time you decided to “Joke” about Y/N we will have a problem.” Mineta nodded his head quickly and Midoriya went back to Iida.

“You know what Iida. I wouldn't mind Mineta being my partner today either” He slammed his locker shut walking off. 

“What happened to Midoriyas locker?” Kirishima asked Iida looking at the door hanging off a single hinge. “Mineta” Iida simply said closing his and heading out to join the rest of the class.

Everyone had settled in the cafeteria. Students bustling, utensils clattering, the mumbled tones of food-stuffed voices, it was utterly annoying to him. It's not the fact that it was loud, heck he could be louder than anyone in there. It was the catastrophe sound of it altogether. 

“...it was so cool to see! I have to train 100x harder to be on their level!” Baukgo was with his usual group. Kirishima was telling some story of a Hero he saw that morning. He wasn't fully listening only picking up on parts here and there. “Dude you train all the time. You train just as hard not if harder than everyone else here” Denki responded. “Yeah man, you will reach the Hero level sooner than you know it” Sero chimed in.

Bakugo was mostly in his own head. Thinking about training today school work and other things, but something pulled him out of his thoughts. Someone. A voice stood out to him, an annoying one at that. Bakugos sudden grown snapped Kirishima out of his story. “What's wrong man? What-” Bakugo instantly stood from the table hands slapping down and shaking it.

Hands in his pocket he walks up to him. “So I was thinking me and you could you know...” Mineta's hand reaches out to you but before it makes contact a shadow looms over him. Mineta looks up behind him. Bakugos eyes were narrow and livid “What were you trying to do with my girl you fucking pervert” His voice was low and dangerous. “Katsuki...” you said calmly. He clasps his hands on Mineta's shoulder his hands starting to spark. 

Mineta froze in place “Answer me when I ask you something shit face!” Burn marks starting to form on Mineta's shirt “OW! OW! N-NOTHING, I WASN'T TRYING TO DO ANYTHING” A sinister smirk came up on Bakugos face “You better pray we aren't paired up together for training. You won't live through it” He says letting go and walking towards you. “He didn't touch your right?” He asked you still slightly pissed off. You shook your head giving him a reassuring smile and placing a hand on his arm.

“I'm fine Katsuki. Thank you.” He smirks grabbing you and kissing you deeply so Mineta and everyone else knows that you are his and his only. Mineta kept his fat mouth shut for the rest of the day but was unlucky during the training session. He was with Recovery Girl for the next 2 days.

It was pretty quiet in the classroom. Mostly hushed voices and paper rustling. Everyone was just waiting for Aizawa to roll into class. Todoroki was just reviewing notes with you until you stepped out to use the bathroom. 

Todoroki continued to review notes on his own until he could have sworn he heard your name. He glanced around the classroom looking until, there. He spotted Mineta talking to Kaminari and Sero in the back of the classroom. Gesturing towards the door you just walked out of with that gross look on his face that made Todoroki shrivel up in disgust.

“Did you see the way her legs looked? They're so slender and sexy”

“Bro I don't think you should-”

“And her bust! Oh man I was Y/N to just-”

An ice crystal soon shadowed the room. Mineta is displayed inside. “I strongly suggest you keep your perverse topic of conversation away from Y/N and all the other girls in class”

Todoroki said towards Mineta's frozen body before swiftly returning to his notes. “All right everyon-” Aizawa halted seeing the large spear of ice. Glancing towards Todoroki who innocently carries on with his studies. “What happened here?” He questioned everyone pointing at you as you coincidentally walk in. You stand there confused seeing an ice block and fingers pointed towards you slowly putting together what had happened. 

[thecapricunt1616]

Kinktober Day 12 🎃

𝐁𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐛 (𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐭): There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both. 

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: Howdy! I hope you enjoy yesterdays installment of Kinktober that I forgot to post haha! 𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.1k+ 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: Smut, Authority kink, Swearing, Not edited 𝐃𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬: @/𝘀𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗸𝗮-𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀 & @/𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗰𝘀

There was a knock at the front door, causing Carmy to get up from his position on the couch doodling in his sketchbook “That should be the delivery guys” he said, slipping his jacket on so he could meet them outside to make sure everything was just so with your new bedroom set he’d ordered for you both. 

“I’ll put the cats in the bathroom” you said, knowing they would likely try and make a run for the door. After about 15 minutes of waiting inside for Carmy to return with the delivery men, telling them where to go- he still hadn’t come back in. You went over to the door, looking out the little window next to it to see Carmy running a hand through his hair with a hand on his hip, and snapping something at the delivery driver. 

You cracked open the door to hear what was going on “no- no first fuckin’ strike was the dresser having a huge scratch on the side. Second was the wrong fuckin color! How do you get stark white and cream mixed up? Send it back and gimme’ a fuckin’ refund this is the third time you guys pull this shit never dealin’ with your company again mark refused delivery or whatever on your stupid form” he snapped at them before starting back inside. 

You shut the door and scurry back to the couch so he wouldn’t know you were listening and try to ignore the dampness growing in your panties. He came inside, shutting the door a bit harder then usual and huffing as he shrugged off his jacket, putting it back on the rack. 

“Sorry princess, no new shit t’day. Morons still can’t figure it out. We’re gonna find another set we like, yeah?” He opened the door to the bathroom for the cats before coming to sit back down with you. 

“That’s ok- you look pretty riled up” you said as he plopped down, crawling into his lap and straddling him. 

“Yeah cause I wanted you to have that new bed like I promised an’ they can’t get simple shit right” he huffed a bit, eyes fluttering shut when you rubbed his chest in light circles. 

“I think it’s sexy when you get like that” you said, partial truth and partial distraction to calm him down, bringing your lips to his and kissing him lovingly. He hummed, squeezing your ass and spanking you playfully, kissing you harder and squeezing your cheeks in his hands. 

“Ye’? You like it when I bitch people out?” He asked when you pulled away, leaving hot kisses along your jaw. 

“I love it. So hot when you let the bear out” you giggle as he nips your earlobe, tilting your head to the side to give better access to your neck. He stuck his hands in your crewneck, rubbing his cool hands over your hips making you shiver a bit. 

“Sorry baby, f’got my hands were cold” he stuck his hand down the front of your leggings, causing you to to gasp in surprise laced pleasure as he slid his ice like fingers over your clit. “Mm you do like that, huh? Already so wet” he murmured into your skin, continuing to kiss and bite along the sensitive flesh. 

“Fuckin love it, bear” you whine out, grinding onto his hand just right, your bottom lip coming between your teeth while your head dropped back in bliss. 

“You wanna ride my fingers baby? Mmm?” He asked, lips pressing kissed to the column of your throat in warm, wet pecks. 

“Please- please” you breathe out and he chuckled a bit at your begging, pressing his forefinger and middle finger to your core, causing you to let out a whiny moan “please bear” you manage out and he slips them in curling them against your front wall making your spine arch slightly. 

“Ffffuck- yes- feels so good” you whined, grinding your hips in tandem with the thrust of his fingers. 

“Tha’s it princess- that’s it take what you need Angel” he said hotly in the shell of your ear, grinding the heel of his palm against your clit. Your jaw dropped as you rolled your hips faster, crying out when he pressed the tips of his fingers into your g spot. 

“Carmy- Carmy- Carmy” you choke out, walls clenching around his fingers as your peak approached. He chuckled into your skin, kissing your temple chastly 

“Ye’ baby? I’m right here- what is it, tell me what you need” he chides playfully, moving his fingers faster when he realized your hips began to shake as you got closer and closer. 

“Need to cum” you choke out, eyes fluttering shut in bliss “please- please” you begged, voice wavering 

“You wanna cum on my fingers baby?” He pressed his fingers against your g spot harder, causing your hips to buck. 

“Please- please daddy” you begged, pulling him into a sloppy kiss and he smiles into your mouth, pulling away just enough to say 

“Go ahead” before putting his lips on your again, swallowing your moans as you let go. Your thighs tightening around his lap as your orgasm washed over you,  so intense the fuzzy feeling washed up into your chest and over your scalp, a warmth only to be found with this special sort of relief. 

He grunts into your mouth, enjoying the feeling of your heat pulsing and clenching around his fingers and sucking him in. “Jesus so fuckin tight- wanna feel this pretty pussy clenching around m’cock babygirl” he tugged his hand out of your pants, swiftly laying you on the couch and tugging off your leggings and now soaked panties. 

