#of course you want the all female team to date the all male team
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Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet
Summary: Everyone has their breaking point, even prefectly fine media trained drivers. Especially when people start asking dumb, sexist questions.
Pairing: driver!reader x f1!grid, but mostly Daniel Ricciardo and Max Verstappen, Lando and Charles have a bit of a guest appearing
Wordcount: 1.2k (she is a shy shorty, please be nice to her)
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“My next question is for (Y/N): What do you want to be perceived as?”
Everyone in the post race press conference halts in their movements. (Y/N) blinks once, twice before she clears her throat and gets closer to her microphone. “I’m sorry, can you please elaborate on that? I fear my English is failing me to comprehend what you just said.”
The reporter is not hesitating, jumping into his explanation right away, as if he had chosen the words he wanted to say beforehand. “Well, you participate in a male dominated sport, being currently the only female on the grid line up. You are never seen in typically female clothing. You even wore a suit to the last FIA gala. We have yet to see you in makeup outside of festivities. That’s why I am asking what you want to be perceived as. A man? A woman? Or something in-between?”
Silence has never been so loud. Nobody really knows how to respond to such an audacity.
(Y/N) pulls her microphone another bit closer before murmuring into it: “I rather be not perceived at all. Thank you for the question, I wanted to clear that bit up for quite some time now.”
Her answer brought a booming laughter out of the one and only Daniel Ricciardo, effectively breaking that spell of awkwardness that has been cast over the room by Mr Audacity. Everyone relaxes and joins in the laughter.
As the media representative is about to call onto the next journalist, Max asks a question. “Can we all answer this? Because I want to make it clear, I identify as a problem and want to be perceived as that.”
“Yeah”, Daniel interjects,”of course you do. I want to be perceived as a menace to human kind, please. What about you, Lando?”
“Number 1 Fish Hater, certified and trademarked already,” he answers with a cheeky smile.
Charles breathes “I’m a hot mess” into his microphone before the media representative is able to call onto the next person.
The following race weekend the drivers stand in the media pits with their PR managers, hopping from interviewer to interviewer like at a speed dating event.
“-overall I would say we have a good pace. I’m confident in the team to help us through this race in spite of the unpredictable weather conditions this weekend.” (Y/N)’s answers the usual questions that are thrown at her after sessions.
The journalist smiles at her. “I am sure of that. Now, onto my last question: Last week you have been asked what you want to be perceived as and you never really answered that. Why is that?”
(Y/N) throws a not amused look towards the woman. “I didn’t feel like it. I didn’t want to answer a question that is just a poorly disguised attack towards my femininity. I can like fast cars and dress however I want without having to answer something like that. I’m secure enough in my own gender identity as a woman to be able to express myself in all the ways I want without having my actions impede on my identity or expression of my gender. I will put on a dress when I feel like it, I will get the brushes out for a glam makeup when it is convenient for me and I don’t have to do ‘typically female’ things just to please the public opinion.
Instead of going around and judging, just work on why you have this urge to comment on my expression of gender in the first place, because your insecurities surrounding my gender don’t look cute on you.”
After that (Y/N) is practically dragged away from the media pit by her PR manager, who probably already has a headache thinking about the mess that will follow on social media and certain online magazines.
But the few drivers who stood around them, having media duties to follow themselves, just stared impressed and with deep respect after the young woman. She usually is softer spoken and obviously went through bootcamp media training. This was the first time they witnessed speaking her true mind in an interview.
Back in her driver's room, where she gets ready for the debrief, (Y/N) realizes the kind of mistake she just made.
Her little outburst will definitely get more of a reaction than it would if a Max Verstappen would have said something along these lines.
Before her inner eye she sees the headlines. Something about women being too emotional for motorsports. Her being too young, too hot headed, too much of everything and somehow not enough of everything.
The team will replace her, the negative PR not leaving them any other choice. The pressure on them is too much, they already took a big chance on her by giving the driver a seat in Formula 1 in the first place.
With the news of her sudden contract ending, at least one news outlet will write “The little experiment failed”, paving an even more difficult path for other women trying to prove themselves in motorsports.
And all that just because she wasn’t able to let this stupid question roll right off her back.
A sudden knock on her door breaks (Y/N) free from her downward spiral of thoughts. Max enters the room with Daniel on his tail. “This was amazing. How you told this interviewer off on life camera? And her face? After you went out, we just had to clap. It was so cool. You were so right, too. I’m so proud you finally spoke your mind. The audacity of these people.”
It seems like Max doesn’t need to breathe, judging from his rant.
Daniel has a much softer approach. He puts a hand on her shoulder, making her look up at him. “I hope you know that you had to say that back there. Even if you are ‘only’ a rookie this season, the questions you got the last couple of weeks were anything but ok or nice. Sometimes you need to be loud before it can be quiet.”
(Y/N) shoots him a thankful smile, squeezing the hand on her shoulder with her own. “You are right. It was just a bit overwhelming at first. But I can see the appeal now. I think I have to take a few classes with Max, because the concept of saying what you think got a new fan and that’s me. It’s the best thing I have done in the context of handling media duties.”
“No, you won’t do that”, (Y/N)’s PR manager stands in the doorway, probably to fetch her for the debrief. “In this case it was a good thing to do. Important, too, of course. The fans are eating this up on social media. They already made edits with the clips. But I don’t get paid what Max’ or Lando’s managers get, so you will return to your media trained good girl roots.” With that (Y/N) gets pulled out of the room by her. Max throws her a subtle nod, to which she smiles.
Sometimes you need to be more than the good girl, especially if it’s for your own sake. Who knows, maybe this is the beginning of the story of another media-nightmare-driver.
#you can see exactly where I started to scramble for plot haha#f1 x reader#f1 x driver!reader#f1 x female!reader#max verstappen x reader#max verstappen x driver!reader#daniel riccardo x reader#daniel riccardo x driver reader#x driver!reader#x female!reader#x reader#f1 fic#f1 fanfic#f1 imagine
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Evidence of a Date {Tim Rockford x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 10.3k
Warnings: SEX POLLEN(ish), snuff films, power of suggestion, hypnosis, compulsory need to fuck, rough sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms, oral sex (male and female receiving)
Comments: Asked to assist Detective Rockford with finding evidence on a supposed snuff tape, you find it to be very different from what either one of you were expecting. Leading you to some surprising outcomes.
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Getting called into the Captain’s office is never a good thing. No matter how clean you keep your nose or what rank you are, even as a Detective. “You wanted to see me, sir?” Knocking and opening the door, you are surprised to see Rockford sitting in a chair opposite the captain’s desk.
“Come in, shut the door.” He waves you in and your stomach twists, wondering what the hell is going on. You’ve worked with Tim before, but not recently. You’ve been too busy with your own caseload. “I need you to do something for me.” Captain Carnell is a no bullshit man, a pragmatist who hated sitting behind a desk. “Tim’s got a video he needs to go through, evidence.” You frown slightly, unsure why that should have any impact on you. “It’s a snuff film, supposedly and the forensic team refuses to touch it.” He grumbles and you still don’t quite understand.
Tim shuffles awkwardly. “I need to watch it. And I need another set of eyes.” Your head turns towards him. “You can keep your mouth shut, unlike 90% of the others around here.” It’s true, cops like to gossip and if it is a snuff film, the details need to be kept quiet while the investigation is ongoing.
“I see. And that’s why you called me in?” You ask the captain.
“Yes.” Carnell nods. “Tim asked if your cases could be transferred and you to help him on this, and I think it’s a good idea. That way there’s no talk of sexism if the case goes nowhere.”
You nod. “Of course.” You agree, not sure if you’re dreading watching the video or spending all your time with Tim more. It’s hard working with someone that you are hopelessly attracted to and know that it’s unrequited. “I’ll move my cases over to Robertson and we can get on the case right away.”
Your captain nods, “excellent. After closing time, go to the break room. He’s secured the room so it will be just you two.” Tim nods, crossing his arms and you glance between the two men. “Go back to your paperwork. Half an hour…the office will be closed up after everyone heads out and you can get started.”
You nod and Tim shuffles a little as he exits the office, holding the door open for you. “Thanks for helping with this. It’s - it could be the breakthrough we need and I know it’s gonna be hard to watch but I’m glad you’re helping me with it.” Tim says quietly as you stand in the hallway before you get to the bullpen.
“It’s okay.” You don’t know what to expect. Hopefully it’s not too gory, you have been to plenty of crime scenes, but you had hoped to go to a party tonight after work. Even if you stay late to work on the case, you could get there later. “We’ll watch the tape and then make any notes before we go back through it again.”
Tim nods, reaching out to squeeze your upper arm. He can’t help but think you look gorgeous today. Well, every day really but you’d never want him. He’s older. He’s divorced and has a ten year old son. He’s got baggage and you deserve the world. With a sigh, he makes his way back to his desk, eager to finish the work day to spend time with you. God, he’s pathetic. He’s desperate to spend time with you. Even if it means watching a snuff tape. The day seems to drag by and finally he sees his colleagues starting to pack up and he wipes his hands on his pants, glancing across the room to your desk.
Your cases have been passed off you and endured the grumbling, telling Robertson to talk to the captain if he had a problem with it. Finishing up some paperwork while you wait for everyone else to go home. “You leaving?” One of the other detectives comes by your desk on his way out.
“No.” You shake your head and look down at your file. “Backlog of paperwork. Captain’s on my ass about it.” You know most of them have every intention of heading down to the bar for happy hour. “Drink a beer for me though, okay?”
Tim is asked the same thing except he got waggled eyebrows as most of them know about his crush on you…everyone except you apparently. He sighs and pushes back from his desk after everyone is gone. “You want a coffee before we get started? I’ve got…something to add if you want to take the edge off.” He says, pulling out a small flask as he looks at you.
“Detective Rockford.” You sound scandalized, but you grin as you pick up your coffee cup. “Absolutely.” You laugh as you start to walk towards the break room. “At least if we can’t go for happy hour, we can brace ourselves for what is to come.” You tell him, emptying out the sludge in the pot and setting it to make a fresh batch. Lord only knows how long you will end up staying. “So where did you get this tape from?”
Tim sits down and sets the flask down on the little coffee table in front of the sofa in the break room. He’s slept on the sofa before. Especially when he was trying to crack the case of the old woman who was murdered for her inheritance. It kept him up all night and he ended up sleeping in the office a few times while looking over the case. “I have an inside contact. He’s looking for immunity and he left me a copy of the tape. Some mafia bullshit…it’s heavy. Supposedly.” He tells you, watching you make the coffee.
“So don’t plan on wanting to eat, got it.” You frown, deciding it was a stupid idea to ask Tim if he wanted to go out to that little dinner down the road from your apartment anyway. You were work colleagues, not romantically linked. “As long as it’s not a kid, I’ll be fine.” You admit softly, looking up from where you are pouring sugar and creamer in your cup to get it ready for the coffee. “I hate when it’s kids. I can’t imagine how you feel, having your son.”
Tim shakes his head, rubbing his cheek. “That - any kid - it kills me. Wondering what I’d do…how id feel if someone - I think you’d be locking me up because I’d burn the fucking world if something happened to Billy.” Tim confesses and you come over to the sofa with your cup and a cup for him. “Thanks sweetheart.” He says, grabbing the remote. He doesn’t call you sweetheart in front of the other guys but you’ve always been close to his heart. “You ready?” He asks you, wanting to make sure you’re mentally prepared.
It’s almost embarrassing how much you enjoy when he calls you sweetheart, not taking offense to it at all. It’s almost like an endearment and you cherish it. “I’m ready.” You tell him after taking a deep breath, knowing you need to be professional.
He grabs the flask, pouring a generous amount of whiskey in each mug before he sets it down. “Just to take the edge off.” He says before he takes a sip and hits play on the tape. He’s tense beside you, waiting to see the gruesome scene unfold.
"I hope that we don't have to finish the flask and go find a bottle." You murmur as you immediately take a large sip of your doctored coffee. Enjoying the slight burn before a naked woman walks into the view of the camera. Obviously set up in some kind of bedroom. "Well, fuck." You hiss. "It's gonna be one of those snuff films."
Tim shifts awkwardly as the woman comes over to the camera, her tits swaying as she adjusts it before she steps back and a man appears behind her. “Yeah. I, uh, I wasn’t told that this was - yeah. Sorry.” He blushes slightly, knowing he’s secretly wondered what you look like naked more than enough times.
"It's okay." You take another sip of your coffee before you look over at Tim for a split second, eyes flying back to the tv. You watch as the man starts to massage the woman's tits. "It's not like I've never watched porn before." You tell him, wanting him to relax slightly. "Caucasian female, approximately mid to late twenties, brown hair, Caucasian male, mid forties, short blond hair." You observe. "It looks like there is a tattoo on his left bicep."
Tim had completely forgotten to take any notes, his mind shamefully thinking about you naked and him behind you palming your tits. He leans forward, clasping his hands together to force himself to pay attention. He watches the couple fondle each other and he feels guilty that you’re having to watch this. “I- I’m not sure if he’s the one that gets killed.” Tim says, paying attention as the man’s hand slides down to rub the clit of the woman.
"Most snuff films, it's the woman who's murdered." You huff quietly, biting your lip and frowning slightly when the screen flashes for a split second. "I-" you shake your head, afraid you might have just imagined it. The woman's moan hadn't stopped so you just continue to watch. Your cunt bottoms out when the man slaps her pussy and then starts to rub again, his other hand still toying with her right nipple. "He's left-handed?" You ask, not quite sure but it's a strong theory. "Most often men finger a woman with their dominant hand."
“This is supposed to be the tape of the victim.” Tim says, trying to work through the evidence despite his cock twitching, suddenly aroused and he puts that down to being close to you.
You hum and lean in, trying to pretend the foreplay in the video isn't erotic, or you aren't getting turned on. It's natural, that's what you are trying to convince yourself of. That your panties would be soaked already if you were just watching a normal porn, alone in your room where you could pretend your hand was Tim's. Clearing your throat, you swear you see the screen flash again, but the audio doesn't stop.
Tim swears he saw something flash on the screen but he doesn’t bother telling you. He is trying to conceal his rapidly hardening cock. Sweat starts to bead on his forehead and he wipes it with the back of his hand. “I - this isn’t a normal snuff tape.” He murmurs, confused as the man pushes his fingers into the woman, her moan echoing in the break room as the image flashes on screen again and he pays attention. “You see that?” He asks, curious if you’ve seen it.
You gasp, but you don't know if it's from the fact that Tim might have seen the same flashes you have, or from how warm you are getting. How your entire body seems to be lighting up, aching for someone, Tim, to touch you. "I- yes?" You almost ask as you try to keep from moaning quietly.
“What - What does it say?” He asks, wondering if you’ve seen it better than he did and he tugs on his tie, loosening it and undoing the top button. Suddenly overheated, he shifts his feet and his fingers flex as he smothers down the urge to touch you.
“I don’t know. It’s- it’s flashing too fast to read.” You know you should probably stop the tape and go back, but you can’t. “Is it- fuck, it’s hot in here, right?” You ask him, biting your lip when the woman cums on the tape, moaning softly as you wonder if Tim would finger you before he fucks you or if he would just shove his cock into your needy pussy.
“Yeah. It is.” Tim murmurs, suddenly boiling hot and he unbuttons a couple more buttons on his shirt, his tie pulled over his head to fling it down on the sofa. The man grabs the woman, dragging her to the bed and he wastes no time pushing into her, her moan echoing in the room and the screen flashes again. This time slower. The word ‘Fuck’ flashes again, and again. Tim is rock hard now, unable to tear his eyes away from the tv.
“It’s saying ‘Fuck’.” You breathe out, unsure why someone would cut that word into a snuff film. “Right?” Your cunt is throbbing and you squirm as you watch the couple fuck on the screen. You bite your lip, trying to keep your breathing regulated and you want to touch yourself, or have Tim touch you.
“Ye-yeah. That’s what I- shit. It’s so hot.” He says, unbuttoning another couple of buttons and he undoes the wrist buttons, rolling his sleeves up. ‘Fuck’ flashes up on the screen again and Tim grunts, unable to resist palming his cock through his pants. “So-sorry. I- shit. I’m so hard it hurts.” He confesses, “you should - you should go.” He says, trying to get you away from him before he breaks.
You snort, pressing your thighs together. “Of course you are. We are watching two attractive people have sex.” You reason. “And it’s been a long goddamn time since a man made me cum.
Tim frowns, turning his head for a second to look at you before he focuses on the screen again. “It has? How? You’re - Jesus. You’re gorgeous. I always thought you had a secret boyfriend or something and just didn’t tell us.” He admits as the man fucks the woman harder and the screen flashes again. ‘Fuck’ Flashes and almost burns in his retinas as he sees it when he blinks.
You squirm again, wanting to shove your hand into your panties and rub your clit. “No time to date.” You groan. “You know how it is. Long hours. Turbulent cases. I just- have a vibrator.” You hiss when the screen flashes again. “Fuck! Why does it keep telling me to fuck?” You cry.
Tim bites his lip, his gaze flicking between you and the screen. The man flips the woman over to push back inside of her, making her cry out. ‘Fuck’ flashes again and Tim shakes his head, “I don’t - shit - I can’t - I need to-” He surges forward to cup your cheeks, pressing his lips to yours as ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.’ repeats in his mind over and over again until he no longer controls himself.
It’s such a fucking relief to feel his lips against yours that you let out a small sob. Pulling him closer and pressing your entire body against his as ‘Fuck’ flashes in your mind again and again. Driven by some unseen force that is practically compelling you to touch the other detective. The need for him clawing under your skin like a drug.
His hands slide down to grab your waist, dragging you not his lap as his tongue slides into your mouth. The moans continue on the tv and the word ‘Fuck’ continues flashing in his mind. “Fuck.” He rasps out. “I- I can’t stop. Tell me to stop.” He managed to choke out despite grabbing your hips to drag you down on top of him.
“Don’t stop.” You gasp out, rolling your hips down shamelessly to grind against his hard cock. You don’t know why you need him inside you, but you desperately do. “Touch me, Tim.” You beg breathlessly. “Please baby.”
He can’t deny you. He helps you grind down on his cock, his hands sliding up to squeeze your tits through your blouse. “I - shit - I need to - to be inside of you.” He tells you, reaching down to work on unbuttoning your pants and he pushes his hand inside to find you wet and ready for him.
"Fuck." You whimper at the first touch of his thick fingers against your clit. "Yes, need- fuck, I need your cock." You groan out, reaching down around his own hand in your pants to squeeze his cock through his. "Now Tim." You insist.
Tim groans when you squeeze him and he slides his fingers between your folds, groaning at how wet you are. “Fuck. I- stand up. Take your pants off.” He demands, working on his belt buckle and his cock is aching, he’s in pain. The word ‘Fuck’ keeps flashing on the screen as the moans continue to pour out of the tv speakers.
Scrambling to your feet, you nearly fall over in your haste to strip down. Pushing down your pants and kicking them off with your panties, your knees shake in need and you are panting like you've just finished a marathon. "Oh fuck." you turn back around and find Tim with his cock in his hand, pumping it furiously. "Oh shit, let me- I need-" You dive back onto his lap, eager to sink down on his thick, uncut cock.
He grabs your ass as you reach between you to grip his cock and he groans when you start to sink down onto him. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” starts to echo on the tv but Tim isn’t paying attention, to obsessed with the way you are sinking onto his cock. You’re so wet and tight and he loses his ability to breathe as you settle into his cock.
The slightly intense, grim detective looks amazing as he moans for you. Feeling his cock scrub against your walls in the best way as he breaks you open. Making your mouth drop open and a loud moan of his name, your arms wrapped around his neck to keep you upright.
“Shiiiiiiiiiiiiiittt.” He hisses in delight, groaning your name as you start to rock on top of him and his hands slide up to work on the buttons of your shirt, wanting to feel every inch of you. The buttons become tiresome so he just rips your blouse, sending buttons flying across the room and he groans when he finally gets access to your tits, pulling them out of your bra so he can duck down and take a nipple into his mouth.
“Oh fuck!” You cry out when his mouth attacks your breasts. Never imagining he would be such a dominant lover. Tearing your shirt off has you clenching down around him and squeezing him tight in your walls. “More.” You beg, tangling your fingers into his hair and tugging on it, pressing him into your breast. “More, baby, fuck.”
He bites down, sucking on your tits, alternating as he groans into your flesh and you whimper, making his cock twitch inside of you. ‘Fuck. Fuck. Fuck’ continues on the screen, the moans stopping from the couple as yours replace them, the words on the screen flashing constantly and Tim hisses as he grabs your ass, lifting you up to place you on the sofa so he can fuck into you.
“Oh fuck.” You whine when his cock slips out of you but the second he is driving back into you, your scream rings out. Scratching your nails down his shirt, you wish he was undressed. At least so you could feel his skin under your fingers.
He grunts, leaning down to kiss along your neck. “Imagined this so many fucking times.” He admits shamelessly, “imagined fucking you on my desk. In my bed. In here. In the captain's office. Imagined you a fuck ton. Shit. So tight. Knew you would be.” He rambles, his thrusts deep and slightly frantic as the mantra continues around you.
You moan, unable to believe that he would imagine fucking you. You have never thought he noticed you beyond working together. “Imagined how good you’d feel. How thick you would be.” You confess as he punches deep inside you. “Better that I could have imagined.”
Tim groans, spurred on by your words and the repeated mantra urging him on and he hisses your name as he pushes deep. “Wanna - wanna feel you cum.” He says, reaching down to rub your clit.
You shudder, clenching down around him and digging your nails into his shoulder as you lunge up to bite his chin. “Yes, fuck, fuck me harder.” You beg, driven by this invisible force.
He clenches his jaw, pushing deeper, harder, faster. Sweat beads on his forehead as he kneels on the sofa, lifting your thigh over his hip to get even deeper inside of you, his fingers rubbing your clit.
“Tim, oh fuck, oh fuck.” You choke out, feeling that familiar polling in the pit of your stomach. Except it’s better than using your toy at home. The nerves screaming in pleasure and you kiss every inch of skin you can reach.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck” repeats over and over and Tim hisses as he rocks into you, trying to get you to cum. It’s like he needs you to cum like he needs to breathe. “That’s it. Shit. Gettin’ so wet on my cock. Cum for me. Cum for me.” He begs, his cock twitching as he gets closer to his own orgasm.
The harsh, jarring thrusts are everything you need and more. Pushing you closer every time his hips snap forward and if there was ever a question of Tim Rockford’s ability in bed, this answered it. “Gonna baby.” You squeal, not making any sense, but it doesn’t matter. Your orgasm crashes through you and all you can do is cry out wordlessly.
“Yesss. That’s it. Good girl.” Tim hisses as you clamp down around him and he swears he could fuck you all night long just to hear you cry out his name like that. He rocks you through it, his jaw clenching and he releases a deep groan as he buries his cock deep and cums inside of you, painting your walls.
You whine, loving the feeling of his hot cum filling you up. Panting as you try to catch your breath when he drops his head on your shoulder. “Fuck.”
“Fuck.” He echoes, his cock still hard inside of you. The mantra is still playing on the tv and it’s wiggled into Tim’s head, making him ache for more. “I need - wanna fuck you from behind.”
You are surprised that he can keep going, but you can’t deny that your body still aches for more. “Yessss.” You hiss, clenching down around him and biting your lip. “Fuck me again. Never stop fucking me.”
Tim groans, pulling out of you and his dark eyes focus on the cum dripping out of you and he watches you shift onto your knees. His fingers wrap around his cock as you position yourself until he’s notching himself at your entrance and pushes into you with a groan.
“Fuck!” You cry out, enjoying the sharp ping of pain when he pushes deep and his cock hits the back of your cervix from this angle. “Jesus how are you single with a dick like that?” You moan.
“The job.” He chuckles, grabbing your hips and he starts to push deep, setting another harsh pace. “Divorced. Father of one. Not exactly - exactly Prince Charming.” He says breathlessly as his cock hits hard against your cervix.
“Fuuuuuuck.” You whine, dropping your head down onto the back of the sofa and rocking your hips back. “Don’t- fuck, don’t stop.” You beg him, barely getting the words out as he slams into you over and over again.
“I can’t.” He says truthfully and he slams into you, over and over. Desperate to hear and feel you cum for him again. “Can’t fucking stop. You’re - shit - this pussy is - fuck. Never wanna pull out.”
Moaning softly, all you can do is clench around him while you take his cock over and over again. Feeling like he's in your guts every time he snaps his hips forward and you want him even deeper. "Don't." you pant over your shoulder. "Just fuck me forever."
Tim nods, sweat glistening on his forehead and neck as he pushes into you over and over again. “I will, baby. Oh I fucking will.” He promises and groans when you clench around him. The tv keeps flashing and he hears ‘Fuck’ in the back of his mind over and over. “Jesus Christ. Never wanna stop.”
Your eyes slip closed. 'Fuck' flashing in your mind over and over again. Like you are possessed by this need to fuck. You moan his name and push your hips back. Needing more. Needing him deeper inside you. It doesn't matter that you've always dreamed of having sex with him, you need more of it. You whine, biting your lip so hard that you almost feel your teeth break the skin. Humming in agreement as you push back more forcefully. Letting his hips slam against your ass hard enough to rock you forward and press your chest against the back of the sofa.
“Good girl. That’s it. Yes. Yes.” Tim grunts, loving how you are pushing back against him. “Keep going. Keep - fuck - need you to cum again.” He pleads, leaning over your body to kiss along your neck, his hand cupping your tit to squeeze and pinch the nipple.
Gasping at the pain, you reach down. Frantically rubbing your clit as he hammers into you from behind. Striking that perfect spot deep inside you. "Gonna cum!" you squeal seconds before you clench down around him.
“That’s it, baby. Cum. Cum. Shit - need you to-” He chokes when you clamp down on his cock and he groans when you soak him, his cock nearly trapped inside of you but he manages to move to work you through it and he’s so close. “Shit. Baby. I- I’m gonna - I gotta - fuuuuuuckkkk.” He growls as he cums for the second time, painting your walls.
Whimpering Tim's name, you relax into the sofa, feeling him coating the inside of your cunt in his seed. Closing your eyes and sighing at the feeling, a small smile on your face. "So good. Feels so good." You moan quietly.
Tim exhales shakily, turning his head to see the screen has gone gray and he pants, leaning in to kiss your neck before he slowly pulls out of you, his cock finally going soft. “Shit.” He hisses and shifts to sit down on the sofa.
You turn slightly, grabbing your ruined shirt to sit down so you don’t leak cum all over the sofa. Other officers use it too. “God.” You pant, flopping back and trying to catch your breath. “That was- holy shit.”
Tim’s chest heaves, the mantra finally leaving his mind and he leans against the sofa after tucking himself away. “I guess…I guess it’s not, uh, it’s not a snuff tape.” He chuckles breathlessly.
"No." You frown slightly, wondering why it was said to be a snuff film when you think you saw both people in the film, alive and exhausted. "I- it was so strange. I kept seeing the word 'Fuck' flash on the screen between the scenes. Did you?"
“Yeah. It’s like - it’s like it burned into my retinas and all I could think of was fucking you and Jesus…I - did you want me to - or have I just-?” He can’t even sound out his thoughts, too horrified at the thought of it being what it could be.
"No!" Your eyes widen and you quickly shake your head. "I wanted you to." You promise, rushing to reassure him that it was something you had been very enthusiastic to experience. "I needed you too. It was like I had to have you or I was going to go crazy." You admit. "I thought I was pretty good at hiding my feelings."
The detective’s head swivels over to look at you. “You mean you- this wasn’t just the crazy hypnosis snuff video? You - Christ above, sweetheart. You have any fucking idea how many times I’ve thought about touching you…about being inside you…about loving you.” He adds softer than his prior exclamation.
