#personal assistant!reader

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 1

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.    **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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“So let’s raise a glass one last time to our fearless leader and King of Fashion, Tony Stark!”  Steve said loudly, raising his champagne glass high and turning towards Tony.  Everyone in the room raised their glasses and cheered Tony’s name, who was holding back some tears behind his blue tinted sunglasses.  He smiled quickly and raised his glass before taking a big swig of his champagne, and everyone else joined him.  They all clapped afterwards and Tony gave a short bow.

“Thank you, thank you very much,” he said loudly, gesturing for everyone to quiet down.  “I just want to thank all of you for being here and believing in us, in this, in me, and for trusting me with your careers all these years.  And I’d like to thank a couple of people specifically who have made this the greatest career I could have ever hoped for, and without whom I would not be here today.  First to my wife, Pepper,” he turned to her next to him and everyone clapped for her.  “You have always been my best friend and biggest supporter, and the reason I get up in the morning.  And I’d also like to thank my work wife,” he turned to Y/N with a playful smile on his face.  Y/N laughed and covered her face with her hands, everyone else laughing and clapping their hands for her.  “Without you, Olympus Modeling would not be what it is today,” a collective affirmation of voices came from the people around them.  Y/N shook her head and looked down.  “You have been my confidant, my checks and balances, my ride or die, and I’m pretty sure my life would have imploded 13 years ago if you hadn’t come along.  Thank you for everything that you’ve done for me, and for this agency.  Each of us owe our careers to you in some part,” Tony looked over the room of models, talent scouts and editors.  They all nodded in agreement, wide smiles on their faces as they looked at her.  

“Now, I know I’ve been secretive on who I’m being replaced with.  I wanted to be sure that whoever I handed my pretty P.A. down to would be worthy of her,” he said, looping an arm around Y/N’s shoulders.  She rolled her eyes.  “I’m sure most if not all of you know him.  He started his modeling career here at Olympus before becoming a mega supermodel in his own right.  Please give a warm welcome to my protege, the new director of Olympus Modeling, Bucky Barnes!”

The room erupted in applause.  Bucky Barnes came walking forward from the back of the room where he had been hiding in the sea of beautiful faces.  Y/N knew who he was, and had worked with him when he was first starting out as a model years before.  He was generally nice from what she could remember, and insanely attractive.  His long, dark brown hair and beard were now slowly streaking with white and gray around his temples and his chin, making him look even more handsome if that was possible, and his bright blue eyes stunned Y/N every time.  His career had been one for the ages, modeling and walking for almost every fashion house at least once, and he was a staple at every fashion week.  He walked up to Tony with a wide easy smile and hugged him tight.  He turned to Pepper and gave her a small hug before turning to Y/N.  She didn’t expect him to hug her but he did, giving her a short hug that she quickly reciprocated.  He was tall and broad, firm muscles under her hands that she politely and barely touched before pulling away.  He turned back to the crowd of people and politely smiled.

“I trust you all to be on your best behavior and give Bucky the deference and respect you’d give me…then triple it,” Tony laughed.  “Bucky,” he gestured to him to speak.

Bucky nodded before addressing the room.  “Hello everyone!  I’m excited to get started.  I’ve been longtime friends with some of you,” he winked at Steve and looked at a couple of other models, “and as for the rest of you I look forward to getting to know you better.  I plan to do as Olympus has always done and be a beacon of beauty in all its forms.  I want you all to know that I know where you’re coming from, I’ve been there, and I want you all to have safe, productive, and successful careers.  So thank you, Tony,” he turned to him and clapped a hand on his back, “for entrusting me with your legacy.  I hope to make you proud.”

Tony gave him an appreciative smile and sniffed quickly.  “Ahem, enough of this sappy shit.  So, let’s party, and then I’ll be out of your hair.  Drink up!” he shouted and the DJ in the back of the room started the music.  Tony kissed Pepper then turned to Bucky and Y/N.  “Office?”  They both nodded and followed him into what was now Bucky’s office.  Tony closed the door to muffle the music and sat at the main chair one last time.  He rubbed the desk gently before looking up at them sitting across from him.  

“Y/N, I’m sure you remember Bucky,” he said, gesturing to him.  Y/N nodded and turned to Bucky, giving him a small smile.  Bucky gave her a short smile back.  “Bucky, I just wanted to make sure you understand what I’m entrusting you with when it comes to Y/N.”

“Tony, don’t–” Y/N started, leaning forward.

“No, I need to say this,” he gave her a sharp look.  She shut her mouth and sat back, looking down at her hands in her lap.  “I was perfectly serious when I said this place wouldn’t exist with her.  She has been the one constant in my life since she came here 13 years ago, and she will be your greatest asset as you start your journey here.”  Bucky looked at Y/N briefly then back to Tony.  “I also consider her like the daughter I never had.”

“Other than the actual daughter you have,” Y/N muttered, a wry smile on her face.

“She’s only 6, she’ll get over it,” Tony waved away her comment.  “The point is, I love this girl,” he said, pointing to Y/N as he stared deeply at Bucky, “and want her to have a long and happy career here.  I hope that you two can find a good footing together and make this place great, or even greater than I’ve been able to achieve.”

Bucky shifted in his seat before leaning slightly forward.  “I’m sure with how much you and everyone else has been singing her praises, we’ll get along just fine,” he said.  His smooth voice made Y/N chance a glance at him.  His bright blue eyes gave her a long look before settling back on Tony.  

Tony nodded, seeming satisfied with his answer.  He then turned to Y/N and his smile turned watery.  “Oh, Tony, come on,” she said, a lump starting to form in her throat.  “Don’t make me cry in front of my new boss.”

Tony chuckled before looking back at Bucky.  “Could you give us one last minute in this office together?”

Bucky smiled and nodded before standing and walking out, gently shutting the door behind him.  Tony turned back to Y/N and held his hands out to her over the desk.  She quickly sat up and reached for his hands, intertwining them.  He looked at her for a long moment.  “I’m going to miss you,” he said warmly.

“And I’ll miss you,” Y/N said, the tears starting to build in her eyes.  

“It’s been a long but good 13 years,” he sighed, his thumbs rubbing along her knuckles.

“It has,” she agreed with a tight lipped smile.  “Thank you for giving me that chance all those years ago, and teaching me…well, everything I know, really,” she huffed a laugh.  Her tears finally spilled over and she sniffed hurriedly.

“Thank you for everything,” Tony said, his voice trembling.  “He’s a good guy, and I hope you two can take Olympus to the next level.  You’re the best in the business, sweetheart, don’t forget that.”

“All because of you,” Y/N said, her voice straining.  

Tony let go of her hands and stood, rounding the desk and holding his arms open.  Y/N quickly stood and embraced him.  “If he’s not good to you, you call me,” he warned.

Y/N laughed.  “I think I can handle myself.”

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You’re All I’ve Got Tonight

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part i

office exec!Leon S. Kennedy x personal assistant fem!reader

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, dirty talk, kissing, nipple/breast play, grinding, unprotected sex, creampie

Actually looked over with a second pair of eyes by the ever lovely @rex122303 ✌️ you have my unwavering devotion 🙇‍♀️

title from You're All I’ve Got Tonight by The Cars

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You’ve been giving Leon the cold shoulder since that scandalous night in his office. You know it’s not his fault he was suddenly called up by the CEO to handle some business altercation out of state. 

But he could have called you or left a message or, hell, he could have emailed you. So when he shows up a week later, you’re short and to the point, never staying late and always disappearing if it looks like you’ll be alone with him. 

If he’s frustrated with you, you don’t really care (you do, but you’ll never admit it). He’s still cordial, still touchy feely when he can get away with it, like when brushing past you in the boardroom, but you stay firmly polite even if his touch makes you press your thighs together. 

It all comes to a head a few weeks later when an overnight trip to a business summit’s announced for the small team under Leon’s advisement. This small team also includes you, much to your chagrin. So you prep and plan, making sure all the emails are filled with the correct dossiers and agendas for each individual person and marking off the calendar accordingly. 

Leon tries to corner you time and again as you get everything setup, but you’re able to duck out of it every single time. You know it’s not very mature of you to avoid him, but you still feel embarrassed about the reaction you had when he ghosted you, even if it wasn’t entirely his fault. Your pride took one hit already, so now you’re just trying to avoid another. 

The date for the summit arrives far too quickly and you’re all holed up in the rental van to drive out of the city to the nearby retreat that’s hosting. You make small talk with Ark, a really sweet guy who works in IT. He’s friendly without being overbearing so the drive passes by comfortably although not quickly. 

Arriving at the retreat, everyone piles out of the van, grabs their luggage, and makes their way to the front desk. Bad luck on your part lands you at the end of the line standing next to Leon. Surprisingly, he doesn’t try to chat you up or anything, just scrolling on his phone with a little furrow between his brows. You stare ahead watching as the rest of the team grab their room keys and disappear further into the foyer.  

“Hi there and welcome! Checking in?”

The perky brunette behind the desk smiles at you, making you smile back, but before you open your mouth Leon steps in front of you. 

“Hi! Checking in for Kennedy.”

Your smile tightens as you side step so you’re standing a little behind Leon now. The lady sends you a quick sympathetic look as she types in his name. 

“You’re all set, sir,” she hands him a keycard, “if you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

She turns to you and repeats the same greeting making you internally wince in sympathy as she types in your information. Her smile falters and eventually drops into a confused frown. 

“I’m terribly sorry, but it seems like your party has all checked in and there are no more rooms available,” she types for a few more seconds before turning back to you with an apologetic smile, “and seeing as we’re fully booked, you can check and see if one of your colleagues—“

“She can room with me,” Leon offers flippantly, giving the brunette another smile, before turning back to his phone, “it’s not a big deal.”

She turns to you, eyebrows raised in question and you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose.

“It’ll be fine,” you plaster a fake smile on and look over at Leon, “I appreciate it, Mr. Kennedy.”

He gives you a smarmy little grin, “Not a problem, madam secretary.”

You roll your eyes at him and turn back in time to grab the spare keycard. 

The young woman rattles off the same spiel as you grab your luggage, “If you need anything whatsoever please don’t hesitate to contact the front desk or the concierge. Please have a wonderful stay!”

You follow Leon through the foyer and over to the elevators, thanking your lucky stars no one from your office will actually see that you’re bunking with the boss. Butterflies threaten to flutter in your chest but you tamp them down, not letting yourself get swept away like last time. 

Leon lets you stew in your own thoughts as you enter the tenth floor, leading you down the hall to the room you’ll be sharing. He unlocks the door and holds it open, gesturing for you to enter first. You nod and roll your luggage case in behind you only to stop dead in the little hallway into the room. 

“There’s just one bed,” you blurt out, disbelief sweeping over you. 

Leon walks up next to you, letting the door swing shut. 

“Oh wow, that’s really unfortunate,” he shrugs, sounding a little too blasé. 

You squint at his side profile, “I’ll see if they can send in a roller bed—“

Leon scoffs, “Look it’s a king size bed, we can share like civilized adults.”

You purse your lips, “Mmhmm, and it’s not just awfully convenient we ran out of rooms for everyone and now we just happen to have to share a bed?”

Leon grins at you, the one that always makes those damn butterflies flutter.

“Just really weird co-winky-dinks,” his grin widens when you fight the smile wanting to slip out, instead giving him another eye roll. 

“Okay,” you throw your hands up with a sigh, “it’s only a short weekend trip.”

One of the reasons you’ve been avoiding Leon is it’s so easy to slip into the comfortable back and forth you’ve already built up. So it’s next to no time before he’s already weaseled a laugh out of you with his shitty one liner jokes. You’re a little nervous now that you’re kinda back on friendly terms, especially after you explained yourself. 

Now, he’s ordering room service for you both while you jump in the shower, letting yourself spend some extra time on shaving and primping before leaving the bathroom. Not for any ulterior motives or anything you think to yourself as you finish putting on your moisturizer. 

When you come out of the bathroom, Leon slips past you and shuts the door. You see that he hasn’t eaten yet, deciding to wait on you to finish up, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy at the thoughtful gesture. So you wait in turn, drinking some water as you channel surf, settling on a show about an elderly mystery writer who always stumbles upon a murder that needs solving. 

You’re pretty engrossed with J.B. Fletcher’s hunt for the killer, but when Leon steps out of the bathroom he draws all of your attention. His face is obscured as he dries his hair with a towel, leaving you to ogle his bare chest and toned stomach with his low slung sweats sitting on his hips, his happy trail catching your eye last. 

You make sure to be looking away by the time he drops the towel around his shoulders. 

“You should’ve went ahead,” he nudges your side, sitting down next to you on the bed. 

“Eh, just thought I’d wait,” you smile at him, nudging him back as he grabs one of the food containers. 

You grab another container and you both watch the rest of the show as you eat a late dinner. After tossing the trash away, you brush your teeth side by side at the double sinks, and find your way into bed. 

