#jim halpert x male 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!

[denim-devil]

Jim Halpert simp hours 😭🤚

[awritessomething]

I have absolutely no ideas for writing whatsoever pleaseplease leave requests!!! Smut, angst, fluff, whatever y’all want I can probably do.

Ill write for these people and probably more that I forgot (all male character x fem!reader) :

Formula 1:

Max Verstappen

Lando Norris

Oscar Piastri

Charles Leclerc

Pierre Gasly

Lewis Hamilton

Carlos Sainz

Daniel Riccardo

Mick Schumacher

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid

Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

David Rossi (preferably young)

Marvel:

Bucky Barnes

Tony Stark

Thor

Sam Wilson

Deadpool

Steve Rogers

Spiderman (Tom Holland, Andrew Garfield, Miguel O'hara)

Call of Duty

Keegan Russ

Simon "Ghost" Riley

König

Phillip Graves

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Star Wars:

Anakin Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Han Solo

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron

Topper Thornton

John B. Routledge

Harry Potter:

Harry Potter

Cedric Diggory

Draco malfoy

Ron Weasley

Fred Weasley

Blaise Zabini

Regulus Black

Severus Snape

Tom Riddle

Sirius Black

Lorenzo Berkshire

Oliver Wood

The Walking Dead:

Glenn Rhee

Daryl Dixon

Rick Grimes

Carl Grimes

Miscallaneous:

Jack Champion (Ethan Landry)

Patrick Bateman

Batman (Christian Bale)

Johnathan Crane

Finnick Odair

Josh Hutcherson (Peeta Mellark, Mike Schmidt, Sean Anderson, Clapton Davis)

Rodrick Heffley

Colby Brock

Sam Golbach

Tristan Dugray

Dylan O'brien

Jude Bellingham

Joao Felix

Bellamy Blake

Patrick Dempsey (Derek Shepherd, Ronald Miller)

Joe Goldberg

Timothee Chalamet (Wonka, Paul Atreides)

Minho (The Maze Runner)

Keanu Reeves (John Wick, Neo, Alex Wyler)

Jim Halpert

Farkas

Ulfric Stormcloak

Miraak

Ben Schnetzer (Max Vandenburg, Brad Land, Russ Sheppard)

Brock Purdy

Ralph Macchio (Daniel Larusso, Johnny Cade)

Dallas Winston

Sodapop Curtis

Robby Keene

Zuko (atla dallas liu)

Jet (atla sebastian amoruso)

Cillian Murphy (Johnathan crane, jackson rippner, Neil Lewis)

Evan Peters (all ahs characters, Luke cooper)

What I wont do:

Pedophilia

Beastiality or anything animal-y

Waterworks

Male reader (sorry)

Character x character

Threesomes or anything not 1x1

Character x oc

Specific body types (i just don’t see the point)

Daddy/mommy kinks

Incest or stepcest

(I’ll prob have to add on but its midnight rn)

[urfavsimpingfanficwriter]

PLEASE make a jim halpert x fem reader smut. maybe a little after hours in the office sort of thing 🫣🫣 and i would love if she gave him head before he bent her over his desk 🤗 anyways thanks so much lol

Also Find This On My AO3

I am so sorry this took so long to get to, Finals have been kicking my ass!

!!!SMUT UNDER THE CUT!!!

Word Count: 1139

Warnings and such: Smut; A bit of fluff; Fem!Reader; Oral(Male Receiving); Semi-Public Sex(Empty Office);  Fingering(Fem! Receiving) 

Let me know if I missed anything in the warnings!!

His smooth, yet veiny hands grip your hair as he pushes you farther down on his throbbing member. You gag as he hits the back of your throat, tears almost spilling out of the corner of your eyes. Yet the way Jim groans slightly every time you gag makes you moan, arousal pooling in your panties. The sounds coming from your throat cause a vibration, making him thrust up into your throat even more, fully bottoming out in your mouth. 

“Oh god, you’re gonna make me cum makin’ pretty sounds like that,” He chuckles, trying not to moan.

Your knees burn from kneeling on the grey carpet of the office for so long, and you knew your throat would be sore, but you didn’t care. You would do anything in that moment to please him, to make him come.

