#i think i'm done giffing the steam now

[phlesbian]

soft touches for @danrifics

[crookedteethed]

18+ Thinking about the Rafe’s receiving a blowjob from reader

a/n: sorry this was longer then expected, I was def picturing reader as me 😭

Season One Rafe, god, you don't know why you asked him. You two were at a kook party (you were out of your element). He said he got some Mary Jane. When you asked if he had anything stronger, he pulled out a small white baggy filled with a white substance. He calls it yayo.

When you reached for the tiny bag, he drew his hand back, talking out the side of his mouth, which his blunt didn't reside on, asking you, "what the fuck are you going to do for me?"

He could tell by your bronzy sun tan and too scruffed-up shoes that you were from the cut, so he knew you wouldn't have the money; that's why he also raised the price on his drugs as soon as he saw you approach him.

You were the one to offer up the BJ, which was an offer Rafe couldn't decline. It'd be so sinister to him: getting a blow job from a pogue? Your pogue lips on his kook cock? Fucking disgusting yet appealing.

After the deed is done and you both get what you want, Rafe's telling all his kook friends about how he'd let you blow him just for a bag of coke and telling them how much of a slut you are.

"And I told her," He tells Kelce. "I would have given the bag to her for a buck, but the bitch just wanted my dick so bad."

Season Two this is a hottake, but I totally can see season two Rafe hiring a sex worker to give him a blow job. I mean, the boy's family is in complete disarray; he has no friends (besides Berry?), and he has blood dripping down from his nose to his chin (I'm talking about the one GIF of him, you know, the one). He needs to blow off some steam.

He sits and waits outside the local strip club. He waits until midnight when the strip club is closed, and some of the girls who strip during the day also trick at night.

He sees you standing in the corner with ripped fishnet stockings and a stubbed cigarette between your fingers. He rolls over to you with a wad of cash already in his hand. You hop into his car, and right then, he tells you to suck it now.

Poor girl, for the next thirty minutes, you'd have to endure Rafe's constant head pushing, the sounds of your gurgling and gagging around his cock, and his dirty mouth telling you:

"Take it, you can take it, can't you? Don't you do this to men for a living? Take it, you slut." : (

Season Three I don't think Rafe would particularly ask you for a blow job. I mean, yeah, he loves them, but I wholeheartedly believe that in season three, Rafe is a pussy eater. But he'd only eat your pussy out of necessity.

He needs an alibi for the night the cross was stolen; he was at home eating his girl out, your honor.

You find out he stole and melted the Pogue's cross, you yell at him for how villainess that was, he guilt trips you on how he doesn't know any better, then he distracts you by eating you out.

He doesn't want you (his first actual girlfriend) to see how everyone else sees him on Kildare Island, so he's laying your body supine on your shared bed, making love to your little clit, and eating your pussy like he's a starved man.

[scrumptiousstuffs]

This is my first time sending an ask and I promise it will be the last one of this kind. I just want to say that I've read all the other asks and the responses to them, and for me the thing is that people can't bring up First without including Khaotung somehow. But Khaotung gets brought up and talked about on his own or relation to people not First all the time. When his friends do lives he's the one the fans always ask about. And on the few occasions where First is brought up alone people tend to ignore it. It's just how it is. It's cold hard numbers - look how much engagement posts about Khaotung alone or with others get compared to the ones about First alone or with others. And a crowd full of fans screaming when Khaotung asked if they like First isn't really the same thing. What are they going to do, remain silent? I don't think anyone is that rude. But their SM engagement speaks a lot. I can point to several times when someone has started talking about First and the discussion has almost immediately swerved to Khaotung and how amazing he is. I can't do the same the other way. Now I am only on tumblr so maybe it's different elsewhere. I wouldn't know. I do know that Twitter was particularly nasty about First during OF though. Not Sand. First. And there's nothing to be done about it. People are going to like who they like regardless. Maybe the tide will turn at some point, I doubt it, but maybe. But I can't say I don't understand the frustration that is boiling over when I am in the First tag and see more of/know more about what *Khaotung* is doing. It just seems really obvious to me that there's a clear, strong bias. And it's not just the fandom - I can't tell you how many BTS clips I've watched that are all about how amazing Khaotung is, yet First is rarely praised. And I'm not saying Khaotung isn't good. He is. I'm just saying so is First. But the fact that I feel like I can't say First deserves more recognition without someone thinking that I am slagging Khaotung off is also part of the problem, because I have the strong impression that it wouldn't be the same in reverse.

I do think people will stop complaining about it soon, if it helps. It's just letting off a bit of steam in a way that doesn't get them labeled as an anti Khaotung blog. Eventually they'll either move on or accept, and your inbox will be back to being mostly cheerful. And I do want to say that I appreciate reading your answers to them. It must be frustrating to keep getting them when you don't see things that way, and I imagine it feels like an attack of sorts. I don't think it is. Or at least I hope not. You seem lovely and like way more patient a person than I could ever be. Thank you for lending an ear.

Well anons, then you (and I) know what to do. We should all keep hyping First up as well.

I still stand by what I say - I don’t think the majority of the fandom is Khaotung-focus. And what I have seen interviews from directors, they all seem to love FK equally.

But rather than honing on these facts, in the wisdom of my mutual @fadeawayaway - we should keep talking about how great First is as well.

Write those analysis that you want about his acting! I personally still read analysis of his roles in Not Me/TE/MLC/ OF even after these series have finished. I can guarantee you, there will be people like me who wants to read about it. And with hopefully THK bringing in new fans, them engaging about Kant/First when they read your analysis or thoughts about his other characters will put more positive focus on him as well.

Tweet about how you think his acting abilities and his performance against his co-stars (and not just Khaotung), cause I am very very looking forward to his interactions with Babe, Style and Fadel!

I am looking forward to everyone thoughts about Kant when THK comes out (and you will see me become insufferable by retweeting every single gifs and analysis of all four boys).

Hype his singing abilities (he worked hard on this! And it definitely has paid off with the recent meets/concerts). He is a great entertainer on stage and while I jest about his dancing ability (to be fair, I don’t think his bestie is that great either), I have always thought both boys as charasmatic - and I mentioned previously in a different asks, I am always captivated when they are on stage cause they just look so joyful when they performed.

Talk about his host capability and bring attention to it on Twitter - keep his engagement up. So that gmmtv and more fans are aware of his beautiful personality and eloquence when he speaks (because he certainly is! Out of the boys, First is definitely the more natural host and the way he can make guests/the host relax - top notch 🙌)

[reinahwanggg]

Let's Go to Paris • Jaeyun Sim

•a/n tell a friend to tell a friend; reinahwanggg's baaaaaaaack! and i'm more "delusional" than ever. here's a "scenario" i was thinking of all day. i'm just a girl in love, sue me. ALSO, CREDIT TO ALL OF THE OWNERS OF THE GIFS I WILL NOW USE.

•synopsis it's the holidays, you and your husband never went on your honeymoon, and if another parent calls your phone one more time you just might SCREAM! so, to get away from the hustle and bustle of in-laws and work calls, you book a flight for you two to go to paris.

•pairing non-idol!jake sim x fem!reader

•warnings this is basically a self insert. heavily self indulgent even, mentions of food/cooking that’s all the warnings i shall give.

•genre established relationship, husband!jake, teacher!reader, holiday!au, fluff, idk some scenes are funny in my head

•word count 2.1K words

“A-alright Ms. Thompson. Yes ma’am. Yes ma’am. I will. Yes ma’am. You do the same. Okay ma’am. Bye.” You hang up the phone and sit inside the extra room you and your husband created into a studio, letting out a huge and heavy sigh.

You rest your phone down, bring your hands to your hair, and rest it on your work desk with a thunk that reverberates through the entire apartment. Your husband turns off the stove that was currently cooking you guys dinner, and walks over to the studio room with worry on his face.

He pats his hands on his apron, and adjusts his towel on his shoulder once he reaches to the door. Then he pushes it open to see you sitting there with your head down; leg bouncing up and down subconsciously. He smiles sadly at your state, and clears his throat to let you know he’s by the door.

“Another parent?” Jake, your husband of almost two years, asks inquisitively.

“The fifth one today. I’m just about ready to put my phone on, do not disturb and call it a day, but I’m waiting on a call from mom.” You reply, lifting your head to look at him from behind you.

You do a once over, then you turn your chair around to soak in his appearance. Ivory colored dress shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows. Forest green apron over his work clothes. Hands folded in front of him in a way that emphasizes his biceps. You slowly drag your eyes back up to his, and you blink in surprise to see him blushing under your strong gaze.

“It’s best if you don’t put it on DND my love. If she can’t get to you, then she’ll be calling me. We both know I’m the worst person to call after 6pm, because my phone is on silent since the most important person to me is already where I can see her.” Jake replies, and you look away to hide your growing smile.

“Besides, I don’t see why you’re so against the parents calling you. You’ve been keeping in contact with them all semester.” He continues, pushing himself off of the doorframe to walk behind you and massage your shoulders.

You melt in his touch, mind slowly losing the words you had on the tip of your tongue, and you just relax at his ministrations. Once he stops for a few seconds to let you talk, you do.

“I kept in contact with them because they trusted me with their kids every single weekday for the past three or so months. I’m glad they’re happy with their child’s performance this semester, but for me to be getting calls left and right since yesterday is just absurd. Like, come on man. We’re on break for crying out loud.” You start to rant, slouching in the chair as he continues to massage your shoulders.

He lets you talk about how you feel, and you gladly take up his offer as you spill it all out to him. As much as you loved your students, you also wanted a break from anything work related. All this school and grades talk from the parents aren’t helping you in that area.

Jake lets you blow off some steam, and when he knows you’re done, he leans over you to open up your laptop for you. He then plants a kiss on your forehead, then your cheeks, then your nose. You turn back to look at him as you giggle in joy. Then he pecks your lips. Once, twice, three times. Again and again he dives in and claims your lips. Once you’re smiling so wide that you can’t peck his lips any longer (for now), he smiles brightly back at you, resting your foreheads together for a few seconds.

“Now that you’ve talked it all out, how about you shop for some stuff, and I’ll call you to let you know when dinner’s ready. Does that sound good?” He asks, looking down at you once he moves his forehead away from yours and stands up to look at the love of his life.

“That sounds great. We’ll talk a bit more once the food’s done?”

“Of course. I’ll always listen to you.”

“As will I, Jake. As will I.”

“Babe?!” is what pulls Jake out of his cooking induced headspace, and he turns off the stove once more to go to his wife.

“Yes my love?” He replies once he reaches the door, and he shakes his head with a smile on his face once he notices that you’re very immersed in whatever you’re doing on the laptop.

“Yes or no?” you ask, and the question causes him to stiffen for a few moments, before he opens his mouth and just answers,

“Yes.” a small smile on his face once he sees you nod your head at his confirmation.

“Alright, cool. Thank you my darling.” You say in gratitude.

“Anything for you my love.” He replies.

Jake walks back to the kitchen to continue with his dinner, mind going back into his cooking headspace, and the short interaction is forgotten by the time he finishes the meal and calls you to the table.

The food is graced, the table is plated and the steam from the food dances around the air once you two sit down, and before you can pick up your utensils to eat, your phone rings off. You apologize to your husband for the disturbance and answer the phone at the table, listening to your mom and whatever it was that she needed to tell you so desperately.

You hang up the phone with a promise to check in more often, and you finally put your phone on DND, resting it down on the table and picking up your utensils to eat. Jake tells you about his day at work, and you listen to him speak without making any noise, just like he did to you earlier. He then tells you how his boss reminded him of his untouched vacation time, and like a light bulb being turned on, he remembers the conversation from earlier.

He lets you talk after he gets his day out of the way, and when you're done (and the food’s been devoured) he asks you about it.

“You’re gonna tell me what I agreed to, or am I gonna be kept out of the dark until it happens?” He asks as he’s drying the dishes you hand to him.

“Oh yeah! While I was shopping, I got an email from the airline we usually use that told me I had enough points to get a select few flights for really cheap. I mean, obviously I had to grab it. We both need a little break, and it’s been a while since we went away; just the two of us.” You rambled on, completely missing the way Jake’s eyes bulged out of his head in shock once he realizes he basically agreed to you two going on a little vacation with little to no planning.

“You what?” is all he could force himself to ask.

“I booked us a flight! Jake, let’s go to Paris!” You reply enthusiastically, eyes shining as you turn to him with a bright smile on your face that makes it hard to say no to.

“We’re not going to Paris.” He sternly implies, flinching once he sees you deflate.

“Why not? You need a break from your job. Everyone knows if I get another call from a parent I’m gonna get off of this piece of land one way or the other.” You inquire.

“It’s three days before the holidays for one. Quite frankly the busiest time of the year for the traveling business. Getting a cheap ticket from our regular airline right around their busiest time seems a bit suspicious. We also have to plan where to sleep, what we’re gonna see when we get there, how long we’re staying there. All of this has to be taken into consideration, love.”

“It’s something we can discuss together. And besides, I may be a bit drifty, but I sure as heck ain’t ditzy. I checked the prices, and the travel time. I even emailed them to make sure it wasn’t a scam before I asked you earlier. The prices were so low even I couldn’t believe it, and I was the one shopping. And besides, it’s after the holidays. We’ll be gone and back before you know it. So, please? Can we go?” You lay out to him, and you can see that he’s genuinely contemplating it once he rests his towel down and gives you his undivided attention.

He stands there for a couple moments, looking at you as you look at him. Then he sighs heavily. You totally have this trip in the bag! Time to pack your bags.

“We’re not going to Paris, and that’s final.”

“I can’t believe we’re going to PARIS!” You giddily exclaim once Jake parks the car to the airport.

“Neither can I.” Jake deadpans, and puts his hands up in surrender when you glare at him.

“Hey! Think of it this way, we’re finally going on the honeymoon we deserve.” You try to reason, but that seems to upset him further.

“We both know that we’d rather mop the bottom of the ocean than to go anywhere other than our predetermined spot for our honeymoon. I will much rather refer to it as our alone time.” Jake snarkily follows up.