After settling underneath the blankets, Leon rolls over and props his head up on his palm. 

“So no goodnight kiss?” 

You roll over to mirror him, eyes taking in his half smile and damp fringe. 

“What makes you think you should get a goodnight kiss?” 

“Lots of reasons,” his hands shoot out to grab your waist, yanking you into his body. 

“I think you owe me a lot of making up, honey,” he murmurs, dropping a kiss to your cheek. 

One heated kiss leads to another and before you know it—

“Oh god,” you whine, grinding slowly against Leon. 

His cock is trapped in your panties, rubbing all along your dripping slit as he ruts against your cunt. His back rests against the headboard of the hotel room bed with you straddling his lap. 

You’ve been like this for an hour already; his lap and your thighs are soaked in slick and precum. 

“S’good,” he mutters under his breath, dilated eyes watching your tits jiggle, “wanna stay like this for the rest of the weekend.”

Goosebumps trail down your arms as you shiver, body completely bare except for your panties. 

“What about the presentation, sir? The actual summit?”

Leon grins lazily, dragging his eyes up to your face, “What about’em? I’m just trying to hump this little pussy.”

You whimper and rock against him harder.

The grin on his face widens, “Yeah, you like it too, like my fat cock rubbing all over this soaked cunt.”

“Leon,” your nails dig into his shoulders, eyes clenched shut.

“I wanna slide it in, but this feels too good,” he grunts, feeling your clit catch on the tip of his dick, “c’mere and let me suck on those tits, know you like that.”

You rock forward, pressing your chest out as his mouth leans up to suck on your hard nipples. He groans low in his chest as his lips and tongue work one hard bud while his fingers tweak and pinch the other. Your hips give short little thrusts as sharp bolts of arousal buzz in your clit. 

Sloppy sounds of sucking fill the room along with your pants and whines as Leon lathes your breasts with his attention. 

“Leon I want it, want your cock in me, please,” you gasp out as he bites your nipple and runs his tongue across it over and over until you’re squirming against him. 

“Think you deserve it?” he kisses across your breasts, teeth nipping at the skin as he swaps to the other nipple.  

“Please, want it, I’m so empty,” you whine.

“You've been ignoring me, honey,” he mockingly pouts up at you, lips swollen and hair messy, “outright avoiding me, I’d say.”

“You were mean,” you whine and he pinches your nipples hard making you buck against him.

“I���m being sweet now, aren’t I?” he grunts, sliding his fat cock into your pussy making you squeal from the stretch.

He’s so much bigger than you remember, making your back bow, head tipped back and mouth open, panting while he bullies his dick deeper and deeper into your pussy until he’s bottoming out.

He shushes you as you sink down on his dick with a low cry, “Such a good girl for me. Damn, missed this tight little pussy.”

You shove your breasts into his face making him growl, hands tightening on your hips, sinking you fully down on his cock. Leon’s mouth hotly kisses across your tits, sucking bruises into the sensitive skin. Groaning, he suckles your nipples eagerly until you’re bouncing on his dick. 

You let your hands sink into his soft hair, rocking your hips down hard onto his lap. Mewling, you tug on the silky strands as Leon’s tongue laps across your swollen nipples making you squirm. His hands move up to your waist as he humps your hot wet pussy, burying his cock deep in your throbbing cunt.

Feeling over sensitive, you try to pull his head away from your chest but he only groans, suckling your hard bud deeper into his mouth. His cock kicks and throbs as you slump forward, smooshing your tits into his face. 

“Leon, they’re g’nna be so sore,” you gasp as he nips at the swell of your breasts before pulling away. 

“But you like it, squeezing down on me so tight,” he grins, shaking the hair from his face as he tilts his head up, “now kiss me, sweetheart.”

You whine in the back of your throat and drop your mouth down on his. You feel as Leon scrapes his teeth against your bottom lip. He moans, licking into your mouth, tongue running along yours teasingly. 

He tugs you closer and closer, the kisses becoming more sloppy with spit dripping past your swollen lips. He chuckles when your fingers drop from his hair to cup the back of his head, pulling him forward til there’s no space between you. 

Pulling away for a breath, Leon just tugs you back in for another messy kiss, his hot tongue licking into you again and again.

“Been driving me up the wall, wanted to talk to you so bad,” he lets his head fall back to rest against the headboard as you grind dirtily against him, “had the best sex of my life and when I came back you pretended I didn’t even exist, honey.”

“‘m sorry, sir,” you whimper, eyes fluttering as his cock grinds just right against the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “just got into my own head.”

“S’okay,” he coos up at you, letting one of his hands drop down and tease your swollen clit, “just gonna let this sweet pussy milk a nice thick load outta me.”

“Yeah, yeah, gonna milk your cock so good,” you slur, arching your back so your breasts brush against his mouth. 

He snarls and bites at your soft tits, “That’s it, squeeze my cock.”

You whine, body jerking as he pinches and rubs your pudgy clit, sucking each of your nipples between his teeth to run his tongue across them. The coil in your belly’s winding tighter and tighter as Leon teases your nipples and clit at the same time. 

“Oh,” you gasp out, “g’nna cum, Leon—“

A low cry spills from your mouth as you clamp down on Leon’s dick, pussy walls fluttering and milking his throbbing cock as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“So sexy,” Leon’s hips thrust up into your squelching pussy, “so fucking sexy. Gonna make me cum, baby. Y’ready?”

“Yes, yes, please,” you moan, digging your nails into his chest making him curse under his breath and bury his cock into your sopping wet hole. 

You feel rope after rope of hot, sticky cum spurt inside your cunt, stuffing you so full that it leaks out around his throbbing cock. 

“Beautiful,” he places open mouthed kisses across your clavicle up to your neck, letting his tongue tease across your skin, “such a good girl for me.”

You sigh, feeling blissed out and utterly satisfied. He tugs your head down to kiss you softly at the corner of your mouth.  

“If you want, just relax and I’ll bring a cloth in to clean you up.”

You smile at him sleepily, “Wanna snuggle.”

He returns your sleepy smile with a small one of his own, “You got it, sweetheart.” 

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Harry Styles Fic Recs: One Shots

Friends to Lovers:

Best Friends My Ass by @theonewiththefanfics

the edge of all we've ever known by @stylesharrys

overprotective by @satanhalsey

The one where Y/N is terribly oblivious and Harry is in love with his best friend - H.S by (unknown)

Like You Mean It* - @gucciforasushirestaurant

Famous! Reader:

POUR IT OUT by @watchmegetobsessed

Never Have I Ever by @watchmegetobsessed

goodbye by @peleksstuff

this blurb by @anettesblogs

late late show by @let-me-write-shit

celebrity crush by @inkslingerharry

a talk show and a surprise by @gucciwins

the instagram poll by @ifancyharry

i love you, i'm sorry - @sweetcherryharry

Assistant! Reader:

Tomato - Tomato by @theonewiththefanfics

in which you’re harry’s assistant and harry needs to open his eyes by @havethetimeofyourstyles

shy by @moonchildstyles

ever since new york by @ifancyharry

two for the show by @nationalharryleague

Fluff:

sweet nothings by @pancakes4two

Update (2 parts) by @watchmegetobsessed

love her stupid by @finelinevogue

love me like you do by @stylesharrys

vogue beauty secrets by @avatar-anna

Wishing you were here tonight is like holding on. (CEO!H)** by @guardarecheluna

look into his angel eyes by @thestoryofusstan

Angst:

can't be with you anymore by @lovebittenbyevans

Smut: (click here for my smut masterlist)

trust by @daisyblog

BMWB by @cinemastyles-backup

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[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part twelve//t.c.

Warnings: smut, cursing, smut, cum on body, smut, fluff, dirty talk

This one is long, but it is a smutfest

“You don’t really own any skirts, do you?” Timmy asked you randomly that Monday morning. Luckily, it was only the two of you at his place.

“What?” you frowned slightly at him, having to look up from the laptop.

“Skirts. You never wear them.” he said plainly.

“No? Is that a new requirement or something?” you joked.

He pressed his lips together, shrugging, “Maybe just a suggestion. Take my card to whatever stores you like and buy yourself some skirts.”

“And why should I do that?”

He smirked, walking around the kitchen island to where you were sitting, leaning in close, he said, “Because your boyfriend needs easy access.” He placed his hand on your denim-clad thigh, slowly letting it roam inward.

You gasped as he hovered over your pussy.

“See? Wouldn’t it be better if your jeans weren’t in the way right now?” he pressed his fingers against you through the material, circling slowly.

You swallowed, clearing your throat, “Timothée.”

He leaned in closer to your face, “I want you right now.”

“But we’re working.” you fake protested.

“It can wait.” he said, pulling your chair out, grabbing you by the arm and throwing you over his shoulder.

……

“Aw, yesss!” you cried, gripping the sheets hard as Timmy had you bent over the bed. His hips smacked your ass rapidly as his cock plunged in and out of you.

“Oh, baby…my baby girl. Fuck, you feel so good.” his voice quivered with pleasure. He dug his fingers into your hips, holding you up as you were trembling and unable to keep up on your knees.

You threw your hair back with a huff and caught glimpse of the alarm clock on the nightstand, “Fuck! Timmy, Josh Safdie is calling you in five minutes!”

“That’s all the time we need.” he assured you, ramming his cock in you even faster.

You yelped in surprise, your toes curling as he brought you over the edge of an orgasm.

……….

Timmy had his phone to his ear, talking to his director as he wiped his cum off your belly with a damp cloth.

You couldn’t help but giggle at situation.

He gave you a mock angry look and you covered your mouth, still laughing. “No, Josh, it’s not a bad time. That’s just my assistant being a goofball. But yeah, that all sounds great.”

As he wrapped up the phone call, you took the used cloth to the hamper in the bathroom, using the facility before returning to Timmy’s bedroom. You couldn’t help but notice how comfortable you had become in his place. Yes, it was the setting in which you worked often, but it started to feel like home. He felt like home.

You walked back into his room, grabbing his big t-shirt that he had been wearing earlier, but it had been thrown to the floor. You put the shirt on and sat on the bed as he was saying goodbye to Josh.

“Hey, that’s my shirt.” he teased.

“Sorry, do you want me to take it off?” you smiled cheekily.

Timmy shrugged, eyebrows raised, “I mean, you look great in clothes, but I think I like you out of them just a little bit more.”

“Hm, of course you do you.” you said with a playful eye roll.

“So, are ready to go to Tokyo with me?” he asked you nonchalantly and climbed onto you.

“Tokyo? So filming is still on for Marty Supreme?”

“Yeah, everything is being settled now." he rested his arms over your belly, setting his chin there. "And I want you to come with me.”

“As your assistant or…?”

“My girlfriend and my assistant.” he affirmed. “I need you there with me. You help me with so much and I’ll have a shit ton of new lines to go over."

“If I’m getting paid, then okay.” you grinned.

“Oh, that’s the only reason you’ll go, huh?” he gently bumped his nose on yours.

“What other reasons are there?” you asked coyly.

"Hmm, let’s see, there's the Japanese culture to explore, yummy food, then there’s the A Complete Unknown premiere, and um,” his eyes got a darker as his lips turned up into a smirk, “we can fuck over there." he smirked, moving up your body to kiss your lips.

You moaned softly as he slipped his tongue into your mouth, “Mm, fucking,” you spoke between warm kisses, “is that a promise?” You pecked his lips.

“I would fuck you every hour if I could.” his voice was low, he was still hungry for more even though you just got done making love.

You blushed, “Do you love me that much?”

He nodded, “Yes.”

“Good.” your heart began to race, you knew it was the right time, “Because I love you, Timothée Chalamet.”

His eyes brightened back up, and he smiled wide, “You do?”

“I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t mean-"

He cut you off with a kiss. He took your face in his hands, “Mm, I’m definitely fucking you again, right now.”

You laughed as he assumed the missionary position, holding your thighs. “We’re not going to get any work done today.” you remarked.

……

The next day, Timmy again brought up the topic of you buying some skirts for work, so you decided it’d be best to oblige him. While out running errands for him, you went to some clothing stores, picked out and tried on skirts and purchased a few with his credit card.

It felt strange, carrying items for yourself. You were used to shopping for Timmy, but then again, maybe this was for him. It was his request, after all.

Once you started wearing the skirts, he seemed quite pleased. You had a black pencil skirt that hugged all the right places, and he would take full advantage, running his hand along your hip as you walked by, cupping your ass when he stopped behind you.

One day, you’d worn a mini skirt, plaid patterned and pleated. He took you in the kitchen within minutes of you starting the workday. He pushed you up against the counter, but he didn’t remove your skirt, he just pushed your panties to the side and slid his cock right in from behind.

Timmy railed you, brought your leg up, placing it onto the counter so he could push in deeper. “Fuck.” he cursed under his breath. He then held you closer, sinking his teeth into your neck.

Your pussy started to convulse around his cock, you whimpered, holding onto his arm and bracing yourself with your other hand on the countertop.

