#I’m gonna step away from the computer and just walk away.

[wutheringmights]

Is ao3 down??? Are you FUCKING KIDDING ME???

[adrienneleclerc]

Can You Be My Boyfriend?

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Hispanic/Latina! Reader

Summary: Y/N is Ferrari’s social media manager and when one of the mechanics doesn’t take no for an answer, she pretends she’s dating a certain Ferrari driver.

Warning: grammatical and spelling errors cuz I don’t proofread

A/N: i just wanted to say thank you so much for the love y’all gave “Prince of Ferrari”, it means a lot to me as a new Charles Leclerc writer. I hope y’all like this one too, just like Olivia Rodrigo, I am so American,

Y/N walked into Fred’s office.

“Mr. Vasseur, I had an idea for a new C2 challenge.” Y/N said.

“What did you have in mind, Y/N?” Fred asked.

“I was thinking we make dishes from each place we go to. Like Cuban food from Miami, Texas barbecue ribs, paella from Spain, and we have Charles and Carlos match the dishes to their flag. I personally think it would be fun, you know? Or we could do a video where the drivers tell us from which Grand Prix the photo was taken.” Y/N suggested.

“Those are very good ideas, Y/N, see if the boys are up to it, will you? Figure out when the best time is to film that.” Fred said.

“Yes, will do.” Y/N said and left his office. She walked to the living room (does the hospitality have a living room? I don’t know) to see Carlos and Charles chatting to away.

“There she is! Como has estado, hermosa?” Carlos asked Y/N, hugging her and kissing her on the cheek.

“Ha estado súper bien, un poquito cansada, pero nada que no se puede arreglar con un café.” Y/N said, her and Carlos laughed.

“I understand half of that.” Charles said.

“Now you know how I feel when you speak French.” Y/N said. “Anyway, as your social media manager, I had an idea for an upcoming challenge, we have to make the most of this season.” Y/N said.

“We hear you, mon ange, what’s the idea?” Charles asked.

“Can you guys guess what Grand Prix this is based off the picture?” Y/N asked, showing them a picture on her phone.

“That’s when I won in Monza.” Charles answered.

“Good, this is your challenge, guessing Grand Prixs based off a photo.” Y/N said putting her phone away. “It’s not much, but it’s different from what you guys have done in the past. You could also match dishes to their countries.” Y/N said.

“Sounds like a fun challenge.” Carlos said.

“Good to hear. I’m gonna be with the photographer, he’s taking photos of the new livery and I need to approve them before I post them on Instagram. See ya later, okay?” Y/N said, stepping into the garage where she sees the photographer looking over the photos on his camera.

“Y/N! You’re here, tell me what you think, and be brutally honest. Do you think they came out to blurry?” The photographer, Daniel, asked. Y/N started looking them over.

“They look great, honestly, it matches Ferrari’s instagram feed, you did a good job. Can you upload them to the computer?” Y/N asked and Daniel said that he could. He left Y/N alone on the garage and that’s when one of the mechanics, Ruggero, approached her.

“Sei bellissima, a more mío.” Ruggero told her. Y/N rolled her eyes,

“Grazie, Rugge, what do you want?” Y/N asked.

“You are very hostile towards me, you know? I might be able to forgive you if you go out with me.” Ruggero said.

“Not gonna happen, Rugge, aren’t you tired of getting rejected?” Y/N asked.

“I bounce back. Come on, amore, why won’t you let me take you out? You think you’re too good for me?” Ruggero asked.

“What are you talking about? Oh my god, I don’t think I’m too good for you, where the hell did you get that from?” Y/N asked, so confused at the turn this conversation took.

“Well that’s the only thing I could think of, you come from the states, you clearly think you’re better than Europeans.” Ruggero said and Y/N had enough of this nonsense.

“I have a boyfriend! Que pesado eres, me cae.” Y/N said.

“Really, who’s the boyfriend?” Ruggero asked. Y/N saw Charles walking into the garage.

“Muñeco, there you are!” Y/N said loudly, walking up to Charles and kissed him. Charles widened his eyes in shock but kissed her back and they both pulled away, Y/N wrapped her arms around his waist, leaning her head against his chest and Charles rubbed her back.

“Congratulations, does Fred know?” Ruggero asked.

“It’s private right now, we’re just seeing how this goes.” Y/N replied and as soon as Ruggero left, Y/N pulled away from Charles. “I am so sorry! Ruggero wouldn’t leave me alone so I had to tell him I had a boyfriend and honestly whoever walked through that door was going to be the victim of my lie but I am glad it’s you and not Carlos, mainly because Ruggero knows Rebecca is dating him.” Y/N explained quickly but Charles was still distracted, thinking about the kiss Y/N gave him.

“I’m sorry, what?” Charles asked.

“Can you be my boyfriend?” Y/N asked.

“I Don’t think we could pull this off, Y/N. We work together.” Charles said.

“We would only have to pretend we’re dating around Ruggero, no one else has to know, I promise.” Y/N said.

“Okay fine.” Charles said, him and Y/N were walking back to the main area (I don’t know how this works) and Carlos was standing next to Fred and Ruggero with a smile.

“Congratulations, cabrón,” Carlos told charles, hugging him. “You two are adorable.” Charles turned to look at Y/N with a look that said ‘no one will know, yeah right’

“I didn’t know you two were dating.” Fred commented.

“It’s still new.” Charles replied, putting his arm around Y/N.

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with the social media posts, it should be fine.” Fred said before walking away. Ruggero smiled before going back to the garage.

“Now I know why you always called her ‘mon ange’, que coqueto saliste, eh charles.” Carlos said, leaving Y/N and Charles alone, Y/N pulled away to face Charles.

“Well so much for that plan, I really am sorry, Charles.” Y/N said.

“You know what? It’s alright, it’s okay, pretending around here should be easy enough, this can’t get worse, right?” Charles asked.

“I Don’t think it can. How about I buy you lunch for getting you into this situation? I swear I did not mean for this to happen.” Y/N said.

“Yeah, sure let’s get lunch, where do you want to go?” Charles asked.

“Well since this lunch is my treat, you choose where we should go.” Y/N said. Charles and Y/N walked to the parking lot together and Y/N was walking towards her car when Charles grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards his car. “Seriously?”

“Well what kind of boyfriend would I be if we went to lunch in different cars?” Charles asked.

“Yeah, makes sense, Ruggero is watching through the window too, let’s go.” Y/N said. Charles opened the passenger door and Y/N got in, he close the door behind her, ever there gentleman, and he got into the driver seat. He turned on the car, and gave Y/N his phone so she can choose the music.

They arrived at the restaurant and like always, there were fans recording Charles and Y/N in the car, leaving the car, eating at the restaurant, talking, laughing, within the hour, Charles and Y/N were trending on Instagram, Twitter (X), and TikTok. As they waited for the check, Y/N was scrolling on TikTok when she found a video of her and Charles in the car.

“Charles, i think our ‘relationship’ went public.” Y/N said, showing him her phone. Charles’s eyes widened.

“Cant say I’m not surprised, I just thought videos wouldn’t be posted until later, you know?” Charles said and Y/N put her phone away.

“We haven’t even been ‘dating’ two hours and now everyone knows. You have no idea how sorry I am, I feel so bad for dragging you into this.” Y/N said.

“None of this wouldn’t have happened if Ruggero understood the word ‘no’ so you are fine, I’m glad I was able to help. But what was that thing you called me? ‘Muñeco’? Why did you call me that?” Charles asked.

“So ‘muñeco’ means ‘doll’, you have a pretty face, everyone says you’re good looking, you know you’re good looking. So muñeco just suits you, okay, especially with those dimples.” Y/N said, Charles smirked a little.

“You think I have a pretty face?” Charles asked teasingly.

“Great, I boosted your ego, like your head wasn’t big enough already. You literally said in one of those C2 challenges when Carlos had your photo that if you were a woman, you would be in love with yourself.” Y/N said. The waiter came in with the check and Y/N was going to take it but Charles was faster. “Dude, I told you I was gonna pay.”

“It would look good if you paid, there are cameras everywhere apparently.” Charles said, placing his credit card with the check. The waiter took the check.

“Then I’ll Apple Pay you. You gonna train today?” Y/N asked.

“Yes actually, come with me? You could post it to my story.” Charles asked. The waiter came back with Charles’s card.

“Yeah, I can do that. But we gotta go to Scuderia Ferrari for my car.” Y/N said, getting up from the table, Charles getting up as well.

“I think it can stay there overnight.” Charles said.

“You want me to spend the entire day with you? You’re insane.” Y/N commented as they were leaving the restaurant.

“Maybe, but it is to keep up appearances.” Charles said.

“I guess, but how long do we say we’ve been dating?” Y/N asked, getting into Charles’s car, he does the same.

“4 months seems good, don’t you think?” Charles asked.

“I guess that’s plausible.” Y/N said, Charles starts the car and drives off.

“Do you miss New York?” Charles asked.

“What do you mean?” Y/N asked.

“You travel a lot with us and you moved to Monaco for work, but do you ever miss New York? Your family? I know I miss my family when I’m away for races.” Charles said.

“I miss the food in New York, I can’t get decent tacos al pastor in Monaco, I gotta wait til the Mexican Grand Prix for them.” Y/N stated. “But yeah, I do miss New York.”

“You should ask for vacation time so you could go.” Charles said.

“I Don’t think they’ll give it to me, but thanks.” Y/N said.

For a week, Y/N and Charles have been spotted together everywhere, at races obviously, with Joris, Andrea, Doni, and Victoria, even with Charles’s family. Right now Y/N was with Charles at a club in Monaco. Y/N was at a table with Charles was at the bar getting drinks. Y/N noticed a girl flirting with Charles, touching his hand, before he pulled away with two drinks for him and Y/N.

“Charles, can we talk for a second?” Y/N asked.

“Sure, what’s on your mind, mon ange?” Charles asked, the nickname still causing butterflies in Y/N’s stomach.

“If you wanted to hook up with that girl, you can. I don’t want to have you tied down for a fake relationship.” Y/N said.

“I wasn’t interested in her at all, you know.” Charles commented.

“Really? What happens when the next girl that hits on you is more your type? I don’t want to hold you back, we are friends after all.” Y/N said.

“I have a confession to make.” Charles said, Y/N nodded her head for Charles to continue. “I’ve liked you for a while. Before you kissed me, it was a little crush, I thought it would have went away, but being with you this past week made my crush grow stronger. You don’t have to feel the same way, I just wanted to get this off my chest.” Y/N was shocked. Charles usually went for Instagram models, but he actually likes her, this was her dream come true.

“I’ve liked you for a while too, I just never thought you would see me that way.” Y/N said.

“I’m going to kiss you right now, okay?” Charles whispered, getting closer to Y/N, looking at her lips then back into her eyes, Y/N nodded, leaning in until their lips touched. It was a soft, gentle kiss, until Charles gained more confidence to do more. They pulled away. “Will you be my girlfriend? For real, this time?” Charles asked.

“Yes I will.” Y/N responded, they kissed again.

The End

Was this good? I think it was good, the pacing is weird, but I had no idea where this was going, just saying. Was it just as good as “prince of Ferrari”? Probably not, but I hope y’all liked it, should I keep writing Charles Leclerc fanfics?

[mentally-gone002]

keep him safe

summary: y/n brings spencer to her apartment after noticing him acting differently. 

warnings: mentions of drugs, addiction (i think), blood, guns

a/n: this takes place a few weeks after S3 Ep12 (3rd life) where that kid is killed in front of spencer… and yeah!!! also i apologize cuz i don’t know what addiction is like so hence idk how to write it but i tried… pls enjoy🤓

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7:33 pm

outside the building housing the BAU office it was dark and quiet, only filled with the sound of the few cars that passed and loud chirping of cicadas. it was peaceful compared to the past case that only ended hours before this. 

everyone on the BAU team filed into the building to settled into their desks and get a few files of work completed before they went home to repeat the process the next day. some finished their work quicker; the some was hotch, prentis, rossi, jj and garcia. they all left with quick and tired goodbyes to the remaining members of the team until the only tree left were y/n and spencer and morgan. 

when morgan did leave he shot a suggestive look at the two youngest agents. “have fun tonight you two.” he smirked. y/n rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything. 

spencer was working slow for once, his eyes not taking in all the words of the page at the quick rate they usually do. his fingers tapped at his desk and made the pen in his dominant hand flip and twist. he was fidgeting more than he usually did. 

y/n noticed this of course. because she was just one bullpen away from him and because they were close friends… and she was a profiler. she knew when something was picking his brain, good or bad. he had been like this for a few weeks and today was the day she would step in. because she knew spencer. he wouldn’t reach out until he was too far into a hole he had dug for himself.

she watched him for half an hour in between work until she swiveled in her seat, turning it until her legs were free from beneath the desk. she stood up and walked around to his desk. 

“knock, knock.” she interrupted the silence with an accompanying wrap of her knuckles against his desk. she didn’t want to startle him, as he seemed to be on edge already. “you doing alright with that?” the question she asked was gentle while she leaned her hip against the desks edge and stared down at the brown haired man as he stared back. 

he shrugged. “i can’t really focus on it.” spencer confessed with a tired voice. his eyes had early signs of bruising underneath them that she caught onto before they disappeared behind his thin fingers that pressed into the corners of his eyes in exhaustion. 

a sigh flowed from her nose. she dropped her head to the side and her cheek smushed against her shoulder. “you okay?” she was concerned for him; he’d been quieter than usual on the way home. 

spencer nodded. “yeah, yeah. i’m okay, just- just can’t focus.” he told her as he slumped back into his chair. his pen was abandoned on the open file on the table. he stared blankly at the case file, almost in horror. 

she looked with him at the papers with the inside of her cheek held between her teeth, thinking to herself prior to flipping the file closed. spencer sat up a little with his mouth opening but she shushed him. “you can work on it tomorrow, okay? we’re gonna go home.” y/n said to him with a tone that told spencer not to fight her in this. 

“you said ‘we’ and ‘home’ in the same sentence. i don’t understand.” spencer followed her with his brown eyes, spinning himself in his chair to keep them on her as y/n walked back to her desk, switching off her lamp and grabbing her purse. 

she looked at him over her computer, turning it off with the almost unheard click of a button. “you’re gonna stay with me tonight.” she answered him simply. 

he furrowed his brows. “why?” 

“because i don’t trust you to be alone tonight.” 

spencer swallowed thickly with how her eyes bore into his own. he could have, no, should have known that y/n would have caught onto his behavior. 

a case from weeks ago had taken a toll on him. seeing a kid shot in front of his eyes after he tried everything he could to convince jack, the father of lindsay who was kidnapped, not to shoot the teen holding her captive. the image scarred him; how the bullet exploded the boys head from the close range, how the blood splattered on the walls, and how he stood there in shock because he didn’t know what to do. 

“i’m okay.” he swore to her. 

she pursed her lips as she walked back to his desk. “don’t fight me on this,” her voice was low in a whisper. “i want to help you, spencer.” she reached down to place her hand on the back of his where it rested on the desk. 

spencer swallowed thickly once more before he sighed, looking away. “okay.” when her hand retracted away from his, he stood up and put his bag over his shoulder. 

y/n smiled at him and started walking with spencer on her heels out of the glass doors of the BAU office, into the elevator and to her car. 

9:07 pm

y/n smiled as she unlocked the door to her apartment and walked inside with her hand on the nob until spencer was all the way inside. 

he’d been in her apartment multiple times which meant there was no awkward moments as he took off his shoes and hung his bag on the rack beside the door. 

“are you hungry?” she asked him as she entered her small kitchen and he went to sit at the island. 

“i’m alright… just tired.” he told her with his elbows leaning on the counter. he blinked slowly. 

“okay.” she looked him over with sad eyes. “spencer?” he looked up at her at the utter of his name. “if there’s something wrong you can talk to me.” 

her statement had him nodding with his head lowered and his eyes closed. 

she was the one person he actually told about his addiction problem that had taken him over almost few months ago, and she’d helped him stop. but now he had the urge to use again, and that’s why she brought him home with her. that was why. 

y/n padded out from behind the kitchen island to spencer and her arms went around his middle. her chest was against his curved back from his posture from leaning over the counter a bit and she rested her cheek on his shoulder blade. he was warm through his clothes and his heartbeat was loud, but slow in y/n’s ear.

“thank you.” the words were whispered by spencer. 

“you’re welcome.” y/n whispered back to him. her thumb on one hand slowly trailed up and down where it was against the front of his waist, almost the middle of his abdomen. “i just want you to be safe.” 

“i know.” he breathed heavily due to how her touch was so kind and soft, unlike their job. 

a comfortable silence settled over y/n’s apartment as they stayed where they were at the kitchen island. spencer was in the verge of sleep from how at ease he was, and not a single image of the long past case was in his head, until she pulled away, then it all came rushing back to him. but he wasn’t going to tell her. there was a part of him that knew she knew. 

she always knew. 