“Okay fine. I’m sorry for booking a trip for the both of us, and not properly consulting you about it. I should’ve asked, not only because we’re husband and wife, but because it was your money in the first place, and your opinion on the matter weighs just as much as mine.” You place your hand in his, and lean on his arm as you blink your pretty lashes at him.

Jake rolls his eyes with a smile on his face and places a soft kiss on your lips, a reply to your apology. He pulls the suitcase from you and accepts your apology verbally. Then, both of you head into the airport; ready to get away from it all. Even if it’s only for a short while.

You lay skin to skin with your lover as you drift to and from dreamland. Your chest rises and falls in time with Jake’s as you caress his face gently. Your heart is filled once you feel the grip on your waist tighten, and you look away from your hand to his eyes to see a huge smile already on Jake’s face.

“The love I have for you pumps with every beat of my heart. And I will continue to love you as long as my heart continues to beat within my chest.” Jake says after a few moments, hand around your waist skimming up your body to wipe the tears from your eyes.

“The sun that rises on the horizon can help paint a million portraits of the sky to come. The clouds that scatter in the air can assist in creating a hundred masterpieces once the sun ends its shift. None of that can even step a foot to the beauty you bring along with you everywhere you go.” He continues, kissing the crown of your head at the end of the last sentence.

“The love you give me reminds me of cafes on a spring day; a warmth so rare, yet so inviting that when you stray too far from it, you long for more. I long to stay by your side forevermore. As the sun paints the sky orange, then red, then yellow, then pink, I want to be beside you to see it all.” Jake finishes.

You rub his cheek one more time before your lips crash into his. Your hands rub his nape in a gentleness that contrasts greatly from the passion and fervor. Your lips move back and his lips chase, capturing it again and again. Loving you again and again. You continue to tangle yourselves up within each other, lost within each other once more.

BONUS

“I can’t believe they were out of croissants. This is like … the third cafe to tell us this. Should I just give up on my dreams of eating a croissant on a winter day in Paris?” You ask Jake, who’s taking a video of you because he saw how joyful you looked in the snow earlier.

“Let’s try two more cafes before you give up, my love.” Jake advises, and snaps a picture of you unconsciously pouting in dismal.

“You have to buy me three croissants if we find some.” You bargain.

“Anything for you, my love.” Jake accepts easily.

[automaton-bag-of-bones]

Things I've noticed I do as an automatonkin:

Manually thinking of every step that needs to be done when I drive a car, like "step on breaks, oops too hard, gentler next time" or "shift gear, turn blinker on, slow down, turn, now gas, etc"

Mechanical, stilted movements when packing the dishwasher.

Random pauses during walking to recalibrate my balance.

Paying too much attention to my limbs when in public to ensure I'm doing 'fluid' enough motions so I don't attract attention.

Putting my hands behind my back like Rabbit does in that one song (gif for reference)

(full video on YouTube called Honeybee by Steam Powered Giraffe, if ya wanna go look it up.)

Now that I think about it, most of my physical and vocal stims come from her!

Robotic pantomime when I'm bored.

That is all, thanks for reading!

[capybaraonabicycle]

Trick

Or treat

?

🎃

Woah, you scared me there! :)

Since you're the first trick or treater, you'll get a full drabble (well not an actual drabble, it's 811 words) of a scene I have had in my head for about a year now. I hope you like it!

Rating: Gen

Genre: Fluff and a little bit of angst

Warnings: mention of trauma, deliberate mis-identification of species

[ID: gif of Dan calling after a trick-or-treater to leave his house alone in the Halloween Apocalypse. end ID]

Dan had had his good share of Halloween visits. Friendly and cute ones with little children all dressed up in colourful costumes, annoying ones of teens and adults who were mostly looking to prank him, and once he had been abducted by a grumpy space dog. What he hadn't experienced yet - and frankly he would have given half the world to avoid the experience - was opening the door on halloween night, expecting trick-or-treaters and coming face to face with a Dalek.

He didn't scream, he didn't think, merely froze and the primary thought in his head was "my parents are upstairs". He wasn't quite sure whether that was a concern because they would be in danger right after his inevitable extermination or because he could have used them at his side - they had proven to be remarkably efficient alien hunters with the Sontarans after all. Just that Sontarans weren't even half as scary as the tincan currently training its gun at him.

"TRICK OR TREAT" the Dalek demanded and Dan did a double take.

"What?" he managed to get out and it was quite stupid probably, arguing with a killing machine instead of - you know - running away, but he was too puzzled to do anything else.

"TRICK OR TREAT" the Dalek repeated. "I HEARD YOU HAD SWEETS, IDIOT."

"Idiot?" Dan repeated in confusion. "That doesn't sound like a Dalek. That sounds like…"

Now that he paid closer attention, it wasn't a metal casing in front of him. Merely some cheap cardboard painted to look like a Dalek that someone had stuck a plunger and a whisk onto. And that voice, it was a good imitation, he had to give him that, but it had changed a bit on the last sentence, taking on the gruff undertone of -

"Karvanista?" he asked incredulously. "Is that you?"

"Well done, human" his dog soulmate-or-whatever appeared behind the Dalek mock-up. "You're smarter than you look, after all. Not like that's hard."

"Missed you too" Dan said fondly, but then he glared. "But did you have to scare me like that!"

"Come on" Karvanista boasted. "It was hilarious. You should have seen your face! Priceless."

"What are you doing here, anyway?" Dan asked. "Aren't you off, flying around the universe with Vinder and Bel?"

"Aren't you off, flying around the universe with the Doctor and Yaz?" Karvanista mimicked him mockingly and Dan shrugged.

"Touché" he admitted. "But seriously? Do I have to expect a big dog at my doorstep for every Halloween now?"

"I am not a dog" Karvanista growled. "I'm a Lupar!"

"Yeah, yeah" Dan said dismissively.

Karvanista rolled his eyes. "Can I come in now?"

"Jury's still out" Dan teased, although he was, of course, more than happy to welcome his friend.

Karvanista let the Dalek costume drop to the floor, revealing a steaming bowl in his other paw. "I've brought food."

"Well in that case" Dan opened the door wide, letting Karvanista step inside. At least he had the manners to wipe his boots on the doormat while sniffing the new surroundings curiously.

"This will be the most awkward 'meet the parents' in the history of the universe" Dan muttered, closing the door behind them. He could already hear someone approaching the stairs on the upper floor. "Not like we're dating or anything."

"Obviously" Karvanista agreed. "No offence, but I can do better."

"No offence?" Dan repeated incredulously. "You can't just say 'no offence' and then say something offensive like it's fine!"

"I just did, keep up" Karvanista pressed the bowl of food into Dan's hands. "Now be a good human and bring this into the kitchen while I say hello to your parents. I hope they are more agreeable than you."

"No way I am leaving them alone with you!" Dan said. "I don't need my parents abducted!"

Karvanista rolled his eyes. "They're not my assigned humans, remember? You are. Although technically, all of Earth are my assigned humans now but I am choosing to ignore that. You can fend for yourselves for all I care."

"I am sorry" Dan said softly putting a hand onto Karvanista's arm. He hadn't meant to bring up the death of the Lupari.

"Yeah, whatever" Karvanista huffed but he didn't shake off the hand. "Are you going to bring the food to the kitchen now? It won't taste good if it gets cold."

"Sure" Dan agreed. "Just, come with me, maybe. My parents are tough, but they shouldn't have to face a giant dog in the hallway by themselves."

"Not a dog" Karvanista growled but he followed him into the kitchen readily.

"By the way" Dan said while setting the bowl onto the counter. "Thank you for showing up for Halloween, it's nice to have you 'round."

"Course I'd come, idiot" Karvanista said, elbowing him fondly. "It's our day after all."

Happy Halloween!

[marierg]

Zwei (@daimyosprincess) once more you have gifted us these fine Tem gifs and now I must Thot! I am so sorry this took so long! so many plates being juggled at once, just I'm sorry! Thank you for being patient and I hope this is adequate. Yeah this screams undercover partners to lovers.

WARNING: Language!, arguing, scared then comfort, kissing, fingering, P in V, All the Smuts Below (Chillin's be gone)

"What the hell were you thinking," Axel growled as he pulled you into the elevator. "You could have got killed, as it is we might have to scrub the whole op!"

"It worked! I got close enough to plant the tracker and if I had blown it we would be dead by now." You steamed angrily back at him. God Axel could be such an overprotective ass. Almost a year undercover and it was like he didn't trust you to take care of yourself. "What is it with you Ax? What are you jealous of the men I flirt with or is it that you really think I'm the dumb little bimbo all of them take me for?"

Axel ran his hand angrily through his hair, "Yeah sweetheart I'm all in a twist over your sweet ass. Not like I have anything better to do or places I'd rather be. But hey if you wanna get your head blown off go right the fuck ahead."

"Ax stop, just... stop. I'm sorry ok, I know you just want me safe." You could kick yourself for pushing his buttons, except he usually pushed yours right back. Always this back and forth, you don't know why. The two of you actually got along fairly well when you weren't bickering about how to do what or scolding the other for things like this. You made a good team.

Not to mention the small crush you'd had since the minute the resistance had teamed you with him. Axel wasn't like the pretty boys or the way to young recruits. Ax told it like it was and did what had to be done, and you respected the hell out of him for that. He never treated you like a fool, just maybe a little like spun glass.

"Just wish you'd put that smart little head to better use," He sighed taking your hand, absently stroking his thumb over your fingers. Axle raised his eyes to meet yours. He always thought them soft in such a cruel world, even if they could tempt a man with just a wink.

"So you do think I'm smart," you gave him a puckish smirk.

"Yeah, but all the smarts in the world won't save you if those Fed bastards catch you." Axel swallowed thickly, remembering some very dear friends whom had made that mistake.

"They won't get me Ax. I'll do better, promise." Hell you'd promise him two tickets to Paris so long as he smiled again. Reaching a hand out to his bicep you gave it a gentle squeeze, tone teasing, "Never answered my other question."

Axel let his gaze rove over you, remembering the next to nothing that hid under that robe. Remembered the way your tits swayed as you danced around the stage. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't blown off steam to the though of those plush cheeks jiggling as he sank his cock into you. Or how your voice would go husky from moaning his name. What he wouldn't give...

It was more than that though, you made him smile. In a world where the Feds had outlawed anything good, killed anyone who dared put color back into their black and white world, you stood out tall in technicolor. He shouldn't rise to your teasing, but damn you for making him bend to your touch. "Yeah sweetheart, maybe I was. Maybe I do get a little jealous cause I want you all to myself."

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was the months of longing and maybe it was just the magnetism that you couldn't fight any longer. Sliding your palm up his chest to cradle the back of his head you pulled him into the warmth of your lips. Rough and strong, you could taste the hint of whiskey that he favored and something that was just Axel. It had you desperate, aching for him to finally touch you. Sucking his bottom lip as you pulled away waiting to see if he would dance to this tune.

"Fuck it!" Axel grabbed onto your hip, crowding you into the elevator wall as his lips crashed to meet yours again. Passing his tongue along the seam of your lips, delving to tangle with yours. You even tasted like sunshine. His thigh was pressed between yours and dam if you didn't start to grind against him. A growl rumbled in his throat as the hand in his hair lightly gripped while your supple body pressed into his. "Sweetheart don't go teasing me like this... so cruel."

You pulled away from him, unable to tell if he was joking or not. The way his mouth chased after yours, that glint in his eyes. No he wasn't joking, he was lonely. He was hungry. Too long you two had been starving and he looked ready to eat you alive. "Axel... let me be your woman, just for tonight."

"Not good enough," Crouching down he lifted and pinned you between his hard body and the elevator. His mouth descended on yours with fury. Axel wasn't kissing you, no he was devouring you. Fucking his tongue into your mouth, needing to stop your own wagging one. Oh and you liked that, liked as he became rough with you. He could think of far better things than talking to put your mouth to work at. Grinding his hips against yours Axel nipped and tasted along your jaw, smiling at the little high pitched whines that tumbled loose. "One nights not enough..."

As the lift finally came to the floor you were staying at Axel threw you on his shoulder. Massaging and scratching up and down his back as he fumbled for the keys, venturing below his belt to get a handful of his muscled cheeks. God the man had an ass to rival marble and damn if you hadn't stared a few times at it, art like that needed to be admired. Trying to reach around to the front, your arms were just too short. As the door opens you feel a sharp smack to your ass.

"None of that. You'll get your chance, but only if you're a good little soldier." Axel tossed you to the bed, and began to strip out of his clothes. "Now show me that sweet little honey pot while you play with those tits."

Axel watched your legs part even as his hand came down to finally touch you. He shuddered at how wet you were, how sensitive you were to his fingers as they ran through your folds. Batting away one of your hands he finally got a taste of your breasts. Taking a nipple between his teeth, running his tongue to flick at the bud before suckling on it. You cried his name as he sank two of his fingers into that sweet slick. "Maybe that's what you need, huh? Clear that pretty little head so you can think clearly again."

"Axel!" Your hips desperately trying to keep pace as he fucked his fingers into you. You were always on edge around him, wound too tight and ready to spring. "Oh go-..."

"No no no, not yet. You don't cum yet." His cock was aching, begging to sink into you. He knew that he was gripping you too hard, that there were bound to be bruises in the morning. Grinding against you, running his length through your sopping folds, he couldn't help the filthy things that fell out. How he was going to wreck you, mark you up, show the Feds who you belonged to. Oh but the look on your face as he finally sank home into your sweet clench, he could almost die happy. "All mine... say it."

"Ax-el....Hmm...ah.." Your brain had left 0.5 seconds after his fingers had started playing you like Mozart. His thrusts weren't fast, but they were percussive. hitting hard and deep into your guts and if you had dared to look away from his eyes you were certain there would be a bulge. Axel was thick, filling you so deliciously. Still his lips demanded even as they devoured your neck biting just this side of pain to get your attention. "YOURS! yours I'm ..."