He fucked you mercilessly, lifting you off your feet.

You moaned like a pornstar. He rammed his cock into your g spot over and over, and you clenched your eyes shut, seeing stars. You let go, and your body shook with release. You heard Timmy curse again as fluids sprang out from between the two of you.

……..

“So, your flight leaves at-" you were talking to Timmy when his photographer friend, Aidan, came waltzing in.

“Damn, y/n, since when do you wear skirts? You look fine as hell!” he exclaimed, joining you and Timmy in the living room.

“Hey!” Timmy smacked him hard on the shoulder, “Show some fucking respect.”

“Yo, I’m sorry!” Aidan apologized, rubbing the spot where Timmy hit him, “I didn’t mean any disrespect, just not used to seeing her legs. My bad.”

“It’s all good.” you said with an awkward chuckle.

Aidan sat down on the couch and you shot Timmy a look, and he only shrugged at you in response.

“Well, I’ll just leave you guys alone to hang out. I’m gonna go home.” You looked at Timmy with a nod, “See you when you get back?”

He smiled kindly, “Yep. Miss you already.” he said with your signature boss-assistant banter tone.

……..

Sleeping in your own bed for the first time in days was strange. It proved to be difficult for you to fall asleep without Timmy’s warmth. You never expected to be so consumed by a man, but you weren’t upset by it.

You were in a deep sleep when you were awoken by your phone ringing. You groaned in annoyance, thinking to yourself, “Timothée, I could kill you right now.”

Sure enough, it was him. “Yes, Timothée Hal,” you answered as you put the phone to your ear, “what could you possibly want at this hour?” you looked at the screen, “One a.m. Excellent timing.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” he said innocently, “I really didn’t want to wake you up, but I want you.” He didn’t sound needy in a sexual way, but in a way that exuded his need for your presence. “Can I come in, please?”

“What do you mean? Are you here?” you sat up in the bed.

“Yeah I’m literally at your door. Won’t you let me in?”

“Timothée.” you grumbled.

………

“Hey, baby girl.” he said when you opened the door.

“Hello, it’s one in the morning. We are going to sleep.” you said tiredly yet firmly. You held your hand out to him.

He smiled softly as he took your hand and you lead the way to your bedroom. “I wish you were coming to the Paris premiere with me.”

“But you have to see Kylie while you’re there.” you pointed out.

Timmy groaned, “Ugh, don’t remind me.”

Once you were in bed together and settled, he spooned you, and his mouth was on your neck.

“Timmy, I have to sleep. I told you that’s what we were doing.” you said, holding firm.

“I know, but…I want you to ride me.”

“Mm, in the morning.”

“No, now.” he insisted.

“Timothée.” you warned.

“Yeah, and you can say my name. Take my cock and scream my name.” he combed your hair back, kissing your shoulder.

You were getting annoyed…and turned on. Sleep was getting further from your mind. You rolled over to your other side to face Timmy. “What cock?” you moved your hand down, palming him through his boxers. “This cock?” you bit your lip.

“That one, yes.” he smirked.

……..

You were both now completely naked, under your sheets. You bounced on his cock as he lay underneath you. You moaned lightly each time his cock sheathed up into you.

Timmy ran his hands up your tummy, squeezing your breasts, “Yes, just like that.” he praised, “Aidan thinks you’re hot, but you’re mine.”

“No,” you panted, “he was just being nice to me.” You put your hands on his chest, moving your hips.

“No, no, he wants you like this. He wants your body, your pussy, your sweet mouth, your tits bouncing in his face. He wants you the way I get to have you. But I’m the only one who gets this tight cunt. Isn’t that right?”

The way he spoke about your body as his cock was rutting into you got you so worked up and hot. You were enjoying the way his cock was destroying you.

“Hey.” he tapped your cheek, “I asked you a question. This cunt belongs to me, right?”

“Yes, yes, pookie. Only you.” you were drunk on his cock, and you were so out of it.

“Pookie? Maybe don’t use that during sex, babes.”

You whined as friction was building inside of you, “Sorry. But yes, you own this pussy. Fuck, your cock is so big.” You moaned, scratching his chest as you came.

You let out a big exhale, then collapsed on his chest.

Timmy kissed your head, and you were asleep within minutes with him still inside of you.

February 9, 2025

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[ohmygraves]

it's your first day on your new job and you're really struggling.

of course, you've been told what to expect. above average pay for entry level, simple secretary/assistant job, and yet there's a lot of things to deal with since the company deals with government and the military.

right, you're working for shadow company, as phillip graves' assistant.

his old assistant quit after a few years, and you applied. she warned you that he is strict, has a high standard and everything must be perfect. no mistake. and lots of secret you have to keep since all the documents are both sensitive to the company but also the government itself.

it's a high risk, high reward desk job that you're definitely not used to.

honestly, that terrifies you. what would he do if you make a mistake? shoot you in the backyard?

you hope not. you tried your best to make as little mistakes as you could as you try to get a handle on the job, learning as much as you could from his previous assistant. but of course, your efforts could only go so far.

on your first day after the assistant's last day, not only that you got hit on by the mercenaries around the office left and right, you made lots of mistakes and ended up spilling coffee on both your boss and his super important tablet that holds all the important files. the coffee stained his baby blue shirt and jeans.

of course, he yelled at you. of course, you tried to hold back your tears. of course, you brought him a change of clothes and he told you to go get it cleaned immediately.

this feels so much worse than your previous job where you deal with border regulations.

thankfully, the tablet was okay. and you ended up cleaning his clothes by hand in the bathroom since you were free, so you returned it the next day. his clothes smelling nice, stain free, and no wrinkles.

surprisingly, graves thanked you, apologizing for the way he yelled at you. he also asked if you're holding up okay after being left to do everything by yourself.

you told him that aside from getting hit on by a few of his men, you're getting the hang of everything. you kept notes and all, you can always go through his routine and schedule if you forget. he told you to go out and get some coffee for him (since he wanted some from the coffee shop outside of the office, for some reason), and told you that you can get something too, on him. you agreed, leaving the office.

you didn't know that he decided to "set things straight" with his men that they can't flirt with his new assistant. you're off limits. for him only.

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟐:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟗

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You’re close.

So close, and you’re seconds away from squealing in ecstasy, alerting everyone in the restaurant about the nasty thing happening beneath the table. Toes curl and fingers grip the dining table sheets as you’re moments away from your release. You peek a look at the smug man across the table, smirking as you struggle to contain yourself. You decide that it’s wise to divert your gaze to the table beneath to block out his taunting smirk.

Rewind to earlier in the evening. The two of you were preparing for this date, and somehow the topic of how far the two of you would go in bed came up. Nanami, overall, is an adorable guy—it's almost impossible to imagine him being into anything outside the realm of his charmingly vanilla nature. He seems like a man who likes things simple, the way he is. You on the other hand have been with guys who were into things you typically weren’t at first, until you gave them a try. You felt as though the debate you and Kento were having was pointless. It was clear to see he was softer than you in these things. However, he swore the same for you. He struggles to grasp the concept that you could be into things ‘hardcore’, after all, you’ve never asked for those things.

“Listen Kento, why don’t we drop this? We don’t have to prove anything to anyone, lets go and enjoy this date okay?” you say to him, applying the final touches of your makeup like second nature. You look at him through your mirror when you aren’t met with a response. That’s when it started. You could almost see the devilish plan formulating in his brain, with the way his brain started twisting with a smile. It was weird. “Kent-”

“Public kink.”

“What?”

“You know, that kink where people get turned on from doing sexual acts in public.”

You resume with your makeup, “I think you mean-”

“No matter what it means. I think you have that.”

“You’re saying it like its an illness I have.” you chuckle.

“No seriously. Am I right?”

You take a moment to think. Do you? It’s not something your exes have ever expressed interest in, and it’s not really something you thought about. You really weren’t sure.

“I don't know. I’ve never tried it before.” you place your brush down now, fully ready for the date.

“Well then let’s try it. Do you want to?” He asks, taking a step closer.

And that’s when a vibrator got shoved in your panties, nestled between your folds. He turned it on the moment the two of you entered the restaurant and he began talking to the waiter. He was nice at first, sparing you of embarrassing moments and giving you breaks, so you thought you’d be able to hold out till the end of the date.

You were so wrong.

The two of you are quickly seated, and you’re guided to a secluded area of the restaurant. The booth is dimly lit, which creates an inviting and relaxing atmosphere. Your hand pushes past the beaded wall that separates the area, from the others. The orange hues reflecting from the beads settle unto the wooden table, filling the corner with a warm glow.

“ How did you manage to get us in this section?”, you ask, still enthralled by this simple yet decorative area.

“You can get whatever you want when you have a little cash,” he responds, grabbing your coat for you before you sit.

The sounds of the restaurant turn into a barely audible hum, disassociating from your world.

“Can I get you two started on anything?” the waitress asks, notepad in her hand.

“Could you start you with martinis and keep ‘em coming?”

“Sure thing. Is there anything you’d like ma’am?”

“Um…”, your mind starts to blank, it starts to fog. From the corner of your eye you can see Kento smirking at your helplessness. You’re fighting the urge to close your eyes and to help you remember all the alcohoic beverages you’ve heard of, “I’ll just have some martini’s too.” you respond as a last resort.

“Coming right up.”

As soon as she leaves, the blond man chuckles lowly, his hand; partially covering his mouth, as it that would alleviate your shame. “Asshole,” you mutter refusing to look at him.

“What?” he asks, the laughter still evident in his voice.

“Asshole.” You say louder now, turning to face him, “You’re not allowed to do it whilst I’m talking.”

“Says who?” he retorts, leaning back in his seat with a grin.

“Says the rules.”

“What rules we never made any rules?” he says with faux innocence which grinds your gears even more.

“Yeah, but there are like unspoken rules-” you insist, jabbing your finger in his direction.

You’re quickly interrupted by the waitress upon her quick return, “Here are your martinis. I’ll give you guys a couple of minutes to decide what you’d like to order.” she says, placing down the martini glasses in front of the both of you.

“That was fast. Wasn’t she fast?” you ask.

“I suppose.” Kento brings the rim of the glass to his lips before taking a sip, not necessarily bothered by the speed of the waitress.

You decide to follow suit and try the martini too, the sharp, chilled flavour surprises you. “This is one heck of a martini.” you exclaim, taking another sip.

“Are you not going to react?” the blond asks, eyes peering over at your face to study your reactions. He’s genuinely curious as to how you’ve remained composed in these past few minutes, because the first few times he turned it on you couldn’t have been more obvious with your face, or changing how you stand, making it look like you wanted to pee yourself.

“React to what?” you respond nonchalantly, taking another sip of your drink.

“You know what.” he presses, his gaze narrowing slightly.

“If you’re going to play mean, I won’t give you the satisfaction you want. Now what should we get?” You open the menu in front of you, eyes quickly scanning the general sections until he turns up the intensity of the vibrator, now you’re glad you have a book covering your face. You’ve been attempting to discreetly squeeze your thighs underneath the table, attempting not to catch Nanami’s attention, but this hum that leaves your lips has definitely piqued Nanami’s interest.

“Don’t try to fight it,” he says murmurs softly, his voice like silk in your ear. It’s even harder to fight once he places his hand on your thigh, rubbing gently. “Atta girl, just relax into it.” It’s taking everything in you to silence your whimpers that are aching to come out, the same way your cunt is aching for attention.

“Fuck.” you moan softly, barely audible to him.

“Come on, let's pick our courses,” he says, grabbing his own menu. Suddenly reading has been the most difficult thing to do. Your mind can’t stay in one place, and keep drifting to elsewhere. Drifting to think about how your panties were definitely soaked through now, and if he wanted to Kento could lift your dress and see your wetness creating a patch on your underwear. “I think I'll go for the Canard aux, I’m not sure I can say the rest of that, it's the Seared Rosemary Duck Breast with Blackberry Gastrique, what do you think?” he asks, yet you’re still unable to respond. The words he says barely register in your mind, all you can think about is how good it would feel to have his face all up in your cunt, slobbering away at it and creating a big mess.

Upon seeing your head drop down to the table again, Nanami increases the intensity of the remote-controlled device, watching as you bite your lip, attempting to hold back your whimpers and cries of pleasure. You begin to rock your hips, rolling them forward and snapping them back, practically riding the vibrator. You place your hand on Nanami’s thigh, grabbing it instinctively as you resist the urge to come, and then all vibrations halt.

You exhale loudly, sighing in relief and attempting to catch your breath. After a moment or two, you finally regain your composure and lift your head off the table to take a quick glance at the menu. Your pussy is still throbbing from the achingly close high it was about to reach. The server makes her way back to both of your tables, ready to collect your orders.

“Are the two of you ready to order?”

“Yes. I’ll have the Seared Rosemary Duck Breast with Blackberry Gastrique, please,” Kento replies smoothly, his tone as polished as his choice.