You bite your lip, trying and failing not to grin at his confession. It seems like what could have been something troubling has turned out pretty fucking good. "So, I guess it was a good thing that you watched this with me rather than Robertson." You joke softly.
Tim’s eyes go wide as he turns to look at you, “thank the fucking Lord.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “That video…I don’t know what the fuck that was but we, uh, we gotta report it because this - it might not be so consensual for the next ones that get it and it could be dangerous.” He says, trying to focus on his job again instead of the way your lips look utterly kissable again.
"Who gave you this tape again?" You ask with a frown. "Why would they tell you it's a snuff film when it's.....obviously not?" It is concerning that it was given to a detective, and you wonder if it was meant to cause havoc in the department. Or the crime lab. "Normally this would be examined by the crime lab......not us."
“Yeah. The, uh, you know Greg? He gave it to me. Told me the crime lab didn’t have a working VHS so I’d have to watch it if I wanted to get the evidence from it.” He says and frowns, “he - he kinda knew I had a thing for you. Might’ve mentioned it when he noticed how pissed I’d get when the others talked about you behind your back.”
"Others talk about me?" You frown slightly, although you know shit talking is a part of being a cop. Especially a female detective in a male dominated field. "And Greg told you to watch this...with me?"
“They - they talk about your body. Your ass…what they wanna do to you. I- I try to shut them down. Say it’s disrespectful and yeah…he told me to get the captain to have you assigned to the case and I thought it was just to have your brains on the case…not - not this.” He gestures to the tv.
"Do you think Greg knew what was on the tape?" You ask quietly. reaching out and taking his hand and squeezing it gently for his kindness. For sticking up for you.
Tim looks down at your hands and shakes his head, “I don’t know babe. I- shit. I’m so sorry I put you in this situation. We gotta try and trace this tape back. We can’t let this shit get out.” He says, caressing the back of your hand with his thumb.
"I know." You nod as you look over at where the tv is still displaying a gray screen. "Maybe we need to take the video out of the station." You hum. "You know how nosy all these assholes are."
Tim nods, “I can take it home. Hide it.” He says, squeezing your hand again. “And I- I wouldn’t mind going to dinner with you sometime.” He adds, staring at the gray screen as he anxiously awaits your answer.
"I don't think we are going to get much work done tonight." You admit. "And I don't know about you, but I'm starving." You shrug. "I would say let's go to that dinner around the corner, but you ripped my shirt, so how about I make you dinner at my place?"
Tim nods, “how about I meet you at your place and I can pick up some Chinese food. Save you cooking.” He adds, “and then maybe we can talk about what happened when we are clear headed.”
"That sounds good." You agree, standing up and picking up your panties and pants after you tuck your boobs back into your bra. You wonder if he will blow you off, or if he wants to actually meet you at your place.
He knows your order from late nights in the station with everyone. He stands up, adjusting his shirt and he grabs his tie, shoving it into his pocket. “Sorry about your shirt. You, uh, want to use my jacket?” He offers, knowing you’ll want your decency when you leave.
"I've got an extra shirt in my desk drawer." You tell him with a grin. "For those all nighters." You know he understands that. Most detectives keep a complete change of clothes in a drawer just in case. "But help me hunt down the buttons?"
Tim nods, kneeling down and he blushes when he sees how far the buttons went. “I was - Jesus. That video made me feral.” He admits and picks up a few buttons. He hands them to you and when you stand there, he gently reaches up to cup your cheek, his eyes meeting yours as he leans in to kiss you softly.
You've kissed, but it had been frantic and needy. This is so much more gentle. A real kiss that is not because of that video. "I- thank you." You murmur quietly.
“You deserved better than that for our first time.” He murmurs as he pulls back, “I’ll make it up to you.” He promises as he looks at you. “Lemme grab your shirt from your desk just in case.”
“I don’t know.” You admit as you pull your pants back on. “I think multiple orgasms and being fucked within an inch of my life was a great first time.” You laugh. “Although I’m a little disappointed I didn’t get to suck your cock.”
Tim smirks, feeling confident now that you want him again and enjoyed earlier. “Don’t you worry baby. Maybe later…we can explore each other a little more.” He smirks and you giggle. “Let’s get out of here.” He says, walking over to the TV to eject the tape.
“That’s an amazingly suggestive tape.” You hum as you watch him analyze the tape like it might tell him its secrets. “Let’s go, Rockford.” You order with a smirk. “I’m starving and the captain authorized overtime, but I’d rather have our next viewing of the tape be in my bed.”
Tim’s eyes widen, “you wanna - I’d rather have you without watching the tape.” He tells you and you smirk, nodding, “that’s exactly what I’m suggesting.” He grins and follows you into the bullpen so you can collect your things. “You wanna come in my car or I can follow you?”
You smirk and shrug. "I might as well take my car." You tell him, "since I think that we won't be back in the office until next week." You wink at him. "Might cause some rumors if I leave it here."
Tim nods, willing to follow your lead and he grabs his things as you put the shirt on. “Come on, babe.” He says once you’re ready and he guides you out of the station to your car, glancing around to check out the surroundings like he always does.
You smile at the way that his hand rests on your hip. Protective and possessive. Waiting until you unlock the door to hold it open for you. "I'll meet you at my place?" You ask, glancing over at him. "You remember how to get there?"
He knows where you live, having dropped you off during late night stakeouts and ops. He waits until you’re in your car with the door locked before he makes his way over to his vehicle, quick to leave the parking lot and follow you to your house.
It's a bit nerve wracking, knowing Tim is following you. Excited in a way that you don't understand, you keep watching his car in your rearview mirror.
He grips the steering wheel, a little nervous actually to be going to your place if you are regretting sleeping with him. He calls up the Chinese restaurant to place your orders and he makes his way there. After picking up the food, he makes his way to your place and rings the doorbell with the food in hand.
In the spare time you had while Tim got the food, you had jumped into a quick shower. Bare feet and comfortable clothes are what greets him when he knocks on the door and you open it with a smile. "Hi." You greet him, waving him in. "Do you want a beer? Something stronger?"
Tim chuckles, “tempted to have something stronger but a beer will do. I don’t wanna be on anything around you. Especially after that fucking tape.” The tape is currently hidden in his glove box. “I wanna be sober around you.”
You nod in agreement and lean in to press your lips to his. "A beer it is." You hum, closing the door behind him and leading him into the kitchen. "I'll get the beers and some plates."
Tim checks your door is locked before he follows you into the kitchen, setting the bag of food down on your counter. “I haven’t been in here since you hosted that party after Samson closed that cold case.”
“Yeah, that’s been awhile.” You open the fridge and grab two beers to open before you turn back to him. “That was right after you and your wife divorced.” You wince slightly. “I’m sorry about that. I know it was rough. I hated that you were under a lot of stress during that time.”
Tom shakes his head as he takes the beer from your hand. “It was over a long time ago. We - we stayed together for our son and - shit. She really gave me hell.” He confesses, “anyway. I, uh, I guess I never really asked about your dating life. Never wanted to know if you had a boyfriend that I could be jealous of.
“No dating life, not when I wanted someone at work.” You confess.
Tim's eyes widen as he absorbs your words before he chuckles, "you mean you were lusting after Jackson?" He teases, knowing the nearly retired old man is not the one you wanted. "I, uh, seriously though...I didn't know. I was a little busy eying you up without being a creepy asshole." He admits, licking his lips.
“You shouldn’t have worried about being creepy.” You smile softly. Despite the fact that you had been junior to him. It’s one of the reasons you respect him, he wouldn’t abuse his authority. Now both of you are equals, so there is no worry about improprieties. “Although now you can eye me up however you want.”
"Well that's good to know." His eyes slowly trail along your body, enjoying the fact that he can unashamedly admire you. "You're so fucking pretty, baby." He says after a moment, his fingers flexing around the beer bottle.
“Do you want to eat and talk, talk or just eat?” You ask, not sure what he wants to do. Despite the fucking that had happened at the station, you still want to touch him, but you know you can’t just act like a horny teenager.
"Let's talk and eat. You need to eat after how I - you know." He clears his throat and blushes a little. "I kinda - I kinda wanna touch you again but only if you want." He adds, suddenly nervous.
“I want to touch you too.” It’s endearing that he had fucked you so hard earlier and now he’s blushing. “If you want, of course.” You smirk slightly as you turn back to the cabinets to get the plates and silverware.
Tim’s eyes drop down to your ass as you get the plates. “Of course I want to.” He scoffs like you asked him a ridiculous question. “Baby, let’s sit down and eat. You need food after I - well, I’m starving.” He admits, taking out the containers after opening the bag.
You hum, dipping out some of the food onto plates and take them over to the small table while Tim carries the beers. “We do need to refill the tanks, so to speak.” You laugh. “I have to admit, I was shocked when you kept fucking me.”
“So was I!” Tim exclaims with wide eyes. “I ain’t eighteen anymore and I- shit - that kind of stamina…not my normal gig I gotta be honest. Usually I cum once and that’s it. I need a nap and a snack before I’m ready to go again.”
“A nap and a snack, huh?” You giggle at that, finding him too cute and you lean over to press a kiss to his lips. “I’m normally a ‘once and I’m good’ kind of girl too. But tonight?” You point to his sweet and sour chicken. “Eat your snack baby.”
He grins, liking the way you think and he must admit he’s eager to have you again. He grabs a plate to start serving up his food and he grabs his beer and follows you into the living room after you’ve grabbed your own plate. “You wanna watch something on RV?” You ask and Tim bites his lip, “maybe not the best considering the last thing we watched.”
You snort and nod, biting your lip as the two of you sit down. “So, where do you see this going?” You ask quietly. “Something serious? Causal? I wouldn’t blame you after the divorce.”
Tim sets his plate down on your coffee table, "honestly? I kinda want to date you. I want to take you out for dinner and see where this goes." He admits, "unless you want casual but...I'm not really a casual kind of guy."
“I don’t really like casual either.” You admit, turning towards him after setting your own plate down. “I would have put up with it for you.”
He's taken back at your confession and he smiles, "guess we both suck at casual. I was thinking about asking you out, you know? I just didn't want to be that creepy older guy that asks you on a date and makes it awkward at work when you said no."
“I would have said yes.” You promise, leaning in and touching his hand. “Tonight just….sped up the timeline.” You joke. “And will give us one hell of a first date story.”
Snorting, he nods as he takes a bite of orange chicken as he squeezes your hand with his free one. “Yeah. Maybe we can edit it a little bit.” He teases, “and hopefully you include the detail of me having a big cock.” He jokes, winking at you.
You giggle and your cunt clenches. “Don’t worry. That fact will be repeated with the high praise on how well you use that cock.” You promise. “Don’t think I’ve ever been fucked so well.”
Tim can’t help but grin with pride at your statement and he swears he will make you feel that way if you let him touch you again. “Sounds good to me, sweetheart.”
Both of you finish your meal, chatting about different things, different cases you had been working on. Setting your plate down with a content sigh, you drain the last drops of your beer and look over at Tim. “So, do you want to go back to my bedroom? We could take a nap, or….”
He watches you for a moment, “bedroom…I wanna touch you in a bed. I wanna have my mind be my own when I touch you next.” He says, reaching for your hand to pull you closer so he can lean in and press his lips to yours.
You can agree with that. As much as you needed him back at the station, you want to be in control. This time, your arms go around his neck because you want to keep the kiss going, slowly feeling his mouth out as it starts to deepen.
His tongue slides against yours and he groans into your mouth, loving how you feel as your fingers tangle in his hair. “Fuck.” He grunts into your mouth when you’re a little rougher but he loves it.
You love how his embrace is solid. The steady weight of him beside you makes you shift to straddle him. Settling back into his lap and pressing close, there’s not the urgency of before, but you are learning each other
His hands trail along your body, enjoying how you feel pressed against him, and the kisses are slow, passionate and he loves it. His hands slide down to squeeze your ass and he can’t resist slapping your cheeks before he grabs them again.
“Tim!” You gasp into his mouth and laugh, enjoying the smug smirk on his handsome face. Reaching up, you tangle your fingers back into his hair as you continue to make out. You know how he feels inside, but this is almost more intimate.
He kisses along your jaw, down your neck and bites gently over your pulse. “You’re so Goddamn beautiful. Inside and out. Why you want me, I’ll never know.” He confesses, knowing he’s fucked up but he’s gonna take this opportunity to be with you by the fucking horns and ride it as long as you want him.
“Because you are a good man.” You’ve seen plenty of men who pretend to be good but they are rotten at their core. Tim Rockford is honest, noble. “I want to take you to bed,” you confess softly. “Can you go again, or should we just cuddle?”
Tim nods, "I can go again." He is surprisingly half hard and he rocks up to grind against you, showing you he can be ready. "Let's go to your bedroom." He says, smacking your ass again and you stand up. He stands up after you and takes your outstretched hand as you guide him to your room.
In your bedroom, that’s where your personality shines. The bright, beautiful colors of your bedding and the natural light. The bookshelves are loaded down with novels and the slightly messy open closet door. “Sorry.” You move to close the door. “Didn’t think I would have company today when I left.”
Tim snorts, "this is nothing. You should see my place. It's chaos. My boy leaves his fucking legos on the floor and guess who steps on them in the middle of the night?" Tim asks you, eyebrows raised.
You giggle, imagining him cursing and stumbling over the blocks in the dark. “Ouch.” You wince sympathetically. “I know that hurts.”
"It does." He tells you with wide eyes, glancing around your room before he exhales softly and steps closer to you. He reaches up to cup your cheek, "I really do think you're beautiful." He murmurs, his dark eyes burning into yours. "Can I eat you out?" He asks, curious if you'll be happy for him to do that.
It’s your turn to be surprised by the request. “I- yes.” You sputter. “It’s- are you sure? You want to do that? I mean, I’m not complaining, but we- you came inside me.”
Tim snorts, “I put it there. I’m sure I can clean up my mess.” He says and smirks at you, reaching for the hem of your shirt. “Let’s get naked. I wanna see all of you. Wanna taste every inch of you. Take my time.”
“It’ll be nice seeing you this time.” You admit with a grin, letting him pull your shirt over your head and reaching for the buttons of his collared shirt. “Never had a boyfriend who would go down on me after sex.” You admit with a giggle.
Tim lets you push his shirt off of his shoulders and he’s a little self conscious. He’s not toned. He’s strong but he’s not abs and no body fat. He likes his food and he doesn’t tend to have a lot of time to exercise. He flusters slightly when you run your fingers down his chest.
“Sexy,” you coo softly, wanting to touch and kiss every inch of him. You knew that you were attracted to Tim, but your cunt is dripping at the sight of his chest and he hasn’t even removed his pants yet. “So fucking sexy.”
“You are.” He hums with a smirk and he reaches for your bra, unclasping it to pull it down your arms before he flings it across the room. “Baby. Fuck. You’re so sexy.” He murmurs and reaches up to cup your tits, squeezing them. “Great tits.”
You laugh, amused at the awe-filled look on his face as he palms your tits. As if he can't believe that he is touching them. "You've got a great cock." You hum, reaching down and cupping him. "Feels good. I want to see how it feels in my mouth instead of my pussy."
Tim groans at your filthy words. "Shit baby. You - you are fucking incredible." He compliments you as he gropes your tits. "Wanna - wanna make you cum. How do you wanna cum?" He asks, curious and eager.
You whine, eyes closing at the feeling of his hands on your body and the promise in his words. Anything you want is yours it seems. “I want you to eat me out.” You admit breathlessly. If his head game is good, this man is the complete package.
"Fuck. Take your pants off." He demands, his cock aching in his pants and he decides to push them down after unbuckling his belt. His boxers soon follow after he kicks off his shoes while you strip down to nothing. "Shit. So fucking gorgeous. Lay down." He demands again, the edge in his voice is raspy but commanding.
You shiver, laying down and wondering why it’s so sexy that he is taking control. You watch him, greedy as your eyes roam over his nude body. “Come here.” You beg, wanting him to touch you.
He shifts to kneel on the bed, his hands trailing along your thighs until he's pushing your legs open so he can take in the sight of your cunt. "Fuck, I-" He can't say another word as he surges forward to bury his face in your cum slick folds.
Crying out, your hands tangle in his hair. Closing your eyes, you enjoy how eagerly his tongue flicks over your clit. It’s magical, breath stealing as he devours you. Making you so glad that you had invited him home.
He groans into your flesh, loving how you taste, and he hisses when you tug on his hair in a way that makes his cock twitch against your sheets. His fingers dig into your thighs as he keeps you spread open so he can devour you.
Tim isn’t proper when he is eating you out. He’s messy, ravenous. The sexy little grunts and sighs as he takes you apart with every flick of his tongue has you moaning his name, rolling your hips down to meet his eager tongue.
"Fuck. You taste-" He groans as he pulls back for a second before he surges forward to bury his face in your folds again. He loves the tangy taste of your arousal and the salt of his cum. He doesn't give a shit about tasting his own essence on your flesh and he laps at your clit.
“Tim, oh fuck, baby.” You moan, rolling your hips again and whimpering his name once more when he tightens his grip on you.
He shifts, letting go of your flesh so he can push two thick digits inside of you. Calloused from holding a pen all the damn time and he curls them before he resumes sucking on your clit like a candy.
“Shit.” You hiss, shuddering and your breath catching at the curl of his fingers deep inside of you. Pressing perfectly against that magical place that makes you squeal out his name when he presses again.
He groans your name, “that’s it baby. That’s it.” He mumbles into your cunt when your walls flutter around his fingers, pressing against that spot over and over again. “Cum for me.” He demands before he resumes sucking your clit.
It doesn’t take you long. Only a few more minutes before he is pulling you apart. Your nerves fraying and your entire body bursting with pleasure when you start to come apart. Crying out his name and flooding his mouth with your cum.
Tim eagerly laps up every drop. He pumps his fingers into you, loving how you moan and writhe under his mouth. He caresses your thigh as he works you through it until he feels you relax, practically melt into your mattress.
You whimper, letting go of his hair and trying to drag him up to you for a kiss. Desperate to give him the same kind of pleasure that he had just given you.
His lips meet yours and he slowly withdraws his fingers, enjoying the way you slide your tongue against his and his wet digits grip your thigh. “Wanna be inside of you again.” He murmurs between kisses he presses to your jaw, needing to hear you say you want him again.
“You don’t want me to suck your cock?” You ask breathlessly. You’ve imagined it so many times but if he would rather fuck you, you are all for it. “I will always want you inside me.”
Tim bites his lip as you lay under him. “I kinda want you to suck my cock. Then I want to fuck you.” He decides and you giggle, pushing on his chest. He obediently shifts to lay down, his hard cock resting on his stomach and you move onto your knees.
“Fuck.” You whimper, wrapping your fingers around his cock and giving him a slow squeeze. “Imagined myself on my knees for you so many times.” You admit. “Even wondered if I could fit under your desk.” That makes you giggle again, imagine having his cock down your throat while he types up a report. “Now I get to taste you.” Lowering your head, you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, tongue pressing against the bead of pre-cum.
“Oh fuck.” Tim hisses when you take him into your mouth, your lips wrapping around the head of his cock. “Baby. You look so pretty like this.” He murmurs, unable to close his eyes, wanting to see every second of this and burn it into his memory.
You preen under his praise, taking him deeper and wanting to give him the best blowjob he’s ever had in his entire fucking life. Holding onto his hip while you take him down to the back of your throat and swallowing around him.
“Jesus.” Tim hisses as you swallow around him, your jaw almost unhinged as you take him deeper and your eyes are watering. “Fuck, sweetheart. Look so good.” He murmurs, reaching down to caress your cheek, enjoying the feel of his cock pressing against your cheek.
You hum, letting it vibrate through him with a grin. Enjoying the feeling of his hand on your cheek while you concentrate on not choking. You want to take him deeper, to wrap your lips around the base and you slide your fingers out from around the base to hold onto his hips.
“Oh oh oh shittt.” He hisses before he pants, his cock twitching down your throat as your nose brushes the coarse hair at the base of his cock. “Baby. Baby. Shit. You gotta - I can’t - it’s too much.” He admits and grabs the back of your neck, trying to pull you off of his length.
You lift off of him with a gasp of air. “You don’t want to-“ you bite your lip but Tim shakes his head. “Want to be inside you.” He reminds you, rolling your body under his again and your legs fall open to brace on either side of his hips.
He’s slower this time. Hovering over you, he reaches down to grip his cock and he positions himself at your entrance. He pushes into you, his eyes flicking up to meet yours as he braces his hand on the side of your head.
This time, he slides into you an inch at a time. Slow enough that you swear you feel his heartbeat fluttering against your pussy walls. Letting you moan softly and wrap your legs around his back, heels pressed into his tiny ass as you enjoy being split open by him again.
He exhales shakily once he’s fully inside of you. Groaning your name as he leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips. “Fucking perfect.” He murmurs, cock twitching when you clench around him. “Gonna take our time. Want you to cum again for me.”
As frantic as the time in the station was, this is equally as slow. More like love making than anything else as Tim slowly pushes and drags his cock in and out of your walls. It's a good thing, since you are a little sore from earlier, but you wouldn't have him stop for anything in the world as you two kiss.
His lips press against yours over and over again, his weight shifting onto his forearms so he can press his body against yours. Your heels dig into his ass, pushing him impossibly deeper with every thrust into you and he swears he could stay like this forever.
You moan his name, holding him tight as you move with him. Wanting to be as close as you can get without crawling up inside his skin. “Fuck.” You whimper, his pelvis rubbing against your clit as he grinds down into you. It’s intense and totally consuming in the best possible way as he builds you back up.
"So fucking beautiful. So fucking smart. Too good for me. Too fucking good for me." He murmurs as he kisses along your neck while he rocks into you, his hand reaching back to lift your thigh higher so he can grind even deeper into you.
“Why?” You gasp out, unable to comprehend why he would think you’re too good for him. “Handsome, smart, sexy, capable.” You groan, clenching around him. “You’re a fucking catch.”
Tim chuckles against your neck. “I fucking - I got more baggage than a Goddamn airport, baby girl. I gotta - I have an ex wife and a son. It’s not - most women don’t wanna get involved in the drama.” He explains breathlessly as he rocks into you.
“No drama.” You moan, tightening your legs around him. “Mileage.” You tease playfully. Despite having an ex-wife, you know that he’s a good man, not a perfect one - but a good man. His son, well, he would be part of the deal and you couldn’t imagine thinking otherwise.
“Mileage.” He repeats with a chuckle. “Like an old corvette.” He jokes and slides his hands under you, getting even closer to you. His hips rock against yours a little faster, wanting to feel you cum around him.
“Classics are still fucking sexy.” You whimper when he hits deep inside you, striking the perfect angle. “There, fuck, right there Tim.” You beg, digging your nails into his shoulders.
He frowns, concentrating on that spot to make you cum. He pushes into you a little faster, not changing the angle of his hips and he watches your brow furrow and your mouth fall open. “Shit baby. Look so good.” He murmurs, “You gonna cum for me?”
“Yes!” You gasp, feeling the tension nearly snap the next time his hips rocket forward. Almost cumming right then. You just need one more thrust. Your body lurches when he pulls back, lifting up to meet him, and you squeal his name when he thrusts back into you, making stars erupt behind your eyes.
“Shit.” Tim hisses when you clamp down on his cock. “That’s it baby. Shit. So tight.” He pants, loving how wet you feel around him as your nails dig into his back. He works you through it, slow and deep despite the vice grip on his cock, and he kisses slowly along your neck.
“So good.” You whimper, panting for breath as you come down from your high. “Want you to cum.” You murmur softly. “Fill me up again.”
Tim clenches his jaw, his pace picking up a little more as you tell him to cum. He pants, rocking into you harder and faster, practically folding your body in half as he seeks his own high until he chokes, his body coming to a halt as his cock twitches. His hot cum paints your walls and he hisses your name as he rides his orgasm.
He’s fucking gorgeous when he cums. His eyes are closed, jaw slack with pleasure as he pumps you full of cum. Groaning and twitching deep inside of you, making you moan again. “Fuck baby.” You coo, caressing his neck and cheek. “Amazing.”
He exhales heavily as he relaxes. His lips meet yours as he leans down to kiss you. The kiss is slow, his tongue caressing yours, and he enjoys being inside of you.
You let the kiss linger, not in any rush to pull away and you don’t drop your legs from around him until your breathing has calmed down.
Tim nudges his nose against yours, shifting onto his side with you while he's still inside of you, not wanting to pull out just yet. "So I should definitely take you on an actual date." He says, his dark eyes on you.
“Maybe.” You smile as you answer him, leaning up for another kiss. “Maybe a romantic crime scene. We can flirt over evidence markers.”
Tim chuckles, “we do that anyway. But I mean, an actual dinner. Wanna take you out. Wine and dine you. What do the kids say nowadays?” He teases, nudging his nose against yours. “Well, they say Netflix and Chill.” Tim snorts, “pretty sure we already did that. Snuff Tape and Fuck.” He jokes before his face gets serious, “dinner. Wanna treat you right.”
“That sounds good to me, detective.” You murmur with a smile. While you don’t know why the film came to be in your possession or who had made it, you’re sure that you’ll figure it out. After all, Tim Rockford is a legend on the police force, solving cases and in this case, putting this one to bed.
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Soap was definitely a jeans and t-shirt type of man. Hated penguin suits for the life of him. But when the team saw him come in with a clean pair of dark denim jeans, a forest-green plaid dress shirt, and a dark brown buttoned vest with tan leather straps, they knew something was up; he’d even gotten a new pair of dark dress shoes. He was running a hand through his gelled hair, a little longer than usual, but clean-shaven head and face, the scent of wintergreen aftershave wafting around him, mixing with the smoky, tobacco and cedarwood cologne he was wearing.
Price looked up from his deck of cards, looked down, then back up in shock. “Soap?”
The sergeant blinked, fixing the button of his vest, before fumbling with the gold chain that connected from his button to the watch in his pocket. “Yeah, Cap?”
“Uh…where you goin’, son?” he asked and Soap flushed a little, clearing his throat as he shifted on his feet.
“Got a date.”
Ghost snorted. “With the lass he’s been head over heels about for the last six months.”
Gaz shook his head. “You’ve been dating someone?”
“Won’t shut up about her,” Ghost answered, and Soap crossed his arms over his chest.
“I just wanted to make sure she was legit first. We’re not that serious.”
“Uh huh,” Ghost shot back. “Show us your phone background then.”
Soap blushed and shoved his phone in his pocket. “Fuck off,” he griped and looked at the captain. “I’ll be back by eleven. Call me if anything happens.”
Price waved him off. “Go have fun.” As soon as Soap disappeared, he turned on Ghost. “You didn’t tell me he was seeing someone.”
“It’s not my business,” he retorted.
“Of course, it is. Look at ‘im. He can’t be left alone to his own devices.”
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The night had gone amazing. The food was wonderful, the atmosphere was even better, and Soap was on cloud nine as he walked with her hand in his down by the water. He felt like a teenager again, his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest and as they came to a bench, she pulled him towards it.
“Can we sit?” she asked, and he nodded.
“Of course, love,” he said and sat down with her. She seemed nervous, fiddling with her hands. “Love? You alright? Look like you’re sweatin’ bullets.”
She sighed and nodded. “Yeah, I just need to tell you something. It’s…really important and I think it might define the rest of this night.”
Now, he was nervous, and he took her hand, gently rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. “Love, whatever you need to tell me, I’m listening.”
“I appreciate that,” she answered and took a deep breath, looking into his eyes as she said, “John, I’m not a biological woman.”
He blinked. “Huh?”
She gestured below her. “I’m not a biological woman. I was born a biological male. Y’know…male parts. Boy. Man.”
Soap nodded slowly. “So…you’re transgender? A male to a female?”
