#jim halpert x m!reader

[nouearth]

a day at the office.

jim halpert x male reader.

summary: what happens when jim finds out that there's a secret place in the warehouse that's used for sleeping? hint: it's not used for sleeping.

wc: 6.6k. genre: smut. warnings: coworkers, top!jim, bottom!reader, bigdick!jim, spit as lube, fingering, milking, over-stimulation, spitting, kissing, lots of french kissing, breeding, public sex, established relationship, au where pam is with someone else, jim has a bi-awakening, seasons 1-4 jim!

It was a call-back that he’d been expecting. It didn’t take much of an utter of the familiar client’s voice, the principal of Dunmore High School, to assure Jim that he had already secured another renewal of paper supplies for the school; an impressive three-year loyalty from the school, but who was counting?

Jim held the phone and watched you at your desk, two sections diagonal of him. He looked pleased when the client began voicing out compliments because of his efficient service, smiled because you were absolutely terrible at playing computer Chess despite lowering the difficulty settings, and beamed when you caught his gaze, warm like the mug of coffee sitting by the small picture frame of your dog on your desk.

It was impossible to know if you could hear what Jim was saying, but the grin on his face told more than a thousand words and you bid him a thumbs up when he looked up from his notepad after scribbling the client’s purchase.

“All right, and before I let you go, our customer service representative will follow up with a short survey regarding our products and services.” A question followed after. “Yep, similar survey as last time—you got it. All right, it was a pleasure doing business with you. Take care.”

Despite originally feeling aversion for his job, he couldn’t lie about feeling some sense of accomplishment whenever he secured a huge order. Not to mention how much of an ego booster it was since he earned a commission out of the sale. Gradually over time, Jim found himself to be one of the top salesman at the office, convincing himself that his stay at Dunder Mifflin would only be temporary.

Then the gratification completely ceased, weakly fluttering like a limp balloon, when he looked at the time on his taskbar.

It was only 10 AM.

This is going to be a long day. Jim groaned, slouching in his seat because the negotiation felt like forever, sucked out all of the energy left in him during the half-of-an-hour call despite fueling himself with caffeine and random fruits he’d stolen from his roommate. They were nearing that gross, wrinkly stage anyway.

When he turned his attention back towards you, the phone was in your hand, the other typing on the keyboard what Jim presumed would be the client’s answers to the survey questions. There was always a smile on your face, even if the client couldn’t see you. And then tone in your voice. It was inviting and personable, a voice that made people feel safe and heard, as if that mattered at all because how could buying paper feel anywhere near dangerous? 

Or maybe it was simply because Jim was too high on his own infatuation for you, that he was mostly projecting his appreciation.

A couple of hours had passed, 1 PM, and Jim managed to make a few sales here and there. A couple of clients hadn’t finalized their choice of supplier yet, but Dunder Mifflin was certainly being alluded as the option once he offered free deliveries on the count that they ordered a certain number of shipments of paper. That always sealed the deal.

To be honest, other than enduring many of Michael’s annoying antics with Dwight being his right-hand man, most days in the office were exactly as mundane as today was turning out to be. Usually, he would find himself passing time by hanging around your desk, catching you up on the weirdest news he discovered through a deep-dive in the internet.

And you wouldn’t believe what’s about to happen next…

What..? Don’t tell me they found the fing— Yep, they found the finger in the chicken tenders. Cooked. Medium-rare. Crisp to the bone. Blistering. Oh god—that’s horrifying! Jim—

And usually, they were lies that he made up on the way to your desk, mainly because he loved drawing a reaction out of you. And you were also extremely gullible, which made it all the easier to do so.

But as far as today was concerned, you were knees-deep into your responsibilities. Phone calls concerning shipment delays siphoned you into brief turmoil because—of course there were going to be delays, we’re in the middle of February where the earth was working in mysterious ways to conjure up snow days!

As much as Jim wanted to cut the phone line off when a client had suddenly erupted into an audibly loud one-sided yelling match—he was winning, of course—it always impressive how calm and composed you were under those circumstances.

Though, while he acted the same way regarding his approach to customers, he preferred to give people time and space to calm down. Whereas you accessed the situation and carefully structured how you sounded to hopefully pacify their anger. Your voice was gentler, but it never faltered into a frailness that made you a pushover for the client to rag on. Rather, it was stern, especially authoritative when you would assert, “Sir, I understand this situation is very frustrating for you, but I am here to help. And I cannot help you if you do not tell me your order number. And it would also be very much appreciated if you lowered your voice.”

You were fairly new to the company, a little over two years in your position, and every day, as a little more of you unfolded, you’d shown Jim why you were hired on the spot. You were practically the face of what Dunder Mifflin desired, of what any company expected really; friendly, collaborative, hard-working, efficient, all those cliché keywords on a résumé. 

A golden boy, Jim liked to describe you as. He didn’t mean anything negative by it, simply by evidence of your personality at first. But when he mentioned that moniker for you one day, of course you laughed like it was the funniest thing Jim had told you since you’d introduced yourself, because you were a people-pleaser. Easy to get along. Charming. Handsome. Bright. Golden. 

That was you.

Honestly, Jim never expected to cross ‘fall in love’ off his New Year’s resolutions right before the year even started. He also never thought he’d strike out ‘discover your bi-awakening’ in any timeline of the universe—only because he didn’t even know he had a type in men—but the future worked in wondrous, confusing ways. Though, if someone actually asked for him to describe his type, it would be indescribable because Jim doesn’t know exactly what made him fall in love with you, except for the fact that it was you. Your presence. Your personality. Your looks. You.

Jim liked how you would say greet everyone ‘good morning,’ but it was him that you held in high-regard. He liked how you were shorter, like many others in the office were compared to him, but you had a build, or maybe a presence, that made him want to take you in his arms and never let go. He liked how you would end up snorting at his jokes because he never found his jokes incredibly funny. It was mainly a tactic, or rather an invitation for you to know that he wanted to be friends. With every laugh that spilled out of your mouth, fortuitous snorts that would embarrass you when Jim kept the joking going, a mutual bond was shortly formed and it felt even better than scoring a huge sale.

He liked how you were generous, tossing a bag of chips on his desk after a visit to the vending machine, and he’d suspected that you’d been watching him too, because you always got his favorite flavor without Jim ever telling you the minor details of his insignificant life.

He also liked how confusing it was to like you, to suddenly develop a crush on a man like he had just discovered a new aspect of life. There was something exciting and new happening in his mundane world, giving him a newfound motivation to come to work other than to pay his bills. He thought he discovered everything about himself by his early 20s, but you’d shown him that life truly does throw you off-course, or in Jim’s case, on the right side of the path. 

He casted doubts about his sexuality early on, pondering that loneliness had caught up to him and constructed an entirely different narrative as a last ditch effort to set him on an expedition to find love again.

But would loneliness really be influential enough to compel him to suddenly kiss you in the parking lot after having dinner together? He recalled you gasping, pulling away, thankfully not because you were repulsed by him, but because you were in complete shock that Jim was even into men in the first place. 

Jim never realized how much he brought up his ex-girlfriends to overcompensate for this sudden attraction for the opposite gender until you brought it up.

I don’t know yet, about all of this… I’m still figuring things out, but I really like you, (M/N).

Jim, I think you had too much to drink.

All I had was a Sprite—

He pondered that night, then many more until it began weighing on his conscience.

But he oddly found himself kissing you again a month after, properly this time, in his Subaru when he took you home after your car broke down. He felt like a volcano erupting when his lips landed on yours, soft and delicate like the first time he kissed you. His breath rattled into your own hesitation with every exhale, but then you took him in, let him in, and Jim melted. 

And then calmed, stilled, when you led, cupping his jaw to keep Jim from pulling away, and instead closer, leaning over the armrests of each respective seat and center console. The leather pressed uncomfortably into his body, but when you slipped your tongue inside of his mouth, he was spellbound, then purged of any feeling other than the ones you’d enthralled him with.

As you assured him on that night, with a late night conversation that refused to let you out of his car and Jim out of your neighborhood street, that was when he found himself.

Huh.

What?

Nothing… Usually my gay-dar is pretty spot on, so if I knew you rocked that way, I would’ve flirted with you early on.

Okay, one; never mention gay-dar to Michael or Dwight ever, because then they’ll go ‘I told you so’ on me. And two; you had a crush on me? Tell me more.

You’d be surprised how much height can make a gay man go feral, Jim.

Seems like you managed yourself pretty well, don’t you think? That you know of.

You animal…

Another hour passed by as Jim willingly let himself be sucked into a black hole of thoughts recalling those moments with you, those ‘firsts’ that could keep him distracted for another two hours or so. Alongside his first kiss with you, there was the first time he touched you; clumsiness took his hands to roam around your chest, stomach, then erection until you blew from Jim’s increasing interest, and then profound knowledge in your body.

He kissed you elsewhere other than your lips. It started off with your neck, then your shoulders, chest, and so-on, until his lips suddenly began wrapping around your own length without warning, sucking you off with cloddish, yet enticing attempts that made you laugh, because Jim was greedy, awkward with his tongue, but that didn’t stop you from wanting him to yourself.

You pulled him off and made him lean back on the couch instead, settling on your knees and then rewarding his service with your own mouth, to show him how to properly work a cock. Jim was never a man that was enticed by blowjobs, only because a mouth never felt gratifying enough, but with every swirl of your tongue, every spit that dripped off of his thick cock and back into your mouth, he was fully convinced that he was a changed man by the time he filled your mouth. 