“cmon, it’s late.” y/n ran a hand down his back as she stepped away from the proximity, straying to go towards her bedroom. 

spencer stared after her and decided to follow once she disappeared from his sight through the door separating her own space from the open concept of her apartment. 

her bedroom was homy. soft colors made up her bed, curtains and walls, while her dresser and nightstands were a darker shade. spencer liked it. 

“you remember where your clothes are right?” she called from where she stood in front of her bathroom mirror. 

“yeah.” spencer answered. his socked feet carried him to her dresser. the top right drawer was his. it had a set of pajamas and work clothes in it. 

it was almost like spencer and y/n were in a relationship. they had the details of one. with the clothes of the other at each of their houses, the secret looks they passed, some what harmless flirting. they were very close. so close that almost all of their coworkers were waiting for the day they finally got together; they’ve been waiting for three years. 

spencer quickly changed out of his work clothes and into pajamas before slipping into y/n’s bed. he was going to go sleep on her couch but that would only result in her dragging him back to her room. he laid in his left side, facing her empty space with eyes on her pillow u til she joined him, almost coming nose to nose with him. 

“i’m glad you didn’t go to the couch.” she told him. 

his mouth tugged up in the corners. “i decided against it. i knew you’d just drag me back here.” he said it through a yawn. 

“you know me too well.” she hummed. 

“i do.” 

silence. 

“thank you, again.” spencer muttered. 

y/n nodded against her pillow. “it’s my job to look out for people. you just happen to be the most important people i do that for.” 

spencer nodded slowly at her words, smiling softly again. he absentmindedly fidgeted with the top of her comforter, twisting and pulling at the seam between his fingers anxiously. he was at ease with her, but that feeling in his body kept flashing over him. the part of him that wanted to use dilaudid kept resurfacing. 

y/n frowned. “hey,” her hand snaked out from under the comforter to brush through his soft hair, “where’d you go?” she searched his eyes with her own for the previously smiling spencer. he must have gone away for now. 

spencer shrugged with a shaky inhale. “i don’t know…” he blinked his eyes closed, hard. it’s what he did when he wanted to keep himself from crying. he sniffled a little, still toying with the seam of the comforter. 

y/n’s heart ached for him. she’d seen a lot of things that made her feel many different ways, but seeing spencer like this made her want to cry. 

spencer opened his eyes and looked at her. they were glossed over, creating an almost pretty sheen over the amber-brown color. the tear that slipped from one of his eyes made her move the hand she had in his hair to wipe it away. “i almost started using again…” his voice was quivering. “i just don’t want to see that dead kid anymore.”

y/n moved closer to his body under the covers. her hand rested on the side of his face, thumb drawing a gentle line back and forth over his cheekbone. “i know you don’t, babe.” she whispered. “what can i do for you?” 

spencer shrugged immediately after your question registered with him. “i just need distractions.” 

she nodded subtly. her hands retracted from his face as she rolled over to grab a book off her nightstand. “can i read to you?” 

spencer was quick to nod prior to moving closer to her. his arms were acting as a pillow for his head as he remained laying on his side, only inches away from her as she opened her book. 

she started reading, which made spencer’s mind go blank as he listened. he liked how slow she was with the words, taking her time. sometimes she’d stutter, or ask him how to pronounce something. it was a nice change from how he read. 

y/n paused her reading to take a quick glance down at spencer, seeing how he had curled into himself and was now breathing steadily with a few soft snores mixed in. she smiled to herself and closed the book, putting it back on her nightstand and switched off the light.

[spiinvisble]

Please write a fic about Hamzah fucking “you” while you wear his shirt omg I feel like his tags are so dry lately.

Please and thank you ♥️

t shirt | hamzah the fantastic

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notes/warnings: nsfw! unprotected sex, praising

(first imagine… its kinda short sorry so go nice on me please also the way i struggled with this so hard.. haha hard!)

fridays were your favourite because that was the day you would get to sleep over at hamzah's apartment for the weekend. as soon as you stepped through the door, you noticed hamzah sat with focused eyes on his computer, headphones on, editing his youtube video.

“hi baby i’m gonna shower” you said, kissing his cheek and trying to get his attention away from the screen.

“mhmm” he replied, nodding as he is editing the finishing touches of his video.

you headed to the bathroom, eager to feel the relaxing feeling of cold water on your skin. after, you come out of the bathroom with dampened hair in hamzah's t shirt. the fabric hits an inch below your hip, effectively hiding your panties.

“finally” hamzah muttered to himself as he stretched his arms. he turned around to face you and formed a smirk “you’re wearing my shirt?”.

“yeah i hope you don’t mind” you replied, walking towards him.

“not at all” he said pulling you close “there is just one thing though” he added, putting his hands on your hips.

“what is it?” you asked. you can sense the tension because you knew hamzah was a sucker for you wearing his shirt. you realized this a few weeks ago when you "forgot" your pyjamas at your place and asked for some clothes. you didn’t actually forget; wearing his clothes was way more comfortable anyway. but, the minute you walked out that night with his shirt, ready for bed, you guys didn’t do much sleeping.

“i want these off” he murmured, sliding your panties down. he then stood up from his chair maintaining strong eye contact “you look really good” he whispered leaving cold shivers down your neck. he began giving soft kisses on your neck and the only sound that escaped your lips were quiet moans and “mhmm”. 

hamzah took the hint and gently laid you on his bed. “fuck you know what you do to me?” he said gesturing you to look down. he never had a problem with randomly getting bricked up but whenever he saw you or even had a thought about you, he felt the rush.

he quickly removed his shirt, and you eagerly unbuckled his belt, helping him take off his boxers where his member sprung out. you widen your eyes because no matter how many times you seen it, you will always feel so needy for him.

hamzah grabbed your face and kissed you. he began to climb over you, his kisses getting more passionate and slower. you feel your neediness get stronger and start moving your right hand up and down his member. he stops and looks down at you. 

“fuck why did you stop?” you whispered moving his hands from your hips to your wet slit so he can feel how badly you also wanted this.

“already so wet for me” he groaned putting his finger in. you initiated another kiss and continued stroking him with your right hand while the left was deep in his curls. hamzah sees you getting so flustered and added a second finger. the motion and especially the curling of his fingers felt so heavenly.

you can’t handle this heat and remove his hand to begin rubbing his member on your wet clit.

“fuckkk” he moaned, starting to adjust himself. hamzah grabs your waist and he begins to slowly move back and forth. you took him all in and start wrapping your legs behind him pushing him in deeper. he then lifts your shirt to see your tits, loving the way they bounce because he was the reason for seeing you in this position. 

the sounds of your wetness and the smacking of his thrusts grew louder. his hair began to curl more from the sweat on his forehead, and his biceps flexed as he gripped your waist, trying to get even deeper.

“just like that” you moaned, gripping his back and leaving some scratches from the digging of your nails. he continued his pace and you can feel your insides twisting into knots, feeling a release.

“good girl, i’m so close” he says breathing heavily and giving a few more strokes before he pulls out and aiming for your chest as he hits his high.

he kisses your forehead and quickly grabs a towel to clean up the mess. 

“so what is it with this shirt?” you asked, your breathing still heavy.

“i mean it’s my lucky shirt. i mean whenever you wear it i just guess so lucky” he says forming a smirk and winking at you while he finishes wiping you up.

[lokigodofmyheart]

RED FLOWER

Pairing: Tony Stark x Reader

Words: 1.939

Summary: Tony and Y/N went to a mission together.

Warning/Content: smut, sex pollen

MASTERLIST KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

Rogers said the base was abandoned and there was no reason to go the whole team, so Y/N and Tony were the chosen ones to go. As they stepped off the jet and walked to the base, they were meet with a field of red flowers. 

“This is...odd.” Y/N says as they walk in the grass. 

“Seems like every HYDRA base we've raided. But I agree, kinda weird to have a garden.” Tony picked one up in his hand. 

Y/N looked at him, rolling her eyes “Really? You’re picking the weird HYDRA flower?” 

“It's a flower. Not gonna hurt me.” Stark says, looking at the flower in his hand and then at her “You worry too much...” He brought the flower closer and sniffed it “It smells nice.” 

“Don’t smell the flower, Stark!!” Y/N could not believe he was doing that. Was he stupid or something? “What if it’s poisonous?” 

Stark rolled his eyes looking at her “Nothing is going to happen, relax. You're being paranoid.” 

“It’s HYDRA, I’m not being even enough paranoid.” 

Tony laughs as they kept waking to get in the base, with the flower on his hand “You really think they'd make a flower that kills people? That's a little ridiculous.” he teased, waving the flower in front of her face.  

She pushes his hand away from her face. He was right, the flower did smell nice “I swear, if I die because you made smell a flower...”  

“You will not die.” he shoved it into her face, chuckling. Y/N, again, pushed his hand away from her face. 

“Let’s get over with this mission, I’m feeling a creepy vibe from here.” She says, as they kept waking. Inside of the base, most of the floor was covered in grass and the same flower.  

“Did they decide to start a flower shop or something?” he said as he looked at the sea of flowers in front of them. Stark had to admit that Y/N was right, that seems creepy. 

Y/N took a deep breath while they walk. The whole place smelled like the flower “Something’s not right here, Stark...the base is abandoned and full of flowers?” 

“You won’t die because of those flowers.” Tony says, rolling his eyes once again. 

“But what if we do?”  

“You won’t. We won’t. Relax. It’s creepy, but they won’t kill us.”  

They started to walk more into the base, checking the rooms, but all they found was empty places, totally abandoned and again, full of flowers. As they kept checking, they start feeling the temperature rising.  

Tony was the first one to speak “Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?” 

“No, it’s hot...” Y/N noticed thermostat on the wall, and when she saw it was the same temperature that before, she found even weirder “Huh...” 

Stark pulled a little at the neck of his shirt, a bit uncomfortable “Yeah, something is definitely wrong.” 

Finally, they found a room that wasn’t empty, just abandoned. There was a few computers and papers. Y/N looked at Tony “Let’s see if we find anything so we can go.” Tony agreed, going to check the computers, but none of them worked. He was getting more and more frustrated with this mission.  

Y/N kept looking at the papers in front of her, until she found something. It wasn’t good. Not even a little. “Uh...Tony?” 

“Yeah?” He says, getting closer to her. 

“What exactly are you feeling?” 

“I don't know... hot? Really uncomfortable...” he mumbled, tugging at his pants. Y/N looked at the paper and then back at him, and her face wasn’t good. “What is it?” 

“So...that flower is the reason this place is abandoned. According to these papers here, they tried to make one and they started multiplying faster than they could control...” 

“And...?” Tony looks at her curiously, he knew that was more. 

“And this flower release an... aphrodisiac pollen...” 

“What?” he paused, looking at her confused “Are you telling me these flowers release a... sex pollen?” 

Y/N nods, looking at the paper “Oh, and hear that. They kill you if you try to resist the effects.” She glares at him. “Who would thought the weird flower at HYDRA base would kill us...” 

Tony took a deep breath, assimilating the new information “Okay, so maybe you were right...” 

“Maybe??” 

“Don't rub it in.” he mumbled, feeling hotter by the second “This thing works stupidly fast too...” 

She nods, agreeing “We’re still exposed to the pollen. We have to get out of her and go back to the compound, maybe Bruce can think of something...” 

Stark nodded, trying to control himself as they started to walk towards the exit. Every step he took was a struggle “Sounds good. God, I feel like I had a whole pack of Viagra.” Y/N chuckles, but she wasn't feeling any better than him. Walking got very difficult to Tony as he started to get increasingly more uncomfortable and his mind started to wander. He started to look at Y/N bit too often, trying to ignore the thoughts he was having. 

It didn't take long for them to reach the jet, and as soon they were in, Y/N was already speaking “JARVIS, home. Now.” 

“JARVIS, how long until we get home?” Was Tony’s time to ask. 

“Forty minutes, Mr. Stark.”  

“Forty minutes?” he groaned, getting more uncomfortable. His jeans were feeling very tight, and he could feel his cock already hard enough and throbbing with need. Y/N didn't miss the tent on his pants. She was having trouble with how drenched her panties were and seeing Tony that hard wasn’t helping her need. 

He was trying not to move too much, but the uncomfortable feeling was starting to get really bad. He wanted, no, NEEDED to do something “Turn around.” 

“What?” Y/N was already out of breath, the arouse making hard for her to think of anything. 

“Just, turn around.” he said in a deeper, raspy voice. 

“That won’t help and you know it.” 

Tony groaned, feeling more frustrated” I know. But I need to do something, so please, just turn around.” he begged with a very obvious plead in his voice. 

Y/N did what he wanted. She could hear when he opened his pants and when it fell to the ground. She could hear the low moan he let when he touched his cock and she could hear in the silent jet the sound of his hand masturbating himself. She tried to do the same, opening her pants and letting her hand slide in her folds. Her panties were already ruined when she starts touching herself. It didn’t help. Not her, not Tony. If anything, just made them feel even worse. 

“This isn’t helping...” Tony says, breathing hard already, still stroking himself. 

“No...” Y/N answers with her hands still in her pants. 

He took a deep breath “God, why is this taking so long? JARVIS, how much time?” 

“Thirty minutes, sir.” Came the electronic voice. 

Tony closed his eyes, taking a deep breath again “Okay...thirty minutes...we can survive thirty minutes, right?” 

“We won’t.” Y/N sighs “We will burn from inside out and when we land, we will be already dead...” 

He swallowed hard, the thoughts going through his head were making everything worse “I need to- need to do something...” 

“The only way is if we fuck.” 

“Well, I ain't arguing with you there.” he said with a slightly deeper voice, very clearly struggling to stay still and control himself “Come over here...” 

Y/N didn't need to be told twice. She turns back to him, seeing his cock free and hard and walked to him. He groaned the second she was close enough, feeling his heart racing. He put his hand on her hips and pulled her on him, making Y/N fall straddling him. He bit his lip to control himself, putting his arms around her waist as he moved involuntarily his hips. 

She let out a soft moan, not wasting any time to undress him. It was a blurry as they took each other’s clothes and, in a minute, she was naked on his lap, feeling his cock brushing against her pussy. He groaned feeling her wetness on him, before he let his lips find her neck and started kissing a sensitive spot. A low moan came out of her lips, and her hips involuntarily rocked against his, needing the friction. 

He started to pant, kissing the sensitive spot a bit harder while he holding her hips in a firm grip, starting to guide her movements as he was getting impatient. 

“Tony...I need you.” She says in a moan. 

“I need you too...” he panted, moving his hand on the back of her thigh to support her as he stands up and back her on the jet wall. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her on the wall. He looked at her one last time to make sure she was okay.  

Y/N gave him a small nod and Tony didn’t waste any time to align himself with her entrance and slowly entering her. She let out a moan and Tony groans, the feeling much more intense than any sex they had before because of the pollen. 

Tony looked at her, watching her reaction as he pulled almost all out and then in. Y/N moans again. He tried to be slow at first, but the pollen was making so hard that without noticing, he was thrusting on her hard and fast, losing the gentleness, grabbing her hips a little harder. 

His mouth found the spot on her neck again, sucking on the skin. He had his mind going blank, everything he could focus on was the pleasure he was feeling and how good she felt around him. 

“Tony...” She moans his name “I-I’m...” 

He knew what she wanted to say. Hell, he could feel her tightening around him already “Cum for me...”. Y/N barely holds another second before she clenched around his cock, making Tony moan at the feeling. She arched her back from the wall was she moans his name.  

Her orgasm and the pollen made it for him. He came right after her, holding her even tighter on his body and thrusting on her as he rides out his climax. Tony collapsed back on the seat, keeping Y/N's leg around him. They were breathing hard after the intense sex they had, but now they didn't feel the pollen anymore. It worked. Tony was trying to breath normally again, still having her on his lap.  

He ran his fingers through her hair, while he looked at her “God...that felt good...” Y/N only nods, not trusting her voice after that intense orgasm she had. “You okay?” he asked, pulling her hair out of her face. 

Y/N nodded again “...you?” 

“Yeah...yeah...I'm good...” he smiled a little, pulling her a bit closer “Tired as hell, but good.” 

“Sir, we’ll be landing in five.” JARVIS says, interrupting their moment. 

He nodded “Thanks, Jarvis...We better get dressed, before the rest of the team sees us like this.” Y/N gave him a nod, before she pulled herself out of him, still feeling her legs a little weak. Tony looked at her and chuckled, not even trying to hold back his smirk “Your legs are shaking, huh?” 

“That was the pollen, not you.” She says to tease him while they got dressed. 

Tony walked to her with a lust in his eyes I’m more than welcome to prove you wrong when we land.” 

“Your room or mine?” She smirks. 

He returned the smirk “Mine.” 