“Mhm.” She pulled her hand away, resting it in her lap. “I had my top and bottom surgeries a few years ago, and I’ve been on medication since I was a teenager.” Her eyes seemed sad. “I just…wanted to tell you this before things went farther. I know I waited a little longer than usual but I…I didn’t want to ruin things between us.” Tears gathered in her eyes. “I really like you, John. I mean, I really like you. And I want to keep seeing you, but if you aren’t comfortable with this, I understand a-and I won’t hold it against you if you want to stop seeing me. Some people are okay with dating people like me, and some aren’t. I just…needed you to know.”
Soap was quiet for a moment then he reached over a put his hand on her cheek, turning her face to his, thumb brushing away the tears on her skin, then he took his other hand and did the same before tilting her face up and down, side to side until a startled laugh escaped her.
“What are you doing, John?” she questioned.
He smiled at her. “Looking for all those wrinkles you must’ve gotten from frowning so much thinkin’ o’er how you were gonna tell me this.”
She laughed pitifully, a grimace coming over her lips after. “I once ended up in the ER for not telling a man I was seeing. Not that I think you would do something like that to me, I just, y’know…needed to be sure.”
Soap’s face turned uncharacteristically serious, and he promised, “Love, I will never lay my hands on you. For any reason.” He wiped her tears away. “And whether you are a biological woman or not doesn’t matter to me. I love you exactly for who and how you are. You’re perfect. In every way. I love you.”
She blinked, gaping at him. “You…you love me?”
Soap swallowed thickly, cheeks crimson as he pulled away and scratched the back of his neck, awkwardly stretching like he did when he was flustered. “I mean, I care about you greatly. A great deal. A large extent. Quite a lot.”
“You love me,” she repeated as she nuzzled into his side. “It’s okay, John, I love you too.”
He melted, wrapping his arm tight around her, squeezing her against him. “You make me really happy, love. And thank you for trusting me with this I know it was something important and I’m even sorrier if I made you feel like you couldn’t tell me.”
“John, you make me happy,” she answered, looking up at him. “And I told you this because I trust you. You have nothing to be sorry for.” She smiled. “Do you maybe want to spend the night at my place tonight?”
“I’d love to,” he said. “But do you want me to come over? I understand if you don’t want me to.”
“I wouldn’t ask if I wasn’t sure.” She smiled. “Besides, I want nothing more than to sleep next to you.”
“You won’t be next to me, love,” he said, standing from the bench, and pulling her with him. “You’ll be in my arms where you belong.”
Her smile rivaled the moon above and she wrapped her arms around his neck. “John MacTavish, you are a real catch, you know that?”
“Nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You are.” He pecked her lips. “I love you, lass.”
“I love you.”
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Azriel x Reader | Satisfaction pt2
Hey! Here’s a short lil part two! There will be one final part to this and it will be the smut you’ve all been waiting for! Let me know, do you prefer the smut from the reader’s POV or Azriel’s?
Thanks for all of your support!! 🫶🏻
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You skipped out on training the next day, claiming a hangover, but really you just didn’t want to face the other females. You knew they’d have questions about your date, and you didn’t know how to tell them that dreamy Ian was a complete and total disappointment in bed.
You’d stopped things before they went too far, claiming you wanted to take it slow, but in reality you just weren’t aroused by him.
It was odd, he was handsome enough, nice and charming and all the things a male was supposed to be, yet when you thought about his hands on your body you felt… nothing.
Now Azriel on the other hand… everything about him exuded sex. He could be fully clothed, sitting and reading a book and you’d be turned on.
One summer day it’d been the hottest weather you’d ever felt in Velaris, of course that didn’t stop Cassian from training. You’d stayed late to help one of the more shy priestesses with the self defense you’d been teaching, and were just cleaning up to leave, when you’d noticed Azriel across the ring, getting in some extra training himself. He was shirtless and sweaty, his brown skin and swirling tattoos on full display. Every muscle in his body worked in perfect tandem as he worked through the motions with lethal precision.
You weren’t sure how long you stared, mouth agape, and were especially thankful the shadow singer didn’t seem to notice. You probably would’ve watched him all day, had Nesta not come back outside to retrieve her water bottle, knocking you out of your daze.
The Valkyrie sent you a knowing look, and you prayed the smell of sweat covered your obvious arousal.
You’d spent the whole day replaying the scene in your head, shamelessly imagining what else the shadowsinger’s body could do.
That night you’d all gone out to Rita’s, and after one two many drinks, you’d found yourself standing outside his door. Thankfully you’d come to your senses before doing anything you couldn’t take back, and had slunk off to your own bed.
After that you’d started dating more seriously. You’d figured you were just lonely, and Azriel, being the only single male you were ever around, received the brunt of your attention.
But even after dating around, you still couldn’t help the carnal attraction you felt toward the male.
You’d tried to be flirty around him, trying to get a feel for how he felt about you, but you were way too introverted to be obvious about it, and it just ended up coming off as friendly.
Tonight Mor had planned a family game night. She’d pouted all day after Elain told her she and Lucien couldn’t make it, and had all but forced Amren to come. It was “very important” to her that you all spend time together, especially now that there were three mated couples in the group.
The first few games went as usual, Mor insisted mates weren’t allowed to be paired up, claiming the bond made it too easy to cheat. Unfortunately that allowed for a power duo of Rhys and Az. You played a few games, the two males dominating in every aspect, until the losing team (you and cassian) suggested you switch to drinking games instead.
You were two rounds of Never Have I Ever in,squished between Mor and Azriel on the couch, and you’d just refilled your glass. “My turn!! Let’s make things a bit more steamy” Mor shouted with a wink, determined to keep the game going. “Never have I ever…. Fantasized about someone in the circle. And mates don’t count!” She added, pointing a finger straight at a bewildered Feyre.
You looked around to see who’d drink first and saw Nesta shrug and take a gulp, Cassian smirked at her as he drank as well. Amren drained the rest of her cup, and you saw Azriel try to inconspicuously take a sip of his own. Feeling boldened by the alcohol, you took a swig of wine, Mor laughing beside you.
“Not sweet Y/N having impure thoughts!” Cassian gasped dramatically.
“Yeah Y/N, spill the beans, who are you thinking about late at night.” Mor wiggled her eyebrows and you felt yourself blush.
“That’s not how the game works! I took my drink and you can no longer question me.”
“Well there is one way to find out” Rhys winked at Mor, the smirk on his face causing you to feel even more unsettled.
“It’s all a numbers game. So, never have I ever, fantasized about… Cassian.” The high lord looked to you, but you didn’t budge. Nesta downed her drink while her mate whooped at her side. “Alright Feyre Darling, on to you.” Rhys smirked at his mate, knowing she’d play along with the elimination game.
“Never have I ever, fantasized about… Amren.” The high lady looked to you, gauging your reaction, but again, you stayed still. Mor and Nesta both drank, much to Amren’s satisfaction, and you knew eventually someone would mention the shadowsinger, but in your drunken state, you just didn’t care.
“I’m up!” Cassian scanned the room before his eyes landed back on you. “Never have I ever, fantasized about… Rhys.” The male’s eyes stayed glued to you, while you sat in defiance. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Rhys whispering to Feyre as she drank the last of her wine.
Nesta was next, and she gave you an absolutely devious look across the room. Your eyes widened as you realized this was it. She was no doubt thinking of that time she caught you ogling Az on the roof.
“Never have I ever, fantasized about… Azriel.”
The female’s smirk was positively wicked, and everyone’s eyes turned to you. With a dramatic sigh, you took a swig from your cup to a chorus of cheers from your friends. You felt Azriel tense beside you, and hoped you hadn’t just ruined a friendship.
“Happy now?” Your eyes shot daggers at Nesta who only laughed in response.
Azriel turned to you, and you shrunk back in embarrassment, trying to hide your deep blush behind your hair.
“I believe it’s my turn.” Azriel spoke, and everyone looked to him. “Never have I ever, flirted with a rose bush.” He smirked as Mor let out a cackle beside you “I forgot about that!”
“Hey! It was very dark and Rhys had challenged me to a shot contest!” Cassian sat forward in his seat and you let out a laugh.
“Drink!” The high lord said, pointing at the male.
“Fine!” Cassian took a swig of wine, “but to be fair, that rose bush had beautiful curves.”
As everyone laughed at Cassian’s antics you turned to Azriel and smiled, silently thanking him for taking the attention away from you.
The game quickly turned into a retelling of Cassian’s most infamous drunken escapades and before you knew it, it was very late and you were deliciously drunk. Everyone had slowly gone to bed, and eventually it was just you, Azriel and Mor.
Mor was retelling a story of your last visit to the summer court when you began to fall asleep, head dropping onto Azriel’s shoulder.
The shadowsinger gently nudged you awake a few minutes later, and you quickly got up, embarrassed that you’d fallen asleep on your friend. But standing up fast while you were drunk and half asleep wasn’t the best idea and you soon lost your balance. Azriel was there in a split second catching your arm before you hit the ground.
“Let me help you upstairs.” He said, a small smirk on his face.
You took the arm he offered and shamelessly reveled in how nice it felt to touch him. You stumbled up the steps and to your door, leaning on Azriel more than was probably necessary. Your drunken thoughts were spinning and you couldn’t help thinking about what you had revealed earlier in the night. You looked up at the shadowsinger and frowned. “Azriel,” you slurred, and he looked at you in response, humming with amusement. “I meant what I said earlier. I think about you… a lot. You’re so very attractive.” Azriel’s eyes went wide and he reached around you to open your door, “let’s get you to bed, okay?”
“Okay” you sighed, throwing yourself down on the bed.
Azriel helped you under the covers, making sure they were tucked up around you and leaving a glass of water on your bedside table.
“Need anything else?” He asked, leaning over your bed.
You reached your hand up and cupped his face, “you’re a beautiful male, Az.” You mumbled.
Azriel smiled, taking his hand in yours and placing a small kiss on the palm. “Goodnight, Y/N.”
“Night Az.” You breathed, as he closed the door behind him.
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Sincember Event❄️❄️
🔴Post Info: UA is an HBCU. Reader is black. The boys are Alphas and Reader is a Delta. Katsuki is frat prez, because we all know he's mixed🤣
🔴I had to do a lot of research on reindeer for this, lmao.
Rating: Suggestive🍭
"Baby! Oh my God! You look so pretty and dainty. Just like a deer!"
You couldn't help but laugh at Eiiji; he always got so enthusiastic watching you get dolled up for parties.
Tonight, Alpha Phi Alpha is hosting their annual Naughty vs Nice Christmas party. It's a costume party, so all frat members and pledges are required to dress up.
Eiji is pledging along with some of his classmates: Denki, Mashairo, Izuku, and Mineta.
The junior and senior members (Katsuki, Hanta, Shoji, and Shoto) had specifically instructed the pledges to dress up as Santa's reindeer while all of them would dress as elves. Katsuki, would of course be dressed as Santa.
With you being Eiijiro's girlfriend of a year now, of course he'd be bringing you along with him to this event.
Everyone who was anyone would be there, and lots of girls from your sorority, Delta Sigma Theta, would be there as well.
“Thank you, Eiiji! You’re such a cutie. Hey sweetie pie, will you please pass me my lip gloss on the desk over there?”
Your sweet, redheaded boyfriend nodded happily and got up from his seat on your bed to grab the makeup product for you. “Uh, baby, which one is it? There’s like fifty of them.”
His red eyes stared down at your makeup table which contained various products for primping.
The lip gloss you were speaking of was contained in a small jar. You had ordered it from one of your favorite Etsy shops.
With a small giggle, you walked over to help him out.
“This one, pumpkin. The lip creams. Thank you for trying, boo.” He blushed when you pecked him on the temple with your soft, plump lips.
Eiijiro, like the gentleman that he was, pulled out your vanity chair so you could sit down and apply the gloss, called Red Hot, to your pouty lips. After adding some lipliner and blending, your ensemble for the evening was finally complete.
“Okay, I’m ready, Eiiji.”
“Awesome! Well, let’s get to prancing then, my lovely little ungulate lady!”
“Ooo, big word! I see you’ve been studying your vocabulary lists!” He nodded profusely, making the antler headband atop his head bounce around.
Most of your peers think that Eiijiro is just a big, dumb jock but that couldn’t be further from the truth.
The two of you often have study dates in the campus coffee shop or either of your dorm rooms.
He knows that if he wants to stay on the football team and keep his scholarship that he’ll have to study extremely hard and you’re more than glad to help him out with his goals.
Your roommate, Mina, who just so happens to be a childhood friend of Eiiji’s, is almost never in the room so that gives the two of you a lot of alone time.
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The Party
“Hey! The golden couple has finally arrived, now shit can finally start getting interesting!” Denki bounded over to the two of you, his own set of antlers bobbing on his messy blonde bedhead. He threw an arm around Kirishima’s shoulders.
“Who are you supposed to be? Dasher?” You giggled as Eiijiro put Denki in a headlock with his elbow.
“Hey, did you guys know that Santa’s reindeer are actually all females? Because, you know, male reindeer actually shed their antlers and Santa’s are always depicted with their antlers.” Eiiji piped up, happy to share his knowledge.
“Wow, dude…that was uh, very thorough. Never would have pegged you for a biology major.” Denki snickered, along with Mineta who’d just strolled up.
“Don’t try to play my baby. He’s a biology and exercise science double major, so don’t do him.” You gave Eiijiro a peck on the lips, your gloss not even smearing.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Beefcake’s got brains and brawn, blah blah. Let’s get fucked up!”
Denki and Mineta high-fived before disappearing into the crowd.
That’s when you heard the music start up:
Unh, how you do that?
I’m trying to pursue that
“Oh shit, Eiiji, they’re playing our songs! You ready?!”
Eiijiro’s grin grew wide across his face and he licked over his sharp canines. One had a ruby red gem implanted in it.
“Ready when you are, babe!”
The two of you strutted to the middle of the dance floor, the party-goers immediately parted the sea and made room for the both of you.
This was the norm for you and Eiijiro whenever you attended Greek parties: your dancing always made you both the center of attention.
Drop it down on a nigga, do damage
Booty moving left to right, it’s panoramic
You bent down in front of Eiiji and touched your toes before sliding your hands up your legs. He grabbed you by your ‘reigns’ and made your ass collide hard with his crotch.
Panoramic, it’s panoramic
Panoramic, it’s panoramic
Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic
Drop it down on a nigga, panoramic
Thanks to you and Mina, he’d become a fantastic dancer. It probably also helps that you're on the dance team while Mina is a cheerleader.
That song hadn’t been playing long when the DJ suddenly switched it up:
All this money on me
All she tryna do is get naked
Naked naked naked
Like a red nose
Like like like like like a red nose
“Oh shit, babe; this one is my fav!” Eiiji hyped and you just laughed. You straightened your back and turned around to face him.
He grabbed your hips and you rested your hands on his forearms while moving your hips side to side with his.
The other patrons had cleared a space for the two of you in the middle of the floor.
All this money on me
Now come take it from a G
All she tryna do is get naked
Naked naked
And she gone shake it
Like a red nose
Like like like like a red nose
And she gone shake it
Like a red nose
Like a like a like a red nose
Eiiji then swiveled you back around and you pressed your ass back up against him. You rubbed it against him seductively then he used his thighs to bounce it from side to side.
Once again, Eiijiro grabbed your reigns and lifted you up slightly to slam his hips into your ass before letting you drop back down.
And she gone shake it
Like a red nose
Like a like a like a red nose
You twerked your ass from side to side while Eiiji held his arms at his sides then he dipped low and moved side to side with you.
And she gone shake it
Like a red nose
Like like like like a red nose
Eiiji patted your ass cheeks like a drum then grabbed your reigns and lifted his left leg up on the side of you with your ass pressed to his crotch.
And she gone shake it
Like a red nose
Like a like a like a red nose
He continued holding onto them while the two of you yiked faster and faster. The crowd broke out into cheers and applause, even hollering out your names.
After hearing all of the commotion, Katsuki came out, dressed like a cross between Santa and a bodybuilder while Shoto, Shoji, and Hanta trailed after him in red and green elf outfits.
“Brothers!” Eiiji smiled toothily and went in to give Katsuki a bro hug.
“The oldest and the coldest.” Shoto said in his monotone voice. Hanta snickered.
Katsuki rolled his vermillion eyes and shrugged Kirishima off of him.
"Okay, Rudolph, the Red-Haired Dipshit. Are you two almost done fucking on the dance floor so we can start the damn games?” Eiiji whined as Katsuki didn’t bother waiting for an answer and just walked away.
“Nice dancing!” Hanta gave him a grin and thumbs up before disappearing back through the crowd after Katsuki and the others.
“Come on Eiiji, let’s go show our faces and play stupid beer pong so we can ditch this and get some double-decker nachos.”
“Ooo, nachos! Come on, baby!” With a surprised squeal turned to giggle, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend’s muscular neck as he scooped you up bridal-style.
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After The Party
“Baby, -hic- they're -hic- being mean to me again~” Eiiji whined into your plush thighs as you sat criss-cross applesauce on your dorm bed.
You’d taken off your tight leather pants and now only had on your brown bodysuit. It was so cute how clingy and whiny your handsome boyfriend got when he was drunk. Your acrylic nails stroked his thick, spiked-up locks, making him hum into your lap then nip your thigh with his teeth. One of his big hands gripped the opposite thigh and smacked it.
He also got even more touchy-feely when he was shitfaced like this.
Denki and the others had to help carry him up to your room to keep him from making a complete idiot of himself and ending up getting them arrested for public intoxication.
"Aww, baby, what’s the matter? They wouldn’t let you join in their reindeer games?"
He shook his head sadly and hiccupped again, followed up by a loud belch.
“They said…baby, they said that my nose was too bright…and, and Katsuki said that I couldn’t guide his sleigh tonight!” He lamented, completely distraught. You had to bite down on the back of your hand to keep from laughing at him.
“Yeah baby, I’m pretty sure that Katsuki wouldn’t let you drive his truck in the condition that you’re in right now.” You patted his head.
“It’s not fair!”
With a gentle nudge, you removed his head from your thighs and cupped his cheeks. Leaning down to face him, you kissed both of his reddened cheeks.
Your soft, innocent actions had Eiijiro’s dick standing at full attention in about 2.5 seconds.
He suddenly sat up and grabbed your thighs again, tossing you up towards the headboard. The bounce of your body made him giggle as he hovered over you now.
“Ok, Rudolph, what are you planning?”
"I’m sorry, you just make me so horny, baby. These are horns, right?" He slurred drunkenly. The headband on his head flopped forward and then slid off, landing on your chest.
"Antlers, baby"
"Same thing, right?" He hiccupped again.
You chuckled with a shrug of your shoulders. Eiijiro didn’t seem perturbed though as he reached down to unbutton your bodysuit.
“Can I, baby? I want to make you moan,” He paused, fingers wobbling slightly, “like a wildebeest. Hey, what sound does a reindeer make?"
You were perplexed. "I-I don't know. It's like a moose, right?"
He shrugged. “Well, whatever it sounds like, I’m about to make you sound like that.”
“Oh, Eiiji, I think you need some water and some Tylenol-” You were cut off as he’d now unsnapped all the buttons and was rubbing your clit through your panties.
"Mmm, baby, let's play some naughty reindeer games of our own, yeah?”
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That damn look
Summary : Blurb. Pierre knows exactly what he’s doing shooting looks like that! Rating : 18+ Pairing : Pierre x Reader Word Count : <500 Warnings : sexual tension & slight descriptions of arousal. Implies male never quits trying to get a date. Gif credit : @gaslysric
You had worked really hard to get to where you were. It wasn’t like sports presenting teams were throwing jobs out at women, especially in motorsport. I mean, of course they were there but usually the men on the crew outweighed the females so it was defiantly a lot harder to convince people to take a chance on you.
So when you landed a job as an on air host of a popular F1 reporting team, it really did mean the entire world to you. The only problem came in the form of a cocky French driver who never made your job easy. Seriously it was like he actively went out of his way to flirt with you - even on air - and make zero effort in hiding his attraction. Usually you would have been flattered but it was getting increasingly hard not to react to him and stay professional. And he knew it. Sure, you couldn’t deny he was hot. He was very, very hot and so your type. You couldn’t resist the blue eyes and way he did that thing with his tongue. So many times your mind wandered while working. A dull ache formed between your thighs and you could always feel your panties getting slightly damp around him.
“So you never picked a day for that date you agreed too.” He practically purred over the metal fence. He motioned to his PR girl and said smugly; “Didn’t she promise last race? She said yes when I asked her only if she got to pick the day.” The girl nodded and you bit your bottom lip to stop yourself from completely and utterly falling under his spell. Pierre knew that you’d be patched into the live broadcast any second and the soul burning look he gave you almost had your knees giving way. Those blue eyes pierced straight into your soul. He had you, he knew he did. As you heard a countdown in your ear, he licked his lips and you had to look down at your notes to remember what you were supposed to ask him. Your mind had gone totally blank because of his antics. And most of all, you knew that he now would be expecting a date, time and location for this date he so badly wanted to take you on.
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Hi! First ask ever and English is not my native language so sorry if i mess up something or sound strange.
Please, i need to know more about 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 of your wip list. Anything you want to tell because i am frothing at the mouth at all of them but 4, 5, 9, 12 and 13 in particular.
Thank you thank you thank you! I'll give you a little bit of each of those fics! ❤
4) Oh, Brother. Funny thing about this fic, it was supposed to be a one-shot 😅 too many people liked it though, so I had to keep going. I actually just uploaded a new chapter today! A little summary - Soap and Ghost's families think they need help getting together, so they organize an aquarium date! (Plot twist, they did not need the help, but they loved the excuse to be around one another) It was my first attempt at keeping the boys in character, I think I've done okay.
5) I Don't Think We're in Space Anymore. Oh look at that, another one that was supposed to be a one-shot. Honestly this fic is the one I've put the most effort into. There's a ton of art linked to the fic, drawn by myself and my friend. Ive even been working on a hand written Journal for Soap for this AU. Pictures of those pages are in the fic, and here on Tumblr. Ghost is a shape-shifting alien, and Price decides to keep him. He's violent and destructive, and he's viciously protective of his team. Gaz and Ghost bond over star gazing, Ghost and Soap are both insanely horny for one another, and Laswell pretends she's not as attached to Ghost and his alien quirks as she actually is. (She loves him dearly.)
9) Is That Gonna be a Problem? This is the fic that was supposed to be my first attempt to write a realistic and in character version of the boys, but then Oh, Brother happened. In it, Ghost had met Johnny and his twin sister Jenny when they were kids, and decided to reconnect as an adult. It's going to follow Simon and the MacTavish twins as they get to know each other, and eventually how Simon and Johnny got together. And then of course, the 141 learning that they were together the whole time.
12) Outlaw Outta Time. I absolutely love Red Dead Redemption 2. One day I had the thought that Dutch Van der Lind would absolutely love Phillip Graves, and the idea grew from there. Its gonna have Ghost, Soap, Alejandro, and Rodolfo getting mixed up with the Van der Lind gang, looking for Graves, and trying to go home. All the while Arthur watches (established relationship) Ghost and Soap, and is jealous because he's been pining after a certain clumsy photographer (Albert Mason) but won't allow himself to have him. This story is another that I want to make a Journal for Soap, and also one for Arthur, so it's going to be a hell of a lot of work, and I'm excited for it! 😁
13) This one, I have the least for you. It doesn't have a name, all I have is the idea. I myself use they/it pronouns, and I honestly think Ghost would too. For this fic, Ghost would've been born female, had top surgery, and takes testosterone. Ghost is aware they present male, and therefore never corrects anyone for using male pronouns. Soap is straight. He's sure of it. Except Ghost gets him all hot and bothered. He's not sure how to feel about that. This fic is absolutely gonna end with Ghost riding Soap.
Thank you again for the ask! I hope this was sufficient, but if it wasn't, let me know!
#cod mw2#ghostsoap#soapghost#ghoap#fanfic#ao3#text post#call of duty#trans!Ghost#agender!Ghost#rdr2#arthur morgan#arthur morgan/albert mason
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What team Urameshi looks for in a partner 💚💙💜🖤
Yusuke:
So thankfully we already have a blueprint of what he likes
I present to you ✨Keiko Yukimura! ✨
This is the gold standard of what this man wants in his partner
He’s more female leaning buuuut I do get the vibe he’d be open to attempting to date men
He wants someone who isn’t afraid put him in his place when he’s getting out of hand
Someone that could put the fear of god in him with just one look
This dude fights demons on the reg, but the thing that will always scare the piss outta him is the partner he loves with all his soul being legit pissed at him
He also wants someone who’s smarter than him
He knows he’s an idiot, one of them has to be the smart one cuz it sure as hell ain’t this knucklehead 🥴
He won’t appreciate someone who’s controlling so please just let him take that long trip to demon world
He absolutely understands that sometimes asking for his partner to wait over 1 years for him to return is asking so much of a person’s patience but he will always appreciate and love his partner more for dealing with his shit
Once he does stay in one place, all he asks is that they just live life to the fullest everyday for the rest of their lives
Kuwabara:
Ok so like Yusuke, we also have a blueprint for Kuwabara!
✨the lovely Yukina✨
This is the type of person he wants as a lover
He wants someone who’s sweet & caring
Literally his bare minimum is that the person is capable of respect and empathy and has a kind enough soul to help when they can
He understands that they can’t help everyone in all situations
but it’s the drive to want to help everyone that he finds so attractive
He leans more towards preferring women but I have a feeling he’s experiment in his 20s
I don’t think he’d expect/want a combative partner
He’s more than capable of fighting to protect his lover so he’d rather they not fight, or at least not often
Deep down he’s scared to lose his lover because he wasn’t there for them so don’t think it’s because he thinks they’re weak
He absolutely doesn’t think his partner is weak! Ever!
Even if his partner is a healer, he recognizes the strength of heart to stay in a scary situation with a bunch of wounded people around them when they could run and no one would blame them for doing so
If anything he thinks he’s the weak one but wants to prove himself wrong by keeping his partner safe
He just wants that wholesome married life with a lover that loves him just as much as he loves them 😭🙏
Kurama:
Ok
So fox boy here is kinda tricky
Like in ever sense possible
Because he’s very much someone who feels very lax on preferences
Male or female?