You tried to bob your head faster, your teeth barely grazing his dick, your tongue circling his tip for a few moments before you are gagging on him again. Your hands are grasping his thighs as he sits on his desk chair. You clench your thighs together, trying to gain as much friction as possible to appease the ache in your lower stomach, and moan around Jim. 

His member twitches a few times before he unloads ropes of cum down your throat. You swallow around him a few times before he moves you off of him, and, while taking a few gulps of air, finish swallowing him. 

He looks down at you for a few moments, scanning your figure, seeing your mascara and tear stained face, your plump lips, and your thighs squeezing together. 

He smirks and quickly stands up. He reaches his hand out, and helps you off of the floor, picking you up and setting you on his desk, pushing some of his and Dwight's trinkets onto the floor. 

You giggle, gripping the collar of his shirt, pulling him in for a kiss. Your lips smash against each others, his tongue licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. You open your mouth slightly, his tongue pushing into your mouth, the both of you groaning in unison. He slowly lays you down onto your back, never breaking the kiss, his hands wandering your body. His warm fingertips find the hem of your skirt, toying with the fabric, his skin slightly grazing your inner thighs.

You moan into his mouth, slightly thrusting into the air, and he slowly pulls away from the wet kiss. You start to whine in protest before he lifts up your skirt to reveal your soaked panties. He presses his thumbpad to where your clit would be underneath your panties, and you gasp. 

“Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna make you feel real good, okay?” He murmured, not looking away from the damp patch in your panties. 

You nodded, looking at him with lust filled eyes, and quietly groaned. 

He glides his hands up and down the inside of your thighs before hooking his fingers in the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them off of you. He tosses them on the floor to the side of the desk, then redirects his attention to your button up blouse. He slowly, agonizingly, takes his sweet time undoing the buttons until your bra is fully exposed. You sit up slightly so that he can unhook your bra from the back, exposing your breasts, the nipples perked at the sudden chill from the air around you. 

He kisses your neck, making you gasp and lean into his touch. He slowly makes his way down your body, leaving little marks here and there, until he reaches your breasts. He looks up at you and takes one nipple into his mouth, massaging the other with his hand, pinching at it a bit, causing you to squirm. 

You moan, wrapping your legs around his waist. He smirks, and swirls his tongue around your nipple as his free hand trails down your waist, making its way to your wet, throbbing pussy. As he sucks at your nipple, he slowly inserts a long finger into you, his thumb finding its way to your clit. You gasp in response your breath picking up in pace, and grasp at his shirt. He slowly thrusts his finger in and out of you, his thumb circling your clit with increasing speed and pressure. 

You groan, arching your back, forcing his finger to reach deeper into you.

He moves his head back up to your neck, whispering into your ear. 

“You gotta tell me what you want, sweetheart, or I can’t give it to you. Go on, tell me.”

“More,” You moan out, grinding into his hand.

“More what, baby? Use your words,” Jim spoke with a smirk, looking down at you.

“More of you, I need more of you,” You spoke, moans interrupting your speech.

At that Jim takes out his finger, his thumb stopping its movement of your clit. You almost cry out at the lack of friction before you feel him lining himself up with your entrance. He inserts himself into you, a little at a time, making sure you are okay. Your pussy clenches around him. You moan, the mix of pleasure and slight pain feeling astonishing. 

When he finally bottoms out in one final thrust, you moan out his name, causing him to groan.

He begins to thrust in and out of you slowly, every thrust picking up the pace and force. It isn’t long before he is pounding into you, his desk slightly shaking at the force of it. The wet squelching sound of your arousal could most likely be heard from outside the office doors, and maybe even down the halls, but who cares. He moves your legs up to where they are hooked on his shoulders, giving him a new angle, making it so he could go even deeper into you. He continuously hits that spongy spot inside of you, making that knot tighten even more. 

“Ji- Jim! I’m close,” you moan loudly at Jim.

“So am I baby, so close,” He responded, groaning at the pleasure.

He thrusts a few more times, and the knot inside your stomach unravels, your legs trying to force close, your nails clawing into the desk, leaving faint marks in the wood. You clench even harder around him, and feel him twitch a few times before he pulls out, unloading onto your bare stomach. 

You both are breathing heavy, and he leans down, kissing you on the forehead. 

