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onlyswan · 1 year

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summary: in which you are jungkook’s religion and he wants to be your passenger princess.

> fluff / wc: 3k

> warnings: there’s like a three second earthworm cameo lol, jk is living his best life in this bicycle date <3

note: i loved writing this + it reminded me of this drabble i suggest reading it too :( pls tell jk to stop being so cute my heart can’t handle it :( oh and imagine the current jungkook with his long hair and pretty bangs btw <3 reblogs and feedbacks are always appreciated :]

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“hmm?” you hum in question when jungkook’s tattooed hand pushes up your elbow. the book you’ve been reading uncovers his head lying on your lap, acting as a paperweight for the pastel yellow summer dress adorning your figure.

“humor me, okay?”

in the midst of his pensive facade, his lips are curved into a lazy smile, almost undetectable if only you aren’t so close that you can vividly see the scar on his cheek and the texture of his honey skin. his face is a little puffy and his eyes are hazy, adorably so, courtesy of the nap he woke up from ten minutes ago.

there are scattered speckles of sunlight painted all over the two of you, in the shape of the gaps between the leaves of the tall tree supporting your back. the wind gently blows through his hair and the edges of the blue gingham picnic blanket spread out beneath you, as if the earth is sighing dreamily at the han riverside scenery.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?”

“what?”

you cover the lower half of your face with the book when a snort bluntly escapes you, and uncontrollable giggles racking your body follow soon after. they prompt the thin strap of your dress to fall off the curve of your right shoulder, and your boyfriend swiftly swoops in, slipping his index finger through it to put it back into position.

“would you still love me if i became a worm?!” he repeats the question louder in faux irritation, but he can’t conceal a toothy grin because your laughter is contagious, a melody that brings him unfathomable joy. an echo that will remind him he was once here, with you, a moment in time locked away in the palace of his most precious memories.

he grasps your wrists to his chest to confront you, and you completely lose your weakened grip on the book. unshed tears gather at the corners of your eyes as your laughter refuses to cease.

“listen- you’re cute, but i need to take the internet away from you.”

his doe eyes grow rounder, whiny voice with a lisp tugging at your heartstrings because you never not find every little thing about him painfully endearing. “baby, stop avoiding the topic. i demand honest answers!”

“of course i would! love doesn’t go away that easily!” you yield to his stubborn need to pry the answers from you. “but it depends on my mood that day, and maybe how you even became a worm in the first place? uh, i’d build you a garden and a little house. oh! and even crochet some cute little outfits for you according to the seasons, keep you warm and safe so you don’t have to hide in the soil . . .”

it’s true that you’ve been dipping your toes into crocheting nowadays, one of your works in progress being a sweater for bam in early preparation for this year’s winter. however, the stars in his eyes ignited by your sweet rambling transform into a dull glimmer of disappointment when he hears the horrifying continuation of your sentence.

“or if it’s a beauty and the beast situation and you got cursed for being bad, then i’d put you in a bucket and go fishing.”

he abruptly sits up, sending your book tumbling down on his lap and . . . you lose your page number just like that.

“fishing? fishing?! isn’t that too harsh? what happened to for better or for worse?” dumbfounded, he frantically shakes his head. “what are you going to say when bam goes looking for his daddy?!”

you tilt your head to the side, highly amused at the man who turned out to only want a sweet response from you despite spitting out the question in a joking manner.

you look at him with wide, innocent eyes. “that you went fishing?”

he pouts somberly, staring into the far distance, where the blue sky stretches endlessly. “bro, you’d expect to know somebody because you live with them and you raise a dog together.”

he heaves a dramatic sigh as he raises both arms to push his hair back, long fingers smoothly gliding across the dark locks. the sleeves of his oversized black t-shirt bunch around his shoulders to reveal more of the tattoos covering the entirety of his right arm, but then his bangs fall back into place like dominoes, and he does it all over again.

“oh, my baby. come on.” you inch closer to hug his waist, planting a kiss on his cheek before leaning your chin on his shoulder. “you’re really just going to ignore the garden and crochet part?”

he overtly ignores your words with a scoff, but he puts a hand over your interlocked ones so he won’t slip out of your embrace as he reaches out for a stick among the lush green grass. your loud gasp beside his ear makes him snicker as he scoops up the earthworm that has crawled dangerously close to his white and washed denim nike air jordans. aside from the cover of ‘the seven husbands of evelyn hugo’ hovering above his face, he was also greeted by this unwordly creature when he woke up from his nap. still sluggish as his body and brain gradually recovered to their full functions, he quietly watched it crawl around the spacious picnic blanket, half out of his mind. well, that was until he got bored.

“go- you need to go. get away from here and travel far where you won’t be found. you’re not safe in this place!” he cries out with his roleplay mode turned on, garnering a weird look from a passerby.

“that’s not far away. at all.” you remark teasingly as he gently sets it down behind the tree, less than two feet away.

“i only showed it a new direction. it can manage on its own. the lessons in life are sprinkled along the treacherous journey.” he scrunches his nose as he chuckles, placing back the stick exactly where he found it. “okay, i’m awake! let’s go ride a bike now!”

“i’m already on chapter 40, though.” you sadly mumble to yourself, having enjoyed the inner peace that enveloped you a while ago, when you finally overcame your month-long reading slump with the meditative aid of nature’s generous spring.

your arms automatically drop down to your sides when he energetically springs up in excitement. he picks up the handwoven picnic basket, opening one of the lids and pushing aside the emptied lunch boxes to safely tuck your book inside.

“baaabe, move.”

“huh?” he makes a noise of confusion when he feels the fabric get tugged underneath his feet. “oh- right, wait.”

he walks backwards at your command, allowing you to remove the rest of the picnic blanket off the grass. he patiently waits as you fold it into half, and half, and half, until it becomes small enough to fit in the basket he’s holding open.

he’s been unable to keep his eyes off you since this morning— glancing, looking, admiring your facial features and the way your eyebrows furrow in the slightest when you’re focused on a task (he doesn’t think you know this at all); down to your neck, and your chest exposed by the low square neckline of your dress. you were pouting in the car because you forgot to wear a necklace, exclaiming ‘i knew i forgot something!’ but he thinks your bare skin under the sunlight is priceless compared to gold. he loves your legs in shorts, dresses, skirts; hell, his boxers— loves how you carry yourself with grace and finesse wherever you go. past the walls he built around his heart, didn’t have to make them crumble because you are the key.

his lips have touched every inch of your body a couple million times that it has become more of a religion, putting mere familiarity into shame.

he puts down the basket on the grass after you slip the blanket inside, whispering a tender “baby, come here,” as he guides you towards the tree, pinning your back on it.

“why?” you gape at him in curiosity, hands grasping at his hips because you unconsciously trust jungkook to keep you steady more than a tree deeply rooted in the earth.

“the straps won’t stop falling off. i’ll fix it.” now that he’s speaking in a hushed tone, you can hear the roughness around the edges of his voice caused by sleep.

he deliberately towers over you to shield you from strangers’ eyes, pulling at the strings wrapped around your right shoulder to undo the ribbon sitting on top of it. he maintains a secure grip, wary of the neckline of your dress sliding further down as he makes a knot, and then another to finish off the ribbon.

you gaze at him lovingly, an affectionate smile lighting up your face. sometimes you forget how attentive your boyfriend is. you confess that you meant to tie the straps a little loosely, but you didn’t intend for them to fall off so often.

“thank you.”

he responds to your lively chirp with a kiss on the lips, your mixed berries flavored lip balm staining his. his tongue instantaneously darts out to give it a taste, the mole under his bottom lip making an appearance as he separates the straps of your tote bag from the second pair of strings.

the wind blows once more, three times stronger than the last, and jungkook tightly twists the strings around his two longest fingers as he waits for it to pass. you squeeze your eyes shut, forehead colliding with his chest to hide from the dust that could potentially blind you.

the wind eases, and he clicks his tongue as he continues fixing your dress, repeating the same steps with thoughtful precision. the back of his hands graze your skin every now and then, soft and smooth from the skincare products he smears on them to apply to his face.

“ah, this is insane. good thing we already had lunch before it got this windy.”

“i kind of love it. the earth feels so alive.”

your breath hitches when he ducks down to press a chaste kiss on where your neck and shoulder meet. the warmth of his lips contrasts the coldness of the ring pierced at the corner of his mouth. the intimate sound chimes in your ear, the sensation sending tingles to your lower abdomen.