Either is fine
Combatant or noncombatant
Either is fine
I think what it comes down to for him is intelligence and a strong bond
The intelligence point can go in either direction though
And I mean to the farthest extreme
Of course he’d like someone just as or even more intelligent than him
He likes having long adult conversations and let’s be honest…it’s not coming from his teammates 🤣
He like puzzles so having to work out how his partner thinks in his big foxy brain is very fun and enriching for him
But he also likes having conversations with people who are…we’ll use the word naive to be polite
Their world view is so innocent and pure and they’re usually very blunt so he’s just always gonna know what they’re thinking, it’s kinda refreshing tbh
What matters at the end of the day is that they’re loyal
He’s betrayed people before and people have betrayed him before
He knows what it’s like to be on both sides and he doesn’t want to cause his partner that kind of pain or be at the receiving end of that pain
Another big one for him is they absolutely, positively, must get along with his mom
And she’s gotta like them back
If they get him mom’s blessing, it’s basically a sealed deal for him
As far as he’s concerned, that’s the day they got married 🤣
If they want him to pull the ring out immediately, they gotta accept that he’s a demon
The moment he tells them about his past as Yoko and they take it super well
✨💍 ✨
Ngl, Yoko might come out to pounce them so fair warning
Also he’s a bit of a cheeky bastard who likes to tease and poke fun at people he’s comfortable with
His partner is no exception to this so he’s like them to have a sense of humor and not take life too seriously
Hiei:
Ooooh this guy
Oh this emotionally stunted gremlin man
Ok so first of all, he has no gender preference
He does not care what’s between your legs, he wants someone strong
Or at least someone capable of protecting themselves in a fight and can spar with him
Imma let y’all know rn that this is not a set rule
If all you have is an unbreakable will and a heart of gold, you have a shot
He will swear up and down that he prefers demons
And to an extent it’s true cuz humans have short lifespans and he doesn’t wanna deal with that
Show him genuine kindness and watch this mf fold like a lawn chair
Humans are usually the ones with the biggest hearts so I guarantee his partner is either gonna be a very kind human or a very kind demon
The bottom line is they just have to show genuine kindness and affection
It’s gonna freak him out but once he gets use to it, he ain’t ever letting go
He’ll cut his tongue out before he says it out loud but he kinda prefers dense, naive people
It’s pretty much the same reason as Kurama’s tbh
He likes blunt people and, in his experience…idiots don’t have filters and are very honest 🤣
He never has to read the mind of someone like that or even consider doubting them cuz they’ll just say what they mean and mean what they say
He kinda respects that
It’s also kinda hot to him
Hiei is moron-sexual confirmed 😂
He does like smart people but his best friend is Kurama…he’s kinda over Kurama’s bs and wouldn’t know how to handle 2 people like him in close proximity
Now if he manages to find a partner that’s a naive sweetheart but has an insane battle IQ
He might actually just pass away
That’s hot to him
They also shouldn’t be pushovers
If he’s being an asshat and barking up a storm, he wants them to bite him to make him tone down his attitude(sometimes literally)
Maybe it’s because he’s just so over how his old “family” treated him when he was a bandit
Maybe it’s the trauma of being rejected by his mother’s people and then getting thrown off a cliff
Maybe it’s the combination of the two
But the bottom line is he needs/wants someone who will love him unconditionally and be kind even when he’s being an asshole
#yu yu hakusho#team urameshi#yusuke urameshi#kuwabara kazuma#Kurama#yoko kurama#shuichi minamino#Hiei#yu yu hakusho headcanons
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Soundleasure | Choi San || CH. 3
Pairings: Soft!San x fem!reader || Strangers to lovers, fake dating
Genre: smut, angst, fluff, online sex, ghosting
Warnings: inexperienced!San, fem!reader, masturbation, online sex, camboy, first times.
Summary: You can do whatever you please and be whoever you want on the Internet. And San knew that a little bit too well.
After finally following all the signs the universe was throwing at him, he started living a double life that no one was aware of. Everyone in his daily life knew him as Choi San, the reserved and quiet boy who wouldn't raise his voice, and would barely communicate with anyone outside of his comfort group. But only a few knew him as Soundleasure, the man with a sexy voice and a filthy mind that had their toes curling just with his narrations.
He never thought of the possibility of those two lives ever meeting, he had always tried for them to follow a parallel route and had always played safe to keep his friends from ever suspecting that side even existed. But his plans will start to crumble when he gets a little too close with one of his subscribers and she invades his real-self and altergo's universes without being able to stop it.
Y/n will not only help him to keep his secret from his circle, but will also show him there's more of Soundleasure in him than he'd like to admit.
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MASTERLIST
Aprox. time of reading: 15 minutes
Chapter warnings: Dirty talk, masturbation (female and male)
Ever since that first day, the conversations between them were quite frequent. Y/n had a type of attraction he just couldn't resist. Maybe it was the way she wrote those messages, letting her personality get through each one of the words that popped on his screen. She was charismatic and funny, she just made it easy for him to talk to. He usually never felt that way with anyone. Even at times, it took him a bit out of him to keep conversations with Wooyoung or Mingi -although they were his closest friends.
Not with Y/n though.
As soon as she felt the conversation was close to dying, she brought up a new topic onto it to keep it alive. And he followed easily, wanting as much as her to keep the conversation going. She was the perfect balance of sexy and friendly. There were some times she'd flirt or send something with a double meaning, but she was also interesting.
By the way she talked, San could tell her job was no joke. She had mentioned a few times how her team had her back whenever she needed, but still wasn't allowed to take a breath whenever she was too overwhelmed by work.
Y/n: You make me feel so comfortable though. I really like talking to you (leaving your videos aside)
San: You also make me feel great. I don't have it easy to connect with people, but it goes so natural with you
Y/n: I can't buy that. You seem quite easy-going.
San: Only in the videos.
San: In real life I'm too reserved
San: I think you're the only person who knows my secret, but that's also been able to connect with the real me
Y/n smiled, touched by those words and the meaning behind them. It wasn't only a cool friendship they had going on, both of them built a connection safe enough to be their real selves. And something about San opening so much to her made her feel privileged.
In a world where everything happened at the speed of light, and where everyone is way too impatient to let things build up, she met someone who adapted to her pace and with whom she felt compatible with. Of course she was attracted to him due to Soundleasure, but something about San felt so unique and completely different from all the other boys she tried to date, that she just felt encouraged to keep building that connection through the screen.
He helped her to disconnect whenever she was too stressed, but he was also becoming part of her day. To the point where she'd feel weird if she didn't talk to him at all.
If she thought San was only attractive in those videos, he proved her wrong by the way he acted so charming and close the more they talked. She always gave up the idea of sending him a text, convincing herself that she'd lose interest as soon as he seemed approachable enough -or as soon as he felt comfortable enough to show his true colors. But she was so mistaken. It was like he threw a hook on her, and every time he pulled her in, she got more attached.
And completely in order to get more hooked, she sent him the username of the chatting app she used the most.
Y/n: I think it'd be more comfortable if we talk somewhere else
He didn't have that app, but he still downloaded and created a new account just to be able to keep talking with her somewhere else that wasn't the porn site he worked in.
She looked through the crystal walls of her office, checking how everyone was working focused on their computers, except for the two people of always. Jeremy and Allen were a pain in the ass for her when it came to keeping their focus -or their asses- on their chairs, but they were effective with everything related to dealing with suppliers or finding solutions. And, at the end of the day, that was what mattered the most for her.
Her phone buzzed at the top of her desk, making her reach for it without moving her gaze from the screen of her computer, as she scrolled down the reports she had asked her team to prepare for the closing week.
It shifted fast when she saw San's text on a different notification to the one she was used to. Her smile was tempting her face to make it widely known how happy she was, but she held back, pressing her lips together as hard as she was able to to control herself.
Not only was it more comfortable to talk there, but she also had wanted to send him a pic so he could know what she looked like -and, if she was lucky, he'd also let her see whether his voice went along with his looks.
She couldn't send a picture taken at the exact moment, but she sent one of the most recent ones. She actually remembered how she sent that same picture to Jordan before they had a date, and it made her momentarily shrink on the spot, before she tapped over the "send" button.
—Y/n —she heard her name being called by a soft and thin voice.
When she looked up, she could see the head of her secretary peeking through the crystal door, before Y/n motioned her to step inside.
—Here's the inventory of this month —Jennifer handed her a file with several pages.
—Great —Y/n nodded—. Could you also send it to my email? I want to have a digital copy of this.
And of everything.
Maybe it was just a fad, but ever since started working she always needed to have all the information on both formats. Just in case something happened, she could always count on one or the other.
While Jennifer nodded, Y/n's phone buzzed again. Her smile was instant as she opened the text and saw his picture.
His head was covered by the gray hood he had on, but she could still see some of his black locks falling on each side of his face, almost reaching his marked cheekbones. His brown eyes were narrow, but they had such a kind look, that it balanced perfectly the contrast of the two. His jaw, almost covered by the piece of clothing, was sharp and angular -the perfect line to move her lips across, and she could also spot some hidden freckles on the side of his neck. His heart-shaped full lips had a pale pink color, that she was sure turned a dark strawberry tone after a good make out session.
That man not only had the charisma, he also had the looks. And she had been lucky enough to have him replying back to her first text days back.
—Shit. Yes —she cheered.
Jennifer, who was making her way to the door, turned to Y/n, dedicating her superior a confused look by her ecstatic voice.
—The numbers are great —Y/n tried to play it cool, reducing it to the file she had just been handed—. Good job —she praised, raising her thumb until her secretary left her office with a forced smile.
San giggled when she praised him, telling him how good he looked and how he had no business hiding all of that. And he thought the same way of her. Rewatching the picture she had sent, he bit his lip. Her eyes were shining with a malicious brightness that he was dying to discover, her lips were stretched on a gentle smile that contrasted with it, but at the same time added a lot of personality to her gaze. Her short hair was spread under her over the mattress, making him guess it probably was no longer than shoulder-length. Despite the mischievous aura surrounding her, there was some child-like attitude.
He was so thankful to have felt so socially pressed to look through his phone to be aware of her text...
—San, we're playing, leave your phone for a damned second —Wooyoung called him out.
Feeling called out, he saved his phone in the back pocket of his jeans, going back into the present.
Saturdays were always a chill time for the group. Since both Mingi and Wooyoung had the weekends off, and San clearly did -since he was still studying-, they moved their game day towards the end of the week. All of them sat around in their living room, putting the shades down so the room would be dark enough, and starting the video console to spend the rest of the evening in front of the TV.
—I don't want either of you on my team —Wooyoung concluded.
—Wait, why? —Mingi complained.
—Fine. I didn't want to be in it either —San muttered, turning to the bigger screen.
—What did you say? —Wooyoung grabbed him by the sleeve of his black t-shirt.
—Here we go again —Yunho sighed through the speaker of their headphones.
While it was something new for the people who had just joined the group by Wooyoung -and that weren't exactly surprised by his teasing after meeting him at work-, Mingi, Yeosang and Yunho knew that bickering would probably last from five to ten minutes until they realized everyone was waiting for them to start playing.
—Let's do it like this —Hongjoong talked—. San, Mingi and Jongho go with me. And Seonghwa, Yeosang and Yunho go with Wooyoung.
—Why aren't you going with me? —Seonghwa complained through the speaker.
—But I wanted to team up with Yunho —Mingi grumbled.
San's back rested against the couch, as he stretched his legs on the wooden floor. He knew that game would take some long fifteen minutes to kick off.
Y/n dropped her back over her long gray chaise longue, letting out a sigh as she bent slightly to support her hands over the backrest. Not even the good sight of the city of Boston was relaxing her. Actually, seeing her reflection on the big windows was a reminder of how exhaustion took a toll on the way she looked towards the end of the day.
Her feet were still hurting, and although she took off her heels as soon as she crossed the door, before walking down the two steps at the entrance, she could feel her foot bridge having the same curvature it was forced to have due to her shoes.
She started undressing herself, getting rid of the white shirt that was tugged in her plaid pants first. Her body was craving a good long relaxing bath, and she was going to give it to herself.
Although the silence she was looking forward to was interrupted by the sound of a notification on her phone, making her whine at the thought of it being an emergency in the company. Unlike what she expected, her smile took no longer than a second to appear.
San: Sorry for the late reply. I was with my friends.
San: They take the "No phones" rule a bit too seriously.
Y/N: It's alright. I wouldn't have been able to answer back either. It was a crazy day.
Upstairs, she left her phone on the black double marble sink, taking off the rest of her clothes to put it inside the laundry basket -that was hidden in one of the drawers under the sink. The environment was heating up and getting a bit heavier by the mist created by the hot water running down into her bathtub.
It was that level of humidity and warmth that her body was craving for.
She dragged the slim metallic support that she only used to keep her phone near in case someone texted or called her, breaking her peace that she so much adored. That day she wouldn't care though. She moved the support, and placed her phone and a small towel in the middle, in hopes that San would keep texting her throughout her bath.
A gasp broke the silence when she first sneaked her tiptoe inside hot water, surprised by the difference of temperature, but slowly feeling invited to dig her whole body inside until only her head was left out.
Maybe a cup of wine would've made it better, but she remembered it way too late to prepare it.
She smirked when the sound of a new notification echoed in the silence of her bathroom, barely giving it a few seconds before she was putting both of her arms out to dry her hands and pick the phone.
San: Busy day?
Y/n: You have no idea. I could only see the end of it
San: Are you back home already?
Y/n: Yup. And the first thing I did was prepare a good bath.
San laid on his back in his bed, trying to control the several images that were going through his head at that moment.
San: Quite rude of you to rub it on my face
And she was planning to take it a bit further. Placing her phone a bit over her head, she took a picture, showing off the way her knees slightly peeked over the white foam, that made a relaxing noise that almost made her fall asleep a few times.
He sat quickly on his bed, making the blankets move to his hips, as he looked at the picture she just had sent. She was teasing him in the most unfair ways he could think of.
Y/n: Do you think we could call? I'm scared of the phone slipping at any time
In a way, it was true. She wasn't that clumsy, but she knew she was risking it a bit too much by having a conversation with San while being neck deep in a bath. It'd only bad for her phone, and she could perfectly picture the moment it slipped through her fingers through the foam.
Instead of answering, San directly called her. He didn't know it was possible to make phone calls through apps where they didn't share their phone numbers, until Y/n mentioned the one she used.
After sliding her finger to answer her phone, and put the speaker on, she left it back on the support.
The first few seconds were in silence. Neither of them were brave enough to take the step of speaking first.
—So, is the bath actually relaxing you?
Y/n smiled at the question, a bit surprised by how gentle his voice sounded. She was used to the raspy thick voice he used in his videos, but she also liked the way his thinner tone sounded so charming and close.
—Yeah, it is —she smiled—. I was dying for this —she admitted, letting her head fall back towards the edge of the tub.
—I think I need one, too.
—Why? Game day went wrong? —she joked.
—Well, sometimes it's complicated. And they also are quite good at getting on my nerves —his comment made her giggle—. But it's more because of the pic you sent. That spot in front of you looked empty.
—Are you volunteering to fill it up? —Y/n teased, closing her eyes as she spoke— I should warn you: it's not easy to earn that spot.
San moved his head back, resting it against the wall as he tried to stop the images that were going through his head and that were keeping him from talking.
—You're always saying I'm the one who should earn things —he answered back—, but I think you're the one who should convince me of what's so special about it.
He sounded so calm, but he was freaking out at the sound of the water moving. San could only picture how the water was at the perfect height to have the layer of foam covering her body, teasing him enough the humid valley of her breasts perking through.
Her skin was heating up, probably reaching temperatures higher than the ones in the water as she thought of the several ways she could please his words.
—Are you going to play hard to get? —Y/n asked.
—I know that's more your thing —he chuckled—, but it's just fair you tell me why you want me so bad there.
—I want to fuck you.
San almost choked on his spit as how straightforward she was, feeling his dick twitch in his boxers in reaction.
For her, there was no point in sugarcoating it. Not even two days back she was masturbating again to one of his latest videos, and there was a reason why she made sure to keep a conversation as she bathed -when she considered it her peaceful and silent time. She did want him, and it was the only thing she could think about ever since he sent her a picture of him.
—So hard that the water keeps leaking out until we make a mess on the floor —her hand ventured past her knee, moving down to her inner thigh—, ride you so good that the water keeps splashing everywhere. Does that sound convincing enough?
His hand sneaked inside his pants, palming his growing bulge over the fabric of his boxers as he tried to regain some consciousness back after everything she said. But there was no turn back, and she didn't want it either.
—You'd look so good taking my cock —he groaned, lowering her pants and boxers enough just to set his boner free.
The image of her wet curves bouncing against him, with some bits of foam rolling down her skin, as she moaned her lungs out with every move of her hips was replaying in his head like a video, taking him far from his room and back exactly to where she was.
—You want to feel me deep, don't you? —his voice sounded hoarse. There was no trace of the gentle voice he started the phone call with— I will stretch your pussy out, inch by inch, hmm? So fucking good.
San loudly spitted on his hand, before he wrapped himself around his fingers. The sound made her clit throb under her fingerprints, before she flicked two of her fingers, tracing slow circles as she closed her eyes again, resting her head over the edge of the tub.
—While I look at you —she moaned—, because I want you to see how fucked out you make me.
—Fuck —San hissed.
It was insane how turned on he was at just words and an image. Just the idea of that same malicious brightness looking down at him, while he pounded into her, would be enough to make him reach his high within seconds. But he was more eager at the real picture of that moment. Y/n deep down the waters, venturing her hand in between her legs and sliding her fingers through her wet slit, after he made her reach that level. So ready for him, yet so far that it made him groan in frustration.
—Are you touching yourself? —he dared to ask.
It was an assumption after he heard her lowly whimpering, along with the few times the water made a squelching sound in the background.
—Yes —she answered with a thin voice.
—Let me hear you, Y/n —San commanded, moving his hand faster up and down his shaft—. I want to know how much those moans are worth it.
Unlike other times in his videos, his voice sounded more like whispers, low, just like some of his whines were cut off or prolonged in an attempt to control his throat. And, genuinely, there was something so sexy in the way he was so turned on to the point that he had to control himself, that it made her let the first moan set free.
There was no longer teasing, there were no words -at least not other than just a random "Shit" or "Fuck", before either of them changed the paced of their movements, or changed the angle of their positions for their own pleasure. The phone call turned to a mere exchange of moans and background noises that gave out what they were doing.
—Fuck... I'm gonna cum —he hissed through his teeth, feeling the way his dick throbbed on his palm with every move.
—I'm almost there —her back arched, as her other hand tried to find some support on the side of the tub—. Fuck, yes... I'm there.
—Don't stop —he encouraged them both with a whisper.
She reached her high first, feeling her eyes going to the back of her head at the same time her legs instantly closed when that familiar warmth ran over her from head to toe.
Hearing her, admiring the first continuous and loud breathings that just warmed her up for a loud moan that made her voice crack, worked as a button that settled an automatic response in his body, spilling his load over his black t-shirt.
—Oh, shit —he complained.
—What? —Y/n asked with a still shaky voice.
—Wait a moment, I gotta clean myself.
—Don't worry. I'll get out of the tub, too.
The water went from hot to being chill, almost cold. It was already time for her to get out of there.
—I'll text you in five —San assured her.
His gentle voice was back, making her smile at the same time she said goodbye to him, knowing damn well they'd probably spend two hours more talking through texts, the same they had been doing since they started chatting.
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Secret Santa: @zensations35
Hey Zen! :D You got me as your secret santa this year, hopefully this’ll be up to your standards, I had some pretty big boots to fill. Now I’ve never written male snz before so please excuse the quality. We’ve a few avengers featuring at the beginning of this then we go very Loki focused at the end for you. Hopefully this’ll be enjoyable to read :D
Under the cut: MAINLY male snz, tiny snippet of female sprinkled in, slight contagion but nothing too major :)
✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
Had he known this were to happen, Loki really wouldn’t have bothered going to that god damn party.
It had all started a week ago, Clint Barton had just returned from a week-long stake out overseas, it was a valuable mission. One he completed well. But it wasn’t just a new report of the bases’ ongoing activities which the archer had been kind enough to bring home with him.
“HaH! HH’aETSCHOO!” He barrelled forwards, the edges of his unnaturally red nose twitching as he held a calloused hand lazily in front of his face in apprehension for the next. Not that he did a job of covering up his first one.
“Christ Clint, cover your mouth.” The redheaded spy seated at the end of the table retorted, her usually stoic face cringing at the sound of the thick wet sniffles that he gave in response. He sounded awful. Of course, she had sympathy for her partner, but that sympathy was buried by the urge to violently hurl a box of tissues in his general direction. She did not want to catch that.
Who could blame her really? Everyone was thinking it. Shared glances and hushed whispers made their way round the dining table. Nobody wanted to be the person to say that Clint should probably have been curled up in bed instead of sat sharing (more than) breakfast with the team but as it was his first day back, exceptions were made.
Boy did people really come to regret that. It had taken, what was it, 12 hours? For the second pair of sniffles to be heard in the tower. Tony, sat in his lab, looked up from the mess of wires he has been working on soldering to see Bruce swiping a quick finger beneath his nose. A very recognisable, pre-sneeze look clouding his features. God damn it, Barton! The genius thought to himself, realising that maybe sharing a meal with a man too tired to be bothered about the consequences sharing his germs probably wasn’t the greatest idea in hindsight.
“Damn, hIh- It.” It seems his lab partner was thinking the same thing as his head reared backing, with yet another hitching breath. Then another.. And another. “Hah- Fuck.” Now Bruce wasn’t one to swear but this was an exception. He needed to sneeze, he could feel it right there! Just in the bridge of his nose, but it wouldn’t quite- “Hhh..HAH-”
Suddenly he drew in a loud inhale, more so resembling someone taking in a long deep breath before diving into water. But this wasn’t for holding his breath. The scientist suddenly found his body diving forward with a loud, desperate, “GHAH’CHH! HaH’HTSHOO!”
Barton was clearly more contagious than he thought. Shit.
Maybe had this cold had come at an opportune time, when things were less busy, people wouldn’t had been so annoyed, but this coming Friday was the date of Stark’s annual holiday party. Something the genius was not planning on missing. Some would say that Stark parties over the top. Tony preferred ‘extravagant.” Whatever they were, they were always a big deal. Fully stocked bar, music, dancing. The whole deal. And a Stark party would never, could never, be postponed, the mere thought of it went against his entire ideology. It was an insult to him personally for anyone to even suggest such an action. No. This party would be going ahead. With full attendance.
Sniffles or not.
Day’s passed yet no-one seemed to be improving. Barton had finally retired to his bedroom in an attempt to prevent thing’s being shared further but it was a little too late for that. Pepper also already begun to sniffle last night, Bruce was currently sat surrounded by a pile of tissues in his lab and even Cap had begun clearing his throat intermittently. Tony could swear he felt his throat tickle every now and then – that might’ve just been hypochondria though. But regardless, now wasn’t the time for sickness. There were things that needed celebrating and tonight they would.
Loki hadn’t even been planning to attend the event in the first place. Why would he? Sure, he may be at the point where he was civil with most of the Avengers by now but “frolicking around with that pretentious asshole”, the asshole in question needing no introduction, was not how he wanted to spend him evening.
“Come on, you know you enjoy it really!” It was only after several hours of nagging from Thor that he finally agreed to trouble himself with the effort of attending. If anything, his attendance was only to please his brother - definitely not the promise that he would have full unrestricted access to the open bar.
The night of Stark's annual holiday party arrived, and the Tower was transformed into a dazzling spectacle of lights, music, and laughter. The atmosphere was alive with celebration, and even those who were feeling under the weather couldn't resist the allure of the extravagant event. Not that they had much choice anyway.
Loki, clad in his customary green and gold attire, stood at the edge of the crowded room, observing the festivities with a detached interest. He quickly downed a drink he’d swiped from the doorman’s desk and allowed himself into the bustling crowd, leaving the empty glass on a random table as shifted through the masses. He’d almost made it over to his brother but was interrupted with a sudden slap on the back.
“Enjoying the party?" Came the still slightly Coarse voice of a seemingly now more energetic Clint. The day he’s spent resting seemingly reviving his energy.
The God raised an eyebrow, acknowledging the archer with a nod. "As much as one can enjoy these mortals' festivities." He shifted, noticing the man’s slightly rough appearance. Do these people really not clean themselves up for special events? Typical. He tsk’d to himself
Clint chuckled, seemingly unfazed by Loki's disdain. "Well, they know how to throw a good party. You should try the drinks; they're divine."
Loki smirked, intrigued despite himself. "Divine, you say? I may indulge in a taste." He quipped, taking the drink from the man’s and swigging it before he had a chance to interject.
It wasn’t like he’d be able to warn him much anyway. Clint suddenly sneezed without warning. The unexpected spray catching both of them off guard.
“HhHAHTSCHOO!“
"Gah! Sorry about that," Clint apologised, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, “Still a little under the weather I guess.” He sniffled to himself, before being called away from someone, leaving the God revelling in genuine disgust.
“Christ,” Loki muttered to himself, taking off his spray-speckled blazer and groaning in repulsion, “This jacket costs most then your entire outfit and you have to nerve to sneeze on it?” He mumbled to himself, shaking his head with a sigh. Mortals. Their lack of manners never seemed improve.
Maybe if he’d gone home at that point, he still could’ve escaped unharmed. But no, he just had to get and get himself another drink – he deserved one another dealing with that -. Afterall he did come here to enjoy himself.
The god made his way through the crowd, eyes rolling at some of the terrible dancing he saw from the playboy genius on his way. People really looked up to this guy?
He approached the bar, sliding onto one of the pristine white stools tucked into the counter, “Can I get a larg-” He began, but the redhead stood behind the bar held up a silent finger, stopping him in his tracks as a hazed expression shifted her features, making her eyelashes flutter rapidly.
“Ih’shIEW! Hup’TSHH! Hih!-Hh-IshHh’tSHU!” Her small frame seemed to helplessly curl in on herself as she bent at the waist while simultanously turning away to catch her sneezes into her hands. She coughed a little as she straightened herself back up.
“Do egxcuse me.” Her voice was flooded with congestion. Natasha dared to sniffle before pulling out a napkin from somewhere. How did spies always seem to have hidden pockets in every outfit he wondered to himself, not that he was jealous or anything. Magic would always superior for making things appear and disappear without a trace but for a human, she did a pretty good job at keeping things discreet. She held the napkin to her nose, and he looked away. Clearly she was embarrassed around the whole thing. Normally he would’ve taken advantage of that, even found it somewhat comical, but 2-drink Loki was a bit of a softie. Especially when the usually tough-unbreakable Natasha Romanoff looked as if though she was about to crumble.
She blew her nose quietly and cleared her through but this time different voice spoke as he looked up from his drink. “I told you that you should’ve stayed in bed.” Maria purred softly, coming round to slink her arms around the Nat’s waist, pulling her closer from behind as she too seemingly also appeared from nowhere, “You’re not one to get sick, I don’t want you exhausting yourself.”
How cute they looked. Maybe too cute. Loki didn’t want to be deliberately rude but this little moment was getting a little too sappy for his likings. The God cleared his throat loudly,, bringing both women back to the present moment, “Mind if I take that drink now?”
Maria rolled her eyes, releasing Natasha and stepping back. "Fine, fine. Get him his drink so he doesn't feel neglected," she said, giving Loki a wry smile before pressing a soft kiss to her girlfriend’s cheek.
“The usual?” The redhead asked, not really needing an answer and her nose still twitched a little as she began to pour a dark coloured liquid into a crystallised glass. Oh? He quirked a raised eyebrow in surprise at her remembrance of how he takes his drinks. “Thank you.” Loki smirked before taking a sip of the drink that had been slided infront of him. He would’ve stayed to talk a little longer – truthfully he liked the company of the girls a lot more than he did some of the others – but he was soon whisked away when Thor came over, wearing an alcohol fuelled smile.
“Brother! You came.” He called loudly, raising his glass into the air as he pulled the God away from the bar and towards the group of older men loudly laughing and flaunting their old stories of victory, “You must tell them of our time on Crumelia!” He cheered, referencing the planet the two had visited together a few months prior.
The night wore on with laughter, music, and a myriad of conversations. Loki found himself drawn into Thor's tales of heroism and adventure, the alcohol making the stories more entertaining than he would care to admit. The atmosphere of the party did have a certain charm, he begrudgingly acknowledged.
As the night reached its peak, Loki eventually excused himself from the lively group, citing the need for a moment of solitude. He retreated to a quieter corner of the room, nursing his drink as he observed the chaotic dance floor. The revelry continued around him, but he felt a growing fatigue.
Eventually, the party began to wind down, and guests started to make their way home. Thor had offered out their spare-room for the God so instead of filtering out with the rest of the attendee’s he stayed behind until it was only the Avengers left.
They had huddled into a group now, all nursing their last drinks of the night. Well, nearly all of them. Natasha had already fallen asleep against Maria’s, her mouth hanging slightly open as she snored quietly - much to the earlier vast assusment of everyone at seeing their resident spy finally acting like a true human being for once. Loki couldn’t help but join in as they all continued to laugh and share stories. Of course Thor had brung out his hammer, as he always does, encouraging the others to finally see if they were worthy enough to wield it.
The alcohol that had fueled his earlier enthusiasm now served as a heavy lullaby, coaxing him towards the realm of sleep. The laughter and camaraderie of the Avengers became a distant hum as he excused himself from the group, citing the need for rest. Thor, still in high spirits, clapped a hand on Loki's shoulder. "Rest well, brother! We shall regale you with tales of today's merriment in the morning."
