“there’s whores here and stuff”

࿔ holland had heard jackson say something along the lines of “..my sister..” and it was like he had a full system shut down, completely stopping mid sentence. “that’s your sister?! like genetically?? biologically???” “march.” “no, jackson i’m serious, like look at her and look at you.” you’re trying not to laugh while jackson looks like he’s one more word away from homicide.

࿔ he’s attempting to recover and stands up too quickly, banging his knee against your coffee table, you laugh at his whiney voice, and he looks at you with this lovesick look on his face. jackson noticed immediately.

“no.”

“i didn’t say anything..”

“your face did!”

࿔ you spent the first week of knowing him wondering how the fuck did this man make it to his age. you’re helping them with cases because jacskon keeps dragging you along with him, paperwork, phone calls, and picking locks a little too well for someone who claims to not know much about criminal activity. and holland is unbearable about it. constantly hovering around you, offering you drinks you don’t want, dramatically acting wounded whenever you take a jab at him.

࿔ the chemistry is outrageous because you’re composed and razor-sharp while holland is… holland. drunk, chaotic, dramatic, shamelessly flirtatious. you spend half your time glaring at him while secretly trying not to laugh.

࿔ he starts showing off constantly when you’re around too. suddenly every story becomes exaggerated. every punchline gets louder. he’ll do something objectively dangerous during a case and immediately glance at you afterwards to see if you looked impressed. you usually looks horrified instead. which somehow encourages him more. jackson immediately and absolutely hates it.

“stay away from my sister.”

“i’m not going near your sister.” while holland is visibly staring at you from across the room while saying this.

࿔ you’re one of the only people who can genuinely fluster holland too. not because you flirt openly, but because you catch him off guard. you’ll straighten his tie absentmindedly mid-conversation and suddenly he forgets what year it is.

࿔ you’ll lean close to light his cigarette and holland goes completely silent for once in his life.

࿔ the best part is that you clearly like him long before you admit it.

࿔ you start lingering after work. calling him instead of jackson when there’s new information. rolling your eyes affectionately instead of genuinely.

࿔ holland notices every tiny change instantly because he’s paying an absurd amount of attention to you. one night the three of you are working late on a case and you fall asleep on the couch beside holland while reading files. he goes dead quiet immediately. just sits there staring at you with this soft bewildered expression like he cannot believe someone this lovely trusts him enough to sleep near him.

࿔ holland gets under your skin gradually, which makes you also become weirdly protective of him over time. because beneath all the sleazy charm and nonsense you realise he’s actually… kind. pathetically kind, honestly. it’s the little things you notice when he thinks nobody’s paying attention. the way he always positions himself between you and danger automatically. the way he lowers his voice when you’re tired. the way he looks at holly like she hung the moon.

࿔ you realise one night while watching him with his daughter that most of his sleazy persona is armour. performance. a distraction. underneath it is someone painfully soft. and unfortunately for you, you start finding that really attractive.

࿔ you begin looking forward to his visits without meaning to. listening for his obnoxious knocking. catching yourself smiling before you even open the door because you already knows he’ll walk in talking nonsense at full volume.

࿔ holland becomes part of you routine frighteningly quickly. coffee cups left in your sink. his jackets hanging over chairs. the sound of him arguing with jackson in the next room while you secretly try not to laugh.

࿔ you’re memorising him too: the exact tone his voice takes when he’s genuinely worried. how his hair curls slightly when it rains. the fact he gets quieter after bad cases. the way his bravado slips whenever you touch him unexpectedly. holland does get shy around you eventually. that catches you off guard most.

࿔ below all the confidence and flirting, there’s this strange almost-boyish nervousness whenever things become sincere. holland can flirt all day long, but if you compliment him genuinely? he’s finished.

࿔ one night, you’re patching up a cut on his eyebrow after a fight and he suddenly says very softly: “you always look at me like i’m better than i am.” and you answer without hesitation: “maybe you’re worse at seeing yourself than i thought.” holland genuinely doesn’t know what to do with tenderness like that.

࿔ the moment you both realise you’re truly in trouble happens late at night after a rough case. holland’s drunk, bruised, tie hanging loose, sitting at your kitchen table talking quietly for once. he’s telling some story about holly as a child, smiling softly into his whiskey glass. and suddenly you see it. the loneliness in him. not pathetic loneliness. just deep. old. the kind someone jokes through because they don’t know what else to do with it.

࿔ and your chest physically aches looking at him. because beneath all the chaos, holland wants to be loved so badly it’s almost heartbreaking. he can see you looking at him that way, and he knows you feel it too. after that, you’re both softer towards each other.

࿔ he starts drinking less around you eventually, though not intentionally at first. he just likes remembering conversations with you clearly. likes staying sharp enough to notice every little expression you make. you notice immediately of course. “you’re sober.” holland shrugs awkwardly. “trying something new. felt seasonal.”