“mhmm, know you do. you always see the good in things.” in me, the words he wants to add hang unbalanced on the tip of his tongue.

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by the time you decide that you want to rent an electric scooter instead of a bicycle, jungkook is already paddling towards you while wheeling one by his side.

he enthusiastically shouts, “let me be the passenger princess today!”

and a wave of flashbacks from two years ago wash over you as he draws nearer— when he poured his blood, sweat, and tears into eight tortorous days of teaching you how to ride a bicycle because you forgot how to. you’d expect him to take that as a very telling sign not to ride one with you, but the man standing infront of you seems enraptured by the idea alone.

“sure, but give me a kiss first.” you bat your eyelashes coyly, and he doesn’t waste time in granting your request. he pulls your face closer by the back of your neck, lips crashing against yours for a kiss that robs the air from your lungs. and what a heavenly way to die.

“happy? or more?” he raises an eyebrow flirtatiously.

“greedy boy.” you scold him, lightly pushing his cheek to the opposite direction, and he dryly chuckles at your choice of words. fuck, you know him too well.

“you carry this, love.” you transfer the basket hanging on your forearm to his tattooed one, and your thumb briefly skims across the indents on your skin left by the pattern of the handles.

“i thought you wanted to ride one yourself, though?”

“changed my mind when i saw there’s a backseat.” he sticks out his tongue playfully, laying hold of your tote bag and putting it in the basket between the handles infront.

you roll your eyes as you climb on the seat, putting one foot on the pedal and anchoring the other on the asphalt road. you release a heavy sigh. “made myself all pretty today not knowing i’ll end up sweaty and gross.”

“aish! my butt! it hurts!” his moans and grunts of pain are accompanied by cackles as he shifts on the metal seat behind you. once he deems himself comfortable enough, he wraps his arms around your waist for . . . hopefully, obvious safety reasons. “damn, okay. there we go. i’m ready. sweep me off my feet, baby.”

you swat his hand lightly. “be careful what you wish for.”

“you’re cute when you try to be mean.” he squeezes your sides as an alternative for your cheeks.

“aren’t you scared that i might drive us off into the river? not even a little bit?!”

instead of pressuring you into not making an uncalculated mistake, he simply says “so what? i can swim.”

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“shit, shit, shit! i feel like i’m falling! b-babe- are you doing this on purpose now?!” jungkook erupts into another fit of childlike giggles and high-pitched squeals as you glide across a curve and the bicycle tilts slightly to the side. your hips occassionally rises from the seat so you can push down at the pedals with more effort, spurring moments of him loosely clinging to you.

“maybe? you enjoy stuff like this!” you grin mischievously to yourself.

his long legs are starting to feel sore from having to keep them lifted off the ground, but this is infinitely better than putting them on either side of the bicycle and risking the possibility of getting his balls smushed. besides, he is enamored by the fact that he is face-to-face with the perfect view of the dancing trees, the babbling river, and the bustling city life on the opposite side.

he taps the circle button on his phone screen to end the panorama, swiping to the left to switch to a video. he allows the camera to capture the rest of the beautiful scenery before flipping it to the front.

“i’m having so much fun! i’m never sitting at the front of the bike again- never!” he yells at the reflection of himself, hair covering almost his entire face. the sight makes him laugh heartily. “ay, i look ridiculous with the wind slapping my face. fuck, what is this? my hair- it’s driving me crazy-”

he aggressively shakes his head to get them out of the way, regretting not tying up his hair before you took off.

“then what about me?! i’m fighting against it!” you yell back, squinted eyes persevering the ruthless gusts of wind. the only difference is that you can feel it sweeping through your hair, through your dress, as if you’re soaring and you’re free, not running away but heading somewhere.

“but you’re going to enjoy it when we go back and it’s behind you! trust me!”

this is the first time jungkook is the bicycle passenger since god knows when. he doesn’t remember it being this marvelous, thrilling in its most wholesome form. meanwhile, this is the first time you’re riding a bicycle with a passenger. perhaps you made the same mistake you kept on making two years ago: kicking your feet as if you’re in a race, thinking speed equals to balance. he had to remind you to calm down, slow down, stop looking down all over again. that was at the first minute. your anxieties have been long gone, quelled by your boyfriend’s sheer delight radiating for miles and miles. his happiness is a bubble expanding in size as the wind blows relentlessly.

his phone is returned to the confines of his deep pocket after he deems himself satisfied with the memories he recorded in the device. he properly hugs your waist again, resting his head on the expanse of your back, thin cotton against the apple of his cheek. his heavy eyelids flutter shut. he breathes in, chest rising and pushing against the tough handles of the basket hanging pretty on his forearm, and he breathes out. with his sense of sight idle, it almost feels like you’re flying him to outer space.

“jungkook, you better not fall asleep there. i’m serious.” you sternly remind him, panic meter going up when you notice more of his weight gradually limping against yours.

“yah! you- i love you; i won’t do that to you. don’t be scared.” he chuckles, heart swelling with fondness for the concern lacing your voice.

you melt at his charming reassurance. “i love you too.”

“nyam.”

“did you just bite me?” you whip your head to the back in suspicion when you feel a faint sting blossoming on your shoulder.

he innocently looks at the bite mark he left on your skin, and when he tilts up his chin to catch a glimpse of your face, your eyes have already refocused on the bicycle path. ”i did . . . you taste like what i imagine the sunshine would taste.”

“is that a good thing?”

“yeah, good. like honey.”

“thank my body wash for that.” you giggle, and jungkook yearns to see your face, but he shall marvel at the rows of pink and white flowers approaching ahead in the meantime.

“no, that’s not it.” a small smile tugs at the corners of his lips as he corrects you in a voice so soft it almost breaks. “it’s you. just you.”

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lewmagoo · 1 year

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of admirals and paperweights | bob floyd

description: in which an admiral and a commander participate in a secret rendezvous

warnings: 18+ only, semi public sex, rank kink, corruption kink, sir kink, mild consensual non-consent (these idiots can't stay in character long enough), p in v sex, squirting, multiple orgasms, choking, degradation, oral (f receiving), one paperweight casualty, mentions of pregnancy and bodily changes related to it

character(s): admiral bob floyd x f! wife reader

notes: the wonderful mental image of bob licking his hand after wiping your cum off his mouth is brought to you by @milesmillergf

Your hands were trembling.

It had been a long day of teaching, and you wanted nothing more than to go home and slip into a hot bath to relieve your tense muscles. However, you had been called for a meeting with Admiral Floyd.

He wanted to see you, immediately, and you knew better than to disobey such an order. However, that didn’t mean you couldn’t make him wait a bit. You stood outside the door of his office, steeling yourself, breathing in deeply.

You weren’t entirely sure what he wanted to see you for. Surely you weren’t in trouble for anything. You hadn’t done anything wrong, to your knowledge. In fact, you’d done damn well at your job lately. Your pilots were excelling at their training and showing great promise. There was only one other reason you could think of, one reason you knew for certain. And it sent a shiver down your spine.

So you reached forward, knocking twice on the door before you slipped inside, pushing the door shut behind you. Your heart rattled wildly against your chest as your eyes fell upon the man who sat behind a large, oak desk. You stepped forward and stood at attention before him.

“At ease, Commander,” he spoke.

You fell into a relaxed position, though you kept your eyes upon him. He rose from his seat, circling the desk and leaning back against it. “I couldn’t help but notice what an excellent job you’re doing with your pilots,” he mused with a smile.

You tried to ignore how handsome he looked. The office of admiral suited him well. In fact, it fit him like a glove. You had seen him mature over the years, losing that soft babyface he’d once sported. He was sharper angles now. Laugh lines framed those large, blue eyes. Silvery gray lined his temples. But he still had those boyish features that made him appear slightly younger than he was.

“Thank you, Sir,” you replied.

He cleared his throat, pushing away from the desk as he strolled beyond you, toward the door. You kept your gaze forward, but you knew he was locking the door. It sent a shudder through you that he didn’t miss.

“No need to be nervous,” he assured you. Suddenly, his voice, as smooth as velvet, was right near your ear. It stole the breath from your lungs.

“I’m not,” you replied.

“Then why are your shoulders tense?” A large, warm hand came up to slide between your shoulder blades, and you gasped.

But just as soon as it was there, it was gone. He was stepping over to his desk again, where he folded his arms over his chest and stared at you. “The reason I called you here was to discuss what a fantastic job you’re doing, in teaching and up in the sky. Not only have you caught my attention, but you’ve also caught the attention of the higher-ups, too. You're one smooth operator, Commander.”

