• Velcro boyfriend.
• He's always bringing you weird objects and artefacts, eager to engage in what you can only describe as show and tell. It brings him no end of joy if you actually pay attention to what he's saying and ask questions. He will answer them so happily. Please listen to him yap.
• This man is strong (he WAS a farmer for years, after all) and he WILL pick you up. He loooves to hold his s/o, pick them up, spin them around, princess carry them- He'll take any excuse to have you in his arms!
• You better bet he'll smother you in kisses while he's got ya there, he's not at all shy about it.
• Gives the beeest hugs. Warm, tight, and snuggly. He might lift you off the ground and swing you a little before putting you back down.
• Loves PDA. He's more than happy to show off his wonderful partner and how in love the two of you are—and how you're ALL his! They can't have ya!! You're his treasure—and, of course, he's yours!
• Sleeping in the same bed can be a challenge. He snores, he clings, he flops all around like a fish out of water, he kicks off the blankets and the sheets, he drools, he mumbles and jabbers on nonsensically at random intervals... And yet, he always wakes up before you.
• He wakes you up with pokes and kisses. You open your eyes to his big green eyeballs peering at you with unadulterated adoration and a big boyish smile on his face. "Good morning my love! Ready to start the day?"
• He doesn't want to start it without you.
• This man does everything in his power to entertain you and make you laugh. He's your clown. The sound of your laugh is music to his ears, the way you look when you're happy, the glimmer in your eyes when you look at him—these things are everything to him. When you're feeling down, he makes it his life's mission to chase those blues away. He's never making the same mistakes of his past again.
• He showers you in gifts. Something catch your eye in a store window while you were walking by? It's yours. No questions asked.
• It might be a little too much-!
• You have to communicate with this man and tell him what you want, otherwise he'll keep trying everything. He gets the wires crossed a bit between what he thinks you'll like and what you actually like.
• He has trouble taking hints. Don't beat around the bush, otherwise he'll overthink until there's smoke coming out of his ears. If you're vague, he'll read into everything you say then arrive at some WILDLY incorrect conclusion. Miscommunications will happen often if you aren't upfront.
• He has boundless energy up until the end of the day. Then he crashes like a ten ton boulder sinking into the ocean.
• He makes up puzzles just for you. You don't like puzzles...? Eh, you'll come around eventually! Hehehe...
• If you act interested in them, it will be like giving a mouse a cookie. He'll start hiding them everywhere just for you to find. Consider them love notes, like tokens of his affection.
AN: This one dedicated to @serenanight87 who keeps begging for more smut and is definitely getting coal in her stocking this year 😏
Content warning: set in a rehab clinic, mentions of suicide
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You had been in the rehab clinic for a little over three months now, and it was starting to look like you were going to be there over Christmas too. You could always discharge yourself, of course, as you were there voluntarily, but really you knew it was the right thing to stick around.
You were alone in the rec room, writing out a Christmas card to your family with a cigarette between your lips, when you heard the voice of one of the orderlies showing a new patient around.
“Oh, and there’s [Y/n]! Her room is right across from yours. [Y/n], you’ve got a new neighbour! This is Paul.”
You looked up to see that your new neighbour was a man in his late forties and strikingly handsome with a mop of blonde hair.
“Everyone calls me PL,” the handsome man said. He seemed stable enough, but then again so did a lot of people in this place until something went wrong.
“Well, how about I leave you two to get to know each other?” the orderly said before scurrying off, leaving you alone with PL.
You leaned back and looked him up and down as he sat down across the table from you with a sigh.
“Let’s see…” you said thoughtfully. “Suicide attempt?”
PL raised an eyebrow at you. “What makes you think that?”
“I have a radar for these sorts of things,” you grinned. “What’d you do?”
“Would you believe me if I said I was innocent?”
You laughed.
“Go on, you can tell me, it gets out eventually. I’ll show you mine, look.”