He then intruded deep inside of you because to fully have an understanding of your body, he needed to explore every inch, every surface, every crevice. It was on his bed, in his messy room that Jim tried to hurriedly clean before you came in, that could barely accommodate room for two, but it was you who made it work when you straddled on his lap and rode him instead. You’d never felt so full, you said it yourself he was balls-deep inside of you.

And jesus christ, Jim knew he was big considering the women he’d dated were apprehensive about taking him, barely taking his cock before surrendering. It gave him deja vu with the way you held your eyes shut, bracing your position by having one palms on his chest, and the other guiding his cock carefully into you, controlling the stagger of your breath to the best of your ability. 

In the moment where he’d expect you to stop pushing yourself and tell him to settle for a blowjob instead, determination set you aflame like the painful stretch Jim had been providing you with, and with three more pulses to your breath, a brief break to apply more lube on Jim’s erection and your hole, you were entirely breached when Jim aided your hips and pushed you down until you were flushed against his body, flesh sticky and sweaty from your persistence.

You’re amazing… Jim, I’m close. Harder—

It was a memorable night, a messy one where you offered to change his sheets, and Jim swore he could’ve gone all-night if they hadn’t had work the very next day.  Instead, he held you close, panting and continuing to fill you despite your protest to shower, gazing into your eyes while you held his stare with a warmth that might have rivaled his own infactuation for you, and smiled.

I really like you.

I really, really like you too, Halpert.

And now Jim was here, fantasizing in his seat with an aching hard-on, but absolutely guilt-free this time, because it’d been a few months since you two made it official.

It took several pings from Jim’s computer to put his musing to a halt. He leaned forward to view the unread messages, tending to his erection with a few gentle squeezes, then peeked over his monitor with a grin when he realized it was from you.

[M/N]: lunch? [M/N]: hellooooo

[M/N]: if you don’t answer i’m ordering ahead without you [M/N]: wow you’re really out of it [M/N]: stare deep into space if you hate me [M/N]: wow, jim.

“Hey,” A gentle kick to your shoe knocked your attention up to Jim, where he greeted you with a warm smile as soon as your gaze fell on him, a coat draped over his arm. “What are you feeling today?” The weather wasn’t too cold, the coat mainly providing an obstruction to the evident outline in his khakis.

Glistening, you returned his smile tenfold in brightness, sprouting from your seat to stretch your arms over your head, loosening the tuck of your shirt crinkle by crinkle until you felt a pleasing crack to your back and shoulders. “Anything’s fine. Sushi? Wait, no—we had that last week.”

“You have…” Jim rolled a sleeve up to check the time on his watch, and your eyes immediately pivoted towards the veins in his forearm, endearing and taunting. “…the two minutes it takes to get to my car to decide.”

“Wait, but that’s not even enough—“ He turned his body so you were complaining towards his back, broad and firm through his blue dress shirt. You’d never felt so envious of a piece of clothing hugging tight on his body when that could’ve been you.

“Up and at ‘em, a minute and twenty seconds now.” Jim began walking towards the entrance, chuckling as he could hear you scramble through your desk in search for something. “Gotta find my wallet first—“

“Seriously? It’s already been thirty seconds now!” 

Turned out, all that rushing was for nothing as Jim had other plans when he pulled you past the exit to the parking lot, and instead another floor lower, and then another, until you and him reached the warehouse. He acted on impulse, his sudden thirst for you taking the reign of his actions that he didn’t exactly know what to do had the warehouse not been empty. Luckily, it was and Jim would keep that in mind for the future.

“Uh… Jim, why are we down here?” The warehouse was bigger than you last remembered from the brief introductory tour you were given. Though, to be fair, you were running on a half-mug of coffee, and the adrenaline rush of meeting everyone for the first time hadn’t worn off yet.

“You’ll see,” Jim shrugged, nonchalant in his demeanor as his gaze was seemingly in pursuit of something above him along the rows of storage shelves and units. “Don’t want to ruin the surprise for you.” The words rolled off of his tongue suspiciously, and beneath the growing smile on Jim’s face that was supposed to keep you calm and composed like it did on normal circumstances, was something that did the opposite, riling a wave of conflicting feelings within you.

Especially when Jim began to climb a ladder and step into a shelf space in the back of the warehouse that was hidden impressively well from the entrance.

“What—What are you doing?! Get down here!” Your eyes widened in panic, scanning the space from left to right multiple times in case any of the warehouse employees were within vicinity. “Jim!”

“It’s fine, come on up!” He waved you up once he got himself situated, head awkwardly bent and shoulders slant because of the shelf barely accommodated for his height and build.

“No way. We’re going to get fired if we get caught.” You frowned, crossing your arms as you stared up at him, baffled.

“You know, it would help your case if you weren’t standing where everyone could see you.” Jim reasoned and you huffed after. “I promise, we won’t get caught. I’ll keep an eye out. And if it helps, Darryl told me about this area. Toasty in here too.”

Apprehensively, you took ahold of the ladder railings and climbed your way to the shelf space where Jim awaited for your arrival, anticipated with a smug smile as he held out his hand to pull you in once you took his palm.

The shelf was in the darkest corner of the room. A few lights above had been burnt out for quite some time, and the large boxes of paper supplies that surrounded the perimeter casted shadows that ultimately provided an agreeable space despite your original complaints. In this case, as you cataloged the pillows and one throw blanket around you and Jim; a comfy place to rest your eyes.

“You took me here… to nap.” You stated matter-of-factly and stared at him disengaged, but nonetheless foraged a pillow behind your head and snuggled up to his left side when he opened his arm up. 

“The things I do for you. Absolutely no appreciation whatsoever.” Jim joked, then pinched your nose with a chuckle. The gesture always managed to pull a smile out of you, and he already anticipated you mirroring it back at him, to which he keenly blocked with a strong hold of your wrist. Then another when you attempted sneak attack with a neck-chop with your other arm.

“You know…” Your voice wandered to a deepness, a slight hush as if anyone around you could hear. “You could’ve just told me you were horny.” You tugged your hands in resistance.

“What—How did you know?” Jim broke out into a toothy smile despite being caught red-handed.

“I mean, you weren’t exactly hiding your boner that well. A hand isn’t going to cover that.” You nodded your head towards the size of his bulge, the center of Jim’s khakis creasing when his erection greeted you with a throb. The boxes of paper supplies couldn’t shelter Jim had they tried.

“Hey, are you shaming me for having a big penis? Wow, (M/N). I thought you were different.” He loosened his hold on your wrists, but nonetheless kept them within his grasp to guide your right hand to his inner thigh, dropping the other after. He leaned in, his gaze pivoting to your wet lips when you licked your lips. The scent of his cologne, along with the way Jim’s eyes glazed over you like a piece of meat, stirred something inside of you. Your pants felt tighter than a couple seconds ago.

“If blowing you until you finish in my mouth is shaming, then…” Jim’s hand pressed on top of yours to move you upwards to his bulge, but you resisted, a teasing grin beamed towards the smug smile on his face before you enchanted his lips with a soft, languid kiss. “Call me a monster.”

Jim abandoned your hand to take ahold of your jaw, cupping the underside of it softly while his thumb caressed the structure with composed strokes. Your breath tasted like coffee, sweeter than how Jim preferred his own cup, but perfectly delectable when it came from your tongue. 

“You stole my line.” He joked again, then kissed you harder; a stroke of his tongue parted your lips again in desperate need to take you, in a sloppy pursuit of some kind of reward for his terrific work this month. His tongue explored your mouth, panting among both parties, your own wet flesh gliding and slipping against and around his needy endeavors, prompted by the gentle squeezes and strokes on his erection, and it didn’t take very long before you were completely captivated by Jim and the way he took you, your body going limp except for the growing tent in your pants.

You palmed him through his khakis. Your hand barely moved up his thigh before you could feel a long and thick lump residing beneath the crinkle of his left pocket, and a moan slipped from your throat because you could never stop marveling over the size of Jim’s cock. “We only have twenty minutes.” It was a complaint rather than a reminder. The clock ticking in your head peeled you away from the captivating kiss, frowning because there was so much you wanted to do to Jim, for him.

“Better get to work then.” You felt his hands suddenly begin to work at your belt, unbuckling them with deft and efficiency. Impatience left the leather hang loose, flopping stiffly as Jim unzipped your pants, and then pushed them down to your ankles after turning you on your side, your back facing him.

Jim snapped your briefs below the smooth curve of your ass, plumping them with the help of the tight restraining digging into your skin and pushing your mounds of flesh upwards. It was a delicious invitation for him to spank your right ass cheek once to watch how his slap reverberated off your flesh in soft jiggles, then another because your hushed whimpers were the perfect accompaniment to the force of his palm.

“Couldn’t stop thinking about your ass today.” He confessed while the strong kneads to your ass, palms of thick flesh groped and spread, provided proof to his confession.

“Yeah? Is that why you couldn’t keep it in your pants today?” You groaned when something wet and lean slid nimbly inside of your hole without warning. Tight and warm, you squeezed around Jim’s lone finger as it thrusted inside of you. Whimpered when it curled, another finger joining after a couple of flicks of his wrist, with the intent to wreck vengeance on the source of his erection.