You held his gaze. “Is that really why you brought me here, Sir?”

His mouth curled into a smirk. “Why do you think I brought you here?” There was a playful glint in his eyes.

“I don’t know if I want to answer that.”

Slowly, he rose to his full height, coming to stand within mere inches of you. You could feel the heat of his body from where he stood. “Tell me. Or do I need to order you to?”

You let out an unsteady breath, your heart skipping a beat within your chest. Your mouth had gone dry. “I…” You began, but you couldn’t form the words. He had your head spinning.

“Oh, come on. Don’t tell me you’re going shy on me now, dolly.” His hand came up to toy with the pins on your uniform, just over your breast. “Tell your admiral why he brought you here.”

You knew perfectly well why he had summoned you. The knowledge of such a thing sent a familiar ache burning between your thighs. An ache that only he could quell. And it was all so thrilling, really. You’d never done this before, not in a setting like this, where you could potentially get caught.

But would anyone dare say anything against Admiral Floyd if they walked into his office to find him balls deep inside his wife? You highly doubted it.

Bob had been the one to propose this. A scenario in which you pretended you were nothing more than his subordinate and he was your commanding officer. As if you didn’t wear a necklace beneath your uniform with your wedding ring on it. Or, as if you hadn’t given him three children over the last ten years.

None of that existed here, within the walls of his office. Not while you were portraying these characters. You, an unassuming commander looking to do anything to gain the approval of your superiors, and he, a corrupt admiral, willing to exploit that desire of yours.

You were always looking for ways to keep the other on their toes. Even after fifteen years together, you kept things interesting and liked to spice up your sexual escapades from time to time. Marriage and children had not put a damper on such things. In fact, it had only made you even crazier for one another, and you couldn’t get enough.

Bob’s ability to pull rank was just another one of those things that drove you wild. Though he was quiet, and generally liked to stay out of the spotlight, he did have a commanding presence when he needed to.

Like now, for instance. He was standing before you expectantly, a brow raised behind his glasses, staring you down. Challenging you. Defy me, see what happens.

“You brought me here because you want to fuck me, Sir.” That like almost had you breaking character, because it felt ridiculous on your tongue. But Bob’s reaction shut you up immediately.

He smiled widely. “There it is!” He clapped his hands together, causing you to jump. “I knew you were a smart girl!”

Then he stepped back, leaning against his desk again. He motioned with one hand. “Go on. Strip.”

Oh, he wasn’t wasting any time. And, really, you didn’t have much to waste. Even so, you kept up the facade of the slightly innocent subordinate. “I don’t know if this is such a good idea…” you said, shifting from foot to foot.

Bob pushed forward, leaning into your space again. “Why? No one’s going to catch us. And even if they do, they won’t say anything. They’d be too afraid of losing their job. You’ve got nothing to worry about, doll baby. Now do as I say and strip. That’s an order.”

Your heart lurched in your chest, and with trembling hands, you began to unbutton your top. But you were doing it much too slowly for his taste, and before long, his large hands yanked yours away, and he began to roughly undo your shirt himself.

He pulled it out of its tuck in your slacks, but still took the care to gently drape it over the nearest chair so it wouldn’t wrinkle. Then, he grabbed your belt and brought you toward him, holding eye contact with you as he unbuckled it.

You watched as he knelt to tug your slacks all the way down your legs, leaving you in your undergarments. Again, your pants were placed neatly over a chair. He was considerate enough to make sure you wouldn’t leave base looking like a hot mess that day.

There you stood, in your underwear and undershirt. Bob left that up to you to remove, staring at you intensely as you quickly slipped out of your panties, shirt, and finally, bra. That left you standing entirely naked in the middle of his office, all while he remained fully clothed.

It held a strong sense of eroticism, but you also felt a bit overwhelmed. His gaze was so severe, and you nearly buckled beneath it, suddenly feeling quite ridiculous for even suggesting this role-play. However, your ever-attentive husband saw your hesitance, and he didn’t miss the way your arm came up to cross over your chest, hiding yourself from him.

Bob softened, offering you a reassuring smile. “If you’re not feeling it, we don’t have to keep going,” he said.

But you shook your head. “No, I-I want to keep going. It’s just…I feel so naked.” Which seemed like an obvious thing to say, but he knew what you meant. You felt exposed.

He nodded once. “It’s just you and me, little love. You’re safe.” His hand came up to cup your cheek. “What do you say if you want to stop?”

“Starboard,” you answered confidently.

“And you don’t need to use the word yet, do you?”

“No, Sir.”

“Okay.” And that was that.

You watched in amazement as he shifted back into the hardened character he was playing. He squared his shoulders and stood to his full height, and you swore the blue of his eyes darkened several shades.

“Now, what I want you to do is kneel.”

The command with which he said it sent you to your knees immediately, and you dropped so fast that you winced when you hit the ground. Bob couldn’t hide his smirk at your overeagerness.

“So you can follow orders. Impressive.” He took one, two, three steps toward you, stopping right in front of you. Your face was level with his crotch. You could already see the outline of his hardening cock within the confines of his slacks. It made your mouth water.

He lifted his hand, his thumb pressing against your lips, which you parted, allowing him to place the digit against your tongue. “Suck.”

You obeyed. Languidly, you swirled your tongue around his thumb, suckling with eagerness. Bob bit his lip as he watched you, holding back a moan. Then, he praised you. “That's it, dolly. Being such a good girl for your admiral. So obedient, too. I bet you'd do anything I asked, wouldn't you? Anything at all.”

“Yes, Sir,” you said, but it was muffled by his thumb, and when you parted your mouth to speak, drool ran down around your chin.

Some of it even dripped down between your breasts. Bob glanced down, and suddenly, he was yanking you to your feet. To your surprise, he tilted your head back and then ducked forward to lick that line of drool from your skin.

It made you gasp, and you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you. Fuck, was he sexy. But you didn’t have time to dwell on it because suddenly, one large hand was wrapped around your throat, and you gasped as he used his strength to pull you forth, guiding you toward his desk.

In a moment of gentleness, he brought his free hand to brace your back, so you would not land hard against the wood. Your fall was eased by that hand, and you let him arrange you however he pleased.

He shoved your legs apart, exposing you to the air, and to his fiery gaze. That blue burned darker still, and you felt as if you might burst into flames beneath him.

“I bet you’re already wet,” he mused, tone dripping with disdain, reaching down between your legs.

For a moment, you nearly forgot what you were supposed to be doing. So you quickly caught his arm, looking up at him with the most demure, concerned gaze you could muster. “Wait. Admiral, I don’t…this isn’t right. We shouldn’t be doing this. I could lose my job.”

He looked at you, and he scoffed. “That’s not my problem now, is it?” He snapped. He yanked his arm out of your grasp. “Now how about you lay there and take what I give you?”

That shut you up right away.

Sure enough, when two deft fingers swiped through your center, they came back glistening. “You are wet. What a dirty little girl. What was it that made you wet, hm?”

You whimpered pathetically, nodding your head. But he didn’t like that, and he grabbed your cheeks roughly. “Speak.”

“You, Sir,” you managed.

“That’s more like it.” Those fingers that were exploring you were soon slotted inside you, crooking upwards and locating that one specific spot instantly. It had you jolting against the desk, letting out a yelp at the feeling. The squelch of your wetness was obscene, and you might’ve been slightly embarrassed about it if it wasn’t for Bob.

The man had seen you at your absolute worst, wailing and moaning your way through labor with each of your children. He’d also seen, up close and personal, what happened in the aftermath of said labor. Nothing phased him anymore.

But any unsexy thoughts such as those were quashed when his lips found their way to yours again. His fingers were so deep inside you that it had your toes curling and your eyes rolling back already. He knew your body that well.

You let your eyes drift shut as you focused on the feeling of those digits inside you. His thumb came up to rub at your clit, and that, along with the rhythm he already had going within you, caused you to drip around him, leaking onto the surface of his desk.

“What a drippy little whore,” he cooed, and you let out the most pitiful squeak, eyes opening wide. He rarely used such degrading names, but you were eating it right up. “Made such a mess on my desk already and I haven’t even made you come yet.”

“Can’t help it,” you whined.

“I thought you didn’t want it? And now you’re drenching me. Seems to me that someone is lying to themselves.” He leaned in close, nose just brushing against yours, as he slowly and deliberately fucked his fingers into you. “Your mouth might be telling me no but this pussy is saying yes by the way she’s sucking my fingers in. Doesn’t wanna let go.”