[yoon-kooks]

pastries & promises | jjk

⛓️pairing: hotnerd!jungkook x popular!reader

⛓️genre: smut, fluff, college!au

⛓️summary: After hooking up with the hot nerdy boy in your coding class over the weekend, you’ll use any excuse to keep his hands on your body all week long.

⛓️word count: 3k

⛓️warnings: catdilf!jk, dom!jk, sub!reader, daddy/kitten undertones, praise kink, dirty talk, oc is a horny lil brat, mention of getting wasted at parties, one instance of slut-shaming, oc makes an ignorant comment about earl grey tea lol, no explicit smut in this drabble

⛓️p&p masterlist⛓️

a/n: this takes place a few days after p&p jjk & oc start talking to give us a glimpse of what their new dynamic is like in & out of class✨ btw despite what oc says about earl grey, i personally love it;;

After a weekend of sex, coding, kitten shenanigans, and more sex, you wake up to a beautiful boy with equally beautiful tattoos nagging you to “get the fuck up” for the “hundredth time” because “class starts in twenty minutes” and “attendance is worth 25% of your grade.” It somehow slipped your mind that it’s already Monday. Can he really blame you after fucking you silly several hours ago?

You tug at the collar of his hoodie and pull him on top of you. Still very much naked beneath the sheets, you suggest, “Or we can just skip class and extend our weekend? I’m sure we can find something fun to do.”

“Nice try, but no.” Jungkook offers you a hand and pulls you into an upright sitting position. The sheets slide down your chest, and you catch the boy staring a little too long.

“And you expect me to walk into class without a bra?” It’s not your fault you rushed over to his place last night in nothing but a baby tee and leggings. Why bother throwing on a bra when you know it’s gonna be torn off your body the second you step into his room?

“I mean, I’m not against it.” His eyes are still locked onto your chest. At least he’s a guy who appreciates art when he sees it. When he’s finally done, he digs through his closet and throws one of his grey hoodies into your arms. “But this will keep you warmer.”

You sniff the hoodie. It’s clean but still has the very scent you’ve familiarized yourself with a lot this weekend—blossoms and bergamot. It smells delicious.

With a sigh, you hop out of the bed and collect your pieces of clothing from every corner of the room. Your thong somehow wound up slung over his computer screen, but better there than on the floor.

Once you’re dressed in your day-old clothes, you slip into the boy’s hoodie and drown in his scent. The warmth that engulfs you makes you want to adopt his comfy casual style. At least on school days. Maybe you wouldn’t dread going to class so much if you could just sit there and be all cozy like that.

You’d still prefer to stay home and fuck him, though.

“You know what, I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden,” you lie. “Maybe you should stay home too so we don’t spread any germs to our beloved classmates.”

“Maybe you should just go to class like a good girl, and maybe you’ll be rewarded afterward,” he throws back at you. The way you perk up is almost embarrassing. But you’ve definitely got a thing for being praised and rewarded for good behavior. Especially if the prize is something pleasurable. So yeah, you suppose you’ll endure class for a few hours so that you can have some more fun later on.

“Fine.” You wrap your pinky around his to solidify the deal. He gives you a look but doesn’t pull his finger away. “But just know that you’re a nerd for never skipping class.”

“And how do you know I never skip class?” He raises his brow with intrigue.

“We’ve been in at least three or four other comp sci classes together, and I’ve never seen you miss a day.”

“Oh, so you’ve been keeping tabs on me all this time?” He’s totally calling you out. But he isn’t wrong. As quiet as Jungkook is in class, it’s hard not to notice someone who’s so incredibly smart. Doesn’t hurt that you’ve always thought he was kinda cute too.

“I guess you could say that,” you admit. What you won’t admit, however, is the fact that you’d wanted to talk to him back then but didn’t know how to initiate a conversation. You might be considered popular, but you sure as hell don’t know how to talk to people unless they strike up the conversation first. And Jeon Jungkook clearly didn’t have any intentions of being the initiator.

Thank god for that partner project that started it all.

Just before the two of you can get out the door, a tiny mew stops you in your tracks. The kitten looks up at Jungkook and cries again.

“You have to stay home, little one,” he says, holding a hand up for her to sit and stay. Like the naughty demon child she is, she ignores everything he says and climbs up his leg and into his arms. You can hear her purring as soon as she rests her chin on her dad’s shoulder like an actual baby. It’s so tempting to take a million pictures of the glorious cat dad moment and set one as your phone wallpaper, but you’d definitely run out of storage. Good to know you have some form of restraint when it comes to your infatuation.

After ten heartwarming seconds, he sets the kitten down in her pink bed and gives her a new tiger toy that was special ordered from some fancy cat shop on the other side of the country. 

“Stay,” he tells her again before rising out of his squat. When she does as she’s told, he adds, “Good kitten.”

Oh, how you wish he was saying that to you right now.

“Your daddy really spoils you, you know that?” you giggle, waving bye to the kitty. A second later, you’re overcome by the urge to latch around Jungkook’s arm as you both head to his car. “When are you going to spoil me like that?”

He doesn’t give you a specific answer, but you’ll gladly accept the way he shrugs with the faintest hint of a smile. The two of you haven’t been talking all that long, and yet, he seems to be tolerating your antics well. At the very least, he must like you a tiny bit.

On the car ride over, you feel like you’re forgetting something. And then the boy’s stomach rumbles. Neither of you has eaten anything since the impromptu fast food run last night.

“Ooh, we should stop by the cute little bakery near campus before class,” you suggest, totally not trying to avoid class for the thousandth time today. “I heard they have really good muffins.”

“We’re gonna be late if we make any detours.” He catches a glimpse of your pout as he makes a right turn. “We can go after.”

Your pout quickly becomes a smile because he keeps sweetening the deal. You’re very much looking forward to the promised pastries and sex after class along with anything else he might throw in.

When you get to class, the usual gal crowd is hanging around your desk. Except someone else is there sitting in your seat. It’s Big Tim. Great. You love confrontation first thing in the morning.

Before approaching the seat thief, you watch him throw a cocky ass smile at Jungkook who straight up ignores it as he takes his seat next door. You would’ve appreciated a little help, but there’s nothing from Big Tim you can’t handle. Besides, the two of you agreed to keep the whole hookup thing lowkey and out of the mouths of your gossiping classmates. Otherwise Jungkook would probably end up hearing a wacky rumor-fied version of it from his tattoo artist.

“Hi?” you say to the guy in your seat. You’ll play nice for now.

“Oh hi Y/N, we were just talking about you.” Big Tim gives you a much kinder smile than the one he threw at Jungkook—a byproduct of being popular, you suppose.

“About what?” You’re genuinely confused.

“There’s a party at my place this weekend, and I’m hoping you’ll be there.” This is the first time he’s personally invited you anywhere. Is it a coincidence that he’s doing it in front of an audience?

“Thanks for the invite, but I’m all partied out for a while,” you respond as honestly and gracefully as possible. You have no interest in hanging out with Big Tim, but parties aren’t completely off the table forever. It might be fun to bring Jungkook to one eventually, even though he claims he’s uninterested in getting wasted with people he couldn’t care less about. “Can I have my seat back now?”

Big Tim laughs it off like you weren’t being serious. “Aww, don’t be like that. It’s just gonna be a small thing with you, me, and a few others. It’ll be fun, I promise.”

You and him? You almost gag. That doesn’t sound like fun at all. And what’s up with him dismissing your gentle rejection? If he didn’t want to be rejected in front of everyone, he shouldn’t have hyped it up in the first place. Now it just feels like he’s pressuring you into going along with it because he knows you’re too soft to make him look bad in front of others. Unfortunately for him, that’s not going to happen.

“I’m seeing someone—a single father, actually—and I’ve been helping him with his kid. So I don’t have time for your party.” The single father part is a bit of a stretch, but you kind of like the sound of it. He’s your local hot cat dilf after all.

The girls’ jaws all drop at the same time. Big Tim’s smile also drops a bit, but he continues to shrug it off. “Helping a dad with his kid? Anything for a good dicking, I guess.”

Okay, buddy. 

You tried to stay courteous about the whole situation, and this is what you get in return. He can say whatever he wants to make himself feel better about himself, but it’s also sad to see not a single one of the other girls step in and call him out on his bullshit. You’re sick of it.

“Are you done? Can you leave now?” You look Big Tim straight in the eyes, although you’re hoping the girls take a hint to leave as well.

They don’t. Because they’re too invested in how Big Tim will respond as he opens his big mouth once more.

“She said leave,” Jungkook snaps out of nowhere. If you had to guess, he was trying to catch up on sleep after that long night with you, and now he’s cranky and mad that Big Tim can’t just shut up and take the L.

Big Tim and the girls collectively turn their heads toward the grumpy boy who cuts the conversation off with a death glare to each and every one of them. As expected, Jungkook is the only person who’d ever take your side on anything. And that’s why he’s the only one who matters to you these days.

At long last, the crowd disperses and everyone goes back to their seats. Just in time for class to begin.

As soon as class ends, you stretch your arms out, slip past all the girls who want the deets on this mysterious dilf you’re seeing, and meet back up with said dilf outside the building.

“Bakery time?” You’re smiling awfully bright despite the shitshow that went down before class. But that’s the effect Jeon Jungkook seems to have on you. You’ll take a bad day every once in a while if he’s there to make it a little better.

“Don’t bakeries usually close early?” he asks in a calm voice as if that isn’t the most devastating thing someone has said to you all day. You hadn’t thought about that.

In a panic, you pull out your phone to check the time and google the bakery’s business hours. Before you can get your answer, the boy chuckles, “It’s open. I already checked. You’re just fun to fuck with.”

You’d fight him for messing with you like that, but you’re too distracted by that chuckle. It’s a rare occurrence that you’ll treasure forever. Who knew he had such a charming laugh? And how lucky are you to be the one to hear it?

“By the way, thanks for earlier,” you say as you hop into his car. “I was about to throw hands at Tim.”

“I thought his name was Jim.” The boy looks so confused. You love it. “But yeah, you should’ve thrown hands for all that shit he said.”

“He wasn’t wrong about the good dicking though,” you hum. You can’t even remember the last time sex was this good. 

“Definitely not wrong about that,” Jungkook agrees with a big fat smirk on his face.

When the two of you arrive at the bakery, you’re delighted to see that they haven’t sold out of the famous poppy seed muffins you’ve been eyeing on Yelp. You try to get Jungkook on board with the muffin agenda, but he opts for a buttery croissant—another solid pick. You’ll definitely be stealing a bite out of that flaky pastry of his.

“Which drink are you getting?” you ask, eyeing the drink menu like it’s a map of Disneyland. Everything looks so fucking good that you don’t know where to start.

“A London fog.” You have no idea what that is, but it sounds boring. “It’s earl grey,” he clarifies upon seeing the ignorance in your eyes.

“Isn’t that what old people drink?” you snicker. “You’re a nerd and a senior citizen?”

“Well what are you getting? A hot chocolate, right? Because that’s what babies drink,” he teases back. Now that you think about it, he calls you Baby an awful lot in bed. If the two of you were dating, you wonder if you could get him to call you that all the time. Hypothetically speaking, of course.

You do end up getting the hot chocolate while Jungkook gets his elderly drink. As the barista is ringing the order up at the register, a cute sign catches your attention at the other end of the counter because there’s a cat on it. You wander over to it and pick up one of the baggies with fresh baked cat treats in it. What a coincidence.

“Hey Jungkook, look. Let’s get this for Lucy, too.” Excited by your last-minute find, you scurry back to the register where the boy is already slipping his wallet back into his butt pocket. Fine, if he wants to pay for your breakfast, then you’re paying for the kitty treats.

After you pay and secure all your food, the two of you return to Jungkook’s place. The first thing you do is seek out the kitten who’s busy taking a nap on the boy’s bed instead of in her own.

She blinks at you with heavy eyelids and twitches her nose toward the bag in your hand.

“Good morning, little cutie,” you grin. “I brought you some special treats.”

Her big ears immediately shoot up as she starts pawing at the bag. She’s so fucking cute you could cry.

“You have to ask your daddy if it’s okay to eat one now.” You continue to use your baby voice before turning to the daddy in question standing behind you.

“Just one.” The stern dad voice comes out. “And make sure you break it in half. She’s small, you know.”

“Yes, daddy.” By now, the word slips so naturally off your tongue. You meant for it to be sarcastic this time, but you’re also very aware of what it does to him and his body.

He watches quietly as you break the treat into bits and hold it in your palm for the kitten to gobble up. She meows, optimistic for more special treats, but you stick to the plan and give her more pets and cuddles instead.

“Your daddy is so mean, huh. He doesn’t want you eating any more yummy treats,” you blabber into the kitten’s ear. She makes a whiny sound in agreement.

“Hey, what are you two conspiring about over there?” Jungkook frowns.

“Oh nothing.” You’re about to shoo him away but notice his lock screen flashing on in his hand. It looks like a pic of you and the kitten conspiring together. “Wait, what’s that on your phone?”

“Oh nothing,” he mocks you before changing the subject. “Drink your hot chocolate already. It’s getting cold.”

You take a sip of it as you devour the muffin. Your drink is basically cold chocolate milk at this point, but at least it still tastes amazing. The muffin slaps too.

“Taste,” you say as you offer up your half-eaten muffin to the boy. He takes a bite like a good boyfriend would—except he’s not actually your boyfriend.

“It’s good,” he shrugs as he goes back to the flaky pastry. “The croissant’s better though.”

“Let me taste.” You grab hold of the boy’s chin and taste the butter on his lips. He kisses back with long, tender motions that leave you wanting far more than just a casual makeout session. There’s no doubt in your mind that he tastes better than both the muffin and croissant combined. You pull back for just a second to say, “Hey, wasn’t I promised sex after class?”

“Do the homework first. It’s easy.” Of course Jeon Jungkook has his priorities straight, and of course you listen because you’re craving more of his praise. At least he’s a good influence on you. “And I never said sex specifically, by the way. Is that what you were thinking about in that dirty little head of yours?”

He’s 100% right. Your horny mind just believes whatever it wants to believe. Right now, it's telling you the boy wants it just as much as you do. He’s just better at hiding it.

“It was heavily implied though,” you huff as you take your laptop out and start on a boring coding exercise on his bed. “The sex better be really good!” And that’s a threat.

“When has it not been?” Jungkook shoots you an arrogant look. Good point. And apparently he’s already finished with the assignment because he shuts his computer off and turns his attention to your screen. He sits his ass right behind you, slips his hands up into the hoodie you’re wearing, and whispers into your ear, “Now hurry up and finish. I’m waiting.”

[enha-stars]

✧ the love game

pairing: gamer!heeseung x reader (fluff, smut)

summary: heeseung loves his video games, but he loves you a whole lot more

warnings: fluff, kissing, sex, p in v, riding, oral (f rec.), cockwarming, minor exhibitionism, unprotected sex (don’t), overstimulation, mdni

you stumbled through your front door, feet aching as you dropped your bag on the floor. you glanced around the dark room as you breathed in the familiar scent of your apartment, giddiness filling your chest. 

it had been a tough day–no, a tough week. everything that could have gone wrong, went wrong. you were tired and a bit hungry, and all you wanted was to shower and lay down with heeseung. it was finally friday, which meant you could sleep in and not worry about the next day.

you kicked off your shoes and tossed your jacket to the side. your lips quirked upwards when you heard the sound of heeseung’s laughter from your bedroom and you quietly walked to him, hoping he was finishing a game. 

you pushed open the door and leaned against the door frame, your eyes falling on a familiar figure. heeseung sat in the dimly lit room, fully immersed in the world of gaming. his fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard and his eyes were fixed on the screen as he mumbled into the mic attached to his large headphones. your eyes softened at the sight, warmth flickering in your chest. 

you quietly chuckled and shook your head, walking further into the bedroom. when heeseung played, sometimes, he was completely disconnected from the real world. like now, for example, he hadn’t heard you come in so when you rested your hand on his shoulder, he flinched and screamed. 

“fuck!” he turned his head to you, eyes wide as his fingers stilled. “you scared me.” at your grin, his surprise settled and his eyes softened, a gleam of happiness shining in them. he smiled at you and your heart squeezed at the sight of his soft smile; the way his lips stretched and his cheeks filled. 

you smiled down at him and he paused his game, muting his mic as he slipped off the headset. he turned his chair slightly and brought his hands up to your waist. 