“Please - god yes, need it, need you” you pushed your crewneck up over your breasts so he could suck on them and play with them while fucked you. He pulled his length out of his grey sweatpants, lining himself up before sinking into you easily with a breathy sigh. 

“Love it when you beg f’me like that bunny sound so fuckin pretty” he grunted as he started to thrust, the afterpulses of your orgasm still working through you. Your back arches slightly into his cupped hands as he pawed at your breasts, rubbing your pebbled nipples with the pads of his thumbs as he snapped his hips into yours, the sound of skin on skin being heard throughout the living room. 

“Y-yes god fuck me harder bear” you whined, hand reaching down to rub your clit and he huffs a chuckle as he thrusted up into you harder, long forceful strokes that had that red hot coil tightening in your belly as he does. 

“Don’worry princess, I’m gonna take care’a’you” 

Fin.

Tag List:  - @carmenberzattosgf - @daysofyellowroses - @mouseymilkovich  - @gallaghersgal - @maggiesarchives - @carmybrainworms - @l4long-winded - @babyspiderling - @southsideserendipity - @djlnkaled

[grimesgirll]

the first time you saw rick in his constable uniform, you thought you were going to have to go to your room to cool down.

clean shaven, hair trimmed, iron pressed uniform clad rick grimes was a sight to behold. having known him just as he was a mere week or two ago, you wouldn't have expected him to be an officer of the law.

truth be told, you found that version of rick wildly hot. he was passionate. he was protective of not just you but judith, carl, the group. purpose looked great on him however it manifested.

but you also loved this domestic version of rick. watching him feed judith at a marble countertop was surreal. you hadn't known him when he was a clean-cut suburban dad, just as a survivor. rick really brought out your thing for men in uniforms though. you'd thought it was a one off thing when you'd hit on a state game warden after he came to dispatch the deer you hit with your car in the past but constable rick had him beat.

you never thought you'd see rick in a tie. you think about how he would've looked at your sorority formal as he brushes past you in the kitchen, immediately knowing what's up when your eyes don't leave him as you start to plate the brownies you just pulled out of the oven.

"like what you see?"

you smile. "yeah." you hold up a freshly cut brownie. "rick, can you try a bite? let me know if they're still hot? i don't wanna burn my tongue."

rick takes a step closer to lean in and take a mouthful of your brownie. "mmm," he hums. "delicious. not too hot. not for you." you gleam at the praise. "thank you, darlin'," he whispers huskily to you.

"you're welcome, officer."

you watch something shift in his eyes as he pops the rest of the brownie into his mouth. "i thought you didn't like cops."

"i never said that," you attest. "i've never said a bad word about a constable in my life," you swear, putting the plate of brownies down to step closer to rick, who begins to play with the buttons on your cardigan.

"really?"

"mhmm." you run your hands along his tie. "i enjoy the uniform."

"do you?"

you nod, hands working up to his chestnut curls. "did they give you handcuffs?"

rick chuckles at you. "those are for official constable business, not playin' around."

"i'm not playing around," you whisper in his ear. "what's it take to get a girl arrested around here?"

not much apparently because all you had to do was start pulling on his tie to get dragged to the upstairs bedroom and thrown on the bed. with a hand cuffed to the bedpost, all you could do was squirm as alexandria's newest constable stripped you from the waist down.

"how many do you want?" rick asks once he's gotten your pants down and he's running his hand on your ass.

you shrug. "you choose, officer."

"bad choice," he remarks and pulls you over his lap to get a better angle. "actually, i think you'll like this."

smack!

you wince. you can't remember the last time you were spanked but you know you're gonna remember this for sure, if not purely by the memory, then by the handprints that were already forming on your plush ass as rick gives you another round.

as you twist and writhe in his grasp, rick starts to get impatient, wishing you were squirming on a specific part of him. he lowers his lips to your ear. "are you ready to be a good girl?" he asks.

you nod your head up and down. "i've always been your good girl," you breathe, slightly tensing when you feel his hand on your bottom again.

"good."

with that, he flips you back face down onto the bed and you hear the metallic clank of his belt buckle. it's not ten seconds later that you feel him against your wet hole. as you feel the cold air on, you realize how wet you are; rick's behind you drawing circles in your slick with his dick while you whine into the duvet.

"rick," you start, voice low and needy.

"what do you want, sweetheart?"

"i want you, rick." you answer with an exhale. "i'm so wet for you."

"i can see, honey."

"then fuck me!"

"maybe ask the constable nicely."

you can hear the smugness in his voice and it goes straight to your cunt.

"constable grimes," you croon. "can you please fuck me?"

you don't have time to hear his answer because the wind is knocked out of you - there it is. you're knocked halfway up the bed as the constable fucks into you roughly.

"how do you like that, sweetheart?" he inquires, breath warm against your neck as he keeps pushing all the right buttons inside of you.

"mhmmm," you murmur. "feel so full."

"good."

you were so developing a thing for men in uniform.

[3-2-whump]

The Scent of Jasmine

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Who's in the mood for some carewhumping after the emotional rollercoaster of almost dying? I know I am!

Thank you @whumped-by-glitter and @generic-whumperz for being awesome beta readers

TW/CW: aftermath of mock execution, trauma aftermath, extremely dubious consent, nonverbal whumpee, whumper turned carewhumper, dubiously consensual nudity, death threats, chastity devices (yes, it’s back), forced domesticity, food whump (sort of) (tagging it anyway to cover my bases), intimate whumper

The boss noticed Khaled’s grateful enthusiasm slowly fade into a catatonic silence on the drive home. He didn’t think much of it, though. Poor boy is just shocked is all, he told himself, we can work on that. He parked, got out of the car and led Khaled out of the garage and to the elevator.

His first order of business was to strip Khaled when they got home. The poor thing was soaked in melted snow and cooled piss. He was barely responsive as Thomas pulled him into the laundry room and slowly peeled each layer of clothing off his shivering body. “You need a bath, Khaled.”

Khaled didn’t reply, instead opting to stare at his bare feet with empty, starless eyes. I can’t blame him for being quiet. Anyone would be a little messed up after a mock execution, he figured. He sighed, gently taking the slave’s hand in his and leading him to the master bathroom.

Once inside, Thomas deposited him at the entrance and turned on the lights and the fan. Khaled stood silently watching him by the door as he knelt by the large, deep bath tub. “Come on in,” he beckoned. Khaled inched closer to the bath tub as Thomas poured a generous glug of bubble bath solution into the marble expanse and cranked the water full-blast, making micro-adjustments to make sure the temperature wasn’t too hot. As a finishing touch, he uncapped a tiny bottle of jasmine oil and dripped a few drops into the tub. The floral scent rose on the plumes of steam coming from the frothing tub.

Once the tub was full enough, Thomas turned off the tap and pulled Khaled closer to the tub. He effortlessly scooped the young man’s cold body into his arms, settling him on the edge of the bath tub before gently lowering him in. “I’m going to help you wash your hair and body. Nod if you understand me.”

Khaled faintly nodded, eyes fully closing as he slumped into the soapy water. “Good boy.” Nothing but a small, contented sounding whimper answered him. At least he’s becoming verbal again.

Thomas methodically washed the young man’s body and hair, being mindful of not getting any soap in his eyes as he massaged his scalp with the shampoo. He noticed the newly forming chafe marks on Khaled’s wrists as he scrubbed his body. All the while he whispered sweet nothings into his ear, like “good boy, you’re being so good right now, we’re almost done, I gotta rinse you off and drain the tub next.”

The awareness in Khaled’s eyes was flickering back on once Thomas helped him out of the bath tub and began towel-drying him. “Back with me, beautiful?” he teased.

“Mmm.” Inky dark eyes glittered up at him from dark lashes and damp strands of black hair as Thomas wrapped a soft fluffy towel around his shoulders.

“Yeah, good. Very good.” He procured something small and metallic from behind his back.

Khaled instinctively backed away as soon as he saw what it was. “Khaled,” he warned. It was all he needed to say for the boy to stay rooted on the spot. “I haven’t forgotten about you running around and getting an STD,” he explained as he wrapped the cock cage around Khaled’s privates. “And I’m still mad about it. But maybe I will let you out once we’re both all better.” He padlocked it in place and held the small caged appendage in his hand. “Or once I put that dumpster lover of yours under, like the horndog he is. Whichever comes sooner.” He marveled at how it was but a microcosm of Khaled’s greater captivity. As he craned his gaze upwards, he saw Khaled pout. “Oh, don’t give me that look –I’m doing this for your own good!” The boy smoothed his frown back into a neutral expression of apathy as he hid his eyes behind his lashes.

