#montels

[tidalpooles]

Victor, a cryos eotl channeler

and the space heater he calls a novio

[thotferatu]

[mrsoulstice]

Montell Jordan

Get it on tonight-1999

Soulful Sunday

[voltaical-art]

they gotta stop looking at each other like that, or else they might be in love for real

[sunoovamp]

destroy myself just for you...

[mykaelaaa]

afterwork hours

✰ agent lee harker and you get carried away in the late hours

✰warnings: crime mention? smut, thing for interrogation lol

"who was she?" your voice echoed down the staircase, arms intertwined as you turned corned to the empty, poorly lit hallway of the FBI building.

it was quite late as you were leaving, she texted you how today had been busy, had to stay past her usual work time blaming it on paperwork and a new case. she will come home to you either way but paying a visit to your hardworking, incredibly hot and intelligent girlfriend with coffee to go never bothered anyone, right?

besides, lee kept you away from her line of work for long enough. she insisted it's for your own good, the less you know about it the less could anyone harm you and she would never forgive herself. 

"sarah. she's security here, checks the cameras."

it was one of those days you had nothing better to do. so, with a little bit of begging and on-the-go promises you landed yourself a free tour of FBI building.

she wasn't really up for it but would do anything for you and you knew it (and took advantage of it).

"you know i shouldn't be doing this," lee spoke quietly, maybe too quiet for some untrained ear to not catch it but doesn't apply to you. 

"i know but risking it once in a while can be fun!" lee looked at you, weighing pros and cons of this short trip around the building with cameras pointed at every corner you turned but she was thankful you took her out of her shell sometimes.

"these are the offices," lee said with not much enthusiasm even though she took her one-time tour guide job seriously. "the cafeteria where we have our break, here's the exit to the garage-" 

"and um, this is the interrogation room, we get information out of people in here." 

"oh, so just like in the movies?" you asked her. 

"pretty much i guess." lee answered ready to move on and wrap it up and just go home with you but you didn't budge from where you were standing. "can i see it?"

"see what?" she looked at you curiously. 

you spared glances between her and the door back and forth, trying to give her a hint, tilting your head slightly. "the almighty and sacred interrogation room." that made her roll her eyes at you playfully. you pulled at her jacket, "please?"

lee towered over you, height difference playing quite a role here. your look made her weak in the knees but she can't let you get away with every impromptu idea that dawns on you.

"i-uh, i don't really think-"

"-there's no one in the building anyway, besides that sarah" you cut her off, doing a quick glance down and up the hallway, lee doing the same. "and? what do you think? pretty please, it will be like 2 minutes top. that depends on you though."  

she looked so captivating under that shitty flickering light, her tired eyes searched your face for whatever you meant by that last sentence. shirt and jacket slightly crumpled from you pulling on it and tie loose. yeah, there was something in the air. something that whatever happens in the next five minutes would go in your favor given that you have the FBI officer wrapped around your finger.

"fine," lee said reluctantly, rummaging through her pocket for keys. you patiently leaned against the wall with your arms crossed, eyeing her fruitless attempts at unlocking the door. she would never admit but you did make her nervous like a teenager.

when the key finally matched, she gave the "can't believe the shit i'm doing for you" look before entering.

lee stood awkwardly in the center of the room which had nothing worthy to be proud of in the context of design, she's been here before so she rather studied your expression. you took a seat at the table in the middle, "this is where it happens?" 

"yes."

you looked at the clock realizing you had some time for what just popped into your head. and to be honest, you've been dreaming about this for some time now, except she doesn't know.

"what kind of questions do you ask?" 

she knew very well she talked your ear off about it at home multiple times because you were always curious, yet she had no problem repeating herself for you, "we usually confirm the basic details of the suspect first then gradually get to the bottom of it."

finding her nerdy answer sweet, you hummed slowly, resting your chin on your hands in amusement.

"well, what do you ask exactly? let's pretend i robbed a bank, what would you ask me?"

lee was at the war trying to decide if you were just mocking her or genuinely curious about this whole ordeal. she paced back and forth the room with no purpose, tracking the tiles under her feet, thinking hard. "i'd ask you what were you doing before it happened."

"mhm, what else?" it made lee slowly turn her body towards you, observing you shift in your seat. she picked up on your, well, at least what seemed to her as teasing undertone.

lee was well aware. she would go as far as claiming she could read you like a book, something she thought was impossible but you made it real. you really did love her and she didn't know to take it.

truth to be told, at the end of the day she was an agent, that was her profession, minus the lack of training for picking up social cues but she's getting there. she'd find it hard to believe but whatever special thing you have going on you got her addicted to it in the best way possible. 

