#I love this sweet southern bby boy he’s my everything

[honey-im-hotdog]

Make Me Melt 

Ty Shaw x reader

Author’s Note: Look this is short, I know. BUt there is nothing, ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, for this man and I have to change that damnit! He deserves better, this sweet angel baby! I hope you enjoy! 

As always, reader is supposed to be gn+vague, so if you catch any mistakes related to that please let me know.

Words: 0.7k  

Warnings: pet names (baby, darlin’, and sweetheart); mention of cotton candy; the fair; earrings, but could be read as clip-ons or the pierced kind (and even then the type of earring isn’t specified); fluff, like too much. I think that’s all. 

Summary: A little sweet moment between reader and Ty while they’re on a date at the fair.

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“Oh, look!” You grab Ty’s hand and start tugging him along, “C’mon, c'mon!”

He chuckles as you somewhat manhandle him to the booth with handcrafted jewelry. He seriously can’t get over how excited you are—how excited you’ve been all day, honestly. When he had first suggested going to the annual fair for a date, he hadn’t expected you to jump at the idea. And even then he had wrongfully assumed you two would mostly walk around, enjoying the colors and sounds and smells, and the joy radiating throughout the place. Maybe go on the ferris wheel, let him win some stuffed animal for you.

But oh boy, was he way off! If he had been any less enamored with you, he’d probably complain about his hand cramping from how tight you’d squeeze it in excitement. You had nearly bounced in your seat the whole way to the fair since he picked you up; and then squealed every time you saw something you wanted to check out. And to think that you hadn’t even made it to the cotton candy stall yet…

“Ooh. These are so beautiful!” Ty zones out as you converse with the girl manning the stall. He can’t take his eyes off you. The pure joy vibrating off of your body is enough to fill the place single-handedly. He finds the lights and colors reflecting in your wide eyes more beautiful than the actual thing. For the hundredth time that day, Ty asks himself, how did I get so lucky?

He zones back in when you let his hand go to pick up two earrings, one on the daintier side, and the other chunkier.

You hold each one up to your ears and look in the small mirror attached to the stall. “Hmm, they’re both so pretty. I don’t know,” you blink at your reflection. Turning to your boyfriend, you ask him what he thinks.

Ty’s first reaction is to giggle at how serious you look, but then he schools his expression into a faux serious one, with his lips pouting and brows furrowed. He lightly pinches your chin between his thumb and index finger, turning your face this way and that, as he hums. “I like this pair,” he indicates the ones in your right hand.

“Yeah?”

“Uh-huh. Frames your face better,” he gives a too-serious nod.

You laugh and pivot back to the girl, handing over the pair he had picked out and putting the other one back. “How much?” you ask as you look down into your tote bag for your wallet. However, when you turn to hand over the money, you notice Ty having paid already.

When you whine out his name, he chuckles and replies with: “Lemme treat ya, baby.”

And god, does the way he says “baby” melt your insides.

Ty throws an arm around your shoulders as you both move on from the booth. You’re still admiring your newest purchase when you feel your boyfriend tug you to a stop. Looking up with a curious expression, you’re met with his brilliant smile.

“Well? C’mon, put ‘em on!”

You smile, a bit bemused, and shrug your shoulders up, “What, now?” He nods in response. You laugh a little as you reply, “Ty, I might need a mirror—”

Before you’re even finished with your sentence, he says, “‘s okay, you got me, darlin’,” like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Your hands, which had been holding up the earrings, fall down to your sides and your shoulders shag, mouth falling open slightly. His words melting you right into a puddle. You lean into him, hiding your face against him, and you whine out his name again, “You can’t just say things like that to me!”

His chuckle vibrates through his chest as he envelopes your shoulders underneath his arms, one hand cupping the back of your head and pulling you tighter into him. “Why not, baby?”

“Because you turn me into goo!” Your hands fist his shirt by his hips and tug him closer. “Stop making me fall deeper in love with you, Tyler!”

You feel his warm breath against your head as he nuzzles you, “No can do, sweetheart.”

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When The Lights Go Out - Director Keller x Reader (Captain Marvel)

Gif credit @crawlingmist 🙏💙 for sending me this one in particular for this fic, bless you ❤️

@wltz-bby​ @happyskywhale​

Author’s Note: 🤷‍♀️ So, Keller has actually nicked music from himself because this is the song that I was going to use for his first time with his space girl. ALAS! I turned the tables and still thought the song was perfect. It’s just clearly the Keller smut song. And here we are-!

All this is just conversations with @mandy23b​ - spending a little too much time focusing on his belt buckle and tie... and it just escalated... and this was born! I decided “Shoot! I gotta write this!” and then the amazing Joss (@Crawlingmist) told me “Oh, I was going to GIF him on the floor but-” And I insisted “But nothing - I will beg you for it!”

When The Lights Go Out - Jason Aldean It’s a real mood setter don’t you dare skip it!

Disclaimer: Captain Marvel characters not mine / GIF was a gift and a blessing and I can’t stop staring at it / lyrics not mine seriously listen to the damn song!

Premise: It’s not often that Director Keller lets you turn the tables on him, so when he does, you have to take every advantage of it...