“You know it,” His voice ghosted over your ear, closer than you expected, and your head knowingly turned to meet his lips for a yearning, sloppy kiss that Jim mutually had been craving all day for. He pushed himself closer to you, your mouth and his parting open and lingering as tongues mingled for an open-mouthed kiss. It was wet and sickly, enough to get you high on the act alone, cock throbbing when Jim closed his mouth around your tongue and sucked the spit bubbles off your tongue. All of that simultaneously stirring butterflies in your stomach while he worked your hole open, presently stretching you out with three fingers barreled into your cavity. 

Usually three fingers was enough to take Jim’s cock. It was uncomfortable, at times painful when you barely stretched yourself. But you liked that you could feel every inch of Jim’s muscly cock pushing you open. You likened it to rolling out a tight muscle after a tough workout. Painful, but incredibly satisfying once you felt him turning you out. Plus, it never failed to make Jim incredibly gratified, his cock somehow growing harder, thicker while he was shelved inside of you.

It wasn’t the most ideal position; you were facing boxes of copy paper that instantly evoked shame, the Dunder Mifflin logo plastered across the cardboard seemingly mortified by the lack of restraining when it came to your boyfriend. It wasn’t often that you two involved yourself in public sex, but when Jim was either too impatient to wait at his apartment, or you needed something to recharge you in the middle of the day, those circumstances mainly resided in his car. You bought extra blankets to cover up the windows too, though ultimately, they served no purpose because you were here—ass out, jerking yourself off to the hastened sound of Jim’s belt unbuckling, khakis and boxers shoved down to his ankles similar to yours in turn.

“Shoot,” Jim grunted irritably. You turned your head over your shoulder, curiously finding the source of his evident annoyance along with him as Jim began searching through his coat pockets, only after taking a long peek at the glorious throb of his cock.

“What? Having regrets already?” You grinned, and you discerned a vacant smile of his own, Jim’s mind occupied by a multitude of thoughts.

“I forgot the lube. I thought I put it in my pocket, guess not…” A sigh of disappointment came after Jim’s habit of clicking his tongue whenever he felt any kind of feeling. “Well, I guess we could try—“

You suddenly took Jim’s hand and spat in it, Jim watching wide-eyed, stunned, while you pushed a few more out with your tongue since saliva never had the ideal longevity and viscosity of lube. “Hurry before it dries.” You turned back calmly, beckoning for his cock with a push of your ass. 

“I’m in love with you.” Jim breathed out, a toothy smile you could imagine from the giddy tone of his voice. The spit in his hand was then used to lube his thick cock, in a thick sheen you presumed from the sticky sounds that tingled the tips of your ears, then the base of your tightened balls.

“Prove it to me.” You folded the arm you were lain on behind your head, cushioning the weight of it while your other hand reached back to lather his cock in your saliva after spitting a few more times into your palm. You felt veins pulsing strong with every stroke, a weight of thick cock that made your wrist sore, and then as you pivoted towards the pink glans of Jim’s dick, a bulbous head that intimidatingly maintained the girth of his shaft.

“You’re going to regret it.” He said smugly, adjusting himself closer and lower to match your smaller build. His moans were bitten back, swallowed down with hard gulps while you were carried away in providing him a temporary relief that you were too impatient to ignore.

Your hand continued stroking him off, your saliva sticking on his cock and then eventually in between your ass as you guided him towards your entrance, immense warmth emanating from the blood surging through his cock veins. “Have I ever?” 

“No,” Jim replaced your hand, making it return back to fondling your balls, and teased by running his cock over the crack of your ass. You felt his cock bolt with a spring, taunting when the plump head pressed its slick pre-cum to your pucker. He loved how he could see your ass clench in desperate efforts to lure him in, but it was futile as he’d return to sweeping over your hole with languid swipes, drawing out whimpers that signified that your impatience was running thin. 

“And I love you even more for that.”

He suddenly pushed. Your breath got caught in your throat from the abruptness of it all, and your body immediately tensed in turn, frozen in place when a burning sensation from beneath alerted you to stay put and just breathe. Jim groaned, already feeling the swell of your pucker refusing to let the head in, so he pulled himself out and restarted. Harder, he pushed his cock inside of you again, persistent despite your body naturally arcing forward to escape the emerging pain, but his hand on your hip pulled you back, anchoring your withering body, until the thick inch of his cock slid in.

“Careful—F-fuck, Jim.” Your stomach was in knots as it always was when he would first push inside of you. Feelings, conflicting ones of need, want, and regret battling for the throne of your body, of your mind, as Jim kept pushing, sliding in and out, rough and impatient because he needed you to open yourself up for him.

He was so big, too big at times, and you felt so pathetic because you thought you’d get used to him by now; used to the way you felt so full even when only his head had penetrated you; used to how your hole stung as more of Jim sheathed inside of you, slowly with a couple of thrusts aiding its insertion. 

“I know, I know…” He breathed with a rattle, the tightness in your cavity gripping pleasurably around him as he thrusted with only the first few inches in, absolutely riveting that he couldn’t help but let his desires dominant his methodical approach in letting you adjust to his large size and instead, making you to take it all at once with one long and deep push.

“J-Jim!” A scream abruptly left your throat and before you could let another slip out, his hand suddenly came up to cover your mouth, pressing his palm hard to your face and squeezing your cheeks. Your eyes shut, and your body writhed from how Jim’s cock roughly worked you opened. You felt uncomfortably full, beyond stretched to your limits as Jim was balls-deep inside of you now, but most importantly, you felt so wanted.

Bounded by the strong hold around you; his hand squeezing your cheeks in his palm to muffle your moans; his cock penetrating you deep and hard with fast and needy rhythms; his lips soft against your neck before they surprised with a painful suck to your jawbone; you were enraptured by Jim’s dominance over you, leaking from the tip of your cock in heavy drips while he fucked you from behind, the metal of his belt clacking with every precision of his thrusts.

“You’re so tight. Fuck. No one can take my dick like you.” Jim panted, embellishing your neck in hot breaths before climbing to kiss you on the lips again once you were prompted to turn your head. 

It was the small sounds from you that drove Jim nuts. They spilled into his mouth without restraint, an open-mouthed kiss again as he licked into you, suckled on your tongue, and let drool join your own slick mess at your chin. Tiny whimpers and occasional gasps when he hit your prostate fed his thirst for you, knowing that only he could drive you this mad; fumbling over your begs and surrendering because his cock was too good for you to think properly and find your words again.

“Harder. Harder.” You gulped, your demands muffled as Jim had his thumb in your mouth now. After, you went back to sucking his thick thumb off, tongue laving him in circular motions, as best as one could as Jim sped his pace and fucked you into oblivion. “Harder.” You gritted your teeth, hustling through the burn as the saliva had dried off his dick by now. You were beating your cock, pumping it with an ample amount of strength that rivaled Jim’s hips against you, motivated by the ticking countdown of your lunch break coming to an end soon.

It still stung. You barely had time to adjust to him before you were completely taking Jim’s cock as if you were a cheap flashlight he bought online, a piece of silicon that he’d break. Your hair bounced, sweat-dripping down your forehead while you felt his own sweat dripping of his forehead and staining your dress shirt. The back of your shirt felt damp, heat building up at your back-side as Jim had enclosed around you with an embrace that thawed any ounce of pain and replaced it with intoxicating pleasure. An onslaught of thrusts kept you writhing by your toes, then curling into the blanket that had bundled beneath your feet.

Harder. Your demands were immediately met after Jim pulled himself out completely, as if he was recharging his strength, lubed his erection with a spit to the palm, then shoved himself back into you with one strong thrust, sending your body into an arc that he’d immediately restrained back with a push to your abdomen, forcing you to take his cock in full stride. Your ass rippled like the rattle in your moans, flesh clapping loud whenever Jim met his groin to your skin, and you couldn’t get enough of it, the sounds glorious in your ear. Your hole clenched in vain as Jim always managed to power through and forced you open again, hollowing you out until your pucker shaped itself to the exact size of his thick cock.

He would marvel at the gape when he pulled himself out again, for his own sake as he was nearing his climax, and spread your cheeks open. “Just for me?”

“Just for you.” You used the small break to catch up on your breath, wetting your parched throat with multiple gulps as you turned over your shoulder to catch him staring, finding it futile as your throat felt brittle again.

He clicked his tongue multiple times, that habit again whenever he felt something, when the rim of your hole tensed up at the multiple spanks he’d given you, seemingly swallowing at nothing but air, until he breached himself back in, angling his hips perfectly to press at your prostate.

It was nearing—your climax. You rarely touched your cock, abandoning it because your arms tend to be locked behind Jim’s warm embrace around you, but it sprouted strong in between your legs, aided by the repeated violation against your prostate. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head multiple times, Jim’s large cock knocking the breath out of you with every snap of his hips, pounding into the swelling of your insides.

“Oh god, Jim—“

That spot again, he never missed once in hitting your prostate, a storm of delight torpedoing the pit of your stomach as Jim impaled into you like lightning. Jim muttered something under his breath, striking on your skin as he bit into your neck, then pressed hard against your hip bone.

“I’m gonna—“ Jim gripped at your hips harder, a slur of words near your ear making goosebumps raise all over your body, beneath the layer of sweat that had dampened your clothes. 

“Too, me too—“ You huffed, closing your eyes, but deftly finding Jim’s lips when you turned your head to kiss him one more time. An immediate tangle of tongues was enforced, your mouths mutually opening on impulse while he held your head comfortably to keep you from straining your neck. You moaned, reeled your tongue back from the slippery closure of his mouth, and cried out as your pucker clamped down on his large cock moving inside of you. Your hole throbbed around his girth with exquisite spurts that came from within, pulsated with the veins that had adorned Jim’s cock delectably, grasped him like a tight sleeve that refused to let him go. 