“An excellent choice, sir. And for you, madam?” the waitress asks, turning to you with a professional smile.

You hesitate for a moment, tightly pursing your lips as he’s now turned the vibrator back on to its maximum speed, “…Spaghetti and meatballs.” is all you manage to get out, which earns you a confused look from both of them.

“An equally fine selection,” the waitress replies, jotting it down. “I’ll have your orders out shortly.” and she disappears behind the beaded curtains.

Before Kento can utter a word you immediately intervene in a low mutter, “Fuck Kento. Fuck I’m close.” you begin to grind our hips again to maximise your pleasure, feeling helpless that you can’t strip and have this man in next to you thrust his fingers inside you. “I’m close Kento fuck.”, he’s changed the pattern of the vibrator and it's nearly driving you near the edge. “Yes Yes fuck.” you feel the knot within you tighten and soon enough you’re coming. Your head falls onto Nanami’s shoulder as your mouth forms an O shape. Your sickly sweet juices pour out of your cunt, soaking your panties even further.

“I think I’m into this whole exhibitionism thing.” you breathe out.

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𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫…

[ameliora-j]

— favorite girl 𐐪𐑂 niall horan

𐐪𐑂 summary -> you accidentally push yourself too far into subspace and soft dom!niall takes over

𐐪𐑂 content -> fem!reader, smut, masturbation [f!receiving], overstimulation, squirting, subspace, toy use, dominant/submissive themes, personal assistant!reader, crybaby!reader, soft dom!niall, daddy kink, praise, casual dominance, lots of pet names [pet, petal, princess], tooth rotting fluff and a bit of domesticity, basically an aftercare fic, 18+ ONLY MDNI

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The sexual frustration had been bubbling in your core for as long as you could remember. Niall didn’t mean to neglect you, truly… But with The Voice, and then his album release, and merch, and tour dates bleeding together with festival dates, his schedule had become hectic. And as his assistant, so had your’s. It’s not like you could put ‘dick me down’ into his calendar either.

Well, you could… But you felt that it’d be quite immature. So now here you lay, sprawled across the bed you shared with him, a thick toy plunging into your g spot over and over. You’d lost count of how many times you’d made yourself tip over the edge, each orgasm bleeding together with the last. Tears of overstimulation prickled the corners of your eyes and you were nearly ready to give up.

The problem isn’t that you needed release—clearly that had already happened more than enough. However, no matter how big or thick the toy is, or how many times it plunges into that spot that makes you see stars… Nothing is Niall. Nothing would ever compare to the way that he made you feel, thus you were now bordering along orgasm number six and still weren’t satiated.

Not for lack of trying, however. You’d been at it for the better part of three hours, starting off slow and teasing yourself the way Niall always did, then slowly picking up the pace until you were blindly overstimulating yourself, your hips chasing the toy subconsciously in search of that spark Niall ignited inside you. Unfortunately, it never came. And that’s how you became a mess on the bed.

Tears streaked down your cheeks as you gasped and wheezed for breath. The stimulation of your cunt was beginning to hurt. Slowly bleeding in from pleasure to burning pain. You wanted nothing more than to get away from the overstimulation, but your hips couldn’t help but chase the feeling as you searched for something only Niall could give you.

For a moment, everything stopped. Your leg was lifted in the air, arm beginning to cramp as you continued to shove the toy into your cunt. The world began spinning slower, and your vision slowly faded until it was completely blocked by a milky white cloud of euphoria. Your legs shook violently, your body convulsing as the toy slipped from your hand.

You lay in the middle of the bed, panting quietly as you tried to catch your breath while your body shook atop the comforter. Beneath you was a puddle of your own arousal and sweat, and only when you noticed how wet your body had become did the reality of the situation begin to daunt on you.

You just touched yourself. You just used a toy. You just made yourself cum… Multiple times—all of these without Niall’s permission. You broke so many rules. He’s gonna be so mad at you. Your heart began beating faster in your chest, now out of fear rather than exhaustion. You bolted from the bed, quickly getting yourself cleaned up and into one of his shirts before taking the sheets down to the laundry.

Your legs were unsteady as you walked around the house, and your mind unfocused. Niall would be home soon, and likely expecting dinner on the table the way you’d always had. So, that’s what you did… Or rather, that’s what you attempted to do. Your mind was so fuzzy, and your brain so unfocused that you ended up burning the pasta for your chicken fettuccine. The chicken baked improperly, and ended up tasting rubbery, and the garlic bread was too garlicky.

Nothing came out right, and you were so overwhelmed that by the time Niall was opening the front door, tears had begun spilling over your visage. “Hey Pet. I’m ho…” Niall cut off his own sentence, freezing in his tracks as he saw your state. “Pet? What happened?” He asked, panic and worry laced in his voice.

“I’m sorry” you whined out quietly. “I’m sorry Daddy, I burned dinner. And I messed everything up” you hiccuped out. “I was so bad I’m sorry, I’m sorry” you rushed out, now borderline sobbing.

Niall’s heart cracked, and his arms wrapped around you tightly. “Oh baby, it’s okay” he murmured. “It’s okay, princess. We can just order a pizza, yeah? Daddy’s not mad” he whispered softly, gently stroking your hair. “Not mad at you, jus please stop crying. Hate it when you’re so sad” he frowned softly.

“No, I broke the rules!” You sobbed roughly. Niall’s frown turned to one of confusion now, rather than pure sadness. He rubbed your back gently, pulling back a bit to gaze properly at you.

“What are you on about, Petal?” He hummed gently, squeezing lightly at your hip. He did everything he usually would, working to calm you down so that he could fully understand what was going on and why his girl was so distraught.

You took a deep breath, wheezing a bit as you struggled through your tears. Niall cooed at you in encouragement as you did your breathing techniques. Once you had calmed down, you began to divulge how you'd been so bad, breaking his rules. “I’m sorry, Daddy” you sniffled. “I was so needy and you were so busy. Know ‘s against the rules but I used my toy. Came so many times but it wasn’t the same. Needed you” you whined quietly, knuckling at your eyes. You took another breath, attempting to keep your tears at bay. “Touched myself, used my toy, ‘n made myself cum. Didn’ ask Daddy if I could, that's bad,” you finished. “I’m sorry for being a bad girl, Daddy… I’ll take whatever punishment you give me” your whispered.

“Oh, Petal…” Niall whispered softly. He pulled you closer, gently running his fingers through your hair. He lifted you then, carrying you to the couch and sitting with you on his lap. He pulled you to his chest, rocking gently with you in his hold to aid you in relaxing. “Daddy’s not been good to you lately, has he?” He asked softly, gently moving your hair away from your face.

You stayed quiet, afraid that he was taunting you after you’d broken so many of his rules. Nervous that he was trying to trap you into making your own punishment worse as he so often did. But you couldn’t handle that right now, you were too soft. Niall, being the oh so attentive and loving dom that he is, recognized that. He saw the unfocused and glossy look in your eyes, the distraction and frustration the moment he stepped into the door and watched you cooking dinner. Only, he didn’t realize how bad it was until you finished explaining what had tipped you to this point.

“‘S okay Pet, you can be honest” he hummed. “Been ignoring you, haven’t given my Princess the proper attention she deserves” he continued on. “Wasn’t a very good Daddy, was I?” He asked gently.

“No, Daddy…” You whispered shyly, gently nosing against his neck in search of more comfort. He squeezed your hip lightly, humming as he held you closer. You sighed in content, closing your eyes as your body fully relaxed against him.

“There’s my girl” he whispered, stroking your hip with his thumb as he felt you become malleable in his hold. “I’m sorry I haven’t been payin’ attention to you, sweetheart. I’ve been so distracted by work. That’s no excuse though, is it?” He asked. The question was rhetorical, and you knew as much when he continued on to answer it on his own. “Should always have time to take care of the prettiest girl in the world” he smiled softly, gently kissing your nose. “I love you, sweet girl. My good girl” he smiled softly.

“Good girl” you echoed quietly, nodding as you held him tighter. He smiled softly, pressing another kiss to your head.

“What do you say we have a bath and then cuddle a bit, hmm?” he asked softly. “I’ll get your hair all done, get you nice and comfortable for bed” he murmured, kissing across your shoulders. “Can order a pizza and put on that show you love so much, that sound good baby?” He asked softly.

“Sounds good, Daddy” you whispered, bobbing your head gently in a nod.

“It’s okay princess, ‘s just Niall now, hmm?” He smiled softly, kissing your head. “Think you’ll be okay if I go and clean up the kitchen?” He asked softly. You nodded once more, and with that he stood. He tucked the throw blanket around your slightly-shivering form and went to the kitchen. He was quick to clean up the mess before coming back to carry you into your shared master bathroom.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

Once in the bathroom, Niall set you down on top of the counter. He kissed your head before he turned and ran the water, making sure that it was the right temperature for you. He shot you a charming smile as he went back over to the cabinet you were sitting on top of. “What kind of bubbles do you want, Pet?” He asked softly, planting a gentle kiss to your calf as he kneeled between your legs in front of the cabinet.

“Um…” You hummed softly as you thought, chewing gently on your nails. “The lavender one” you finally decided, looking down at him with a shy smile.

“Take your fingers out of your mouth, beautiful” he mumbled, kissing the inside of your knee as he said it. He was firm in his words, but gentle in his kiss—speaking to you in the way he always did in this state of mind. This way, you knew it was an order, but you also knew he wasn’t mad at you. You murmured a quick apology, pulling your hand away from your mouth. He simply kissed your leg once more, letting you know all was okay before grabbing the lavender bath salts and bubbles.

He stood again, kissing your gently puckered lips and causing a giggle to spill past your lips. The sound was music to his ears, especially after hearing your heartbreaking sobs just minutes ago. He couldn’t help the smile that broke out onto his face as he saw your happiness return. “I love you, Pet,” he smiled softly.

“I love you too, NiNi” you whispered. The nickname let him know that you were slowly returning to your usual self, though the fog in your brain hadn’t fully cleared up yet. He turned, pouring the bubbles and salts into the water before returning them back to their rightful place beneath the sink.

Once the bath was full, Niall turned to you. He saw you nod, and knew you wanted him to undress you rather than do it yourself. He smiled in adoration, walking the short distance to you once more. He kissed your head, unable to stop himself from adorning your skin with his gentle lips for what felt like the hundredth time since he got home. Niall was soft as he unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it from your shoulders to leave you bare before helping you out of your underwear. “Do you want me to sit in with you or stay out here, Petal?” He asked you gently, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear so he could get a better look at your pretty face.

“In please” you answered softly. And Niall would never say no to you anyway, but with that pretty pout and those wide eyes, he was already a complete goner; unbuttoning his shirt and pulling it off of himself as he got ready to bathe with you. Once he was bare, he lifted you from the counter and sat in the bath with you in front of him, between his spread legs. When buying a house, Niall had taken into consideration your love for baths after he fucked you into oblivion—and right now he was thankful he remembered so as the two of you sat comfortably in the hot water.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

The bathing part of your bath was over quickly, washing you off always being the first thing Niall did. He noticed how sweaty your body had become from your overstimulation earlier on through the thin cotton of his white shirt you wore—thusly, he washed your hair for you as well. Even with Niall washing your hair, and cleaning your body of your sticky arousal and multiple orgasms, the bathing was over within fifteen minutes.

Your body still wasn’t fully calmed down by then, and therefore when Niall asked if you were ready to get out yet, you simply whined in protest. It had now been at least forty minutes since Niall had put the two of you in the bath. The water had begun to cool, slowly losing its relaxing aura the colder the water became. This time when Niall asked you if you were ready to exit, you nodded sleepily and yawned quietly.

Niall gently moved you, climbing out first and wrapping a towel around his hips. He unplugged the bath, grabbing your fluffy towel and lifting you from the water, wrapping it around your body. “Want me to brush your teeth for you, Princess?” He hummed softly.

“No, I can do it” you nodded softly, smiling at him. “Thank you, Ni” you murmured. He smiled, kissing your nose as he grabbed your toothbrush and toothpaste for you. He let you know that he was going to get new sheets on the bed while you brushed, and you nodded in reply. While Niall made the bed, you brushed your teeth and got your skincare done. By the time you were walking out of the bathroom, Niall was putting the pillows back on the bed.

“Hi, pretty girl” he smiled softly, walking over to you. He wore sweatpants now, foregoing a shirt as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “Feelin’ better now?” He asked softly.

“Yeah, Ni” you whispered, nodding softly. You puckered your lips once more, and he obliged your silent request, leaning down and kissing you softly. “I love you” you whispered as the two of you pulled back.

“I love you, Petal” he echoed, kissing your head. “Let’s get you comfortable, hmm?” He smiled, carrying you over to the bed. He sat you down, going to your drawers to grab panties and one of his white t-shirts. He gently put them on you, helping you to put lotion on before detangling your hair.