With a nod and a faint smile, Loki made his way to the guest room assigned to him. The Tower, now quieter and dimly lit, felt strangely peaceful. He closed the door behind him, shutting out the remnants of the party.
The bed, though not the grandeur of his Asgardian chambers, looked inviting. Loki undid the clasps of his elaborate attire, letting the green and gold fabric fall to the floor. The room was cool, a stark contrast to the warmth of the festivities. Maybe the night hadn’t been so bad after all.
Well. That’s what he thought atleast. Until he woke up the next morning.
Loki awoke to a pounding headache and a throat that felt like it had been scorched by fire. He groaned, burying his face into the pillow as he attempted to ignore the discomfort. The room, once serene, now seemed to spin with every movement.
Still, he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled towards the bathroom, ignoring the disheveled state of his room. The reflection in the mirror revealed a pale and weary god, a far cry from the composed trickster he usually presented to the world. The remembrance of the previous night’s music and laughter seemed to mock his misery. With each step, he felt weaker, his body aching and chilled and his chest rumbled with a deep, rattling cough. Stupid mortal germs!
He cursed them out, but before he could utter anymore foul words against anyone, his nose itched. A wild tickle, causing his jaw to go slack, fruitless to fight against it, “HAh'tsCHIEW! HHUh-Hah’ESHOO! Heh'gnXNNT! Guh...” He sniffled wetly, grimacing at the feeling of thick congestion already beginning to settle in his sinsues.
As he swayed there in place, contemplating the unfairness of his situation, he was once again helpless to the burning itch in his sinuses. "Hah'KSHIEW!” Ugh, curse these wretched germs," he grumbled, his frustration growing. The once-mighty god now felt as vulnerable as any mere mortal and that alone made him feel 10x worse.
He was Loki! A trickster! A God! And yet here he was, shivering and sniffling through his stuffed up nose like such... such.. such a weakling! With a drasted sigh, he humbled himself and resigned to the fact this was just something he was going to have to get through. He grabbed a box of tissues and blew his nose, the sound echoing in the quiet room making him cringe at himself. He hated this.
Throughout the day, Loki's condition deteriorated further. Sneezes punctuated his every attempt to gather his bearings, each one a reminder of his weakened state. The once proud and regal god found himself reduced to a pitiful figure, wrapped in a blanket on the couch in one of the many communal areas of the the tower, a book in hand, with tissues strewn around him like confetti. His nose was raw from constant wiping, and his eyes were red and watery as he tried to make sense of the words infront of him.
"Hah'KSHIEW! Hhih! Hh..Hah'PTSHIEW! Ugh, this is insufferable," Loki muttered to himself as he turned the page. The trickster god, usually quick-witted and sly, now sniffled pathetically as he tried to regain some semblance of composure. He couldn’t even read properly without having to stop to sniffle every few seconds.
His attempts to use his magic to alleviate his symptoms proved futile. It only left him shivering and exhausted in wake of his efforts. With a final shiver, he sighed and closed his book. He was getting nowhere like this. He needed to sleep.
However it was just as the God resigned himself to the need for sleep, the sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the quiet tower. Thor, ever watchful of his mischievous brother, entered the room, a concerned expression crossing his face as he witnessed Loki's disheveled state.
"Brother!" Thor exclaimed, his voice a mix of worry and exasperation. "What in the realms has befallen you? You look as if you've faced the wrath of a frost giant!"
Loki glanced up, his eyes weary and red, and managed a weak smirk. "Just a mere inconvenience, dear brother. Mortal germs have decided to wage war on Asgardian immunity.” He sniffled thickly, the act irritating his already rubbed-raw nose, causing it to twitch maddeningly.
“Ha-hh.. Hah'KSHIEW! HhhH’HhtSHH! hh’EKSHIEW! God, fgucking, damn HhH- it! Hhh’TSCHOO!”
The thunder god’s eyes widened in surprise at his brothers outburst, offering out a tissue as he tried hopelessly to clean himself up. “I believe the native curtesy is to say ‘bless you.’” Thor chuckled, extending a firm hand to squeeze Loki’s shoulder, “I’ve also heard about the wonders of tea for these sorts of ailments, I’ll go and prepare some.”
The ever-caring brother, quickly made his way to the kitchen to prepare a soothing cup of tea. The scent of chamomile and honey filled the air as he expertly brewed the remedy. Returning with a steaming mug, he handed it to Loki, his concern evident in his eyes, “Just try some.” He urged.
Loki begrudgingly accepted the tea, the warmth seeping into his chilled fingers. "Fine, fine," he muttered, taking a sip and feeling a slight sense of relief slowly come over him.
"It’s not awful," He sniffled begrudgingly.
Thor grinned, satisfied. "Rest now, brother. Back to bed with you.” He motioned, holding out a hand to pull his brother up from the sofa, making sure he had properly gained his balance before letting go.
Resigned to his fate, the trickster went back to his room and wrapped himself in a thick robe. The fabric doing little to stave off the persistent chill that clung to him so he trudged back to his bed, tissues in hand, and succumbed to the discomfort that accompanied his illness. The room, once filled with the echoes of revelry, was now a silent witness to man’s struggles against the common cold.
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Hi!! Im not sure your prompt night is still open or not so feel free to ignore this, but congrats on 1.3k either way!! Could I request Seb Vettel with prompt number 90?? Something fluffy if possible, thank you!! <3
90 - “If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?”
oooo go on then. How could I possibly ignore Seb?
This is the last one for tonight because it's getting super late. I have some pre-reading and work to do before I go on placement on Monday so I won't be writing consistently over the bank holiday weekend but will try to chuck out a bunch more during my breaks each day. Every request is getting done i promise <3
love that i've managed to scare you guys into specifying fluff bc you know i will make it sad otherwise. On another note. Seb's smileee
Secret relationships were never easy, you knew that. But it came with the territory, and you were willing to accept it. It made sense, paparazzi just loved to catch drivers on dates and then stir up stories about them seeing multiple people at once until it blew up into a big scandal.
When Sebastian Vettel had asked you out, you were hesitant at first. Dating people in the F1 industry was pretty normal. You were one of the few female engineers, and you'd grown up working in a male-dominated field. You were used to male attention and awkward dates with colleagues. But there are awkward dates with colleagues and then there's been asked out by a four-time world champion and one of your heroes of the sport.
You'd met Seb when he joined Aston Martin, and you'd never been happier to be put on the team managing the green car with a number 5 on it.
Sebastian had a reputation of being a terrible flirt, and you were concerned that as the only female on his team, he'd see you as anything less than your peers. But he didn't. He was interested and respectful, he asked you questions, he wanted your opinion. Several times he stopped one of your co-workers from talking over you when you were mid-point in a meeting.
He'd asked you out over a year ago now, bringing you a coffee because he'd noticed that for the third night in a row you were working until you were the last one in the garage. You were so tired you told him you loved him when he pressed the machine latte into your hand.
It took him a week to coax you into going on a date with him. You liked him, of course, you did. Working with him had given you time to get to know him for more than his reputation. He was sweet and kind, funny - he could make you laugh even on the worst days, so incredibly stubborn, he cared about politics and human rights, he gave a lot of his money away to charities, he was heading an environmental campaign. And he was drop-dead gorgeous in his own understated, scruffy way. But you were terrified of him, of the attention it would thrust on you, of what the media would say if they caught a whiff of it.
He promised you that it would be okay to keep it a secret. He didn't mind, he understood. Of course, he did; he was bloody perfect.
And everything had been going perfectly. You'd moved in with him in Switzerland. It was new and completely different but you adored it there. Seb was a master at avoiding the media, and he knew all the safest spots. Most of the time you didn't even have to think about your relationship. Even when you were working with him, he was very professional, and when the wins started trickling in he was so swamped with the attention that no one questioned his head engineer giving him a hug.
It was in Abu Dhabi that everything changed. Out of nowhere, Aston Martin had managed to pull a car together that Seb had just taken to. It was like he was one with it again, and then he started scoring points. And then podiums. And then wins. It was like his Red Bull days, except a lot more green and a few fewer parties. And now you were standing in the garage in the pit line, your nails bitten completely down to the quick as Seb was in a locked-out battle with Max Verstappen. It was one of those awfully exciting final races, where the world champion needed to win the race to get those last few points.
You screamed yourself hoarse when the nose of your green baby tipped through that chequered flag. The entire garage erupted around you, the energy crackling through the place was untouchable. Seb was dancing on his car, some arms stuck out in an odd flapping dance that was probably mimicking the wings of the logo. You were so proud of him, of both of you, because it had taken so many late nights sat up, you tinkering with parts and him studying tracks to do it.
What you didn't expect was your boss approaching you. The team didn't win the Constructor's championship, but because Seb had won the last race there was still a constructor's trophy that needed collecting. You weren't sure you were hearing properly when you were asked if you'd do the honours.
"On the podium?" You squeaked. Crowds weren't your thing. Seb got wind of what was happening and he'd grabbed your arm and marched you to the podium before you could say anything else.
The ceremony was unreal, it almost felt like an out of body experience. You cried through the German national anthem, and you could tell Seb was too. This had been a long time coming for him and you knew there were no words to describe how badly he wanted it. The weight of the champagne bottle was much heavier than you expected it to be, and shaking it was a challenge, but you managed to get a decent spray. With yourself and Seb from Aston Martin, and Toto, Max and Checo from Red Bull rounding out the podium you found that you'd naturally split into two celebrating groups. You and Seb were spraying each other, his grin devilish and you knew what was coming the second before you felt the cold splash and knew he'd emptied the rest of his bottle directly over your head.
He then took your bottle and shared a very large swig with you. The atmosphere was electric, confetti everywhere and a shower of champagne covering the pair of you. Never in your wildest dreams had you ever thought you'd be able to be celebrating with him on the podium, let alone for his fifth championship crowning.
"If I ask you to kiss me in front of all these people, will you do it?"
Your heart was thudding in your ears. The Red Bulls were celebrating right beside you. The entire grid and all their teams were below you, screaming and shouting and cheering for your boyfriend. No, for the love of your life. Cameras were broadcasting you to millions of people, but the only person Seb was looking at was you. There was only one answer you could give him. There was only one answer you wanted to give him.
You grabbed the collar of his race suit and pulled him down to you, crashing your lips onto his. You felt him smile into the kiss as the noise below you erupted once more, wolf whistles now piercing the night air. He kissed you like there wasn't a soul watching, his arms wrapping around your waist and lifting you slightly off the floor as he did. When he pulled away it wasn't far, his forehead pressed against yours.
"I love you,"
He'd said it before, but it felt different now. The five-time world champion loved you.
"I love you too,"
You picked up the remainder of your bottle of champagne and dumped it out over his head, catching him by surprise and pulling an infectious giggle from him as you did so. You stepped back to run away, but Seb caught you before you could even try to get behind the Red Bulls, who were watching the pair of you with mild amusement.
He pulled you back to him, dipping you down like some kind of Disney character as he kissed you once more, one of your legs lifting off the floor as he supported your arched back. It tasted like champagne.
That photo broke the internet.
It was also framed in almost every room of your home.
#1.3k prompt night#sebastian vettel#sebastian vettel x reader#sebastian vettel imagine#seb wins 5 championships and i will hear nothing else thank u#cheeky seb fluff#formula one#f1
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Don’t ask me why I’m posting these I’ve just fallen back into a Splatoon mood and these guys entered my head again-
{Splatoon OCs}
Note- not including agents
Persephone “Sephie” Ika
-God help this dumbass she’s a hazard to herself and others-
-22 years old, female, she/her, pansexual
-She’s the most chaotic brush main on the field, who is literally only good at clam blitz (fucking somehow-)
-Ranked C- (she may be good at clam blitz but pity the poor souls on her team in any other mode)
-Has a pet Sea Bunny named Toast, or as Pushpop would call him “Devilfish”
-Found Pushpop around in between the events of Splatoon 1-2 after she accidentally stumbled upon the metro, she had no idea what this fella was saying or even acknowledged that he was trying to splat her but she quickly knew she wanted to befriend him.
-How? She gave him food. (Look that man was starved-)
-They moved in together and after a few years started dating. She’s his dumbass and he loves her.
-She’s no-contact with her parents for unspecified reasons.
-Met the Half Bait duo at one of their concerts, to which through a series of shenanigans involving some pissed off seagull, her and Pushpop befriended them (they all team up for Turf Battles)
-She will bite.
-She’s a hopeless romantic and has a large collection of romance novels.
-Collects Squid Friends (those lil inkling furbies)
“Pushpop”
-Sephie’s sanitized boyfriend
-Cynical and snide, Pushpop has little to no memory of who he was before he entered the Metro, all he knows is that he’s permanently pissed off.
-23 years old, male, he/him, bisexual
-He has a resting bitch face
-Doesn’t really get how Sephie managed to drag him into her life all those years ago but she’s his problem now and he’s come to accept this.
-The most annoying brella main you will ever meet, he has mastered the undercover brella.
-He’s a big Deep Cut fan (likes em mainly to spite Raps and Adaliah-)
-He has declared war on a literal slug (Toast; it’s a mutual hatred)
-Man has literally never lost a Splatfest, picking the same team as him tends to be a guaranteed win. (He usually doesn’t even support the actual team he picks he just goes with what he thinks’ll get him the most snails)
-Sephie is the one who gave him the name Pushpop, he doesn’t remember what his original one is so he’s let it grow on him.
-Doesn’t show it often but he is highly insecure about his zombie-like appearance. Sephie often reminds him of how beautiful she finds him.
-Him and Sephie wear promise rings.
Rakeidra “Raps” Sockeye / Bloody Mackerel
-Goblin goblin gob-
-Local fish somehow passed as a squid! More at 12!
-Raps is a Salmonling who fled her homelands near the Smokeyard to avoid attacks from Grizzco Industries (gal ain’t a fighter)
-22 years old, female, she/her, lesbian
-Salmonlings result from a genetic mutation within their eggs, they’re usually assigned as their community’s mechanics (Raps herself isn’t all that good with gadgets..)
-Can shift into a more salmonid like appearance in her swim form
-Strictly uses traditional Salmonid weaponry, her main weapon being an old rusty frying pan (its an old Sockeye family heirloom!)
-Met Adaliah by chance as they both had something to hide during their stay in Inkopolis, they both had a love for music and eventually formed their Punk Rock band: Half Bait!
-Uses the stage name Bloody Mackerel and prefers to sing in a nasally voice as she finds it more authentic!
-Developed a crush on Adaliah over the course of their friendship and eventually worked up the courage to ask them out (the entire confession was a disaster but Adaliah was so moved by this absolute idiot and agreed to date em; much to Raps’s shock)
-Relentlessly bullies Scuffle-
Adaliah Dumbo / Corpse Tide
-The other half of Half Bait, this is Corpse Tide! (Or just Adaliah-)
-22 years old, nonbinary, she/they, sapphic
-She’s a half-sanitized octoling, she came to the metro after hearing the calamari inkantation and was found by C.Q. and Tartar.
-However, unlike most unlucky octarians who came down there, they shortly began to take notice of what was going on as they went through the test sights (this however did not stop Tartar from trying to sanitize her, she managed to escape though)
-Despite the sanitization not being complete, Adaliah still has to deal with the repercussions of her new transformation
-She often feels as though her skin has begun to rot, and she has a few holes in her memory (one of their biggest fears is completely losing their memories)
-They and Pushpop might trauma dump on each other often- just a bit-
-Regular customer at Hotlantis
-Is actually insanely strong in upper arm strength, as such, they prefer more heavy weaponry (hand em a splatting and they’ll go ham on the battlefield-)
-It is not fun being on the opposing team when she’s playing ranked (they’re insanely good at finding high vantage points and will fully take advantage of their lil hiding spots, it’s the former solider in em-)
Scuffle Lukewarm
-He isn’t paid enough to deal with Raps’s and her bullshit I stg-
-This is Scuffle! He’s a jellyfish and Raps and Adaliah’s manager.
-28 years old, trans male, he/him, aroace
-This jelly has not sept a wink in the past five years. Basically living off of energy drinks and expresso.
-Raps has a bad habit of making snarky half thought out remarks to which Scuffle is the one stuck trying to be in damage control to preserve Half Bait’s reputation. He’s gonna kill her one of these days he swears-
-Met the Half Bait duo half way through their career while he worked a dead end job at MakoMart, he insisted he meant to do more then just live the life of a cashier and offered up his services as their manager.
-Had to learn how to speak some Octarian and Salmonid as surprise! He realized half way through working with em that neither Raps or Adaliah were inklings! Whoops! (So much that spending 2 years learning Inkling got him..)
-Handles finances and merch
-He really doesn’t get along with Sephie and Pushpop honestly scares him (he has to put up with em both though since they’re his bosses friends..)
-Tends to flare up in lil outbursts that take hours on end for him to cool down from.
-Tends to a kelp garden as a sort of self therapy.
Savannah “Savvy” Tropics
-Th-This is a child what are you doing here??
-The tech team for Half Bait, Savvy is a sea slug that works as Raps and Adaliah’s lil mechanic as she’s naturally gifted with gadgets.
-9 years old, female, she/her, questioning
-The sassiest lil shit to ever sassy lil shit. She’s such a damn brat-
-Met the Half Bait team after stealing profits from their merch from hacking their accounts. Raps was pretty impressed by the brats audacity that she gave her a job (much to Scuffle and Adaliah’s objection-)
-She’s a street rat orphan who didn’t really have anywhere else to go and hey, it’s a chance at money, why pass up?
-After finding out about her homeless status after the years they spent with her, Raps and Adaliah have seriously considered adopting her (they practically view her as their bratty child, they’re just waiting to see if it’s something she’d be comfortable with: spoilers, yes, yes she would-)
-Basically any time Half Bait would be on air she’d act as a moderator between Raps and Adaliah (especially during splatfest) she’d usually act as the one to introduce and represent a third team just cause she’s a menace who likes to bully her moms.
#my art#oc#oc art#splatoon#splatoon 3#splatoon oc#inkling#octoling#sanitized octoling#splatoon jellyfish#splatoon sea slug#idol oc#didn’t include my agents cause I ran out of room#and I’ve been brain rotting on my non-agent OCs so-#they are all grade A dumbasses#(cept Scuffle he’s the only one with the brain cells-)#may redesign Sephie- but idk#all these refs are old as hELL I need to remake em-#anyway we will go back to our usually scheduled shenanigans these guys just decided to sneak in for a sec-
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The Carnal Checklist {Marcus Pike x F!Reader}
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 20k
Warnings: FWB, talk of safewords, sexual exploration, bondage, bdsm, power dynamics, sub/dom undertones, semi-public sex, sex toys, anal play, pegging, oral sex (male and female receiving) somnophilia,
Comments: Marcus Pike isn’t really a one night stand kind of guy. When his need for sex becomes unbearable, he asks you if you want to explore some things that he’s always wanted to try.
Co-written with @storiesofthefandomlovers
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Marcus sighs, tapping his pen against his desk. He’s frustrated. Not about a case or a coworker. No, he’s horny. No other way to put it. He wants to have sex. He’s not a one night stand kind of guy though. To go out and find someone to take back home and barely remember her name. He did that back in college a few times and regretted it, wanting more than something completely meaningless. He at least wants to know how she takes her coffee in the morning. He rubs his forehead, knowing he could jerk off again but he’s sick of it. His wrist hurts and it’s laborious and boring. He wants a woman under him, pliable and soft. He thinks about what he can do to fix his dilemma when you walk past his office. He calls your name, more out of instinct than anything.
It takes a few seconds to register that your boss was calling your name. Forcing you to stop in your tracks and immediately back up, the file in your hand forgotten while you had been on your way to take it back to the file room. Norris was a stickler for making sure that the files were brought back if you needed to make a copy of something and you didn’t want to get on his bad side. Sticking your head in, you flash him a smile. Marcus PIke was gorgeous and friendly - if completely unavailable. Still, you enjoyed the atmosphere he created in the department and respected him, having grown close to him since his transfer here six months ago. “What’s up?” You ask. “Need a refill of sludge?” Nodding towards his mug, you wonder if he thought you were on your way to the break room.
He shakes his head, admiring you in your professional attire. You’re a good agent, amazing really. Competent and a team player. You don’t let your ego get in the way like so many others. You smile at him and his heart thumps a little. You’re so beautiful, way out of his league after he’s done so much to fuck up his life. Teresa left him because he was too intense and he knows most women would think the same thing. He bites his lip, knowing what he wants is out of the question but he likes your company. “No. No. I, uh, I wondered if you wanted to get a drink after work.” He asks casually, knowing he can’t voice his idea here.
It’s probably a little sad how easily and bright your smile lights up your face. “Sure!” You agree quickly, wondering if it’s more of a team thing or if Marcus just wanted to perhaps have a shoulder to lean on. He had kept the majority of his past to himself but one night he had confessed how his last relationship had ended and why he had been so eager to go undercover when he got here. “As long as you buy the first round.” You joke, pointing a finger gun at him playfully.
“Always.” He winks at you, an easy smile on his face despite the nerves twisting his stomach. You stride off after agreeing a time, and Marcus is a bundle of nerves when he meets you by the elevator to make your way to the bar down the street, a regular for the alphabet workers. “So, uh, how was work?” Marcus asks once you are both seated and have the beers he bought.
You snort playfully and pick up your beer bottle. “Well, boss….” You emphasize his title, grinning at him. “Work was great of course.” You throw in as much sarcasm as you can muster. “Johnson managed to lose the case file again and I had to go pull everything from archives to put a new one together. I swear that man eats them.”
Marcus watches you, shaking his head as he thinks of Johnson and how much he fucks up. The yearly reviews are coming up soon so he will take that into account. “I’m sorry it was a hard day.” He tells you, knowing that shit happens at work and he can only control so much. “I, um, I wanted to talk to you about something.” He says, making you frown as you look at him. You nod, waiting for him to continue. “You can absolutely say no and I don’t want you to think that I am asking you to do this because I’m your boss and you can’t say no and I - I really don’t want you to do this because you feel sorry for me.” He rambles and you shake your head.
“Marcus. What is it?” You ask, wanting him to spit it out.
He decides to just blurt it out, “I want to fuck you.”
Of all the things that Marcus could have said, you never expected that. “I, um-” You take a deep breath and chuckle for a moment, thinking that he’s joking with you, but he doesn’t laugh with you. Instead he squirms in his seat and looks uncomfortable, like he’s made a mistake. You realize he’s serious. “I- are you for real?” You ask, looking around and leaning in. “You want what exactly? Friends with benefits?” You can’t believe that you are asking that, but you need to know where this is coming from.
He bites his lip, picking up the falling apart coaster on the table to spin it around as he tries to summon some courage. “I want - I want sex.” He confesses, “I just - I’m not a one night stand kind of guy. So I guess…friends with benefits?” He shrugs, “I just - I want to be able to explore. I’ve never really done that before now. I’m-” He lowers his voice, “a little vanilla and I want someone I trust to help me explore.”
“Okay.” You nod, showing that you understand. It’s incredibly flattering that he would trust you with something like that. You know that Marcus doesn’t really talk about personal stuff. “What kind of things?” You ask, interest piqued. Someone’s vanilla was another person’s spicy.
He blushes, “I- I want to try, uh, BDSM. Both sides of it. I want to tie up and be tied up. Use my handcuffs. My exes, they never - they always said no if I mentioned anything different and I didn’t want to upset them. I want to try…” He leans closer, “I want to use toys. Both on my partner and on - on me. Like, uh, pegging.” He swears he is red as a tomato right now. “I want to try role playing too.” He lays all of his cards out on the table, wanting you to know what he wants before you take this any further.
Your brow shoots up but you don’t say anything. Just humming in contemplation as you look into his nervous face and wide brown eyes. He’s handsome, lord knows you’ve had a few errant fantasies about your boss. “I don’t see anything wrong with any of that.” You say after another mouthful of your sudsy beer. “Although, it would need to be something outside of work.” You caution, although you are sure he knows this. “I don’t want to get in trouble at the bureau.”
Marcus nods, still furiously blushing. “I wouldn’t - I would never jeopardize your position. Or mine. I just- it will purely be between us. In private. Either your house or mine.” He tells you, not wanting you to feel pressured because he’s your boss.
You nod, knowing that Marcus is a man of his word, that is something that you can trust. It’s not that relationships between agents are frowned upon, it’s just that it could lead to a shift in dynamics in the team and you didn’t want to risk that, everything was running smoothly as it was. “Alright.” You agree after another moment. “When do you want to start this?” You ask with a small smirk.
Marcus shifts, his cock twitching in delight that you aren’t slapping him, telling him to fuck off. He is desperate to cum but he also imagines making you moan his name. That makes his cock harden a little more. “Tonight?” He asks, biting his lip.
You finish your beer, setting down the bottle and looking over at the waitress as she starts walking over to the two of you to check on you. “Get the check.” You tell him, deciding that you will tease him slightly. “We’ll see how good your handcuffing technique is, Pike.”
Marcus is eager, scrambling to grab some cash from his wallet and he hands the waitress far too much in his rush to get out of this fucking bar. Once he’s paid and you’re heading outside, he wraps his arm around your waist. “Wait…who’s being cuffed? You or me?” He teases, his semi hopefully not visible to others after he adjusted himself.
You chuckle and relax at the warm weight of his hand on your waist. Soon he would be touching much more. “Whatever you want to start.” You tell him, knowing he wants to try it all. “My hard limit is fisting. That’s a hell no. Do not attempt.” You tell him. “With those thick ass fingers of yours, three is the maximum.”
Marcus takes the compliment and notes the hard limit. It’s never been something he’s been into either. “Three fingers max.” He promises, sliding his hand a little lower to rest in your hip. “I’ll let you drive to my place. Save suspicion in the morning.” He notes when you enter the garage for the Hoover building.
“Sounds like a plan.” You tell him and he walks you to your car. Before you can get in, he presses you against the side, reaching up to cup your cheek.
“Are you sure you’re okay with this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to - to be with me because I’m your boss.” He knows how fucked men can be to pressure their female employees and he vowed to never be remotely like those assholes.
Your cunt clenches at the way he traps you against the car. It’s not meant to be threatening but it’s kind of sexy. At least your pussy thinks so. “I’ve had plenty of x-rated thoughts about my handsome boss over the past few months.” You admit, smirking at him. “You didn’t coerce me.”
He offers you a boyish grin upon hearing you’ve had thoughts about him. He knows there are cameras around so he doesn’t do what he wants, which is to just press his lips to yours and make out like a teenager against your car. Instead, he leans closer so his breath mingles with yours. “Good. I’ll see you at my place.” You’ve been to his place lots of times for team cookouts and late nights going over files. This time is different though. Unable to stop himself, he kisses the side of your mouth before he pulls back, opening your door for you.
You have to calm your nerves on the drive over to his house, playing some music to try to keep from working yourself up. Your stomach is jumpy and excited, it’s been awhile since you’ve gotten laid and this sounds like it’s going to be fun. Toys, bondage, edging are all things you love and it was rare to find a partner who just didn’t want to fuck as quickly as possible and go to sleep. Pulling up into the spot beside him, you flash him a grin as you climb out. “Fancy seeing you here.”
Marcus chuckles, his stomach churning with nerves but he reminds himself that this is supposed to be fun. He exhales shakily and grabs his keys, guiding you to his front door before he unlocks it and disarms the alarm. “You want a drink? Beer? Wine? Whiskey? Water?” He offers several options, trying to show that he isn’t in a rush.
“Some water will be fine.” You don’t want to drink too much the first time you do this. You look around his living room, noticing that it’s neat, just like it has been every time you’ve been here. “So I guess we can talk more about what you are looking for.” You decide to shuck your jacket and hang it up, your holster and weapon locked in your glove compartment already. “Establish safe words, warning queues. That kind of thing.”