"i-i would ask you what led you to do a robbery. maybe how long you were planning it." 

slowly you rose to your feet, and with annoyingly slow steps you made your way toward your stoic girlfriend who studied your every move. she flinched at your cold hands playing pretend with her collar, fixing it for longer than needed. making contact with her neck both on purpose or not, she wasn't quite sure. 

your hands fell to her tie and she could sense your hot breath so painfully close as the words left your lips.

"let's say agent harker," your fingers now focusing on undoing her tie, she had no clue what you were about to say, or do which made her swallow her question nervously and let you continue. 

"what if i don't want to answer?"

if lee had to be perfectly honest, she wasn't fully paying attention to what you said. it's not that she didn't want to, it's just somewhat impossible with your legs tangled and your body pressing against hers.

the question passed her by quickly, "what do you mean?"

"any techniques or maybe punishment for that? how else would you get answers out of someone, right?" you half whispered, flashing her the best innocent smile you could make up on the spot and she caught on this time. 

lee peeled her eyes off of you and looked to the side, collecting her thoughts and letting her shy smile escape. "i don't think that's a good idea right now."

"why? i remember when you told me it's super soundproof in here for a reason." of course you remembered that.

"darling, we can't-" she couldn't finish her sentence with you tugging at her shirt again. "oh come on, no one is here anyway!"

"i work here and…" she felt your arms making patterns under her jacket, distracting her from whatever excuse she was making.

"you're no fun. you have no problem doing it in the car but here it's a problem. i don't see why-"

in an instant she had you pressed on the table with hands behind your back, gaining a clear upper hand in this nonsense quarrel effortlessly. lee managed to find herself between your legs and by the way her breath was hitting your face it was rather out of frustration with you than the effort it took.

you felt small under her gaze, like her every move depended solely on how you'd act. 

"was i not clear?" lee asked, lips barely inches away, never breaking eye contact with you while taking off her dark jacket. "lee, what-"

"i said was i not clear? do i need to repeat myself?" oh god. she looked so stunning with her unkempt uniform, gaze slightly lowered you're only used to seeing it on different occasions, an attitude she only saves for work and bedroom you wish you had a camera to capture this. 

you were too enamored with the officer in front of you to notice her hands already unbuttoning your jeans.

she whispered, "i'll give you your two minutes."

you pulled her closer, lips crashing for the first time since she left you this morning. lee halted her movements for a while, savoring your taste she missed more than she'd admit. "fuck, lee" the moan you left caused her to take a sharp breath, trying to hold herself together. how she wished you two were at home more than here so she could fuck you properly.

her skilled hands swiftly slipped past your panties straight to your already drenched core. lee grinned, brushing her lips against your ear as the words reached you. 

"you're such a slut, you know that? being so needy while i'm at work." she right away allowed two fingers to slip inside of you which made you let out a near scream before she trapped it, covering your mouth with her free hand. she wasted no time and the risk of being here made you both drown in eachother.

"the cameras everywhere, least you can do is shut up." 

everything about this whole situation made you lose your senses. lee's head dropped into the valley of your neck, leaving feathered kisses while checking the doors every few seconds, making your head spin. you felt her hand leave your mouth with trust that you will be quiet and dropped down to wrap around your neck, leaving pressure.

slim fingers were at a harsh pace, yet careful enough. you loved when she let herself go because clearly you were the only thing on her mind right now and the mission was to prove it.

biting your lip to keep the noises intact was hard, she started hitting deeper, spreading your legs further apart. you were so out of it even if someone opened the door you wouldn't notice. your hands not knowing what to do quickly found support on her shoulders. 

"lee, i'm- i'm so close, please," she wrapped her arm around your waist, helping you with the little strength you have left from collapsing on the table. considering it's late at night and you're having your brains fucked out in the FBI building right now, lee got you covered. 

"oh yeah?" connecting the dots and making a mental note to ask you about it later, if she had the guts, this was obviously something you've been wanting to do. not that it's unusual for her girlfriend to completely crumble under her touch at all, it's just that she feels you are way too into this whole roleplay.

lee felt your grip getting tighter with each second, knowing you're close she curled her fingers the way she knows drives you mad. her other hand cupped your face tenderly, making you look at her, noses barely touching but it was intimate.

"'you gonna cum for me?"  

all you could do was weakly nod before throwing your head back again. as the final moan slipped past you, lee was holding your shaking body close to her, fingers still buried deep inside. 

she gave you time to catch a breath, her fingers regretfully leaving you. you watched her fix your strands that were out of place before she stopped near your lips.

lee brushed her thumb against them, "open." 

you tasted yourself on her fingers, her eyes not once leaving yours while doing so. she had a sly smile on making you think she enjoyed this as much as you did. 

pulling her by the tie you gave her a deep kiss one last time, which she returned back, trying not to get carried away.

"i know the camera was behind you."