Words: 6220

Warnings: Sinday/Sunday Smut / swearing / Sub-Dom tones (Dom!Reader)

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I gotta get to you baby, I gotta get to you now Without you I'm going crazy, without you girl I'm going wild The only thing that I wanna do is fall into you

Baby, when the lights go out I wanna hear that want you sound On your lips when I lay you down (down down down) I wanna love you 'til there's nothing left All night until the sky turns red Do everything that we ain't done yet But we been thinkin' about Baby, when the lights go out Baby, when the lights go out

A day can feel like forever, baby when you're not around Yeah, when we ain't together, you're all I dream about I'm turning corners I'm driving, over to your house

Baby, when the lights go out I wanna hear that want you sound On your lips when I lay you down (down down down) I wanna love you 'til there's nothing left All night until the sky turns red Do everything that we ain't done yet But we been thinkin' about Baby, when the lights go out

The only thing that I wanna do, is fall into you

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Your breaths were short and shaky, sweat danced on your skin, your bodies were close and yet you needed him closer. Being one with him wasn’t enough. It was never enough.   He trembled beneath you, nails digging into your hips, heartbeat erratic but sighs blissful. A mess. You’d made him a vulnerable mess. You dipped to kiss him again, and this time he moaned gently against your lips – nails scrapping your skin. Those little red marks they would surely leave making you smirk. To see the S.H.I.E.L.D Director pinned under you and completely at your mercy was a rare event. One you weren’t about to waste in a hurry. But he’d been begging you for hours, and now you were ready for him. “Tell me darling…” You whispered gently, “Tell me what you want.” Keller’s body shook again; this time at merely the sound of your voice. Your teasing only making him worse. “You…” the voice was almost a whimper, “You… Y/N… Please…” You took his hands in yours, moving them up over your form as you aligned yourself with him, allowing your body to slowly sink onto him. Keller’s body immediately arched up into yours in reaction, and those nails came back with a vengeance – making you hiss softly. “S-Sorry…” You shook your head, rolling your hips over his, just to let him know who was in charge – and listening to the gorgeous way his breath hitched. “Now, now, Director, don’t apologise just yet.” You laced your hands with his, kissing his fingertips; “Let me see those gorgeous eyes of yours.” He opened them slowly, that pretty blue burning more intense than you’d ever seen it, a nice accompaniment to the hard blush across his cheeks. As Keller traced his eyes down your body he swallowed hard, and try as he might, you could still hear that groan rise in his chest. “Baby…” You breathed, resting his hands back on your hips – he could guide you, but not control you. That was as much as you’d be giving him tonight. “You may begin.” *** You would be lying if you said you didn’t see this coming. That this man hadn’t brought this upon himself. Keller was not a selfish lover; he wasn’t a dominant one either. He was a good man, in every sense of the word. Whatever he had to do in the line of ‘duty’ was not something Keller ever allowed to define himself. You’d known for a long time that although you were dating a man that could be firm, and very nearly ruthless if he had to be, Keller was a sweetheart. There was simply no other word. With all this in mind, he was still very much a traditionalist. Keller was in control of the relationship because that’s how things were. He was older than you, and he was a Southern Gentlemen. So you would expect nothing less. But sometimes Keller would let you be in control. Sometimes he wanted you to be in control. He’d never say it – maybe a little too proud for that – but he gave off far too many signals. Sitting picture perfect in his office in your favourite suit, when he’d spent so much effort this morning getting ready, and asking you to pick out a tie for him – was one of these. Keller would ask you to pick out ties often this was true, but this morning it was: “Y/N, how do I look?” “Y/N, what about this one?” “Y/N, would you help me with this?” Part of you didn’t see the point in him asking you to knot his tie if he was only going to beg you to take it off him later. But you played the game, because he was requesting your attention, and you would dutifully give it. You’d spent a lot of time un-subtly flirting with him today – and he got continuously hot under the collar. Aiding your confidence was only going to help him get what he wanted most, after all. But now the work day was done, and he was sitting in his home office finishing up. He looked beyond gorgeous; you’d have to give him that. It was a shame that you’d be spending so much time messing that suit up. You gave him just enough time to sort his filing before you entered, barely even bothering to knock. “Jonathan.” You leant against the door frame, very nearly nonchalantly, and he knew what was coming from the way he swallowed and looked up to you. “Yes?” “Don’t you think you’ve been working long enough..?” Now was time to spend all your attention on him, and you wouldn’t be taking no for an answer. “Well, I’m not sure a Director’s job is ever done!” Keller studied you carefully as you walked across the room to him, pushing his chair out from his desk. Those blue eyes very nearly innocent. “I disagree. I think now is a very good time for your job to be done.” He barely gave the paper on his desk a second glance as he threw his pen down and stood, “And, as my partner, you’re probably right.” “Good boy.” You knew by now that it was never too early to start. As soon as you had his agreement in the direction of the evening, why not initiate the shiver inducing pleasure? You watched Keller’s eyes widen a little, in surprise that you would consider beginning such a phrase this early – then the shake that subtly ran his spine, as you expected. He looked back to you, blinking slow, but you weren’t even going to give him the opportunity to answer you back. Running your eyes down his suit again you couldn’t help but bite your lip. If one thing was for sure, you were about to take your sweet time. You wanted him aching for you, down on his hands and knees begging for you – nothing less would do. And your smirk told him as such. You ran your hands up his body from his stomach to his chest, sliding them underneath his jacket to push it from his shoulders. At the pressure of your fingertips Keller tensed, breathing already deep – you could hear that yourself, but the rise and fall of his chest certainly helped affirm it. Keller was too focused on you, on what he wanted you to do to him. His jacket slipped down his arms and pooled to the floor – but his eyes remained focused on you. You let