“baby, you’re home.” he looked up at you and you leaned down and pressed your lips against his. he smiled against your lips and the heaviness of the week slowly began to melt away. “welcome home. how was your day?” 

you shook your head and stood straighter. “it was certainly a day.” heeseung frowned at the exhaustion in your eyes and he squeezed your hips once. “i’m gonna go shower. i’ll be back.” 

heeseung nodded and pressed a kiss to your clothed stomach. you ran your hand through his hair once before stepping away. he watched you strip as you walked to the bathroom through the reflection of his computer scream, shaking his head to rid the racing thoughts. 

he picked up the headset and unmuted his mic, rolling his eyes when jay chastised him for just leaving mid-way. instead of answering, he started a new game and immersed himself in the bright colours and characters. 

you slipped into the shower and sighed in relief as the warm water washed all the day’s dirt away. you scrubbed your body and washed your hair, eyes softly shut. you could hear heeseung’s laughter and yelling and it brought you a sense of immense comfort. 

you turn off the shower and grab your towel, wrapping it around yourself. a part of you wonders what would happen if you toss the towel and just walk into your bedroom naked. there’s a need bubbling in your chest and as you slip on one of heeseung’s old shirts, you wonder how long you’d have to wait for heeseung. 

you step out of the bathroom and shake your head, running your fingers through your hair. your eyes land on heeseung’s back and the way his fingers dance across the keys, fast and precise. you bite your bottom lip as you stare at his fingers; long and veiny and skilled. 

you toss the towel to the side and make your way to him, hoping he’d understand the need in your eyes. because your week had been so busy, you hadn’t really seen a lot of your boyfriend. you missed him, and you needed him to hold you. you wanted to fall asleep in his arms and not worry about your alarm. 

heeseung doesn’t notice as you approach him, too busy staring at the screen as he tries and saves riki’s character. “for fucks sake, we’re going to lose,” he mumbles into the mic, eyes fixated on the screen. 

“hee,” you quietly say. you put your hand on his shoulder and the corners of his lips turn upwards at your voice. he side-eyes you and you squeeze his shoulder. “are you almost done?” 

he turns and looks at you for a brief second, smiling widely at your freshly showered face and his gaze drops as he takes you in; standing before him in nothing but his shirt. “almost, baby. you wanna lay down and i’ll join you in a bit?” 

you bit the inside of your cheek and shook your head. “can i just be near you?” 

instantly, heeseung’s eyes soften and his heart breaks a little, wanting nothing more than to scoop you up and lay with you on the bed. he lifts his fingers from the keys and rolls his chair back. he looks up at you with wide, shiny eyes and you smile at him as you straddle him. 

heeseung sighs softly when you put all your body weight on him, your chest pressed against his as your arms circle his neck. he wraps one arm around your lower back and pushes you flush against him, breathing you in. “i missed you today, y/n.” he tries not to pay attention to the way your shirt–his shirt– lifts up and your bare legs and pussy rest on top of his sweatpants. 

you tucked your head in the crook of his neck and shoulder and closed your eyes, contentment filling your chest. you pressed a soft kiss to his neck and smiled when his skin erupted with goosebumps.

“i missed you too, hee.” 

heeseung kissed your forehead before he began playing again, mumbling soft curses to jake and sunghoon who teased him at his softness. you breathed his scent in, love filling your heart as heeseung kept quiet, only mumbling and whispering in the mic, afraid he’ll hurt your ears if he screams. 

as heeseung continued to play, you ran your hands through his hair, playing the hair on the nape of his neck. you kept your eyes shut and pressed an open mouthed kiss to his neck and jaw every time his body tensed in frustration. whenever he didn’t need both of his hands on the keyboard, he kept on on your lower back, drumming his fingers against your skin. 

you open one eye and peak at the time, sighing softly as you shift a bit of your weight. as you moved, your bare pussy rubbed against heeseung’s bulge and you both quietly sighed, your breath hitching. 

heeseung’s quiet ranting came to an end and he squeezed your hip once before he went back to playing his game. you, on the other hand, couldn’t focus on anything but the heat that spread through your body. 

you began kissing heeseung’s neck feverishly, sucking on his skin as he shifted below you, rubbing his hardening dick against your cunt. you pressed your hips down and began grinding down on him, unable to control yourself.

“baby,” heeseung murmured, squeezing his eyes shut as you rubbed yourself against him, your wetness soaking through his sweatpants. he muted his mic as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder, lost in the bliss. you were tired and needy and you wanted him so badly. “i’m almost done, i promise.” he tried not to jerk his hips upwards. 

you removed one of his headphones from his ear and pressed your lips against the shell of his ear, your breath tickling his skin as he stilled. you pussy was wet and you had gotten all your juices on his sweatpants, not a single care in the world. 

“i want you, hee. i need you.” you kissed the skin below his ear and his dick twitched. his fingers slowed and the characters all blurred together at your words. “please.” 

heeseung moved his head back and almost threw his keyboard off the table at the look on your face; your plump, bitten lips and wide eyes. he knew that you had been having a bad week and he wanted to make it all go away, but you just needed to be a little patient. 

you both stared at each other for a few seconds before he moved his head towards you and kissed your lips softly. you tightened your arms around his neck and pressed your hips down on him, trying to keep his lips on you. 

he pulled away and brushed a piece of hair out of your face, kissing your nose softly. “just a little bit more, angel. i can’t leave the game without getting banned so just wait a little, kay?” 

you nodded and he smiled at you. “then, i’ll give you everything you want.” his words were low, raspy as his lips hovered yours. 

“hyung, where are you? we’re literally dying.” you heard sunghoon’s agitated voice through the headphones. 

before he could unmute his mic, you moved your head back and one of your hands trailed from the back of his neck to his throat. you lightly pressed down on his throat as he looked up at you, need burning in your eyes. 

“what is it, baby?”

you swallowed and looked away from him, suddenly a bit shy. heeseung spread his legs further and smirked when your eyes widened at the feeling of his dick pressed flush against your pussy. he had a feeling that he knew what you wanted, but he still wanted you to ask. 

“take your time,” you said. “but can i… can i sit on it?” 

heeseung tilted his head, his mind going numb at the softness of your voice and the dirtiness of your words. he squeezed your hips and moved your hips up and down his legs once before he nodded. this was the least he could give you. 

“go ahead, baby. take it out.” he slightly lifted your legs as you eagerly pushed the waistband of his sweatpants down and pulled his semi-hard dick out of his boxers. he hissed when you wrapped your fingers around him and watched as you guided the tip to your soaking pussy. 

he watched with heated eyes as you lifted yourself off him, letting your slick coat his dick before you lowered yourself on him. you moaned in his ear as he slid in, stretching you out and filling you up. 

“fuck, baby,” heeseung whispered, eyes sewn shut. “you’re sucking me in.” 

you fell into his body as the base of his cock hit your core, taking him completely. the feeling of being stretched felt so good and all you could do was tuck your face into the crook of his neck, biting back a sob. 

he softly kisses your forehead. “try not to make too much noise, okay?” he unmuted his mic when you nodded, smiling when your pussy clenched around his cock. he was often the one to ask you to cockwarm him as he played but this time, it was you who asked. 

“hey guys,” he greeted, quietly. still mindful of his volume. he grinned when all of the other boys started yelling at him, reprimanding him for leaving when he did. 

as heeseung continued to play, you kissed and bit his neck, sucking to soothe his skin. you tried to ignore how wet you were, trying to ignore the mess you were making on him and his chair as you slowly rotated your hips. at the friction, your pussy gushed and heeseung rubbed your back, knuckles turning white as he tried to control himself. 

your entire body was on fire and you needed more. his cock stretched you out well but you needed to feel him everywhere; needed him to fill you up and make you cry. 

slowly, you started moving. lifting your legs a bit, you began fucking yourself on his cock. you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, trying to silence your whines as his long, girthy cock slid in and out of you. 

your head fell back onto his chest and you bit his shoulder, holding onto his neck tightly as you used all your strength to ride him. his cock twitches against your sensitive walls and you almost cry out. one of his hands grips your waist protectively, offering help in any way he can. 

you moved hastily on his lap, and his hold on your waist helps lift you up and down, guiding you closer to your orgasm. his hand goes to your ass and he grips it, moving his hips with you. once he begins fucking into you, you bite his shoulder harder and dig your nails into his skin, trying not to make a sound.  

your thighs begin to shake and your cunt clenches around heeseung’s rock hard cock. he isn’t really paying attention to the game as he fucks his cock into you, loving the sounds your juices as they spilled all over him. 

your breathing in his ear becomes erratic and broken and he knows you’re close. he mutes his mic once again and brushes his lips against your ear. “go ahead and cum, pretty baby. you’re doing so well.” 

his words were enough to push you over and your eyes flutter shut as he thrusts into you, his hips meeting yours forcefully as his tip hits just the right spot. your vision blurs as you moan out his name. your body stills as your pussy starts to uncontrollably flutter around his dick and your cries consist of his name and his soft grunts of praise. 

your release washes over you and you fall against his body, whines leaving your mouth as he continues to slowly thrust into you, making your ride out your orgasm as he cums inside you, filling you up. his cum is warm as it mixes with yours and he throws his head back as you begin to suck on his adam’s apple, eyes teary at the overstimulation. 

“fuck, baby,” he whispers. he continues slowly thrusting into you, ignoring the slight pain in his cock. the need to pump his cum back into you is stronger than anything, and that’s why he unmutes his mic. “sorry guys, i’m leaving.” he doesn't wait for an answer as he leaves the game, ignoring the warning that flashes on screen. 

he throws his headphones across the room and grips your waist tightly, panting into your shoulder as you both catch your breath. after a moment, heeseung lifts his head and grips your chin, making you look at him.

your eyes are watery and your bottom lip is swollen; but you’re so incredibly beautiful to him. he cups your cheek and smashes his lips against yours, dick twitching in your pussy as you grip onto his shirt tightly, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. 

tongues and teeth smash together as the sounds of your lips smacking and juices echo through the room. when heeseung pulls away, a string of spit connects your lips and he instantly presses his lips against yours, licking your bottom lip. 

“your game?” you ask quietly, eyes on his lips. heeseung smiles dumbly at you, the right corner of his lips curving upwards as his round eyes shine with love. 

“how could i focus on my game with your tight pussy clenching around me, baby?” your neck heats at his words and he brushes his nose against yours. “you’re more important than all my games, y/n.” he licks your neck and bites your ear lobe. “all my attention is yours now, baby.”

before you could say anything, heeseung swiftly places his hands under your thighs and lifts you up. you squeal and wrap your arms tightly around his neck and your legs around his waist. his dick is still in your pussy and as he walks to your bed and plops you down on your sapphire sheets. 

his body follows yours until your back is on the bed and his knees are in between yours. you stare up at him with such wide, loving eyes that he can’t help but kiss you. the kiss is sloppy and hungry as he slips his tongue into your mouth and caresses every crevice. you pull him flush against you and moan into his mouth when his cock slides out of your pussy, cum dripping out of your cunt. 

heeseung pulls away and pulls off his shirt, grinning at the way you stare at his toned chest and broad shoulders. he stares at you as he pulls off his sweatpants, licking his lips when he tosses his boxers somewhere across the room. 

you stare at him with intense lust and love in your eyes, arms stretched out as he crawls into them, kissing your forehead. he looks down at you and grabs the edge of your shirt before raising an eyebrow. you nod once and he takes the shirt off, tossing it somewhere behind him. 

he stares at your naked body below him and his cock twitches. he says nothing when your delicate hands wraps around his shaft, squeezing once. “speaking of games,” heeseung leans down, hand on either side of your head. “should we play one? the love game.” your eyes widen in confusion and he grins. 

“i’ll start.” he brings his lips to your eyes and kisses your eyelids. “i love your eyes.” 

you open your eyes and smile brightly at him. “really, hee?” he grins at you, teeth on display as he shrugs. 

“let me play my favourite game.” 

you roll your eyes and bite your tongue, secretly loving this stupid game he had come up with a while ago. you lay there as he kisses your entire face, his soft lips lingering on your cheeks and neck. 

“i love your face.” 

“thanks,” you tease, pinching his nose. “i’m glad.” he smiles against your skin before he lowers his hips and grinds his hips against yours, his dick pressing against your cunt. you whimper at the feeling and he nips your jaw.

his lips trail down until he captures one of your nipples in his mouth. your back arches and you grab his hair, pulling as he sucks and probes your nipple. one of his hands grabs your other nipple and he pinches it, rubbing the bud when you cry out. 

he kisses your breast before he sucks the other nipple, spending the same amount of time just sucking and nibbling. your hands are in his hair and he loves it when you pull the strands a bit harder than usual. 

he releases your nipple with a pop and presses an open mouth kiss to your cleavage before looking up at your hazy expression. “i love your tits.”

your hands are still in his hair as his lips trail down your body and he kisses and licks your stomach. as he gets closer to your core, your body heats up. you try to squeeze your thighs together but he’s holding on to them tightly. 

“i love your body.” 

his nose brushes down your abdomen as he spreads your legs further apart and buries his face in your cunt. you cry out his name and pull at his hair when he licks a harsh stripe of your core, pressing his face closer to your cunt as he licks and sucks new and old juices. 

“hee, hee,” you pant. “please.” you’re not sure what you’re begging for, but heeseung seems to know. of course he does, he knows your body and you better than you do. 

the sounds of slurping and his lips smacking around your clit made your legs shake as his nose pressed so deliciously against you. “i love how you taste.” 

you pull at his hair as he lifts his head, your slick coating the lower half of his face. you stare at him with half-lidded eyes as he licks his lips and coats his ring finger in your juices before licking his fingers clean, staring intently at you. 

you moan at the sight and he simply stares at you as he sensually sucks your slick off his fingers. 

“i love how wet you are, how wet i can make you.” 

“heeseung,” you whisper. it’s too much. he’s too much. your legs feel weak and your sweaty but you need him in you again. 

he smiles at you and he looks like the devil; with his hair all unruly and his eyes wide with lust but a soft precious smile on his sinful lips. he kisses your inner thighs before kissing up your body. when he reaches your collar bones, he bites your neck softly. 

“i said i’d give you everything you wanted.” his lips hover yours and you tilted your head up, trying to capture his lips, but he lifts his head. “so, tell me. what do you want?” 

you sigh and throw your head back on the bed, heaving. your entire body was on fire and your orgasm was on the brink of release. all you needed was him. 

at your wide eyes and pout, heeseung kissed you and gently cupped your cheek. he rubbed your cheek gently before brushing his nose against yours. “tell me, baby. what do you need right now?”

“you,” you whispered. “need you to fuck me again, hee. please.” you sounded so pretty, so polite as you asked him to fuck you. 

heeseung had no choice but to comply. instead of teasing you, knowing you couldn’t handle it, he simply kissed your cheek. “good girl, asking so well.” 

you shut your eyes as he lined himself against your entrance, using your slick to wet his cock. he spread your thighs further apart and watched intently as he pushed his head in, smiling at the way your cunt sucked him in. “i love how well you take me, baby.” 

slowly, he pushed the rest of his dick inside you and whimpered at the feeling of your warm gummy walls clenching around him. “i love how tight you are,” he whispered. 

“fuck,” you breathe quietly as his cock slides so easily into you, filling you up once again. your breathing staggers and you try your best to keep your eyes open. 

heeseung grits his teeth together as his eyebrows furrow. he wants to slam into you, make you cry out, but he wants this to be about you. he tries to steady himself and slowly rocks his hips against yours, loving how soft and warm you feel wrapped around him. 

your whines and moans get louder as heeseung’s pace quickens, unable to help himself. your perked nipples rub against his chest and your eyes water at the sensitivity of it all. 

“you’re filling me up so well, hee.” you ramble, nails digging into his back. “i love it so much.”

heeseung leans his head down and presses his lips harshly against yours, swallowing your moans and breathy words. “i love you so much,” he mumbles against your lips. when he pulls away, both of your lips are wet and swollen. 

he rests his forehead against yours as he slams into you. “listen to how wet you are, baby. you feel so good.” 

“feels good,” you agree, mind hazy with pleasure. the bed shakes from under you as your sticky bodies press against each other. 

“yeah?” he licks the skin beneath your ear. “feels good? like how i fuck you, baby? how my cock stretches you out?” 

you can only nod eagerly, knowing he understands exactly how you’re feeling. and he does, he knows exactly how you’re feeling because he can feel it. the way your pussy is sucking him in, making it harder to slide out, the way your nails are digging into this back. 

he presses his hand on your lower stomach, grinning wickedly as he feels his cock deep within you. at the pressure, you cry out and grip his wrist. you look up at him with watery eyes and he fucks you harder, tearing through your body. 

“so–so close,” you whisper, tasting your climax on your tongue. “hee.” 

heeseung cooes at you and kisses your nose as he pounds into you and your whines turn into sobs as your orgasm washes over you, making your head fuzzy as your legs shake. he continues to fuck you, the squelching sounds only enticing him. 

“that’s it, baby,” he praises you. “cum for me like a good girl.” his voice is in your ear, low and inviting. . 

heeseung prolongs your climax as he fucks you, making you ride it out completely. you can’t handle anymore and you grip onto his shoulders, eyes wide. “cum inside me, hee. please. i need it.” 

at your words, he grunts and smashes your lips together, pounding into you as he reaches his climax. his hips stutter as he releases his cum inside of you. his body is practically covering yours as his warm cum fills you up, once again mixing with yours. “i love you,” he whispers. “i love you, i love you. i love you.” 

he continues to rock his hips against yours as he cums, making sure every last drop is in your pussy. you wrap your arms tightly around his neck as you kiss him, tongues and teeth against the others. 

