#ohh old computers..

[appldino]

Sometimes a relationship is a woman a man and a personal computer

[loversbones]

computer just crashed for no fucking reason 😭😭 i cant with this thing anymore like its ALWAYS some weird or dumb shit happening. i can't play games on it without it sounding like it's about to take off, i can't play the majority of games i would want to for that matter because of how ass it is, i can't have more than four tabs open without my computer overheating and freezing + lagging, i can't even use firefox and safari at the same time anymore, it randomly crashes for no reason all the time, there was also that one time where google chrome randomly switched to be in hebrew and it wouldn't change back no matter what so i had to stop using it entirely, and most recently the time it was behind 20 minutes for seemingly no reason. literally wtf like this thing is beyond repair. also two of the keys are missing and one of those two is really hard to use even though it's not fully broken, and it has a bunch of scratches on it because its OLD AS SHIT!!!!

[oldphanny]

What's the nicest way to tell people I'm not my bosses wife?

[ziggysgender]

You are singlehandedly convincing me to watch Quantum Leap. Im losing the game of willpower. You make it look too interesting. I barely watch any shows but now I wanna see all of it

do it... for Her

[connormoving]

thank GODDD the doctor is taking time to work on himself maybe now he can stop ruining womens lives .

[azlrse]

cw: overall fluff, no spoilers, (gn) reader is implied to do journaling, takes place on the realization route of your fave

a/n: made a lil drabble since some of my works didn't appear on the tags and is inspired by this post:

as the rain pours down from the roof tops of your beloved home, you quietly watched from the tv some random advertisments to pass the time. every pitter patter of raindrops falling from above alongside the cold breeze of the wind. it sends shivers down your spine at least but quite comfortable to not leave the sofa. hours after settling down the couch, your significant other shows up, quite giddy as their hands are on their back.

"m/c!!" they called out to their beloved. "i brought you something that you might like." you felt your partner's excitement as their smile radiates from their precious face.

their smile causes you to have cuteness aggression towards them and it takes every fiber of your self control to pinch their cheeks and give them kisses. you laughed, taking your attention off the bright screen. "what could it be, sweetheart?" without a second thought, they gave you a bunch of objects; a dead butterfly, a very pretty feather, call cards and recipes from an old cook book. "i only you took journaling as your newest hobby so it took me quite sometime to find you items that might add up to the newest entry." they spoke with enthusiasm.

"sooo," they asked sheepishly, their pointer fingers tapped from side to side. "you like it, baby?" fondly smiling, you placed your lips on theirs as you kissed them with so much love and adoration. "i love it, thank you sweetheart." you can see how their blush spreads throughout the corners of their ears while laughing softly. "can you kiss me again? its quite not enough, love."

ohh you couldn't resist their request...

– skips shadley, mac the computer, your fave datetables !!

[lanabuckybarnes]

Might have re-watched Captain America: Winter Soldier again 🫣....and it's just something about the way he says "You're my misson." All I know is this gives off HUGE smutty vibes. I love your written so I just knew I had to ask you!

Ohh nonnie the way he growls it as well (panties soaked)

18+ MINORS DNI, DUB/NON CON THEMES AHEAD

His metal hand pressed against your throat, you should’ve passed out ages ago but he wasn’t squeezing enough to hurt. He was keeping you in place.

You don’t know how you ended up on Hydra’s watchlist. You were a regular person, a security expert who woke up at 6am every morning, showered and got ready for the long hours at the office.

Your boss had some new clientele. They were in the market for top-notch security and they’d chosen the company you worked for, and your boss had chosen you to be part of the team. You learned quickly that they were a very secretive group, you only ever met the messengers and even then they blanked every other word you spoke besides a polite hello.

It was one boring day, completely uneventful, the usual in your office. You were working on the can’t security side of the project when your screen went black, then a logo appeared—an octopus? Weird.

“Hey Jim come look at this” you notified your cubicle neighbour who peaked over the barrier. Just as he did mountains of files filtered onto your screen, many of them in Russian it looked like but one thing was for certain. You definitely shouldn’t have seen it.

That night after packing up and heading downstairs you noticed Jim still at the revolving doors.

“Hey, you alright?” You asked, he looked pale, if you were in an old house you were sure you would’ve mistook him for a ghost.

“T-the—“ he cleared his throat before his brown eyes bore into yours. They looked dead, it shook you to your core. “The logo, on your computer…I searched it up and…”

Your jaw dropped to the floor when you digested the content on his phone. Hydra. Your new clients were Hydra and you’d accidentally seen all their files.

—

You jumped from your dreamless sleep at the sound of your landline. Checking your clock lets you know it was well past midnight, who on earth would be calling at this time?

“H-hello?” You rasped, eyes shutting by the second.

The frantic voice spoke your name. It was Jim and by his tone, he was panicking.

“Jim? Jim, are you alright?” You pressed, holding the phone closer to your ear.

“T-they’re here, listen to me whatever you do, do not open your door. Find a weapon and hide…oh god…Do not op—“ BANG!!

You let out a shriek at the sound, Jim’s side turning eerily quiet. Then your door knocked.

Once.

Twice.

Your door was gone before it could be knocked for a third time. Kicked so hard it hit the opposite wall, you screamed, dropping the phone from your ear and falling to the ground like you were made of jelly.

Tears flowed freely down your face as the huge body stalked forth, his arm glistening under the dim light you kept on at all times. A mask sat upon his face obscuring his emotions from you but you were certain he was enjoying the torture he was putting you through.

His heavy boots stopped just in front of your knees, his metal hand grasped at your throat squeezing until your vision spotted, until you garbled pleas up at him. Only then did he pull you up, your toes pointing to reach the floor, you were trying desperately to relieve some of the pressure around your throat.

You should’ve died a long time ago, his brain screamed at him to fulfil his mission, put a bullet in your skull and be done. But the more he looked at you the more he wanted.

The spaghetti straps of your nightgown had slipped down off your shoulders, catching in the crooks of your elbows but not before giving him a delicious tease of your bust.

He wanted more.

He raised his flesh hand, hooking a long thick index finger into the material before ripping it from your body in one fell swoop. You yelled and struggled against his grasp but a harsh squeeze of your trachea had any fight dying quickly.

He let his knuckles trace the swell of your tits, pinching a nipple in between his fingers, smirking darkly under the mask as you squirmed.

You look cute all scared of him; wide-eyed and chest heaving, your tummy sucking in to get away from his hand as it trailed down to your cotton panties.

A dark chuckle escaped him as he felt along your gusset.

“You’re wet”

You shook your head, eyes darting anywhere but him, your thighs squeezing his hand and keeping it pressed firmly against your mound.