“That’s more like it. Now, can you change into your pajamas and wait in the living room until Master is done in here?” He measured out his words slowly and carefully, explaining it as if Khaled was a child again. Another quiet hum answered him. “Good boy. When I’m done, we can eat, and then we’ll watch whatever you’d like.” He gestured him out with a small wave of the hand, then hopped into the shower for a quick rinse off himself.

When he got out of the shower, towel-dried himself, and changed into a fresh pair of flannel pants and a wife-beater tank top, Thomas made his way to the living room, where Khaled sat on the floor, at the foot of the couch, gazing down at the carpet with desolate eyes. He was still wrapped in the bath towel. Seeing him there brought back memories of when Khaled was younger, when he would lean against his shins and let him brush his thick black hair. The memory brought back fond feelings in Thomas’ chest. He turned around and went back to the bathroom for a hairbrush.

Once he was done brushing his slave’s hair, they ended up sitting opposite each other at the dining room table, each with a plate of reheated takeout from a new Indian restaurant Tom had wanted to try. While the boss himself ravenously devoured the bhuna ghost, Khaled kept tearing the same corner of buttered naan between his fingers while staring apathetically at the murgh cholay.

“Are you sure you don’t want any more food?” he asked again. “You hardly touched your portion.”

The boy merely shook his head.

“Come on, at least two more bites, Khaled,” he coaxed. “Give me at least two more bites before I put it away.”

Khaled cast him an empty, weary stare, not breaking eye contact as he tore off the weathered chunk of bread, dipped it into the curry, and ate exactly two more bites.

They ended up cuddling onto the couch together after dinner, a rarity in their household. Thomas man-spread on the couch and rested his arms outstretched along the back. Khaled, still wearing nothing but a damp bath towel around his shoulders, leaned against his side with his head resting on his chest. His hands curled around a steaming mug of chai, which he occasionally sipped as they watched a rerun of the AFC World Cup. Khaled didn’t cheer, or groan, or offer any commentary of any kind throughout the whole match. It was unusual for Khaled to remain this quiet and glum during a game. Thomas gently took the mug from his hands and set it on the table. “What’s wrong? Why are you so quiet this evening? Is it –oh, is it because of that little scare off the side of the road?” he guessed. Khaled pushed his weight up against him, just short of burrowing into the man’s side.

“I guess I scared you pretty badly, didn’t I? Look, I’m sorry,” he apologized. “I know now it wasn’t you, but I had to be sure. I promise I will never fake you out like that again.”

The young man remained silent as he leaned against his chest.

“If anything, you should be blaming that boyfriend of yours,” he continued. “I bet he never would’ve attempted that hit if he knew what I was about to do to you tonight. But, what’s done is done, and now you’ll never see him again.”

Khaled did not respond.

It took about an hour more of mind-numbing soccer footage for him to realize the boy had fallen asleep on him.

Oh. He softly smiled as he turned off the TV. He carefully got up and lowered Khaled onto the couch, disentangling the towel from his unconscious, nude form. He propped a throw pillow behind his head, then unfurled a fleece blanket and draped it over him, making sure his feet were covered and he was properly tucked in for the night. “Goodnight, Khaled,” he whispered, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on the side of the boy’s parted lips. “I… love you...”

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[lyneylover]

My Good Boy

Synopsis: Gorou goes into heat and you decide to help him out a little bit.

warning(s): sexual content

word count: 1.1k words

The first few weeks of the summer were extremely hot but still went by smoothly. Kokomi had recently asked the resistance to go and move some crates from beidou's ship.

So there half of the resistance was sweating in the hot sun while moving crates back and forth from the boat.

All sweaty from moving crates back and forth from the ship to the camp you finally get to take a break as you had just brought your last crate back with the help of kazuha.

You turn around to thank kazuha smiling sweetly at him.

"Thank you for helping me take the last crate I needed to back the camp." He shakes his head before a smile appears on his face.

"There's no need to thank me Y/n I was just helping a friend out."

You sighed quietly. "Yeah you really did help me that gust of wind you created sure did cool me down."

Kazuha laughs a little at your comment. "I suppose it is kinda hot out today." The strawberry blonde wipes sweat off his forehead.

As you continue to talk to Kazuha another member from the resistance runs up to you and kazuha telling you that the Divine Priestess wanted to speak to you.

"Ms L/n the Divine Priestess wishes to speak to you about something." You quickly nod and bid kazuha farewell. "Bye Kazuha! I'll see you around some other time!"

Kazuha waves goodbye as he watches you disappear with the soldier. As you get closer to Kokomis headquarters you start to wonder why she wanted to see you.

You gently knock on the door. "Divine Priestess you wished to see me?" You hear Kokomis sweet voice from behind the door. "Yes please come in."

You slowly open the door nervous about what she wanted to see you for. When you enter the room you are met with kokomis sweet smile. "Sorry I called you hear so randomly but it's about the general."

Your eyes widen at the mention of your lover. "If you don't mind me asking Divine Priestess what is wrong with Gorou?"

You looked at her concerned and worried about Gorou. Kokomi's face lightly warms up as she clears her throat. "Well the general has a small problem and you being his lover we thought we could ask you to help him with it."

You look at her confused at what she meant by 'small problem'. "Your excellency I don't know what you mean by small problem."

Kokomi's face seems to get even redder as she struggles to reply to you. "What I'm try to say is it seems the general has went into heat and needs your help."

It takes a second for you to process what the Divine Priestess had said before your eyes widen and your mouth forms an 'O' shape.

"I-i see um I'll make sure to help him right away your excellency!" You bow respectfully before running out of the room.

You silently walk to Gorou's room in a quick pace. As you get to the door you ready yourself to knock on his door. Just as your fist was about to make contact with the door you hear soft moans from Gorou.

"Ahh~ mmm y/n f-fasterr!" You feel your body heat up slightly.

You take a deep breath and slowly knock on the door. "Gorou!" No response so you try again. "Gorou!" You still get no response.

You finally decide to use the spare key he gave you to open the door. Stepping inside you make your way to your shared bedroom.

You open the bedroom door revealing Gorou fisting his cock with a pair of panties you had worn yesterday up to his nose as he whimpers.

"So this is what you've been up to while I was gone huh?" You mean up against the doorway with one eyebrow raised.

Gorou freezes as he sees you standing in the doorway. He pants quietly looking at you with a blush on his face and his ears pinned down to his head. "Y-y/n I didn't expect you to be back this early!"

Gorou's tail slowly sways side to side as he looks at you with a huge blush coating his face.

Slowly walking over to Gorou you smile sweetly at him "If you wanted my help Gorou you could've just asked~"

Gorou feels a shiver go down his spine as he watches you slowly walk towards him.

"I'm sorry for using your stuff without your permission I promise I won't do it again!"

You walk closer to him. You gently nibble his ear before whispering "Oh it alright Gorou infact I'll even help you out a bit."

The feeling of your hand slowly going down to his cock has him whimpering and bucking his hips up in your hand.

You slow move your thumb across the tip of his leaking cock making him cry out in pleasure. "mmm~....hah-!"

In a slow pace you pump his cock up and down lightly squeezing it when you get further down. "Does that feel good darling?" The sound of you seductive voice makes Gorou's brain go fuzzy.

You begin picking up your pace moving your hand in a quicker pace making Gorou see stars as he approaches his orgasm quickly. "NgHh~ mMmM~....Oh fHucKkk!~"

The closer Gorou gets to his orgasm the slower your hand movements get. "Wanna cum Gorou?" Gorou nods his head frantically in reply. "Y-yeS! m'gonna c-cum~"

Just as Gorou was about to cum your hand halts all it's movement making Gorou whine while looking at you with teary eyes. "W-why' you stop?" You hum to yourself before replying to him. "Naughty boys don't get to cum~"

The second after you say that you begins pumping Gorou's cock again making him whimper.

"If you hold it like a good boy I'll let you cum. But if you cum before I tell you to I'll have to punish you."

Gorou could only pant and whine in return as you squeeze his cock while kissing his neck. "P-please.... let me..... C-cum!"

