#oh yeas. exploding him

[arcade-confetti]

Awaugh I love his design here...

[wishfulsketching]

I finished F.e.a.r. It took me only three session (I was also streaming it on discord for my friends). I love the gameplay, I love the lore. It's a bitch to try and get to work on modern computers tho. Absolute ass

Paxton Fettel, you psychic cannibal super soldier, you will always be famous

And I think the OST is super good mood music if you're drawing/writing anything moody or action...y? or anything like that

one of my faves:

(I checked, my first screenshots were from 2015. Oh how the time flies)

[pastelpousay]

Go hug that cutie now boy!! HUG THEM RIGHT NOWWWWW

(I was gonna wait till like later but I’m impatient asf 😿)

GAHHH MY FIRST DIGITAL RAYCO ART KINDA REMINDS ME OF MY FIRST HADINA ART PEICE NGL BUT THATS BESIDES THE POINT ANYWAYS ENJOY!!

Taglist!!: @re3tro0 @delicatestringbean @persephoneflowerpetals @glacier-alchemist @maddieinheaven @dreamwinged

[keylimeguy]

oh yeah btw i got a print from one of the artists who helped design naven at a local convention last month. unrelatedly i am never going to be normal ever again

[keeps-ache]

been telling my siblings 'you would NOT make it in vulcan academy' when they do smth goofy recently and nobody's been able to refute lol

[randomwriteronline]

what a thousand years on a tropical island not being a massive asshole to your teammates 24/7 does to a mf

[solearobservatory]

im about to be back on my coco and nexmex bullshit i swan 2 john. Watch me go bonkers ✨️

[cocoadropp]

you think Choso only announces when he’s gonna cum because he gets off on your dirty mouth.

everytime you ride him, “m-m gonna f-fuckin cum baby.” he’d whispers, hands around your waist.

you’d slow down, grinding your hips on him to take his dick deeper in your pussy while your hand goes to his neck. “gonna cum for me baby?” you’d whisper back.

then boom, hearts in his eyes immediately. he would bite on his lip and whimper before opening his mouth to let air in, “y-yessss imma cum for you.”

and you’re so consistent with it.

hips starting to speed up as you let out a raspy moan. “gonna cum in this pussy?” you’re looking down at him. his eyes crazed and hair all messy.

“imma cum in that p-pussy mama, I f-fuckin swear it.” now his hands are clenching around your thighs, he feels his balls tightening and stomach sucking in.

his eyes are basically crossing.

your hand that wasn’t occupied around his neck goes behind you to grip on his balls as you start bouncing up and down on his dick.

“yea you better cum in your pussy baby, do it. do it for me.”

and he does, he literally explodes.

“G-god! fuckkk. Oh my fucking gosh- baby oh my gosh I’m fuckin c-cummminnnn.”

yea he loved that shit.

[un-lawliet]

“Overheard.”

— in which you practice your confession to him, and he hears.

“Satoru... I like you.”

Falling in love is hard.

You throw your head back in exasperation, a sigh pushing past your lips and into the emptiness of your room.

“Satoru,” You begin again, glaring at your reflection, “I think if the Earth exploded tommorow I would- No that’s pathetic!”

But falling in love with an enigma such as Satoru Gojo is harder.

Especially when he was your Co-Worker and friend, and not one for blind vulnerability in any capacity.

Something you were devastated by perfectly ok with!

You place your thumb in your mouth and chew on the nail, frustrated at your lack of articulation.

Your lingering stares, and pathetic attempts to subtly flirt with him, appeared to backfire in a mirage of deflection from the sorcerer.

Leading you to the bitter conclusion that your feelings were entirely unrequited.

And that’s fine.

Everything is fine.

You would be fine.

…

You turn back to the mirror, lifting your head up and throwing on a smile.

“Gojo- No- Satoru, me and you? What about it? You in?”

God. You sound insane.

Even worse you sound desperate.

You thought your feelings for Gojo would dissipate with time, that you would realise that they stemmed purely from admiration and would vanish as fast as they first appeared.

But as you grew closer to Gojo, your feelings grew too.

Culminating into him, holding your hand to reassure you after a mission went askew.

Holding it.

With no barriers. No infinity.

His hand was warm, the palm soft with years of fighting without touch.

“Don’t worry ‘bout it ‘kay?” He had said, cooing at you as you furiously wiped frustrated tears from your eyes.

“Just focus on getting stronger, yea? You’ll be fine.”

And now you were fantasising your confession to the man, like you were 16 years old again, pouting about an unreturned crush.

One touch and you’re helpless to your own feelings, your own heart.

How childish…

You shake your head.

What did it matter anyway? You were never going to say it to him, you can let yourself have your own, embarrassing fun.

You grin, and resume your position before the mirror.

“Satoru, I really, really like you.”

You tilt your head.

“No that sounds wrong..uh…Gojo I like you..like a lot- But you don’t need to say anything I just wanted you to know.”

Placing your hands on your hips, you assess out loud; “I wonder which one would sound better..”

“I liked the first one best.”

You nod, lost in thought, “Me too, sounds more person-”

.

.

.

Oh God.

Oh please God no.

Slowly, you move your eyes from your face in the reflection to the door, where Gojo stands, leaning against the frame, a smug look on his face.

Your face flushes and you almost trip over your heel as you spin to face him, eyes wide and mouth parted.

“G-Gojo!” You force out, your heart racing in your chest, your hands trembling against your sides.

He gestures, his sunglasses sliding down his nose ever so slightly with his movements.

“You not gonna continue?” He asks, like he didn’t almost just cause you heart palpitations, like it’s the simplest thing in the world.

Your words fail you, and you’re left gaping at him, wishing the building would collapse and crush you beneath it, away from his stupidly pretty eyes.

He laughs, his face lighting up as he watches you flounder for a response, a reason, anything to justify your absurdism.

When you resort to turning back around, unable to face him, hoping he would just vanish from the room, he shakes his head and walks towards you.

“Hey.” Gojo says gently, pinching the skin of your shoulder lightly, trying to coax you into turning around.

“Y/N c’mon, Iook at me.”

You want to die.

You actually think you might just drop dead.

This was never the plan- You were never supposed to-

Gojo isn’t patient.

You remember this when you’re spun around to face him, nearly jumping at how close he is to you.

You find your voice amongst your apologies, and they fall out of you like water collecting rain.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to say any of that, I was being stupid- Oh my God I’m so sorry.”