He ripped the panties from your body as well, running two fingers through your folds and bringing them up to your face. Absolutely soaked.

“Wet” he spoke matter-of-factly before pushing his hand back down there; fingers plucking your hard little clit effortlessly until you were crying out.

“W-why are you doing this” you moaned, head hitting off the wall with a bang as you sucked in air greedily.

“You’re my mission” he growled back, fingers stretching you out until your brain turned to mush.

He coaxed four orgasms out of you that night. His mask, thrown to the floor so he could kiss you sloppily before leaving.

He returned night after night, Hydra sending him to complete his task but he’d do the same again, play with you, eat you out until you were a writhing mess—all dumb and thinking of nothing but him.

You were his mission. For days, months, years. You were his.

—

I pulled this outta my ass but I hope it was up to your standard nonnie 🤭🤭

Also thank you so much, it’s nice to know some people enjoy reading the poo I write.

Likes, Reblogs and Asks are always appreciated ❤️❤️

[impala666]

Friends

Here it is! Another Frank Langdon x reader fic and yes I am still ignoring what happened in episode 10. I honestly don't even know if this is good, I'm half awake right now but enjoy. Maybe later down the road I'll have inspo for a Dr. Robby or Dr. Abbott (I love him so much) story, we'll just have to see.

     Before you made your friend from a higher place, Dr. Frank Langdon from the ER you used to just eat a snack or your lunch when you were on break from the lab. It was one of those situation where you both hated each other at first because you though the other was a bitch or an asshole. Which he was, but now the 2 of you bonded over that fact and became pretty close friends. 

    No you’re wondering. How can a person who works in a lab, in a basement, meet a hot shot doctor from the ER. Well, one time someone had messed up on a test in the lab and Frank, the short tempered man that he is. Some how found the time to go down to the lab to yell at the poor tech. That was when you decided and step in and fill him in on how big of an arrogant ass he was being. Because just who the hell did he think he was? Which just made him tuck tail and run out of the lab and run back to the ER. You had clearly embarrassed him, but you didn’t really care that he was a doctor. Just because someone made a mistake didn’t warrant him stopping everything in his most likely busy day to yell at the poor tech who had only started a week prior. But later in the week Dr. Langdon and yourself ran into each other in the cafeteria getting cups of bad coffee for yourselves, he paid for yours as well and profusely apologized. Acknowledging that he was indeed being an ass for yelling at someone and how embarrassed he was. 

But that was year ago, now the two of you had become very close friends after many more bad cups of coffee together and short breaks of going to each others work stations to annoy the other person when each of you got the chance. Some days Langdon would run away from the ED for 5 to 10 minutes to hang out by your desk in the lab, and of course he would bring snacks. But today was your turn, you had a whole 45 minute break, so texted him “Visit?” Making sure he wasn’t busy (he was always busy, but the closest he ever got to a break was charting). “Charting,” he replied with an eye rolling emoji which made you scoff and roll your eyes at how dramatic he was. “Come on up!” He sent immediately after.

“Hey Dana!” You greeted her after you made the small trek from the lower level of the hospital to the first floor. “How’s it going up here?”

“Hey sweetheart,” she likewise greeted you with a smile. “You know, it’s just another day in paradise.” You smiled at her small joke. “What did you bring me to pay your toll?” Dana joking rose her eyebrow at you. Technically it wasn’t the best idea for you to be up here, or for Langdon to hang in the lab. But when you brought Dana and Dr. Robby a little token of your gratitude they let it slide.

“I brought you a starbucks!” You cheered as you placed the hot paper cup in front of her before making your way towards the computers that Langdon and Robby were sitting at.

“Ohh, bless you darlin!” Dana beamed. You smiled at yourself, sometimes the doctors, nurses, etc were so much nicer than the techs down in the lab, but oh well. You made your bed and you loved doing what you did. Helping the people just not with the people. 

“Look who they let out of the dungeon!” Was Robby’s form of greeting when he looked up from his computer over his old man glasses.

“Yeah well they let me out on good behavior.” You joked back with him. “For you,” with a smile you handed him his own cup of coffee. From working in the hospital yourself, you knew that the way to anyone heart who worked here was coffee or any form of caffeine.

“What about me?” Langdon asked with mock offense, arms out wide before returning to typing on his computer.

“What about you?” You asked, leaning your forearms on the top of his cubical-like wall. Dr. Robby and you looked at Frank waiting to see what he could come up with.

“Well, what did you bring me?” Langdon asked.

“My presence, obviously.” You smiled brightly. “No, I’m totally kidding. I brought you coffee, twizzlers, and Lorna Doone cookies.” You handed him his coffee and dropped all the other goodies onto the keyboard in front of him. 

“Have a good rest of your day, alright Y/N.” Robby gave you a tight lipped smile as he got up from his chair most likely to check in on a patient. So you took that as a sign to take his rolling office chair so you could discreetly nibble on the granola bar that you brought up for yourself. As Langdon and you talked about how each of your days were going you couldn’t help but feel someone staring at you. A squirrely, sandy haired boy who looked like he was over do on a good nights sleep was staring at you from the nurses station.

“What is it?” Langdon asked as he noticed you looking at something over his shoulder. You shook your head no but couldn’t help but ask the kid what was happening. He must have been one of the new students that Langdon briefly mentioned earlier. But why stare at you when he could just introduced himself, it’s not like you would bite anyone.

“Can I help you?” Your question made the boys eyes bulge out of his skull just slightly.

“Uh, n-no. I just wanted to say that the two of you make a cute couple.” Langdon and you looked at each other with growing smiled trying your hardest not to laugh at the poor kid.

“Whitaker, you know that I’m married,” Langdon told him like it was obvious. Which to everyone it should have been, he only talked about his wife and kids all the time.

“I know, I just thought she was your wife.” Whitaker commented looking a little bit more embarrassed. 

“I’m not married,” you told the young man with a slight blush to your cheeks. This wasn’t the first time that people thought that Langdon and yourself were married or having an affair. Sometimes people in healthcare loved telling stories, which then turn into rumors that people start to believe. “We’re just friends.” Poor Whitaker looked like he was embarrassed because he thought that he was embarrassing you. Which couldn’t be farther from the truth; truth was you loved your single life! Sometimes men and women could really just be friends, but society would alway refuse to accept this. 

“S-sorry.” Whitaker stood there fiddling with his fingers like he wasn’t sure of what to do next. But then he realized that the ER patient list screen above the nurse station was his easy escape. “I have a patient to go take care of, bye.” You waved your hand after him as he scurried away. When he finally turned the corner your face turned to one of surprise and shock that that had happened, to which Langon scoffed without looking up from his twizzler in his hand and shaking his head. 