your eyes sweep him again, shaking your head, “Damn, why do you look so good?” “I try my hardest,” His voice was quiet as your fingertips traced him again, “especially for you.” You grinned, “Mmhm…” it was the right answer, and you traced all the way to his belt buckle. You wondered if it was that big on purpose. Large and square, in polished silver, it was in stark contrast against his dark suit; you couldn’t miss it even if you’d wanted to. Instead of undoing his belt – you latched your fingers around it, pulling him to you. “I hope you’re ready for this, Director.” Instead of even telling you yes, Keller merely nodded, submitted to what he knew his evening would entail as you continued to pull him with you, walking backwards in confidently large steps towards your bedroom. He followed you obediently, keeping his hands to himself. This was all about your hands on him. Both of you already knew that. This man wasn’t just a top S.H.I.E.L.D Agent, he was the top S.H.I.E.L.D agent. You were well aware he could take control at any moment; he could tell you no or pin you against the wall – or do just about anything else. Hell, this man could kill you – kind and gentle though he was. The power behind his submissiveness wasn’t to be underestimated, just as the control he’d allow you every so often wasn’t to be abused. Jonathan Richard Keller would only be this vulnerable with you, he was only willing to do this with you – because the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D trusted you more than anything or anyone else. Tomorrow you’ll both have got what you wanted and your sweet Southern Gentleman would stare at you over breakfast like he’d never seen anything so beautiful. Then spend the rest of the day ordering you around at work. Tonight, the ordering was yours to do – and he didn’t want you to waste one second of it. With the bedroom door closed and his hips against yours, you ran back up his chest again, to the top button of his waist coat. Your voice was slow and smooth, just the right side of a sexy whisper, and you’d hold it at that tone for the majority of the evening: “There’s just something so sexy about a man in a three-piece suit…” You undid the top button and leant up – lips ghosting his skin. Keller trembled at the almost contact, swallowing hard. You trailed down his neck in a series of barely there kisses. “Talk about so hot you’re hurting my feelings…” “Y/N-” You only undid the second button at the tone of his voice, sinful delight in your ear at the gentle shake he was aiming to keep out of it. “That’s it, just like that.” You moved your hips against his, and he gasped – short, as if it was a sound Keller didn’t want to let out. There was movement in his arms and his fingertips twitched as he tipped his head back, inviting further kisses. “Director, you know that touching me will only make me go slower, don’t you?” “Yes,” Keller sighed again, restrained, “I’m sorry.” Three down. “Good boy.” “Mmm.” That was a different kind of vocalisation, and this time his hips jerked into yours. With how good that felt to you, you weren’t about to punish him for it. “Careful, Director.” Your voice was sugar sweet as you finished with his waistcoat – this time grazing those almost kisses along his jawline. Not satisfied with his head being tipped in a way that meant you couldn’t see the blush you knew would be covering Keller’s face by now, you yanked him back to you by his tie. Keller wasn’t expecting the movement, and the tug was sharp, causing him to steady himself against your body. You looked at both his hands before meeting his eyes, blush across his face more than obvious, now bleeding into his neck; “Director.” “Y-You can’t be serious!” “Oh, darlin’,” you tsk’d, “rules are rules.” You pulled the knot of his tie to loosen it, but didn’t remove it, grinding yourself up between his thighs a little harder this time. “Y-Y/N! P-Please-!” Keller was more than likely asking you to stop; he’d got himself into this. “Oh no, baby boy…” You were working through his shirt buttons now, keeping your eye on his, now your teasing kisses refused to connect with his lips. So close and yet so far. “…you’re going to wait for me, do you understand?” “Yes.” “Good. You will only get what you want when I’m good and ready to give it.” As you worked his remaining buttons undone you took your sweet teasing time. Every so often you would let your fingertips or your nails graze against his bare skin. And that contact was driving him crazy. You had to stop yourself from giving him too much just to hear him moan like that again. “God, baby, you sound so beautiful.” You winked, smile and tone encouraging, “Let me hear you.” You didn’t need to ask now; Keller was working himself up as much as you’d already been doing. And you hadn’t even properly undressed him yet. You had barely even started with him, and you hoped he realised that. Or Keller was in for one hell of a wicked ride. Buttons run though and tie slacked you could feel the beat of his heart as you ran your hands over his skin; fingers splayed to give him as much skin to skin contact as he deserved. Keller wanted more than anything else in the world to pull you in and kiss you; all he wanted was your lips on his. Overpowering you would be easy - too easy, but that had never been the aim here. And he refused to call this a game. This wasn’t anything more than one part of your relationship. You deserved this, every bit as much as he wanted this. You hooked your fingers around his tie and pulled his body back to yours, arching into the curve of his. Whilst he wasn’t getting skin to skin contact yet, the feel of you pressed against him was enough to get him begging. With your lips inches from his you still weren’t affording him real kisses. And now, looking into your eyes, that was all Keller wanted. “Y/N… Please, please…” “Please what?” You teased, keeping him in place by his tie, but still teasingly running your fingers over his skin, “What is it darling?” “Kiss me, please!” “Oh, sweet thing,” You purred, with one short chaste kiss, “is that what you want?” Keller’s lips parted, but it took him a second, “…Y/N.” His voice was so close to a whine, so close, and you were ready to celebrate that, “Please.” You couldn’t help your teasing smile, but instead of kissing his lips you opted to plant them on his cheeks, his jawline, his temples and forehead. His eyes fluttered closed, but you knew it wasn’t even close to enough for him. He looked so desperate – but to keep that look on Keller’s face your only option was teasing him. When his eyes opened again you realised that there wasn’t anything in his body language that wasn’t begging you for this. “Please.” Keller took a breath, “Kiss me.” You unfurled his tie expertly with a swift pull and smirked gently, running your hands up his chest to push his shirt further back off his chest and with enough pressure to feel him tense under you, the erratic beat of his heart, and scraped your nails