"Damn right you are." Pulling you legs together to rest on one shoulder Axel finally let go his control. The wet slap of skin as he fucked into faster than before driving him further into his craze. He could feel you squeezing around him ready to detonate. his fingers found your clit, making hard circles. "Come on my cock, go on take it all."

You came hard, screaming and arching off the bed. Axel kept up the unrelenting beat, each thrust punctuating his mumbled praise. Who knew the man could actually talk that much, not that you were complaining. He called you his sunshine, his sweetheart, that you took his cock so well, that he was going to take such good care of you. Until at last his hips stuttered and he stilled, your legs falling to the sides to cradle him.

Axel collapsed into your waiting arms, nuzzling into your neck. shifting to keep most of his weight off. You both stayed wrapped in each other, happy to feel alive. stroking at his head and pack you kissed anywhere on his face you could reach until his eyes met yours again. Biting your lower lip teasingly you giggled, "If this is what happens when you're jealous I may have to tease you more often."

Axel groaned, rolling you both to our sides then giving your ass a resounding smack. "Don't you even think about it..."

Honestly I'm wondering if I should do a couple one shots or not? Lemme know what ya think.

TEMUERA MORRISON as Axel Hood in Barb Wire — 2/?

[breanime]

Omfg can I get a sequel to Miguel thinking his SO was cheating and nearly capping a granny. His SO is like "bitch you really think I didn't clock your car following me?"

Part One

warning: slightly steamy, hints of steam

*gif not mine*

"Hi baby," you hummed, looking up from your phone with a warm smile, "How was your day?"

Miguel smiled back, heart warm at the sight of his lovely wife, so perfect, his little angel, safe and sound in your shared home. Now that he knew you weren't cheating on him, he realized how foolish he'd been. He was just grateful that no one but Nestor knew of his embarrassing fumble, and there was no harm done.

"Hello my love," he came over to you and kissed you, standing up to smile down at you, "Work was uneventful, thank God, so it was a good day. You?"

"I missed you," you confessed, reaching out for him again.

Miguel felt his heart swell with adoration; you were so perfect. He leaned down and took you into his arms, gently falling onto the couch with you. "I missed you too," he cooed, his lips connecting with yours softly.

"I missed you from the moment I woke up this morning," you whispered against his lips as Miguel laid you onto your back, hovering on top of you, "You know... I was still sore, at first, from last night."

"Mm," he answered, his large hand traveling beneath your shirt, cupping your breast, "were you?"

"Mm hmm," you sighed sweetly as he kissed your collarbone, "I like when you make me sore," you wrapped your arms around him, "We should fuck in the car more often."

"Yeah?" He was sucking on the base of your neck now, and you could feel him getting hard on top of you. "Is that what you want? For me to make love to you in the car?"

"Yes."

"Which car?" He asked, kissing you as he spoke. He felt your smile against his lips, and he wanted nothing more than to be inside of you.

"The car you followed me around in today."

He froze, sitting up with wide eyes. For once, he was speechless.

You smirked up at him, that fire in your eyes that was always--even now--so damn appealing to him. "You think I didn't notice your car trailing me, amor?" You teased, sitting up. "You ruined my surprise."

"Baby, I'm sorry," he said, and he meant it, "I thought--it doesn't matter what I thought, I was wrong. And I'm sorry."

"Oh, not yet you aren't," you stood up, "On your knees, Miguel."

Once again, he first felt his response in his dick. He glanced around for a second--no one was around; Nestor and the others were positioned outside, the housekeepers were all occupied...

He got down on his knees.

You looked down at him, your husband, the powerful Miguel Galindo. "Apologize," you commanded.

He licked his lips, and you could see how excited he was getting. "I'm sorry, my love--"

"--Nuh uh," you unzipped your pants, "spell it out," you slid your pants down your legs, "with your tongue."

Miguel took a breath; he'd never been happier to be proven wrong than he'd been earlier with you, and now...

He'd never been happier to apologize.

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[iridescent-moon]

🌊Games For Seal/Pinniped Therians!🌊

This will be a series of many posts where I'll be listing off games that I feel are good for therians! Whether you're RPing or playing as your theriotype, or doing something that your theriotype might do! (I.e. fishing/hunting, swimming, etc.). And feel free to suggest games for me to add to this or future lists!

Here's how this will work. I will start by listing the name and devs, the price (in USD, for now!), a description of the game and my opinions followed by pictures/gifs!

And one last thing before we get to the list of games, I will tag all of these game posts with #iridescentmoongames that way they will always be easily accessible! I may also add a masterlist to my pinned post in the future.

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Small disclaimer, I have not played all of these games but I've done my best to at least go through any that are free to play!

1: Seal Game by TheFriendlySealStudio. (Available on Itch.io, free)

This game is a prototype so it's a big WIP, but it has a lot of potential. I only played for a few minutes and while there's not a lot to do, I still enjoyed it.

Features (to be) included in this game will be the ability to swim and dive underwater to hunt for fish, a large world to explore, socialization with other seals, and you'll be able to raise your own pups.

I'm not sure if it was a glitch or not but I was unable to find any fish to catch. Swimming, at this time in development, is alright! It didn't feel very immersive but it was at least fun to explore around in the water. Using WASD you can move forward, back, left or right and your mouse controls the camera. There's also plenty of visual bugs but hopefully those will be sorted out in the future!

2: Seal World (Available on Steam, $1.99)

This game is more on the silly side! You play as a seal living a forest(?) full of other seals. You collect fish-- ahem, I mean fibsh! As well as hats!

And there's lots of other silly seals you can meet and talk to. I haven't played this game yet but I think this one is my favorite, love the face, love their energy. Overall, it's just a nice chill game to play. Also I love the colors used for the world. The grass, the water, it's all very aesthetically pleasing and in a way kind of gives me Super Mario Sunshine vibes.

3: Planet Zoo (Available on Steam, $44.99. DLC packs are $9.99 each)

This entry is definitely more on the price-y side. With the base game you won't have any pinnipeds. If you want their Atlantic grey seal you'll need the Aquatic pack. And if you want the California Sea Lion you'll need the North America Animal Pack. IAt this time those are the only pinnipeds, however there are plenty of mods which use those models as a base for other species. I recommend using the Nexus to search for mods.

Unfortunately I don't have any nice looking seal exhibits atm so these will have to suffice! Also note that I have my graphics lowered so the models/textures are not as detailed.

While you can't play as any of the animals, you can still build an enclosure for for the animals to live in however you like! I like to imagine I'm building a little home for myself as if I were playing The Sims. If you've ever played Zoo Tycoon 2 but with a lot more room for creativity! You can play campaign or sandbox, build zoos from scratch or maintain pre-built ones.

4. Abzu (Available on Steam, Nintendo Switch, PS4, Xbox 1. $19.99)

A relaxing exploration game where you swim through the ocean and discover the animals living in it. You don't play as a seal and there are no pinnipeds in this game as far as I know, but if you're looking to find a game that focuses on swimming then this is the game for you!

The graphics and art style for this game is incredible! If you like Journey or Sky: Children of The Light I think you'll enjoy this! I have not played this game to completion however so I don't know if there's any scares at all. So for those with thalassophobia just be careful!

5. Rain World (Available on Steam, Nintendo Switch, Playstation 4. $19.99)

Content Warning for bugs and violence. I will not post any images containing either, but if you do intend on researching the game or purchasing, please keep that in mind!

In this game you don't play as a seal either, however I find some aspects of the game remind me of my seal self. In this game you play as a nomadic slugcat. A small white creature with black eyes. Every so often heavy rains will come, flooding the land, which means you must frequently hibernate in shelters. But in order to do that you must hunt and keep yourself fed while also doing your best to survive in a hostile environment with deadly flora and fauna.

Rain World is a very difficult survival game and can be quite stressful or frustrating. But if you're willing to put in the time and effort, it is well worth it and it has a lot of interesting lore. There is also some DLC coming out for this game soon, adding 5 additional characters. One of which being the rivulet which can breathe underwater and are very fast and agile.

6. Minecraft (Check link for available platforms. $29.99)

Minecraft is a game that most likely does not need an introduction. But in case you haven't heard, it's a sandbox game where nearly everything is a cube! You can play survival or creative. On it's own, I wouldn't say it's an ideal game for seal therians, however with the use of mods (Java edition only) you can put together an experience more suited to that theme!

The first way to make Minecraft a better seal experience™ is to change your skin! You can make you own, commission an artist, or if you're playing Bedrock edition you can get one from the in game store (most packs cost money but some are free!). I don't have any pictures of my old seal skin but here's one I made recently. An important note, if you are playing on the PC version for Bedrock, you can upload higher resolution skins. It's possible to use higher res skins on Java as well but not without mods as far as I know. If you want to use them on Java, I use this mod.

Some other mods you can use are the Origins mod (fabric/forge), Biome's O' Plenty, Aquaculture 2, and Alex's Mobs

7. Tap Tap Fish AbyssRium (Available on Mobile, free)

Tap Tap Fish is a mobile idle game. You can collect fish and other sea creatures. I don't know if is still the case, I haven't played this game in a couple years, but harp seal pup was only attainable through IAPs. I don't know if this is the case now or for other seals. If anyone knows please let me know!

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That's all the games I have for now, but as I find more on my own or through suggestions I will edit this post!

[malfoyslovies]

haze - draco malfoy

Pairing: draco malfoy x fem!reader

Summary: Draco and Y/N put their shower to good use.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: smut, clit play, unprotected sex, dirty talk, overstimulation, praise kink

A/N: sorry I’ve been a bit inactive lately lol I’ve just been going through some shit but I wrote this so enjoy <3

(not my gif)

Recently, you and Draco hadn't been getting many chances to spend time with each other; seeing as you were training to be an Auror and Draco was practicing as a Healer. Whenever the both of you had some free time, you'd spend it with each other, which was exactly why you were currently taking a shower together.

Draco was standing right behind you, the hot water pouring out of the shower head and onto your bare bodies in the most satisfying way. His hands ran up and down your sides as he pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. You sighed in content and slowly tossed your head backwards onto Draco's shoulder. The combination of Draco's lips and the hot water on your neck was euphoric. 

"How was your week, dear?" he asked between each kiss he delivered to your neck.

"It was alright," you sighed, lacing your hand with his. "My boss has been overworking me, lately."

"Hm, I'm sorry, love," he hummed. "Are you at least feeling relaxed, now?"

"Mm, I am," you chuckled and felt Draco exhale a gentle, breathy laugh against your skin.

Draco's lips continued working on your neck, his hands trailing gently over your breasts. You gasped as his fingers delicately caressed your nipple. Your heart beat out of your chest as he ran a hand lower down your body at a nearly torturous pace.

His hand finally reached where you needed him most, and you let out a small moan when his fingers rubbed circles on your clit with just the right amount of pressure. After a while of being with you and learning your body, he knew exactly how to pleasure you.

"That feel good, love?" he asked, his accent thicker than usual.

You closed your eyes. "Yes."

"You like this, don't you?" he whispered darkly. "You love when I play with your clit."

"Y-yes," you moaned. "I love it."

Draco hummed approvingly against your neck, his lips sucking and biting at the delicate skin as his slender fingers kept working on your clit.

"Draco," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble. Your heartbeat grew rapid as you felt your climax nearing.

"Shh, take your time, angel," he whispered into your ear.

Not even half a minute later, you reached your high. Your eyelids shut and you let out a loud moan, your walls clenching around nothing as Draco worked you through your orgasm. If it wasn't for his free arm keeping you steady, your legs would've gave out.

You couldn't tell what made you more dizzy; the aftershocks of your orgasm or the steam that plagued the air.

"You did so well for me," he praised before pressing a kiss to your cheek. "But surely, you didn't think I was already done with you?"

He turned you around and kissed you passionately, his hands moving down to gently knead your ass. You gasped against his mouth when he unexpectedly lifted you up and held you against the cold wall of the shower. You then wrapped your legs around his waist.

He rested his forehead against yours as he slowly pushed himself inside of you. Your noses nudged and your breath hitched as he bottomed out.

"Shit, d-darling," he moaned quietly.

He began moving his hips as hot water droplets landed on your bodies. Your ankles locked around the lower curve of Draco's back, your head falling back against the wall as he kissed your breasts. His pubic bone brushed against your swollen clit with each thrust he delivered, and it had you scratching your nails down his back, to which he responded by groaning lowly against your chest.

He lifted his head up and trailed his eyes over your face, admiring the way your y/s/c skin glowed from the water.

"You're fucking ethereal," he praised in a gentle whisper.

It was almost funny; the way the softness of his voice juxtaposed the roughness of his thrusts.

You couldn't help but whimper at his praises. Never had a single other person in the world made you feel as loved as Draco did.

Your moans gradually got more frequent and your legs began to shake again.

Draco could tell you were on the edge. "Close, angel?"

You squeezed your eyes shut, nodding as you let out a breathy "uh-huh."

The pace of his thrusts sped up. "Fuck, you feel so good," he grunted. "So tight around my cock."

While you were on the very precipice of your climax, the pace of Draco's thrusts sped up and he began whispering sweet nothings into your ear. This tipped you over the edge and into your second orgasm of the night.

Your fingers tightly gripped Draco's arms, your mouth falling open with a series of loud moans as Draco helped you ride out your orgasm.

"There you go," he whispered lovingly.

You cried out from overstimulation as he kept thrusting into you.

"D-Draco," you whimpered. "I'm too sensitive."

"Shh, just hold on a minute, love," he cooed, trying to reach his own high.

Your body twitched with every thrust and when you clenched around Draco from sensitivity, that was it for him. His forehead fell onto your shoulder and he moaned quietly as he came inside of you, his mind going numb from the pleasure.

Draco's high didn't last as long as he wanted it to, but he was already satisfied enough after watching you come undone twice.

He panted, trying to catch his breath as he placed occasional butterfly kisses to your neck.

Grabbing your jaw, he kissed you sloppily. He smiled affectionately at you as he pulled away, his thumb ghosting over your cheek.

"How about I wash your hair, hm?" he asked.

You smiled tiredly. "That sounds nice."