"which means?"

"hope that bitch sarah saw us. it's her shift tonight, no?" 

✰this was totally NOT my fantasy or whateverrr i swear on god (what ovulation does to a fanfic writer (im so sorry sooo unnecessarily long u cud see i was going thru it)

[g0thbrooks]

Forget all the slow dancing, baby we could take it to the bathroom

[cinematicjourney]

Claire’s Knee (1970) | dir. Éric Rohmer

[cannibalim]

　

☽ ❀ Hold Tight　　Don't Fight

[kibbycarrot]

I still don’t know how to draw wheelchairs 🤦‍♂️

[tidalpooles]

Shave and a haircut warmup

[This is what Montel will look like from now on, osteoderms and all]

[Vic gets a haircut every so often]

[ptvstvrrr]

This is me appealing to the masses cause I just remembered I can, in fact, edit

[confettix]

Montel

I agree with that

[sporadic-gremlin]

Fandom: path to nowhere

Pairing: cabernet x gn!chief

a/n: gn Chief but they have a dick. do with that what you will

Ever since that damn fiesta there’s been a ravenous hunger growing in your stomach. Some days you can ignore it but others, you just want to devour and ravish everything you set your sights on. And it’s all her fault. She knows too. She looks at you with those mirthful, knowing eyes and pretends as if she doesn’t know a thing.

You push your half-eaten food away and wash out your mouth with water. Nothing fills you up anymore. The door to your office slides open and Cabernet steps in, her eyes instantly locking with yours. They drift over to your unfinished food then back up and she smiles.

“Was lunch not to your liking?” she asks.

You lean back in your chair and sign deeply. “It was alright…”

A pause hangs in the air that you want to fill with more words but you don’t. There’s no need to when Cabernet knows exactly what you want to say. Anyway, there’s still work to be done, especially since Nightingale has been working so hard. Cabernet takes a seat on the couch, watching you closely with those pale yellow eyes. She can see how your soul is aflame with such monstrous greed and lust that she has to restrain herself from damn near moaning.

It’s exciting to see you hold yourself back so vehemently. Her honorable Chief… Cabernet stands up and saunters her way behind you, a hand brushing over your shoulder. The flame erupts and you set your pen down. Not one piece of work was done because ever since this damned woman stepped foot in your office, your mouth has been salivating at the mere smell of her. Heat pumps like lava through your veins and down into your pants where your crotch forms into a noticeable bulge.

Cabernet leans down and presses her lips to the shell of your ear, “Why don’t you just give in, Chief?”

You try to reign in the hunger—stop it from speaking for you. “To you? Never.”

This persistence, the drive to do right is what makes you so delightful in Cabernet’s eyes~ It fuels her hunger for you and drives her to tempt you more so she cultivate and refine you even more into that perfect dish. Cabernet slides herself right on your desk and uncrosses and crosses her legs. You get a glimpse of black lace. Your eyes are full of a cupidity that rivals hers. They’re dark and low and with that clenched jaw and deep but slow breaths, Cabernet realizes this is the most enticing she’s ever seen you.

“Whatever you’re trying to do, it won’t work,” your words are strained by your thick voice. Cabernet knows you don’t mean it so when you stand up, she wraps a leg around your hip and pulls you closer.

Your eyes widen and your jaw clenches even more. Your dick presses against the desk but you would rather the pain from that than to lose control. Cabernet tilts her head, bringing a hand up to caress the skin of your cheek with a smile.

“You’ll feel better once you give in…” Cabernet pulls you closer and whispers, “Satisfy your hunger.”

Every possible scenario plays out in your head. Every part of you knows that Cabernet is manipulating you, that this is just another ploy to cultivate your soul but you can’t find it in you to care anymore. You start with locking the door then take a seat. Reaching under her dress, you curl your fingers around those black lace panties and pull. You take one last look at Cabernet to see her smiling down at you and your hands are spreading her before your eyes.

A small patch of red curls and glistening folds await you. Without waiting any longer, you attach your lips to Cabernet’s clit and swirl your tongue over it before sucking. Her head drops back with a low moan as a shiver runs through her body. She can feel your mouth widening and she’s engulfed by warmth. Your tongue laps up all the wetness Cabernet gushes out. This is what you’ve been craving…but you want more.

Your hands push Cabernet back until she has to lean on her elbows and you lean forward, pushing your tongue into her pussy. Cabernet moans lowly, softly running her fingers through your hair. As you eat her out, you bring a thumb over to her clit and rub small circles on it.

“That’s it…” Cabernet lays flat on the desk, chest heaving with staggered breaths. Her walls clench unrhythmically, trying to get a hold of something.