You hang your head in childish shame, refusing to meet his eyes.

Gojo finds himself frowning.

And your chin is raised back to his gaze by his fingers, an usually serious look in his eyes as he observes you.

“What are you apologising for hm?” He sticks out his tongue, “For falling for me?”

You push his chest, your face burning.

“Don’t say it like that.”

“What? It’s not true?”

“It’s not.”

Gojo blinks at you from over the top of his sunglasses, before taking his hand and patting your head.

“So if I ask you to join me for lunch…You’d say no?”

“What? No of course not!”

Your response is too fast, too desperate, and you freeze as he laughs, humiliated.

“I thought as much.” Gojo replies, leaning down to look you in your eyes.

And he’s so pretty up close, so earnestly perfect that you can barely stand it.

“Say it again yea?” He all but whispers, his voice devoid of cockiness, you’re almost certain he sounds as desperate as you.

You refuse to think too much.

“What?” You reply, dumbly.

“Your practice, I want to hear it again.”

“Gojo I-”

“Satoru.” He corrects, his eyes crinkling with his grin, you can feel his breath on your face and you hold yourself back from leaning towards him.

You’re silent for a moment, before he tilts his head, nodding at you to continue.

It’s ok.

“Satoru,” You start, breaking eye contact with him as you look down at your fidgeting hands, “I like you.”

And you feel so unbelievably childish, at your nerves.

You feel weak to his never failing gaze.

Until he pokes your nose softly with his finger, and leans down to reply, too close, he’s far too close.

“Yea?” He echoes, “You like me?”

You nod, helpless, “So much Satoru.”

And then you feel it.

His lips on yours.

Oh.

And it’s wonderful, it’s all consuming and it’s him.

And you kiss back, feeling his hands on your face, and encasing you, holding you.

Gojo tilts your head up, and you can’t help but gasp, letting him devour you.

He tastes of cherries and sugar, his mouth as warm as his grasp, as he brings you closer.

“God baby.” He mumbles into your mouth, “You have no idea.”

He sounds frantic you think.

You pull away to look at him, and giggle when he follows you, trying to recapture your lips with his, pouting, tracing the sides of your temples with a finger.

You’re both breathless.

And you take the opportunity to be bold.

You press a kiss to his jaw, ignoring the racing of your poor heart.

Gojo smirks, a dumb elated expression on his face as he pulls you into his chest, resting his chin on the top of yours. Blocking your view of his face as he whispers.

“Think it goes without saying.” You hear him say, slowly, “But I like you too Y/N.” He mocks, his voice soft.

And you cling to his shirt, and press your fingers into his back as a response, trying to mark him as yours instantaneously.

He laughs again, before pulling away to hold you at an arms length, looking down at you, his face beautiful, and yours.

“Lunch then? So we can talk about this properly?”

“I’d like that.” You say, your eyes in hearts.

He winks at you, and pulls you to walk with him, leading you out of the room.

You lean against him allowing yourself a moment of vindicated clarity.

He’s warm.

So, so warm.

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A/N- i hate my life. i’m trying not to spoil anything for anyone, but chapter 261 has ruined my life! i wrote this just to make myself better and because a lovely anon asked me to write something comforting and fluffy <3 thank u for reading i love u i love u i love u and i hope everyone is ok <3

[osaemu]

GOJO SATORU: ❛❛ I WANNA SHOW YOU OFF ❜❜

.ೃ࿐ streamer!au: some other streamer's been buying you gifts, but satoru knows he can spoil you better.

contents: fem!reader. kinda sorta clingy!gojo. more toji slander hehe. inumaki and megumi gang up on gojo. like always. oh also you guys kiss on camera! tagging @sutorus and @yunymphs ꨄ︎

author's note: ughhh he's such a pretty pathetic loser i wanna shake him silly :(

"oh, satoru, someone sent me another gift!" you say with a smile, beckoning him over to look. satoru hops off his chair and looks over at your computer screen, resting his chin on the top of your head. "look, it's the skin i said i wanted! i wonder who sent it to me, huh..."

satoru shrugs and dips his head to kiss the side of your face. "coulda just asked me for it, y'know," he mutters, eyeing the username that had apparently sent you the gift.

you ignore him and gesture at the time on the top-right corner of your screen. "isn't your stream starting in a couple minutes?" you ask, tilting your head. satoru nods and pulls away, shaking his white hair out of his eyes before walking back over to his monitor. and just a minute or two later, he's live and chatting with his early viewers.

"hey, suguru," he says with a grin, waving at the screen when his close friend joins. "you wanna join my team for today? the match's gonna start in a couple minutes."

suguru-geto: yea sure one sec

satoru spins around in his chair a couple times, and he blows a kiss at you every time his chair faces your direction. and every time, you humor him and catch his kisses. eventually, he stops spinning around in circles and starts actually interacting with his viewers.

inumaki: i hate gojo's streams

inumaki: you just stare at your gf for half of them

inumaki has been kicked from the stream by satoru-gojo.

"anyways. suguru, you ready yet?" satoru says with a grin. suguru replies with a thumbs-down in the chat, and satoru groans impatiently. "what are you even doing that's takin' you so long?"

suguru-geto: taking care of something

"whatever," satoru grumbles, slouching down in his chair and spinning around one more time. "hey, chat, y'wanna know a funny story? i could use your help on it too."

the comments explode with various forms of affirmation, and satoru turns his head and winks at you. "so, lately, some random account's been sending my girlfriend everythin' she could ever want. skins, coins, you name it. what does that mean?"

he ruffles his hair with one hand and drums his fingertips on his desk with the other, surveying the replies from underneath his long, white eyelashes.

sho-ko: some guy wants her sooo bad

yuuji-itadori: maybe the person's just being nice! :)

satoru makes a face at shoko's comments and scowls, sitting up and leaning closer to the screen. "i dunno if the guy who's sending my girlfriend gifts is here right now, but if you are, you better not think that you have a chance with her. 'cause you don't!"

you can't stifle the smile that spreads across your face at satoru's indignant words, and when he turns to you, you just can't help but laugh. he's so sweet, even and especially when he does his best to gatekeep you. but ever since he brought you onto his stream for the first time, you've been an instant fan-favorite, so he can only hide you for so long.

satoru scrunches up his face at you childishly, and you draw a heart in the air right back at him. it makes him smile ruefully, and his eyes light up when you blow a kiss at him. he turns back to his screen determinedly and raises an eyebrow at the latest comment.

sho-ko: do u have the guy's username? cus you can find out who it is that way

"oh, it's... hard to say. rio-zuku?" satoru tries, squinting his eyes. "i don't know, whatever. you guys know him?"

megumi-fushiguro: dyou mean ryosuku? i hate him

yuuji-itadori: oh i don't like him either :( hes mean

satoru scoffs and puts his feet up on his desk, rolling his cerulean eyes. "he can't be more famous than me, so whatever."

megumi-fushiguro: he gets 100k views per stream

"well, he can't be a better gamer than me," satoru replies dismissively, waving his hand.

kugi-saki: didn't he win the val championship last year?