over his skin. His body gave a delightful shake and his eyes closed again; not for lack of trying. Probably just for focus. “Seen as you asked so nicely, Director.” This time you yanked him to your lips by his collar, hands through his hair as you pulled him flush to you. Keller’s hands stayed loose by his sides obediently but you knew he was itching to wind them around you. Even though you were still in charge, you allowed him to kiss you exactly how he wanted, and you opened your mouth invitingly for him. This was just a taste – and he didn’t know it yet, but it was still a tease. Your hands left his bare skin and you retracted that belt buckle, this time pushing the leather through the silver, knowing his sigh against your lips was just for the sound of the metal ringing through as it let go of the fastenings. His body shivered again as it rang clear; and yet, just like his clothing, you didn’t completely relieve him of it. Keller was having other problems of his own, however; you could feel him growing hard against you, even though every sound he made was an attempt to control that. You wanted to tell him not to – but you were sure in the end that would make things worse. Pulling back from him and away from the kiss he whined; exhale breathless as you ran your hands through his hair again. You were pretty sure Keller wasn’t about to turn a natural colour for at least the next few hours. “You look so good when you’re flustered,” You purred; and this time your hands teasingly ghosted his skin, “fuck, baby, you sound incredible when you whine like that.” Keller wasn’t impressed – and the blush across his cheeks this time was more annoyed embarrassment that he was letting you do this to him. Truth was, he still enjoyed it, and it wasn’t going outside of this room – let alone this house. This secret was your own; and it was an incredible one to keep. He expected you to grab him into another fiery kiss, grabbing fistfuls of his clothing before undressing him, maybe you’d keep kissing him then, push him back onto the bed – grind him slowly whilst you undressed yourself. Yes, that’d feel so good. Then, and only then, you’d let him touch you. But he’d more than make up for what you’d put him through. Instead of living out Keller’s fantasy the way it usually played out, this time you stepped back from him. His eyebrow raised in the confusion of something he didn’t expect and you held his gaze. You blinked slowly, and only once, before in dead seriousness you spoke. “Get on your knees.” Keller stood in silence for a moment like it hadn’t computed, making you reach out for him, caressing his cheek gently before holding his chin between your thumb and index finger – voice more commanding as you forced him into looking at you. "Get down on your knees like a good boy." He didn’t hesitate. Even though he was far from understanding of why you would ask such a thing his tall frame sank slowly down to the floor. Watching him look up at you like that was enough to drive you feral; the heavy rise and fall of his chest, the look he was giving you was more than just vulnerable. Like he was perhaps even a little afraid of what you might do to him whilst he was here. Keller had no advantage anymore – you’d just taken his height from him too. But the Director’s eyes were pleading with you to put him out of his misery - if only he knew it was about to get a lot worse before it got better. Thinking that he might actually obey you and sit still, you took further steps back from him, hands running to the buttons of your own shirt, you’d barely undone the first one before his eyes widened. Your Director couldn’t help himself; he was aching for you and you were about to deny him everything and be out of his reach?! Keller’s impulses had him ignoring everything you’d said and his hand shot out; “No!” You dropped your hands and regarded him with a shake of your head, and a tsk. “Now, now, Director, that’s not how a good boy behaves.” “I-!” “Hush, baby.” He dropped back, sitting back on his heels, hands resting on his thighs – although you could tell he was reigning in all his self-control by the white in his knuckles - at least Keller looked a little apologetic. You still weren’t about to let him get away with it; and your steely gaze let him know as such. “Hands and knees.” “Y/N-!” “One more word from you and I’ll have you turn around.” His entire face screamed protest at how unfair this was, and for half a second you thought he could well be capable of crying in frustration. But it didn’t happen. “Jonathan.” It was that use of his first name that made him submissive. Hands sliding down his suit pants to touch the floor, Keller’s head bent forwards. This time when you used the words good boy you watched the shudder of delight draw its way up its spine, and he couldn’t hold back his vocalisation. You ran your hands back to your shirt buttons and undid them as slowly as you had his own. Keller kept his eyes glued to the floor, and you wondered how much more agony this would be if the first thing you’d relieved him of would have been his glasses. His eyes didn’t wander – and he kept them almost too respectfully to the floor; you wondered if he thought you might punish him further if they did – but you were hardly going to be the one to deny that you wanted Keller’s eyes on you, even if he couldn’t touch you. It was the unzipping of your pants that got him, the sound made him squirm – eyes squeezing tightly shut again, you didn’t miss the rock of his hips as you shimmied out of your pants. This was as much agony for you, even if it was in a completely different way. You couldn’t wait for his hands to be all over you, Keller was sweet and gentle sure, but he knew exactly what he was doing – and damn if he wasn’t in tune with your body. Just thinking about that had you a little hot and bothered yourself. But you cooled down with a calm exhale. And you had nothing on the man on his knees, shaking in front of you. “Baby,” Your voice hit him like a sugar rush, “look at me.” His shoulders heaved and you almost thought that he’d ruin the fun by refusing. But Keller couldn’t - no matter that he knew that you would not allow him to touch you. Those gorgeous blue eyes raised to you as he pushed himself back up to kneeling. It took effort, and he was breathing a little too heavily. “Don’t worry, darling, if you’re a good boy I’ll be all yours soon enough.” “Mmm…” You weren’t sure that was an agreement. But you pulled your shirt from your shoulders to pool with your pants. Moving to stand in a way that perfectly flaunted your body as you pushed your bra straps from your shoulders, your occasional glances back to his eyes were both fleeting and teasing. Keller’s were – unsurprisingly – glued to your body. You bit your lip hard as you reached back and watched the way he swallowed hard at the snap. But you waited, just long enough for his eyes to desperately flick back to yours before you let that fall too. Giving him