“Newbie,” he said under his breath.

“Hey,” you nudged him with your foot under the desk. “Don’t be mean.” The mix up was immediately forgotten when Langdon raced off into action, leaving you to your break in peace.

[magirroni]

OHH GOSH This brings back so many memories from old computer games. Specifically KidPix for me. I used to play it for hours as a kid. I LOVE IT AAA.

The Video is from GLITCH'S Instagram story.

Source: https://www.instagram.com/glitch_prod/

[oh-no-its-bird]

Look all I'm saying is that if I were going to make a minecraft movie.

Well, first off I'd put down the first person to even reccomend we do it in cgi. Not just because it looks objectively terrible and half of the magic and nostalgia factor of minecraft is in its texture but holy shit budget much??? You are literally looking at a situation where the cheaper option is also objectively the better option. What the fuck are you doing

But I mean, after that.

Second off, all my writers must watch popular smps and minecraft roleplays/let's plays to understand the "magic" of the game. That's how we're studying for this, not the game books or whatever. Those guys are clearly doing smthn right, and as the executive/writer who knows very little about mineraft that I am in this hypothetical scenario, I need to do my best to make money. And that means learning what people like about the game and community.

Maybe even bring on some popular (non controversial please god) smp writers for consulting. They literally make minecraft movies as their fucking job, they are the expert u need to consult

Story wise, you NEED to choose if you wanna play this straight or silly. I'm so sick of movies trying to be all emotional and "ohh this world is so beautiful,, if u could only understand,, woaa" with their epic sound track and dramatic lighting, but then the dialogue being ripped out of a stupid marvel knockoff trying too hard to be witty

Anyways. Give me a generic "kid has a hard life and uses [thing] to escape it but then their parent trashes [thing] to teach them a "lesson"" movie.

The thing is minecraft and this kid is totally in love with letsplays and smps and has a server with their online friends (get a sponsorship from discord for that good good film sponsorship money, have them play while in call)

The mom or dad or maybe both trash the kids computer for some reason (bad grades maybe or one of those shitty "you need to talk to us more!!! That computer is killing ur brain!!! You don't love us as much as you should and it's that damn games fault!!!" But like it's actually just a kid being a normal fucking kid and having normal fucking kid hobbies things and the parents are dicks)

They delete the minecraft world rip

Them boom, kid somehow gets stuck in the game

Switch to NON CGI FILMING IN MINECRAFT. If you really need to add your stupid shitty fucking cgi then at least make it look like an ACTUAL MINECRAFT ANIMATION holy shit

It'll save us so much money too

So main plot is this kid, being trapped in minecraft, actually falling through different minecraft servers.

We can have different cameos from popular smps and youtubers, get some old youtubers and gameplay in here too. Get fucking dantdm and the diamond minecarts og series with the lab thing, it'll make the old fans lose their fucking MINDS.

The youtubers themselves don't even have to show up, just shove the kid into settings that are clear references to smps and letsplays. Have them wander through Aphmau's OG minecraft diaries sets or Sundee's lucky block series

The best part is that as backdrops, you don't even have to fully commit to "you'll only get this/find this interesting if you know these guys" bc if your writing is good enough you can still make people care by just. Introducing it correctly. Don't present it as "Aphmau's old minecraft diaries series world" go "oh wow look st this cool village,, woah I wonder who built this ,," And have them interact with NPCs organically

Meanwhile the parents go into the game after the kid to bring them back and we do this whole world hopping adventure where the parents learn that,, minecraft can be fun? Actually?

They find the kid and the kid is like "nooo I'm having too much fun the real world SUCKS!!!" but then we do that "it's cool to have fun and indulge but you still need to be present in the real world and do real people things too in order to have that fun responsibly" where somehow the kid realizes that moderation is good for u.

Maybe they almost die in game fr fr? Every world they enter has its difficulty upped a little bit till they enter *gasp* a hardcore world (oh no)

So like the kid learns that you can't just lock yourself in the room and wish the world goes away while you play minecraft for 12 hours straight, and the parents learn that minecraft is cool and fun and can be a good outlet and outlets are important for adults and children alike. And also that they totally pulled a dick move and they need to try to understand their kid instead of just demanding the kid understands them

Somewhere along the way, the kid ends up in their friends server and the friends help to pull them out of the game w the parents

We end the movie with the kid making an effort to be more present with the parents, and the parents also making an effort to interact with the kid in ways that they know the kid will enjoy and respond well to— shown a family dinner scene where the kid very eagerly eats their food while talking about school, then they all go to play minecraft together

The end <3

Oh right and if you seriously want Jack Black there so fucking bad then make him either the dad or like. School computer teacher who helps the kid use Minecraft EU to learn science (shows off that some schools use minecraft for education purposes) who also helps the kids friends pull them and the parents out of the game

Overall, lots of themes not just about how the game is cool and can let you do cool shit, but also about how the community is cool, and how it's provided so many kids and adults outlets to express themselves and have fun together

That's how you do a game movie

Anyways yeah, minecraft movie looks shit. Hire me instead next time

[gh0sts-and-demons]

the nannycam was a mistake.

last week, he'd stopped by the store that had replaced radioshack and bought a teddy bear with a camera for an eye, gave it to his daughter for her birthday. she'd rolled her eyes and reminded him that she wasn't a little girl anymore, but she'd put it on her bookshelf anyway, pointed towards her bed. he couldn't have positioned it better himself. he’d catch the bastard defiling his daughter on camera, and boot him from their lives for good. that man was way too old for his little girl, and if he had to blackmail the fucker into disappearing, well. anything for his daughter's safety.

the next saturday, her boyfriend came by, and they went to her room.

"keep the door open," he reminded them.

"okay, dad," his daughter replied, voice overly sweet.

he went to his room, turning on the computer the nannycam was set to stream to, and activating the recording program that would ensure he had real proof, beyond being able to say "i saw you doing it."

the second it came on, he knew he'd made a mistake, because the mere fact that he was spying on his daughter made his cock twitch. he sat back, appalled, then brushed it off. there was no way that was because of his daughter. it was probably just because the only time he spent on the computer at home was to watch porn. that was it: he'd conditioned himself to associate turning the computer on with jacking off. nothing to do with his little girl.

at first, they just talked, lounging on her bed. then they put on a movie, laughing every now and then, but as time went on, they snuggled closer. their hands began to wander, his daughter writhed, and his breath caught in his throat. the way she arched her back, her hips angling so that her boyfriend's hands went where she wanted them... he looked away.

what was he doing? jesus christ, he was spying on his little girl. his baby, his innocent daughter, whose legs were parting eagerly, eyes wide and silently begging. his cock began to swell, throbbing in his pants, every beat of his heart sending blood to flush the muscle. he couldn't look away. couldn't take his eyes off her tiny body, the way her eyes darkened as her boyfriend pushed her tank top over her tits, taking one dark nipple into his mouth. her eyes fluttered closed and she sank her fingers into his hair as he licked and sucked her tits, squeezing one breast while nibbling the other. she pushed his head down, down, until he was kissing the waistband of her pants, which he pulled off as she lifted her hips.

