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𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩 🐱👅💦

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You've been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

[dallianceangel]

Logical

Will Richie help Reader switch off, or will his conscience get in the way?

MDNI NSFW 18+ only please.

Based on a lovely prompt from Erica @diorrfairy and an anon request. This is daddy!Richie x younger!reader.

Warnings: Reader calls Richie daddy, unprotected PIV, oral F and M receiving. Reader is female and in her twenties. No other physical descriptions.

Approx 2.6k

...

“I just wish I could switch off..” you take a drag from your cigarette – snatched from Richie’s pack – and let your head fall back against the wall.

Richie looks sidelong at you, the smoke from his own cigarette a cloud illuminated by the lights from the kitchen behind, “Was just some fuckin sauce..”

“I know..”

“Guy was being a dickhead..”

“He called me a stupid bitch..”

Richie holds out his hands placatingly, “All I’m sayin is, it wasn’t a big deal.”

“Yeah, well all I know is that I’m going to be lying in bed in a couple of hours playing it over and over..” you take another drag, “fuck, I don’t know why I’m telling you this.”

Richie is struggling against an image of you tossing and turning in bed, he clears his throat, “I get nights like that.” Shit. Why did he say that.

You turn to face him, shift a little closer, “You do?”

Richie nods as he stubs out his cigarette and tosses it into the makeshift trash can by the door.

“And what do you do about it?”

“I don’t..”

“Do you ever think it would be easier if you had someone..”

“No.”

“But you’re on your own too, right?” You reach out, smoothing your fingertips down his tie.

“Don’t.” Richie’s jaw clenches. His conscience doesn’t like where this is going. His dick hasn’t got the message.

“You could help me switch all this noise off..” you wind the silky fabric through your fingers.

Richie sighs heavily, plucks your hand from his body, “It’s not a good idea.”

“It’s not?”

“I’m old enough to be your..”

“Daddy?”

Jesus Christ. “Fuckin.. no, that’s not what I was gonna say..” Richie can feel the colour rising in his cheeks, “look you’re too young, y’know. You can’t take a fuckin joke.”

“That guy tonight, that was a joke to you?” You look at him incredulously.

“No..” Richie shrugs, “but if you were a little more mature maybe it wouldn’t seem like such a big deal.”

“So I’m immature now?” You fold your arms over your chest. “Fuck, Richie. Why don’t you say what you really think.”

Richie opens his mouth to reply, but thinks better of it. Stuffs his tongue in his cheek and stays quiet.

You wipe your eyes with your hand. Hot tears have been threatening to fall for half your shift, but you’re not going to give him the satisfaction. Fucking asshole. You push off the wall and head back inside without another word.

Richie pulls another cigarette from his pack as he watches you walk back into the kitchen. By the time the stub has joined the others in the bucket, you’re long gone.

...

Richie measures up to himself in the rearview mirror. He’s not going to do this. You’re too young, too soft. Maybe, maybe if you were just a little older, or if he was a little younger.. But you’d been upset and he’d made it worse. All he’s going to do is check that you’re okay. It’s what anyone would do in his situation.

He tells himself these lies while he’s parked outside your building. Guilt is burning a hole in his chest, but when he closes his eyes all he feels is the heat of your hand on his chest and all he hears is daddy.

...

You sit on your couch trying to will yourself up and into bed. It’s been a long day.

Stupid bitch. That had been what the guy had called you. Stupid bitch. Over what? Some spilt sauce. Another day, another asshole, but the anxiety that had risen in your belly was yet to fade away, and you find yourself predictably replaying the altercation in your head. And then there was that thing with Richie.

Richie. Fuck. You’d made such a fool of yourself. Daddy? For fucks sake. What were you thinking. You know what he must think. That you’re pathetic, a kid - he’d basically said as much, that you must be mad if you think he would ever.. You just want it to stop. For your brain to be quiet.

The buzzer sounds, breaking the silence of your apartment and the din of your thoughts.

You’re debating whether to answer when it sounds again. Longer this time, an angry intrusion. You pad over to the door, and warily press the button.

“Hello?”

“Uhh.. yo, sorry.. it’s..”

“Richie?!” Your voice is a squeak.

“Yeah, it’s Richie, I..”

“Come up.”

...

A minute later, Richie is leaning against your doorframe.

