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30 Minute Fix ::: Squeeze

Uhm… Look… If you tell me you do not go absolutely feral over Otto's titties, I'm not going to believe you. Have you seen them?! So yeah, have this little 30 that I wrote in an effort to get back into writing. This is purely self-indulgent and I will not apologize for any bit of it.

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Summary: You want to squeeze Otto's titties.

Rated: M

Words: 722 words

Warnings: There be titties and titty grabbin' ahead y'all...

Other: GN!Reader, Otto's magnificent titties are shown the love they deserve

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina’s characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist’s sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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There is something about Otto's chest, that no matter how hard you try, you can't help but be drawn to it. It's not his near constant state of shirtlessness either, although a shirt would probably hinder your gaze (if not your imagination), for at least a little while. No, it's not his lack of a shirt that fuels your curiosity, but something else. 

Perhaps it's the plump, soft flesh of his body. You do always enjoy squeezing his chest, watching the little dips your fingers make. Then again, it may be the flapping of his coats as he moves around, teasing you with brief, frustrating glances at his exposed chest. All you get is a peek of chest, his nipples dark against his pale skin before the coat flaps fall back into place. 

It's not like Otto denies you either. He's quite generous when it comes to you exploring his body in any way you see fit. But no matter how many times you caress, massage, pinch, bite, or lick his chest, you just can't get enough. 

Which is how you find yourself in your current predicament. 

Otto is resting. 

He's not asleep, not yet, but if you don't bother him, eventually he'll succumb to his exhaustion. You want him to rest, really you do... He's been working so hard and so late recently. His eyes are dark from lack of rest, and he seems to carry a weight everywhere, worse even than that of the actuators attached to him. 

You're sitting next to him, snuggled into his side with his heavy arm wrapped around your waist and holding you close. Otto had only agreed to stop working when you told him all you wanted was to cuddle him for a little while. You promised you would let him get back to his work as soon as you got your fill. You both knew that was a lie, you would never tire of cuddling against the large man, but he'd rolled his eyes with a humored huff and has been cuddling you ever since. 

You really do want him to rest, but when he shifts a little bit, his coat falls open, exposing the smallest peek at the curve of his chest. 

You stare at the plump softness, eyes wide as you curl your fingers into a fist again and again. You shouldn't... he's almost asleep. But then again, the peek isn't enough. 

Looking up, you find Otto with his eyes closed. Surely, he won't mind if you move around just a little. 

He lets you move, loosening his arm and letting you get comfortable before gripping your waist tightly once more. You peek at him again, his eyes are still closed. Your arm is now free. 

Just a better peek... 

Otto doesn't move when you push his coat back a little more. Now you can see his chest unobstructed and it's not enough. 

You need more. 

Really, who gave the man the right to be this attractive? You can't help but reach out and gently dig your fingers into his chest. His skin is soft and warm. You try to keep the touch light, but the taste you allow yourself unlocks your hunger to grope at him, to fill your palm with his flesh. 

Fixated on squeezing him in your hand, pressing your palm into him, you don't notice him looking down at you until he very obviously clears his throat. 

Your hand freezes mid-squeeze as you look up. 

"What are you doing?" 

You bounce your eyes between his gaze and his chest. "Nothing. Just... couldn't help myself." You begin to take your hand back when his own comes up and catches your wrist. 

"Did I say you had to stop?" 

His words spur you on and you quickly reposition yourself for better access. Otto leans back as best he can, looking at you from beneath dark, hooded eyes. 

You squeeze and pinch at his chest, soon enough pulling back the other side of his coats to expose the rest of him and give him the same attention everywhere. 

But really, it's never enough. 

You need more. 

Squeezing him again, you look up at him. He's smiling in amusement, so you do the only thing you can think of. 

Bending your head, you lick your lips and bite his soft chest.

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Want

Rosie and Otto are the Power Couple and I for one would not mind being caught between them. I crave it, in fact.

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Summary: Caught between Rosie and Otto, there's nowhere else you'd rather be.

Rated: E

Words: 557 words

Warnings: 18+, threesome, cunnilingus, light dom/sub

Other: Gender-neutral reader.

Quick Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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"Just, just like that sweetheart." The sound of Rosie moaning in such a broken manner, makes your chest fill with pride. To think that you can make her feel so good, while her fingers greedily pull at your hair. "Don't stop. Don't stop." She says your name and the sound of it is so sweet you redouble your efforts.

