#DONT GET ME STARTED ON OLIVER IT'S HIM TOO.

[jackkennedyofficial]

HAPPY BELATED KAREN. she is beyond

[tartt9]

wwc has me thinking about jamie's playstyle a lot like. okay i guess im really into the football part of the silly football show alsjfalsfj

[bunny-jpeg]

Hi 👋 could I please order a

Maple Cream Pie with a Tonic Water, a Naked & Famous and a Hard Lemonade.

Please, for Lando Norris.

bakery menu!

thank you for submitting an order! i love getting them and have been trying my best to get through all of them! as for this one, thank you for the submission. i love what you ordered and i hope that you enjoy the fic! i messed around with the ages a bit since lando is only 24 (fuckin' baby), so i slowly inserted it into the team principal au where it does made the age gap a lil bigger! (i hope you dont mind)

maple cream pie ("either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck.") + tonic water (age gap) + naked & famous (bimbo/ditzy!reader) + hard lemonade (possessive behaviour)

cw: smut/pwp, team principal au, age gap (20s/40s), possessive behavior, reference to sugar daddy, bimbo!reader, mean!lando, innocent!reader, missionary position, dirty talk

lando didn't like sharing his toys. and now at almost forty he didn't like sharing the little thing he called his girlfriend. at his age, he shouldn't be chasing after women who barely held down a full-time job in their whole life. he should be settled down with a wife and some kids, at least that was what oscar told him. (damn bastard had been married for ten years with three kids now), instead lando chased young tail like he chased trophies.

except instead of a racer he was the team principal of mclaren. maybe it was the chip on his shoulder that year after year throughout his racing career, he barely missed the wdc. now as principal he could make sure that his drivers did better than he did. maybe it was to relive his youth, the way having you on his arm made him feel in his twenties again.

your smile could warm a brick of ice. especially when you tried to cover your mouth when you got shy. you stood out in the paddock, you were dressed so sweetly. while most were in branded with the mclaren logo. you were in a pretty sundress. it was an olive green colour with off white flowers printed on it.

lando saw you playfully slap his driver on the shoulder before you giggled. it made him get up from his desk and take off his headphones. he clenched his fists before he draped an arm around your shoulders. he smiled at his driver as you got pushed against his chest.

"what are you doing, sweetheart? shouldn't you be with the other girls? this is the boy's area." he said, as if there weren't more women in formula one since he raced.

you looked to your lover and giggled, "well, i wanted to see the action! and he was filling me in with what was going on."

he looked at his driver, the younger man wanted to fill you with something that was for sure. didn't help that the dress showed more of your breasts than he usually liked. lando looked to the other man and said, "i think it's time to get in the car soon. big day today."

the driver nodded, wanting to impress his boss. lando felt a swell of pride at his ability to scare off the younger man without much effort. his attention was taken back to you as you held onto the front of his shirt.

"meanie."

"meanie, huh?" lando laughed a little, "i'm not a meanie, sweetheart."

you nodded. you were so dumb it was cute, it was like a kitten that hadn't grown their teeth. you nipped rather than bit. you needed to be protected, sheltered. and the new mclaren driver was getting too close.

lando dropped his hand to your ass and gave it a firm squeeze, "right, right. because a meanie would buy his beloved girl anything she asked for. or make sure she was comfortable on every trip. all paid for, but i'm the real meanie right."

you dropped your shoulders a little, "you're not a meanie, landy."

he smiled and kissed you on the top of the head, "thank you, babe. now why don't you go see the others. race is gonna start soon." then gave your ass a pat before you left.

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it would be a few nights later in your shared home. lando would meet you in the bedroom with a box. it wasn't an engagement ring. but something else. when you opened it, his eyes lingered on you.

"what is it?" you asked.

he smiled, "just open it. i promise it won't bite." then sat on the edge of the bed as you carefully opened the box. his eyes lingered on your breasts in the thin tank top you wore to bed.

inside the box was a gold necklace. a thin chain with his name on it, "lando". you picked it up from the box and admired it. you looked up at him and he kept his smile.

"either you wear the necklace with my name on it, or wear my bruises around your neck." his tone was dark, but his smile was like the sun, "i have to make sure that no one gets the wrong idea. i don't like sharing, babe. i'm greedy."

you nodded. so soft under his touch. you only wanted to make lando happy, be his special girl. you said to him, "you know i'd never cheat."

lando took your face in his hands and pulled you in for a heated kiss, "i know. it's not you i have the issue with. it's other men. the most dangerous thing on the planet is a man. and i need you safe. protected." before he got on top of you, to savour his girl, he put the necklace on you. he said, "there, that's perfect." he then cupped your breasts before he licked his lips, "it's improved your whole look."

you yelped as he got you onto your back and his hands on the waistband of the panties you were going to sleep in. you could feel his hungry gaze on you.

"such a little dummy." he chuckled as he yanked the panties down, "the prettiest thing i own." something curled in your stomach. a much older man with a lot of power at his disposal, yearning for something to pretty to fuck.

you practically wore a collar with his name on it so in case you got lost, someone would find you and bring you back to him. it was cute. with your soft lips and the roundness to your face. you looked like a painting on a chapel ceiling. an angel that lando got to pluck the wings off almost every evening.

your body responded to him well as he pushed the tank top off of you, revealing your stomach and eventually your breasts. lando realized that he liked women with a little softness to them. models were pretty, but you were beyond pretty. you curves as soft as your personality. a little dumb for him, nothing in that little head of yours. it was cute. that was why lando was so protective (possessive) of you.

once you were naked, you laid out on the bed. the soft bed that you slept in almost every night. lando got on top of you and eyed your naked form. stripped of everything except for the necklace. it was cute. maybe lando would break his promise and bruise up your pretty throat with his bites.

he got undressed and got between your legs with your knees bent. he even grabbed one of the pillows to elevate your hips for him. to get at the right angle.

"you're mine, right?" he said, "no one else's?"

you nodded, "of course, landy. i'm yours!" your voice was a little higher, sweeter for him. and it made something curl in his gut. you were so innocent, sweet in a way.

"that's what i like to hear, baby. you're such a good girl for me. letting me have a taste of you as often as i can. that's why i have to make sure you don't go running off. you're one in a million and i can't take a chance like that. losing something to sweet. it would be criminal."

his voice was tinged with possessiveness. and when he sank into you and started with a quick pace, you yelped and clung onto him tightly. your back arched a little at the feeling of his cock inside of your slick pussy. even though you were soaked between your legs, the intrusion was still a lot for you.

"you are so pretty on my cock. this is where you belong. letting me fuck you until you get your fill. you're a greedy little thing, aren't you? i'm pretty sure i could throw you to the mclaren team and it wouldn't be enough for you. put you in a little bikini and a sign in your ass saying that you're free use. first come, first serve. and let them all have their way with you." his pace quickened as his cock felt like it was going to bruise your insides.

you whimpered and arched your back. your hands found the pillow under your head as he fucked you heavily. he panted heavily, paired with your loud moans. you were always so loud, lando one time had to gag you with your panties when he fucked you in his office. in fairness, maybe he could slow down the pace. but where was the fun in that?

lando continued, he was a man on a mission. determined in a way that made heat rise in his gut. you looked so good on your back, under him. the steady rise and fall of your chest. your sweet moans and heavy pants. how you clung to the pillow with your pretty nails. lando made your lifestyle possible, the best you could do was reward him with your pussy. a thank you for all the hard work he does.

"please, ah!" you whimpered as you arched your back a little more. you felt the heat in your gut. your cunt felt like a dream around his cock. your toes curled from the sensation. "please, please, ah! lando!"

"so pretty." he said as he continued to thrust into you. his pace was aggressive, almost bruising. he watched you squirm a little as your noises got louder and tighter.

"i'm cumming!" you whined as you felt climax crash over you. you tensed up for a moment, which made lando see stars, before you relaxed with a heavy exhale.

"fuck." he panted as he continued to ram into you. the sounds of your fucking filled the room paired with your soft, post-orgasmic moans. he watched you kick out your legs a little. all the fight left your body. he finished inside of you soon after with a loud groan, his cock shoved as deep as it could go.

he knew it was a risky game with unprotected sex. but, just like everything else. lando would take care of it if anything went wrong. he admired your blissed out features. in your own little dumb world as the after shocks of pleasure coursed through you.

"perfect." hes aid softly before he pulled out.

you laid out next to him on the bed as you tried to catch your breath. lando took you gently by the chain you wore, the necklace he bought you. and you laid up next to him. curled up at his side.

lando rubbed the side of your head lovingly as he chuckled a little bit. "this is how i like you, sweetheart. all curled up next to me." he got your leg over his thigh and held it as he kissed at your face.

maybe next time he'll take some photos of his precious girl in nothing, but your little necklace. maybe sharing those around the paddock will keep those men away from you. <3

[uzurakis]

HERE TO SEND YOU BLUELOCK HEAD CANNONS! >:D

Can you do headcannons of the guys and how they would be like if they were teaching us how to play soccer? Hope this is interesting for you ^^, if you're interested to make them thanks in advance!

TEACHING YOU SOCCER?!

featuring: michael kaiser. itoshi rin. oliver aiku. isagi yoichi. bachira meguru.

n. yees darling, i was invested to write this (it's a challenging one because i don't really play soccer myself). hope i nailed it though, thank you to u too <3

MICHAEL KAISER. "nice shot!" kaiser exclaimed, clapping you on the back. "but don't get too cocky, mein liebling."

"learned from the best, i guess," you teased, nodding toward kaiser. "after all, my boyfriend's the world's number one striker, hmm?"

kaiser's eyes widened in mock surprise, a beam spreading across his face. "well, when you put it that way," he said, puffing out his chest with pride and sliding back his golden locks. "i suppose i am pretty amazing."

"ah, but if i'm the world's number one striker," he continued, trying to tease you with words, "then that must mean you have to kneel before me, right?"

you lifted an eyebrow, unable to stop snickering at his exaggerated claim. "huh, is that so?" playing along with his joke. "i guess i'll have to remember to bow down to the soccer king himself."

the guy grinned, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. "that's more like it," now his voice filled with mock superiority, typical kaiser. "but don't worry, i'll be a generous king."

ITOSHI RIN. "fine, i'll try my best, but just so you know, i'm not really good at teaching," rin confessed, feeling apologetic because he’s not used to teaching others. and now, his girlfriend wants to learn how to play soccer.

rin took a deep breath, trying to muster up some confidence as he began to explain the basics of dribbling. "uh, alright, first, dribbling. just try to keep the ball close to your feet for now," he instructed, a bit hesitant.

"oi, dont look at me, look at the ball," he reminded you. "sorry," you chuckled, truly didn't realize you weren't paying attention. come on, just look at him. "if i’m being honest, you look really hot like this," you teased, but, it’s true though!

rin's cheeks flushed slightly at your comment, but he quickly regained his composure. "focus," he replied. though there was a hint of annoyance, you couldn't help but sneak a glance at rin's face as he continued to give you instructions, his cheeks flushed slightly from your earlier comment.

suddenly, rin's voice broke through your reverie, snapping you back to reality. "i said focus!"

