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Playful Dinner

Requested by @theelitevillian: 81. “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear.” with Marty Scurll please :D

Word Count: 641

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Originally posted by mith-gifs-wrestling


You couldn’t wait to get home and sleep because you were exhausted. You were with Marty today doing countless promotions for the Bullet Club. From a photoshoot bright and early in the morning to a very long meet and greet right after. Right now, you and Marty were on the way to a scheduled dinner with some representatives from Hot Topic, along with the Bucks, to discuss launching more BC merchandise nationwide.

You would totally knock out to sleep but the only thing that kept you wired up was the way Marty looked tonight. You’ve been drooling over him after seeing how sexy he was in his trunk for the shoot. Your dirty thoughts went wild looking at him in those tight skinny jeans he wore at the meet and greet; damn did his ass look so freaking fine in them. But now, you were staring at him focusing on the road in a full tux. Man, your boyfriend so was damn sexy. You bite your lip and you wiggled in your seat needing to feel anything.

You leaned over and placed a hot kiss on Marty’s sweet spot behind his ear.

“Babe, not right now okay? I’m driving love.” Marty chuckled.

“Yeah, but you look so sexy in your suit and I’m just dying to take it off.” You seductively whispered into his ear.  

Marty parked the car in front of the restaurant before he turned to you returning a kiss. “As tempting as you are, we have to get to the Bucks inside. We’re already late.”

You sighed as Marty got out of the car. You followed him into the restaurant to the private room in the back where the Bucks were waiting. You and Marty luckily got there before the representatives did.

You couldn’t stop staring at Marty and it just made you get even more hotter. You just wanted this all to be over and get your boyfriend to yourself and have your fun.

Maybe you could end the night faster.

Right as you thought that, the representatives came through the door. You all got up and greeting them with hellos and handshakes.

Everyone took their seats and the dinner started.

Throughout the dinner, you constantly teased Marty. Whether it was giving him sexy glances when no one was looking, leaning over so he can see down your dress or resting your hand on his thigh, you knew it was working. With every action you can see Marty clinch his jaw with the slightest sweat building up on his forehead.

You moved your hand back to his thigh and moved it up closer to his crotch as Nick made a joke that had everyone laughing.

Marty leaned over to you and whispered, “Love, you better stop this. You’re gonna regret it.” as he moved your hand back into your lap.

You couldn’t take it anymore, you wanted Marty now.

Right when Marty lifted his drink to his lips, you took his hand and placed it under your dress and said, “I think you’ll be happy to know that I’m not wearing any underwear and I’m all wet for you.”

Marty choked on his drink. Bullseye. You got him.

“Whoa there Marty. Best you slow don’t there on that drink huh?” Matt said.

“Yeah. You know it’s getting pretty late, so me and (Y/N) are gonna head home now.”

“It’s not even midnight yet.” Nick added.

“Yes but I have a plane to catch early in the morning. Thank you for opportunity you are giving the Bullet Club. Bucks, I’ll see you. Have a goodnight.

Marty grabbed his jacket and quickly dragged you out of the restaurant.

“Darling, you are so in for a good punishment tonight.” Marty said as he started to car and raced out of the lot.

You couldn’t wait to get back home.

“I love you”

(Obviously, credit to whoever made this gif)

Pairing: McKirk

Summary/Prompt: “Look, I don’t have much time, but I wanted to say I love you.”

Warnings/Rating: References to sex

Word count: 391

Beta’d: No

Permatags:  @auduna-druitt, @yourtropegirl, @goodnightwife, @thinkwritexpress-official @captainsbabysitter-blog, @shewolf-2013 @the-space-goddess-16  @mustanglegends @outside-the-government@emmkolenn

Mckirk tag:  @meterorite-queen

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“Where are you so in a rush to get to?” Leonard asked as Jim scrambled to pull his boots on.

“I have a meeting with Captain Pike,” Jim answered in a rush.

“It’s Saturday. Thought we were going to breakfast.” Leonard got out of bed stretching.

“I’m sorry. Lunch?”

“I’m picking the place.”

“Ok,” Jim answered offhandedly as he straightened his cadet reds.

“Did you even hear what I said?”

“Lunch. You’re picking the place.” He turned around before walking over to Leonard and pecked his cheek. When he turned to walk away, he was stopped by a hand on his wrist. “Bones…”

“I just want a proper kiss,” Leonard said when Jim faced him before giving the blonde a quick kiss.

Jim pulled back after a moment and looked at the clock. “Shit, I’m going to be late.” He scrambled to grab his bag off his bed. “See you at lunch. I love you,” he called over his shoulder as he walked out.

Leonard stared at the entry way speechless. By the time he managed to speak, the door had already closed behind Jim.

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Leonard didn’t bring it up at lunch. Or at dinner. Or at all for the rest of the day. Jim didn’t say anything about it either so Leonard just left it be, assuming it was some sort of slip of the tongue and Jim didn’t mean it like that. He didn’t mean it the way deep down Leonard hoped he did.

As the two of them laid tangled together under the sheets, sticky with sweat and cum, Jim tilted his head from where it rested on Leonard’s shoulder and kissed his jaw.

“I meant what I said earlier,” Jim said softly.

“That you wanted me to fuck you?”