"but i bet i'm hotter!"

toji-fushiguro: you wish

"fuck you, toji," satoru huffs indignantly. "well, how haven't i heard of this guy? if he's so famous and so hot, huh?" ignoring your snickers, satoru switches to another tab and types in the username. but when he clicks on the first link, nothing shows up. it's a blank profile, and satoru's jaw dropped.

"how the fuck am i blocked?!" he whines, flopping his head back on the headrest of his seat and pretending to faint. the chat floods with a thousand expressions of laughter, and you hop off your seat to go sit on the desk of satoru's desk, taking care to stay out of sight of his camera.

satoru opens one eye and squints it at you, lips forming a childish pout. he reaches out and twines his fingers with yours, completely ignoring his exploding comment section. you squeeze his hand gently and reach over his keyboard, hitting a key to mute his microphone.

"i can block him if you want," you offer, wrapping your other hand around satoru's. "and, for what it's worth, i think you're prettier than him."

satoru grins smugly at that, eyes softening more and more the longer they focus on you. "m'kay, thanks... wait, how do you know what he looks like?" he asks suspiciously, narrowing his eyes playfully.

"'cause i looked him up this morning."

your boyfriend sighs dramatically and pretends to faint again. when he reopens his eyes, there's a slightly new look in his eyes as he mumbles, "i wish people would stop hitting on you."

you reach out and touch his chin, forgetting that people on his stream could probably see your hand even if you two were on mute. "oh, i get that a lot," you tease, pinching his cheek affectionately. "but, honestly, you're the only one i wanna be with. even if that other guy buys me everything i could ever want, he's still not you."

satoru kisses the inside of your hand, eyes still fixed on you. "you do know that i'd buy you all of that and more if you asked, right?"

"i know. and i'd love you even if you were as broke as toji."

your side comment makes satoru throw his head back in laughter, and he shakes his head as a wide smile grows across his face. he pushes his chair closer to the desk and tilts his head up, minty taste fresh on his mouth as he smiles against your lips.

a bashful giggle slips past your lips as satoru kisses you again and again. from the corner of your eye, you can see that the two of you are just barely off-camera—in fact, anyone who's watching the stream can tell that the two of you are kissing, but you're still just out of sight.

"d'you want the new battle pass?" satoru mumbles against your lips, caressing the side of your face. you nod and grin, kissing the corner of his mouth.

"only you would talk about a battle pass while you're kissi—" satoru cuts you off with another kiss, stopping you from finishing your sentence.

"uh uh, shut up and let me kiss you. you're the prettiest girl i've ever seen n' i wanna enjoy you," satoru says plainly, gripping your chin in between his thumb and index finger. he tugs your lips on his again, and when he finally pulls away, he turns back to his screen and sticks out his tongue.

satoru unmutes himself and smiles smugly at the camera, face flushed pink from the way you had kissed him back. "well, at least that asshole doesn't have my pretty girlfriend, and he never fuckin' will."

yuuji-itadori: aw you two are so cute :)

megumi-fushiguro: i miss the single gojo

inumaki: im back whatd i miss???

inumaki: oh nvm im leaving again

[arcade-confetti]

Hes so silly and we love him for it

[andcars]

# 𝗠𝗩𝟯𝟯 ─── GAMER MOMENTS MASTERLIST⠀REQUEST ME⠀TAGLIST⠀PATREON GUIDE⠀AO3

YOU'RE A MINECRAFT STREAMER and get in contact with some new guys. one of them won't stop bullying you. it's kinda silly how he acts like he's being subtle that he's trying to flirt with you.

TAGS. . . # fluff, bullying as flirting, pining max verstappen, 'oblivious' reader, minecraft streamers

FIC STYLE. . . # social media au (instagram chats, tweets)

zsync

ty FSMP for having me. that being said, hopefull i didn't give too much of a bad impression to some of ya'll....

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stellaroit i MISSED A ZSYNC STREAM?!?!?

orrifices RIP it was a funny stream

stellaroit what happened the vod isn't out yet

rudemi played minecraft in a new friend group and just decided to cause chaos towards this other streamer the entire time

angeleles who the hell is this lion33 dude and why did he have to hog all the wheat

divissx CHAT THE FURNACE IS NOT FURNACING!! highlight of the stream

lion33 mate i need u to leave the smp

albonono You're just jealous she got all the diamonds in the main island

lion33 completely unrelated

zsync (i'm not) sorry max

ynpng

chat i am not washed at minecraft

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georgerussell Disagree

ynpng like i ASKED

alexalbono Slay

alexalbono Btw why're u off priv do u know that

ynpng yessir

alexalbono Suspicious

alexalbono Are you joining the server soon. Max is annoying me

ynpng stop hogging my comments + maybe idk i'm still bitter abt him killing my cows

lion33

appreciate @ albonono for letting me on his stream. i do have his password now btw

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zsync WAS THAT WHY ALEX WAS JUST MUTED THE ENTIRE TIME?? IT WAS YOU??

lion33 lol

albonono @ zsync he was enjoying receiving flowers from you too much

lion33 your base? exploded.

shouula i love having a pov of max smiling like an idiot when yn was treating him like alex (aka kindly)

vrikrik real. yn is living the y/n life. what i would do to make him smile like that

albonono If u wanted to flirt do it on your own stream I literally went to piss

lion33 ???

massuech dude this is the weirdest softlaunch ever

zsync @ zsyncc · 28 October i'm never playing this game again

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Max V @ lion33 · 28 October — Replying to @ zsyncc ur being dramatic lol my house was griefed i needed somewhere to stay 41 replies 331 likes

mia 🕸 @ webberstrr · 28 October — Replying to @ lion33 just say you wanted to put your beds together in minecraft and leave 2 replies 6 likes

EVE @ eeves1 · 28 October so we agree that max and yn were flirting the entire thing right

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EVE @ eeves1 · 28 October — Replying to @ eeves1 i don't like rpf but it is kinda funny how max was goading yn on like a kindergarten with a crush 3 replies 7 likes

zsync

my beautiful house before it was INVADED BY THE DUTCH (also here's the mirmir bath pics ya'll begged for)

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pineeapper KITTYYY

lion33 you could've just said no

zsync would u have taken no as an answer?

lion33 no haha this is what u get for stealing my diamonds

littelorrenst chaotic stream as always

piapastry no one else gonna question the weird domesticity of her and max? no? ok

albonono Why're you reposting the mirmir pics from your "priv" account

zsync because i can

lion33 what? u have a priv?