When you opened your eyes, you were blinded by the lights that had donned over you instead of casted shadows, a heavenly choir celebrating with holy bells when your balls tightened once before loosening when your cock erupted thick cumshots onto the boxes in front of you, painting the cardboard in thick layers of yourself, of your desires, with the help of Jim’s cock, pounding strong ropes of cum out of you until they’ve hit every box like target practice. 

“Fuck.” Jim let out a deep groan, pushing painfully into you, his hand reaching over to milk your cock until you were only spewing out the tiniest bits of cum left in your emptying sack. Your whimpering and the convulsion of your body, as he continued to milk your cock, triggered Jim to finally break within a couple more thrusts and a deep grunt, his cock exploding hot and thick in the confines of your ass, flooding your tender hole with his thick cum loads.

“Jim.” You whined, drawing out his name. His cum was dripping out of you, a few thick droplets rolling to the side of your ass as Jim’s thrusts were beginning to shallow, but never once pausing. “Fuck—“

“You feel so good like this.” Jim was creaming your insides, using your ass to ride out his orgasm and milk his hard cock inside of you, even when he was beginning to feel sore at the base of his balls. You whimpered quietly, knowing it was such a waste of cum dripping out of you like that, but also because you felt your cock hardening again despite just now recovering from Jim’s devious hold on you.

“We’re going to be late if you keep this up.” You should’ve known better. Any time you offered him a reason not to do something, Jim was motivated to do the opposite. 

His thrusts remained the same, shallow yet deep against you, and right when you thought you felt soaked in your ass, Jim pressed another low grunt to your lips, snapping once into you and rattling another moan out of you, before the convulsions bound his body to your backside once again, and let him spill another load inside of your creamy hole.

Jim shuddered, feeling drained and especially aching as his cock went limp and slipped out of you, the only connection between you and him being the sticky cum that had webbed his cock and your ass together as you involuntarily pushed his cum out of your tender hole in a daze.

“Think you can work the rest of the day like this?” The pleasure subsided into exhaustion, a wave of drowsiness hitting you and Jim like a truck despite the uncomfortable pool of cum sitting beneath you two. Jim kissed your shoulder, then pulled your briefs back up, your pants following after.

“No way.” You laughed, lightly punching at his shoulder after buckling your belt because now all you wanted to do was use what the shelf was actually purposed for: sleeping. “You owe me a hot bath later.”

“Tch, the things I do for you. You're ungateful.”

"You love me for it."

"I do."

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[floraltypes]

ᡣ𐭩 •｡ꪆৎ ˚⋅ psychic lies (🔮)

Pairing - jim halpert x fem!reader

Synopsis - a new woman has opened a psychic shop in the building, and Michael is determined to have her come into the office to showcase her talents. however, when jim mentions her looks, a twinge of jealousy starts to stir in Y/N. now, with the new woman in the picture, Y/N can't help but worry that jim might fall for her.

"Good morning, loyal citizens of Dundermill!" Michael cheered out, loudly entering the office with a slam of the front door and displaying himself right by Pam's desk. His hands were extended outwards to showcase his image, dressed in a tighter-fitting blue suit (maybe a woman's once again) adorned by his classic hair do of it slicked back but one side heavier than the other. He awaited in silence as you and your fellow coworkers were still getting comfortable in their respected areas.

Dwight popped dutifully out of the backroom, a hot cup of coffee in hand that slightly spilled onto the skin of his hand, resulting in a quick curse. Nonetheless, he still rushed towards Michael.

"Good morning, Michael!" He responded, giving him a large grin while trying to avoid the slight spill trail following him to the boss.

"Yes, hello, Dwight," He quietly regarded the man, his cheery demeanor dissipating in the slightest before he addressed the room once again. "Anyone notice anything new?"

"You got new insoles for your shoes so that you'd be taller?" Phyllis looked over at him, swiveling in her chair while squinting her eyes at the black pair.

"What? No!" Michael shook his head quickly, rolling his eyes slightly. "Look again; it might be tinner than you are expecting."

"Oo!" Kelly jumped from behind Stanley, raising her hand high up in the air.

"Ah yes, Kelly! The fashionista yourself would notice," He winked over at her while putting a little spin on his voice with the word 'fashionista'.

"You finally popped that large zit on your left cheek," she nodded with determination as whispers seemed to erupt around the office at that notice.

"What? You guys are so bad at this! And my zit is not big, not like the one on your nose" He laughed, looking around the room for acknowledgement of his words. "Roasted!"

"Oh Michael," Pam groaned from beside him, shaking her head in embarrassment.

"What? It was funny, she said-"

"Not cool," Oscar piped up, a look of disappointment on his features.

"Whatever," Michael lightly stomped, pinning the attention back onto him. "Okay, last hint, it's lower."

"Michael?" You spoke up, sitting at your desk with your steaming cup of coffee and loading the computer screen across from you.

"Ah yes, y/n! You got it; go ahead."

"Don't tell me you're referring to," your eyes widen, trying to show an indication to a lower area past his waistline far from being appropriate.

"I don't think you should be talking about enlargement medication in the workplace," Jim was quick to chip in, not before sending you a little glare and then delivering the sentence with complete seriousness and tone that seemed to represent concern.

Groans erupted around the room of disgust, shaking their heads or covering their eyes, besides an overly curious Meredith, who took a few steps forward.

"Michael, that is beyond being appropriate for work and truly very sinful." Angela emphasized.

"You all ruined this completely appropriate work guessing game! Now I'll just have to tell you which ruins all the fun." He grumbled, reaching up to hold out a small pin on his shirt. "I got a new pin to support the new business in the building. It's of the sign Aries because that is what I am!"

"That's great, Michael." You put up a fake, small smile, nodding to the man before spinning back to start typing at your screen.

"See! Thank you for someone understanding the excitement. Alright, now all back to work, except I will need to see my best man in my office." Michael shot finger guns in front of him, landing between the two men.

"Coming!" Dwight voiced, rushing to stand closer to Michael's new position near his office door.

"I was referring to Jim," his voice trailed off. "But you can come too."

"Would you want me to come too, Michael?" Kevin questioned, standing tall at his desk.

"Oh no, no, we are good," He waved his hands back and forth in means of denial.

"If I'm not out in five, I'll need backup," Jim muttered to you, a small giggle leaving at his comment. "I'm serious, L/N."

"No, of course, of course, I'll be there!" You jokingly saluted him.

"You're one of the good ones, he sent one of his classic looks to the cameras, moving to walk into Michael's office. 

"What did I mean by that?" Jim sits in the uncomfortable chair, opened blinds behind him as he speaks to the camera for the confessional. "Well, it's just a joke, a saying."

There are mumbles that errupt behind the camera and a slight zoom in to where you are seated at your desk, working diligently, hair falling a bit messily around your face.

"Y/n is just different from everyone else. I mean, that is pretty obvious; you guys have even seen these guys," He let out a small chuckle, scratching at the back of his neck. "She's kinder but not so kind that she can't make a quick quip back when needed. I mean, she's super dedicated and looks cute even—that doesn't matter. She's just different."

"So, I've gathered you both here today to discuss a very serious matter." Michael sat at his desk, hands clasped together, as he stared down at the two men in front of him. "The economy is turning into all these big companies, and it's not okay! We need to help the small business; it is our duty as a company for the people!"

"You do realize we are now a fairly large company ourselves?" Jim reminded his boss.

"See, that proves why we have to help the little man out. Lucille, the wonderful woman who created this specialty pin just for me -"

"It looks like a generic zodiac sign pin." Dwight put his hands on the desk, pushing his chest forward so that his face could get a more upclose look at the pin on Michael's suit.

"No, Dwight, it's a specialty. Men, Lucille needs our help, and luckily enough, for us, she can help us too. It's too tense in this office with all the ups and downs the bigwigs are putting us through. We need a little fun. She does special fortune-telling sessions and I think we bring her in."

"Michael, if I may?" Dwight raised his hand.

"Yes?"

"If this is done on company time, it is vastly irresponsible and also fortune tellers are fake."

"Do you believe in ghosts?" Jim asked, highly interested in the conversation now.

"Obviously, my Aunt Sherlie's basement was haunted with her Uncle Lenord, my great uncle. He was a dangerous man so sparks always flew from the wiring down there."

"No more aunts and uncles," Michael waved his hand, snapping Dwight out of his thoughts before he kept rambling on. "Jim, what do you think?"

"I don't think it's great."

"Don't you want to know about your future? Who will you soon date? Who you'll be getting it on with?"

A knock at his door stopped the sounds of distaste leaving from those across from him. Michael got up and opened the door to where you stood with a kind smile, quickly eyeing Jim before looking back at your boss.

"There seems to be someone needing to speak to you at the front door of the building. He called on the phone and I answered it since Pam is in the bathroom."

"Oh, okay," Michael turned back to the men. "Alright, think long and hard!" He moved out of his office to go and find the mystery caller.

"Did they say a name? It could be dangerous if not," Dwight commented, concern etched on his features.

"Maybe you should go with him for protection," you innocently replied, moving over to take the seat Dwight once occupied with his frame rushing after Michael. "So, loyal soldier here to save."