OLIVER AIKU. "keep your eye on the ball and follow through with your kick," aiku instructed while you attempted to pass the ball to him.

even when you struggled or made mistakes, aiku remained patient and supportive, offering gentle guidance to help you improve. "try to angle your foot a bit more next time," he suggested, as you missed the mark with your pass. "you're doing great, sweetie. just keep practicing."

by the end of the session, you were exhausted but thankful for aiku's patience and support. he wrapped his arm around your shoulders, a proud smile on his lips.

"you're making progress, sweetie," he soothed, genuine and affectionate. "with a little more practice, you'll beat me out here."

BACHIRA MEGURU. "okaaay, let's start with some dribbling drills," he said, bachira was overjoyed since this meant he had another friend to play soccer with. "try to keep the ball under control as you move around me, kaay?"

you nodded, determined to give it your best shot. as you began to dribble the ball, you stumbled a bit, but bachira was quick to offer a push. "nice job, baby! you're getting the hang of it," he cheered, clapping his hands in support.

with each effort, you gained confidence and dribbled past bachira with greater ease. bachira congratulated you on your small wins every time you successfully escaped him. "woah, that was awesome! baby, i’m so happy!" he exclaimed, giving you a high-five.

"great effort, babes! keep it up, and you'll get it," he encouraged, his words filling you with determination. “lets keep playing together!”

ISAGI YOICHI. "hey, it's okay," isagi said gently, stepping closer to you. "here, let me show you."

he moved behind you and gently guided your legs into the correct position, his touch firm yet gentle. "see? keep your body low and your touches light," he explained, moving your legs in rhythm with the ball. "you've got this, angel.”

with isagi's guidance, you began to feel more confident, dribbling the ball with increasing control. whenever you made a mistake, your boyfriend always offered gentle correction and encouragement.

"nice try, but try to keep the ball closer to your feet," he would say, his tone encouraging. "like this," demonstrating the correct form before guiding your legs to mimic his movements.

@uzurakis

[mrfoox]

Lmao, I finally got to meet the guy who both Magnus and Oliver dislikes and it was a treat 😂

[kadwrites]

a man with a reputation | T.S

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summary ; you cannot talk your way out of this , for the first time in your life, you're given no choice.

warnings ; angst, cursing, mild violence i guess??? , arranged marriage trope.

a/n ; maybe i'll turn this into a series? who knows, let me know what you think <3. also the accent is a mess, but im trying.

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"no!" your eyes are wide , glassy with anger filled tears "i will not be treated like some piece of land."

"would you listen? your father and i are thinking of your future." you mother is looking at you with a stern face, sitting beside your father as you stand in front of them

"what future do you think i'll 'ave with thomas fucking shelby?" you raise your voice

"do not speak to me like that , i am your mother."

"we're old, i'm sick with god knows how many illnesses." your father speaks, his cane in his hand as he leans against it, still on the sofa

"don't start with that talk" you shake your head with a chuckle, you sniffle and turn your head away

"i don't know if i'll live another day , i am too sick to work, too sick to care for the farm, there is nothing left for me to give you" he speaks slowly with a serious voice, and it makes your heart sink "this isn't a joke or some game, i've survived the war and lived long enough to see all of you grow , but i know that my time is near, i cannot risk dying and leaving you with nothing"

your father never spoke to you like that, he was always jovial , happy.

it seems like it hits you for the first time, how much your parents have aged, how much the illness took from your father, how his sicknesses have changed him.

"celest got to marry who she chose and so did oliver and so did abraham, but i don't get to do that? i dont get to choose my own husband?" your tears start falling, your voice cracks

"i need to know you'll be taken care of , that you'll be in good hands when im dead and gone."

"and you think his hands are the good hands you speak of?" you cant help the humorless smile that graces your face, hot tears stain your cheek "you can't be serious"

"he is the most feared man in birmingham," your mother chimes in

"you are willing to sell your daughter! to some gangster!" you raise your voice again

your mother stands and faces you

"i am not selling you off, i am securing you a future, with a wealthy man, who can give you everything you can possibly want. you'll live like royalty" her words come through gritted teeth "i am not giving you away to some old pig, you're marrying a respectable man, a man with a reputation."

"a reputation? don't you know what 'appened to his first wife ? you are securing me a grave" you come nose to nose with your mother, both of you almost vibrating in anger "you are killing me is what you're doing, you're selling me off to the highest bidder"

the next thing you hear is the sound of your mother's palm against your cheek, the sound of the slap echos throughout the empty house, your head is turned, your cheek stings

your parents never laid a hand on you, even as a rebellious teenager when they caught you sneaking out the window or smoking on the roof.

your head turns slowly, eyes wide as you look at your mother, she looks mortified at her own actions,

you turn and run off and up the stairs to your room, hearing your father yell at your mother for what shes done.

at some point during the night, you had fallen asleep, but not for long. you were awake when the sun rose, your back pressed against your bed frame, looking ahead at the painting on the wall, it was a family portrait, and you were sitting on your father's lap.

you knew your sister was here when you heard the sounds of her five children, running around the house.

she knocks softly but doesn't bother to wait for an answer when she opens the door after a few seconds, she walks slowly, and sees you on the bed.

your eyes stuck on the portrait , your face almost emotionless, your tears have dried and stained your cheeks, she wonders for how long you cried, your back against the wood of the bed frame, no pillow thrown in her direction for waking you up, no annoyed words saying "you couldn't fucking come in the afternoon?" . the curtains are parted, letting the light in, which is very unusual for you.

you hear the bed creek under her weight when she gets on it, laying next to you

"i heard about yesterday" she says softly, her head turned to look at you

you only glance at her , but your head doesn't turn, then you look back at the portrait

"they're doing this for you, they want whats best for you." she's not sure if it is you she's trying to reassure you or herself , this wasn't ever supposed to happen.

her little sister was supposed to marry a man she wanted, a simple man, a man capable of love

you hum, or you make a sound at least , acknowledging her.

"he isn't all that bad, you know."

a weak chuckle escapes you at her words "in what world is thomas shelby not a bad person?" your voice is hoarse , from screaming and crying all night long no doubt.

"he can give you a good life."

"ya 'ave a good life don't you? with the man you chose, the man you love." your gaze doesn't move, still staring at the painting "its not fair, you lot got to be happy, and i don't."

"ya don't know that." her voice is full of sympathy or maybe pity, you didn't want to know.

you finally turn to your sister, "do you honestly think that i can be happy with 'im ?"

your sister hesitates , she licks her lips "he's a powerful man."

you chuckle at that too "that tends to 'appen when you're a gangster."

"i tried with them, i really did." her voice is weak too, it cracks.

your eyes well with tears again, you didn't know you could even cry anymore "i know..." your voice is a whisper

you knew she'd be against it, she wouldn't agree, maybe oliver would tell you to consider it, abraham would too, just to please your father.

but celest wouldn't

"what are ya goin' to do?" she whispers back, her tears start rolling too

"what can i do?" you ask "i dont 'ave any other choice"

she looks at you as if she didn't expect that. you were always stubborn, always talking your way out of anything you didn't want, you always got your way with your parents, thats what she taught you.

but this time, you don't want to fight back.

"you're goin' through with it?"

"i cant live knowing i disobeyed my father's dying wish."

your father was sick, and getting worse everyday. you were a stubborn woman, but the little girl inside of you couldn't bear to disobey her father.

celest wraps an arm around your shoulder, holding you to her chest, her hands runs up and down your arm , like she did when abraham would bother you to tears, or when oliver wouldn't let you play with him.

"at least he's easy on the eyes, eh?" she tries desperately to lighten the mood, her lips pressed to your forehead

" hes old." you say with a weak laugh

"hes older, not old." she corrects, with a laugh too.

[prettyboykatsuki]

miss faNGGGGG!!! MISSS !!!! FANGGGGG!!!!!! please spare some thoughts on brothers best friend oliver 🧎‍♀️im on my knees. cz like i think hed get a thrill out of the indecency of it and maybe sendo would deem you off limits cz you’re too “clean” for a guy like oliver and itd only fuel him harder…

SDJLFJDFLK g*d. i hate this guy.

i think.... with sendo.... you guys are like total opposites. sendo grows up as like.. the perfect athlete jock type son. super popular and stuff.

i know you say clean here but in my mind im imagining ur sort of alternative u just keep to yourself to yourself a lot you know.... like bear with me but because sendo is so in the spotlight u sort of develop your own thing and tend to have your own individual style. very Different i suppose. you're a little weird and otherwise super straight-laced. got bullied for being different at one point or another but found a few close friends in school etc

sendo is sendo so he's always been super popular. u drifted apart when he played soccer more and so while u know of oliver u dont rlly get to know him until he's already a slut lol. sendo tells oliver that u probably wont be his type (not to be an asshole but u are not usually like who he dates) and to not be around you in general.

oliver sort of assumes that u have some experience though. like you have a certain look and style of dress that makes u stand out. so imagine his shock and surprise when he tries talking to you and you're kind of meek. you're like super doe-eyed which makes it even worse. and olivers like. oh. i have to make it my lifes mission to fuck this kid.

and so he starts coming over and texting you a lot. you're . so naive. which makes sense considering all that sendo has told you. but he really gets off on just how easily you seem to trust him. guys lie you know? don't you have any sense of danger. but guys have never been interested in you and you don't think oliver is either.

you guys meet on accident in a 7/11 near your house once and he sort of. jumps on the chance to be alone with you. you just make it way too easy. like way way way too easy. he doesn't even have to get you drunk he just asks if you have any kissing experience and then asks if he can kiss you when you say no. and you're like oh i mean. i guess. and you're super clumsy and it gives him a weird boner.

you lose your virginity in an alleyway and in the filthiest way possible. no condom either. baggy hoodie stuffed into your mouth, basketball shorts down at your ankles, socked feet pushed up out of your sandals and your hands on the wall with oliver fucking you in public - squirt and cum running down the inside of your thigh. he's fucking you hard too, no mercy just his hands on his hips while he moans about how good your pussy feels around his dick

he's kinda horrible because he keeps teasing you the entire time. and then when you give him a fucked out look over your shoulder and ask if you can kiss again he nearly cums right there.

you're like drooling and your thighs are trembling. you nearly fall down in the middle of it because your legs are so weak. he ends up taking you home after the first round and fucking you some more after that.

weirdly i do think oliver in this scenario ends up dating you in secret. he gets off way more on your sex innocent reactions and hiding it than he thought. sendoes gonna fucking kill him later but well, it's not his fault you make such a noise when he fucks you face down ass up yk

[icallhimjoey]

Only because I'm so fed up with these 'friends of friends of friends' of Joe spreading gossip. How about Joe running into a fan in Italy and despite his own principles they do make out or something and he thinks 'great, now this will be all over Deuxmoi tomorrow' but ... he there's not a beep. Nothing. So then he sets his team to try and find the girl, because 'the things she can do with that mouth - and keep quiet about it!' 😂

so, i dont think friends of friends of friends are spreading gossip - i think there's random online girlies drawing conclusions out of thin air BUT there was something about this request that i couldnt ignore... hope you enjoy my version of italy!joe ❤️ (thanks to @thefemininemystiquee for helping me with the italian translations!) Wordcount: 3.5K

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Alla ricerca di Cenerentola

Joe fucked up.