enough time to become even more painfully turned on by having to kneel on the other side of the bedroom to watch you do this. You were nearly surprised that his vocalisations didn’t sound as pained as Keller looked. You were sure it would happen before this night was through. You hooked your fingers underneath your panties and waited again. Keller’s body tensed, fingers digging into his legs as he leant forward – you were sure his reactions at this point were all involuntary. You pushed them slowly down over your hips before you stopped. A little but not nearly enough. This time when he whined it did sound desperate; and the tremble made itself known in his voice. “Y-Y/N…”  In fact now you didn’t think desperate was a fair word. That man was going to hurt himself – and it was going to start with making his lip bleed if Keller bit it any harder. “Baby,” You very nearly whispered it, voice soft and yet still sinful, “you’re being an awful good boy,” Keller didn’t even dare nod, but even his breathing was uneven. The Director was losing control. “I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” He did nod this time, but he wasn’t meeting your eyes, his own vision downcast. “Good boy…” You smirked, beckoning, “Come here, it seems I need a little assistance.” Keller moved across the bedroom floor surprisingly gracefully but kept his body low, as on his knees as it was possible to be, until he was at your feet. He swallowed so hard it was audible, and as he raised his hands to touch your skin they visibly shook. Poor, sweet, baby boy… You very nearly pitied him, but if you showed that he’d immediately take as much control as he could from you. You weren’t about to allow that. He ran his hands from your calves up your thighs, fingers apart to touch as much of you as possible – the gentle pressure he applied as his brushed them over your skin allowed Keller a map of your structure. You wouldn’t be surprised if he knew your body off by heart, but committing you to his memory wasn’t good enough for the Director. You had to be a part of his soul too. He was delicate; as if getting to be this close to you – let alone touch you – was the highest honour. His hands paused just over where you’d left your underwear; framing your hips and he stilled – this was as much about your pleasure as his, after all, and Keller knew that an agonizingly slow pace would drive you wild. His fingertips exerted further pressure as he began dragging them back down your legs, catching the soft fabric he slid them down with relative ease. Keller was trying not to make noises this time, but you could feel how sporadic his hot breaths against your skin were and you smirked again, watching him pulled them all the way to the floor. Where he once again kept his eyes. You reached out, running your hand through his hair you caught his groan, before you grasped his chin between your thumb and forefinger and forced him to look back into your eyes. His intake of breath was sharp and he once again steadied himself. “You’re such a good boy,” You ran your thumb delicately over his lips and they parted for you, “prove it to me… beg for me.” His eyes flashed dark, and he knelt up, extending his height before placing his hands on your hips again, thumbs grazing your stomach. Keller’s gaze was locked with yours, and it didn’t leave. “Please, baby, please, let me touch you… You know I would do anything for you.” You ran your hand back to his hair, “Anything?” “Anything.” He affirmed, and there was something in his voice the touched your heart. This exchange had nothing to do with the situation you found yourselves in. You let him go, and Keller bit his lip once more; eager to please, but willing to wait for your go ahead. You gave him a wink, before you began smirking, “Touch me, Director, but do exactly as I say…” Keller gave a nod, and unironically thanked you. Because of the height Keller had placed himself at you knew that touching you wasn’t the only thing he was going to do. You’d permit him to do what he wanted – why shouldn’t you allow yourself such a pleasure? His kisses grazed your hips and your stomach, slow and gentle Keller worshiped your body. You ran you fingers back into his hair, and the scrape of your nails against his scalp was enough to have him sighing against your skin, shiver once again visible. As his kisses began to run lower his hands slipped from your hips to join them; your pull on his hair was simply a warning - not too fast, or I’ll stop you. Keller’s eyes raised back to yours before he pressed his lips to your skin one last time, fingers sliding tentatively into your folds he tested you. But he was the one out of the two of your groaning – you bit your lip if only to stop yourself from smirking so hard. Giving you pleasure gave him pleasure, and yet both of you were getting off on you being in control. His fingertips brushed your clit, and then you did sigh; “Good boy. Right there.” Although he didn’t leave them there very long, running them back Keller teased your entrance and as he did so, brought his tongue into play. You weren’t about to deny yourself the shudder of pleasure, or him the knowledge that what he was doing felt incredible as your nails dug into him; “Oh… Oh… that’s my good boy… yes, baby, just like that…” The tip of Keller’s tongue teased your clit in slow circles, enough for you to push your hips forward, craving more attention. Your hand rested on his shoulder, but your grip on him said you were still very much dominant. His fingers remained idle, and by now you were craving him. “Baby, give me more! And don’t you dare stop.” As he pushed his fingers slowly into you, your body responded immediately, muscles tightening around him. Keller very nearly lost it – his vocalised whine was really something else and it was enough to make you gasp. Was he about to cry over this? It certainly sounded like it. “Hush…” was as much comfort as you offered him, before groaning again as he moved his fingers slowly within you, “Yes baby…! More…!” Keller wasn’t sure what more he could possibly offer you, the taste of you was driving him insane. His body was doing all his screaming for him and if he was completely honest with himself, he just wanted you to grab him and fuck him in whatever way you deemed necessary (and it would certainly be you doing such a thing, he knew his place tonight). He wanted to beg you to do that, he wanted to beg to be inside you, and his pleasure and frustration all came out in the form of tears. Keller got reckless and emotional. Pulling his fingers from you – with a sharp gasp from you at the loss of him - Keller pushed your thighs wider, tongue moving to taste as much of you as he could. Fuck! He just felt so good – and you let him have his moment of complete abandon for that reason alone. But he wasn’t playing by the rules, and that meant teaching him another lesson. No matter how much your body wanted him. You yanked him roughly back by his tie – still