“i love you,” you mutter against his lips. your foreheads are pressed together and he pants into your mouth, his dick slowly softening inside you. 

“i love you more than all my games.” 

at his words, your eyes shoot open and he grins softly at you, bashful and full of adoration. you stare at him before kissing his cheek. 

“i know.” 

a/n: okay this is my gift to you as i actually disappear for a while because i really do need to study :/

[politicalchange]

mile high club with jack schlossberg.

you’d start off by teasing him. you both had the whole row to yourselves, so might as well make the best of it. he was busy working on his computer, so you slid you hand onto his thigh and worked your way up, making sure to catch notice of his expression while you did.

he cleared his throat and sat up straight before looking around and making sure no one else could see this. he turned towards you and put his hand on top of yours, halting your movements. “we’re on a plain with 200 other people.” he said in a strict tone, but making sure he was quiet.

you just shrugged your shoulders and leaned into him, starting to kiss on his neck and continue to move your hand farther up his thigh, until you reached his bulge in his grey sweatpants, which had already became rock hard. you bit his ear before whispering in his ear, “cmon jack no one’s around. let’s sneak to the bathroom.”

and that’s how you ended up, crowded and cramped, your face smooshed against the small bathroom’s mirror while jack pounded you from behind. you both tried your best to keep quiet, the only sound filling the room was your small whimpers, jack’s heavy breathy, and your ass smacking against his hips.

you tried to push your hands against his hips so he could slow down, not because it hurt but the pleasure felt so good that soon you could tell you were gonna let a moan out. but jack just forcefully pushed your hand away and smacked your ass, leaving a red mark.

he bent down to whisper in your ear, “this is what you wanted right? now your gonna fuckin’ take it.” and all you could do was let out a whimper and form your mouth in the shape of an ‘o’. jack just smirked and went even harder. he enjoyed this, torturing you.

not even a few moments later, there was a knock on the door. jack quickly shoved his hand against your mouth and yelled out, “someone’s in here!”

“i noticed both you and your girlfriend weren’t in your seats .. is everything okay?” it was a flight attendant. you looked at jack through the mirror with wide eyes in fear of being caught. he shook his head at you and mouthed, “shut up.”

“yeah everything’s just fine, i’m pretty sure she’s occupying the other bathroom. she’ll be back in her seat soon.” a dumb lie, but one good enough to give you guys time to finish and quickly go back to your seats. there was silence for a good moment, and tension was building up which made you nervous. but then the flight attendant finally said, “okay sir.” and you heard her footsteps fading away.

jack turned you around to face him and plopped your leg up onto the small sink in the bathroom, quickly slipping himself back in. “she definitely knew.” he was smiling as he said it, almost as if getting caught turned him on.

you just let out a quiet moan and wrapped your arms around his neck, smashing your lips against his. you gripped onto his hair and let your head fall back, your orgasm nearby. “go harder baby i’m almost done.” you said to jack, and he obliged.

“cum for me princess, i know you want to. let me know how good i make you feel. let everyone know how good i make you feel.” he whispered in your ear, and you felt his hot breath and heard his grunts of pleasure, that was just enough to send you over the edge.

you let out a loud moan and snuggled your head into jack’s shoulder to muffle them. you felt him finish moments later, letting out soft moans and groans and wrapping his arms around your waist. “cmon baby we gotta go.” he quickly pulled up his grey sweats and helped clean you up, before handing you your own pants and helping you slide them up your figure.

“your shaking baby.” he laughed before unlocking the door and stepping out before you. he gestured for you to come out after checking the coast was clear and you guys walked over to your seats quietly. the flight attendant soon came through the aisles asking if anyone had trash, and when she reached you two, she just gave a look, collected your trash and walked away.

you and jack just looked at each other and silently laughed. you quickly dozed off after, due to exhaustion.

[darlingsfandom]

hi, em!! how are you?

could we have a ddlg with somno, where cillian is married to reader's mom and he scapes from his bedroom at night to make some company for reader?

Hi honey! I’m alright! Thank you ! You sure can!

TW: ddlg, somo, cheating , step-cest(don’t read it if you don’t like it! Move on!), swearing and not proofread!

It was not secret that you found Cillian attractive but it was wrong! He was your step father for the last six years and you’ve had your fair share of stolen glances but it couldn’t go beyond that.

“Are you alright ?” His voice broke your thoughts as you sat there looking blankly at your computer screen.

“Yeah just college essays … fun times.” You sighed before you felt his hand squeeze your shoulder.

“Yer gonna be just fine sweetheart.” He gave you a smile before a kiss on the head. All the blood in your body rushed to your cheeks and you had to look away from him. Cillian was making his way out of the kitchen to join your mother on the couch for their drama series they watched every Thursday night. You rolled your eyes at that fact because he deserved better, your mother didn’t love him the way needed. Plus you knew she was sneaking around with the guy across the street which was stupid because he looked like a loser compared to Cillian who had a good job, always supported the family, went to your parent teacher conferences as a child, he even scared away your boyfriend but that’s because you told him that he tried to touch you without permission and still tried even when you said no! As far as anyone was worried you were his baby.

Your eyelids felt heavy and since it was after midnight it had made sense. You closed your computer before walking upstairs. Luckily for you the two of them stayed on the main floor and you had the upstairs to yourself. After taking a quick shower, you got into bed and drifted asleep.

Cillian tossed and turned that night as your mother slept peacefully as always. He sighed before walking out of the room in his boxers. It was unusual that he’d go to check on you and make sure you’re okay. He did just that! He walked upstairs, opened your door slowly not to wake you and peeked in.

The moon was seeping through your half opened curtains which was hitting you just right to illuminate your sleeping state. Your mouth was slightly open and your blanket was hardly covering you. Cillian tip toed inside of your room, he wasn’t doing anything wrong just watching his baby girl sleep to make sure she’s okay. He stood at the end of your bed watching you sleep, how your chest would rise and fall and the way you’d turn was all he could focus on.

“So beautiful.” He whispered as he pulled back your blanket. To his surprise you were naked and his eyes went wide. You don’t usually sleep naked but to be fair he’s never really looked either. You were a goddess in his eyes.

“Daddy..” you mumbled in your sleep. Cillian froze in place besides his cock, his cock twitched at the soft word. Did he dare answer ? It had to be a dream! You were sound asleep! Were you actually dreaming about him? He had to know. “Daddy please!” This wasn’t happening he had to walk away now but he couldn’t. Cillian stood there stroking his cock through his boxers watching you.

“Yes daddy! Good girl for you!” You mumbled. Cillian let out a groan as he squeezed his cock hard. How could is precious baby girl be dreaming like that? It could be innocent though. “Harder! Fuck daddy!” Cillian was in shock but he couldn’t handle it anymore. He pulled off his boxers letting out a hiss as the cold air hit his hard leaking cock. Very carefully he crawled into bed with you, his arm gently wrapping around your waist as he laid on his side. This was wrong and he knew it. You weren’t his actual child , you’re in your twenties and he knows your mother is cheating so why can’t he?

You were still sound asleep as he pushed his fingers inside of you which made you squirm a little bit. He watched your face twist a little bit you still didn’t wake up. His fingers slowly twisted in and out of you, your juices coating his fingers was such a good feeling because honestly he’s wanted you for awhile. Cillian pulled his fingers out and licked them clean, he couldn’t wait until he could actually eat your pussy but right now it was about fucking you. He grabbed his cock to line up with your pussy and slid into you with ease.

“Oh daddy, use me! I’m yours.” He froze for a second. Were you actually awake or still dreaming? He waited about twenty seconds before pushing more of his cock into you. No reaction came from you so you still had to be asleep.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight! It’s like you were saving yourself just for me and I hope that’s true.” Cillian spoke quietly as he gave his cock the final push inside of you. He let out a moan , so warm and tight. Cillian waited all but thirty seconds before he slowly started thrusting into you. The fact he was actually fucking you was exciting to him, he’s wanted you for so long. He knows you want him too! He’s seen the stolen glances, how you bite your lip around him or squeeze your thighs. Hell there was the time during family dinner when you dropped your fork and went under the table and touched his knee. He’d never admit it but he’s heard you masturbating crying out his name before , that was an accident but he was glad he heard it because now he can hear those moans as he fucks your sleeping body.

“Fuck.” He huffed out. He wanted to go harder but didn’t want to run the risk of waking you up. Soft moans left your lips as he slowly thrusted into you, your body was limp against his and because he was so worked up it didn’t take long before he found himself cumming in your pussy. He didn’t mean to cum inside of you but you were so soft, warm , wet and clenching him in a way he hasn’t felt in years. Cillian pulled out of you slowly which made you whine but he knew he couldn’t stay the night in your room. Carefully he got up, grabbed his boxers and made his way out of your room but stopped to look at you one more time.

The next morning you woke up feeling a little sore and sticky. You didn’t think much of it , maybe it was a wet dream? You’ve had plenty of those. You shook it off , got dressed and made your way downstairs to find Cillian standing in the kitchen in just his boxers.

“Good morning.” He smiled at you.

“Morning.” You wiped your eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” He handed you a cup so you could put your juice.

“Alright I guess, I woke up all sticky.” You let that slip out. Cillians eyes went big but were busy so he had time to fix his shock.

“Well that’s interesting.” He sipped on his tea.

“Mom around?” You asked.

“No she left for the day already.” He rolled his eyes as you sat down in the chair allowing your thighs to spread and get bigger which made his cock twitch. “So we get the house to ourselves, anything you had planned?” He stood against the counter.

“Just more essays!” You sighed before getting up to walk over by him.

“Well I’ll be here if you need a break or something.” He cleared his throat before you turned on your heel to face him. A smile grew on your face before you leaned in and kissed his cheek. “What was that for?”

“Because I felt like you needed it.” You batted your eyelashes at him making his cock twitch even more. He was fucked.

“Baby?” He started but couldn’t get out what he wanted.

“Yeah?”

“I.. never mind you’ll be alright.” He put down his coffee mug and ran his hands over his face before he seen you standing there with this look on your face. You wrapped your arms around him and pressed your face into his chest.

“As long as I have you I’ll always be alright.” He was in love ! You, a perfect little angel! He knew what he needed and it was you.

[luvneymar]

princess treatment pt.3? with mbappé, richarlison, and erling haaland? :)

# PRINCESS TREATMENT 3! — footballers! (final!)

— SUMMARY: you show off the princess treatment you get from your footballers boyfriends! (part 1) (part 2)

CONTENT: fluff, footballers being simps, light jealousy, sensual themes, just cute stuff overall!

PARINGS: earling haaland x fem!reader, richarlison x fem!reader, oliver giroud x fem!reader

NOTE: someone asked for giroud content so I combined it with this lol! any examples of this do not represent of the body type, race or ethnicity of the reader! tysm for reading! 💕

RICHARLISON DE ANDRADE — dollar bills!

Recently you saw a trend on TikTok where girls would hold their hands out to their boyfriends, friends, brothers or literally anybody to see what they would do.

Richarlison was currently playing video games with his friends on FaceTime but fortunately you placed your camera in the room before he went in & you’ve been recording ever since.

You were holding your phone camera in your hand as discreetly as possible to not alert your boyfriend about the challenge your trying on him. “Baby? are you in here?” You peaked into his gaming room spotting him on his chair as he shouted at Neymar for something in among us.

Hearing your voice his head whipped around and he opened his arms signalling you to come over, you shuffled over giving him a hug as his head was pressed onto your stomach & hands were wrapped around your ass.

Once you both pulled away your challenge had begun as you stuck out your palm standing there with a bright smile, at first he hadn’t noticed anything as he turned back to the computer screen.

Until you were standing there for a good 30 seconds & he spun his head around to look at you quickly before looking back at the screen, he took his hand off the mouse taking your hand flipping it over to the backside of your hand & giving it a kiss.

He turned back to the screen until he realized you were still standing there; cheeky smile on your face palm still stuck out in-front of you, he chuckled as he dug through his pants pulling out his wallet.

“Richarlison? Are you still there?” Neymar called at alerting him that the new round had started.

“Yeah I’m here hold on.” He replied back as he fished through his wallet grabbing a huge stack of cashing & placing it in your hand along with his black card. “Happy?” He asked looking up at your face which was filled with surprise.

You hadn’t expected him to give you this much money let alone any at all as you assumed he’d just take your hand & place it on his private parts. You scoffed happily curling your fingers over the stack. “Definitely, but what will I even do with this much money?”

“Whatever you’d like baby, it’s all yours.” He answered turning his head back to the screen & unmuting himself on face-time. You gave him a quick kiss pulling his face towards you before walking away checking your phone to see if the footage was recorded.

You edited the video a little before posting it captioning it with: “HE’S SO SWEET 😭😭” Seconds later likes, comments & replies came flooding in about how Richarlison was the perfect boyfriend.

OLIVER GIROUD — first class!

“You’re so excited baby have you never flown out of the country?” Oliver chuckled watching you practically fly out of the valet car that was escorting you to the airport tarmac.

Ever since you complained about how you haven’t gone on a vacation in a while that very day Oliver booked your dream vacation paying for unnecessary expenses like tour guides & other things; as-long as it made you happy he thought.

“I have! I’ve never been to the Mal Dives though.” You answered pulling his arm to get him out of the car, you both didn’t need to worry about your luggage since Oliver paid for it to be flown before-hand.

“I’m coming babe hold on, you’re gonna rip my arm off.” Oliver laughed as he stepped out of the car turning his head to look at what you were staring at all starry eyed.

“Look, it’s a private jet. Just for the two of us.” You rambled on about the jet standing in-front of you both, you were used to Oliver spending a fortune on you whether it was cars, jewellery or even 1000 roses but a whole jet was much different.

“I know, do you like it?” He asked as he placed his hands in his pockets leaning back and forth between his heels and his toes. “Are you kidding? Who wouldn’t like this.” You laughed in disbelief.

“I’m glad you like it, c’mon baby let’s board the plane before they leave without us.” Oliver took your hand into his as he directed you towards the plane, you greeted the flight attendant who was waiting for you at the entrance as she guiding you both to your seats.

Once you both were settled in your chairs chatting happily about your upcoming adventures a flight attendant had came around with a cart filled with expensive looking drinks & desserts. “Champagne or Club Soda?” She asked with a smile.

“Champagne please, babe what about you?” You turned to look at your boyfriend who was staring at the window as he unconsciously caressed your knuckles with his thumb, you squeezed your hand bringing his attention back to you.

“Hmm? Oh, I’ll have whatever your having.” He leaned into kiss you on your cheek before turning to stare out the window again continuing to stroke your knuckles, you smiled turning back to the attendant,“2 Champagnes please.”

As the flight attended walked away Oliver noticed that you had a particularly slummed look on your face, you were just jumping around in joy so seeing you down worried him.“Are you okay?”

“Yep! Just thinking of what we’re gonna do when we get there.” You sent your signature “i’m fine” smile his way continuing you tap your feet against the empty seat right in-front of you as you looked back down to face your feet.

“You look worried though.” He let go of your hand using his freed hand to pull your face towards his forcing you to face him, seeing his eyes filled with concern made you sigh before continuing, “Yeah it’s just, how much was this trip?”

His face soften hearing what you we’re concerned about, you both had fight’s about money in the past & about how Oliver spent way to much money on pointless things,“Oh, don’t worry about that baby.”

“I have too, you can’t go broke because you wanna please me. I’ll be fine with whatever you provide.” You admitted in a quiet voice turning your head to face the window across from your aisle. “With my profession I’ll go broke the day you go bald.”

“What if I go Bald tomorrow?” You wanted to laugh at his joke but it was quite hard knowing you really could go bald tomorrow & Oliver could become broke, after all nobody knows what could happen.

“You wouldn’t, what I’m trying to say is. I spend this money to make you smile, whether it’s a large purchase or small it’s for you. In this case; a private jet just for my princess.”

Hearing your boyfriend be so adamant about you spending his money & not thinking of you as a sugar baby or a gold digger relieved you greatly. Yes, you both were dating but you weren’t a mind reader, for all you know he could be planning to kill you.

“Alright then, on that note; I could get used to this. Fast.” You pushed your insecure thoughts to the side as you settled into your seat properly reclining the seat, feeling in all the luxuries to the max. He chuckled at your childishness as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder pulling you in.

“Get used to it baby, you’re stuck with me, my jet & my money forever.”

ERLING HAALAND — giant teddybear!

“I told you not to eat so many sweets before went on the ride, no wonder you almost threw up.” Your boyfriend reminded you as he leaned over helping you walk throughout the winter carnival without collapsing.

Seeing that his good friend Jude had gone recently to the Winter Wonderland you decided it be good for the both of you to go as well, until it wasn’t. It was either Erling was too tall for some of the rides or you chickened out just looking at it.