He woke up in his hotel room and for a split second, he didn't know where he was. Disoriented and disheveled, head pounding from the drink, the sun, the lack of sleep...

It was hot.

For that lone second, Joe was fully within his body. Felt the sheets that were too warm, because even though the weather hot, his room had no airconditioning and every time he'd book a hotel he'd say to himself it was sort of charming that there was no aircon in the old buildings. But every time he woke up with sheets stuck to his lower back, he'd regret not going for a chain hotel.

Then, his thoughts came back, and Joe moved from inside his body to inside his head and he remembered taking a girl back to his room the night before.

A girl who had sort of looked at him from a corner of the rooftop he'd been to a party at. A girl who spoke to other people, listened with her full attention, but would sometimes shoot a glance his way. A girl who kept her distance, because, that's what strangers do, don't they?

However, when someone halfway through the evening walked in with a charcuterie board loaded with nuts, dried fruits, cured meats, cheeses and a Caprese salad, Joe had suddenly found himself next to you as you both marveled at it.

You clearly knew the person holding the tray. Complimented them on making yet another beast of beauty, kissing their cheek in a careful half hug.

Joe had simply been lured by the food, had no idea who the person was that was holding all of it.

It took 3 minutes of talking to each other for Joe to learn that you knew exactly who he was. Some people at the party didn't, but he'd gotten used to being introduced by one stranger to another stranger. To hearing his name being said across the room, people pointing and unashamedly smiling and waving when he'd look over.

It was all right.

He'd been introduced to people he admired in the same way. Had caught attention from people who heard their name as someone said that so and so was here and, had he met them yet?

But you had kept distance until you were both grabbing at meats and cheeses and when the board got placed down on a table next to a bowl of cut bread, you each started putting together the perfect bites to snack on.

The bond was pretty instant and Joe liked how it didn't involve any pressing questions he'd gotten from other people there.

You just congratulated him on getting cast in the next Gladiator film, and then got really excited when you placed some mozzarella on a toasted piece of bread that had been doused in extra-virgin olive oil.

Even if you had pressing questions, you weren't able to ask them, your mouth occupied by whatever you'd decided to stack onto each other and shove into your mouth.

So, you knew about his next job.

That kind of meant you probably knew more.

Dangerous territory.

Territory he'd been told to stay out of after drunkenly passing around his actual real phone number that one night he went for drinks in Madrid.

Easy fix. He'd just gotten a new number. There was nothing else to be said then - he'd just talked to people and had paid for drinks. Nothing scandalous to bite him in the ass later.

Not like now.

Joe fucked up.

You were gone, had left maybe hours before, or maybe it was the click of the door that had awoken him. He had no idea. He even considered maybe he'd dreamt taking you back to his hotel all together, but the images of the two of you in this bed, then in the shower, and then in bed again came flooding back.

Yea, you definitely had been there. The evidence was there in the smell of his fingers.

That made him remember more. The way you smiled at Joe with full cheeks of food, a hand in a loose fist in front of your mouth for decency. The way you giggled as he shimmied to songs that others sang along to. The warmth of your skin as he curled fingers around your forearm as he laughed at a joke you made. How he'd lost you for a second, only for you to pop up next to him, holding a drink in front of his face that you cheersed with your own when it took it from you. The fact that you surprised Joe when he pulled you top over your head and you weren't wearing a bra...

Joe hadn't intended for the night to end the way it did.

Not at all.

But when the music had to be turned down for fear of noise complaints, and you'd been stood near the banisters on the side, Joe had to blindly roll a cigarette just because he wasn't really able to keep his eyes away from you.

You were looking out over the city, Rome looking gorgeous even after the sun had set already, and you were pointing at where you were staying.

"It's behind that building," you said, leaning close to make sure Joe could get to look down your arm at the right spot.

"Which one?" Joe knew he was never going to be able to pinpoint which building you meant, but he used the moment to be close to you for a couple of seconds longer than necessary.

You smelled like tangerine and vanilla. Sickly sweet and summery.

His eyes never left you.

"Behind the yellow one, see that one, there?"

They were all fucking yellow, weren't they?

"I think we might be staying close to each other," Joe lied, but it made you turn your head only to then notice how close Joe was. How he was looking at you.

Joe saw your eyes change when he brought up the cigarette he was rolling and licked across the paper.

Yea, he was going to take you back to his hotel room.

Or he'd let you drag him along to yours.

Either way, Joe was going to get his dick wet. If you were up for it, that was.

Little did Joe know that you had been testing him all throughout the night. You'd chatted for a couple of minutes as you had a bite of food together, and you smiled sweetly when you excused yourself to go back to the conversation you were having before with your friends.

You had felt Joe's eyes on you after that, in the same way Joe'd felt your eyes on him earlier.

Moving around the party, you'd noticed how Joe's eyes followed. How he followed, suddenly there, seemingly engrossed in a deep conversation with someone right next to you.

Until swiftly Joe was a part of your conversation.

He hadn't left you after that.

Was this smart? Was this going to be a problem? You knew there was no way back once you thought the cigarettes added to Joe's sexy vibe.

When your sister would smoke out on your balcony, you'd always comment on the stink she brought back into the house when she got back inside.

Now? The smell didn't bother you all that much.

Yea, you were going to take Joe back to your hotel room.

Or you'd let Joe drag you back to his.

Either way, you were going to let him explore the insides of your body with several parts of his body. If he was up for it, that was.

But now it was the morning, so bright outside already, and Joe was alone. He checked his phone, which was on his bedside table, off the charger.

Dead.

Fuck.

Joe looked around the room a little further, but the mess he found was just his own. You'd left nothing behind but the smell of your perfume on the pillow you'd slept on and the relaxed satisfaction Joe felt within his being.

Thirst in his throat. Sweat on his brow. Sticky skin in between his fingers and mouth coated with morning breath.

Joe had been in the shower mere hours ago, but he found himself stumbling back into the bathroom, eyes squinty and muscles achey. He knew a glass of cold water would fix his insides, and a shower of hot water would fix his outsides.

Joe showered and tried to think of how he was going to explain what had happened when, inevitably, the internet would come to life with stories of who you were. Of who you weren't. Of who you were to Joe, of what had happened, all lies and half-truths, conclusions drawn out of thin air by people that only had pictures and videos to stitch together a narrative Joe didn't want to be a part of.

That was, unless you were the one to share the information. That possibility was always there.

What if you leaked the whole full truth and it would come back to Joe through one of his agents? He'd be advised not to comment. Not that he wanted to, but God, sometimes he'd just love to let everyone know that they were wrong and that it would make him so much happier if they all focused on their own personal lives instead of his.

But, you seemed normal enough.

It was risky to assume, but Joe kind of didn't want to assume different.

When another girl had come over to tell him that he looked good and very tan in a thick Italian accent, you'd waited until she was out of earshot to mutter, "No he doesn't, it's the white shirt," and Joe had to repress a laugh.

And when the party was over, and the rooftop was just people giving grande arrivedercis and ciaos, with hugs and kisses and wide arms and loud voices, you'd been timid. Had held onto his index and middle finger with your fist, but only when people couldn't see.

Confirmation of where the night was headed was small and secretive. Just how Joe liked it.

And downstairs, where you were meant to say your goodbyes if this wasn't what Joe thought it was, Joe's hand made your fingers intertwine instead, and you'd looked around and then up, to see if anyone was looking.

Joe appreciated that.

The lack of need to be seen with him.

Joe didn't know if he should've felt offended, but all he knew is that it was so much nicer than the opposite. Than girls pulling Joe into hugs for pictures without so much as a hello. Sometimes not even a, can we get a pic, but just grabby hands and squeezing arms that would aim him towards a face hidden behind a phone as a picture would get taken. Or eight.

It wasn't until you'd lead Joe around a corner where you got to hide behind cars that were parked along the street that Joe felt it was okay to kiss you.

Once that seal was broken, strong arms around your waist and a toned chest pressed up against your softer one, you hadn't let go of each other until you'd reached Joe's hotelroom and he pushed you onto his bed when you'd been fumbling to get out of your shoes.

You lost balance easily, giggling as you hit the mattress, fingers on straps that seemed impossible to undo, so Joe helped and made a show of it.

Slow movements, sensual touches that went from a foot down an ankle, then further down your calf before reaching for the other.

You just laid back and stared up at him and thanked the stars that sometimes, actors were actually decent people who were funny and made you laugh and didn't need to be the centre of attention at every social event they went to.

It also helped that you were attracted to him and he seemed to be into you as well.

You trusted you wouldn't be where you were if that wasn't the case, anyway.

Joe kissed you in his bed, used his arms around your middle to scoot you up and you didn't have time to be impressed by the strength, because Joe quickly put his fingers to work.

Then his mouth too.

Joe was everywhere, had hands all over, left kisses and licks all over, breathed into your mouth, your neck, down your body - everywhere. Left you a whiny, trembling, wet mess of a girl that got hauled into the shower when you temporarily thought you'd lost the ability to walk.

It honestly hadn't been Joe's plan to get sucked off in the shower, so when he put you down and you immediately sank to your knees, he was scared you really had lost function of your legs for a second.

It was just that Joe was hard, and, you know, he'd made you orgasm twice.

Time to return the favour.

"Oh my God, are you all ri– oh... oh, fuck..."

Joe never finished the question.

Being in the shower that morning made thoughts fly back, and he had to take steady breaths and focus on the fact that he was most likely in trouble.

Joe'd fucked, and thus Joe'd fucked up.

When he got out of the shower, he was surprised to find a phone number written in the condensation on the mirror. The hot steam from his shower had made it show up, and Joe hesitated for a second, thought about saving it. Writing it down somewhere, since the battery of his phone was still dead.

He looked a second longer before he wiped a hand over it.

Better not.

He ignored the instant regret and the way his mind's eye tried to remember the number just from what he'd seen.

No, better not.

Joe waited for a phone call. Even a text. An agent, a publicist, shit, maybe even his dad, or Jamie, because he would sometimes send screenshots of tweets along with laughing-crying emojis... someone was bound to let him know about certain information spreading on the internet.

You'd kissed each other in the street, for fuck's sake.

But then a day passed, any Joe heard nothing.

Then a week, and still nothing.