He finished getting you ready for bed and got you beneath the covers, climbing in with you and pulling you close. He reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the remote, handing it to you. “Thanks, Ni” you whispered, turning on the TV and flicking to your favorite show as he took out his phone to order a pizza.

“Food’s on the way, baby” he murmured after a while, kissing your temple.

“You’re so good to me, Ni” you whispered softly, gazing up at him from where you were cuddled into his side.

“Only the best for my favorite girl” he smiled softly, kissing your nose gently.

° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ ° 𐐪𐑂 ♡ 𐐪𐑂 ₒ

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[softmangoes]

one wish | joseph x reader

18+ only | for @lichilly (thank you for being so sweet!)

author's note: if you liked this, please check out my ongoing pre-canon SDJ fic!

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there was a knock at the door.

"it's open," joseph called as he looked at himself in the mirror, making sure to rub off a stray patch of paint the makeup team managed to miss.

after a moment, you slipped in, closing the door behind you with a click. you had one hand behind your back - a sure sign that you had some kind of surprise in mind.

"don't tell me it's another script revision," he groaned. it had taken him hours to memorize the newest song for the next episode and his fingers were sore from all the strumming. "i don't think i can handle any more."

but you simply smiled in that easy way that always made him want to turn away. it was just so gentle, that smile. it was softer than anything he had ever deserved.

"you didn't tell me it was your birthday today," you said. "i had to find out through dan."

goddamn daniel. his castmate was a good guy, but he had a big mouth.

"i'm not into parties." they were too loud. crowded. he had never been one to want to be the center of attention.

"i didn't say there had to be a party," you replied, taking your hand from behind your back to reveal what you had been hiding.

in your palm was a large cupcake topped with a fluffy white frosting and a smattering of sprinkles. a red candle had been stuck in the middle of it.

you pulled out a lighter and with a few quick flicks of your thumb, lit the short wick.

"it can be just us," you said, eyes glowing as the flame flickered in your palm.

joseph had never had anyone celebrate him for any reason at all, let alone the day he came into existence, but he was aware of what he had to do. "you want me to make a wish?"

"anything you want," you beamed.

"anything i want," he repeated, inhaling to loosen the tightness in his chest.

in truth, there was only one wish he had. it was a wish he would tell himself as he lied awake at night staring at the ceiling of his motel room, it was a wish he'd hum as he learned each new song, it was a wish that he only ever confessed he had in the quiet of his solitude.

and here you were, now. with him. as if all those days and nights had built up to this very moment.

joseph took in a breath. you were so beautiful. ever since he had met you, he never had the courage to tell you that.

tentatively, he placed his hands over yours, craned his neck lower so that his mouth was near the bright flame, and blew.

"what was the wish?" you asked as the smoke curled into the air. after a moment, you set the cupcake onto his desk.

he hesitated. "it's bad luck if i tell you, isn't it?"

"not if it's a secret," you said, a smile curling at the corner of your mouth. "but i really would like to know."

joseph swallowed. what could he say to that?

"do you really want to know?" he asked, his heart threatening to burst out of his chest.

"tell me."

he paused. "close your eyes, then."

you obeyed, clasping your hands behind your back.

thoughts raced through his head, a buzz of static that threatened to overwhelm him. he could stop this. he could turn you away. he could deny himself this moment, as he did with all of the others.

he inhaled, cool air filling his lungs, before he took your face in his hands and kissed you.

it was a soft kiss. a gentle kiss. a kiss that asked if all of this was okay, if he could want you like this.

and it was okay, because you brought your own hands to his face, ran your fingers through his hair as you pulled him towards you.

your lips were so warm, so soft. if he could, he would wish for this moment to never end.

"there," he said, face burning as he pulled away. "i told you."

when you smiled this time, it was full of so much affection that it made his heart swell.

"tell me more," you said, pressing a kiss along his jaw and curling a finger at his collar. "please? it's your birthday, after all."

[thatsmzbitchtoyou]

Pretty P.A. Chapter 6

Summary: Y/N has been the personal assistant to the most influential and famous fashion modeling agency director in the industry for the past 13 years.  They’ve decided to retire, and are leaving the agency in the hands of their protege and former model, Bucky Barnes.  He seems plenty qualified, and Y/N is excited for a chance to work with him.  Change always takes time,  but the new insanely hot boss is distrustful and hesitant towards her.  **curvy reader** **Y/N/N = Your nickname ** Warnings: mentions of sexual assault (not from Bucky), some violence, blood, smut

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The entire weekend was a dream.  Y/N had never been so loved and satisfied in her life, so when Sunday night rolled around she was nervous to burst their bubble.  As Bucky rolled over and tickled her back she sighed.

“What was that sigh for?”  Bucky chuckled.

“We’re going to have to go back to regular life tomorrow,” Y/N said quietly.  

Bucky hummed then pulled at her shoulder to make her face him.  When she did she only saw a playful smirk on his face.  “What are you worried about?”

“That this is a one weekend thing,” Y/N answered.  

“Never,” Bucky immediately answered.  “You won’t be able to get rid of me, babes.”

Y/N snickered at him.  “So how are we going to do this then?  I don’t want to be known as the P.A. that slept with her boss.  I don’t want special favor.”

Bucky leaned forward and kissed her forehead.  “How about work is work, and us is us.  Completely separate.  We won’t even talk about the proverbial ‘us’ until we get off work,” he suggested as he tickled her arm.  He watched her as she took it all in.  She eventually smiled and nodded at him.  “Good.”

“I guess I should go home then,” Y/N sighed again.  “Get cleaned up and ready for the new week.”

“Guess so,” Bucky agreed noncommittally.  His playful smirk returned.  “But not until I get one more taste.”

***

Y/N showed up on Monday morning, freshened up and satiated after the fun-filled weekend.  As she got herself settled at her desk with Bucky’s coffee sitting at the edge of it, a few of the models she regularly interacted with greeted her with strange looks and mirthful smiles.

“Someone had a good weekend,” Natasha said as she sidled up to her desk.

“What do you mean?”  Y/N asked, trying not to blush.

“You’re glowing,” Natasha chuckled.  “Finally got some?”

“And so what if I did?” Y/N gave her a lopsided smile.

“I knew it!”  Natasha whispered excitedly and sat at the chair in front of her.  “Who's the lucky man?”

“None of your business,” Y/N answered quietly.  She gave Natasha a hard look.

“Okay, okay, keep your secrets,” Natasha grinned.  “I’m glad you had fun.  He better have made you feel good.  No selfish lovers allowed.”

“He was…very selfless,” Y/N said, fighting the wide smile on her face.

Natasha’s signature smirk appeared as Bucky walked around the corner.  “Good morning, Natasha.  ‘Morning Y/N,” he greeted them quickly.

“‘Morning boss,” Natasha said.

“Good morning,” Y/N greeted him.  “Your coffee?” she said, handing it to him.

“Thank you,” Bucky smiled at her.  He took a sip and sighed.  “What would I do without you?”

“Die probably,” Y/N laughed as she turned back to her computer.

Bucky laughed and walked into his office.  Natasha’s head whipped back to Y/N with wide eyes.  “You and…” she whispered and thumbed over to Bucky’s direction.

“What?” Y/N said, her own eyes widening.  “No, it’s not–”

Natasha hid her laugh behind her palm.  “Just joking.”

Y/N laughed as she internally tried to calm her thundering heart.  “God, Nat.  Quit teasing me.  Don’t you have a meeting with Gucci in like an hour?”

“Yeah yeah,” Natasha waved away her concern.  “Anyway, have fun with your mystery man.”

Y/N rolled her eyes as Natasha left.  “Y/N!” Bucky called out from behind her.

“Coming!” she answered, grabbing her notebook.  She walked into his office to find him sitting at his desk, his playful smirk on his face again.  

“Close the door,” he said.  Y/N closed it behind her and sat in the chair in front of him.  She gave him an expectant look as she opened her notebook, her pen at the ready.  “Before we officially do this work vs. personal thing,” he started as he leaned forward and watched her, “I’m ‘selfless’?” he asked.

Y/N rolled her eyes.  “Bucky, we’re at work–”  Bucky gave her a dark look and she gripped her notebook tighter.  “Yes,” she answered simply.

“Hm,” he said, nodding absentmindedly.  “Can I selflessly see you again tonight?”

Y/N smirked back at him.  “You don’t need a break?”  Bucky’s eyes narrowed at her.  “My place or yours?” she said.

“Yours,” Bucky immediately answered.

“Okay,” Y/N said quietly.

“Okay,” Bucky grinned.  He looked her up and down.  “You look nice.”

“Thank you,” she said, looking down at the jewelry she chose for the day that accentuated her bustline.  

Bucky stared at her for another moment then took a long breath before puffing it out.  “Well,” he sat up and tapped his desk.  “What do we have going on today?”

***

Y/N was a complete professional with Bucky at work, and for the most part he was, too,  every once in a while trying to sneak a touch or a kiss in his office, but she very quickly would step away or shut him down.  She had a feeling that some people in the office suspected their secret relationship, but if it bothered them they never said or did anything.  

Bucky had a drawer of things at her place, and she had one at his.  The relationship blossomed slowly from something mostly physical to something more intentional and deep.  Instead of spending all weekend in bed he started taking her out to some secluded spots around the city on dates.  They had more in-depth conversations, got to know each other more personally than before.  A few months later she met his mother, who was the only person he’d told about their relationship.  She had become close to his mother, Winnie, who had started calling her randomly throughout the week at times to check in on her and talk.  Y/N had lost her parents years before, so having a motherly figure in her life was pleasant.

Tony reached out to Olympus and announced that he and Pepper were having another baby.  Y/N was ecstatic for them and she made plans to reconnect with Tony at lunch one Saturday.  She met up with him and hugged him tight.  “I’m so happy for you,” she breathed as he pulled away.  

“You get to be a godmother to two little bundles of joy,” he smirked at her.

“As honored as I am to be the fun aunt, you know better than to make me a godmother,” Y/N laughed as they sat down and ordered drinks.  

They talked about all the changes over the past year and a half with Olympus, her work with Bucky, the exposing of Hydra, Brock Rumlowe and how he attacked her, and their personal lives.  Tony was excited but nervous being an older father.  He teased her about dating.

“Come on, Y/N, give me the tea,” he said.

“There is no tea,” Y/N shrugged.

“I don’t believe it,” Tony shook his head.  “You look different.  Lighter…happier,” he mused, looking her over.  Y/N fought a smile and Tony pumped his fist in triumph.  “I knew it!  You’ve been seeing someone.  You’re such a bad liar.”

“I can be a great liar when I need to be,” Y/N scoffed.  “But I like you, so I don’t feel the need to lie.”

“Well, who is it?” Tony asked.

Y/N shook her head.  “Can’t say.”

“What?  Why not?” he asked, looking offended.

“Because it’s private,” Y/N said, drinking more of her cocktail.

Tony watched her for a long moment before his smirk came back.  “It’s Bucky, isn’t it?”  Y/N tried to keep her face neutral, but she felt her eyes widen and he smiled wider.  “I knew it,” Tony chuckled.  

“Tony,” Y/N whined.  “Please don’t say anything.”

“I’m not, I won’t,” he said, his hands up in surrender.  He leaned over and held her hands, squeezing her fingers comfortingly.  “He’s a good man.  I had a feeling something like this would happen when I appointed him as the director.  You two just…vibe,” he said.  

“I just don’t want to be known as the assistant who slept with her boss,” Y/N said quietly, squeezing his fingers back.  

“Well, you were getting those rumors before with me all the time,” Tony shrugged.  “It’s a juicy story people love to gossip about.  But who cares what others think?  Are you happy?”  Y/N fought another smile as she hung her head but nodded.  “Then fuck them.”

Y/N giggled at that.  “Thanks, Tony.”

He didn’t let go of her hands yet.  “Do you love him?”

She gaped at his question.  She and Bucky had been sleeping together for almost a year now, but they had never had a conversation about what the relationship was.  Were they dating?  Boyfriend-girlfriend?  They had never even talked about being exclusive.  She hadn’t been dating anyone else…had he?  They had just been enjoying each other for so long that it never came up.  But in that moment, Tony rattled her world view, and she realized that yes, she did love Bucky.  He was her boss, a great lover, but he was also her friend.  She knew everything about him both for her job and also because she was genuinely interested and cared about him.  Y/N felt a wave of emotion go through her and she slightly nodded at Tony.

Tony smiled adoringly at her.  “There’s a lot being unsaid in those eyes right now.  Talk to him.  He’d be crazy not to love you back.”

@calwitch @hzdhrtss

[tadpolesonalgae]

Azriel x Cam-Girl!Reader: His Personal Assistant - Part 2[*]

A/N: This one’s pretty light for October, but I wanted to have a bit of fun :)

Warnings: masturbation, sex toys, exhibitionism (?)

Word Count: 3,378

-Part 1-

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Your lips part, back bowing off the bed as you tip over the edge.