"please, daddy," she said. the boyfriend smiled and lowered himself, his face hidden by her thigh. she turned her head, her eyes squeezed shut. when she opened them, she looked directly at the hidden camera.

oh fuck. she knew. she'd known the whole time! why else would she have set the teddy bear up in exactly the right spot?

"fuck, daddy, that feels so good," she whimpered, never looking away from the camera. her mouth hung open, her eyebrows pinched in pleasure. she groped her own tits, playing with her nipples. "do you wanna fuck me, daddy?"

his cock was already in his hand, stroking slowly. "god, yes," he whispered, though she couldn't hear him.

"do you wanna feel my tight little pussy around your cock?"

"fuck yes."

"can i please have your cock, daddy?"

he groaned and stroked himself faster, watching brainlessly as his daughter positioned herself so that she faced the camera as her boyfriend slid himself into her from behind.

"ohh, fuck," she whimpered as he stretched her out. "you're so big... fuck, it feels so good!" her tits bounced as he began fucking her in earnest, grabbing a fistful of her hair and yanking her head back. "fuck, fuck, fuck!" she rubbed her clit as he fucked her. "oh my god, daddy, i'm gonna cum. i'm gonna cum on your cock, dad," she said. her lithe body convulsed, and he could see the muscles in her abdomen clenching with each wave of pleasure that wracked her body. her voice was so soft, gasping as she came for him.

he didn't stop stroking himself, replaying her words in his mind as his own orgasm inched closer.

"now be a good girl and suck daddy's cock," her boyfriend crooned.

instantly, he lost all interest. reality came crashing down around him. he'd just been jacking off to his daughter. his own flesh and blood. a little girl who depended on him to protect her from... from people like him.

that son of a bitch.

he righted his pants, storming down the hallway until he swung open his daughter's door, revealing her adorable, innocent, perfect little face with her boyfriend's cock in her mouth.

"out," he ordered.

"oh my god, it's not—it's not what it looks like!" the man stammered, trying to stuff his cock back into his pants.

"get out before i throw you out," he said. his voice was cold, hard, like steel.

the man scrambled to his feet, tugging on his shoes and running away. his daughter hadn't moved, still on her hands and knees, staring up at her father.

"you scared him," she said, almost petulantly.

"he was—"

"he was fucking me, daddy," she cut him off. "just like you knew he would. just like you wanted him to."

"i did NOT want him to," he objected. "he's too old for you."

"I know, daddy," she said, inching closer to the foot of the bed.

he must have stepped forward without realizing it, because he could feel his little girl's breath on the crotch of his pants. "you shouldn't be doing things like that with him," he said.

"who should i be doing them with?" she asked, looking up at him. her doe eyes glittered in the fading evening sun.

"nobody!" he said, cupping her jaw with his hand. "you're too young for all of that. he was taking advantage.”

"but i wanted it, daddy. i needed it.” she ran one hand up his thigh, her thumb resting just above his bulge. “will you give me what i need?”

for the longest moment, he didn’t know how he’d react. part of him wanted to feel her warm, wet mouth on his cock, fill his palms with her perky tits, push her back onto the bed and fuck her in every position he could think of until he found all the ones that drove her crazy.

but he stepped back. “we can’t. i can’t,” he said, forcing his eyes away from her taut nipples. he glanced at the nannycam, but didn't reach for it. “get dressed for dinner.”

he went back to his bedroom to erase the footage, only to see the camera moving. what was she doing with the teddy bear? he frowned. the angles and constant motion made the footage a confusing blur, until eventually it settled into a subtle, rhythmic motion.

“oh fuck, daddy,” she moaned.

the camera was beneath her. his view was of her upper body, as though she were riding his face. comprehension dawned; she was humping the teddy bear.

he didn’t stop the recording. slowly, he lowered himself into his chair again, unzipping his pants and freeing his cock. this had to be better than fucking her, right? better than actually touching his daughter? his hand gripped his shaft easily, pumping in time with her motions on the camera. her whimpers made him throb, her gasps made him moan. they were a perfect symphony of pleasure. when she came, legs squeezing the teddy bear desperately, he came with her, shuddering and groaning.

he cleaned himself up before the shame could set in, and went to the kitchen before deciding today was not a day to cook. he ordered a pizza, sank into the couch, and put on some mid-2000s cop procedural until the doorbell rang.

"i'll get it!" his daughter called. he pursed his lips but said nothing until he saw her reach for the doorknob. she was wearing a crop top and panties, and nothing else.

she was swinging the door open before he could yell, "young lady, put some damn clothes on!"

she cocked her hip and took the pizza from the shocked delivery man whose eyes slid over her tight young body before he could stop himself. she gave him a cute wave and closed the door with her foot.

"don't have an aneurysm, dad." she placed the pizza box on the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, patting the cushion next to her. "come sit."

"you cannot be opening the door dressed like that," he said, fury flooding his veins.

"like what?" she asked, all innocence.

"like a slut!" he shouted without thinking. "you saw how he looked at you. you know what he was imagining."

she sat up on the couch, resting on her arms so that they pushed her tits up and out. "but i'm just a teenager," she said. "i'm way too young for him."

he flexed his hands at his sides. "okay. you wanna be a slut?" he stepped forward, grabbing her by the hair and yanking her head back. "you wanna flash your tits for every grown man that walks past? you want everyone to look at you and imagine fucking you? fine." his free hand began undoing his pants, freeing his stiffening cock. "you wanna act like a slut, you'll get treated like one!"

her eyes were wide as she stared up at him. "daddy, what—"

he slapped her on the jaw, just hard enough to sting. "shut up," he commanded. "show me what that mouth is good for." he brought her head forward with one hand, lifted his cock with the other. her lips wrapped around him without hesitation, and the warm wetness of his daughter's mouth was heaven. she sucked him sloppily; her spit lubricated his shaft so that her lips could slide over it with ease.

jesus christ, his little girl could suck cock like a pro.

her head bobbed forward into his crotch of her own accord, so he freed her hair and reached for her tits instead, massaging them through the flimsy fabric of her crop top. when she moaned around his cock, he thrust forward, sliding his length into her throat. she gagged once, twice, then pulled back, giving him her best doe-eyed stare.