[ageless-aislynn]

@authortobenamedlater no way, I learned data entry on good ol' WordPerfect! It's the reason why I always turn Word dark blue with the pale blue text, lol! 😉Anyway, thank you for the link for Editpad, I'll definitely look into that. Also am not sure about Notepad, I think I've seen it pop up on this one but didn't realize that Win11 got rid of WordPad. I'm not surprised, honestly. They seem to want to make 11 as lousy as possible, at least when it comes to me personally! 🤷‍♀️😉 Thanks again for all of your brainstorming and suggestions, very appreciated!

@shannon-foraker Hi and thank you so much for replying, I appreciate it so much. This has been the weirdest computer issue I've ever had in my 20 some odd years (some of them very odd 😉) of having computers.

I'll try to keep this short because it's a lot. Update: I did not keep this short, sorry. But I tried. 😉 I just wanted to see if there's anything in here that maybe a tech-savvy person has heard of before? Never know what might be a clue.

In Oct, 2023, my Win 10 computer blue screened after 5 years of being rock solid, able to play Halo and other Steam games, could use Vegas to make vids and GIFs, had Word 2003 for writing. I eventually reset it because the BSODs got more and more frequent and that solved the BSODs but caused me to lose the Game Bar that's made into Win10 so I could no longer capture games like before. I could still launch Halo but not other games like Mass Effect: Andromeda that uses the EA launcher. Vegas would not launch. After researching and trying useless fixes, I eventually figured it was just its age and would need to be replaced. We were right at prime Black Friday sales times so that's what I did.

Also in Oct, 2023, though, my dad's less than a year old Win 11 computer ALSO began blue screening for no discernible reason. It was not networked with my Win10 computer, though they share a router. Mine was Ethernet, his Wifi. I scanned them both with everything I could, ruling out malware or viruses. They never share files, USB sticks, anything. Both are Dell, mine an XPS, his an Inspiron. I reset his, fully updated everything, but the BSODs continued a few days later, though for different reasons than before. This remains unsolved. His will work for a few hours, then BSOD. As that he's a very casual user, that's sustainable for him for now (he wants me to focus on fixing my new computer, which I use a lot more than he does his).

The new computer arrived for Christmas. It blue screened after being on for a few hours. I cried like a baby. I feel cursed, honestly. In the roughly a month since then (very roughly indeed), I've reset it 3 times, I've fully updated both Windows and Dell, which caused it to BSOD 8 times in an hour. I reset after that and did NOT update anything, pausing Windows updates which I've now learned doesn't actually pause the updates since this is the Home edition.

A few weeks ago, Dell issued an emergency BIOS update, along with fresh Nvidia and Intel driver updates. Installing those calmed the BSODs but didn't stop them entirely until I realized that using the Chrome broswer was causing Nvidia to lockup. Stopped using Chrome. Can't use Google docs anymore because that froze Firefox (and Nvidia began wailing like a banshee, I'm not afraid to say that I'm literally afraid of this computer nowadays, I would not be shocked if it just exploded in my face one day).

Dell's customer service advice is "apply all updates and if that fails, reset Windows" despite the fact I've done all of that A LOT. The most help I've actually found is from a Dell forum where there are literally dozens of reports of issues like mine. Changing Nvidia's power performance to maximum has helped the issue where the computer would be sitting idle, nothing running, and Nvidia would come on and attempt to make the PC achieve orbit. My God, was that fun to experience. /s

Dell insists there's nothing wrong with the computer and I'm beyond the time period where I could've returned it. So this little ticking time bomb is all mine for however long it has.

Interesting tidbits: Dell no longer sells this particular configuration of XPS. Windows 12 is about to launch in June 2024, not even 3 years after Win11's launch. That seems super soon to me, kinda like the ol' Win8 disaster but with them trying not to SAY it's a disaster. But I could just be projecting conspiracy theories nowadays. It comes from feeling like your PC is just going to freakin' blow your face off one day, I think. 👀

Answering your questions: I've considered putting my Win10 computer back up in place of this one even though it's hampered by a lot of issues. At least I can go back to playing Halo, which I miss tremendously. It irks me, though, to just mothball a brand new computer that was not cheap and was given to me by my dad. It makes me so sad because he wanted me to get something super awesome for gaming and vidding. He's always bragging about his "gamer daughter," lol, and this computer should've been a powerful rig: 64GBs RAM, i-9 chip, Nvidia GeForce RTX 4070 and other stuff that's escaping me at the moment, lol. The couple of times I did get to play Halo on it, my gracious, it looks STUNNING. Played like a dream, every blade of grass visible, just gorgeous.

Then it blue screened. 😑

I've heard of both Linux and Ubuntu but haven't ever seen them in person or know how to work with them. I'm not sure if Steam, Vegas and Word would work with them or if there are some sort of equivalent programs that would? I just looked and there are some games on Steam that will work on Linux.

Honestly, I just want this computer to work, like it's supposed to. I'm just not sure how to get it there. Or maybe there's no way that I can.

PS - Several other people with this issue had Dell send them new parts, one at a time, until they finally completely rebuilt the PC. The BSOD and freezing continued. I really don't think this is a hardware issue, it feels like a driver/software incompatibility instead but I dunno. I'm not tech-savvy at all, I've just done a ton of research while feeling like I'm surfing on a nuclear missile.

At least I was able to write all of this without the Nvidia light (visible through the vent) coming on. That looked so cool at first, now I just freeze in fear when it comes on, waiting to see if we're going to BSOD, freeze or if it's just going to growl loudly at me. Or try to achieve orbit. That was so lousy, I don't want to do that again. 😭

Okay, apparently my Fire tablet and PC are not syncing together, which resulted in me making a high-pitched pterodactyl noise a little while ago when I thought EVERYTHING I HAD WRITTEN IN MY EMAIL DRAFT YESTERDAY HAD DISAPPEARED.

Thankfully, it's still there on my tablet so I emailed it to myself and now I can see it on the PC but DANG is this a clunky, slow and painful way to try to do this. I have a SYSTEM when it comes to writing, frens. Anything messing with MY SYSTEM makes me feel a bit

and even more

Do I dare try installing Word 2003 (my beloved) again? Is it worth it to potentially go back to Blue Screen of Death City, population MEEEEEE or is there something else I'm missing?

Can't use Google docs as my computer already proved. I don't want anything I have to install on the computer *points to fears of returning to BSoD City* but I want something that I can somehow save at the same time. I dunno. I was hoping to get this in really good shape today and instead I'm stuck where I left off and feeling like I'm trying to excavate a hole the size of Mt. Everest with a teaspoon.

I thought about writing in a Tumblr draft or in AO3 itself but either of those has their own perils (Tumblr in accidentally POSTING IT and AO3 warns not to keep your only copy there). Maybe writing in AO3 and email it back to myself when I'm done for the day/writing session?

I just want to be able to use my computer like a COMPUTER again and not have to be so cautious and careful with everything. This is honestly stupid stressful. UGH.

*more angry moth noises, just 'cause*

Update: I'm going to try writing in AO3 for now and saving as a draft/emailing that back to myself. It's better than nothing and feels a little more familiar since I usually do my final editing in AO3 since I can often catch errors in AO3's preview that I missed in Word for some reason.

Still, if you have any recommendations for apps/sites/programs etc you like to write in, I'd like to hear them.

[gatefleet]

Unintentional

Leverage: Eliot Spencer Word Count: 488 T(W): knives Request: Yes - @that-marvel-simp "Eliot Spencer x Mark!reader" A/N: Hope this is what you were looking for, 2 left to go! :) ~ I did try my best to tag you @that-marvel-simp and the GIF creator, but I'm not sure if it worked... sorry if it hasn't. Tumblr is acting strange tonight...

This was not supposed to happen.  How could Eliot let himself get caught out like that?  But the moment he saw you, your eyes, your smile.  He was captivated.  Now he had a problem, torn between carrying out his job, you were the mark after all, and protecting you from his team.  You weren’t the one the team were originally after; they were after one of the guys you worked with initially.  Then they realised that you were the one who done the planning, not their original target and their focus changed, shifted to aim at you full steam ahead.

Truth be told when you weren’t the target, Eliot didn’t really look at you, notice you.  He was focused on the original target and damn did he regret that.  He hated the fact that he had to get close to you to do his job, he wanted to get close to you for a whole other set of reasons.  Taking you down was at the buried deeply at the bottom of that list.  For some reason, having to seduce you a part of the con added more pressure to him.  That he wasn’t used to.  Eliot would never admit this to anyone but when someone looked as attractive as you did, he most definitely felt pressure and was extremely nervous about screwing it up, especially when it was part of a con.  During a con, people were counting on him to play his part well enough to convince the target that he was not a con artist.

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You had Eliot pinned against a wall.  This he most definitely hadn’t calculated happening.  He had underestimated you again.  He internally cursed himself as you held your knife to his throat, he knew better than to move in these predicaments.  He had to trust his team would interrupt and give him an out, a distraction to allow him to do what he was so incredibly good at.  Your face was close enough that it wouldn’t have taken much to close the gap and lock lips with you.  Eliot closed his eyes and tried to will the image of kissing you away, will away how good your lips would feel on his, how good you would feel under his arms. The sounds you would make when we squeezed your body as he explored it.  The sounds he could make you make.  He squeezed his eyes shut, knowing this wasn’t the time or the place for these kinds of invasive thoughts.  He had to wait until there was a moment where you were distracted enough to not keep the knife so close to his throat, where he could gain some distance to disarm you safely.  Not that he truly wanted any distance from you.  If you weren’t the mark Eliot had zero issues with thinking this could be a real turn on.  This was not the time or the place for that though.

(GIF Credit: @b-n-a-o)

Tag: @that-marvel-simp

[dream-a-little-bigger-darling000]

You'll Fit So Nicely You'll Keep Me Intact

Author's Note: Hello Hello! Not my GIF, please don't think it is, but it is my fic! I asked a few days ago if I should do Bane or touch-starved Tommy, and it was pretty clear I should do my sweet summer child Tommy boy. I just really think this big tough fighter needs to take a break and be held every once in awhile. And you can't tell me this man wouldn't have the sweetest moans. Fight me on it you can't. Please Please PLEASE reblog, like, or comment on this if you liked it. I live my day to day life craving validation.

If you absolutely hated it, also let me know! I admit I'm not the best at writing, and I'm willing to learn so I can feed my Tommy Conlon addiction. Ok, that's all, be fed!

2400+ words?! C'mon, that's gotta be enough to make you proud.

The whole fiasco was genuinely an accident.

The two of you, in his small cramped apartment, helping each other make dinner, because you couldn't remember whose turn it was, walking around each other like you had been doing it for years, because you had been.

You had been by Tommy for as long as you can remember, through those years where puberty slammed in the door and decked you directly in the throat (and other places), through the time where his family had slowly fallen apart, and into the years where he had joined the US Marine Corps.

Those years had been hell. At least when he moved away you were still able to text him annoying day-to-day updates and talk in the quiet nights when no one was awake to hear you admit how much you missed each other. But when he joined the Marines, you heard even less from your Tommy, and the ache you felt for him only grew.

When he came back, he had came back for good, immediately seeking you out with the promise of your old relationship back. And things went back to normal, slotted into place perfectly.

Except the insane amount of pining that you went through every waking hour you saw his stupidly attractive face.

But you weren't going to think about that. There was spaghetti to be made.

"Those are done." Tommy nodded his head to the noodles as he made the salad. You sneered to yourself, still pissed that he got the easy part.

"No, they're not, look, that one's still hard-"

"That's what she said."

"It's still undercooked you jerk. Can you please let me cook in peace? You're over there, doing the bare minimum, you ass."

"Hey, if this isn't tossed right, the whole thing is ruined. And those noodles are definitely done. We can get them in the sauce before the garlic bread is done so it'll cool down a bit. Look." All the sudden Tommy was crowded up behind you. Your breath did something funny. Probably the steam from the boiling water. Because, you know, it's so hard to breathe around.

Tommy took the spoon you were using to stir and managed to scoop up a single noodle. He then carefully picked it up and threw it on the cabinet. It stuck, but looked like it would fall via a strong sneeze.

"See? Done." You looked behind you to stare up at the infuriating man. He smiled and tilted his head. You had the sudden urge to hit him. With your mouth. Damn it.

He turned around, not giving you a chance to argue with him. That was his first mistake. As a MMA fighter, the idiot should know never to turn your back on the enemy.

You scooped up another noodle with your spoon. You waited until he was truly busy with cutting the tomatoes up for the salad.

You aimed for his head. It wrapped around the back of his neck with a soft splat. He startled for a moment, and then set the knife down and stared forward, still not turning around to look at you.

"You know what, now it's done. Now it's stickin'." You were struggling to hold it together, desperately trying not to laugh as you turned off the stovetop and set the pan aside.

You felt strong arms envelop you from behind, and you let out a loud laugh as you felt your feet leave the floor. Tommy, spinning you around before setting you on the counter. You've really put yourself it a bad position.

Well, if you're being honest, probably the best damn position you've ever been in.

Except that the bastard started tickling you. More laughter spilled out of you, uncontrollable at this point.

"Tommy!" You were out of breath from the constant attack. What happened to never turn your back on the enemy? "Tommy, what are we in-" More laughter as his joined yours. You two were so close you could feel his shoulder dip every time he rumbled a laugh. "what are we in 6th grade now- Tommy!"

You could feel his laughter huff by your ear, and you knew you had to resort to dirty tactics. If he wanted to play by middle school standards, then you had no choice but to stoop down to his level.

Tommy was very distracted trying to murder you by laughter alone, and he looked like he was having the time of his life. He never even realized your hands were so close to his head. He was in the middle of another fit of giggles when he felt your nimble hands glide through his hair. He had half a second to understand what you were planning, and he was just about to pull away, to get as far from you as possible before-

You gave a solid pull to his hair. You felt satisfaction shoot through your body as his laugh choked off, his body going rigid underneath your fingers. His breath stuttered and his hands instantly fell from your sides to grasp the edge of the counter.

You didn't quite understand what was going on at first, the only thing on your mind being that you'd won the battle. You couldn't help the smug smile from sliding across your expression, or the snarky little giggle that bubbled it's way out.

