Oct 10, 2017
Summary: Hange conspires to pimp Erwin out for a night through a bachelor auction.
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Summary: Hange conspires to pimp Erwin out for a night through a bachelor auction.
A man at work today said outstanding and i immediately had flashbacks of fo4 and how badly i wanted Danse to whisper that into my ass
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@theowlandthefinch here’s the fic I promised you!
(For you guys that are confused, Hailey loves Dark’s desk in a more than platonic way, so she’s getting fics and drawings because we all want to spread her love.)
The Desk (also posted on a3o)
Walking down the long hallway, Hailey came to a closed wooden door. Shifting the box in her hands to one arm, she knocked on the door and called out softly, “Mr. Dark sir? I have your package.” Hailey slowly opened the door and peeked around the corner when she heard no answer.
The room was empty.
Her boss was known for having a short and vicious temper so perhaps it would be best to just leave his package inside the doorway. Hailey opened the door farther and stepped inside. Setting the box down Hailey turned to leave but frozen when a shining wood surface caught her eye.
Could it be…?
Yes, yes it was! A mahogany desk! Hailey loved desks, more than any other earthly object. And this was her chance to get a closer look at one rarely seen.
Not fully aware of her actions Hailey pressed the door shut and crossed the room with bated breathe.
Standing a foot away from it, she stared wide eyed. There were no imperfections, not a scratch or a ding. It was empty of any paperwork or stationary. It could probably rival Dark in intimidation.
Speaking of her boss, he would have no idea if she touched it, right?
Hailey glanced around the empty room, as if he could be hiding and watching her somewhere.
Deciding she was just being paranoid, Hailey turned back to her interest and placed a hand flat on the surface. As she did so her eyes fluttered shut and a shudder ran through her body.
It was better than she had ever dreamed. So smooth and slightly warm to the touch.
When a tingling sensation traveled up from the desk, Hailey couldn’t hold back a breathless moan. “O-Oh!”
After a few seconds Hailey opened blurry eyes to find herself kneeling on the ground, upper torso draped on the desk.
“Do you even know what you do to me, Daddy Darky’s Desk?”
“…” The desk responded.
Hailey laughed and laid her head down on her arm to murmur, “Of course you would say that. But you know how much I want you.”
The desk spoke low, uncertain. “…”
“That doesn’t matter! I want to keep my planners in you, to write on your top, to spend every moment with you in my room.” Hailey rubbed her hand across the furnish, petting it. “I want your wood.”
The desk was silent.
Hailey sighed, standing up and straightening her clothes. “I get it. But I will come back,” she said as she walked to the door.
“…”
Hailey turned back with a smile. “Forever, my love. Forever.” And then she walked out the same way she came, scheming how she could get her new precious desk through the door.
Ok but what if:
We have a rogue Viktor Nikiforov-Katsuki waiting for his very sexy husband to leave his very rigorous practice and he starts getting impatient and makes that pouty face until he gets the idea to serenade him outside the rink in the hopes that sexy times may occur in the foreseeable future.. Now, he doesn’t choose just ANY song to entice his lovely Yuuri. Oh. No. He chooses the one he knows thinks describes the situation perfectly: Jason Derulo’s In My Head. Naturally Mila and Georgi coo at the idea of young love (even if Viktor does this kind of shit on a regular basis), Yurio is gagging in the corner with Otabek rubbing his back soothingly (B/C poor angry Russian kitten can’t live without his warm, understanding Kazak Bear), poor Yakov is looking like he’s going to have an aneurysm in the corner.... and Yuuri.... Well... Yuuri is unimpressed but secretly loves it. Yuuri somehow maintains his “I’m not even remotely amused face” until they get home, once again causing “The Pout”, when a wild Eros!Yuuri appears and pins Viktor to the wall (he doesn’t mind one bit, no sir-ee.) “Well, Vitya? Am I fullfilling your fantasies now?” And the poor fool can only drool and nod. Needless to say, Viktor now has a very... healthy appreciation for American Pop music.
You know What? Fuck it!
I'll do more sins of "bendy and the ink machine"!!! HA! Maybe i'll regret it but... That's ok!!! C':
Writing Prompt #124
“I, um…thanks for breakfast.” “It’s no trouble at all! Well, as long as you don’t make noises swallowing that the way you did last night.”