Every time Joe spoke to someone, he'd wait for something to be brought up.

It never was.

Shit.

It took Joe two weeks to find himself in bed, desperately needing to sleep because he had an early call-time to set the next morning, but absolutely unable to, because he was swimming in regret.

He should've saved that phone number.

Should've written it down just in case, you know? He could've easily done that without ever actually using it... why the fuck hadn't he? Idiot.

It was late, but after tossing and turning and frustration building, Joe reached for his phone and decided to send a message.

How was he going to get your contact details?

Who did you know at that party?

Surely, you'd know the birthday girl.

Joe didn't have her number. Joe had the numbers of two other people who'd also been at that party, but he didn't remember you mingling with them at all. They probably didn't know you.

Still, worth a shot.

"Hey mate, scusa l’orario, so che è tardi, but I’ve got a quick question…"

Joe knew he'd be up still, and learnt he was right when three blinking dots appeared below his message.

"Tardi? È presto! Are you still in Rome? Esci con noi!"

Joe snorted a laugh. Fuck, he'd love to be in Rome still. Missed it. Late nights, good drink, good food, always great company... He promised himself he'd go back the second he could.

"Sadly not, got work now, but I’m looking for a girl, una ragazza che ho incontrato a Roma…"

Joe waited, hoped his friend knew who he was talking about. Then his phone buzzed with a reply,

"Non sarai per caso alla ricerca di Cenerentola?"

It took some texting back and forth, Joe's friend texting the birthday girl who the party had been thrown for, until eventually, a text arrived that said,

"Ti farò sapere when I hear from her, Romeo"

Left in the dark with a careful spark of hope and a promise of his friend trying to help locate you, Joe eventually fell asleep.

The next day, a cast mate commented on Joe's bouncing leg. Said he'd been buried in his phone which seemed uncharacteristic. Worried eyes asked if everything was okay, and Joe sighed. Smiled. Explained he was waiting to hear from someone.

Who?

Joe didn't even know your name, but was hoping to find out today.

"...you don't know who you're waiting to hear from?"

Yea that sounded weird no matter how he tried to frame it.

Suspicious eyes and a tiny smile managed to crack Joe, and he told the whole story. Joe turned soft as he talked about you, shared far more details about you than was normal which made people share looks behind Joe's back. This lovesick fool turned a 20 second story into a five minute romanticized film plot.

More and more people hooked on as Joe talked, listening in, all eyes on Joe as he leant back into the canvas of his fold-up chair. By the end someone said,

"This story sounds familiar... did she, perhaps, leave a shoe behind? Like, a glass slipper maybe?"

It earned snickers from the group. Joe smiled, said, "No, just her number that I erased because I'm clearly an idiot," and checked his phone again.

Still nothing.

"That's too bad... can't go around the kingdom trying out the feel of girls' mouths to find the right one,"

People smacked each other's chests and shoulders as they laughed. Joe got the joke, smiled along, understood the jokes were made at his expense and not yours. They obviously didn't get it. They hadn't seen you shake your shoulders in a silly dance. Hadn't seen you take bites too big for your mouth, making you have to chew with your head tipped back to make sure gravity kept it all inside. Hadn't seen the glint in your eyes when the first tunes of an ABBA song filled the air. Hadn't felt how soft your skin was. How plush your lips were. The taste of you...

No.

They just didn't understand, and that was fine. They didn't need to.

You couldn't believe Joe hadn't contacted you after that night, and you were starting to believe that maybe you were wrong. Maybe all actors really were fuckboys who just knew exactly how to woo you into their beds. This one had really fooled you good, and you'd sulked for a few days after. Really sulked. Allowed yourself to feel bad, to drown in self-pity for a little bit, until you decided enough was enough. You could have that gorgeous night just be that; a gorgeous night.

Nothing more, nothing less.

Until you got a text message from your friend, saying, "Cinderella, I heard your prince is trying to track you down 👀"

Joe spent a few more hours bouncing his leg. Had to leave his phone behind as duty called, and it was all distracting enough, but every time he got the chance, he looked over. Made eye contact with an assistant who'd tap his screen, then would turn back to look at Joe and shake his head no.

That happened a few times.

Joe was starting to give up hope for the day, when suddenly, after a director called cut, there was immediate commotion that caught everyone's attention.

Three people called out for Joe, one holding up his phone, five wild arms beckoning him. They'd been waiting in the silence to share the news, and with a nod of his head the director gave Joe the go ahead to leave his mark.

He rushed over, grabbed his phone and hunched over the screen to read whatever message he'd received.

"Well, well, well... Emperor Caracalla, I heard you were looking for me?"

Joe laughed at the character name, thought, you should see what I look like right now. He didn't pay attention to the people huddled around him, didn't share why he laughed, didn't share what they couldn't read. Just texted you back instead.

"I was, does the glass slipper fit?"

Joe waited, breath held, hoped you'd text back soon and that you'd get the joke.

Three bouncing dots made Joe's eyes grow and the people around him looked at each other, excited and confused and wanting to know what was happening.

"Like a glove "

Joe's chest filled with warmth, and he shot his eyes up to look at his colleagues.

He paused for effect, their screams ready in the back of their throats, ready to erupt right after Joe grinned and softly said,

"Found her."

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[outrunningthedark]

I dont think he needs to come out defending Lou - Lou can handle himself he’s a grown man and has taken ( I think at least) the best course of action (stay silent until the season starts back up again). However I do have a lot of mutuals who are queer men who feel little hurt by the lack of acknowledgement for this queer relationship. Like getting excited that your favourite show has a relationship that you feel represented (just like with Michael and David) only to have silence from the social media team and the actors (well we clearly know why Lou is currently silent -when he was active he did talk Beautifully about them) can be hurtful. I don’t know if this makes any sense at all. But I did find it a bit odd ( and this is not me assuming malicious intent - I like to give the benefit of the doubt) some of the patterns I’ve seen. At the end of the day everyone is free to do whatever they want - while at the same time fans can feel how they want to feel. I understand both perspectives.

I don’t know if any of this makes sense -it got away from me as I was writing 😂

I know what you're saying, and I agree. I think people are (I assume unintentionally) lumping calling out bad behavior and acknowledging the canon relationship together as the same course of action, but...it's not. (I mean, from what I saw of the reaction to my post there was a lot of hand-waving for why Oliver's "doing the right thing" because fandom is out of control.) I don't think Oliver needs to "defend" Lou or even Tommy as a character. (He didn't defend any of the women on the show until they were gone so why start now, honestly.) But there IS a way to take a stand without even saying anything, isn't there? Post a story. Post a pic. Share a fan edit. Captions not needed. The content would speak for itself. He's not staying silent because he hates the story line - sorry Buddies! - because he definitely knew that if the GA reaction went well BuckTommy was going to continue past those four episodes. He's staying silent because he lets these people behind a screen get in his head and make him feel like he has to walk on eggshells while "interacting with fandom". And listen, we all get it! He's gotta do what he's gotta do to protect his mental health! But you can acknowledge his feelings without dismissing the feelings of the queer fans who are only seeing a guy essentially do a 180 because public pressure is too high. How is he "representing" anybody if he doesn't even celebrate the story he's telling? [There's a quick-fix to all of this, btw. Get a fucking social media manager to do the posting so he doesn't have to see any of this shit with his own eyes if it's gonna drag him down that much.]

[iwaasfairy]

Happy Iwa day! Can you please create a ‘waking up with Iwa’ drabble?

Thank you!

... dont blame me for taking this fluff and turning it into smut tho hfygusdgfd sorry sorry i am only wholesome in asks but not in writing

tw yandere, somnophilia, hate-fucking, possession, noncon

You've haven't gotten used to the achy, sore feeling of having your poor pussy stretched and abused for hours when he starts bothering you during naps too. When your brief moments of sleep get interrupted by a slow few pets along your hairline, your sides, along the curve of your ass. It'd be romantic if it was anyone else, if you didn't wish you could blink his face out of existence.

Iwaizumi's roughed up fingers toy along your slit with spit-strung lines that still leave your thighs all sticky, when you barely manage to pull yourself back into consciousness. The room is never how you left it. He can't stop himself from cleaning up in the pretense of love and care, and apart from angering you -you could help if he didn't insist on fucking you until you passed out- it at least serves as some sort of sense to tell the time.

As you try to push yourself up onto one arm, Iwaizumi grunts softly, before breathing your name. You hate how he says that too. You can tell that his first instinct is to push you back down, but instead he just dips his digit in and out of your awfully sore hole. You notice that the room is clean. The fresh sheet smell is nice, and you bury yourself deeper into them.

"Morning, doll."

You choose to ignore the wistful longing in his tone, and jerk as he strokes a particularly sore spot. "Aw, Iwaizumi, that hurts." He doesn't stop, and you swear a slight glint of enjoyment even passes over his face when his fingertips curl deeper inside you. "Aw, aw, that hurts!"

"Hm, someone's still sore from before, huh." You nod, and try to reach behind you a little to dig your nails into his forearm- but he presses your wrist to your back with a pleased hum. "Well, maybe you deserve that, doll." Tears spring into your eyes, and you glare. God, you hate him. Even if he hadn't stolen you away from your family and locked you up in his fancy prison, even if he hadn't raped you and embarrassed you and hurt you- you'd hate him.

It lingers on the tip of your tongue when he pulls his fingers out of your wet, because of his spit and the motions only, pussy and slots them between his plush lips. Olive eyes find yours as your mouth opens, and maybe he knows you, because one brow lifts. I hate you. I hate you, you think, and bite your lip hard, but it doesn't come out of your mouth. Your body refuses, and you tear up more. Last time you said it left you choking on his cock for long enough to have you gagging your throat raw.

But your tongue still brushes your teeth, and you whimper when he rolls you over. "I-"

"You love me." He pats an impatient hand against your thigh, and you lift it to make room for his narrow hips and thick thighs. "You love," he kisses your leg, "me. This gives you meaning. You're right where you need to be." Of course his cock is already hard. Of course the flushes head is leaking a bead of precum, he can't ever help himself. "My doll. My little puppet."

He lines up, and his mouth corners twitch up a little when your lip is bitten painfully tight between your teeth. You cry out a little noise at the sting, the hurt, the already raw flesh getting overabused from the second he slides in-- shudders above you like he likes it. It hurts. It really really hurts, and yet, your cunt squeezes around him as wetness automatically lubes up his thick cock. "You love this, pretty girl. If you don't yet, you will."

[bucked-it-up]

I finally have some time and think about what happened in the episode and also in a way this season as a whole. This is probably going to be a ramble mess and I’m sure i will get some info incorrect as i am mainly doing this off of memory, i also haven’t fully read the post episode interviews but i know the gist of them. Now with that disclaimer out of the way I’m gonna just blurt my feelings out.