“I was just thinking about you actually.” You hope your voice doesn’t betray the weakness in your knees or the sudden dryness of your mouth.

“That right?”

“I was worried you’d think I was stupid.. for earlier.”

“I don’t think that.” Richie rubs a hand over the back of his neck, “Just wanted to check you were okay..”

Oh. Of course. “M’fine.”

“..That guy was pretty rough on you.. and I probably made things worse, so..”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that too.”

“There you go with that thinkin again.” He looks at you, on the brink of cementing the bad decision he made when he pulled up in your lot.

“It’s a problem.” You stare back at him, heart in your throat.

The silence stretches between you where the air has grown thick. He can’t help but look at your bare legs, the t-shirt skimming the top of your thighs, can’t help but imagine what might be underneath. You’d probably been on your way to bed. He should leave - you said it yourself, you’re fine - but he doesn’t. He licks his lips, watches your eyes follow the movement, same as you had seen his eyes drag up your legs.

Pushing off the doorframe, he leaves his conscience in the hallway and shifts toward you, “You still want some help with that?”

“Y-yes.” You think your knees might give out.

“Yes, what? Hmm?”

Oh fuck. You know what he wants. You take a shaky breath and your tongue darts out to wet your lips, “Yes, please.. daddy.”

The door slams shut behind him and he steps into your space. Richie’s presence has sucked all the air out of the room and sweat is pricking at your skin.

“You sure bout this?” His eyes are searching yours.

You nod, and raise your hand to push your fingers across the scruff on his jaw. It’s softer than you had imagined. That thought is still drifting through your mind when his lips meet yours. That too is soft, at first. But then he squeezes the back of your neck and holds you tight, parting your lips with his tongue and stealing your breath. It’s insistent. It makes your head spin. He’s taking what he wants and it blurs your edges.

He pulls back a little, breathing heavily, hooks a finger into the neck of your shirt and tugs, “Take it off.”

You hesitate, dazed, smoothing the hem in your hands.

“I said take it off.”

His voice burns along your veins. You do as he says, pulling the old tee up and over your head.

Standing before him in your underwear you’re acutely aware that he’s still dressed. Shirt and suit pants still sharp. Only the tie is gone, replaced with the gold of his chain shining against his skin where his collar is open. It makes your mouth water. It makes you want to run. It makes you want to fall to your knees and beg.

Richie reaches out, brushes the back of his knuckles over the curve of your bare breast, “Real pretty.”

His touch leaves a shiver in its wake, and you fight the urge to close your eyes. Then his hands are at your waist, backing you into your couch until you fall clumsily into the plush cushions. Splayed over the couch, he stands above you. He looks so big like this, and your heart hammers against your ribs when he drops to his knees.

...

“Goddamn, so fuckin needy, huh..”

The shirt feels cool where his shoulders are pressed between your spread knees. Hot breath fans over your skin in the moment before he presses his mouth to your inner thigh, teeth sinking into the softness there, his tongue easing the sting. Your underwear is sticky with arousal, the little wet patch spreading under his gaze.

Richie nudges his nose along the seam of your pussy, making your stomach clench and your face burn with something like shame. Your instinct is to squirm away, but he has you held fast, his shirtsleeves pushed up and his arms wrapped around your thighs. Then his tongue follows the path of his nose, his spit mixing with your slick soaking your underwear and leaving it clinging to your puffy cunt. When he pulls away, you whine, hips lifting from the couch, seeking out his mouth again.

You look at him, too dazed to form a reply.

“Words, princess.”

“I.. I..” you clam up, your mouth drying out, unsure what to say.

“What do you want hmm?” He looks up at you, grazes his mouth over where your clit is throbbing beneath your underwear, “This?”

“Fuck.. daddy, yes..” your ribs heave as his fingers hook into your underwear and begin to tug them down, “I want you to eat it.”

Jesus fucking Christ. Richie’s pulse pounds in his ears as he gets his first proper taste of you, his tongue making a lazy trail from your hole to your clit. You’re silky and saline sweet on his lips. It makes him hungry, makes him want more. He holds you open, fingers digging into your thighs, and pushes his tongue into your pussy. It’s open mouthed and messy. So close to being consumed that the line between where you end and he begins is lost.