Her thighs quiver either side of your head, keeping you in place, tight against her cunt. You couldn't get away if you tried. You don't want to anyway. Soothing her pale skin beneath your fingers, you focus all of your attention on licking that tight bundle of nerves that has her screaming your name.

She tenses, constant little panting whines driving you mad. She's close. She's so close. Just a little more and she'll-

Thick hands grip your hips, pull you back so harshly you're pulled from between Rosie's legs. She cries out, indignant at being denied her orgasm. You look back at the offender, licking your lips as you do so.

Otto smiles down at you, hands repositioning you so he can reach your hole. "You're not going to leave my sweet Rosie hanging, are you?" You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as you feel the head of his thick cock push at your entrance. "Get to it then."

Your scrambled mind struggles to understand, to refocus. He's right there, ready to push in. You buck your hips back, he grips your hips harder. "Please Sir, please."

"Oh no, sweetheart. Rosie comes first."

Rosie's hands grab your head gently, bring your attention back to her. Away from her husband who is standing annoyingly still behind you.

"Are you getting greedy, sweetheart?"

"No, no ma'am! I just-."

"You just what?"

Her tone is sweet but you recognize the dangerous edge to it. It makes you clench, groan out in broken dismay. "It's been hours. Please, I- please." You're begging, and damn it all, you will continue to beg.

Stuck here between the two of them for the past few hours has been as tortuous as it has been thrilling. You've never been so turned on, so ready for them to wreck you again and again. But you're desperate, aching with need and want.

"What do you think, Otto? Do they deserve what they so prettily ask for?"

When Otto chuckles, it brings you dread. "If they can bring you to orgasm before I do them, we should give them anything they want."

Rosie makes you look her in the eyes. "You hear that?" You nod as best you can, just as Otto begins to push in achingly slow. You moan as his thick cock opens you up, the glide easy and wet. "Better get to it then."

Her hands direct your head back in between her legs, closing you in against her. You inhale deeply and your mouth waters at the smell of her. Just as you begin to reacquaint yourself with the taste of her cunt, Otto begins to move.

Deep, hard thrusts shove your nose up into Rosie. He breaks your attention and rhythm, demanding your complete focus on the drag of his cock along your walls.

You're going to lose. The thought of it excites you. With a lewd groan, you noisily continue to eat the older woman out as she begins to scream.

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Tags: @curbitkirby

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Horvath’s Cane

A cane as a focus? Really? As much as I love Horvath, a cane is kind of silly. But! It means I can do this... 

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Summary: You really like Horvath's cane.

Rated: E

Words: 837 words

Warnings: 18+ content, masturbation, inappropriate use of magic, dom/sub dynamic at the end

Other: GN Reader and magic. I really enjoyed writing this one...

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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Horvath is mad.

No, not mad. Livid. Fuming. Seething with a rage that turns his face red.

You watch him from your seat, the way he strains against the invisible restraints. He doesn't move uncontrollably, like some tied up animal. No, he pulls and pushes, carefully tests the limits of the bonds. It's his expression that gives him away. The murderous rage you see in his eyes. You're in trouble.

Is it really your fault though, that he chose a cane as a focus? It was his choice, in the end, that brought him to this. You couldn't help yourself when you saw the cane leaning near him as he showered. It was just there, abandoned, left aside.

Your own focus, a simple ring, never leaves your person. You always have it on you. The risk of losing it, dropping it at some pivotal point during a fight or a spell, was too high. There is no way you would risk it.

So why does he?

Sure, the cane is a classy choice. It looks elegant in his hand, makes him look powerful as he waves it and cast spells with hardly a glance towards his actions. You like watching him twirl the cane in his fingers, toying wit the length of it as he sits deep in thought.

It's really not your fault you started having fantasies about his cane. It's all Horvath's fault.

It is also his fault that you took it without a second thought. His fault that as he came at you in anger after finding it gone, you waved your hand and bound the more powerful sorcerer.

Without his cane, he is helpless.

At first, seeing him struggle against your magic had filled you with all sorts of devious ideas. Without his magic, Horvath was just a regular man, one who couldn't stop you. You thought of all the things he had taught you, the things you had secretly learned. And you almost acted upon your thoughts, but he was too angry to enjoy anything. So you settle for this.