You ignore his pleas and continue stroking his cock. His cherry pink tip leaks precum making it easier for you to pump him in your hand.

"You're doing so good Gorou~ just a bit more for me mkay?"

Gorou nods frantically thrusting his hips up even more in your touch.

Feeling his orgasm approaching quickly Gorou begs to be able to cum. "P-please-.... hah~.... l-let me..... cum!"

Smiling Sweetly you finally let Gorou cum. "Go on good boy cum for me~" You squeeze his cock one last time making him spill his sticky cum all over your hand. "Such a good boy~" you kiss his cheek softly.

You lick his cum off your hand while looking him straight in the eyes. "We're not done just yet sweetheart I hope your ready for another round!"

I hope everyone liked my first smut on my page. Sorry I haven't been posting I was planning my kinktober out for a good while so I hope you enjoyed reading this. After kinktober I should be able to go back to posting my normal stuff the hotaru story is coming out tmrw so I hope everyone enjoys that little fluff as well<3

[elegantwispsstuff]

jonggun smut? nice works

a/n:this one is pretty long but worth it, errors are in there I proofread half asleep 😴😭

Mdni, NSFW

Waring : degrading and well it's smut so yeah

Jonggun came home from a terrible day at consisting of the pest (goo) whining all day about how hot it was, he was in need of relief from, the day's struggles which would be you his beloved as he sought you out in your shared apartment .

He walks into your shares bedroom only to bed met with emptiness, the only form of life was coming from the bathroom, he walked towards the bathroom door to be met with the sight of your naked wet body encased in the steam filled shower separated by a glass door doing nothing to conceal your plush luscious curves from him "well seems like something is finally going my way" he smirked as he took off his clothes in a careful manner not to alert you of his arrival.

You had decided to take a quick shower before gun came home, you didn't want to welcome him with a sweaty body knowing how much of a clean freak he was, you were currently rinsing out the conditioner from your hair when you felt a pair of arms wrap around your mid section making you jump and squeal "calm down koibito it's just me" hearing his voice you giggle the sound immediately calming your nerves, you turned to face him wrapping your arms around his neck with a smile, whilst the cool water poured over both your naked bodies "well I wouldn't be startled if you announced your arrival my dear, one of these days I'm going to collapse from fright" he smirked as he pulled you into a passionate kiss as his grip on your waist tightens and his other hand wanders to grab a handful of your ass, which pulls a moan from you giving him the opening to slip his tongue in, only pulling apart to catch your breath.

"knees now" he said in a rush which made your already soaking cunt clench around nothing, you obeyed immediately falling unto your knees and taking his already hard cock into your mouth and whatever was left was being worked by your delicate fingers, "ngh" he grabbed the top of your head and controlled the pace practically face fucking you

"mmm~" was the only response you could mutter sending delicious waves of vibrations to his duck that made him harder "fucking hell ngh you look so innocent but only I know you're a whore deep down" those words did nothing but get you wetter loving the way he degrades and praises you, you were playing with yourself rubbing your clit as your were getting close to cumming, moaning while tears slipped from your (e/c) eyes, his hips stuttered signaling he was close to sweet release, a few more thrust and thick ropes of hot cum were shot into your throat he made sure you swallowed it all not wasting a single drop before pulling out with a pop.

You whined as you stared up at him "I need you" he held your face in between his fingers and looked down at you " where my love remember I can't understand you if you talk like a dumb bitch in heat" the fuzzy feeling was filling your head with unholy thoughts of different positions he could put you in " I-I need your cock in your cunt please daddy" he gave your face a light squeeze before lifting you off your knees and wrapping your leg round his waist lining himself up at your entrance and bottoming out in one swift motion, your back arched as you moaned out loud, eyes crossing, vision blurring.

The bathroom was filled with sounds of water and wet skin slapping as he fucked you merciless at an animalistic pace, moans and grunts as you felt the knot in your stomach tighten about to snap "fuc-fuck my pretty girl no matter how many times I fuck you, you're still as tight as ever" you could hardly process anything only remembering to breathe every other thought was filled how good you felt, how his dick abused that spongy spot that made your toes curl, your pussy clenched as you were close to your orgasm "g-gonna cum baby fuck~" your hand grabbed a handful of his hair tugging it while you used your other hand to hold on for dear life, tits bouncing against his chest, body covered in marks you looked like a piece of art to him, his priceless artifact, a few more rough thrust had you both cumming undone "cu-cumming fuck~" your body shook in his grasp as he shot his cum into you, fluids mixing and leaking out going down the drain with the water.

He turned off the tap after cleaning you up in his arms and carried you into your bedroom, laying you into you silk sheets then walking into the closet and coming out with pj pants on he came up to you and helped you throw on the matching shirt to the pants and tucked you in.

Turning all the lights off the getting into the bed snuggling beside you, he was met with light snores coming from your plush lips, he stared down in adoration before planting a kiss on your beautiful (s/c) skin "goodnight my sweet" letting the beautiful thought of you two pulling him into his own slumber.

[silent-raven13]

When there's danger!

Everyone chilling at headquarters having their lunch. Lyla decides to do a practice alarm.

Gwen eats her burrito: Finally I got some food. I'm so hungry.

Miles nodded: Yeah, I had to skip breakfast this morning -eating a Jamaican patty-

Hobie slurp his soda: Heh, I told you to eat early, luv.

Pav chews on his burger: Mmm, I always bring protein shakes.

Peter feeding Mayday: Protein bars are better, right honey! -he comes at his daughter-

Mayday giggles, chewing on her french fries: Huh uh!

Miguel from afar eating his empanada: Why are you guys here, again? -they were chilling in his office like it was a high school hang out-

Peter: it's quiet here.

Miguel grunts.

Gwen giggles: And you didn't say thank you to Miles for remembering to get you lunch since you don't eat.

Miguel glances over at Miles who gave a shy smile: Thank you, Morales. -he continues to go back to work-

Hobie protectively wraps his arms around Miles being jealous. He always play off cool with other people, but with Miguel. It always felt like he was being challenge. Miles merely wanted to impress his leader, his heart belong to Hobie. Yet, that doesn't stop Hobie from being jealous.

Miles smiles: Your welcome, tio!

Hobie rest his head on his boyfriend's shoulder: Luv, pay attention to me.

Miles: I am!

Gwen laughs: You should be glad Miles that we're not in an Omegaverse. I think you would be in a real big pickle!

Miles eyes widen knowing what she meant, yet the others didn't know what that was.

Peter arched his eyebrows. Mayday: What da heck is an omega verse? -she hold her hand out being confused-

Pav: Yeah, what is that?

Miles: NOTHING!

Gwen laughs out loud: It's when- Miles stares at her- What! It's no biggie! It's a world where- -She stops as there was a large red alarm ringing through headquarters-

Lyla's voice: Evacuate the premises! This is an emergency alarm!

Gwen looks up being annoyed by the loud alarm: What da hell is this?

Pav cover his ears: Is this a fire alarm? Do we need to leave!

Peter cover Mayday's ears: WHAT! -he couldn't hear-

Pav: DO WE LEAVE!

The group sat, and saw Hobie about to leave until he picks up Miles in bridal style form without a heartbeat. He open a portal and jump in along with Miles. Miles stood in shock.

The alarm stop with Lyla's voice: This is a practice alarm...

Miguel shouted: LYLA! -he cursing in spanish-

Gwen said to the rest of the gang: I don't think Hobie is coming back.

Pav: He just booked it, huh!

Mayday: Bye-bye Miles. -she waves where Miles disappear-

Peter nodded: Not surprised at all.

Pav turns to Gwen: So what's Omegaverse?

Gwen grins widely: Glad you asked!

[olympeline]

Okay, okay. Last one for today, I promise! Before I go to bed, have some further thoughts about the British Isles bros in my Hetalia National Animals AU:

England: rabbit → lion

Yep, Arthur was a twitchy-nosed bun when he was young. Something I bet he finds very embarrassing even to this day, hehe. Neither species is native to Britain, interestingly enough. Lions are obvious but people think rabbits have always been here. When in fact they were brought over by the Romans as a food source to support their invasion. The more you know. 💫 I picture Arthur as ever feeling a bit of an outsider in his family (the lone anglo amongst celts) and it fits with this interpretation. His older bros all have either native or domestic creatures for their animal forms. And then there’s Arthur: sticking out like a sore thumb with England’s giant, fuck off, big cat, lol. He became a lion sometime after William the Conqueror took over England. The golden English lion the world is familiar with is actually the emblem of Normandy; the French Duchy William originated from.