"good girl," he whispered.

"thank you, daddy," she said back.

he slapped her jaw again, and she smiled up at him.

he groaned and lifted her to her feet. she peeled her panties off, stepping out of them while he stripped, his pants and shirt landing in a pile next to the couch. he pushed her crop top over her head, making sure that his palms moved over her tits as he did so. he was rewarded with a small pant of genuine arousal—none of the over-the-top porn performance she'd been giving earlier. she had his attention; she didn't need to be dramatic anymore.

he sucked one nipple and reached between her legs to see how wet she was. when he found she was wetter than her mother had ever gotten, he manhandled her into position. she faced away from him, her arms on the back of the couch, her knees on the cushions.

"this is what sluts get," he whispered in her ear as he pressed against her entrance. she grabbed at her own ass, spreading herself for her father, who slid into her easily. he fucked her deep and slow, his balls slapping against her clit with every thrust. "little sluts don't get their tits played with. they don't get eaten out. all you want is to get fucked, yeah?"

she whimpered and nodded. he smirked; typical brat. she couldn't form a sentence once she was being fucked.

"you just want some big cock to fill you up so you don't have to think anymore, right?"

"yes!" she moaned.

"you just want to be a brainless little slut who gets to spend all day cumming on random strangers' cocks, don't you?"

"oh god... dad," she stuttered. "don't—please don't stop. oh my god."

"you're such a desperate little slut you're gonna cum for your dad?"

"oh god!"

he didn't stop fucking her, maintaining his pace and depth even as her pussy squeezed his cock. her moans were almost breathless, like she wanted to cum more than she needed air. the way her voice hiccuped was so cute. he wanted to make her do that over and over again.

"such a pathetic slut," he chastised, his cock balls deep inside her. he held it there for a moment while he tried not to cum in his daughter. "you know what i want?"

"what, daddy?" she said, still regaining her breath.

"i want to see your face when you cum for me again. i want to look in your eyes when you realize your dad's cock makes you cum this hard."

she whimpered and looked over her shoulder at him, but he pulled away, his cock sliding out of her with a wet sucking noise. he lifted one of her legs and slid underneath her so that he was sitting on the couch, and she could straddle and ride him.

"fuck yourself on my cock, baby," he told her. "i want you to cum on your dad's cock without me even doing anything."

her mouth fell open, mesmerized by the suggestion. she didn't respond, only reached down to grab his cock, lining it up with her pussy before lowering herself onto it slowly. her eyes closed and she leaned her head back, releasing the smallest of sighs. she settled into her own, unique rhythm so easily, he wondered if she hadn't been fucking him while he was asleep until today.

he watched her ride him with her eyes closed for almost ten minutes before she started moaning, her pace increasing. he grabbed her face and pulled her closer. "look at me," he commanded.

she obeyed, her eyes wide and innocent even as she approached the edge of orgasm. "oh god," she moaned. her hips bucked wildly, her cunt spasming around his cock again. her eyes never left his, and her mouth hung open even as every exhale became a moan.

"now you know you're mine," he told her. without warning, he thrust up into her, making her jump and whine. "we're not done yet, sweetheart. you forgot the one thing sluts are good for."

she stared at him dumbly.

he smiled and shook his head, the picture of a disappointed father. "it's my turn to cum now."

she looked almost afraid. "but daddy—"

he grabbed her jaw and squeezed it lightly; a warning. "do sluts talk back?"

"no," she said quietly.

"do sluts make their daddies cum?"

she nodded.

he slapped her. "say it."

"yes, daddy," she said, her breath quickening again. "i want to make you cum."

"good girl," he said softly, petting her jaw before slapping it again. he picked her up and positioned her so that she lay flat on her back on the couch, then climbed between her legs. slowly, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, then slapped her clit with it. she let out a small gasp and her hips bucked upwards. when he was sure she was ready, he slid inside her again. this time, he went hard and fast, wanting nothing more than to dump his load into his daughter's tight cunt.

to his delight, she rubbed her clit as he fucked into her. her other hand played with her tits, squeezing them and pinching the nipples. she came again, her chest and face flushing with the force of her orgasm, her legs shaking on either side of him. he slowed a bit, feeling her walls closing around him, then fucked her through the overstimulation until she was begging incoherently.

"what, baby?" he taunted as he fucked her even faster. "what do you need?"

"please please please please," she whimpered. "oh god, fuck, please—"

he didn't stop, even when he felt warm liquid surrounding his cock inside her. he pulled the blanket they kept on the back of the couch and lifted her hips to slide it underneath her.

"what are you doing?" she asked, frowning.

he smiled at her and finally let his cock slide out of her, followed immediately by the squirt he'd felt earlier. "trying to stop my little slut from making a mess," he said.

she covered her face with her hands. "i've never done that before," she admitted, her voice muffled behind her hands.

he laughed then, and leaned forward to pull her hands away and bury his cock inside her again. "i'm not done with you yet," he reminded her. she nodded, and he squeezed her tits as he fucked her. "such a perfect body," he told her. "i should have known you were a slut. should have known you'd be desperate for my cock."

"i need your cock, daddy," she said, her voice taking on the edge it had had earlier. she was trying to help him cum. "i always make myself cum thinking of you, imagining you fucking me. your cock is the only thing i want. you feel so good inside me, dad."

he groaned. "keep going."

"i love your cock inside me," she said. "it feels so good, stretching me out. nobody makes me cum like you do, daddy. i was made to take your cock. my pussy was made for you, dad."

that did it. he groaned and thrust himself inside his little girl as he came to the sight of his daughter for the second time that day. when he pulled away, he watched his cum leak out of her.

he used the blanket to wipe the excess wetness away, then dumped it into the washing machine. when he came back, she was eating a slice of pizza completely naked.

he laughed. "definitely my daughter."

[newrochellechallenger2019]

day 3 - blowjob

patrick zweig loved getting his dick sucked. honestly, he thinks it's better than penetrative sex, the feeling of a girls warm mouth around his dick, her spit coating his tip as he pushes it down her throat, it was the perfect stress relief.

which is why he'd hired you, to be his secretary. in your three months in this position, you'd probably been given more facials than answered phone calls about his plans for re-election in the city council.

so, it's no surprise to you when the intercom beeps, a signal patrick wanted to see you in his office and you grab a hairband instinctively as you pass the trail of balding white men leaving the meeting, his board of directors.

you slip into his office, closing the door and smoothing out your skirt. he looks up from his computer to look at you. 'you wanted to see me?' you squeak politely and he nods 'yeah, yeah i did.' he says flatly, eyes back on his computer.