For sitting in front of him, and magicking away your clothing. For spreading your legs wide so he can see as you lower the jeweled end of his cane to the place between your thighs.

Horvath stops moving. He's just watching now, breath slightly heavier than usual, brows deeply furrowed. He says your name, a low, deep sound, that makes your stomach flutter. You know that tone all too well, know it's a warning. That you're pushing him too far.

Raising your hand, you begin to caress your chest, fingers idly playing with your nipples. The sensation immediately makes you tense, and you whine softly. The knowledge that he's still watching, makes you bold, you let yourself be louder.

You touch yourself in a way that makes the heat in your groin flare quickly. You won't last long, you don't want to.

Horvath says your name again, but you pay him no mind as you wave your hand again, focused on preparing your hole for what you really want. You feel the magic touch you, caress you and you slowly lower the blue jewel to yourself.

Looking at the bound man, you make direct eye contact. He keeps it, stares you down as you begin to push and feel the head of the cane slip inside you with little resistance. Your body takes it in greedily, clenching around it. It feels so good, rubbing inside of you, touching you so deeply. "Horvath," you moan, "It feels so good."

His teeth are grit, nose wrinkled in a sneer. "Do it." His voice is low. "Fuck yourself."

You're so far gone, you don't hear the clear warning in his voice. It isn't an invitation. You do it, you begin to pump that blue jewel into your body again and again. With a little help of your magic, the coil in your lower belly begins to tighten, more and more until finally-

It snaps.

Pushing the cane into yourself in a last thrust, you shudder through your orgasm, calling out Horvath's name at the top of your lungs as your body sags against the cushions beneath you.

Your body is slick with sweat and loose. You're absolutely boneless for a good while, so you don't notice anything wrong until a shadow falls across you.

Horvath is standing above you.

The Sorcerer's face is impassive and emotionless. Gone is the rage and frustration, leaving behind only a cold, focused look. "Greedy slut," he snaps, leaning forward. You feel the cane push into you, causing you to whine and clench.

A creeping warmth crawls up your body and try as you might, you find yourself fully unable to move.

Finally, Horvath smiles. It is wicked and cruel. The cane slides inside you as he drags it out to the tip and then slowly pushes it back in. A flare of magic makes the sensation overwhelming. "You have been very, very bad."

You are in so much trouble...

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Papa

My dearest lovelies, I have made the mistake... of watching a video of Alfred Molina with a baby. I highly recommend the same if you haven’t yet! If you haven’t... what have you been doing? Don’t even read! Go watch it now! Alfred being the most precious dad? Yes please!

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Summary:   It's Hugh with a lil baby girl, y'all. That's it really.

Rated: G

Words: 438 words

Warnings: Fluff? A baby...

Other: GN Reader, this is probably the only time you’ll see a tame ficlet from me...

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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"Hey," someone shakes you softly, pulling you gently from those first warm stages of sleep. You blink, stifling a yawn as you focus your attention on the hand on your shoulder. "Hey." The word is whispered again.

"Hugh." He smiles at you, wide and slightly crooked. "Is everything okay?" You shift in the chair, carefully handling the sleeping bundle in your arms.

"Everything's fine, darling." Hugh crouches in front of you, reaches out so he can pull back a corner of the blanket and look at the baby. "I was thinking, I'd take her for a little bit, while you get some rest."

Rest seemed a foreign concept these days, and you longed for it. As much as you wanted to jump at the chance though, you shook your head. "She just fell asleep."

"And if she wakes, I promise she'll fall asleep again. I'll take care of everything." He extends his hands, waiting for you, rather than reaching out and just taking the baby. You pass her to him as gently as possible but the movement seems to agitate her and she begins to fuss.

"Oh Hugh, I-."

"It's okay, darling. It's okay. I got this." Already rocking her in his hold, he starts to stand and presses a sweet kiss to your forehead. "Go rest."

Walking away, you turn to see him bringing the baby up to softly kiss her. It's a sight that makes your heart squeeze tightly, seeing the large man cradle the baby so tenderly, keeping her close to his broad chest. You hear him whisper, but you're too far away to hear what he says.