But seeing as you were low-key being a party pooper for your boyfriend who you basically forced to come to the attraction you decided to go onto the wildest ride there was available; bad, bad idea.

Erling had bought you almost every single foot item you looked at for to long filling your stomach much faster than you’d like, by the 4th taco you ate you were ready to unbutton your pants & burst.

“It was fun wasn’t it though?” You groaned out patting the shoulder of your boyfriend signalling him to slow down as you felt as if you were going to barf, he slowed down waiting for you to gain your composure.

Seeing as you took a little longer than usual he bent down pulling your body on his back giving you a piggyback ride, you on the other hand smirked into his back tucking your legs around his waist. “All apart of my plan.” You muttered into his neck taking in his scent.

“Did you say something?” Erling asked as he begun to walk passing by multiple food-stalls that just the smell of the food made you sick, you wrapped your arms around his neck & placed your head in the crook of his collarbone.

“Nope! Nothing! Don’t worry about it baby.” You whispered into his ear closing your eyes in the process, as Erling walked past multiple stalls you closed your eyes feeling peaceful almost falling asleep till you jolted up after feeling as if you were falling.

As you opened your eyes you looked around seeing that the entrance was just a few miles away, something also caught your eye; a stand with gigantic teddy bears. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” he hummed, waiting for you to say what you needed.

“Can you win that for me before we leave?” You asked him patting his shoulder to get him to slow down so he didn’t walk right by the stand.“Win what?”

“The giant teddy bear.” You slid down his back and turned towards the stall pointing to the humongous teddy bears.

“You’re such a child, fine.” Erling walked towards the stand grabbing a few of the tennis balls on the desk as he backed away throwing them at the targets scoring on each one of them.

The man at the stall handed him a giant pink bear almost the size of you leaving Erling to walk back to you giant big bear in hand stupid grin on his face, you took the bear out of his hand giving it a big squeeze. “Thanks baby.”

“What should I name him?” You asked as you both continued to walked towards the exits hand in hand, hearing that Erling turned to you looking at you weirdly, “You name your teddy bears?”

“Of course! Since you won him for me I’ll name him, Erlie.” You smiled at him squeezing his hand, Erling chuckled at your ridiculous as he bent down to give you a kiss on your forehead.

“You’re too cute, but Erlie is a horrible nickname love. Makes him sound like an old man.”

[siconetribal]

Beyond the Bookshelves (1)

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Warnings: Some swearing, work stress, impossible tasks

Summary: You're a Resource Management Specialist at S.H.I.E.L.D. normally referred to as “The Librarian”. You've been assigned the nightmarish task of digitizing all the physical resources currently owned by the agency, with a few new computers and one extra helper.

A/N: I honestly do not know where this is going and why I even started this. It was an idea that sort of popped into my head while at work. I hope you enjoy it! Please comment/like/reblog. If you'd like to be tagged moving forward, please let me know!

The lovely banners used in this fic are from @cafekitsune.

Papers fluttered to the ground around Loki as stared down at the young woman who ran into him. He cocked an eyebrow as he heard a low hiss of pain come from her gritted teeth. The impact could not have been that painful, but how was he to know? He was minding his own business, walking down the fairly empty hallway reading a book when something had come crashing into him. It was not the first time he had been assaulted, but it was certainly the first time to be tackled in the middle of an empty hallway. Glancing around, he noticed there were a few people lingering about, watching to see what he would do or see what transpired.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going.” Her voice drew his attention back down to the ground to see her on her knees trying to gather the scattered sheets of paper. He slid his right foot back as she reached for one near it.

“You are excused,” he responded in a level tone that held little emotion, if any at all. She looked up at him in wide-eyed shock which had him raise an eyebrow yet again at her. He hesitated for a moment to speak, feeling the eyes on them.

“Is there something else you wish to say?”

“Huh? Oh, no, just surprised to hear you say anything. I’ve never heard you speak before, so I thought that maybe you couldn’t.” She admitted, tapping the bottom edge of the sheets to make the pile more uniform. “You have a nice voice.” She added, carefully inspecting the surrounding area, oblivious to the bewildered look of the prince before her. “Ah-ha!” She grinned, crawling forward and reaching between his feet. Startled by her actions, Loki quickly took a few steps backward, leaving a noticeable shoe print on the paper she had been reaching for. “Thank you, this was the last one I needed.” She smiled at him, though when she saw the print, her lips quickly curled downwards into a noticeable frown. “That’s not good, Fury’s not gonna be happy.” She mumbled, carefully placing the dirtied sheet on the top as she stood up with her sizable stack of folders and binders in her arms. “Well, it was a pleasure speaking to you, Mr. Loki, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day.”

He watched as she casually resumed her walk down the hallway, unperturbed by the fact that she had just walked straight into him, Loki, the monster that had wreaked havoc in the world and destroyed their precious city. The very city they were currently in now. What an odd Midgardian, but I suppose this would be the place to find plenty of odd ones. He turned to look at some spectators and watched them visibly flinch or stumble as they met his gaze, scrambling to leave the vicinity and get away from here, away from him. Opening his book once more, he continued on his way towards his destination.

Just as she had anticipated, Fury was not pleased with the surprise print on one of the report pages. He looked between it and her in silence, sliding the packet across his desk in her direction as he leaned back and turned his chair slightly.

“Mind telling me why you suddenly decided to decorate such a vital report with a shoe?”

“It was an accident, sir. While on my way here, I was reviewing the content and ended up crashing into someone on the way. They unintentionally stepped on the sheet while trying to avoid the others. I didn’t have time to reprint the documents prior to this meeting. I will be submitting a clean copy into the record and have this one shredded.”

“I’ll let it slide this time only. Next time, watch where you’re walking and leave reviewing for when you’re at a desk. Everything looks to be in order, reprint and file it.”

“Thank you sir, I’ll have it done right away.” She bowed her head and picked up the report.

“Don’t let this happen again.” He sternly remarked. “The next time it does, you’ll have to deal with the consequences. Do I make myself clear?”

“Crystal, sir.” Y/N nodded. “The next item for discussion is the transition of all physical resources into digital. I do understand that many have requested that all resources be scanned and made digital, but that task is a lot larger than many realize. Also, not all of our sources are safe to scan due to age or they need to be translated and checked prior to scanning. It is not impossible, but a sizable team would be needed in order to have it completed. I propose that the physical sources we have are properly cataloged and organized so they are easier to be found. We can have them scanned in the process, but again, we run into the issues of needing to translate and verify that the translations are correct.”

“Y/N, just get to the fucking point. Can it be done?” Fury cut her off, looking at her pointedly with his good eye.

“In an ideal situation, yes.” She let out a small sigh.

“And what is an ‘ideal situation’?” 

“A team of at least five agents per letter, several translators for the various languages we have to make sure we have them properly translated, and a warehouse filled with scanners and computers to scan, name, and upload. With such a team and ideal conditions always, it could take about five to ten years to complete.”

“Oh just that?” His voice was dripping with sarcasm, his frown more pronounced than usual. Y/N knew he was not pleased with her answer, but there was no use in trying to make it lighter than it really was. They had an extensive library in house and warehouses of delicate and confidential artifacts, which included tomes and scrolls. She was the head librarian and managed all of this with only a handful of others spread across the various locations.

“Ideally, yes.”

“And if it wasn’t ideal?”

“Depends on what factors are not present, but without those minimum requirements it could take decades.”

“But it can be done.” He flatly responded, sitting forward in his seat and resting his elbows on the desk. “We won’t destroy any of the physical resources, but you’ll have to make do with what you get. We don’t have the luxury of just handing over a slew of agents for this. We need boots on the ground globally to keep an eye out on things out there bigger than us.” A weight suddenly dropped in the pit of her stomach. Though she was not expecting anything close to what she listed as an ideal, there was something in his tone that screamed out that she was going to hear the worst case scenario.

“And what would I get to work with?” She managed to keep her voice steady.

“State-of-the-art technology per library staff member per location and a god.”

Silence fell over them as she stood there, slowly blinking at her superior. This had to be some sort of sick joke. She knew the organization could not give what was needed, but this? This was hardly anything at all.

“I’m sorry, did you just say new computers and a god?”

“That’s what I said.” He nodded his head.

“You must be joking, right? This task would take more than just decades to do, and what does ‘a god’ even mean? A ‘god’ per person or location, or just one god? And what sort of ‘god’ Do you just have deities on demand or something? Are they just going to snap their fingers and things will be done magically? What can they do for me and this lifelong assignment I have now been tasked with?” She paced in front of his desk, muttering to herself on how this could work and what sort of person this ‘god’ was. He cannot be serious, right? But Fury isn’t the type to just say shit or joke around. She turned and looked at her boss. No, not a joker. She frowned.

“Y/N, calm down. We’ve got two Asgardian gods that have a knack for understanding all languages. You don’t need a team of translators when they can do it on the spot just like that.” His sharp tone made her stop and turn to face him. “So that whole crap can be cut, and you can work with one of them to get all this done faster with fewer people and just get to organizing shit. You’re getting what you get, end of discussion. Anything else?”

“No sir,” she sighed and shook her head.

“Good, I’ll get Agent Hill to talk to them and reach out to you. You’re dismissed.”

“Yes sir.” She slightly bowed her head and left the office, her shoulders dropping the moment the door closed behind her. This was not going to be easy.

Tag list: @vbecker10

[discotitsposts]

my little secret

reader x mgg

she/her pronouns used (but you can imagine whatever you want)

reader has a secret tumblr account where she writes fanfiction about her husband

mature themes.

Matthew Gray Gubler walks around his house. Looking for his wife. She was nowhere to be found. He knocks on her office door. He knows she may not hear because sometimes she plays music loudly in her headphones so he opens the door and steps in. He sees her bopping her head to whatever song she may be playing and typing rapidly. He smiles at the sight.

Since the door to the office was behind her, she doesn’t see him creep up behind her. Perfect opportunity for a spooky scare. He’s about to scare her when he notices what she’s doing on her computer.

She’s on Tumblr. Typing up what looks to be a long story? He knows she’s an author but wow. Her fingers move extra fast over the keyboard and he senses inspiration was hitting her over and over.

Then he sees what she’s writing. A few lines stick out to him.

“He slipped his length inside of her slowly.”

“Her dripping heat.”

“She moans out, ‘Spencer’ and grips the blankets.”

She’s writing a smut story on Tumblr with a character named Spencer? Out of the ordinary. He thinks. She’s stopped typing to think for a second. Now or never. He thinks.

“Boo!” He yells and touches her shoulders. She screams so loud and frantically tries to hide what she was writing. She clicks save on the draft and closes the page.

“Whatcha writing.” He smirks knowing full well what she was doing.

“What..N..Nothing.” She stammers and stands up. “I’m gonna get a snack. Want anything.”

Matthew looks at the empty chair and sits down and opens Tumblr to see what she had written.

She screams, “NOO!! Don’t look at that.”

He laughs while going onto her blog. It’s a Spencer Reid fan account. She had revealed little details like her name and favorite music, but hadn’t notified her followers of her marriage to a certain man. She had also written fanfiction about Spencer that was, accurate, in terms of the size of a certain body part.

He clicks on a post with his name in it. It reads, Do you guys think Matthew Gray Gubler brushes his teeth in the shower?

“Hey, that was ONE time!” He says out loud.

She scoffs, “Twice, actually.”

Another one, a photo of his lap zoomed in on the crotch with the caption, “His wife must be happy.”

“She is.” He says out loud. She is absolutely mortified at his findings.

He keeps reading. Spencer, Spencer, Himself, Spencer.

“So you love Spencer more than you love me?” He jokingly pouts.

“Yeah I’m planning on leaving you for Spencer Reid. We’re running away together tonight.” She jokes back.

“I won’t let you!” He dramatically stands up and grabs her. They both hear a loud cry from upstairs.

“Someone’s hungry.” She says and leaves to the kitchen to get her baby’s bottle. Matthew goes upstairs to comfort their daughter. When his wife comes upstairs, the sight is so beautiful it should be framed.

Matthew’s in the rocking chair in the nursery holding his daughter and gently cradling her while she’s fussing. He’s whispering a poem to her. He sees his wife walk in and she hands him the bottle.

“There you go baby, see, you were just hungry sweetie.” He speaks in a voice sweeter than honey. He smiles down at her. When she falls asleep in his arms he brings her back to the crib and lays her down. Meanwhile, his wife puts on a relaxation cd that has lullabies, soft sounds and ocean waves. They exit the room quietly.

“Back to Tumblr I presume.” He smiles. “I thought you were supposed to be working on your next book.”

“I am, it’s just something on the side to keep my skills fresh.” She replies.

“Does the publishing company know about this ‘extracurricular activity’ of yours?” He takes her arm and they walk back to the office together.

“No, like I said it’s just something fun. Testing the waters.” She slips back into her chair and opens Tumblr again.

Matthew comes up right behind her and whispers in her ear. “I’m never letting you live this down.” He runs away but she grabs the water gun on her desk and chases him with it.

the end (they lived happily ever after)

just a silly little story

this man deserves a child i had to include him w a baby

@whoisspence this is one of the fics i was talking abt

[thirstytrashblogger]

Allan x Reader Meetcute Oneshot Adventure

A/N: God gave me the power to write and weed so I’m making stuff. 

Summary: A Allan Adventure redone scene so he can avoid that long-ass day. Really half of this is just the transcript from wiki but I had fun with it. 

Warnings: Mentions of quitting smoking, Smiling Friends shenanigans

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Allan had stepped into the local Office Crap in search of some paper clips. He speaks to an employee with six arms who was stocking shelves to quickly ask where he could find the paper clips. 

Allan: Um, excuse me.

Armzo: [interrupting Allan] Wait, wait, wait, hold on man, I'm do- I'm in the middle of something here.

Allan walks up to Armzo while he continues to stack cans.

Allan: I just need some help.

Armzo: I'm warning you right now dude, keep screwing around and bad shit’s gonna happen, man.

Allan scowls at the rude attitude. 

Allan: You don't need to be rude.

Armzo angrily puts his cans down and walks up to Allan. Tapping his foot impatiently.

Armzo: Ok, what's up man, what do you want, huh? What’s going on, what do you need, man? Don't get nervous now, man, what? Ask your-ask your question, go ahead, what?

The two talk over each other, while the armless manager in the background notices the argument.

Allan: Look, asshole, I'm just wondering if you have any-

Armzo: Asshole?!

Allan: Yeah-

Allan and Armzo: Asshole!

Allan: You-

Armzo: Did you call me an asshole?!

Allan: Yes, I did, because you're being an asshole! Why didn't you help me?

Armzo: Bro, you’re being an asshole! I'm in the middle of something right now!

Allan: Fuck you, don't you work here? I'm just a customer!

Armzo: You walk up to me and you literally just start bugging me with stupid questio-

Allan: I'm not "bugging you", I'm just asking- you- you spider, you ass-

Armzo: What do you need?! Wha-

The manager runs over.

Manager: ARMZO! Who told you to stop stacking with your six arms? He wiggles his arm stubs.

Armzo angrily continues stacking while scowling at Allan.

Allan: Sir, do you know where I can find some paperclips?

Manager: Paperclips? No, sorry. Unfortunately, we're sold out.

Allan: Sold out?

 The manager nods.

Allan: Hmm, is there somewhere else where I can get them?

Manager: Hmm, the only place that might have them is that computer repair shop over in Crimeville.

Just then another critter appeared setting down a large box that was blocking them from view.

Y/N: W-wait, boss, what do you mean sold out? I just hauled in all these crates of paper clips.

Manager: O-oh ya did?

Y/N: Yeah for like the last 2 hours I've just been hauling these crates in. You told me to, remember?

Manager: Oh yeah. I thought that was Billy's job.

Y/N: Billy didn't show up today. Only Armzo and I did and since he has six arms and I don't he got stacking. He always gets stacking. We knew we were getting a big shipment today after that last guy bought the whole stock. Look at all these crates. That’s all metal in there. Look at how short I am. I could’ve used some help.

Manager: Uh huh. Look, y/n I really don't want to get into this right now. We have a customer.

Y/n looks to see Allan turn slightly revealing his presence. They mistook him for a load bearing pole painted red. 

Y/N: Oh, didn't see you there, man. My apologies.

Allen: Um yeah. I just needed some paper clips.

Y/N: Oh yeah yeah isle 7. Just over here. 

Manager: And Armzo, if you screw up again you're going BACK TO THE PSYCH WARD!!!!

Armzo starts quickly stacking cans in fear, the manager walks away before he turns back to a smiling Allan

Armzo: Thanks, man. Thanks for getting me in trouble, two armed piece of shit.

Allan: Sure thing. Hey goodbye spider. Goodbye. Keep stacking, keep stacking. Bye bye. Bye. Goodbye.

Armzo: [at the same time] Goodbye! Bye! Bye bye! Bye bye! Bye bye! I will, I will! Bye bye!