Marcus grabs you both a bottle of water, sitting down on the sofa and patting the space beside him. "Um, yeah. I just- I want to try new things with someone I trust that isn't going to reject me or make fun of me." He admits, biting his lip. "My exes...they just wanted missionary. Doggy or spooning. Rarely did a girlfriend ride me. Claimed their thighs hurt so, uh, I guess I just want a woman who wants to experiment with me that I know and trust. I'm clean by the way. I just had my medical. Can show you the results." He says, reaching for his phone.
You shake your head. “I trust you. I’m clean too. And I have an IUD if cum play is something you are into.” You inform him. “I promise I won’t make fun of anything you want to try. Even if it’s not something I like.” You don’t mind the idea of this at all. “My safe word is blueberry.” You admit with a smile. “Have you ever thought of what you would use as one?”
He reaches out to squeeze your hand in appreciation. “Safeword? I’d say ‘pancakes’ and I, uh, I wouldn’t mind cum play. I might…” He exhales shakily, blushing furiously at the fact that he’s gonna tell anyone this. “I might have a breeding kink.” He confesses, knowing that he often gets off on the thought of knocking his partner up, watching his cum drip from her and knowing there’s a small chance it took. It’s dumb, all of his partners have had birth control but the idea just turns him on.
“Okay.” You nod, wanting to put him at ease. “It’s pretty common. I have a breeding kink too, even if I’m nowhere near having kids.” You give a small laugh. “So me begging you to put a baby in me would be top tier dirty talk?” You just want to make sure you are giving him what he wants. And since this is a mutual kink, that wouldn’t be hard. Plenty of ex’s had been weirded out even when you explained you didn’t want kids right then.
His cock hardens even more at the revelation that you also have a breeding kink and aren’t laughing at him. “Jesus.” He exhales sharply, “yes. God, I think you’d make me cum right away.” He chuckles softly, wiping his hands on his pants. He wants you, God, he wants you. “So, uh, should we…” He trails off, not wanting to push you. You nod and he swallows harshly, shifting over to you and he tentatively reaches out to cup your cheek. His dark eyes meet yours for a moment until he gently moves closer until he can press his lips to yours.
The first kiss is tentative, explorative. When you don’t hesitate or push him away, he gets a little more comfortable, moving closer. Sparks sizzle in your belly and your mouth opens, inviting him in with a soft moan as your hands drift up his arms to rest on his shoulders. His tongue immediately slides inside your mouth and the kiss turns slightly needy, Marcus pressing closer and your mutual groans getting louder.
Marcus loves that he knows you. The awkward dissipates almost instantly, and he caresses your back as he slides his tongue against yours. He might be a little clumsy but honestly, he’s so fucking eager to please. He’s decided he wants to handcuff you. Show you how good a lover he can be before you decide to go further into his sexual exploration. His hands grab your ass and he shifts to lean back, bringing you with him until you are straddling him. He kisses along your jaw, allowing you a moment, “you’re so beautiful.” He coos, wanting you to know that he truly believes that. He’s always thought that.
Flattery will get him everywhere with you. You wiggling into his lap, moaning when you feel his hard cock poking against your core and start grinding down on it. Slowly moving your hips in a circle eight pattern while your fingers comb through his hair. “And you’re sexy.” You pant out breathlessly, squealing softly when he bites down gently. “Fuck, do that again.” You beg.
He does as he is told, biting down again before he soothes the skin with his tongue. His cock throbs as you grind onto him and his hands slide up to squeeze your tits through your blouse. “Can I take this off?” He asks.
“Please.” Comes your breathless reply and he untucks it from your pants before pulling it over your head to expose your sensible white bra. It’s the sexiest thing he’s ever seen. Your tits encased in the white silk makes him surge forward to kiss along the swell of your breast until he takes your nipple into his mouth through the material.
You whine, loving the feeling of his hot mouth soaking the material and the scrape of his teeth against the sensitive skin. “I- you can bite.” You tell him breathlessly, your fingers curled into his hair and you push him a little closer to your breasts. “I like that.” He groans, his cock twitching and throbbing underneath you, making you grind down against it a little more. You wish you had worn a skirt today, so it could already be pushed up to your hips, but you had worn a pantsuit. Feeling the pressure of his teeth makes your body jolt in surprise and you can’t help but moan again. “Mar-Marcus.”
His hands slide up your back, unclasping your bra as he bites down on your nipple again. Reluctantly pulling back so he can drag your bra down before he tosses it aside to resume his actions. Biting down on your other nipple, his hand squeezes your free breast, unable to believe how good you already feel pressed against him. His cock throbs but he’s not in a rush. “Lemme - lemme take my shirt off.” He murmurs, pulling back so he can tug on his tie, the material suddenly suffocating.
He works on his tie while your greedy fingers already start working on his lower buttons, eager to get to his skin. You’ve often wondered how he would look and feel, during those moments of naughty thoughts. You huff, finding a soft white cotton blend t-shirt underneath his once crisp dress shirt. Tugging on the ends to try to pull them from where they are tucked into his pants. You know you don’t have to rush, but excitement has you working frantically to get him just as exposed as you are.
Marcus loves how eager you are to get to his skin, tossing the tie aside as he helps you untuck his shirts before he shrugs off the button down. “Too many damn clothes.” You tease and he chuckles, “professional attire.” Eventually, you are pulling off his t-shirt, exposing his bare chest and he feels a little self conscious. He’s not built, he is fit enough to pass all the FBI requirements but he’s never had a six pack. A fit dad bod was how Teresa described him. He just hopes you like how he looks.
Your hands caress his skin and you lean in, pressing your breasts against his chest with a soft moan. “Fuck, you’re hot.” You praise, lips pressing against his neck before you start kissing down it and along his shoulder. You have always believed that men deserve just as much praise as women do when you are intimate. It makes the entire thing better, makes you more eager to be with that person again. You love that his chest is smooth and relatively hairless, your fingers mapping his skin.
Marcus’s chest tightens at your praise and eager kisses, making him feel like the most handsome man in the world. He loves it. His hands grab your ass, grinding you onto his throbbing covered cock. “You’re so fucking hot. Always thought it.” He confesses, “wanted to fuck you.” He reaches for the button of your pants, making quick work of them before he slides his hand into your panties. It’s awkward but he manages to rub your clit.
You whimper against his collar bone, tongue sliding along the thin skin there when you feel his thumb press against your clit. Right now this is what the two of you need. An introduction to one another. Your own hand snakes down and you squeeze his thick cock through his pants and moan when he twitches against it. “Lean back, baby.” You order him softly. “I want to get your cock out.”
He leans back, chuckling softly when you curse his belt but soon enough it is being tossed across the room with a clang. You then unbutton his smart dress pants, pulling the zipper down before reaching in to grip his cock. He hisses, unable to stop himself as he realizes how damn good your hand feels, he knows he’s gonna lose his mind when your cunt grips him.
“Fuck.” You whimper when you feel the hot weight of him in your hands. He’s thick, not overly girthy, but he will stretch and fill you deliciously. Your lips find his jaw and you can’t help but nip his skin as you slowly start to stroke him. “I’ve got my boss’s dick in my hand.” You moan breathlessly. “Wonder how many roleplay scenarios we can come up with?” You tease. “Please sir, I’ll do anything for a raise.”
He moans, continuing to rub your clit. “You’ve already got a raise.” He teases, twitching in your grip. You giggle, rolling your eyes, and he chuckles before you pump him, taking his breath away. “Jesus baby.” He grunts, “want to see all of you.” He gently pushes you off of him, making you stand so he can pull your pants down.
You don’t have any issue standing naked in front of him. Your body, with all of its imperfections, is your body. If he didn’t like it, he could just end things here. Although from the way that his eyes darken and he reaches for you again, you don’t think that it’s going to be an issue. “Show me your bedroom Marcus.” You tell him, pulling away from his reaching hands and picking up your pair of handcuffs, holding them up with one finger. “Easier to play there.”
He gulps, a drop of pre-cum soaking his boxers as he stands up, kicking off his sensible work loafers before he shoves down his pants, eager to be naked alongside you. He stumbles slightly in his excitement to get you to his bedroom but he’s soon opening the door for you.
Even though you’ve been inside his home several times, you’ve never been in his bedroom. It’s neat, just like the rest of the house and you smile when you see that his bed is even made, not just covers thrown haphazardly back into place. His bed is a nice size, queen, since he doesn’t need a larger bed living alone. “So what do you want to do, Marcus?” You ask, looking at the bed and then back to him. “Do you want to be in handcuffs or use the handcuffs on me?”
He eyes the handcuffs, knowing he wants to experience being tied up but tonight should be about you. He wants to show you how good he can be. Make you feel like you’re in heaven so you will want to fuck him again. He does feel like he has to prove himself since he is the one who wanted this. “You. I want you handcuffed to my bed so I can make you scream my name while my tongue is buried in your pussy.” He may be sweet but Marcus can be direct and dirty. He knows what he wants.
Your eyes widen in surprise but you can’t help but smirk. You have no issue being handcuffed by him to the bed and your cunt clenches at the thought of looking down and seeing his head between your thighs. “Yes sir.” You sass, swaying your hips as you walk by him and make sure you stick your ass out as you climb onto the bed and lay down in the middle of it. He had wanted to be able to explore things with you and you were going to give him that.
Marcus groans as you lay down on the bed, arms stretched towards the headboard and your legs spread to display your dripping folds. He grabs the handcuffs, leaning over you. “Are you sure? You want out, you say the word.” He orders, his voice authoritative.
“Blueberries.” You remind him of your safe word and watch as the muscles under his skin flex and ripple as he wraps the cold steel of your handcuffs around one wrist and clicks them closed before winding it behind the slats and takes your other wrist in his hand. “You don’t have to worry, I won’t stay silent if I want out.” You pause. “Spanking is also on the table. If you’re into that.”
His cock twitches violently at the thought as he cuffs your other hand. “Yeah? You like being spanked like a naughty little girl?” He coos, a sudden dominant vibe surging inside of him now that you are cuffed to his bed. He shuffles, kneeling between your thighs and he playfully slaps the inside of your thigh.
“God.” Your moan is loud and your cunt clenches, slightly shocked that he had slapped your thigh. You should have known better, but men far less chivalrous than Marcus had not liked spanking. He rubs your skin even though the slap hadn’t stung for more than a second, there hadn’t been any force behind it. “Yes.” You admit shamelessly. “Love it.”
Marcus smirks, loving how eager you are. He shifts to lay between your thighs, groaning at how wet you are. He inhales your heady scent before he leans closer, sliding his tongue through your folds.
You let out a strangled groan, closing your eyes and letting your head flop back against the pillows while he licks at your cunt. You never imagined an after work drink would have led to this. “Oh fuck, Marcus.” You whimper, body jolting when he flicks his tongue over your clit.
He just hums in delight, loving the tang of your arousal as he flicks your clit, your hips bucking into his mouth. His arm slings over your stomach to keep you still while he slides his tongue through your folds. “You prefer your clit sucked or flicked?” He asks, wanting to communicate about what you like.
Your eyes open and you look down at him, his dark eyes fixed on you. “Flicked.” You pant out, whimpering when he does just that and your instinct is to pull your hands down. The clank of the handcuffs makes you moan, realizing you can’t touch him. “Fuck.”
He smiles into your folds. “Gotta be a good girl. Keep your hands there. Otherwise, I gotta spank you.” He warns, knowing you’d like the punishment. It’s so much fun to try a different part of his sexual personality, enjoying being a little more dominant. He flicks your clit while his hand slides along your thigh. Pressing two fingers into your cunt, he groans at how wet you are. “Dripping for me like a filthy girl. You like being handcuffed to my bed? I can do what I want to you. I could make you cum on my fingers…or leave you high and dry.” He hums, curling his fingers inside of you before removing them.
The whimper you let out is sinful. Gasping and lifting your hips to chase his fingers. It’s fucking sexy to hear that fall from your bosses lips. How the hell could someone not want Marcus like this? “I- I’ll be good.” You promise, biting your lips and moaning again as your cunt throbs. “Please.”
He hums again, leaning in to kiss your thigh before he slides two fingers back inside of you, pumping his digits with a groan at the way your walls grip him as if to stop him from pulling them out again. He leans in to flick his tongue over your clit, wanting to hear you cum for the first time.
It doesn’t that you long. A few minutes of perfectly curled fingers combined with clever, strong flicks of his tongue against your clit has your toes curling and your arms straining at the handcuffs. That knot of tension building in your stomach busting and making you cry out. “Ohhh fuuuuuuck!” You gasp as your cunt gushes over his fingers and your entire body lights up in bliss.
He fucking loves the way you cum. Your thighs pressed against his head and the gush of juices on his digits until there’s a squelching sound as he works you through it. He groans, kissing your clit as he waits for you to relax from your orgasm. “You good?” He asks, wanting to make sure you’re okay with the handcuffs and aren’t uncomfortable before he continues making you feel good.
Your body relaxes and your chest heaves while you try to catch your breath. “Fuck, I’m great.” You chuckle, tilting your head back and looking up at the ceiling. “Jesus Christ, Marcus. You are talented with that mouth of yours.” You praise. “How the fuck are you single? A man who eats pussy like that is a fucking prize.”
He sighs, kissing your inner thigh. “I’m too much too soon. Always dive in and end up scaring them away.” He confesses, knowing his desire for a wife and family has led to him seeming a little desperate and intense. He wants you to cum one more time on his tongue, wants you to be eager to fuck him next time. He kisses along your thigh before he flicks his tongue over your clit again, loving your whimper of sensitivity.
Forgetting about his words, you just let yourself experience his tongue. It’s all you can do. There is a helpless aspect to bondage that you enjoy, being unable to do anything but what your partner wants you to do appeals to the woman that is always independent and in charge of her life. Your legs lift and you drape them over Marcus’s broad shoulders while he continues to lick into you like you are a sweet.
He slides his tongue into your cunt, curling it as he groans at how wet you are. His nose presses against your clit, loving how sweet your cum tastes as he works you up again. His hands slide up to squeeze your tits, pinching your nipples to hear your sweet cry of his name again.
Oftentimes, you get one orgasm with lovers, so this is a treat. You love the ache of his fingers rolling your nipples between them and the groans that vibrate against your folds. Even if this wasn’t exactly what you had been expecting tonight, you feel like just the handcuffs being used is giving Marcus a new experience. Your hips lift and you cry out his name when your second orgasm steamrolls over you, making you choke out another cry and shake under his touch.
He fucking loves it. Already addicted, he laps up every drop of your cum as you shake beneath him, heels digging into his shoulders as you ride your orgasm. He groans, lapping at your folds to work you through it until you relax and he rests his chin on your lower stomach. "Damn. You taste good." He licks his lips as he looks at you.
You give him a lazy smile, still blissed out and soft from your orgasm. “That was really good.” You hum happily. “What do you want now? Do you want to fuck me? Feel how soft and wet I am? How tight I feel around your cock?”
Marcus nods, wanting to feel you around him. “You, uh, want to use a condom?” He asks, wanting to know before he slides inside of you. His cock is throbbing so he shifts to kneel, wrapping his fingers around his cock to give him some relief.
“Only if you want to.” You shoot him a grin and one foot comes up to slide along his thigh. “I trust you are safe and there’s that IUD, remember?” You tease. “So I am yours to turn into a Twinkie if you want.”
He groans, cock twitching in his grip before he lets go, grabbing your calf and bringing your foot up to his mouth. He wraps his lips around your toe, sucking as he shuffles closer to you. His cock sliding between your folds as he covers his length in your cum.
You squeal, surprised by that move, and you giggle when he bites down on your toe playfully. Only to moan a second later when starts to slide his cock up against your entrance teasingly before letting his move to push against your clit. Teasing you as he wets himself with your juices. “Marcus.” You pant, eager to feel him inside you. “Are you going to make me beg?”
He hums, releasing your toe before placing your calf on his shoulder. “Now there’s an idea.” He nudges your clit with the head before pulling away. “Beg for my cock. Beg me to fuck you. I could pull away now, leave you here to think about how good my cock would feel inside of you.”
You pout at him, whining at the threat. “Fuck me, Marcus.” You beg quietly. “I want to feel your cock inside me, I want to feel you when I’m sitting at my desk tomorrow and know they you fucked me tonight.” You bite your lip. “I want to feel your cum inside me.”
He pulls away from you. "That's not good enough." He quips, removing his cock from your folds. He hums and shuffles off of the bed. "I think you need a few minutes to think about how much you want my cock inside of you." He slaps your thigh before he strides out of the room. Leaning against the wall in the hallway, his cock is throbbing but he wants to hear your sweet begs for him. He wants to feel in control after all the bullshit with Teresa.
“Oh fuck.” You bite your lip, whimpering with your eyes still on the doorway where Marcus disappeared. You had never expected him to actually leave you. “Please, please fuck me.” You beg, your voice pleading. “I need your cock inside me. God, you can’t tease me like this baby.” You squirm on the bed, restless and tug on the handcuffs to clatter against the slats of his headboard. “Come back and fuck me, please.”
He bites his lip, deciding to go and get you a bottle of water. He desperately wants to go in there and sink into you but he also wants to hear you beg a little more. “Sorry. Did you say something?” He calls out, a smirk on his lips as he sets the bottle down before wrapping his fingers around his cock, trying to stop himself from jerking off.
Huffing, your whimper is frustrated. “Marcus, please. God, stop teasing me. I want to feel you inside me. I want - fuck uncuff me and I’ll ride you.” You try to bargain. “I just want your cock inside me, filling me up.” Your legs shift impatiently and your cunt is throbbing. “Please, please, please fuck me, please fuck me, please fuck me.” You beg, chanting your plea over and over again.
Marcus can’t deny you when you beg so sweetly. He lets go of his cock and makes his way into the bedroom. Your whine of relief makes pre-cum drip onto his carpet and he doesn’t give a fuck. When he is hovering over you, your legs spread as you buck up into thin air, it releases something inside of him. He grabs your hips, spinning you so your arms cross and you are on your stomach. He straddles your thighs and grips his cock, not even wasting a second before he is pushing into you, his hips pressed against your ass.
Your shriek of pleasure is loud, making sure that anyone nearby hears it. His cock stretches you, pushes up against your walls in the most fantastic way that leaves you breathless. He’s groaning behind you, maybe growling and your cunt can’t help but react, clenching down around him while he grinds deeper into your body. His hips pushing against your ass and pushing you into the bed. “Oh- oh fuck.”
“That’s it. Take all of it. Take all of my cock.” He growls, loving the way your arms are crossed, his cock pushing inside of you as he begins a fast pace, wanting to hear you scream his name and remember him tomorrow when you walk.
You can’t do anything but take it. Moaning and gasping out every time he pushes deep, feeling like he’s burying himself in your guts. You instinctively know that this isn’t his normal pace. All you can do is ball your hands into fists and try to push your ass up as he thrusts down into you. “Oh fuck- shit- Marcus!”
He leans down, pressing all of his body over yours so he can bite down on your shoulder. He rocks into you, his hips slamming against yours as he roughly fucks you. He isn’t usually like this but he wants to indulge in his more animalistic side. “You feel so fucking good. So tight. God baby.” He groans, kissing your neck.
Your toes curl and you moan nearly every thrust, being able to take a breath when he pulls his hips back only to have it push back out when his hips snap forward again. “Yes.” You hiss, bowing your back as much as you can until it hurts. “Use me.” You beg. “Take what you need.”
He grunts, wanting you to cum first before he feels you up. “I’m gonna - I’m gonna fill you up. Gonna get you - fuck - get you pregnant. Knock you up and watch your belly grow. Want to watch my cum drip out of you knowing - knowing that it took.” He knows you are okay with it, knowing you have an IUD. It’s just pretend, but fuck if it doesn’t make his cock throb inside of you.
You whine, nodding with your face against the cool pillow. “Fuck yes.” You gasp, clenching down around him. “Fuck, breed me baby.” You feel positively wicked just saying it out loud, always thinking it during sex but never having a partner be comfortable with it. The last guy you had tried that with went limp. “Please, fill me up.”
“Going to.” He promises. Shit, this is his fucking dream. A hidden part of him wants to do it for real, but that’s just his desire for a family. You and him aren’t like that. You aren’t together. “Gonna fill you up. Get you pregnant. Coat your walls with my cum. Just want you to cum.” He groans.
Whimpering, you feel him speed up. The slap of his hips against your ass loud and his cock is shredding up inside you. Striking against pure heaven and making you race towards another orgasm. “Go-going to.” You pant out. “Yo-your cock is going to make me cum. Fuck- so good.” You feel him push deep and it unleashes a wave of pleasure inside you. “Ohhhhh Marcusssssssss!” You cry out loudly as you soak his cock.
Marcus fucking loves it, burying his cock deep inside of you as he struggles to even thrust because of how tight you’re gripping him. “Good girl. God, I love this.” He chokes, thrusting his hips a few more times before he cums, pushing deep as he paints your walls with his hot seed.
You moan as he fills you up. Feeling the flood of heat from his cum and basking in the way that you feel even fuller than you did just a moment before. The rocking thrusts of his hips makes it squelch, pushing it out around his length as he rides out his high. You sigh, closing your eyes and smiling at the way you feel completely relaxed and sated as he collapses on top of you.
Marcus exhales deeply until he is kissing along your shoulder as he enjoys the buzz of his orgasm. He loves how you seem boneless beneath him and he is happy to have fucked you to that point. He kisses your cheek before he pulls out of you. He gently turns you over, groaning when you spread your thighs and he can see his cum dripping out of you. "Jesus. That's a pretty sight." He murmurs, unable to stop himself from reaching out to push his cum back inside of you.
You whimper in delight and your eyes flutter closed as his fingers plug your cunt, keeping his cum trapped inside you. “Fuck Marcus.” You pants. “Gotta make sure it stays in there.” You murmur, continuing the small little breeding fantasy. You open your eyes and find him staring down at your cunt and his fingers. “How do you feel about plugs?”
He smirks, blushing despite everything he just did to you. “Damn. That would be sexy as hell.” He pulls his fingers away, bringing them up to your mouth and you wrap your lips around them, sucking his cum off of his digits. He groans, spent cock twitching, and withdraws his fingers, grabbing the key so he can unlock the cuffs. After removing them, he gently rubs your wrists, leaning down to kiss your lips. “I’ll get you some water.” He murmurs, pulling back before making his way to the kitchen.
Sitting up, you slide off the bed, needing to use the bathroom. Marcus had just spent countless minutes pushing against your bladder and you are eager to relieve it. Slipping into his en-suite, you use the toilet and clean up quickly, flushing and washing your hands before you walk back out just as Marcus comes back in from the kitchen. “I hope you don’t mind, I had to pee.” You explain with a small grin.
He rolls his eyes at you, “as if I’d be bothered about that sweetheart.” He shifts to lay down beside you, handing you the bottle of water. “Drink. You need to hydrate.” He orders, not wanting you to feel ill. He wants to ask you to stay for some takeout but he doesn’t want to push it.
“Yes sir.” You send him a cheeky smile and twist the cap off to take a long drink of the cold water. Moaning quietly when you realize how thirsty you actually were, downing half the bottle before you pull it away from your lips. “Here.” You offer him the rest of the water. “You need some too. You did all the work.”
He downs it, tossing the bottle onto his nightstand. He reaches out to cup your cheek, pressing his lips to yours. “So…did I pass the friends with benefits audition?” He asks, smiling as he settles back against the headboard.
You smirk and raise a brow at him in amusement. “It all depends on if feeding me is a part of Mr. Pike’s aftercare routine.” You tell him playfully before you nod. “It was good, seriously good.” You promise him. “Was it- was it what you were imagining? Or no?”
He chuckles, wrapping his arm around your shoulders to pull you into his chest. “What do you want?” He asks, “your choice. Thai? Pizza? Chinese? Or McDonalds?” He asks, wanting to give you options. He swallows after a moment, looking at you. “It was…it was incredible. Seriously, thank you. I never - I’ve never been like that before. Never been so…so animalistic.” He admits, blushing even more.
You smile, happy that he has been able to experience something new with you. “Good.” You lean in and press your lips to his, hoping that he doesn’t mind since the two of you are done having sex. You keep it quick, pulling back and biting your lip. “Is Chinese okay?” You ask, wanting egg rolls all of a sudden.
“Sure. Lemme grab my phone and you can order whatever you want.” He says, shifting off of the bed and he reaches for his boxers before he moves to grab his phone from his jeans. “Here babe.” He says, handing you the phone. This feels so domestic but he reminds himself that this isn’t anything more than friendship with sex sprinkled in.
You pull up the UberEats app and select the restaurant that it looks like Marcus has ordered from before. You pick your favorite meal and hand the phone back to him, making sure to get extra egg rolls. “I’ve picked out what I want.” You tell him with a grin. “I guess I better get dressed, huh?”
He bites his lip, “we are friends. If you wanna wear one of my shirts and boxers until you go, that’s cool. Or you can get dressed. Whatever you’re most comfortable with.” He offers, wanting to cuddle but he won’t let his damn clingy nature ruin this.
“That will work.” You smile at him and nod. “I just didn’t want to make you uncomfortable by being naked when we aren’t- you know.” You feel your cheeks heat up and you give a small shrug. “This is new, so I don’t want to overstep.”
He kisses your cheek, “you wouldn’t make me uncomfortable. Communication is key so you tell me what you’re comfortable with and I’ll do the same. We are friends, not just coworkers. This is supposed to be fun so I want you to be happy and relaxed.” He shifts off of the bed again, grabbing a clean t-shirt and pair of boxers from his dresser for you.
“Thank you.” You stand and take the clothes when he hands them to you. Slipping on the boxers and shirt before you lay back down. “So I guess we should talk about aftercare and cuddling and things like that.” You venture. “And what else you want to have happen.”
He leans back against his pillows. “I’d like cuddles, if you’re cool with that. And I would like to look after you. I think aftercare is key. Especially after a hard session. Water, food, lotion. Relaxation. You never have to leave here if you don’t feel like it. I’m good with you staying over. You can even stay in my guest room. I want…I want you to dominate me next. Edge me. I’ve never had a lover do that.” He admits, biting his lip.
“Okay so on days we are planning on meeting up, I would say that we just sleep over.” You propose. “I’ll sleep wherever you want, but I know it’s draining after some things.” You smirk at him. “How do you feel about cock rings?” You ask playfully.
“I’ve never used one. I’m open to it. Do you- I never asked you what you’d like to try. This is about you too. What’s your biggest fantasy? I want to make your fantasies come true too.”
You give him an embarrassed grin. “Well, the breeding kink is a very big one and a plug.” You admit. “Making me keep your cum inside me for however long.” You give a small chuckle. “Um, and I- I like when someone cums on my face.” Your cheeks heat up again as you tell your boss your desires.
His cock twitches at that thought. “Really?” He asks, jaw dropped when you nod. “Well, I’m sure we can arrange that sweetheart. Jesus, you’re a dirty little thing, aren’t you? What about roleplay? Any fantasies? I, uh, I want to roleplay an interrogation. Where, uh, I'm the perp.”
“Hmmmm that’s a good one.” You curl into his side easily and wrap your hand around his stomach. “I have to…break…my suspect.” You purr. “I’ve got some fantasies that are- no, I don’t have anything.” You can’t bring yourself to admit that, it’s too dark and you don’t want to scare him or make him think you are fucked up.
He frowns, wanting you to feel secure and safe enough to tell him what you want. You’re here for a good time and he wants to make sure you both enjoy it. “You don’t have to tell me but I won’t judge. This is supposed to be fun. If I don’t like it, I’ll tell you but I won't make fun of you.” He promises, cuddling into you.
“I - God, I’ve had a fantasy about- being taken advantage of while I sleep since I was - fuck, 17?” You admit. “A stranger sliding into bed and fucking me while I’m asleep.” You can’t look over at him, knowing you would see disgust on his face. After telling one boyfriend about it and having him break up with you, you had never told anyone else about your fantasy.