You take a short moment to watch him. The baby begins to fuss and this time you do hear him, "Shh, none of that now." His voice is watery and soft. "Your papa has you and I'm going to take such good care of you." You finally leave when he takes a seat in the recliner, still cooing, still gently speaking to her.

When you wake, you feel rested and happy. Knowing you can count on Hugh to share this responsibility, to share this love with, means everything to you.

They're still in the recliner when you find them and they are both fast asleep. You stare at the picture they make, commit it to memory as best you can, so you'll never forget it. Hugh has propped up his feet and leaned back, and held securely in his hold, is the baby. She is snuggled on his chest where she rises and falls with his every deep breath. With another little smile, you let them sleep.

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Lazy Lovin’

I said I would share my 30 minute drabbles and I am! I'm not too satisfied with this one, but that is the entire purpose of this exercise, to get some writing done regardless of how good or how bad it may be. I'm not saying it's bad, I just wish I had more time to touch it up, make it a little less rushed. However, I enjoyed writing it! Hopefully, you'll enjoy reading it!

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Summary: You've had a really long day.

Rated: E

Words: 660 words

Warnings: 18+, brief language, smut, lazy sex

Other: AFAB reader, gender-neutral pronouns

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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It's been a long fucking day. You don't even want to think about all the shit you had to deal with, and lucky for you, you don't have to.

You're with Edy on the couch, some random movie is playing on the TV. You're not sure which, nor do you really care. You can't care, not when your head is comfortably settled on his plush thigh, his fingers gently stroking your hair. Sometimes you'll feel the faintest pressure against your head as he pets you, or as he gently tugs at the strands. It feels really good.

Closing your eyes, you snuggle into him further, craving the close contact, hoping he won't stop. Your day has been awful but at least you have Edy at the end of it. He was all loving smiles and encouraging words, praising you for making it through and telling you, you had more than earned a good rest.

You turn onto your back, his hand doesn't stop petting you. He's watching the television, but he glances down at you, smiles. He's so handsome like this, casual and relaxed, leaning back against the couch cushions.

Slowly, you get up, turning to face him as soon as you can. Edy is watching you closely now, the movie all but forgotten. He grabs your hips as you grab onto his shoulders, making yourself comfortable as you straddle him.

Edy pushes some of your hair back and cups your cheek. His thumb strokes across your cheekbone as you lean forward and press a kiss to his lips. He hums and kisses you back. It is sweet and chaste.

"Are you feeling better, amor?"

Nodding, you slide forward a little more, until only his belly keeps you from pressing every inch of yourself to him. Your hands wander from his shoulders to his hair, tangling in the dark strands at the back of his head. His eyes flutter closed and you take the opportunity to lean forward and kiss his jaw. His beard is pleasantly rough beneath your lips.

"Are you sure? You've had a long day." You can see he has one eye open to look at you, but you shrug, continue to kiss along his jaw and neck. He grunts at a sharp little bite you leave at his shoulder.

"I'm sure," you whisper against his skin. You can feel his growing interest between your thighs. Smirking, you shift your hips to press firmly against him.

You continue moving against him, thrilled at every little groan he gifts you. His large hands grab onto your waist, settling there and squeezing every so often. After such a long day, you're glad the only thing on your mind now is Edy.

Moving yourself off of him, you quickly discard your pants. He unbuckles his own, pulls out his dick just as you're moving back to sit on his lap.

With a little shimmy and a lift of your hips, you sink down onto him. He groans low at the feeling of you wrapped around him. You bite your lip, whining at the pleasant stretch, pushing down bit by bit until you're fully seated in his lap.

"Edy," you kiss his nose and press your forehead to his, "Thank you. You're so good to me."

He chuckles and wraps his arms tight around you to press you both together as tight as possible. "You deserve all the kindness I can give you and more."

Your heart just about bursts. Grabbing ahold of his cheeks, you scratch idly at his beard as you begin to finally move.

Slowly rising almost entirely off of him, you drop back down at a sedate pace. He thrusts up into you minutely but doesn't rush you. Edy let's you move at your own speed, encouraging you with soft words. He kisses you every chance he gets, as you continue to lazily ride him on the living room couch, as the TV plays in the background.