strategically around his neck – and held him there. You weren’t sure that you could describe the look on his face as anything other than feral; changing very quickly to surprised. “What did I say?” “Y/N!” His exclamation of your name was painful – and suddenly you realised that there really were tears glistening on his cheeks, “Please! Baby, I’m begging you…! I need you so bad… I just need you so bad-! Please, do whatever you want with me, I-” He didn’t have time to finish his sentence as you pulled him to standing, but Keller was pretty incapable and staggered, supported only by your body as you kissed him – rough and merciless as his tie and waistcoat hit the floor, followed by his shirt and belt, you pulled his hips to yours as you ran through his button and zipper, but you did not let his lips leave yours. As his pants hit the floor you shoved him hard and Keller hit the sheets, breathless. Even more so as you clambered onto him to remove the final item. This was slower and move delicate, taking Keller’s glasses from his face you folded them and placed them on his bedside table, leaning in to kiss him a little gentler. “I love you, you know that, right?” His face was flushed once more, immediately submissive to whatever you would do you him next, as you straightened holding him underneath you. “Y-Yes, I know…” “Good boy.” You rolled your hips over his and his body immediately lurched in response, arching up to touch yours, his cry of pure ecstasy music to your ears. You smirked again, weight covering him to push him further into the bed, but dipped to continue your fiery trail of kisses; “Such a good boy…” *** His first movement was slow, but about all Keller could take, given the choked cry he let out. You placed your hands over his and rolled your hips again; “It’s okay, baby I’m here.” You continued your motions as his grip on you became stronger, “That’s it, good boy.” And Keller eventually held you to a nice rhythm that he responded to. “Y/N-” His body shuddered again, you tilted your head, “Say it, baby say it.” “Please, please I want more….” “You what? You want more?” “Just this once,” His breaths were shaky and his voice wavered enough for only half the words to be properly spoken, “let me say it… please!” You ground your hips into him harder and Keller elicited something between a groan and a growl, tipping his head back. Usually want would be followed up with a tease that want was not the word you wanted to hear…  ‘want’ would get him nowhere, except stalling what Keller was desperate for. Tonight he was losing control and if you stopped, he might not want you to continue. So you only continued to get rougher – and each time you did you buried him a little deeper inside of you, until he was hitting your sweet spot. “OH… baby…” This time you allowed yourself to truly vocalise your pleasure, “You feel so good.” “Mhm-!” That nod wasn’t in agreement, but solidarity. You did too – but your significant other was finding words a little difficult right now. The dig of his fingers into your skin likely to leave bruises – yet you couldn’t help but think about how good Keller’s hands felt on your either. You could feel every twitch and vibration of his body as you rode him and you were enjoying every second. If you could somehow make this last all night, that probably wouldn’t even have been enough. “Baby-!” Your breathing was aligned with his; the same panting – maybe not as heavy – your grind a little rougher this time had him reaching the very deepest part of you and your intake of breath was sharp; “Do you know what a good boy you are?” you panted again, “You deserve a reward, you deserve the biggest reward.” Keller only stared up at you obediently – all things considered he would think this was his reward. So whatever you were going to say would only be a bonus. “Cum for me, baby please… I need you to.” His lips parted again – and the Oh of realisation was lost in the OH! of intense pleasure as you managed to find another notch to push yourselves into. Keller’s vision was blurring and all he was aware of was blinding white light, the way you felt, and your voice. The searing heat that suddenly came to him was intense. “Y/N-!” “Yes-! Yes, that’s my good boy. That’s it-! OH-!!” His body arched and his hands pulled your body into his, needing desperately to feel all of you all over him. That skin to skin contact finally pushed him completely over the edge and you rode him out over his climax. Keller’s panting - everything from his breathing to his voice - sharp and he squeezed his eyes shut tight as he let you climax with a beautiful call of his name. He shook gently again as your heat mixed with his and your body trembled against his. You knew exactly what he needed right now, but you would leave him hanging for just a little while longer; you removed your body from his gently so as not to hurt him, but still sat across his hips, placing your hands over his chest to feel the beat of his heart. Keller placed his hands over yours, smile soft, blue eyes holding galaxies. “I love you.” You said it again, “Baby, did you enjoy that?” Keller nodded, and you loved how high his voice sounded, “Yeah…” “Yeah?” Your voice was soft, and you kissed his forehead gently, “Good boy.” It'd wear off, and by tomorrow morning your significant other would be your boss again, by this time next week he’d have probably put you back in your place because make no mistake, Keller was still the boss. Even if he was gentle and vanilla 90% of the time you weren’t doing this with him. You stretched your body out over his and drew him into your arms, kissing his cheek, nose and brow, before settling on the taste of his lips. You would hold him until he calmed down, until he asked you not to. But Keller wouldn’t, and you already knew that before his arms wound around you. “I love you too.” “Hmm?” “I love you… too…” His body shivered slightly in aftershocks, causing him to moan softly again before he yawned and settled his body into yours. You ran your fingers through his hair and smiled to yourself, “I heard you the first time,” then you grinned, “I just wanted to hear you say it twice.” He chuckled, closing his eyes, “Why, are there two of you I should be saying it to?” “Hmmm… maybe one day. We’re not ready for that conversation yet.” Though perhaps it was an exciting thought. “Oh.” His realisation was a little out, but you’d let Keller off considering what you’d just put him through. “…Yeah. A good conversation, for another time.” You kissed him once more, “Keller?” “Yes?” “Thank you.” His eyes opened slowly, and his eyebrow raised, “The pleasure is all mine. And, you’re the one looking after me.” “I know. But, you should know that I’m grateful for such opportunities.” “Silly girl…” He chuckled, pulling your body closer and running a hand through your hair, “Of course I do.” “I would do anything for you too.” “Shhh…” Although he smiled as he kissed your skin, “Now that’s just dangerous information.”

