built in bench

Overwatch fic: The catdads and that time they met up with McCree after the Fall.

Remember when I said I was writing this, a year and a day ago?  No warnings.  The cut is just for length.
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Jesse’s clients showed him the documentation on his targets before he took the job, and it’s pretty clear he’s after a real pair of desperadoes.  These two have left a trail of bodies, theft, and occasional devastation in their wake from one hemisphere to the other, and he reckons it’s about time someone put a stop to it.

When they nail him in an ambush, he realizes that someone’ll have to be someone else.

His arms get pinned from behind by a grip that feels like a bear’s, claws and all.  The other one drops down in front of him from an awning three stories up and then uncoils from his crouch like he’s made of shock absorbers.  “Jesse McCree,” that one says in a low growl of a voice.  Grand, being recognized always goes so well for him. “You look like a werewolf, kid.”

The man holding him laughs.  It sounds beyond rough, almost inhuman, and kinda smug.  Jesse knows it well.  He’s heard that insult more than a few times, too.

“Well, damn,” he says faintly as the shock sets in.  

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Back Door Grab and Go. A comfy place to perch isn’t all this space has to offer. Storage under the seat provides a perfect spot for stowing items out of sight. Bonus: Consider painting your wall the same color as built-ins for a complete custom look.

(via We Heart It)

Luke Hemmings Smut

The music blared from the speakers as you and your best friend, Luke, lounged by the pool. Your parents were gone for the weekend which meant that you had the huge house to yourself. As soon as they had left you had called Luke and he had arrived within thirty minutes, his bags for the weekend in his hand.

The fact that your parents were gone meant that you and Luke could do whatever the two of you wanted. You had already raided the liquor cabinet, helping yourselfs to whatever your hearts desired. It also meant that you could play your music over the speakers without your mother yelling at you to turn it down. The closest neighbors were at least a half mile away so you had no problem turning the music up as loud as you wanted. The spacious yard was also surrounded by large pine trees which helped minimize the noise.

By now the two of you had been drinking for a while and you could feel the alcohol flowing throughout your body. Your eyes kept flickering towards Luke, mesmerized by him. You were laughing at everything he was saying and doing.

However, not only was the alcohol affecting you, it was doing the same to Luke. His blue eyes were glued to you as he danced around the pool, making you laugh. He was also becoming much more talkative and acting more like an idiot than normal in your opinion.

As you watched Luke dance, the song that was playing slowly faded out of the speakers only to be replaced by a much slower song. Luke walked around the pool and over to you holding his arm out in front of him.

“Dance with me,” he begged, his blue eyes wide.

Giggling, you placed your hand in his and he pulled you against him. His hands rested on the small of your back as you wrapped your around his neck.

Together the two of you swayed back and forth to the beat of the music. A giggle erupted from your lips as you looked up at Luke.

“What’s so funny, Y/N?” he asked.

“Look at us,” you gestured. “We must look like such a sight. You in your bathing suit and me in my workout clothes still.”

As the song came to an end, neither of you made an attempt move to leave. However, the next song began to play breaking the two of you out of your trance. Luke’s hands dropped from your waist as the both of you took a step away from each other.

You began to giggle as Luke grabbed his drink from the table and sat down in one of the lawn chairs.

“What’s so funny Y/N?” he asked, confused.

“I used to strip for Jake to this song,” you said, referring to your ex boyfriend.

“Well you can always strip for me,” Luke joked.

Giggling, you took three steps towards Luke and stopped in front of him. You began to slowly sway your hips to the music as Luke let out a laugh before taking out a drink. His blue eyes widened as your hand traveled over your chest and down towards your shorts. Slowly, you lifted up the hem of your shirt and placed a single finger inside the waistband of your shorts.

Your other hand lifted your shirt up slightly, revealing part of your stomach, teasing him. Luke squirmed in his chair as he watched you lift your t shirt up, flashing him your hot pink sports bra for a brief moment. Taking the remaining steps towards Luke, you grabbed his hands and moved them to your waist.

“Take it off,” you whispered in his ear.

His hands shook as he gently pulled your t shirt over your head. Taking a step back, you slowly turned around, shaking your hips as you walked towards the lounge chair where your phone was currently laying.  

Your phone was connected to the bluetooth speakers and you picked it up, pressing the repeat button for the song before placing it back on the chair.

When you turned around to face Luke, his eyes were glued to you. He motioned for you to come back and you obliged. When you reached him, he placed his hands on your hips but you swatted them away.

“You’re not allowed to touch yet,” you said.  

Placing his hands on the armrests, you sat down on his lap, straddling him. Your arms snaked around his neck, as you rocked your hips against him. With each movement you could feel his erection press against your core. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luke’s hands form into fists and you smiled. He was melting underneath your touch.

You buried your head against his shoulder, placing kisses along his neck. He groaned as you gently bit his neck, working your way towards his mouth. Your lips met his as you kissed him roughly, still rocking your hips against his.

His hands moved to your thighs and this time you didn’t push them away. He rubbed them three times stopping short at the material of your shorts. On the fourth time, his hands went underneath the fabric and continued until his fingers brushed against your underwear. You felt a finger slip beneath the fabric and run along your folds. You placed your hands on his arms and gently pulled them away from you and back to the arm rests.

“Not yet,” you whispered.

Luke groaned as you stood up and stepped out of your shorts, revealing your black underwear. Luke’s eyes moved over your body as you sat back down on him. You could feel his erection pressing against your core even more now that your shorts were gone. Leaning down, you began to leave kisses along his toned chest and over his stomach.

“Y/N, you’re fucking killing me,” Luke whined.

Reaching over, you untied his bathing suit and he raised his hips, allowing you to pull his swimsuit and boxers down. His erection sprang free and you rocked your hips forward, brushing it against your underwear as Luke moaned.