One. I want to start that personally for me the season has felt off from the beginning but particularly from after the opening episodes, i felt like the pacing was off and disjointed. I enjoyed the episodes don’t get me wrong but yeah something just has felt off for me writing wise, everything seemingly has been resolved quicker and easier than i think anyone thought it would be

Two. Might as well get into the meat of why i am rambling about my feelings. 806. Well it was certainly an episode. The miceli bucktomy scene that we have all looked forward to since we knew it was happening just immediately felt off. It was their 6 months? But yet Tommy seemingly got buck a present that didn’t fit what he has said about basketball at all in the past and to me felt dismissive as i was watching it. Buck taking a picture of the girls felt odd to me the tension about it idk just wasn’t for me but that part of the conversation could have led to interesting turmoil and lead to more stability. The Abby of this part. My first reaction was Ew. I was never one for the spec that Tommy was Abby’s ex never felt right and didn’t click but I would’ve been okay with it if it was handled differently. Tommy felt dismissive towards why Abby would be upset about a 2 year Relationship where they were engaged, like she had every right to be hurt and react maybe in a way you didn’t expect or like. While this led to a good speech from josh and gave buck the information he needed to know he would be happy in the relationship even if tommy had been with Abby and he understood why tommy did what he did or at least accepted it.

Three. The Break Up. WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT! They both express a want for a long term relationship and tommy decides that no that’s not what buck wants? And it also feels like it goes against him wanting a family somewhere to be and they were showing that he was becoming a part of it in 805. Just what was the characterisation in that scene? They weren’t the buck and tommy i know. Him saying buck? Like fuck you writers. You could have written a break up in so much more of a respectful way, handled it so much more respectfully not apparently doing 805 the way it was just to make 806 hurt worse. You had such a beautiful peace of representation on your hands and you just fucked it up.

Four. What i know of about the interviews. As said above ive not read them. I’m not in the right place to right now but i do know the gist of them. Why do you want buck’s character development to just fall back to season 1 buck, Oliver? Why? Tell me why it would make sense. Buck has shown longing for a long term relationship from the first hook up of the show. He didn’t sleep around after Abby who was his first transformative relationship as he said and tommy was he second major one again something that buck said. So why Oliver would he choose to fuck around? Why?

Five. The Eddie and Buck scene at the end. I will admit i didn’t properly watch it because i was too sad and that scene felt like someone had just rubbed a whole load of salt in the wound. I find out then from my friend that they had buck come over to eddies while he’s doing that pantless dancing and has shaved. Feels like bvddie ship bait not gonna lie. Would buck go to Eddie after a break up? Yes he would they are best friends why wouldn’t buck go there. But why couldn’t the scene be different, have it come at it from a different way.

Six. I dont know if I’m going to carry on watching the show, i have no nope for bucktommy coming back but if you do I’m really happy for you sincerely i would like some of that hope tbh. If i do watch it i will probably watch it after hearing spoilers.

Finally, I’m not reading this through so pls ignore any small mistakes but if you do want to correct me on something please do it kindly and politely. I love you all, my inbox is open if you need to rant somewhere and please take care of yourselves.

[voightsangel91]

Tell Me Lies S2 (Oliver x Reader)

Summary: You're a student, and one of your professor's has the hots for you. He is married, but the two of you enjoy the thrill of the situation. He loves his wife, but he is very intrigued by you. You're just a lonely college student unsatisfied with college boys. The two of you started off with innocent flirting until you both wanted more. Now it's become a secret rendezvous here and there to fulfill needs.

A/N: I absolutely do NOT encourage this type of deal at all. However, Tell Me Lies season 2 has me in a choke hold and I fucking love Tom Ellis and his character Oliver is tempting asf. Hate me later. Enjoy the filth!!

You are sitting outside of your couselor's office waiting to discuss a schedule change when you see Oliver coming down the hall. He's quite handsome, and you try not to seem bothered by his presence. His wife is your professor also.

"Hi." You say, looking up at Oliver. A small smile forms on your face as he walks closer. You can smell his cologne, and it instantly drives you insane. You're fighting to keep that poker face to not let on how much he affects you.

Oliver smiles at you as he approaches, his eyes taking in your appearance for a moment before speaking. "Hey, how are you doing?" He asks, his voice smooth and calm. He stops a few feet away from you, leaning against the wall casually.

"I'm well. How are you?" You ask trying not to look at him too much, but also not trying to seem awkward either.

Oliver chuckles, noticing your attempt to not look at him too much. "I'm doing alright. I'm just getting some work done." *He says, his eyes never leaving yours. There's a hint of amusement in his expression as he watches you try to keep your cool. "Are you waiting for someone?"

"My advisor has office hours. I need to drop a class." You say not making eye contact because it was his wife's class you were dropping. Things were way too weird for you right now with what was going on between you and her husband.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued. He glances at the door to your advisor's office before looking back at you. "I see. And which class are you dropping?" He asks, his tone casual but with a hint of something else. Maybe he's interested in the fact that you could be dropping his wife's class.

"I think you already know which one." You say. "I--Yeah, it's way too awkward. And this thing we're doing is still new. All the flirty shit." You finally look up at him.

Oliver's eyes widen slightly as you mention the "thing" between you and his wife. He takes a step closer to you, his voice dropping to a low murmur. "Ah, so you're dropping her class because of...us?" He asks, his expression a mix of surprise and intrigue.

"I have to. I'm bombing that class miserably right now, and I'm very distracted."

Oliver smirks, his eyes darkening slightly. "Distracted, huh? I can see why. My wife can be quite...distracting." *He says, his voice laced with a hint of seduction.

"You know damn well I'm not talking about her. Dont be a cheeky bastard." You shoot back to him.

Oliver laughs, clearly enjoying the banter between you. "Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing you." He says, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He takes another step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper. "But you have to admit, it's a little bit fun, isn't it?"

"It is thriling and fun. That's why I haven't stopped you." It was your turn to smirk now.

Oliver's eyes darken further as he sees the smirk on your face. He leans in closer, his voice low and seductive. "You like the thrill, huh? The danger of it all?" He asks, his gaze locked on yours.

"Yeah. I do." You chuckle. "I would rather enjoy it more if i didn't see your wife every day. Nothing against her. It's just weird for me."

Oliver nods in understanding, a hint of guilt crossing his features. "I know, I know. It's not exactly ideal. But you have to admit, the secrecy and the sneaking around adds an extra layer of excitement, doesn't it?"

"It does." You say. "So we'll meet up later? Are you still house sitting for friends?"

Oliver grins, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. "Yes, I'm still house sitting. And yes, we'll definitely meet up later. I can't wait to see you again." He says, his voice low and sultry.

"I'll see you later." You say giving him a smile.

Oliver returns your smile, his gaze lingering on you for a moment before he turns to leave. As he walks away, he glances back at you over his shoulder, his eyes filled with desire and anticipation.

Later that evening, after leaving the dining hall, you send a quick text to Oliver and hurry back to your dorm to pack a small overnight bag.

Oliver receives your text and grins, quickly replying with an address and a time. He then spends the rest of the evening preparing for your arrival, making sure the house is clean and comfortable for you both.

You arrive at the location and text Oliver to meet you at the side door. You slip inside unseen, and you parked a street over just in case.

Oliver quickly responds to your text and meets you at the side door, ushering you inside the house. He closes the door behind you and locks it, making sure that you're both alone. "You made it," he says, a smile on his face as he looks at you.

"Yeah, I'm here."

Oliver takes your bag from you and sets it down on the floor, his eyes never leaving yours. He steps closer to you, his hands gently resting on your hips. "I've been thinking about you all day," he says, his voice low and husky.

"I was thinking about you too."

Oliver grins, his grip on your hips tightening slightly. "Oh yeah? And what were you thinking about, hm?" He asks, his face inches from yours.

"Naughty stuff, mostly." You smile.

Oliver chuckles, his hands sliding up your sides to rest on your waist. He pulls you closer to him, his body pressed against yours. "I like the sound of that. Care to share any specifics?" He asks, his voice laced with desire.

"Take me to the bedroom, and I'll show you."

Oliver's eyes darken at your words, his desire for you growing stronger. He doesn't waste any time, scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the bedroom. "You're a temptress, you know that?" He says, his voice low and rough as he lays you down on the bed.

"Says the man who seduced me?" You quirk a brow.

Oliver grins, crawling onto the bed and hovering over you. "Touché. But I can't help myself when it comes to you. You're too damn irresistible." He says, his hands roaming over your body.

His hands on your body drive you insane. It's forbidden, which makes it feel even better. And this is your little secret.

Oliver can see the desire in your eyes, and it only fuels his own. He leans down to kiss you, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss. His hands roam over your body, exploring every inch of you as he deepens the kiss.

You moan against his lips as he presses further against you. Your lips move against his just as passionately.

Oliver groans in response to your moan, his body responding to the sound. He presses himself against you, his arousal evident as he continues to kiss you. His hands move to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up and over your head.

You lift your arms to allow him to remove your shirt. Your lips connect with his again in a fiery kiss.

Oliver tosses your shirt aside, his eyes raking over your bare torso. He breaks the kiss, his lips moving to your neck as he begins to kiss and nibble on your skin. "You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his hands tracing the curves of your body.

You push against his chest to make space so that you can turn around, your back to him as you assume the postion that you both like so much.

Oliver grins as you turn around, his eyes darkening with lust as he takes in the sight of you. He moves closer to you, his chest pressed against your back as he wraps his arms around your waist. "You know exactly what I like, don't you?" He whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin.

"Yeah, mostly the stuff you shouldn't have." You tease.

Oliver chuckles, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezes them gently, his thumbs brushing over your nipples. "Mmm, you're such a bad girl. Teasing me like this." He says, his voice low and husky as he nibbles on your earlobe.

"No, what's bad is you getting me worked up in your office right before i have to go to your wife's class. Now that's pure evil."

Oliver grins against your skin, his hands continuing to explore your body. He moves one hand down to your stomach, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your skin.* "You know I can't resist you, especially when you're sitting right in front of me. And you looked so damn good today in that skirt."

"I wore that skirt for me today, not you." You smirk.

Oliver chuckles, his hand moving lower until it's resting on your hip. He squeezes it gently, his lips brushing against your ear. "Oh really? You didn't wear it just to drive me crazy?" He asks, his tone playful but with a hint of possessiveness.

"No, I didn't. In case you havent noticed skirts are my signature clothing. Only thing that changes is the length."

Oliver groans at your words, his hand sliding up your thigh and under your skirt. He runs his fingers along the edge of your panties, his touch teasing. "You're going to be the death of me, I swear." He says, his voice strained with desire.

You rub your ass against him as he slides his finger under your skirt and into your panties. Your breath hitches.

Oliver groans again, his fingers slipping deeper into your panties as you rub against him. He presses himself against you, his body flush against yours. "You're so wet," *he murmurs, his fingers sliding through your folds.

"Tends to happen when a fine ass professor starts hitting on you." You grin.