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Wet

Y'all I don't know what to say. Is there any excuse that could possibly justify the existence of this ficlet? I just... I see Diego and I just... It's Alfred Molina's fault for making him wayyy sexier than he deserved to be! Look, I know he's problematic and I will not excuse any of his behavior, but I also desperately want his body against mine and I will not apologize for that. Okay maybe a little, sorry...

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Summary: Diego is wet and you’re about to be.

Rated: M

Words: 387 words

Warnings: 18+, suggestive content, nudity, brief language

Other: AFAB reader.

Quick Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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"Don't you dare!" You watch the man approaching you with slow, measured steps. Your heart begins to beat almost too fast. "Diego!" You try again to stop him, but all he does is smile. "Diego, no!"

He moves faster than a man his size should be able to. With a squeal, you scramble, trying to evade his reaching hands before his arms pull you in tight. You squirm half-heartedly. It's too late anyway, your body is pressed up against every wet inch of his.

"Diego! You're gonna get me all wet!" You try to convey indignation, but all you manage is a breathy little whine. Diego is gloriously naked. Naked and dripping wet. Having just stepped out of the bath, he hadn't even spared a thought to drying off before he had spotted you.

"That's the intention, Mamí," he husks near your ear. Diego easily pulls you up against him and carries you with casual ease. Settling you on the bed, he immediately covers you with his large body. His wet hair drips water down onto you. Some of it falls on your neck. He smirks before following it, pressing a surprisingly soft kiss against your skin.

You knew his intentions the moment you saw him swagger out of the restroom, nude and dripping water. You would have scolded him for the mess he was making but the sight of him had thrilled you. His tall, broad body gleaming faintly where the water was still running down his skin. His dark hair flat against his head. The proud erection between his thighs...

Now he was pressing up against you, heavy and solid. His size alone keeps you pinned to the bed below. He's thrusting almost imperceptibly between your thighs, panting softly next to your ear.

"Diego," you whine, raising your hips only a little to meet the hard press of his dick. "Diego, please." Damn you're easy. So fucking easy. All it took was for this large, wet, naked man to step out of the bath and you're dripping like he is.

Well, fuck it!

You can feel your arousal between your legs. He's so close, so large and heavy on top of you... "Diego, ¡por favor!" He laughs, kisses your neck one last time before settling his hands on your waist.

"Anything for you, mi vida."

[molina-fix]

30 Minute Fix: Ruined

I honestly was not going to share this one. But, whatever! It's definitely not the best, but I blame the fly that would not leave me alone while I wrote this. I was actually really excited for this one, but shit happens, oh well! Maybe, I'll revisit it someday... Do it the justice it deserves.

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Summary:  Chandler is going to ruin you.

Rated: E

Words: 769 words

Warnings: 18+, smut, oral sex - male receiving

Other: GN Reader, they are wearing a dress and make-up

The Usual Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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"Is everything okay?" Chandler is standing off to the side, looking grumpy as all hell. You would typically ignore him and his volatile moods, if it weren't for the fact that you know he's watching you. "You look like someone just pissed in your cup."

"I'm fine." It's a low grumble, he doesn't even make eye contact.

"Like hell, you're fine. You've been glaring at me all night. What gives?"

When he turns to look at you, it takes everything you have not to immediately look away. Chandler's heated gaze could melt iron, and it's directed at you. "You." He sneers at you, leans forward until he's entirely in your space. Your breath catches in your throat. "It's you. Walking in here, wearing that! Flirting with every other cop in here. Do you expect me to just stand here and just take it?"

You think about the dress clinging to your body, the way it falls upon you and makes you feel beautiful. You think about the time you took to do your make-up and hair, how hard you tried because you knew, this would be the first time your partner Chandler Manning would see you out of uniform.

Heart beating faster with every moment he is in your space, you struggle to find words, to react in any way. "What are you saying?"

His hands find your waist, pull you so much closer, your chest brushes against him. You don't even think about the fact that your surrounded by other officers, by over half of the members of your station. All there is, is the heat of his hands on you and his breath against your face.

"I'm going to ruin you." All you can do, is nod.

You both leave that place immediately. You're sure you hear someone calling out to you, probably wondering where you're going, but you don't hear them. No, your focus is entirely on the man storming out, leading you to his car and holding your hand in a tight grip.

The drive to his home is a blur, you're surprised he even has the patience to wait until you arrive. The moment his door is locked behind you though, he's all over you. A hand on your waist pulls you flush against him, the other finds it's way to your hair.