'how was your meeting?' you continue despite his apparent disinterest, adjusting your blouse. 'tedious' he sighs, standing up and walking round his desk, unbuckling his belt as he does so, 'you'd think a group of rich old men would have more than enough money to spare in endorsing my campaign on improving schools round here but no-' he huffs, frowning.

he stops in front of you, towering over you, tilting your chin up to face him, studying your face, before pressing his lips to your jawline, kissing along it and tilting your head with his hands and you purr appreciatively. he kisses up to your ear, biting on the lobe.

'get on your knees darling' he breathes in your ear and your core heats up, immediately sinking to your knees in submission, looking up at him obediently.

'good girl' he grins, unzipping his trousers and sliding his boxers down to it all pools at his ankles. you're at eye level with his erection now and your tongue swirls his tip, working him up and he groans 'oh- needed this- fuck'.

you wet your mouth as you begin to take him, slowly, familiarising yourself with his girth. patrick fights the urge to shove his dick down your throat and call it a day. you slobber over his cock, it mixing with his precum in your mouth, and he moans, thank god for soundproof offices.

it doesn't take long for him to start to move his hips, forcing his dick further down your throat and you let out a choked whine, merely an encouragement to him, 'ohh nghshit- that's it'. his head is thrown back in pleasure and you fight to take all of him, cheeks hollowed.

his tip hits the back of your throat and you practically gag, though you both know you were into it, a sign of complete submission to him. 'fuck-mmph-you take me so well', he growls, grabbing fistfuls of your hair and tugging you back and forth on his dick and you splutter, lost in desire.

'yeah baby' he grunts between moans, thrusts becoming more erratic, he was getting close. he pulled out of your throat, a line of spit and precum still connecting you both as you catch your breath.

'stay there- not finished with you-mmph' he pants, fisting himself to release and you wait obediently, until his salty jizz spurts onto your face, coating your cheeks and nose. 'ohhh fuck fuck fuck fuck' he moans through his orgasm, before pausing to take in the sight of you.

'cum covered slut' he hisses, recovering and pulling his clothes back on. you stay kneeled, waiting for dismissal, the end of this game.

'you might wanna go to the bathroom' he grins, patting your head. you stand, dusting yourself off and nodding in acknowledgement. you slip back out of his office and hurry down to the bathroom to wash your face, trying to ignore the growing wet spot of arousal in your panties.

[goldenboydisaster]

I don’t know if this will be ✨ controversial ✨ in anyway but I got some stuff to say about g13

Namely about the incel and evil stuff I’ve seen said

Let’s be real, he’s not either of those things

I get the cast and stuff have been calling him an incel just cause he’s greasy and good with computers but I’ve seen people comparing him to biz glitterdew from FH and quite frankly g13 is just an asshole and he’s definitely no where near as bad or gross as biz was

And sure I can see an argument for evil like “ohh he was hacking Usha” and “he’s was taking her over ohh how terrible and evil of him” but like

It’s his body? Personally I feel he kinda has a right to try to take it back after being forcibly shunted out so an old woman could take it over?

I mean if you had been living your life, it’s fake but you think it’s real and someone you refuse to acknowledge you care about is in danger and suddenly and without warning your removed from your body and an ancient woman fills it and immediately starts fucking stuff up for you

And I know I’m not touching on the whole “I want people” thing but I’m to tired when typing this and also this is a comedy show so like nothing actually matters lol this is literally just my two cents on the matter so take it all with a grain of salt

[minnillea]

ON THIN ICE (Keegan P. Russ X Reader)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But it slipped….”

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

“Kneel.”

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

“Now, don’t make me say it again.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your eyes widened as you let out a muffled gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rubbed his thumb over your cheek.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You froze in place not knowing what to say.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He rubbed his thumbs on your hips, and smirked.

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

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

“This is going to hurt.”

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

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

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

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

“You asked for it, princess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh m-my hah! Mhmmm! Ahh! Pleaseeee-” You mumbled incoherences as he looked at you with those beautiful eyes of his, the black smudge around them only making his gaze more intoxicating.

“You are taking me so well, darling.” He said exhaling softly before kissing your lips down to your jaw and neck.

Keegan’s brows furrowed in pure pleasure as heat coursed through his body and he sucked on your neck hungrily.

You were reduced to a whimpering and quivering mess as he roughly moved against your little body, but you loved every second of it.

He continued ravaging you as one of his hands made its way to pinch and rub on your clit, making you wail. You felt like you were about to snap again as your walls tightened even more around him.

“You got quite the grip in there huh?” He chuckled before clenching his jaw at the feeling of you squeezing him tightly. His thrusts were getting sloppier as he felt his high near.

You kept your gaze on him with glossy eyes as a symphony of moans and whimpers left your lips, and you came trembling under him, pushing him over the edge and making him grunt deeply as thick strings of cum spurted inside you.

“Fuck….” He said breathily as he rode his high with a couple of thrusts before letting himself collapse on top of you, making sure to put most of his weight on his hands. He nuzzled his face against your neck before planting a kiss on your forehead and levering himself over your body to look at you with calm eyes.

You panted and quivered, feeling so full of him as you took a look into those eyes that had you captured.

He pulled himself back and out of you, making you feel empty and needy as you whimpered softly.

“Look at you….” He said in a husky voice as he admired the mess he’s made of you, leaning in with his hands gripping the edges of the desk.

He pushed the overflowing cum back in with his fingers and put your panties back in place before freeing your hands. He turned with his back facing you to look around as he fixed himself up while you tried to sit up in your sore ass.

He saw you move slightly in the corner of his eye, so he picked up your pants from the floor and came over to take you in his arms. You were quick to wrap your legs and arms around him.

“Hey, lay down for a bit, sweetheart. Are you okay?” He asked in a caring tone as he ran a hand through your hair as the other one patted your back. Your pants were hanging around his arm as he set them down on the table.

You were catching your breath but giggled with a nod as you clung onto him.

Keegan smiled as he held you close, his chest rising and falling as you breathed in his scent. His breathing relaxed you as you nuzzled your face against his neck.

“You are adorable.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he sat down mindfully on the desk, spreading your folded legs at his sides so your behind didn’t touch anything, and proceeding to litter soft kisses all over the love bites on your neck.

He kept a grip on your waist as a hand came up to caress your cheek, and his lips met yours in a soft, tender kiss. The heat between you two was intense; your bodies pressed together tightly as he kissed you deeply.

Keegan pulled away and held you close to his chest in a warm embrace, his eyes closing as he let out a deep breath.

He let you rest as much as you needed while caressing your hair and rubbing circles on your waist before it was time to leave.

Your eyes locked onto his; he had such a loving gaze.