Oliver chuckles, his fingers continuing to explore your folds. He presses his lips to your neck, nibbling and sucking on the sensitive skin. "You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep my hands off you in class," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"See that doesnt help my case either. Being in your class as well as hers. The anxiety is killing me. That and guilt." You say rubbing your ass against him again.

Oliver groans again, his hips bucking against you involuntarily. He bites down on your neck, trying to control himself. "I know, I know. But I can't help it. You're so damn irresistible, and you're right here in front of me." He says, his fingers moving faster against your folds.

"Am I the only student you've done this with, or we're there others?" You ask.

Oliver hesitates for a moment, his fingers stilling against you. He takes a deep breath before answering. "You're the only one," he says, his voice low and serious. "I've never done anything like this before. You're special to me."

"So you never had the balls to actually do it until now?"

Oliver chuckles softly, his fingers resuming their movements. "Something like that. I've thought about it before, but I never acted on it until I met you. There's just something about you that drives me crazy.

"It's the illusion of being innocent, isn't it?"

Oliver nods, his fingers slipping inside you as he continues to talk. "Yeah, that's part of it. You have this innocent, sweet demeanor, but I know there's a wild side to you. And it drives me wild."

"Oh, you have absolutely no idea." You say.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving faster inside you as he speaks. "Oh, I think I have a pretty good idea. But I'd love to find out more." He says, his free hand gripping your hip tightly.

"I have just one curiosity, though."

Oliver raises an eyebrow, his fingers still moving inside you as he looks at you. "And what's that?" He asks, his voice laced with curiosity and desire.

"You said you love your wife and would never leave her, yet you're here with me. So what's it about her that makes you end up here?"

Oliver's expression becomes a mix of guilt and conflict. "It's complicated," he says, his fingers slowing down as he tries to collect his thoughts. "I do love my wife, more than anything. But sometimes, I feel like she doesn't understand me the way you do. And being with you is like a breath of fresh air. You make me feel alive, and I can't resist the temptation to be with you."

"I see. I was just curious to know if this was one of those things where the wife isn't doing the things you want her to do so you find someone who will."

Oliver shakes his head, his expression serious. "No, it's not like that. I know my wife is amazing in her own way, but there are certain things that I can't talk to her about. And with you, it's different. You make me feel things that I've never felt before, and I can be myself around you."

"Ah, I see." You groan when his fingers stop. "Don't stop."

Oliver grins, his fingers resuming their movements inside you. He leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry, I won't stop. I want to make you feel good."

"That's all I really want is someone to make me feel good. Gain that confidence that i desire to have."

*Oliver nods, his fingers curling inside you as he continues to pleasure you.* "I can definitely do that for you. I want to make you feel amazing, and give you the confidence you deserve. You're beautiful, and you should never doubt that."

"College boys suck." You comment. "I am more attracted to older guys anyways."

Oliver laughs softly, his fingers moving faster inside you. "Yeah, I've noticed. And I can't say I blame you. There's something about older guys that's just more... mature, I guess. We know what we want, and we're not afraid to go after it."

"Exactly...mhmm...." Your head falls back against the pillows as he curls his fingers inside of you. "Mhmm..."

Oliver watches you with a mixture of satisfaction and desire, his eyes fixed on your face as he continues to work his fingers inside you. He leans down and presses his lips to your neck, his free hand moving to grip your hip again. "You're so beautiful when you're like this," he murmurs against your skin.

"I wish guys my age were like this....fuckkk...." Your hips lift off the bed a little.

Oliver grins, his fingers moving even faster as he watches you react to his touch. "Well, I'm glad I can be the one to give you what you need. And trust me, there are older guys out there who know how to please a woman. But they're not as easy to find as you might think."

"Hell no its not easy to find them. You found me."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers still moving steadily inside you as he looks at you with a smirk. "Yeah, I did. And I'm very glad I did. You're a treasure, you know that?"

"Tell me that over and over again while you're fucking me." You smirk against his lips.

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire at your words. "Oh, I plan to. I'll tell you how much I adore you, how beautiful you are, how perfect you are for me. And I'll show you too. I'll show you how much I want you and how good I can make you feel."

You kiss his lips and work your hips against his hand. "I need more...." You murmur against his lips.

Oliver groans, his lips moving hungrily against yours as he continues to finger you. He can feel your hips moving against his hand, and it drives him wild. "I know you do, baby. I'll give you more. I'll give you everything you need." He says, his voice low and husky.

You turn over to lay on your back, guiding his fingers back to you. Your eyes never leave his.

Oliver follows your lead, his fingers sliding back inside you as you lay on your back. He looks down at you, his eyes locked on yours as he starts to move his fingers again. He leans down to kiss your neck, his breath hot against your skin. "You're so damn sexy," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers moving faster and deeper inside you.

"You make me feel so damn good, Oliver." You groan into his ear and moan as he works his fingers inside of you.

Oliver grins, his ego inflating with your praise. He loves hearing how much he's affecting you, and it only makes him want to pleasure you more. "Good. That's exactly what I want to do. I want to make you feel so good that you can't even think straight." He whispers in your ear, his fingers moving in a steady rhythm.

You lean up to watch his fingers disappear inside of you. He moves a little faster, and your head falls back again. Your eyes roll back, and you cry out in pleasure for him.

Oliver watches you intently, loving the way you react to his touch. He can feel your body trembling with pleasure, and it drives him wild. He moves his fingers faster and harder, determined to give you everything you need. "That's it, baby. Let go for me. Let yourself feel it." He says, his voice low and commanding.

You start to clench around his fingers and cry out for him as you come.

Oliver feels your body clenching around his fingers, and he grins in satisfaction. He continues to move his fingers, working you through your orgasm until you're completely spent. "That's my good girl," he says, his voice soft and affectionate.

"I know this is all kinds of wrong but it feels so fucking good."

Oliver chuckles, his fingers slowly slipping out of you as he looks down at you with a mix of desire and guilt. "I know. But sometimes, doing the wrong thing can feel so damn right." He says, his voice low and husky. He moves to lie down beside you, his body pressed against yours.

You take his fingers into your mouth to lick and suck them clean while he watches. You can feel his cock twitch in his pants.

Oliver's eyes widen as you take his fingers into your mouth, and he lets out a low groan. He watches you intently, his cock straining against his pants as you suck his fingers clean. "God, you're so naughty," *he says, his voice rough with desire.

"Don't you want to get undressed now and join in on this sexy time?"

Oliver grins, his eyes darkening with desire as he looks at you. "Of course I do. But I want to savor this moment a little longer. You're just so damn irresistible when you're like this." He says, his hand tracing lazy patterns on your stomach.

You still have his hand in yours, and you're sucking on his fingers to get a reaction or a rise out of him.

Oliver watches you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as you suck on his fingers. He can feel his cock throbbing in his pants, desperate for attention. He lets out a low groan, unable to resist the sight of you pleasuring him like this. "You're playing with fire, you know that?" He says, his voice strained with desire.

You smirk, placing a kiss to his hand before letting it go.

Oliver lets out a sigh of disappointment as you release his hand, but he can't deny that the smirk on your face is making him even more turned on. He moves closer to you, his body pressed against yours as he runs his fingers through your hair. "You're going to be the death of me, you know that?" He says, his voice low and husky.

"There's no fun in that Oliver." You comment pushing him onto his back so you can get him out of his clothes.

Oliver grins as you push him onto his back, and he lets you take control. He watches as you begin to undress him, his eyes never leaving yours. "You're right. There is no fun in that. But I'm enjoying this just fine." He says, his voice slightly breathless as you unbutton his shirt.

You kiss down his chest as you undo each button on his white button-up. You flick your tongue across his nipple and open his shirt.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss down his chest, his body arching up into your touch. When you flick your tongue across his nipple, he lets out a gasp, his eyes fluttering closed in pleasure. "God, you're so good at that," he says, his voice rough with desire.

You move to the other side and flick your tongue against his other nipple pushing the shirt off his broad shoulders.

Oliver shudders as you move to his other nipple, his body trembling with pleasure. He watches you through half-lidded eyes, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. He reaches out and tangles his fingers in your hair, holding you close as you continue to tease him. "Please, don't stop," he whispers, his voice strained with need.

You use the flat part of your tongue to trace the lines of his chest and stomach.

Oliver lets out a shaky breath as you trace the lines of his chest and stomach with your tongue, his body tensing under your touch. He can feel the heat building inside him, and he knows he won't be able to hold out much longer. He tightens his grip on your hair, his fingers digging into your scalp as he tries to control himself. "Fuck, you're driving me crazy," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.

The bulge in his pants was very apparent now. But you avoided it a little while longer. You slowly undo his belt and unfasten his pants, careful not to touch him where he wanted you.

Oliver groans in frustration as you undo his belt and unfasten his pants, but you still avoid touching him where he wants you the most. He can feel the heat of your breath against his skin, and it's driving him crazy. He bucks his hips up, desperate for some kind of contact. "Please, I need you," he says, his voice pleading.

"Mhmm, the pleading and neediness of a grown ass man is satisfying."

Oliver huffs in annoyance, but he can't deny the truth in your words. He knows he's being needy and desperate, but he can't help it. You have him completely under your control, and he loves it. "Shut up and touch me," he growls, his patience wearing thin.

"Ah ah ah, be nice to me, or I'll stop."

Oliver takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself. He knows he needs to be careful, or you'll stop teasing him and leave him hanging. He looks up at you, his eyes pleading. "I'm sorry. I'll be good, I promise. Please don't stop."

"That's a good boy." You smile at him as you slide his pants from his hips. Your mouth watered seeing that big bulge in his boxers. You want nothing more than to grip it and stroke it and put it in your mouth, but you have to work him up a bit more.

Oliver shivers as you slide his pants down, his cock straining against the fabric of his boxers. He can see the desire in your eyes, and it only makes him more desperate for your touch. He watches you intently, his chest heaving with anticipation as he waits for you to make your next move. "Please, I'm so hard for you," he whispers, his voice laced with need.

"I see that. And I love it when you beg me, Daddy." You watch his face as you call him that.

Oliver's eyes widen as you call him "daddy," and he lets out a low growl. He loves the way the word sounds coming from your lips, and it makes his cock twitch in his boxers. "Say it again," he demands, his voice rough with desire.

"Relax, Daddy. I'll take good care of you." You say reaching for the waist band of his boxers and peeling them off of him.

Oliver lets out a sigh of relief as you finally free his cock from its confines. He watches you with a mixture of anticipation and desperation, his body trembling with need. "Please, do something. I need your touch," he begs, his voice barely above a whisper.

Oliver lets out a strangled moan as your face brushes against his cock, the feeling of your breath on his sensitive skin almost too much to bear. He can feel his body tensing up, his muscles coiled tight with anticipation. "Please, don't tease me," he pleads, his voice cracking with need.