You pushed back your hair slightly to show him an angry red mark on the side of your head.
“My mam always did say I had a thick skull. Can’t even shoot myself right.”
PL stared at you, flabbergasted. “You shot yourself and survived?”
“Bullet couldn’t get past my skull. Rubbish bullet, if you ask me. Go on, then. I showed you mine, you show me yours.”
“I really didn’t try to kill myself,” PL insisted. “I slipped and fell into the bay. Doctors wouldn’t listen when I said it was an accident.”
“Ah… so you’re here involuntarily. Good luck with that! You’ll never get out.” You took a last puff from your cigarette and stumped it out. You glanced down at his hands, which were fidgeting slightly on the table. “Got a wife outside?” you asked.
“No. Got a husband?”
You scoffed. “Nope. Wanna fuck?”
“Do you proposition every newcomer here?”
“Nah. Just the hot ones. How about it? It has been a very long three months.”
PL looked you up and down, then shrugged. “Alright.”
***
A few minutes later, having dodged being spotted going back to the same room by an orderly, the door to your room closed behind you as PL pushed you up against it and locked his lips against yours. You opened your lips to let his tongue slip past, and already his hands were on your body, grabbing hungrily at you. You were horny and lonely, and he was hot, so you grabbed at him too, your lips separating briefly as you both pulled your tops off.
PL hesitated, staring at your body, one hand on your hip while the other caressed your breast through your bra.
“How old are you?” he asked quietly.
“Twenty-five. You?”
“Forty-nine. That alright?”
“Fine.”
“Good.”
He bent down on one knee and began nuzzling at your breasts, his nose caressing your skin as his tongue teased along the edge of your bra. He unzipped your trousers and pulled them down to your knees, causing you to gasp as the cold air hit your skin. His fingers danced along the edge of your knickers, then slid past to caress your lower lips.
Not having had sex in three months, you hadn’t groomed in all that time, but that didn’t seem to bother him. PL pulled down the cup of your bra and attached his lips to your nipple, at the same time pushing a finger up into you, easily aided by the liquid that had been pooling down there since you’d first laid eyes on him.
“Oh, fuck - PL…” you gasped, surprised that he was taking his time to explore you before even unzipping his trousers. You’d expected him to just ram it in as soon as he could, like every guy you’d ever been with before, but he seemed to be actually enjoying exploring your body.
Another finger joined the first, and you let out an embarrassing little whine when he scissored open his fingers, stretching your walls out. He let out a satisfied hum when he heard how much you were enjoying it, then with his spare hand he reached around your chest to unclasp your bra, which you promptly tossed aside.
PL released your breast from his mouth with a pop, leaving a shiny red mark behind around your nipple. He looked up at you, his amber eyes alight with mischief, and began thrusting his fingers up into you rapidly.
You cried out, and he had the nerve to shush you.
“Don’t want anyone to hear us, do we?” he said quietly, nodding at the door you were currently pressed up against.
“Bed,” you managed to say.
“If you insist.”
He withdrew his fingers from inside you, helped you step out of your trousers, and chuckled when you eagerly scurried over to your bed, which was hopefully far enough away that any orderlies walking by wouldn’t hear you. They never heard you touching yourself, or if they did they ignored it, but by the size of the bulge in PL’s trousers, you suspected you were going to be feeling a lot more pleasure today.
You sat on the side of the bed, and as soon as he got close enough, you hooked your finger under his waistband and pulled him closer.
“Someone’s eager,” he chuckled.
“Someone hasn’t been fucked in three months,” you replied with a grumble.
“Is that what you want?”
PL grabbed your wrists in his hands, stilling your fumbling attempts to get his trousers off.
“Do you want me to fuck you, [Y/n]?”
You looked up at him, and your cross expression only made him laugh.
“Yes. I think I made that pretty clear. Fucking ruin me, PL.”