Yn | You are now private messaging @ ynpng 142 followers · 521 posts

lion33 this isn't private lmao

ynpng no i just took it off priv for a bit

lion33 oh. ok btw like do u wanna film something tgt soon

ynpng yea sure why not

lion33 cool cool yea friday?

ynpng sure

lion33 shared a location

ynpng huh

lion33 where we can meet. alex told me you live near me so

ynpng wait omfg i thought u meant like stream

lion33 oh it's ok if u want it to be just a stream like minecraft or smthn

ynpng no no its okay. i need new vid on my main yt anyways

lion33 u sure? lol it's ok if u dont wanna film irl w me

ynpng stop being such a hard ass maxy. i say yes to filming

lion33 cool. thanks btw i really like ur videos 👍

zsync

causing chaos in the toy store in my new video. thank you @ lion33 for featuring and being my slave for the day

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wiiredxs never thought id get to see max doing an irl vlog willingly

hamiston who messed with the timeline why am i seeing max and yn tgt

vrikrik RIGHT like max flew a plane just to film this video 😭 they live in diff continents

lion33 sighs

albonono Your flirting technique sucks

lion33 shut the fuck up

orrifices am i delusional is this not the equivalent to teasing ur friend over his crush

grussell Yn, I hope you're seeing this

zsync seeing what

grussell Crikey...

Yn | You are now private messaging @ ynpng

georgerussell I don't wanna be the bearer of news... But Max has a crush on you

ynpng that's crazy dawg

georgerussell Okay I need some more reaction than that Me and the guys' GC have been talking about it ever since the first FSMP stream

ynpng whattttttt he's whatttttttt

georgerussell What in the Have you like known this the entire time

ynpng George. The man is a Monaco based streamer. I do not live in Monaco. He told me that Alex said we live near each other. I can kinda tell when people have a crush...

georgerussell And that's just your reaction!? I still expected something!

ynpng ill give u a reaction if he does something more obvious in the next stream

zsync @ zsyncc · 8 November fsmp birthday stream 2nite y'all. wish me bday luck i need netherite

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EVE @ eeves1 · 8 November alright are we ever going to talk about how max (and im entirely sure it's max) put netherites in yn's chest like that was so cute...

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♠ | FIO @ butt3fl1es · 8 November WHY DID I ENTER THE STREAM TO MAX MAXPLAINING ABOUT MONACO BOYS NOT BEING FUCKBOYS!?!?

WHAT IS HE YAPPING ABT

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#33 @ quetoii · 8 November someone needs to tell max his cam is still on everyone can see him giggling after yn thanked him for his gift

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dumb blonde moment @ jaccalps · 8 November — Replying to @ quetoii it's his fault anyways like no one streams minecraft w their cam on for maximum laziness

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ynpng 🔒

@ lion33 thanks for the present! and you, I guess. but seriously, you need like better courting skills. my nephew could do way better than you and he's 3yo

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alexalbono I'm sorry, courting!?

ynpng if bullying me counts as courting yeah

georgerussell ... No one won the bet

lion33 this is why you don't start a bet

georgerussell Mate, no one expected you to try and get with her like two weeks when you first met

ynpng ok to clarify, we are not dating. he's funny and he's rich so im letting him try

layladook girl whyre you a red flag 😭

lion33 my fave color has always been red

🗒 𝗣𝗔𝗣𝗘𝗥 𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗟 . . . ok so i decided to do like my tweets as the text so it was easier for me to make this + less images uploaded. feel free to tell me if it's better or bad from how i used to do it before. anyways this was funny to write. i love minecraft. i love that max loves minecraft. it's just a bunch of tomfoolery around here also, my birthday is actually on the 8th so lil easter egg lmao ˎˊ˗ ᝰ.

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[roseyodditea]

Insomnia - Lighter x gn!Reader

Summary -> 888 words on the DOT. Lighter helps you fall asleep Warnings -> None. Self indulgent tho. I am so tired and in desperate need for some warm cuddles right now

You shift underneath the scratchy knitted blanket, roll on the mattress pad that was too thin, move the pillow that was somehow too warm even when you flipped it over, trying so hard to fall asleep, but nothing was working. This wasn’t your cushy New Eridu apartment, this was a guest… shack… in Blazewood. You were thankful you were able to spend the night after losing track of time taste testing Nitro Fuel with Burnice. The problem? You taste tested Nitro Fuel with Burnice. It was 3 in the morning, the sun long set, and the chill across the desert settled in comfortably, and your chest hurt. 

You can’t take it anymore, rolling out of the bed and stepping out into cold air. A nice little walk to calm your racing heart and jittery body. You didn’t realize you were just pacing in circles until you felt a hand on your shoulder. 

“You alright?” The low voice asked from behind you, barely above the breeze in the night. 

You practically jumped out of your skin, whipping around to see the large man who had somehow snuck up on you. “Oh! Lighter, don’t scare me like that.” You punched his shoulder playfully and he dramatically rubbed it, acting like you hurt him.

“I am wearing a leather jacket that creaks when I walk. If I snuck up on you, that’s your fault.” He flicks your forehead, his eyes hidden behind the thick sunglasses even if it was the middle of the night.

You roll your eyes and look up to the sky for a brief moment before looking back. “I was distracted. And before you give me the whole ‘you can’t let your guard down in the outer ring’ bullshit, I know. I’m just…”

“Antsy.” He responds, arms holding your shoulders as he watches how your body jitters and shakes. “Burnice get you?” “Yea- Hey wait! Is that why you ran off today!?”

“No comment.” He smirks wider as you huff and pout. “Thanks for taking the fall.” He holds out his hand for a fist bump, which you begrudgingly return. 