He pulled his balaclava down after giving you a kiss on the nose.

“Are you gonna behave now?” He raised an eyebrow and tilted his head with a tone as playful as the look he was giving you.

[lottiesboy]

vroom vroom!! 🏎️

pairing: cg!lottie matthews x little!reader

summary: lottie plays cars with you.

tags: sfw, fluff, age regression, mama!lottie, reader is regressed to 3-5 years old, toys (cars)

it was a quiet saturday morning, lottie doing some computer work in her office. you were beside her on your play rug, playing with your toy trucks.

you were getting kinda bored, so you pulled on lottie’s pant leg for her attention. “what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“can you play cars, mama?” you asked shyly, looking up at her. she patted your head and smiled sweetly. “not right now, honey. in a little bit, okay?”

you nodded, a slight pout playing on your lips. lottie began typing again, realizing she hasn’t had a break all morning. she took a sip of her tea and shut her laptop. “mama’ll play with you, pumpkin.”

she sat down with you on your town rug, looking at all your cars and trucks lined up. “which one can mama have?”

you gave her a purple truck and she gasped. “that’s so sweet of you, baby. that’s mama’s favorite color!”

lottie watched you play, seeing how your mood got happier when she was sat across from you. she drove her truck over to you, but you whined soon after. “what’s wrong, sweetie?”

“mama, you hav to stay in da road.” you demonstrated for her and she chuckled. “ohh, is mama not obeying the law? you better not give me a ticket, little baby.” she tickled your tummy, making you giggle.

the two of you played for a little while longer, giving lottie’s mind time to relax with you.

[beaddie]

AMARANTHINE - Dr. STONE

sum☆: "ᵉˡᵉᵍᵃⁿᵗ! "𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙴 (adj.) undying, immortal, eternally beautifulIn which Stanley Snyder, Xeno Houston Wingfield, and (Y/N) Ambrose were trapped in an unexpected stone world that had been petrified 3,700 years before. However, they were 'infiltrated' by some foreign brats all of a sudden.Of course, they don't give up without a fight, do they?

warnings: all characters are 18+!!! violence. language. FICTION!! don't like it? scroll away!! first ever post on this app. english is not my first language, so ugh.(Dr. Stone x Reader)(Dr. STONE : New America City Arc) MANGA SPOILER

(CHAPTER 8)Z=156: Two Scientists

FLASHBACK

The sun beat down on the dusty ground near the lake, shimmering off the water's surface. Ten-year-old Senku, his brow furrowed in concentration, meticulously adjusted a small rocket propped up on a makeshift launchpad of stacked rocks. Beside him, Taiju, equally earnest but with a hint of nervousness in his eyes, held a battered notebook filled with complex equations.

A few feet away, a small group of children played, their laughter echoing across the water, but Senku and Taiju were oblivious, completely absorbed in their project. Whispers followed them – "Why aren't they playing like normal kids?" "What are they even doing?" – but the two boys remained focused. Taiju, though he longed to join the other children in their games, was fiercely loyal to Senku and his scientific shenanigans. He knew how much this meant to his friend. He just wished, sometimes, that Senku's experiments didn't involve quite so many explosions.

A thin wisp of smoke curled upwards from the base of the rocket. Taiju held his breath. He'd seen this before.

KABWOOM

The rocket ignited with a deafening roar, shooting a plume of fire and smoke into the air before sputtering and falling back to earth in a shower of sparks. The two boys coughed, their faces blackened with soot. This was, unfortunately, not an uncommon occurrence.

Senku and Taiju trudged back to the Ishigami residence, a small, cluttered house filled with the paraphernalia of Senku's experiments. Taiju sighed, tossing the book of rocket engineering onto a dusty table.

"Ohh, you can look up the secrets to making rockets on the computer!" he exclaimed, clearly relieved to be done with the confusing text. He'd had enough of trying to decipher the arcane language of rocket science.

Senku, already hunched over his computer, didn't look up. "You understand English? That's crazy, Taiju!" he said, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Taiju looked at the screen in awe. "<Dis iz> a what now?" he attempted, struggling with the unfamiliar phrase.

"Nahh not quite, I'm at the <This is a pen> level," Senku corrected, pointing at the screen. "See, most of the academic papers are in English, so I gotta attack this with a dictionary in hand." He gestured to a thick, well-worn English-Japanese dictionary lying open on his desk.

As he continued to type, Senku explained his strategy. "But researching these papers will only get me so far. It'll be quicker to pool intel...from like-minded people out there. That's what science is all about!"

With a decisive click, Senku sent his email to multiple space-related organizations across the globe, including, specifically, NASA.

"You're sending a message out to the world?!" Taiju's eyes widened.

"Yeah," Senku replied with a smirk. "Just call me 'spam-mail Senku.'"

★

NASA, Joshson Space Center

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, in a brightly lit office, a video call was in progress.(Y/n), seated comfortably in her chair, had her hair meticulously styled into a sleek up-do by her hairstylist. The stylist worked with ease, ensuring every strand was perfectly placed for the upcoming photoshoot. While the stylist worked her magic, (Y/n) is in lighthearted conversation with Xeno and Stanley, the atmosphere buzzing with pre-shoot excitement. Passing time catchng up with friends is definitely less boring.

"<Really? A kid sent a research paper to NASA about rockets? Now that's shocking,>" (y/n) said, adjusting her head position for the make-up artist.

"<That's correct, but isn't it elegant and intriguing, (n/n)? Stanley? Children of this generation are very interested in toys and other nonsense things! This particular one is interested in science, and he even built his own rocket! How very marvelous this child is.>" Xeno's voice was filled with genuine admiration planning to take the japanese kid his mentee.

"<'Sounds like you exactly.>" Stanley chuckled, taking a drag from his cigarette.

"<Right? Do you have a secret child or what?>" (y/n) teased, eliciting a snicker from Stanley in response.

"<Or maybe you hooked up with some random woman and—>" Stanley began, but Xeno cut him off sharply.

"<You two know that I don't engage in that kind of nonsense you two are talking about,>" he said, his eyes still fixed on the computer screen where he was composing a reply to Senku but briefly glance at the woman in screen as he grumbled.

"<Yeah, whatever you say, doc,>" Stanley muttered.

"<Wanna tell us about that kid?>" (y/n) asked, changing the subject.

"<Well, as far as I know...he mentioned in his email that he is from Japan, a young boy, about 10 years old, and that his father is a professor—he used a supercomputer on the university's campus to perform some calculations for his rocket, how rebellious.>" Xeno explained.

"<Well, I suppose If its for solely for science, I have no say in his matter at all...>" Xeno humms as he type more on his laptop.