The line swims back into sharp focus when he replaces his tongue with his fingers, sinking them to the knuckle, his wedding ring snug against you. He curls his fingers, stroking and teasing a spot that has you dripping down his palm as his tongue swirls over your clit, working you until his jaw aches. And when he drives his fingers into you again he knows you’re close, knows you’re going to burst on his tongue, and the thought has him hard and straining the zipper of his suit pants.

Your fingers scramble for something to ground you before it overwhelms you. The couch cushions slip under your grasp, then your hands find his head where it is dipped between your thighs and you push your fingertips through his hair. Pressing him down even as every muscle in your body winds tight, hips canting up against his hot, wet mouth. And oh fuck.. oh fuck.. “oh fuck.. I’m gonna come.. I’m gonna..”

It rolls through you as your words fall away, replaced by gasps and cries, and Richie swallows you down.

...

He has you pressed into the mattress, his mouth on yours, his body sinking into the cradle of your spread thighs, teasing, barely there thrusts that have his cock sliding against you, nudging inside. And fuck you need more, try to rock your hips up, try to get him deeper, but you’re pinned beneath him.

“Please.. Richie.. Please..”

He shakes his head and you realise your mistake, but not before his teeth dig into your bottom lip making you hiss. Shit.

You chase the sting away with your tongue, “M'sorry.. Daddy..”

The word hangs in the sliver of space between his mouth and yours, swirling with your breath in the moment before he kisses you again. Richie rolls his hips as he licks into your mouth, cock sinking into you another inch, “S’this what you want?”

“Yes..” your voice turns to a cry as he pulls out and then fucks into you hard, filling you up.

His hands slide up your thighs and press your knees back against your chest and he drives into you again, pushing the air from your lungs and every thought from your mind except more. And maybe he can see what’s in your head, or maybe you said it aloud, but it’s punishing, it’s rough, it’s so, so good you could cry.

“Doin so well for me, baby.” Richie’s voice is soothing even as he bruises your hips with his fingers, tugging you against him. “Gettin so wet for me.”

Heat flashes over your face. You can hear it with the wet slap of his skin against yours. You can feel it every time he fucks into you, winding you tighter each time. Hot, slippery pressure on the brink of overflowing.

“That’s it..” he snaps his hips mean and hard, “I got you..”

There’s sweat gathering on your brow and in the small of your back, tears stinging at your eyes. And he’s grinding into you now. Has found your edge and is pushing you over, sending you into freefall.

Richie can’t take his eyes off you as you fall apart. So fuckin beautiful. His hand finds the hot skin of your cheek, lingering there, thumb at the corner of your mouth. He nearly loses control when your tongue dips out to lick at him. You’re ruined and achingly perfect, and the fucked out little whimpers he’s still pushing from you have him on the edge of a precipice, sparks building at the base of his spine, his dick throbbing inside you, so close, he’s gonna..

“Christ.. sweetheart.. where?”

You’re lost to his words, seeking out any parts of his hand you can reach with your mouth, sucking and..

“Fuckin..” Richie smacks your cheek, and the urgency in his voice brings your gaze to his, “where?”

“In my mouth.. please, I wanna..”

The words have barely left your lips and he’s hauling you up to sit, crowding you against the headboard. His knees sink into the mattress either side of your chest, and he slides his fist over his cock, shiny slick from your pussy, so close that when you push your tongue out, you can swipe it through the precome that beads on each upward stroke.

That’s his undoing. The first touch of your wet tongue. His hips stutter as he pushes his dick into your mouth with a grunt. You open up wide around him to take him to as far as you can, sucking in a breath through your nose before letting him sink in another inch.

Hard and heavy on your tongue, nudging at the back of your throat, there’s a moment of absolute crystalline bliss, everything else melting away. Then he wraps his hand around the base of your skull, and you suck and swallow around him. Watching through the tears trembling on your lashes as his body tenses, the muscles of his belly taut with it in the second before the first hot rush hits your tongue.

...

“How’s that brain of yours?” Richie is sprawled over your bed. Long limbs tangled in your sheets.

“I think it melted..” you sigh, settling your head onto his chest.

“That’s good right?”

“Mmmhmm.. will you..” you stifle a yawn, “will you stay?”

“Y’know Carmen’s gonna fuckin kill me if he finds out bout this?” Richie’s voice is sleepy.

“I know..” you twist his chain in your fingers, “and don’t forget Chef Syd..”