“And you’re just across the hall from me…” PL said thoughtfully. He released your wrists from his grip, only to squeeze your cheeks to open your mouth, and he slid his fingers past your lips, and you tasted yourself on him.
“Suck me clean,” he growled. “Go on, I want to see how skilled you are with those lips of yours.”
You obeyed, wrapping your lips around his fingers entirely, your tongue running up and down his digits to lick your juices from his fingers. He watched you with a burning desire in his eyes while you took the opportunity while he was distracted to pull his trousers down, and you couldn’t help gasping around his fingers when his cock bounced out of his boxers. You could tell from his bulge that he was big, but you hadn’t realised he was that big.
PL chuckled and withdrew his fingers from your mouth. You reached for his cock, your mouth already open to take him, but he pulled your head back.
“Ah-ah,” he said, shaking his head. “If you do that, I might well finish before we get started. You said you wanted to fuck, and fuck we shall. Get on your back.”
“Yes, Daddy,” you said obediently, pushing yourself up the bed to lay your head on the pillows.
A strange look crossed PL’s face. “Don’t call me that.”
“Oh, sorry. Just slipped out.”
“It’s alright.” He pulled the rest of his clothes off until he was as naked as you, then climbed on top of you, crushing you beneath him with his weight, and you felt the tickle of his cockhead brushing against your thigh. His lips grazed against your neck, and he held your body flush against his, as if he knew how much the pressure of lying underneath him turned you on.
“Twenty-five, you say?” he mumbled as he raised his head to look at you.
“Yes,” you replied breathily, wondering why he was age checking you again.
“And you… know your parents?”
“God, I talk about them enough during therapy every week, I don’t want to talk about them now,” you complained, your hips wriggling underneath him as your cunt tried desperately to seek him out.
“But you do know them?”
You frowned at him. He was being completely bloody serious.
Well, maybe he was nuts enough to be here after all.
“Yeah, yeah, I know them. They’re paying for me to be here.”
“Alright.”
He slowly thrust his hips forward, his cock sliding against you, just missing where you wanted him, and you whined in frustration.
“PL, please, please, oh my god, I fucking need you to fuck me. Please, please…” You begged, almost crying with need, and PL sighed.
“Alright, alright! Jesus.”
He reached down between you and took his cock in his hand to guide it to your entrance.
“Yes, yes, PL, please, fuck - fuck!” You gasped as he finally, finally entered you, his girth stretching you out so sweetly as he sheathed himself inside you.
PL let out a long moan of satisfaction when he bottomed out inside you.
“Oh, that feels so good,” you sighed with relief, feeling that sweet burn you’d missed so much. And was it just because you’d gone so long without sex, or was the stretch even better than you remembered? Then again, PL was definitely the biggest cock you’d ever taken, and it felt fucking fantastic.
He began thrusting inside you, slowly, and he pushed himself up so that he was looking down at you, and all you could see above you was him, his gorgeous hairless chest and his pleasure-addled expression.
“Faster,” you begged, your hips trying fruitlessly to thrust up against him from below, but he had you too trapped to give you any space to move. “Please, faster, faster…”
“Hungry little thing, aren’t you?” PL smirked.
“Yes! Yes, I’m fucking desperate, PL, please. You can fuck me slowly some other time, we’ve got months, but I really need to be railed, please.”
“Alright, then.”
You groaned in relief as his hips snapped faster against yours, finally bringing you the pleasure you’d been craving so desperately. He felt so damn good inside you, just big enough to stretch you out without hurting, and when he sat up on his knees a little more, his angle changed and his cockhead found your G-spot, causing you to cry out in pleasure.
“Thought we didn’t want to get caught?” PL smirked.
“Don’t - care - fuck, that’s so good - god, you’re gonna make me cum so hard, PL…”
“Is that a promise?”
“Yes!”