The small red dot flashes, showing the camera’s still recording, and if you squint, you can see the comments rolling in. Complimenting your form, your body, your moans, everything. Occasionally a critique from a guy who probably hasn’t been within three metres of a woman, but… Well, they brought you to fame. Of course there’s going to be the occasional creep.

Your lipstick’s smudged a little from when you slapped your hand over your mouth, and you run your tongue over your teeth before sitting upright, facing the camera. “Well, that’s it for tonight guys,” you pant, your tits pressing together as you lean closer to the recorder.

“As always, exclusive content will be going up on my private channel, so if you want to see a little more of me…” You give a feline grin, as your spine arches, thighs parting a little wider to serve as a reminder of what sort of content they’ll be getting.

How much is it. why isnt it free

Exclusive contant????

Id fuc u so good bby

The usual assortment of comments roll in, and you scan for a final talking point.

You’re working a job?

Bingo.

You give a wide smile, settling back onto your knees so they have a full view of your pretty nipples and the mess decorating your thighs. “I am working a job, yes! Stuffy corporate business—lots of men who could use a little fun, if you know what I mean,” you purr, winking at the camera, shifting to be comfortable without compromising their view.

You should definitely fuck your boss

Lush shout me out!

Where u working at

The smile widens into a grin, “I should fuck my boss? I did ask you guys that, didn’t I?” You laugh, dipping your head before straightening again, feigning a little embarrassment. Human. Draw them in. “He’s a bit of a stick-in-the-mud. Could really use a night out with a woman—or two,” you grin, tongue flicking out to wet your lips.

“Would you guys watch that? If I get him to fuck me?” You ask, already knowing the answers. Sure enough, the enthusiastic encouragements come spilling up the screen in rapid succession to one another. You laugh again, looking away from the camera, “well, I’m not sure if I can promise that, buuuttt…” Eyes return to the camera, looking up through your lashes, lips lifting into a feline grin. “The office I’ve been given doesn’t have any security cameras in, so… I could accidentally slip over one day… You know, happens to the best of us, sometimes,” you say, shrugging nonchalantly. “Maybe I could record a short little video for you guys.”

More questions spill in, asking for details, but now you’ve whet their appetite, it’s time to pull away. “Well, that’s it for tonight, everyone. Tune in next week for the stream, and get on that private channel for some additional content,” you purr, reaching forward to turn off the recorder. “Maybe I’ll do some personalised videos to someone who tips well.”

And it’s off.

You flop back into your bed, the vibrator bouncing besides you, arousal already drying on the rubbery toy. Excitement sizzles in your belly—filming yourself at work.

It could go so wrong…

————

You lean over his desk, the deep V in the neck of your navy dress showing off just a little too much cleavage as you set the mug of coffee down.

To your utter irritation, he hadn’t shown any appreciation for the last one. Made by a professional! Now, you’ve taken to stopping in at different cafes, just to see if one of them can get it right. So far: nothing. Every single one has been sub-par, and it’s getting on your nerves.

It’s been nearly a full week since your first day, and you’re still no closer to cracking him. He’s almost always submerged in some sort of Matter, dealing with organising files on his computer, or stamping out email after email. Really, you don’t understand how he doesn’t bore himself to tears every day.

The only highlight has been Gabrielle who seems to be the only spark of life to exist on this miserable floor.

You’ve been on the lower ones, too, and it really is just this floor that seems to be completely devoid of any kind of life. Nobody’s talking by the water cooler, no hushed gossiping girls by the photocopier, and not even a single person waiting in the waiting room. It’s ridiculous. The only way you’re saved from insanity is the brief interactions you have with Gabe, and those are still too infrequent for you to consider yourself safe from the madness.

You sigh internally, moving onto the next stack of papers he’d made that need photocopying, swinging your hips subtly as you depart from the office. Not even the slight prickle of hairs rising at the nape of your neck to signal a sneaky peep.

Stick-in-the-mud.

Putting your bad luck aside, you begin formulating a rough outline for when you’ll have the chance to record that sweet, little video you kind of promised. Well. Technically you didn’t promise, so it’s not owed or anything, but…

It’s exciting!

Rhys had specifically told you not to—so you have to. That’s just how these things work, and he’s a fool if he doesn’t understand that appeal.

Either way, you’re looking forward to it. Fuck him if he thinks he’s going to spoil your fun.

————

You slide your phone back into your bag, hastily wiping down the chair and opening the windows. You don’t want the cleaners getting any ideas, nor do you feel it would really fair to subject them to that sort of mess.

A quick sanitisation and few short spritzes of perfume later, and the room seems pretty normal. The small remote is still on the desk, vibrator deep inside your warm, wet cunt. You should probably take it out, but… It’s fun, and you could use a little excitement. Especially working long, boring hours like you currently are.

The door to your office swings open, and you spin on your heel, taking a startled step back, nearly toppling onto the desk as you do so. Your widened eyes flit to the source of the noise, just as Azriel steps over the threshold. He halts, pausing as if he hadn’t been expecting you.

With a hand over your heart, you lean fully against the desk, legs still a little weak from the orgasm. “What are you doing in here?” You ask, too rushed and too breathless to be acceptable. You clear your throat, straightening your dress—hoping you don’t smell of sweat.

Sharp hazel eyes run over your form, and it’s the most he’s looked at you since you arrived here. You’re unaccustomed to being at the centre of his attention, and all of a sudden you find yourself flushing under his scrutinising gaze.

His brow narrows, closing the door behind him, holding up the papers in his hand. “I was going to put these on your desk,” he says, moving silently across the room, aiming for where you’re leaning. “For tomorrow,” he explains.

You stiffen, then dart away—he’ll be able to smell sex on you if he gets too close, so you shift to be the opposite side of the furniture. “I was wondering which demon was sneaking those in,” you joke, bringing your gaze to meet his. It’s so piercing and intent, it’s difficult to maintain. Suddenly struggling to function under his attention. “Looks like it was you,” you smile.

Azriel’s eyes stab into you, raking beneath your skin, and you fight the urge to fidget. Instead you straighten your back, spine curving enough to push your chest out—just a little.

Your attention flicks over his shoulder to the door, which you know you locked. “Say, how did you get in here? I know I locked it so I wouldn’t be disturbed,” you ask, peering at him from across the desk. You’re now leaning the majority of your weight on the spinning chair, legs trembling slightly.

He’s quiet for a moment, and you wonder for a dreadful second if he somehow knows. You dismiss the thought quickly. There’s no way he does. You sprayed that perfume, and it’s pretty strong. He can’t have figured it out, there’s not enough evidence to even suggest you’d been doing anything other than flicking through emails and moving files about to the correct Matter.

He pulls something from his pocket, holing it up the metal ring. “Skeleton key,” he answers, simply. You nearly blanch at the information—he could have walked in at any moment. A flicker of arousal licks between your thighs as you imagine him walking in on you like that. How would he react?

He’d probably be pissed off for potentially getting some files dirty. Typical stick-in-the-mud behaviour.

You shift on your feet uncomfortably, “so, you have access to any room in this building?”

“That is how a skeleton key works, yes.” You blink at his tone. Narrow your eyes. The dry tone…the slight tug on his lips, as if suppressing a… “Oh my god you made a— You have humour.”

You stare at him, slightly mortified the thought slipped out, but he doesn’t seem to mind. Simply raises a brow, “I’m loosely acquainted with the concept.” You stare longer, unsure how to react, lips nervously twitching up at the edges. You nod, slowly, blinking—dumbfounded.

His lips curve almost imperceptibly, and you stiffen, for once unsure what to do, how to react. He seems to have difficulty suppressing his smile as he takes in your reaction, “I had no idea humour would have such a profound effect on you.”

You snap back to reality, tightening your grip on the chair. “No, it’s not that,” you explain hurriedly. He raises a brow, lips still slightly quirked in a way that only magnifies his beauty. Classically complimenting his features.

He’s waiting for your explanation.

You flush, realising you don’t have one.

“I just…didn’t expect it, is all,” you try, concealing your wince. But the slight lift of his mouth doesn’t fade, and you realise you should be using the time to make a move on him. Drop a couple of hints. Maybe he’ll be different outside of working hours.

Azriel opens his mouth to respond, and you prepare yourself for whatever quip he’s going to surprise you with, but instead his eyes flick down to your desk. More specifically, the small remote that’s connected to the device inside of you.

Your heart actually stops in your chest for a moment, time slowing as his brow narrows, and—picks it up.

For the few seconds he examines it, you’re paralysed, holding your breath and praying for the love of god he doesn’t recognise it.

“What is this?” He asks, and you have to control the sigh of relief that wants to whoosh from your lungs. You’re saved. “I have no idea,” you lie, unable help the smile that’s graced your lips.

His brow narrows, eyes flicking to yours as he holds the remote in his large hand, making it look tiny. “It’s not yours?” He asks, and you mentally kick yourself for the mistake. You should have said it was some kind of charger!

But you’re stuck now, so you nod stiffly, feigning ignorance.

His brow narrows further, flipping the device over in his hand, making you tense. If he presses one of those buttons… You don’t allow yourself to consider that path. No way.

“Are they for the lights?” He asks, peering closer at the small buttons. Seven in total, all different types of vibration. Labelled with their number, nothing else. You shrug, stepping out from behind your chair, moving to walk over to him, “no idea. I’ll drop it off at reception or something and see if they—”

He presses the the third button.

You stumble but catch yourself, thankful for the whisper-quiet motor. He won’t be able to hear anything, thank god.

Teeth dig into your lip as you halt, fingers pressing onto the hard wood of the desk, a shaky breath exhaling from your lips. Your mind scrambles for an excuse to take it from him, but you come up empty. All you can think about is the high-speed buzzing, how good it feels against your sensitive walls.

“Azriel…” you manage, unsurely, becoming temporarily breathless when those hazel eyes slice into, carving your exterior clean off. “I’m not sure it’s wise to press those if we don’t know what they do,” you argue, fairly soundly considering the situation.

He weighs your point, peering at the remote again. “Maybe if it’s on a different setting we’ll see what it is,” he says instead, and you have no time to prepare as he presses the fourth button. Your thighs tremble, nails digging into your palm.

“I’m really not sure—”

Fifth button.

You stumble backward, knees hitting your chair as you collapse down. The fall pushing the toy deeper inside of you, brushing against that wonderfully delicious spot, switching to a patterned pulse. Your teeth dig into your lip as you shift in the seat, attempting to relieve the pressure, but it only leads to the toy pushing harder into that spot, abusing it continuously as you bite back any reactions that would be off.

His attention switches to you, and you nearly come apart right then and there.

“Are you okay?” He questions, concern shining in his sharp eyes. You manage a nod, fingers digging into the arms of your chair, attempting to sit upright. You need an excuse to leave, to go to the bathroom, or something. If you don’t soon, you’re going to fall apart right before his eyes, and there’ll be no way for you to conceal that.

“Absolutely luscious,” you reply out of habit, mind too preoccupied to sift through each word, switching onto autopilot. His brow quirks, and you could really moan at the sight. Thankfully, you don’t, clamping your teeth together as you dig crescent shapes into the heel of your palm.

“Luscious?” He repeats, the letters dragging appetising from his throat, coated in something dark and syrupy, something that would melt and splash over your skin. He sounds vaguely confused, but you have no time to unpack that.

“Delicious,” you correct, weakly, “I meant delicious.”

Upon seeing his confused look, your mind whirrs and spins for an explanation. A dizzy smile makes its way to your lips, hopefully just appearing a little drowsy from a long day of hard work. “I know it’s a weird phrase. My friend and I used to say it all the time because it made us laugh.” The smile becomes a little too sleepy looking, appearing closer to blissed out. “Guess it stuck.”

For a moment, you don’t think he’ll believe you. His gaze pierces into you, and you tighten around the vibrator, bringing the sensations…deeper.

“Full of kinks and quirks, aren’t you?” He drawls, attention returning to the device, looking ready to press another button. “Maybe you should stop messing around with that,” you suggest with forced lightness. “What if it’s messing with someone’s computer?” You argue, being dragged closer and closer to the edge with every second. “I can think of at least one Director who would be pissed if someone was messing around after-hours and accidentally deleted some files.”

He gives you an indecipherable look, then says, with a little too much pride, “every single file on my computer is backed up and stored elsewhere. If someone hasn’t taken precautions, that’s their own fault.” And presses the sixth button.

If you had been standing, you would have collapsed.

As it is, your spine arches ever so slightly, and you shift in the chair again, fingers digging into the arms. The pleasure hums between your legs, and for a second you’re worried he’ll be able to see arousal dripping to the floor.

“Either way,” he says, seemingly completely unaware of the hell and heaven he’s putting you through—for better or for worse. “It doesn’t seem to be doing anything.” And sets it down on your desk.

Without thought or explanation, you snatch it up, holding the power button for three second. Blissful reprieve soothes your nerves, even as a small part wishes for her release. At the odd look he’s giving you, eyes gleaming with something you can’t read, you manage to fumble out a vague explanation for your antsy behaviour, “I’m a bit anal about things like that.”