Jim snorted. “Well, yes, but I was referring to what I said this morning.”

Leonard tensed up a little.

“You don’t have to say it back. I just thought you should know.” He hesitated for a moment, then said, “Just thought you should know I love you.”

Leonard remained silent, then turned his head and kissed Jim’s forehead. “Thank you. Really, Jim, thank you.” He hesitated another moment before asking, “You’re ok with this, right? Me not saying it.”

“Yeah. I did say that you don’t have to say it back.”

Leonard smiled and pulled Jim closer.

i’d be doing draw streams super often if i had a viable setup for it ;-; i’m like, already excited for the future, it just seems like something i’d love to do regardless of viewer count, it’d be so fun to talk with people and/or multistream w/ friends while drawing…

So I was reading an article on ANN today, having a fine time, entertainingly written and all. And then I hit a wall.

A wall that demanded I get my gaytective gear out for One Last Job (pardon the scan quality - I had to use my own collection). 

Because my dudes of all genders, let me tell you, they’re right. There’s no chemistry to be found in Petshop of Horrors. 

We all know, after all, that flowers around a meaningful meeting in josei? Means nothing.

A common sentiment from a man who openly hates and resents the human race, which the chapter up to this point was written around emphasizing. 

That tsundere. 

THERE IS NO BONDING OR CHEMISTRY GOING ON HERE. IGNORE IT. 

Presented without commentary. 

And certainly other characters never pick up on anything either.

From friends, to say….

…total strangers…

…domestic disputes….

IN THE MIDDLE OF A DIRE SERIES OF EVENTS

And the series ends with a separation that Leon refuses to accept, leading him to leave the law behind entirely to pursue D on his own, just for the chance of meeting him again. As though the center around which the series spins was the progress of this relationship from pure hatred to complicated obsession.

…..Sorry what was I saying? 

Impulse Buying, literally

Pet Shop of Horrors x Harry Potter

“Are you here to purchase?” a soft voice asked, startling Harry.

He felt a cold shiver go down her spine and he did his best to act unfazed. It wasn’t often that people managed to sneak up on him. He could count on one hand the number of people who could, and most of them were dead.

“Just…browsing,” Harry said. He turned to look at the speaker and realized that this person wasn’t human. If he was, then Harry would eat his hat. There was an inhuman aura about him that average people would likely dismiss as just eccentric or unsettling. Magic was more useful and he knew he had to be careful.

“Is this your store?” he asked just to be polite.

He was gifted with a smile so fake it probably invented plastic. “My grandfather owns it, I’m just watching over this for him.” A contemplative look settled on the storekeepers face. “What is it that you seek?”

If Harry were a betting man, he’d have said that he imagined the shadows squirming at that. But he knew better.

“What do you sell?” he asked, pretty sure he’s just digging himself deeper.

“This is a pet shop. We sell all manner of creatures, from all over the world,” was the reply. Harry was sure he didn’t imagine the glint of mischief in those mismatched eyes.

He pursed his lips and said, “Magical creatures, you mean.”

The storekeeper started. Then he smiled. “I see that you are a fairly magical young man yourself. I think I have the perfect pet for you.”

All his warning senses were telling him he really had to get out of the store. Sheer curiosity made him follow the storekeeper to the back of the store.

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“Harry,” Hermione said in that really calm tone that said she was holding back shrieks. Ron called it the calm before the storm.

“Yes Hermione?” he asked, not looking at her. It made his self-preservation instincts scream, but he didn’t want to face the music. Not while he was sober.

“There’s a nine-tailed fox on your sofa,” she said in that same calm voice. “And it’s eating a bag of rats.”

“I’m aware,”

“Why is it on your sofa?” she prodded, voice rising. Harry took that as the warning bell and dropped the book he was using to try and reject reality. It was useless and it didn’t work anyway.

“Because it didn’t like sleeping on the floor?”

“Harry!”

Harry cringed and turned to face her. Hermione’s hair was trying to escape the tight braids and her eyes were flashing.

“I accidentally acquired a nine-tailed fox when I travelled to America. I mean, they always said you can get anything in Chinatown, and whoa, they meant that literally,” he babbled.

Hermione sighed. “Only you, Harry.” Utterly resigned. It was unfair, Harry didn’t even mean to buy the fox. He’d ended up signing a contract for it though, only half-aware of the terms and conditions to keep it. He would think Imperius, except he could throw it off all the time.

The fox, who he’d dubbed Hermes, let out a little foxy smile that he’d realized heralded mischief.

“Oh no you don’t,” Harry said seriously, pointing at the fox. “Keep your mischief away from Hermione.”

Hermione stood up quickly. “Harry, your fox is glowing,” she said, perfectly wary.

Harry, already resigned to his fate, didn’t groan. 

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Mostly, I’m just disappointed in people for not making more crossovers of this.

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@elzariel & anons, thanks for your suggestions!
We were thinking about making her as an otter because they do that cute thing with their little paws, like when they open the clams, and she’s and engineer. But as a bird it make so much sense and we had to give it a try!

It’s up to vote again, what you all think it suits her best?

Keep in mind that she’ll be the younger [out-thinker] of the story and the colors are painted on her fur/feathers!
She also travel on Orisa (she’ll be and elephant)