PL grinned and threw his head back, his eyes closed, and you both lost yourselves in the ecstasy of your violent pleasure. There was nothing else in the world, nothing at all, just you and him and the smacking of his skin against yours, your groans and breathy mutterings of yes and please and so good.
Your groans peaked into a cry of pleasure when you felt PL’s thumb pressing at your clit, rubbing around the juices that were leaking from where the two of you joined. You grabbed at his thighs, desperate for more of him, and your nails dug into his skin as you felt an explosion of pleasure within you, causing your entire body to violently shake as you came harder than you had in what felt like an age.
With a gorgeous girl underneath him, screaming his name as she writhed in pleasure, what else could PL do but cum? Your channel clenched around him as he shot his seed inside you and you milked him dry for all he had. His groan was deep, guttural, animalistic and absolutely fucking beautiful.
He dropped your legs, his energy spent, and had to stop himself from collapsing on top of you, as much as you wanted his body weight on you.
“Fucking hell, [Y/n],” he panted. “I’d have gone to rehab a lot earlier if I’d known this was what it was like.”
You laughed. “A bunch of sad, isolated fucked up people confined to one building - what did you think was gonna happen?”
PL pulled out of you and rolled over to prop himself up on his elbow next to you. “And you say you’ve not fucked since you got here?”
You shrugged. “Doesn’t feel right… like I’m taking advantage of their vulnerability, y’know? But you’re hot, and you’re not supposed to be here either, so I figured it’s alright. Hang on, I gotta go to the bathroom.”
When you returned, PL was unfortunately now wearing his boxer shorts again, but he was still on your bed, so you took that as a win.
“What do you mean, I’m not supposed to be here either?” he asked curiously.
You froze in the middle of climbing underneath the blanket. Oh, damn. You hadn’t meant to say that.
Your hand flew to your scar instinctively, and you sighed.
“I didn’t shoot myself,” you admitted. “I said I did it myself to cover for the person who did.” You looked up at him urgently. “Don’t tell anyone, please. I don’t want him to go to prison.”
“Him?”
“Not the kind of him you’re thinking. We’re related, let’s leave it at that.”
PL glanced away, his eyes looking distant for a brief moment, then he shook his head as if to shake off whatever thought had crossed his mind.
“I should be ready to go again in about ten minutes if you like,” he suggested. “Since you’re so determined to set the speed, maybe you can take charge this time.”
“Are you asking me to ride you, PL?” you asked flirtatiously. “You are a naughty one, aren’t you?”
“Santa’s definitely bringing me coal for my stocking this year.”
You laughed. “Alright. You know, I think we’re going to have a lot of fun here.”
"And I? I wanted to dive into you like water, to press my face to your shoulder and vanish like sugar into tea."
Professor Hershel Layton x Reader.
Ficlet. Established relationship. 1466 words.
Summary: Fluff with no plot. You cuddle and kiss your lovely gentleman while it rains outside.
Content warnings: Where am I
A warm breath drifted across the back of your neck and shoulder as the man holding you exhaled a quiet and contented sigh.
Hershel's arms were wrapped tight but gently around your abdomen, his right hand resting lightly on your left side under your shirt. He held you close to him, body flush against yours, his chest against your back and his face buried in your hair. The bedsheets and blankets were draped comfortably around you both, the lights were all dim, and the temperature in the room was just right to be perfectly cosy. Rain tapped against the windows and roof of your shared home, creating a serene and melodious lullaby just for the two of you. You could feel him smiling as he nuzzled his face closer, pressing a lazy kiss to the back of your head. You couldn't help but huff a breathy laugh, fingertips aimlessly tracing the top of his work-weathered hand where it rested on your ribs. His return was a warm chuckle, drenched in a gentle delight and boundless fondness.
It was a rare occasion when the two of you had nowhere to go, nothing urgent to do, and time exclusive to yourselves. Life with the Professor was terribly fast-paced and busy... and it was also sometimes mind-numblingly slow (yet somehow still busy). You wouldn't have it any other way, of course; all the thrills, excitement, and mystery-solving made moments like these all the more special—moments when you both could just lie lovingly lazy in bed, let down your guard, and simply cherish each other. No rush for anyone or anything else.