Then he leaned back again, and without warning, he began to roughly and swiftly move his fingers inside you, to the point where it jarred your whole being. You couldn’t help it, you let out a loud, uncontrolled howl, throwing your head back as he ruined you.

Swiftly, he placed his free hand over your mouth. “Hush! You want everyone on base to come running?”

You moaned against his palm, eyes wide. While in theory, the thought was hot, actually having someone try to intervene and see what was going on was less than desirable. The only problem was, Bob was simply too good at what he was doing, and you weren’t sure if you could keep quiet.

“I’ll take my hand off your mouth if you can promise me you’ll be a good little girl and stay quiet.”

“Okay,” you spoke, though it was muffled by his hand.

Slowly, he lifted that hand, making sure you weren’t going to let out a scream. He mentally clocked where your panties had fallen, so he’d be able to grab them and shove them into your mouth should you grow too loud again.

Until then, he continued where he left off. The fingers inside you picked up their pace again, fucking you harder, faster, deeper. He leaned in close to you, pressing his forehead against yours as you stared up at him, mouth agape, eyes locked with his own.

That same hand that had been clamped over your mouth now moved to your throat. Those elegant fingers of his wrapped around your neck, pressing into the sides and effectively cutting off your blood flow. Within seconds, you were growing dizzy, and it felt as if you had come out of your own body, floating over both of you as you took in the sight of him ruining you.

He was speaking to you, filth escaping his mouth, but you couldn’t hear it. The rush of blood in your ears deafened you, and you lost yourself for a moment before you suddenly became hyper-aware of his every movement, every word, every breath.

“Yeah, there you go. Take it, doll baby. Makin’ such a mess of yourself. By the time I’m finished with you, you won’t be able to say a single coherent word.” He wasn’t exaggerating, either. He could turn you into a speechless mess very easily.

In fact, you were making a mess right then and there. Without warning, it hit you, and you jerked against him, clenching your jaw as it slammed into you in a violent wave. “Fuck! Bobby!” You yelped, unable to control yourself. You could feel it, your release spurting from you, soaking his hand, his wrist, and the desk beneath you.

He kept curling those fingers into you through it, prolonging the intensity. There was so much of it that soon, it had begun to drip down the side of the desk. “Holy fuck! Holyfuckholyfuckholyfuck,” you chanted, head snapping down to take in the sight. You swore you’d never come so much in your life.

Above you, Bob was laughing in disbelief, eyes wide, cheeks flushed. “Geez, baby. You’re just squirting all over the place, aren’t ya?”

You lifted your eyes to his own just as his hand slowed between your thighs. Without a moment of hesitation, you grabbed his collar, yanking him to you and kissing him roughly. The force of which knocked his glasses askew, but neither of you cared.

You broke apart to catch your breath. “I can’t believe all that came out of me,” you breathlessly remarked, your roleplay forgotten momentarily to bask in your astonishment.

“I can’t either. Goodness gracious, what’d you do, drink a gallon of water or somethin’? Even when I really get you going you don’t come this much.”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. Maybe I just really get off on having an admiral push me around and take what he wants,” you replied with the raise of a brow.

“Okay, okay,” he said, trying to hide his smile. “Back to business. But we sure do have a big mess to clean up later.”

“Shh,” you said before you pulled him in for another kiss.

When you parted, it was like a switch was flipped, and there he was again, the commanding admiral who was about to have his way with you. “I told ya you wanted it,” he said.

Then he moved, quick as lightning, to shrug out of his own uniform. You watched him, still draped across his desk, your legs parted wide, exposing your swollen, glistening cunt as you watched him undress.

You let your eyes travel low as he stepped out of his underwear, and you mewled pathetically at the sight of his cock, heavy and hard, blushed and rosy at the tip. God, you’d never tire of the sight, no matter how many times that cock had been in or on you.

Robert Floyd was not an overly prideful man. But he most certainly took pride in what he carried between his legs, simply because of how fucking dumb it made you. You’d do anything to have it in your mouth or stuffed inside your pussy.

“What?” He cooed as he approached you.

“S’big,” you whimpered.

“Oh, honey. Are you afraid it won’t fit?” He asked, tone patronizing.

You nodded, looking up at him with your best doe eyes. “Please, Sir. I don’t think I can take it.”

“I’ll make it fit.”

Fucking hell. He was going to be the death of you. But before you could linger on his words, he was kissing you again, stealing the breath from your lungs. All the while, he brought a hand up to your chest, grabbing a fistful of your breast before he tugged at each nipple, trailing the edge of his blunt nails over them and sending sparks of delicious pleasure through you.

His lips parted from yours only to travel down your jaw, hot and open-mouthed, nipping at your sensitive flesh. You watched through hooded eyes as he stopped at your chest, wrapping those pink lips around a sensitive little bud.

You sighed softly, body arching into him, nerves still on fire from the high you'd experienced moments ago. All the while, you could feel his cock, resting hard against your inner thigh. You wanted it inside you so badly.

You reached for it, wrapping your hand around the shaft, humming at the feel of the velvety skin beneath your palm. Bob leaned back, eyeing you.

“Now you’re eager for it?”

“Can’t help it. Wan’ you inside me,” you murmured.

A playful twinkle glimmered in his eye. “What happened to pretending you didn’t want it?”

“Fuck it, you’re driving me crazy, alright? I don’t even care anymore. Just need you to fuck me.”

Bob had the audacity to laugh at you. “See! I told you that you would be the one to break first!” But then, as quickly as that mirth had warmed his face, his expression shifted, and he grabbed your jaw. “But I’m not done playing. So be a good girl and take what your admiral gives you.”

Your eyes widened, and you found yourself at a loss for words, unable to utter anything but a stupid whimper.

He stepped back, shoving your thighs apart again so you were fully open to him. His gaze landed on your cunt, and then he ducked forward, pursing his lips and spitting right against those delicate folds. Then, he gripped his cock, pressing the blunt head against the slick there.

He pressed it against your aching clit, starting slow at first, but soon quickening his pace. You gasped at the feeling, glancing down to watch as he fucked your pussy lips.

You felt like you were burning, heat washing over you from your head to your toes. Your breathing quickened. Your head began to spin. He kept the stimulation quick, so much so that you were certain you might come again.

Then he switched gears and dragged the plushness of his cock down to your entrance, where he only pressed partially into you before moving away to slide through your wetness.

He did this a few times until you were whining needily. But he wasn’t going to give it to you that easily. “Beg for it, dolly.”

“No,” you weakly protested, offering one last half-assed attempt at staying in character.

He grabbed your face roughly. “I said, beg for it.”

“Please, Admiral Floyd. Please fuck me, I need it so bad. Need you inside me. ‘M so wet for you. Oh, God, please!” You were quite literally on the verge of tears. You hadn’t realized just how badly you wanted it until now.

Bob softened, lifting his free hand to slip his thumb into your mouth, soothing you. “I’ll give ya what you want,” he assured you. Then his mouth was on yours, all while he swiped his fingers through your slick. He used it as lubricant to stroke his cock before he lined himself up with you again.

He eased inside you, stretching you slowly, and he soothed your wail of pleasure with his tongue slipping into your mouth.

It didn’t matter how many times he fucked you. You never tired of that initial stroke of him entering you. He was so deliciously big. On the longer side, with a curved tip that hit your spongy walls just right. He was the only man who’d ever been able to get you to squirt on his cock. Maybe that had been a deciding factor in why you’d married him. Or, at least, that was what he always teased you about, claiming you married him for what was between his legs.

But right now, all you could think about was how fucking good it felt, and how you’d been waiting for this moment all day. Ever since you’d planned this little rendezvous, you’d had a little difficulty focusing at work. You’d been aching with anticipation all day, knowing you’d close out your work day with your husband buried inside you.

Your charade was forgotten at that very moment. As soon as you felt his balls press against your ass when he bottomed out, you were gone. How could you pretend you didn’t want it when it was all you’d ever wanted?

“F-fuck!” You cried when he broke your kiss.

He was just as affected as you. He let out a breathless whine, eyes fluttering shut behind his glasses. “How do you do that?” He gasped.

“Do what?” You were barely present enough to ask the question.

“Squeeze me so tight? I swear it’s like it’s your mission to make me come as soon as I get inside you.”

You managed a grin. “And yet, you still have more stamina than I do.”