Scotland: stag

A heck of a lot of Scottish heraldry uses deer and, since I’m enforcing a self-imposed ban on mythical animals in this AU, a stag makes a good stand-in for the Scottish unicorn. Alasdair was the only brother who scored some real, lasting victories against Arthur back in the day. As evidenced by Scotland keeping its independence and then joining the UK as a kinda, sorta equal partner rather than being dragged in against its will. So Alasdair would need to be a big, powerful beast that could toss a lion on its horns on a good day. So yeah, a stag is good for him.

Wales: ??? → ??? → dog

Wales is the brother giving me the most trouble. For starters, I feel like he should have had a different form back in the old days. Like Arthur’s rabbit, but IDK what it should be? Then I wonder if he should have spent time as a lion alongside Arthur. Wales was conquered to the extent that it was considered fully part of England for hundreds of years. That’s why the Welsh flag doesn’t get its own part of the Union Jack like the other home nations, don’tcha know. Wales as a reddish furred lion alongside Arthur’s gold would be pretty cool, ngl. But then Wales did manage to preserve its national identity in spite of everything. So I’m not sure a full transformation is appropriate in his case. Even if it would get reversed later when Wales regained its status as a country through devolution. The only thing I am sure of is that his true beast form would be a dog. Something clever and tough that can herd and guard with care, but is equally able to rip apart a predator without mercy. Maybe some kind of sighthound like in the legend of Gelert.

Ireland: grey wolf → Irish wolfhound → ???

Speaking of doges with sad backstories! Ireland would have remained a wolf until he was conquered and became a part of the United Kingdom. Even before that happened there was this whole thing about eradicating Ireland’s wolves. Which I believe was spearheaded by the ruling English lords? My history lessons on this were ages ago so feel free to correct me if I’m wrong. There was definitely a drive to tame and “civilise” what the English saw as a savage and wild land, I know that much. So a wolf-to-dog forced transformation is as much appropriate as it would be unwanted by the one enduring it. Definitely a lot of trauma there, methinks. Would Ireland turn back into a wolf after his people left the union and he became a republic? Mmmaybe…? I don’t know. Ireland was forever changed by its inability to resist the British invasion. A lot of its native culture was lost or replaced as a result. And a dog being so close to a wolf anyway could make changing back even harder. Mmm yeah, IDK. Leaving it ambiguous might be appropriate in itself.

Northern Ireland: grey wolf → Irish wolfhound

Eeyup, same beasts for the Ireland twins. Their attitudes towards the changes they’ve gone through would be very different, though. If it’s ambiguous whether or not Ireland is turning back to a true wolf, North definitely isn’t. If Hima had kept the UK bros’ story closer to real history then North would never have been a wolf at all. Starting life as a hound right from the beginning instead. But he didn’t, and so we got the slightly confusing scenario of both twins already existing long before partition put Northern Ireland on track to becoming a distinct nation. Ah well, what ya gonna do. Hima moves in mysterious ways.

[crushedsweets]

Do you have and hcs of how Toby and Ben would act together? - Hoodie

YES SORT OF . u know the drill this is my au and bens story is one that i changed a lot so here we go :9

ok toby younger brother family trauma issues lonely grew up isolated etc. ben only child got killed by neighbor for absurd vr theory now inhabits a virus-ghost-form that he partially shares with several other dead kids.

toby and ben wouldnt have gotten along before ben died. only because ben was just. a 13 yr old boy addicted to video games ... those kids r mean, and toby was heavily bullied in his childhood. the ONLY reason bens not a huge dick anymore is bc his 'form' itself is fucked up (he glitches, he has an electronic vocal fry and occasional stutter from glitches, he has a weird glow to him, sickly drowned boy skin, veins look like those green code lines, red/black eyes, HE'S LITERALLY DRESSED LIKE LINK). bens not exactly insecure about any of this, but he knows damn well he cannot make fun of a tic without toby shooting back 10x harder.

which ok yeah kinda sad that ben has to look weird for him to not be mean but .. . like . . yeah. it is what it is.

they met mmm... maybe when toby was around 21? jeff would be 16, and ben wouldve been 14. SOOO toby doesnt really TRY to befriend ben. he's too old for him and has no interest in being besties w some kid. but he has a job to stop ben from tormenting people online and drawing attention to weird ghost sites and whatnot, so he started talking to all sorts of ai- cleverbot being the main, of course.

of all the proxies, tobys the only one ben likes. tobys a dick, but he has his moments where he's funny and gets distracted during a mission, so he's sat and rambled and bickered with the ai on slow nights. ben immediately knew everything about toby, because he has access to every single file on tobys computer, phone, etc.

ben SCARED THE SHIT out of toby upon their first meeting. he crawled out of tobys janky ass computer one day and toby nearly threw up from being so freaked out. yeah, he's killed people and whatever, BUT GHOSTS R FUCKING SCARY (and he has .trauma with ghosts and hallucinations of them (lyra)). ben already knew exactly who toby worked for, what toby was doing, and thought it was beyond funny. ben was the first being who already knew all the slenderman lore because he spends literally. every. second. on the internet. he is basically the internet. and he watches them, listens through their phones, watches, etc. he doesnt know the details perfectly tho cuz technology gets weird around slednerman/the operator. so toby thought that was helpful, in a sense.

so pretty quickly ben was fond of toby. thought he was like, that cool older brother of your friend. the main issue was the proxies at this time were trying to find and kill jeff because he was infected by the operator and slenderman deemed him 'too far gone.'

ben was actually the one who proposed the whole 'okay. so you want me to stop terrorizing kids online. fair. now ive noticed you keep trying to kill my friend(jeff). stop that and we can be cool :3'.

eventually they all came to some weird agreement where. ben will stop haunting people, the proxies will stop trying to kill jeff, jeff has to stop doing his 'full course' murders, and eventually, ben just likes them enough to start helping them with cctv, police files, etc. it was a complicated agreement that eventually ended in friendship, sort of?

they play video games together. eventually toby does see him as a little brother. it's kinda unsettling because the proxies realize just how much power ben has when it comes to just...... leaking everything. toby thinks that 'ok well, if ben leaks stuff about us, we leak stuff about jeff, and now he has no friends and is lonely, so he can't.' but tim and brian are legitimately freaked out at the thought of their lives being ruined anymore than they already are, so theyre pretty courteous to ben

ben will really just hang around. toby can just be eating breakfast and ben will pop up and ask whats up. he's annoying and clingy, and he can tell toby is biting his tongue half the time. . but toby is grateful sometimes. bens laid back and funny, and toby could use some laughs, so its a decent time for them both

again, overall, toby is just kinda too old for ben(although ben wouldve been a year older than toby if he was alive), but ben is really funny, he's nice to toby, he plays video games with him, he comes and checks in on him randomly. so toby appreciates having a freaky ghost little brother thing hanging around. bens one of his fave people (which is only saying so much when the other people he talks to are like . . jeff)

[fookinavocadosman]

intro: welcome to paradise {HS}

Y/N finds herself on Too Hot to Handle, a dating show where she has to form meaningful connections with people without using sexual intimacy. The only problem in her way is Harry. Another single who is doing everything in his power to make her fail. Will she succeed in forming these connections and go home with someone or will she be sent home alone?

warnings: idrk. fuck boy harry ig. I can’t think of any warnings atm.

NOTE: just cause ik theres a possibility of hate so i’m covering my booty rn. THIS IS IN NO WAY HOW I SEE HARRY OR ANY OF THE OTHER BOYS. like I just watched too hot to handle and was like mmm harry on too hot to handle count me in. so thats literally it. okay enjoy byeeee.

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Paradise. 

Just ahead I can see the beautiful island and I smile ready for the next four weeks that await. My best friend convinced me to go to a casting call for a reality tv show called Paradise and I didn’t think anything would come out of it. But a couple of weeks later, I got a call saying I was chosen and now I’m on a boat heading to the filming location. 

All I know is that it’s supposed to be four weeks of 9 other smoking hot single people and partying. I couldn't be happier. We arrive at the island, and the crew drops me off after attaching a mic to me, telling me to head to the back. I make my way to the back and see two girls standing with champagne flutes. They notice me and wave and I smile waving back. 