"<Really a rebel,>" Stanley murmured, getting nostalgic.

"<Y'know what, Xe? Might as well take the kid as your student while you're at it,>" (y/n) suggested.

Xeno's eyes lit up. "<You read my mind, dear! And perhaps I should teach him more, not just about rocket... Now that his rocket needs some additional supplies, I need to make a list of those things. I'm not sure whether he is able to purchase them, but if he's eager, then...>"

"<If that's the case, I don't definitely mind giving him some funding.>" (y/n) perked up as she nodded at her make-up stylist after finishing her look.

"<Really? I thought ya' don't like brats?>" Stanley shoot up the question as (y/n) rolled her eyes at the soldier making Xeno smile at (y/n)'s generous offer.

"<Oh shut up, Stan>" (y/n) retort as she huffs.

"<Really, dear? I suppose that can do because...>" Xeno said

He finished his email, along with the offer that (y/n) made to help senku, and clicked send, adding the phrase, "Science is elegant."

★

Ding

"Nice, Senku!" Taiju yelled, pumping his fist in the air. "A response from a pro-scientist from NASA!" Tears welled up in his eyes.

"Pipe down," Senku said, though a small smile played on his lips. He carefully read the email and arch a brow.

"Huh? an offer? I can't refuse the financial help that's offering me. It's definitely a 10 billion percent help with my project." Senku smirked as Taiju is in awe again and congratulating again his best friend. But what really caught his eyes is the last words of Dr. X's letter;

"Science is elegant."

Senku stared at the screen. 'Elegant, huh...'

★

"Sooo, you just gotta buy the thermometer on this picture? Think they sell it at the 100-yen shop?" Taiju asked, slurping his cup of noodles. He wondered if any dollar stores in Japan sold a resistance thermometer with a rhodium-platinum alloy heat sensor.

"Let's see how much it is..." Senku muttered.

The two boys' eyes widened as they read the price: half a million yen. They both promptly spat out their noodles.

Senku made a decision. He would accept Dr X's friend's help and travel to America to meet his father, Byakuya, and use his credit card for extra allowance for his rocket project. It's better to have much than not enough, right?

★

A few weeks later, (y/n) was getting her makeup retouched when she called Xeno. "<So, it's been a few weeks. How's that mentee of yours, huh?>"

"<Now that you mention it, yes,>" Xeno replied. "<Teaching Dr. Senku about science is incredibly thrilling, as he is so eager to learn more. The boy continues to amaze me. Also, he extends his gratitude for helping him.>"

"<He also took pictures as proof that your funds were not wasted. I applaud your kindness towards this child, dear>" Xeno smiled as he forwards the pictures to (y/n).

The picture shows the purchased equipments with an adorable thumbs up. It made her softly smiled, she suppose this child is a camera shy one. But one thing for sure, this one is truly a kid, an incredible kid. Now, it really made her want to learn japanese. Maybe Xeno can teach her. (He sure can't deny teaching (y/n))

"<As much as Dr. Senku wants to learn about science, he doesn't know how to use it to rule over the ignorant masses on Earth,>" Xeno continued, taking a sip of coffee. "<Oh well, I understand that he is still a child, so in my position as his mentor, I will teach him everything there is to know about it.>"

★

"<You two would be there, right? If I ever dominate humanity with science in my grasp. (n/n)? Stanley?>" Xeno asked, a strange mix of seriousness and humor in his voice.

Stanley, who had been half-listening, opened his eyes and looked at the phone screen. (Y/n) did the same.

"<Mhm. Whatever you say, doc. Whatever happens, we'll be your by yer' side,>" Stanley said, puffing on his cigarette.

"<Whatever, yeah, sounds fun,>" (y/n) replied casually, closing her eyes as the makeup artist applied eyeshadow.

"<As expected of you two,>" Xeno said. "<The three of us shall take over humanity if anything happens, using the power of science. All three of us will be above them as I use science to reproduce every piece of weaponry.>" He gazed out the window, a dark expression on his face.

★

At NASA's Johnson Space Center, Xeno's coworkers were chatting in the cafeteria.

"<Well, what if you were sent back in time to the Stone Age?>" one of them asked.

Xeno, holding a cup of coffee, replied, "<I would re-create weapons of science from scratch, and rule as a dictator.>"

"<That'd be your move? Turning into a despot?>" Byakuya asked, raising an eyebrow.

"<What if there were other scientists there?>" the colleague persisted.

"<Whatever crazy situation humanity finds itself in...scientists are ten billion percent sure to pop up,>" Xeno said. Byakuya stood up from his seat.

"There will always be people greedy enough to wanna know every last detail about how the world works. Just like my son!" Byakuya added proudly.

"<In that case, I would confront these others, and in that primitive Stone World...we would learn whose science is superior!>" Xeno retorted, his eyes meeting Byakuya's.

Sometime later, Byakuya bustled around his office at NASA, straightening his tie and adjusting a framed photo of himself and a much younger Senku. He hummed a cheerful tune, a wide grin plastered on his face.

"<My son Senku is on his way!!>" Byakuya exclaimed to his colleagues, barely containing his excitement. He couldn't wait to see his son, though a small, nagging voice in the back of his head reminded him of the real reason for Senku's visit. Only because he maxed out that credit card. Not for a wholesome reason or anything, he thought, the grin faltering slightly before returning full force. He waved off the thought, chalking it up to parental anxieties. He continued chatting animatedly with his coworkers, describing Senku's brilliance and his passion for science.

"<I'm gonna meet him out front,>" Byakuya announced, grabbing his jacket.

Unbeknownst to Byakuya, Xeno, who was working nearby, overheard the conversation. The name "Senku" sparked a flicker of recognition in his mind. He vaguely remembered the name from the email exchanges, the young boy who had sent a research paper to NASA about rockets. Intrigued, he paused his work and listened more intently.

"<Sen.....ku?>" Xeno murmured to himself, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Outside the NASA building, Senku—now a teenager, stood before a large, gleaming statue of a space shuttle, his gaze fixed on its intricate details. His eyes ran a hand lightly over the smooth metal, a sense of awe and wonder filling him. He was so engrossed in his observation that he didn't notice a stranger approach and stand silently beside him. There was an unspoken understanding between them and peacefully stayed quite.

"HEYYY! SENKU!!" Byakuya's booming voice shattered the quiet moment. He rushed towards his son, a wide, beaming smile on his face. Xeno, sensing the familial reunion, discreetly stepped back and began to walk away, allowing father and son some privacy.

"Hm? What's up?" Byakuya asked Senku, noticing the slight look of distraction on his son's face, his eyes following the black-coated stranger.

"Nothing," Senku replied, turning to greet his father.