"What's wrong, Tommy? Did someone school you at your own game, hmm? Maybe next time you'll think before you-"

"Could you please let go?" Tommy sound winded, like he'd just fought a few rounds with someone much bigger than him. It made you pause, and then frown.

Your fingers loosened from his hair, but you didn't lower your arm just yet. You couldn't fathom why Tommy was acting this way, when he instigated the rough-housing. And you knew for damn sure you hadn't hurt him. You had seen the idiot stub his toe on his coffee table before, and the only reaction out of the fighter was a pause, a look up to the ceiling, and one long, drawn out sigh.

So even though he sounded like he was trying to fight for his life, you know it absolutely wasn't because you had hurt him in anyway. Tommy could break you five times over.

You looked down at his hands. Not only was he grasping the edge of the counter top, but his knuckles were white, like he was anchoring himself. You glanced to his face. His eyes were squeezed shut, his lips pressed tightly together, and his eyebrows were furrowed in deep concentration. Was he- was that a blush? His body was still pulled tight.

Experimentally, you lightly scraped your nails along his scalp.

If Tommy were to ever hear you call the sound that came from him a whimper, he'd probably swiftly and effectively dispose of your body. But it was a fucking whimper.

His eyes snapped open wide and met yours. You saw his utter mortification. You would say you felt guilty, but having your long time crush whimper while slotted between your thighs as you sat a top a kitchen counter really did things for you.

You mentally reprimanded yourself for letting your mind fall into the gutter as your friend so obviously had a small break down.

Before you could get a word out, to try talk him down from whatever thoughts were swirling in that pretty head of his, Tommy was out of kitchen. Ah, so he's chosen drama today? Coming from a man who would rather fight his own brother than talk, you can't really find it in yourself to be surprised.

"Tom." You dropped down from the counter, heading toward the living room, which was the only way he could've gone. As you rounded the corner, you saw him pacing the length of the room, his hands interlaced behind his head, elbows out, eyes wild.

"Tommy." You smoothed out your voice, pictured yourself trying to calm down a particularly flighty horse. You know, if the horse were the love of your life and you were desperately trying to make things less weird between you two before the already delicate friendship collapsed.

At your gentle prod he stopped. He let his hands fall down to his sides. He huffed once. Crossed his arms, made a face, and then dropped them. His fists curled up into balls and he closed his eyes. He opened one and looked toward you.

"You didn't hear that."

You raised an eyebrow, crossing your own arms to your chest.

He pointed to the kitchen. "That didn't happen."

Because you love your best friend very much, you didn't roll your eyes.

"Tommy. Calm down. Take a deep breath." He did not take a deep breath. You did for him. Then another one for you. You moved toward the couch, and the way he suddenly looked like he was about to sprint out the door didn't escape you. You held your hands up placatingly. Easy, boy.

You sat down, leaving enough room for him to sit beside you. He looked at you wearily. You gave him a pointed look, one that said this is something to be discussed, and there's no way you're getting out of it, and gently patted the space for him.

He looked like he'd rather do anything else. He eventually made his way to the spot and plunked down, but as close to the arm of the couch as possible.

You gave him a sweet smile. He looked away, but not before you caught the blush. You decided to let him speak first.

It was quiet for awhile. Your thoughts went to the noodles still sitting on the counter, probably cooling in the water making a film. He cleared his throat.

"I don't. Not a ton of people touch me." He stared dutifully in front of him. You stayed silent, afraid of scaring him into silence again. He shifted uncomfortably, letting out a growl of frustration. "I mean people touch me. I just meant. It's not. It's," He looked like each word was slowly strangling him, "Never that intimate. I guess. And never anyone like you."

You're eyebrows shot up. His head jerked toward you.

"Not like that, I mean like someone so pretty." You choked a little. He visibly flinched. "Ok. I think that's enough for tonight. I think I've made plenty an ass of myself for one God forsaken night." He made to move, but your hand covered his before you really thought about it. He immediately stopped, staring at your hand on top of his.

"Tommy, it's ok." He gave you a dubious look. "No, really. Lots of people don't know how to deal with touch when it's not normal for them-"

"I'm fine, I touch people all the time, it doesn't matter it's ridiculous-"

"Tommy." He stopped. You lifted both hands to slowly cradle his face. His eyes were panicky. He looked like he was fighting every instinct inside him. "Listen to me, love." His eyes widened. "You don't have to explain anything. I need you to know it's ok to freak out a little. It's ok for this to be new." You bit your lip. "It's ok if it feels good."

A small sound came from the fighter. His eyes slipped closed. It suddenly hit you. You sucked in a sharp breath, and you started to gently stroking his face to his neck.

"Oh Tommy. You spend all that time fighting in the ring, so much time dominating. You barely let anyone touch you before you knock them away." His dad was probably never there to offer him any type of physical love, and his mom was too distanced from anyone to truly give what Tommy craved. By that time, he had pushed his brother away, and you had never really noticed him to be very active in the dating area.

You could feel his control slipping, could feel him slowly letting you hold his head up while he explored the sensation of someone just feeling him. When he spoke, his speech was slightly slurred.

"Was always jus' scared."

"I know Tommy."

"Didn' want you t' leave."

"And why would I do something stupid like that."

There was a second of silence, but Tommy was too far in to go back now.

"Cuz' I only wanted you to touch. Only ever you." Your heart stopped. His eyes slowly opened, meeting yours. His gaze snapped to your lips, back up to your eyes. All it took was for your eyes to snap to his lush mouth, and he was surging to meet you.

You felt like you were melting, melding into him. His lips were sliding against yours, his hands suddenly huge, thumbs cupping your face while his hands rested on the sides of your neck. He kissed like you see him fight. The urgency and the power and the emotion. You ached all over.

You could hardly remember your name when you finally separated, heaving lungfuls of air. Maybe all that oxygen deprivation had really done something to your brain, because you might be having a stroke. It almost smelled like something was burning. Tommy's face did something funny and he sniffed the air.

Oh. OH. The garlic bread.

Both of you made a mad dash for the kitchen, Tommy arriving first and throwing the oven door open, grabbing whatever cloth he could find to take out the charred bread as you used a dishrag to flap away any smoke that spilled out.

Once he made sure his apartment wasn't going to burn down or that the ambulance wan't going to be making a surprise visit, he slumped against the counter, breathing heavily. You put your hands on your hips.

A few second went by, both of you trying to catch your breath. Tommy looked up at you. You met his eye.

You both melted into peeling laughter, trying to stay upright. It seemed like every time you two would get your shit together, you'd fall right back into cackles.

He finally reigned in the worst of the laughter, and slowly made his way to where you were standing. Your own laughs died down.

"Are we good?" you ask him gently. He nods his head, with his sweet smile.

"We're good" he replies gently. He gets this determined look on his face, and steps real close to you. He doesn't do anything else for awhile, instead looking to you, asking with questioning eyes.

You give him an encouraging smile. He smiles right back at you, and for the second time tonight, strong arms envelop you.

[hereforhalstead]

Jealousy

GIF ISNT MINE - FULL CREDIT TO THE OWNER

Jay Halstead x Reader 18+

To tell you the truth I started watching Chicago Fire but would always see people talking about Jay on social media and I didn’t want to start PD knowing full well I would fall in love with Halstead. If I like something I cant go half hearted, it becomes my life (im hoping someone can relate!) I blitzed through PD during lockdown and am so excited for the next season. I've found that Jay has become my comfort character and I think that’s due to his/Jesse's nature and how they seem to make anyone feel safe so with that in mind.. I thought I would write out one of the scenarios that played out in my dream the other night. I apologise in advanced for the lack of talent and skill I have lol. I always re read the same imagines as I said they bring me some form of comfort and I think that’s incredibly important during these times. Here goes! Also worth noting I've never written anything before so I'm swerving round the smut for now and just going with the leading up to..

I also should mention this is inspired by my favourite @halstudandruz who's writing I cannot recommend and praise enough, I think I revisit her Jay masterlist atleast 7/8 times a week and they still get me everytime so thank you for that😊

SORRY THIS IS SO LONG, I GOT CARRIED AWAY!!

TW: Swearing, Jealousy and implied sexual acts

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"another round of shots and add it to the tab please Hermann" Ruzek shouts from across the bar at Mollys, earning an eye roll from the barman as he reaches for the bottle on the shelf.

"so, who's turn is it to ask a question?" Upton raises her eyebrows as she looks round the table

*2 months earlier*

Voight storms up the stairs in the district, accompanied by Trudy who's attempting to keep the steam from blowing out of his ears. "Why is everyone in here on phones when we have 3 leads we should be following up on, last time I checked you're not paid to work in a telephone centre" He scans the room at the detectives sorting through the hoax calls following the cash reward offered by the media in exchange for information on a suspect.

Trudy follows him into his office, shutting the door behind her "You know, Mouch's niece is looking for a new job" she steps forward and takes a seat in front of his desk.

"She's done 3 years as a secretary with some big shot law firm in New York, I could see if she fancies a change of scenery to help out here? Kinda looks like you could use the help" she purses her lips

Voight huffs "As in work for us as a secretary?" he chuckles and nods his head "You think she would run out to get me Whiskey at 3am when I'm still here cleaning up their mess?" He gestures towards the intelligence unit who are all on the phones and exchanging eye rolls as they deal with another fake lead

"Well the point in Y/N being here is that you wouldn’t be here at 3am as she'd be around to help out during the day whilst you're out on scene"

Her response is met by a silent Voight who leans back in his chair and runs his hand along his jawline "She's coming into town tomorrow so let me know if you want me to mention it or if you’re happy being in charge of a call centre" she stands and heads for the door

"Tell her she has a week's trial, starting next week. We'll see if she's up to it"

*Present time*

"I've got a good one" you lean forward in your seat "Never have I ever done it in a police car" you smirk as you glance around the table

Ruzek chokes on his current drink as he laughs "No holding back, I knew I liked you" he downs the shot

"No one else, seriously?" you question as it seems to only be Ruzek who drinks, Kim is fiddling with her watch strap and avoiding eye contact with the rest of the group.

"So Ruzek was on a solo mission that day or?" Atwater speaks up from next to you as you tap the shot glass in front of her with your nail with raised eyebrows

Kim huffs as she takes the shot "You promised you’d never tell" she narrows her eyes at Adam, after consuming many drinks the intense glare now coming across as a child having a moan about not getting her own way "Rules are rules in this game" he shrugs

The game continued as you found yourself getting more and more care free about your answers, the drinks went on and it seemed everyone else mirrored your actions in unwinding and wanting the dig the durt on their co-workers.

Just as Hailey is about to ask a question, she's soon interrupted by Atwater with a vodka shot in his hand, leaning over the table to give it to Jay.

"Never have I ever, had a friends with benefits with someone at work" he smirks and you feel the heat rise to your cheeks. You and Jay had quickly hit it off when you moved to Chicago and joined the team, Trudy had warned about the 'Intelligence boys' and to not get involved with anyone from work.

Because of this, you'd both decided to keep your little friends with benefits situation under wraps which at first was fun with the sneaking around and little touches here and there at work but this soon escalated.

You couldn’t help but notice the way your heart skipped when you saw him walk up the stairs to the district every morning, the smile you couldn’t hide as he brushes the hair from your face before kissing you or the sickness you feel when he heads out to confront a suspect.

What started as simply someone who could 'help you out in your time of need' was becoming much more, however the fear of Jay not feeling the same way was out weighed by the crave for his attention. You could feel his panic just by the way he moved his hand from his arm to rest on the table "Why you so sure I should take a shot?” he questions

Hailey laughs and you try to act like the rest of the team in prying for knowledge "You don't seriously think we haven’t noticed how different you've been, I didn’t know Halstead could be so cheery with that extra little spring in your step everyday. We're just trying to work out who it is" Ruzek folds his arms and leans back in his chair

Jay reaches up and takes the shot from Kevin before drinking it in one. He can't seriously be thinking about opening up about this right now? You panic to yourself, thinking of responses you can say to defend the situation and act cool.

'But you're not just cool about it though are you, how do you expect a team of detectives to believe your cover up story Y/N' your inner monologue seems to be endless in the few seconds it's taken Jay to hand the shot glass back to Kevin.

"I suppose I had a friends with benefits with Lindsay so you’re right, I should do a shot" he tilts his head and smirks, "Not a bad situation you had in the beginning with that one, she was very hot"

Ruzek remarks, "I had no complaint's that’s for sure, she could go for hours" Jay's quick to respond, as much as you were relieved he didn’t out the two of you you couldn’t ignore the jealousy that name set off in you.

The thought of what they had together, how she left and broke him will never sit right with you, this leads you off onto a trail of thoughts of him touching her how he touches you and him actually wanting to be in a relationship with Erin, rather than just a FWB like you were to him.

He places his hand on your thigh and lightly squeezes it as the group move onto the next question, you feel the heat on your skin from his touch.

He knew you didn’t like it whenever her name was bought up and could sense the jealously you were feeling right now as he made his remarks, you crossed your legs under the table and felt Jay laugh under his breath from beside you.

"Okay so if we're trying to out people, I've got one" Hailey takes one of the shots from the tray and places it in front of you.

The panic you had just got rid of was now back and worse than before, how did she know? Did Jay tell her? Was he really going behind your back to tell her about this when he'd promised to keep it between the two of you?

You had a close bond with Hailey and Kim, they'd quickly taken you under their wing as the older sister type, Kim being the more responsible one and Hailey being the mischievous one who was trying to sneak you out to parties and hook you up with guys.

“Never have I ever slept with a firefighter"

"Well that’s a bit of a niche question" Jay laughs, your nervous laughter in response wasn't fooling anyone

She returns to her seat and slings her arm over the back of Kim's chair "Did you want me to ask again Y/N?" if you weren't quite consumed with alcohol you probably could’ve got away with trying to defend yourself but your guard was down, you were also being reminded of Jays comments about Erin and the thought of them two together.