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avatar au! waterbender jimin

sarah is back at it again! i would like to point out that this series is from Avatar Aang era, so there will be no airbenders! 

so i obviously chose water for jimin. he is so pure and he has such fluid motions when he dances !!! he is super soft and caring for others, just like the water tribes. 

jimin would be from the northern water tribe, and I can really see him as yue’s younger brother. 

Since the parting of his older sister, who was supposed to rule the northern water tribe, jimin had to take up her role after she became one with the moon lol 

you, are a water bender as well, but you grew up in the fire nation. 

your parents were killed in the siege of the southern water tribe, and you were taken as a young child to be adopted by a fire nation family. 

you were raised by a good-hearted family, (not all of the firenation people are bad) and grew up to be a beautiful and intelligent young lady. 

However you didn’t have the resources to teach yourself waterbending so you always yearned to go back to your routes and visit one of the water tribes. 

you met jungkook, a firenation general’s son, and you managed to befriend him. (for the sake of this route, you didn’t end up with jungkook) 

jungkook, having ties to the general fleets, he helped you out so that you could go to the northern water tribe for learning water bending! (it wasn’t easy, mind you, because you know, firenation ships are a big no-no when it comes to entering the northern water tribe.) 

you had to make a stop and row the rest of the way on canoe and and jungkook had to dress in apparel that didn’t give away his firenation ties. 

when you approached the water tribe, you could feel this giddyness in your stomach, you were so excited!! 

and the one who greeted you were these guards, they were super skeptical on whether or not to let you in because !! you were strangers and that is really weird for them 

and since they gave you so much hell you were about to loose your temper. (you had a waterbender heart, but the temper of a firebender) 

“look i didn’t freeze my ass off and suffer sea sickness for you lousy good-for-nothing guards to turn me away from learning a skill that was passed down to me through my heritage! are u really going against your own people here??” 

even jungkook was getting uncomfy with the situation 

“calm down,,,you might never get in if you give them attitude,,,” 

“you’re the one to talk!” (jungkook always tended to give you attitude on a daily basis //sigh) 

that is when a voice sounded behind the guards, “what is going on here?” 

the guards turned around rested on one knee in a bow. 

“your highness, these,,,wanderers, were demanding entrance to seek training in the art of waterbending,” 

and jimin is like?? isn’t that why we exist? why are you turning them away lol 

so basically he let both of you in with open arms. (precious bby)

jimin took you by the hand and sent away jungkook (poor boy was left by a water fountain in the cold with small kiddies running around and didn’t know how to act) 

you followed jimin to a room where he sat you down and prepared some calming jasmine tea (he learned how to make some from a friend ;)) 

he asked you about your past and why you are seeking help from them. 

you explained to him about your past and how you were taken from the southern water tribe as a young girl. 

he listened to you without interruption and when you were finished he mentioned how another girl from the southern water tribe came to them when yue was still with them to learn of waterbending as well. 

you were shocked, to say the least because you thought that all the water benders had been taken, or killed. 

you wanted to make it a priority of yours to find this girl, this girl who’s name was Katara. 

a lot of his advisers offered to help you learn, but jimin insisted that he would teach you himself. 

you probably stayed at the northern water tribe for 2 months. 