It was true. Bob had excellent control, and he could hold off his orgasm until he’d wrung several out of you. Sometimes, however, you pulled out all the stops, determined to make him come. Today, you didn’t have a lot of time to draw it out.

So, you pulled him in for a kiss and knocked your heel against the plush of his ass. “Hurry up and fuck me, Sir,” you teased.

He let out a sound deep in his throat, and then he gripped your hips roughly, arranging you as he liked. Slowly, he rolled his hips into you, and those first few thrusts had you whining pathetically.

As he built a rhythm, you let your head loll back, biting your lip as you relished in the push and pull. Suddenly his mouth was at your breasts again, biting and suckling. He’d always been fixated on them. In fact, you created a bit of a monster after your first child was born, because Bob was rather obsessed with the fact that your tits were swollen with milk. You hadn’t been able to keep him off you. Not that you’d been complaining.

Now, he was still all over them. Mouthing at your nipples. Hands groping at the soft flesh. He growled and moaned into them, and you whined, bringing your hands up to grip his neatly styled hair. You knew it was inevitable that he’d whip a comb out of his desk and comb it back into place after you were finished. Meticulous, he was.

“Feel so good, baby,” he gasped around a nipple. “So wet, too. Can feel you dripping down my shaft.”

It was true, of course. Your arousal was dripping down past his balls, adding to the mess upon his desk. But did you care? Absolutely not. Neither did he. The messier, the better, even if it was going to be a pain to clean up.

Cleanup was the farthest thing from your mind, however, because suddenly, Bob switched up his pace, and hit that spot inside you. It pulled an involuntary shriek from you, and his hand was soon clamped over your mouth.

He got close to your face, eyes intense. You couldn’t look away from his gaze. With each snap of his hips into you, you whimpered against his palm. His mouth curled into a bit of a snarl.

“Take it quietly, like a good girl, or I’ll shove your panties in your mouth.”

“Yes, Sir,” you murmured against his hand.

But how on earth could you stay quiet when he was fucking you like that? Hitting it so good you were already seeing stars behind your eyes.

Right there. Yes, yes, yes. Don’t fucking stop.

“There you go. That’s it,” he praised. He gazed down at the place where your bodies met, mesmerized by the way your cunt stretched to accept him. Suddenly, a piteous look crossed his face. “Oh, your poor little clit must be feeling so neglected. I’m sorry, baby. Let me fix that.”

Then his hand was pressed against you, fingers expertly working that little nub. He matched each swirl of his fingers with the thrust of his hips. All the while, he lowered the hand over your mouth to your throat.

Again, he pressed his fingers against the sides of your neck. You sucked in a shark breath and locked eyes with him, mouth falling open. He fucked into you even harder, and it caused your eyes to roll back in your head.

“I’ve already got you goin’ stupid for me, huh?” He teased.

“Y-yeah,” you peeped, though finding the words on your tongue proved difficult.

He let out a little mirthful laugh and then shattered your mind with a gentle slap to your sensitive clit. You jolted against him, and you would’ve let out a cry if his fingers weren’t cutting off your blood circulation.

There was that wonderfully dizzy feeling again, soon replaced by fiery, all-encompassing pleasure. The feeling was indescribable. You felt like a firework sparkling in the sky, snapping and popping in a beautiful array of colors. He was the flame that lit your fuse, sending you bursting in the air.

Harder and faster and deeper he went, jarring your entire body against the desk. In fact, he was going so hard that the legs of the furniture you were placed atop scraped against the floor. All you could do was lay there and take it, weakly grasping at his toned shoulders for purchase, nails leaving pink crescents in his ever-sensitive skin.

“Squeezing me so tight, dolly. Y’ gonna come for me already?” He teased.

Were you? With the way your body felt like a live wire, you were sure you might. So you dumbly nodded, staring up at him with wide, watery eyes. “So good,” you squeaked, “so good, so good, so good. Fuck! You feel so good!”

“Yeah?” He leaned in close, releasing your throat to place his hand against the back of your head, effectively holding you in place. “You’re a pathetic little thing, you know that? All it takes is my cock inside you to turn you dumb. It’s just too easy.”

He kept taunting you, and your head was swimming, swirling, spinning. Was he going even faster? How the fuck was that possible? All you knew was that he kept brushing against that spot inside you and you knew it wouldn’t be long before you fell apart around him.

He fucked you so intensely that the items atop his desk were beginning to rattle. Neither of you noticed, however, that one specific item was teetering toward the edge. In time with your own body, which was almost there, almost there, almost there…

Then, suddenly, a loud smash sliced through the intense moment, and you both froze. Hesitantly, Bob leaned back, peering over the side of the desk. “Whoops…” he breathlessly remarked.

You followed his gaze, only to see the paperweight, or, what was left of it, that your son, Henry, had made in his junior pottery class. He had insisted that it was a gnome, but frankly, it looked like a terrifying, unintelligible creature. Neither of you would ever tell him, but it was the ugliest piece of decor you’d ever seen. Bob had of course been ecstatic when he gave it to him, and he’d put it on his desk when he got to work the next day.

Bob was very particular about what he put in his space. He was neat and minimalistic. That monstrosity of a paperweight didn’t go with any of his decor, but he’d placed it there for the sake of his son. Now it lay in pieces on the floor.

He lifted his eyes from the mess, and the two of you shared a look before you both burst into laughter, giggling at the absurdity of it all. “Well, there goes your favorite paperweight,” you teased, once you’d settled down.

Your husband shook his head with a knowing smile. “I love that kid, but that was an atrocious lump of clay,” he mused good-humoredly. “Hope he never asks me about it, because then I’ll have to make up some creative story about what happened to it.”

“Yeah, because I doubt saying ‘I broke it while fucking your mother’s brains out’ will go over well.”

Bob raised a brow. “You’ve got a nasty mouth, mama.”

You shrugged. “One of us has to keep things interesting.”

He simply shook his head and leaned in to kiss you. As he pulled away, he nipped at your bottom lip. “Anyway, back to business.”

Two large hands held fast to your hips as he began to move again, not bothering with a slow build this time. The pace was just as brutal as before, and you gasped loudly, clutching at him, arching into him, trembling and moaning and keening.

Again, his fingers were back against your cunt, rubbing harsh circles on your swollen clit. Heat, like molten lava, began to spread through you, originating in your center and branching outward, warming your extremities. Your chest began to heave, your eyes began to cross, and your thighs began to tremble around him.

It was as if you were losing control of your own body, unable to stop the sharp convulsions as you jerked against him, so fucking close to your release that you could hardly stand it. Bob knew it, too. He crowded your space yet again, and you looked into his face. If you weren’t so overwhelmed you might’ve marveled at how beautiful he looked. Curl of hair falling against his forehead, cheeks flushed, lips pink and kiss-bitten.

But you were not able to take in the sight because you couldn’t focus on anything other than the white-hot pleasure coursing, surging, crashing through you. “Yes, yes, yes!” You chanted. “Oh! Right fucking there! Don’t stop, Bobby, don’t stop!” You cried.

He was too far gone to consider clamping his hand over your mouth. Instead, he growled at you. “Yeah, that’s it. Go on, come for me, dolly. Squirt all over my cock.”

Squealing unintelligibly, you gripped his shoulders tightly, catapulting into his ams. “Ohhh! C-coming!” And you were. He could feel it in the way you tightened and pulsed around him.

Within seconds of announcing it, you fell apart. It surged through you in waves, warm and comforting, but at the same time, it felt like electricity sparking through your system. Your husband held you in his arms as you fell apart, and he watched, enraptured at the sight of you losing yourself.

The evidence of your orgasm soaked him, spurting against the base of his dick and dripping down further still. He could not tear his eyes away, especially when he pulled back to watch your cunt pulse around him.

As you came down, you fell limply against the desk, chest heaving, lungs on fire, head still spinning. “Holy shit,” you cursed, breathlessly. “God, that was so good. How are you that good?” You probably asked that every time, because he was simply that good.

Bob, however, was in no shape to utter a coherent response. He was losing himself, and when you looked up at him, you could tell. So you spurred him on, scratching your nails down his back.

He let out an audible whimper at the feeling. But he didn’t have time to relish in it, because you yanked him closer and whispered in his ear, “come for me, Admiral.”

“Ahh!” He hissed, keening high in his throat. He sped his hips up, thrusts short and fast, until finally, he whimpered out your name, burying his face against your shoulder as he came undone.

You wrapped your legs around his waist and relished in the feeling of his seed coating your still-spasming cunt, filling you to the brim.