Not your best word choice, but it’ll have to suffice.

“About strange devices and stranger buttons?” He asks, and you could hiss at him. He so nearly— You don’t even bother expending energy on what would have happened if he hadn’t put it down. How you would have come apart right before his eyes. How furious Rhys would be, if it got back to him.

You’re not sure Azriel would be the type of man your usual persuasions would work on.

So you just nod, tiredly. “It’s like with plug sockets,” you manage, albeit a bit breathlessly. “I can’t stand when they’re on but not plugged in. Seems like a waste of some kind. Bothers me.”

Azriel simply hums, making your thighs squeeze together, shifting nervously as you try to relieve the intense buzzing feeling—the memory of those delicious, rapid-fire pulses.

Your breathing begins to even out, and you reach for your bag, hoping to get out of the room as soon as possible. Escape the situation. You must seem a little too out of it, though.

“You’re sure you’re okay?” Azriel asks in that usual disinterested, monotone voice. Deep and rich. You manage to nod, “slightly unaccustomed to working a nine to five,” you explain, grabbing the device. “I’ll drop this off at reception on my way out,” you mutter, silently cursing your carelessness.

He shifts, and you realise he’s checking the time, brow raising. “A seven-thirty to half-ten, is more like it,” he corrects. You nearly groan as you realise how long you’ve been in this damn building for. In fact, you do groan, covering your face with your hands.

Heat shoots straight to your cunt when he laughs—actually laughs. Deep and delicious.

Bloody hell.

He’s so…different, outside work hours.

Maybe… No. No way. It wouldn’t work.

Unless…

“How was the coffee today?” You ask, sounding a bit too casual even to your own ears. His lips quirk and that’s it. You’re done for. He’s far too attractive to be working a job like this.

Well, you’re working a job like this, so you suppose it’s not too unbelievable.

Still.

“You can do better,” he replies, a faint smirk on his mouth. Damn him. You narrow your eyes, half teasing, half entirely serious. You take pleasure very seriously, even if it’s not sexual, and it seems his coffee may be the only thing that keeps him from throttling someone in this job.

“I don’t even know what I’m aiming for, Azriel,” you point out, a genuine smile curving your lips. “How do I know you’re not just sending me on a wild goose chase to create this perfect cup, huh?”

“I suppose you’ll just have to take my word for it and keep trying,” he replies easily, amusement gleaming in his hazel eyes.

“Or,” you say, and you can’t believe you’re actually trying this. “You could give me a taste of this heavenly coffee. Firstly, to prove that it actually exists,” —you glare at him— “and secondly, to see if it’s better than the ones I’ve made.” You offer him a challenging smile, “because I’m going to be furious if I have a sip and it’s not even half-decent.”

He regards you silently, features unreadable, but you don’t retract the offer. Stand with a straightened spine, staring him down.

“Okay, then.” He relents, and you blink. Wow. Great.

Where from here?

His lips curve into a quiet smile, “I’ll show you tomorrow. Be ready to leave at five past one.”

Huh.

That settles it, then.

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General Taglist: @myheartfollower @tcris2020 @mali22 @amygdtjhddzvb @sfhsgrad-blog @needylilgal022

Az Taglist: @azrielshadows1nger @jurdanpotter @positivewitch @nightcourt-daydreaming

His P.A. Taglist: @i-am-infinite @going-through-shit

[stylessbean]

Harry Styles Series Fic Rec Masterlist

only angel masterlist (tattoorry/plugrry) by @cupid-styles

spare parts by @around1302

flame by @jarofstyles

no strings attached by @lilystyles

the assistant by @0nlythrowharrybeaux

Enticing by @unabashegirl

Reluctant Hearts by @duhstyles

Even when the night changes by @be-with-me-so-happily

a favour by @harrysbabycherry

housemates by @harrysbabycherry

Harry and Y/N are in the same ballet class, and they hate each other by @jawllines

Assistant! Reader by @avatar-anna

you’re my last shot by @cupid-styles

Love island Harry universe by @finelinevogue

Jamaica Me Happy by @for-fucks-sake-h

[florescentliterature]

Pretty thing

Jfk x Male!assistant

Further info: gay smut, oral sex, mention of affairs

Words: 2k

Notes: I’ve been wrote this fanfic but didn’t post it for reasons.- This is also my first jfk fic I’ve ever written so I hope it’s good 😭

Maurice nervously stood outside the white door of the Oval Office. President John F. Kennedy had called the younger man into his office, and he was thinking about all of his decisions he'd made in the White House as an assistant. What did he do wrong? Was he going to get fired? The thought of the worse happening plagued his mind over and over again, making him even more anxious. He then took a deep breath and turned the golden nob, revealing the entirety of the office.

The Oval Office was illuminated in a soft glow by the lights on ceiling, creating a relaxing atmosphere. President Kennedy was sitting behind the mahogany desk, papers scattered all over the surface making the desk a bit messy. He seemed to be on the phone with someone, his head nodding at the person's words from the other line, he also had one of his Cuban cigars between his fingers, taking a drag from time to time and blowing the smoke out with ease.

The sight of the president made Maurice's knees slightly buckle. Ever since he started working in the White House, he had always found Kennedy to be very attractive, even though the man was twice his age. His charisma, his charm, how he talked, how he moved, everything about him was just so... presidential. That's why he was always so nervous around him.

He then slowly walked towards the president's desk, the heels of his polished dress shoes hitting the wooden floor, making a soft clicking sound that echoed throughout the room. Kennedy was still on the phone, but he looked at Maurice and raised his hand to acknowledge his presence, gesturing for him to take a seat in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk. Maurice nodded and did as instructed, trying his best to appear calm and collected.

"Mhm, yes, I understand," Kennedy said, his Boston accent rolling smoothly over the words as he nodded along with the conversation. The president's green-blue eyes met his blue-grey ones, causing the assistant to get even more nervous under his presence. He looked around the room, spotting the painting of two ships at sea, a nod to the president's love for maritime related things. The room was rich with the scent of cigar smoke and the president's 'Jockey club' cologne, making him feel dizzy.

Kennedy then finally finished his call, putting the receiver back into the cradle with a gentle click. He took a final drag from his cigar before putting it out with a light tap. "Maurice, I've been meaning to talk to you about something," he began, his tone serious yet calm. Maurice felt his heart rate spike as he waited for the president to continue.

The president leaned forward, his leather chair creaking a bit as he did so. "You know about the situation with Cuba, don't you?" Maurice nodded vigorously, trying to swallow the lump in his throat. Of course he knew. It was all anyone talked about in the West Wing. The Cuban Missile Crisis had the nation on edge, and the tension was palpable even in the most mundane of office tasks. "Yes, sir."

Kennedy's gaze was piercing, as if he was looking right through Maurice. "Good. And I'm pretty sure you've noticed how stressed out I've been. So, I need a bit of relaxation, and I need you to help me with that." Maurice was a bit confused. Why would the President of the United States ask for his help with something so... personal? He shook off the thought, assuming it must be something work-related. "And how may I help you with that, Mr. President?"

Kennedy then looked at the younger man up and down suggestively, a small smirk playing on his lips as his eyes wandered down his delicate frame. Maurice's cheeks then flushed of embarrassment as he realized what the president meant. Yes, he heard rumors around the White House about the president's sexual escapades or making secretaries drop to their knees, but the thing is that they were all women. And Maurice was a man. So, why was he being asked to...

"S-sir..You do realize that I'm a man, right? What happened to your secretaries?" Maurice stuttered out with shock and confusion, the air of the the room was so thick that it could be cut with a knife.

Kennedy leaned back in his chair, letting out a sexy chuckle that could make anyone weak in the knees. "Ah yes, those sexy secretaries. They always know how to make a man feel good. But I've gotten a bit... bored of the same old routine, Maurice. And plus, I've seen the way you look at me. You want me, don't ya?" He said with a cocky smirk, his confidence unshaken by Maurice's shock.

Maurice bit his lip, despite his nervousness he felt a bit of excitement from the president's words, which was not helping his obsession with older men. He wondered if this was a dream but as he felt the leather of the chair stick to his palms, he knew that this was all too real. He then gulped hard and tried to compose himself. "Mr. President, I-"

"Enough talking. Get your pretty little ass over here." Kennedy's voice was firm, yet held a seductive edge that sent a shiver down Maurice's spine. The way the president said that was so damn sexy, it made him want to moan. He's been fantasizing about this moment, but he never thought that it'll actually happen, now it was, and he was already reduced to a trembling mess. He stood up from his seat and started to walk towards Kennedy, his legs wobbling a bit as he did so. The president just smirked at him, finding his nervousness amusing, he put a strong hand on his waist, pulling him closer. "Get on your knees." He ordered.

Maurice's heart raced, he still couldn't believe that The President Of The United States was asking for a very personal favor from him. He sank to his knees infront of the president, softly hitting the plush green carpet beneath him. With shaky hands he reached for his belt and started to unbuckle it, causing the sound to echo through the office. Kennedy leaned back in his chair and watched with hooded eyes as the younger man's hands fumbled with his belt. The anticipation was eating Maurice up, his heart jumping out of his chest. When he finally got his belt unbuckled, he unzipped his pants, pulling them down to reveal the president's boxer briefs, which had a tent in it. Maurice then took a deep breath before pulling them down too, the presidential cock springing out.

Maurice's eyes widened as he saw it. It was thick and veiny, standing proudly with a slight upward curve, his pink tip glistening with precum. The president looked at him with a knowing smile, "good boy, now you see why ladies love me." He quipped with a chuckle. He then placed his hand on the back on his head, pushing him closer to cock. "Now go on, take it into your mouth."

Maurice gulped before gently grabbed the large member, stroking it a bit before pushing the tip between his lips, delicately licking the precum off the slit. Kennedy groaned, tilting his head back, "Fuck..." Maurice blushed from Kennedy's praise, making him feel a bit of arousal. He wrapped his lips around the head and started to suck on it softly, hollowing his cheeks out. The president's hand grabbed his blonde locks and started to slightly push his head down, encouraging the assistant to take more of his cock. Since Maurice didn't have a gag reflex, he was able to take half of his length into his mouth with no struggle. He then slowly started to bob his head up and down, his tongue tracing the veins as he started to suck him off.

Kennedy's grip on his hair tightened as he began to enjoy the sensation of Maurice's mouth around his cock. He loved the control he had over the younger man, the power dynamics making him grow harder. When Maurice felt Kennedy's cock swell in his mouth, he knew he was doing a good job. As the president's groans of pleasure grew louder, the more confident he became.

"Mmm, you're such a pretty thing...Why don't you take some more, sweetheart?" Kennedy's voice was like velvet as he moved his hand from Maurice's head to towards his neck, rubbing his thumb on the back of it while he urged him to go deeper, to which he complied. Maurice went lower, the tip of the president's cock hit the back of his throat, but he didn't manage to gag. Instead, he took a deep breath and went even further until he felt the tip of his nose touched the president's stomach.

Kennedy's eyes fluttered shut, letting out a sigh of pleasure. "Atta boy." Maurice then proceeded to deep-throat him, impressing him, he had multiple mistresses, but none of them had ever taken him deep without gagging. Now here was Maurice, a fellow man, sucking him off way better than all of them. His soft blonde hair fell over his eyes as he continued to bob his head up and down, but he didn't care. All wanted to do was please the president.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room was wet slurping and sucking noises and Kennedy's occasional groans. Maurice let out a soft moan, sending vibrations to his cock which made him let out a guttural moan. He looked down at the younger man again, his eyes half-lidded due to the pleasure he was receiving. "Look at me, honey."

Maurice looked up at him, his mouth full of cock. The president felt himself reaching his climax so he grabbed Maurice's hair and started to thrust upwards into his mouth. Maurice's eyes widened, but he didn't pull away, instead he took it like a champ as he still sucked on his cock. His hands gently rested on the older man's thighs, trying to stable himself due to the fast movements of Kennedy's thrusts. "Fuck, baby, I'm gonna cum.." Kennedy said through gritted teeth.

Maurice felt a bit of excitement as he heard the president say that. He braced himself for the load, closing his eyes, his blonde lashes resting upon his rosy cheeks. He then feel a stream of warm liquid coming down his throat and filling up his mouth, but some of it dripped down his chin. He pulled away with a soft pop, swallowing Kennedy's cum and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Maurice then gave Kennedy's tip a kiss.

The president leaned back in his chair, panting heavily. He looked down at Maurice with a satisfied look on his face, a smile creeping on his lips. "Damn baby, that was good. You're such a good boy." He chuckled, ruffling the younger man's hair, making him blush.

Maurice got up from the floor and watched as Kennedy put his cock back in his pants and pulling out a cigar from its wooden case. "Want one?" Kennedy offered a cigar to Maurice, his hand shaking slightly from the intense orgasm. Maurice gave him a soft smile and nodded, gently taking the expensive cigar out of his hand. The president then lit both of their cigars with a golden lighter, causing the orange fire to reflect off their faces. They both took a drag from their cigars, the smoke flowing out of their mouths and into the air.