࿔ one of your favourite things becomes watching holland attempt to act cool when he’s nervous. because he’s terrible at it. he’ll lean casually against walls and immediately lose balance.

࿔ you’re smoothing his clothes out, brushing lint off of him, brushing his messy hair, keeping ashtrays and lighters in every room for him, letting him crash at your house anytime he wants.

࿔ holland notices every single thing. he starts looking at you differently too once he realises you’re caring for him on purpose now. your chemistry gets infinitely worse you begin flirting back intentionally. leaning close while talking just to watch him lose focus. touching his arm casually and feeling him go quiet. calling him “handsome” in that dry teasing voice that makes him stare at her like he’s been shot.

࿔ at some point you catch yourself defending holland automatically whenever jackson insults him. “he’s an idiot.” “he solved the case.” “by accident.” “he still solved it! stop being mean to him!”

࿔ and jackson looks at you with the most confused expression because what the fuck do you like him too???

࿔ holland falls hardest during the quiet moments though. you asleep in the passenger seat while he drives. when you’re humming softly to old jazz records. when you’re instinctively reaching for his hand during stressful moments without even realising you’re doing it.

࿔ one night after a case goes particularly badly, holland shows up at your house bleeding slightly and pretending it’s “mostly superficial”. you clean him up in silence at the bathroom sink while he watches you with unusually soft eyes. and you realise, very suddenly, that trusting holland march feels terrifyingly easy. which is absurd. because he’s a disaster. but he’s your disaster now.

࿔ the first time you kiss him happens almost accidentally. you’re adjusting the bandage near his jaw while he talks quietly about something unimportant, and suddenly he stops mid-sentence because you’re looking at him differently. really looking at him. holland’s voice goes softer immediately. “what?” and you don’t answer. just kiss him. for once in his life holland march is completely speechless. like genuinely stunned silent. then, after several full seconds: “wow.”

Holland loves when you call him daddy.

It first happened on accident when he was eating out your pussy, your fingers tangled in his hair, his mustache tickling your clit in the most delicious way. You had let it slip past your parted lips between moans, you didn’t even notice it until he stopped licking your clit.

He sits up to look up at you, eyes blown out with lust, his mouth dripping from your wetness, having made you cum once already with his skilled mouth. You look at him, puzzled.

“What did you say, sweetheart?” He doesn’t break eye contact.

Then it hits you.

Your face turns a deep red with embarrassment. This was it, your dream boy was going to leave you because of a stupid kink you had suppressed.

He notices your eyes darting to avoid eye contact, and he moves up to cup your cheek gently.

“Hey gorgeous, hey, it’s okay, I’ve just never heard you call me that before. Do you wanna call me that?”

You nod without looking at him.

He moves your jaw to look in your eyes. “Tell me what you want, pretty girl. You want to be daddy’s little slut? My sweet girl?”

You bite your lip and nod.

“Yeah? What do you say, gorgeous?”

You blush even harder, your pussy absolutely soaked at this point.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

He pulls you into a kiss, his hand reaching between your bodies, finding your clit.

You jump at the contact, gasping in his mouth.

He smiles and whispers lowly. “Yeah? You wanna cum for daddy? Gonna be my good girl and cum for me?”

He looks at you with such lust and hunger you swear he’d devour you right there. You feel the delicious twisting pressure in your core erupt into white hot bliss as you cum, clenching around nothing.

You feel his cock twitch against your thigh as you ride out your orgasm, both of you moaning, and he starts grinding into your thigh, chasing his own high.

He spills all over your leg and pussy with a deep groan, and pulls you into a deep open mouth kiss as his cum spills out onto you. You start calling him daddy more often now.

Holland wishes he knew what you smelled like.

It’s one of the things he hates most, not being able to breathe in his lover’s aroma. You show him what perfumes and body oils you use, sure, but it’s not the same as breathing in the real deal.

You get a new body wash for the shower, the scent being simply described as “rose water.”

When you and him are in the shower together - one of the things he loves doing is bathing you, and you him - he picks up the bottle and just stares at it.

You finish rinsing out your shampoo and catch him staring at the bottle.

“What’s wrong, hon?”

He shakes his head as he pours a generous amount on his hand.

“Nothin,” he says. “Just would really like to know what this smells like is all.”

You look at him sadly, even though he has his hands on your tits now, massaging the wash gently onto your skin.

You put a hand on his shoulder and bring him in for a kiss. His lips tremble. You pull away, leaving an inch between the two of you as you look into his eyes, filled with soft tears.

“Oh honey, what’s wrong? C’mon you can tell me.”

He stops washing your tits, just holding them now - he does this for comfort and honestly, you love it.

“Can’t smell my sweetheart. Just wanna know what you smell like,” he whispers sadly.

You look at him with sadness in your eyes, knowing his head injury took away his sense of smell. You cup his cheeks and bring him into a deep, loving kiss, full of pure love.

He takes his hands off your tits to bring you into a big hug, the two of you cuddling under the gentle warm shower stream. You feel him shaking as he cries into your shoulder, tracing gentle patterns onto his back.