“Fuck.. you got me in some trouble y’know that, kid.”

“So.. will you stay?”

“Y’want me to?” He props himself up on his elbow to look you in the eye.

“Yeah..”

“Then yeah, yeah I can stay.” He pulls you toward him and holds you close, “If that’s what you need.”

[dallianceangel]

Okay, so maybe I lose things sometimes.

Bob's Burgers, Sea Me Now (S07E02)

[dallianceangel]

“Sounds like a hoot. Probably a good thing if I tag along, huh? Stay for dinner, make amusing small talk”.

Bob's Burgers, The Amazing Rudy (S14: E2)

[dallianceangel]

this is one of the best scenes in bob’s burgers and nobody can convince me otherwise

[dallianceangel]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

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“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

[dallianceangel]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 🫦❤️‍🔥

This is my first Harry-related fic on here, it’s pretty random but I’ve been on a writing roll these past few days, and I needed to have it carry on.

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You take another glance at him, the champagne you just gulped back quickly taking effect.

“When do you have to be on stage?”

Harry bites his lip as he looks at you, “In thirty minutes.”

He already knows what you want from him. Without you even asking him, Harry takes off his shirt and throws it in your direction, reaching for your hand so he can guide you into his dressing room.

Thirty minutes later, you’re watching him perform to a crowd of thousands with a smile on your face, the aftermath of your encounter now drooling out of you.

[dallianceangel]

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 🫦❤️‍🔥

This is my first Harry-related fic on here, it’s pretty random but I’ve been on a writing roll these past few days, and I needed to have it carry on.

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

You take another glance at him, the champagne you just gulped back quickly taking effect.

“When do you have to be on stage?”

Harry bites his lip as he looks at you, “In thirty minutes.”

He already knows what you want from him. Without you even asking him, Harry takes off his shirt and throws it in your direction, reaching for your hand so he can guide you into his dressing room.

Thirty minutes later, you’re watching him perform to a crowd of thousands with a smile on your face, the aftermath of your encounter now drooling out of you.

[dallianceangel]

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞 🐱👅💦

Here’s another random drabble for you, I hope you enjoy 😜

🫦 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🫦

“I’ve missed this.”

“You don’t say,” you chuckle loudly, currently bent over the pool table while Bishop slams in and out of you from behind. “We’ve only been apart for a day.”

Bishop laughs in your ear. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

A moan escapes your lips as he increases the pace, his thumb now circling your swollen clit. “It’s not, Obispo, but you could have at least said hello first.”

Sliding out of you, he turns you around, smiling at you before burying his head between your legs and spelling out Hello with his skilled tongue.

[dallianceangel]

[dallianceangel]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 🛁🍻

Here's a triple drabble for you all, I love me some soft Happy😍

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“Missed me, handsome?” you ask Happy, leaning against the doorframe, still in your nurse’s uniform.

“Always,” Happy whispers with a smile, the sight of you in your uniform immediately turning him on.

Closing the door behind you, Happy can barely keep his composure as he watches you slowly strip to your underwear, his eyes darting to the hickeys he left on your breasts a few days ago. Guiding you into the adjoining bathroom, your boyfriend greets you with a desperate kiss.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You can’t help smiling. “I’ve missed you, so much.”

Rock music starts playing in the distance, a sure sign that another rowdy clubhouse party has just begun. Normally, you’d show your face before retreating to Happy’s dorm a few hours later, but tonight you’re both in no mood to party.

“Lavender or Jasmine?” Happy asks you, holding up two bottles of bubble bath liquid, hoping a bubble bath will help you recover from your difficult shift.

“Jasmine, please.”

While you step outside to grab a bottle of beer from the small fridge in the corner of his room, Happy works on drawing the most romantic bubble bath you have ever seen. Lighting some soy wax candles, dimming the lights, putting on some romantic music, making sure the water is the exact temperature that you like, he’s gone all out for you. “Come on in, darlin’!”

Removing your underwear and grabbing another beer from the fridge, you join your boyfriend in the bathtub, completely in awe of what he’s done for you. “This is perfect, baby, thank you.”

He reaches out to hold your hand. “Think they’ll miss us?”

“They are probably too drunk to notice we’re not there.”

Happy chuckles, clinking his beer bottle against yours, signalling the start of your romantic evening together.