Before you could think anymore, you picked the shot and downed it "that was evil Hailey" you winced and took a sip of your other drink to try and wash it down. "I've got to admit, that was a bit targeted" Kim tries to defend you

"Kevin cornered Jay and I thought of one I could use for Y/N" she couldn’t keep the smirk off her face as you both knew the dirt she had on you, your one night stand with a certain firefighter when you first got to Chicago.

Kelly Severide.

It's not your scene to go home with someone you just met but Hailey had taken you out to Molly's after her shift and his charm and ruggedness had you hooked, he was soon leading you out of the bar with him by your side and heading back to his apartment.

You were both aware of it being a one time thing, that thought being cemented as you grew closer to Jay and realised there's no one you could want more than him.

The fact you hadn't mentioned it to Jay had played on your mind but as time went on it felt less relevant to bring up the past and knowing how jealous Jay can get, it wasn't worth the risk with him working closely with Kelly and the fire department

The hand that was on your thigh had gripped tighter, his jealously showing and as much as you didn’t like to admit it you had quite the soft spot for jealous Jay.

"Come on, it's not like its someone from Firehouse 51, is it Y/N?" She takes a sip from her drink, knowing full well the pot she was stirring, your jaw dropped "I can't believe you're doing this" you shake your head

"No way" Ruzek exclaims, Atwater is just looking at you in shock and Jay follows by removing his hand from your thigh and reaching for his drink instead. "Well now you have to tell us who it is" Adam adds

"I don't have to tell you shit" As if on que, the door opens and in walks Matt Casey and Kelly Severide "well its got to be one of them two hasn’t it" you shrug your shoulders innocently as Kevin analyses the two firefighters as they position themselves on bar stools opposite your table.

"Matt doesn't seem to be one for one night stands if I'm honest, and I don’t recon he's your type" Ruzek joins in to speculate with Kevin "Which means it must be the one and only Mr Severide"

You feel all eyes on you, specifically the ones from your right which just a few moments earlier were loving and doting eyes from Jay and now being replaced with green, envious ones

“Fine, you got me" you sigh as they congratulate each other "it was a one time thing when I got to the city, he was … nice" Jay takes another sip from his drink

"Just like Lindsay was nice to me I guess" the jealousy between you was intensifying and if you didn’t diffuse the situation one of you would end up taking it too far

You hear someone calling your name, you look over to see Kelly waving, "excuse me" you take another shot and put the glass in front of Jay before making your way over to Kelly, practically feeling the eyes burning in your back motivates you to put on your show just a little flirtier than planned as you wrap your arm around Severide's shoulder "Had a bit to drink huh?" You nod to Matt's comment and subtly look over to see Jay still staring at you

"Can you take me to get some fresh air?" Kelly looks at you confused but puts his arm round your waist to walk you out of the bar, reminding you of the all to similar feeling just a few months prior.

You can't help but feel smug as you walk past your table on the way out, being met by faces of disbelief and humour, all except Jay who looked like he was ready to tackle Kelly to the ground, you were proud of yourself for getting him worked up – all a bit of fun isn't it??

Talking about your life in Chicago and his new girlfriend Stella, your mind is completely off subject as you long to be with Jay and to see the effect this is having on him.

Picturing how he hasn’t taken his eyes off the door and checking his watch to see how long its been, no longer having any interest apart from having you with him.

“You wanna head back inside? I bet you're freezing" you're snapped out your thoughts by Kelly leaning to meet your eye level, before you could reach for the door handle it swings back to meet a pissed off Jay, oh shit.

"I'll take it from here, thanks" he pats Kelly on the shoulder and hands you your jacket, you both look at him confused

"Oh I'm gonna get her home, think she's had enough and doesn’t need any help from you" the smile he's trying to spread across his face isn't fooling you, you can tell he's worked up and the last person he wants to see is Severide.

"Thanks Kelly, I'll definitely pop by next week" you call out over Jays shoulder to Kelly who is heading back inside, he responds with a smile and disappears into the bar.

Jay grabs your wrist and pulls you to the other side of the building, out of sight from anyone who would enter/exit the bar.

“What the fuck Y/N? Firstly you don’t tell me about him and next you're out here all over him and agreeing to go over to his next week? Don't I mean anything to you? How do you think it felt for me to sit in there seeing you being lead out here by him and you gladly going along with it? It's a good job I don’t care about who you sleep with anymore isn't it.." his chest rising and falling fast, the spite in his voice, the way he was 2 inches from your face flipped a switch inside as you backed him up against the wall.

"You wanna know what we were doing out here?" you question, leaning into his neck "going over that one night we had" your hand running along his arm and stopping at his shoulder where you let your lips hover over his skin.

"how he took me back to his apartment" his arms clung to your waist but now rigid as you taunted him "undressed me piece by piece and kissed me all over, asking how bad I wanted him" your lips made contact with the skin under his ear, earning a suppressed moan from Jay.

“But you know what?" Jay looked down at you with his brows furrowed, confused by the situation "He's nothing compared to the guy I'm currently with"

The power you were feeling was immense, the sudden confident persona that had taken over you. Jay's normal dominant and intimidating presence was out of the window, the jealousy he was feeling mixed with the teasing from you had made him speechless, hanging on your every word.

"He's really good to me you know" he murmurs in response "so much so that I can't go 5 minutes without thinking about him, the way he kisses me, the way he touches me and don't get me started on the things he does to my body" how you'd moved to linger your lips along his neck, jawline and now his lips along with him still gripping at your waist, stuck in his tracks not knowing what to do with himself had you weak and craving him.

All he can do is groan as you step away from his body, leaving him standing there heavily breathing and his eyes trailing over your body and landing on your lips.

"We're going home". You smile to yourself as you know you've completed your job in getting him riled up and picturing what he's going to do to you once he's got you alone "Let me just go and say goodbye to Severide" you couldn't help but add one more tease into the mix but this pushed him over the edge.

Before you could work it out you were up against the wall, tightly held there by Jays body over you, arm next to your head and the other back on your waist. "If I hear you say that name one more time, I'm going to fuck you so hard you’re not even going to bother remembering him" you swallowed hard, now you were the one speechless and struggling to think of a good enough comeback given all you can do is nod in response.

He walks you towards his truck and over to the passenger side for you climb into, arm still on your waist and the other opening the door "Oh and don’t even think about going over there next week.

Incase it isn't clear, you're mine" you turn with your back on the car door and look into his lustful eyes, quietly thrilled with the way he was speaking to you. "Didn't I mention? He's invited us over for dinner next week to get to know Stella, are we not going to attend?" you innocently look up at him, settling your hand on the back of his neck, scratching lightly.

“Definitely not baby"

*

Please be gentle with me, as mentioned this in no way me saying I know how to write a good story but just simply writing a dream that I had the other day!

[makeadealwithdean]

fueling the fire until we combust (dom!sam winchester x fem!reader)- part 1

Hello again, wonderful people! I'm once again trying something new-- that something being writing for my favorite moose, Sam Winchester :) This was a request (and to my lovely anon who requested it: my deepest apologies that this is late; I wanted to post it by Valentine's Day, but school work got to me, and this wound up being a lottttt longer than I thought it would be), and I do hope you all enjoy it! As always, leave me some feedback if you'd like!

also @downanddirtydean​ and @klinenovakwinchester​, it’s your responsibility to make sure part 2 gets done soon. thank you, love youuu :)

Word Count: 3328

Request: "Sam Winchester Valentine’s Day smut? Is that too vague for a request lmao" "I’m up to anything happening before the fun, but I was thinking they’re dating already and are both hunters and they were on separate hunts and now they’re happy just to be back together. I’m a sucker for reuniting -Sam valentine anon"

Warnings: SMUT (but that’s mostly for part 2), light smut i guess, dirty talk, sir kink, dom/sub

My Masterlist

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The rumble of your friend’s car faded away as you swung open the heavy door to the bunker. You were tired and pretty beat up from the hunt you’d just returned from. Nothing too bad, just the general scrapes and bruises that came with every hunt.

Your friend had called you several days ago saying she needed backup on a case, and since Sam and Dean were off on a hunt of their own, you were more than happy to oblige. Anything was better than sitting around the bunker by yourself. It was such a big space for one person to occupy, so whenever the boys weren’t home, you were itching for something to do. 

Not that you regretted going on the hunt, but you were exhausted. You stumbled down the stairs, wincing a little from your fresh bruises, and down the hall to your room. You grabbed a towel and some fresh clothes that weren’t covered in monster slime and blood and headed to the bathroom. All you wanted was to sleep, but there was no way you were going anywhere near your bed like this. 

You turned on the shower and waited until you could see the water steaming before stripping, tossing your clothes in the general direction of the hamper, and ducking under the spray of the hot water. You watched as the water rinsed away the dirt and grime, and it disappeared swirling down the drain. Your fingertips scrubbed lightly on your scalp as you lathered the shampoo through your hair and rinsed it through twice.

When you were finished staring down at your feet and letting the hot water rush over you (a guilty pleasure of yours and the reason for your long showers), you turned the water off, wrapped yourself in a fluffy towel, and climbed out and into the steamy bathroom. The mirror was fogged up, and the small space was getting too warm for you, so you slipped on some sleep shorts and a t-shirt and went back into your room. 

You checked the time on your phone; it was only a little after noon. You decided you had time for a quick nap before the boys got back from their hunt. You set your phone down on your dresser and stumbled the few steps in between there and your bed before collapsing in the middle of your pillows and blankets and drifting into sleep.

                                          ~~~~ 

“Baby,” you woke to a deep, gentle voice and a big hand rubbing your head. “Can you wake up for me, precious?”

“Sam?” you mumbled sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “You’re back already?” His gentle touch brushed away the hair from your eyes, and he laughed.

“Yeah, honey. It’s almost time for us to go. It’s already 5:30,” he said, sitting on the bed, still rubbing your head. You were used to being woken up that way, and he loved to watch your sleepy reaction to his touch.

“Go?” you said, opening your eyes fully. “Where are we—” your voice died in your throat when you noticed what he was wearing. “Why are you wearing the fed suit? Not that I’m complaining, you know I love it on you, but—” 

He gestured to your nightstand where a vase sat, holding a dozen beautiful red roses. “It’s Valentine’s Day. So if you’ll do me the honor of being my Valentine, I’ve got some plans for our evening that I think you’ll love.” You nodded smiling, and for a split second, you thought you saw a wicked gleam in his kind eyes, but after another glance, all you saw was his adoring gaze looking back at you. “Can you get up and get ready for me? I promise it’ll be fun, princess.”

You nodded, and Sam stood up to leave so you could start getting ready. He started for the door before pausing and turning halfway around, “Oh, and wear anything you want of course, Y/n. Just know I’m partial to that little red dress that looks so good on you.” He winked and left, closing the door gently behind him.

                                        ~~~~

You took one last look in the mirror, satisfied with your outfit choice and the way you’d done your hair. It was done in your favorite style, which just so happened to be one of Sam’s favorites as well. He loved your hair any way you did it though. You slipped on a pair of pumps to go with the red dress Sam had requested and turned, admiring yourself in the mirror. You weren’t vain by any means, but this dress-- it gave you a certain level of confidence you didn’t usually have. The way the dress hugged your body, accentuated your curves— you loved it, and you knew Sam did too.

Your heels clacked as you walked down the hall to the library, in search of Sam. There he was: sitting at the table, nose in a book as usual.

“Consulting the lore again?” you laughed, causing him to look up. “We don’t even have a case right now.” His eyes traveled up and down your body, almost hungrily, as if he were undressing you with his eyes. You suppressed another laugh, and he shook himself out of his stupor, clearing his throat.

“Um-- wow,” he stuttered, his eyes finding yours again. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” 

“Thank you, baby. Are you ready to go?” you smiled. Sam stood, still blushing slightly in your opinion, grabbed the keys to Baby and your hand, and you both headed out the door.

                                         ~~~~

Sam brought the car to a halt in the parking lot of your favorite restaurant, the same place you’d gone after Sam had first asked you out. He got out first and hurried to the passenger side to open your door. 

As he opened the creaky door and offered you his hand to help you up, you wondered what he’d done to gain possession of the Impala for their date night.

“Hey, how’d you get Dean to give you the car for the night? I thought Valentine’s Day was his favorite holiday, ‘unattached drifter Christmas’ or whatever he calls it,” you laughed, as you climbed out, careful not to roll your ankle in your heels. 

Standing straight up next to Sam, even with four-inch heels on, you still only barely came up to his chest. Another thing for him to tease you relentlessly about (and he did), but you secretly loved your height difference. If anything, it just made you feel tiny in the best way possible, especially in the bedroom, when Sam came close and towered over you, always remembering to check if you were comfortable with the situation before proceeding. With a tiny nod of your head though, he made you feel absolutely helpless to defend yourself against him. You couldn’t get enough. 

He took your hand and closed the door, chuckling at Dean’s favorite nickname for the day and leading you towards the restaurant, “He’s passed out back at the bunker. Guess old age is catching up to him,” Sam shrugged, smiling. “I left him my keys in case he wants to go somewhere before we get back.” He raised his eyebrows at you, and you felt your cheeks flush. You looked away and kept walking alongside him, hurrying to match his strides that were much longer than yours.

When you reached the restaurant and arrived inside, you were seated almost immediately. Sam had called ahead and gotten a reservation, and you were glad he’d thought of that because the wait must’ve been forever with how many people were there. 

The host sat you in a corner booth table, so you and Sam sat next to each other facing the rest of the restaurant. You were grateful for the high walls of the booth. You might’ve technically been in public, but right then, it was only you and him. Everything around you seemed to scream Sam. Even the restaurant itself did nothing but remind you of your first date, which seemed so long ago. 

You reached for his big hand, and it closed over yours as he looked at the menu for tonight. You only looked at him. His thumb rubbed soothingly over the back of your hand. He’d always been able to tell when you were worked up. You saw him suppressing a smirk, eyes still fixed on the menu.

“Sam—” you whined, your leg bouncing up and down like it did when you were nervous. Or impatient. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and his right hand let go of yours and reached around your waist, pulling you even closer to him. He kissed your head quickly and held the menu where you could see it too.