"Y'know...You were amazing. Even better than any woman I've been with." Kennedy quipped with a smirk, taking another drag from his cigar. Maurice blushed and felt a sense of pride that he was able to please the president...And the fact that he does it better than his mistresses. The president then looked up at him.

"How about you meet me at my room later on, say around 12AM sharp?" He suggested with a knowing smile, making Maurice's heart skip a beat. He couldn't believe that he was invited to the president's bedroom, that he was gonna be one of his secret lovers. "Y-yes, Mr. President. I'll be there." He helplessly stuttered, trying to contain his excitement.

Kennedy then got up from his chair, revealing the two men's height difference. He then raises the younger man's chin with a hand, giving his rosy lips a soft peck. "Good boy."

[kteezy997]

Beyond Business-part ten//t.c.

•continued directly from last part!

Warnings: THEY BANG! 18+ readers only please!

Timmy made you lay down on the island countertop in the kitchen. He sighed onto your stomach just before planting kisses there, his hands splayed over your hips. His hands roamed upward, tickling over your ribs. He grabbed your breasts through your unlined bra, your nipples hardened against his palms, making you moan.

Your breath quickened as his lips traveled lower, grazing over your belly button. The tip of his tongue teasing just above the hem of your underwear. “Fuck, Timothée.” you whined.

“Now who’s eager?” he smirked.

“Fuck you.” you giggled, pushing your hair away from your face.

He tucked his finger into the sides of your panties, pulling them down in swift movements. He parted your thighs, kissing each one teasingly, watching your reaction.

You were a puddle between your legs, you just knew it.

Timmy put his fingers to your clit, rubbing slowly.

You shuddered at the contact.

“Pretty girl is so wet for her boss.” his voice purred just inches away from your pussy.

“Oh, you’re just my boss now are you?”

“Technically, I always have been.” his fingers applying more pressure to your wetness. You could practically hear that cocky grin on his face, you didn’t have to see it.

You lay back flat on the countertop, eyes closed, your senses focused only on his pleasure and his provoking words. “Well, boss, I really want to feel your fingers inside me.” you dared. He wasn’t the only one with some biting wit.

“She makes demands, does she?” With that, he prodded at your opening.

You bit your lip, stifling a moan in anticipation for more. He circled your pussy; his long fingers felt amazing already.

With a soft plunge, his fingers were inside of you, sliding in and out. You whimpered, melting against him, you bucked your hips softly in time with his fingers.

You felt his hot breath down there too, then his wet tongue, lapping up drips of your arousal. You cursed under your breath.

He curved his fingers inside you, plucking harshly at that wall, making your pussy feel numb. He kept it up, ramming those damn fingers until you saw stars and basically wailed, like a cat in heat.

“Oh my god.” you panted, your body shaking for a moment, orgasmic convulsions taking route.

Timmy removed his fingers, then lapped his tongue between your soaked folds.

You sat up on your elbows, balancing as best as you could. You watched him devour you, you ran your fingers through his hair. You pushed away the dark fringe threatening to cover his eyes as he looked up at you. You could not believe you were sharing such intimacy with him. Any two people could engage in sex, but this was a session of giving real love to another person. You could tell by the passion in his eyes that he cared for you, that he wanted to make you feel good.

……..

Timmy had carried you from the kitchen to his bedroom. You were left on his bed as he used the bathroom. You had never been in his room, you had walked by it, seen the door slightly opened, but never a full glimpse of the inside. It was rather bland, like a really nice hotel room with little mementos from fans scattered on the dresser along with some ball caps, a watch and a bracelet or two on the nightstand, it was very evident that he slept in this room, and not much else.

You heard the light switch in his en-suite bathroom, and his quick footsteps back into the bedroom.

He was naked now, he went to grab you by the ankles, but you realized you didn’t hear the sink being used.

“You didn’t wash your hands.”

“What?” he frowned at you, frustrated that you were keeping him from doing what he really wanted.

“You didn’t wash your hands after going to the bathroom. Go do it, you nasty.”

He twisted his face at you, “You’re still on my hands too.”

That was too much for you to stand, “Okay, ew, just go!” you waved him away and he laughed at you, but obliged your orders.

………

He came back in, hands clean, but he was more aggressive. He grabbed you, rolling you onto your front, up on your hands and knees.

He smacked your ass, making you yelp in surprise and slight pain. But you didn’t mind that it hurt, it only turned you on more.

He took a second to unclasp your bra and you helped him take it off of you and you heard him fling it across the room.

Then there was a slap to your other ass cheek. You gasped, your back arching at the sting. “Timmy.”

“Too much?” he asked from behind you.

“No,” you shook your head, “I liked it.”

“My baby wants me to be rough?” he asked, grabbing you by the hips.

“Yes.” you answered, your stomach tingling as you heard him call you ‘my baby.’

He let out a breath, “Fuck, I’ve wanted this for so long.” He pulled your ass toward him. His cock touched your pussy. He pressed the head against your wet hole.

You trembled as he slowly filled you, “Ughhh, I’ve always wanted you, Timmy.” You gripped his comforter hard as he bucked his hips against you.

“Yeah?” he pounded deeper, “Always? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Ah, because you’re my boss,” you collapsed onto the bed as he fucked you harder. Your face against the plush comforter, you added, “dumbass. Ahhh!” you moaned as he wiggled his hips, somehow sliding in deeper.

“Oh shit.” you heard him mutter as he held your waist for dear life as he pounded his cock into you, smacking against your ass with each thrust. He cursed under his strained breaths and you were reduced to a moaning, whore-ish mess.

…….

He flipped you onto your back, nearly spread eagle for him and he stuck his cock into you again.

You watched him fuck you, holding onto your own legs to keep yourself steady. His ab muscles rippled before your eyes, his body shined with sweat. You looked up, seeing a few curls flop over and get stuck to his sweaty forehead. His biceps bulged as he held your hips down. He looked like a girl’s wet dream, but you actually felt everything.

You moaned as you reached forward, touching his flat tummy, feeling him contort with his thrusts. “Oh, Timmy feels so good.” you cooed. You were more sexed out than you had ever been in your life.

He took ahold of your hand, intertwining your fingers together. “Your pussy feels like heaven, baby. I knew it would be amazing with you.”

His cock hit your cervix over and over. Your eyes rolled back, the friction inside you caused the numbness now. You bit your lip. “Mm, tell me how long you’ve wanted me, baby.” You needed to hear even more from him, though you were surprised you could even think in this moment.

“Oh fuck, since that first day I interviewed you. I think I subconsciously hired you because I knew this would happen one day.”

“That you’d fuck me?” you tucked your legs around him, eager for the answer.

“Yes.” he leaned onto you, cupping your face in his hand as his movements slowed, his cock slowly seeping out of you, your pussy sucking him slowly back in. He kissed you deeply, “And I’d get to love you. I’ve wanted this feeling my whole life, y/n.” Suddenly, he grunted and his lower half moved rapidly for a few seconds before his cock shot off inside of you.

You both moaned loudly in relief, and you swore his neighbors would hear you both orgasm. But you didn’t care.

Timmy slumped his weakened body onto you, his face in your chest.

You combed your fingers through his hair to soothe him as you both tried to catch your breaths.

February 1, 2025

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[yandere-daydreams]

So, your sex doll au triggered some Thoughts ™️ based on what I've learned from my courses on business law....

Typically, manufacturers have strict liability for defects or design problems that may cause injury/harm. A part of this is that, if a consumer could foreseeably modify a product in a manner that makes it unsafe or causes harm, the manufacturer is held liable for not implementing effective safeguards, etc. Hence why manufacturers often will safeguard against altering a product or warn against it, and why product design has to consider elements of safety and risk.

What if Teyvat's reaction to this was to implement some deeply hidden code encouraging their robots to, uh, hide the evidence of anything that could hold Teyvat liable? Basically a "past the point of no return" policy where, if the safeguards have failed, yandere behavior is instead encouraged as a means of reducing business risk in a highly dystopian way. This could also be triggered more easily if the technician isn't an official Teyvat technician (hence the recommendation to do all repairs through Teyvat) because they don't know how to step around this hidden last resort code. Basically, second-hand bots are highly liable to be triggered for this behavior when they're refurbished by any non-Teyvat technician for resale. Anything you find beat up on the side of the road and fix up yourself is at especially high risk.

(If Teyvat weren't a suspicious dystopian tech corporation they'd just hire lawyers and take the defense that there's an assumed risk to modifying bots, or that there was shared responsibility on behalf of the user for moulding the ai's natural learning in a manner that is dangerous. But yanderes are cheaper than lawyers. 🤡)

Hope you don't mind my HC dump 🙏

no no no cuz i can totally see a ""safeguard"" being put in place that, when an android is modified, makes them behave more affectionately to ensure that their user is too attached to them to, y'know, report the issue and send them back to the factory when their beloved companion gets a little glitchy and locks them in their own apartment for the better part of a month. obviously, giving androids with exponentially increased chances of malfunctioning a permanent dose of 'love your partner and don't stop unless you want to literally die' medicine makes for some, uh, less-than-breathing customers, but by the time they noticed the correlation between their special line of code and the sky-rocketing rates of people being maimed by their companion droids, they've done the math and realized that dead users are cheaper than all the lawsuits they'd have to weather if their bots weren't quite so fatal. it's not exactly the most ethical approach to business, but hey, that's life under capitalism, baby!

[stardustlin]

Reader locks Miguel out of his computer system... what would he do?

he may or may not be pissed but we shall see!

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miguel had taught you everything you needed to know as his most trusted personal assistant besides lyla, his AI. you were an expert and very knowledgeable in computer science, so, the fact that you accidentally had locked miguel out of his computer system…was something you would have never seen it coming. you panicked as you felt your heart drop to your stomach as you frantically tapped away on your watch, calling margo kess.

“margo! i fucked up. i accidentally locked miguel out of his computer system.” you didn’t know if you were going to have a full blown panic attack or pass out on the spot but what you’ve done was something very serious and carried dire consequences. margo picked up immediately as she saw you incoming call, and listened to your panicked tone, “you what??? how?”

“i-i don’t know! i just accidentally clicked something and—boom, it locked me out..” you had your watch on speaker as you tried every little possible thing to try to log back in to miguel’s computer system without letting him know. miguel left you to look after his computers and keep an eye out for any malicious activity as he was away on a mission with peter b and jess. margo hummed in response, “i’m on my way! stay put!!” lyla soon appeared on your right shoulder as she let out a loud gasp…seeing a huge “error: locked out” on the computer display.

“oh god, girl, what happened? you know it’s hard to lock him out of his computer system..” lyla said in a worried tone as she also went straight to work as she noticed your frantic demeanor trying to reset the computers but it was no use. margo soon came to your aide as she ran around the scanner room trying to see if any attempt you all made would soon unlock the computer system. together, you delve into troubleshooting strategies, exploring various methods to regain access to the computer system. margo, utilizing her technical expertise, offers insight and suggestions, while lyla provides automated assistance based on her vast knowledge.

however, despite your collective efforts, the lock remains steadfast, presenting a significant challenge. as time passes, concern and worry begin to creep in, knowing how crucial miguel’s mission is and how much he relies on his systems.

just as frustration begins to mount, the sound of hurried footsteps resonates in the room as miguel arrives. he swiftly assesses the situation, his sharp eyes scanning the screen and observing the collaborative effort that had been made in his absence.

with a mix of determination and skill, even though he clicked his tongue in frustration and annoyance—miguel takes control, his fingers flying across the keyboard. using his deep understanding of computer systems, he troubleshoots the lock, employing his expert knowledge to bypass the obstacle that had hindered your efforts.

as the seconds tick by, miguel’s efforts pay off, and the computer system gradually relinquishes its locked state. with a sigh of relief, the system opens up, granting miguel full access once more.

miguel’s gaze shifts to the team gathered around him, gratitude shining in his eyes. he acknowledges each of you for your efforts and teamwork, appreciating your commitment and willingness to help despite the temporary setback.

“i didn’t show you everything but these were a few tricks i had to use to reboot the system," he says sincerely, his voice filled with gratitude. "thank you, margo, lyla, and especially you. your collaboration made all the difference." margo soon waved goodbye and left you be—alone with miguel while lyla slighted glitched out into thin air. you felt yourself get nervous as miguel’s gaze lingered over your body. with a few deep breaths in you explained, “i’m sorry miguel. i know you’re always busy and i always seem to be causing issues when i’m supposed to be-”

“it’s fine, i’m not mad plus that wasn’t the first time i had to do something like that…it was nerve-wracking but we did it,” he placed a supportive hand on your shoulder as his eyes seem to crinkle when he gave you a reassuring smile, “thank you because of you, i’m always able to do my absolute best.”