[dallianceangel]

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜 🛁🍻

Here’s a triple drabble for you all, I love me some soft Happy😍

🛁 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 🛁

“Missed me, handsome?” you ask Happy, leaning against the doorframe, still in your nurse’s uniform.

“Always,” Happy whispers with a smile, the sight of you in your uniform immediately turning him on.

Closing the door behind you, Happy can barely keep his composure as he watches you slowly strip to your underwear, his eyes darting to the hickeys he left on your breasts a few days ago. Guiding you into the adjoining bathroom, your boyfriend greets you with a desperate kiss.

“Fuck, baby, I’ve missed you.”

You can’t help smiling. “I’ve missed you, so much.”

Rock music starts playing in the distance, a sure sign that another rowdy clubhouse party has just begun. Normally, you’d show your face before retreating to Happy’s dorm a few hours later, but tonight you’re both in no mood to party.

“Lavender or Jasmine?” Happy asks you, holding up two bottles of bubble bath liquid, hoping a bubble bath will help you recover from your difficult shift.

“Jasmine, please.”

While you step outside to grab a bottle of beer from the small fridge in the corner of his room, Happy works on drawing the most romantic bubble bath you have ever seen. Lighting some soy wax candles, dimming the lights, putting on some romantic music, making sure the water is the exact temperature that you like, he’s gone all out for you. “Come on in, darlin’!”

Removing your underwear and grabbing another beer from the fridge, you join your boyfriend in the bathtub, completely in awe of what he’s done for you. “This is perfect, baby, thank you.”

He reaches out to hold your hand. “Think they’ll miss us?”

“They are probably too drunk to notice we’re not there.”

Happy chuckles, clinking his beer bottle against yours, signalling the start of your romantic evening together.

[dallianceangel]

[dallianceangel]

Another Happy Lowman fic? 🤔

A husband and wife unexpectedly meet in the same spot, both trying to bury a body

[dallianceangel]

𝐀 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 🏍️💗

Might turn this into a multi-chapter fic, so please comment if that’s something you’d like to read😊

👋🏼 comments, likes and reblogs are highly appreciated 👋🏼

“Don’t even bother, Ope,” you sigh heavily, trying to avoid eye contact with the man you once loved. “You’re married, and I’ve got a life to live.”

“I know,” Opie says, trying not to let his emotions show. “I just wanted to say goodbye.”

“Goodbye. Now go home to Lyla.”

Exhaling deeply, he decides to walk away, a stray tear rolling down his cheek as he gets back onto his bike. Just as he’s about to start it up, he hears the roaring of a motorcycle edge closer. Turning around, he notices you jumping onto the back of the bike before it speeds away, the rider unknown but most definitely a Mayan.

A few hours later, you find yourself sitting on the back steps outside of a beautiful bungalow, sipping a mug of coffee as you watch the sun begin to set.

You feel someone caress your back, before they sit next to you. “Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“Absolutely,” you whisper, turning around to look at him.

“But not as beautiful as you.”

Snuggling in closer to him, Bishop presses a loving kiss on the top of your head. Sighing contently, you can finally breathe.

You’re never going back to Charming.

[dallianceangel]

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐔𝐩 🐱👅💦

Hope you enjoy reading 😜

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“If you want me to shut up, you’d better make me shut up,” you practically scream. You've been arguing for over an hour, completely forgetting what you’re actually arguing over, but you’re too fired up to give a shit.

A smirk on his face, Bishop stands up, giving you the opportunity to see the growing bulge in his jeans. He knows you’re probably still pissed off about this morning, when he got called into work early.

“On the table,” he demands. “And spread your legs.”

Doing as he says, he buries his head between your legs, driving you fucking crazy.

[dallianceangel]

𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐔𝐩 𝐈𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐃𝐨 💔😭

Here’s another drabble for you, a sad one at that. 💔

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“It’s him, isn’t it?” Angel asks, feeling physically sick. He knew you and him had reached the end of the road ages ago, but he never imagined the man you’d leave him for would be a fellow Mayan.

“Yes,” you reply, warm tears streaming down your face.

You’re expecting Angel to launch at him, but all he does is turn around and storm out of the clubhouse.

“He’ll never forgive us,” You sigh, hearing him start up his bike before riding away.

Bishop pulls you closer towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head against yours.