“See anything you like?” Sam asked.

“Yeah, you,” you replied, smirking. He’d walked right into that one. I mean what’d he expect you to say?

“For dinner,” Sam said with a smile, his fingertips dancing against your waist. 

“Hmph,” you picked out the same thing you’d gotten last time, deciding that you’d stick with what you knew was good for tonight. 

The waitress came to the table to take your orders, and after writing them down, picking up your menus, and walking away, you and Sam were back in your own little world. And this time, you held Sam’s attention. 

You squirmed in your seat, thighs sticking together, while Sam’s hand, never having left your waist, travelled up and down your side. His fingers grazed lightly over the fabric of your red dress, stopping to squeeze every so often when you got too fidgety. 

“Sam,” you whined again, your hand pressing his to your side, needing his touch. 

“Ah, ah, ah,” he tsked, pulling his hand back and unwinding his arm from you. “I decide when I want to touch you.” He scooted a few inches away from you, and you huffed, frustrated. 

“C’mon, Sam! It’s Valentine’s Day, and I haven’t seen you in forever. Just let me touch y—” You were cut off suddenly by his hand, which had a harsh grip on your thigh. 

He lowered his head until his lips were hovering right next to your ear. “I’m sorry, I know you’re not talking back to me right now. Not on Valentine’s Day.” His low voice mimicked yours, barely above a whisper, and your thighs tightened instinctively as his tone took on the menacing edge you’d come to associate with Sam’s favorite kind of “fun.”

You swallowed with nervous excitement and said meekly, “N-no, sir.”

“Good,” Sam said pleasantly, his hand now gripping the cold glass of his drink, instead of your thigh, as he took a sip. 

Pretty soon, the waitress brought your food, and you, for the moment at least, abandoned your efforts to get Sam’s hands on you. After all, you hadn’t eaten since earlier that morning on the way back from your hunt. Sam must’ve been hungry, too, you thought, since he finished almost as fast as you did.

“What do you think, Y/n? Dessert?” Sam smirked, clearly teasing you now. You rolled your eyes at his words, knowing it was all part of his plan to get you good and worked up before going back to the bunker.

“I don’t think so,” you said dryly, tugging at his coat sleeve once again, hoping he’d take pity on you and decide it was time to leave.

“You know what?” Sam mused, looking at the dessert menu the waitress had left when she’d picked up their plates. “I think I will get the tiramisu. Did you want anything, love?”

You scoffed at that. Health-freak Sam Winchester was going to get dessert? And had the audacity to call you “love” when he knew good and well you were getting agitated with him? Ugh, such a difference from how he was acting back at home when he first woke you up with roses.

“No? That’s okay, baby. You’ll have some of mine,” he said decisively, and you knew that was that. As soon as the waitress came to check on you, Sam ordered his precious tiramisu, and you pouted slightly. You knew for a fact he was just as horny as you were, and it was annoying to you that he was getting a slight release in dictating your next moves. You weighed your options for your next step, and decided Hey, it’s Valentine’s Day. Surely I can't get into that much trouble. 

You waited until the waitress brought Sam’s dessert and he had begun eating before acting. You moved your hand from your lap to his, running your fingertips up and down his thigh before settling your palm right above his knee. He didn’t react. That’s okay-- you hadn’t really expected him to. He’d probably enjoyed the graze of your nails through the slacks of his suit. 

“Open up, princess,” Sam said, holding his fork in front of your face. Your mouth fell open obediently, and he brought the fork forward into your mouth. The sweet coffee-flavored cake nearly dissolved in your mouth. Maybe dessert had been the right call, but you weren’t going to give Sam the satisfaction of seeing you enjoy it. Or maybe you would.

Your tongue flicked out to lick your lips clean, and you watched Sam’s hungry gaze travel to your mouth. You put on a little show for him, letting your tongue linger over your bottom lip for a second longer than necessary, before barely biting down, dragging your lip between your teeth. Sam broke his stare and went back to his tiramisu. You noticed him eating a bit faster this time.

Still too slow for you though. You moved your hand towards the inside of his thigh, trailing upwards just slightly. He didn’t seem to mind so far, so you moved a bit faster, until your hand bumped the outline of his semi-hard cock through the fabric. You brushed the heel of your hand along the tip, enjoying watching him squirm at the slight friction.

You were feeling pretty pleased with yourself when Sam’s hand shot down and gripped your wrist, pulling your hand away from him.

“I thought,” he growled under his breath, “that I told you I decide when to touch you. That includes you touching me.” He let go of your wrist with a glare, turning back to the table.

You hesitated before speaking. “I know,” you chirped, placing your hand, directly onto the shaft of his dick and squeezing lightly. His semi-hardness gave away how much he was really enjoying your little game. You knew he wouldn’t take what you did lightly though, even though it was Valentine’s Day. Yes, he wanted to show you how much he loved you, but he couldn’t properly do that if he allowed you to defy him like that, especially in public.

You could practically see an internal debate happening in Sam’s head as he tried to decide how to handle your defiance. As he was debating, the waitress came back by the table to drop off the check. Seeming to make up his mind, Sam paid the bill as the waitress thanked you both for coming and wished you a pleasant evening, leaving as quickly as she’d come. 

Sam grabbed your wrist as he slid out of the booth, hauling you along with him until you stood facing him, staring into his chest. You avoided looking him in the face, but his hand came up to grip your jaw firmly, yet gently, tilting your head back to look up at him. Still, you avoided eye contact with him, that is, until he tapped his finger on your cheek, demanding your attention. 

“We’re going home now,” Sam said once he’d forced eye contact with you. His eyes gave away what was in your near future, as if his low tone didn’t give that away already. You were very familiar with that edge in his voice, though it only came out when Sam was really in the mood to be in control of the situation.

You nodded and lowered your eyes until his hand, still on your jaw, squeezed quickly, and your eyes met his again. He raised one eyebrow at you sternly, waiting for a verbal response.

“Yes sir,” you said quietly. You were still standing in the restaurant after all. Sam nodded once, satisfied for the time being, grabbed your wrist, and marched you out the door.

                                          ~~~~

As soon as the two of you stepped through the door of the bunker, Sam quickened his pace, brushing past you as you stopped and hesitated in the hallway. You weren’t sure if he wanted you to follow him to his room or wait for him in yours. 

As if he’d read your mind, he called over his shoulder without slowing down, “Go to your room, sit on the bed, and wait for me.” You watched him walk down the hallway towards his room, taking his jacket off as he turned through the doorway. 

Left alone in the hallway, you turned back towards your room. After going through the doorway, you hesitate. Sam didn’t specify where exactly on the bed he wanted you or what he wanted you to wear. Finally, you sat down on the edge of the bed, back straight with anticipation. No way could you relax until you knew what Sam had planned for you. And knowing him, you definitely wouldn’t be relaxing then either. You didn’t even bother taking your shoes off; you figured if he’d wanted them off, he would’ve said so.

After you’d been sitting there for a few minutes, you heard Sam’s footsteps echoing in the hallway, coming towards you. The longer you’d sat there, the more nervous you’d become, and Sam knew that. You were willing to bet he’d let you sit there and wait on purpose, as part of his dominance act. But you could hear him now, and your thighs clenched together involuntarily as he approached. 

It felt like forever, but finally his tall frame appeared in the doorway. In his hands, he held a gift box tied with a fancy red ribbon. You felt his gaze on you, but you couldn’t meet his eyes, instead opting to watch his feet, loving how confidently he moved, how sure he was of himself. He walked up to you, stopping at your knees, so that you were staring into his torso.

“Look at me,” he commanded you, and you, not wanting to test him anymore, tilted your head back to make eye contact with him immediately. He set the box beside you on the bed and took your face into his hands. “Now, listen to me carefully, little girl. You’re going to take this box into the bathroom, change into what’s inside, and come back out wearing exactly what’s in the box, no more, no less. Understand me?”

“Yes sir,” you whispered. 

“What was that?” he asked, raising his eyebrow again. 

You cleared your throat and said a bit louder, “Yes sir.” 

“Good girl,” he said, kissing your forehead once and releasing your face from his hands. You got up from the bed, went into the bathroom, and shut the door. 

You set the box on the counter, untied the ribbon, and opened the lid. Inside was a strappy black bra made of sheer lace, matching panties, and garter set nestled in the middle of red tissue paper. You held the pieces up, and felt your cheeks flush at the thought of Sam’s eyes on you in that. You dropped it back into the box and began wiggling out of your tight little red dress. Finally, your dress hit the floor, along with the bra and panties you’d been wearing. You put on the new outfit Sam had given you and checked your hair and makeup in the mirror. After a deep breath to calm your nerves, you opened the door and stepped back into the bedroom.

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Temporary Bliss

John Shelby x reader x Finn Shelby

Word count: 4,330

Warnings: Angst. Yearning. Smutty things. They're criminals guys, they do bad things.

Note: So this took some time and might be a bit rough, but we all need a distraction right now. I hope you all enjoy!

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Every day, John thought, Like fucking clockwork.

Finn was outside his office, like a lovestruck idiot, making moon eyes over his secretary. Five minutes before end of day. Every. Day.

It started cute enough. Finn ran past her one afternoon to give John a message from Tommy. He was so wrapped up in getting the message to John that he didn't even notice the girl that he pushed past in John's doorway. That was, until, Finn was knocked off balance from her hands on his collar as she dragged him out of the office. He was taller than she was, which only made it easier for her to move him.

"Excuse me," she had said, face red as she glared up at the youngest Shelby, "I don't believe you have an appointment and you are supposed to see me before you interrupt Mr. Shelby."

"(Y/N)," John said, hiding his smile with his hand before he pointed to the scoffing boy in her grip. "I see you haven't met Finn, my youngest brother."

She immediately loosened her grip on his shirt with a gasp, her eyes dropped to the floor as a waterfall of apologies left her lips like prayers.

"It's okay," John said laughing. "We don't think much of him, either. What do you want, Finn?"

Finn scoffed at his brother as he smoothed out his suit and walked back into the office, closing the door loudly behind him.

John watched through the frosted glass as (Y/N) settled back into her seat at the desk in front of his office before he stood up and met Finn's waiting eyes.

"Well," Finn said, "what's your response?"

John tilted his head.

"To what?"

"To what I just told you," Finn exhaled, hitting his thighs with his hands. "The message."

"The message," John said as he cleared his throat. "Right, well tell me again while I gather a good answer."

Finn groaned.

When Finn left, he had stopped by (Y/N)'s desk to tell her that it was okay, he wouldn't take it to heart, that it was a misunderstanding. But his breath caught as he looked down at her wide eyes looking up at him. He stammered his words as she gave him a smile, politely nodding to encourage him to finish his sentence.

It was all over at that moment, John thought, the idiot fell in puppy love.

Honestly, that was the day John looked at her differently, too. She had always been a good secretary, but her courage to pull a man out of his office made him want to know more about her. He started to notice more, pulling himself out of his head to acknowledge her. For a 20 year old, seven years his junior --far closer to Finn's tender age of 18 than his own-- she had a good head on her shoulders.

She was always nice to the other women, even the gossips and the complainers, and always encouraging on busy days. She did her work and went home. She was always respectful when someone stepped out of line but she had no hesitation in correcting what she thought was wrong. John started finding himself watching her from his office on slow afternoons.

I wonder what she's like when she finally relaxes, he thought. I'd like to be the one that knows. That gets to make her smile.

Finn must have had the same idea, because only a few weeks after their first encounter he started showing up at the office more. He would make small talk, leaning on her desk, bringing her little presents like wildflowers from the ditch or a treat from the bakery. Visit by visit she became friendlier, more animated, relaxed.

The first laugh was music to John's ears. It rang through the empty room after work only to be stifled by her hand. Finn was smiling, leaning over her as he sat on her desk, and something warm knawed at John's stomach. Finn tucked a stray hair behind her ears. He locked eyes with his brother as Finn sat back up and he sheepishly smiled as John's eyebrow quirked.

"I should probably be off," Finn shrugged, looking back at (Y/N). "Let you go home for the day."

"You could walk me, if you'd like," (Y/N)'s voice said softly and John's blood ran cold in the other room. "But only if you'd like."

"Y-yeah," Finn sputtered, standing from her desk. "I'd like that."

After that, Finn walked her home every day. John was always the last one out of the office.

Months went on. Finn continued visiting, bringing her trinkets, walking her home. (Y/N) got more and more comfortable with her position in the company and even began to relax around John. She often stayed late with John to finish counting the books or organize after a particularly busy day.

John found her presence comforting. He started to sit at the table near the safe with his paperwork after hours so that they could talk while the work was being done.

"Exciting plans this weekend, doll?" He asked one Thursday evening after a particularly busy day.

She smiled brightly as she counted a stack of money.

"Actually, yes," (Y/N) said as she scribbled into the book before picking up another stack. "Finn asked if I wanted to see the new Chaplin movie."

John's heart sank as his head shot up. He gave her a weak smile.

"You like Chaplin, eh?"

She nodded excitedly.

"I never really go to the pictures, so it's nice to be able to go."

"A girl like you should have suitors lining up to take you anywhere you'd like," John said as he looked back down to his paperwork. "My idiot brother should be the least of your choices."

"Finn's sweet."

"That what you're looking for?" John asked as he dropped his pen.

(Y/N)'s face is pinched, a troubled look flashing between confusion and annoyance. She bit her lip, as if she had words that would tumble out of she did not hold them.

"Just a question," John sighed as he leaned back. "But not mine to ask. I'm sorry."

"You know what I think?" She said, scrambling to her feet. "Tea. I think we both need a spot of tea. Yes."

She was gone in a blink, off to the kitchens to boil the water. John groaned and pressed his face into his hand a moment, exhaling out the frustration. He tried to read the papers again, but couldn't get past the first few lines.

"Idiot, John, idiot," he mumbled. "Finn's not the only Shelby without a fucking clue."

"He's not," she said as she brought in a cup of tea, setting it beside him.

John flushed as he looked up at her sheepishly.

"Thanks, doll," he said, briefly smiling at her before burying his head back into the stack of paperwork.