Slowly, he came back to himself, still breathless and trembling from the aftershocks. You let him stay like that, cock softening inside you as you soothed him with your fingers through those honeyed, silver locks.

Finally, he leaned back to look at you. His face was still flushed, and he had a dopey grin on his face. “Pleasure doing business with ya, Commander.”

You giggled as he kissed your cheek. “Likewise, Sir,” came your lighthearted response.

His lips captured yours again before he pulled back to let out a sigh and finally ease out of you. You whined at the feeling of emptiness. But then, your eyes widened when he realized he wasn’t finished with you.

“Oh God,” you gasped as he knelt down between your parted legs.

He grinned widely, cheeks still cherry red. “You know I always have to clean up after myself,” he mused. Then his deft fingers made their way through your dripping center again, smearing the mix of sticky cum and your own arousal all over those swollen lips.

You whined lowly as he leaned in and proceeded to trail his tongue over you. With two fingers he pushed the evidence of his release back inside you, all while swirling his tongue around your clit.

He kept going, the intensity building. You were so oversensitive that it didn’t take long to push you over the edge again. Bob greedily lapped up all you had to give as you came against his tongue.

Then, he came back up for air, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Not willing to waste any of it, he proceeded to lick the wetness from his hand.

“There. Now I’m finished.”

All you could do was yank him up for a deep, salacious kiss. “You are so goddamn sexy, it’s unreal,” you gasped against his mouth.

He had the nerve to blush.

“You’re a fine one to talk, Mrs. Floyd,” he said.

You hummed and spent a few more moments kissing languidly before you finally broke away to face reality. And oh, what a mess you’d made. When Bob stepped back, his eyes widened. The paperweight lay in shambles near one side of the desk. At the other, remnants of your wet release still dripped along the wood, and down to the floor. Not to mention what had pooled atop the desk.

“Uh…guess we’ve got some work to do,” Bob spoke, rubbing the back of his neck.

“C’mon, let’s get it cleaned up before the poor janitor comes in and gets scarred for life.”

Together, you scrambled to clean up. After you’d dressed and righted your appearance, you set about sweeping up the remnants of the paperweight, while Bob cleaned up your other mess. Finally, everything was set right, and you looked at each other, both breathless.

Again, you melted into a fit of laughter, and your husband tugged you close to his side. “You’re so naughty,” he teased you, kissing your temple.

“Don’t act like you aren’t just as bad,” you shot back. However, you turned your head and kissed him on the mouth.

“Guess we should head out and relieve poor Annabelle of our children,” Bob murmured, referring to his youngest sister, who’d been babysitting the kids that day at her place.

“Guess so,” you responded with a sigh.

Reluctantly, you turned to head out of his office. As you went, he playfully swatted your ass. You smirked and waited until he was in front of you before you backhanded his ass right back, with much more force, drawing a surprised yelp out of him.

“You little…!” He exclaimed.

But you were already rushing ahead of him, laughing in delight. His secretary, who was just packing up for the day, smiled at the sight of you teasing one another as you hurried by.

“You two are so cute!” She called after you.

That only made you and Bob laugh harder. If only she knew the salacious acts you’d just committed moments prior.

“Hear that, Commander?” Bob spoke up as he caught up with you, mischief in his eyes. “She thinks we’re cute.”

You turned to face him, walking backward as you went. “Yeah. We’re cute alright. Wonder if she’d say the same if she knew you were just balls de–”

You never got to finish your sentence, because he shoved his hand against your mouth. “Let’s not scar her for life, yeah?” But he was clearly holding back a laugh.

“Aye aye, Sir,” you responded with a smile.

“Brat,” he playfully chided. “Now let’s get you home so I can show you some proper aftercare before we have to wrangle the rugrats.”

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Oh no, your work computer crashed! Now you have to put in a ticket with the IT department, but they're always so rude and act like you asking them to do their jobs is interrupting something important. But the IT guy that shows up to help is new, and now, maybe getting help won't be so painful...

Aweee I love this! 🥰

Given you’re tech illiterate you hate when you can’t get the stupid thing to work. The best you can do is turn it off and turn it back on. 😔

When Jake shows up you’re already so flustered by being behind it takes you a moment to realize how ridiculously hot he is. He taps on your cubicle wall, and gives a sweet smile as he asks how he can help.

You gesture sadly towards your computer and explain that nothing is working.

“Don’t you worry, it’s probably just a problem with your docking station. Can I?” He points towards your desk and you awkwardly take a step back to let him get to work.

He works fast humming a song that sounds like some classic rock.

“Is that Rolling Stones?” You ask before you can stop yourself.

He glances up at you confused before his cheeks turn bright pink. “Sorry,” he scratches at the back of his neck. “I didn’t even realize I was doing it.”

You giggle and say, “Are you kidding? Every one hates when I hum while I’m working, it’s nice to know I’m not alone.”

Your computer is up and running in no time leaving you both feeling like your moment was over far too soon.

“Would you-“

“I was thinking-“

You both laugh as you start speaking at the same time. And you gesture for Hake to go first.

“You wanna get a drink after work?” You’re pretty sure you could fry an egg on his face, and you decide that you want to see what else can make his cheeks flush. 😉

#chris evans #jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #paperweight answers

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A Drabble for Octavia in the He Chose You universe (if you don’t know what that is, it’s just a Lucifer/Reader I’ve made — you’re the Queen of Hell) who deserves none of the BS she’s had to deal with in Helluva Boss.

Octavia knelt to sit on the playmat, long legs awkwardly splaying outward as she tried to get comfortable. Even if she managed to make her lower half unwind, the Goetian heiress couldn’t imagine her shoulders loosening in this expansive, unbelievable castle. It was even more opulent than her own home. Princess Charlotte watched her make the attempt with a wide, gummy smile from where she’d been trying to roll onto her tummy. Her mother, the Queen, had gotten up only a moment ago and was speaking in hushed tones with the person Via wished the least to see much less hear since she’d taken shelter in Lucifer’s palace.

Pudgy hands on chubby baby arms reached out and Octavia couldn’t help smirking. She reached back and allowed Charlotte to grab onto one of her talons, sharp point curled inward to prevent any injury to the fragile baby.

The baby yanked at her owl counterpart and babbled, until Octavia’s smile softened into something more genuine. It was as if Charlotte knew that Via needed distraction.

“Your majesty, I understand what you’re saying, but I must insist that I at least see my daughter.”

Octavia sunk down further onto the plush pink carpet at the sound of her father’s voice.

“It’s been days!” Stolas said, loud enough to be heard from behind royal walls.

“And as I said before, Octavia shouldn’t be forced to do anything that she’s not comfortable with.” The Queen countered politely, yet firmly.

“Mah!” Octavia’s gaze switched from the ground to Charlotte once again.

The threat of tears in the bird’s glowing eyes were forgotten momentarily as she watched Hell’s princess struggle to flip from her back to her belly. Octavia couldn’t help her frame from shaking with quiet laughter at the sight.

Charlie waved a hand again and her playmate finally took the bait and gently pushed the baby to maneuver onto her side. Charlie’s hooves kicked in the air for purchase as she flopped the rest of the way. She huffed in satisfaction before looking back up at Via with her round, ruby eyes, arms held out to grip and kneed at the fibers beneath.

Charlotte babbled before scooting up toward Via, moving like an inchworm just to get to her.

“What are you doing?” Octavia snorted, instantly stopping the Devil baby in her tracks by leaning over and plucking the tiny thing from the floor.

It was so easy, like picking up taxidermic armadillo paperweight to admire. Just a tad more wriggly and loud.

Charlie smiled widely again and lightly petted Via’s beak. “Mah!”

“Yes, I heard you the first time.” Octavia held the Antichrist close, for lack of any alternative. “You’re nuts, you know?”

The familiar whoosh and accompanying sparkling light of a portal opening up a few feet away had Octavia pulling Charlie to her chest tightly. It earned her a high-pitched bit of nonsense, but Via waited in fear for the figure on the other side to step through.

The becoming-familiar figure of Lucifer hopped through. “Hello girls!”

It took Octavia a moment to get her bearings. Charlie fussed in the owl princess’s loosening arms as Lucifer focused on the two of them.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry sweetie. Didn’t mean to startle you!” The King hunched in on himself to appear smaller, voice going low. “Mom said she had to step out and I got here as fast as I could.”

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting.” He continued. “Here, want me to take her?”

Octavia slowly gave Charlotte to her father, watching numbly as he lit up for the baby.