"Quick on your feet, L/N, impressive," Jim complimented. "Things are getting dangerous. Michael wants to invite the new lady with the fortune business to do a fortune telling for the whole office."

"The one he got the pin from?"

"Exactly."

"That could be interesting; do you believe in that stuff Halpert?"

"Oh, I read my daily horoscope always in the papers." You both laughed at his sarcasm. "No, he just wants her because she's hot."

"Oh?" You questioned, your voice faltering in the slightest, which caused you to try and cough it off. "She's hot?"

"Well, you know?"

"What?"

"Micheal thinks everyone but Meredith and Phyliss are hot. Anyone under thirty-five."

"Do you?"

"Do I what?" It felt to Jim as if he were sweating at this moment, hands being wiped repeatedly against his pants leg as he prayed to get out of this sinking hole.

"Find her hot?" You leaned in very close to his figure, your face much closer to his and there was a slight expansion of the top part of your shirt, allowing more skin of the upper area to be exposed. Though you or him didn't say anything more as the door was swung back open and you quickly sat back with a fired-up Michael and Dwight rolling in.

"There was no one there!" Dwight was quick to tell you.

"That's so weird!" You stood up, walking over to the front door. "I swear there was this really convincing voice over the phone," you trailed off, pretending to be lost in thought. "Wait, you don't think...?"

"Think what?" Michael wondered in response.

"Well, that new girl has her business now; what if the spirits followed her and it was a ghost?"

"That seems highly plausible," Dwight nodded at your assumption. "They are known to follow those that associate with them. Michael, it could be dangerous messing with her."

It felt as though there was an awkward air between you and Jim the rest of the day. He would try to make little jokes but they just weren't landing the right way or had the same amount of comedic timing as all of his other pieces. It was so oblviant that even Pam had caught on to the off nature that Jim was exuding. Luckily for Pam, she could read her best friend like a book, cutting it up to an awkward interaction that he must've had with you.

"It isn't that bad," she shrugged, collecting a few leaves of the lettuce in her bowl and catching some extra dressing and tomato onto her fork.

"Really?" Jim looked at her as if she were lying, chomping on his tuna salad sandwich after. "She was not herself and I felt..."

"You felt what?"

"Weird."

"Would you feel weird if it was, let's say, Angela? Like if she seemed out of character?" Pam pointed her fork at him, now filled with a new bite of salad.

"Well, no, not really. What are you trying to say?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Pam laughed at the camera, sending it an incredulous look. "Obviously, I'm trying to get Jim to recognize his agonizing crush on the girl. I'm his best friend; of course it's plain in sight for me."

"Well, Pam," the camera panned over to where Andy sat, one eyebrow raised, and his legs crossed. "Tuna and I go way back. We are practically brothers in a way. So, I, of course, as his brother from another mother, can tell he digs her. One time Angela made a comment about her outfit and Jim was like some scary monster!"

"It wasn't that bad." Pam looked at Andy, shaking her head with a weirded-out expression. She then angled over back to the camera, "He was pretty angry though; put her on the spot real quickly!"

"I am thrilled you all could make it today!" Michael cheered, standing in front of the conference room with his hand wide and the classic white board written on with 'Let's go psycho for the psychic!"

"You said this was mandatory," Stanley commented, flipping to another page of his crossword.

"Well, you still could have decided not to come," Michael tried to explain.

"You said you wouldn't pay us if we didn't," Ryan reminded him.

"Actually, due to the business policies, Michael isn't allowed to withhold pay for those not attending this," Toby quickly explained to the group.

"If I could withhold pay, yours would be first," Michael grumbled, shaking his head before putting back on his cheery expression. "Okay, fine, if you don't want to be here, then leave." He sighed.

Immediately at his words, Stanley, Creed, Meredith, Ryan, Kevin, Oscar, and Angela left the room. Kevin was visibly disapointed in the lack of refreshments for the occasion, Angela with the unholyness of such an event, and the others all their own reasoning. You stood up to exit, but the man besides you—Jim—reached up to hold you by the wrist, sending a pleading glare to stay. Which you answered by taking back your seat.

"Well, fine, we don't need those haters!" Michael yelled the last word louder, hoping those outside of the conference room would hear. "Now, who came up with this?" He pointed to the whiteboard.

"I did," Phyllis shyly raised her hand, a small smile on her lips. "I was talking about it with Bob, my husband, and he thought it was pretty creative."

"Well, that doesn't mean anything," Michael rolled his eyes, crossing out the 'psycho' and rewriting on top of it 'happy'.

"Let's go happy for psychics?" Pam read the board.

"We want Lucille to know we are happy, not insult her." Michael explained, smiling proudly at his work.

"Isn't it true that all psychics are psycho?" Dwight had spoken up, though unfortunately his words were poorly timed, as at the same moment the woman in question opened the door into the conference room carrying a filled purple sack.

"Oh, really now?" she questioned, heaving over while trying to lift the gigantic bag, basically dragging it now into the room. Michael quickly stepped over, trying to take the bag from her and sling it over his own shoulder but instead was not met with such luck, leaving him to have to drag it as well.

"I have spoken to fellow friends apart from my laser tag group; they have been in a few runs with witches like you."

"Well, I do not classify myself as a witch."

"Yeah, she looks nothing like one! She's really hot," Andy mentioned from the row behind you. The girl in question brushed some hair away, smiling graciously at his comment.

"Thank you," she accepted the compliment and began to pull out different materials onto the table, a crystal ball, a deck of cards, and multitudes of other random items.

"Do we really know how credible she is?" You leaned over, cupping your hand to whisper in Jim's ear. "Why is there a random shoelace?"

Your breath felt hot on his skin, sending shivers up his spine along with a rising pink that brushed over his cheeks. He tried to cover up his subtle laugh, earning a rude stare from the bossman himself.

"Let's get started," she cheered, Michael jumping up to be the first person to get his fortune read and engage in all the different activities that she was offering.

"So? Is she the hot girl you were wanting?" You let one hand rest on the armbench of the chair, placing your other arm on top and leaning over to give him a little stare, narrowing in on his expression as if you could decipher if he sees such attractiveness in the blonde in front.

"Woah, I never said I was wanting one," he quickly declined, waving his hands all around in order to express his deep feelings about not wanting the connection to this being his goal. "This was all Michael, all him wanting a hot girl."

"Wouldn't you want one?"

"Maybe," he shrugged, trying to catch the slight twinkle in your eye—the way you stared so deeply and paid close attention to his words. Soon enough, the both of you were shushed, as apparently Michael 'was getting deeply distracted' enough, 'deeply affecting Lucille's concentration'.

His session definitely played out the longest, continually picking out different things or questioning a simple sentence she said just to keep her attention on him for as long as available. Though her gaze kept slipping through to where you and Jim tried to keep your giggles on the down low. You both wrote on spare pieces of paper from your notebook, playing tik-tak-toe, scheming different pranks to pull on Dwight, and commenting on Dwights incessant comments about the legitimacy of her practices, and noticing Phyllis's large interest and passion to get more involved. You and the man were always able to find little ways to connect in those boring, unkown moments that working at such a paper mill brought along.

"I would say I'm sensing some spiritual pull between Jim and Y/n over here," Pam finally spoke aloud, her expression filled with deep boredom as she tried to write down all that Lucille was saying to Michael due to his orders. "What would you say, Miss Lucille?"

"You know," the girl turned to watch once more as the two of you bonded, soon enough looking back at Michael, who was still wanting more. "Hon, there are more people wanting to go," she patted the top of Michael's hand. "We should let them enjoy; I will have to go soon too."

"Well, okay, but if we have extra time we can loop back to me," Michael nodded, staring down at where her hand once touched his own.

"Alright, time to switch!" She announced with much excitement, eyes scanning the crowd as if to choose.

"I would love to go." Phyllis raised her hand, setting down the knitting gear that once preoccupied her time to the empty chair beside her.

"No, not you," Lucille dragged her hand across the multiple empty chairs as if she were looking back, deciding on who in the crowd to choose. "You," she pointed at Jim, who was pointing at something on the paper. He looked up to Lucille in utter shock, which furthered even more as she got up from her own place to pull him from the chair and into the one by her own.

"Oh, I am okay," he shook his head, reluctantly following her to the chair, giving a couple look backs at where you sat with a concerned expression. "I know Dwight, this guy over here," he pointed over to where the man sat with a scowl. "He would love to get some information on your business."

"No, I want you. I am sensing a multitude of energy from you—very hot, red energy," she dragged on, taking a look at him by dragging her eyes up and down his body. "The spirits are calling to me."

"Well, that is a little frightening," he uncomfortably laughed. She took his hands in hers, taking them and then soon comparing her size of hand to his.

"Wow, such strong, big hands. Clearly you are one destined for greatness."

"Uh," it was clear to almost anyone—except the psychic trying her very hardest to flirt and Michael, who was widely jealous—that Jim was not in the best place and very much searching for an avenue to get away.

"Oh Jim, we have to go make that call to the sales rep of Rocky's reps, that fitness center." You stood up, walking over to try and offer an opportunity so he could have an out.

"Just take it yourself," Lucille was quick to speak up, now looking you over. "Do your job?" she turned to Michael, putting on her best pouty face. "Michael, right?" The man in question nodded with much enthusiasm and pride. "It is important that I do Jim," she turned back to the man in question, "Is it?" to which he just stared at her as she switched back to Michael, "So then I can do you," she said flirtaously.