He lets out a humming sigh as he squeezes you tighter for a moment before relaxing. The way he held you, embraced you, kept you so close to him... You had scarcely felt more safe and loved in all your life. Your dear Hershel, your gentle gentleman...
He made sure to let you know how much he valued you. Every day, every chance he got. He dedicated time to you, even when he hardly had any himself to spare. Through kisses, through hugs, through a cup of tea he thought to make for you with a little note folded neatly beside it before he left for work. He made sure you knew how much you meant to him, how you took up just as much space in his heart and mind as he did in yours. You knew he would climb every mountain and chase down the stars for you if it came down to it.
The feeling was mightily mutual.
You wiggled a little in his hold, prompting him to pull his arms away in order to let you move freely. He made a small inquisitive sound at your sudden disruption, but didn't protest, especially as you rolled over and snuggled right back up against him, now facing him. You smiled giddily, your sparkling eyes meeting his smoky dark brown ones. "Hello," You whispered with a giggle as you gazed fondly at him.
"Hello my dear," He greeted back, amused. His voice was low with sleepiness as he yawned, "Comfortable?"
"Very," You readily assured, "I just wanted to see your lovely face." You wormed closer to him, pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose as you rested a hand on his cheek, thumb tracing the curves and edges. He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment, a boyish smile blossoming on his features as he let out a quiet and breathy laugh, perhaps feeling a tad bashful at the direct attention, even after all this time. Nevertheless, his arms vined their way out and around you, climbing like ivy around your torso and pulling you back against him, heart to beating heart. Even your legs mingled together, tangling like reuiniting lovers. His iconic top hat was sitting exactly where he had carefully placed it earlier on the bedside table—somewhere safe, yet always within his reach. This, much to your absolute glee, left his fluffy light brown hair visible, along with that adorable cowlick that never seemed to go away.
"My sweet love," His soft voice broke the steady rhythm of the rain again, his affectionate smile twirling its way into the tone of his words and glimmering in his dark eyes. He kissed your forehead before pressing his own against it, "I don't know what I would do without you..." The vast meaning behind this seemingly simple admission carried a heavy weight, but it was spoken with such reverent gentleness that no one else could have possibly guessed.
"I love you, Hershel." You told him earnestly, tenderness in your tone. You ran your warm hand comfortingly down his cheek before moving it to his hair, brushing back the soft strands with a doting carress. His breaths rose and fell in steady waves against your chest, though as you spoke those words, you felt a slight tremble rattle through him.
"I love you too," He reciprocated, voice thinning as he added, "-though I fear you might never know quite how much."
"You do a very good job of showing me," You reassured with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "You needn't worry... I promise." Your hand returned to his cheek, thumb wandering to the side of his mouth. He looked at you with a dreamy hopeful twinkle in his eyes for a long moment, considering your statement.
"I love you." You repeated in a whisper. He blinked slowly, his glittering, awe-filled gaze positively melting you in the most pleasant way. Tentatively, Hershel cupped your flushed cheek in his calloused hand, pausing to look at you for just a moment more, a bubbling heat creeping into his gaze before he finally closed the minute gap between the two of you. His lips met yours with a slow tenderness—there was no urgency, no blazing hunger, yet with all certainty there was no lack of passion. His hand moved to the back of your head, fingers threading into your hair and drawing a pleasant sigh from you. He hummed, the feeling reverberating through you as he deepened the kiss, his lips moving against yours with a loving purpose and devotion. His fingers brushed through your locks at a matching pace, returning back to the top as they feathered their way out of the ends of the strands, only to make their way down again.