Marcus can’t stop his cock from hardening even if he tries. “You mean-” He clears his throat, “you want - you want to be fucked while you’re asleep?” You nod, biting your lip from mortification and he leans closer to rest his forehead against yours. “As long as you give me consent, I can make it happen. You have to be sure though. Consent. Consent. Consent.” He repeats, knowing he will need you to be certain before he ever takes you like that.
You exhale loudly, amazed that he would even consider it. “Yes- fuck, you’ll do it?” You ask, eyes wide and hopeful. “I mean, you don’t have to, I’ve just- that’s my one thing that I’ve always wanted.”
“I will if you give me consent. I won’t do it unless you are comfortable.” He tells you, knowing he wants to fulfill your fantasies as well as his own. “Anything else you want?” He asks, curious as his phone dings that the food is on the way.
“Standard stuff.” You give a small shrug. “Anal is okay, I like it.” You tell him. “But yes, I give you consent. Alllll the consent.” You giggle quietly. “What’s your deepest fantasy?” You ask, wanting to know.
He bites his lip again, blushing furiously as he imagines his deepest fantasy. “I, uh, I don’t know if you’ll like it, considering our jobs.” He confesses, looking over at you with flushed cheeks. “I- I want to - to have sex in public. Somewhere we can be caught and I’m trying to keep you quiet but also trying to make you cum.”
Your brow wings up and you nearly choke in surprise. This man claims that he’s vanilla and he wants public sex? “I - wow.” You don’t hate the idea though. “We would have to find the right spot to make that happen.” You tell him quickly, not wanting him to think you are saying no.
He nods, knowing it would involve planning because of your jobs. The fact that you aren’t saying no has him smiling softly. “Where have you been all my life?” He teases.
“In an office down the hall from you.” You joke and he leans in to rest his head on top of yours. “Let’s have some good food, sleep and then we can figure out our next fantasy.”
****
You bite your lip as you glance at the clock again, willing the numbers to be closer to the time where you can leave and go home. It’s been a few days since the first time that you had gone home with Marcus, both of you deciding that it didn’t need to be an everyday thing. It’s Friday, the weekend free and clear and the two of you can indulge without being interrupted with work. This time you are going to be in control over Marcus and edge him - at your apartment.
Marcus is nervous and excited. This time you’re in control and going over to your apartment gives more of that illusion. When the day ends, he watches you walk past his office without a glance in his direction, making his palms sweaty. He is already half hard just thinking about this, has been all day, and soon, he is in his car driving over to your place. When he arrives, he grabs the overnight bag from the car and makes his way to your door.
You smirk when you hear the doorbell ring, making your way over to it and opening it quickly to find Marcus standing there with his bag. “Come inside and leave your bag by the door.” You order him, watching his eyes widen when he sees what you have changed into. “Then you are to strip down to your boxers.”
Marcus's jaw drops at your outfit. Tight leather and lace that has his cock instantly hard. Plus your voice, full of authority has him ready to fucking cum. He nods, setting his bag down by the door and he is rock hard, body practically vibrating with excitement. "Jesus baby. You-" He closes his mouth when you look at him, showing him that he shouldn't talk.
He likes your nod to the classic idea of a dominant looks like, you had thought he would love it when you had picked it out after work the other day. Watching as he eagerly sets his bag down and starts shucking off his clothes, haphazardly throwing them on the floor. “Ah ah ahhhh.” You purse your lips in disappointment and look at the pile pointedly. “Don’t be a messy boy.” You purr. “Make sure you fold them neatly.”
His cock twitches as he picks up his pants, carefully folding them up like he used to in the army, and he shrugs off the rest of his clothes, carefully placing the pile down on the floor. He stands up straight in his boxers, awaiting your next command with his cock bulging in the thin material.
“Hmmm.” You bite your lip as you see that he’s already hard, obviously enjoying you ordering him around. “I’m not going to use handcuffs on you.” You announce with a smirk. “I have straps for your hands and feet to tie you to my bed. Is that okay with you?” You ask, wanting to make sure he is comfortable with that idea. “Spread out and vulnerable, waiting for me to touch you?”
Marcus whimpers, actually whimpers at the idea. Swearing he could cum just from you telling him about what you are going to do to him. He nods and you shake your head. "Words." You order, making him shiver.
"It's okay - more than okay - with me." He responds, wringing his hands together as he becomes fidgety.
Smiling, you crook your finger and beckon him to follow you through your apartment to your bedroom. Marcus has never been over here and you wonder if he’s looking around, or if his eyes are focused on your ass, your cheeks completely bare as the back of your outfit is a thong. You open the door and show him the queen sized bed that have black padded cuffs waiting at every corner, already tied to the frame and a cock ring, plug and anal beads sitting on the bedside table with lube.
Marcus honestly feels like he has died and gone to heaven, a soft groan escaping his lips as he eyes the set up. It's everything he has fantasized about and more. "Shit." He hisses under his breath, unsure of what to look at since you look like a damn snack and he is starving. He hopes you let him eat you out again. "Where do you want me...ma'am?" He tests the waters, wanting to please you.
“On the bed.” You order, walking over to the bed to start opening the cuffs. “Remind me of your safe word.” You know that it’s pancakes, but you want it to be fresh in his mind.
“Pancakes.” Marcus rushes over to lay down and you smirk as you start with his ankle, wrapping the cuffs around one firmly and tugging on it.
“Good boy.” You purposely haven’t removed his underwear, wondering if he will question you on it or if he will stay silent.
He grows more desperate for your touch with each cuff that is placed on his wrists and ankles. Groaning, he watches you finish the last cuff and he is soaking his boxers with pre-cum. He bucks his hips, able to move too much, and a whine escapes his lips. "Please. Please. I need - I need you."
You shush him, leaning over and pressing your lips to his firmly, feeling him strain to kiss you back. His tongue slides against your lips and you pull back with a grin. “Naughty boy.” You chide lightly. “I’ll take care of you, you just relax, hm?”
He tries to relax, breathing out as he waits for you to touch him, do anything with him. Closing his eyes, he forces himself to relax into the mattress, a soft sigh escaping his lips. “Yes ma’am.” He murmurs, opening his eyes to watch you.
You hun in approval and lean down to swirl your tongue around his flat nipple, making him gasp as you climb up on the bed and straddle one of his thighs as you reach down and cup his cock through his boxer. “When was the last time someone worshiped your cock baby?” You ask softly. “Licked it and sucked it, nuzzled it? Sucked on your balls while they stroked your cock?”
Marcus looks at you, realizing how fucking perfect you are for this. He’s never been so turned on and you haven’t even touched his cock. “It’s been a while. Not since - pre-Teresa. She never - I didn’t push her because she - she didn’t like giving blowjobs.” He reveals, feeling like he’s about to combust.
You smirk and hook your fingers under the band of his briefs. They are plain, standard boxers. Not name brand so you have no guilt when you grab the seam of them and start ripping them apart. “Good thing I love having a cock in my mouth.”
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He hisses when you rip his boxers, reach down to grip his cock and waste no time in taking him into your mouth. “Oh fuck baby.” He groans in relief, fingers twitching before curling into a fist as he remembers that he can’t touch you.
You hum around his length, loving how he twitches and rewards you with a small spurt of pre-cum when you press your tongue against the tip. Pulling off of him to flatten your tongue along the sensitive skin that is salty and slightly musky. “Do you want the toys now or when you are squirming, baby?” You coo, having every intention of turning him into a needy pile of goo by the time you climb onto his cock.
“Now, please.” Marcus begs, trying now to pull against restraints. All his wildest dreams are coming true and he can’t wait to see how it feels.
“Good boy.” You coo, happy he’s giving himself over to you like this. He said he wanted it, but so many men have a hard time giving up control. You lean over, reaching for the toys and your fingers let go of his cock and slide down to massage the taunt skin around his puckered hole.
He gasps, thighs shaking a little as you rub the sensitive skin and he swears he could cum just from that. A moan escaping his lips and he is completely at your mercy, nails digging into his palms. “Please.” He begs, needing more.
“You’re being so good.” You praise him, removing your fingers so you can coat them in a squirt of lube. “I’m going to work you open, okay? Tell me if you want to stop.” This is all about consent and fun, wanting him to love everything you do, or it doesn’t happen. You circle his sphincter again before you start to slowly push two fingers into him, leaning down and taking his cock back into your mouth.
He groans, loving the way your fingers are stretching him out. He has always wanted this but just couldn’t find anyone to do it for him. He hisses when you suck on his cock, making him whine your name and the cuffs pull on the bed frame. “Oh it’s good.” He pants, whining when you scissor your fingers to work him open.
He’s leaking into your mouth, making it water as your tongue twirls around the head and he groans your name again. You work him open slowly, not wanting to hurt him when you eventually use the toys on him. “You taste divine, baby.” You purr, pulling off his cock and crooking your fingers up inside him.
“What - what are you going to use?” He asks, curious and turned on. He wants to know what you’re gonna do to him. He’s at your mercy and he fucking loves it.
You hum, smiling up at the already wrecked look on his face. “Beads.” You decide. “Want the plug inside you when I sit on your cock and use it to make me cum.”
The choked noise he lets out is almost inhuman. He is so turned on, even hearing you say it has his cock leaking. When you grab the beads with your free hand, his muscles clamp down on your digits, his entire body practically vibrating with excitement.
Chucking at his eagerness, you withdraw your fingers and coat the beads very liberally in the lube. His hole is pulsing, anticipating the penetration and you sit and admire it for just a second before you press the smallest bead against the gasping flesh and watch his body basically try to pull it inside. “Shameless boy, I love it.” You coo as you stroke his thigh with your free hand and start to push the beads inside him.
He inhales deeply, gulping for air as you push the beads one by one inside of his ass. He has never felt like this and fuck, it just feels so good. He groans your name as you caress his thigh, his cock leaking onto his stomach.
You love how he looks, overwhelmed and blissed out at the same time. Pleasure looks fantastic on Marcus Pike and you are happy you are the one giving it to him. “It’s going to feel weird.” You caution, knowing how startling it can be when someone starts to pull the bead out. “Just let me know if I need to pause.” You order as you tug on the beads, reaching up and squeezing the base of his cock while you do.
He frowns slightly at the pressure, the way his body stretches around the bead, and he groans when you pump his cock, making him hiss in response. “Yes. Oh. Oh, I like that.” He pants, hips bucking up slightly since he’s restrained.
He’s so fucking good for you. You swear he would let you do anything to him and that is such a thrilling idea. Your cunt is dripping, soaking the tiny liner of your little outfit and you can’t help but grind down on his thigh while you work the beads back into him. “You are doing so good, baby.” You pant. “Such a good boy. You tell me when you are getting close to cumming okay?”
He whines out a "yes ma'am" and your praise has him on the fucking edge. He can feel your arousal slicking up his thigh as you rock your hips and the beads are pushed back into his ass while you pump his cock. He couldn't hold off if he wanted to. "I'm gonna cum." He pants just before he explodes, hot seed spurting out onto his lower stomach and chest, nearly hitting him in the face with how fucking hard he cums.
You hum, surprised that he’s cum so quickly but then again you aren’t, not with how new all of this is for him. “Naughty boy.” You stroke him through it, keeping the pressure up on his cock until you work every drop from his length until he is panting and whining in overstimulation. You let go of him and bring your hand up to your lips, licking off his cum from your skin while pants below you. “You couldn’t wait, could you?” You tease, winking at him as you lick up his spend.
He shakes his head, eyes closed as his entire body vibrates from his orgasm. "Fuck. I'm - I'm so sorry. I couldn't - it felt too good." He pants, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. "I - I am sorry ma'am." He barely manages to open his eyes to look at you.
“It's okay, baby.” You aren’t the hard dom type of girl. There wasn’t going to be any punishment for him cumming from you. You loved that you made him feel good enough that he couldn’t hold back. You ease the beads out from inside him and set them off the side and lean forward and press your lips to his. “Do you want to keep going, or are you done?” You murmur softly.
He smiles, lazy and lusty as he looks at you. “I want to keep going. You haven’t cum yet. I want to make you cum. You want to sit on my face?” He asks, wanting to hear you cry out his name as you soak his face again.
You grin, leaning and patting his cheek gently. “You are such a pleaser, Marcus.” You hum, intrigued by the idea of riding his face. “If I do that, I’m going to push your plug inside you, it vibrates.” You tell him. “And I’m going to let your right hand go so you can tap my hip if you need me to get off of you.”
He nods, eager to please and to feel something else inside of him. “Please baby. Whatever you want. I’m yours to use.” He tells you, his voice needy as his cum starts to dry on his skin.
The plug is coated in a thin layer of lube and you feel him tilt his hips up as you start to press it into him. Loving the way that he moans when it is fully seated and the base is flush with his cheeks. “Okay baby, tell me how you like this.” You turn it on and smirk when his mouth drops open and his eyes close, spent cock twitching.
“Holy fucking shit. I - Jesus. It’s - it’s so good.” He groans, his heart pounding at the stretch and he fucking loves it. God, this is incredible. Everything he’s ever wanted. “Please baby. Sit on my face.”
You reach up and peel the velcro around one of his wrist and guide his hand to your waist while you work your way up his chest. “Squeeze my hip twice if you want me to move off your face.” You order him, facing him so you can look down into his eyes while you ride his face. Reaching down and moving the thin panties to the side to reveal your folds.
He watches your cunt as you lower it towards his face and he nearly sprains his neck trying to lap his tongue through your folds before you settle on top of him. “Oh fuck yes.” He hisses, flattening his tongue through your folds before he begins to suck on your clit. You are surrounding him and he loves it, loves how you control him, control your pleasure.
Gripping your headboard, you don’t let Marcus move his head. Instead you start rolling your hips, rubbing your cunt over his mouth and using his lips and tongue to drag against your clit. Moaning softly you reach down and adjust the edge of your thong further out of the way, letting him reach all of you as you grind against him.
His fingers dig into your hip as he lets you ride his face, his tongue stiffened for you to get your pleasure from him. His cock is semi hard again, resting against his thigh as he just loves how you taste. His chin coated in your arousal and he hums into your folds.
You take your time, keeping your pace slow and steady as you use him. Not wanting to gallop towards an orgasm when his body is still recovering from his own pleasure. Tonight is about being in control and you set the pace. “Of fuck baby.” You reach down and tangle your fingers into his hair. “You’re doing so good letting me ride that tongue of yours.”
He grunts into your flesh in response, his blunt nails scratching your skin as he urges you to take what you need from him. He loves how you keep your pace controlled and use him for your pleasure. His cock is hard now, leaking pre-cum onto his stomach as you ride his face.
“You’re gonna make me cum.” You pant out breathlessly, thighs quivering around his cheeks as you try to keep your pace steady but your body is starting to react to the way that his tongue drags against your nerves. “You’re gonna be a good boy and let me cum all over your face, aren’t you?”
He manages to shift his head so he can talk to you. “Yes. Yes. I’ll be a good boy. Please, just cum for me. Cum all over my face.” He pleads before he sucks your clit into his mouth, his hand shifting to squeeze your ass cheek and help you rock on his face.
You moan, that little bit pushing you over the edge. Making your thighs tighten and your hips grind down onto him even more while your cunt starts to pulse around nothing. Your juices pouring out of you to soak his chin and mouth. “Oh, oh fuck baby, oh!” You cry out, tossing your head back in pleasure.
He hums in delight, never getting enough of hearing you cum. Even better to feel it as it drips onto his face, soaking his chin. The way you shake above him has him ready to cum, especially when he thrusts his hips against midair and the plug hits deeper inside of him, making him groan.
Chuckling breathlessly as you swing your leg over his face so you can get off of him, you lean down and press a kiss to his still wet lips. “Now I’m going to suck your cock and you can’t cum baby.” You warn him. “You cum and I won’t ride your cock.”
He exhales shakily, nodding as you slide down his body. His cock aches but he wants to feel your cunt surrounding his cock more than your mouth so he braces himself. “I- I can do that.” He tells himself more than you. “Good.” You smile and reach up to cuff his hand once more. When you wrap your fingers around his cock, he hisses, a dribble of pre-cum displaying how turned on he is.
“Someone liked having their face used as a seat.” You coo, lapping at the head of his cock where the pre-cum and cooled cum from his first orgasm is built up. His moan makes you smile and you kiss down the shaft to mouth at one of the soft balls beneath his cock and your chin pushes against the toy that is still vibrating at the lowest setting inside him.
“Oh fuck.” He chokes, cock twitching in your grip. He’s never been so turned on, absolutely enthralled with everything you do. This is what he has longed for. A woman to just take control and make him feel good. He’s always been a giver, never complained about that, but it’s nice to get something in return, to feel wanted and desired too. “So good baby. You’re too good to me.”
You twist your wrist, slowly stroking him while you roll the tender flesh around in your mouth and suck on it, making him moan again. Popping it out of your mouth so you drag your tongue over to the other one, giving it the same treatment as you had the first, wanting to show him how he should be treated. He said that no one had gone down on him in a while and you wanted it to be good. Humming, your grin when he flexes his hips up, pushing his cock into your grip.
“Jesus baby. It’s so good. You’re so good. I love it. It’s - shit. Not so fast. Gonna make me cum.” He groans, feeling like he’s about to combust and he is desperate to feel your walls around him. “Please. I need - I want you to sink down onto my cock. Want to feel you around me.” He begs, his voice needy as he whines.
“Good boy.” You stop moving your hand and pull off of his balls with a soft pop. Peppering kisses up his hips, you can’t help but take him back into your mouth once more to make him gasp out your name before you take mercy on him and straddle his hips. “Okay, I’m going to keep the toy inside you and ride you.” You reach between you and grip his cock to hold it up so you can position yourself and start to sink down on him, panties pulled to the side again. Groaning his name while you take him inside you. “Fuck, Marcuuuuus.”
He closes his eyes, knowing that if he looks at you, he will cum. You’re so damn tight around him and to see you above him, wearing that outfit, and the plug inside of him, has him on the fucking edge. “Oh God.” He whimpers, his fingers curling into fists, and he finally opens his eyes to look at you. “Fuck baby. Look at you. So damn beautiful.” He groans, watching you as you begin to ride him.
His cock was made for riding. That you are completely sure about. He fills you perfectly and his hips try to follow you as you lift and lower yourself onto his length. He can’t move too much, still strapped to the bed, but you can tell that he is loving every single second of it. “So good baby. Fuck you feel so big inside me.” You pant. “Like you're in my guts.”
He preens at the praise, happy that you love how he feels inside of you. “It’s cos you’re so damn tight.” He hisses when your walls flutter around him. The plug in his ass combined with your wet cunt has him on cloud nine. “Fuck baby. Rub your clit for me.” He orders, wanting to see it.
You should tell him no, but you don’t want to. Reaching down, your fingers spread your lips wide so that he has a good look and you rub your finger around in a slow circle as you grind down on his cock. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, mouth dropping open and you force yourself to keep moving. “I- God, I’m going to cum all over your cock, baby.”
“Do it. Please. Fucking do it. Please.” He begs, needing to watch you cum before he cums inside of you. “Please baby.” He whines. Your mouth falls open as you rock on his cock, rubbing your clit, and he watches you, enthralled as you cum. Crying out his name, you shake above him and he bites his lip. “Tell me I can cum.” He pleads.
Your nails scratch lightly down his chest and you nod quickly. “Cum.” You order him. “Fill me up baby. I need you to fill me up.” Your walls clench down around him. You keep your eyes trained on him and watch as his mouth drops open.
The combination of your words, soaking cunt, the plug in his ass, and the sight of your beautiful body above him all send him over the edge. With a loud enough groan that his neighbors can hear, he thrusts up into you, unable to stop himself as he paints your walls with his cum. His body shakes beneath you with pleasure as he cries out your name.
You whine, loving the way the heat of his cum floods your womb and you close your eyes. Leaning forward, you press your lips to his again and again. “That was- oh God that was so good.” You murmur. “Did you like it? You did so well.”
Marcus can barely speak, the haze of his orgasm rendering him speechless as his body just melts into the mattress beneath you. “Baby. I - fuck. Did I like it? That was - that was the best sex of my life.” He smiles, feeling giddy as he opens his eyes to look at you, almost certain he could fall in love with you but he reminds himself that this is just fun. Just casual.
You grin, happy that he had fun. Kissing him one more time. You reach up and start unstrapping him from the bed. Both of you groan when you pull off his cock and you quickly move to turn off the toy so he doesn’t get overstimulated. “Let me get your feet undone and we’ll take out the plug.” You promise. “Then we can shower and order some food.”
He nods, boneless and unable to do anything. He watches you as you uncuff him and his heart lurches when you rub his wrists. His spent cock twitches when you pull the plug from his ass. He feels empty but he’s ready to rest and relax. He sighs, closing his eyes again when you shift off of the bed to get a wet rag for him. “Seriously, so amazing.” He smiles, unable to believe how good it was.
“Good.” You carefully wipe the cum from his body, but both of you are going to need a shower. “I would be mad at myself if I couldn’t give you a good time.” You murmur. “Especially since you fucked me so good last time.” You wink at him and kiss him once more now you are done cleaning him up.
He grins, happy you are enjoying this too. “Baby. I want you to pick what you want next time. I want to thank you for this.” He sits up with a groan, shifting to lean against your headboard. “And I’m buying the food. What do you want? Pizza? Indian? Tacos?” He asks, knowing his phone is in the other room.
You snort and roll your eyes at him. You swear he would pay for every meal you had with him if you let him. “You bought the Chinese. And I picked that out.” You point out, leaning over and running your finger down his jaw. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”
He kisses your fingertip, knowing you are going to do what you want. Something he admires about you. “Okay baby.” He relents, knowing he will get you lunch tomorrow or coffee. “Pizza?” He asks, knowing he wants to eat and pizza is easy and simple.
“That sounds good.” You know what he likes on his pizza and you grin at him. “I’ll go order the pizza, why don’t you get in the shower and I’ll slip in there with you when I get done?” You offer, sending him a small wink.
Marcus nods, stumbling slightly as he shuffles off of the bed so he can enter your bathroom. He manages to turn on the shower, deciding to pee quickly before stepping under the warm stream, groaning at how good it feels against his muscles.
You pick up your phone and order the pizza, knowing that it will be at least an hour before they deliver, so you have plenty of time to shower before they come. You make your way into the bathroom and start stripping out of your outfit while Marcus is still groaning under the spray of the water. “Sore?” You ask.
He nods, “yes but in a good way. It’s been a long day and tonight was the perfect ending. I can’t thank you enough.” He reaches for the body wash, squirting some into his hand before he begins to gently wash you.
You don’t understand why this man is single. Even though tonight was supposed to be about him, he is still trying to take care of you every chance he gets. It is making your traitorous heart flip and flop. You remind yourself that a relationship isn’t what he wants. He just wants to have some sex, have some fun and blow off some steam before this little thing between you ends with this hopeless romantic eventually finds someone else. “No need to thank me.” You murmur softly. “I had a lot of fun too.”
Marcus washes you off before he washes himself off. He wants to kiss you, pull you close and tell you how amazing he thinks you are, but he knows that’s just the sex haze and he can’t get things mixed up between you. “Next time, you get to pick what you want us to do.” He tells you, wanting you to feel like this isn’t all about him.
“I’ve been thinking about that.” You turn off the shower and open the door so you can hand Marcus a towel. “You are already here tonight….so…if you’re up for it.-“ you bite your lip, feeling vulnerable. “If you wanted sex later on, I wouldn’t mind you touching me while I was asleep.”
He bites his lip, “I, uh, I’ll think about it. I just - I’m kinda boneless tonight.” He tells you. Your lower lip pokes out in disappointment and he feels guilty but you nod, offering him a small smile of understanding. Marcus dries off, eager to eat and get some sleep, his stomach twisting with something unknown. After drying off, the doorbell rings and before he can protest, you’re paying for the pizza.
The two of you eat, talking about the case that had come in but wasn’t a priority since it was mostly an Interpol investigation. Both of you are tired by the time that you are full and you pick up the plates to take them into the kitchen. “Maybe we should call it a night.” You offer, knowing he’s tired and you want to sleep too. “What do you think?”
Marcus nods, “yes. I’m tired.” He yawns despite his stomach churning with anticipation. Once you’re both settled in bed, he closes his eyes, feigning sleep and listening until he hears your heavy breathing as you curl into a ball, fast asleep. He shuffles closer, pushing down his boxers, his cock already hard with anticipation of fulfilling your fantasy.
You shift in your sleep, grunting slightly as you are pulled away from your position. You huff and turn your head, your eyes still closed and your breathing evens out.
Marcus is grateful you are wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else as he slides his hand under the material, squeezing your tit. He loves the sleepy whimper that escapes your lips as he shifts to curl around you, grinding against your ass after pulling your shirt up to your chest.
You sigh, feeling someone curling around you, but you feel like it’s a part of your dream. Moaning softly when your breast is squeezed and there’s a hardness against your ass. Even though you know you sleep alone.
He reaches out to grip his cock, pressing it up against your folds. He groans at how wet you are, no doubt you’re dreaming about something. He loves it. He rubs your clit with the head of his cock, wanting you to be wet enough to take him.
You moan, squirming in your sleep and still not waking up. Someone is rubbing your clit in your dream and you are just laying there, letting them pleasure you. Arching your back and pushing your cunt closer into their touch.
Marcus can feel how wet you are and he can’t believe he’s about to do this. He slides his cock lower, slowly pushing into you with a hiss at how tight you are. He loves it. Christ, he loves how you feel around him and once he’s pushed inside of you, he is pulling back to begin fucking you, his hand squeezing your tit.
It takes a couple of thrusts before you break out of sleep. Consciousness intrudes into your dreams and you realize that Marcus is buried deep inside your cunt and grinding into you. Your cunt clamps down around him and all you can do is gasp out a moan. “Oh fuck! Marcus…” It’s dark and you are reaching back to clutch at him, unable to believe that he is giving you what you wanted,
“You feel so good baby. You awake?” He coos, kissing your neck as he thrusts into you, slowly rocking his hips as he lazily fucks you. You moan and he chuckles, “didn’t want - didn’t want you to know I was gonna do it. Wanted it to be a surprise.” He confesses, rocking into you so his hips press against your ass.
You whimper, clenching down around him again. “Love it.” You pant, grabbing onto his hip and pull him into you on the next thrust. “Fuck- I love it. Do it whenever you want.” You can’t believe that he is so giving making this fantasy come true for you. It’s so much better than you ever imagined.
“Whenever I want? You want me to fuck this tight little pussy whenever I want baby? Just slide into it whenever you are asleep and I’m feeling horny? God, gonna fill this little cunt up with my cum until it takes. Fuck you until you’re full of my baby. Gonna make it happen every goddamn night.” He plays into another one of your fantasies, “won’t ask for permission, will just fuck you full of my seed whenever I want.”
You whine his name again, wall clenching down around him. “Do it, oh please fuck- do it.” You beg. It’s so fucking hot to hear him talk like that, it takes a minute to remember that he doesn’t mean it. “I want that. Just use me and fuck me until you knock me up.”
“Yes baby. Fuck, yes. Going to.” He allows himself to believe the fantasy, imagining you knocked up, walking around the office and everyone knowing it was him. “God, need you to cum first.” He reaches down to rub your clit, biting down on your shoulder as he thrusts into you, completely pressed against you.
“Fuuuuuuuuckkkk” You cry out here he starts rubbing your clit. It feels amazing and you love every single thing about what he is doing. “Marc- I- Im gonna-“ you cut yourself off and give out a loud, wordless cry of pleasure as you soak his cock.
“That’s it baby. Shit. Feels - feels so fucking good. So tight.” He groans as you clamp down on his cock. He works you through it, grinding up into you until he is burying his cock deep inside of you, biting down on your shoulder again as he paints your walls with his cum.