“Dah!” Charlie squealed.

“That’s right! Daddy’s here!” Lucifer kissed her brow, and Charlie was already enthusiastically babbling once more.

He looked back to Octavia. “I hope you weren’t waiting too long…?”

“No, he… he got here a few minutes ago.” Octavia answered.

Lucifer’s expression turned remorseful and subdued, even while Charlie grabbed at lapels. This was the fourth-going-on-fifth time Prince Stolas had come requesting his daughter’s return home, and the situation was becoming as sad as it was frustrating.

It was difficult for Lucifer personally. On one hand, he was a father, and he knew that he’d tear apart Heaven and Hell to keep Charlotte safe with himself and his wife. On the other hand, Octavia’s parents were definitely not Lucifer and his wife. Being around Stella and Stolas Goetia, especially at the height of their marriage falling apart at the seems and one attempting to kill the other — as well as the other flaunting their extramarital affairs (in front of Octavia for fuck’s sake) sounded like the opposite of safe.

“Hey,” Lucifer offered the Owl princess a hand while moving Charlie to his hip. “Are ya hungry? We’ve got a kitchen all the way on the opposite side of the house with anything you could ever want. Or oh! Maybe we could go to that arcade Mammon commissioned up here — Dag and Belphagor’s? I bet they have food, and non-rigged games! Well for us, anyway.”

Lucifer chuckled. And Via looked up at him for a long moment, sizing up the rather diminutive ruler of all Hell as he waited for her with utmost patience. Charlie mimicked him once she’d assessed the situation (as much as a baby could) and held out her hand to Octavia as well, with an energetic ‘Gah!’.

Via smiled before she took the offer. “Sure.”

#HCY #READER IS MOM AND LUCIFER IS DAD #Hazbin hotel #lucifer x reader #octavia goetia #helluva boss #Frustration is my inspiration #This is pointless fluff crack idfk

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🟪 we are tragically meant to be by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 1.5K] He looks softer in his sleep, Hawk muses; fingertips lightly skimming over the ridge of Tim’s cheek bone, the curve of his ear feeling the small indent from where the frames of his spectacles rest whenever he’s awake. Part 1 of fellow travelers

🟪 feeding on chaos and living in sin by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 2K] Tim doesn't expect Hawk to call. And even when he does, the call doesn't go as Tim expects. But then he should probably stop trying to predict what Hawkins Fuller will do. Part 2 of fellow travelers

🟪 more. by @redmyeyes // redmyeyes [E, 1.8K] "You would drop to your knees and blow me right here if I told you to," Hawk said, marveling at the realization. Part 2 of Fellow Travelers * *Red has their own series, not to be confused with fuddlewuddle's series of the same name. Two different series'--same name!

🟪 I'd walk a thousand miles without my shoes to make it work by @fuddlewuddle // fuddlewuddle [E, 1.5K] The strip of milk on Tim’s top lip gives Hawk ideas. Part 3 of Fellow Travelers

🟪 all through the midnight. by southernkiss [E, 9K] Hawk's eyes burned with lust and something dark, something that both terrified and excited Tim.

🟪 teacher's pet by @ascandalinpink // ascandalinpink [E, 10K, WIP] Tim’s first class for today is his first class ever in this particular elective. It’s a foreign affairs course taught by professor Fuller, whom Tim has never met, but he’s heard about him. All high praise, which leaves this course highly sought after.

As the professor enters the classroom and the chatter around him dies down, Tim understands perhaps why this course is so popular. And it might have nothing to do with the curriculum itself.

Or, Tim starts sleeping with and develops feelings for his college professor.

🟪 have you ever? by Cozy_coffee [M, 1.4K] “Has anyone ever licked that cute little ass of yours?”

A fic in which a bold Hawk introduces a somewhat shy Tim to the pleasures of rimming.

🟪 a joy, hard learned by @partialresonance // partialresonance [E, 12K, WIP] Tim and Hawk get snowed in together.

Later, Tim comes back from the war a changed man.

🟪 perhaps, perhaps, perhaps it's real by drabbleswabbles [NR, 16K, WIP] And then it happened. The metallic screech of the gate, the shuffle of men stepping out beyond the prison walls. And suddenly there he was. His hair was shorter than he’d ever seen it. And his glasses were different. But it was him. Their eyes met. Tim stared at him in wide-eyed shock before recognition melted his features into a confused outrage.

Basically a fix-it in which Hawk finds himself back in the early 70s.

🟪 sweet by Kimora_V [M, 1.4K] Tim noticed how Hawk is being sweet lately.

Or, what happened before the cuddle scene in episode 5.

🟪 this spells love by Cozy_coffee [M, 540] When Hawk gently cups his cheek and calls him ‘my beautiful boy’ and looks at him with nothing but pure, everlasting love, that is all Tim’s heart needed in this tender moment.

🟪 flame trees by @waterlilyrose // WaterlilyRose [G, 1K] (“I received a package from Marcus a few days later. It had been sent by Tim. I thought that Tim’s last gift (and a gentle fuck you to me) was that paperweight. But no...”

“What did he send?” Kimberley asked gently. Her father had looked at her and almost seemed ready to tell her… but then he closed his mouth.

“More than I deserved” was all the answer he gave. Kimberley wondered if he would even be Hawkins Fuller anymore if he didn’t have some secrets.)

Or, Hawk keeps Tim's final parting gift close as he faces his mortality.

🟪 lost somewhere by @trainofcommand // anagrrl [E, 1K] Humming to himself a little, fingers digging into his palms briefly, Tim leans forward.

🟪 together, here and now by Kimora_V [NR, 1.8K] Hawk and Tim are happy, set in the modern day. Because I am just tired of sad stories all the time.

🟪 love by ikharys [E, 1.8K] "It's going to be okay," Hawk whispers.

Something in Tim's eyes makes it clear that he doesn't believe it, but he's not willing to argue.

Or, the cabin scene, but a little different.

🟪 mad about the boy by @redmyeyes redmyeyes [E, 2.8K] “Tell me,” Hawk said, tilting Tim’s head back to give his forehead a quick kiss, “what does my boy want for his birthday?”

“Am I still? Your boy?” Part 3 of Fellow Travelers

🟪 you're my religion by anonymous [E, 956] After Tim and Hawk’s conversation on the bench, Tim does go to Church, and eventually finds that Hawk has attended the same mass.

Things go awry in the chapel.

🟪 i want you to fuck me by @carnivalrow // nightfall_in_winter [E, 2K] THAT scene from Episode 8 but slightly different. :) Chapter 1 is Hawk's POV, Chapter 2 is Tim's POV.

🟪 who do you belong to? by mrschesapeakeripper [E, 2.5K] “That’s my good boy.” All those years later, and the praise still made him blush.

Or, the missing scene from the mutual masturbation episode. None of that "no touching" nonsense.

#ftficrecs #fellow travelers fic recs #top rated fics #ftfics top rated fics #fellow travelers #fellow travelers fics #tim x hawk #hawkins fuller #tim laughlin #signal boost #ftfics collections #ftfics jan24

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copperbadge · 4 months

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Hello! I recently moved to Chicago for a job. As a local, do you have any recommendations for which museums and/or attractions to check out, and which to skip or leave for later? I’ve only been to the art institute so far, but I had a really nice time! Also, your resume tips helped me out a lot, so thanks for that!

Sorry for the delay in reply to this! I definitely wanted to respond sooner but some answers take longer than others :D

I did a bit of a writeup here recently so that's some starter reading, but let me just do a quick rundown of the big museums...

Art Institute -- you've already been so you know it's world-class! Make sure that when you're in the modern wing (as you enter) you look left, there's a whole bunch of galleries to the left that often go unexplored. Also in the original wing, at the main staircase, make sure you go downstairs to explore, the Thorne rooms are down there and so is the paperweight collection if they ever open it again.

Museum of Science and Industry -- always a great time, still has lots of weird old exhibits, but it's also easy to get lost in, so don't plan to see everything your first time out. This is especially fun to take visiting guests to. Don't miss the daily chick-hatching!

Field Museum -- even older and weirder than the MSI, but you can get a little trapped in exhibits (sometimes the only way in or out is to walk a long ways) so conserve your energy. The new Sue exhibit is kind of tucked back on an upper floor but DO NOT miss it, the light show is super fun.

Chicago History Museum -- you know I still haven't been? They have a great cafeteria, I've eaten there :) I'm given to understand it's a really fun museum.