“Hey!” The first girl yells as I walk up, I send her a smile as the other girl hands me a glass of champagne. “I’m Ava!” The first girl says in a clear Irish accent as she extends her hand to me and I shake it. 

“Hi, I’m Y/N”. 

“Wow, a beautiful name for a beautiful lady. I’m Sage!” Sage moves to stand next to Ava as they both look me up and down. I’m wearing a brown one-piece that has an open stomach and back showing off all my tattoos. The snake in between my breasts, the swallow on my shoulder, and the wave on my thigh. Ava is wearing a black bikini and Sage is wearing a red bikini. They both look stunning. 

“So Y/N tell me all about you.” Sage connects her eyes to mine and I take a sip of my drink. 

“Uh well I’m 21, I’m currently in college majoring in psychology, and I’m from the U.S.,” I tell the girls and they both nod smiling at me. 

“That’s really cool! How I miss my uni days.” Ava sighs and I smile asking her how long it’s been since uni. 

“Oh I’ve been out of uni for a bit now, I’m 26.” She smiles while Sage and I nod. 

“What do you guys do for work?” I ask both of them and Sage begins. 

“Well I’m 22 so I just got out of college but currently I’m a marketing intern for a local company where I live.” I smile at Sage turning my attention to Ava, 

“Yeah, I currently work at a law firm actually.” Both Sage and I’s mouths drop open. 

“A lawyer? Wow brains and beauty.” I joke and everyone laughs. 

“Yep everyone’s always shocked but I’m a lawyer.” She laughs before pointing behind me. “New meat.” She whispers and I look over my shoulder to see two men joining us. 

Both men are shirtless, the brown-haired one wearing black swim trunks and the blonde one wearing navy blue swim trunks. Ava and Sage start cheering and I join along as the guys laugh, pretending to wave it off. 

“Hello ladies!” The brown-haired one greets us standing next to Ava as the other one comes next to me. 

“Oo a Brit!” Ava giggles at him and he smiles. 

“I’m Liam and you are?” He sends her a smile as she answers him. 

“And what’s your name?” I ask the guy next to me and he sends me a smile holding out his hand. 

“I’m Niall.” He tells me with an Irish accent lacing his voice and I smile. 

“Irish sexy.” I flirt and he smirks. He’s about to say something when Ava pipes in. 

“Oi! You didn’t say that to me.” She points her finger at me and I raise my hands in defense. 

“Sorry sorry.” I smile. We talk for a while learning more about Niall and Liam. They’re both 23, Niall is an up-and-coming musician while Liam is a model. 

Some more time passes and three more people arrive, Kate, Louis, and Zayn. Louis is 25 and a football player, he’s also British and he’s wearing a white tank top and gray shorts, Zayn is 24, an artist, he’s British but living in the U.S., and he’s shirtless with a pair of red swim trunks on his legs, and Kate is 24, from France, a model, and is wearing a blush pink bikini. 

I finish off my second glass and walk around the table, opening the second bottle. I pour my third glass and when I turn around I see two more figures walking toward us. As they get closer I lock eyes with the guy and he sends me a smirk. My knees nearly buckle. 

Fuck he’s hot. 

Everyone starts to notice the newcomers and stop their conversations, turning their attention towards the stunning man and woman walking towards us. The guy is shirtless and he’s wearing yellow shorts while the girl is wearing a white bikini. The man passes everyone coming straight up to me. 

“Hello love, I’m Harry.” He smiles at me holding out his hand and I lift my champagne glass to my lips taking a sip before reaching out my hand. 

“Y/N”. He smiles again as he takes my hand in his shaking it lightly before turning my hand, and pressing a kiss to my knuckles. I try to hold back the blush crawling across my face, biting my lip to suppress a smile. 

“Quite the charmer aren’t you?” I tease him and he smirks. 

“You got me.” He lets go of my hand as I make eye contact with him again. 

Jesus, how can someone have such vibrant green eyes? 

I pour him a glass of champagne as we make our way back towards the group introducing ourselves to Harry and the girl who I’ve learned is Riley. Harry is 21, and he’s looking towards being an actor, having just recently moved from his hometown in England to Los Angeles. While Riley is 25, from Australia, and is a waitress. Harry sticks close to me and we find ourselves getting lost in conversation.

“So I’m going to be honest with you Y/N.” He starts and I tilt my head at him. “I really really want to make out with you. And maybe more.” He smirks pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger and I smile, flipping my hair behind my back. 

“Oh, do you now?” I tease him, and he groans, throwing his head back. 

“Yeah I do.” He counters back, looking back at me with those stunning eyes. I drop my head and bite my lip hiding my smile as I look up at him through my eyelashes. 

“Yeah maybe I do too.” I let the smile break across my face and Harry is about to say something when a whistle cuts through the air. We all look towards the villa seeing a man dressed in a suit coming towards us. 

“Hello beautiful singles! Who’s ready to party!” He yells to us making us all cheer and clap. “Welcome to Paradise! I’m John, your host and I hope everyone’s excited to be here. We’ve let you start to get to know each other but now it’s time for a party! We’ll have a special guest joining us later tonight but now it’s time for you guys to all get ready. Please head inside the villa, and feel free to explore the grounds, I’ll see you all tonight at sunset!” John announces to us and we cheer. 

He walks away and I down the rest of my glass of champagne before starting to follow everyone. Harry stays by my side as we walk beside the pool towards the cabana which is decked out with one big white sofa. We all stick together looking through the rooms. When we get to the bedroom people start running for beds and I take in my surroundings counting the beds. I count 6 but there are 10 of us. 

“We have to share?” I say under my breath and an arm wraps around my waist pulling me to a side. I look up seeing Harry as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 

“Would you do me the absolute pleasure and share a bed with me tonight?” He asks me, his eyes boring into mine and I smile nodding my head. 

“Yeah, of course.” He smiles back at me, squeezing my hip before letting go of me as everyone begins to file out of the bedroom. We end up in a dressing room where all our suitcases have already been delivered. I make my way to mine digging through the extensive amount of clothes I brought to find something for tonight. After failing to find something to wear I lean over to Sage and I ask her what the vibes are for tonight. 

“Something simple, yet classy is what I’m going for. I wouldn’t worry Y/N you can pull off literally anything.” She smiles at me. I mumble out a thank you as I dig through my suitcase again this time finding an outfit. 

I put on a red dress with a deep v-neck and cut-out sides with pieces of fabric forming x’s up and down my sides. I throw on a necklace that resembles branches and do some light makeup. I leave my hair down letting it flow down my back and when I finally finish I make my way to the cabana. 

“Damn Y/N! Looking good!” Ava yells as Louis and Zayn whistle and Riley cheers. 

“Thank you, thank you.” I mock bow, waving my hands in front of my face to cool myself down. I laugh as Ava pulls me in for a side hug giving me another glass of champagne. When Harry eventually makes his way to us, he sits down next to me putting his arm around my shoulders. We all talk waiting for John to show up with the special guest. 

“So Harry, who do you think is going to be the special guest?” I ask him bringing his attention to me and he shrugs his shoulders. 

“I have no clue, maybe a singer or something. Who do you think it’ll be?” He questions me back and I respond the same way. 

“No clue, hopefully, they're good if we're being made to wait this long.” Harry laughs nodding along. 

“Hey do you guys want to play a game?” Kate asks the group and we all nod along. She motions for everyone to get up and we all head down to the beach. “So Niall and I were thinking we could all take turns being blindfolded and one person can do whatever they want to the other and the blindfolded one has to guess who did whatever it was to them.” Kate explains and again we all nod. 

“Well since I was one of the people to invent this game I get to go first!” Niall yells pulling out a blindfold. I shake my head laughing. 

Where the hell did he get a blindfold? 

As the game is played I get slightly nervous when it’s my turn. People were making out and grinding on each other. These people are seriously on a different level. I get called up and Sage wraps it around my head and I stand there trying to tap into my other senses. 

I hear oohing and soon a hand rests on my face tilting my head up. I can sense them leaning in and their lips are just an inch from mine, their breath hitting my lips. Soon they move forward and we kiss. It’s passionate. Teeth nearly clashing. 

They pull away my bottom lip trapped between their teeth and it's only when my lip snaps back into place that their hand leaves my face and they make their way back to the group. I take off the blindfold looking at everyone's faces but no one is giving anything away. 

Jesus, it’s hot. 