“You owe me. Because my chest hurts and I can’t sleep.” You grumble, missing the look of empathy that washed over his face. 

“Back when I was a merc, I learned how to fall asleep anywhere fast. I can give you some advice?”

You try not to smile at the offer. Honestly with how he looks, you often forget how sweet of a man he really was. “That would be really nice, yeah.”

He places his hand on your back between your shoulders and guides you back into the guest house you were staying in. “Get in bed. That’s always the first step.” 

“You’re so funny, ya know?” You scoff and lay down, getting under the blanket, the fibers scratching your skin. 

“I know. Now take a few deep breaths, but don’t move any other part of your body.” He got up and started turning off the lights around you as you breathe. “Just try not to move too much, you want your body to relax, and tossing and turning will make you even more awake.” His voice drops, like he was trying to soothe you to sleep. 

“My heart feels like it’s going to explode. This isn’t helping, Lighter.” You sigh, defeated.

“What normally helps you sleep?”

You think for a moment, only coming up with an embarrassing answer. “Well… With my last partner, whenever they’d cuddle me it always helped me fall asleep faster.”

The silence was deafening, your heart now racing from the awkwardness of the situation, you didn’t even hear the sound of a zipper, buckles, and of leather moving. 

“I know that’s weird but I-” Your words cut off when you felt the mattress dip, a wall of warmth cupping against your back, a strong arm keeping the scratchy blanket off of your skin. “Lighter?”

“I’ve had Burnice, Lucy, and Ceaser hanging off of me for fun for too damn long now. This is nothing.” He said almost proudly. “I’ve got you. You can sleep now.” His voice was softer than you had ever heard it as he moved to place his sunglasses on the nightstand. 

“You’re a lot more soft than I expected.” You roll over in his grip to face him, seeing him in that black, torn up t shirt he wore under his leather jacket, his eyes unblocked for once. “Like… in the emotional sense, not in the… muscles way.” You cough awkwardly and he chuckles.

“Call me overprotective.” He responded and pulled your head to his chest, holding you close. 

“I’m not even part of the Sons of Calydon.”

“Eh. Honorary member.”

“...Can I borrow Red Moccus-”

“No.”

It didn’t take long for you to fall asleep with his hand tracing your spine through your sleep shirt. He was warm, sturdy, and a wonderful rock in the sea of insomnia. Your sleep was the most restful you had gotten in a long time, your dreams peaceful, your sleep uninterrupted. All thanks to Lighter…

**********

…Well… Until the next morning. You were woken up by what you thought must have been an earthquake, or a train somehow passing by with the way the walls practically shook, only to realize it was a loud snoring coming from the chest beneath your head. 

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[ashlovesfood]

after bruce got you pregnant, your body started to transition.

in the best way he could say, you were looking so fucking sexy, head to toe. your body was getting used to growing a baby inside your womb, making your hormones help along. you stomach swelled, the bump sending bruce straight to heaven.

but god, your breasts were the best of all. you were starting to feel your boobs get larger, expand with milk for the baby.

you didn't realize how much pregnancy took a toll on your body, you were constantly sore from carrying another human being in you and you focused so much on the babies safety that you could barely take a look at yourself. when you walked past the mirror, you stopped and looked at your top. your top was soaked through, the damp circles on your shirt making you realize.

lactation, the body goes through a hormone shift which helps the body produce milk. but the baby hasn't popped out yet.. you were conflicted, squeezing the flesh as more milk seeped out of your nipples. bruce just had to walk in at that moment.

"you're lactating, need some help with that bun?" he was right behind you, rubbing your tummy as he placed a kiss on your temple. his lips brushed along your ear, placing gentle kisses along your shoulder as your hands guided him. "help me out, brucey.."

he lifted your top up, revealing the swollen peaks that leaked with milk. the sight of you just made him hard, his lower half grinding against your ass. bruce rubbed your nipples between his fingers, using his thumb to stimulate your areola.

"oh- sensitive! 'm more sensitive than usual bruce..." you arched along his front, leaning your head against his shoulder. the creamy liquid dripped along your tits, streaks of milk running along your torso as bruce continued to play with you.

"my special baby. lets take this to the bed, yea?" bruce grabbed your hand and guided you towards the bedroom, gently pressing you against the bed. his mouth latched onto the hard peaks, drinking the golden liquid that came from you. "don't- suck so hard.. ngh." bruce was stimulating your other nipple with his hand, squeezing the tip.

your milk was shooting out like a fountain, the white liquid exploding out. it dripped on the sheets, the floor, your body, making you look perfect in his eyes.

bruce rubbed along your pussy, using his palm to feel your clit. you were barely holding on, clinging onto his shoulders as he relentlessly touched you. "ah- nhooo! cominggguh!" your panties became wet, your breasts emptied all of its milk out into bruces mouth. he came in his pants.

"did so good for me baby." bruce rubbed your head, picking your limp body up as he went towards the shower. looks like he got his fill <3

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[hazymoonlinh]

Mydei lovers, hear me out-

Enemies to closer enemies.

The kind of woman who Mydei, with all his pride and control, fucking despises because he can’t predict her, can’t control her, can’t even stop thinking about her — and worse, can’t deny the fact that somewhere deep inside, he understands her. Maybe even agrees with her.

She’s the storm he wishes he could command—

and the storm that will tear him apart.

HE DOESN’T KNOW WHAT TO DO WITH HER.

⸻

And Mydei hates her because:

She’s wild. Untamable. Breaks every rule he believes in. But not entirely bad.

She makes him feel things — rage, temptation, desire — that he’s spent his whole life controlling.

Deep down, he knows she’s necessary in a world this broken… and he despises that truth.

⸻

The air stank of blood and burning silk.

The once-grand estate crumbled behind you, a funeral pyre for men who’d made their fortunes on broken backs.

And there you stood, painted in red, smiling like the goddamn devil.

When he arrived — boots heavy against the scorched earth — you turned to greet him with a careless wave, dripping gore from your fingertips.

“Well, well,” you drawled, voice lilting, wicked. “If it isn’t the lion himself. Come to roar at me, Mydei?”

His fist clenched at his side. That look — that utter disgust in his molten eyes — should’ve made you flinch. Instead, you laughed. High, delighted, unrepentant.

“You think this is a joke?” His voice was low, trembling with rage barely leashed.

“You butchered everyone.”

You tilted your head, like a cat watching a mouse squeal.