You pepper his neck with tiny kisses, quietly telling him “it’s okay sweetheart, I know, I’m so sorry.”

You do your best to describe scents and odors to him (sometimes it’s best he can’t smell the brussel sprouts cooking), but occasionally it gets too much, where he simply wants nothing more than to breathe in his lover’s sweet aroma.

Holland loves giving you hickies, marking you as his.

You love the way his stubble scratches so pleasantly on your jaw and neck when he dives into you, squeezing your hips, and groaning into your neck.

He’s gentle, sometimes. He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he knows you like it rough. And he’s not afraid to admit he loves it.

You’re usually marked up somewhere on your body. Your tits, your neck, your thighs, sometimes your ass. He hates seeing you unmarked, you’re his after all.

Right now, he has you pinned down, he’s on top of you, biting into your gentle neck making sure it shows the next day. Claiming you as his own. You feel how hard he is, and he moves your hand out of the way when you reach down to undo his belt.

“Uh-uh, sweetheart. I wanna give you all the lovin’ tonight.”

You moan as he licks a stripe and blows on the mark he just made on your neck, causing you to shudder from the cool air. You were glad it was late November so you could easily get away with wearing a turtleneck.

He moves down to your tits, holding one in his hand and kneading it in his calloused hand, the other in his mouth, sucking a deep, dark spot just above your nipple. He pulls away and admires his work of art. He sees the remnants of his previous marks, some of them having faded into a golden yellow, some of them still a light purple from where he had his mouth a few days ago.

He hums at this, drinking in your beauty. He looks at you, completely naked under him, pussy dripping, breathing heavily, hair a delightful tangled mess.

He moves down to your thighs, tracing the outer edge of your legs with his hands, and picking them up over his shoulders. You bite your lip as he peppers gentle kisses along your inner thighs, glancing up at you every so often, his hair a mess at this point, his eyes blown wide with lust.

He licks one long strip up your soaked pussy with a deep moan, and bites down on your inner thigh. You moan loudly, your breath hitching in your throat from the pleasure, as he sucks a deep, dark mark into your supple skin.

He snakes one of his hands over to your pussy, plunging one of his thick fingers into you and you jump at the contact. He looks up at you as he bites down again, sucking another mark into your thigh. He pumps his finger in and out, your pussy making a delicious wet sound as he fucks you with his finger. He plunges a second one in, and soon a third, stretching you out so nicely.

He briefly pulls away and moves over to your other thigh, repeating his actions. His fingers hit deep inside you, and you whine at the pleasure, and he keeps fucking that same spot over and over, bringing you to the edge.

You cum hard and fast as he bites down - hard - on your thigh, burying his fingers in your pussy as you ride out your orgasm.

He pulls them out gently, licking them clean and moaning at your intoxicating taste. He crawls back over to you, pulling the satin sheet over the two of you, and he gives you the most gentle kisses across your jaw as you feel your eyes closed, feeling very happy.

Yeah so I went a bit overboard with these but I hope you guys enjoy! :3

More hcs to come soon! ✨

As always, requests/asks are open~

Sub!Lars. That is all

Switch!Holland (he whimpers no matter what position he’s in)

Switch!Grace - honestly? He whimpers so much and loves when you have him in your mouth (“please baby, yeah don’t stop, so good, feels so good…”) but when he catches you staring at his muscles when he’s working on the ship or wearing those tight science pun shirts, he immediately starts teasing you (“yeah? You like what you see sweetheart? You’re already wet for me aren’t you? Be a good girl and sit that pretty pussy on my cock”)

Love me some dom professor!Grace though. He’d wait until after class and you’re finished grading his papers to run his hand up your back, lean you back into him, feeling his hard cock straining against his trousers, whisper in your ear that he’s gonna bend you over his desk and take what’s his. Bonus points he ties your hands up with his tie :3

Holland insisting on chain smoking while you ride him or he’s fucking you from behind so you feel ashes falling on your tailbone this is so hot to me idc

Holland wears heart boxers, send tweet

Lars adores praise to the point of cumming in his pants just from your soft, sweet words before he even gets to touch you

Jacob is a soft!dom for sure but when you call him daddy, something in him snaps, he pushes you down further into the bed and starts fucking you deep, groaning into your ear as he spills into you

Holland is so talkative as is, and he is never quiet when you two are having sex. Moaning, grunting, panting, whimpering, talking to you (“yeah that’s it sweetheart, take my big cock just like that. You like it, huh? Squeezin’ that pretty pussy o’ yours on my dick feels s’ good”) but sometimes you shut him up by gagging him with his own tie and just hearing his muffled sounds as you ride him, and ohhh how he loves when you take control

prologue ⭐︎ what’s two plus two?

chapter 1 ⭐︎ strangers, again

chapter 2 ⭐︎ the wake

chapter 3 ⭐︎ for the good of humanity

chapter 4 ⭐︎ he looked for you first