“You did so good for me baby, made me feel real good,” He mutters into your hair.

You put your hands on his cheeks, guiding him into another kiss. You feel him smile into the kiss, and he murmurs into your lips, “I love you.”

You smile, and pull away looking into his eyes, “I love you too.”

[pumpkinspiie]

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

with Jim Halpert <3.

i need some hurt/comfort with good ol’ jimbo

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

(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💗!)

[sweaterweather-247]

Request stuff

Shows/movies I write for + characters

Arcane

Vi

Brooklyn Nine Nine

Jake Peralta

Rosa Diaz

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How to train your dragon

Astrid Hofferson

Hiccup Haddock

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Hunger games

Finnick Odair

Johanna Mason

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Stranger things

Henry Creek /Peter Ballard

Steve

Robin Buckley

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The office

Jim Halpert

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YOU

Joe Goldberg

Love Quinn

RULES

1. No smut, I tried writing it and I can’t

2. No pedo stuff

3. No x child reader

4. No baby/pregnant stuff (I don't like babies)

5. I'll do yandere stuff but no yandere reader and AU stuff

6. Only fem reader please, I'm not a man and don't write male readers, sorry

7. I MIGHT do poly depending on the character

8. I won't do a request if it makes me uncomfortable/a topic I don't know

[serenefreakgeekao3]

Hello! I love ur writing sm u don’t even know it’s very *chefs kiss*✨

I’m also currently in some kind of Jim Halpert phase rn and I absolutely loved ur two parter you did with him. I was wondering if you could do another Jim x male/gn reader? There’s barely any for him and it’s just sad😔 I don’t really have a prompt or anything so it could be a free write or just going off ur previous fics if u want. Unless u actually want me to think of something to go off of I could try!

Can u tell how desperate I am for a Jim fic?😭. Anyway, even if u end up not taking this request, ty! <3

This is interesting, I mainly stay with gender neutral readers, but I can definitely make a male specific one! Let me know if you have any specific requests! (Any sort of interaction with this post will likely have me posting this one faster, so just let me know 😊)

[the-officefanfics]

The Campaign Date (Oscar Martinez x Male! Reader)

You sighed as you entered the office. Today was the day. You weren’t sure what you were gonna do, but, you were gonna do it!

“Morning Stanley!” You say, chipper as ever. Stanley just rolled his eyes as you smiled. Oscar walked into the office. Your smile grew even bigger as he sat at his desk. “Hi Oscar!”

*”Yes, i like Oscar. I mean, what am i supposed to do with a super hot accountant sitting next to me?” You say into the camera*

“Good morning, Y/N” he smiled just as big as you as he looked down at you.

“I got you coffee” you say. “Just the way you like it” you hand it to him. Oscar accidentally brushed your hand, making you and him blush deep shades of red.

*”Yes, I like him too.” Oscar smiled*

“Hey so, Oscar, I’m heading to go see the senator campaign today at 6:00. My friends say bring a date... you’re the only hot guy i could think of” you wink. Oscar nearly spit out all the coffee in his mouth.

“You think I’m hot?” He asked you wide eyed.

"Uh, s-sorry. Th-that came out r-really weird." You began to stutter out. Oscar smirked at your silly attempts to patch up what you had said. He suddenly rushed forward and kissed you forcefully. You nearly falling out of your chair. "Or-or-or not." You chuckled breathlessly.

"So, tonight at 6:00?" Oscar asked. You nodded vigorously.

Timeskip~

You walked through the double doors to your group of friends. Oscar was still no where to be seen.

"Where's your date, Y/N?" Your friend asked. You stuttered out an answer as Oscar appeared with some flowers. You half leapt into his arms and kisses him, smashing your lips onto his.

"Well, hello to you, too, Y/N" Oscar said as he wrapped his arms around you waist. He pulled away from your lips and started talking to your friends. An announcement told you all to find a seat and get ready to watch the campaign speech.

"Alright. Alright! Jeez louise" you say as you fell into Oscars lap as your friends pushed forward. " Hey there" you say as he helped pushed you back into your feet. As you say Oscars hand grasped onto yours, leaving a smile on your face.