“Only the ones who deserved it,” you purred. “The rest screamed so nicely, though. You should’ve heard them beg.”

He was on you in a breath — iron hand snatching your wrist midair, yanking you close enough for your noses to nearly touch. His body was hot, burning under his battle-worn armor.

“You’re insane,” he hissed.

“You’re welcome,” you whispered back, sweetly.

He should have crushed you. He should have struck you down where you stood.

Instead, for one blinding heartbeat, he just looked at you — and you saw it.

That flicker. That undeniable, unforgivable fascination.

He hated you. Gods, he hated you.

And that hate was alive between you — breathing, snarling, aching.

You smiled wider, sharper.

“What’s wrong, Mydei?” you cooed. “Afraid you’ll fall in love?”

The growl he loosed was almost inhuman.

But he didn’t let go.

Not yet.

⸻

Oh, yea, you love you tease him. Mocking, unhinged jokes, whispers madness.

“You always play so fair,” your voice lilted from the darkness. “How boring.”

And-

Perhaps in another of your both “accidental meet up”, a crystal trap you’d planted exploded under his boots, a sudden deafening blast that shook the ruins.

He staggered — just for a moment — raw and real and angry.

You were on him before he could recover — hands curling into his armor, yanking him down — and without a heartbeat’s warning, you kissed him.

Hard.

Vicious.

Mocking.

The impact of it would stunned him more than any blade could have.

You tasted blood and smoke and something dangerously human.

And when you pulled away —

still grinning, still so close he could feel your breath against his mouth — you whispered:

“Congratulations, Mydei. You just lost.”

For a second — an unbearable, skin-scorching second — he didn’t move.

And then—

Everything snapped.

His hand caught your jaw — rough, bruising — not cruel, but furious, furious at himself, at you, at everything he couldn’t control.

You thought he would shove you away.

Instead —

he dragged you closer.

Teeth gritted. Eyes burning. His forehead slammed against yours, hard enough to hurt, to feel.

“You are a fucking curse,” he growled, voice wrecked.

“And you,” you breathed, smiling even through the sting, “love it.”

—

Two predators circling the same kill — but only one is smiling like she’s dancing,

and the other is grinding his teeth, trying not to lose his mind.

And you, darling — only you — are teasing.

The chase of cat and mouse goes on and on, kisses that always makes him yearning for more even if he fucking refused to admit it, until one day.

He was ordered to retrieve a treasure. An old relic. And of course, coincidentally, that’s also your target.

Mydei’s boots echoed against broken stone as he stalked forward, eyes sharp, body tense.

Every instinct screamed that he wasn’t alone.

And then—

A soft, musical laugh, like a silver bell in the dark.

From atop a crumbling balcony, you appeared —

perched like a wraith in your black battle coat, a mischievous glint in your eye, dagger twirling lazily between your fingers.

“My, my,” you cooed, resting your chin in your palm. “Did the lion come hunting for gold?”

He didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.

His glare was a vow in itself.

You hopped down — landing gracefully before him with a flourish — and gave a mock curtsy.

“Tell you what,” you said, voice syrupy. “We can share.”

He moved — fast, furious — swinging to knock the dagger from your hand.

But you danced back, laughing, letting his blow whistle past your throat by a breath.

“Temper, temper,” you chided, spinning around him in a slow, taunting circle.

Your fingers brushed his shoulder — featherlight, mocking — and he tensed like a drawn bow.

“You think you’re fast enough to take it from me?” he snarled.

You smiled, sweet as poison.

“No, darling. I know you aren’t.”

And the waltz began.

You slipped around him — teasing touches, whispered jabs, never quite close enough for him to grab — a living flame just out of reach.

He swung. You ducked.

He lunged. You twisted, your coat brushing his hip, your laughter dancing in the empty halls.

“You’re cute when you’re frustrated,” you teased, tapping your dagger lightly against his armor. “Maybe I’ll let you hold me… if you say please.”

A growl rumbled deep in his chest.

The kind of sound predators make right before they strike.

He was strong. He was relentless.

But you —

you were a storm made flesh, spinning just out of his grasp.

Every time he thought he had you cornered, you slipped away —

gracing him with a wink, a smirk, a feather-soft brush of your fingers across his burning skin.

He hated it.

He hated how good you felt brushing against him.

And somewhere between the parry and the dodge, the chase and the retreat —

he realized the truth:

He didn’t want the treasure anymore.

He wanted you.

—

Finally, he let you took the relic away.

Defeated.

Of course, fate takes a turn. Because why not ?

A new mission for you. A party like a bacchanal, bodies writhing, music pounding, wine flowing —

and right in the middle, you, betting your own life against an enemy.

A gamble where the stakes are death, desire, and domination.

Your enemy — a general you had humiliated once, who had sworn to see you broken — leaned across the table, smiling with shark’s teeth.

Between you?

Two goblets of wine.

One laced with a sweet, fatal poison.

One harmless.

The rules were simple:

You choose first.

You drink first.

If you live, you get the information you came for.

If you die — well….

So you drank, of course you did.

“Oops, wrong cup.”

Then you leaned down —

your mouth brushing the shell of his ear —

and whispered.

And with a flick of your wrist —

you pressed a tiny dagger to his gut.

And that’s when Mydei, who was watching, moved.

He didn’t care about subtlety anymore.

He crossed the room in three strides —

grabbed your wrist in a bruising grip —

and yanked you into him.

You collided with his chest —

laughing breathlessly —

still drunk on victory, and maybe on something darker too.

“Stupid,” he snarled low against your temple. “Reckless. Mad.”

“So what~?”

And he pulls you away.

From everyone, from the eyes that’s not supposed to look at you.

To his place. He’s finally gonna unleashing everything he’s bottled up —

but halfway through, he realizes…

You’re slipping.

Not because you’re teasing.

Not because you’re mocking him.

Because you actually drank the damn poison.

And now you’re burning up from the inside —

and he’s the idiot who didn’t see it fast enough.

—

It hit you like a blade.

One second, you were clinging to him —

smiling with your beautiful, broken little smirk —

and the next —

white-hot agony.

Your body seized.

You screamed — a sound ripped from somewhere primal and wild —

clawed at your own skin, trying to tear the burning out of yourself.

He cursed violently —

catching you as you dropped, writhing —

but you didn’t even recognize him anymore.

You thrashed.

You fought.

You hit him — hard — a wild, savage punch that would’ve knocked a lesser man down.