You shudder at the feeling of his teeth and his cum. Gasping and moaning softly while he rocks into you and rides out his high. “Oh God.” You give a little giggle after you catch your breath. “Now that’s how I should always be woken up.” You murmur, twisting your head to kiss his lips softly. “Thank you.”
He kisses you again, “you’re welcome. I just - I hope you’re not mad at me for earlier when I dismissed it. I just didn’t want you to know beforehand.” He blushes even though you can’t see him.
“You are so sweet.” You hum softly. When Marcus doesn’t pull out of you, you just snuggle back into his arms. “I wasn’t mad. If you weren’t up for it tonight that would have been okay too.” You murmur in the dark. “But I love that you surprised me. It was- it was everything I’ve wanted for so long.”
He smiles, kissing your shoulder and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer. “I’m glad. Thank you for experiencing all this with me. I love that it’s you. You’re my best friend.” He murmurs, brave under the cover of darkness. He hates his traitorous heart that thumps when you snuggle back into his chest, in no rush for him to pull out of you.
“You’re my best friend too.” You know that if you talk any more, you will say something stupid and ruin this. Instead, you clench around his softening cock and feign a yawn. “Do you want to sleep inside me?” You ask, sounding sleepy on purpose. “Cock warming?”
He hums, already half asleep from the orgasm. “Yes. I’d love that.” He murmurs sleepily, kissing your neck again before he passes out, snoring softly against your ear as his cock softens but remains inside of you.
****
You’re breaking your own rule but you can’t seem to find it in you to care. It’s been a month of sex with Marcus and you swear it’s been the best month of your life. Prompting you to risk this. You had been careful, making sure everyone knew you were headed out to lunch and then looped around to sneak into Marcus’s office. Surprising him with sex in the office was the perfect way to fulfill that little public sex itch he has. Plus you love the idea of him covering your mouth so you don’t moan.
Marcus looks up as you enter his office, a smile on his face while he sets his pen down. “Hey sweetheart. What’s up?” He asks, wondering why you shut the door and close the blind. “Everything okay?” He frowns, concerned that something is wrong.
“Everything’s good.” You promise, giving him a small smirk. “I just came in here to tell you that I’m not wearing any panties under my skirt.” You start pulling up your skirt until he just sees the barest glimpse of your cunt. “I was wondering if you’d fuck me over your desk.”
His eyes widen, flustered by the sudden invitation, especially since you’re at work, but he won’t deny that his cock instantly hardens. “Fuck. Pull your skirt up and sit on my desk.” He orders, reaching down to squeeze himself through his slacks. He loves this naughty side of you, the side only he gets to see during your rendezvous.
You smirk and rush forward, already dripping from just the idea of him fucking you in his office. Your skirt slides up your hips and he pushes back to give you room to get between him and the desk as he stands up. “Cover my mouth too.” You order softly. “I don’t want to moan too loudly.”
He nods, unable to resist you when you sit down on the desk and spread your legs to expose your already dripping folds. He shifts to sit down in his chair again, surging forward to bury his face in your cunt. He can’t seem to get enough of you, groaning into your flesh.
“Marcus!” You bite your lip to keep from whimpering too loudly. You hadn’t expected him to use his mouth on you. Grinding your hips down onto his face and reaching down and tangling your fingers into his hair. “So good.” You whimper.
He flicks his tongue over your clit, loving the way you bite your lip to keep quiet. It’s fucking intoxicating and he loves it. “Good girl. Keep quiet.” He orders, enjoying continuing to explore his more dominant side as well as the sub inside of him. You both switch, leaving you both breathless to what is gonna happen next. He sucks on your fold, looking up at you before he stands up, fumbling with his belt to undo his pants.
You whimper, working with him to pull his cock out so he can line up with you. “God baby, hurry.” You beg, wanting to feel him stretch you out. He slides his cock through your folds and you slap a hand over your mouth to make sure you don’t cry out.
Marcus grins at your reaction until he notches his cock at your entrance and pushes in, a soft groan escaping his lips as his mouth falls open. You always feel so good. So damn good. He hisses, closing his eyes when your walls grip him and he replaces your hand with his, “shhh. Don’t want anyone to know.” He whispers.
You nod, your eyes wide on his as he fills you. It’s always amazing and your legs wrap around him and you lock them behind his ass. It’s wicked and fun, fucking your boss on his desk while the entire team is outside the door.
He sets a quick pace knowing you won't have a lot of time before people start knocking on his door to ask him questions and ask for paperwork. "Fuck." He hisses, "you feel so damn good baby." He murmurs, keeping his palm over your mouth but he can feel the vibrations from your moans.
You can tell he loves this. The quiet pants and the way his eyes darken tells you that he fucking loves fucking you right here where you could get caught. It’s thrilling, working you both up as his cock drills into you.
He grips your jaw, looking you in the eyes. “Stay quiet otherwise I stop.” He warns, growling when you clamp down on his cock, clearly enjoying the way his fingers dig into your jaw. “Come on baby, want you to cum for me. Keep quiet. Don’t want anyone walking in here and seeing what a slut you are for me.”
You hiss out a breath, your cunt getting even tighter around him. You’ve discovered that Marcus likes a little bit of degradation, both giving and receiving. While you probably would have slapped any other man, Marcus respects you so much that it’s fucking hot when you hear him call you a slut.
“That’s it sweetheart. Cum for me. Shit. I’m gonna fill you up.” He promises, his cock twitching and he reaches between you so he can rub your clit, wanting you to soak his cock before he cums. “Please baby. Cum for me.” He grunts softly, desperately trying to keep quiet.
With a small gasp, you follow his order. Tilting your head back and closing your eyes as the pleasure crashes over you and threatens to overwhelm you. Your body goes taunt and your walls grip him like a vice as you shake.
He bites his lip to smother his groan of pleasure before he surges forward to press his lips to yours, thrusting into you frantically enough that his desk is squeaking and he is so close. A few more thrusts and he’s sent over the edge, crying into your mouth as he paints your walls with his hot cum, his fingers now gently wrapped around your neck.
There is nothing sexier than when Marcus cums. Absorbing his sounds and watching him ride out his high is probably the best thing you’ve done all day. Kissing him softly as he finally gives a small groan at the last pump of cum into you and stops moving. “Fun?” You whisper with a grin.
He chuckles, kissing your nose. “Always. It always is with you.” He thinks back for a moment to the times you’ve blown his mind over the past month. The fantasies you’ve indulged and the ones he’s helped you fulfill. It’s been the best month of his life. “What fantasy is next on the list?” He asks once he’s pulled out of you. He can’t spend too long inside of your body, he finds he ends up feeling things he shouldn’t when he looks at you in the aftermath of his orgasm. Words he wants to say but absolutely can’t.
“Well…” You stand up straight and start pulling your skirt down, feeling his cum start to spill out of you. It’s a feeling you love and you will have to go put your panties back on. “I think the only one we really haven’t done is pegging.” You tell him, having wanted him to get more comfortable with toys and anal play first.
He inhales sharply, knowing that it was on the list but he never wanted to push you if it was something you didn’t want to do. “Are you- are you sure?” He whispers, his cock softening so he quickly tucks himself away, buckling his belt as he waits for your answer.
“If you are.” You straighten your blouse and after that, you don’t look like you were in here getting fucked by your boss. “I thought that we could look online at some harnesses and toys and figure out what you wanted.”
He bites his lip, blushing furiously despite the lust resurfacing inside of him. “I'd love that.” He nods, reaching out to grab your waist as he leans in to kiss you again. “You’re a dream come true. I, uh, I can bring dinner if you wanna get some new toys and the, uh, harness.”
You are a little surprised that he wants to do this tonight but you can’t help but smile. “Of course.” You purr. “Seven sound okay?” Honestly, you miss him on the days he doesn’t come over or you don’t go over to his house. It’s starting to become a problem.
He nods, “I’ll bring some wine too.” He promises, pecking your lips against them he pulls back. “Better go back out there before anyone sees you. Don’t want anyone to get the wrong idea.” He teases, excited for tonight.
You wink and sneak out the door, making it back to your desk without anyone noticing that you had come from Marcus’s office. When you went home, you stopped by the toy store and may have gone a little overboard in picking out toys. Wanting him to have options for this experience.
****
Marcus knocks on your door, bag of takeout in his free hand and a bottle of wine tucked into his armpit. He’s nervous but so excited. Half hard just thinking about what could happen tonight. His ultimate fantasy with the girl of his dreams. Yeah, he’s accepted that he is in love with you. Has been for longer than he knew, and he has decided to not push anything. He is in love with you and if you love him too, or even like him, things will work out. If not, he will force himself to get over it. He can’t just jump in and push the girl to feel as much as he does. It hasn’t worked and he vowed to be different after Teresa.
You open your door with a grin, reaching for him to help with some of the stuff. He doesn’t have a bag with him. The two of you had just decided that you would keep items at each other’s house. Sets of boxers and t-shirts and a casual outfit that stayed and got washed alongside your clothes. It makes you fully domestic to see his clothes beside yours. “I should just give you a key.” You tell him, pulling the bottle of wine away from him since he would argue over the larger bag of takeout. “Let you come and go as you please.”
It is dangerously close to being a relationship. Both of you are so comfortable around each other. You laugh and bitch about work and family. It’s easy, way too easy, and Marcus has to remind himself to relax every time he thinks about you. This is casual, it’s supposed to be fun. Nothing serious. Yet, you mentioning he can have a key has his heart pounding in his chest. “Yeah? You, uh, you want me to - come in in the middle of the night and just fuck you?” He teases, knowing how much you love that.
“Yes.” Your eyes blow wide at the thought even though that hadn’t been what you were thinking of. “That’s- I hadn’t thought about that, but yes.” You wave him inside your place and close the door behind him. “Do you want to eat first?” You ask. “Open this up and relax a bit?”
Marcus nods, suddenly nervous and excited, but he is hungry. "Let's eat first and then we can figure it out." He tells you, kissing your forehead once you're in the kitchen. He knows where you keep your plates, he knows where you keep your glasses and cutlery, he knows your home and it's strangely intimate.
“You know where everything is.” You hum, impressed with how easily he moves in your home. How well he seems to just fit in your space.
He nods, “kinda like having a husband without the commitment.” He jokes, despite his stomach twisting and his heart thumping. You’re too beautiful for your own good: inside and out. It’s getting harder for him to keep denying how he feels.
You chuckle although the words make your heart clench. He doesn’t want anything more from you than just friends with benefits, that’s clear. “I guess so.” You reach for your wine glass. “Just like the sex without commitment. Pure fun.”
He chews on his food to avoid answering, not wanting to blurt out how he feels. He swallows harshly and stares blankly at the TV, Golden Girls playing mindlessly as you both eat. "Yeah." He finally says, "no commitment. Best of both worlds, right?"
Finishing up dinner is quiet, both of you in your own little worlds after the awkward conversation. When you finish, Marcus takes your plate to put it in the kitchen while you go to grab the bags of things you had bought to show him. “Okay, so anything you don’t like, we don’t have to use. I probably went overboard.” You admit with a grin.
Marcus's eyes widen as he looks at the array of toys. "Wow. I - wow. This is - wow baby." He immediately gravitates to a dildo, thinner in girth but long. His cock twitches as he feels the rubber, excited and nervous to try this. "Are you sure you're comfortable?" He double checks, knowing this is a lot to ask.
You nod, holding up the harness. “I- the set up I got will allow me to have a toy too.” You admit with a small smirk. “So we can both have stimulation.” It’s sweet that he keeps making sure you are okay with this, but it’s not necessary. You wonder if he was expecting you to think less of him because of it, because you don’t.
He groans at the thought of you fucking him while getting off yourself. It's perfect. "Good. I want you to cum too. I want you to enjoy this. God baby, I - shit. I am so turned on." He confesses, now fully hard and he grabs your free hand to bring it to his crotch.
You moan when you feel his cock is already hard and you give him a good squeeze. “Why don’t you go into the bedroom and get ready?” You ask him huskily. “I’ll put on the harness in here so you can see it all ready for you.”
Marcus nods, mouth suddenly dry, and he steps back before rushing to your bedroom. He strips off, laying down on the bed with his cock leaking pre-cum in anticipation of your entrance. Jesus, this is beyond his wildest dreams and you haven’t even started.
You strip down and figure out how to get the harness on and adjusted comfortably. Washing the toy he had picked out and your own before getting those clicked into place and moaning quietly when the toy slides inside you. It’s slightly unusual, walking with the dildo bouncing and you grin as you walk into the bedroom, naked except for the harness and you.
Marcus’s eyes widen as he watches you stride into the bedroom. A choked noise escaping his lips as he sees you enter with the dildo bouncing. His ultimate fantasy come true and he swears he could cum then and there. “Oh fuck baby. I- Jesus Christ. You - come here. Please. I need to kiss you.” He begs, shifting to sit up.
You giggle and make your way over to him. “I don’t know how you walk when you are hard.” You joke, letting him pull you into his arms and the toy is pressed between you next to his hard cock when his mouth fuses with yours. Making both of you moan in anticipation of what was to come.
Marcus’s hands caress your body, his tongue sliding against yours as he throbs against your stomach. “Baby. I can’t believe you’re doing this for me. I- I love it.” He nearly admits he loves you but he bites that back. You need to prep him and he is nearly ready to cum just at the idea.
You press your lips to his again. “You know I will do almost anything for you.” You don’t tell him why that is, but you pull back slightly. “How do you want to do this? Do you want to be on your back or on your hands and knees?”
"I want to be on my back. I want to watch you, be able to kiss you." He says, knowing that you will be hovering over him and he wants to watch you as you fuck him, wants to touch you and look into your eyes.
You had honestly thought that might be how he wanted to be. Kissing during all of your rendezvous was paramount for him. “Okay, pretty boy.” You’ve learned Marcus loves praise and he’s not gotten enough of it. “Lay back and I’m going to get you ready. I want to finger you and suck your cock a little.”
Marcus groans and eagerly lays down, waiting for you to touch him. When you shift to kneel between his legs, the dildo pushing up against his thigh, he knows he is in heaven. Spreading his legs, he grants you access while you lube up your fingers. When you circle his puckered hole, his eyes roll into the back of his head.
This isn’t unusual, fingering him. Marcus loves it and you encourage him to enjoy anything that brings him pleasure shamelessly. Slowly starting to stretch him open so you don’t hurt him, you scissor your fingers slightly as you lean down and take his hard cock into your mouth.
“Oh fuck.” He groans, hips bucking into your mouth when you take him deeper, pressing your tongue against the frenulum as you hum around him. “Shit. Oh God. Baby, you are always so good. Always so fucking good to me.” He rambles, lost in the pleasure even though you’ve only just begun.
You keep it light, your tongue and palette soft against his cock and your sucks gentle. Making sure that you are working your fingers in and out of him at a steady pace to get him ready for what is to come. His eyes are watching you, making you smile around his cock and hum again as you push a third finger inside him.
He watches you, hissing in delight at the stretch and he doesn’t want to cum down your throat so he gently grips your chin, pulling you off of him. “Baby. I want - I want you to fuck me.” He pleads, wanting to feel something new and this is something he has wanted for a long time. “Please baby.” He begs, a whine escaping his lips.
You smile up at him and nod, making sure that there is no hesitation. He looks eager and excited. Withdrawing your fingers, you reach for the lube so you can coat his puckered hole and the dildo in a liberal amount. “I- let me know how it feels, okay?” You ask as you shuffle forward and he lifts his legs up onto your hips while you grip the dildo and guide it towards his grasping hole.
He watches you as you push the toy against the ring of muscles, pushing in an inch and the sensation is so different from your fingers. He gasps, mouth open as you frown. “No. No. It feels good.” He promises breathlessly. A groan escaping his lip when you continue, pushing in deeper.
You rock your hips slowly, working the toy into him as gently as you can. You don’t want to accidentally hurt him so you keep a watchful eye out for changing facial expressions or gasps as you stroke his thighs. Working it deeper under the harness hits his ass and the toy is buried deep inside Marcus.
He can’t breathe, it feels so fucking good. He’s speechless, looking up at you, with the toy buried deep in his ass and his cock leaking onto his stomach. He knows he looks shameless but this is his biggest fantasy come true. “So- so good.” He chokes once he finds his voice.
“You look so good like this.” You coo, reaching out, stroking his cock with one finger and making it jerk up. “Spread out so shamelessly and ready to be fucked.” Leaning down to kiss him is harder than you imagined but you make it happen. “Is my pretty boy ready to fucked by me?”
The praise makes his cock twitch again. “Yes ma’am. Please. I need - I need you to fuck me.” He whines, “please fuck me. I’ll be a good boy.” His promise makes you smile and he strains his neck so he can kiss you again.
Your lips press against his once more before you pull back, drawing your hips back slowly and listening to him whine. When the toy was only halfway inside him, you snap your hips forward to thrust back into him again, making the toy inside you move and you moan.
“Oh my fucking God.” He chokes at the sensation, hitting his prostate perfectly to make him cry out your name. “So good. It’s so good.” He feels like he could sob but he controls himself, his thighs shaking on your hips, “is the - the toy inside of you good?” He asks, always concerned about your pleasure.
“So -so good.” You promise, eager to make him feel like that again. “It’s gonna make me cum as I fuck you.” You promise, your next thrust a little bolder and you slowly start working yourself up to a decent rhythm. You can tell you’ve never pegged anyone before, but from the moans from Marcus, you think you are doing alright.
“It’s so good. So fucking good baby. Christ, gonna make me cum. Never - never felt like this before.” He admits, bucking his hips, and he groans, reaching down to wrap his fingers around his cock.
“That’s it baby.” Your cunt clenches around the toy and you rock your hips a little harder, enjoying the way that your thighs slap against the back of his ass. “Want you to cum. Want this to feel so good you have to cum for me.” You are panting, not expecting to be as much of a workout as it is, but he is gorgeous underneath you and you want him to keep whining and moaning.
Marcus’s chest heaves as his heart pounds, the pleasure is too much and when you reach out to take over pumping his cock, he’s gone. The way you expertly twist your wrist has him crying out. “Oh fuck. Fuck baby. I’m gonna - I’m gonna cum.” He chokes, eyes closing before his cock throbs in your grip. Painting his chest with his hot seed as he cums hard.
You moan as he cums, falling apart so beautifully as ropes of cum spurts out to cover his chest while you work him through his orgasm, still rocking your hips and fucking the toy into him. Wanting him to get as much pleasure as possible. “Want to see if you can cum again?” You ask, smirking at the way his eyes shoot open.
He groans, “I don’t - I don’t know if I can. I’ve never - I’ve never tried. Baby, oh God.” He hisses, feeling himself being pushed to the edge and it’s almost painful but he fucking loves it.
You smirk and keep rolling your hips, the cum on your hand adding extra lubrication as you keep stroking him, feeling the throbbing and the way that he softens slightly but then he groans and jerks his hips up with another rush of blood to his cock. “Remember to use your safe word baby.” You remind him. You want to push him, but you don’t want to push him too far.
He doesn’t want to use his safe word. This is more than he could ever imagine and he doesn’t want to stop. “Please. Keep going.” He begs, a raspy growl escaping his chest as he rocks up into your grip, his cock hardening once more as he passes the overstimulation into pleasure.
You groan at how good he is for you. Smirking down at him while you continue to fuck into him. “Good boy.” You purr, moaning when the toy moves up against your g-spot. “I want to see you like this again. You love it and I love that you love it.”
He hisses when your fingers grip his cock a little harder. “I- I want to be good for you. I love - I love it.” He wants to say he loves you but he can’t. He chokes when you hit deep again and he moans your name, his cock pulsing again. “I’m gonna - oh baby I’m gonna cum.” He pants, so close to the edge.
Rocking on the toy has you biting your lip, close to the brink of cumming after so long. “Do it.” You pant out, rocking your hips faster as you chase your own pleasure. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” You cry out, shuddering and cumming around the toy.
Watching you as you cum, your grip slacking around his cock actually sends him over the edge. “Oh fuck. Baby. Baby.” He cries, cum painting his chest as he reaches out to squeeze your hand around his cock with his own, working himself through his orgasm.
You whine, watching him fall apart as you continue to ride your own orgasm out until you finally stop rocking your hips and give a breathless giggle. Not caring that his chest is covered in cum, you lean down and kiss him, needing to feel connected to him at this moment.
He pulls his hand away from his cock, reaching up to cup the back of your head to keep your lips pressed against his. He is lost, his heart thumping in his chest and he is desperate to tell you how he feels. “God, it’s so good. You’re so good. You’re amazing. Fucking amazing.”
You smile against his lips, kissing him back earnestly and reaching up to stroke the hair that needed a trim back. “You’re amazing too.” You promise. “How do you feel?” You know that he’s saying that because of what you had just done to him, for him. It was a big fantasy and you wonder, with no small fear, if he will call things off now that he’s gone through his wish list - ready to get back into the world of dating. Your heart clenches because you know that would be the end of your friendship. You can’t go back to what you were with Marcus, you know that now.
“I feel relaxed and I just - thank you so much for doing this for me. No one else would even consider it and I - I want to say you’re the most incredible woman I’ve ever known.” He strokes your cheek, his dark eyes focused on you as he struggles to keep his emotions in check.
You scoff and shake your head. “And they were all idiots.” You promise him. Unable to resist leaning into his touch and stealing another kiss. “Now, let me help you get cleaned up.”
Marcus groans softly when you pull out of him, his puckered hole fluttering at the emptiness, and he watches as you shuffle off of the bed and walk into your bathroom. He can’t move, he feels boneless and he can’t even get up to get you some water.
You quickly slip off the harness and toss the toys in the sink to wash and wet a rag so that you can clean Marcus up. Smiling when you see him still sprawled on the bed, you stride over to kiss him again before you start cleaning the cum off his chest. “As soon as I get you cleaned up, I’ll get you some water, babe.” You tell him, wiping away the streaks of pearlescent liquid from his skin.
Marcus looks up at you, watching as you clean him off and he can’t hold back. He blurts out, “I love you. I’m in love with you.” He rushes out before he even has a chance to think about it.
Your mouth drops open and you freeze for a moment, his declaration bouncing around in your head. You want to deny it, to tell him it’s just the post coitus high, but you know it’s not. Not with the way that he’s looking at you. You bite your lip and set the rag on your nightstand. “I love you too.” You whisper, unable to stop yourself from smiling. “I love you too.”
Marcus’s eyes widen as he processes your response and he surges forward to press his lips to yours, smiling in joy. You love him too. “I think I loved you before we started all of this but now, I know I love you. You’re all I think about. When we aren’t together, I want to see you. I just - I’m cursed with relationships and that’s why I didn’t want to push for anything else but baby, I love you. I can’t keep it to myself anymore. You’re everything I have ever wanted and more.” He wraps his arm around you, keeping you close.
“Thank God.” You give a small giggle of relief. “I was dreading the idea of you meeting someone and this ending.” You confess, tilting your head up from your position on the bed and kissing his jaw. “I knew I couldn’t go back to just being your friend, and whoever you were with would never allow you to stay friends with someone you slept with.”
He nods, “I know. I couldn’t even think about you being with someone else. I couldn’t even imagine this ending. Baby, I want you. All of you. As my lover, as my girlfriend and one day…my wife.” He knows that he could possibly scare you off but he has never been one to beat around the bush. He always puts his heart on the line and he prays you keep it safe and secure.
Your grin is wide and happy. Cupping his cheek and kissing him again. “You’re just saying that because I pegged you.” You tease playfully. “But I’m not going to let you take it back.” You kiss him again. “After all, I wanted to give you a key to my apartment. It wasn’t just so you could come in and fuck me.”
“I want to take you on a proper date and then we are going to disclose our relationship to HR so I can tell the world about the beautiful woman I’m in love with…if you’re okay with that. If not, we can keep it secret for a while longer.” He offers, not wanting you to feel pressured.
Shaking your head, you send him a small pout. “I don’t want to keep it a secret anymore.” You tell him. “It’s been hard enough not being able to kiss you as much as I’ve wanted.” You do just that right now because you can. “I don’t want to be friends with benefits with you anymore.” You grin. “I want to be your girlfriend and then one day soon, your wife.”
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KDRAMASPACE + USERDRAMAS YEAR IN REVIEW 2022 EVENT
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Food for thought:
Your favorite male character is on the varsity volleyball team. He is well known, well-liked, and has all kinds of students at your university throwing themselves at his feet. Itching to get into his pants and call him theirs. But he’s your boyfriend. He is your kind, handsome, patient lover. And sometimes, you wonder why he picked you to be his girl. After all, he could be with anyone of his choosing.
Somehow, he had tunnel vision when you met. Saw you through rose-colored glasses and just couldn’t not have you for himself. He couldn’t get you off his mind and pursued you for a year until you caved and let him take you on your first date.
The rest was history.
Warnings: Cunnilingus, Language, Female Reader, MDNI beneath the cut!
He shows up to your apartment when your roommates are away to help you study for an exam. After a good crunch sesh, you both wind up on your bed watching T.V. He suddenly asks begs you to sit on his face. And like, pleads with his eyes glassing over as if he is about to cry if you don’t humor him.
You’re reluctant at first. Feel so hideous, wearing your bonnet, oversized sweatshirt, and glasses that take up 60% of your face. But he assures you that you are beautiful no matter what you choose to wear. After some coaxing—him kneading your ass cheeks and massaging your divine slit with his thumb through your boy shorts—he manages to get you on top of him, your pretty little ass settled atop his blistering tongue and your perfect tits pressed against his rigid dick.
Your bedroom is filled with lewd smacking sounds and your pitiful mewls as he devours your pussy like you’re the last meal he’ll ever have. His groans and endless praises push you closer and closer to the brink as he encourages you to ride his mouth faster. He wants you to cum so bad. His gorgeous, perfect girl. Of course, you’re terrified; you don’t want to suffocate him. But he likes that shit. He will die in the pussy if you let him.
Uuuuuugh, help meeeee.
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The normalization of sexualization in flicker :3
i know i made an entire poll about this more than a week ago but i genuinely didnt know where to start-
anyway now ive cleared my thoughts so
#1. What's with the flirting??
These days, its increasingly common to go into a round of flicker (specifically anonymous in my case but ive heard that it happens even in custom) and one of the players drops a note thats extremely sexual and frankly vile. If you pick a male character or get a masculine presenting character the chances of this note being targetted at you increases tenfold. I have had numerous friends who primarily pick male get harassed constantly by other characters, and theyve told me how terrible it made them feel. These messages also find their way into journals, with many having something to the extent of "Thiago's pretty cute.. flushed emoji" or whatever. Of course, this example is much more tame compared to the traumatizing messages I have seen but I really dont want to type all of that godawful stuff out. Even I have experienced some of this, and i usually pick female/nb.
The problem is, when one of these notes drop, or when someone writes a dirty fanfic about actual current players in the game, all we get is an "AYO??" or even if we're lucky that person gets silently voted out whenever possible. We need to address these issues before they get out of hand. Flicker is not the place to send these notes. These people aren't consenting to these messages. This is a clear violation of the consent of so many unsuspecting flicker players and its disgusting that it is so normalized that you can see a screenshot of this and think about a ship or find it funny. This is a problem.
#2. Literal dating while the game is IN PROCESS
This more falls in the line of teaming, but nonetheless it still supports the normalization of sexual content and harassment in flicker. Like it is common to see a dropped note, it is also common (though to a lesser extent) to see people calling each other something along the lines of "Pookie". This may be harmless at first glance, but not only does it distract two or more people from the entire game that is attempting to be played but it serves as an example for the impressionable audience of flicker.
TL;DR - Stop making sexual jokes about the characters as there are real fucking people behind those avatars
Please add anything you think is important to this conversation as i really think its important to discuss this :3
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