Every morning and night you would meet with jimin, and he would teach you new water bending steps and waterbending principles 

 At night he would teach you how to observe the moon and how it manipulates the tides 

“Water is the element of change, and the moon is the source of power when water bending,” 

He would show you push and pull movements and the way he let the water flow around him was as if he was dancing with it. 

you couldn’t help to notice how beautiful he was in the moonlight, and how focused he was on his movements. 

“When you waterbend, your movements must be fluid and graceful,” he would explain, “waterbenders deal with the flow of energy; they let their defense become their offense, turning their opponents’ own forces against them,” 

he would take your hands and guide them in a similar motion as he just displayed, until you could do it on your own. 

whenever you messed up, he’d help you and tell you exactly how to fix it 

he would come behind you and take your arms and show make them flow up and down and side to side, and his hot breath made the hairs on your neck stick up

(cue jealous jungkook staring at ya’ll hiding behind a snow heap)   

after endless nights of practicing, you became super diverse in waterbending! jimin taught you so much, and even so much as the basics of healing! 

One night, a few nights before your departure, jimin took you to the spirit oasis which held the two koi fish, Tui and La. He told you how they endlessly circle around each other, and how his sister sacrificed her life to them, on the day of the lunar eclipse; the day the firenation attacked them and almost killed the Moon Spirit, Tui. 

he told you that when his sister left him, it felt like everything was off balance, like how it would be if the two spirits of push and pull weren’t together. 

but he feels like since you came, he felt whole again

you felt guilty, because you had to leave him, you couldn’t stay in in the northern water tribe forever, since your family and jungkook both belong to the firenation 

it really hurt you, because you really grew attached to jimin, the way his hands felt against yours, and his sweet smile and the crescents his eyes make when he’s laughing 

you felt at home with him; it was like you belonged there. 

you could even say you loved him. 

Jimin took you to the spirit waters again the day you had to leave him, and took your hands in his. 

he squeezed them tight this time, different from the more gentler times when he was guiding your hands in fluid motions 

“i think i’m in love with you,” he would say softly, “and I don’t know what I’m going to do without you here,” 

your heart would begin to pound furiously, but the only sound that could be heard was the soft swishing of water made by the koi fish

“jimin, i feel the same about you, but what else can I do? I thank you for everything you’ve done for me, and it truly has been a blessing,,, but i have to go,” 

He nodded, he understood you very well, and he knew he couldn’t force you to stay. 

He held out a necklace. It was a choker necklace, that had a charm on it that had the water element symbol on it. He placed it around your neck. “These are usually given out to the woman you will marry, but I wanted to give this to you, as something to remember me by when you’re gone.” 

You eyes gleamed with tears as you threw your arms around his neck and he hugged you in a tight embrace. 

When he pulls away he would kiss you softly on your lips, and whisper that he will never forget you.  

you promised him that you would return. 

and three years later, you did. 

other avatar aus: jungkook

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Season 2 Episode 8

Quantico on Monday's why are you doing this to me ABC HANNAH FUCK YEAH I MISSED HER Ralex makes me so uncomfortable can they stop it Ryan stop being a dick Alex got dressed so fast she wanted to get out of there Harry my baby I love him Are they eating beans and toast?? Aw Harry don't leave Alex to work alone AIC still isn't a good name Bro I forgot they killed someone Dayana such a mom Léon in the bath fuck But I'm not trying to see him and Shelby anymore Oh no Sebastian was at a conversion camp thing smol bby Miranda why are you so gross I need you to stop talking Owen looks so hurt wow I can't believe that ABC keeps hurting Blair Underwood like this. First AOS now Quantico Who is this lady I'm not feeling her Lydia was iconic she's gross YES TELL HANNAH THAT RYAN IS THE WORST Hannah and Shelby power friendship Shelby looks so good in that outfit damn Alex could have gotten the numbers by just sending them the photo taken on her phone. That's what I would have done Dayana such a good plan Replace Ryan with Harry in the AIC group and they would be so much more impressive "What's her name" it's Lydia dude Poor Sebastian you just can't accept yourself Alex just called Harry out iconic Shelby, Alex, and Hannah in the same room such a good squad I love them Ryan is the worst stop trying to get me to like him If the AIC is the target that means Will isn't bad thank god but also no they are totally the terrorists Dayana on a kill squad amazing she can kill me any day Hannah knows she's on a TV show Miranda stop being the worst They have the bride and groom Owen had such a great sense of humor He's onto Shelby wow she's gonna get hurt FUCK HARRY AND SEBASTIAN KISSED AGAIN I LOVE IT Alex looks so good in that lipstick wow Ryan and the bride look like a couple from a small southern town that brew their own beers and ride horses Alex stop drugging people you don't gotta play them that hard to get information Dayana being a prostitute omg Owen really wants to fuck her Harry knows about Ryan nice Dayana had PTSD about her sister being rapped oh my god Miranda shoot her that would be so Quantico-ish Léon baby she's not trying to hurt you but she is playing you so hard Sebastian everything is gonna be ok you are a good person stop hating yourself Alex and Ryan break up!!!! Ryan stop being a shitty person Alex wtf?!?!? Sebastian is such a sweet boy Dayana why are you playing Léon like this you could be such a great team Léon knows for sure Harry is a mastermind I love him Shelby should be in charge of the whole operation Also another mention of Claire Haas BUT WHERE IS CALEB Did Miranda really just say that Alex would be a terrorist too??