I look around feeling uneasy not knowing who just nearly sucked the soul out of my body so I shrug my shoulders. 

“Uh was it Harry?” I ask looking at him and he shakes his head. 

“Nope. It was me.” Zayn steps forward and I’m in shock. He has not shown any interest in me but he’s been chasing after Sage. I nod my head and regain my cool. 

“Well shit you really know how to take a girl's breath away.” I smile at him as I walk back towards Harry, who instantly pulls me into his side. His hand squeezes my hip as he leans down to whisper in my ear. 

“Just wait until later baby, I’ll really show you how to take your breath away.” I clench my thighs immediately after as his hand travels across my back making me shiver. 

Harry is the last to go and Ava starts to get up but I beat her to it walking up to Harry. I turn my body around and start to grind on him his hands coming up to grip my hips when I try to pull away. 

I grind on him a little more before pulling his hands off my hips and walking back toward the group. I try to look innocent but there's no fighting the smirk off my face. Harry takes the blindfold off and his eyes immediately shoot to me. 

“I’m praying that was Y/N.” He keeps eye contact with me as I nod my head. He fist pumps the air as he walks back to me pulling me into his chest. 

“Oh, you’re so getting it later.” He says through his teeth rubbing his hands up and down my arms in faux comfort. I pull back from his chest with a smirk. 

“You’re all talk.” I tease him and he immediately stops his movements connecting his eyes to mine. He raises his eyebrow before smiling and running his tongue across his teeth. 

“You won't be saying that when you can’t walk in the morning.” My smirk immediately drops and he lets out a small chuckle pulling me in front of him. He presses his front against my back and I let out a small groan as I try to focus back on the conversation in front of us. He keeps moving his hips slowly and I reach a hand back smacking him lightly. 

“Quit it.” I whisper under my breath and I feel him laughing. He stops moving his hips and I look over my shoulder up at him smiling. He looks down at me smiling and as I turn my head back I catch sight of John. 

“Hey!” I yell turning around in Harry’s hold and everyone turns to look in my direction. John is by himself and is waving us over to him. We all walk back to the cabana and sit down. 

“Hello everyone, I hope you’ve been enjoying your stay so far. Our special guest is just about ready to be revealed but first I need you all to count down from five.” John announces and we all start counting down. Once we hit one we cheer looking around for the guest but no one appears. We turn back to look at John who has now disappeared. 

“What the fuck is going on?” Louis yells and we all shrug. We keep looking until something from the middle of the cabana begins to rise. It’s a white-shaped cone with a led pink strip at the bottom. We all look at it confused. 

“What is that?” I ask and everyone shrugs. We hear a ding and it starts to speak. 

“Hello everyone.” The robotic voice rings through the air and we all respond. “I’m Lana, your personal digital assistant. Welcome to the retreat.” Everyone looks at each other even more confused. 

“Retreat what the fuck?” Liam yells about to say more before Lana cuts him off. 

“The purpose of this retreat is to help you gain deeper and more emotional connections. For the last 12 hours, I have been watching you and learning your behavior. You have all been selected as you have all been having meaningless flings over genuine relationships.” We all groan out and some deny the fact that they have meaningless flings. Harry chuckles from next to me as I put my head in my hands. 

I never knew hooking up with people would be biting me in the ass right now. 

“As part of your social development I have allocated a prize of $100,000.” Lana announces and immediately people start to perk up hearing the money involved. 

“Oh it's on bitches!” Kate yells making everyone laugh. 

“However I will deduct money from the prize fund if there are breaches to the rules.” Lana continues and some people start to jump up. 

“That’s not fair!” Harry yells and I let out a breath. Seems like this wasn’t a great idea. 

“There is to be no kissing, no heavy petting, no self-gratification, and most importantly no sex.” Lana finishes and everyone bursts into an uproar. People start cursing at Lana and some just sit in shock. 

“What the fuck you mean no sex!” 

“Are you insane?” 

“I’m not going to survive this.” 

Lana speaks over everyone telling us to enjoy our long sexless summer before shutting off. I look at Harry who is shaking his head in disbelief. After everyone settles down and grasps the rules some decide to call it a night. I decide to stay outside wanting to enjoy the cool air a bit more and think.

What the fuck am I supposed to do now? 

All of us trapped in one area, with only swimwear and party clothes to cover ourselves. This place is quite literally temptation island for hookups.

How are we supposed to resist our natural urges? 

I let out a sigh as I hug my legs to my chest looking out at the ocean. I sense someone sitting down next to me and I turn my head to see Harry. I smile at him and he smiles back placing his hand on my thigh. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks and I shrug my shoulders. 

“Mad that my best friend convinced me to do this.” I chuckle and he laughs nodding along. 

“I understand. Would you like to go for a walk?” He asks and I nod. He pulls me to stand and we walk in comfortable silence to a secluded part of the beach where no one can see us. 

Harry turns me to face him his hands grabbing my hips our bodies pressed up against one another. Our lips are inches apart and we both let out heavy breaths. 

“You’re so beautiful, it’s taking everything in me not to kiss you right now.” He whispers and I nod closing my eyes trying to calm down. 

“You’re making it worse.” I whisper back and I hear him let out a small chuckle. His hands move from my hips, I take a sharp inhale as his hands continue to move around my body making goosebumps raise on my skin. He leans in to kiss me and I pull back slightly looking him in the eyes. 

“The rules.” I mumble and he looks around before looking back at me. 

“Look around there's no one. Fuck the rules.” He whispers back and I nod threading my fingers through the back of his head. 

He pushes his lips onto mine and it's hot and passionate. His hands hold my face in place as he backs me up, my back hitting a tree. His tongue runs across my bottom lip and I open my mouth, letting him control the kiss. His hips push into mine as he lets out a deep groan. His lips stop moving against mine as he gives me one last peck pulling away from me completely. 

I try to catch my breath as his hands run up and down my sides in comfort. I open my eyes to see him staring right back at me his pupils blown out in lust. 

“I think we should head back now.” He says and I nod my head sucking in another breath. 

“Yeah, yeah.” I breathe out and he chuckles grabbing my hand. 

“For the record, if anything happens, it was worth it.” He smiles at me and I smile back. We head into the dressing room while Harry departs to the bathroom and I get ready for bed. 

I slip on a black babydoll dress and head into the bedroom and find a free bed. Harry eventually joins me slipping under the covers and pulling me back against him. He has no shirt on and is wearing just boxers. 

“Baby you’re a tease.” He whispers in my ear playing with the bottom of my dress. I smile shaking my head. 

“You’re just horny.” I tease him and he lets out a small groan pulling me closer to him. 

“Good night Y/N” He whispers in my ear placing a kiss on my neck. 

“Good night Harry.” I whisper back grabbing his hand placed on my stomach. 

Yeah, this is going to be very difficult. 

[suzdin]

Okay hear me out - Tim Rockford smut. Maybe like, getting fucked on/over his desk? Just a thought. 😇

I like the way you think 😎👉👉

——

Tim doesn’t even notice you enter his office.

He’s hunched over his monitor, chin rested in his hands, face pinched tight in concentration. He was good about not bringing his work home with him—but here, in his element at the precinct, amidst the mish mosh of a particularly grisly homicide case—he was a far different animal than the Tim you shared a bed with.

His eyes are dark, brow furrowed into a hard line. You aren’t sure what he’s looking at—you don’t want to know—but you’re certain it can’t be good judging by the frown deepening his features.

You close the door quietly behind you. The small sound is enough to jar him, and his eyes brighten to a familiar honey brown when he sees you.

“Hey, baby,” he says quietly. You can sense the relief in his tone.

“Hey,” you greet in return. “I brought dinner?” you say, forming it as a question. You don’t want to interfere if he’s on the verge of a breakthrough.

“Oh, yeah, right. Of course. What time is it?” he asks.

“Seven thirty. PM,” you reply. “Knew you must be working late again, so I picked up Chinese. Your favorite,” you say, putting the bag down on his desk.

The relief you’d detected a moment ago transitions to something different, something far more un-itched, insatiable, the moment he rises from his chair and crosses the room to you, hooking both arms around your middle and pulling you into an embrace, placing a small kiss to your clavicle.

“I’m sorry I’ve been working so much lately. I miss you,” he murmurs against your throat.

You lean into the kiss, humming softly. “I miss you, too. Do you have time to eat with me?” you ask.