"Y/n, go take the call," Michael demanded, shooing you away, leaving Lucille with a victorious smile. You followed your boss's commands, leaving the conference room to see the rest of the office empty, and went to begin packing your things for the weekend to come.

"I should really be on thi-" Jim had tried to speak before Lucille pulled his hands to now touch the crystal ball, her hands encasing his on the cheap plastic.

"I am sensing something about your romantic life."

"Alright, tuna," Andy cheered.

"It seems that today you will be offered to make a move on one special beauty. The confidence will overtake you once you touch hands with the one who you are to be more with," her eyes winked over at him, rubbing his skin. "You are a lucky man."

"Well, that is enough." He pulled his hands away from the woman, stuffing them into his pockets as he got out of the chair. "I do not want to take away all the time because Michael hasn't even gotten to see your trick with that.." he leaned over to look at the assortment of odd products on the table. "Bean can?"

"Yes! You are right, Jimbo." Michael stood up quickly, taking Jim's seat and giving her the tuna can. "Now this looks fancy."

With this opportunity, Jim made a quick exit, heading to the office in hopes of finding you sitting. Unfortunately, you were gone from the area, so in response, he speedily packed up his things and rushed to make it to the front of the building. Once making it out to the cold, he noticed you standing by the door, one earbud in, arms wrapped around your body as you tried to keep as much heat in as possible.

"She definitely is not a real psychic," Jim laughed, coming up besides you as he still tried to button up the remaining buttons of his jacket. "I mean, there was a bean can." He waited for your response—a little laugh or quick quip back—but instead he was met with silence. "What's going on?" He put his hand on your shoulder to where you finally turned around to face him, little tears falling down your cheeks. "Y/n!"

"I am fine," you shook your head, trying to wipe the tears away with your mittens. "I am sorry for being odd lately."

"What is going on?"

"I do not know how to explain without making it weird," you fidgitied with your mittens, trying to pull it on and off until you slipped your grip and the acessory hit the ground. Both you and Jim bent over to grab it, hands touching one another before he grabbed it for you.

"Let me help," he said, taking your hand in his cold one, opening up the mitten so that you could push your fingers in. "You always have such trouble once you have the other one on," he lightly chuckled, one you now returned.

"Thanks," was all you replied with, looking down at the ground that began to pile up with snow. "You can go ahead; I am just waiting for a cab."

"I did not think she was hot," Jim admitted, now catching your attention so that you noticed his concerned look resonating on you. "She is not my type. To be honest, I like someone who is funny, where we share a connection and jokes."

"Oh."

"Someone I work with, desk right next to me. Someone who is widely specific in the routine for how she dresses for the outdoors, who is meticulous about her sandwhich choices, has a waterbottle filled with random stickers, and actually listens to Phyllis drain on and on about her relationship with Bob. Somehow."

"It is not easy," you grinned.

"I like you, L/N. Not Lucille, the fake psychic, or a random bartender at Poor Richards. I don't want them; I want you."

And to his confession, you were quick to place your covered hands on both of his cheeks, leaning his face down in order to place your lips upon his, a small snowflake methodically landing upon both of your noses at the special moment. It was nothing long, but definitely said all that there needed to be, and with that, you two separated, cheesy grins taking over.

"I will admit, she is fake but she did say I would touch hands with someone beautiful and gain courage to express attraction. Maybe she knows what she is saying."

"Oh, quit it."

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[ameenvie]

Treacherous, Pt. 2 - Jim Halpert x fem!reader

masterlist | ao3 | fic recs

“Out of focus, eye to eye, ‘Til the gravity’s too much”

Part 1 Word count: 6.1k Warnings: NSFW, fingering, dry humping, p in v sex, brief oral (m!receiving) Tags: idiots in love, pining, I'm a sucker for confessions during sex, consent is sexy, responsible Jim ❤ beta reading? I don't know 'er! Prompt/Summary: You started working at Dunder Mifflin around 6 months ago, and since then you developed a massive crush on one of your colleagues - Jim Halpert. Things happen. A/N: Here it iiis, the NSFW Second part of this fic! I hope you'll like it ❤

The sleeves of his shirt were rolled up and his hair was a bit messier than usual as he was leaning on his elbow, his hand in his hair. He was looking at a piece of paper on his desk, not realizing you entered the room. You slowly made your way towards the printer next to him, and he finally looked up at you.

“Hey, I didn’t realize you were still here.” He leaned back in his chair and put one of his hands on the table. You tried not to stare at his every move, but it was hard to resist, you were drawn to him like a moth to a flame.

“Oh yeah, I’m still working on the report due by tomorrow morning. Having a hard time focusing today” you replied and pressed the print button on the machine. It started buzzing and the smell of ink and warm paper filled the air. A moment of silence wrapped around the two of you before he spoke again.

“Look, I wanted to apologize about earlier, I shouldn’t have put you on the spot like that.”

“Oh no, I’m fine,” you said with a fake chuckle. “It wasn’t too bad.”

“I’m still sorry. It was a douchey move” he smiled and pointed at the papers now in your hand. “Can I make it up to you? Do you need help with your report?”

You contemplated his offer for a second, but you weren’t sure what to say. You didn’t want to seem like someone who couldn’t handle things on their own, but you really could’ve used the help to get out of there as soon as possible.

“If it’s not a problem to you, that would be great, yeah.”

“If it was, I wouldn’t have offered. Now tell me what to do!” He said with a grin spreading on his face and you caught your gaze lingering at his lips longer than it should've. You hoped he didn’t notice. You quickly averted your gaze before you grabbed the rest of the sheets from the printer and settled at his desk together with him.

You explained to him how you planned your spreadsheet and what data he’d need to input, and where to find them, and you agreed on a method of how to split the task. He was very attentive the whole time, and sometimes you thought you saw his gaze linger on you but chased that thought away.

“Thank you, I really appreciate it. I’ll be in the back if you need anything.”

“Sure thing, I’ll come by,” he answered and smiled at you. His damn smile made your heart melt every time. He made you feel such a teenager, and you were kind of mad at him because of that.

You sat down at your desk and continued your work. Another hour passed before you heard the door open, and you turned towards him. He held a few papers in his hand, waving them with pride.

“I’m done with these; I thought I’d bring them here and we could run through them if you’d like.” He stepped next to you and pulled a chair closer for himself. The same chair that Kelly sat on this morning, when she said Jim liked you. The memory made you flustered as you looked up at him.

“You sure? I don’t want to keep you longer than I need, I already feel bad because you stayed overtime for me.”

“Shhh,” he shushed you. “You’re not keeping me from anything. I like your company.” He laughed then put the papers on the desk. You both leaned over them and started to look through the rows one by one.

You were leaning on your elbow with your body turned towards him as he talked, and you listened. You watched as he moved his hand on the paper, explaining things why he did what and asking you questions. You imagined his hands roaming on your body instead of the numbers on the paper. His lips singing you praises between ragged breaths instead of explaining sales metrics. You couldn’t help but let your eyes wander, up his arms, to where his neck peeked out from under his shirt, his lips. You scolded yourself every time you caught yourself.

“Are you all right?” His voice brought you back to reality. His gaze on you only fanned the flames inside, which already felt like wildfire. You felt your insides twist with need.

“Yes, I’m just a bit tired. That’s all,” you replied and straightened your back. Now you were sitting so close that your shoulders were touching — bad idea.

“I think we can wrap this up, finish the rest in the morning. I hope this won’t scare you away from this job.” He shuffled around on his chair, so his shoulder didn’t touch yours anymore as he leaned on one of his elbows, turning his body towards you. You were both grateful and sad for the absence of the warmth of his touch.

“No, of course not. I kind of like it here. Some people are nice.”

“Yes,” he smiled, “some people are really nice.” He started to fiddle with a pen on your desk.

There was a moment of heavy silence between the two of you, which was enough for you to get overwhelmed with how close he was. His touch and sweet scent made you drunk. You never wanted this moment to end but at the same time, you couldn’t wait to get out of there. You heard him call your name which snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His gaze was darting between your eyes and lips, and you could swear he was a little flustered.

You felt like your brain was malfunctioning, a short circuit in your nerves. Was this really happening? You felt your heart drop into your stomach, and all you could muster up as an answer was a shaky nod as you reached for him.

He didn’t hesitate, he put his hands on both sides of your face as he pulled you closer into a kiss. You felt your heart explode into thousands of little butterflies that stole your breath away. His lips were soft against your own as he took his time exploring you, kissing the corner of your mouth before nibbling on your lower lip. You whimpered and opened your mouth, which gave him the perfect opportunity to press his tongue against yours, starting to dance in perfect harmony.  

He filled all your senses – the taste of his favourite tea on your tongue, the scent of his aftershave, the feeling of his touches on your skin. You felt lightheaded, like you were not on this planet anymore as he moved one of his hands from your cheek to the small of your back and pulled you into his lap. His other hand has moved from your cheek to your neck and into your hair as he pulled you closer into the kiss.

You straddled him in the wobbly office chair and ran your hand through his hair which made him smile into the kiss. The little gesture made your heart swell, and you bit his lower lip playfully.

His touches moved slowly towards your hips, leaving goosebumps in their wake. His long fingers pushed under the hem of your shirt and started to draw hot circles against your skin. You wanted him so much that you absent-mindedly moaned into the kiss, which caused him to stop for a second. Your eyes shot open. Shit, was that too much?