Shedd Aquarium -- I like the Shedd but eh, it's an aquarium. The tickets on the website are pricey but if you buy in person there's a "just the fishes" option for like $8, problem is you usually have to stand in line for a while to get it.

Adler Planetarium -- it's fun, but unless you're a nut for outer space, the highlight is the planetarium show; I'd save this one for a rainy weekend when you just want to wander somewhere.

I truly love the dumb little Money Museum at the Fed, but I think it's still closed. If it isn't, it's a great way to spend an afternoon, lots of fun money to look at, but you will need legal ID and you have to go through a metal detector on your way in, so be prepared for that.

The Garfield Park Conservatory is a fantastic botanical garden; go in summer so you can enjoy the large outdoors space. If you go in the morning, they sometimes let you help feed the koi fish in the indoor ponds.

Lincoln Park Zoo is a lovely mainly-outdoor zoo, and has a lot of events, even in the colder months (zoolights, for example, and they have a summer 5K where I personally almost died from running but refused to let the camels witness that).

As you settle into the city you'll become more aware of what there is to see and do; you pick up a kind of rhythm of the place, so I do think just getting out and looking around the city is a good way to find fun activities. Chinatown (red line Chinatown stop) is fun to shop and eat in, and a great way to learn about the parks is to attend some movies in the parks this summer.

Welcome to the city and I hope you love it here!

#chicago

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doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou · 10 months

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Hi I like your writing so much :)

I was wondering if you could do lesso x reader where reader is the first morally grey teacher after the schools unite.

Ever-Never

> lady lesso x fem!reader

> requested? yes!

> content/warnings: arm pulling, D being oblivious

> a/n: so sorry for the delayyy, i had to fix my requirements for college, but here it is!

“Why do we need to hire new people again?” Lesso asked whilst playing with a paperweight.

Dovey sighed and rolled her shoulders. She's been trying to get Lesso to lighten up as it's been weeks after Rafal's return. “Yes! We need to hire new people to teach subjects that Evers and Nevers have in common!”

Lesso leaned against her chair. “Subjects like ‘Evoking Magic'?”

Dovey gave Lesso a grin and clapped her hands. “Now you're getting it!” This made Lesso roll her eyes and mumble. “I wish I hadn't.”

Letting the paperweight drop on her desk, Lesso looked at Dovey and asked. “Why do Nevers and Evers need this subject?” She pointed at the third subject suggestion on the paper.

Furrowing her brows, Dovey leaned forward and looked at what Lesso is pointing. “Music Invocation? Why yes! Emma suggested it and I couldn't help it! Music has been part of both the Evil and Good side of the story!”

“The program name is quite... misleading to most students.”

“You mean your students?”

With that, Lesso motioned for Dovey to get out before she could not help herself and fling the paperweight towards her counterpart.

---

“And that is the library, and a corridor down is Yuba's office–” You blurred Dovey's voice as you looked around the area. Although you graduated years before Dovey became Dean, you couldn't help but stare at the castle interior in awe.

“-and here we are!” Dovey stopped in front of a huge door, making you bump into her and drop your flute.

“Oh! So sorry about that.”

Dovey gave you a grin and put her hands on your shoulders. “It's quite fine, I know how nerve-wracking this can be!” She said whilst brushing the dust off your dress.

Fumbling down to get your flute, you let out a chuckle and looked at Dovey. “Oh, I'm not nervous. Just dazed, that's all.” With your words, Dovey raised her eyebrow.

“Pray tell why.” Dovey gave you a smile and opened your new classroom full of instruments and music sheets.

“Well I've been here be– Woah!” You started yet stopped as you saw the whole room. Every nook and cranny, you could see music related items. From the thinnest baton to the largest organ you ever saw in your life. Stepping inside the room,you immediately went near the piano on the right side.

As you played a note, Dovey smiled and leaned against the wall, watching you intently. Clearing her throat, Dovey closed the door and sat on a chair next to her. “Y/N... may I ask?”

Stopping your movements, you looked up towards Dovey's figure. “Yes, of course.” you said as you fumbled to get a chair to sit on.

“How does Emma know of you?”

Biting your lips, you gave Dovey a nervous chuckle as you fiddled with your dress. “Oh well– uh–”

Your stuttering was interrupted as someone opened the door and barged in without notice. “You! Have you seen Dovey? And what are you doing out of class?”

A red-headed figure walked towards you and grabbed your arm, pulling you upwards. Wincing at the harshness of her actions, you gave Dovey a scared look. To which the Dean of Good answered with a gasp and a shout. “Lesso! Put her down!”

Freezing at her counterpart's voice, Lesso tightened her grip on your arm. “Now!” With that, Lesso pushed you back on your chair and turned towards Dovey.

“Dovey. I was looking for you.”

“Now you've found me.” Dovey huffed and walked towards Lesso to grab the Dean of Evil by the arm and drag her out of the room. “I'll let Emma know you're here, Y/N.”

With that, Dovey and Lesso left you alone in your room.

---

“And she pulled you? Upwards? By the arms?”

You huffed as you rolled your eyes at Emma's constant questions about what happened. You explained to her what happened yet she cannot comprehend that Lesso did, in fact, drag up upwards by the arm. “Yes. How many times do I have to tell you!”

Emma chuckled at the tone of your voice and took your arm. “Well then, let's have lunch with your now ‘archenemy’.” She stated while making air quotations.

Rolling your eyes, you tried to shrug off Emma's hands but to no avail, you just let her hang on your arm. “Keep saying that and you'll be my archenemy.”

Nodding to the fairies as they opened the hall door for both of you, Emma laughed. “Ha! As if I haven't been your archenemy your whole life.” This made the students near the hearing range look up from their lunch to both of you.

Shaking off her arm, you shushed her by putting a finger on her lips. “Shush, my dear. Let us go and eat. I am famished.” Then you left her in the middle of the hall and sauntered to the tables.

As you neared the tables, you saw Dovey give you an excited grin. “Oh you're here! I assume Emma has given you the continued tour of the school.” Mention her name and she shall arrive, Emma suddenly appeared beside you making you jump and put a hand over your chest.

“Sweet heavens!” you closed your eyes as soon as you looked beside you and saw Emma's face a few inches away from yours.

Giving you a smirk, Emma poked your cheek and said. “That's the first time you said ‘heavens’ to my face.”

Pushing her away, you shot Emma a glare and walked towards Dovey. “Professor Dovey.”

Looking up from her lunch, Dovey gave you a smile. “Oh Clarissa is fine, dear.”

Sensing that Emma was beside you, you rolled your eyes and huffed. “Clarissa, where will I sit?”

“Oh!” Dovey stood up from her chair and leaned towards you. “Well, on the Ever side, dear.”

Widening your eyes, you glanced beside you and saw Emma's face contort into a more serious one. “That's the problem, Clarissa.” She answered for you.

Narrowing her eyes at the Head of History, Dovey asked. “How is that a problem? If she's an Ever then–” Dovey gasped and put a hand over her mouth. “Unless, Y/N is a Never?”

“My sister has her faults but she is not a Never.” Now, Emma's voice arose, making the people in short range look towards her.

“Sister?!” Lesso and Dovey said simultaneously.

“Yes, sister.” Emma rolled her eyes. “But that is not the issue, the issue is where does my Ever-Never sister sit?”

With Emma's revelation, you could hear the whole hall burst into whispers. Ever-Nevers were rare. The only known Ever-Never was Robin Hood, and to this day he was widely known as an Ever, not both.

Closing your eyes, you sighed and listened to Emma argue with Dovey as to where you would sit. After a minute of them arguing, a figure cleared their throat behind you. “Do sit with us, we have a vacant chair.”

Looking up, you saw the redhead that grabbed you by the arm earlier next to you. Giving her a grateful smile, you nodded and motioned for her to lead the way.

Pulling a chair next to her, you sat down and watched as she sat beside you. “I apologize.”

Raising your eyebrow, you shot her a questioning look. “For earlier. When I pulled you up by the arm.” Biting your lips, you gave her a smile. “It's quite fine...?”

Looking at you with wide eyes, Lesso put her cutlery down. “Oh, Lesso. Dean of the School for Evil.”

“Well then, Oh, Lesso–” you chuckled in her direction. “It's fine.”

You turned to the plate in front of you and started getting dishes you preferred. “And, thank you for apologizing.”

#school for good and evil #lady lesso x reader #clarissa dovey #leonora lesso x reader #emma anemone #professor anemone #professor dovey

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