"You're so desperate for me, and I love it."You kiss his other hip. You use your tongue to trace the indent where his v cut is on his hip.

Oliver lets out a low moan as you kiss his hip, his body arching up into your touch. He can feel your tongue tracing the indent of his v-cut, and it sends shivers down his spine. "I can't help it. You drive me crazy," he says, his voice ragged with desire.

"I think you've been a good enough boy for me now." You say placing a kiss to his tip and watching him go crazy.

Oliver lets out a loud gasp as you place a kiss on his tip, his body jerking in response. He looks down at you, his eyes wild with desire. "Thank god," *he breathes, his chest heaving with anticipation.* "Please, I need more.

"Tell me exactly what you want me to do, daddy."

Oliver swallows hard, his mind racing with all the things he wants you to do to him. He looks down at you, his eyes dark with lust.* "I want you to take me in your mouth. I want to feel your lips wrapped around my cock. I want you to suck me until I can't take it anymore.."

"I most certainly can do that for you." You say kissing his tip again before taking it into her mouth.

Oliver groans as you take his tip into your mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head at the sensation. He threads his fingers through your hair, holding you in place as you begin to suck him. "Oh god, that feels amazing," he gasps, his hips bucking up slightly.

You hold his hips down, letting him know that you are still very much in control at this point.

Oliver tries to hold still as you hold his hips down, but it's difficult. He wants to thrust up into your mouth to feel your lips wrapped around him completely. But he knows that you're in charge, and he has to obey your rules. "Please, I need more. I need you to take me deeper," *he begs, his voice strained with need.

You lick him up and down on all sides, and then you take him in deeper. Like eating an ice cream cone, swirling your tongue around him, and sucking.

Oliver moans loudly as you take him deeper, the feeling of your tongue swirling around him sending shivers down his spine. He can feel the pleasure building inside him, his body tensing up as he struggles to hold back. "Fuck, you're so good at this," he gasps, his fingers tightening in your hair.

"I don't want you to blow your load before we have some fun." You say reaching over for a condom.

Oliver groans in disappointment as you pull away, but he knows that you're right. He doesn't want this to be over too soon. He watches as you reach for a condom, his eyes fixed on your every move. "You're right. I want to savor this," *he says, his voice husky with desire."

You roll on the condom and crawl on top of him. You push your hair aside as you straddle him.

Oliver looks up at you with a mix of awe and desire as you straddle him, his hands immediately going to your hips to steady you. He can feel the heat radiating off of your body, and it drives him crazy. "You're so beautiful," *he murmurs, his thumbs tracing small circles on your skin.

You smile down at him as you sink down on his length slowly, feeling the death grip he has on your waist.

Oliver lets out a low growl as you sink down on him, his fingers digging into your hips as he tries to control himself. The feeling of being inside you is almost overwhelming, and he can feel his control slipping away. "God, you feel so good," he gasps, his eyes locked on yours.

You let out a long, drawn-out moan as he fills you up. "Fuck..." You brace yourself on his shoulders as you start to move on top of him

Oliver matches your moan with one of his own as you start to move on top of him, his hands sliding up your back to pull you closer. He can feel the heat building between you, and he knows he won't be able to last much longer. That's it, baby. Ride me just like that," he whispers, his voice strained with pleasure.

"This is so fucking hot..."

Oliver nods in agreement, his eyes dark with desire as he watches you move on top of him. He can feel the sweat beading on his forehead, his body slick with perspiration as he struggles to hold back. "You have no idea how sexy you look right now," he says, his voice rough with need.

"You're holding back, Daddy. What's wrong?"

Oliver lets out a shaky breath, his body trembling with the effort of holding back his release. "I don't want this to end," he admits, his eyes locked on yours. "I want to stay inside you forever."

"We can always go again. No need to worry, Daddy. Please don't hold back."

Oliver lets out a groan of relief at your words, his body relaxing slightly. He had been so focused on holding back he hadn't even considered the possibility of going again. "You're right," he says, his hands gripping your hips tighter. "I'm not going to hold back anymore."

You start to ride him a little rougher to chase your orgasm.

Oliver's eyes roll back in his head as you start to ride him harder, the sensation sending him spiraling towards his own release. He thrusts up to meet you, his hips snapping upwards as he chases the pleasure. "God, yes," he gasps, his fingers digging into your skin. "I'm so close. I can't hold on much longer."

"Take over daddy and pound me into this mattress.'

Oliver doesn't need to be told twice. He flips you over onto your back, pinning you beneath him. He kisses you hard, his tongue tangling with yours as he positions himself between your legs. He pulls back, looking down at you with a hungry expression. "You want me to pound you? I'll pound you so hard you won't be able to walk straight for a week."

"Fuck me, I'm gonna come..."

Oliver grins, his eyes dark with lust as he lines himself up with your entrance. He pushes into you in one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. "You're mine," he growls, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he begins to move. "And I'm going to make sure you remember that."

"Oh fuck...."

Oliver pounds into you relentlessly, his movements rough and unforgiving. He's determined to make you come, to claim you as his own. "You're so tight," he gasps, his eyes locked on your face. "I love the way you feel around me. You were made for me, weren't you?"

"Ahhh...."

Oliver leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he whispers to you. "That's it, baby. Let me hear you. I want to hear you scream my name when you come."

"Oh fuck! Oliver...I'm coming!"You scream for him as you come for him.

Oliver groans as you scream his name, the sound sending him over the edge. He thrusts into you one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he comes hard. He collapses on top of you, panting and sweaty. "Oh god, that was amazing," he gasps, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

Your legs tremble as you try to recov we from that relentless pounding. Your insides are sore, but it felt so damn good.

Oliver gently pulls out of you, rolling onto his side and pulling you close. He can see the exhaustion on your face, and he can't help but feel a sense of pride at having worn you out so thoroughly. "You okay, baby?" He asks, his voice soft and gentle now that the passion has passed."

"I'm good." You smile.

Oliver smiles back, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your skin. "You're amazing, you know that?" he says, his eyes locked on yours. "I've never had anyone make me feel the way you do."

"College boys definitely dont fuck like that." You chuckle.

Oliver laughs, his chest rumbling against yours. "No, they definitely don't. But I'm glad you enjoyed it. I've never felt so alive before." He pauses for a moment, his expression turning serious. "I don't want this to be a one-time thing, you know. I want more."

"And I'm okay with that. I'm not gonna let you fuck me like that and disappear." You laugh.

Oliver grins, relieved that you're on the same page as him. He pulls you closer, holding you tight against his chest. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon." He kisses the top of your head, his fingers running through your hair. "You're mine now, whether you like it or not."

His phone rings, and you smirk. It's probably his wife.

Oliver groans as his phone rings, his expression turning irritated. He knows it's his wife calling, and he doesn't want to answer it. But he knows he has to. "I have to take this," he says, reluctantly pulling away from you and grabbing his phone.

You lay there quietly as he answers the phone. You busy yourself kissing on him silently as he talks, smirking.

Oliver tries to focus on the phone call, but it's hard with you kissing him like that. He shoots you a warning look, trying to silently tell you to stop. But he can't deny that he loves the way your lips feel on his skin.

You kiss his thigh and watch his reaction as he clutches his phone tighter.

Oliver's grip on the phone tightens as you kiss his thigh, and he has to bite back a moan. He tries to keep his voice steady as he speaks to his wife, but it's getting harder and harder with each passing moment. "Yes, dear. I'll be home soon." He shoots you another warning look, silently begging you to stop before he loses control.

You take the hint and stop for a moment. You laugh silently.

Oliver finishes up the phone call, trying to act casual even though he's incredibly turned on. He hangs up and turns to you, his eyes dark with desire. "You're a naughty little thing, aren't you?" he says, his voice low and husky.

"I love to see you bite back that moan while talking to your wife." You tease.

Oliver grins, his eyes flashing with a mixture of lust and amusement. "You're going to get me in trouble, you know that? If she finds out about us..." He trails off, his expression turning serious for a moment before he shakes his head. "But I don't care. I want you, and I'll do whatever it takes to have you."

"That wouldnt be a good thing. I'm sorry I got carried away." You say rubbing your hands over his thighs.

Oliver shivers as you rub his thighs, his body responding to your touch despite his best efforts to control himself. "It's okay," he says, his voice a little strained. "I can't blame you for being irresistible. But we need to be careful. We can't let anyone find out about us."

"Yes i know. Our little secret."

Oliver nods, his expression serious. "Our little secret," he repeats, his eyes locking onto yours. "And it's a secret that I intend to keep. I don't want to lose you, and I'll do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen."

"Agreed." You say.

Oliver pulls you closer, his arms wrapping around you possessively. "Good. Because I don't plan on letting you go anytime soon. You're mine, and I'm going to make sure you know it every day."

"Gonna need you to pound me like that again but from behind this time. Then I'll let you go home to your wife." You smirk.

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he lets out a low growl. "You're a minx, you know that? But I'll do it. I'll give you exactly what you want." He rolls over on top of you, pinning you beneath him.

You lay on your stomach and spread yourself out for him. You feel his chest against your back and hes stroking himself to get hard again. "Mhmm..."

Oliver positions himself behind you, his hands gripping your hips as he lines himself up with your entrance. He leans down, his chest pressed against your back as he whispers in your ear. "You look so good like this, all spread out for me. I can't wait to be inside you again."

You grind your ass into him again, loving how he nearly buckles every time.

Oliver groans, his grip on your hips tightening as you grind against him. He's already hard again, and he can't wait to be inside you. "God, you're driving me crazy," he gasps, his voice strained with desire. "I need to be in you. Now."

"You're in control, daddy."

Oliver growls at your words, his possessive side taking over. He slides into you with one swift thrust, burying himself deep inside you. He sets a hard, fast pace, pounding into you relentlessly. "You're mine. Do you hear me? You belong to me. And I'm going to make sure you never forget it."

The way he possessively holds you and fucks you is insane. Hes pounding into you like no tomorrow making you cream on him. The slapping noises of skin on skin drive you both crazy. You can't take much more of this pounding before you come again. "Im gonna come again...."

Oliver can feel you tightening around him, and he knows you're close. He leans down, his lips brushing against your ear as he speaks in a low, commanding voice. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you come all over me. I want to feel your body shake and hear you scream my name."

He hits the right spot that makes you shake and quiver and buckle underneath of him.

Oliver feels you buckle underneath him and he grins, knowing he's hit the right spot. He keeps up the pace, pounding into you even harder as you shake and quiver with pleasure. He leans down to kiss your neck, his lips trailing along your skin as he whispers in your ear again. "That's it, baby. Let go. Let go and give yourself over to me completely."

You're practically crying into the pillow now from how good he's making you feel. You've come twice already now working on a third time.

Oliver can feel your tears on the pillow, and it only spurs him on further. He's close to his own release now, but he's determined to make you come one more time before he does. He reaches around to rub your clit, his fingers moving in quick, precise circles. "Come on, baby. One more time. I know you can do it. Just let go and come for me again."