“Is this okay?” he whispered against your lips, leaning his forehead against yours. His breathing was heavy as he scanned your face for answers with such a loving look in his eyes, it turned your insides into Jello. You nodded as you moved your hand to rest against his neck and drew circles on his skin with your thumb. He let out a breathy chuckle before he spoke again. “I need you to say it.”

Your mind raced a mile a second. Should you really do this? You wanted to - more than anything, but shouldn’t you at least try to keep your dignity? Try to act like you didn’t dream about him for months? That he didn’t make your heart race every time he looked at you?

And then you decided not to care.

“Yes, it’s okay, I-,“ you started, trying to form the words. “I want this.” He pulled you closer by your waist before you continued with newfound confidence. “I want you, Jim” you whispered into his ear.

“Fuck-“ he breathed, and pulled you into another kiss. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” You nodded in response, but he shook his head lightly and smiled. “I need you to say it.”

“I’ll tell you if I want you to stop. I promise,” you breathed on his lips.

“Good girl.” You moaned into his mouth, and you felt his bulge grow against you. You tried to rock your hips against him for the slightest of friction. He dropped his head back from the sensation, giving you the perfect opportunity to place a wet kiss on his throat, licking against his hammering pulse and slightly biting him.

He dug his fingers into your ass as he kissed you once again. Your skirt was ridden up all the way to your thighs, and he made sure to lift them even higher until your underwear was revealed, together with a very prominent wet patch on it. You started to unbutton his shirt with quivering fingers while he drew lazy patterns into your thighs, only inches away from your aching core.

You leaned down to kiss the crook of his neck as you pushed his shirt down from his shoulders, the fabric slipping from his back and getting caught on the chair before falling to the ground. Your insides twisted with anticipation as you looked at his body, trying to commit every inch into your memory. He sat up straighter and wrapped his arms around you, tangling one hand into your hair as he used the other to push your blouse above your head and toss it to the floor, leaving you in your bra.

The sudden cold air sent shivers down your spine and your hardened nipples pushed against the thin fabric of your underwear. He bit his lip as he looked down on you, his gaze dark with lust. Suddenly you felt flustered but had no time to overthink before he spoke.

“You are so beautiful” he whispered as he leaned down to press a kiss on your breast, just above the hemline of the bra before he unclasped it and guided it down your arms. He brushed his thumb over your nipple while he rested his forehead against yours, his breathing ragged.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asked and enveloped your breast in his hand.

“Never” you whimpered which earned you a crooked grin and another kiss. He removed his hand from your chest and replaced it with his lips, kissing and sucking on your sensitive skin.

With every passing second the outside world shrank around you, your senses all focused on his touch - or the lack of - more like. The feeling of emptiness, of wanting to be whole started to eat away at you as the words tumbled out of your mouth.

“Jim, please…” you squeezed your eyes shut and slightly tugged on his hair, releasing a shaky breath. He moved his free hand from your hair to your chin, making you look into his eyes. His pupils were blown wide and stray strands of hair stuck to his forehead.

“You want this?” he teased, hovering his finger above your throbbing core, barely not touching. You nodded lightly with his hand still holding your chin in place before the words started pouring out of you.

“Yes, Jim – you breathed - I want you. Please, touch me. Fuck me,” you begged, and you saw a glint of amusement in his eyes before he pulled you into a kiss and pressed his thumb against your clothed clit before he pulled your panties aside with his other fingers. Your hips began to move on their own, grinding against his finger, craving more and more.

He brought a finger to your entrance and slowly slid it inside without any resistance. He bit his lip as he examined the spot where his finger disappeared in you.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered and bit the soft skin under your clavicle. He dictated a steady rhythm with his long fingers, and you were more than happy to follow. You gripped his shoulder for deal life as he slid another finger in you, curling them slightly so he reached your sweet spot. You cried out and looked at him through half-lidded eyes.

He was beautiful. His hair was damp from sweat and messy from your hand running through it, his lean muscles were showing as he held you in place and fucked you with his fingers, and the increasingly hardening bulge in his pants told you that you were in for an even better treat if you were lucky enough. You rolled your hips harder against his fingers as you felt your insides tighten with every movement of his. He was so beautiful. So hot. And he was yours.

“Jim,” you moaned his name and that seemed to ignite something in him because he pressed his hand on the back of your neck and pulled you into a passionate kiss, tongue and teeth clashing while he moved his thumb back to your clit, drawing tight circles on it.

Pleasure took over your body as you felt your muscles tighten, the world around you completely gone and in the center of your universe was him and his fingers in you. You rolled your hips as he slid in and out of you, never letting go of you.

You were a moaning mess and felt your stomach tighten, nerves lighting up in your body one by one and pleasure trickling down your spine.

“I’m here, love. Let me take care of you, come for me,” he whispered in your ear, his lips grazing your earlobe and with one, two roll of your hips you were crying out, your walls tightening around his fingers as your vision turned white.

He held you against him as his fingers slowed inside you, guiding you through your orgasm before stopping completely. He prepped your forehead with soft kisses before he removed his fingers from you. In your post-orgasm haze, you barely caught how he raised his fingers to his mouth and licked them clean with a moan.

The motion caught you off guard and you felt yourself tighten around nothing – a painful reminder. You slowly sat up and started to unbutton his pants, impatient to feel him in you. He silently watched as you pulled his pants and underwear down just enough so his hard member could spring free. You bit your lips as you took in the view.

You slowly slid your hand down on it, testing the feeling of its weight in your hand. It was already leaking with precum, and you were sure you were so wet you could easily just sink down onto him without any resistance. Nevertheless, you moved and slid down to your knees in front of him. For a split second he wanted to resist but you were already kneeling in front of him just in your skirt as you kissed the tip of his cock before taking him into your mouth as far as you could, which still left plenty for your hands to take care of. The rough office carpet was harsh against your bare knees, but you didn’t care. You slid your tongue against him and bobbed your head. He threw his head back with a moan, his hand finding its way to your hair.

He didn’t let you enjoy yourself too much, because he gently pulled you away and up to your feet as he also stood up, guiding you towards your desk. You made space for yourself as you sat down on it, spreading your legs so he could stand between them. You reached for him again and started to slowly stroke him while he was digging through his back pocket, pulling out his wallet, then a condom. You couldn't help but chuckle, although you were grateful for such turn of events.

“Didn’t think you were such a player.” He scoffed and grinned at you.

“I knew you couldn't keep your hands off me for too long,” he said with a cocky smile which made you laugh and kissed you while he put the condom on. He lined himself up against your entrance and slowly pushed in.

The stretch was out of this world, and you savoured every inch as he pressed into you deeper and deeper until he bottomed out. He stilled for a few seconds, his forehead against yours.

“Don’t forget your promise,” he said, and you nodded. He slowly pulled out of you before bottoming out again, causing the office desk to shake lightly, the pens rattling against each other in the Dunder Mifflin mug.

“I’ll never be able to focus at work anymore. I hope you’re happy,” you said jokingly, his thrusts stealing the air from your lungs between every word. He chuckled before he kissed you.

His hands held your thighs firmly so he could pull you against him with every move, as he pulled out and slammed back in with a steady rhythm. You held onto him, one hand on his biceps and one tangled in his hair. His pace increased as filthy sounds filled the room mixed with your joint panting and moaning, his name on your lips like a sacred prayer, like a promise to something larger than life.

His moves became a bit less calculated, a bit sloppy, when he moved his thumb against your clit once more. You knew he was getting closer, and you also felt the familiar tension build in you, but you never wanted it to end. You didn’t want to think about what came after. The awkwardness. The guilt.

You pressed your lips against him, tongues clashing in a sloppy, messy dance as his dick pressed against your sweet spot with every thrust, his thumb caressing your clit with perfect pressure. He grabbed your hair and tilted your head back as he rutted into you, kissing your neck and mumbling sweet nothings against your skin.

“You’re so fucking good,” he said, panting. The curse felt alien on his tongue which boiled your blood even more. “I love you so much, my good girl,” he whispered against your skin, and you weren’t even sure you heard that right, but your heart skipped a beat, your brain numb as flames washed over your body, sparks lighting up your nerves as you came, all thoughts leaving your mind and being replaced with bliss. He came not long after you and wrapped you against his chest while you both caught your breath. He caressed your hair and planted soft kisses on the top of your head before pulling out.

“I’ll be back in a second,” he said, giving a squeeze to your hand as he disappeared. You didn’t really comprehend what was happening, where he went, or how long he was away, but when he came back, he brought a damp paper towel and helped to clean you up.

“That’s better.” He pressed a kiss on your lips and his eyes searched your face. “Are you okay?” When you didn’t reply, his expression turned worried, and he swiped his hand across his face.

“Shit,” he said. “I’m sorry. You think you made a mistake, right?” He ran his hand through his hair as he looked at you. You snapped out of your thoughts.

“What? No!” You objected. “No, Jim. It was amazing, hell… Even more than that. I’m sorry, it’s just,” you hesitated and looked him in the eye. “You said you loved me.” The realization settled on his face as he looked at you.

“I’m sorry,” he replied, and you scoffed, raising your eyebrow at him.

“I love you too,” you said, and a shy smile spread across your face as you reached for his hand. A sigh of relief escaped his lungs as he enveloped you in his arms, kissing you once again.

Maybe overtime wasn’t that bad, after all.