Timeskip~

"So, were we gonna do dinner?” You asked the gang. You heard multiple no’s. “Alright, see you guys later then.” You all said goodbye leaving you and Oscar alone. “So... dinner, or are you ready to go home?” You asked.

“Now, why would i miss dinner with you?” Oscar smiled. You grabbed onto his hand and left to go eat. Finally, getting a table in the corner, you both sat in sweet conversation in the outdoors under the sunset.

“Hey, uh, did you see Angela?” You asked through laughter at a previous joke. The waiter returned with your plates of sushi.

“Yeah, she kept giving us flares and all.” Oscar replies through their arms.

“I think he’s gay” you mumble.

“What?” Oscar shoves a roll into his mouth.

“I think Robert Lipton is gay” you say again.

“Exactly! Ex-act-ly” Oscar seemed to light up. “It’s undeniable”

“Totally” you nodded. You began to eat making more conversation about the senator as you ate. The sunset turned from a beautiful array of colours to one solid colour or a dark blue, dotted with stars.

“Waiter! I’ll take the check please” Oscar called out.

“I was gonna pay the check.” You pout. He shook his head and opened his mouth to speak.

“No. I’ll pay”

“I asked you out. I pay for tonight.” As the waiter came back you jumped up practically threw the cash at him. “I paid the check!”

“Petty” Oscar laughed. You stuck your tongue out at him. You picked up his hand and got him out of his seat.

“Aww poor baby. You can get the tip” you laugh.

Timeskip~

You stopped in front his house, jumping out to get the door for him. He held your hand and walked you up to the door.

“Well, this concludes our night.” You say scratching the back of your head.

“Yes. I’m afraid so. Well, at least we can say that we’re dating.” Oscar says.

“This is true.” You reply. “Too fast?”

“Never for you” You leaned forward and kissed him softly. You parted from him.

“Well then, three kisses from Oscar Martinez in one day... boy, am i a lucky one!” You say awkwardly. Going down a few steps, you looked back at Oscar who winked at you, and left inside the house. You waited until you heard a lock click before you jumped around like an idiot.

“It’s 9:45 pm. Y/N.” Oscars voice came through the opened door, causing you to jump high in the air.

“Hehehe, yeah. I, uh, totally forgot we had work tomorrow.” You say again. “Well, goodnight, Oscar!” You call and walk away.

Timeskip~

You walked into the office the next day. To only be met with cheers and boots and hollers from your coworkers.

“Oscar...” you said in a warning tone.

“I didn’t say a word.” He threw his hands up. You both looked at Angela who purses her lips.

“Oscar and Y/N sitting in a tree” Michael began.

“K- I- S- S- I- N- G” the rest of the office joined in. You and Oscars lips met in pure embarrassment. The office cheered.

[6rookie-writer0110]

Dating Jim Halpert Headcanon:

-The first day at Dunder-Mifflin, Jim was the first one to speak to you.

-Has time gone by time, Jim started to notice little things about you. He would ask about your interests and dislikes. You got to know him better too.

-You forgot to bring your lunch or didn't eat breakfast then Jim would make extra sandwiches for lunch or buy something for you and him to share.

-He would ask if you to prank on Dwight and you say yes.

-You and Jim would have inside jokes.

-Kevin would ask if you are dating anyone.

-When Michael has his meetings, you would always sit next to Jim.

-After work, you and everyone in the office would go to the bar or chilies.

-Telling Jim, that you never had Valentine's date so when Valentines Day came around, he gave you a gift. Cheesy funny card and he wrote something inside, would have lunch together.

-Eventually, Jim asked you out.

-Tried to keep the relationship a secret but Michael and Kevin found out and Michael told everyone in the office by mistake.

-Some did make a bet that you and Jim were together.

-You and Jim would have movie nights.

-You and Jim would cuddle on the couch or in bed.

-You can't help to laugh when Jim is drunk.

[toony15]

Infos about me :

Real name :Zeynep Cetin(ugh I hate my name)

Age :15-16( 16 on July 15 )

Gender : Female (kinda tomboyish )

Height : 168 cm

Sexuality : straight

Personality type : ENTP

Ennagram : 7w8

Temperament : Sanguine

TV shows that I love : f.r.I.e.n.d.s , Brooklyn 99, the office us (currently on season 5) , breaking bad , better call Saul , American Horror story and etc.