You feel him grin into your skin, large hands tracing a path up your sides, then once more down your back, where they settle before the dip in your spine.

“I’m not particularly hungry, but I can think of something else I’d like to eat,” he says with a crooked smirk.

“Tim! Right here? In the office?” you scoff, swatting at his wandering hands.

“Can’t think of any other reason you’d wear this skimpy little sundress at seven thirty at night if not for me…” he tuts in a deep timbre. Your skin prickles with goosebumps. “Besides, everyone is busy watching the game. They won’t pay us much mind.”

You laugh and roll your eyes, but you make no attempt to stop the roving path of his finger tips skimming just below the hem of your dress, brushing your thighs, or when one of his broad, warm hands cups one of your asscheeks.

“Mmm,” he grunts into your neck, still planting soft kisses there. “Smell so good for me too, baby.” You’re wearing Versace Yellow Diamond—his favorite.

“Okay,” you snicker, biting your lip playfully. “Alright, I confess. I wanted to look nice for you. Maybe brighten your day a little.”

He licks a slow stripe from your collarbone to the bare rise of your shoulder, pausing there to nip at your skin. You emit a breathy moan, your head dropping back.

Tim makes a noise of approval in his throat at the small sound. Eyes locking with yours, his hand moves from your ass to the soft cradle of your panties between your legs, smiling when he feels damp cotton.

“Mm. Can think of a few ways you can brighten my day.” His fingers press down harder, rubbing slowly over your clothed clit and seam. You dip your face to his chest to muffle the moan that bubbles up.

He moves his hands to your hips and walks you backwards to the desk, gently pressing you against it as you collide with the cool metal. You watch his eyes shift from dark honey to chocolate to near black, but in a way different than before. A way that you know all too well.

His hands traverse your body, kneading you under his fingers with admiration, drinking in the sight of you in that sundress; the way it clings in all the right places, shows off just the right amount of skin.

“All of this. All for me,” he whispers, hooking his fingers below, lifting the dress above your head and pulling it off.

You shiver, having never been naked in his office before. The most you’d ever done is give him a blowjob under his desk, which you’d kind of half expected to happen again. Being this exposed is as much a turn on as it is frightening.

If there’s one thing you know for certain about Tim, it’s that he likes to be in control, something you were all too willing to relinquish to him, so long as it helped to bring him out of his head about his job. And right now it seems to be doing the trick nicely.

His kisses are harder now, more ravenous, kissing and sucking everything within reach—your lips, your jaw, your neck and shoulders. His weight is pinning you firmly against the desk, one hand deftly spreading your legs as his fingers trail over the spot in your panties that is growing increasingly more wet.

Without saying a word, he spins you, your pelvis flush with the edge of the desk, placing a hand between your shoulder blades and pushing you forward until your cheek makes contact with the metal. You let out a chirp of surprise, and he hushes you, chastising.

“Shh, baby.”

You feel Tim crouch behind you, his hands squeezing your hips as he tugs you slightly back. He presses his face into your heat, strong arched nose bumping your seam as he inhales your scent.

“Smell so fucking good,” he growls, pushing your panties to the side and flattening his tongue against you, swiping a slow path between your folds.

“Oh god, Tim,” you groan, rolling your hips in tandem with his movements. “You feel…a-amazing.”

He pulls you further apart with his hands, the tip of his tongue circling your clit for a few laps, making you buck involuntarily at the stimulation. He chuckles and the sound vibrates your core, feeling like fucking heaven.

His attention returns to your fluttering hole, his tongue dipping inside of you, lapping gingerly at your walls, pressing as deep as he can, the slow drag making you thrum and clench around the small muscle.

“Taste like heaven, baby,” he praises, bringing two of his fingers up to softly swirl the bud of your clit, and it’s too much; too much and not enough all at the same time.

“Feel like heaven,” you say with a whimper, your body starting to writhe from all the stimulation, a single hand coming up to depress the small of your back to keep you from squirming.

“Stay still,” he scolds, but you love it. You love to be his plaything.

You grapple for purchase on the desk, just trying to maintain some modicum of dignity and composure as Tim is slowly unraveling you from behind, and you guess by the noises he’s making in reverence to your pleasure that you coming undone is exactly what is spurring him on; he needs to get you off before he can make you his.

The sounds he’s making into your core are downright salacious, obscene, and utterly delicious, that familiar and welcome pressure beginning to flower low in your pelvis.

He senses you’re close and increases the rate of ministrations to your sensitive clit, knowing by heart exactly how much pressure to use, how much you enjoy. At the same time, his cheeks hollow to drink and suckle at your opening, the combination of his mouth and fingers threatening to completely unmake you by the time he’s through.

You bite back a sobbing moan and then you’re coming, hard, into his mouth, his hands planting you firmly in place while he rides out your high, his own soft moans and chirps of satisfaction muffled deep in the tunnel of your pussy.

He doesn’t pull away until you’re protesting that it’s too much, the sensations are too much, tears threatening to spring from your eyes from the overstimulation. “Wish we were in bed so I could hear those pretty sounds at full volume,” he croons.

He stands, one hand still heavy on your back as he rises, and you hear the metallic clink of metal, the grinding of a zipper. Next thing you know, you feel the rock hard press of him at your opening, teasing you as he gathers your slick.

You can practically feel the tension radiating off of him in waves, how much he needs this release.

“You don’t have to go slow, Tim,” you tell him. “Use me.”

He doesn’t make any sound or any attempt to move, at first. You wish you could see his face so you could know exactly what he’s thinking, though you’re pretty sure you have a good idea.

His fingers curl into the heel of your back. “Use you,” he repeats darkly. “I’ll use you.”

His hips abruptly snap forward into yours, sinking himself all the way to the hilt, balls slapping into you from behind, all of it causing you to cry out.

“Quiet,” he scolds again, soon followed by a roar of cheers you hear from beyond his office door, the rest of the precinct still watching the game a telling reminder that you aren’t alone. “Here.”

A thin strip of leather is lowered in front of your face, smelling distinctly of him. “Open up.”

Your mouth drops open and he pushes his belt between your teeth; you bite down, understanding the implications of the silent ask.

“That’s it, baby. Every time you want to scream, bite down harder for me, okay? Imprint yourself on me.” The words go straight to your core and you moan, the belt already working like a charm as your noises get lost in the leather.

“Good girl,” he praises.

He grabs your arms by the wrists and twists them behind your back, holding them in place with his much larger hand as he rails into you from behind, a preferred position of his. He loved having you completely pinned like this. He knew you loved it, too.

The wet squelch of where he’s currently driving into you is loud and indecent in the small office, the desk groaning under your combined weights. You’ve never let him fuck you here before, but you always knew he wanted to. It was thrilling and terrifying knowing someone could hear, someone could walk in at any moment and catch you—see just how much he loves to make you fall apart.

His own release is imminent, not too far on the horizon now, with how tense and worked up he’s been. You know you’ll probably cum again when he does, the sensation of his spend shooting into you often piloting you once more over the edge, each stutter step of his hips as he grows ever closer sending delicious vibrations straight to your core.

You moan and bite down harder on the belt, the sound dying in the leather and the column of your throat.

He snarls from behind you. “You ready for my cum, baby?” he asks, breathlessly, barely able to get the words out, so close to coming undone.

You can’t speak, so you nod fervently in response.

“Yes— oh yes. Gonna fill you.” A deep, dark growl rushes out of him, loud enough to be heard by someone who might be paying attention, and you think he probably needs the belt more than you do.

He cums deep inside of you, thick ropes of semen painting your walls, driving you to your second orgasm; you go boneless beneath him, clenching tight around his length, sucking him in further. You would cry out, if you could. Instead, you dig your teeth further into the belt, tasting the leather on your tongue.

“Good. Fucking. Girl,” he growls, each word defined by a rut of his hips as he empties the last of himself into you. “So— so fucking good to me.”

You feel a string of cum dribble out of you as he pulls out, and he chuckles, peering down at you to admire his work.

“Look at you, fucked full of me,” he says, plunging two fingers deep in your pussy to push himself back inside. “Want you leaking me the rest of the night.”

He helps you up and redresses you, sliding the dress back over your head and straightening it out for you, making sure you look nice and proper once more. You kind of wish you didn’t.

“Alright,” Tim says, kissing you affectionately, his love for you far greater than what he can articulate. “Let’s have dinner.”