[collectinglungs]

collectinglungs' WIPs

the new guy

tom haverford x m!reader

a seemingly innocent crush turns into all of his coworkers trying (and failing) to play wingman

confessions of a woman in her twenties at a paper company

pam beesly x f!reader x jim halpert

pam gets jealous when her replacement gets a little too close with her husband

[mangotiramimisu]

prompt: ❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

with Jim Halpert <3.

i need some hurt/comfort with good ol’ jimbo

𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐎𝐊 (warnings. mentions of suicide and depression.)

“I’m so sorry for your loss.” “She was a great woman.” “I couldn’t imagine what your going through.” Those sentences were repeating over and over again in Y/N’s head. All day during her late mom’s, M/N, funeral. Y/N loved her mom. Her mom was a single mother but she did everything that she could for her daughter to give her the life that she never did.

When Y/N got the life changing call, she was at her best friend Jim’s house, they were watching a horror film on Netflix. Jim could tell by the S/C woman that whatever it is the other person on the other side of the phone was saying wasn’t anything good.

That night when Y/N got home, she cried. She cried herself to sleep that night. She stayed home for the next few days. Not going out for anything unless it was absolutely necessary. The 27-year old spent her day looking through old memories of her and her mom throughout the years.

The rest of the week Y/N stayed home cooped up in her bed. She was depressed, she loved her mom and now that she was gone, Y/N had no one. Jim however noticed Y/N’s absence.

“Dwight, have you seen Y/N?” Jim asked quietly. Dwight looked over a Jim with a shrug. “She’s at home.” Jim looked at Dwight silently telling him to continue. “Doing what Dwight?”

The male co-worker looked at Jim with a ‘bitch’ look. “How am I supposed to know Jim? Last thing i heard from her was that her mom passed and she’s taking some time off.” at those words, Jim finally realized why she was absent. Jim knew the relationship between Y/N and her mom. he knew how much she meant to her.

Y/N laid in her bed crying for what felt like the 100th time today. She hadn’t move for hours , at this point her thighs were starting to hurt from not moving.

Jim walked in to Y/N’s apartment. She had given him a spare key when she went out of town to watch her fish and never took it back. Not that Jim would’ve given it back anyway. The apartment was dark, all the blinds were drawn and there was stench. Like death. Jim walked towards Y/N’s room opening the door slightly.

Y/N didn’t hear Jim come in. She couldn’t hear anything, she was too out of it.

“Oh, Y/N..” Jim whispered once he caught sight of the distraught woman curled up in bed. Speaking of, she turned towards Jim teary eyed. “Jim.” She whispered out getting up wrapping her arms around his neck crying. Jim reciprocated the hug.

“I heard what happened from Dwight, I’m so sorry Y/N.” He tightly wrapped his arms around her.

“What are you doing here Jim?” Y/N asked burying her face into his shoulder. “I just wanted to make sure you’re ok.”

jim halpert x reader

(A/N: sorry this took so long ml’s! i’ve been genuinely very out of it lately but i had to push through it to get this out, i hope you guys enjoy it. i know it’s not best but once i get back into my grove i’ll edit it but for now i love you💗!)

[layniapetrovnaaa]

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[witcherfic]

Lex_K May 29, 2020 at 08:34AM

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

[ao3feed-goodomens]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[ao3feed-thehobbit]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[ao3feed-mcufemslash]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[ao3feed-crowley]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[ao3feed-castiel]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[ao3feed-doctorwho]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[hannibal-abo]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

[layniapetrovnaaa]

Rules for requesting/who I write for:

Rules:

Try to be as specific as possible, if not that’s fine but I really appreciate it cause it makes my life easier.

Please be respectful.

No incest or M/M (I’m sorry).

I will usually try to keep reader gender neutral (but sometimes i don’t idk) unless specified other wise, or if it is smut or something like that.

If I don’t answer within 48 hours, send the request in again

If you want to request something for someone who is not on the list ask me first.

Crossed out means that I am not currently writing for that person.

That’s it! Please request, it genuinely makes my day. If you wanna check out some of my work, I’m LayniaPetrovna on Wattpad (fair warning, they are a bit cringey)

Who I write for:

Entire Fandoms-

(Platonic and some romantic)

LOST

Marvel

Star Wars (not prequels) 

To Kill A Mockingbird

Friends 

Parks & Rec

The Office

Narcos

Ships-

(I’ve never written for ships before)

Fleabag x Hot Priest

Jim Halpert x Karen Filippelli

Bucky Barnes x Natalia Romanova

Celebrities-

Hugh Jackman (and all characters)

Jake Gyllenhaal (and all characters)

Chris Evans (and all characters)

Robert Downey Jr (and all characters)

Scarlett Johansson (and all characters)

Characters-

Chandler Bing

Jim Halpert

Karen Filippelli

Rue Bennett

Peter Parker

Detective Loki

Lou Bloom

Donnie Darko

Kevin Wendell Crumb

Charles Xavier

Yelena Belova

Alexander Halmiton

Ben Florian

Atticus Finch

Uncle Jack Finch

Frank Sheeran

Bill Denbrough (2019)

Diana Prince

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Sirius Black (Gary Oldman)

Remus Lupin (David Thewlis)

Nymphadora Tonks

Din Djarin

Maxwell Lord

Javier Peña

Frankie Morales

Dave York

Marcus Moreno

Hans Solo

Arvin Russell

Klaus Hargreeves

Young and Old Five Hargreeves (platonic only, maybe some flirting)

Diego Hargreeves

Vanya Hargreeves

Allison Hargreeves

Marty McFly

Ben Miller (triple frontier)

Santiago Garcia (triple frontier)

Will Miller (triple frontier)

Poe Dameron

Sodapop Curtis

Ann Perkins

April Ludgate

Chris Traeger

Loki Laufeyson

Agent Mobius

Bucky Barnes (tfatws)

(Again if I remember anymore I will add them.)

[ao3feed-sherlockfemslash]

One-shots

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a

by Lex_K

I only write one-shots bc i cant complete a story to save my life so here is one-shots for characters i actually write, if you got something you want to see, feel free to ask and ill see if i can do it :)

i swear my grammar is better in my actual writing 😂

Words: 1703, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Star Trek: Alternate Original Series (Movies), White Collar, Star Trek: The Next Generation, Suits - Fandom, The Office - Fandom, Supernatural, Hannibal - Fandom, The Lord of the Rings - J. R. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings - All Media Types, The Hobbit - All Media Types, Doctor Who, Harry Potter - Fandom, Bones, Merlin - Fandom, Torchwood, Lucifer (TV), Brooklyn Nine-Nine (TV), Wiedźmin | The Witcher - All Media Types, Marvel Cinematic Universe, Sherlock - Fandom, Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D. (TV), X-Men - All Media Types, Good Omens, you - Fandom, Kingsman (Movies)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester, Castiel, Gabriel, Crowley (Supernatural), Crowley (Good Omens), Chuck Shurley, Rowena MacLeod, Benny Lafitte, Arthur Ketch, Hannibal Lecter, Will Graham, Thranduil (Tolkien), Elrond Peredhel, Ninth Doctor, Tenth Doctor, Eleventh Doctor, Jack Harkness, Owen Harper, Severus Snape, Remus Lupin, Lance Sweets, Merlin (Kingsman), Merlin (Merlin), Arthur Pendragon (Merlin), Gwaine (Merlin), Leon (Merlin), Percival (Merlin), Lancelot (Merlin), William Riker, Data (Star Trek), Jake Peralta, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia, Jaskier | Dandelion, Tony Stark, Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes, Thor, Vision, Natasha Romanov (Marvel), Spock (Star Trek), Leonard "Bones" McCoy, Sherlock, Mycroft - Character, Phil Coulson, Charles Xavier, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Harvey Specter, Arizaphale, Jim Halpert, Michael Scott, Neal Caffrey

Relationships: Dean Winchester/Reader, Sam Winchester/Reader, Castiel/Reader, Gabriel/Reader, Crowley/Reader, Chuck Shurley/Reader, Rowena/Reader, Benny Lafitte/reader, Arthur Ketch/Reader, Hannibal/Reader, Will Graham/Reader, Thranduil/Reader, Elrond/Reader, Ninth Doctor/Reader, Tenth Doctor/Reader, Eleventh Doctor/Reader, Jack Harkness/Reader, Owen Harper/Reader, Severus Snape/Reader, Remus Lupin/Reader, Lance Sweets/Reader, Merlin/Reader, arthur pendragon/reader, Gwaine/Reader, Sir Leon/Reader, Sir Percival/Reader, Sir Lancelot/Reader, William T. Riker/Reader, Data/Reader, Jake Peralta/Reader, Geralt z Rivii | Geralt of Rivia/Reader, Tony Stark/Reader, Steve Rogers/Reader, Bucky Barnes/Reader, Natasha Romanov (Marvel)/Reader, Vision/Reader, Thor/Reader, Spock/Reader, Leonard "Bones" McCoy/Reader, Sherlock/Reader, Mycroft/Reader, Phil Coulson/Reader, Charles Xavier/Reader, Erik Lehnsherr/Reader, Hank McCoy/Reader, Harvey Specter/Reader, Arizaphale/Reader, Jim Halpert/Reader, Michael Scott/Reader, Neal Caffrey/Reader, Jaskier | Dandelion/Reader

Additional Tags: Smut, Fluff, Angst, i will update tags as i update, sorry if your character isnt written yet, i only tagged characters im actually gonna write so :), trigger warning, mentions of abuse, Childhood Abuse, be safe out there buddy

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/2zH9g8a