He pushed lightly forward against you and you readily followed his lead, allowing him to shift in the way he was wanting. He laid you gently back, your head lying against the palm of his hand as he moved with you, propped carefully up on his arm as his body lay against yours. His sleepwear was a fine cotton material, soft against the areas of your skin that were bare. You moved your hands to his back, sneaking them under his shirt. Your heart gave a little wild flutter in your chest as you pulled him to you this way, curling your leg around one of his, his other one being hooked around your waist, as you ran your hands across the bare skin of his back. He shivered, breaking the kiss with a short gasp, followed by a breathy fluttering chuckle as he relaxed against your wandering hands, evidently liking it. He always seemed so surprised at an intimate touch—even in a setting like this. Once he adjusted to it however, it seemed like he could never get enough.
The Professor rested a moment, his forehead against yours as he caught his breath, cheeks a delightful array of reds and pinks. He had melty stars in his eyes, looking at you with a glowing expression of abject infatuation and love. You were positive that you were in much the same state. The unrestrained smile he had on his face was absolutely gorgeous, lopsided and joyful. It thrilled you to bits knowing you were the reason for it. With gentle movements, he laid his head in the crook of your shoulder as your fingertips ghosted over his spine, tracing the outlines of his muscles, of distinctly textured parts of his skin... His fingers flexed against the back of your head as another delighted shiver ran through him, breath hitching.
"Dearest... I was thinking..." He began slowly, beating around the bush by the tone of his voice. You hummed inquisitively in wordless encouragement for him to continue. "I know we've been here for a while, but... Maybe we could stay a bit longer...? It is raining, after all..."
You laughed lightly. He was so cute it drove you mad. "I'm quite positive that days like these are made for lovers, Hershel."
Judging by the smile that appeared on his face, that seemed to be the answer he was looking for.
🎩❤️ Just a handful of Hershel x Reader and Desmond/Descole x Reader headcanons ❤️🎭
Des
• Behaves differently between his Descole and Desmond personas. Descole is a storybook romantic. He'll pull you into ballroom style dances, profess his undying love for you with grand dramatic gestures, promise to you that if you requested it of him, he would pluck every star from the sky and lay them at your feet. He always has his hands on you in some way—his arm around your waist, a hand on your back or side, his hand holding yours, or you simply sitting (or napping) in his lap while he works. He loves to be touching you.
• Desmond is a hopeless romantic. He quotes poetry at you, attempts to impress you with his intelligence, showers you in gifts and compliments. He plays music using you as his muse. He sketches you in his notes. When he works out more Azran puzzles or otherwise makes significant discoveries, he's chomping at the bit to tell you about them. If he sees your reflection pass by in a window or a mirror, he stops and stares at it flutter along like a butterfly on the wind. Sometimes, he silently bursts into tears thinking about you when he's alone because it makes him emotional. Help him
• He's an incredible kisser and he loooves to prove it to you. 🤌
Layton
• Layton is a nervous romantic. He tries his very best to do right by you. Pulls out every gentlemanly stop. You are so special to him and he puts so much pressure on himself internally to not screw it all up. In the beginning, he takes you on dates he thinks are romantic in an attempt to woo you. Classic wine and dine, a walk in the park or by the river, etc. However, if you put him back in his element, such as suggesting a museum date, he will yap at you endlessly about anything you're interested in. It'll make him feel like he's on top of the world if you actually pay attention.
• He thinks up puzzles specifically for you because he loooves to watch you solve them. To see your mind working through your eyes, to see what you're like when you're figuring things out. He also loves an opportunity to offer you hints. It makes him feel useful and important to you.
• He's a snugglebug. He loves your hugs, he loves to cuddle, loves to hold hands. He loves to hold you and make you feel protected, to reassure you that he's right there and he isn't going anywhere. He wants to make sure you know that you can rely on him, that he'll be Your Gentleman™ for as long as you want or need him. He often neglects to think of himself, so make sure you let him know that the feeling is mutual!