Armzo flips off Allan with three of his arms as he leaves to follow Y/N to the paper clip aisle. 

Armzo: Get outta here man.

One of the cans fall on Armzo's head

Armzo: WOAH-

All of the cans fall on and bury Armzo.

Y/n began leading Allen to isle 7.

Y/N: Look, man I'm real sorry about my outburst back there.

Allan: Oh, it's cool.

Y/N: Like I've just had a really rough morning but I'm trying to not project that onto people. You don't need to know about all that. Anyway, here's the paper clips.

Allan: No, I don't. Thanks for the paper clips though

Y/N: Yeah man. I can ring you up when you're ready

They turned to go to the register.

“Hey” said Allen getting y/n's attention. Now walking to the register with them, paper clips secured.

Y/N: Yeah?

Allan: (he looks to read their nametag) Y/N, you were much more helpful than that other guy with the arms. 

Y/N: Oh thanks, dude. Don't worry about Armzo, he's just been super irritable since the psych ward made him quit smoking. Called me a %$^#%$&@#&$^^$@^#^$@(!^&#%@@% yesterday so i put a dead fish in his locker. Anyway, that'll be $4.39, sir.

As Allan handed them the money their hands brushed a second longer than needed. 

Y/N: And 61 cents is your change. Would you like your receipt?

Allan: Sure.

Their hands brushed again as Allan was handed his receipt and his change. Static shocking them both.

Y/N: Have a nice day, sir.  

They waved off with a smile.

Allan: Yeah. You too. I guess I'll see you around.

Y/N: See ya around.

With that, Allen turned to leave with his paper clips. Upon closer inspection of the receipt, allen noticed y/n had written down their number.

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Meanwhile in Crimeville, DJ Spit waited outside of the computer repair shop for Allen to walk out with the paper clips. After waiting a while he called up the landlord who hired him.

DJ Spit: (on the phone) Hey man, I don’t think this foo is coming, holmes. 

Landlord: WHAAAT?? But he should’ve been there by Now!!!!?

DJ Spit: Uhhh yeah man, no I don’t see him nowhere around. It’s already been like a couple hours. 

Landlord: OH Woah is me! Now who will I get who is cool enough to HANG out with me and smoke weed and fill out bellies with DIET soda and play Burnout Revenge for the PS2?!

DJ Spit: you got weed man? That’s cool I remeber playing PS2 with my primos after school. 

Landlord: Hey Dj Spit, Would you like to HANG out with me and smoke weed and fill out bellies with DIET soda and play Burnout Revenge for the PS2?!

DJ Spit: Would I still get paid, man? 

Landlord: Oh ABSOLUTELY!

DJ Spit: Oh fuck yeah man, I’ll be right over. My soundcloud about to pop the fuck off with this one. Hey ya want me to bring like beers or anything while I’m out. 

Landlord: No it’s cool. I’ve got the DIET soda. I just have to make a quick call to cancel the other stuff. I might still be able to get my DEPOSIT back. I guess what I really needed wasn’t a smiling friend but a friend who would make me smile. 

DJ Spit: Uh cool, so I’ll see you in like 15. 

Landlord: HEHEHEHe cool. See you in 15, PAL!

End

[tvl1pz]

YØU CAN BE THE BØSS

im bored sooo…

story: ellie is your boss at a very high rate company, your just her secretary.. or are you?

warning: curs!ng, alcohol, s3xual activ!ty.

short yet lusting story 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

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she saw you enter, 10 minutes late, how typical.

“your late!” she yelled out, so then you could notice her.

you turned your head and sighed. “i’m sorry, there was a bunch of traffic, i s—“ she interrupted “ “i swear, i promise blah blah” whatever” she then got up from her seat and muttered harshly,

“don’t be late again.” she growled, you just stared and ignored her while you walked away. she then sat back down and looked at your legs walk away, how beautiful but yet so irritating you were.

- 2 hours later

your finger tips were tapping on the keyboard of the computer, you were focused, as ellie stared at you from across the room, through her glass in her office.

you then jumped as your alarm went off for a lunch break. you then got up and went over to ellies office.

you knocked and she got out of her trance, you then sighed. “can i clock out for 30 minutes, i’m gonna go get something to eat down the street.”

she then stared at you and nodded, she hummed in agreement. “go ahead.”

- 6 hours later

it was late, around 8pm, you were almost off of work and just needed to add some more files. you then finished up and looked at the time and got up.

as you had your belongings and was about to walk towards the elevator, ellie had also been leaving and she had stepped inside the elevator with you. you then just stood there awkwardly, next to eachother, she then spoke,

“you gonna press the button?” you then nodded and looked over and pressed the button. “thanks.” you responded, as in “thanks for reminding me.”

it was so silent, you could only hear ellies heavy breathing, she was staring at you, checking you out.

she looked at those curves, your round rear, straight up perfection.

you then heard the sound of the elevator doors adjusting and opening and you walked out as ellie did too.

you then felt a tap on your shoulder, ellie mumbled in her raspy voice, “hey, listen, i know i’m your boss.. but do you wanna get a drink?” she sounded considerate.

- 1 hour later

and there you were, laughing and blushing with ellie williams, your boss, someone who you should despise. you giggled as ellie said a joke, and ellie just stared at you. she confidently spoke up.

“you’re really gorgeous, y/n..”

you smiled and blushed. “it’s probably just the.. alcohol.” you mumbled out.

“no, its not.. even without alcohol, you’re so beautiful. so, so, pretty.” ellie whispered, and you.. you were flushed.

you then just giggled softly, as your cheeks were rosy red. “uhm.. thank you..”

ellie had then payed for the drinks, and took you home. you smiled as you walked to your door, and you took out your keys and they dropped. ellie was still there, watching from afar.

you bent over, and got your keys and unlocked the door, but someone put their hands on your waist.

you got turned around and kissed, by ellie. you moaned. still so drunk but yet well aware.

you guys were swirling tounges, as you were pushed into your home, slammed door and heading up the stairs.

you were at the bottom of ellie, she was touching all over you like shes been craving for this to happen for the longest time. she kissed you passionately as she mumbled, “mm.. baby, you taste so good..”

she then went down your neck, as she then ripped off your shirt, as she could’ve just unbuttoned it.

you then felt her hands go underneath your skirt, taking off that underwear as she kissed down your chest, you moaned softly.

as your underwear got yanked off, ellie undid your skirt as well.. she was so quick with it. to be honset, it was more attractive.

she then went down to your wet pussy, as she just stared at you. she then looked at it and gave it a little kiss. you jerked a bit, as she smirked, liking how sensitive you are.

she then gave it a lick, then slid her tounge into your wet hole, as you moaned out how good it felt. you could probably come right now.

“mm.. ellie, mhm..” you whined.

she then responded as she took her tounge out and have your beautiful pussy kisses. “yes, baby..?”

you whimpered, as you moaned softly. “feels ‘s good, els.. ohh..”

ellie then slid her tounge in your tight clenching hole again, sucking the wetness off you. she went in a fast pace, as she was grunting. “pussy taste so good, babes.. mhm..”

you gripped on the sheets, as you moaned out. “mm.. ‘m so close, so close..” you huffed out, as you breathed heavily.

ellie then giggled, at you being all worked up already. “already, babes? mm.. better be.”

you then gasped and moaned out, as you raised your head. “oh god, ellie.. mm.. oh, yes, daddy..”

ellie didn’t mind the word daddy, she infact loved it. just a bit suprised. “mm, yeah baby.. come for daddy, c’mon.”

and, you did. white substance dripping on her tounge. she then licked it all up. “mm.. best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” she then snarked. “come here, baby.” she then leaned in and gave you a kiss, letting you taste yourself.

you kissed back, as she then let go. you then sighed as you smiled up at ellie. “does this mean i get a raise?” you giggled softly.

ellie then chuckled, as she nodded “i will, i guess.. let me clean you up, now.”

(just wanted to finish the story, because i forgot about it.)

[minnillea]

ON THIN ICE (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

I’m saddened by the lack of Keegan content, so I’m doing this even tho I’ve never written anything like this before.😩 Might write more later or whatever. English is not my first language + not really proofread, so easy there. (Roughly 4k words)

CW: MDNI!, NSFW, dom Keegan, sub fem reader, pure filth, spanking, choking, degradation, praise if you squint, edging, fingering, bj, raw, tons of pet names, hair tugging, creampie, power dynamics, dubcon, mentions of exhibitionism, rouuughhhhhhh, you really piss him off, and aftercare <3

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You followed Keegan through the halls because you were assigned to pair up with him for a mission taking place in a couple of days, and he was going to tell you all the details you needed to know.

You trailed behind him, moving a little faster to keep up with his long strides, before finally speaking. “Don’t tell me you plan on filling out some reports first? I’ll get so bored just watching you do that,” you said with a pout, already frustrated because of how little time for yourself you’ve had in the last couple of weeks.

“What’s that?” he said in a teasing tone without even caring to look back. “I won’t let you out of my sight because you’ll get lost, and it’s gonna be a pain in the ass to find you again. But if you really need to keep yourself busy, I can make you run laps in the freezing cold,” he replied in a harsh, cold tone as he halted beside a door before turning, his piercing eyes staring down directly at you.

You grimaced as you avoided his gaze. “No, I’m good, sir.”

You couldn't help but think about how the black war paint around his eyes made them stand out even more and how his stare made you feel weak in the knees.

“That's what I thought,” earning a soft chuckle from him, he opened the door and signaled with his hand for you to step in. “And yeah... there’s gonna be a lot of stuff to fill in, so you better behave, kid,” he said in his husky voice, waiting for you to move.

You eyed him up and down after his comment, with your lips slightly parted in surprise before you regained your composure and stepped in. “Alright, Sarge,” you said in an unenthusiastic tone, trying to keep your mind out of the gutter.

He gave you a sultry look as his eyes ran over your body before rolling his eyes with a sigh as he followed behind you. “Don’t worry, I’ll make it quick,” he sat down and pulled out some papers, starting to type on a computer.

You looked around for a bit before sitting on a nearby office chair and swiveling around.

His icy eyes darted towards you for a second before he kept working. (God, this is torture…)

“What are you, like… 10 years old?” he said, shaking his head slightly while typing.

You decided to ignore him as you took a paper ball from a nearby desk and started playing with it until you thought it would be a good idea to throw it at him. Keegan was a very reserved individual, so you loved to try and get reactions out of him. You craved his attention in a way.

Keegan swatted the ball away with a hand as he looked down at some files.

“Don’t you dare drop that ball again, or else there’ll be consequences,” he said in an intimidating low tone as he sent you a sharp glare before typing in the rest of the data.

You tensed up under his gaze, but your stupidity had no limits today, and you looked down at the ball on the floor and bent over to pick it up in a teasing way as you turned your head to look at him discreetly.

“You are walking on thin ice, darling, don’t test me,” he sneered sharply as he glowered at you, crossing his arms. Keegan was in no mood for any games and your silly antics today.

You weren’t sure if you should keep pushing him, but you did anyway. You proceeded to throw the ball on his desk. “Oops, it slipped,” you said in a mocking way, finally making him snap.

“Ohh, so that's how is it going to be?” He said in a stern but playful tone as he cocked a brow. “I’ve had it with you. Come over here, quick.”

You cautiously walked and stopped in front of the desk. He stood up quickly and stared you down, towering over your small frame as a wave of anxiety hit you. (Oh, I guess I really did strike a nerve this time.)

“What did I tell you?” He leaned against the desk with his arms folded.

“Uh, not to throw the ball again?” You said softly, feeling your heart pounding in your chest.

“And what did you just do?” he asked, tilting his head to the side as his cold eyes remained fixated on you.

You felt your cheeks burn at how close he was but still attempted to pathetically save face.

“But it slipped….”

“Sure thing, sweetheart.” His eyes trailed all over your body before he broke the silence.

“Kneel.”

Keegan’s tone got serious all of a sudden, as he looked down your body slowly before his eyes locked with yours.

“Now, don’t make me say it again.”

You looked at him with big eyes, your lips parting slightly in surprise before dropping on your knees immediately.

He chuckled deeply at the sight. “You really need to know your place…you know what to do next; make good use of that mouth of yours”.

You couldn’t believe what just came out of his mouth as you quickly felt your core ache and pressed your thighs together. You fidgeted with his belt shyly before throwing it to the side and looking at him coyly. You exhaled slowly as you let his length spring out.

“I'm waiting,” he said, tilting his head again with a husky voice as his hands went to his sides, gripping the edges of the desk as he leaned on it while still maintaining eye contact with you. He looked down at you in a condescending way.

You wrapped a hand around his base as your other hand held onto his thigh. You slowly licked the tip before starting to suck it and let your tongue roam around it, too embarrassed to keep your eyes open. He sighed, feeling the wetness of your lips.

“Eyes on me, princess,” he commanded as he moved a hand behind your head to tug at your hair slightly.

You let out a little whine and locked eyes with him as he pushed your head into him, making you feel overwhelmed.

“Aww what’s wrong? Don’t tell me you wanna back out already?” he said in a fake kind tone.

You gagged slightly for a bit before trying to accommodate him better as he exhaled softly, still holding onto your hair firmly. You swirled your tongue around him as you dug your nails into his thigh, making him hiss softly. You looked right at him as you started bobbing your head up and down, trying to take in as much as you could.

“Damn, who would’ve thought you were like this?” He said with heavy lids, watching as tears formed in your pretty eyes. He then pushed you further again, tearing more muffled whines out of you.

“I’m not going easy on you.” He smirked under his mask as his other hand wrapped around your neck with a tight squeeze, making you groan.

“I need to show you who’s in charge here. I could make you stay like this the entire day, and anyone could just walk in at any moment to see how much of a slut you are.” He spoke in a threatening tone as he kept fucking your face relentlessly.

Your eyes widened as you let out a muffled gasp.

“Now don’t give me that look; you brought this upon yourself after all. I’ve been too lenient with you. Fuck…” Keegan let out a low groan, and let himself get lost for a moment, before pulling himself together. He squeezed your throat tighter, feeling himself in it and making you yelp as you tapped on his thigh, signaling to him that you needed to breathe.

“Oh, you need some air sweet thing?” Keegan let you have barely any time to breathe, before tightening his grip on your hair and ramming you into him again, earning a moan from you.

“No one said you were getting it easy on any of this, princess.”

You kept your watery eyes locked on him as his breathing became heavier.

Eventually, as little whines filled up the room he chuckled and patted your head before letting your neck go. “You better think twice before defying my orders, understood?” he said in a softer but stern tone.

You pulled back with a pop, gasping for air, before replying softly. “Yes, sir.”

He rubbed his thumb over your cheek.

“Good girl.” Keegan smirked at you as he pulled you in again, his grip on your hair still there but a little looser this time.

He kept you like this for a while as you did your best to please him, tears rolling down your cheeks as your hand pumped what couldn’t fit.

You noticed his breathing getting more elaborated as your throat squeezed him tightly and you pressed your tongue flat, below his length. Tightening your grip around his base, you looked up at him as he threw his head back with a breathy grunt.

“Just like that…” he groaned, gritting his teeth before looking back at you and painting your throat white.

Your eyes widened as you swallowed most of it, with only a little stream making its way down the corner of your mouth. “Mmm…” you hungrily cleaned him off with your tongue and pulled back to rub your thumb over the remains dripping off your face before sucking it lewdly while your eyes met his.

“Careful with your actions, love,” he warned, taking a hold of your face and looking down at you before speaking again shortly. “Such a naughty little thing...”he grinned under his mask, swiping your tears away with a gloved thumb before fixing himself up and putting some documents away.

You slowly stood up as he was facing away before you heard his voice again.

“Did I say you could stand up, doll?” he said mockingly as he rummaged through papers and closed the file cabinet.

You froze in place not knowing what to say.

He chuckled as he turned his head to look back at you. “Oh, I’m not done with you yet, kid; you’ve been having your way for weeks now and seriously think you’ll get away that easily?”

“Am I still in trouble?” You asked meekly.

“You’re goddamn right about that, you are.” Keegan spoke in a firm tone as he saw the look of nervousness and excitement in your face.

“Alright, come on. Follow me.” He gestured with his hand for you to come before turning around and walking away, leaving you with little choice. He had orders for you, and you better follow them.

You followed him, feeling all kinds of emotions as your thoughts raced.

Keegan walked out of the room, going down some stairs and walking through some corridors.

He held a door open with a heartless expression as you stepped in, and then he followed, slamming it shut.

He saw you taking a moment to look around the small, dimly lit room before his hoarse voice caught your attention.

“We don’t have much time. So, I advise you not to piss me off further, because you don’t wanna know what’ll happen then. Now come here and bend over, princess” he patted the desk, gesturing for you to come over, as he spoke in a cold tone while staring at you dead in the eye, both of his hands flat on the desk as he leaned forward over it.

You looked around nervously before bending over the cold metal desk he was putting his weight on.