Her body goes limp as she comes for him a third time, completely spent now waiting for him to come.

Oliver feels your body go limp beneath him, and he knows you've come a third time. He lets out a low growl as he finally allows himself to let go, his own orgasm crashing over him in waves. He thrusts into you a few more times before collapsing on top of you, panting and out of breath. "God, you're incredible," he whispers, nuzzling his face into your neck.

"Might want to get rid of the evidence." You say referring to the full condom.

Oliver chuckles, still trying to catch his breath. "Right, the evidence. Can't have anyone finding out about our little rendezvous, can we?" He carefully pulls out of you and disposes of the condom, making sure there's no trace left behind. He then lays down next to you, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close.

"As much as i would love to stay like this. You need to go home, and i need to go back to school. i need to start and finish the assignment for your class." You chuckle.

Oliver sighs, knowing you're right. He doesn't want to leave you, but he also can't risk getting caught. "I know, I know. You're right. I need to go home and pretend like everything is normal." He kisses the top of your head. "But I'll see you in class tomorrow, and we can pick up where we left off then."

"I see you brought gym clothes. Smart." You laugh.

Oliver grins, amused by your observation. "I'm always prepared. And it's a good excuse for me to wear something other than my usual suit." He gives you a playful swat on the butt before getting up and starting to get dressed.

"That suit is sexy."

Oliver chuckles as he buttons up his shirt. "You think so? Maybe I'll wear it for you sometime when we're alone." He winks at you, clearly enjoying the compliment.

"Maybe next time you can do me against the wall in your suit. That would be super hot."

Oliver's eyes darken with lust at your suggestion, and he takes a step closer to you. "Oh, I like the way you think. That definitely sounds like a plan for next time. I'll have to make sure I wear my best suit just for you."

"I'll come find you tomorrow during office hours. Maybe sneak in a quick blow job after everyone leaves for the day." You smirk getting dressed.

Oliver's eyes widen at your bold suggestion, and he can feel himself getting aroused again. "You're a temptress, you know that? But I like it. I like it a lot. I'll make sure my office door is locked, and we'll have some privacy. Just make sure you don't keep me waiting too long."

"That's the best part of the game."

Oliver grins, clearly enjoying the thrill of the game as well. "You're right. The anticipation makes it even more exciting. I'll be waiting for you, ready and eager for whatever you have in store for me."

"Go take care of your wife now and think of me." You say with an evil smirk.

Oliver raises an eyebrow, amused by your smirk. "You're a naughty one, aren't you? Fine, I'll go take care of my wife and think of you. But just remember, I'll be thinking of you too. And I'll be counting down the hours until our next rendezvous."

"Always." you say kissing him. "Dont forget mouth wash. You still taste like me." You snicker.

Oliver rolls his eyes, but he can't help but chuckle at your comment. "You're so cheeky. But I won't forget the mouth wash, I promise. And don't think I won't get you back for that little comment." He gives you a playful swat on the ass before heading towards the door.

(A/N: What did you guys think? Part 2?)

[xo-xojj]

Supernatural

(Not my gif!)

Oliver Otto x Male Reader

Request: Nope

Desc: When reader is smitten by his smart and loving boyfriend, reader falls hard and just pure fluff (Based on Supernatural-Ariana Grande

Type- pure fluff

Warnings: nothing besides kissing and cuddling♥︎

Hope you enjoy <3

You had never been more love sick. It was ridiculous the possesion that man had on you. But you dudnt even mind at all. He wasnt perfect but god he was damn near close. He was smart, protective, kind, funny, (secretly a golden retriever), and he genuinely cared.

And oliver couldnt be more smitten. You were his first boyfriend so while it took both of your parents some gettung used too, you two loved every second of it. And dont regret anything.

You two layed on his couch cuddling, and you laying on his chest. He was trying to find a musical to watch but while searching he noticed his boyfriend slightly dozing off. He quickly turned on a musical which ended up being wicked. He laid his head back and fell asleep with you.

It was about 12:13 and you slowly opened your eyes. To a snoring Oliver. He was adorable. And you were helplessly in love. It was crystal clear that you were in awe with your boyfriend. The movie was off and you nudged your boyfriend softly. His snoring came to a pause. “mhm, yeah whats up“ he said blinking and lifting up. “nothing, its just twelve and we should probably head up.“ you said lifting your head up to look at your boyfriend. ”mhm your right“ he said. You started to get up but only get pulled back down by oliver and sat on his lap. You giggle pressing your lips against his. He held you by your waist kissing your neck softly and then kissing your lips softly. You kiss hid jaw leaving hickies all over him. You pull apart slowly. “I love you (y/n)” Oliver said. You pulled your hands from his now messy hair and cupped his face. “I love you too, otto” You say before getting up. He lifts up folding the blanket you two were cuddled under. You walk to the kitchen throwing the bag of popcorn away making sure not to make a noise since his family was sleeping. But then you feel hands sneak around your waist. You jump but calm down knowing its Oliver after he lays his head on your shoulder. “come on up to bed with me” he said kissing your neck softly. “let me just clean this up” you say emptying out the rest of the popcorn. He waits a couple seconds before picking you up bridal style and taking you upstairs. You hit him on his chest slightly giggling. He lays you down on the bed and lands right on top of you. You giggle as he kissed you little more. He giggled with you before laying did wn and cuddling you to sleep. This even more made you feel as if the love you had for him felt...... 𝐒𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐥.

[walnutcookie]

Actually on the topic of jjajang i think its really interesting that she doesnt know how to make noodles. It doesnt seem like she eats them very often either, which is pretty unusual for cr characters - in most cases whenever theres a case of the cookie consuming their own ingredient theyre like an Expert on how to make it and theyre great at judging taste but as she said, shes only ever made instant noodles. I think its too early on in the update for me to really judge so take this with a grain of salt but from what im seeing i think jjajang has focused on work and her high position for so long that shes forgotten what its like to live a little. Cooking fancy food isnt a priority of hers - quick meals are most efficient. not that shes overworked per se, but being humbled and demoted and having to work at a noodle shop started as a really big offense to her but then she started to pick up on how to manage everything and it seems like shes loving it. Shes already making plans to open new locations and sourcing new ingredients so that she can expand a temporary business that was just meant to be a cover up ,,, she seems stressed, sure, but she keeps taking on more orders like she wants to cook more. Plus theres olive, whos been working a ton of casual, minimum-wage jobs and has a friendly charm, while in contrast jjajang is used to having a high and respected position and is utterly clueless as to how to not be intimidating .... i dont know how to word this actually HELP but like i think the contrast there is really important. She hated olive at first and thought he was just a dumb rookie but shes warmed up to him and respects how he uses his previous knowledge to help and is still willing to learn more so he can be even more efficient. I think shes learning a lot from him.

Anyways all of this to say i think that this all basically jjajang finally discovering herself. Discovering a love and passion for cooking, stepping out of her comfort zone and learning from the environment and people around her,,,, im really excited to see the second part to this update because dont get me wrong the writing Bothers me to some degree it fucks with pre-existing crob lore and its just generally confusing (i could elaborate in another post but. theyre so confusing abt this whole sudden alien population that nobody is supposed to know abt??) but aughh my prediction/hope is that in the end jjajang and olive continue to run the resturaunt. Or something. I think its sweet and symbolic how jjajang starts by not knowing how to cook her own ingredient and then finds out that she loves it.... or maybe im reading into this wrong HFSKDJHFKJSDHFJ

[dystychiphxbia]

☆ - Gym crush! pt 2

It's a fun concept! i thought the first one would get like 5 likes and it got like...90??? IM SO THANKFUL

gn!reader

characters: anri, oliver, shidou

Teieri Anri;

you two meet at the 8am Saturday yoga class

and you just immediately get along!

Anri would complain about her work and would always lend a listening ear to you as well

quickly you realize that you are more excited about seeing Anri than the actual class

but you two just get along so well...could you really have a crush on her?

you ask her if she has any other hobbies and somehow end up agreeing on going on evening walks at least 2 times a week

she rants about Ego fresh out of work, you love seeing that side of her

she's so passionate that you actually start to learn things about football to impress her

and she IS impressed!

the thing is, she loves to spend time with you with as much as you do

she's always smiling so brightly at work before your evening walks, and Ego is so done with her

"Just admit that you like them" "What?! No! We are just friends! Totally!"

but she DOES like you

but you are just her workout buddy...right?

Oliver Aiku;

this man has been shamelessly watching since day 1

doesn't matter what you are doing, he has been watching

unless he's looking or working out with some random girl

which you find ANNOYING

man has to decide if he wants a piece of this or not

it doesn't take him long to approach you the next time he gets rejected by someone

"nice ass" "got anything better to say?"

he's actually nice to talk with sometimes but he's constantly flirting with you

definitely not ashamed to show you that you are his gym crush

asks you for your workout schedule so that he'll always be there at the same time

even if he's flirty and probably after just one thing, he has to admit that you work hard

he's so good at spotting too, you never have to worry about being crushed by the bar, he will save you every time

attempting a pr? he will hype you up like there's no tomorrow

but he's also pushing you to work harder on the days that you dont feel like it

you've started to enjoy your workouts with him...

and you are definitely seeing progress! and he's seeing it too, always making sure to compliment you

you start getting excited to see him whenever you go to the gym

and oliver has realized that he thinks less of getting into your pants, and more about you in general

"y/n said this the other day!" "is that another one of your bitches?" which eventually changes into "stop talking about y/n PLEASE"

yeah he shows you off to his teammates!

he makes sure to invite you to his next football match and he's so happy when you actually come watch

Shidou Ryusei:

he wants to impress you

probably ego lifts and thinks that you will pay more attention to him that way

but ego lifting isn't attractive. you make sure to ignore him every time

but you steal glances at him, and 99% of the time he's already staring at you

also shamelessly looks at your ass

will start fights with anyone who he thinks is looking at you inappropriately, or honestly anyone who he thinks us looking at you in general

in reality he's the only one who's actually looking at you, but NOW the whole gym is looking at you two

flirts with you

started going to the gym everyday so he could learn your schedule, because you wouldn't tell him

always asks you to spot for him even though both of you know that with his weights, you aren't gonna be able to save him

"i'll watch and let you die if you fail this." "ur cute face motivates me so much that i'll get it!"

u eventually warm up to him...he can be nice sometimes

and overall you enjoy the friendly company

maybe you catch yourself immediately looking for him when you walk to the gym...

he just waves at you, telling you to warm up quickly and join him

now if only he stopped fighting anyone and everyone at the gym!

this is not as good as the first one and i was struggling to choose the 3rd character for this 😭 will def do more cause i love thinking of these silly scenarios

[mrfoox]

Ok new theory as to why I seem to have liked and trusted Oliver since the beginning: he's an fellow chameleon and I could just feel it and relate at once