You tried to bite him, to tear your way out of his grasp, blinded by the poison roaring through your veins like fire.

He didn’t flinch.

He didn’t let go.

“Fuck— Y/N—” he gritted, forcing you down, pinning your arms to your sides as you kicked and screamed and tried to claw your way free.

Your nails tore bloody streaks across his skin.

Your heel smashed into his thigh hard enough to bruise.

You bucked and snarled like a dying animal.

It broke him to see you like that.

“Stop—” he growled, voice shaking, wrestling you down as you sobbed against the floor. “You’re killing yourself— stop—!”

You didn’t hear him.

You didn’t hear anything but the roaring in your skull.

You twisted, shrieking, trying to claw your way across the stone —

and he finally snapped.

He slammed his weight down, straddling your hips, grabbing your wrists and pinning them to the ground above your head.

Held you there —

shaking, burning, furious.

His blood dripped from the scratches you left on him.

Your blood stained his hands.

But he didn’t let you go.

“Look at me,” he barked, his forehead pressed to yours, trying to drag you back from the abyss.

“Y/N, fucking look at me—!”

Your vision blurred.

Through the haze — the madness —

you found his face.

His wild, desperate eyes.

Not the enemy you always fought.

Not the king you loved to defy.

Just Mydei —

raw, furious, broken —

begging you not to leave.

Tears slipped down your cheeks — helpless, ugly.

Your body finally sagged beneath him, spent and trembling.

You whimpered — a soft, broken sound —

and he pressed his forehead harder against yours, like he could anchor you to this world through sheer will alone.

“You stupid,” he choked, voice raw. “You reckless, beautiful idiot.”

You whimpered again, softer.

And just as he thought you’re too weak to fight anymore —

Your voice — ragged, wrecked — breathed against his skin:

“Hot… I want…”

He froze —

every muscle locked tight —

as your words slithered through his blood like poison.

You didn’t even know what you were asking.

Not really.

But your body knew.

Your hunger knew.

Your hips shifted against him, a clumsy, pleading grind.

Your breath scorched his neck, your lips grazing the fresh bite mark.

“Please…” you whimpered, a whisper so soft, so desperate, it shattered him.

Something inside him snapped.

—

(TO BE CONTINUED HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA)

[cup1dluvhss]

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐁𝐀𝐋𝐋, written by cup1dluvhs

˖ ࣪ 𝜗𝜚 jim gets into a fight with roy and defends you during the basketball game after roy slaps your ass in front of everyone, and one thing leads to another..

| warnings: assault, fluff, kinda smutty?

| taking requests!

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you held the handrails as you stepped down the staircase into the warehouse, pam at your side as you moved hastily due to the heels on your feet. you regretted not wearing those pink flats you had bought yourself over the weekend.

michael had decided out of nowhere that it’d be fun to hold a basketball game with the office versus the warehouse, but you could tell by the way everyone hesitantly agreed that no one wanted to be here on a monday morning. i mean, anything was better than working, though.

‘so who are you rooting for?’ pam asked you, brushing some of her curls behind her ear as she stepped down the remaining steps of the staircase.

‘oh, the office. jim told me i better be shouting words of encouragement the whole game or else.’ you said, giving her a smile which quickly faded when you saw the look on her face.

‘no. no, pam. it’s nothing. please don’t do this again.’ you moaned as you followed her down to what had been marked as the sidelines, the court all ready and set up.

‘i just don’t know why the two of you haven’t just gotten together already. it’s obvious you both like each other.’ pam said, shrugging her shoulders.

‘shut up, he’s coming!’ you squeaked as your eyes met with jim’s as he walked toward you, roy at his side.

‘hey. sorry you have to watch this. i know you’d much rather be upstairs playing games on your computer.’ jim said as he came within closer proximity of you, his words leaving you letting out breathy giggles, an action which triggered pam to zone out of her conversation with roy and look at you.

‘don’t worry about it halpert. it’ll all be worth it if you win, though.’ you said, titling your head playfully at him.

the action caused his eyes to linger on you a little longer than they should have, his gaze fixated on the adorable look on your pretty face.

‘well, i’ll do the best i can for you. by the way, that only applies if your screaming for me the whole time.’ jim said, a smirk playing at his lips.

before you could respond, michael’s voice boomed loudly across the warehouse, signalling it was time for the teams to gather.

‘good luck. don’t get hurt.’ you said, reaching forward and patting his arm encouragingly. you could feel pam’s gaze burning into the side of your face.

jim was about to say something, that was before roy had turned to face you away from pam.

‘hey, y/n. if i win, can i get a minute alone with you?’ he said, a loud laugh erupting from him the second the words spilled from his mouth.

to say you were disgusted was an understatement, and when you turned to look for help from pam, she was staring at the floor with glossy eyes.

jim however, had clenched fits and knuckles that were going white. he was mad. anyone who ever spoke about you like that in front of him would for sure know not to do it again by the time he was finished with them.

‘hey man, do you mind?’ jim said sternly, turning his body toward roy, practically shielding him from getting to you. god, you loved when he got like this. this wasn’t the first time roy or anyone from the warehouse had hit on you.

‘why don’t you mind your own business, halpert? if the lady has a problem with it why doesn’t she tell me herself?’ he said, turning to look at you with an expectant look, a ‘hm?’ sound coming from his mouth before he walked off to join his team at the center of the court.

jim looked as if he were about to explode, his demeanour darkening considerably after roy had left, his eyes staring daggers into the back of his head.

without thinking, you grabbed his face and pulled it back to look at you, your eyes fixated on his.

‘don’t worry about him. in fact, make him pay for it on the court. yeah?’ you said to him, you hand slowly sliding off of his face and down his chest, before resuming its previous position back at your side.

‘what do you want me to do to him?’ he said, leaning forward slightly so that he was out of earshot of pam. even though roy was being an asshole, he knew she wouldn’t want to hear of any plans to physically hurt her fiancée.

‘whatever you want. anything.’ you said softly, looking up at him with your big eyes.

‘anything i want? you are playing a dangerous game, sweetheart.’ he said, his words practically making your knees buckle, your cheeks going blood red at the nickname.

‘just don’t kill him, okay?’ you said, smiling at him as he nodded and turned away, leaving to join his team in the center of the court.

you turned to pam, hoping that she wasn’t angry or mad at you. yes, it wasn’t your fault roy had hit on you, but you could still imagine that she wouldn’t be too keen on talking to you.