Scooting backwards, you moved off the chair and kneeled in front of Luke. Your hand wrapped around his length as you pumped it a few times, pre cum pooling around the tip.

“You keep that up I’m going to explode before we fucking do anything else,” Luke growled.

His hands grasped your shoulders as he pushed you away and stood up. He held out his hand and you placed yours in it as he pulled you up. His hands moved to the back of your thighs as he easily picked you up.

“Let’s go somewhere a little more private,” he said, kicking off his swimsuit and boxers as he began to move.

He carried you a couple hundred feet to the outdoor shower., kicking the wooden open the wooden door, revealing a large shower. When he stepped inside the showerhead began spitting water, due to the automatic sensor.

His blonde hair turned dark from the water as he placed you down. He reached towards you and lifted your sports bra over your head, tossing it to the floor. His hands moved to your wet breasts as he squeezed them before pinching your nipples. You moaned as his lips moved down your wet body and tugged on the waistband of your underwear. His hands slid them down your body before you kicked them off.

He placed a hand on your stomach and pushed you against the wall as he lips moved towards your core. You moaned as his tongue ran along your folds and circled over your sensitive spot.

“Holy fuck Luke,” you breathed.

Just as you felt your high approaching Luke removed his tongue and stood up facing you.

“What the hell? I was close!”

“Now you know how I feel,” Luke replied.

He sat down on the built in bench, his erection standing up. You walked over and straddled him, noting how attractive how when he was covered in water.  Your lips met his as he began to kiss you roughly, rocking your hips against his.

His hips moved forward and without warning he slammed into you. You gasped as he filled you up and began thrusting, leaving no time to waste. You were not expecting this from Luke. He was always so gentle and quiet you did not think he would be the type to have quick and rough sex.

You buried your head against his shoulder, biting down as he rocked his hips roughly against yours. Your body moved up and down and you could feel his length hitting the right spot with every thrust.

His fingers dug into your waist as he held onto you.

A knot began to form in your stomach as you felt your high quickly approaching.

“I’m close,” you warned him.

“Me too,” he replied.

With three more thrusts he told you to let go and the two of you released together. Your body instantly became weak from the sensation and you didn’t move for a moment. Even though you were completely soaked from the shower you could yourself sweating.

“Are you always that rough?” you asked, lifting your head up to look at him.

He blushed. “The rougher the better,” he replied.

You laughed as you slowly stood up, grabbing ahold of his shoulders to steady yourself.

Luke stood up and you wrapped an arm around his waist as the two of you walked back to the pool to pick up the clothes that you had discarded, joking that there was going to be another round of stripping later. Expect this time Luke was going to be the one stripping.

That Night In New Mexico. (Chapter One)

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader. (Eventually)

Summary: Y/N Lewis never thought that she would meet a Norse god, much less be the soulmate of one. Nor did she think that her sister would be the soulmate of some agent at equipment stealing FBI type “company” called S.H.I.E.L.D. But hey, who said life was easy?

A/N: I got this idea a while ago while watching Thor, and I’m finally writing it. This part is just a copy of the novelization, besides the added character - Reader - and the whole soulmate concept, but in future chapters it will all be original. Also, this chapter focuses more on Jane.

Sorry for any typos!

Warnings: Hitting people with a car by accident?

Word Count: 4,541. (Ow)


The desert air was dry and still. In the small town of Puente Antiguo, New Mexico, the stores were closed for the night, and the houses were quiet. The local residents were tucked inside, eating dinner or watching television. Parked in the only street that led in and out of town was an old, beat-up Pinzgauer utility vehicle. A young woman sat in the driver’s seat, staring out at the desert just beyond, while next to her, an older gentleman read through various papers on his lap.

The van started up and headed out of town into the dark desert. For a while, there was only the sound of the wind through the open windows and there occasional beep from the computers.

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So I built this bench for our apartments hallway. We needed a place to put on our shoes and I had a little bit of time. The material is oak and I just finished it with a hand plane. It fits in really well and finally putting on shoes isn’t a hassle anymore ;)

Loopy

AU spinoff of #TFW adopts a monster ‘verse, set in an animal adoption center.

Warnings: some indistinct shadows of smutty thoughts

Words: 2,700

Shoutout to @fantastically-fictional for sparking this idea, and happy belated birthday to @thebest-medicine!

“Thank you. This room will be open again after feeding time is over.”

Castiel ushers the last visitors out into the hallway as he follows. The door, honey-colored wood with a large pane of wired glass embedded in its upper half, clicks shut behind him, followed by the light hiss of the sealant system. The pheromones that would shortly pump into the room are fairly harmless to people, but it always sends the critters inside into a bit of a tizzy, and rowdy animals don’t get adopted. Cas had been hired here less than two weeks ago, but that much is already obvious.

The three-year-old girl with the purple coat is fussing at the closed door. Her tiny fingers curl at the frame of the glass, trying in vain to pull herself up to see the “woopers” some more, until her father deftly redirects her toward the kitty room down the hall.

Cas has never understood why people liked loopers, anyway. Cats are soft and cute, and the shelter cycles through them at a good pace. Dogs are enthusiastically loving, although loud, and their playfulness is always a hit with families. Sure, loopers can be great service animals, and most kids weirdly like them, but what’s the appeal in a pet that is neither fluffy nor adorable? Invisible animals have to lose the novelty sooner or later; not to even mention the tentacles. (Cas squirms his shoulders uncomfortably.) Plus, feeding them is bizarre. The artificial pheromones have gotten a lot better at fulfilling the looper’s nutritional needs over the last decade or so, but still. Feeding a pet via gas chamber is never going to seem normal to Cas.

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