Movies that I love : X -men apocalypse , all marvel movies , American animals , big hero 6 and etc.

Characters that I could use with X -reader :

Jim Halpert (the office us )

Tate Langdon (American Horror story )

Peter Maximoff (X-men )

Chandler Bing (friends )

Jake Petalta (Brooklyn 99)

Jimmy Darling (American Horror story )

Male reader !

Amy Santiago (Brooklyn 99 )

Rosa Diaz (Brooklyn 99)

Rachel Green (friends )

Monica Geller (friends )

I could also write other characters . These are just examples

[theofficeimagines]

Hi so I was wondering if you could do a jim halpert or ryan howard one shot x a feminine trans male reader where jim or ryan validates the reader's identity bc the reader is feeling dysphoric bc of their period and appearance in the office

We could most certainly do that, Anon!-Admin Majora

[nouearth]

I have a request if it may interest you 🧍🏻also ik he like barley has any fics (especially for male reader) but I had an idea for one ☝️

Jim Halpert x reader where they ofc work together, and one day Jim is just too distracted for pretty much the whole day where he can't focus on anything. So it eventually leads to him taking reader to that little bed space in the warehouse that's way up in the shelves (like the little area where Jim and Pam go to "nap" but obviously Pam isn't in this one LMAO). He takes reader up there and just pounds into him like he's got a need to breed lol🤭

💌 : guess who finished, anon. :^) perfect timing too, because i was on a binge-watch of the office.

a day at the office.

[denim-devil]

NAUR CUZ JOHN KRASINSKI IS SO HOT AND JIM IS JUST SO UGWHSJDNNSND

Y E S! Jim Halpert rights, mans deserve everything he’s just UMFHHGGGG

[denim-devil]

So…jim halpert…🫣

[6rookie-writer0110]

Master List- 2

RULES - FANDOMS  

It feels all right - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader 

New roles - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader  

This road with you - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader 

This is our second chance - Sebastian Stan x Male Reader

Let’s not waste time - Poison Ivy x Male Reader x Barbara Gordon  

Night song - Hank Hall x Male Reader 

Are you close? - Liam Dunbar x Male Reader  

Corner of hearts - Theseus Scamander x Male Reader 

The stars will be linked together - Chris Evans x Reader 

Request; Coldflash x son reader? - Headcanons for him taking after snart?

Snowstorm - Steve Rogers x Male Reader   

Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias

Heart Scribble - Steve Rogers x Sam Arias part 2

This night - Harley Quinn x Female Reader G!P

You really made a video? - Female Reader x Harley Quinn x Catwoman, x G!P Poison Ivy  

Request- Headcanons for being Aladdin son 

 Timeless candles - Descendants x Male Reader 

Dating Jim Halpert  Headcanon:

Cut the static - Dick Grayson x Male Reader x Jason Todd

Avoid the midnight run - Female!Student!Reader x Warren/Angel 

Batman is a myth - Oliver Queen x Male Reader 

Glad you are back - Oliver Queen x Male Reader x Barry Allen

Lake whisper - Barry Allen x Male Reader 

Time won’t change my feelings for you - Barry Allen x Male Reader

I’m not vanilla - Barry Allen x Male Reader

Different earths same parents - Leonard Snart x Barry Allen x Male Reader  Son

Stay - Wendy Carr x Female Reader

Partners in motion - Clark Kent x Male Reader x Bruce Wayne

Gravity - Bruce Wayne x Male Reader

Beans on pizza - Male Reader x Avengers Cast

Save water - Clark Kent x Male Reader

It’s over, we are your new rulers - Kara Danvers/Over girl x Male Reader

Falling Skyward - Lara Croft x reader

Seven-thirty? - Holden Ford x Female Reader

What will happen next, between us - Josie Saltzman x Male Reader

Calendar days - Simon Spier x Male Reader

Taking the next step - Tommaso Ciampa x Male Reader

I don’t know if I can - Hulk x Male Reader

Give me a second chance? - Catwoman x Male Reader x Batgirl 

The only Indigo - Nia Nal G!P x Male Reader x Kara Danvers

All the lights followed - Gwen Stacy x Male Reader