She smiled thinly, walking to the door but paused in the frame to look back at him.

"My name's not doll, Mr. Shelby."

John's head snapped up and he frowned as he studied his secretary in the doorway.

"I know your name, (Y/N)," he said, his pen falling from his hand. "Just like I know your last name. Just like I know your family. Just like I know your address."

She froze, and his frown deepened, realizing how that must sound.

"I'm your boss," he smiled as he said in a lighter tone. His eyes softened. "I also know that when the room goes to chaos, you run over and make all the girls a spot of tea, to calm everyone's nerves. Earl Grey, I believe. Probably what I have here beside me, too."

She relaxed as his finger swirled the top of the steaming cup.

"I don't call you doll because I don't know your name," John pressed quietly, tucking the words into the silence like you tuck the edges of a bed cover. "I call you doll because you look it. You're angelic, even in this 'shit lighting' you girls like to complain about."

"I--"

"And I've told you before," he said, picking up the cup and pausing it against his lips. "Call me John."

Her mouth clamped down and she studied the man in front of her drinking tea before she smiled softly.

"Yes, John."

----

When your birthday came the next week, you gasped when you found a box on your desk when you sat down for the day. The small white box was wrapped in a red velvet ribbon and tucked in front of her typewriter. You touched the ribbon, feeling the plush fabric as you carefully pulled on it. You lifted the too to find a white note.

Happy birthday, (Y/N).

You deserve a little sparkle after all the hard work you've put in lately.

-J.S.

Under the note was a sliver of the moon woven into a gorgeous band that felt cool against your fingers as it glistened. It was the most gorgeous silver bracelet you had ever seen.

You appeared in his doorway and closed the door before you could even think straight.

"I can accept this, John," you said as you set the box on his desk.

"Why not?" He frowned as he reached for it. "It's your birthday."

"It's far too much," you said. "I'm just a secretary. This isn't proper."

John's eyes widened as he scoffed.

"There's no attachments," he said. "I'm not asking for anything. I just wanted to give you something nice for your birthday. You've worked so hard around here, a card didn't feel enough." He paused, moving the box in his hand. "And maybe there's an apology wrapped in it as well."

"An apology?"

"The other night I was a git," he said as he scratched his neck. "None of my business who or why you run around with anyone. Not my place. Now come 'round so I can put this on your wrist. I'm not taking it back."

You came around his desk as he opened the box, the chain looking so delicate in his large hands. Feelings bubbled inside and you giggled as he fumbled with the clasp.

"Thank you, John," you said softly as he clasped it around your wrist.

"Pretty bracelet for a pretty girl," he rumbled, smiling at you as you hand lingered in his. He cleared his throat. "Right. Well, work calls. Best go back before the chickens gossip."

He patted your hand before you stepped back, and he smiled at your wrist as you rotated it to watch the bracelet gleam in the light.

"Right, work," you said slowly, watching his eyes follow your wrist as you moved. "Do you need anything while I'm here, John?"

His attention snapped to your face as you said his name and he gave you a lopsided smile that gave you butterflies.

"No, thank you," he said. "Happy birthday again, (Y/N)."

"Thank you, John."

Days went by and you found yourself wearing the bracelet every day. Smiling at it when it caught your eye, even when you were in Finn's company.

One Monday morning, John didn't show up for work. Finn told you that his older brothers were in London, drinking and fucking under the guise of expansion. The answer itched under your skin, but you chalked it up to having to take John's place to keep the girls in the office moving. When he came back, you had no hesitation to visit his office.

"No one's seen you in days," you said as you crossed your arms and eyed him carefully from the doorway.

It has been nearly a week and you had to keep the girls in line as well as the bookies during a huge race while your boss, whose job it was, was off doing who knows what. Or who, the annoying little voice in your head chipped in. The whole thing made you feel tired and agitated. And now he's back, on a Friday evening no less, like nothing ever happened.

"Business in London," John said gruffly as he sat down at his desk to the mountain of paperwork waiting for him. "Tom called it a vacation, but there wasn't no free time. All business."

John sighed as he reached for a pen.

"And there's enough papers to go through I aughta be here half the night."

"Any," you said, smiling softly. So no girls.

"Wasn't any free time. Welcome back, John."

John looked up from his paperwork perplexed until his pursed lips slid into a small smile.

"Thank you, (Y/N)," he said as you kicked off the door and sat back at your desk to finish your work.

"Thought I was doll," you called just loud enough for it to carry into his room. You hoped he could hear the smile in your voice.

"You are," he laughed.

An hour or so later you had finished gathering the information from the last race's earnings and stacked the papers to take to John. You tapped on his door frame and walked in without hesitation.

John jolted in his seat and sat up, a guilty look across his face as if he was caught passing notes in class.

"Papers from the last race you missed," you said, tossing them on top of his pile.

John shuffled in his seat, both hands under his desk. You frowned. His hands reappeared and started shuffling the papers, his eyes not meeting yours. You looked down his pinstripe jacket before you realized why he would look guilty and your eyes snapped back up when you saw his trousers undone.

Oh.

You turned around to walk to the door. You stopped there, a hand on the frame as you looked over your shoulder.

"You know quite a few girls fawn over you," you said. "You could have any of them, really. I don't think I've seen you with a girl in some time. You look" you paused. "Stressed."

John frowned as he looked up from his desk.

"I don't want a razor chaser," he said. "Those girls will blind a Blinder fast. They want the snow and the money but they never think of the violence as more than a thrill."

"Only want those that don't want you?" You smiled, watching closely for any response. A glimmer.

John chuckled before he looked back down to the papers.

"Something like that," he murmured.

Monday afternoon, you were at your desk when Tommy --Mr. Shelby-- stormed past you, cigarette burning between his fingers. The door slammed behind him and you could hear pacing in the room behind you.

"Right, John, you're to lead the Italian meeting in my stead," Tommy's muddled voice said, already moving toward the door. The door jiggled.

"Me? But what--"

"I don't want to hear it," Tommy interrupted, walking through the door before pointing behind him at John. "Just make it happen. This company is growing rapidly. Remind me why you should keep your position."

Tommy walked out with a curt nod at you. Conversation over.

You heard papers scatter as Tommy left and immediately stood up and walked into his office to find John pacing behind his desk. You flinched as he grabbed his chair and threw it into a corner, his hands flying to his head as he growled in frustration. You quickly closed the door behind you.

"John?" Your voice wavered.

He stopped in his tracks and looked up, his wild eyes looked over you before he closed them and took a deep breath.

"Yes, (Y/N)," he said tiredly. "What do you want?"

"It's a slow day today," you said as you looked him over, his hands shaking as he fought to stay still, calm, under your gaze. "The girls were hoping to leave early. Make up the hours when we're slammed later this week."

"Yes," John sighed. "Send them home. Thank you, (Y/N). Now if you could kindly go home yourself, I can properly go 'round the bend in peace."

He started pacing again, but you didn't move to leave.

"John?" You were quiet, and yet it was deafening even as he stomped and growled. You could tell your presence set him on edge, but wasn't entirely sure why. You had started to feel safe around him, joking and talking to each other in after hours. You had thought you were friendly with each other, but his demeanor was tense, agitated.

"What?"

"Is there something wrong?"

You stepped forward and he stopped again, rubbing his eyes in his hand.

"Yes," he said, agitation spilling over like bubbles over a boiling kettle. "Yes there's quite a bit wrong. I've got to lead a meeting with the fucking Italians and I've already been on edge, fucking chomping at the bit for weeks. Between the kids and work I've not had a bloody minute alone."

"Can I help?"

John barked a laugh before he could stop himself.

"Not unless you can dress up as me and talk to the bloody Italians," he said bitterly. "Or you're ready to wank off your boss so his head's on straight again."

His head shot up, eyes wide as he took a step around his desk, his hand outstretched.

"I didn't mean that," he said quickly. "Christ, I'm going bloody crazy."

John started pacing again, a wild animal in a cage. The floor under his feet would wear if he kept going. The boards would creak, give way until he was pacing himself into the ground.

"It's fine," you said quietly. "I'll send the girls home."

You stepped out, keeping John closed in his office to pace as you sent everyone home. Your head was racing with his words. They had been carelessly tossed out without a thought only to be reeled back in, back to the boss you had come to know. They had shocked you. But also intrigued you, you thought. Did he mean it?

After telling the girls the good news, you sat back at your desk for a moment and finished a page of type. As they all filed out and said their goodbyes, you gathered your things but left them on your seat as you went back to John's door.

He stopped in mid pace in the middle of his room as you opened the door. He sighed, as his palms pressed into his eyes. As if to press his brains back in to his head before he did anything stupid.

"I'm fine, really," he said pressing his palms deeper into his eyes. "You can go home."

"I want to help."

John looked at you standing in the doorway. You bit your lip as you watched him watch you. The heat from his hungry eyes made your heart flutter.

"Do I have to say it again?" You asked, your voice stronger than you expected it to be. The longer he stared the more uncertain you felt. You looked down for a moment.

"I--"

John's lips collided into your own as his hand raked into your hair and his hips pressed you into the door. He was hungry, needy, wild. He licked your lip and deepened the kiss. You jolted back to earth as his bit your lip a little too hard. You gasped as you pulled back and his moan was ripped out of your mouth. His hazy blue eyes sharpened as he cupped your face.

"Shit, sorry, doll," he said as he pecked your lips. "You taste so sweet. I got carried away."

You squeezed his forearm and pulled him closer to you again, your skin begging for his touch.

"Kiss me again," you said, watching his eyes light up and an easy smile spread across his face.

He did, and this time he didn't bite you. His hands wandered your frame, expertly memorizing every inch as his kisses made you forget everything but his blue eyes. He lightly tugged on your hair and kissed down your neck, illiciting a moan as he found the spot that made you see stars.

"I could listen to that sound forever," he chuckled into your neck before nipping at the same spot.

You pressed yourself to him as you loosened his tie and pulled his shirt from his trousers.

"Aren't I supposed to be relaxing you?" You laughed before you felt his hand push your skirts up to grab at your thighs.

"Multitasking," he said into your ear and pushed his knee between your legs.

You writhed as he pressed you into the door and you felt the friction he caused at your core. You grabbed his chin and pulled him back to your lips for a kiss as you grinded against his leg without a thought. The pleasure had you. He felt entirely too good against you, and you could not bear to be separated.

"You like grinding, eh?" He chuckled as you gasped when he moved his leg with you and you flushed.

He pulled you from the door, leading you to his desk to sit on top of all the papers. John cupped your face and kissed you so hard you saw stars. You followed as he pulled away, half lidded as he pushed you back onto the desk as he pulled his chair from the corner he had thrown it in.

"Stockings come off, love, before I rip them," he said, setting the chair back in front of you.

"Then rip them," you said lowly as you kicked your heels under his desk and propped a foot on the chair.

"Right," he smiled wolfishly as he sat down between your legs and slipped his hand on your calf and into your skirts. "Come 'ere."

You lifted yourself off the desk for a moment so he could pull your stockings over your ass. John tore them off of you without hesitation and tossed them aside as he ran his rough hands along your legs and up your skirt, pulling you off of the desk and straddling his knee. You purred into his ear.

"Your hands feel so good, John," you rasped. "How do I make you feel good?"

You had no thoughts, no cares, you only wanted more. The world, the room you were in, everything but this feeling and him were static to be ignored. You were lost in lust and couldn't pull yourself out, only through.

You grinded into him and whined as you pulled back to look him in the eye. His eyes were heavy and he cupped your cheek as he pulled you into a kiss.

"Did I need this or do you, doll?" He exhaled a smile as he rested his forehead on yours. "I'm not the only one pent up. Someone hasn't been taking care of you, have they?"

You growled and pressed yourself against him.

"Can you shut up for once in your life?" You gritted your teeth.

"I want to hear it from your lips, doll," he said as he teased you, just out of your reach.

"I want it," you whispered as you rubbed him through his slacks. "I want it. I want it. I want it."

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Completely spent, John buried his head in her hair for a moment before standing up and fastening his trousers.

"I still have that meeting soon," John said, holding his hand out to help her sit up on the desk. "But after. After I tuck the children in," he kissed her hand, the bracelet catching his eye and causing him to smile. "I want to see you with nothing on but that bracelet. I'm not done. Come over tonight."

She smiled weakly, and he frowned and kissed her hand again. His mind was clear, the fog of cum spent between her legs. The clarity sent warning bells through his brain as he watched her face tighten, her smile artificial and cracking near the corners.

"Or yours," he amended and watched her expression stay the same. "Less chances of interruptions."

He frowned deeper and let go of her hand.

"Did I do something wrong? You're still shaking like a leaf, you can't tell me you didn't--"

"Oy, (Y/N)? John?" Finn's voice echoed outside his office. "Hello?"

John and (Y/N) both froze for a moment as they locked eyes. She gave him a pleading look as she stood up and smoothed her dress back down, slipping her heels back on with effort. John tucked his shirt back in and straightened his tie as she walked to the door and opened it.

"Hey Finn," she smiled weakly, opening the door wide as he strode in. "John was just going over last minute reports before we leave."

"I caught the other ladies down the street," Finn said and eyed his brother. "You're entirely unfair keeping (Y/N) while the rest are allowed to run off for the day. She works so hard for you already, you should appreciate her more."

"I suggested it," (Y/N) cut in as John frowned and opened his mouth. "To get a leg up for tomorrow. But we're done here, so I really should head home. John, good luck with your meeting. I hope I helped."

John nodded and cleared his throat, his brain growing dark. Is she really pretending like I didn't just take her over my desk, he thought. Surely she's just saving his feelings.

"Right, right," he said as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Have a nice evening, (Y/N)."

"Can I walk you home?" Finn smiled at her as he asked. "Maybe take you to an early dinner?"

John's jaw set as she gave him one last pleading glance before smiling and nodding to Finn, nestling her arm in his.

"I'd love that," she said, her voice shaky as she looked back to John. "I'll see you tomorrow, Mr. Shelby."

John's heart dropped as Finn led her out of his office. He sank into his chair and settled his face into his hands.

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