“Attagirl...” Keegan smirked as he walked behind you, the sound of his shoes tapping echoing through the silent room.

He kept his gaze fixed on you as he placed both of his hands on your waist, holding you still.

You turned your head back, to look at him with big round eyes.

He rubbed his thumbs on your hips, and smirked.

“You really pushed it this time,” he sighed, speaking in a low whisper.

He suddenly pulled your pants down in a swift motion before applying more pressure, so you’d stay in that position. He pulled his belt out with a rattle, folding it in half and gripping it tightly before he spoke in a more serious tone once again.

“This is going to hurt.”

You yelped softly as you felt the chilly air hit your hind, your body tensing up as you were still looking at him with pleading eyes.

“Ah ah ah, eyes up front, gorgeous. There’s no turning back now.” One of his hands snaked up your back to hold onto your neck and push your face down against the cold metal table firmly.

You let out a little whine in anticipation as you felt arousal yet fear for what was about to happen.

Keegan smirked at you, knowing that you wouldn’t enjoy what was about to come to you, as he finally struck you with his belt, making you gasp. The sound of the belt hitting you filled the room as you flinched.

“You asked for it, princess.”

Keegan hit you once again, and again, not planning to stop anytime soon.

You whined and squirmed under him as Keegan kept striking you with the belt and smirked at you once again.

“Keep making more noises like that, and it won’t stop.”

He gave you another hit with the belt, which was stronger than the others.

You moaned loudly as your eyes shut tightly. “Hmm!”

“Asking for more?” He spoke in a rather cruel tone with a raised brow.

Another hit with the belt was given to you, making you tremble and bite your lip.

“Hah! I’m s-sorry Sergeant! I won’t do it again!” You wailed out.

“Don't you dare lie to me. I know your games, and you'll do it again unless I teach you a lesson,” he said with venom-laced words. Keegan squeezed your throat tighter as he hit your ass again making you feel the stinging pain every time before it was replaced by a warm feeling. He made sure not to follow a pattern at all to keep you wondering when he was striking you again and for how long.

Your eyes welled up with tears as your knuckles turned white from how hard you were clenching your fists, and you whimpered pathetically before feeling the pool of arousal below you grow larger. How your breasts were getting squished against the desk didn’t help your situation at all, so you resorted to pressing your thighs together to alleviate the aching need you felt.

He took notice of what you did and harshly kicked your legs apart with his.

“You are getting off of this? Look at you, all hot and bothered like a bitch in heat.” he spat as he shook his head slightly with a smirk.

He then paused for a few seconds longer than usual, as you could think it was over.

Keegan caressed your red ass softly, admiring the markings on it and making you shriver.

But he then hit you again, as he chuckled while you writhed before speaking in a dark tone.

“You’re gonna feel this until you remember what happens if you misbehave.”

After a couple of agonizing strikes his deep voice drew your attention.

“Get comfortable…” he whispered, his breath getting hotter as he gave you a smug look. He turned you around, so your back was against the table and restrained your hands with the belt. He then leaned closer over you, in between your spread legs.

“Mmm?!” You looked at him with wide eyes and flushed cheeks as he briskly yanked off his glove and stuffed it in your mouth to shush you.

“Don’t tell me you enjoy this.” He suspired, holding onto your waist with a gloved hand as the other one pushed your soaked underwear to the side and collected some of the overflowing slick. “What am I going to do with you?” He teased as he pushed two long fingers into your tight cunt, making you moan in pleasure.

His eyes narrowed, studying your expression as he moved his hand, curling his fingers upwards and rubbing his thumb on your clit slowly.

You moaned and squirmed, welcoming his touch as he added another finger and pumped slowly in and out of you. “You are such a troublemaker you know that?” He pressed on your swollen clit as his eyes slowly trailed all over your body.

He kept you like this until he realized you were about to cum, making him pull out immediately as you whined frustrated.

“Aww, you are so naive, doll.” Keegan spoke in a cruel tone as he tilted his head, seeing your frustration and excitement displayed on your pretty face.

You let out a muffled whine as you pleaded, afraid of him leaving you like this.

“What was that? I can’t understand you, sweetie. What are you saying?” He spoke in a condescending tone before briefly lifting his mask and licking your arousal off his fingers with a soft groan.

You kept whining and squirming with your restrained hands, desperate for him as a result of his teasing.

He chuckled before taking the glove out of your mouth. “Speak.” He demanded dryly as he looked down at you coldly.

“Please s-sir let me cum..” you whispered as you panted.

“Sorry, but you’re at my mercy now…” he said in a firm, raspy voice as he slowly graced your sensitive clit with his thumb, causing you to let a mewl out, before he gagged you with the glove once again.

He kept tantalizing you for a while with devilish eyes as you whined and pleaded in frustration. Leaving you at the edge over and over again, he wouldn’t let you have it. Suddenly, some knocking made your eyes dart to the door.

Keegan’s eyes lit up with mischief as he quickly pulled his cock out before aligning himself with you and sliding his tip between your folds.

“Shh shh...” he said in a quick whisper as he held onto your waist with his free hand, not caring about the situation at all.

You went completely silent as your lips parted in surprise and your eyes locked on his.

“Uh, is everything okay in there?”a voice came from the door.

“Just some discipline, nothing you need to worry about.” Keegan replied harshly before he abruptly pushed himself into you, making you let a choked moan out.

“Now, unless you want to see what’s going on in here for yourself. I’d recommend for you to walk off.” He said in a threatening tone as he pulled his mask up slightly, revealing some stubble and catching your attention. He proceeded to bite on your neck softly while his other hand made its way below your shirt and rubbed circles on your stomach before dragging it up and meeting your breasts.

“Alright, chill man.” The man behind the door left feeling amused yet confused at what he just heard.

Keegan smirked as he took the wet glove out of your mouth, and then looked at you in the eye.

“I see you are quite loud...” He said teasingly, leaning into you with a breathy grunt as he gave your breast a soft squeeze.

You moaned and arched your back in pleasure as you felt him stretch you.

He felt like he had no room to move at all as he toyed with your hard nipples.

“Goddamn…” He sighed as he started to slowly pick up the pace and pressed his lips on yours, kissing you passionately as his hands roamed your body.

“You have no clue how much I’ve been wanting to do this…” He then kissed you again, harder and deeper than before, as he caressed your body.

You let him take you as you moaned into him, not being able to think straight anymore as you felt his tip bullying your cervix.

His breathing was getting louder as he kept thrusting into you harshly. The lewd sounds of squelching and slapping accompanied with your sweet moans filled up the room.

You wrapped your legs around his waist tightly as he placed his hands besides your head and started a merciless pace.

You breathed shallowly and rolled your eyes back in ecstasy, feeling him hit all the right spots.

“Fuck…I love the sounds you make.” He said with a soft groan, stretching your gummy walls as you melted under him.

“Oh m-my hah! Mhmmm! Ahh! Pleaseeee-” You mumbled incoherences as he looked at you with those beautiful eyes of his, the black smudge around them only making his gaze more intoxicating.

“You are taking me so well, darling.” He said exhaling softly before kissing your lips down to your jaw and neck.

Keegan’s brows furrowed in pure pleasure as heat coursed through his body and he sucked on your neck hungrily.

You were reduced to a whimpering and quivering mess as he roughly moved against your little body, but you loved every second of it.

He continued ravaging you as one of his hands made its way to pinch and rub on your clit, making you wail. You felt like you were about to snap again as your walls tightened even more around him.

“You got quite the grip in there huh?” He chuckled before clenching his jaw at the feeling of you squeezing him tightly. His thrusts were getting sloppier as he felt his high near.

You kept your gaze on him with glossy eyes as a symphony of moans and whimpers left your lips, and you came trembling under him, pushing him over the edge and making him grunt deeply as thick strings of cum spurted inside you.

“Fuck….” He said breathily as he rode his high with a couple of thrusts before letting himself collapse on top of you, making sure to put most of his weight on his hands. He nuzzled his face against your neck before planting a kiss on your forehead and levering himself over your body to look at you with calm eyes.

You panted and quivered, feeling so full of him as you took a look into those eyes that had you captured.

He pulled himself back and out of you, making you feel empty and needy as you whimpered softly.

“Look at you….” He said in a husky voice as he admired the mess he’s made of you, leaning in with his hands gripping the edges of the desk.

He pushed the overflowing cum back in with his fingers and put your panties back in place before freeing your hands. He turned with his back facing you to look around as he fixed himself up while you tried to sit up in your sore ass.

He saw you move slightly in the corner of his eye, so he picked up your pants from the floor and came over to take you in his arms. You were quick to wrap your legs and arms around him.

“Hey, lay down for a bit, sweetheart. Are you okay?” He asked in a caring tone as he ran a hand through your hair as the other one patted your back. Your pants were hanging around his arm as he set them down on the table.

You were catching your breath but giggled with a nod as you clung onto him.

Keegan smiled as he held you close, his chest rising and falling as you breathed in his scent. His breathing relaxed you as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“You are adorable.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down mindfully on the desk, spreading your folded legs at his sides so your behind didn’t touch anything, and proceeding to litter soft kisses all over the love bites on your neck.

He kept a grip on your waist as a hand came up to caress your cheek, and his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss. The heat between you two was intense; your bodies pressed together tightly as he kissed you deeply.

Keegan pulled away and held you close to his chest in a warm embrace, his eyes closing as he let out a deep breath.

He let you rest as much as you needed while caressing your hair and rubbing circles on your waist before it was time to leave.

Your eyes locked onto his; he had such a loving gaze.

He pulled his balaclava down after giving you a kiss on the nose.

“Are you gonna behave now?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head with a tone as playful as the look he was giving you.

[toppersjeep]

Time Moves- Daniel Ricciardo X Reader

Masterlist

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: You had a crush on Daniel for years. But you knew your father Christian would never let you be with him. Especially after he left Red Bull. But now he’s back and all those old feelings come back. Daniel is also jealous of your new relationship with a certain driver.

(Warnings: Age gap, swearing)

Your POV

“Y/N did you hear Danny might be coming back” Max said. “Good for him I guess” I said reading over some paper work. “I know you care about him” Max said. “No not like that anymore” I said. “He’s your best friend though” Max said.

“Was Max” I said. “Well when you aren’t grumpy he’s downstairs” Max said walking away. I then followed Max downstairs. To my surprise Daniel was talking to my father about something.

“Ah there she is” Dad said. “What’s up” I said. “Ricciardo is back he’s gonna be our third driver” Dad said. “That’s awesome” I said. “I thought you’d be happier than that” Max said. “Yeah just tired you know” I said. “It’s good to see you it’s been too long” Daniel said hugging me.

“Yeah it has” I said. There it was those feelings again. The butterflies as soon as he hugged me. “I missed you” he whispered in my ear. I stepped out of the hug. “So is he staying permanently” I said. “Yeah I think so at least” Daniel said smiling.

There’s that beautiful smile. God I love that smile.

“He is” Dad said. “Well that’s good news” I said. “Yeah it is” Max said. After catching up I went outside and sat at one of the tables and typed up some reports for Red Bull. Daniel then walked out and sat across from me.

“How long do you plan on being weird around me” Daniel said. “I’m not the one who ended things” I said. “You know why I did” Daniel said. “I don’t wanna hear the silly excuses of an age gap” I said. “It’s not just that.. you know your father” Daniel said.

“Whatever I don’t care do you need something” I said. “I just wanted to talk to you” Daniel said. “I don’t want to talk to you” I said. “I’m sorry I ended things” Daniel said. “I’m only 25 Daniel it’s not that big of a difference” I said.

“But it was to me and how people would’ve looked at it” he said. “You think I give a shit about what people think” I said. “You may not but I do” Daniel said. “Whatever Daniel” I said. Someone then came up behind me and kissed my cheek.

“Hi chéri what are you working on” Charles said. “Boring reports hi” I said kissing him. “You should come hang out with me” Charles said. “How was the meeting” I said he sat beside me. “I think it went well” he said putting a hand on my leg.

“Good” I said. “Hey Daniel heard your back at Red Bull” Charles said. “Yeah I am” Daniel said. “He’s gonna be the reserve driver” I said. “That’s nice welcome back” Charles said smiling. “So how longs this been going on” Daniel said.

“What” I said. “Oh me and Y/N” Charles said. “Yeah so how long have you two been sleeping together” Daniel said. “That’s not right” I said. “Daniel what’s the problem I know you two had a past but” Charles said. “What I do doesn’t concern you” I said.

“So Christian approves of Charles huh” Daniel said. “Daniel things change” I said. “He said before he didn’t want you dating on the grid” Daniel said. “He changed his mind after Charles” I said. “I asked him permission to ask her out” Charles said.

“… of course” Daniel said. “You broke up with me so” I said. “Because I you know what you two enjoy each other” Daniel said leaving. “Well that was lovely” Charles said.

“That’s how he is” I said. “His loss” Charles said kissing my forehead. “Yeah” I said. “What’s wrong” Charles said. “I don’t know.. I just feel awful” I said. “Because he’s upset he broke up with you” Charles said. “Yeah” I said.

“Why don’t you come see me for a bit” Charles said shutting my computer. “Char baby I have work to do” I said. “It’s quiet in my drivers room” he said taking my laptop. “That’s not funny” I said. “Well then if you want your computer come with me” Charles said I followed him.

It was time for the race and I sat by the computers. Daniel was near the wall. But he then came over to sit beside me.

“Nice” he said. “What’s the problem now” I whispered. “You run back over here after hooking up with Charles” Daniel said. “What I do with my boyfriend isn’t your concern” I said. “It is when you run back over here with messy hair.. and marks on your lower neck” Daniel said.

“You aren’t my boyfriend anymore” I said. “Still.. at least I was more sneaky about that” Daniel said. “Please.. don’t start that jealousy shit” I said. “Me jealous I’m not” he said. “Sure you know what I’m just gonna go” I said getting up.

“Where are you going” Dad asked. “Ummm Charles wanted me to watch his race so I’m gonna do that” I said. “Alright.. have fun” Dad said. I started walking over to the Ferrari paddock.

But Daniel followed me.

“This is stalking you know” I said. “So you’re just gonna run away from me huh” Daniel said. I stopped in my tracks. “Me.. run away don’t give me that lecture you ran away” I said. “Because… I got to close” Daniel said.

“Too close” I asked. “Yes… I wasn’t supposed to do that” Daniel said. “But you did you acted like you loved me then threw me away” I said. “And now you can’t stand that I’m in love with Charles can you” I said. He looked at me.

“You’re right I can’t” Daniel said. “I moved on and you are still stuck in the past” I said. “The past that was two years ago” Daniel said. “And you messed it all up by letting me go did you ever even love me” I said. “How can you ask me that” Daniel said.

“Answer the question Daniel” I said. “Yes I loved you god I still love you” Daniel said. “If you loved me then you wouldn’t have hurt me” I said. “And what Charles is gonna give you everything you want” Daniel said.

“Yeah… he is because unlike you he put me before his career” I said. Daniel didn’t look at me. “You can’t say that I did that” he said. “You did.. Daniel .. put everything over me” I said. “I did love you” he said trying to grab my hand.

I didn’t let him.

“Now you know how I feel to be in love with someone who acted like you didn’t exist” I said. “I never meant to hurt you that much” he said. “But you did.. just let me go Daniel” I said. “But I can’t do that” Daniel said.

“Then I’ll make the decision for you” I said walking away. “Y/N please” Daniel said. “Daniel I’m getting married.. let this go” I said. “Married … what do you mean” Daniel said.

“Did you bother to look at my finger or even my instagram oh wait you blocked me remember” I said. “Your… marrying him… you were supposed to” Daniel began to say. “Supposed to what marry you.. guess you can’t have everything you want” I said walking into the Ferrari paddock.

I walked into the garage and Charles ran over and hugged me.

“My girl.. I’m so happy you’re here” Charles said. “Gotta support my favorite driver” I said. “And fiancé” Charles said I smiled. “Of course” I said. “God I can’t wait to marry you” Charles said.

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Daniel’s POV

I went back to Red Bull and sat down by Max. Sure marrying Charles??? Out of all people

“What’s going on with you mate” Max said. “Y/N is engaged to Charles” I said. It still sounded so weird. “Oh … ha yeah they got engaged a couple months ago” Max said.

“I had no idea” I said. “I mean.. it makes since you know for well” Max said. “For what” I said. “There kid… don’t you know that” Checo said. “You’re telling me they have a child” Daniel said. “Yeah.. Jules you haven’t met him” Max said.

“How old is Jules” I asked. “Like two and a half years old” Checo said. “Yeah look here’s a picture of him with P they are best friends” Max said showing me a picture. “When did this happen” I said. “Two years ago they started dating after.. she broke up with her ex boyfriend then yk Jules came along” Max said.

“He’s Charles son” I asked. “Yeah.. why.. do you ask” Max said.

Because he might be mine….

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Part 2 coming soon !