"Yes," Manning murmurs against your lips, "I am going to absolutely ruin you." He kisses you hard and thorough, giving you no option but to let him take you.

His fingers in your hair undo your hard work, you feel it loosen. You can feel how easily he runs his fingers through the strands. He sucks on your bottom lip, drawing out a low whine from you.

"Who'd you get dressed all nice for hmm? Was he even there?"

Shaking your head, you try to kiss him again. Chandler doesn't let you. "You. I did this for you."

"Yeah? Why?" He sounds mean, words short and clipped. You'd get angry at his tone, if it weren't for his heaving gasps, for the hands that wander all over your body, for the erection you feel pressing into you.

"Wanted you to see me."

"Yeah?"

You nod again. "Please..."

"Please, what?"

"Ruin me."

The way Chandler laughs rumbles in his chest. "Get on your knees." You don't hesitate before doing just that, getting comfortable as you watch his hands fumble hastily at his belt and zipper. He frees his erection with a rough shove of his underwear. "Go on then."

You press forward, thinking about how your lipstick will smear across his dick. You feel a deep throb of arousal at the thought. You steady yourself by grabbing his thighs.

Chandler sets the pace, grabbing you by the hair, he eases you down his dick until your nose is pressed against him. Your throat convulses around the intrusion. He groans and pulls you off, repeating the same motion.

Every time his dick pushes at the back of your throat you feel the tears in your eyes grow heavier and heavier until with a blink they begin to fall free. After that you can't contain them, nor your own pleased little moans as you focus on the feeling of him in your mouth.

Chandler pushes you against himself as he cums with a harsh grunt, steadying you with his hand on the back of your head until he's spent. You pull back and wipe your mouth, your hand comes away smeared with lipstick.

"Beautiful," you look up at him. He briefly strokes you wetted cheek, your make-up undoubtedly darkened by your mascara. "Absolutely beautiful."

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30 Minute Fix: Focus

Hello lovelies! Welcome to this little ficlet featuring the precious bear of a man that is Edy Rodriguez. I don't know what it is about Alfred in this role, I just melt for him. Anyway, I got this idea while a buddy of mine struggled with their work. I don't know if it actually helped... but too late I guess!

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Summary: You can’t focus. Edy tries to help.

Rated: T

Words: 284 words

Warnings: Brief Language, like one word. 

Other: Gender-neutral reader.

Quick Note! This fic is part of the 30 Minute Fix series. This collection of ficlets is entirely random, all based on Alfred Molina's characters, and are written in 30 minutes. These fics are meant to be writing practice or warm-ups more than anything else, kind of like an artist's sketches. They have little to no plot, are entirely unrelated, and have gone through very little editing (no betas here!). You get to see the result of about 30 minutes of work.

Now with all that out of the way, I hope you enjoy the following low effort, low stress ficlet!

Or! Enjoy on AO3

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"You're not focusing." Two hands grab your waist, effectively ceasing your small movements. "Do I need to go?" Those same hands begin to push you off his lap.

"No!" You grab Edy's hands desperately. "No, I'll behave. I swear." He hums and helps you slide back until you're comfortably settled against him. His thick arms wrap around your waist, holding you tight to his broad chest.

"You need to focus harder, mi amor." His voice is low and quiet by your ear. He's trying to be stern, trying being the key word. His breath hitches when you start to wiggle in his lap. "You're not behaving."

"I don't want to fucking do this!" You can't help but pout.

He laughs, kisses you right below the ear. "Language."

You melt at the kiss. You stop pouting. "Edy..." He hums again, you can feel it in his chest against your back. You turn to look at him, he's smiling at you and it's kind and open and warm... You frown all over again. He's too sweet, too nice, too perfect to be dealing with the likes of you. "I don't want to do this," you whisper.

"I know, mi amor." How on Earth could you possibly deserve this gentle bear of a man? He sounds so understanding, so sympathetic, in no way do you feel as though he is disappointed or frustrated with you. "I know. But... when you finish you'll feel better." He readjusts you on his lap until you're both comfortable. "And maybe when you finish... I can give you a treat, hmm?"

"A treat?" He nods and smiles, a little wicked looking grin that makes your belly feel tight. "Fine."

"Good. Now focus."