You want to feel her fall apart, you think. Simply tasting her isn’t enough anymore. Your mouth leaves and two fingers push in to her warmth unexpectedly. Cabernet arches off of the desk, groaning out her surprise. Your fingers immediately push upwards towards her belly button and the hand in your hair tugs sharply before releasing. Wetness leaks past the seal on your fingers, the sound of your fingers fucking into her pussy filling the room.

You wrap an arm around her waist and press down on her abdomen. Another moan, louder this time, tumbles from Cabernet’s mouth. Closing your mouth around her clit, your lap and suck and repeat until Cabernet’s thighs tremble around your head. It feels like fire in your soul is being quenched but set ablaze even more at the same time.

“Mn..C-Chief…”

Cabernet’s arousal leaks down onto the desk and you find that you can’t stop. You press harder inside her, suck and lick harder until Cabernet is almost folding into herself.

“Here i-it—“ Cabernet is cut off by her own husky moan. Her hand unwillingly pushes your head into her pussy even though she wants to push you away.

The taste of her cum on your tongue urges you to keep going. Your fingers leave for only a moment to taste her and it can only be described as divine. Cabernet chokes on a groan as the pleasure keeps coming. Her eyes flutter shut to stop themselves from rolling back and her hands grip the papers on your desk in an attempt to ground herself.

She was quite literally being devoured.

You bury yourself deeper between Cabernet’s legs, forgoing all common sense. You would do anything to get that taste again. With her legs now on your shoulders and your fingers slamming knuckle deep in the seductive gourmet, Cabernet is left at your unforgiving mercy. Every moan she wants to release gets stuck in her throat and that’s left are filthy, debauched gasps for air.

Is this what it feels like to be feasted on, Cabernet thinks. Your hunger was a little more ravenous than she had predicted and even as she cums with your name on the tip of her tongue, you still don’t stop.

“S-still not en..enough?”

Enough? You’ll never be able to get enough of this. Your face is soaked with Cabernet’s wetness, your hand has most definitely cramped by now, and your jaw is close to locking but you’re so close. Cabernet’s eyes roll and she clamps a hand over mouth to muffle the sudden wail from leaving her mouth. Her abdomen feels like it just snapped in half. Streams of squirt drench your face and clothes and you’re forced to stop lest you want it to end up places it shouldn’t be.

Cabernet is so fucked out, she can barely open her eyes. Her hands tremble uncontrollably and her chest is heaving with the breaths you stole from her. Yet this visage of Cabernet Franc reduced to nothing but a blissed out mess rejuvenates you more than anything else. You frantically unbuckle your belt and pull out your cock, smearing precum over yourself.

You move forward and press the head against Cabernet’s soaked entrance. She slowly cracks one eye open and smiles at you, as if she’s taunting you. You slam your hips forward, filling her completely in one thrust. Cabernet’s back arches and she cries out, walls clamping down on you. You hiss and slowly start to pump yourself into her, building yourself up.

This is where Cabernet can take back control—this is her playing field. You realize you don’t like the desk so you pick her up and move over to the couch. Not only that but you flip her so she’s on her stomach. A welcome change after being on her back the whole time. You start up your pace, this time fucking her faster and deeper. Your hips clap against Cabernet’s thighs.

All thoughts fly out of her head. Every thrust fills her so intimately that your cock fills her mind too. You groan at her tightness and lean forward, placing your hand beside her head and fucking her harder. Cabernet whimpers, trying to hold on for as long as possible. She doesn’t try to run; she brought this upon herself and she’ll take it how it’s being given—deep, pounding strokes.

Groaning out, you bury yourself to the hilt and grind your hips against Cabernet. She groans out and her first instinct is to try and sit up but you force her back down and repeat the same motion.

“Take it,” you growl, switching your grinding into ruthless pounding that targets that spot just before her cervix.

With each thrust, you press your hips harder into her. It feels like you’re not deep enough, the urge to mold yourself into Cabernet and consume her from the inside. Cabernet drags her nails down the leather of the couch and pants harshly.

“Chief!” Cabernet shrieks, body trembling with yet another orgasm.

You huff and dig your nails into her soft skin. You might have underestimated how close you were—pressing all of your weight down onto Cabernet and latching onto her shoulder as your cum filled every crevice of her pussy. A small amount of drool leaked from Cabernet’s mouth while blood coated your tongue. You moaned gently, pulling away but not pulling out and waited for Cabernet to catch her breath. She look to you from over her shoulder and your cock jumped at the sight of her disheveled appearance.

“..are you done?”

You start to move your hips gently, some of your cum spilling out through her folds. “Not even close.”

[miffylogs]

♥︎̼̻ ̤̾ ᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜᳝᳜⠀‎♪ Baby, ⠀ we ⠀ could ⠀ take ⠀ it

⠀ to ⠀ the ⠀ bathroom.