‘pam, i’m sorry.’ you said, stepping closer to your colleague, a reassuring arm finding its way on her shoulder.

‘that’s not your fault, y/n. just wish he’d say that stuff to me.’ she mumbled, leaning her head against your shoulder. roy could live a thousand lifetimes and never deserve pam.

the blowing of a whistle suddenly snapped you out of your thoughts, and you found your eyes fixated on jim the moment the ball went into the air. you hated sports, but right now, you could make an exception.

a few minutes had gone by of non stop scoring on the warehouses behalf, and you were still wondering what exactly jim was planning to do to get roy back. the moment that you had conjured that thought, roy’s elbow was swinging into jim’s nose.

‘what the fuck?’ you said, taking a few steps forward out of shock. no whistle had been blown to indicate that anything roy had done was out of line.

almost instantly, the excuses came flooding out of his mouth, a smug look on his face which you knew was bound to make jim want to punch him. and he didn’t punch him, but he did shove him.

roy had squared up on jim afterward, and a flood of empty threats spilled out of his mouth. michael thankfully called for half time, because you were sure that roy was going to end up dead if they were to continue arguing.

jim walked in your direction with a pissed off look on his face, sweat coating his forehead as he reached forward and grabbed the bottle of water you had held out for him to take. as he drank, you then realised he had never looked hotter.

he had blood on his face from the elbow in the nose he had received from roy, and his hair was disheveled almost perfectly that it seemed unnatural. it took you an embarrassingly long amount of time to realise you were staring.

‘is your nose okay?’ you asked, breaking the silence as he handed the water back to you.

‘don’t worry about it, y/n.’ he said bluntly, brushing his hair away from his face as he avoided your gaze.

‘hey, come on. don’t get mad over roy. he’s an idiot, and you’re way smarter and better looking anyway.’ you said, unable to stop the words from coming out of your mouth. oh boy.

‘oh yeah?’ jim said, a smirk playing on his lips as he observed the flustered expression on your face.

although, before you could make any attempt to respond, you felt a slapping sensation on a certain part of your body and an all familiar laugh come from behind you.

there was no point in making any attempt to stop jim from tackling roy to the ground, because you knew you wouldn’t be able to stop him. but there was no harm in trying.

‘jim, come on stop!’ you said, trying to grab onto his arms as he threw punch after punch on roy’s face, some of the guys from the warehouse now gathering around in attempt to pull jim off of roy.

michael had begun to chant ‘fight’, but was quickly silenced by a stern look from pam while she was trying to grab roy away from jim.

once jim had finally been pulled away by a total of four guys, he stormed out of the warehouse and back in the direction of the office, and it didn’t take you long to run right after him.

‘jim, slow down!’ you called after him as you followed in his footsteps back into the office, finding him standing next to your desk with his head in his hands.

‘hey.’ you said softly, walking up to him and pulling his hands away from his face, an expression on his face that you had not yet seen before.

‘god, y/n. i don’t think i’ve ever been more angry in my life.’ he said, his gaze avoiding yours as you found your face flushing slightly.

‘well, thanks. i shouldn’t be encouraging this behaviour but in this case i will. i appreciate what you did for me.’ you said, your tone genuine as he finally let his eyes meet yours. all of a sudden, he started laughing. and you did too.

‘he’s pathetic.’ he said, shaking his head and releasing another laugh before silence fell between the two of you, and both of your eyes interlocked.

you cleared your throat, walking toward his desk while playing with your fingers. you were nervous to be in a room alone with him. you weren’t sure if this had ever happened before.

‘y/n.’ jim said, following after you and standing in front of you, your back to his desk as you racked your brain for something to say.

you turned around, picking up a pen on his desk, before examining it closer. god, you were hopeless.

‘you know, i heard the factory where they make these isn’t far from here.’ you said, feeling his presence closer behind you. you were nervous to turn around.

‘y/n.’ he repeated, this time more desperately. you felt your heart rate quicken as you turned around, and the second you did, his hands were on either side of your face and his lips were meeting yours hungrily.

‘jim.’ you breathed in between each moment your mouths weren’t connected, a soft hum coming from him telling you he was in no place to stop.

your lips moved together like a rhythm, his tongue brushing your bottom lip before slipping into your mouth, soft moans emitting from you as one of his hands fell down to your thigh, his fingers tracing circles on your skin.

his other hand fell down from your neck and both slipped around the back of your legs, lifting you onto his desk effortlessly. a few things on his desk fell of and clattered on the floor, but he was too focused on you to care.

his lips fell from yours to your neck, his mouth working against your skin almost as if he’d memorised all the right spots to kiss. his tongue brushed against your skin and teeth nipped your neck, and you were sure there would be marks by the time he was done with you.

you moaned loudly, not being able to help yourself from biting back the noises you were so desperate to make.

‘hey, as much as i love hearing those pretty noises, i don’t want anyone else to hear them except for me, yeah? think you can be quieter?’ he muttered to you, his head dropping back down to your neck, resuming the same pattern he was before.

you nodded profusely, not wanting him to stop anytime soon.

‘let me hear you say it.’ he said against your skin, his fingers digging into your thighs.

‘i’ll be quiet, i promise.’ you practically moaned out, your hand going to the back of his neck to pull his hair as a way to relieve the tension in your body.

‘good girl.’ he said, his words alone making you want to moan even louder then you had before.

‘you have no idea how long i’ve wanted to do this, do you?’ he questioned, his hands gripping your thighs and lifting the tight pencil skirt you wore further and further upward.

‘jim, i really don’t wanna do this in the office.’ you said, placing your hands on top of his to prevent him from going any further.

‘good point.’ he said, giving your neck one last kiss before pulling away from you, letting you slip off his desk and readjust your clothes.

he watched you as you did so, and couldn’t help but stare. god, you were so perfect. he didn’t know how he’d lasted this long without touching you the way he’d done a minute before.

‘we should probably go back down there. and i presume you do wanna see me slap the shit out of roy, right?’ you said with a smug look on your face, your smile widening the minute you saw jim’s eyes immediately lighting up.

‘oh you wouldn’t.’ he said, his gaze fixated on you to see if there was any sign you weren’t going to do what you said you were.

‘wanna bet?’ you said, turning your back to him and walking back toward the direction of the warehouse, giggling to yourself at the sound of jim’s gasp and his footsteps close behind yours.